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Early

By: JackDeveraux



I am lying in my bed and the hour is early. So early that the sun has not yet come up and through the window-door panes, I can see the grey that permeates such hours in the landscape. I am lying on my bed and outside I can see a bay, the sea being calm and the beach deserted. It is high, where I am staying, and I can see the spread of the land from above, the smooth curve of the bay on my left and the sharp point before another day begins on the right.

The bed is white, though the shadows cause it to lose its shine and the folds of the bed sheets are shrouded in darkness. Someone stirs next to me; my back is turned to her, because I am gazing out into the sea.

I turn and lie on my back and think about her brown not-straight-but-not-curly hair. I feel an urge to caress them but still I remain staring at the ceiling.

Her breathing is rhythmic and she is sleeping soundly. I like her form, not so much that she is exercised, but that she is full, she seems alive, and her smell, if I ever smelled it, would drive me crazy. 

Her skin seems so soft and her smile is a memory to warm my heart. I am wearing my white shirt, my formal one, because, although it might appear strange, that is the cloth in which I feel most comfortable. I'm one for formalities.

My right hand slowly, care-fully, caresses her hair. I make an effort not to wake her up, but she slowly opens her eyes, not breaking the stillness of the morning. Not a bird has sounded for all this time and the world is sleeping, all of it except us two. There is no fog, it is crystal clear.

My mind is suffused and my breathing becomes quicker. I want to hold her, and not so much hold her, as hold each other. I move closer, but she does not move. She smiles at me and it is the sweetest thing in the world. Around me, it is pleasantly cool, but not chilly, how soothing. The bed sheets are warm and white, and the interchange pleasures me.

Her scent reaches my senses, but it is not sudden. Nothing moves violently now. It is a slow immersion. I put my hand on her waist and it intoxicates me. I am too content to do any more.

I just lie there, not for long but a minute is longer than usual in that moment; I feel a certain anxiety. I caress her waist and she smiles contentedly, joyfully, with her eyes closed. A wave of joy crosses my heart.

I inch closer, our noses almost touching on the pillow. I slide my hand under her waist and embrace her. She holds me too. The heat becomes stifling, but all around the calmness remains.

It is early.

She looks at me, and she is wearing her usual expression. It's not an expression I see in many girls, and although I am not thus interested, in many guys. She looks at me, and at the whole world, with a certain fighting glance, a certain keen interest in what is going on around her, an energy being spent trying to understand and to attain some control over her surroundings. 

I find it rather pleasing. It touches some chord inside me, the one that feels pride that she is fond of me, and she knows I am very fond of her.

It is all an accident, really. We were together in a party, down by the seaside, the fire burning in the sand, not in an uncivilised beachhead, but in a beach of well-tended sunbeds and of yellow-brown coarse sand. The revelry was interesting, the music some old echoes of the 60s, as that is preferred by our friends. What a combination. Me in my suit, my white shirt not gleaming in the moonlight, it wasn't a full moon, there wasn't enough light for that, but definitely sparkling. She in a bathing suit, what incongruity!

When the party was over, I put my hand around her waist and gently led her up the steps to my studio. Not an apartment, no, it is too small for that. I found it so immensely erotic, my hand on her waist, it made my heart feel like a locomotive speeding up. She found the bed on her own, and rested there.

We slowly started kissing, and it felt so pleasing, not only physically, but mentally, psychologically, as I felt an aura of jointness surround us both. That moment which may come again, we felt as if we would be friends for life. We knew that each other was human and we accepted it. We let our human desires rule us. But the suit did not come off, neither did the bathing suit. We took two folding chairs, unfolded them, and sat there, on the balcony, watching the smouldering fire on the beach die out, until one of us fell asleep and carried the other to the bed.

Early 50's



My wife and I are in our early fifties. She is a very attractive redhead with flashing hazel eyes, slim, five-eight and dresses elegantly. She has an engaging smile and sensuous lips; lips that other guys would hope were wrapped around their cock. Often in the public eye she gets hit upon by both men and women, and, as she is a one-man woman, doesn't play around, even though I encourage her to take advantage of ‘opportunity'. She enjoys dressing for me by wearing wrap-around or slit skirts with thigh-hi's or stockings and a garter belt. Her panties are usually in her purse. You will find out why later in this adventure.

We had been invited to a formal dinner; with about 12 other couples at a very exclusive estate in Bel Aire, to meet the power behind the throne (a name you would recognize and, because of that, I can not share). I did not know the host couple but my wife did.

Whenever we go to an affair like this we use a limo service and this was no exception. Pamela wore a two-piece black ensemble, a long crepe skirt with a wrap-around style. The skirt had an elastic waistband. It was straight and form following. The top was just off the shoulders and could be slipped down to access her breasts by rolling down her bra. Pamela can orgasm just by having her nipples massaged, sucked or squeezed. I wore a standard tuxedo with a vest rather than a cummerbund. The zipper extended quite low onto the low rise of the trouser. An unzip and a reach in would make an easy access for my cock. I wore just a ‘penis szeckel'.

The limo arrived and away we went. One of the things we like to do, when we go to an affair like the one we were heading toward, is to find a ‘private' place and indulge in sexual activities. On the way we necked and petted. I was quite surprised to find that Pamela had on panties. Not for long. I slipped them off and started licking her cunt lips and clit. She had a strong orgasm. As she was recovering, I slipped her top down so I could have access to her nipples. Sucking one and squeezing the other, she had several more orgasms. When she recovered, turn-about was fair play. She unzipped and pulled my hardening cock out. The window between the driver compartment and the passenger was darkened and closed. I lay back on the seat to give her more room. She straddled my legs and sucked my cock. I turned the lights on and pulled her skirt over her hip. As she lapped me other drivers and passengers could see her ass and cunt framed by the garters from her belt to her stockings.

I fondled her breasts, squeezed her nipples and spoke to her. I told her that she was on display. She moaned. I thrust my cock deeper into her mouth. The saliva drained down onto me. I said, "Pamela, my love, this could be the night when you drop your barriers and enjoy sex with someone besides me. Who might it be?" She moaned all the louder and I felt my balls tighten. I pushed her head away from me and she peeled her skirt down. I quickly pushed my pants to the knees and Pamela moved up on me and squatted over my hardened cock and dropped her very wet cunt on me. There she was. Humping on me, her breasts swaying, being viewed by other people and horns honking. I was about to come when our driver called over the intercom that we were pulling up to the gate guard. I turned off the interior light, Pamela squeezed the base of my cock so I wouldn't come and slipped off me. She quickly pulled her skirt on while I pulled up my trousers and zipped up. The car stopped and as she was looking for her panties the door opened.

I slipped out of the car and held my hand to Pamela. As she slipped out of the car her skirt opened up and I could see her garter and the top of her stocking. Maybe even a glimpse of that red bush.

She quickly kissed me and said, "cunt-breath". I noted that she tasted of cock. Hmmm. We were escorted to the door and when it opened the couple that had invited us greeted us. Now, remember, I didn't know them, only Pamela did. During the many discussions we had had about swinging she always commented that none of her friends would ever…….

I immediately recognized the couple. In another ‘life' my then partner and I had shared our bodies with them!

Pamela introduced us and we (hosts and I) didn't acknowledge the past. Small world.

[In the other life my partner and I had been at a dinner party at their summer home. About half the guests belonged to the LifeStyle and their mission was to convert the other half. A tale for another time.]

Pamela hugged and kissed the hostess and the host. He lingered a bit with his hug and let his hand fall past her waist to linger a bit on her ass. Pamela was a bit surprised. The hostess, I might add, was wearing a long, slinky gown, with a bare back, a halter front showing the curves of her breasts. The halter tied at the nape of the neck. The dress had a delicious slit on the left side. Striking and provocative.

The house was quite immense. The entrance foyer had a crystal chandelier that hung down from a four-story ceiling and curving staircases going up each side with a balcony overlooking the foyer. There was a huge dining room. The square tables were set for eight people. Two on each side. The dining room foyer was set with appetizers (shrimp, oysters, steak tartare and other delectables) and a bar with wine, Champagne and liquor. There were servers. The house was warm, the fireplace blazing.  

The other guests were all dressed formally – what a pleasure to see people dressed that way. We were walking about and introducing ourselves to others. Several Pamela was acquainted with and several I thought I recognized. The hostess came up to us and spirited Pamela away for some reason. The host hailed me and I went over to him. He shook my hand again and asked if we knew some people in common. I told him that surely we did and confirmed that we had partied together. He asked about my ex. 

Then he asked about whether Pamela was in the Lifestyle. I told him that she wasn't but that I had been encouraging it. He smiled and said that he would also encourage it as the several times he had met her he had a very sexual response as she exuded raw sexuality under the very formal business attire she wore when they would encounter each other. Before he excused himself, he said that his wife was looking forward to being with me and that she would keep me well occupied as he ‘courted' (seduced) Pamela.

I found Pamela and she took me by the hand to show me some of the house that our hostess had shown her. Pamela told me that she thought the hostess was trying to seduce her. We went up the stairs and into a bedroom that had a balcony from which you could see the ocean and the mountains. It was a gorgeous and seductive. The balcony overlooked the gazebo, pool, hot tub and tennis court. Pamela stood behind me and unzipped my fly. She pulled my cock out and started manipulating it. I turned around, put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. She took me in her mouth and sucked me. I slid her top and bra down so her breasts were exposed. As I pulled her up she undid my pants and they fell to the floor. We kissed and as we did I repositioned her skirt so that it was opening at her back. I stepped behind her and she bent over so that her breasts were hanging over the rail. Her skirt fell open so that her ass and cunt were exposed. She was so wet when I pushed by cock into her with one thrust. We fucked. She came several times and then I exploded in her. My cock slowly slipped out. I said, ‘suck my cock until it was clean'. Pamela swung around dropped to her knees and licked my cock clean. She stood, we kissed and I tasted my cum on her lips. I sucked her nipples until she had one more intense orgasm. 

As she pulled her top in place I pulled up my trousers. She asked me for her panties. She wanted to put them on to contain the juices in her cunt. We had left them in the limo. I said not to mind that when we would dance I would dip my fingers into her and we could share the juices. We made ourselves presentable and went downstairs just in time for a Champagne toast to welcome the guest of honor. 

We were all invited into the dining room. We looked for our places. Strangely, I thought, we were not sitting together. We found Pamela's place and it was between our host and the guest of honor. Mine was between the hostess and the wife of the guest of honor. Both quite stunning. 

There were several more toasts. I couldn't see Pamela from where I sat. So I will let her tell her story. Then I shall tell you mine.

It was really a heady feeling sitting next to our host and at right angles to the guest of honor. Both of them are among the key power brokers in the United States. The table was quite small to seat eight; and the guest and I kept rubbing knees. The three of us didn't pay that much attention to the other guests and my two companions were quite charming as they kept my attention riveted on them. The Champagne was responsible for some of the looseness as well was the juices leaking between my legs. 

My skirt had opened a bit and almost simultaneously I felt a hand on each of my knees, pulling my skirt apart. I was afraid to protest because of the other guests at our table. The host whispered in my ear, "relax and enjoy, you are in control'. At this point I thought that no one could see anything and I felt quite risqué having just been serviced and being seduced by these power brokers. The hand lifted from my left knee and reached and took mine. My hand was kissed warmly – no passionately—and then moved to under the table. He moved it to his crotch and I felt, what I imagined to be, the largest cock in the world through his trousers.

As I was touching his member though the cloth, the host slipped his hand past my stocking top and right to my clit. I gasped at the touch. He dipped his fingers into my juicy cunt and came out with a gob of cum that he brought up to the table. He turned my head toward his as if to tell me a secret and placed his finger at my mouth. I licked off the cum. My heart was beating rapidly. I said to the gentlemen that I could take no more. 

We finished dinner and then the lights darkened.

There was a stage and the musicians began to play. I thought that this would be the opportunity for me to get away from this situation and go search for my husband. A very attractive couple came on the stage and started the Tango. This was one of the hottest dance routines I have ever seen and it made me want to have sex. I was literally squirming in my seat. Not thinking about who was seated next to me I reached over and settled my hand on (who I thought to be my husband) a crotch. And then started massaging it. I came out of my reverie with a start when the music stopped and the applause started. 

The bandleader thanked the couple and told everyone that they would be available for the pleasure of the audience. Meanwhile we were encouraged to dance. The dining room opened to a large salon for dancing and then there was a terrace where you could actually dance outside. My host offered his hand – it had been his cock I was just playing with. I arose and we went to the dance floor. The guest of honor asked for the next dance. I was in a daze. I was hot, horny and remembering the encouragement by husband was always giving me to go for the gold – life was too short. Then I thought if I go to bed with the host would that affect the relationship with his wife or would I be just another conquest, an easy woman whose pussy was always available and she spread her legs at the sight of a hard cock. And, of course, was my husband going to be comfortable when he found out that I fucked someone else or sucked a strange cock. What about disease? All these thoughts flooded into my head.

There were about 20 people on the dance floor. I couldn't see my husband. Our host took me into his arms and guided me and glided me across the floor. It was wonderful. I felt his hard cock pushing against me. He brought his lips close to mine and we kissed. First tentatively, then passionately. I was getting wetter. He took his hand from my waist and started rubbing my ass. We danced outside and I wondered what was next. The music stopped and we stood apart. I was sweating. As the music started again, the guest of honor was standing at my side and taking my hand. We danced a Tango. As he spun me my skirt opened. I wasn't sure what was showing. He bent me over backwards and I knew that I was exposed for all to see. The dance floor was thinning. We were dancing along with several other couples and the entertainers. The spotlight was on us. 

As the lights dimmed I could see people sitting on sofas, kissing and fondling. I kept looking for my husband for guidance or maybe even encouragement. The music changed beat and I was held close. Feeling that hard cock against me. I reached down to trace it as we slowly danced. His hands went to my waist. I realized that he was twisting my skirt so that the opening would be more accessible from the rear. His hand, unseen by the other dancers, slipped into the opening and felt my ass-cheeks. He pushed me firmly against his hard rod while he fingered my cunt. I moaned against him as he kissed my lips and forced his tongue into a duel with mine. I squeezed his cock and worked the zipper open to expose it. I pulled on it, I massaged it, and I masturbated it. I felt another pair of arms encircle me from behind. My neck was being kissed. My head was spinning. I felt my top being lowered; my skirt was open in back. I felt a different fabric against my bottom and the head of a cock working its way between my legs. I quickly turned and saw our host behind me with a seductive smile. My skirt had fallen in place, my top was down almost to my nipples and there were two naked cocks – one in front of me and one behind. As they each tucked themselves in we started walking towards an elevator. Once in the elevator they took turns kissing me – by this time my top and bra were at my waist. I lost track as to who was doing what. I was being kissed and my nipples were being played with, sucked on, massaged and squeezed.

We alighted the elevator and we were on the same balcony where my husband and I earlier had sex.

These two Casanova's were masters of seduction. My husband and I had often talked and fantasized about a ménage et trois, little did I know it wouldn't be with him.

I help my ‘lovers' take off their jackets and then I slipped the suspenders down and watched as they stepped out of their trousers, they wore shirts and shoes. I kneeled to unlace them and as I did I saw their cocks sticking out begging to be sucked on. I did that, one at a time as I unlaced the four shoes and slipped off their socks. Meanwhile they threw their shirts off. They were naked and mine for the taking!

They lifted my arms and raised by top, unhooking my bra and I was naked from the waist up, my long skirt was unbuttoned and fell to the floor. I stood there between them wearing a black garter belt and black stockings – and my shoes. Never go anywhere without them. I started to un-garter my stockings but strong hands prevented me. In unison, ‘leave your stockings and shoes on'.

We lay down on the huge bed, me between them. They alternated kissing me on the lips, kissing my entire body, biting my lips, squeezing my nipples. I lost track of who was where. All I knew is that it is good to be multi-orgasmic. My legs were spread and I felt hot breath on my cunt. Then lips and tongue prying my vaginal lips open. I raised my legs and squeezed the head of whoever was licking me. Hands grasped my head and turned it to a large cock I grabbed it and licked and sucked like there was no tomorrow only taking my mouth away to cry out in ecstasy. He thrusted into my face and I wanted to taste his cum. He pulled away. I was picked up, being almost limp, and placed on my hands and knees. A cock filled my cunt and sawed in and out with his sac slamming against me. My head went down and my mouth found the other cock. One in my mouth, one in my cunt.

The action stopped.

The cock in my cunt slipped out and the one in my mouth pulled out. One of my lovers was sliding beneath me and I sat up moved my body of top of his and impaled myself on his rod. I rode him furiously as if I was in a frenzy. He grabbed my breasts as they shook. The other member of this orgy stood on the bed and fed his cock to me. I sucked it in my mouth and tasted my cunt juices. He pulled away from me. The next thing I know is I was being pushed forward and something started into my ass. I have never done anal and I really wasn't ready to start now. But with a cock in my cunt I wanted to feel that special feeling. He had put a condom on and it was well lubricated as it slipped deep inside me. One in my cunt one in my ass. They were starting to grunt. I knew that they couldn't hold out much more. The friction of rubbing against each other was getting them more and more excited. The cock in my cunt burst and I felt the rush of the jism. The other one pulled out of my ass with a whoosh sound. He peeled off the rubber and as the now limp cock slipped out of my cunt, his slipped in. It was just a few more strokes before he bellowed and blew his wad. My third for the night.

I think guilt was starting in.

The two gentlemen began to stroke me and the next thing I knew was that I was purring. I had overcome one of my taboos, actually several of them this night. But as my lovers were cleaning me with warm, wet towels, making things more sensual I started drifting off. Where was my husband? Why wasn't he with me to join in as he had always been encouraging me? To share me, to be joined with me?

In response to my thoughts, a large screen TV turned on. I saw three naked people, my husband, the hostess and the female guest of honor. The women were taking turns sucking his cock. The camera angle showed cum dripping from their cunts. Wow! He certainly must have been quite active. No more guilt!

He will fill me in on the way home – literally and figuratively. I hope he has some let for me. I know that he has always wanted to fuck me when I had someoneelse's seed in me. As he knew how sexually conservative I am, that was just going to be a forever fantasy.

But the excitement, the wantonness, the euphoria that I experienced may make me a bit less conservative.

The hour was late. We dressed quickly. I slipped on my blouse without a bra and pulled my skirt over my hips and buttoned it. My lovers slipped on their slacks and shirts and shoes. My gosh they were as bare as me under their clothes. I repaired my makeup and we left for the remainder of the party.

On the way down in the elevator, I turned toward my friends and stroked their cocks through their trousers.

There was my husband with his lovers. The six of us embraced, kissed (everyone got a taste of each other).

We said our goodbyes. Surprisingly I accepted an invitation to attend another dinner party.

We headed off to the limo. I couldn't wait to have my spouse slip his cock into my overflowing cunt.

The ride home is a tale for another bedtime story.



Early 80s Excitement



Chapter 1 – Brent Remembers

She was his first crush. Brent had been attracted to her since they were kids. Unfortunately, they only saw each other once a year at "Grandma and grandpa's" house. But that all changed during the extended weekend her family visited his family's house during spring break.

Sherry came into his life when he was 13 years old, she was only 12 years old at the time. But as she would later tell him- she also was "almost 13". She was too. There was only a little under two months difference in their ages. Spring break was just starting and Brent was standing in his driveway waiting for her and her family to arrive. It was now 1981, nearly 5 years since he had first met Sherry. He was 18 now and was a senior in high school, and he knew she was as well. As he now stood in the driveway, he reminisced about their "relationship" the past five years. He remembered how he felt the first summer they met years ago just seventh-grade. It was a wonderful time. During sixth grade prior to that summer he had just started to find an interest in girls. The fact that this coincided with when he met Sherry could be considered a good thing, or perhaps a bad thing

As he continued to think back five years, he remembered everything leading up to the first time he met her at his grandparents' house. He had just climbed out of the station wagon following an 8 Hour drive from Chicago to Columbus. He gave his grandmother a hug and she started to talk about what was for dinner. Of course, food always dominated her conversations. That wasn't so bad as far as he was concerned. Of course he loved his grandmother to death; but the meals he ate while visiting was one of many things that he appreciated about visiting.

It looked like his family was the first to arrive this time. His dad had two younger brothers. The first behind him, Dale, was happily married to his aunt Patty and had a one-year-old daughter. His other uncle, Wayne, had been happily married a few years ago. Now however, he was divorced and always dating different women. So it was no surprise when his grandmother said that Wayne was bringing Vicki & Sherry at around five o'clock. 

"He's dating two women now?" Brent said with a smile, even though there was perhaps a chance his joke was not a joke at all. But Grandma quickly laughed and he realized his uncle had not gone that far.

"The woman he's dating has a daughter," she corrected him, "her name is Sherry." Brent did not think much of it. In fact his first question was related to her mother.

"What's his girlfriend's name?" Brent asked.

"Vicki", his grandmother replied.

As he was thinking back those three years, he could not remember what happened leading up to five o'clock. However, he remembered when he saw Sherry for the first time. He could remember what she looked like as she got out of the car his uncle drove up the driveway. She was cute. Just very recently he had started to make those judgments in his mind about girls. Many new phrases had come into his head in recent months. "She is cute", "I like her smile", even "Wow! Those jeans are tight". As Sherry got out of the car, "she is cute" was just about the right sentiment. I mean, this was his "cousin", right?

While the rest of the details related to that visit five years ago were somewhat foggy at this point. He remembers vividly that by the end of that visit the statement "she is cute" would no longer suffice. He knew there was something special about Sherry. Even that soon, he started to make those distinctions in his own mind. 

"Should I be thinking this way about her?" He thought to himself. It just wasn't fair. Feelings like this about girls were completely new no matter whom they related to. Now he was experiencing them about his new "cousin". He quickly eased his nervousness by correcting himself in his mind. She was not his cousin. They were not related at all. If, and that's a big "if", her mom and Wayne ever get married, then she would become his STEP cousin. To him, this justified the crush that he already had on this girl. He did not want to admit it was a crush. But at the very least she had a hold of at least a piece of his heart. 

Over the last five years, it was obvious how much different their relationship was in relation to the rest of the cousins. Brent knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about her -- she was his cousin. But yet he spent most of his time justifying in his mind the fact that she was not his cousin. Wayne & Vicki never did get married yet. She would only be his cousin if his uncle actually married Vicki. That was highly unlikely. And even then, she would still only be his STEP cousin. Yes, he had this completely justified in his mind for the last three years.

He remembered this every time they visited his grandmother's and the two of them were together. His mind was constantly worrying. She was only the daughter of his uncle's girlfriend. Nevertheless, he couldn't help the fact that his heart beat fast and there was always that sense of excitement when they were together. It was always innocent he kept telling himself. There was flirting. Of course, it could barely be called flirting early on. But as they grew older, it definitely was flirting. 

The two of them constantly tried to find time to be alone. Conversations with her were wonderful. Now he had even more to worry about. Not only was he finding himself physically attracted to her, but the relationship that had developed now made him feel closer than a cousin even emotionally. He took comfort in the fact that it was painfully obvious she was feeling the same way. Both in the fact that he was flattered she had a crush on him, and even more so because he was glad someone else was also struggling with this moral dilemma. Despite all the attraction and chemistry that a boy and girl can have between the ages of 13 and 18, nothing ever happened. He had always been able to lie to himself that he had no feelings "like that" for Sherry.

It now was spring break of his Senior year. As he stood in the driveway waiting for them to arrive he was more anxious than ever this time around. They had never visited his house. For some reason, his Uncle Wayne and dad had planned this trip where Wayne, Vicki & Sherry would come and stay for three days.

It was now Friday morning and he was shooting hoops in the driveway. Every year, the anticipation leading up to seeing her was getting more and more difficult. The usually get to see each other once a year; but it had almost been two years since the last time they saw each other this time around. He barely could remember everything about what she looked like. He knew she looked great, but the details in his mind were fuzzy. He couldn't wait to be reminded in just a little bit. 

