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Kit's Stories - Katie's Man

By: RioRedKing



October 

Kit heard his phone ringing as he lay in the sun soaking up the last rays of the central Texas summer. He had ignored a previous call, but this caller seemed more determined. After the tenth ring, he pushed himself to his feet and went down the steps to the living area of the boathouse. He didn't want to talk to anyone and spoil a perfectly good funk. 

"Hello, Morgan residence." 

"Lazy boy, why don't you answer your phone when it rings instead of just lying in the sun almost naked." 

"Theda! How did you know I was sunbathing?...Oh, you can see me." Theda Pullin lived in an apartment across a narrow arm of the lake. From her balcony she had a view of Kit's living quarters. 

"Yes, I can see a great deal of you. Is that a yellow belt you are wearing?" 

"No, it is a swimsuit that Sophia bought for me. It's called a Speedo, and if you want to come over and sunbathe with me, you can see it. It is not exactly for public wear." 

"Kit, you know that part of our relationship is over and I am involved with someone else now." 

"Yeah, Carter. Theda, he is too old for you." 

"He is not, but you are definitely too young. I need a favor from you." 

"Sure, do you want me to come over and move you? Do you have some heavy lifting for me?" 

"Keep your double entendres to yourself. Do you remember Sandy Rhoades? My assistant in the placement office. She is a petite blonde.." 

"With a really bad temper. I don't think she was too impressed with me that one time I saw her in the office." 

"Just be quiet for a minute and listen. She was having a bad day that day. She is a single mom raising an adorable five-year-old daughter. Katie, the daughter, had an accident at daycare that day and Sandy was stressed about that. She asked me the next week if she should call you to apologize for being snippy. Actually she has had quite a string of bad days. The worst was losing her husband in a flying accident while she was pregnant with Katie. He was Air Force and training for combat. They are not sure what happened as the plane went down off the California coast and neither the plane nor the bodies were recovered. She came back to Texas to live with hers as she had no close family of her own. Then her father-in-law died of a heart attack two weeks after she moved in." 

"Man, that is rough, but that was five years ago." 

"And she has not made any real effort to move on with a life of her own. She still lives with her mother, and she devotes herself completely to Katie. She doesn't date or have any friends to pal around with. And that brings us to you and the favor I need." 

"Wait, Theda. Don't go there. I am not going to let you set me up with a grieving single mom. I would be totally out of my depth. I am not in any position to get serious about a relationship and I may need therapy more than I could provide it." 

"Oh, what's wrong? Is there a problem I can help you with." 

"I guess I am just depressed. School has started and I am totally out of athletics. I guess I am feeling abandoned, too. No Mom: Dad in west Texas; Sophia back in her life; you and Carter have paired up...I just go to school and work on my tan." 

"Kit, I think you need a project and that is what I called you about." 

"Theda, I told you I am not up for any widow ladies." 

"How are you with five-year-olds and carnivals?" 

"I like kids and I like carnivals. Where are you going with this?" 

"I have become kind of an honorary aunt to Katie. The last few months, she has begun talking to an imaginary friend. She says he stays with her most of the time and watches over her while she sleeps. She will interrupt a conversation with Sandy or me to tell us what her friend says or thinks about the situation. We are worried that she is unable to ell the difference in fantasy and reality." 

"Theda, it is not unusual for only children to have an imaginary companion. They often need someone to validate their identity and provide support. Someone who is just theirs." 

"You sound like you have experience with this. Did you have a friend, Kit?" 

"Yes. Jo-Jo was my friend from about three until I started pre-school at five." 

"What happened to him?" 

"I don't know. My mom said that once I had more human playmates, I quit mentioning him. I don't remember." 

"Katie has lots of friends in preschool. She is very social and her friend just showed up a few months ago. When her grandmother tries to convince her that "her man" is not real, Katie becomes very frustrated that no one except her can see "her man." 

"Theda, it's nothing to worry about. She will outgrow her little friend." 

"It's not a little friend, Kit. When you ask Katie what her man looks like, she always goes to a picture of her dad in his flight suit. Sandy had kept it on her nightstand until Katie began saying that was "her man." When Sandy hid the photo in the closet, Katie went to the closet and demanded that ":her man" be returned. Sandy has tried replacing the photo with others, but Katie gets upset and breaks them. And then goes to wherever the flight suit picture is and demands its replacement." 

"Katie breaks any picture except the one of her dad in his flight suit?" 

"Well, that is part of the problem. Katie says that she doesn't break the pictures. She says that "her man" does it." 

Kit chuckled. "That is a handy way to get out of trouble. My mom said that I accused Jo-Jo of writing on the walls and shutting the cat up in a drawer. How does Katie's man break the pictures?" 

"Some are thrown against the wall; some have the glass smashed right there on the nightstand; and one of Sandy and her high school sweetheart looked like it was burned inside the frame on the nightstand. It scared Sandy to death that Katie would play with matches.' 

"I can understand that, Theda, but what do you want me to do? Sounds like the kid might need a child psychologist, but again I would be way out of my comfort zone trying to counsel a five year old girl." 

"Kit, I want you to take her to the Huaco Fair. She has been talking about seeing the animals and is fascinated by the rides and games at the carnival. As the honorary aunt, I will foot the bill—the tickets to the fair and rides, money for the games on the midway and junk food. You might even enjoy it." 

"Why don't you and her mother and grandmother take her? Why me? I don't know anything about little girls. What if she has to go to the bathroom? Don't little girls have to go potty? This could be a real wreck. Man, what if she started crying. Theda, I can't do this." 

"I think I hear a six foot five inch ex-jock being panicked by the thought of a five year old blonde angel with blue eyes and dimples.. I need you to go because we have been talking and it has occurred to us that Katie has absolutely no real male influences in her life. She is totally surrounded by females. Maybe "her man" is just a projection of what she feels is missing in her life. We want to give her just a taste of a maleness to see if there is any change in her imaginary relationship. Also, all three of the grown women in her life would rather handle live snakes than be caught on carnival rides. Being a jock, you might win her a teddy on the midway. I talked to Dr. Dotson in psychology; he said it wouldn't hurt, and we might get an insight into what Katie is thinking. You wouldn't counsel, just listen and report back to us. And to calm your fears, Sandy will be with you in case of tears or potty duty. I will give you $200 that you can use for expenses. You can keep whatever you don't spend. The answer to "Why me?"is that I trust you. I know you have the intelligence and sensitivity to do this." 

"Wow! Who else is going to be going—you-the grandmother?" 

"Just you three. Eva, the grandmother, has a church retreat this weekend and I am flying to Houston to play mixed doubles with Carter. I thought you might go on Friday night so it will be slightly less crowded—high school football, you know. So, how about it?" 

Kit paused to formulate his refusal. He really had nothing going for the weekend, but as much as he liked Theda, he couldn't see himself spending an evening with an edgy widow and her neurotic kid. He might go to the fair by himself. He would tell Theda he had to study to prepare for the next week's classes. He opened his mouth to start the explanation, but what came out was, "OK." 

"Thank-you, Kit. Thank you so much. I know this is not something you would really want to do, but you are doing it for Katie and for me. If you will come by the placement center before Friday, you can get reacquainted with Sandy and I will give you the expenses. Katie will be thrilled and this may really be good for her. Thank you. I just love you. If you were twenty years older, I'd throw Carter away and marry you." 

Kit heard the connection end as Theda hung up. He stammered into the dead line, "Theda, I didn't mean OK, I meant NO. Somebody else said that—maybe Katie's man, ha, ha. Oh, hell, she's not there and I'm stuck." 

Kit hung up the phone and stood there-77 inches of dejection in a yellow Speedo. "How am I going to manage a night with a pert, snippy blond mom, a wired tot, and "Katie's man?" 

He thought he heard a chuckle, but Kit didn't laugh and he was sure that he was alone. 

************** 

Kit's last class on Thursday dismissed at 2:00. He pulled the Camaro into the parking lot of the placement center where both Theda and Sandy worked. He smiled at the memory of Theda on the hot leather seats. He had spent two days searching for a way to abort what he was sure was going to a train wreck. But short of outright lying or openly disappointing a woman he cared a great deal for, there was no way. The smile faded from his face as he walked to the door. With a deep sigh of resignation, Kit forced a happy face as he opened the door. 

The petite blonde swiveled from her typewriter to face the door. An automatic smile of welcome on her generous lips widened when recognition kicked in. 

"Oh, good, Mr. Morgan, you're here. Let me buzz Theda." 

As she pressed the intercom and spoke into the microphone, Kit refreshed his memory of Sandy Rhoades. Strawberry blonde hair parted and swept down with an inward curl at the jaw line. A sharp upturned nose with a scattering of freckles. From beneath unfashionable heavy brows, cobalt blue eyes flashed up at him. The mouth was probably too wide for such a small woman, but it brought a sensuous impact to a face that would otherwise just be cute. She stood and moved around the desk with her hand extended. As Kit stepped to shake her hand, Sandy tripped and fell toward him with both hands flying. Kit instinctively made a cradle with his arms and caught Sandy before she could hit the floor. Her arms locked around his neck to steady herself as his hands stopped her fall with a small firm breast in each palm. When he lifted her up, he felt her nipples swell into hard nuggets. Sandy's arms remained locked around Kit's neck as he lifted her back upright and he slid his hands from her chest to the tiny waist just above a surprisingly abundant swell of hips. Kit looked around as again he thought he heard a soft laugh. 

"Are you OK? You didn't hurt yourself?" he asked. 

"I am fine. I don't know what I could have tripped over: She looked back at the smooth uncluttered floor. "I am not usually so clumsy. I hope you have not come to tell us you have backed out. When Theda told me Tuesday that you agreed, I made the mistake of telling Katie. She said she already knew—her man told her. She has been bouncing off the walls every day looking forward to this trip." 

"I'm looking forward to it." Kit glibly lied, "We'll have a great time. I thought I might run a basic itinerary by you. I don't know much about little girls and I'm afraid I might choose an activity that you would consider inappropriate." 

Theda came into the room in time to hear the last comment. She walked over to give Kit a hug and a big smacking kiss on the cheek. Kit was slightly abashed by the open show of affection. When he shifted uncomfortably, Theda snickered and reached around his waist with both arms. She pulled him tightly to herself and grinned. 

"Quit trying to get away. Kit. Sandy and I are best female friends. We have very few secrets from each other. She knows what we were to each other and what the relationship is now. Just because we are no longer lovers doesn't mean that I can't enjoy hugging that hard body of yours." 

Sandy was pointedly looking out the window with a small smile on her face. Kit's embarrassment spiked even higher when Theda patted him on the rump. "OK, I'll quit teasing you. You're doing us a favor and I hope you will bring some sunshine to a little girl that I treasure very much.' 

"Oh, yes, Mr. Morgan" said Sandy. "If you can help us understand what Katie needs and why she has this obsession with "her man", I will be so grateful." 

"As well you should be, and I think he will be more comfortable with Kit than Mr. Morgan," said Theda. She handed Kit a handful of folded bills. "Take this and spend it on a good time for my girls and yourself." 

Kit took the money and looked silently at the two women. Sandy was in full mother mode and took everything Theda said to be referring to Katie. Theda had a glint in her eye which made Kit wonder which of the blondes Theda thought he should tend to. He knew that Theda was a highly intelligent and subtle woman. He suspected that he had just received Theda's blessing to give any attention to Sandy that seemed right. 

Still in mother mode, Sandy asked, "What did you have in mind for tomorrow, Kit?" 

Kit's male mind immediately returned to those hard nipples and perky breasts, but he said, "I thought I might meet you at your home after you pick up Katie. That would give you a chance to change into casual clothes and get anything done you need to at home. Then we could go in my car—Katie might like riding in a convertible. We can either get something to eat on the way or eat at the fair. We can wander through the animal exhibits and if it is still hot we can go in the equestrian center to watch the horses until it cools off. Then on to the midway for games and rides until our youngest member wears out." 

Theda said, "That's a great plan, but I'm afraid that you two may wear out before Katie. I wish I could go, but this is an important tournament for our ranking. If Carter and I can get to the semifinals, we will move up to a top five ranking and if we win, we could be as high as number two in the state." 

"Hard to give up the competitive rush, isn't it?" said Kit. 

"Yes, I am so glad that Carter reintroduced me to tennis. It fills a part of me that I had been missing." 

"And Carter fills another part of you that I have been missing," thought Kit. 

"I usually get home about 4:30 on Fridays," said Sandy. "We usually eat about six so we can decide where to eat tomorrow with Katie's input. It is her night out, but I admit that I am looking forward to what I have been missing." Kit and Theda's eyes flew open in surprise at the double meaning. Sandy continued, "A totally frivolous evening out entertaining my baby." She handed Kit a folded note. "Here's my address, I hope you can find my place without any trouble. Theda said you know the area really well, so you shouldn't have any trouble finding the right place." 

"I am sure that I can handle it." Kit managed with a straight face. 

"Let me walk you out, Kit." said Theda. 

"What do you want me to wear tomorrow, Kit? Is there anything I shouldn't wear?" 

"I'll just wear jeans and a knit shirt, Sandy. Very casual. Wear comfortable walking shoes." 

As Kit and Theda closed the door behind them, she said, "Do you think you can provide what she has been missing, Kit? What about finding her place? You were pretty good at finding my places and I didn't even know I had them. And what about what you want her to wear or not wear? Hmmm!" Theda collapsed in laughter. 

"Theda, please, I don't think she meant any of that the way you are insinuating." 

"No, of course not, but it seems that most of her Freudian slips are under her skirt. Take care of her and her precious baby. I trust you to help them find their path to a new life. Just like you helped me find mine. " Kit received another big hug and kiss before he drove off wondering if he was always to be a temporary solution. 

********** 

When Kit pulled the Camaro convertible up to the address Sandy had given him, he was impressed with the sprawling ranch-style home. On a generous corner lot in an upper-end development, the house and grounds were well groomed and cared for. The three car attached garage was closed so Kit parked in the street and walked up to the front door. He rang the doorbell twice, but got no response and could hear nothing inside. He decided to wait in the car and listen to his new 8-track tape of Led Zepplin. As he fell into the music, he noticed the branches of the lush shrubbery swirling in the wind. The leaves moved in a manic pattern until they seemed to form an outline of a face that turned toward Kit. In Kit's fanciful mood, the hissing and rattling of the wind in the bushes sounded like words. The face in the shrubs seemed to speak, "Looove her. Sheeee neeeeds..." 

Kit's reverie was broken by an older model maroon SAAB turning into the driveway He recognized Sandy's pert face behind the wheel and a smaller version of the same peered out the rear window. Kit got out of his car and noticed how still and warm the day was. He wondered where the wind had gone. 

When Sandy opened the rear door, a three and a half foot tall blonde tot jumped from the car and ran to meet Kit halfway across the lawn. "You're Kit and you've come to take us to the fair and help Mom." Her blue eyes took in his lanky frame and a huge smile beamed on her face. 

"You're absolutely right," he responded. "We can go in my car with the top down if you like. I think we will have a great time, but I don't know what I am supposed to do for your mom." 

"You're spoze to lay her, but I don't know what that means, but my man says you will." 

Sandy had been retrieving her and Katie's paraphernalia from the car and had not heard Katie's opening salvo. She arrived with an armful of purses and bags and said, "Katie, I see you have been making friends with Mr. Kit. Let's go in the house and get ready to go to the fair." 

"I know," Katie said to her mother's back. "My man told me." She reached up to take Kit's hand. "Come on in the house and I'll show you something." She pulled Kit past her mom waiting at the open door. Leading Kit to the atrium doors leading onto a brick patio and a large privacy fenced back yard. Beneath the large live oak trees were play areas—swings, slides, sand piles, and a tot-sized playhouse. "This is my best place." Katie said, motioning to the yard. 

"I see why." Kit said. "You have everything there to have a great time." 

"Katie," said Sandy, "run to the bathroom while I talk to Mr. Kit for a moment, then you can show him your yard while I get dressed." As Katie headed off in a run down the hallway, Sandy said, "She is usually more reserved with strangers, but she seems very taken with you. That's good; maybe she will open up about this imaginary man to you. I'll change into some more casual clothes when she gets back. I asked her where she wanted to eat and she said she wanted corny dogs at the fair. I guess she has been talking to the other kids at day care because we have never had a corny dog in the house." 

Katie arrived back at that time and grabbing Kit's hand said, "Come on in the yard, Kit. I need to show you something." 

"Mr. Kit, Katie. You should call him Mr. Kit." 

"My man said his name was Kit, not Mr.Kit." flashed the golden haired child. 


Kit's Stories - Katie's Man Ch. 02



I hate these disclaimers, but if you haven't read Katie's Man, some of this story may not make much sense to you. The response to the first part has been very gratifying. Thank you and happy New Year to all.

*

As Kit drove home from his Tuesday classes, he pondered the possibility that he would never be able to understand or hold on to the women in his life. It seemed that they washed over him like a rock on the shore and then receded out of his reach. He was beginning to think there was some personality defect or character flaw in him that caused the problem.

This last weekend, Halloween, was a perfect example. Against his better judgment, he had escorted a young widow, Sandy Rhoades, and her five year old daughter to the country fair and carnival that happened to fall on the spookiest holiday of the year. He had actually had a great time culminating in being charmed by a five year old, and sharing a sexual partner, the widow, with her husband's spirit. Later, the sex had been interrupted by Sandy's mother's unscheduled early return, but Kit was young, and the embarrassment had faded since Saturday morning.

Kit had called Sandy on Saturday night to check that things were OK for her at home, but she only replied briefly and he understood that she could not talk freely at that time. He had ordered flowers on Monday sent to her at work, the placement office. When he went by before classes this morning, the yellow roses sat on Sandy's desk, but the room was full of people and she thanked him briefly and said they were so busy that she couldn't stop to talk at that time. Sandy's boss and Kit's friend, Theda, looked out of her office with an enigmatic smile that threatened to turn into a snicker before she ducked back into her office. Kit left confused and bewildered again.

Kit pulled into the garage at the Cliff House and pushed the button to lower the door. He carried his books into the upper level of the house and made his way down the three levels to the lake where he lived in a small apartment above the boat house. He reflected again that perhaps it was time to move into the main house. It sat empty with his father in west Texas and his mother who knows where. It would be more convenient, especially this winter.

As he crossed the dock and climbed the ladder to his apartment, he noticed the wind was switching to the north. The forecast was for a quick cool-off and the end of the unseasonably warm weather. He placed his books on the table that he used as a desk and kicking off his shoes and shirt, he slouched outside into a sling chair to enjoy the afternoon rays. He didn't know what, if anything, to do about Sandy. He had enjoyed her company and the enthusiastic sex, but she didn't seem eager to talk with him now.

Perhaps she was just embarrassed over being discovered in the act on her mother's sofa. Kit sighed. Perhaps he should just give her some time and then try calling again. The phone rang. Kit moved quickly inside and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Morgan residence. This is Kit speaking."

"Oh, good, I caught you...I mean you are just who I wanted to talk to...This is Eva Rhoades. I have been trying to call you all morning, but now I've caught you...again...caught you..." A most unladylike snort came through the phone line.

"I didn't mean that I had caught you again...you know..." The silence on the line grew for a moment as Kit did not know how to respond. From the line came a giggle. "I am Sandy's mother, and I need..." The giggling grew to a chuckle and then to a full fledged belly-laugh.

"This conversation is not going like I fantasized...er...imagined." Eva broke up in uncontrollable laughter leaving Kit more confused. "Sorry, young man, I'll call you back when I get control of myself."

The phone went dead in Kit's hand. His memory showed him a picture of a well-preserved fifty-something wearing tailored slacks and a flowered silk sleeveless blouse.

She had apparently just entered her front entry door as he was finishing in Sandy's rear door. Sandy's knees were on the arm of the overstuffed sofa with one arm braced against the back. The other arm had alternately clutched backward at Kit's butt or pulled her ass cheek open for his easier penetration. He knew both of them had been noisy because they had thought the house was empty.

Their backs were to the entry door, so Eva's throat clearing just after Kit had coated Sandy's bowels with a full load came as a surprise. Kit's cock had softened and slipped out of Sandy's butt, and he was leaned over her holding her while they caught their breath when Eva spoke. She had stood there holding a small overnight bag and did not seem angry. Sandy's embarrassment forced her to flee naked down the hall leaving Kit to face Mrs. Rhoades alone.

She enquired first about Katie, her granddaughter, and when she was satisfied that Katie was taken care of, she suggested that perhaps Kit might remove himself and perhaps come back some day for a swim. He took that to be a slightly snide shot as his lack of clothing. He pulled on his shorts and in an effort to make some reply said she might come swim with him at the Cliff House.

He wished now that he had not felt it necessary to respond at all. He had no intention of swimming with Eva Rhoades, and could not imagine what on earth she was calling him about except to make clear that his behavior in her house was atrocious. He decided that if what she wanted was to chew him out, he would simply agree and apologize.

Meanwhile, Eva had been collecting herself after that unfortunate beginning to the phone call. Her memory also returned to Saturday morning when she had returned home early after a plumbing failure brought her church retreat to an early and stinky ending. She had told Sandy to expect her at twilight, so Eva was about eight hours early. A green convertible was parked on her side of the driveway, so she parked in the street in front and carried her bag to unlock the front door.

As Eva had opened the door, she heard Sandy's voice shriek out in a shrill cry. Immediately, Eva stepped through the foyer to rescue Sandy if she was in trouble. She was frozen by the scene that met her eyes. A large naked man stood behind a naked Sandy who was perched on her knees on the arm of Eva's living room sofa. His left hand covered Sandy's left breast and his right hand was fisted in her hair. Sandy's left arm was grasping the man's butt cheek and her right arm steadied her on the couch. He was thrusting vigorously at Sandy's rear and she was dipping her shoulders and pushing backwards to meet his thrusts.

"Oooh! Fuck meee!" Sandy cried in her excitement. Eva looked around the room at the clothes the two had strewn all over. Sandy's tiny bikini panties shone as they hung from the chandelier. Eva realized that Sandy was not in need of her aid and stepped back into the foyer before she was seen.

Eva had never witnessed the sex act and Sandy's cries along with Kit's grunts enticed her into peeping around the entryway to watch the drama. Sandy seemed to be overcome by some sort of spasms and she shook uncontrollably while Kit held her with both arms. She soon stopped shaking long enough to call out to her lover, "Fuck my ass, Kit." Sandy reached with her left hand and pulled her cheek to the side.

Eva was shocked into immobility as the man withdrew an immense shaft from Sandy's vagina and began working it into Sandy's anus. He reached underneath to jiggle Sandy's clit and gather her fluids to lubricate his entry. As he began slowly working deeper, Sandy began rocking back. Eva's nipples rose to stiffness inside her light bra and she felt a tickle in her lower belly. Her loins began to feel heavy and full as she watched Kit achieve full entry. He began long slow strokes while Sandy murmured her approval. Eva hips began to unconsciously mimic Sandy's motions as she arched her back and spread her feet.

Kit reached again for Sandy's breast and with his right hand began to vigorously diddle Sandy's clitoris. His thrusts gained speed and Sandy began to howl again from his clitoral stimulation. His grunts exploded until he thrust deeply into Sandy and fell forward to cover and hold her tiny body.

Eva had been told all her life that the sexual act was ugly, but as she stood there amazed, she found nothing unseemly about it. The young man murmured, "Sandy, you are amazing," just as his penis slipped from Sandy's bottom. The fluid residues began to drip from his appendage and a milky fluid seeped from Sandy's swollen bottom down her leg.

As Eva remembered the occasion, she regretted only the precipitous way in which she had handled the next few minutes. In her mind she was reacting to the body fluids all over her sofa, but her body knew differently. Eva did not recognize her own arousal as the key that had caused her to inject herself into the room.

"Really," she thought, "sofas can be cleaned and I had told Sandy that I would not return until much later. She had every expectation of privacy and the young man was just collateral damage. He was obviously not at fault."

Eva reached for the phone again only slightly aware of the slight flush on her neck and face, her hardened nipples, and the swollen labia she squeezed between her crossed thighs. If asked, she would have said they were due to being embarrassed. Her raised foot pumped in imitation of Kit's thrusts. She dialed the number again.

Expecting the call, Kit answered after the first ring. In a less than cheerful voice, he prepared to take his medicine. "Kit Morgan."

"This is Eva Rhoades, Mr. Morgan. I will try to control myself this time.. I am sure you are wondering what type of a madcap Katie has for a grandmother and why she is calling in the middle of the day."

"Mrs. Rhoades, I admit I am a bit confused, but I want to apologize again for the scene on Saturday. It is your home and you should not have been exposed to such behavior in your own living room."

"Nonsense, Mr. Morgan, it is Sandy's home as well as mine and I had told her I would return much later, and anyway I was not exposed, you and Sandy were exposed..." Eva could not contain herself any longer and burst into laughter. Kit grinned ruefully into his end of the line and then joined her in full-hearted chuckles.

"Mrs. Rhoades..."

"Please call me Eve instead of Mrs. Rhoades; we have had at least the equivalent of a social introduction."

Kit broke up in laughter and stopped only long enough to respond, "I will, Eva, but only if you call me Kit and promise that Sandy is well. She seems unwilling to talk to me."

"Yes, Kit, she is fine. She is just embarrassed....bare assed...indeed she was and you too...bare assed..." Off Eva went in gales of hilarity which Kit could not help but join.

"Kit, this conversation is going no where over the phone. I called to ask you to return to the scene of the deed to have lunch with me. I wanted to talk about the situation when Sandy was at work and we were alone. Would that be possible?"

"Tomorrow I get out of class at 11:00, but Thursday I have a language lab from 2:00 till 4:00 in the afternoon. I am free again at 11:00 on Friday. Would any of those times suit your schedule?"

"I think sooner is better than later. What about tomorrow? A light lunch, very casual, soup, maybe chicken and dumplings, and deli sandwiches, then we can have our talk, then maybe a swim if the weatherman permits."

"Sounds great! I never turn down a free meal, but can I bring something?"

"Nope, just an appetite and some information that I want to get from you. About 11:30?"

"That sounds fine, Eva. I will see you tomorrow."

As they hung up, both were thinking of what the next day would bring. Kit expected Eva to quiz him about his intentions toward Sandy and Katie in the mode of a protective mother. He kept getting mixed signals. Eva really did nave reasons for serious concern, but her behavior was not angry or serious, but more happy and even flirty.

Eva did not know why she kept saying the things that slipped out of her mouth. They were much more frivolous than she intended and seemed to claim a familiarity with Kit that she had not earned. She was confused by her own actions, but had to admit that she had enjoyed talking to the young man who was coming to eat tomorrow.

The wind swirled heavier from the north. The leaves in Katie's sandbox swirled into a column that was almost man-like. A faint chuckle sounded through the breeze.

*******

Kit arrived at 11:20 with the convertible buttoned up against the chilly breeze and cloudy skies of the front that had pushed in overnight. He opened the trunk and from an ice chest took a bottle of wine. He unwrapped the wet towel that had cushioned the bottle during his trip and walked briskly to the front door. As he reached for the door bell, the entry door swung open, Eva had been watching and waiting for his arrival.

