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Sam and Celine Ch. 01

By: gapster7



The chord rang out, the cymbals crashed and the crescendo began. I lifted up my guitar, and gave the sign, bringing the neck down swiftly to end the song. The crowd went wild.

The Black Cat Roadhouse is not always packed like this in July, but we'd been playing weekends since the beginning of the summer and our reputation for being a good dance band was beginning to bring in some wild and boisterous crowds, especially on Saturday nights.

Andy leaned into the mike and told the crowd we'd be taking a short break and not to go anywhere. Given the crowd tonight the second set should be a real barn-burner. We made our way to the bar to obtain some well-deserved libations. A beer was going to taste pretty damn good right now. Andy sidled up to the bar next to me.

"So what does Stowe's favorite carpenter have in store for this week?" he queried. 

Northern Vermont was not the best spot on earth to make a living solely playing music, so everyone in the band had odd jobs to make ends meet. Andy worked for a graphics firm in Burlington; the other guys had various day gigs of one sort or another. I'd been able to cob together a nice little business as a high-end handyman. My finish carpentry skills were always in demand and I'd had no trouble piecing together a nice string of jobs over the summer. Not bad for a twenty year old musician, I thought.

"Well, I'm going up to see a new customer tomorrow -- guy named Chambers -- apparently a big-time Boston lawyer who has a place up here. Guess he's got some kind of fancy pool house that needs some upgrading. Actually I think I'm meeting with his wife."

Andy looked at me with bemusement.

"Well if it's the guy that lives up off Week's Hill, he's loaded. He's an older guy, but has a much younger wife. French-Canadian, I think. And she, my friend, is a stone cold fox. I've seen her walking around town with her kid. Looks like you're in for a treat."

"Hey, whatever it takes to make ends meet. This rock and roll life is killing me," I laughed. 

We clinked beer bottles and after sucking down our beverages headed back to the stage for the second set.

I'd scheduled our meeting for early afternoon and had no trouble finding my way up to the Chambers place. As Andy had predicted their spread was really nice and hidden off the road. The driveway wound around a pond and up a hill to an exposed view looking west. Mount Mansfield stole the show and dominated the view. The house was an old farmhouse that had obviously been well-cared for over the years and numerous tasteful additions further contributed to its charm. 

I found my way up the stone steps to the front door and knocked. Not hearing a response I decided to head around back. A stone path weaved through a well manicured lawn and garden to the rear of the house. As I approached I could see a swimming pool with a pool house and pergola. There was someone swimming in the pool, cutting a very graceful stroke through the calm turquoise water. I approached slowly and called out, not wanting to scare anyone. The swimmer, a woman I could now see, arrived at the end of the pool and saw me looming above. She stood up dripping and wrung her hair as she looked at me.

"You must be Jeremy." I immediately detected a French accent, but one that had been smothered by years living in the States. Still, it was evocative and very sexy.

"Yes, Ma'am. And you must be Mrs. Chambers," I deduced.

"Samantha, please," she said as she climbed the steps out of the pool. She held out her slender hand and gave me a steely handshake. 

"Sorry I didn't hear you arrive. Come on over and sit down so we can talk."

Even dripping wet I could see that this was a very beautiful woman. She stood maybe 5'-4" and had a very slender tight physique. She was wearing a very tasteful bikini which did little to hide her exquisite body. Her breasts, while not large, were very well proportioned to her body and I could detect her nipples protruding slightly through the wet fabric of her bikini top.

She looked to be in her early to mid thirties, but her body had obviously been very well cared for. Her skin was a golden bronze from spending time in the summer sun and her chestnut hair was long and full, though still wet. She had a tiny waist that flared out to womanly hips; evidence of a work-out regimen that must have included more than just swimming. Her long smooth legs were slender, but very well shaped. 

But it was her ass that really caught my attention. As I followed her to the seating area off to the side of the pool, I watched her butt swing as she walked. Her ass was tiny, but very round, and her whole bottom twitched provocatively as she moved. The tiny bikini bottom really showcased her assets, but she had a body that would look good in anything. A small tattoo on her lower back was peeking out from the bottom of her suit. I wondered what those sweet little cheeks would feel like cupped in the palm of my hands.

She reached the seating area, grabbed a towel and began to dry herself. She waved her arm toward a chair and I sat down as directed. After patting herself dry, she put her wet hair up with a tie, exposing her long and very delicate neck. Then she sat down on a chaise across from me, swung her legs up and leaned back. Andy had been right in his assessment: she was a fox.

She gave me a little history about the property and some background on her marriage. She and Jason, her husband, had been married for seven years and they had a five year old daughter, Jolie, who was off with her nanny. While they lived in Boston most of the year, she and Jolie spent the summers here in Stowe, Jason joining them when he could. She began to ask questions about my work and described the project she and her husband had in mind. 

"Jason is only here on the weekends, so you are going to have to deal with me during the week," she stated with a steady stare.

"I think I can handle that," I grinned. 

There was a subtle level of visual flirting going on that was unmistakable. I couldn't yet tell if I was misreading the signals, but she seemed to be checking me out at the same time I was taking in her curves.

I continued to admire her body and survey every little nuance as she spoke. I would never get tired of looking at a woman as beautiful as this. I politely listened to her and answered her questions as she asked them, trying to maintain eye contact. But as I got comfortable I couldn't help but let my eyes wander south. 

The bikini she was wearing was quite small and made of a material that hugged the curves of her body, especially in its wet condition. The top was simply a string running around her torso with two triangles of fabric that tied up behind her neck. Her nipples must always be hard, I thought to myself. But it was the bottom that I couldn't tear my eyes from. 

Her stomach was flat and taut. She had a small silver loop pierced through her belly button. Her smooth stomach extended south until it disappeared under the front of her tiny bikini bottom. Rising in a slow round bulge was her pussy mound, protruding up under the material of her suit and making its presence known. It continued down in a nice curved ridge until separating just slightly at her lips. The wet material clung lovingly to her contour and had tucked itself neatly into the crease of her pussy. As her lips came together her mound dove down tightly before meeting her upper thighs and forming a compact apex of skin and fabric. 

Try as I might I could not stop looking at her mound. It was so beautiful. She had to be completely shaved to have such a sleek smooth look in such a revealing suit. I'd look her in the eyes as we spoke, but whenever she'd look away for a minute, I'd glance back down at her pussy, before redirecting my gaze back to her eyes, hoping she didn't notice my visual transgressions. I just wanted to cup her in my palm and feel the soft roundness of her puffy lips through her bikini bottom. Suddenly she said something sharply that woke me out of my erotic stupor.

"Jeremy, what are you looking at?"

Her direct question caught me off guard and made me realize how transparent my thoughts were. I was embarrassed.

"Well, I, uh...I was, uh...I was just...."

She looked at me unflinchingly and stared me down.

"Jeremy," she said in that cute French accent. "I'm used to people being honest around me, so if you can't speak clearly and honestly, you may not be the right person to be working on our property," she said with a steely gaze. "What were you looking at?" she asked again and I realized I should play it straight. 

"Well, Samantha, I was looking at your body, if you want the truth." She locked in my gaze and seemed to wait for me to continue. I decided to take a chance and go for broke.

"I mean, that's a very revealing suit you're wearing and I couldn't help but admire your..." I hesitated and looked into her eyes. "...your pussy mound."

I waited for a dismissal as I tried to read the reaction on her face.

"Thanks for being honest. I will expect that of you at all times." She hesitated for a moment and then looked me straight in the eye. "And the answer is yes."

I looked at her quizzically. She paused for just a moment before continuing.

"It is completely shaved," she said directly. "And don't tell me you weren't wondering," she said with a wry smile.

I was speechless. All I could do was plaster a shit-eating grin on my face and mumble some half-baked apology.

"Let's go look at the project, shall we?"

She quickly got up and donned a short top, which still exposed her midriff and below. I followed her once again. Hopefully she didn't have eyes in the back of her head, because she would have seen me leering again at her tight little ass as it twitched and swayed toward the pool house. The bottom of her suit had hiked up on her bottom a bit, so the pert round cheeks were exposed and jiggled tightly with each step. What a fine looking woman, I thought to myself. 

The pool house sat to the side of the pool with a pergola on one side. It housed changing rooms, a small kitchen and a large interior gathering space with comfortable furniture and French doors looking out onto the pool deck. The centerpiece was an antique wooden bar with beautiful carvings and a brass foot rail. 

The project entailed trimming out the room to match the bar. Samantha wanted wainscoting and fairly ornate crown moldings running the entire perimeter of the room. In addition there was work to be done on the back bar bringing it up to the level of detail of the antique bar itself. Samantha had a sketch she'd had a designer prepare for the back bar and we talked through the project specs. It looked to be at least three weeks work from what I could tell. Every so often Samantha would turn away from me and I could admire her ass and her legs. She knew I was watching, but she didn't accost me again. In fact, I got the feeling she liked me looking at her.

I realized three things about Samantha as we talked. First, she was very comfortable with her body, as well she should be. Most women, at any age, would kill for a body like hers and she knew it. Second, she struck me as a very sexual person, perhaps a bit frustrated at this point in her life, but exuding an intense sexual undertone. And third, I was very, very attracted to her.

I left a short time later and told Samantha I would return the next day, ready to take on her project. This was going to be very interesting.

I returned Monday morning with my tools and materials and dug into the pool house project. Samantha stopped by once during the day to check in, but we only talked briefly. Tuesday followed suit and I was beginning to think that perhaps I'd misread the situation. 

On Wednesday Samantha stopped in to check on progress with a small entourage: her five year-old daughter, Jolie, and her nanny, Celine. Jolie was a very cute little girl and certainly got her good looks from her mother. She ran around the bar area as Samantha surveyed my work to date. Celine was a French college student from Paris working in Stowe for the summer. She was blond, very slender, but stacked, and exuded a sexual personae far beyond her years. She didn't pay much attention to me, but I was enthralled by her presence. As Celine played with Jolie I felt Samantha lean down next to my ear.

"You should really wear sunglasses when you're around women. You are so transparent."

I twirled to face Samantha who was grinning from ear to ear. Her scent wafted into my nostrils.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just love...French women." I smiled back.

She gave me a knowing glance and left shortly thereafter with Jolie and Celine in tow.

I buckled down the rest of the day, made great progress on Thursday, and by Friday I was looking forward to our gig that night. I'd told Samantha that I'd have to leave early on Friday afternoon to get ready for the show. 

It was around mid afternoon when I heard the door open and Samantha walked in. I did a double-take. She was wearing a short yellow flowered dress that hugged her figure and looked great against her tanned skin. The dress was strapless and stretched tightly across her breasts. Her long tan legs were bracketed by the short tight hem of the dress and a pair of strappy high heeled sandals. Her long chestnut brown hair hung in waves down over her shoulders and down her back. She had a glass of cold white wine in one hand and a beer in the other.

"I brought you a beer, Jeremy," she said with a broad smile. 

I detected the subtle scent of an expensive perfume as I accepted the bottle and smiled back. 

"What? You didn't think I'd like a glass of chilled French Burgundy too?"

Her face showed surprise.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just assumed..." she stammered.

"I'm kidding. I'd love a beer. Thanks for being so thoughtful."

