0 comments/ 16476 views/ 4 favorites One Spring Morning Ch. 01 By: a_student One Spring Morning, She finally gets him naked in her arms … One Spring Morning It is about 9:30 in the morning of a late spring day. The place is a mid-west university town. In a quiet neighborhood North of campus the trees are in full leaf. The sun is bright, the air is warm and the buzz of life is in the air. No more work today. Grad school spring finals are over for Dave. He's ready for the break between Spring and Summer quarters. His Research Assistant job is already shutdown for two weeks. He turned in the take home final for his Engineering Mechanics - Vibrations of Structures class at 8 am. Phew, finals are OVER. Finding the early morning is most productive he got up at 2 am to finish off the test and check his work. He had gone to bed at 10 pm, slept well and woke to a quiet house. This test was hours of matrix calculations deriving eigenvalues, you had to show your work. The professor shared the answer after collecting papers. Dave knows he got the answer correct. Grades will be based on showing detailed work. He feels sure of an A. Now it is time to relax, do something to take the edge off his manic caffeine powered buzz. The house is quiet; housemates are out working or studying. He's soaking in a hot bath, reading a paperback copy of “The Mote in Gods Eye”, smoking a jay. No plans, just relax, spaced out. After all, it's Thursday of finals week. He thinks everybody else is still cramming for finals. He has been grinding out work, out of touch most all of the week, now he just plans to chill, hanging out for the rest of the day. The phone rings, breaking into his other-world experience. He reached for the extension on a long cord. Picking up the phone he answers in his best smokey Maynard G. Krebs, "You rang?" then hears a breathless stream of words. "Hi Dave, It's Sandy. Come over here quick. I need you. Park in the back." CLICK. She hung up without saying goodbye or waiting for an answer. Phone to his ear, his eyes close to a mental picture of the curvy curly blonde haired woman and their last time together. It warms him with a sexual glow. Sandy and Dave have known each other for years. Flirted, then even went further than extra friendly exploratory kisses. Even made it all the way to body groping, but they were dating others. It didn't go any further but the thought was there. Tempting. They crossed paths at parties, making weed connections, or with a hiking and camping group. They know lots of the same people and always had fun together. After her last romantic breakup in January, Sandy disappeared into Mexico for months. Now Sandy is back in town. Dave has been a free agent since his most recent serious romance fell apart last fall. He escaped with only minor emotional scarring. ................................................................................ Sandy called Dave last Monday, a friendly call right out of the blue. He quickly agreed to give her a ride to her new night job, answering the phone for an answering service. She volunteered to walk over to his house a little early for a 'Welcome Back' visit. That visit turned into a kissy face make out session. Dave always had beer and weed so, in the spirit of sharing, their visit began sitting together close on the couch building a mild buzz. “So, tell me about Mexico.” Dave had asked while rolling a number. “It was fun, but I'm glad to be back. I went all the way to the pyramids near Cozumel, but I ran out of money for gas and had to sell my VW bug. It wasn't bad. It was worth more in Mexico than I paid for it here, so I kind of got my trip for free. It was getting pretty beat up, back roads in Mexico are rough. Don't know if I was really allowed to sell it in Mexico, but what the heck, they paid me cash. I'll get another car in a while.” He relights the number takes a toke and passes it to her. After he exhales, he asks. “So how did you get around after that?” “There were a bunch of guys camping out of a van by the pyramids. I caught a ride with them. It seemed OK at first. But, two of the guys got weird. Possessive weird. Wanted me to say which one was my boyfriend. Neither one was worth getting naked with. They were losers. I was just hitching a ride. Being with them got old quick. I'd seen most everything I wanted to see. Being on the road for months like that can get old. I ditched them and bought a bus ticket home. That was wild. There were pigs and chickens on the bus. Sometimes I rode on top with the luggage.” She sat close as she told her story. Her body touched his from lips to toes. Her hand explored his face, his hand held her neck as his thumb caressed her ear. “I called Debbie to ask if I could get back in my old place. Then I called you. You're one of the first friends I've seen. I really miss friends like you. I was thinking about you, since before Mexico.” said Sandy. After she takes a toke, Sandy pulled Dave into a kiss. She blows the smoke into his lungs then plugs him with her tongue. The kiss is every bit as mind bending as the weed. Maybe more. It fired their lust. His fingers combed up into her curly blonde hair from the back of her neck. He held her gently as they kiss. Sandy's nipples crinkle tight as she pulls him firmly into a full body hug. He leans back against the arm of the couch, pulls her leg over his so she straddles his thigh. Her magnificent breasts mash against his chest. He caresses her firm round ass. The side of his arm rubs the side of her breast. Coming up for air, she humped her pussy down hard on this thigh and asked, “How about you, what have you been doing?” Foreheads together they talk quietly. Noses trace each others face. The aroma of the others skin is more intoxicating than any drug. “I've been busy with classes and work, haven't been seeing anyone seriously, just dating around. I was glad when you called.” Hungry for him she kisses his neck below his ear, nosing into his hair she licks his skin. Her fingers touch him strongly exploring, invading, taking possession. One arm is tunneled between the couch and the small of his back, the other traces the terrain of his body openly. Fingertips over nipples, under arms, along jaw line... She ask about a long list of mutual friends. He answers as they both stumble around her indirect way of asking who he is seeing, 'not seriously'. The unstated question; “Who are you sleeping with?” Legs entwined, groins pressed into each other the conversation continues between kisses. Freely feeling each others bodies through their clothes they mutually stroked what they could reach. She asks in a sexy whisper, “What do you think about me?” He replies with a growling moaning,“OH... Sandy, I've wanted to be with you for a long time. But first you were dating Mark, then Roger, then Bill. They are my friends too. It seemed every time you broke up, I was dating someone. It was always complicated. Seems we were always out of synch. I remember your goodbye kiss before you split for Mexico. My heart was calling, 'Don't Go!'” “But my head knew you were hurting and angry and dead set on leaving. I liked kissing you. I like kissing you. I wanted more. But, I know how it feels when you have heartburn.” Their clothes are in disarray, his hand cups her breast, thumb on her nipple. Tongues engage in exploration. Her hand strokes his hardcock through his jeans. “What do you think now?” she asks softly. Pointed. Awkward, but if you don't ask you don't get. “I want you, I think you can feel how much I want you. But...I worry about getting serious. We've known each other for a while, I like you a lot. I don't want to lose you as a friend. The last time I got serious it turned out bad. I lost a good friend and lover. So tell me, Can we be friends and fuck each other, or is friendship doomed if we have sex?” With her skirt rucked up around her waist, her panty covered pussy rubbing his thigh, her hand tracing his hard cock-shaft she replies. “Oh Damn, I don't know. I don't care. I want you right now. I've been thinking about fucking you for the last six months. Yeah, that's before I broke up with Bill. It might be why I broke up with Bill. If I was that crazy for you, he must not have been the one. You were a test. He didn't pass. I swore off cock for a while. I needed Mexico to get my head straight.” “I'm crazy horny for your cock. But, I gotta be careful too. I don't know what's right long term, but I'm not going to be celibate anymore either. Right now tonight I just want some talk between friends, with kissing and messing around with clothes on. OK? Besides, I hav'ta go to work, remember? OK?” Reluctantly, quietly, he kisses her lightly and says, “Yeah, OK.” and seals it with a long tongue kiss and full body hug. Smiling and undeterred, Sandy snuggles her breasts closer into his chest, cups his balls and changes the subject slightly. “Are you seeing any one I know?” A complication Dave hasn't mentioned... Before Sandy split to Mexico she introduced Dave to several of her friends. Two of the friends, Rachel and Lindy, got very friendly. “Well, I've spent time with Lindy and Rachel but I can't say that it's going anywhere serious with either of them. Rachel and I have lots of fun together. I see her often, but it isn't serious. She's going back to the farm, that isn't for me.” “Yeah, she told me all about your first time together. You can call her any time. She really likes you.” “Should'a figured you two would talk to each other,” confesses Dave. While humping his thigh, Sandy's hand was teasing and squeezing the length of his pants covered cock. As it stiffened she arranged it expertly pointing straight up with