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The Summer

By: myhiddendesire2769



I was looking forward to this summer. I had just graduated high school and I was going to stay with my grandparents down in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania for a few months. When I was younger I'd always go stay with them for the summer, but then my parents got divorced and my father and I moved to California for his job. Money was always tight and we couldn't afford to fly to visit them. We always kept in contact by phone and by letters in the mail. Needless to say, I was ecstatic when my father suggested that I stay with them before I went to college down at Texas A & M. 

Lancaster offered me peace and quiet compared to my hectic city life in Los Angeles. The country side was like a haven for me. I used to love going there. The people are usually friendly and I didn't have to worry about anything at all. My dad was a little worried, but I reassured him that I would be just fine. I could definitely handle traveling alone, since I handle being in LA. He quickly agreed and left me to pack. After packing what seemed like my whole wardrobe, we stuffed my luggage in the back seat of the car and headed off to the airport. 

My carry on had lots of reading material and of course, my iPod. A few snacks also were stashed away for later. Fortunately I was sitting in the back of the plane and there was no one near me. I was quite excited about this because one of the new books I had picked up was a Penthouse Letters book. One of my friends had one of these back home and lent it to me and I was quite intrigued. I was still a virgin at least by my standards. I had only fucked myself with a dildo and only had a little experience with real people, but these books were so detailed and true to life, I couldn't help the feelings that I got when I read them. 

I opened it up and started with the first story. By the time I'd finished the book I was so horny. I shoved the book into my bag and quickly picked it up and went to the restroom. As soon as I had locked the door to the restroom, I unzipped my pants and began to masturbate. My pussy was soaking wet and I reveled in the wetness as I slid two fingers into my tight virginal hole. My other hand began to stimulate my clit and rubbed it at a hurried pace. 

I needed to cum so bad. After a few minutes I began to cum. I moaned softly as my legs quivered and my cum ran down my hand and down my thighs. I lifted my fingers to my mouth and suckled my cum off of them. What I wouldn't give to be fucked with a real cock. Sure masturbating got me off and felt good, but I craved to be fucked. 

I quickly washed my hands and then exited the restroom. I sat back down and put on my iPod and quickly fell asleep. The next thing I knew, I was being woken up by the flight attendant telling me that we'd be landing in a few minutes. I straightened up and put away my things and waited to land. The captain expertly landed the plane with only a few small bumps and we began to exit the plane. I spotted my grandparents waiting by the luggage carousel and ran to greet them. They welcomed me with open arms and bright smiles. We grabbed my bags and headed out to the car. The drive took about thirty minutes and finally we arrived at their home. 

Gramma and Grampa lived on about 10 acres of farmland. It was a functional farm complete with cows and horses and of course pigs. I loved it here. Sure, the manure smell wasn't my favorite, but I didn't mind it so much. It was comforting. The best part of it was that I had my own spot on it. At least I used to. It was on the back edge of the land. There was a small pond and lots of trees nearby. Grampa would also keep it nice and landscaped for me because he knew I loved to go there and just relax. I was looking forward to spending many hours there.

Though the first thing I noticed when we arrived was a really cute Amish boy working in the front yard.

"Who's that?" I asked as I eyed the boy curiously.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? That's Eli Yoder. He's my friend Anna Yoder's son and he's staying with us for the summer. The Yoder's are going to visit friends in Canada and he didn't want to go, so they asked if we could use his help and since your grandfather's accident we told them we could. He's about your age. He's going through his rumspringa (his running around time where normal forbidden things are not forbidden anymore)," Gramma said.

I didn't say anything else, just watched as this boy worked the yard with his well chiseled muscles glistened with sweat flexed in front of me. My libido decided to then pick up and I became increasingly horny. I swallowed and turned my head away. I carried my luggage upstairs to my room and noticed that his room was right next to mine. I spent the next hour unpacking my things and getting everything to my liking. I heard Eli come in the house and get into the shower. After his shower I heard him in his bedroom dressing. Gramma then called us down for supper. As we sat at the table, Gramma introduced us formally. Eli looked at me and smiled shyly and said hello. I smiled back and we began to eat. 

After supper I went back upstairs to lie down. After all my traveling, I was exhausted. As I lay in my bed listening to the crickets chirping and the cicada's song, I heard Eli next door in his bedroom. I heard his bed creak and I got up and went over to the vent that was on the wall and looked to where his light was filtering in. As I peaked through the vent, I saw Eli sitting on the bed with a Playboy magazine in his hands. His eyes were eagerly eating up the images in front of him. Dark lust and desires flitted through his mind and was quite visible in his eyes. 

He then set the magazine aside and he slid his pajama shorts down to his ankles releasing his thick erect member. My god! He had the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life. It was at least 9 inches long and 2.5-3 inches around. His balls were also big and heavy, he was really what you would call well hung. He ran his hand over his engorged shaft while his other hand flipped the pages of his magazine. 

He then stopped flipping through the magazine and grabbed some lotion off of his nightstand and squirted some onto his rigid cock and then took it in both hands and started jerking off quickly. He moaned softly as his hands swept up and down his long rod. His breathing became more erratic and he pumped his hands up and down faster and harder. His body tensed and stiffened as he began to cum. His cock pulsed as jets of cum hit his chest and his all over his belly. After he finished cumming he pulled his shorts off and then he grabbed a towel from his laundry basket and cleaned himself off. He then switched off his light and got into bed.

Watching Eli jerk off turned me on so much. My pussy was drenched and throbbing. I quietly went over to my purse and pulled out my lipstick vibrator and laid down on my bed. I then slid my panties off and began to pleasure myself. I closed my eyes and replayed what I had just seen over and over in my mind. I watched Eli's big strong hands grip his cock and jerk himself off while I vibrated my clit in a furious pace and fingered myself. 

Within a few short minutes, I came. I quietly moaned as my cum ran over my hand and spilled onto the sheets beneath me. I shut off the vibrator then and suckled my cum from it and my fingers. I pulled my panties back on and put my vibrator away and climbed back into bed and fell into a satisfied sleep.

The next morning I woke up to an awful ruckus. I got up and looked out the window to see a bunch of guys working up at the barn. Hammers were pounding and giving me a huge headache. I looked at the clock and it was about 11:30. Holy crap! I couldn't believe Gramma let me sleep so long. I quickly dressed in shorts and a tank top and headed downstairs. 

"Well there's the sleeping beauty," Gramma greeted me as I came into the kitchen.

"Why'd you let me sleep so long," I asked.

"Well I knew you were tired from traveling and I wanted you to get your rest dear," she replied. "Now you're just in time to help me finish getting things ready for the noon meal. The men out there have been working since 6:00 this morning and are bound to be hungry. Everything's about ready, I just need your help carrying it all out to the picnic tables out there."

"Sure Gramma, I can help you," I said with a smile. I really didn't mind helping her out. 

We carried the lunch stuff out and set it all up at the table. Then the hard working men herded over and began to eat away. I watched in amazement as the men gobbled the food and left hardly a crumb. All the while I noticed Eli staring at me as he ate. I caught him once and smiled and he quickly looked away. 

After about an hour they thanked us and went back to work. We cleaned up the mess and after we got the kitchen cleaned up we went to Gramma's back porch and she began to knit. She handed me a few knitting needles and asked me to start a blanket for a baby that was being born in a few weeks. I took the needles and yarn and began knitting. I learned to knit when I was just a young girl. I always enjoyed working with the yarn and I was pretty good at it. 

After working in silence for a while, Gramma began to speak.

"I noticed Eli looking at you during the noon meal. He seemed pretty interested in you dear."

"Gramma! He just smiled at me," I said.

"He is your age dear. And he's in rumspringa. And he's very handsome," she said all the while not losing her rhythm knitting.

"Are you trying to match us up?" I asked eyeing her.

"Well, I was just saying dear. He would be a fine man to be with. He has many fine qualities that are good to have in a man," she replied.

After that, the conversation didn't go any further. After quite a while of knitting, Gramma announced that we should start supper. We worked in a pleasant silence preparing supper. Beef pot roast trimmed with carrots, onions, and potatoes and dinner rolls completed our menu. Homemade apple pie a la mode was what was for dessert. After a while Eli and Grampa both had showered and dressed and were seated at the table when Gramma and I started placing the laden filled dishes on the table. 

I sat across from Eli and we began to eat the delicious meal that Gramma prepared. After the main course, we served dessert. We all had a piece of her homemade pie and ice cream. Then we all sat around the table, full from the meal. 

"I think I might go for a walk," I announced. "It's such a nice evening."

"Why that's a wonderful idea dear. Eli why don't you go along with her," Gramma said as she shooed us out of the kitchen through the back door. 

Eli and I walked in silence listening to the beautiful night song from the creatures of the earth. We walked a long ways out and came to my spot. Grampa had indeed fixed my spot up. I had two beautiful Adirondack chairs with footstools that we had picked up at a garage sale for $50. When we got them they were a bit beat up, but thanks to Grampa's skilled hands, they were good as new. I had helped paint them a bright sky blue. I was quite proud of my handiwork might I add. I sighed a contented sigh as I sat down in one chair and Eli sat in the other.

"I think my Gramma is trying to set us up Eli," I said.

"Jah, I agree with you," he replied. 

"Well what do you think about it," I asked curiously.

"Well um, I don't really know," he stammered. "What do you think about it?" he asked.

"Well, I think it's nice of her to think about me like that. I know she's only doing it because she cares about me and wants me to be happy. But you ARE Amish, even though you are in rumspringa and I'm only going to be here for the summer. I'm going to college in Texas after the summer. But on the other hand...we could have a ton of good fun..." I trailed off. 

I looked over at Eli and he was looking out over the pond. He seemed to be thinking about what I said pretty hard. 

"I like you a lot Bridget. It's true that I am in rumspringa and many of the forbidden things are not forbidden to me in this time. Even though my parents would like me not to do any of them, they will not shun me if I participate in any of them. I'm just very unsure of myself. I have never been with a girl. I don't know what to do or how to do anything at all," he said quietly.

"It's okay Eli. I don't know a lot about anything either. I've only had a few experiences and none of them were that much to talk about. But I have read some things. I have a couple of books that have really taught me a lot," I said into the dark night.

A few moments went by and then Eli spoke again.

"I have these magazines. They show people naked and doing things that are forbidden to us. But I can't help myself. I get them whenever I go to town. And then when I'm alone at night in my room...I...I touch myself. I close my eyes and imagine that I am the man in the pictures. That the girls in the pictures are touching me with their hands and mouths. Then after touching myself for a long while...something happens... white sticky stuff comes out of my penis. I'm so ashamed. It's so forbidden and yet I can't help myself," he said with guilt riddling his voice.

"It's okay Eli," I said assuredly. "It's normal. That's called masturbating. The white stuff that comes out of your penis is called cum and when this happens it's called an orgasm. Everyone does it. Even I do," I said hoping that would make him feel better.

"You do?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes I do and as a matter of fact, I love doing it. It feels so good. Even though it's a little different than how you do it, it produces the same results. I feel really really good afterwards," I replied. "You are not alone. All boys your age do it and even most girls do it to. Don't feel bad about it," I said.

He thought this over for a little while and then told me that he would try very hard not to feel bad about it. After talking about sex and masturbating, I was really horny. My pussy was throbbing and my nipples ached. I looked over at Eli and he was sitting with his eyes closed and I decided to live in the moment. I quietly got up and moved over to him.

"Are you sure you want to do this Eli?" I asked.

"Jah, I'm sure Bridget. I can't help myself. I need this," he replied.

I then proceeded to kiss him. I pressed my lips against his and ran my tongue along the seam of his mouth until he opened it to me and then I delved my tongue into the depths of him and began exploring. My hands cradled his face gently as my tongue explored his mouth. He moaned a little as we began kissing more frantically. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts.

"Like this Eli," I said breathlessly as I guided him into massaging my breasts making my nipples harden into twin peaks. "Ohhh yessss....oh, it feels so good when you do that," I said against his mouth.

While he fondled me, I reached my hands down to rub his hard cock through his pants. He jumped at my touch and then settled down. 

"Does that feel good Eli? Do you like that?" I asked as I rubbed harder.

"Oh, jah Bridget. It feels mighty good. Please...more!" he cried out.

I then began to undo his pants and was pleasantly surprised to find that he did not wear any underwear. When I undid his pants his huge member sprang free from the straining material. I pushed his pants down to his ankles and I began running my hands up and down his thick shaft drawing moans of pleasure from Eli's mouth. I grasped him in my hand and I began to pump my small fist up and down. I started out slow and languidly building up to a faster pace. All the while Eli kept fondling my titties and moaning and speaking in Pennsylvania Dutch. 

"Do you want me to put it in my mouth Eli? Do you want me to suck you and lick you like your magazines show? Tell me Eli. Tell me to suck your cock," I said my voice husky with hot lust.

"Oh Bridget! Jah! Oh jah, suck me! Run your tongue up and down my cock! Suck it like the girls in the magazines please!" he cried out.

I moved down so I was kneeling on the grass in front of Eli and I pressed my mouth to his cockhead. He was so big, I wondered if I would be able to take all of him in. I started by licking him up and down. I ran my tongue all along his thick shaft up and down and then I started sucking him. I started at the tip of his broad head and slowly worked him into my mouth. It took a little while, but I managed to get all of his cock into my mouth and throat. 

I then began to deep throat him. I'd heard about girls deep throating, but I'd never experienced it. I heard that some girls couldn't do it, but I didn't seem to be having a problem. I reached my hand up and fondled his heavy nut sack, rolling his balls in my palm while I sucked him hard.

"Ohhh...Bridget! Oh my! This feels amazing, you are so good at this!" he cried out in pleasure. "I think...I think I'm ready to...to orgasm!" he cried. 

I sucked harder and I felt Eli's hands grabbing my head, driving himself deeper and deeper down my throat and then he began to cum. His body tightened as his cock pulsed and his hot cum shot down my throat. I swallowed what seemed like gallons of his cum and then finally his cock began to soften and I released him.

I sat back, reveling in how salty Eli's cum was and how much I liked the taste of it and I looked up at Eli as he recovered from his orgasm. He didn't speak for a while and we sat listening to the night song. He took a breath and then said, "that was more than I'd ever imagined Bridget. Danki so much."

