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Snow Day: Story 01

By: WritingKnight



This is the first of 6 separate stories that was taken from a much larger piece. They take place on the same day, at the same time, during the same snow storm. Since each is a story all its own, it doesn't matter which one you read first. WK

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Dean Lake stared out the window and sighed heavily. He had only moved here with his father and stepmother 3 weeks before, and already he hated snow. At first, he had understood why his father wanted to move from California to where Lydia lived.

They had met on line, of all places, in a chat room geared for widows and widowers. To hear his father tell it, it was almost "love at first type", something that he and Lydia would always laugh about. Dean also had to admit that he liked the woman, not only because she was hot, but because she actually listened to him. She also didn't expect to take the places of his real mother, rest her soul. That fact alone made her worth getting to know.

"How's it look out there?" his father asked as he walked into the room. 

"Pretty much what I'd imagine Hell would look like if it ever froze over," Dean quipped without turning from the window.

"Spoken like a true Californian," his father chuckled. "You know, I hear there's money to be made for wielding a shovel around here. Why don't you put you new found snow slinging skills to good use?" He then pointed out the window. You can start right here, you know, to get you warmed up and get your pocket primed."

"Sure, although how you can say warmed up when you're talking about 25 degree weather I have no idea." He then sighed as he cracked his knuckles. "This better be worth the $150.00," he mumbled.

"Whoa...what $150?" his father asked, almost spitting out his coffee.

"Dad," Dean smiled as he slung his arm over his father's shoulder. "Let me put things into perspective for you. We're from California where the only snow you see is up in the mountains, and you only see that if you actually drive to go see it. I'm 18 years old, displaced from all my friends, brought to a coast where I don't know anybody, and am now being pimped out to break my back shoveling crystallized water into ever growing heaps. Trust me, $150 is cheap compensation."

"Twenty, and not a penny more," his father replied dryly, although the smirk on his face told a different story.

"A hundred and I'll even pretend to enjoy it."

"Ten," his father replied, the smirk growing larger.

"Ok, ok, $20!" Dean replied quickly. He then shook his head. "I almost wish I wasn't 18. I know there has to be a connection to child slavery in here someplace."

"Clean the car off first," his father said as he shook his head. I have to leave for work in a half hour."

"The radio says that, if you don't have to go out, you shouldn't bother, so why you're bothering is beyond me," he muttered.

"The radio station doesn't pay our bills," his father retorted, still smiling as he shook his head.

Thankfully, the snow was light and powdery so it made shoveling a lot easier. Once the car was cleaned off, it only took him a half hour to finish the rest of the driveway and sidewalk, even though the snow was already re-covering what he had already cleared. 

He was just about to go in to get his money, when he heard one of the most dreaded sounds in winter; the sound of a snow plow. As the great lumbering truck rolled noisily past, he turned to the house. "You just made it $40!" he yelled to his father, who stood chuckling in the window.

He had just finished tossing the last shovel full when his father came out to warm up the car. "You did a great job, Deano," he said with a smile, "even though it already looks like you didn't do anything. As he spoke, he extended his hand, and when Dean looked down and saw the three twenty dollar bills, he smiled as well. "Go in and rest a bit. Lydia made you some bacon and eggs."

"What were you doing out there all this time?" Lydia asked as she scrapped the scrambled eggs onto a plate.

"Shoveling," he sniffed, rubbing his hands together. He was trying hard not to look at her, at least not so she would notice. She was wearing quite possibly the tightest, softest looking sweat pants he had ever seen, and an old, faded concert T-shirt.  

When she turned to him, she giggled slightly. "What are you looking at?" she asked, his eyes trained directly on her large, braless tits.

"I'm trying to make out what concert that T-shirt was from," he replied, which was partially true. It was as he was reading the faded letters that he realized her nipples looked hard enough to dial a phone with.

She nodded as if accepting his answer, although she thought she knew better. "Why were you shoveling? I have a perfectly good snow blower in the garage. Didn't your father tell you?"

Dean stopped in mid chew and furrowed his brow. "As a matter of fact, that nugget of information seemed to have slipped his mind," he grumbled. The only thing that kept him from getting up in a huff and going to his room was the camel toe Lydia was sporting. As far as he could tell, she also didn't believe in underwear.

"REO Speedwagon," she said as she washed the skillet.

He was so busy staring at her jiggling ass cheeks, he almost didn't hear her. "Pardon me?" he asked. "What's that?"

Lydia shook her head, suddenly feeling a little older. "REO Speedwagon was a rock group when I was your age," she told him.

"That couldn't have been too long ago," he replied absently. He didn't realize it, but he had just made her day a whole lot brighter. 

"Why, Dean!" she grinned. "That's possibly the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me! Thank you!"

"You're welcome, I guess," he mumbled around a mouth full of food. She was so happy, without realizing it, she treated him to a very nice view as she bent over to pick up a wash rag she had dropped. Not only could her see directly up her T-shirt, he also could see her plump, well defined pussy pressing against the tight fabric.

"Would you mind if I used the snow blower to make some money?" he asked as he washed his own dish.

"Not at all, sweetie," she grinned at him. "You might have a little trouble starting it, though. My late husband, rest his soul, was usually the one who used it, and it's been sitting for three years. I always paid somebody to shovel for me, so I never had to use it."

 ***

"Thank you Mr. Demopolis," he smiled twenty minutes later. He had invoked the name of his old high school shop teacher because if it wasn't for him, he never would have got the blower started. He also mentally patted himself on the back for paying attention in class.

Six houses and $180 later, he was making his way back home when a female voice called out to him. "Excuse me," he heard. It took him a moment to locate the owner of the voice. "Do you think you could do my driveway and walk for me? I broke my leg otherwise I'd do it myself."

"Sure thing," he smiled tiredly. All he really wanted to do was go home, take a hot shower and then plop himself in front of the TV and play his new video game. However, he never would have been able to forgive himself, knowing he turned down a lady in distress.

Just as he finished his final pass on the driveway, the snow blower sputtered, coughed and died. Picking up the large gas can he had carried with him, he gave it a shake and shook his head with a sigh. "Looks like I have to push you home," he grumbled. Giving his work a final look over to make sure he didn't miss anything, he smiled to himself and began pushing the blower towards home.

"Wait!" the woman called. He turned to see her poking her head out an upstairs window. "Don't you want to get paid?"

"I only take money from those too lazy to come out and do it themselves," he smiled up at her. "You obviously can't do it yourself, so it's no problem. Hope you feel better." With a final smile and wave, he started to leave.

"Don't leave! Please?" The desperation in her voice was clear, so with a sigh, he pushed the blower off to the side of the driveway. "The front door's open. Just come in." The relief he heard in her voice made him smile. If it meant that much to her to have a little company, than he could forego his video games for a little while.

The inside of the house was warm and smelled like cookies. As he took off his boots, he winced as the frozen, snow encrusted cuffs of his jeans lay against the bare skin of his ankles. "Hi!" she gushed from the top of the stairs. "I'm Jenna."

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Dean," he smiled and waved. She was younger and much cuter than he originally believed. Standing about five and a half feet tall, she had curly black hair pulled back into a short ponytail. Her face was covered with freckles and she wore large glasses that Dean thought made her look like an owl, and the T-shirt and cut off sweat pants she was wearing showed him that she wasn't afraid to eat. 

"Are you new around here?"

Dean nodded. "Do you know Lydia, down the street?"

Jenna smiled and nodded. "Yeah! She's a nice woman. Her and my mom talk all the time. My mom's a nurse, too. Are you her nephew or something?"

Dean shook his head, trying not to show the discomfort of having the melting snow from his jean cuffs soaking through his socks. "My dad married her. She's my step-mom."

"Wow, how cool is that?" She then pointed at him. "C'mon up, don't be shy.'

"I'm all drippy," he replied, looking down at the small puddle he was now standing in. 

She gave him a small frown. "You're a little skinnier than I am, but, if you aren't too shy, take off your pants and I'll give you a pair of sweats to wear while they dry, ok?"

The thought of taking off his pants in front of a total stranger made him blush. "Ok, sure," he replied nervously. It was obvious to him that she was desperate to have a little company, and for some reason, the thought of making her happy made him feel good.

"Here you go," she called as she hobbled back to him. "Sorry that took so long, but I'm still learning to get around."

Once he caught the gray sweats, he busied himself with unbuckling his pants. "So how'd that happen?" he asked absently. He didn't have to look up to know that she was watching him disrobe, although the thought of which excited and embarrassed him at the same time.

"I'm not a very athletic person, but some friends of mine thought it would be great to go skiing, and I thought it would be fun. And it was, right up to the point of me getting to the bunny slope. I've never been on skis before, and was trying to make my way over to the instructor when I hit something and went down. The instructor said he heard the bone snap from twenty feet away. I blacked out, and the next thing I knew, I was in the hospital in a leg cast. Pretty pathetic, huh?"

"Nah," he smiled up at her. "I probably wouldn't have made it that far."

"Come on up," she waved again. "I just made some cookies. What do you want to go with them? Coffee, tea, milk, soda?"

"What are you going to have?" he asked as he climbed the stairs.

"Tea," she smiled. "Oh, you might not want to get too close to me," she warned as she pointed to the cast. "I haven't really been able to shower or anything, so I'm a little ripe. I'm sorry."

Dean smiled and shrugged. "I can help you take a bath, if you want. You know, help you in and out of the tub and stuff." Just the thought of that made them both blush furiously. He had meant it in a completely innocent way, yet the implications and possibilities were obvious. 

"That's very sweet of you," she replied shyly, "and if you're serious, I might take you up on it." She then pointed to the phone, as if trying to change the subject. "You can call Lydia if you want and let her know where you are."

"Does she have a problem with you staying?" she asked as he hung up the phone.

"Nah," he smiled at her. "She thanked me for calling though. She said she was worried about me."

"Why would she be worried? Afraid you'd get lost in your new neighborhood?"

He walked to where she was filling the teapot and gently took it from her. "Go sit," he told her gently. "I'll do that." Glancing down, he swore he saw her nipples harden in an instant, a sight that caused his cock to twitch. "No, she thought I would freeze to death," he chuckled, answering her question. "I'm from California." He then pointed vaguely towards outside. "This is my first snow day."

"You're still in school?" She asked, her voice betraying her obvious disappointment. She had thought she was dealing with someone closer to her own age of 23.

"Yeah. When I was 15, I got into a nasty skateboard accident that left me in coma for 3 weeks. It took me awhile to recover and I lost a lot of time at school, so I had to repeat the eighth grade. Besides, I started school kind of late. I'll be 19 in July."

A smile of relief spread across Jenna's cute face, and her green eyes sparkled. "So what did you do for excitement back in Cali...did you have a girlfriend?"

"I had one until a few months before I came here. I was supposed to stay behind so her and I could be together, but she decided the captain of the football team was better for her than me, so I just said the hell with it and moved with my dad." He then shrugged a little sadly. "Besides, there was nothing for me there, really. I mean, all my friends were drinkers and stoners, and to me that's not cool."

"That's very commendable," she replied. Just then, the kettle began to whistle. As Jenna started to get up, Dean made her sit back down, an act that turned her on more than she would have liked to admit. She then looked up at the ceiling and mouthed the words "Thank you" to it. 

Until today, her self esteem was all but gone. She had had only 3 long term boyfriends in her life, and all of them were controlling, abusive assholes. And, although she didn't know if she could bring herself to lesbianism, she had halfheartedly resigned herself to spending the rest of her life alone, relying only on her fingers and her vibrators for sexual pleasure.

That was what she had been doing when she heard the sound of the snow blower outside. She was just getting herself primed by toying gently with her clit, when the sound caught her attention. Moving as fast as her full leg cast would let her, she went to the window and peered out and saw Dean walking slowly behind the snow blower. 

Throwing on the cut off sweats and T-shirt she was wearing, she hobbled as fast as she could to the front door, almost flinging herself down the stairs in the process. Now, as she sat watching Dean make her a cup of tea, her clit reminded her that she still had some unfinished business with it.

"How do you like it?" she heard him ask. Luckily she caught herself before her present state of mind could answer for her.

"Two sugars and a little milk," she replied, although her immediate response was going to be "If it wasn't for this cast, I'd say doggie style."

"And where do you keep the sugar?" he asked as he brought the cups to the table.

Jenna reached over and picked up an ancient looking Tupperware sugar container. "We always have some handy," she smiled.

As she adjusted herself in her chair, he glanced down between her legs and was treated brief peek up the leg of her shorts. He was glad to see that, not only was she not wearing panties, but also seemed to either have very little pubic hair, or possibly that she shaved, just not recently. 

As they drank their tea and ate what Dean had thought of possibly the best oatmeal cookies he had ever tasted, they talked. As they talked, they both realized that they really liked each other and were quite compatible. What was odd for both of them, is the fact that it had nothing to do with sex, really. At least not at that point. They truly enjoyed each other's company, and had just enough differences to make things interesting.

"I should probably get going," Dean muttered, not really wanting to leave.

As soon as he mentioned leaving, Jenna let out a small gasp. "No! I mean, you can if you want to, but I really wish you wouldn't. I-I really enjoy having you here."

Was that a slight edge of panic he heard in her voice? The thought of her wanting him to stay went straight to his young cock. "Are you sure? I mean, I really like you, and I like being here with you, but I don't want to overstay my welcome." He didn't want to leave as badly as she didn't want him to, however, he didn't want to sound pushy. "I mean, after all, we do live only a few houses from each other. I can always come by tomorrow, if you want."

"Why can't you stay for awhile longer, and then come by tomorrow, too?" she asked, a tone of pleading in her wavering voice.

"I'd really like to stay, if you don't mind," he shrugged, giving her a shy smile. "Besides, all I have waiting for me back home is a video game I got for Christmas."

"Then you'll stay?"

Dean smiled and nodded. "You want to go into the living room so you can elevate your leg while we talk?"

"God, that's so sweet!" she gushed. "But, if you don't mind, I'd like to take you up on your offer to help me take a bath, that is, if you're still willing."

His cock twitching in his underwear told him he was very willing. Jus the thought of getting to see her naked was enough to make him want to stay.

"We're going to need a garbage bag and some tape, though," he told her as he helped her to her feet. "We should cover the cast as much as possible so we don't get any water on it."

"That's very thoughtful of you," she told him, her eyes staring directly into his. His face was so close to hers, their noses brushed together, and the way he was holding her around the waist sent shivers down her spine.

"Actually, I'm speaking from experience," he smirked. He then held up his right arm. "I was 12 years old and on that same skateboard that I managed to put myself into a coma with. Every time I went to shower, my mom, rest her soul, would wrap my arm up in a plastic bag and duct tape." He then realized as he was speaking, his voice was getting softer and their mouths were moving closer.

"Must have been painful," she replied, her voice only slightly above a whisper. A moment later she was moaning softly as they shared their first kiss. Jenna had been kissed plenty of times; however none of the guys she kissed had ever kissed her like that. "I really need to get in that tub," she panted, suddenly aware of how ripe she really smelled. She was embarrassed to think that Dean could smell her, too.

As the tub filled with water, Jenna watched as Dean bagged and taped her leg, the whole time catching him sneaking a peek up the leg of her shorts. "Can I ask a favor?" her voice edged with excitement.

"Sure,' he smiled.

"It doesn't really seem fare that you get to see me naked while you get to keep your clothes on, right? So, I was wondering if you would be willing to get naked too, you know, just to keep things even."

"Will you laugh or be offended if, um, certain parts of my anatomy should become, um, extended?" Unconsciously he was already placing his hands over his growing member.

"I think I'd be more offended if certain parts of your anatomy didn't become extended," she giggled, her face bright red. "I'm the one who should be embarrassed, though."

"Why? From what I've seen, you look pretty fantastic." As he spoke, he let his eyes roam freely up and down her body.

"Because," she whined. "I smell funky and I'm hairy in places I shouldn't be hairy."

"So, I'll shave you, if that's what you want," he shrugged. He then pat her on her soft rump. "C'mon, you need to get into the water before it gets cold." As he spoke, he began to pull up her shirt, her breathing heavy as she looked directly into his eyes. "You have gorgeous eyes," he told her as the shirt made it to just below her C cup tits.

"Wait," she moaned softly. "I'll do it. I-I want to watch you undress as I do."


Snow Day: Story 01



"So tell me," he said, trying to take away from the fact that he was about to be getting undressed in front of a woman that was almost 5 years older than him. The fact that she was getting undressed also, didn't really seem to help matters much. "What kind of men are you used to?" As he pulled off his own shirt, he watched, at first with awe and then with sorrow as Jenna pulled off her own shirt.