the tip almost out of his pants. Now reaching her fingertips under his belt she can stroke around his bare cockhead. The center of Sandy's body pressed closely to his, her breasts spread to either side flattened against his chest. His arms surround her as fingers rake through her hair aiming her lips into a long lasting kiss. She breaks to pant as his free hand caresses her behind from her ass to pussy lips. Still forehead to forehead she speaks right into him with a smoking hot sexy voice, “I'd like some of what she had with you. It sounded hot” Exhaling with a sigh, he responds. By circling her prominent nipple with his thumb tip. “No secrets 'eh? I think women talk more about sex than men. I hope she didn't exaggerate.” Sandy has his buckle and fly loose to make more space for her hand as she says, “Doesn't feel like an exaggeration. So what about Lindy?” Her question pulses blood to bulge his cock in her hand as much as her strokes. He counters with a tweak of her hard standing nipple between his fingers as he closes for another kiss. Coming up for air he responds. “I saw Lindy several times after you introduced us.” “Our first date tells the story. I was to pick her up at 5 to get acquainted, then go to dinner and a party. She met me at the door in nothing but a little robe. She pulled me into the house, said, 'I'm horny, itching for a fuck all day.' Her kiss seemed to shoot her tongue down my throat. She hooked her leg through mine and humped my thigh. The robe came open. She was naked. She said, 'If you don't fuck me good, I'll call someone who will. Get naked, NOW.'” “Sounds like Lindy,” Sandy giggled. “She pulled my clothes off faster than I could right there by the door. She pushed me against the door and sucked my cock to the root. She scraped her teeth all the way back to the head. Nearly bit the helmet off. Seemed like she was trying to suck my balls out through the end of my dick. When I was close she dragged me to her bed, lay down and pulled me in. She's a screamer, you know. It didn't take much time at all before she was screaming doing this crazy squeeze with her cunt on my cock. I lost it, shot my load and collapsed. She sucked me hard again and got on top to do it all over again. I lost count.” “Oh Dear, Poor Baby.” She said with exaggerated concern, “I hope you weren't scarred.” as she tenderly strokes the head of his cock. “I like sex, but Damn. She was insatiable,” he laments. “We never did get to dinner. If you survive, the sex is very enjoyable. If you survive.” with a wistful smile. “But the rest of Lindy is a load to take. Way to much bossy you gotta do this, you gotta do that. If you don't do or agree with everything, look out. I don't like her manipulating controlling manic drama.” “We went to her place after your Mexico send off party. I guess it's not secret, sex with Lindy goes nonstop full speed. I barely escaped with my life.” “I'd get naked and fuck her again in a minute, but we won't ever be a couple. She is just too pushy wacky.” With her skirt all bunched up around her waist, Sandy lay on top of Dave. Her breasts pressed against his chest, head on his shoulder, his belt is open and fly spread, u-trou covered boner rubbing her panty covered pussy. “Yeah, I know. That's why I set you up. You needed some hot sex. She told me you could keep up. You even wore her out. She won't ever show it though. Show weakness. Too much old pain. Fuck her hard she just goes for more. You made her crazy when you wouldn't do what she wanted.” Sandy was silent for a while. “You know maybe it's because her dad made her fuck him until she went to college. She needs sex but won't ever let anyone force her again. I think that's what makes her so pushy.” Dave is lost in thought over the complications of this revelation. Sandy is silent again for a moment then whispers into his ear, “I could use some hot sex too, but I have to go to work.” “Are you serious? I'm gonna have blue balls for sure. I'll bet you have the girl version too.” “You'll have'ta take care of that yourself, much as I'd like to, we need a rain check and I've got to get to work. Not like we haven't been here before. Right? It's gonna happen, just not right now.” “I'd be happy to treat you to some of what ever you want. Too bad you have to go. If you need to be there by 9 we have got to leave, I don't want you to be late on my part.” So out of time, before any real sexy fun began, they had to split. Both of them buzzed and horny. After driving Sandy to her new night job answering phones at a pager company Dave was off to bed for his early morning study routine. Before sleep would come he jerked off big-time to fantasies of sex with Sandy. Sandy was faster, she stopped in the restroom on her way into work to rub-off a quick one. With her eyeballs back in her head a little while, she lit a cigarette to mask the sex then put in her shift spiced with daydreams of dick. During the ride they confirmed, both are now free agents. Very free agents. Very soon they will pick up where things left off. Very soon. Neither could deny the promise of hot sex was clearly on both of their minds. .................................................................................. His daydream was broken by the off-the-hook warble from the phone pressed to his ear. He belatedly responded, "OK. See you soon." to the dead phone ... 'What better way to kill the morning?' Thinks Dave. He dried off and dressed in t-shirt, cut-off shorts and trusty water buffalo sandals. The sun is bright as it nears 10 am. It will be a hot spring day. He drives his aging but stately '51 Cadillac sedan DeVille the short way to Sandy’s. It's not far as the crow flies, but in this neighborhood the direct route cuts across steep ravines, the flat route is a roundabout way. Whichever way he goes, he expects the day to eventually require wheels and quick mobility, not a long walk. Turning down the alley behind her house, he parks on the concrete pad where the garage once stood. Sandy shares the upper half of a duplex. The house sits facing the lip of a steep ravine. Her second floor back door is just a few steps up from the walk to the garage pad. If you take the street to the front door, the first floor opens more than half way up the hill. Sandy has a door in the front, but you have to climb two long flights of stairs just to get to the first floor front door. The parking pad is usually filled with the other resident’s cars, but like Dave's house this morning, everyone else is away. Parking in the back is a rare treat. Dave ducks into the shade under the ivy covered arbor at Sandy’s back door. As he knocks, Sandy quickly peeks over the cafe curtain on the back door. She stands hidden in deep shadow behind the door as Dave steps into the kitchen. Coming into the dark room, he is temporarily blinded. Blinking he turns to see a dim outline of Sandy as she closes the door. Dimly at first, his eyes adjust from sun blindness to the dim kitchen light. Holy Shit! Sandy is Naked! Sandy is grinning. His eyes scan from her face down her body. Her full breasts ride high on her chest, a hint of crease folds then opens under them as she raises her arms to lock the door. Her golden halo of curls is lit in the daylight shining in above the cafe curtain on the door. She turns, her arms spread out to him offering a welcoming a hug. What a sight. Sandy's full C cup boobs spread wide on her chest topped with big pale puffy aureoles. Those puffy circles stand out from her breasts, fat as a nymphet’s budding tit. Perky slightly upturned nipples spike with her arousal and tip the delicious swinging boobies as Sandy wiggles doing the twist in excitement. Remnants of her Mexican tan, Freckles dust her shoulders and prominent collar bones. Sandy is a strong woman. She plays baseball and rides her bike lots. The lower edge of her ribs are apparent over her trim stomach, yet her soft female padding smooths the muscles of her shoulders and arms giving her sexy curves. A trim tuft of light blonde pussy fur stands as a crest over her lower lips and disappears between her legs. Dave’s stare runs back and forth from her wide grin down her long legs all the way to her pink toenails and back to her sparkling eyes. Grinning smile. He is nodding like a fool running his eyes up and down. Can't get enough of her. She is a fabulous sexy sight. He reaches to take her in his arms. Sandy straight arms her hands on his chest holding him away saying, “Stop! I'm all Oily! Get naked or you'll ruin your clothes!” With a grin Dave strips off his shirt replying, "Your wish is my command." He pops the button fly of his cutoff jean shorts and lets them fall. Then he strips his u-trou down his legs. Stepping out of his sandals, u-trou and shorts all at once his boner is half hard and rising fast. Dave pulls Sandy into the offered hug. Sandy is covered with a light film of baby oil. Her body is warm and slippery in embrace. Dave kisses her softly on the lips. The whole scene has taken seconds and Dave’s cock is still filling. Filling fast. As they hug and kiss Sandy slides her hard tipped nipples across his chest. Sandy stands shorter than Dave but her long legs make their groins line up. Dave’s cock rises into the gap between her legs and he can feel the tickle of her pubes as his cock snuggles against her love nest. Her arms reach up around his back pulling him into a full frontal slithering hug. The hug warms Sandy, her groin tingles radiating warmth from her pussy to her nipples. His rising cock is loose in the gap between her legs even as she puts her knees together. Dave cups her buns low squeezing them between his hands. Her pussy slithers