I smiled and softly replied," your kind words are much appreciated, but there is some other way that you can thank me Eli."

"How?" he inquired.

"Come here to me," I said as I lay down on the soft freshly mown grass.

He laid down next to me and I asked him to kiss me and he did so, just like we did before. I told him to touch me everywhere and he ran his hands all over my body. Shivers of pleasure soared through me and my body tingled as his hands lingered on my breasts and he squeezed them through my tank top. 

"Eli, I want you to pleasure me with your mouth on my pussy. I want you to taste me as I tasted you," I said huskily.

He moved between my legs and I slid my shorts and my panties down to my ankles and I instructed him to kiss it like he would kiss my lips. As he moved into position, I heard him breath heavily. I soon felt his lips tenderly kissing my pussy. His tongue lapped at my sweet hole slowly with long forceful strokes. I moaned as he ate me out. 

"Oh Bridget, you taste so good. Your juice is sweet like nectar," he breathed into my hot sex.

I urged him on, to go faster with his strokes and he eagerly complied. My orgasm was just minutes away. I could feel the tension building and building in my womb. I buried my hands in his hair, holding his head close to my body and I ground my pussy against his mouth. His tongue stabbed me deep and he tongue fucked me, while his hands squeezed my tits, my nipples hardening into tight peaks. I began to cum then. My hips rocketed off the ground as my orgasm swept through my body. 

My juices ran from my body into Eli's open mouth. I stifled a cry as the pleasure burned through my veins like liquid fire. Eli lapped up all of my cum and with a final kiss he stopped eating me out. I pulled him up and kissed him deep and hard tasting myself on his lips. We lay in silence for a long while and then decided to head back to the house. We came back to a dark and silent home for Gramma and Grampa were sleeping. We crept quietly up the stairs and Eli kissed me quickly and we both went into our rooms feeling complete. Needless to say, I fell asleep with no problem. 

The next day I woke and clambered downstairs to find that my grandparents had taken off for the day. She left me a note saying that they wouldn't be back until late this evening. She also said that she left food in the refrigerator for us and for us not to worry about the chores since it was Saturday. How pleasantly pleased I was to find this note. 


The Summer



It was the summer before I turned 19 and I had quite an upswing in my sexual activities!

I still played with Granny from time to time. And I enjoyed the normal 'make out' sessions on dates. But, my youthful growing body wanted much more!

Then suddenly I was invited to visit my rich aunt Eve for several weeks. The way things developed I am sure Granny had talked to her about how much I loved nipples and cunt. And more importantly, how I loved to make even an old lady like her explode with sexual tension!

So, it was decided, since Uncle Wen was away at a medical convention and my cousin Scot was in the army, Grandpa would drive me to their country home for the visit.

It was mid morning when Gramps dropped me off. And my cousin Sue was waiting to take me with her to their tennis club. (She was all of 25 and had a sports car.) So, leaving Aunt Eve at home, Sue and I went off to the club for her tennis lesson. 

During the lesson, I and several older guys sat and watched her tits and short skirt bounce up and down as she chased the ball around the court. It turned out that they had a pool going for the one that guessed closest to the number of times they would see her panties.

When the lesson ended we all gathered and waited for her to come from the locker room. When she appeared, the excited winner waved the cash, collected an excited hug, and squeezed her butt while the rest gathered tightly around them.

Sue laughed and pushed her way thru their pawing fingers explaining she would love to stay but, was 'baby sitting' and had to take me home right away.

As we sped down the road with her hair flying. She was laughing with glee when suddenly she slowed, turned up a wooded, lane and stopped.

She jumped out, grabbed a blanket, ran into a grassy meadow, and squealed, "Come on Billy up here."

She spread the blanket and we sat down. She laughed and said, "Ya know, those guys all wanted to get into my panties. I fooled them! Cause I'm not wearing any!" With that, she pulled her skirt aside and laid back displaying a lovely red bush!

She looked up smiling, "Cum on Billy let's see just what you can do."

I was not shy so I dove in to that kinky red cunt hair nose first. Sue laughed about an eager beaver and said, "Now, take off those damn pants and show your cousin what ya got!" 

I pulled my pants and shorts down and off. She bared her tits and pulled my face into nipple-land. As I worked on her hard tits she lay back, grabbed my prick, and guided it into a very wet pussy.

When I discovered that hot, tight sleeve I understood cock, cunt, and fucking!

I was clumsy but effective. I pounded away and had many cums but kept up my wild pace. I was really enjoying my first fuck and could sense Sue's body convulsing time after time. 

When I tired, I slid out and down to see where I had been. It was very lovely and tasty, so I settled in and cleaned up the area. Sue recovered grabbed the blanket and my pants telling me to bring the shoes and get to the car. As she sped home I got dressed and thought about how great fucking really was!

When we got back to the house I followed her in and dropped into a chair and heard Sue holler, "Grandma was right Mom", as she run up stairs. 

Aunt Eve soon called for me to come to her room where I found her in bed naked with Sue gleefully munching on HER cunt. Aunt Eve looked up at me with contented eyes and said, "Strip boy and get over here." As I got on the bed she grabbed my balls and guided me to sit on her face. She then grabbed my soft pecker and curled her tongue under my nut sack and slowly licked up my crack to my tight ass hole. 

As I adjusted to this sensation her tongue took several more trips back and forth along the same path as she controlled any motion I might make by her tight 'pecker hold'.

Soon my excited ass was twitching each time her tongue got close. And at times, it seemed as if it were reaching out for the next rimming that was to come. Then, it happened! Aunt Eve's pointed tongue slipped into my ass and wiggled around!

When she felt my pecker stiffen even more she told Sue to take it in her lips to sample my cum. Sue was able to catch my first ever oral blast and gave a very tasty report. 

The three of us spent the afternoon and evening trying all the new things we could think of, I must say, Aunt Eve was very creative. 

The first thing Eve tried was to rub my pecker with her feet and between her toes. It drove me so wild, I started sucking her toes and licking her feet. Sue watched for awhile and as I slowly worked my way up to lick the back of Eve's knee. Sue seeing how I made her mother squirm began to lick the other leg. She reached over and slowed my advance, waiting until Eve moaned and pulled her knees to her shoulders thus opening herself for an all out cunt attack. As we reached crotchland devilish Sue gently covered Eve's quivering cunt and signaled to retreat! 

As our oral activities moved down Eve's legs we fought off her griping hands. And, ignored the pleading, "ooooh nooooo cum bck I ne ne ne neeed to ccccu ccccu cum!"

Sue laughed and said, "Hang in there mom. Be strong cuz, it will be."

She then signaled me and started a new upward path. This time, as we 'arrived' Sue again placed her hand on the PULSING cunt, made a fist, yelled, "SURPRISE!!", and pushed in up to her wrist!

Eve arched, spewed cum, and drove it deeper into her body. Sue smiled and said, "Okay Bitch your cervix is open for business."

Sue grabbed a flashlight from the nightstand and pulled partway out. She spread her hand to hold the cunt lips apart and used the light to allow us to examine our 'work'. As we watched Eve came so much she filled to overflow.

I lay at that alter as she sat on my face allowing me to swallow as much as possible!Sue felt that we could use a rest and went to fix some food. 

As soon as she was out of the room my loving aunt reminded me of the rim job she had given me. She laid back, tucked her knees under her elbows, reached down spread her ass, and said, "Now get busy Bill you owe me."

She vocally directed my actions as I was rimming her and running my tongue back and forth through swelling, wet cunt lips from ass to clit. Suddenly, on one swipe I hit her enlarged clit and grabbed with my teeth and chewed away.

She screamed, gushed sweet liquid, and pleaded, "Finger my ass!"

I put one finger in.

"More!"

I jammed three fingers in and twisted back and forth.

She was moaning loudly as Sue walked in with a tray. Sue put the food down, muttered, "SLUT!", Reinserted her fist in aunty's cunt and started pumping.

As she climaxed, I recalled some early failed attempts with Granny and jumped up to easily slid my cock up her ass. 

Her body went wild as neither of us eased up on our actions until she quietly collapsed in a quivering heap. 

Sue took my hand and said, "Lets go and let her sleep." And led me to her room to have a night of gentle screwing. 

And that, was my first day of a sex filled visit. 

During my time there, Sue spread the word and brought many friends home for an afternoon snack. 

I was allowed to do or try anything I wanted using hands feet mouth or nose. But, I had to save my cum for the family's all night versions of the first day. I can honestly say, that with Sue's help, all of her friends left very pleased! 

When I was tired, I taught some of those mid-twenty gals that tit abuse and cunt slapping was a wonderful thing. I wonder what their other friends thought about the bruises? 

There was one friend, Jan, that arrived with her intended, Bob, straight from their engagement party! For her, Sue enlisted Eve's help with what turned out to be a thirty hour party extension. The three of us gave all of our attention to Jan's pleasure. When they left, a naked Jan was draped over Bob's shoulder with cum dripping down the front of his shirt. And with step, she burped a cum bubble in his ear.

It was during that time that I learned about nympomaniacs. And since my 'no cum' rule had been lifted, Sue and I always wondered about the early birth.

Now and then, Eve would invite a club or former PTA member to be eaten by her little 'Billy Boy'. I was delighted to oblige these ladies', some of which had very depraved ideas that I took as free sex education.

There were the three PTA gals that would hold a meeting about a teacher that did not know how to punish their daughters. I learned many ways to bind and paddle! 

Two seemed to love rope tightly wrapped around their tits and have their nipples paddled. The one with no tits would sit a straddle knotted ropes in a doorway and let the rough hemp knot dig her cunt till she would bleed.

There was the very very chunky lady that wore only a tennis skirt. I would crisscross her ass and tits with a racket. And after the hard fought 'game' she would go home to 'daddy' to get soothed with salve. 

Two others would have me fist their cunts at the same time until they came. Then they would lick the other's fist clean. Aunt Eve called them her lesbian wannabes! 

In away, I was sorry to see the summer end. But, the first night home when I heard Granny say, "Come on to my room Billy and show your old granny what you learned at Aunt Eve's", I knew life was good.

I was shocked as I learned the things that Granny would do! That first night, she looked at me and said, "Strip and stand still!"

She tossed a pillow on the floor and dropped to her knees, "I have not had a tummy full of cum in years! Give me all you got!", as she vacuumed my cock.

After I blasted her throat several times she jumped on the bed, spread her legs, pulled her knees up and ordered, "I know you have lots more. Fuck me Billy! Lets see if I can still cum!"

I jumped on and stabbed at my favorite hairy cunt a few times until I finally hit the target. I pounded her pussy for a long time as my balls recovered from her blow job. 

By the time I was ready to unload once again Granny was in a long weak but satisfying cum. 

I rolled off. She smiled, closed her eyes, and said, "That was nice. Time for a nap. Don't go anywhere. I'm not yet done with you tonight..." 

Sigh, "I can't wait to tell the ladies at church!"



The Summer ABCs



Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story includes scenes of graphic sex needed to further the plot, and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. You cannot publish or post this story anywhere else without my permission.

Thanks to Lord Byron for his poetry, and apologies for sullying it in this story.

The length of this story is around 9641 words and takes up 3 pages on Lit. 

Tags used on this story are: Student, swingers, bikini, first time, romantic, seduction, male virgin, masturbation. 

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It was warm that day, spring was definitely gone and the sun was heating the world up. It was Saturday and Bill had only worked a half day. His mom was out with a few of her friends and Bill was laying on top of his bed dozing and daydreaming.

The next door neighbors, Gladys and Roy, were an older retired couple, Roy was puttering somewhere and Gladys was practicing with her saxophone. She and a few friends would get together and play old tunes. 

As Bill lay on his bed he heard the slow notes coming through the open window. They were faint enough not to bother him, but the tune was vaguely familiar and was lulling him into a nap.

In the warm afternoon he lay there thinking about how things seemed to be working out for him, when just five years earlier he felt like his world was crashing down. Back then he was just starting his freshman year in High School. He turned fourteen halfway through the first semester at school and a week after his birthday his parents told him they were getting divorced.

His first thoughts had been selfish back then. He had counted on getting a nice car in two years when he turned 16, now his dad, Ken, was telling him that he was selling his half interest in the car dealership to his partner John. Ken and John were partners in several dealerships across the region, and now Ken was taking over a dealership over in Omaha in exchange for giving John all of the local one.

Bill's mom, Sarah told him that they would sell the house and were going to move into a smaller place. At least he was still going to stay in the same school district. His mom was going to keep her job as a legal secretary.

The move was disruptive, Sarah did as much as she could to keep Bill concentrating on school. It took a couple of years for Bill to appreciate his mom's efforts and accept that there was no-one to really blame in the whole thing. She explained how two people can drift apart, and that's what happened with she and his Dad.

Sarah was very careful not to blame Ken, but Bill assumed that his dad had probably been fooling around with different girls for a while. He had certainly married a woman, Kelly, within a year of the divorce. Bill now had a baby half-sister that he saw for a couple of weeks every summer and every fourth weekend.

Bill's thoughts moved on and he thought about Imogene, how the two of them had virtually grown up together since kindergarten. A few years ago he had been talked into dating her by his mom, how both he and Imogene knew it was a set-up, her being John and Jenny's daughter -- how before the divorce John and Jenny spent so much time with mom and dad. After all dad and John had been partners and saw each other at work, but the families still socialized a lot.

Imogene was a nice girl, a grade ahead of him, but the same age. Back then she didn't mind telling everyone that she had skipped the fifth grade. Bill had a crush on her when they were little, but their few dates during Bill's freshman year in high-school didn't go on past a few pecks on the cheek. 

It didn't help that either Jenny or Sarah always seemed to be there, driving them to a movie, picking them up and driving them home. A few times they had hung out on the weekend. But it was a little forced. Half the time when they went out on their own, riding bikes, Sarah came out of Imogene's parents' house just as he tried for a clumsy kiss at the end of the date. 

His Mom never explained what she had been doing there, not that he ever asked, some instinct told him never to delve into that subject. Not even while she drove him home after stuffing his bike in the trunk of her car. He and Imogene sort of drifted apart, hung out with different people after a while.