As the door swung open, they both got their first objective look at each other. Eva saw a tall, slender young man standing in run over boat shoes. His long legs were covered in faded, but clean jeans, and he was wearing a yellow long-sleeved tee-shirt with Ocean Pacific in script across the chest. Beneath a longish mop of blonde hair, his eyes were studying her from head to toe. Eva unconsciously straightened her back and squared her shoulders. Then she noticed the wine bottle he was holding out to her in both hands.

"Oh, wine! How thoughtful!" she beamed at him as she took the bottle. "A very nice California chardonnay to go with the chicken soup and you have even chilled it. Are you a wine connoisseur along with your other talents?"

"Not really," Kit responded as he was checking out his hostess. Eva was probably half a foot taller than Sandy and a dark as Sandy was fair. Her dark hair curved in neatly below her chin and had golden and auburn streaks which hid the encroaching grey. Her most arresting features were her large dark eyes beneath thick eyebrows over a wide and sensuous mouth. She would have been a Sophia Loren look alike without the angular bone structure which changed her from beautiful to striking.

She was wearing a tan loose weave sweater that was almost bulky enough to hide the jutting cone-shaped breasts that seemingly defied age and gravity. Beneath the sweater, Kit recognized black ballet tights at Capri length showing slim ankles above grungy once white ballet slippers on her feet. Her wide lips were curved in a welcoming smile. "If you are not a sophisticate, how did you know what wine would be perfect?"

"Just a lucky guess from my parents' wine cellar. I'm glad you like it."

"I am sure I will. Come on in out of the wind. I just put this sweater on to go outside and start the hot tub. I am afraid it may be too cold for a long swim, but perhaps we can warm up in the spa." As Eva turned away, she said over her shoulder, "I thought we could eat in the kitchen, it's more cozy and friendly. Follow me."

As she walked away, Kit's eyes did indeed follow her, particularly her ass. Beneath the black tights, her substantial mature buns flexed in her stride. There was no extraneous shake or wiggle; she was obviously well-toned for a woman of her age. Kit had figured that Eva must be in her fifties, but she moved with lightness more common in women half her age. Kit stayed just far enough behind to take in the view.

Eva led Kit into a spacious kitchen on the back corner of the house. The décor was inviting with light colored oak cabinets with dark reddish granite countertops. The glass-fronted upper cabinets sparkled in front of colorful dishes. A breakfast nook at the end of the counter had an L-shaped bench seat against the counter and wall and two oak dining chairs on the open side. A door opened onto a small patio with a table and chairs for warmer days. Through the glass, Kit could see the back yard with Katie's play area and the large pool. The hot tub was steaming merrily at the near end of the pool. An array of odors met Kit—chicken soup, baked bread, coffee—his stomach growled loudly.

"Oh excuse me. I'm sorry, but it smells so delicious. I love chicken and dumplings. My grandmother in Ft. Davis fixes me a huge pot when I visit. I always make a pig of myself."

"I am so glad your appetite is in place. But now you are going to think of me as a grandmotherly person. I am, of course, Katie's grandmother, but..."

"Eva, you are not grandmotherly at all. You look to be in wonderful shape for a woman in her middle-forties." The last was said with a slight grin. Kit knew no woman of Eva's age would be offended by being thought ten years younger than she was.

Eva leaned against a kitchen island holding the wine as she snorted the same amused sound Kit had heard on the phone. "Oh, you charmer. You are trying to get on my good side. Mid-forty's indeed, I would have had to have started really early to make that true. Kit, I'm fifty-seven."

Kit feigned mock astonishment. "I can't believe it; you must have had Dusty when you were a child bride. Anyway I can't tell which is your good side. All of your sides look very good to me." Kit reached to take Eva's forearms and pull her first one way and then the other as he studied her from head to toe. "Nope, all sides look good to me."

Eva allowed herself to be posed for Kit's scrutiny. She felt a flush spread from between her breasts up her neck, and chill bumps spread from where his hands rested on her forearms on to the backs of her upper arms. The tickle returned to her lower belly.

As Eva looked up into Kit's eyes, he realized that he was becoming aroused. The whole setting appealed to him—the sensory overload of the warm welcoming kitchen, the responsiveness and good humor of Eva to his playfulness, the memory of last Saturday. Kit did not release Eva's arms. He stroked the tops of Eva's arms with his thumbs and pressed her backward gently. As she leaned back against the island, Kit stepped closer until his toes were almost touching hers. It was a blatant invasion of Eva's space and both could feel the other's body heat.

"Could I help you with anything?' Kit asked as he stared down into the brown pools of Eva's eyes. He saw the wrinkles running away from the corners of her eyes and the slight roughness of her untended lips.

Eva shivered as if awakening. She raised the wine bottle between them and said, "You can open this while I lay out...lay out...the food. I will lay out the food." She handed him the wine and whirled quickly away to open a drawer and hand a corkscrew to Kit. As he opened the bottle and set it on the island, she walked over to the glass front cabinet and opening it reached for the wine goblets on a top shelf.

When Eva stretched up, on her toes, Kit got an even better look at her tight ass. He quickly stepped up behind her and placed his left hand on her shoulder. Holding her still, he reached over Eva to take down two glasses. He pressed against Eva's back as he reached around her with his right hand to offer her the glasses. The result was almost an embrace.

Eva remained very still as Kit held the glasses in front of her. Her hands were resting on the counter top and when he lowered the glasses, his forearm brushed across the tips of Eva's breasts. With a quick intake of breath, Eva pushed her chest forward to increase the pressure through the thick sweater. She arched her back pushing the thin tights against Kit's upper thigh in unconscious imitation of what she had seen Sandy do on Saturday. She felt Kit lean down so that his warm breath caressed her neck and ear.

"Here are the glasses. Do you have any more tasks that a tall guy could be good at?" Kit did not know where this was going, but if Eva wanted to flirt and feed him, he was willing to participate fully. He was surprised when Eva quickly picked the glasses from his hand and whirled away from him to march around the island and pour two half glasses of the chardonnay. She slid one across the granite countertop toward him.




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man Ch. 02



"You just sit there while I lay out...put the meal on the table. I thought it would be nice if we ate at the nookie...the breakfast nook." She took a large gulp of her wine and moved to the stove. Kit was again admiring her bottom when Eva took the lid from the soup pot. The steam roiled up in a strange way, and as Eva dished up two bowls of the hot soup, Kit's mouth fell open. The steam over Eva's shoulder took on the now familiar likeness of Katie's man, who was also Eva's son. He seemed to grin at Kit and nodded his head with a wink toward Eva.

Eva turned from the stove. "Your wine is very good. Do you want to wash up before we eat? There is a half-bath right here." She paused and looked more closely at Kit. "Why, what's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost." Again the cheerful snort and chuckle. She carried the bowls to the breakfast nook.

Kit rallied from his shock. He needed a moment to organize his thoughts. "Yes, Eva, I will wash up. Excuse me." He made his escape into the bath and leaned against the closed door. He had thought this lunch was about mending fences for Sandy's home life, but apparently Katie's man is still around. But Kit wasn't sure what might be required of him.

Kit shook his head and stepped to the lavatory to wash his face and hands. When he turned on the water, a huge puff of steam made him leap backward. The mirror fogged over completely and an invisible finger began sketching on the mist with admirable accuracy and economy of line. A naked female figure that could be no one but Eva was bent over with her heavy pointed tits hanging down. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open in ecstasy. Behind her, a misty Kit was grasping her hips while pumping her from behind. Above the figures, the finger wrote, "Part 2."

As Kit stared, the picture faded except for one small spot where a thumbprint appeared with the word, "Deal?" Kit pressed his thumb to the glass and murmured, "Deal."

*******

When Kit walked back into the kitchen, Eva was arranging lunch meats, condiments, chips, and sides on a tray. She said, "If you will carry these to the table, I will get the buns from the warming oven. I do love warm buns."

"As do I," sighed Kit quietly as he watched Eva's derriere when she bent over to take out the home made rolls. With her feet spread slightly, Kit could catch the hint of a camel toe between her thighs in the black tights.

"I heard that, and that is one of the things I wanted to talk to you about. On Saturday, you seemed to be enjoying Sandy's warm buns, and she seemed equally enthusiastic. She refuses to talk to me about your relationship. It seems to have developed so fast, unless you have been seeing each other on the sly."

"Eva, my mother said never to talk to one woman about another woman, but I will make an exception in this case since I am sure you have nothing but Sandy's welfare in mind.

The fact is that there really is no relationship. We had one great date at the fair and somehow were carried away by a passion that I really don't understand. Sandy has not been willing to talk to me. I have no clue as to how she feels. I don't know if she regrets what happened or if she is horribly embarrassed by your catching us, or if she just finds me awful. I would enjoy her company in the future if she would want that, but I can understand how she might just want to put me behind her."

Kit halted and stared into Eva's eyes with a bewildered look. She watched his face for any hint of knowledge of what he had just said. When he just looked stricken, Eva had pity for the young man. When he looked confused, she thought to herself, "Hot buns—she certainly did put you behind her or maybe in her behind..."But Eva only handed him a bun—"Let's eat."

During the meal, Eva led Kit to tell her about himself—his interests, his dysfunctional family life, his parents' impending divorce, his still undeclared major. "I don't really know what I want to do with my life. I have always been a jock, but I can't see myself coaching. I guess that I really don't have to do anything yet, so I just keep looking."

Kit was finishing his second large bowl of chicken and dumplings and had destroyed a poor boy bun full of meat and cheese. He had hardly touched his wine, but had drunk Dr. Pepper with his meal. Feeling very full and content, he said, "I've been doing all the talking. Why don't you tell me about yourself? The meal was wonderful, but I really don't know why you invited me. Are you ready to tell me?"

Eva paused, "It is really all part and parcel of the same thing, Kit, who I am and why I asked you to come." Eva's courage failed her at this point, she said, "I hope you saved room for desert. It is a specialty of mine and was Dusty's absolute favorite, banana pudding."

"Ooooh," Kit moaned. "I love banana pudding, but I am so full right now that I couldn't do it justice. Maybe we could save it for after you tell me your story?"

"That's a good plan. How about a walk around the neighborhood to settle our meal? We can walk and talk and then come back here for desert."

"Sounds like a plan. Let me help you clean up the kitchen before we go."

"You really are well mannered. I could get used to having you---having you around. Heh, heh."

Kit raised his eyebrows as Eva's flirtatious manner seemed to be returning. They quickly straightened the breakfast nook and island. As they moved around there were numerous bumps and touchings. Both tacitly enjoyed the physical byplay as they finished up.

When they stepped outside, the north wind cooled the heat that had been building. Eva said, "You didn't bring a jacket. Is it going to be too cold?"

"No, walking will keep us warm enough. Lead off and tell me your story and why I am here."

The neighborhood had broad sidewalks through the rolling hills and trees. The streets wound to give the expensive houses space and privacy. Eva started off up a slight hill and said, "You have to promise to listen and not tell me I am a foolish old woman, even if you think that I am. OK?"

"I would never tell anyone as beautiful as you who can fix chicken and dumplings and who has a banana pudding waiting for me anything that would spoil the moment."

"You are a charmer, but here goes. Lawton and I married young. Our families had adjoining farms in east Texas just south of Fairfield. We were both only children who went to school together and church together and everyone just assumed that we would marry. Lawton was a really bright student and his parents scraped together the money to send him to Texas A&M to study agriculture."

"What did you do, Eva?"

"Oh, I waited for him. He asked me to at high school graduation, so I worked on the farms with my dad and his. I just waited. That's what women did then.

"He had always had a knack with machinery of all kinds and at College Station, he kept all the farm equipment in repair. Some of his friends from the engineering school began bringing him their problems and he fixed those. To make a long story short, he switched to engineering without telling his dad and graduated at the top of his class. We had been engaged for about a year when the truth came out at graduation. His dad had a fit, "Who do you think is going to run these two farms when Willis and I are too old, young man, while you are off tinkering with your machines."

"Lawton said, 'I'll pay you back, Dad, for my education, but Eva and I are off to Tulsa for my job.' He grabbed my hand and his diploma, and we got in the old Model A he had bought and patched together. We found a preacher and got married that afternoon. It was not a romantic wedding, but Lawton called it an engineered wedding.

"He went to work for Mid-Continent Oil. The oil business did not suffer as much as some during the depression, so we always had enough. Lawton was still solving problems and he patented several of his ideas that became standard in the oil fields. They made him a lot of money. He built both our parents new homes on the farms and when we inherited the land, he leased it to old classmates who were still farming.

"We were beginning to think we would never have any children when I got pregnant with Dusty. He was really Lawton, Jr., but when he was about two, he was playing in the dirt yard we had in Midland and I said, 'Boy, look at you. You're dusty.' He said, 'I Dusty, Dusty Rhoades.' And we thought it was funny and so he was always Dusty after that. There's a park up here with a bench. Let's sit for a while.

"We hoped to have more children, and Lawton made a real effort every Saturday night except when I was indisposed...you know, with the curse. He even tried sometimes in the middle of the week. But I never caught again and then I developed my female problems and the doctor did a hysterectomy and we knew there would be no more children. Still Dusty was a delight for us and when he decided to come to Taylor to play football, Lawton retired and we moved here and built this house. Then Dusty married Sandy and everything seemed perfect until we got word about his plane going down. It killed Lawton; it broke his heart. I wasn't enough to live for, and he didn't realize how wonderful Katie would be."

On the bench, Eva sat with her hands hidden in the armpits of her heavy sweater. Kit sat beside her with his left arm behind her on the top of the bench. When Eva looked up at him with her lovely oval eyes brimming with tears, he gathered her to his chest. As she burrowed her face into his chest, she began to sob quietly and desperately. Kit reached beneath her knees with his right hand and lifted her into his lap. He held her silently and nuzzled her fresh-bread smelling hair.

As her sobs subsided, Kit reached in his hip pocket and offered Eva a clean handkerchief. She wiped her eyes and without thinking blew her leaking nose with a loud honk. She looked aghast, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll keep it and wash it for you. I just forgot because it felt so wonderful being held like this. Oh, but what if some of the neighbors see us. What will they think?"

Kit laughed, "Just hide your face in my chest and they will think it is crazy kids making out in the cold. They ought to go inside and get warm."

Eva asked, "Do you want to go inside and get warm and eat the pudding?"

"I'm happy right here for the moment. How about you finish your story and tell me why I am here." Kit hugged Eva tighter to his chest and settled her deeper on his lap.

As Eva snuggled in closer, her hands rested on Kit's chest. She was surprised that beneath the t-shirt she could feel his nipples. They stood out like tiny pebbles from his smooth chest. She rather liked the feeling and stroked them in a circular motion. Kit gave her a brief tighter hug as his cock began to stir in his jeans.

Eva began again. "I asked you to lunch because of what I saw you and Sandy doing on Saturday. I wanted to apologize for coming across as lady of the manor—that is really not me. And I didn't want you to think that I disapproved. I think that Sandy should get on with the rest of her life. She is young and still has a lot to live for. And last...ooh, this is hard to say...I was curious."

Before he thought, Kit said, "Curious? But Eva you had to know what...' he stopped there at a loss for words.

"Of course, I knew what you were doing, but...oh, hell, I'll just say it...I never had seen it done and it was so energetic and loud. I have no experience with that. I would have asked Sandy, but she refuses to talk about it and I wanted to know."

"What exactly, Eva, did you want to know?'

"I wanted to know if I could feel like that. I have read about it in the romance novels and I have had friends hint at their experiences. Am I too old to have that happen with me? I know that I am not young and slim and beautiful like Sandy, but she said once that you had been involved with Theda and she is older and bigger than Sandy or me even and so I thought that maybe you might not be totally repulsed at the idea of your making me feel that way...maybe?...energetic and loud?" Eva snuggled her face into Kit's chest. "Now I do feel like a foolish old woman."

Kit hesitated long enough for Eva to start to panic. He asked, "Eva, how long has it been since you have been kissed?"

She mumbled into his shirt, "I kissed Katie when she left for day-care this morning."

"You know that is not what I am asking. How long since you have been kissed romantically by a man?"

"After Lawton's funeral, one of his fishing buddies caught me alone in the kitchen and grabbed my breast while he slobbered all over my face. Lawton was hardly cold in his grave and that old fool has been married forever. He said I could call him when I got lonely. I promise you I never got that lonesome."

"Eva, how long has it been since you shared a kiss with a man who you wanted to kiss you?"

"Kit, I can't really say. Lawton was not an affectionate man. Our kisses were little pecks, not what you see in the movies."

"Eva, I would really like to kiss you romantically right now, right here on this cold bench before we go back to the house and eat banana pudding."

Eva laughed, "I think I would like that too."

Kit slid his right hand up to Eva's throat and moved her hair away from her skin. With his thumb fitted under her jaw, he lifted her face and tasted the lush lips. Holding her firmly with his left arm, he nibbled at her wide swollen mouth until he moved closer and moved his tongue inside her lips against her teeth.

Eva's breath was becoming ragged: she felt new sensations as Kit explored her lips. He murmured, "Open your mouth." She immediately obeyed and felt the thrill as Kit's tongue lanced in to caress her own tongue. She remained passive as he became more aggressive and his tongue stabbed in imitation of the sex act. Eva was lost in the sensations when Kit lifted his mouth away to say, "Now give me your tongue."

Tentatively at first, she tasted his lips and slid between his open teeth. Her tongue barely brushed his until her hands moved again on his nipples. She slid her hands down to pinch the tiny nubs bringing a groan of pleasure from Kit. Emboldened she stabbed her tongue into his mouth and thrilled as his right hand slid from her neck to grasp her breast. Through the thick sweater and underclothes, Kit pinched her large nipple and shook her breast. Eva's head fell back as she sighed, "Oooooh, that's lovely."

"It is indeed," said Kit, "but I think we better head back to the house."

As they started back, Kit draped his arm over Eva's shoulder. She smiled up at him and said, "That's nice."

"What's nice, Eva?"

"Walking along with your arm around me. It feels friendly and cozy. I like it."

"Didn't Lawton ever cuddle you as you walked together?'

"I don't remember us ever just walking together unless we were going somewhere. He didn't like touching much."

"Wow! That's his bad luck. Didn't he ever grope you when he was feeling playful?"

":I don't remember him being playful like that, Kit. He was a very serious man."

"I think he had a serious problem. You mean he never grabbed your fine looking ass when it passed by?"

"Oh, no, he would never have done that."

"You mean he never did this.." Kit slid his arm off Eva's shoulder to the bottom of her bulky sweater. He slipped his hand under the sweater and firmly grasped her right buttock. When Eva skipped forward, he maintained his grip and pulled her back against his side. Eva looked at him in amazement as she whirled to face Kit. He caught her face with his left hand and kissed her while his right hand continued its explorations of both buttocks and the interesting valley between them.

Eva put her hands on Kit's chest and pushed him back. "No, he never did that, but maybe he should have. You are very different from him. But I can't do this in public in my neighborhood. Let's go to the house." Eva started off walking at a fast pace, but when Kit did not immediately follow, she said, "Hurry up, Kit, I thought you wanted some banana pudding or something." She laughed as she set off again like a race walker.

"Or something..." Kit murmured to himself. Kit trotted to catch up. When he came within reach, he gave Eva a lusty pinch on the luscious, flexing curve of her bottom. Eva shrieked and jumped away from Kit as he continued to advance toward her with his hands held out like claws toward her. "Ye'll niver get away from me, me lovely!" Kit crowed in a fake Irish pirate accent. "I'll be leaving fingerprints all over that body before we're finished. Ye'll be screaming for mercy, but I'll have none."

"You devil, it's lunchtime in the middle of the street that I live on." Eva whirled and dodged as she continued down the hill toward her house.

"Makes no difference to Bad-foot Morgan. He's notorious for seizing innocent young lovelies and having his way with them. They're never the same again. Ha, ha! Ho, ho!"

They began a laughing swirling romp to the front door of Eva's house. She stopped and caught Kit's hands as she leaned against the front door. "You never said, Kit. You never answered my questions. Do you think you could be interested in helping me? I know I may be too old and you may not find me interesting enough, but before you come in, I need to know if you want to try. If you don't, we'll just eat the pudding and call it a day. No hard feelings on my part because I have really enjoyed the lunch."

"Eva, I thought the kiss was answer enough, but if you need it said, 'I would love to get to know you better and make love with you. From that kiss, I am sure that we can discover your passion. Let's get on the other side of that door and we can begin with another kiss out of the neighbors' prying eyes.; "

Eva quickly opened the door and stepped inside with Kit behind her. He pushed the door shut behind him and reached for her shoulders to turn her to him. With both hands on her face, he leaned down to kiss the lips that were half-open waiting for him. As he sipped, nipped, and tongued her receptive mouth, his hands massaged her neck, and the base of her skull. She moaned her approval as his fingers pushed into her hair and forced her mouth more tightly to his own. When Kit caught her ears and rubbed them lightly with his thumb and fingers, Eva squeaked and jumped backwards.

She caught his wrists with her hands. "I'm sorry. You just surprised me. My ears have always been sensitive and ooooooh!" She sighed as Kit brushed her hair back with his right hand and ran his tongue around her ear until he reached the lobe which he sucked and bit on softly. He moved on down to the side of her neck while his left hand moved to her chest to cup the heavy breast through the sweater. His right hand reached down to catch her left buttock. With his fingers firmly entrenched in her crack, Kit began sucking and nibbling on Eva's neck.

Eva had never experienced such a sensory deluge. Her right breast was being lifted and squeezed until the nipple's sensitivity was driving her wild. Kit's other hand on her bottom seemed to have taken control of her as he pulled her groin roughly against his thigh. And his lips on her ear and neck were causing her skin to heat and flush. She alternated having hot flashes and chill bumps. Her body lurched and twitched against Kit, but her arms remained hanging at her sides. She stood passively and overwhelmed.

Kit lifted his lips from Eva's neck and kissed in light pecks her jaw line until he reached her mouth. After a brief, deep kiss, he asked, "Don't you want to participate? You were really a fast learner with your tongue back in the park."

"Is that allowed? I mean I don't know what you would like."

"Eva, basically anything that you enjoyed, I will enjoy if you do the same. There are no rules except no one hurts the other and we are honest about what we want. The only thing that could make it better would be if there were two of you."




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man Ch. 02



"Do you want two women at the same time, Kit?'

"Maybe, it is an idea that many guys love to consider, but I think you are completely sufficient for me today."

Eva reached up to bring Kit's mouth down to her. She tasted his willing lips before plunging her tongue between his teeth. Kit's tongue met hers and as they twisted and dueled, Kit reached to pick up Eva's left thigh and opened her against him. Her arms tightened as she suddenly realized that she could press her aching core against him. Kit suddenly reached down with both hands on her bottom and picked her up.

"Wrap your legs around my waist. Bending over was starting to make my back hurt. We are going to find a more comfortable position."

When Eva locked her legs around Kit's narrow waist and her arms around his neck, he started walking through the living room. "Are you going to perch me on the sofa like you did Sandy?" Eva was not certain she wanted the invariable comparison.

"No, darling Eva, I am taking you to your kitchen where you do your best work. Sweet loving and banana pudding I see in the future of the notorious abductor Bad-foot Morgan. "e makes 'em love him and feed him banana pudding. Yo, ho, ho!"

Eva did not respond verbally. She only hugged her face tighter into Kit's neck and tried to widen her thighs even more to force her sex closer to the source of its satisfaction. Kit carried Eva through to the kitchen and sat her on her kitchen island. With her weight on the granite top, Kit's hands were free to explore. As he moved into a slow steamy kiss, he lifted the bottom of her sweater and said, "You'll be warm enough in here. Let's take this off." Beneath the sweater, Eva wore a t-shirt and light seamless bra. She raised her arms as he lifted the sweater off and dropped it on the countertop. Smiling into her beautiful eyes, he said, "Let's peel off another layer," and lifted the bottom of her t-shirt.

Eva clamped her arms down, "But Kit we are in the kitchen, someone might see."

"Who could possibly see us here, Eva? And if it was a guy he would just be jealous of my good fortune."

"You make it a joke. I have never...never...done it like this."

"Eva, it is not a joke, but it is fun. Enjoy the moment; let yourself have fun." Kit released Eva's shirt tail and moved back closer between her thighs for a kiss. He molded both hands under her full breasts and stroked the nipples with his thumbs. She jerked in a spastic reaction and then leaned into him for another kiss. Her nipples grew to the size of large grapes beneath the two layers of cloth. Kit longed to free them for more attention.

"Eva, you were married for a long time. Tell me about your sex life."

"I did, Kit. I told you we usually did it once a week on Fridays or Saturdays. Sometimes Lawton would do it in the middle of the week, but I was always surprised by that."

"No, Eva, I want to know what you did when you made love. What did you say to each other? What positions did you like? Things like that that may help me know what will make things better for you."

"Kit, I feel a little disloyal talking about that, but if you think it might help. I always went to bed a little earlier than Lawton. I usually left the bedside lamp on his side on and he would bathe and come to bed. I always wore a nightgown in those days and Lawton wore pajamas. I would know we were going to do it because he would always say, "Shall we try again, old girl?" He always asked that so if it was my time of the month he wouldn't even bother taking off his pajama bottoms."

"Did he always leave on his pajama top?"

"Yes, and I always wore my gown. Except for one time when Dusty was a baby and he had been in the oilfield for 10 days. I had put Dusty down for a nap and was taking a shower to cool off when Lawton came home before I expected him. I had just stepped out of the shower when he walked in the bathroom. He didn't say anything; he just pulled me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed. He tore off his clothes and mounted me while my feet were still on the floor. He was nearly as energetic as you were with Sandy. When he finished, he remained in me and looked at me lying there naked in the sunlight. I felt his penis grow hard again and he did me again. It lasted much longer. It was wonderful and I think I felt what Sandy was feeling, but of course, I didn't yell or make those animal sounds."

"What happened then?"

"He put me in the correct position and said maybe I would catch this time since it was a double dose."

"What do you mean the correct position?"

"The correct position for getting pregnant, Kit. Lawton read that after sex a woman should lie on her back with her knees pulled up to her chest for at least ten minutes to allow gravity to aid the sperm to get where it was going. If she doesn't, it will just leak out and be wasted. It was his engineering thinking."

"So every Saturday, you would lie there for ten minutes with your knees in the air to try to get pregnant?"

"Sure, it wasn't so bad at night under the covers. Lots of times Lawton would go to sleep before the time was up, so I had to watch the clock. But I remember that time in the daytime, I was completely naked in the daylight as Lawton got up and got dressed. I was a little embarrassed that he could see my bottom hanging right out there in the daylight."

"Eva, I am sure that your bottom was lovely then and is going to be lovely now when I get to see it."

"Do you want me up on the furniture before or after your banana pudding, Kit?"

