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Snippets

By: GeheimGirl



Snippets

*****

She is listening outside the shower, her ear pressed to the bathroom door. She listens to them moan, imagines their bodies, their breasts pressing against one another, sliding over each other in the heat and slippery with soap. She pushes her ear harder against the door as the volume starts to increase. Reaches down, undoes the top button just enough to slip her hand down and start to caress herself. Suddenly, quiet. And then the door falls in, is pulled in, and she is pulled in, too. Lifted up by four soapy hands, held up while her pants are unzipped, pulled down and away, thrown aside. They pull her into the shower with them, close the glass door, revel in the dimness and the bodies... sucking her nipples, licking her stomach and digging nails into the backs of her calves. Three bodies, she cannot believe it, the smoothness and the sensations... she arches her back against the sudden warmth on her clit, drawing her into a hot mouth, grinding herself against it, pushing into it and drawing back while she is bitten, sucked, caressed....

*****

I pulled her into the office, closed the door. There was no window in there, not yet, so no danger of anyone peeking in at us. She came in to see me all the time; no one needed to know this was any different. But she looked at me differently, her skirts had gotten shorter over the last month, her tops tighter and lower-cut. 

I pull her in toward me, her eyes grow wide and her mouth meets mine, and it is fire and adrenaline and an inability to breathe. I sit down into the chair, lean back a little as she pushes at me, unbuttoning my pants, unzipping, drawing me out. Kneeling before me and running her hands along me, tasting me, her mouth opening and closing around me. I draw her shoulders back, pull her away, lift her up. She sits down onto the edge of the desk, her legs opening at me, an invitation. I draw her closer to the edge, pull her skirt up and back, slide myself toward her. Heat overwhelms me, and I pull her hips toward me. I cannot believe how much I feel like I am melting, that she is surrounding and eating me with her body. And I pull her in again, again, again... 

*****

He pulls her into the office, closes the door roughly. She pulls out a roll of electrical tape she'd tucked into her pocket, sets it down hard onto the desk, an ultimatum. He grins, sits in the chair, aligns his forearms with the arms of the chair, consent. She climbs onto his lap, faces him, holds the tape. Slowly unwinds, a tease. Rips it neatly and lays it across his right arm: seduction. Wraps around and around. Starts over. Tease, seduce. Again. Until both arms cannot move, cannot grab, cannot hold her. And then she starts again, pulls her shirt up, over her head. Reaches back and undoes her bra, pulls it off, throws it aside. Perches on the desk, feels the door behind and to her right, the door that could open, cannot open, is it locked? Fuck it. Pulls the pants down, the black thong, adds them to the pile. Unbuttons his pants, unzips, and off with them and the black thong that he, too, wears. Climbs onto the chair, facing him, slides her feet through under his arms until she is standing over him. Straightens his cock and slides herself down onto him: The Use.

*****

We face each other on the bed, ready and beyond nerves, beyond thinking or being embarrassed, beyond caring about anything other than feeling good in this place and time. I grasp the dildo in the middle, slide one end into her, just a little, the other end into me. I watch her breasts rise with the pleasure as she arches her back, her hair brushing the bed. She moans, looks up, pushes herself forward, and I do the same... We slide closer together until I can pull my hand away, let our bodies use each other, taking turns holding and turns riding. I grab the cock again in the middle, slide it back and forth, first me, now her. Feel her hot cunt as it reaches down and feels like it is trying to eat me, consume me with her lips, driving deeper. Feeling the heat and the wet against the top of my hand, rubbing my thumb against her clit, and I feel myself start to cum.... 

Snippets: Arrival of C



...but come--if ever before 
having heard my voice from far away
you listened, and leaving your father's 
golden home you came 
   Sappho

I recently turned a young 48, have been happily married for 10 years, have been working in the same job for the past twenty years and living in the same house for the past 25 years. This is especially surprising considering how wild I had once been in my teenage and twenty something years. The way in which I met my wife, Sam, our whirlwind romance and how well we still get along has definitely contributed to my sense of well being, and I frequently have felt that my years have been, in many respects, charmed. After ten years of marriage however, we inevitably have settled into a pretty comfortable routine with one another, as often happens and this has included our sex life. While satisfying and diverse, what can I say - you learn one another's bodies, habits, mannerism, desires, and even fantasies pretty well after ten years. We are both successful, both earn good money and have managed to work our way into a house which if we had to come here today and pony up the cash, wouldn't be able to afford it. So that was my life.

I have a very extended, in fact bizarre, family tree and as a result I have had virtually no contact with most of my family. I have whole brothers and sisters, half brothers and sisters, step brothers and sisters, foster brothers and sisters, and probably brothers and sisters I know nothing about. That was and is the kind of parents I come from. They were born in the 30's, coming of age in the 50's, obsessed with themselves - me and mine. I don't know if anyone has noticed, but my parent's generation has got to be one of the most narcissistic ever. My dad in one of his later 'marriages' had a child named Cristy who now was calling me and asking if she could live with us for awhile. She had turned 19 and was explaining to me how she couldn't stay in my fathers house another day, which is something I for one thoroughly understood. So my half sister wanted to come and live with us?

It had been years since I last saw Cristy, not since she was seven or eight years old. I used to baby sit for my dad and his then wife and mother of C (pronounced 'See' -- what I called her). She was an absolutely adorable child who loved to play games, was very smart and if you closed your eyes you would swear you were talking to an adult the whole time. She had a rich full vocabulary, terrific imagination, heartfelt laugh, was touching and emotional, caring of animals - really a great kid. I used to call her C-horse or C-saw or C-weed and she would laugh and laugh, correcting me each time that she was just C to me. My dad had at various times also told me that she had a crush on me, and one time I even asked her about it and she had gotten so embarrassed that she couldn't even talk to me for most of the evening. Later on though she would tell me that we would get married some day, and I had to explain to her that we were half brother and sister and so that we couldn't get married. 

She would reply, "but half of me's not. I'll marry you with the half that's not your sister." 

Good head on her shoulder I thought for an eight year old. And now here she was twelve years later showing up on my doorstep.

She arrived, somewhat disheveled, at the door carrying a stuffed animal and a small box full of CDs under her arm. Her car was in the driveway filled with all the worldly belongings of a normal 19 year old girl, which amounted to basically one thing - clothes. 

We hugged at the door, I squeezed her as I said, "Hi C! Welcome."

She chirped, "You remembered!" And she gave me this smile which reached back into my distant memories.

I helped her carry everything in and up to her new room in a large section of the house which 100 years earlier had been the servants quarters. It made for a nice private area with three rooms along a hallway and only one point of access. I lingered longer and was probably a little more helpful than I otherwise would have been, but for the unexpected effect her presence had upon me. Her beauty and youth was like an enormous wave lifting me. I kept looking to be sure it was HER, it actually shocked me. All my ancient love I had felt for her returning.

The fact that she was 27 years younger than me full of budding youth, combined with her still adolescent-slender-girl figure, smallish stature (which I love), white white teeth, large eyes, red full mouth and baby doll pout. Wow! She was wearing this short red loose skirt set right at the hip exposing her indrawn abdomen, in combination with a white half top which formed a deep V between her breasts (no bra - was I checking?). And her breasts held their shape perfectly no matter how much was exposed to view, no sagging, so the thin fabric simply formed itself around perfect swells of flesh, no sense of weight at all. Her blonde hair fell around her collar and she had bangs which framed her large blue eyes and honey skin.

After awhile she looked at me, fluttered her eyes and tipped her head, "Thanks Jack. Thanks a lot! I Think I got it from here though." 

At that point I realized how long I had been hanging around. 

"Sorry," I said and then, "I'll be downstairs if you need anything." I went downstairs thinking, that was stupid, where else would I be. 

The first week was uneventful, she was trying to find work and get her school situation in order (she would be starting in college in the fall), so we barely saw her at all. One thing that relieved my thoughts greatly was how pleasant and nice she was to my wife, who had been worried that we would be letting in some snot brat kid into our house who would make messes and be obnoxious. Just the opposite, she was polite, kind, helped around the house, kept things clean - just like I remembered her.

The following weekend she wanted to reconnect with some of her friends in the City and asked if she could have a sleep over. I was an absolute pushover and I explained to Sam that this would not be a permanent thing and that we could get off to a smooth start, and that I would go over the rules of the house (which so far I had neglected to do) with her at the earliest convenience. For her part, she was just so impressed with Cristy that she had no problem whatsoever. 

"Great" I said, "I'll go down and tell C." 

Sam looked at me, "C?" 

"Uh yeah, it's what I used to call her years ago." 

I think she sort of wondered at my excitement and as I left she added, "It's not your sleep over." I ignored her. 

I came back down and said yes she could have a sleep over, she clapped her hands together. "Thanks. It's like so great!" and she leaned in lightly took my arm and kissed my cheek. I felt a shiver run up my spine.

"I just want to invite my three best friends. Caryn, Sil, and Joe. Is three ok?" she said in this little girl sing song voice and was leaning forward, the fabric of her top lifting lightly from between her breasts allowing me to see partway down her blouse. Her hair was falling forward into her face, and her blue eyes looking up at me. (I remember it like it was yesterday). Oh my God, what she did to me! She still had her hand on my arm, and at that moment, I caught her smell - an intoxicating combination of powder-sweet-earth-flesh, and just felt myself melt. I nodded my assent, and quickly went back up the stairs, around a corner and into one of the side rooms letting myself fall back against a wall, my heart was beating hard in my chest and I just shook my head - I needed to catch my breath. Oh my god, there's going to be four of these little nymphs here this evening!

I didn't want to interfere though and so I stayed upstairs and remained generally out of the way and out of sight, though I couldn't help but peek a little. They watched TV, listened to music and really were good kids. I caught a few glimpses and noted that each of the girls were about the same age, and had the same freshness and beauty of youth. Two with brown hair (one darker than the other) and a another blonde. In fact among the four of them, they were equally amazing to me. I couldn't help but notice.

My wife and I had no trouble sleeping that night, there were just these occasional muffled giggles every so often. Later on I woke slightly and noticed how quiet the house had become, and listening awhile - hearing nothing - assumed that they had gone to bed. I had to take a pee and was a little thirsty and I figured they were all crashed in her new room. I sleep naked (so does my wife) and when I first rose I had intended to just slip out into the hallway and down the stairs, but thought how embarrassed I would be if anyone saw me. So, I grabbed my silk summer robe and pulled it over myself (thank god as it turned out) and went downstairs. The room where they had been was empty, generally clean with pillows scattered around the floor, some cd's. The TV was still going but the sound had been muted - I turned it off. Sitting behind one of the cushions was a half empty bottle of spiced rum, ah they found our stash. I grabbed the bottle, mainly to get it out of sight so that my wife wouldn't accidentally see. I then went into the kitchen poured myself a glass of water and sat down. I just had the stove light on and so it was me in the shadows of my kitchen inside a quiet house.

Then I heard a door, it was a muffled opening and the unmistakable fruump! as the door was pushed closed again, followed by whispers and a quiet giggling.

"Did you see his eyes! He could NOT stop looking at you."

"I can NOT believe you did that!"

"They were saucers. Totally. Oh god we need to do that again," followed by giggling. 

"We didn't have to pay."

Where else could we go?" "What time is it?"

"Shhh, we have to be quiet." I recognized C's voice.

"Did we remember the food?" they were walking into the living room and I got up and stood in the kitchen doorway.

Someone had turned on a light in the living room, and the four girls were standing, giggling, bending at the waist to pick pillows up, wearing the sheerest of baby doll nighties. In fact when they stood in front of the light they had turned on, their nighties went transparent and I could see these exquisite lithe little bodies in outline! One was clad only in a pair of panties and a half top T! C was wearing this little pink baby doll, and as her hair fell about her shoulders it gave the illusion that the whole outfit was being held up by the swell of her breasts. I couldn't believe my luck. The pink fabric was so thin, it seemed almost see through, and I found myself staring at C and squinting to see everything I could from my vantage point. Her nightie reached down to just below her crotch, and when she was in front of that light I could make out the narrowing of her waist, her hips and follow her thighs up through her center. I could hear my heart. Two of the other girls were wearing nearly the same thing, one red and one white.

C was the first to notice that the TV was off and then that the light in the kitchen was on, and looking over noticed me standing in the doorway. 

"Oh, Jack?" I heard her say and then all the girls were silent looking my direction. "Sorry. I thought you had gone to bed," she said as she put her hands together and bent sideways in the living room, as I held up my glass of water.

The girls now all at once fluttered into the kitchen like a flock of little birds, literally twittering as they moved, lighting and settling on all sides of me in the kitchen as I sat back down at the table. There was laughter and breath, the faint smell of rum all around, and these small warm bodies beneath the sheerest of fabric in this bright kitchen light. 

C introduced me, "This is Jack. This is Caryn , Sil , and Joe ."

I was thinking that I needed a stiffer drink than the water that was in my glass just at this moment, that was sure. I was getting just the beginnings of an erection beneath my robe - god I hope no one notices. I began to adjust and smooth my robe, making out like I was shifting in my chair while secretly trying to adjust myself so as not to be embarrassed. I couldn't take my eyes of panties.

I just said, "Hi," all around.

"You will not believe what we just did! Oh, my god." said red nightie.

"Were you out?" I inquired. What an idiot, they just came in. I knew they were out. 

Panties now explained, "We were hungry and there was like no food in the kitchen that we liked. So we thought of going to the grocery store, but then like we were already in our pyjama's so we thought we would need to change, but our clothes were up in Cristy's new room and we didn't want to wake you guys, and then we thought oh fuck it."

Red nightie reached out her hand to Panties, sort of making a 'stop' gesture to her, like it wasn't ok for her to say 'fuck it.' Wow, I am old now I remember thinking, before saying, "No its ok. Fuck it, yeah," I repeated.

"Anyway, we decided just to go to the grocery like this," and panties just held her hands out presenting herself to me. I was staring now at her navel which was centered between cream panties below and cream half top above. "So we were at this store and sort of like moving along the aisles, running our hands along the shelves, and like no one was working. No more than three people in the whole store, but they were all totally in view of us - you know - seeing us!" 

Red nightie was laughing, bending her knees.

White nightie then piped in, "And Cristy, well you won't believe!"

C just looked at the floor swinging her foot. I could see a smile as she looked down.

"You tell it," encouraged white nightie with her hand on C.

"It was nothing. It was an accident," C demurred.

Red nightie started again, "After I went up to the manager and asked him where we might find some film, because we had run out. . ."

My mind was reeling at these girls all around me, and now I was thinking - my god, they were taking pictures? I could tell that each one of them was a little inebriated. A little glassy eyed, a little wobbly and over friendly.

"So he helped us by pointing to the end aisle right at the front of the store and then. Then! Cristy walks over and just says 'oh, here it is' and bends over to pull the film off the rack and she's, um, like not wearing any panties. Nothing!"

Peels of giggles and the girls are bending and leaning against one another, like loose rag dolls.

C just said matter of fact, "I never wear underwear."

Red nightie continued, "They got a perfect view - of, like EVERYTHING!" 

And all three girls were clapping their hands together, and putting their hands over their eyes. "Oh my God."

This vision of C flashed in my mind, literally was burning into my imagination. I looked at C and she was looking right back at me still swinging her foot, her lips pressed together. She was blushing. I know my stare had pure lust in it, and as I looked at her I saw this mischievous sparkle rise in her eye as she stepped away from the counter, "And THIS is what they saw!" she announced to all as she spun around and without warning bent at the waist letting her baby doll nightie rise up her ass and over her waist. 

I was seated no more than a foot away as her full nakedness came into view and I stared openly in front of these girls at C's bare bottom. She stood with parted legs, her pussy swelling open before me like a piece of fruit, downy surfaced cunny lips, flesh and tufts of blonde hair curling along in an arc to her abdomen. It would have fit perfectly in my open hand. And at the moment just before she stood upright, her puss lips parted slightly, like an opening flower, revealing its glistening pink line running up through her center. She was so wet! I could have reached out my hand and cupped her little muff, right there, could have caressed her thighs and ass, stroked her at that moment, pressed my fingers inside - I could have fucked her right in the kitchen in front of these girls. It was quick, like a flash, but also felt as if it lasted much longer. The other girls had their hands to their chins, eyes wide, and I had gone immediately hard and found myself setting my glass of water down and pressing my now extended cock down beneath my robe with both hands as it tented out my front. It was so obvious what I was doing.

All eyes were on me, and I tried my best to act like this was somehow normal, ok, that I wasn't flustered (even though I was now blushing red, holding my cock down into my lap with my hands, and trying to wet my mouth so that I could speak). Cristy, was turned around again and leaning against the counter, her face was mottled and she looked winded, eyes afire, smiling and looking now at the other girls.

They giggled, and someone said, "Like that."

Then someone chimed in, continuing the stories, "That wasn't all though. When we were at the counter to buy our stuff. Cristy scratched her hip and totally lifted her nightie from the front. The manager guy had a perfect view of her then too!"

"From the front?" I asked and looked at C again, with obvious anticipation, half expecting her to reveal herself to me again - from the front! A second demonstration.

C didn't move this time as she looked at me and said, "I had an itch. I forgot." She was swinging her foot again.

"The manager guy just waved us through and said, no charge. I think he had totally screwed up the cash register." Panties clapped her hands together.

I sat there clutching my robe and saying as best as I could, "Did any of you other girls try, uh do anything?" It was my attempt at appearing that all was normal. My mind was completely muddled at this point and I wasn't really hearing anything.

"Well, I reached up to get something high, like this," white nightie volunteered, as she lifted her arms up giving me a perfect view of matching white panties held in place only by thin strips of string, the little triangle held in place before her puss was opaque so that I could see her dark bush curling up at the small V between her thighs, and pubic hairs splaying on all sides. The expanse of white skin above her panty line and vertical line of a navel was intoxicating to me, I could feel my body drinking her in. Jesus, I was getting so I couldn't stand it. I was again just openly staring at this girls pussy. I felt like I was almost going to come, could feel my silk robe stimulating my skin. I wanted to slide my hand along my cock under my robe, I was dripping, but resisted moving. I was hunching over in my chair now in the throes of passion.

"But you got panties on," one of the girls added.

I realized I was still staring at white nightie now whose top remained elevated as I said absently, "Sounds like you girls had fun then." Fun? What am I Bing Crosby? Everything I said was sounding lame in my ears. "You'll have to do that again sometime, and each of you try something daring."

C was leaning against the counter again with her legs extended pressing herself upward and backward toward the counter causing her nightie to wave up and down slightly as she said matter of fact, "you could come with us." 

And she pushed herself upright in her nightie, which I knew was all that covered her, that she was open entirely beneath that fabric. I could picture her wet blonde puss when I looked at her, could still smell her wet sex, could smell all of their sweetness, warmth, flesh. I was in over my head. These girls were just messing with me now, and I was sinking fast. My cock was aching beneath my hand and I could not resist making slight undulations along my cock with my fingers through the silk fabric of my robe, my mind swimming. I was afraid I might come at any moment -- and then what would I do? My breathing was ragged, my face was burning, my mind wandered to the thought of watching these girls in some obscure grocery store, watching their 'dares.' 




Snippets: Arrival of C



I wanted to see each little bush, run my hands over their smooth bodies, lick my tongue along their wet cunts. Feel their hands on my cock, push into them, feel my skin sliding on theirs, run my fingers inside up through their pinkness. Tongue their soft red mouths and feel them yielding to my touch, opening themselves to me. This room of nymphs, me in silk robes, some kind of ancient painting. I could see this warm pile of arms and legs in the middle of the room, tangled hair and hands. Sweat. I could still see the clear wet cum along C's pussy and wanted to taste her, press into her, hold her in my arms, reach up her thighs beneath her nightie as she stood now at my side and feel the hair that grew between her legs.

"I should get off, uh back to bed." I stood up holding myself together, " It was fun. Nice to meet you," Lame. Lame. Lame. Was all I could think as I moved away from my flock of little birds. I headed into the living room, which under more normal circumstances would have been considered abrupt. 

I could hear them chiruping behind me, "Hope we see you again!"

C followed me and as I was just about to head up the stairs, I heard her, "Jack?"

I turned, still sort of holding my front.

"I was just foolin' around. Having fun. Hope it's ok?" she tilted her head, fluttered her eyes and held her hands in front of her, holding her hands at the same place I was holding mine.

I stepped back toward her, could still smell her, her sex. "It was fine. Great! You have great friends. I was just surprised. I . . I sure didn't expect it!"

She stepped forward and gave me a hug. I wrapped my one free arm around her but did not know quite where to put my hand, before finally letting it settle onto the low of her back. She held me so softly and long. I lightly let my fingers wander down her nightie just to the point where her panty line should have been. Nothing. I could just feel the beginning indent of her bottom, what would sink down into pussy if I journeyed southward.

"No panties huh," I breathed. 

And then she said, and I will never forget, "Welcome to my world." She stepped back and innocently smiled at me, "Night! See you tomorrow." 

"Night C." I headed back up the steps and paused, "Uh, make sure you girls don't tell your story tomorrow morning, ok?"

She smiled, "It's our little secret."

I settled back into my bed and tried to sleep, with a picture perfect memory of C bending before me, her muff, bush, puss open to me, for me. I turned toward my little Sam who was sleeping the whole time and nestled up behind her letting my hardness slip down between her legs from behind, and picturing C's pussy in my mind and combining this vision with the sensations now sliding along my cock in this dark room. I could feel warm flesh stirring lightly and felt her ass pushing back against me, responding, undulating, could feel myself sliding against her. 

Little did she know she was going to get the fuck of her life tonight.

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Snippets - Beth



This is another of my 'snippet' stories: short interludes in the lives of David and Beth. They are brother and sister and they are lovers. The story takes place in David's big brass bed in his flat, and is told from Beth's perspective. 

All characters in this story are entirely fictitious, and all are over the age of 18. 

*****

The morning sun streamed through the high window, filling the bedroom with light. I set my book aside as David entered the room, carrying the breakfast tray. 

"Ha! About time, too!"

He carefully set it down on the bedside table beside me, then glanced up at my face. "I don't do this for every girl who shares my bed, you know."

"Really? So what's the criterion?"

"Well, there's a few." He regarded me for a moment, then started ticking off each point on his fingers. "She must be beautiful, younger than me, have great tits, give me good head and...."

"And what?"

"...be my sister."