Although they only got to see each other once a year, or even more in this case, their brief times together were amazing. To make things even more exciting, they never talked or corresponded any other time throughout the year. Why? He didn't know. Perhaps it was because they were supposedly "cousins". Any other girl and he would be writing her every day. But it seemed they both knew they had to limit their contact to "maintain appearances" and hide the feelings they both knew were deep down inside.

The car pulled up. Wayne opened the driver side door and was quickly out. As his hand went up, a big "Well, Howdy!" came out of his mouth. Brent didn't answer. He saw her figure in the back seat on the left. It could have been a purple gorilla that got out of the driver seat and Brent would not have been aware. His eyes were focused on the back door. At that point, it opened. Sherry stepped out. There no longer was any way he was going to be able to lie to himself from this point on. 

Chapter 2 – Sherry Arrives

As she stepped out of the car, he was mesmerized. She had definitely changed in the last two years. Many things were still the same. Her blonde hair was still beautiful. It also was still "feathered" like all girls and women were doing in 1981. As he continued to look at her he realized he was doing so from her blonde hair downward. Consequently, her blue eyes struck him next. Again, this time they struck him straight to his heart. And unfortunately in his panicked mind – they struck him even lower as well. They were a very pretty blue. Muted enough that they did not steal the focus from her other lovely features, yet still fetching and able to pull unsuspecting teenage boys under her control if she wished.

Nothing special could be mentioned about her nose because his eyes so quickly moved to her mouth. Her lips were still as lovely as he always remembered them. His memories were both from the visits in previous years as well as all his fantasies every other day. However, something was different. Their eyes at that point truly met. She then smiled a very large, bright smile. But then she quickly hesitated and stopped. Any other time, he would think perhaps it was because they had to "hide" their feelings. But this time, her smile told the story. By opening her mouth, she exposed the fact that she had obviously visited an orthodontist since he last saw her. Braces! The way she closed her mouth made it obvious she was uncomfortable. But in his mind, this only made her that much more attractive. For whatever reason, he had always been attracted to the girls with braces. This was such a gift!

After closing her mouth, a smile still remained. Perhaps it did not show her braces, but it showed him she was also very excited they were together again. She walked straight to him and opened her arms for a hug. In reality it was probably only two seconds between the time she first opened her arms and when they first touched. But in his mind, there was an eternity of confused and nervous thoughts. Should I hug her? If I do, will everyone know what I'm thinking? How long should I hug her?

Even though the thoughts continued, his enamored stare continued as well. He had at this point worked his view down from her lovely mouth just below her neck. It was an unusually cool day. She was wearing a pink cotton oxford shirt. It was 1981, and everyone had one or two cotton oxfords in their closet. They were pastel colors with button-down collars. His was light blue. Most of the girls all owned a similar shirt. Some were yellow, some were lavender, and light blue is always popular with the girls as well. But pink was Brent's favorite – and no one wore a pink cotton oxford shirt like she did at that moment.

If one were to look back, they could almost ask how on earth she got away with unbuttoning three buttons without any comments from her mom or his uncle. That third open button made all the difference in the world. Her skin was perfect. Not extremely tan, but definitely not white either. There was a slight glow in the skin that comprised the area. The last time he saw her there wasn't much to see if she had three buttons undone. Now however, this area had officially graduated to become "cleavage". Firstly, it could be referred to that way simply because of how far her skin traveled before the first closed button. But more importantly, this definitely was her cleavage because it was beautifully centered between two perfectly round breasts. Puberty had still continued since the last time he saw her. They definitely seemed larger than the last time. Sherry's breasts were being held up by a white lace bra that in all actuality may have been too tight. It caused her breasts to push together. This enhanced the view he was granted. It was the view he was fully enjoying just before they hugged.

Chapter 3 – An Evening Walk

The weekend started out immediately like all the previous weekends at their grandmothers. There was an obvious tension between the two of them. There also was an obvious attraction. Just like all the previous summer visits, they continually found themselves trying to be alone. Brent's little sister obviously felt like tagging along the majority of the time. Sherry & Brent never said it out loud, but it was clear that they both were working together towards a common goal. How could they be alone?

Friday evening after dinner there was still a little bit of daylight. Brent offered to take her for a walk and show her the high school. This was the high school yet spent the last 3 1/2 years. The school had been built about when he was a kid just one block away from his home. Instead of being on a bus for 45 minutes like middle school, he could walk to school in less than 5 minutes. If he were to cut through his neighbors' backyard, he would be there in 3 minutes. As Brent began to walk tonight however, he made certain that the pace would allow the walk to take much, much longer.

They walked side-by-side, past three houses to the first street where they needed to turn. As they stopped at the street to look both ways, his hand brushed against hers. Based on his "prior experiences" with women, any other time the signals would've been blatant and he would have taken her hand in his. Instead, both of them pulled their hands away. But the retreat was oh so slow. As if you could read both of their minds and the confusion going on. They both wanted to hold hands, they both wanted more than that. But again, they couldn't do that... could they?

They continued to leisurely walk as they approached the high school parking lot. He directed them towards the back door entrance. After a short walk across the empty back parking lot, they came to a wide sidewalk. To their left they passed two big garage doors. 

"What's in there?" Sherry asked him. 

"That's where they have auto mechanics class," he answered. He had never been in there, but he was grateful he was able to answer her. 

They continued to walk down the large sidewalk as they approached the back entrance to the school. Their walk was now almost in what seemed to be an alcove. The tall, dark brick walls were on both sides of them and the waning light outside now was vanishing as they walked further toward the doors.

She picked up her pace to a jog as she ran ahead. She quickly pushed her face up against the glass of the door on the right. This gave him a perfect view of her from behind. Even though there was limited light, her ass looked fabulous in those jeans. He couldn't help having these thoughts. He went to the right of her and looked in the window. Like her, he placed his face as close to the glass as possible.

"What is that? The cafeteria?" She quizzed him.

"Yes," he replied after a slight hesitation because he was not sure exactly what she was pointing to.

She turned her head the other way. "And what's that to the right?"

He turned but could see nothing because he was so far to the right. "What are you talking about?"

"Right there!" She moved to the right and pushed up next to him. 

She now stood where he had been and looked again. "You can't see it from here, move this way." 

She grabbed him by the waist on both sides and pulled him away from the glass. He instinctively turned. As he did so they bumped into each other and stopped for a second. There was very little light, and they now stood face to face hesitating. It quickly became awkward. 

"Here, come this way." she explained as she grabbed him at the waist again pushing him backwards. 

At first he did not want to go and instead she bumped into him instead of moving him backwards. Her breasts pushed against his chest. He could smell her. She smelled like baby powder. He guessed it was her body spray – another popular fad of the early 80s. There was one more slight hesitation from both of them, and then she turned.

"Over here," she told him.

She grabbed his hand as she went to the far left corner and pushed his body up against the glass door. She pulled up behind him on her tippy toes. She was pointing over his shoulder and he could feel her breath on his neck. 

She quizzed him, "Behind those doors to the right. What's in there?" 

He did not answer right away because he was thinking other thoughts. Those doors were the last thing on his mind. Her smell and her breath coupled with the fact that she had pushed his crotch up against the door caused his penis to slightly harden. It felt good as the shaft of his penis pushed hard against the glass. He even moved his hips upward slightly to enhance the sensation.

"What is it?" She asked him again.

"Oh, that's the gym" he finally replied after regaining his senses.

"Okay, that makes sense" she said. 

Sherry backed away but Brent remained with his erect cock pushed against the glass. Partially because it felt good, but primarily because he was embarrassed she may see his erection he turned around. Then, before he knew it she was running the other direction. "Wait up!" He reluctantly turned and hollered. She didn't even know where she was going. He picked up the pace, but wanted her to stop running back down the sidewalk.

"Hold on. We're going this way!" This time she listened and stopped.

"Where?" She wanted to know.

He pointed to the left where there was no sidewalk. There were tennis courts approximately 300 yards away. "This way, around the building. It's faster." He told her.

They now walked together towards the tennis court but turned left just before that. It was here that the football field and stadium were visible. She didn't have to say anything, she looked pretty impressed right away. The next thing he knew she was running ahead again. 

"Let's go!" She hollered back after quickly getting a 10 yard head start. "Race Ya!" She challenged him.

"It's on!" He thought to himself as he took off running.

Her eyes widened because she now realized the mistake. Within 5 seconds he was flying past her. But she immediately picked up her pace and the two of them ran completely to the street immediately beside football field. When he reached the curb he stopped and turned to watch her come the rest away. He could see her breasts bouncing slightly as she finished the run. She actually stopped and put her hands on her knees for a second to catch her breath.

"Look at you," she commented. "You're not even breathing heavy."

"I told you I'm here almost every day working out." He reminded her. 

"Where," She wanted to know. 

He started to run slowly again across the street towards the fence surrounding the field and the bleachers. "Come here." He called. 

She walked slowly to his side. He was disappointed because he hoped to see her breasts shake inside of the light blue shirt once again. Once she joined him her breathing was normal again. The football field was visible from there. They walked up to the fence and looked in. He talked about how he was sad he could no longer play on it field. He started for three years on the varsity team both as a linebacker and center. It was obvious to him she was impressed. It became even more obvious after her statement. 

"You work out a lot, don't you?" She asked him.

"Almost every day in the weight room." He boasted. "In the Fieldhouse right there, on the other side. You can see the door from here." 

"Well, it's obvious." She told him with a smirk. She briefly touched his bicep as she said it.

His chest grew bigger with pride after that. The sun was setting fast and although they didn't have to be home by dark, they didn't tell anybody where they were going.

He reminded her of this fact, "We better get back. Nobody knows where we are."

She agreed, and they backed away from the fence and started to journey back to his house. As they turned and started back home, Sherry asked,

"What's the other direction?" She had wondered. She saw plenty more houses but wondered if there was anything interesting nearby for future walks.

"Just more houses," he told her, "but if you go far enough, about a mile or so, there's a McDonald's, a grocery store, and a record store."




Early 80s Excitement



"You ever go there?" Sherry was curious.

"Every so often." he then started to relay a story from last winter, "Last winter a friend spent the night and we walked to the record store in a blizzard."

"Why on earth would you do that?" Couldn't it have waited, she thought to herself.

"The roads were horrible, and my mom didn't want me to drive." He told her. "We wanted to go because Styx's new album had just been released."

"Paradise Theater?" She asked quickly. 

His eyes widened with surprise. She talked like she knew exactly what he was referring to. Everyone knew the song "The Best of Times", but very few people could name the title of the album that quickly. 

"Yeah, why? You're familiar with the album?" He quizzed her.

"A girlfriend of mine has it. I heard it once, I'm not even sure I heard all the songs. I really thought the cover was cool". She referred to the drawing of the fictional Paradise Theater that the band created for the album.

He explained the band's intent to her, "They created the whole Paradise Theater concept. All the cover art on the album is related to the concept. Their tour is the same. I was listening to a live radio broadcast on the first night of the tour." His enthusiasm was getting the better of him.

He stopped rambling; but he did make an offer. "You want to hear the album we get back?" She quickly confirmed.

The walk back from there was quick and uneventful. But the real events would start shortly.

Chapter 4 – Music & More on Friday Night

When the two of them got back they greeted their parents. They took a few minutes to explain where they were. Sherry confirmed to her mom that Brent's school was bigger than hers. They grabbed some sodas and went down to Brent's room.

Brent had a milk crate that he used to hold his records. He pulled it out from beside his dresser and the Styx album was the second one back just behind "Hi Infidelity" by REO Speedwagon.

"You know this one, don't you?" He asked as he pointed to the REO record.

"Of course," She defended herself. He had figured she knew that one. It had been out a little longer than Paradise Theater.

He took the record out and set it on the turntable. Before he picked up the needle, he tossed the record's cover on her lap as she sat on his bed. He turned and quickly placed the needle on the first track.

As "Rockin' the Paradise" started to play loudly he spoke up over the music. "This is what they started their concert with," He told her.

He realized it was perhaps a little too loud. He did not want his mom in here. So he turned it down. This allowed them to talk while listening to the music. His room was small. The square footage only allowed his dressers, his double bed, and a very small walkway between the two. For that reason, the only place he could sit was on the bed right next to her. He could've sat further away, but instead he sat directly next to her. He wanted to look at the cover at the same time, so he pulled up close to her. Once again, he smelled the baby powder scent. She did not move away or hesitate at all as he rubbed against her and they read the liner notes together.

After the Styx album, he played REO. The records and the conversation continued until late that night. A couple times he ran back upstairs to get more Coke for both of them and once his mom came in and checked on them.

It was probably pushing midnight and he was tired as he sat on the far side of his bed with his back against the headboard looking down the bed. She was lying beside him on her belly. They had been talking this way for the last 30 to 45 min. But in the last 10 minutes or so her words were getting quieter and several times she uttered words that made no sense. It was apparent that she was now asleep.

He was still awake. He sat there and just looked at how great she looked. Her light blue Oxford had come un-tucked and her body looked great in blue. It looked even better with her dark blue Jordache jeans. That was what he was watching right now. Her ass was amazing! So much so he wanted to touch it.

That would be crazy, he thought to himself. But he did not think negatively like this for long. Instead, he slid down a little bit and his right hand touched the right cheek of her picture-perfect ass. He rubbed his hand up and down her cheek and about the third time he moved down he began to stroke the back of her thigh as well.

She was still asleep the whole time. He decided to move his right hand over to the other cheek and now brought his left hand where his right hand had been. Brent now was leaning over and putting quite a bit of force on both of her cheeks. Instead of simply rubbing her ass, he now actually started squeezing it. "This is crazy," he thought to himself. But he didn't let that stop him. Instead he continued and wondered why she had not woken up. 

It was here that he started to notice Sherry's hips were moving in conjunction with his hands. He also noticed that she was breathing heavy. Not only that, she suddenly let out a very small moan. At this point, she might have still been asleep; but he was pretty sure she was awake and merely "acting" like she was still asleep. 

With no resistance from her now, his hands both moved down her thighs and he grabbed both of them with his fingers on the inside. He slid his hands up and he tried to push his fingers up as far as they could go with the heavy denim material in his way from what he really wanted to feel. He was now in uncharted territory. The only time she had been with a girl the furthest he went was to fondle her breasts.

When he pushed up high between her legs, her hips moved even more. They drove downwards towards his hand. So he did this several times pushing harder each time. The bed was actually shaking. In fact, he had to stop because of the noise it was making. He actually thought this was a good time to stop. He did not need the noise to alert his mother. He also was afraid that perhaps Sherry might "wake up" if she was indeed asleep. Or, even if she was actually awake he felt like any moment now she would find a way to stop him. So he started to slide down further towards the foot of the bed.

His feet came off the bed first as he stood up on the ground at its foot. The record had stopped a while ago, so all he had to do was turn off the light. Before he did, he turned and looked at her one last time. "Damn! Her ass really looked great!" He opened the door, turned out the light, and closed the door behind him after he exited into the hall. 

As he walked down the hall towards the sofa, he thought about how exciting the whole day had been. He was obviously most excited about the last fifteen minutes. He had not really noticed how erect his cock had grown until just now. He also thought perhaps he could visit her again in the morning while she was "sleeping". Now he was very turned on and something was going to have to be done. But he was on the sofa in the middle of the family room. There was no way he could do anything. He realized he was forced to simply go to sleep. It would be difficult, but he would do it.

Chapter 5 – Rise & Shine on Saturday Morning

Early the next morning, Brent got up and was ready to start his morning run. All summer he had been getting up with the sun and running throughout the town. It was early and everyone was still asleep. He got himself off the sofa and walked down the hallway to his bathroom. The bathroom was right next to his bedroom where Sherry was sleeping. When he finished peeing, he looked down at his cock in his hand. He considered jacking off like he did most mornings. But he usually did so laying on his bed. 

In his normal routine, he would pull his unusually heavy suitcase down from the top of his closet. After unzipping the black bag and lifting the lid, he would then choose which of the many pornographic magazines would assist him in his task. About a year ago, he actually got the nerve to walk up to the teller at the counter of the White Hen Pantry and ask for Playboy. The teller sold it to him without any questions or fanfare. This continued for a couple months until he got the nerve to ask for a Penthouse. Again, no questions or concerns, only more graphic pictures for him to use when he masturbated. In the very recent months, he now had been asking for High Society magazine. Although these were slightly more expensive than the others, there were always one or two more female layouts within the magazine. Of course, the photos of these women in most cases left nothing to the imagination. 

As he stood over the toilet with his dick in his hand, at that moment he wanted so badly to see these women he had become so familiar with in recent months. The High Society magazines piqued his interest so much more because of how much the photos really showed. He never fully understood what exactly everything entailed between a woman's legs. He obviously was interested in these, so this allowed him see and learn much more in recent months. "That's about the closest I'll ever get to it for a while," he thought to himself.

He could go ahead and pleasure himself now. He started to pull his shorts down, yet he realized he really didn't feel like sitting on the cold hard toilet. Plus he worried about the fact that perhaps Sherry would hear him. Not that he was loud. Yet if she happened to wake up and approach the bathroom door she might be able to hear his arm during its quick motions. So he let go of the elastic in his left hand and his shorts quickly rose up covering his semi erect cock. That was twice in less than 12 hours he had to forgo the pleasure that he usually gave himself 2 to 3 times a day.

As he was leaving the bathroom, instead of turning left back into the family room he couldn't help himself. He turned to the right and stood facing the doorway right next to the bathroom. She was in there. She was in his room right now, sleeping in his bed. He quickly thought to himself about last night. When she was sleeping then he was able to feel her ass through her jeans and explore her body. This morning however, she would not be wearing those Calvin Klein's, would she? 

Chapter 6 – Saturday Morning and Sherry "Sleeps" with Brent

He knew in his heart of hearts that she was probably awake last night. That's what gave him even more strength to go ahead and turn the knob. If she indeed was awake last night and she let him do that, then she would be willing to do it again, right? He pushed the door open slightly inside. The curtains were drawn so it was still rather dark. But there was just enough light so he could see. She was lying on her belly on the left side of the bed. So again he could easily reach her. He quietly walked into the room and gently closed the door until he could barely hear it latch.

He now could see that the sheets and blankets were totally off her. Did she kick them off in the night? Or did she hear him when he was in the bathroom and quickly move them aside as he entered? He didn't care. All he knew was he could see her entire body. Yet this time not only could he see her shapely ass, but he could see her bare legs all the way down. Her light blue nightshirt had ridden up slightly on the right. This exposed her pale yellow panties. At least he thought they were yellow. It may have been the morning light coming through the curtains. He took several more steps forward and now stood next to her. Yellow indeed, he confirmed to himself.

Last night he was hesitant, this morning not so much. He decided right then and there just to go ahead and touch the yellow material enveloping her ass. His right hand moved forward to her right cheek. The difference now versus last night was night and day. Last night he was feeling the hard stiff denim as he rubbed her butt. Now however, it was only soft cotton between his fingertips and her soft ass. In fact, he was amazed at how soft and flexible the flesh between his fingers was. 

He moved his hand from the right cheek over to the left. Of course, it felt the same. Within seconds though, he decided to find out how both together felt. He lifted his right hand and before the imprint on her left cheek was gone his left hand moved down and filled the void. In the same fluid motion his right hand now cupped the right side of her ass. He turned his shoulders to face the top of the bed and apply more pressure downward. He now was putting most of his weight down on her ass as he squeezed in a way that could be considered hard yet still soft. Despite his increased attention, his motion was still very slow. Nevertheless, it was beginning to be slightly more rhythmic in nature. 

It was now time to move downward. As he did so, the cotton material disappeared and he could feel her bare flesh on his fingertips. Her thighs were miraculous! He continued to rub the back of her thighs gently with his fingertips. He then started to massage them with his whole hand. He was working on the left side because it was closest. But every once in a while he went to the right and massaged that leg so it would not feel left out. Sherry was still "asleep". He figured she was awake. But they both realized this was the way they were going to deal with it. If she was asleep, they didn't have to acknowledge it, talk about it, or deal with the emotions and confusing aspects. This way, they could simply act on their urges. Looking back, it was a pretty brilliant plan.

He moved back to her left thigh. He continued to rub it with his right hand and he moved his left hand back to her left cheek. This time, he slid his hand under the underwear. His left hand moved rapidly under the material and over her entire ass. Although the skin on her legs was smooth, her ass felt so much better under the yellow material.

It was time to try something else. He continued to slowly massage her bare ass with his left hand but now he moved his right hand up her leg and began to probe. He was completely unfamiliar with the female anatomy in person. But in recent months the magazines showed him all the detail between a woman's legs. He had an idea what was behind those panties and underneath her. Yet he had no idea what to expect as he began to move his hand further towards it. Despite all the pictures he had seen, he still was thinking the entrance was in the front. He did not fully realize that it was down below, close to where he was starting to reach.

As he moved his fingers between her warm thighs, she spread them further apart and she moaned slightly like someone would while they turned in their sleep. He immediately pushed his hand forward and towards her. He pushed slightly and his fingers were able to move forward further than he thought. He knew he was feeling her pussy at this point. Yet he still did not realize how close he was to entering her. Brent then started to move his hand up and down. With this motion, Sherry's hips involuntarily started to move along with his hand. This was a sign he was obviously doing something right. He continued to move his hand up and down. Each time he did so he pushed his hand further down towards the bed. Unbeknownst to him, each of those motions was stimulating her clitoris for the first time in her life.

His motions grew more rapid, and her hips kept pace. Her breathing now was also louder and starting to almost mimic the pace of his hand. He had been so intrigued and concerned with her ever since he walked in the room. Consequently, he totally forgot about the semi-flaccid cock he had returned to his shorts just 15 minutes earlier. Only now it was no longer semi-flaccid. Instead, it was a raging hard on. The tip was sticking out past the waistband. He had already stopped rubbing her leg with his left hand because the position was awkward. It was only his right hand now that was exploring her pussy which he realized was damper that it was just minutes ago. With his left hand free, he used it to pull his waistband down and he reached into his shorts and grabbed his cock. Even though he was right-handed and his cock was unfamiliar with this palm, it still felt wonderful as it wrapped around the warm shaft. On his way to grip it, his hand brushed against the head. That part of his hand was now inadvertently damp from the pre-come that was covering the tip of his cock. He started to stroke his cock, all the while continuing his motion between her warm and damp thighs with his other hand. The left hand satisfying him was moving in time with the right hand pleasing her. However, she was still "asleep". Despite the fact that she was asleep, her breathing continued to grow deeper and more rapid and his breath now matched hers. Their hands and their breath were in perfect timing and now their hips were gyrating together in unison. 

This position was still awkward and he quickly had another idea. He let go of his cock and instead kneeled down to where his dick was touching the mattress through his shorts. Now he started to "fuck" the side of the mattress at the same pace as his hand and her hips. He did not know how much longer he would last until suddenly he heard everyone upstairs. Both of his hands reflexively stopped. Her hips were no longer moving either. Perhaps it was because he had stopped stimulating her; but he was sure the sound also scared her to death. Dear God, he thought. If I get caught in here we are in huge trouble. He could not chance it. He unfortunately and quickly pulled his hand from its warm confines. Then, as much as he hated to do so, he backed away from the bed.

As he walked backwards slowly he could at least continue to see her. She was still "sleeping" on her belly in pretty much the same position she was in when he first entered. However, instead of being only slightly above one cheek her night shirt was now fully above her waist exposing her lower back. Furthermore, he could see that the yellow material was pushed deep inside her as the hair and folds of her pussy enveloped it. He quietly turned the doorknob and snuck out of the room hoping to God that his mother was not downstairs yet. Or at the very least, she was not in the hall. All seemed clear and he quietly closed the door and quickly went into the bathroom. 