She sat down on the edge of a large solid wood coffee table close by and crossed her legs. She was showing a lot of leg and her hair and make-up made her look like she wasn't heading out to do a little gardening or take a swim. In fact, I wondered if she'd gotten dolled up for my benefit. I was pleased with the attention and we finally began to talk about things other than her project.

She asked about the band and the club and showed, or at least feigned, real interest in what I was doing. And I was certainly flattered to see that she was checking me out. 

I'm six feet and very slim. A summer of swinging a hammer in the sun had left me tanned and toned. My hair is a dirty blond and hangs loose and wavy over my face and shoulders. My best asset, according to more than a few women in my life, is a tight muscular ass. My cock, while not the longest, biggest or thickest, is above average in all those categories. 

Friday had been a hot day so I'd shed my tee shirt mid morning and had worked shirtless all day. My chest isn't ripped, but it's wiry and slender and Samantha sure seemed to think it worthy of scanning. I had on work boots and a pair of tight faded jeans that had conformed to my shape over the years. My cock had settled comfortably into the left side of the crotch of my jeans, creating a considerable bulge. I leaned against the bar as we talked and could feel Samantha checking me out as she drank her wine. 

As I spoke about the band, she looked me straight in the eye. But as I rambled on her eyes drifted down to my bare chest and, eventually, settled on the bulge in my jeans. She made no attempt to hide where she was looking. She slowly raised her eyes back to my chest and then back to my eyes. She sipped her wine, looked at me over the rim of the glass and I could see her eyes smile. 

I noticed how her crossed foot was shaking as we talked. I got the impression, and this could have been wishful thinking, that she had a nervous sexual energy that was just bubbling under the surface. She looked down at my crotch again and stared, the wine perhaps loosening whatever inhibitions she might have had. I could feel my cock begin to thicken with the attention and knew I didn't have much room in these jeans for an erection to expand.

"Samantha. What are you looking at?" I hesitated. "I expect complete honesty."

She smiled again and gave me a bemused look.

"I'm checking out your package, Jeremy," she stated with a big grin.

"Care to be more specific?" 

She smiled again wryly and took a deep swig of wine.

"I'm looking at your cock, Jeremy, and wondering how big it really is?"

"Thanks for being honest," I answered. "And the answer is yes."

"Excuse me?"

"I said the answer is yes," 

Samantha raised her eyebrows and looked down at the bulge in my pants again. 

"Really," she said with delight. "I'm not sure I believe you, Jeremy."

"Actually I've shaved for years, since I started shaving altogether. I love the feel of it and, quite honestly, most chicks seem to dig it. I leave a little on top so it's not too embarrassing in the locker room, but the rest...smooth as silk. I shaved this morning as a matter of fact."

Talking this way with a beautiful woman showing a mile of leg and staring at my crotch made me thicken further. Samantha stared with lust at my cock. 

"I'm still not sure I believe you, Jeremy. You may have to prove yourself."

I put my beer down on the bar and walked over slowly, a bit hobbled by the tumescence in my jeans. I stood in front of her and gently touched her lustrous hair. She was so freaking beautiful. She reached up and touched my cock through my jeans with a feather touch. She cupped my thickening cock and I could hear a barely audible groan. 

"Oh my. What have we here?" she giggled. 

She began to lightly rub it back and forth, then reached for the snap of my jeans. She unclasped it with one flick of her fingers and carefully lowered the zipper. I wasn't wearing underwear, so my cock popped out stiffly. She pushed my jeans down over my taut thighs and I stood there in all my glory, pants around my knees. My cock was hard and huge and bobbed directly at her face level. 

"Mon Dieu. Oh Jeremy. Nice cock, honey. So smooth," she said licking her lips. "But so hard."

She slid both hands around my erection with a light and feathery touch, lightly grazing my balls and trailing her fingertips up and down the length of my member. I really do take care to keep my penis well-groomed for just such moments. I could see that Samantha loved the soft hairless skin covering the rock hard shaft below. And my bare balls felt particularly sensitive to her gentle kneading and massaging. She had an amazingly soft touch.

She leaned forward with her big pouty lips, looked up into my eyes and gave the tip of my penis a little lick, then puckered her beautiful lips and gave it a very light kiss. She was teasing me unmercifully and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to stand this slow game of seduction she was playing. My cock throbbed with each lick and kiss. It was clear that Samantha loved cock and seemed to particularly appreciate mine. And while I knew she was settling in to give me a nice long slow wet blowjob, I felt the need to come back to that later.

"Samantha, I need to take my boots and pants off. It's a bit uncomfortable with my jeans wrapped around my knees and I don't think I'm going to be able to fuck you properly if I don't take a very short break here," I said brazenly. 

The gloves were off -- and so were the pants -- so I didn't shy away from being honest. That's what she wanted, or so she'd said, so I took a chance at being very direct. 

"Mmmmm. I love it when you talk that way," she whispered. "Are you really going to fuck me?"

"That's the plan, Sam."

She took her mouth off my cock, but maintained a hand hold.

"You called me Sam," she said with a smile.

"Well I figure as long as I'm standing here with my dick dangling in front of your face, we can probably dispense with the formalities."


Sam and Celine Ch. 01



She let go of my cock, somewhat reluctantly, and I sat down to remove my boots and jeans. Her eyes never left my hard cock. She sat up straight and slowly lowered the top of her dress, exposing her delicate breasts. They were a nice B cup and had a beautiful slope and shape to them. The nipples were small and looked like hard pebbles. They were perfectly placed on her slightly upturned breasts. While I unlaced my boots she massaged her breasts and pulled on her nipples with her thumb and forefinger, looking under lowered lids to see if I was watching. I was. 

"You have a fantastic body, Sam," I said as I stood to slide my jeans the rest of the way off. "Look how hard you make me."

I stood up once I was naked and my cock sprang forward, bouncing in anticipation of getting to play with this slender fox. 

"Stand up," I demanded." 

She did so and sidled toward me, not able to get too close because of the protuberance cantilevered off my belly. I pulled her in and my cock leaned up between our bodies, pressed against her stomach. I leaned down and we kissed one another hungrily, our tongues lashing and licking in wet sloppy kisses. I could feel the hard poke of her distended nipples on my chest. Her scent was divine as I nuzzled my nose into her hair

I kissed her ear and told her again I was going to fuck her. Then I let my hands wander down her backside, feeling the smooth curves of her slender back. Her hips flared out at the base of her spine and my hands found the soft round cheeks of her exquisite ass. I squeezed and fondled her butt while she did the same. 

"You have a nice tight ass, Jeremy. I like."

"You're not too shabby yourself, Sam," I said as I kneaded and caressed her precious curves. I marveled at the feel of her silky butt in my hands. I thought I could detect little sticky wet sounds coming from her pussy as I kneaded her ass cheeks. She was getting wet for me. 

"Lay down on the table," I told her. 

She lay down on her back, her breasts exposed and her long tan thighs extending provocatively from the hem of her yellow dress, still wrapped around her waist. As she lay down, she slowly pulled the hem up, legs still together and exposed her pussy. 

"Oh yeah, baby. Let me look at you," I said in delight.

I knelt down and took in the view. I recalled just five days ago admiring this same view, only then separated by a flimsy piece of wet bikini material. Now her mound pushed forth in its naked glory. She was, as promised, completely shaved and her lips were closed and tight in this position. But the way her mound protruded forth left no doubt that a precious treasure was hiding between her legs.

"Show me your pussy," I whispered as I moved in closer. 

She put her hand over her mons and slowly spread her legs, hiding her lips with her slender manicured fingers. She spread her legs as wide as she could and slowly dipped her middle finger into her wet opening. Pulling her finger up and over of her clit, she used her fore and middle fingers to spread her lips and let me see her essence. I hissed and leaned down to smell her nectar. The combination of her natural scent and a dab of perfume somewhere in her nether reaches was a complete aphrodisiac to me. The aroma made my head spin and made me want to dive deep into her wetness. 

I started at her knees and began to kiss and loudly suck my way up her slender thighs. Her skin was silky smooth and she had an all-over tan; one of the benefits of such a private pool. Between licks and kisses I told her how I was going to eat her pussy and then I was going to fuck her hard, right there on the table. She moaned and grabbed my hair, trying to pull me into the juicy apex of her thighs. I didn't resist. Her labia were perfectly shaped, curved open like a delicate flower, pink and glistening with her own juices and emitting an intoxicating fragrance. Her labia came together at the top of her slit in a cute little hood that was barely covering a small clit, poking its head out and looking for some attention. 

She was so hot and wet that I decided not to tease, but to dive right in. I used both hands to spread her lips further and with just the tip of my tongue, I licked her clit. It was like an electric shock went through her body. I flicked again and got the same reaction. Her taste sent my senses soaring. 

"Oh God! Eat my pussy, Jeremy! Please," she demanded.

I began to flick her clit with my tongue, starting slowly and then with increasing speed and intensity. She started to buck and moan. With her shoulder blades on the table and her feet on the floor, she lifted her pelvis off the table and began to grind it into my face. Her juice was coating her pussy and had a tangy sweet taste that I found intoxicating and arousing. I smelled her perfume, now mixed with her sex, and knew she hadn't come down to the pool house today by accident. 

I love to use fingers when I'm eating a woman's pussy, but the effect of my tongue and lips were more than enough for this go around, so I used my hands to support and squeeze her delectable ass while I used my tongue to flick and flitter her clit for all it was worth. She was going crazy, thrashing about on the table, grinding her pussy into my mouth and talking in a crazy combination of English and French. I didn't know what she was saying in French, but it sounded sexy as hell. The smell of her pussy was overwhelming and a complete turn-on.

I could sense that she was a woman that wanted her clit sucked and licked, long and hard. I did my best to deliver. She lifted her long lean legs over my shoulder and wrapped her legs around my head so she could grind her pussy into my face. I could feel her heeled sandals digging into my back as she moaned with pleasure. I pushed back and her head slid off the other side of the table. She leaned her head back, hair hanging down to the floor and kept moaning, bordering on a scream. I'm not sure I had ever seen a woman so aroused. I stopped abruptly, pulled her back to the edge of the table and grabbed my dick.

"I need to fuck you, Sam! Now!" I screamed.

"Oh yeah, hurry up. Shove that big dick in my pussy," she moaned.

I slid the tip into her wet hole. She was totally lubricated and not far from orgasm. I knew I wasn't going to last long either, at this point. My dick was throbbing with excitement, but I could feel how tight she was as I began to ease my length in. I slipped in inch by inch and Sam arched her pelvis up to absorb me. She groaned as I slid in slowly, deeper and deeper.

"Ohhhh! Oh fuck, Jeremy! Ohhhhh! Fuck me! Give me that young cock, Goddamit!!

And I did, to the hilt. Once I was all the way in I began to pump, back and forth, in and out, gathering momentum and force. I planted my feet on the floor for leverage, held myself up with my left arm and used my right to cradle her ass as I pumped the full length of my dick deep into the wettest recesses of her compact little body. We were slamming together violently, making slick wet sounds of skin on skin. 

She was moaning loudly and I sure hoped there was no one else in the immediate area. I could tell by the sounds she was making that her tipping point was close, as was mine. I felt like a piston pumping in and out of her tight wet box. I timed myself so that just as I felt her clench and go silent with her orgasm, I filled her pussy with spurt after spurt after spurt of juicy white cum. I let out a long loud groan and she caught her breath and began to breath heavy. 

