0 comments/ 26508 views/ 0 favorites On the Beach Ch. 04 By: magmaman After my little runin down on the Big Island, I arrived back at Oahu without any problems. Guess I was half expecting to get arrested for jacking the couple around, but thinking about it, what the hell could they say? "Hey, some guy took back the money we stole from him and screwed my old lady?"....yeah, sure. I wasn't too worried. I wandered down to the beach, found a spot a bit out of the way, and spread out a blanket to take in the sights. Lots of sights on Waikiki, but I was feeling pretty satiated anyway. Hell, just got laid four times in 5 days by two different women, damn near a record for me. I was about half asleep, when I heard a muffled sound off to my right. I looked over, here was what looked like a little girl, she seemed to be trying to hide the fact that she was crying. I glanced around, there were folks everywhere, nobody paying any attention. Curious, I watched her a bit, to make sure she was all right. Oriental, maybe from Taiwan, or Thailand, who knows? Hard to tell. Scrawny little thing, too, her arms seemed about as big around as my thumbs, I know for damn sure my thighs were bigger than her waist. She was leaned forward, holding her face in her hands, obviously sobbing quietly. I was starting to get concerned, then I noticed the way she was sitting with her shoulders forward made her little blue bikini top gap forward, I had a clear view of her left nipple. I say left nipple, because that is all there was there was no breast that I could see. I tried to look away, hell, I am a convicted felon, manslaughter, got me 10 years in the Washington State pen. Add in that I lift weights all day, every day, just think of 21' biceps and a 36" waist, that will give you an idea. At 41 years old, people look at me and get scared usually. Men and women both, well, not all of the women. Not all of the men, either, normally it is some muscular short little runt that has something to prove that tries to pick a fight with me, I just ignore that stuff. Hard as I tried to look away, ignore the situation, my eyes kept glancing back. I was thinking of getting the hell out of there, I didn't want to be noticed sneaking peeks at some underage girl's titties with my record. Folks with badges got no sense of humor, I have learned. Just then she let out a snort, I could tell she was plugged up with flem the way she started poking at her nose and making a strangling sound. She looked my way, spotted the spare towel I carried. "Just fuck!" I thought, as I got up and walked over, handing her the towel. As I got closer, I realized she was likely older than I thought at first, still, nervous stuff for me. She looked at me with tear streaked eyes, took the towel, blew gobs of snot into it. I mentally reminded myself I didn't want that towel anymore. Just as I started to turn to go, I heard a quiet, "Thank you sir." I smiled at her, "You OK?" "Yes, just sad." Against my better judgement, I asked, "Well, what's wrong?" "Bobby called me names, left me here!" she blurted. Bobby? "Who's Bobby?" looking around. She pointed out a chubby little blonde doughboy type that was down by the water skidding back and forth on some kind of sliding disc. I had noticed him earlier, he was playing grabass with every bikini that came into range, tugging at their top ties, all the thing jerks do. "Husband?" "No, boyfriend." I had to ask. "Sorry,miss, but how old are you?" She looked up at me, one eyebrow arched a bit. Her face seemed to magically change to a grown woman's, I can't accurately describe that effect. One second I was thinking maybe 15-16, next I was looking at a 30 year old. "31. Surprise you huh? Everybody say that." I noticed that she also slipped into that singsong way of speaking, that some Orientals do when challenged or nervous or upset. "May I?" I pointed to the beach by her side. "Sure." Her eyes looked me up and down slowly, lingering on my crotch, long enough to make me want to check to see if my fly was open. I sat down quickly, damned if that look hadn't made me start to tingle a little. We sat and talked for quite a bit, she opened her mouth and stuff came running out, it was like a dam had burst. I figured what the hell, I sat and listened as she poured it all out. Funny who some gals can tell a total stranger the damndest things. She even mentioned that doughboy was complaining about her being bad in bed. Teased her about her body, well...I was looking at 80 pounds tops there, but still. No reason to tease someone for being the way they were made. I laughed and told her it could be a lot worse, she could be 4' 10" and 300 pounds! "4' 8"" she corrected me, "82 pounds." I though about that, 80 pounds is what I put on my barbells when I am doing heavy curls. My medium brown hide was starting to sting a bit, I mentioned it, so we moved up the beach into some shade under one of the big umbrellas that sit out there. We no more than got settled when here came doughboy. He looked upset at the sight of me. "What the fuck is going on, Tonya!" he started right out with some shit. Oh well, at least now I knew her name. I hadn't mentioned mine, she hadn't either. "We are just talking, Bobby." I stood up. "I'm Dan." I held out my hand. He hesitated, took it. I offered up one of my best firm handshakes, saw his eyes widen, then I released. He looked at me, I have seen that expression before. The top of his head reached about to my chin. "We're going back to the room." he told Tonya. "No! You hit me like before!" there was a trace of fear in her voice. Hit? "I said NOW!" he told her, glaring. "The lady just told you no, Bob." I put the emphasis on his name. He glared at me. "This is none of your business." I took one step towards him. "The lady said no." He looked at me, gave Tonya a hateful look, turned and walked away. "He hits you?" "Sometimes." Her eyes looked down. I looked at doughboy walking off down the beach, the soft rolls on his sides jiggling with each step. "I can't go to the room now." she said, looking at me. What the hell. "Come with me if you like." "I like!" a big smile lit up her face. I grabbed the blankets, she had a little basket, we headed towards my hotel room. I was staying in a one room studio, ground floor, two blocks off the beach. We walked side by side in quiet. We got a few odd looks, me 6'1", 244 pounds, upper body solid muscle, she was 4'8" and 81 pounds? I was fully three times her size, we would have looked like father and daughter except she was obviously oriental and I am white. "Nice!" she said, when we got to the room. She flopped down on the bed and stretched. I took the opportunity to check her out more closely, no one around to make me nervous about it. The tiny blue bikini covered her nicely on the bottom, it was the kind that covered about half of her fanny. Likely as small as she could find, I thought. The top had cups with some kind of rib structure underneath. I would guess them to be "A" cups but they were too big. I had noticed that in the first place, the slightest forward motion of her shoulders made the top gap open. Lying on her back, I marveled at the way her hipbones made the top of her bikini bottoms gap, too. There was no stomach, no waist, this lady was tiny! The muscles of her belly actually rippled with each movement, even with her breath. Then I realized she was asleep. I just let her sleep, grabbed my light bars, all I had brought with me on the trip, and did some work. I was two hours into a session when I felt her eyes, I glanced over. She was up on one elbow, watching me. The damned floppy suit top had slipped, one nipple was peeking out. "You do that a lot?" "Lift? Yea, every day." "You are big." No shit. I just kept lifting, 20's, easy stuff. "Can I try?" "Sure." I set the bars down, she hopped off the bed, grabbed one. With both hands she managed to do 3 lifts, that was it. "Wow." "Those are really light." "How much can you lift?" "I don't know." "Lift me." She stood right in front of me, so I told her to stiffen her body. I placed my hand on her stomach, leaned her forward, lifted her straight up with my right arm. I could have easily lifted her over my head many times, but I set her back down. She smiled, reached out, run her fingers over my upper arms. "You are big." her voice had changed, gotten silkly soft. Her hands ran down my chest, I had taken off my T-shirt, I was just wearing my shorts. Then she pressed against me, I couldn't help it but begin to erect. "Do you like me?" "Yes, sure." "God, big." I knew what was coming, I just let her. Her hands reached down for the catch on my shorts, it tripped. They reached inside, both at once, felt me. I don't wear underwear, her hands found bare flesh, hot, erect. "God, big!" a shudder was in her voice now. I reached down and grasped her tiny behind, surprisingly fleshy and firm. I put my hands on her bare waist, encircled. My thumbs touching allowed my fingers to almost touch at the back. She was running both hands up and down my erection, eyes closed, just feeling. The sensation was incredible, I didn't want to blow in my shorts, so I reached back and let them drop. I was completely naked. Tonya stepped back, slid her bikini bottoms down, revealing a full dark thatch of bush. No trimming of any kind, full just the way it grew. Oddly, she left her top on. I lay her back on the bed, opened her legs. Her pubic hair parted, the pink inner folds opened like a flower. I nuzzled her, licked her, noting how one side of her pussy was fuller and extended, the other side wrinkled and laying inwards toward the other lips. I spread them with my tongue, lifting upwards, just letting my tongue brush against her button. As I repeated the motion, I slipped the index finger of my right hand inside her, feeling the ridges of the muscles of her inner body. She was letting out soft squeaks, almost mouselike. I started to slide upwards, she stopped me. "Lift me." I reached out and picked her up, held her to my chest. "Drop me down." I let her slowly down, her hands dropped between her legs, spread herself. She grasped me and aligned as I lowered her. I felt the head of my cock find her entrance, then slide. It didn't want to go, she took a breath, eyes screwed shut. I slipped a bit more, I let a bit more of her weight on me, slipped again. Then it was like she released inside somehow, I slipped past the resistance and into her body. She let out a squeal, it sounded like pain, I stopped. "Do..doo..doon't stop!" I managed to reach the edge up the bed, on my back, still joined. I left her set the action, the pace, her mouth was sucking furiously at my chest and stomach, she actually had to tip her head and reach to get my nipple in her mouth. Then I felt a crushing so hard it almost caused pain as her inner muscles clamped and released. I realized she had had a violent orgasm. I reached down and tripped the catch on her bikini top, slipped it off. Her nipples were like buttons, boring into my lower stomach. Then she was up and bucking on me, pounding away, I couldn't hold back. As I blasted inside her, she squealed and her belly rippled, then she dropped on me, gasping for air. When Tonya got up, the first thing she did was reach for her bikini top. "Why are you doing that?" "My boobies are ugly." "No they aren't, who told you that?" "Bobbie." "Fuck Bobbie, I like them!" I reached for her, pinned her down and licked and nuzzled her tiny little titties until she squealed and giggled, it must have been a solid half hour. She was rolling my own nipples with her fingers, she seemed to delight in that. I erected again, so I rolled over, sat on the edge of the bed. I picked her up by the waist, back to me, swung her around and set her down on me, just like that. No resistance this time, I slid right in. She giggled and stuck her feet straight out, laughing as she held them there. I worked her body up and down on me with my arms, basically using her to jack myself off. It was hilarious, then she started to squeal again. Noisy little thing, it was fun. I was right behind her this time, I allowed myself to blast off inside, feeling my seed squirt out and over my legs as I did. Later, we showered. I was wondering what I was going to do with her. I came out, sat in the chair, flipped on the TV. She came and curled up at my feet, just nuzzling my legs. Completely naked, I liked that. I thought long and hard, finally voiced it. "What am I going to do with you?" "I stay as long as you let me. I go when you wish." she looked up at me with those big brown eyes. "I fuck you good, you fuck me good." What the hell. Works for me. On the Beach Ch. 04 Bill wanted to check his messages so he booted up his laptop and carried it around the condo but couldn't get a signal. He finally got one when he went out onto the balcony and picked up somebody's Wi-Fi so he could access the net. It connected and there was no password needed but the connection was so slow he left his computer on the table to download his emails while he took a shower. Out of the shower and dressed in a polo shirt and shorts, Bill slipped into his mocs, grabbed a bottle of juice out of the refrigerator and sat down to read the list of emails. Most were junk and there were several that he felt if he opened them he would worry about them and end up working so he logged off and closed the computer case. "I could do this!" he exclaimed as he looked out over the ocean at the blue sky dotted with white puffy clouds. "Maybe I could talk work into letting me come into the office only two days a week. I could spend the rest of the week down here and learn to live a little." A chime sounded and Bill realized that it was his doorbell. "I didn't even know that there was a doorbell in this place," he mused while walking down the hall to the entrance. "Wow!" came out of his mouth as soon as his eyes took in Murphy standing in the hallway. "Wow!" Murphy looked like something from a photo spread in a magazine for mature women. She wore her sunglasses on top of her head and she had applied just enough makeup to bring out her best features. Gold thread earrings dangled from her pierced ears and she was wearing a Royal Blue criss-cross halter-top that was held at her neck by a gold chain. The top didn't show much cleavage but it pulled her breasts together and made them look larger. The front of it draped to a point just above her belly button and a few inches of exposed skin between the top and the low-slung, white cropped pants that covered her legs to mid-calf. The entire outfit was set off by a pair of medium heel, gold sandals that were not much more than a leather sole with a few straps crossing over her arch. Murphy stood with one hand on her cocked hip and the other carrying a little white clutch purse. "Well? Do you approve?" she laughed and did a pirouette to show him all sides. There was no back to the halter-top but the sides were held together and her modesty preserved by a single band of material across her back. "My god! You are stunning!" he exclaimed. "Simply stunning!" Another blush covered her body and she demurely dropped her eyes. "Thank you, sir!" she smiled. "But you don't have to lie to make me feel good." "Murphy, I'm not lying! You are a beautiful woman." Looking down at himself he realized that he was not dressed up enough to escort her so he stepped aside and gestured to her. "Come in while I change. I was not ready for this." "Is it safe in there?" she laughed. "As safe as you want it to be," he replied. The heels Murphy was wearing increased her height to almost eye level with Bill. Smiling at him, she slid past him and he could again smell that scent that so entranced him the night before. "I'll be right out," Bill said and went into the bedroom to change clothes. Bill whipped off his shirt and shorts and kicked his shoes towards the closet. He took his tan Dockers off of the hanger and searched for a belt in his suitcase. Finding his belt he glanced at the barely cracked door where he could see Murphy looking out over the ocean. The bright sunlight glared a little but to his eyes it looked like she was wearing T-back panties underneath her slacks. He stood mesmerized and watched her for a moment before stepping into his pants. He continued watching while she casually looked around the condo before settling down on the sofa. She crossed her legs and picked up a newspaper lying next to her. He admired her slim ankle and foot highlighted by her red toenails that she was slowly rocking back and forth. Checking himself in the mirror he picked up his wallet from the dresser. He was now wearing his Dockers and a button down collar shirt. Straightening the shirt collar he decided to leave an extra button open. Slipping his bare feet into his loafers Bill turned towards the door and spotted Murphy now standing in front of the sofa. He was about to call out to her when he saw her look cautiously towards the bedroom door and seemed to satisfy herself that it was closed. Reaching into her top she did that thing that women do and pulled her left breast up and towards the center of her chest. She repeated the maneuver with her right breast and then shaking her shoulders a little, she looked down at her now more prominent cleavage. Cupping her breasts with both hands she hefted them a little before moving back towards the glass doors overlooking the ocean. "Is this better?" Bill said as he exited the bedroom. "I don't feel underdressed now." "Much better," Murphy nodded, implying that he was underdressed when she first knocked on his door. Bill followed her out of the door while concentrating on her hips and ass. Her nude back didn't miss his inspection and he noted that she stood close enough to him so that their shoulders touched while they waited for the elevator. When the door opened he ushered her in by placing his hand on the bare skin just above the waistband of her pants. She didn't complain when he kept his hand there after they turned and faced the doors. A young mother and several little kids got on at one of the lower floors so there was no conversation other than an afternoon greeting with the mother. Bill's hand slipped from her back when they exited the elevator on the parking deck and he led the way to his pickup. He held her hand and helped her up onto the high seat while stealing a look into the side of her top and wondering if there was a separate bra in there or was it one of those built in things. "Oh! I like this," Murphy commented and ran her hands over the leather bench seat. She twisted around to look into the rear seat of the crew cab and then settled down with her shoulder harness separating and featuring her breasts. "Do you have a vehicle here?" Bill asked after they were on their way down Rt. 17. "Yes, but Robert takes it every day to carry his golf clubs so I call a taxi if I want to go anywhere. He is supposed to come back to the condo at night but it will be a surprise if he shows up more than one or two nights all week. I like to Shag but he doesn't so I sometimes meet a few of my friends that I have made down here and we go to a club to dance." "So that's what Shag means!" exclaimed Bill. "I've been trying to figure that out since I've been here." "You didn't know that? You are young," Murphy laughed. "It started as a way to dance on the sand and North Myrtle Beach is famous for it. Would you like to go to a club and try it out?" "Would your husband mind?" "Not on your life. I told you he doesn't really care what I do as long as I don't embarrass The General or the Air Force! I've been a good wife for 28 years. His first wife went out and had an affair when he was only a 1st Lieutenant. He never really got over that. He married me to take care of his uniforms and kids except we never had any. Long separations don't do much for sex lives and his sperm count was too low to do anything when we finally got together. My job was to look good, be good, and take care of the wives and the families left behind." Bill glanced over when Murphy shifted in her seat and curled her legs up under herself. He never tired at looking at her legs and tried to imagine how they would feel if he touched them. "You obviously did a good job since you're still with him," Bill offered and glanced over at her again. "Whoa!! Watch it!" Murphy yelled and pointed at a stopped car in front of them. Bill jammed on the brakes and the truck skidded to a stop throwing Murphy against the seat belt shoulder harness. "That hurt!" she said and rubbed her breast. She pulled her top away from her chest and looked down. "I don't see any marks but be careful you don't hurt my puppies they need all of the help they can get." "Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" Bill laughed out loud. "Concentrate on the bumps on the road tiger, not on the bumps on my chest. I'm a married woman you know and don't forget I'm married to a General." Bill and Murphy enjoyed sharing more of their lives over lunch. Bill's life had been relatively simple and dull. He was a graduate of Virginia Tech with a Master's Degree in Chemical Engineering and Process Design. He traveled extensively in the United States and Canada but had not been overseas except on vacations to Bermuda and Hawaii. Murphy wanted to hear all about his relationship with Sandy and why he thought that she left him. "Sandy had been married and divorced. She would never tell me why they divorced and she liked to refer to her ex-husband as 'psycho bastard.' I didn't realize that she was a high maintenance person until we moved in together," he reminisced. "She demanded my full time and attention when we became roommates. Not like before when we each had our own space and some time to do our own thing. She's four-years older than me and she has her own successful career and that's the problem. Her career came first but she expected mine to play second fiddle to her wants and desires!" "That's too bad," Murphy commiserated. "We didn't exactly fight about things but sometimes she would go for days and not talk to me." Bill smiled and continued, "I didn't mind because the makeup sex was incredible." Murphy laughed and slapped his arm, "Just like a man! Thinking with his little head all of the time." Murphy had been to many places in the world that Bill hoped to eventually visit. She did not appear to be unhappy with her life but Bill detected a touch of loneliness in her story and in her sharing. She spoke of children and her disappointment of not having any. She also talked about her suspicions that her husband had not always been faithful to her. One particular comment hit home with Bill. "I had plenty of opportunities to be courted and bedded while Robert was away on assignment. He was never in real danger in any of his assignments so that was never a worry to me. Many of the wives had casual affairs while their husbands were on assignment but I always felt that it was important to stick to my marriage vows." Murphy stopped and stared at the table. She seemed to gather some strength to go on with her story. "Robert was promoted to full Colonel when he was in Japan. It was to be a three-month TDY that ended up being extended to over six months. His promotion came through while he was there and they threw him a big party. Later on I heard through the wives' grapevine that they had hired some Japanese prostitutes and that Robert had ended up having an affair with one of them that went on for several months. It was rumored that he caught a disease from her and that it was covered up by his friends." Bill reached across the table and placed his hands on top of Murphy's clasped fingers. "That would be a tough one to find out about," he sympathized. "Did he ever tell you the truth?" "Are you kidding? The big tough General with an STD! Not a chance! I knew something was wrong when he came home and he avoided sex with me for several weeks. Apparently they told him not to have sex without a condom until he was sure that whatever he had, I never did find out what it was, was cured. I couldn't understand what was going on and he made it sound like it was my fault and that it was me that didn't want sex." "When did you find out about his fooling around?" Bill asked. "Several months later when one of the other wives whose husband had been over there with Robert came down with an STD and her husband told her the story. She couldn't wait to tell me to get even for Robert being promoted over her husband. The bitch!" "Has he ever fooled around since then," Bill wondered. "Not that I know of but since our sex life is down the tubes anyway I really wouldn't know. I never did trust him much after that and I had myself tested outside of the military doctors every once in a while after that but nothing positive ever showed up. He's lucky because there would be one dead General if it had!" "Do you want another beer?" Bill asked. "Or should we head out. It's already almost three o'clock." "Three o'clock!! I didn't know we had been here that long. I'd better get back. It looks like rain and Robert may have to leave the golf course early if it does. He will be disappointed that he will have to spend the evening with me. Let's go!" The sky was dark and it was already sprinkling when they left the restaurant so Murphy stayed under the canopy and Bill ran across the parking lot to get the truck. He drove up to the restaurant and slid over to open the door. Murphy had trouble climbing up into the high truck so Bill helped pull her up. They were both laughing like fools when he finally got her up to where she was kneeling on the seat. "It's tough when you get old," she sputtered between outright guffaws. "My old legs just aren't what they used to be." The rain was pouring down and Murphy attempted to knee walk away from the door so she could get her feet inside and close the door. The bottom hem of her loose top ended up between her knee and the seat and when she leaned forward it pulled the top down and her right breast was completely exposed. "Whoops! You weren't supposed to see that," she giggled and sitting back on her feet, she pulled her top out and stuffed her breast back inside. "Back in your kennel you bad little puppy you!" she laughed hysterically and slapped her breast playfully. "Well that answers the question of the built-in bra," Bill thought to himself. "Nice looking tit. It looks soft and ready for sucking with that big nipple sticking out. It must be the cold air on her wet shirt." Murphy's top was wet from the rain and her nipples were engorged. The discussion about their sex lives had her a little aroused and she fleetingly considered what it would be like to kiss him. She wondered what he would do if she made a pass at him. She was sure he would respond and that worried her because she wasn't sure what she would do when he did. Traffic had thinned out considerably and the rain was coming down hard. It beat on the windshield and on the glass moon roof. Murphy pulled some tissues from the box on the dashboard and wiped the rain from her hair and face. She started to pull more tissues out of the box when Bill offered a suggestion. "My laundry is in the back seat and there are some clean tee-shirts in the package. Use one to dry yourself off." Murphy followed his suggestion and was soon patting her arms and chest dry when Bill stopped for a traffic light. "Here do my back for me. Will you?" she asked and handed him the tee shirt. Murphy leaned forward and Bill gently rubbed the cotton across her back and down to her waist. He playfully tried to ease his fingers inside the waistband at the back of her pants when she sat up and grabbed the shirt from him. "You are a very naughty boy," she laughed. "I told you before, I'm a married woman." "Put your seat belt on," Bill instructed. "Before I get a ticket." Murphy chose to sit in the middle of the big bench seat next to Bill. She clicked her belt into place and sat back in her seat. "That was fun!" she said. "I haven't laughed so much in years. I like you. You're a fun person to be around." "What would The General do if he saw us together?" Bill asked. "Does he carry a gun?" "No, no gun but he would accuse me of cheating on him. It doesn't bother me anymore, I'm used to that. He is one of the most jealous people that I know but he ignores me most of the time." Bill glanced over at Murphy when she became quiet. She was staring off through the windshield with a thoughtful look on her face. "Yes, I'm used to it," she almost whispered. The rain was slowing and Bill reached down to move the windshield wiper control to a slower speed when suddenly Murphy grabbed his right arm. "Stop!" Turn in here she yelled in his ear and tugged at his arm. "Careful! You'll wreck us!" Bill cautioned her and checking the mirror he slowed the truck down as quickly as possible. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Turn around and go back. That's my truck in that parking lot." Murphy instructed while twisting around in her seat to look out the back window. "That's my fucking truck." Bill was surprised at her choice of words but her tone, volume and intensity indicated that she was highly pissed off. He turned left into a parking lot and u-turned back out onto the street. "In there! Right there!" Murphy exclaimed and pointed at the parking lot of the Crazy Horse Gentlemen's Club. "In here?" Bill wondered. "Yes! Right there!" She was pointing at a white Cadillac Escalade with gold trim parked next to the club. The Virginia license plate read "First Sgt." "That's my truck! That son-of-a-bitch is in there playing around with those whores. I'll kill him." Murphy's venomous attack surprised him and he sat back against the door to get out of the way of her flaying arms. "I'm going in there and get him! The bastard!" she yelled and struggled to get out of her seat belt. Bill held her arm. "Wait a minute! Murphy! Calm down! Are you sure that's your truck?" "Of course I'm sure," she yelled at him. "That's my vanity plate!" "You're going to get yourself arrested if you go in there and make a scene," he warned. "Calm down and we'll figure something out." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you," she said and slumped back in her seat. Bill was blocking the driveway so he moved his truck to the back of the club's parking lot. He was surprised to see the lot was nearly full at this time of the day. "The rain must have driven the golfers off of the courses and to this place." He mused. Murphy was quietly sobbing and Bill reached for a tissue to dry her tears. She dabbed at her eyes and looked up at him. She had the saddest look on her face that he had ever seen on a person. She looked devastated. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say," Bill tried to comfort her. "That son-of-a-bitch!" Murphy repeated hiccupping a sob from her throat. "How could he do this to me?" "Take it easy. It'll work out," he put his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled her face into his shoulder like a little lost girl. Bill couldn't help but to enjoy the scent of her hair and her soft warm skin in the palm of his hand. He felt an erection starting to form and he had to do something to take his mind off of this woman to whom he was becoming strongly attracted. "Maybe we had better move on out of here," Bill suggested. "I wouldn't want The General to see us like this." "Ask me if I give a shit!" she sobbed into his shoulder. "I've had it with him." Bill moved to get his arm from around Murphy's shoulder but she held onto him for a moment before straightening up and looking up at him with her hand on his chest. Her right arm snaked around his neck and she pulled his head down to where she could meet his lips with hers. The kiss was soft and warm. Bill could taste her lipstick and the salt of her tears as she moved her lips gently against his. He returned the kiss but tried not to force anything on her that she didn't want to do. He realized that his cautionary approach was not necessary when he felt her mouth open slightly and her tongue swipe across his lips. She murmured into his mouth and pressed herself firmly against his body. Bill responded by meeting her tongue with his and they gently tasted each other for a few seconds until Murphy stiffened and pulled away. On the Beach Ch. 04 Patting her saliva from his lips with her tear-stained tissue she said, "I shouldn't have done that. No matter what the son-of-a-bitch does, I'm still married to that son-of-a-bitch." Bill shifted the truck into drive and was preparing to pull away when Murphy clutched his arm tightly against her side. "Thank you," she said. "I didn't mean to drag you into this, but thank you." "Entirely my pleasure, ma'am," he replied mimicking John Wayne. "The pleasure is all mine." "Stop it! It's not funny!" Murphy laughed. "That son-of-a-bitch!" "So he's not The General anymore? Is that it?" Bill asked. "No, he's just a son-of-a-bitch that's all and when he gets back to the condo I'm going to rip his little balls off! Take me back please." The trip back to the condo went quickly in the late afternoon light traffic and Murphy held tightly to Bill's arm the entire way. He pulled into the parking garage, found a spot in which to fit the big truck and turned off the engine. "The telephone in my condo is not hooked up so let me give you my cell phone number in case you need anything," he offered. Murphy entered his number into her cell phone but didn't offer hers in return. He let it pass and climbed down out of the truck. Murphy slid behind the steering wheel and he got to touch her again while helping her down. "Thank you again. I probably would have done something stupid if you were not there," Murphy said and offered her lips to him. Bill leaned down and gently kissed her. There was no tongue play this time but the kiss lingered a little longer than a 'Thank you and goodbye' kiss. They rode the elevator up to her floor and he watched her ankle bracelet glinting in the reflected light flashing as she walked down the hall towards her condo. When she was safely inside he pushed the button for his floor and the doors closed. On the Beach Ch. 04 The family and Jim begin to deal with the implications of Bill's announcement. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his help with editing. ========= Without further ado, I stepped to the lounge chair, smoothed out the ridiculously soft towel Muriel had provided, and stretched out. "You don't believe in doing things by half do you, Bill?" she drawled in that sardonic way only a true woman of the South is capable of. I waited for the doorbell. It wasn't a long wait. Muriel got up. I wondered who had drawn the short straw. The murmured voices were too soft, too indistinct, for me to tell. I couldn't even tell if it was a male or a female. When Muriel returned alone and laid back down without saying a word I, knew it wasn't mom. Even Muriel lacked the strength to keep my mother from one of her kids. --- "No, Meg. Just let him be for a bit. He needs some time to let the dust in his mind settle so he can see things more clearly. I'll keep an eye on him. You got my word on that." My distraught neighbor had thrown one of Ben's old tee shirts on. Despite the tears in her eyes and the screwed up face, her boobs underneath the tee shirt were hard to resist. I tried to convince myself that what my longtime friend and occasional lover needed was for me to introduce her to my newest toy and re-introduce her to my tongue. I'd never convince her so I let the idea die. "Oh, Muriel. I don't know if I can do that? This is all my fault, all our fault. Ben and I, not you. I don't mean you, not at all. For God's sake, what were we thinking? Sending Mark over here like that. I can't imagine a more thoughtful or gentle lover than you but what kind of parents send their son over to the neighbor's house to be seduced? I'm worse than Mrs. Robinson. Not that you're a Mrs. Robinson," she added quickly, then rushed on. "And then," she choked on a sob, "and then, watching the two of you, letting Mark, Mark and the others, watch Ben and me in the pool. What did I expect? Huh? What the fuck did I expect?" I kissed her on both cheeks and hugged her hard. She was trembling, much as she had been all those years ago, except that time we were both naked. "Meg, listen to me. We'll have time to talk and talk and talk but later. At the moment, all you need to get though that pretty little head of yours is that none of this is your fault. It's not your fault the boy is gay. It's not your fault everything blew up all of a sudden. Hell, if you can tell me how you could keep the fact that your daughter and son were in love with the same guy from turning into a goddamn spectacle, I'd love to hear it. Think on this a spell - there's been no punches thrown, no screaming, nothing but an ear splitting whistle and a shout." I chuckled. "It was a doozy of a shout, for sure, but no blood's been drawn. "You go on home, have yourself an old fashion. Sorry, sweetheart, but you can't make a decent martini; make it an old fashion and relax. I'm going to head back out to the deck and see exactly how gay that son of yours truly is." I couldn't help laughing at the look on her face. "Oh for God's sake, Meg, close your flapper. I'm joking. You know I'd never put him on the spot like that." "Muriel Dyer, I'm starting to believe all those rumors I hear." She kissed me on the cheek, tried to smile, but succeeded only in looking lost. "Meg, you fret too much. It's not good for you. Go home. Lay out by the pool. That'll help Bill to appreciate this don't change a damn thing." Meg wasn't dumb. She knew as well as I did that her son's shouted declaration changed a lot of things but the truth wasn't what she needed to hear, not at the moment anyway. She turned and walked down the walk toward the shared driveway, head down. Hell, even her usually perky ass looked down in the dumps. Damn it all. I went out on the deck, intending to give Bill a refresher on manners and how not to treat loved ones but the face below the arm over his eyes looked as sad as his momma's butt. Shit fire and damnation as my daddy use to say. I stretched out and focused on the sound of the waves. I focused on my heartbeat, slowing it to match the rhythm of the waves. I pictured the sun steaming all my worries and fears and anger right out of my body. I imagined all those hurtful feelings being condensed by the warmth of the sun into drops of sweat, salty as tears, and then dropping away from my body, to evaporate into the nothingness they actually were. I pictured Bill and me, floating above the waves in a giant soap bubble, rainbows flashing all over its sides as it undulated in the breeze. We were floating on our backs, looking like the cover of a book about out-of-body experiences or being abducted by space aliens or some such. The important part was that Bill was inside the bubble with me. He was protected. All the conflict and hurt feelings were outside. Them nasty feelings poked their face against the sides of the bubble, looking horrible, but they couldn't reach us and gradually we float away from them. They were of the earth and we had become part of the sky. Silly? I suppose it was but it seemed to work. Beside me, Bill's breathing deepened, then slowed. The lines of tension left his mouth and he slept. He'd lotioned up good but after a half-an-hour, I moved the umbrella to shade his body. As I looked at him sleeping there in the shade, his cock began to grow. It was one of life's mysteries I would never understand. Why was it a man couldn't sleep without getting a damn boner? Mysterious or not, gay or not, Bill's erection looked mighty fine. I regretted that it seemed unlikely I'd ever have a chance to sample that fine looking piece of himself hanging between his legs. Though, I reminded myself, stranger things had happened in my life. I moved and sat under the other umbrella. I glanced over at the Casey's place, which was really my place but for the two weeks they'd paid for it was as good as theirs. I'd tried to sell it to them. I'd asked for a good price, not the price I would have fetched on the open market but a fair price, a family price. Ben was too stiff-necked to consider it. If he couldn't over-pay he'd be worried I was giving him charity. He was a good man but that didn't alter the fact he was a man. It was quiet over there. No one was in the pool. Mark was still out on the upper deck. Meg had taken my advice. She was out by the pool with Jill. I noticed she ditched her bikini bottoms. They moved their chairs back into the shade. They appeared to be talking but I couldn't be sure. The sun had nearly reached its high point for the day. The air was so hot even the sound of the waves seemed subdued. Another hour or so and it'd be martini time, at least as far as I was concerned. ---- "Honest to God, Ben. I had no idea. Not a fucking clue, man." I nodded. I believed him. It was stupid to have even asked. I opened two beers. "I know that, Jim. It was a dumb question. Sorry." I handed him a beer and took a sip of my own. Jim held his beer, looking at it as if he'd never seen one before and wasn't quite sure what to do with it. "I've been around gay dudes before," he said still staring at the beer. "You aren't supposed to say so but usually you got a pretty good idea if a guy is gay. You know? I mean sometimes a dude'll seem gay and you find out he's not but I've never met a gay dude before who didn't seem, you know, gay. Fuck." I shook my head. "I wondered about it. You were usually too busy trying to impress Jill, or trying to sneak an extra beer, to notice how uncomfortable Bill looked around the girls he was supposed to be dating. He was polite enough. But I could tell. He'd smile if they said something funny, a genuine smile, but when he smiled and told them something sweet the smile never made it to his eyes. He didn't get all tongue-tied, not like some I might mention, but it was clear enough his heart wasn't in it." I shook my head again and took a drink. "I should have seen it. He felt bad about dating girls, felt he was playing them along. That's why he never dated any of them more than a few weeks. Goddamn it." He still hadn't taken a drink of his beer. "What about you?" "Me?" Jim's voice cracked. He might be almost old enough to drink but it'd be a few more years before he could trust his voice under stress. "Yeah, you. You seemed to have feelings for my daughter. After last night let me re-phrase that - you damn well better have feelings for my daughter. I don't think it's much of a stretch to surmise she has feelings for you." I think the kid blushed, which made me like him more. "And, now my son has proclaimed he loves you too. Son, you're at the top of a very shaky looking triangle. Unless your bi? Are you bi? No. Hell, it doesn't matter. Neither he or Jill were ever very good at sharing." Jim looked at me, helpless. "Son, drink your beer. It'll help, not much, but a little." It was the best advice I had for him at the moment. He took a drink and sat down on the bar stool with a towel. I went to find one for myself. In the heat of the moment it had slipped my mind I was nude. Becoming a nudist was likely to be the easiest part of the vacation at this rate. "Look, Jim," I said as I covered one of the stools with a towel and sat down. "You aren't gay and you aren't bi. I believe you. Bill's no dummy. He has to know that side of things is not going to happen. Fair or not, it simply isn't in the cards. He'll want to remain friends. Do you still want to be his friend?" That jarred the blank look off his face. He looked a little pissed. "What the hell do you mean by that? Bill's been my best friend since we met. He was the first person that was nice to me after I moved to Norfolk. You know how he jumped in to help me get registered and I didn't even know his damn name. Next, he invited me to dinner but said ya'll were vegetarians and wondered if there were any black vegetarians. I looked at him, ready for some racist bullshit but he had this huge stupid grin on his face. You know all this. I love him as much my own brother, maybe more, my brother might turn out to be a dick. Of course, he's still my friend. Fuck that, man. Jesus." I nodded. That was the answer I expected. "I understand all that but can you be friends with someone that wants to be more than a friend? Let's turn it around. I understand you're not gay but for the sake of argument let's say you are. Now, imagine Jill is in love with you and you love her too, but like a sister, not a lover. Could you be her friend? That's what you're facing. Understand?" Jim shrugged, took a drink of beer and looked me straight in the eye. "Depends. I can be his friend, sure. The only part that matters is the part I ain't got no say in, can he be friends, and only friends, with me? I think he can. I think he'll want to. I can't imagine Bill being a dick about it. Can you?" I finished my beer. "No, I can't." I dropped a hand on his shoulder. "It'll be alright. Everyone just needs to keep their head." ----- How could I not know my own brother was gay? Was I that stupid? Was I that wrapped up in my own shit? It was my fault Jim ended up flashing his junk. Was that what brought this mess to a head? I kept my eyes closed against the sun. Behind me I heard Jim and my dad talking. I kept re-playing what happened this morning in my head. Bill jerking off while I was in the room. He thought I was asleep but we'd slept in the same room most of our lives. I shared a bedroom with him until I left for college. He'd never jerked off when I was in the room before. What, if anything, did this morning mean? Being gay was one thing. That didn't bother me but if my brother wanted to fool around with me? That was a different thing all together. I smacked myself in the middle of my forehead for being a homophobic twit. I'd eyed my sister. That didn't mean I wanted to fuck her. I'd seen my mom naked. I could acknowledge