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The Interlude

By: mrdnhavinfun



You are working at your desk, it's late, no one is in the office and no one is coming. We are alone. It is safe to enjoy some time together. I enter and you see me not realizing what I have planned or how badly I want you. 

I would come up from behind you and kiss your neck, whisper in your ear that your lover has arrived. I smell your hair and it is delicious and soft. You smell so sweet.

I stand you up and I slowly remove your top, you're not wearing a bra, you know I like to see your pointy nipples through your top. I slowly touch your breasts, rolling and tweaking your nipples. While still behind you I start to kiss your back and as I move lower you try to turn around. I hold your arms down and tell you NO! In good time I say as I kiss lower. 

I very slowly remove your skirt. You have a thong on and thigh highs, which you know excites me greatly. I kiss lower and bite softly as I move a little lower, kissing the back of your legs to the tops of your stockings. My hands r running across the front of your body.

I start to move up kissing and licking along the way. Biting your ass cheeks softly. You feel my erection against your cheeks, as you again try to turn and I stop you. As I again lick and nibble your neck you feel me get harder as my hand slowly moves to your pussy with its warmth and wetness. 

My fingers slowly caress you through your thong. You moan excitedly and push back. I turn you around to kiss you passionately as you feel my erection near your womanhood. I kiss you softly, passionately. I slowly introduce my tongue as you suck it in as we explore each other's mouths. 

Your nipples are hard as I feel them against me. Your delicious and sexy, the lover I have wanted and needed for some time. I spin you around again. You protest and I remind you -- in good time. My cock through my pants is cradled between your cheeks. You push into me as my fingers explore the softness between your legs, as you gasp at my first touch. I kiss your neck and I whisper in your ear that I want you badly as you melt into me. I move my hand into your panties and slowly work my fingers into your wetness, the wetness I desire as you give yourself to me fully. My fingers softly slowly run from top to bottom as I slowly open your lips and introduce a single finger as you gasp again.

As my finger slowly enters your wetness my palm softly touches your clit. I can smell your arousal oozing from you, its sensuous and sexy, an aphrodisiac to my manhood. My other hand cups your breast, rolling your nipple as you push back into me and enjoy the feeling of my hard cock against your ass. You start to move your ass a little against me. You love the feeling of my hard nipples against your back. Your nipples are hard like pebbles on your heaving chest as your breathing is heavy and burdened. I am enjoying your womanhood on many levels as I whisper how soft and wet and wonderful you feel. Kissing your neck and shoulders. You are mine and you will give yourself to me fully. You open your legs wider to allow me easier access to that region that you want me to enter. 

I lean against your desk to steady me as I insert a second finger. As I start moving my hand up and down against your clit and pelvic bone. Your wetness lubricates your clit and my fingers slip in and out easily. Your wetness is fantastic and erotic like you. You feel so soft and I want to spin you around and enter you in an instant, but hold off instead to build the passions and desires to greater heights.

I take my hand away from you and you gasp loudly showing your displeasure as I whisper I want to taste you. I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste your sweet nectar as you turn to kiss me at the same time tasting your own sweetness. You are so turned on you can barely control yourself, but you know you must.

I move my hand over your other breast, and roll your nipples with my wet fingers, you shudder and moan. I whisper in your ear you taste wonderful, and ask if I should continue. You moan and barely speak when you say, "yeessss." 

I move my hand down into your panties, and my two fingers find your wetness and slip in easily. I start rubbing my fingers and palm down and into you and up and out of you, not pulling out. You start to breathe heavier. You try to turn again, and I tell you NO! You are all mine and you will do what I ask, and you know you love the feelings and will not disobey. You are mine, body, mind, and spirit. You feel my cock against your ass and start to move your ass, and I whisper in your ear, no baby this is all about you as my fingers are sliding in and out of your pussy and my palm is rubbing your clit. 

I kiss you as you turn your head to kiss me back. I whisper in your ear asking if you want me to continue and you whimper, "yes, don't stop." You can feel the passions in your loins build slowly. As my fingers roll your nipple. My hand and now thumb making motions that are soft yet direct and sensual on your clit. 

You gasp when I pull my fingers out and lubricate your clit area. I start to rhythmically stroke into your pussy and over your clit and in and over and in and over, and your moaning starts to follow the rhythm. You can barely stand, but you know you must, as you lean heavier into me. Pressing my chest against you harder. Your breathing is more labored as the waves of pleasure start to build up higher and higher. You want me and you want the orgasm that is building. You smell your own arousal mount and you feel the blood rush to your wet swollen pussy. 

You stop kissing me as you breathe heavier and heavier as your legs start to tighten, you feel your toes starting to curl, as you start to tension up. The orgasm you want is starting to build. Your muscles start to tense as you feel the waves start building faster and faster. You grab your other nipple with your hand and start rolling it and tweaking and pulling on it, and I start to do the same taking cues from you. Your moaning and gasping as the waves start to pound over you radiating from your clit, amplified by the feelings in your nipples. You feel the orgasm start to wash over you, like a breaking wave that is about to trash you into ecstasy. 

You gasp and hold your breath as the first waves wash over you radiating out from your clit over and over and over. Like ocean waves crashing with you floating blissfully in there midst. Once after another wave crashes over you amplifying the sensual feelings you have. 

You don't move and can barely breathe as you are enveloped in passion and your orgasm continues to radiate outwards. You can barely stand. You can't move and are locked in position. 

I continue to move my fingers rhythmically. You start to loosen and I can feel you let go as the waves continue to radiate out over you. Your breathing again, granted its staggered. As the waves continue to pour over you. 

You turn to kiss me softly yet with tremendous passion. As you gasp for air, and calm down. You can barely stand as I slowly move my hands away from your pussy and breast and hold you tight. 

You slowly, haltingly turn your body around to face me as you kiss me and throw your arms around my neck and thank me for giving you what you have been missing for a long while. We kiss as I feel your worries and concerns wash away in your ecstasy. We kiss softly and passionately holding each other tight like we are one. 

Should I continue with the Interlude II? 

The Interlude: Plan C



"Well, if you expect me to just sit around forever, until you get your shit together, you better think again!" That was the final dagger I thrust into a marital argument that had been brewing for weeks.

"Fine; you do what you gotta do, I'm outta here!" Donny's words lingered, before I heard the sound of one last door slamming.

Funny thing is, after nearly 25 years, I still can't remember what sparked such a huge quarrel. It would be a period of about six months until things between us worked out and we fell back into each other's arms. The year was 1983. I was nearing my mid-thirties. Baby Josh was only about three years old, and my younger brother Rudy was twenty-four, when Donny (my hubby) decided to take his sabbatical. I mention Rudy, as he figures prominently into this part of that otherwise regrettable interlude.

They say a woman hits her sexual peak in her mid to late forties, and I surely won't debate that. However, being accustomed to having sex 3 or 4 times a week with Donny, after three months I was ready to climb the walls. 

Even with my husband living in a rented apartment across town, I dare not interfere with his so-called mid-life crisis. I elected to hide our separation from my large group of siblings, but Rudy was always someone I could confide in. My husband and Rudy were also close, but Donny opted to use this period for introspection (I assumed), and never contacted him. 

At that time, Rudy had taken up residence in an old warehouse loft apartment with a mutual friend, Chuck. The two of them had finished college, except for Chuck, who was doing graduate work on his art degree. A pair of young bachelors reveling in their freedom, they had plenty of female distractions around to keep things interesting.

Chuck was a sturdily built farm boy that no one would have suspected to be an artist. The whole time he and Rudy were growing up, he would always get a bit red-faced around me. Although he was too shy to act on it, plus the fact that I was already taken, I always figured he had a crush on me. In my current state of "going without", it was only a matter of time, before my curiosity regarding the young artist got the best of me.

"Donny's picked up the baby up this afternoon for the whole weekend, so I was wondering if I could come over and hang with you guys?" I asked.

"Sure Sis, you know you're always welcome," Rudy replied.

"Don't want to intrude, if you guys have something going on," I excused myself.

"No, nothing special planned that I know of. The girls might be here. We rented some movies. Ya know, anything to break this damn heat. Come on over."

"Girls? Is Chuck seeing someone?"

"Oh, they come and go. This one's name is Betsy. He's been with her for about two months now, I guess. Why, were you thinking about taking advantage of the poor boy?" Rudy joked.

"Actually... the idea had crossed my mind. I mean if circumstances presented themselves." I admitted.

"God Sis, you DO have a bad case of the hornies! All I can say is you'd better come packing plenty of ammunition," he laughed.

"So, it wouldn't embarrass you if I came on to him?"

"Hell no. We could do with a little excitement around here," he cackled.

Ending the phone call, I went to the bedroom to scavenge for just the right ammo. The heat had been oppressive for the past few weeks, to the point that several of the town's inhabitants had to be hospitalized. Even with our A/C cranked to the max, I still felt clammy, as I tried on a variety of revealing tops. 

I finally settled on a white cotton halter-top I hadn't worn since before we were married. Fortunately I had successfully lost my baby-making fat from around my waist and thighs. However, after breast-feeding for two years, my boobs kept their inflated size. A few unavoidable blue vein lines had emerged with the swelling, even after regularly tanning. 

"God, these big suckers will never fit into this old 34-inch top," I pondered, as I scooped and stuffed my full d-cupped 36-inch tits inside. "Hmm, plenty extra hanging out the sides, but maybe that's the extra ammo Rudy was referring to," I smirked. Squeezing my hips into a pair for freshly severed low riding bell-bottom jeans, I was pleased with my reflection in the floor-length mirror. Peering at nearly a foot-long amount of cleavage, a shapely toned bare midriff, and tight tanned thighs, only slightly draped by the ragged ends of my short-short jeans; I was still damn hot for a mom in her mid-thirties. 

Slipping on a pair of heeled open-toed sandals, I touched up my lipstick and spent an undue amount of time ratting up my way-too-long curly '80's blonde hair. "Have to do something about that one of these days," I reacted, spotting several strands of gray starting to streak my locks. Punching in a pair of new extra-long dangling silver earrings, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

Making my way downtown in our trusty golden Dodge Duster, I soon found myself standing outside the rickety door to Rudy and Chuck's third floor apartment. Dabbing away a few beads of sweat from my chest, I took a long breath after climbing the three flights and exhaled before knocking. Suddenly having misgivings about being over- exposed in front of my baby brother, I casually brought my hand up to cover some cleavage, when the door swung open.

Staring up at my six-foot three-inch brother, I was speechless. "I... I," was all I could lamely offer. He slowly reached out and lowered my hand to give me the twice over.

"Wow Sis, that's some SERIOUS ammo you're packing!"

"Oh God–too much, I'm sorry," I lowered my eyes.

"Don't be silly. You look fucking delicious," he reassured me, before taking me in his patented bear hug.

"Well I guess that was the idea," I admitted, whispering in his approving ear.

"Why, if you weren't my sister..." He leered, broke our embrace, and let his hands slide down my arms. Ever so gently, he squeezed my elbows, which proudly pouched out my cleavage even more.

"Yeah well, let's not forget that," I smiled, and pulled his arms away.

Stepping inside from the short hallway, we were abruptly in a great room with extra tall ceilings and aged red brick walls. The clip-clop of my heels on the wooden floor slightly echoed as we entered the sparsely furnished apartment. This was obviously a bachelors' pad based solely on practicality. I took note of a long couch, that only Goodwill would have turned away, facing a 25-inch television, with a hand-me-down leather chair next to it. Directly staged behind the couch, up against the only wallboard, was Rudy's extra-long king-sized bed and box spring sitting on the floor. Bed linen and blankets were strewn around to give the place a lived in look, I'm sure.

"Hi, you must be Barb. I'm Penny," said the petite brunette stepping away from the kitchenette counter. Holding a tall drink in one hand, she extended her other hand to greet me. The thin, but attractive girl I imagined to be in her early twenties, glanced into my eyes, then down to my chest, as we shook hands. "Rudy's told me so much about you."

"All good things I hope," I smiled, letting her warm handshake continue.

"Those are beautiful," she blurted out. Pulling her hand from mine, she reached up to caress my long earrings.

"Thanks."

"Look Rudy; see how sexy they are. You can get me a pair just like that for my birthday!"

Rudy ignored her statement completely. It seems my brother was more intent on operating his latest purchase, a new VHS recorder, while his girlfriend continued to ogle my jewelry.

"They really do add length to your neck. That's what I need. Mine is so short," she lamented, letting her index finger run the length of my neck. "Do they ever get in the way when you're... you know, making out?" Her dark eyes shifted to mine for a response.

"I really don't know. Haven't had a chance to..." I was somewhat taken back by her openness.

"Oh God, I'm sorry! I forgot about your husband. That was a terrible thing to say. Please forgive me?" Penny begged, affectionately running her tiny hand across my bare shoulder.

"Hey, there's nothing to forgive. Don't worry about it," I smiled and returned her sign of affection with a soft hand to her cheek.

"We're having Tom Collins; can I fix you one?" Penny offered.

"Sure, that sounds great on a day like today," I answered, backing away from any further signs of affection. "You'll have to give me the grand tour of this old place," I said, as she turned back to the counter.

"I just thank God at least we have air conditioning in here. Chuck's not so lucky."

"Oh, is Chuck here?" I asked, fiddling with my halter strap.

"I think so. Rudy, are Chuck and Betsy still here?" Penny asked, as she topped off my drink.

"I don't know. Is the door closed?" Rudy replied, remaining focused on the VCR.

Glancing at a closed door next to the kitchenette, Penny nodded. "Yep, still here. Must be still screwin'," she laughed.

"Still?"

"Oh yeah. When Betsy comes over, it can be a regular marathon. In this damn heat, I can't figure how they keep from passing out in that damn oven. HEY YOU TWO, fresh TC's out here, if you want some!" Penny yelled.