Now, a few years later Imogene seemed a lot more friendly, and he had to admit, flirty. She had been attending the University at Ames for the last school year, but came home a lot of weekends. Now she was home for the summer. He had graduated high school and his job at the local lumber yard had gone to full time for the summer. He wanted to save money for his foray into higher education in the fall.

He had to admit that back in high school Imogene's nickname of 'I'm a genius' fit her most of the time. But now she wasn't at all stuck up. She was mostly just friendly and fun. She had been sending him friendly little cards and a few full letters since she went to college and this summer she seemed to be going out of her way to spend time with him.

Well, that wasn't hard, her complexion had cleared up, she had filled out into a very pretty figure, and her face had lost that weird beaky look. His mother had made the comment that her face had finally caught up with her nose. She wouldn't ever be a movie star or a model but she was cute, and she was smart, and fun to talk to. He had put his arm around her last night at the movie and she snuggled right up to him, her hand on his thigh for entire film.

Bill started to get a semi and his hand found its way into his sweats. He thought about how Imogene's breasts had looked, how he had peered down the top of her blouse in the darkness of the theater. How when she snuggled up to him the material seemed to poof out a bit and he could see just that little bit further between her boobs. At least when the scene in the movie was bright.

And no-one came out to interrupt as soon as he started a good night kiss. Especially since they stayed in the cab of his pickup. Yes, his. He hadn't gotten it until he was seventeen, and he had to give his Dad the money he had saved up for a car, but that was so that he wouldn't take the truck for granted, at least that was what his Dad had told him.

It was a much better truck than what he paid for it. After all Dad was still partners in several dealerships, and the owner of one. It was only a year old when he got it, and had four wheel drive for the winters. That big bench seat and huge leg room was nice too.

He thought that Imogene must have been practicing kissing at the University. And she didn't block him when his hand slid along her side and up to her breast. She even moved so that he had better access. And moaned her approval.

As he had suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra. It wasn't long before she lifted his hand off her breast and guided it under her shirt. It was hard to concentrate on feeling her breasts and nipples when her hand was doing such a good job stroking his cock through his slacks. 

She actually had his zipper down and together they were working on his belt when her mother came out the front door and asked if everything was all right. Imogene was panting as she left and told him to be 'ready' the next time they got together. He was frustrated at the interruption, but then sex in a pickup truck wasn't the best way for your first time he guessed.

That was last night, and he had rubbed one out as soon as he got to bed. Now it was Saturday and he was laying on his bed, showered after a half day at the lumber yard and was thinking about masturbating again. Then his Mom came home. He didn't know where she had been but she came right up the stairs and knocked on his door before pushing it open.

"Hi honey, have you got plans for tomorrow?" His mother asked. She seemed a little flushed and glowing with excitement.

"No Mom, are you OK?"

"I'm fine. I just came back from Ken and Jenny's place, they say hello by the way."

"Uh, thanks," Bill was wondering what was going on. His Mom and Dad used to spend all their spare time, seemingly, with Ken and Jenny before the divorce, he guessed that she still got together with Jenny now and again. He didn't keep track of them like he used to.

"How would you like to go to the lake tomorrow?" Sarah sat down on Bill's bed and patted his foot.

"Um, OK, what's the plan?" Bill answered as his Mom flopped down on his bed and rested her head on his thigh, her body at right angles and her legs hanging over the far side of the double bed. Her breasts stood up, supported by her bra he assumed. He automatically checked her out.

"They got a new pontoon boat, last summer, apparently it's got all the bells and whistles, it's huge and even has a small bathroom, uh, head is what Ken called it. And a mini kitchen, galley. Most of it is open, except for the back area with the, uh head, and galley area, but they can rig an awning over the rest. I could use some sun." She laughed when she said it and sat right up.

"Sounds great," Bill answered.

His Mom came around to his side of the bed and turned her back to him.

"Sweetheart can you do the zipper, I want a shower. I got all hot and sweaty over there."

Bill dutifully sat up and reached for her zipper, but first unhooked the latch at the top. As he pulled it down on tab he watched the top of her dress seem to split apart and reveal her back. He saw that only one of the two hooks holding up her bra weren't connected, and the one that was connected, was hooked through the wrong ring. 

She must have been in a hurry to put it on. This wasn't the first time he had noticed something like that. And he knew that she had plenty of time to get dressed this morning since she was up early enough to make him breakfast before he went to work. And she didn't have to work today. Where did she get those scratches?

He never really thought about it, and just filed it away as he had been doing since the divorce when he took over the job of doing up or pulling down the zippers on the back of her dresses. She seemed to make a point of asking hm whenever he was around. 

Maybe he had gotten old enough to think about things, or it was just the sexy mood he had been in before she came in, but he started to wonder if she might have a lover. He was thinking that she would do up her bra properly unless she was in a hurry.

Sarah left her son's room and headed into her own to get a change of clothing. On her way back to the bathroom he called out to her. She stuck her head into his room.

"Mom, did you see Imogene?"

"Oh, yes, I was going to tell you, can you go down to the marina at arrowhead lake? She went down earlier to get the boat cleaned up and to make sure the marina people get it out of it's winter storage and launched. Ken said he was going down as well and could use your help. He said he was going to go by the dealership then swing by here to see if you wanted to go with him."

With that Sarah headed into the bathroom that she and Bill shared. It was a small house with two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs and another bedroom downstairs. She used that as an office and Bill had used to do homework there as well.

Bill pulled his khakis on and had just gotten his shoes tied when he heard Ken's car honk from the driveway, he stuck his head into the bathroom and told his mom that he was leaving. He could see her silhouette through the shower curtain. He watched her for an extra second mentally comparing what he thought her breasts would be like to what he felt of Imogene's last night.

When Ken and Bill got to the marina, they could see that the pontoon boat had just been floated and Imogene was thanking the workers there for getting it out of the winter storage shed and into the water.

"I used to store the old one in the back lot of the dealership, and trailer it out to the public use ramp and put her in every time we used it. But this one's a bit bigger and they have covered storage right here at the marina, it cost's a little more but it's worth it to have it in the water and ready to go whenever we want." Ken explained as they parked.

He saw Imogene wave at them as she went to her car to get pails and mop and cleaning gear. Meanwhile the marina crew were towing the pontoon boat over to the slot assigned to Ken.

By sunset the three of them had dusted, mopped, de-cobwebed and made sure that the chemical toilet worked and the tank was prepared. Ken had shown both Bill and Imogene how and where to fill the fuel tanks and got both the outboards to start up.

They took the boat out for a short shakedown and Bill brought it into the slot on the pier after they have filled up the fuel tanks at the gas dock. He and Imogene tied up and shut things down to Ken's satisfaction.

"Well, I guess you two want to head off in 'Gene's car," Ken said.

"Of course Daddy," answered Imogene with just a hint of exasperation.

They were both a little grungy and sweaty when Imogene pulled up to a lookout above the lake. They watched the sun go down in silence before Imogene spoke.

"Bill, this has been fun the last few weeks together, but where do you see us going?" Imogene said, with just a little worry in her voice.

Bill sighed. Part of him wanted to get out of the car and bend Imogene over the hood and have his way with her. But he knew that wasn't the way to act with her. And he knew it wouldn't work. He chuckled to himself.

"That was kind of an evil sounding laugh, like the villain would use in an old melodrama just before he tried to ravage the heroine." Imogene said.

"Well to tell the truth, I was thinking along those lines, well not seriously, but ...."

"I hope not seriously, and anyway, I'm tired and grungy, but just what were you thinking, in a strictly hypothetical sense that is."

Bill laughed. Surely she wouldn't want to know that he thought.

"You really don't want to know. And you would probably make me walk home and never talk to me again."

"Oooooo, now you've really got me interested, in the hypothetical sense. I have to know, I promise you can't shock me." Imogene almost whispered as she leaned closer to him.

Bill was quiet for a while, but heck, she asked for it.

"I was thinking how you would look naked, on the hood, all spread out."

"Oh, that would be fun, with the warm engine under my bottom, would you just pull me forward enough that you could just stick your cock in while you stand there? Pull me back and forth? Or make me push and pull myself on and off your cock?"

Bills face went red. Imogene could see it in the post sunset afterglow of the day. She smiled to herself, thinking of all the things she had discovered about sex her first year at the University. She didn't think Bill had ever had sex with a girl before. But she smiled to herself imagining him masturbating while thinking of her last night. She wanted to ask him. But then would have to admit that she was thinking of him while she did it herself.

"I, uh, I, uh, hadn't, uh, gone that far." Bill said blushing even more.

"Did you imagine me with a full bush? Or completely shaven? Or a landing strip? Or just my labia shaved?" As she talked Imogene pushed off her sneakers, each pushed off with the toes of the opposite foot. Bill didn't notice. She knew they were both grungy, but suddenly she was hot for him.

She was ready for anything, suddenly turned on even more than last night, and she could tell that Bill, even though nervous, was erect under his slacks. She hadn't felt like it earlier since they were so grungy, but suddenly the thought of doing it out here in the open had her wet.

"Well, I wasn't sure. I guess with a full one, I was thinking that it would be a little darker than your head hair." Bill said, now thinking that they were joking.

"I've got C cup breasts, I know you liked them from last night? Care to take a bet on how long my nipples stick out when I'm excited?

"I, uh." He stopped and looked at her. She winked back at him. She was having fun. He hoped she wasn't making fun of him. Suddenly he thought she was. His face fell. And went completely white. He had been shot down so many times in high-school that he had no confidence.

Imogene saw his face, saw him start to fumble for the latch to open the car door. She remembered him in High School. Just about everyone liked him. But after his parent's divorce he put on a lot of weight and he knew the girls laughed at him about his weight. Especially the cool girls, so did the guys as well. He had some unflattering nicknames. 

She suddenly realized that he didn't know how buff he looked now. Her Mom had told her earlier that he had finally lost a lot of weight the last semester of high school, but the comment Jenny had used was that he acted as if he was unattractive. 

She knew it was easy for her. The summer before College, last summer, her face had cleared up. It seemed to get better every time she fucked a guy. So did her confidence. But she had always been outgoing, while he had been an introvert, always thinking through things.

And in college she fucked a lot. She enjoyed it, she loved it. And now back home she remembered the awkward few dates that the two of them had been coerced into during high school. Her Mom taking pictures of the two of them before going out to a dance, how his Mom would dote on him. 

How they both were forced into it because their parents liked each other. Most of all how Bill had always looked at her with such awe, even when her face looked like a pizza and her nose seemed to stick out like the Matterhorn, he was always mooning over her.

Even before that, when their parents were going to some party or function together, His parents would bring him to her house, or hers to his, and one sitter would look after both of them. They got along fine then, when they were little kids. Even took baths together when they were in kindergarten. Her Mom, had pictures to prove it.

She remembered how she figured out what their parents were doing together that was important to have both of them together, so one house or the other was 'kid free'. He probably never figured it out. His Mom really enjoyed their activities and kept it up for some time after the divorce. She had managed to find out by sneaking out of a sleepover at a friends house once and sneaking into her own home.

But right now she figured that he assumed she was teasing him and that any minute he would find the latch and run. And she didn't want that, because she wasn't teasing, well she was, but he was going to be getting a reward for being a good sport. Oh yes, she had planned a reward for both of them now.

She heard the latch click and reached for the dome light, quickly finding the light and switching it so that it wouldn't come one as the door opened. She got to it in time, just as he spoke.

"OK, I can make it back on my own." He mumbled as he bailed out of the car.

Meanwhile she leaped out her own door and ran around the back of the car in her socks.

She ran to him and crashed into him, wrapped her arms around him.

"No, No, you're not getting away, I'm not teasing you. I'm serious. I shouldn't have been so bold, but you're such a dunce, I thought after last night you would know how much I like you!" She practically ran the words together she said them so fast.

He stood there. Frozen, not moving.

'Yes', she thought to herself, 'like a dunce. The poor sap. He's so damn innocent.' Then she thought as held him tighter, he head turned to the side and tight against his chest, 'Wow, he is really built, he's all muscle. That lumber yard has worked wonders with him.'

She felt him run his hand over her hair, down her back. She shivered with desire. Tonight! She thought to herself, sweat and grunge or not, tonight on the hood of the car.




The Summer ABCs



"Sorry 'Gene, I've been teased a lot the last few years, I thought, well, last night was great, but then, well, you know, if something is too good to be true, then ... well I thought you were making fun of me. Sorry." 

He hugged her, she felt his cock pressing into her. She thought it might be big, but wow, it felt to her like it was going burst through the zipper of his khakis.

He stiffened, seeing some headlights coming up the track to the lookout.

"There's someone coming," he said softly.

"Dammit" she said. "I guess no naked pubic hair comparisons tonight." she quipped.

"It's kind of d-d-d dark anyway," he stuttered nervously, then chuckled, still holding her.

"I really wanted to find out what it was like on the hood," she said as she pulled away.

He walked with her to the driver side of the car, opened her door and closed it for her once she was seated behind the wheel. Then he walked around the front of the car. He stopped there and looking at the approaching lights for a second, he yanked his t-shirt over his head and did a muscle-man pose for her, before running to the passenger door and climbing in.

She leaned over and kissed him before starting the car and pulling out, just as the other car came into view. They passed it in the dusk and kept going. They didn't say anything for the whole trip home. 

She pulled into his driveway, after a quick kiss she told him to meet them at the dock at nine in the morning. They kissed again, then she pulled back.

"You've never been with a girl have you." She said, quietly with a smile.

"No." He looked down.

"I have, and I've been with boys, men, but I've always used protection, and I had a checkup when I got home last month. I'm clean. I'm also on the pill. I won't even kiss another man again, just you. I promise."

He smiled, but he had a puzzled look on his face.

"Why me? I've always liked you, even when we were kids, It was just so darned awkward when our folks set us up, but later, well you were getting popular, and I was, well I was me. So why me now?"

She stared into his eyes for a long time. 'The poor guy needs a shot of confidence,' she thought to herself, 'and I'm not really sure. I just know. Maybe it's not fair to him, but what do I say, the truth sounds so sappy. I guess there's nothing for it.'

