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Jon and Me

By: Baia



Jonathan was my fiancé's best friend. He was a true Texas boy. Good looking, smart, tall, incredible southern accent.....and with what I guessed was a dick to match. We had flirted on occasion and got along very well. I had invited him out once or twice before, but nothing ever came of it. Sean, my fiancé, was out of town at college that summer, and I was looking for a little fun. My office was going out for drinks and dinner at Applebee's and it seemed like the natural thing to do to invite Jon. 

It took a little persuading, but Jon finally agreed to have dinner with the me. We met at the restaurant and he looked incredible! Lowslung blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt that showed off his abs to perfection. His bright blue eyes sparkled a little mischievously below a shock of black hair. A five o'clock shadow completed his look I was hooked already. I could feel my pussy juices begin to flow at the thoughts I was having. He had no idea what I had planned for him!

Now a little about myself. I'm tall, voluptuous, with green eyes and a short, flirty haircut. I have high cheekbones and a somewhat round face. Granted, I'm a bigger woman, but I have an incredible figure....big tits and a nicely rounded ass. I wore an impossibly lowcut fitted button down shirt and bootcut jeans. My cleavage just peaked above the top of the shirt, and I could almost see Jon start to salivate as he looked at me. I'm good looking, even if I am a big girl.

We flirted our way through dinner, me subtly touching his thigh whenever I could. He kept looking at me through lowered lashes and laughing quietly at my antics. Every so often I would take a drink from my straw, licking it slowly when only he was watching. When I looked down at his lap I noticed a VERY large swelling. He blushed, laughing a little.

"I would love to know exactly what's in those jeans of yours" I whispered in his ear. I lowered my hand to his lap and gave his semi erect cock a light squeeze. Jon closed his eyes a little and I felt his dick swell even more into my greedy hand. "How about after dinner I come back to your place and we "talk" for a little while?" Jon's eyes flew open and he studied me, stunned.

"What would Sean say?" He asked quietly, worried about what would happen if his friend ever found out. My fiancé was extremely protective of me and more than a little jealous. "Sean isn't here, is he? And this can be our little secret you know!" I stated blatantly. Jon dazedly nodded his head and we excused ourselves. I followed him home and parked off to the side of his driveway.

He showed me around his two bedroom ranch and led me into his room. A confederate flag of all things hung on one wall and on another a huge stereo system surrounded by cd's lay. His queen size bed was in total disarray. He invited me to sit down and shut off the lights. I heard the quiet ssssssshhhhhttttt of a match being lit and then two candles near the bed erupted in tiny flames. Jon's eyes shone in the candlelight, twinkling at me. He lowered his lashes shyly and sat next to me.

For the next few minutes we sat quietly, watching those tiny flames and playing with each other's fingertips. I leaned over and slowly licked from the base of his throat to his ear lobe. The sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement I needed. I slipped a hand under his t-shirt and played with his nipples. He leaned into me and all of a sudden those beautiful lips I had been dreaming about were on mine. He kissed me thoroughly and expertly....his tongue swirled with mine and his teeth nibbled my lower lip lightly. He carefully unbuttoned my shirt and before I could say damn he had my bra undone, my tits spilling into his waiting hands. His thumbs brushed my nipples softly until I thought I would go crazy from the sensation. We stopped touching each other and stood together as though of one mind. We quickly shed the rest of our clothes and I reached for his dick.

Huge. Unbelievably huge. A good ten inches and at least 2 inches in girth. His prick stood proudly in my hands, pulsing and full of life. It was beautiful. Longer than Sean's but about the same width. I thrust that thought from my head and led him back to the bed by his cock. I lay back on the bed with my legs spread for him....God how I wanted to feel that monster in me. But he looked at me for a moment, and I almost thougth he had changed him mind. "You're beautiful" he said quietly. He touched my breasts again and then caressed my stomach almost lovingly, working his way down my legs and then back up.

Jon lowered himself onto the bed and kissed my eyelids softly, positioning himself between my legs. I lifted myself up to him, touching his arms and back encouragingly. Slowly, he pushed the head of his cock past my pussy hair and slowly ground himself into my lips. Inch by agonizing inch he pushed himself into me, pausing every now and then to kiss me and stroke my hair. His cock felt wonderful, slipping in little by little, my pussy coating it with my thick juices. 

When he was finally all the way in, he pulled out quickly and rammed my pussy with one hard stroke, causing an instant orgasm. Then he took his time, thrusting slowly and leisurely, savoring every sensation. I could feel his muscular thighs tense between mine. He grabbed one of my hips and pulled me to him as I thrust up into his throbbing cock. I wrapped my legs around his back and drew him as deep as possible into me as we fucked each other. I could hear his moans mingle with mine as we rocked back and forth. My breath caught in my throat as he began to move faster, harder, pumping me with all the strength he possessed. 

I could hear myself sobbing as he drove me closer to a monstrous orgasm. He moaned and grunted, an incredibly male sound escaping his lips with every thrust. My pussy lips pulled and sucked on his dick, milking him, as I willed him to come deep in me. Suddenly, with an animal cry, he was coming, his cock expelling thick wads of hot come. I could feel it pulsating into me, and with one last thrust, I came, hard on his cock. He bit my shoulder viciously as he came with me, our bodies drenched in sweat. 

He lay with me for nearly an hour, touching me, holding me close, even though we shared no love. When I finally left, I left with an incredible sense that I had shared something life changing. Since that night, I have never been so fulfilled as I have with him. I miss you Jon...

Jon & Meg - Given To A Stranger



Wow! A vision, Megan stood in front of Jon, in his eyes she looked like a goddess. Her blond hair hung down around her shoulders, her skin seemed to shine, perfect, her tiny tattoo standing out like a landmark. Her stockings stood out against her skin, fine, black and real. Stockings this time, not hold ups, the suspenders outlining the curve of her thighs and buttocks some of her finest features, along with her calves straining under the pull of the jet black impossibly high heels. The matching bra strained a little, nipples pushing through the material and the whole outfit was just what they had wanted. A dark wraparound skirt and a flimsy, outrageously see-through blouse finished the effect. The interlude with Jackie had been about softness and knowledge and slow acceleration. Clothes were not important enough to outweigh sensuality. This afternoon was different. This was about stretching the limits of voyeurism and exhibitionism.

"What do you think?", was the wholly unnecessary question from Meg, "I think we may have a problem with him cumming in his pants when he sees you", was the reply, "and what a waste that would be.". 'He' was Mark, 30 something, enthusiastic, easy on the eye, well hung, good stayer, if the reply was to be believed. Jon had arranged to meet him to ensure that he was genuine, presentable and was who he said he was. Apparently Jon thought that he was and Meg had agreed to the next step in her journey of development.

Jon's phone rang and he answered the caller, telling them to come up to the room. After the afternoon with the escort Jackie, this afternoon seemed much more relaxed. Meg was starting to equate these, and other sexual interludes, with her loss of control. That didn't stop her jumping a little as the sound of the knock on the door shot through the room.

Mark was much as she had expected. Not that it mattered, it was an act in the play, a prop with which to express desire to each other. He glanced at Jon who nodded assent. Then he walked toward the bed. Meg stood, slowly unbuttoned Mark's shirt, she pulled it open and ran the flat of her tongue up and across each of his nipples. She felt him shudder, felt the involuntary movement of him towards her. Oh, she thought, this was so very different. She felt his hands on the front of the thin blouse, scrabbling slightly to release the buttons. God she thought, she was so nervous, all the worries about a stranger intruded on her thoughts. Would she even want to, and if she did, what would it do to her and Jonathan?

She held her breath and glance over at Jon who was smiling softly, as if he knew her torment. What had he said? "live in the moment doing what I have instructed you to do, but take everything that controlled senses can give". She closed her eyes and realised that Mark had her bra undone and was massaging her breasts. The senses were working, she could feel the heat of the contact, felt herself getting excited, whether through Marks ministrations or the effect of the whole circumstance.

She felt Mark, gently, but unsubtly pushing her downwards. She had half a smile as she thought that she had no will in this. She dropped down to her knees. She smiled and stroked her fingernails along the material stretching under the pressure from his straining cock. Smiled at Jon as she felt along the length, squeezing lightly, outlining its shape through his trousers watching the exquisite pleasure/pain/anticipation on Mark's face. She couldn't help it, she really didn't know why, but she looked over at Jonathan. Was it to see his reaction? for his approbation? That look back, that one look told her what Jon already knew, her control was an illusion, he was allowing her domination of Mark within his mastery of her. In a strange way, knowing that she was still being controlled gave her a comfort. Even so, Jonathan saw it cross her face, defiance, schoolgirl insubordination, 'perfect' he thought!

Meg looked back to Mark, her fingers hadn't left the outline of his cock, a cock that was becoming almost painful with anticipation. Slowly she pulled down his zip, watching his glans swollen and red peeping over his underclothes. He placed his hands on the back of her head and pulled her towards him. 'Oh', she thought, self control isn't a strength then? but she took the swollen member between her hands. Knowing that she was it the ideal position to be viewed, she lowered her mouth over Mark's cock. She played around the head running her wet lips up and down his shaft and her tongue encompassing his head, feeling the tension. Mark stiffened realising how close he was. He picked Meg up and laid her on the bed gently spreading her thighs open. Jon saw Mark's head drop to Meg's sex. He saw her close her eyes and could only imagine what the lips and tongue, and if she was lucky, finger, was doing to her. Meg took a moment to relax, then recalled her own little mantra 'I have no will in this, I have surrendered control until I wish to break it!' She surrendered to the physical sensation, wishing in some way that it was Jon's knowing touch but at the same time enjoying the feeling the unfamiliarity, the slower build up. She wasn't quite there when Mark eased himself up and moved to the bedside table.