"Be right there," came a familiar masculine roar from beyond the door.

"As far as the guided tour, I'm afraid what you see is what there is. That door leads to a shared bathroom, and that's about it." Penny stated then went to join Rudy on the couch.

They started watching a rented videotape of "Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid," as I escaped to the small bathroom for a quick touch up. By the time I returned, Chuck and Betsy were at the kitchen counter.

"BARB! Wow, I can't believe it!" Exclaimed a shirtless Chuck heading my way. "I haven't seen you in... like forEVER!" He added, giving me a totally unexpected hug.

With one hand clutching my purse and the other holding my drink, I couldn't return the embrace, as his sweaty chest pressed hard against me. "You look fantastic," he whispered, while his hands excitedly explored my bare shoulder blades and back.

"So do you," I almost swooned, at feeling a man's hands finally touching me after three months.

"Hey man, you didn't warn me your sister was dropping by," he declared, backing off for a better look at me. Resting his hands on my midriff, for the first time his eyes bathed in what he had only imagined for so many adolescent years. Of course his obvious glaring didn't go unnoticed by Betsy, who cleared her throat.

I nervously moved away from his grasp to meet his girlfriend. I exchanged introductions with the pretty 20-something blonde, feeling Chuck's eyes on my backside the whole time. "You look strangely familiar, Barb. Have we met?" Betsy asked, trying to place me.

"Nope, don't believe so, unless Rudy has a strangely familiar family photo around here somewhere," I returned. We traded a few more cordial observations about the heat wave, before she joined Rudy and Penny on the dilapidated couch. With her back to us, I took the opportunity to use more persuasive body language with Chuck, as we caught up on each others' lives over the last few years. I couldn't help but notice the clumsy, blushing boy I remembered had all but disappeared. What remained was a total rock-hard stud of 25 with the hint of a nasty twinkle in his eye.

After a bit of token beer crying regarding my current separation, our conversation got around to his graduate work. Seeing my excitement about his work, he asked if I was interested in viewing the latest additions to his portfolio. We made an unannounced exit from the others to the "oven," a large combination studio and bedroom.

"You may want to keep that door open. There's no A/C in here, and it can get unbearable," Chuck warned. I shut the door anyway.

"A little heat doesn't bother me, unless you want it open," I said with an air of seduction, as I strode across the floor toward a huge freestanding painter's easel.

"Wow, I still can't believe you're actually here, and looking like that!" He said, watching me viewing and flipping page after page of his excellent drawings.

"What do you mean? How would you expect me to dress on a steamy day like this?" I asked, with my eyes never straying from the easel.

"No, no, don't get me wrong, Barb. You look perfect. So, what do ya think of my stuff?"

"Your "stuff" is good–VERY good, in fact. I'm quite impressed," I added paging closer to the end of his collection. "Hmm, this is NICE. Is that Betsy?" I remarked at seeing the life-like, half-finished charcoal drawing.

Suddenly he stepped between the easel and me. "Yeah thanks, I've just started on it. And that's about all there is," he said, coaxing me away from viewing the few remaining pages.

"Why Chuck, are you hiding something I shouldn't see?" I grinned, fully expecting to flip the page and see a nude drawing of her or worse.

"Let's just say, I'd rather you stopped there." He said, while I nudged him aside.

"Yeah right! After you've peaked my curiosity, I'm supposed to stop now?" I laughed and flipped Betsy's drawing over. "Oh MY GOD!" I exclaimed and backed up for a better view of a full body nude charcoal rendering of me. "Oh my God," I repeated, as my arms subconsciously crossed, at seeing a mirror image of myself.

"Damn, you hate it. I KNEW you would," Chuck said, hanging his head. Judging from my stunned expression, he went to the easel to dispose of the drawing.

"Don't you DARE! I won't let you!" I demanded, pulling his arm away from the page, and wrapping it behind me. Our sides pressed together, as I continued to admire the rather erotic pose he had me in. "I LOVE IT! How did you ever get the proportions and everything so perfect?" I marveled, as I felt his hand on my bare back. "I mean we haven't seen each other in what–three years?" His hand moved slowly up my backbone.

"Guess I just have a good memory," he shrugged.

"I'd say a fairly well developed imagination too," I added, bringing my hand up from my side to rub his muscular back. "I never told Donny, but I modeled in the nude for art classes back in college."

"Oh REALLY!"

"Yeah, just on a lark, ya know. But those drawings never came close to anything like this. Hell, they didn't even show my face. Would this be really considered a nude? I was thinking more like erotic or something. What would you call it, hmm?" I turned to him for a response.

As I completely turned to face him, our faces mere inches away from each other, his other arm wrapped around me. "I call it a poor excuse for the real thing," he whispered. Glancing down at my open cleavage, he brushed my waist length hair behind my shoulders, and returned his eyes to meet mine.

"That's so sweet Chuck," I said, fixated on his deep brown eyes. "So, who else has seen this masterpiece?" I asked, letting my hands fall from his back.

At first ignoring my question, he leaned in and started kissing my neck and shoulders. "No one. It's strictly for my pleasure," he whispered in my ear, before lightly probing it with his tongue.

This immediately sent a shiver through me and left me weak-kneed. Sensing my arousal, after biting my ear lobe, he thrust his tongue back in my ear. My fingers rimmed the waistline perimeter of his jeans until they settled on his fly.

"And just how often do you take pleasure in it?" I teased and unzipped him.

"Every chance I get," he breathed, while I reached inside his jeans.

After having sex with bouncy Betsy for God knows how long, he was still naked underneath his jeans. I grabbed hold of his more than adequate, rock-hard dick and whipped it out. "How about taking one of those chances right now?" I teased and roughly stroked his full erection.

I continued jacking him, until I felt his fingers fumbling with the tie on my halter-top. Still gripping his thick tool, I quickly backed away. Taking one of his hands in my free one, I led it to join the gripping one. 

"Ah-ah-ah, you know your little girlfriend is in the other room," I warned, backing further away from him. Switching my focus between his eyes and his sturdy erection, I backed up until I felt the bed. "Wouldn't want to ruin a good thing now, would you?" I purred and slinked into the bed.

Chuck jacked away, shook his head and smiled, as I endeavored to strike the same pose as in the drawing. Taking in the pungent aroma of fresh cum, I seated myself in the middle of the unmade bed. I glanced at the drawing, spread my legs open, and bent my left one at the knee. Raising my other knee, I brought a straight arm behind me for support. Leaning slightly back, I cupped my boob with the other hand. Twisting my head down a little, I looked up and generally imitated the sensual expression he depicted.


"There, how's that?" I winked.

"Perfect! Just fucking PERFECT!" he exclaimed, jacking his cock faster.

"Even with all these clothes on?" I asked, holding the pose.

"Hey, beggars can't be choosers," he shrugged.

"Ya know Chuck, don't take this the wrong way, but come to think of it, there are a couple areas that aren't quite accurate," I said, slowly reaching behind my neck to loosen my halter top.

"Oh really?"

"You did get the size and shape of my boobs just right," I acknowledged and finished untying. Holding the undone halter close to my chest, I added. "You realize this is strictly for the sake of art appreciation," I offered a vague caveat.

He licked his lips, smiled with anticipation, and nodded. I pealed the halter-top over my full, tight melons and gave them a healthy shake. "See how much bigger my nipples are?" I kept my focus on my tits, tracing the broader outline of my areolas.

"Y-yes, I can see that now," he said, slapping his cock harder and faster.

"Umm, they get even harder and bigger, when I'm aroused," I simmered, as I grabbed hold of each jug to smash and grind them together. I heard him take a few steps forward on the hardwood, and gave him a straight-armed command to stop. Taking a good chunk of each melon, I hoisted each one up to lick and suck. Bringing them back down, I finally looked up at him. "See how nice and big they are now,"

"Simply incredible!" He answered. Grabbing the base of his sturdy, multi-veined, nine-inch erection, he continued stroking the length of it with his other hand.

"That thing isn't going to explode, is it?" I said, noticing the telltale signs of precum on the tip of his cockhead.

"It...it j-just might," he stammered, as I continued to fondle my tits.

"But I haven't shown you the other mistake you made," I pouted.

"There's m-MORE?" He asked, as I undid the back tie on my halter.

"Guess we don't need this anymore," I smiled, tossing the halter on the bed. Kicking off my sandals, I stood up on the bed, and loosened my jeans. "Once again, this is solely for art appreciation, right?" He eagerly nodded, as I squeezed out of my cut-offs. Stepping out of them, I sensuously edged my white cotton panties down and kicked them aside.

Now standing totally naked on the bed, I rested my hands on my hips, spread my legs, and proudly thrust my chest out. "There now, notice anything different?" I asked.

"Oh my GOD; you're Superwoman!"

"No silly, besides that," I squinted.

"Well, you're not nearly as hairy down there as my drawing shows," he offered.

"That's right; and what else?" I prodded him. He shook his head. "See that line Chuck? It's too long. Come here, let me show you." Bending at the knees, I sat down and reassumed the erotic pose. 

"OH MY GODD! That's the pose! That's what I was going for!" He declared.

"Okay, now pay attention," I ignored his revelation. "See my pussy?"

"Yes Ma'am!" He dutifully replied.

"It's not near as big or long as in your drawing."

"Looks the same to me," said, jacking his meat with long strokes within arms' length of me.

"It might LOOK the same, but... here, maybe you can feel the difference," I said, pulling his jacking hand, and prodding his finger inside my slit. "Oh MY!" I exclaimed, at feeling another person's touch on my wet pussy. I knew right then what going without sex for three months felt like.




The Interlude: Plan C



"I'm sorry. Did I startle you?" Chuck smiled with a sense of control, as he probed past the damp folds of my labia.

"Yes, but in a good way," I moaned. "Please don't stop," I advised and hoisted a boob to tantalize the leaking head of his perpendicular cock with a hard nipple.

"Maybe I should startle you some more, with this," he teased, by slapping my tit with his rigid hunk of meat. The tables had turned. Now I was the victim of anticipation.

Laying myself out on the bed, I spread my legs wide, and motioned for him to climb aboard. It mattered nothing to me if the entire state was on the other side of that door. I needed a cock in my pussy in the worst way, and his would definitely fill the bill. My entire body writhed with wanton lust, as he crawled between my legs. Watching him pump and prime one of the thicker, and certainly the hardest of erections I could recall, nearly drove me crazy with desire.

"Oh God Chuck, fuck me!" I pleaded with a sense of urgency, as I gripped my boobs tight. I felt beads of sweat rolling down my forehead. Digging my heels and shoulders into the mattress, I hoisted my pelvis to the max. The bedsprings gave way under me, as he bent over close enough for us to share facial expressions. I released the hold on my chest, and ran my hands quickly down his torso.

"Don't know how long I can last." I heard him whisper, as his stiff cockhead parted my liquid lips. My glycerin-coated vagina gave little resistance to the extra girth of him. Digging my long nails into his ass cheeks was the only sign he needed, to power the entire length of his substantial manhood into me.

"Oh MY GOD!" I would have most likely shrieked, under any other circumstance. Optimal discretion ruled the moment, so I opted instead to sink my teeth into his shoulder. We lay frozen in each other's arms, as a huge orgasmic wave tore through my entire body.

"HONEY, are you in there?" Betsy's voice shattered my orgasm.

"Y-YEAH," Chuck shakily yelled back and suddenly withdrew from me. 

I snatched up my panties, shorts and top, and bare footed it to the shared bathroom.

"Why is the door locked?" I heard her ask, as I closed and locked the sliding pocket door to the bathroom.

Dropping my clothes to the floor, I leaned over the sink to catch my breath. Bent over with my boobs practically touching the small vanity, I was in the middle of taking my third long breath, when I sensed someone watching me.

"Gosh Barb, I'm sorry!" Said Penny standing in the opposite doorway of the long, narrow bathroom. "I didn't mean to startle you," she said, then blatantly invited herself in. "I gotta piss REAL bad; hope you don't mind?" She hiked up her thin little summer dress, ripped down her panties, and took a seat on the toilet. Standing naked with my arms folded and crossed to cover my upper half, I wondered what sort of English farce I had stumbled into.

Petite Penny went about her business, cleaned and flushed. "Can't say I can blame you for going without clothes on a day like today. At home, we seldom wear much of anything around the house in the summer. Come to think of it, I might just as well join you." She smiled, reached down and started to pull her dress up.

"Oh please don't do that on my account. I was just..." I started, reaching down to retrieve my clothes.

"You were just making a play for Chuck, right? See, I'm not blind," Penny observed, and uncrossed my arms, as I stood up. When she began fondling my boobs, I tried to brush her off, while stepping back into my panties. "I can't blame you for wanting some of that hot farm boy cock. Just between the two of us, I've had the occasion to taste it once or twice. I mean he's nothing compared to your brother, but not bad."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Penny. Chuck is just a..." I started. 

She interrupted, "Just an old friend? Give me a break, Barb. Everyone, except for maybe Princess Betsy, knows what you're up to," she stated and edged her tiny hand inside my wet panties.

"Stop that!" I tried to back away, while her fingers found their way into my pussy.

"Hey, whatever you say. I'm just saying, if things don't work out with you and Chuck, think of me as your Plan B," she smirked, winked, and withdrew her fingers.

"Yeah right!" I shook my head, as she turned to walk out.

"Oh, you might like to know, the "Princess" had to leave."

"Really, why's that?" I asked nonchalantly.

"We informed Her Highness we were going to watch a porn movie. That always gets them out of the place for a couple of hours," Penny laughed.

"So Chuck left with her?" I inquired, reaching for my top.

"Oh no. Not this time. Something tells me he has a hot date joining him to watch the movie." She inferred, and then pulled the sliding door shut behind her.