"The hitting kind," she said softly, suddenly aware that Dean was now able to see the fading bruises and scars she had hidden under her T-shirt. "The kind that constantly tell you that you're worthless and ugly, the kind that like to drink too much, and when they get drunk they beat the crap out of you for any reason they can think of. The kind that will leave you home on a Saturday night to go out with their so called friends, and come home the next afternoon reeking of booze and sex and other women's perfume."

Dean's mouth moved, but no sound came forth. "You... you didn't break your leg on a bunny slope, did you?" he asked softly. As she shook her head no, tears the size of pencil erasers rolled down her freckled cheeks.

"He-he pushed me... down the s-s-stairs," she sobbed, suddenly pressing the T-shirt to her face. "At f-f-first, I thought it was an accident, because he was so plastered. But, by the time I hit the bottom step, I-I could hear the fucking prick laughing!"

Dean could do nothing but wrap his arms around her violently shaking body and held her, not caring that she really did smell as bad as she thought she did. Once she had calmed down some, he kissed her forehead softly. "Where is he now?" A rage was building inside him, a feeling he had never known before.

This time, Jenna let out a small, slightly bitter laugh. "He's dead," she sniffed. "The stupid asshole was so drunk, that, while he was laughing, he fell down the stairs himself. I only broke my leg. He broke his neck." 

After that, she spent the next five minutes crying almost uncontrollably. Once she was finished, she pointed a shaking finger at the tub. "I'm so sorry I lied to you!" she added, almost looking like she was going to start crying again.

"Under the circumstances, I can understand why you did," he answered, kissing her on the forehead.

"Thank you for being so understanding," she smiled weakly as she sniffed. "Do you think you could add a little more hot water to the tub?"

"Ok, this is the way I figure it," he told her as he turned on the hot water. He was trying to get her mind off the subject. "All you have on is shorts, so I figure..."

"Wait," she sniffed. "How do you know I don't have panties on?"

Dean gave her a sly smile. "Because those shorts are way loose, and I've been peeking up them every chance you gave me," he replied.

"I'm sorry you had to see it like that," she apologized, suddenly bright red again. "I normally like to keep myself shaved, but as you can see," she then lifted her arms to show him her hairy armpits, "I've kind of let myself go." She then gave him a slight "go ahead" gesture as she put the shirt aside and letting him get a full view of her sexy tits.

"I figure, if I take off these sweats, that'll leave us even at how dressed we are, so when we take off our shorts we'll be naked together." When she nodded silently, she watched as Dean took off the sweat pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs.

"Oh my," she smiled as she covered her mouth with one hand, and pointed to his crotch with the other. Although he wasn't fully erect yet, there was still an ample tent in his shorts, accompanied by a quarter sized wet spot on the front of the gray fabric. "I'm not going to be your first, am I?" she asked as she rubbed her foot under his balls teasingly.

"No," he smiled back, "but you'll probably be my best." He then slid his thumbs into the waistband of her cutoffs. "Ready?" he asked softly, looking her in the eyes.

Jenna hooked her big toe into the opening of his boxer briefs, moaning softly as she pressed her foot against his hardness. "Ready," she nodded, and then lifted her ass up slightly. Still looking each other directly in the eyes, Dean pulled her cutoffs over her chunky ass, while Jenna tugged his down as far as her leg would let her. Neither of them looked anywhere else until both of their shorts were on the floor.

"I know I'm not the biggest you ever saw," he mumbled humbly.

"True," she replied, slowly rubbing her foot over his hard shaft. "But you look like the best fit. Not too wide, not too long," she smiled and nodded, "Looks just right to me."

"Aren't you going to let me see you?" he asked her, gently trying to part her legs.

"No,' she shook her head. "Not yet. I want it nice and clean for you, first." Detecting a slight look of disappointment, she leaned forward for a kiss. "Please?"

He helped her off of the counter, and once she was standing, they pressed their warm, naked bodies together. "You doing ok?" he asked, grazing her lips with his.

She smiled softly and nodded. "Totally, dude," she giggled. "Now, stop teasing me and kiss me," she cooed softly. It took a little bit of work to get her safely into the tub, however once she was in, Dean stepped out and knelt down on the floor next to her. "Tell me about your first time," she said, more to break the awkward silence than anything else.

Dean took the loofah and gently began to wet the parts of her that were still dry, and then held the dripping cloth so it dripped teasingly on her hard nipples. "Brenda Van Horn," he said after a long silence. "Lifeguard tower 24."

"Oh ho!" she giggled as she pushed the warm water over her body. "I see you like your women older, huh?"

He gave her a small laugh. "It's not like that. She wasn't a lifeguard or anything. We were at a beach party for a friend of ours birthday. There was booze, of course, and Brenda and I went for a walk. I guess I said all the right things, or she was drunk enough to hear all the right things. Anyway, we stopped for a kiss, and the rest, as they say, is history."

"Was it good?" she teased, flicking water in his face.

He then grabbed the bar of soap and slowly began to soap Jenna's body, taking slightly longer on her nicely sized tits than anywhere else. "Well, it was for me, at least. I wasn't her first, I can tell you that. I never really got to see what she looked like naked, either. It was dark, and we were kind of in a rush." 

He shrugged as he moved the soapy cloth towards her pelvis, thankful that her broken leg had to be draped over the side of the tub, leaving her legs open for him. "I never spoke to her after that. It was like she didn't remember, or didn't want to, you know?"

She then lifted her good leg so he could wash her inner thigh, calf and foot. "I'm sorry," she said softly. She then pointed to the vanity. "Could you get me a razor out of the top drawer, please? I want to get rid of the jungle under my arms."

"Before you start, could you lift your butt up so I can wash it, please?" he asked her. As she complied, he watched in awe as her plump, stubble covered quim broke the surface of the water, the dark, pouting lips begging to be washed. 

Reaching under her, he slid the loofah firmly between her ass cheeks and scrubbed, making sure to get each alabaster globe as well. When he finished, he looked at her and smiled. "Only one more spot to wash. Do you want to do it?"

"You've done a great job so far," she replied, her voice a little weak. She was quite sure that the moment he began to wash her slit she was going to cum. "I'm pretty sure you can handle it."

He smiled and nodded. "I know I can, the question is, can you?" As he spoke, he was holding the loofah over her exposed pussy, and letting the drops of water drip slowly onto her clit. Every drop that hit caused her to sharply inhale and her hands to grip the sides of the tub. "Are you ready?"

"I was ready when you pulled off my top," she panted. 

Dunking the bar of soap in the warm water, his hand shook slightly as he neared her horny pussy. He then began soaping her inner thighs and pelvis, coming close to, but never touching her ready slit. Then, without warning, he slid the sudsy bar completely over her mound and slit, causing Jenna to gasp loudly.

At first, he washed her steamy slit as he should, making sure every inch of her pulsing pud was cleaned, and he was pretty sure she had cum at least once. The noises and sounds she was making had his cock twitching, and a pearl of pre cum perched on the tip. "Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked, her voice tight.

"Very much," he replied simply. "Are you?"

"Aside from the fact that you're driving me crazy, yes," she panted.

"Good. Now, let's get you out of there and dried off so I can shave you, if you'd like."

"I'd like that, I really would," she answered. She was squirming and he knew it. "But, I was wondering, do...you think you could maybe just..." Before she was done speaking, he smiled as he slid his middle finger into her molten gash. 

She let out a loud moan as he pussy muscles instantly clamped down on his waterlogged finger. "Yeah! Yeah, baby!" she yelled as she humped her pussy against his finger. "Just a little more!" and when he introduced his thumb to her already buzzing clit, Jenna came unglued.

Water splashed everywhere, as the young woman thrashed about, cumming harder than she ever had in her life. When she could take no more, she grabbed his hand in hers. "S-stop!" she begged, suddenly pulling his fingers to her lips, kissing them as she licked off her own juices. "Sorry about that," she said finally after catching her breath.

"What are you sorry for?" he smiled.

"It wasn't really fair of me to cum first. You...you just had me so worked up, I couldn't help it."

Dean let out a soft laugh as he shook his head. "Actually, I'm glad you did."

Jenna raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why is that?"

"Because," he replied as he helped her up, "if I'd been in the process of shaving you and all of a sudden your pussy turned into Mt. St. Helens, you'd probably get hurt."

"Very wise of you," she smiled. Once she was standing, he took a towel and gently patted her dry, stopping every so often to kiss her softly and tenderly. Jenna's heart raced. All her life she had been waiting for a man to treat her like a woman, and now here he is, in the form of a boy. "I like the way you kiss me," she whispered, brushing her lips against his.

"You only have one opinion, so far," he smirked, and then rubbed the back of his hand over her stubble covered mound. "Give me your opinion after I kiss your other set of lips, and we'll talk." In truth, he was scared shitless. He had never performed oral sex before and all he had to go on was a few books and movies. 

So, as he shaved her, he replayed those movies over and over in his head. Watching the action and seeing how it was done was better than just reading about it. "All done," he said quietly as he patted her soft rump.

"There's a hand mirror in the top right drawer," she smiled as she rubbed her hand over her now soft, smooth mound. "Get it for me please? I want to inspect your work."

"Before you look, there's something you should know," he told her as he opened the drawer. "I've never shaved anyone or anything except my own face."

"And you're just telling me this now?" she gasped, suddenly looking down to see if she was bleeding anywhere.

"If I had told you before I started, would you've been as relaxed?" he smiled as he handed her the mirror.

"No, and with damn good reason!" She stopped talking as she inspected her smooth mound. "I'm sorry about the way my pussy looks," she apologized.

Dean gave her a short laugh. "You're kidding, right?" Jenna shook her head. "What the hell would you apologize for that for? It's quite possibly the sexiest I've ever seen."

"Well, it looks, I don't know, well used, doesn't it? I mean look at the lips." As she spoke, she pulled on the dark flesh, stretching it out. "I look like I've been fucked by an elephant, although it's hereditary. My mom's looks the same way."

"Oh stop!" he chuckled. He then held up the middle finger of his right hand. "In case you forgot, I was just in there and you felt pretty damn tight to me. Now, if I had my finger in there and it felt like I was sticking it in an open drain, then I could see you saying that." 

He then leaned in closer, his lips grazing hers. "But what I felt was tight, warm, soft, wet and very, very slippery." He finished the last word as he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue sliding effortlessly past her lips. 

"Let's go to my bedroom," she moaned softly. 

"If anyone had told me I'd be walking naked down a hallway with my arm around a naked woman today, I would've pissed myself laughing," he told her as they walked.

"If I had known I would meet such a great guy when I woke up today, I would've woken up sooner," she smiled back at him. 

Once in her room, he sat her gently on the bed, and as he watched her gently lay back with her arms over her head, his cock began to twitch. "I'll...be right back," he said nervously.

"Where are you going?" she asked the disappointment obvious in her voice. "As we say in Cali, I have to DTMV...and I have to get our clothes."

"What's DTMV?" she called after him.

He came back a few minutes later and lay down next to her. "It means Drain the Main Vein," he smirked, causing her to giggle. "Now," he said as he let his fingers travel lightly over her naked body, "let me finally have my way with this gorgeous body of yours, without 30 gallons of water and a bathtub in my way." 

As soon as he finished speaking, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, causing her to gasp. By the time he licked, nibbled and sucked his way down to her pelvis, she was dripping and the scent of her hot pussy filled the room.

"Hey lover boy," she tried to coo, however it came out slightly strained. "While you're down there sampling my wares, why don't you bring that nice hard cock of yours up here so I can have a little taste?"

"In a minute, love," he answered casually. "I'm really enjoying myself right now, thank you." As she watched him slither to the floor, she couldn't help but moan softly. She had lost sight of him, save for the top of his head, and his warm breath on her cool flesh was sending shivers down her spine. 

He kissed his way up her one good leg, and when he reached his final destination, he stopped a moment, letting her feel how close his mouth was to her quim. When he heard her shuddering sigh, he smiled to himself.

Pushing her good leg up and out, he was happy to see her juices running down the crack of her ass, and a medium sized wet spot under it. Sticking out his tongue, he jammed it into the crack of her ass until he connected with her anus. 

A loud whimper rushed from her dry throat as she arched her back. Wiggling his tongue slightly, he then began to move up her ass crack until his ridged tongue connected with her tangy wetness. When he heard her gasp louder, she slowly slid his tongue inside her.

"Oh, baby!" she moaned loudly, squirming and humping her slit against his face. Spreading her with is thumbs, he watched as her fully aroused clit popped out at him, seemingly begging to be licked. Folding his tongue in a U, he then began to lick and swirl her clit like a piece of candy. When he felt her first shuddering orgasm, he quickly sucked her gushing pussy into his mouth.

He sucked in hard enough to get her extended clit between his teeth, and then began to half nibble, half lick the quivering nub. As orgasms number 2 and 3 gushed from her quim, he then got his entire face involved, rubbing, pushing and licking everywhere he could. By the time he was finished she was a delighted, babbling mess.

As he crawled up her shaking body, he smiled wickedly at her. His smile was lost on her, however, due to the fact that she could see nothing but a handsome, loving young man making his way up to her. He stopped only briefly to suck on each of her hard nipples, before lodging the bulbous head of his cock into her oozing quim. 

Tears of pleasure were sliding down her freckled cheeks by then, and when he slid himself into her, the words "I love you!" gushed forth with almost as much intensity as the orgasm that gushed out of her.

He rode her slowly and deeply, making sure his cock was almost all the way out before sliding it back in. Jenna matched his every stroke as best she could, panting in between his deep, slow kisses. "P-please...don't cum...inside me, lover," she half panted, half whined. "I...want to...taste you...in my mouth." 

As she spoke, her warm, tight pussy clamped down on his rock hard cock once more with an orgasm that sent her eyes rolling up into her head. That almost was his undoing. However, with a little bit of quick thinking on his part, he pulled out and managed to clamber up her sexy body

As soon as she saw his quivering cock aimed at her mouth, she smiled and opened wide. She wasn't prepared, however, for the nearly instantaneous filling of her mouth and throat with his hot, salty cum. She did her best to swallow as much as she could, however gobs of the thick fluid spilled out the sides of her mouth. Not wanting to kill her, he saw her gasping, and quickly pulled his throbbing rod from her mouth, and finished himself off by squirting on her tits and face.

He looked at her and smiled tiredly. He was panting too hard to laugh at the way she looked which was probably a good thing, as his laughter probably would have hurt her feelings. She tried to smile and whisper the words "I love you" at the same time. This, coupled with the gobs and spatters of cum all over her face, made her look like a badly glazed donut. 

Wiping off as much of his cum from her mouth as he could, he leaned in and kissed her softly and sweetly, the act sending another lesser orgasmic jolt through her entire body. She was glad she was in a cast, because even if she wasn't, she still wouldn't have been able to walk.

"Did you mean it?" he panted as he took an earlobe in his teeth.

"Yes!" she sniffed. "I know! I know it's crazy quick and it sounds insane, but I know what my heart feels, baby! You've shown me more love, caring and tenderness than any man I've ever been with combined, and I can do nothing less than love you for that!"

"Then I can officially call you my girlfriend?" As he spoke, his voice was bewildered, but that didn't stop his hands from caressing everywhere they could reach.

"Yes!" she giggled as he kissed her, and she reached down to grasp his already stiffening meat.

"Jenna? Who's snow blow...OH MY GOD!" they heard her mother yell from her doorway. 



Snow Day: Story 02



This is the second of 6 separate stories that was taken from a much larger piece. They take place on the same day, at the same time, during the same snow storm. Since each is a story all its own, it doesn't matter which one you read first. WK

*

Gino Maretti smiled as he hung up the phone. So many people had called out for his shift, that they canceled it. "Sweet!" he said aloud as he made his way to the bathroom, already trying to decide what he was going to do. "Eat a little breakfast, put in a load of laundry and then go shoot some pool down in the game room," he thought to himself as he made his omelet.

Just as the elevator door was about to close, he saw a young woman trying to hurry towards the lift, an overflowing laundry basket in her arms. "I got the door," he called to her.

"Thank you so much," she puffed as she set the basket down. 

"Not a problem," he smiled. "You new to the building?" he asked, looking her over. She was about 5 foot five, with wavy, brown hair and large hazel eyes. She was wearing a zip up sweatshirt and a pair of well fitting, faded blue jeans, which showed off her plump but shapely ass quite nicely. 

"Yeah, I just moved in a week ago," she told him. "This seems like a really nice place."

He smiled and nodded, trying not to make it obvious that he was looking her over. "It better be for almost a grand a month," he nodded. "Have you seen everything they have to offer here?"

"Only when they gave me the 'sign here' tour. I was glad to see they had a gym and a sauna," she added, patting her ass. "I have to lose a few pounds."

He made a face as he pretended to look her over for the first time and then nodded. "Yeah, I can see it," he told her, "you got like three hairs that are way thicker than all the others. I could see where that would add some weight." He then stuck out his hand. "Hi, I'm Gino Maretti, apartment 5C." 