She took a deep breath, dropped her eyes and looked at her hands that now rested in her lap.

"It sounds so silly, you'd probably laugh." She started.

He sighed, expecting a 'but', or some other stall. Maybe some sadistic Sorority thing, get a guy all hot and ready then destroy. He wouldn't think Imogene would have done it to him, but who knows.

"No, really, and don't run off again. It just sounds silly," she continued, sensing him tensing up.

"I'm listening." He answered.

"We've known each other since forever, and I've always liked you. And that's important. I know how awkward it was in high school, for both of us. But I've always had a crush on you. I felt so bad for you when your parents split up, I wanted to say something to you, but you were so miserable and didn't seem to pay attention to anything."

"Huh, anything but food, I stuffed it down like a starving wolf." He smiled ruefully.

"Anyway, I've always had a thing for you. Even when I was with others. Yeah, I did enjoy sex at the University. I was away from home for the first time, and I kind of went wild. More than a little wild. Well, not wild, but well, I went out a lot."

"With guys, for sex?" He questioned.

"Yes. But think of it this way, now that one of us has had some experience we know that our first time isn't going to be as miserable as those dates we had in High School." She blushed at the confession of her wild times in college.

"So you've been with a lot of guys?" He clarified.

"Well, several. And before you ask, it wasn't great the first few times, but it was fantastic after that. I mean really really great. Addictive even. You've got to try it." She was enthusiastic, and had been since her first cum with another person.

She worried that he would be put off by her admitting so much about her sex life. She knew her attitude about sex had been influenced by her knowledge of what their parents did. She hoped he would understand and come to understand her motivations. 

"So now you've appointed yourself my sex teacher."He said. He wasn't smiling now, but not frowning.

"Oh, I guess I sounded a little arrogant didn't I. Look, lets be honest. I've always thought you had a thing for me, didn't you? Don't you?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I did. Do." He said, then continued, "But it's kind of a blow to the ego to find out that you assumed I wouldn't have any experience with sex."

"I know, I know, but I'm right aren't I?" She asked with a smile.

"Yeah, you are. But there was a little bit of bull in all that 'researching sex just for us' thing. Admit it." He said.

"Yeah, a little. I just wanted experience. And I didn't think you were going to jump my bones. And I've always loved sex when I'm by myself, so I figured there would be more fun with someone else. And we were never going together or anything. There wasn't any understanding, was there?"

"So what now? We meet up later and jump in bed? That doesn't sound very romantic." He was trying to sound casual. 

He always figured she had been with guys, after all she was such an outgoing person. The thing that really shocked him was her admitting that she masturbated. That was a big turn on, thinking of her doing that.

"No but I just wanted you to know that when the time comes, you don't have to be worried about me turning you down," she said in a mock casual voice, then continued, "when the time comes, we'll both know, and it'll be great."

Bill was turned on, and wanted her to do something, now. Sex, in the car, wild and unrestrained. But he was afraid. Of her parents, of someone seeing, of failure. 

So he took her in his arms. They kissed goodnight, for a long time.

Later that night, with a case of blue balls, Bill went inside and Imogene drove herself home, both counting on a quiet session of self massage once they were alone in bed.

The next day was beautiful. A wonderful dawn, the sun was moving North, not long before the solstice, and the days were getting longer. Bill woke up and heard his Mom in the shower. She had seemed fidgety last night and they both turned in early.

Bill got up as soon as he heard his mother leave the bathroom and took care of his own morning ablutions. They both ate a good breakfast and were just finishing up when the telephone rang. 

Sarah answered it, and although Bill couldn't make out the words he thought she sounded a little down at first, then perked up. She came back into the kitchen as Bill was stacking the plates into the dishwasher.

"Bill, how would you like to be the man of hour, well of the day?" Sarah asked.

"What do you mean Mom?" Bill answered.

"John can't make it today. Jenny and 'Gene still want to go, and want us to go as well. 'Gene convinced John and Jenny that you and she can handle the boat. Are you up to it?"

"Sure, We only planned to go to some cove where there wasn't anyone else and sunbath and grill lunch, so that shouldn't be a problem. Is John sick or anything?" Bill asked.

"No, John's fine, but there's some kind of emergency in one of his dealerships and he had to run over there to take care of things. Jenny says that no matter what they want a repeat next weekend, weather permitting."

"Great, you get the food and stuff, I'll get the charcoal from the garage, and put it in the back of the pickup. I already got the ice chest out last night." Bill said.

"That's was nice. I'll pack it and you be sure to bring towels and sunscreen." Countered Sarah.

As Bill left the kitchen, heading to get the charcoal, the phone rang again. It Imogene, she told him to bring a sleeping bag and extra clothes for himself, and food for the two of them for another day. She asked him to bring his pickup.

Getting the sleeping bag wasn't a problem. He he managed to pack it, and an old backpack filled with some canned food and some water and a camp stove in the large tool box that ran across the front of the pickup bed. His mom didn't notice, or if she did she didn't say anything.

Everything went great. They got out to the marina, loaded all the stuff and helped Imogene get the grill onto the front of the raft-like boat and then secure it so that it didn't fall overboard. Soon the fired up the engines and made their sedate way to a secluded cove.

By mid morning everyone was in their swim suits and having a great time. Bill was surprised at the daring suit his mom wore, and even more so at the miniscule one Jenny had one. Imogene wore a standard bikini that while daring actually covered more than either of their parents' suits.

It was obvious from their skimpy suits that both of the older women shaved. They were also both showing their entire bottoms except for the thin strings that emerged from their butt cracks to join the string waistband.

Bill wore standard boxer swimming trunks. They pulled into the cove and there was no-one in sight. For the rest of the morning the older women lounged on the upper sun deck and soaked up the sun. It looked to Bill as if they were overly familiar with each other as they leisurely applied sunscreen on each other. Sarah in particular seemed to be constantly adding more to Jenny's bottom at every excuse.

Bill and Imogene spent the time making sure the charcoal would be hot coals by the time lunchtime arrived, and spent the time talking quietly in the shade of the open cabin, out of sight of the women upstairs. They also jumped into the cool water several times and raced around the craft. Once taking sneakers with them and got to the shoreline to explore for a few minutes. And steal a few kisses.

The highlight of the morning was when they tried to dive to the bottom of the cove, and 'Gene grabbed Bill's arm and pulled his hand into her bikini bottom, letting him feel her pussy for a few seconds.

Later in the shade that the upper sundeck cast, they lounged in one of the large seats behind the steering console. She sat on Bills lap, both of them damp with lake water and sweat.

"So, hypothetically speaking Bill, how hairy would you guess I am, now that you've had your quick feel," Imogene whispered to him not long after they came up from that memorable dive.

Before he could answer, they both heard a low moan, then a gasp from the sundeck above them. He looked back at 'Imogene's face, then grinned at her.

"I would guess about this much," he quietly said to her as gently pressed her legs a little apart, then with the point of his finger he traced a small rectangle over her suit.

Imogene lay her head against him as she lolled on his lap, thighs sprawled out, then gave a soft moan into his ear.

"Why don't you check to make sure," she breathed.

Bill's heart was racing, and his cock was erect and pointing up and to the side in his trunks. He was afraid the head would stick above the waistband. He forced himself to be bold and took a deep breath. With one hand around her shoulders he used the other to pull on the bow at her hip.

It pulled loose and the front of her bikini separated from the back at that side. He pulled the front loose to look at her. He sighed. She smiled at him and shifted herself so that she was kneeling over him, one knee on either side of him as he sat on the seat. One of her hands cupped the side of his head. She stared deep into his eyes, he stared back, he felt like his whole chest was trembling, his heart was pounding.

He pulled at her bikini bottom, than reached for her top, but she had already untied it at the back and it came loose in his hand. He stared at her breasts. He could see all of her. Her luscious breasts, her thin landing strip, the way her tummy sloped out, then in and down to her pussy.

Her bikini bottom hung by one leg, the front and back lay loose. His cock was pointing right at her pussy. He felt more than saw her hand grasp his cock. She heard him gasp as she took his cock into her hand. It was the perfect size, and hard. She felt his heartbeat through it.

She lowered herself and he felt his cockhead touch her, shoulder her lips aside, but he couldn't take his eyes off her eyes. She smiled as she lowered herself onto him, lower and lower, she felt wet, slippery. He was half way into her and she felt full, it was wider than any of the boys she had before.

He couldn't believe the sensation, a warm slippery living glove, no, it was better than a hand, and it was made to hold him, he was half way in and knew he would cum any second, certainly by the time he was fully in.

She could feel him trembling and she expected him to cum any second. She stayed as she was, leaving half in and half out, waiting to see what he would do. He was panting hard. His eyelids lowered slightly and she felt him push into her another inch.

Bill was ecstatic, already trying to do long division in his head to try to delay his explosion. She felt so tight, so firm, he wanted to touch, squeeze, suck, and nibble on her breasts. 

He pulled back a bit, and slowly pushed forward, gaining another half inch, he did it again, and he was at least three quarters inside her. He didn't want to rush, no matter what his instinct told him, and was just pulling back in preparation for what he was hoping would result in completely filling her.

Imogene was the one trembling now, one hand balancing on Bills shoulders, one part of her mind taking in his muscular physique, the rest of her mind taking in and processing the incredible sensations of his cock as it slowly pushed it's way into her.

She had assumed that she would be able to push herself onto him with no trouble, but that wasn't happening even though she was dripping wet. There wasn't any pain, but he was bigger than anyone else she had been with, not freakishly so, but enough that she felt the effect of his manhood pushing into her like she never had before.

Bill thought it felt like a soft, warm, moist, mitten was enveloping him. A mitten with a hand around it, squeezing him. He was trying to calculate the square root of one hundred twenty five, just so he wouldn't cum immediately.

"Bill, could you bring some more beer up here?" Sarah called loudly from above.

Bill was suddenly aware of the surroundings. They were practically in the open and his and 'Gene's mothers were just a few feet away. He couldn't think what to do. There was the start of a groan as Imogene sat up and he flopped out of her. She stifled it with a hand over his mouth.

"I'll be right up, Bill fell asleep," called Imogene as she quickly pulled up her bottoms and tied her top on. 

Imogene pulled her swimsuit together and got down onto the deck. Bill just lay there, a blank expression on his face, his cock slowly deflating. 'Gene grabbed some beers from the cooler as Jenny called down:

"Could you bring up some water too?"

Imogene jerked her head to indicate to Bill that he should grab some water. He nodded and stood up as he pulled his trunks up. It was soft enough to not show, but still semi. He was still in shock. Completely unexpectedly he had been inside of Imogene, only to have it rudely pulled away. Well, he mentally shrugged, it was further than they had gone before.

Climbing up the short ladder to the upper deck he was treated to the sight of 'Gene's bikini clad bottom as it disappeared over the top. He clumped the litre bottle of water onto the upper deck as soon as he could reach it. His head followed soon after as he climbed up.

He was greeted with a fabulous sight when his head popped up over the deck. He froze on the ladder. He was looking side on to Jenny. She was laying on her tummy, but had propped herself up to look at 'Gene who was was squatting by her head.

Jenny had removed her top, and while he saw nearly everything before he saw it all now as her breasts hung down and just cleared the towel she had been laying on. They were erect and thick and long. He stared.

"Oh, hi Bill, that's so nice of you to bring the water, we didn't want to get dehydrated," Jenny smiled at him and actually lurched up to sit cross-legged on her towel, completely topless. He didn't know where to look, but opted for her face after a quick check of her breasts with her large nipples, then her crotch where the thong bikini had slid to the side revealing her shaved pussy.

He didn't see any tan lines and decided that topless or nude sunbathing was the norm for Jenny. His mom had been laying beside Jenny and she turned, and leaned up on her side all stretched out. She too was topless and her mature breasts sagged sideways toward the deck, equally entrancing.

He noticed that his mothers' nipples were also erect, but not as long as Jenny's, although perhaps thicker. He was torn between wanting to stare, not wanting to stare, and wanting to go back down with Imogene. His body settled for getting erect again.

"Hi honey," Sarah said to her son.

"Uh, hi Mom."

"It's getting kind of late, and we're a little hungry. Would you two mind putting the burgers on the grill?" Jenny said to Bill and 'Gene.

"Sure thing Mom," Jenny said, "you two stay here and we'll take care of everything.

Bill dropped back down, and watched Imogene lower herself down the ladder, enjoying the view. They pulled the hamburger patties that Jenny had prepared along with the cheese to go on top, from the ice chest, and sweet corn from another container.

Going to the grill Imogene opened up the lid and Bill put the corn on the top warming grill after dipping them in water. They held the meat back as it wouldn't take them long to cook.

Imogene and Bill chatted and joked for a while before opening up the grill and putting on the meat. Bill was totally enthralled by Imogene, his quick experience with her completely overshadowed the sight of both Jenny's and his mothers' bare breasts. He was certainly getting an education this summer.

Later on he found that Imogene and Jenny had previously opened up the corn shucks and removed most of the silk, making it a lot easier to shuck the hot corn when they pulled them smoking from the grill. The smoky taste of the corn went perfectly with the burgers.

After the meal they sat around talking about pretty much nothing, or anything. Bill was glad their mothers had put wraps around themselves for the meal. They gradually lapsed into silence.

"Do you guys mind if we go up top and get some sun," asked Imogene.

"No, I think we'll just stay down here and nap, this front part will be in the shade soon," answered Jenny after a quick look at, and nod from, Sarah.

It only took a few minutes and Bill and Sarah were on top, he found some foam mats laying there, looking more like a yoga workout floor rather than the upperworks of a pontoon boat.

They spread their towels and both put on dark glasses to avoid the glare. Before he lay down beside Imogene, bill saw that Jenny and Sarah had opened up one of the built in couches in the front part and turned it into a double bed, they were spreading large beach towels and looked like they were going to nap next to each other.

As Bill lay down he accidentally ended up too close and their hips were touching. He went to move and 'Gene grabbed him, taking his arm she put it on her upper thigh, then snuggled closer.

"Mmm, that's nice," she murmured.

"Yeah," Bill whispered, getting aroused again. 