Bi-sexual Penny was crazy as the day is long, but she did bring up a good point. There was certainly no reason to conceal the fact that I wanted Chuck to screw me. A greater part of me could still feel his thickness inside me, which only made me crave him more. Sliding the door open to Chuck's studio, I spied an over-used denim shirt hanging from one of the two chairs in the room. I threw my halter back into the bathroom and put on the tattered paint-blotched shirt. It came down far enough to cover my upper thighs, so it was somewhat discreet. Stepping back into my sandals, I buttoned up, and made my way back to the large room.

The three of them were lounging on the couch, watching the opening credits to the aforementioned porno rental flick. I went directly to the counter for another Tom Collins, plus an extra shot of gin.

"So, what are we watching?" I asked, walking in front of Rudy and Penny to join Chuck at the other end of the couch.

"I believe it's called Taboo," Penny spoke up, as I felt Chuck's arm around my shoulder when I eased back into the battered excuse for a couch.

"Hmm, sounds nasty," I commented and turned to face Rudy.

Rudy gave an all-knowing look at my new wardrobe selection, before answering. "It's a fuck flick, Sis. Is that okay with you?"

"Fine by me. It's not my first, ya know," I said, taking a long drink.

Chuck moved closer to me and let his hand edge its way from my bare knee up under the shirt. "I'll bet it's the first time you watched one of these with your brother?"

"That's true. Today has been filled with a lot of firsts," I whispered, with his face now inches from mine. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and turned to him for an expected kiss. He didn't disappoint. As I opened my mouth on his, it dawned on me that only minutes ago I had his sturdy young cock manhood inside me, but we had yet to kiss.

After a brief series of introductory tongue tag, he took my drink and set it down. That's when the kisses got serious. I imagined Chuck (and I for that matter) needed to push the envelope, as far as my brother's point of view was concerned. After exposing more of my thigh, I pulled his hand to rest on my chest. We were completely oblivious to the movie, while our moans and succulent kisses grew in intensity. Feeling an orgasm forming from all this wet perpetual motion, I tore my lips from his to face Rudy and Penny.

Staring straight into my brother's enlightened eyes with my lust filled pair, I blurted out, "Are you sure you're okay with this? I don't want to embarrass anyone."

"You act like we've never seen two people make out before! You two go on and do what ya gotta do." Rudy gave his blessing, then added, "I only wish this fucking tape wasn't so screwed up!"

"What's the problem?" I asked, shifting my attention back to the small screen.

"It's ALL hosed up or some shit!" Rudy complained, as we viewed what appeared to be a woman sitting alone in a room. It was hard to tell what she was doing or saying. The screen and audio were a total distorted mess. "SHIT!" he reiterated and slammed down the remote control.

"Gosh you guys, it's just a porn movie," I laughed, until I saw the glare in his eyes. "They're all pretty much the same plot and stuff," I concluded. Getting no positive feedback, I shrugged away Chuck's advances and got to my feet.

Sauntering over to the large dark leather chair next to the television facing the couch, I decided perhaps a little show would lighten things up. "See, they generally start out with a sad woman having a problem. In this case, our darling damsel is terribly lonely," I described and then began to emote. "Damn I'm so lonely. All my boyfriends are out of town and I'm SO very horny. Whatever will I do?" I began. Seating my sexy self down on the leather chair, I noted a glimmer of a smile on Penny and Rudy's faces.

Continuing with my inane adlib monologue, I slowly spread my legs and unbuttoned all but two middle buttons on my/Chuck's stained shirt. Running my hands up and down my torso, I started to feign masturbation. My captive audience, no more than ten feet from me, was grinning ear to ear. Once I saw how "into" my interpretation they were, I pretended to make a phone call to my local plumber. I gestured to Chuck to pretend-answer his phone.

"Oh please come over right away, Mr. Plumber. I think I have a major clog... down below that needs fixing," I pleaded, while I rubbed my panties to indicate the approximate area of the clog.

"Ding-DONG!" Chuck's voice rang out.

"My, my, what fast service! COME IN!"

"Hi lady. I hear you have a clog," Chuck dived into the role, as if we had co-wrote the seedy dialog.

"Golly, you're so young! Are you sure you're experienced enough to fix my problem?" I pouted. Raising one leg up to dangle it over the arm of the large chair, I kept rubbing my problem spot.

"Well, let's just a have a look and see how bad things are, shall we?" He responded and immediately dropped to his knees between my legs. Since the back of his head blocked a revealing view of my bush from my viewing audience, I didn't object when he pulled the crotch of my panties aside to take a long lick.

"OH MY GOODNESS, Mr. Plumber; I think you found it! But can you FIX it?"

He came back up for air and lowered my leg from the armrest. "Not without a complete examination," he continued, bringing my legs together, and pulling my panties off.

"Well okay, if you think so," I remarked, as he swung my leg back up on the arm of the chair.

Needless to mention, it became increasingly harder for yours truly to stay in character. Chuck inserted two fingers in my slick pussy, while his talented tongue and teeth licked and chewed away at my clit. Gazing up at my audience, it was clear they were no longer content in simply watching us. Penny raised and squirmed out of her dress, while my brother ripped her satin panties down. When she stretched out spread-eagle on the couch, Rudy leaned over to administer his own full-scale examination. I brought my other leg up and clamped both thighs around Chuck's head, as he brought me to a screaming orgasm.

His tongue continued to thrill my pussy, while the rest of me shivered in delight. Penny climaxed about the same time Chuck finally decided to take a breather. Lowering my legs down his arms, I felt the rigid head of his cock on my pussy. "Sorry Ma'am but it appears you will need some major reaming done down there," he said, parting my tender lips with his cockhead.

"I agree. But first I need to visit the ladies room, okay?" I replied, kissed his forehead and beat a quick retreat to the restroom.

Dressed only in Chuck's tainted denim shirt, I used the bathroom. Returning to the large room, I was greeted with the sight of my naked brother and his girlfriend totally engaged on his extra long bed. She was perched on top of him, with his cock nearly impaling her love hole. Sitting next to them was an equally naked Chuck, patiently jacking his thick muscle.

"Hey now, this may not be such a good idea, Chuck," I tossed back my hair, giving him a wary smile.

Chuck reached up, grabbed my forearm, and pulled me into bed. "Nonsense, we can all have a good time together this way," he said, as I tumbled into bed next to Rudy. I quickly moved myself as far from the Rudy and Penny as possible, as Chuck started undoing my shirt buttons. "Isn't this how you hippies used to have your orgies?" He laughed.

"Very funny Chuck," I scowled and kept his hand away from the two remaining buttons on my(his) shirt. "Number one: whether or not I was ever a hippie, or ever participated in orgies is none of your concern. Number two: even if I did, they certainly wouldn't have involved my BROTHER!"

During my semi-strong response, Chuck had maneuvered to wrestle his lower half between my legs. Up until that point I'd managed to keep from completely exposing myself to Rudy. I felt there was an unspoken sibling bond or agreement between us; a line that neither of us would dare cross. Only slightly glancing down and getting an eyeful of maybe a third of my brother's super thick cock penetrating his petite lover, sent an embarrassing chill through me. I quickly shifted my focus back to Chuck's face, and felt the length of his rock hard meat nestling in my slit.

"Why don't you just shut-the-hell up and see what you can do with THIS," Chuck recommended and sunk his sizable weapon deeper in my slippery hole.

"OH GOD!" I yelled, naturally spreading my legs to take in more. Instinctively, my body yielded to full fucking mode, without regard to any audience. Chuck was on fire. He hoisted my legs up so my ankles rested on either side of his head, as his stiff rod filled and refilled my well-oiled pussy. Trying to concentrate on my young lover grew increasingly harder. My eyes couldn't help but shift to the two bodies on my right side.

"That's it. Fuck me Baby," Penny entreated, as she rode my brother's cock harder and faster.

My eyes shifted up to meet hers. A fiery exchange of sensuality between us really set her off. "Yeah Chuck, fuck her HARD," she exhorted and slapped his bare ass. Fuck that bitch like the dog she is!" Penny commanded, slapping him even harder.

Chuck was only too eager to comply with her primal commands, and stepped up the pace. Now his profound thrusts were calculated for deep impact. My eyes shut tight, as my body soared to another reckless orgasm. Hands ripped open my shirt. By the time I could react, it was far too late. In what seemed like one giant motion, my arms were pulled from the shirt, my legs joined together were tossed to one side of Chuck, and I soon found myself in a doggy position. With my head banging against the wallboard and my jugs smashing together, my hands gripped at whatever remains of a bed sheet I could grasp.

The farm boy/artist's cock instantly transformed into a ramming rod, bound and determined to force my head through the wallboard. The entire bed was alive with the four of us moving in one singular fucking motion. My right hand grasped for more mattress for support. It came up empty. I had run out of room on my right side, but the distinctive sounds of Penny's whipping hand on Chuck's ass told me I was in this for the long haul.

Head banging was no longer a viable option. It hurt. Turning my face left against the wallboard, my hands felt their way up the wall. I scratched my way up the wall to my left. Part of me wished for an easier solution. I mean I'm no friggin' Spiderwoman! However, the erotic side of me kept repeating how sinfully fun this all was. When I felt someone's mouth suddenly clamp on to one of my flying melons, I opted for the latter. I dare not look down, knowing full well it had to be my brother Rudy's mouth attached to my boob.

By now the pussy pounding Chuck was giving me from behind took on a whole new dimension. "Shit!" I blurted out, as my brother's talented teeth and tongue bit down and teased first one nipple, and then the other. Forcing my knees deeper into the mattress, I pushed my hands against the wall for a better look. The sight of Rudy sloppily licking and sucking in more and more of my full tits was deliciously erotic. "GOD does he EVER know how to suck tit!" I thought, fighting off any indecent implications. 

This is no naughty little sibling sneaking a peak under my skirt. This was a full-grown empowered man totally in tune with my wanton desires. "Don't be a fool! He IS your brother and this IS wrong–so wrong!" My head reeled. 

The sensation of Chuck's swollen tool shooting a full load of cum deep into me would normally have been the highlight of the last several months. However, it was my brother's unexpected talents that took me to yet another beautiful orgasm. "Harder, HARDER!" I implored to no one in particular. I was silently gratified and sweetly surprised, when both guys responded to my plea. 

Being so sexually charged after Chuck withdrew his dripping dick, I swiveled around and totally devoured it. Saturated with his starchy cum, I eagerly made a meal of his half-as-thick man meat. Ultimately I trusted that a well-timed blowjob for Chuck might divert any further attention from Rudy's interaction. My strategy worked fine on Chuck, who was plenty happy with my cleanup job. Rudy licked his lips, smiled and half-winked at me from his pillow. I knew he would be cool. 

Penny was the one I worried about. She was one who never missed a thing and would be bold enough to imply something. As it was, she was coming down from what must have been her own immense orgasm. I assume it was huge, after watching the tiny brunette climb off Rudy's huge cock. 

"You want some of that, Baby?" She breathlessly asked Rudy, referring to the same procedure I'd given Chuck.

Sensing Chuck's full load of joy juice about to leak out of me, I turned to get out of bed. I was too late. Chuck suddenly announced he was taking a shower and asked if I wanted to join him.

Dripping with sweat, I knew a shower would do me a world of good, but something stopped me. "Nah, I'll wait my turn," I answered, and gathered up enough used bed linen around me to cover up. Chuck headed off for the shower, while I situated myself on the bed with my back against the wall. Carefully tucking a sheet under my arms to hide my chest, the slurping sounds next to me got my attention.

I've held many a man's dick and sucked more than my share of sizable poles over the years. However, what Penny was holding (with two hands, mind you) and trying to suck was no dick. There was no better description of what my young brother possessed, than to legitimately call it a cock. Even in its flaccid state, it was longer than Chuck's full erection, and much, much longer and thicker than my husband's hardon. As I sat there, knowing full well how indecent and immoral it was to comparison-shop my own brother's growing erection, I was in petrified awe and instantly aroused.

Poor little Penny's taut lips stretched to the max, and she could take in no more than the ripe plum-sized head of it. After several futile attempts to take more of the "beast", she settled for licking the 11-plus length of it. Absentmindedly licking my lips, I was shaken with pangs of guilt and pride, knowing I could easily accomplish her seemingly impossible task.

"Well, maybe a shower IS in order," my voice cut through a sexually tense silence.

"Nonsense Barb. Rudy got to watch his sister make out," Penny resolved, as she gripped my arm to keep me in place. "It only makes sense that you should watch him," she reasoned, smiled at me and reached to yank down the sheet covering my boobs. For once I didn't react defensively, and left my melons exposed. 

A turned-on Rudy got to his knees, and judging from the rigidity of his cock, I'd say he was raring for action. "Besides this will take some time, and I need to use the john first," Penny announced, much to my brother's surprise. Bounding out of bed, Penny dashed away.

"Shit!" exclaimed Rudy, kneeling at my feet, jacking his ultimate weapon of mass destruction. Shaking his head in dismay, he watched his petite sex buddy make her exit, before his eyes settled on mine. Any sexual tension there was before she left increased ten-fold, with just the two of us left staring at each other.




The Interlude: Plan C



"Nice little girl you've got there, Rudy–sexy legs and an ass to die for," I nervously submitted, cautiously balancing my focus between his eyes and between his legs.

'Yeah, I guess, but the world's worst at blowjobs, I'm afraid" Rudy half-laughed, as he continued stroking his third leg.

"That's not entirely her fault, ya know," I smiled and raised one sheet covered leg to hide where my hand was secretively headed.

"Oh I know. I just always seem to be attracted to these little babes; don't know why."

"I suppose you could try some woman closer to your size, at least once. You know, just to see if you're missing anything," I hinted, as my fingers furtively toyed with my pussy.

I think he caught me take a short breath, as he began to seriously jack his cock. "A woman, you think? Say an older woman? She'd have to have big tits. I think I LOVE big tits!" He stated, moved closer and deliberately took hold of one of mine.