"Oh my God, Jeremy. I needed a fucking like that so bad. Merci."

I cradled her beautiful face and kissed her deeply.

"The pleasure was all mine, Samantha," I whispered. 

The table was suddenly very uncomfortable and slippery with our juices, so I pulled Sam over to a leather couch nearby. She nestled up next to me. The smell of our sex was in the air. She reached down and suddenly noticed my raging erection.

"My God. You're still hard. How can you still be so hard?"

"Well, honestly, I can stay hard through at least two orgasms, sometimes three. Depends on the situation," I replied.

"Oh, Jeremy. That's so wonderful. My husband can barely get hard the first time these days. It's so frustrating." She paused for a second as she began to stroke my cock absentmindedly. "We may have to find some more projects for you over the summer." 

"I am at your service, mon cherie."

She smiled and leaned down to suck my cock. Suddenly she was snuggled between my legs again as I lay and watched her take my still tumescent cock into her mouth. I hadn't given her a chance earlier to build up any momentum. Now she took me deep and showed the skills I knew she had as an older woman. I lay on the couch and she hunched between my knees, sucking me deep, bobbing her head, stroking my base, kneading my balls. She knew what she was doing. I started to talk to her.

"Yeah, suck my cock, Sam. Take me deep. Can you taste your pussy juice on my cock? I loved fucking you. And you smell and taste so fucking good. Ahhhh, oh yeah, right there. Keep it up. You suck so good. I love the way you suck my dick."

As I spoke Samantha got into it. I could tell she liked dirty talk. She took me deep, real deep, and not many women I've been with can do that. Such a small woman, such a deep mouth. She licked and sucked and slurped -- and continued to make eye contact as I spoke and she sucked.

"Ummm. Do you want me to come in your mouth Sam? Do you want a huge load of cum deep in your throat? Cause you keep sucking like that and I'm going to blow a huge......AHHH."

She took me all the way down -- deep throat city -- and I was at a loss for words. While she sucked I pulled her down so she was kneeling on the floor to my side, positioned now so I could stick some fingers in her pussy. She was absolutely soaked. As I began to pump my fingers into her drenched slit she made gurgling noises of approval. I found her little pearl of nerves and applied pressure with the pad of my middle finger. She responded by moaning and sucking harder.

"Sam, you suck so good. You know I'm going to have to fuck you again, any minute. Keep sucking baby. I love sticking my fingers up into your cunt. You are so fucking wet!"

I needed that pussy on my face. I pulled her up and over. She maintained maximum suckage with my cock, while I spread her legs and put her on top in a 69 position. Her pussy was wide open to view and her labia were still spread wide from our furious fucking. The aroma of her juices was absolutely overwhelming. I began to attack her clit with my whole mouth. I used my fingers to maximum effect. My face was covered in a downpour of pussy juice. She continued to suck, but I could tell my ministrations were beginning to wreak havoc with her concentration. I sucked her entire labia into my mouth and then found her clit with my tongue and wiggled my tongue like a lunatic. 

She pulled her mouth off my cock as she screamed encouragement. 

"Oh fuck, Jeremy. SUCK ME!" she screamed. 

I did just that and felt another load ready to launch as she jerked my cock with utter abandon. As I felt her spasm with another orgasm, I also unleashed a gush of cum directly onto her face above. I could hear, but not see, her moans of enjoyment. My tongue needed a rest from this major assault. I lay back and felt her collapse on top of me, her soaked pussy leaving streaks of love juice on my face.

Sam sat up and turned around. There were streams of cum all over her face and in her hair. She looked at me and laughed. 

"Sam, what have you done to yourself? I love the new look," I joked. 

She burrowed in for a deep kiss as she turned herself around. I tasted the both of us on her lips. We snuggled our sweaty bodies together, sex juices all over the place, the smell of our union totally permeated the room. I made a place for her on the couch and she laced her limbs with mine.

"Do you want to fuck again?" I asked innocently. 

"Jeremy? You're insatiable," she stated as she reached down to feel that my cock had yet to subside.

"Sam, I want to lean you over the new bar and fuck you from behind," I stated matter-of-factly. 

It was just then that we heard a car coming up the driveway. She had left the door open when she came in, so we had a small advance warning that civilization was closing in.

She rapidly put her tight little dress back on and tried to rub the cum from her face and hair. I donned my jeans and tee shirt and began to lace up my boots. Sam thought it might be Celine bringing Jolie back from their jaunt for ice cream. But just as we were finally pulling ourselves together, an older gent with silver gray hair walked through the door.

"Jason, honey! You're home!"

Sam wrapped her arms around her husband as I quickly surveyed the room to see if we'd left any traces of our sex. I noticed a puddle of fluid on the coffee table and hoped Jason wouldn't think anything of it. He seemed pretty oblivious and preoccupied from what I could tell. The smell of sex hovered in the air, but he didn't seem to notice. 

Sam introduced me and then waved her arms toward the back bar to indicate the progress that had been made this week. 

"Jeremy has done a great job, sweetie. See?" as she waved her cute little arm to help Jason survey the fruits of my labor. If only he knew I'd been fucking and sucking his sweet little wife only moments before, he probably wouldn't have such a haughty attitude.

Jason gave me the once-over as I tried to hide the significant bulge still hunkered down in my jeans. His eyes seemed to take in the empty wine glass and beer bottle. I wondered if he noticed the untied laces of my boots. I kept him to my rear as much as possible to avoid any undue embarrassment.

"Very nice. Looks like you've made great progress. Hey honey, let's head up to the house."

And with that Sam grabbed his elbow and wheeled out the door, barely giving me a look back. Close call. I was already dreaming about our next fuck.

I left the Chambers spread feeling pretty good that afternoon. It was Friday, I was headed to a gig that promised to be jumping, and I had just fucked an incredibly gorgeous and very horny older woman. The future looked bright.

Friday night's show was incredible. We packed them in and got everyone dancing. We were definitely the scene on Mountain Road. Usually the weekend is the highlight of my week. But I was already looking forward to returning to Sam's house to continue with my project, and hopefully, the continuation of our sexual adventure. 

Saturday night is always the big night at the Black Cat, and we had a full house as expected that Saturday. We had the crowd rocking from the first song, and it was controlled frenzy as we rocked into our second set. We'd pace things to do three sets on a Saturday, if the joint was dancing, and this night was turning out to be one of the best crowds we'd had all summer.

I was singing a Tom Petty tune when I saw her. It was a long pair of legs that I noticed first through the blinding spotlights. She was at the bar, swinging her foot and watching the band. Most nights she would just be another patron, checking out the band while she sucked down a few drinks. But I was really surprised to see her and enjoyed that she was seeing me in a different element; ax in hand instead of a hammer. 

The crowd was in a dancing frenzy and we had great control over the pace of the night. We were nearing a break, but building up to the crescendo before letting the crowd hover over the intermission, waiting for our return. 

We finished our second set and told the crowd we'd be back for one more. I needed to be discrete, but I had to find out what Sam was doing here. This was definitely not her usual scene. I idled up to the bar nonchalantly without looking at her directly.

"Hey, Sam. Surprised to see you here. Where's hubby tonight?"

"Exhausted and asleep. Can we go outside?"

I didn't want Andy or anyone else noticing her presence, so I nodded subtly and turned to head for the door. Sam followed a few step behind. I turned to take in her beauty. She wore a tight sun dress with slender straps running over her delicate shoulders. The dress was tight around her hips, but flared loosely around her long lean legs. Her high heeled sandals elongated her slender calves and made her look sexy as hell. I leaned in for a little kiss as we opened the door and I could smell another wonderful perfume on her body.

Once outside in the cool air I reached for her hand and we headed toward the back of the lot. The moon was full and cast an eerie glow over the packed parking lot. I veered toward the backside of the building before turning to her to see what was up. She threw her arms around me and ground her sweet body into mine. I was overtaken and immediately aroused by her scent and aggressive display of affection. I'm always a little turned on from being on stage. Her touch catapulted me into full erection in a matter of seconds.

"I need you to fuck me," she whispered in my ear. "Here. Now."

"Excuse me?" I asked as I pulled back a little.

"You heard me, Jeremy. Right here. Right now."

Who am I to turn down a woman in need?

She reached down to stroke my already engorged cock. Then she grabbed my hand and shoved it up under her short dress. She wasn't wearing panties and she was soaking wet. I shoved my fingers into her and she grunted with approval and grabbed me frantically. I looked around and figured we were pretty hidden along on the back side of the club. She had already unzipped my pants and unleashed my erection. I leaned down to cup her sweet little ass in my hands, then grabbed her thighs from behind and pulled her up and onto my dick. I could hear her catch her breath. She had initiated this, but perhaps she didn't really think it would happen.

She was so wet I slipped right into her pussy, and with a few deep thrusts, sunk right to the hilt. She gave a throaty groan and buried her mouth into my shoulder as she impaled herself on my cock. I crooked my arms underneath her legs and pulled up, completely exposing her pussy to my thrusting cock. Gravity played a big role in sinking her down on my rock hard dick, but I was able to get extra leverage when I leaned her back against the building.

She came all the way down here so I could fuck her and I was happy to oblige. I began to thrust in and out of her with long deep strokes. I pounded her against the building, driving my huge cock into her tight French pussy. She grunted and I moaned and she bit my shoulder as I pounded away. 

"Oh fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck me hard! I need you so bad," she panted.

I got a good rhythm going and could feel her juices running off her my balls and soaking my thighs. She was so fucking turned on. And the thought that anyone could walk around the corner of the building at any moment had us both in a frenzy. 

I listened for clues to her arousal and could again tell she was reaching the brink. Her exquisite aroma wafted up toward my nostrils, filling me with desire. I let her slender body bob up and down on the rudder of my cock, keeping her centered on my hardness. Her breathing quickened, she panted in earnest, and I could feel her pussy contract over and over and over again on my thick cock. I had timed my release perfectly again and flooded her chasm with buckets of cum. I could feel it leaking out around our joining before I'd even stopped pumping. 

We rested for a moment leaning against the rough wood siding, her long slender legs still wrapped around my waist. We were both panting and soaked with sweat and sex. She went limp, I let her down gently, and she disengaged from my still erect cock. She looked at me with sheer lust, straightened her dress, and then gave me a peck on the cheek. I pulled my jeans up and tucked my still hard cock back into its nest.




Sam and Celine Ch. 01



"That was great, baby. Thank you," she said.

"Well this has got to be the best break I've ever had," I said, ever the master of the understatement. 

"I'm taking Jolie down to Boston tomorrow. I'll be back on Thursday. I'm giving Celine a few days off so I don't know if she'll be around or not. But I expect to see great progress when I return." She cupped my cock and gave it a little squeeze.

"See you Thursday, Jeremy," she whispered in my ear. 

"You're leaving already?" I asked incredulously.

"Thanks for the fuck, baby. Gotta run."

She gave me a little wave over her shoulder as her sweet little ass twitched off toward her car. I went back inside and kicked ass for the last set, already looking forward to the coming week. 



Sam and Celine Ch. 02



The early morning light was beautiful as I drove up the driveway on Monday. I'd stopped in town for a coffee to go and was ready to get to work. As I pulled into the parking court I noticed that Celine's red Jeep was not there and figured she was off somewhere seeking some R and R. It was going to be quiet around the Chambers homestead so I looked forward to having a productive couple of days. 