she was hot but that didn't mean I wanted to fuck her, either. Same for Jim and my dad. So, worrying that my gay brother wanted to suck my dick was typical hetero male bullshit. The idea that I was so hot every gay dude on the planet wanted to blow me, including my brother, was bullshit. I had no idea I was such a fucking dick. Poor Jill. I couldn't see how she could make things work with Jim, knowing her own brother was her competition. Or Jim? What about that poor fucker? On the other hand, he wouldn't be the first, or last, guy to have to balance the needs of his BFF and his girlfriend. True, typical BFFs aren't interested in jumping your bones but at least he had a base to work from. Wow. I was starting to wish I'd passed on the family vaykay. Shit. ---- "I should go talk to him." "No, baby girl. Muriel's right. Give him some time. Besides, you need to sort through your own feelings first." She looked at me. "Now who needs to get her head into the game?" I snapped at my daughter. God help us if I had to live with Jill in my dotage. We were too alike to stay under the same roof for much longer. "Your brother is in love with a man that I believe you're thinking you might be in love with, and you don't have any feelings about that?" "Oh?" "Yeah. Oh, is right." I stood up and took my bikini bottom off. I was embarrassed at how pathetic the gesture of leaving them on had been. My family could see my tits but not my pussy or ass? One of my mother's favorite sayings had been - "shit or get off the pot." Smart woman. I smeared sunscreen on my front side and laid back down on my back. "I think we should move our chairs into the shade, mother." I got up and followed her lead. I knew, absolutely knew, in my heart, she'd waited until I went to the trouble of applying sunscreen before suggesting we get out of the sun. "I need to have a talk with Jim, make sure he knows what he's getting into before it's too late," I snapped at my daughter as I dragged the lounge chair into the shade. "What do you mean by that?" God, how I hate that faux innocent-little-me voice she used, mostly, I was convinced, to irritate me. "That you're a goddamn pain in the ass when you want to be, which, lately, is most of the time." She giggled. It was a nice sound. "I am, aren't I?" She shrugged. "So are you, you know. That's why daddy loves you. It's probably why Jim loves me." She sat up. "Oh shit, momma. Did I jinx us? I shouldn't have said the "L" word yet." "Oh, you need comfort and I'm momma, huh?" I shook my head. "For someone who claims religion is "silly" you sure have quite a number of superstitions. Relax. The poor boy is delirious around you. It's sort of sad." Jill jumped up so fast it startled me. "I have to see him." "Jill, no. I told you to leave him alone." She waved her hand at me. "Not Bill, Jim. I need to see Jim." --- Ben and I were finishing our little talk when I heard Jill hollering my name as she came up the stairs. Ben, looked at me, smiled, whispered "good luck" and went out onto the deck. She came up the stairs and swung around the half-wall. I mean swung. She held onto the top of the banister and whipped herself around the wall. Her bare feet caught on the wood floor. She would've fallen if I hadn't already been heading to meet her. I caught her. She pulled her feet under her and wrapped her arms around my body. She felt good. To me, it felt like that out of all the places in the universe, my arms were the spot she fit in the best. "What's wrong?" She shook her head. "Nothing. I'm worried about Bill. What a fucking mess but at the moment I'm more worried that worrying about him will fuck you and me up. I'm a selfish bitch but I don't want that to happen." She took me by the hand and turned back toward the stairs. "Come on. I want you to make love to me. Last night we fucked. Today, I want to make love." "Now? Jill, baby, you're crazy. With all the shit raining down around us, you want to make love now?" "Of course. Now's when we have to, before anything slides too far out of control. Come on." I followed her down the stairs. I didn't have much choice. Girl wouldn't let go of my hand. She past the door to her room, then the door to my room, past the media room to the far side of the lower level. She led me to the bathroom. "Jill, what are we doing here? A minute ago the damn world was going to end if we didn't fu..." I saw a look in her eye I already recognized. Damn, that worried me, both the look and the fact I already knew that look. "Sorry, baby, make love and now we're going to stop to brush are teeth?" "Of course. And you need to take a shower. I took one already. Not to be mean but I don't want to suck a dick covered with my day old pussy juice. Yuck." I shook my head. "Girl, you say 'of course' way too much. Not everything that falls from your sweet lips is straight from the mouth of God." "Of course," she broke up in giggles. "Not," she finished. She brushed her teeth in the hyper-efficient manner I would have expected. I could almost hear her count the strokes. "You sure this is a good idea?" I asked her again, hoping she hadn't changed her mind but feeling like I ought to give her the chance. "Abso-fuck-it-lutely," she giggled and tugged at my half-hard penis. "So are you I'd say." She sniffed her fingers. "Phew. I knew you stank." She shooed me into the shower and then faced me through the see- through shower curtain. I tried to get her back by jerking off a little. Didn't work. I just made myself even more horny for her. Damn, this was going to take some getting used to. I'd never worried before about what someone else thought about what I was doing. When I turned off the water and pulled back the curtain, Jill wrapped me up in a towel. She dried me. The soft towel and her hands felt awfully nice on my body. That wouldn't be so hard to get used to. All the rooms on the lower level faced the ocean. The media room, or as Ben called it, the rec room, occupied the middle portion of the level. Beyond it, on one side was the appliance room and bathroom. On the other side, the three bedrooms. They were all small. Jill's room had a double bed. The other two had twin beds. The windows were open but it was still sweltering, even in the basement. Jill pulled the cord to raise the blinds, hoping for at least a puff of breeze. Her mom was no more than fifteen feet away, lounging in the sun. As I tried to think of a way to change Jill's mind, or at least change rooms, her dad appeared. I hadn't hear him come down the stairs. Motherfucker was some kind of ninja. He pulled a regular chair over by Meg and sat down. "Jill, girl, we need to go back to the bathroom or laundry room or something," I whispered. Jill crossed the small gap between her bed and the window. "Why?" she demanded, not whispering. She looked out the window and shook her head. "Don't be silly. Come on." I followed her to the bed and laid down and moved the side closest to the wall. Jill laid on her side facing me. "How come you never asked me out? Was it because I was white?" "No," I replied. Surprisingly enough that was true. You didn't have to worry nowadays, not much anyway, about being lynched for looking at a white girl but even that wasn't part of it. "You're Bill's sister. Even before he said he love ..., before he said what he did, I was afraid to fuck up our friendship by asking his sister out." "I always thought you liked me. I couldn't figure out why you didn't ask me out. The only thing I could think of was that it was because I'm white." She kissed me. We'd kissed a little last night but last night had been about fucking. Her lips were soft. They weren't skinny lips but they weren't the full lips of the girls I usually dated. To me, it seemed like they left her mouth unprotected. So, I pushed with my tongue. Those soft, sweet little lips opened and I let my tongue touch hers. On the Beach Ch. 04 My dick was already hard. Her lips and the taste of her tongue made it begin to ache. She pulled away, rubbing my arm. "Are you interested in my brother? You know, like to have sex with him or anything?" "No. I love your brother but I love him like you love him. He's my best friend but I don't have any desire to fool around with him or nothing like that." "Cool." We kissed some more. Her hand moved from my arm to my side. I wanted her to touch my dick but so far, she'd kept her hands above my waist. "You know daddy was wrong about one thing?" "Hmm?" I didn't really care. I wanted to get back to kissing, then stroking and eating and blowing and making love. "I'd share you. Even with Bill, if you were interested in him that way. I don't mind sharing as long as everyone I'm sharing with knows that what I'm sharing is mine and comes home with me." "How did you know about that?" "I have excellent hearing," she giggled. "And, maybe, I listened on the stairs, just a little." She giggle again and then her mouth was on mine. ----- I slathered more sunscreen on. I was already pretty dark and I tan easily but I didn't want to risk a sunburn on top of everything else. Besides, I didn't want to get too dark, not because I minded being dark but I'd see enough crocodile-skinned people on the Outer Banks to want to make sure in forty years my skin didn't look like that. I decided after I laid on my stomach for a while I'd go in. After we heard my sister's demand for immediate carnal action from Jim, my dad had gotten up and gone inside, leaving me alone on the deck. That poor fucker, Jim, had no idea what he was in for when it came to my little sister. I glanced at Muriel's place. I nodded. She nodded. I could just make out Bill, under an umbrella, beyond her. He was very still and I assumed he was asleep. Muriel went back to her book and I stretched out. Through the gap between deck boards I could see mom, or most of her. She was angled such that her head was not in view. Her body was. I told myself to go inside but I didn't listen to myself. I moved my head a little. I saw dad pull a chair up and sit beside her. They weren't talking. Between the crashes of the waves, I could hear voices coming from Jill's room. It was right below the deck. I was ten feet above them. If not for the waves, gulls and the wind chimes I could have heard their conversation. All I caught was bits and pieces but that was enough. ------ I drowsed. I dreamed. I thought about my options. I'd sneak a peek every so often. Muriel sat there, reading. I wonder what part of me was missing that left me capable of appreciating her beauty but remain unaroused by it. I'd had sex with women, two women, in fact. I knew it would be better to have a larger sample size before drawing any conclusions but I had known the answer before I started. I was young. My cock got hard at the drop of a hat. I stiff dick didn't prove a fucking thing. I could perform the mechanical aspects but that's all it had been. Mechanical. I had thought I was beyond believing there was something wrong with who I was. Yet, here I was, wondering if I wasn't broken, there was still something missing wasn't there? And if something was missing, how could I be whole? ------ I loved the feel of Jim's full lips on mine. I loved his tongue in my mouth even more. What I loved the most was he didn't seem to notice I was head over heels for him. If he did notice, he didn't take advantage of it. He acted as if he was the one who might fuck things up, not me. I had gradually been working my hand down his side. Our kisses grew more heated and my fingers began to trail over his belly. His body wasn't very hairy. The hair on his chest was short, kinky and stiff. He had a little bit of hair on his belly. He had the cutest little belly button, a horizontal crescent, topped by a little ridge of what felt like muscle. He tightened his belly as my finger traced the crevasses between the hard rectangles of his abs. I started at the top, just below his ribs. I traced each one, working lower. The lower part of his abs were hard strips of muscle rather than rectangles. As my finger traced them, the back of my hand brushed his erection. His pubic hair was thick. My fingers played in and it and I could hear the crispness of it. "How big are you?" I whispered, pulling away from his mouth slightly. "Would you like me asking you the size of your boobs?" "36 almost C, but mostly B. That was the other reason I thought maybe you didn't ask me out?" He pulled back, a look of annoyance on his face. "Because black men only like big tits and assess?" "Oh fucking please. No, because almost all men like big tits, white, black or brown." She smirked at me. "Though, big assess seemed to be mostly black men. Asshole." "My dick is seven and one-half inches on the money. It's just about as big around as a little white girl's pussy can handle." I giggled and move in to lay against his chest, rolling him part of the way onto his back. One hand was trapped between our bodies, the other wrapped itself around his cock. My fingers only met if I squeezed. "You'll do, I suppose, until I can find better." "I know one way to keep you quiet, little lady." He pushed, if such a gentle touch qualified as a push, the back of my head. I took the hint and started to kiss my way down the valley that separated his abs. The head of his cock was bumping into my ear by the time I darted my tongue into his belly button. All I needed to do to take it into my mouth was to turn my head. He tasted almost as good as he did last night. I missed the smell of him. Today he smelled like soap, not like Jim. Although, the way the two of us were sweating in that hot room it wouldn't take long to remedy that problem. I stroked his cock, milking the tangy dew of his excitement. I ran my tongue up his slit and then around the head. He put a hand between my legs and tugged. I took his cock out of my mouth and looked back under my arm at him. "I thought black men don't eat pussy?" I asked with a smile. "Bullshit. Black men eat more pussy than fried chicken. And we don't need no white ladies' advice, no matter how sweet she is or how good the advice is. Black women are not shy." He scrunched up his face. When he spoke, it was with a much deeper drawl and falsetto. "Uh-uh baby, not there, over there, damn don't you see where I'm pointing, right there, that's right, nibble that baby carrot, now lick. Put your tongue two and three-quarters inches inside my pussy and fuck it five times, then suck my clit." His voice returned to normal. "Might as well be in the Marines. Now that I think on it, I think she was a Marine." He stared at me. "You want your pussy eaten? If so, throw your leg over baby and let's get to work. I did as instructed. I rested my hands on the bed, one between his legs, on beside his right thigh. I brushed my tits over his cock, lowered myself and slid my cleavage up and down his shaft. I gasped when he pulled me onto his mouth, his tongue already probing deep inside my pussy. ------- I tried to focus on the ocean, on the gulls. I tried to turn the high wispy clouds into something recognizable, but failed. The only thing recognizable was the conversation behind me. I could hear my daughter and Jim talking in her bedroom. I couldn't really hear him, only every so often when she irritated him. Jill I could hear plainly. Ben sat quietly, examining his nails with great interest. I heard Jill gasp. In my head, I knew Jim was doing something to her, with his mouth based on what I'd heard. My pussy was already wet. I went over my life in my head, attempting to find where or how this part of me had flourish without my ever being aware of it. I studied my own nails. I felt my heart pounding. Was I having a panic attack? I rose so suddenly, the lounge chair was pushed back with a clatter. I didn't care. Maybe it would remind them they weren't alone. I started for the door. My hand was actually moving aside the vertical blinds to enter when I turned. I walked to the open window. I stopped. I looked at Ben, my husband. He was expressionless. I peeked around the edge of the window. ----- I had to scoot way down on the lounge chair to get a steeper angle in order to see what mom was doing. I'd heard most of Jim and my sister's conversation; enough to know that the sounds I was hearing was my sister trying to gag Jim's big cock down her throat. My cock was hard. I rolled slightly to avoid laying on it. A deck joist blocked most of my view of mom. I could only see from the boobs down. That was enough. I could tell she was looking in the window to Jill's bedroom. ----- Muriel had dozed off in her chair. I heard the scrape of a chair on concrete. I stood up and stepped round Muriel. Mark was lying mostly off the lounge chair, clearly trying to peek through a gap in the decking. I could see the bottom of mom's legs standing beside Jill's window. My dad was sitting looking toward my mom. I could see he had a hardon. I didn't see Jim or Jill. It wasn't hard to imagine where they were, though. The patio door was open. I went inside. Muriel never stirred. I didn't want to go through the garden. My parents would see me. I peeked out the front door. The coast looked clear. I ran, as quickly as I could with bare feet on a gravel driveway to our rental. I eased the door open quietly and made my way downstairs. The basement floor was painted concrete. I didn't have to worry about squeaks. I put my ear, very carefully, against Jill's bedroom door. ---- Jim's mouth on my pussy made it hard to think straight. I forced myself to remember I wanted to suck his cock. There was something about the angle. It made it easier to get him deep into my mouth. I could take his cock almost all the way in but not quite. I still had room for my hand at the base of his cock. The head of his cock pushed past the back of my tongue. After a few attempts, I was no longer gagging but I couldn't get the head past that spot. It was like my throat, or maybe my neck, wasn't big enough around to let his cock pass. I quit worrying about that and focused on what I was doing with my mouth and hand. His cock was so slick I could squeeze tightly with my hand and still stroke him. With every stroke, more of his dew filled my mouth. I let most of it run back down his cock, making it silky slick and smooth. I pulled back and looked at his cock. It glistened, black as dark chocolate, except for the pink that showed in the slit and the pink skin where he'd been cut. I had been supporting myself on my right arm, using my left to stroke him as I sucked. After I finished admiring my lover's cock, I shifted. My right arm was tired. I supported myself on my left, intending to use my right hand now. My hair was in my mouth. I pushed it away. As I did, I glanced at the window. A head jerked away. I made a bet with myself and smiled when I won. ---- Was I jealous? Of my own daughter? I'd never slept with another man besides her father. I had never wanted to. But, dear Lord, Jim's cock looked delicious. I found myself wondering if I could do a better job deep throating that pretty cock. Ben was a wonderful lover and I loved him and his cock, but Jim was bigger and thicker and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake visions of sucking that cock or of lying on my back, resting on my elbows, and watching that cock push its way into my cunt. I was so lost in fantasy that it took me a second before I realized Jill was looking at me. I jerked away, my heart pounding. What was I doing? I should leave, not just the window but the house. I should go home. Get help. I was sick. When I peered back around the window sill Jill was still looking at the window. She smiled. ------ I love the taste of this girl's pussy. I spent more time shoving my tongue into her than I did playing with her clit. This girl's pussy juice is both sweet and copious. I spotted her momma peeking in at us before she did. Jill wasn't a big girl, in fact she was a little bit of a thing. I was shaking my head, teasing her clit, when I spotted Meg peering in at us. I wasn't too surprised. I knew they could hear us. After last night it didn't appear that were very shy around each other. I didn't care. I liked it. In my head, I imagined it was Meg squatting over my face. It was Meg's pussy I was eating. I imagined Jill sucking my cock while I ate her momma's pussy. I wanted to fuck that hot mouth. I wanted to but I held back. Jill wanted to make love, not fuck. I pushed her momma out of my thoughts. It wasn't all that hard to do. The sweet little mouth, attached to the sweet little pussy that was filling my own mouth, was trying hard to swallow my cock. I heard Jill gag and warmth flowed over my cock. I almost pulled away, afraid she had thrown up on my dick. Then I felt my cock slide past the narrow spot in her throat, felt her nose touch my belly. I flicked her clit with my tongue to congratulate her. ---- I felt hands on my hips. I turned my head. Ben was looking over my shoulder. His cock pressed against the side of my leg. Through the window, I saw Jill's shoulders hunch up. I heard her gag. She didn't pull her head away. She pushed through it and suddenly Jim's cock disappeared inside her mouth. Her lips were stretched thin, her cheeks flat. Her eyes, when they meet mine, were smiling in triumph. Her father's hands cupped my ass and urged me up. I rose onto my tiptoes. His right hand left my ass. My pussy was soaking. He had no problem slipping his cock into me. ---- My father joined mom inside the narrow frame of vision the gap between the deck boards allowed me. He watched over mom's shoulder. Inside the room I heard Jill gag, then silence. Mom flattened her back and stood on her toes. Dad shoved his cock into her from behind. ---- I woke up when my book fell onto the floor. It took me a second to get my wits together. I wasn't sure how long I had slept. Not long, I decided. The sun had not moved far enough to reach under my umbrella. I looked over to make sure Bill was still covered by his umbrella. He was gone. I stood up quickly, kicking myself for falling asleep. I glanced around. No Bill. Across the way, Mark was lying half on, half off, one of the lounge chairs. He was stroking his cock nice and slow like. From his posture I could tell he was peeking between the deck boards at something below him. I couldn't be sure, all I could see where two sets of feet, but my guess was that the feet belonged to Meg and Ben. Whoever the feet belong to, the movement of the thighs made it clear they were fucking. From where they was standing it seemed to me they were either beside or right in front of one of the downstairs bedroom windows. ---- I wanted to show off. I wanted to prove I wasn't a little girl anymore. I wanted to deep throat Jim's cock. I pushed my mouth over his dick. It went past the back of my tongue. No problem. I pushed harder. This was where it felt like it couldn't go any further. My throat was wide enough. I told myself to relax. My esophagus was muscle but it was thin muscle, distensible muscle. All I needed to do was relax. I pushed harder. I gagged. It took me by surprise. My mouth filled with hot water, stomach acid. I swallowed. I was not about to let myself hurl in the middle of sucking Jim's cock. No fucking way. My body was trying to expel the thing in my throat. To do that my throat had to relax. I didn't jerk away; I pushed. I succeeded. His cock slipped passed the back of my mouth and into my throat. I had him, all of him, inside my mouth. I turned my head as much as I could and looked at the window through the cascade of hair that had fallen over my face. My parents' eyes were wide. I resisted the urge to wink. I slowly pulled my mouth off Jim's cock. I could feel the tight spot in my throat snap back as his cockhead left it. I cleaned his cock off with my tongue. His mouth and tongue had me so close. It was time. ---- Jill pulled her mouth off my cock and I tried not to cum. I moved my mouth and began to kiss the inside of her thighs. They were wet with her sweet juice. I licked her soft skin. She moved from my face. She turned and knelt beside me. She leaned forward and we kissed. I let her lick her pussy off my face. She urged me to my knees before lying down on her back. In the window Meg was staring, no longer trying to hide off to the side. Ben was behind her. He was staring too. "Make love to me now. Please?" "You don't need to say please, baby," I whispered to her as I moved between her legs. I urged her legs up with my hands. She grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them tight against her chest. Her pussy was pink and wet and shining like a fucking diamond or something. I rubbed the head of my cock between her pussy lips. It was still wet from her sweet mouth but I rubbed it over her pussy for a long time to make sure. "Put it in me, Jim. Please, baby." I steadied my cock with one hand and pressed forward. It was easier this time. I buried my cock in her pussy with the first stroke. It was easier but damn she was tight. I rested my hands on the backs of her legs and began to move my hips. Her hands left her legs and found her titties. I had to taste them titties. They were so pink and ripe and juicy looking. I leaned over her and bent down enough to take her right nipple in my mouth. She steadied her titty with one hand while I started to suck and pull at her nipple. She commenced to moaning and shit. I moved my hips a little faster, not hard, just faster. We were making love, not fucking. Even so, our bodies began to make soft slapping sounds when my legs meet her ass. I'd gotten her nearly all the way home with my mouth. Sucking on her nipples and filling her pussy with cock did the trick. I was close too, damn close, but I held off until I heard her start panting that she was cumming. I let her cum. I knew her body would be too sensitive after that for too much more. I let go of her nipple and straightened up. My hips never stopped moving but I kept it under control. No fucking. She asked me to cum on her belly and titties. I knew when she asked it was because she wanted her folks to see it. I wasn't sure why. I do know, and I'm ashamed of, why I wanted to do it. There was part of me thought it made up, in some fashion, for the shit I've had to deal with in my life for no reason other than the color of my skin. I want her white folks to watch a black man cum all over their little white daughter. I hated myself for thinking it. There was no part of me wanted to admit to any desire to degrade the woman beneath me. I loved her. I didn't just think I loved her. I knew it. Had known it for some time now. I hated myself for thinking it and shoved the ugliness of it away as fast as I could but I had thought it. I came over her belly and chest. Some of my spunk even landed on her face. She rubbed it over her body and then opened her arms. I lay down on top of her. Our bodies were slick with sweat and cum. We kissed nice and soft like. She smiled at me. Damn, I love that girl's smile. Outside the window, Jill's folks weren't making love. Them two was fucking. --- When Jim came all over Jill's body, Ben went a little crazy. I braced myself against the wall of the house. I threw my head back, wanting to kiss my husband. Through the deck, I could see Mark looking down at me. When our eyes met, he groaned. I imagined I could hear his cum splatter on the deck but that wasn't possible. Ben was grunting too loudly for me to hear anything other than that and the sound of his body slamming into mine. On the Beach Ch. 04 Emulating the scene that had unfolded in front of us, he pulled out and came on my back. My head was still turned. His seed landed on my face and on the back of my hand where it rested on the wall. The rest fell in hot arcs across my back. I fell back into his arms and rubbed by back against his strong chest. Jim and my daughter looked at us from the bed. I looked back at them. I opened my mouth to cry but laughed instead. ------ I couldn't be entirely sure what was happening in the room. There was no keyhole to peer through. When the sounds subsided, I heard new sounds from outside, coming through Jill's window. I had to be mom and dad, unless Muriel had joined the party. I didn't want to get caught. I didn't have time for a shower. I went to my room, dressed quickly, stuffed some clothes in a bag and left. I didn't leave a note. They'd be calling soon enough. I crept back upstairs. Luck was with me. My car wasn't blocked. I thought I saw Muriel on her stoop as I drove away. On the Beach Ch. 05 If anyone is actually reading this stuff, then by now you have figured out I am slowly writing a chronicle of my life. Guess that is why it isn't exactly hot sex stuff, never was a hell of a lot of it in my world anyway. This one got hot, though, I will get to it. I write stories, all kinds, yea, published some of them. Not a pile of money in that, it fills time. I make my living inventing and selling car parts, do dang fine at that. So money was fast becoming no issue. I am 62 now, I jumped ahead and wrote some of the later in life stuff. Stories about my wife Silvi, mostly. She is one hunk of a woman and more or less fills the holes between a pile of parts I make and the world that wants to use them. The period this sequence is set in was about 20 odd years ago, my first ever actual vacation. At that point in my life I had perhaps had 5 lovers all told. Every damn time, first the gal spots me and I guess the right word is they run me down until I can't get away. 10 years in prison for manslaughter takes the edge off a man's predatory instincts. After the go around with my first wife I have to say I didn't trust women much. One thing. I am big. I mean goddamned big! Still am, although I can't roll 80 pound barbells like I did 20 years ago, I still spend 2-3 hours every day pounding the weights. My nice shock of hair has turned gray, I wear it a shade long now, the area in the front is a bit thin. People still look at me and get that frightened look in their eyes, I can't help that. Probably my big square jaw, and the ever present shorts with thighs that bulge the openings in the legs. I am almostly always in an extra large T-shirt, never have found long sleeve shirts to wear. One moment of forgetfulness and I pop the sleeves or shoulders open, just sipping a Ginger Ale. So shorts, T-shirts, way it is. One day Silvi made me go to some custom tailor shop, they cut me a suit, it did fit. I just felt caged, yanking at the collar and squirming around, miserable. She gave up after that, now I wear my shorts and T-shirt to business meetings. Everybody is used to me like that anyway, I just stay out of the way and let Silvi handle details. To this day I get up and go to the shop, check the machines, check the crew. Lost Kathy, my secretary some 5 years ago. I always knew she wanted me, never really did anything about that. Besides, Silvi would have whacked off one of my balls and fed it to me sliced and pan fried for dinner, no doubt. My new secretary is Rhonda, pretty African gal, I catch her looking at me from time to time, too. She teases me a little, I happen to know she has a mass of curly black pubic hair between her legs. Can't do anything about that, either. Damn strong woman, my Silvi. Anyways, there are some updates, on to the story. I had taken a vacation. Hell, where does anyone go on their first vacation? Hawaii, of course! So I rolled in, got settled. Two blocks off Waikiki beach, easy walk. By the 2nd day I ran into this nurse lady named Trina. I got the shit sunburned out of me, she helped me. We ended up messing up the bed pretty good, I got her number, planning to call when I got home. Never did. Then I hopped a plane to the Big Island, some lady in a little open bar started doing flashes at me, she and her guy Harry. I figured they wanted to play, they figured me for a mark. Should have taken a closer look at me. Got that sorted out, no more than back and I run into this scrawny little Oriental gal, no way my type in any way shape or form. Her name was Tonya (That ain't no Oriental name I don't think..?) Oh, well. Anyway, she had this chubby little asshole boyfriend, he liked to slap her around, then verbally abuse her. No idea why women take that shit, but Bobbie had her crying, I got in the way. One thing leads to another and then I am fucking her, and I have this flat chested 81 pound bony little thing curled up at my feet. Great. Just what I need on vacation, a pet to care for. Got to admit she was fun to fuck, tiny little thing, we could do things that would be physically impossible for most couples. Ever hold your gal friend up with both hands and just bounce her up and down on your dick, both laughing like idiots at the same time? Did that one, kick in the ass. Yea, fun stuff. Still. My vacation was getting all shot to hell, I had things I wanted to do, to see. Had me a feeling Tonya wasn't going to get in my way, though, so I let her stay. Only had 5 days left anyway, then time to go home. God knows she was trying. If I sat down, she was right there, curled up at my feet. Always touching, always looking for the slightest thing she thought I needed or wanted. Always naked. Damn, a man could live with a woman like that and it would be all right. Except she was so goddamned tiny, scrawny in fact. I was thinking about maybe feeding the hell out of her but all that would happen is her ass would grow, I was pretty sure of that. I tried to relax and enjoy it. She had been there two days, I was down to my last blade for my razor, nicked my face. She hopped up and headed out the door, going to get me some new ones. Tonya was always like that. I turned and was trying to stick some tissue on my face when I heard a shriek from around the corner by the pool. I stepped out to look, here was Bobbie, (I called him doughboy in my head) and he had Tonya by the hair, trying to drag her towards the street. I walked up and grabbed him. There was a wooden slat fence there, I lifted and flipped him over it. He thumped down kinda hard, it flashed in my mind that the last time I did something like that, the guy didn't get up and I got a 10 year stint in the Washington State pen. I checked Tonya, she had a drop of blood on her lip, that pissed me off. I walked around through the gate, the fence kept people back from some funny looking plants the hotel had growing in there. Grabbed doughboy, drug him out by the pool. He didn't really struggle, not much point, I had my hands wrapped around his arms and no way could he begin to do anything. I explained things to him, looking him right in the eyes, holding him with his feet six inches off the floor. I saw his eyes, the fear. He got it. Then I just dumped him in the pool. I walked Tonya to the little store down the street and back. I was thinking, didn't need these hassles. But someone had to do something about asshole doughboy. Tonya and I talked, I explained to her I was going home. Went into how a man has a business to run, how even though she was fun there was someone for her out there, all the usual crap. Soften her up for the fact that I was moving on. Just to make sure I mentioned that even though she was a kick in the pants in the sack, she just wasn't my type. "What type you like?" Back into that singsong way of talking again. I mentioned I liked women who were a bit taller (like about a foot but I didn't say that), nice round and soft. I actually was describing my first wife, but I didn't mention that, either. She sat and took it all in, no real change of expression. Mostly I was trying to make it clear that I was going home in just a few days. By myself. She seemed to accept it all. Her big brown eyes got soft and wet looking. "I go when you wish." I just nodded. I stretched out on the bed, dozed off. Tonya was sitting at the table, watching me, last I remember. I couldn't read the expression. I woke up maybe 2 hours later, she was gone. "For the best" I thought. I walked down to Kewalo Basin, there was a little restaurant right on the shore where the jetty starts out. Best dang burgers around, some kind of meat loaf and seasoning that I liked. Run by Chinese, It was years before I wondered about that meat. Closest I ever found since was a Goat burger once, maybe. Cheap, too, I could eat about 10 of them. I filled up pretty good, wandered out to the end of the jetty. Got soaked as a little rain storm rolled in and by. Funny place in the world, I had clouds of steam rolling off me as I walked back to the hotel. I heard voices as I got to my door. "Now what the hell?" I thought. I opened the door, Tonya was sitting on the edge of the bed, over in the chair sat this absolute vision! She was full busted, slim at the waist, wearing some kind of wrap-around almost dress that hid pretty much nothing. Dark hair and eyes as blue as the sky outside. The way she sat left one leg exposed all the way to never never land, there wasn't anything under there, I was already sure of that. I guess I stood there with my mouth hanging open. "You weren't kidding!" the woman in the chair said. "What is...?" "This is Sandra. You like?" piped in Tonya. "Yea, but.." "Your type?" "Yea, but.." "She fuck you I help." Blunt as always. "What?" I blinked. Sandra got up and walked towards me, big shit eating grin on her face. "That's what I said when Tonya described you." "What?" "Yes, 'what!'..she wasn't kidding." Her eyes looked me up and down, hands reached out and stroked my arms. Women always do that. I looked at Tonya, she had this huge happy smile on her face. I was thinking that things like this just do not happen, when Sandra dropped to her knees and started to fumble with my shorts. I just stood there, in shock. Sandra now had my mostly limp penis in her hands, then her mouth came open and I was responding, no way around that. I was thinking that Tonya had gone out and hired a hooker, and was about to protest. "Just for fun." I think she read my mind. "I have a husband back at the hotel." Husband? "Tonya, I.." "Have fun, she your type." Tonya said, with a giggle. This was some weird shit, I stood there not really knowing what to do. Sandra was making some noises now. Tonya got up, came over and untied her Sarong, slid it off. Creamy brown skin, breasts firm and high, no marks, I was lost. Her nipples were very large, the outer edges blended into the surrounding color. Except for the tiny round buttons on the tip, it was like her entire breast was nipple. No tan lines at all. I pulled her up, nuzzled her breasts. We made it to the bed, I was exploring Sandra's body when I felt Tonya's tiny mouth slide over me. All she could get in there was just the head, even that was a strain, but she was trying. I saw she had removed her bikini somewhere, I had missed that. Strange as this was, I just decided to relax and go with the flow. I buried my face in a perfect cunt, sweet as spring water, not a hair to be found anywhere. Again, no tan lines. I realized Sandra was pulling at Tonya's legs, she finally managed to get her slid over, I looked up as Sandra's mouth came down between Tonya's legs. Tonya's mouth clamped down on me at the first touch, then she was struggling to do more than take it with her mouth open. I was beginning to figure it out. I sat back and just watched. Tonya was up on top of Sandra at first, her hips swinging forwards and back as she thrust at Sandra's mouth. This was some amazing shit, never in my life had I ever seen two women go at it. I was quickly ignored in the shuffle, first Tonya on top, then Sandra. It was kinda funny because Tonya, being so tiny, had to really stretch to reach between Sandra's legs. I almost chuckled, wishing I had a camara. Just then Sandra rolled up on top, her fanny presented itself to me, knees apart. I could see Tonya lapping away, so I stepped up to the edge of the bed, placed my cock at Sandra's entrance, hesitated. I wasn't real sure at this point that I was really even in this game, but Sandra looked over her shoulder at me, smiled and pushed back. Obvious invitation. I just pressed forward, there was no resistance as I slipped into her folds. Her lips were the full blown kind, open and protruding, as I moved back and forth they wrapped around my shaft, rolling inwards and outwards with the motion. I took my time, delighting in this vision, as slow as I could go. She wasn't mashingly tight like Tonya, just easy and fluid. She was timing the motion of each stroke of her mouth on Tonya with each stroke of her hips against me. Tonya's hands were on my testicles, teasing and brushing me. Only once before had I ever had two women at once, even then, both of them were more interested in me than each other. I wasn't real sure this time which way it was, and I was beginning to not care. I had one crashing climax, the fluid leaking out with each back stroke seemed to just spur me on. I managed to stay firm enough to continue, then a 2nd longer and easier climax and I was done. They were still going at it when I came out of the bathroom. Naked, I sat in the chair and just watched as they brought each other to one orgasm after another. Then, exhausted, they rolled over, lay there curled in each other's arms. We all looked at each other. "How..?" I started to ask. Sandra told me that Tonya had simply came up to her at the bar down by the beach. They had chatted a bit, she had described me. Then she had said she needed to find "Dan's type." Instead of being insulted, Sandra had been intrigued. Then Tonya had asked to see her breasts. "And.." "I showed them to her." "In the bar?" "Yes." she giggled. Then she explained that if a man had hit on her like that, she would have rejected him, but a woman? It all just sounded nasty, different, delightful, so here she was. She looked down at my crotch, beginning to erect again at the story. She licked her lips. "Here we go again." I thought. "Your type?" Tonya smiled. "Yep!" "Mine, too!" I just laughed and climbed on the bed. Later, I showed Sandra how I could hold Tonya by her waist and bounce her up and down, the only thing touching was our loins and my hands. Then Tonya stuck her legs straight up, at what seemed to be an impossible angle, as Sandra kneeled between her legs, long licking stroke over each of us in time to the movement. She started right between my balls, licking her spread tongue upwards, the full length of my shaft. Then on over Tonya. Amazing stuff. I was thinking I could pass on going to look at sunken ships out in the harbor. Tonya's type, huh? Problem solved. On the Beach Ch. 05 Murphy had held herself in check while she was out in public with Bill but now she let it go. She was beyond furious. She was raging mad and ready to kill somebody or something. The only thing that kept her from charging into the club and cutting off The General's balls was the fact that Bill was there to calm her down. "That son-of-a-bitch of a little dicked bastard of a whoremongering asshole!" spat out of her mouth and a sofa pillow hit the glass doors leading to the balcony. "I'll fucking kill him!" Murphy's words and physical anger did not abate the hurt that she felt. She had experienced a lot of things in her life and she thought that she had come through them all with some sense of strength. This one, this infidelity, this betrayal, was the last straw. "That's it! No more! I'm through with him and his drinking and whoring and treating me like a nobody! I'm through, I'm through, I'm through! I'll get half of his retirement. He'll have to go to work again if he wants to traipse around the country screwing whores and playing golf. I'll get the son-of-a-bitch!" The last diatribe ended in a sobbing howl as Murphy burst into tears and fell onto her knees in front of the sofa. She buried her face in the seat cushion and wailed. The tears ran down her face and mixed with the snot flowing from her nose. Her throat hurt from her hiccupping as she cried and cried harder than she had ever done before in her life. It was almost seven o'clock before Bill awoke from his nap. He had taken a shower and decided to lie down for a few minutes but the sound of the ocean's gentle surf and the afternoon beers soon lulled him to sleep. Sitting up, he was at first upset because he had slept so long but he quickly reminded himself that he was on vacation and he had no real schedule. Standing over the toilet he relived the touches and the kisses he had enjoyed with Murphy that afternoon. He had already masturbated to them in the shower but he felt his erection returning when he shook the drops off of the end of his cock. "Not now," he said aloud and tucked himself back into his briefs. A sandwich, a glass of milk, and some chips satisfied his hunger before he sat back to watch the cable news. He wished he had bought a newspaper but finally decided he really didn't want to know what was going on in the world and turned off the TV. "If we are attacked someone will tell me or I'll see the smoke," he laughed and went to sit on the balcony with his feet up on the railing. "I wonder how Murphy is doing with her wandering husband," he thought. "I wonder if the jerk is back yet?" He decided to drive to the shopping center and buy that jock strap that he needed and to get some wine and more beer. He was not a wine drinker but in the back of his mind he had thoughts of possibly getting lucky at some time this week and having wine in the condo would be a good idea. Donning a clean pair of shorts and slipping on a polo shirt for his shopping excursion he drove to the shopping center and parked the car near the entrance. He wasn't in the supermarket five minutes when someone bumped into him with a cart. Turning around he found himself looking into the laughing eyes of Missy, the lifeguard. "Hi, Mr. Hughes," she said laughing. "Sorry I didn't see you." "Yeah, I'm sure you didn't!" Bill replied with a sarcastic smile. "I didn't see you on the beach this afternoon," she continued. "I watched so nobody would sit in your chair." "Thanks. I hope you don't drive like you push a cart." "I don't have a car here. Do you?" she asked. "I'm feeling better since my period stopped this morning so I'm thinking of going to one of the Shag clubs. Do you want to come?" Bill was taken aback by her brazenness and the thought about whether or not she was 21 crossed his mind. It was tempting but Bill was not sure he wanted to get involved with her. "No thanks, not tonight. Maybe another night, I'm expecting a call," he lied. Missy took his negative response in stride. "OK. If you change your mind you can call my cell. Here's my number. See you around the beach! Bye," she said lightly, handing him a business type card and pushing her cart away down the aisle. The card had a Teddy Bear image in the upper two corners and simply read "Missy" and her telephone number. Bill stuffed the card into his wallet and shook his head as he continued shopping. He wondered about the youngsters these days and if there were any virgins left in the world. When he passed the condom display he decided to pick up a dozen. "You never know," he thought. On the Beach Ch. 05 Bill goes looking for escape and sexual relief. The sex is MM so I have elected to post it to the "Gay Male" category. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his assistance with editing. Any remaining mistakes are ones I snuck past him. ------------ The place is deserted. The building is new, rebuilt after the last major storm. Building on a sandbar in the Atlantic gives lie to the idea of permanence, at least as it pertains to the works of man. My cruising experience is limited. I was rarely on the Outer Banks without my family. Opportunities for alone time were rare. On occasion, unable to deal with my frustrations, I had been able to get away for an hour or so. On those occasion, this toilet was far enough from our rental house that there was little chance of inadvertently running into someone I knew. The few times I had been there I had left reasonably satisfied. I'm a little worried that with a new building there will be increased security. There are faggots like me everywhere, if you know where to look. The faggots will still be around but if the cops were keeping an eye on the place they will have moved on to greener, and safer, pastures. That will piss me off, since this was the only cruising spot I know of in the area. In isn't that cruising in the Outer Banks, OBX in bumper sticker parlance, is harder than anywhere else. In fact, the opportunities for a casual blow-job might even be higher here. In the South, even the "New" South, the closet remains deep and vast. There are plenty of us in it. Besides increased security, I'm worried that it's the wrong time of day. The blow-and-go lunch crowd will have come and gone. Pun intended. I wipe the toilet seat and sit down with my shorts around my ankles. Every sound, even my breathing, is amplified in the empty cinder block room. The sounds rattle and echo, looking for an exit. The new construction includes a stainless steel partition between the two toilet stalls. The convenience of a glory hole is no longer an option. The action, if I find any, will be down low, on the floor. Fine by me. It fits my mood. I stroke my cock enough to get it hard. My musk, bordering on simple stink, reaches my nose. I haven't showered in over a day. I look at my chest. My sweat has washed away most, but not all, of the dried jizz from this morning. I sit. I think. I remember. Occasionally, I stroke. I'm not trying to cum. A few dudes drop in. They piss and leave. I'm sitting in the far stall. They're in and out, clearly here for the primary purpose for which this place has been constructed. I don't bother to bend down to the level of my ankles to check them out. All I would be able to see would be ankles and lower legs anyway. There's no door. The entrance is a cinder block switchback affair. It would be easy to get caught. I imagine calling my parents. I'd make it as brutal as possible. "Mom? Yeah, I'm fine. I got busted sucking off a stranger's cock down at the beach. I need bail." I'm enjoying the mental image of the aftermath of that call when I heard footsteps approaching. Someone opens the other stall and enters. I listen to the sounds of the standard approach to a public toilet unfold. First, the clatter of the dropping seat, almost certainly brought down with a foot, the sound of toilet paper unrolling and being ripped away, silence as the seat is wiped and then the sudden roar of the flush. In the ensuing stillness, my companion sits. A pair of nondescript black basketball shorts hide his feet and the equally nondescript sandals. Only shorts, no underwear, cover the sandals. That's a good sign. The legs don't look too old, not trollishly old anyway. The hair is still dark and plentiful. I hear only silence. No straining. No whiz of piss on porcelain. No splash. No farts. Silence. I start stroking my cock again. Fingers rub along the bottom of the partition. Hmm, my companion is both bold and impatient. I bend and peek under the partition. He leans back. I can see that his cock is hard and that his hairy stomach is flat but that's it. He is leaning back too far on the toilet for me to see his face, not without actually sticking my head under the wall. Fine. Anonymity is why most dudes come here. What I can see of his body looks fine. His cock looks more than fine. I put my hand under the wall and beckon. Nothing. His fingers appear, hooked and gesturing, telling me, "No, you come to me." That's fine, also. I slide off the toilet and kneel on the floor. I sit back on my heels and scoot forward so that my knees, thighs, and cock are under the partition. His mouth falls over my cock almost immediately. He deep-throats my cock, holds it in his mouth, and then slowly pulls back as his tongue wraps around my shaft. His hand joins his mouth. He holds my cock, slides my foreskin forward, pulling it over the tip of his tongue. He circles the crown, his tongue is trapped between the crown and my foreskin. He's bold, desperate, or both. He begins to suck and stroke my cock like a madman. That's also fine. I'm not here for bonding. I want to suck or be sucked, fuck or be fucked, or all of the above. He moves faster. I don't give him a warning. I fill his mouth with my cum. He takes it, sucking softly now and moving his hand slowly, milking my twitching cock. When I pull away, there isn't a drop of cum on the floor. I sit back on my heels, waiting. It's my turn. Instead of sliding under the stall, the dude next door stands up, grabs his shorts, and pulls them up. I hear the door open. Fuck. I want to suck him off. I want to taste a man's hot cum on my tongue, let him cream on my face, let him fuck me. Goddamn it. I have needs, too. What the fuck?! He doesn't leave. He stands in front of the post between the stall doors. His knuckles rap quietly on my door. My mood lightens. There's still hope. I stand up and, doing the old pants-around-the-ankles shuffle, open the door. Standing there, face impassive as stone, stands my father. -------- There has been plenty of incestuous overtones in the previous chapters. I couldn't put this in the "Incest" category without giving away the twist, such as it is, of the ending. The action is male-male, so I don't feel the "Gay Male" category is inappropriate. If anyone was shocked or offended by the incest and feels the story was categorized incorrectly, my apologies. Turbidus On the Beach Ch. 06 I have to say that my two weeks in Hawaii sure as hell didn't go the way I planned them. Never did get out to see those big ships sunk in the harbor. I did make it to the zoo down on the end of the main drag, and had a couple of different experiences on the Big Island. The go-around with Tonya and Sandra was fun, still. All I really got out of the trip was lots of sex and a sore dick. I swear If I had used my cock one more time the thing was going to get blisters, it actually was sore by the time I had to grab my suitcase and head for the airport. I hugged the ladies as I readied to climb into the cab. Last I saw of Tonya and Sandra they were holding hands headed back to the hotel. All the cab drivers in Hawaii think they are A.J Foyt, all one can do is close the eyes and hang on. I was braced. I tried a wisecrack on the cabbie, the main drag going through Waikiki is called Kalakauwa blvd (think I spelled that right, been 20 years). The little Chinese driver looks at me, I popped up with "Corner of Cockalikki and Pokanooki"... He just looked at me blank, hell, I thought it was funny. "Airport." I settled back. The fun began when we got to the airport. My 1:30 flight was long gone, seems I hadn't reset my watch, something about daylight savings time and all of that. Fuck! My first class seat, nice and wide and soft, gone. The next flight had just one coach seat left, I took it, knowing it was going to be misery. Nightime flight to make it worse. Fuck! I finally boarded, I was firmly planted in my aisle seat, praying to the Gods that some skinny little person would sit next to me. My shoulders hang out into the aisle, and over the edge into the seat next to me. The one other time I was on a coach flight the Stewardess had to turn to sqeeze by me each time, this with me twisted around to make as much room as possible. I remember that well, I still think she was enjoying rubbing her ass on me. I was thinking of all this when, "Excuse me, I think this is my seat." I looked up, here was this about 60 year old lady, white hair, ass the size of Texas of course. Just....fuck! No way could I sit in the goddamned window seat with her next to me. She realized, said she would take the window if I preferred. I got up and let her in, sat back down. She smiled at me, says, "We will make the best of it, honey." Reached over and patted my bare leg. Honey? Yep...just fuck! The divider was biting into my ass, the other passengers were streaming by, each one of them dragging suitcases the size of freightliners, I was getting cranky. One jerk banged me about 3 times, I finally told him these fucking airplanes DO have baggage compartments. He turned to me with a mean look on his face, realized what he was looking at and turned away, muttering an apology. I am big, damned big. Just think of a size 50 jacket that doesn't have room in the sleeves for my arms. "I'm Connie." The old lady next to me said. Great. We chat for the next 3000 miles. "Dan." "You lift weights?" No shit. "Yea." "We can put up the divider, that will give us a bit more room." I was thinking the same thing, her ass was as big as my shoulders, but I also didn't know if I liked the idea of her ass planted against my hip for hours on end. I put it up, the mass around her hip settled and folded snug up against me. Just swell. Somehow the pilot got the damned thing off the ground, it popped in my head that maybe it wouldn't, I snickered to myself at that one. We were about an hour into the flight, my butt was starting to sweat from the furnace of Connie's fanny crammed against me. She was on her 2nd Vodka and something, I was drinking Tomato juice since they didn't have any Ginger Ale. She kept trying to talk, I kept trying not to. Then they lowered the lights since it was a night flight, Connie finally shut up and dozed off. I listened with gratitude to the soft snores, tipped my seat back all 2 inches it would go and dozed myself. I remember dreaming about Sandra and Tonya, a good one, we were fucking like Minks. I woke up. Realizing I had a major boner, I didn't want to upset the old lady next to me, so i tried to drape my arm over my crotch. Then it hit me. Her arm had flopped over, the back of her hand lay across my crotch and was touching my cock through my shorts! I looked sideways at her, her head was back, her mouth open, she seemed to be asleep. Hell, If I moved her hand, she might wake up. If I didn't move her hand, sure as hell the Stewardess would come down the line and realize. Just then Connie moved a little, her arm went down and back, pressed harder. Here I sat in confusion, a white haired 60 year old lady rubbing the back of her hand on my cock, and I have a goddamned boner that threatens to bust the seams! I just sat there, she kept on moving her hand in little fits and starts. She was pushing against me firmly enough that if she kept it up, I was going to cream my shorts. No idea what to do, no idea at all. Just then the Stewardess came down the line handing out blankets, she didn't seem to even notice. Thankful for that, I spread the blanket over us. The damn rubbing continued. I sneaked another sidelong look at Connie, she still seemed to be asleep. I tried to poke her hand off me, she just put it right back. Then I felt her hand turn, begin to fiddle with the snap on my shorts. She wasn't asleep! "What the hell are you doing?" I whispered. "Shhhhh." she smiled at me. "Lady, I..." "Shhhh...!" Now she had the end of my cock free, wrapped her hand firmly around it, began to stroke. I tried to squirm, looked around, no one was noticing. I was being molested by a white haired 60 year old lady on a goddamned airplane! "LADY..!" "Shhhh..you looked all tensed up, let me help..." I looked at her, she had turned slightly, her right hand reached across under the blanket and grabbed me. She began to pump me, lord help me, I was solid as a rock. I kept waiting for someone to notice, say something. No one did. Connie kept on with her stroking, I couldn't stop it. In short order I blew. She was ready with a little towel she got from somewhere, finished me off, wiped me clean. Then she sat back in her seat, a satisfied smile on her face. I did my best to not even look at her, if the lights had been up everyone would have seen my face was red as a beet. The rest of the trip was uneventful, except when the Stewardess came down the line to collect the blankets, she gave me a knowing look with a twinkle in her eye. Rubbed her ass on my shoulder as she squeezed by. I just turned pink again. The plane landed, I saw Connie again as I stepped outside to flag a taxi. She walked up to me with a smile. "Enjoy your flight?" "Uhhh..." She pressed a card into my hand. "Call me sometime, I would love to suck that." Huge grin, then she was gone. I looked at the card, stuck it in my pocket. Good grief. I was glad to be home. On the Beach Ch. 06 The side of Murphy's face was hurting. She opened her eyes and realized that it was getting dark. Her legs were cramped and her cheek hurt where it had been pressed against the raised edge of the sofa cushion. Using the sofa for support, she pushed herself up from the floor, stretched and made out the numbers 8:36 on the VCR clock. The door to the bedroom was open and she could see that Robert had not yet made an appearance. With a bursting bladder, Murphy walked stiff-legged into the bedroom shedding her top on the way. Making it into the bathroom she undid the snaps and zipper and swiveling her hips she got the tight pants down over her thighs just as her ass hit the toilet seat and her stream of pee hit the water. Pulling her pants off, she finished undressing while sitting on the toilet. She must have sat there for five or so minutes with her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. Her thoughts were filled with hate and despair as she relived the last few hours of what she considered to be the ultimate betrayal. Wiping herself with a pad of paper she repeated her newfound mantra, "That son-of-a-bitch of a little dicked bastard of a whoremongering asshole! I'll get him for this!" A hot shower and a cool rinse after she washed her hair had Murphy Browne feeling alive again. Wearing her cotton robe she sat on her balcony eating a slice of cold meat and cheese sans bread and drinking red wine out of the bottle. She studied her bare feet resting on the railing and wondered if anyone could see her nakedness under the robe she was wearing. Deciding that she was too far up and away from anyone to worry about that she took another swallow of wine and sat up to scan the beach. Night was falling and she was not going to just sit on her balcony and feel sorry for herself. Uncomfortable as it was, her nap had left her feeling wide-awake and ready to do something. She considered calling Bill but decided not to get involved while she was feeling betrayed. Throwing her robe on the bed, she chose a little cotton sundress, donned her bra and panties and slipped the dress down over her head. Spotting her low-heeled sandals on the living room floor she zipped up the back of her dress while keeping her balance as she slipped her feet into her shoes. Heading towards the door to the hall, Murphy stopped and applied her lipstick in the hall mirror by the door. Grabbing a sweater out of the closet as she passed by, she swung it over her shoulders and tied the arms together in front of her. It was almost 9 o'clock and the sun had set. Bill Hughes sat on his balcony overlooking the Atlantic Ocean watching the rolling waves and listening to the soothing sounds of the surf. The beach was nearly empty except for some couples walking hand in hand skirting the edge of the water lapping on the sand. The plastic chair was starting to feel hard under his butt and the feeling prompted him to decide to take a walk. He found his mocs where he had kicked them under the bed and rode the elevator down to the parking deck. There were a few kids playing in the pool as he passed through and out onto the boardwalk across the sand dune and onto the soft sand of the beach. Once out on the beach he turned and looked back towards the condo building and counting the floors he found his balcony. Murphy's condo above his was in darkness and he again wondered if her husband had come back from the strip club. "They may already have left and are on their way back to Virginia," he thought. "On second thought she may have killed him and left his dead body in the condo," he laughed and turned back towards the ocean. After only a few steps in the sand he realized that the mocs were a bad idea. He considered taking them back up to the condo or even leaving them next to a fence post but decided against both ideas. Instead he tied them together with their rawhide laces and looped them over his shoulder. Halfway between the soft sand and the high water mark, someone was sitting on an aluminum beach chair out in front of the dune. He glanced down as he passed by and than looked again. It was hard to tell in the near darkness but it looked like Murphy sitting there with a sweater draped over her shoulders and the arms tied together in front of her. "Murphy?" he asked. The woman's shoulders jerked in surprise and she turned towards him. "Oh! It's you!" she said with relief. "I thought it was Robert." "Is he back?" Bill asked. "No, not yet. I just woke up. I fell asleep on the sofa." Murphy didn't bother to tell him that she had cried herself to sleep and awoke still sitting on the floor with her face mashed against the cushion. "I got tired of sitting up there waiting for him. The longer I sat the madder I got. I actually took a taxi back down to the strip club but my truck was gone. I was going to take it and leave his sorry ass there without it. I don't know where he is and I'm not sure I really even care. For all I know he's in some motel fucking some whore!" Bill was stunned by her language and said nothing in reply. Standing up, she faced him. Her eyes looked like she had been crying but it was hard to tell in the dim light. "I'm going for a walk would you like to join me," Bill asked. "Why not?" she replied. "Maybe it will do me good to talk to someone besides myself." "Do you want me to carry your chair for you?" he asked. "It's not my chair it was left there by someone else." Bill headed straight across the beach to the hard packed sand where the walking is easier at the water's edge "Which way?" he asked. "This way," Murphy replied and started walking south. Bill followed a step behind her and admired her legs showing beneath the cotton sundress she was wearing. The sweater blocked his view of her back but he had already seen the square neckline when she was sitting on the beach chair. Catching up and walking alongside of each other, they skirted the water as it gently swirled ashore. One particularly heavy surge surprised Murphy and she bumped into Bill while trying to avoid it. Clutching his arm for balance she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to knock you over." "It's OK. I'll bump hips with you anytime you want," he replied with a grin. "Careful what you wish for," she smiled back and sliding her hand down his arm she took and held his hand as they continued their walk. They were silent, each lost in their own thoughts, for a few minutes. Bill finally broke the silence. "What are you going to do," he tentatively asked. "I don't know," she replied without looking at him. "I'm so goddamn mad I can't think straight and I don't want to do anything I'll be sorry for later." "Are you going to spend the rest of the week here?" he queried. "I don't know, damn it! I don't know anything and that pisses me off! I'm used to knowing what I am doing." Trying to lighten the mood Bill asked, "What does the 'First Sgt' mean on your license plate?" "That's a military joke," she laughed. "Robert may have been a General but everyone knows that the First Sergeants are the one who run the military." "That's funny," he responded. "Let him think he is the boss but you hold all of the power." "Not today I don't!" she spit. "But I'm going to take it back so help me!" Murphy stopped. "These damn shoes keep getting sand in them and they hurt my feet. Stand still for a minute." Balancing herself on his shoulder, she reached down and removed her sandals. She bent over from the waist and waited until another wave came in so she could rinse the sand off of them before standing back up. "Oh my god! Look at that!" she exclaimed looking back towards the way that they had come. Bill turned and following her direction he realized that a big, yellow full moon was just clearing the horizon over the ocean behind them. "That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!" she exclaimed. She stepped back a bit and found herself pressed against him. Taking his hands in hers, she held them against her belly with her shoes dangling in front of her and they stood there gazing at the sight. All was quiet except for the sounds of the surf and Bill found himself lulled into her mood. He could smell the scent of her soft hair just below his chin and he gently pressed his palms flat against her soft belly. Murphy tilted her head to the side and looked up at him. Bill felt her move and he looked down at her with their faces only inches apart. Tilting her face and closing her eyes, Murphy offered her lips. "Kiss me!" she quietly demanded. Bill lowered his head until their lips touched and he again felt that surge of excitement as the softest lips he had ever kissed merged with his. Murphy was lost in the moment and she was hungry for more. Parting her lips she extended the tip of her tongue and found Bill's waiting for it. They gently caressed each other's tongues and moved their lips against each other. Murphy felt a little twinge in her groin that told her that things were happening down there. She pursed her lips and sucking Bill's tongue into her mouth she moved his hands up to her breasts and cupped his fingers around them. Releasing his hands she lifted her left arm and pulled on the back of his head to intensify the kiss. Her right hand reached behind here and grasping his shorts, she pulled herself back against his body. She could feel his erection growing against her ass and she wriggled gently against it. Bill's hands were busy untying the arms of her sweater from over her breasts and he moved his right hand up over her chest and slid it down inside of her bra and cupped her breast. Her nipple was already engorged and she felt another, stronger, twinge in her groin when he softly pulled on it and carefully rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Hunching her shoulder, she pushed her breast firmly into his caress and moaned into his mouth. Murphy felt Bill's left hand leave her breast and move down over her belly until it rested on the fabric covering her mound. She thrust her hips forward and taking the hint, he rubbed his flattened fingers against her. Murphy's twinge was now almost an ache as her body responded to the touches of a man after so long without them. She could feel her juices forming around her pussy lips and she could sense their enlargement as a result of his caresses. Panting heavily, she broke the kiss and opening her eyes she looked up at him before back towards the moon and tilting her head to offer her neck to him. Bill took the hint and gently caressed her neck with his lips and tongue causing her to almost swoon with pleasure. A fleeting thought of Robert and her marriage and what she was doing with another man crossed her mind but it was quickly replaced by the thrill of the hands caressing her aroused body. Bill stopped kissing her neck and she felt him shift as he looked up and down the beach. Seeing no one in sight, he removed his hands from her breast and her pussy and bending his knees he quickly placed both hands on her bare legs and simultaneously moved them up her thighs to her hips. Murphy was now panting with anticipation and she spread her legs slightly to accommodate what she knew and hoped was coming. Bill's left hand easily slipped up the front of her body under the loose waistline of the dress then it slid back down and wormed its way under the elastic waistband of her panties. His right hand found her nearly bare ass cheeks and his fingers examined her T-back panties where they nestled between them. They stood with Murphy sideways to Bill and their mouths moving against each other's in a slobbering, sloppy, tongue swirling kiss. The sound of a child's voice broke the mood. "Look daddy, they're kissing," the voice said. "S'hhh! Don't look!" Come on, let's go this way," ordered a male voice. Bill had yanked his hands out from under Murphy's dress when he first heard the voice. They stood looking at each other for a moment before he reached out to pull her back to him. She took a half step forward and then stopped. Shaking her head she looked into his eyes illuminated by the bright moon. "I can't do this! I'm sorry! I have to go!" Turning back towards the condo building, Murphy almost ran up the beach. Bill let her go and watched her go towards their building as he slowly followed her to make sure she was safe. On the Beach Ch. 06 Wherein, we discover how Bill's father came to be in the next stall. Yes, there is gay male sex and incest. Considered yourself forewarned. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. ***** "I'll go with you." "No," I snapped and instantly regretted it. Arguing would only delay me. "No, sweetheart. You stay here. I'm sure he's fine. Don't keep calling his cell phone though. He'll call when he's ready. Bugging him will only piss him off. He needs a little space that's all." Muriel nodded. I couldn't read her expression. The woman was as good a poker player as she was a martini mixer. "He's right, Meg." She took my wife by the elbow. "Come sit down. I'll make us some tea." The others sat, looking uncertain. Jill raised her head. "Maybe we should just let him be. You said he needs time to think. Let him think. Bill's not stupid. He'll call or be back when he's ready." I nodded. I agreed with her. "He's not stupid. I'm just going to take a quick cruise past the bars, make sure he doesn't get in trouble trying to pass a fake I.D." It was a lame excuse. I avoided Muriel's eyes. Everyone else was too upset to give it much thought. "I'll be back in less than an hour or I'll call," I reassured everyone. I gave Meg a quick kiss and left. I had a good idea where he might be headed. I knew the spot, not well, but I knew it. I'd been there a few times, when the boys were much younger. I never acted on my obsessions; I only watched. I felt bad enough about doing that. After the threesome with Muriel, I thought I would tell Meg about my desires. I had held those desires in check for almost as long as I had had desires. I loved Meg. I loved fucking women. I wasn't trying to "pass" as straight. People still claim that there is no such thing as a bi man, that a bi man is actually gay but afraid to admit it. Bullshit. I love sex with women. I just can't stop thinking about sex with men. As my suspicions grew about Bill's sexuality, it became even harder to bring up the subject. After all these years, what would Meg say if I suddenly told her, "Honey, I'm bi and I'd like us to have a threesome with another guy. Oh, and maybe I should talk to Bill. I think he's gay." Then the shit hit the fan last night and this morning. Meg, of course, was beating herself up over the fact she'd been peering through a window, watching our daughter make love to Jim while Bill was "running away". Bill didn't live with us any longer. He didn't have to run away. He was free to come and go as he wished. That's not to say I didn't suspect he was confused and upset. I suspect Meg's guilt has as much to do with how much she enjoyed watching the 'Jill and Jim Show' as it does with feeling she's neglected Bill. In fact, I wondered if some of her guilt might not be because she's a tad bit jealous of her daughter. I sure as hell enjoyed the show. Jim had a beautiful cock. Seeing it brought all those repressed desires roaring to life. I had nearly convinced myself to stop worrying about how, sometimes when I made love to Meg, I thought about Jim and his hard body. I would wonder what his cock looked like. How big was it? Cut or not? Thick? How dark? I would imagine it in Meg's pussy or mouth or ass, or my own and then I would cum. How was I to deal with this new casual nudity? I loved it, loved seeing Jim's cock, but I loved it too much. I loved seeing it hard even more. I loved watching him cum even more than seeing it hard. My fear was I loved it too much. I'm not in love with the guy, not like Bill. No, I'm not in love with the man, only his cock. I wondered what to do about my son? And about the fact I lusted after the man he's in love with? That his sister is love with? I wondered what to do about the fact that I can't purge the image of how fantastic his cum looked. Would I be able to resist the urge to gobble it up, it being either the cock or the cum, if I found myself in the same room? I intended to talk to Bill, without any idea of what I would say. I intended to tell him I understand, at least partly, what he was dealing with, but that was nothing more than foolish arrogance. I recognized his car in the public parking lot. The lifeguard station was unoccupied. The beach was fairly quiet for a hot July afternoon. There were plenty of people but it wasn't one of those days when you would have to weave your way through blankets, coolers and umbrellas just to reach the surf. There was always a slump between the 4th of July crowd and the squeeze-in-a-week-before-the-kids-are-back-in-school crowd. That's why we come at this time of the summer. It's as quiet as you could hope for without coming on the off season. I saw feet under the far stall. As I walked toward the stalls a new, monstrous, idea bloomed. It was stupid, vile, impossible. I couldn't shake it. I went into the stall. I tipped the seat with my right foot. The clatter of the seat falling down made me jump. What was I doing? I should leave, now before he saw me. I wiped the seat off, telling myself again to go, to get the fuck out of there. I pushed my shorts down and sat. My dick was already hard. I was a freak, worse than gay, worse than bi. A freak. I leaned forward, intending to pull up my shorts and flee. Instead, I ran my fingers along the bottom of the stall. I'd seen that gesture before, as I had stood, jerking off, telling myself it wasn't cheating if all I did was watch. I knew what the gesture signaled. As I pulled my hand away, I knew, absolutely knew that I had been wrong. That the person in the next stall wasn't Bill but a cop. I'd be arrested. That would be one way to break the news to my wife and family. I was so certain, so sure, I was about to be arrested that when the person in the next stall slid off the toilet to take a peek under the wall I just sat there for a second, waiting to see the flash of a badge. At the last moment, I leaned back, pressing my head against the cold concrete. I was once again sure it was Bill; the cop paranoia was nothing more than a manifestation of my guilt. If Bill put his head completely under the stall and into mine, he'd see me. He didn't push that far. His fingers appeared, motioning for me to present my cock. I should leave. No, I should let him do what he wanted. I did neither. I did what I wanted. When his legs and cock slid under the wall I forfeited my last chance. I was lost, lost in the beauty of his cock. My own cock began to ache. I slipped to my knees, bent and took my son's cock in my mouth. His cock wasn't that large. This was only the second time in my life sucking a cock. The first was the summer before college, before I met Meg. My buddy and I were celebrating. He'd turned eighteen. I'd beat him to that lofty pinnacle by a six weeks. Jeb, my buddy, was leaving in a few days for Parris Island. I'd be spending the last few weeks of summer before college on my own. We used his fake ID to buy a bottle of Southern Comfort. We started with mostly Coke and a half-inch, or so, of Southern Comfort. We drank a little bit of it, then added more Southern Comfort. I don't believe we added any more Coke to the glasses that night. Before too long it was straight Southern Comfort. I slowed down before he did. I took a sip and nearly puked. Jeb kept at it. We had been up at his old man's hunting cabin. He retrieved a stack of porn mags, straight porn mags, he'd hidden in the rafters. He damn near broke his neck falling off the wobbly table, but he did it. We divvied up the stack and started sharing the best bits with each other. I honestly don't recall who pulled out their dick first. It may have been me. I don't know. I'm pretty sure, whoever it was, we told ourselves all we were going to do was jerk off. I do know Jeb touched me first. I didn't pretend to try to make him stop. I'd been imagining this, even before Jenesse had given me my first hand-job. I returned the favor. I rubbed the wetness my fingers found over the head of his dick. When I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth, he didn't say a word. He laid back against the ratty old sofa and stretched out. When he came, I almost shot my wad. I sucked on his softening cock for as long as he would let me. I leaned back. He blew me. I came in his mouth and then passed out, sitting with my jeans and underwear around my ankles and my dick cooling off in the breeze. When I woke up, Jeb was still out. I looked at his cock. It was half hard. My dick was totally hard. I leaned over him and gobbled up his cock. He stirred, mumbled, and seemed to fall back asleep. His cock was awake. That's all I cared about. It took longer that time. When his cock began spraying the roof of my mouth, I savored every drop. He didn't move but I noticed as I rose from the sofa that the soft whistling snores had stopped. I went to bathroom and made plenty of noise pissing and made more noise as I got the old camp stove going. I needed coffee. When Jeb got up, he walked past me without saying a word, went into the bathroom and pissed forever. By the time he came back the coffee was ready. I handed him a cup. He took a sip and grimaced. After about half a cup, he grinned, said he'd never been that hammered before, and asked me if I remembered anything after we opened the bottle of Southern Comfort. I shook my head and told him I couldn't remember a damn thing either. We picked up the porn mags and Jeb stashed them back in the rafters. I steadied him, my hands on the backs of his thighs. That was the last time I touched him. I saw Jeb a few more times. He stopped calling when he was home on leave. He died in the first Gulf War. He wasn't even granted a warrior's death. A Hummer he was a passenger in flipped on some fucking stupid road in fucking stupid Kuwait. He left a widow but no kids, or so my mother had told me. Until that moment in the public toilet, Jeb's was the only cock I'd sucked. I'd watched at times but that was all. I'd been faithful to my wife. Muriel had been Meg's idea, not that I fought it. I was cheating on my wife. I was cheating on her with another man. A man who happened to be my son. Jeb had been circumcised. Bill wasn't. His foreskin fascinated me. I followed a large vein that coursed from his shaft onto his foreskin. I used my lips to tug at it. His crotch smelled of cum and sweat. I loved it. I kept my nose in his pubic hair and his cock in my throat as much as I could, only pulling back when the desire to play with his foreskin grew over-powering. He didn't make a sound when he came. He hadn't been moving. I wanted to tell him to fuck my mouth but he'd recognize my voice. His cum tasted as good as I remembered. The only cum I'd tasted since the night at the hunting cabin was my own, fresh from Meg's still quivering cunt. I would lapped and sucked at her pussy, pretending I was tasting the aftermath of her fucking some hot stud that I, unknown to my wife, was myself dying to suck. As I swallowed my son's load, I pictured Jim between Bill's mother's legs, fucking her. Jill was sitting on her mother's face. Jim's ass cheeks clenched as he filled Meg's pussy. When he was done, he moved to lay beside her, rubbing Jill's side. I couldn't see Meg's face because she had it pressed into Jill's pussy but I could see Meg's pussy. It was stretched wide and Jim's cum was running out of it, racing toward her asshole. It would never make it. My mouth and tongue would intercept it. Jim would be the first guy since our marriage to fuck my wife and he and my daughter and my son would watch me clean his jizz out of her pussy. The vision was as clear as it was fleeting. Bill took his cock out of my mouth and the enormity of what I had done exploded in my mind. I jerked my pants up and started to run. As I pushed the door open I paused. What the fuck was I doing? My son, sat on the cold floor, abandoned. A few hours ago he had confessed his love for his best friend, a man who was in love with his sister, my daughter. What was worse? Being abandoned, yet again, this time by a stranger? Or realizing your father had just sucked your dick? I know what most people would say. But all I could see in my mind's eye, was my son sitting alone, on a bare concrete floor, in a fucking public toilet. I knocked on the door. ------ When he opened the door he looked confused. Then his face blanched and he staggered against the wall. I reached out and steadied him. I didn't want to do more than that. I wasn't sure if he was going to punch me, run, or cuss me. Whatever choice he made, I would make sure he knew I supported it, even if he told me he never wanted me near him again. That would break my heart but if that's what Bill needed, that's what I would do. He fell into my arms and began to cry. I helped him get his pants up. He got control of himself. I stepped outside while he splashed water on his face. When he came out he seemed calm. I walked to a picnic table that was in the shade and sat down. He followed me. "Why did you do that?" His voice, when he spoke, was level and firm. His eyes held mine. "I don't honestly know," I replied, not looking away. "This may seem an asinine thing to worry about at this point but I need you to know, and to believe, that I've never cheated on your mother. Not physically. I've had fantasies. I've watched gay and bi porn. I've watched guys right here." I nodded toward the building behind him, "but I've never physically touched another person." I shook my head and looked at my hands for a moment before looking up. "Except Muriel." I held up a hand as Bill's mouth opened. "That was your mother's and Muriel's idea, not mine." He stared at me for a moment and then closed his mouth. The sound of the ocean, gulls, and beach-goers seemed very far away. It was like listening to a TV playing in another room through a closed door. The sounds were there but were not connected to anything that mattered, not to us, not at this moment. "Fine," he said after a long pause. "I believe you. Mom's tough. She can take care of herself." His eyes found mine again. "But you didn't answer my question. Why did you do that? Did you know it was me?" "Yes. I don't know why. I went looking for you thinking, stupidly probably, that it might help if I told you I knew what you were feeling, in some ways at least. I'm luckier than you. The world was much harder on gays when I was your age but I was as much into girls as I was into guys. I simply pushed that part of myself into a deep corner of my mind and went about the business of falling in love and raising a family." I looked at my son. His face was calm. "I know you yelled that you were gay, not bi. Are you bi? It never seemed to me you were very interested in the girls you dated but I suppose that could mean nothing more than you didn't find them very interesting for other reasons." Bill's attention became focused on a pair of initials gouged into the top of the picnic table. His eyes followed his right index finger as it traced the letters over and over. When he spoke, his voice was soft but steady. He spoke slowly, but then again he always had. He viewed it as a personal failing if he had to repeat or explain something he'd said. "I've had sex twice with girls. I mean with two different girls. I had sex more than once with each of them." He shrugged his shoulders and finally looked at me again. "It wasn't terrible. I didn't hate it but it wasn't something I fantasized about. I did it more because it was expected than because of desire." His mouth twitched into a half smile. "Not that there wasn't some element of desire. Sex with a girl may not be what I prefer but it beats my hand." "What about guys? You don't have to answer if you prefer not to. I don't mean details. Have you had a serious relationship with a guy?" He shook his head. "Nope. Nada. Jim is the first I felt strongly enough about to even consider opening up to. I've had occasional hook-ups but that's a pain in the ass. I stayed away from home. I never met anyone closer that Elizabeth City. That, the inevitable disappointment and the inherent risks, kept those excursions to a minimum. I don't do the bar scene. Maybe that's because I'm too afraid I'll run into someone I know. I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders then looked me in the eye. "Dad, you still haven't answered my question? Why did you do that? Is it something you've always wanted to do?" His face was calm, unreadable. I couldn't glean the faintest clue about how he felt about what happened. I'd like to think I'd have told the truth regardless. "I really don't know but no, that is not something I've thought about doing. I've thought about doing it with other men, sure, there is no point denying that, but not with you, not until I was opening the door to the stall." I paused to collect my thoughts. "I guess I went a little nuts, pathetic as that sounds. I wanted to show you I understood. I thought maybe doing something that was so far beyond simply being gay might make it easier for you to accept being gay." Bill opened his mouth to speak but I held up a hand and cut him off. "No, you haven't accepted being gay, so don't waste your breath telling me you have. I imagined, or thought or rationalized that by doing something most people would find completely revolting, that maybe you'd realize being gay wasn't that big of a deal. I don't know." I shook my head. "That's part of it. It sounds stupid when I say it out loud. Most people don't have a problem with someone being gay. Incest? That's a totally different story. Fuck, maybe the truth is that after more than twenty years I couldn't resist the opportunity to suck a guy's dick, even if the guy was you." "I thought you said you never cheated on mom?" Bill asked, cocking his head to the side. "I haven't, not physically anyway. The other time was before I met your mother." I gave Bill the gist of my experience with Jeb the night we got drunk in the hunting cabin. "He never said anything about it?" "Not a word. I don't think he was that drunk. I don't think you can get so drunk you'll do something you haven't at least thought about doing in the first place. I'm even more certain he woke up when I blew him the second time. Shoot, Bill, I wasn't putting myself out there either. I never brought it up. Maybe he was waiting for me. It doesn't matter anymore. He's dead." "Huh? How?" "First Gulf war." "Fuck," Bill whispered. "That totally fucking sucks." "Yeah, it does and not in a good way." I fished my cell phone out my pocket. Bill grew quiet and a wary look settled over his face. "Relax," I reassured him as I dialed Meg's number. She answered on the first ring and immediately started babbling. I cut her off and had to keep cutting her off. "Meg, honey, just hush. Okay? Good. He's fine. We're talking. I'm not sure when we'll be back. Maybe five minute or maybe five hours. He's fine. I'm fine. Everyone is fine. He's not running away to join the circus, Meg. He needed to get the hell away from the drama and let his head settle. If he wants to be alone, I'll leave him alone. Honey, seriously now, get a damn grip. Have a drink. Have two. Go over to Muriel's. You think Bill wants to come back if you're going to go ape shit? Calm down." Bill was smiling. Thank God. He gestured for the phone. "Mom?" The voice streaming from the phone was so loud Bill had to hold it away from his ear. "Mom! What the fuck are you hysterical about? Is having a gay son that terrible?" That shut her down. I couldn't hear what she said to him. The phone was back