"Big is kind of a subjective term, don't you think?" I suggested and sighed, while his hand began to fondle my jug.

I grabbed my other tit roughly while I continued to finger myself. Staring up at him, with an opened-mouthed look of sensual desire, "I loved sucking on you big tits. I hope it didn't bother you." 

"Hell YES, it bothered me," I answered, and withdrew my hand from my boob to wrap it around the base of his beast. I leaned in and brushed his stroking hand aside, before painting tiny wet priming circles on the bulbous head of his cock with my tongue. "Wouldn't THIS bother you?" I begged, staring up into his wide-eyed glare.

Brother Rudy was speechless, as I opened my mouth super wide to force the issue. I became preoccupied with the idea of deep-throating this super-sized hunk of manhood, which just so happened to be attached to my brother. I hadn't sucked a cock of this magnitude since I was in my early twenties. So, once I got past the mixed emotions and sordid implications, the concept became more or less a worthy challenge.

Deeply moaning with each long twist and tug, I was able to stick my tongue out and feed more of it into my mouth. Beyond the head and down his long thick shaft, I shook my head to get it into my throat and past my gag reflex. 

"OH GODD YES, it bothers me!" Rudy favorably reacted, as I had already devoured more of his monster meat than anyone before.

Pushing him back to rest on his heels, my throat spread to adjust to his expanding erection. I felt an immediate sense of urgency to achieve my goal, before it became impossible to take any more. With his large hand bearing down on my head, I heard and felt my jaw pop, as another few inches filled my throat. Surprisingly it didn't hurt, but I knew there and then my mouth was maxed out.

"JESUS H. CHRIST BARB, what are you doing to me!" His words of awe and disbelief echoed in my ears, while my nose nuzzled into his pubic hair.

"Eureka, I did it!" I exclaimed to myself. Like standing atop Mt. Everest, I wanted to savor such an exhilarating success. Visions of all those sword swallowers I'd seen on TV flashed through my brain. "Hell what's so hard about that; it's all about patience and technique." Just as I began to revel in my discovery and find some relative humor in the comparison, I was greeted with the fact that swords don't expand.

A fair amount of warm precum laced the back of my throat. Rudy grabbed my hair and started breathing erratically. He seemed keenly aware of the dilemma I was about to encounter, and was doing his best to suspend, or otherwise cease the inevitable. It was as if the beast had a mind of its own, as the length and girth of his erection grew larger by the second. 

As with any deep-throating expedition I've appreciated, this sweet pinnacle and anticipation never failed to make me come. Initially this time was no different than any other. Grabbing my boobs with one hand, I wrapped my other hand around the fleshy expanse of his upper ball sack. My intermittent moans dissolved into one long low hum, as the extra length of his cock penetrated deeper into recesses of my throat yet unexplored. So much for the good news. 

Screw any violation of the manmade laws of indecency and immorality; the ever- widening girth of his rigid beast tearing away at my lips and jaw was simply a violation of the laws of physics. Square peg into a round hole–however you want to compare it. Plain and simple, it wasn't going to happen. Rudy's hand on my head, that only a moment ago had urged me to suck him deeper, was pulling me off. That part of me that desperately wanted to please him and share in the rewards was waylaid by my sense of survival.

The unanticipated but thrilling warmth of my cum mixed with Chuck's residual juices streamed down my inner thighs, as my mouth finally settled around my brother's obscene cockhead. With Rudy's hand now yanking my hair, I had to take a short breather, before uncorking such a massive obstacle. Perhaps it was some sort of twisted sibling awareness, when he stopped yanking my head, and softly smoothed and caressed my face with both hands. Taking in as much air through my nose as possible, I relaxed before attempting a final withdrawal. His throbbing cock treated my tongue to another short yet healthy burst of sweet man juice.

Closing my eyes for a deep breath of courage, I shook my head, stretched my lips and disengaged from the beast. The loud popping sound left me smiling up at him. With long strands of saliva mixed with precum pouring from my lips, I presented a much more seductive, wanton expression to him.

"Oh my God, Sis! That was simply incred..." I stopped him with an open-mouthed kiss that only an over-sexed woman would dare consider. Locking my arms around his neck, I pressed my sweaty naked body hard against his. I dismissed the faint sound of tapping on the front door, as I prompted his hands and fingers to feel every luscious curve of me. Backing away briefly from his growing response, I reached down. With both hands I took hold of his immense throbber. Sliding his rigid meat between my thighs, I impatiently rode the entire length of it with my dripping pussy. A more pronounced door knocking caught his attention. However, I was beyond control, and reinitiated another steamy sodden kiss. "Don't you just want to fuck me?" I pleaded. "You need to fuck me NOW!" I claimed in a harsh whisper, as more vulgar fluid from our kiss cascaded from my chin to dissipate on my heaving chest.

Rudy's befuddled brain was at odds with making any rational decision requiring common sense. However, the meek voice coming from beyond the front door must have shaken him back to semi-consciousness.

"C'mon guys, I know you're in there; all your cars are still here," came Betsy's                provincial voice.

"We–we'll be right there!" Rudy's voice boomed back, with only a nuance of guilt. Observing my brother comically fighting his imposing obstacle to put his pants back on was priceless. "Well, don't just sit there Barb; put something on!" He shakily, and ever so carefully zipped up his fly. 

I was in no mood to appease Chuck's prudish girlfriend at the door. Staring up at Rudy, I defiantly scooted my naked self back into the large unmade bed and lay down. For simple modesty's sake, I observed an ounce of decorum and half-covered up with the same sticky wet sheet.

"What's all the noise about?" Chuck suddenly emerged from his "shower". He too was clad in nothing more than jeans. Coincidently, Penny in a fresh t-shirt, followed not far behind.

Rudy quickly implored Chuck to let Betsy in, and then beat a path to the bathroom. Penny sat on the edge of the bed, trying her best to recapture her cool. Judging from the length of time she was gone, and her hair still dripping wet, she and Chuck had obviously shared a shower. Chuck turned and started for the door, then looked back to scan the place for any substantial evidence that might incriminate him. That's when he finally took note of half-naked me on the bed.

"Geez Barb! She can't see you like that! Who knows what she might think," Chuck balked with indignation.

Penny turned and gave me an evil smile. Lying on my side, propping my head up with my elbow, I let the sheet down to expose one of my ripe melons, and returned her smile with a wink. "Never you mind with Miss Betsy; we'll take of her," I offered, as Penny tore off her t-shirt and scurried to join me under the sheet.

"Oh good Lord," Chuck shook his head with an inkling of a grin and went to open the door.

"So Barb, just what do you have in mind?" Penny whispered, while her tiny fingers traced the outline of my lips.

'You know I'm not really into this girl-girl shit. However, I know you are. And I know you've been aching to get into Betsy's panties for some time."

"It's that obvious?" Penny blushed.

"Just follow my lead and we'll see what happens, how's that?"

"So this would be Plan B?"

I smiled, nodded, and brought my index finger to my lips. "Shh now, I want to hear this."

Young Penny playfully taunted my boobs, as we eavesdropped on Chuck and Betsy having a moment in the short hallway. "No Baby, I've decided. It's wrong for me, not to share things like that with you. I just have to learn to be more open," Betsy confided.

"Are you sure, Honey? I never want you to do, I mean, something that might upset you," Chuck lied, as most men are prone to do.

"No, I've had plenty of time to think this through. What's good for you is fine by me," Betsy smiled and kissed her honey.

They both turned toward the open room, side by side with their arms locked. "Well, we weren't able to get the porno movie to work, I'm afraid," Chuck admitted, and then added, "but the ladies here found a way to entertain themselves."

The sight of Penny and I snuggling together under the covers stopped poor Betsy dead in her tracks. "Oh MY!" She nearly shouted, before her hand extended to cover her mouth open in utter shock. "Is that YOU, Barb! I would have never thought..."

"Never thought of me as... a lesbian?" I filled in her blank assertion. 

"NEVER! I mean Penny... I could imagine, but you? You're a married woman! Chuck, I need to sit down," Betsy was nearly hyperventilating, as Chuck helped seat her at the opposite side of Rudy's bed.

Dressed in her short preppy pleated skirt and white cotton blouse, Betsy slowly gathered herself as I further explained, "I know I'm married, but I've been going through some rough times lately, and well, a woman has needs, ya know." 

A not-so-innocent Chuck stood by her side, rolling his eyes at my last remark. "See Baby, I knew something like this was going to upset you," Chuck asserted, as he smoothed her long blonde straight hair.

"God Chuck, a naughty video is one thing; I was prepared for that. These are two half-naked women that we know, and having sex in front of you! This is TOO much!"

Just then we heard the toilet flush. Seconds later Rudy opened the bathroom door. Betsy jumped up and ran to him. "God Rudy, don't look. Whatever you do, don't look!" She cried, trying to shield Rudy's line of sight.

"What's wrong Betsy? Rudy asked, calmly pulling her hand from his face.

"It's Penny and your sister, and they're..."

"They're what, Betsy?"

"They are naked and making out... with each OTHER!"

"Hmm, now that might be fun to see," my brother laughed.

"Oh NO, not you too! Are you ALL fucking perverts, or what?" Betsy stepped back from my hairy bare-chested brother in disgust.

"C'mon Betsy, the damn video wouldn't work, so the girls decided to have some fun. What's the harm in that?" Rudy casually concluded.

"Where's my purse Chuck. I'm getting the hell out of here!" Betsy announced and went to retrieve her purse from her boyfriend.

Chuck played keep away with it, until she agreed to hear his side of the story. After wiping away several tears of frustration, Chuck coaxed her into his bedroom. With the two of them behind closed doors, Rudy said, "Poor Betsy, I'm guessing this is all your idea, Penny."

"Oh I wouldn't put ALL the blame on Penny, Brother Dear. It might have been a whim of a horny woman just flexing her sensuality," I winked and leaned down to take turns licking his girlfriend's proud nipples.

"Very funny Sis; and I suppose that's meant to impress me," he laughed.

"No? Well how about this," I teased and slid down Penny's short slender torso. Spreading her legs wide, I knelt between them. Leaning down with my ass in the air, I glanced up at Rudy, while my fingers combed through her small dark patch. Rudy and I shared defiant stares, before my fingers parted her tender lips. Spying just a tinge of his tongue between his lips, I lowered my tongue to her pussy. Spreading my own legs for his benefit, my tongue snaked its way inside her loose lips. 

I observed a sense of confused frustration in Rudy's expression. As a man, even a young one, there was no doubt he was more than just a little aroused. The conflict within him had to be his less-than-devoted relationship with Penny, and at the same time knowing he couldn't or wouldn't dare play the incest card. I suppose if I let myself think long enough about what had transpired that afternoon, I would have been equally confused. As it was, I selfishly focused on satisfying my baser instincts.

"GOD Rudy, I don't know about you, but I'M impressed." The sultry brunette's body writhed and squirmed, as I reached between my thighs to spread my lips. As I treated myself to a two-fingered fucking, Penny elevated her pelvis. Now I could soften her tight little asshole with my tongue. Digging her heels into the mattress, she reached under and spread her ass cheeks, to enable further exploration. 

As my tongue probed deeper into her asshole, I heard the door to Chuck's room creak open. With my nose pressed against pussy, my immediate smell was dedicated to the sweet scent of her, until I detected a whiff of another equally pungent odor. The familiar smell of freshly smoked pot tickled my nose, as I spied two sets of feet approaching.

Disengaging two fingers (still wet with Chuck's semen) and tongue from their appointed pleasure holes, I glanced up to recognize the two of them. When the princess returned my generous smile with a timid one, I discerned that Chuck and his drugs had been very persuasive. Betsy's amended attire now consisted of her undies and the same sleeveless white cotton blouse, now entirely unbuttoned.

"Oh please, d-don't stop on our account," Chuck said. "I explained to Betsy, that you girls were just having a little fun–nothing serious, ya know," he added, as he massaged her shoulders.

"Fun?" I questioned sweet Betsy.

"Yeah, Chucky said you weren't really a lesbian, and that you guys were just teasing the boys; you know, just for fun," Betsy giggled.

Penny suspected that was an excellent ploy and was quick to get to her knees and approach the naive 20-year-old darling. "It IS fun ya know," Penny reiterated as she took hold of Betsy's hand. "You know what's even more fun?" Penny pulled her close to the bed.

"No, what's that?" Betsy bubbled.

"Guys really love it when THREE girls get it on, err I mean have fun together," Penny stated, while she ran her other hand up Betsy's arm.

Young Betsy turned her glazed eyes to Chuck, "Is that so, Baby?"

Chuck silently turned to check out Rudy's expression, before giving her an answer. By now my brother had retired to the leather chair. Covering up his erect cock with a convenient pillow, he looked up at Chuck and offered nothing more than a raised brow and a crooked smile.

"Yeah Honey, some guys think it's quite fun to watch," Chuck smiled.

"But Baby, would YOU and Rudy, I mean YOU. Would it make you happy?"

"YES HONEY! I do believe it might," Chuck stated, peeled off her blouse, and turned her around to face us.

"Come on Betsy; we won't bite," I smiled, as Penny and I took hold of her hands.

"I just can't imagine having fun like this without Chuck," she pondered, while she stepped up onto the bed. Once Penny and I had her balanced in the middle of the bed, I stood in front of her. Reaching my arms around her, I quickly undid her bra and threw it on the floor. Taking hold of her shoulders, I brought her close for an embrace. Rubbing my d-cupped melons against her firm and perky c-cupped tits, she brushed back my hair, "Gosh Barb, I just can't get it out of my head where I know you from."

Ignoring her superficial memory lapse, I took advantage of her stoned expression and leaned in to tease her parted lips with my tongue. When the innocent blonde tilted her head slightly and reluctantly opened her mouth, I went in for the kill. Extending the fullness of my tongue deep in her mouth, she rather instinctively began sucking it. Maybe it was the lingering taste of Penny's twat still on my tongue or the weed that excited her. I only know the girl was definitely enamored with my tongue.

