0 comments/ 18847 views/ 2 favorites Summer Intern By: Mr. Mystery During my Junior year of college, was I little behind in credits so when an opportunity came up to make 4 extra credits doing an internship at a publishing company over the summer, I jumped at the chance. I had to travel into the city every morning at 6 am, but it was worth it for the credits and the experience. It was during this summer internship that I met Tabitha. Tabitha, or Tabby as she liked to be called, was a stunning 21 year old junior, like myself, spending her summer also doing an internship at the company. Tabby was a very tall (about 6'1") and attractive young woman sporting short, shoulder-length brown hair and wonderful green eyes. She had a beautiful body, toned and fit due to daily exercise and she had the nicest ass I had ever seen on any woman. Tabby also had nice and perky 33b breasts, perfectly formed from what I could tell of them shaped against her business suits. Tabby and I became somewhat good friends during our 3 month tour of internship duty, hanging out once or twice, always spending our time by the water cooler talking about our active weekends and such. I was always extremely attracted to Tabby, yet, with the exception of a few times, never was the type who sexually approached woman, letting them make their feelings known to me first. Things went very well during the first few weeks of the internship for me, spending most of my free seconds gazing at Tabby's incredible body and always wondering what it would be like to have sex with her. On a Friday afternoon, about 2 weeks into the second month of our internship, things changed for Tabby and I. I had been busy all morning doing some editing and such and Tabby had been scampering back and forth to the small research library down the hall from our cubicles. Around noon, Tabby stuck her head out of the library door and quietly called to me. I looked over the walls of the cubicle and saw her waving at me, motioning me to come over to the library, then she closed the door. Wondering what was going on, I walked up to the door and opened it. I stepped inside to find the library dark and only a few of the small desk lights on. "Over here, John," I heard Tabby call from behind one of the book stacks. I turned my head and my jaw dropped to the floor as I saw Tabby, almost completely naked, reclining against one of the leather reading chairs. All she had one was a black, lacy garter belt, her black stockings, and high heels. Her right hand was fondling her perfect tits and her other hand was rubbing against her most beautiful pussy. "This should give us something exciting to think about over the weekend, eh?" She said and smiled her beautiful smile. Tabby looked me up and down, grinning as she stared at the growing bulge in my pants. "I see you're already excited, John. I hope that cock making that bulge can satisfy my pussy." I didn't say a word, just staring in wonder at the events happening to me, smiling to myself when Tabby told me that she made a deal with one of the staff researchers to use the library alone for some time, so we needn't worry about being interrupted. Tabby told me to take off all my clothes and come stand in front of her, all the while continuing to rub her hot pussy. When I was standing before her, Tabby reached up and wrapped her fingers around my hard 9 inch cock, slowly stroking it, while beginning to slide 2 fingers inside her wet pussy. Tabby leaned forward and ran her wet tongue along my hard shaft and let go of it, placing my hand on my wet cock. "Jerk it for me, John," Tabby ordered, putting her hand back on her tits. "I never saw a man masturbate before, and now I want to see you jerk that hard prick off for me." I slowly started to run my hand back and forth along my prick, my eyes staring at Tabby's wet pussy and the fingers that were fucking it. Standing there naked in front of Tabby, stroking my cock while she fingered her pussy was really getting me turned on! "Uhhh," I moaned and started to jerk-off faster and faster, pre-cum oozing out of my cockhead. Tabby must have known I was almost ready to cum, and that was not what she wanted. "Stop," Tabby said and pried my hand away from my throbbing cock. Tabby pulled me down onto my knees in front of her and spread her long legs wide over the sides of the chair. "Eat my pussy, John. It's so wet and hot right now, I can't think of a better guy to taste my juices." Tabby reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, quickly pulling my head down between her legs and my face into her hot wet pussy. I inhaled deeply, taking in her sexual scent and loving the smell of her pussy. I began to run my tongue up and down her wet slit, her pussy producing more tasteful juices, eventually finding her large clit. I started to lick and suck on it, while my fingers parted her pussy lips and began sliding in and out slowly. "Ohhh yessss, eat me baby, eat me!" Tabby moaned and scooted down further on the chair, getting her pussy closer to my face. "Suck my clit John! Yessss!" I began to finger fuck her pussy faster now, using 3 fingers and I started sucking and biting her clit really hard. Tabby began moving her hips in a motion that basically made her pussy fuck my face. She was really close to cuming now, I could tell since she was moaning louder and lifting her ass off the chair. "Eat my fucking cunt ohhhhhhhhh!" Tabby yelled and I grabbed her ass with both hands, latching my mouth around her clit sucking heavily. Then Tabby exploded and started cumming, her back arching and her legs wrapping tightly around my neck. "Yesssss, ohhhhhh yessssssssss!" Tabby was gushing and when her body had finally stopped shaking, she pulled me up to her, kissing me deeply, then licking her juices off my lips. "Mmmm, I love the taste of my cum. I love licking it off my fingers after I masturbate," Tabby smiled kissing my neck. "But what I want you to do now is to fuck my pussy with that hard cock of yours John." Tabby stood us up and lead me around to the back of the chair, where she bent over the back, pointing her nice ass up at me. "I love it from behind baby. Fuck my pussy from behind." With that I guided my cock to her pussy, rubbing the head along her wet pussy lips. I started slapping my cock against her pussy, teasing her. "Ohhh stop teasing me John," Tabby moaned, "and stick that cock inside of me!" I smiled and placed a hand on her pretty ass and slide my cock inside her. "Ahhhh, feels soooo good," Tabby cried out in pleasure. My cock slipped easily into her loose pussy and I started fucking her wonderful pussy. I held onto her hips as I pumped away, and even from behind I could see Tabby playing with her tits. "Yessss, fuck meeeeee!" Tabby cried out, pumping her hips back against each thrust of my cock. "Ahhhhhh, God you're sooooo goooood!!!! YESSSSSS!!!!" Tabby screamed out and slammed her pussy back against my cock, her body shaking with another orgasm, her cum dripping down our legs. "Mmmmm, Tabby I'm gonna cummmmmm!" I cried as I felt my cock throb with pleasure. Tabby turned around and quickly got on her knees in front of my cock, just as I exploded, cum shooting all over her mouth and tits. I thought I would cum again when she started licking the sticking strands of my cum off my softening cock. The rest of that summer internship was incredible. I spend most weekends (and weeknights) fucking Tabby in every position and in every way. I even discovered the deal she had made to get us all alone in the library our first time. It was with an older woman named Melissa, but that...is another story in the Land of Mystery. Summer Intern I was 18 when it happened. After high school I had scored a great summer job at my dad's big office on an internship program they had for employees' children. At least it was supposed to be great. Actually I found life under florescent lights as boring as would any 18-year-old. I had been a shy kid all through school and, in consequence, I was still a virgin. I thought I should be out trying to "get girls" (even though I still didn't really know how) rather than being cooped up in this stupid office. Another minor detail about my virginity: I had a secret. It was a secret I had never revealed to anyone for fear of shame, humiliation, disgust. This was back before the internet--if I'd had the web back then I quickly would have found that I was not alone. But as it was, I to this day think I have some inkling what it might be like to grow up gay and in the closet, so great was my sexual desire, trumped only by my need to keep my preference secret. My deep dark secret? I liked fat chicks. There was a woman in my dad's office that summer in whom I took a strong prurient interest. Her name (not her real name) was Linda Concepcion. Hispanic, maybe 35 years old--not more than 40--with long black hair that was something between curly and wavy, she was about 5'5" and could not have weighed a gram less than 200 pounds. And what pounds they were! I would guess, looking back, that she had a 44" bust and something above an F-cup. Her waist was probably 38 -- 40", a big, bountiful belly and generous love handles. And she was 50'' at the hips if she was an inch, with a ponderous teardrop shaped bottom. In short, she was a triple threat: A generally pear shaped woman with acres of ass and a bulging belly, but still managing to stack a well proportioned bust on that oh-so-lovely pedestal. When she would sit down at my desk next to me to give me instructions in the spreadsheet software it would make me absolutely insane. Her trace of Spanish accent was musical and her perfume intoxicating, and periodically, when she really had to explain a particular entry, she had a habit of physically tapping that line-item on the screen, though this meant reaching past me to the monitor. Her shoulder would graze mine and she would be close enough that I could often feel errant strands of her hair graze against my face. "You're listening, right?" she would sometimes ask, and even that couldn't snap me out of it because all I could think of was her enchanting accent. She had the faintest hint of that dialect of Spanish--what is it? Dominican? Puerto Rican?--that seems to turn 'y' into 'j': "Jou sure jou're getting all this?" I grew up in the southwest and was no stranger to Mexican accents, but this was different; this felt foreign, faraway, exotic. When she would leave my desk I would be faced with an awful paradox. The boner she would leave me with was mystical, full, rock hard, tingling and itching to come. It was a boner I could never seem to reproduce at home at night in my bed, eyes closed trying to recreate the moment so I could jerk off. At home I almost always got a different boner: respectable, but lacking in the painful urgency that I so desperately wanted to relieve when Linda would depart from my presence at the office. The paradox? Before I could get up and go to the restroom I would have to let enough of the moment pass that I could at least get down to half-mast. I even thought about trying to stroke one off in my pants at my desk once but got cold feet. I wasn't sure how big of a mess it would make but it didn't seem worth the risk that it might seep visibly through my pants. Then something strange started to happen. Linda started making extremely bold sexual advances at me. Or so it seemed. I recall clearly the first time it happened. It was a spreadsheet day, therefore also a boner day, and when she had finished showing me what was wrong with my entries she didn't stand up but instead remained seated beside me making small talk, asking about school, future plans, etc. But then we got to the subject of girls. "You mean you've never had a girlfriend?" (Jou mean jou've never had a girlfrien?) "Not really." "Not really, what is that 'not really'? You've been on dates." (Jou've been on daiss.) I shook my head. "So you've never ...?" She let the question hang there while my mind applied Occam's Razor. It didn't seem possible that this 35-ish female full-time employee was really inquiring about a male summer intern's virginity. But then there just didn't seem to be anything else the question could mean. What little ambiguity lay in her silent trailing off did not leave me with much wiggle room. If she was talking about what I thought she was talking about and I lied, claimed to be fully fledged as it were, she might need a story, a background, a who-what-where-when-why. (Well, okay, not 'why'.) I wasn't prepared to make up a story on the spot so I shook my head no and felt my face redden. What she said next floored me, and still does to this day when I think about it. I was half-expecting some advice on how to be confident with girls but, instead, all she said was: "Too bad. One of these days me and you should go make whoopee in the ladies room." I'm sure my eyes widened in shock as I gaped across at her, stunned speechless. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a wry, knowing smile as she enjoyed my surprised confusion. She let the overture hang in the air exactly two beats before, back to business, "Here let me show you one last thing," pointing again at the screen. In her tone it was as though she'd said "just kidding." But, as I was thinking about it later, I realized she never actually said "just kidding." That's what was bothering me. Was she serious? Or was it so obviously a joke that she didn't even feel the need to say "just kidding" because it was implied. Over time I (sadly) became more and more convinced it was the latter. Even the word she used, "whoopee," helped confirm it was a joke. If you're reading this 100 years from now, keep in mind that no one in the early 1990s called it "whoopee." Not seriously anyway. It was a way of sanitizing it; she made a dirty joke without using a dirty word. That was all. But then it happened again. Maybe a week or two had passed and she checked on my status. "Still nothing?" "Still nothing," I confirmed exasperatedly. "Don't jou worry, one day we'll do the wild thing in an empty conference room." Here she put her hand on my knee, but only fleetingly, no squeeze, no suggestive move up the thigh. It was more like a friendly tap than anything else, and it occurred just as she got up to leave me riveted by the waggle of her gigantic heart-shaped ass as she strode across the office and out of sight, helpless to relieve my adamantine boner. But I was still perplexed. "Wild thing" was about as tame and sanitary as "whoopee," and equally rare in the vernacular. It was as though Linda was going out of her way not to use an overtly sexual term. But why? Was this some elaborate CYA mechanism to defend against a sexual harassment lawsuit? I was more confused than ever. But on the upside, my nighttime boners were getting better. I was taking home great material. Then one Friday the boss asked me to work the Monday of the would-be three-day 4th of July weekend: The IT department was pushing some kind of software patch and they wanted a skeleton crew--"just two or three people in each department," my boss said--just in case IT needed someone on the user end to run some tests. "Hate to do it to a summer intern but that's just how it worked out," my boss said. "Ms. Concepcion will be here too." He walked away. "Ms. Concepcion" came by my desk almost immediately and--all business, not a trace of flirt--asked me if actually I wouldn't mind coming in an hour early that day, she had some things to go over with me. Boy did she ever. She was dressed to kill that morning in a simple white front-buttoning blouse and nice high-waisted, thigh-hugging charcoal pinstripe skirt that flattered her faint hourglass shape. It didn't occur to me at the time how unusual it was for her to be dressed to the nines on a day the office wasn't open for business. I was too busy fantasizing. My pulse quickened as I tried to imagine what those boobs, that belly, that big butt would look like, let alone feel like against my naked skin. Again, this was before the internet: I had grown up in a sheltered environment and had been, until very recently, too young to go to a porn store, so all the porn I got consisted of the odd Playboy, Penthouse or Hustler magazine I would get from a friend who'd swiped it from an older brother or something. And in those publications all the women were skinny. I literally had no idea what a nude fat woman would look like--but I was eager to find out. It was more of the same again, her seated beside me, more maddeningly enchanting than ever, fresh from her morning shower when the perfume is the strongest and it mingles with the fainter scent of shampoo. As usual, she was pointing at the screen, I was nodding while not hearing a thing, and my boner was in rarest form. After she finished explaining about the software patch, she settled back in her seat and said "I hope you finally got some fireworks for the 4th." And again, the "finally," and the brief hesitation before, and euphemistic vocal inflection on, the word "fireworks" were all I had to distinguish this comment from friendly but entirely sexless office chit-chat. "No." I said, and then, absented-mindedly, added "not that kind." "Well don't worry. Today is jour lucky day. This big mamacíta's gonna take you in the bathroom and pop your cherry." All I could think to say--or, rather, what I said without really thinking--was: "Are you serious?" Whereupon she rose from her seat without a word and extended her hand. I took it and she started moving briskly toward the hall with me in tow. I was concerned lest we encounter anyone in the hall; at this point I could not possibly conceal my boner, which was making a comical tent of my pleat-fronted Dockers. But we made it undetected. She pushed open the door to the ladies room which still bore the fresh disinfectant scent of the Sunday night cleaning crew's efforts. It was obviously empty--the light was governed by a motion detector, and flickered to life as we came in. We went to one of the middle stalls (to this day I'm not sure why she didn't choose the more spacious handicapped stall) and she put her hands on my shoulders and positioned me with my back to the toilet. "I would leave your underpants on so you're not sitting directly on the toilet, but here," grasping and unfastening my belt buckle with a slightly indelicate jerk "you should pull your pants down, otherwise they're gonna get really wet from my pussy." She smiled at this and bit her lower lip, blushing a bit at her own brashness, eyes all a naughty twinkle. "You'll be smelling like me all day." Something very strange happened when she said that. The reality of it all, the matter-of-fact way in which she implied the imminence of what was about to happen, that I was no-shit-for-real about to get "wet from her pussy"--my cock actually flagged a little, my dick had cold feet! But then she pulled my tightish pants down to my ankles, describing the leg chains used to transport prisoners, and she sat me down brusquely on the toilet; the plastic seat felt cold through the thin cotton layer of my boxers. She reached down and shimmied her skirt up over her lush full hips. Doing a quarter turn--no doubt to give me a better view--she hitched her thumbs into waistband of her pantyhose an slid them slowly down her thick thighs, revealing, in the process, her giant ass now clad only in satiny white panties. Her ass was so big, so round, as she bent over I just wanted to fall to my knees in a posture of worship, throw my arms around her mighty hips and press my face against one great pillowy buttock. In a maneuver that I missed she had somehow managed to get her pantyhose off and had stepped back into her shoes. She hung the hose from a hook on the back of the stall door before repeating the procedure with her panties, lowering them slowly (again, probably for my benefit) to reveal her sprawling brown bottom. At this point I'm pretty sure a small globule of pre-come had already formed at the tip of my boner. This was the first time I had ever seen woman's bare ass in person, the first time I had seen a bare fat ass at all. I had never been hornier in my life. She let her skirt fall back down and then turned toward me in all my tumescent expectancy and looked me up and down as though re-examining a purchase she'd just brought home from the store and finding it to her liking. Later experience would teach me how unusual it is to have so little foreplay. In fact we had absolutely none. But it makes sense. My 18-year-old virgin boner was hardly in need of a fluffing--indeed, probably wouldn't have survived one. And she was pretty worked up herself. She moved in toward me until in a straddle position (so close!) and then instructed me: "Here, push your penis down, forward, like this." I obeyed; she was managing the logistics of this operation. Then she lowered herself further, steadying her stance with her hands on my shoulders. "Okay," she said, and I released my cock to spring up and find a bristly ceiling of pubic hair and warm skin. She started gliding slowly back and forth, back and forth, her big bloused boobs in and out of my face in hypnotic rhythm, as she gradually but methodically shared her vagina's escaping moisture with the tip of my cock. Then, on what was maybe the fifth or sixth stroke, my now-lubed head popped up and caught something, a bit of outer labia. Instinctively I pressed, forward but she continued her teasing strokes. My shaft was beginning to collect her moisture. I it happened three or four more times, my head catching outer labia, and I began thinking: "So this is sex. Hmm." But it wasn't. It was on the fifth or sixth stroke I found myself plunged past her inner labia as she admitted about half my cock into her vagina. I remember it popping in suddenly, unexpectedly, and the experience was as startlingly different from the partial penetration I had seconds before mistaken for sex as dynamite is from a fire cracker. I literally gasped, surprised at the power of the ecstatic waves rippling through my body down to my toes. I was going to come. But she pulled up for one more pre-stroke and, this time came all the way down on my shaft, fully immersing it in all her tight warm wetness. Somehow this actually helped; the threat of immediate orgasm and shameful two-pump-chump status passed, and she began a gentle rhythmic ride. I think I said "Oh my god" and let my head fall back and my eyes close, barely aware of the cold hard chrome fixture poking into my arched spine. When I opened my eyes she was looking right into them, her own eyes gleaming above her flushed cheeks. "See?" she whispered. "We're fucking." Something about the throaty resonance of the word "fucking," or maybe something about the simple declarative announcement of what was happening (she was right--we were! I was! ohmygod!) prompted my second come alert. Fortunately it proved a false alarm or, more accurately, I took evasive maneuvers, promptly closing my eyes again and trying to think of something else and ended up thinking about how difficult it was to think of anything else--but it worked; I managed another delay. That was about 15 seconds in. I threw my arms around her and began nuzzling