Chapter 7 – Saturday Aftermath 

The cold toilet was no longer deterrence. He instantly took off his shorts and sat back on the toilet rubbing his cock now with his usual right hand. Normally, he would take out enough toilet paper and lay it down to catch the fruits of his labor. There was no thought this time. Instinct had taken over and he wanted to come as fast as possible. It did not take long either. After several strokes of his hand he knew he was close. When it first hit him, the ejaculation felt stronger than ever. He was actually afraid it may hit the decorative towel hanging on towel rack on the wall in front of him. He didn't care. The sensation he was feeling was more than he had ever felt before. With one final stroke from the head to the base he completely erupted. The white semen literally spurted further than he had ever seen. It did not hit the towel, but it did make it all the way to the wall. As he leaned back, he could see low on the wall three large wet spots of white cum dripping down about to reach the baseboard. 

He wanted to go ahead and clean it up quickly; but he needed another minute to rest. He actually leaned back and closed his eyes. Then it hit him. Was she doing the same thing? He quickly grabbed toilet paper and ran to the wall. He wiped the mess up and while doing so put his ear to the wall. He was now standing there naked below the waist with his cock still slightly erect. He listened for a little bit longer, yet ultimately heard nothing but silence. He anticipated doing this again tomorrow morning. He thought to himself that tomorrow he would instantly come in here afterward and listen to see if he could hear her. If she was masturbating he might hear her moaning or perhaps even having an orgasm. He figured he could always jack off with his ear against the wall. 




Early 80s Excitement



Chapter 8 – Flirting In Secret 

The day was spent at the Museum of Science and Industry downtown. Although his uncle had been to visit in the past, Vicki and Sherry had not. They had to see Chicago. Brent lived approximately 45 minutes outside of the city. That is, it was 45 minutes on a Saturday morning. On any normal weekday morning you could easily add 30 more minutes to the drive. He knew this because he heard his father lament about it every normal weekday. He and Sherry sat together in the very back seat of the station wagon. They actually were facing the back and could see the traffic behind them.

It was a busy day, and they all covered the whole Museum. They also went for a walk through Grant Park in the evening. It was a fun day. It was similar to the many days he had spent with other out-of-town guests that had visited them. However, this was obviously different in that he spent most of this time flirting with one of the guests.

The flirting continued as it always did. The only thing worthy of mention during that time was a brief conversation in which Sherry statement controlled Brent activities for the remainder of her time there.

"How did you sleep last night?" He asked Sherry at one point. "You ended up passing out last night. Was my bed comfortable enough?"

"I slept like a rock." She reassured him.

It was the statement that followed that made him nervous, excited, and anxious all the once.

"Particularly in the morning, I could sleep through anything in the early morning." He could see almost all of her braces due to the smile that crossed her face.

This told him everything. There was a slight possibility that she was being honest and she really was sound asleep through the morning activities. But more than likely she was simply letting them know that she was going to always pretend she was asleep in the morning. Either way, he couldn't lose.

They all stopped for pizza on the way home. His dad's favorite pizza was Home Run Inn and their drive back was the perfect opportunity to take a short detour so we could share with everyone. By the time they got home it was already pushing nine o'clock. 

Their parents went into the den and were having drinks at the bar. Brent's little sister Nicole had already passed out and his dad carried her up to bed. So now he and Sherry were watching TV. The remote control was tethered to the television by a cord. In 1981, this was actually high-tech. He had preprogrammed for channels into the remote – 14, 16, 18, & 26. Respectively these were Showtime, HBO, The Movie Channel, & MTV. He did so because these were his favorites and he could almost always find something on. The other reason was that many times, particularly on weekend nights, he was sure to find a naked woman or two on his television by flipping through these channels. Needless to say, he began to flip through the channels. He wasn't sure if it was because of habit or because he wanted a naked woman to appear on screen with Sherry in the room.

In his haste to flip the channels like most guys do, he ended up boring her. She laid her head down on the floor. In a matter of seconds she was asleep. Since he was out in the family room, there was nothing he could do at this point. He continued to watch TV for a while longer and then he woke her.

As she rose, she regained her senses. "How long was I asleep?" She asked him.

"About a half-hour or so," he told her. 

"Well I'm exhausted. I'll see you in the morning," A long pause took place, and then she followed "won't I?" 

"I'm always up early." He reassured her with a smile on his face. 

She turned down the hall. He then realized how tired he actually was and turned the TV off. He prepared his bed on the sofa within minutes. He couldn't wait until the morning. 

Chapter 9 – An Early Sunday Morning

When he made his bed once again on the sofa, he considered setting the alarm for the wee hours of the morning. He wanted to make sure he got up early enough to accomplish "his plans". Although an early alarm was not out of the ordinary because of his habitual morning run, he still did not want the alarm to potentially wake everyone else. So he left it off.

Unfortunately, this was probably a mistake. He did not sleep at all. He was very worried about not waking up on time. As a result, he ended up tossing and turning the entire night on the sofa.

Eventually, he looked at his clock and it could now reasonably be considered "morning". He practically ran down the hallway, but of course stopped quickly in front of his bedroom door. There was no detour in the restroom this time. During his sleepless night he made several trips and his bladder was definitely empty. Besides, there was no way any pee could come out at this point because his Dick was already harder than ever.

He turned the knob, and did not hesitate as much as yesterday. Instead, he stepped right in and closed the door behind him. It was darker than when he entered yesterday. His eyes needed time to adjust. There was some light now coming through the areas around the curtain, but it did not illuminate the room is much as his timing allowed yesterday.

Nevertheless, as his eyes adjusted to the lowlight he was able to see her once again in all her splendor. Again, she was lying on her belly with her right leg bent. This time however she was facing the side of the bed from which he was approaching her. He had to look closely to make sure her eyes were closed. He could've sworn he saw them open. In actuality, he knew once more in his heart that she was probably awake. She probably was peaking to see him and if his clothing offered her any strategic and sensual views similar to the view he had now of her.

Her nightshirt was the same. Unlike yesterday morning when it was lifted up, the light blue material now covered her entire ass. This did not deter him one bit. He didn't hesitate this morning. His determination was amazing. In fact, his motion was so deliberate he literally used both hands to grab the end of her nightshirt. He lifted it up and set it back down on the small of her back without hesitation. He wanted to see that ass!

Now it was time to start the routine again. This time he was much more confident, deliberate, and quite frankly – impatient. Not to mention, aroused more than he ever had been in his life! So he used both hands at once and fully grabbed her entire ass. He squeezed at the same time. He knew she was going to continue to pretend she was asleep; but he knew she wasn't. That was confirmed by the way she exhaled and slightly moaned when he grabbed her ass. There was absolutely no way someone could make that type of noise in their sleep. But that was okay, they both knew the game they were playing.

He squeezed and massaged her ass fully. Yesterday he caressed it, now he was massaging it like someone would rubdown the back and shoulders of an athlete. As he did so, he was pushing with all his weight. He wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do. But when she responded as she did, he knew he was on the right track. And the more he pushed, the heavier her breathing became. As he pushed on her buttocks each time, he was driving her midsection into the mattress. Again, this must've been appropriate because her hips were now working with him to push herself into the mattress even more. With his help, she was now fucking the mattress. And the fucking was going on at a very rapid pace. Just as yesterday morning, the pace was becoming more and more frequent, as did her breathing. 

Unfortunately, this time around both of his hands were busy at the task. Consequently, his cock was hot, hard, horny, and yet helpless! His dedication to her made him wanting so much more for himself. But he knew there would be time later. Now, it was obvious what he was doing was pleasing her. This was an amazing concept. This was more exciting than anything he could physically do to himself. Little did he know, this feeling would remain with him the rest of his life. That is, from that point on he always would derive more satisfaction from pleasing his partner than he ever would from what he received.

So he continued on his quest to make her feel good. As she humped the bed madly the springs were squeaking quite loudly. He actually now was losing some of the excitement because he was worried again someone might hear. As soon as that thought crossed his mind someone upstairs dropped something in the kitchen. The kitchen floor was the ceiling of the room next to his bedroom. As such, the sound startled both Brent and Sherry. All motion stopped. The room grew quiet as the springs and the bouncing mattress no longer were moving. Yet the sound of her breathing could not be suppressed. She was still breathing hard, rhythmic, and continuously.

For a brief second he considered leaving. But he realized that the sound was only something such as a fork or knife dropping on the floor. Not a sign that anybody was coming down. And again he was taking a different approach today and was not going to be deterred easily.

Just as he started to reach back down she began to turn "in her sleep". She rolled away from him toward the center of the bed. At first, he thought this was a sign that she was stopping even though he had decided not to. But then he quickly realized this wasn't the case. Instead, she was simply rolling over onto her back. And he knew she wanted to continue once her ass was on the bed. He knew this because she slid that beautiful ass he had just been fondling back to the edge of the bed and towards him. Not only that, but as she did so she spread her legs almost as wide as she possibly could. Her right knee brushed against him near his crotch. He instinctively moved slightly to the right and let his covered Dick push against her knee for a brief second. This reminded him of what he'd been missing. But yet his attention was more focused on what lie between those open legs.

This was getting interesting. The yellow panties were still on; however, they were driven so far inside her wet pussy that they resembled an almost invisible thong. The hair all around the edges of her pussy was matted down to her skin. Even though it was still rather dark, it was very clear that her crotch had now graduated from "moist" to thoroughly wet. If it weren't for his magazines, he might not fully know what he was looking at. Partially because of the darkness, partially because of what little bit of material was there, and mostly because he was still inexperienced. But the many evenings with pictures of naked women in one hand and his Dick in the other now gave him the "experience" to know what he was looking at.

The dark, wet, hair was all around the top of her thighs and enveloping what little amount of yellow material could still be seen. This was the early 80s and women during that time did not maintain their hair around there. There was more hair visible than he could've ever imagined. He looked more closely and realized also that the underwear could not be seen because the lips of her pussy were now surrounding it. He even knew the clitoris was very close; but it was covered and pushed back by the underwear he had driven deep within her minutes earlier. 

Now what was he to do? He had previously been pushing down on her butt and so he had something to grab. What was he to grab? He decided he would reach for her inner thighs; but this time gently. Partially because they both had calmed down due to the noise upstairs, but also because he was nervous. He first touched her inner thigh with the back of his right hand. He slid the back of his hand back and forth on her thigh. He did this quite a few times – each time increasing the distance he moved it. Eventually, the end of his stroke began to reach the crease of her groin. After several more strokes like that, he moved just a bit further to allow his thumb to touch the lips of her pussy. The second the tip of his thumb reached her folded lips, she breathed deeply and quivered. Right then and there he almost came. 

His brush with orgasm made him realize how long he had been ignoring himself. He quickly moved his left hand. It wasn't his usual hand of choice for masturbating; but it had to cover once again for the right hand that was busy. He reached down through both the elastic band of his shorts and his underwear. Instead of immediately grabbing his shaft, he put his palm directly on top of the head of this prick. He knew what sensation this with create. It sent surges of electricity throughout his body and made him "quiver" just as she had done when he first touched the lips of her pussy. His palm stopped motionless on the head as he shook. His eyes closed briefly and he imagined how much more wonderful it could have been if the head of his dick had actually been touching the lips of her pussy while they "quivered" together at the same time. He then realized he could closely replicate that.

He pulled his hand off the head of his dick for a brief second. Then, in one swift motion his right hand moved forward causing his thumb tip to push the lips of her pussy once again. This time his effort was more forceful. The tip of his thumb was now slipping past the material and slightly inside her. The middle of his thumb was resting on the lips where his last touch had ended. Again, the second he touched her lips as well as the entire time his thumb slid across them she quivered with excitement – but she was not alone.

At the same time, he used his left palm to once again push down on the slippery head of his cock. However, this time he squeezed over the head. Not only did he quiver as well, but this time he even shook rapidly. He tried to move down further and stimulate the shaft of his cock but was finding it difficult. The difficulty was partly because it was his left hand but mostly because of his position. He knew he shouldn't, but he had an idea. He pulled his right hand away from her pussy and took his left hand out of his pants. He then stuck each of his thumbs under the waistband at his hips and in less than a second his shorts and his underwear were around his ankles. He even stepped out of them. Yes, someone could walk in – but he did not care at this point.

While he was doing this, he watched her closely. He wanted to see if her eyes were open. However he made sure he never looked directly at them for fear their eyes would meet thus ruining the premise of this encounter. He knew it! Her eyes did open, and they opened even wider as she realized that his rock hard cock was now totally exposed and just inches from her face!

He now moved toward her again and cupped her right thigh. As he did so, his cock moved even closer towards her face. She reluctantly closed her eyes again for fear that he might think she's "awake". While her eyes were closing her lips opened slightly. Perhaps she anticipated the tip of his cock was on its way to her awaiting mouth. But unfortunately, he was not thinking. As he cupped her thigh and slid his hand the thumb drove once again into her pussy. Not much further than before, but this time more deliberately because it knew where it was going. At the same time, his left hand fully grabbed his cock and started stroking it very, very rapidly. Unlike yesterday, the rhythm of each of his hands was not the same. It was as if his Dick was controlling his left hand. He tried to move his right hand faster but the angle with which he was pushing was awkward. He was able to move his thumb slightly in and out of her pussy each time glancing over her lips. He knew the friction was stimulating her because once again her hips were moving slightly. But his hips were moving much faster. He needed to stroke faster. But he couldn't! It was his left hand and he just could not gain enough momentum to give him the satisfaction he needed. He stopped what he was doing and leaned forward towards her. 

It was only seconds but there was a lifetime of thoughts that went through his head. He knew he needed more than what his hand could give him. Her warm, wet, wanting pussy was less than a foot away from the tip of his cock. He could simply move just a bit and experience what he had always dreamed of. But he knew in his heart of hearts he did not want to go that far. In his mind he knew that was something special. But he had to do something now.

Like yesterday morning, he ended up resting his cock on the mattress as he moved his left hand just above her pillow to balance himself. His right hand continued pleasing her while he forcefully fucked his mattress directly beside her. His motion brought him that much closer to her. He could smell her baby powder scented body spray mixed with a new odor that he quickly realized was her pussy and the juices that his efforts were producing. The pillow slid slightly and his left hand moved also. Before he could completely regain his balance, he brushed his right cheek against her red lips and her matching cheek. He quickly pushed back into place just in time to see her close her eyes once again following the "peek" she took to see what she could see.

He continued to pound his hips and rapidly rub the underside of his dick across the sheets on his mattress. Just like yesterday, the idea of toilet paper quickly came and went in his head. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen. Instead, His eyes were now looking directly towards hers. He hoped they would open again. He would love to look in her eyes; but he also knew that that could perhaps make things uncomfortable. 

His breathing was very deep and quick. In fact, he could see the wisps of her hair by her ear blowing each time he breathed. He watched her eyes open again ever so briefly and close again when they saw he was staring directly at her. This was it, he could last no longer. He ended up coming profusely all over the mattress beside her. After the first shot he started to stand up a bit and unexpectedly shot a second load. This one ended up hitting her nightshirt just below her covered right breast. There was no way she even knew it was there. He figured after he left she would look down and find the white creamy remains. He was wondering if that would be the first time she ever saw such a thing. He quickly imagined her perhaps even tasting it. Gross, he thought.

As he completed his orgasm, he realized that she was still moving her hips. Unbeknownst to him due to his inexperience, she had not reached orgasm yet. Later in life he would always focus on his partners orgasm being his primary concern. But at this point in time he was young, inexperienced, and unaware. As he now stood there naked with a big glob of his on the mattress beside her he felt he had to leave right away. He picked up his shorts and underwear off the floor and walked out quickly. He did not even back out as in the past. He did feel somewhat embarrassed, somewhat confused, but basically completely overwhelmed. 

He turned directly back into the bathroom. It then dawned on him what he thought about yesterday. He should listen through the wall and see if he can tell what she's doing. He put his ear back to the wall. The site must of been comical if anyone could see him. He waited for a while and then realized he could not really hear anything. He put his shorts and underwear back on. He wanted to take a shower; but he had no clean clothes to put on afterwards. They were all in his bedroom. In theory, he was not supposed to be in there until Sherry was up and out. So his pre-come soaked underwear were once again resting against his now flaccid cock. He would change them after a shower later in the morning. For now, he walked out of the bathroom and was ready to start another day with Sherry and her family. 

Chapter 10 – Sunday at Old Chicago

The day had started out great. It was going to continue to be a good one. Today they were going to Old Chicago. It was the world's only indoor amusement park. And it was right there in his hometown of Bolingbrook Illinois! The village was to decide between a shopping mall or the amusement park. To his delight and every other kid in town, they chose the amusement park.




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His parents chose Sunday because the crowds were lighter. The day was what you would expect at an amusement park. There were many times as Brent and Sherry were standing in line together that they would bump into each other. He could truly remember how good it felt each and every time he touched her. He was certain she felt the same way.

When it came time for dinner, the two of them had to meet up with their parents. They were all ready to go home.

"Can Sherry and I stay?" Brent pleaded.

Just as he had figured, she was okay with the idea. Once his mom had nodded affirmatively, his dad quickly concurred. 

"I will come back and pick you up out in front right after 11 o'clock." She told him. At the same time, his dad was handing him a $20 bill. Of course, it would've been nicer if he could've driven themselves home; but their parents obviously had to take the car.

Wayne gave Sherry a $20 bill as well. "Have fun," he told the two of them. Within seconds they were off and running together on their own. 

Chapter 11 – The Hints Continue 

Sherry and he were standing outside Old Chicago just after 11PM. There were lots of other kids standing outside waiting for rides. His mom pulled up in the tan station wagon. He wanted to climb in the backseat with Sherry, but realized it was best if he jumped in front. 

"How was the rest of your day?" His mom asked. 

"Great." They both replied simultaneously. 

"The lines died down a lot later tonight," Brent explained, "a lot of people left about the same time you did" he told his mom. 

"Well that's good, because I was certainly getting tired of waiting in line all the time," Said his mother from a different generation. She continued," I don't know about you too, but I am totally exhausted."

Brent did not want to readily admitted, but he was also. It had been a big day. It certainly started out as being the biggest day of his life. And the day continued to be wonderful throughout. He had a wonderful time with her. Their plan to pretend she was asleep and ignore anything happened was working perfectly. He then noticed the silence as his mind had been fondly remembering the morning for a bit too long.

"I am too," Sherry interjected and covering for him.

"Sorry," he said, "I was thinking about something else". But I'm beat too. I'll certainly sleep well tonight. Plus, I've got to get up early to run," he reminded his mom while smiling at Sherry. At this point they both knew why he actually would be getting up early. 

As soon as they got home, his mom went upstairs to bed.

"Night," she told both of them. "Make sure you both go to bed right away."

"Night, mom," he replied.

"Night, Aunt Pat. Thanks for picking us up," Sherry said gratefully.

He thought to himself about what she said. Aunt Pat. On the one hand, the reminder that she was practically his cousin made him uneasy. But on the other hand, it was a huge turn on.

"You're welcome," she uttered the last words before she closed her bedroom door.

"Well, good night," he said to Sherry as he pulled up beside the sofa. The blanket was perfectly folded at the "foot" and the pillow lay on top of it. His mom had prepared his temporary bed. He then thought about whether or not his mother had been in his room and seen his bed. Whenever he came on his own he usually caught everything on toilet paper or at the very least cleaned up the mess. He'd rather not think about what happened this morning in the aftermath.

Her voice brought him back to the present. "Good night," she replied.

She was just about to turn and head down the hallway. While he still had eye contact, he decided to make a statement," I'm so tired tonight I could sleep through anything". His smile was big and devious as he said so.

"I'm not so sure how I'll sleep," she said coyly. "I may end up waking up in the middle of the night."

His smile got even bigger. He was pretty certain she understood his comment.

She walked down the hallway and he stopped what he was doing to watch her the whole way. He still was not tired of seeing her ass in those Jordache jeans. As she turned into his bedroom he turned to his alarm clock and set it for just before Dawn. As excited as he was for another encounter, he was so exhausted he felt this time he needed an alarm.

Chapter 12 – A Sleepless Sunday Night

He was dreaming about her. He can't remember exactly what, but he was thinking about her. He then realized he could feel it. She was now caressing his ass. He was lying on his belly as he always did while he slept. She was back there rubbing both of his cheeks with her hands. He could feel her doing so. And now he was wide awake.

He decided to be more discreet and completely pretended to still be sound asleep. She started to grab his ass more firmly. It felt good. Not amazing, but good. Yet then, her right hand went up his shorts on the right side. Her hand rubbed the back of his thigh on its way up and now was grabbing his bare right cheek. She squeezed, now this felt much better. He let her continue this for probably no more than a minute. He was already loaded for bear. So, he turned "in his sleep".

As he started to turn he startled her. Her hand quickly came out from under his shorts. But she held her ground as he rolled over and continued to "sleep" on his back now. His left leg was bent against the back of the sofa. His right leg remained straight. He had nothing on but his shorts. In their previous encounters he had always put his shirt on beforehand. But he slept without it. So now he lay more naked and exposed than she ever was to him and he was exposing more than she had ever seen of him.

He had to guess what the view was like between his legs. He now was rock hard imagining what would happen soon. However, he wasn't so sure that it was visible through his shorts. Instead, his hard cock they flat up against his belly and was most likely unobtrusive as he lay on his back

His thoughts did not matter for long. He suddenly felt her hand on his crotch. She grabbed low at first. She had his balls in her hand through the material. Of course, the concept was exciting. Nevertheless, the sensation of anything touching his balls did nothing for him. He waited patiently for her to move her hand up further. It wasn't happening. At least not right away. He pretty much guessed at the time, and he was right. She had never seen, felt, or experienced a boy like this. So for her, feeling his scrotum and the testicles roll within it was a unique feeling that she did not want to give up. She finally stopped. But unfortunately it turned out only to be long enough for her to now move her right hand through the opening of his shorts below and she now grabbed his bare scrotum under his underwear. 

Through the years in high school is buddys lamented that this was a common routine. The one other time that he had been with a girl she also focused way too much on the scrotum. Girls were always fascinated by the balls and their handy carrying case. If you allow them, they could play with your ball sack for hours. After several minutes of her continuing to play with his testicles under the shorts he started to move his body downward hopefully giving her a hint that she should move her hand up.

She took his hint and tried to move her hand up. But fitting her arm through the bottom of his shorts was not working. She pulled her hand out. But now she grabbed his hard cock from the outside of the material. At least things were now slightly better. She was at least grabbing his cock. But through the material he could barely feel it. It went downhill from there. She continued to squeeze just as she had been doing with his sack. She was squeezing so hard he practically was wincing from the pain. He slid up on the sofa and pulled away.

He had a choice to make. Would he roll back over in which case she would probably go back to bed, or would he let her continue? All this was being done in his "sleep". He decided to move back down from the sofa. However, before doing so he grabbed the waistband of his shorts and underwear and started to slide them down halfway so they were now in the middle of his butt underneath him. By doing so, the head of his erect cock was now sticking above the waistband on top. It was time to see how she handles things with a hard cock staring at her.

Not well as it turned out. At first, things seemed promising. She grabbed the base of his cock through the shorts and began to stroke her hand upward. It was a perfect teasing gesture. She was moving in the right direction just as he, or any man who is having his dick fondled, needed. But things went awry as her hand passed the waistband and reached the bare head. She pulled the waistband down slightly further and grabbed the head of his cock with her palm completely enveloping it. Her fingernails inadvertently were scratching the shaft while she continued to push so hard it felt like she may end up breaking it in two.

It was apparent she had her eyes closed last night as he jacked himself off. If she had peeked a little more, she could've seen exactly how the hand should be moving across the penis. Instead, she continued to maneuver all over the tip never touching the all-important shaft where most of the sensation comes from.