against the top of his cock as her thighs ensnare his shaft. The crown of his dick reaches beyond her body. His cock slides close to heaven. Their sexes tease each other as the two rock back and forth enjoying a deep kiss. The most sensuous concentrations of nerves in their bodies touch naked for their first mutual exploration. Her arms now around his neck smash her full firm breasts against his chest. She is slick, sliding against him at every point of contact. The fire in their gonads goes from smoldering coals to a full on blaze. One Spring Morning Ch. 02 Time stops for Dave as a flashback of the day he met Rachel fills his mind. ................................................................................. Sandy said, "I've got a friend, who needs help with statistics." "Who? Not Lindy, I hope. The only number she knows is 69." Giggling, Sandy continued, "No. You haven't met her yet. Her name is, Rachel. I was on her softball team." Sandy isn't into formal education, but she studies her friends. She knows their wants and needs enough to make good connections. Enough to put Dave and his BS in industrial engineering with lots of statistics to work as a tutor for Rachel. Enough to think they would like each other. Enough to know her horny little friend would like the guy Sandy finds sexy, but cannot have. The thought of them together crinkles her aureoles. Dave couldn't say no to Sandy, couldn't say no to most any woman. The first tutoring session was in January before Sandy left for Mexico. Assured he is a good guy by Sandy, Rachel felt safe in coming to Dave's house. Rachel trudged through the cold and snow to her first tutorial wrapped to the eyes. Answering her knock he opened the door. Two big brown eyes peeked between the collars of a big pea-coat, under a toboggan hat and over scarf wrapped face. "Hi, You must be Rachel. I'm Dave. Come on in, get warmed up." He rushed her inside. Pealing off fat knit mittens then layers of wrap, Rachel emerged from the bulky outerwear to be a tiny little snake hip farm girl shaking out a big shoulder length mop of curly auburn hair. Big brown eyes dominate a very pretty face brightened by a great big smile. Under her coat, she wears a tight long sleeved western style shirt with pearl-snap-buttons, tight boot-cut jeans and worn western boots. A regular sweet-heart of the rodeo. Did we mention Tiny? Maybe a little over 5' in her boots and 100 pounds dripping wet in heavy clothes. Tiny and thin she might be, but there is no doubt she is a very sexy woman. That shirt is tailor cut to feature the twin curves of her prominent breasts. Dave was gobsmacked. Sandy didn't say she was pretty or sexy. Fuck! She is fantastic. Turning to hang her coat on a peg he looks away trying to recover his power of speech. She takes a better look at him as he turns. She can see the strength in his arms. Wide shoulders taper to a tight butt. She thinks his long blond hair is kind of hippie but he doesn't seem like the hippie goofs she has met around campus. He turns with a smile, inviting her into the kitchen, offering up some good coffee. Rachel sits at the kitchen table spreading out her book and papers while Dave paces. "So, tell me about yourself. What stat class are you taking? What do you need help with?" "I'm a sophomore in Ag Engineering and taking Stat 121. I'm having some problems with the homework. I missed one." "Missed a homework?" "Nope, missed a problem. It's time for a tutor. I've got a 4.0." "Oh boy. This could get intense. I don't have a 4.0. You OK with that?" He can see her knee hopping as she bounces her foot on a pointed toe. She sits straight up in the chair not resting against the back at all. He wonders if she is this wound up all the time. She reminds him of a hummingbird. He wonders, does she know she is beautiful? She doesn't wear makeup or girly clothes. Strange how many smart naturally beautiful women seem insecure. "Let's do that homework set and see what the issue is, OK?" As she works through the missed homework problem he sits beside her watching her work. Mostly just looking at her, she is way too distracting. Finally looking at the paper, he shakes himself out of his infatuated trance to say, "Umm, have you seen this?" as he sketches a graph on a scrap paper. "This is the area of probability we are looking for. So you basically have to subtract both of the two little tails from the total. You just did one." He writes the equation on the scratch paper to complete the explanation. As he writes, she is shocked to see, his hands are more than twice the size of hers. The pencil looks tiny in his hand. She can see calluses and cuts on his fingers. These hands are no stranger to work. They look like farmers hands. She can sense his body, so close to hers, leaning in, as he writes. Just as she leans to touch him, his voice brings her back to the stat problems, "Do the next one." "That one wasn't the assignment." She finds herself strangely warm, hearing him tell her what to do. "Yeah, but it is similar, see if you get it. Don't skip any steps, show all the algebra. I think you did the one you missed in your head. It's easy to skip something that way without realizing it. Us dummy engineers have to work things out methodically." Now that strange warm sensation is making her ears all hot and itchy. He sits very close watching her work the next problem. She gets the right numeric answer. He says, "I think you got it." his voice all sweet and low seems to rumble through her body. She feels a glow of satisfaction embrace her like a warm fuzzy blanket as she starts on the next without prompting. Or maybe it is him sitting so close. The hair on her arms is all standing on end. Now she feels sensitive inside her clothes like they suddenly got too tight. Despite the distractions she gets the problem solved correctly. "OK, now you're rolling, do the last one. It's a little different." She looks up a moment, then smiling, dives right in. She works the algebra smoothly and quickly like writing a sentence. Dave stands to her side as she completes the last problem. As she bends over the paper, he takes peaks down the collar opening of her shirt. She is a wiry little bit of a woman. Not skinny or anorexic, just small with toned muscles. Down her shirtfront he can't see much skin but he likes the shape of her boobs. They stand high on her chest with just a hint of nipple showing through the shirt. He takes another peek down into her dark cleavage. Her western cut shirt fits her curves tightly. "Jesus" he thinks to himself, "Don't get caught looking." She quickly completes the problem, getting it right. Turning to look up she catches where his eyes are sneaking a peek and smiles big-time. He flushes in embarrassed excitement meeting her eyes with a matching smile. This little tiny woman is as smart as she is attractive, that's a lot. Hands settle gently on her shoulders, he speaks softly in her ear. "You didn't really need my help. You did all those problems by yourself." His gentle words of encouragement warm her, kind of like her father when he holds her. "Have confidence, work carefully, I'll bet you can do anything you want to do." But his hands are not her fathers. His touch is like a strange fire. A fire that makes her body hair stand up with a strange itch that begs him to sooth her all over. Her nipples crinkle. What is he doing? "What do you want to do?" he whispers by her ear. OH GOD, if you only knew what I want. As he whispers, the fragrance of her hair makes him light in the head. He can barely resist the urge to bury his face in her curls. Gently his big hands rub her shoulders kneading up the lean knotted muscles on her neck. Rachel groaned with pleasure. Realizing his question needs an answer her mind chooses the 'safe' answer even as her body begs for another kind of answer entirely. "I'm gonna run our family farm. I've got two older brothers. Dad and Mom want my brothers to take it over." He is thumbing the knotted muscles at the base of her neck. She is tightly corded like a string base. As he moves his fingers fibers roll and pop beneath her skin. 'Wow she is tight.' This is sleek hard muscle. "My brothers hate farming. They are gone. Mom and Dad can't accept that they won't ever come back to farming. My brothers just remember never having a vacation, we never traveled more than a day. You don't get much of a break on a farm. It's not a burden if you love that farm the way I do. I want it. Everything about it. I will be the fourth generation to farm there. Daddy never ask me, but when I graduate I'm gonna run that place. I have big dreams for our farm." The emotion in her voice said more than her words. Tears have formed in her eyes as she spoke. Affected by the emotion of her answer he leans forward to hug her around the shoulders and speaks into her ear. "I don't know anything about farming, but I can hear your love of that place. I don't think there are many farmers who could be much smarter than you. It sounds like you have a winning combination of heart and brains. There is one thing, I'm absolutely positive about. You are the prettiest farmer I've ever seen." He holds her a few seconds, then continues her neck massage. As he resumes, he watches her knee start to bounce again. It only stopped when she talked about the farm. "You know you might relax more if you weren't bouncing your knee." he said quietly. "Oh, I didn't notice, just bein' hyper I guess. I get nervous when I'm not in control." she replied. "Do I make you nervous?" he asked. "No. Sandy said you were nice. You helped me with the stat homework. And I'll give you three days to stop rubbing my back." she said as