I grabbed my coffee and headed into the pool house to survey what I'd accomplished the past week and plan out what I'd be doing in the upcoming days. With no interruptions I could probably finish most, if not all, of the wainscot and crown moldings by the end of the week. I dove right in and worked furiously all morning. 

At noon I took a break and looked outside. It was a glorious day and was the first of what the weatherman had promised to be a great week in northern Vermont. Weeks like this don't come along too often in this neck of the woods. I glanced at the cool calm turquoise water of the pool and decided a dip might be in order before lunch. 

I grabbed a towel from the closet and headed outside. I removed my boots and tee shirt and looked around. I had the place to myself so I figured a skinny dip was not going to bother anyone. I dropped my jeans and walked to the edge of the pool. I felt a weird sense of power and joy. Here I was standing at the edge of this beautiful pool looking out across the valley towards Mount Mansfield, cock and balls dangling in the soft breeze, place to myself -- life is good. I dove in and swam about ten laps; just enough to stretch out my muscles and cool off. 

I walked up the pool steps, grabbed my towel and dried off, the sun beating down on my naked body. I could get used to this kind of job and having this place to myself for a few days was going to be like heaven. I headed back inside, snarfed down a sandwich and got back to work. I took another naked swim to cool off late in the afternoon just before heading home. This was the life.

On Tuesday I stopped in town again for coffee to go and headed up the valley to what I hoped would be another productive day. This morning, however, I noticed that Celine's Jeep was back in the driveway. We still had not spoken more than two words to one another, but it was nice to know there would be another human being on the premises today, especially a young beauty like Celine. 

I went about my business on arriving and worked all morning measuring, cutting and fitting crown molding -- slow and tedious work. Toward the end of the morning I saw some activity outside on the pool deck and peered out through the window. Celine had just arrived down at the pool and looked to be settling in for a little sunbathing. After putting her things down by one of the chaise lounges, she tied her hair up, shed the light robe she had on, and walked to the end of the pool.

She was wearing a white bikini and for the first time I really got to admire her body. She was slender, almost on the verge of being skinny, but her breasts were full and round, almost looking a bit out of proportion on her thin frame. She must have been 5'-6" and moved with a smooth grace. She had a very cute face and long flowing blond hair. Her natural breasts bounced gently as she walked to the end of the pool, her bikini top doing little to support them. Her ass was small and tight and moved gracefully with the swing of her hips.

She reached the end of the pool, stood there for a moment like a Greek statue and then dove in. She swam with long practiced strokes and I went back to my work with a smile. Each time I went back to the band saw I'd gaze outside to see what she was up to. By noon I was ready for a break and something to eat. I was going to go back outside, but I decided to sit inside and admire the view. As I looked outside I could see that Celine was back in the chaise, sunning herself. She was topless. I ate my sandwich in silence and admired the natural beauty. Lunch with my kind of view. I decided to skip my swim and went back to work. 

Celine had left the pool by early afternoon and I finished up what I was doing around mid-afternoon and decided to take off and start afresh tomorrow. Since Celine wasn't around I took another naked dip in the pool, dried off and headed home. The Jeep was in the driveway, but Celine was nowhere to be seen, for now.

Wednesday morning found me following what was becoming my regular routine: stop for coffee in town and then head up the valley. The Jeep was in the driveway again and I wondered if I might be in for another show today. Just one of the bennies of this job, I thought to myself.

I kept glancing outside during the morning and, just as she did yesterday, Celine arrived at the pool a little before noon. She took her swim, took off her top and began to sun herself again. My stomach told me it was noon and I took a break for lunch. I was somehow feeling like I'd lost the privacy I'd enjoyed on Monday when I'd taken a swim after lunch. Then I figured, what the hell do I have to lose here? 

I took off my boots and tee shirt and grabbed a towel.  Then I sauntered outside in my jeans and strode toward the pool.

"Hi Celine. Hope you don't mind if I take a quick dip."

Celine was sitting topless on the chaise reading with sunglasses on. She looked at me over her book and smiled. She seemed totally unselfconscious and made no attempt to cover up in my presence. It was a European thing, I presumed.

"Oui. I mean, yes. Please." What a cute French accent. I felt my cock twitch. 

She went back to reading. With her sunglasses on I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or not. But I worked here now too, and I figured I didn't need to act any differently than I had on Monday.

I peeled my jeans down and stood naked on the edge of the pool. I didn't look to see if Celine was watching or not, but I took my time getting ready to dive in. I swung my arms back and forth to warm up, knowing that such movement would cause my cock to swing as well. My balls hung freely between my thighs and my cock, while not hard, was hanging full and dangling as I prepared to dive in. With a powerful surge off the coping I dove in, emerging smoothly halfway down the pool. I began a long slow freestyle stroke, turning and pushing off strongly each time I reached the end of the pool. 

It felt great to be naked in the water and even better to know a cute young topless French woman was, perhaps, watching. I swam strongly for ten minutes then emerged slowly up the steps. I reached for my towel and took my time drying off, knowing I was directly in Celine's line of vision. I didn't look at Celine to see if she was watching or not, but I swore I felt her eyes on me. I dried off well, making sure I rubbed my cock enough to ensure it was full, but flaccid. I pulled my jeans on and tucked my cock into the left side before zipping up. 

I turned to Celine and smiled.

"See you later, Celine," I said with a grin.

"Bye bye," she said in return. I still couldn't tell if she'd been watching, but I had done my best to put on a little show and something told me she hadn't read much in the past fifteen minutes. I headed back into the pool house, ate my lunch while watching Celine through the window, then started back to work. 

Thursday dawned cloudy and it looked like northern Vermont's run of good weather was coming to an end. But I was on my way to the Chamber's place early because today Samantha would be returning from Boston. I was looking forward to showing her the progress I'd made and was hoping the incredible sex we'd shared last week was not some sort of weird aberration. 

I didn't see Celine that morning, but figured she was also gearing up for the return of Samantha and resuming her nanny duties with Jolie after a few days off. I cranked that morning to pull things together and made an extra effort to clean up the premises so the pool house bar area would look as good as possible. 

I heard a car coming up the drive just before noon and could tell the house started to stir. Samantha was back. I focused on the details at hand and hoped she'd come pay a visit before too long. I was eating lunch just after noon when I heard the door open. Sam walked in with a big smile on her face. She was dressed in tight jeans that fit her like a glove and a sleeveless tube top that hugged her breasts. Her flat belly peeked out between the two.

"How's my favorite carpenter doing? Oh my! Look at that! You have been a busy little beaver," she exclaimed as she walked the room and surveyed the progress. I'd fucked this woman silly a few days ago, but now I felt a little awkward at her return, not sure how I should greet her. I stood and she walked over, glanced out the window to make sure Celine wasn't nearby with Jolie and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me deeply and I kissed her back as my hands wandered down to cup her tight little ass.

"Did you miss me?" she whispered in my ear.

"You know I did. And you?"

"Mmmmm.  Desperately. I had to use my fingers the past few days and pretend it was you." 

She leaned back and ground her pelvis into my hardening member. I wanted to fuck her so bad. 

"We can't do this right now, as much I'd love to. But Celine is going to put Jolie down for a nap around three. I told her that I'm going to have you come up and look at a few things that need doing in the master closet. So bring your little self up there right about then. Okay?" she cooed. 

She stroked my stiff member and smiled seductively. 

"Ooooh. You are glad to see me." 

She gave me one more tug, turned and headed for the door. 

"Later," she smiled over her shoulder. 

I watched her sweet ass stretching her jeans and just sat there dumbfounded. 

"I'll be there," I managed to blurt out. 

I stayed busy over the next two hours and found I kept looking at my watch to see if it was three yet. The early afternoon crawled, but it was finally time to go and I grabbed a pad and pencil so I'd look like an earnest young carpenter who was ready to take notes.  I headed up to the house and knocked on the back door. 

Celine came to the door, smiled and let me in. We gave each other a knowing glance. I'd seen her topless and she'd seen me naked, but we'd still only exchanged a few words. Damn she was cute up close. I smelled a wonderful fresh fragrance coming off her body as she stood to the side and let me in.

"Samantha is in the Living Room, Jeremy." 

Her accent was so provocative, but I could tell from even the few words I'd heard her speak that her English was excellent.

"Thanks, Celine," I said politely. 

I gave her a smile and quickly surveyed her body. She had to have noticed. I turned and headed toward the front of the house. Sam met me in the hall and told me to follow her upstairs.

The interior of the house was well-detailed and reeked of money. I followed Sam up the winding staircase to the second floor. We headed down a hall and through a pair of double doors that led to the master bedroom suite. An entry foyer connected the master bedroom with the bath and two walk-in closets. The main bedroom was huge and a large bay window seat looked out over the pool and to the view beyond.

"Very nice," I said. "I don't see much that needs doing up here."

Sam walked up to me directly and put her hands on my butt and pulled me into her. 

"I need doing," she whispered as she leaned in for a kiss. 

As our tongues explored one another's mouth, she began to unbuckle my jeans. 

"Careful," I said as she started to ease down my zipper. 

"You really should wear underwear, Jeremy," she chastised.

"Gets in the way," I replied. 

She slid the zipper all the way down and then reached her hands around to cup my bare ass. I tugged my tee shirt over my head and threw it on the floor.

"We need to be quiet. And quick," she added. "Jolie will be up from her nap before too long. But I have to have you this afternoon," she whispered. 

"I can do quiet. And quick," I whispered back. "And I need you too, Sam."

I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her tube top and lifted it up and over her head. Her braless breasts sprang free and her pert nipples were crying out to be sucked. I sat down on the bed and did just that while I began to return the favor of removing her jeans. She stood before me and gasped as I licked and sucked her stiff nipples. She pulled my head into her breasts. 

I gently eased her jeans down, peeled them off would be more like it, and she stepped out of them, now only wearing a pair of silk bikini panties. I began to knead her soft round ass as I continued to suck her nipples and I could already smell her wetness. 

"Oh, Jeremy. Oh my God. I need you so bad," she whispered.

I peeled her panties off, already slick with her juices, and pulled her back on the bed with me. We began to giggle and roll around on the bed, laughing and groping one another. She was grabbing my dick and as I rolled around I could feel how wet her pussy was. The sweet smell of her sex permeated the air.

"I need you to fuck me," she seethed. 

I pulled her straight up so her head was toward the foot of the bed. I kneeled up over her face and dangled my cock over her mouth. She pulled me in hungrily and began to suck me with abandon. 

"Just suck me a little, Sam, before I slide this into you," I said softly.

She sucked my stiff dick fervently for another minute and then popped me out of her mouth. 

"I need you now, Jeremy."

So I complied.  I scooted back down the bed and she grabbed my cock and positioned it at her soaking wet opening. I eased in slowly, sliding back and forth as my length was absorbed by her slippery cunt. I pushed up on my arms so I hovered above her and could control my thrusts. I was beginning to build up speed when she put her hands on my chest.

"Jeremy. Fuck me slow. I want to look at you. Nice and slow, baby," she whispered.