What happened next should have been fabulous. It wasn't. She stopped terrorizing the head of his penis with her fingernails and the force of her palm. The relief was in and of itself almost as satisfying as an orgasm. His eyes were still closed and he suddenly felt her warm wet lips on the tip of his cock. Finally, we're getting somewhere, he thought to himself. This was the first time he had ever gotten head. A bunch of the guys at school talked about this; but he was never so lucky. Now however, he understood what they were talking about. The touch of her soft lips to the tip was causing him to twitch and his stomach to spasm. This really might turn out to be okay.

She repositioned herself further up the sofa and now re-approached down between his legs. Her mouth went further down on his cock this time. What should've been a wonderful experience practically made him yell as her teeth were dragging down the front and back of his cock. She brought her mouth up to the top. AAgain it was her teeth that spent the majority of the time on his flesh as opposed to her lips or tongue. She pulled it out of her mouth and he assumed she was inspecting it. He wondered what was next. She went to kiss the head again, but this time when she did so her braces were scraping the tip.

Her braces were so cute when he looked at her; but this is ridiculous. He instinctively and immediately pulled away and turned over on the sofa. He figured she was probably offended or realized what she had done. But he really did not care at this point. He actually was feeling pain over pretty much his entire cock. This was the one point where their "sleeping charade" did not pay off. If he was awake and she knew so, he could give her direction and tips. He could tell her what felt good, and what didn't. She would be better off; now and in the future whenever she was attempting this again. And obviously he would have been better off. Perhaps the "throbbing" he felt would've been good versus the throbbing pain that it was. 

He heard her walk away back down the hall. He felt guilty, but what more could he do? There was one more chance tomorrow morning. Perhaps he could show her then? He doubted it. That time was meant for her to "sleep". He thought no more of it and closed his eyes to get some real sleep.

Chapter 13 – Monday Morning Fun

Monday he awoke startled by the ringing. Where was he? What was going on? He finally put two and two together and realized he was on the sofa and it was his alarm clock was making so much noise. He quickly shut it off. The last few mornings he was awake before it ever went off. Last night he slept sound. Probably because of the busy day they had at Old Chicago. Also, because of the fact he was awoken in the middle of the night. The only bad thing was his time awake was not really worth it. 

But now he was once again excited. He stumbled down the hallway and turned directly into the bathroom. As he walked past the mirror he realized that he had taken his shirt off in the middle of the night. He paused in front of the mirror and looked at himself with only his black cotton shorts on. He looked pretty damn good he thought to himself. His working out for football really made him look stronger and impressive. He was going in the bedroom just like this.

After a quick stop in front of the toilet, he turned around, washed his hands, and walked out. The process of entering his room in the morning was now becoming a routine. As such, there was no hesitation as he opened the door and walked in. He was quiet, but he was deliberate. Likewise, he did not even stop briefly at the door. Instead, he walked straight to his bedside and overlooked her figure lying on the bed.

As he looked at her, he was slightly disappointed. She actually was covered by a blanket. Now what would he do? The premise has always been that he could approach her and touch her without any real effort. That way she could pretend she was sleeping. But as he thought further, he realized that everything they had been doing was done while they were both awake. The sleeping premise was simply so they did not have to talk or discuss this in any way. Based on that, he proceeded.

He grabbed the edge of his blanket that was lying on her neck just over her shoulders. He pulled it back with both hands and also pulled away towards the wall on the other side of the bed. As he did so, his left hand had to let go and he continued his task with only the right hand. He flipped the blanket back and away from him. He folded over onto her legs exposing her body from the mid thighs up. His confidence was now on daunting and he grabbed a blanket once again and pulled it down almost completely exposing her other than her feet. She did not wake up, at least not officially.

She was lying on her side originally facing him. She was slightly curled in a fetal position. But as he pulled the blanket back she rolled to her left and now was pretty much on her back laying flat with her entire body exposed and ready for whatever he felt like doing to her. 

Of particular interest this morning was her breasts. They were rather large especially for her age. And this morning they really looked amazing under her nightshirt. It was the same nightshirt from all the other encounters; but for some reason, he really felt an extra tingle as he looked at her mammaries. He imagined it was primarily because she wasn't wearing a bra. This was obvious because they were falling down towards her side and the nipples were protruding obviously through the light blue cotton material. This would be where he would start.

He gently moved forward and touched the material that highlighted her erect nipples. He softly stroked such a small area in hopes that he could perhaps make the nipples even harder. In his attempt, he began to slightly pinch them. This worked. He could tell they were even harder now. He continued to pinch and caress just her nipples for probably almost five minutes. For some reason, this morning he wanted to take his time. He also wanted to focus on her much more. Yesterday he ran out so quickly after satisfying himself. Even at this young age and with such inexperience, he still realized that it was his turn to provide more to her this time around. His attitude in favor of his partner's pleasure would always be similar throughout his future. This was the beginning of his sexual satisfaction through the satisfaction of the woman he was with.

After the time he spent caressing only her nipples, he began to then caress her breasts with the light blue cotton material between his hands and her flesh. Again, he did so very gently. He was simply stroking the material and moving it across her boobs. He did this for several minutes and then began to gently squeeze each of them. The flesh was so soft and easy to squeeze. As he squeezed further he also rubbed slightly with his palm. The pace of her breathing increased. He started to massage her breasts up and down in a rhythmic manner. Her breath quickly matched his motions. Her hips also matched his motions. He couldn't believe how excited she already was and he hadn't moved any further than her covered breasts. He began to start to take pride in what he could do to please her. This motion continued for a while but even then he had the foresight to realize that did not want satisfy her too quickly. He also was ready to move elsewhere. He removed his hands from her breasts. As he did so, her breathing stopped almost instantly and was followed by a very slight and almost inaudible moan of disappointment from her.

"Don't worry Sherry," He thought to himself, "there's more to come."

He then moved his hands down to her kneecaps. He grabbed them first, but quickly realized how awkward they felt that his hand and he moved his palms up. Now he was at the bottom of her thighs and it felt much better. He moved both hands up her right and left thigh and while he was doing so was pushing almost massaging the muscles. He then thought better of it and removed his hands. He put them back at the starting position at this time as he moved them up he did so gently. Now he was touching the bottom part of her thigh just the tips of his fingers and thumb. He paid close attention to make sure that all 10 tips for touching her flesh. He gently moved his hand up and around. He moved them to the outside of her thighs as he moved them further up. But then he moved them back down and switched direction to her inner thighs. As he started to move up on the inside, the fingertips could no longer keep contact so he switched to the back of his hand. He moved to the back of his hand up the inside of her legs but wanted that contact once again with his fingertips.

So now he only focused on the right leg that was closest to him. He took both hands and placed them on her inner right thigh once again down low just above the knee. He squeezed and massaged briefly and this time decided he would move downward. His hands moved over her kneecap and he started to stroke her right calf with his ten fingertips while the tips of his thumbs were on the outside of her leg. He gently moved his hand back and forth. His left hand continued on her calf as his right-hand moved toward her foot. He realized he did not want to grab her foot. That just did not seem appropriate. Instead, he used the back of his right hand to move slowly up her foot towards her toes and teased the flesh on the top of her foot. As he did so he watched his hand move and saw the red nail polish on the tips of her toes. She had been wearing tennis shoes throughout the weekend and he never looked at her feet during their morning encounters. As he saw her red nails for the first time it was definitely exciting. He continued to watch her feet as he moved his hands back upwards.

As he moved up his right hand switched over again and he continued touching both legs as he passed her knees and was now working on both thighs. He moved his hands up to the edge of her nightshirt and back down. He did this again. He did not fully understand why he was being so patient and methodical. Even more so, he really didn't fully understand how he was managing his excitement. But he stroked her from her knees to the tip of her nightshirt for a third time. All the while he was making sure to focus primarily on the inner part of her legs. 

On his fourth trip to her nightshirt he knew it was time to move on. He was curious what color her underwear was this time. He immediately made a conscious decision. Instead of moving his hand under her shirt and beginning his efforts, he wanted to see what he was doing. So in a confident manner just as he had done when he pulled the blanket down, he now grabbed her nightshirt and pulled it up just below her breasts. By doing so it was her bare belly that first came to his attention for a brief millisecond. But then he immediately noticed she was not wearing any underwear at all. He was now looking at her almost completely naked.




Early 80s Excitement



He realized the view was not complete. Without hesitation he reached down, grabbed her nightshirt and completed its journey as he pulled it up to its ultimate resting place on her neck. Now her breasts came out from hiding and added to her beauty. This obviously was the first time he'd ever really seen a naked woman in person. It was definitely better than anything he ever saw in the magazines stored in his suit case just behind his closet door. This was real. She was stunning. His eyes traced her outline. Her breasts and her hips formed the proverbial "hourglass" that was synonymous with a woman's figure. She lay there in full radiance and her figure reminded him of the classic paintings of the past. She was that beautiful! Just before he moved down to continue his exploration with his hands he saw her open her eyes. Instead of closing them quickly as in the past, she left them open and looked in his eyes for probably only seconds. Nevertheless, it seemed so much longer. As their eyes met he realized she was feeling the same way as him. These were such strong emotions for a young couple – a young couple who were parting within hours with most likely no way to continue on. Her eyes closed once again.

His eyes however moved over her body with purpose as he continued to admire her completely. She lay there with her eyes closed "sleeping" like an angel. She really was beautiful. This weekend had been amazing. He thought about their sexual encounters; but he also thought about the rest of their time together. He did not fully understand love, but as he looked at her he felt this had to be love. In his mind he felt he could not get enough of her. His eyes could not soak up her beauty fast enough or fully enough. If he were to take her in his arms and hold her tight it would not be tight enough. But he was going to try.

She was leaving in just a few hours and she lived eight hours away. This was his only chance. Being with her now was much more appealing than the risk of the awkwardness they may have later on. So with reckless abandon he decided to stop this game. He leaned over and laid his bare chest against hers as he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her ever so gently and that simple kiss said more than any words he could've possibly uttered. She kissed him back. He pulled briefly away from her lips and looked at her directly. Her eyes were now open and they looked at each other. She smiled slightly and he moved down to kiss her once again. This time with much more passion. This time it was real. He could feel her braces as he kissed her and it slightly limited the amount of pressure he could put forth. He wanted to kiss her so hard and so deep. He was squeezing her so tight in his arms right now. The feeling of her bare skin against his quite frankly was the best sensation he had ever felt in his life. He wanted more of it. As he continued to kiss her he slipped his tongue into her mouth and it quickly met hers. Being as young and inexperienced as they were their tongues rapidly hit each other in what could have been construed almost comical if anyone could see inside their mouths. It did not take either one of them long to realize that they needed to slow both their tongues and their overall pace.

They stopped kissing and they simply hugged each other tighter. He rested his head next to hers, and he turned to the left and kissed the nape of her neck. He then nibbled on her ear lobe and blew ever so slightly just above it. She quivered – no, she shook. Meanwhile, he pulled his right hand out from behind her and started to caress her left breast. This was all completely new to him; yet he seemed to know exactly what to do. It was all more natural and instinctive than he ever imagined. He had always wondered if he would know what to do when the time came. Now he was holding a beautiful naked girl in his arms and he wasn't nervous. He was confident. He was happy. Nevertheless, he was still young, excited, and let's face it – horny as hell.

Although she was completely naked, he still had his shorts on. He was now rubbing his covered crotch against her hip as he continued to fondle her breasts. He moved his lips back over as he kissed her cheek and once again kissed her deeply. After that one deep kiss there were several quick pecks and they smiled as they looked in each other's eyes. Neither one of them dared say a word for the same as their reasoning all weekend. But they didn't need to. And the best part was that at least now they were both "awake".

Even though he was gently rubbing himself against her hip it was very slow, and it was not very stimulating. He could probably have pushed harder and excited himself more; but again he was holding off and wanted to please her more this time around. So now he removed his right hand from her breast and slowly slid it down almost in a zigzag pattern moving downward from her belly to her side and back again until now he was at her navel. His hand hesitated for a second long enough for him to stop between kisses. He looked in her eyes as his hand then moved down and cupped her pussy fully within the entire Palm.

Inexperience was rampant at this point. Just as she had no idea how to handle his penis last night, his motions between her legs were awkward and all over the place. Thinking back he can remember all the various places and positions he was putting his hands. The only saving grace was that for the most part he was able to realize when something wasn't working. Also, it's very doubtful that he was ever making her uncomfortable and he certainly was never hurting her. But for the next minutes, which seemed like an eternity, he was fumbling around.

He tried to rub her with his fingers up top. He was spending a great deal of time on the outside. He was rubbing the hair of her pussy as he matted it completely to her skin. While doing so, he would touch her labia and clitoris every so often. Unfortunately, each of these times were either too brief or too hard and so he never got an appropriate response to continue. He then thought he would try to enter her. He was using his index finger and the angle was very difficult. The tip of his index finger parsed her lips and he did enter ever so slightly. But in doing so there was no contact with her flesh. Again, he realized it just was not working.

During this time, he was occasionally kissing her lips but was primarily spending his time kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. After the numerous amounts of trial and error the last thing he wanted to do was look in her eyes. He then decided to try his thumb. From that point on, he knew he was on the right track. This was not only the case with Sherry at that moment, but from that point on in all his future endeavors throughout his lifetime.

His right thumb entered her at an angle that was perfect. So much so he was able to push it all the way until the point where his thumb and wrist met. He then used that prominent bone to push upwards on the top of her crotch. He was able to figure this out because as he did so, she pushed directly into him confirming his every motion. He then started in and out. Each time out was simple; but when he entered her she would greet him that much harder. He also noticed she was much wetter. The sound of his thumb going in and out was now changing because of the moisture and dripping around his digit. He forced his hand against the top of her pubic bone and he realized the harder he pushed the more she "appreciated" it.

As he continued to push upwards into her he found he had to move his body down slightly to get the angle and the pressure in order to fully continue the pleasure he was giving her. This was no problem in his mind because now his face was prominently placed between both her breasts. He began to kiss and lick her cleavage and move his tongue from one nipple to the other. After several licks of each he took the right nipple in his mouth and started to suck hard. He could tell that this added to her excitement. He used his teeth slightly and nibbled on the tip. There was not much response so he tried to suck once again and she pushed her breast forward almost suffocating him in the process.

He had to pull away but he quickly moved to the left breast. His angle was more difficult, but his mouth was still able to fully envelope the areola and he suckled to her satisfaction. Down below their hips were moving at the same pace. Nevertheless, his erect cock was still within his shorts and he was not pushing very hard. He was fully stimulated and excited as can be. There was a wanting and an aching throughout his body. It was particularly strong below his penis and deep inside his balls. Later he would learn the term "blue balls". But at this point, he was still amazed and wanted to continue to explore her body. What was working? What wasn't?

The motion with his thumb continued and now it was starting to move it what could almost be called a frantic pace. Her breathing was more rapid and louder than at any time that weekend. Her ass was lifting completely off the bed each time his thumb entered her. His mouth had abandoned her breasts and now her upper body was strongly moving towards his. Their bare skin against each other was still an amazing feeling. He moved his lips back to hers. They kissed again deeply. As their mouths were fully intertwined he hugged her and held her as tight as he could with just his left hand behind her.

And then it happened. Brent would always remember the several minutes as clearly as he experienced them at that moment. The rapid strokes of his thumb were moving quickly until suddenly she let out a slight squeal and her hips stopped. It became so obvious as her entire body clenched and almost spoke as if to say stop. For the next 3 seconds she did not move a muscle or make a sound. Neither did he. His eyes were wide open; hers were now rolled back in her head. After those three dramatic seconds with no motion or sound, her body then revolted as it shook from head to toe. Of particular note were her hips. They moved from left to right, they moved back and forth, and they moved up and down – all together at once. At the same time, he could feel the muscles deep with insider squeezing his thumb, letting go, and then squeezing it once again. 

To this day, this is what Brent desires more than anything. His own orgasm is good; but to fully bring his partner to a mind blowing orgasm is better than anything else. And he was lucky enough to do so with his first partner ever. 

The spasms continued over the course of probably a minute. They decreased continuously during that time. And while she was out of control he continued to kiss her everywhere. He kissed her on the lips, he kissed her cheeks, kissed the nape of her neck and licked her ear lobes. He simply could not get enough of her. He wanted oh so much more. This need was so deep. It was not as much sexual as it was emotional. In order to satisfy his need to remove his thumb and wrapped his right arm around her. This gave him the ability to pull her so extremely close and squeeze her oh so tight. She collapsed in his arms and let out a relieved sigh. 

Her body fell flat on the bed. He and clasped his arms and started to roll back. Their chests were stuck together from the glistening sweat that had accumulated between the two of them. He propped himself up on his left elbow and looked directly at her. Just then she opened her eyes and he could tell that she was back. He almost spoke. Thankfully, he did not ruin the moment and instead they both remained silent as they looked into each other's eyes with satisfaction. 

Chapter 14 – It Abruptly Ends

After all several more minutes of bliss for both of them, reality then started to hit him. Luckily, it was dark and still very early. He looked at his alarm clock on the ledge above her head. It was only 5:50 AM. He had not even been in there an hour. It seemed like hours. He wanted to lay there for hours more. Unfortunately, the day would soon start, and Sherry would soon leave. He would most likely not see her for another year. Would they have to continue the charade and never even write? He made the right call at that moment and decided not to even ponder questions like that. Instead, he just laid there enjoying the moment. His balls still ached from the lack of attention but he would remedy that shortly. For now, he wanted to appreciate her beauty again. That couldn't happen.

He heard movement upstairs. He knew was time to leave and get back to the real world. Then to his horror he heard someone coming down the stairs. He would never make it to the bathroom in time much less the sofa. It took Sherry a moment to comprehend the situation until his eyes obviously gave it away. She now fully understood the dilemma at hand. They both were wise enough to remain completely quiet. And Brent knew how he was going to manage this.

Since he always went running most mornings, this would be his salvation. His shoes were on the floor by the closet. He opened his dresser drawer and grabbed a T-shirt. The drawer above that was quickly opened and he grabbed a pair of socks. Now came the tricky part. The bottom of his bedroom window was at about chest level. His low boy dresser was in front of it, as well as his record player that was on top of it. But, he was experienced on sneaking in and out of that window. Normally, he was in a hurry to get back in and prevent from being caught outside. This was the first time he was ever trying to rush out so he wasn't caught INSIDE his room! 

With his shirt and socks thrown on the dresser he reached down and grabbed his shoes. He quietly raised the window and knew how to remove the screen within seconds. Before he climbed up on the dresser he stopped for a second and turned to look at Sherry. 

Her eyes met his. And they each said the perfect thing to each other – by simply saying nothing. He's not sure who smiled first, but they both did smile. She then nodded her head slightly as if to say, "hurry up". This was not how he wanted to end this time together. But as he heard his mother holler his name from the family room he jumped up on the dresser and was out the window within seconds. He moved to the side to make sure he was out of view and he stopped behind the bushes to at least put on his shirt. While doing so, he heard Sherry shutting the window ever so quietly. 

Chapter 15 – Running and Reminiscing 

He decided it was best to put his shoes and socks on right there as well. It was a quick task. He was very nervous and so there was no delay. Once on, he was out from behind the Bush and jogging on the other side of the street in no time. He actually picked up the pace and sprinted past his neighbors' houses until he reached the corner. At that point he slowed back down to a jog as he turned right toward the high school where they had walked just two nights earlier.

As he ran now his thoughts overwhelmed him. Everything had been amazing. His world was now completely different. He had things that were completely foreign to him just three days earlier. There was no regret though. If anything, he thought that perhaps he should have actually done more. For a brief second this morning he had considered taking off his shorts and actually entering her with his erect penis. But he thought better of it, and now he was glad he hadn't. This moment was very special; but he simply wanted to save that. Guys aren't supposed to think that way; but he did.

As he jogged some more his thoughts of Sherry were relentless. But now he was thinking about all the times they had spent throughout the weekend doing other things. The walks, the amusement park, the time spent with her. He had a wonderful time. He loved spending each and every minute with her this weekend. He was so sad that it was about to end.

As he continued to jog, he did realize he had just one regret. He was happy to have focused all his time on her; but now he was in extreme pain. Within his scrotum there was a dull ache. It was the result of the excitement and fondling that he had experienced without an ultimate climax. He wanted to take care of it right then and there. Coincidentally, he was now jogging past the back doors where he had been with her three nights earlier.

As he gait took him past the back entrance he realized just how far set back the doors were. He also noted that the early morning sun and the evening sun worked in the same manner. The area was void of light almost exactly the same way it had been with her Friday. He took this opportunity and made a left turn towards the doors. He peeked inside to ensure that no one was there. It was obviously dark and empty at 6 AM on a Monday morning in the summer. His first thought now was the memory of his first wonderful sensation of the weekend. When she was breathing on his neck and knees held her baby powder perfume it had driven him crazy. He remembered her pushing up against him and his cock fucking these very same doors through his shorts. Brent pushed his hips up against the door on his own. He started to grind the shaft of his penis up the door with the material between the door and his Dick. He hoped like hell no one came by. In fact, he realized how ridiculous this must look. He also realized that he was so unbelievably horny that dry humping a door was not going to help him at this point. 

He stepped back and then used his left hand to drop the front of his shorts and let his hard cock out right there in the open. He continued to walk backwards away from the door as he started to jack off with his right hand. Now his thoughts once again returned to the sexual activities of this weekend. After several more steps and his bare butt was now touching the cold brick wall to the right. He did not care, he needed his balance to fully take care of the task at hand.

As his hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock it moved up and down rapidly. Instead of closing his eyes he wanted to watch his hand and dick in action together. He knew it would not take long. At his age he could finish the task within minutes at any time much less in the condition he was in now. Add the visual images he had dancing in his head and climax was just seconds away.

The tough part would be what would he think about at this moment? He reminisced back to yesterday morning when his shorts were off and he was easily able to push his cock against the mattress while watching her in all her glory and excitement. He pictured her yellow cotton underwear pushed deep inside her pussy. The image of her breasts under her light blue nightshirt in all honesty was more sexually appealing than her full nudity this morning. So his thoughts of yesterday morning continued but instead of "fucking" the bed he imagined himself standing above her at full attention. In his mind, He was going to hold his cock and blow his load all over her inner thighs and underwear covered crotch.

Just that final thought was enough to push him over the edge. His hand clenched tight along with his eyes. With the back of his eyelids as his movie screen, he could see her thighs and underwear as his semen spurted all over both of them. Curiosity however got the better of him and he opened his eyes bringing him back. In reality, his come spurted almost three feet and fell on the sidewalk in front of him. He habitually knew how to remain quiet during his sessions. Yet this time he actually let out a rather loud moan. Given the fact that he was within this alcove, the echo made it even louder. It was a very good thing it was such an early hour. And because of that, he really didn't care. He stroked several more times letting the second load follow the first as it went almost as far. It fell just inches shorter. The strokes continued through the third release. It had nowhere near the same amount of power; but still the same amount of fluid. Normally, he would be done by now. But this morning's continued excitement with no relief made him move his hand furiously even more. A fourth and fifth spurt came back to back going the same distance as the second shot. He had never done something like that. This was absolutely amazing. Finally, he felt as if he was done. From this point on it was all shaking and quivering as the remaining semen just oozed out of his warm, fully flushed yet still erect penis. At this point, he couldn't stand anymore. He literally sat down on the concrete with his back against the wall. His head drooped forward and the grip on his cock loosened but he still did not want to let go.




Early Afternoon



A friend asked me to write a story for her. This is it. She loved it.... Hope you guys do too. My first submission so please be gentle and use plenty of lube.....



I'm home from work babe, you meet me at the front door. You've missed me, wanted me, needed me all day. Our tongues battling before I've even shut the door. Your arms around me, hands pressed into my back just below my shoulder blades as my hands settle into the small of your back just above the curve of your butt. We stand there kissing for what feels like days but is only a few minutes. We move apart.

"Hey babe, you miss me?" I ask with a devilish grin.

"What do you think?" You reply as one hand squeezes the front of my pants. "Go have a shower, I'll get you a beer." So I head for the shower after another long toe curling kiss, shedding my clothes down the hallway.