"I guess I qualify on all points, then." 

"Not so fast. I need to check out the third criterion." He reached over and pulled down the sheet so that my breasts were exposed. I lay passive, not sure what he was up to. "Hmmm, they look good..." he said, and then gently hefted them in his hands "...and they feel good." He bent over and placed his lips over the right nipple, flicking it with his tongue before standing back "...and taste good, too! You pass."

"God, I can't believe I fell for that."

He laughed, scooting around the bed and jumping in beside me. "Another glorious day in paradise. What shall we do today? I know!!! Let's fuck all day long!"

"You would too, you pervert! Don't you ever tire of it?"

"With you, my cherub, I do not. Why would I? He started ticking off points on his fingers. "You're beautiful, younger than me, have great tits....."

I clutched the sheets up to my neck. "No you don't!"

He laughed again. "OK, OK, so I'm a pervert! I can't imagine why you think that though, just because I want to stay in bed and fuck my baby sister all day long."

"You're really bad."

"Yep, and it's fun, isn't it. Just think of all the guys who have ugly sisters, or, worse still, have beautiful sisters but don't fornicate with them." He shook his head in dismay. "What a waste!"

I passed over his tea and a plate of toast, and we sat munching for a while, each of us thinking our thoughts. 

"You promised you'd tell me about your first time." He said after a while. 

"Yeah, and I will."

"You promised in the morning. Well, its morning now. See that bright stuff - that's sunshine. It comes every morning."

"You must be related, then."

"Ha! Ha! Very funny! Well, what about it?"

I pushed the plate back onto the tray and drained my tea, then snuggled back down under the covers. "Alright. Promise you won't get horny, though."

He snuggled down next to me and put his arm over my belly. "I won't get horny if you don't."

"Well, that's OK then."

"So who was he?"

"What makes you think it was a he?"

His eyes opened wide. "You lost your virginity to a chick?! How does that work? There's - um - a physical requisite to losing it. You don't mean that she stuck a - "

"Don't be gross. I didn't say I would tell you about losing my virginity...you already know about that - I just said I'd tell you about the first time." 

His eyes were bright. "Tell me about both."

I sighed. "You know about my cherry. I went to this Halloween Party last year and some guy picked me up and fucked the living daylights out of me -"

He knew I was talking about him, but he liked to play the game. "Was he handsome and witty and well hung?"

"Nah. He had a head like a robber's dog, was as boring as bat shit, and had a tiny weener." 

He laughed. "I don't remember it being like that....as I recall, you were all over me like a rash, rubbing your tits and pussy in my face - you couldn't wait to get laid."

"Whatever. Perhaps I'll tell you the story from my perspective one day....after all, losing your virginity is a once-off event. I'm pretty glad I did it with you, but it wasn't a decision taken lightly. Anyway, do you want to hear about my first sexual experience or not?"

"Oh yes. Who was it with?"

I was silent for a moment, whilst I gathered my thoughts. There was bad blood between David and the main character involved, and the shadow of what had happened in his flat, in the room just along the corridor, still lingered between us. I knew that one day we would need to bring it out into the light and talk about it, but today was not the day. I didn't want to spoil anything. Would what I was about to tell him do any damage? On reflection, I thought not. 

"It was, like, me and Lorna, and we were in her room with a couple of bottles of wine."

David looked at me with feigned amazement. "You crafty dog. I didn't know you were into Lorna!"

"Are you going to interrupt all the time, or are you going to listen?"

He compressed his lips and pretended to zip them up with his fingers, then spoiled the effect by speaking. "My lips are sealed."

"Evidently not very well. Anyway, we were pretty mellow and the subject got around to sex..."

"As if that's a surprise. I bet that's all chicks talk about." 

"Actually it isn't...we talk about guys from time to time, but don't often get into the details of who's doing what to whom."

He shook his head in disbelief, but I pressed on. "Anyway, it doesn't matter....that's what we started talking about on this particular day. Lorna started by asking me if I'd ever had full on sex. It was a pretty easy question to answer."

"Which was?"

I punched David on the shoulder. "You fucker! You know I was a virgin when I went with you!"

He rubbed his shoulder. "Holy shit, Beth, take it easy! When I first went with you I didn't know it was you - so how could I know whether you were the virgin I was fucking, or whether the virgin I was fucking was someone else?"

I laughed at his convoluted logic. "Christ! Why do you have to make everything complicated? I was the virgin - well, until you'd done with me and then I wasn't. Now, for the last time, do you want me to continue?"

He grinned at me. "Yeah, go on."

"I said no, I hadn't had sex, and she sort of looked at me as if she couldn't believe it. It was obvious that she had done it, probably years ago....she had this foxy little smile on her face, like the pussy who'd had the cream, if you'll excuse the puns. Anyway, I asked her the name of the guy she had first fucked. She looked right into my eyes and said 'Jim Goodall'."

"So who was he?"

"Think about it. What's Lorna's surname?"

"Goodall, isn't it?" I watched his eyes grow wide as realisation dawned. "Fuck me! Her brother is called James!"

"Yep. James Goodall - also known as Jim - her brother. I was struck speechless. Remember this is before you and I became an item, and the notion of anyone having sex with their brother was like a bolt out of the blue. I'd met him, of course, but I'd never really taken much notice of him. He was older than her and always reading books or playing the computer in his room - a bit of a loner, really. Anyway, she sat there watching my mouth open and close a few times without saying anything, and then she said 'Well, you asked. Jim was a virgin just like you so I just....helped him out a bit. I enjoyed it too.' She was quiet for a while and then she looked at her watch and said 'and he's coming home soon....I might fuck him again', and she just looked at me, almost as if it was a dare."

"Was she hoping you'd join in or something?"

"I dunno. She didn't press the point. She just looked at me expectantly, and I gabbled something like 'oh I'd better leave then'. She was fiddling with a thread of cotton on one of the buttons on her dress, not looking at me....sort of tongue-tied, if you like. I'd never seen Lorn at a loss for words before, but I didn't know what to say either. I was excited by the thought of her going all the way with her brother, but I didn't know what to do."

"So what happened then?"

"We sort of sat there for a while, and then she looked at me and said 'Beth, would you do me a favor?'.....I could feel my heart beating in my chest like a drum....I thought she was going to ask if he could fuck me, or something, but she didn't. She just said 'I want you to watch'."

"Watch? Watch her do what?"

"I asked her that. She'd got her confidence back by then, and she replied as cool as a cucumber that it was a fantasy of hers to have sex whilst someone was watching. She asked if I would hide in the closet and watch her get it on with her brother. She was turned on by the thought that someone would be observing everything they did and could tell her later what they saw and what they thought about it."

"Holy shit! What did you say?"

"That I was hardly the right person to do that, as I'd never had a guy myself and probably won't know his dick from his elbow." I laughed. "I should have saved my breath. She told me that that was the whole point as I'd have a completely unbiased view....no point of comparison, so to speak. She was very persuasive."

"Weren't you nervous about being caught?" David asked.

"Yeah, but I was mighty turned on, too, and she knew it. She convinced me it was OK. She took me over to the closet, which was built into the wall on one side of the bed. It had about six doors to it with wooden louvers, and she showed me how I could scoot alongside inside it, and if the doors were left open a bit I would be able to see the action - looking downwards towards the foot of the bed from one end of the closet, and upwards towards the pillows from the other. She even pushed back some of the crap inside it so I could move easily without making a noise." 

I was quiet for a moment, remembering my nervousness, but also the excitement at the base of my belly as I thought about what I was going to see. "Then she went out and came back with a video camera - one of those little ones, and she told me to use it so that she could watch it later. I was worried it would make a noise, but we tried it and it was virtually silent. It was all happening pretty quickly...I really didn't have much time to think about it because we heard the door slam downstairs. She looked at me and said 'Thanks, Beth. Do this for me' - and she slipped out of the room to get him."

"What were you thinking?"

"I was shitting myself! I cowed in the back of the wardrobe, hardly daring to breathe. The closet was dark and I knew he wouldn't be able to see anything unless he actually opened the doors. Even so, I felt exposed. I realised that I'd forgotten to ask when her parents were due back, and how the hell I was going to get out of the house. Anyway, it was too late, because I heard them pounding up the stairs. They were giggling and shrieking, and she burst into the room and fell onto the bed. A couple of the closet doors were slightly ajar and I could see her, but he was still out of sight, ripping his clothes off. I heard the clump of his boots as he threw them on the floor, and the rattle of his belt buckle, and then I heard the bedroom door close."

David shifted in the bed next to me, rolling over so that he was on his side, looking at my face. His voice was low and excited. "Go on!"

"I was down the end of the closet looking upwards towards the top of the bed. I could see Lorn pulling off her clothes, throwing them onto the floor in a frenzy, then she lay back and I could see her face looking towards him. He appeared into view and the first thing I could see was his cock at a range of about two feet. It was massive - not at all what I expected because he's quite a slender guy...like, it was out of proportion to him...."

"How did you know? You said that you hadn't seen any."

"Well..." I could feel myself coloring a bit "...I'd seen pictures of guys before, and a couple of movies..."

David laughed. "You'd been watching blue movies! Jesus! Mum and I used to think you were like, totally innocent."

"Well, compared to you I was. Anyway, he stopped next to the closet door I was peering through, and he was looking at her - holding his dick, pulling it lightly with his right hand around it, just below the head. It was as stiff as a stick. I could see its head, stretched purple....sort of angry looking, and glistening in the light, and I could see Lorn's face. Her eyes were fixed on it like a mongoose looking at a snake, watching him flex it." 

"Show me how big it was." David demanded. 

I held up my hands to demonstrate its length, and then circled my fingers to depict the thickness. 

"Jesus!" David was impressed. "That's fucking huge!" He pulled back the sheet and looked at his own offering, lying tumescent across his thigh. "Makes mine look puny."

I touched his shoulder. "Trust me, you wouldn't want one like his. It might have been big, but it was really fucking ugly. It just didn't look right - almost like he'd had it grafted on. It was like one of those little wooden figures you can buy in the markets overseas, you know, a little skinny guy and this mammoth organ sticking out of him like a tree branch. Anyway, Lorn seemed pretty impressed. She slipped out of bed and knelt in front of him, right in front of where I was hiding. I couldn't see his face, but I could see her only a couple of feet in front of me. She took his cock in her hand and rubbed its head over her lips, smearing them with his juice, and then started lapping at it, her little pink tongue flicking over the purple head. I watched through the camera viewfinder as she tried to take it into her mouth. She had her left hand around the base of his cock, steadying it as she fed it into her face, and I could see her mouth stretching to fit around the head. And all the time she had her eyes on me, looking up at the cupboard where she knew I was."

I glanced down to David's cock beside me. It had grown hard, excited by the imagery I had created, and he began to stroke it. "Go on, go on," he urged. 

"Jim had his hand on the back of her head, trying to push his prick into her face, but she was struggling to fit it in. She pulled her head back and rubbed her spit over it, and then put her lips around it again and he pushed forward. I was reminded of how pythons have to dislocate their jaw - you know, to swallow their prey if it is very big? I had this bizarre vision of Lorn dislocating hers so that this enormous tool could go down her throat, but she managed to get the head into her mouth without having to do that. I saw it pop in, and she grunted in satisfaction; then he pushed forward and a few inches slid in. Her cheeks were bulging and she closed her eyes, but it quickly reached the point where it wouldn't go in any further. I watched her adjust the angle of her head, trying to take more, then she pulled back and it disengaged from her mouth with a plopping noise. It was soaked in her saliva and threads of his pre-cum were looped up to her lips. She looked up at him and I could hear him give a little growl as he fed it back into her, grabbing her by the hair."

"Were you still filming?"

"Oh yeah. I'd zoomed in a little bit, so that the viewfinder was filled by her face as she struggled to swallow him."

"Fuck, that's hot!" David's hand moved over his cock, stroking it. I watched as his own pre-cum started to dribble out of him, smearing over his flat belly. "Were you getting turned on?"

"Shit, yeah. Why wouldn't I? He was fucking her face about two feet in front of me, and she was acting up for the camera, slurping around his cock, curling up her tongue and trying to poke it in the eye of his dick, then pulling back so that the I could see the strands of spit and juice." I paused, remembering the confusion of my thoughts, the burning heat between my thighs. "I wanted to play with myself but I needed my hands to work the camera."

"Tough choice."

"Yeah. I didn't want to miss anything, either. It was just as well, as she pulled back a bit and opened her mouth wide, and started to wank him. It was obvious what she was after. He picked up on it pretty quickly, and started stroking. I could hear him groaning and his fist moved faster. He didn't take long. I watched the head of his cock swell up even more, like a purple balloon, and then he spurted. A thick rope of white cum jumped out, right across her face, then six or seven others. He adjusted his aim so that most of it went into her mouth, and I saw it splashing over her teeth, and some splattered on her cheeks and dripped onto her chin. He was grunting, a sort of primeval noise like an animal as he hosed her, and she was looking right at me, her eyes open. She had a big gob of his sperm in her hair, and another in the corner of one eye and as I watched it trickled down her face. Then he pulled back... I guess so that he had a better view of what he had done, and all I could see in the viewfinder was her face, the light falling full onto her, her mouth still open and half full of her brother's cum. She swirled it around and then closed her lips and I saw her throat move as she swallowed it. His hand appeared into view and he started to scoop the sperm on her face down to her mouth, and she opened up to take that as well, slurping on his finger."

I broke off from the story, watching as my own brother played with his cock next to me. He looked pretty settled. "Don't you waste that, David." 

"Right. I won't come yet, but I'm pretty horny."

"Me too. Do you want to me to fuck you, or continue with the story?"

"Can you do both?"

"I guess." I pulled aside the sheet and straddled him, lowering myself on his shaft, grunting as I felt him slide in. I was surprisingly wet. The image of Lorn and her brother had made us both ready, and I could feel our combined juices trickling where we were joined. We fucked in silence for a while, enjoying the tightness of my pussy as he slid into me, then I continued.

"Once they had cleaned up her face, Lorn pulled him over to the bed. I could see his body for the first time, quite skinny. His dick really did look like it had been transplanted from someone else....it was disproportionate - really thick, and the head on it was like an apple. Anyway, Lorn knelt on the edge of the bed, her bottom towards me a little bit. I could see everything in the camera viewfinder as she hunkered down, face against the covers, looking back at me. Her tits were swinging loose and the nipples were hard. She doesn't have much flesh on her so when she was bent over like that her pussy was pushed out and back, the mound really prominent, framed by the columns of her thighs. From that angle she was all cunt and not much ass, if you know what I mean. She'd shaved off all the hair so that her pussy lips were fully exposed, and they were rolled back and I could see the pink centre of her slit. Then she put her hands on her buttocks and drew them apart so that her cunt opened a bit, and I could also see her asshole, puckered up tight."

"Jesus, that's hot!" David murmured. He was thrusting up into me, long strokes. "Tell me what he was doing."

"He shuffled forwards and I could see his cock. He rubbed spit over the head and then engaged it against her pussy, moving it up and down a bit so that it was in the right spot before he pushed in. I zoomed in the camera so that her cunt filled the image, with his monster cock trying to get in. It.....it was like slow motion, with him thrusting forward and her holding herself open. The lips of her pussy were sort of being pushed in, so that her slit looked tighter, and it looked as if it wasn't going to fit."

I felt David's cock pulsing as he imagined the image. He knew that Lorn was quite a small girl with narrow hips and a small, neat butt. He could envisage her struggling to accommodate her brother's member, its gross thickness pushing at her entrance, trying to skewer into her slim body. 




Snippets - Beth



"Anyway, it seemed to be poised there for a long time....I guess it was only a few seconds. I was holding my breath with anticipation and I could feel my own pussy gripped up as if his cock was trying to violate me instead of her.....then suddenly, she opened up and he slid in about two thirds of its length. She was grasping the bedclothes with her hands, little tight fists of pain as he stretched her, and she wailed in anguish. She cried out for him to stop and he paused for a moment, but then started pushing again, impaling her. She was shaking her head from side to side, her hair whipping about, pushing back onto him, and moaning."

"After a few moments he was right in. She had to let go of her buttocks to brace herself, and I lost sight of her pussy. I could see him pressed up against her, but I couldn't actually see where they joined, as it was hidden behind the curve of her ass. I zoomed the camera back out to get an overall picture of them fucking.....her kneeling, face down on the covers, looking towards me. She was looking right at the lens...a mixture of pain and triumph on her face. Her butt was sticking up and her brother was half bent over her, holding onto her hair with one hand. Each time he thrust he pulled her back towards him, so that she had no option but to take his huge prick into her body. On the out-strokes his cock was almost completely revealed, thick and shining with her juices, and then he'd push it back in and she would grunt as it disappeared into her body. She looked like one of those people who swallow swords...you know, where the blade disappears into them and you wonder where the hell it was going. It was like that....Jim's prick looked far too big to fit through her vulva, and from where I was it looked as if it would skewer right through her and pin her to the mattress."

I paused to gather my thoughts and remember what had happened next. "Anyway, I decided to get a different angle. I moved down the closet, peeping through the louvers until I was right behind him. One of the doors was there and I could see his buttocks thrusting back and forth, but his body was covering her. I crouched down and from that angle I could almost see between his legs, but the closet door was in the way so I pushed it open a bit more. I remember it creaked a bit and I stopped pushing it, but he was oblivious to anything. I reckon I could have fired a cannon and he wouldn't have heard it."

"Could you see her pussy from that angle?" David was panting a bit, and his hands were on my tits as he fucked me, long strokes angled up into my body. 

"Yeah. The camera had one of those extendable viewfinders so I was able to put it almost on the floor, angled up to look between his thighs. I adjusted the zoom so I could see his cock pushing into her. It was in shadow, but there was enough light to see it clearly. He grabbed her ass and pulled the cheeks open so it was all there for me to watch. She had adjusted to his size and he was thrusting hard, the full length gliding in, and then he'd pull back and I could see her pussy lips grasping his cock as if to try and hold him. She was talking all the time, probably for my benefit..."

"What was she saying?"

"....dirty stuff, like how she loved to fuck her brother, to feel his thick cock in her pussy....stuff like that. At one point she told him she'd like a cock in her ass and another in her pussy, and that must have got to him as he fucked her even harder." 

"Did he try and fuck her in the ass?"

"Nah. It would have split her open. I reckon she would have been game, though, but she was enjoying what she was doing too much."

"He should have tried it. What was he saying?"

"Not much. Mostly fucking her in silence. She was making a lot of noise, though. He still had a fistful off her hair, pulling her back onto him as he thrust down. I could see the nape of her neck, really slim, and it reinforced the image of this little girl being ravaged by a monster. I could also see her pussy - it was really stretched, and there were streaks of their love-juice down the inside of her thighs, shining in the light. Then she she started to come. She was yelling out things like 'Fuck me, I'm coming! Fuck me hard! Fill up my tight cunt!'.....stuff like that." 

I paused, remembering my own feelings as I watched Lorna being fucked on the bed. Her little face was screwed up in ecstasy, and she was transfixed to the bed by her brother's cock like a butterfly pinned in an entomologist's display. My voice was tight. "That tripped him over the edge too. The muscles in his buttocks and legs went really tight, and he thrust in as hard as he could, deeper than ever before. She shrieked...the head of his cock must have been engaged right up against her cervix. Then he spurted his seed into her, deep inside her, right into her womb. In the camera lens I could see the shaft of his cock pulsing as each jet of sperm shot down it, seven or eight times, like the pumping of blood through an artery. He was making that strange grunting noise."

"What was she doing?" David asked. 

"She squealed when he buried himself in her.....the really deep stroke, but then she stopped moving. She kept quite still as he came....sort of mesmerized. It was like she switched off her body and her whole being was focused inwards, concentrating on absorbing the long jets of sperm splattering inside her."

David was quiet. His eyes were distant and I could see he was relating to the scene I had described. He envisaged Jim's brain responding to the stimuli of his sister, wriggling and twitching on his cock. He pictured her cunt clasping at him as she spasmed, whirling him up in a spiral of pleasure - up, up to the point of no return. He empathised with that trembling moment on the brink, poised on the edge of a frozen precipice where the whole universe was still for an infinitesimal moment of time, and he visualized Jim's release - the ribbons of scalding cum, hot and thick, splashing in waves deep into his sister's slim young body. He imagined her, acquiescent, immobilized by the thick shaft that impaled her, feeling the heat of his sperm as it pumped into her, running into every crevice and filling her until it spilled out around the base of his cock. 

My voice was husky. "It was the hottest thing I've ever seen. As he continued to pump I could see it start to leak out around his shaft...he must have squirted in more than she could hold. I had one hand in my pants, frantically rubbing my pussy...I was biting my lips, trying not to cry out. His spurting seemed to go on for ever, but then he gradually slowed and eventually stopped. I could hear their ragged breathing and the creak of the bed as she moved her legs a little. He was still lodged inside her but strands of cum were starting to leak out, dripping onto the bedspread....and I could smell their coupling - the sharp aroma of their body fluids and the sweat on their skin."

I fell silent for a few moments, savouring the feel of David's rod pistoning into me as he envisaged the scene I had described. I knew that he didn't particularly like Lorna, but the vigor with which he fucked me was testimony to how turned on he was, thinking of her petite body pinned to the bed, her tight little cunt being filled with his juice. "Go....on..." he gasped. 

"After a few moments Jim stepped back. I saw a big gob of his cum slide from Lorn's pussy as he pulled out, and trickle down her thigh. He stepped back again and I almost died of fright...I'd forgotten that I'd pushed the camera out through the closet door, and I thought he was going to tread on it. I pulled it back into the cupboard quickly and I crouched there in terror in case he had seen it. Then I heard Lorn tell him to get out. She was utterly dismissive. He went to touch her and she said something like 'You've done what I wanted, now fuck off,' and through the louvers I saw him slink away like a dog, picking up his clothes. He stopped at the door and I heard him say 'You're a cunt, Lorn. I might just tell Mum what you do.' She laughed and said 'No you won't Jim. You're the one doing the fucking...who do you think she'll believe? Besides, you enjoy it too much to spoil this game.' And then I heard the door close behind him."

"So what happened then?" 