So I began to slide the full length of my cock in and out very slowly. I slid all the way in and left it fully ensconced as I looked deep into her beautiful eyes. She was in ecstasy and I was right there with her. I moved back and forth, just easing out an inch or two each time. It felt so good and so fucking tight. We moved in a slow rhythm, she bucked her hips up to meet each one of my slow thrusts. I could feel her slick labia pull on my member each time I moved inside her incredibly snug pussy.  

We built up a natural rhythm that kept increasing in tempo. I could feel her begin to thrust and move underneath me at a faster pace, and I began to pump harder and faster as her breathing increased. I pushed up on my arms so only my cock was in contact with her body. Now I began to pound her hard.

As I lifted my head up I noticed a fleeting movement just outside the partially opened door and heard a short gasp. It was Celine and she was standing in the shadows just out in the hallway. Sam hadn't noticed her, but her presence was a major turn-on for me, as if I needed one at this point. I refocused on Sam and doubled my efforts. Sam threw her head back and moaned as I fucked her in long steady strokes. Her sweet little breasts bounced with each thrust.

I pulled out, turned around so my head was on a pillow and pulled Sam on top of me.

"I want you on top, Sam."

She quickly straddled me and impaled herself on my cock, grunting loudly as she did. She leaned forward and began to move her hips in a grinding up and down motion as she found a natural rhythm. Each time she pulled up I could see the door framed between her legs and my cock. Celine was still there and now had a magnificent rear view of my stiff long cock being engulfed by Sam's pussy. While it was hard to see her in the shadows, I could swear she was playing with herself. Sam was oblivious to the show we were putting on, but I loved the fact that we had an eager audience. 

I spread my legs slightly so my balls were hanging down between my thighs and Celine could have a excellent view of Sam pile driving herself down on my cock. I began to lift my hips up to meet Sam's thrusts.

I could tell Sam was tipping toward orgasm as the pace of her breathing increased and she began to moan loudly. She was the one who had insisted on silence, so I pulled her off and told her to get on her knees face down in a pillow. She did so quickly.

"Shove it back in me. Quick! I need your cock!"

I kneeled between her legs and guided the head of my dick back toward her gaping hole. I slipped right in and she growled in appreciation. 

"I'm going to fuck you good now, Sam. Use the pillow if you need to muffle yourself."

And with that I began a furious fucking, doubling the rhythm of before and pounding my cock into Sam as deep as it would go. She was so wet now the union of our bodies was a juicy slick mess. The sound of my hips ramming against her ass created a wet slapping sound. She was moaning loudly in the pillow and arching her back to meet my thrusts. 

Celine had to be watching my ass cheeks clenching with each thrust. My balls were swinging freely in this position and flapping with my frantic movements. Celine began to moan louder into the pillow.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh fuck! Jeremy! Don't stop! Aaaaahhhh!!"

With that I felt her entire lower body clench with an orgasm, her pussy tightening its iron grip on my cock. A few more slippery strokes and I felt myself release into her deepest recesses. Our thighs were soaked with the juices of our sex. I reached forward and massaged her shoulders before pulling out. 

Sam stayed panting in the doggie position for another moment as I pulled out and scooted to the side. I looked back toward the door and could still see Celine's shadow in the hallway. I looked right at her and then reached down to spread Sam's soaking wet pussy for Celine's benefit. My semen was dripping out mixed with her own juices. My cock was still rock hard and I gave it a few pulls as I looked in Celine's direction. Then she was gone.

Sam collapsed on the bed, catching her breath, then suddenly looked at the clock and jumped up.

"Oh my God! Look at the time. We've been up here too long. We've got to get back downstairs. Celine is going to suspect something."

I chuckled to myself as I pulled on my jeans and made myself presentable again. 

We both got our clothes back on and casually left the master bedroom trying to look as normal as possible. It didn't matter really, as Celine was nowhere to be seen by this point. We walked downstairs and toward the back door. I reached down to pull Sam close. I gave her a kiss and told her I'd see her tomorrow. 

"Ciao, baby," she cooed. 

I hopped into my truck and headed down the valley. 

Friday was an uneventful day. I worked my ass off and only saw Sam for a few moments. I concentrated on the work at hand and put the sexual tinderbox I'd landed in toward the back of my mind. Celine was nowhere to be seen and the pool remained a placid plate of glass most of the day. I took a quick dip before leaving early and headed back down the valley to a weekend of playing music. I figured all the other things would take care of themselves.

Friday night was kicking and the events of the last two weeks began to fade into the immediacy of the moment. The band was beginning to click big time and the Friday night crowd danced wildly past midnight. I kicked back on Saturday and rested up for what was going to be our first Saturday night in August. Things tend to kick into high gear in August -- the end of the summer is suddenly close at hand and the crowds, especially the college students, are eager to party as the summer is wending to a close. Saturday night did not disappoint. The band had been in sync now for over two months and we had our sets down pat and knew how to work the crowd. Tonight was no exception and by the second set the dance floor was packed. 




Sam and Celine Ch. 02



I was stepping up to the mike to sing a Steely Dan song when I saw Celine in the crowd. She was standing alone on the floor and looked ready to dance. We began the song and as I sang I watched her. "Hey Nineteen" always got the crowd going. 

She was dressed in tight jeans and a white top that scooped low to expose her beautiful cleavage. Her hair was piled high and somewhat helter-skelter on top of her head and she began to wiggle as the music picked up steam. I scanned the crowd of dancers, as I usually do, and could see that Celine was in her own world.

She put her hands over her head and swayed her sweet little butt to the rhythm of the song, punctuating the beat with little thrusts from her groin. She had an ethereal smile on her face and moved with a natural grace and uninhibited style that was definitely not American. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She made eye contact and moved in a very sexual way whenever I looked at her. She was luring me in and she was doing a good job of it. As she turned away from the stage her sweet bubble ass moved smoothly to the beat. She swayed and danced unconcerned with the fact that anyone might be watching her.

"Please take me along when you slide on down."

She looked up from the dance floor and I could see her eye my crotch as I sang. I smiled and she acknowledged m with a wiggle of her hips. So sexy. I couldn't believe my eyes. Then the chorus kicked in. 

"The Cuervo Gold. The fine Colombian. Make tonight a wonderful thing." 

The crowd was singing along, the floor was packed and Celine and I were playing a game of eyeball. She moved so sexually and with such confidence. I didn't have any room in my jeans for an erection, so I paced myself and kept looking away to avoid the distraction of her sweetly swaying body. 

But once the song, and the set, ended, I placed my guitar on its stand and headed off stage to search for her. I steered for the bar, as I usually do, and fended off the usual high fives and talkative drunks. I saw her leaning on the bar, ordering a drink. I sidled up and tucked into the narrow space next to her. 

"Well this is a surprise," I said, smiling at her. "What brings you out on a Saturday night?" I queried.

She turned and I suddenly realized how incredibly beautiful she was up close. 

"Well Samantha and Jolie left unexpectedly this afternoon and I needed to get away from that place and....well, I guess I felt like dancing." She smiled so seductively.

"Really? They left just like that? When are they coming back?"

I didn't want to sound too concerned.

"They are coming back up to Vermont on Monday," Celine replied.

"You know, this is very bizarre. I mean, here we've been circling around one another, I've seen you topless, you've seen me naked, and.....well, doing all sorts of other things....."

I smiled meekly and so did she.

"And we've barely said three words to one another until now. So....who are you?" I asked innocently.

We spent the next ten minutes talking. It was difficult, standing at a loud bar on a Saturday night and knowing that I had to go back on stage in a few minutes. But we traded personal info quickly and blocked out the cacophony around us. 

I found out she had grown up in a suburb north of Paris, was a student at the Sorbonne and had gotten the nanny gig through the internet, site unseen. Her English was excellent, but this was her first visit to the States. She'd spent most of the summer up on the hill taking care of Jolie and had had very little time to enjoy herself or see much of the US outside of the Chambers compound. 

While she talked I admired the view. The tops of her breasts were very visible and they looked so soft and full. Her hair was silky and so casually pulled up and away over her head. I wanted to reach up and unleash it. I found myself getting lost in her mahogany brown eyes. 

But what struck me the most being so close was her skin. It was luminescent and radiated with a silky texture that just begged to be touched. I wanted to just reach out and softly stroke her face, but I sublimated the urge and felt myself drawn to her even further. 

She had high cheekbones and exotic eyes. Her teeth were perfect and her lips looked so kissable right now. The press of the crowd was crushing us together at the bar. I didn't mind in the least, and it didn't seem like she was having a problem with it either. Despite the smoke and sweat hanging in the room, I could still smell her delectable scent wafting off her delicate body. I tried to keep my mind in the conversation. 

With a little more probing I discovered she had a boyfriend back in Paris, but hadn't seen him since May. She seemed somewhat wistful, but she was here, he wasn't, and I was. I asked what her boyfriend was like, trying to wheedle my way into her good graces.

"Oh I've known him since I started university. He is very nice, but...." She let her sentence hang.

"But what?" I pressed. She looked at me intensely.

"Well, he's never, um, well, he's..." I looked at her expectantly. Andy tapped me on the shoulder.

"Time to rock, brother." I didn't let my eye contact waver.

"Be right there." I waved him off. He disappeared into the crowd.

"He's never made love to me the way you did to Samantha the other afternoon. I couldn't believe my eyes. You were so intense....and passionate. I couldn't stop watching. I know it was bad." She locked in my gaze.

"It wasn't bad." I paused. "And truthfully, I liked it," I said smiling. "I liked that you were watching us. It turned me on something fierce."

"Really? Mmmm. It turned me on too," she said sort of shyly. 

"You were touching yourself, weren't you?" I said nonchalantly.

She gave me a somewhat embarrassed look. . "Yes," she said meekly. "I couldn't help it. I was so wet."

I began to dawn on me where this evening was headed. But I knew better than to try and pull something off after closing time on a Saturday night. My mind spun and I came up quickly with a plan of action.

"Celine, I need to go. And as much as I'd like to hang out later tonight, it takes a crazy long time to break down the equipment. So I have a suggestion. I will come by tomorrow morning around ten to pick you up. We're going to go on a hike. Wear some comfortable shoes and maybe bring a sweater and hat. I'll take care of everything else."

She looked at me with a big smile.

"Oui?" she said. 

I kissed her forehead.

"Oui back at you. Gotta go. See you tomorrow. Get a good night's sleep."

I headed back to the stage and we ripped the roof off the joint. Celine disappeared into the crowd and I began to think about tomorrow.

I pulled down the driveway as promised the next morning. I'd bought provisions, water, a bottle of wine, sunblock, binoculars -- all tucked neatly into my pack. I pulled up into the driveway and saw her Jeep. I hopped out and ran up the stairs to her small au-pair apartment, neatly nestled above the garage attached to the main house. I knocked and the door opened.

Celine was ready for hiking, but she looked like she was ready for something else as well. She had Spandex shorts that hugged her lower body and a tight top that did the same. She wasn't hiding any of her curves and I was pretty sure the mountain would not mind. She threw a loose vest over herself as she got ready to go.

"What do I need to bring?" she asked.

"Not a thing. I've got it all covered. You look great. Let's go."

And out the door we went. She was so excited to be going out, it didn't seem to matter where she was going. But I had a treat in store for her and knew she'd get off on the day I had planned. She looked so sporty, but so sexy in her little outfit. I couldn't wait for the day to unfold.