The shower is nice and hot, burning the stress of a long day out of my muscles. You walk into our ensuite and sit my beer on the sink. You quickly remove what few clothes you're wearing and slip into our large shower with me. We kiss again, long and gentle. You grab the bodywash and start scrubbing my arms and chest with it. I lightly flip one of your nipples but you slap my hand away saying "Not yet."

You've finished with my chest and move onto my back, but once that's done I grab the body wash and loofah from you and start on your back. Slowly scrubbing and massaging from the tops of your thighs to the top of your shoulders, paying particular attention to your gorgeous, curvaceous butt. . I turn you around and start from your stomach and move to those beautiful G cup breasts, paying more attention than necessary to your now rock hard nipples than purely washing would need. The relaxed and content look on your face is beautiful to see. You sneak some bodywash into your hand and take a firm grasp on my slowly hardening cock and 'wash' it. The squeezing and stroking motions you apply have me hard in moments.

"Someone's happy to see me." You giggle.

"Always." I groan in reply as I take a handful of beautiful boob and gentle squeeze the whole thing, teasing you just as much as you're teasing me. We stop playing long enough to wash the last of the soap off before stepping out and drying each other off. Grabbing a hold of my cock again you lead me to our bed, I turn us around and push you so you sit back onto the edge and the motion carries your upper body over so you're laying down with your legs off the side.

I crawl up your body and we kiss again, after a few minutes I kiss my way down your neck and across both your collar bones, your hands stroking my shoulders, neck and into my hair. I slowly move down until I take a nipple into my mouth, gently, firmly, slowly, fast, I suck and nibble at them one after the other. I know how much you like that, especially when I pull them together and suckle them both at once. Eventually you need more and push me south. I pause at your belly button and make love to it with my tongue, I love how it makes you squirm and giggle. Moving on, I take a deep breath of your freshly showered and heady scent before running my tongue quickly from your rose to your button, you shiver and moan. A few more quick swipes over and through your petals and I focus my attention onto your clit, now out of hiding from behind its little hood. Using my lips, teeth and tongue to bring you closer and closer to a sweet release. Just as you get to the edge I let go of your clit and slip my tongue through your folds again, the edge has backed off but you're still near the peak. I go back to tongue lashing your clit and slip two fingers into your dripping, delicious pussy. Quickly locating that rough patch that marks your g spot they go to work, the knuckle of my ring finger caressing your tight pucker with every movement of my fingers in your sweet pussy. The combination of sensations proves too much when I straighten my ring finger and plunge it into your tight butt as far as the second knuckle. You cum. Your whole body tensing and flexing in a spastic rhythm. Your hands almost pull out my hair, your moans and cries, music to my ears. I don't let up on you though, I increase my efforts and your hands leave my hair, going to your breasts to pull, pinch and twist your nipples. You know you're going to cum again, even harder. I reach my free hand up to help you with your breasts but you catch it and drag my fingers into your mouth and suck them. You cum again, hard, juice splashing all over my face and arm. Moving off your tortured pussy, I move up and we kiss contentedly. 

Eventually you roll us over and push me onto my back before sliding off the bed, you get on your knees between my legs, grabbing my still half hard cock. You start stroking to get it hard again and suck my clean shaven balls. As soon as I'm hard you take my thick cock deep into your mouth and start sucking hard. You match the bob of your head on my cock with the stroking action of your hand. Your other hand continues to squeeze, tease and fondle my balls. You know I'm not keen on it but you even tease my bum with a fingertip. It's obvious I enjoy your ministrations, I've always been quite noisy. 

I push you off my cock before you make me cum and help you up onto the bed. Laying on your back I take your legs and push your knees up as far as you can flex while you reach down between us and guide my searching cock home. You're so wet that I slide easily into your oh so tight pussy. We both groan in satisfaction as I push all the way in to the hilt. Slowly I stroke in and out, trying to make it last. You cum again, your pussy clamps down on my cock. It's too much for me to take. I cum. The first massive blast pasting into your cervix and pushing you into yet another orgasm. The second and third blasts fill you and leak out around me. I slip back and the fourth shot leaves a trail all the way to your cleavage. I try to slip my cock back into your already flooded pussy but miss and bury it deep into your tight arse, to the hilt. Balls deep on the first try, you scream, a massive flood of our combined juices comes out of your pussy as you cum again. 

We collapse on the bed, both of us totally exhausted. Unfortunately we have to move, not only is the bed soaked, but the front door just slammed and there are feet running down the hallway. The kids are home from school........



Early Afternoon Off



She arrives home early from doing half a days work. She is so glad to be finally home and starting her weekend early; it feels so good to take half a Friday off and not return until Tuesday due to a Monday holiday. She opens the door to her apartment and sunshine greets her. She is on the 2nd floor and loves having the blinds open at all times. Her cat prances up to her meowing to say hello. She bends down to pet him and he purrs and that makes her all tingly inside. Throwing her purse and workbag down, she starts stripping on the way to the bedroom. She puts on her favorite gray spaghetti strap tank top and comfortable mini boxers grabbing her book to head to the kitchen. 

Placing her book on the island in the middle of the kitchen enjoying the fact that she finally gets to read her book on a peaceful quiet afternoon. She thinks she could be much more relaxed if she pours herself a glass of wine. As the glass of wine is poured she gets back to her book, enjoying how good it feels to be off in the middle of the afternoon. 

After drinking a few glasses and getting really into the book she hadn't realized her lover came home early as well. Without her complete knowledge he slipped in, took off his coat and was watching her in the kitchen as she read. He stood in the doorway behind her, studying how she looked in her tank top w/no bra, her mini boxers, her hair pulled up, the look on her face as she read and drank the wine. It turned him on just seeing her in her natural state, just relaxing, as she has no makeup or anything extra to add to her beauty. He enjoyed the look of her pecan brown skin as the sunlight shined on it. He imagined how soft it feels every time he touches her as if he is touching silk. He enjoys her smell even if she didn't wear perfume that day. Those small thoughts had him fully aroused. 

He crept up behind her, placed his hands on her hips and his lips on the nape of her neck. She gasped closing her eyes and enjoying the touch of her man. She pushed her body into his, begging with her body for him to kiss her again. 

She enjoyed the color contrast between the two of them. It turned her on immensely to see his huge ivory hands on her brown hips one of his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her even closer. Now standing on her tip toes her head is nestled on the side of his neck just below his jaw line, she brings her opposite arm up and rubs the back of his head as he kisses her neck and ear so softly. 

He takes his strong hands and ever so gently caresses her breasts and nipples and he instantly felt them harden between his fingertips. Gently biting her neck, as he knew that would really turn her on, he takes his other hand and slightly caresses the inside of her thigh finally cupping her pleasure triangle. She gasps and slightly opens her legs a little wider. He teases her and just glides a finger across where he knows her clit is. She moans and tries to resist being so eager. She finally places her hands on top of his and leads them back to her breast. Letting him feel underneath and on top bringing his hands to feel her hard nipples, she can't handle this anymore and he knew that. He turned her around and now as they face each other he cupped her ass and picked her up. His face inches away from hers and he toys with the idea of kissing her lips, getting just close enough where the barely touch. She goes towards him to kiss him but he just pulls back.

He brings her to the bed and lays her down. He crawls towards her soon being right on top of her, her legs wrapped around his waist. He gets close enough to her she can feel his heat but never touching bodies. Kissing her forehead and then her navel eventually kissing her right about her love slit making her back arch. He begins to kiss her inner thighs working his way to her ankles, her feet and then her toes. He throws her legs apart and dives for her face, kissing her passionately. 

Taking off her top and grabbing her large breast in his hands he starts sucking on her nipples because knowing how it turned on her on when he does that. Grinding his body into hers and rubbing her thighs, he flickers his tongue on her nipples driving her crazy so he finally slides down betwixt her legs makes his tongue wide and licks her clit. 

Feverishly covering it with his mouth and flicking his tongue on it making her gasp and shudder. Slowing down and making wide strokes licking to her rhythm and teasing her nipples with his hands. She thrust her hips towards his face until she begins to shudder. He drank every bit of her until she pushed his head away and darted for the headboard. 

She flipped him over and took out her fuzzy cuffs and handcuffed him to the headboard and she also took her fuzzy blindfold and blindfolded him as well. He was now at her mercy. She teased him with a feather over every inch of his body until his member stood directly at attention. She began to lick his nipples until she reached his love stick and wrapped her warm moist mouth around it gulping him down as far as she could sucking up. He let out a deep moan as his body tensed. Licking the underside of his member coming up taking the top end in her mouth sucking feverishly only to let go and engulf him again. He tried to buck but couldn't as his feet were tied down as well and he was securely in place. She teased him with her mouth until he couldn't stand it anymore. She rubbed her clit on his member getting it all wet, dropping her nipples in his mouth letting him suckle on them. She rose up and sat on him hard and fast pumping feverishly on his stiffen member. 

Lifting up and sitting on the backs of her legs right at his mouth he stuck out his tongue to taste his lover's juices and lick her clean. She got back on top of him moving very slowly this time. Riding just the very top and then all of the sudden going down very fast, he was breathing very heavy as she would tease him like this. She uncuffed him and whispered in his ear to have his way.

He threw her on her back and tied her hands above her head; kneeling in front of her she took all of him, sucking as if it were a bottle. He loved the way her tongue felt on the underside of him. When he pulled out it made a popping noise he loves to hear while she is giving him that special pleasure. Leaving her hands above her head he went inside her pleasure triangle and played with the opening just a bit just putting the very tip inside. She squirmed wanting to feel him completely but he wasn't having that just yet. Finally he dove right into her and she gasped keeping a steady rhythm of very slow just pulling it out till it almost comes completely out going back in very deep. Deep stroking her he teased her nipples. Just as she was about to explode he dove for her pleasure triangle and he licked her as she climaxed making her climax just that more intense. He reached up and untied her hands, flipped her over and began pounding her. She yelled out talking dirty to him and that turned him on even more. Just as he was about to pull out for a few more strokes she squeezed around him and when he pulled out he squirted his hot cum all over her nice apple ass. 

He sat back for a few minutes dazed. They got up and took a shower together only to return to the TV and relax after a good afternoon session. 



Early Arrival



I arrive home, bored to death at the work I should be doing, but not giving a care. I enter the door, hoping to surprise you. I move through the house, looking for you. It is then I hear those familiar sounds of your climax, that throaty groan of release. Uh-oh, I guess I have surprised at the worst (or best) moment alone. I sneak up to our bedroom door and drop my jaw at the sight.

You are lying on the bed, your eyes closed, your body responding to the touch of your best friend. She is bent forward between your legs, tongue making the same lapping noise I so love to make. She is moaning as your fingers scratch at her back. I look to the floor, a heap of clothes and shoes there. My mind races at the scene which must have produced them. Passionate female kissing, breasts rubbing against each other, your subservient attitude being displayed by pleasuring her first. Your movements around the room.

You have always been honest with me about your desire towards women as well. You know I have been both comfortable and uncomfortable with it. I could be weird about it, pressuring you into details of it, or wanting to join in. You know the type. But now I cannot tear myself away, just enjoying the sights and sounds of both your beautiful bodies in tune to each other. I had read that this situation was the seventh most favourite fantasies of guys. I stand silently, stroking myself through my pants. She brings you to orgasm again. I silently groan, always loving that sound you make as you cum. I sigh.

I guess I sighed to loudly. She looks up from you, over her shoulder at me. Damn, I think. I hang my head in shame, make a move to go. Next time I’ll remember to call before showing up. She laughs lightly. Smiling, she awakens you from your passion. We look at each other. She smiles at me, motioning me over. She knows that I belong in this bed, how much I am attached to you, how much we both lust for your body. She kisses you hard, touching your breasts as you respond. I strip quickly and join you in the bed.

She moves back to your cunt. Lapping it teasingly, with the perfect pressure. I think I’ll need to take lessons. I lie beside you, holding your face between my hands, bringing your lips to mine, kissing you long and deep. My hands roam your breasts. You are so tender already. She comes to your other side. Both our mouths and hands roam your body. You are the centre of all our attention. It continues to the point of sweet pain.

She and I sit up on either side of you. I admire her body, her beauty. Different then yours, erotic, yet not the object of my fullest desire as you are. But I am drawn to her. We lean over your body and lightly kiss. Our kiss grows harder, more passionate. You can see the tongues dance with each other. I can taste you on her. The taste of your lipstick, your perfume, your love juices. We wrap our arms around each other, enjoying these sensations. I had read that the number one fantasy of guys was to do it with their lover’s best friend. 

I weigh her breasts and feel her nipples. Different then yours... nice, but I like your better I think. Her hands stroke my cock, my balls. You touch yourself absentmindedly, partially jealous, partially excited. I return her touch, brushing her tender clit over and over. She moans, causing you to moan as well in sympathetic pleasure. 

You have drawn our attention again. My cock is so hard at this moment. Seeing your fingers so slick with yourself, I move between your legs. I thrust in you. She hugs me from behind, kissing my back as I begin to fuck you. Your moans and bouncing breasts are the sweetest sight for both of us. She moves beside you. Now it is her turn to kiss you, to play with our hair and breasts while I move back and forth inside you. Its so beautiful I can hardly contain my excitement.

I roll you over me. You smile, enjoying this feast of love. Riding me now. She moves over my face, still kissing you. My mouth drinks of her deeply. It is such a beautiful feeling, the thought of us all enjoying each others bodies, to care for each others pleasure in safety. 

We disengage. God I am still so hard. She whispers something in your ear. You nod. She moves over to me, pushing me backward. She straddles me just as you had done. Moving over me, I am inside her. Pushing hard against each other. She is so sweet, moves differently then you, feels differently. A different temperature, different response. Passionate, but not you.

Suddenly she emits a scream. You have snuck your head down to where she and I are joined. Your tongue striking out to touch her slit. Your hands on her breasts, returning the pleasure she gave you earlier. I run my hand through your hair, letting you know my desire for you. She comes, riding me hard, getting off on your touch.

She lifts herself off. You look surprised at me. I did not cum in her. You now know that I really mean to keep myself for you. You lower yourself on me. We roll on our sides, me fucking you deeply. She is tired, yet manages to touch herself watching us fuck. In and out, stroking you in my familiar way. She rolls behind you, reaching around, grabbing your breasts, slapping your ass with her pussy. I lean over, kissing her over your face while we fuck. It is too much. I cum hard, more then I have ever before. Jet after jet pulsing into you. It is ceaseless. 

I stay within you. Kissing you softly. She moves tighter behind you. I wrap my arms around you both. Our three tongues intertwining, competing, hands groping each other. Damn. Fantasies number one and seven I think. What the hell could possibly be #2-6?



Early Arrival



I arrive at his house, early. He told me if I did, to go in. I hesitate, though, and walk around outside for a bit. I feel a bit nervous to go in without him there. After nearly a half hour, however, I give up and decide at least I could go in and relax a little until he arrives. 

After finding the key where he said it would be, I open the door, then re-hide the key and slip inside. 

Smiling, looking around, I am glad I accepted the invitation, feeling his presence already. Remembering his words about helping myself to a drink, I wander to the kitchen, and open the refrigerator. A beer sounds fine. Reaching for one, I look for a kitchen towel to wrap over the cap so I can untwist it painlessly. I'm impressed, it's a good tasting beer, but then I knew it would be. Somehow I feel a bit naughty, being in his world in his absence. Still, I wander, and take in photographs, miscellaneous items left out in haste, or for display. I don't open anything, I just observe. Coming to his bedroom, I look in, inhaling his scent, lingering here in his space. Smiling, I can't resist the desire to lie on his bed, still unmade, seeing exactly where his body rested. We haven't yet been intimate, but the attraction to him is immense, and undeniable to me. 

Setting the beer on the nightstand on top of a cd case so it won't leave a ring, I slide onto the bed on my stomach, burying my face in his pillow. Inhaling deeply, endlessly, moaning with pleasure at what I find, laughing softly. The half beer I've already consumed seems to have raced straight to my head. Or perhaps it is the giddy pleasure of being in his bed. 

I imagine sleeping here...will it be tonight that he brings me here, or will we even make it that far? Or maybe I should have better control over my needs. I don't really care, right now, I'm in a blissful place, surrounded by his scent, knowing that he sleeps here. Perhaps....No, pushing aside that thought, but unable to completely banish the idea of him lying here, stroking his cock. I imagine then that he is here, making love to me, lying beside me. I hear his breathing quicken, his heartbeat intensify. 

My hand reaches behind me, into the waistband of my jeans, slipping down over my ass crack, sliding down further, fingertips over top of my hot opening. I let my middle fingertip circle there, rimming the lips surrounding the entrance, imagining you doing these things, here, in your bed. So turned on by the thought of you lying here, naked, sleeping, or awake...awake....making love to me. 

That thought elicits a deep groan as I slide a finger into my cunt and lift my ass, fucking motions against and with my hand, my breathing deep, ragged, desirous. 

The delightful mixture of his scent that fills my senses as I muffle my moans in his pillow further inflames me, my movements increase in speed; I imagine his hands on me, that thought alone...and his whispers. I start to cum, the cries of passion loud, intense, muffled by his pillow, sure, but I'm glad I'm alone. Practically sobbing with pleasure, I let my body relax, my hand still cupping my mound, easing my weight to the bed, my head turned to the side, eyes closed, a smile gracing my lips. I sigh, languorously, and lie there a while, reaching for the beer slowly to quench my thirst, drinking several swallows, then setting it back on the nightstand. 

I hear a soft sound, more like a rustling, and I look back towards the door. 

He is standing there, leaning against the door jamb, a beer in his hand, a smile at his lips. Our gazes meet, and I feel the deep blush spread over my face, the shock race through already overloaded nerves. I sit up, on my knees, and look down at my lap, fumbling for anything to say, wishing I could just make a break for the door. How could I have done such a stupid thing? 

"Zack...I'm...." And then he is at my side, sitting next to me on the bed, a hand on my shoulder. 

A soft chuckle, a stroking squeeze of my shoulder, soothing voice reassuring me, "Don't worry about it...I...should have made my presence known earlier. But you looked so beautiful...I had to stop myself from getting in with you." 

I am speechless, and turn to him, throwing my arms around him. "I didn't mean to...it's just....being here..in your bed...I'm sorry." 

He laughs again, but warmly, pulling me close, kissing me firmly, leaving little doubt about the needless apologies I attempt. Instead of feeling sorry, I find myself gasping for air, heart leaping through my chest, moving beneath him without a doubt knowing I have to have him, soon...now. 

His kiss is intense, like him, his eyes already gave me these clues, my mouth yields to his, exactly as the rest of my body needs to yield to his. His hands now entwined in my hair, they transmit electricity to me, which seems to reach some deepest center of me and then rebound, intensifying, speeding back, absorbed, reflected by him, and poured back through and over me. 

Drowning in it, but impossible, for it is not a liquid; more a thick atmosphere. It glitters and shimmers about us, every breath, every motion sends rippling shockwaves through it. I'd believe it was the beer getting to me, but I know better. I've never felt this way before. 

My hands rise to cup his face, to draw him closer, to convey my hunger for him. I raise my body beneath him, invitingly, the firm pressure of his against mine ignites that certainty that causes the juices to trickle within me, knowing that nothing now will keep me from having his cock in me, from feeling him cum in me, in his firm embrace, his breaths coming hard and fast. 

His hands now move to push my shirt open, deftly unbuttoning it, hands sliding over my breasts, his thumbs pass over my nipples, I gasp even with his mouth over mine. We're both in a rush, my hands fumble now with the sudden raging wildfire of need at his pants, opening them, pushing them down. I open my eyes to find his burning into mine, blue lasers direct from his soul. He wants to take his time, but can't, not now. My eyelids lower softly, a gentle blink of acknowledgment, as if I could slow my own lust. 

Just how did he get my pants off and down so quickly? I spread my legs, wrapping them around his torso, knowing he feels the blazing heat of my sex even through my panties, through his shirt, which I now pull off of him, throwing it aside as he removes my bra, exposing my nipples to his fingers, they roll each, and cup my breasts with gentle but firm squeezes. 

He dips his head now to my neck, left gasping by the kiss, I blink suddenly, trying to catch up to the headlong rush of desire. He nibbles there, kisses, nuzzles and sighs, moans, the heat of his breath, the sound of his low, beautiful voice brings me to an arching, seeking lifting breasts to his mouth. 

He pauses, then dips his mouth to suckle first one then the other, eliciting soft cries of delight from parted lips. I feel his hand next, through the thin, damp cotton of my panties, his heat could it be possible seems to outburn mine, feed it, increase it. Orgasm claims me from the coolness of the room to the icy heat of its ocean, swells of pleasure rise through me, his hand firmly squeezing, lips and tongue working my nipples, seem to suck the heat through me from my cunt, my breathing suspends, caught, my heartbeat quivers then becomes the center of a starburst explosion, I distantly hear my urgent cries. 

My hands, fingers clutch at his shoulders, squeezing into his flesh as if to maintain my grasp on this world, but I know better. For he is as transitory as I am just now, an existence ethereal, defined by this moment. 

I feel his cock enter me, then, he having pushed aside my panties to achieve entry, the spreading heat pushing into me even as it contracts wetly. I gasp and cry out as it stretches me open, fills me, my muscles clench at him, drawing him in with ferocious need. He plunges into me to the hilt, the hesitation there, is it imagined, or does it truly exist, as the world stops spinning, every thing around us suspends and bursts with life, and its joys. I gasp inward to fill the glowing void with his aura, his essence, the very atmosphere around him. I throw my head back, pressing my shoulders to the bed, completely taken by release, my legs lifted, grasping him, drawing him harder, closer to me, feeling his own release as it erupts within me, setting off shockwaves of orgasm with every pulsing explosion of his cum. It is a struggle of life and death, somehow that vital, that intense, that mysterious. I grasp his shoulders, his arms and tears leak from squeezed shut eyes, which next open unto a bright mystery into which I've arrived at his urging. I know I don't belong here, but am filled with that joyous glee of something precious, something illicit...an amazing place, where I feel perfect, where I see perfection, where love is all that exists, it is the air I breathe, the fabric of this place. And yet I am in his arms, my eyes looking into his, feeling somewhat dimmed, but seeing also the reflection within his that shows me I am anything but dim: radiant with life.

He lies on me, carefully, seems he is afraid to let his weight rest fully on me, and I pull him against me, it seems nothing, rather I love the way it presses our flesh together, his head at my shoulder, near my ear, panting breaths, happy sighs and moans, loving soft sounds, his voice is like a velvety liquid I can bathe myself in, inside and out. Our skin sticky-slick with well-earned moisture.

We drowse this way, smiles and sated sighs passing the minutes until we can fulfill a promise, a lingering lovemaking desired by both, yet unable to be fulfilled until this intense, primal need was quenched. I suppose I knew, all along, that this was how I wanted this time with him to be. The rest will happen anyway...the conversation, the times spent together, sharing, experiencing life. 

I smile past him in the dimness of the room, to the brightness of our future.



Early Arrival



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I hesitate outside the door to your hotel room, knowing that I am early for our dinner date. I am certain that I have arrived far too early for you to consider it accidental, and it occurs to me that my assumption of welcome is forward to the point of rashness. It has been weeks since we saw each other last, and that encounter was satisfying beyond my imaginings. I think that we are both here for the same reasons, but is it foolish of me to act on that assumption? Though we have been more relaxed with each other and have talked extensively on the phone and online since that weekend, there is no guarantee that this, our second meeting, will be a repeat performance of the previous one. In fact--and something my abdomen flutters and then plummets--it is probably unlikely. 