"She opened the closet door. I was crouched in the corner, my hand in my pants, and my fingers in my pussy. She looked at me and said 'Hmmm, I guess you enjoyed that. I thought you might'. She reached down and helped me out of the closet, over to the bed, and I saw that the inside of both of her thighs was shining with their juices. I fell back on the mattress, and she pulled down my skirt and threw it on the floor. I should have been embarrassed with her watching me frig myself, but I wasn't....I was so fucking horny!! My panties were soaked, a big wet patch, and she ran the back of her index finger up though the wet material, pushing it into my pussy so that my labia were splayed out, smeared against the translucent fabric. I was literally gasping with lust. I hooked my fingers in the sides of my knickers and pulled them down, feeling the suck of my cunt as the fabric pulled out of it, and then she knelt down on the bed and pushed her face against me and lapped at me. I could see where my juice was spread over her cheeks, and I could see a clot of her brother's cum where it had dried in her hair. I was like putty in her hands. She could have done absolutely anything to me at that moment."

"What did she do?"

"She ate me. She used her lips and her fingers and her tongue and she brought me to the edge half a dozen times. Each time she would pull away, just as I was on the brink. I was begging her to let me come, but she held back. Finally she climbed over me in the 69 position. I could see her pussy just above my face, still swollen from that huge cock and I could see the thin stream of his sperm leaking out."

David groaned, thrusting up hard into me. "Tell me!"

"I could feel my pussy pulsing against her mouth, and I put my face up into her crotch and licked her as hard as I could, long flat strokes of my tongue over her labia. My mouth was filled with the taste of Jim's sperm where he had impregnated her, and with her smell. I could feel their juices against my face where it had dribbled out of her body and down her thighs. I grabbed her ass cheeks and levered them open so I could get into her deeper. My whole body was awash with lust. I could feel her working on me, her tongue rolled up like a little cylinder, thrusting into me. She fluttered her lips against my clit at the same time, and I was spiraling up. I couldn't stop.... I was engulfed by waves of pleasure. I'd....never felt a come like that. My cunt was contracting really hard...I thought I'd pull her tongue out of her mouth with the force of my spasms. I could feel little spurts of love juice shoot out of my body with each contraction, soaking her face. It must have set her off, too, because she mashed her cunt against my face, thrusting down with her hips and I could feel her spurt against my lips, all musky, her juices mixed with her brother's seed to fill my mouth so I had to swallow it. We just rocked against each other, faces buried in each other's pussies. It seemed to last forever."

David growled, deep in his throat, and he flipped me over so that I was spread-eagled. I opened my legs wide and he thrust into me, hard, fast strokes. I watched his face as he reached up for his climax. I felt his back arch and I felt his final thrust, as deep as he could, heralding the first long jet of his sperm. As he came I lifted my legs over his back, and I milked him with rhythmic contractions, drawing his essence out of his body and into mine, my own climax engulfing me. 

Afterwards, we lay quietly for a while, before he spoke.

"So how long did your affair with Lorna go on?" 

"That was it. We spoke about it once...Sam was on the scene by then, and we started making those silly bets. One of them was that each of us should have sex with our brothers. Sam didn't know that Lorna was already doing it with Jim."

"Or that you were doing it with me."

"I wasn't....not then. I suppose Lorna opened my eyes, though. I'd always fancied you, but I assumed you were unobtainable. Anyway, watching her use her brother made me realise that anything was possible. It opened up a whole new dimension, where sex was right at the forefront. I just had to figure out a way to do it without putting you off....I think Taboos were stronger with you than with me."

I could see him thinking about it. "Yeah," he said at last. "I guess that's right, Sis." He put his head on the pillow next to me and he reached up and stroked the fine whorls of hair at the nape of my neck. He smiled at me. "You know, up to that Halloween party I had never thought of fucking my sister - now I don't think of much else."

"Well that's just fine with me," I said. "No regrets...right?" I watched him nod in agreement. 

I persisted. "But what about Susan? You lost her because of me."

His grey eyes looked at me, open windows to his soul, and within his core I saw a flicker of lust yet to be fulfilled. 

"I don't think we are done with Susan yet," he said. "Perhaps its time you met her..."

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Snippets: C Teases and Rewards



"a girl whose hair is yellower than torchlight should wear no headdress but fresh flowers” Sappho

My evening with C and ‘the girls’ was two weeks ago now, yet it felt like yesterday. In fact, in many respects it felt more like a dream, and there were times when I wasn’t even really sure if it happened at all. But every time C came home in the evening, or lounged about on the sofa on weekends, my eyes lingered along her length. It was this: almost every single time I saw her she was in a dress. Her favorites were always loose fitting, flowing, or flowery sun dresses which were perfect for the hot summer days we were getting. The fabrics were light, bright, flouncy, short or long, but always dresses and she - in my dream evening anyway - had shared with me her little secret: that she never wears panties. So each time she stood before me chatting about her afternoon class, or when we were having our morning coffee, or watching TV, I could not get out of my mind the image of her standing before me naked (because I could SEE that she was also not wearing a bra) but for the light little dress that hung about her shoulders and fell down to her thighs or knees. And I could see, feel, taste that little pussy before me from my imagination, and I could feel my heart begin to race every time.

It was becoming like an overwhelming obsession, this distant thought always resting in the corner of my mind, filling my thoughts. When I seated myself in the living room, I would carry a mental map of the entire room, strategically setting myself down in positions providing the best potential chance of peeking at C. Knowing that when C typically comes home she normally sits there, which would be opposite from me here. And perhaps, just perhaps, I would be gifted once more with a surreptitious peek up those long beautiful legs, and once more see even just a few hairs growing at her center, her bush, of C exposed once more before me as I remembered.

There was a problem with this plan however, namely that no matter where I sat, when she saw me, would come and sit right next to ME. Her movements were loose, confident, catlike, childlike. She would frequently let herself drop right next to me on the sofa, legs akimbo, open, one leg settled beneath her, and I could work the angles knowing that if I were sitting now in the chair across the room - over there - I would be seeing right up her dress perfectly. But I was not there, I was next to her here, seated at an angle above and beyond any ‘peek.’ Leaving only imagination, which was somehow so much more detailed. I swear I was probably always flushed in her presence - always muddled, what was she thinking?

As the weeks wore on and my obsessions continued, I spied upon one opportunity. Her bedroom, or line of rooms which she had use of, were all on the third floor. The third floor was enormous, all three rooms ran along the entire length of the house, with a hallway to one side. The one entrance was a steep stairway up to that level. On those days she was wearing her shortest skirts, I carefully calculated that a walk up the stairs right behind C would expose her fully to my view. I had even practiced on several occasions during the day. So I waited.

On a lovely summer afternoon she arrived home after signing up for summer classes, wearing a very light loose, and SHORT skirt. I was watching her make a sandwich in the kitchen. This was the one, it’s my opportunity, I thought. I knew she would go upstairs shortly, the trick was to be invited up with her. 

I asked, “How was school, did you get your classes?”

“Yeah, everyone is so nice. I really like this school, its size perfect, like I literally went in to my advisor today and he totally took my care of everything. He even walked with me to all the right advisors, got my various paperwork signed, and I got everything I wanted. I took two classes, I thought three, but that would be too much. I even had time to buy the books,” and she pointed at her backpack.

“How many books did you get? It looks huge. . . Is it heavy?”

“That WAS the hard part. I had to carry it all the way back to my car, but it was fine. I just didn’t want to have to go back there again. It’s so hot and the parking like totally sucks.”

I said again, “It’s heavy. Uh, I could carry it up to your room for you. I mean after you’ve been schleping it all around.”

“No, that’s ok. I think I’ll just keep them in the study. It’s not the kind of reading I do in my room. If that’s ok with you?” 



I answered her, “Yeah, there’s plenty of room in the study. Fine.”

“What have you been doing?” She asked me now.

“Not a lot. Work gets pretty quiet in summer.”

“What do you do anyway?” She seemed interested.

“It’s hard to explain. I sort of organize unique, exotic, investments for some of the richer folk in town. More like designer investments. The kind wealthy people like to talk about in parties.” She was pretty interested, I continued. “Things like working out investments in movies, or music, or even race horses. I package it up so that lots of folks can put in a bit and then basically pretend like they’re the owner, producer. Like that. They don’t even care if they lose their money. It’s for the story. I enjoy it. It really is fun.”

“Like what, movies?”

“I’ve gotten it so people can say they’ve invested in ‘Caddyshack,’ ‘Matrix.’”

“Too cool! No way! Matrix. Can you watch them make the movies.”

“Sometimes,” I was just lost in the conversation now, not thinking of anything but the two of us in the kitchen on this beautiful summer day.

“What music?” She continued the line of questioning.

“I can never remember them. Everything has these names which are like random words from a dictionary now - Toad Sprocket”

She corrected me, “Toad the Wet Sprocket. If I showed you some CD’s could you tell me, would you remember then?” 

I sprung to attention, “God Yeah, that would work.”

She repeated, “This is too cool! I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?”

“To get my CD’s and show you the titles so you can tell me which ones you helped produce. That would be so cool to tell my friends. It makes you like very cool Jack.” Here eyes were alive, she had this wonderful smile as she swung her hair back out of her face.

I said as casually as I could manage now, “Why don’t I just come up there with you and we can go through them up there?”

“Uh Yeah, sure. Come on. I got hundreds. We can play some of ‘em.”

And we were walking up the stairs to the second floor. I was like a person in a dream, my heart was pounding, I could barely breath. I was measuring the angle of the flight of stairs we were on, it was not as steep and still I could see so far up the expanse of her thighs, white and creamy. This would work. This was perfect! The bright light illuminating her legs, the thin fabric allowing light right through the fabric. She was still talking up the flights but my mind was not listening at all. I was so hungry just to see her again.

At the first step to the third floor I knew that I had to let myself drop back about two to three steps, so I slowed slightly behind her. She continued, and I paused, second step and I took my first step, looking steadily upward. And her dress was opening like a flower around her hips to me at that moment! I could see up the expanse of her legs, her dress forming a fluid circle around her naked body, supported by her perfect long legs, and I was staring up between her legs. Pausing slightly once more, and staying in pace, I could see her blonde puss perfectly the entire path up the stairway, her legs were working on either side of this unmoving rising center, and the soft swell of her ass cheeks. I could see her slit extending up the crack of her ass, glowing from the light shining from the window at the top of the stairs, lighting and shadowing through her dress. Heaven!

As she reached the top step, she looked back at me. In the process of watching her I had also inadvertently leaned forward for a better view, and when she caught my eye I know that it was obvious I had been looking up her dress. She grabbed the hem and gave it a light pull forward, covering herself briefly, but then let it go again and as it waved back once more I got my last perfect view. As we both reached the top and headed down the hallway, she just kept looking back at me on our way to her room. I kept silent, slightly embarrassed, but pretending like nothing had happened at all.

“Here they are,” she said as she sat on the bed and reached for a little black case filled with CD’s.

She got up once more and kneeling on the floor, she sort of crawled to her stereo that sat on the floor opposite her bed on all fours. At that moment I let myself quickly down to the floor behind her, once more obsessively trying to see what I could of her from what I thought would be a perfect position. My mouth was dry, and I was so aroused at this point, I could feel my erection and was adjusting myself when she wasn’t looking. C opened then closed the CD player, and then turned on some music, it played softly. The back of her skirt barely covered her. I could see blonde pubic hairs wisping down, curling down below the hem of thin fabric which fell directly accross her pussy, but nothing more. She looked back at me again, caught my eye, I smiled. 

She just said, “Jack?”

I said, “What?”

And she just responded, “this is fun.”

She got up onto her feet and walked back to the bed, and I in response began to move back to the bed with her as well. 

She looked down at me, “No, no, you stay down there. If we find a CD you produced I want you to play it for me. You can put it in.”

I nodded absently and set back down on the floor in the middle of the room. She seated herself loosely, legs spread in the same manner as all other times, only this time I was sitting down on the floor now directly before her looking up at her, and directly up her skirt. She just smiled, fluttered her eyes, clearly letting her legs hang apart, letting her skirt gradually slide up her thighs. Her muff was pressed down on the bed. I could see this small patch of hair pressing into the bed, her long legs, the white of her flat abdomen forming a triangle beneath her skirt. Bare flesh. She was slowly going through her CD’s, oblivious to my rising lust, as I stared apelike up at her. 

“How about this one?” She held it out to me, but in such a manner that I would need to move closer to retrieve it. So I slid closer and reached out my hand to look at it. My head was level with the edge of the bed and I could see more clearly than ever up her dress. She was looking right at me as she passed the plastic disc, I examined the CD. 

I just sort of mumbled not taking my eyes off her, “I don’t recognize this one at all.” I wasn’t even really looking at it.

“What style? Is there a certain kind of music I should look for.” She was quizzing me and I snapped too.

“Uh, Ummm, Usually, the really really popular. Uh, Lots of sales. I stay focused on names everyone would recognize.”

“Like Mariah Carey?”

“Yeah, I recognize that name.” She was smiling now.

“Bruce Springsteen?” 

“Years ago, yeah I did some of those.” I was actually calming down a little and the fact that I was sitting on the floor with a perfect little muff less than two feet before me was almost becoming natural. I was accepting the entire situation.

“Oh my God, I can say my brother is a music AND movie producer! You are totally, this is like too great!”

And she scootched back on her bed leaned herself against the wall and brought her knees up so her feet were both resting on the bed, which had the effect of tipping her hips back, bringing her skirt up around her hips, and opening her center completely to me. My eyes went wide. She had tipped herself so that she was half sitting and half laying against the wall and I could see her cunny lips opening pink from the top of her bush back to her ass, curving in front of me. I was seeing her from the front! There was this delicious ragged line of flesh extending from her puss, her inner lips swollen into view. My god! Her clit was poking out from little tufts of hair. Her dress was just a thin line across her hips and I could also see her indrawn tummy above, and all her body open to me below. It was like she was completely naked wearing just a belt. 

My mind began swimming, rising again on that tide washing over me of lust and desire. I could not peel my eyes from her soft supple body leaning against the wall, covered and uncovered, dressed and undressed, opening again to me all alone in her room. My cock was pressing in my jeans. I just kept fiddling with the various CD’s she was handing me, playing some upon command, and trying to maintain normal conversation. Her voice was changing, growing quieter, more relaxed, childlike, moving toward this soft voice as she spoke to me, then finally -

“You like this?”

I looked now up at her, into her eyes, her smile and eyes alive, twinkling; cheeks bright red. I could see her eyes look at me and then glance lower. Her soft voice, knowing what the question meant.

“Yeah, I like this.”

“I’ve noticed, you know.”

“What?”

“Since my sleep over. Ever since that evening, that you have like wanted to, you know, like SEE me again.” She wagged her knees in and out as she said that. “I’ve been a bit of tease. But, I won’t be as big of a one, if you don’t want me to.” She said that in such a girlish feminine voice.

All I could say was, “Ok.”

She now brought her legs down and slid herself back forward across the bed and in a single motion slid down onto the floor in front of me. 

“Ok, what?”

“Uh, you know, you, don’t need to be a tease. You know.” As I said this she was letting her knee rise and fall which resulted in her muff flashing in and out of view as she sat with me on the floor.

“I love the time you spend with me. My memories of you Jack are the best that I have you know.” 

I blinked at her, knowing it was true given our family. I mumbled a thanks and we sat on the floor talking and listening to music that afternoon.

True to her word, she was less of a tease. My god. Mornings, afternoons and evenings I can remember each of the inadvertent moments of C, at breakfast, sitting on a sofa and then sliding herself lightly forward until I could just make out the soft patch of light hair beneath her skirt. If she noticed me looking and caught my eye would make a quick out and in motion with her legs, and giggle and cover her mouth. Some of these displays even evolved into situations where Sam would be sitting in the room, oblivious to the show I was receiving. It totally turned me on, these moments, and I began to really look forward to them -- but feared them as well.

I was sitting in the study one early evening, Sam had just left to empty and fill the dishwasher. C came into the room and dropped herself on the floor in front of me. The sun was streaming in a slanted angle through the windows behind me and cast a bright light right on her. She had her roller blades, in this little pink outfit

“It’s such a perfect evening. Do you rollerblade?”

“I don’t even have a pair of skates.”

“Rollerblades,” she corrected me.

And then she brought her feet up to put her rollerblades on, lifting her knees which inevitably caused her skirt to rise, exposing herself fully and outrageously to me. She let one knee lay flat on the floor and I could see her cunny lips parting, even see her clitoris extending from its little hood and so wet! She was taking her time, and I realized that she had positioned herself so that the sunlight streaming in could illuminate perfectly her blonde patch, her cunt. I could not take my eyes off her and just let the book I was reading lay in my lap as I stared down at her.

“You need to learn how to rollerblade.” She looked up at me, “we could have some real fun then.”

I was increasingly becoming concerned however. I interrupted, “C, Sam is just in the other room. She could walk in here any moment.”

C didn’t move, responding, “She just started. There’s lots of dishes. No worries.” and then whispering, “You like it?”

I just looked at her.

“Say pussy. Right now,” she said quitly.

I smilingly said, “now you behave young lady.” as I wagged a playful finger at her.

She continued, “Say it. Pussy.” She mouthed the word slowly.

“Will you cover up?” 

“Maybe.”

She was playful, happy. I could feel my cock filling my pants and it was lifting up away from me as I sat in the chair. I noticed that she was looking at me now as well. Interesting, I thought.

I whispered, “Pussy.” Then added, “Now C ... cover up. Behave. Sam’s coming.”

She just turned herself so that while just as exposed as before, now I simply could not see her ‘show’ anymore. She said as she moved, “you’re loss.”

And the show was all the more excruciating as she slowly meticulously put on those rollerblades now turned away from me. I was rubbing my cock as I watched her now, she was glancing back at me and I let her see my hand stroking along my length.

I now caught her eye and whispered, “can you say hungry cock.”

When suddenly Sam walked in the room. We both jumped. I pulled my book up over my crotch and C straightened herself as she got up, now taller on top of her rollerblades. Sam didn’t notice a thing, saying to C, “Have fun, don’t be out when it gets dark.”

C rolled in a circle responding, “Ok, I won’t be long.” Then she rolled over by me, bent down and as she gave me a little peck on the cheek whispered, “hungry cock.” And then to both of us, “See you Jack, Sam.” and rolled out of the room and into the yard.

Sam looked out after her, “she is such a great girl.”

While catching my breath, I had to agree.

Please let me know how you liked this story, and any ideas you might have. Your responses is the reason I write these. Thanks. 



Snippets - David



This story follows on from my three part series "Anonymous Lover", although it is not necessary to read those stories to understand the context. 

David and Beth are brother and sister, and after a struggle to resolve their feelings for each other are now lovers. This story is an interlude: a snapshot of a few moments in the life of David. 

As always, characters are fictitious and bear no intended resemblance to people living or dead. All characters are over the age of 18. 

The story is written from Beth's perspective. 

*****

David and I sat in bed, talking together. It had been a month or so since the event that finally brought us together and most of that time I had spent in his flat, sleeping in his bed. Actually, not much of that time was spent sleeping...we could not seem to get enough of each other, and this morning had been no exception. I could feel the slow trickle of his seminal fluid leaking from my vagina, and my mound was tender from the battering he had given it. Our love-making had filled me with a feeling of well-being, and I was looking forward to a lazy Sunday hanging out with him, the possibility of more activity in his big bed tonight. 

The subject of previous lovers had come up. 

"You first," I said to him. 

"But I asked first!"

"I don't care. You are older and more experienced. You probably have a lot more to say."

"What makes you think I've had more lovers than you?" He pretended to be indignant. 

"Well, excuse me. Didn't I - ah - first become aware of you at a costume party, when you were out to fuck anything wearing a skirt? That's pretty predatory behaviour, isn't it? I bet you did that most weekends." I ran my hands over the rail of the bedstead above my head. "I'm surprised that I can't feel any notches - but then again, if you'd done that the bed would have collapsed years ago."

He smiled at me, white teeth in a tanned face, a comma of dark hair falling over his forehead and his grey eyes crinkling in humour. My heart did a little backflip. How could I love him so much? 

He held his hands up, palms outward in mock surrender. "OK, OK. I'll tell you about the first time I got laid."

I snuggled down, putting my arms around him. "The first? It's probably a very short story, then."

"Actually it isn't. I was fortunate to lose my cherry to an older and more experienced woman, who spent a while coaching me."

"Who was she?"

He hesitated. Promise you won't EVER tell a soul?"

"Promise."

"Cross your heart and hope to die?"

"Yep."

"Mrs. Morrison." He looked down at me to see my reaction. 

I didn't disappoint him. "Holy crap! Not Vera Morrison, your teacher!"

"The same. She used to run coaching classes for those who weren't up to scratch in class. Mine was supposed to be science." He paused for a moment. "Anyway, she talked Mum into paying for the extra tuition and it was agreed that I'd go round to her place on Thursday evenings. I expected to find a group of us there, or at least two or three, but no one else arrived."

"The sly dog! So how did she get into your pants?"

"Not so fast - we are not talking about a one night stand here. I guess her first concern was to make sure that she could get what she wanted without me telling anyone - you know what boys are like, boasting to anyone who will listen about where they have put their dicks..."

I remembered my own experience. "Hmmm. Girls too. Worse, if anything."

"Yeah, well. The first lesson was pretty quiet, as far as the action went. More like an audition, I guess. She was wearing a dress that was pretty revealing - lots of cleavage, as I remember, and quite short, so that she was showing a lot of leg. She had great legs, too - long and tanned, and slim ankles...."

I held up one of my legs. "Like mine?"

"Yep. Well, not as nice," he added quickly. 

"Good answer. Go on."

"She had her hair down. I'd never seen that before. In class she always had it up in a bun at the back of her head, and it made her look severe. Anyway, she'd let it down over her shoulders and it looked pretty neat - sort of softened her features. The glasses were gone, too - I guess she had on contacts, and she had a little make up on. I thought she looked hot."

He was quiet for a moment, remembering. 

"She met me at the door and took me through to the study. There was a desk there with a computer on it, a couple of comfy chairs and a sofa and bookcases - usual stuff, I guess. The chairs had books piled on them, so we had to sit on the sofa. There was a tray on the table with tea on it. Anyway, we sat down and she started telling me how a lot of the problems in class were caused by distraction, and in particular, girls. She asked me if I had any particular girl friend."

"Wow, she didn't waste any time! What did you say?"

"I told her that I thought Renee Potter was pretty hot, but I wasn't going with her. She asked if I was seeing anyone else and I said no."

"Did you figure out what she was up to?"