Kit looked at the lovely oval eyes searching for a hint that she was joking. When he realized that she was serious, he responded, "I think we need to take things a little slower to start, Eva. Maybe with just touching; you seem a little jumpy when I touch you."

"It is just that the feelings surprise me, Kit. Lawton didn't touch much and besides an occasional pat on the shoulder, I have not had a man's hands on me...ever."

"Let's start right here with your clothes on. Tell me if there is anything I do that you especially like or don't like. Now close your eyes and just feel." Kit cupped his hands and gently massaged the base of Eva's skull until he felt her relax. He moved to her ears and gently stroked the upper edges and worked down to tug and pinch gently on her lobes. He kneaded the tops of her shoulders and pulled her face to his chest while he moved into the muscles around her shoulder blades.

"Oooh, that is wonderful." Eva whispered into his chest.

"You can touch me too, Eva. I would really enjoy that." Kit lifted his hands briefly to strip off his t-shirt and pitch it on Eva's sweater. Eva's eyes flew open, but Kit pulled her head back to his chest and said, "Close your eyes and touch me while you feel me touch you." When he began working the muscles up and own her spine, Eva began to tentatively stroke Kit's back."

"Where do you want me to touch you, Kit?"

"Wherever you want, Eva."

Immediately, Eva's hands returned to Kit's chest and began to stroke his nipples. They immediately hardened as she stroked them with her palms and lightly scratched them with her fingernails.

"Oh, that is wonderful, Eva. Kiss them." Kit's hands slid down to squeeze Eva's ass cheeks. He deeply massaged the muscles as his fingers worked the tights deeper into her crack. Eva's mouth closed over one nipple as her hand worked the other. Her motions were becoming more assured, so Kit said, "That's great, Eva, lick them both, suck them."

As she became more aggressive, Kit slipped his hands inside her t-shirt to grasp her breasts through her bra. He lifted and squeezed gently while pinching and pulling her large hard nipples. "Are you ready to take the shirt off now, Eva?" he asked.

Eva did not answer, but raised her arms from Kit/s chest as he slipped the shirt off over her head. He kissed her wet lips and leaning back reached behind her to the fastener for her bra. He hesitated and raised his eyebrows in question. In answer, Eva sighed heavily and leaned back in to nurse his nipples.. Kit unhooked the bra and slid it off her arms. It joined the pile of clothes on the island.

"Lean back on your arms, Eva. I cannot wait any longer for your breasts." Kit gently pushed her backward until she leaned back on her hands with her beauties open to her lover's eyes. "Beautiful," Kit said as he leaned in to worship. Eva's breasts were large, round and conical with a relatively small areola topped with very large nipples. Kit lifted, squeezed, kissed, nuzzled, sucked, and shook her amazing tits.

Eva had never felt such stimulation before. The urge to give him all of her had her wrapping her arm around his neck to pull him tighter to her chest. Her breath became ragged and she felt a tremendous heat between her legs. She felt she needed something more, but Kit was giving her more than she had ever experienced before.

"Oh, God, Oh, God, that's good! That's so nice, Kit. Don't stop, please don't stop!" She cried out. She was thrilled, but not completed until Kit moved from between her thighs to her suck her right breast and reached between her legs to cup her sex with his right hand. Through the thin tights, he could feel every fold and wrinkle that was emanating enormous heat. With the heel of his hand, pressed her clit firmly against her pubic bone while the index and little fingers rubbed the creases on the sides of her labia, his two middle fingers mashed the thin material into the valley of her camel toe.

Eva's first ever orgasm exploded through her body. She leaned back on her hands as Kit's mouth savaged her breast. His hand held her clitoris against her pubis as her hips worked frantically to create more friction on her nub. His fingers covered her sex and kept her feeling warm and safe. Her head lolled back and she shrieked out her joy. "Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh!"

As her spasm faded and she quieted, Kit stood up from her breast and wrapped his left arm around her bare shoulders. His right hand remained comfortingly but still between her thighs. He pulled her against his chest. Eva wrapped her arms around Kit and between kisses murmured, "Thank you! Thank you! I didn't know. Thank you!"

Kit moved back between her legs and holding her face with both hands, killed her gently.

He said, "Those 'thank you's' are fine and good for my ego, but I think you can be more energetic. You were certainly loud, but we will work on the energetic more later. Right now, I was promised banana pudding. I think you should get your fine butt off the counter and serve me some pudding." He grinned roguishly at her

Eva smiled. "I did promise you pudding, but you will have to release me so I can get dressed and get the pudding."

Kit slipped back into his pirate brogue," And did I say anything about you getting dressed. Morgan the Pirate prefers his pudding served topless." He reached down and pulled off Eva's ballet slippers. "And barefoot. Barefoot and topless is the way he likes his pudding."

"I've never served pudding barefoot and topless, but...Well, kick off your shoes then, Bad-foot Morgan, and we will both be barefoot and topless while we eat our pudding. Sit at the breakfast nook." Eva smiled at the tall boy and leaned in to give him a short sweet kiss. "Thank you again. I'll get your pudding."

Kit slid onto the bench seat and watched Eva move lightly through her kitchen. Her bare breasts swayed enticingly as she gathered bowls and spoons. They had very little sag over her slightly rounded belly. The black tights emphasized her firm full hips which flared without any love handles. He felt his arousal growing.

With her back to Kit as she dished up the banana puddings, she asked, "How much do you want?" She turned with his bowl in her hand and noticed the intensity of his gaze.

She blushed and said, "You make me self-conscious staring at me like that."

"You are lovely and well worth looking at. Your figure would be envied by most women in their thirties. But to answer your question, I want a lot and after the pudding I think I will have you for desert."

"Do you mean there is more? I hoped so, but I was afraid that you had done your good deed for the day and ..." she motioned out the door.

"Oh, no, Eva, you are not getting rid of me that easily. First you have to feed me and then you have to love me until we get that 'loud and energetic' part out of the way. Come sit by me while we eat our pudding."

Eva placed the bowls in front of Kit and slid in beside him on the bench seat. Kit placed his right arm around Eva's bare shoulders and pulled her close for a kiss. "Here are the rules, Eva. I will feed you and you will feed me. I will use only my left hand because my right hand is going to be busy." Kit down to cup Eva's right breast and began stroking the nipple with his thumb. "You will use your right hand to feed me because your left hand is going to be busy." Kit reached down with his left hand and placed Eva's left hand on his lap where a lump was making itself known in his jeans.

Eva gasped. She had never groped Lawton's privates in all their years of marriage. She tentatively grasped the growing rod. Kit lightly pinched her nipple and rolled it between thumb and forefinger. "Find anything down there that you like?" Kit asked.

Eva answered by tugging on the lump bunched in Kit's jeans. His growing tumescence and her tug allowed his dick to straighten out beneath Eva's hand. "Eeek," she shrilled as she jerked back. Recovering herself she asked, "It jumped. Did I hurt you?"

Kit laughed, "No, it just came unfolded, but you better stroke the poor little fellow or you will hurt his feelings. And I am still waiting for you to feed me my pudding."

Eva returned her hand to Kit's lap and found him stretching down his leg and swelling to an impressive thickness. "Not so little," she murmured as she stroked its length with more assurance. She lifted a spoonful of pudding to Kit's lips. "I feel clumsy using both hands at once. It is like patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time. I'll probably make a mess." As she said that, a dollop of pudding was left on Kit's mouth.

He could have licked it off, but he grinned at her and said, "We'll fix that; kiss it off."

Eva stretched up to nip the spot off Kit's lip. Her left breast mashed flat against Kit's arm, but the difference in heights was awkward. Kit held out a spoonful to Eva. When she opened her mouth, he brushed the thick custard around her swollen lips and teased her tongue with the spoon. His right hand tightened his clasp on her sensitive tit as he slid the spoon back and forth between her open lips.

"I'm fucking your mouth with this spoon, Eva." He whispered. "Now, suck on it and swallow my cum." Eva's body was still tingling in the glow of her first full-body orgasm and she was willing to do whatever Kit asked of her. Her mouth closed over the spoon and she sucked the sweet pudding off. Kit pulled the spoon from her lips and kissed and licked the coating that had covered her lips.

Beneath the table, Eva's hand had become much more aggressive in handling Kit's cock. He was reaching full erection and felt the need to speed up the proceedings. Kit said, " Stand up a moment, Eva."

Eva was reluctant to leave Kit's embrace or the exciting discoveries she was making, but her body still hummed in the afterglow of her orgasm and she wanted to do whatever Kit asked of her. When she stood, Kit slipped out of the bench seat and pulled out a chair from the other side of the table. He sat and reached for her standing topless with her spoon in her hand. Pulling her to him, he began worshiping her astounding breasts. They were swollen with her sexual excitement; the nipples standing proudly waiting for Kit's attention. As his mouth ravaged the beauties, his hands caressed Eva's back and buttocks. Eva wrapped her arms around Kit's neck and luxuriated in the sensations.

Kit hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Eva's tights. "You don't need these, do you?"

She replied, "Not if you will take yours off, too."

Kit worked the elastic over her lush hips and ass. He reached between her legs to push the tight down to puddle at her feet. "Step out of them." Eva obeyed, giving Kit his first look at her. Lush dark curls with scattered silver sparks formed a rich delta that reached half way to her navel and all the way to the thighs on either side. He cupped her swollen pudenda and felt the tremendous heat that she was producing. Her thighs were quivering in anticipation and excitement.

Sitting in the dining chair, Kit grasped Eva's buttocks and pulled her to him. She had to straddle his jean-clad legs, as he began kissing and nibbling on her convex mature belly. He moved down to her luxuriant pubes and began alternating blowing and gently biting her lower belly and thighs. Eva was shaking in anticipation, but she pushed him back and said, "Fair is fair, Bad-foot, take off your pants, too."

Kit replied as he released Eva and stood up, "You're right. Fair is fair. I took yours off, you take mine." He reached again for the magnificent tits on the naked grandmother in front of him.

Eva hesitantly reached for the top of Kit's jeans. She opened the top button and caught the zipper in her fingers. "I won't hurt you, will I?" she asked. Kit only laughed and shook his head as he continued to stroke and pinch her nipples. Eva eased the zipper down and pushed Kit's jeans off his hips. They fell to his ankles leaving him standing in his boxers with a huge lump running down his leg.

Kit kicked the jeans to the side. "Don't you want the underwear off, too?" he asked.

"Yessss," Eva whispered as she kneeled and pulled the shorts down to mid-thigh. Released from confinement, Kit's cock sprang out and slapped Eva's cheek leaving a trail of clear fluid up to her cheekbone. Eva froze as Kit's hard pole pointed directly between her eyes.

Kit laughed, "Here's looking at you, kid," in his best Humphrey Bogart imitation. Eva reached reflexively to grasp the meat in front of her. Her hand only just reached around the thick base; she reached her other hand to the more narrow end leaving the red dome-shaped head sticking out. "Oh, that is so good! Kiss it, Eva. "

Eva looked up at Kit with her lovely startled eyes. Obviously a blow job was not something she was familiar with. She gave the head a brief peck. Kit laughed and sat back in the chair. "Come here and we will do something you are more comfortable with." He sat Eva on his thighs at a distance that he could stroke her heavy labia with his prick.

Eva grasped his neck as he guided his cock up and down the mature slit. When his glans slid across Eva's clit, she made little spastic jumps. Her breath was shaky and a deep red flush spread from between her breasts to her face. Unable to achieve penetration as they were sitting, Kit said, "You guide it, Eva." When she reached down to begin rubbing herself with Kit's hard dick, he reached both arms under her knees and pulled her to him. "Put it in, Eva, put it in."

Eva centered herself and joined Kit in humping desperately in an attempt to join. Her tightness and lack of lubrication made penetration seem impossible. "Oh, no, Kit, I was afraid that I was too old and dried up." She released his cock and hugged his face into her breasts. Kit's cock lay stiffly under her ass as she scooted closer for comfort. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Hush, Eva!" said Kit as he reached to move the bowls and flatware off of the table. "I just have to have my desert first. Hold on tight for a moment." Clasping Eva's bare ass, he stood and laid her down on the table of the breakfast nook. When she started to sit up, he pushed her back and pulled the chair between her legs. Kit pulled Eva's butt to the edge of the table and leaned in to kiss her on her thick muff.

"Oh, are you going to...Lawton never did...won't I taste bad?" A series of questions came from Eva's startled lips as Kit began to nuzzle and lick his way through the fur to her center. At her last question, Kit chuckled and looked up to see Eva propped on her elbows and watching as her invaded her lady parts. Pushing her thighs wider apart, he caught one side of her meaty lips and gently bit and tugged at her cunt. Eva's tremors increased as Kit's tongue and lips invaded her steaming snatch.




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man Ch. 02



"You taste delicious, but if you are worried," Kit reached two fingers into the half full bowl of pudding. He brought the sweet custard between Eva's legs and coated her pussy from the clit to the anus. "You will taste just like banana pudding."

Eva's first experience at being eaten out was memorable. Kit licked her exterior parts with a broad flat tongue until the pudding was mostly gone. Then with a more pointed and firm tongue, he invaded her vagina. When he moved to her clit, Eva had long since forgotten any possible objections. As he felt her orgasm approach, Kit draped a thigh over each shoulder and lashed her clit with his tongue while her probed with two fingers deep into her hot channel. As the full force of her spasms took her, Kit pushed her thighs up to her chest. Eva's hips flexed spasmodically and Kit moved off her too sensitive clit to ravage her back hole with his tongue and fingers.

When Eva began coming down from her explosion, Kit stood and placed the head of his cock at the opening to Eva's vagina. Stretched and lubricated, she easily took Kit's full length as he slid gently into her warmth. With long deep strokes, Kit began to move toward his own climax. Eva's beautiful, dark eyes opened and smiled at him as he stroked deeper into her than she had ever experienced.

Eva realized that she could feel a third explosion starting when Kit lowered her legs to hang off the table and leaned forward to kiss her breasts as his dick slid back and forth over her clit. The pressure was starting to gain steam when she felt Kit stiffen and deep within her a gush of warmth that could only be his generous spend. She reached up to hug him to her breasts in gratitude for a wonderful new experience.

"I wasn't too old, Kit. How did you know what to do? It was wonderful, but we're all sticky now and naked on the breakfast nook—I guess I will always think of it as the nookie from now on—oh, that was lovely." Eva's experience with sex was that once the man had ejaculated, the show was over.

They were still joined as Kit had remained half erect. He leaned in to kiss her nipples which had softened in satiation. "I don't think we are finished just yet, Eva. You have been loud, but not loud and energetic yet"

"Kit, we are all sticky and..."

"Sticky are we." Kit reached back to the bowl of pudding and retrieved a dab to place on each of Eva's nipples. The cooling pudding and Kit's hot lips soon had her headlights on bright once again. As he toyed with her breasts, Kit's cock started to stiffen inside of Eva's relaxed sheath. "And we haven't even used your hot tub. Lock your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist."

When Kit stood up, Eva had the thrill of her pubic bone grinding her clit against Kit's while her weight forced the tip of his prick to the back recesses of her vagina. He jiggled her ass up and down bumping her cervix on the end of his dick. Eva's arousal began to build once again as Kit stepped to the door leading outside. When he carried her outside onto the patio, Eva asked, "What do you think you are doing?"

"Just headed to the hot tub to get this sticky woman off." He grinned.

"Outside? In the hot tub?"

"Yes, and yes," he answered as he stepped into the tub and slowly lowered them both into the water. Kit seated himself on the ledge and leaning back against the edge, said, "OK, Eva, you're in charge. You said you wanted to be loud and energetic. I am at your service." Kit reached one hand behind Eva's head to pull her lips to his. His kiss tasted of banana pudding and her own arousal. Eva reached her arms behind Kit's back and began to find the movements that would bring her to her completion. As she lay on him she began to pump her ass up and down his shaft. Seeking deep penetration, she rocked tightly into Kit as her circular moves caressed all the areas of her vagina.

The sticky pudding quickly washed away and the water-slicked skin of her breasts felt marvelous as she slid her chest against Kit. His hands reached down to spread and explore the crack of her ass as she humped her clit against him. Her climax was close, but she needed something more. When Eva sat upright, Kit's cock touched the front wall of her channel touching her g-spot. "Pinch my nipples, Kit, pull them, Oh God, Oh, God, Oh."

Eva had locked her hands behind Kit's head and lifted her feet on the ledge by his ass. She began pumping her ass up and down on the length of his cock. The water frothed and she howled out her satisfaction. Kit lay grinning beneath Eva's pounding as the water splashed everywhere.

*******

An hour before, Sandy had received a call from the kindergarten where Katie was enrolled.. The nurse said that Katie had developed a fever and that school policy was that any child with a fever had to go home. Theda told her to go immediately and Sandy had picked up a hot and thoroughly miserably Katie. She had called the pediatrician who said to give her a baby aspirin to bring down the temperature and wait to see how she felt tomorrow.

When Sandy arrived home, she was surprised to see Kit's car in front of the house. She parked in the driveway and carried the drowsy Katie into the house. No one was in the living room, so Sandy carried Katie to her room and giving her a baby aspirin, tucked her into bed. She walked to the kitchen where she expected to find Kit and Eva.

No one was there, but a bottle of wine was open on the kitchen island with an half full glass beside it. Then she noticed the clothes. Eva's sweater, shirt, and bra. A man's t-shirt. She tasted the wine and then noticed one of the breakfast nook chairs pulled around to the front of the table. That was curious as Eva always kept her kitchen very neat. On the floor beside the chair were Eva's black tights and a pair of jeans and boxer shorts. Sandy's eyes flicked out to the pool and hot tub. She gasped as she took in a sight she never expected to see.

Through the large glass window, she saw Kit was stretched out in the spa with Eva naked on top of him. They kissed a deep and sexy kiss as Kit's hands grasped Eva's butt cheeks and began kneading and probing them. She started humping into Kit with increasing urgency. Sandy took a larger drink of the wine. Somehow through the window made the scene seem like a movie or TV show.

As Sandy watched, Eva sat up and locked her fingers behind Kit's neck. She raised her feet to brace on the ledge that Kit sat on and began a furious pumping. As Kit mauled her breasts with his hands, Eva's head fell back and she howled in the throes of her orgasm. Sandy gulped the last of the glass and poured more from the bottle. She slipped her hand in the front of her slacks and began to rub her moistening clit. She was not jealous of Kit's attentions, but she was envious of Eva's beautiful mature curves. How could Kit not prefer those to Sandy's own less generous figure? Eva looked luscious.

Outside, Eva's climax finished and she rested on Kit's chest in the warm water. Kit moved Eva over and stood up behind her like the picture on the mirror. He pushed on her shoulders and told her to brace her hands on the edge of the tub. He spread her feet with his and stepped in behind her. As he entered her from behind, Eva was again electrified by his dick directly striking her G-spot before slipping up to bump her cervix.

Kit reached around Eva's thigh to rub her clit as he stroked strongly into her cunt. He was not afraid that she would not be able to accept him comfortably, so she received the fucking that she had been curious about. He caught her wet hair and used it as a handle to jerk her roughly to him.

Eva's climax thundered through her as Kit hammered her sensitized tissues; it rolled through her until again she felt the flush of his warm sperm. Kit wrapped his arms around her and sat back down on the ledge. His penis quickly softened and slipped out of her well-used and stretched snatch. They sat in the warmth, content to snuggle and kiss.

Sandy's own orgasm was sharp, brief, and self-induced. It was recognizably less than Eva's release or what she and Kit had shared on the weekend, but somehow things seemed more balanced now to Sandy. Perhaps she would talk to Eva about today and Saturday. Perhaps she would call Kit to...well...she would just have to think about what she might call Kit for. She finished the wine and set the empty glass by the bottle. Sandy went to Katie's room and curled up by her baby. As Sandy held Katie, she felt the room chill and the room seemed to darken for a moment. "A cloud must have passed in front of the sun," Sandy thought. "I think I will definitely call Kit. I kind of owe him one." The room seemed to warm and brighten as she drifted to sleep.

Outside, Eva lay back languidly against Kit. He was submerged to his chin and held Eva on his chest stroking her lovely curves. From her sides to her breasts to her belly, he gently caressed her. When his hands reached her crotch, he combed his fingers through her wet bush and gently pinched her lips together to tug and shake her playfully. When she felt his cock begin to lengthen between her thighs, she reached with both hands to take his measure.

She snuggled closer to her relaxed lover and said, "Are you really interested in doing it again? I guess we need to go in before Sandy gets home. I wouldn't know how to explain this." The sky seemed to darken and a chill wind blew on her until Kit pushed her to sit up. He pulled Eva's thighs apart to straddle him and raised her up.

"Put it in, Eva"

When Eva guided him home and settled deeply on him, the cold wind heated and Eva whispered, "Oh, yes." as she began her cowgirl's ride to a fourth orgasm. Eva's imagination was playing tricks as she thought she heard a chuckle in the wind. The darkness moved on leaving only warmth behind.



Kit's Stories - Katie's Man Ch. 03



As Sandy drove home from work on Thursday afternoon, she used the unaccustomed quiet to consider all the complications that her life had taken on the last week. Usually the drive home was filled with the questions and comments of her five year old daughter, Katie. Today, Katie was already at home, shaking off the fever that had kept her in the care of her grandmother, Eva. From the phone conversations during the day, Katie was feeling much better and Eva had enjoyed the time alone with her only grandchild. Apparently that problem was going to solve itself. 

A more difficult problem was Kit. A widow, Sandy had lived a celibate life, scarcely thinking of men or sex for the five years since Dusty's plane went into the Pacific. She had moved in with her wealthys when Dusty went into training and remained there through his death and her father-in-law's fatal heart attack. She and Eva, her mother-in-law had made Katie the central point of a comfortable life until this last week. 

Raising the child without any male presence had not seemed a problem until Katie began talking about "her man." Katie insisted that her man was there to watch over her and to help Mom and Gramma move on. Sandy and Eva were unable to shake the tot's convictions. Katie said that she could see "her man" even if the adults could not and would not be budged. Sandy's boss and friend, Theda Pullin, suggested a trip to the fair and carnival with her young friend, Kit Morgan, to see how Katie would react to a real male presence. 

As Sandy recalled the past weekend, she was buffeted by strong feelings of happiness, embarrassment, and pure lust. Kit and Katie had immediately bonded and the excursion had been great fun for all. Sandy still did not understand how her long-sleeping libido had suddenly awakened to the point of coming on to Kit very aggressively. He had responded and the tickle in Sandy's belly told her she would like more of the same. She had felt like she was possessed and reveled in the joy Kit brought her body. 

The embarrassment was due to two reasons. On Saturday morning while Katie was at cheerleading class, Eva had returned home early to find Sandy kneeling on the living room sofa naked while Kit reminded Sandy of her anal pleasures. Unable to deal with the situation, Sandy had abandoned Kit to run and hide in her room. When Eva tried to talk to her about the situation, Sandy had retreated into silence. She was not proud of how she had comported herself. 

The second reason for her humiliation was her treatment of Kit. He had responded wonderfully in every way. She, on the other hand, had behaved like a sex-starved slut pursuing an attractive younger man. And then to make things worse, she left him alone and unsupported to face Eva. He had tried to talk to Sandy during the week, but her cowardice prevented her from dealing with the situation she had put him in. 

As a further complication, when Katie had to be taken home from school early, Sandy had arrived to find Eva and Kit naked in the hot tub in the back yard. As Kit lay back, Eva had pounded herself on his cock as the woman Sandy had thought to be very strait-laced howled in exuberant ecstasy. Sandy had watched through the window and rubbed herself to a lonely completion at the sexy scene. She then had gone to curl up with her feverish, sleeping baby. While she was asleep, Kit had left. She had not said anything to Eva about Kit when she left for work this morning. 

Sandy was conflicted in her thinking, but determined to quit being such a wimp and talk the whole situation over with Eva. She pulled in the driveway and summoned her courage. 

Sandy found Katie in the den watching television. After satisfying herself that the fever was broken and Katie could return to school tomorrow, Sandy left Katie in the den and wandered into the kitchen to have her talk with Eva. She found her mother sitting in a robe at the breakfast nook. The table was covered with coloring books, a Candy land game board, and dominoes. Eva had a rather dreamy look in her eyes as she stared out at the pool in the midst of the wreckage of a day of child care. 

Sandy said, "She must have worn you out. Your kitchen is a mess and I know you don't like that. Why don't I order something brought in and you rest while I clean everything up? I'm so sorry for everything." 

Eva started and turned to smile at Sandy. "I'm fine. We had a great day; the fever broke soon after you left so we played games and ate the last of Kit's chicken and dumplings. Come and sit with me. We need to talk." 

Sandy started to the chairs opposite Eva on the bench seat. "Come sit by me," said Eva, as she scooted over on the bench. "I have rediscovered how much I like touching those I care for." 

Eva's robe gapped open as she moved, revealing her lush mature body nude beneath the robe. Sandy saw the full round breasts and the smooth toned thighs that she had always been slightly envious of. Before Eva pulled the robe together, Sandy caught a glimpse of the older woman's thick dark pubic bush so different from Sandy's own sparse blonde frizz. When Sandy was seated, Eva reached around Sandy's shoulders and gave her a hug. Sandy was thrilled that the woman she admired and loved so much did not seem to be angry or disappointed with her. 

"Katie and I had some long talks today. She seems perfectly happy and satisfied that "her man" has gone away again, but is watching to keep her safe. She says he came back to see her and to make us move on. The reason she was upset earlier was that she thought we would move from this house. I assured her that he meant we were to get on with our lives and we could do it right here. 

"She thinks that "her man" is Dusty come back to help us and that he likes Kit who is his partner in the plan to help us. Here is the really surprising thing to me—she thinks that Kit can see Dusty and that Dusty has done what he intended so he can leave again." 

Stunned by Eva's words, Sandy turned to her and buryed her face in Eva's shoulder. When Sandy starts to reach around Eva, her right hand collides with Eva's breast. Almost involuntarily, Sandy clasps Eva tightly. 

"I think she may be right, Eva. Since we went to the carnival on Friday, I have said and done things that are far outside my normal behaviors. It is almost like I have been possessed or controlled by an outside force. The strange thing is that it feels right to me—I feel like things are better even though I am so embarrassed at your walking in on us on Saturday morning. I also feel bad about how I have treated Kit since then. He certainly didn't do anything wrong and I have not expressed my appreciation for his help." 

"Sandy, I am the one who should apologize for Saturday morning. You had every expectation of privacy and I went all Lady-of-the-Manor and embarrassed both you and Kit. I should have simply backed out and gone shopping until I could call home and warn you. Get this straight; this is your house as much as mine. You should treat it as such and I hope we can begin treating each other more as friends than as mother and daughters. And you are right about Kit—he didn't do anything wrong—in fact from what I saw and heard, he was doing a lot right." 

Sandy said, "Oh, thank-you, Eva I love you so much." As Sandy burrowed her face into the taller woman's chest, she was surprised to feel a hard bump through the thick material of the robe. When she shifted her face slightly, an identical hard nipple announced itself on her other cheek. Immediately and surprisingly to herself, Sandy felt the tickle of arousal in her loins. 