I push this sudden doubt aside and knock on the door. Life is about taking risks, and at worst, I decide, you will leave me standing outside the door feeling foolish. But you do not. You open the door, your expression one of pleased surprise, and after a moment, embrace me. You smell warm and male and the irrepressible voluptuary in me tingles with pleasure. It is obvious that you are not dressed for dinner yet, and seeing as I am wearing the social armour that business dress tends to be, I know that you are probably uncomfortable. You confirm this by stating the obvious, that I am early. 

"Yes, well, I thought I would surprise you," I say, leaving unspoken the thought that I was hoping for 'happy hour' before dinner. I figure that if you only knew what I had on under my dress, you would have it off me in moments. I smile to myself, doing a Kegel flex that sets the little golden balls inside me to rocking. The movement makes me tingle again, and my nipples harden.

In short order the awkwardness between us has faded and the warmth and pleasure in each other's company that we felt last time we met comes to the fore, nearly concealing the building sexual tension. We converse for 10 or 15 minutes, during which I cannot help but wonder which of us is going to make the first overture. I am surprised by my disappointment when you break the tension by excusing yourself, stating that you really must shower.

When you walk away I feel a bit strange because it is as though some part of me follows you, some tendril of my attention is linked to you and my minds-eye is flooded with images and sensations. Something tells me you are masturbating in the shower. I cannot help myself, I go stand by the bathroom door. I listen to the sounds coming from the bathroom, and I am rewarded with the sound of you moaning. My nipples tighten and my unconscious contractions set the ben wa balls into motion again. Rock rock rock. I unfasten my dress and step out of it, so I am clothed only in bra and panties. My movements cause the weights in the hollow golden balls to rock even more. It is languidly sensual, this subtle movement, and I know they will cause me to orgasm quite by surprise, if I leave them in.

I test the knob to the bathroom door and then hesitate. I want to watch you. I want to see how you touch yourself, I want to know how you bring yourself the most pleasure, so I can duplicate it as closely as I can. But I'm not sure its appropriate to invade your privacy. Masturbation is such an intimate, deeply personal thing. I knock on the door and slowly open it to find you standing in the shower, as expected, your eyes-wide. You are pink all over and I am not certain if it is due to the heat of the shower or the embarassment at being 'caught' masturbating. What I know of you makes me believe it is the latter, which I think is adorable. I try not to smile, lest you think I am enjoying your discomfort. Instead, I look meaningfully at your erection and ask you to please continue. 

You close your eyes and slide your hand back down. You begin to stroke yourself and I watch your technique. Every man enjoys a different type of stimulation. There are commonalities, I have observed, including the marked differences between how cut and uncut men handle themselves. You make full use of your foreskin, I note with approval. I observe the tightening of your fingers around the swelling girth, the staggered strokes, the way your breathing changes. It is all very educational, and deeply erotic. My breasts seem to swell, and my pubic lips are suddenly slick with moisture. I find myself sorely tempted to soap up my hands so I can use my fingers to stimulate the little opening between your buttocks while sliding the fingers of my other hand into my pussy, but I don't want to distract you from the orgasm that you are pursuing so single-mindedly. Besides, I remind myself, based on the way your legs trembled last time I had my fingers inside you, I don't think you would be able to stand.

So instead, I resolve to be a good girl, and I watch your act of self-love, keeping my hands well away from both our bodies. But I know I won't be able to if you continue for much longer, so I begin whispering to you, whispering words of encouragement and entreaty. You open your eyes and they are so dark with sexual desire that for a moment I think your pupils have dilated completely. For a few breaths you stare at me and then you close your eyes again, diving over the edge of pleasure to splash into an orgasm that that literally rocks you on your feet. 

When you open your eyes I see that you are still dazzled with pleasure. I want you to know how much I enjoyed what you did for me, what you allowed me to watch, and so I pull you out of the water by your arm. I kiss you as passionately as I know how, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth, the fingers of one hand curled in the hair at the back of your neck, the other digging into your shoulder. I take your left hand and tuck it into my panties, curling your fingers into the wetness that waits there, so eager to be explored. Your fingers graze my clit on the slide down and I am so sensitized that it causes me to jump. I ease off on the kiss and move my mouth to your ear.

"Deeper, please," I breathe, then graze the lobe of your ear with my teeth before giving it a good suck.

You comply by leaning down a bit and twisting your fingers into me. I moan and open my legs wider so you can slide your fingers deeper and faster. The motion rocks both of us, until a deeper lunge by you dislodges one of the ben wa balls and it falls onto your fingers. You freeze. I watch your face and the expressions of alarm and then perplexity and then curiosity that flit across it.

"What is this?" you ask, and seizing upon the ball, you pull it out of me. You hold the golden ball up between us, in the palm of your hand. It is perhaps 1/2 inch in diameter, and it looks small in the palm of your hand. You move your hand a bit and notice the hollowness, and the weight inside that creates the illusion of motion.

"A ben wa ball," I state matter of factly. "I was hoping to introduce you to the wonders of sharing space inside me with two of them."

The expression on your face is priceless, and your penis bounds, recovering rather nicely from your recent orgasm.

I turn away from you, heading out of the bathroom. I look over my shoulder to see you still standing there, the golden ball in the palm of you hand and your sex fully hard again.

"Don't you want to put it back inside me?" I ask. Not waiting for an answer, I stride toward the bed. 



Early Arrival



I knocked several times. No answer. Susie had said she might still be at the store if I arrived early, but I knew where the key was hidden. "Go on ahead and let yourself in," she had said. "There's a couple of beers in the fridge. I'll be picking up more at the store, so help yourself if I'm not back yet." The key was right where it was supposed to be, taped to the bottom of one of the decorative rocks in the planter beside the door. I unlocked the door, then replaced the key and returned the rock to where I'd found it.

The TV was playing loudly in the bedroom even though she wasn't there, but that wasn't unusual. Susie always left it on when she went out for short periods of time. "Burglars are less likely to try to get in if they think someone's here," she had told me one time when I asked her about it. Actually, it makes sense, but I'm not one of those people who can leave the house with the TV on and nobody to watch it. Just one of my many eccentricities, I guess.

I got a beer and wandered into the front room. The beer tasted great after the ride over with the top down on the Boxster. The sun and wind had left me feeling really thirsty. The noise from the TV started to get to me as I stood staring out at the manicured golf course fairway beyond the sliding doors leading to the little patio. "Cripes that's annoying," I thought. "Now that I'm here, there's no reason to have to put up with that racket." I set the beer on the table and walked down the short hallway to the bedroom.

As I reached to push back the partially open door, I saw movement on the bed. I froze with my hand hovering over the door handle. Susie's pale right leg, bent at the knee, was moving slightly in rhythm with the music coming from the TV. I leaned to my left to see if I could catch a glimpse of whatever it was she was watching. On the TV on the dresser opposite the door, a man built like a Greek god was pumping his cock into his matching Greek goddess in time to the slow beat of a very erotically sensual song. My entire body flushed with heat. I knew that my ears -- indeed, my entire head -- had to be beet red as I realized Susie must be masturbating while she watched a porno video. 

Susie and I had been friends for years, but we'd never been intimate. We'd never even thought of each other in that way. Finding her masturbating made me want to turn and sneak quietly back out of her apartment to spare both of us the agonizing embarrassment if she found out I'd watched her pleasuring herself.

But my curiosity, as well as my rapidly swelling cock, stopped me. With my heart thundering in my ears, I very slowly pushed the door the tiniest bit farther open until I could see that her face was turned away from me towards the TV, her entire attention on the video. She was panting, obviously working towards an orgasm as her fingers massaged her clit and stroked the sensitive areas in and around her pussy. 

Like a yawn in a crowd of tired people, I was swept into the emotion of the moment and had my already throbbing cock out of my pants in a matter of moments. I watched her hands as they worked at her pussy, strayed from time to time to her breasts and nipples, then back to attack her clit aggressively. She was whimpering now with her need to come. My hand pumped more and more strongly as I raced her to a climax.

Her breath caught and she groaned as her hips twitched at the moment of orgasm. My own orgasm came as she exhaled, her hips dropping back to the bed while her fingers still moved slowly inside her. I caught the come in my free hand, then backed as quietly as I could away from the bedroom door. I washed my come down the kitchen sink and dried both my hand and my cock with a couple of paper towels.

"Now what?" I wondered. I had no choice. I had to pretend I'd just arrived. I crept over to the front door and made a great show of opening it as if from the outside, then closed it noisily and called out, "Hey, Susie. You home?"

The TV clicked off and there was a rustling of bedclothes as she jumped off the bed. "I'll be out in a minute," she called. "You're here even earlier than you thought you'd be."

"Yeah," I called back. "Traffic was really light. Okay if I have a beer?"

"Whatever you want," she replied.

"Whatever I want?" I called.

She didn't answer. After a minute or two she emerged from the hallway dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. Her pale skin was beet red from top to toe. I looked her up and down. "You sunburned?" I asked.

She couldn't look me in the eye. "No. I just woke up from a nap."

I smiled. "You must have been tired, huh? Feeling better now?"

She blushed even more deeply, but managed to look me in the eye. "Much better." There was the hint of embarrassed naughtiness in the look. 

"Nothing gets rid of tension like a good, ah, nap," I declared. 

I watched her eyes while I set my beer bottle down as if carelessly onto the crotch of my Levis and let my hand slide deliberately down from the neck to the base of the bottle. Her eyes flicked briefly to where it ended up, then back to my eyes. At that moment, she knew that I knew what she had been doing, but neither of us would ever admit it to the other.

The sexual tension for the rest of the visit was so thick you would have needed a chain saw to cut it, but neither of us acted on it, then or later, though God knows I would have jumped at the chance. 

When I got home that night, I oiled up my cock and settled down to masturbate slowly and luxuriously as my mind ran over and into all the secret places on and in Susie's body. In my memory, Susie once again touched and pleasured her secret places as I watched and, once again, I came just after she did, only this time I let my come spurt up and over my stomach and chest, then continued to rub the now supersensitive head until I couldn't stand it anymore. 

She'd probably be mortified to know I actually watched her masturbating that day, but maybe -- just maybe -- it'd turn her on to know the number of times I've jacked-off to the memory of that erotic interlude. Even now I can clearly see her fingers in my mind as they disappeared into the soft folds of her crotch, and my cock still responds almost as strongly as it did when it happened.

I keep thinking that one day I'll write it all down and send it to her, but that'd be awkward because we're still great friends and I wouldn't want to do anything to threaten that friendship.

Still, I can't help wondering if her body would be as much fun for me as it was for her.



Early Arrival



The car entered the driveway slowly and when the door closed, it only clicked. He wanted to surprise her. 

Their phone call ended an hour ago. She ended it abruptly telling him she needed more time to get ready and that it'd take her at least another hour, provided she did not get interrupted again. Then her phone rang again into a call lasting half an hour. It was important, but still left her far behind on her preparations for this special date.

Bathed, perfumed and make up in place, she was still sorting through her closet looking for just the right outfit. Focused yet flighty thinking about what to wear, she sat on the edge of the bed and wriggled into her nearly black silk stockings. She liked the way they felt against her freshly shaven legs. She reflected about the thick lather and the sharp blades of that vibrating razor. The waistband of her stockings was now at the top of her thighs. Pulling up a little further, her thumbs hit on her pussy and she could feel the wetness begin. 

With a glance at the clock, she thought to herself that she had at least another half an hour before he was to arrive. With that in mind, she lay back on the bed enjoying the cool comforter against her bare back. She lifted one foot to the bed using it to bump her ass into the air and slide the stockings back off as far as her knees. While arched up, she stayed in that position until the gentle breeze across her bare pussy stopped. Her hand immediately found its way to the wetness. 

As she eased into the pleasure of feeling herself, she thought she heard something across the apartment. It was brushed off to the breeze pushing through a window. She lifted her head to peek around just in case. She saw nothing, nobody and heard no other sounds. She resumed her fondling and petting. Slight mumbling and moaning kept her fantasy of him alive. It brought her back to hearing the same sounds and it brought her closer and closer.

And then a click.

She lifted her head one more time and heard nothing else. Resuming once again, she was determined to make it happen. That orgasm needed to be there soon. He was going to be picking her up any time now and she had to release that intense feeling twinkling through her pussy lips before he got there. Being in his presence was only going to bring it back, and she figured if she released it now, she'd start fresh and more mildly when he arrived. 

That click was the door behind him as he slowly let the doorknob turn and latch behind him. Shoes were left at the front door and he snuck in. He listened to her moaning. An uneasy feeling came upon him thinking she was not alone. He tip-toed into the adjacent room, hoping to see her. First, a stockinged foot, toes curled. Then the leg up to her knee, noticing the other foot tucked under her bent knee. Eyes following up that leg to her bent knee, bent out towards the wall. Looking up to her inner thigh, he could hardly see any of her pussy with her hand in the way. He breathed in deep and heavy. And he slid his stocking feet across the wood floor so she wouldn't hear him.

He watched as her fingertips shifted and swayed all around her garden. One finger then two and then three and tapping and pinching and wow -- he was amazed at all he was observing. He stood tall at the foot of the bed and waited for her to sense his presence. She lifted her head off the pillow in an ecstatic abdominal crunch and her eyes slit open just enough to notice his shadow standing over her. 

Too far into her mission and too far beyond breaking out of this fantasy, she closed her eyes, smiled and dropped her head back into the fluffy pillow. Her legs parted further as an invitation to him. With the feel of his hand on her inner knee, she said in a labored whisper "you're early". 

He ran his hand up along her leg, zig-zagging back and forth across her leg with the most soft, sensual touch. She moaned louder. He squeezed her tender shivering flesh and pushed his hand far up her leg. A pinky touched on her finger when it began sliding into her hole. Both fingers inserted, he gasped when she did and he took his finger back. On the way, he grabbed her stockings and slowly peeled them off her smooth legs.

Rather than tossing them aside, he stretched them from toe to toe. The gleam in his eye meant he was up to something. She continued her business of fingering herself as he began his business of tying one leg of the stockings to her ankle/knee connection and the other leg to the frame of the bed. She could not get free. 

She heard the jingle of his belt buckle as it was opened quickly and was set to fall to the sides of his zipper. Then was the sound of the zipper clicking every tooth in anticipation of setting that eager hard cock loose to tempt her wet and overly stimulated hot pussy. Without touching her, he leaned forward and with his practiced tongue, licked her once. The sound that escaped her was a gasping, shrieking sigh of extreme pleasure. She pushed her ass into the bed to try squelching the intense feeling he just sent careening through her nerve endings. When the heat of his moist breath pushed on her lips again, she raised herself to meet him in anticipation, almost eagerness. Instead of a tongue this time, he pursed his lips and pressed them to her clit. 

She had maintained a system of making herself feel so good in that man's absence that he knew when she'd have it exposed. His hands were able to pay attention to his own satisfaction while his mouth suckled on her hard hot clit. Flicking gently, she swirled her hips in rhythm to his actions. Within seconds, his chin was glistening. She parted her legs best she could while being tethered in place. It put her pussy on better display for him to access. The next feel she got was his long strong tongue probing her. At first she thought it was his finger, and soon enough was convinced by the flicking and the added wetness that it was his tongue pushing into her like a penis. When he had it in her as far as he could get it, his sucking started again. 

And it ended in an instant.

She whimpered when it stopped. The feeling was intense, more intense than she could have done to herself, and she wanted more of it. He knew. He leaned into her again and gave her one more teasing lap of his tongue then stopped before reaching her clit and before the lip-sucking went any further....there was more in his mind for her than that...



Early Arrival



I arrived at her doorstep earlier than expected. On the walkway up to the house, I was met by a cool breeze of salty sea air from the Pacific Ocean mixed with the smell of smoke from barbecued chicken cooking somewhere in the back of the house. My mouth may have been watering for some of that tasty meat on the spit, but I was hungry for something else. When she appeared at the door, she smiled and her eyes widened while she shook with an all too familiar shudder. As she reached out to greet me, I saw goose bumps on her arms and was pretty sure it wasn't from the breeze.

I said nothing, but stared into her shining eyes as her smile wavered between half way past joy to all the way beyond animal craving for flesh. You know that kind look that says I've just soaked my panties because of you. I walked in, dropped my bag in the hall, and kicked the door shut behind me.

In one step, she was in my arms and my mouth met hers for the first time. I felt her breasts against my chest. My hands slid down her back and I squeezed her sweet ass. I pulled off her white cotton blouse and when a button caught I ripped it off. Her skirt was pulled down followed by silk panties to her ankles, and I said not one word. She was naked before me...looking at me eye to eye.

I dropped her to the floor and unzipped my pants. No rituals, no foreplay, just animal lust. She was a little dry when I thrust inside of her and it may have hurt. I didn't say sorry. I could not control my appetite. She opened her eyes and we stared at each other while I used her.

It was the most conventional of positions, me on top of her with her legs spread. I didn't ask if it felt good, if she was comfortable, or wanted to change positions. I wasn't there to ask permission or perform foreplay. She was mine. She didn't fake her moaning or feign orgasm. She held my gaze with her beautiful glimmering eyes looking deep into my soul. She had me.

I felt her wet juicy pussy grabbing and holding my cock. I grabbed her hair hard, as I came close to my quickening. I felt and heard her ragged breath while biting her neck, lower lip, and nipples. There were no preliminaries, no wining and dining, no caresses, no dirty talk or sophisticated sex toys, just me deep inside of her. I never asked her if she was enjoying it...I never gave it any thought...I was man as nature had intended.

As my pace quickened and was looking into her shimmering eyes, I found myself outside of my very being. We were in another universe and I possessed Her - the Goddess! She was the Lady, the Great Mother, and the Sacred Whore. We were in the most sacred pose created at the early dawn of human conception.

I felt her nails ripping my back slicing through thick skin. I thrust harder. She screamed and moaned. Her hips and pelvis rising each time I slammed into her. 

I didn't moan, grit my teeth, I yelled at the top of my lungs as I exploded and thrust my seed inside of her. I did just as the first man had done while fucking the very first woman so long ago. Finally, I collapsed on top of her body as she received my essence...holding and gripping each other. I could feel her back arch and her wet juicy pussy ripple as she planted my seed deep into her womb. She bit her lip and closed her sweet eyes unconscious to the universe. She worshiping my cock, my body, my seed. She stroked my hair and smiled up at me. My heart pounding against hers as I rolled over onto my side. My body still clothed except for my soaking wet cock protruding from my unzipped pants.

She said "Good evening Jack".

I looked over at her and said "Hi lil miss" and smiled. 



Early Bird



As with most Friday mornings, I had made an early start in order to finish up the week's work and enjoy a worry-free weekend. Arriving in my office a few minutes before 7 a.m., I began taking advantage of the quite time to concentrate on a few pressing matters. Just as I was deep in thought, I heard what sounded very much like a young girl's half-timid and half-joyous giggling.

The how and why a teenage girl would be in our suite of offices before the start of business caused me to investigate. As the sound continued I tracked it to an associate's office. I carefully and quietly opened the door to find no one present but a computer screen glowing and the sounds coming from the system's speakers.

Looking at the screen closely, I saw a genuine surprise. There in the frame of Windows Media Player was an innocent, sexy and very cute teenage girl nude on her bed using a small vibrator on herself. The giggling must have been coming from a friend holding the camera. It was at this moment that I became aware of my cock hardening and I felt the soft and silky material of the black lace panties that I was wearing under my conservative pin-striped suit. 

I began wearing panties many years earlier at the prompting of a girl friend who gave me several pair claiming that it excited her to know that her masculine man was wearing pink panties under his clothing. After wearing them and learning the exquisite and unmatched feeling of satin and silk against the head of my cock, I made it a semi-regular practice to include them in my wardrobe.

Being at least one and a half to two hours before the occupant of this office usually arrives, I felt safe in pushing the lock button on the door knob, sitting in the desk chair, and stroking my cock through my Frederick's panties. I began pinching my nipples and doing everything I could to prolong my pleasure, without stroking my cock directly, while I watched this young girl slide the dildo in and out of her pussy while pinching her own nipples all to the sounds of encouragement from her camera-girl friend.

By this time, my trousers were down around my ankles and the front of my panties were soaked with pre-cum. The show on the computer continued with the cutie on the screen getting on all fours with her ass sticking up towards the camera. She then slid the small dildo into her ass and the hand of her friend reached from behind the camera to begin moving it in and out, eliciting much louder screams from the young hottie.

Just as I was lost in the sensual moment, a key quickly entered the lock and the door to the office opened. Standing in the doorway looking at me with my pants around my ankles and black lacy panties soaked with pre-cum, was my associate Anne, in whose office I was sitting. 

Being embarrassed and in a state of shock, I didn't quite understand why Anne looked more fearful than did I. It was after an awkward moment that froze us both, that Anne said "Oh no, you found it. I'm so embarrassed!"

"You're embarrassed?," I asked as I pulled by jacket over my lap trying to hide my lacy secret, "What about me?"

A gorgeous and curious smile broke over Anne's face as she reached behind her to close and lock her office door. Then Anne stepped towards me very quickly, grabbed my jacket and pulled it away before I could react.

"I knew there was something unique about you, Jack," she said as she ran her long red nails across my panty covered bulging cock. 

"I came in early to reboot my machine, as I forgot to close the programs I had open when working last night, so no one would find out about my little secret. And, what do I find but man's-man Jack wearing a pair of ladies panties while masturbating in my chair," she said.

"One secret for another secret." I said as I pulled Anne's lovely petite body down toward me and, with one hand behind her head, guided her 27 year old full red lips toward mine for a wet, lustful kiss.

Anne was now sitting on my lap in her tight short skirt and blouse with my cock pressing strongly against her fine ass that was the object of desire for all the men in the office.

We continued kissing with our tongues battling each other and our hands running through the other's hair. As I moved across her cheek and towards her obviously sensitive neck and ear,I whispered, "So you like to watch little teenage girls get off, huh?" 

All I heard in return was a breathy "yeah" while she was kicking off her shoes and moaning as I licked her neck behind her ear and held her tightly in my lap. As I continued, I unbuttoned her blouse to expose her firm mid-sized breasts covered in an ivory colored, lace topped front clasping bra.

I began to squeeze her breasts while licking her neck while her moans grew more pronounced and her ass began grinding hard against my panty covered cock. And, just as I lightly pinched her hard nipple and grazed her neck with my teeth, Anne let go with a body shaking orgasm that didn't subside for some time.

After relaxing limply in my arms from her unexpected early-morning orgasm, Anne stood up directly in front of me, smiled and said, "Jack, I know you and every guy in this place have wanted to fuck me since I moved to this office. What I want you to understand is that, even though I'm petite and very feminine, I have to be in charge."

Standing with her little stocking covered feet on the cold chair mat this gorgeous, petite brunette of 27 years of age asked me a question I never thought I would hear outside of my deepest fantasies. While running one hand over her sexy bra covered tit and the other over my panty covered cock, Anne looked me in the eye and asked me, "Jack, will you be my boy-girl and let me fuck you anytime I want, submitting to my direction and desires?"

I was stunned at the question and was about to answer in the affirmative when Anne interrupted and, while squeezing my cock quite hard, said, "I don't mean just now so you can get into my pussy. I mean from now on, day and night, living with me and following my rules in private."

Thinking I had nothing to lose, I replied "Sure Anne, I'd do anything for you as long as it is enjoyable for us both."

She smiled, rested her grip on my cock and said, "Well, let's start right now and find out how much you like it. Get up, face my desk, bend over and spread your feet apart." she commanded with more authority than I knew she could muster.

I complied immediately and was delighted when I realized my deepest fantasy was about to come true as Anne pulled from a locked drawer in her credenza a strap-on dildo. She removed her skirt, her thigh-high stockings and put the dildo on over a pair of ivory lace panties which matched her sexy bra.

While she did this she told me, "Since middle school I've known that to find true sexual joy, I have to feel the power of inserting myself into my lover. I've fucked a few guys but most were happy to stick their cocks up my ass, which I enjoyed, but were too afraid to let me do the same to them," she continued. 