He was just waiting for another interruption from one or both of their mothers. He lay there, eyes closed behind the dark glasses, the warm sun made him drowsy after the meal, yet it also struck his trunks and seemed to be intent on warming his cock, which started to grow of its own accord. He heard 'Gene moving around again, they laying down again beside him.




The Summer ABCs



"I think we better put some sunscreen on," said Imogene in a quiet voice.

"OK," said Bill as he got up and looked around for the bottle he had seen when they first climbed up. He didn't look at Imogene until he had it in his hand and turned to look. She was grinning at him.

"Ohhhhhh," Bill said in a quiet moan, drifting off at the end.

Imogene was completely naked. Her pert breasts swayed slightly, the narrow strip of hair that seemed to draw his eyes to the top of her pussy seemed perfect. She had larger nipples than he thought. Mentally he compared them with Jenny's.

Bill's swimming trunks were tight, uncomfortably tight. He contorted himself getting them off without standing up, all the time 'Gene's head followed him, her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses.

Neither said anything, Imogene pushed him down so he was cross-legged on the mat, she knelt beside him and kissed him, straightened so that he could explore her breasts, first with his hands, then his lips.

Bill was in heaven, he loved her body, her breasts. They were exquisite, perfectly shaped and the nubs of her nipples seemed to love his lips and the little nips his teeth gave them. He couldn't stop his hands from moving around her body, over her back, her bottom, her hips, into her hair.

She bent and took his cock into her mouth, one hand on the base, the other steadying herself she licked, sucked and engulfed him while her hand pumped him. She tried to take all of him, gagged, and tried again. He pulled her up.

Imogene knew she wanted to be able to take his cock all the way into her throat, but not today, she looked forward to lots of practice. She pumped him with her hand, sucked him in as far as she could and he let go.

Bill stifled a groan, kept it in his throat and squirted into 'Gene's mouth, it felt wonderful, it felt like a lot. He couldn't see clearly, her head was in the way, he knew some was dripping out of her mouth, but she kept sucking as he pumped his semen into her.

Imogene had never experienced a man cumming in her mouth, even though she was prepared, it was more than she expected. It squirted so hard, and so much. She swallowed twice and more oozed out of her mouth and more came out of him.

Bill leaned back on his hands, stifling the urge to thrust with his hips. Eventually he stopped cumming, he felt 'Gene suck more, and then licking him up. She came back up, he leaned forward into her. Her eyes were wide, sunglasses gone, her lips smiled at him, her cheeks seemed puffed a bit.

He knew what to do, something that seemed so kinky he had to do it. He bent forward, his hand behind her head, her eyes got wider as he moved in for a kiss. She opened her mouth to him and he tasted himself on her, her tongue moved and he tasted more, and more. She slurped more cum back into her mouth, then pushed it back into his.

They kissed for a long time and both finally swallowed some of his essence. He felt her hand on his cock again, moving, cupping his balls, and back at his cock the entire time they were kissing.

He looked into her eyes after they stopped kissing.

"That was so wonderful of you to do honey, so brave," whispered 'Gene.

"It was fun, maybe I'm weird, but it was fun," he answered.

More kissing, she kept working on his cock, it had never gone completely soft, and started to come back. He was completely turned on, completely absorbed in what they were doing.

She pulled away from him, then positioned her knees on the pad on either side of his hips, her hand held his cock and she slid onto it once again. This time there was no hesitation. She slid, slowly and steadily onto him.

Bill was blown away, he was completely inside of her, one with her. She grinned at him. He didn't know when he had lost the sunglasses, but he was starting into her eyes as he quickly found the rhythm to move into her as she pushed down onto him, and back as she pulled up.

It felt like nothing he had ever done before. Once he had imagined it would be something like when he closed his fist around his cock on lonely nights by himself. It was nothing like that. It felt so good, so juicy, so slippery, so tight, so firm, so, so, so, so ....

He saw her eyes widen, then squint, he felt even more pressure squeezing him, she pushed down, her finger that sometimes touched the base of his cock and he assumed was touching her at the same time seemed in constant motion, was now moving furiously

Without warning he shot again, and again it seemed to go on forever. For one brief second it seemed like she was shooting into him. He wasn't sure if he was penetrating him or he into her. They were one. Her hand on his shoulder squeezed and her head lunged forward onto his shoulder. She went lax against him.

They sprawled onto their towels still entangled. He saw her eyes relax and close, a cloud blotted out the sun and she slept. He couldn't keep his eyes open. He thought he heard muffled cries of passion from a dream or the deck below, he slept on.

He woke when a few raindrops splattered against him. He carefully disentangled himself and stood up. There were a lot of clouds, and he could see areas of rain hitting further to the east. It seemed to be clearing in the west and that was where the clouds where coming from. He decided whatever weather there was, had passed on to the East.

He looked over onto the forward deck below, somehow he wasn't surprised to see his mother and Jenny completely naked and cuddled up together. A few things started making sense to him.

He turned to look at Imogene and she smiled up at him, holding her arms out. He lay down with her and they dozed again. He didn't know for how long.

"Hey sleepy heads, time to get up!" Called Jenny from below.

The two on top jumped guiltily then laughed as they scrambled to get their clothes on. It was late afternoon when they took the boat back to the dock. Jenny and Sarah didn't seem surprised when Imogene told them that she and Bill were going to spend the night aboard.

But first they docked the boat and drove home to where Bill lived with his mother. Sarah had gone home with Jenny. As Bill and Imogene showered together Jenny told him that Sarah had been lovers with Jenny for years, and with John also.

"Bill, did you ever wonder why when we were little we were at one house or another together, with one babysitter?"

"No, I just figured it was for economy reasons," Bill answered as he soaped Imogene's breasts.

"They were swingers, both of our parents, with each other. And after your father moved out it was just Sarah, sometimes they found someone else, another man but always with Sarah."

"Oh," Bill said as he continued to make sure 'Gene's breast were fully clean, he concentrated on her nipples for a while.

Bill figured it would sink in later, but right now it didn't matter to him as much as Imogene did. They talked about staying at the house, but finally decided to go back out to the boat.

Dusk found them at the small cove again. It was getting dark and the first stars were coming out. The sky was slowly working its way through the various stages of deepening blue, accented with a few puff ball clouds. 

"I think the moon will be up in a couple of hours, it's only a couple of days from being full, so there'll be plenty of light," commented Bill.

Stars abounded this far from the small town they lived in. The low hills and bluffs around the lake isolated them from anyone else, even the last fisherman had disappeared around the last bend, and they were alone within the protecting arms of the tiny cove.

As Bill idled the engines, 'Gene tossed and secured first one anchor, then the second from the stern. Bill killed the engines. It wasn't silent, But it was quiet. The tiny breeze driven wavelets slapped and echoed against the aluminium pontoons, and they could hear bird calls from the shore.

Without any talking they arranged the large air mattress and put the sleeping bags, opened up, one on the bottom and one above, up on the upper sundeck. They brushed their teeth and cleaned up by the light of a lantern. Imogene gave Bill a quick kiss to his cheek then blew out the lantern.

Bill watched as she went about the boat in the dark, checking the anchor lines, making sure they had flashlights and a canteen up top for them. He kept remembering the line from a poem he had heard, 'She walks in Beauty, Like the night', as she moved in the dim light.

Bill was still on the main deck when he heard a giggle. He saw her panties fly through the air to fall on deck, followed by her bra. It was completely dark, the breeze still flowed from the prairie over them. He climbed up the ladder and stood on the sundeck, looking around.

In the distance to the North he could see flashes of lighting that revealed portions of bulging clouds with each explosion. It was too far away to hear the thunder. The sky was clear to the west, and a faint glow was coming from the east letting them know the moon was just under the horizon.

"Whatcha lookin' at baby," 'Gene said in a low voice.

"A T-storm up in Minnesota somewhere."

"Come to bed Bill, you must be getting cold." 

Bill was nervous but he was completely erect as he peeled off his cargo shorts and underwear, and lay down beside 'Gene. She was a little nervous herself, wanting to make this first night together as good for both of them as possible.

In the distance a coyote yipped a few times, then chorus started, seemingly right next to them, or a mile away. The sounds of the night surrounded them as they held each other, and became one again.

xxxxxx

Many years later Bill looked out the window at the shadows of the bare oak branches on the snow covered lawn. The wind gusted and rattled the storm door downstairs, as the full winter moon lit the night up.

"What's the matter honey?" asked Imogene from their bed.

"I heard a noise downstairs, maybe one of the little ones," answered Bill.

"Probably sneaking around so they can see Santa when he comes," murmured his wife.

"Well, it's our children's responsibility now, I think I like being a grandparent better than being a parent." Bill answered.

"Yes, it is. Remember when we had to wait for the twins to fall asleep before we could put the presents under the tree?"

"I sure do, you usually fell asleep and I had to wake you up." Bill quipped.

"That's a lie old man, an out and out lie," was her answer. He could hear the smile in her words.

They were quiet a moment, then Bill stiffened, and looked out the window again.

"What is it?"

"I thought I heard coyotes,"

"You old fool, we're in town," she laughed. 

"I better make another check through the house," Bill said.

"Come to bed Bill, you must be getting cold." Imogene said. Not for the first time when she looked at him she remembered a line of poetry, 'A heart whose love is innocent,' thinking that even after all these years a part of Bill was still young and unspoiled.

Bill was erect as he made his way to bed, Imogene pulled open the covers and held out her arms to welcome him, impatient to join with him once again.

The End.



The Summer Associate



The summer started out normally enough, I guess. I had just finished my second year of law school at Penn, and was lucky enough to secure a prestigious Summer Associate position at a Chicago law firm. At first I thought about finding a summer sublet for the ten weeks I would be in the Windy City, but in the end I decided that I would stay with my Aunt Paula and her family. It wasn't the most glamorous plan, but it would definitely save me money and the living arrangements themselves were actually probably nicer than anything I could have afforded on my own. 

Paula, my mom's younger sister, lived with her husband Gary and their three daughters in the heart of Lincoln Park. Their house had an open-plan living room, dining room, and kitchen on the main floor; two bedrooms upstairs for Gary and Paula as well as their youngest daughter, Eve, who was around ten; and two more bedrooms in the finished basement for their older daughters. Melissa — or Missy, as most of us called her — graduated from high school a week before I arrived; her older sister, Kim, was spending her last summer of college bumming around Europe with friends, leaving me her room. There was a large hangout room downstairs with a large flat-screen TV and some overstuffed sofas, and our own bathroom. 

As excited as I was about the job, I was also excited to spend the summer with my younger cousins, whom I hadn't seen since the last big family reunion five years ago (I wouldn't see Kim at all while I was in Chicago, but since she was studying at Bryn Mawr we saw each other pretty regularly in Philly). I figured a lot had changed, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw when Missy got home from her job as a counselor at a day camp. 

The last time I saw her, Missy was suffering the worst of being thirteen years old: pimples, braces, bad hair — really bad hair, and an awkward body that was not quite a woman's but definitely no longer a girl's. I distinctly remember my deep sense of pity for what her life must have been like at the time, so when the door opened and a tanned, smiling, nicely-proportioned beauty breezed in, it took me a moment to recognize her. Missy's light-brown hair was just a little wavy and fell loosely around her shoulders; her green eyes sparkled as she smiled. It was hard to see her exact figure beneath the bright green t-shirt with the name of the camp written across the chest, but it seemed like she had filled out decently. Her legs, muscular and toned, extended down from her shorts. She had grown to 5'7", just a bit shorter than me. 

"Jake!" she squealed when she saw me, running over to give me a big hug. "It's so great to have you here! We're going to have the best summer!" 

I laughed. "You do realize I'm going to be working all the time, right?" 

Missy made an exaggerated pout. "Weekends?" 

I shrugged. "Who knows? I might end up sleeping under my desk!" 

Now Missy laughed, and we headed into the kitchen to catch up over snacks. 

***** 

There's not a lot to report after that first day — my expectations were all too accurate, and I found that my regular schedule involved getting home well past midnight, throwing my clothes over the back of Kim's desk chair, and collapsing in bed for a few hours before dragging myself out of bed, into the shower, and back to the office. 

Still, I managed to find time for family. Gary, Paula, and Eve I saw mostly on the weekends — Sunday brunch, barbecues, that kind of thing — but usually once or twice a week Missy was still awake when I got home at night and we'd sit on the basement couches or in one of our rooms and catch up. As late night conversations will, things got personal, so I wasn't surprised when, a few weeks after I moved in, Missy was waiting up for me when I got home. 

"Hey, kid," I said with a smile, setting down my bag and shedding my tie and suit jacket. "What's happening?" 

"I wanted your advice on something," Missy replied. 

I flopped down on the far side of the couch. "Shoot." 

"There's this guy, one of the other counselors at the day camp. He's a couple of years older — a sophomore at DePaul — and he asked me to go with him to a party on Friday night." 

"So far, so good..." 

"That's just the thing — I'm not sure if I want to go." 

"Like not sure if you want to go at all? Not sure you want to go with him? Or you want to go out with him, but not to this party?" 

"Like not sure what I'm not sure about. He's a nice enough guy, and good looking, but I don't know if I really want to hook up with him." 

"So don't. Or do you think that's his expectation in bringing you to the party?" 

"I'm not sure about that either. I wasn't like Kim in high school, I didn't really date much at all and I don't have a lot of confidence around this stuff." 

"Have you done this kind of thing before?" I asked. 

"Which kind of thing? Go with a guy to a party? Or hook up?" 

"Either?" 

"I didn't go to a lot of parties. Not my thing, I'd rather stay in with some girlfriends and a movie. And I didn't hook up so much, either, which is probably all related." I nodded. 

"I had kissed a few boys," Missy continued, "At smaller get-togethers — not ones you would call 'parties,' just a few kids in someone's basement for the evening. I let one or two feel me up, but the only time anything really happened was after prom, when I blew my prom date in the limo." 

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "A boyfriend?" 

Missy sighed. "No boyfriends for me. Just a guy from class, Kevin. We were sort of in the same circle of friends and he asked me out, and he had a reputation for being a nice guy so I figured, why not? He was good friends with my friend Jessica's boyfriend Max, so we ended up sharing the limo with them and our other friend Anna and her date, some guy from a different school none of us knew. Anyway we had this limo, and it was like a flat rate for the night, and we didn't really have anywhere to go — some of the kids had hotel suites but there was NO way my mom was going to allow that." 