futilely against her breasts, doubly protected by blouse and bra, while my hands explored the warm round jiggle of her huge soft ass. Responding, she freed a hand and deftly unfastened three or four blouse buttons, enough to enable her to scoop out her left breast, which was easily bigger than my entire head. Her areola was a deep chocolaty brown and probably the circumference of a tea saucer. I took as much of it into my mouth as could and this sent a whole new wave of ecstasy through me. "Yes," she moaned. "Suck my titty like a baby." I obeyed happily but now confronted yet a third come alert. I tried to think of an actual baby, a crying infant in a diaper. It worked: I was three for three. This was about 30 seconds in. She modified her stroke, backing up a bit and I caught a glimpse of my cock disappear into the pubic fold under the lower crescent of her luscious round belly, reappear, disappear, reappear. I closed my eyes and fought off another one, number four. It was about 45 seconds. She changed her stroke again, something higher than before and I suddenly gave into an urge to grab her ass and thrust vigorously, almost frantically. "Yeah baby," she said approvingly, her own eyes closed now as she answered my hug by moving closer in. We were fucking hard and fast now, for maybe a dozen strokes as my hands moved up her hips, found her love handles. Then something started happening I wasn't going to be able to stop. Suddenly my legs were sticking straight out in front of me, pants still pathetically bunched at my ankles. I stopped thrusting and pulled her in close in a big bear hug, my face pressed to her breasts. An almost unfamiliar ecstatic warmth began radiating from my core out to my toes again--I recognized it as the sensation that preceded my first orgasm all those many years ago. Head back, I opened my eyes and once more she was looking straight into them. Her mouth hung breathily open in an unspoken 'O', her eyes had a focused intensity, like she was looking right through me. Then she said: "Are you going to climax, Baby?' My God, the way this woman talked! Was it an ESL thing? I mean: who says that? In the lingo, among my friends, in the magazines, everyone said "come" (sometimes spelled "cum"). The word "climax" had that strange, dated, and sterilizing ring of euphemism that suggested nothing so much as a middle school sex education textbook. Also, it seemed unmanly somehow: Girls have climaxes; guys come. But maybe for that very reason--because I wasn't anesthetized to it by frequency of use--the word rang in my head became extremely real to me, pushed me over the edge. And I climaxed. I was suddenly frozen except for the automatic motion of my hands on her ass pulling her hard against me and the involuntary pelvic thrust of my cock trying to find her cervix. She pressed her face to mine and--oddly for the first time--kissed me, her warm tongue engaging mine, and just then came a quivering, shuddering release as I expelled a geyser of semen high into her vagina. It was the longest, most powerful orgasm of my life, as jets of semen streamed out of me, the first few in a near-continuous flow, and the contractions continued until well after I was empty, as though my body was trying to wring out every last drop. I can't be certain, but I'd like to think I hit the 60 second mark. I was spent, although it had only been a minute's labors, and I leaned back against the cool tile and shut my eyes. She stood up and said: "There. You're not a virgin anymore." I smiled. "Are you too sensitive for me to clean you up?" She didn't wait for an answer and I did gasp when I first felt her tongue on my still buzzing shaft, but then I managed to relax until she was done. I closed my eyes again and heard her doing something with the toilet paper. I decided I'd just sit still for a moment. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling down at me, holding a wadded up tissue. "I need to flush this. Boy, you came a lot!" I spread my legs slightly so she could drop the tissue in the toilet and just then noticed my boxers were soaking wet. "You were right," I said. "I got really wet from your pussy." She smiled brightly. "I hope you don't mind I took your flower." Summer Intern "Mind? I--no--I should thank you. In fact, yeah, thank you." "You're a grown-up man now. Now you can go get girls your own age. But you have to use a condom with them though. I didn't want your first time to be with a condom and I don't have no diseases and anyway I'm on the pill so I'm not about to have a baby but next time use a condom till you're ready to settle down." It was a little strange, this shift in tone as she moved from one moment to fucking my brains out to dispensing almost matronly advice in the next. "So is that it?" I asked. "Is what it?" "This. For us. Just the one time?" She smiled, as she stepped into her panties and pulled them back up over her massive ass. "We'll just have to see about that I guess. Summer's not over yet." Summer Intern © 2014 K M Dylan The summer that my mom died, I began working for her French boyfriend, Daniel de Goncourt, at his beach house in the Hamptons. He was a private equity financier and was working from home for the summer. He was incredibly sweet and paternal to me after my mother killed herself. Maybe he felt some guilt that he was partly to blame, though he had always been loving and generous to both of us. I was happy to take the job as his assistant to take my mind off things. I love throwing myself into a project, and he was so charming and easy to be around. I helped organize his files, which had been piling up on his desk and around his office. He taught me the basics about how his private equity business works. I used to look down on finance, but he helped me understand that business and the flow of money are the engines behind most everything that happens in the world. He said there was a thrill and even some creativity involved in putting together a good deal. It wasn't just about math and grokky legal negotiations. It was about understanding people and what makes them tick. After a couple of days of getting my feet wet, he told me he needed me to help host a lunch at the house for a very important investor the following day. His name was Arnaud Delatour and he would be flying in from Paris to see Daniel. Not only was he an investor, but also a good friend Daniel had known a long time. They were working together on a private equity deal involving a French car company and a Korean car company. One of the companies was going to be part owner of the other, and the companies would share synergies and distribution channels, blah-blah. But, as he took some pains to explain to me, all this blah-blah was going to affect hundreds of thousands of lives—workers of the companies, their families, the consumers, even the governments were affected by the decisions that these two men would make in their poolside chats, or while strolling down the beach, or over their wine-soaked lunch. I was to be Daniel's hostess and assistant, which used to be mom's role. He had asked me to wear something pretty, something that would help the French visitor appreciate the charms of America. This obviously was code for "show some skin" and it was clear that as hostess my role was just as much to provide the men with eye candy as to assist him with the practical issues of organizing his documents and arranging for the food. The next day, Arnaud arrived just before lunch in a rented BMW. His eyes lit up when I greeted him at the door, maybe recognizing my face from magazine covers or ads, and he bowed and kissed my hand when I introduced myself. I showed Arnaud out to the pool where I had set Daniel up with his laptop, Cuban cigars, bottles of San Pellegrino in an ice bucket and a large bowl of cut-up fruit. Daniel looked relaxed in white linen pants, a striped custom-made shirt with the cuffs rolled up, Gucci loafers with no socks, ready to make deals against the backdrop of the dunes and the ocean. He had explained to me earlier that a meeting like this was theater, though it had to look effortless—as if there was no thought or planning involved. With that in mind, I took special care choosing an outfit that morning. I decided on a Haute Hippie gold sequin mini dress with a plunging v-neck—its hem just reached the top of my thighs and really showed off my legs. It was a little over the top for daytime, but I was ready to have fun with this. I went to do my make up. I rimmed my eyes quite darkly with her MAC Kohl pencil, borrowed her Chanel's Euphoria deep red lipstick and added gloss to give my lips a wet look. I put on foundation with a super light tint and straightened my hair so that it hung around my face almost like a helmet. Very Japanese. As I served him a chilled glass of Pouilly Fuissé, I gave Arnaud a sultry model stare—the kind of look I had perfected in photo shoots over the years—eyes at half mast, lips parted, bending down low to show off my cleavage. I added a little swing to my hips, catwalk style, as I walked around, serving the men their drinks and food. Both Arnaud and Daniel loved the show, since whenever I came by to refill their glasses with water, or offer them oysters and shrimp, they would stop talking about the deal and look at me, making jokes and showering me with compliments about what a gorgeous, attentive hostess I was. French men love to flirt and they do it with a light touch. I was pleased to be making a good impression, and loved getting Daniel's approving glances. I went inside for a while to check my email and do a little blogging so they could talk business in private. I was feeling philosophical and wrote the following blog entry: Subject: Why is our society so afraid of sex? Why do so many people embrace dreary marriages and dull bourgeois lifestyles instead of having fun and experimenting with different ideas and multiple partners? Is it so scary to seek unusual pleasures, lovers, experiences? I think we are wired to live our lives for the good of the group, not for ourselves. So our brains are built to avoid risky and daring behaviors, to mistrust pleasure, and to embrace conformity and avoidance of lust and perversion. The danger? Erotic stimulation might reduce peoples' focus on creating families and being good worker bees for "the man." But powerful men like to take their pleasure. The power feeds their libidos and they like to step outside of the rules of normal middle-class life. I think I will be getting a close-up view of this today. More details to come. When I went back out to the pool, they were looking at Daniel's spreadsheets, and had started tucking into the sandwiches and wine I had left out. I sat down, poured myself some wine and ate half a turkey club sandwich too. As we finished, Daniel suggested going for a swim, to which I said sure, glad for a chance to cool off in the water. I went to the changing rooms and realized that I was still stuck with Caroline's size two little white bikini. I didn't have any other options, so I squeezed into it and rejoined the men. They really were men—in their early fifties, powerful, attractive, confident men, and I very much felt like a girl, though biologically I am a woman at twenty-two. Daniel laughed when he saw me, stuffed like a sausage. "Is that my daugher Caroline's bikini" I reddened, peeved and slightly embarrassed. Caroline had a tiny body and wore a size zero. At five foot nine, I was a four. "Yes. I haven't had a chance to go shopping for a suit yet." "Looks a little painful around the edges," quipped Arnaud. "A little," I answered, blushing, knowing what was coming next. Their comments were not innocent. I could feel the vibe. They'd want me to go naked. It was a perfect set up. In the US this might be considered a little weird, morally wrong even, but the French are so much more comfortable with nudity and sexual situations, even among family. I could tell Daniel wanted to see me naked and I actually was curious to see him disrobe too. "Let's skinny dip, I think you'll be much more comfortable, Katie," Daniel suggested with a sly smile. He knew he could get away with a suggestion like that with me. I shrugged nonchalantly though inside my stomach was churning a little—the situation was different than undressing in a dressing room full of girls and fashion professionals. These were powerful men who liked to get their way. Arnaud sealed the deal when he followed up with, "I didn't bring a suit, and I hate borrowing someone else's. So I must go in the buff, as you say here in the States." Arnaud unbuttoned his shirt, immediately followed by Daniel, who was still smiling at me and gave me a little conspiratorial smile. I certainly was going to be earning my geisha keep. I hesitated, wondering what mom would think if she were still here. Did she ever take her clothes off for Daniel's friends and business partners? I somehow didn't think of her being that adventuresome and dirty. The men didn't seem to share my doubts, and within seconds, both peeled off their clothing and tossed them on their chairs, and looked over at me, smiling, showing off their tanned, slightly stout but well-cared-for bodies and cocks. Both were well hung and already slightly engorged. Arnaud must sunbathe in the nude quite a bit, since his penis had a nice golden tan! Daniel's, on the other hand, was pale. I took a deep breath and reached behind me to release my bikini top's clasp. I saw both men's cocks swell a little as I lowered the bra and exposed my breasts to my appreciative audience. I did a little strip tease next, slowly pushing the bikini bottom down to my ankles, my back to them, looking over my shoulder, keeping my eye on their stiffening angry serpents rearing their heads. I took a few steps to the pool, giving my hips a little extra swing, my nipples hard and pointing up at the sky. After testing the temperature with my toe, I then walked down the stairs in to the pool to cool off and get away from their wolfish stares. That hungry testosterone-laden male gaze that was like a missile homing device to my naked swaying tits, ass and pussy. The water was cool and delicious on my skin, and swimming calmed me down. I heard them dive in as I swam a couple of laps. My heart was beating furiously—it felt like anything could happen, and yet I knew that Daniel wouldn't let it get out of control. I hoped so anyway. The men swam past me, doing an impromptu race, showing off their strength, competing for "the girl." I waited at the shallow end of the pool, and watched them swim back towards me, their powerful arms and legs propelling them. My thoughts raced: what will happen? What should I do? Get out and flee? Stay and what? Chat nicely in the nude as if it were the most normal thing in the world? Was there any kind of expectation for me to fuck Arnaud? No, they just enjoyed having eye candy to look at, I decided. But at the same time, fucking him would be pretty hot, I thought, feeling myself flush as I imagined his body on mine. I was feeling the craving for a good hard cock in me. He was an attractive, charismatic man, even if he was around thirty years older than me—his confidence, power and charm make him hot. On the other hand, the fact that he was Daniel's client would make me feel like I was being whored out, and that gave me pause. Did I really want to be Daniel's whore? I getting up there on the slut meter swimming naked for their voyeuristic benefit! Daniel let Arnaud win their impromptu race and the men caught their breath, teasing each other with insults, all of us squatting, with the water up to our necks in the shallow end. I still didn't really know their expectations and wondered if this was when I was supposed to take Arnaud inside and make love to him. The idea was both thrilling and nauseating me, but I couldn't push it out of my head. Would I be another Ashley Dupre, Eliot Spitzer's thousand-buck-an-hour bareback call girl? While they chatted about Arnaud's dinner plans in the City later on, I got out of the pool and dried myself off, turning my back to the men for a little show of modesty. Still, I didn't scurry away to put on clothes. Although I was a little nervous and had reservations about what might come next, I enjoyed the naughtiness of breaking the rules, doing the forbidden. I could sense their suppressed desire in their surreptitious looks even as they continue to discuss restaurant options. I put a foot on a chair and wiped down my legs as they got out of the pool a few seconds later. It was my turn to be the voyeur, as well as the voyee, and I was fascinated by their proud and narcissistic display of their penises, slightly hard—it was quite apparent they were both turned on since normally men's cocks kind of retract coming out of the water. Daniel was circumcised and thick; Arnaud was very well endowed. His was longer and his glans showed partially as it peeked out from the foreskin. His pubic hair was short and neat, which made me think he must be a regular swinger. The swinging scene in France has gotten famously popular among the powerful, and I had received some oblique invitations to take part in it, but never had. It looked like Daniel might trim his too. They were enjoying exposing themselves to me. It was a game to them. Wrapping the towel around me, I coyly announced I was going to get a hairbrush and went inside. * * * I dropped the towel on the floor and sat naked at the vanity in my room and brushed out my damp hair. I had decided to be bold. To transgress. I liked the idea of being a powerful man's plaything, because then I would be absolved of my guilt for doing bad things. It would be his choice and I would be a good girl in acquiescing. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and my stomach fluttered. Should I run in my bathroom and put a robe on? What if I have the wrong idea, what if it was Daniel? I turned towards the door and Arnaud walked in with a towel around his waist. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled too and made a gesture of modesty by covering my nipples with my right arm. "Arnaud, what are you doing here? Do you need something?" I asked. "Yes, I do, Katie." He walked to me, dropping his towel, and put his arms around me. He kissed me, pushing his tongue in my mouth authoritatively, his cock jerked upward and gently grazed against my lower belly. "I need this," he continued. It was delicious and I got goose bumps from the contact of his warm skin on mine. The moment of surrender to his animalistic will was delicious. I had that swooning feeling that we women secretly wish for when taken by a powerful man who knows what he wants. After kissing for a few minutes, Arnaud took hold of my wrist and led me to my bed and had me sit down, saying, "My God, you are so beautiful I can't stand it. You must help me out here." I whispered, "What do you want me to do?" He stood right in front of me and lifted his fat cockhead so that it was touching my mouth. "Take it, I want you to suck my cock. Be a good girl!" he ordered. I looked up at his eyes and they were bright with desire and at this point he would not take no for an answer. I opened my mouth and let his shaft slide it into my throat, doing my best to relax so that he could slide it in deep. I was getting better at deep throating a cock. Arnaud grew completely hard—I loved the feel of the velvety skin of his thick rock-hard muscle on my tongue and lips, filling my mouth and throat, the crinkle of his clipped pubic hair on the tip of my nose. He held the back of my head as he fucked my face for a little while and I did my best to relax my jaw and let him take his pleasure with me. After a little while, he withdrew his member from my mouth, which I was glad about since my jaw was starting to get a little sore from being stretched open so wide. His eyes were dark with desire. "Turn around and bend over." He took my hand and turned me around and gave my upper back a little push so that I fell forward on the bed, my ass sticking out at him, my elbows on the bed. He slipped two fingers between my legs and slid them into my pussy. I was soaking wet. Ready. Looking back at him over my shoulder, I whispered, "Fuck me, Arnaud. I'm ready for you." "You are incredible, Katie. Your face is a symbol of beauty around the world. I am honored to be one of your lovers," he said in a very French, formal way. I gasped as Arnaud guided his fat erection into my wet sex. I wondered what Daniel was doing. Would he get impatient? Would he come up looking for us and see me being impaled by his partner? Is this what he was expecting me to do? I wanted him to see me like this. Whoring myself for him. I pushed my ass back into Arnaud's pelvis as he slammed his cock deep into my slick pussy and I felt speared like an animal roasting over a fire. I wanted more. I panted. A hiccup of pleasure spread like a virulent fever, becoming a wave rolling throughout my body. I was sweating now from our exertions, and I could feel his hands sliding on the moist skin of my lower back as he held my hips for leverage to pound his hard phallus into me with greater and greater force. The thought that Daniel might be down the hall listening to us made me even hornier and I soon feel the vibrating ecstasy of the orgasm. It didn't take long for me to come. I cried out loudly and arch my back, as Arnaud powerfully slapped his hips against my buttocks, impaling me on his cock, using me for his pleasure. I felt him stiffen and empty his seed in me, with final sharp thrusts. He left me lying on the bed after he came, planting a kiss on my cheek, whispered, Merci, ma petite..." and went back downstairs. I wrapped my arms around a pillow and fell into a deep sleep, his cum trickling down my inner thighs. That had been really good, sweaty sex and I had done my job well. Summer Intern I returned to work after my vacation and greeted coworkers along the way to my cubicle. As I turned into my cube I noticed a coworker standing in the cube across from mine. Amanda is 28 and has an effect on every man she meets; you can't help but fall all over yourself in her presence. But regardless of her effect on the weaker sex, she has such a humble and outgoing personality that really adds to her charms. The cube Amanda was in had previously been empty, so I stopped to speak, flirt and just be nosey about her presence in the there. "Hey, stranger! Welcome back." she said with that big genuine smile that melts every man. "I hope you had a good vacation." "I did." I say feeling, yet again, like all my thoughts vacate my head when I talk to her. At this point I notice that there was someone sitting behind her in the cubicle. "Oh, yeah, this is Caitlyn." Amanda says. "She's a new intern and will be doing some work for us this summer before she goes off to college." Caitlyn and I shook hands and exchanged pleasantries before I excused myself and stepped across to my cube. That week Caitlyn only existed in my periphery as I caught up on work I missed while out. I saw her coming and going from her cube to the file room, by the copier and a few times in the break room getting coffee. As I began to notice male coworkers making excuses to stop and