"What jerks they all were, so afraid that it will make them gay or something. So, in college I began to enjoy sex with several other girls in my dorm. Most of them were more than happy to have my cock up their pussies and asses," she said. 

"Now, I find out that you like the idea of being a little girl under your clothes with those sexy panties. Tell me Jack, have you fantasized about having a cock up your little ass?" she asked.

My only reply was the truth, "Yes. I've often stroke my cock with a small dildo stuck up my ass." 

"Good," she said, "You're going to enjoy this."

And with that she began using all of the natural lube in my panties from my masturbating to lube up my sensitive asshole. "Anne, please fuck me." I said as her hand moved around inside my panties transferring my slick love liquid to my boy-girl pussy. 

Anne then pulled my panties down to just below my ass and began to slide her smooth strap-on cock up and down my ass crack putting an increasing amount of pressure on my entrance with each pass. 

"Please Anne, fuck me like your little girl slave," I begged as she began to push against my asshole. 

"Yeah, I'm going to fuck your little boy pussy with my cock and make you mine," she said as she entered my surrendering asshole.

As she sank all the way into me I felt her smooth legs against mine. As she leaned forward, her silky bra was rubbing against my back with her firm nipples pushing into my skin. It felt wonderful, better than I ever thought it could feel. I told her that what she was doing to me was indescribable. 

She just reached around and began to tickle my nipples with a touch so feminine and different than the hard touch I used on myself. Now, it was Anne's mouth on the back of my neck and near my ear. Her tongue running around behind my ear sent shivers down my body and she began to pump her cock in and out of my ass.

As I moaned with new found pleasure, Anne began whispering in my ear "I'm fucking you Jack, I'm fucking your ass while you wear a pair of black girlie panties. You're my little girl now, Jack. I'm going to teach you what it's like to be a pretty girl with your pussy full of hard cock," she whispered as she fucked me faster. 

At this moment, I began to realize just what was happening. Here I was bent over a desk wearing black panties while a petite beauty ten years my junior was fucking my ass with a strap-on dildo. This mental visual, along with all of the stimulation I was getting in my ass, was enough to produce a result in me never before possible.

I shot my cum all over the top of the desk without anyone touching my cock. At this visible evidence of my orgasm, Anne stuck her hot and wet tongue in my ear and shoved her cock as hard as she could into my ass. The feeling was incredible and unmatched by any previous experience.

Anne pulled the dildo out my ass quickly, pushed me back into the chair and knelt before me taking my now flaccid cock in her mouth and sucking every last bit of cum from inside. And, as my cock head was ultra-sensitive, my hips were pushing up and out of the chair with each pass of her tongue. 

Standing and smiling at me, with her strap-on cock hanging from her front, Anne looked at me, then leaned forward and kissed me deeply. 

"Maybe tonight, if you're a good little girl, you'll get to see under this bra and panty," she declared with a wistful smile and wink of her eye. 

I just sat silently as she removed the dildo, slid back into her stockings and skirt and buttoned her blouse. It was now a quarter after 8 a.m. and we could hear a few office staff members walking about in the outer room. Anne reached into the same drawer from which she had brought the dildo and brought out a pair of emerald green panties. 

"Put them on and leave me those deliciously wet panties you came in with," she said. 

I pulled my black panties off and slid into the dry, emerald green panties she so generously supplied. They fit perfectly. I pulled up my trousers, tucked in my shirt, pulled on my jacket and walked towards the door. Just before reaching the door, I turned to Anne and looked deeply into her green eyes and said, "Anne, I really meant what I said. I'm yours, just tell me what to do and help me to please you." 

She reached around me and hugged me close, pressing her face into my chest. Then, looking up into my eyes she said, "Jack, I love you. Thank you for accepting me the way I am."

As I left I thought that it was I who should be extending the thanks for the acceptance. Oh well, there's always tonight.



Early Birthday



Long day, and I was ready to be home. Parked the car in the garage and got out, loosening my tie.

"I'm home."

"Good! Can you come here, I need some help."

"Already starting," I jokingly asked. "Haven't been home more than five minutes!"

She laughed as I got a drink and headed toward the sound of her voice. Walked in the room and stopped dead in my tracks. And rightfully so. She was standing by the bed, arm against one of the posts. Naked and looking luscious, well, naked except for the small red ribbon tied in a bow around her neck. I arched my eyebrow at her.

"Happy Birthday!"

"That's not til next week."

"I know, but I figured I would surprise you a little early. Besides, are you turning your gift down," she teasingly asked.

"You know damn well I'm not," I snorted.

She walked toward me and put her arms around me, molding her body to me. "This is your night, just sit back and relax." Who was I to argue with that?

Her arms went around me and I encircled her with mine. Lips meeting, kissing softly at first, then with more urgency. She pulled away a little and started to undo my shirt while we kissed. Her hands pulling my shirt open and then moving to undo my pants as I caressed her shoulders and back.

Pulling away a little bit, she chuckled, "Well, well, well...excited already?" The little minx winked at me as she got down on her knees while she pulled my pants down. Her cheek rubbing up against my underwear, now a light tighter because of her actions. 

Her lips and tongue circled my growing erection through the fabric. Eyes following her every move as she traced my cock with her tongue, here eyes meeting mine. Enjoying her enjoying her actions. Her hand traced up my thigh and gently tugged on my waistband, freeing me and her other hand captured my hard cock, stroking it gently. I sat down on the bed, watching my girl take the tip of my cock in her mouth and lick it slowly and softly. 

Her tongue traced up and down my shaft as I moaned, her other hand cupping my balls and lightly massaging them, then taking them one by one in her mouth. I couldn't help it, I moaned at the sensation. Her mouth going back to my cock, taking it slowly, inch by inch, into her wet, warm mouth. Feeling incredible as she started to suck gently, then harder, my hips thrusting a little as she took me deeper. Closing my eyes at the pleasure, just soaking in the attention. 

Her hand gripped the bottom of my shaft, tightening a little as she started to go as deep as she could, knowing how much I like that. Feeling the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, I looked down at her and grinned, meeting her eyes. She pushed down as far as she could and held it there, her eyes starting to water a little, then backing up for a breath.

"Oh, God girl, that feels incredible," I moaned. She winked in reply, then stood up, straddling my legs as she sat in my lap. Her lips met mine as we kissed hard, almost bruising our lips on each other, our tongues intertwining. My hands on her hips, pulling her closer, trapping my cock between us, moving my hands up to cup her breasts, thumbs on her nipples, rubbing them. Her hands going to my cock, stroking it somehow in the tight confines.

Without warning, she stood up and turned around, then sat back in my lap. Grabbing my cock as she slowly sat, guiding me in. Both of us gasping as I entered her. Her tightness, her warmth enveloping me. Hands on her hips as she snuggled back into my body, my cock filling her up. Her head resting on my shoulders as I kissed her neck, both of us moaning at the feeling, just staying like that for a minute. My hand reached around and found her clit piercing, starting to play with it as I thrust up into her, other hand going to her neck, surrounding it, holding her there while she moved her hips.

Both of us enjoying, lost in the moment, not knowing or caring how long we were like that. Her hands on mine as we rocked like that, my cock buried in her tight pussy, almost bottoming out. Inarticulate cries from each of us as we brought each other closer to cumming. Fingers dancing on her clit, rubbing as my cock slid in and out of her. Her hands tightening on mine as she got closer, my thrusts going harder and faster as I grew closer too. Lips on her shoulder, kissing and biting. 

"yesssssss, now, oh, fuck, yes, nowwwwww............."

"oh god yes just like that, yesssssss..........."

Her pussy spasmed and gushed as she tightened her grip on my arms, her head going back and almost screaming as she came. My hands pulling her down as far as possible as I came deep inside her. Both of us moaning as we exploded, time just stopping as the bright lights danced across my vision. Spent, I slumped back on the bed, taking her with me, neither of us moving for a minute. Speechless.

She slowly started to get up, my cock sliding out of her. Turning around, her hand surrounded my wet, half hard cock and she knelt, licking it clean, finishing by taking it all the way back in her mouth. 

"Sorry, love, but if you want me hard again, you're going to have to wait at least a couple of minutes," I said as I winked at her.

"That's ok," she said, sliding back on the bed to snuggle close. "We've got all night. I want to make sure you enjoy all of your present."

"Oh, I plan to," pulling her closer as we kissed.



Early Birthday Present



THIS IS A TRUE STORY. THE NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THOSE INVOLVED.

*

My wife and I have been swingers now for about 1 year. We started, like many couples do, by talking about our fantasies and then stepping out of our comfort zones to achieve them. They started pretty small and then have worked up to where we are today.

Let me start by telling you about my wife. She is a firecracker at 4'11" and 106 lbs. She has large c breasts with the most suckable nipples along with a size 1 body. Just flat out hot. Her pussy is heaven with large lips and clit that is just made for sucking. Needless to say, I'm very oral and love to eat pussy whenever and wherever I can. I'm average height and weight, maybe better than average in the face but my tongue is my best feature. After 15 years of marriage, Casey my wife and I are enjoying our best sex together ever. Its no coincidence that we are swingers. What most people don't understand is that its not all about the sex, it heightens everything about your relationship especially the communication. Not all people are cut out for it though. Jealousy is not acceptable, but let me get off my soap box,

We were invited by a couple that we met at our first Meet and Greet. We have seen them on multiple occasions, and been to their house a few times for get togethers, but nothing compared to this party. It was one of those parties that non-swingers, or vanilla couples as we call them, can only dream about; 8 couples hot and horny with no drama.

The night started out slow with some drinking and mingling. Casey and I only knew 3 of the other couples besides the hosts. The women were hot and everyone was friendly. Once the booze started taking effect, especially on Casey, things became a lot more friendly. 

Casey called me into the bathroom to chat while she was peeing, and I convinced her to leave her shorts off and go out in her thong. Needless to say, she started the ball(s) rolling. The next thing I know, Casey is on the counter top starting the body shots. Of course with us being friendly, it wasn't long before people were taking turns sucking on her nipples and kissing her. 

I love to watch my wife with other people and was starting to become aroused. Her time was up soon enough and another woman named Tony took her place. Tony was quite attractive, 5'7" blondish brown hair, green eyes and an seductive smile. I had seen pictures of her before from our swingers website and was very curious about the long suckable nipples that I had seen. 

Well, it wasn't long before those nipples came into view and I knew I had to have one. I slid over to the countertop, bent over her and took one in my mouth. Long, firm and delicious. I continued to suck and lick on her nipple. She began to get very vocal and very turned on. Within a few minutes of attention while on the counter top, Tony could not take anymore. She sat up and said," Ok, I need you and you right now." Tony had pointed to me and to a hot blonde friend of ours, Kelly.

Kelly, her husband Joe, Casey and I had seen each other before in social settings but had never been intimate. I was very intrigued by the proceeding possibilities, to say the least. Kelly is about the same size as Tony height wise, but thinner at about 115lbs with beautiful breasts and a firm toned body. Very sexy. Casey and I had talked about getting naked with Kelly on more than one occasion. 

Tony looked at Kelly and I and said, "does everyone have a condom?" The answer from Kelly and I was a definite yes. Tony grabbed both of us by the hand and led us out of the kitchen and down the hall to the nearest bedroom. The room, lucky as we were, yes I was feeling really lucky, had no furniture and only a comforter on the floor.

Clothes began to fly. There was no sweetness, no tender undressing of each other, nothing but a race to see who could undressed first. Tony was the first undressed as all she had to remove was a denim skirt and a fancy tank top, no panties , nothing else. 

Tony moved toward me and we began a hot, animalistic kiss. Our hands roamed over each other for the first time. Her skin was soft and warm. I pushed her to her knees and we continued our hot kiss. Kelly joined us for a hungry 3 way kiss. I couldn't take any more, I had to taste some pussy. I didn't care which one it was going to be. I pushed Tony to her back and once again attacked her nipples. They were harder than before and felt incredible in my mouth. Kelly began rubbing her pussy from the other side of her body. 

Tony asked me if I had ever had a squirter before. I told her no. she said, "you're in for a treat then." Kelly then says" hey I'm a squirter too!" Now I had heard of women squirting and had seen pics, but had never seen one upclose and personal. And yes, I was in for a treat.

Kelly continued to rub Tony's clit and had now began to finger pussy. Tony again became very vocal and soon had her first orgasm of the night. Kelly sqealed as Tony's pussy shot its first load of juice into Kelly's hand. I knew I had to see this for myself. 

I moved down to her pussy and Kelly and I switched places. I had my first taste of Tony. Her pussy was soaking wet from her first squirting orgasm compliments of Kelly's talented fingers. I didn't know what to expect after a woman had squirted, but it didn't have any taste at all. So I dipped my tongue deeper into her pussy to really taste her and was rewarded with a sweet nectar. After teasing her for awhile and Tony increasing her vocal display, I moved up to attack her clit. I pulled the hood back and took her clit between my lips and began to suck and swirl around it with my tongue. Tony shot into the stratosphere and began to scream like I was killing her. Her body instantly began to shake uncontrollably and I experienced my first squirt.

Remember when you were a kid and you drank out of the hose on a hot summer day? This was like I was waiting for it to come on and my friend turned it on from around the side of the house. The fluid shot down my throat like it was coming from that garden hose. Tasteless and hot. Followed by a slower flood of regular pussy nectar. I was still in shock from the squirt when Tony yells," get him up here, I have to fuck him now!" 

Kelly was nice enough to hand me a condom already out of the package. I rolled it down my raging hard cock and climbed in between Tony's legs. I pushed her bent knees up to her tits, my favorite position, and entered her pussy for the first time. 

Holy shit it felt good. Now you vanillas that are not allowed to have strange pussy, you just don't know what you are missing. Knowing that you are not cheating on your wife because she is off doing what she wants and you will both tell each other all about it later, I am the luckiest man in the world. I would never advocate cheating on your spouse. That is never a good thing. But, strange pussy is really good. It will never be as good as my wife's, I really do believe that her pussy was made for my cock.

With a decent buzz on from a few cocktails, and the thrill of being able to perform for 2 hot women, my attitude changed and I became a fucking machine. There was no emotions to have that deep down satisfying feeling, it was just raw sex. I fucked Tony for all I was worth. Fast and slow, she loved it all. She seemed to have an orgasm every 2 minutes or so. She made me feel like I was in a porno. After hour it seemed, I was out of breath and needed to slow down. She and Kelly were kissing deeply and I pulled my cock out for a brief rest. 

Kelly moved Tony onto her hands and knees and slid under her. Tony's upturned ass looked to inviting and I moved into the space between her outspread legs and slid my still rock hard cock into her sloppy pussy. I began fucking her with a steady rhythm. I felt something warm and wet slide over my balls and realized that Kelly was licking my cock, balls and Tony's pussy from her position. Oh my god did it feel good. I didn't want to think about it too much, so I grabbed Tony's hips and began fucking her for all I was worth again. This seemed to go for another 10-15 minutes before Tony just couldn't cum anymore and I was out of breath again. 

I still was not close to cumming, Kelly handed me a bottle of water, removed my condom and took my cock into her mouth. I sat on the comforter, trying to avoid the huge wet spots from the squirting Tony, while Kelly expertly sucked my cock. Her mouth was so warm and soft. She added just the right amount of pressure, it was like my wife had taught her how to suck my cock, and it was pushing me toward the edge.

I didn't want to cum in her mouth and I still had not fucked her yet. I pushed Kelly onto her back and Tony was reading my mind as she moved over to slip a fresh condom onto my cock. I pushed Kelly's knees to her large breasts and began to fuck her as I had Tony, remember, it is my favorite position.

Tony was telling me to fuck her hard, fuck her hard. Kelly was also really vocal and began to scream as she reached her first orgasm quickly. As she yelled," oh fuck yea, ffffuuuuucccckkkkkk mmmmeeeee. Kkeeeeeeepp fffuuukkking mmmeeee." In the low light entering the blinds, I could see my cock pounding into her pussy and then it happened. She began to squirt. Oh my god, it was like a drinking fountain shooting up toward my stomach. It coated my groin, cock, balls and my lower abdominal area. I felt like a stud, my ego was soaring. I kept fucking her until she squirted twice more. We were all out of breath as Tony had been finger fucking herself as she encouraged the 2 of us to fuck harder. I still had not cum as I was having so much fun watching these women cum, it wasn't really important that I hadn't cum yet.

The 3 of us grabbed our bottles of water and tried to quench our thirst. What a work out. I had just done 5000 crunches and was physically tired. My mind was not quite satisfied though. Eating pussy is my favorite as I had said earlier, and I had not eaten Kelly's pussy yet.

I searched the comforter for a dry spot and when I had found one, I pushed Kelly onto her back and moved down to her bald pussy. I began my assault on her pussy like I was dying of thirst. The water had done nothing to quench it. It wasn't long before Kelly squirted in my mouth in quick bursts. Unlike Tony, Kelly's squirt had a faint taste and I was happy as a pig at the trough. I continued to suck her clit and she came again. She was cumming at my will. My mouth was getting tired. I moved up to Kelly's mouth and gave her a big wet kiss with her own pussy juice in my mouth.

As I continued to play with Kelly's pussy, voices outside the door were now apparent to me. The door opened and our hostess and my wife stuck their heads in the room to see what was going on. My beautiful wife asked me if I was having fun. I told her definitely, did she want to join us. She told me that she needed to sit down for awhile as she had just had fun with a really fat cock of another of the party goers. She did reach down and play with Kelly's hard nipples and then down to her slippery pussy. She drew some of Kelly's juices up to her mouth and told me that she needed to have some of that soon too. What a woman. God I love her.

All of us left the room and headed for the kitchen. I then looked at the clock, we had been in the room for almost 2 hours and it was now my birthday. I smiled to myself as I thought about the awesome present I had received by first my beautiful wife, that we can experience such a great night and be closer than ever as we relayed our stories to each other as we left, and then by 2 incredibly hot women who had basically raped me. Ok, I was a willing participant, but now I cant wait for my wife's birthday.



Early Cat: A Brief Autobiography



The Early Cat: A Brief Autobiography

I admit it, I'm a tomboy, always have been. I never played with dolls, I hated wearing dresses as a kid, and I didn't like playing with other girls my age. I grew up with three brothers, the two older ones are twins, and the third is barely a year younger than me. Between my brothers and their friends, there were always boys around the house, and never any girls, other than me and my mom. The twins, James and John, slept in one room with two single beds, and my younger brother Danny and I slept in the other bedroom, which had bunk beds. The four of us shared one bathroom, with a walk-in shower, a toilet, and two sinks.

Needless to say, there was little or no privacy, but it was okay because my parents were liberal, open-minded, non-religious, free thinking adults. They were pretty cool actually. They talked openly about sex with us, but they would not tolerate illegal drug use. When we asked them questions about any subject, they gave honest, straightforward answers. They emphasized education, pushed us to get good grades in school, encouraged participation in sports and clubs, and did not attempt to steer us toward traditional male/female roles. Hence, my younger brother is now an RN, and I'm an engineer. The twins became doctors, one's OB/GYN and the other's a plastic surgeon. 

My parents were not nudists or anything, but they did not have any hang-ups about their bodies, and usually did not attempt to cover up or conceal themselves if one of us walked in on them while they were dressing or bathing. My mom even occasionally sunbathed topless in the back yard or at the beach. As a result, my brothers and I acted the same way around each other. 

The twins had one more year of undergraduate classes before they went off to medical school. I had just completed my first year of college and, since the university we all attended was only 20 minutes from the house, all of us continued to live at home. Danny had just graduated from high school, and, at 18 years old, was still trying to figure out what to do with his life. We still slept in the same room, in the same beds, as when we were kids.

Like I said before, I rarely hung out with other girls. My brothers' friends treated me like one of the boys, and I learned how to play rough, cuss like a sailor, and not cry when I got hurt. It made me tough, which helped me out tremendously later in life. Unfortunately, it has also scared off a few potential boyfriends.

The boys didn't really start to notice my female physical attributes, primarily the fact I had breasts and no penis, until I was in college. I was a late bloomer and through most of high school I was only a 32B, a bit smaller than my current 36D's. I never wore a bra and, even now, I only wear one on rare occasions. Fortunately I am small, 5'4" and anywhere from 116 to 120 lbs, even to this day. Small breasts didn't look too bad on me. In school I had a pleasant face, clear complexion, an athletic body, and I wore my long blond hair in a ponytail all the time. A couple of my brothers' friends occasionally flirted with me, but none ever pursued it any further.

It was during my first year in college that my hormones must have kicked into high gear, because my breasts all of a sudden got bigger, my hips lost their boyish look and got a little wider, and my pubic hair changed from wispy and barely noticeable to a denser patch of finely textured strands. The summer between my first and second years of college was spent working at a local bakery/coffee shop near the beach, and I was starting to make some good tips. I thought it was my charming personality and good service but found out through a friend my cleavage was my moneymaker. It finally dawned on me my best tips came from guys, and it didn't hurt to "accidentally" leave a couple of buttons undone on the front of my waitress uniform.

When I wasn't working, I was either at the beach or at home reading or exercising on our universal gym in the garage, or out jogging. Summers in Melbourne (FL) are a bit warm, so I usually wore very little clothing, a jog bra or my brother's muscle shirt, and short shorts or bikini bottoms. Jimmy and Johnny were always working out on the weights, and usually a couple of their steroid-monster friends were with them. 

I was working out on the universal one morning when the twins came in to the garage with two of their friends, Hector and Damian. I was wearing a loose tank top, about two sizes too big, and tight fitting stretch shorts. And of course, no bra.

"Hey Tinkerbell, we need to use the machine," Jimmy said. The twins gave cute nicknames to everybody. I love my anal orifice brothers.

"Yeah, c'mon, when are you gonna be done?" asked Johnny.

"When I'm good and ready," was my reply.

"I think you're good and ready now." Jimmy said. He then grabbed my leg and tried to pull me off the bench. So I kicked him in the chest with my other foot, and he stumbled backwards, coughing. It took him a few seconds to get his wind back. 

"You little shit!" he said, then came back at me. Damian, who is a good-looking black dude, built like a professional linebacker, grabbed Jimmy by the arm.

"Hey man, let the little sister work out. There's room for everyone."

Now I know Damian has always been attracted to me, because he flirts with me a lot. But he never asked me out. I was never sure if it was the race thing or not, but I have always regretted not asking him out myself, I thought he was gorgeous! Because of the shirt I was wearing, my tits were clearly visible through the arm holes, and Damian was staring right at them. In fact, so was Hector, who was standing on the other side of me.

Hector was a different story. He was also built like a football player, and was pretty good-looking, but he gave me the creeps. He always looked at me like he was mentally raping me, after stripping me naked and tying me spread-eagle to the four corners of a dirty bed in a cheap motel room, with ten of his creepy friends standing behind him, waiting their turn. I didn't like Hector.

What actually caught my attention, after my karate kick to Jimmy's chest, was the fact I also caught Johnny staring at my boobs. We had all seen each other naked over the years, but there was something about the way he was looking at me this time. Kind of like the way Hector was looking at me. My own brother! That really creeped me out.

Then I noticed both Hector and Johnny were sporting huge bulges in the front of their shorts. Hector noticed that I noticed, and he just got this evil grin on his face. Damian had a pretty good sized package showing too, but I don't think he had a hard-on like Hector and Johnny, I think Damian was just extremely well endowed and looked that way all the time. 

I had had enough, so I got up from the bench, and walked back into the house. I was fairly confident four sets of eyes followed my tight little butt all the way in. Once inside, I went up to my bedroom, and found Danny laying on his bed, playing with his video games. I told Danny I was going to take a ride to the beach, and asked if he wanted to join me.

"Sure, why not?" he said.

So I pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my big boobs, then squirmed out of my tight shorts. I found my 2 piece bathing suit in a drawer, and put it on. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Danny standing naked in front of his dresser. Before he pulled his bathing suit on, I saw his dick bobbing out in front. It was a nice medium size, his balls looked a little bigger than average, and I'd swear he had boner that was in the process of deflating. Did all three brothers become horn dogs overnight or what? Danny finished dressing and walked out toward the bathroom.