Meg realising what was happening tensed. Another moment of passage! She didn't know why she didn't watch, but she didn't. Just listened to the sound of the condom packet being ripped open, guessed at the hands sliding on the silky latex. Unlike the meeting with Jackie, Jonathan wasn't concentrating, absorbed, but rather his eyes smiled at her as if expecting her to call off. He had said he would join in at some time but had given Meg no idea when. Mark moved back toward the bed and Meg came back to reality. She wasn't going to cry off, oh no, she moved herself on the bed so that Jon had what she hoped was the best view of what was going to happen.

It certainly wasn't unpleasant, in fact her body took control as Mark eased himself into her, reacting and finding a rhythm as he stroked inside her. Was this was Jon wanted? This is what he'd ordered she do, she felt her breath shorten, the burn that Jon had helped her identify started south of her solar plexus. She tried to reconcile and rationalise what was happening but she was going, drifting into that orgasm state. Suddenly she felt a hand on her forehead, it wasn't Mark, he was driving in to her from above. Her eyes shot open and saw Jon's eyes, 'come for me' and she did, and as she did he kissed her and she let go, filled up, fucked as instructed . . . and kissing her man. Jon had told her that there was a special detached intensity in kissing someone you loved whilst taking an orgasm from someone else and he hadn't been lying.

It took her quite a time to come down. Mark, completely unknown to her had obviously come in the process and a slight awkwardness reigned. Jon smiled again, this time at Mark, " give you a short break then Mark and then this is where your repeatability comes in". Mark laughed and the atmosphere changed again to one more comfortable and relaxed. Jon turned away and concentrated his attention back to Meg, kissing her lips, face, and neck as if nothing else existed. He moved his attention down to her breasts, stroking the soft underneath, feeling them react and respond before playing with her nipples, running his teeth gently along the teats watching them stretch and strain under his ministrations and the drafts of cold air he blew across them. Meg realised that she was heating up again, even before the flat of Jon's palm moved down her body with his lips and tongue following them. 

He was laying slightly away from her, his hands opening up her thighs and very, very gently stroking her outside lips. His penis was straining, head exposed and swollen but just out of her reach. His next move took her totally by surprise as he pulled her over on top of him, sitting above his face with his cock right in her eye's view, finally attainable. She leaned forward and almost grinned at the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the eye of his straining member at that she mischievously flicked at with her tongue making him jump and his cock bounce and swing. She felt his hands, strong hands on her hips, pulling her down to him, her cunt exposed to him, open, wet, pulsing, and she felt his fingers, slick with her juice and his tongue following building her up.

She had been absorbed, oblivious, had not heard the sound of a new condom going on, had forgotten the presence of Mark, until she felt him at the entrance to her cunt, felt him slide in right above Jonathan's tongue and fingers. The picture she held of the long thin latex covered cock sliding past Jon's rotating fingers and face was the last thing that crossed her mind as she straightened up, attentions to Jon forgotten, as every sort of firework went off in her head, fireworks that went on and on before she collapsed forward, holding Jon's legs as if they were her only contact with the world.

The world was indeed a blur, she had no real recollection of Mark's going. Had he cum again? She realised she didn't care. She was curled up in big arms, her head against a shoulder. They'd make the most of this, make love, talk, fuck as best their bodies would allow, but for now she would just drift, curled . . .



Jon & Meg - It Gets Darker



Meg felt cold. It wasn't a lack of clothing or any turn in the weather, but she felt cold. Jonathan's hand was the only contact to the world that she felt she had left, the only warmth she could feel, that she knew for sure existed, was through his hand. The late autumn breeze blew up the passage in which they stood, blew round her, through her, up the black wraparound skirt that he insisted she wore, blew through the gossamer lace underwear that clung to her skin, but for all that, it was not the weather that was cold.

This was the furthest step she had taken. Everything until now had been measured, had been discussed and agreed, even if it had been agreed that she should lose control, it had been a loss that she had foreseen, had understood. This was different, Jon had argued that through all their adventures Meg had always still retained a measure of control, Meg, on the other hand hand felt she had given up ownership of herself in all the situations they had faced; the escort Jackie, the stud Mark, the stranger voyeur that they had allowed to watch. They talked through the highs, where they had come from, what had caused them. Jon believed that the highs of submission that Meg had encountered had all been mitigated by her because of her involvement in the setting up of the scenarios. Jon had posed that her situation may have been different if the man or woman had been ugly, that within their agreed gateway of 'healthy, clean and non-discoverable', they had always been safe. John moved away from the argument, left Meg to work out the realities, let her raise some righteous indignity, allowed her to come back to Jon some time later to insist that he takes her to a scenario that she has no influence or design over . . . and here they were.

The knock on the door had a finality of sorts. Meg knew that there was never any finality, that she had her 'word' and a dark angel and she knew deep down that she was safe, at least physically. The door opened to a small anteroom and a slight change in temperature. Jonathan spoke to the man behind the grill and after an exchange they moved through into a lounge area. Jon took her coat and offered "glass of wine" in a way that Meg knew was not an offer. At first she felt a little self-conscious but looking around she saw that the few women, in couples, in the lounge area were all dressed provocatively and she relaxed a little. Eventually curiosity got the better of her, " can we have a look around" she said, noticing that some couples and some single men were wandering up some stairs. "No", said Jonathan, "maybe later, depending. We are heading downstairs, leave your drink, you wont be needing it!" and he stood up to leave, holding her arm and guiding her down the stairs to a darkened suite of rooms.

The first thing Meg noticed was a faint smell of incense, the next, that was there was a central room with a number of small dark rooms around it. Her eyes grew steadily more accustomed to the light and as she scanned the room she stopped and drew breath as she saw the centrepiece of the room. It was obvious that Jon was walking her straight towards it. A giant X of dark wood dominated the room. Meg tried to make out its composite parts but Jonathan turned her around and put his fingers to his lips – that sign between them. He stretched her legs apart on their heels, strapping first the ankles and then, surprising her, her knees, to the cruciform. The straps took the weight well and when her wrists and then her elbows were bound to the X she was more comfortable than she would have thought. She had been so absorbed by the process and mechanics of being tied to the X that she had not really taken in her predicament. There she was, stretched across an X frame, her top and skirt had been removed and she was naked except a skimpy bra, lace knickers and 5" heels. Seemingly from nowhere, Jon produced a small sign on a bright red ribbon which he hung around her neck so that it rested just out of her eye-line.

Meg was now in totally new territory. All her senses seemed heightened. In spite of herself she was turned on and could feel the dampness building in sex. She could hear sounds, sounds of people descending the stairs. Her attention was being diverted by Jon who was standing behind her stroking his nails down her back, sliding his fingers behind her bra strap and round to the side of her breast running his fingers around their outside edges. Suddenly he dropped down placing a hand on each ankle, he knew that running his hand up the inside of both her thighs would emphasise the immobility of her situation. Meg felt the hands moving upwards not able to draw her thighs in nor open them up. She felt the fingers work inside her panties, following the soaked line into the gap between first outer and then inner lips, running backwards and forwards building tension, pushing her to the edge. Jon smiled, felt her come to the limit of her resolve and then he stood back, out of sight, watching her gasping, bucking against fingers that were no longer there. So here they both were, Jon's control was absolute and Meg was at the limit of her desire. She needed to cum, more than anything in her world at the moment, it was a desperate need, up there with that feeling she got during sex with Jonathan when he refused to let her cum, where nothing else seemed to matter!

Meg felt nervous and alone but she also felt horny beyond belief, She knew Jonathan was there, somewhere, but the lack of contact and her exposed situation did little to make her position a comfortable one. She turned her face towards the sounds of people. Coming in to the room was a short dumpy red headed woman in what appeared to be a red and black basque and stockings, accompanied by a thin middle aged man in leather trousers and a cambric shirt. Meg watched nervously as the woman walked up towards her. This was it thought Meg, this was real submission, this divorced sex from anything it had been related to before. The woman looked over Meg's shoulder past the cruciform, presumably at Jon. Jon had nodded at the woman who came up close to Meg and read her notice, "Do you know what this says?" she whispered breathlessly into her ear. Meg shook her head. "Good", said the woman in red as she leaned forward and kissed Meg's neck as she slid her manicured hand straight down the front of Meg's stomach, inside her panties and along the slit of her sex – the act made her shiver and re-start the fire that had so recently had her rocking and gasping. 'This wasn't fair', thought Meg, 'this isn't what I wanted! I don't want her and I certainly don't want him' – but the woman was good, very very good. Meg was held suspended in a sublime state, just short of orgasm but unlike the desperation with Jon, this was a state that was a blissful end in itself.

The red-head straddled the lower leg of the cross holding her body tight against Meg's side without ever leaving off the insistent rubbing of the fingers of her left hand. She indicated to the man with her to do the same of the other side of the cross and before long they were both running nails across her body, licking her, mirroring each others movements. Meg's head was stretched back a low growl emanating from her throat. She was going to stop this, as soon as she'd had this orgasm and come down, she was going to stop it! The top of her bra had been pulled down over the top of her nipples and two mouths and lips and teeth were working in unison and still the fingers were holding her just short. The man with her was not only mirroring her movements he had his left hand between the cheeks of her backside. Making no effort to enter ("thank God", thought Meg) but stroking her rosebud and keeping the incessant pressure on.

Jon could stand it no longer, he moved to the front to watch the turmoil on Meg's face and the reaction on her body. The mixture of agony and ecstasy on her open mouth and closed eyes was exciting him beyond belief, this woman, not any woman but his woman, giving herself up completely to what she didn't understand but did know how to enjoy – even against her controlling instincts. Her control totally given over to him to do with as he willed. Meg aware of him through the waves of sexual pleasure and of the others gathering downstairs to enjoy the scene.