she rolled back her eyes in pleasure. Continuing to work her upper back and curious about her appearance he asks. "How long have you had your boots? Kind'a tough to walk all over campus aren't they?" "These are my favorites, I wear'em all the time. Just get new soles when they wear down." "I started barrel racin' in 4th grade. I'd rather ride than do almost anything else." She spreads her legs wide apart to cross her boot on a knee like a man showing the repaired sole of her boot. Her knee goes quietly still as she continues, "Totin' feed, cleanin' saddles, muckin' stalls, whatever are just chores. Something I have to get done, so I can ride. I'm always ready to ride. I even ride the cows around the farm." He can feel the strength in the top of her arms. Not frail at all, she feels solid and good in his hands. From behind, Dave works the hard muscles of her shoulders gripping her with both hands digging thumbs and fingers deep into her trapezius. Working through the little knots in her neck she relaxes head slumped forward with forearms resting on the table. Dave watches her surreptitiously rub her nipples across the edge of the table supposedly hidden under her arms. The conversation goes quiet as she focuses on the comforting warmth spreading through her body. He works his massage from neck to arms feeling the lean strength of her deltoids. His strong fingers work deep into her firm upper arms. Rachel rests her head back against him looking up to his eyes with a goofy smile of pure pleasure. Bracing her spine against his hip he pulls back on her shoulders flexing her body while massaging just below her collar bone. This makes her chest stand out proud as her eyes close in sensuous pleasure of the stretch. Her upper body is aglow with a radiating heat that seams to shoot fire from her nipples. "Harder, pull harder," she begs. As he flexes her more he can hear joints pop like cracking knuckles. She sighs in joyous response to his stretching pull. Wow, she is strong and tight. Dave puts his left forearm across her shoulders under her chin to hold her body leaning forward. With the other hand he works finger tips into the muscles paralleling down her lower spine. Rachel can feel this wonderful glow, strangely relaxing yet exciting, radiating as he finds and breaks knots in the corded muscles along her spine. His powerful fingertips play chords on her keys down one side and up the other. Rachel nuzzles her face against his left bicep moaning with the pleasure. With the other hand she grips the chair seat between her legs, surreptitiously pressing her burning pussy against her wrist. His touch has been chaste. His touch has been friendly. His touch has set her body on fire from her ears to her toes. Her nipples are tight bundles of nerves poking tall through her bra, yearning for contact. Her pussy is hot with a maddening itch that she cannot scratch. An itch that must be scratched. Her knee stopped bouncing and her legs splay loosely as she relaxes in his arms. Still holding her with the left arm across her shoulders her head resting against his bicep he continues. Using just his right hand Dave works the knots out of her back muscles down to her belt line then straightens her up, turns her sideways in the chair and rests her left shoulder and back against his legs. Holding her forehead in his left hand and the base of her head with his right he starts on her scalp and forehead. His fingers comb her hair. Holding her forehead with one hand, he digs into the muscles inserting at the back of her skull with the other. She feels a wave of pleasure roll down from her scalp to glow in the toes and soles of her feet, then echo back again. Each passing wave builds an itchy warmth in her pussy. "Oh golly that feels good." she whispers. Cradling the back of her head, He gently works his left fingertips around the orbits of her eyes. Pinching the bridge of her nose close to her eyes radiates pleasure waves down her body. Her nipples, swollen into tight points seem to pulse with her heartbeats. His right cups the back of her head. At the top of her spine, his little finger digs into her scalp muscles at the back of her skull. He finishes by combing fingers into her hair over her ears, caressing down and around her unpierced earlobes. The girl is melting wax. Dave lays her head back supporting it against his right arm. Her eyes are closed as he gently kisses her receptive lips. His other hand deep massages first the front of her right shoulder and then her chest above her breasts. So far the massage has been sensual, not sexually forward. Yet erotic fire warms her deep in places never touched. Places longing to be touched. A sexual flush and a sheen of excited perspiration covers her body as she relaxes in his arms. Her breath comes in shallow pants. As he stands over her, she slips her hand between his legs pulling him closer. She is humming a wordless language of excitement. His touch sets her head hair standing on end. Dave slips his fingers inside her collar to caress her neck under her hair. Another sweet gentle kiss on her lips. That crazy itch is burning her skin. Her clothes are too tight. 'OH GOD JUST TOUCH ME.' His fingertips slip inside the front of her shirt to touch the skin just below her collar bone. The shirt is tight fitting. He does not force his hand inside. Rachel unsnapped the top buttons of her shirt, an open invitation for more. Dave supported her back with his right arm, while sliding his left hand deeper into her shirt. His hand caressed her right breast over her lacy white demi-cup bra. Her answer is an inarticulate gasp of breath as he touches her breast. He squeezes her firm lacy bra cup stuffing, feeling the nipple tipped globe inside. His thumb brushes the skin of her breast top feeling the gooseflesh of her excitement. Her breast is as firm as the muscles of her body. Her breast's texture is as exciting to his hand as his touch is to her. He vibrates in anticipation. Her nipple stands tall tenting against the bra cup. Her cunny glows, contracting involuntarily as he slips a finger into the cup circling her nipple. Despite crossed legs crushing labia tight in a jean squeeze, her flooded vagina slicks her bottom. Another kiss fires their passion. Tongues taste lips. Rachel pulls him closer with a hand between his legs caressing his ass. Her other hand guides his cheek to her lips. Dave slips a pair of fingers inside the left bra cup to squeeze her other nipple. Her breaths come in panting snorts timed by his fingers contact. Her breasts and lips are the focus of her existence. Oh, except that is for the exquisite desire radiating from her clit, surrounding her lips, spearing deep into her pussy. Nipples perked to hard points greet his fingers. She exhales with a low moan and pulls him into a long hot kiss. Tongues taste deeply trading back and forth. Her hand on his ass wanders to find his balls then traces the shape of his hard-cock hidden inside his jeans. Blinded by her kiss his finger tips caress her breast under the bra cup. Rachel releases his head to unsnap the rest of her shirt buttons. His effleurage ranges inside her shirt, down from shoulder, around to the small of her back. She arches, stretching like a cat, surrendering to his gentle advances. Her body purrs with the erotic sensuous joy of his touch. Dave picks up the tiny woman, cradling her in his arms. She hugs him around the neck. His body is solid. A kaleidoscope of emotions tumble through her: Lust of an animal in heat. Security, cradled in loving arms. Predator ready to pounce. Joyful Anticipation. Bride on her wedding night. Surrender. Come on Lets FUCK! "Want to go to my room?" he asks, quieting the noise in her head. "I thought that was where we were headed. You didn't need to ask," she purrs into his neck. Smiling he carries her up to his attic bedroom. Each turn of the stairs requires a gentle shift of her body against him. Each shift finds her nestled closer. She pulls tight around his neck to steal a furtive kiss at the foot of the attic stairs. His room at the top of the house is pleasantly warm. A water bed dominates the space decorated with a parachute canopy resembling an Arabian tent. He gently settles Rachel on his warm waterbed, her booted feet hanging over the side. Dave grabs her boot, saying, "We need these off, no boots in bed." He tips the right boot-heel to pull the boot free. The left quickly follows. He holds her thick wool sock covered feet in his hands pressing thumbs into her soles. The pressure sends fire pouring down her legs straight to her pussy. Tucking her feet over his shoulders, he wrestles with her Concho belt buckle freeing her jeans. Flipping her button fly loose he teases his fingers down inside the front of her jeans. Standing he pulls the pant legs lifting her ass up off the bed. A couple of quick tugs slip the snug jeans loose partly tugging down her lacy bikini cut panties, stripping the bulky socks from her feet. Dave lifts the cuffs high as she slides out onto the bed. Rachel's wavy auburn hair fans around her head like a halo. Her eyes are half slits as she smiles rolling her head from side to side in sensuous anticipation. Dave takes a moment to admire her as she lays sexy on the half shell of her shirt, spread open to the side with the long skinny sleeves still hiding her arms as they arch above her head. Her boobs swell high above the lacy bra cups, nipples barely covered. She is a study in contrasts, beautiful face and body with no regard for girly fashion. Her clothes are all practical, functional cut for a woman but made for hard work. All except for sexy hot lace demi-cup bra and panties that