"Ariel Mazzy, 5S, pleased to meet you, even though you're a liar," she giggled, her face suddenly bright red.

"Excuse me?" he gasped, feigning shock. "I may be many things, gorgeous, but a liar isn't one of them!" As the doors to the basement opened, he then surprised her by picking up her basket of laundry and placing it on top of his. "Besides," he grunted as he lifted the heavy load. "I happen to like what I see."

"Again, thank you so much," she gushed as he placed the baskets on one of the folding tables, "and thank you for the compliment," she added shyly.

"Think nothing of it," he smiled. "What're you going to do while your clothes are washing?" 

Ariel shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose I can finish unpacking."

"Or, you can join me in the game room for a few games of pool, if you want," he suggested as he loaded one of the machines. "I just got a call from my boss, they canceled my shift."

"I-I'd like that! Really! Thank you for offering!" As she spoke, her eyes seemed to light up when she smiled. "I have to warn you though, I suck at pool."

Gino shrugged. "So? It's been a few years since I picked up a stick as well, so I'm probably rusty, not that I was all that great when I played before."

"What are you doing?" she asked suddenly.

"Um, putting clothes in the washing machine?" he answered, not quite sure what she was getting at. 

"But, you're putting your colors in with your whites!" The way she made it sound, it was as if he was lighting a cigarette with a lit stick of dynamite.

"Hey," he said as he pulled a pair of chili pepper covered boxer shorts out of the machine. "See these? They used to be white. I kinda like the way they came out, myself."

"You're impossible!" she giggled, her nipples suddenly making their presence known. It was at that point that she had wished she worn a bra. From what Gino could see, however, he was glad she didn't.

"Besides," he continued, "I don't know about you, but I can't see paying $3.50 a shot for doing a loan of laundry. Most of this is work stuff anyway, so it's not like I care what it looks like. Anything I need to look good, I have the dry cleaners do it."

"What do you do?" She had unconsciously started putting her own clothes in the machine next to his.

"Usually, I take all my stuff that needs to be dry cleaned, and I walk into the dry cleaners, and I say 'Hey, Marty, I'm back again,' and then hand Marty my clothes." He then shook his head. "You don't get out much, do you?"

"I meant, what do you do for work!" she giggled, shaking her head. 

"I'm a computer technician," he replied, halting as if he were waiting for her to laugh. When she didn't, he continued. "Well, right now they have a group of us working on writing up some software programs for in house use, but mostly I troubleshoot and fix the machines that crash at the company."

"Wow," she said softly, obviously impressed. "I would have never figured you for a techie."

"Oh, and what is it that I look like I do?" He was smiling and leaning against the washer as he watched her put her own clothes in the machine. When a pair of zebra striped bikini panties fell on the floor, he quickly bent down to pick them up. "Oooo!" he smiled. "Very sexy!"

"You're such an ass," she giggled, her face crimson as she quickly snatched the panties from his grasp.

"Hey, I showed you my undies!" he protested, making her giggle even harder. "So, I ask you again. What is it that I look like I do?"

"If I had to make a guess," she said as she pushed her quarters into the machine. "I'd say you were either a comedian or a mechanic," she replied, opting not to add that he also looked and sounded like he could be in the mafia.

"Wow, really?" he asked. "Most people think I'm in the mafia." When she heard that, she almost choked. He then clapped his hands together. "So, you ready to go knock some balls around?" He then gave her a sly wink. "And then after that, we can go shoot some pool." When she let out a loud gasp and smacked him playfully in the arm, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Remember," he told her as she picked up a stick, "you hit the balls with the skinny end."

"Keep it up, buster," she growled playfully, "and you'll find out first hand just how hard I can hit balls."

Gino chuckled softly. "Feisty! I like that!"

"So what would your girlfriend say if she saw you shooting pool with me?" She was trying to fish for information without being obvious about it.

"In case you haven't noticed," he said, tapping her stick. "This is a pool queue, not a fishing rod. All you have to do is ask." Once again, he made her blush furiously, something that he seemed to be very good at doing. 

"And if I still had a girlfriend," he continued, "you and I probably wouldn't be having this conversation. As it turns out, I happen to be the wrong color and the wrong gender for her, so we went our separate ways, and the last I heard, she was living in Vegas, or something." He then gave an indifferent shrug. "I guess that's what I get for dating a stripper."

Once he finished racking the balls, pointed to the table. "I'll let you break first," he told her as he chalked the tip. "We'll be playing straight eight ball, except I play slop, meaning, the only time you have to call your shot is when you're going to try to sink the eight. Oh yeah, and if you sink the eight on the break, you automatically win."

"What do I win?" she asked playfully, hating herself for not only liking this guy, but being turned on by him as well. It had been quite awhile since a guy could make her laugh and enjoy herself, and he was scoring some major points with her.

"A nice dinner, cooked by me, in my apartment," he replied seriously.

"And what do you get if you win?"

"A nice dinner, cooked by me in my apartment, with you as my guest," he smiled.

"So are you trying to tell me you can cook?" she asked as she slid the stick back and forth. Before he could answer, she slammed the tip into the cue ball, sending the white ball flying around the table. When it failed to hit anything other than the rails before falling slowly into a corner pocket, they both looked at each other and simply said "Wow," in stereo.

"Try that again," he told her trying hard not to smile, "and yes, I can cook very well, thank you. I learned from my grandfather and father."

This time Ariel sent the rack sprawling across the table, managing to sink several balls in the process. "I'll take solids," she told him as she eyed the table.

"So, what is it you do?" he asked after she took a shot and missed. He didn't want her to think he was trying to distract her while she was shooting.

"Florist," she replied. "I own my own flower shop."

"Very cool!" he smiled. "Gorgeous, smart and feisty! Three of the things I look for in a woman." Then he made an odd face. "I would have put you at a beauty parlor, though. You look like a hairdresser, maybe."

Ariel let out a small gasp. "That's amazing!" she smiled. "That's what I was for 5 years. I did it just to make enough money to open my shop!"

Gino nodded and patted himself comically on the back. "Yeah, I can pick 'em," he joked. 

"What else do you look for in a woman?" she asked as he sank three stripes in a row.

"Well, first of all, they are preferences, not requirements, and second of all, I'd probably offend you if I told you, at least with two of them, anyway."

"I highly doubt if you'd offend me, but if you don't want to answer, it's ok."

He then chuckled to himself. "Want to hear something funny?" he asked as he sank the eight ball. "Out of the six women that I've been with in all my 28 years, I've only had one that met some of my preferences, and they were the same ones that you have, so far."

"If the other five didn't meet any of your requirements..."

"Preferences," he corrected her.

"Preferences, sorry. Why would you even date them?"

"Because if you have only preferences, it means you're willing to compromise. If you have standards or requirements, that means you could pass up on a really good thing just because she didn't meet what you happen to think your 'perfect' woman is. Besides, the other five only lasted 6 months to a year." He shook his head. "The only one that came close was Roxie, the stripper."

Ariel nodded as she racked the balls. "I'm sorry," she said softly.

"Why? It's not your fault. Besides, she did me a big favor."

"How so? She broke your heart."

"Yeah, that's true," he replied as he sent the rack into a flying tizzy. "But you're mending it. And if I was still with her, I wouldn't be here with you."

"What did he just say?" she thought to herself. "Did he just say I was mending his heart?" She watched as he sank two stripes in succession, but scratched when sinking the third. "How long has it been?"

Gino looked at his watch. "The washer should be done by now," he told her seriously.

She giggled softly. "I meant since you and Roxie broke up." She hated to admit that he was doing some repairs on her heart as well.

"Oh, sorry." He looked at the ceiling. "Wow, I guess I've been doing better than I thought. It's been four months now." She watched as he retrieved a "Game In Progress" sign from the cue rack and set it on the table. "C'mon, we'll go throw our things in the dryer and then come back and finish winning my date with you."

After they finished playing pool, they retrieved their clothes and as they rode the elevator, they decided to meet at the gym in an hour to sit in the sauna and take a swim afterwards. "Then, once we worked up an appetite swimming, we can go back to my place for that dinner." He then held up his hands. "I'm sorry. I'm being pushy."

Ariel chuckled and took his hands. "No! No, you're not. That sounds like a wonderful plan. I-I kind of like a guy that takes charge."

"But it should be a democracy," he told her as the doors opened. "I mean, it's ok to have a plan, a course of action, but if the other person feels that something could be or should be different, they should be able to voice their opinion."

"I agree totally," she said as she opened her apartment door. "And believe me when I say that, if I didn't like any part of that plan, I would tell you. Trust me."

Gino smiled at that. "Good!" He put down the two baskets of laundry and looked around. "Wow, I guess you really do have some unpacking to do. After supper, if you want I can give you a hand."

"Thank you," she smiled. "But why don't we take tonight just for ourselves, and then we can work on this tomorrow, if you still want to."

"That sounds even better," he smiled in return. "See you in about an hour?" Biting her bottom lip, she nodded.

He was just arriving at the pool the same time she was. "Right on time," they both said in unison, and then laughed.

"I was almost late," she told him. I had to dig through all my stuff to find my suit."

"Suit?" he asked seriously. "They don't allow suits in the pool, they didn't tell you that? It's a skinny dipping pool only."

She gave him a sour face. "Right. And you expect me to believe you're naked under that robe of yours?"

"I am!" he protested. "See?" and he pulled open the robe. Ariel let out a small squeal as she quickly covered her eyes. After a moment, she peeked through her fingers and then laughed when she saw that he wasn't naked at all.

"You are incorrigible!" she huffed. "I'll see you on the other side."

The way the pool entrance was designed, you had to walk through either the men's changing area or the women's changing area in order to get to the pool area itself. As he leaned against the wall waiting for her to come out, he could hear the sounds of other people in the pool already.

He was only slightly disappointed that she was wearing a one piece, but he had to admit that she looked fantastic in it. She also wasn't as chunky as her jeans and sweatshirt had lead him to believe, either. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked as they sat in the hot room. 

"No reason, I just figured you for a thong or bikini woman, that's all," he answered as he leaned back and closed his eyes.

Ariel made an indelicate sound with her lips. "Please! Not with this body!"

"What's wrong with your body?"

"Look at it!" I'm fat, I have cellulite, I sag..." She almost sounded like she was going to cry.

"You know what all that tells me?" he replied, still not opening his eyes.

"What?"

"That tells me that you're a real woman. Not some anorexic, trend following, society guided wannabe super model. A real, honest to goodness, live my life like I want to and fuck what the rest of the world thinks because I'm happy, woman." He did sit up then, and looked directly at her. 

"Look at me. I'm no body builder either, you know. I could give two shits in a hollow tree at what people think of the way I look. I'm not out to please them, I'm here for me. They don't like the way I look, they don't think I conform to the way they think people should look, so fucking what?" He then gave her a lecherous smile. "Besides, I'd have to see you naked to make any concrete judgments." Ariel squealed and giggled at that, instantly covering herself up. If he knew that she was thinking at that moment, they would have gone straight back to his apartment and worked an appetite up a different way. 

"I can't take anymore," she panted, sitting up.

"Wimp," he mumbled, smiling. His stomach then gave a loud rumble. "Ok. The boss says it's time to go, too," he said, patting his stomach. After a brief swim just to get themselves cooled off and somewhat re-hydrated, they headed for the showers.

"I'll just go get changed and then I'll meet you at your place?" she asked as they rode the elevator.

"Why get changed?"

"Because I don't want to sit around in a wet bathing suit all night," she smiled. 

"So, as soon as we get in the door, take it off, I won't mind."

"I just bet you wouldn't, creep," she smiled at him. "I'll be there in a jiffy, ok?"

"K," he smiled back, and then surprised her by leaning in and giving her a kiss on the cheek. As he walked back to his apartment, Gino shook his head. For the first time in his life, at least as far as he could remember, he wasn't getting to know Ariel just to get into her pants. He truly liked her for her, and it was a feeling that was as unsettling to him as it was joyful. 

Maybe Roxie breaking up with him was the best thing for him. He had always gone out with her type, and he saw that all he was getting out of it was a piece of ass and a thinner wallet. Not that the sex wasn't good, but there was always something lacking. The words "I love you" were very seldom spoken, if at all, and if they were, it was usually after buying her something expensive to keep her happy and her legs open. 

Ariel was the complete opposite of the spectrum. She was intelligent, funny, and truly beautiful, not in a make up, bleach blonde, silicone tits way, but in a 'this is the way I was born', way. It's funny how you find something or someone you've been searching for your whole life, and never knew that's what you were really looking for.

"No," he muttered to himself as he checked the pan of homemade spaghetti sauce on the stove. "Ariel is defiantly different." As he showered, his mind wandered to the distant future. He saw himself coming home from work, and there was Ariel, waiting to greet him at the door. They would hug and kiss, and then tell each other about their day, and then either sit down to a meal she had made for them, or they would decide together on what they wanted to eat, and then cook it together.

The thought delighted him and scared the shit out of him at the same time. "Slow down, buddy boy," he told himself. "You're getting way too ahead of yourself here. Take it slow." When he emerged from the shower, he could already smell the aroma of his homemade sauce filling the apartment. 

Still naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist he gave the sauce a good stir, breaking apart some of the still frozen chunks of sausage and meatballs that filled the pan. Without even realizing it, he was whistling "Here Comes The Bride" to himself as he stirred. 

Back in her apartment, Ariel was having a similar conversation with herself, as well. She was also having the same visual Gino had, only hers went a step further by greeting him at the door with their baby in her arms. 

"What the hell are you thinking?" she asked herself as she scrubbed between her legs. "You don't want kids!" She then realized it was her mother's voice in her head. "Great!" she muttered as she rinsed herself off. "Now I'm starting to sound like my mother. That's enough to scare anyone off."

She then spent the next twenty minutes standing in front of her closet, trying to think of what to wear. "Was this a date? He called it a date. But we aren't going anywhere. That doesn't mean you can't dress nice. But, what if I show up dressed nice, and he's dressed casual? Then again, what if I show up casual, and he's dressed nice?" 

With a heavy sigh and a shrug of her shoulders, she opted for the nice and casual look. A pair of black, well worn jeans and her favorite turquoise blue blouse. She then spent the next ten minutes pawing through boxes to find the turquoise blue bra that she had bought specifically to go with the blouse.

When Gino heard the knock on his door, his heart stopped. A woman that's on time, go figure. With a quick glance around the apartment, he let out a long, slow breath, and then opened the door. "Wow! You look great!" he smiled at her.

"Oh my God! You're still in a towel!" she gasped. "Am I too early?"

Gino chuckled softly as he shook his head. "Right on time, actually." He then waved a hand to encompass himself. "I didn't know how you were gonna dress, so I decided to wait and see how you showed up, and then would dress accordingly."

"That's rather cleaver," she giggled. "I've never heard of it before, but it works."




Snow Day: Story 02



"Come on in, make yourself at home," he told her, beckoning with is hand. "Mi casa, Ariel casa,"

"Isn't it supposed to be Mi casa, sue casa?" she asked, suddenly embarrassed for correcting him.

"Yeah, but your name isn't Sue. Who the hell is this Sue that they keep talking about, anyway?" 

She wasn't even there two minutes, and he already had her giggling. "I'm sorry I came over empty handed," she apologized. "It's horrible manors, I know, but I have nothing in my house yet."

"I'm glad you didn't. I would have been insulted if you did." He then pointed down the hall. "I'm gonna go get dressed. If you wanna listen to music the stereo and the CD collection are there," he pointed, "and if you feel like watching a movie, they're right there. Again, make yourself at home, please."

"Your apartment smells fantastic!" she called after him. Once he was out of sight, she tiptoed into the small kitchen and lifted the lid on the sauce pan, where the aroma was even more enticing fresh from the pot. To keep herself occupied while he was dressing, Ariel looked over his CD collection, making faces at some and being impressed by others. 

"See anything you like?" she heard him say as he walked into the living room. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, and a simple, "going to the club" dress up shirt, and no shoes or socks. 

"You have a wide range of tastes, I see," she smiled. "I have a question, though. What the hell is Cannibal Corpse?"

"Death metal," he chuckled. He then stood close to her, the scent of Drakkar Noir tickling her nose. "I'm a metal head by nature, but I also love blues and classical." He then pointed to a few other CDs. "I also have a few operas."

"No country?" she asked, and then jumped, when he hissed and jumped back, holding his fingers like a cross. 

"In the name of God, Satan, get thee behind me!" he growled, making her laugh so hard, her stomach hurt. He then ran over to the expensive looking stereo and hugged it gently. "Shhhh... don't worry, I won't let her hurt you." 

He then smiled at her, chuckling softly. "By the way, I wasn't sure what you liked, so I thought I'd let you pick the pasta." With that said, he then reached down and took her gently by the hand and led her into the kitchen.