"Not at that point - I thought she was just trying to break the ice. Anyway, she said that that was probably the cause of the problem with my studies - you know, healthy young male, no girl, build up of frustration, lack of concentration. She did it pretty well, I must say. It didn't sound like a lecture, and she knew how to move herself whilst she was talking, and she liked to touch - putting her hand on my arm, brushing against my leg. Mind you, I probably only heard one word in three. I was rapidly becoming more interested in her tits than what she was saying."

I laughed. "You're not serious!! She told you that girls were the cause of your bad studies?! How could you fall for that line of crap?"

"With tits like that she could have told me the moon was made of green cheese and I would have agreed with her. Anyway, what was I supposed to do - tell her she was a crock?"

"I guess. Go on then."

"She asked if I wanted a cup of tea, and then, before I could answer, she said something like 'Oh, how silly of me, I'm sure that you would prefer a beer.' I remember looking at her thinking WTF - a teacher offering me alcohol? She must have seen the expression on my face, 'cos she said that she knew that students drank and that was OK by her in their own homes. I remember she leaned quite close to me and said 'It's important that we get to know each other if I'm to help you, David. We might do a couple of things that are - um - a little unconventional. Does that bother you?'"

"So what happened?"

"I sort of stammered no, that anything she did was OK by me. She went out and came back with a tray with a couple of glasses on it. A beer for me and something for her - Gin and Tonic, I think. It was one of those foreign beers with a high alcohol content, as it turned out, although I didn't know at the time. Anyway, it sure helped to break the ice. We spent the rest of that session chatting, and then she looked at her watch and told me it was time. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and she said something along the lines of 'thanks, David. I'm sure we are going to get along fine. Don't tell anyone about my methods, will you? I feel that I know you a little better, but we have a while to go yet'."

"So that was it?"

"Well, apart from the second kiss. She was holding my face with her right hand as she kissed me the first time, and then she gently pulled me round so that my mouth was lined up with hers and she put her lips on mine. Her lips were pretty soft, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth."

"Wow! What did you do?"

"I was stunned. You can imagine my confusion: I had gone in there expecting to pore over dusty science text books and had instead been chatted up by an attractive woman, got a free beer and was on a promise. I guess I was also as nervous as hell - I had no idea if there was a Mr. Morrison around, or for that matter whether she was into some kind of entrapment. For all I knew she was a psycho or an axe murderer, or was on a mission to check on the will power of her students. Anyway, we kissed for a while and she said that she was really looking forward to seeing more of me next week."

"Neat innuendo. When did you figure out what she wanted?"

"I probably knew then, but I thought about the event a lot in the next few days, playing the tape over in my mind and dissecting it for tricks or traps. My big head was telling me the whole thing spelled trouble, but my little head was all for the adventure, and I guess he won. Anyway, I figured I'd play the game and see where it took me."

"Go on."

"Well, I turned up at her place on the next Thursday and rang the bell. She came to the door wearing the most stunning little red dress that barely covered her snatch and was cut so low that most of her tits were on display. She sure knew how to display her goodies. I must have stood there with my mouth open. I couldn't move - probably because all the blood I needed to walk and talk suddenly rushed to my dick." He smiled at the memory. "Talk about struck dumb! Up to that moment I had figured I was pretty good at holding a conversation with anyone, but there I was stood on the doorway with my mouth open like a landed fish. Anyway, she took me by the arm and led me though to the lounge, saying that we would be more comfortable there than in the study. The lights were off and she had lit candles, so the whole room was softly illuminated. She sat me down and without asking poured me a drink, and as she handed it to me I caught her sneaking a peek at the tent in my drawers. She smiled a bit, and then she sat next to me and asked I had given any thought to what we spoke about last time." 

David paused, and looked at me. "Is this boring?"

"Hell no! I want to hear how you fucked her."

"Yes, well, I asked her what she meant and she said 'you know, David, about girls being a distraction. What do you think?' By now my brain had found a bit of spare blood that hadn't rushed further south and it started working again. I said that I wasn't sure about girls in general being a distraction, but I was certainly distracted by her."

I groaned. "Jesus, that's corny. How come she didn't throw you out with a line like that?"

"She was horny, I guess. You can put up with a lot if your bits are taking charge. Anyway, it did the trick. She leaned over me so that my whole horizon was filled by her tits, and she asked if I'd like to be distracted even more. Next thing I know she's got her tongue in my mouth again."

"And let me guess - you fought her off to preserve your virginity."

"Fuck no! My dick was harder than the Washington Monument, and felt about the same size. I wanted nothing more than to put it inside her." He was silent for a moment, recalling the details. "She was on the sofa next to me, leaning across my body so that she could kiss me. She brought her right hand up and put it on my cock, stroking the tip through my jeans. I had enough wit to reach behind her and unzip her dress, and her breasts fell out of the front, which was great."

"How so?"

"At that age I was into tits and I found it very arousing to have a pair of them fall out onto my chest. They were lovely - largish, but not droopy, and amazing nipples - like a couple of big pencil erasers. I could see they were almost as stiff as my cock. I took one in my hand and massaged it, rubbing my thumb over the nipple and she almost went wild. She scooted her butt along the sofa and sort of crawled over me, lifting her breasts to my face to give me unrestricted access to them, holding my head and guiding my mouth from one to the other: and all the time she was talking, telling me how good it felt to have her nipples sucked and how hot and hard they were. I reckon that she could have come off just doing that, but I had to move." 

In my mind I could see the image of my David, lying across the sofa with this older woman on top of him, her breasts wet with his salvia, gleaming like ripe peaches in the candlelight; I could envisage the feeling of power she experienced as she started to lead him through his first sexual experience. I imagined her eager anticipation, the shortness of breath, the swelling of her labia and the moistness of her vulva. My own body reacted in response: my loins suffused with warmth, and I could feel my vagina start to twitch and pulse. 

My voice was husky. "Why did you have to move? Tell me why. I want every detail."

"I wanted to get to more fundamental action," he said "apart from which my cock had now reached the proportions of the Eiffel Tower and she was lying across it, squishing it. Anyway, I put my hands under her butt and stood up with her in my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and whispered for me to take her to the bedroom. I practically ran there, with her mound pushing and bumping against my cock with each step that I took. She must have been pretty sure of herself as the bed was folded back and there was a soft light on next to it. She shucked out of her dress and I ripped off my clothes, and we sort of looked at each other for a few moments - she in just a pair of brief red panties and me in my jocks. Then I fell onto her, across the bed, and I was all over her like a rash. I just wanted to fuck her. That's all I could think of - to push my cock into her and fuck her until her eyes popped out."

I adjusted the picture in my mind. There were no details of the room, for I had never been there, but the image of the two figures on a bed was vivid: the older woman with her eyes closed and her back arched as David ran his hands over her, down across her belly, trying to pull off her knickers, trying to shed his jocks, his thick shaft distended and ready....

David continued. "She took charge then. Pushed me off so that I was on my back next to her and she straddled me, holding my arms down with a surprisingly strong grip. She said something like 'No, no, not like that, let me show you. Make it last.' She leaned over me and kissed me again, and I could feel her nipples rubbing against my chest. I was thrusting up with my hips, trying to impale her, but my cock just rubbed up over her without penetrating. She lifted herself off and knelt next to me, taking my shaft in her hand and talking to it like it had a life of its own. 'Naughty boy', she said. 'Naughty boy. You're too eager. Let's calm you down a little and then we can play.....' well, something like that. I wasn't paying too much attention, I can tell you."

I lifted the sheet to see whether David was being turned on as well, and was greeted by his cock, thick and angry. The foreskin had rolled back and there was a strand of pre-cum oozing out of the eye, dribbling across the taut purple skin and pooling on his belly. I knelt up next to him and took it in my hand, raising it up. "Did she do it like this?"

"Yeah - uh - she gripped it a bit harder, and then she bent over and put her mouth over it, slowly. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. She sort of tightened her mouth so her lips were soft, but her mouth was tight as I entered it."

I bent over and placed the head of his cock against my lips, then moved my head down, feeling the pressure as I kept them tight for a moment before allowing them to relax a little, enough for the head of his cock to pop through and into my mouth. 

His head snapped back. "Ah!! Fuck, yes!. Ah, yes, yes. Just like that. She was just like that. I watched her as I fucked her face. Watched my cock sink into her mouth, down until the head was jammed up against the back of her mouth."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw David lift his head, and I reenacted the scene for him, allowing his length to slide into my mouth, as far as I could take him, feeling the pressure of him against the back of my throat. I heard his voice, as if from a distance. 

"She did that for a while, and then she slipped her thigh over me and pushed her butt back towards me, taking my cock out of her mouth just long enough to tell me to eat her."

I did the same, raising my thigh up, over his body, then scooting back along him so that he could reach my pussy with his mouth. Unlike her I didn't have any panties on and his semen from our earlier lovemaking was still inside me, oozing out in thin stream, but he didn't seem to mind. I felt his lips settle over my sex, and his story was punctuated by long moments of silence as he serviced me, and by his own gasps of pleasure as I deep throated him.

"Ah - God yes! It was just like this....ah.....I pulled aside her pants and lapped at her....ah God, Beth, that's good! Ugh!...she was wriggling against me, rubbing her pussy and ass against my face....Jesus, that's deep, don't stop! She...held open the cheeks of her ass with one hand so I could get into her deeper, right from her cunt to her ass hole..." 

David's voice trailed off as we mimicked the action. I held myself open with one hand, feeling my pussy flutter and my rosebud crimp as his tongue rasped against them. I tried to focus on his cock, tried to keep steady, deep strokes into and out of my mouth, but it was difficult to concentrate. The only sound for a while was our moans as we devoured each other, brother and sister, his cock buried into my face and his tongue lapping at me, across my labia and my greedy, grasping little anus. 

After a while he broke away from me, and his voice was gusty. "...I could feel myself spiraling up, and I knew that I would come. I told her, and she gripped the base and lifted herself off, pulling me up to my knees, and she shuffled around so that her mouth was open in front of me. She said 'play with yourself, David, play until you are on the brink, and then take your hand off and watch'." 

I scooted up off him and he knelt up, so that his cock was level with my face. "Show me, David." I said. "Don't speak - just show me what you did to her."

He seized his rod and began to pump it. I opened my mouth and pursed my lips so that with each forward stroke the tip of his cock bumped against my lips. I could feel its heat, radiating like a furnace, and taste the salty wetness of his lubrication. His strokes grew faster and as I watched as his thighs tensed and his breathing grew ragged. His cock thickened and the head bulged as even more blood flowed into it. He began to speak again, his voice disjointed. 

"She...talked.... told me....to...ah... take my hand away as I came. It was hard...I just wanted to spurt...but I did what she......Jesus! Here it comes...."

He took his hand off his cock and it bobbed free. I pushed my mouth under it as his sperm flowed out, not spurting, but in a stream, thick and viscous, gathering on my tongue in a little silver puddle. His eyes were closed, his features set in an expression almost of pain as he savoured the sensation of his juice flowing down his shaft and into my mouth; after a few moments he lifted his cock free of my tongue, shaking it to release the last few drops before sitting back on his haunches to watch what I did with it. I drew his sperm into my mouth, tasting its tart flavour and feeling it coat the inside of my cheeks, and I watched his eyes on me as I did so. 

He regarded me for a moment as he caught his breath. "It was just like that. I managed to take my hand off my cock and the jism poured out of me into her mouth like a little river, just like then, with you. I could see it pooling inside her mouth, and she just looked at me. I didn't come - there was no climax, but it gave me some release. After a moment she pulled back and with her eyes on my face she swallowed it, just like you did Beth. God! I don't think I'd ever seen anything so erotic in my life. And then she looked up at me and said 'that will take a bit of the pressure off. Now we can have some fun'." 

"What did she do?"

"She stripped off her knickers. I remember that there was a dark stain in the gusset where she had soaked it with her juices. She was sopping wet, silver streams of it on the inside of each thigh that glistened in the light; and then she straddled me, running her hands over me, murmuring how beautiful I was. She had a good body, too, her breasts firm and a flat stomach. After a moment she lifted herself up and positioned my cock with her hand, holding it at the entrance to her cunt."




Snippets - David



In my mind's eye I envisaged her, poised over him, in control, working him. I imagined her acknowledging that delicious moment when she knew that she was going to be fucked, to have her body invaded by the rampant cock of the young man underneath her.

"Was she hairy down there?"

"Not really, although I would have fucked the abominable snowwoman at that moment. She'd trimmed it so that it was a neat brown triangle. Her lips were puffed out so that I could see my shaft as it penetrated her."

I pushed David back onto the bed and mounted him, and he held his cock vertically so I could engulf him. I gasped as he slid into me, and I rocked back and forth on him, feeling his full length embedded into my body. "Was it like this? What did she do then?"

He groaned as he slid into me. "Oh God, Beth, that's good! Just like when I fucked her...she must have been at it for an hour, moving her hips forward and back, or pulling herself up and then sinking down. She liked to watch the head as it appeared out of her, and then as it disappeared back up. She liked the circular movements, too. Sometimes she lay down and I could feel her cunt grasping at me as she worked her muscles, and then she'd sit up again. Each time I thought I was close she'd grip the base of my cock with her hands, and I'd settle down."

"Did she come?"

"Not at first. She had these little tremors from time to time, when she'd stop and her body would quiver, then she'd start again, moving, thrusting down on me.....ugh, God, that's fucking good!" 

I found the situation almost unbearably erotic. His memories of fucking his teacher all those years ago were juxtaposed on our own actions, now, in his bed. I leaned forward and rested my hands on his chest, feeling the rubbery texture of muscle under my fingers and the warmth of his skin as he serviced me. I could feel the first stirrings of an orgasm, a tickle at the base of my belly, just above where his cock was burrowing into me. I listened to his words as he took his mind back. 

"Finally, she lifted herself off me and lay on her back. I climbed on her and she opened her legs, bending her knees and lifting them so that she was totally exposed to me. I plunged into her, deep, deep strokes, feeling my balls slap against her, watching her face as I fucked her."

He rolled sideways so that I was under him, and he grunted as I lifted my own legs, bending my knees, feeling new pleasure as he penetrated me at a different angle. He started to pound into me and the room was filled with the sound of our fucking, and our gusty cries of pleasure. I stared up at him. "Tell....me...about...her....coming."

"She...ah! She...was moaning and shaking her head from side to side. Yeah, just like that....fuck that's good Beth! She was tight, like you, and I could hear our fucking." He paused to check the intensity of the noise. "Yeah. That's it! Ugh...fuck! ...slurping noises as we fucked. She...she asked me to fuck her harder, and she raked her nails over my back.... Jesus! Then she started to come. Her cunt tightened down on me and she screamed out, shouted my name, and I felt her juices bubble around my shaft and soak my balls."

He was pounding at me, and I thrust back, taking each long stroke fully into my body. I pictured the scene he had described: David's broad back and his thrusting buttocks; his teacher underneath him, pinned to the bed by his shaft, deep into her body. The bubble of body fluids; her cunt stretched, fluttering in her climax; her legs open, her head back, shouting, screaming in pleasure. I imagined David's back arching, envisaged the first thick jet of his sperm as it splashed into her, then the other spurts, long ropes of white cum deep into her. What was she thinking at that moment of time? Was she aware that it was virgin seed flooding her womb? Was she triumphant? Did she look forward to his furtive glances in class the next day, flushed and excited as he remembered this night? Or was she simply a woman being fucked, the roar of her climax filling her head, and the grasping rhythm of her cunt consuming her soul as it milked the cock inside it? 

The images pushed me over the edge and my own orgasm consumed me, my vagina clasping him, massaging his cock with hard, rhythmic contractions. As if from a distance I heard my own scream of pleasure and once again I felt the warm flood of my brother's semen into my body as he pumped into me. 

Afterwards we lay side by side, and the sweat dried on our skin. He twirled his fingers lightly in the damp curls at the base of my belly, and I reached up and touched his lips. 

"Wow, David. That was pretty hot. How long did it go on for?"

"What, the affair?" He shook his head. "That was it. I really was a notch in her bedstead. She phoned my Mum the next day and explained that I wouldn't need any more tuition. I guess I moped around for a while and then I plucked up the courage to speak to her."

"What did you say?"

"I waited until there was no one else around at the end of the class, and then I went up to her and said that I was having some trouble understanding Boyles Law. I guess she wasn't expecting that, because she looked at me in surprise and said something like 'Boyles Law? What on earth is difficult about that?' I managed to keep a straight face and said that it was all about pressure and depth, wasn't it, and that I wondered if she could perhaps explain the relationship to me in a practical sense." He laughed. "She took it well. She smiled at me and said 'David, you have no problem with those variables. You just need a little more practice and you'll be perfect. Perhaps one of your fellow students will help out'."

"Was that it?"

"Yeah. I left the class at the end of that semester, but I wasn't too upset - I was smart enough to figure out that it would lead to trouble sooner or later. Anyway, the fact that she was taking tuition money off my Mum for me to fuck her didn't seem right....not quite a whore, but where sex and money are involved the distinction is a fine one."

"That's harsh, isn't it? She was giving you tuition, right?"

"Yeah, she was. You're right, I guess. Lots of people lose their cherry in a sweaty grope somewhere. I was lucky - it was in a comfortable bed with a caring woman who led me through it. I never felt bitter or angry with her." He smiled. "Anyway, the experience stood me in good stead with you."

"Piffle! I bet you fucked a hundred girls before you fucked me!"

"Not quite that many." He was silent for a moment, and I could hear the swish of cars on the road outside. "What about you, then? When did you lose it?"

I swung my legs over the bed and stood up, looking down on him. "Not now, Buster. If we have any more sex today I'll need surgery to fix my bits. I'll tell you in the morning."

He thought about where my story might take us in his big soft bed. "Promise?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I said, "that's a promise."

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Snippets: Early Morning



Our new house guest was settling into the household nicely. C was also insinuating herself into my life in ways I could never have imagined. Between us had developed this secret little game of peek-a-boo which allowed me delicious views up C’s skirt sans panties. Each afternoon I was like a little animal waiting for my afternoon ‘snack.’ And like anything after awhile you want more.

I rise early in the morning. It’s a habit which has slowly developed over the past ten years, so that now I’m typically up by about 5:00 am, just prior to the rising sun for this time of year. Some mornings I would go for a jog, or read a book, or articles, sometimes I would write. I loved this time of the day - the world was mine, silent and new. This particular morning for some reason my thoughts drifted to C, as I ran through my various mental images and fantasies culled from the last several months. I laid back in my easy chair and could feel myself go hard with the images which danced before my eyes, and began to stroke my cock through my jeans, masturbating myself. A little morning auto erotica. And then, I wondered about C, where she was just then (her room), what she was doing (sleeping), what she looked like (??).

I rose from my chair and stealthily crept up the third story stairs, hardly believing my bravado. I was in my socks and I could move with barely a sound. As I noiselessly moved toward her door I could see it was open slightly. The third floor tended to be a little warm, and C disliked air conditioners so that though she had one, she seldom used it. I could see that she maintained circulation by leaving her door ajar and then opening all the windows. When I stood at the edge of the door frame and placed my one eye at the doors opening, I beheld C completely nude lying on her stomach sound asleep. It was beyond my wildest dreams! Her arm was curled around her face, with her hand bent under like a small cats. I could see her profile perfectly, from toe to head. Her blonde hair was disheveled around her laying about on her pillow, I could make out her soft shoulders, the narrowing of her waist and an unbroken line along the swell of her bottom and then down along her long legs. She had one leg lifted toward the wall and away from me. I stood silently and took her in as long as I dared, before stealing away back downstairs where I breathlessly finished masturbating in the bathroom. She was up by eight and we had a normal breakfast, with me knowingly eyeing her small frame, secret possessor of this additional mental image of her laying supine on her bed earlier that morning.

Needless to say, this became somewhat of a habit. I didn’t go up there every day. In fact on many mornings I resisted mightily, for fear of being found out either by C or by my wife. I thought that either way there would not be too much goodwill toward my aping my sister as she slept in the early mornings. Some mornings, and this was one of them, I was rewarded with her naked form displayed before me as she lay on her back, legs bent one arm raised up over her head and one laying across her belly. I could follow the line of her hips as they formed this concave bowl of flesh which fell to her puss, rising and falling with her breath, and my eyes next beheld that small mound covered with fine blonde hairs. I do not believe she ever ‘shaved,’ but she would forever have the pussy of a child covered in down, always visible in its nakedness, barely covered by hair. Her navel was a thin line, her breasts soft swells of flesh and small nipples above a delicate rib cage. The sun would slowly creep upward along the floor until it would begin to shine on her. It was then that she slowly woke and I made certain to have stolen away before that stirring began. However, the sight of the sun on her flesh, illuminating her skin called to me siren like, and frequently I would wait nervously, or leave only to return on more than one occasion throughout the early morning (yes it had grown to repeated trips to her room).

This morning, as I stood and beheld, she without moving opened her eyes lightly and then closed them, I moved as quickly and quietly as I could out of view behind the door frame. Shit! That was too close I thought, when I heard “Jack?”

I stood silent, my heart in my mouth.

Then, “Jack, is that you?”

I stepped into the door frame again, looking down, somewhat sheepishly. What could I do?

“It was an accident.” I lied, “I just wanted to see if you were awake. I thought of something I wanted to tell you. I didn’t realize . . .”

She made no movement to cover herself, just turned herself gently, slowly so that she was laying on one hip facing me with her left hand flat on the bed in front of her. Her one leg in front of the other. Her hip bent and rising sharply from her middle and then on a long slow decline down her thighs. In the sideways position I noticed the slightest tug of gravity now on her breasts. Her hair was over her forehead. She was smiling, squinting a little from the brightness in the room.

“Come in. It’s all right. I was actually dreaming about you. Isn’t that weird?”

I stepped just into the room saying, “Uh, I should get back downstairs. You need to get ready. . .I’m sorry.”

“What were you going to tell me?”

“I can’t remember.”

She looked down at herself then at me. I could see that twinkle again in her eyes, “I suppose not.”

There was a silent pause. I held a sort of motion to leave but didn’t move a muscle, and I must say I simply could not stop looking at her.

She broke the silence, “Want to hear a story or do you NEED to go?”

I just nodded and sat in a chair she had by the door.

She laughed, “which is it?” obviously pleased with her effect on me just then.

“Go on.” I said.