"Why are you in your robe, Eva?" 

"I thought I would spend some time in the hot tub after you got in to watch Katie. I'm a little sore and the warmth should help with that." Eva replied. 

Sandy's shoulders shook as she broke into giggles. "Eva, I saw you and Kit yesterday in the hot tub. I suspect that the hot tub is one of the reasons you are sore today. From the way you had the water sloshing, I'm surprised that you didn't pull a muscle." Sandy broke into a full laugh as she squeezed her face tighter into Eva's cleavage. "You did look to be enjoying yourself." 

Eva squeezed her back. "Oh, my God, yes. I felt like I was tingling over my whole body. Well, that is embarrassing. I thought that maybe we had slipped it by you. When we came in the house, you were asleep with Katie. Kit just tiptoed out and went home." 

"Did I interrupt your plans for the afternoon, Eva?" 

"Lord, no! I learned more about sex yesterday than I had found out in my first 57 years on earth. I had no idea it could be so wonderful. And I have to give you credit for inspiring me to find out. If I hadn't seen you naked on the sofa shrieking like a banshee, I would have missed it completely. Now I want to do more exploring." 

"You should do just that," said Sandy. "You are a beautiful woman and deserve all the good things." Sandy released Eva and stood up. "Go take your soak while I feed my daughter. It seems maybe Katie's man was right because I too want to step forward. We can talk about where we are heading after she goes to bed." 

On her way out, Eva paused, intending to give Sandy a quick hug and peck on the cheek. The robe had loosened again and as she hugged Sandy, Eva pulled Sandy's face against her bare neck. The warm breath sent a jolt through Eva's chest to her pussy. Awkwardly she leaned to kiss Sandy's cheek, but as Sandy turned her face up, their lips met. Eva's mind clicked back to Kit's sensuous kisses and she softened and slightly opened her mouth against Sandy's. "Oh!" she said, as she released Sandy and fled out to the hot tub. 

Sandy stood in shock. She had never considered Eva in a sexual light, but the kiss and the view of Eva's hourglass figure stepping nude into the steaming water brought a whole series of long past images to her mind. Sandy was sure that Eva had no experience other than married sex, but as virgin college freshmen, Sandy had experimented with her dorm roommate, Ricci. 

Too shy to know how to show boys their interest, it started with role playing. "If I were a boy, what would you do if I did this?" They practiced for the boys in their future by dancing. From holding each other while slow dancing to the first hesitant kisses to more passionate open-mouth tonsil-probing efforts, both girls were stimulated but unfulfilled. The same game was played when young tender breasts were handled gently through pajama tops, then more firmly with hands moving beneath the tops. Tops were discarded and lips and teeth created suck marks that had to be hidden. 

Finally, the craving for something more was satisfied as hands moved below the waist, then inside the virgin panties. The first orgasms exploded through their nubile bodies until role playing was forgotten in pursuit of the amazing sensations of sex. Sandy remembered how she had been drawn more enthusiastically into the love play until the night when Ricci's aggressive use of a hair brush brought a sudden stab of pain as the handle penetrated further than it ever had before. Sandy yelped at the surprising hurt and stared in shock at the blood on the brush when it was withdrawn. 

That had ended Sandy's exploration into girl on girl sex. Despite her roommate's abject apologies, Sandy felt, as she had been taught, that she had lost something that should have been given to her husband on their wedding night. "Gone forever," she had dramatically grieved her maidenhood. She dreaded facing her yet unknown mate with either the truth or a lie about what he wouldn't find when they consummated their new marriage. Sandy saw herself as a secretly ruined woman. 

Fortunately, she met Dusty Rhoades who was never worried that he might not be the first man between Sandy's thighs. Throughout their courtship, sex was limited to heavy petting and eventually oral sex. After their official engagement, when they finally did the deed, Sandy was terribly anxious about Dusty's reaction. As it turned out, Sandy's lack of an impediment was no impediment at all for Dusty. Her quick and whole-hearted response to his lovemaking joined them seamlessly before the official ceremony was ever performed. 

Standing knee-deep in the spa, Eva looked back at Sandy watching her through the glass. Eva saw a wistful face deep in thought and was filled with a determination to put joy back in Sandy's life. Sandy saw Eva turn and look back. She saw the large expressive eyes beneath the heavy brows, and the wide sexy mouth that had softened surprisingly on hers, and she saw Eva's improbably perfect breasts with the nipples dark brown and as big as a large grape. Sandy felt a sizzle of lust that she passed off with the thought, "Eva's nipples are probably just cold." That didn't explain why Sandy's smaller pink buds were like pencil erasures trying to escape her bra. 

Eva sat on the ledge and slid down until only her face and the tips of her tits were above the water. Eva brushed her hands over her nipples to warm them and was reminded of Kit's caresses. Comfortable in the warm water, she fantasized of another romp. She squeezed her hefty boobs and pinched the swollen nipples. Watching from the kitchen, Sandy raised her hands to capture her own less impressive ta-tas and shook her head in envy and unrecognized frustration. She went to the den to see what Katie wanted to eat. 

******* 

After Katie was tucked safely in bed, Sandy showered and pulled on pajama shorts and a knit short sleeved top. She wandered in the kitchen to make a cup of the green tea that Eva loved. Looking in the den, she saw Eva in a nylon gown reading on the sofa. "Do you want a cup of tea, Eva?" 

"That would be lovely, dear. Could you bring it in here while I finish this chapter? I may have figured out the killer faster than Nero Wolfe and Archie." 

Sandy busied herself with the two cups of tea while Eva sped to the end of her mystery chapter. With the tea and some of Eva's chocolate chip cookies on a trey, Sandy returned to the den. Eva sat on the large sectional sofa with her feet stretched out on the coffee table in front of her. The nylon had molded itself to her form, and Sandy's attention was again caught by Eve's gravity defying breasts. The nightgown draped slightly between her legs showing the tone produced by hours of swimming and walking. Sandy thought that Eva looked magnificent in her abundance. 

"Put the trey on the coffee table and come sit by me." Eva said. When Eva moved her feet from the table, she winced and moaned slightly in discomfort. 

"Where are you sore, Eva? Did the hot tub not take all the soreness out? Perhaps I could give you a massage to loosen you up." 

Eva sipped her tea and bit into a cookie before she answered. "I don't know how to answer that. Let's just say that my whole body received an overload yesterday and today I feel the soreness. I never knew...it was so intense...am I being ridiculous?"  

"Not at all; you made a great discovery about yourself yesterday. You have every reason to be excited. But where specifically are you the most sore, Eva? I don't think that we need be reticent with each other now since both of us have seen the other fully engaged with Kit." 

"Aaah...I suppose you are right. My buttocks and thighs have a muscle soreness that returns when I sit still too long. My stomach muscles are sore when I rotate my hips—I suppose that I had never tried to move like that, and my...my lady parts feel slightly bruised and tender, not bad but somehow more sensitive to the touch than usual. I think that I may be a little swollen and inflamed down there. I even feel a bit tender inside. Kit was much larger than Lawton. 

"Is that altogether too much information? Do I sound like I'm bragging? I'm sorry, but it was one of the most thrilling episodes of my whole life. I just can't get over what I have missed. Oh, oh, now you are going to think me a perfect slut." 

"Of course not!" Sandy exclaimed. "Perfect maybe, but not a slut. You are a woman just finding a portion of yourself that you did not even know existed. Of course you are thrilled. I am thrilled for you. Finish your tea and lie down here on the sofa with your legs across my lap. I will see what I can do for your thighs." 

When Eva complied, Sandy began kneading Eva's thighs gently with both hands. Moving from one to the other, she located knots of soreness and gradually deepened the pressure until the tension relaxed. As Eva became more comfortable, her thighs spread open and Sandy worked higher up into the creases between the upper thighs and belly. When Eva's gown bunched up in the way, Sandy brushed it upward and slid her hands under the material to stroke and then massage Eva's lower belly and groin. Though her hands brushed through the heavy bush, Sandy was careful to avoid Eva's pussy which to Sandy's eyes did appear slightly red and swollen beneath the naturally dark skin tone.. 

"That is most of the knots out of your thighs. How do they feel now?' 

"Much better, Sandy. That was so relaxing. Thank you." 

"I'm not through. Lift your legs up so I can get up and then roll over on your stomach. I want to work on your butt before we quit." 

Eva did as she was asked, giving Sandy a clear view of her fur covered snatch and ass crack when both legs were in the air.. A momentary stab of guilt hit Sandy as she realized that she fully intended to seduce her mother. Sandy's libido had been reawakened by Kit, and Eva's luscious body was firing her imagination. 

When Eva was on her stomach, Sandy stepped across Eva's body and sat on her knees with her crotch in the valley of Eva's mature buns. She began rubbing and stroking Eva's neck and the base of her skull. As she leaned forward to reach Eva's head, she ground her crotch against Eva's ass. 

"Ohhh, that's nice," Eva said as Sandy reached to caress her sensitive ears while gently humping the older woman's butt. 

As Sandy's hands moved down Eva's back, she worked over all the muscle groups and repeatedly brushed the sides of the tits bulging the nightgown out from Eva's chest. When Sandy reached, the small of Eva's back, she scooted backward to sit on Eva's thighs. Sandy slipped both hands under the hem of the nightgown and raised it up to Eva's shoulders. 

"Sandy, my bottom is all bare. What do you think you are doing?" 

"Hush, your nightgown was in the way and your bottom is lovely. Soon it will be feeling better, but if you are bothered—here, I'll fix it." Sandy reached for the hem of the nightgown and pulled it up to completely cover Eva's head. "There you go, Eva. Now you can't see it." Sandy's laughter was infectious and Eva joined in, forgetting her nudity. 

Sandy's hands were soon busy stroking, pushing, pulling Eva's sore glutes until Sandy noticed that Eva had become very quiet and still. The sharp tangy smell of Eva and Sandy's arousal began to fill the air. Sandy recognized the aroma even if Eva did not. All muscle resistance on Eva's part had disappeared, and she lay pliant to Sandy's ministrations. Sandy decided that the massage had gone far enough for one night. 

Sandy pulled Eva's nightgown down to cover the apple shaped ass and said, "Roll over on your side. Can I lie down by you and have a hug? I've been feeling rather lonely today." 

"Of course," said Eva. Sandy slid in beside the larger woman so that her face was against Eva's chest. Sandy slid her arms around Eva at the waist and slid one of her slim legs between Eva's thighs. Sandy hugged herself into the richness of Eva's embrace—her face resting on one breast while her lips brushed the other; the top of Sandy's thigh was pressed tight against Eva's crotch and Sandy's pussy rested on Eva's thigh. 

"This is so nice, thank you so much for everything," Sandy murmured into Eva's cleavage. Her hips began an occasional gentle, almost imperceptible, rocking against Eva's thigh. This made Sandy's thigh brush lightly over Eva's tender labia. 




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man Ch. 03



"You're very welcome," Eva answered in a slightly ragged voice. "But maybe I should be thanking you for the rub down." 

"My pleasure," said Sandy, brushing her lips against the nylon covered swell of Eva's chest. "It is nice to have some physical closeness. I had become used to not really touching anyone except Katie. I guess I have Kit to thank for reminding me. Perhaps we might buy some massage oil and get a book on massage. We could learn how to help each other at the same time. That might be nice." 

As they lay together quietly, Sandy felt Eva begin to relax. Eva's arms tightened around Sandy's shoulders pulling her face tight into the deep cleavage hidden by the nightgown. Eva asked, "Did it bother you that I was with Kit? I was not trying to steal him from you. You are so much better a match for him than I am. You are young and slim and lovely. I just..." Eva's explanation trailed off into silence as she waited for Sandy's response. 

Sandy hugged Eva tighter and raised her knee slightly to open Eva's thighs and to seat her own cunt more firmly against Eva. "Kit is not and will never be mine. You can't steal him because he was never mine in the first place. I am glad that you were able to enjoy him. He is a wonderful young man, but he is not ready for a permanent monogamous relationship. But he did wake up a part of me that I thought was dead. I guess it was just asleep." Sandy giggled and pointedly humped her crotch into Eva. The obvious sexual reference and the sensations of Eva's hairy snatch rubbing on her thigh excited Sandy. "Did you get a wake up call too, Eva?" 

Eva was somewhat surprised at this turn of the conversation, as she had never had anyone to talk about sex with. Her amused snort of glee told Sandy that she was not offended. "Sandy, it was more like Sleeping Beauty getting a kiss to wake up after a hundred years." Both women chuckled at the image. Eva felt so bold as to respond to Sandy's grinding by raising her knee against the sofa back and pulling Sandy deeper into her embrace. She made her own hesitant fucking motion and both laughed again. 

Sandy asked, "Did the prince kiss this hairy sleeping princess?" Both women were laughing as they began to find a rhythm of bump and grind. The sexual tension became a real, if unspoken, member of the party. 

"Oh, yes, I had read about men doing that but it was more wonderful than I could have imagined. Kit kept on and on and as I went higher and higher, I thought my whole body was electrified. I think that is what made my muscles so sore. When it was over, I felt like a puddle of tingling joy." 

Sandy felt her gentle pressure on Eva's crotch start to have an effect. Eva's thighs had opened allowing Sandy's leg to press deeper between her legs. Sandy could feel the heat building as Eva's body trembled at the sexual play. Sandy's own cunt felt heavy and swollen, and she was sure a wet spot was forming on her pajama shorts. Reluctantly, she decided to end her seduction for the time being. 

"This is so nice, but I better get to bed." Sandy said. She pushed her upper body up while allowing her full weight to crush their slits onto the others thighs. Eva moaned slightly and her eyes became slightly unfocused. Sandy lowered herself again to rest on one elbow. With her free hand, she cupped Eva's breast with the hard nipple pushing against the nylon. "Your breasts are so beautiful and full, I feel under-privileged when I compare my pitiful little titties to yours." Sandy moved up to lightly sweep her tiny nipples over Eva's larger ones. "You win the battle of the boobs." 

Sandy laughed and lightly rose off the couch. Eva lay sprawled on the roomy sofa in the position of a woman who is completely ready to be fucked. Her face was flushed and her astounding eyes were slightly glazed. Her nipples made tiny hills in the nightgown topping the large breasts swollen and full in lust. Eva's thighs were splayed open with the thin nylon clearly outlining her dark triangle. 

Sandy leaned over and whispered softly, "Good night, sweet Eva, and thanks again." Sandy's kiss went directly to Eva's lips. With a slightly open mouth, Sandy explored the wide swollen lips with a kiss more tender than passionate. Sandy's hand had fallen as if by accident on Eva's heaving breast. Eva unconsciously pressed her chest up into Sandy's hand. Sandy smiled as she stood up and quickly walked away. "Good night, Eva, sleep well and dream sweet dreams." She walked into her room and closed the door. 

Eva lay on the cushions in confusion. The tickling in her belly that Kit had caused the day before had returned; her labia felt heavy, full, and swollen. Her breasts missed the warmth and pressure of Sandy's presence. She raised her hands to her chest and squeezed the flesh while pinching her nipples. The shock seemed to run straight to her crotch. Eva quickly got up and went to her own bed of restless dreams. 

******* 

The next morning, Friday, was routine. Sandy got herself and Katie ready to leave while Eva fixed their breakfast. She had waked energized with most of the soreness gone and decided to fix her granddaughter the small dollar pancakes that she loved. This plan short-circuited Katie's usual dawdling over breakfast and Sandy's irritation. Pleased with her cleverness and the pleasant tenor of the morning, Eva decided to extend the plan and asked Katie what she would like to eat that night when she got home. 

"Gramma, I want to go back to the carnival with Kit and have corny dogs and cotton candy. You can come too, Gramma, cause I think Kit likes you." 

Sandy snickered and looked at Eva with raised eyebrows. "He certainly does like Gramma, Katie. I think you could say he liked her so much that it made her sore all over. But you are going to have to change your plans. The carnival has moved to another town and I want you to stay in tonight since you were sick yesterday." 

Eva saw the happy morning atmosphere evaporating as Katie's face took on the stubborn cast that she had inherited from her father. Before the fight could begin, Eva said, "How about we have corny dogs here. Surely there is a recipe or you can buy them, but I think you have to have a special machine for cotton candy. How about make your own ice cream sundaes?" 

"Yay! I can't wait till I get home. I am gonna eat like a pig." Katie began making pig noises as she gathered her lunch box and backpack. "Come on, Mom. Time to go." 

"Wait a minute, young lady," said Eva. "You know you don't get to leave before your give Gramma a hug and a kiss." Katie scampered back to pay the toll of her leaving. As she trotted down the hall, she called, "Come on, Mom." 

Sandy smiled at Eva. "You indulge her too much." 

"It's a grandmother's prerogative," Eva answered with a smile. 

"How about me? De I get a kiss and hug too?" Sandy asked as she stepped close to Eva. At Eva's nod, Sandy's hands caught the sash of Eva's robe and untied the loose knot. Sandy slipped her arms inside the robe and opened it. Her stature made Eva's breasts inside the gown a perfect resting place for her cheek. Sandy hugged herself to Eva and then looking up into Eva's smiling face said, "I really enjoyed last night. I hope we have opened a door to even more closeness. Since tonight is Friday and I don't have to work tomorrow, maybe we could have wine instead of tea after Katie is in bed." 

"That would be lovely," said Eva. "But I am going to be busy today figuring out how to make corn dogs and deciding what wines are best with them." 

"My kiss," said Sandy and stretched up toward Eva's mouth. When Eva bent her face down, Sandy slipped a hand behind Eva's neck and met her full on the mouth. Sandy's lips tasted and teased Eva into relaxing. Immediately, Sandy's tongue flashed into Eva's mouth; it swirled once and was gone. 

Sandy stepped back. "Yum, you taste like pancakes and maple syrup. Good enough to eat. See you tonight." Sandy turned and strode after Katie leaving Eva standing with tingling lips, above and below. 

******* 

Eva spent the day in preparation for the evening. After a quick cleanup in the kitchen, she looked through her cookbooks for a recipe for corny dogs. She found the easy recipe and would only need to buy hot dogs. She could go after her daily laps. Almost every day, Eva swam fifty laps in her pool. After the deaths of her husband and son, she had used the pool as therapy. One lap was 100 feet so fifty laps was just short of a mile. Her body had become used to the exertion and Eva was able to turn off her problems while doing her daily workout. 

Her grief therapist has suggested that she swim naked to push herself beyond her old constraints. After some time, wearing a swim suit seemed ridiculous and confining. She slipped on a robe to walk out to the pool in the cool air, but once in the water, she did not notice the temperature. Upon finishing, she climbed out and was drying herself when she realized that she was truly happy and that her body felt marvelous. As she briskly toweled her heavy breasts, her thoughts returned to Kit and his attentions to them. As her nipples swelled, she remembered Sandy's "battle of the boobs" and laughed in the joyous memory. She silently thanked Kit for waking up her 57 year old body and looked forward to talking more with Sandy about that. She slipped on her robe and walked into the house tingling with endorphins and anticipation. 

Wearing her robe, Eva brushed and sprayed her hair. When she opened her lingerie drawer, she saw the cross your heart bra that she had bought after watching the television commercial. She had not worn it yet, but today seemed like a day for new things. The cups were softer than her usual heavy underwire bras and the straps lifted and separated comfortably. She reached in for her regular cotton panties, but her hand fell on a pair of nylon bikinis with sunflowers on them. They had been a present from Katie on her birthday. Eva slipped them on and walked to stand in front of her full length mirror. 

She thought she looked pretty good for her age, although her thick pubes showed over and on both sides of the bikini coverage. "Sunflowers surrounded by hay," she said with a smile. She wiggled her shoulders allowing her breasts to swing with unaccustomed freedom. Enjoying the private titillation, she looked in her closet for more items for the new-look Eva. 

The bell-bottomed hip-hugger jeans that were Sandy's birthday present to her fit snuggly over Eva's hips. The ten inch bells hid her penny loafers, but they were old and comfortable. From the dresser, she took a thin three-quarter sleeve V-neck cashmere sweater. She had always worn it under a blazer or jacket, as it molded itself to her body, but today she liked the look and feel. Anyway the day was cool and she would take a jacket with her. In front of the mirror, she shook her shoulders and chortled as her tits waved beneath the soft sweater. Out the door she went with a smile on her face. 

Eva drove to the new Safeway supermarket. She was not sure she liked the huge new market as well as her old familiar grocery store, but it was bright and clean and had a larger selection of goods than she had been familiar with. She quickly bought wooden skewers and hot dogs for Katie's meal. She bought one package of regular hot dogs and for fun another package of extra-long franks. She picked up vegetables for a salad, cheese and crackers, and then just wandered the aisles. 

In the medicine and health aide aisle, she saw a bottle labeled Sweet Heat Massage Oil. Eva stopped and took the carton from the shelf. As she was reading the product description, another shopper stopped his cart beside hers. A man of about her age took another box from the shelf and said, "It is marvelous stuff; isn't it." He smiled at her and his eyes traveled from her eyes to her sweater covered chest. 

"I...I have never used it," Eva sputtered, suddenly self-conscious that she had left her jacket in the car. She was very aware that her breasts were standing on display beneath the thin sweater. 

"Well, let me tell you that you have a real treat in store," he said as he stepped closer and reached to hold her hand that held the box. "See, here on the label, it says that it will leave you warm and tingly. I envy the lucky man who is going to get to massage it on to you. And see here, it says, 'Kind to the tenderest tissues,' and that means that it won't sting wherever you put it...if you know what I mean." He stood there holding her hand and the massage oil as his eyes took in Eva's entire lush figure. 

"Mark! Turn that lady loose and come on. We have to finish shopping and get home before the grandkids get out of school!" 

"Yes, dear," Mark said, as he released her hand. "Just helping this lady with her shopping." He pushed his cart off in the wake of a very heavy woman, but cast a longing eye back over his shoulder at Eva with a abashed smile. 

Eva couldn't help but grin at the old lecher. In another minute, he would have been offering to give her a massage right here on aisle 12. She laughed and looked back at the shelf. There were three varieties with different color boxes—pink for rose, red for strawberry, and yellow for vanilla. Eva stood there a moment considering and then took one of each to place in her cart. 

When Eva checked out, the female checker was all business until she saw the three boxes of massage oil. She looked at Eva and winked, "Expecting to have a busy weekend, I see. If you use them all up remember we open on Sunday after lunch. Ho, ho, ho." 

"I just thought I would see which I liked best..."Eva explained weakly as she handed two twenties over to pay. 

"Oh, you'll like them all, but I like the smell of the vanilla best. I use it on my boyfriend and it tastes just like it smells. Kind of like a vanilla lollipop." The cashier laughed at her own wit. "Let met get you some help to carry this out. Carry out, register two," she spoke into her microphone. A gangling young man in a red apron arrived quickly and carried her one paper sack to the car. 

Eva led the way outside with the sacker following and staring intently at the tight jeans on the mature fanny. Knowing that he was watching and feeling elated at all the attention, Eva put an extra swish into her hip movement. When she felt the cold air make her nipples start to rise, she decided to tease him a bit more. She opened the passenger side door for her car and draped her pointed tits over the top of the window frame. When he leaned in with the grocery sack, her nipples were only inches from his face as he placed the sack on the floor. 

"Thank you," she cooed as she had heard Marilyn Monroe do in the movies. "Can I give you a tit...I mean a tip?" 

She almost choked as he flushed red and white and red again before managing to say, "No, thank you, ma'am. We aren't allowed to touch...take...take them." 

Eva walked around the car enjoying her new game. He beat her to the driver's door and opened it for he. As she got in, she managed to bump him with her breast and hip. He stood holding the door open until she said, "You better close it now." As she drove off she saw him watching sadly. 

On the way home, Eva went to the liquor store and picked up two bottles of the fruity Merlot that she knew Sandy enjoyed. The owner, who often sold her wine without any comment, boosted her ego even more by saying that she was looking outstanding. Since his eyes never got above her collarbone, Eva was pretty sure of what he thought were outstanding. She had to admit that with her new bra and sweater, they were standing out. 

The afternoon passed quickly as Eva waited on Katie and Sandy. She mixed the batter for the corn dogs and put it in the refrigerator to cool. She laid out the skewers and dried half the hot dogs. The others she wrapped in foil and placed in the freezer. Four regular sized and four large should be enough for her little family. She settled in the breakfast nook with a book to wait for Sandy to get off work. 

******* 

Eva put her book aside when she heard the front door open. She swung around to face the sound of Katie's running feet. 

"Gramma, Gramma, are we going to eat corny dogs tonight? I have been..." As Katie burst into the kitchen, Eva stood up to welcome her. Katie froze for a moment, "Gramma, you look bootiful in jeans. I have never seen you so bootiful. Are we going to have corny dogs?" 

Eva laughed in delight and sat back down. "Yes, darling girl, we are having corn dogs if you will help me cook them and thank you for the compliment. Do you like my new look? Give me a hug and tell me about your day." 

Katie climbed into Eva's lap and began chattering about school and who was good and who had to go to time out. As she talked, she cuddled closer and closer to Eva. Sandy came to the kitchen door and stood wearily watching the pair in the breakfast nook. She smiled at the closeness of Eva and Katie as she reached down to take off her shoes. Just ridding herself of the low heels that she wore at work made her feel better. 

"You look tired," Eva said to Sandy. "Why don't you go relax while Katie and I fix the corn dogs? Get out of your work clothes, take a shower or even a bath, or you could get in the hot tub to relax. Probably be about an hour before we have everything ready. 

Sandy appreciated the down time that Eva was presenting her with. It had been a busy frustrating day at work and the thought of soaking away her tensions sounded great. "Thank you, I think I will do just that. Katie you do what Gramma says and be a good helper." Sandy started down the hall to her room with a lightening step. 

Eva watched Sandy's pert rear end wave beneath the knee length wool skirt. Sandy had her purse and Katie's backpack in one hand and her heels in the other. Eva's heart went out to the young woman who added so much to Eva's life and asked for so little. Eva determined that she would find a way to push Sandy back into a life of her own. 

As Sandy undressed, she remembered that she had suggested to Eva that they have wine tonight since Saturday was not a work day. As she removed her bra and rubbed the strap lines, her rekindled libido twitched and she considered how she might further entice Eva. The small pink buds on her uplifted breasts swelled and hardened as she remembered how sexy Eva had looked in the hot tub. Well, maybe tit for tat, though Sandy regretted that she did not have the rich abundance of tits that Eva did to show off. 

Slipping naked into a thick terry robe, Sandy removed her makeup in the bath and grabbed a towel before heading back to the kitchen in her flip-flops. She giggled at the thought of trying to look sexy when your wet eye-liner made you look like a bedraggled raccoon. In the kitchen, she found the pair still snuggling while Katie continued prattling about her day. 

"I decided to take your advice and sit in the hot tub, Eva." Sandy said. "If you get everything ready, you can come get me to eat." 