Down below, Penny was equally fast at work on setting her own table. Wedging her head between Betsy and me, she ripped down the preppy girl's white lace panties. Fidgeting and maneuvering herself, Penny poised herself for the greatest access to young Betsy's love hole. Unfortunately her enabling resulted in pushing me away, until I almost lost my balance. Betsy grabbed my jugs tight to prolong our passionate kiss, but I wasn't about to deny Penny all the access she required.

Positioning myself behind Betsy, I was able to give her a nice chest massage, while I nibbled on her neck. This also afforded me a great view of our audience. Rudy was still content to wrestle with his pillow on the leather chair. Chuck, standing a few from the bed, was mesmerized with the three-ring circus entertaining him.

"You should make sure Chuck is really enjoying all of this, Betsy," I whispered in her ear.

Young Betsy's supple but toned body quickly yielded to Penny's persistent tongue. Her erratic breathing, moans and gyrations spoke volumes. "Chuck, Betsy wants to make sure you're having a good time. Don't you want to show her, huh?" I recommended.

I might as well have said, "Open Sesame." Chuck's hands went immediately to undo his jeans. As they dropped to the floor with a thud, it was plain to see how "pleased" he was. As he slowly jacked his rigid perpendicular hardon, I contemplated how long it would take before he joined in the action.

Pressing my boobs hard against the young blonde's back, I motioned for her to lie down. Figuring she would no doubt collapse under such sensual pleasure, she was more than willing to recline. Whatever position Betsy chose was of little concern to Penny at that point. Penny's mouth was locked on Betsy's pussy for the duration.

"Does that feel good, Baby?" I whispered, stroking her too soft shoulder-length blonde tresses. She turned toward me. Slightly biting her lower lip, the preppy princess was speechless. Seconds passed, as her eyes furtively danced between the ceiling, the walls, and me. "If it feels good, let it happen, Baby," I smoothed. 

Penny's tongue was working overtime, as the audible slurps and moans attested. Betsy was coming, whether she could deal with it or not. "Oh MY, OH MYYY!" The volume of her yells increased, while her hands gripped whatever they could to hold on.

"You two just stay right there where you are! This is Betsy's ride," I admonished Chuck, who emerged to get a better view of the girl's first female-induced orgasm.

While my mouth alternated between her c-cupped sized tits, my fingers joined Penny's to pamper and pepper Betsy's pussy with plenty of strokes and pokes. Penny was obsessed with tonguing and sucking the girl's clit, and hardly missed a lick, as Betsy raced to a huge orgasm, and then another.

"OH MY GOD, OH GOD! OH GOD!" Echoed from the tall ancient walls, as sweet Betsy's perfect young tanned body rode the wave of one hyper orgasm to the next. Penny and I had lit the flame, but Betsy was suddenly a ball of fire! The word insatiable comes to mind, as her athletic legs thrashed and churned. Grabbing my long hair, she yanked me to her mouth, to suck my tongue again. It wasn't enough. Her eyes flew around the bed like she might be almost possessed.




The Interlude: Some Neighborly Vice



Summer of '83 +++++

Yet another hot and sticky day, it wasn't quite as oppressive as it had been in recent weeks. It may have been over three weeks since our part of the world started baking in the current heat wave; but only two weeks since things had really heated up at my younger brother's downtown apartment. The past two weeks spent with the baby offered little diversion from my 30-something hormones. So, when my estranged hubby picked the baby to spend an extended weekend with his relatives, I was quietly relieved. His snide question, "Getting any lately?" was surely meant to antagonize me. Fact was, I was alone again for the weekend -- alone and undeniably horny... again. 

The last episode with my younger brother and his roommates had definitely charged my libido, but there was no way I could justify satisfying my revived appetite for sex with them; that was just too close to home. It would be best for me to redirect such thoughts. "Just forget it, Girl and move on," I reiterated, as I stood pensively gazing out our bedroom window. 

As if caught in-between dreams, my unseeing eyes glossed over with vague memories of Bill and Sherry's house and backyard. The Ames' two-story house was almost directly across from our place. A six-foot tall privacy fence separated our lots. I recalled when they built it, only a month after they and their two kids moved in about four years ago. The vague memories become clearer now. The fence was not so much a privacy fence as it was necessary for the security of their new swimming pool. "Gosh, I'll bet we haven't spoken to them since their house warming party; that was over four years ago," I recalled, "What a disaster THAT was!"

Flashback: Summer of '79

Bill and Donny (my hubby), both involved in construction, were more than just casual acquaintances. In fact, it was Donny that turned Bill on to our neighborhood when they were house hunting. 

Sherry was the complete opposite of what one might expect a construction supervisor's wife to be. The leggy, svelte woman worked as a freelance model for a local agency. It always amazed me she could find enough modeling work in our semi-rural locale. However, there was no doubting her appeal. The tall, slender blonde was a true trophy wife and endeavored to distinguish herself as such. 

The only thing she seemed to have in common with her burly spouse was incredible good looks. Handsome Bill was built like a Mack truck, a totally rugged Field and Stream hunk that oozed testosterone from every pore. Seeing the two of them together was like watching some weird casting call for "Tweetybird Meets Godzilla"; which is how we affectionately referred to them.

We caught mere glimpses of Sherry and their two teenagers after they moved in, but Bill seemed to be always out in the yard, building this and that. Soon after settling in they installed a full size concrete pool in their backyard. Consequently we received an invitation to a combination housewarming/pool party. 

I remember asking Donny what we should wear to such an event. "Hell, I don't know. The invitation says they'll be christening their new pool, so I suppose swimsuits are in order. I'm sure Bill has seen you tanning out back, so just wear your white bikini," he suggested with a twinkle.

"Yeah I'm sure Tweetybird, I mean Sherry, would like THAT," I rolled my eyes.

"Screw her. If she can't handle the competition, they shouldn't have mentioned it being a pool party," Donny concluded.

"What competition; like I could ever compete with a friggin' Cosmo model?"

"Hmm, let's see... a friggin' Cosmo model verses a voluptuous Playboy pinup... sounds like a competition to me," Donny chortled.

His comment was close enough to being an authentic compliment I accepted it. "Well thanks Darlin'; guess I WILL wear the bikini. Bill can see what it looks like up close."

"Up close... AND personal?" 

I shrugged off the innuendo, squeezed my deep-tanned thighs and 36-d melons into my two-piece, white, string bikini. Pulling on a light pastel beach blouse for civility sake, I grabbed a bottle of wine, before we headed across the back lawn. Since there were only a few couples mingling on the patio, we opted to make a formal entry through the front door.

Sherry, the perfect hostess, greeted us at the door. Luckily she was dressed similarly in a short terrycloth -- designer label I'm sure -- robe. Most of the guests were dressed ready to take a dip on such a hot day. Expecting Sherry to be some stuck-up fashion queen, I was relieved to see how accommodating she was. After introducing us around to their friends, she grabbed hold of her flighty son's wrist. Fifteen-year-old Zach, intent on beating a path upstairs, stopped dead in his tracks long enough to catch his breath and cordially shake our hands with a smile.

"And this one's obsessed with photography; always snapping us when we least expect it," Sherry smiled through pursed lips.

"Pleased to meet you, Zach. Sounds like we need to keep an eye out for you," I joked, as the prematurely tall, handsome teen brushed back his too long blonde locks.

"Yeah, good to meet you folks. Just let me know if you ever need your pool cleaned. I'm the best!" The boy blurted out, without realizing we didn't have a pool.

His mother corrected the shy teenager. He loosened from her grasp and bolted upstairs, like some nervous, gangly antelope. "Kids will be... well, you know," Sherry shrugged and asked if we were planning on starting our own family.

I was in mid-answer when two big paws planted themselves heavily on my shoulders. "So who's this foxy little thing, Donny?" A gruff voice came from behind.

"Hey Bill, how's it going? You've met Barb, haven't you?" Donny smiled, as Godzilla easily twirled me around for a better look.

In the process of twirling, my blouse flew open to display my ample jugs swinging within the confines of my less-than-modest bikini top. "Well, it's Barb; guess you aren't as little as I'd imagined," Bill brashly remarked, as I cautiously smiled and recovered the evidence.

"Jesus Bill, can you BE any more of a Neanderthal?" Sherry scolded and quickly shifted her eyes to ensure none of the other guests were privy to her spouse's obnoxious behavior. 

"Sorry Barb, I think Bill has been spiking the punch. He can be such an animal," Sherry apologized.

"Oh gosh Sherry, think nothing of it. I think he's kinda cute. I've been handled much, MUCH worse; trust me," I laughed and took hold of the Neanderthal's muscular forearm. "Come on Bill, you can buy me some punch," I smiled and ushered the 6-foot tall hunk outside to the patio.

"I'm not drunk, Barb. Hell, the party's just getting started!" He recoiled, as we stopped in front of a cooler. "You don't really want punch do you, 'cause we don't have any. That was just Sherry being Sherry. She can be such an up-tight..."

"Oh Bill, don't be silly. I'd take a cold beer, if ya got one. Then you can give me a guided tour of the house, how's that?" I tossed my long blonde hair back and mildly flirted to cool him down.

Offering me a cold brew, he shielded his eyes from the sun at my back. "You're quite the arbitrator, aren't you? I mean, you could get a job at the U.N. or something," Bill's version of flirting. 

"HA, yeah right! So you think they're hiring big boobed blondes at the United Nations these days?" I asked, letting my loose blouse fall halfway open.

"I like you Barb. There's no bullshittin' around with you, is there?" He observed, fixing the edge of my collar, likely for a better view of my cleavage.

"Guess I'm just a quick study of people and see no reason why we can't get passed all the superficial crap," I said, watching more couples file out onto the patio.

I spied Donny superficially chatting with Sherry in the kitchen and sensed by their body language there might be some attraction there. I thought nothing of it, as Big Bill continued, "So, it's like you figure people out and then keep them from fighting, is that it?" he shifted his weight to help adjust a pair of tight trunks.

"Kind of; it's more like knowing what makes people tick and then giving them what they WANT. That doesn't mean they always get what they NEED." I tried to verbally break down the concept, instead of breaking into a Rolling Stones' classic.

"I see what ya mean," he lied, but seemed intent on tricking his brain into some sort of rationale. "You've got me curious now. What is it that makes ME tick? I mean, you must have figured me out by now, right?" He asked, hoisting his beer for another long swig.

"Hmm, well this probably isn't the right time or place to get into that. It's your party; you should go and enjoy your other guests. You certainly don't need my armchair analysis," I laughed and lightly tapped his bulging bicep.

By now, our brief conversation had been interrupted several times by friends and neighbors stopping to offer salutations. "I suppose there are a few of these people I need to talk to, but I REALLY want to continue this," he grinned and squeezed my shoulder. "There's Sissy; she can give ya that guided tour if you like?"

"Sure, love to meet her," I said, as Bill motioned the attractive young lady over to join us.

Dressed (a debatable point) in a tight, pencil-thin, red string bikini, her long strawberry locks bounced like in some Breck Girl commercial, Sissy (formally Melissa) soon joined us with what appeared to be her mute boyfriend in tow. Wrapping her thin arms around Daddy's tree-trunk of a bicep, she pecked him on the cheek before turning her eyes to mine. "Hi, I'm Melissa, and you must be Barb," she daintily offered one of her hands. At nineteen, she was a true knock out, with even more pronounced curves than her mother.

"It's my pleasure; gosh Bill, but you and Sherry have such adorable kids!" I schmoozed, taking her hand in greeting.

"Daddy, tell her I'm no kid," Sissy nudged with the air of a spoiled debutante.

"Oh that's right. I'm supposed to remind people; Sis is a college girl now; all of nineteen," Bill stated as rehearsed. "Do me a favor Miss College Girl and show Barb, I mean can you give her a tour of the house and stuff? I've got to do some mingling."

"Sure, I'd love to. The studio too?" The girl asked, while her preppie boyfriend fidgeted.

"Yeah, she might get a kick out of that too. Oh, and this is Jamie Stalter, he's Sis' cousin," Bill added as an afterthought.

The skinny, nerdy-looking kid in baggy swimming trunks -- probably close in age to Sissy -- quickly raised his head to make eye contact, before retreating into anonymity. Bill waved at another couple. Giving my arm a quick reassuring squeeze, he said he would catch up with us later.

"Well, shall we?" The perfect strawberry blonde, with her perfect little body, and flawless skin suggested.

"Lead on and I'll follow," I smiled and followed her round little bubbly butt back into the house.

With timid Jamie bringing up the rear, Sissy led us directly through the large kitchen. Donny and Sherry were engrossed in conversation and barely acknowledged us as we passed. I assumed our teenaged guide would start with the second level or the main level first, so when she took an immediate turn downstairs I was surprised. We weren't even halfway down the staircase, when she came to a screeching halt and turned around. Staring up at me, her sweet demeanor dissolved.

"So, can we cut out the bullshit, Barb?" Sis asked in a much lower tone.

"Huh?" I stopped dead on the step behind her.

"I KNOW what you're up to. You and your beautifully tanned body; maybe you can fool Daddy, but I know what you're after." She warned and then turned to finish the stairs. I followed behind with guarded steps, trying to imagine just where she got off making such vague accusations. Silent Jamie at my rear was no help, except to keep me moving forward.

"And just WHAT is it you think I'm after?" I asked, quickening my pace to catch up with her. Making a sudden turn down a short hall, she was gone! The newly carpeted basement hallway stopped at a closed door. With Jamie's speechless urging, I trod ahead and turned the knob. Inside what must be the studio, I spotted Sissy simmering on one side of the large room. Hearing the door shut and lock, I glanced back at Jamie. With his arms folded, he stood solidly blocking any access for a quick retreat.