The red-head looked at Jon with an almost pleading look, she then turned to cambric shirt, "Damien, finish her off for me". The woman removed her fingers as the man knelt and cleaned her digits in his mouth, "yes ma'am" he said as he put his mouth lips and fingers to work on Meg's sex. She tried not to cum, tried to hear the conversation between Jon and the red-head but only caught snatches as her voice was drowned out by her own moaning and panting, her violent need for release ". . . take her down . . . release her to me . . . your direction . . . " Meg realised as she came back down to earth that Jon's voice had been held so low as to be unheard. What had they said?

The room started to empty as Jon released Meg's bindings and replaced her clothes. She felt in a place approaching exhaustion, her arms and legs now ached with the effort of straining with her orgasm, and near orgasm, for so long. Jon held her carefully and gently around her shoulders, steadying her up the stairs and out of the reception. The journey to the hotel was a short one, the coming night would be somewhat longer.



Jon & Meg - Moving On



Meg looked out of the bedroom window, it was strange how the initial frantic urgency fades but the passion, the sheer sexual physicality remains. They had been in the hotel room for minutes now and apart from their initial kiss there had been a lull, a hiatus in the knowledge that there was time. 

Jonathan moved behind her, placing his hands around her waist, sliding his fingers upwards on to her naked flesh, making small circles, feeling her skin tighten under his touch. He leaned forward, the fresh smell of her hair enveloping him, lightly kissing the nape of her neck, moving his mouth to nibble at the side of her neck, letting his tongue linger on the tautness of the stretched tendon, moving up to lightly stroke her earlobe.

Taking her by surprise, he lifted her arms above her head in one movement and pulled her jumper and blouse up to, but not over, her arms. Jon span her round and laid her back on the bed placing the fingers of one hand on his lips and the flat of his other on her stomach leaving her in no doubt that he wanted her silent as well as flat on the bed. He unbuckled her jeans and again in one movement pulled them along with her panties down to, but not over, her ankles. He moved Megan on to the bed, arms trapped and ankles held together by clothes, she felt the hardness of his hand under her back as he undid her bra and pulled it above her head to join her jumper and blouse. Jonathan stood back and surveyed his work, hands together above her head and ankles together at her feet, looking at him uncertainly, he knew that she felt as uncomfortable as she looked, exposed and, even though she pressed her knees together, vulnerable.

He stood over her and ran his nails down her exposed sides watching her eyes close with the feel of them. He sat on the bed and drew her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, increasing the rubbing pressure until he knew she could feel the sensation running through her. He leaned over and licked at her other, erect and straining nipple. Gently at first he took it between his lips, then applied his teeth, scraping over their surface, feeling her absorb the initial pain and turning it into pleasure. Jonathan felt her moving the rolling rhythm that indicated her increasing desire and he stood. Now scratching the insides of her thighs with his nails running light lines that got closer and closer to her sex. By now, Meg was subconsciously lifting herself, straining for whatever it was that was going to give her relief.

Jonathan continued running his fingers up Meg's thighs varying the pressure but always getting closer and closer. Finally his fingers reached her outer lips which he took between the thumb and forefinger of each hand rubbing and sliding, gathering her, now flowing, juices to increase lubrication. He moved on to her inner lips gently teasing his fingertips along them, always making sure that he didn't touch her clitoris or even apply any pressure. The only sensation on Meg's clit was Jon's breath as he blew gently. By the time that Jon moved his middle finger inside her and stroked her outer wall Meg was way passed ready to blow but Jon held her, refused her.

Her mind was racing, fever pitch, as she felt the temperature of the action change and when Jon removed the last of her clothing the anticipation of the imminent fucking she was going to get almost set her off.

Nothing moved so Meg opened her eyes. Jon was stood over her with a dangerous smile on his face. "that's enough lady, we said we were going to use this Spa so lets use it. Put your swim stuff on". Meg's mind screamed, no! She was so close that she was in pain, she started to speak, to remonstrate but Jon put his fingers to his lips, "you have no will in this" was the mantra. Meg sobbed inside, he didn't understand, this was real pain. But he did, and she knew that he did, but the swimsuit? Meg had found that Jon rarely did things for no reason. Trying to figure the reason would take the edge off her desire she thought as they changed, Jon into loose fitting swimming trunks and Meg into her two piece. Resplendent in the Spa's bathrobes they walked down to the Health Suite.

The Health suite was large but of a standard design. There was a pool through the middle with a jacuzzi, a sauna and a steam room. Meg wondered? She quickly took in the cctv cameras covering the whole area. She knew Jon was adventurous, daring even, but he wasn't stupid, so what was he planning in the Health Suite?

Jon was in a playful mood, splashing about in the pool like a teenager and the ache in Meg's groin and stomach had even started to recede when he suggested the steam room. The room was large with a glass door and the white tiling tic tic'ing to the sound of the condensing water. A man was sitting just inside the door and Jon passed some pleasantry with him as they entered and moved to the lower tiled seats at the back of the room. It certainly was an efficient system with the room full of swirling thick menthol smelling steam. Jon was making small-talk about the benefits of steam and how different it was from the sauna. It had almost lulled her into a comfortable reverie when she felt his left had stroking the inside of her right thigh. Meg realised that her thighs had opened, that the dull ache had flared to a screaming need . . . but surely not here, not like this. Jon realised, as he had hoped, that Meg had swung back into heightened sexuality he ran his hand right up to the crotch of Meg's swimsuit, enough to get the reaction, her hand starting to descent to stop him, the shake of the head. He looked into her eyes and smiled and she immediately relaxed and opened her legs again. Having made his point, Jon, moved his hand away, at first cupping Meg's right breast and then sliding it down inside her bikini top to cup the naked flesh, stroking her nipple feeling it strain even tighter against his fingers. 

Meg was suddenly washed by a wave of panic, the man by the door! She looked across and realised that she could hardly make him out through the steam. It was unnerving knowing that he was only a matter of metres away as she sat, now with the fabric of her top pulled below her breasts, breasts that were being suckled alternately by Jon, whose hand was now nestled between her thighs stroking at her engorged slit She slipped down toward him, half wishing desperately to cum, half staring at the ghostly shape of the stranger dreading the steam clearing or swirling enough to see. "He must know", she thought, "must be aware of the breathing", but he didn't move. A naughty thought at the back of her mind niggled – was he hard, was he stroking himself? That was the moment that she dropped her head on to Jon's shoulder and came, all the pent up sexuality that he had refused her earlier burst out of her, God, she thought as she panted and rocked, he was still working outside her clothes!

Jon leaned back and stretched, "this is nice, I'm OK here, are you alright?" Meg uttered a guttural sound from the back of her throat that Jon took as a yes, the other thing he took was Meg's hand which he placed around his exposed throbbing cock taken out whilst she was recovering. That little bit of panic struck again as she looked over to the swirling form of the stranger by the door. Was he staring? Jon gently held her head and eased it down towards his cock, no!, he wasn't going to make her suck him off in public, Jon took the pressure from her head, lifted it by her chin and smiled in to her eyes. Meg knew what that meant and, this time of her own accord, bent down and took the swollen head in to her mouth , working lips and tongue until she felt it strain, then adding the power of a gently pumping hand. At the same time she was also trying to look at the shape, fear and fascination picking up her desire. 

Meg felt Jon tighten . . . at just the same time as he lifted her head. Again he looked in to her eyes and held them as she felt him open her thighs and move aside her bikini bottoms. She was soaked, engorged, desperate to be filled, as he worked two fingers inside of her and slowly rotated his thumb around her clitoris. He held her eyes shaking his head, indicating that she mustn't cum, then, after a pause, saying yes, just as she burst, groaning, grabbing, he wouldn't let her stop, as she was swept over again and again and again before he finally allowed her to come down. 

He allowed a short time for recovery and then stood. "Oh too hot in here, quite enough now I think, you coming?" he said as he took her hand and headed for the door . . . and the stranger. Jon said bye to the man as he passed and the stranger replied with a sound and look, with a smile, that ran from Meg's eyes to her thighs and back up again, until when his eyes rested on hers he was beaming. Meg, on the other hand didn't quite know what to do with herself as she followed Jon out of the suite and in to the lift.

The orgasms had been many and mind-blowing but there was a little something missing. Meg wanted to be filled, filled and fucked and that insistence was growing. She mentioned it to Jon on the way up in the lift but had seemed not to hear. As they reached their door, however, and Meg swiped the card he laughed, "ah maybe, lets see . . . all in good time". So he had heard and he was still keeping her wanting. She wanted to stamp her feet and throw a tantrum like a little child – but she wasn't a child and she knew that Jon had something else in mind . . . she was about to find out!

To be continued . . .



Jon & Meg's Woman Fantasy



So this was it! After all the talking and fantasising there they were in the stark hotel room. Tensions had been rising for a few minutes and Jonathan had suggested a shower to take the mind off. The temptation to drop in to the easy comfortable sex in the shower was even stronger than usual but both knew it wasn't really a clever thing to do.

This, Meg, remembered was all about letting go, getting completely out of her comfort zone. As agreed she put on black hold ups and a black lacy bra. The feel of them was like static, erotic static. The feel of the matching panties as they were drawn up her legs felt like magnified reality. She pulled on the bath robe that came with the room, identical to the one that Jonathan wore over his naked torso.

The harsh ringing of the telephone made them both jump, Jonathan answered it and Meg heard him tell the reception to 'send them up'. He replaced the handset and walked across the room, there was no real nervousness, Meg had determined to do this, to stretch her boundaries, Jonathan held her very gently and kissed her softly, no words were exchanged, there was no need of any. He placed Meg on the bed, robe open, one knee up – sex on legs he had called it.