"Mom, look how bootiful Gramma is today in her jeans. And I 'specially like this shirt she has because it is so soft." Katie snuggled her face into Eva's cleavage and moved her face between the imposing hills. "This is the bestest shirt, Mom, you ought to get one." 

Eva looked slightly abashed and blushed, but Sandy said, "It is a wonderful shirt, Punkin, but I don't think I can make it as soft as Gramma. Call me when you need me." 

Sandy walked out the door to the hot tub. Eva had unintentionally fired Sandy's imagination by revealing what Sandy had often seen before but never reacted to. Sandy's night with Kit had reawakened her awareness of her own desire. Eva, too, seemed to be going through a new awareness of her sexuality and had responded, hesitantly, but positively to Sandy's first touches. Sandy decided to give Eva an eyeful and see what effect that might have. 




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man Ch. 03



Inside, Eva and Katie had begun taking out the ingredients for the meal when Sandy pitched the towel on the poolside table and removed to the robe to stand naked in the evening air. With her back to the kitchen, she stretched both arms above her head and twisted her back as if to stretch. She spread her feet and flexed her gluts as she turned far enough to reveal her small, taut breasts to Eva in the kitchen. 

Standing at the kitchen island, Eva was struck by the youth and beauty of Sandy. She felt envious of Sandy's trim, youthful figure and uplifted pointy titties. When Sandy bent at the waist in her stretches, Eva could see the entire crack of Sandy's small ass from spine to wispy pubes. Eva felt a brief stab a lust run through her belly to her loins and guiltily returned her attention to Katie. 

Katie was babbling on as she climbed up on the stool by Eva. "What do we do first, Gramma? Oh, look, there's Mom all nekkid. She better get in the hot tub or she is gonna get cold. Look, Gramma, you have two sizes of hot dogs, big ones and little ones. Did you know that, Gramma?" 

At the pool, Sandy turned to face the kitchen and, as she had hoped, she could see Eva watching her. Sandy waved and smiled at her mother, making her boobs jiggle enticingly. She turned and stepped into the hot tub before turning again to face the kitchen as she splashed herself with the warm water. Unlike Eva who had sat with her back to Sandy's gaze the day before, Sandy sat facing the kitchen and as she sank down into the water allowed her body to float up in the swirling jets to reveal her nipples pointing to heaven and her spread thighs with the pink gash at their summit. 

"Gramma, you're not listening to me." Katie said. "I don't know what we going to do. You have to show me." 

"Sorry, love, I was thinking of something else. First we have to put these wooden sticks, called skewers, in the hot dogs so we can have a handle to hold them. 

"But these aren't really hot dogs, Gramma. Hot dogs have bread around them and ketchup or chili or some other yucky stuff. These are just part of a hot dog." 

"Maybe you're right, dear. Some time people call this part the frankfurter or just frank. Some people call just this part a hot dog or a sausage or a wiener, or a weenie." 

"I like that, Gramma, I like weenie. I don't like frank 'cause I have a friend at school named Frank and I don't want to eat him. But weenie sounds like fun, so can we just call them weenies." 

"If you like, dear. Whatever we call them, we need to put them on the skewers like this until there is about this much sticking out. Can you do that?" 

The domestic chores were enjoyed by both generations. Katie spitted the weenies while Eva started the vegetable oil heating. After Katie dipped them in the batter, Eva fried them in the hot oil. As the finished corn dogs were cooling and draining on a paper towel, they made salads in separate bowls. Katie took great delight in remembering each day what everyone enjoyed in their salad and the meal was soon ready. 

Eva's enjoyment was spiced by frequent glimpses of Sandy in the hot tub. Not content to lie and soak, Sandy frequently stood and went through stretches that intentionally showed Eva every inch of her body. Sandy was lying hidden in the swirling water, when Eva said, "Do you want to go out and get your Mom, Katie?" Katie hopped down and ran to fetch Sandy. 

On returning with a damp Sandy in tow, she said, "Mom, corny dogs are ready and I helped Gramma make them and you need to tell her how nice she looks in jeans and that shirt. It's a really soft shirt and you need to rub your face on it to see how soft it is." 

"Sandy replied, "Gramma does look wonderful and I would love to feel her soft shirt, it's called a sweater, but I need to dry off a bit more and get dressed before we eat. I'll be right back, Eva." 

"Don't get dressed all over again, Sandy. Put on what you are going to sleep in and a robe. Tonight you can just relax. If you have a gown rather than your pajamas, they might be a good choice for tonight." Eva raised her eyebrows leaving Sandy optimistic. 

"I'll be right back," she said, as she started to her room. 

"Don't hurry; we'll set the table while you are gone." 

In her room, Sandy dried and brushed her hair and looked in her lingerie drawer. She chose a pale pink satin sleep slip with a kimono cover-up that Eva had given her for Christmas a couple of years before. It was lovely, but to Sandy, it would be most appropriate to catch a lover's eye. It did not come with a matching panty, but the mid-thigh length was as modest as the wearer wanted it to be. In white scuffs, Sandy went back to the kitchen to eat. 

Katie greeted Sandy with, "That's a pretty gown, Mom. Are you dry now? Come over here and feel how soft Garmma is. You won't get her all wet now." 

"Katie..." Sandy began. 

"Oh, come here and give me a hug. You looked like you could use one when you came in." said Eva. She opened her arms to Sandy. As Sandy walked into Eva's embrace, Eva said, "Katie, you can get the condiments from the refrigerator. You will probably want ketchup, but I want mustard and maybe some of that pickle relish." 

As she talked, Sandy had wrapped her arms around Eva's waist and rested her cheek on the cashmere covered mounds on Eva's chest. Eva's arms reached over Sandy's shoulders and began to rub her back gently. Eva whispered to Sandy. "You look lovely in that outfit. I knew you would. How does this feel?' Her strong hands kneaded the tenseness left between Sandy's shoulders. "I have a surprise for you after Katie goes to bed. I can hardly wait." 

Sandy tightened her arms around Eva's waist and rubbed her face into Eva's breast. She pressed her smaller firmer boobs into Eva's stomach and moved close enough to press her crotch against Eva's jean covered leg. 

"It feels wonderful," Sandy murmured as she moved her face through the deep valley and onto Eva's other breast. Eva's hands quit massaging, but her arms tightened pulling Sandy tighter to her. Almost unconsciously, she raised her thigh to press tighter between Sandy's legs. 

"That's a really soft shirt, isn't it, Mom?" Katie asked, bringing both women back to the present. 

"Yes, it is Katie," said Sandy. "Go look in the pantry to see if you can find another bottle of ketchup in case we run out." Sandy maintained her grip on Eva's waist as Katie ran into the walk-in pantry. She opened her mouth and gently nipped the hard nub of Eva's breast. "But not all of it is soft." Sandy said with a chuckle. 

Eva had gasped at the electric jolt of Sandy's bite. She stood tensely as Sandy dropped one hand to the back of Eva's jeans and pulled the mature ass to her. Sandy deliberately spread her thighs to increase contact with Eva's thigh and rocked her pussy against the older woman. Sandy reached up to pull Eva's mouth down to her for a brief kiss as her greedy lips nibbled at Eva's soft pliable mouth. 

Sandy released Eva and stepped back. As she trailed her hand from Eva's neck to her breast, she called, "Come on back in here, Katie. Maybe we won't need more ketchup." She gave Eva's breast a full-handed cup and squeeze before walking over to the breakfast nook to slide into the bench seat. "Come on, Katie, both of us are ready to eat." She smiled conspiratorially at Eva. 

When Sandy noticed the wine bottle on the table, she exclaimed, 'Oh Eva, you got the merlot that I like. Is that the surprise you promised me?' 

"Only the first part, Sandy. You will have to wait for the rest." 

"Yummm," said Sandy. "If it tastes as good as this, I may not be able to stand it." 

"I don't know about that, dear, but I have been assured that it tastes just like it smells," said Eva in reference to the massage oil. 

"Gramma, can I have some wine, too," asked Katie. 

"No, Katie, you have to be older to drink wine. It is not good for little girls." 

"How much older?" asked Katie. 

"More than five," said Eva. "But you can have some grape juice in a wine glass if you promise to be careful and not spill." 

Pacified with her wine glass, Katie happily returned to her salad. She asked, "I want one of the little corny dogs. What size do you want, Gramma?" 

"I think I will just have a small one too, Katie. I am not sure how much I am going to like them. What about you, Sandy?" 

"Let's all three have a small one and experiment with the condiments to see what we like best." 

Katie preferred ketchup. Eva, mustard; and Sandy, mustard mixed with the hot pickle relish. After they finished their corn dogs, Katie said, "Gramma, we are the best corn dog fixers ever. I want to have another one now and have them every night."  

"Are you sure you want another one, Katie?" asked Sandy. "Don't eat too much and make your tummy hurt." 

"OK, Mom," Katie replied, "I'll get this little one that is just the right size for me." Katie's appetite was satisfied and in the way of small children began to play with her food. She dipped the corn dog in her ketchup and licked it off. She nibbled on the fried batter covering the hot dog leaving the frank sticking out of its covering. She dipped the frank in the mustard on Eva's plate and covered it with her lips to suck it off. 

"Ewww! I don't like the taste of that condom on the weenie, Gramma! I just like the weenie or maybe covered with ketchup." 

Sandy exploded in giggles. She grabbled her wine glass and took a large swallow. "Yeah, Gramma, condoms make the weenie taste bad." She collapsed in laughter again. 

Eva said, "It is a condiment, Katie. Anything extra you put on food is a condiment, not a condom. I'm sorry you didn't like the mustard." Eva held herself together through this speech and then like Sandy resorted to her wine glass to buy time and composure. 

"Why is Mom giggling like that Gramma? Is eating corn dogs funny? 

"She is just being silly, Katie. We are having a good time with your choice of meal tonight and she is happy." 

"Gramma is right, Katie," said Sandy, "Corn dogs are happy food. Now either eat that thing or give it up. No playing with food." 

"I'll eat it, Mom," promised Katie, but her eyes were bigger than her stomach. The two women poured the rest of the bottle of merlot in their glasses as they waited while Katie dawdled with her corn dog. Finally she said, "Gramma, I can't eat any more, I'm full." 

"That's fine, dear. Just leave it there and go get ready for your bath. Remember tonight is Friday and you can watch your wrestling." 

"Yay!" yelled Katie as she jumped off the bench seat and headed out the kitchen to her room. "Come on, Mom. We don't want to miss the start." 

"Go ahead, love I'm coming." Sandy scooted out of the bench seat and walked around to put her arms around the seated Eva. "It doesn't take much to make her happy. Thanks for being so good to both of us." She pulled Eva's face against her stomach and squeezed. 

Eva turned in her chair and wrapped her arms around Sandy's narrow hips. Her hands seemed to naturally overlap as each covered a small buttock beneath the thin material. Eva squeezed back. "What will make you happy, Sandy?" Eva asked. 

"I'll tell you after Katie goes to bed and we open that other bottle of wine." Sandy laughed as she released Eva and started after her child. Eva sat still a moment savoring the anticipation. Then she rose and began straightening her kitchen. 

******* 

Bathed and dressed in pink flannel pajamas, Katie ran into the den to find Gramma on the sofa with the TV tuned to the wrestling. Katie's favorite, The Masked Avenger, was in a grudge match with his partner, Adonis, against the villainous Panhandle brothers, Amarillo and Dumas. Katie crawled into her grandmother's lap to cheer her heroes to victory despite the Panhandle's cheating and the blind judge. She used so much energy during the match that she was uncharacteristically quiet during the start of the women's match that followed. 

Evil Enola Gay was matched against sweet Chastity Purell. When Chastity was staggered by a sneak blow from behind by Enola's manager, Katie howled out her protest. Reeling from the punch, Chastity was flung to the mat by Enola. Pouncing on the stunned blonde, Enola jumped on Chastity's chest with her knees and moved up to catch her in a scissor lock with her legs around Chastity's neck. Poor Chastity's face was covered by Enola's ample butt and she thrashed in agony. 

Katie yelled, "Tap out, Chastity, tap out before she hurts you. Gramma, if you slap the mat they call it tapping out. It means you give up." The frightened child hid her face against her grandmother. From deep in Eva's cashmere cleavage, Katie asked, "Is Chastity OK, Gramma?" 

Eva assured Katie that Chastity was fine and indeed had surrendered by tapping out. She was already staggering around the ring promising, "I'll not let that stinker get me in such a position again. 

When Sandy giggled, Katie exclaimed, "You shouldn't laugh, Mom. Chastity is a good girl and Enola held her down and sat on her face till she couldn't breathe." 

"I know, I am sorry, honey. You are a good girl, too and I think it is time for us to go read you a story and let Gramma get ready for bed. Kiss Gramma good night and thank her for helping you fix corny dogs." 

After receiving her hug, kiss, and thanks, Eva watched her two loves start down the hall. "Sandy," she said, "come to my room after Katie's story. I have something for you." 

Sandy's imagination kicked into high gear. Beneath her kimono, her tissues began to engorge and moisten in anticipation. But Mom mode ruled the moment and she efficiently maneuvered her daughter through book, bathroom, and good night kiss. As she closed the door on the tot whose eyes were already glazed with weariness, Sandy's heart leaped as she hurried to Eva's bedroom. 

When she opened the door, she found Eva's bed stripped to the sheets. Eva, freshly showered and combed in another thin gown, rose to take one of the wine glasses from the bedside table and hand it to Sandy. On a dressing table was a trey of crackers, cheeses, and grapes. Beside the trey were three boxes labeled, Sweet Heat Massage Oil. 

"What's this?" asked Sandy, picking up a box. 

"You suggested that we could learn to massage and that massage oil might be nice. I found three types. You pick which you want—strawberry, rose, or vanilla. I will see if I can put a smile on your face with a very amateur massage." 

"That is wonderful and I choose strawberry, but I get to do you after and I want you to be vanilla. We can save the roses for another time. How do you want me?" 

"I took the cover from the bed in case the oil would stain, so just take off your gown and lie face down." 

"Naked?" asked Sandy. 

"I guess that would be best." 

"Then you take your gown off too, Eva." 

Both women removed their robes and gowns. The contrast was startling. Sandy was slight and diminutive. Her slim figure belied the fact that she had been a mother for five years. Her small up-tilted breasts pointed at the ceiling with pink nipples on rosebud areolas. Her firm ass featured two small buttocks separated by a wide deep gap. Her wispy pubic bush was so fair as to blend with her small mound showing almost nothing of her tiny slit. The small C-section scar on her stomach just above her bush showed Katie's entry point into the world. 

Eva was a head taller and darker. Her dark hair was highlighted with streaks of silver and bronze. From her chest, two magnificent cones showed very little surrender to gravity or age. Round and funnel-shaped, they were topped with dark two-inch areolas with brown nipples as large as the end of Eva's thumb. Beneath, her mature belly was full and convex tapering to a forest of dark pubic hair. The delta shape reached almost to her navel and spread to the deep groove of her groin. Her hips swelled from a relatively narrow waist. Between her thighs, the heavy labia parted to promise a rich mystery hidden by the hair. 

The two women stood naked, each regarding the other intently. They had often seen each other nude while swimming, but this was nakedness for a recognized, but unspoken purpose. "You are beautiful and thoughtful to do this for me," said Sandy. She took a large gulp of her wine and stepped close to Eva raising her face for a kiss. Eva bent to peck Sandy's lips, but when the younger woman softened and opened her mouth, Eva pressed in closer, sliding her tongue along Sandy's lips as Kit had taught her. Eva trembled as Sandy's arms encircled her. 

"I want to I tell you what I did today," said Eva. "It was such fun; I flirted and flaunted my boobs and butt at the boy at the grocery store and at Mr. Lowell at the liquor store. They just stared and stared, and I just acted like I didn't know what was going on." The two women stood by the bed with their arms around each other. Sandy slid one hand down to grasp Eva's ass cheek and pull her tighter. 

"Oooh, Eva, you're turning into a slut. What will you do next? Is Kit not going to be enough for you? Can I have another kiss?" Again Eva leaned down to the smaller woman this time frankly seeking Sandy's open mouth. As their tongues tangled, Sandy's hands stroked Eva's back and slid down her hips to catch her mature ass cheeks and lift and separate them as she pulled Eva's muff into her stomach. Eva's trembling increased. 

"Sandy, I still feel bad about being with Kit. He was yours first and I pushed my way in. It seemed like when I saw you with Kit, a door opened and I just had to walk in. I'm sorry; please don't be angry with me. I promise I will never..." 

"Hush, Eva. I told you already that Kit was not mine. I think he did a really good thing for both of us and I know I owe him. I behaved like such a coward; I need to think of something really nice to get him. Of course, it was not like he didn't get something out of the bargain too. And from what I saw of you two in the hot tub, you gave him your best effort as well." 

"Yes, but Sandy I was just operating on pure lust and instinct. I had never had sex like that before, and Kit's male parts are considerably more generous than Lawton's." Eva giggled, "I should feel guilty saying that, but...it is twice, maybe nearly three times as long and...oh, god, I need another drink." 

Eva turned reached for her wine glass. As she drank, Sandy said, "I have something to tell you too. We can share Kit, but I want to share more with you." Eva leaned forward to offer the glass to Sandy. "No, I don't want your wine, Eva; I want to make love with you." 

"But we can't." said Eva. 

"Eva, I love you and I want to show you all the pleasures of sex that you have missed out on. You said that you were intrigued by the possibilities, and we are not really related except..." 

"I didn't mean we shouldn't, Sandy, I meant we couldn't. I love you too and am not really concerned about the right or wrong of the relationship. I meant that we don't have the right equipment." Eva held Sandy away and glanced pointedly between them. 

"You mean because neither of us has a penis?" Sandy asked. When Eva nodded, Sandy said, "Let me show you how two women can pleasure each other. Would you like that?" 

When Eva hesitantly nodded, Sandy hugged her tightly and brushed her face on Eva's breasts. "Lie on the bed, Eva. I am going to show you how and then you can do me" 

Positioning Eva on her back in the center of the bed, Sandy poured a liberal amount of the massage oil on her hands and rubbed them to warm the oil. She walked on her knees beside Eva and began oiling the older woman's body from her collarbone to her knees. She brushed lightly over Eva's warmed and relaxed skin. 

As Sandy worked the oil soothingly over Eva, she said, "Just close your eyes and relax. If you don't like something that I do, just say, "Whoa" like riding a horse. OK." 




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man Ch. 03



Eva nodded as Sandy gently stroked Eva's face and neck. As she moved to the tops of the shoulders, Sandy applied more pressure to the larger muscle groups. She moved to Eva's chest and used both hands to knead and lift the heavy breasts while avoiding the nipples. Sandy wanted Eva to be ready for her touch when she reached the more sensitive erogenous zones. After causing both nipples to stand erect, Sandy moved down to Eva's belly. 

Kneeling beside her relaxed mother, Sandy's own lust stabbed in her belly. She could smell her own arousal and knew that her tiny slit was wet with desire. Ruthlessly, she damped down her own desires to concentrate on bringing Eva to a peak of arousal. 

Sandy stroked the smooth abdomen and down onto Eva's hips. When she reached Eva's thick bush, Sandy moved to the tops of the thighs and working harder and deeper, massaged each thigh until Eva relaxed completely. 

"I'm going to move between your legs now, dear, so that I can do your lower legs and feet. OK?" Eva made a noise of agreement that seemed to Sandy to hold some urgency and frustration. Sandy smiled as she pulled Eva's legs apart and knelt in the gap between. With a perfect viewpoint, Sandy saw that Eva's dark labia were swollen and beginning to open. Resisting the urge to touch or taste, Sandy picked up Eva's left knee and placed it on her right thigh. Eva's right leg remained stretched out beside Sandy while Sandy applied a new handful of the massage oil on Eva's bent knee and lower leg. 

Pressing her fingers deeply behind Eva's knee and down the shin, Sandy manipulated Eva's right leg so that Eva's crotch was opened up totally to Sandy. When Sandy reached Eva's foot, she pressed the older woman's thigh back against her chest in a classic sexual position. Eva's moans grew as Sandy's fingers loosened knots on the bottom of Eva's' feet and between her toes. 

"God, that feels wonderful, Sandy." 

"Just wait. It will get better." 

"I don't know if I can stand it." 

"Just relax and enjoy, darling Eva." Sandy put Eva's left foot down on the bed beside her hip and reached for the other knee. Eva anticipated and raised the knee toward Sandy. Sandy smiled at Eva's cooperation as she repeated the process. As Sandy worked on her right leg, Eva unconsciously allowed her left knee to fall outward giving Sandy the complete access she wanted. 

When she set Eva's foot back on the bed, she slid her oiled hands down the inside of Eva's thighs to the furry juncture. When she framed Eva's swollen cunt with her hands, Eva's hips began the eternal rhythm, rocking in an effort to achieve a greater closeness. Sandy's fingertips touched just above Eva's clit and her thumbs lightly stroked Eva's crack from asshole to taint. Sandy's touch became more firm and demanding. 

"Do you like that, Eva? What do you want me to do? Shall I stop, dear?' Sandy teased. 

Eva's hips pumped more purposefully as she moaned, "No, no, no." 

"No?" said Sandy, deliberately misunderstanding. "You want me to quit what I'm doing?" she teased as she continued her squeezing. 

"No, no, don't stop," gasped Eva on the edge of an orgasm. 

"Well, say it then, darling Eva. We can say anything to each other. Say what you want me to do. 

"Oh, Sandy, I need it so bad, Make love to me, Sandy, please, make love to me now!" 

"That is what I have been doing, darling, but that is not what you really want, is it?" Sandy rose on all fours to crawl over the top of Eva's heaving body. She dragged her engorged nipples over Eva's oil-slicked body. As she leaned down to kiss Eva, Sandy's thigh moved atop Eva's open weeping mound and ground against her hairy pubis. 

"Ohhh!" cried Eva. But Sandy moved teasingly away from the contact and kissed Eva with a fierce lovers kiss. Her tongue stabbed into Eva's open mouth. When Eva tried to wrap her arms around Sandy, Sandy caught her hands and pressed them into the bed above Eva's head in a gesture of pure dominance. Sandy's lips ravaged Eva's beautiful open mouth again before she demanded, "Now tell me what you want, Eva." 

"I want you, Sandy. Help me... I need... pleeeese!" Eva wailed in desperation. 

Sandy rose again on all fours and reached for Eva's pussy with her hand. Briefly she cupped the hot, engorged sex and then she trailed her finger lightly over the straining lips until she reached Eva's clit. Sandy placed a finger on either side of the erect nub and rubbing slowly and gently said again, "Say the words, Eva, say what you want me to do." 

"I can't...I can't say it..." Eva sputtered. 

"Then I won't help you." Sandy opened her hand to grasp a handful of Eva's thick bush. Clinching her fingers in it, she shook Eva's turgid flesh and then scrubbed her knuckles over the drooling cunt. Sandy paused and gently stroked the heated snatch. "Say what you want, Eva; what we both want." As she grasped Eva's pubes again, Sandy heard Eva say. 

"Fuck me, Sandy, Oh, God, yes, fuck meeee!" 

Immediately, Sandy slipped her first two fingers of her right hand into Eva's open slit. Those two were quickly joined by a third which Sandy rubbed against the upper wall of Eva's vagina as she pinched Eva's clit with her thumb. Shaking her hand Sandy quickly drove Eva over the top. 

"Ahhh, ahhh, ohhh, yesss!" Eva gasped and whined as her body trembled beneath Sandy's. When Eva's orgasm began to slow, Sandy crawled higher between Eva's legs until her small breasts teased Eva's larger ones; then she moved on up to kiss Eva's swollen mouth. 

"Do you like a boob kisses, Eva?" 

Eva's arms reached around Sandy and pulled her down into a deep kiss. "I liked every bit of it. Thank you, Sandy.' 

"Don't thank me yet, Eva. We are just starting. Let's just rest and recover for a while before I eat your pussy. You are going to think that what we just did is nothing compared to that." 

Before Eva could lose her glow, Sandy became active again on Eva's body. Kisses that began tender and languorous became deeper and more passionate. Sandy's tongue plunged into Eva's mouth demanding surrender. As Sandy writhed on top of Eva's lush body, her slender thigh slid tightly against Eva's swollen, sensitive labia and Sandy straddled Eva's thigh to press her hot mound tightly into the passive older woman. 

"Grind with me, Eva. Find a rhythm and work that clit on my leg. That's it, work those hips, together now, oh, yes, that's nice, Eva, but it will be even better when I suck on your nipples like this. Can you grunt like a pig when I'm grinding you, Eva?" Sandy continued grinding while she took Eva's nipple in her mouth and sucking and licking inhaled as much as she could. Eva whined her lust and began pumping her hips more frantically. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," Eva grunted as she pumped on Sandy's thigh. 

"Are you getting close again, dear?" Sandy asked. "But I don't want you to settle for this. There is a huge treat waiting if you want it and you do what I say. De you want it, Eva? Tell me if you want me to take you over completely. Say you are my slut, Eva and then I will give you your treat. Tell me that I own you and that you are my slut, Eva." 

"Oh, Sandy, I didn't know I could want anything so badly. Whatever you want, I will be, I'm your slut. Use me up, darling, just don't leave me wanting like this. Ugh, ugh." 

Eva strained against Sandy's leg. Her hands reached to grasp Sandy's buttocks and pull them into her as they writhed against one another. 

"Taste me, Eva, tonight you are going to taste all of me. Start with my breasts." Sandy moved up to present her strawberry tipped tit to Eva. When Eva tentatively took it in her mouth, Sandy pressed into Eva's face, "Suck it hard, Eva, I won't break. Suck it! Nurse it like you were starving." Eva complied. 

Sandy reached between her legs and gathered the fluids from her own pussy. As she pulled her breast away from Eva, she played her moist fingers across Eva's lips. "Now taste my nectar, Eva, Suck it off my fingers like you will suck it off my clit later." Eva opened her mouth as Sandy slid her three middle fingers between the beautiful full lips. "Nurse my fingers, Eva. Learn to suck and use your tongue to pleasure your partner. Do you like the taste? Don't stop sucking! If you do like tasting me, hum for me, Eva." 

As Eva began a whimpering, humming sound, Sandy reached between Eva's legs and began lightly stroking the fat cunt that was heaving against Sandy's leg. The humming increased in pitch and intensity as tremors ran through Eva's stomach and the insides of her thighs. 

Sandy pulled her fingers from Eva's mouth and kissed her. "I'm going to eat your pussy now, love. Remember if you don't like something and want me to stop say, "Whoa"; if you like what I am doing tell me or just hum; when you have had all you can stand, bark like a dog, like my bitch." 

Sandy rolled off of Eva to stand by the bed. She grasped Eva's legs at the knees and pulled her toward the edge of the bed until her ass was only barely on the mattress. Sandy kneeled on the floor between Eva's legs and draped a thigh over each shoulder. Sandy's hands reached around Eva's hips and she seized a breast in each hand as her face pressed between Eva's legs and her tongue began a lazy exploration. Eva began humming happily. 