to his ear. "No, I know you aren't like that. I know that. So, why are you freaking out then?" He shook his head. "Yes, things are a mess but why can't I get out of the house for a while? I don't live at home anymore. If I had decided to go back to Norfolk, what's the big deal?" He rolled his eyes. "No, I did not say I was going back to Norfolk but if I did what's the problem?" He shook his head again, one hand over his eyes. "Mom, I'm not talking about this now. Tell Jill I'm sorry for being a dick this morning. I'll apologize to Jim myself. We'll be home later. Relax. Go get a martini. Go for a swim. We have something to tell you when we get home." On the Beach Ch. 06 He said bye and hung up. "We?" I asked. "Don't you think you should tell mom you're bisexual?" "I've always thought I should tell her but why now?" "Because you can tell her that you told me, to try to help me. It gives you a reason." "That all you want me to tell her?" "I think so. For now, anyway." Bill looked at me. "Are we going to do anything like that again?" His question caught me by surprise. I had grown hopeful he wouldn't spit in my face and walk away. I took that as the best I could hope for. Was that all I hoped for? I searched my feelings. My mind wouldn't work. It couldn't process the information. I couldn't fit the data into an algorithm and get an answer. The only part of me that had any type of answer was my cock. I felt it twitching in my shorts. I study Bill's face. Nothing. Damn, he and Muriel would be fucking terrors at a poker table. "I think doing anything like that again might be a bad idea, son. I'm afraid it would interfere with you finding your own way. You need to get out there, put yourself out there, date, find someone you can enjoy spending time, maybe your life with. That's not me." I looked at him carefully. "And it's not Jim either. That's a pity. He's a good man and he became a good man without much in the way of help. My only fear is this will come between you and Jill, you and Jim, or worse, Jill and Jim. I love all three of you, Jim included. This thing," I gestured with one hand at the two of us, "only complicates everything. What do you think?" I managed a smile. "Besides, I don't want to be your rebound fuck." "We didn't fuck. You sucked my dick. Very adequately for someone who hasn't done it for twenty years, I might add." I was too startled by his bluntness to hide it. Bill chuckled at my reaction. "Since you already seemed to be shocked, I got no reason to be coy." He stared at me. "I want you to fuck me. I've never done that, except with a toy cock. I want you to fuck me. Then, we can call it quits." I shook my head, opened and closed my mouth. Suddenly, his barefoot was between my legs. He smirked. "Your cock is speaking very loudly, pop." He stood up. "Come on." I sat, unmoving. This was wrong, bad wrong, awful wrong. My family would hate me. I would hate me. Bill should hate me. It was my fault. I stood up to walk to my car, to get away. But instead, I followed my son into the tall grass behind the dunes. --------- I lost him for a minute. He had gotten ahead of me. I followed him to convince him that this was a very bad idea. The worst idea. No sane person would believe this was okay. Fifty yards in, I noticed some of the grass had been disturbed. I duck off the path, such as it was, that we'd been following. Bill had taken off his shirt and shorts. He'd spread them on the sand. On his knees he was invisible from even a few feet away. His chest was low to the ground. He had pushed his cock down between his legs and was pulling at it. His ass was in the air. The speech I had prepared fled my mind. I knelt on the shorts spread in the sand. I grabbed my son's ass in both hands and spread his cheeks. I could detect no difference in his body's musk from earlier. He smelled strong, of the earth, rich. My total experience with men was three blow jobs. But I had watched. Without hesitation, I pushed my face into his ass crack. I licked his crack. The taste was sharp, bitter and it fueled my lust. I relished the way his asshole twitched at the touch of my tongue. I probed. The taste was sharper, more intense and even more of an aphrodisiac. I worked his ass with my tongue until he was relaxed. I straightened up and pulled my shorts down. I was grateful my cock was only average sized. If he'd been fucking himself with dildos anything close to the size of his mother enjoyed, my cock would not be a problem. I spit in my hand and rubbed spit and precum over my cock. I leaned over and spit in the crack of his ass. I held my cock in my right hand and rubbed the head in the spit and over the puckered muscular hole. I guided my rigid cock to the center of the pucker and began to push. My son pushed back against me. There was a moment of resistance and then his sphincter relaxed and let me inside his body. I let more spit fall from my mouth to the shaft of my cock and his ass crack. I continued to push and slowly buried my cock in his guts. I rested there, fully inside him, doing a little bumping motion with my hips, before pulling out. "Okay?" I whispered. "Fuck yeah," was his guttural reply. "Now, fuck me. I've given you my ass cherry. Make it worth my while." At first I worried the sounds of our bodies would give us away but as I began to fuck my son in earnest, my inhibition fell away. I got off on the slap of my thighs against his ass. I got off on the grunts my cock forced from his lips. I got off on the way he threw his head back and looked at me over his shoulder, his eyes on fire. I even got off on the guy who walked into my field of vision, a young guy, Bill's age, who had the top of his swimming trunks pulled down and was jerking off a cock even bigger than Jim's. Bill raised up on outstretched arms, turned his head and opened his mouth. Our new companion knelt and began to fuck my son in the mouth. Bill couldn't take very much of the guy's cock. It was too big. The sight pushed me over the edge. Paradoxically, my thrusts slowed, became more deliberate, until I felt my balls empty themselves in my son's bowels. When I pulled out, a trail of white leaked and began to run down the ridge between his asshole and ball sack. I moved to kneel beside him. We, my son and I, shared the stranger's cock. Both of us straining to outdo the other when it came to taking the stranger's cock as deep as possible into our throats. I think I won that competition but the stranger came in Bill's mouth. Bill pulled back, giving me the joy of watching jet after jet of brilliant white jizz arch from the head of the stranger's cock to cover his cheeks, tongue, and chin. When he was done, the stranger left, never saying a word. I cleaned my son's face with my tongue. We stopped in the bathroom to wash away as much of the evidence of our crime as could be done in a sink. It was a crime, there was no way for me to think of it otherwise. Yet, I could find no guilt. We washed in the cold water of the cold, concrete bathroom and went home. Bill followed me in his car. His mother, thankfully, was three sheets to the wind. Muriel and Jill gave us thoughtful looks but said little. Jim looked uncomfortable until Bill punched him in the arm and apologized. They hugged, both trying to hide wet eyes. During a quiet moment in the kitchen, I whispered in my son's ear. "This is not quite complete. There is one more little thing." I said no more and stepped out of the way so an impatient Jill could get to the refrigerator. On the Beach Ch. 07 Alone again on his balcony, Bill considered what had happened only minutes before. He had moved much faster than he was used to before he met Sandy and definitely much faster since she had left him. He could still feel the softness of Murphy's breast in his hand and the feel of her pliant but firm nipple between his fingers. He felt himself hardening and slipped his hand inside of his underwear to gently massage his cock. He had thoughtfully brought one of the pillows from the bed and was sitting on it wearing only his boxers. The full moon was no longer yellow as it climbed across the sky. He studied it and taking another slug of his beer, Bill mulled over the thought of calling Missy or taking a walk to one of the nearby Shag clubs to see what was happening there. He tried to conjure up an image of Missy's body but Murphy exposing her breast in his truck and the feel of it on the beach kept interfering with his vision. "It's ten o'clock, do you know where Bill is?" he said aloud and laughed. "What the hell is a 35-year old single guy doing sitting playing with himself at ten o'clock on Saturday night?" The voice, Murphy's voice, brought Bill back to alertness. She wasn't exactly shouting but he could hear the anger in the muffled words. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she almost screamed. "I haven't seen you since last night and you are drunk out of your mind with lipstick on your face and makeup on your shirt. What the fuck is wrong with you, you whoremongering asshole?" Bill couldn't make out the words of the male voice that was trying to answer the unanswerable questions but he guessed that it must be The General. "God, I'm glad I'm not in his shoes," he thought. "She's going to kill him." The sound of the sliding door slamming against its stop on the balcony above him was followed by Murphy's voice. She was no longer yelling but she was hissing her words. "Go back inside you jerk!" she said. "You're going to embarrass me even more than you probably embarrassed me among your friends tonight in that whorehouse! Get back inside. Now!" That last word was said in true First Sergeant tones and Bill immediately knew that it would be obeyed. He heard the upstairs screen sliding back into place and another order from Murphy. "Sleep in the other room you bastard. You're never going to sleep in the same bed with me again. Now get the hell out of here!" Bill carefully listened but he could not hear anything else from Murphy or The General. A male voice from the next door balcony said with a laugh, "Boy, was she pissed off or what?" Followed by another, female voice, "I hope she cuts off his balls!" Bill drained his beer and went to the refrigerator to get a fresh one. His chiming cell phone startled him as he passed by it laying on the kitchen counter. The caller ID displayed Private Caller but he answered it anyway. Murphy's quiet, almost whispering voice, came from the earpiece. "Hey, did I wake you up?" "Not with the phone but a man can't sleep on his balcony around here without people shouting all over the place," he joked. "Oh, my god! Could you hear us? I'm sorry!" "Just kidding. It wasn't that bad. So the prodigal husband stumbles home. Huh?" "Stumbles! That bastard was practically crawling. He couldn't even talk." "Do you want to talk?" he asked. "Yes, she said with a little girl voice. I have to talk to someone. Got a minute for a lonely girl on a Saturday night?" Bill could hear the little laugh in her voice come through her sadness. "Go for it! I'm listening but I have to get a beer first. Keep talking. I can walk and talk at the same time." Murphy let loose with a litany of her pain and her despair. She clearly thought that she was the victim and she was looking for a way to get even. She talked of divorce and reprisal against Robert and his friends. When she got back she was going to throw Robert out and she was going to spread the word among the other wives about what he and his friends had been doing. She knew whom his buddies were and she was going to make sure that everyone knew of their philandering. Bill continued to listen after he made his way back onto his chair on the balcony. His only comments were a few "hmms" and "ohs." He made no effort to break in and just let her rant until her voice changed and he could sense that she had said about everything that she wanted to say. "Feel better?" he asked. "Yes! Thank you," Murphy replied. "Where are you?" "I'm on my balcony. Where are you?" he returned her question. "I'll be out on my balcony in a second," she replied. "The moon is still beautiful but not as gorgeous as it was when we were out there," he noted. "No, it's not but I'm glad we are looking at the same moon. I enjoyed that kiss and your body," she whispered into the phone. "I can still feel your hands on me. Thank you for making an old lady feel young again." "Old!" he retorted. "You don't look, act, talk, or, if I may say so from recent experience, feel old at all." "Thank you again," she whispered. "You make me feel as though I'm still in high school talking to my boyfriend so my parents won't catch me. What are you wearing?" Bill paused and looked into the phone as if he could see her. "Is this an obscene telephone call? Are we going to have phone sex?" he asked with a laugh." "Yes, but it's collect. Will you accept the charges?" Murphy giggled quietly. "Yes operator, I accept," he replied. "I'm down to my underwear. Why? What are you wearing?" "The same thing that I was wearing when we kissed," she replied with a husky sound in her voice. "Except for my shoes, I still have the same clothes on. Do you want to take them off of me?" Bill was silent for a moment. "Are you still there?" Murphy asked worriedly afraid that she had gone too far. "Yes. I'd love to. Are you coming down?" "Not yet. I want to make sure he's passed out first." Bill quickly went over the possibilities in his mind. He didn't want to get himself killed but the chances of The General waking up and finding where Murphy had gone were remote. "How long?" he asked. "Not too long but we can start now if you like," Murphy husked into the phone again. "God! I love your voice," he said. "It makes me want to kiss and hold you again." "Don't go away. I'll be right back," she said and he heard the phone being set down on a table or something. "Still there?" her voice came back. "Still here," Bill replied. "What's next?" On the Beach Ch. 07 Bill is re-introduced to his siblings and his best friend. This chapter contains MM sex along with MFM and group. If MM is a problem, stop here. I've placed it in the "Incest/Taboo" rather than "Gay Male" because the predominant feature is incest not gay male. Thanks once again to LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance. ========= "What did dad mean by 'there's one more little thing'?" I had followed Bill downstairs and to the bathroom. He spun around looking pissed. "Jesus Christ, Jill! I just want to take a shower. You can play Tomás de Torquemada later. If you want to know what dad meant, try this - go ask him." "I can't. He's holed up with mom in their bedroom." Bill paused and my curiosity meter twitched higher. There was something going on. "You do need a shower though. You reek of cum and sweat brother dear." I pushed the bathroom door closed with one foot without turning around. "Come on I'll wash your back for you." I stepped past him and pulled the shower curtain back. Bill stared at me. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Why would I let you shower with me? Why would you want to in the first place? What the fuck are you up to Jill?" "Nothing," I shrugged nonchalantly. "Brush your teeth first. I'll brush mine too." The door opened. Jim stood there. My heart fluttered. I knew he had followed me to the basement but I wasn't sure how much farther he would be able to follow. I still wasn't but the initial signs were encouraging. I kissed him and stepped back to give him room. "Hi, baby. I going to help Bill relax by washing his back but I want to brush my teeth first." I glanced at my brother over my shoulder. He was very confused looking. "He thinks it's weird but he's gay so I don't see what the big deal is. If we were at a nude beach he wouldn't make a fuss about me putting lotion on his back. How is this different?" I tipped Bill a wink. "Although maybe he'd prefer you to lotion his back, baby." Bill got even redder in the face. Even my dark skinned lover seemed to turn a little red. I giggled and kissed both of them on the cheek. Men are so easy sometimes. Poor things. I looked at the shower. "It's too small for all three of us. We could go to the pool or the beach. We can stay naked at the pool but I'm not sure even the pool water can clean up Mr. Smells Like Sex here. Or Jim, baby, you could wash his back?" I smiled innocently. The two of the four men I love most in this world looked at each other then looked at the floor. Pathetic. I brushed my teeth quickly, turned on the shower and hopped in. "Too late, fools. Bill, hurry up. I'm not sure how long the hot water will last." I grabbed my boobs and waved them at the poor babies. "And look what cold water does to my poor nipples." Bill's jaw might have fallen further than Jim's but it looked to me like Jim's cock was harder. "Hurry up," I snapped, truly a bit irritated they were so slow. Bill brushed his teeth. So did Jim. When Bill's shoulder brushed against Jim, he didn't pull away. There heads nearly touched when they both bent to rinse their mouths at the same time. My heart fluttered a little more. I turned my face into the water to hide the silly damn girlie tears that filled them. A puff of air on my butt announced that Bill had joined me. I turned to face him. His little encounter with Jim had brought his erection along nicely. It was standing up and nearly vertical. I shuffled past him, letting my nipples brush his chest while his cock brushed over the smooth hairless skin of my pussy. I turned his shoulders so that he faced me. The underside of his cock was pressed flat against my pussy and tummy. It felt nice. I tipped his head back and got his hair wet enough to push it away from his face. I squirted a palmful of my face scrub in my hand and used my fingertips to work the scrub onto Bill's cheeks. As my fingers did their magic the tension in his face eased. The lines in his forehead disappeared. I finished his cheeks, his forehead and finally, his chin, scratchy with whiskers. The entire time I could feel his cock twitch against my pussy with every beat of his heart. I tipped his head back and gently rinsed the scrub from his face. I urged him forward as I moved back, bringing him from under the shower. I lathered his hair with his own shampoo and the scent of sandalwood filled the air. How had Jim missed the fact my brother was gay? A thought fought for my attention but I was too distracted. I rinsed his hair and then massaged in conditioner. I left the conditioner in his hair and soaped my natural sponge body scrubber. Since he faced me, I started with his chest. My hand inscribed slow soft circles over his chest. I loved the way the sponge sculpted his chest hair into swirls of black and white. I leaned into him and turned the water off. "Don't want to rush and I don't want to run out of hot water either," I whispered in his ear and then kissed it. His cock had slipped between my legs when I had leaned forward. It remained there, trapped, when I leaned back. I raised his left arm and draped it over my own shoulder. I dipped my head. I could smell him, over the scent of sandalwood, I could smell the vibrant tang of my brother's body. I almost hated to wash it away. Between my legs, his cock had found a natural groove, the warm wet lips of my pussy were draped over Bill's pretty cock. I washed his armpit and side, then switched to his right side. This time I touched my nose to the hair in his armpit and inhaled deeply. I shivered. I pressed my lips to the skin under the hair and inhaled again. Bill shivered. He didn't stink. That was totally the wrong word. He smelled like man and sex and hard work. I needed him to turn around, so I could do his back. I didn't want to move but I had to. I moved my hips, very slowly, back and forth, glorying in the feel of his cock sliding between my pussy lips. I don't know if he enjoyed it but I loved it. The head sprang free, flicking over my clit as I stepped back. I sighed. Beyond the clear shower curtain, Jim's eyes volleyed between me and my brother. Jim had a full hard-on but he wasn't touching it. Before turning Bill around, I wrapped my sudsy hands around his cock. I washed his cock and balls, reaching back between his legs, almost to his asshole. He squatted slightly, opening himself to my hand. His eyes were closed. I reached behind him, pressing his cock into my belly and turned the water back on. I tipped his head and rinse away the conditioner. I let the water flow over his chest and rinsed his cock with handfuls of water and my hands. "Turn around," I whispered, as I re-soaped the sponge and turned the water off. I scrubbed his back a little harder. I squatted and washed his ass crack, spreading his cheeks. My fingers did as much probing as washing. I was convinced I saw cum leak from his asshole when I pressed my finger inside. What had he been up to when dad found him? I reached between his legs, no longer pretending to wash him. I love the feel of his cock in my hand. I looked through the curtain at Jim. I raised my eyes in a silent question. Without hesitation he nodded and smiled. I felt that flutter in my chest again. I remained squatting and washed Bill's legs. I turned him with my hands on his hips. My eyes were on his face. I fumbled with my mouth for a moment and then found his cock. He opened his eyes and we looked at each other as I started to move my mouth over my brother's cock. I wanted his cock in my pussy but I presumed that, as a gay man, he'd find a blow job more acceptable. I felt another waft of air. I turned my head and Jim was kneeling outside the bathtub. He leaned over. I took my mouth from my brother's cock and kissed my lover. His tongue found my mouth at the same moment Bill's hand found my head. When Jim broke the kiss he didn't lean back. He turned his head. His eyes were on Bill's cock. He looked at me. I winked. He shrugged. His hand was steady when he reached for my brother's cock and I saw no hesitation when he took it into his mouth. It was sort of funny, in a way. He had no idea what to do. I had no idea how many blow jobs Jim had received before he met me but I'm sure he'd had a few. Still, he had less idea of what to do than I did. "Like this, babe," I whispered. I reached out and took my brother's cock in my own hand. I deep-throated him, proud of how easy I made it look. When I pulled back I pressed my tongue against the undershaft and followed with my hand. I let Bill's cock fall from my mouth and explained what I had done before entrusting my brother's cock to my lover's care once more. Jim was a quick study. He even appeared to developed some enthusiasm for the task. He sucked Bill's cock for quite some time before Bill pulled his hips back and reached for his cock. "I'm going to cum," he muttered through clenched teeth. I could tell by the look in Jim's eyes that was too much to ask on his first attempt. I opened my mouth and swallowed my brother's cock. I rested my hands on his hips and urged him forward. He thrust into my waiting mouth a half a dozen times and came. I want to be able to say my brother's cum tasted different than Jim's but I can't. To me they tasted the same. Maybe because for the past few weeks Jim and Bill had eaten at our house most of the time. I had read somewhere that foods could change the taste of a man's cum. What a great experiment. I'd feed them both a different diet and suck them off, one after the other, in the name of science. I left Bill's cock in my mouth. Long seconds after it seemed he was finished, his cock would jerk, his ass tighten beneath my hands and I would be treated to another, diminishing but still savory, mouthful of his seed. When he pulled away from me I wasn't ready to let go. I followed him with my head. He cupped my chin with one hand, freed his cock and urged me to my feet. Jim stood up with me. My brother had a tentative look on his face. Such a look didn't belong there. Bill was one of the most assured people I knew. His head was inclined toward mine. I reached up and pulled his mouth toward my own. His lips felt so wonderful against mine. I opened my mouth to him. His tongue, gentle as the rest of him, caressed my mouth. When his mouth left mine. I turned. Jim was waiting, as I knew he would be. His kiss was as gentle as Bill's but, unlike their cum, it was easy to tell their lips and mouths apart. I broke the kiss, curious as to what would happen next. Would Jim kiss my brother? Would he let Bill kiss him? Bill didn't try. He put his arms around Jim and hugged him. He stepped back and his eyes dropped to Jim's cock, still hard, precum hanging from the tip. Bill looked at Jim. "Dude, you've done more than I've any right to expect but could..." Jim didn't let him finish. He put a hand on his shoulder and gestured with his head toward the door. "Not here, dude. Dry off and come into the bedroom." He kissed my cheek. "You too, white she-devil." As Jim left the room Bill handed me my towel. I held it to my chest, content to simply relax for a moment. Bill grabbed his own towel and threw it over his head. He dried his hair in that brusque aggressive fashion men have. I squeezed mine dry and smiled. He took the towel away. His hair pointed in all directions. He'd let it dry that way and he'd look good. I hate men sometimes. "Jill," he started, looking lost again. I crossed the room and put my arms around him. Our towels kept our bodies from touching but I could feel the damp hair of his chest on my cheek. "Don't say anything. You don't have to say anything. I wouldn't hurt you for the world, not even for Jim." I pulled away and looked at him. "Please, don't ever tell him I said that." "Don't be silly. Why would I? I'm happy for you," he managed a smile. "And for Jim." I felt my stupid eyes welling. "You know," I managed to stammer. "You were the first man I ever loved." I grabbed his head, not caring that my towel fell to the floor, and kissed him, hard. When I stepped away Mark was standing there, staring and shaking his head. "Wha..., I mean, were you uh..." Mark's voice tailed off into silence. Bill looked at him. I looked at the two of them and felt ashamed of myself. I had always thought as Bill and I as a team, we were so close in age. But Mark and Bill were only a few more months apart in age than Bill and I. We weren't twins. We were triplets. I jumped into Mark's arms. He grabbed me, instinctively perhaps, but his arms felt nice around me regardless of how they had come to be there. Bill stepped to Mark's side and he put his arms around both of us. When I tipped my head up I was astonished, and very pleased, to see my brothers exchange a very hesitant kiss. Hesitant, maybe but it was hot as hell. More importantly, it was full of love. When Bill stepped away his eyes were misty. I reminded myself he was gay so his tears didn't make him a wuss. Stupid, straight Mark had tears on his cheeks too. I might have kept my own eyes dry if not for my wussy oldest brother. Bill swiped at his eyes with his forearm. "I think Jim is going to let me suck his cock." He grinned at us. "I don't think he'll mind a couple of spectators." ---- Jim was lying on my bed. He had one leg pulled up. His balls hung down to the mattress. He was absent-mindedly stroking his cock. My pussy growled, or did whatever a hungry pussy does. I put a hand on my Bill's arm. "Is this a solo project or can I lend a hand?" "You mean can you lend your tonsils don't you?" He shook his head, denying my request. I told myself that was fine. Jim was mine. We were just being nice to Bill. I could share. Bill smiled at me. "You don't have any tonsils. Remember? You acted like you were dying for a month afterward. But, your deformity aside, if you're asking if you can help me suck Jim's cock, that's for him to say. I'm not sure I've been invited or not." "Bullshit, white boy. Don't make me regret my liberalities. Don't you know there aren't any gay brothers? I'm going to close my eyes and relax. I don't care who sucks my dick." He raised up on his elbows and looked at me. "I mean if that's alright with you, baby?" I think he was fucking with me but I'm not sure. I kissed my brother and climbed onto the bed, pulling Bill after me. Mark stood in the doorway with a half-hard dick, looking out of place. He started to raise a hand, as if to wave good-bye. I held out my hand to him. "Would you rub my back, Mark?" He looked uncertain. He really was a big wuss. He was my straight brother but in a lot of ways he acted the gayest. He shaved his body. He preened. He tanned. His clothes weren't expensive but stylish and always matched. He had all the stereotypically gay attributes but was straight. Bill acted straight and was dying to smoke my boyfriend's pole. Go figure. "Come on, big brother. There's room," I said, gesturing with one hand, feeling like a mom trying to get a shy toddler to pet a puppy. He sat, rather awkwardly, on the corner of the bed. I scooted closer and kissed his shoulder, watching his eyes. I ran my hand up and down his side. I kissed his cheek and sat back, observing the emotions that ran across his face. I smiled at him and then turned toward my lover. Bill, his natural courtesy overwhelmed by lust, had not waited for me. He had Jim's cock in one hand and was rubbing his tongue and slightly parted lips over the shaft. True to his word, my lover's eyes were closed. His face was relaxed, unlined. I tilted my head opposite Bill's, to avoid bumping into each other, and my parted lips and tongue joined my brother's on Jim's cock. I made sure to kiss and lick the fingers holding the base of my lover's cock. The bed shifted as Mark moved closer to my back. I moved my hand from where it rested atop Jim's inner thigh and reached behind me. Mark's smooth, hairless, skin felt funny at first but his quads were as hard as Jim's. Bill's mouth was over Jim's cock now. I watched him struggle to deep-throat Jim's cock. He gagged a couple of times and then pulled his mouth away. That was my signal. I gagged but only once. It was easier this time. I knew how to relax my throat, how to extend my neck to open my throat to Jim's cock. One gag and I was there, nose buried in Jim's pubes, the head of his cock swelling my throat. I bobbed up and down on his cock a few times. The hand I held behind my back searched for and found my other brother's cock. He moaned and felt his head fall onto the back of my shoulder. His forehead was hot, as if he were running a fever. I let Jim's cock fall from my mouth and swiveled at the hips. By turning my head as far as I could I was able to find Mark's lips. Inside my mouth, his tongue felt as feverish as his skin. When I turned back toward Jim, Bill was once more struggling to deep-throat his cock. I rubbed my fingers through his hair. He looked up. I leaned toward him. He surrendered Jim's cock and accepted the offer of my mouth. As we kissed, Mark's fingers began to stroke the cleft of my pussy. "You've got your head bent," I whispered to Bill when he broke our kiss. "With your head bent down like this," I demonstrated by dropping my chin to my chest, "the back of your mouth and the opening to your throat form a U-turn. That will never work. You need to extend your neck. Like this." I demonstrated by tilting my head back. "Hang on," I gushed as inspiration struck. "Lie down on your back," I instructed Mark. He did as I asked. I knelt beside him, facing his feet. I scooted toward his head, so that I would need to stretch to reach his cock. I wrapped my right hand around Mark's cock and leaned over the top of my legs. "Like this," I muttered and deep-throated my other brother's cock. Mark's hips rose off the bed and the head of his cock pushed itself deep into my throat. It was awesome. I scootched a little closer to Mark's side, hoping he'd take the hint. He did. His hand found the inside of my left leg and he pulled at it. There was barely room between Mark and the wall but I wiggled my leg into place, straddling my oldest brother's face. I imagined I could feel my pussy dripping onto his hungry lips. I let go of his cock and turned to look at Bill and Jim. Bill was stroking his cock, watching us. Jim was watching as well. He had a perfect view of my upturned ass and Mark's tongue parting my pussy lips. I could see at a glance that neither of them were comfortable getting into a 69 position. "Jim, love, hop up a second." He did as I asked. "Bill, lie down on your back beside us, your feet toward the head of the bed. Lie with your head hanging over the end of the bed." He did as I asked without questioning, when he was in position, I gestured with one hand at Jim. "You can stand, squat really, at the end of the bed and let Bill suck you. He should be able to take your whole cock in that position. And I," I purred, "can watch the whole thing." Jim looked dubious. I knew he was worried about seeming to domineering in that position. Bill helped him along by reaching up and grabbing both Jim's ass cheeks and pulling him toward his mouth. It was almost impossible for Bill to move his head very much. He held still and Jim lowered himself, pushing his cock down with the fingers of one hand and steadying himself against the wall with his other hand. Bill gagged. Jim tried to pull up but my brother's hands on his ass restrained him. The hands urged him onward. After a pause he continued to push and in a somewhat anti-climatic fashion buried his cock in my brother's throat. He pulled out slowly and then lowered himself again. It wasn't long before he was fucking Bill's mouth. Mark's mouth had been doing wonderful things to my pussy. He was a clit man. He would pause to lap my nectar up with his tongue but mostly he pushed his cheeks and chin into my cunt and worked my clit with his lips and tongue. On the Beach Ch. 07 After Jim and Bill were squared away I focused my attention on Mark's cock. He was bigger than Bill but smaller than Jim. I had no problem deep-throating Mark. His hips thrust in perfect time with my mouth. I loved what we were doing but found my attention focusing on the way Jim's cock disappeared inside my brother. The way his cheeks flattened. The way his nose pushed up behind Jim's nut sack. I looked back. Bill's cock was rigid and quivering above his belly. Sweat trickled down his armpits. The hair in his pits and on his chest were black with sweat. I pulled away from Mark. I turned and kiss him deeply, loving the taste of my cunt on his lips. I straddled Bill, pointed his cock with one hand and lower my pussy onto his hard-on. Mark knelt beside me and we resumed kissing. From what I could tell from the look on his face, Jim was enjoying his blow job, watching me get fuck, watching me kiss Mark or some combination of the three. I pulled my mouth away from Mark. I locked eyes with Jim as I leaned over Bill's body. I touched my tongue to the center of his chest and lick my way to a pool of sweat that had collected in the hollow of his neck. I touched my lips to the spot and sucked. Salty. Sweat is salty. Cum is not. I don't know how to describe the taste of cum but one thing it is not, is salty. I stretched further and feasted on the sweat flowing from his armpit, first the right, then the left. Underneath me Bill's thrust did not feel tentative. They felt like someone who was enjoying fucking a cunt. I sat up, pushing Bill's cock deep inside me. Mark's hairless chest ran with sweat. I tasted him. I suckled at his innocent looking hairless nipples. I urged him up. He stood on the bed, head hunched beneath the low ugly popcorn ceiling. I took his cock into my mouth. That's how we were when mom and dad walked in. On the Beach Ch. 08 "I'm glad it's warm tonight because I'm no longer wearing my dress." Bill sat upright in his chair. "You're out on the balcony in your underwear? What if someone sees you?" "I don't think anyone can see me. Will you hold my dress for me?" "Uh, sure!" Bill replied not really understanding what she meant but willing to go along with it. "Hold on!" Bill could hear her breathing into the phone and figured she had the phone between her ear and her shoulder while she did something. He heard the sound of metal on metal from the balcony above. Leaning out and looking up he was almost hit by a dress descending from above. Bill watched as Murphy's dress neatly folded over a hanger that was dangling from a ribbon was slowly lowered down to him. "You're out of your mind!" he laughed into the phone. Murphy giggled. "Don't drop it. Take it off of the hanger so I can pull it back up." Bill leaned out and looked up hoping to see Murphy. "Uh, uh! No fair looking! Send it back up!" her voice was almost covered by her schoolgirl like giggles. Carefully removing the dress from the hanger he watched as it disappeared up above the ceiling of his balcony. Holding the dress up to his face and breathed in her scent. He couldn't tell if the warmth was from her body or if he just imagined it. A white bra, back lighted by the moon, slowly descended. Bill reached out and carefully removed it from the hanger. Holding it up to his face he was sure that it was her body heat that he felt. Her scent was stronger on the fabric of the inside of the almost sheer cup. "It's still warm and I can smell you on it!" he said into the phone. "Of course it's warm! I just took it off," Murphy giggled again. "Do you like my smell?" "My god, yes!" he replied and buried his face into one of the cups. "Then you're really going to like the next one," she breathed into his ear. "Are you ready?" Bill watched as a pair of panties, the crotch hooked over the hanger, was lowered to him. Carefully removing them from the hanger he held them up to his face. Her scent and the scent of an aroused female immediately flooded his senses. "You're going to kill me!" he exclaimed. "Are you coming down?" "Not yet. But I'm almost ready. Here!" He heard the clicking of something scraping along the upstairs metal railing and a pair of low-heeled sandals appeared. He reached out to take them and when he grasped the hanger the ribbon came floating down released from above. "That's all there is! Now I'm only wearing moonlight. Listen for your doorbell." Closing his cell phone, Bill took her clothes into the condo, put them on the bed and hurried into the bathroom to brush his teeth and run a wet cloth under his arms and between his legs. He quickly applied deodorant and slipped into a clean pair of boxers. The doorbell was already chiming as he hurried down the hall to the door. The opened door revealed Murphy standing in high-heeled sandals wearing a terrycloth robe belted around her waist. "Good evening," she giggled as she brushed in front of him. "I've come to pay for the collect telephone call." "May I take your coat?" Bill asked with a smile. Murphy continued down the hall to the living room. "Not yet! I'm not sure about this. Let's wait a few minutes. OK?" "Fine," Bill croaked still immersed in her perfume. "Would you like some wine?" "No, but a beer would be nice if you have one," she replied and sat on the sofa crossing her legs. She watched as he padded across the room to the kitchen. She could feel her nakedness against the roughness of the terry cloth robe and she was sure that the robe was absorbing the moisture she could feel between her legs. Murphy mind was in a turmoil. She had allowed herself to be aroused by the anticipation of what she was about to do but at the same time she felt that twinge of guilt that she was married and shouldn't be sitting there in the first place. Bill came back from the kitchen with two bottles in his hands. The fly of his boxers gaped open and Murphy imagined she could see his pubic hair through the gap. "Glass?" Bill asked. "No, the bottle will be fine. Thank you." Bill settled on the sofa next to her and held out the beer. He studied her legs peeking out from the opening in the robe. He could see her tanned thighs and her two anklets dangling from her leg. For some reason looking at her almost entirely covered by clothes aroused him more than when she was in a bathing suit. "To a pleasant evening. A very pleasant evening," Murphy toasted with her bottle. Setting her bottle on the coffee table, she turned towards him and placed her hand on his arm. "I am about to do something that I've never done before. I am torn but I want to feel loved. I want someone to touch me. I want someone to hold and kiss me because they want to and not because it is a habitual peck on the cheek as they go out the door or say goodnight. Can you ... will you, do that for me?" Bill turned towards her and put his arm across the back of the sofa and onto her shoulders. "I'll do my best but I won't have to work at it because your words describe exactly what I want to do with you!" Rising from the sofa, Bill placed his beer on the table next to Murphy's and walking over to the end table he turned off the lamp. The room fell into near darkness illuminated only by the light of the full moon. Standing in front of the balcony screened door he looked at Murphy, her white robe glowing in the semi-darkness. "Come here," he beckoned. "I want you to see something." Murphy thought to herself, "This is it! I want to do this and not just to get back at Robert." She rose and walked over to stand next to him. Holding her hand up to his lips, he gently kissed her palm and guided her to stand in front of him. "Isn't that a beautiful sight with the moon glistening on the ocean?" he whispered into her ear while wrapping his arms around her and imprisoning her arms inside of his. "I have no idea why I am so attracted to you but you have been in my thoughts since I first saw you." "Thank you," Murphy whispered back and tilted her head so he could reach her neck with his lips. "Oh, thank you so much you don't know what that means to me," she continued in her husky, passion-filled voice. "Do you want to sit on the balcony?" Bill asked and moved to open the screen. "No, those plastic chairs are not all that comfortable and I don't think they will hold the two of us if I decide to sit on you lap." Bill released her and she turned to face him. Looking up at him, almost at eye level with her high heeled shoes elevating her, she put her arms around his waist and said, "Let's just sit on the sofa and cuddle! OK? I have to make some decisions so let's just make out for a while. I think I can handle that." Bill laughed and led her to the sofa by her hand. "You're something else," he said. "You say the right things at the right time." "That's because I am wise. Wisdom comes with age. How old are you anyway?" "Old enough to make love to a real woman," he replied and they sank down on the sofa. Murphy pulled her legs up on the sofa and turned towards him again. "Hold me. Just hold me for a while. OK?" Bill wrapped his arms around her and she nuzzled her face down into the crook of his neck. After a moment, she gave a sigh of satisfaction and Bill felt her body relax against him. They held onto each other for a few minutes when Murphy suddenly lifted her face from his neck and said very seriously. "Now you can kiss me! Make my toes curl!" she ordered and touching her mouth to his she opened her lips and searched for his tongue. On the Beach Ch. 08 Everyone gets in on the action and Mark freaks out. The action is primarily incest but there is MM sex. If that, but not incest, bothers you click your way to freedom now. Enjoy. Helpful, even negative criticism, is appreciated. Whatever errors you may yet find, don't blame LarryInSeattle. =========== I was fucking my sister's mouth. I couldn't wrap my mind around the idea. I didn't really care, not at the moment. I was too busy enjoying the blow-job to worry about much. I drew in a breath to warn her I was about to cum when I noticed her eyes weren't on me. I followed her gaze. I jerked away in surprise. That only made it worst, assuming there's something worse than your parents watching you cum in your sister's mouth. Personally, for what it's worth, I think your parents watching you shoot a load all over your sister's face and tits is worse. Maybe that's just me. I'm just saying. Bill and Jim didn't know what was going on. Jim was too immersed in the pleasures of having my brother Bill deep-throating his cock to pay much attention to either my or Jill's facial expressions. Bill's face was between Jim's legs, head tilted back with what even little old straight me had to admit was a beautiful black cock sliding in and out of his throat. I forgot about my parents for a second, fascinated by the way Bill's throat bulged when Jim pushed his cock in. It was like watching a snake swallow a rat or something, except in this case it was a big old black snake being swallowed by a little old white boy. I suppose if Bill tilted his head back a little he could have peeked below Jim's ass and seen our parents, upside down from his perspective, standing in the doorway watching their children fucking and sucking. Mom starting gnawing at her lip. Dad was staring at Jill's tits. They looked at each other. Mom, of all people, moved first. I readied myself for a smack or a punch or a scream or all of the above. She just stood there. Jim stopped fucking Bill's mouth. Jill looked at her. Mom looked at me, then at Jim. Bill, wondering what was up, craned his neck, half of Jim's cock still in his mouth and looked at mom. Dad joined her. We waited. I heard Bill moan around Jim's cock, when our mother leaned over and kissed Jim. Jill, my crazy little sister, clapped her hands and smiled. I didn't know what to say or do. I stood there, my head still pressed against the ceiling with my mostly limp dick dripping onto Jill's left boob and watched Jim put one hand behind my mother's head and drive his tongue into her mouth. My father's cock stood out straight from his body. He tore his eyes from Jill's breasts and looked at me. He didn't smile. He looked at my cock and it twitched. He stepped past mom and knelt with one knee on the bed. He leaned forward. I wasn't sure what he was up to until he used his tongue to lick a line of my cum off Jill's tit. He licked again and again. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked it clean. He licked the side of her face. He kissed her, his daughter, my sister. He stuck his tongue in her mouth while he kissed her. That nearly woke me from my stupor. What finally woke me was when he leaned further and gobbled up my soft cock into his warm mouth. I jerked away, staring. I saw concern in his face before he looked away. I sat, leaning into the corner, watching. Dad bent over and began to lick Jill's clit or Bill's cock, it was hard to say which. Bill pulled his feet up close to his butt and began to really fuck Jill. She was grunting and moaning and her ass was smacking into his thighs. Drops of sweat glistened in the air as they flew from Jill's face. Bill pulled out of her pussy and began to rub his cock up and down her slit. When he came, dad's mouth was waiting. He caught as much of Bill's load as he could and then began to suck his daughter's clit, with his son's cock rubbing against his ear. Jill squealed, grabbed dad's head in both hands, and began to shake. She fell back off of Bill and huddled against my legs, panting. Jim pulled his hips back. His cock left my brother's mouth. Jim pointed the head of his cock at Bill's open mouth and stroked it. He must not have minded getting a blow-job from a dude because, despite all the fucking we'd been doing, he spewed a prodigious load of cum onto Bill's face and chest. His ejaculation was too much for him to control; it appeared to me very little ended up in Bill's mouth. My father knelt by the bed and began to lick and suck the cum off of Bill's chest, then his face. My mom knelt beside my dad. They kissed. She kissed Bill. Dad kissed Bill. They pressed their faces together in some weird three-way attempt at kissing. It didn't work. Mouths are made to be shared with only one other mouth. That's how they fit together. Pussies have room for one cock. So, for that matter, do asses. This was wrong - all of it - wrong. I scooted behind Jill and over Bill's legs and climbed off the bed. It felt like everyone was watching me. In the hall I looked at my room. - rejected it. It wasn't my room. It was Bill's and mine. I had no room. We had no room. Technically, they were all Muriel's rooms. I walked through the rec room. The world seemed very quiet, very empty. The pool sparkled under the sun. It felt hot on my shoulders and the concrete was hotter still on my bare feet. I opened the gate in the fence. If it squealed I didn't hear it. I climbed the steps to Muriel's deck. If she hadn't been sitting there I think I would have simply walked in. She rose to meet me. She didn't say anything. She simply slid open the patio door and put I hand on my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her turn her head toward our rental. She shook her head. Whether that was a judgment on what we had done or a signal to my family to leave me alone was unclear to me. Maybe it was both. ------ I'm not psychic. I hadn't been lying to Bill. I'm not. I don't believe anyone is. But I'm reasonably smart, I'm reasonably clear sighted when it comes to human nature and I keep my eyes open. I figured Ben out years ago. Meg wasn't in denial. She didn't see it. She was too close. That's the problem most folks have when it comes to figuring situations out. They're too close and lack the ability to pull back and look at things logical like. I'm no smarter than Meg, no wiser either. But, and it's a big but, I'm not married to Ben. You might expect being married to someone means you know them better. Not always, not about some things. We're more careful of our secrets around the people that matter the most to us. We hide our secrets from strangers, not because we give a shit about what a stranger thinks, or shouldn't give a shit for the most part, but because we don't want the secret getting back to the someone we do care about. Shoot, if Ben had the balls and brains, and was off somewhere and there was no possible way Meg would find out (and no chance of bringing her back a present on the end of his prick), what reason would there be for him to not go up to the first hot man he met and ask if he could suck his dick? No logical reason not to. Oh, sure, guilt but guilt is why he's been keeping the secret in the first place. How did I know about Ben? I didn't know, not for sure but I had me a pretty good idea. I'd seen the occasional glance he'd give one of the workers that might be over at their place working on something. Those glances were never at the face, never an attempt to figure out what the worker was doing. Those glances were never at the face, never an attempt at recognition. Those glances were always aimed at the man's crotch. Once, or twice, every summer he'd find an errand to run that took him longer than it ought. He always talked a little too much when he got back; told too many details, trying to make it sound like he'd done enough to fill up an hour and a half or two. A couple of times I almost swore I smelled sex on him. Not strong, not the unmistakable odor of someone who's been fucking, but a subtler whiff of sex. If we'd been in a city I would have sworn he'd been sitting in a porn theater. That's what he smelt like. That musty, not quite clean, smell of old spunk and sad dead dreams. When he offered up that cockamamie story about looking for Bill in the bars along the beach road, well that was total bullshit. It was clear he had a fair idea of where the boy had run off to and he was following along. The question was what had gone on after he found him? I'm not nosy, truly I'm not. I was on my deck, glorying in the fact the world was just so damn beautiful most all the time, assuming you could ignore people and their unending capacity for fuckery. I sat, sometimes in the shade, sometimes in the sun. It was a rare day, no breeze to speak of, the surf little more than a lake ripple on the sand. I read. I smiled to myself, imagining the looks of the faces of my teachers, teachers I had not forgotten but had forgiven, more or less, imagining the looks of astonishment if they could see me now, reading Yeats. Poor, slow, Muriel, reading Yeats and getting aroused by "Leda and the Swan". How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? How indeed? I wondered as I drowsed in the languid heat of the afternoon. I hear the two cars pull up. You don't have to be nosy to hear that. Driveways of crushed shell are not made for stealth. The shells crunched under two pairs of feet. A door opens. A door closes. No voice. The house was silent. I wondered how it was playing out. Would Ben settle for a simple, "found him, we're back"? Would Bill? Lord, what a mess. I'd seen it building for years. I'd often wondered if I ought to give Ben a nudge but always decided against it. Soon as I laid eyes on Jim and had seen how he and Jill looked at each other and how Bill looked at the two of them, I knew this would be the summer, almost certain. I wouldn't have imagined it would turn out to be poor Mark who'd light the fuse, just trying to relax, enjoying the sun and having a little alone time with his hand and his cock. I shook my head. I hoped Mark wouldn't prove foolish enough to imagine this mess was his fault. Or Jim's? Or Meg's? For that matter, my own fault. I needn't have confessed to Meg and Ben my plans for Mark. I knew the idea of their lover bringing their son into my bed would excite them but I also knew Meg would tie herself up in knots. Sex and love, are two dangerous things, especially love. Sex is an act of the body, animal. Love is an act of the mind and the heart and that makes love far more dangerous than sex. Sex results in lots of shouting and thrown things but almost always is forgiven in the end, sometimes even embraced. Knowing your partner wanted to have sex with someone else isn't hard for most folks to imagine. Learning your partner loves someone else, even if you have no doubt they love you, well that can be a real kick in the pants. I know Ben and Meg adore each other. It had always been a struggle not to envy them for that. Jill is still as much a kid as she is an adult, with all the good and bad that entails, but it's clear she cares deeply for Jim. Now as for Bill, he was born old as my momma would say. I don't think the boy has a flighty bone in his body. I suspect once he's committed himself to something, even if it's no more than the idea of something, he'll have a helluva time letting go. And Jim? Poor kid never had a chance to be a kid. He wasn't born old; he just had to grow up in an awfully big hurry. It sure looks to me like the boy is head over heels for Jill. But, and ain't there always a but when it came to people, he loves Bill as fierce as any brother, maybe more so, because it had grown out of mutual respect and caring, not because they grew up under the same roof. I gaze out over the flat water and nearly groan in frustration. On top of all this, as if this isn't enough for a whole team of psychoanalysts, there's Bill and Jill. The two of them are damn near inseparable. That leaves poor Mark as the outsider, the one on the edge of his sibling's circle of affection, never entirely sure if he's in the circle, part of the circle, or outside it altogether. The look on Mark's face as he trudges up the stairs does nothing to ease my mind. I welcome him, not bothering with a bunch of questions he'd not want to answer. I see Meg and Jill coming out of the rental and wave them away with a shake of my head. Hand on Mark's shoulder, I steer him to the couch, shake the comforter out over the cushion and gesture for him to lie down. He does and covers his eyes with one forearm. I notice his penis is soft but it's shiny, something has been done to it recently or vice versa. I make a cup of tea while murmuring a prayer of thanks to the English, add plenty of sugar and a just a titch of cream, and pull a chair closer to the sofa. "Here you go, Mark. Drink this. It makes no sense but it will help," I tell him as I hold out the mug. He looks at it and sits up. He takes it from me gingerly. It's hot; I don't serve anything lukewarm. I elect to skip the chair I had pulled over and sit down beside Mark on the sofa. His elbows rest on his knees. He holds the mug by the handle with one hand, the fingers of the other rest on the rim, where the mug isn't so hot. He blows on the tea, then inhales. It must smell good, his face relaxes. I nudge him around with the side of my leg and pull my legs up to sit behind him, resting my butt in the corner of the couch. I knead his shoulders before using my thumbs to ease the tense muscles along his spine, under his shoulder blades, and across his lower back. As I work some of the tension out of his body, he drinks the tea. When he raises the mug I stop what I'm doing. Hot tea in his lap is not very likely to ease his stress. He says nothing, makes no sound. His shoulders tremble for a time and I know without looking he's crying. I let him. I take my time. When it feels as if I've done all that fingers and touch can do, I stand up. I take the mug from him and set it on the coffee table. I urge him to his feet with one hand under his arm. "Come on, sugar." He follows without speaking. I turn down the covers on the guest bed. The room is stuffy, unused. I flip on the ceiling fan as Mark, not questioning, climbs into the bed and rolls onto his side. He stares past me at an art poster, a post-impressionist painting of a Paris street in the rain, by someone whose name escapes me at the moment. I kiss him on the cheek, he looks like such a little boy, and cross to the door. "Open or closed, sugar?" "Open. Thank you, Muriel." "Sugar pie, you are so very welcome. You sleep. You'll feel better. If not, I got a surprise in mind for you when you wake up. Just the thing to get body and soul reacquainted." He nods and closes his eyes. I hear his soft snoring before I get back to the kitchen. I work as quiet as I can. I fetch some home-made stock from the deep freeze in the garage and dump the frozen block into a stock pot on a low flame. If I was truly a psychic, I'd have set that to thaw in the fridge yesterday, I chide myself silently. No matter, besides I don't have time for worrying about all the ought-to-have-done things in my life. My hands get busy with the noodles. The familiar task is as good as mediation. ---- I wake when my stomach growled. I hadn't had lunch. I try to recall if I had breakfast. A bagel I think. I teased Jill by showing her a half-chewed mouthful of bagel. Was that only this morning? Fuck. Two days! Two full days into the vacation and enough shit had hit the fan for a year's worth of drama. Jerking off by the pool, Muriel, my mom and dad, Bill. And then the shit this afternoon. Letting my sister suck my dick. Watching my dad eat another man's cum off his son's chest and then, then letting my dad take my dick into his mouth. I squeeze my head in both hands, trying to crush my skull, or at least the memories inside the skull. I want to go back to sleep but I know, from the way my head is already racing, that's impossible. I remember Muriel telling me I'd feel better after I slept. Did I? I'm not sure. I hope her crack about having a surprise isn't something about sex. I shake myself, never imagining such a day would arrive, but the idea of sex is unappealing at the moment. My stomach growls again. This time my stomach actually cramps. I sit on the edge of the bed and rub my eyes. I eye the poster of one of Edouard Cortes' paintings of a Paris street. Muriel has good taste. I instinctively look for my clothes on the floor before recalling I have none. That wakes a fresh wave of recriminations in my mind. This all started when I decided to strip and jerk off by the pool yesterday. It was impossible for me to imagine it had been less than twenty-four hours since I had fucked Muriel on her upper deck while my family watched. And while I watched my family. I'm in the fucking Twilight Zone or some shit. I wrap the thin summer blanket folded at the foot of the bed over my shoulders and gather it at my chest with one hand. I hope Muriel doesn't mind. I hold the bottom of it up with the other hand and shuffle toward the door. The floor is hardwood but I can hear the cackling snap of static electricity from the blanket. When I reach the end of the short hallway, I feel my hair starting to stand on end, not quite, my hair is too long but it's definitely trying to. I feel absurd. Being naked would have been less ridiculous than this. Muriel's laughter at the sight of me confirms that. I feel myself smile and I'm amazed at how good it feels to smile. I pull the snapping, sparking blanket off my shoulders. I can't fold it, it keeps clinging to itself in the most bizarre fashion. "Go throw that in the dryer with a Bounce, sugar," Muriel says, wiping a tear from her eye. "Don't you fry the circuitry on that fancy dryer of mine. Touch the faucet of something first." She points to the other side of the house. "Down that way, by the garage door." I shuffle past her, holding the blanket away from my body. I stop when she calls after me, "Sugar, you eat cheese?" "Yes, ma'am. Yes, Muriel," I correct myself. "Thanks." The door of the dryer is open. I figure it's safe to touch the handle. I brace myself but still yelp. I see a blue streak zip from the tip of my finger to the handle. From the kitchen, I hear Muriel snort more laughter. By the time I get the damn thing in the dryer, I'd gotten two more zaps, none as intense as the first, but still. I toss a Bounce in and set the machine to tumble on low heat. I flip the blanket and dryer off as I leave. I feel stupid for doing so but at the same time I feel a little better. "You know, honey," Muriel drawls as I come back into the living room, "Jim would make a better Elecrto than you, pigment-wise anyway." "Ha-ha, aren't you the witty one," I try to snap but that's hard to do with a smile on your face. "You hungry?" she asks, then adds, "Sparky." "Starving." "You okay with cheese?" "What do you mean? Do I like cheese? Sure." "Good, good. I wanted to make sure you didn't have a problem with lactose." "Nope, good to go." Muriel reaches for the bread. She holds the loaf in her hand and looks at me. "What about gluten? You okay with gluten?" "I love gluten. Gluten is my favorite." I can see her hesitate. Before she can say anything, I add, "I'm not allergic to nuts, to MSG, to chocolate, wine, red or white, mushrooms, olives, or anything else that I know of." "You're not a vegetarian are you?" I realize Muriel's smirk is a lot like my sister's. I feel my smile fade thinking of Jill. "No, I'm not a vegetarian." On the Beach Ch. 08 Muriel lays four slices of bread out on the counter. "Good, because my soup has chicken in it." "Chicken is fine." She lays cheese atop two of the slices of bread, first cheddar, then something white with specks in it, peppers maybe, and then something pale that smells smoky. She tops the sandwiches with the remaining slices of bread and begins to spread butter on the top. She's careful. She spreads it from edge to edge. She turns to the stove, sets a griddle over two of the burners and turns them on. She puts the butter side down and quickly butters the new tops of the sandwiches. "You got quiet, sugar." "I let Jill and my father suck my dick," I reply as if that explains everything. After a fashion I suppose it does. ----- "Hmm, that so?" I mutter, scanning the counter for my spatula. "Your momma know about this?" He snorts. "I'd say so. She helped dad lick Jim's cum off Bill's chest." "You don't say? I'm guessing that was quite a sight." "You could say that." I use the spatula to lift up a corner of one of the sandwiches. It's coming along nicely but not quite ready to flip. You have to be careful, pay attention to the heat and the time, or you'll burn your sandwich. "So, everyone was involved, huh?" "Yup, everyone. Bill fucked Jill while he sucked Jim. Jill sucked me while she fucked Bill and then mom and dad came in for the clean up." He shakes his head. "Fuck, Muriel, my dad put my dick in his mouth. My fucking dad!" "Your daddy isn't the first man to have wants his woman can't take care of." "What?" Mark's face is getting all red. He holds his hands up and gestures to the ceiling. If I'd been home I'd have expected scripture or an amen, not from Mark. "What the fuck does that mean," he continues. "Let's pretend it's no big deal my father is bi, or gay. Does that make it okay for him to suck my dick? I'm his son." "Did you try to stop him?" "I pulled away. After I realized what was happening, I pulled away." "Did he follow you? Force you to do more?" "No, but still." "He ever do anything like that before, when you was little, maybe real little?" "Huh? No! Fuck no. My dad wouldn't do something like that." "Why do you say that?" I flip the sandwiches, trying not to preen at the sight of two perfectly toasted pieces of bread, golden brown from crust to crust. Gloating never leads to anything good, so I try not to gloat. But, damn, these sandwiches are toasted perfectly. I'm proud of my grilled cheese. I admit it. Hopefully, that won't lead to my destruction. Folks always fuck that up. It is a haughty nature that goes before a fall, not pride. Pride goeth before destruction. "Why? Because he's a good father, a great father. He'd never do anything to hurt us." His voice trails off as he realizes what he's saying. "That's what I've always thought about your daddy," I say, nodding. I'm paying close attention to my sandwiches. It's easy to forgot the griddle is already hot when you turn 'em. Easy to burn 'em if you don't pay attention. "I don't think he'd hurt you on purpose. Maybe he got a little too excited, like happens to all of us at times, and pushed things a little further than he meant to or than you cared for but I don't think he'd intentional hurt any of you." Mark clutches at his hair with both hands. "So incest is okay? That's what you're saying? As long as we aren't kids, it's okay? Really? Don't you think parents always have too much sway over their kids for it to ever be okay? Kids want to please their parents." "So, why are you over here and not over there letting your momma or your daddy suck your cock? If their pleasure or desires hold so much sway over you, what are you doing here?" I turn the burners off under the griddle. I put a sandwich on each of the plates on the counter and cut 'em kitty-cornered. I set one in front of Mark and one in front of the place next to him, then ladle us each a bowl of homemade soup. "You want milk or tea?" "Milk." I poured us each a glass and walked around the counter and sit down. ------ I take a bite of soup and roll my eyes heavenward. I can't help it. It's that good. It's clear the noodles are homemade. They're thick but light as dumplings. The chicken is plentiful and the veggies bright and not cooked to mush. "Holy shit, Muriel. This is unbelievable," I gush in total sincerity. "This is the best soup I've ever tasted." "Thank you, Mark," she replies with a nod as she picks up half a sandwich. "Don't let your grilled cheese get too cold. The bottom will sweat and get all soggy. I take a big bite; half of the half I'd picked up. "When you said you had a surprise, I had visions of a sex swing or something," I mumble around the sandwich, hiding my mouth politely with one hand. My 'see food' joke had not gone over well with Jill. The thought of my sister turns the sandwich to ashes in my mouth. I sit it down and take a drink of milk. Muriel's eyes never leave my face. I can't face them. I take a sudden interest in arranging the bread crumbs on my plate into a line with my forefinger. If I had a straw, or a bill to roll up, I could snort them. "Mark, let it go for awhile. sugar pie. Eat your supper. Quit trying to figure out everything all at once and just enjoy the soup. Tea helped but this is a chicken soup emergency or my name ain't Muriel, which according to the tattoo on my thigh it surely is." Tattoo? I don't recall seeing a tattoo. Wondering about that would lead to remembering last night, which would lead to remembering about this morning and that connected directly to this afternoon. I do my best to shut down that line of thought. I dare to risk soggy bread and focus on the soup. If the bread is soggy when I return to it, I don't notice. The milk is a perfect coda. I eye the glass. "Where did you get this? It's fantastic." Muriel starts clearing the counter. I join her. "Small dairy, across the Sound. Pasture fed cows. You kids have never tasted real milk, from cows fed on real grass. Cows nowadays all get the same feedlot feed, here and in Bum Fuck, Iowa, winter and summer, same old, same old." She shook her head in disgust. "Believe it or not, you use to be able to tell milk from a grass fed cow from one fed on hay. Some folks say it was the same with cheese or butter made from the milk. Any who that's all in the past now. There's a small dairy farmer, sells to a few restaurants and small old-time cheese makers around here." She nods at the glass. "He pasteurizes it. Folks think that's what kills the taste." She shakes her head. "Nope, it ain't that. It's that goddamn processed feed they give to all the cows nowadays." She hangs up the skillet before she speaks again. "You know, it's a funny thing, Mark, but Bill was standing right where you're standing this morning. Handing me that same skillet to dry." I'd been lulled by the rote mechanics of washing and by thoughts of cows and grass and what exactly was the magic that turned milk into the cheese that tasted so damn good when it was melted between buttery toasted slices of bread. As she spoke, all I saw was Bill. I saw his smile. I saw the way his dick looked when he was jerking off this morning. I saw the glow in his eyes as he sucked his best friend, a best friend it appeared was destined to be our sister's boyfriend. And I saw the way his dick looked when Jill rose up and I could see all but the head. It was glistening and shiny, hard and dark red. I feel sick to my stomach. For a moment I'm afraid Muriel's soup and toasted cheese sandwich will end up in her sink. Her hand is cool against my cheek. I take a shuddery breath, then another, and my queasiness passes. "Come on," she takes my hand and leads me down the hallway. I follow her into the bathroom. She points to a toothbrush. "That's an extra one, nobody's used it." She begins to brush her teeth. I follow suit. She steps to a large, old-fashioned soaking tub, claw foot, the feet gilded in gold, and begins filling it. I rinse my mouth. "Mom ran right over here after Bill's little stunt. She hasn't even bothered to call to check on me." I'm surprised at my anger, and my jealousy. "You don't believe that do you?" She looks over her shoulder, one hand under the gushing tap, testing the temperature. I shrug. "It's true." "No it ain't and I expect you know that yourself. She and Jill were hot on your tail when you came over here. I waved 'em off. Did you really want to talk to them then?" She didn't wait for an answer, yet another way she reminded me of my sister. "Soon as you fell asleep and I got my noodles rolled out I called over and talked to your momma and your daddy. Had to threaten to shoot the two of them in the ass with a load of salt to keep 'em from storming the castle, so to speak. They're beating themselves up as much as you are. And don't pretend to imagine they don't care the world about you." She shook the water off her hand. "Get in. Do it slow. Water's hot." I don't argue with her. For one thing, I know it's no use. For another, that bath looks good. I want to step in. I do and I hiss. Muriel wasn't lying about the water. I brace myself with my hands on both sides of the tub and do the up-down bob of someone lowering their body into a hot bath. I shoot up with a little more exuberance when my balls touch the water. Finally, I'm down. My ass is on the bottom and I lay back against the sloping tub. Of course, that part of the tub is cold but I don't mind. Muriel lets the water run until it's up to my neck. My eyes are closed but I know the water has to be nearly to the top of the tub. She shuts the water off. I'm careful not to move. I don't want to splash water on Muriel's floor. I hear her lower the toilet bowl lid. From the location of her voice, I assume she has seated herself atop it. A queen atop her throne. I smile a little. She is a queen. "So, tell me what happened." I talk. I tell her as much as I know. I don't make excuses for myself. I tell her how I had jerked off watching my parents fuck, while they watched Jim and Jill through the window. I confess I had pictures of mom and Jill and to an extent, dad and Jim, in my head while I jerked off. "You were seeing them, your momma and your daddy anyway, weren't you?" Muriel interjects for the first time since I had begun speaking. "Yes," I answer, eyes still closed. "Well, then it's not too surprising that's what you were thinking about is it?" "I suppose not. But it can't be right thinking about your sister or your mom, when you're jerking off. It can't be. Can it?" I hear a soft creak and then the sound of a cabinet door opening. When she speaks again it's from beside the tub. I jump a little and the water sloshes. "Didn't mean to spook you. Sorry. Settle back like you was." I hear her hand dip into the bath. The smell of soap fills the air. It's a light scent, not herbal or flowery. Clean is about the best word to describe it. A feel her body against my shoulder as she reaches over me and picks up my other arm. The washcloth is soft as it glides over my skin. She washes each finger, then my hand, working her way slowly up my arm. "Is it right?" Her breath smells of mint tooth paste. It's warm on my ear, cool on the wet skin of my neck. I shiver. If she notices, she pays it no mind. "I don't know, Mark. That's the honest truth. Maybe it's not right for you, seeing how upsetting you find it. It sure wasn't right for me." I resist the urge to open my eyes and look at her. "I never knew my real daddy. The man I grew up with was my step-dad. He was a good enough father, good enough man and husband in the beginning, before the drink sunk its claws deep into his soul and hung on for good." She rubs the cloth over my armpit. Normally, that would have tickled but I'm too focused on her words to notice this time. "Of course, booze can find nothing in a man's soul that ain't already made a home for itself there. Maybe, all of us have dark souls if we let someone, or something, dig deep enough. I don't know. What I do know is even if he was stinking falling down drunk I cannot imagine your daddy hurting any of you. Same wasn't true for my step-daddy. There's no need for details. When I started to come into my adulthood, his drinking and the rest got bad, really bad. Let's leave it at that." She dips the cloth and the soap and moves to my other arm before continuing. "So, no, for me there wasn't nothing right about it. But what happened to me and what happened to you got nothing in common, except maybe that family was involved. Beyond that, they're as different as night from day. Lust is not the same as sex or love. Lust is part of sex, mostly a good part. Without lust where'd we be? But lust for control, for satisfaction at any cost has got nothing to do with sex or love. See the difference? Understand what I'm getting at? "Love between parent and child, brother and sister, brother and brother is different than the love of two people for each other. There's all kind of emotions and feelings get wrapped up in that one little four letter word. A great deal of mischief arises from not keeping that fact in mind, as far as I'm concerned. "That kind of family love is not supposed to encompass desire, or so people claim. Maybe they're right. Maybe they aren't. I can claim wisdom or experience enough to say one way or the other. Human beings might have a soul - I think they do - but they're for sure part of this world and that means whatever soul they got is wrap up inside an animal. And animals are greedy. They only know themselves, know their needs. Sex is a powerful need, second maybe only to hunger. So, in that sense, maybe it was your momma's titties or her cootch, but the animal part of you didn't care. It just sees something it wants." She pauses. "Sit up, Mark." I do as she asks and she begins to wash my chest. "You're a smart fella. I know that. I'm not so dumb myself." When she speaks again, it's in a voice I've never heard. If I didn't know better, I'd swear Muriel has vanished and been replaced in the blink of an eye. This voice has a different rhythm, a different accent, stresses different vowels. "I was not fortunate enough to have the wherewithal to attend college, though I longed to do so. The majority of my childhood teachers mistook my quietness, my reserve, for stupidity. Unless it was something, such as mathematics, where 2 + 2 always equals 4, they uniformly gave me poor grades. Even if my thesis had not a single dangling participle, not a single misplaced comma, a strong statement and stronger arguments, I got a 'C' if I was lucky. Far more frequently, I was accused of cheating." There's a pause and Muriel, the Muriel I know, is back. "Lean forward so I can do your back." The feel of the cloth inscribing soapy circles across my shoulders draws a sigh from deep inside my chest. "No, I'm not dumb. I know how to say 'wash'. I chose to pronounce it 'wursh'. That's who I am. That's how I talk. I'm not changing who I am for a bunch of blind buffoons too dumb to listen to what I'm saying, not how I'm saying it." She moves to the foot of the tub. "Lay back again, sugar," she requests. Once again, I do as she asks. "You ticklish?" I shake my head. She picks up one foot, washes it and my lower leg, then the other. "On your knees." I comply without questioning. She wrings the cloth out and drapes it over the side of the tub. She rubs the soap in her hands and reaches between my legs. Her hands are gentle. She washes my cock and balls, before reaching between my legs and washing my ass. Her fingers glide over my butthole and I feel my cock twitch to life against her forearm. She finishes and I'm a little sad. She reaches past me and pulls the old rubber plug from the drain, draping the chain over the spigot. She twists at the waist and retrieves an old stainless steel pitcher. The kind mom used to use iced tea if no company was coming over. This one is missing its handle. Muriel turns on the water, adjusts the temperature and fills the pitcher. "Lean over, Mark." When I do, warm water cascade over my head and down my back. I shiver again. Her hand appears in front of my face, haloed by my dripping hair. "You wash your face. I don't want to get soap in your eyes." As I rub my soapy hands across my face, her fingers work shampoo into my hair. I hear the sing of the water in the pitcher and then water pours over my hair. I scrub the soap from my face. Again. Again. The next time she pours the water down my back, rinsing away the shampoo suds. The water runs into the crack of my ass and her playful fingers follow. "Lean back, sugar." I sit back on my feet and she pours a fresh pitcher over my chest. I lean back further and the next pitcher flows over my cock and crotch. I'm hard, have been since her hands had touched me there. Muriel runs her hands over my chest and belly. She grasps my cock, fondles my balls. "You getting cold?" I shake my head. She reaches behind the tub and retrieves a wooden tray, designed to rest on the rim of the tub and make a shelf for a book or a drink or whatever you had a mind to bathe with. "You think that would hold you? If you sat near the edge of the tub?" I take it from her and try to flex it. I feel no give. "Yeah, I think so. Why?" She doesn't answer. She gets up and sets the attachment across the tub, as close to the sloping back of the tub as she can. She hands me a towel. "Sit on that. Easier on your butt." She leaves, seeming to hurry for the first time since I'd known her. She returns with one of the dining room chairs. She drops a towel over the seat and sits down. She grabs a comb and combs out my wet hair. I nearly fall asleep, it feels so relaxing. She fills the pitcher again and tips a bit of water over my chest and sets it down in the tub. Six little streams of water squirted out of the holes where the rivets that held the handle in place had once been. Muriel reaches behind her and, tipping the chair back, is able to open the linen closet. When she turns back she has a can of lady's shaving cream and one of those razors designed for ladies. "This is a new razor; in case you were wondering." I shrug. I wasn't. She squirts a handful of shaving cream into her left hand. She uses the fingers of her right to spread the cream over my left arm and armpit. She has to reach across me. I hadn't noticed when she washed that arm but this time I'm very conscious of the weight of her breast on my right arm and side. She shaves my arm slowly, carefully, stopping to flick the shaving cream off the razor and into the bottom of the tub. She presses under my elbow and I raised my arm. She shaves my armpit. She picks up the pitcher, only half full now and no longer leaking, and pours some over the razor before using the rest to rinse off my arm and armpit. She does my right arm. The feel of her fingers smoothing shaving cream over my chest somehow manages to be relaxing and erotic at the same time. The feel of the blade riding over my collar bones makes me shiver. Shivering at her touch is becoming a habit. She shaves slowly around my nipples. Wiping the cream away to check, using short little jabbing strokes to rid them of any stragglers. Then she turns to my belly. She has to push my cock down with the side of her arm to shave my pubis. Next, she shaves the shaft and my sack. I stand and rest one foot on the rim of the tub. She shaves my leg, up to my crotch. Then the other. I turn. She shaves the back of my legs. I put a foot on the back rim of the tub and squat slightly, opening my ass to her. She dabs shaving cream in the crack of my ass, spreads my cheeks with one hand and then shaves my ass. She checks the results as she had with my nipples, fingertips wiping and razor stroking. On the Beach Ch. 08 I stand up in the tub. Muriel stands beside the tub and turns on the water. She fills the old tin pitcher and holds it above my head. I tilt my head back and let her rinse my body clean. ---- By the time I thought of shaving Mark's body for him, he seemed to have relaxed quite a bit. At least his face stopped looking like it might crumble into sobs at any minute. I didn't make too much of his erection. Men got erections all the time. Of course, they pretty much want to fuck all the time as well but in this case I didn't think that was high up on Mark's priorities. Sweet Jesus, shaving his young, slender and hard body had got my motor revving. I had bathed him to offer comfort. There was no lust in it. I can't say the same for the shaving. My mind had moved on to other things besides comforting. When he tilted his head back and arched his back for me to rinse him, it was all I could do to keep my hands and mouth off his dick. It jutted out from his body, all smooth and brown from the sun, a crystal clear drop of precum hanging from the slit. It felt my own juices running down my legs. I was glad I put a towel on the chair. Damn. When I turn the water off, Mark picks up the towel he'd been sitting on and runs it over his head, drying his hair. He pats the rest of his body dry and steps out of the tub. "Your turn," he whispers. "I showered right before you came over and haven't done anything to work up a sweat." He presses the flat of his hand against my pussy, the middle finger pressing between the lips. "Did you shave?" "No. I wax, sugar." "Feels a little stubbly." "Probably. I'm about due." "Want me to shave you, Muriel?" His finger is working inside my pussy. When it comes to worldliness, I had Mark beat all to hell but, damn, his finger is sure distracting. "I always get razor burn. That's why I wax." "Then you're doing it wrong. I'll show you." He pulls his hand away. "Get in the tub." "Mark," I start to protest but he puts that wet finger in his mouth and sucks on it. "In the thub," he lisps around his finger. I do as he asks. I'll be Johnny Brown if he doesn't tease me. He shaves under my arms, rinses 'em, tut-tutts at how poor a job he's done and does it again. Then my legs. I had paid good money for laser treatments. My legs weren't hairy. That doesn't give him pause. He shaves them anyway. Then he starts petting my poor over-excited pussy, saying he needs to understand which direction the hair grows in. My problem, he explains, is that I had probably shaved against the grain instead of with it. And, he tut-tutts again, I had probably neglected to exfoliate, gently, to keep the pores open. He'll be happy to show me. By the time he spreads the shaving cream over my cunt, I damn near come from just his touch. He doesn't tease with the razor, though. He is all serious. He takes his time. He doesn't nick me once, not even when he spreads the top of my lips and uses the corner of the razor to shave around my clit, and the whole time it was just twitching like somebody was running electricity through it. When he asks me to turn, I don't hesitate. I turn and spread my ass with both hands. He fingers my bottom, shaves it, rinses it, and fingers it some more. I don't mean to say he puts his finger inside me, not that I would have minded, but he just strokes my bunghole with his fingertips. I stand in the middle of the tub and he rinses me, much as I had rinsed him. He holds a towel out for me and wraps me in it when I stepped out. When we kiss, it is more comforting than erotic, a kiss of gratitude and friendship as much as it was lustful. His lips feel nice on mine. So do the arms he wraps around my waist. I tell myself to be careful. I could love this man and he could love me but falling in love would be a dead end road. I have to make sure that didn't happen. ------ When Muriel steps back, she smiles at me before turning away. I follow her to her bedroom. It's a simple room. It has none of the country character one might expect from her accent. The walls are covered with more art, some of it was quite - well, arousing. She turns back the covers and climbs in. I follow. I lay on my side, head propped on one hand. I put my other hand behind her neck and pull her toward me. I move toward her and push my hard-on into the warmth of her body. I love the feel of her lips, of her palm on the side of my face. I tear myself from the comfort of her mouth and kiss my way down her neck. I have to move down in the bed to reach her nipple. It's already hard. I strive to barely touch it. I have a vision of the air compressing between the tip of my tongue and the peak of her firm nipple. I want her to feel my tongue, or imagine she feels it, before it ever touches her flesh. Her fingers work in my hair. When I touch her nipple, her fingers clench. She moans softly above me. Her body shifts as she bends to kiss the top of my head. I move my tongue around her nipple, moving as slowly as possible, using my tongue to create a memory of the topography of that small little hillock of skin and nerves that's the source of so much pleasure. I inch outward, tracing a spiral galaxy of sensations with the tip of my tongue. Muriel pushes her crotch against my leg. It's warm and wet, very wet. Her pussy feels so slick and smooth rubbing over my hairless thigh. I add that to the list of reasons to shave my body, the elimination of all that can be eliminated that separates my skin from my lover's. Muriel moves her hips, rubbing herself against my leg. I begin to rhythmically tighten my quads, matching her movements, giving her something firm to rub against. My tongue completes its encirclement of her areola. It amazes me that I can feel the difference between the skin of her nipple and the softer, smoother texture of her actual breast. I pull the nipple and areola into my mouth. My one free hand, the one I'm not lying on, cups her other breast. I don't pinch or pull with my fingers. I keep my hand flat and brush the palm over the nipple, barely grazing it. She stiffens. She reaches for my hand and pulls it to her mouth. She licks the palm, one long, slow stroke of her tongue, and puts my hand back over her breast. With great gentleness, I suck the nipple between my lips. I flick the tip of my tongue over it, a half a dozen times, fast as I can, then let it go. I pause long enough for her body to wonder if I have abandoned it before plucking at it with my lips. I tug, release, tug again, over and over. My thigh is drenched in her pussy juice. She slides her cunt up and down my leg, gyrating circles against it, or simply humping against it in seemingly random patterns. With my mouth, I decide to repeat the sequence, adding a long puff of air that causes her already hard nipple to contract even harder. Blow, touch, circle, suck, flick, pluck. Repeat. It may sound boring but it works. My other hand simply presses against her breast. I interrupt the sequence when the humping against my thigh reached a crescendo. I suck her nipple between my lips and pull at it, much more firmly than I have been doing. As her fingers yank at my hair, I start to flick her nipple, not fast, but hard, deliberately, pushing with my stiffened tongue until the nipple is as far to one side as it will go before letting up the pressure just enough for it to whip back to its natural position. Her mouth drops to my shoulder. Her teeth press against the skin. "Oh, my fucking God, don't stop. Please. Don't stop. Harder. It's okay. Harder." The last syllable stretches into space and disappears as she bites my shoulder, hips convulsing against my thigh. ----- As I lay there, gasping for breath, I try to remember if I'd ever cum like that before, dry humping a leg while my tit was being played with. If I had, it wasn't as memorable as this. Mark played with my nipple, in much the same way his momma does. Could something like that be inherited? Even accounting for the events of the day, there was no way Mark could have ever seen the way his momma played with a titty. I remain here snuggled against the smooth skin of his chest. My fingers move over his arm. I hope I hadn't bit him too hard but Jesus, I had to do something to keep from screaming. The image of me bucking against his leg, screaming my fool head off, while the folks next door stood on the deck mouths agape, set me off to giggling. "What's so funny?" Goddamn men and their insecurities. I nip his chest and he yelps. "I was imagining the reaction next door if I had screamed as loud as I wanted to just now. Nothing funny about what you did to me. Jesus, that was something else." "Really?" I roll my eyes instead of nipping that time. "Yes, really. You're what twenty-three, -four? You're a better lover than most men I've met and right up there with most women, come to think of it." "Twenty-two, almost twenty-three." He is quiet a moment. "Thank you." "Thank you, ya ninny. Christ, you nearly killed me and you're worried I didn't like it? Men amaze me sometime. You must have had more pussy than anyone else on that campus of yours. I'm surprised you had time to graduate." "Nope. Only one." I raise up to look at him. I think he has to be pulling my leg. No one made love that sweet and hard without a lot of practice. "You pulling my leg?" He shakes his head. "I dated one girl through all of college. She was in my freshmen orientation group. Christina." He says no more but I kept quiet. I know he has more to say. I rest my cheek back against his chest. "I asked her to marry me. She didn't even pretend to need time to think about it. She was polite enough to blush when she told me she 'pictured our relationship' as part of her youth and now