The knock on the door was like shots firing. Jonathan opened the door. Meg had not really known what to expect. What she saw was a smart woman in her early thirties, her hair was off-blond, she was open faced and smiling. She knew that Jon had taken a great deal of time and care in selecting her. It surprised her, in what she thought was her naïve way, that there was a market for women to sexually service other women and couples. Jon spoke quietly to her, sorting the transaction she supposed, took her coat and showed to the bathroom. This was pull-out time. Meg knew that and so did Jonathan, it was one of those draw breath moments that they had encountered before. Then Meg took Jonathan's eyes and after a second the smile in his eyes sealed her decision.

When the escort, Jackie came back out of the bathroom she was dressed similarly to the prone Meg. Meg's blond hair was down and Jackie walked over and sat on the bed. She stroked Meg's hair, it was almost a elder sister gesture, "this your first time?", got a nod of the head, "are you alright with this?", Meg smiled, she could almost hear Jonathan reassuring the woman and telling her to ask. The smile was an encouragement, a signal and Jackie very gently pulled Meg's head to her and kissed her full on the lips. Jonathan had always said that the key to kissing was to kiss like a woman. Well, he wasn't kidding, but . . . how to react? Jon had said that she should throw herself into this, Meg looked over and saw him sitting, still, in his robe, watching, no indicating anything. OK thought Meg, here goes, no point going through the motions . . . and she kissed her back, soft lips exploring soft lips, almost as if in a dream, she felt soft hands exploring her skin, working at the outside of her bra, just a soft massage, Meg was amazed at the quickening of her breath and the dampness that followed.

Jackie eased her upwards and slowly removed the robe. She laid Meg down flat on the bed and started to rub her hands over Meg's body, kissing at her neck, nuzzling her ears whilst the insistent hands massaged her breasts making her nipples strain and scratch against the material. Dropping down to kiss her midriff and the soft vulnerable areas above her pantyline, nibbling and playing. Her eyes shot open and she had to stop herself from laughing as the bolt of realization hit her – Jonathan did this . . . he used the best of a woman's love-making to make love to her but with a man's application!

It was strange that when Jackie went to remove her bra, Meg lifted herself up, exactly as she did with him. With the offending article removed, Jackie started on Meg's breasts. She lost idea of time, her breasts were swollen and getting deliciously sensitive, her nipples, under the the ministrations of Jackie's tongue were straining almost screaming (Jonathan had always told her that she could cum with just her nipples excited). She didn't consciously notice the hands and fingers moving, start easing under her panties, picking up the slick, the juices, and then work on labia. It all seemed so natural, such a normal progression. Jackie moved down Meg's body, easing the last of her underwear away. Then the stroking of the inside of her thighs, warm breath, warm mouth on her inner lips and the stroke of her clitoris whilst a finger stroked inside, pushed Meg over the top, head thrust back, guttural moan thrust of pelvis and there it was. Jackie worked her way slowly back up the bed until she held Meg in a post coital hug.

Meg looked over at Jonathan, but there he sat, immobile, watching. No clues from his eyes but she knew, she knew what his vision was, his want, that she thought that he believed she wouldn't fulfill. What had he said? Throw yourself in to it, do what you would want done. Meg eased herself over on to her side, met Jackie's eyes and smiled. She worked her way slowly, slowly down the bed, she ran her hands over the skin, feeling it move and react under her fingers. She massaged Jackie's breasts just as she liked her own massaged and was rewarded with a quickening of breath and a movement under her hands as her lips picked up the tautening nipples. Her hands and lips moved in unison down Jackie's body and Meg felt her buck slightly as her hands strayed and stroked down her body. Then another moment of truth, between the thighs of a woman starting to writhe, c'mon Meg just do it! She had tasted herself on Jonathan's lips but this was different. Jon had always said that you can feel all of a woman when you go down on her. She felt her way around the outer lips, running her tongue inside, another part of her mind trying to equate it with her own body. Her finger slide inside of its own accord and ran backward and forward on the front of Jackie's channel as she worked her lips and tongue. Her reward was the bucking and groaning of a woman going over the top. Then, when it was over, she looked at Jonathan and saw the smile grow around his eyes.

Meg had moved herself back up the bed to what was a most natural cuddle with Jackie. She drifted, Jonathan had said that it was a matter of removing intimacy from the equation and letting the erotic mind and the physical body take over. Well she knew what it meant now! Things were moving on again, Jackie was becoming more adventurous but still ended up bringing Meg high with her mouth. As Meg went over the edge she felt Jonathan's lips. Kissing the man she was so close to as she came from someone else just served to drive her into an ecstasy. He kissed her urgently and she noticed that the robe had gone and he was as hard a rock. Ah she thought . . . part two 

Suddenly the atmosphere seemed to lighten. Jonathan squeezed his way between the two female bodies with a giggle "my turn" he said, and Meg could see the little boy in him. Jon turned so that he was kneeling between the two women and started to run his hands, palms flat down the front of each of them, mirroring his movements, stroking nipples, down through the flats of stomachs, up thighs, just touching labia on the way through. He leaned over Meg, licking and drawing at her right nipple, massaging her breast before leaning over her to to do the same to her left breast. At the same time she felt the end of his erection rubbing against her hip.

He swung around and Meg could just catch glimpses of him doing exactly the same to Jackie only this time he travelled down her body, all the time keeping his right hand in contact with Meg's body. She watched, trance-like as he settled himself between Jackie's thighs and move his head in that way that Meg knew that his lips and tongues would be working to, what was to her anyway, devastating effect. Jon was working his tongue and lips around Jackie's labia and clitoris and he could feel it having an effect, he wondered what Meg's reaction would be to him bringing another woman to orgasm, he smiled as he thought that she would have bigger issues to come to terms with very shortly. Jackie started to moan, Meg wondered for a moment whether she should kiss her as Jon did her. No, that was intimate, personal, it was what divided his relationship to her from his with Jackie, the mental and physically erotic. She did watch though as Jackie, the professional, lost herself for a moment – there was a girl that enjoyed her work.

Jon lifted himself up on to his knees and in the ultimate control gesture he slid two fingers of his left hand inside Jackie and two fingers of his right hand into Meg. He stroked upwards through the sensitivity and wetness, stroked the little ridge of the g-spot, Meg saw the smile, the benign domination, he saw her notice, smiled wider in the contact, there was the boy again she thought. He moved up the bed, still on his knees, still smiling the cheeky smile. Meg noticed that he was rock solid, noticed as he arrived level with her head turning it to slowly slide his cock between her lips. Oh, he thought, she has the hang of this. He had never seen her so absorbed in sucking him off, she seemed to him to be drawing energy and almost inspiration from having an audience. And an audience it was, Jackie was at the same level, watching with interest at Meg's ministrations. 

Another moment of truth, Jon eased Meg from him, smiling, almost laughing in to her eyes as he turned to Jackie, resting his cock on her lips, both of them watched as she flicked out her tongue before playing the same tune that Meg had earlier. For Jon, this was different. Meg knew his body intimately, knew what worked, what brought him up and lowered him down, she could give pleasure like no-one else, but this was different and Jon, going along with his own ethic took all the pleasure that was there to take. He knew that Meg would be watching intently, he hoped beyond hope that she would take pleasure from it. He knew she was an exhibitionist and loved to be seen and he believed she was a voyeur but a voyeur of him? Its was going to be an interesting time! 

Meg had already passed that stage. She had seen the man she was falling in love with go down on, and bring to orgasm another woman. She was now watching another woman with that man's cock in her mouth to his very evident enjoyment. She had had a decision to make, it didn't surprise her at all that she made it quickly – she had said she wanted to see this through to the limit of her sexuality and she knew this wasn't it, she also knew that watching Jon get sucked off was turning her on badly at the physical/mental level.

Jon changed the pace again, he spoke in whispered command to Jackie, he moved Meg, sideways, across the bed. There was now a purposeful movement. Jackie was now, almost for the first time, controlled by Jon and she didn't seem to be objecting. She knelt over Meg, knees either side of her head. Meg could clearly see her sex lips swollen, glistening. Jackie leaned forward and took Meg in her mouth, the swirling and licking started again and Meg started to lose herself to it. She was jolted back with Jon's voice in her ear. As he pulled Jackie's hip downward he kept his head close to her ear, encouraging Meg to lick at her, to stroke her, to slide her finger inside, search for sensitive spots that produce reactions. As Meg worked at these, what seemed now like, commands she lost contact with Jon's voice although she was aware of him doing something behind her.

In another definite action Jon, who was standing behind them, eased Jackie's hips upwards, off Meg's, now glistening, face. She was aware of his cock, rigid, laying by her face. She turned to take it, but he held her cheeks, softly, and it dawned on her. She saw his condom covered member slide in to the woman that she had prepared, slide in and out and she watched, transfixed. Jon looked down on her. He was watching, looking for an indication, but Meg was just watching. From inches away she looked at him sawing backwards and forwards. Through to her conscious she heard him ask her to carry on. She knew she was being pushed, but she knew that this wasn't the limit of her sexuality. She still knew that this was about both of them. Meg raised her finger and felt the underside of the thrusting cock, worked her fingers around it. Opened Jackie's lips and stroked her clit. She took his testicles and shaft in her mouth, she went for it all, threw herself in to the voyeuristic, atavistic pleasure of it all. Jon was wondering, taking it all on board – was this the limit? Or would this burn as an erotic vision on Meg's brain, a catalyst for more? He thought and looked as he thrust . . . and controlled.