contrast so starkly with her other clothes. "You are beautiful" he says with that deep rumbly voice that makes her insides melt and gush. Blushing in response her eyes close and her head turns aside with a smile. Dave strips her panties and socks, throwing them onto the clothes pile. Strange how cool air on her pussy lips only makes their fire hotter. "I want you to relax. Tell me what feels good." he asks. "OK, but so far you haven't needed any instructions," she replies with a little embarrassed giggle. Still standing at the side of the bed he lifts her legs by the ankles to plant slow kisses, trading from one sole to the other. Then back and forth from ankle to ankle trading kisses one side then the other up to her inner thigh. His hands know the way to squeeze, extracting pleasure from every touch. He kneels by the bed holding her legs over his shoulders. His lips trace kisses up her thighs to her groin just outside the neatly trimmed hairline. First one side then the other. His hands slide on her taught tummy stroking smoothly up over her breasts. Her body is solid and firm. She ripples under his touch like petting a cat. He can see the definition of her muscles. Not anorexic by a long shot, the girl is ripped with muscles yet soft in all the right places. One Spring Morning Ch. 03 Three at last, They reciprocate until he can no longer co-operate. ....................... The sweet mind pictures of his first day with Rachel fade and Dave comes back to bright sunshine reality as they cross the living room and stand at the door to the sun porch. Sandy pulls him by his ever swelling dick leash through the living room. She pauses at the curtain of mardi-gras beads hanging over the doorway to the second story porch. They stand behind the curtain in deep shadows looking out onto the sunlit porch. To the outside world they are invisible behind the curtain. On the porch Rachel reclined, a naked snake hipped Cleopatra on a beach towel in the sun. Her auburn hair is twisted in a knot, skewered with a chopstick hair bar. Rachel's body shines with a cover of oil. Seeing her pussy lips swollen fat. Her nipples erect. Dave remembers the flavor he couldn't place when he kissed Sandy. Pussy! Sandy has a mouth full of Rachel's PUSSY juice. With the thought, Dave's cock pulses with pre-cum drool. Sandy feels the dick-throb in her grip. She squeezes her fingertips against his urethra holding him tight. She eases her grip to let a little dribble of his juice ooze out and dribble down his cock. Slowly her oily slick hand jacks him sliding her fist out over his knob. As they look out the curtain, she slides her hand up to squeeze tight round the spongy head of his dick. The sweet ecstasy of her squeeze nearly buckling his knees, he whispers, "Fuck." He groans as she rubs her oil slick thumb over the bulging helmet flipping his dick tip, spreading his slickum. She has him at her mercy in the palm of her hand. Naked, Sandy steps through the mardi-gras bead string curtain onto the sunny porch pulling only Dave's dick through the curtain. Dave's body is hidden in shadows behind the thick screen of beads. He shoves the lemonade and glasses through the strands. It feels deliciously wicked to be naked standing on the porch in the daylight. Sandy's house stands on a hill at least 50 feet above the street. Her second story sun porch sticks out to the East beyond the neighboring houses. On the north the house is surrounded by leafy trees. The street side has a bamboo screen shielding the view from neighbors across the street 100 yards away on the other side of the ravine. To the south the neighbor houses set back and cannot see the porch. The sleeping porch is surrounded by a solid 4 foot high wall. It is very private. Sandy's cooter squeezes up tight inside, her nipples crinkle and she grins with the excitement as she presents a handful of dick to to Rachel saying, "Look what I found." To which Rachel replies with a giggle, "Cool, a cock and some lemonade, just what I need." On the porch, there are two old twin-sized feather mattresses lining the floor. Against the low walls are piles of big old couch pillows. The north wall is shadowed by bamboo blinds on the East. Long square bolster pillows from an old couch make a low soft bench in the center. An assortment of beach towels cover most everything making a cozy nest for three. Sandy hands the veggies to Rachel and takes the lemonade pitcher from Dave's hand. Parting the beads Dave steps onto the porch. Sandy still has his cock-shaft in her grip. She squeezes and the cock-head bulges out ahead of her fist. "Golly, I thought you got lost. It's about time you showed up and you brought something good to eat," more giggles. "The snacks too." Still leading him by the dick, Sandy says "Come over here, we have plans for you" Dave sets the tumblers down as he is guided onto the mattress. Releasing his cock, Sandy pours lemonade into glasses set on a small wire spool table in arms reach of the mattresses. Dave eases down next to Rachel's oily body with his head resting up against pillows on the north wall. His boner is swollen fat, bulging the oil slick skin shiny tight across his head. It arcs away from his body, pulsing up and down with his heartbeat. Turning his body to kiss Rachel, Dave is gentle but his hand, chilled by the lemonade pitcher, is a cold touch to her tit. Rachel squeals, shivers, squirms and presses his cold hand to her breast as his cock nudges against her hip searching for a warm spot to burrow. Sandy, desperate and not to be deterred, sits down on his thighs, staking her claim, pinning his hips to the mattress. In mounting Dave, Sandy's oil slicked knee shoves Rachel's hips away from Dave breaking their kiss. "Hey." cries Rachel. Sandy spreads her knees wider on either side of Dave's hips asserting her turf. Digging her toes into the mattress she raises over his spring steel cock prong teasing them both with cunt fur tickles. With one hand Sandy finger combs her pubes opening her long outer cunt-lips. With the other hand she settles his cock-meat sandwiching the length in the deep wet cleft. Humping she slides her slippery cunt over his cock. Her head is up as she proudly thrusts her shaking tits. From clit to cunt hole those awesome slippery sensitive lips stretch half way round the shaft of his cock. Sliding back she squashed his balls against her body. He spreads his legs to protect the jewels and her wetness slides down covering his body as she wantonly rocks sliding clit on the length of his cock, leaving just the tip poking out from her lips like big upside down clit . Rachel says, "I want some of that too." as she scrambles onto his abdomen facing Sandy. Mounted, Rachel wraps her legs around Sandy's thighs slithering her body from tits to pubes against her lover, Sandy's body. Rachel's oil slick ass slides on Dave's belly until her cunt-lips cover his cock tip. "OOF, Good thing you don't weigh much Rachel." grunts Dave with no real indication of annoyance. Her backside makes a thrilling sight as she slides her baby oil slick buns bulge on his abs. Rachel and Sandy hold each other in a tight hug wrestling for a personal best cunt slide on cock position. Rachel's little body bounces off his dick tip as Sandy ruts forcefully on his shaft, "I want to ride his dick too. I fucked him first. We're in a co-op together." pouts Rachel. Dave pushes on her hips to slide her further down on his dick tip pushing her into Sandy moving them both on the cockslide. "You wouldn't have met him if it wasn't for me. You had him, now it's my turn, don't be greedy. It's time to share. I haven't been fucked in so long, I need it bad," Sandy whines, pushing back against Rachel sliding the two cunts up his dick. Their clits briefly meet in the middle smashed together on the cock-slide. "Competition? How can I lose?" thinks Dave. Sandy's slick cunt has more zuftig oomph, but Rachel makes up for size with fierce force of will gaining ground on the three-way cock, cunt, clit sliding frenzy. The two women hug each other face to face, locked in a kiss. Rachel's heels hooked over Sandy's thighs pull her cunt tight into the mutual dick slide. Sandy pins his cock between her slippery lips leaving the tip exposed like she has a great big clit. The angle is wrong for Rachel to get anymore than the exposed cocktip bumping against her clit. Rachel sits up, back sway-bellied to get more dicktip on clit action. Rachel's legs pull Sandy into a tight hug as they kiss deeply, tits rubbing one another and pussy's juicing on the shared cock. Dave pushes Rachel against Sandy spearing her clit with the tip of his dick. "That's what I was missing," says Sandy. "Your clit just isn't big enough to get me off," complains Rachel. "But this will work." A three way slippery slide goes back and forth on his cock. Rachel is light and she easily slides up and down his abs with her sun oily butt. Dave curls up to slide a pillow under his shoulders and makes a valley between his abs and thighs. He grabs a handful of Rachel tit then gets a finger on her clit next to his cock. Sandy pushes Rachel with her belly as she strains for more dick action. Rachel slides up his abs and off his dick. Finally losing the body weight battle Rachel lays back with a sexually frustrated "harumpf." Laid against his shoulder with her cunt up she immediately gets his hand over her groin, finger in her cunt, pinky on her bum and a thumb flipping on her little clit button. His other hand holds her by the tit as she writhes in pleasure on his belly. His thumb strums her sex like a slow beat on tight guitar string. Her body resonates with the note. Seeing this