talk to Caitlyn, I realized that she was in fact quite attractive. But, at 38, I have long since put aside all foolish notions that I might be, at all, interesting to an 18 year old girl. But I'm not blind and thought to myself several times that she was very cute. She stands about 5'6", beautiful bronze, sun kissed skin with sandy blonde hair down to her shoulder blades. She often wore it with two small braids wrapped from her temples around to the back and clipped together, giving her the appearance of wearing a crown of sorts. In her short summer dresses and sandals, that she typically wore, this hairstyle made me think of Greek goddesses. These dresses clung to her and completely accentuated her young figure. But then again, with her tight round ass and perky B cup breasts she could wear a potato sack and still be sexy. As the second week rolled on I began to notice her more and would glance up to watch her anytime she left her cubicle. Like the other men in the office I found myself stopping to say hi and harmlessly flirt a minute from time to time. But, I began to notice a guy named Derrick spending a lot of time in her cube with her. He was in her department and was, ostensibly, training her, but from the bits of conversation I kept hearing there was little actual work getting done in there. Derrick is a nice guy and seems like a great worker but it seemed to me like he was spending way more time in there than was necessary. But I can't blame the guy, she's very cute and I would have spent as much time as I could get away with sitting next to her as I could too. The thing that got me was that Derrick was at least 45 and black. I'm not racist but there was no way he was going to get anywhere with this young white girl. I knew I didn't stand a chance with her and it seemed he would have too. But, he was in and out of her cube off and on all day long and as the days rolled on I heard more and more non work banter coming from her cubicle. I could hear him in there talking and then she'd giggle at something he said. I even tried to eves drop outside the cube a time or two and walk in on their conversation to find out what was going on. Usually, Derrick would look up calmly and she would jump and look at me like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. In the middle of the afternoon on Monday of the third week, she stepped into my cubicle and leaned over to me conspiratorially. "You're smart, right?" She said in a whisper. "What?" I asked, clearly puzzled. "I broke my computer. Can you help me?" I chuckled. "Yeah, let's take a look." We stepped into her cube and she sat down and started showing me what was happening. I couldn't help stealing glances down the front of her dress while standing over her. Between these glances I determined what she had done to her computer and how to fix it. I leaned over and took the mouse and started changing settings here and there. After a minute I noticed that her shoulder was pressed against my crotch. She seemed intent in what I was doing and oblivious to our position, but once I noticed, there was no getting around the sudden erection that followed. I slid slightly over to avoid her feeling it but she soon leaned closer again. At this point my ass was against the cubicle wall and I could move back no farther. I tried to continue, hoping she wouldn't notice, but was shocked when she began to pivot back and forth in her chair causing her arm to move around against my erection. This only intensified it and I began to worry she would notice and I'd be in big trouble. At this time, I looked down and saw her grinning at me as she rubbed my erection with her arm. "Oh, god, I'm sorry Caitlyn." I stammered. She laughed, "That's ok, I'm glad you're not too old to appreciate a young girl." "Oh, no, I appreciate you for sure." I said. "It's just that...um, I mean....I'm sorry. I should be..." "It's ok." she said. "Really, it's my fault. I shouldn't have done that." And she smiled. "But I couldn't help myself." Then she winked at me. "Yes, but I can't. You're so young, and I'm..." I stammered. My words trailed off as she reached up and actually rubbed my cock with her hand through my pants. "It's ok. I'm not a child." she said still grinning. Derrick stepped in at this moment and it was my turn to look like the kid with his hand in the cookie jar. She looked up and smiled at him. "Hey! He was just helping my fix my computer." He looked at me and then down at my obvious erection and back to my face. "You fix it?" he said flatly. "Yes sir." I blurted out. "Sir?" He said with a chuckle. "Sir? I like that." "Sorry.", I said, "it's habit." "No, that's fine. I like it. Makes me feel important. " And then he laughed. "Ok, we'll I need to get back to work." I said and stepped out to my own cube. For the next 30 minutes I heard them over there talking and an occasional giggle or snort of laughter from Caitlyn. I swear there were a few times that I could make out my name coming from her cube. He stepped out a while later and spoke as he went by. "Later, sir." and grinned at me. Late the next morning, Caitlyn rushed into my cube leaned over me, placed her face right in mine. "Hey." she said. "Hey..." I replied, completely astonished at what was happening. "Sorry, I've been tied up all morning. I've been wanting to get over here and see you." She said in a whisper. "Ok." I said, really not knowing what business this was. "You live close to here, right?" "Yes, about a mile from here." I said, still not sure where this was going. "Can we go to your place at lunch?" She asked. "What? Wait? Why?" I stammered, now totally lost. "I just thought we could be alone a little while." "Ok. Yeah, sure." I said. "Great. I'll let you know when I leave for lunch. I'll follow you in my car.", and she smiled at me, planted a kiss on my cheek, whirled around and was gone. My mind was racing. Surely I have to be mistaken I thought. There's no way this young girl wants to be alone with me. I knew what this implied but I couldn't imagine this gorgeous young woman wanting me in any way, much less one that required privacy. At around 11:45, Caitlyn stepped out and winked at me as she walked by with her purse over her shoulder. I grabbed my keys and stepped out a few seconds later. On my way to my car I passed her sitting in her car with it running. True to her word, she followed me to my house and pulled in the driveway behind me. I opened the door and we stepped into the living room. She dropped her purse on the end table and looked around. "Can I get you something?" I asked. "A drink, something to eat?" "No, I'm fine." Caitlyn said. "Let's sit." She gestured to the couch and I sat down. She stepped over and sat on my lap. My cock immediately sprang erect as she wriggled in my lap. "What's that?" she said jokingly and reached down to grab my cock. I let out a moan as she rubbed me. Then she stood up and took my hands, pulling me up next to her. She was all over me, pulling my shirt off, unbuckling my belt and pants. Quickly, she pulled my pants and underwear down and I was standing there completely naked in front of this beautiful 18 year old girl. "Sit back down." she said. I did so and she was again siting on my lap wriggling around. She lifted up and pulled her short dress up exposing her white cotton panties and plopped back down. Now with only her panties between my hard cock and her ass. It pressed into her crack forcing her underwear to ride up as she rocked her hips. Lifting up again, she reached under and grabbed my bare cock for the first time and pulled it forward between her legs as she sat down again. Her legs pinched around it as she rocked back and forth some more. She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her breast. I began to squeeze her breast as she continued rocking her hips with my dick squeezed between her thighs. She pulled the straps of her dress to the sides and let the top slide down exposing her bra. Then, pulled down her bra exposing her young beautiful tits. I wasted no time reaching around her to caress her bare breasts with each hand, feeling her hard nipples on my palms. I felt like I was about to cum right there when the front door opened and Derrick walked in. "It's about time you got here, baby." Caitlyn said to him. "Sorry, Hun, I couldn't get away." He said. "What are you doing in my house?" I said to him. At this, they both looked at me and burst out laughing. "I think a better question is, 'what are YOU doing in your house?'", he said looking at me and Caitlyn. My hands where still holding her tits with my cock squeezed between her thighs. "I think this looks a little inappropriate. " he said. "And I think you need to call me 'Sir', boy." He walked over to us. I tried to get up but Caitlyn stayed put on top of me and without throwing her off I was more or less stuck. He leaned over and they kissed; not a friendly peck on the lips either, but a full on tongue in mouth kiss. From behind her, I saw her grabbing at his crotch. He stood straight and she quickly unbuckled his belt and pants and pulled them down slightly. She reached in and came out holding the biggest cock I've ever seen in her small hand. "Oh...my...god..." she said, "It's bigger than I imagined." "What is going on here?" I asked, now outraged at having my chance at this sexy little girl thwarted by this guy. "Shut up!" Derrick said sternly. "Sit there and see what a real man can do with a sweet young girl like Miss Caitlyn here." Dumbfounded, I watched as she pulled his enormous cock to her lips and kissed the tip. Then she swirled her tongue around the head a few times before opening her mouth wide and taking the head between her pretty lips. "Oh, god yeah, girl." Derrick said as his cock disappeared into her mouth. She leaned forward and sucked his cock in deeper sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft. With her left hand, she stroked his balls and pulled on them gently. My cock was again getting hard watching this young girl suck his thick black cock. She pulled his cock out and began licking the underside of it with a flickering of her tongue, working her way down to his balls. First one, then the other, she sucked them into her mouth and pulled back letting them pop out with a wet smacking sound. Getting into the scene, I reached around and grabbed one of her breasts and started massaging it slowly. I started to pinch the hard nipple when my hand was forcefully pulled away. I looked up to see Derrick holding my wrist. "Don't touch her." He said. "Ok.", I said. "What?" he asked. "You address me a Sir." and gave my wrist a hard squeeze. "Yes Sir." I said. "Good." Then he reached down and pulled Caitlyn's dress up and off. He deftly removed her bra as well and suddenly, she was almost naked, sitting in my lap. My cock was harder than ever, pinched between the thighs of this little tart sitting on my lap sucking a big black cock. He started foundling her tits as she continued sucking his dick. After a few minutes, he stepped back and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. I looked on as he gently took the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them and he sat her on the couch next to me. He knelt down in front of her and spread her legs, which she parted easily for him. I watched as he leaned over her clean shaven pussy and spread her open exposing her beautiful little lips, already dripping with her juices. He began to lick her young clit, flicking it with his tongue. Her hands were on his head pulling his face into her crotch and wrapping her legs up around his shoulders. He slide, first one, then two fingers inside her wet hole and began fucking her tight pussy with his large black fingers. By this time I was stroking my cock as I watched him licking Caitlyn's sweet pussy. His hand was thrusting in and out, fingering her cunt at a furious pace as she moaned and panted. His rhythm changed slightly and she quickly began to shudder with an orgasm as he sucked her pink clit between his lips. After she calmed down from this orgasm, he straightened up and eased forward between her legs. She looked over at me and started laughing when she saw me stroking my cock watching them. "Oh god, Derrick, look at him." she said. "What a pervert." "Yeah, I know. I say next time we leave him at the office." "Haha. Yeah." she laughed. "Stand up. Both of you." Derrick stood and I stood next to him. "Look at that." Caitlyn said I'm amazement. "His cock is so small next to yours." She reached out and grabbed my rock hard cock and the head barely stuck out between her thumb and forefinger. Then she grabbed Derrick's in the middle and had a good hand's width on both sides. She started laughing again and waggled both of our cocks around. Mine staying ridged and firm and his, half flaccid cock, flopping around. This caused her to laugh harder and she pushed me aside saying, "That one's no fun." Then she took his in both hands and started stroking it. I took mine again and started stroking it as well, watching her soft white hands work his big black cock to a massive erection. She saw me stroking and turned to me. "Here, sweetie, stroke a real cock for once." I reached out and took Derrick's huge cock in my hand and started stroking it. It truly was far bigger than mine and my erection jerked and twitched with the excitement of touching such an awesome cock. She was now sitting on the edge of the couch watching me. "Ok, that's enough. Can't have you creaming yourself over another man's cock now." She said teasingly. "Put it in my mouth now." With this she opened her mouth and waited for me to put it in her mouth. Instead, I raised it and popped her across the face. She laughed and stuck her tongue out. I proceeded to slap her tongue with his huge cock. Finally, I stopped and she opened her mouth wide like a baby bird. I then guided Derrick's huge cock into Caitlyn's open mouth. As soon as the head was in, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked in, drawing it into her mouth. She sucked him a few minutes as I stood close by stroking my own dick. Eventually, he had enough of her sucking him and pulled back. Kneeling down, Derrick spread her legs and eased forward pressing his huge cock head against Caitlyn's tight little pink opening. "Come here." Derrick told me. I walked over any he said, "Kneel down." I did and he put his hand on the back of my neck, pushing my head down to within inches of her pussy. I watched close up as he pushed forward, penetrating her warm folds for the first time. She pressed her hands against his chest taking in sharp breathes as he stretched her open. "Oh god!" She cried out. "Fuck me, you're big." He laughed at this and pushing deeper said, "Hold on baby, we ain't even half way." I watched closely as he pressed deeper and deeper into her young body. She wriggled and tried to slide up the couch from him but he grabbed her hips, preventing her retreat. He pulled back a little and thrust forward again, this time deeper. After a few more out and in motions and some more grunts and squeals from Caitlyn, he had penetrated her fully. Then he began to thrust in and out, slowly at first then picking up speed. Like a locomotive, he pounded away at her little body. Her tits bounced around as he fucked her tanned, fit, young body. Holding her hips he thrust in and out in a frenzy of sweaty bodies and slapping flesh. By this time I had leaned back to watch everything and I could see his balls slapping her ass as he plowed his gigantic cock into Caitlyn's pussy. With almost no warning, her pants and moans turned into shrieks and throaty screams as she approached an orgasm. She reached out and dug her short nails into his hips and pulled him to her as she came on his big black cock. After she relaxed, he stood up, lifted her up like a child's doll and sat down on the couch himself, standing her in front of him. He turned her and had her sit on his lap. She reached under and guided his sloppy wet cock inside her again as she slid down. I watched in amazement as she too all of his cock inside her. Not thinking about anything but a better view, I knelt down in front of them. From my knees, I watched as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. He was holding her hips, helping her bounce and her young perfect tits jiggled with every drop of her petite body. After a few minutes, she slowed and placed first one foot then the other on Derrick's thighs, squatting there, impaled on his cock. "Come here, sweetie." Caitlyn said to me. I knee walked up to her, looking up at her young tits and pretty face. "Lick me baby." she said as sweetly and seductively as one could imagine. I wasted no time. My face was pressed to her young flesh, licking her clit with his cock still buried inside her. "Oh, yeah, baby. That's right." She moaned as I licked her tender little clit. Then she began rocking her hips again, allowing his cock to slide in and out as I continued tonguing her. Her motions picked up pace as she lengthened her stroke across his cock. I licked the best I could given her movement. Derricks moans and grunts hastened as she squatted, riding his cock. "Oh god, girl." Derrick wrenched out as he grabbed her hips firmly. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum baby." A few more strokes and he was grunting loudly and furiously thrusting his cock in short thrusts into Caitlyn's pussy. "Oh, fuck yeah!" Derrick yelled. This increased motion pushed Caitlyn over the edge again and her screams joined his as they came together. His cock continued to spasm as he pumped his hot load deep inside her precious young body. I watched the scene, mesmerized, still stroking my hard cock as she collapsed back on to him. After a few minutes, Caitlyn slid over and off of his cock to the couch. His cum was oozing from her pussy. I could not take my eyes from her ravaged body even as Derrick stood and left to room. Looking at this young angel lying peacefully, I forgot myself and moved up beside her. I began rubbing her body and caressing her. She looked at me and smiled. "Thank you for letting us use your house." she said. Summer Intern "Any time." I replied. "Thank you for letting me be here." She grinned. "Not really fair to you though. You got to watch us have fun." "Well, may I do something then?" I asked. "Oh, I cannot take anything else inside me right now. I'm sorry. "Caitlyn said apologetically. "No, no, no." I said. "Not that." I leaned over and gently pulled her legs apart. She resisted at first but then relaxed. I looked at her swollen pussy, still leaking Derrick's cum. I couldn't believe I was going to do this, so before I could back out, I darted my head down and began licking her clean. The musky smell and salty flavor of their combined juices was intoxicating. I spread her lips and sucked at her opening, feeling globs of cum coming out into my mouth as I did so. Her hands were on my head, holding me there as she began moaning again. I continued licking her slit, sucking her lips and massaging her clit with my tongue. After a few minutes of properly worshiping her freshly fucked body, she came as I licked her young clit in a swirling motion. I left her to relax on the couch while I got dressed to return to work. Derrick returned about then cleaned up and dressed. "That was fun man.", he said. "We'll have to do it again sometime." "Yeah, I'd love to." I reied. Since we were ready to go and Caitlyn was still lying naked on my couch covered in sweat and cum, I told her to shower if she liked and get to work when she was ready. I said we'd cover for her. She smiled at me and winked. "Thank you." she said, blowing me a kiss. I was going to be a hot summer indeed. Summer Internship James Helling headed into his office building, avoiding the puddles that had formed from the rain showers of the previous evening. It was still overcast on this dreary Dallas Monday morning, and as he looked up into the heavens, he hoped it would continue to rain as the forecast predicted, they needed some relief from this blistering Texas summer. The front door swung open for him as he neared the entrance, just like it had done every morning for over seven years. "Good morning, Mr. Helling!" Daylon, the head of building security, beamed. They slapped hands and gave the male 'shoulder hug' "The wife loves the gift, sir!" He extended his arm and showed off the gold Movado watch that adorned his wrist, the watch that James had bought for him. "I'm glad, Daylon. You work so hard, I just figured that you deserved a token of our appreciation!" He gave him a big smile. "You get a new car, Mr. Helling?" "Yeah, 2009 Dodge Challenger SRT8, first one on the block. That sucker is a beast, 6.1 liter V8, 425 horses, 420 lb feet of torque, 6 speed, it is bad!" "Did you put twenty two's on it?" Daylon craned his head towards the parking lot, trying to get a better view. "Twenty fours!" James threw him the key. "Take it to lunch with you, you are such a car nut, I want your opinion." Daylon's 60 year old face broke into a child-like grin. "I sure will, Mr. Helling!" James walked through the main lobby and into the elevator, making his way to the top floor of the high-rise. The doors shut and he examined himself in the mirrored finish of the elevator walls. James was THE man at a major mortgage lending company. He had been recruited hard by this company coming out of college, but decided to go with another company, but they never gave up. He made the move over here seven years ago and never regretted it. This place was an underperforming, sleeping giant when he came on board, and did he ruffle some feathers, he immediately fired anyone that wasn't on board with his program, and overnight earned the nickname of 'The Hammer', as in, 'When The Hammer comes down, look out!' The five story building consists entirely of the mortgage company, with the mailroom and whatnot on the bottom floor, and the senior execs on the top, and when he makes the rounds, even to this day, hearts skip a beat. The good thing, is that he values loyalty and effort, give him that, and he is your biggest fan. Although he is in a lofty position on the top floor, he knows the name of every employee in the building and will stop and chat with anyone, asking about their spouse or kids, even their dog. The company turned a profit in the second quarter of his leadership and never looked back, and he was VERY well compensated. The reflection that faced him was a handsome one; James packed about 185 lbs on his six foot frame and kept in shape from four days a week of weightlifting and daily jogs. From his $300 haircut to his custom made suit, the platinum Rolex that adorned his wrist, to his Italian leather shoes, he screamed money. His mom and dad always complained that he wasn't married, heck, both his sister and brother had already provided them with grandkids, and if they weren't satisfied with that, his little sister could provide them some more rug rats. She was graduating this fall from college, James' alma mater, he would proudly tell anyone that would listen, and she was starting her internship any day now. She could get married; he just wasn't the marrying type. James preferred