Realization dawned on Meg. Jon wasn't off in a lustful world of his own. He still controlled the scenario, he was still aware of her position and reaction, it was a montage and Jackie was a prop. She became suddenly aware of Jackie's mouth again, trying to maintain contact through the fucking she was getting and the newly found comfort, along with Jackie's instant circling was pushing her to the edge. She assessed that Jon wasn't going to cum, probably had never been going to cum but she was, frustratingly trying to hold on to the sensation of Jackie's mouth as the body trying to control the mouth lifted and tightened in its own orgasm.

The mixture of emotions, physical feelings, mind leaps all left Megan in a blur. She clung to the comfort of the sheet, curled in to a position that wasn't sure if it was comfort or uncertainty. She had a vague idea of Jon seeing the girl to the door (when had she got dressed?).

Jonathan gently took her hand and rolled in beside her on the bed. He looked deep into her eyes and moved over her. To her, he felt bigger and harder than he ever had. To him she felt as wet and receptive as he could remember. He held her and spoke to her as he stroked, he watched her eyes change colour and give in to his urgency, his access to her being. She fought to keep her orgasm under control. Nothing mattered, not the moon or the stars or breath itself. Jon gave in to himself, for the first time that night he allowed himself to be absorbed, to be accepted. Meg finally knew. She didn't have to hold back any longer . . . and they came together, and hugged together and slept together – and woke, wondering . . . what next?



Jon and Mel and Jody and Mike



NOTE: This is my original work which was posted previously on another site. I have modified it slightly to accommodate the guidelines of Literotica.com



It was Jon's first day at his new college. He had been upset about transferring here for his junior year, but with his father's new job, there had been no choice but for the family to move. Money was a little tight, so he decided to transfer to a college near his new home and to commute.

Jon missed his old house, his old friends, and his old school, but he loved his family and knew that he should be a good son and support them with the move. His father had lost his job the past winter when the company he had worked for had gone belly-up. There were a few months that were pretty rough, with Dad running around interviewing for jobs, sometimes gone over a week at a time, since his job search had covered most of the Eastern seaboard. When he had landed this new job five hundred miles from home, at a higher salary than he had been making, things moved pretty quickly.

Jon's mother quit her part-time job, Jon broke up with his girlfriend (it was time to get out of that relationship anyway!), Jon and his little sister Jody said goodbye to their friends and got accepted at a college in their new town. Then, the family pulled up stakes and moved. Jon's father's new employer paid their moving expenses and for storage of their furniture, and put them up in a nice hotel suite while the family searched for a house to buy.

The week before classes started, the family had moved into a very nice house in an older, up-scale suburban neighborhood. The kids each had their own large bedroom, with a big shared bathroom connecting them. There was a nice yard with mature shade, a pool, and a high privacy fence. All-in-all, a perfect set-up.

Jon had never had trouble making friends. He was out-going and fun to be with. He made a good first impression, being, at the age of twenty, about 6'2" tall, with a well-developed physique – broad shoulders, six-pack, defined back and thigh muscles. Jon was happy enough with his appearance, but he was not at all vain. He had dark hair which he kept cut fairly short. Even though he knew he could quickly grow a beard, he preferred to be clean-shaven. He was always lightly tanned in the warmer weather, since he liked to work out outdoors. When he took his daily run, he never wore a shirt.

Jody always told Jon that her girlfriends all thought he was hot. They used to whisper and giggle about his body. Secretly, Jon liked the attention, but he always acted like the perfect big brother to all of them. After all, like Jody, these girls were only eighteen. Some of them were pretty cute, but none were as pretty or had as nice a body as Jody. Jon would sometimes have a wet-dream about his little sister, with her lithe, conditioned, 5'7" frame, perky but full C-cup tits, tight young ass, and auburn hair that ran halfway down her back. Her face was amazingly pretty, too, with full, kissable lips, nicely shaped nose, high cheekbones, and surprisingly large blue eyes. But she was his sister, and he tried to keep his feelings for her platonic. He had seen her naked, and knew he would see her that way often, since they shared a bathroom, and modesty had never been a big part of their upbringing. As enticing as their nudity could have been to each other, with her gorgeous figure and shaved pussy, and with his hard body and thick 8" penis, they were both pretty level-headed about it, although sometimes it took some real effort. They loved each other very much, but by unspoken agreement, it was strictly hands-off, and they were more or less comfortable with that.

When Jon found his first class that first morning, he spotted a girl he knew he had to get to know. Jon guessed her height at about 5'9". She was wearing a tank top, the kind with a built in bra, which looked really good on what Jon guessed were D-cup breasts. The top was just short enough to show some belly, which was trim and tasty-looking. Her low-rise jeans hugged her nicely-shaped ass and legs beautifully, showing that the bottom half of her body was every bit as good as the top. Plus, she had long, slightly wavy blond hair, Jon's favorite.

When class ended, everyone got up to head for their next class. Jon pulled out his schedule and campus map as he walked, and managed to make it look like an accident when he bumped into the girl he had been admiring.

"Oh, sorry," he said, "I guess I shouldn't try to read and walk at the same time."

"You're new here, aren't you?" she said, flashing him a smile of beautiful white teeth and sparkling green eyes.

"Yeah, I transferred here for my junior year. I'm an English major. I wish I could figure out where the Honors English Composition 301 class is."

"Walk with me. I'm an English major too, so hat's my next class. By the way, my name is Melody, but I like being called just plain Mel."

"Jonathan, but everyone calls me just plain Jon."

"Well, Jon, if you have Honors Comp 301 now, do you also have Honors Poetry 301 after that?

"Yeah, Mel, I do."

Melody said, "And I bet you have Honors Medieval Lit after that. That one sounds boring."

Jon laughed, "It sounds like nap-time to me. Especially since it's right after lunch."

As they walked, Mel said, "Do you want to sit with me at lunch? There's a whole gang of us who commandeer a few tables in the dining hall. Some of the kids will be in some classes with us. There are some couples from last year, but a lot of the kids are single and just like to hang out. I'll introduce you. We're a pretty friendly bunch. There really aren't any well-defined cliques here."

"Sounds great, Mel," Jon said. By the time they got to class, there weren't any seats together, so they wound up sitting a few desks away from each other. Jon didn't mind that much, since he could look at her without her knowing it. He really wanted to get to know her much better, but he didn't want to creep her out by coming on too strong.

At lunch, they sat across from each other. Everyone was friendly, and there was a lot of good-natured teasing between some of the kids, which Jon found amusing. No one seemed to mind when he laughed, and the kids explained some of the inside jokes to him. Jon had such a good time talking to some of the other kids, and checking out some of the girls, that he didn't take the opportunity to talk to Mel as much as he had intended.

As he walked with Mel to Medieval Lit class, he decided that he needed to make up for lost time. He managed to get a seat next to her. The professor hit them with a lot of information, demanding their close attention. Finally, the class ended.

As they got up to leave, he said Mel, "I'm done with classes for the day. What are you doing now?"

"Nothing, really. No one gave us any homework. It's an unwritten law around here that homework doesn't start until the second week of school. What did you have in mind?" Mel asked.

Jon wasn't about to tell her what he really had in mind, which was getting her naked and having her suck his cock, so he said, "It's still really hot outside. I'm a commuter, so I live with my folks. Wanna come to my place and go swimming?"

"Sure," Mel said. "I commute too, so I'll have to drive home first and get my suit. Oh wait, shit, I just remembered, I promised my brother I'd take him swimming at the community pool this afternoon."

"How old is your brother?"

Mel said, "Eighteen. He's a freshman Political Science major."

"My kid sister's a freshman Pol Sci major too," Jon said. "I haven't seen her all day. I wonder if she's met him. Why don't you both come over?" Jon didn't really want Mel's kid brother to interfere with his time with her, but he knew his sister, Jody, would be swimming this afternoon, and could have interfered with him, too. Maybe Mel's brother would keep Jody occupied. If the kid was half as good-looking a guy as Mel was a hot girl, Jody probably wouldn't mind. He knew Jody's appearance would please any horny eighteen-year-old boy.

Mel said, "My brother Mike should be done with classes now, so I'll grab him, we'll go home and change, and come over. Where do you live?"

Jon gave her his address, they exchanged cell numbers, and agreed to see each other later.

Jody and Jon met at his car. Jon told her about the swim date on their way home. It seemed like a great thing to him, since their parents would be out late at some business function of their Dad's, but Jody seemed a little distant. "What's up, sis?" Jon asked.

"Oh nothing, really," Jody said. "I met a bunch of people today, some nice girls and a couple of really cute guys. There was one kid in particular. God, what a hunk! I didn't even learn his name."

"Well, Jody, find out who he is and invite him over some time. I'll be happy to bring him home with us some afternoon." Inside, Jon was a little embarrassed that he had tried to fix up his little sister with some random kid just so he could see Mel in a bathing suit.

When Jon and Jody got home, they went to their rooms to change. Jon grabbed a pair of trunks and a t-shirt and put them on, then went through the bathroom to Jody's room to ask her opinion of them. When he went into her room, he found Jody standing in front of her mirror naked, holding a bathing suit in each hand.

"God, Jon, don't you ever knock?" she said.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you would be undressed. I'll wait for you downstairs." He turned to leave.

"No, wait, Jon," Jody said. "It's not like we haven't seen each other undressed before. Besides, I can't decide which suit to wear. Will you help me?" With that, she tossed the bikini she had been holding on to the bed, and started putting on a one-piece suit. It was pretty radically styled, showing a lot of skin. Jon thought she looked pretty hot in it, and told her so.

Jody struck a pose, adjusted her breasts in the plunging top, wiggled her ass at the mirror as she looked over her shoulder, and then turned slowly in a full circle so Jon could see her from every angle. He thought, "Sometimes I wish she wasn't my sister, especially when she looks like that." He said, trying not to sound too interested, "Try on the other one for me."