move, Sandy slides back to let his dick pop up between the women. His shaft stands up tall landing the head high between Rachel's butt cheeks. Feeling the change of dick position, Dave easily slides Rachel's snatch toward Sandy. Now Rachel and Sandy are pressed together in the valley made by his thighs and abs. They capture the standing dick between them. Sandy's clit rubs against his dick root just above his balls. At first Rachel has his dick pressed longways against her asshole. Feeling the new source of stimulation she drops her legs around Sandy to get full contact with his dick sliding on her labia and clit. Now the two women shake and slide, barely moving from the anchor of their shared main pole. Back and forth bumping, Rachel starts to pant. Dave keeps one hand on Rachel's boob to hold her body in place and circles Sandy's nipple with his fingertips. His dick is slickly captured between two cunts in a valley of delights. Sandy says hoarsely, "We tried this without you and it just wasn't the same. We just weren't getting enough clit contact. We were eating each other out when we thought to call you." Her clit thrums with joy sliding over the soft ripply surface of his bulging urethra. His disk head teases between Rachel's splayed cuntlips pressed to her by Sandy's belly. Impossible as it may seem, his fat dick surges, swelling as a premonition / memory of Rachel's tight little vag squeezing him to orgasmic bliss clouds his mind. Dave's dick tip searches, longing for her opening, only to be denied by the angles and cunt sliding competition. The pussy lips are slippery on his cock but every now and then someone tilts and hair rubs his shaft or dickhead roughly taking just the edge off his excitement. Beginning to think he could die of frustration with his dick sandwiched between the two pairs of cuntlips. Dave just grunts. Apparently Sandy feels the same way, It's fun but not good enough to cum. "Enough of this." Sandy moans out, "I need it in me now." Rising up, her thighs push Rachel back against Dave as she slots the slippery dickhead between her cunt lips. His shaft slides full length into her hungry center as she sits down with a whoomping exhale. "woohhhfff." Balls deep in a single stroke she bends forward to press her clit against his dick root. Savagely, Sandy tilts her pelvis, bending his cock to drag the shaft out across her clit. Taking hard pressed short strokes the downward pressure is heaven to her, but distractingly painful to Dave. The horny heat that has been building in Sandy for days feels like an escaping beast. It swells her boobs, hardens her nipples and forms a hot knot deep in her belly. Pierced by his cock, the heat lets down through her pussy lips. She feels a fabulous burning heat grow in intensity. Rachel is laid back pressed between the two. Dave dives a middle finger hooking deep into her cunt searching for that wonderful g-spot then pulling out to do more guitar thumb tip flips on her clit. Sandy leans forward and sucks Rachel's nipple capturing his hand between their slippery bodies. Sandy strokes her clit on his cock like a violin bow on a string. Vibrating, she starts to come. Intensity fires from her clit, tightening her asshole as her vagina tries to nip off his cock. Her finger diddles their union spreading slick-um up her lips. She concentrates on her cunt quake feelings with his cock as deep as it will go. Then a lightening bolt of orgasmic cum erupts from her pussy, tearing up through her chest, shooting fire through her nipples flowing up and out her straining forehead. Echos of the impact bounce from her toes to her rose tinted blushing cheeks. Hugging Rachel from behind with his free arm he teases her breast and nipple. Rachel milks Sandy's nipples like pulling a cow's teat. Sandy moans as her cunt contracts in waves on his cock. Sandy rides long strokes on his dick through her orgasm. Her head reared back, eyes closed, chest out nipples pulled to a point, her curly golden hair thrown back, thrashing. As Sandy's cooter calms from it's crazy cum clamps, Rachel cups and supports her breasts spinning circles around the aureoles with her thumbs. Dave continues to finger deep into Rachel's channel strumming her clit gently. Now Dave takes over, thrusting and bucking Sandy on his hips. She is lined up on his dick without bending and bounces from his thrusts. Sandy kegels her vagina firing a pleasurable tingle in his cockhead. His bucking only lasts a few moments before his jism shoots into Sandy. The cum is a quickie, his bucking is an athletic sprint with two women on top. He stops thrusting as that huge blast of jism flies. His second pulse is small, then he collapses. Sandy's post orgasmic shudders grow weaker and finally she rolls off to the side. Awkwardly, his still rampant dick schlurps from her overflowing pussy to stand tall. Rachel spots the boner immediately, squealing, "Now fuck me!" She sits up preparing to take Sandy's place. Eager to fuck, Rachel straddles his belly facing his feet. Her milkmaids powerful grip jacks a few quick strokes on his cock, stripping blood toward the tip, making the cock-head swell fat to full bloom. In seconds she is rising up from his belly to spear the sex slippery cock into her cunt. He watches her sweet rounded backside flex as she kneels savagely fucking her tight cunt on his cock. A ring of her frothing cunt-lube circles his shaft. Dave wipes a finger full in circles round her winking asshole as she slides up and down his pole. The angle is good for her clit on the bottom of his cock, but as she flexes her hips to get more pressure on her clit the angle and shape of her vagina bends his cock against its upward banana curve. It must have felt good to her but caused him eye-bulging pain. "Take it easy, Don't break it." He exclaimed grabbing her hips in self protection. Fucking her deep, the bottom of his cock hit the front of her vagina mashing it against her g-spot. Her strong body controlled the coitus. Her hard strokes rode length of his cock guided by his hands sliding from her hips up and down her sides caressing her tits at the top raising her body to change the angle on his cock. Rachel's sex lust is stronger than his arms. She settles his cock deeply in her body, then launches her little ass into motion, whipping short hip tilting clit rubbing rabbit fuck strokes hard against this cockroot. His dick is just a dildo in her now. She is lost in lust as her humping focuses on just one thing. OORRGGAASSMM. Rachel is going crazy on his cock. He just hangs on to her hips as she power fucks. Rachel's internal muscles ripple gripping their union. "Though she may be but small she is fierce." flashes through his mind and he wonders if Shakespeare ever had a lover like Rachel. That wonderful blinding feeling consumes her body and mind. Her entire body contracts to just a pussy clamped around a dick for those wonderful moments. No sight, no sound, no feeling other than exquisite radiating orgasm. Her pussy floods her juice around his groin. The cock bending distracts him, holding his jism shot at bay while Rachel climbs over her peak. Her shoulders flush pink. She leans forward bracing her hands on his knees concentrating on prolonging the crest of her cummy glow. Blinded by her lust she rips full length strokes up and down his cock-shaft pounding him as deep as she can. Then suddenly she spasms, buns clamp, motion stops as she shakes in orgasm. The hot flash of sexual release explodes from her clit, burns through her cunt and shooting icy fires through her core. Releasing a held breath, her voice cracks a little soprano, "Aagghh." before she breaks into ragged pants of lust. A few seconds later she re-starts her cock ripping strokes, prolonging her orgasmic high. He holds her hips to defend his cock. He fucks up into her matching her manic pace. She is tight, tight, tight. Her orgasmic vaginal squeeze pleasures his dick down the length of his shaft. His dick-glow is getting there. His second orgasm of the morning builds. This is another quick ascent to the peak as her orgasming vagina strokes hard. He cums in fast little shots. She is lost in her own orgasmic place, stroking obliviously right through his. The jism shots stop but his dick remains flexy hard as it slops in her squishy vagina. Two naked women and several days of study induced sexual abstinence have his ball batteries fully charged. Ah youth. Rachel frigs her clit as he pumps her juicy quim, forcing her O over another peak. As the orgasm hits, She freezes in whole body spasm, vagina squeezing then releasing. Her moans are deep and seem too low for such a tiny woman. Her cunt pulsing with contractions, she lies back on his chest. Holding one hand on her tummy he diddles round her clit all the way down to where his cock is lodged in her vagina. He can feel her contractions pulsing against his hand. The other hand cradles one breast after another, alternately cupping and stroking her nipples. Finally, she whispers, "No more, no more, I can't take anymore right now." She tilts her pelvis, releasing the dick which pops out to stand against her lips. Their spend is released sending a slippery sluice of juice between her legs, dribbling between her buns onto his groin and around his balls headed for the towel. He rolls her over on top of Sandy. The two women embrace face to face. Sandy's legs are still spread. Sandy has watched the two fuck through slitted eyes as she bathed in her wonderful afterglow. Rachel bends her legs up in a froggie straddle rubbing her pussy lips on Sandy's pubic bump. Sandy hugs her as they kiss, sliding boobies together. Climbing between Sandy's legs Dave bumped