"You know that mountain you see every day off in the distance? Well that's Mount Mansfield. And we're going to climb it today," I told her.

She was excited from the moment she climbed in the car. The day was glorious and we drove through the Notch and over to Underhill and parked at the trailhead. She followed my lead up the trail and looked to be in good shape for what would be a rather vigorous hike. As the trail began to rise we both began to break out in a sweat. She removed her vest, which I stowed in my pack, and her body was bursting out of her Spandex outfit. Her nipples stood proud through the thin material and I knew folks on top were going to enjoy more than the usual view. 

Mansfield is an amazing mountain, but you can drive to the top so it is sometimes overrun with folks in Bermuda shorts and white shoes. Our trail brought us up the back side of the mountain away from the crowds. Once on top we quickly traversed the ridge and ignored the masses.

I pointed out the high points to Celine. Off to the west were the Adirondacks, and peeking above the horizon to the east were the White Mountains. The view was endless and we enjoyed our traverse of the ridge. We found a great little rock outcropping just off the north peak on which to have a picnic and we enjoyed the sun and view and the lunch I'd packed as we sat on a huge granite boulder. The food tasted great after such an effort and the red burgundy I'd stowed in my pack in a Nalgene bottle was a real surprise for Celine. We were having a great afternoon, but I was already looking forward to our return to Stowe.

Reluctantly we left our sunny perch and headed west down the mountain. In front of us was the expanse of Lake Champlain and the Adirondacks poking their smoky heads up in the distance. Celine kept announcing how incredible the view was. I was watching her sweet ass sway down the mountain trail and was thinking the same thing. 

An hour and a half later we emerged into the clearing of the parking lot, climbed into my truck and headed back toward Stowe. Celine waxed on about the hike and the day and the wine and....it had been a perfect day. We arrived back at the Chambers estate and breathed a sigh of relief as we saw no evidence of their return. I could tell Celine was getting excited already. We climbed up the steps to her lair and opened the door to the rest of the afternoon. 

We were hot and sweaty from a long hike, but I was feeling drawn to this incredible woman. There was no doubt in my mind that the feeling was mutual. The sweat and dirt didn't bother me; I was ready to mingle. But Celine demurred as I tried to kiss her. 

"I need a shower. We need a shower. Why don't you join me?"

This may be the nanny's apartment, but it was very well-appointed and had a charm that spoke volumes about the owner's good taste. The bathroom was bathed in natural light from a large skylight. The shower was huge and had thick glass on two sides.

Celine pulled off her top and shorts without a glance in my direction. She retwisted her hair and tied it tightly above her head, exposing her elegant neckline. I watched her perfectly smooth bottom twitch as she walked to the shower to turn it on. She moved like a feline, slow and silky. I admired her tight little bubble ass and could feel the blood rush to my groin. I could now see that she was a natural blond and while she may have trimmed her bush, she was natural and full. Still, her pubic hair was so fine and soft that her labia shown through clearly. She looked delectable.

I pulled off my tee shirt, dropped my shorts and stood naked as I watched her adjust the temperature of the water. My cock was at attention and stood wavering proudly in the warm glow of the afternoon.

Celine got the temperature just right and turned to see me standing at attention. She smiled, didn't say a word, but stepped into the shower and left the door ajar. I took the cue and slid into the stream of hot water with her. I place my hands on her shoulder and leaned down to kiss her neck. She leaned her head to the side so I could kiss and lick her neck from her shoulder blade to her earlobe.

"I want you so bad, Celine. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you walking down by the pool."

"And I want you too, Jeremy. I want to make love to you for the rest of afternoon and evening. But while we're in the shower, I only want to touch....and kiss. Okay?"

I didn't answer. I just caressed her lovely body. I snuggled up behind her and let my dick nestle in between her ass cheeks. I grabbed the soap and got my hands nice and soapy. Then, as I continued to kiss her neck, I caressed and massaged her magnificent breasts. They were incredible to feel; so soft and pliant, yet her well-defined nipples were as hard as pebbles. I massaged her boobs, lifting them to feel their weight and buoyancy. I squeezed them hard, then let my soapy fingers trail softly along their delicate curves. I fiddled her nipples with my fingertips and pinched them lightly with my soapy touch. 

My breast massage brought oohs and aahs from Celine as she ground her ass into my member. I'm not sure I've ever been so hard. She leaned her face around and found my lips. We kissed passionately and with dueling tongues, seeking out the others mouth and sucking and licking each others lips. My soapy hands could not contain themselves. They began to travel south, gliding over her smooth belly and finally nestling and cupping the soapy confines of her pussy. 

I caressed her softly and used the lubrication of the soap to glide my fingers smoothly over her pubis. She groaned her appreciation and I felt her hand reach back to cup my shaft. I was hard as a rock and her petite hand barely encircled my girth. I leaned in to whisper in her ear as I caressed her outer lips. 

"Celine. I want you so bad. You're so beautiful. I love touching you."

She turned around and grabbed the soap. She soaped up her hands and reached down to grab my cock. I reached behind and gently caressed her sweet little butt, but without pulling her close. She began to stroke my cock with soapy hands, then reached down to caress and knead my balls with one hand while she stroked up and down on my shaft with the other. Her fingers wandered all the way back to my anus where she gently rubbed me before retreating back to my hanging sac. She began to whisper in my ear.

"It was so hot to watch you fuck Samantha the other day. I couldn't believe I was watching. It felt so naughty, but I couldn't turn away. She was so turned on and you were so hard. And you fucked her good. It was so hot."

As she talked I pulled her hard against my belly, crushing my erection between us. I palmed her sweet smooth butt and squeezed her cheeks. She was so soft and supple and very turned on. Her exquisite breasts were crushed between us and felt like a soft cushion separating our upper bodies. I again kissed her neck and worked my way up to whisper in her ear.

"I need you Celine. I need to fuck you. I watched you on the dance floor last night and knew I'd have to have you. You're so incredibly sexy."

"I want you to do all the things you did to Samantha -- and more," she said over the splashing water. "I think we're pretty clean now. Don't you?"

Yes I did. And I leaned over to turn off the shower. We took the next five minutes to dry off one another's body, slowly caressing each body part as the thick cotton towels dried our skin. I sat down on a stool and dried her breasts, admiring their shape and proportion. They swayed so gently as I moved the towel over her body. I started to dry between her legs, fluffing the fair thin hair on her pubis. That's when I noticed how long her labia were. Two beautiful rippled layers of skin protruded seductively from her pussy. They hung down in a tight flower and separated just enough to show a touch of wetness. 

I had never seen lips like this and I was fascinated. I wondered what they looked like when she was wide open and spread before me. She let me gently caress her labia and smiled. 

"They're rather big," she said shyly. "I hope you like them." 

I could only stare up into her eyes with a look of incredulity.

"They're beautiful," I said as I gently separated them with the tips of my fingers

"Let me sit down," she demanded.

We trades places; I stood and she sat on the stool. She dried me expertly and without touching my cock, leaving it for last. It was hard to ignore as it stood at complete attention. She eventually began to dry my cock and balls. She was very gentle and the high grade cotton felt good under her touch. She cupped my balls and made sure I was dry everywhere. 

Then she put the towel down and put her hands on the front of my thighs as I stood fully erect in front of her face. She kissed the tip of my penis with a gentle smooch, followed my a little flick of her tongue. She looked up at me and gave me a wicked smile. I had a feeling we were both going to enjoy this. 

She moved her hands; one to cup and knead my balls, the other planted firmly, but gently, around the base of my cock. She took me into her mouth, looked up at me expectantly, and then began to suck me. A little bit deeper with each suck; and a little bit wetter with each stroke. Her mouth was a non-stop sucking machine. She'd let my cock pop out of her mouth, but would then lick and lip the entire shaft from base to tip. At one point she spit on my cock and then zeroed in to use this lubrication to lick and suck me some more. 

She now began to bob her head back and forth, taking me as deep as she could go. She made little moaning sounds as she sucked and I felt one hand slide up and between my legs to touch and massage my ass. She was so into it and I couldn't hold back. She could tell I was getting ready to unload. Just as I was about to orgasm, she pulled my cock out her mouth and kept stroking expertly with her hand. She held my cock three inches from her face and aimed my cock toward her open mouth. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I came hard; spurt after spurt after spurt of creamy white semen; most of it shooting directly into her mouth; a few errant drops landing on her face. She had her eyes open and looked at me with sheer lust. I was probably doing the same. I let out a huge groan as every drop of my load landed in or around her sweet mouth. Once I subsided she took my erection back into her mouth and sucked very gently in a post-orgasmic finale.

"Damn, Celine. That was incredible. Unreal," I said in amazement. 

She smiled sweetly, then stood up, grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. I was still as hard as a rock and she noticed as she turned around and sat on the bed. She lay back on the bed, but her feet on the edge and spread her legs. Her beautiful pussy suddenly lay open to me. Her labia were so full and long. I immediately felt the urge to suck on them.

I kneeled down on floor, put my hands around her hips and pulled her open pussy to my mouth. She spread her legs and put her feet on my back. I began to tongue and lick her long lips. They were so full and loose and folded over in puckered layers. I pulled on them with my lips and watched them stretch. Celine closed her eyes and put her hands on my head to guide me to her most sensitive spots. I pulled my head back and used my hands to touch and open her lips. They were pliant and stretchy and I gently pulled them open to expose her juicy pinkness within. 

As I spread her lips up and away, her little clit came into view. I leaned forward and flicked it very gently with the tip of my tongue. Celine bucked her pelvis into my face and moaned loudly.

"Suck me, Jeremy. I want you to suck my pussy."

I licked, sucked, kissed and prodded.  Her pussy was so wet from my exploration that my face was soaked from my nose to my chin. Her pussy lay open and inviting, enjoying my tongue, but looking like it really needed a cock to fill it up.

I stood up and climbed onto to the bed between her legs. 

"Do you want me to fuck you, Celine? Do you want my cock inside you?"

"Yesssss," she moaned. "Come inside me. Fuck me."




Sam and Celine Ch. 02



My cock hovered near her opening. She put her hand down and guided me in. I slid in just a little, then began a slow steady stroke, only dipping 3 to 4 inches of my cock into her juicy wet slit with each thrust. She was enjoying it, I could tell. I kept this up long enough to feel that she was good and wet; then I shoved it home, sinking the rest of my hard cock deep into her wet home. She gasped and let out a loud response. 

"Oh, fuck!!" she cried. 

I began to pound in long steady strokes, going deep and full with each thrust. Our bodies slapped together as we fucked, her pussy juices lubricating her tight hole. 

One thing I love to watch when fucking in the missionary position is the way a naturally busty woman's tits shake when being fucked. It's one of life's great visual pleasures, and Celine's breasts were bouncing and swaying with abandon. I could watch her boobs jiggle around all day long. It was time to move on, though. I pulled out, grabbed her legs and flipped her over. I lifted under her pelvis and pulled her ass into the air. 

"You want me to really fuck you, Celine?"

"Yes," she screamed. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my ass!"

I drove it deep with one long push and then began to fuck her with a furious rhythm. Time to let it all out, I thought, and I did. Her face was down on the bedspread and her back was arched to allow me maximum penetration. Her tight pussy grabbed my cock and tugged me back in after each outward thrust. My groin slapped against her ass and I could see her butt cheeks shake and shiver each time I rammed it home. 