she was moving into 'new avenues of adulthood'. I would 'always' be her 'first' love but the time for first love was over." My head jostled as he snorts. "From what I hear she found second love awfully fast. She's living with some dude she met working as an intern at the accounting firm she took a job with." "What a stupid cunt." Mark almost bounces me off his chest laughing. "It's my turn. What's so funny?" "Jill said the exact same thing. You two are a lot alike. Bull-headed. Always sure your right." "Nothing wrong with that." I tilt my head to look at him and he looks back. "Although," I add, "keep in mind, I try not to open my mouth unless I'm pretty sure I know what I'm talking about." "Fair enough," he whispers and scoots down to kiss me. When he moves I feel his hard-on against me. I had nearly forgotten, lost in the haze of my orgasm and his words. I roll him onto his back and sit astraddle his belly. His eyes narrow. I lean over and resume our kiss. We kiss and kiss. Seems like there would be only so many permutations of lips and tongues but kissing never seems to get dull, assuming you're kissing the right person. Even so, other ideas come to mind. I stretch out over him, resting my hands on the headboard. My breasts cradle his face. His face is the one part of him I hadn't shaved. His whiskers are scratchy against the soft skin of my breast. I let him play with my nipples a little but not for long. They are just too sensitive. I tell him that, mindful of his male ego. I don't want him wondering if he'd done something wrong. I wiggle my way lower on his hard belly. I reach between our bodies and guide his cock into my cunt. He starts to move, starts to fuck me. I put two fingers over his lips. "Just put yourself inside me, baby. Okay?" He groans in frustration but his hips stop moving. "It'll be worth it, lover. Promise." Men love to play with women's nipples. Men's nipples have the same nerves as a woman's. Why do so many men ignore their nipples? Is it because they think playing with their nipples is gay? Beats me. I gave up on trying to understand men a long time ago. Women, too, I'm not sexist. Women are just as fucked up as men. I grind my pelvis into his, as I stretch forth my tongue. I watch his eyes on my tongue. I do to him what he had done, very effectively, to me. I let the tip of my tongue touch his right nipple and then pull away. I feel his body move under mine as his ass cheeks clench. Good. I set to work on his nipples. I get the right one good and hard with my lips and tongue. I roll and pull at the left one with my fingers. I switch back and forth. Soon enough, Mark's fingers are in my hair. When the clenching of his ass becomes a little too strong and little too vigorous I stop. I lift my pussy off his cock. "No, please. Let me fuck you," he begs. I stretch over him and give him a kiss, loving the feel of his hard, wet cock sliding over my belly. "Trust me, baby." I kiss my way down his body. I love the hard ridges of muscle over his stomach. He presses his cock into my cleavage. I sit on my knees, lean over my thighs and titty-fuck him. That doesn't last very long. I sense him getting close and pull away. "Fuck," he gasps and collapses back onto the bed. I'm impressed he didn't reach for his cock. I'd asked him to trust me and he is. My Lord, I am torn. I want to suck his cock, almost more than anything. It's so damn pretty, all angry and wet from my body. I love the taste of my pussy, especially when I can taste it on a beautiful cock. I move Mark's leg up with one hand, giving myself room. I raise up on my knees and begin to fuck my cunt with three fingers. Mark's eyes are closed but when nothing seems to be happening, he opens them. They zero in on my pumping fingers. When I have his attention, I pull my fingers out of my cunt and shove them in my mouth. His hips wiggle beneath me. I shove my fingers back inside my cunt and begin to bounce up and down on my hand, making my tits bounce on my chest. I pull my fingers out and, supporting myself with my other arm, lean over Mark. I feel his cock slide over my cunt. When I touch my slick fingers to his lips he opens his mouth and gobbles them up so ferociously for a moment I fear he may bite them off. His tongue, wraps around each finger. He sucks at them, pressing hard against my cunt. Enough. I move back between his legs. I lick his cock, savoring the flavor of my cunt mingled with that of his cock. I don't suck him. I put my hands behind his knees and lift. He resists at first, possibly because he doesn't know what I want him to do. He relaxes and I roll him into a ball. When I suck his left nut into my mouth he flinches, then relaxes. His moaned, incoherent chorus of "fuck" and "Jesus" become my background music. I switch balls. Try, and fail, to get both in my mouth. When my tongue touches behind his ball sack, he doesn't respond but as I move further back, he stiffens. "Muriel, I might be dirty or something," he protests. "Sugar, I bathed you. Remember? Ain't nothing dirty about you, lover boy." I can't see a reason to be coy. I touch the darker brown of his pucker with my tongue. I feel it spasm as he moans. His legs press against my hands but I hold them down. I swirl my tongue around his asshole, as he had swirled his around my nipples. He begins to rock under my hands. I make my tongue as rigid as I can and push. He gasps. I fuck his ass with my tongue, my nose flattening against the ridge that runs from his asshole to his ball sack. His balls are rested on my forehead. I long to have him squat over my face, or better, to roll him by his shoulders, ass straight up and open to my oral assault, to mouth fuck his ass until he shoots his load all over his face. Not today. Today, I'm too impatient. Not today. Someday, though. I let a mouthful of spit wash over his asshole. I shift my body, put my middle finger in my pussy, soaking it. I push my fingertip against his asshole. There's a moment of resistance and then I'm inside. "Holy fuck," he gasps as I turned my hand over. I begin to flex my finger against his prostate and to rub it. I bend over, my hair brushing his belly and scoop his cock up into my mouth. I bob my head over the crown as the finger in his ass continues to roam over the twin walnuts of his male G-spot. His hips rocket off the bed. His cock buries itself in my throat so quickly I gag. I hadn't gagged on a cock in over a decade. He shoots his load so far into my throat all I taste is the last residual spasms and he relaxes onto my hand. My finger is still deep in his ass when I raise my head. For some reason, perhaps I heard something or caught movement in the periphery of my vision, I turn toward the door to my bedroom. Bill is standing there, a look of concentration on his face. He's nude. His cock hangs between his legs. He crosses to the bed and climbs in. Mark opens his eyes when the mattress shifts. Bill lays down on his back beside him. Mark is on his side, my hand trapped between his legs, and nestles his head on his brother's shoulder. He tenses a little when I pull my finger free. I quietly go into the bathroom and wash my hand. I crawl across the two brothers, rolled on my side, and press myself to Mark's back. That's how we fall asleep. On the Beach Ch. 09 Murphy was in heaven. Her mind was no longer wondering if this was the right thing to do. She allowed herself to be driven by the passion that enveloped her body. His lips were soft and she moved hers against them. She waited for him to reach up and squeeze her breast but he didn't even attempt to touch her. "So different than Robert's groping," she thought and immediately chastised herself for allowing that comparison to creep into her head. Bill followed her lead and didn't force himself upon her. After the first kiss he realized that she was happy making out like a teenager and he was happy to oblige. Their hands stayed outside of their clothes but they searched out each other's nice spots with their lips and tongues. He found out that Murphy liked to have her earlobe gently sucked and when he first approached it with his lips she pulled away for a moment and removed her earrings from her pierced ears. When she sat back up on the sofa, after placing the earrings on the coffee table, she loosened the belt of her robe in what Bill decided was an obvious invitation to carry their necking a little bit farther. Back in his arms, Murphy bent her neck and encouraged Bill to tease her from her shoulder to her hairline. She decided to make the first move and coming up for air she moved him back away from her and helped him pull his tee-shirt up over his head. Sitting back slightly, Murphy placed her palms flat against Bill's chest and gently played with his nipples. "I like that," he said and gently caressed her cheek. Bill's cock was already standing straight up under his boxers and the additional sensations she was giving to him stretched the skin until it almost hurt. He moved his hand from her cheek, down over her shoulder and down her side to her thigh. Murphy wrapped her arms around him and placed her cheek against his chest. When Bill found the opening in her robe and moved his hand to her thigh to caress her leg from her knee to her hip, she raised her head and again offered her lips to him. They hungrily kissed with more passion than any of their previous ones. Murphy was the aggressor and she almost smashed her wide-open mouth against his as their tongues slid and thrust in and out of each other's mouths. Moving his hand from the outside of her left leg that he had been fondling to the inside of her right thigh. He felt her stiffen for a moment and then relax and lift her left leg slightly to allow him easier access to reach his goal. Palming her thigh his fingers slowly moved up until he could feel the heat and moisture her body was producing as a result of their ardor. When his fingers were only a fraction of an inch from the junction of her thighs Murphy broke their kiss, closed her thighs and leaning back she looked into his eyes. Murphy felt her body trembling on the inside. Her pussy was itching and she desperately wanted to scratch it. Taking off Bill's shirt was something that she had not planned but it seemed to be the right thing to do. She didn't want to dissuade him in any way and he seemed to be hesitant in taking their necking to the next stage. His tongue was twining around hers and she alternated between sliding hers against his to clasping it with her lips and sucking on it. When Bill moved his hand to the inside of her thigh she momentarily felt herself tense up. After all this was the first man besides Robert that had touched her since she was married. Her mind flicked back to the episode on the beach and the almost unbearable sensations she felt when he had touched her and she lifted her leg to give his fingers access to her itch. She felt every millimeter of his almost hesitant progress up her leg and she was anticipating his fingers finally touching her where she wanted to be touched when a sudden thought crossed her mind and she pulled back. "Is something wrong?" Bill worriedly asked. "Wait a minute," she said and disentangling herself from him, reclined back on her elbows and raising her foot she placed it in his lap. She could feel his arousal when she rested her high-heeled sandal on his lap and felt his throbbing erection. She immediately knew what it was and she considered moving it away from him but the thought that he was so aroused by her changed her mind and she rubbed him with the side of her foot. Bill couldn't read the expression on her face in the dim light but he could feel what she was doing with her foot. Her white teeth indicated that she was smiling at him when she giggled and continued to rub her foot against his erection. "I guess this old gal still has something left! Huh?" she giggled. "Take my anklets off, please!" For a split second, he was unsure what she meant until she lifted her foot and waggled it. Realizing what she wanted him to do, he fumbled with the metal chains to find the clasp. "Why?" he asked. "They were gifts from Robert and I don't want to wear them anymore. Take them off please!" He found the clasps and one by one he removed the jewelry and placed them on the coffee table next to her earrings. "Thank you," she said and swinging her legs down to the floor she sat up and begin removing her marriage rings. Watching as she struggled to get her wedding band off of her finger he imagined the conflict that she was feeling. The rings had been on for so long that her finger had almost grown around them. She finally had to put her finger in her mouth to wet it so it could slide off. Placing it on the table and holding her hand up she looked at her now naked fingers, wiggled them and stood up crossing to the balcony doors where she stood looking out onto the moonlit ocean. Untying the belt of her robe she shrugged her shoulders and it slithered down her body to the floor where she kicked it over to the side and stood there in nude silhouette looking out at the moonlit ocean. "I'm ready," she quietly said. Bill rose and slipping his boxers down he stepped out of them and walked up behind her. She was standing with her hands clasped in front of her belly, she didn't move until she felt his protruding erection touch her lower back. Shuddering with the sensation she leaned back against him and he lowered his face to her neck and gently rained little kisses along her shoulder. Placing his palms flat against the outside of her thighs he gently caressed them until Murphy reached down and taking hold of his hands she raised them to her breasts, pressed his fingers into cups against her softness, and held them there for a moment before releasing him. Murphy moaned when Bill gently squeezed her soft, pillow-like breasts and found her engorged nipples. He teased them with his fingers and moving his hips he rubbed his hard cock against her lower back and ass. He could feel his pre-cum leaving a trail against her skin and she pushed back against him to let him know it was all right. His touch on her nipples sent sensations surging through her body. He captured them with his thumb and forefinger and teased them by gently rubbing them from their aureole to their tips ending each caress with a gentle tug She felt the blood rush to her breasts and her pussy lips engorge until she could feel them rubbing against her thighs. . The heat of his erection almost burned her and she felt his oils smoothing the friction between it and her lower back. Raising herself higher on her toes, she spread her thighs and lifted her leg to allow his cock to slip between them. She could feel his knees on the backs of her thighs and his hand between their bodies when he stooped and pushed his cock so he could fit it in between her legs and up against the heat and wetness of her pussy. Murphy lowered herself back down onto her heels and clamped her thighs together against his cock. Shuddering and quietly moaning, she masturbated herself by slipping her soaking wet pussy back and forth against him aware that their combined lubrication enhanced the erotic feelings that both were experiencing. Bill moved in counter rhythm to hers until she reached down and grasped the head of his cock when it slid out in front of her pussy. It was his turn to moan when she captured his sensitive crown between her thumb and her fingers and gently spread their oils around it. Her pussy was becoming so sensitive that she could barely stand the feeling of his cock against it and the more she thrilled herself with the friction of their skin the more excruciating the feeling. It was as if she had an itch that she knew would not go away no matter how hard she scratched but she kept scratching anyway. "You'd better stop that or we are going to have a tough time cleaning my stuff from out of the screened door," he groaned into her ear. Releasing him, Murphy turned around and held herself tightly against him rubbing his cock between their bellies. "We can't waste it on an old screen door can we? How about putting it into an old gal?" she giggled. "Come on, let's use a bed. My old legs can't do this anymore." On the Beach Ch. 09 The family, minus Mark, and Jim continue to deal with the fallout of their actions. Mark turns to Muriel for help in understanding what is happening to him and his family. Again, the primary action is incest but there is MM sex. You've been warned. Thanks, as always, to LarryInSeattle. ========== Jill and mom hurry after Mark. I notice a string of my cum detach itself from my sister's pussy. It lands on top of my left thigh. I had never hated fucking girls, even though I have no real desire to do so. Why, I wonder had I loved fucking Jill. That is totally fucked up. I'm gay. I've known that since I was sixteen. I've had sex with women but the truth is I had only been jerking off using their bodies. This had been different. I'm a gay man who loves fucking only one woman, his sister. Jesus, no wonder Mark wants to get away from me. Jim stands there, cock hanging above my head, for a moment before turning to sit on the end of the bed. I inch toward the head of the bed. My head is no longer hanging off the end of the bed. I unconsciously swipe at a bit of cum on my cheek and lick my finger clean. My father turns to sit and I scoot over, bumping into Jim. I let my arm lie across Jim's lap. I casually brush my fingers over his side. He doesn't resist. I hesitate, wondering if it is a good idea, then wrap my other arm around my father's back. "Did you tell mom?" I ask when the silence becomes too much too bear. "Yes." "All of it?" He nods. Jill and mom have returned and are standing in the doorway. He continues, outwardly at least unconcerned by the presence of his daughter and her boyfriend. "Yes, all of it. I told her I was bisexual, that I always had been. I told her about the one time with my friend. I told her how, until today, I had done nothing more than watch and fantasize. I told her that changed today, that today I had done something I haven't done for twenty years, sucked a cock. And," he goes on after pausing, "I told her it was yours." Jim jumps a little at that and turns to look at my father. Dad sits, not moving, looking at his hands. When he speaks, he raises his head to look at me. "I explained you had no idea it was me but that afterwards you asked me to fuck you and I did." Beside me, I heard Jim whistle softly threw his teeth in astonishment. "What did she do?" "Slapped me. Split my lip." He turns to show me, turning his lip out with both hands. "Told me I was sick, disgusting, a liar, a pervert and that she hated me and wanted me to get the fuck out of her sight, her house, and her life." "What did you do?" Jim asks. My father shrugs. "What could I do? I told her I agreed with every word she had said, that I understood and I'd pack up, head back to Norfolk and find a hotel. I told her she should stay here, maybe with Muriel, to give me time to get my stuff out." "What happened then?" I prod when he remained silent. "I started wailing," mom says as he came over to sit by my father. I move my arm and Jill sits on Jim's lap. He leans back on his hands. I drape my arm across my sister's lap. "I wanted him away from me," mom continues. "I didn't want to see him or touch him or hear him but as soon as he said he'd go, the reality of not having him with me hit. "I don't understand any of this, none of it. Not what happened yesterday, not what happened today, not just what your father has done but what I've done as well. What has he done that is so much worse than what I've done? If he's a monster, so am I, maybe we are, both of us. I don't know. But it hit me if he needed to leave, well, then so did I. "He pulled me up onto the bed and we cuddled up and cried and rocked and whispered to each other how much we loved each other. He told me he was the one to blame and I said no, it was me. Then we realized there was no point, not then, of talking about it. We cried ourselves out and then came to find you all. To tell you what we'd been doing was bad, was wrong and ask you if you wanted your father and me to leave." "We found you," she said with a rueful snort. "Conveniently, all in one place." She shrugs. "The rest you know. Except Mark ran over to Muriel's. We started to follow but she gave us a glare and a wave and disappeared inside with him." She turned to look past our dad, at Jill. "I swear, Jill. If I hadn't seen you come wiggling out between my legs with my own eyes, I'd swear you were Muriel's kid. You could have been dug out of her ass with a spoon." Jill looks at her calmly. "I love Muriel. I take that as a compliment." "I love her too," mom replies. "And you certainly may take it as a compliment." She holds Jill's eyes. "Did you know your father and I are Muriel's lovers?" Jill nods. "I knew you were. Don't you remember last night? Muriel offered to teach me to eat pussy like she had taught you. I wasn't sure about daddy though. I found it hard to imagine you'd cheat on him." Mom smiles. "I don't remember Muriel saying that now. Jesus, what a character that woman is. It would be easy to get the wrong impression of Muriel. Most people would label her as a 'bad' person but she's far from it. She's smarter than most imagine, with a good head on her shoulders, a big heart, and if there's a mean bone in her body I've never seen it. That's why I didn't raise a fuss when she, more or less, asked permission - no that's not right, she more or less told us, she was planning to seduce Mark." "Did she really?" Jill squeaks. "That's wonderful. He's been a mess since that fucking idiot cunt dumped him." "You mean..." Jill cut her off. "Do not say that bitch's name in my presence. No, it was not mutual. Do not ever, ever, tell Mark I told you this but he bought her a ring and asked her to marry him. Why do you think he's flat broke, despite working his ass off besides going to school?" "Why didn't he tell me?" I wonder aloud. "Did you ask?" Jill demands. "I finally did, not that I'm claiming to be any better a sister than you are a brother. I was thinking that today, when Mark walked in on us in the bathroom, what a shitty sister I've been to him. I was also so wrapped up in adoring you." She pointed a finger at me. "And then in trying to get my 'brawny Moor', if I may quote Mr. Nightlinger, into the sack I was a total self-centered little cunt." "I don't like that word," my mother snaps. "Who the fuck you calling a Moor and who the fuck is Mr. Nightlinger? Jesus Christ," Jim rants. "And I was afraid you crazy mother-fuckers would have a problem with Jill dating a black man? Jesus Christ on a jumped up pony, you people are mother-fucking whacked out of your minds." Jill begins to giggle. Even mom smiles. My father, however, is dead serious. "Hush, Jill. It isn't funny, not in the least. How many friends you think we'd have left if they knew what had happened here in the past, what, barely twenty-four hours, if that?" He fixed his eyes on Jim. "You need to decide if what you've seen of us 'crazy mother-fuckers' is too much to handle." He shifted his eyes to Jill, who was quiet. "And you need to decide if it is too much for Jim. Can you handle cutting us off to be with him. There's nothing in any of that worth chuckling about." "Mr. Casey." My ears prick up at Jim's choice of words. "I love your daughter," he continues. I feel Jill stiffen under my arm. "I should have told her that alone first, she deserves that, but seems like we need to get that out in the open. I don't know shit about how white people behave, except where it pertains to me personally. I've knowed more than one dude fucking his sister, or daddy diddling his daughter. All them situations was ugly. I ain't witnessed nothing here, nothing between any of y'all that's ugly. Crazy? Sure but not ugly. If I can let Jill's ugly ass brother suck my crank, well, I can put up with anything." This time I join Jill's giggles. Jim ignores us. "I intend to make the girl mine, I won't lie about that, but I'd never ask her to forsake her own kin. She wouldn't do it and I'd be unhappy, or if she did she'd be unhappy." Jill swivels in his lap. I grimace for him. Women don't know what it feels like to have someone twist around while they're sitting on your dick. Jim doesn't seem to mind. Jill kisses him, a noisy smack of a kiss. "I can't believe you've never seen 'The Cowboys'. It's the only John Wayne movie worth seeing." She leans forward to look at our father. "Save it, daddy, you aren't gonna convince me of the merits of the great Duke. Sorry." "Jill?" Jim asks in a soft voice. "Huh?" "You're a little bit of a thing but your butt is bony. You mind hopping off? My legs are going to sleep." Even dad manages a smile at the look on Jill's face. Jim simply holds her eyes until she hops off. She holds out a hand to help him up, so I assume she's forgiven him. As they were leaving, Jill hops onto Jim's back. He wasn't expecting it and they both nearly fall. Their giggles trail away. The three of us sit, not speaking, alone with the smell of sex and cum. Mom starts to speak, pauses and then closes her mouth. She moves back to sit with her back against the wall at the head of the bed. "I was going to ask why you wanted your father to do that but I realized it was a silly question," she informs me, wiggling away from the saggy edge of the bed. I move my feet to give her room. She lets her hand rest on my leg. "I really needed someone to want me, anyone, at that moment. I think it's as simple as that. I've never done that before, not with a real person. I knew it would be safe. I knew dad wouldn't hurt me. Besides, I could see he was ready to explode." I raise up on my elbows to look at her. "He's been horny, in a way, for twenty years. I know you satisfy him but you're a woman, not a man. I know how that feels. I thought, I don't know, it would be less hard for you, if it was me and not some stranger." She cocks her head at me. "You imagined it would be easier to hear my husband had butt fucked his son over hearing he'd butt fucked a stranger? Really?" I shrug, a difficult maneuver in the position I'm in. "When you put it like that it sounds pretty dumb. But at the time, you know how hard it is to think when all you want to do is fuck, I know you do. You'd never had let dad nail you in front of us last night, or watch Jill fucking Jim, if you were in your usually, every day, this-is-how-it's-suppose-to-be frame of mind." "How did you know about watching Jill?" "I was listening at the door. When they finally calmed down, I could hear the two of you going at it." Everyone is quiet for a time. "Did you enjoy it?" mom asks. "What? Watching you guys in the pool? Watching Jill suck off Jim? Watching Mark and Muriel? Listening to Jim fuck Jill? Listening to dad fuck you? Getting my dick sucked by my father? Or having him 'butt fuck' me, as you put it?" Her face paled at my words but I didn't stop. "It all sorta runs together. You realize it hasn't even been a full day - won't be until this evening, that you and dad fucked and sucked each other in the pool?" I let my head fall back onto the bed. "I enjoyed it. All of it. Even surrendering Jim to my sister. Holy shit, I forgot a couple things. I fucked Jill and let Jim cock fuck my mouth, oh, and I Frenched Mark before all that." I'm quiet for a minute. "I enjoyed that to. I hope he's okay." "So do I," mom whispers. Dad scoots her over and sits down beside her. She leans over onto his chest and his arm goes around her shoulder. I roll onto my side, facing their legs. No one speaks or moves; we are thinking about Mark. ---- "You really love me?" "I really love you." "Thanks, that makes me happy," I whisper as we snuggle in Jim's tiny double bed. "You don't think I'm, we're, too young? I know mom worries we're not old enough to know what love is." "Why? She seems to have figured it out at your age, didn't she?" "Uh-huh," I agree. "It's always different though when it's someone else's story. I think that the only thing that makes someone 'too young' is if they still have this idea that loves is all goo-goo eyes and kissy face and everyone farting fairy dust. I know it's not like that. I've seen my parents go at each other. They both have awful tempers but they're never hateful to each other." I tilted my head to look at Jim. "That's all I ask, you can get mad at me, you can yell at me but don't be hateful, in word or deed. I'd have a problem putting up with that." "Back at ya, you little white she-devil." "If you can call me that, why can't I call you a brawny Moor?" "You can call me whatever you want, baby." ---- All I meant to do was give her a quick kiss on the pussy. It seems like we'd been fucking non-stop since last night. I was just going to give her a quick little peck atop her little girly clit. But things got out of hand. First off, she's still wet. I know, no point to lying, she's mostly wet with her brother's spunk. Now, if you'd have asked me, would I ever get turned on by the idea of some other dude's spunk in my woman's pussy, I'd probably have kicked your ass. But then, face to face as it is, with the situation, I find my tongue darting forward, and not toward her clit either. I push my tongue between those pink glistening pussy lips and into Jill's cunt. She spreads her legs wide and both hands push against the back of my head. I take that as a positive sign. I eat my best friend's spunk out of his sister's cunt and the whole time I'm doing it, I'm seeing my cock spurting into his mouth and over his chest. I think I have her pretty much cleaned out, leastways all I'm tasting is her pussy, but when she cums, my mouth fills with a taste I now recognize as Bill's, my best friend. Jill pulls me up beside her. Her mouth is all over mine. "God," she pants when she's done. "I wish there was some way to eat your cum out of my own cunt. I'd fucking love that." I don't say nothing. "Did you like that?" I grunt. "It was okay," I finally admit. "Uh, could you, you know, taste..." "Yes, baby. I could taste Bill inside your pussy." "I could too, on your face and mouth I mean, when we kissed." She pulls my face down and pecks me on the lips. "You don't have to," she starts to say and I interrupt her. "Everybody says that before they tell you something you already know, for a fact, you're going to have to do or suffer the consequences. Let's just get that out there before you finish." She hits me in the chest. "Asshole," she whispers. "Okay, whatever. What I was imagining while you were eating my pussy, was a daisy chain." "A what?" "A daisy chain. We'd all be on our sides. I'd be sucking your dick. Bill would be eating my pussy, and," she paused, "you'd be sucking Bill's dick." "I would huh?" She nods sheepishly. "And what makes you think your gay brother wants to eat your pussy?" Jill's eyes light up. "He wouldn't have to. I could lay on my back like he did and let you fuck my mouth with that big old cock of yours, while you sucked him." She shook her head. "But I wouldn't be able to watch." She sat up and looked at me. "I know. Mark. He was a media/communications major. He could video us and I could watch it later." I just stare at her. This girl is liable to fuck me to death. It's a good thing I've never said I want to live forever. "Is that so? How you think he'd feel about making a video of me fucking your momma and then you eating my spunk out of her pussy? You said you wanted to eat my cum out of a pussy." "I said out of my pussy." She looks sharp at me. "Have you been imagining fucking my mom?" "Guilty as charged, baby. Your momma is hot, girl. That's part of why I love you. I know you aren't going to turn into some fat old jowly white bitch. I would totally nail your momma's ass to the sheets if I weren't afraid either you, or Ben, or Bill or Mark, or the whole damn lot of you, would shoot my ass." "Hmm, that so?" she whispers. We snuggle down into the bed. She falls asleep on my chest. I fall asleep with her breath tickling the hair on my chest and the smell of her pussy on my face and her face, and mingled down low, is the smell of my best friend. --- We must have slept. When I awoke, I had roll toward the wall. Mom and dad have their arms around each other. Mom is on his chest. Dad is on his back. Mom's hand rests loosely around his half-hard cock. I don't give myself time to think about it. I roll over onto my other side, rest on one arm and, leaning over mom's legs, take dad's cock into my mouth. He's in good shape but I can't imagine, at his age, that he has much left in the tank. He fucked my mom last night, after a blow-job, fucked her this morning, and fucked me this afternoon. I mean come on. He must be running on fumes by now. Whatever he might have left in the tank, his dick gets hard quick enough. I wonder for a moment if he'd washed. After he'd fucked me, had he washed his cock? It tastes like cock, and only cock, so I decide it doesn't matter. The motion of my body wakes mom. I feel her shift beneath me. Her hand moves. She's holding dad's cock up so I can suck it easier. He stirs. I get off the bed and walk around to the side. The two of them shift, mom now against the wall, dad in the middle, me on the outside. Mom still holds dad's cock. I lick one side and she licks the other. When our lips brush over the head, she doesn't appear to mind. She points the cock at my mouth and I suck him a few times. She pulls it away and sucks it herself a few times. I move his leg and mull his balls while mom sucks him. When she moves away from his cock, I wet a finger. As I take my father's cock back into my mouth, I push my hand under his balls and ass. My wet finger caresses his asshole. He raises his ass, giving me room. I slip my finger into his ass. I hold my mouth over the head of his cock. Mom strokes his cock until he cums in my mouth. There isn't much, but I don't care. I happily share what there is with mom. I'd been playing with my cock, getting it hard with my hand. It's a younger cock than my father's but it had seen a lot of use as well. It takes some time but as I lick the last of dad's cum off mom's lips, I'm hard again. "There's still that one little thing," I whisper to my father. He nods and rolls onto his belly. He positions mom in the corner, puts his shoulders under her knees and goes after her pussy with his mouth. She uses both hands to play and pull at her nipples. I pull dad's hips up with my hands, move them to his ass cheeks and spread them wide. This is something else I have only dreamed of doing, and even in my dreams I never envisioned it happening with this man, my father. I press my face into his ass crack and lick his asshole. It's rough and hairy but tastes like his cock and balls. It isn't until I work my tongue into his ass that I notice a sharper, bitter taste. It isn't the taste that makes me stop; it's my hunger. I straighten and walk on my knees up to dad's upturned ass. Mom glues her eyes on dad's ass. I know she can't see the head of my cock pressing against his asshole, not from her angle, but I can tell from the heat in them she wishes that she could. Dad pushes against me as I hold my cock hard up against his asshole. With a sudden little pop, the head is in. After that it is simply a matter of slow pressure and my cock slowly disappears inside his ass. I pull out slowly, let a long line of spit drop into the crack of his ass and onto my cock, and push back in. I start to fuck him. When I need to, I'd stop and add more spit. I wish we had lube. I could fuck him so much harder with lube. On the Beach Ch. 09 It takes a while. I've cum so much the last day. Mom has one or two orgasm before she pushes dad's mouth away. She wiggles from underneath his face and kneels beside me. She leans against me, rubbing my clenching ass with one hand and holding her husband's ass open with the other, eyes fixed on the sight of her son's cock plowing his father's ass. I pull out, grab my cock and jerk. A few watery jets fall onto his ass and begin to run down the crack. My cock isn't that large. His asshole closes back up. I don't know if mom confines the scope of her tongue to his ass crack or if she includes his no longer virgin hole. I leave them there. I walk down the hall to the bathroom. There are a few smudges on my cock, and I assume on my hand but I don't look. I turn on the shower and wash my cock, ass, and hands. I don't bother drying off. I go outside, stretch out on one of the lounge chairs, and watch the afternoon drift toward evening. When I get hungry, I go inside. Jill and Jim are at the counter, eating a couple of sandwiches. I make my own and eat, standing there. When I'm finished, I walk around the counter and stand between them. I kiss Jill on the cheek, then Jim. "Thank you," I tell them and go back downstairs. I can hear my father's snoring coming from Jill's room as I walk past the door. I figure mom is still asleep as well. I glance at the TV, decide I'm not in the mood for TV or video games, and return outside. The air is still warm. The sky is still blue but darkening and shadows are growing long. There's a light on over at Muriel's. Mom and Jill had said we should leave Mark alone. I hesitate. I don't want to intrude, but I can't help wondering how I would feel if no one came to check on me. The garden gate is open, so is the patio door leading into the house. The living room and kitchen are empty. There's a light on down the hall. I don't sneak. I walk. On the other hand, I don't call out, "anyone home", either. Mark's eyes are closed. His chest heaves. Muriel is finger fucking him, his cock held lightly between her lips. His body convulses as he cums. I go to him. Muriel moves aside to make room. My brother rests his head on my chest. I cradle his head in the crock of my arm. I hold him as he sleeps. When I wake, I am still holding him. ------ Muriel is gone. I hear her out in the kitchen. I can tell she's trying to be quiet but it's simply not possible to make a pot of coffee and fix yourself something to eat without making some noise. I'm lying on top of one of Bill's arm's. I have a close up view of the soft black hairs that ring his nipple. He might be a newbie when it came to nude sunbathing but his back and chest have seen plenty of sun. His chest is a golden brown. The areola is darker but the nipple itself is lighter, with shades of dark rose. I shake my head. Confused. I'm not gay. I'm sure of that. I have never stared at my brother or any man's chest with such intensity. My dick is hard but that doesn't count. It's always hard in the morning. I'm not gay. So why am I so fascinated with his nipple? My brother's nipple? I realize, lying there, that I want to touch it with my tongue. I'm losing my mind. I don't want to touch Jim like that. Why Bill? "What are you thinking about?" I jump. I thought Bill was asleep. He doesn't move, doesn't repeat the question. He waits. He's always been a patient guy. "I was wondering," my voice is hoarse. I need a drink of water but I don't want to get up to get one. "I was wondering," I begin again. "Why, if I'm not gay, why I'm lying here staring at your nipple and wanting to touch it with my tongue." Bill moves his arm under my head, re-positioning it so that his hand rest on the side of my head. I'm the older brother. Why do I feel like such a child? "You aren't gay." "How can you say that? I let dad, our dad, put my cock in his mouth. I just told you I was fantasizing about licking your nipple." "Dad did that, not you. You pulled away. You can appreciate something, a breast, a nipple, a cock, without being gay. I am gay and I can appreciate the beauty of a woman's breast, of her butt, without wanting to fuck her." He's silent for a time. "Curious enough, I was wondering, if I'm gay, which I am, how is it that I enjoyed fucking Jill so much? I've fucked women before. It didn't do much for me. Why Jill? Why my sister?" "You've always loved Jill," I reply. "And you've always loved me. So? Sure I love Jill but I've never wanted to fuck her before." He falls quiet again. In the kitchen, all is quiet as well. I picture Muriel sipping her coffee, legs crossed and swinging one foot the way she does when she's thinking. "I don't know, maybe I was trying to claim her," Bill says softly. "Let Jim know that even if I couldn't have him, I could have her. She was mine first." I shake my head. "Nope. Sorry, bro but that's bullshit. That's not you at all." The arm beneath my head moves as my brother shrugs his shoulders. "What then? We're all, the whole family, a bunch of incestuous degenerates all of a sudden?" "You boys are thinking too much," Muriel drawls from the doorway. I smile at the sight of her. She's got her hair pulled back. She's carrying a tray with a pot and a three cups on it. I can smell the coffee. "I figured I have an easier time just bringing the coffee to y'all than trying to get you out of that bed." She sat the tray down on the bedside table. "Decent folks been up for hours," she harrumphs. "That," Bill drawls, "is what we're debating, our decency or lack thereof." "Sit up," she commands. "I don't need your momma on my ass for scalding your manliness with hot coffee. I'm probably on her shit list anyway." Bill scoots up and rests his back against the headboard. I join him. I hope Muriel will come sit beside me, though it would make more sense for her to sit at the foot of the bed. She pours a cup of coffee and hands it to Bill, pours another and hands it to me. She pours a third and, glory be, walks around the bed to my side. "Scootch your butt over, Mark." I'm happy to oblige. There's not enough room for our shoulders. I lean forward. I feel two hands on my back. One is Muriel's. The other is Bill's. Muriel's rests on the bed and her fingers trail across my skin, just above my butt. Bill's rests on my shoulder. We sip our coffee. I wish I could read their minds. Maybe they know what is going on. ----- Mark shifts under my fingers. He looks at me over his shoulder. I crane my neck to see his eyes. God, he's a pretty man. I tell myself to get a grip. I'm too old to be this foolish. "What do you mean, we're over thinking this?" he asks. "It seems like this is a situation that needs a lot of thinking." I shrug, careful with my coffee. I take a sip. I've already had a cup. This one is more of a prop than a drink. Sipping from it gives me time to weigh my words. Sipping from the mug lends an air of unconcern to my appearance. Truth is, I am worried about the nutty family I've let under my skin. If old H.G. appeared with a poof of smoke in my bedroom right this minute, would I hop in his time machine, go back, change what had happened? The answer is I don't know. It wouldn't be the truth to claim I got involved in this by accident, not even all those years ago. On the Beach Ch. 10 He followed her into the bedroom listening to her high heels and noting that they made her butt sway seductively. The dim light hid whatever minor defects she imagined her body exhibited as she crossed to the far side of the unmade king-sized bed, bent down and fluffed up the pillows. He watched her breasts swing tauntingly from her chest as she pulled the sheets back into place. "I guess I'll always be a housewife," she laughed. "I can tell a bachelor lives here." Kneeling on the bed Bill admired her body in the moonlight. Her breasts sagged a little towards her sides but her hard nipples stood out in the shadows. He could see the little pooch of her belly and the remains of a scar just over above that little feathery tuft of hair that women like to keep over their shaved pubes. They moved almost in unison and knee walked to the center of the bed where they ended up nearly touching, facing one another. "I've never done this before with anyone but Robert and a few college boyfriends years ago," she said. "I'm not sure if I can be what you want." Reaching out, Bill pulled her towards him and ran his hands up and down her back until he reached her ass and gently grasped and squeezed her ass cheeks. "You already are everything I want," he said and kissed her. Murphy clutched him tightly against herself. Her fervor was almost painful as she tried to meld their bodies into one. She moaned into his mouth and raising her leg she pulled his hip towards her. Bill reached down between their bodies and cupped her pussy. Murphy moaned again and pushed her crotch into his hand. He could feel her large outer lips engorged with blood and her lubrication had soaked not only her pussy but also the insides of her thighs. He gently inserted his middle finger between her lips and was met with a gasp as she pulled away from his mouth and lay back on the bed with her eyes closed. Bill continued to move his finger all around the sensitive and most private opening to her body while she helped by arching herself so that her ass was completely off of the bed. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she said over and over followed by a long moan that almost turned into a scream when Bill pinched her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. Murphy fumbled with her right hand as she tried to find Bill's cock. She twisted around until she could reach him held him in a tight grip. "Please, no more. I want you in me," she pleaded. She released him and he shifted up on his side, ready to mount her. She settled back on the bed, raised her legs and spread her thighs in anticipation. A sudden thought came to Bill when he swung his body over hers and held himself up with one knee between her legs. "Do I need a condom?" he asked. "Not on my account!" she exclaimed. "I can't get pregnant and I haven't had sex in so long that I'm sure I'm OK." Lowering her right leg flat on the bed she encouraged Bill to move between her thighs. He moved into position and she again raised her leg, lifted both knees up and clasped his sides. "Gently, gently please," she whispered. "It's been a long time." "I'm always gentle," Bill replied. "Help me." Murphy reached down between their bodies with both hands. She closed one hand around his erection and stretched the other arm so she could reach his balls. His cock was hard and hot in her hands and she was mildly surprised at the size of his testicles. Roberts were no way near as big as his and his stayed up close to his body while Bill's hung down in the supporting sacs. She gently rolled his balls in her fingers and he groaned with pleasure. "Come here," she said and lightly pulled him towards her heat. "I want to feel you in me." Bill obliged by lowering his body until the tip of his cock touched her pussy. Murphy canted her hips and raised herself in preparation for his entry. She rubbed the tip of his cock up and down between her lips before placing it at her opening. "I don't think I've ever been this wet," she thought and prepared herself for his penetration. Pulling her hands away she pleaded, "Now! Do it now!" She felt the crown of his cock nestle between her lips and letting out her breath she waited expectantly for the sensation that she was anxious to feel. A slight movement of his hips and she felt him slowly dilate her vagina as he moved into her. The feeling was exquisite and she sucked in a breath of air and waited until their pubes touched. Bill hunched his body and pushed himself into her heat. His breath hissed out between his teeth and hers sucked in as they each enjoyed the ultimate sensations of their first coupling. Her legs came up and he could feel her heels pulling against his butt. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him tightly against herself. Bill tried to keep his weight up off of her but her body actually came up off of the bed and was hanging from his. "It's OK. Lie on me," she groaned. "I want to feel you all over me." Bill slowly relaxed his arms and legs and allowed his body weight to rest entirely on hers. She relished in the feel of his flesh against hers. She could never do this with Robert because his belly was too big and heavy so they mostly did it with him lying on his side behind her. She raised her legs and caressed his sides with her knees and thighs. She could feel her thigh and stomach muscles complaining when she brought them up higher and crossed her ankles behind his back but she forgot about the discomfort when he started to move. Not yet ready to hurry on the journey to their finish, she wanted to wallow in the pleasure of this young man's body penetrating hers. He could feel the leather of her sandals and immediately conjured up a mental image of what they looked like at that moment. The image gave him a rush and he started moving his cock out of Murphy's pussy. She was tight around his erection and he felt the friction as she tried to hold him in her. "Don't move!" she whispered against his ear. "Don't move! Let me!" Settling back down he immersed himself completely in her body. After a moment he felt the first contractions around his cock as Murphy tightly squeezed and milked what was giving her so much pleasure. First, her muscles tightened around the base and then it felt like the walls of her vagina were sucking at him. She repeated the movement and he realized that if she were to keep it up much longer he would not be able to control himself. "You're going to make me cum too soon if you keep on doing that," he groaned. "I can't hold out much longer. Where did you learn to do that?" He felt Murphy smile against his cheek as her body continued to bring him closer to his climax. "Old ladies have weak muscles and we practice Kegal exercises to keep from peeing in our pants when we sneeze. It turns out that the exercises are good for other things too. Do you like?" she continued with a giggle. "My dildo friend likes them!" Bill couldn't take it any longer and he began moving himself in the conventional fucking motion. Murphy unclasped her legs and began to make little mewing sounds as he moved in and out of her. She didn't just lie there, she matched his gentle pressings with her own and they soon fell into a rhythm that would bring them both to a sexual climax. Murphy wanted to feel his chest against her nipples but her breasts were pushed out to the sides by their tight coupling. "Wait, wait a minute," she gasped. Bill was afraid that he was hurting her so he stopped his movements and raised his upper body off of hers. She moved her hands from his back and cupping her breasts she pushed them together and offered them to him. "Kiss them, please!" she whispered. "Please kiss them." Bill put his weight on his elbows and replaced her hands with his. He lowered his mouth to her nipple and kissed it with his tongue circling her sensitive tip. Sucking one nipple after the other into his mouth he held each of them between his teeth and flicked his tongue against them. Murphy was almost out of her mind with the sensations she was experiencing. She clamped her knees tightly against his sides and began to rapidly move her legs back and forth as if she were spurring a horse. The movement caused her pussy to move up and down against Bill's cock and they both danced a matched dance of frenzy as they strived to bring each other to a mutual fulfillment. "I'm almost there!" Bill grunted, "I can't hold out much longer! You feel so good!" Murphy sucked in her breath, stiffened and allowed Bill to continue to move within her. "Now!" she said. "Oh, God now!" Bill stopped his movements and pushed himself as far into her as their bodies would allow. He felt his semen shooting into her at the same time as her contractions squeezed tightly around his organ buried inside of her vagina. Murphy let go with a long sound of pure delight and tried to prolong the pleasure until neither of them could continue. They had satiated themselves and their sweat-saturated bodies could take no more. They lay still for a few moments before Bill raised his head and looked into Murphy's eyes. He lowered his face and their lips met in a mutual kiss of gratitude for what they had given each other. Rolling off of her and onto his side, Bill pulled her towards himself as his still rigid cock left a trail of their bodies' fluids on her thigh. Unwilling to let go of each other, they pecked little kisses on their lips and cheeks without breaking the bond of their arms and legs. "That ... that was outstanding as they say in the Air Force," Murphy said and kissed Bill again. "Simply outstanding! You are quite a lover, lover!" Bill smiled. "It takes two lovers to make love and I believe that we just proved that." On the Beach Ch. 11 "What are you going to do?" Bill asked as they lay side by side on the bed. "Are you going to leave and go back home?" "I don't know," Murphy responded and placed her forearm across her eyes as if she was trying to block out the outside world. After they had made love, Bill had waited until Murphy came out of the bathroom. He could hear her urinating in the toilet and the sound aroused him again. If Bill had a fetish it had to do with women peeing while dressed in patent leather "Come Fuck Me" pumps and nylon hose. He traced it back to peeping on his mother in their bathroom at home. She had a thing about urinating in public bathrooms or in other people's houses so the first thing that she would do when she came home from one of her volunteer tasks or card parties would be to head for the bathroom and sit and urinate. Bill would come home from school and if she were not in the house he would lock the door behind him and hide in his room not giving her any indication that he was already in the house when she came home. Thinking she was alone, she never completely closed the door and he would stand outside the bathroom and watch her pee while rubbing his erection sticking out through the fly of his school trousers. When she finished peeing, she would carefully form a pad with toilet paper and wipe herself then repeat the maneuver two or three times and each time she would carefully look at the pad before dropping it between her legs and into the toilet. After throwing away the last pad his mother would reach back and flush the toilet while raising her butt up off of the seat and watching the water and the pads swirl around. Bill always orgasmed at about the time that she dropped the second or third pad into the water and flushed the toilet so the sound of the flushing water would hide his groan of pleasure that he couldn't keep silent. When the toilet finished, she would sit back down on the seat with her skirt and half-slip still pulled up to her waist and her panties, and pantyhose, stretched across her thighs. Next she would examine the crotch of her panties and lifting each leg in turn, she would rest it on her other knee and remove her shoes. She always wore the spike heels so fashionable back then and after removing each shoe she would neatly place them on the floor next to the toilet and knead her toes as if to relieve some ache or pain. He would slowly masturbate while watching her roll her pantyhose down her legs. He would imagine his hands caressing her thighs and calves if only he could be the one to slide the loose nylon down over her ankles and off of her painted toes. He would hold off his impending orgasm and watch while she finished removing her pantyhose and pull the legs straight before placing them on the edge of the sink. Next she would slide her panties down her legs and set them next to her hose. Backing carefully away from the door, Bill would hurriedly stuff his erection back into his trousers, zip himself up and sneak out the back door to soon appear at the front door and let himself in with the key kept under the mat. "Hi, mom! I'm home," he would yell and throw his book bag onto the sofa. If his mother heard him she would generally reply, "Hi Billy, I'm in my room changing, I'll be down in a minute sweetheart." That would be his signal to race for the bathroom, lock the door behind him and pull off his pants and underwear. With his still youthfully hard erection bobbing in front of him, Bill would take his mother's panties and rolled up pantyhose from her lingerie bag and sitting on the toilet he would masturbate with them. His favorite method was to pull one of the legs of the pantyhose down over himself until his cock was trapped in the foot. He would take the second leg and wrap it around his hand and begin to slowly masturbate with it while holding her panties up to his face to inhale the scent of her body powder and her pussy. Her panties often had a pissy smell but he didn't mind because he could use the scent to imagine where the fluid had come from within his mother's body. After cumming in his mother's nylons he would roll them up again and put them back into the hamper. He never considered the fact that maybe his mother would notice his dried cum in her pantyhose when she took them out to wash them by hand. In later years he often wondered if she knew what he was doing and attributing it to normal teenage behavior decided not to ever mention it. Bringing himself back to the present, Bill watched Murphy as she came out of the bathroom with her palms flat against her belly and her upper arms pushing her breasts together. Bill watched as she carefully sat on the bed and laying back she pulled the top sheet up over her body. "What are you hiding from me," Bill said and tried to pull the sheet off of her. "My saggy breasts and belly," she shyly said while holding onto the sheet for dear life. "I didn't notice anything that I would consider saggy or whatever," he offered. "That's because it is almost dark in here," she laughed. "If the lights were on you would see all of my defects." Bill didn't push the issue and he rested on his side with his hand gently moving on top of the sheet over her belly and breasts. He asked the question. "It's not going to be pleasant when he wakes up tomorrow morning," she said and a tear rolled down her cheek. "He is going to try and blame me for everything! I know it because he's done it before!" "How could he possibly blame you for going to a strip club?" Bill asked in a consoling tone. "He's going to say I drove him there and he won't accept any other point of view." "Don't offer any other point of view. Just tell him to get the hell out and if he doesn't you're going to let everyone know what he and his married buddies did!" "I ...I don't know if I can do that," Murphy said and turned to face Bill. "I don't know what would happen if I did." Bill pulled her to him and kissed her cheek wet with her tears. "I have to do some thinking before I confront him tomorrow. Right now I am still pissed off and I don't want anything to do with him. I don't know if I'll have the same courage tomorrow morning!" Murphy quietly sobbed into Bill's shoulder until the sound of a cell phone chiming broke the silence. Murphy lifted her head and said, "That's my phone! He must be awake. Oh, shit!" Scrambling out of bed she ran into the living room and dug her phone out of the pocket of her robe lying on the floor. Bill followed her out and watched as she flipped it open and pressed a key. "Hello," she said. Bill could hear a male voice almost shouting through the phone. Moving towards the balcony doors she stood and looked out with the phone held to her ear. "I'm walking on the beach," she answered and paused while a muffled voice came out of the earpiece. "When I'm good and ready," she said in apparent response to a question about when she was going to come back. "When I goddamn well feel like it!" Bill walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her body. He held her breasts and hefted them as if testing their weight. Capturing her nipples in his fingers he lightly teased them as she squirmed around in his grasp. The voice coming out of the phone sounded quieter and not so demanding. "I'll be back soon and if you puked all over the place you had better have it cleaned up before I get there!" She flipped the phone shut and sagged back against Bill. He held onto her breasts and let her feel his partially hardened cock between the cheeks of her ass. Murphy wiggled her butt against him and turned around in the circle of his arms. She put her hands behind his head and passionately kissed him. "Thank you," she said. "I'd better get going." Releasing her from his embrace, he followed her into the bedroom where her clothes lay in a pile on the floor pushed off of the bed in their haste to begin their lovemaking. Holding up her panties she turned them right side out to put them on when Bill reached over and took them out of her hand. "Here, let me," he said and sitting on the edge of the bed he held them out for her to step into. Murphy balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders and lifted her leg to let him slip them over her foot. Her breasts were dangling almost in his face and when he got the first foot in and Murphy steadied herself to insert her other foot he tilted his head and captured a nipple in his mouth. "Oh," Murphy moaned and taking one hand off of his shoulder she held her breast out for him to suckle. After a moment or two, she pulled back and again lifted her foot saying, "Stop that or I'll never get out of here. Now help me put these on!" Bill tried to convince her that his hands did a much better job of corralling her breasts than did her bra and he offered to walk behind her wherever she went to hold them up to where she wanted them to be. Failing to convince her he yielded and helped her into her bra and her dress. "Leave my sandals and robe here," she said. "I don't want to have to explain to a drunk why I have two pairs of shoes and a robe with me." "Call me if you have any problems," Bill offered as they walked to the hall door. "I'll leave my cell phone on." "Don't worry, I'll be OK," she replied as they stood by the door. "Well I have your shoes and your robe to keep me company," he laughed. "They will have to do for tonight!" "I'm sorry I have to leave you like this," she giggled and reached out and touched his semi-hard erection. She stared at it for a moment and then reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down her legs and off of her feet. "Will these help?" she asked and handed them to him. "Sleep well!" she laughed and was out the door. Lifting the panties to his face, Bill inhaled her scent and then wrapped them around his now full erection. Images of him standing outside of the bathroom and watching his mother flashed through his head as he rubbed himself with the slick nylon while walking back down the hall. "No, not tonight! Save it!" he decided, pulled a beer out of the refrigerator and headed for the sofa. "She left her earrings, anklets and wedding rings here," he mused when he noticed them still laying on the coffee table. "I wonder if The General will notice." On the Beach Ch. 12 The morning sun streaming in through the bedroom balcony doors woke Bill. He had fallen asleep on the sofa while watching television and stirred sometime during the night to crawl into bed. Stretching, he absently rubbed his morning erection and thought of Murphy lying next to him the night before. "I wonder what happened when she got up there," he thought while standing over the toilet and waiting for his erection to soften so he could pee. Starting a pot of drip coffee, Bill took a shower, shaved and brushed his teeth. Slipping on his bathing suit he poured a cup, picked up the box of donuts he had bought the day before and sat at the table on the balcony. It was a little after 8 a.m. but the beach was already active. He noticed that Missy had put out the chairs and the umbrellas and he looked for his but couldn't exactly remember which one it was. "I'm sure she'll know," he thought and settled back in the plastic chair with his breakfast. First he heard the slamming of a sliding door bouncing against the frame. Next came the male voice. "Get your ass back in here!" it demanded. "Everybody will hear us yelling." "I'm not yelling, you are!" Murphy's voice responded. "I told you very calmly to get the fuck out of here before I cut off your prick and feed it to you, you son-of-a-bitch of a little dicked bastard of a whoremongering asshole!" "Wow!" Bill gasped. "She's really pissed off. I wonder how long this has been going on." "Are you coming?" the male voice demanded or do I have to carry you out over my shoulder?" "You touch me and I'm calling the police. I'll bet your so-called friends will enjoy hearing that their General was arrested for domestic abuse. Now get the fuck out of here." "How am I supposed to get home?" the male voice had softened to almost a pleading tone. "We brought your car." "I don't give a shit! Call one of your golfing buddies to come and get you or take a bus for all I care but you had better be gone when I get back! I'm going to change my clothes and go for a walk!" Bill listened but didn't hear any response from The General so he settled back and bit into a donut. He considered going out on the beach and looking for Murphy but decided not to bother her and he could watch and see her leave the condos from his perch. "If she wants to talk she'll find me," he thought and closed his eyes against the morning sun. "This is the life! Nothing like good donuts and lousy coffee to start the day. Maybe I'll go down to the beach for a morning swim." Draining his coffee up, he stood up and said to himself, "I think I will. Nothing like watching the girls to help a guy enjoy a bachelor vacation." Finding the jock strap he had bought the day before, Bill put it on under his bathing suit. "This'll help," he grinned at himself in the mirror. "At least I won't be embarrassed if I see any good stuff." Standing on the balcony, Bill scanned the beach but couldn't find Murphy. He really didn't know what he was looking for since he had no idea what she was wearing. Stuffing two beers, his wallet and cell phone into his beach bag he threw a towel over his bare shoulder and took the elevator to the pool deck. The pool was fairly crowded with mostly young kids having a good time. He zeroed in on one young mother with two little girls, who were probably twins, playing in the shallow end of the pool. Instead of walking out onto the beach, Bill chose a lounge chair next to the pool and near what he figured was their family's stuff. Settling down behind his sunglasses, Bill watched as the young mother tended to her children. She was wearing a slightly daring two-piece blue bathing suit that could almost be called a bikini. Her breasts were swelling out over and under her bra cups every time she changed positions while playing with the kids. He couldn't get a good look below her waist due to the water's depth but he waited patiently until she decided it was time to get out of the pool. "H'mmm, no wedding rings," he noticed when she grasped the railings to walk up the steps out of the pool. "No tan lines on her fingers either," he thought to himself. "I wonder if they are her kids?" His eyes locked in on the crotch of her bathing suit bottom as she stood with one foot on the step in the water and the other up on the pool deck. He tilted his head down for a better look and watched when she twisted to guide the two little girls up the steps. She was saying something but he wasn't listening to her words, he was staring at her pubic hair visible on both sides of the narrow crotch. She obviously did not trim her bush and it was out there for all the world to see and to enjoy. She ushered the kids to the lounge chair next to his and sat down on the side of the chair facing him. She talked to the girls while she dried them off and instructed them to lay down on the chair next to her and rest for a while. The whole time she was twisting and turning, Bill continued to watch and eventually he got a glimpse of one of her pussy lips when she twisted around to fold a towel to use for a headrest. Bill felt his erection cramped inside of his jock strap and was thankful that he wore it even though it was mildly uncomfortable. Turning back around to face Bill she glanced at him but she could not see his eyes behind his glasses. Using the same towel that she used on the kids, she dried the droplets of water off of her shoulders and patted her chest and belly with it. Looking down at herself, she realized that she was exposed and once again looking at Bill to see if he was watching, she slid her fingers inside the leg band of her suit and pulled it out to adjust it to cover herself. Bill's erection went from mildly painful to "it's going to break in half painful" in the space of a few seconds. He looked down and the bulge was apparent even with the jock holding him in but he couldn't move because he was afraid that she would know that he was peeping at her so he lay quietly and waited for her to look away so he could adjust himself. A shadow crossed his face and he looked up to see Murphy standing next to his chair. She leaned down and said quietly, "Still a pervert, huh? Move over!" Bill shifted to his side and moved to the edge of the lounge so Murphy could sit next to him. She was wearing a white, sleeveless blouse and white short, shorts. Her butt pressed against Bill's bulge when she sat and she looked at him and frowned. "You never miss a chance, do you?" she giggled. Leaning over she pecked him on the lips and then sat up looking down at him. He couldn't see her eyes behind the glasses but he could tell that she had been crying. Bill reached over and took her hand in his. "Is he gone?" he asked quietly. "I hope so," she responded and gripped his hand. "I told him to leave immediately." "I know! I heard you," Bill responded and smiled. "Don't' forget I live right below you." "Were we that loud," Murphy gasped and held her hand to her face. "Did the whole world hear us?" "I don't' think so. I could hear you but I was concentrating on listening after I recognized your voice. What are you worried about? No one knows you around here." "You're right. I'm just a mess with everything that's happening." "You don't look like you were walking on beach. Where were you, on Main Street?" "No, I just sat in my truck and cried," she said and sniffled. "I think I'm all cried out now." "Let's move somewhere else where we can talk," he suggested. Bill gathered his things and they walked out to the beach and found their chairs and umbrellas. Murphy unbuttoned her blouse and revealed that she was wearing a two-piece bathing suit under her clothes with a black and white patterned bra that accentuated her cleavage. She wiggled out of her shorts and showed a matching bottom that displayed her thighs up to her hips where a narrow belt held the front and back together almost like a diaper. The crotch of the suit was white and Bill fixated on trying to see through it. "What are you staring at?" she scolded. "You've already seen everything on me there is to see!" "It was dark up there and I want to check and make sure I didn't leave any bruises on you," he laughed. Murphy sat in the empty chair under Bill's umbrella, grasped his hand and held it to her cheek. "No bruises on the outside but I'm concerned about the inside, I'm still a little sore down there." "I'm glad I made an impression on you, or should I say in you," he laughed and squeezed her hand. "Seriously, what are you going to do?" "I'm going to stay here the rest of the week and see what happens. I think he will leave if he hasn't already." Twisting around in her chair, Murphy looked up at the condo building behind them. Her head bobbed as she mentally clocked off the floors to find the right one. Turning back around she settled back and said, "I don't see any movement up there. Maybe he is already gone." "Do you want to go back up and check? I'll go with you." "OK, but let's get wet first. Last one in is a virgin," she yelled and raced off to the water. Bill stood and shrugged his shoulders to the amusement of those around him who had heard her call. "I guess she means me," he said and took off after her. The water was warm and it didn't take long for Bill to reach Murphy standing neck deep in the water and bouncing up and down with the swells. "I'm a born again virgin," Bill laughed when he caught up to her and stood facing her. "I need some sex lessons. Are you up to the task?" "Maybe yes, maybe no, but you sure are," Murphy replied and grabbed his crotch. "You must be wearing your supporter. Since when did you become modest?" "Since that little kid saw me with a hard on," he laughed. "She'll be traumatized for life." "Don't brag on yourself," Murphy replied still holding on to him. "But, I must say God was good to you." "You keep squeezing like that and I'm going to need God to grow me a new one," he laughed and grabbed both her breasts. Murphy let go of Bill's crotch and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled herself to him and kissed him hard on the lips. "You make me feel young again," she said over the sounds of the waves. "I haven't felt this way since I was in college and in love for the first time." Bill let go of her breasts and cupped her ass cheeks in both hands. "You feel young to me. Whoops! I think I feel some cellulite," he laughed and squeezed her cheeks in both hands. "Oh, by the way you left your jewelry and wedding rings on my coffee table. Murphy held up her hand and looked at the untanned strip of skin around her finger. "So I did. I didn't even notice that this morning." Bill pulled her hand to his lips and kissed her naked ring finger. "You are much sexier without them," he observed. Murphy kissed him again and said, "I'm going to go and see if The General has left. I'll call you and let you know. See you upstairs." Turning, she let the waves carry her into shore. Bill watched and then followed her up the beach and into the condo building. He held back in fear that her husband was still there and that he would see them together and give her even more grief. On the Beach Ch. 13 Murphy stood in front of her condo door with her key in her hand. She was not sure what she was going to find there. She didn't think that Robert would hurt her but she was afraid of his verbal abuse and did not want to face his wrath. Her life with The General had been comfortable from a physical standpoint but not from an emotional one. His constant ordering her around and condescending attitude, especially in public, had always made her feel insecure and inadequate. She knew that she was an intelligent and useful woman but at times his endless badgering had left her crying and emotionally drained and life without him was something that she frequently considered as an option. The financial part would be no problem because of his philandering she felt that she could prove his infidelity and that he would cave in without a fight if she got a good divorce lawyer. Up until yesterday her decision to stay with him was based upon complacency. His frequent days and even weeks away from home gave her a chance to live her own life and get out from under his thumb for a while. Each time he returned it became a little harder to go back to living with his attempts to humiliate her and keep her down like a pet dog. The one saving grace was his lack of interest in sex with her. It was not unwelcome since he never treated her in a really loving way. He rarely even kissed her unless he was drunk and his idea of love was to tell her to use KY jelly instead of trying to arouse her. His big belly made it difficult but it was always over rather quickly and she could put up with it in order to maintain the outward appearance of compatibility and a loving marriage that she exhibited to the world. Several of her closest friends knew otherwise and they would know when he had succeeded in emotionally bruising her to the point where she withdrew from the world and waited for the next blow to come from him. They frequently hinted that maybe counseling would help or even divorce was the answer. Two of them were already divorced and one was a widow and the four of them often were together for shopping or gabfests where they felt safe enough to share their secrets. Gathering her strength, Murphy inserted the key into the lock and slowly opened the door. She didn't know what to expect as she carefully let herself in and quietly closed the door behind her. Leaving her shoes at the door, she tiptoed down the hall past the kitchen and peered into the open door of the bedroom. The bed he had slept in was empty and she could not hear anything that would lead her to believe that he was still there. Slipping into the bedroom she moved towards the open bathroom door and looked inside. A sense of relief washed over her when she saw that his shaving gear and other toiletries were gone from the vanity. A quick look around the bedroom and in the closet confirmed that he was, in fact, gone. His suitcase was missing and except for some dirty underwear and socks lying where he had thrown them, there was no sign of him. Murphy checked the other rooms just to prove to herself that he was not hiding somewhere ready to pounce on her. It was not until she saw his condo key sitting on the kitchen counter that she felt sure that he had left. "Thank God I took my truck key from him," she said to the empty apartment. "I don't think he had his key to the Escalade with him." Bill answered his cell phone hoping that it was Murphy calling. "Are you all right?" he asked her with concern. "Is he gone?" "He's gone!" Murphy simply replied. "All gone!" "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure. Do you want to come up?" "Not on your life but why don't you come down. Don't forget I still have some of your clothes down here. I can help you put them on again." "Some lover you are!" she laughed. "You keep trying to put my clothes back on me. Do you do that to all of your girls or just us older ones?" He could hear the laughter in her voice and it sounded good to his ears. "I'm going to take a shower to wash the salt off of me and I'll come down and we can go for an early lunch. Interested?" "I'm interested. Don't take too long! I'll leave the door open in case I'm in the shower when you get here." "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Now, that might be interesting!" On the Beach Ch. 14 Bill took the opportunity to take a quick shower and pull on a pair of boxer shorts. He decided to wait and see what Murphy was wearing before he dressed to go out. Taking a cold beer from the refrigerator he took up his vantage point on the balcony where he could watch and listen to the ocean. He was too far away to see much of the women on the beach but he could sit and think about what had happened in the last 24-hours or so. He came to Myrtle Beach to get away from the thoughts of Sandy leaving him and ended up in the middle of a domestic dispute between a woman old enough to be his mother and her husband who happens to be a retired Air Force General. Not only was he in the middle of the fight but he was also screwing the General's wife. In addition, a girl, young enough to be his daughter was coming on to him every time that she saw him. "I came down here to get away from making decisions for a while and what happens? I have more choices facing me than I want to make!" The question of whether or not he was going to follow up on Missy's attempts to seduce him was moot. He had already decided not to fool around with someone so young but he enjoyed the attention that she gave him. "I wonder how she sees me?" he asked himself. "Am I an experienced, older man that she wants to try out or what?" He smelled her perfume a split second before her hands covered his eyes and pulled his head back against her belly. "How does who see you?" Murphy asked. "And, since when are you the older man?" Bill laughed and reached behind the plastic chair with his left hand to grasp a warm, smooth leg. "You must be the younger women since your leg feels so smooth and strong," he said. "God, what you do to me," Murphy sighed and tipped his head back so she could lean down and kiss him. Bill reached up and touched her cheek as he returned the kiss. He felt her tongue touch his lips and he relaxed his mouth so that they could taste each other. Murphy broke the kiss and raised her head, "I can't ever remember feeling like this with anyone else. Maybe I'm getting senile." Bill gently pulled her forward until her breasts hovered over him. He nuzzled his face into her cleavage and made a "Mmmmm" sound. Murphy reached into her right bra cup and released her breast from its confinement. She gently squeezed it and maneuvered her nipple down to his mouth. Bill's tongue came out and circled her nipple until he could capture it with his lips. Murphy moaned and pushed her breast against him when he sucked her nipple into is mouth. Letting him suckle at her breast for a minute, Murphy rose up and arched her back pressing her hand to it. "I can't stay bent over like that," she said. "My poor old back can't take it." Sliding around in front of Bill, she straddled his legs and sat on his lap. Bill got his first look at what she was wearing and liked what he saw. The white slacks through which Bill could not see any panties were tight enough to show off her curves without making her look bulgy. One breast was still exposed from under the covering of her bra cup and a white, criss-cross blouse tied at her belly button level. "Here, this is better," she said and cupping her hand under her breast she again offered it to him. "Do it some more," she ordered and rubbed her nipple across his lips. He happily obliged and sliding his hands down to cover her butt, he kneaded it while suckling at her breast. Murphy could feel Bill's erection under her bottom. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him tightly against her chest while wiggling her hips until she succeeded in moving his cock to the junction of her thighs and against her pussy. "I'm 61 years old and I've never done anything like this in my life," she murmured near his ear. "If you keep that up I'm going to cum!" Bill continued suckling her nipple and Murphy began grinding her pussy against his erection. Her movements picked up speed and Bill released her nipple and kissed her neck and shoulder helping her in her climb towards a climax. The thought had just crossed Bill's mind that the chair was only plastic and they should take it easy when, with a sharp crack, the rear chair leg broke and tipped over on its back. Murphy landed on top of Bill when he hit the floor of the balcony. They lay there for a moment looking with amazement into each other's eyes before they simultaneously broke out in laughter. "I've never done this before either," Murphy gargled through her hysterical laughter. "I say we move to a more comfortable spot to finish what we started. OK?" "What we started!" Bill exclaimed. "I didn't start anything, you sneaked up on me." "Well let's hurry and finish," she responded while struggling to get up. Murphy ended up on her knees straddling him. She paused while she replaced her breast back inside of her bra and Bill took the opportunity to pull on her butt and slide down until she was sitting almost on his face. Murphy laughed and tried to get up but he held her pussy tightly against his face and puffing out his cheeks, he opened his mouth as wide as it would go and blew a gush of hot air through her shorts and onto her pussy "Oh, my god!" she exclaimed. "Where did you learn to do these things?" "I just make them up as I go along," his muffled voice came from between her thighs. "Are you wearing panties?" "Yes! I always wear panties but these are special for you. Wait'll you see them. Now let me up!" Bill released his hold on Murphy's thighs and she stood above him with one foot on each side of his chest. He reached up and grasping the backs of her legs he stroked them up and down. "I love smooth legs," he laughed. "I thought older women didn't shave them." "Now you're in for it," Murphy responded and lifting her foot she placed it on his chest. She was wearing medium-heeled sandals and she pretended to grind her heel into his solar plexus. "Take that you cad!" she laughed and ran into the condo. On the Beach Ch. 15 When Bill reached the bedroom he found Murphy lying face down in the center of the bed with her face buried in a pillow and her arms and hands under her torso. Her legs were clamped together and he could see her shoulders shaking with her giggling. Kneeling on the bed he asked, "What are you doing?" "I'm protecting myself from a crazed rapist," she said through her giggles. "Stay away or I'll call the police!" "Why do you want the police? I'm here to protect you," he said going along with the game. Slightly turning her head until one eye was looking up at him, she said, "Yeah, right! Fine protector you are. You knocked me off of the chair." Bill leaned down to try to kiss her but she turned her head back until her face was again hidden in the pillow. "So that's the way you want to play, huh? OK. Here I come!" Pulling his shorts down and off he stretched out on top of Murphy with his entire weight resting on her body. She let out with an "umph" but didn't say anything else as he lay there with his erection splitting the crack of her ass and his lips nibbling at her neck. "Comfy?" he asked. "H'mmph," she replied. "You liked it last night, didn't you?" In response, Murphy pushed her butt up against his hard on. "You want it in your behind?" he asked. Murphy shook her head from side to side. "Then you'll have to turn over." She shook her head again. "OK! We'll do it my way!" he said and pushing himself up, he straddled her legs with his knees. Bill tried to slide his hands under her but she pushed her belly down into the mattress. He brought his hands up and tickled her sides and she immediately reacted and laughed into the pillow while rolling her body side to side. On one of her rolls, Bill got one hand under her and lifted her up enough to inch the other hand under and she gave up and relaxed so Bill could find and unhook her shorts. He knew she was cooperating because she kept her belly up off of the mattress while he fumbled with the unfamiliar hook. He finally gave up and tried to tug her shorts down over her hips. Murphy moved her hands down and released the hook allowing Bill to slide her shorts down. She was wearing a G-string panties that disappeared into the crack of her butt. Bill bent down and kissed one cheek. She moaned and lifted her butt up to ask for more. He responded by slapping her ass and she let out a yelp and relaxed her legs so that the crotch of her shorts could pass between her thighs and down over her calves and shoes. Bill unbuckled her shoes and tossed them onto the floor along with her shorts. He bent her knees and brought both feet up and held her ankles with one hand. His other hand tweaked her toes and he ran his fingernails along the soles of her feet. Murphy began hysterically laughing into the pillow and tried to twist her feet from Bill's grasp. Holding her ankles he kissed the soles of her feet and bending them back against her thighs he sucked on her toes. Murphy let out with a yowl and managed to twist her feet away from his hands. She again clenched her thighs together and crossed her feet with the arch of one foot against the instep of the other. Bill next tried to untie her blouse but found that she had already untied it. He pulled it off and she allowed him to take it off of her shoulders one arm at a time. Her bra strap didn't have a hook on the back but she had also undone the clasp between her breasts so he could remove it and slide it down and off of her arms. "You're making it too easy for me," he laughed and rained little kisses up and down her spine. Murphy groaned into the pillow and turned her head so she could talk. "Like my panties?" she asked and wiggled her ass. "I bought them especially for you." "I don't see any panties," he replied. "I just see a string running down between your ass cheeks. Is that what holds your ass together?" "Oh! You're mean!" her muffled voice came from the pillow. "You'd better be nice to me!" Bill laughed and ran his finger down her spine from her neck to the top of her butt crack. He noticed that she clenched her cheeks tightly together when he neared the top of her crack. When he bent down and kissed the little indentation at the small of her back she squirmed under his touch and he felt her relax a little. The fine hairs that grew there tickled his tongue when he licked her. His tongue left the spot and moved down towards her crack. Bill heard her gasp and he could see her cheeks clench even tighter as if she were anticipating his next move. "No! Don't do that!" she exclaimed when he ran his tongue down along the crack of her ass. Placing his hand on her waist to hold her down, he ignored her pleas and continued licking her until his face was mashed against the juncture of her thighs and his tongue extended as far as it could in between her cheeks. He couldn't reach her pussy but he could smell her arousal and feel the damp heat coming from between her legs. "Please don't go there!" she begged. "I don't like that!" Bill lay next to her and snuggled up against the full length of her body with his erection lying across the back of her thigh. He gently caressed her back from her neck to her butt and nuzzled his face into her neck. "Haven't you ever been touched there before?" he whispered into her ear. "No, and I don't want you to. It's dirty there!" she exclaimed. Bill's hand was again on her butt with the tips of his fingers gently moving up and down her crack. Murphy was actually trembling from the strain of holding herself tightly clenched against any possible intrusion. "Didn't you take a shower before you came down?" he asked. "You don't smell dirty you smell nice and very sexy." "That's not the point," she responded and turned her head from the pillow to face him. "No one's ever touched me there before." Reaching down, Bill snagged the elastic string that went around her waist, pulled it away from her and released it with a soft snap. "These strings are transparent," he noted and lifted the one that went down between her cheeks. Murphy's cheeks clenched even tighter together and he couldn't pull the string out from between them. "Relax a little!" he ordered and kept a steady pull on the string while she gradually relaxed and it slipped out. Bill tugged on it and moving lower on the bed he rested the side of his face on her ass cheeks. "This looks like a fishing line," he said. "And from the smell of it I think I caught me a fish!" "Oh! You're terrible!" Murphy said and rolled over onto her back with her hands crossed in front of her breasts. "Hey! I did catch a fish in this little net down here," Bill laughed and tugged at the sheer triangle of mesh that did nothing to hide her pussy. "Why it's the rare pussy fish, I can smell it from here." Bill pulled the material up along her lower belly and the string moved between her pussy lips causing them to bulge outward. They were slick with lubrication and engorged with blood. Bill moved his face down towards it and kissed along her belly towards her crotch. "Don't do that!" Murphy pleaded and tried to pull his head back up. The action caused her arms to release her breasts and when Bill allowed her to tug his head back up he grasped both breasts and pushed their nipples together. "H'mmm, two for the price of one," he said and sucked both nipples into his mouth at one time. Murphy's arms came up and pulled his head tightly against her breasts. "Harder!" she ordered. "Harder and bite them a little!" Bill obliged and he soon had her groaning with pleasure and twisting her hips back and forth on the bed and thrashing her legs against the sheet. She coiled her body and tried to roll Bill over so she could get on top. He moved his right hand from her breast down to her pussy and cupped his hand around her drenched panties. Pulling her panties out from between her lips elicited a groan and a widening of her legs to give him access. Finding her opening, he slid his index and middle finger inside of her causing another, louder moan and an arching of her back until her body was supported on her shoulders and feet. Bill felt her hands on the back of his head and neck and she pulled him fiercely against her lips. Her tongue touched his lips before anything else and she licked across them while her breath almost snorted as she breathed through her nose. She was making little mewing sounds until he pinched her clitoris between his thumb on the outside and his fingers moving inside of her. Her mewing turned into a wail as she tore her lips from his and threw her head back against the pillow. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" she repeated. "Oh, shit! I'm going to cum - cumming!" the last word was drawn out through her gasping breath as her body arched even more with her arms pulling Bill so tightly against her shoulder that his ears hurt. Considerate of her sensitivity, he eased up on his pinching of her clitoris and let her come down from her ecstasy. She slowly ceased her shuddering and lowered her rigid body back down onto the bed without letting up on her stranglehold on Bill's neck. Each time he moved his thumb on her clitoris, she moaned and jerked. "No! No, more!" she whispered with closed eyes. " I can't stand it. Please wait, please wait for a minute." Easing her panties down, Bill encouraged her to lift her butt so he could pull them down and off of her legs and feet. Opening her eyes, She looked at him and he smiled at her before bringing the soaking wet panties to his nose. "Yep! It's a pussy fish I caught," he laughed and wiped the panties across his face before reaching over her and pulling a pillow down alongside of her and rolling her back over with her crotch on top of the pillow. "What are you doing?" Running his hand over her ass cheeks, Bill traced a finger up and down the valley between them. She was much more relaxed although she wouldn't unclench enough for him to get his finger down between them. "We're going to try something new. Are you ready?" "No! I'm not! Wait!" she said almost in a panic. "What are you going to do!? Wait a minute!" Bill eased his body over hers and nudged her legs apart with his knees. Grasping his erection in his right hand, he rubbed it up and down between her legs and pussy lips. Murphy caught on to what he was trying to do and she hunched her butt up off of the pillow to allow him to easily fit himself into her wet entrance. Once he felt her lips part around the head of his cock, he gently lowered his hips and slid easily inside of her with a satisfied groan of pleasure. Murphy responded with a groan of her own and raised herself even higher to accommodate him. "Ever done it this way before?" Bill whispered into her ear. "Nooo!" she said in a long moan. "Robert's belly was too big and he was too small to ever get it in this way. He just got frustrated trying and blamed it on me." Sliding his hands under her body, Bill grasped her breasts and held her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He gently squeezed them each time his pubic hair scraped up against her ass. Murphy was responding in counter rhythm to his penetrations with each thrust accompanied by a moan of pleasure. "Oh, my god!" she breathed. "You are doing something in there that I never felt before. Don't stop!" Bill continued slowly driving himself in and out of Murphy's pussy. He was positioned outside of her legs and the combination of the tightness of her thighs and ass coupled with her natural tightness was pushing him rapidly toward completion. "I can't hold off much longer," he gasped into her ear. "You're too much for me!" "It's OK," she responded between gasps of breath. "I'm...I'm almost there. Yes!" Murphy rapidly moved her ass back against him as his thrusts picked up speed and power. It only took a few seconds before she raised her head and arched her body to the point where her head was almost touching her back. She grabbed onto his forearms and squeezed him at the moment her body went into paroxysms of pleasure. Bill just held on and kept his crotch pushed hard against her butt until her shuddering slowed and she lowered herself down onto the bed. He followed her down and gently slid in and out of her with his semi-erect cock. He kissed the back of her neck and trailed his tongue down along the top of her spine. "Oh, shit! That was something!" she exclaimed. "This is what it must feel like the first time someone takes a drug to get high. I should feel exhausted and drained but I'm full of energy and exhilaration. You're something else young man, something else." Bill raised up, looked down and watched as their fluids blended and dripped off of the end of his cock before rolling off of her and onto his side. Murphy squirmed around until she was facing him and raising her left leg she laid it across his thighs. Palming the sides of his face she pulled him towards herself and kissed him with a long, slow, sensuous kiss that showed her gratitude for what he had just given her. Bill relaxed and accepted her kiss while he waited for his heartbeat to return to normal. He couldn't keep his hands still and they moved caressingly up and down her back and down over her ass and thighs as far as he could reach. Nestling her face into his neck she started a crooning hum while writhing her body against his like a snake trying to wrap itself around someone. They shifted and maneuvered their limbs and bodies until they were literally touching from head to toe. Bill's lips found her ear and he gently sucked her lobe into his mouth. "Oh my god, lover. Take it easy. Give me a chance to recover. I promise I'll be right here." Their warm breaths soothed each other as their bodies melded into one another until they dozed off into a restful sleep. On the Beach Ch. 16 Bill woke up with his stomach rumbling from hunger. They had not made it to lunch and it was going on three o'clock in the afternoon. Murphy slept peacefully beside him. She was lying on her belly with one foot resting on the back of the other knee. Bill wasn't sure whether to wake her or not when she sighed and opened her eyes. "What time is it?" she murmured without lifting her head. "I'm hungry!" "It's nearly three," Bill replied and ran his fingers down her back and cupped her ass cheek. "I'm hungry too!" Squeezing her cheek he slipped his hand down between her legs and ran a finger along her pussy lips. They easily separated and he worked his finger inside and into the warmth within. "Don't! I have to pee," she said and rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Can I watch?" he asked. "No! I'd rather do it myself," she responded with a laugh. "Why do you want to watch?" "If you let me watch I'll tell you," he replied. "I'm not sure I can go with someone watching," she said thoughtfully. "I'm used to being alone." "You mean The General never watched you while you were going?" "Not on your life!" she said over her shoulder while walking towards the bathroom. "We had separate bathrooms at home and he stayed out until I was finished if I had to use the toilet when we were in a place without separate ones." Murphy didn't close the door so Bill took that as permission to get up and move into the open doorway. He watched as Murphy sat down, looked at him for a moment than lifted her hands and covered her face. "Don't look!" she ordered and gave a little grunt than a quiet sigh as she let go. Bill listened to the familiar sound of gushing pee hitting the porcelain bowl and the memories of his mother filled his mind. "Are you OK?" her voice came through his mental haze. "You look like you are in another world." "I was for a moment," he replied. "Are you going to tell me?" Murphy asked while patting herself dry with a pad of paper. "You promised." Reaching back she pushed the handle and flushed the toilet before standing up and walking over to Bill and pressing herself against him with her arms around his waist. "Well?" she said and kissed him on the lips. "You're hard again so what are you thinking about?" Lifting one leg she pushed down on his erection and fitted it between her thighs. Bill could feel her warmth and wetness and briefly wondered if some of the wet was from pee mixed with their combined fluids. "Do you want to do it one more time before we eat," Murphy said between little nibbles on his neck. "I can last a little while longer without food but I do need some more sex. I don't believe that I just said that," she said thoughtfully after a short pause. "Uh huh," was all Bill said in reply because he was concentrating on the sensation she was giving him by slipping her wet pussy back and forth on his cock. Bending his knees, Bill reached down and picked Murphy up by her buttocks. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his to hold on to him. Bill had to take short steps towards the bed because her feet wrapped around behind his calves kept him from moving too fast. By the time that they had made the six or seven foot walk to the bed Murphy was mewing like a lost cat. Her thighs were wide open and she could feel the chilly, air conditioned air on her wet thighs and pussy. The sensation was driving her nuts and all she could think about was fitting the cock she could feel rubbing against her into her where it belonged and adding to the erotic sensations that took over her body. Murphy felt the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed and she released her stranglehold on Bill's neck to let herself down onto the mattress. He stood in front of her with his shiny-headed wet cock bobbing in front of her face. They both paused for a moment and looked into each other's eyes. Taking the initiative she cradled his balls in her right hand and encircled his erection with her left to slowly stroke him. Rubbing her thumb on the wet and sensitive underside of the head of his cock elicited a groan of pleasure and a slight buckling of his knees when he reacted to her touch. Bill's pleading eyes locked with hers and they both knew what he wanted. "I don't know if I can do this right," she said. "I've only touched one man like this before and it was when I was in college," she continued while still gently stroking him and rolling his balls gently in her fingers. "There's no right or wrong way to do it," Bill gasped through a little laugh at his own joke. "You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable doing it." Moving his hips he helped Murphy slide her hand back and forth on his organ. His desire was apparent but still she hesitated. She stared at his cock and then looked back and forth from his eyes to what she held in her hand while slowly moving her face closer to it. When she was only an inch or two away, Bill could feel her breath bathing his cock and he lurched with the sensation. Murphy tightly clenched her hand around him and tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked him. Bill groaned with pleasure and raising his hand he placed it gently on the back of her head. Looking down he could see the tan lines on her finger where her wedding rings used to be and a sudden feeling of guilt hit him in the gut. He started to pull away but Murphy held on even tighter and pulled him back by his balls and cock. Pursing her lips she kissed the head once, pulled away, looked at it and then looked up at Bill. Her tongue wiped across her lips and retreated into her mouth while she considered his taste. With a slight smile on her lips she kissed it again before pulling back and once more looking up at him. Her smile was wider this time and opening her mouth she stuck out her tongue out as a guide. Resting his cock on her tongue, she closed her lips around it and captured it with her mouth. She found that the taste was sort of bland and not at all offensive. It had been so long since she had done anything like this that she wasn't sure if she could do it. His crown felt hot in her mouth and she used the little ridge behind it as a place to lock her lips and rub her tongue up and down the underside. There was so much fluid in her mouth that she couldn't tell if it was saliva or his lube or a mixture of both. He pushed against her and even with her hand wedged between his belly and her mouth it went a little too far back into her throat and she gagged at the intrusion. Bill pulled back and she was able to stifle her gag but her spasming throat swallowed what was in her mouth. Bill groaned from the exquisite sensation of Murphy's mouth and tongue on his cock. He felt it squeeze into her throat and tried to pull out but he was too late and he saw her eyes water when she gagged. She didn't let up but when she swallowed the suction almost drove him crazy. He watched as her cheeks hollowed when she sucked on the head. She may not have much practice but his cock didn't know that. Her tongue moving around under the head and her fingers rolling his balls sent him into an immediate climax. "Oh, stop! I'm going to cum. I'm cumming!" he repeated and tried to pull away. Murphy made a conscious decision to let him ejaculate into her mouth. She made a negative noise around his erection and held him tightly while following his movements with her head. Her eyes were open but she was not looking up at him as she clenched her hand tightly around him and increased the vacuum of her suck. Unable to control himself any more he let go with his muscles clenching as they worked together to create the pressure of the ultimate male pleasure of ejaculating semen. Holding onto her face with both hands he tried not to push too far into her mouth but satisfied himself with short strokes through her lips and over her tongue. Murphy continued to hum sounds of pleasure and to keep her mouth around him to catch the ropes of cum filling her mouth. Bill felt his legs weaken after his fourth spurt and he thought he was going to fall. Tilting her head back, Murphy pulled her mouth off of him with a pop and looking up into his eyes she smiled and made a show of swallowing his gift to her. "For someone who has never done that before you sure learn fast," he groaned. "That was wonderful!" "Thank you," Murphy grinned and licked her lips. Sucking his waning erection back into her mouth she played with it on her lips and tongue eliciting more groans from Bill. "Oh, please stop! It's too sensitive," he pleaded making a half-hearted attempt to pull away. "Oh, God that feels good!" Giving one more hearty suck, Murphy released him and sat back with a pleased grin on her face. "Not bad for an old lady learning new tricks," she laughed. "I actually liked it and the taste wasn't too bad either. I think I could learn to like it as much as I liked pleasing you." They lay facing each other on the bed trading little kisses and petting each other's bodies. "Can you taste yourself?" she asked after kissing him me with her lips open and her tongue swirling around his. "I can still taste you." "Yes, and I taste pretty good," he replied and sucked on her tongue. "Better than most men!" "How do you know how other men taste?" she asked pulling back in wonderment. "I don't," he laughed. "I'm just teasing you." Bill could taste himself in her mouth. He had tasted his own semen many times with Sandy and after masturbating. It was not unpleasant and he always figured that if his women took him in their mouth than he could just as well do it too. "Let me please you now," Bill asked and moved to kiss her. "Not now. I'm OK. Let's eat, I'm starved!" Murphy replied. "Let's leave it like this for a while." On the Beach Ch. 17 Dinner at Phillips Seafood was pleasant now that Bill was not afraid of Robert showing up. They talked of many things but Bill could detect a hint of sadness in her voice and demeanor. "You're unhappy, aren't you?" Bill asked while they were having their after dinner coffee. "I'm sorry I can't do more to help you feel better." "It's not your fault!" she responded. "I'm going to have to face him sooner or later and I can't keep that thought out of my mind." Bill reached across the booth table, took her hands in his and asked, "Are you going to go back to him?" He felt a tightening of her grip and he knew what her response was going to be before she voiced it. "Probably. Oh, damn him," she gripped Bill's hands for a moment then relaxed her fingers and pulled them back into her lap. "Damn him, damn him," she repeated. "I used to be able to pretend that nothing was happening but I can't anymore and I don't know what to do. I thought I had my mind made up but now I'm not so sure." Sensing it was time to leave, he signaled for the check. Murphy had asked him to drive her SUV and after helping her up into the passenger side he settled himself behind the wheel. Murphy slid over and sat on the console next to him and clutching his arm she rested her head on his shoulder. "You've saved my life this week," she said. "You've made me as happy as I've been in a long, long time. You've made me feel alive and worthwhile as a woman but I've made up my mind and I'm going back home tomorrow." Raising her head she offered her lips and Bill turned to take her in his arms. "I'm glad that I was here but I believe the feelings are mutual. I wasn't in the best of places when I arrived and you helped me to forget the past and look towards the future. I'm just sorry we can't spend more time together but I completely understand your feelings." Giving him a peck on the lips, Murphy settled into her seat and fastened her belt. "Let's go back. I want to sleep all night with you tonight." Back at the condo they didn't get past the living room before they had removed their clothes and made love with Murphy sitting on the sofa and Bill standing on the floor. Her legs were up over his shoulders with her body almost bent in half beneath him. "Oh, that was nice but I'm going to be sore in the morning," she laughed. "My old bones can't take these Yoga type exercises." Bill slipped on a pair of shorts and handed one of his tee shirts to Murphy. She was no longer shy about showing her body in front of him and he reached out and tweaked her nipple as she slipped the shirt over her head. She squealed and jumped back while pulling the shirt the rest of the way down. It nicely covered her body down to her thighs. "Let's sit on the balcony. It's nice out and the moon is still full," she suggested. "But remember we can't both sit in one of those plastic chairs!" "I'll be out in a minute," he said and went into the bathroom. When Bill came back out of the bathroom, Murphy had pulled the cushions off of the sofa and the living room chair and stacked them up to form a seat along the wall on the balcony. She looked comfortable sitting there with a beer in each of her hands. "Want one?" she asked and handed him a bottle. They sat I silence for a while with their hands idly caressing each other's exposed skin. There was nothing sexual about it and it gave them a sense of closeness while each was lost in their own thoughts. Bill almost jumped when Murphy suddenly broke the silence. "I don't want this to end. I want to stay on vacation with you and forget about the rest of the world!" Bill turned towards her and pulled her into his arms. "That would be perfect," he agreed. "I wish I could make it happen." "No matter how I look at it, this is just going to be a summer romance, isn't it?" she sadly said. "Oh, I wouldn't say that," he replied. "We can still see each other when we get back home. Can't we?" Bill's response was what Murphy wanted to hear and she wrapped her arms around his. "I think I would like that," she murmured. "We'll just have to see but that's enough of that. We are here now and we are together now so let's stay in the now." "Wow! I didn't know that philosophers came in beautiful woman's bodies," Bill laughed and squeezed her butt. "Thank you," she replied and cuddled even closer to him by throwing her legs over his and resting her head on his chest. "Am I too heavy?" she asked. "Never!" he replied. "Look at that moon out there glowing just for us." Murphy looked up and cocked her head. "Listen! The waves are quiet. This must be low tide," "The water may be low but your squirming around on my lap has me almost at high tide," he said and rearranged his erection to a more comfortable position under his shorts. Murphy laughed and cuddled back up against him. "I'll take care of that in a little while," she said. "Now you promised to tell me what you were thinking about while you were being a pervert when I was on the toilet." "You'll really think I'm a pervert if I tell you," he wryly said. "No, I won't, but on second thought maybe I will, but tell me anyway or I'll make you go to bed with that growth I can feel poking me in my behind." Bill told her his story about his fetish with mother and her nylons and underwear. At first he was embarrassed but he soon found that he enjoyed telling someone something that had been bottled up inside of him all of those years. Murphy listened intently without interruption but he noticed that her squirming against him increased as he shared the details. "So you think of me as your mother?" Murphy asked when he had finished his story. "Now, that is kinky! You are a pervert!" Bill started to protest but he lost his train of thought as her last comment was said while she was turning her body around to face him and straddling his legs. She arranged her bottom so that her naked pussy was tight against his erection. "Take your shorts off," she said in a husky voice. "I want to feel you against me." Bill helped her kneel over him so he could slide his shorts down his legs. He used his feet to kick them off and Murphy settled back down with her pussy lips split on each side of his cock. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders she buried her face in his neck and slowly rubbed herself on him. The sensation was incredible and Bill was having trouble keeping himself in check. "You keep that up and I'm going to cum," he warned. "Isn't that the idea," she giggled and sitting back she pulled his tee shirt up and off so that her naked breasts could press against his bare skin. She cupped them and pushed them together against him so that her nipples made indentations in his chest. "There! That's better and they're not hanging down under my arms," she said and continued to move her body against his. Bill was consumed by sensations and was still having a hard time holding back. Her warm thighs were grasping his and she had her feet hooked around and on top his legs. He held on to her butt but didn't try to alter her movements as she kept them both at a high pitch of arousal with her pussy caressing his cock. His balls were soaked with the lubrication oozing out of her pussy and her soft belly molded itself against his. Her breasts flattened against his chest and she included her upper body in her movements against him. Breathing into his ear Murphy said, "Does this feel like what you want your mother to do to you?" Bill lurched with the thought and started to protest but Murphy sucked on his earlobe and gave it a little nip. "S'hhh, honey!" Let mommy take care of you," she whispered. "I'll make it all better!" He could only hold on and allow her to bring his passion higher and higher until they reached a peak when she planted little kisses from his ear, up over his closed eyelids an down the side of his nose to his lips. Murphy licked his lips and Bill opened his mouth to accept her tongue and her saliva. Murphy increased the speed of her movements and they moaned into each other's mouths until the moans were replaced by grunts when they both exploded into orgasm. His hands were now helping her move against him in their fierce attempts to achieve the last ounce of pleasure from each other. Their teeth clicked against each other's as their grunts became pants of anticipated release into each other's mouths. Her climax started first with her making mewing sounds into Bill's mouth. Her body shuddered and quaked as the overpowering sensations took control of her nerves. Bill's explosion followed right behind hers as his semen ejaculated onto and was spread around between their bellies moving against each other. Murphy straightened her back and sat upright to press herself even harder against his cock. Her neck and back muscles became rigid and her head fell back as she let out a low keening cry of release and satisfaction. Bill's orgasm was less vocal but no less intense and his arms and hands pulled her against him so tightly that he would have hurt her if she were not also totally absorbed in her own pleasure. Murphy fell back against him and licked their merged sweat from his neck. She gasped for air while the final throes of her orgasm racked her body. Bill felt drained and settled back against the cushions dropping his tired arms from around her. His head lolled and she continued to make little jerky movements each time a slight movement of their bodies triggered another wave of pleasure. "Did you hear that?" a child like voice came from the balcony next door. "What was that? It sounded like a puppy! We couldn't bring our dog why could they bring theirs?" A soothing female adult voice said, "It was probably the wind honey. Go on inside and I'll get us all a dish of ice cream. Now go in and put on your pajamas." "Wind hell!" a male voice laughed. "That was the sound of a very satisfied woman. Let's put him to bed and see if I can make you do that!" "S'hhh! They'll hear us!" the female voice cautioned. "Let's wait until he's asleep and do it out here like they did!" The sound of a kiss was followed by the click of a screen door sliding closed. By the time the conversation reached that point, Bill and Murphy were in the throes of stifled hysterical laughter. Murphy's eyes were tearing from trying to keep her laughter muffled in Bill's neck while Bill had almost stuffed the tee shirt she was wearing into his mouth. "Let's stay out here and listen to them and see if they have as much fun as we just had," Bill said as he breathed in the perfumed scent of Murphy's short hair. "Jesus! I can't believe that I'm doing these things. This is another first for me. Thank you!" "No! Thank you," Bill replied. "I didn't know that pretending to be my mother would set you off like that. I'm not complaining, just pleased." Murphy eased herself off of Bill's wilting cock. "Let's go in and use the bed. I have some more ideas I want to try." On the Beach Ch. 18 The pile of sofa cushions on the balcony brought back the night's memories to Bill when he walked out onto the balcony and into the early morning sun. The beach umbrellas were not yet up and there were more birds than people on the beach. He watched the gulls and the long-legged birds running along the water's edge clean up the beach from the nighttime parties. Bill thought that Murphy was going to spend the night and after making love twice she fell asleep in his arms. Sometime during the night he awoke with a full bladder and she was gone. He didn't know what time she had returned to her condo but her place in the bed was already cold. She had told him that she was going back home to confront Robert and figure out what they were going to do. Robert had called her cell phone several times but she refused to answer and the one time that she called their home number the voice mail picked up and she left a message telling him that she was OK and then hung up with no further explanation. Drying off after his shower, Bill could smell the brewed coffee he had started before shaving and showering. He wondered if there was any donuts left and then decided that he was going to go out and get some real breakfast after having a cup of coffee. He thought of calling Murphy but decided against it. She had enough on her mind if she was going to leave that morning and he was sure that she would call him before she left. They both knew that it was a dim possibility that they would continue their relationship back in Virginia but if she did kick Robert out maybe they could get together. He wasn't sure that he wanted to interfere in their marriage if she did decide to try and make it work or at least learn to put up with her husband. Murphy's Escalade was nowhere in sight as Bill maneuvered his truck down the ramps of the parking garage. "Maybe she's gone and didn't want to see me before she left," he mused with a feeling of disappointment. "Well, it was good while it lasted!" he said aloud as he pulled out into the light, early morning traffic onto Ocean Boulevard. The stack of pancakes quickly disappeared along with the poached eggs and corned beef hash at the Golden Griddle restaurant. The local paper had very little national news and he wasn't familiar with the place names of the local stuff about zoning and the building boom in the area. A final cup of coffee and he was back in his truck and ready for the day. "Hi Mr. Hughes," the voice said from behind his beach chair. Bill knew who it was before he saw her. He was slouched in his beach chair with his head towards one side. Opening his eyes underneath the peak of his ball cap, he almost went cross-eyed trying to focus on the crotch of her bathing suit almost touching the peak of his cap about three inches from his nose. His eyes moved from her crotch to the yellow Lifeguard badge and back to her crotch. It didn't look like there was a lining in the suit or else she had removed it. The red material of the suit was trapped between a pair of pussy lips that were slowly moving closer to his face until he could have stuck out his tongue and licked them. "Where's your friend?" "Uh, I don't know where she is," he lied. She had her lifesaving board slung over her shoulder by its strap and she was carrying a water bottle. The modest suit that must have been standard for the Lifeguards covered her breasts but her nipples were stretching the fabric as if they were trying to poke through and into the sunlight. "That's too bad," she commiserated in a tone that told Bill she was not at all sad at his report. "She may be shopping or playing golf with her husband," he continued. "She really wasn't my friend, she was just an acquaintance." "I saw you on the beach the other night," she told him with a wry smile. "You looked real friendly then!" Bill didn't know how to respond so he just looked up at her and smiled. Then he deliberately traced his eyes down over her breasts and belly to her crotch where he paused for a moment before raising them back up to her face. Missy smiled and stuck her tongue out at him and elaborately ran it across her lips. "I'd better get back to work before my boss sees me messing with the guests," she said turning and facing the water. She purposely swung her hip so that it pushed up against his face almost knocking his cap off of his head. "See you later." Bill tried to relax so that his growing erection inside of his tight jock strap would quiet down. Closing his eyes and pulling his cap back down he avoided looking at the young women and mothers that were setting up the towels all around him. It took a few minutes of thinking about work before he relaxed enough to get up off of his chair and walk into the water to cool off in the ocean. The shower felt good as the warm water washed the salt from his body while he shampooed his hair. Not sure of what to do with the rest of the morning, Bill settled on slouching in a chair on the balcony and reading his email with the slow Wi-Fi connection he was pirating. Bored with waiting for the long list of emails to download, he left his laptop on the table and walked into the kitchen to get a beer from the refrigerator. The door chimes sounded just as he popped the top and he left the can on the table to open the door. "Thank god your home, Billy," she said as she brushed past him and continued on down the hall towards the master bedroom. "I forgot my key and I have to go to the bathroom real bad." Bill's mouth was open as if he was about to speak but no words came out as he watched Murphy click-clack her way down the tiled hall in her white, spike-heeled shoes. She carried a white purse and wore a white skirt and a white, sleeveless over blouse. Bill could see the faint shadows of her legs through her skirt when she reached the sunlit living room. Bill was about ten steps behind her as he followed her down the hall and he watched in silence as she tossed her purse on a chair and turned into the master bedroom door. He reached the bathroom door in time to see her pull up her skirt and pull down her pantyhose and panties before sitting on the toilet seat. The only sound was the hiss of her urine as she peed against the porcelain of the toilet. He was still silent when she looked over at him and smiled to acknowledge his presence. He raised his hand and made as if to speak when she stopped him by putting her finger up to her lips indicating she wanted him to be quiet. Giving a little grunt to force the last drops out, she formed a pad of several sheets of toilet paper and wiped herself. Looking carefully at the pad she dropped it between her legs and forming another one from the roll she repeated the wiping and looking process. Bill's unsnapped his shorts and pulling the zipper down he allowed them to puddle at his feet. The toilet flushed and he looked up to see her raise herself up off of the seat and watch the water and the discarded pads circle until they disappeared down the drain. He grasped his erection bobbing in front of him and started to slowly stroke himself until she looked up at him with a little smile and gently shook her head to tell him she didn't want him to continue. He stopped stroking and not quite knowing what to do with his hands he wrapped one around his waist and caressed his chest and nipples with the other. It was like watching a movie that he had seen many times before. She examined the crotch of her panties before she rested her right foot on her left knee and removed her shoe. Repeating the process with her left foot she left that foot resting on her knee and massaged her toes through the nylon of her hose. After repeating the massage with her other foot she rolled her panty hose down over her knees and tugged them off of her feet. When Bill realized that she was wearing thigh high stocking underneath the pantyhose, his erection throbbed and he succumbed to the feeling by cupping his balls and gently fondling them in their sack., Her panties came off next and she placed them on the sink next to her before standing and removing her blouse and unzipping her skirt. Stepping out of it she folded it neatly before hanging it over the towel rack. Her bra followed and holding onto the sink for balance she maneuvered her shoes right side up with her foot and stepped into it. It was an erotic sight to watch her height increase by three inches when she stood in the high-heeled shoe and repeat the process with the other one. He silently watched as she picked up her pantyhose and panties and ignoring his presence, she walked by him and into the bedroom. Standing next to the bed she looked out into the living room and called, "Is that you son, I'm in my room changing. Why don't you come up so we can talk." Bill's knees almost buckled and he let out a gasp when she sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped her hand into the leg of her pantyhose. Looking directly at him she said, "Come in son so I can help you with that." Bill slowly walked over to stand in front of her and when he came close enough she threaded the leg of the pantyhose over his erection until it was trapped in the foot. Placing her panties into his hand she touched his wrist and encouraged him to raise them towards his face before slipping her other arm into the remaining pantyhose leg and squeezing his ass cheek, she pulled him towards herself with her nylon covered hand. Bill whimpered when she began caressing his hard cock through the nylon as he caressed his face with her panties. They smelled of pussy musk and perfume and when she took his erection into her mouth through the nylon hose and sucked hard, he lost it and grasped the back of her head to hold her while he jetted out ropes of cum through the nylon mesh and onto her tongue. "Oh, mommy, mommy! I love you!" he cried as she continued to suck him until he couldn't stand the sensations that had sensitized his cock to a point where he couldn't bear to have it touched. Pulling back from her mouth, Bill collapsed to his knees on the floor between Murphy's legs and fell forward pushing her onto her back on the bed. Resting his face on her belly, he shuddered and panted as the last crampy spasms worked their way from his groin and into his still hard cock pushing the final drops of semen out onto the bed sheet. Murphy lay quietly and gently caressed his face and head with her hands still wrapped in the nylon. Bill finally raised his head and looked into her face creased with a smile so wide he thought she would split it wide open. "Like that?" she asked and giggled. "I do remind you of your mother, don't I?" "Goddamn, woman! You are something else. I don't believe you just did that!" "I hope I remembered everything you told me," she said. "I added the second pair of stockings because I figured that you would like them and I wanted you to have something to remember me by. Did I succeed?" "I wouldn't have forgotten you without this little charade we just played out but now you are embedded in my brain forever you little minx! I thought you had left without saying goodbye and I was a little hurt by it. Now I see what you have been doing. Where were you this morning? Shopping?" "Yep! All for you! Well, almost. I enjoyed it too. Now come up here and make love to me. Have you recovered enough?" "I've been recovered if that's what you want to call it. I may stay hard for a week after that episode." "Good, but I won't be here for a week so come up here and use it all up in the next hour." On the Beach Ch. 19 Instead of moving up as Murphy had suggested, Bill stayed where he was and lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around her legs he lovingly caressed them through her nylon stockings and kissed the backs of her thighs. Lowering his mouth to barely an inch from her pussy exposed between her thighs he blew a stream of air onto her moisture-covered lips. Murphy squirmed and twisted from the erotic sensations and let out a gasp when his tongue licked her from bottom to top. Touching his tongue to the spot between her pussy and her rectum, he curled it into a point and inserted it between her lips. Murphy jerked when she felt his tongue almost touching her ass hole but she didn't pull away. She held her breath when she felt him worm his tongue between her lips and move it up to peel her lips apart. She could feel every nerve ending as her lips separated around his tongue until it reached her clitoris. Pulling back he looked knelt up and looked at her. "You like that?" he asked. "God, yes! Do it again!" She tried to entice him to go back to what he was doing by raising her bottom towards his face. Arching up she supported herself with her calves on his shoulders and her upper back pressed against the bed. Bill laughed and moved his hands to her ass cheeks to help hold her up. Bending her knee, she placed the sole of her right shoe on his shoulder and tried to press him down to where she wanted his mouth. Her spike heel dug into his shoulder and he winced from the sharp pain and dropped her onto the bed. "Take them off!" she whispered and pulled her knees back towards her chest so he could reach her feet. Slipping each shoe off he kissed each arch in turn through the nylon before tossing her shoes to the floor. Murphy allowed him to make love to her feet for a few minutes before she reached up and clasped his hands in hers. She planted the soles of both of her feet directly on his face and moved them around in a caress that almost sent him over the edge. Bill groaned and tried to pull his hands from her grasp but she trapped his head with her toes behind his neck and pulled his face towards her pussy. Bill didn't resist and following her lead he kissed his way down her thigh and over the top of her stocking to her bare flesh. Murphy made a sound of encouragement and moved her feet from the back of his neck down over his shoulders and onto his back. Bill couldn't decide which was better - the scent of her pussy that he was tasting or the feel of her stockinged feet caressing his back. He settled for both and once more lapped her swollen and wide-open pussy lips with his tongue. Searching for her clitoris with the tip of his tongue he trapped it between his tongue and upper lip and sucked it until it came out from under its little protective sheath and he could feel it laying on his tongue. Murphy was almost screaming with the sensations and she wrapped her legs around his head to prevent his escape before she was satisfied. Boosting her ass up off of the bed with his hands, Bill inserted two fingers into her flooded pussy and using the lubrication he collected he pulled them out and transferred her oil to her crinkled rosebud. Murphy moaned when he circled her opening and he expected her to pull away but after an initial clenching of her cheeks she relaxed and let him play around her opening with his finger. He applied a little more pressure and she let out with a yelp when his finger penetrated her up to his first knuckle. Murphy moaned again and pushed her groin harder against his face. Bill continued to suck gently on her clitoris and massage it with his tongue while moving his finger in and out of her ass. Each time he pushed it in he went a little farther until he buried it as far in as it would go. Murphy took that moment to explode into a giant orgasm and humped her bottom against his face and his hand. Her paroxysms of pleasure went on for almost a minute before she slowly relaxed and with diminishing groans slowly went limp and he let her gently down onto the bed. Allowing her to relax and recover for a minute or two, he continued to caress her legs and kiss her belly and groin. Each time his tongue went lower to her clitoris she shuddered and twitched letting out a little whine of pleasure. As her breathing slowly returned to normal Bill got his feet under him and moved up to kneel on the bed between her splayed legs. He lowered himself until the head of his erection just touched her wet pussy. Teasing her with his cock he moved it up and down over her pussy and into the niche formed by the cheeks of her ass. Each time he moved down to her ass she responded by lifting her buttocks to offer him easier access to her anal opening. Bill considered taking advantage of her new offering but decided he needed an old fashioned fuck and did not want to take the chance that she would back out of any attempts at anal penetration. He paused the next time he spread her pussy lips and angling his hips he pushed himself into her channel. Murphy raised her hips in a reciprocal movement and opened herself wider to accept his insertion. He lay still for a moment with his cock buried to the hilt inside of her milking pussy. Unable to ignore the feelings any longer he began to move himself in and out of her and her knees came up to clasp his sides and rested her stocking clad feet on his hipbones. Bill's lips almost swallowed Murphy's and his tongue searched her mouth to find hers. She sucked it into her mouth and held it there with gentle pressure of her teeth so she could swipe her own tongue on his in a back and forth motion in time with his thrusts. Bill moaned into her mouth and he heard their teeth click together with their passion. Murphy gave one last strong suck on his tongue before releasing him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his back and pulled herself against his body. Her lips touched his ear and her almost gasp like breathing of passion was like a melody that inflamed his emotions and sensations to the bursting point. "I'm...leaving...today!" she said in time with his body pulsing thrusts. "I'm...going...back...home." Bill paused with his cock buried entirely within her. "You're leaving!?" he repeated. "Why?" "I have to," she replied. "I just can't let my marriage end like this. I have to talk to him and then decide what I'm going to do." Murphy clung to him and began to milk his cock with her internal muscles much like she had during their first coupling. "Make love to me, Billy! Make mommy happy. This may be the last time we can do this!" Bill gave a start at her words but he quickly recovered and began to thrust again. Neither of them could control themselves and the thrusting soon turned into them pounding themselves against each other's groins until the slap of their wet flesh reverberated off the walls of the sparsely furnished bedroom. Bill dug his toes into the mattress to gain a hold while at the same time Murphy crossed her ankles behind his back and using her legs as leverage she seesawed herself back and forth on his driving cock. They both exploded into orgasm at the same time and the only sound in the room was their breathing and the sounds of their lips and tongues washing each other's face in wet, sloppy desperate kisses before Bill rolled over on his side with Murphy following him keeping her legs wrapped around his hips. "I've done things with you that I've never done with anyone else. I don't know what comes over me when you touch me but I never thought that I would let anyone stick their finger up my butt!" "Did you like it?" Murphy didn't respond. "Well, did you?" She buried her face in his shoulder and made a muffled sound. "What?" he asked. "MmmHmm!" "What?" he teased her. "Did you say yes?" "MmmHmm!" "Louder!" M'MMM-H'MMM!" "I can't hear you," he said into her ear and pulling her ass cheek open with one hand he rubbed the middle finger of his other hand on her ass hole. "What did you say?" Murphy lifted her face away from his shoulder. "Yes, damnit, yes! I liked it! Are you satisfied?"