“I went out with a guy last week. He was like totally into me, everything. Polite. Took me to great places, concerts, bands. Listened to me. He’s like totally smart too, interesting. I like that in a guy. I was really starting to like him - a lot. Anyway, his brother was having this party at his house and he wanted to know if I would go too. I said ok. Well, it was a totally great party and I was really getting into Tom, we were messing around a bit, and then he says you want to go up to a room. And I thought why not, I even thought we could get more serious, take this relationship to a new level. Anyway we were on our way up, and I got delayed in a conversation with someone there who I knew, and as I talked Tom’s brother walked up beside him and they started talking. His brother also had a girl with him who was at the top of the stairs. I have good hearing, and they were like talking in a way that I know they did not know I could hear, plus I maintained my conversation so that like I did not let on that I could hear anything. Anyway, Tom’s brother says to Tom, “I won, mines prettier.” I was like what? Then Tom says, “Yeah, well I didn’t have to pay for mine.” And I was like it was a contest they had of who could bed the prettiest girl that night. I was like so through with him then. I don’t talk to him any more. But I thought that he was really like into me, but there’s no way to know. No way for me to know. It like totally sucked. I HATE it.”

I know I have good looks, I know that men always look at me, stare at me, on the street, on the bus wherever, and like its cool. And like I use my physical to get what I want sometimes. I know that I do that. But guys just stare at my physical, it could be anybody - any body. Not ME. You know?”

I summed up my courage, honesty, “C, you just caught me sneaking up here to stare at your body. That’s what I was doing. I don’t see that much difference I think.” I swallowed. God I said it now.

“ But wait, there is a difference. There is! The difference between you and Tom is that Tom wants any body that comes along, any pussy, any young cunt will do for him just the same. It was a sport Jack - I realize that now. It’s always that way for me, everywhere I go. I hate it. But you. You want - this pussy.” And she lifted her leg exposing that little puss mound between her legs to me before continuing, “And it goes with ME. You look at ME. That’s real Jack.”

I began to stammer and sort of look at the floor, I had been adjusting myself surreptitiously as she told her story, more from the sight of her than anything else. I still let my eyes linger along her length. It was so obvious to her the effect she had on me just now. The sunlight streaming on her flesh, playing in the shadows. She was shining like a golden nymph, like a morning fairy. I wanted to hold her, caress her just then, feel her body melt into me. To lay in the sunlight skin to skin, flesh and bone, and hair and sweat, breath and whispers. I had my hand moving lightly between my legs.

She saw my 'discomfort' (or passion?), and added, “I mean whether anything happened or not, you see ME; and I see you the same way, our passions are connected. Soul to Soul. Not just any Body/Pussy that walks your way. Your passion, you lose yourself, sacrifice yourself, make a fool of yourself, for me, to be around me.”

“Well you certainly lack inhibitions.” (Did that even relate to the conversation)

“What inhibitions?” she said, laughing as she rolled onto her back and lifted her legs in the air, let them drop and turned back to me. “I’m not like this with everyone you know.” She said holding her head low and looking up at me.

“Reaaaaally!” I said.

“Just you. . . Hey Jack!” She put her head down on the bed and lifted her hip, looking very much like a cat ready to pounce, and whispered, “Want a feel. . . to feel me? Just a touch.”

It was like I was standing on a huge ship staring across the sea at a rock shoreline. I looked back at the open door. “Ahh, C -- not, just yet. My Sweet. I better not.”

“You gotta get back downstairs?” She relaxed on the bed.

I nodded, stood up, “Believe me if I could, I’d stay up here all day and watch you, get up, get dressed.”

“Dressed? That’s no fun. I do lots of other stuff when I’m up here you might like to see.”

“I’m sure. You have no idea. ”

As I left I said, “remember this is our secret.”

She twisted a key at her mouth and threw it away. “See ya. You can come up here any time Jack.”

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Snippets: End of the Game



I took my sister at her word and continued my visits to her room in the mornings, and it felt like a pilgrimage. My magic mountain journey to the third floor inside my own house before the sun rose. I also continued to resist touching her, though she offered each time in that wonderful catlike naked apparition, as the sun sent lights dancing on her soft skin and blonde hair. I was so satisfied yet just to sit and talk - tell stories - in the early mornings, though I could sense a rising frustration in her voice. That single reticence aside, I was growing braver in the rest of our world (downstairs), and during the days now I would let my hand linger on her, feel the curve of her waist, the edge of her breasts, her rib cage and hips when she came to say hello; and I would slide my hand down onto her ass, rub her a little there acknowledging between us our secret of her wearing nothing at all beneath that little yellow dress of hers. And if I were behind her in the kitchen I would sometimes massage her shoulders and let my hand drift down to the small of her back and then across her bottom so that I could feel the swell of her ass in my hand curving into her thighs, nothing but naked flesh beneath the thin material of her dress.

For her part she drank in my touch, I could tell. She would literally lean against my hand, rub into me. In the afternoons when she came home from school now she set down on the couch and lay herself against me, pressing her head on my shoulder as we talked or looked at magazines. That was all ok now, part of the day to day. When she was next to me I was simply mesmerized, intoxicated by her smell and the feel of her hair on my cheek and neck. Sweet perfume and a delicious sense of her warm body, producing an effect of utter relaxation - and arousal. My wife Sam didn't mind at all, it became a seamless part of the fabric of the household. Our relationship was strong, our sex life had never been better. There was nothing really hidden, we would not change positions if Sam were home vs. Sam not being home. Though I will admit the pats on my sisters ass were out of view. And C's displays beneath her skirt, her 'improprieties,' those flashes of pussy beneath her dress were never in the purview of my wife.

I was watching a baseball game, something I never ever do, but it was end of the season and at that point some interest develops. But I don't exactly pay close attention, and I was slouched back on the couch with one hand on the remote, and the other laid out at my other side palm out. My eyes were closed and I was half asleep. Sam was sitting in the room reading a book, not really paying any attention to me. I was oblivious. C came home from school late today, and the sun was beginning to set. The room was somewhat dark except for the light illuminating Sam and her book, and there was the glow of the TV. Anyway, C came right into the room and set herself down by me as she always does, but this time my hand was palm up on the cushion with the unexpected result that it was suddenly cupping perfectly her downy warm puss. I woke immediately!

C's eyes went wide and her mouth opened, it had been a genuine accident on her part, and I rose my head from the back cushion of the couch with a start and looked around, catching C's eyes. 

But she didn't move, just nonchalantly looked at me, "Hi Jack. Who's winning?" and she looked over at the TV, again making no attempt to move her pussy mound out of my hand at all. In fact she opened her legs a little working her way onto my hand.

"Uh, I don't know, I fell asleep for a bit." 

I was looking over at Sam, she did not even look up, and I let my hand stay where it was - C for her part remained still as well, eyeing me expectantly. I guess we were being stubborn with one another.

I held my open hand in this delicious little cup full of C's puss, her sweet cunny touching down on me, delicate, soft, this little fuzzy peach. It was exactly that size. I could feel her slit run along the center of my hand, could feel her pubic bone with my finger tips, could feel her slit opening to her ass at my wrist. My every sense wakened, my cock grew stiff in my lap and I adjusted it with the remote I held in my left hand, with C's eyes on me the whole time with that slight little smile on her lips I had come to recognize - though I sensed a trembling as she sat near me this time. 

Two can play this game, so without moving any other part of my body, I ever so slightly (bravely) curled my fingers so that now I began to brush the top of her bush lightly. She just stared at me with a sideways glance. I know she was surprised, but she responded by scooching slowly back on the couch and settling in next to me, and moving in such a manner that my hand could remain cupped beneath her perfect bottom. Emboldened I next began to press my middle finger upward between her fuzzy lips, working it into her pink center (I could practically see it). She lowered her head letting her hair fall forward and touched her upper lip with her tongue, letting out an ever so soft moan as I made this movement which resulted in both of us comically looking over at Sam. She undulated her hip slightly and I let my fingers trace the valley between her legs, insinuating my middle finger up into her slowly and steadily, pressing into one cunny lip and then the other stretching and pressing her open with my fingers until I felt her wetness on my hand, when suddenly I could slide my fingers easily along her lubricated soft flesh. Splitting my little peach, the juices were flowing. She was having a hard time holding her hips still as she opened to me. I fingered her beneath her dress lightly for quite awhile, as Sam read her book not ten feet away from us, and I could feel her arousal rising in her body. We were both flushing red, the heat rising. C was closing her eyes and licking her lips, but it was not apparent at all as the room steadily grew darker.

"How was school?" I nonchalantly questioned, amazed that my voice even was working.

C opened her eyes, and smiled at me, threw her head back shaking her hair from her face as she answered, "I only had two classes today. One was humanities. That's the paper I was working on, remember I told you about it."

"Oh yeah. It sounded good. You told me I could read it."

"Uhh . . . yeah. I have a copy of it upstairs. I'll show it to you some time."

Sam asked, "What would you two like for dinner?"

There was a slight pause. Could we think? 

C answered, "There's some chicken. I can fix it. Uh, in a little bit."

"That sounds good. What's the score?" She next asked.

"I'm not sure." I answered truthfully

As we talked I kept curling my hand into her, moving my hand back further. I had already been pressing lightly and drawing circles around her clit. I had even squeezed it a little when I had said 'sounded good' in our conversation, and I watched her close her eyes and swallow hard at that moment. 

So now I was sliding my finger back and back finding her vagina. She was positioning herself slightly forward, lifting lightly, giving me better access - positioning herself for a perfect entry. I already knew that she had the kind of inner pussy lips that really swelled up when they were aroused and I could feel them extending out from her little muff in this line of wet warm flesh which was laying along my hand. And I deftly, finding her hole, pressed my finger up up up inside of her now. She was impaled on my hand, held in place by my fingers inside of her. I stayed perfectly still and listened to her breath which exhaled hard (like a pant) followed by this trembling intake of breath as her mouth lay just beside my ear, punctuated by the sound her mouth made when she swallowed. The lust kept building. 

I could feel her hunger rising as I just let my finger turn and bend, rubbing along the walls of her vagina. She leaned her head on my shoulder and we watched the game as I continued to press up inside of her, yet silent and still to all outside appearances. Once she whispered a barely perceptible, "So good," while reaching at the same moment and let her left hand slide onto my lap grasping my cock and she began to scrape her thumb along my cockhead. I myself could feel my own wetness as she touched me, and the steady rhythm matched my own touch on her. It felt so good, her small hand on me. I let her keep masturbating me, thinking it was dark enough, but I can't say I was thinking all so clearly at that point. I just held my hand with the remote over my lap in such a manner that it hid her hand from View. 

Sam interrupted us now, "Have you figured out the score yet?"

We hadn't. I didn't even realize there was a game on for a moment

I said, "Uh, it's the ninth inning. I didn't know you were interested in the game hun."

"Well, I'm not, but it's end of the season - you're supposed to be watching it. Could someone turn on a light it's getting dark in here?"

C and I looked at each other, she shook her head at me and gripped my cock at Sam's suggestion. Hunger in her eyes. Neither of us wanted to go anywhere.

I just said, "its fine. I can see the TV better this way."

And I continued, sliding my finger from inside of C I began to slide my hand firmly back up through her center, squeezing her clit, brushing my fingers through her bush clear up to her abdomen which was damp from her juices, and then back down again and up inside of her. She was beginning to press herself down hard against my hand and I pressed back just as hard. I did not want her to move at all, and when she would start to undulate her hips I would grab her with my hand by her pussy and she would stop - getting the message. She simply could not move, it would have been too obvious - this precarious position we had suddenly found ourselves. So this rhythm of my hand and hers sliding upon one another continued with a somewhat greater intensity. For my part, I was trying to also accomplish this without moving my arm now. My hand actually ached but I had no intention of stopping. Thankfully it was pretty dark. I could feel C pressed into my shoulder, her eyes glued to the TV, eyes glazed, and panting, almost whimpering in my ear as her thumb rubbed my cockhead and I stroked her cunt, no let up, just a silent steady rhythm seeking a hungry aching (and also silent) release.

I could feel her muscles tightening, and she whispered to me, "Oh God, Jack." I just whispered back "sshhh." She pressed her clit onto my finger, mashed it into me, and drew circles around my finger as I held it there. She was gripping my cock harder and I could feel the fabric of my pants slide along my shaft tightly - it felt like I was fucking. I could feel myself starting to come, begin to spray, spurt after spurt filling my pants. I was doing everything I could to hold still, and I know she could feel me coming with her hand. I turned the TV up a little and I could see her biting her lips holding her breath. I just kept my hand on her, did not let up, stroking her steadily as I came. I could feel her pussy and body trembling, felt her holding her breath, and press her hips back into the sofa. I could literally feel her orgasm rushing over her, settling my fingers inside her and feeling her vagina opening and closing around my fingers, sucking on my fingers, spasming in my hand. C let her breath out and then began to mimic what I believed to be a sneeze as she fell forward on the sofa, holding my cock tightly as she did, then letting go and falling back again into the cushions. I felt her relax, as she croaked out, "Whoow. God what a sneeze. . . It's dusty over here."

"Gazzuntite." Sam and I both responded. Sam didn't even look up from her book.

When C next caught my eye with her rosy cheeks and glazed - freshly fucked - look she hit me lightly with her open palm; and then said, "Games over. I'll make some dinner now," as she lifted herself up from me. 

She reached back once and took hold of my hand, felt the wetness that was her and then I watched her wander off out of the room, could see that her legs were unsteady beneath her as she walked away from me. She held the door frame as she walked through into the kitchen.

"The game was 5 to 3 hun, we lost."

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Snippets: Fun with Cosmo



You bastard,” C said playfully as I walked into her room for my morning pilgrimage.

“What?”

“What? Oh, Mr. don’t want to touch. Not yet. I like to talk. Blah Blah Blah.”

I could see how pleased she was, released, relaxed. There was an absence of the pent up energy/frustration that had been previously building. An orgasm shared is a wonderful thing. 

“I guess I thought it was ‘safer.’”

“Safer? Safer?? Hello, earth to Jack. Fingering me ten feet from your WIFE is not safe. Oh my God, I cannot believe we did that!” She rolled onto her back and held her hand to her eyes covering them. She was laughing and smiling.

“It was an accident, actually it was YOUR fault!” I volunteered playfully now.

“Accident. My Fault!” She sat up on her bed letting the sheet drop away from her breasts with her mouth open letting out a vocal sigh, “AAHH! I am so sure! My fault? All guys use that one. Your such a guy. Like I better watch myself, you might ‘accidentally’ fuck me while I peel the potatoes.” And she fell back on the bed.

“Well, you got a pretty good piece of me too.”

She looked at me, smiled I could see the memory coming to her in her eyes -that distant look, “You liked that?” There was a pause of her remembering, and then she continued,  “Hey what’s with this you-see- me-I-don’t-get-to-see-you shit. Equal opportunity buster.” She rolled onto her stomach, I could see the soft swell of her ass in amongst the sheets. She was pointing at me now. “You! Open that robe of yours I want to SEE what you got.”

She was very playful, forceful today. I was sitting in my little chair up in her room wearing my silk robe. The very same one I was wearing that first evening with all of her girlfriends, in the kitchen when she was having a sleep over.

“I don’t know if I should,” I said holding the edge of my robe.

“Yeah right, open it!”

I complied. I opened my robe and let it fall on either side, my legs were open bent at the knees and my cock was sticking straight up, a dark bush of hair extending in a tangled mass on each side of my shaft and around my balls. A trail of hair arced up to my navel. She watched satisfied with wide eyes. I didn’t take my eyes off of her.

“So you’re the brains of this operation,” she said to my penis. She was flushing, moistening her lips. Then she shifted her gaze to my eyes, “We were pretty bad Jack.” She was rolling onto her back again allowing the covers to fall completely off of her so that she was totally naked to me now, and then leaning against the wall letting her legs fall open.

“Yeah, I would pretty much agree. We’re being pretty bad right now too.”

“I would say for about the past four months. . . But, I like it.”

I was watching her now reach down with her right hand and start to cup and rub her puss lightly, up and down up and down. She was mouthing her words carefully, slowly arousing herself with the sight of me and her own self touch. Licking her lips. She was not taking her eyes off of my cock.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but I’ve been too shy.”

She let her eyes flutter down now across her body and muff.

“Too shy? C you’re a lot of things, but too shy isn’t one of them.”

“I’ve never masturbated in front of a boy. It’s always been a fantasy of mine. I think I have a pretty pussy.” She was staring down at her puss now, “What do you think?” She held her cunny lips open with her one hand and now began to bring her left hand lower and let it slide inside of her, working some of the lubrication up and down through her center.

“A ‘boy’?” I repeated. “That means you have in front of a girl?”

She paused, held her nose in the air, “Uh, I don’t think I’ll answer that. . . Want to join me?” I had already started to touch myself lightly in front of her, almost an automatic reaction from the sight of her self touch, and the invitation resulted in me wrapping my hand around the base of my cock and squeezing precum out of my tip and then working it around. “I’ll be a little braver if you join me. It’s one of those things, I’m like a total exhibitionist but I guess the small town girl in me thinks that this,” she looked down at her cunt, “is Dirty.”

“Dirty! You’re. . . your pussy is delicious.” I purred as I rubbed myself.

“Delicious! You haven’t even tasted it yet.” She started to speak in this adorable little girl voice.

“So you like my pussy? Say it Jack.”

“I love your pussy.”

“This pussy?”

“Yes, not just ANY pussy. Yours. Only Yours.”

“That’s passion Jack.”

Her hand was working circles around her clit now and she had let herself sink down further on the bed, and repositioned some pillows around her to hold herself up. Her breasts were nestled atop her abdomen opening to this blonde muffin filled with fingers and glistening in the morning light.

I asked, “do you have some lotion?”

“You need a little more lubrication?” and she looked around a bit (I don’t believe she wanted to move) and then she placed her finger deep inside herself and sort of worked her hand along her center, as well as her vagina, in then out and in again. Then brought her hand up reaching out to me, “come here, a little closer. Bring your little guy over.” 

I scootched my chair closer and she took her hand and wiped her juices along the shaft of my cock. The feel of her hand on the bare skin of my cock was electric. She let it linger there as she wrapped her palm around my cock head ‘wiping’ her hand on me and then curled her fingers down around my shaft and pushed down on my cockhead. I love that feeling and moaned and closed my eyes. 

“Here, if you need any more let me know,” she cooed.

My hand slid perfectly, and I started to let my fingers glide and press in a rythem along my shaft, stiffening my legs toward the bed so that my feet were actually underneath the bed frame and C was no more than two feet away from me. Our sexes were so close. Watching her masturbate had aroused me rapidly and her flushed face, the sweat on her brow causing her blonde hairs to stick to her cheek as she licked her lips and worked her pussy furiously, until she was arching her back and I could tell she was coming in front of me. When I saw her buck on the bed and begin the pant and sigh, a sort of plaintive cry coming from her throat, I started to come as well and shot ribbons of semen up my front, grunting in a gutteral tone.

She smiled and said with satisfaction, “we came at the same time Jack.” She took some tissues from her night stand and handed them to me, I began to wipe myself off. “Such a messy boy. How did you explain your pants full of cum to Sam last night?”

I looked sheepishly at her. (What time is it I thought, I got to get back downstairs.) I looked down, now I was remembering, “We are pretty bad aren’t we. What am I going to do with you.” And then I answered her question, “Well before dinner I ran up the stairs like I was going to the bathroom, ran into my closet, grabbed fresh underwear changed in the toilet, cleaned myself up and wrapped my underwear in a towel. I think I like did that in under a minute.”

C was giggling at my story, rolling again onto her stomach but remained completely uncovered and above the sheets. She was beginning to lift her ass into the air with her head on the bed, giving me that familiar catlike apparition that in the past would ask me if I wanted to touch her. 

I continued, “THEN I put the towel in the clothes chute, and later got myself downstairs quick as I could and put a load of clothes into the washer. Sam did notice that, and she said ‘you never do the laundry.’ But I played it off like, ‘yeah I do.’ It worked. That’s it.”

“Want to hear a story.”

“Uh, yeah.” I was looking at my watch, and C knew that signal by now.

“No. Another day. Tell you what. Let’s do a Cosmo Questionairre. It’ll be quick.”

She reached for a stack of magazines by her bed and opened a Cosmopolitan Magazine to an article entitled ‘What kind of Kisser are You?’

She continued, “Here. Lets take it together. I love these! This one tests how good a kisser you are?”

This should be interesting I thought, “I’ve never heard of Cosmo Quizzes.”

“They’re Fun. Here. First Question, we can answer together” And she began, “Which activity would most put you in the mood for,” she paused and looked at me, “Lovemaking? -slow dancing cheek to cheek, -an erotic movie, or -a shared activity or evening out.”

“Depending on which cheeks they’re talking about, maybe the first one; but I do like erotic movies. Not pornographic but erotic.” I volunteered.

“With you I’d like to watch an erotic movie sometime. That would be fun. Do you like Last Tango in Paris?”

“One of my favorites.”

“Ok, erotic Movie.” She checked it off in her magazine. “Next: Public displays of affection are, -walking hand in hand.”

I said, “Nah.”

She looked at me and laughed. “I thought not. Me Neither. Ok. -Unnecessary, as affection is shown at home one on one, or - a must let the world know.”

“Well, we’d better not let the world know, and I sure think a public display of affection should be more than holding hands.”

“You’ve shown that to be the case.”

“So its . . .”

And she completed my sentence “Unnecessary. Affection is shown at home ONE on ONE.” She stared at me for a moment, my robe had fallen open and my limp cock hung between my legs as a I sat by the bed. She was eyeing me between my legs, I could see that but sort of pretended not to notice that my robe had fallen open. I was the exhibitionist today.

“Ok. Next: Favorite type of Kiss? -brief touch of lips, -sweet gentle smooch, -long and juicy.”

I looked at her and said, “Lets find out.”

She immediately flushed and her eyes flashed at me when she realized what I was about to do. I leaned into her. She was laying on her stomach toward me naked above the sheets. “First,” I said and pressed my lips chastely to hers, “Brief touch of lips.” It was our first kiss. And she kissed me with her eyes wide and staring at me the whole time.