Watching her peel this suit off and put on her bikini was a beautiful thing. Jon realized that he was getting hard.

The bikini was very skimpy. The top was nothing but a few strings, with sliding triangles of fabric for cups. The bottom wasn't much more than a thong. Even though she had just been naked in front of him, Jon realized that she seemed even sexier posing for him barely covered.

Jody looked at him and started to laugh. "Jon, I was going to ask your opinion, but the fact that you're almost drooling tells me this is the suit to wear. You might want to re-consider what you're wearing though, since I can clearly see your boner in those trunks. Shame on you, big brother! You're making me wish we weren't related. I hope this girl Mel won't be intimidated when she sees the bulge your package makes!"

Before they could say more, they heard car doors in the driveway. Jon looked out the window. "Guess we're going to have to make do with what we're wearing now. They're here."

Jody grabbed a big t-shirt and threw it on over her bikini as a cover-up. Jon grabbed a stack of towels and headed downstairs, thankful that his erection was going down a little, since he didn't want to seem quite that forward. He met Mel and her brother at the door and invited them in.

"Hi, Jon," Mel said, "This is Mike."

The boys smiled at each other and shook hands. Jon looked Mike over briefly, and realized that the good-looks genes must run rampant in these kids' family. Mike was about 6' tall, with longish very light brown hair, several shades darker than his sister. Dressed in a concert t-shirt and shorts, he looked pretty ripped. He had a very handsome face, with the same green eyes as his sister.

"Hey, Jon, thanks for letting me come along with Mel. I didn't have the chance to do much swimming this summer with the shitty summer job my folks made me get."

"Yeah, what did you do?"

"I was a caddy at the golf course. It paid OK, and I made nice tips, but some of the old farts were a real pain in the ass. The young milf foursomes weren't so bad, though," he said with a grin.

"That's because they made your putter flutter, Mike," Mel teased, smacking her brother playfully on the back.

"Yeah, well I still want you to come out and admit why you always managed to forget to wear a bra when you would come pick me up after work when you knew I was caddying for that one golf pro, sis."

"Shut up, Mike, a girl has to have her fantasies. It's not like I don't hear you enjoying your own fantasies some nights in your room when you think I've gone to sleep. You've gotta learn to be quiet, like I can be!"

"Sounds like I'm missing an interesting conversation," Jody said as she walked down the stairs. Jon turned to look at her. There was something in her face that he knew the other kids probably couldn't read, but he could see her eyes dilate slightly when she first saw Mike.

Jon said, "This is my kid sister, Jody. This is Mel and her brother Mike. Are you two guys in any classes together?"

"Yeah, we are," Mike said. The younger kids stared at each other for a second too long. Jon knew they were checking each other out.

"You gonna show us this pool of yours?" Mel asked.

"Out back here. Did you guys bring your suits?"

"We wore them under our street clothes," Mel said, as they went outside. "Wow, nice pool! It looks pretty private, too. This would be good for skinny dipping at night," she giggled, "but I guess your folks wouldn't like that too much."

Jon blurted out, "they won't be home until about midnight."

Those words just hung in the air for a moment. Jon set the towels down on a table, and said, "Well, let's get in."

As Mel and Mike stripped off their street clothes, Jody whispered to Jon, "That's him, the hunk I told you about. Oh my God, look at his body!"

Jon wasn't paying attention to Mike, since he was busy watching Mel. Hot damn, how could just watching a girl take off sandals, a t-shirt, and cut-offs look so much like a strip-tease? He needed to get in the cool water to hide his erection. Much as he wanted Mel, he didn't want to seem like a complete sex-fiend, especially in front of her brother.

Mel was wearing a green thong bikini, the same color as her eyes. It covered practically nothing, which was great, but Jon still wondered how it would look on her wet. He didn't have to wait long to find out.

Mel walked quickly to the diving board. "How warm is the water?" she asked.

"It's a little cool, but it's not what you would call cold," Jon called to her from the shallow end.

"OK, well, I can't just wade in like you did. I have to get wet all at once. Otherwise, I sometimes chicken out if the water's not real warm." With that, she dove in. She surfaced, sputtering, "You bastard! It's cold as shit!" She swam quickly to the shallow end and stood up near Jon.

"It's not that cold once you get used to it," he said, admiring how the water had made her nipples come erect under the thin fabric of her top. He realized that her suit, if it was lined at all, allowed him to see a hint of the shape and size of her tightly puckered areolas. This is better than I had hoped for, he thought.

Jody, meanwhile, was sitting on the steps at the other corner of the shallow end, slowly getting herself wet with handfuls of water while talking animatedly to Mike who was standing next to her. Jon knew that Mike was trying very hard to see down Jody's top whenever she bent over.

Soon, all were in the pool, swimming, splashing, and playing water tag, enjoying each other's company. Jon could see that Mike was about half-hard watching the two girls, and Jon himself was thoroughly enjoying the view. He was glad Mel was there, so he wouldn't be tempted to spend all his time ogling his hot little sister.

Jody swam to the edge near the diving board and hauled herself out of the water. She climbed onto the board, walked to the edge, arched her back, and dove in backwards. When she surfaced, everyone but she realized that the string between the cups of her top had broken. Jody saw three pairs of eyes staring at her and looked down. "Oh fuck!" she cried when she realized that her perky tits and hard little nipples were exposed. She tried to fix her top in the deep water, but only succeeded in gulping in water as she sank. She surfaced again, choking but okay, and swam awkwardly to an area where the water was only waist-deep. Turning her back to the others, she fumbled with the top to try to cover herself.

"Damn it," Jody said, "this was my favorite suit. It was cheap, but I didn't think it was this flimsy! It didn't just come apart, it tore. I'm so embarrassed."

By this time, Mel had made her way over to Jody to try to help her. "Oh sweetie," Mel said, after trying to help her, "there's no fixing this. The strings are too short to re-tie."

"This isn't exactly the first impression I wanted to make on your brother," Jody hissed in Mel's ear.

Mel said, looking closely at Jody's bare breasts, "I really doubt he'll mind. But maybe I can make you feel less conspicuous if I do this." Mel reached behind her neck and untied her own top, and then untied the back, still holding the cups in place. She winked at Jody and tossed her top onto the pool deck. Then she took Jody by the shoulders, turned her to face the boys, and moved to stand beside her. Both girls were completely exposed from the waist up.

The boys gaped at them. "Dude," Mike said, your sister is hot!"

Jon nodded his head and said, "Yours is amazing!"

Mike said, "Yeah, she has great tits, but she's my big sister. I don't think I'm supposed to notice how good she looks naked."

Jon said, "How can you not notice? Sister or not, unless you're gay, you must have a rough time being around a chick all the time who looks like that."

Mike laughed, "Yeah, dude, I do have a 'hard' time when I catch her in the shower." Then he lowered his voice. "I can't tell you the number of times I've jerked off thinking about her. But your sister is at least as hot."

Jon gave Mike a knowing smile. "Yeah, she is. She started growing those tits of hers when she was ten. I used to beg her to let me touch them, but she never has. She lets me see her naked, though, and she's seen me naked often enough."

"Hard or soft?" Mike asked.

Jon laughed. "If she's naked, I'm hard."

"I'd really like to see your sister completely naked, Jon," Mike said.

"Do you think Mel would get naked for me?" Jon asked.

"Let's find out," Mike said. "Hey, Mel! Would you girls be more comfortable if Jon and I did this?" He stripped off his trunks under water and threw them out of the pool.

The others looked at him. Through the water, everyone could sort of see that Mike had a hard-on that was standing almost vertical against his stomach.

"OK," Mel said, "I don't want to be overdressed for the occasion. She slipped off her thong and threw it to Jon.

Jody and Jon looked at each other for a moment, and then quickly removed their bottoms. All four of them stood there looking at each other in the waist deep water.

Finally, Mel broke the silence. "What time did you say your folks are getting home?"

"About midnight," Jon answered, very aware of the throbbing of his cock in the cool water.

"I'm getting out of the water," Mel said. The others watched as she waded to the steps and climbed out. She then turned to face them, the water dripping from her narrow blond landing strip over a pair of beautifully shaped pussy lips and down onto her gorgeous legs. Jody quickly followed, turning to face the boys the same way the older girl had. Jon and Mike just stood there, admiring her toned, tan body and plump, hairless cunt.




Jon and Mel and Jody and Mike



Jon looked at Mike. "Holy shit! I hoped to have some fun today, but I hadn't counted on this." They quickly made their way to the steps, climbed out, and went over to the girls.

Mel and Jody were standing together, toweling off. They each grabbed a towel from the stack and threw them to their brothers. Mike caught his, but Jon was so busy ogling the girls that he missed his. It landed on his erection and hung there like it was on a coat hook. As they all broke up laughing, Jon shook his head and said, "What can I say?" Then he started bucking his hips to make his cock, and the towel, bounce up and down.

When they were all dried off, they grabbed four lounge chairs and placed them in a row close to each other. The girls spread their towels on the chairs and lay down, still naked, on the middle two lounges. Jon chose the one next to Mel while Mike lay on the other end of the row next to Jody. No one spoke for a few minutes. Then Jody said, "Jon, would you go for pizza?"

"Sure, sis, I'll call it in. Hey, Mike, you wanna come with me?" When the guys got dressed and left, the girls rolled to face each other.

"Your brother's cock is huge!" Mel said to Jody.

"Mike's isn't exactly small," Jody said. "It's practically the same size as Jon's. Sometimes I find myself wondering what Jon's would feel like inside me."

"If, or I should say when, I find out, I'll let you know," Mel said with a giggle.

In the car, the guys were talking. "Jon, how far is this going to go?" Mike said.