"Like I said before, it smells fantastic."

"Thank you," he told her as he ripped off a small piece of Italian bread. He then lifted the lid to the sauce pan and dipped the bread into it. "Taste," he offered.

"Wow!" she replied as she chewed, her eyes growing big. "That's incredible!"

Gino bowed slightly. "And, you may be happy to know, that not even Roxie has tasted my sauce."

For some reason, that pleased her to no end. "Can I ask why?"

"Because she didn't deserve it," he answered honestly as he began to take down a few different boxes of pasta. He then stopped and looked at her. "Can I tell you something without you freaking out?"

Her voice was as casual as possible when she replied "Sure," however, her stomach instantly turned to knots and she swore her heart stopped. She had no idea what to expect, but if he thought she might freak out about it, she wanted to be prepared.

"I've never offered this sauce to anyone who isn't family, before. Honest to God." To emphasize the fact, he crossed his heart and held up his hand. When it became clear that she didn't know what to say, he quickly changed the subject. "So, what'll it be, linguini, ravioli or tortellini?"

"Which is the least fattening?" she joked still trying to figure out how excited she should be that he was sharing his special homemade sauce with her.

"The water it'll be boiled in," he said dryly. "It's Italian, it's pasta, fattening? Fugedaboudit," he smiled.

"What would you suggest?"

"Linguini, without question," he replied. "Do you like wine?"

Ariel smiled and nodded. "I'm not a big drinker, but I do like the occasional glass of wine, yes."

"Good, 'cause I just happen to have a bottle of my Grandpa Mario's homemade vino that'll knock your socks off." 

She then giggled and pointed down to his feet. "Looks like you already had some," she quipped.

"Oh, man, this stuff is potent, trust me. I'm glad you aren't driving anywhere. But," he added as he put the other boxes of pasta away and took down another pound of linguini, "if it's too strong for you, we can put some ice in it to water it down, we just won't tell Grandpa Mario," he winked. He then pointed to the stove. "The sauce still has about 45 minutes to go, and the linguini will take another 35 minutes or so, so what would you like to do while we wait?"

"I'm really enjoying your company," she replied softly. "Can we just sit and talk?" And talk they did. She sat in the kitchen with him as he made the fresh garlic bread and she made the salad, talking about anything and everything. 

"I've never felt this comfortable around a woman that wasn't family, in my life," he told her as he sipped his vino. He gave her a small glass to try as well, and, although it was a little on the strong side, she found it quite enjoyable. It wasn't until she got up to use the bathroom that she realized it had a bit of a kick.

"I feel the same way," she replied shyly. "May I use your restroom?"

He smiled and nodded. "You ok?" he asked, a slight worried tone in his voice. "You sound like the vino is taking affect." 

"It is, a little," she replied, "but I haven't had anything to eat, either."

"Wow, Grandpa Mario's vino on an empty stomach. That'll kick your ass but good." He then pointed to the stove again. "I'll go ahead and set up the food, and it should be ready by the time you get out, ok?"

When she returned, the table was set and the food was on the table, steaming and ready. She smiled when she saw he had set two lit candles on the table as well. When she approached the table, she was surprised that he pulled her chair out for her, something that earned him even more points in her book.

"Welcome toa Café Gino. I'ma you waiter, Gino," he told her in an Italian accent. "Todaysa special, Linguini ala Gino. Disa also comma wida da salad, anna da garlic breada. To drinka, we have you soda, you milka, you juicea, you water anna you homemadea vino, justa lika da ola country." By the time he finished his monolog, Ariel swore she had to pee again, he had her laughing so hard.

"Now what would you like to do?" he asked a little while later as he finished washing the last plate. He could tell just by looking at her that she had a pretty good buzz going with the vino.

"We could snuggle on the couch and watch a movie," she suggested, suddenly shocked that she was even thinking such a thing.

"Sure," he smiled. "As long as that isn't the vino talking," he added seriously. "You have to believe me when I tell you that, it was never my intention to get you drunk or anything."

"Hey," she replied quietly, moving in close. "I'm having the time of my life, vino or no vino. This is possibly the best unofficial date I've ever been on, and I'm so glad I met you."

Taking a huge chance, Gino slipped his arms around her waist. "Really? Because, I have to tell you, I'm not used to being around a woman as special as you. You make me feel like a man, not a walking ATM machine, you know?" As he spoke, Ariel slid her arms around his neck and then pulled herself close to him. He held her like that for as long as he dared to, and then once his cock began to stiffen, he gently pulled away from her.

"I hate to impose on you, but, it's really warm in here. Do you think I could borrow a T-shirt to slip into? If not, I can run back to my apartment and change, if you want."

"Sure!" he replied, probably a little more enthusiastically than he had intended to. "And I have just the shirt for you, too." He then took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom, annoyed that his hard on wasn't letting up. "Here you go," he told her as he handed her a large white T with a running wolf on the front. "I'll...just go wait in the living room while you change, ok?"

She returned a few minutes later, not only in the T-shirt he had given her, but also in a pair of baggy wrestler jams she had taken out of his closet as well. It was also quite obvious that she had also taken the liberty of removing her bra, as well. "I hope you don't mind," she said as she sat down next to him. "They looked so comfortable and my jeans were so hot. I feel really bad for raiding your closet like that."

"Not a problem," he smiled. I told you to make yourself at home, and I meant it. Hell, you could have my underwear on too, for all I care."

That made her giggle. "What are we going to watch?"

They then proceeded to look through the cable guide to find something they both wanted to watch, and when Ariel saw that "50 First Dates" was playing on HBO, she asked if he would mind if they watched that. By the time the movie was over, Gino was nestled in the corner of the sofa, with Ariel wedged firmly between his legs with her back to his chest and his arms wrapped around her waist. "That was a really sweet movie," she said softly as she looked back at him.

"Yeah, it was," he replied just as softly. And before either of them realized it, his lips were pressed firmly to hers. It was supposed to be a chaste kiss. At least, that's what he had intended their first kiss to be like, if they had one. 

Ariel let out a soft moan in the middle of it, however, and suddenly she was turning herself around so she could face him and kiss him better. This time, there was nothing he could do about the presence of his now twitching member, and when she felt it against her leg, she began to giggle.

"I'm sorry," he apologized quickly. "He's got a mind of his own, you know?" 

"So does she," she muttered as her lips met his again. She then sat back quickly, looking as if she were about to cry. "Damn! You must think I'm the biggest slut in the world! This isn't like me, not at all! I don't throw myself at guys, ever! It's just that...I feel so comfortable around you, you know? 

"I feel like I've known you forever. It's a brand new feeling for me, but I have to tell you, I like it a lot! I like you a lot, too, and I probably just killed any relationship we might have had because of it." When she finished talking, she started to get up.

"Please don't leave," he said quickly. "I mean, if you want to, I won't stop you. But you have to know that this has been one of the greatest days of my life. And I know it's like, way soon, but I like having you in my life, and to be honest, I've been trying to figure out what I've been doing for so long without you in it. You're like the missing piece to a puzzle. There's a completeness here I never would have believed I could feel or have."

With her eyes brimming with tears, Ariel sank slowly back onto the sofa. "So what are you saying? Are you asking me to go steady, or something?"

"Only if you say yes," he replied, taking her hands in his. "If you say no, then we date for awhile until you decide you want to make it official. No pressure."

"I'll say yes on one condition," she sniffed. "You tell me what your other preferences are."

His face went instantly crimson. "You really wanna know, huh?" he smiled nervously.

"I really wanna know," she repeated, suddenly as nervous as he looked.

"I'd like my ideal woman to wear glasses, have small breasts, dark nipples, not wear makeup and..." 

When he stopped, Ariel crossed her arms in front of her. "And?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

"I...I like my women shaved," he finished, almost expecting her to slap his face or have some kind of outburst.

When she finally spoke, her voice was soft and gentle. "Well, I do wear glasses, I have contacts in right now, I hate wearing makeup, my boob size I can't or won't do anything about, sorry, it's what I was born with. As for the nipple color," she then pulled the white shirt down so it pressed against her plump C cups, her dark nipples suddenly bleeding through the fabric like faded ink. 

When she saw him smile and gasp, she looked quickly between his legs, where she saw his cock give a healthy twitch. She then pulled down the front of the jams just enough to show him the top of her pubic hairline. "Tell me why you like it shaved," she said, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Because I love to give oral sex. It's like, my most favorite thing in the world to do sexually. And when I'm down there, I don't like to be distracted by any smells or any stray hairs that happen to find their way into my mouth. I want to be able to give my lover the maximum pleasure and fullest attention."

Just the fact that he liked to go down on women made Ariel's eyes smolder. "Good answer," she replied softly.

"While we're on the subject," he smiled at her, "tell me what turns you on? What do you like to do and have done to you?"

"I like to be on top," she answered, looking at the ceiling as if she were looking for divine inspiration. "Doggie style is defiantly high up there on my list. I've never done it anally, although I don't mind the occasional finger in my ass. I love to have my tits played with, fondled and sucked, and I absolutely adore spontaneous sex. 

"I mean, the -once we go to bed- lovemaking is great, and even the-before we get out of bed- lovemaking is great too, but I also like the 'Hey, I'm in the mood and you turn me on,' lovemaking. The kind where you can do it just about anywhere and it's fun." She then looked at him with a sly smile. "What about you?"

Her nipples were so hard at that point, that Gino could see them perfectly through the T-shirt. "I love foreplay," he replied, leaning back. "I mean hours of it. Calling you up at work to ask you what color panties you're wearing, telling you what I would love to do to you right then and there, sneaking in a little feel her and there, just to get your juices flowing, especially if we're in a place where we can't just rip off our clothes and go for it."

"Like where? Give me an example." Her posture told him he had hit an erogenous button. 

"Like, if we are at a family cookout or something, and I pull you off to the side, say, in an unoccupied bedroom, and I start to kiss you and slip my hand in your panties to rub your clit for just a brief moment. That sort of thing."

Ariel bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Interesting," she replied softly. She then glanced at the wall clock and was amazed to realize that she had been there for almost five hours. "I...I should get going," she said reluctantly. "I don't want to overstay my welcome."

The disappointed look on Gino's face was instant and unmasked, however, when he nodded and started to stand up, she almost told him she was only kidding. If she knew how hard it was for him to agree, she would have agreed to stay until he thought she should leave. 

"I had a fantastic time," he told her softly. "I've never enjoyed anyone's company so completely in my life, and that's including family." He then slid his arms around her waist. "You are an amazing woman, Ariel, and I'm truly blessed to have you in my life, in whatever capacity that may be."

"Thank you for such a wonderful dinner," she told him as their lips connected. It was as deep a kiss as it was brief, the effects of which left them both reeling.

"Let me give you my number," he said quickly. As he handed the slip of paper to her, he smiled weakly. "My offer still stands. I have nothing to do tomorrow, if you want me to help you unpack."

"Then I'll give you a call tomorrow," she smiled, her voice husky. "Goodnight, and thank you again." She leaned in for a final kiss, but pulled away before she became even more aroused than she already was. 

"Night," he replied quietly. "Would you like me to walk you home?"

"I can manage, but thank you anyway," she replied.

As soon as he closed the door, he shoved his hand in his pants to adjust his raging hard on. He was just about to go to his bedroom to ease the pressure on his cock, when a soft knock on the door stopped him. Trying not to appear too eager, he opened the door slowly.

Ariel stood there chewing on her bottom lip. As soon as the door was opened wide enough, she rushed into Gino's arms and kissed him hotly. "I couldn't do it!" she panted in between kisses. "I tried, but I couldn't do it!" Gino had no idea what she was talking about, but whatever it was she couldn't do, he was glad. 

"I have a strict rule that I never sleep with a guy on a first date, because usually that's the only thing he wants in the first place." As she spoke, she was already pulling off the T-shirt. "But I had such an amazing time, and I really want to be a part of your life!" She stopped suddenly, waiting for the stunned man's response.

After almost too long of a silence, he smiled broadly and opened his arms. "Welcome to my life, Ariel Mazzy!" he gushed enthusiastically, and then grabbed her face and kissed her fiercely. As they kissed, he slowly maneuvered her towards the couch. 

Once she was in front of it, he pulled his lips away from hers and sank to his knees, dragging the jams down with him. As soon as her hairy, wet muff was in front of him, he pressed his face into the fur and sent his tongue out on a recon mission. "Oh my God!" she whimpered as she entangled her long fingers into his hair.

His face already soaked, Gino spread her pussy with his thumbs, and as soon as her aroused clit was exposed, he pounced on it. As soon as he had the quivering little nub in his mouth, he used his hands to get himself out of his jeans as quickly as possible. 

When he could go no further in the position they were in, he pulled his face away just long enough to take the jeans all the way off. Once he was free, he pounced back onto her sloppy pussy. "Eatiteatiteatit!" she chanted as she held his face in place and began to grind her gushing pussy into his face.

When she could take no more, she pulled his face away from her. "Fuck me!" she growled as she let go of his hair. A moment later, Gino was pressing the tip of his throbbing meat into her soaked opening. As he slid himself inside her, Ariel gasped and moaned as his thick meat filled her to capacity. 

Her third orgasm started as soon as he entered her, and it didn't stop until he pulled his cock out of her 10 minutes later and let his hot, sticky load gush all over her pussy, thighs and stomach. As soon as he was sure he was done shooting, he slid his rapidly deflating cock back inside her, and then leaned forward to shower her with kisses. "Stay with me," he whispered before his mouth covered hers.



Snow Day: Story 03



This is the third of 6 separate stories that was taken from a much larger piece. They take place on the same day, at the same time, during the same snow storm. Since each is a story all its own, it doesn't matter which one you read first. WK

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Janet Ellard knocked softly on her stepbrother's bedroom door. When she received no reply, she opened the door slowly and peeked inside. Her step-brother Mike Dodson lay sleeping with one arm behind his head, snoring softly. Sitting her slightly plump frame on the edge of his bed, she placed her hand on his chest, shaking him gently. 

"Mike... Mike, wake up. Your mom called and said she wants you to go out and shovel."

"What?" Mike grumbled thickly. "Shovel what?" 

"Snow, bonehead," she replied. 

"You live here too," he huffed as he punched his pillow before rolling over.

"True, but I pay rent here, you don't. Besides, your mother called and said for you to go out and do it."

He was wide awake now as he grinned up at her. "Hey Janet, I got something for ya," he chuckled. 

Janet looked to where he was directing his gaze and saw the faint outline of his morning hard on under the covers. "You're such a pig," she sighed disgustedly. When he suddenly made it jump, she let out a small squeak and jumped off the bed.

"It's alive, Janet, and it's coming to get you!" As he spoke, he wiggled his fingers menacingly and made his cock jump even more. 

"Just get up and go shovel!" she yelled as she ran out of the room, trying to hold back a giggle. 

Janet was 22 and four years older than Mike. Her father had married his mother when she was the same age Mike was now, and the four of them had lived together ever since. Janet wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination. She was, however somewhat pudgy and very plain looking, two specific features that kept most men from getting too close to her. 

The only ones that did get close were the ones that wanted the occasional piece of ass. Her job as a dental assistant didn't help much with her meeting men, as her employer handled mostly senior citizen patients. Of course there were plenty of dirty old men to go around, with some even going so far as to try and get a feel of one of her small breasts, or cop a feel of her plump ass.

Her relationship with Mike had been a rocky one in the beginning. He went from being an only child to suddenly having an older sibling in the house, and therefore had to share almost everything. It was when he started to become interested in girls that their relationship began to change. 

She had caught him, on several occasions, sniffing her panties in the hamper, and trying to walk in on her when she was getting dressed. They still kept up a good front in front of their parents, however it was becoming clearer as the months went by that there was a sexual tension between them. 

Two hours later, a half frozen and snow covered Mike came into the house. Not wanting to track snow through the house to his room, he simply stripped off his frozen, wet clothes right there at the back door, leaving him in just a T-shirt, long johns and socks. When he got to the bathroom door and saw it closed, he let out a heavy, frustrated sigh. "Janet?" he knocked.

"What do you want? I'm taking a bath."

"I have to go to the bathroom, bad," he replied, smiling.

"Liar, you just wanna to come in here and see me naked. Go away! You can have the bathroom when I'm done!"

"C'mon, Janet," he whined, bouncing on his toes slightly. "Just pull the curtain or something! I really gotta go!" 

"Alright, but if you peek, you're dead meat, understand?" She waited until she pulled the shower curtain closed before she told him it was ok for him to come in. A few moments later, she heard the distinct sounds of a man pissing, and resisted the urge to peek herself. 

When she heard him finish, she rolled over on her stomach, just in case he had the notion to peek, even with the threat of death hanging over his head. "Hey. Seeing that I was nice enough to let you pee, how about washing my back for me?"