“That was nice.” She said. “Now, sweet and gentle,” and she reached her head up toward me and pressed her lips softly on mine and then let her mouth slide down and lightly nibble on my lower lip. I turned my head and let my lips press into hers so we were kissing at a right angle to each other letting our lips tremble into one another. I could feel her breath quicken as I reached out my hand and began to brush her hair back from her shoulders. She was lifting herself upward and moving toward me. I opened my mouth and began to draw my tongue across her teeth and we slowly tongued one other. Softly, sensually. Her taste was all warmth, earthy moist and sweet. She continued to lift herself up now and was bringing her legs over the edge of the bed and wrapping her hands around my neck, with the result that her breasts were nearly touching my chest. I reached out with my right hand and caressed her breasts, drew circles around her nipples. I could feel my cock begin to harden, I could tell she was noticing as her eyes were glancing downward without her moving her head or lips from me. We then lightly parted, with her holding her mouth in a pout as she backed from my face, caught her breath and then moved in for one more lip on lip kiss, very brief before settling back once more on her bed.

“Whheeew.” She said, and then we both said simultaneously, “long and juicy.”

We were both still catching our breath, filled with lust, as she made her check in the magazine.

“Next: After an especially long kiss,” she looked at me, “like that one - you usually: -lean back and look lovingly in his eyes, - dive in for another, -take a break and nibble on an ear or neck.”

I looked at her, “Well, which is it?”

“I think I’m a nibbler,” she said seductively as she leaned in to me again with her cheeks burning and rubbed her face against mine as she began to breath in my ear and nibble on my earlobe. I love that and I moaned and pressed my cheek against hers. She also surreptitiously had reached her hand down between my legs and began to slowly trace her fingers along the length of my shaft and to play with my balls. I felt the touch her fingers on the tip of my cock drawing circles and sliding along my shaft. I was also getting wet.

I whispered back. “I might be a nibbler too,” and tipped my head down and began to chew on her shoulder working my way up her neck with light kisses. I wrapped my arm around her waist and was making soft long strokes with my flat palm along her back. I traced my hand around and lay it on her abdomen just below her navel letting my fingers brush her soft blonde pubes. Her legs were not wide, but just open giving me easy access.

We backed away from one another once more, panting openly this time. We couldn’t even close our mouths. Her lips were bright red, she had fire in her eyes. Her hair was completely disheveled. She looked down at the magazine, looked for her pen which had fallen onto the bed and made her check as she said, “Nibble. Yeah.”

“You’ve eaten garlic and your man is moving in for a Kiss, you: -make him wait, -first take a mint, or - dive in.”

We looked at each other laughing, “Dive In!” We both said looking at each other.

“When you kiss a man, your hands usually: -run playfully through his hair, -wrap around his neck, hold him close, or -caress his face, stroke his back or other body parts.”

I smiled at her, then looked down at my cock whose head was still shiny from the precum she had smeared all over, and said “I think that one is pretty obvious.”

She giggled and covered her eyes, “am I that bad.”

I just said, “Pretty much.” And she reached out her hand and began to stroke my cock softly for a little minute, and then took up her pen again. 

I added, “I’m pretty much the same way.” And I for my part reached out my hand and let my finger slip between her legs, she immediately tipped her hips back and opened her legs. I could not believe how wet she was. I took two fingers and let them slide back feeling her vagina opening around my fingers and then glided forward again through her slit and back into her bush. My hand was soaked with her juices and I held it up to my nose. “You smell nice.”

She just said, “Thanks.” And finished checking the box as she said “Stroking other parts. Next: During a Kiss, you would like your man to: -run his tongue inside your mouth, -stop to kiss your nose, forehead and neck, -stop and look deep into your eyes.” 

I smiled and said, “I think we know that one too.” And I leaned in for still another lovely kiss, as I let my tongue slide in her mouth and play with her tongue, run them across her teeth, as we tongued for several minutes. And then I backed away looked into her eyes ‘deeply’ (she for her part never took her eyes off me) and then I kissed her nose, her forehead and began to nibble on her neck again as she giggled and leaned into me.

I sat back in my chair and said, “All three. Can you check all three?”

She was panting as she said, “Hell yeah.”

“What elements are necessary for a truly great kiss? -Ambiance and perfect moment, -desire and intensity, -affection and joy.”

I said “Well, I like affection and joy, but us two, you and me, in this universe, desire and intensity.”

She bit her lower lip. I could see her moving her bottom on the bed rubbing her pussy into the sheets as she checked the box for ‘desire and intensity.’

“That’s it. Now I need to score the test.”

I moved over onto the bed and sat behind her wrapping my arms around her waist letting my hands fall between her legs, and settling my head on her shoulder and watched her score. Every so often I took little nibbles of her shoulder. She would move her shoulder away when I did that after awhile saying, “wait, I can’t do math with you doing that.”

I laughed, “How about this?” and brought my hands down between her legs and began to open her pussy up and slide my fingers roughly between her legs. I then found her clit again and started to rub back and forth across its top. 

She cooed, “you’re terrible. I guess I can safely assume we’re, ahhh (I squeezed her clit as she said this) ‘touching’ now.” She kept working the math as I rubbed her, allowing me to proceed and I could feel her undulating and drawing circles around my finger again, mashing her cunt into my hand. She added without in the least moving away from me, “Ohh, Jack, Jack, I can’t come again this morning. Ahhh, No. It’ll wipe me out all day. I got so much . . . You be good. I’m adding here.”  

I lightened a bit and lightly stroked her but let my cock press against her back. She jumped and lept away from me then, turned herself around. “Here. Here it is. I counted all three for the kiss and we scored higher than the top possible score for PASSIONATE.” She continued to slide away from me and sat with her legs crossed facing me as she read from the end of the bed:

“Passionate (24 to 30)” She laughed, “We scored a 33!” And then continued, “You are an enthusiastic and intense kisser. You aren't afraid to throw caution to the wind and kiss like there's no tomorrow, and you don't hesitate to make the first move when you're in the mood. Being passionate is an enviable gift -- it's no secret that passionate people enjoy great sex lives. Plus, you're obviously comfortable with your sexual side -- another enviable quality. But you may want to think about turning down the heat sometimes. With so much passion, there may be little room to make an emotional connection. While sex is important in a relationship, so is being able to relax, talk and just have fun together -- out of bed as well as in! Plus, while the majority of men love a passionate woman, remember that they like to be the sexual aggressors sometimes too.”

C looked at me satisfied, and then we heard, “Jack? Jaaack?  I need a towel.”

She tipped her head back, smiled and said, “Well, that was fun, see ya at breakfast.”

I could hear water running for the first time.  Sam was in the shower, and I bounded back *downstairs* to find a towel. 



Snippets: Girls



It is Spring.
Vast mists cover the Five Lakes.
My dear, let me buy a red painted boat
And carry you away. 
 -Wu Tsao

I really liked having my sister Cristy at the house even though I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea at the beginning.  But Jack assured me she was a good girl.  Having an 18 year old running around could have been a nightmare, and I did not want to become some kind of wretched disciplinarian.  But from the moment she came into the house I changed my mind, she reminded me of myself when I was her age - fifteen years ago.  Utterly.  In fact I looked almost exactly like her when I was twenty, I wonder if Jack remembers that?  I remembered being so depressed when I had realized that my wonderful blonde locks faded to this dishwater blonde, and then my hips grew, my belly expanded, and . . . here I am - even though everyone tells me I still look 21.  Fact is, I’m 33 pushing middle age.  But we’re the same height, same torso, and I bet we are even close to the same weight, though she’s got to be lighter than me, AND I know she doesn’t have to work out to be where she’s at like I do.

Cristy has this wonderful combination of diligence and care free.  Pleasant, no attitude.  Having grown up in a family of three brothers I’ve always known how to handle men, but I’ve never had a sister.  Her situation is also the same as mine, with two brothers.  At the beginning Jack dominated the time with her (as men do), with their ‘catching up.’  But I’ve really been picking my opportunities with Cristy lately.  And we’ve found time in the afternoons to go for walks or play Scrabble.  She just takes me back, to my younger, my wild years - but I definitely know she’s not wilder than I was.  No one was.

On a sunny warm Saturday morning, Jack had left for a meeting with a number of his investors and I knew he wouldn’t be home until nine or ten that evening, and Cristy was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee having just gotten up.  I really wanted to do some shopping and I thought this would be a perfect opportunity.

“Cristy, you want to do a little shopping with me this afternoon?”

She looked up from her cup, “I’d love to Sam.  It’ll just take me a minute to go get ready.”

We were out the door and in the car in no time, deciding on the indoor mall because that’s where the best clothes shops in the area are.  And we were definitely focused on clothes.  I wanted a treat for myself and Cristy mentioned that she wouldn’t mind looking at lingerie, which I haven’t thought about for years.  After ten years of marriage I come ‘unwrapped’ now.  Lingerie shopping would be fun so we decided to do that first.  

As we were driving along Cristy had her hand up by her face holding her hair back and I kept glancing at her with a sideways glance and could not get the image of myself-in-her out of my head.  Her breasts were definitely smaller than mine, no sag at all.  Mine were gradually sinking down now year by year - but I had more to begin with.  She had these wonderful little girl hips, and she always wore dresses (just like I once had).

“You like staying with us?”

“Oh yeah, it’s great - Jack and you are wonderful.”

“I really appreciate everything you do around the house.  You’re certainly more responsible than I was when I was your age.”

“Thanks.”

“I was actually a lot like you when I was eighteen.  I even looked like you.”

Cristy turned and looked at me, “Really!  Thanks!   I think you are so beautiful.”

I drank in the compliment.  “Thanks.  I used to have blonde hair like you, almost the same.  But now its turned this dishwater blonde, almost brown . . “

“You can always color your hair!   I love your hair, the way it hangs at your shoulders mine is so thin.”

“Thin?  I would give anything to have hair like you again.”  I looked in the mirror.  “I could color couldn’t I?  Wouldn’t Jack be surprised!”

And we bantered like that on our way to the store.  We decided to go into the lingerie shop first.

“I haven’t bought anything like this for myself in a long time.  Jack and I are way past this.  I come unwrapped now.”

Cristy looked up at me and smiled,  “Well it’s time you had a treat for yourself.”  She was looking at baby doll nighties, which I remembered seeing her wear.  

I went and picked up a nice panty and camisole top set - red my favorite color - almost exactly what I used to wear and held it out to her.  “What do you think of this?”

She felt the material, “Mmm, nice.”  And she took the panties in her hand and looked at them front then back.

“We can get you some panties too.”  Cristy looked at me, “Panties, uh.”

I continued, “My treat.”  I figured she had a budget.

“You’re going to get this for me?  No, really.  I have money.”

No for all you do, let me treat you - indulge you today.”  

She reached over for an instant and took my hand.  “Thanks.  Lets find something for you too.”  

We wandered through the store and really indulged ourselves.  Cristy was most attracted to a slutty little number that was in the stores ‘naughty’ collection.  There were corsets that rested under your bosom, latex and shiny plastic panties and tops.  Little nurse outfits, which was funny because I AM a nurse - I said ‘I can get that stuff anytime.’  Cristy said, ‘bet it doesn’t look like this.’  She was right.

Cristy talked me into getting a cream colored corset, with matching garters and stockings.  She had been really taken with that one.  There were also these wonderful french wrap around panties that i thought would look great on Cristy’s little girl hips and we got those.  There were some push up bras which tended to make Cristy bustier so I got two of those for her as well, and then one for myself for good measure.  On me it would really be a ‘saucy wench’ look.  We knew our sizes and the store was busy so we picked out what we thought we would like and then whatever wasn’t right we could always take back (it would be another outing for us).

“We can model what we got for each other when we get home,” I said to Cristy as we got to the counter and I pulled out my credit card to buy everything.  

She just responed, "OK," as she watched everything get rung up.  

It came to $364.  For some reason I really wanted to see her in the red camisole and panty set.

“Wow!” said Cristy as she saw the bill, “That’s a lot of underwear.”  

“At home we’ll model our finds like the fancy shops, and get some wine too.”  So we stopped by the liquor store on the way home.

When I got home I went to the kitchen and took the large bottle of Merlot and opened it and then grabbed two glasses.  I had sent Cristy upstairs to my room with the bags of stuff, and when I entered with the two glasses and our Merlot, Cristy was sitting on the bed laying out all the various shapes patterns and outfits of lingerie we got.

“We kind of went wild,” she said as she looked back at me.  She was excited though, that feeling you get from shopping is so exhilarating.

I walked into the room,  “We can take some of them back, but I really like everything.  Here . . .” I poured out a glass for Cristy gave her the Merlot, and then poured one for myself.  We managed to drain the first glass quickly, I think we were both a little nervous.  I loved looking at her, it was a perfect reminder of my past.  I was reliving my young body in her, as she stood in my room wearing this slight fine fabric little flower dress, bare feet and fine blonde hair, pink cheeks. Was she blushing?  

I poured her another glass and was starting to feel a nice little buzz myself when I sat down sipping my wine and said, “you first.”

She looked at me, “Youth before beauty?”

I just said, “Something like that.”

Then she stood in the middle of the bedroom, pausing and looking my direction.  I teased her along, “Go ahead.  I can turn around if you want.”  

“No no.  I’m just a little shy.”  And she turned her back to me and lifted her dress up over her head.  I saw this lovely heart shaped behind.  She wasn’t wearing panties today!  I was so surprised to see the immediacy of her nakedness.  She turned around and faced me now and I said with surprise in my voice, “You weren’t wearing any panties young lady.”

She just said, “Not today.  It’s so hot.”

I just responded, “I’m just not brave enough for that anymore.  But when I was your age . . .”  

She turned toward me and walked to the bed.  I was genuinely getting aroused looking at this little girl standing before me.  Her blonde bush had the finest hairs and her breasts were as pert as I could have imagined from looking at her under her dress.  

“Which one should I put on first?”

“This one.”  It was the one I had picked out first, the one I most wanted to see her in, though I loved them all.  It was the flaming red camisole and panty set.  Red, silk and very sheer almost see through.  The crotch of the panties had a pattern that made an arching V down between her legs with a shiny fabric, and there were these cute little white fluff balls that hung down on the back.  Little toys for little boys.  I felt like I was looking in a mirror into my past, and I began to untuck my shirt and kick off my shoes.  I felt warm sipping my Merlot.

She looked at me as she slipped the camisole over her head and stood directly in front of me wearing only the red thin fabric top which hung down to her waist, her blonde bush was directly in front of me as I sat on the bed.  

She pointed at me, “You can take your top off and get ready too.  I might not be so shy if I weren’t the only one undressed.”

I drained the last of my second glass and lifted my top over my head.  My head was swimming a little.

She was now sitting on the bed behind me, still no panties on, “Here let me get that for you,” and she was unclasping my bra and helping me slide it off my arms.  

I sat now in my pants and no top, she in a top and no bottoms.  We laughed a little at the juxtaposition of our state of undress.  I poured us our third merlot.

“Here,” I handed her the panties, “now these.”  

She rose again from the bed and was openly staring at my breasts.  I crossed my breasts with one arm as I held the panties out to her.  

She took the panties and said, “No let me see.  I want to see you.”  It was so bold that I let my arm drop and we sort of examined one another in silence.  She my breasts and I her body. 

I was first to break the silence, “I wish I had your breasts.  Mine are beginning to sag,” I tugged at them a little.  

“No no, mine are too small.”  

She bent now and slipped the panties on covering her bush.  I realized she was no longer naked.  She was wearing the red camisole and matching panties.  It was just how I had imagined it.  Oh my God!  Her long gorgeous legs, and the way the top and bottom played peek a boo with her middle.  I reached out my hand and held the hem of her camisole in my hand, she just stood and let me.  

“I feel like I’m looking into a mirror of myself when I was young.”  I let my hand wander onto her belly and then lower tracing her panty line with my finger.  “So flat!  Look at me.”  And I held my arms out as I looked down at my own belly which was  hanging over the edge of my pants.

She said, “Its just . . . your pants are too tight.  I love the way you look!  Here.  Here, get out of the rest of your clothes.  It’s just the pants.”  

In a blur she had her hand on the side zipper of my slacks and in no time I was the one stripped naked sitting on the bed, my dishwater blonde/brown bush, wild with hair rising from between my legs.  I looked around the bed, “What should I try on.”

“Lets see you in the corset, lets keep those breasts out where I can see them.  You know your nipples are exactly the same as mine.”  I was dizzy now and turned toward Cristy, she was lifting the red camisole over her head and sat back down next to me, “See.”

She took her fingers and sort of flicked at her own nipples, they stood upright as little round nobs in the center of her small brown aureoles. They were exactly like mine!  Then she reached her hand out to me and did the same thing to me, rubbing and flicking my nipples gently with her fingers.  I knew what the effect would be.  Her soft hand on my breast was electric and a complete surprise.  I let my own hand rest on her leg and we sat knee to knee, heads bent together, looking down at our breasts.

I was mesmerized.  “They are!  Our nipples are the same size too.”  I exclaimed.  “But how do THEY do that?”  And I reached my own hand out now and cupped her breasts, she closed her eyes.  “They defy gravity.”  

Cristy responded, “But yours have so much sensuality, the flesh” - and she too was rubbing my breasts, tracing her fingers over my nipples, hefting my breasts up in her hand, and letting her hand slide down to my stomach.  “And see! Now your stomach is nearly as flat as mine.”

“Think so. . . I don’t know.”  I looked down at myself, slight paunch, legs parted, and my dishwater bush sitting down on the bed, and then I let myself fall back flat on the bed, playful, tipsy and said, “When I’m like THIS is the only time my stomach is really flat.”

I could hear Cristy giggle, as she continued to run her hand across my middle, over my stomach and onto my breasts again.  I was laying on the lingerie we had layed out and just let her touch me, squeeze me once in awhile.  Once or twice I felt her brush her fingers over my wild little bush and I gave a suppressed moan and stretched myself out lifting my arms above my head.  

I looked up at her, “That feels so nice, two things I haven’t done - lingerie and a massage.  Both in one day.”  She glanced back at me, but then was focused once again on my body.  For my part I didn’t move.  Just silence and soft hands on my flesh.

After awhile Cristy startled me with her voice, “Uh, This might sound a little crazy.” 

“What?” I languidly responded turning my head to her.

“It’s only just.  Could I suckle your breast?  Like a baby I mean.  I’ve never. . .”

Now this was really taking me back to my youth.  I leaned up on my elbows and stared at her sitting on the bed in her red panties no top, me completely naked.  Where am I?  I remembered thinking.

She persisted, “Just a little minute?” her hand still on me, caressing now my breasts, drawing circles around my nipples so they stood round and erect.

I closed my eyes,   “Only if," and I let myself drop back down on the bed, " -  you return the favor for me.  Only don’t breath a word of this to Jack. . . Wait!”

She froze.  

“This calls for a little more wine.”  And I jumped up off the bed and ran over buck naked and poured my fourth glass -  drank half - and then pushed all the lingerie to the far side of the bed and lay myself back down in the same spot setting the wine on a table nearby.  What the hell I thought, harmless fun.  It’s been years since I did anything as crazy as this.  My heart was pounding as I lay back down completely nude with Cristy sitting beside me in her lovely pair of red panties, blonde hair falling over her eyes.

She lowered her head onto my chest and nuzzled her face between my breasts rubbing her warm cheeks against my skin and then brought her mouth over my right nipple and softly drew circles with her tongue, wrapping her lips and suckling me.  First one then the other.  As she suckled I felt her let her hand continue to massage my belly, lower and lower then brushing my bush.  Oh god it felt so good. I let her hands just reach between my legs.  Had she gone further I believe I would have opened my legs up for her, but she kept her hand just there at the top, my wild hairs splaying up from between her fingers.  

I felt a hunger rising in me, could feel myself going wet, and I lifted myself on my elbows again, her mouth still on me, and said, “My turn.”

And I placed my own mouth over her perfect breasts now suckling one then the other as she sat before me.  Their taste in my mouth was salt and perfume.  I could smell her sex rising and as I suckled her I too slid my hand down into her fine blonde bush.  She had already been sitting with her legs splayed open and I surprised myself by letting my fingers reach deeply between her legs over the red silk panties.  I heard her draw in her breath and I looked up at her, then let my moist lips press into hers.  I opened my mouth and we kissed like that for awhile.  I have no idea how long.  Exquisite slow kissing.  No woman has kissed if she hasn’t kissed another woman, there is nothing like it.  A softness and sharing that is utterly unique.  I never took my hands off of her as I kissed her and let my fingers wander around to her back and explore her narrow hips, her round bottom, the crack of her ass, narrow waist, her shoulder blades.  This body that at one time was me.  She returned my kiss, was a good kisser.  I was really surprised by that because in all the months here I can count on one hand the number of boyfriends she had brought home or gone out with.

I laid her back on the bed now and looked at her, without speaking began to tug at the last bit of clothing we were wearing save our jewelry.  She laid with her hands above her head, she would let me do anything right now, eyes closed then open looking at me - relaxed.  Not smiling.  She just lifted her hips up and I slid her panties down her long legs and off, dropping them to the floor.

“Open your legs,”  I whispered to her as she silently complied.  I positioned myself between her thighs and then nuzzled my nose into her bush, breathing deep, rubbing her with my nose.  It was also 'My' smell, moist, the smell of sex.  Mother Earth.  I brought my head up and asked, “Do you shave?”  

She just whispered, “no,” and shook her head never taking her eyes off me.

And I let my tongue wander now over this delicate mound of flesh, this flower covered with the lightest down.  Short hairs, no skin between her labia and thighs, none between her belly button and the top of her mound, none around her vagina.  She had this lovely little hood of flesh draped across the top of her clitoris.  I puckered my lips and gently suckled this other little nipple.  She wriggled her hips and arched and pressed herself into me.  I let my fingers trace the edges of her pussy, and pulled her open with my long nails and began to lick the length of her pinkness.  She was so pink, so soft, my smell and taste.  After what seemed like forever, sucking and chewing and licking this little girl, I asked, “Do you want to taste me?”

She could barely speak as she nodded.  I thought I heard, “oh, yes.”

And I was the one now spread out on the bed with my arms above my head as Cristy nuzzled down between my legs.  For some reason I felt like her mother, like she was my little girl.  I was teaching her an initiation into womanhood. Into society.  I felt like I was making love to myself.  I brought my hands down and stroked her hair as she found me, and pressed lightly on her head.  I wanted just a little more pressure down there, a little higher.  I guided her softly.  She was lapping at me like a cat.  As I ate her she never moved, her arms lay relaxed, she was this supine statuette receiving me, undulating slightly.  I was different.  I pressed my mound against her, and stroked her hair, pressed her into me.  I was so wet, I can’t remember when I had been this wet.  I didn’t know that I could be this wet anymore.  Jack drove me crazy, we were good lovers, but I was responding to something else today.