"I was kinda hoping you could tell me," Jon said. "Do you think I can fuck your sister?"

Mike thought for a second. "I know she kept talking about you on the way over to your place. Whatever you did today made a big impression on her. I know she's been horny since she broke up with her boyfriend last month, 'cuz I can hear her masturbating at night. Our bedrooms are right next to each other. The headboards of our beds are against the common wall between our rooms, and I can hear her when she cums. I watched her once when she hadn't closed her door. She didn't know I was home. That was so fuckin' hot! She was sucking on her own tit, finger-fucking herself and licking the juice off her fingers. Just watching her about made me cum in my pants! When I've been between girlfriends, the memory of that is what I usually use as a jerk-image. She says I make noise, which I guess I do, but you should hear her!"

"I know you can get Jody if you try," Jon said. "When I told her you guys were coming over, she seemed a little disappointed, 'cuz she had her sights set on a 'hunk' she had seen in class today. Did you see her reaction when she first saw you when she came downstairs? It turns out the guy she had been talking about was you. Jody's not a virgin. We tell each other everything, and I know she's been with several different guys. Here's a tip for you: the guy she liked best was the one who really liked to eat pussy."

Mike grinned. "Sometimes, I think I'd almost rather eat pussy than fuck. I told Mel that once. She said she kinda wished I wasn't her brother."

"No shit! Jody said the same thing to me today," Jon said.

Mike laughed out loud and said, "Dude, we're gonna get laid this evening. High five!" 

When the guys got back to Jon's and Jody's place, they carried the pizza and sodas out to the deck. The girls had put their bikini bottoms back on, and both were wearing their t-shirts. They ate and talked about school, their parents, Jon's and Jody's life in their old town,... lots of small talk. Sex was never mentioned, and no one brought up the nude swim they had shared, but the sexual tension was thick in the air. Both girls had hard nipples clearly visible through their shirts, and if anyone had looked under the table, it would have been obvious that both boys noticed them.

When dinner was over, no one wanted to go swimming again right away, so Jon and Jody gave Mel and Mike a tour of the house. When they got upstairs, Mel asked to use the bathroom. They were in Jody's room at the time, and she pointed the way. Mel went into the connecting bathroom, pulled down her bikini bottom, and sat on the toilet. She hadn't bothered to close the door. If anyone wanted to watch, they could, and both boys made no effort to hide the fact that they were. Before Mel could pull her bikini bottom back up, Jon led the group through the bathroom to his bedroom.

He went immediately to his bureau and pulled out a pair of baggy shorts and a fresh t-shirt. As though no one were in the room with him, he stripped off his shirt and trunks, saying, "I gotta get these damp trunks off and get more comfortable." He turned to face the others, his muscular body and semi-soft but still magnificent cock in perfect view.

Jody looked at him, gave him a quick smile, and said, "I want to get more comfortable, too." In one quick and fluid series of movements, she shucked off her oversized shirt and untied her bikini thong, letting it fall to the floor. She turned her back to Mel and Mike and, keeping her knees locked straight, bent at the waist to pick it up, giving them a nice display of her ass, her pussy and little pink puckered asshole clearly visible. This also put her at eye level with her brother's cock which was only a few inches from her face. "My, my, Jon," she said, "I can't remember the last time I saw your cock even partway soft. It looks tasty even like that." Shocking Jon completely, she leaned forward and gave it a quick lick.

Mel, struggling to stifle a laugh, looked at her own brother. "You look a little uncomfortable yourself, bro. What's wrong? Oh, I know what it is." Before Mike knew what was happening, Mel grabbed his shorts in both hands and ripped them down. Because Mike had gone commando, his already hardening cock sprang up. Mel dropped to her knees in front of him and immediately sucked half of his length into her mouth.

Mike's eyes flew wide open. "What the fuck are you doing, Mel?"

"Something I've wanted to do for a while, little brother. You'll always be my pain-in-the-ass kid brother, but a part of you seems pretty grown up to me."

Jody came over behind Mel and pulled her to her feet. She turned Mel around and lifted Mel's shirt over her head, then freed her of her thong. Then she and Mel embraced and began to kiss passionately. Their hands began to play with each other's tits and pussies. Both boys looked at them in lustful surprise. After a moment of lesbian play, Jody pulled back and said, "Your tongue tastes a little like cock. Very nice. But I think I want to go straight to the source."

"Me too," Mel said. She went over to Jon, dropped to her knees, and inhaled his no longer soft penis.

Jody wrapped one hand around Mike's manhood and led him through the bathroom to her own room. When they got there, she pushed him onto the bed and climbed on herself.

Mel and Jon hadn't moved. Mel was busy slurping and sucking on Jon's now completely erect cock and fondling his balls. Jon was caressing her face and hair, wondering if she wanted him to cum in her mouth, and also wondering what else this amazing girl would do. He knew one thing for sure: this swim date was turning out pretty well!

In Jody's room, things were getting interesting, too. Mike had landed on his back on the bed, and when Jody had joined him, he immediately had grabbed her by her hips and positioned her to sit on his face. He was merrily eating her pussy with what she thought was considerable skill. She was already excited enough that she was having trouble keeping a good rhythm going with the hand she had reached behind her to jack his cock.

In his room, Jon was about to erupt. "Mel, if you keep that up, I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

She stopped just long enough to say, "Good." Jon grabbed the back of her head and started actively mouth-fucking her. Soon he was spurting inside of her mouth. When he was done, Mel milked his shaft to get the last of his semen. She pulled back, opened her mouth to show him the huge load he had shot, swallowed, and then showed him her empty mouth. "Wow," she said, "you sure can cum a lot. Yummy!"

Just then, Jon and Mel could hear Jody yelling, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, don't stop, don't stop, suck on that clit!" followed by a wail.

"Jody sounds like she's having fun," Mel laughed. "She sure makes a lot of noise."

"Your brother says you can be pretty loud, too, in spite of what you said to him earlier. I'd like to hear how you sound," Jon said. He led her to his bed, laid her on her back, and lay down next to her. He played with her big breasts for a while, kissing her passionately as she stroked his re-hardening cock. Then he began to kiss and suck on her breasts, drawing down on her nipples with his lips and massaging them with his tongue and teeth, making her nipples very erect and hard. He inserted two fingers into the entrance of her pussy. When he felt her getting nice and moist, he dipped his thumb into the juice and began to play with her clit. Her breathing got faster. When she started to grind her sex into his hand, he gave her one nipple a play bite, and then moved his face down to her opening.

Jon removed his hand and licked her outer labia thoroughly. Then he curled his tongue and licked her from just in front of her anus to just above her clit. He repeated this, harder each time. When he sensed she was getting ready to cum, he re-inserted two fingers into her, palm up, and curled the fingers to find her g-spot. When he felt it, he took her erect clit between his lips and gave it a toothless bite, alternating between nibbling and licking it.

By this time, Mel was moaning loudly and thrashing her head back and forth on his pillow. Jon applied firm pressure to her g-spot with his fingers and sucked her clit with his lips. Mel's moans changed to grunts as she bucked her hips rapidly up and down, trying to steady herself on Jon's head by grabbing at his short hair. Her grunts increased in pitch, volume, and speed, until Mel was making a series of loud, staccato screams. Suddenly, her body went rigid, she held her breath, and girl-cum flooded out of her all over Jon's chin and hand.

Not giving her time to recover, Jon knelt between Mel's legs, lifted her hips, and rubbed his cock all along her pussy, wetting his head and shaft with her spilled juices. She responded by grabbing his meat and guiding him to her flooded opening. With one thrust, he inserted half of his length into her.

"My God, Mel, you're tight," he moaned, marveling at how good she felt.

Still fighting for breath, Mel gasped, "Take it easy, Jon. I'm no virgin, but you're really big. It feels great, but gimme a chance to stretch, OK?"

Jon regained control of himself. "I'm sorry, baby, it's just that I can hardly wait to be inside you. You're so beautiful and so fuckin' hot!" He eased himself back until only his big purple head was inside her. Then, slowly, he pushed forward to where he had been on his first thrust. Since he had cum only a few minutes earlier, he knew he could take his time with her, and he wanted her to enjoy this, so she would let him fuck her again and again.

It wasn't long until Jon and Mel had established a pace they both really liked. Soon, Jon was buried balls-deep in her tight, hot pussy, taking long, slow thrusts. He knew she was getting into it when she lifted her long, beautiful legs and braced her feet against the fronts of his shoulders to help move herself on and off his cock. She reached down and started playing with her clit. After only a few moments of this, she came hard again.

Jody's orgasm, as good as it had been, only made her want more. Jon had been right when he said that Jody liked getting her pussy eaten, but he didn't know how orally fixated she really was.

As soon as Jody had recovered from the tongue-lashing Mike had given her, she jumped off his chest and went down to return the favor. She had the amount of experience you would expect with her age and history, but what she may have lacked in technique she more than made up for with enthusiasm. She resumed jacking Mike's cock, then used her tongue to spread his pre-cum all around the head of it. Then she licked his entire length and girth gently, moistening him thoroughly. She looked up at him, smiled, and took over half of him into her mouth. Using one hand to stroke the remainder of his cock, she fondled his balls with the other. She bobbed up and down on him, working her tongue against the underside of his shaft when she had him deep inside, and circling the ring where his helmet joined the shaft when she moved him out of her mouth. Sometimes, she moved quickly, sometimes slowly, paying close attention to his moans and groans to decide what he liked.

Suddenly, she decided she had to try something she had seen online but hadn't done before. She pulled him out of her mouth, and, while jacking him furiously, popped one of his balls into her mouth and began to suck it. Mike let out a loud, heartfelt groan. Jody took that as her cue to repeat this on his other nut.