"Hey, what the hell is this, anyway? I thought you were giving me a guided tour. All of the sudden my neighbors' sexy little daughter turns into some kinda gestapo; accusing me of God-knows-what, and her mute Cousin Igor has locked us in this dungeon. I think I deserve a jury of my peers, at least," I rolled my eyes in disgust.

"His name is Jamie; he's harmless," Sissy started, strutting like some domineering revenge-filled villain. "And this is no trial. You're already guilty," she leered.

"Okay, guilty of WHAT?" I demanded, spreading my open palms for emphasis.

"Guilty of seducing Daddy, of course."

"You CAN'T be serious. What would ever make you think such a thing? Why I never..." I rebounded.

"Yeah right -- you and your long hippie hair; those big tits; that sexy round ass -- you're not fooling us. Well, maybe my Mom, but we can plainly see you want his big cock," she said, with almost an admiring tone.

"Us, who you and Igor here?" I asked, taking a few steps backward, as she approached.

"His name is JAMIE, and you haven't denied any of what I said, have you?" She said, shaking back her long curled locks, as she slowly closed in on me.

"Don't suppose I have. It's simply ludicrous to think that I was coming on to your father."

Sis was obviously in make-out mode herself, stopping for a moment to shed her fitted blouse, before backing me up against her Daddy's antique desk.

"You don't like me much do you, Barb?" She said, defiantly combing her fingers through those long locks.

"See, I never said that either..." I hesitated as she leaned in to take a whiff of me. Backing off, her nostrils flared, and I heard the slightest of moans. Standing toe to toe with me, she lowered the thin straps of her bikini. Reaching around her back she unhooked it and seductively slid out of it. Her raised eyebrow and wanton expression gave the appearance of an older, alluring vixen.

"I'm saving myself for him, you know. He's the only man I've ever wanted," Sis swooned and fondled her young, perfectly formed b-cupped boobs. 

"Is that so?" I answered, while she peeled off my beach shirt. 

"He would fuck me right now, but I need to have my head screwed on better -- have to be more mature, ya know. He seems to appreciate maturity in a woman, for some damn reason" she muttered, leaning forward to reset my waist-length hair over my shoulder.

"I see. Well, I think this cute little body of yours is doing quite well... I mean... maturing very nicely; but wouldn't most people call that incest?" I winced, feeling her warm breath in my ear. Daddy's studio must have been totally soundproofed, as I sensed movement from behind me.

Sissy took her time with me. Like a sleazy cobra, she slithered up and down my neck. I turned my head enough to catch Cousin Jamie closing in on the two of us.

"I'll bet you've had your share of pussy, haven't you, Barb?" Sissy whispered in my ear, as her fingers undid my blouse. Keeping my head, I slowly pulled her hands away. Issuing me a sneer, she nodded. That's when Jamie struck from behind. He quickly yanked my beach blouse down to my elbows. 

"Gosh, you guys are so dramatic," I laughed, as Sissy lowered my bikini bra straps.

Outwardly, I tried my best to exude a calm and collected woman, poised to deal with a pair of over-sexed juveniles having their little fun. Inside, I was nervous as hell, but unexpectedly aroused. I could have easily over-powered wimpy Jamie, and likely beat the crap out of both of them. However, when the sexy little devil unhooked my bikini and leaned in to kiss me, I relented.

Letting Jamie pull my arms tighter from behind, my broad chest expanded to meet Sis's tits. "You really are attractive... for a slut," she whispered in my ear, as she started massaging my chest. Except for a slight shudder, I remained silent.

Her light lavender scent was intoxicating. When her soft cheek brushed my lips, I swear I felt a spark. She sensed from my short breaths I was succumbing to her. Her mouth opened on mine. I returned her kiss. Never have I been so ineptly undone by such a perfectly desirable creature. Reveling in her conquest, she let our kiss improve and develop. As our tongues and saliva mixed with occasional grunts and moans, the boy's grasp on my arms loosened from behind. Keeping my arms behind me to ensure a sublimated façade, my hands found Jamie's rigid dick. He was only too pleased to undo his trunks, giving me full access.

Soon, I felt the boy kissing my shoulders, as I jacked his young hardon. His tentative touch was in direct contrast to Sis's, like he was just trying to hold on. When I leaned my head back and to the side to favor him with a kiss, Sis went to her knees. Needless to mention, my juices were flowing, even before she undid my bottoms and favored my pussy with her tongue. Stepping out of my suit, I turned to half-face Jamie. 

Kissing him full on his open mouth, I stretched and rhythmically hard-jacked his cock. His hands instantly went to my jugs, while Sissy raised my left leg. Leaning me back against her father's desk, I spread to give her a nice wide open shot at my well-lubed pussy. Her tentative body language indicated an initial shock at how accepting and compliant I reacted to her advances. Now, it was a sort of competition. Which of us could endure a mutual gauntlet of lust destined to take us both?

Spreading my liquid lips with both hands, she shot me a devilish glance, before burying her face in my light blonde bush. There was no "gentlemen start your engines," or "ready, set... go!" The three of us were off and running, with lucky me in the center of the pack. Loving every inch of Sis's tongue in my snatch and Jamie's tongue in my mouth, our combined moans made one, long, primitive call of the wild. Little erotic games involving possible positions, tender and powerful fondling, and shared orgasmic visions danced in my head. The sudden, out-of-nowhere impact of this impromptu threesome -- unwarranted and salacious -- bordered on erotic, yet poetic splendor. 

However, as my first orgasm surged toward its anticipated climax, I became suddenly aware of an intruder. Appearing on cue, like in some half-baked porno, Sis's father, Bill stood silently in the doorway. My young lovers, devoted to my seduction, seemed totally unaware of his presence; while the eye contact between Bill and I lingered. Would he be taken in and aroused by such a sight, or would this be too much of a shock to his traditional morals? Unfortunately there was to be no deliberation. That was anything but an appreciative glare burning in his eyes. 

Sensing this volcano of a man was about to blow, I immediately tried to get Sis and Jamie's attention. Still unaware of her quietly fuming father, Sis took my shoves as part of the game. Grabbing my hips forcefully, she bore down on my pussy with a vengeance. It was Jamie standing weak-kneed at my side, dripping a fair amount of precum down my fist, who awoke from his fantasy. 

"SHIT LADY; what the hell are you DOING? STOP IT!" Jamie yelled and distanced himself from the two of us.

"Yeah that's exactly what I was thinking, Jamie! Just what the HELL are you doing to these kids, Barb!" Bill exclaimed, as his body tensed with clenched fists.

Her father's admonition was finally enough to get Sis's attention. She threw her hair back, snatched up her bikini top, and jumped to her feet. "Daddy, she made us DO things. I don't think she's a nice person at all!" Holding her bikini close to cover her tits, Sissy averted her father's searing eyes. 




The Interlude: Some Neighborly Vice



Leaning back against the desk, I crossed my arms and observed their deception in awe. Once the kids beat a hasty retreat, I shook my head and bent down to retrieve my clothes. Judging from Bill's frustrated expression; I felt it necessary to share something resembling the truth of the circumstance. "Bill, I hope you don't believe any of that bullshit?" I stated, pulling up my bottoms. 

Turning away from me, he was either still in shock, or he simply couldn't accept another interpretation. But he had to hear me out. I made him turn again to face me. "Listen, I can see you're upset, but I didn't start it," I pleaded like a pouty teenager--a pouty teenager still exposing her sizable attributes to her neighbor. 

With his head lowered in dejection, the sight of my bare chest was unabashedly in his line of sight. "Doesn't look like you tried to STOP it!" He challenged. "How did something like this happen anyway?" He asked, clearly staring at my round hanging hooters.

Slipping back into and attaching my bikini top, I took hold and shook his massive arms to break his focus. His eyes reluctantly returned to meet mine. "Well, you probably won't like this either, but Sissy accused me of trying to seduce YOU. I know it sounds silly, but that's what she..."

"And...you weren't?" Bill broke in.

"Of course not! I would never..."

"Never?"

"Okay, never is probably the wrong term, but you understand. I certainly don't make a conscious effort of hitting on my husband's friends at pool parties," I pleaded.

"Maybe she felt you were making an unconscious effort. I mean, the way you're dressed... big tits and fine looking ass... maybe Sis has a point," he said scratching his head, no doubt confused from interjecting a three-syllable Freudian term.

My God, could it be this handsome oaf was making some sort of sense? "Hey, I can't help what I've got, and I AM dressed for a pool party. How should I dress? Unconscious effort -- bull shit! If I was to make a play for you, you'd KNOW it, Asshole!" I wagged my finger at him. That was a regrettable move. He took that gesture as a scolding, and although he was conditioned to appease his wife regarding such rebukes; there was no way he would tolerate mine. Grabbing hold of my offending hand, he put a halt to my finger wagging. Keeping a lock-tight grip on my wrist, he forced me to my knees.

"Hey, that hurts! What the fuck are you..." I winced, straining my head back to somehow weigh-lay the pain. Using my other hand to push against his strong thick thighs, a similar flush of lust flashed through me. God, was this dominance thing hereditary?

"Now see, I haven't resorted to name calling; haven't balled you out... or anything," he calmly replied, still applying just enough pressure on my wrist to be uncomfortable. My demeaning position, basically staring at his crotch, left me feeling similar to being accosted and excited by his darling daughter. His skin-tight swimming trunks did little to hide his most formidable attribute. An attribute he would soon be proud enough to display.

"Okay Bill; what is it? Do I cry uncle, or will you just accept an apology?" I asked, giving into his overwhelming strength.

"Just admit it," he said softly, as his other hand began stroking the outline of his cock.

Whatever pain I had in my wrist dissolved, only to be replaced by a growing warmth below. There's no denying, I've always been fascinated watching a man jack himself. (More than a fascination actually; it's kind of an aphrodisiac.) "Admit to WHAT?" I nervously responded, as his fingers quickly unbuttoned his trunks. Letting go of my wrist, he reached around to pull my face tight against his abdomen. Holding my head still with one hand, he unleashed the "beast" with the other. 

Confronted with a super thick-veined hunk of hardening cock about the length of my entire face, my leaking pussy betrayed me. "Just admit you want it Barb. Consciously or unconsciously... in that pretty mouth of yours... in your hot pussy, or even up your stinkin' ass... you want it, Baby," Bill's words hung in the air, as he forcefully jacked his cock hard from stem to stern. Still gripping my head with his other hand, I sensed one of his thick, rough fingers edging close to my lips. 

"I... I can't..." I stated, more to convince myself, as saliva formed. Running his coarse finger across my lips, they surrendered to wanton desire. Turning my face slightly in his grasp, I sucked in his finger. The calloused fingers of a construction worker were only a pretense to taking him all inside. Forced finger foreplay if you like, but he was right in his appraisal. I would gleefully have fucked his glorious ugly stick any and every which way possible. 

I reached up to help his jacking hand. Letting go of my head, he leaned down to undo my top. As I felt his rough hands on my heaving chest, I couldn't rest another second before devouring his meaty monster. Swinging his cock to my mouth, I opted to forego any teasing. Opening wide, sticking out my tongue, I closed my eyes and sucked in as much as possible, before his cock hit the back of my throat. Given his full ten inches of thick man muscle, I knew, given enough time and lubrication, I could take it all. 

Bill's guttural groans and moans added to the scrumptious taste of him, as my head bobbed faster and longer with each stroke. I may not have verbally admitted to anything, but at that particular sex-filled moment I couldn't help myself. This Neanderthal was mine, as I was bound to be his submissive cave girl.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU FUCKING WHORE! STOP IT NOW!" Came a screeching voice from the doorway.

"See, I TOLD you. I told you she was trying to screw him," claimed Sis, defiantly crossing her arms, as her mother's rant continued.

Jerking her husband's saliva-rich cock from my mouth, I knew there was little hope for a logically explanation this time. He and I were at her mercy, which seemed to be in limited supply. The funny thing, besides watching his trophy wife turning every imaginable shade of red, was how forgiving she was to Bill. Through her biased eyes this was entirely all my doing.

Separating and gathering myself together as she continued her rant, I hung on to the concept: this was certainly not entirely my fault. I suppose it was paramount to her that I portray the ultimate villainess, but it pissed me off.

"And I never, and I mean NEVER, want to see you near this house or my family EVER AGAIN -- you FUCKING WHORE! This is ALL...YOUR...fault!"

Scrambling back upstairs, I grabbed a confused Donny and we made our hasty exit, with her last line burned into my memory. It didn't take much effort to convince Donny of what really happened. Besides, I concluded, he was more pissed to have missed all the action. 

Flash Forward: Summer of '83 +++++

Sherry's condemnation and hurtful words still clung to my brain like a 20-ton weight for the past four years. One day... one day she'll know the truth. One day she'd realize what kind of a conniving bitch she had for a daughter. She'd realize just how innocent her husband is. Not that her knowing would make any huge difference, but the day will come and she will know. That's been my silent resolve for the past four years.

Shaking myself from that dated daydream, I refocused on the reality of getting through another weekend flying solo. "This won't be so bad; it's not like I have nothing to do," I concluded and dressed for another steamy day. 

I gave one final glance down on the lawn from our second story bedroom window. There he was; shirtless and still rock-hard-solid, as he strode across his yard to attend to some insidious form of suburban lawn blight...Bill Ames, as predictable as Kamikaze June Bugs, doing his yard thing, and looking entirely too delicious.

"Okay, stop staring you fool and get past it already," I swore. Hot summers and a shirtless Bill Ames complimented each other and were the reason for many such white lies. Having a baby, getting back into shape, dealing with assorted personal and marital challenges, all made the last four years seem to fly by. However, the frequent presence of Mr. Ames in his backyard served to tickle my restless libido, and drag my mind back to all sorts of erotic could-have-beens.