to play the field, and did so quite well. Right before the door chime alerted him to his destination; he leaned forward and lightly brushed at the crow'?s feet around his eyes. "Note to self." He said, under his breath, "Botox injections." Adriana, James' secretary, greeted him with his daily planner, which was usually rife with appointments and business meetings. There was a huge gap this morning. "What's with nine to eleven, Adriana?" "Summer intern orientation, James, you know how you hate to miss that!" She smiled knowingly at him. James exaggeratedly straightened his tie out. "Ah! A new crop of fresh meat! How could I forget that?" James winked at Adriana and went into his office, telling her to hold his calls for him so that he could prepare for the orientation. He had a major reputation of banging several of the young female interns that would come in every summer, and with his selection process, he always made sure that the incoming interns, of which there were usually between 15 and 20, were well over half women, and all gorgeous. He always had Adriana conduct the final interviews, making sure that the girls were top notch, and she always picked the top five girls to work on the top floor with James. Adriana had been his personal secretary for four years and she was a stunner. Five foot four inch Latina with long, flowing black hair, pouty lips, a full C cup and a Vida Guerra ass. She was also bisexual. No big deal to James, she had great taste in women and it showed with the girls that she selected. James and Adriana played a serious flirting game with each other, with James trying everything that he could to get into her pants, usually to no avail. Eighteen months ago, Adriana succumbed to his advances after the company New Year party, and ever since, in both of their opinions, they had the perfect relationship, purely sex with no strings attached. James and Adriana usually hooked up about three times a month since then, although he really, really liked her, he could never tell her for fear that it would ruin their friendship. "It is time, Master!" Adriana knocked at his door. "Shall we?" James motioned to her to lead the way. James and Adriana sat at a large table that was in the front of the employee meeting room on a lower floor. "Please check in at the front and take a seat, everyone!" The summer interns filed in, signing their names and finding seats in the auditorium. "You have outdone yourself, my dear!" James leaned in to Adriana and whispered into her ear, commenting on the fact that most of the girls here could easily pose in Playboy. "Well," Adriana grinned slyly, "They are not all for you!" They both laughed and James cut himself short. A tall blonde lady walked in, high heels, sharp gray business suit with a skirt that came down just above the knee, showing off shapely calves. Underneath the jacket was a light purple shirt that was unbuttoned enough to show off some nice cleavage. Her curly flaxen hair flowed around her shoulders and she had on a pair of glasses that the hot librarian in your best wet dreams wore. Adriana touched his thigh. "Here is my favorite, she is hot!" The stunning beauty strode with confidence into the room and toward the check-in table, stopping just short of it. "What are you doing here?" James asked Donna, his sister. "Do you two know each other?" Adriana inquired. "Uh, she works out at my gym." James lied, knowing the strict company policy about relatives working within the company. "I didn't realize that you were here, James!" Donna said as she nervously scribbled her name on the sign-up sheet before shaking Adriana's hand. "So, this is the one we were warned about?" "The very one! Now please take a seat, we are about to get started." James watched his sister find a place to sit, thinking that she had grown up quite beautiful, sexy even. He didn't see her that much, he chalked it up to the age difference, their parents had Donna when he was fourteen, and when he did, she usually had on a sweat suit or something akin to that. He shook his head, thinking that he had just been scoping out his little sister. "Warned about?" He asked Adriana. She just smiled and stood up. "Good Morning, everyone!" She started. "You all should remember me, I am Adriana Fuentes, and I am the Intern Coordinator, and this is James Helling, the company CEO. In the next two hours, I will outline your duties for the next three months and James will brief you on what is expected, then I will give you your duties and those groups will go to their respective departments for further instruction. Shall we begin?" The meeting was a whirlwind for James as he found his eyes irresistibly drawn towards Donna time and again. He couldn't help but look her over as her legs were crossed very demurely and lady-like, her foot bouncing slightly every now and again. Adriana placed Donna and two other stunners in the group that worked for him, much to his chagrin. Walking out of the office at the end of the day, James snatched the chance and grabbed Donna by the elbow, pulling her to the side. Anyone that saw this just figured that he was lining up his next victim. "What are you doing?" He spat, feeling the veins in his forehead popping out from the anger that rose from within him. "You know about the nepotism clause with this company, do you want to get me fired?" Donna looked over her shoulder nervously. "Hell, no! This is the hottest internship in the land for my field, I am sorry, bro, this is about me and not you!" Donna stated, her eyebrow darting up like it always did when she was being defiant. James smiled and put his hands on her shoulders. "We need to be careful then. No slip-ups whatsoever." Donna's stance eased. "I took all of the precautions. Mom and Dad's address isn't listed on your emergency contacts, our last name isn't rare, y'know, besides, I want to learn from the best, and, now I can!" She grinned from ear to ear. "You have to play your part also, big bro." "What do you mean?" "I have heard stories about you and the summer interns, so if you don't treat me the same way, red flags will go up!" "DONNA!" James protested, looking from side to side to see if anyone was looking at them. He grabbed her by the elbow and gently led her off towards the file room. "I am NOT going to sleep with you!" "Ah! What's wrong bro? I give GREAT head!" Donna pursed her lips up at him and rocked back and forth on her long, lovely gams. "DONNA!" "Jeezus, James! Get over it! I mean that you have to at least treat me like you normally would, y'know, hit on me and shit." Donna stepped away from him briefly and placed her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest out towards him. "It won't be that hard, will it, Mr. Helling?" James smiled and shook his head slowly back and forth. "You certainly have grown up, little sis, in a, uh, couple of areas for sure!" Donna and James laughed together and made their pact together, it was ninety days for the internship, and he vowed to make her deadly in the business, after all, what is family for? ************************************************* Donna walked in to James's office and placed a stack of manila folders in his inbox, things that needed a signature. "Whatcha doin', bro?" She moved around behind him as he leaned back in his swivel chair, placing his glasses on the desk. Donna began massaging his shoulders. "Oh, just some busy work. I am tired as Hell. You?" "I was just thinking that this summer has flown by, there is only a week left in this internship, and to think, big brother, you didn't get into my pants!" Donna laughed. "It's not like I didn't try!" James added, jokingly. "Seriously, Donna, You have been wonderful this summer, I am petitioning the board to waive their family rule. I want you here after you graduate!" "I am stunned, bro!" Donna sat on the corner of his desk, crossing her legs at the ankles and causing her skirt to ride a little higher on her toned, tanned thigh. "But, I am worried about you. You aren't yourself, what is wrong?" James rolled his head about, stretching his neck. He caught Donna's pretty feet in his line of sight and casually observed her long, slim toes that were pedicured to perfection as they led to her shapely calves and muscular, yet ultra feminine thighs. He forcefully pulled his eyes away as he could feel the onset of an erection forming in his trousers. Donna was a very, very pretty woman, and they had worked closely together over the last two and a half months, James would be a liar if he told you that he didn't think about her late at night, in compromising situations. Alas, there was more. "James?" A gentle finger under his chin pulled his eyes up towards hers, but not before he caught a nice downblouse shot of her full, round breasts. He stirred in his seat, more so to downplay his rapidly swelling erection than anything else. "Uh...don't think that I am stupid, O.K?" Upon her nod of approval, he continued. "Adriana hasn't been herself lately. There. It's out!" James could feel himself redden. "Bro? You have fallen for Adriana?" "SHHHHHH!" James looked out of his office door towards Adriana's. She wasn't there. "I don't know about all of that, well...sorta...kinda...yeah." He added in a whisper. "Oh James!" Donna kissed his forehead. "That is wonderful!" "How is it wonderful?" He rose up in his chair, face beet red. "She lives with a woman, she's a lesbian, and I can't get her out of my mind!" Donna soothed him, "Lesbian, no. Confused, moreso, bisexual, definitely. FYI, big bro, she and the girlfriend are no more. I think that she is enamored with someone else!" "Great. Who?" "Someone that has been, shall we say, very close to her for a while." Donna looked at James knowingly. "You are aware of...us?" James looked at his little sister quizzically. "Since when?" "I told you that she and the "Girlfriend" broke up. She needed a place to stay; I have a big apartment, thanks to Daddy's money, which is no longer lonely." Donna leaned back on to the desk. It was hard for James not to notice how incredibly large her chest looked as her boobs strained against the fabric of her cotton polo. "She and I have downed much Tequila over the last few weeks, and shared many, many stories. If what she says is true, big bro, and I emphasize 'Big', I would be very impressed." James stood and turned his back to her, looking out of the top floor window onto the lights of Dallas as it stretched out before him. "That is not important, Donna." He questioned, "Why not so much as a hint at all from her?" "She has seen you bang countless numbers of ditzy interns in her time here." Donna almost scolded him. "Why should she let herself fall for you, just to see you throw her away like the others?" "I would never..." Donna cut him off abruptly. "Have you told her that?" "Of course not!" "She hated me at first because she thought that I was fucking you." Donna smiled. "You didn't tell her, did you?" "Hell no!" Donna stated with aplomb. "I just told her that you were eyeballing me, that's all. I told her that I would fuck you if you made the move!" "No time for jokes, Donna." "No joke, James." James and Donna stopped and looked at each other, their eyes meeting, tension building. "Did I...interrupt something?" A voice broke through the silence like a knife. "Adriana!" James nearly shouted, "I hadn't seen you all day, where have you been?" "The third floor, boss, remember, I had to go over the intern files?" She stated, a questioning look on her face. "Ade, I was just stopping in to invite James to our house warming party tonight, and he was telling me that he would be there for sure!" Donna waved bye to the two of them, "I have to clear up some things before I enjoy my Friday, so I will leave. James, nine-ish, remember?" "Uh, sure, Donna, sure." Adriana and James stood for what seemed like an eternity in an awkward silence. "You like her don't you?" Adriana asked him. "No, Ade, not in that way." James assured her, "You hit the jack-pot this year with the interns, though, I will tell you. I just haven't had the desire to bed any of them." "Old age creeping up on you, boss?" Adriana kidded him. "Maybe I want to finally settle down." Adriana could feel his deep blue eyes piercing into hers, her body becoming warm, little bolts of electricity zapped at her up and down her spine. James took her silence as a rebuff and quickly changed the subject. "I heard about you and Cassandra breaking up. I'm sorry to hear that. You could have stayed with me, you didn't have to stay with my si-, my, uh, intern." James turned his blushing face away from her, hoping that he didn't blow it. He didn't. "I didn't want to burden you, James. I'll see you tonight, right?" She asked, almost in a pleading tone. "You bet, my dear, you bet!" James smiled as she walked from the room. ************************************************* James rang the doorbell promptly at 9:27 and waited for the door to open, nervous as, well as Grandpa used to say, "A long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs!" The door was opened by a complete stranger. A good looking boy, probably 22, 23 years old, his sister's age. "What's up, dude, c'mon in." He led me through the loft apartment that my sister thinks that our parents paid for, but I have the deed at my house to assuage that argument. She had done an awesome job decorating for what she had to work with. James chose this place because of the industrial feel of it, and she decorated it with some nice, modern furniture and artwork as well. Large, open floor with a small bath and bedroom downstairs, a large master and master bath upstairs that looked out on the lay of the house. Exposed overhead pipes and the mortared walls added to the feel of it. His favorite was the wall to wall windows that stretched the length of the apartment on the East side that allowed a generous view of the Dallas night life. There had to have been thirty people inside, and who knows how many out on the balcony, the smoking section. It looked like a fair mixture that favored the women slightly, there was the artsy looking type with the disheveled look, the jocks with the upturned collars on their Polo shirts, the college frat boys and the sorority sisters. He was definitely the oldest person there, which normally didn't affect him at all; however, his nerves were really acting up. He suddenly saw the two of them over by the island in the kitchen. They were getting some rapt attention, and James could see why, Donna was wearing a pair of jeans that were slung so low that the top of the jeans were below her hip bones. Her flat stomach was accentuated with a shiny diamond belly chain that dangled from her navel, her massive breasts were sheathed, barely, by a cream colored tube top that left no doubt that she was braless. Adriana was breathtaking in her own right. Her back was to James, and he could recognize that bare back anywhere, he had, however, sprayed enough nut-butter on that back to wax a gym floor with. Her luscious, round ass was sheathed via a pair of light gray linen pants that fit her hips and buttocks like a second skin, and flared out towards her feet, which were clad in a pair of slinky four inch heels, her sexy toes capped in red. She had done her hair perfectly; her natural black color was tinted with red and blonde, and curled around her exquisite neck as it cascaded down her bare back. The matching gray top that she had on had a clear plastic strap that circled her back and the blouse itself tied at the back of her neck before it plunged down her front, revealing amazing cleavage and bunching up right below her navel. She looked amazing. Donna looked at him as he approached, breaking into a smile and nudging Adriana. "Hey, Handsome!" Donna squealed in glee, placing a kiss firmly on his lips, "I am glad that you showed up in time!" "Yeah, well, y'know!" James sheepishly said as he threw an arm around Adriana, "You two look amazing!" "You like?" Donna asked him, throwing her shoulders back and her chest out in a mock pose. "Nice headlights, kiddo!" James sniggered. Summer Internship "Wouldn't he like to know, huh?" Donna said to Adriana. "She does have nice nipples. Tasty, too!" Adriana giggled as Donna shared her smile and walked away. "You and Donna?" James asked, confused. "Not like that. Well, like THAT, but not like that." "Que?" James shook his head. "We fuck, that is all." Adriana looked up at him, gauging his response, and apparently not getting the one that she wanted. A storm cloud brewed in her eyes. "You jealous?" "Of course not," He lied, "I don't have a lock on anyone." Adriana stared at him for the longest time, trying to gauge a response, watching him pour a huge glass of straight Jack, downing it and filling it back up. Drowning the sorrows, she thought. James tipped the glass at her and wordlessly walked away, trying to find a corner to hide in, not wanting to give himself away and leave in a huff, which is what he wanted to do. Just let me brood, he thought. The party went on despite his misery, and every time that he wanted to leave, which was every time that he saw Adriana having fun, a pretty coed would try to spark up a conversation. "Fuck it," James thought, "I need to move on, so, I may as well have fun!" Try as he might, there was no having fun this night, even when he was bombarded by the advances of some very pretty women. James just wasn't into it. He found a comfy arm chair and sank into it, letting the 4 or 5 double Jack's take him over, nodding off... *********************************************** "Hey! Hey" James' leg was being violently shaken. He came up from the fog and looked up at his sister, who was shoving his thigh with her bare foot. All of the revelers were long gone. "Harumph, wuzza?" He slurred. "Yeah, exactly!" Donna said. "Have you slept off your surliness, yet, party-pooper?" YAWWWWWNNNNNNN. "Who is surly?" James snapped. "Grrr, Tiger!" Donna leaned over and pinched his cheek, allowing a clear view down her tube top, through it actually. He could see the smoothness of her belly between the ample valley of her creamy breasts. He wondered briefly what her nipples looked like, and then shook it off. "Where is Ade?" James asked. "Probably upstairs, still crying over you, you asshole!" "Me?" James gasped, "What did I do?" "Oh, just walked around here like a big mope, giving her evil stares all night!" "Donna. Donna, I came here with the intention of, Hell, I don't know...and then you two hit me with your little bombshell, and..." "Bombshell? Give me a break, bro!" Donna hissed at him. "That shit is just casual, and..." "You finally woke up, huh?" Adriana's voice rang out. She was coming down the last of the stairs and she took James' breath away. She was wearing a baby doll tee that exposed her flat midriff, braless, and a sexy pair of boy shorts, nothing else, her face make-up free and glowing, almost as if she had an aura surrounding her. "Ade, uh, hi." James said sheepishly. "I want to apologize for the way that I acted tonight; it's just, uh..." James finally looked at her. She was standing there, hands on her hips, eyebrows cocked, waiting for him to finish. "Heh, uh," James blushed brick red; he could feel the heat burning his cheeks. "Y'see, I uh, well, I came here tonight to talk to you, about stuff, er, I mean, us, together, us, yeah. Then, I found out about you two, and it just threw me off." A pregnant pause followed. The three of them were silent for what James felt like was forever. "You are so cute, James!" Adriana gushed. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" James nodded his head like a kid begging for candy. "Oh, James!" Adriana rushed forward and wrapped him in a bear hug that James reciprocated, and then darted in for a passionate kiss. James could feel his penis swell, and then realized that his sister was right there. "Ade," James could barely break free from her, nodded in Donna's direction, "Uh..." "Oh, sweetie, we've talked about this..." Adriana reached over and cupped Donna's left breast, her thumb rubbing over her nipple, causing it to swell through her shirt. Donna moaned and closed her eyes, rubbing Adriana's side as she palpitated her tit. James' eyes were wide, partly with anticipation and partly with fear. My sister, he thought, this can't go further. Adriana pulled Donna close to them. "C'mon," Adriana moaned, "I see you two together, I know that you both want this, and trust me, we will never forget this night!" Donna's eyes met with James' and her eyes widened almost comically, with a 'what the Hell are we gonna do?' expression. That was answered as Adriana gently pushed their heads together until they met in a tight lipped kiss. "You can do better than that!" Donna tentatively poked her tongue into James' mouth and he met it with his. She tastes so sweet, he thought. Seconds later, the walls were broken as their tongues were swirling together with passion. "Oooh, yes!" Donna threw her head back and moaned. James looked down and his heart leapt, Adriana had pulled down Donna's tube top and was sucking furtively on her tiny, sensitive nipple. Donna's tits were bigger than advertised, and her areola was so pink they were barely discernible against her bronze colored flesh. Adriana bit at her corn kernel sized nipples, causing a rush of breath from Donna and an aching in James' loins. The scene was so surreal, so much like being awake in a dream to James, he had slowly began viewing his sister in a sexual manner, and to be here in this situation, not only with her, but Adriana as well was too much to handle. Adriana cupped his cock through his slacks. "Oooh," She squealed, "nice and hard, feel it, sweetie!" It wouldn't happen, though, James yelped. "Oh, shit, hold on!" Just as the first stream of man-chowder sprayed on the inside of his pants. "I can feel him cumming!" Adriana laughed. "My Lord, I haven't done this since high school," James said, embarrassed. "You aren't done, are you?" Donna pointedly quizzed him. "Don't worry baby," Adriana pulled her close, "We will make sure that he isn't done! Sit down, honey, and watch the show!" She pushed James down on the sofa with one hand and cupped Donna's ass with the other, planting a kiss on her as she did so. The two women went at each other like feral cats, shedding their clothing in record time, kissing and fondling each other hungrily. Adriana was the first one naked, her full C's defied gravity, pointing upward with her dark, half dollar sized areola capped off with long, stiff nipples. She wore her pubic hair in a teeny landing strip, smooth shaven on the sides, her pouty pink lips puffing out like a spring flower in bloom, her lips moist with her excitement. Donna too was soon bare, and she was breathtaking. Flawless golden skin, toned, muscular calves, sweeping thighs, with a tight, firm ass that just hung out there. Her abs were defined beneath her thin skin, and her breasts, they had to be at least a D, if not the fullest C ever. Her pussy was shaven clean, and pink, oh so pink. Donna and Adriana, intertwined in each others arms, tongues dancing against each other, collapsed on top of him and continued without missing a beat. James surprised himself by feeling the erection in his pants growing despite his premature ejaculation mere moments earlier. "Nice!" Donna beamed, referring to the bulge pressing against her stomach. "Someone is excited!" "I haven't done THAT since high school, either!" James exclaimed, a huge grin on his face. "Let's put this monster to work, then!" Adriana squealed, fumbling with his belt. James and Donna locked eyes for a brief moment, contemplating the taboo that was about to happen. Their mutual question was answered as Donna helped Adriana yank down his slacks. "Holee Shit!" Donna gushed as James' 8 inch fuck-stick was finally exposed. "That motherfucker is HUGE!" Adriana wasted no time and leaned forward, engulfing his enflamed mushroom head while pinching his nipple, causing him to gasp. Donna wasted no time either, slurping up James' tennis ball sized nut sack in her mouth, sloppily sucking and rolling it in her mouth. James lay down on the couch and easily flipped Donna into a 69 position and began to greedily munch on her pink pussy lips, eliciting a sexy groan from her. Adriana dropped his cock and positioned herself at James' head, and slowly began to lick and tongue Donna's tight, virgin asshole, while Donna took over for Ade, hungrily sucking James's rigid pole with religious fervor, James could feel the rivulets of saliva coursing down his big, wrinkled grapes as she delivered probably the best blow job he had ever received. Adriana gave Donna's puckered ring one last slurp and switched ends, just as Donna erupted into the throes of a violent orgasm. "I want that big cock in my pussy RIGHT NOW!" She threw her leg over his torso and grabbed his shaft, guiding it into her slick love tunnel until she sat fully impaled on his entire manhood. She began a slow rhythm, with Donna alternating between nipping at her swollen love bud and lapping at James' engorged shaft as Adriana fucked towards her mounting orgasm. "Oh, shit James!" Adriana moaned. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum! Cum, yeah, cu--" The words froze in her throat as she spewed her lady juice onto his thick rod. The only sounds in the room were of Donna gulping down the nectar that had pooled at the base of James' shaft and Adriana's sharp intake of breath. "Donna, let James fuck you!" Adriana commanded. Donna flipped off of him and positioned herself onto her back on the couch and spread her legs wide, offering her honey hole to her big brother. James crawled between her legs just as Adriana gripped his tool and guided it into his little sister, sliding it into her in one deep thrust. "Ah, Gawd!" Donna tried to crawfish away from his incredible size; she had never had a penis anywhere near this large. "Keep at it, baby," James encouraged, "you will love it!" Adriana alternated between sucking on Donna's hard nipples and James', which she knew drove him wild. Adriana played director: "Get on all fours and let him fuck you doggy-style while you eat my pussy!" She commanded. James was glad that he had already blown a nut, because he was holding out now. He was pounding Donna's cunt so hard that sweat dripped on her back, her little asshole winked at him as he rapidly drew in and out. Donna yelled, "Again! I'm gonna cum again! Please cum with me!" As if on cue, Adriana clamped her thighs around Donna's head as her expert tongue drove her to another crescendo. Donna had lost track of her orgasms, and didn't give a shit. "Here I come!" James gasped. "On our face!" Adriana spat out her edict as they both began licking and sucking James' swollen, pussy juice covered, cum slicked cock. "Yeah, shoot your load on your sister's face, bro!" "Grrr-ahhhhh!!!!!!!!" James bellowed as the first ropy tendril of milky nut butter blasted from his wide purple head, landing directly in her open mouth. Blast after blast of his hot seed spat from his stiff member, landing on faces, tits, even hair. "I have never had so much!" James laughed as he collapsed backwards, spent from exertion. The two girls were once again attacking each other, this time giving each other tongue baths to eradicate the load that had just covered them. They were pushing the semen into each others mouths and sucking it from one another's skin. James, as exhausted as he was, felt his cock twitch to life. Moments later, all three were on the floor, cuddling, basking in the moment. Adriana slowly, ever so slowly was pumping James' cock in her hand, preparing him for hopefully another round of hot sex. "Donna," Adriana sat up, "What did that mean, 'Cum on your sisters face?'" The siblings exchanged a knowing glance. "Ade," James started, "We have something that we should tell you..." Summer Internship PRELUDE It was late afternoon and no one else was in the office except for Matt and the boss's son Michael, pronounced Michelle. Matt and Michael attended the same college but had not been acquaintances until the summer following their sophomore year. Matt had applied for a summer internship at a company that Michael's father Phillip owned. That summer Michael had invited Matt to the family cottage for a long weekend. It was the weekend of Matt's introduction to bi-sex. He learned that Michael was gay but he also learned that Michael gave great head and had a lovely ass. "Michael, I'm ready for a break," Matt called out. "Okay Matt, I will put the sign out," Michael replied with a hint of his fading French accent. Michael put the Closed for the Day sign on the door and locked it. He went into the office were Matt was working and smiled at the handsome stud. Michael walked around the desk and dropped to his knees as Matt stood up. Michael unbuckled Matt's belt, unfastened his pants and lowered them to his ankles. Michael licked his lips when he saw the outline of Matt's large cock in the underwear. Michael fondled the cock through the cotton material as Matt took off his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt. Michael pulled the snug briefs down and Matt's cock sprung out and bobbed in front of him. Michael loved to do that and see the big stiff dick bounce around in front of his face. He took the impressive shaft in his hand and guided it to his mouth. He sucked Matt for a few minutes and then removed the cock from his mouth. Holding it he looked up and spoke. "We are all alone. Let's get naked," Michael suggested excitedly. Matt nodded his agreement as he was already nearly naked. He kicked his pants and underwear off and removed his dress shirt. Michael removed all his clothes as Matt finished undressing and then they were barefoot and naked in the office. Michael resumed sucking Matt's cock and within minutes Matt was cumming in Michael's mouth. Michael drank down every drop of the salty nectar and continued to suck Matt keeping him hard. Michael loved the fact that Matt could easily cum three times a day and sometimes four. He would never forget their first weekend at the cabin. Michael removed Matt's cock and asked, "Are you ready to fuck me this time?" "You bet. Get that curvy hot ass up here," Matt replied in a raspy voice. Matt had learned to love anal sex and Michael had one of the nicest asses male or female that he had ever fucked. Matt had been introduced to anal by a very hot and beautiful girl the summer after he graduated from high school. He was surprised that a girl who was so pretty would do the things that she did but he sure learned a lot from her. He was well prepared for college by the end of that summer. Not in his wildest dreams did he think that he would ever fuck a guy but Michael loved it and he had such a great ass. Michael lubed his ass and handed Matt the tube so he could grease his cock. Matt had already placed the paper towels on the desk for cleanup. Matt lubed his dick and he was ready for action. He eased his cock into Michael and slowly entered his ass. Michael moaned sexily as he always did when Matt's big dick filled his hole. At first Michael would control the action and move his ass back and forth taking the cock deeper and deeper. Once Matt was all the way in he took over and fucked Michael with long steady strokes. Matt maintained the rhythm until he was ready to cum and then he picked up the pace. His hips were slamming into Michael's buttocks causing the curvy cheeks to jiggle. Matt loved to see the smooth round flesh jiggle as he drilled the shapely ass. Sensing he was about to shoot he pulled out and aimed his cock at Michael's lovely ass. Semen spurted out and landed on his anus and buttocks. Michael cooed when he felt the warm sperm land on him. He knew what was next and anticipated the penetration. Matt put his cock back in Michael's ass and as he did he pushed in some of his seed. He did this several times and then let his cock stay in as Michael massaged it with his sphincter. Matt liked the way the sphincter clenched and released his shaft milking the remaining semen from him. Only Michael did that which was one reason why Matt liked fucking him. Michael wanted to get off so Matt pulled out of his ass. Michael turned around and stretched out on the desk with his legs up exposing his anus. Matt stepped in close and put his cock back in as Michael jerked off. It had taken awhile for Matt to get comfortable fucking Michael missionary style. He wasn't into looking at cock and balls as he preferred that they were not visible when he was fucking Michael's ass. However Michael liked to cum with a cock in his ass and Matt had learned to deal with it. It didn't take long for Michael to cum and when he did he shot his load on his chest, abs and pubes. Matt did like the way the sphincter contracted around his cock when Michael ejaculated. Matt left his cock in Michael for a few more minutes and then pulled out. He handed the paper towels to Michael and wiped his own cock clean. The two young men wiped themselves dry of semen and then got dressed. "I really enjoy our afternoon breaks whenever we can have them," Michael said in sexy tone. "I do too. I really like fucking you. I still think that you may have the nicest ass that I have ever fucked," Matt added. "I'm glad that I can compete with the girls," Michael gushed with a blush. "Oh you compete all right. When it comes to sucking cock and butt fucking you are the best," Matt lauded him. "I'm looking forward to this weekend at the cabin." "I am too," Matt agreed as the first time flashed through his mind. THE FIRST GAY FOR MATT Matt and Michael were complete opposites. Matt was 6'2" 180 pounds and very fit. He had a chiseled athletic body with washboard abs. His hair was light brown and he kept in cut short. Michael on the other hand was 5'6" 150 pounds with a slender effeminate body. He wore his long brown hair over his neck and ears. Michael was thrilled when Matt applied for the internship. He did not know Matt at the time but his father pointed out that Matt was from the same college. Michael participated in the interview process since he would have to work with the other intern. Michael was floored by Matt's good looks and physical stature. He told his father to hire Matt for the summer internship. Matt was glad that he got the job and all though he suspected Michael might be gay, he felt he could work with him. It was four weeks into the summer when Michael suggested that his father invite Matt to their summer cabin for the 4th of July weekend. The father agreed and Michael suggested that he and Matt head up the day before and get the cabin ready. Phillip agreed so the two young men left for the cabin early Friday morning. After picking up groceries on the way there they arrived around 10:00 AM and began working. Michael showed Matt were they would be sleeping in the same room with twin bunks. They stowed their gear in the room and then went to work cleaning the cabin. They had the inside finished by noon and took short break for lunch. After lunch they worked out side cleaning up the leaves and deadfall. Matt was wearing cut off jeans and he took off his shirt. Michael loved watching the muscular Matt move around the property. Michael was wearing very tight shorts and a tank top. Matt was surprised how much Michael resembled a girl especially from behind. He had slender shapely legs, his skin was smooth and delicate and he had a very curvy ass. Matt admired the round bottom several times and thought to himself, "Many a girl would kill for an ass like that." The two young men worked diligently even though they stole glances at each other from time to time. By 6:00 PM they had finished their chores and were ready to shower and relax. They showered before eating hamburgers off the grill. The mosquitoes were starting to show up so they ate inside the cabin. Following dinner they cleaned up the dishes and Michael opened a bottle of red wine. The two of them sat around in their sleep shorts drinking wine and talking about school. Michael was on the rustic sofa lying naked on his stomach a she sipped his wine. His magnificent ass looked fantastic. It was as if someone added the buttocks to his slender body. Matt was sure that Michael' cheeks stuck out at least 8" from his lower back and legs. Michael' cock and balls were not visible and he truly looked like a pretty girl sprawled out on the sofa. Matt felt his cock surge in his sleep shorts and he shifted to try and hide it. He continued to stare at the incredible ass on his host and he wondered what it would be like to fuck Michael. Matt thought to himself, "Would it really be that different fucking Michael in the ass then it was butt fucking a girl?" Matt imagined Michael on all fours with his head down on the bed and his curvy ass in the air. Matt was sure that he could bring himself to fuck Michael in the doggy position. He imagined his cock sliding in and out between the glorious ass cheeks and filling the warm anal passage. It took all his will power to refrain from taking it further. He tried to think of other things and dismiss it from his mind. Michael got up to get something and Matt watched him closely. Once again Matt's eyes were fixed on the marvelous looking ass of his co-worker. It was so perfect it didn't it seem real. It was like looking at one of those cartoon characters where their prowess was exaggerated. Matt stood up and his stiff cock caught in the pants leg of his shorts. He still had a difficult time believing that a guy's ass could get him so excited. Michael lay back down and intentionally pushed up on his knees ever so slightly to further accentuate the shape of his lovely ass. He then turned and looked right at Matt and asked, "Matt would you massage my back with this lotion. I am a little stiff from the work we did today." "Sure, I can do that," Matt stammered thinking to himself, "You're not as stiff as I am right now." Matt stared at Michael briefly as he had never seen a guy look so feminine but of course his cock was out of sight. Michael's skin was hairless and without a blemish and when Matt began to apply the lotion, he felt the smooth texture of Michael's skin. Matt had massaged plenty of females in his life but he couldn't recall anyone with skin any smoother than Michael. Matt began at Michael's neck and shoulders and worked his way down Michael's back. As he massaged his effeminate looking host, Matt felt his cock harden in his sleep shorts yet again. Michael had turned his head to one side resting on his hands folded on the sofa. He noticed the bulge in Matt's shorts and he smiled. Michael also noticed that the outline of Matt's cock was very impressive and Michael guessed the size to be close to eight inches and it was very thick. "Would you mind doing my legs too?" Michael requested. Matt didn't speak but moved down to the end of the lounge and began to apply lotion to Michael's calves and thighs. Matt massaged Michael's calves up to the back of his knees and then his thighs just below his sleep shorts. Matt then stared at the shapely ass before him. Now that he looked at Michael's ass it looked every bit as good as any of the women that he had butt fucked. He was tempted to pull the shorts down and get a look at the naked ass. "Oh that feels wonderful. You have great hands and I love the way you massage the lotion into me," Michael cooed. "I think that I better stop now," Matt stammered showing his nervousness. "Oh would you do my shoulders again first," Michael requested. Michael had a woody and he wasn't quite ready to turn over and besides he was going to try and take it to the next step with Matt. Michael wanted to see how far he could go with him. Matt moved to the head of the sofa and began to put lotion on Michael's shoulders again. As Matt's hands massaged Michael's shoulders, Michael let his hands drift to Matt's sleep shorts. Matt felt Michael's hands fumbling with his shorts and then he realized that Michael had freed his cock through the leg opening. Matt tried to step back but Michael held on to the big thick shaft. "Relax and let me enjoy your beautiful cock," Michael said as he stroked the long thick penis. "Haven't you ever had sex with a man?" "No." "Well just relax and enjoy it. I know you like my ass. I see you checking it out all the time." "We shouldn't," Matt said nervously. "Sure we should, let's just enjoy this," Michael whispered again just before he lowered his mouth onto Matt's cock. "Oh my God it's going to happen," Matt thought to himself. Matt knew that it was a big step to let Michael suck his cock but it felt so good. Michael was an excellent cock sucker and Matt knew that he would cum soon. Michael pulled Matt closer to the sofa and he began to fondle Michael's balls and stroke his perineum. Matt was so turned on that he busted his nut quickly and flooded Michael's mouth. Michael handled the discharge expertly and sucked every drop out of Matt's cock. Michael lowered Matt's sleep shorts down to his knees and pulled Matt closer. Michael held onto Matt's muscular buttocks as he continued to suck Matt's cock keeping Matt hard. "Now I would love for you to fuck me. I want to feel that marvelous cock in my ass. Why don't you remove my shorts, massage my ass some more and lubricate my anus for me," Michael directed and added, "Let's take this into the bedroom." Once in the bedroom Michael removed his sleep shorts as did Matt. Michael got in his bunk and Matt followed Michael's instructions and began to massage Michael's ass. Matt then worked Michael's ass just as he had any of the college girl's he had butt fucked. He lovingly massaged Michael shapely buttocks and lubricated Michael's asshole. Matt put one then two fingers in Michael's ass and finger fucked him for several minutes. "I'm ready for you Matt. I'm ready for you to put your big dick in me. Go slow and make this last a long time," Michael whispered sexily. Staring the entire time at Michael's beautiful curvy ass, Matt got up on the bed and lowered his body onto Michael. Matt held his erect cock in his hand and guided to Michael's anus. Michael held his breath as the thick but soft mushroom head opened up the anus and stretched the sphincter. Matt was thoughtful and gentle as he slowly penetrated a guy's ass for the first time in his life. Michael's ass opened up and welcomed Matt's cock into the warm snug passage. Matt held still and let Michael move under him. Once Matt was satisfied that Michael had loosened up he began to fuck Michael with long steady deliberate strokes. The two of them moved together as if they had done this many times before. Michael rose up slightly on his knees while keeping his chest pressed against the bed. This move accentuated the round shape of his shapely ass. Matt like the feel of the curvy buttocks as he drove his cock all the way home. Normally Matt liked the girls in a doggy style position but he found he liked the way Michael felt under him. Michael groaned repeatedly each time Matt buried his cock in Michael's ass. Every time Matt drove his cock into Michael's bottom, Michael lifted his hips to receive the cock in his ass. They fucked slowly and maintained their rhythm and Matt wrapped his arms around Michael's upper body. Their bodies pressed together as they made love and Matt felt just like he was in the ass of a woman. Matt never expected that fucking a guy could be so enjoyable and so erotic. Matt was so wrapped up fucking Michael's hot curvy ass that his ejaculation snuck up on him. Almost without warning Matt shot another massive load, this time into Michael's rectum. Michael groaned aloud when he felt the first stream shoot into him followed by several more streams nearly as forceful. Matt moved his hips in and out as he ejaculated into Michael until he was nearly drained. Matt pressed his body into Michael and remained still as Michael clenched and unclenched his sphincter muscle around Matt's shaft. Matt was still hard when he removed his cock from Michael's ass and got off his bed. Michael turned over and took a hold of his own erection and stroked it in search of his release. Matt watched Michael jerk off. Michael saw that Matt was still hard and spoke softly, "Put your cock back in me. Just fuck me until I cum." Matt moved back to Michael who lifted his legs to receive Matt's cock. Matt eased his cock back into Michael's well lubed passage and began to fuck him again. Michael stroked his cock as Matt fucked him and Matt was amazed that he was still hard after cumming twice. Matt watched as Michael closed his eyes and felt Michael's sphincter tighten around his cock as Michael ejaculated. Michael's load shot out in four or five streams and landed on his chest, abs and pubes. Michael smiled and said, "I think that you like fucking me," Michael whispered. Matt just nodded but now he was embarrassed about what happened. He pulled out of Michael and got wash cloths for both of them. They wiped the semen from their body and Matt only got more turned on. Michael rolled over on his belly again and within minutes Matt was buried balls deep again in Michael's tight asshole. Michael was flattened on the bed face down as Matt drove his impressive cock deep into the bowels of his new lover. Michael's ass moved under Matt but Matt's strength and drive kept Michael pinned under him. Matt's powerful buttocks clenched and unclenched as he pummeled Michael's ass. His thick cock drove into Michael and then retreated until only the head remained in Michael's rectum. Michael felt the powerful shaft drive in and out of his anal passage like a piston causing Michael to cry out. "Oh man your cock is so big in my ass, so deep. Cum in me like the last time, I want to feel you shooting in my ass!" Michael exclaimed. Matt continued to fuck the shapely firm ass of his lover driving his cock into the warm recess. Matt sensed his orgasm building in his balls and he knew that within minutes he would cum in Michael's hot ass. Matt felt the pressure in his scrotum just before he unleashed a torrent of semen into the shapely firm ass underneath him. Matt felt Michael's sphincter muscle tighten around the shaft and squeeze every ounce of juice out of it. Matt stayed hard and he continued to slowly fuck Michael's ass as the semen coated his shaft. Michael sensed that Matt was going to stay hard without pulling out of his ass and whispered, "Matt if you are going to keep fucking