I nodded, knowing how Aunt Paula could be. 

"I think she would have flipped her shit if I had even gone to someone else's suite," Missy continued, "And Anna's parents are also really strict, which is kind of ironic because she's a really big slut despite how psycho they are about keeping tabs on her." 

Missy stretched out her legs and went on with the story. "So basically we just told the driver to take us around the city, nowhere in particular, and we put up the privacy screen and there we are in the back of the limo and Anna is all over her date — we had all pre-partied pretty hard, but knowing her she probably also dropped some E — they're kissing, and groping, and we're all sort of sitting there, watching but not wanting to look like we're watching, and not really sure what to do. So Jessica reaches into her purse and takes out a joint, lights it, and takes a drag. She passes it to me and immediately kisses Max, exhaling her whole hit into his mouth. I'm definitely nervous so I also take a big hit on the joint, and then I take another one and I figure I should just relax and follow the other girls' lead, since they were the more experienced ones. Which was probably a mistake in retrospect, but between the booze and the weed and it was like 2 a.m. already, I wasn't thinking so clearly. 

"So now this joint is going around — Anna stops humping her guy long enough for them to get some weed too — and Jessica and Max are getting making out pretty intensely, so I start kissing Kevin, and he's feeling my boobs through my dress and honestly I still feel pretty awkward about fooling around with all these other people there, even though the lights are way dim, but at this point to stop would be worse — because what are we going to do, just sit there and make conversation while everyone else is messing around? Get out and take a cab home? So when Kevin slides his hands up my legs and under my dress, I just let him do it." 

"Did you want him to be doing that?" I asked. 

"I don't know," Missy answered honestly after a brief pause. "I mean, I don't think I would have asked for it, but once he started touching my..." She cleared her throat. "Once he started rubbing me down there, I certainly didn't mind how it felt. 

"Then he starts kissing my neck and the tops of my breasts (and I'm a little mortified because I'm all sweaty from dancing), while he's doing that I can get a look over at the others and I almost freaked out — Anna's dress is crumpled on the floor, her underwear is on the seat next to her, and she is full on having sex with this guy, who's still wearing his tux, right there in the car across from me, and her boobs (she has really big boobs, like 38Es) are bouncing up and down inside her black lace bra, which is literally the only stitch of clothing she has on now. Her back is to him like she's sitting on his lap and she is completely shaven so I can see his thing going in and out of her as she bounces up and down on him." 

I shifted slightly and tried to discreetly adjust my pants; Missy's story had given me a half-chubby. Spying a blanket folded over the back of the couch, I grabbed it and spread it across my lap to head off any further embarrassment. 

"Meanwhile Jessica has Max's pants open with his junk out and she's moving her hands all over it while she keeps kissing him, so I decide that the best thing for me is to follow her lead, figuring that she might be going farther than I thought I was willing to go, but at least she won't go as far as Anna. So I reach down and unzip Max's pants, and try to fish his stuff out through the fly. But it's not so easy!" 

I laughed. "No, not always." 

Missy laughed too. "Anyway, he says, 'Let me help you' —" 

"How gentlemanly of him," I quipped. 

Missy laughed again, "Right, so he opens his belt and pants and sort of scoots them down around his thighs, and there's his stuff, right there in front of me." 

"Had you ever done that with a guy before?" 

"No! I hadn't even seen pictures, except for what's in the Health textbooks, and that doesn't exactly capture the essence of the real deal. But I definitely can't stop now, so I reach out and grab it with my hand — I mean, I really have no clue what I'm supposed to do now — and it starts to get harder and thicker. Kevin is still rubbing my panties and that feels good for sure, and between what I saw Jessica doing with her hands and seeing Anna doing what she was doing I have a pretty good idea of what I should do for Kevin so I start stroking him. 

"He's not looking at me so I follow his gaze and see that Anna is now on the seat on her hands and knees, fully naked, and her guy has ditched his pants and is doing her hard from behind, her massive boobs are swinging all around. She's propping herself up with one hand and the other is reaching back under her, it looks like she's masturbating. I'm really turned on at this point and I look at Jessica and I see that Max is also watching the show that Anna is putting on, but Jessica is down on her knees in front of him, bobbing her head up and down on Max's penis. And I'm still thinking that I'll just keep doing what Jessica does, so I also get down on the floor, eye level with Kevin's penis, but I sort of shift to the side so I can keep an eye on Anna. 

"I really think it might be the worst blowjob anyone has ever given," Missy said, blushing. "I think I heard Kevin wince a few times. I had no idea what I was doing except that it seemed from the others like I was supposed to go up and down on it, and maybe use my hands also. At least it didn't last very long — after a few minutes Anna's guy started grunting harder and she suddenly pulled away and turned toward him, sitting back on her heels on the floor and pushing her breasts together in front of him. He grabbed his own shaft and started stroking it, three or four times and then with a loud groan he came all over Anna's neck, chest, and face." 

I glance down and I can see Missy's nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her nightshirt. Thank God I put the blanket in my lap, I thought, as I considered my own rock-hard erection. What a fucking crazy story! 

"The other guys take one look at this and they're done. Jessica must have known what to expect when Max started to moan, but I was totally caught off-guard. Kevin came right in my mouth and I gagged, spitting it back all over his lap. A little bit hit my cheek and then I grabbed his penis and pushed it away. I instinctively kept stroking him and he shot three more times, up and all over his tuxedo shirt and jacket." 

"Oh fuck!" I laughed. "Imagine explaining that when you return the rental!" 

Missy blushed deeper. "Shut up, Jake! I was so mortified, Kevin was in my US History class and I ditched for like two weeks after prom because I was so embarrassed to see him." 

"Sorry," I said with a smile, even though we both knew I wasn't. 

"So I really don't know if I'm up for that again." 

"Although," I said tentatively, "You could potentially go to the party and not blow your date..." 

"But isn't that what he's expecting?" 

"Not necessarily — I mean, some guys would, but a lot of guys wouldn't. You need to figure out what kind of guy he's like. Unless you're just not into him, in which case you can just decline." 

"Thanks, Jake," Missy said, standing. "Your advice is always so helpful. I'm glad you're here this summer." Missy started walking toward her room and then turned back. "Sweet dreams," she called, blowing me a kiss. 

***** 

I don't know if Missy ended up deciding to go to the party on Friday night or not — for my part, I barely made it home before sunrise on Saturday morning that week. It had been a particularly rough week for the group I was assigned to at the firm, and the lead partner left one of the associates, Emily, with his credit card and told her to take the "summers" out and show us a good time. 

Emily and I had been working in the same group all summer, but I knew very little about her. She was all business — not in a mean way, but she definitely didn't invite small-talk. She was a first-rate lawyer, but I could tell something was off about her socially around the firm — the other women kept a discreet but noticeable distance from her; the male associates seemed a little off-balance when she was around them at social functions; and the summer associates seemed to flock to her. Whenever there was a large group at a bar, you would see her lavishing her attention on one of the male summers; but I never heard any talk about whether she was dating, or whom. 

That night started out more or less like every other night where the associates entertained us (and there were many of those nights), but at some point — I can't say exactly how it happened, we were already drinking pretty heavily before dinner — the five of us, two associates and three summer associates, ended up at a strip club. 

I was frankly a little nervous about the whole thing, partly because I'm not the kind of guy who goes to strip clubs in the first place, partly because these were co-workers, and on top of that because there were two women in the group, Emily and one of the summer associates, and I was sure being in a mixed group would just make things awkward. As it turns out, I needn't have worried: that night, I learned that the kind of woman who thinks it's fun to go to a strip club is liable to get way crazier with the dancers than a man could ever get away with. 

We ended up in a private room with two or three dancers — remember, none of us were footing the bill for this — and the ladies were getting the lion's share of the lap dances. Not that any of the guys cared; if you think a lap dance is hot, you should try sitting next to or across from a woman in a business suit getting a lap dance. Emily, in particular, was really out of control. She was petite, at least part Japanese, and about half a foot shorter than me. Her hair, which had been held up with a variety of pins and clips, had long ago fallen out and stretched well past her shoulders. She had surprisingly wide hips for an Asian girl, and the swell of her chest looked like a large b-cup. At first she was just dancing with the girls at the club, but as the night went on (and she drank more) she started really getting wild with them, kissing their necks, pulling on their nipples, swatting their bare asses, rubbing her own tits on their faces and bodies. Like I said, stuff guys could never get away with. 

The dancers got really into it also — at one point two of the girls sat on a bench seat and stretched each of us in turn over their laps, face buried in one of the dancers' thong-clad crotch, while the third one spanked us. I have no idea how long we were there, and I don't even want to think about what the tab came out to, but by 4am I managed to get myself into a cab and mumble my address (although it's entirely possible that, at first, I gave the cabbie my address in Philadelphia — thank God he asked me if I was sure before he put the meter on). 

I managed to wake up by noon, with a brutal hangover and a boner as hard as Aunt Paula's granite countertops. After verifying that the floor was, in fact, down, and the ceiling up, I pulled on a robe and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I turned the shower water on mostly hot and poured a cup of cold water from the sink. Sipping the water slowly, I considered the sorry state of my appearance in the mirror. Nothing a shower, eggs, and coffee won't fix. I slipped out of the robe and into the shower. 

As I washed my body, I let my soapy hand drift down to my cock. After all the craziness of the night before, I needed some relief. 

I sat down on the inner lip of the tub and started stroking my meat, coaxing it to its full size. Closing my eyes, my mind turned to Laxmi, one of the secretaries at the office. She had medium brown skin, dark black hair cut to chin length, and long, thin legs. Once I passed by her in a workroom while she was up on a ladder putting a box away, and I could even see fine black hairs growing on her leg above her socks. She looked to be pretty flat-chested, but in my mind that meant that her dark nipples were full and puffy, hardening to little brown points when I grazed my fingertips over them. In my fantasy, Laxmi knelt down in front of me in a gray pencil skirt and light-blue oxford shirt. She had four or five buttons open on her shirt, no bra, and from above her I could see down to her small mounds capped with those succulent puffy nips. Hooking her thin, straight hair behind her ear, she leaned down to kiss the head of my cock. The contrast between my pale white man-flesh and her nut-brown cheek fueled my desire to feel her mouth around me. 

Laxmi leaned toward me, her lips parting in anticipation of my dick sliding between them, when Missy burst through the bathroom door. 

"In here!" I shouted. How much could she see past the curtain? 

"I know I know I know but I really can't hold it and I'm not going to make it upstairs," she said as she made a beeline for the toilet. 

I really wasn't sure what to do — I definitely didn't want to jack off with my cousin sitting right there, but I knew I was going to end up with blue balls if I let myself get soft again. The Laxmi fantasy was a lost cause. Slowly, hoping my movements wouldn't be noticed, I pulled on my balls and gently ran my hand up and down my shaft, trying — subtly — to maintain position without giving away what I was doing. The shower curtain was the kind that is fuzzy-clear, which is nice when you want lots of light in the shower but super awkward when your cousin walks in on you beating your meat. The toilet was along the same wall as the shower, in a small nook, but I could see the top of Missy's head in the mirror which meant she could see me if she looked up. I was at a loss for how I might explain why I was sitting down, but I was also afraid to stand in case my junk would be on full display. 




The Summer Associate



Over the running water, I heard Missy peeing in the toilet, and then a small fart. "Sorry," Missy giggled. 

"Can you just get out?" I asked again, exasperated. 

I heard her tear some toilet paper, and caught a glimpse in the mirror as she stood and pulled her shorts back up. I thought I might have seen a flash of dark pubes through the blurry curtain, and my cock swelled slightly. Quickly, I stood and turned around so Missy couldn't see my throbbing member. 

"Bye, Jakey," she called in a sing-song voice as she left the bathroom. 

As I heard the door click shut, my hand immediately returned to stroking. I tried to summon back my Laxmi fantasy, but my mind kept flashing between Missy, standing up from the toilet, her thick, muscular legs leading up to a full patch of dark hair, and the story she had told me the week before about her prom sort-of threesome. I desperately wanted to get her out of my head — what kind of sicko jacks off imagining his cousin naked or blowing some dude in a limo? — but the very wrongness of it only drove my lust harder. With a sudden rush of light-headedness, I shot my wad all over the shower wall. 

***** 

To this day I still don't know what, if anything, Missy saw that morning, but I have my suspicions. Either way things kept getting weirder. A week or two after the shower incident, I was (once more) out at a bar with a mixed group of summer and full-time lawyers, and found myself the target of the very same same Emily from my night at the strip club. 

Over the weeks I had seen how, each time we went out, she seemed to pick a different summer associate and lavish her attentions on him. She didn't seem ever to go back to the same guy, and I never heard if anyone had managed to hook up with her. For my part, I figured there was no chance this was going to go anywhere since I couldn't really take her home with me. But still, why spoil the fun? There's a hot chick who wants to hang out, and as the evening progresses she's standing closer and closer, amping up the flirtation. So I kept at her over the course of the night, returning the flirtation and trying to see where I could get with her. 

Around midnight the crowd started to thin out and Emily pulled me around to the far side of the bar, away from our co-workers. Pulling me down toward her, she kissed me hard. Her mouth tasted like vodka as she sucked on my tongue. Releasing me, she said, "Take me back to your place." 

Shit. "I... can't," I started. 

Emily gave me an incredulous look. 

"I live with my aunt and uncle," I tried to explain. 

"And they wait up for you to come home, checking curfew?" Emily was practically taunting me. 

"No, it's just— " 

"Do you have your own key?" 

"Yes, but— " 

"So your problem is..." 

This is the point at which a little angel appears on my shoulder and starts lecturing me not to abuse my aunt's hospitality while a little devil on the other shoulder is helping me imagine plowing my cock into Emily's tight little pussy. 