Sandy's tongue painted in broad, flat strokes the quivering flesh between Eva's legs. Sandy caught one side of the engorged labia in her mouth and sucked on it as she pulled and stretched it. She repeated on the other side as Eva's humming became more frantic. Sandy plowed her face into Eva's rich furrow as her tongue stabbed as deeply as possible. 

Eva felt her orgasm begin and she placed her feet on Sandy's shoulders while she dropped her knees to the side to open herself up to lust. Eva's hips began pumping against Sandy's face. Her hums turned into moans. Eva was surprised when Sandy pulled back and said, "Not yet, Eva. You don't get your treat yet. Let's see how you like this." 

Sandy put her hands under Eva's knees and pushed them up until they rested on her chest. Eva's entire ass crack was rolled up and open to Sandy's attentions. "Hold your knees there, Eva. Don't let them go." With her left hand, Sandy pulled back Eva's clitoral fold baring the tiny nub to light strokes of Sandy's tongue. Eva began humming again. 

Tiny quick brushes against Eva's pleasure node had her soon on the edge of an orgasm when she felt Sandy's right hand move to her open vagina. As Sandy's tongue laved her clit, first two fingers swirled inside Eva's hole; then three made a triangular wedge that stretched and probed. Eva's hips began quivering as her excitement grew with the wonderful feeling of fullness she had never had except with Kit. She released one of her knees and wrapped her leg around Sandy. 

"Now, Sandy, I need it now." 

Immediately, Sandy's hand stopped its wonderful probing. She pushed Eva's thighs apart and slapped her soundly on her pussy. "Whap! Whap!" The shock and sting of the blows jolted Eva into releasing her other knee and staring between her tits and thighs at Sandy. "What do you think..." Eva began. 

"I think that tonight you are my slut. Do what you are told, slut. Hold up your knees for me or I get up and leave. No treat for you tonight. Apologize and get your ass up for me or I walk out. You said yourself that I own you. You can be boss next time, but now..." Sandy raised her eyebrows and looked steadily at Eva. 

Eva did not hesitate long. She lay back on the bed. Her large dark eyes filled with tears and dismay as she reached for her knees. She pulled them up to her chest and looked sadly at Sandy, "I'm sorry. I should do whatever you ask. I am so sorry to disappoint you. Please forgive me." 

Sandy said, "You are forgiven, but now you must be punished. Are you ready for that?" 

"I am ready for whatever you think is best." Eva said. 

"A spanking is what bad girls usually get," said Sandy. "Stay in that position until I tell you differently. Now..." Sandy slapped Eva's displayed slit a stinging blow. 

"Ah," Eva gasped as she an electric shock race from her clit through her thighs and belly. 

"Poor, bad girl," said Sandy as she leaned forward to kiss the stinging clit. Opening her mouth, Sandy sucked and tongued Eva's center for a moment before pushing on the back of Eva's thighs with both hands to rock her even higher. Her greedy tongue and mouth slid down Eva's gash through her quivering labia and down to her anus. There Sandy's tongue came alive laving the entire area and then teasing the opening briefly before stabbing and wiggling inside. 

Eva flinched at the unexpected assault. She squeezed her cheeks together and pushed her thighs against Sandy's restraining hands. Immediately, Sandy spanked Eva's left buttock hard with her right hand. "Bad girl, be still!" Immediately, Eva felt another sharp whack on her other ass cheek. She pulled her knees back to her chest and relaxed her ass to give Sandy access. "That's better," Sandy said. 

Sandy roughly pushed Eva's ass into the air and devoured her from asshole to clit. As Sandy gave Eva her first rim-job, she was surprised to hear Eva begin to hum. When she began to tongue the swollen labia, Sandy placed her left thumb over Eva's asshole. As she ate the pussy, she gently teased Eva's rear opening. The humming grew louder. 

"Like that do you, love? You'll like this even better." Sandy's mouth closed over Eva's clit, sucking it like a tiny nipple without any direct contact. Sandy's right hand moved to Eva's vagina and pointing all four of her fingers like a spear with the thumb folded inside, Sandy began to vigorously work her small hand into Eva. 

Sandy's tongue and lips flew from clit to labia, adding to Eva's moisture to ease the penetration. Eva's hips began fucking up at Sandy's hand -pushing and seeking greater pleasure. 

As Sandy sucked on Eva's clit and lashed it furiously with her tongue, she felt her hand slip to the wrist inside Eva. Immediately Eva's body was seized in an orgasmic spasm. Placing her feet flat on the bed by her ass, Eva's pelvis drove itself toward Sandy. Sandy closed her hand into a fist and raked her knuckles across Eva's G- spot. 

Sandy alternated thrusting her hand deep into Eva to bump against her cervix and spreading her hand to rotated and massage Eva's G-spot. All the while Sandy's tongue traced a circle around Eva's pleasure center. 

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," Eva grunted as she rode Sandy's hand. Sandy partially opened her hand filling all the space in Eva's vagina. She rotated her hand back and forth touching all the spaces in Eva's long neglected cunt. As Eva began a trembling shaking orgasm, Sandy slipped her left thumb into Eva's ass As Eva's humming became more loud and frantic, Sandy drove her thumb as deeply as possible into Eva's ass and began fucking it in and out. 

The simultaneous stimulation of ass, pussy, and clit was too much for Eva and remembering her instructions began barking..."Woof, woof, woof...Stop, Sandy, stop, Woof! You have to stop before I have a heart attack." Eva said weakly. 

Sandy immediately removed both hands from Eva's bottom. She reached up to pull Eva's hands from where they were holding her legs up. When she pulled Eva's legs down to hang off the bed on either side of her, Sandy leaned up to kiss Eva's bruised and swollen pussy. She briefly and lightly tongued the sensitive bud of Eva's clit before she stood up. She gathered Eva's legs and placing them on the bed, rolled Eva into the middle of the bed. 

As Eva lay in sated exhaustion, she saw Sandy crawl up on the bed. She gently placed a pillow beneath Eva's head as she lay on her back and said, "You barked, bitch. You're my bitch tonight and you've had all you can take. And now you are going to give me mine." 

Sandy kissed Eva's lips softly. She said, "Put your arms at your sides, Eva." As Eva obeyed, Sandy moved higher and swung her leg over Eva's chest. She crawled higher until her crotch was elevated slightly over Eva's face. 

"Now you're going to eat me while I cum all on your pretty face. I like both of my holes tended to, but I will let you figure that out for yourself. Can you see my pussy, Eva? Can you smell the sharp aroma of my lust for you? Well, stick out your tongue, bitch, and let's start figuring this out." She lowered her slit to Eva's mouth. 

Eva's first taste of a woman's juices intrigued her and she raised her face to plow her tongue through Sandy's small slit. The taste was somewhat sharp, but not unpleasant and Eva thrilled to hear Sandy moan as her tongue sought Sandy more aggressively. Eva's nose bumped Sandy's clit causing Sandy to lurch upward. Eva reached up and grasped Sandy's buttocks to steady her and her fingernails slipped down Sandy's ass crack to rake over her anus. 

"Oh, yes, Eva, play with my ass. I love it. Ahh! Ahh!" Sandy squealed as Eva's fingers of her right hand began to play over and around Sandy's asshole. When Eva reached up with her left hand and seized Sandy's jiggling breast to pinch and pull on the nipple, Sandy's long delayed orgasm cascaded through her. Slamming her pussy onto Eva's face, she scrubbed her clit over Eva's mouth and nose. 

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Sandy crowed as she hammered her pubes into Eva. Sandy reached with her left hand and grabbed Eva's hair and pulled her face tighter into her crotch. Leaning back, she reached back to cup Eva's sex and shared her excitement. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Take that, Eva, take that!" 

"Mommy, are you and Gramma wrestling? Do you have her in a scissor lock?" The small voice came from the door of the bedroom. Sandy swung around to see Katie standing in the doorway in her jammies. They had forgotten to lock the door. 

Gathering herself as best as possible, Sandy answered, "Yes, honey, we are wrestling." 

"Did you win? Gramma looks like you pinned her." Katie asked. 

As Sandy felt Eva's snort and chuckle against her lower regions, she answered, "Yes, dear, I think Gramma is just about to tap out. Why don't you go tinkle and I'll bring you a glass of water so you can go to sleep again." 

"OK, G'night, Gramma," Katie said as she turned to go to the bathroom she and Sandy shared. 

Sandy swung herself away from Eva and leaned in to kiss Eva's bruised and swollen lips. She tasted herself on them, but only said, "I'll be back when I get her to sleep." Eva nodded. Sandy pulled her kimono on and followed her daughter. 

When Sandy returned, Eva had obviously gotten up and washed her face and combed her hair. She had her gown back on and was lying in bed with a glass of wine and a sprig of grapes. She motioned at the second full wine glass on the other bedside table. She said," Come to bed with me, Sandy, but just for snuggling. I don't think these old bones will let me learn everything about loving you in one night. Anyway, I tapped out, remember." Both women smiled, then chuckled, then broke into pure joyous laughter. 

"We will have to learn to lock the doors again to prevent interruptions of that sort," said Sandy. "I haven't even thought about that in years." 

"I am looking forward to what we can do behind locked doors, Sandy. But I want to tell you what I have been thinking about while I was waiting for you. You have said that you felt you didn't finish with Kit and that maybe you owed him." 

"I do, Eva, I don't think that I would have ever been a complete person if he hadn't help wake up my sex drive. I hope you don't feel jealous of him..." 

"Nonsense, darling. Kit and you have opened a door for me that I didn't know existed, and I think I know how we can thank him." 

"How, Eva? What are you thinking?" 

"I asked him if he could be attracted to and enjoy an older woman, like me, and he said that the only thing that could be better than me would be if there were two of me. Well, here we are." 




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man Ch. 03



"Eva, do you mean that you want to share Kit with me? For both of us to have him at the same time?" 

"Yes, if you would like to and if you think he would like it." 

"Oh, Eva, I promise you he would like it. No secure man in the world has not fantasized abut two naked women being sexually attentive and available to him at the same time." 

"I guess we would just have to trade off until we wore him out." Eva laughed. 

"No, Eva, there are lots of things that we could all do together. We will talk about that and practice up before we invite him to the party. This will be fun, now give me a kiss and I think I will go back to my own bed. I don't want to disrupt Katie's life too much at one time." 

Sandy leaned in for a short tender kiss and then left for her own bed. Both women and a little girl slept soundly to dreams of love and wrestling. 

In the trees outside the house, the breeze chuckled in amusement and satisfaction. It was becoming harder to stay here, but he needed to oversee the last chapter. He rested in the branches of the deep rooted trees and watched over the women he loved.



Kit's Stories - Katie's Man



Kit was feeling a bit like a ping pong ball batted between two skilled paddles. "Sandy, if Katie is comfortable with Kit that is fine with me." 

"See, Mom." Katie crowed triumphantly. "Now come on in the yard, Kit." 

"Well, all right then; I'll go get dressed and be out in a minute. Be a good hostess, Katie." 

As Sandy walked down the same hall, Katie ran to unlock the atrium doors and run outside. "Come on, Kit, come on. He is here now, but he can't stay long. Hurry." 

Kit smiled indulgently as he followed Katie into the yard to the play area under the trees, An almost Olympic sized pool was landscaped into the lawn with a cabana spilling pool toys through an open door. Most of the yard was thickly carpeted with grass, but beneath the trees was a thin layer of fallen leaves over bare ground. "Who is here, Katie?" Kit asked. 

"My man. He has something to tell you. Stand right here." She led him to the edge of the sand pile enclosed with two by twelve board sides. As Kit reached the spot she indicated, the stillness of the evening was broken when the wind began to swirl again. Leaves were picked up from the ground and circled in a tightening spiral until the whirlwind centered over the sand pile. The sand was picked up as the wind increased and the figure of a man began to coalesce in the midst of the circling sand and leaves. 

"That's him; said Katie, "that's my man, Kit. Listen, he wants to tell you something, but it is really hard for most people to hear him." 

From the rustling of the sand and leaves, Kit heard, or maybe just imagined he heard, a whispering, hissing faint voice, "Sheee needs to mooove on. Help herrrr..." The figure in the whirlwind became more clear to Kit. It was indeed a man in coveralls—no, a flight suit with the Air Force insignia on the chest. 

"Katie, Kit," the voice came from the patio. Sandy was standing at the door. As Kit watched, the figure faded, but the whisper came once more, "Help her—help..." It disappeared and the sand and leaves dropped down as the stillness of the evening returned. 

"Did you hear him, Kit?" Katie asked. "Could you see him? I have always been the only one, but he said you could." 

As Sandy came bustling up toward them, Kit looked at the young mother. She seemed younger in a hot pink peasant blouse with black lace frills across the scoop neck and up on the sleeves. The lace hid, but seemed to emphasize the small pert breasts beneath them. The shirt ended just below her navel leaving an enticing view of a small waist above a low slung pair of bell-bottomed black hip huggers. The jeans were molded to her compact figure showing every surprising curve on the petite body. From under the eleven inch bell bottoms, ten hot pink colored toes set off her white sandals. 

Kit looked down at Katie's expectant face. He said quietly to her, "I did see him, but I am not sure what he wants. We can talk more later." Katie nodded. Kit turned to Sandy, 

"Don't you look delectable, Like cotton candy—good enough to eat." 

As Sandy smiled at the compliment and the blushed as she considered how she might be eaten, Katie asked, "What is cotton candy? I don't know what it is." 

Kit grinned at Sandy and said, "We will get some for you. It is so pretty and sweet that you just want to eat it and eat it for a long time. Let's go get in the car and we're off for corny dogs and cotton candy." 

"Yay!!" said Katie. 

"Yay." Whispered Sandy to herself as she felt a tingling in her lower belly and a warmth spread beneath the zipper of her jeans. A warm gust of air moved on the back of her neck and behind her ear. She was reminded of Dusty's usual romantic approach to her. From behind, he would cup her breasts and blow gently on her neck. It never failed to arouse her. The magic memory of a loving husband took her beyond the reality of her mother's back yard. Kit and Katie seemed to fade as she felt again the long missed caresses. It seemed that there was warm support beneath her bra cups and a soft whisk across the hardening tips. Sandy lay her head over as the soft warm breeze stirred the hair behind her ear. Chill bumps sprang from her arms and her nipples engorged as she felt once again surrounded by sexual desire. She welcomed his warm breath and loving hands. 

"Mom! Mom! We're ready to go now. Come on!" Katie was holding Kit's hand at the door to the house as Sandy stood entranced in her reverie. It seemed she could almost...No, that would be ridiculous. Sandy shook her head and followed slowly as if in a dream. 

"Come look, Kit. I need to show you!" Katie tugged Kit's hand and pulled him down the hall. Kit expected to find a little girl's room with stuffed toys and dolls. Instead he was guided into Sandy's bedroom where her work clothes lay on the bed. Katie ran to the bedside table and grabbed an 8X10 photo in a silver frame. "This is him, Kit. This is my man. You saw him didn't you—outside in the yard—you did—say you did." She handed Kit the picture. 

Kit looked from the expectant blue eyes of the child to a picture of two young men in flight suits standing in front of a jet fighter. The taller of the two had his arm around a lithe fair-haired young man with a huge grin. 

"See, Kit, that's my man. Everybody loved him. The big man is hugging him. My mom and Gramma loved him and I do too. He loves all of us, but he is changed and can't stay long. He had a hard time finding us and has to leave soon, but he wants to help us be happy, and he says you are going to help." She paused for breath and looked up at Kit with hopeful eyes. 

"Are you unhappy, Katie?" 

"Not so much as Mom and Gramma. They miss him a lot and they can't see him. He says they both need to move on, but I like our house and don't want to move. He says Mom is horny and you can fix that, but I don't see horns on her like a cow or a devil. Do you understand any of that? Please help us." 

Kit stood there stunned; he looked from the picture to the little girl and back. "Katie, I will do what I can to help, but I have to think about this for a while. Probably it would be best if you don't say anything about your man and your plan to your mom until I can figure out the best thing to do. And we can talk about it more later, OK?" 

As Katie nodded agreement, Sandy came into the room. "There you are. Katie, why did you bring Kit...oh, you were showing him the picture." 

"He needed to see, Mom. The picture is more clearer." 

"Sandy, I am sorry. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy. I thought she was going to show me her room. I should have asked." Kit apologized. 

"Kit, don't worry about it. Katie is used to ordering her grandmother and me about and she is really good at it." 

"Well, I'm hungry now, and I want to go to the fair in Kit's 'vertable. Let's go." Out the door ran the tot in her black tights and orange top with pumpkins on it. As she disappeared down the hallway, Sandy sighed. "If you want to back out..." 

"No!" said Kit. "She is a doll just like her mom. I am looking forward to the evening. Let's go." He offered his hand to Sandy. Unthinking she grasped Kit's warmth as they started off down the hallway following the irrepressible Katie. 

When the two adults reached Kit's car, Katie was already sitting in the small back seat. "Mommy, you sit there and Kit will drive and we can watch the sky when he drives. His car is way cooler than our car, but I don't know what he does when it rains." 

"It has a top, Katie, it just folds up. We will be safe," Kit said. 

"I'm not afraid. My man said you would take care of us/" 

The ride to the fairgrounds was tour guided by the little girl standing up and leaning between the bucket seats. She kept a running commentary on what she wanted to do at the fair. She said she wanted to see the animals, eat corny dogs with lots of ketchup, and ride all the rides, even the ones that Mommy was afraid of. And later we can watch the moon be round and big from Kit's 'vertable. 

Sandy asked, "Where did you come by all this information about the fair. Have some of the kids at school been telling you what they have done?" 

"My man told me and he said that later, Kit could show us a place where the lake would drown the moon." 

"Katie, your imagination is running off with you. The lake can't drown the moon because ..." 

"Actually, Sandy," Kit interrupted. "She is right. It is a full moon and at my parent's house, the moon seems to go down into the lake. I watched it go down last night about 9:00 so it will probably set around 9:45 or so tonight. Since tomorrow night is Halloween, I am sure Katie is going trick or treating then so we better go watch the moon drown after the fair." 

"That is past her bedtime and I doubt that she can stay awake that late. Anyway it is too much trouble..." 

"Not at all, let's just see how things go at the fair," said Kit. 

"I won't get sleepy, Mommy. There's too much to do." The beaming smile on the young girl's face ended the debate. 

"OK, sweety, but if you get tired and cranky, we are going straight home. Deal?" 

""It's a deal, Mommy," Katie replied solemnly as she licked her thumb and held it toward her mom. Sandy licked her thumb and pressed it against Katie's. 

"This is how we treat serious agreements in our house, Kit." Sandy said with a rueful smile. "Katie's dad and I began it when we started dating. It is only for the most serious agreements.. Katie and I have continued the custom." 

"Deal, Kit?" Katie asked as she licked her thumb and held it toward Kit. 

Kit licked his thumb and met the tiny thumb that reached around his right shoulder as he drove. "Deal!" 

At the fairgrounds, they bought corny dogs, French fries, and Dr. Peppers for the three of them. They visited the condiments table for the small packets of ketchup and mustard along with a handful of napkins. They carried the food into the equestrian center where they could sit while eating and watching the horses perform. The dressage competition was under way and Katie was enthralled. She stood at the rail holding her forgotten corny dog as the horses and riders swirled in graceful movement. Sandy and Kit sat and ate while watching the show and the enthralled child. 

"Look, Mommy, when I get big I want a horse like that and I will ride it here for everyone to see." 

"Fine, honey, but eat your corny dog so you can grow. You said you were hungry." 

Katie bit the fried cornmeal crust off the end of her corny dog to leave a couple of inches of the hot dog inside sticking out. "Look, Mommy, it has a weenie in it. You love weenies, don't you, Mommy. My man says you are a weenie gobbler from way back. You have a weenie too don't you, Kit." 

Desperately working to control his amusement, Kit said, "Well, I may not like them as much as your mom, but I'm pretty partial to mine. De you really like weenies, Sandy?" 

Caught with the end of her corny dog in her mouth, Sandy's blue eyes widened in a blue panic; her face reddened as she attempted to finish off the bite and answer. As she chewed and swallowed, Katie's attention returned to the arena and the horse show. Kit slumped forward with a hand over his eyes as he shook in helpless laughter. Without a target audience for her wrath, Sandy reverted to mom mode. "Eat your corny dog, Katie and don't let it make a mess on you." 

Kit's shoulders heaved as he tried to hold in a new burst of laughter. He heard a snicker on his right where no one sat and heard a clearly whispered, "Oh, my God!" He pivoted quickly to look at the empty seat beside him and noticed how his right side seemed cooled strangely while the left next to Sandy seemed extra warm. "Strange air-conditioning currents in here," he thought. 

"Why did you do that? Why did you say, 'Oh, my God; just like Dusty used to do?" Sandy's blue eyes were totally focused on Kit. He felt like she was suctioning his soul to her with her intensity. 

"I didn't...I mean...I don't know..." he stuttered to a halt as their eyes made a connection and his previous amusement vanished to be replaced with the realization that he was suddenly sexually aware and attracted to the diminutive blonde. As his eyes dropped to her lush mouth, he saw the tip of her tongue brush over her swelling lips and he knew that the connection was running both ways. 

"I need to tell you something," he said. "When Katie showed me the picture, I realized who he was, Dusty Rhodes, the little split receiver for Taylor's best football team forever. He was really good-catching passes, running back kicks, reverses—he was fearless even though his was so much smaller..." 

"He wasn't that small," Sandy exploded. "People always said that, and he hated it. He just wanted to be appreciated as a player, not a good little player. Some parts of him were just as big as anyone..." She sputtered to a halt as the connection between she and Kit was almost broken when she realized what she had said. "His heart..his heart was big, and his love for me was big..." The tears began to spill down her cheeks. Sandy slumped in her seat and when she began to sob, she jammed her corny dog into her mouth, glaring sullenly at Kit. 

Not knowing what else to do, he reached for her and leaning to her, pulled her face into his neck. Sandy's sobbing ceased immediately and she snuggled as close as she could get in the bleacher seats. Her back and shoulders were a tight mass of tension, so as she regained her equilibrium, Kit began gently massaging her back. His first strokes caused flinched as if she were being stung, but soon her back relaxed somewhat and he moved one hand up to her shoulders and neck. Sandy sighed and pressed her face into his neck as he worked the knots from her shoulders and upper back. When he moved beneath her hair to massage her slender neck, she gave a shudder and whispered, "That is so nice, I always loved that so much especially when you blow that warm gentle breath on my neck." 

Kit's hand froze. His chin was resting on top of Sandy's head. If anyone was blowing a warm breath on her neck, it wasn't he. He sat up, "Katie, are you through eating. We can go to the midway for the rides and games. They may even have a haunted house." 

Sandy sat up straight. "Nicely done, Kit. Thanks for the rescue; I think I was going down for the third time." 

"Speaking of that, are you and Katie swimmers? When we go to my house, the water in the lake is still warm enough to swim if you like." 

"It sounds lovely, but isn't it dangerous, swimming at night." 

"No, Katie would have to wear a life jacket while we are on the dock or in the water and most places around the boat house are only five and a half feet deep." 

"Kit, that is four inches over my head." At Kit's startled look, she laughed. "It's not a problem. I love to swim and swim like a fish, but let's not say anything to Katie until we see how things are going, Ok?" 

Outside on the midway, Kit's basketball skills quickly won a huge panda bear for Katie and his baseball throwing accuracy added up a pile of credits. "What do you want, Katie?" Kit asked. 

"I want Mommy to choose something for herself to remember the fair," the child said with a smile. 

"Are you sure?" Sandy asked. Katie nodded and hugged her bear, so Sandy looked over the selection on stuffed toys, plates, cheap jewelry, and T-shirts. She pointed at one of the shirts that had a scarecrow on the front beneath a sign that said, "If I only had a brain!" "I would like that," she said. "It has always been my favorite movie. I made Dusty watch it with me every time it came on TV." 

"And Mommy can sing every word of every song!" Katie enthused 

"Dusty couldn't sing a lick, but he loved for me to sing to him—I was a voice major—" she stopped as if overcome. Kit was frozen with uncertainty, but was taken off the hook by the carneys' interjection. 

"You don't have enough credits for the shirt, yet. But, I'll give you one more ball for a dollar. If you can knock over the milk bottles, she can have the shirt." He handed Kit the baseball in exchange for the dollar. Kit knew it was a sucker game as the bottles were heavily weighted and the usual complement of three balls gave him a better chance. He would need some extra speed on this throw. 

As he released the ball, he knew he had overthrown. The ball sailed high and to the right of the pyramid. A breeze fanned his cheek as the ball slammed into the backstop. The bottles began tottering—the top one fell backward and then the two on the bottom tilted and fell to the side." 

"Never saw that before," said the carnie. "Must have been an earthquake—or a ghost." He laughed as he handed Sandy the shirt.. Kit was not surprised when he heard a different, softer laugh in his ear. 

"Let's do rides now," said Katie as she started off lugging her bear. 

"Fine," said Sandy, "but I am not getting on any of those fast spinning rides. I will hold your bear while you and Kit ride the rough stuff." 

After several trips on the Tilt-a-whirl, Octopus, and Rocket to the Moon with Katie, Kit was relieved when Katie found some rides more age appropriate for her. The Boats circles smoothly in a trough with Katie the sole occupant of first a rowboat, then a canoe, and then a tugboat. While she waved to them and rand the bells on the boats, Kit and Sandy stood by the rail and talked. 

"Kit, what has she told you about her man"? 

Kit was unwilling to relate all that Katie had told him, but he said, "She says that he is the man in the picture—Dusty—but she doesn't refer to him as her father. She says he wants me to help you and Mrs. Rhoades to move on, that is her phrase, but she doesn't want to leave her house. She says her man says I will help, but that only she and I can see him. We are going to talk more later." 

Sandy placed her hand on Kit's arm. "She is so happy. Thank you for giving her this and for helping me to remember how great it is to share her joy." When Kit put the arm that was not holding Katie's panda around Sandy's shoulders, she remembered feelings that she had repressed for years. Her nipples hardened in her plain cotton bra and she felt a tingle in her lower belly. Between her legs a heavy warm pressure began to build as she felt a warm gust on the side of her neck. When she looked up at the six foot five inch Kit, he was so different from Dusty, the only man she had known sexually. Before she could repress the thoughts, she wondered how different sex would be with Kit. Her repressed femininity was responding to Kit's maleness and her arousal began to build. 

When the third boat ride was over, Katie came running to meet them. "Pony rides next, please, Mommy, pony rides." She pointed to a circle of ponies with small children on their backs. The horses were obviously bored, but the kids were waving cheerily toothier parents standing outside the rail. Kit handed Katie the tickets for the ride and she ran off to wait for her turn. 