my ass let's roll on our sides." Matt rolled to his side keeping his cock in Michael's ass as he pulled Michael to the side. Matt's hands wrapped around and caressed Michael's body. Matt gently pinched Michael's nipples and kept fucking Michael until they both came. Michael came two times before Matt came in Michael's ass again. The first time Michael ejaculated; his cum shot passed his face and hit the headboard of bed. The second time he came his seed hit him in the face and neck. Then Matt lost it and dumped another load in Michael's ass. The two of them rested on their sides as Matt's cock slowly deflated and slipped from Michael's asshole. Matt moved over to his own bunk as that was more than enough him. That night Matt could not get the image of Michael's ass out of his mind. They didn't speak another word as they lay in their separate bunks. Michael knew that Matt was struggling with what they had done and it was not the time to discuss it. Matt did not know how he would react in the morning when confronted by his co-worker. They fell asleep without another word. THE MORNING AFTER Matt rolled to his side as he started to wake up that Saturday morning. He opened his eyes slowly and glanced over at the other bunk. He saw that it was empty. Rolling on his back he stared at the bedroom ceiling thinking back to the previous night. He struggled with his feelings as he had never expected to have sex with Michael and more so that he never knew he would actually enjoy it. How could something so wrong so taboo, feel that good? As he recalled fucking Michael's super fine ass, he got a morning woody. As Matt took a hold of his cock he realized that he had slept in the nude. Thinking of Michael's ass he stroked his cock but not with any urgency or desire to cum. Summer Internship In the kitchen Michael had made the coffee and he was getting things ready for breakfast. He was dressed in his snug sleep shorts which showed off the curve of his lovely ass. As he worked at the kitchen counter he too thought of the night before. It had gone better than expected and he was pleased that Matt fucked him and came so many times. Michael couldn't remember the last time he had so much semen deposited in his rectum, if ever. There would have been even more if Matt had not cum in his mouth first. As Michael recalled the previous evening he too got a woody and rubbed his hand over it confined in his shorts. Matt got out of bed and took his morning piss, washed his face and hands and walked naked into the kitchen to see if Michael was there. Matt stood in the kitchen and watched as Michael moved around the counter making coffee and preparing breakfast items. Matt's eyes were fixated on Michael's sweet round ass encased in his tight sleep shorts. He still couldn't believe that he had actually fucked that sweet ass the night before. Now he stared at it as it undulated under the snug fabric, he felt his cock stiffen. Unable to resist the allure of Michael's bottom, Matt closed the distance between them. He moved close to Michael and reached out with both hands to cup the lovely buttocks. Michael flinched at first and then relaxed as Matt massaged the firm round globes. Michael cooed and leaned back into Matt who slipped his hands inside the shorts and fondled the bare buttocks. Michael reached behind him and located Matt's hard cock and grasped it in his hand. Matt continued to fondle and caress the smooth cheeks. He liked fondling women's asses as much as their breasts but that morning it was a guy's ass that he fondled. He pushed Michael's shorts down just below the buttocks and continued to caress the lovely cheeks. Michael attempted to pull them all the way down but Matt stopped him. Matt liked the look of just the buttocks being exposed while the shorts still covered Michael's pubes. Michael's erection strained against the material of the sleep shorts. "I like this look. It is really sexy," Matt whispered the first words that were spoken between them. Matt moved in closer and let his cock rest in the crack of Michael's ass. Michael moved his butt up and down using his buttocks to massage the stiff dick. Matt couldn't wait any longer as he just had to fuck the pretty young gay again. He scooped some margarine out of the tub and used it to lubricate Michael's anal passage. He also coated his cock with it. Matt used his saliva to make his cock even slicker before he pressed forward and let it sink into Michael's receptive ass. Michael leaned forward and arched his back causing his ass to look even more appealing. Matt sunk his cock all the way in and then retreated keeping just the head in, being careful not to let it slip out. Matt continued his slow steady fucking motion until he felt his imminent ejaculation. He pulled out and sprayed his load all over Michael's buttocks and then using his still stiff cock he pushed the semen around on the bare bottom. Scooping some up with his cock head he moved it to Michael's anus. Matt then pushed his cock back into Michael's ass and let the sphincter milk it dry. Michael could stand it no longer as he had to cum. He pushed his shorts below his knees and jerked off with Matt's cock still in him. Matt put his arms around Michael and held him snug driving his still hard cock into him. "Oh here it cums," Michael whispered as if there were others around. He aimed his cock toward the sink and ejaculated. Matt liked the way the sphincter tightened around his cock each time Michael's cock pulsated. Michael squeezed every drop from his cock and wiped it and his hand with a kitchen towel. Matt was still hard in him but decided to wait until later to fuck Michael again. He eased his impressive cock out of his co-worker's ass and used the same kitchen towel to wipe it off. "That was wonderful Matt. I'm glad you fucked me again this morning. We won't be able to do that once my parents arrive," Michael said with a deep sigh. "What time do you think they will get here?" "Probably about 11:00 or 12:00, mother is not an early riser. We will have time to have sex again but let's have some breakfast first," Michael suggested. Matt returned to the bedroom to locate his sleep shorts. He put them on and rejoined Michael in the kitchen. As they ate breakfast Matt found himself wanting to fuck Michael again. He couldn't believe how addicted he had become to the pretty gay's ass. They finished breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen and went back to the bedroom for more sex. They stripped off their shorts and Michael's 6" erect dick wavered in the air. He knelt on the bed and raised his ass in the air. Matt looked at him in this position and decided that he really looked like a girl with his smooth hairless body and his great looking bubble butt. Michael had something in his hand and he reached back and prepared his asshole with some kind of lube "Here put this on your cock too," Michael whispered handing Matt the lube. Matt took the lube and applied a generous amount to his own cock. Matt knelt behind Michael and stared at the incredible ass that he was about to fuck for the fourth time. He hadn't fucked an ass since that girl weeks ago but he was making up for it with Michael. Matt coated his dick making very slippery and then he eased into Michael's asshole. Matt once again was gentle with him allowing Michael to adjust to the size of his cock. Soon he was buried to the hilt in Michael's ass and he fucked the young man royally. Matt held on to the pretty twin cheeks of Michael's ass as he fucked him thoroughly. Michael had been butt fucked by other guys but never with a cock Matt's size. He loved the feeling of Matt's impressive dick in his ass. Michael felt Matt tense and then fill his ass with cum. Matt continued to fuck Michael's ass as cum backed out of Michael's asshole and ran down over Michael's balls. Michael fired a blast of cum onto the bed without ever even touching his own cock. Matt eased his softening cock out of Michael's ass and the two of them then flopped down on the bed and relaxed. Later they showered dressed and were sitting on the porch drinking coffee when Michael's parents arrived. They greeted them and helped them unload the car. Minutes later they were seated around the kitchen table having lunch. Matt caught himself staring at Michael's mother Nichole as she was beauty and there was no mistake where Michael got his hot ass from. Matt could not help but wonder if Nichole took it in the ass and if Phillip liked anal sex. He knew if he had a wife like Nichole he would be butt fucking her all the time. After lunch they took a boat ride around the lake and Phillip described the scenery to Matt. Nichole had worn a tasteful two piece bathing suit which accentuated her lovely curves. Matt knew that the next time he was fucking Michael that he would be thinking about Nichole's ass. They returned to the cabin after the boat ride and they got ready for dinner. Nichole and Michael were both short tight shorts and it was driving Matt crazy. As the mother and son worked at the kitchen counter Matt thought that they looked like mother and daughter from behind. Nichole's hair was brown like Michaels and she wore it long down to her shoulders. Michael's hair covered the nape of his neck and ears in a feminine style. They were the same height with shapely slender bodies. They both had nice legs and their asses were to die for. Matt had a boner most of time as they got ready for dinner. It was going to be a frustrating night for him if he didn't get to fuck Michael again. After the dinner the four of them sat around sipping cocktails and making small talk. Matt has hornier than a three pecker billy goat by the time they retired for the evening. Once in the bedroom Matt grabbed Michael's ass. Michael laughed at his horny guest and whispered to him. "We can't fuck in the bunk. It makes too much noise," Michael cautioned. Matt remembered the creaky sounds when he last fucked Michael but he was determined to have some ass that night. "I have to have your ass tonight. Let's do it on the floor." Michael nodded and he took pillows from the bed and put them on the floor. He located the lube and took up his position on his knees. Michael lubed his ass and then handed the tube to Matt who in turn greased up his cock. Matt had a raging hard-on and he knew that he would probably cum quickly. He moved in behind Michael and eased his cock into the receptive ass. They both tried to be quiet as they fucked on the bedroom floor of the cabin. As he feared Matt ejaculated quickly and flooded Michael's rectum. He kept on fucking Michael determined to cum again and imagining that he was fucking Michael's mother. Michael whispered to Matt for them to move to their sides. They rolled to their left sides and as they did Matt's cock stayed in Michael. Once in the spoon position Matt moved slowly and methodically. Michael was stroking his erection as his ass was drilled once again. Michael came first this time and his sphincter tightened around Matt's swollen cock. Matt kept right on fucking his co-worker as he was in no rush to cum. Michael came again before Matt did and then Matt flooded Michael's rectum. The two of them separated and returned to the own bunks. The following morning they did not have sex as Michael was up early to go fishing with his dad. Matt stayed in bed until they left and then he listened for Nichole. He heard her in the kitchen and decided to see what would happen if she saw him naked. Matt went to the bathroom to take his morning piss and clean up. He stroked his cock to a semi-hard state and took a deep breath. "Here we go," he thought to himself and then walked into the kitchen naked. NEXT CHAPTER See what happens with Matt and Michael's mom Nichole. Summer Internship Ch. 01 Craig was married. And I knew that at the beginning. It's important to make that as clear as possible up front, because I need to be sure that you, dear reader, understand that I didn't intend for things to go as far as they did. It started in the summer of my 19th year. I was working as an intern at the local radio station, for the morning shock jocks. The guys (Eddie and Ralph) were really cool, and flirted with me like crazy, but they also had insanely jealous girlfriends who would kill them if it went further than a little playful ass-grabbing, or the occasional "accidental" brush of my firm breasts against an arm as they reached for a cup of coffee. One morning, during a production meeting, the door opened and the most drop-dead gorgeous guy I'd ever seen in my life walked through. He was six feet tall, with thick wavy black hair and piercing royal blue eyes. He wore a black suit and gray silk tie, and the minute he walked in, my nipples tightened and began to ache, and I felt myself squeezing my thighs together under the table. "Hi everyone," he said. "My name is Craig MacAllister. I'm the new programming manager." His voice was deep and sexy, and made me instantly wet as I began to lose myself in a fantasy involving those lips against my ear, saying naughty, dirty things to me as his big hands roamed my body, touching, squeezing, caressing, dipping into secret places... Suddenly I realized that the room had gown quiet. Lily, one of the other interns, nudged my foot under the table. I looked around to see everyone staring at me. Craig's eyes held mine, and I panicked. "Your name," Lily hissed at me under her breath. "Oh. Oh," I said. "I'm sorry. I thought – I didn't realize it was my turn. Um... Kayla. Kayla Callahan." "And you're one of the interns," Craig said. I nodded. I spent the rest of the meeting flushed bright red, and when it ended, Lily came over to me. "You sure were staring a hole into MacAllister," she teased. "God, he's so hot!" I exclaimed. She shrugged. "He's okay, for a white boy. Doesn't matter, he's got a big platinum wedding band on his finger." I gave her a look. "Like that means anything." "Kay, you can't possibly go after him. You need this job to graduate." "And what better way to get a good review?" I said, only partially kidding. She laughed. "You're awful." The rest of the day passed around me as I felt like I moved in slow motion. My panties were absolutely soaked through, and I was certain that I was surrounded by an odor of sex. I couldn't help it; I could not stop thinking about Craig – his eyes, his voice, those big, strong-looking hands... Suddenly, a voice broke into my haze. "Kayla, right?" I turned my head in the direction of the sound. There he was. My breath caught. "Right," I managed. He smiled. "Was there, uh... can I do something for you, Mr. MacAllister?" I asked. "I have a daughter about your age," he said. "Really?" "Yeah," he said. "Listen, this is a really weird thing for me to ask you, since I don't really know you, but –" "What?" I asked, thinking, Anything... I'll do anything... just ask... "Well, we're new to town, and she doesn't really know anyone. I was wondering if you'd like to come to the house tomorrow after work and just, I don't know, show her around? She's a little shy, and her mother and I – well, we're worried about her making friends here." "Sure, Mr. MacAllister," I said. "I'd love to." He gave a sigh of relief. "Great. Thanks. Oh – we have an inground pool, so if you wanted to bring a swimsuit, that would be okay. Or you guys could go out. Whatever you think." "Sure thing," I said, reaching around him to pick up some files, making sure that my 38C breasts pressed against his hand, which rested on the filing cabinet. He blushed, and I said, "Oh, sorry about that." "Uh... right. I'll, uh – I'll see you tomorrow, then." "See you tomorrow," I said, feeling absolutely giddy about the lusty look in his eyes. The next day, as I got ready for work, I made sure to dress as provocatively as possible without making it look like I was trying. I put on a sheer pink bra and panties – so sheer that my dark rose-colored nipples were clearly visible. I pulled on a tight white T-shirt, knowing that it would be almost see-through under the fluorescent lights in the office. Pulling on tight jeans and strappy sandals, my outfit was complete. I grabbed a white bikini and a beach towel, threw them into my bag, and headed for the bus stop. When I got to work, I found that Eddie and Ralph kept finding reasons to call me into the studio during the show. During the course of their banter, they determined that I hadn't been performing satisfactorily and that I needed a "spanking." "Except I don't think she'll feel it through those jeans," Ralph said. "I think we're going to need her to pull them down, don't you, Eddie?" "I don't know, guys," I said into the microphone, knowing full well that I'd take any opportunity that I could to ensure that Craig might walk by and see me in my underwear. "What's the matter, Kayla?" Eddie teased. "Aren't you wearing panties today?" "Of course I am," I said in mock indignation. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" "Well, then, I think you need to follow instructions," Ralph said. "Come on, let's get those jeans off!" After a little more obligatory objection, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and slid them down over my firm thighs, stepping out of them. Eddie and Ralph stared at my pussy, clearly visible through the sheer fabric of my panties. Their mouths dropped open for a second, then Eddie recovered. "For those of you out there listening who can't see what we can see right now," he said, "you poor bastards." "Wow, Kayla, those are some HOT panties you've got on," Ralph said. "Why, thank you, Ralph," I replied demurely. "She's wearing panties?" Eddie said. "You can't even tell!" "Okay, Kayla, come here and take your punishment," Ralph said. "Bend over my knee." With a smile, I walked over to Ralph and knelt on the floor, my abdomen bent over his thigh, my face in his crotch. I looked up and grinned at him. "You nasty little girl," he murmured with a smile. "How many smacks does she get?" Eddie asked. "I think five from each of us sounds about right," Ralph said, his hand resting on my ass, rubbing almost imperceptible circles around my tight buttocks. "Okay, then," Eddie said. "Go for it. How's that ass feel, by the way, Ralph?" "Like a ripe peach," he said, and I felt his hand slide just below the waistband of my panties. I looked at him, surprised, and he put his finger to his lips to signal for me not to comment. With a grin, I put my head down and wasn't very surprised when I discovered that he had a raging erection. I rested my cheek against it and began moving my face against it. WHACK! His hand came down on my ass, and I yelped, burying my face in his lap. He pressed his erection against my face as the next four smacks came. "Okay," Ralph said, his breath coming hard and fast, "time for you to go over to Eddie." As I stood, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that many of my male co-workers had gathered at the studio window. As I hoped, Craig was among them. I turned to Eddie. "Do you really have to spank me?" I asked in my best innocent voice. "My butt kind of hurts." "I don't Kayla, what other option do I have?" "I'll do anything," I said, and I noticed a stirring in Eddie's pants as well. "Anything, huh?" he said. "I don't know. What did you have in mind?" "Hey, if she says she'll do anything, then tell her to take her top off," Ralph teased. Eddie looked at me to see if this was okay. "Would you be willing to do that?" he asked. I nodded to reassure him that I was fine with it. "I don't know," I said aloud. "Well, it's either that or the spanking," he said. I pretended to hem and haw about it for a while, then "reluctantly" agreed. I reached for the bottom of the tight T-shirt I wore and pulled it over my head. Eddie's eyes bugged out of his head as he saw that my bra might as well have been non-existent. I felt empowered, standing there practically naked, my erect nipples exposed to my employers and, more importantly, to Craig. I didn't dare look to see Craig's reaction. "Wow, great cans," Ralph said. "Thanks," I said in a mock-shy voice. "I don't know if this is enough to punish you, though," Eddie said. "I think I'm going to need more, what do you think, Ralphie?" "I think she should sit in your lap and let you squeeze those things until the next commercial break," Ralph said. "No way," I said, nodding to show that I was okay with it. "Come on, Kayla, you agreed that you deserved a punishment," Ralph said. Again, objecting for a while, I finally agreed and went to sit in Eddie's lap. His hands immediately reached for my breasts, with Ralph narrating for the audience. He caressed them lightly, gently rolling my rock-hard nipples between his fingers. He touched me tenderly, as though he had been dying for this opportunity. My pussy grew wet, and that was easy to see. Eddie just kept rubbing and squeezing my tits, and it felt so wonderful that I put my arms around his neck and quietly nuzzled his neck. "How's that feel, Kayla?" Ralph asked. "Really nice," I said, looking into Eddie's eyes. "How do her boobs feel, Ed?" "This chick has a rockin' bod," Eddie said, his lips brushing my cheek lightly. "You don't know what you're missing, Ralph." I vaguely heard Ralph announce a commercial break as I turned my head and kissed Eddie, sliding my tongue deep into his mouth, sucking lightly at his lips. One of his hands stayed on my full breast, massaging it, and the other traveled to my lap, touching my wet panties and rubbing my distended clit through the sheer fabric. "Hey, you two, break it up," Ralph said, laughing. "We went to commercial twenty seconds ago." Dazed, we broke apart. I grinned at them. "Was that okay?" I asked. "Holy fuck," Eddie said. "I'm not going to be able to walk for a week." I laughed and picked up my clothes and put them back on. "See you later, guys," I said, exiting the studio. I saw Eddie sucking on his fingers as I left. The male contingent from the audience broke into a cheer as I exited the studio. Laughing, I waved them away, but not before I saw Craig, looking pale, hurrying away. At the end of the day, I was sitting in my cubicle, doing some filing, when Craig approached. "Oh, hey," I said. "Hi," he said. "I'm about to get out of here. Were you still interested in coming over to my house?" "Absolutely," I said. "If you're ready to leave, I can give you a ride," he said. "Okay, sure." I grabbed my stuff and followed him to the parking garage. He drove a black Lexus, which I found incredibly sexy, this sleek, dark guy in his sleek, dark car. On the ride to his house, we chatted about college, and finally, the subject of the show that morning came up. "Oh, that," I said, waving my hand. "It's just for ratings." "Well," he said, "I just want to be sure that you know that you don't have to do stuff like that." "I don't mind," I said. "It helps with the numbers, and I think the guys enjoyed it." "Yes, well..." "Did you enjoy it?" I asked, my heart pounding. "Did I..." "Well, objectively, I mean. As a guy. Is that the kind of radio you like to hear?" "Actually, no," he said. "I mostly listen to classical music. I'm not big on talk radio." "So naked girls don't turn you on," I teased. "It isn't –" he stopped, unsure what to