Needless to say, the devil succeeded in getting us out the door and into a cab headed for Lincoln Park. As soon as the cab started moving, Emily put her back to the door and hiked up her skirt. Her black stockings were just thigh-high, and she slid her panties down and off her feet. Smiling at me, she braced one foot against my leg and began rubbing her clit and running her fingers across her pussy lips. My eyes were glued to the half-inch-wide strip of curly black hair above her mound, her pale pink lips glistening as the streetlights flickered by. The whole time she kept her small, black, almond-shaped eyes fixed on me. The smell was now unmistakable throughout the cab, and I had to wonder what the driver was thinking about all of this. 

"We're almost there," I whispered to Emily, who sat back up and straightened out her skirt. As the cab pulled up I reached for my wallet but Emily just shook her head and pulled a $20 bill from her purse. She motioned for me to open the door, and as I slid out I heard her say to the driver, "Keep the change," as she passed him the twenty and her damp panties. Best fare of the night, I thought. 

I walked Emily around the side to the basement door and we went inside. To my relief, the basement was dark and quiet; if Missy was home, she was long asleep. I brought Emily to my room, which was really Kim's, hoping that if we kept the lights off she wouldn't notice the boy-band posters, fashion-magazine pages, and other trappings of a teenage girl's room. I needn't have worried so much, though, because as soon as we got into the room it became clear that Emily had one thing and one thing only on her mind. She practically tore my clothes off of me as she pushed me back down on the bed. Dropping her clothes to the floor, she climbed all the way up my body until her thighs were around my head. 

Lowering down, she growled, "Eat my pussy." I was more than happy to oblige, dragging my tongue across the length of her slit. As I tasted her musky nectar she bent forward, bringing her clit in line with my mouth, and I went at it with gusto. As Emily's moans got deeper, I reached up to run my hands across her smooth skin. I slid them to the front, cupping her b-cup breasts and tweaking the nipples, then brought them around back and spread her ass cheeks wide. 

After a good ten minutes, Emily lifted a leg over me and sat to one side. She reached down toward my cock and found all six inches of it as hard as ever (there are definitely advantages to being 25). Still holding my shaft, she straddled me again and put the head right at the entrance to her love tunnel. She circled her hips for a bit, wetting the tip of my cock, then pressed it against her clit and slid up and down the length of it, coating me with her slick juices. Positioning me back at her entrance again, she pressed down and in a single firm thrust took my entire length into her. Emily ground her clitoris against my pubic bone for a few moments and then, slowly, started riding my dick. 

It was right around then that I thought I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. Looking over, I saw the the door to my room was open about two inches and I couldn't help wondering, Did we forget to close the door? Or did someone just push it open slightly? A little light was filtering in the windows, but I couldn't see far enough into the hallway to know if someone was watching. Someone. Missy. If anyone was there, it had to be her. 

Emily was bouncing harder now, and I reached around behind her and slapped her hard on the ass. I was surprised by how loud it sounded and started to worry that I had hit her too hard, that she would be upset, when she moaned, "Yeah," and started pumping harder. Right, this is the girl who started all the spanking at the strip club. I grabbed each of her butt cheeks and spread them apart; if Missy was where I thought she was, she would be able to see Emily's brown hole puckering and the shaft of my cock gliding in and out of her swollen pussy. I grazed her anal opening with a fingertip and Emily hissed, arching her back. So she likes anal play... 

The next time Emily's stroke took her up, I slid my hands under her and lifted her all the way off of me. Pushing my fingers into her dripping snatch, I slathered her girl goo all across her ass crack and then pushed her back down on my shaft. Holding her all the way down onto me, I spread her ass again and pressed both of my lubed-up index fingers against her now-slippery butthole. Emily moaned and started grinding against me as I pressed both fingers into her back door. I kept pushing until I had the first knuckle of each finger solidly past her sphincter. As Emily started to stroke her pussy on my cock again, I slowly hooked my fingers and pulled them apart, stretching her asshole open. 

"Yes," she groaned, "Oh fuck yes. Fuck yes, oh, fuck, yes." 

I was panting too as Emily's tight little pussy clamped around my dick. I hadn't gotten laid in months and this crazy minx was definitely making it worth the wait. She was practically pounding me, ramming my cock into her over and over again as I spread her ass open. Sliding a hand between us, she started vigorously rubbing her fingers across her clit. She sat up a little as her other hand reached back for my balls, tugging them forcefully away from my body. I pulled a little harder against her anus and it gaped so my fingers were maybe an inch apart and then she came, whimpering in what seemed like an attempt not to scream. 

"I'm going to come!" I called out in a whisper, and Emily doubled her pace on my cock as I let my fingers slip out of her anus. With a sharp grunt, I blew my load up Emily's hot insides, splashing my jizz against her cunt walls. 

When my orgasm subsided, Emily rolled off me and lay back on the bed. I got up and put on my boxers. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back," I said. I slipped out into the hall, half-expecting to find Missy there, but the basement was as dark and quiet as it had been forty minutes earlier. 

When I came back from the bedroom, I found Emily sitting on the bed with her bra and stockings already on, buttoning her shirt. 

"You don't have to go," I said weakly. 

Emily stood up, and I saw a thin line of my cum start to run down her thigh "If I wanted to snuggle, I would have gone home to my husband," she said coldly. She pulled on her skirt and zipped it. 

"Your— wait, what?" 

"My business, not yours. Don't get any ideas when I see you around the office tomorrow. This was a one-time thing." Kissing me, she added, "But you were great..." Smiling, she turned toward the door. 

"Wait, do you need a cab or something?" 

"I have an Uber car coming in..." Emily glanced at her phone. "Two minutes. I'll be fine." One last smile, and she was gone. 

Exhausted, I collapsed into sleep. 

***** 

At the beginning of August, Paula and Gary took Eve up to Wisconsin to stay with friends at their lake house. Missy had no interest in going — the kids up there were all going to be Eve's age — and I had work, so we stayed back. Missy was already 18, so aside from one stern warning to Missy ("No boys!"), we were pretty much left to our own devices for the week. 

Friday night was the big night for going out after work, but after my tryst with Emily I found I had lost my appetite for it; without a respectable place to bring the ladies home to, I didn't have the nerve to go after anyone else, and without any prospects of my own, sitting at a bar watching Emily zero in on her latest conquest — she seemed to get a different summer associate to take her home each Friday night, which I guess explains the weird treatment she was getting from her colleagues — it was just plain depressing. Ordinarily, I had to deal with the fact that my early arrival home on a Friday would no doubt have prompted questions from Aunt Paula — questions I had zero desire to answer. For a couple of weeks I had gone, on my own, to the movies or a jazz club until I figured it was late enough to slink home alone; with everyone but Missy gone, though, I decided enough was enough and I was going to just go home after the official group dinner ended. 

I was expecting to find Missy alone, so I was surprised to hear giggling as I came into the basement. Walking into the hangout section of the basement, I saw that Missy indeed had company, but all girls so I guess she was still in compliance with Aunt Paula's strictures. 

"HI JAKE!" Missy said, a little too loud, as I walked in. Another round of giggles from the four girls arrayed around her on the couches and pillows on the floor. The girls had plastic cups, and there was an open bottle of Malibu rum on the coffee table alongside a baggie of weed, rolling papers, and a ceramic dish with two or three joints' worth of ash. All of them were in pajamas, even though it was barely ten o'clock; Missy, sitting in the middle of the group on the floor, had on blue-gray scrub-type pants and a replica Led Zeppelin t-shirt. 

I stood there in silence that stretched on a little too long, and the girls all started giggling again. I cleared my throat. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" 

"Thiiiis," Missy said, still too loud and with way too much dramatic flair, "Is my coooousin JAKE!" 

"I'm Renee," said the girl on the couch to my right. She had curly dark hair, green eyes, and freckles across her nose. She was wearing a pink ribbed cotton tank top that hung loosely over her chest — a 36C, if i had to guess — and Carolina-blue mesh shorts with the UNC logo. I can guess where you're headed in September, I thought as I nodded in acknowledgement. 

"Anna," said the blonde on the other end of the couch from Renee. Anna. Slutty. Shaved pussy. Fucked her date in the limo and took a huge facial and tit-shot. She stared at me with gray eyes that seemed to dare me to try something with her. Anna's t-shirt had some cartoon princess on it and looked like she had had it since before she grew tits — Missy said they were 38E! — it was stretched lewdly across her boobs, making them look almost grotesque. Her black yoga pants went all the way to her ankles but left very little to the imagination; I was nearly certain that she had no underwear on. 

The girl on the other couch had light brown hair with vibrant purple streaks, maybe shoulder length. She was dressed like Missy, scrubs and a t-shirt, but with tits so small they barely registered under the loose clothing. "Nice to meet you Jake," she said with a smile that was at once sweet and taunting. "I'm Sarah." 

"And I'm Jessica," said the redhead on the floor below Sarah. Also from the limo. Boyfriend? Jessica was wearing short cotton shorts with a thin camisole, in a matching lavender color. The camisole straps were thin enough to prove that she was not wearing a bra, and I thought I could almost see the outline of wide, puffy nipples against the fabric. 

"It's so good that you're here," Anna told me. 

"Shut up!" Sarah hissed at her, and all the girls giggled again. 

"Something I should know about?" I asked. 

"Have a seat, relax, unwind after work, Jake," Jessica said in a voice that bordered on mockery. I sat down on a throw pillow next to her. Leaning over the coffee table, Jessica quickly rolled a new joint, lit it, and took a big hit. Exhaling, she passed the joint over to me. 

What the hell? I pulled on the joint, and as I inhaled Jessica straddled my legs and started loosening my tie. The way she was leaning I could see straight down her camisole and between her medium-sized tits where they swelled together, and even the edges of pink areolae. I figured I had to catch up so I held on to the joint while Jessica removed my tie, slipped my jacket off, and unbuttoned the top two buttons on my shirt. Just before she went back to her previous seat, she slid her hands down my chest and onto my thighs. 

I passed the joint up to Sarah. "Did I slumber into a stumble party?" The girls all laughed, and then it hit me what I had done, and I started laughing too. 

Anna said, "We were just talking—" 

"Stop it!" Sarah said. 

"You stop it, bitch," Anna shot back. 

"Slut." 

"Cunt." 

"Cumgargling asswhore!" Renee yelled out, and everyone started laughing again. 

Before the others could catch our breath, Missy leaned over and said in a conspicuously loud stage whisper, "We were debating whether we should play 'Spin the Bottle' when you walked in." 

"And?" I raised an eyebrow. 

"Sarah said it didn't make sense because there weren't any guys," Renee replied. 

"And here you are," Anna said with glee, "So we can play!" 

I looked over my shoulder at Sarah, who blushed and looked away. Renee and Missy pushed the coffee table toward the couches to make more space on the floor, and the girls sat in a circle — except for Jessica, who hopped up onto the couch. 

"I have a boyfriend," she offered. The other girls considered this, and then Anna shrugged, "Fair enough." Jessica lit up another joint, thinner than the last one, but kept it to herself, nursing it slowly. 

Sarah, despite her reluctance, had joined the others in the circle. They motioned me toward an empty space they had left between Missy and Anna. As I took my place, Anna reached over for the Malibu bottle and set it on its side on the floor. From the hollow plink it made on the tile floor, it was clear they had long ago polished off the liquor. 

"Rule #1," Anna began, "The bottle has to go around at least one full spin for the spin to count." We all nodded. 

"Rule #2: No back-outs. Whoever the bottle points to when you spin, you kiss them, no questions asked." Nervous nodding. 

"Rule #3: All kisses are on the lips or below the neck—" Giggles. "No peck-on-the-cheek bullshit." 

"How do we know who goes first," Renee asked? 

"Jessica should spin first," Missy said, "And whoever it lands on will spin first for the game." 

Everyone agreed, so Jessica came down from the couch. She crouched between me and Missy and handed the lit joint my way. As she leaned over to grab the bottle, her shorts slid down a bit and I could see the top of her bare ass crack. The weed had clearly slowed my thought process because it hadn't yet occurred to me that it might be weird, or at least unusual, for a 25-year-old law student to be playing "Spin the Bottle" with four recent high school graduates, one of whom was his first cousin. In fact, I really wasn't thinking about anything beyond the pale expanse of Jessica's behind laid out before me and especially the fine red hairs that slowly condensed into a light trail pointing downward toward treasures still buried in her shorts. 

Jessica gave the Malibu bottle a hard enough spin to send it around five or six times before it came to rest on Sarah. Jessica took the joint back from me and said, "Thanks," as she gave me a quick pat on the head. Then she went back to the couch, spread a blanket over her lap, and resumed smoking her joint. 

Sarah reached forward and spun the bottle. It went around once, twice, and then settled on me. What are the chances? I thought. Sarah smiled, looking more relieved than anything else, and crawled toward me on her hands and knees. Here, at eye level, I noticed how round her eyes seemed, almost disproportionately large for her face, in a way that made her seem tender. Her small lips were full and her tongue flicked across her lower lip before she angled her head slightly and leaned in. At first our lips touched lightly, but when I moved toward her she responded by opening her mouth and allowing the tip of my tongue to dart inside. Sarah played her tongue across mine for a few seconds and then pulled away; as she moved back to her original seat, the other girls clapped and hooted. Blushing deeply, Sarah made a big show of bowing to her "audience." 

All four girls looked at me expectantly as I reached for the bottle. Missy looked more than a little nervous, and truthfully I couldn't blame her. When Anna declared the "No back-outs" rule it had seemed reasonable in the abstract; but considering now that I had a 25% chance of tongue-kissing my first cousin, I wondered if I should have asked for a waiver from the outset. 

In the end I was spared: the bottle went around and around, and finally landed on Renee. She flashed a victor's smile, but when I started to come toward her she motioned for me to stay put. Moving past Missy, Renee sat on my lap facing me, wrapping her meaty thighs and slender arms around me. Looking into her green eyes, I could feel her full, braless tits brushing against my chest. My cock began to swell as I felt her body so close to mine. Then, without warning, Renee practically attacked my mouth, pushing her tongue between my lips and squeezing her hips against my body. Reaching up from behind, I held her head in my hands and kissed her back. Between us, my hardening prick strained against my pants and periodically bumped against Renee's crotch, prompting small moans that (I think) only I could hear 




The Summer Associate



After a minute or two, I heard Jessica's voice from the couch say, "Ahem, is there a time limit before moving to the next round?" This time it was my turn to blush as Renee moved back to her original seat and spun the bottle. This time the bottle stopped on Anna — our first girl-girl connection. 