She heard him laugh a little. "What's in it for me?" 

Pulling the curtain aside so she could peek out, she sighed when she saw him sitting on the toilet lid. "You get to see my naked butt," she replied dryly. 

"What if I want to see more?"

Janet sighed loudly. "I'll tell you what. As soon as the Penthouse issue with my centerfold comes out, I'll buy you a copy and autograph it for you, ok?" The thought of her having any kind of layout in a men's magazine started him laughing. He had to admit he thought she was sexy and cute, although he would only admit that to himself.

"Wow!" he exclaimed as he knelt down beside the tub and pulled back the curtain. "You have a very cute butt," he told her, giving it a pinch.

"Cut it out!" she giggled reluctantly. She was angry with herself for starting to get turned on. "If you aren't gonna wash my back, get out!'

"Ok, ok," he chuckled as he retrieved the soap and a washcloth. Janet knew she was in trouble as soon as she felt him start to slowly soap up her back. He might be only 18, but he sure knew what he was doing when it came to back rubs. "How's that feel?" he asked as he stopped soaping and began to gently massage her entire back. 

Even when he ventured dangerously close to her exposed rump, all she could do was moan softly. When he began to use both hands almost lovingly, she lost it completely. A tiny, delicious little orgasm oozed through her entire body, making her sigh loudly and completely relax her. It wasn't until she felt him run the bar of soap quickly between her alabaster ass cheeks that she jolted back to reality. "What the hell are you doing?" she protested.

"Hey, I'm a full service back washer," he replied. "If I only wash your back, I'm only doing half the job."

Reluctantly she let him wash her twin globes, hating the fact that she was getting even more turned on by the minute. It wasn't until he shoved his hand down further and managed to rub her entire pussy that she kicked him out. 

Once he was gone, she quickly rolled over and finished what he had started, bringing herself to a quick yet somewhat satisfying orgasm by both rubbing her tender clit and fingering her tight pussy at the same time. It was while she was drying herself off that she realized, as satisfying as that orgasm was; she was still ready to go.

Not bothering to dress, she put on her thick, blue terry cloth robe and walked back out to the kitchen. After putting on a pot of coffee, she walked into the living room to look out the window. "Fucking snow," she muttered. It was snowing so hard, she could barely see past the front yard. Knowing full well that there was no possible way she could be seen, Janet opened her robe and exposed her naked body to the snowy world outside.

"Mike, I made coffee, you want some?" No answer. "What did you do, go back to sleep?" When she walked to his room, she could hear the muffled, tinny sounds of music coming from somewhere. Looking in she saw that Mike wasn't asleep, but instead was lying on his bed with headphones on as he looked through a Penthouse magazine, a raging hard on pushing against the front of his long johns. "What are you doing?" she asked, swatting his foot.

"What?" he jumped, pulling the headphones off. "What?" he asked again.

"What are you doing?" she asked again.

"Looking through Penthouse to see if you're pictures are in here," he smirked 

Walking over to look over his shoulder, she simply sighed and shook her head at what she saw. "I made coffee, you want some?" she asked, wishing that she looked as good as the naked woman in the magazine. The model's skin was tanned, her breasts were perfect, and her pussy looked like it received a lot more action than hers probably ever would.

"Nah," Mike smiled, suddenly letting his hand slide under her robe. "You know what I want," he teased.

"Stop it, you pig!" she protested, although made no move to pull away even though his hand was caressing her inner thigh, and dangerously close to her worked up sex. When the backs of his fingers made just enough contact with her pubic hair to tickle her, she jumped. "Quit it!" His hand was stroking her other inner thigh now, and he could feel the heat radiating from between her legs.

"Look Janet," he smiled as he pointed to his crotch. "The beast has risen, and it wants... you!" As he spoke, he boldly let the back of his hand press against her warmth, a soft moan escaping her throat. 

"We can't," she said weakly as she sat on the edge of the bed. She had done so on purpose so she could close her legs to protect herself from his exploring fingers.

"Why can't we?" he asked as he untied the robe's sash. When Janet did nothing, he pulled the robe open so he could see her small but well formed tits. Her nipples, were the color of wet sand, and looked tiny sitting in the large smudge of areola that surrounded them.

"Because! We're like brother and sister!" She knew what he was doing, and she hated herself for not stopping him, or at least pretending to try and stop him. The truth was, she didn't want him to stop.

"But we aren't," he replied seriously as he stroked her erect nipples. 

"You'll tell everybody. I know you will." She watched as he pulled the front of the thermals down, freeing his twitching cock. 

"If you discovered a cave that was full of gold and jewels, would you tell anyone?" he asked, returning to stroke her thighs.

"No, but that's different."

"How is it different?" he asked, suddenly stopping his caressing to sit up. She hated herself even more for wishing he would stop, and then once he had, wishing he would start again. She could feel her pussy tingling, and she didn't have to touch herself to know that she was soaked. 

"We have the perfect situation here!" he continued. "We live together, we aren't related, we live with our parents, so nobody will think anything is going on between us. And, as long as we keep pretending to mutually hate one another, nobody will suspect a thing, and we can have all the guilt free, burden free sex we want with no strings attached."

"How could an 18 year old be so damn logical?" she asked, hating him even more for being right.

Smirking, he held up the magazine. "It's more than just pictures, dude." 

"And you swear nobody will know? Because the first person you tell, not only is it over, but you won't have anything left to do it with anyone else, either. She emphasized the fact by wrapping her hand around his impossibly warm, tantalizingly hard cock and wiggled it.

"I swear it on my balls," he replied, his voice strained. He then moved closer and slowly began to push her robe off her shoulders. He did it slowly to give her time to reconsider, if she wanted to. The way her eyes were narrowed, and the way she was slightly panting, however, told him she was far too gone to recant. 

Once her robe was on the floor, he began to push her back on the bed. As he gently pushed, he raised up on his knees until she was on her back, and he was looking down at her naked body.

"Wait!" she gasped, causing Mike's heart to falter in mid beat. "Do you have condoms? I-I mean, I'm on the pill and all, but, you know... you've done this sort of thing before, right?"

Mike smiled and nodded. "You remember Stacy, right?" he asked as he leaned over her, purposely letting his hard cock drag over her jiggling tits.

"Yeah," Janet replied dryly. "Blonde, big tits, always wore pants so tight they looked painted on and not one coherent thought in her perky, cheerleader head?"

"That's the one," he smiled as he handed Janet the condom package. "We used to fuck like rabbits, sometimes 5 or 6 times a day."

Janet propped herself up on her elbows when she heard that bit of news. "You're kidding! How'd you manage that?"

Smirking, Mike pointed to his bobbing, steel hard cock. "You're about to have the benefit of an 18 year olds stamina. We would go at it for hours at a time, and most of the time, the only way I could get a nut was if she blew me." He then looked down and patted her plump thigh. "I'll also have you know that it usually only takes about 15 minutes between rounds."

Janet let out a small gasp. Maybe this little secret of theirs would be a good thing after all. If it worked out like they imagined (and hoped), both of them could have all the guilt free sex they wanted, with none of the commitment or baggage that went with it. She then waved the condom package at him. "What do you want me to do with this?"

"Hold onto it for a bit. I'm not ready to put it on, yet." She was about to mention that he sure looked ready to her, when she watched him slide off the bed and onto the floor. He had already decided to stop thinking of her as his stepsister, and simply act as if he was with Stacy. "Have you ever had a man eat you?" he asked as he pushed her legs apart.

"A few times," she admitted. "I don't think they were very good at it, though, because it sure didn't get the results you see and hear about all the time."

Caressing her inner thighs gently, Mike smiled up at her from between her now parted legs. She almost laughed, because the way he was positioned, her sparse amount of pubic fur looked like a scraggly goatee. "Well, hopefully, things will be different today," he told her.

When he finally focused his attention on the object of his desire, his cock twitched violently. There it was. Ever since Janet and her father had moved in with them, Mike had gone through great lengths to try to get a peek at Janet's pussy. He had managed to get an all too brief glimpse of it once, however, this was different. 

Sure, he was only twelve at the time, but he had seen enough "nudie mags" by then to know that "the slit was it", a little saying that he and a few of his friends had come up with. And now, here it was, so close to his face, he could feel the heat radiating from it and he could see the juices that seeped down the crack of her ass.

Now that he actually got to see it, he realized he was going to have to treat Janet differently than he had Stacy. Where Stacy's pussy was somewhat gaping and well used, Janet's was "polite", and where Stacy's lips could be stretched out and tied into a knot, Janet's were almost concealed and neatly tucked away. In fact, the only similarities between them were the location on the body, and the plump, well defined mound that surrounded them.

He began by gently, teasingly kissing and licking her inner thighs, starting at her knee and working his way up to the crease where thigh met pelvis. As soon as he reached that crease, Janet let out a loud sigh and parted her legs a little wider. 

As he continued to tease, skirting around and touching everywhere but her hot slit, he let his fingers caress and dance the soft flesh of her pelvis and belly. After only a few minutes of this, the combination of her aroused scent and her loud moaning got the better of him. Pressing his skinny shoulders against the backs of her thighs, he pushed her legs back and open. And then he moved in for the kill.

Spreading her tight pussy apart with his thumbs, he smiled at the way the perfectly pink lips glistened with their slippery wetness. And, although he had no trouble finding it, her clit was much smaller than Stacy's. Ever so slowly, he began to swirl the tip of his tongue on a clockwise motion around the hard little nub. 

Almost instantly, she cried out and began to gently hump her neglected pussy against his tongue. He decided to let her call the shots for the moment, by letting her humping motion dictate when his ridged tongue would enter her tangy slit.

It didn't take long for her to get the rhythm of it, either. She soon knew just how high to raise her ass off the bed so Mike's hot tongue would slide into her waiting hole. She had her first three orgasms this way, the third one being so hard, she had to push his face away. "Tell me," he panted, delighting in the taste of her hot pussy on his lips and tongue. "What positions are you used to doing?"

Janet, still in the throws of aftershocks and afterglow, could barely speak. "I've only done this a few times," she panted, her voice so soft he could barely hear her. "But I've tried a few. Being on top and doggie style are my favorites," she replied finally.

He had also decided he was going to try something different with her. Stacy preferred to have him slamming into her almost as hard as he could for the entire time he was in her. With Janet, however, he was going to try a few things he had just read about. It suddenly became very important to him to be the best lover she had ever had, and not to make her feel like this was just another fuck.

When she felt the bed jostling slightly, she opened her eyes to see his grinning face above hers. "Hello, gorgeous," he whispered suddenly sending a thrill through every inch of her trembling body. None of the men she had ever been with had used terms of endearment to her, and if they did, it only lasted long enough to get her panties off and her legs open. After that, they barely said anything to her. 

She was about to reply when she suddenly felt the tip of his engorged cock press against her soaked opening. He thrilled her even more by gently kissing her lips, before moving his face down to capture one of her hard nipples in his hot mouth. He sucked each only for a moment before he kissed his way up to her throat and neck and making her sigh loudly. 

That was it for her. In that brief moment, she suddenly stopped being plain, uninteresting, unattractive Janet Ellard, and was transformed into Janet Ellard, object of desire and the woman she had always knew she was.

For the moment, at least, Mike was no longer her stepbrother. He was now the man who loved her and was proving his love by treating her like a woman. She suddenly felt her slightly plump legs wrap themselves around his skinny body, and then consciously letting herself go and giving herself to him completely. She wasn't disappointed.

He started slowly, moving in and out of her inch by inch. He did this partly for the fact that he wasn't sure how long it had been since she had had sex, and partly because he wanted to take things slowly. Once he had himself completely inside her, he began to rotate his hips in a clockwise/counterclockwise pattern before extracting himself almost completely out of her, leaving only the swollen head of his meat inside her.

With his hands on either side of her head, he looked down at her, no longer smiling in triumph, but lovingly. He did smile at her reactions when he would stab his cock into her only slightly, listening to her little gasps and cries when she felt him enter. 

He then alternated between swaying his hips from side to side, and then gyrating as he reentered her. Once he had a rhythm he was comfortable with and she seemed to enjoy, he lowered his lips onto hers, and kissed her more deeply than she had ever been kissed in her life.

She was on her seventh or eighth orgasm (she decided to stop counting and simply enjoy the cloud she was on) that he suddenly pulled out of her. "Get that adorable ass of yours in the air, baby," he whispered to her. Barely able to think, let alone move, Janet slowly complied. She could feel her juices oozing from her open gash as she positioned herself for him. Just getting into that position alone gave her another small orgasm.

Mike wasted no time getting himself firmly seated inside her. Once he was there, he began his slow rhythm once more, kneading, caressing, scratching and lightly spanking her ass as he made love to her. Janet, he face buried in a pillow, saying things that she was glad only she could hear. It was when she felt his finger begin to play with her anus that things really got vocal.

Much to her surprise, however, she liked it. Mike was pleased as well, seeing as how he had tried this with Stacy, and received no reaction what so ever. He was also pleased with the resistance he felt as his finger breached the brown opening. When he had tried it on Stacy, it was almost like he was fingering her pussy. 




Snow Day: Story 03



As he wiggled and slid his middle finger in and out of her ass, he reached underneath her slightly bucking body and made contact with her raw clit. That was when she lost it.

She began to buck so hard against his cock that he had to remove his finger from her ass just so he could stay in her. Instantly, Janet's face left the pillow, and a moaning howl tore from her throat. "Fuck me like you love me, Mike!" she wailed, and a moment later her pussy contracted like a vice around his cock. 

The harder she came, the more she messed up their rhythm until he was no longer moving in and out of her, but simply pushing each other back and forth. Finally, with one last wail, Janet launched herself forward and dislodged Mike's cock from her out of control pussy.

For a moment, Mike simply sat back on his haunches and watched Janet's trembling, whimpering form. Something had changed. When he had been out shoveling, all he could think about was what she looked like naked, and what he would do if he could just have her once. 

Even when they had been talking about their guiltless fucking, he would be satisfied with that. Now, however, he felt much different. Without knowing why, he lay down next to her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her wherever his lips could reach.

"Oh my God," Janet whispered, suddenly turning towards him and showering him with kisses. "Give me a few minutes to recover," she sniffed, nuzzling her face into his neck.

"No problem, babe" he replied, gently stroking her hair and face. They had just started a very long, passionate kiss, when the phone rang, making them both jump. 

"I'll get it," Janet said as she scrambled to get up. Mike smiled as he watched her naked form running from the room. A few minutes later, she came back smiling broadly. "That was my father," she told him as she leaned against the doorjamb. "He said they're snowed in over there, and will have to spend the night. "You know what that means, right?"

It took him a moment, but then he caught on. "That means we get to have the whole night alone together," he grinned back.

"Exactly!" she giggled as she pounced on the bed. "Now, let me see about trying to give you back some of the pleasure you gave me." This time it was her turn to push him back on the bed, only she wasn't as gentle. "Oh yeah," she growled as she wrapped her warm hand around his cock. 

Mike knew that Stacy could suck a good cock. He wasn't, however, prepared for the style and expertise at which Janet took care of him. He watched in amazement as Janet slowly took all 7-1/2 inches of his swollen member, right down to his balls. Not even Stacy could do that. After several deep throats, Janet removed her mouth and began to gently bite and lick up and down his shaft, before swallowing him to his pubic hair once more. 

She repeated that several more times before Mike warned her that he was going to "blow". As soon as she heard that, Janet began to pump her hand up and down on his shaft, while keeping her mouth clamped firmly over the head of his prick. 

A few moments later, she heard Mike grunt a warning, as shot after thick, salty shots of cum began to fill her mouth. "Lay there and rest a bit," she smiled at him as she patted him on the ass. "I'll go make us some breakfast so we can recover while we eat. We have a long night ahead of us." 

He awoke a few minutes later to the smell of bacon. As he walked down the hall, he could hear Janet humming happily to herself. In all the time he had known her, he couldn't recall ever hearing her hum. 

Walking up behind her, he slid his arms around her waist, and moved her hair away from her neck with his mouth. Once her warm flesh was exposed, he began to kiss it softly, stopping only once to nibble on her earlobe. "I didn't think it would be like this," he whispered hotly in her ear.

"Neither did I," she moaned as she turned to kiss him. "It wasn't supposed to be."

Now that she was turned towards him, he reached down and slid his hands under her robe, grabbing each cheek of her soft ass and squeezing gently. "You're gonna make me burn the eggs," she moaned weakly. 

With a final spread, he pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her anus and pussy as he kissed her passionately. "Ok," he told her as their lips parted.

"What changed for you?" Janet asked softly as they ate.

"Like you said, it wasn't supposed to be like this. I mean, I've fantasized about seeing you naked and having sex with you since I was 14, but," he shrugged, "I always figured it would be a one shot deal, you know? 