Rachel in the butt to clear a path for his cock in Sandy. Oooching forward on he fits his knees under Sandy's legs tilting her pelvis for a clear shot to plunge deep. He takes it slow, playing with the tight grip she take on his cock head as it slips past her lips just inside her vaginal sheath. In ever so slowly, feeling the resistance then the welcoming slickness on his peter. Then back out feeling the fat barb of his corona squeeze past the grip of her opening ring. Teasing back and forth at her elastic opening till the rapture of her rippling depths pulls him in all the way. Sandy moans as he hits bottom enthusiastically kegeling his meat. Tiny little Rachel is wrapped around Sandy, a sandwich pressed between them. Her tits are in Sandy's face, while one hard nipple gets suckled the other is pulled and pinched. Her slick little pussy is spread wide sliding on Sandy's belly. Every stroke of Dave's dick into Sandy bumps Rachel's ass rubbing her sensitive clit on slick skin. He sets up a slow steady rhythm straight into Sandy. It feels so good. He can feel the cum tingles build, stroking like this. But there is another hungry pussy for his dick to sample, oh so close. A few more deep strokes in Sandy before he pulls out. Sandy moans out "nooo" from around Rachel's nipple. Aiming up he slides his cock-tip into Rachel's pussy. Hands on her hips, he pulls her back to seat the stroke. Rachel slides wet and slippery down Sandy to slap her ass against his groin, his balls press her clit like a soft wide tongue lick. Rachel keens with a soft, "hheee," as she takes his cock deep in one stroke. One Spring Morning Ch. 03 Though very tight, there is hardly any friction in Rachel's juiced up cunt. Pump, Pump, Pump, Rachel gets her ass bumped. The frustrated with the frictionless fucking he switches back to Sandy for more of her exquisite orgasm building sex. Bumping Rachel's ass with every stroke slides her on Sandy. Sandy has her in a kiss and they play cunt and titty sliding games in a mashed mammary stack-up. As Dave nears his orgasm, Rachel can hear it in his clenching gasps and quietly encourages, "go go go." Sandy says, "Don't worry about me. This is all yours now." Despite two little cums, the lack of action for a week, the bent cock fucking and stimulation from two beautiful women now summon up a huge load. The first two were aperitif, just little cracks in the dam. Finally in control of the fuck action a giant cum blast is building to find release. The jism pressure builds, straining like a caged beast, ready to break free to paradise. The moment of release approaches, he wants it, but not too soon. Just let me stay here, loving the doorway to paradise, for a moment longer, so good. The swollen head of his cock pops in and out of Sandy's cunt lips squeezing his dicks corona wonderfully. Switching to deep strokes, all of a sudden he is there. The jism pressure gauge hits the red zone. The orgasm strikes freezing him deep in her quim. Prostate gates open, a fiery spasm hits muscles so the jism jetting release passes in a flash to the tip of his cock as he growls "GAAAHHH." Balls implode. The cum pulse blasts to the promised land. Sandy can feel his dick swell with the ejaculation. The jism jolts a deep splash in her vagina. His long dick-strokes, Rachel's slick skin sliding on her sensitive breasts take Sandy over the edge to an unexpected orgasm. He feels like his balls just shot out through the head of his dick. Agony and ecstasy. The primordial jet echoes from balls to cocktip. Once, Twice, Three times he shoots, then smaller dribbles and echos of orgasm pulse softly from balls to cock. Sandy is deeply emotional from the beauty of her orgasm. Her lovers sensual touch sends her into tears of loving joy with his cum shots. She sobs quietly in Rachel's loving embrace. As his orgasmic pulses taper off he rests. His shrinking dick finally slides from Sandy. Reluctantly he pulls away from the women to lay back against the pillows to rest from his orgasmic exertion. Looking into Sandy's eyes Rachel says quietly, "Not fair, I want the juice too, lots of juice." With that Rachel crawls between Sandy's legs to suck a mouthful of Dave's cum. Taking that mouthful of wonderful boy and girl juice she kisses Dave. During the juicy sloppy spit-swapping tongue kiss she is back to pulling those mighty stripping milkmaid hand strokes on Dave's soft slippery cock. Pulling blood to the tip it quickly swells making the helmet flare. Soon the tip is a spear head half again as wide as the shaft. "Don't you dare go soft on me." Rachel covers one of the bolster pillows with a beach towel. She spreads herself on top of the pillow opening her legs wide for him. As her fingers part her love lips she says, "Now give me that bad boy right here." "God you are a horny little fuck bunny aren't you." chides a languid Sandy. Kneeling at the end of the bolster, Dave lines his dick up with her lips. Turning to Sandy she responds, "Me a little fuck bunny? Look at him. He's still hard." Forcing the swelled head past her lips he buries his dick in the tiny girl's cunt with a quick slick slam. She chuffs out a breath with his deep entrance. The bolster raises her pussy to a perfect dick fuck pounding height. Going deep feels great for them both, only made better by pulling back to pound it quick once again. "Ohgodsodeepsodeep." She moans as he pumps her. Leaned over her he holds her shoulders dominating her body under dick control. His pace slows as the mutual rise to the stars moves dreamily. He can last. She moans, "fuck me, fuck me." Oh yes, three orgasms, balls feel hot and drained, but still HARD, he can last. Looking over at Sandy, she smiles stroking her pussy, massaging her tits as she watches him fuck Rachel. He says, "With a sexy pair like you two how can I not be hard? This is Definitely an improvement over what I had planned for this morning." He maintains a steady pace, he wants a marathon, she wants a sprint. Long strokes shake her body, they enjoy the sexual climb into a prolonged tantric heaven just short of orgasm. "You rotten fucker, make me cum." whines Rachel. Sandy gets up to kiss Rachel. Then she reaches for Rachel's clit with one hand, her anus with the other to take her over the edge. Rachel keens with teeth clenched, flushes pink, blooms with sweat, panting like a woman in labor. "Hee, hee, hee." He slows his strokes and changes the rhythm holding them both, just short of paradise. She clamps her legs around Dave hunching him, singing out in a rising "haaaAAHHH." Sandy's finger can be felt deep in Rachel's ass against his dick. A deep fiery cum is building in Rachel's belly. Rachel drops her knees down. Dave straddles her clamping her knees together between his legs. Now her pussy lips clamp hard on his cock as it's pressed to her clit. Sandy backs off of the couple as they lock muscles into tight pounding sex. His dick strums her clit, his balls lick her cunt lips. Together they pump steadily both keening and whining as they clench together. Her slim body's muscles spasm rigid. Slippery with sweat and oil he maintains a fierce hug to control her as he strains nearing orgasm. Surprisingly, Dave is the first to cum. Despite the bright sunlight his eyesight dims. His cum rises slowly and he groans softly, "hunnn, hunnnn, Hunnnnnn..." His fourth orgasm of the day is almost an empty shoot, yet feels like what's left of his balls jump through the end of his dick trying to pull his ass through with it. Head collapsing onto her shoulder, bucking to bring her through. He is sexually spent. Dave's orgasm is the last little push required to drive Rachel over the edge into a landslide of emotional and sexual release. She gasps, squeaks and laughs with joy. Her body still clamps rigid as his dick as he pumps his slick cock through her vise-like vagina. She cums with a shudder, floods a jet of release and cums and cums and cums. Trembling all over she kisses him holding tight around his neck until his cock finally shrinks, squeezed from her vagina. As Rachel raises her head to kiss Dave a bolus of cum juice squeezes from her pussy slopping them both before it slides down her ass crack onto the towel. "OK, now the little fuck bunny is done, at least for a while until I can get him hard again," giggles Rachel. Continuing she asks, "Hey guys, You know how to tell it's good sex?" "When it's like this?" whispers Dave. "Pretty much, but I was thinking it's when you can't move out of the wet spot." she giggled. "Ah, what a morning." whispers Sandy. For the moment though all are sexually sated they still can't keep hands off each other. The three lie in a pile. Sandy and Rachel wrapped in Dave's arms as they each straddle one of his legs, leisurely playing with each others body as they take turns kissing. Dave and Sandy, Sandy and Rachel, Rachel and Dave. Round and round they kiss and play. Lips, nipples, cunts and finally a floppy soft cock sliding their oily bodies over each other. They drink the lemonade and eat the vegies to maintain their strength. This is fucking hard work, pleasuring each other so well. Firing up a joint, care is taken to keep ashes clear of tender flesh. Smoke is passed lip to lip. The three lay mindless. Cuddling. Finger painting love notes on each others oily bodies with the remnants of cum. They slept wrapped in each others embrace, partly covered by a towel. By mid afternoon the sun shifted behind the house and a breeze makes the porch perch too cool for naked bodies. Going inside, the house is pleasantly warm, even with the windows open. Sandy has a huge Mayan style hammock woven of fine cotton strings, brought back from southern