"Oh what the hell, I've got an hour or so to spare for a nice flirt (err, I mean) tanning session," I concluded and slipped back out of my clothes.

When it comes to bikini choices, I could have wore my latest purchase; a new white number that was an update from four years ago. My extra-sized baby-makin' boobs would fit neatly in its larger D cupped top. Upon further consideration, I opted for the tried-n-true, tighter and smuttier yellow one. Not that bikinis really need better access, but this too-little, Sandra Dee- meets-Marilyn Monroe-honey had tie strings and bows that men just love undoing. Slipping into a pair of open-toed, elevated sandals, I scooped up my favorite over-sized fluffy beach towel and a half-empty slippery bottle of Coppertone.

A tall glass of iced tea replaced my morning cup of coffee, as I made my way across our patchy drought-stricken lawn. As I previously shared, the heat that year was merciless from sunrise to sunset. Any sane inhabitant would have made their early runs and hunkered down for a long lazy afternoon and evening, safely secluded with a six-pack in their A/C treated homes. The insane ones would stretch out for yet another dose of deadly sun rays to perfect their already perfect tan, or would suffer the same deadly rays loping around an impeccable yard searching for perceived imperfections. Both of us candidates to be treated some distant day for pre-melanoma skin spots; but what the hell did we know in 1983--we were both certifiable.

"Looks like another scorcher." Bill had a keen sense of the obvious.

"I think you're right," I answered, peering over my sunglasses, as I laid out my extra large towel.

What made his otherwise dumb opener take on landmark status was the fact that it was the first form of communication we'd shared in over four years. Waiting for some equally inane follow up, I gazed in his direction; a mere six foot from me on the other side of the privacy fence. Slightly clearing his throat, I'm sure that was his intention, when his wife yelled from their kitchen window. Being that the privacy fence was of the staggered cedar slat variety, I wasn't sure if she had seen me or not, not that I gave a shit either way. In any event, he was quick to dutifully trudge back inside for an ass-chewing.

A light breeze kicked up, so I couldn't hear her whole tirade. "Slutty bitch", "separated", and a few well-placed "fuck you's and damn's" later I heard a door slam. A series of "fucking bitch-cunts" spilled from Bill before the screeching sound of burning rubber left a thick lingering silence. Training my ears for any subsequent aftershocks, Bill's voice broke through the slats.

"So, I hear you and Donny split up," his calm yet direct matter-of-factness amazed me. It was like nothing had just happened. Over time (could it be four years?) he had become impervious to her slings and arrows.

"Uh yeah, for about a month--but what's with Sherry? Sounds like she's..." I said from my prone position.

"Oh her; she's finally turned into the terminal bitch from hell. Pay no attention to her. I certainly don't. No, I was just trying to say, if... you know, need anything done... you know, while Donny's away, I'd be glad to... you know..."

"You'd be glad to help out? Is that it?" I suggested.

"Uh yeah!" He blurted out, relieved I had completed his half-thought.

"I think I'm okay for now, Bill, but thanks for the offer," I propped my head up, slid my glasses down enough to see him peering at me through the rustic fence.  His eyes widened as our smiles co-confirmed the fact we were finally talking again. That's when I sensed something else; a certain sadness behind his smile. A sadness I had only recently come to recognize in my own mirror. Loneliness.

"You know Bill, there IS something you could do for me," I said, reaching for the Coppertone.

I don't know a single guy (or married), no matter his age, no matter his status or lot in life, who will turn down the chance to rub something greasy or creamy on a woman--you gotta love summer! I don't think the gate latch had fully set, before my shirtless tree-trunk of a neighbor was kneeling next to me. Handing him the greasy dark plastic container (I swear every one of those cocoanut-laden little bottles must have leaked), I pulled away my long blonde tresses, untied the halter strap around my neck, and let out a giggle. Arms bent at the elbows, I shed my sunglasses before laying my head between my hands.

"What's so funny?" He asked, unscrewing the lid.

"I don't know, just laying here like this, I was thinking about last week and the lumberjacks," I smiled.

"Lumberjacks?"

"Yeah, don't ya remember those guys trimming the trees last week? I called them lumberjacks."

"Oh sure, I remember now," Bill lied. There wasn't any tree trimming, and certainly no lumberjacks. He dribbled a few drops down the center of my back.

"Yeah, there were three or maybe four. I think they had been spying on me soaking up some sun, just like this. Umm, that feels good," I exhaled, as Bill's thick, coarse hands and fingers massaged the oil into my shoulders. 

"So, you let perfect strangers do THIS?" He asked, shifting his massage to my upper back and sides.

"Oh sure; they were nice enough, and they did plenty more than this. I mean they weren't perfect, but nobody is, right?"

Feeling his calloused fingers skimming under my arms, I wondered how he'd deal with two half-balloons billowing from both sides. "No, nobody is perfect I guess. But I must say, your back comes pretty close," his tone lowered. I felt his knee shift against my thigh. Without a warning, his other leg came over me, leaving him straddling my thighs. Quick as a wink he untied the halter from my lower back.

"Well now, if you like the view from the back porch, I've been told there's even better scenery on the balcony," I winked back at him. 

"Oh, don't I know THAT!" He exclaimed, re-opening the lotion.

"Why Sir, you wouldn't be trying to take advantage..."

"Of a married woman?" He completed my assumption. "I came close four years ago, didn't I?"

"Yes you did--very close! But, you didn't finish the job. A real man would have told the whole world to take a flying leap, and fucked my mouth until I couldn't stand it anymore," I boldly chastised, and felt a huge glob of oil splash my back. "Whatcha up to back there, Buddy; loose your wad already?"

Trying his best to scoop up the greasy accident was like containing a handful of sand. Backing his large frame further down my legs, he undid the bows holding my bottoms. "I suppose those fucking lumberjacks of yours we're "real" men, he asked, pulling off my bottoms to spread Coppertone over my already copper-toned ass. "My God, Barb you're completely tanned!"

"Yep, no tread marks this year; you like?" I stated, turning on my side to face him. "And yeah, they were real men, even the young ones. One of them shoved two, or was it three, fingers in my pussy like this," I said, pulling my legs from under Bill. Bending my knee, I started the show as I stated. My neighbor's wide-eyed anticipation-reeking response was delightful to observe. I hadn't even touched him yet and he was on fire with desire.

Flipping over on my towel, I continued to three-finger my pussy. "The next guy was a total boob man; couldn't get enough of these beauties," I oozed, and stared Bill down, while hoisting each boob to my mouth for a generous nipple-lick and suck.

"And the third guy, w-what'd he do?" Bill asked, leaning back on his heels to unzip himself.

"Hmm, pretty much what you're doing, except his wasn't near as big and thick," I remarked, and then slowly maneuvered myself around, until my face lined up under his crotch. This gave him an excellent vantage point to witness my entire 30-something body, as he released the beast. His multi-veined, rock-hard, super-thick, dark, man-muscle was just as I recalled it from four years ago. Leaning my head back, I extended my tongue to tease just the underside of the deep "V" of its large circumcised head. 

"Damn Barb, you are one HELL of a tease!" He declared, as he held his heavy hunk of meat for my taste test.

"Yep, I can DO teasing... for a while, anyway," I acknowledged, before taking his cockhead in my saliva-rich mouth.

"You have NO idea how many nights I've laid awake thinking about..."

"Fourteen hundred and sixty, if you're into math, Baby." I smiled, and released the hold on my jugs to push his cock further inside.

"Damn, that's a long time! DAMN that feels fucking GREAT! DAMN!" His body surged forward. Grabbing my heaving hooters, his fire for me had sufficiently re-kindled. Force fucking myself deeper, I arched my supple back to apply added pleasure for the both of us. That's when I tasted an ample dose of his sweet precum. The sizzling heat of the day had burned off the morning dew, while I devoured more and more of his cautionary lubrication. I would take him anyway he wanted: fuck my face; fuck my pussy; do me in the ass; I'd do it all for this real man of the moment.

I would have to, if it hadn't been for the unexpected interruption from his darling daughter, Sissy--bitch! I could have scratched her eyes out, if she'd been in striking distance. As it was, she was yammering for her Daddy from their kitchen. Something about him taking her to repair a muffler. "I'll fix HER fucking muffler!" I thought, as devoted Daddy reluctantly withdrew and zipped up.

"I'm sorry Babe--have to take a rain check for now," he whispered and placated me with a tap on the cheek.

"Christ, it hasn't rained in over two months!" Is what I wanted to scream. "I understand," is what I simply delivered, retying my top.

Gathering the towel up to cover my lower half, I went back to the house. Sure, I was pissed at being interrupted in mid-seduction. However, at the same time, I was exhilarated by the fact that fucking Bill's big cock was more than just a probability. Getting revenge on his wife, plus adding fire to the flames of jealousy for Donny's sake; everything was shaping up nicely.

Try A Zach Snack +++++

Dressed in ultra short-shorted jeans (Daisy Dukes we called them), sandals and a tight fitting, strapped top, I grabbed my keys, shoved my list in my purse, and headed off to Safeway. 

The store's A/C offered a pleasant relief from the heat, as I cruised from aisle to aisle, humming some inane one-hit bubblegum tune from the canned music. I took note of three kids who seemed to be tailing me. Perhaps it was my imagination, but they eventually showed up in whatever aisle I was in. Upon further inspection, I didn't notice anything sinister about their appearance or demeanor. They were simply two guys and a girl, maybe in their twenties, soaking up the A/C and occasionally adding to their grocery cart; the same as me. It wasn't until we reached the open fresh vegetables and fruits section that they felt comfortable enough to make eye contact.

Stopping in front of the fresh fruit, I turned in their direction. I wrapped a bunch of bananas and slyly glanced up. One of the boys was talking/teasing the girl, while the other, taller boy's face returned a big smile. His knowing head-nod caught me off guard, but I held my ground. I sensed him slowly heading toward me as I reached to inspect two honeydew melons.

"Hmm, no competition there," he blurted out, as I stood holding the two ripe melons.

I looked up, cracked a half-smile, and blushed at his double entendre. The tall, long sandy haired young man certainly had a cute endearing smile, but when I didn't immediately recognize him, I suddenly felt nervously self-conscious. Replacing the produce, I shrugged my long hair back, took hold of my cart and wheeled away to escape any further conversation.




The Interlude: Some Neighborly Vice



"God, where do I know that face from; he seems so familiar?" I executed a quick search through my long-term memory banks, as I completed my shopping. That terrible sinking feeling that comes from seeing someone you feel you SHOULD know had nearly dissipated by the time I reached cashiers' row. Turning a gallon of Rocky Road upright on the conveyor belt, I felt warm breath on the back of my neck.

"It's Zach, Zach Ames, in case you don't remember," he toyed near my ear.

Suddenly straightening my back, I stared at the POP display in front of me, as my recall snapped to attention. Apparently it was a drive-by recall. By the time I reacted and turned to greet him, he had moved several lanes down to join his friends. Paying for my stuff, I glanced once more at their checkout lane. "Hmm, Mr. Zachary has a fine looking ass to go with that cute smile," I thought, watching him digging for his wallet. Groceries bagged, I hoisted two brown paper sacks and returned reluctantly to the sweltering outdoors; so much for self-service.

Reaching my trusty Duster, I finagled my hands into my purse for my keys. However, juggling the bags and my purse was a feat I had yet to master. Struggling to keep everything balanced, I soon lost the fight and one of the sacks hit the steamy tarmac. The good news is it wasn't the sack with the Rocky Road. The bad news is it was the over-packed bag with canned goods. Canned corn, beans, peas, and carrots opted to go their separate ways, as they quick-rolled and dispersed into the open parking lot. "Shit... SHIT!" I screamed, setting the other bag down to track down the escaped veggies.

"Ya know, I'm not sure, but that has all the ear marks of a jail break," Zach noted, appearing from out of nowhere.

"And, I suppose you're just gonna STAND there!" I yelled back at him, as a stray can of Jolly Green Giant peas, racing to obvious doom, headed toward the intersection.

"I'll get that critter, if you can round up those two, Ma'am," Zach pulled up his shorts like a pair of chaps, and took off like the wind.

In a flash, he not only saved my Jolly Greens, but most of the Del Montes. As I restocked the torn bag with fugitives, Zach marched confidently toward me with his catch.

"Say, you're quite the wrangler, Zach. I'll certainly remember you, the next time my cans get loose," I laughed before thinking. Approaching me, his smile widened, while I caught his eyes glancing down my top. I'm sure he was ever-close to delivering some wicked comeback, when I interrupted. "Okay, that was wrong. I meant the next time I spill the beans... no, that's not right either," I smiled, while he took over and repacked my bag.

"Yeah right, just remember ZACH is good in the SACK; how 'bout that one?" He lamely suggested, shoving a neck-strapped camera behind him, to finish packing the cans. Funny I hadn't noticed that accessory in all the commotion.

"Sorry, that one's really pushing it. I'm sure you can do better than that," I suggested, as he rose from a squat to put my bags in the oven-hot Dodge.

"How about this one... Don't blame Zach for your dented cans, he just needs a ride?"

"You're getting worse, that one doesn't even rhyme," I said, circling the car to get in.

Like some gun-slinging pro, he grabbed his faithful 35mm Nikon from behind, focused and speed-shot two or three frames, before I got my driver's side door unlocked. Unconsciously finger-combing my long blond locks (or was I flirting?), I re-seated a white towel on the hot seat and slid inside. Zach continued shooting more film from outside the rider's side, like he was obsessed. Obsessed? Oh, that's right... HE was Bill and Sherry's camera-crazed kid, I recalled. 