say. "It's okay," I said. "I'm only kidding." But I wasn't. When we reached his house, he parked in the driveway and we entered the house through a side door. A slim, tall blonde woman stood in the kitchen, basting a roast of some kind. "Mindy," he said, kissing her on the cheek, "this is Kayla, from the station. Kayla, my wife Mindy." "Hello," I said, shaking her hand. She looked like an angel. Her hair was like platinum silk, falling around her shoulders in loose curls. Her pale blue eyes were rimmed with thick golden lashes. She wore no make-up; she didn't need to. The woman was fucking gorgeous. I instantly hated her. "Hello," she said, and I could tell the feeling was mutual. "Where's Stacey?" Craig asked her. "I don't know. She isn't home yet. I told her to be here by six, but you know..." she let her voice trail off. "I do hope Craig told you to bring your swimsuit," she said to me in a tone that clearly suggested she hoped no such thing. "He's the only one who uses the pool. It would be a shame to let it go to waste." "Yes," I said, thinking of the skimpy, lacy white bikini that I'd packed, the one that was surely not the kind of swimsuit Mindy had in mind. "Wonderful. Why don't you go up to one of the guest rooms and get changed. Dinner's about another hour away." To Craig, she said, "I suppose you'd better take a swim as well. Since Stacey didn't see fit to come home, someone ought to entertain our guest." He nodded. "Come on, Kayla, I'll show you where the guest room is." I followed Craig up the stairs to a pretty blue and white room at the front of the house. There was a huge bay window and a four-poster bed. "You can get changed in here," he said. "Then go ahead out to the pool; I'll be there in a few minutes." "Okay," I said. As he closed the door behind him, I pulled off my T-shirt and jeans. Reaching behind myself, I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor, my heavy breasts free from their restraints. I turned and was startled; Craig had come back in. He gasped. "I – oh, God, I'm so sorry," he said, unable to pull his gaze away from my tits. "I just wanted to give you this." He held a fluffy white towel out to me. I walked slowly over to him, my breasts bobbing gently as I moved. My nipples were like two spikes. I reached out and took the towel from him. "Thanks," I said, my eyes never leaving his face. His eyes flicked back up to mine. "I'm so sorry." "Don't be," I said. "You pretty much saw it today already, right?" He glanced at my tits again, then back up to my face. "Maybe this –" "Mr. MacAllister, it's fine," I said. "Really. Don't feel uncomfortable. I don't." I turned and slid my panties off and I heard him leave, the door shutting quietly behind him. I picked up the bikini bottoms and slid them on, then picked up the top. Before I could put it on, I felt arms encircle me from behind, and large, strong hands cupping my breasts. He'd stayed! He'd come into the room and he was touching me, caressing my naked breasts, pinching my nipples, nuzzling my neck... I relaxed back into him, letting his hands continue their exploration of my body. "God, you feel so fucking good," he whispered against my temple. "Mindy hasn't let me touch her in..." he moaned as I pushed my ass back against his massive erection. One of his hands slid down over my belly and under the bikini bottoms, cupping my pussy gently. "I shouldn't be doing this," he berated himself as he continued to stroke, caress, pinch and squeeze me. "You're just a child..." "I'm nineteen," I replied. "You're not breaking the law." "My little girl is your age," he said. "This is so wrong, but you're so fucking sexy..." I pulled away and led him over to the bed. "We can't," he said. I just looked at him. "No, I mean... we don't have enough time. Mindy will wonder where we've been." "Well, you certainly can't go down there like that," I said, looking pointedly at his erection. "So let's do something about it." I knelt in front of him and freed his cock from his pants. It was at least eight and a half inches long, and I suddenly, very desperately, wanted it inside me. But he was right; there wasn't enough time for that. So I licked it, stroking it with my tongue. He moaned softly, his hands gripping my head. I sucked on his balls gently, squeezing his dick in my hand as I did. Then I took his shaft into my mouth, sucking it as deep as it would go, and he began desperately fucking my mouth, holding my head in place as he thrust his cock in and out of my lips. It didn't take long for him to cum, and when he did, I swallowed up every drop greedily, reveling in the feel of that huge cock in my mouth, overjoyed that I'd gotten Craig right where I wanted him. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me passionately, his tongue possessing my mouth in a way that, in just that moment, made me totally his. I knew then and there that this was the only man I wanted to touch me ever again. I brought his hands to my tits again. "Touch me," I whispered. "We have to go downstairs," he murmured against my lips. "I don't want Mindy to catch us." Reluctantly, I let go of him. With a quick kiss on my forehead, he turned and left me to dress alone. I knew, right then and there, that this was not over. Summer Internship Ch. 02 After Craig left the room, I realized that I'd become so wet while sucking his cock that my juices were actually running down my legs. "Can't have Mindy seeing that," I murmured, smiling to myself. I scanned the room and discovered a box of tissues on the bureau. I slid the soaked bikini bottoms down over my hips, letting them drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, I crossed to the bureau and grabbed a few tissues. Balling them up, I began to clean myself. Suddenly, the doorknob turned and the door opened. Expecting to see Craig, I turned with a seductive smile on my face, but I was shocked to see a girl, about my age, with pale hair and dark eyes, standing in the doorway. She wore black lipstick and heavy eyeliner. "Oh," I said, trying to cover myself. She raised one eyebrow and stared pointedly at my naked body and the wet tissues balled in my hand. "You're Kayla," she said. "Stacey?" I said, reaching for the towel I'd brought and holding it up to my nude breasts. "Mom said to let you know I was here." "Oh. Uh... I was just getting changed to go swimming. Are -- are you going in?" She shrugged. "I wasn't going to." Her eyes traveled up and down my body, making me shiver. "But I think I will." I nodded. She came fully into the room, shutting the door behind her. Her eyes never leaving me, she crossed to the spot where I'd left my bikini bottoms on the floor and bent to pick them up. A small smile played across her lips as she held them out to me. "Funny," she said. "It almost feels like you were already in the pool." I said nothing and took them, waiting for her to leave. She didn't. Resigned, I let the towel drop to the floor. I heard her breath catch softly as her gaze rested on my naked body. I stepped into the bikini bottoms and pulled them up, safely covering my pussy from her intense stare. "Daddy's a pussy tease," she said, picking up the top of the bikini before I could reach it. She draped it over her shoulder. "What?" "I saw him come out of here. His face was all red. I know what you were doing." "Stacey..." She walked closer to me, not stopping until her face was inches from mine. "He won't fuck you," she said. I didn't respond. "It's okay," she told me. "I'm not going to tell Mom. You're not the first piece of ass he's lusted after, and you won't be the last. But he won't. Fuck you, I mean." "Oh, I think he will," I said, glaring at her. She smiled. Her hand reached up and her finger traced the side of my face, then slid gently over my lips. "Did he cum in your mouth?" she asked. "Did he fuck your mouth until you wished it was your pussy he was thrusting his cock into? That's what he likes," she whispered, her mouth only about an inch from mine. "He likes to keep them desperate until they beg him and beg him to fuck their tight, hot, wet little pussies, but he never does." Incredulous, I felt my own pussy tightening and growing wet as her fingertips very gently stroked my neck. I'd never had any urge to be with a woman before; what was happening to me? "Like I said, Daddy's a pussy tease. He likes his women to service him, but he never returns the favor." Her hand moved down to my belly and massaged the flesh just above my pubic mound. I wanted to pull away, to slap her, to push her away from me, but I was frozen with an unexpected desire. "He might pet you," she continued, her hand wandering further south and sliding under the bikini bottoms to pet the thin landing strip of fur on my pussy. "Like this. He might even slide a finger or two inside, like this." I jumped, startled, as her long, slim fingers slipped between my pussy lips and stroked my clit gently. "But he'll never make you cum. He'll never, ever fuck you. Because Daddy thinks that's cheating, and he'd never cheat on Mom." She continued playing with my pussy as her dark brown eyes gazed into mine. "You're so hot," she whispered. Her lips covered mine, and her hot tongue thrust into my mouth, her free hand finding my plump tits and squeezing them. It was at this that I finally broke away from her. "You don't know me," I said simply, and took the bikini top from her. She smiled. "But Daddy wants you to get to know me. I don't think Mom's too excited about it... but I am," she said, putting the finger that had just been in my cunt into her mouth and sucking on it. "Mmm... I think we're going to be great friends. I'll see you in the pool," she added, letting her eyes flicker over my body again before she left. When she had gone, I sat on the bed, waiting for my heart to stop pounding. This was a complication I hadn't anticipated. I had no idea whether Stacey was telling the truth about Craig's rules for extramarital sexual conquests, but what had become extremely clear was that she was intent on fucking me herself. When I had collected myself, I picked up the towel and went downstairs and out to the pool. Craig was already there, swimming laps. I dropped my towel onto a lounge chair and descended the steps into the shallow end of the pool. As the water reached my knees, Craig, sensing that someone had come in, stopped swimming and looked my way. I saw his reaction to the bikini I wore, which barely covered my smooth flesh. I swam out to him. "You look good enough to eat," he whispered when I reached him. I took his hand and drew it between my thighs, which were once again wet due to his daughter's ministrations as well as the sight of his well-muscled body. I pressed his hand to the heat of my cunt and squeezed my thighs around it. "Feel like a snack?" I asked mischievously. "Careful, baby," he murmured as I rocked gently against his knuckles. "We can't let Mindy or Stacey see." "What they can't see won't hurt them," I replied. "I want you inside me." "My wife and daughter --" "Are really gorgeous," I said, moving closer to him so my breasts brushed his naked chest. "I had no idea." I pulled the cup of my bikini top off my right breast and brought his hand to it. He eagerly squeezed the firm flesh, massaging the nipple. "Mindy's like a china doll," he said. "And just as warm." "Mmmm," I said. "I'm warm. You're warm. Let's start a fire." I reached down and pulled his cock from his trunks. Sliding my bikini out of the way, I touched the tip of his thick cock against my clit, and he jerked away. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I can't fuck you here, in my pool, with my family just inside," he said. I said nothing. "Look, Kayla," he said. "I'm not immune to this. You're beautiful, and hot and sexy and wild. You've got this slutty side to you that I adore, and I'd love nothing more than to spread those gorgeous legs of yours and just..." "What?" I asked, nearly breathless. "Hello, Daddy." We both started, turning to see Stacey standing by the side of the pool, wearing a black one-piece bathing suit that was far more modest than I would have assumed her swimsuit would be. I had no idea how long she'd been there. "Stacey," he said, moving guiltily away from me. "Good. Why don't you keep Kayla company and I'll go see if I can help your mother finish dinner." He swam toward the shallow end of the pool and hoisted himself out. Picking up a towel, he headed toward the house. Stacey slid into the pool and paddled over to me. "Can I take over?" she asked flirtatiously. "What?" She looked pointedly at my right breast, which was still exposed. I jerked the lacy fabric over it, but the bikini had become almost transparent in the water, so it made little difference. "Come on," she said. "I already told you Daddy isn't going to fuck you, so you might as well let me." "I'm pretty sure that's not why he invited me here," I said. "I wasn't planning on telling him," she said, reaching for me, but I swam out of her reach. "Kayla," she admonished, "I'm going to have you. So you might as well give in now." "What are you going to do, rape me?" I retorted. "If I have to." I stopped and turned and looked at her in shock. She swam over to me and took my hands in hers. "I'd rather take you willingly, but I'll take you any way I can get you. I know you were turned on before, Kayla." She dipped her head and kissed my neck. "Your cunt was so wet that all I can think about now is tasting you." Her tongue flicked out and licked my collarbone. "Your tits are so beautiful and soft." She pulled me tightly against her, our breasts squished against each other, and parted my thighs with her knee. "Take off your top," she whispered against my lips. Her mouth possessed mine, much more demanding than her father's had been earlier. Her tongue plundered my mouth as I stood, frozen, feeling her hands roaming all over my body, exploring the most intimate places, squeezing, caressing, pinching. I found myself kissing her back, sliding my arms around her neck, pulling her closer to me, grinding my pussy against her thigh. "Take off your top," she repeated. "I want to see your breasts again." "But your parents..." "They'll be inside until dinner's ready," she said. "Please, Kayla. Please let me touch your breasts again." I reached behind me and untied the top of my bikini, letting it fall, freeing my plump breasts. Stacey smiled and took them into her hands. "They're beautiful," she whispered as she massaged them gently. "Gorgeous. I love breasts with big nipples like these. Do you want me to suck them?" I nodded, unable to speak, mesmerized by her words. She bent and licked my left nipple gently, stroking it with her tongue over and over. Then she took the distended tip between her lips and drew on it, eliciting a gasp from me. She looked up with a smile. "That's it, baby," she said. "Give in to it. I can make you so happy." She began to cover my breasts with kisses, her hand traveling down between my thighs, her fingers fluttering against my erect clit. I reached for her breasts, and she sighed against my skin as I began to stroke her. "No, baby," she said. "Let me do this for you." She pulled me to the steps of the pool and sat me toward the top. She pulled my bikini bottoms down to my ankles and pushed my knees apart. Kissing me on the mouth again, she murmured, "Let me eat you. I want to feel you cum on my tongue." I moaned as she slid down the length of my body and ravaged my poor tortured pussy, sucking and licking and biting as I writhed against her hungry mouth. Her hands caressed my breasts as she sucked and licked and nipped at my dripping cunt. I came violently, whimpering, my thighs clenching around her head. She reached up and covered my mouth to keep me from screaming as she swallowed my cum. When my orgasm had subsided, my body relaxed and I could barely move. I felt Stacey dressing me, gently pulling my bikini bottoms up my legs, tying the top of the bikini into place. She pulled me into her arms and held me, my head resting on her shoulder. I was completely shaken. I had never had any kind of sexual encounter with a woman before, and what was more shocking, I had never had an orgasm so intense in my entire life. Stacey stroked my hair, kissing my cheek. "Kayla," she whispered. I looked at her. Her big dark eyes were deadly serious, her hand massaging the back of my neck. "I think I'm in love with you." I pulled away. "What?" "I'm in love with you, baby," she said, smiling happily. "We're going to be so happy together." "Stacey, what are you talking about?" She frowned. "What do you mean, what am I talking about?" I shook my head. "We're not a couple. We're not going to be a couple." Anger flashed over her face. "What do you mean, we're not going to be a couple? What the hell was all that about just now?" I studied her face, thinking she had to be kidding. We'd just met that day; there was no way this girl actually believed she was in love with me, or that I might return those feelings. "Stacey," I said slowly, "that was fucking. It was great fucking. Fantastic fucking. I've never been fucked like that in my life, actually. But I'm not gay." "I've got news for you," she said with a bitter laugh. "If you never came like that before in your life, but you did when a woman fucked you... you're gay." "I don't think that's how you decide something like that," I said. She looked as though she was about to cry. "Didn't you like me touching you? I thought you loved it." "I..." I knew I needed to choose my words carefully here. "I liked it a lot. But I'm not looking for a relationship with a woman." "No," she said angrily, "you just want to steal my dad from my mom." "What? No," I said. "With your dad, it's just fucking too. I'm not trying to steal anyone." "I already told you, he won't fuck you. But I will, and you loved it. You loved having my tongue in that hot, sloppy pussy of yours. Admit it," she demanded, her voice rising. "Shhh," I said. "Yes, I admit it. I already told you that. But --" She cut me off with a kiss, shoving my hand into her pussy. It was the first time I'd ever touched another woman's cunt. She was hot and slippery. It felt like touching my own, but it was weird to not be feeling the pleasure from it. She held me tightly in place while she rocked against my fingers, whining into my mouth as she used my fingers to masturbate. I yanked away from her. "Stacey." "Why don't you love me?" she whined. "I don't even know you!" I snapped. "You can't tell someone you love her when you just met her an hour ago!" She was quiet for a long moment. "You fucking slut," she sneered. "Yes," I said. "I am a slut. I love sex. I love sex with a lot of different guys. I don't want to be in a relationship. I only came here tonight because --" "- Because you want Dad to fuck you." "Honestly, yes. And what happened between us, well, that was a very pleasant surprise. But no, Stacey, I don't love you. And it's unlikely that I ever will." Again, she was quiet. Then I saw her switch to bargaining mode. "What if I helped you?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "Well, what if I helped you bag Daddy? I could," she insisted. "You told me he doesn't fuck other women," I reminded her. "He doesn't. But he's also never let one of them give him a blowjob while Mom was in the house either," she said. "So maybe he would fuck you. So what if I helped you?" "What are you asking me?" I asked. "If I help you nail Daddy, will you keep fucking me?" she asked, her darkly-lined eyes narrow. I knew I had to weigh this decision carefully. On the one hand, I'd never considered myself a lesbian and really didn't want to lead this girl on when there was no chance of a relationship. On the other, I had loved the feel of her tongue stroking my clit... and I really, really wanted to fuck her father. I opened my mouth to answer. Summer Internship Ch. 02 NICHOLE IS FULL OF SURPRISES Phillip and his gay son Michael, pronounced Michelle, had left the cabin early to go fishing. Phillip's wife Nichole and their guest Matt had remained behind. Matt had gone gaga the day before over Nichole's figure and her killer ass. He had fucked Michael the night before imagining that he was fucking Nichole. Now Matt was about to test the water with Nichole. He stroked his cock to a semi-hard state and walked naked into the kitchen. Nichole turned to greet him and saw that he was naked. She nearly dropped her coffee cup at the sight. "What are you doing? Put some clothes on," she said firmly. Matt noticed her eyes went to his crotch and he faked an apology. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here." Nichole stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. Matt turned to leave the kitchen when Nichole called out. "No wait," she said. Matt turned back toward her and she closed the distance between them. He felt his cock twitch as she got closer. Nichole stood close to him and reached down for his cock. He gasped when she wrapped her hand around it. Nichole held him gently and allowed his cock to become fully erect. Matt shivered when she dropped to her knees and licked the head of his dick. Nichole succumbed to her desires and she led Matt by his dick into the bedroom. She sat down on Matt's bunk and his big cock bounced in front of her face. Nichole stared hungrily at his huge cock and then reached out with her hand to stroke it. She marveled at its size and Matt sighed as she masturbated him. She leaned forward and her tongue snaked out and lapped at his ball sac lightly, then she gently licked up and down his shaft. Her tongue circled his cock head as she slowly took the head of his penis into her mouth. Her lips slid further down the shaft as she was able to take half of his cock in her mouth drawing a moan from him. They hadn't spoken a word to each other since the kitchen. Nichole began to bob her head back and forth on his cock, sucking hard on his huge member and testing her gag line. She was able to get about six of his eight inches in her mouth. Nichole slurped loudly on Matt's dick as her soft lips glided smoothly up and down his long cock. Matt stood before the shapely Nichole as she sucked ravenously on his oversized cock. Her hand cupped his balls and gently caressed them as her tongue licked at the head of his dick each time it came out of her mouth. Matt placed his hands on the back of her head and guided her as she gave him an incredible blowjob. She was every bit as good as Michael and he loved the way she sucked his cock. She was so hot and he couldn't believe his good fortune as he held her hair back to watch her pretty face and sensuous mouth. Nichole kept her eyes closed with her lips snugly wrapped around his shaft as she bobbed back and forth. She was incredibly turned on and her panties were soaked. Matt got her attention with his big cock and Nichole realized that she would be addicted to it. She was so enamored with his impressive cock; she found that she loved to suck on it. Nichole was desperate to please him and to make him cum. She loved to swallow cum. Nichole wanted this to be Matt's best blow job ever and she put all her efforts into it even more so than she ever had with her recent boyfriend. It did not take long to bring Matt to the edge. Matt announced that he was cumming and Nichole clamped down on his cock determined to swallow every drop of his seed. She could feel his cock jerk in her hand as volley after volley bounced off the back of her throat. Nichole swallowed as quickly as she could and did not allow a drop to escape her mouth. She continued to suck on his cock milking it dry of his sperm. Then Nichole took the cock from her mouth and Matt watched as she squeezed more cum out the end of his dick. Nichole then wrapped her lips around it and sucked his man juice dry. She nibbled on his dick head causing him to shiver and he pushed her away. Matt's cock stayed hard and Nichole marveled at the impressive organ before her. Nichole removed her clothes, lay back on the bed and displayed her beautiful neatly trimmed pussy to Matt. She opened her legs and smiled at him. "Do you like to eat pussy?" she said as she opened her legs before him hiding nothing and leaving no doubt as to her desire; her pussy for his taking. Matt knelt before Nichole at the end of her bed and kissed her from her knee up her soft thighs towards her womanhood. He took in the lovely smell of her as he kissed her smooth soft skin just beside her vagina. Nichole was in a state of ecstasy and her heart pounded as she watched her young lover lick her. Her cunt lips quivered as he teased them with his tongue and kissed her everywhere she desired. Matt's tongue was long and probed deep into the inner walls of her pussy. Nichole ran her hands over her body cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between her fingertips. Matt sucked her cunt lips into his mouth as his tongue snaked around in her snatch. Matt still had not made contact with her clit and Nichole desperately needed his tongue or his cock to touch her clit. She moaned in pleasure and frustration as Matt continued to tease her. He again wiggled his tongue deep within her pussy before finally nudging her clit. Nichole jumped as a spark of pleasure shot through her body. Matt slid his hands under her curvy ass and lovingly cupped her shapely ass cheeks. He sucked her clit into his mouth and held it between his lips as he ran his tongue over the hard little pearl. Nichole arched her back as she felt her initial orgasm approach. "Oh yes, oh my," she called out as the first wave rocked her body. Nichole grabbed Matt's head with both hands and pulled his face harder into her crotch. She vigorously humped his face as his tongue danced over her super sensitive cit. Her thighs clamped around his head and her entire body trembled as she came again almost violently. Nichole felt her pussy pulsating as she covered Matt's face with her female juices. Finally she collapsed back on the bed releasing him in the process. "Oh my God," Nichole moaned. Matt raised himself up and knelt between her legs. His huge cock looked menacing as it hovered above her hips. Nichol stared at the impressive cock as she was anxious to feel it in her. "Oh yes, yes please, fuck me now," Nichole pleaded. Matt held his cock and lined up the swollen head with the entrance to her sex. He pushed forward slightly allowing her tight cunt lips to open up for his impressive cock. He was about half way in when he pulled out and then slowly eased back into her causing her to moan in pleasure. Matt would push in a little and then pull out a little slowly working his cock deeper and deeper into her vagina. Finally his entire cock was buried in her and Nichole sighed feeling completely full which was a new sensation for her. Matt held himself inside her waiting for Nichole to start fucking him. He looked down at her and smiled and then she pulled him down to her and they kissed deeply with their tongues playing with one another. Nichole was ready to be fucked and she needed his big dick to slide in and out of her and rub her clit. She began to move and then Matt fucked her using long slow hard strokes. Nichole locked her legs around Matt's ass and pulled him into her. He began to fuck her harder and faster and she felt another orgasm on its way. She was at the mercy of his gigantic organ as it pounded her pussy. If Matt hadn't just cum in her mouth he would not have been able to hold on as long. Nichole was so hot and squeezed him with her tight pussy; she was really a good fuck. Matt fucked through her one orgasm after another before he filled her pussy with cum. His orgasm was as intense as hers as their bodies ground together and they moaned and groaned loudly. Nichole could feel his cock softening but even then it still filled her cunt. Matt slowly lifted himself off of her body and in so doing his thick cock slipped from her pussy. Nichole felt the void in her cunt as his cock left her body and she gasped as the coolness of the air touched her vacant pussy. Nichole rolled over on her stomach as if to protect her pussy. Matt looked at Nichole's ass and he could not resist running his hands over her shapely cheeks. Her ass was so amazing that he felt his loins stir with desire. He hard never seen such a perfect ass on a woman no wonder he wanted to fuck it. Matt got to his knees behind Nichole and kneaded her gorgeous ass cheeks. He then began to kiss her cheeks and run his tongue lightly in the crack of her ass. Nichole wiggled her ass feeling very wicked as he tongued and kissed her. Matt lifted her by her hips so that her ass was perched in the air. Nichole's head was still on the bunk and she turned it to one side and let out a gasp as Matt's tongue licked close to her asshole. Matt ran his tongue from her pussy to her ass causing Nichole to tingle in anticipation of what might be next. Matt spread her ass cheeks with his hands and dipped his tongue into the crack locating her nether hole. His tongue slowly circled her anus and she flinched at the contact. He then pushed his tongue as far as he could into her asshole and he found herself wanting him to fuck her up the ass. She had been ass fucked in the past but she was still worried about Matt's size. He continued to ass fuck her with his tongue and she was at his mercy. Her desire grew as he worked her ass to the point that she really wanted more in her ass. Matt removed his tongue from her ass and ran his hard cock between her ass cheeks as he spoke to her, "Your ass is so beautiful I have to fuck it. I can see that your ass wants to be fucked." "Oh yes Matt, but you're so big. You must get some cream," Nichole replied to him with apprehension. Matt located the lube in the bedroom that he had used on Michael the night before. Nichole arched her back and pointed her beautiful ass back at him. He coated her asshole with a generous amount of lube and slid his thick finger in her hole. He took his time preparing her ass relishing every moment. He then coated his entire cock with the lube and placed the head at the entrance to her anus. Matt pushed forward and the thick cock head squeezed into her tight asshole. Nichole winched in pain as her asshole was stretched wider than ever and she gasped, "Go slow let me get used to it." Matt withdrew his cock head and then pushed it back in this time causing more pleasure than pain. He pushed until a couple of inches were in Nichole's ass. Nichole found herself holding her breath and her body covered in goose bumps. He was so thick that her asshole stretched to new dimensions and held his cock in a vice like grip. Matt slowly slid his dick in and out of her each time going a little deeper. It was like losing her anal virginity all over again. The pain had subsided and was replaced with a feeling of fullness. Nichole relaxed a little and then felt more of his cock slide into her asshole. She grunted out loud as she felt fuller and then a wave of pleasure through her body. She was convinced that Matt had his whole cock in her now but really he only had about half of his big dick in her. She felt so full so had no idea that he had another four inches before he was done. Matt kept adding more and more of his cock to her ass. There was pain then fullness and then pleasure each time he went deeper. Nichole would tense, relax and then enjoy it. This pattern continued until Matt had all eight inches buried in Nichole's ass. "Oh my God, you are so big I feel so full," cried out Nichole and then, "Uh, uh, uh oh yes, it's so good," she cried out. Matt reached around and played with Nichole's clit as he pounded her ass. Her pussy and asshole were on fire as the big cock reached previously untouched areas in her body. Nichole was on the brink of another huge orgasm as Matt methodically fucked her in her tight anus with his sizeable cock. He loved watching his big cock slide out of her shapely ass and then plunge back in as his hips slapped against her curvy ass cheeks causing them to jiggle with each thrust. He loved watching her ass impaled on his cock. Her orgasm surged within her as he fucked her ass harder and faster. As Nichole came and came her entire body went into spasm. Her pussy convulsed and clamped around Matt's fingers coating them with her cunt juice. Nichole's asshole pulsated as he drove his big cock in and out of it. Her ass involuntarily squeezed and released his huge member as he fucked it causing him to finally lose it. He slid his pecker deep into her rectum as his cock spasmed and sent a thick stream of hot cum into her channel. Matt kept fucking her as load after load was fired into her ass as his cock kept twitching and spurting inside the impaled Nichole. Nichole had never felt so full of cum and there was no where for it to go blocked by Matt's swollen cock buried in her ass. He slowed his pace and eventually stopped allowing his cock to remain buried in Nichole's ass. He did not go soft right away and he gently moved his hips pushing cum around in her ass. Some of it trickled out and ran down over her pussy lips. Nichole could not take any more fucking and she pleaded, "Please no more, I can't take any more, please stop." Reluctantly Matt stopped and slowly withdrew his cock from her loosened asshole. He marveled in the sight of his enormous cock sliding out of her shapely ass. The man seed flowed from her asshole and ran like a river down over her pussy and between her sweet thighs. Matt and Nichole stayed in the same position for awhile and he massaged her beautiful ass as she remained on her knees with her ass perched in the air. Matt pushed down lightly on Nichole's back causing her to accentuate her ass even more. He loved looking at it and playing with it as she cooed into the bed sheets. His cock remained hard and looked menacing around Nichole's asshole. It was hard to believe that a cock that size had just fucked such a beautiful tight ass. Nichole looked magnificent with her just fucked curvy ass in the air. The two of them got off the bunk and showered separately. They dressed and then sat on the cabin porch sipping coffee and chatting. Matt learned that her husband did not like anal sex but she had a boyfriend who did. "Phillip does not like anal sex and now he has even gotten lazy. He doesn't play with my pussy anymore and he prefers blow jobs to intercourse," Nichole shared. "I can't believe that he is not all over your super fine ass," Matt told her. "I have a boyfriend who likes my ass very much. Now I have another boyfriend, no?" "You have another boyfriend, yes," Matt laughed. "We have to be discreet. Phillip does not know about my boyfriends." "My lips are sealed. I would never risk losing the opportunity to have your ass." "Are you and my son having sex?" Matt blushed but decided to be truthful, "Yes but I am not into cocks." "I wouldn't expect you to be. Michael does have a nice ass though doesn't he?" "Yes, almost as nice as yours. I do like fucking him though. Last night when I fucked him I kept thinking about your ass." Nichole smiled and replied," Really, you were very quiet last night I did not hear you two if you were having sex." "We did it on the floor so the bunk wouldn't creak. So you know that Michael is gay." "Yes, I've known for some time now. I think Phillip does too but he doesn't talk about it. So what is it like fucking a guy?" "Anal and oral sex are nearly the same as with a girl. When Michael is on all fours he looks just like a girl. He is the only gay I have been with and it's because he is so much like a girl." "So you wouldn't do it with just any gay then?" "No I couldn't." "How will you be tonight if Michael expects to have sex with you? You came three times this morning." "By tonight, I'll be okay at least for once more." "Ah youth, there is no substitute." Just then the boat pulled up to the dock and Matt saw Phillip and Michael get out with a stringer of fish. They walked up to the porch and Phillip held up the stringer. "Fresh fish for lunch," he called out. Phillip took the fish over to a table that he used to clean and filet them. Michael went into the house to clean up. "I'll get things ready inside," Nichole said as she stood up. Matt walked in the cabin behind her and grabbed her ass. Nichole wiggled it and playfully slapped his hand away. He knew it would be nearly impossible to have sex with Nichole again at the cabin but he would not soon forget that morning with her. He would have to be satisfied fucking Michael and fantasizing about Nichole. Once they returned home he would figure out a way to see more of Nichole. That night on the bedroom floor, Matt fucked Michael. Matt did not cum but Michael ejaculated twice. "You didn't cum tonight," Michael whispered. "I think that I had too much alcohol. I'm glad that I made you cum though," Matt replied. "Yeah, I am too," Michael acknowledged and they returned to their own bunks. THE CAR COMES IN HANDY The next morning Matt got up very early while it was still dark to pee. When he came out of the bathroom wearing only his sleep shorts Nichole was waiting for him. She was just wearing sleep shorts with a matching top. She looked lovely and desirable. Nichole put her finger to her lips as a signal to be quiet. Matt followed her into the other room. "I have to have you again," she whispered. "Here?" Matt questioned nervously. "No silly come with me," she told him. Matt followed her outside and asked, "Are we going to do it outside." "No the mosquitoes will eat us alive. Let's go to the car," she directed. Once they were in the car Matt took Nichole in her arms and kissed her like he was kissing one of his dates. When they kissed Nichole slipped her tongue in Matt's mouth and then things moved rapidly from there. Matt pulled Nichole to him and the two of them kissed passionately. Matt's hands roamed over Nichole's cotton covered breast and Nichole groaned in his mouth. Matt then put his hands under her top and fondled her breasts. With one hand and pushed up the top baring Nichole's firm tits. Matt kept French kissing her as he played with her fantastic tits. Then he lowered his mouth to her breasts and sucked on her nipples. The nipples responded and soon they were like hard pencil erasers sticking out. Nichole was crooning and groaning as Matt fondled and sucked her tits. Her pussy was soaking wet and the smell of her sex was present in the car. Matt caressed her legs and Nichole responded by moaning and opening her legs. Matt ran his hand over her mound and rubbed it through the fabric. He then put both hands on the waistband of her sleep shorts and pulled them off of Nichole's hot body. Matt slipped his fingers into her twat and Nichole humped his hand rapidly. Nichole had a quick orgasm and her body thrashed around in the front seat of the car. Matt quickly pushed his sleep shorts down his legs. Nichole instantly grabbed his cock with her hand and then covered it with her mouth. After sucking him for several minutes, Nichole straddled Matt and lowered her cunt onto his throbbing hard cock. She groaned softly as the shaft penetrated her and filled her pussy. Nichole began to rock back and forth as Matt thrust up into her. He grasped her buttocks with both hands and played with her ass. Nichole had a beautiful firm ass and Matt loved holding it as he banged away at her pussy. The two of them fucked each other with passion as they raced toward their orgasm. They seemed to cum at the same time. Matt grunted as his body stiffened and he fired a barrage of cum deep into Nichole's womb. Nichole lowered her head onto Matt's shoulder to muffle her scream as she experienced a massive orgasm. Her body shook and rocked as she drenched Matt's pubes with her love juices. Matt's cock was swimming in their combined juices as they held to each other and slowly recovered from the intensity of their orgasms. Summer Internship Ch. 02 Matt wanted Nichole completely naked in the car when he fucked her again. He removed her top baring her fantastic tits. Nichole was completely naked in a car and she truly felt like a naughty teenager in the presence of Matt. He turned Nichole so that she faced away from him and she felt him as he embraced her from behind. Matt put his hands around Nichole and cupped her firm tits. His cock slid up into the crack in her ass and nestled in between the cheeks. Nichole leaned back into Matt and he kissed her on the neck. Matt then let his hands slide down the front of Nichole's body over her flat tummy and down to her luscious thighs. Nichole cooed as his hands made their descent. Matt them moved his hands up to her pussy and cupped it gently. Nichole was soaking wet and she couldn't stand the teasing any longer. "Matt, please I need you inside me again now," Nichole whispered. His cock slid easily into her sopping wet pussy and Nichole gasped as it penetrated her deeply. They began a slow and steady fucking motion but before too long they were pounding each other racing toward their orgasms. Nichole came first, her eyes rolled and her body went into spasms as she reached her climax. Nichole covered her mouth with one arm to muffle her cries of ecstasy as Matt humped her for all she was worth. Matt kept right on fucking Nichole and fingering her clit. Nichole had a continuous string of orgasms before Matt pulled out of her womb. He moved Nichole to all fours on the front seat and then pushed his cock back in her pussy. Nichole crooned as she lowered her head and turned it to one side. Matt pushed gently on her lower back which caused her curvy ass to be more accentuated. Matt caressed Nichole's shapely ass as he fucked her doggy style and then he toyed with her nether hole. He eventually lubricated his finger with her pussy juice and slipped a finger into her anus. Nichole wiggled her shapely bottom in response to the intrusion He smiled to himself when she handed him the tube of lube. It was wild that she had thought to bring that with her. Matt put an ample amount of lube in Nichole's asshole and liberally lubed his cock. Then he positioned his cock at the entrance to Nichole's asshole and slowly pushed forward. Nichole grunted softly and Matt slowly fed his cock to her. Matt fed his cock a little at a time to Nichole and he seemed to take his cue from her hand on his thigh. Nichole would press her hand against Matt's thigh and he would stop his penetration. Once Nichole was comfortable with the intrusion she would relax her hand and Matt would press forward again. Eventually Matt began fucking her slowly, sliding his cock in and out of Nichole's ass. Nichole looked so vulnerable and so sub-serviant on all fours on the front seat of the car. Her head was turned toward the dashboard and her hands grasped seat as Matt's big cock invaded her most private area. Nichole's expression was a combination of complete bliss and helplessness as she was dominated by Matt's impressive cock. Matt fucked Nichole slowly at first but then picked up the pace. He began slamming into her ass and the two of them could hear their flesh slapping together as Matt penetrated Nichole's ass. Instead of retreating, Nichole pushed back at Matt as if she was trying to get more of his cock into her. Matt then stiffened and shoved his cock all the way into Nichole's ass and announced that he was cumming. "Oh I feel it. Cum in my ass, it feels so good," Nichole called out to Matt. Nichole was frantically rubbing her pussy as her ass muscles clenched around Matt's cock. Matt then slowly slid his cock from Nichole's asshole and cum raced out of her anus. Nichole was flipped over with her fingers plunged into her pussy as she needed to get off again. Matt pulled her hand away and dove in between her legs and licked Nichole's pussy. Nichole grabbed Matt's head and humped her pussy up into his face. Matt ate her until she came again and he sucked up all her juices. Matt then maneuvered his body so that he was on the front seat in a 69 position with Nichole. Just as Matt had shown no hesitation eating cum filled pussy, Nichole did not hesitate taking the cock that had just been in her ass into her mouth. The two of them ate in each other for awhile and then they fucked once more in the missionary position. After the final act they lay together and kissed and cuddled. Matt caressed Nichole's fantastic tits and played with her rock hard nipples. Nichole could hardly move a muscle and she remained still in Matt's arms. Nichole felt Matt's cock get hard as it pressed between their bodies. Matt decided to fuck her ass again so he placed Nichole back on all fours. Nichole remained submissive as Matt eased his cock into her asshole as she maneuvered her body to accommodate the anal penetration. Nichole had her head down on the car seat turned to one side and Matt watched her face grimace slightly as his cock made its way back into her ass. Nichole moaned and groaned as Matt slowly fucked her going a little deeper in her ass with each thrust. Once Matt was all the way in he picked up the pace and fucked her until he flooded her ass once again. Nichole had her fingers buried in her twat and she brought herself off as Matt plowed her ass. When Matt's hips stopped moving Nichole milked his cock with her anal muscles and then her hips gyrated as her own orgasm overtook her. Matt had to hold her tightly to keep his cock in her ass as her hips jerked out of control. Matt's cock softened and he eased it out of Nichole's ass. Matt knelt behind her looking at her recently violated asshole and watched as his semen trickled out of her rectum. Matt wiped his cock on her buttocks and then he rubbed some of the semen into her skin as if it were lotion. Nichole remained still with her ass on display while Matt caressed her ass and rubbed the semen into it. It was starting to get light and it was time to end the session. They both put on their sleep wear and returned to the cabin. Nicole returned to her bedroom and she was pleased to hear Phillip snoring. Matt got in his bunk quietly and he noticed that Michael was dead to the world. Later in the morning everyone began to stir. Soon they were all awake having showered and dressed sitting in the kitchen. After breakfast they cleaned up and packed the cars for the trip home. It had been a memorable weekend for Matt, Michael and Nichole. Matt would now have the dilemma of balancing sex with Michael and his mother. At any rate they both had incredible asses and he would enjoy fucking them both.