"I mean, I'd probably want more at some point and could maybe talk you into it, but then we decided it was gonna be guiltless and I saw myself banging you and anybody else I wanted. Then we did it." He wanted to say more, but had no idea what else to say. "What about you?" he asked after a long silence.

"When we first moved here, I thought you were a pain in the ass, especially when I caught you sniffing my panties that time."

He smiled and nodded at the memory. "It was the only time you ever caught me," he grinned.

"Then, as we got older, I noticed how you used to look at me, you know? How you used to walk in on me when I was getting dressed. I was annoyed and flattered at the same time. You paid more attention to me than most guys I knew. I mean, I still thought you were a dork and a teenaged horn dog, but still, you were kinda cute."

"Remember that time," he interrupted, "when we were at Aunt Debbie and Uncle Ray's?" Janet nodded as she chewed her food. "Well, I finally got to see your pussy that day, and ever since then I've made it my personal mission to see more of it."

"When did you see it?" she gasped.

"You were sitting on the deck of the pool, and you went to get up. When you lifted your leg and put it in the deck to get up, the crotch was pulled over to the side, and you were peeking out. If you remember, it took me awhile to get out of the pool after that."

"I remember," she nodded. "Your mom was pissed that you weren't getting out to eat."

"I couldn't," he grinned, and then stood up to show her he was once again at full mast, "for this same reason."

"Anyway," Janet continued, "you kind of got me all worked up today when you were washing my back. It felt really good, and no guy ever made me feel that special. Then, when you ran your hand down the crack of my ass and felt me, it made me mad. Not that you did it, but how it made me feel after you did it. You made me feel sexy and wanted. 

"Then, when we were talking in your room, you came up with the idea abut us, and I figured, 'What the hell?' There were plenty of times when I wanted it and you were the only one available. I knew I could have gotten it from you, but it would've been just like every other guy. We would've did it, you would've came, and I would have been left unfulfilled and forced to finish the job myself." 

"So what made you change your mind?" As he spoke, all he could visualize was Janet laying in the room next to his late at night and fingering her own pussy.

"I figured it would be better than nothing. Just knowing I could come home from being out and let you know I wanted sex, and I could get it. No more hurt feelings, no more feeling used when he didn't call me. It would be just like masturbation, only I would be using a real dick instead of a battery operated one." She shrugged and then repeated his same words back to him. "And then we did it."

"And?"

"And, you made me feel like a woman. You made me feel loved and desired. You made me cum more times today than I think I have in my entire life. Well, maybe not more, but certainly way more satisfying than these." She held her hand up and wiggled her fingers.

"So what do we do about it?"

"I say we give it tonight and see how we feel tomorrow. We just might be fueled by lust and nothing else, you know? Maybe once we get all this sex and lust out of our systems, we could just go with our original plan of being each other's fuck buddy."

"Ok," he nodded. "But what if, hypothetically speaking, we still feel the same way two weeks from now? What will we do then?"

Janet narrowed her eyes. "You'll have to give me more details. What are you feeling, right now?"

Mike chewed his bottom lip. "I think I love you, Janet," he blurted out suddenly. "I mean, part of it has to do with the awesome sex, but... it didn't feel like sex, you know? It felt like a connection, like this is the way love and lovemaking was supposed to be about. 

"Stacy and I fucked, and that's all it ever was. I don't think we ever told each other we loved each other, not once. And I didn't think I was going to, either. It was just supposed to be sex. But, Christ, Janet! We fit! We connected, you know? It was like, I don't know, spiritual or something."

"Like I said," Janet replied as she calmly laid down her fork. We'll see what how we feel after tonight, ok?"

"You feel it to, don't you?"

Smiling, tears welling up in her eyes, she nodded. He was up in a flash, and suddenly he was tilting her head back and kissing her with a passion neither of them had ever known before. As they kissed she stood, and the next thing she knew, her robe was in a heap on the floor and Mike was helping her to sit on the table. 

He was in her in an instant, the feeling of his hardness filling her to capacity alone made her cum. He had been so used to lasting so long without cumming that he was too surprised to stop when he climaxed as well, filling her so full of cum that a lot of it spit out as his cock slid in and out of her. "That's never happened before," he panted, staring into Janet's pretty green eyes.

"Good thing I'm on the pill then, huh?" she smiled, drawing him closer to her with her legs.

That was how they spent the rest of the night, breaking only once so Janet could shower while he went out to take care of what the storm had dropped since his last outing, and the plows had deposited and the end of the driveway. When he came back in, he also showered, and then went and snuggled with Janet on her bed. 

As they talked, they came up with ways of making the night more interesting. Janet had a few fantasies that would be easy enough to fulfill with a little role-playing. The first of which was a trip back in time for both of them. They had decided to reenact her catching Mike sniffing her panties, him seeing her pussy for the first time at his uncle's cookout, and him walking in on her while she was changing. 

By the time they were exhausted enough to go to bed, the sun was already on the horizon. They had just climbed into their own beds when they heard the sound of their parents arriving home.



Snow Day: Story 04



This is the forth of 6 separate stories that was taken from a much larger piece. They take place on the same day, at the same time, during the same snow storm. Since each is a story all its own, it doesn't matter which one you read first. WK

*

Parker Lane woke up with an agonizing groan. He had rolled over and crushed his rock hard piss hard on, and the pain jolted him awake. Momentarily disoriented, he got up slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. 

Then, with sudden clarity, he realized that it was much too light out. "Fuck! I'm late!," he grumbled as he rushed to open his door. With his bobbing, aching dick leading the way, he walked as quickly as he could to the bathroom. 

He sighed loudly as the release of too much coffee and soda from the night before rushed out of his body, thinking the only better feeling was sex. Once he was done, he glanced at his watch and his heart sank. It was already 9:30. Why hadn't his alarm gone off? 

Back in his room, he was just about to check the alarm clock, when he glanced outside. Another loud sigh of relief rushed from him, when he realized there would be no school today. 

The snow was coming down so hard and heavy, he could barely make out the street. It was then that he remembered that he and his mom had a house guest, a woman that his mother had known from her college days had come to stay with them awhile. She was trying to get a fresh start on life, and his mother thought it would be a good idea to have her live with them to help make ends meet.

Parker wasn't prepared for his "Aunt" Lydia. She was pretty much the total opposite of his straight-laced, neat freak mother. Yes, he thought his mother was beautiful, but Lydia was just short of stunning. At 45, she still had the body of a late twenty-something and the attitude to match. 

She laughed, she joked, she teased, and she had fun. Parker had spent most of the time trying desperately not to look at Lydia's slightly sagging but still good to look at breasts, and the awesome camel toe she had crammed into possibly the tightest stretch pants he had ever seen on a woman. 

The pants, whose creator he would forever praise, were like a second skin on Lydia's body, showing off every aspect of the woman's curves, bulges and cellulite. He was thankful that he wasn't being paid much attention to, wrestling with hiding his obvious "pleasure" in what she was wearing, and trying to keep from being caught staring at her.

"Well, good morning!" Lydia called to him as he came down the stairs. When he saw that all she had on was a skimpy T-shirt and high cut panties, he almost tripped on himself and fell down the stairs. 

"Keep your eyes off the prize," he screamed in his head. "Morning, Lydia," he smiled, groaning softly as she embraced him when he reached the landing. "I take it I don't have school today?"

"Nope, looks like you've got a nice 3 day weekend," she replied cheerfully. She then pointed to the kitchen table, something she did so quickly that it caused her large, unencumbered breasts to swing and sway under the T-shirt. "I made you breakfast, but I wasn't sure what you wanted to drink, so I didn't get you anything."

"Thank you," he smiled weakly, trying to look anywhere but in her direction. He knew the safest place to look would be directly into her pretty gray-blue eyes, but if he even attempted to look in her direction, his eyes would instantly wander in dangerous directions. "Aren't you going to eat, too?" he asked as he sat, trying to make polite conversation. He also figured, if she were sitting at the table with him, he would have no choice but to look her in the eyes.

"Thank you for offering, sugar, but I'm just going to tidy up a bit." As he ate, he watched her picking up things that had been strewn around the house, mostly her things. And as she cleaned, she did an awful lot of bending over, not only allowing him to fully see her breasts under the T-shirt, but also giving him a nice view of the incredible plump package she had hidden beneath her stretch pants.

That soft bulge intrigued him, the way it pushed against the cotton fabric and showed only the slightest hint of camel toe split. His cock agreed with him as well; for a woman in her forties, she certainly looked good. After he was almost caught looking a third time, he decided the safest thing to do would be to finish his breakfast and then go out and tackle the quickly accumulating snow that was piling up outside. "Come in if you get too cold or tired," she said to him as he walked out the door.

The whole time he was outside, his mind created all types of scenarios, all of which involved him and Lydia in one sexual embrace or another. After each one, however, he would chuckle to himself. "Like that'll ever happen," he muttered. "You only read about that stuff in magazines, or see it in movies and hear about it in locker rooms. It doesn't happen to real people." 

Once he realized that trying to keep up with the blizzard's wrath after getting rid of what it had dumped thus far was futile, Parker went back into the house. After a hot shower, he threw on a pair of sweats and a long sleeved T-shirt and went down stairs to see if he could ogle Lydia's body some more.

"What're you watching?" he asked as he sat on the couch. To be on the safe side, he sat at the opposite end from her, both to get a better angle at checking her out, and to keep himself from suddenly losing it and attacking the hot, older woman.

"Jerry Springer," she replied, the slight hint of a Southern drawl in her voice. The way she was sitting on the couch made his cock twitch. One leg was drawn up under her, while the other was placed flat footed on the cushion so she could wrap her arm around her leg. 

This position left that beautiful bulge that he found so fascinating fully exposed to his viewing pleasure. And seeing as how she was so wrapped up in the show, she never noticed him looking, although he did his best not to stare for too long a period of time.

"Was there anything you wanted to see?" she asked as the show concluded.

Parker shook his head. "Nope, anything you want to watch is fine with me," he smiled.

Lydia surprised him with a chuckle. "No, what I mean is, you keep staring between my legs. You've been doing it all morning. I was just wondering if there was anything there you wanted to see."

At first, panic nearly froze his pounding heart. He had been caught, and she would most likely tell his mother. Then, in a brief instant, something came over him. If he was going to get into trouble, he might as well do it in a grand fashion. With a boldness he never thought he could muster, he smiled at her. "As a matter of fact, yes," he smiled. I've been enjoying looking at you all morning, and I would love to see you naked." 

He waited for the face slap, the screaming of "Pervert!" or the "Wait until your mother gets home" line. Instead, what he got was, "All you had to do was ask, sugar," and then watched, slack jawed as she pulled off the T-shirt, and then peeled off the stretch pants. Once those were off, she giggled and tossed them in his lap, and then leaned back and spread her legs wide. "Is that better?" she asked, as she put one foot on the floor and draped the other over the back of the couch.

It was then that he found out why her pussy bulged. Lydia had possibly the fattest pussy he had ever seen. It was as if someone had taken a mound of flesh, and then heaped it on the spot where her pussy should be. 

Thick, dark, protruding lips, the kind he's seen in some of the dirtier men's magazines, spilled forth from that mound of flesh, looking more like pieces of roast beef squished between a bun that was too small to hold it all. Her tits, when he finally remembered to look at them, were large and slightly sagging, with huge areolas the color of wet sand. 

"Holy shit!" Parker whispered as he gawked at her plump, damp pussy. He was so dumbfounded, he didn't even bother to try and hide his sudden erection from her.

"Is that all?" she asked, almost sounding disappointed. 

"All?" he repeated, his throat suddenly dry.

"Yes, sugar," she smiled. "Is this all you wanted, was to see me naked and spread like a centerfold? You can take a closer look, if you want." As Parker grinned and began to lean forward, Lydia stopped him with her foot. 

"Not so fast, sugar." She then extended her leg and rubbed her bare foot over his hard on. "I want to see, too. It's only fair, right?" Grinning stupidly, Parker nearly killed himself getting out of his clothes. "My, my, my, she breathed as she hungrily eyed his throbbing meat. "What do you say we take this up to my room? My bed is bigger than this ol' couch, and we can get more up close and personal there," she winked.

"Ok!" he croaked, too dumfounded to think of anything else to say.

"Have you done anything like this before?" she asked as they walked up the stairs.

"I've had sex a couple of times," he told her, staring at her ass as he followed her.

"What did you do?" He watched as she sat down on the edge of her bed and then patted the spot right next to her. "Show me. Pretend I'm her."

"It was kind of rushed, you know? I mean, we were in her bedroom and we were supposed to be studying. We were kind of sitting just like we are now, and I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. That was when she let out this moan, and the next thing I knew, we were makin' out." He then kissed Lydia on the cheek, and she let out a loud moan and began to kiss him frantically.

As they kissed, Parker let his hands cup her soft tits, pulling and pinching her nipples slightly. And as they slowly fell back on the bed, he let his hand slide over her belly and over her plump pussy. "Then what did you do?" Lydia panted.

"She was wearing a skirt," he panted in reply, "so we didn't have to risk getting completely naked. I pulled off her panties and then undid my pants just enough for my dick to come out. Then I climbed on top of her." As he spoke, he was starting to do a reenactment when Lydia stopped him.

"How was it the second time?"

"Pretty much the same, except this time we were in the back seat of my mom's car. We were at the mall, so we were kind of rushed there, too."

"Didn't you think it should be more?" she asked as she rubbed his chest. She could feel his cock twitching and throbbing against her thigh. She wanted him in her as badly as she figured he wanted to be in her, but wanted to give him something he would remember the rest of his life.

"Of course," he told her, taking his mouth away from her nipple long enough to reply. I wanted to do it all. Everything I had ever read about or saw, I wanted to try. But there was never any time for all that. We were never alone long enough for any of that to happen."

"What did you want to happen?" She then realized that she was getting turned on by hearing about his first sexual experiences, and by the fact that she was now in a position (pardon the pun) to actually give him the experiences he had wanted, as well as fulfill her own fantasies of having a much younger lover.

"I wanted a blow job," he panted. "I wanted to have her pussy in my face and I wanted to do her doggie style."

Suddenly, without a word, Lydia pushed him back on the bed. In one swift motion, she swung her leg over his body and squished her dripping pussy in his face, while swallowing his cock at the same time. Grunting and moaning as she sucked him, she ground her slippery slit all over Parker's bewildered face. 

She didn't taste as good as he would have liked her too, and she certainly didn't smell as good as Rhonda had, but he was living a fantasy! "Stick your tongue in me!" Lydia demanded as she rubbed her tingling clit against his nose. "Lick my clit!"

Parker complied eagerly, although it was hard to do while she was smearing her pussy all over his face. Just as he was starting to get the hang of what he was doing, Lydia pulled her mouth off his cock, leaned back her head and howled. "Make me cum, you bastard!" she yelled, and then howled once more. He couldn't breath, and as he was just about to push her off of him, she thankfully dismounted on her own. He watched as she moved next to him, staying on her knees and putting her ass in the air. "Doggie style!" she demanded, pumping her ass in the air. "And don't be gentle!"

He scrambled to his knees and grabbed her pumping, jiggling ass cheeks in his hands. After missing a few times, he finally managed to connect with her slick opening, and shoved his cock in her as far as it would go. Lydia screamed into the mattress as she began to savagely slam her sloppy box against his pelvis. 

If she had been even remotely as tight as Rhonda, he would have blown his load as soon as he had entered her. Thankfully, however, he was only just barely able to feel her warm hole as she slammed his meat into her. "Spank my ass!" she yelled, "spank it fucking hard!"

Once again, he complied, leaving large, red hand prints on her wobbling ass cheeks. Then, completely on a whim, he shoved his finger in her asshole. Lydia screeched something, however, with her face buried in a pillow, he couldn't understand her. 

Using her own juices, he continued to wet and finger her until he was able to get three fingers into the brown hole. Once that was accomplished, he withdrew his cock from her gaping pussy, and shoved it in her ass. 

He heard her gasp hard and loud as his cock violated her. In a matter of moments, however, she was ramming against him just as hard as she was when he was in her pussy. He then began to spank her ass again, hitting one of her cheeks every time his cock was almost out of her ass. As he fucked her ass, she frantically fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit. And as he began to feel the hot squirts of her ejaculating pussy on his leg, he filled her ass full of his own cum.

Parker Lane woke up with an agonizing groan. He had rolled over and crushed his rock hard piss hard on, and the pain jolted him awake. Momentarily disoriented, he got up slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. He then let out a heavy sigh. It was only a dream. Looking outside, he saw it was snowing just as badly as it had been in his dream. He didn't even have to look at the alarm to know that he didn't have any school.