When Kit and Sandy reached the ride, Katie was being helped on a beautiful palomino mare by the carnie. The rail was crowded, so Sandy stepped up to the rail and Kit stood behind her. He rested the large panda beside Sandy on the rail as he looked over her head at the excited child. The other parents were jostling to see their children, bumping Sandy and Kit as they stood watching. To brace them, Kit reached his free left arm around Sandy to grasp the rail. With the bear on one side and Kit's arm on the other, Sandy felt as if she were being held and snuggled. As the ponies began to circle, Katie's mare picked up her head and began stepping more lively. Her pale mane and tail arched playfully Katie waved delightedly, but Sandy's imagination flashed to a scene of a large stallion rampant in his lust mounting the little mare and plunging into her as she quaked in ecstasy. She almost felt the velvet stiffness sliding smoothly into her ready cunt; her breath came quicker, and she moaned as the hot pressure in her loins built again. 




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man



Kit heard the moan and leaned to ask quietly in her ear. "Are you OK, Sandy?" 

Sandy felt Kit's warmth on her back and neck. Unable to think clearly, she arched her back and presses her jean clad buttocks against him. "I think I need a restroom. Can you watch Katie for me?" When he said he could, she ducked under his arm and headed for the facilities. 

Once in the cool, air-conditioned stall, Sandy lowered her pants and underwear, but just leaned against the side of the stall. Her juices had soaked her bush and labia. She tore off toilet paper to clean herself, but instead ran her free hand lightly over her mound and down her slit. Gathering the moisture, she returned to her stiff clit and teased it—first lightly and then briskly with her index and middle finger sliding on either side. The orgasm hit her quickly and hard, forcing gentle grunts from her, "Ugh, ugh, ugh...she clinched her thighs on her hand and her jaws against the howl that Dusty always loved. She sat on the toilet to recover and clean herself. 

When Sandy exited the restrooms, she was met by Kit and Katie. Kit had a concerned look on his face as he asked, "Are you feeling all right?" 

Sandy laughed, "I think I drank too much Dr. Pepper. How about you, Miss Katie, do you need a pit stop?" 

Katie looked up at Kit. "That means do I have to go to the bathroom to tinkle. I don't know why she says that." 

"Oh," was all Kit could manage. It seemed that little girls were going to baffle him just as easily as their older sisters. 

"Mommy, Kit says we can do more rides or go to the Spook House or ride the Ferris wheel. But I think that it is starting to get dark and I really want to see the lake drown the moon." 

"Maybe you should ask Kit what he wants to do. We have had a great time already and you don't want to make him tired of us, do you?" 

Katie reached for Kit's hand and tugged until he bent down to her. "You're not tired of us are you, Kit? I really hope not and I think Mommy is right. You choose what we are going to do. What do you really, really want to do?" 

Kit tried to clear his mind of what he would like to do with Sandy's cute ass that had pressed back into his leg. On a first date with a small child, those things didn't seem possible. He pretended to think. "Well, let's see. I like Spook Houses and Ferris Wheels and night time swims before the moon drowns." 

"Yay!! That's what I like too. And Mommy can do all of those too!!" 

"Please, Mommy, please!! We need to do it together. My man says so." 

"Katie, don't start that about your imaginary man..." 

"I say so too, Sandy," Kit interrupted. "I think it will be more fun if we all do it together." 

Sandy relented, "Well, OK, but I don't like rough games or fast rides very much." 

"It's Ok, Mommy, we'll hold your hands so you won't be scared." 

Upon entering the fun house, the first things they saw were the curved mirrors that gave fantastic images of whoever stood before them. Katie howled with glee when the mirror made Kit short and she in the mirror next to it was taller than Kit. When Katie moved away and Kit moved to the tall mirror, Sandy was squeezed even shorter. The images morphed for Kit and Sandy as they faced each other. In the reflections, Sandy's face was just even with Kit's crotch and when their clothes disappeared, the short naked Sandy in the mirror reached to grasp Kit's erection and pull it into her open mouth. The reflection's head bobbed frantically in the mirror as Kit pulled her head closer as he fucked her mouth. 

"Mommy, come on. There are more rooms." Katie started down the corridor without the two shocked adults. 

"Coming, Katie, coming..." they both muttered as the images faded and their clothed selves moved away from the mirrors. 

"Did you see..." Kit began. 

"How short I was," said Sandy as she set out after her baby. Her pulse was hammering in her crotch and she felt as if she had a heating pad between her legs. But she was a mother and must go to her child. 

Kit stood a moment holding the panda bear. A weenie eater from way back," he thought and followed down the hall with the now familiar chuckle in his ears. He found them before a casket holding a realistic Count Dracula. Katie was too short to see plainly so she held up her arms for her mother to pick her up. Sandy did so and stepped closer onto a gimbaled floor panel which activated the trick. The corpse in the coffin lurched up into a sitting position with a recorded "Haaa!!" Sandy jumped backward turning into Kits arms. Kit caught them in a hug along with the bear. Sandy's free arm that was not holding Katie reached around Kit's waist and as she was facing him, she straddled his leg. Immediately the pressure of his muscled thigh between her legs fired her libido. Her hand slipped under his untucked t-shirt and grasped, then caressed his warm flesh. Kits hand reached down to cover her firm tiny ass and he gripped her firmly and pulled her against him. Sandy's pelvis opened and she rocked her covered snatch against Kit. 

"It's all right, it's all right," he murmured while thinking just how all right her firm cheeks were.. 

Squeezed between her mother, Kit, and the bear, Katie popped up a grinning face. " Mommy was afraid, but I wasn't. I like these type of hugs. Can we do more?" 

Kit and Sandy immediately released each other and stepped back. 

"Right now, I think I want to get out of here and get some fresh air on the Ferris wheel." Kit said. His body held a memory of a small firm breast pushing into his side and a searing hot crotch rocking against his thigh. He was glad he had the bear to hold in front of his woody as they moved on through the house. 

Katie chattered as they passed through ghostly sounds, cold winds, and rooms full of witches and goblins. Kit and Sandy barely noticed them as they walked to the Ferris wheel. As they were being seated, Katie said, "I want to sit on the outside so I can see better. Mommy, you sit in the middle." 

"No, Katie, I will be scared to death that you might fall and I couldn't catch you." 

"Katie, how about you sit in my lap once we get going. That way you will be high enough to see and I can hold on to you. Your mother can sit there by me and make sure you don't slip away from me." 

It was a good plan as the double Ferris wheel whisked them upward. Four smaller wheels rotated on the large wheel making for a long and peaceful viewing of the Texas twilight. The sun went down behind the western hills leaving long horizontal streaks of crimson, purple, and gold. When the other wheels loaded and unloaded, they sometimes rotated, but often just rocked high above the ground and the city. 

"I'm not too happy about being this high up or all this movement," Sandy said. 

"Don't be afraid, Mommy," Katie said from Kit's lap. "Scoot over her and Kit will hold you too." 

"Can you hold me too, Kit?" Sandy asked softly. 

"All holding of beautiful women is done cheerfully, warmly, and without complaint." He replied. Sandy moved close until their thighs were pressed together. When Kit reached over her head to drape an arm around her shoulders and pull her tight, Sandy turned slightly to press a breast into his side. With one hand, she reached to grasp Katie's shirt and with the other, she reached up under Kit's shirt again to stroke the firm warm flesh of his side. When Kit slipped his hand beneath her arm to cover her breast, she looked up at him and smiled, then leaned over and bit him softly on his nipple. He responded by brushing Sandy's nipple into erection then pinching it gently. 

The wheel started moving again and Katie said, "Look, Mommy, the moon is following the sun down. Is it time to go to your house to see it drown, Kit?" 

"As soon as they let us off the ride, we can go, Katie. We have plenty of time. It probably won't drown for a couple more hours." 

"If you want to swim at Kit's house, we will have to go home to get swim suits, Katie. We don't know Kit well enough to swim like we do at our house." 

"Kit, when we swim with just us and Gramma, we don't wear suits. If other people are there we have to wear them, but they get all wet and I think it's stupid. Gramma calls it air clad, but I just say nekkid. What do you say? Do you wear clothes when you swim? 

When I get big, I am going to have big titties like Mommy and mayby even really big ones like Gramma and I'll have hair on my..." 

"Katie, hush. You are giving Kit more information than he wants. What am I going to do with you?" Sandy pressed her red face into Kit's chest. 

Kit answered, "Katie, sometimes I swim without any clothes, but like your mom says, you don't swim that way with people you don't know all that well. They might be offended or feel awkward. You wouldn't want to hurt their feelings." 

"Would you be offended if we didn't wear clothes, Kit. Would you feel bad cause guys are different from girls and they've got this funny thing sticking out where we have a coochie and..." 

"Hush, Katie, that is enough about swimming. We will go by our house and get our swimsuits or we won't swim at all." 

The ride ended and the carnie opened the bar releasing Kit from the inquisition on the foibles of adult American swimming. 

When they arrived at the house, Sandy said, "Kit, why don't you come in. I think we will change to our swim suits here and I'll take Katie some PJ's to put on after we swim. I'll get something to put on, too." 

Kit followed the ladies into the house, but when they disappeared down the hall, he opened the door to the back yard. Returning to the play area, Kit stood expectantly waiting for a message. a sign. What was he thinking? "Are you here?" Kit asked. "What do you need me to do?" He stood a moment longer waiting for something. When he turned and started back toward the house, he thought he heard, "Later...tired...water" 

Kit whirled, but there was nothing but a child's playground. 

"Kit." He whirled toward the child's voice on the patio. Katie said, "He's not here. He has to rest now, but he will see you at the lake. Water is easier for him; I think it holds him together. Mommy is getting our clothes for after swimming. She said I was to be hostess. Do you want something to drink?" 

"No, I'm good. Why don't you show me your pool stuff. Do you have a floatie vest?" 

"I wear a belt and arm floaties. We can take them." 

"Good idea." 

In her bedroom, Sandy had stripped off her clothes. In the bath she used a washcloth to clean the sticky residue of her lust and was shocked by the sharp smell of her arousal. She dabbed a spot of Obsession on each upper thigh to cover any lingering scent. When she opened the drawer to get her sturdy one piece blue swim suit, it wasn't there. On top of the pile was a white bikini she had worn on her honeymoon with Dusty. She had only worn it once in public because when wet it became transparent. When she started to look deeper in the drawer, she surprised herself by taking it out and slipping it on. The bottoms still fit well, but her breasts had filled out somewhat and she showed more cleavage than before. 

She opened her underwear drawer, intending to take some soft cotton panties and bra to wear under shorts and her new t-shirt. On top of the lingerie, lay her sexiest set of underwear. The white lace bikini panties hid nothing and the lace bra cups were half lined with silk giving her the sensation of smooth support and gentle teasing where her nipples rested peeping out through the lace. She dropped them in the beach bag. Shrugging into a short terry robe that barely covered her butt and a pair of green flip flops, she started off down the hall. 

Sandy greeted the acquisition of Katie's flotations with approval. Once in the car and headed to the lake, she felt a malaise overcome her and she slumped into the seat. Katie entertained Kit with a rolling barrage of observations and questions. He responded as well as he could while keeping one eye on the road and the other on the slim legs being revealed as Sandy's robe crept higher. A gust of wind lifted one side revealing the white bikini bottoms with a prominent mound bulging between Sandy's relaxed thighs. Kit's jeans became tighter and tighter. 

When Kit stopped at the entrance to the estate, Katie was fascinated by the gates swinging open when Kit tapped in the gate controller on his visor. Katie insisted that she needed to open the gates herself. After they drove through, he waited to make sure the gates automatically closed and handed her the controller. She opened them with great delight.. 

"Are we locked in, Kit?" Katie asked. 

"No. we can get out whenever we want. The gates just keep people who we don't know from getting lost and coming up our road." 

When they pulled up to the garage, Kit showed Katie which button to push to open the door for the Camano's parking space. Again the gadget thrilled the kid. Katie started gathering her swimming paraphernalia from the back seat. Kit helped both gather their stuff and led them through the cover walkway to the glassed in vestibule that held the elevator type sliding doors. Again Kit tapped in a code and the door slid open at the top level of the house. A large living room with sofas and chairs in seating groups faced the lake to the west. The whole western wall was glass with atrium doors leading out onto a covered patio. All built of concrete, steel, and stone, it should have been cold, but the colorful hangings and pictures and the panoramic view of the lake made the room comfortable. 

Kit motioned toward a hallway running back into the cliff. "Bedrooms and bathrooms are back there. I think the patio will be the best place to watch the moon drown. There are outside stairs that take you down through all three levels to the lake. There is an elevator if you don't want to walk, and there is the spiral staircase here inside if you are not too lazy." 

The next level down is for dining, inside or out, and kitchen along with two more bedrooms and the cooks apartment The bottom level is the game room and gym and a large covered open air patio.. From there the dock and boathouse, where I live, are just down the steps. I suggest that we go out there and you can look around while I get on my swim suit and we can take a dip. Katie, do you think you can go down the slide into the lake?" 

"Maybe when my man gets here, hurry, let's go I want to swim and see the moon drown and then my man is going to say good-bye.." Katie headed off down the spiral staircase. 

As Kit and Sandy followed, she asked, "Do you know what that was about-her man saying good bye?" 

"It's the first I've heard of it," said Kit. "Is it a positive movement that she is saying goodbye to him and doesn't seem upset by it." 

"I hope so," said Sandy. "Let's just let her play it out however she wants to, OK?" 

"Whatever you want to do, I'm with you one hundred percent." 

Looking at Kit with his arms full of the toys Katie insisted on bringing, Sandy thought "I am older than him," thought Sandy. "After looking at coeds all day, he probably doesn't think much of a little dried up widow with a noisy kid. He hasn't flirted at all. But I wonder what it would be like to just have sex to feel good. Not forever and maybe not try to make it too important." 

While she was thinking, they reached the bottom level and Kit showed them the boathouse with the small one bedroom apartment over it. Kit turned on the pump to start the water running in the slide and Katie and Sandy stood look dubiously at the curved slide from the roof of the apartment to about three feet above the lake water. Kit excused himself to change in his bedroom and while Katie watched the moon and the lake, Sandy wandered into Kit's living room/kitchen to check out his housekeeping. Kit's door had not closed fully and through the partially open door Sandy saw Kit strip off his jeans and boxers while standing up and balancing on one foot at a time. She caught her breath at the long muscled curve of his back leading to his small muscled butt. His tan was almost even all over indicating that he spent some time sky clad himself. She gasped when he turned sideways to pick up his trunks off the bed. His cock bobbed gently as half engorged it curved slightly to the side. He pulled his trunks up to just below a pair of large wrinkled balls and began fitting his length into the mesh hammock in the trunks. He looked up and met Sandy's eyes through the crack in the door. Neither flinched and neither blinked. Kit walked out of the door tying the cord around the waist. 

"Are you ready?" he asked. 

"I am beginning to think that I am," she replied as she turned and led the way back to the expectant Katie. The anxious child was hopping from foot to foot. As Sandy checked her PFDs, Kit showed Katie his dock. There was a low diving board on the dock, a high board from the roof of the boathouse, and of course the blue curving slide which had a sheen of water running down it to insure a slick ride. 

"How about I get in the water and you can show me how well you can swim. You can jump in from the dock or off the diving board here and then swim to me. I will be ready to help you if you need it. Later you can do the slide if you want and I can wait at the bottom to make sure everything is OK." 

"I will be OK, Kit. You don't even have to get in the water. My man is here now and he won't let anything happen to me." 

Kit paused on his way to the edge of the dock, "Well, OK, I guess it is good to have more people looking out for you, but I like to swim anyway so I'll just jump in." He couldn't resist jumping on the board and bouncing into a quick one and one-half to show out for Sandy. When he surfaced, both of the blondes on the dock were applauding. 

Katie quickly demonstrated that she didn't need any help getting up the ladder and back on the dock. She quickly established a circuit of off the dock or the low board, into the water, swim to Kit to splash him and the back up the ladder to start the circle again. Satisfied that Katie was safe with only observation, Kit swam over to the dock where Sandy sat kicking her feet in the water. "Aren't you going to come in? The lake is warmer than the air this time of year. Every morning when I get up, if there is no breeze, there is steam rising from the surface. It is a little weird, but really pretty. Like those Japanese landscapes which only hint at things through the fog." 

Sandy was still wearing the terry robe over her bikini, so Kit did not know what was waiting for him when she stood and peeled off the robe to bare her lithe body in the twilight. The white material seemed to gather the fading light as Kit's eyes widened and his shaft began to fill in his swimsuit. For a woman who seemed small, there was lushness in the swell of hips below her tiny waist. There was a mature woman's mound swelling between her thighs with just a hint of a camel toe pouting its lips at Kit below her in the water. The lightweight top provided coverage, but support was not needed for the small cone shaped breasts that sat high on Sandy's chest. She knew she looked good and she stretched sinuously before she said, "I think I will. I love to dive." She walked out on the board and executed a perfect jackknife into the lake. 

Kit climbed up the ladder and pitched two of the foam floats into the lake. He jumped in and pushed them toward Sandy. "These are great for lounging either on the dock or in the water." Sandy pulled her upper body across the float so she could maneuver with her feet while she and Kit watched Katie continue her exertions. Sandy's breasts were mashed into the slick latex covering of the float, bulging out beneath her chin. Her bikini clad butt bobbed out of the lake denying Kit a good view of her charms. 

Side by side, they watched Katie wear herself out. Sandy decided that he looked like an easy target as they casually talked of the fair. Suddenly, he felt Sandy swing her lower body in the water and wrap her legs around his waist. She grabbed his hands and pulled them off the float to duck him soundly. 




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man



When he came up sputtering, she was treading water a few feet from him, but just out of reach. "That was a low down dirty trick, Sandy and you will have to pay for that." 

"How do you think you can make me pay if you can't catch me, Kit" She whirled and with a fast crawl stroke, moved away from his grab. She laughed as she led him on a circle a short distance out into the lake. From her perch on the diving board, Katie crowed, "Go faster, Mommy, he's gaining on you." 

Sandy's sedentary work in the office had left her without the conditioning that Kit practiced almost every day. She was faster, but he had more endurance. The first time he caught her, her smooth slippery skin provided no purchase and she slipped away. But he soon caught her again and grasping the only secure handle available, his hand closed on the back of her bikini bottoms and he pulled her back to his body. Wrapping his arms around her, he forced them both under water. 

Sandy wiggled and squirmed to both of their delights as he managed to press, stroke, and grope most of her front. Holding her firmly around the middle, Kit put his feet on the sandy bottom of the lake and pushed them to the top. He released her and swam backwards away from her. 

"I would say we are even now, if you are ready to quit fighting." 

"OK, Kit, truce. You are in better shape and stronger than me, so peace on the water. But I warn you, I might turn on you at any time, so you better keep an eye on me." 

"Keeping both eyes on you is not a hardship, Sandy. You are a beautiful woman. When you stood up on the dock in that white bikini, you looked amazing." 

"Amazing for an old widow woman? Kit, you must get to see those cute college girls you bring here in their tight bods and teeny suits. But I appreciate your effort to improve the morale of the old folks." 

"I have never brought a college student here, Sandy, and I don't think that you would suffer by any comparisons if I had. I like you, I like your kid, and I find you very sexy. I agreed to this evening because Theda asked me to and because something made me say yes when I meant to say no. But I am glad you are here." 

"Mommy, here I come. I can dive too." A cannonballing Katie landed in the lake and swam out to the floats where Kit and Sandy were waiting for her. She was a bit red faced and puffing when Kit swam his float to her to shorten her trip. 

"It is getting close to the time when the lake will swallow the moon. Do you want to try the slide, Katie?" Kit asked. 

"It is really high. Maybe if Mommy would do it with me...like in the park, Mommy,,,pleeeese." 

"Katie, this is different from the park slide. That is on solid ground and this dumps you in the water and it is really high. I don't know...maybe, Kit could slide with you." 

"Sure, Katie, we can go together. We used to go together is all sorts of combinations. Me and my mom or my dad, friends of mine in twos or threes. It was fun. Let's go. Sandy, do you want to wait here with the floats?" 

"Sure, I will cheer you two dare devils on," she smiled. 

Kit and Katie climbed up on the dock and then took the outside staircase to the top of the boat house. The last vestiges of sunlight smudged the hills west of the lake. The full Halloween moon hung above the hills. Kit threw the switch that lit the floodlights on the boathouse, dock, and underwater. Sandy waved from the water as Kit and Katie approached the top of the slide. 

"He's here, Kit. My man is here. See him." Katie pointed toward her mother and a shadow that seemed to surround Sandy and pulse with a throbbing motion around her. It separated from Sandy to move to the area where the slide ended. 

"I'm not afraid now. He watches over me, but since you are here anyway, you can slide with me." 

"Katie, do you think that shadow was your man?" 

"I know it is. He is here to say goodbye to me and to Mommy. Didn't you see him leave her? He said you could see." 

"I just saw a shadow, Katie. I don't know what it was. But I am glad that you aren't afraid any more." Kit sat on the top of the slide. "Do you want to sit on my lap or behind me when we go down? If you sit behind me, I can keep us from going too fast this first time." 

"Good!" she grinned. 

Kit moved far enough down the slide to give Katie room behind him. When her feet hit his butt, he turned loose his hands and began the twelve foot curving drop into the lake. Controlling their speed by using his hands on the sides of the slide, they moved at a sedate pace down and dropped into the lake. 

As Sandy cheered, Katie popped to the top of the water. Kit was afraid that she might be frightened, but she beamed, "Again, I want to do it again, by myself." 

"Well go to it, girl. But be careful climbing up the ladder and the stairs on the boathouse." Kit said. 

As Katie swam toward the dock ladder, Sandy pushed Kit's float to him. "I need to talk to you, Kit." 

He pushed his float underneath Sandy's and reached across her float to grasp her shoulders. so that they lay floating face to face with their feet trailing in opposite directions. There faces were only inches apart and she felt a strong urge to pull him to her for a kiss. "Here I am, at your service, madam." 

Sandy reached across the float to link her hands behind Kit's neck. "You really have been. I want to say thank you for the day, and the night too I guess. You have been wonderful with Katie and very special to me. You've been patient and sensitive and made the day a great deal of fun. I can't thank you enough." 

"Sandy, you don't need to go there. I've had a great time and I need to tell you what Katie has said to me. She thinks that her man is her dad or was her dad, but she says he is changed. She says..." 

"Mommy, Kit, look at me, here I come!" the blonde tot rocketed down the slide without Kit to slow her down and splashed into the water. Her squeal of glee was cut short by the splash, but she popped up immediately and headed for the ladder. "That was better without Kit in the way" Katie set out swimming for the dock ladder again. 

"I don't think she is afraid of the slide." Kit laughed. "Katie, be careful that don't slip on a wet spot." 

"OK, Kit," she called out as she climbed the ladder and headed back to the top of the ladder. 

Sandy said, "No, she is not afraid. She is the jet pilot's daughter and like him nothing scares her for long. She is and always will be the jet pilot's daughter and I-I have been the jet pilot's wife, and then the jet pilot's widow, and then my daughter's mother, and as I floated out here, I realized that it was time for me to be me. Kit, you and Katie were up on the slide talking and I felt as if the water warmed around me and for the first time in a long time, the sorrows washed out of me and I was full of anticipation. I know that Dusty would want me to look for my own happiness, so I am going to ask you for a favor." 

"Sure, Sandy, whatever I can do, but..." 

"Just listen and think about what I have to say. You don't have to answer right not, but think about it." 

"Sandy, I..." 

"Be quiet and listen for a minute before I lose my nerve." 

"OK," 

From the top of the slide, "Kit, Mommy, look! I'm coming down head first this time..." On her belly, Katie shot down the slide and landing flat on the water actually skipped like a thrown stone. She surfaced coughing, "Again, I've got to do it again." She doggedly set out for the ladder again. 

"Be careful, baby," Sandy said. "Kit, Dusty was my first and only lover. I didn't seem to have any maidenly reluctance. We were so well suited, I thought sex was the most marvelous experience of my life—three or four times a day. And I was noisy; I just couldn't keep the joy quietly inside. Dusty said I sounded like a bitch in heat. I loved it and we experimented with great enthusiasm. I never found anything I didn't like if it gave him pleasure and he felt the same. We bought books—we tried to achieve every position in the Kama Sutra in one session. We never made it; we would get too excited or tickled and lose our focus. Anyway..." Sandy paused with a wistful look of remembrance on her face. 

"Wow!" said Kit. "I don't know how to respond." 

"You don't have to respond—yet," she said. "Like I said, you and Katie were up there, the water became warm down here and I could almost feel the touches and caresses that Dusty shared with me. For the first time since I received the visit from the fucking Air Force to graciously tell me they had killed my husband—my love—I felt my sex kick into gear. They blew out my candle and today I felt the warmth than I had not felt in nearly six years and I looked at you and Katie on the ladder and it was like a voice said to me, 'That's the one. Kit is the one.' " 

"Sandy, when we were on the slide and I looked down at you...I saw..." 

"Hush, Kit. I don't know if you could be attracted to me. I'm older, and a mother and kind of a shrimp compared to Theda, so you might not be interested. Don't answer now. Katie is wearing herself out-she always sleeps for ten hours like a rock anyway-and tonight when she crashes, she will be in dreamland until tomorrow morning. After we drown the moon or the lake eats it or whatever, I'll bathe her and put her in her jammies. Then you can either say, "I'll take you home now." Or you can say, "Put her down to sleep here and stay the night." Either way I can live with, but I would rather stay." Sandy licked her thumb and held it out to Kit, "Deal?" 

As Kit licked his thumb and pressed it to Sandy's, Katie shrieked as she slipped on the wet wood of the steps to the slide. She missed her grab at the hand rail and started to fall back down the steps. A sudden gust swirled off the lake behind Katie and in slow motion seemed to pick her up and replace her on the top step. She whirled to look down at the shocked adults, "See, my man won't let anything hurt me." She trotted to the slide and laughed all the way to a legs-up landing in the lake. 

As Katie began heading back to the ladder, Sandy said, "That's enough for her. I need to get her ready for bed before she crashes. OK, Kit. When I get out of the water, this suit is going to be pretty much transparent. You can get a good look at the merchandise. It is out of practice, but ready to use—all of it—it is yours tonight if you want. You can make up your mind while we watch the moon. Can we use the shower in your bathroom?" 

"Ah...ugh..."Kit stammered. "Sure, there are clean towels in the cabinet over the toilet. I will shower out here in the dockside shower and I can tell...' 

But Sandy was already swimming rapidly to the dock. As Katie. began another trip up the stairs, more carefully this time, Sandy reached the ladder and climbed quickly to the top step. Holding the curved ladder, she bent from the waist and looked back at Kit in the water. The white bikini clung to her ass showing the dark line dividing her apple shaped bottom. Her small breasts pointed down sharply and when she squeezed them the water ran from top and off the bumps of her nipples. She picked up a towel and turned to face Kit, first toweling her hair until it surrounded her face in a sexy mop; the towel moved down to briskly dry her chest and when it move on down her headlights proudly stood at high beam, Moving the towel to her crotch, she made short strokes on her bikini and then longer sensuous strokes down her thighs slowly stroking back up to her crotch. All the while she looked at Kit with a challenging smile. She swung the towel in both hands to rub her butt while spreading her feet slightly. The bikini bottom tightened to reveal the outline of two prominent lips separated by the thin fabric. 