Mexico. She says entire families sleep together in such hammocks there. Her hammock is quickly strung from big hooks sunk into the wall studs on opposite corners of her attic bedroom. One end of the 15 foot hammock is hooked to an old sailboat mainsail block and tackle. An easy pull of the line adjusts the hammock, raising or lowering even when the hammock is fully loaded. Sandy spreads one of the big beach towels crosswise in the middle of the wide springy hammock. She flops onto it with her butt on the edge, legs hanging out, toes pointed down just touching the floor. Kneeling on a pillow to protect his knees, he aligns his cock with her cunt. With a quick tug on the tackle her cunt is raised cock height, ready for fucking. Her body is cupped in the curve of the hammock with her head held high. Her legs circle his ass. His hands grip her legs at the hip. In slides the hard-cock. Rachel stands on the other side, stuffs the rolled up end of the towel under Sandy's head and gently swings the hammock. Each pendulum has a natural frequency based on length. The hammocks swing is languidly slow, perfect to bounce Sandy's cunt the full length of his cock. Rachel climbs on top of Sandy crouching like a frog, cunt bared for dicking too. Sandy says "greedy girl, you had two turns now just wait. I'm getting the first fuck in this hammock." Rachel rolls to the side as Sandy fingers her cunt in consolation. "Hey, I know what we can do. Flip around here so I can suck your clit while Dave fucks me." says Sandy. The wide stretchy hammock is very accommodating. Lying on her side next to Sandy, flexy Rachel rests her head on Sandy's wide spread thigh for a close up look as dick slides into cunt... Her fingers stroke Sandy's cunt lips forking around his cock catching a flip on her clit as she passes round the top. Sandy makes room for Rachel's thigh under her head. Turning she pulls Rachel sideways onto her face. Dave makes steady dick-strokes with his rejuvenated pole thinking, "how lovely they are." His dick is hard but cum sated for the moment. It feels good. He can last. Sandy aggressively sucks Rachel's clit. Rachel strokes Sandy's cunt with both hands; one finger flicks her clit, in the back one tiny finger gently probes her butt hole. Between the finger strokes slides a long hard dick. The mornings orgasms have taken the edge off Sandy's manic animal need. Warm glows are building, her cum focus slowly wobbles between the nerves of her silky vag and her swollen clit. With her ankles 'round Dave's hips her flexible legs are spread wide, knees almost flat to the hammock. His hands hold her thighs, thumbs stroking her sensitive loins as he manages the length of the stroke. Her wonderfully big bobbling boobies have hardened nipples on swelling aureoles. They roll in gentle waves with the action of the hammock and each impact of penetration. The gentle swing of her breast flesh is a maddening aphrodisiac. Her nipples long for touch but all other hands are busy. Sandy grips her own nipples and pulls them out to long points. "Oh, Oh, Oh make me cum make me cum make me cum I can't stand it any more." Deep inside he lances, bouncing their bodies together, then out to tease her lips with just the crown inside. Long strokes at a languid pace. "Oh Please make me cum I'm so close so close." Now a steady pace of diving dick and clit circles build it, build it and that wonderful hot cunt blindness takes her away. Slowly, gently, their stimulation drives Sandy up the hill 'til she falls over that precipice into a 'gasm. Her breath catches as she falls. The orgasmic cramp seizes her every fiber. Mouth open, eyes squeeze closed, nipples pulled to long points. Falling, falling, it is wonderful. She's taken to the land of O where nothing but orgasm matters. Gone. Falling away into that deep deep 'gasm. Her cunt quivers so tight he can barely force his dick back in. Rachel's finger is captured by an anal vise grip. Her blind trembling release burns through her like a fire consuming paper, burning out from her sex, turning her into fragile ash. Gently she crumbles back into reality. As her eyesight returns, she takes a comforting suck on Rachel's clit like a baby nursing on a nipple. Rachel has her eyes inches from the orgasmic contractions of Sandy's cooter. She has felt the quivering in Sandy's legs build up to a spastic lock. Her fingers have caressed Sandy's clit and cuntlips through the entire orgasm. The cream of her cum has frothed around the dick strokes. Scooping up cream with her fingers she tastes, then says, "That was beautiful. Now I want one too." He collapses onto Sandy, hugging her for many minutes. Kissing, nuzzling cheeks they enjoy her orgasmic afterglow. Musing over this sexual bounty, he contrasts the slower longer sex with Sandy 'quality' against Rachel's frantic need for frequent fast fucks 'quantity'. Just one of those, who the fuck cares, 'tastes great, less filling' can't lose quandaries. Oh man, viva la difference. Reluctantly, he pulls out of Sandy as the feeling is gentle and good, but his hard cock wants more action. He takes his kneeling pillow to the other side of the hammock. Rachel rolls to her back beside Sandy. The two women float swinging in the air cradled together in a stretchy pocket of the tightly woven string hammock cushioned by the beach towel. Sandy turns to find an angle which supports Rachel's head on her thigh. This brings Sandy to within an easy reach of Rachel's sex. Both hands find points of stimulation reversing their previous position. Sandy's head rests on a pillow next to Rachel's wide spread leg. Sandy returns the clit rubbing favor. Dave takes control of the tempo gripping Rachel by the hips to drill her with long slow strokes. His pace is first languidly controlled by the natural swing of the hammock. After several enthusiastic strokes bounce Rachel off the end of his dick she wraps her legs around his waist. With out letup, her kicks drive him deep, now controlling the pace. Out until the head just touches her lips, then plunging into her rippling quim all the way to his root. Sandy makes sure the dick to cunt aim is true. She circles the shaft with her fingers and rides the motion all the way to his corona. Each stroke pulls blood to his little head swelling it to it's fullest. Rachel whimpers in sexual bliss as his stabbing cock knob spears deeply. Sandy completes the stimulation reaching under Rachel's ass to circle a finger around her anus. The sun oil and juices lube her so the fingertip easily slides inside. Rachel feels her cum glow grow. We see her flush bloom deeply. Sandy's fingertip presses hard centering circles directly on her clit. Dave can feel her cuntal contraction spasm on his cock. Sandy's finger plunges deep in her ass against the underside of his cock. Sandy whispers there she goes as a gush of fluid erupts. This cum is a quiet one. Rachel silently smiles through her orgasmic spasm as her nipples peak then relax. Lovely. As the orgasmic cum contractions ease, Rachel hisses releasing her breath, relaxes and pulls him tight with her ankles. Her arms reach to welcome him into a hug. With all the visual and tactile stimulation, his cock is feeling good. Good and hard. She whispers in his ear, "It's your turn, fuck me. Shoot me full of juice. Any way you want." He silences her with a tongue kiss. Arms slipped round her sides, under her back, elbows braced against the hammock, hands cupped up over her shoulders. His chest presses against her firm little breasts, nipples peaked to hard points. His arms pressed tight to her body keep her boobies from squishing off to the sides. The sliding stimulation of her body on his adds to his thrill. Starting slowly, his strokes go long. Rachel times her kegels to pull on his dick as he withdraws. It takes him a while to get close to that wonderful place. His quivers and grunts tell the two women of his eminent orgasm. Rachel can feel him swelling. Smiling, she catches Sandy's eye with a wink. As he reaches orgasm, Sandy plunges her oily index finger deep into his asshole. She can feel his first orgasmic jet. In a flash she mashes his prostate, milking a second even bigger jet. His cock head flares as his spasmic jism blast erupts. At the same time he groans hugging Rachel in a fierce quivering clench shaking through the rest of his orgasm. After this mighty cum builds and flows his performance capabilities are over for the day. It feels like his body has collapsed like sand through an hourglass from head and shoulders down through the chest drained through his dick. The explosive jism release leaves him in a warm easy wave of glowing ecstasy. He lays kneeling over Rachel until his cock is soft and slides from her body. Their bodies tangled together in a hammock filing puppy pile the trio drifts off to sleep. After the nap our friendship is sealed with loving discussion. Our wants for the future are different our paths intertwined for now. Rachel asks us to come visit her at her families farm. "It will be lonely without you two. Come visit. We can skinny dip in the pond. Fuck all night in the hay loft. It's neat." We talk about men and women we know and have known, share sex stories and who we want to try or see again. Who will Rachel screw when she is back on the farm? Past hurts and fears we wish to avoid. Our mutual caring leads to an openness we have each longed for. Our sex is not exclusive or everlasting love, just satisfying and enjoyable. Good friends. Good sex. Good times. Naked we explore each others bodies, hearts and minds. This is going to be a great relationship. Little did we know this would be called fuck buddies or friends with benefits.