When he came back into the bedroom, he looked at me and said, "Uh Cat, isn't that suit a little too small for you?"

He was right of course. It was a small string bikini to begin with, but I bought it when I was still a 32B. The bottoms were okay, but my 36D's were barely covered; in fact, the only things covered were my nipples. My only other suit was in the dirty clothes hamper, so I said, "Maybe I better wait until I buy another bathing suit. Want to go with me this weekend? I'm off Sunday."

Danny said, "Sure, I need some things too."

Before I could change again, Danny said, "Wait, let me take a picture of you, so we can compare before and after shots."

I said, "Before and after shots of what?"

"New suit verses old suit," he said.

So I said why not, and struck up a pose for him. Danny quickly grabbed his Polaroid camera, and started snapping some shots. I gave him front, back, and side views. I bent over, showing lots of cleavage, using my upper arms to push my boobs together, giving them even more depth. I put my hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers, and thrust my chest out. During all this movement and repositioning, the strings holding my top had come loose and now one of my nipples was exposed. Danny managed to shoot several more pictures before I had a chance to cover up. 

"Okay, that's enough," I said. I'm going to go read my book. I took my bikini top off but left the bottoms on, pulled on a bare midriff tank top, and went downstairs to read. The camera flashed a couple more times while I was briefly topless; Danny stayed in his room, sorting through his new cache of photos. Before I left, I noticed Danny had some serious wood in his bathing suit. I also noticed some tingling in my nether regions. I was horny from the impromptu photo shoot. I brushed my fingers along the front of my bikini bottoms and realized they were damp. Sheesh! Right then, I knew I needed a boyfriend!

The next day, I came home from an early morning run, and was already perspiring heavily. I was wearing my usual running attire, a jog bra, which was becoming way too small for my newly enlarged boobs, and little nylon running shorts. My intention was to take a shower, put some clean clothes on, and sit in the a/c and read my book until it was time to go to work. 

Inside the bathroom, I removed my sweat-soaked clothing, stepped into the shower stall, and took a nice cool shower. While I was soaping up, I saw through the clear glass enclosure my brother Danny came in to the bathroom. With four people sharing one bathroom, this was a typical occurrence in our house, so I didn't give it a second thought. At one point I thought I saw Danny just standing in front of the glass staring in at me, but then I figured he must be looking at something else. I heard him peeing for what sounded like a full minute, then he was gone. I finished my shower, towel dried, and walked naked into the bedroom Danny and I shared, holding the towel in front of me. Again, this was not an unusual occurrence in our house.

Danny was sitting on the lower bunk bed, reading a magazine. Ignoring him, I dropped my towel on a chair, and while standing there completely naked, I began rummaging through my dresser drawers looking for a pair of shorts and a tank top to put on. I had the oddest feeling I was being watched and after slipping on the shorts, I spun around and caught Danny staring at my butt.

Standing there with my arms crossed underneath my bare breasts, I said "What are you staring at twerp?"

Danny quickly looked back down at his magazine and mumbled "Nothing."

"Nothing, my ass," I said, "which is exactly what you were looking at." 

Looking back up from his magazine, staring directly at my tits, Danny blurted "No I wasn't!"

Suddenly realizing I'm having this conversation topless, I pulled the tank top on over my head, sliding it down over my boobs. Then I asked him, "All right, what's going on with you? You're acting weird lately." It was then I noticed Danny had another magazine inside the magazine he appeared to be reading. So I walked over and grabbed both out of his hands.

"Hey! Give it back!"

Danny had a Playboy hidden inside the Sports Illustrated he pretended to be reading. "So what's this? Why are you reading this?" Immediately after the words left my mouth I realized only a woman would ask a dumb question like that.

Danny said, "I like looking at naked women, so what? What guy doesn't?"

Handing just the sports magazine back to him, I said "Is that why you were staring at my butt, then my tits? Were you staring at me in the shower too?"

"Well, maybe a little. But I couldn't help it, you're boobs got so big all of a sudden."

"That's no reason to stand there staring and drooling. I'm your sister for chrissake, that's gross!"

Danny said "Well you happen to be nice to look at and any normal guy would have done the same."

"Oh no you don't" I said. "You're not going to pass this off as flattery for your big sister. There's something else going on, what is it? Tell me or this magazine will find its way into mom and dad's hands."

"Okay, I'm having some trouble with dating, that's all. The magazine is for temporary use only."

"Why are you having trouble with dating?" I said.

"I don't know. I guess girls don't find me interesting or attractive. I can't seem to get a second date."

Danny, unlike his brothers, is built like me. He's slender and a little on the shorter side. He's got a cute face, and pretty eyes, and I would think the girls in his class would find him attractive. But our older brothers are built like football players, tall and husky, like our dad. They pick on Danny a lot, make fun of his size, tell him he's a girly man. It never occurred to me before how mean and hurtful that is, and how bad Danny must feel when they do that. I have always had a soft spot in my heart for the underdog, the nerds and geeks of the world, and something in me wants to hold them and protect them and take care of them. I didn't realize at the time how this motherly instinct would follow me throughout my life. I would apparently find myself attracted to geeks and nerds and underdogs several more times in my life. 

Getting back to my younger brother, I said "Okay, what seems to be the problem? Why won't girls go on second dates with you?"

"I don't know. If I knew that, I'd be able to fix it."

So I said "Have any of them ever said anything? Given you any hints?"

"I don't know, I'm too shy" he said. "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to kiss. I don't know how far to go like, in a romantic way. And I look like a girl, like a weakling." 

I almost cried when he said the last part. 

"Look Danny" I said, "I can help you if you want. But no more sneaking peeks like a stalker. "I'll do as much or as little as you want, but only if you promise to keep this between you and me. I want to help you; you're like a brother to me." That got a chuckle out of him.

"What should I do first? Danny asked.

"Well, first of all, let's get you on an exercise regimen," I said. "You don't have to look like the meathead twins to attract girls , you just need some muscle tone. As far as what to talk about, you need to read more, instead of playing video games. You need to know about current events, read magazines like National Geographic, Smithsonian, stuff like that. And start asking your dates questions about their lives, their families, their interests and hobbies, compliment them on their clothes, their jewelry. Shows you're interested in them, us girls eat that stuff up. Learn to cook, we'll practice on mom and dad. Women love when a man cooks for them, and I don't mean hamburgers on the grill. Learn about wines, know what goes with what. This may sound corny, but I'm telling you, there's no quicker way into my pants than an intelligent, witty man who knows how to cook a gourmet dinner while serving the appropriate wine.

Danny was just staring at me with this dumb, blank look on his face. "Okay it'll help to lose the retard face too." I said.

"Can we start first thing in the morning?" asked Danny.

"Sure, that'll work" I said. "We'll start with an easy run, then do some weights. How's that sound?"

Danny had a funny look on his face, like he needed to pee real bad. He mumbled something about liking my plan. So I kissed him on the cheek, tossed his nudie magazine back to him and headed down to read. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I realized I had left my book on my bed. Before running back up to get it, I heard the twins and their friends talking and laughing in the garage. I'm pretty sure I heard my name mentioned more than once, by more than one person. Sphincter heads!

I ran back up the stairs, headed toward my room, and noticed the door was closed. As I opened the door, I thought it was odd that it was shut tight. In our house, doors were rarely closed, and never locked. As I crossed the threshold, heading toward the bunk beds, I saw Danny still lying in bed, reading his magazine. The difference this time, he was bare-assed naked. And he was pumping his cock like a madman.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted.

Danny tried to cover himself with the magazine, but his stiff dick wouldn't allow it. He stammered something like "Hey, get out," but that wasn't going to happen. This was my room too. 

"Geez Danny, can't you wait until dark, or you're alone in the bathroom or something?"

"Yeah right, when is anyone ever alone in this house?"

He had a point, although I was still pissed.

"Well cut it out, at least wait until I'm at work," I said.

Danny replied, "I thought you'd be downstairs reading for awhile. It doesn't matter, I can't get off anyway."

My inquisitive Cat ears perked up. "What do you mean, you can't get off? If you need more time, I'll go back downstairs." 

"No, I mean I can't get off, at all. I haven't been able to get off for a few weeks now. I think I'm incontinent."

That made me chuckle. "You mean impotent? Oh c'mon, you're almost 19, you can't be impotent. Maybe you're trying too hard. Or you're doing it too much, and your using up all your sperm. You only get so much, then it's gone. You better save some for your future wife someday." 

Danny looked at me like I just told him he had terminal cancer. His dick shrunk down to thumb size, and he looked scared. "What? No way! Are you serious?" he asked.

Then I laughed, "No, I'm not serious, you can jerk off until your 99 if you want. It may even be good for you, keeps your prostate cleaned out. So what's with the misfires?"

"I don't know," he said, "But that's one of the reasons I don't go out much. I'm afraid a girl will want to get romantic, and I won't be able to perform."

"Oh for god's sake, you're just nervous. All guys go through that. You just need to relax, it'll happen on its own."

Danny said, "No it won't. It doesn't work right. The magazines don't even help. I'm afraid to go to the doctor, it'll be embarrassing."

I thought about what Danny said, and my motherly instincts started kicked in again. I also noticed this discussion was making me horny, and it didn't help that I kept glancing at Danny's cock. It was starting to look tempting. So I thought, what the hell, big sister to the rescue.

"Let me see what's wrong. Rub your dick a little." I moved closer to the bed to see better.

Danny was a little hesitant at first, but then his right hand slowly wandered down to his cock, and he began to manipulate it between his thumb and index finger. He started to pull it up and down a bit, but nothing was happening. He spread his legs a little wider, and pulled faster, still nothing.

"See, I told you."

So I said, "You told me the other day you thought I was nice to look at. Would it help if I took off my shirt?"

Danny said, "Maybe, I don't know."

I pulled my tank top off over my head, walked over to the door to close and lock it, then walked back over to the bed and stood above Danny wearing only my bikini bottoms.

"Scoot over," I said.

Danny moved over closer to the wall, and I sat on his bed, and turned my body so my bare boobies were pointed right at his face. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and I knew I'd have to frig myself later. God, I needed a boyfriend! Or two! Or three! I said to Danny, "Okay let's see what happens. Go for it."




Early Cat: A Brief Autobiography



So Danny starts to rub himself again, and I thought I saw a twitch or two, and it looked longer than before, but it was still not even half erect. After a few minutes of this I said, "Here, let me try." So I pushed Danny's hand away, and grabbed his penis using my full palm and all five fingers, and began to jerk him in earnest. Now we're getting somewhere. His cock was firming up nicely, but nothing was coming out the tip yet, not even pre-cum. 

I was starting to get into this, and so was Danny. He laid his head back on his pillow, and just stared at my tits. My crotch was soaked, and I wanted to rub myself at the same time. But I resisted the urge, I wanted to get Danny off first. By now he was hard as a rock, but there was no sign of any impending ejaculation. I switched hands a couple of times, rubbing the sensitive head with my thumb. I reached over with my free hand and began to gently manipulate his balls. Danny seemed to like this, and he began to moan softly.

I asked Danny, "Have you ever felt a woman's breast before?" 

He just shook his head no.

So I told him to put his hands on my boobs and play with them. He reached over and touched the skin, and ran his fingers up and down the side. I said, "You're just tickling me. Don't worry, they won't break. Squeeze them, twist them around a little, pinch and pull the nipples, you can be rough with them, it feels good."

So Danny took my advice, and began to maul my tits. He didn't hold back at all, and it felt great. I almost had an orgasm right then and there. I began stroking him faster and faster, cupping both balls in my other hand. I guess the tit play worked, because all of a sudden, Danny groaned and out shot a load of cum I had never experienced before. It must have squirted a foot in the air, and it kept pouring out. I guess he really hadn't cum in awhile, and as I continued to jerk him, his jism just coated my hand and arm.

I continued to play with his cock and balls, even after he seemed to finally finish unloading. He had stopped playing with my tits, and was just laying there with his eyes closed and a stupid grin on his face. "Still think you're constipated?" I asked him.

Danny laughed and said, "No, I guess I'm not impotent after all. Thanks Cat. I hope this doesn't mean we committed a crime or something."

"If you tell anyone we did this, I'll kick your ass from here to eternity and back again. Got it? And we're still going to exercise in the mornings," I told him.

"Okay, I'll be ready. But can I ask another favor?"

"A hand job wasn't enough, you want more?" I replied.

"Can we do this again, just to make sure it wasn't a one time thing? Please?" Danny asked.

I can't resist men who beg, so I told him, "Alright, I'll tell you what. I'll give you a hand job every night after everyone else goes to bed, and you can play with my tits all you want. How's that?"

"Wow, really? Cool." With that, Danny's head dropped back on the pillow, and he fell asleep almost immediately. I cleaned his cum off my hand and arm with one of his tee shirts, and then I climbed up into the upper bunk. I took my bathing suit bottoms off, ran two fingers along my outer pussy lips, then using one hand to hold my lips apart, I began to masturbate myself with my fingers from the other hand. It didn't take me long to orgasm, and it was powerful. I felt so good, I wanted to fall asleep, but I had to get ready for work. I got up, got showered and dressed, and left for work. Danny was still dozing in his bed, with a big grin still on his face.

The next day, we started a routine of running and weight lifting in the morning, and hand jobs and tit play at night. It was great. One night, as I was about to give Danny his bedtime jerk off, he said to me, "Cat, could I ask a new favor?" 

How could I resist? "You can ask," I said, "And I'll think about the answer." "I'd like to see what a woman looks like up close. You know, down below. I can't figure out what they're talking about in my magazine. Clits especially. Can I look at you up close?"

I considered his request for about a tenth of a second and said, "Sure, why not."

I told him to get off his bed so that I could lie down instead. He got up, and I removed my sleep shorts (of course I was already topless), then I lay down on his bed. I knew mom and dad were away for the weekend, and the twins were out with their friends, so I told Danny to turn on the desk light so he could see better. When we were all settled in, me naked on my back with my legs spread, Danny naked sitting on the bed next to me, I told him to lay his head on the bed between my legs.

While Danny was in this position, I spread my legs as far apart as I could, then I used my fingers to spread my pussy lips apart. "Here's my clit," I said, placing my index finger on it. Danny's face was practically touching my crotch, and I was getting hot and bothered again. "Do you see it?" I asked.

"I think so," was his reply.

"Here, give me your hand."

I then placed Danny's index finger on the firm little nubbin, which was beginning to become engorged with blood, growing larger and more sensitive. Danny's finger made contact with my clit, and I almost jumped off the bed. He thought he hurt me, and pulled his hand away.

"No, no, it's okay, I'm just very sensitive, in a good way. Put your finger back and rub it a little." So Danny did just that, using one finger to flick my clit around, pushing it in, and rubbing in little circles around it. I told him to use his thumb and index finger and gently pinch it and roll it around. Oh man, that felt good. I really needed a boyfriend. He played with my vaginal lips, pulling them apart and out. I asked him to use two fingers and slide them in and out of my cunt. After about the fifth stroke, I had an orgasm, and I gushed all over his fingers and hand. He kept stroking me, and I had another orgasm. When I recovered, Danny was just looking at me, smiling.

"That was fun, I'd like to do that again for you."

I nodded my head and said, "Well okay, if you insist. Now, you lie on your back on the bed, it's your turn."

Danny lay down and his pole was at full attention, pointing its one-eyed head right at his chest. I began to stroke him slowly, playing with his balls like before. He really enjoyed that. I felt a little awkward, sitting sideways, so I stood up, then knelt down along side the bed. I had Danny scoot over close to the edge so I wouldn't have to reach so far. Now I had easy access to his cock and balls, and I could watch the whole thing.

I was stroking Danny's shaft pretty slowly and firmly, when a sudden urge to kiss the tip of his penis came over me, and I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to his cock. Danny looked at me for a second, then laid his head back down. He was pretty close to cumming, so I leaned over again, only this time I slid my lips completely over the head of his cock, and began sucking on it like a lolly pop. Danny moaned, so I took him in deeper into my mouth, until I was deep-throating him. I had his penis completely in my mouth, and my chin was hitting his balls.

I started to slide my mouth up and down on his prick, keeping good suction all the way. I continued to play with his balls, and during a down slide, when he was all the way in my mouth, he ejaculated, spurting gobs of cum down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, getting every drop. When his cock finished its spasms, I released my suction, but continued to lick up and down both sides of his shaft, until he was no longer hard.

"Oh my god Cat, that was great! What made you do that?"

Before I could answer him, a voice from the doorway said, "Well, well, what do we have here?"

Oh shit! I turned and saw Jimmy and Johnny standing in the doorway, and there was someone else behind them in the hallway.

Jimmy said, "Looks like little brother is getting is knob polished by little sister. I wonder what mom and dad would say about this?"

Danny said, "It's not Cat's fault, I made her do it."

"It doesn't look like Cat is objecting too strenuously, not from where I'm standing. By the way, nice ass Cat," retorted Jimmy. 

"Alright Jimmy, what do you want to keep this just between us kids?" By now, I was standing and facing the door, hands on my hips, stark naked. Defiant to the end, that's me.

Johnny said, "I want a piece of the action."

"Me too," said Jimmy, "And by the way, you'll probably have to pay off Hector, to keep him quiet, if you get my drift." Hector was the other person standing in the hallway. Shit, why couldn't it have at least been Damian?

"Okay, whatever, take your pants off and sit down somewhere. Let's get this over with." I said.

"Not so fast Cat, we may not all want blow jobs. How about you get on your hands and knees on the floor, and we'll go from there," Jimmy said.

I said, "Jimmy, it's bad enough your sister is going to give you head, do we have to fuck too? I think we may be crossing way over the line on that one."

Johnny said, "Who said anything about getting fucked by your brothers; don't forget about Hector." All three started laughing and high fiving each other. Numbnuts.

Danny then yelled, "C'mon Jimmy, don't do this."

Jimmy replied, "You shut the fuck up, you're the one who started this. If you can get head from Cat, so can we."

Before a fight started, I said, "Okay, let's get it over with." I got down in the doggy position, and Jimmy walked up to my face, dropped his pants, and wagged his cock in front of my nose. I could hear both Johnny and Hector removing their pants behind me. 

Hector said, "Wait, I'm gonna need some lube. Let me dip my stick in Cat's mouth first, get it good and moist. Then I'll go around to Miss Kitty."

Jimmy backed off, and let Hector stand in front of me. His cock was huge, a good nine or ten inches hard, and very thick. He held it up to my lips and said, "Well?"

I leaned forward and took his prick into my mouth, a little ways past the head. It stretched my lips and filled my mouth cavity. Hector grabbed my ponytail, and pulled my head closer to his body, forcing more of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. When I started to gag, he stopped, then started a slow back and forth motion. I rolled my tongue all over the shaft, coating it with my saliva.

In the mean time, Johnny began playing with my pussy. He started fingering me, shoving his middle finger in and out of my cunt, getting me very wet. Johnny then got down on his back and lay underneath me, and started licking my pussy. I couldn't help myself, a moan escaped from my overstuffed mouth. Jimmy took a cue from his twin brother, and lay down on his back, underneath my chest. He then started sucking on my tits, biting my nipples, and really mauling both boobs with his hands. That felt damn good too. 

Hector said, "Hey guys, I think she likes what you're doing. Is she ready yet Johnny?"

Johnny pried his mouth away from my pussy long enough to say, "Oh yeah, she's good and juicy now."

I was sure Hector would cum before he had a chance to fuck me but, no, he had some good control and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Hector went behind me and knelt down behind my butt. I felt the tip of his massive cock at the entrance to my vagina and without any hesitation, he shoved it in to the hilt. It hurt a little at first, but not for long. He wasted no time and started pounding away at my pussy.

Jimmy had gotten off the floor and was out of my line of sight. Johnny came around to the front and waved his prick in my face. He was a bit longer than Danny, but not much wider. I took hold of his cock and brought it to my lips, then sucked it in. Johnny also grabbed my ponytail, and he began face fucking me, shoving his cock in and out of my throat and mouth like a piston. Hector was still skewering me from behind, going slow and pulling almost all the way out, then shoving it in hard and fast, pushing my whole body forward.

I hadn't thought about Jimmy until I saw several flashes of light. He was taking pictures with Danny's camera, the shithead! I saw Danny watching all the action, stroking a massive hard on. Hector was the first to cum. It felt like someone turned a water hose on in my womb. He was shooting a huge dose of jism into me, and as he kept sliding in and out, the cum was just running out my pussy. When he finished, he pulled out with an audible pop, then wiped his semi hard cock across my butt.

Johnny wasn't far behind, and soon he was spraying my mouth with semen. He pulled his cock out before he was done, and managed to shoot a wad or two onto my face. He put his prick back into my mouth and had me lick and suck his juices off his shaft. When he was finished he stepped away, making room for Jimmy.

Jimmy stepped up to the plate and waited for me to open my mouth. His cock was nearly identical to Johnny's. Makes sense, since they're twins. Anyway, I wrapped my lips around the head, and just sucked on that for a bit. I held the shaft with my hand and pumped him in and out. I had the urge to suck his balls, so I took his prick out of my mouth, licked my way down the side, and licked first one ball, then the other.

Jimmy said, "Damn Cat, I never had that done to me before. Jeez that feels good." I sucked on each ball for a minute or two, then went back to work on his sausage. All of a sudden, I felt another penis knocking at Miss Kitty's door. I took Jimmy's dick out of my mouth for just a second to see who it was, and damned if it wasn't Danny! 

"Umm, is it okay Cat, if I put it in?" Danny asked.

Again, taking Jimmy's dick out of my mouth, I turned around and said, "Sure sweetie. I'd like that." 

At first Danny hesitated, then he stuck his now hard cock in my pussy and pumped it in and out in rapid succession. As he was fucking me from behind, my head was bobbing forward on Jimmy's cock, which I had put back in my mouth. 

In the meantime, Johnny had gotten down on his back, and was happily nursing on my tits, which were hanging down in his face. He sounded like a suckling baby, holding each boob with two hands, switching back and forth, taking first one nipple then the other in his mouth. 

Suddenly Jimmy said, "Oh man, here it comes Cat." He stopped, then his prick jerked a few times, then it started squirting load after load, filling my mouth with his seed, and I swallowed every drop. 

As I was cleaning up Jimmy's cock, I heard Danny's now familiar grunt, as he shot his load in my pussy, filling it once more with creamy jism. Good thing I went on the pill a couple of years ago. Sheesh! 

Once everyone was satiated, I got up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower and brush my teeth. I could taste and feel semen everywhere. Once I finished, I came back into the bedroom, and the guys were still sitting or laying where I had left them. 

Jimmy then said, "Thanks Cat, you're the best sister ever. Oh, by the way, just in case you were thinking about getting revenge for any reason, I've got some great pictures of you getting double dicked, with cum all over your face and ass. Not that you have any reason for revenge of course, but just in case."

Hector and Johnny just chuckled, they both thanked me for a great time as well, then the three of them walked out of the room. Danny had this dejected look on his face, so I asked him what was wrong.

He said, "I'm sorry Cat, this was all my fault. I should never have asked for dating help."

I replied, "Oh, c'mon Danny, I'm a big girl. I knew what I was getting into. Don't tell the meatheads, or Hector for that matter, but I actually enjoyed it. I think I'm always going to need lots of sex, from lots of men, and I suspect I'll be getting a good gangbang every now and then throughout most of my life. So don't worry about it." 

I never had sex with any of my brothers ever again. Shortly after this incident, Danny got himself a steady girlfriend, whom he eventually married. I graduated from college with a degree in aerospace engineering and went on to obtain my masters. I started dating a series of guys, but none ever kept me satisfied for long, until I met my future husband-to-be. Jimmy and Johnny went off to medical school, and Hector became a dentist. I always knew he was a sadist! 

THE END