The invitation to fuck her ass kept popping into my mine. But I figured it was a long night and there would be time for that later. Right now her pussy felt too good and too tight to go searching for another hole.

I could tell this position was hitting Celine just right as she began to pant and moan in rhythm to my thrusting. I could feel myself ready to explode. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she kept panting in a rhythmic chant.  

"I'm going to come inside you, Celine," I cried. 

And my second orgasm in a half hour came surging through my groin. I could feel Celine's pussy contract and pulse with my own spurts as we both came hard in a synchronized orgasm. She could certainly feel my explosion as I could feel the spasms deep inside her pussy. 

We collapsed laughing in post-orgasmic bliss. 

"Oh, Celine. You're incredible," I said in a true understatement. 

Celine cooed softly as she snuggled into my chest and wrapped her slender thigh over my legs. She looked up at me and smiled as she squeezed my semi-flaccid cock. 

"Do you think you can keep up with me tonight?" she asked as she caressed and fondled my balls.

"Not sure, baby. But I sure as hell am going to try."

My hand slid down her stomach, heading south in search of her fleshy lips. Celine sighed. 



Sam and Celine Ch. 03



Celine and I spent the next twelve hours in a sexual frenzy. We did grab some catnaps as the evening wore on, but we were both so sexually charged that sleep was a secondary consideration. In addition we knew that Samantha would be returning in the morning and we needed to make the most of the time we had. I would be back at work in the pool house by 7:30, so the night hours became a blur of arms and legs, pussy and cock, a swirling mélange of sex.

As the night wore on we tried every position under the sun and then some. We enjoyed the bed, but the floor got its share of action too. Celine was insatiable and while I know she had multiple orgasms, she never tired and kept wanting to try something new. We had oral, vaginal and anal sex, and she kept coming back for more. 

I came to realize several things about Celine:

She was completely comfortable with her body. Being naked was a very natural thing for her and perhaps a result of her French upbringing. From the first day I had seen her sunbathing topless at the pool I knew she was not embarrassed to show her magnificent body and she loved to watch the affect it had on me. 

Her labia were amazing. I had never seen such long lips nor had I ever had the pleasure of sucking on and pleasuring a woman with such pronounced labia. Despite their size, her pussy was very sensitive and she was able to orgasm easily as I ate her pussy and enjoyed the fleshy folds of her labia. She loved opening herself up to me so I could look at her pussy from different angles. I kept telling her how beautiful she was and how much looking at her turned me on. My constant erection was a testament to that fact.

Her lovely breasts were magnificent to hold and touch. They were full and jiggled seductively with each little movement. Her nipples sat perfectly on the tip of her breasts with just a slight upturn. I couldn't stop myself from kneading and squeezing them, feeling their considerable weight and fullness. Such succulence.

She loved to suck cock and seemed particularly enamored of mine. She told me her boyfriend was much smaller and, while she loved him, he was not able to satisfy her the way I had been able to this particular night. Whenever there was a break in the action, she gravitated down toward my groin and seemed to take great satisfaction at looking at, sucking and touching my cock. She treated it so gently and caressed it with complete sincerity. 

She was an absolutely amazing fuck. She was so into the moment and moved her entire body in such a sensual way that fucking her felt completely natural. She had a way of syncing up our rhythms so that she met each thrust with one of her own. Perhaps she hadn't had that much experience, but she had a body that was born to fuck. She was catlike in her movements and had a very limber and flexible body. It seemed like my cock and her pussy fit perfectly together -- not too tight and not too loose. She knew how to work her inner muscles to milk and squeeze my cock to fit the position. 

She also smelled amazing. Certainly part of her scent was a perfume or soap that she had used. But much of her allure was her natural sexual scent. I loved wafting the natural aroma of her pussy while I was licking her lips and flicking her beautiful young clit with my tongue. She was in a constant state of arousal and my nostrils were in overdrive from the natural aphrodisiac of her pussy. I hoped her scent would stay on my fingers so I could enjoy the thought of her later in the day. 

"I love the way you smell, Celine," I said as I licked her pussy and inhaled her.

"Really? What do you like about it?" she cooed.

"I can't really explain it. Your taste and smell just drive me crazy. I just want to eat you and fuck you. You're irresistible," I said sincerely. She giggled.

"Well I'm glad you like the way I taste and smell. You can taste me and smell me anytime you want," she laughed. "And I want you to fuck me again right now," she whispered as she slid her hand under my balls and began to knead them gently as she started to suck my growing cock. Here we go again. 

As the sun rose slowly in the east, we realized reality was not far behind. I suggested we take an early morning dip in the pool to wake us up and sort of officially end our date. She agreed and we wandered naked, hand in hand, down to the pool. We had one more incredible lovemaking session in the pool, our bodies languidly drifting in the smooth turquoise water. Her breasts floated buoyantly, her nipples hardened considerably from the slightly chilly water. 

She floated on her back, legs spread, and I dined hungrily on her clean pussy in the early morning light. We fucked lazily on the steps of the pool, goose bumps on her bouncing breasts as we relished the coming dawn. She engulfed my cock with her mouth, wrapping her full lips around my member as she massaged my ass cheeks and probed my bottom. I came in her for the last time as she rested her head on her folded arms on the edge of the pool and I pounded her pussy from behind. 

We kissed gently and slowly climbed out of the pool, wrapping ourselves in the thick cotton towels. We dressed in silence, knowing that the reality of the new week would soon be upon us. I was completely drained. I had come at least six times since we had begun our lovemaking and I felt an empty, but heady, glow as I kissed Celine goodbye, donned my jeans and headed into the pool house to bang some nails.

I was in a state of weary bliss. I kept running replays of the previous 18 hours through my head. I worked at half my usual pace as I tried to gear up for the week ahead. I also knew that Samantha would be back before I knew it and I had no idea what might be in store. 

I gathered up speed as the morning progressed and was back into Monday mode by lunch. I had a hunch that Sam would be returning early afternoon and that she'd seek me out. My fluids had been so drained by Celine that I wasn't sure what I wanted at that point. But I figured I would just do my job and see what developed. I was not prepared for what happened.

Shortly after lunch, I was on a step ladder sizing crown mold. I heard the door open and looked down from my perch. Sam walked in with a purpose. She was dressed, if you can call it that, in a tight black silk tee shirt, barely covering her ass and clinging to every tight curve. She had heels and an attitude and she glowered with a sensuality that I'd only seen hints of. She walked up to me on the ladder with no pretense. She put her hands on my thighs and looked into my eyes.

"I need you to fuck me. Right now," she seethed. 

I eased down from the ladder as she twitched over to the bar and slowly lifted the hem of her silky black tee shirt, exposing her tight little buns and showing just a hint of her exquisite, glistening pussy. No panties in sight. 

"I've been playing with myself, I'm very wet, and I need you now, Jeremy. Get over here and fuck me!!" she demanded. 

I was shirtless already. I quickly doffed my boots and jeans and pulled forth my engorged cock, waving it for her approval. She moaned at the sight and leaned over the bar, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands, completely opening her wet gash. I couldn't believe how wet she was already and I could clearly smell the scent of her arousal. 

"Oh yeah! Stick that in me now!!" she called as I strode toward her. 

I reached down between her legs and used my fingers to feel her sex and gauge her readiness. She was soaked -- absolutely drenched in excitement -- and her arousal kicked mine into overdrive. I guided the head of my dick toward her opening and she reached back to grab me and pull me in. I slipped two inches in and felt her clench. I began to pump just hard enough to keep increasing my depth and within a minute I had fully ensconced my raging hard cock deep into her pussy.

"Fuck me, Jeremy!! Fuck me!!" she screamed. 

And I did. I fucked her hard, pounding home with each stroke. I could feel her bucking and arching her back to accommodate my rhythm. The succulent lips of her pussy grabbed my cock on each outstroke and pulled me back in to where I belonged. 

But my angle was weird so I told her to stand up on the brass rail at the base of the bar front. Once she pulled her ass up higher, she leaned over the shiny finish of the counter, held onto the far edge and stuck her ass in the air -- at perfect cock height. 

I slipped all the way in, with no hesitation. Now I began a steady, but very hard, fucking stroke, pummeling her pussy with each thrust. She was tight, but wet, and she grunted with each insertion, begging me to fuck her harder and faster. Her ass cheeks bounced tightly each time my hips smacked into her ass. She closed her eyes and looked to be in a complete state of bliss. And I was right there with her -- fucking her furiously and being fucked by her submissive presence.

She demanded it even harder and I did my best to comply. We were grunting and groaning, skin slapping loudly in the early afternoon light. She begged me to fuck her hard and I grabbed her hips and pumped her at a furious pace, sweat dropping off my brow and onto her sweet little ass. I watched my cock pummeling in and out of her pert bottom and the visual, aural and tactile sensations of fucking her drove me toward the edge. 

I came in endless squirts and the muscles of her pussy squeezed out every last drop of come. I was spent from the previous liaison with Celine, but this round had put me right over the top. I lost my erection almost immediately, a fact not lost on Sam. I was completely exhausted.

She massaged my post orgasm balls and looked me in the eye. 

"Hmmmm," she surmised. "Somebody is not exactly up to par here. What gives with my favorite cock?" she queried. "Have you been a busy boy in my absence?"

I'm a terrible liar, and I went into an utter, and very fake, denial. Sam stared into my eyes as she massaged my balls. My usually responsive dick lay flaccid in her hand. I mumbled excuses, but she was having none of it. She just stared at me with a questioning look. 

"So are you going to tell me who you've been fucking?" she asked so matter-of-factly.

I just looked at her with a semi-stupid look on my face, feeling like I was transmitting thoughts I didn't want to convey. Sam looked at me closely and suddenly got an incredulous look on her face.

"Non!! Don't tell me!" She gasped and looked at me in astonishment. I knew she knew.

"Celine has been here all weekend," she stated with a certain accusatory tone. "And so has Monsieur Jeremy." 

She yanked my dick hard and I yelled. 

"What the....?" 

"You've been fucking my nanny you son-of-a-bitch." 

She hit me, but it wasn't a hit of anger; it was a hit of recognition serious interest.

"Tell me about it, carpenter boy." 

She could demean me, but she was suddenly very interested in finding out what had transpired with her innocent (or so she had seemed) nanny. We stood close together leaning against the bar as we spoke. She continued to fondle my balls and gently stroke my cock, seeing if she could raise its tired and weary head. I enjoyed her closeness and curiosity. 

I told her enough to keep her interested, but I protected Celine's privacy as much as I could. I explained how we had come to this point.

"Do you remember last week when we fucked ourselves silly up in your bedroom?"

Sam nodded inquisitively.

"Well Celine was out in the hall watching us the whole time," I explained.

Sam's eyes widened.

"Non!! Are you serious?"

"I am. And she got so turned on by watching us, and then you left, and she was here, and I was here, and.....one thing led to another," I stated sheepishly.

"Oh my God. That little vixen," Sam said as I could see her wheels turning.

"Was she good?" Sam suddenly asked, a bit defensive, but more curious than anything.

"Well, yes, she is....errr, was," I tried to say somewhat awkwardly.

Sam suddenly got a glimmer in her eye and began to stroke my cock in more earnest. I was so drained, but still turned on. My cock got semi-hard out of habit. She smiled lasciviously and began to pepper me with question. I told her details of our fucking while she listened and stroked me back to hardness.