"Shit, Jody," Mike moaned, "you're gonna make me cum!"

"Cum in my mouth, then," Jody responded, and impaled her face with as much of his cock as she could take. She sucked hard on his expanding cock, willing his spunk to burst into her throat. In moments, she had her wish, as Mike spurted hard, over and over, coating her tonsils with gob after gob of man-juice. Jody had to swallow three times as Mike was cumming to avoid spilling any of it, and once more after she had milked the last of his essence from him with her fingers and lips. She now had a firm grip on his buttocks, refusing to let him go until she felt him soften and shrink. When she finally let go of him, it only took her two pinches of her own clit to tip her over the edge into her second orgasm of the evening.

As the two younger lovers cuddled, recovering and re-grouping for round two, they could hear their older siblings in Jon's room. Jody whispered to Mike, "Have you ever watched your sister fuck?"

"No, babe, but I caught her fingering herself one time. She didn't know I was there, so I got to watch the whole thing. It was pretty hot."

"I'm sure it was. She's got a fabulous body. So, you haven't done anything with her?"

"Jody, she's my sister! I couldn't do anything like that. It's wrong," Mike said.

"Who says it's wrong?" Jody asked. "Your parents? They probably told you it was wrong to fuck anyone you're not married to, didn't they? But you haven't listened to that rule, have you?"

"Well, no," Mike said hesitantly, "but that's different... I think. Isn't it?"

"Our folks told us the same thing, and we've never done anything either, but, to be honest with you, if Jon asked me to, I would definitely fuck him. I just don't want to weird him out or anything by coming on to him. I think I fucked with his head enough just by kissing Mel and grabbing her pussy a few minutes ago."

"Yeah, well, you licked his cock, too," Mike said. "I couldn't believe you did that!"

Jody began to giggle. "You should have seen your face when your sister put your dick in her mouth. I couldn't decide if you were going to cum or faint."

Mike squirmed a little, seeming uncomfortable. After a moment, he said, "I couldn't decide which one I was going to do either. Or more like, which one I was going to do first."

"You want do something outrageous, Mike?" Jody asked. "How shy are you?"

Mike looked at her. "What do you have in mind?"

"I really want to fuck you," Jody said. "A lot. I mean, a lot of times. But just to be kinky, let's go over into Jon's room. He has a queen-size bed, which would be big enough for all four of us."

Mike was a little shocked. But then he thought how cool it might be to get to see his sister getting fucked, especially if he could be cumming inside a hot girl himself while watching her. He said, "What do you think Jon will say?"

"I have no idea," Jody said with a wicked grin on her face. "He might freak out and throw us out of his room. He might try to ignore us. Or he might just decide that it's the hottest, kinkiest thing he's ever seen or done. How do you think Mel will react?"

Mike thought a moment. "Mel's pretty wild. She's definitely a free spirit. She's also something of an exhibitionist. I thought I was pretty good at guessing what she's capable of, but after having her suck on me in front of you and your brother, I wouldn't put anything past her. I guess there's only one way to find out."

Mel and Jon were so busy that they didn't even notice their siblings until they had joined them on the bed. Mel, being on her back, was the first to notice. She looked over at Jody, winked at her, and grabbed a handful of Jody's tit as she lay down on her back next to her new friend and co-conspirator. As Mike climbed on top of Jody, he accidentally bumped shoulders with Jon.

Not breaking rhythm, Jon looked at Mike and said, "Did you come over for a lesson on how to make a girl cum?"

Jody said, "Bro, he doesn't need any lessons. He does just fine, thank you very much!" She was going to say more, but at that point Mike positioned himself to enter her.

"Oh this is gonna be good," Jody moaned. "But take it easy, Mike. I've never had a guy as big as you before."

"Little brother," Mel said, gasping for air between thrusts from Jon, "I had to slow down Long Dong Silver here, too. You're about as big as he is. Us sweet, innocent girls are fragile. We need to be treated gently."

Soon, Mike had managed to ease himself all the way inside Jody. Supporting his upper body on his arms, he leaned down and began to kiss her passionately. Their tongues were soon locked together as tightly as their genitals. Jody lifted her legs and wrapped them around Mike's back to draw him into her, and Mike responded by taking slow, deep strokes into her depths.

Jon was looking back and forth between Mel's and Jody's faces and tits as he pounded away at Mel. He had never fucked a girl as hot as Mel, and he had never gotten to watch two beautiful girls getting pleasured at the same time. This was hot!

Jody was forcing herself to keep her eyes open, too. She was smiling through the pleasurable pain of being so over-filled by Mike's big cock. When she saw Jon looking at her, she stared deep into his eyes, and could feel his passion, too. This is so strange, she thought. It's almost as if I'm fucking my brother. As soon as that thought formed in her mind, she started to cum.

Hearing Jody's cum-noise just inches from her ear was all Mel needed to bring on her own orgasm. She grabbed Jon's ass, forcing him to push in and hold himself deep while she ground herself against his pubic bone. She knew her cunt muscles were pulsating wildly along the length of his cock, and part of her wanted him to cum now to bring an end to the session, since she wasn't sure how much more she could take. The rest of her wanted him to wait, because this was possibly the hottest fuck she had ever had. Eventually, she relaxed, and her head slumped back onto the pillows next to Jody's. They locked eyes.

Jon spoke. "Mel, baby, I want to finish off doggy. What do you say?"

Mel tore her gaze away from Jody and looked up at Jon. "Hell, yeah!"

Jon eased out and Mel got on her hands and knees. Both of them paused to look at their siblings rutting away only inches away from them. When Jon slammed himself back into Mel's soaking wet pussy, she let out a loud groan of lust. As he pounded her, he looked at his sister. Her face was flushed and wet with sweat, and he realized that she had never looked as sexy and beautiful as she looked at that moment. She wasn't looking at him, though. She was looking at Mel.

Mike changed his position so he was kneeling and pulling Jody onto him by holding her hips off the bed. He realized he could now clearly see both girls' big, beautiful breasts bouncing with the rhythm of the two couples fucking. This was as good as he had hoped it would be. He was almost ready to cum inside a super-hot girl while watching his gorgeous sister getting fucked!




Jon and Mel and Jody and Mike



Jody reached out and began rolling Mel's one nipple between her fingers. Mel shifted her weight so she could free a hand to return the favor, grabbing one of Jody's firm tits and squeezing it hard. Then the girls began to kiss deeply.

The guys looked at each other. Both their faces were beaming. They gave each other a look that said, unmistakably, "Oh fuck, yeah, this is great!" Both boys then looked back at the chicks making out below them. Neither had ever seen anything that compared with it. When the girls, almost simultaneously, reached a hand down to stroke each other's clits, they all came at once.

When it was over, everyone collapsed into a tangled, slimy, steaming heap. The guys eventually rolled to the edges of the bed, leaving the girls lying together in the middle. Mike wiped his sweaty hair out of his eyes, looked at Jon, cracked a huge, tired smile, and said softly, "Whoa!"

Jon was struggling to get his breathing back under control, and could only mutter, "Yeah, that was fuckin' intense!"

Jody said, "Mike, how damn much did you cum? I thought you came a lot when I gave you head in my room, but I feel like I've got a gallon of jizz running out of me!"

Mel finally stirred herself. "Your big brother dumped at least that much in me. Holy shit, that was good!" Looking at Jody, she said, "Damn, girl, your pussy's a mess!"

Jody giggled. "Yours isn't exactly pristine, you know. What a creampie! We need to clean up."

Mel gave her a wicked look. "Let me help you with that." She pushed herself up on her hands and knees and turned to get a good look at Jody's sloppy cunt. There was renewed tension in the humid, pheromone-laden air. "Waste not, want not," Mel whispered as she lowered her face to Jody's crotch and began to lick her.

Jody let out a moan of surprise and renewed lust, and then grabbed Mel to help position themselves into a sixty-nine. Both girls got to work.

The guys just sat there, staring, their mouths agape as the girls fondled, licked, sucked, and swallowed. Finally, Jon looked at Mike and said, "I thought I had seen the hottest thing in the world when we were all fucking. I was wrong."

Mike finally tore his eyes off the scene in front of him to look at Jon. "When we were going for pizza, I asked you how far this was going to go tonight. I don't think either of us thought it would go this far. Holy fuckin' shit!"

The girls had started out licking each other clean, but soon were lost in the throes of passion. Although both tired and a little sore, they began to really get into it. After a while, both were cumming on each other's tongue. Then they untangled themselves and Mel turned around to lie on her back next to Jody. The guys lay down on their backs on either side of them. Everyone was staring at the ceiling, lost in their own lustful thoughts.

Mel broke the silence. "Well, that was interesting."

Jody giggled. "You could say that."

Jon said, "Sis, we've shared a lot with each other, but you never told me you were bi."

"I'm not, or at least, I wasn't," Jody said quietly.

"Neither am I, or at least I didn't think I was" Mel said. "But, Jody, you tasted really good."

"So did you Mel," Jody said softly.

"You know what else?" Mel said, propping herself up on one elbow to look at her brother. "Your cum tastes great."

"So does yours, Jon," Jody said.

Mel crawled off the bed and stood up. She reached a hand out to Jody and pulled her to her feet next to her. The girls held each other and kissed, running their hands all over each other.

"Guys," Mel said, "you both look like you're going to fall off the edges of the bed. Move a little closer to the center." Both boys scooted themselves away from the edges of the mattress and settled themselves on their backs.

"Look, Mel," Jody said. "They're both hard again."

Mel said, "We've broken a few taboos today, girlfriend. Are you ready to break another?"

"Oh yeah," Jody said, as she climbed onto the bed, straddled her brother, and began to lower herself onto him.