Cristy was growing hungrier and she began to reach into me with her fingers and slide her hands in my wetness along with her tongue. I could feel her nails on my flesh.   I was getting so aroused, and I began to stiffen, I wanted to wait a little longer.  I motioned her gently with my hands to slide up my body and she complied and then we lay entwined around one another.  




Snippets: Girls



She settled in next to my face and I cooed to her, “Would you like to taste yourself?”  

She didn’t even answer, just hungrily began to kiss me, exploring my mouth with her tongue.  I slid her up right next to me and then rolled myself over onto her little body.  We were the same height, we had to be close to the same weight,  our breasts matched, our pussies matched, our mouths matched.  I pressed my mound down on her so that as our mouths kissed, so did our pussies, our cunny lips entwining into each other.  My god I thought, this is my sister - in - law.  This is jack’s sister.  

I whispered, “Cristy, our secret.”  And I touched my finger over her lips.

She still could barely speak, and she just nodded and breathed out, “Oh Sam, it feels so good,” before bringing her mouth to mine.  

Our wetness was rubbing together and I had positioned myself so that our clits were sliding, rubbing together in this wonderful little dance.  I was pressing down hard into her now and sliding my hips against her like I was fucking her.  We were fucking.  My hips rising and falling and sliding along her wetness.  We were naked laying together in the silence, neither of us talking, the smells of our sex rising around us, liquid and wet, entering one another with our mouths and our sex.

I could feel her beginning to slide back against me as firmly as I pressed down on her now, and she was biting my lips as she kissed me, held my face in her hands and let them wander down my back and hold my hips and ass.  I was holding her hips with my hands like a little saucer against which I slid myself and arching back down so that our breasts too were touching, sliding together now as the sweat lubricated our bodies.  Our stomachs were as wet as our sex.  Our hair was tangled together, sticking to our cheeks and lips, and we bucked into each other in a rising frenzy until I felt first her then myself begin to stiffen and spasm, as we held our breaths and washed into one another on a wave of orgasm shared like I had never experienced before.  The world went utterly dark, and I was plunged deep, like being held under warm water, in a mist of pure pleasure, release and sweat and cum.  We both cried out as if we were birthing one another, screaming and panting.  As the wave lifting us subsided we simply lay staring at one another, trembling, with our mouths open, eyes wide.  A sort of shock of recognition on our faces.  I had NEVER experienced that before.

Then we more gently and more slowly than at any time before brought our lips together, just slid them together and touched our cold tongues.  I could feel her breasts against me, and began to realize we were in a bedroom with lingerie strewn all around us.  I laughed, looked into her eyes, and stroked her hair.  For her part she lay still as a stone and looked up at me.  Neither smiling nor even acknowledging my presence.  

I said, “Are you all right?”

“God yeah. Fine.”

I laughed again and began to lift myself up, keeping one hand on her at all times, like I was keeping a current alive between us.  

“I didn’t even try on any of the lingerie,” shaking my head.  

I kissed her once more, I couldn’t get enough of her and one last time let my fingers run down between her legs, still wet.

She jumped, “Ahhh, TOO sensitive.  I’d come in a second, and explode.”

“Not a bad thing,” I  touched her nose with the cum that was on my fingers and then sat myself up, threw my legs over the edge of the bed.  Could I walk?  “Wwhheeew.  That was unexpected.  Now Cristy, what we did.”  I was searching for words “ - wasn’t exactly wrong.  But . . .”

And Cristy moved over by my side and wrapped her arms around me, even let her legs wrap around my torso and held me, laying her head on my shoulder.  The warmth of her body (my body?) of our skin to skin contact still lubricated with sweat, still sliding together when we touched felt electric and so intimate.  

“Don’t worry,” she whispered in my ear and then nibbling my neck.  She looked around now over my shoulder at the lingerie which was everywhere around us,  "You want to try on anything?”

I looked at her and laughed again, giggled really.  I could only giggle now.  “Another time.  We’ll pick another time.  Maybe I’ll actually get something on to show you before . . .” and I was overcome with the need to kiss her again.  And we kissed softly holding each others chins and faces for several minutes more.

She just said between kisses, “Sam, Next time, I want to see you in that corset.”

“It's a Deal.  Come on.  Lets take a bubble bath.”

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Snippets: Houseguest



This is the continuing saga of C and Jack

C came home this afternoon and brought someone with her. He slinked into the house and stood by the wall near the door watching her as she dumped her stuff on a chair and then ran upstairs. I eyed him from the kitchen. She ran back down the stairs, not saying hello or anything, took his hand and ran back out the door.

*********

“Who was that this afternoon?”

C was sitting at the dining room table paging through catalogues that had arrived in the mail. She glanced up at me.

“A boy.”

“A Boy-friend?” I pressed on. She was unusually noncommunicative. I detected a slight smile on her face as she looked back down, put her hand on her forehead sort of shielding herself from me. Her blonde hair falling around her hand.

“No. None of your business. A friend.”

I looked out into the dining room at her, and paused. She said nothing as I watched her, so I went back into the kitchen.

In a beat I heard her call in as I vanished from the doorway, “Where’s Sam?”

I just barked, “Out.” Two can play this game.

She rose from her chair and stepped silent into the kitchen. I was standing at the fridge with the door open, staring. Trying to be nonchalant, not looking at her.

“It’s no big deal. I met him at work. He’s really nice...He asked to do something with me. I haven’t been with a boy in awhile.” I glanced back at her.

She caught my eye, “Jealous?”

“Jealous?? No.” I closed the door, maybe a little too hard, walked to the sink and turned on the water. 

I was breathing hard, I was angry. Stay calm I kept saying to myself.

I could hear her padding the floor, could feel her presence behind me. 

She leaned in whispered in my ear, “If you weren’t my brother." I continued what I was doing. 

She leaned in again, a slight singsong in her voice, "If you weren’t married." I glanced at her, my hand was trembling.

She leaned in again, "It would be so different. You know that Jack,” and she stayed at my ear just then. I could feel the warmth of her breathing at my ear, her breath tingling down my spine. The heat radiating from her cheek. She hooked her finger in my belt and then let go, walked out of the kitchen.

I turned the water off, stared out the window. My mind an utter blank. What was happening? I could picture those words, as if floating above the tree line. 

Those words kindled a fire. They burned in me, left their mark. Hurt. What was happening to me? Most of the time words flow past, you listen and immediately forget. There are so many. But this time. 

'If you weren’t my brother.' 

'If you weren’t married.' 

I turned it over in my mind, 

*It would be so different* 

Just five words.

*********

She had the TV on now. And I watched her from the other doorway, standing just outside the room. She was sort of ignoring me, knew I was there. You could feel the tension. Waiting. Watching her watch the TV, swinging her foot up and down off the end of the sofa. I said nothing, turning to go back in.

“What did you think of him?” she caught my eye pulling her hair back over an ear.

“He looked like a turtle.”

“A turtle!” She laughed. “Where did you get that??” I love her laugh.

“He just does. He’s bald and ...”

“He’s not bald! He shaves his head. Lots of guys ...”

I interrupted, “He’s bald and he holds his head down from his shoulders. Like this.” And I stepped into the living room mimicking him. “Like a turtle in a shell, sticking way out.”

“That’s so...."

I let my head swing back and forth.

"That’s so MEAN!”

She jumped from the sofa and ran toward me. “You’re jealous. Oh my god! I can tell. You are!!” She was wagging her finger at me and smiling, giggling. "Don't lie to me buster. Ain't it Sa-weet."

“Go on, leave me.”

"Widow brudder. My po widda-puda."

She was mocking me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders from behind, trying to hold on to me as I walked back into the kitchen, dragging her along. I wouldn’t stop, I guess I was mad and then she jumped onto me holding around my neck and riding on my back.

I reached back and held her legs, flailing my arms comically like I was trying to get her off me. 

She was pulling herself up, holding on, “Jealous, jealous, jealous.” Wrapping her legs around, hooking them on my legs.

“Stop it! I’m trying to do dishes here.”

“Looks like you were just turning the water on and off. Sort of like opening and closing the fridge." She continued, "He’s just a boy. I’m not jealous of YOU.”

“What! What have you got to be jealous of??”

"You fuck Sam. Here in this house. I don't mind.”

I stared back at her, her arms wrapped around my neck. Just hearing the word was making me hard. The look of her mouth as she said it.

“You probably fuck her every day, don't you?" She sensed the effect of her words. "You probably fuck her before you come to MY room ... or do you fuck her after?” 

She moved closer, was holding her mouth to my ear again, running her arms down my chest, I could feel little scratches there. She was enjoying letting that word out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

She let go and dropped off my back, "And I'm just your little cock tease. For HER." 

Feeling the warmth of her, her breath. Feeling her weight against me. My mind instantly picturing her naked body, of me touching her, kissing, her taste. So we were intimate. I loved her body, loved listening to her, the sound of her voice. Intimate...But, Fucking. I was imagining myself laying on her, pressing into her. I could smell her, her legs open, that little blonde puss. She said it, 'It would be so different.' 

“That’s different.”

“oHHHHH, Is it NOW?” Her voice was suddenly sharp. She moved to the door. "Not from where I'm standing. I've been with...boys you know, since I've lived here. You have no idea. And you've been with Sam. It's the same."

She held her hair back, "Jesus Jack! Listen to yourself," and she left. 

I could hear her as she went up the stairs, “Oh, and the Turtle’s coming for dinner tomorrow.”

So she was jealous too.

********

Next morning I went up to her room, tapped at her door, went in. The room was warm. She was still asleep, lightly covered in her white sheet, bare arms above her head. I could see the short whisps of hairs under her arms, the room bright with morning sunshine. She just lay there with her eyes closed.

“I wanted to apologize about yesterday.”

“S’ok.” She yawned and stretched, letting the sheet fall off her front as she sat herself up in the bed, giving me a perfect view of her breasts. The sheet bunching up around her hips as she scooched back and I could see her from the side, bare soft skin rising up the length of her.

“No big deal.”

I sat near her, “Friends?”

“Never enemies." She turned to me and looked right into my eyes, "God Jack, you going to get like this every time I bring a boy home?” 

I shrugged as she rose from the bed, her nakedness passing me, casually striding to her closet. I watched her blonde bare puss, those light blonde curls, just a little triangle above her slit. Her small shoulder blades and the line of her ass parting at her thighs. God, I never tired of looking at her.

“No...It’s fine. I wasn't jealous." She looked back at me. "It was just, unexpected. Really, the thing wasn’t even about HIM."

"The Turtle you mean?"

I laughed. "It's just that, you. You came home and just went up the stairs, you didn’t stop, you didn't say hi. Didn’t find me in the house. I’m used to a sort of pattern with you. You were so different. That's what it was.”

“I was in a hurry Jack.” She opened her drawer and pulled out two pair of panties to me, held them out. Yellow and red, both small.

“The red ones,” I said. She put the yellow ones casually into the drawer and pulled the 'red ones' up her legs and on, hooking them around her hips. I watched her pulling on a T shirt, watched it falling to midrif, raising her arms and letting the fabric fall around her, no bra, and then she walked back over to the bed slid in beside me. 

“I was in a hurry. Just like right now.”

“I woke you.”

“Yeah. Good thing too. Rob’s teaching me how to skateboard today. Early bird gets the... worm.” She touched her nose.

I could feel my blood rise. I could not help thinking how I had just picked out those panties she was wearing, for this other guy. That’s what I thought anyway. My face was reddening.

She was eyeing me again. Sitting in front of me still in her panties and T. She took my hand, pulled me closer, pulled me up between her legs.

I looked at her, silent.

“We have something Jack. It's..." she paused, "Fun." I frowned at that. "It's ... more. Come on! I like what we have. I wouldn't ... You would not be here right now if I didn’t know we have something. But you know what? You’re not the only thing, not the only *one* in my life. Don’t ruin this.”

“You have...sex with him yet?”

She was getting mad, let go of my hand.

“I have sex Jack. And you are married. Do you have sex with Sam?"

I was silent.

"Listen to me.”

She took my hand again and leaned to me, close. “Don’t ruin this.”

I put my hands around her waist and tried to pull her onto my lap, but she rose to her feet and it turned into a sort of awkward hug, me sitting, she standing. I wrapped my hands around her ass and rubbed up beneath her T shirt. She kissed my head and ear.

“I’m cutting you a lot of slack here Jack, giving you a lot of credit. I’m trusting you here.” 

I looked up at her, and she leaned in and kissed me, turning her head into me, opening her mouth, we touched our tongues together, lightly, delicately. For a short moment time froze between us and we simply held to each other.

Finally after *forever* she moved from me, pulled on a pair of short shorts, pink socks, a pair of white sneakers and paused at the door.

“You’re trouble you know that.”

I don’t know where what I said next came from, what conceivable corner of by brain, but I said it. “Be careful Skateboarding’s dangerous.” I could not believe it even as the words left my lips.

She breathed out looked at the ceiling and left, “Ok, Daaaad.”

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

I always fix dinner and I decided to fix a nice one. Show C that I was ok with everything. Get things back to normal, whatever that was.

It was a beautiful summer day so I also decided to put the dinner in the back yard in our gazebo that was set off away from the house. It looked great, wonderful sunshine, green, a perfect day.

When C came home she found me and dutifully sought me out and said "Hi." I actually think she was doing it extra special to keep me happy. 

When HE arrived C actually looked a little nervous. She liked this guy. She came downstairs in this fantastic little black skirt and a pale yellow halter. It was a hot day but damn she looked good. She was barefoot too and I could not stop looking at her, oogling her. She seemed to like the effect she was having on me, kept brushing by. 

I whispered to her, “Trying to make me crazy.”

She looked down at herself and then at me, smiling her teeth at me, tipping her head. Placing a hand at her bare hip, “What? This.”

“Dressing up for the Turtle like that?” I whispered to her.

She bit her lower lip, “Shh, he might hear!" She stepped closer, "Besides. Who says it's for him.” 

She cocked her head and as she left me cutting vegetables, flipped the back of her skirt up giving me the most perfect vision of her bare ass.

She turned and leaned through the door again, "You know I don't like to wear panties." Big smile on her face, "Friends?”

My heart in my throat, I croaked out, “Forever.”

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

So The Turtle was here. 

I could not for the life of me figure what anyone could see in him, aside from the fact he was young, tall, good looking.  Even I could tell that. He was taller than me. But nothing else. I wasn’t like that when I was his age, was I?

Being polite I went in to chat.

“You going to school?”

“No.”

“What do you do?”

“Nothin much. Hang.”

“Uh, live near here?”

“No.”

"How was the skateboarding today?"

"Ok."

So much for conversation.

C bounded in the room. “Rob, we’re eating out back. Come on.” She took his hand and I watched him caress her back as they passed through and into the yard. This is fine, its perfectly fine, no big deal I kept telling myself.

Sam came in the kitchen next.

“Anything I can do?”

“No everything’s fine.”

She leaned in and kissed me, we touched tongues. 

“Looks great,” She looked at me a moment adding, "You ok? You look flushed." 

"I'm fine. I'm cooking...you just kissed me." 

"OK."

And then she went out and sat in the gazebo with Rob and C. I watched them all from the window above the sink.

I felt so guilty just then. What was going on inside me?

!!

My heart started when I watched C bound away from everyone toward the house. I watched her body in that outfit, the way she moved, like a flower in the wind. What did she do to me? She was wearing two things, the skirt the top. 

Nothing else. 

I could see her rising this morning from her little bed and pad by me naked, her blonde pussy, transparent hairs. That perfect ass, small breasts. Her lithe little frame. I could feel my cock stiffen as the screen door slapped shut.

She entered asking, “How much longer? I'm the host tonight. I’ll help. I can...carry things out."

I eyed her, lust in my eyes. She knew. 

“Come here. Here’s some wine, white and a red.” I gestured to where they sat by me, my heart pounding in my chest.

She padded slowly over to me, her bare feet touching each tile, moving like a cat. As she approached me, standing close facing me, I reached out and cupped her breasts softly, began squeezing her right there through the fabric.

She looked down at my hands, “Hey!” But standing still, not moving, with one hand on the red wine. I drew a line from her collar bone down through the swell of her breast pressing into her softly. She watched my hands as I caressed her, and then wrapping my hands under her arms, held her there working her nipples with my thumbs. 

I could feel them stiffen. She liked her nipples rubbed, and I felt her sink back into my hands letting me hold her up, closed her eyes. I watched her cheeks pinken.

“You’re making me nip out.”

“I want to do more than that.”

“You do do you.”

I let my hand drift down to her bare tummy and to the edge of her short little skirt, and reaching, reaching underneath lay my hand ever so lightly over her pussy mound; feeling the soft blonde hairs, so short, the small curls tickling me. I could feel her mound curve out into the palm of my hand, her little lips opening below, soft folding into her thighs. Just holding her there as she lay her hand on my arm.

She opened her eyes again, looked out the window at Rob and Sam, and then at me. Her lips were so red.

“You have to stop.”

But no movement, still clinging to me I continued to press between her legs palming her cunt with my open hand. She brought one leg out, putting her weight on one leg, her hip tipping up. She bent her knee out hooking it around my leg, I could feel her slit opening.

She was squeezing her cunt around my finger and rocking her hips ever so slightly against me. She closed her eyes again. 

“They can see us.”

“They can’t see us.” 

I began pressing my middle finger into her, wiggling it in I could feel her warm wetness open around my finger, her blonde hairs giving way to a liquid center.  

I let my finger slide back between her legs drawing a line, opening her wet cunny, then drawing forward again touched her clit, drew my finger across it. I loved her clit, the most perfect round little erection hanging down right at the front of her pussy, buried inside a little pink hood. 

“Jack!” She jumped, eyes wide. 

I looked at her, "Your so wet."

She was trembling, backing away, “I’ve been in here too long.” 

I let my hand drop away from her. She grabbed both bottles of wine, and taking a deep breath headed for the door using the bottles of wine to smooth her skirt back down around her legs.

I heard her as the screen door opened, “I’ll be back for the next course.”

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

After a few minutes of getting everything ready, organizing and setting each item in place, I went out to the gazebo myself. I could drink for about ten minutes and then, the next course. And I needed a drink.

I sat down across from Rob, C on my right and Sam on my left. I poured myself a red wine and took a large swallow. I felt flushed.

I could see C filling her second glass and take a large sip in time with mine. She had her hand across the top of the table holding Rob’s hand, they were playing with their fingers. How quaint.

Sam slid herself closer to me and lay her hand on my leg. We were this cute pair of couples out in the summer sunshine enjoying our wine and each others company. I tried to be present. I did. But my breath caught in my throat, my mind was swimming, it felt like all I could see were colors and shapes. Slowly, the wonderful wine working its magic, I began to calm down. I took Sam's hand, played with her fingers.

After about ten minutes of rambling conversation, I rose from my chair, “I’ll be right back, I need to check some things and get the bread and salad.”

As I walked from the gazebo I heard C, “I said I'd help,” and she reached the door at the same time as me.

When the door closed I turned and we literally fell into one another. I was holding her, in a moment we were kissing, clinging together. 

I had my arms around her waist, tipping my hand under her top, pulling her in so close she was arching her back. I had her pressed against the wall, and lifting her up held her there with my hips. She was holding me around my neck, her hair hanging down around our faces as we held our mouths open, just touching our open mouths together, touching our tongues.

I leaned myself back from her, “You wanted to help me?”

She was brushing her hairs out of her mouth, “What do you want me to do?”

I was still holding her up looking into her almond eyes, leaning toward her as I said, “The bread and salad is over on the counter. Take them out to the....” leaning in as I spoke we were kissing again. 

She giggled, whispering to me between our kisses, biting my lips as she said, “How do I get all the way over there, Jack? I’m not touching the floor..”

I let her down and followed her as we went into the kitchen. I stayed close, moving up behind her and wrapped my arms around her bare tummy placing both hands just below her navel and tipping my fingers beneath the line of her skirt. I began pulling her back to me, feeling her struggle forward, but then yielding, falling, caressing her back up against me. I wrapped my arms around her.

She giggled again, "You're being so bad."

We were spooning, and holding her to myself I began to grind my crotch into her skirt. She could feel the line of my cock along her ass. 

"Jack!" She pushed back against me hard, as if to bounce me away while reaching up and steadying herself on the counter as I held her hips. I could feel her hips tipping back and up, then down again; rocking her bottom against me.

I bent over her, put my mouth at her neck, and held her to me biting into her, breathed, “Let me fuck you.”

She giggled curling her cheek to me, “Ahh, Jack, That tickles!" And then twisting, struggling in my arms, "Oh, jack. We can't. Not now.” 

I was reaching lower as I said this, putting my hands between her legs, her skirt bunching around my hands, holding her up against my crotch, and pulling her cunt open with my fingers was softly pressing into her pink center. 

Her body was on fire, the heat of her, the sound of her breathing the way she was moving, laying her pussy in my hand. I curled my fingers into her, reaching between her legs and touched her vagina, pressing in one finger then two. I could feel her squeezing her thighs. I began to work my fingers in a fucking motion inside her, held my hand there as she was squeezing her thighs.




Snippets: Houseguest



“Just let me fuck you,” I said again. And with one hand I was opening my pants, holding her to me with the other.

“Uhhh, Jack. We don’t ...have...” She was looking back at what I was doing. 

I took my cock out, my pants falling around my legs, I pressed my cockhead up between her legs. Her bare pussy hidden beneath that skirt, so wet, hot to the touch. My penis jumped at the touch of her.

She was rising up on tip toe opening her legs, the tip of my cock sliding along her cunny lips. I could feel my length slide between her legs, even her thighs were wet. I was watching her look down at her puss, lifting her skirt, she touched my cock with her finger as it peeked up between her legs, I let it slide back then forward again. I held her hips. 

"I can see it!" 

She was bending, holding her legs open over me, my cock poking straight out between her legs, brushing her clit, her little fingers pulling my cock up and rubbing herself there. Masturbating. Her puss was soaked, so wet, as I held to her. 

Her whole body was trembling, holding one hand on the edge of the counter, bending, arching her back and playing with me, rubbing me against herself. I could feel her nails running along the length of my cock. 