"Here I go," said Katie as she lay flat on her back to shoot down the slide into the lake. For once, she did not make a huge splash, but the water seemed to reach up to catch her and hold the child gently. "I could float out here forever—if we could all stay." 

"Come on in now," said Sandy. "We will go take a shower together in Kit's bathroom and then get ready to watch the moon." Sandy led the jet pilot's daughter off with her tidy butt glimmering through the imperfect light and translucent bottoms. 

Kit threw the floats up on the dock and hung on the ladder. He knew, if Sandy did not, that he would have company for the night. He just wasn't sure how much company had arrived. 

Kit followed Sandy and Katie to the boathouse and when they went into the bathroom, he ducked into his bedroom and grabbed a clean pair of the Bermudas Sofia had bought him and an old Taylor U basketball jersey. It was long enough to hide the now permanent swell of his erection. He trotted back down to the dock and used the freshwater shower that was installed on the dock. He turned the water as cold as he could stand hopeing to avoid any uncomfortable question ing from the five year old. 

He was waiting in his living room/kitchen/dining room when Katie came bursting out of his bedroom wearing pink flannel pajama shorts and a soft white cotton top with sheep jumping over a fence. "Kit, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?" Kit beamed at the miniature vision. 

"Maybe, I've got some broccoli and some squash and how about some hot sauce and pickles and onions?" 

Katie made a sad frown that brought a smile to Kit. "Or maybe, you might like some cereal. When I was your age, I always liked cereal before bed." 

Katie was suspicious since Kit's listing of foods had aroused her suspicions. "What kind of cereal? Not that scratchy Shredded Wheat or Chex or those kind?" 

"How about Fruit Loops?" 

"Yes! I love Fruit Loops specially when Gramma lets me put extra sugar on. Mommy won't let me when she is watching." 

"We better hurry then before she gets out here." Going to the kitchen area, Kit got a box of Fruit Loops and a half gallon of milk. He started to reach for the sugar bowl when he heard Sandy's voice behind him. 

"Katherine Ann Rhodes, what are you doing? When you visit someone, you don't demand that they feed you." 

Kit replied, "Sandy, it's OK. We were hungry. I'm always hungry after swimming and we decided that Fruit Loops would hit the spot while we watch the moon. We better take them over to the cliff house so we don't miss anything." 

"Shall I gather up our stuff so we don't have to come back? Kit, I'm afraid that you have swimsuits drying on your shower bar." 

Kit turned to look at the trim blonde in the green flip flops. Firm thighs reached up to disappear into tight white shorts that peeked beneath the scarecrow t-shirt won at the fair. His gaze was so intense and piercing that Sandy felt a bit faint. The tickle in her lower belly became more pronounced and the heavy heat in her loins began to build. "Why don't you just leave things where they are. I think you will have plenty of time to get them later. I think I've known since you walked out of your house in those hip huggers." Holding the milk in one hand and the box of cereal in the other, he walked over to her. Tucking the box under the arm holding the milk, he licked his thumb. "Deal?" he asked. 

Sandy licked her thumb and pressed it to his. "Deal!" 

"What is Kit talking about, Mommy. He couldn't know where we were going to leave our wet suits before we even went to the fair. Let's go watch the moon; I'm hungry." 

"And tired and cranky." Sandy said. "It's just grown up talk, honey. We'll go now." 

Kit was rummaging in a drawer and he turned to grin at Katie. Holding his hand where Sandy could not see it, she showed Katie two restaurant packets of sugar. He wagged his eyebrows to the delight of the hungry child 

After a stop at the kitchen level for two bowls and spoons, they climbed the outside staircase to the covered patio on the third level. The moon was just above the lake surface sending a long orange spear toward the watchers. The lake was very calm with only occasional ripples marring the mirror like surface. Sandy went to stand at the railing while Kit and Katie sat at the patio table and poured the cereal and milk in the bowls. As Kit surreptitiously reached into his pocket to share the sugar with Katie, Sandy started to turn around, but decided that a blind eye was the best choice. 

As Katie spooned the cereal into her mouth, her head began to nod. Kit ate his cereal and watched the child become more and more dazed as sleep forced itself on her. 

"Katie, do you want the rest of the cereal?" Kit asked. Katie slowly shook her head. 

"Leave it there and let's watch the lake eat the moon." When Katie put down her spoon, she reached both arms to Kit. Surprised, he picked her up and carried her to the rail. As they stood watching the moon slipped beneath the dark of the lake and Katie nuzzled into Kit's neck and faded into sleep. He turned to Sandy who was watching the pair of them quietly. 

"Where can I find a bathroom for her and a place to lay her down?" Sandy asked. The glass door leading from the patio to the interior of the house rolled open. A door across the living room swung open. "That's a neat trick." Sandy said as she took the child from Kit's arms and walked into the house. Kit remained standing in amazement. 

He followed to the beginning of the hall in time to hear Sandy encourage the sleepy child in the bathroom. The toilet flushed and Sandy reappeared at the door with Katie in her arms. "Now where..." she began, when the door to Kit's old bedroom swung open. "Tricky, after I put the punkin down, maybe I can show you some tricks." 

Kit stood in the hallway. Things were moving faster than he could process. He thought he knew who opened the doors, but Sandy didn't seem receptive to hearing about that. He found her tremendously appealing, but he didn't expect to be offered a night of sex when he only planned on going to the fair and carnival. Standing and waiting for Sandy, he decided that he could think better if all his blood had not gathered beneath his waist. 

Sandy stepped back into the hall. "She is down for the count and I see that you haven't run yet. This is your last chance to get away." Sandy walked to Kit until he felt the heat of her body. The scarecrow on her t-shirt was dancing and each hand seemed to be holding a lump as her nipples strained against the cotton. 

"I don't want to get away. I'm not running." Said Kit. He cupped her face with both na\\hands and leaned into a kiss started softly. When Kit ran his tongue across, her lips, Sandy's mouth opened and her tongue met his in pure lust Her arms moved around his neck and her mouth opened wider as she fucked his mouth with her tongue. 

Kit's hands slipped down to cup her breasts and found that her bra had already been discarded. When he lifted her tits and pinched the nipples, she jumped up to lock her legs around his waist and begin rubbing her covered crotch on him. Kit slipped his hands beneath her ass as they continued savaging each others mouths. Beneath the white shorts, Kit found only toned flesh that was flexing desperately in an attempt to get closer to him. 

"Where?" Kit asked. 

"Where ever you want. How ever you want. It's your house, but hurry up." Releasing Kit's neck, Sandy began pulling the t-shirt over her head. As Kit headed out of the hall, he heard a male chuckle behind him, and the door to Kit's bedroom closed with a soft thud. He did not look back as he made for the sofa in the living room. 

Kit set Sandy down at the back of the couch and pulled his shirt off over his head. She had stripped her white shorts off and waited until he unzipped his Bermudas. She hooked her thumbs in the waistbands of both his shorts and boxers and dropped to her knees, taking them to the floor. Her hands flew up to grasp his bobbing erection and pulled it down to her mouth. Holding the base with both hands, she laved the tip with her tongue and shoved her mouth onto his staff until it hit the back of her throat. Bobbing and slobbering briefly, Sandy released his cock and jumped up to grasp him around the neck with her arms and around the waist with her legs. "Now! Fuck me! Now!" she ordered. 




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man



Kit stepped forward to place Sandy's naked ass on the back of the sofa. "Hold on," he said, as he slipped his left arm under her knee and opened her up. Her pussy was swollen and wet as he guided the head of his rod into her open channel. He easily slid in for three or four inches until her tightness stopped him. Reaching with his right arm, he lifted her other knee providing a couple more inches of access. Withdrawing slightly, Kit began a slow probing, back and forth as Sandy relaxed and her channel moistened. She began to rock against him when he pushed and he felt the hard ring of her cervix on the tip of his dick. 

Sandy's face held a look of fierce concentratio9n as she tried to force Kit deeper into her warmth. With each push, she exhaled an explosive, "Hah, hah, hah..."With her fingers locked behind his neck, Sandy leaned back and cried, "Hit it, Kit! Hit it harder." 

Kit spread his feet, braced himself, and clasped her waist while he jerked her into his thrust home. He slid completely into the tiny woman as their pubic bones ground together. Sandy's clit was battered against Kit as her orgasm peaked and she vibrated on him. He felt her pussy clutch as a jet of warm fluid hit his arms holding her waist. With each thrust, the fluid flew over them both. Kit held her tightly against his loins as her paroxysm continued on and on as she ground her clit against him."Hah, hah, haaaaaah.." Sandy relaxed to stillness while still fully impaled.. The fluids she had squirted ran off Kit's arms and pooled on her belly button. 

Sandy's blue eyes opened and focused on Kit. "Wow. That was..." She looked around, "messy. Let me clean it up." Sandy sat up and noticed that Kit was still erect as he stepped back. "You didn't finish...I'll be right back." 

Kit walked around and sat on the sofa, totally at a loss of what to do, until Sandy reappeared from the bathroom with a washcloth and hand towel. She quickly went to Kit and kneeling cleaned him with the wash cloth. She then used it and the towel to mop up her splattered fluids. 

"I used to do that with Dusty sometimes," she said. "At first he thought I was peeing on him, but when he saw that it was only when I was really turned on, he took it as a compliment. So I guess you ought to think of it that way. " 

Kit said, "I'm glad you liked it, but..." 

"I'm sorry; I'll take care of you. I promise. However you want me." 

"Sandy, that's not what I meant. I meant that I didn't use much finesse and..." 

"Hush, Kit. You gave me exactly what I wanted. Can't you see I'm wiping up the evidence of how well you met my needs. And since you didn't get finished, I expect more of the same—all night if you can stand it. Have you ever wanted a sex slave to do whatever you want? Tonight, just tell me and I'll try." 

"But," Kit stuttered, "the lady who taught me about sex told me to think of my partner first and that I would be rewarded fully." 

"She was pretty smart, but don't you think that would be true for your partner as well?" 

"I suppose so," Kit agreed. "OK, then, I want a 69." With that he stretched out on the four cushion sofa on his back. "Come here and climb on." 

Sandy approached the couch and placed a hand on either side of Kit's hips. She leaned down to take the tip of his cock in her lips while she stepped across him placing her knees on either side of his chest. With her hands teasing his balls, Sandy began licking Kit's pole with fast little kitten licks up and down. She leaned forward to suck one then both of his balls into her mouth while tickling his anus with the fingers of her left hand. She raised up to drool saliva on his dick and begin stroking it lightly with her right hand. 

The cascade of sensations from all his genital area almost overwhelmed Kit. He moaned, "Oh, yes, work hard, baby." He looked up to see Sandy's swollen labia in front of him. Above it, her delectable ass was spread exposing her star to him. Kit licked his fingers and reaching up lightly swiped his wet fingers down her crack. When Sandy flinched and clinched her ass on his fingers, Kit growled, "Open up, Sandy, it's all mine tonight." As she relaxed, Kit placed his index finger over her anus and gently began to massage the tender spot. His thumb stretched underneath her to lightly brush her clit. Up and down her slit his thumb traveled before circling her clit. When Sandy began to hunch at Kit's teasing thumb seeking more contact, he obliged her by pressing his thumb and index finger harder. His finger slipped to fingernail depth in her ass as she rapidly rocked against his thumb. 

Kit felt the growing urgency of his climax and placing both hands on her buttocks, pushed Sandy forward until her pussy was aligned with his cock. "Put it in, Sandy, I want to come in you." Quickly, she adjusted his shaft to an upright position and raising up sheathed herself around it in a reverse cowgirl position. Quickly, her clever loins began pumping up and down as she clutched Kit's legs for balance. Kit was rewarded with the sight of her pussy flexing as her rhythm became faster and faster. Her asshole winked as it flew up and down. Her cries became more shrill and feral as she howled out her satisfaction. When Kit's release flooded her with hot liquid, her body erupted with a continuing thundering ecstasy, "OOOOHHH, OOOOHHH, OOOOHHH". 

Kit felt all eight inches squeezed and milked by Sandy's receptive cunt As he lay still, she continued howling and hunching. He licked his thumb and slid it fully into Sandy's ass. A spasm hit her and she clamped down on his dick and thumb as she went rigid. Quivering spasmodically, Sandy breathed a quiet, "Oh, my God," and relaxed on Kit. 

Kit sat up and reached around Sandy. He pulled her body over to lie in a spooning position with Sandy naked on top of him. When his flaccid cock pulled out of her with an audible "pop" they both chuckled. Kit held her lightly and stroked her from breasts to flanks. Other than a slight shiver when he touched still sensitive spots, they lay still and quiet. Finally Kit said, "OK, that's what I wanted to do—what you want?" 

"Well, obviously I wanted the same thing." 

"Sandy, do you have a fantasy sex idea that you have never tried?" 

"Yes, but it is impossible now. Dusty and I used to talk about having a third person. We saw a picture of a woman on her hands and knees with one guy doing her from behind and another in her mouth." 

"But you never did that?" 

"No. The fantasy was that Dusty would arrange the person, but I wouldn't know about it until he surprised me. Dusty would hold my hair so I wouldn't even know the stranger was there until he mounted me from behind. Then they would both have me." 

"And you got off on that? Do you like doggie style?" 

"It was a fantasy for both of us, Kit, and it seemed exciting, but it never happened. And yes, I do love doggie style, I can even bark and growl if you like." 

"I think that would be fun, but you are going to have to give me a minute to catch my breath. Would you like something to drink?" 

"I would love some juice or soft drink, Got to keep the energy up—I plan on keeping you busy all night." 

They were still lying on the sofa with Sandy lying on her back on Kit's stomach. His languid caresses began to move more purposefully to her breasts and groin, Sandy felt his limp cock begin to revive and push up between her legs. She rolled off of Kit onto the floor and spun around to kiss him lightly and frantically all over his face. Her hand caught his dick and gave it a gently shake. 

"You better go get me something to drink before the monster starts hunting his den again. I will go freshen up and check o n Katie while you get us something to drink. Can we go out on that marvelous patio and watch the stars glimmer on the lake?" 

"Sure," said Kit as he sat up. "I'll be right back." 

When Sandy returned, Kit was on the patio pulling cushions out of built in lockers and piling them on the patio. He turned to her with a grin. "When I was a kid, I would take all of these patio cushions and make nests and forts. Sometimes when I had friends over, we would camp out here." 

Sandy sat beside Kit on the fabric covered cushions and they watched the twinkling stars on the mirror smooth lake. Kit reached his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He nuzzled her neck and took small bites. "Yum, delicious, better than Fruit Loops." The arm that reached around her cupped her breast and lightly pinched and pulled the nipple. It immediately hardened as Sandy responded to Kit's touch. 

Sandy felt the flush of her arousal spread. I seemed her breasts became more full and needy of contact, her face felt hot and her lips swelled as her breath came in short pants. Below her waist, her vulva swelled and moistened in readiness to accept Kit. His prick had hardened and lay across her thigh; Sandy reached to stroke it and it seemed to have an inner heat that almost burned her hand. His precum flowed freely and she spread it over his glans and down his shaft. 

Both were so caught up in their sexual heat, they heard, but did not register the humming sound that filled the patio. A warm gust swept around them as Kit pushed Sandy onto her stomach and knelt behind her. He kissed down her back until he reached her hips. Kit picked her up by her tine waist and set her on her knees. His hands spread her cheeks as he licked and nibbled down her crack. When he reached her anus, Kit's tongue became a whip that lashed the surface before hardening and spearing through the opening. 

Sandy's ass vibrated in uncontrollable tremors as Kit continued his attack on her ass. His right hand rose to her flowing snatch and he plunged his thumb into her heat as deeply as he could reach. His index finder began strumming her clit. Sandy felt her orgasm gain traction and the tension in her loins increased. 

The hot wind blasted onto the patio and the humming sound vibrated in their ears unnoticed.. The wind surprised Kit and he sat back on his heels with his hand still pleasuring Sandy. She posed with her ass in the air and her head down, but with the next blast of air, Sandy's hair was gathered on the sides of her face and her upper body was lifted. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth opened and she reached her arms up as if she were clasping the hips of a lover. Kit's hands fell away from Sandy as the wind died, but the heat increased on the patio. The shadows seemed to coalesce until the familiar man shape appeared in front of Sandy with pumping hips. Sandy's mouth was pushed into unlikely shapes and her cheeks bulged. She began bobbing her head as she fellated a shadow. 

Kit sat on his heels in wonder until he looked between Sandy's thighs. Her pussy showed a hot red in the dim light. Kit remembered the other part of Sandy's fantasy He guided himself into Sandy's cunt from behind. Immediately, her efforts became more frantic. Kit felt the demon fire in her and grasping her waist pounded his hardness into her. 

Sandy's muffled squealing continued briefly, but such passion must be quickly spent. Kit's climax bathed her cervix and brought her to a shuddering spasm. She howled out her passion as she fell away from Kit and lay on her side reaching for a shadow that became less dense and then faded away. She looked back at Kit and smiled; then closed her eyes and slept. 

Kit sat by Sandy for a while. He stroked her hair and back, but she did not awaken. The hot wind on the patio was gone and the evening began to cool off. Kit went inside and brought a blanket out to cover Sandy from the night air. He sat beside her in their nest and served his watch the whole night so that nothing could harm her further. 

In the morning, Kit had showered and dressed, and made coffee when Katie came trudging into the living room with her new bear. She crawled up on the barstool beside Kit and said, "You have a really good room here. I slept great in your bed. But if it was my room, I wouldn't have all those bats and balls and horses." 

"You're right," he said, "I should probably change how it is decorated. Are you hungry?" 

"Do you have any more Fruit Loops and those little bags of sugar?" 

"Yep, right here and you better fix your cereal before your mom gets up." 

"Yes, she always says she isn't much of a morning person until she has coffee." 

Katie and Kit were happily eating breakfast and talking about remodeling his room when Sandy walked in from the patio. She was rubbing her eyes. "Kit, I can smell coffee, where is it?" 

"Mommy, you are nekkid. Didn't you bring your jammies?" 

"Oh...hi, baby girl, I guess I forgot them. I'll go put on my clothes." 

Kit handed her a mug of coffee as she darted back on the patio to find her discarded clothes. He enjoyed the view, but reluctantly turned to Katie. "Do you want to go swimming again?" 

"Nope, it's time for us to go. Gramma will be getting home soon and my man is at our house for just a little while." 

"Well, let's go gather up all the swimming stuff so we can go when your mom gets ready." 

As they started down to the boathouse, Katie said, "Kit, I guess Mom has decided that you are a good friend and won't be offended if we swim without any suits. I will tell Gramma and..." 

"Maybe so, Katie, you need to talk to your mom about that." 

When they drove up to Sandy's house, a trim brunette was standing on the porch. "Oh, my gosh, Katie. I forgot that Janet was going to take you to cheerleader practice this morning. Run in and put on some tennis shoes and shorts," said Sandy. 

When both blondes disappeared into the house, Kit was left being studied by the sharp green eyes of the cheerleader mom. She walked over. "Have y'all been somewhere already this morning? Imagine that-with Katie still in her pajamas and Sandy in rumpled clothes and hair and a smile looking like she got lucky." Janet snickered. 

Kit was spared an answer when Sandy came back out of the house with a pair of junior size pom poms. "Here is her stuff, Janet. Where is she? I was sure she got dressed and left her room..." Just then Katie came out the front door. "Hurry up, Katie, Janet is waiting." 

"OK, Mommy, I had to go to the back yard to tell my man good bye. He says things are good now and you and Gramma will find what you need. He laughed when he said that so I guess we won't be sad anymore." She walked over to Kit and held up her arms. He picked her up to receive a tight hug and a smacking kiss on the cheek. "I will see you more Kit since you are a good friend now. Thank you for a great trip to the fair." 

Kit put Katie down and she ran to the car to pile in the back with Janet's kids. Janet stood there expectantly until Sandy said, "Shouldn't you be going, Janet?" 

After Janet drove off, Kit and Sandy stood by his car. Kit said, "I guess, I should be going.?" 

Sandy said, "Not yet, come in the house. I am not too sure about what happened last night and I want to talk to you about that." She placed her small hand on Kit's forearm and easily towed him into the house. In the living room, she sat him on the sofa and sat facing him. 

"First off that was the most amazing sex I ever had and the rest of the evening was super. You are so special that I can't thank you enough. You were great with Katie and I think you fulfilled my every fantasy." 

Kit started to answer, "You don't need to thank me, I had a great time and..." 

"What I want to ask you is about my fantasy. I am kind of confused, I actually felt like there was another person with us, but there couldn't have been. Right?" 

Kit decided that evasion was the best course. "I didn't see anyone, ha, ha; ha." 

"Well, I know there couldn't have been and I kind of passed out or something and then I just slept the rest of the night on your patio. And I had done all that bragging about how I was going to keep you going all night long. But it was just overpowering. When you did that kissing down my back and then when you started playing with my back door, I just lost it. I think I was hallucinating after that." 

"Sandy, I'm glad you liked it. You are so beautiful and your ass is perfect. Truly it was my pleasure." 

"So, do you think it could happen again, Kit?" 

"I would love to take you out again, Sandy. With or without Katie..." 

"I'm not talking about going out later, Kit. I'm talking about now. You've had two of my holes, but I promised you everything and you haven't had my ass yet. I just had a shower and we are alone in the house. Do you want me now?" 

Sandy reached to find a very stiff dick in Kit's shorts. She stood up and pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her braless tits pointing at Kit. She pushed her shorts and panties down and kicked them away. The shorts hung on a table lamp and the panties flew to hang on the chandelier. She turned her back to Kit and kneeled on the sofa on her hands and knees. She turned to Kit, "I think you started by biting my neck, stud." 

Kit set a Huaco city record in divesting himself of his clothes. His sandals, shorts, boxers, and t-shirt scattered widely across the room. He knelt behind Sandy and reaching with both hands cupped her hanging tits and squeezed them firmly followed by pinching and pulling briskly on her small nipples. Instead of nibbles on her neck, Kit latched on firmly with a bite and suck that was bound to leave a large red mark. 

Sandy began breathing harder and shaking her naked buttocks, His cock lodged between her cheeks and she rutted back against him. The fluids from her swollen twat began flowing down her leg and the red blush began to take over her white skin. 

Kit moved his face down her back licking and slobbering . Twice he stopped to bite and suck a hickey into her tender skin. As he moved back, he freed his right hand and reaching between her legs pinched her clitoral hood between his thumb and forefinger. As he tightened his grip, he shook her side to side rapidly. 

Pulling back, he spread her ass cheeks with both hands and licked her from her clit to her star. Sandy howled her passion. Kit's tongue ravaged, Sandy's ass hole as he slid first one then the other thumb in her drooling cunt. Spreading her and shaking her against his face, Kit pinched her g-spot with his thumbs and rubbed her clit with his fingers. Realizing that the sofa was too low for him, he reached an arm under her waist and picked her up to rest her knees on the arm of the sofa. When she braced herself on the back, Kit fed his cock into her molten pussy. 

The sex of the night before has primed Sandy for more and made Kit's climax easier to delay. The thrusting became wilder as she stretched and moistened even more and Sandy was trapped into a series of thundering climaxes. Her voice rose shrilly, "OOOOH, FUCK MEEEEEE, OOOOOH." 

Kit answered with guttural grunts. "UGH, UGH,.." he pulled out of her cunt and realigned on her ass. When he pushed, the narrow head slipped easily, but as he widened out, Kit was forced to back and push and back and push." 

Sandy howled, "Do it, Kit. Do it, fuck my ass, fuck meeee," she screamed as Kit reached under her to diddle her clit. A final thrust backwards by the tine woman seated Kit completely in her rectum. She felt his thighs against her butt. "That's it, get it, Kit, get it all." 

Kit never had a woman so aggressively demanding his dick and he responded with long fast strokes. The excitement peaked and he felt the semen coat Sandy's bowels with one gigantic spasm after another. Sandy felt his hot jism and relaxed with her head resting on the couch . Kit leaned over and rested his head on her back. 

"Sandy, that was amazing. You are amazing..." Kit's softened dick was released from Sandy's stretched out anus. 

"Ahem...yes, she is, but young man you are dripping on my sofa arm and whatever is running down Sandy's legs will soon join it." Kit whirled to see a well built mature woman standing in the entryway. She was holding an overnight bag and wearing casual slacks and blouse. "Are you going to introduce me to your young man, Sandy?" 




Kit's Stories - Katie's Man



Sandy had leaped off the sofa and grabbed a pillow to cover her nakedness. Kit thought it was a bit unusual that she covered her breasts while the small pillow did not reach down to her bush. "Eva, I am sorry. This is so embarrassing." She threw down the pillow and ran down the hallway to her room. 

Standing naked in a strange woman's house with his dick dripping the residue from another woman's ass, Kit knew there was nothing he could say. "I'm sorry; please don't be angry with Sandy." Kit found his shorts and slipped them on commando. He slipped his feet in his sandals and gathered his other clothes. He started out the door. 

"Young man, I am not upset with Sandy. I have encouraged her to restart her life for some time now. My only question is, "Where is Katie?"" 

"Gone to cheerleading with Janet." Kit answered, glad to have an answer to something. 

"Good! Then perhaps it would be best if you took your leave and we waited on introductions at a less frenetic time, eh? Perhaps you would like to swim with us some afternoon before it gets too cold. We love to swim with close friends." She smiled. 

Kit's head jerked around at Eva. She smiled a Mona Lisa smile and pulled her shoulders back revealing an outstanding pair of tits in the silk blouse. Her nipples poked the flowers on the print revealing an abundance that Sandy could only dream of. 

"I would like that," said Kit, "and maybe I could return the favor and invite you to swim at the Cliff House." 

"Oooh! That might be just what I need," said Eva and smiled as Kit went out the door. 

The fog had misted the windshield of Kit's convertible. When he reached for the wipers her noticed a man sized thumbprint in front of his face. Written in the mist was one word, "Deal?" 

Kit placed his thumb over the print before turning on the wipers. "Deal!" he said as he drove away singing like the scarecrow," If I only had a brain." 

***** 

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The Viet Nam war brought a tidal change to American thinking. We learned that we were not always the good guys, that some in government have personal agendas and ambitions that they consider more important than the public good, and that integrity can be bought and sold just like any commodity. The faith in our institutions was smashed and the cynicism that arose is a poor substitute for what we previously had. That said, the heroism and sacrifice of those in the armed forces and the families they left behind were equal to and as deserving of our respect as that of any other more politically correct war. On this Veterans Day as I proofread this story, I would ask that you honor the price that so many paid. The story is a fantasy, but the ghosts haunt us still. RRK 

PS—If you choose to feel that like Sandy, we were fucked in the ass, I leave that to your literary sensibilities.