Almost at once cogs in my head started meshing together. A single strand of a twisted idea flashed into my psyche. The whole plan was vague and blurry, but somehow I put two pieces of a puzzle together. Number one: this was the grown (or at least of age) son of my disgruntled neighbors, and he was basically flirting with me. There's no way he saw my morning lawn job with Daddy this morning, was there? No way. Number two: he was really into taking photos. Perhaps he would offer a possible way to document whatever dastardly plan I would hatch to exact my revenge and jealousy. Watching the lanky lad standing alone in my rearview mirror, I pulled to a screeching halt.

"Dummy me, I finally got it, Zach. I'm sorry. It must this oppressive heat or something. You probably need a ride--right?" I asked, backing up the car. 

"Oh think nothing of it. Hell, I can walk; it's only a few blocks," he started, leaning in the rider's side window.

"Don't be silly; here, get in," I insisted, leaning over to open his door. Whether it was my sexy smile, or the inviting view of my cleavage, he climbed in and slammed the door.

"What happened to your buddies?" I asked, shifting back into drive.

"Oh, they took off I guess. I mean, I told them to go ahead without me. Ya know, when I saw your little accident... and the cans and stuff," Zach nervously answered, fiddling with his camera.

"I see. That girl looks a lot like that Wagner girl--she used to sell Girl Scout cookies, right?"

"Yeah, that's Crystal and Tony Romano. He's not from around here."

"Gosh, you guys have sure grown up! I only barely remember meeting you... at your parents'. That must have been what, 3 or..." I started.

"Four years, almost four years ago, and your name is Barb... I mean Mrs. Bodecker, sorry."

"Say you have a good memory; and you were into photography. Duh, anyone can see you still are, obviously," I blushed. "I suppose you'll be majoring in that in college?" 

"Yep, you guessed it. We'll--Tony, Crystal and I-- be starting this fall at State," Zach started to loosen up.

"Well, good for you guys. It's nice to be passionate about something. I mean the way you seem to feel about photography. I suppose it was only natural, with your mom being a model and all," I suggested. "You've probably taken a ton of photos of her; how great to have your own in-house model!"

"Not really. Actually I've taken plenty of shots of my sister, but hardly any of Mom," he reflected.

"How IS Sis doing? I'll bet she's done with college by now?"

"She decided to go for her masters and is modeling part time, so we see often enough. She got a boob job, ya know. Hmm, don't know why I said THAT... sorry," the 18-year-old blushed.

"Hey, no need to apologize. It must have made quite an impression on you," I laughed and gingerly patted his knee.

"I suppose so," he reflected, not really sure he should have shared that sort of information.

"Once a boob man, always a boob man?" I suggested with a wink.

"HA!" Zach stifled a laugh, trying to avert his gaze from my chest.

"That couldn't be the reason you snapped off a few shots of ME, now could it?"

"Hey, having this chance to be this close, I mean, I'd be a fool not to... to take advantage of the situation," he reasoned slyly.

"I see," letting a spaghetti strap fall over my right shoulder. "That couldn't mean you have other shots of me, say from a distance?" I prodded, watching him nervously adjust his shorts.

The conversation came to an abrupt halt at that question, as I turned the car onto my street. Pulling into our driveway, I wondered how much of the cat I'd let out of the bag.

"Well, here we are. Thanks again for helping to round up my... my cans," I laughed. "Let me know if I can ever return the favor," I smiled. Even in the stifling heat, Zach just sat there staring at my loosened strap and then up to my eyes.

"Crappy garbage bags!" He blurted out, in some last ditch effort to keep the conversation afloat.

"Huh?"

"They should have double-bagged those cans. Damn Safeway! Cheep bastards!"

"RIGHT, damn Safeway! We'll have to boycott them; you can be in charge of the picket line," I smiled again, pulling up my strap and grabbing my purse. "Like that and a buck-twenty will get ya a gallon of gas," my sarcasm escaped his singular train of thought.

"At least let me help you get them inside. That's quite a load. I mean, the bags are ripped and..."

"Sure, that would be nice of you. I'd appreciate that, Zach."

"No problem; I'm more than happy to help," he smiled broadened, with the chance to continue the dialog. We had the groceries gathered up and were making our way to the kitchen, when his courage erupted.

"You were right about those photos, ya know," he said quietly, as if not to disturb anyone else in the empty house. "I DO have a few shots of you in the backyard; hope you're not offended. I mean, I'm not a stalker or anything," he admitted.

"I see...not a full-time stalker, just your average run-of-the-mill voyeur, hmm?" I smiled.

"I'm sorry. Guess I just matured early," he continued to almost whisper.

"Why ARE you whispering, Zach? There's nobody home but us," I chuckled.

"Sorry. I was just going to mention how my early maturity was mostly your fault anyway."

"My fault?" I palmed my chest. "God, not another member of the Ames family falsely accusing me of something!" I thought. "I suppose I had something to do with Karen Carpenter's diet too... and how 'bout that thriving Reagan economy, geez!"

"Hell yes. Well, I'm not sure about that other stuff, but if you didn't have such a... such a world-class figure, I wouldn't have..."

"Like I have control over your crazy teenage hormones, yeah right!" I shook my head, secretly proud of his compliment.

"Teenage or not, Barb, you have a killer bod, and I THINK you know it," Zach emphasized, helping me stock the pantry.

"Let's get back to these photos. Just how many are there? I DO have clothes on, I HOPE!"

"Hey, like take a chill pill, there's only a few..." Zach admitted.

"A few DOZEN?"

"Not that many, and their tasteful; I mean for candid shots. A few bikini shots, but that's all," the boy further admitted.

"Bikini shots? Oh great! That's all I need to see showing up around the neighborhood. You know, I think you'd better let me evaluate these photos sometime--and bring the negatives with you, Zach," I stated.

"Please don't be mad. The last thing I want is to have you mad at me. I WAS honest with you; that's gotta count for something?" Zach pleaded.

"Don't be silly. I was just giving you grief. I'm not mad at you; and it's not the first time I've been photographed. I suppose I should consider it a compliment," I smiled.

"Good, I'm glad you're not pissed," he said before taking a long pause. "Then you might consider posing for me?" He added, going for broke with an after-thought.

I immediately shot him a head-shaking glare.

"You said you'd return the favor, you know for picking up the cans and stuff," he challenged.

"What? Are you crazy? I AM married you know."

"I know, but I also know your husband hasn't been around much. Besides, it's not like I expect you to pose naked or anything. It would just be nice to have some posed pictures of you. Ya know; something I could take to college."

"Something to remember me fondly by, as you fly away to join the Foreign Legion; yeah, like I haven't heard THAT one before. Man, you guys are something else!" Rolling my eyes.

Zach had taken his best shot. Now he stood silently waiting for a more favorable response. Looking him eye to eye, I sensed my cogs meshing and shifting into gear.

"Tell ya what, Zach; you bring over those so-called candid shots of me, along with your pro shots sometime, and I'll CONSIDER it, how's that?" 

"GREAT! That's mighty nice of you, Missus..."

"Barb, please call me Barb," I corrected him. 

Judging by his last look before bolting from the back door, I'd say I had about 15 or 20 minutes before Zach would return. The word 'sometime' has no meaning to any man, at any age, with a hardon. That would give me enough time for a quick pit stop in front of the mirror, and a change of clothes.

Changing out of my shorts into an even tighter pair of cutoffs, I detected the telltale scent of arousal on my cotton panties. Hmm, I hadn't figured on that. Was it the idea of setting my half-baked plan into motion, or could it be an actual attraction to the youthful backyard camera bug that had me wet? These were considerations best dealt with later. Glancing from our upstairs bedroom window, I saw him heading this way. Knowing I had no time to pick out a decent (or indecent) top, I strapped on a silk robe, squeezed into my short-shorts and made my way downstairs. Time to let the games begin!

Ready for My Close-up, Mr. DeMille ++++ "My God Zach, I said SOMEtime! I certainly didn't expect to see you back so soon. Well, come on in. I'm on the phone; just make yourself at home, okay?" I said, clutching my robe to loosely cover my naked upper half.

He followed me into the family room, where I motioned for him to stay. Racing upstairs, I pretended to be on the phone to my girlfriend, Bonnie. I knew he could hear, but only partially see, me from the family room. I picked up the dead phone.

"Okay Bonnie, where were we? Oh yeah, he was... you know," I started, and dropped the robe. "He did what? Are you serious? Oh my God, what did YOU do?" I went on, while slipping into one of my lacy white bras. "I can't believe you let him force you to your knees. God Bonnie, he's like half your age!" Tucking and re-tucking my tanned jugs into the too-tight cups, I stood in front of the mirror to adjust the straps.

Glancing down the open stairwell, I caught sight of Zach's face just turning away. "He made you suck him off? NO; it couldn't have been THAT big! Oh really... you did... God, that's so fucking sexy, Bonnie." I continued, as I stepped into a pair of black pumps. Turning my back to Zach, I pulled over a rather sheer cotton low-necked blouse. "You call me back later, Girl. I've got company. I want to hear ALL about this Baldwin. Oh Zach, he's like 18. Shit, I don't know... probably six foot something. C'mon Bonnie, how would I know THAT!!!" I laughed, reapplying an extra coat of lip gloss.

Young Zach was busy pacing the hardwood by the time I hung up and returned to the family room. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your phone call," he said, letting his eyes scan my change of clothes. 

"Stop saying you're sorry, Zach. You've got nothing to regret... at least not yet," I winked. "Besides, that's just Bonnie, my over-sexed buddy. She has to call every time she gets a new boy-toy."

"Sounds like she likes to have a good time," he surmised, reaching to place his leather portfolio on the coffee table.

"Oh, you heard that? Yeah, she's got herself some sweet young thing. I think she's pretty much full of it. I mean, the things she comes up with," I laughed.

"Oh, by the way, I'll be 19 like next week; and I'm six foot two," he said, to clarify my intentional mistakes.

"Well, then this is an early birthday present for you," I said and leaned in close to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Now, about these candid photos. You've definitely piqued my curiosity. How about something to drink first? Pop, tea, lemonade--whatever you want," I offered.

"I'll have whatever you're having," he answered. I got up and gave him a nice view of my round ass.

"Well, I'm having a beer," I declared glancing back over my shoulder.

"Sounds good to me," he said, like that was the grownup response.

Popping a long neck brew for myself, I opened a Coke for Zach and returned. There's no way I'm getting pinched for serving alcohol to a minor. His quizzical expression changed into a shrug when I handed him the Coke. "Nineteen is such great age to be. So many wonderful new things to see and do, don't ya think?" I leaned over slightly to let my arms squeeze my tits. His shrug eased into a huge smile. Lifting his eyes from my deep cleavage, he happily took the cola.

"Well these aren't so bad. I thought you'd catch me doing something despicable," I snickered at pictures of myself working in the garden. "Now this one is what we call borderline, don't you think?" I asked, viewing a bikini shot of me laying out for a tan. "See how my top is untied?" I suddenly wondered if he had any shots of me in the raw, which I occasionally did to even out my full-body tan.

"I don't see anything wrong. You're covered up and everything," Zach stated, taking a giant gulp.

"These are like two years old! How many years do you have photos, Zach?"

"Well, let's see, it's been four years since we've seen you..." 

"Looks as though you've seen plenty of ME in the last four years! Gosh, look how much bigger my tits are now, since the baby."

"Yeah, I kinda noticed that too," he said, edging closer to me on the couch.

"I'll bet you did," I muttered, as I paged through more 3X5 glossy snapshots.

Since the subject finally reared its ugly head, I opted to press him for answers. "So Zach, has anyone ever discussed what happened at your folks' infamous pool party so many years ago?" 

"Actually, not much has been said. Dad and Mom never mention it. Sis kinda tried to explain it to me a few years ago. She said Mom caught you and Dad kissing in the studio; and that's all I could get out of her. Is that what happened?"

"Yeah, I suppose if you're looking for a strictly literal interpretation," I laughed.

"Well, people tend to tell you what THEY think you should need to know, when you're 16. I had no need to know much more than that back then; that was enough to make me jealous," Zach smiled.

"Jealous of whom?" I returned his smile, and nudged his arm, as we sat side-by-side on the long couch.

"My Dad, of course! I mean geez Barb; you were SO incredibly hot in that white bikini!" He nudged me back.

"And now, I'm what... chopped liver?" I teased, while running my fingers through his shoulder-length blond hair.

"GOD NO! You're... you're like..." he searched for just the right adjectives, as I continued to mess with his hair.

"Yes Zach, go on," I urged, edging one of my melons against his bare arm.

"Ah, you're like the perfect woman," he admitted, facing me directly to deal with his honesty.

"Goodness, what a responsibility! But I think it's more of a fantasy. However, I do appreciate you saying that; what a compliment," I answered, letting my hand fall to massage his shoulder.

"I know this might all seem sudden to you, but I think about you all the time. You were in my dreams all through high school, even to the point that I would miss dates if I knew there was half a chance I might catch a glimpse of you through the fence."

"Zachary Ames, I had NO idea..." I searched his serious expression, while my hand fell to his knee.

"Please, let me finish; there's so much I want to say," he interrupted.

The honest anguish in his eyes and voice took me by surprise. I certainly wasn't expecting any more than a teenager with raging hormones. He was all that, but much more. Whether his near obsession for me was a healthy sexual response from a typical horn dog, or an expression of a deeper need for self-esteem, meant little to me. As he went on describing his feelings of loneliness, despair, and the subsequent fear that those traits can breed, I began to get a clearer sense of what unrequited love really encompasses. 

It wasn't unlike feelings I was currently dealing with regarding my husband. That one, singular need to be wanted by another is such a curse I could never wish that pain on my worst enemy. Furthermore, that particular curse multiplies ten-fold, when your lover looses all attraction to you, or otherwise falls out of love. 

When the boy recalled his feelings at missing out on a summer vacation trip to Europe with his classmates last year, because he didn't want to miss one sunny day, when I would likely be outside tanning or working in the garden; I nearly lost it. Tears streamed down both our faces, as I brought him close for an embrace.