Suddenly she stopped and dropped my cock from her hand and looked me in the eye.

"Here's how it's going to work. I want to watch you fuck Celine, and you're going to set this up for me." It sounded so good when she said it with her sexy French accent. 

"Sam, I can't do that. How can I....?"

"You can and you will." She paused and I could see her gears turning. "Tomorrow. Jolie's naptime. I will say I'm going for a long walk. And you'll seduce Celine in the Living Room where I can watch from either outside or from the Dining Room."

She smiled seductively and gave my rather limp dick a wiggle. 

"Make it happen," she stated as she pulled her little tee shirt over her cute little rump, donned her heels and high-tailed it back to the main house, looking at me scoldingly over her shoulder as she sauntered out of the room...

"Tomorrow, baby." She blew me a kiss with her pouty lips. Then she was gone.

I looked around felt completely disoriented -- sitting naked on the job site, limp dick dangling between my legs. What had I gotten myself into, I wondered?

I saw Celine later in the day walking with Jolie out in the yard. I wandered over and spoke briefly with her. We didn't touch for fear of being noticed by Sam, but I told Celine I needed to see her again. I suggested tomorrow. Sam often went shopping or took long walks when Jolie had her nap, so it was not too far-fetched to suggest an intimate rendezvouz in the afternoon. Celine smiled and said okay. We figured we'd play it by ear and hope that Sam would head off and leave us alone for an hour or so. We parted with a smile and I headed back to work, wondering what kind of web of deceit I was getting myself into. 

Tuesday dawned into a beautiful Northern Vermont summer day and I headed to work happily that morning knowing that I was going to be with Celine again. Both women had dominated my thoughts the past few weeks, but Celine was definitely working her magic on my psyche. 

I worked hard all morning with no sighting of either woman. I was looking forward to being with Celine and alternated my thoughts between calculating saw cuts and fantasizing about Celine's silky body. 

At 2:30 I put down my tools and headed up to the house. I figured if Sam answered the door I'd say I had a question for her. But Celine opened the back door with a big smile, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house.

"Samantha left a little before Jolie went down and said she was going for a long hike and would be back late. So we've got some time. I've missed you so much."

She embraced me with her full body and pressed herself against my length. She had on a white tube top and a tight pair of shorts that hugged her perfect rear. I felt her full breasts compressed between our bodies and her smell and closeness made me hard within seconds. She felt my growing presence and gyrated her hips against me, bringing me to full mast.

"Let's go in the living room and get a little more comfortable," I suggested. Celine walked in front of me and pulled off her top as we walked. As I followed her into the living room I could see her full breasts swaying from behind as we headed toward the couch. I quickly surveyed the scene to assess where Sam was hiding. The dining room pocket doors were closed, but slightly ajar and I knew Sam was watching from that vantage point. There was a huge leather chair and ottoman at the end of a grouping of furniture and I knew that Sam would have perfect sight lines if we nestled in there. I steered Celine toward the ottoman. She sat down and I stood before her. She stroked my enormous bulge through my jeans and cooed.

"I need your cock, Jeremy. I need to suck you."

She slowly unzipped my jeans and brought forth my fully raging hard-on. She pulled my jeans down over my butt, gently rested her hands on the front of my thighs and licked the knob of my erection while making full bore eye contact. As she began to suck in a more earnest fashion, she cupped my balls with her hands and began to moan as she took 3 or 4 inches of my cock into her wet mouth. 

Her back was to the door and I had a perfect view of Samantha hiding behind the crack of the dining room doors. I could barely make out her shadow and I knew she was enjoying the view. I smiled her way, knowing she had to be playing with herself. I rested my hand on Celine's head as she sucked. She used her lips and tongue and slathered my cock with her saliva. She licked and sucked my balls while gently stroking my cock, then resumed sucking me with deep gagging gulps. I was tempted to come in her mouth; I knew how much she loved that. But I wanted to fuck her, so I disengaged myself and asked her to get on top of me.

I sat down on the chair and she climbed aboard, spreading her legs to straddle my thighs and leaning forward to guide my cock into her drenched slit. We kissed with tongues lashing and I fondled her dangling breasts, flicking her nipples lightly to bring them to full distension. She slid down slowly, absorbing half my length, then pulled up to come down again. It took 5 or 6 passes before her well-lubricated pussy fully engaged my stiff cock. I reached back to cup her ass cheeks and help slide her hips up and down on my hardness. 

"Oh, I need your cock inside me, Jeremy. I need you so bad," she moaned. 

"I need you too, baby," I whispered back. 

Sam's view had to be amazing, watching her nanny ride her carpenter in her living room in broad daylight on her leather chair. Celine's backside had to be fully open to Sam's inspection and I knew that my cock was stretching the full lips of her gorgeous labia. 

I needed to try one more position to bring Celine to the brink. I leaned her backwards and pushed her back onto the large ottoman without disengaging. I spread her legs wide, pushed up on my arms and began to pound her in missionary. The wet sounds and sexual aroma of our sex permeated the room. Her breasts bounced wildly as I thrust into her deeply and fucked her hard.

"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh," she grunted with each stroke. I was panting from the exertion, but was spurred on by her words.

"Awww FUCK," she screamed as her tits shook wildly. I felt her tighten and suddenly she went silent and I could feel the vice of her pussy contract on my slip-sliding cock. I was on the verge too and once I felt her orgasm subside, I pulled out and with three quick jerks I sent five ropes of cum spraying out across her body and face.

I thought I barely heard a groan from behind the doors and hoped Celine hadn't been aware of it. I was so into the moment I had almost forgotten Sam was witnessing this display of pure lust and sex. I collapsed on top of Celine, both of us panting to catch our breath. 

"Celine, you're amazing, girl," I stated as I slowly caught my breath. 

"I wish we could fuck all day long like we did yesterday," she said sadly.

"We'll have other opportunities. But today we better be careful to vacate the premises before Sam comes back," I suggested. 

We tidied up, washed our sex off the leather of the chair and ottoman, and quietly put our clothes back on. I kissed Celine gently and nuzzled my lips into her neck, breathing in her sweet essence. It didn't feel like I would ever get tired of this young lady. I kissed her goodbye and headed back out to the pool house. I did have a job to do after all, and I hoped Sam had enjoyed watching our dalliance.

The remainder of the day was uneventful and I left the jobsite without seeing either Sam or Celine again that day. 

Wednesday found me following my new routine and I arrived at the pool house early to try and get a solid day in. I only had a day and a half left on the project and I was wondering what, if anything, Sam had in store for me once I finished the job. 




Sam and Celine Ch. 03



At mid morning I heard commotion by the pool and saw Sam, Celine and Jolie all getting settled in by the pool to hang out and take advantage of the beautiful day. Jolie tottered in the shallow end of the pool and Sam and Celine seemed deep in conversation. I watched them closely from my hidden vantage point, heads together, arms waving, and laughter floating across the pool. It was then that I suddenly had an alarming thought: could these two be in cahoots on this whole scenario that had played out over the past few days? Had I been set up to fuel the fires of each one's voyeuristic fantasies?

I set down my tape measure and pondered the possibilities as I watched their animated discussion. These two beautiful, and very horny, women had spent most of the summer tucked away up here on the estate. Had it been pure happenstance that I had fucked them both numerous times and that each had watched the other with me? Had I been taken for a ride here?

I continued to watch and analyze their conversation and movements. They certainly looked like two old friends having a lively conversation about, well, whatever it was they were talking about. Were they talking about me? Had I been lured into their web?

I sawed a few boards and made some banging noises so the sudden silence wouldn't draw attention to my spying game. At first I was a bit upset that I had been so blind to the part I was unexpectedly playing in their little sexual drama. But the more I thought about it, the more possibilities began to open up in my mind: namely, what would it be like to be with both of them at the same time? I dropped the hammer on my foot and tried to extract myself from this sudden sexual stupor. But what about it, I thought? How incredibly insane would that be?

I peered outside again. Jolie was still bouncing around in the pool. Celine lay on her stomach. The top of her bikini was undone and Sam was smoothing sunscreen on her back in long languorous strokes. They were both smiling and it was then that I knew I was right. I went back to work, but my mind was somewhere else, thinking about the possibilities. I was half hard and finding it difficult to work in such a condition.

A short time later I heard the door open and Sam walked into the room in her bathing suit. She smiled seductively and walked over to survey progress. I just glared at her with my most serious expression.

"Jeremy, it looks great. You're almost done. What a fine job you're doing."

She looked at me and smiled. I didn't return the smile. I needed answers.

"Sam, you told me the first day here that you wanted me to be honest with you. I don't think it's too much to ask the same of you. So I'm going to ask you a question and I want an honest answer."

"Absolutely, baby. What do you want to know?"

"Have you and Celine, been....have you two, you know, sort of...."

"Cat got your tongue?" she smiled.

"I feel like I've been brought into some sort of sexual intrigue. I'm having sex with both of you, and you've both watched me fuck the other, and....I'm watching you down by the pool, and...."

"Yes?"

"Are you guys screwing around with me?"

"No. We're not screwing around with you. We're just plain screwing you. And the honest answer is, yes, we're both attracted to you, but we're both attracted to one another as well. Certainly you can understand why," she said cocking her head and swinging her hip forward. Damn, she had a hot body. And the bathing suit did little to hide her most intimate curves.

"It's lonely up here on the mountain, and Celine and I have found ways to...while away the hours, you might say. I've been bisexual for years and Celine, well Celine is just discovering herself this summer, you might say. And you, well you just happened to show up at the perfect time. I'd say you're a pretty fucking lucky young man."

I couldn't argue with her there. She sauntered over to me and leaned against me, pressing her breasts against my bare torso and moving her pussy up against my thigh. 

"And you figured this all out just as we were trying to figure out how to tell you about us. And, Jeremy, we have other plans for you," she grinned. "We were both wondering if you were man enough for both of us?"

She gave my cock a squeeze and it practically burst out of my jeans with her touch and her suggestion. 

"So here is our plan. You will finish up here in the next day or so. You are busy this weekend with your band. On Monday I want you to come down to Boston to my place on Beacon Hill. I have a few carpentry projects for you to do while there. My husband is traveling all next week. I've made arrangements for Jolie to stay for a few days with her cousins on the North Shore. Celine will be coming with me to Boston. So you come down on Monday, do whatever little projects I cook up, and...."

She looked at me with a sultry stare and reached out to stroke my stiffening cock. 

"You will have the two of us at your disposal. And believe me, we're able to have a lot of fun with no man around. But if one is lucky enough to be there, well he might just get very, very lucky," she grinned.

I couldn't believe my ears. I was a mere pawn in their game of seduction, but I was an eager one and counted my blessings.

"And Celine is okay with this?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"You might say it was her idea. She is a tiger, that young lady. Ooooh, I can't wait to get you both into my king size bed with silk sheets. Your big cock. Her big lips. Mmmmmm. I've got a big whirlpool tub. And lots of toys."

She leaned up and kissed me deeply. 

"And don't forget your tools," she said as she sashayed out the door. 

I went back to work. I licked my lips as I did my best to concentrate on the work at hand. My days on the compound were coming to an end. But a whole new drama would soon be unfolding in Boston.