After taking his much needed piss, he walked down stairs. Lydia was dressed exactly as she had been in his dream, and she even called out the same "Good morning!" to him. "This is way too fucking weird," he thought to himself. 

As he watched her clean as he ate the breakfast she had made him, he decided to say fuck it and see just how much of this dream was going to come true. As he put his plate in the sink, her turned to Lydia and smiled. "You know, you are a very sexy woman with a great looking body. Can I see you naked?"

"Sure!" she smiled as she pulled off her shirt. "All you have to do is ask!" 



Snow Day: Story 05



This is the fifth of 6 separate stories that was taken from a much larger piece. They take place on the same day, at the same time, during the same snow storm. Since each is a story all its own, it doesn't matter which one you read first. WK

*

Matt Crowley yawned as he stretched. He already knew he didn't have school today, because he had woken up to use the bathroom and had seen the rapidly mounting snow outside. As he walked down the hallway, he could smell the morning's breakfast being made. When he entered the kitchen, however, he was surprised to see their next door neighbor Mrs. Conley in the kitchen, instead of his mother.

"Morning," he yawned again. The sound of his voice startled Mrs. Conley so much, that she literally threw the box of cereal she was holding and sent the small, round O's scattering in all directions.

"Morning yourself," she muttered as she squatted down to pick up the cereal. As she squatted, Matt got a good look between her legs. She was wearing sweat pants, but they did little to hide the bulge of her crotch. 

"Sorry," he muttered as he too squatted down to help her pick up the cereal. "I didn't mean to scare you." He then pretended to look around the room. "Where's my mom and dad?" he asked, letting his eyes flick back to the bulge.

"Your mother went into labor at 1 this morning," Gloria Conley replied. "They asked me to come over and stay with you while they were gone."

"I'm eighteen," Matt grumbled. "I don't need a babysitter."

"Maybe not," Gloria replied, "but with this storm, there's no telling how long they'll be stuck at the hospital." It was then that she became aware that Matt was looking between her legs. For a moment, it started to turn her on, to think that someone as young as Matt would actually be interested in her body. Lord knows her husband David hadn't seemed that interested anymore.

Matt decided to tempt fate. The worst that could happen was she would tell his parents, and he would be in trouble. As he reached for cereal between her legs, he let the back of his hand gently brush against the protruding bulge.

As soon as she felt it, Gloria let out a small gasp. "It was an accident," she told herself, opting to not say anything about it. When it happened again, a feeling of excitement and anger ran through her at the same time. "Stop that," she warned, although not too convincingly.

"Stop what?" Matt asked, trying to sound innocent.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Mathew Crowley," she told him, already feeling her face turning bright red. "Leave the cereal that's under me alone, I'll get it myself."

Matt gave her his most disarming grin, the same grin that got him almost all the way with Wendy Hooper last summer. If it wasn't for her nosey little sister, he probably could have fucked her. "It's ok," he smiled. "It's my fault that this happened, so I should do most of the picking up." As he spoke, he did it again, this time more blatant.

"Mathew Crowley, I'm a married woman and much too old for you." She was angry with herself for not slapping him, or at least getting up and walking away and leaving him to pick up the mess he had caused himself. She was even angrier at herself for not wanting him to stop.

"Ah," he smiled. "I noticed you said married woman, and not happily married woman," he told her, this time boldly rubbing the tips of his fingers over the bulge. When he heard Gloria sigh, his smile widened.

"That's not the point," she retorted, although her response sounded weak. At that point, Matt leaned in and kissed her. It was soft, at first, and when she didn't pull away, he let his tongue slip past her lips.

"Stop it!" she hissed firmly, as if she were worried someone would hear her. Instead of stopping, he leaned in again. This time, his kiss was deeper and more meaningful, and when she moaned loudly, he almost yelled himself. "We mustn't!" she whimpered, although her body language told him differently. Her nipples were already rock hard, and her neglected pussy was already starting to tingle and dampen.

"Shhhh," Matt whispered as he tried to slip his hand under her T-shirt. As he tried, he once again startled Gloria, this time causing her to fall backwards on her ass, with her legs spread wide. Matt looked boldly between her legs and smiled wickedly. "I'm assuming that the little wet spot you have there wasn't there before I got up, correct?"

"Correct, you little bastard," she replied hotly, her voice bitter. She still had no idea if she was mad that this was happening, or mad that she was letting it continue. 

She had been struggling with her husbands neglect for nearly six months. She had thought that they had a good marriage, however, that changed when she began to see the signs. Suddenly working late and not getting home until after supper, leaving to go "help out a buddy" on the weekends, the phone calls where the person on the other end hung up as soon as she answered the phone, and the telephone number in his wallet that, when she called, a woman answered. 

The final clues were the credit card receipts for items that she knew weren't for him and she had never received, and the one charge for a motel room that she had never been to. Now she found herself wanting the brief little encounters they had shared. Even the ones that left her longing for more, the ones that had been nothing more than for his pleasure only and made her have to finger herself to orgasm. 

She would have gladly taken those over the complete nothing she had now. She had been with Steve for 22 years, and it would do no good for either of them for her to stoop to his level. At least, that was what she convinced herself of until she saw the large hard on that pushed against the front of Matt's pajamas. 

"It's getting bigger," Matt's said, his voice interrupting her thoughts. 

"What is?" she snapped, still struggling with the situation.

"Your wet spot," he smiled.

She extended her hand to him with a loud sigh. Once she was back onto her knees, she continued to pick up the mess. "Now what are you doing?" she growled when she once again felt his hand brushing her ass.

"You have cereal stuck to your cute butt," he told her, his eyes smoldering as they stared directly into her own.

"I'm 42 years old, Matt," she huffed, suddenly aware of how sensitive her hard nipples had become as the scraped the thin fabric of the T-shirt. "I have cellulite and my butt sags, there's no way that it's even remotely cute." 

She squeaked when he gave one of her fleshy cheeks a pinch. "Ah, but that's where you are totally wrong, Mrs. Conley. You have an amazing body, especially when you wear those tight jeans and halter tops."

"Nice of you to notice," she replied sarcastically. 

"Believe me, I'm not the only one," he replied, smiling.

A small jolt ran through her heart. It was so sudden she stopped what she was doing for a moment. Just the thought of other men, even other "young" men like Matt thinking she had a nice body, thrilled her for a moment. "Yeah?" she asked finally, trying to sound as sarcastic as she had been a moment before. "Like who?"

"You know," he shrugged, "the rest of the guys I hang out with." He then smiled smugly. "Most of them are jealous because I have you as my neighbor." He then blushed a bit. "I kind of make up stories about you to them, none of them true, but they don't know that. I-I'm sorry."

"What kind of stories?" She was trying desperately to not appear interested or pleased. However, the more Matt spoke, and the more she caught him eyeing her body, the more turned on she became.

"Nothing bad, really," he replied quickly. "You know, stuff like how I got to see you in your bikini laying out in the sun, and when you got up to answer the phone, your top fell off, or how sometimes I'd see you running around in your house naked, like you were running from the shower because you forgot a towel or something. Stories like that."

Gloria smiled coldly and nodded. "And I suppose if you managed to seduce me today, this would be a nice little feather in your cap, huh? Banging Mrs. Conley would make you quite the hero to your little group of horn dog friends, is that it?" She was angry, mostly because she had thought that Matt was actually turned on by her, but instead, he was more interested in his social status among his friends. 

"No way!" he protested earnestly. "I've fantasized about you for a long time, Mrs. Conley! And telling the guys that I got to do anything with you, would be the same thing as telling them I found a place to get free pot or something!" 

He then shook his head. "No, this would be strictly a secret between you and me, a secret I'd take to my grave." He then caught her off guard and kissed her again. This time, when he pulled away, he whispered, "I promise."

Gloria said nothing as she moved around, scooping up the rest of the cereal. She was so worked up now, her crotch felt hot and she could feel the dampness he had caused. She then thought about all the movies and TV shows she had seen, the ones where other women her age had taken themselves younger lovers, and, as dangerous as it was, it had added a certain thrill and intrigue to their otherwise drab and neglected lives.

"I'm going to ask you a question," she said finally, "and I want you to answer me with the truth, understand?" Matt smiled and nodded eagerly. "Why do you want to have sex with me?" 

"Because you're hot!" he blurted. "I've wanted to have sex with you ever since I saw my first Playboy, and I realized just what it was that women were hiding under their clothes."

"And it's also something you're going to brag to your friends about, right?" As she spoke, she was cleaning up the rest of the mess and not really looking at him. She had to look away, because the sight of his throbbing young cock pushing against his pajama bottoms was turning her on. It had been a long time since she had caused someone to get a hard on over her, and the thought excited her.

"No way! I swear it! Nobody will ever know but you an me, I swear!" 

"Will I be your first?" She knew she was torturing him, and she was enjoying it.

"No, I've had sex before, a couple of times," he replied. "Mostly I just, uh, take care of myself, though."

"I know the feeling," she thought to herself. "What have you experienced?"

Matt furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

"What kind of sex have you had?" she sighed. When he still stared at her blankly, she rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. "Who was on top? Did you eat her pussy? Did she suck your cock? Did you do it in her ass? I want details, Matt!"

All this talking had his cock screaming. He had never been hard for this long. By the time he had even remotely been this turned on, he would have ducked into a bathroom or someplace private faster than Clark Kent did to change into Superman. "I've had blowjob, I did it doggie style, I've been in a sixty-nine and I had a girl on top."

"Did you like eating pussy, Matt?" Gloria's voice had suddenly gone husky and deep.

"Well, I wish she had been a little cleaner, but yeah, I liked it a lot."

Gloria wanted to drag this out a little longer, however, she was so turned on at this point, she couldn't continue. She did decide to not let him know that he had gotten to her. She still had to have him believe she was in control. The best way to do that, was to give him some rules. "Ok, stud, these are the rules, ok?"

"Rules?" he thought, suddenly aware that his cock was starting to deflate. Nothing major, but it was happening. "Ok," he replied simply.

"Rule number one: This is a one time thing. No matter how much either one of us enjoys it, this is the only time it will happen, got it?" Matt nodded, so she continued. "Rule number two: Not one single solitary soul will hear of this. If so much as a hint of what we are going to do gets back to me, I'll suddenly burst into tears and tell them that you raped me, and the only reason that it's taken me so long to say anything, is that I was afraid you would hurt me if I told anyone."

As soon as she saw Matt's face was starting to pale, and the tent in his pajamas was starting to go down, she decided to add a little positive rule to boost his ego. "Rule number three: We will have any kind of sex you want, for as long as you want. I figure, with the storm being as bad as it is, we're going to be stuck here for awhile so we might as well make the best of it. In other words, as many times as you can get it up today, we can have sex." Just the thought of that alone seemed to brighten Matt's disposition, which became noticeable in his pajama bottoms right away.

"You said you fantasized about me," she said, breaking the awkward silence. "Tell me, how did you see us getting together?"

Matt's face went instantly red. "Well, I always fantasize that it's you that comes on to me. One is where you come over to see my mom, but she's not home. You're wearing a really tight pair of shorts and a white tube top, and your nipples are, like, pushing against the fabric." He then pointed at her. "Like they are now," he smiled. 

"Another one is where you're laying out in the back yard on your back, and then you see me outside, and you ask me to come over and put some suntan lotion on your back for you."

Gloria nodded, slightly impressed at his imagination. "This situation we had today was a pretty good one too, wasn't it?" she asked. 

Matt smiled and nodded, and then looked down at his protruding cock. "Worked for me," she replied a little sheepishly.

"I see that," she nodded. "Why don't we work with that? Go back in your room and then come out like you did, and we'll take it from there." The thought was so appealing to him, his cock gave a visible jump.

As Matt went back to his room, he briefly thought about quickly jerking off, just to ensure he would have the staying power Gloria would probably require. The only thing that stopped him, was the fact that Gloria had told him that as often as he could get it up, they would have sex, and that was all he needed to hear.

In the kitchen, Gloria's heart raced. She was excited about what she was about to do, but she was also scared. She was about to cheat on her husband, something she vowed to never do, even though he had cheated on her numerous times. She was tired of her own fingers and toys, however, and she had talked herself into thinking she owed it to herself. 

This was, after all, a one time thing and she was going to make the best of it. She surprised herself by quickly taking off her sweatpants. She wasn't wearing panties, and the T-shirt was long enough to come down almost to her knees. It would be interesting to see how Matt reacted to this, and the scenarios that ran through her mind went straight to her tingling pussy.

Matt walked around the corner and was pleasantly surprised when he saw Gloria no longer wore her sweatpants. Fighting the urge to simply slip up behind her and pull her T-shirt up enough to get a look at her ass, he continued with the original scenario. "Morning," he said, trying to sound like he had originally. 

Gloria was startled once again, although if it was feigned or real, Matt couldn't tell. The only thing different was Gloria spilled a bowl of cereal this time, instead of half the box. "Morning yourself," she replied, squatting down to pick up the cereal. Once again, Matt's eyes were drawn between the older woman's legs. This time, however, he was treated to the sight of Gloria's trimmed mound and moist, hanging pussy lips.

"I'm sorry I scared you," he told her as he knelt on the floor to help her pick up. As he had done before, he reached between her parted legs, and let the back of his hand brush against her moist flesh. "Oh, what's this I see?" he asked playfully.

Gloria's face turned red instantly. "Now Matthew, I'm pretty sure a handsome young man like you knows exactly what that is," she answered him while still picking up the cereal.

"It's very nice," he told her, rubbing his finger against her once more.

"Thank you," she replied softly. "Be careful, Matt. It's been a long time since a man has touched me there."

"Why should I be careful?" he asked, this time letting the tip of his finger get wet.

"Because," Gloria replied, a slight shudder in her voice. "I'm a married woman and 24 years older than you, that's why," she replied.

"Where are my parents?" he asked, this time letting his hand slide under her shirt. Her hard nipples felt warm against his hands, and her large breasts were soft and warm as well.

"Your mom went into labor," she replied quickly, "I came over this morning when they left for the hospital. We're all alone."

"Yes, we are," he replied, moving in for a kiss. After kissing her slow and deep, he slowly pulled his lips off hers, noticing her eyes were still closed. 

"We mustn't!" she panted, suddenly falling backwards as if trying to get away. "Have some cereal!" she breathed.

Matt was too stunned to say anything at the moment. When Gloria had fallen back, her legs parted, just as they had the first time, only now, her neatly trimmed, dark lipped pussy was exposed to view and aimed right at him. 

"Don't mind if I do," Matt replied slowly. As he spoke, he reached into the bowl that Gloria was holding and took a handful of cereal. Instead of popping them into his mouth, however, he instead sprinkled the round cereal onto and around Gloria's wet pussy.

"What-what are you doing, Matthew?" she breathed, trying not to moan.

"Eating breakfast," Matt replied, slowly lowering his mouth between her legs. Using the tip of his tongue, Matt began to teasingly lick the small cereal rings from off of her hot flesh. As he licked and kissed her warm, soft flesh, Gloria's legs quivered on either side of his head.

As soon as Matt's tongue came into contact with her slightly exposed clit, Gloria let out a loud moan. "Please, Matt!" she panted as he pushed her legs up and open wider. On the outside, Gloria pretended to be shocked and scared. On the inside, however, her mind was saying something completely different. "That's it, you little bastard," she growled silently. "Eat my pussy!" It didn't take long before she was involuntarily pumping her hips in rhythm to Matt's inexperienced tongue.

"Don't stick your finger in my pussy while you eat me!" she warned. "If you do, you'll make me cum!"

Matt took the hint and slid his middle finger deep into Gloria's soaked pussy. Almost instantly Gloria began to moan and cry out, grinding her pelvis harder against his finger and face. "I warned you!" Gloria cried suddenly. "You bastard! You're...making...me...cum!"

He looked up just in time to see Gloria lift up her shirt and expose her large, jiggling tits, her hard, coffee colored nipples making small circles as she rode his face. At first, he thought she was faking, not believing that one, a woman could cum that quickly, and two, that he would be responsible for her orgasm. When he saw the contorted look on her face, however, he realized that she really was having an orgasm.

Gloria couldn't believe he made her cum so quickly, either, although she was too caught up in the long overdue, almost forgotten euphoria of pleasure to think about it just then. She had had some good ones when she masturbated, but none of them rivaled this one. 

"I want you on the kitchen table," he panted as he started to get up. Looking down on her and seeing her naked and exposed, her flushed skin pink and warm, a huge grin crossed his face. He wasn't quite sure if she was roll playing at that point or truly in awe of what he had just given her. Either way, it made his already throbbing cock feel that much harder and twitch with anticipation.

"On the table?" she asked as he helped her up, her voice still quivering. It became obvious as she walked, that she was still feeling the effects of his tonguing. "That's-that seems so...dirty!" She really didn't feel that way, however. Just the thought of a man, any man, willing to just put her on a table and fuck her made her pussy tingle all over again.