And then... 

...she was stepping forward, straightening herself, letting me slip from between her legs, her skirt falling around her legs and turning herself around - toward me. 

Shaking her head, "Next course. Where's the," she was eyeing my cock, touched it briefly with her fingers. "We HAVE to stop." She could barely speak, she was adjusting her hair, straightening it over her shoulders, glancing out the window, "I ...We have to get back out there. Where's the salad?” 

I was following her, so hungry I didn't even know where she went. 

She had taken the bread and the salad, one in each hand and was moving toward the door. 

As I came up quickly behind her she looked back, startled at how close I was, holding the dishes in front of her squeezling, “Behave!” as I came up behind her. 

I reached my hand again from behind, right under her dress, right between her legs, pressed in and touched her anus. She whimpered, pausing at the door and instinctively arched her back as I took my hand away, she lifting her ass to me. Awaiting the touch of my cock, one more time.

How obvious were we? Her cheeks were flushed, hair disheveled. It was a hot day, we were sweating, the kitchen was hot - but?

She paused in the pantry before turning to the door. Pausing, letting me close, letting me press up against her again. Just to feel my cock slide once more between her legs. 

And for a moment she had me pressed back into the door frame undulating her hips, drawing circles around the head of my cock. This time I stood passive, letting her naked puss slide along the length of my cock. Long slow strokes! I could feel her vagina, she was settling her vagina right over the head of my cock, teasing me with her opening, her cunny hole. Like a small mouth on the tip of my cock. 

I began to press...in, could feel it, to feel my tip enter her...

...And out the door she flew from me, my little bird, away! Letting the screen door slam.

I pulled my trousers up, closing them around my cock, untucking my shirt to cover the most painful erection I'd ever had.

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

The salad and bread course was served, we each had another glass of wine, and another. I was so aroused, so hungry that I sat at the table and began to caress Sam’s leg to her delight. 

She had on a loose skirt as well, and I was letting my hand drift up her thighs letting her skirt bunch up around my hand, teasing along the line of her panties with the tips of my fingers. Oh I could not contain the hunger inside. I could barely eat, picking at my salad and bread, my head swimming with wine. Sam could see my erection poking into my shirt. 

She lay her hand and pressed me there, laying her palm over my crotch and I could see C noticing, flashing me a ‘see’ look on her face. 

I continued to slide my hand along Sam's bare thigh tippling my fingers over her abdomen above her panty line, letting my hand rest between her legs, feeling her puss through the silky fabric. I could feel her heat. 

I didn't care what C saw as she caught my eye. So she was jealous? She would see how it all feels.

I watched C's hand slip below the table, watched her squirm in her chair, saw the smile on Rob's face.

He knew.

I rubbed Sam over the silky fabric of her panties, pressed my hand between her legs. She opened her legs lightly and I began to slip just a finger into her bush. Everyone at the table was momentarily occupied. But as I began to insinuate my finger further, into her wetness...Sam swatted my hand away, eyeing me, her mischievious husband! 

I took another sip of the wine. She had no idea how bad I could be. 

I continued eating, C and I eyeing each other. C's hand raising to sip from her glass, then falling beneath the table. 

I shifted slightly and let Sam's hand fall away from my lap as I rose from my chair, “Main course.”

C said nothing, just following me into the kitchen.

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I went to the stove and took a roast from the oven. We stood near one another as I said, “It needs to sit awhile.”

C came up silent beside me, her hand holding my wrist drawing a line up my arm, pressing her shoulder against me, “Mmmm, k.” 

I began to run my fingers through her hair. She leaned her head against me, then twirling herself around, was facing me, looking down pressed my cock with her hand. 

“Still there," she said meeting my eye holding her mouth open.  

I watched her hand at my crotch. I let her open my trousers, tugging them down my thighs. My penis stood straight up between us. She was looking at it, wrapping her hand around, touching it with her outstretched fingers, drawing circles at the tip, wet with cum.

"I could suck you off.”

“Mmmm, You could. Or..." in a moment I lifted her up on the counter and reaching under her skirt pulled her to me as she sat there. Her skirt tipped up to her waist as she brought her knees up opening her legs, I could see her pussy, opening pink, she leaning back holding herself up on her hands just watching my cock touch up between her legs, guiding me as I felt for her vagina its heat opening to me and I pushed! Oh god!! Fuck, I plunged into her, felt myself slip deep inside in a single thrust "...we could fuck."

The surprise caught her breath, I could hear her sucking in air, her head tipped back as I entered her, she yelped. Her blonde hair touching the counter, her knees wrapping around my waist, her feet hooking around my thighs, yielding completely letting me in, just holding herself there, lowering her cunt onto my cock. 

I held myself deep inside, cradled her in my arms, held her to myself letting the feeling of being inside her flood my senses. I could feel her wetness on my balls. The movement of her body, the quivering of her vagina, that feeling of her sucking me in, its soft heat.

“Oh god. Jack!” Her mouth held open, as if taking me with her mouth and twisting her hips grinding herself down on me. 

Teasing her I began to back away, brought my cock just to her opening again and looked into her eyes, and leaned to her as I spoke, "Want me to keep fucking you, want me inside you?" 

As I held my cock at her opening, I could feel her trying to slide back onto me, move herself to me. I held her there. I let her just feel the touch of my cock, let it kiss at her vagina, our wet sexes lightly touching together like mouths. We both looking down watching the touch of our sexes, sliding around and touching just inside her vagina. I could feel her reaching for me as I held her there, her cunt like this little mouth sucking for my cock, opening closing. 

"Want me to fuck you? Now?" 

She tipped her head up from watching my cock, her blonde hair sticking to her lips when she looked up, nodding, "Oh god, Hmmm," hunger in her eyes. I plunged deep into her again, felt her breath rise out in a low moan. 

I fucked into her hard, entering her over and over, sliding her against me. I was watching her bobbing up and down as I thrust into her. I was controlling her body, holding her, moving her onto my cock, fucking into her. “I’ve wanted to fuck you, for so long.”

“You’re fucking, fuck-ing me. Oh, oh I can’t believe ...oh my God, oh Jack.” 

She was pressing herself away from the counter, lifting her ass and grinding upon my cock as hard as she could, pressing down and meeting each thrust. I could feel her stiff little clit slide along my shaft, we were sliding into one another, you could hear us slapping together. 

She was panting, calling out, "Suck my tits. Oh, God Jack keep..." 

And with one hand she pulled her halter up exposing herself, and I bent over her and suckled on her bare skin, began to suck and chew her breasts, settling my mouth over her pink nipples and sucked her hard, turning her little nips in my teeth. I knew how sensitive her tits were, how she loved that. She was grinding into me, circling her hips around my cock. I sucked her as she watched, holding herself against me as I supported her weight with my hands.

As we fucked, I could see Sam and Rob at the table, the silent greenery of the back yard. 

"You like my pussy? We were just over there when you first saw it. Remember?" She mewed. "You were sitting right there." She pointed. "You wanted it then didn't you? What you wanted?" 

She squeezed me around my waist pulling herself onto me. I drove into her remembering her standing in that pink baby doll nightie turning her ass to me that night in this very kitchen. Arching her head back, and pulling myself out my cockhead just touching her thrust in again, She felt how I entered her, breathed out, "Oh, yeah. You remember." Over and over and over.

She squeezed her thighs around me again, arching herself down onto me began sliding her clit, undulating along the lenth of me, lowering herself from the counter and reaching her arms out grabbed around my neck pulling herself to me, her lips at my ear. I lifted her off the counter, she was hanging off me now, her legs hooked around my waist. 

She leaned in whispering her warm breath on me, "You like fucking your little sisters pussy?" 

She breathed again, "Fuck me Jack. Mmm, I'm bending, over for you now. I've got NO panties," her breath at my ear, "I'd have let you fuck me that first night you saw me...fuck me."

And I could feel myself exploding in her as she said that, rising from deep inside. I came almost immediately, ribbons of cum spraying into her, holding her to me, pulsing into her, her warm breasts pressed to me, the feel of her mouth at my neck, her warm breath mouthing 'fuck' in my ear. 

Her hair was a tangle around us. The smell of food, hair, pussy in the air. She was so hot, wrapped around my cock sucking me in. Feeling me pulsing into her, she said, "Mmmm, You cumming?"

I growled low, “I’m cumming, Oh, cumming,” and I bucked into her, she began to move herself against me trying to cum with me. 

I stayed hard in her and holding her ass curled my fingers along the line of her ass, and pressed a finger into her anus, as far as I could. She pulled her head back looking at me with wide eyes. 

"Bad boy!"

Her ass was so wet, I slid into her easily. I pressed a second finger in, pressing far as it would go. "I want to fuck you from every side." 

"Mmmm, so bad!" She was lifting herself up, clinging to me. I was pressing into her with my fingers, could feel my cock squishing inside her, could feel her getting more and more excited. She began kissing me and we let our tongues roll together, opening our mouths. I could feel her bobbing up and down as I fucked her, as we held our mouths together. 

She leaned back, holding my lip in her mouth, “Make me cum Jack!" I held her so her clit rubbed into me. "Oh god!  Keep doing, oh my God keep...” I rocked her against me. 

She was literally hanging off my cock and I continued to fuck into her, kissing, biting our lips together, sliding together ... wet, in a frenzy, when...from out the window, I saw Rob stand up from his chair.

Shit.

She fell back from me, holding me around the neck and looking down between our legs, growled, "Oh, my Jack. Mmmm, What are you doing...to me? Tell me."

"Fucking you."

"What?"

I breathed low, "Fucking your cunt."

I looked down her front, her tummy shining, we were so wet she was thrashing against me. Her top was pulled open, her breasts were hanging from the halter. Her lips wet this languid red streak, her white teeth.

!!

And then Rob set his glass down now, began walking away from the gazebo.

Shit. 

I pulled her close, breathed in her ear, “I'd have fucked you right there, in front of your friends. Fucked you with everyone watching, you little slut! cum for me...Little fuck cunt." And I curled my fingers into her ass, pressed the flesh of her ass against my cock as I slid into her. She was sliding against me very quickly, quivering, touching herself to me, she was so close. I continued to watch out the window.  

She was crying, "Say it, say again, wha..are you ...Oh, Oh my God. I'm, Oh Goo-od!! I’m cumming, Oh my God!” I simply held her to me as she exploded in my arms. "Ahh, Ahh." Could feel her vagina pulse around me, it was everything I could do to hold her as she cried out.

He was getting too close. Shit. shit, "Shit. Rob is coming,” I called out.

Her eyes were wide, she brought her head up looking back, still thrashing against me. "I'm cumming!"

"Put your top back on. Here. Here. Get up.”

I was trying to set her down. And while in the midst of an orgasm that shook her frame, she was desperately trying to get her breasts inside her halter.

I was lowering her onto the floor, my cock softening. I did not want to pull out of her, but as her feet touched the tiles I felt myself drop out, she squeezed me right out. Her dress flaring down around her legs again as she stood there. Rob was almost to the house now. My cock glistening.

We stood behind the island counter. Her breathing was ragged gasps, “I have never!” Her eyes were wild she was looking at me, starting to kiss me. "...So Insane." She was laughing now, "You're INSANE!"

And I was going, “No. No. Rob, he’s!”

The screen door swung open, slapped shut. I was still standing with my pants around my ankles hidden by the counter. C was randomly moving some spoons and plates around, pulling her hair behind her ears.

“Uh, where’s the bathroom?” 

He was just standing there looking at us from across the room, his head hanging down between his shoulders. We stared at him from the other side of the kitchen. What could he possibly think?

“It’s through that door and up the stairs.” 

My shirt hanging down past the counter top, I was naked from my waist down. C was smoothing herself out and eyeing me, laughing, her cheeks glowed. I loved the sparkle in her eye, the wicked grin. He left the room.

She eyed my red cock hanging limp between my legs and said in a relaxed freshly fucked voice, as she hefted the roast in front of her the sound of post-orgasm giddiness dripping from her lips, “I better get THIS meat out there.”

And never taking her eyes off my cock, “And you better put THAT meat away.” 

I turned myself, pulling at my pants, could hear the screen door slam with her chirruping, "For Now!"

And I watched her.

Floating by out the window in the midst of my visions while standing at the sink.



Please e mail me and let me know what you think, or provide any ideas. What happens next?? Your responses and ideas are the reason I write these.

Youbadboy



Snippets Of The Story



Fucking myself with the toys he bought me, running it all through my mind, so hot, so intense. My breath laboring and my eyes aren't seeing the room anymore, I'm lost inside the movie running through my brain...one scene than another flowing faster faster as I get closer and closer to exploding.

That first kiss. Not the one most would think of, this was long ago before. Before the adventure, back when it was all castles in the sky, just dreams to imagine when playing with myself deep in the night. Back when we knew where the line was and kept ourselves from crossing it. It was a good-bye. Just the normal good bye, and then it was a moment held too tightly and before I knew it his mouth on mine, eyes widening and adrenaline rushing. Dear god what have we unleashed? And we never spoke of it, a flash between our eyes perhaps but never a spoken word. 

I wanted him. I wanted him on his knees licking me, I wanted him above me fucking me, I wanted him to take me and I wanted to collar him. Never clear, was he mine or me his, first it was one then the other, so confused, the only thing clear the craving, constant craving of him wondering what was under the denims, what it was like to have hold his face between my legs, What it would feel like him taking me, one question then another tumbling in my head. 

That second kiss. No question about it, that crossed the line we had so long respected between us. Then his teeth grazing my lips and my tongue fucking his mouth, the line was blow away. All the rules changed in a moment. Want to fuck him, want him to take me, am I asking too much, want it all, mind blowing and our clothes are still on, still haven't touched his skin. What I thought was craving before is nothing compared to this. 

Blood boiling, disbelief reflected from my eyes into his and the moonlit world behind us fades. Those first tentative touches, the excitement flooding me, and he's hard against my hip, the passion rising between us. Time slips away as we explore slowly, then quicker, the night wears away as one discovery leads to another. Moonlight leads to daylight

I can still hear him against my ear telling me to stuff a pillow in my mouth, I was making too much noise, He was going to blow my mind, I'd never felt anything as good as his tongue would make me feel. What seemed excessive boasts soon became understatements, his hands on my body and his tongue licking my pussy, sucking my clit, then tugging on it. One sensation fast on the heels of another, every man before an amateur compared to this onslaught, unplanned and unprepared, no frills, just his mouth on my body, I will never get enough.

From his mouth on me to his hands, Pushing my limits, showing me paths I've never taken. The twists of his mind paralleling mine, one wall after another falling. My hands rubbing him hard, my mouth on him, the feel of him in my throat. Love the shudder of his body as the hot taste of him splashes in my mouth. His licking a drop off the corner of mouth, and a quick shiver up my back as I wonder where the limits are, or do they even exist at all with him?  Flashes of his face as hot and hard he slides into me, slams our bodies together, pushes me this way and that, Taking me in the dark, in the midst of the night, in the early morning, clocks and time no longer important, any time is good. A man who can not only keep up, but almost leave me behind at times, match me, sometimes overpower me, and give in to me all in one. In his lap, riding his hips, across the bed, on the ground, on the floor, in any room sufficient, no boundarys as to place or appropriateness. We love to fuck, we're good at it, and together it is off the charts incredible.

Standing among a group of people knowing I'm still wet from him, an accidental brush of his hand across my ass, leaning over and catching him staring at my chest, quickens my blood and breeds more desire. The knowledge he knows, knows how it is with me, knows how I crave coming, how I will shake and shudder and scream for him, Floods my panties thinking about it, listening to him talk dirty to me as I beg him to fuck me. 

His voice on the phone, asking questions that make me blush while surrounded by others unaware of the heat between my legs. Asking which feature I would prefer on a new toy, forcing me to answer and try to look innocent. On occasion hearing him come on the phone, hours and miles away. My muscles clench thinking of it, so hot when he lets loose, drops the control for a second and explodes. Hang up the phone and look blankly at the screen, at my desk, forgetting where I am, why I am at work, all I can think of is his face when he comes, when his eyes darken and look into mine.

His face when he sees me, black frothy lace and three inch heels. I takeover, take him, disbelief on his face as the clothes peel off. The whimpers as I contemplate taking his cock in my mouth or taking his ass with my hand. Perhaps both. Sitting on his face, heels digging into his sides, he moans as he gets me off. The sudders, the shakes as we go off the map, roads we've only contemplated in our mind, places I've never really even considered. Then the control shatters, I'm on my back, there are no limits, one wild passion consumed by another. 

I lost my senses somewhere along the way, and I don't want them back. The practical part of my mind knowing this can't last, can't be. I must be out of my mind, this intensity will crumble sometime... won't it? The man can push me to the edge, hold me there, make me crave him and hate him all at once, til all my mind can think is about coming, coming for him, coming on him, his mouth, his hand, his cock, where ever however just want to come, come, come.

And the movie in my brain continues... 



Snippets with my Uncle



Everyone is over 18, enjoy. 

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"I need to pee," I announce to Evan, my second cousin, first removed. The rest of my five cousins were perched in their individual spots on the jagged rocks, their fishing lines already in the ocean. I had been making demands all day. Evan rolled his eyes.

Uncle Drew stood a few feet away from me. "I'll go with her so she doesn't get lost."

"Cuz you know she'll get lost," Evan teased.

I steal a glance at Drew, catch his eye, pause a beat before getting up. Tug a bit of hair behind my ear and turn without looking back and walk toward the woods, picking the thickest patch of trees. My Uncle and I . . . have a 'special' relationship. But the last two weeks have been torture, with no opportunity to be together.

I can hear his steps, faster than mine, heading into verdant green woods, thick with bushes and small trees, giving way to a full canopy. It becomes dark, rich with the smell of earth and moist heat. Small Ferns brush my calves as I move off the path. He comes up to my side, I pull away, bite my lip. What is he up to? 

"I won't get lost you know." Mischievous glint in my eyes, looking at his lips. I remember the first time he kissed me, taking me by surprise after weeks of sexual tension reverberating between us. 

He just says, "You might be surprised."

I laugh at that, my excitement and nervousness gives a feeling of giddiness. I am breathless, we are famished for each other. "They're not that far away." His little bird with her wing down.

I look back, our eyes meet as he raises a blond eyebrow at me, and I pause. Everything is spoken in that instant and I can feel my center melt, the slippery wetness leak between my legs as he says, "Then we'll have to be quick."

"But not too quick, I hope," as I grasp his denim belt loops. 

He scans my butter color halter top, the one he watched me wiggle into in the mall dressing room when he bought it for me. Slowly he cups my breasts in his hands, giving my stiff nipples a sharp squeeze. I lean in, letting him do anything. His skin smells like sunshine and fresh straw. He lets go my tits and gently cups my face towards his with both warm hands and runs his thumb across my lips before kissing me. He knows I can't get enough of it. I sigh, close my eyes, his breath cascading onto my lips and into my mouth. "I've wanted you all day," he whispers.

Normal breathing turns to slow pants. I squirm in his commanding hold, needing to steady myself. As we kiss he reaches beneath my swim coverup, an impossibly short little royal blue rayon skirt, and unties the strings of my bikini bottom at each hip. My breath catches as the little bit of material drops to the ground, and the heat and wetness between my thighs is suddenly exposed and cools in the forest air. His hand cups my pussy without warning and I gasp at fingers pressing me open. The desire in his eyes, as he growls how wet I am. I love the effect I have on him. God I am so wet. How he knows my body! 

He turns me round and moves up close behind, I can hear the zipper of his denim shorts, and arch my back standing on tippy-toe with my ass turned up to him. 

Oh God, I am waiting. Feeling lost, so lost, Waiting. Oh I want it. 

When. The touch of his cock, pressing between my legs. Feeling it rise in me. Oh fuck! 

I surrender to him, my body melts, merging to his touch. I press back against him, feeling his body against my ass, and let him move me how he wants. Each thrust sends me forward. One One One. His cock swelling, bigger than I can remember, my cunny squeezing around him, squeezing so tight. I can literally feel the head of his cock in my belly, opening me right up. 

Uh, uh, he's so big. With his strong hands pinning my pelvis to his pounding thrusts, my legs buckle, my body spasming and pulsing. Again and again and again. 

A light comes into view, I pant out, "I'm cumming . . . " My skin is alight, burning and contracting. He's fucking harder, faster, harder, then rumbles my name from his throat. His cock twitches, alive in me, he grunts while he releases wet, sticky, messy heat in me. He cums and he cums, my pussy holding on to him until he's stopped. 

Fuck, I want to collapse. My head is swimming, the forest is a blur.

I lick my dry lips, trying to catch my breath. My hands use the tree in front of me to prop me up as he slowly pulls out, his streams of cum trickling down my thighs. I can feel his eyes on my bare ass and my reddened pussy. I've lost all track of myself, my body completely exposed.

He sighs, "You're a mess, my good little girl." 

I chuckle, looking back to meet his eyes, realizing how naked I am; savoring the tickle of his sperm down my legs. How I love him. No one else can make me feel so good, so loved, so sensual. So bad. I can hear him tuck himself back into his shorts, zipping up, as if nothing happened. I am tying my halter back in place, smoothing my coverup over my legs. It will be a while till I can see all of him again. 

I reach for my swim bottoms, and his hand flashes. He takes them and tucks them in my pocket. Fuck. I look down at myself. This little coverup is impossibly short. He can't intend for me to stay like this. and I stand straight up, "Drew," holding out my hand. 

He gazes at me up and down, taking me in, his smile. "I'll give them to you later. If you're good." And I face him and put on a brave smile, The cool air, the feeling of my pussy hairs brushing between my legs, the drying cum.

"Shall we?" His voice is low and relaxed. We have been satiated, for now.

Just a sec, and I squat down and hold a finger right at the top of my puss, let him watch me. I pee. 

"I actually did have to pee you know." I nod, take his pinky finger with mine and we walk back towards the rocks. The forest thins and he lets me walk in front of him, partly so we are not seen side by side and partly so he can watch my ass one more time. 

I arrive in the sunlight, at the rocks with Drew behind me. Evan sees us and calls, "Did you get lost? What took you so long?"

Putting on contrived expression of irritation, I point at Drew. "It's his fault."

Drew shrugs, "You know how she gets." He brushes his hand over my ass, only the thin fabric separating us and my knees almost give. 

Evan laughs at that.