Snow Day: Story 05



Matt said nothing as he positioned her on the table like he wanted her. She gasped loudly when he finally dropped his sweats and brought his raging hard on into view. It was only about six and a half inches in length, but what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in girth, and Gloria found herself spreading almost eagerly to accept him.

The moan that escaped her throat as he slid into her was nothing like either of them had ever heard before. She could feel every inch of him as he pushed his wide, throbbing meat past the glistening folds of her slippery, soaked pussy. When she finally felt his pelvis push roughly against hers, she stopped moaning and gave a loud, satisfied grunt. Never had she felt anything so delicious!

"Slow and easy or fast and hard?" Matt asked, his voice anxious and strained. The feeling of her hot, velvety pussy wrapped around his cock was almost too much for him. 

"How about slow and hard?" Gloria cooed. She was no longer angry that this felt so good, or ashamed that she let herself stoop to her husband's level. She decided to just enjoy it, even if this was the only pleasure she received for the rest of their day together. "Pull it out nice and slow then ram it in nice and hard," she panted, her head back, her eyes tightly closed, and her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

Matt complied, slowly extracting his cock until the parted fold of her glistening pussy were kissing the purple tip of his cock. She wasn't prepared, however, for the force at which he would slam the rod back into her. When he did, Gloria let out a loud, though satisfied cry as the edge of the table hit the wall. 

When their pelvis' met again, juices from her overly lubed gash sprayed both their quivering thighs. On a whim, Matt ground his pelvis against hers, making his raging cock swirl around inside her. When he lowered his mouth onto one of her swaying nipples, Gloria started to cum.

Every stroke he gave her after that only intensified her orgasm. She could feel his hardness dragging out of her until the tips was nearly dislodged, and when he slammed his meat back into her, she could feel every inch reenter. 

In only a few short strokes, the room took on the sounds and feel of a porno movie. Grunts and cries mixed with the sounds of squishing, farting noises from between them, and the sound of the table hitting the wall with every thrust. The only thing missing was the raunchy, cheesy background music.

"I'm gonna blow!" Matt announced suddenly, snot oozing out of his nose and spittle spraying from his contorted mouth. A few seconds later, he removed his cock completely from her overly sensitive, contracting gash, and let a hot load of cum squirt all over her belly, thighs and bouncing tits. 

When he laid his rapidly deflating cock onto her singing clit, Gloria pulled him to her trembling body and held him tightly. He was still pumping his hips slightly, and every movement sent a jolt of painful pleasure through her raw clit, and caused her entire body to twitch along with his.

"I-I'm sorry I came so quickly," Matt apologized.

Gloria smiled into his hair. "You did fine, Matt," she told him, her voice a little weak. "That's better than I've had in a very long time." It was then that they heard the snow plow. "Go," she said softly, patting him on the ass. "Go out and shovel, get rested up. Like I said, we will have all day together to play and explore."

Looking up at her, he smiled and nodded. "What are you going to do?"

"Rest myself," she replied. "You gave me quite a work out. I'm going to soak in a hot bath, and think of some other games we can play."

Matt smiled, liking the thought of that. "I'll think of some too," he replied, and then kissed her slow and deep.



Snow Day: Story 06



This is the last of 6 separate stories that was taken from a much larger piece. They take place on the same day, at the same time, during the same snow storm. Since each is a story all its own, it doesn't matter which one you read first. WK

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Kevin Stockton made his way through the sometimes blinding snow and stepped over three foot high drifts. "You better be fucking home, Marcel, or so help me I'll kick your ass," he muttered as he stepped into another large drift and snow made it to the inside of his boot.

Walking up to the front door, her almost slipped and fell down the five cement steps when he hit a patch of ice at the top. Ringing the doorbell, he stood bouncing from foot to foot in the frigid air as he looked around at the surrounding houses. It seemed like everyone who would normally be gone to work or school at this time, was staying home. He was just about to ring the doorbell once more, when he heard the locks being worked on the inside.

"Hey Gail," he waved, "is Marcel around?"

Gail Monet was 32 and slightly plump, with reddish brown hair and a very cute face. The problem with her getting dates was the fact that she was slightly overweight and she also was blind in her left eye. Although she tried not to show it, she had a slight crush on Kevin, mostly because he didn't make fun of her like everyone else did. Even though he was 9 years younger than her, she still could see herself dating him. 

Opening the door slightly so Kevin could hear her, she shook her head. "Nah, him and my dad are stuck at my grandmother's house. They went over there early this morning to get her snow blower working, and this storm came up rather quick and stranded them there."

Kevin hung his head and sighed. "Well, as long as I'm here, you might as well give me a shovel so I can take care of some of this mess for you. I almost broke my ass on this patch of ice," he told her as he scraped his foot over the small but thick patch.

"Stuffs in the garage," she smiled slightly. Thanks."

When Kevin finished an hour later, he was sweaty, tired and hungry, and knew he had at least another twenty minute walk back home. Normally, the walk would have taken him less than eight minutes, but with the storm being what it was, however, it was going to be longer.

He had just finished putting the shovel and ice chopper away, when the garage door opened and Gail poked her head out. "Thank you so much!" she smiled. "Why don't you come in for awhile and get dried off and warmed up. I'll make you some soup or something."

The concept of walking back home sweaty and hungry appealed to him as much as cutting off his own nuts at that point. So, with a tired smile, he agreed. As soon as he stepped into the room, the warmth of the house engulfed him and he smiled and sighed. 

"Go ahead and take off your stuff," she told him, handing him a towel. I'll go see what Marcel has in his closet that'll fit you, so we can get your clothes dried up." Before he could reply, she was already walking up the stairs.

She returned a few minutes later with a sweat shirt and a pair of sweat pants for him, and, although she wanted to stay to watch him get changed, she instead told him to just come up to the kitchen when he was ready. After getting out of the cold, wet things as quickly as possible, he made his way up to the kitchen, where Gail was just pouring a few packages of soup into a pan of boiling water.

"Feel better?" she asked as she smiled at him.

"Much," he said, returning her smile. He had always thought she was cute, however, given their age difference, he figured that she wouldn't even consider dating him. That, and that fact that she was such a nice person and he would only be dating her for a piece of ass made him feel a little guilty.

"So what are your plans for this wonderful snow day?" he asked, rubbing his hands together briskly.

What she had planned to do was take a long hot bath and curl up with a few of her favorite toys and make herself achieve as many orgasms as humanly possible. It was very rare that she had any time to spend alone, and had to resort to pleasuring herself quietly each night before bed. This was one of those special occasions where she would allow herself to let loose, and she had to admit she was slightly disappointed that it wasn't going to happen.

"I was going to take a nice hot bath, and then go curl up with a good book," she lied. "I have to admit, though, having you here for company is a lot better than that."

"Really?" he asked, a little astonished. "I would have thought you'd rather be alone. I know you get so little time to yourself in this house."

Smiling, Gail nodded. "That's true, but when you're in a house always full of people coming and going and still don't get noticed, it sort of gets to you. It's nice to actually have a conversation with someone."

"You're an adorable woman, Gail," he smiled, his face reddening. "How come you don't have a boyfriend?"

She stood back and raised her arms. "It's a little obvious, isn't it? She replied a touch of bitterness in her voice. "I'm overweight and I'm blind in one eye. Those two factors alone are enough to kill a man's desires, even if it was only for a one night stand. Most guys want a skinny, big breasted supermodel to show off to the world and tell them, "Look and see what I have', rather than have a chunky, half blind woman with little tits."

"I like little tits," he said quickly, suddenly regretting it. "Sorry," he apologized even quicker. "That was uncalled for."

Gail giggled and waved him off. "Don't worry about it, Hon," she told him. "One out of three isn't bad."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "I don't think you're all that much overweight, and you being blind in one eye has nothing to do with anything, really." He then gave her a small shrug. "It's what's inside that counts," he finished.

"You're just saying that because you've never seen me naked," she sighed. "Trust me, a couple of small rolls of fat and a bunch of 'harpoon' scars are a big turnoff to a man."

"Let me see," he replied, not really sure where all this sudden bravery was coming from. "Let me see you naked, and I'll be the judge of that."

Gail's face went suddenly crimson at the same time her crotch went suddenly wet. "Let me get this straight. You want me to strip naked so you can see my fat and harpoon scars?"

"There not harpoon scars, Gail," he protested honestly. "C'mon. You shouldn't beat yourself up about crap like that."

"Well," she replied, her voice suddenly becoming soft, "almost 99.9% of the male population doesn't think the way you do. I have to admit though, it is very flattering." She then turned and tended to the soup, and after turning the knob to simmer, she held up her index finger. "I'll be right back.

She returned a few minutes later wearing a pale blue terrycloth robed. The redness in her face and the shy way she walked told him that she had done it. She was naked beneath her robe. Jus the thought of it made his cock start to stiffen. "Are you sure you want to see this before you eat?" she joked softly. "It might be better to have something in your stomach for you to throw up."

"Stop it, already," he protested again, a little softer this time. Then he waved her over. "Come here. If you don't wanna do it, I'd be more than happy to do it for you."

"No, that's ok," she replied, nervously taking a step back. She paused for a long moment, staring directly into his brown eyes before suddenly letting out a long breath and pulling the robe open.

As he had thought, Gail was nowhere near as bad as she saw herself. Yes, there were a few stretch marks on her body, however her belly protruded only slightly, and he could see no signs of cellulite on her hips. He guessed her breasts were slightly smaller than C cups, capped very nicely with large, dark pink nipples, and although her legs were together, he could see very little hair between her legs. "Hot damn," he replied softly. "Now drop the robe and turn around for me."

After hesitating once more, Gail did as she was asked, slowly turning her naked body around for him. "This is the kind of body a woman gets, after years of marriage and having children," she protested, almost sounding like she wanted to cry. "Men don't want a woman already at this stage to begin with. It can only get worse from here."

When Kevin stood up to walk to her, she let out a small, nearly silent gasp when she realized that he was hard, and it was pressing against the sweats he was wearing. The fact that she had caused a man to get hard like that, turned her on to the max.

"What...what are you doing?" It was supposed to be a question, however, it came out as a lusty whisper.

"Something that I've wanted to do for a very long time," he replied softly. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her, softly at first, and then with increasing passion. The longer and deeper they kissed, the louder and throatier her moans became.

"I...I need to shower. Will you take one with me?" His hard cock had been poking her in the crotch as they had kissed, and her legs were weak and shaking.

"I think that could be arranged," he smiled.

Gail lost count of the little orgasms she had while they showered. The way Kevin soaped and washed her body for her, the loving way he massaged every inch of her and the way he even washed her hair, made her believe that he really did like her.

"Tell me what you like," he said as they toweled off. She was a little disappointed that he had lost some of his erection, but she was hopeful that she could help him get it back. "Tell me what you're used to."

"You mean for sex?" she asked. Smiling, Kevin nodded. "I'm used to one night stands," she replied quietly. "Well, more like 2 or three hour stands. A guy would take me out and do just enough to make me want to sleep with him, and then in a half hour or so, he was done and suddenly had to go. I never hear from any of them again."

"What did you allow them to do to you?" They were now walking slowly, hand in hand to her bedroom, however, she didn't continue until they were on the bed together.

"Anything they wanted, really," she told him. "I mean, I know it sounds slutty, but I thought if I did that for them, they would want to come back"

"But that would mean they were only coming back for sex," he replied as he let his fingers gently trail over her entire body.

"That didn't matter. They would come back. It would mean that I had at least a little something worthwhile to come back for." The more he caressed her body, the harder it was for her to talk. 

"Did you suck their cocks?" he whispered as he began to nibble and suck her large nipples.

"Yes," she breathed, although if it was because of what he was doing to her or in answer to the question, he didn't know.

"Did they eat your pussy?" he asked softly, brushing his lips against hers teasingly. 

"Only one did," she answered, a little of the passion gone from her voice. "He made me cum so hard when he did. He also tried to put it in my ass, but it hurt way too much."

"What about doggie style and you being on top?" His fingers were now trailing dangerously close to her overheated pussy, and the tingling feeling he was leaving on her inner thighs wherever he touched, had her juices seeping down the crack of her ass.

"Again, only once, same guy. I really thought he was at least a second dater," she replied sadly.

"Now tell me, what would you like to do? What do you want me to do to you?" He was staring directly into her green eyes, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

"Anything," she panted. "Everything! I just want to know if you'll come back."

Chuckling softly, he let the tip of his nose brush against hers. "Baby, if you'll have me, I want you to consider yourself off the market."

Gail let out a squeal as she began to cry uncontrollably. When she felt his raging hard on pressing against her thigh, she lost all control. Still crying, she grunted as she pushed him over on his back, and then swung her leg over him. 

She was so soaking wet at that point, neither of them had to guide him into her. She simply lowered her soaked quim onto his throbbing meat, and he slid into her like a hot knife through butter. 

Kevin had been with some amazing women in the few years he had been sexually active, however, Gail topped them all. It felt as if her pussy was made for his cock, it was such a perfect fit. He loved the way she moaned, cried and the filthy little things she said as she rode him. "Hang on," he panted. "I want to roll us over!"

Clamping her trembling legs against him as tightly as she could, she let out a little giggle as he rocked them a few times before finally reversing their positions. Once there, he sat back until only the head of his cock was inside her. He then pushed her legs up and open, marveling at the way her plump, bald snatch looked. "Sorry," he panted as he dislodged himself from her. "But, I've got to eat that pussy!"

She was coming even before his mouth came in contact with her hyper slit. In a matter of moments, she was bucking and grinding her hot pussy against his face and tongue. As soon as his tongue started to swirl slowly around her engorged clit, she started to squirt. Gushes of hot, tangy liquid shot from her frothy pussy, until she cried "No more!" and pushed his dripping face from between her legs. She barely had time to catch her breath when she suddenly felt his cock sliding back into her.

Again she came, her hot juices soaking them both. She was drooling and mucus was running from her nose. "Roll over and get that sweet pussy of yours in the air," he commanded, and Gail complied as quickly as her convulsing body would allow her to. 

Kevin wasted no time in ramming his meat into her gaping gash, almost laughing at the noises that he heard as he slid in and out of her. On a whim, he let the palm of his hand connect with one of her jiggling ass cheeks. When he did, Gail let out a grunting cry, and gripped the sheets as her pussy clamped down on his cock. "Harder!" she cried hoarsely as she ground herself into him.

He complied, spanking each cheek until they were rosy red with his hand prints. It was then that he slid his middle finger into her ass. Gail froze for a moment, and then let out a gut wrenching howl that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. 

When she was finally able to move, she began to slam her ass against his pelvis, as once again, her hot juices bathed and coated the two of them. When she could take no more, she let out a loud wail as she lurched forward and collapsed on the bed.

With a trembling hand, she pointed at her nightstand. "Top drawer," she panted. "Blue vibrator, condoms. Get them."

"I love how big your clit is," he told her as he held the blue vibrator up to look at it, noticing it was almost exactly the same size as he was. 

"I love what you were doing to it," she replied weakly. "I love how you sucked and nibbled it."

"What do you want me to do with this?" he asked as he waved the blue gel cock at her.

"Put the condom on, and then put the vibrator in my pussy. I want your cock in my ass." When she was done speaking, she rolled herself back over and back into position. 

Once he slipped the condom on, he slid himself back into her for a few strokes, making sure to get himself properly lubricated. He then slid the phony phallus all over her soaked slit before slipping it into her quivering box. 

After looking at the position she was in, he decided it wasn't going to work, at least not at that point in time. "Why don't you get on your back again?" he suggested. "This way I can push those sexy legs of yours up nice and high, and then have you work the vibrator while I work your ass."

It took a little time, but once Kevin was firmly lodged in her tight asshole, Gail relaxed and began to moan. "Holy shit," she whined as he slid in and out of her. It had felt so good, she almost forgot to put the vibrator in. In a matter of moments, she was once again spraying her hot juices all over them. When she started coming this time, her asshole clamped down almost painfully on his throbbing cock, causing a sensation that proved to be his undoing. 

"Come with me!" he grunted, as jet after hot jet of steamy cum filled the condom to overflowing. He had cum so much; the pearly liquid was matted in his thick brown pubic hair by the time he collapsed next to her.

"How ya doin?" he asked several hours later. They had both literally passed out, and were now just coming awake. It was pitch black outside, and a check of the alarm clock said it was well past 9 PM. 

"Sore," she replied hoarsely. It was dark in the room, and even though he couldn't see it, he could tell she was smiling. "Did you mean it, Kevin?" she whispered, her voice close to tears. "Did you mean it when you said you wanted me to be yours?"

Rolling over with a soft groan, Kevin slid his arms around her. "Every word," he replied, kissing her softly.