Statistically, this was highly likely; still there was a noticeable pause as the six of us processed what had just happened. Then Anna nodded and Renee again moved across the circle to sit on someone's lap. This time Renee's boobs were definitely touching Anna's massive jugs through their shirts as she wrapped her legs around her partner. As their lips locked, I felt like my dick was going to burst all on its own. Glancing up at the couch, I saw that Jessica had her hands under the blanket and her eyes zeroed in on Anna and Renee's mouths. I thought I could make out small, rhythmic movements in her upper arm muscles and wondered to myself if she was fingering herself while watching us play "Spin the Bottle." 

Anna broke the kiss first, sending Renee back to her seat again. Her spin landed on me once again, and she leaned over, rubbing my thighs with her hands. Anna didn't seem like she was really going to kiss me, so I leaned toward her but she pulled away. I tried again, and again she pulled away. The third time it became clear to me that she was playing some kind of game, and rather than pull back when she dodged me I kept going. Anna got up from sitting and started to scamper away in a low crouch, so I went after her. The other girls howled with laughter as I chased Anna around the room until I managed to pin her against the couch and press my mouth against hers. Below, I could feel her hips pumping but they were too far away to reach me. Still holding a wrist in one hand, I dropped the other hand down to Anna's knee. Sliding my hand across the smooth, stretchy fabric of her yoga pants. As I got closer to her crotch, Anna's moans got louder and she renewed her assault on my face. Finally Jessica called "time" and we made our way back to our seats. 

Surprisingly, the game stayed pretty tame for the next half-hour or so; I kissed Anna, Renee, and Sarah more or less equally often, and Anna, Renee, and Missy also swapped spit. Between rounds, we smoked some more weed and teased one another. At some point Jessica, still up on the couch, fell asleep. Sarah still seemed nervous each time one of the girls would spin, and it finally dawned on me that she must be really unsure about kissing other girls. So when Sarah spun the bottle and it landed on Missy, I was really wondering what Sarah would do — break the rules to preserve her own comfort, or stretch into new territory in order to keep her word? 

Sarah closed her eyes and took two deep breaths; then she moved across to Missy so quickly that she knocked her over, landing on top of my cousin. Quickly pressing her lips to Missy's, Sarah gave her a long, almost tender French kiss — and then just as quickly, she sprang up and move back to her seat. Sarah kept her eyes downcast, and merely motioned to Missy that it was her turn. 

Now, without warning, came the moment I had been secretly dreading since the game started: after three smooth, almost frictionless turns, the bottle slowed to a halt directly toward me. Turning to my left, Missy and I looked right at each other. What the fuck do we do now? I asked myself. On the one hand, she's my cousin and we should just take a pass on the kissing thing. On the other hand, a deal is a deal... 

While I was mentally debating with myself, Missy hooked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned in for a peck on the lips. Feeling her soft lips against mine broke me out of my reverie and brought me back to the present. Missy kissed me again and this time opened her mouth slightly; the third time I responded my opening my mouth and inviting Missy's tongue in. My hands came up to caress her face, and she wrapped her arms around me. I lost myself in the dry, slightly smoky scent of her hair, the softness of her lips, her breath from her nose damp on my cheek. We made out for what seemed like an eternity until I suddenly remembered what I was doing — and with whom — and broke the kiss. 

There was an awkward pause. Sarah was staring at us, slack-jawed; Renee had looked away. Finally, Anna stretched. "I need to go to the bathroom," she said, standing. 

Missy looked at her watch. "It's 2 a.m.," she yawned. I nodded. "I'm going to bed," I told them all, "And I'll see you in the morning." Standing, I headed toward my bedroom. Renee climbed onto the second couch while Sarah followed Missy to her room. 

I closed the door, undressed, and got into bed. My mind was a mess — tired from the day, high, anxious about having just made out with my cousin. I enjoyed making out with my cousin. Despite myself, I started to get hard. It wasn't just making out with Missy, which was so wrong; it was kissing the other girls, watching the various girl-girl combinations, the likelihood that Jessica had fingered herself the whole time right next to us. It was being surrounded by teenage girl-flesh in a darkened basement. I was horny as hell, but too afraid of the consequences to make a move on any of the girls. My hand moved down to my stiffening cock and started to stroke it. 

I imagined it was Sarah's hand on my rod — she definitely seemed like the innocent one of the group — running her hand up and down the length. She was sitting next to me on the couch, topless, her tiny breasts almost entirely covered by her light pink areolae and hard, pointy nipples. In my mind's eye I saw Jessica on the other couch, facing us and masturbating again, only this time she was naked; I imagined her with a thick red bush, her pubic hairs matted and glistening as she rubbed her pussy juices all over her crotch. Her left hand snaked up through her cleavage to pull and twist her right nipple while she alternately plunged the two middle fingers of her right hand into her snatch and then rubbed hard against her clit. 

Fully hard now, I spit twice into my palm and rubbed it all over my cock head. Using a swirling motion on the tip with one hand while I stroked my shaft with the other, I simulated the blowjob that I imagined Sarah giving me for her first time. She was tentative, eyes looking up at me for approval as she swirled her tongue around the head and pumped with her hand. I looked across to Jessica, who locked eyes with me as she slowly licked her own cunt sauce from her fingers. Then she reached both hands down and spread her outer lips apart, revealing her glistening slit. Sliding her fingers over, she spread her inner lips as well and her slick love tunnel peeked out at me. Her other hand moved up to her clitoris as she resumed rubbing. I gently laid my hand on the back of Sarah's neck, urging her faster, as I watched Jessica's orgasm approach. Jessica closed her eyes as she came, rolling onto her side and squeezing her legs together around her hands. As she did this, her ass cheeks parted slightly and I was treated to the unbelievable sight of her butthole contracting, over and over, as she came. This last vision was too much for me and I came, shooting my jizz not into Sarah's mouth — it was, alas, still just fantasy — but all over my bare chest. Too exhausted even to get a dirty shirt off the floor, I drifted off to sleep. 

***** 

I don't know what time it was — it was still dark, but then again my room was in the basement. But I distinctly remember waking up with a hard-on that was nothing like my usual morning wood. As my senses came around, I realized that my dick felt different than usual because someone was there in the room, on my bed, stroking me to full mast. I followed the line of the arm up from my cock to where Anna, topless, sat beside me. Her breasts were enormous, so large that they bulged together in the middle as well as swelling outward. Without a bra, they hung down low on her chest, her pale areolae and small, flat nipples dwarfed by the colossal expanse of flesh surrounding them. 

"Anna—" 

"Shhhh," Anna whispered. "Don't wake the others — I don't share well." And with a smile, she took me into her mouth. I gasped as the hot, wet sensation of Anna's mouth engulfed my dick. She slid me in and out, slightly deeper each time, until on the fifth stroke she abruptly shoved my cock back into her throat all the way until her nose was buried in my pubes. I could feel her tongue rubbing up against the bottom of my shaft as she did something in her throat that felt like she was swallowing, sending ripples of sensation through my dick. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the sensation as she resumed pumping my dick in and out of her mouth and throat. 

After a few minutes, apparently satisfied that I was hard enough, Anna got up on all fours facing away from me and slid her yoga pants down. 

"I'm on my period," she said, "So you're gonna have to fuck me in the ass instead." God damn, she is even sluttier than Missy said. In the dim light from the window, I could see the white string of a tampon hanging down from her shaved pussy. Reaching back, Anna handed me a half-empty bottle of canola oil; apparently sometime after everyone went to bed and before waking me up, Anna had made a trip to the kitchen for supplies. 

"Lube both of us up and let's get going, stud!" Leaning forward, thrusting her ass in the air, Anna reached under her body and started rubbing her clit. 

Christ, this is going to make a mess, I thought, followed immediately by Fuck it. Uncapping the bottle, I poured several ounces onto Anna's round ass. With my free hand, I spread the oil across her buttocks and into the plush canyon between her globes. 

"Spread yourself," I said. No response as she continued rubbing her cunt. I slapped Anna hard on her left butt cheek. She whimpered slightly. "Spread yourself!" I hissed. Still no response. "Open your ass for me, you dirty slut," I ordered as I brought a heavy backhand against Anna's right butt cheek. She moaned loudly, and reached back with both hands to spread her ass wide. Pouring a bit more oil, I started working one and then two fingers into her little brown pucker. With a noise that was half squeak, half moan, Anna went back to masturbating. When I had both fingers in to the second knuckle, I started twisting them around, loosening her anus. Anna whimpered incessantly as I worked a third finger in and then started to spread my fingers apart, getting her sphincter warmed up. 

Finally satisfied that Anna was ready for some serious butt-fucking, I poured more oil into my hand and rubbed it all over my dick. Lining up my cockhead with her little pink starfish, I grabbed Anna's hips with both hands and pulled her toward me. 

At first her back door resisted my penetration. Keeping the tip of my rod at her sphincter and my hands on her hips, I could see her asshole flex as she pushed her bowels toward me, then relaxed, then pushed again. Slowly, I worked my dick against her ass until I felt her anal ring loosen again. More and more of my mushroom cap slid past until the whole head was inside. Her muscles seized my cock in an iron grip as Anna let out a long, deep moan. The hand on her clit doubled its pace. Leaning forward, I reached under her to fondle one of her impossibly large boobs. Running my oil-smeared fingers all across her heavy titflesh, I found her nipple was now rock hard. I coated it with some of the oil that was on my hand and then gently rolled it between my fingers. Anna's breathing was getting faster and faster, and more ragged. Spreading my hand as wide as I could, I gripped her breast and began kneading it, rubbing her nipple between my fingers. 

I sensed her orgasm before she gave any outward sign — I could feel the rhythmic way her anal sphincter pulsed against my shaft as she came. Her moaning became more rhythmic, louder, and then she abruptly pulled her hand away from her clit and pushed up on all fours as she bit back a scream. 

"Holy fuck," she whispered, "That was fucking insane." 

As her orgasm subsided, Anna began to rock against me slowly, inviting my hard cock up her ass. I stroked slowly as Anna moaned in pleasure and pain, adjusting herself to the sensation of my cock stretching her open. When I was buried to the hilt, my hips pressed against her ass, balls pressed against her bald cunt, I waited for Anna to make the next move — which turned out to be reaching her hand back farther underneath her body to play with my balls. Taking that as my green light, I began stroking in and out of Anna' luscious behind. As Anna tugged on my sack, I started to pound her ass faster and faster. 

My breath began to quicken and I warned Anna, "I'm getting close to cumming..." Without a word she pulled forward until I came out of her ass with a low plop sound. She whirled around to face me, grabbed my slick shaft in her hand, and proceeded to jerk it at a furious pace. With one last grunt, my seed shot out directly onto Anna's face. The first glob of cum splashed along her nose, from the side of the nostril all the way across the bridge of her nose. The second shot went even farther, landing on her left eye. Pointing the tip of my dick downward, Anna pumped the rest of my jizz all over her massive breasts. 

Exhausted, I collapsed backward onto the bed. Anna grabbed a corner of the top sheet and wiped the cum off her face; the semen on her boobs she just rubbed in like it was lotion. Then Anna laid down alongside me, straddling one of my legs. The last thing I remembered from that night was Anna, smelling of sweat and sex, nuzzling her face into the space between my shoulder and neck. 

***** 

I woke up alone and groggy, well past mid-day, with a patch of dried blood an inch across on my thigh just above the knee. For a second I was alarmed until I saw a second patch of blood on my sheets and the whole of the previous night came flooding back to me — Anna sleeping naked alongside me, fucking her ass because she was on the rag, her deepthroating my prick, "Spin the Bottle," five excessively horny teenage girls... and tongue-kissing my cousin. 

I pulled myself up to a sitting position and surveyed the damage. There was blood and cum on the bed, as well as dark spots of something I couldn't identify. My room reeked, mostly of pussy and sweat and cum, and there was something flaky — dried cum? — on my lower chest. Part of yesterday's outfit was in a pile on the floor; my jacket and tie must have stayed on the couch. Shaking my head, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and headed down the hallway to take a shower. 

By the time I was dressed it was nearly 2pm, and I headed upstairs to find something to eat. Missy was at the kitchen table in a bathrobe and slippers, reading the paper and nursing a mug of coffee. A few muffins sat on a plate in the middle of the table. 

Missy looked up as I walked in. "Good morning, sunshine," she said. 

I nodded, rooting around in the fridge for something to eat or drink. 

"I told you she's a really big slut." 

"Excuse me?" I turned around. 

"Anna. She's a dirty whore," Missy said with a smile that made it clear she didn't think any less of Anna because of it. 

I stiffened. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Hmm, that's odd," Missy said with a mischievous look in her eye, "Because around eleven this morning Anna came wandering upstairs topless, wearing a pair of your underwear, and carrying a bottle of cooking oil." 

"I— um— " I swallowed hard. "It's not—" 

"—what I think?" Missy completed my sentence. "I'd love to know where you thought you were going to go with that line. No, I think it's exactly what I think. I know it's her time of the month — the five of us spend so much time together we're all pretty much synchronized, which is maybe why things got so wild last night — and so she had you do her in the ass instead. Because she can't even come to a girl's-night slumber party without finding a guy to screw." Missy laughed. "How was she?" 

I blushed. "Fantastic. Can we change the subject now?" I turned back to the fridge for a bottle of orange juice. 

Missy laughed. "I love how shy you get. I'm just glad you had a good time — you've been so mopey lately, I was afraid you'd be annoyed about all the 'little girls' invading your space." 

"No, your friends are a lot of fun," I said, drinking my juice. I took a muffin and peeled the paper off the bottom. "The weed didn't hurt either." 

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally, I cleared my throat and Missy looked up from her newspaper. 

"Are we going to talk about it?" I asked. 

"About...?" 

"The game. Last night. We..." 

"...Had a little fun playing a silly middle-school game with some friends? I kissed you, no big deal — I'm not going to sneak into your room at night and take advantage of you." Missy paused for a moment and then added for effect, "I'll leave that for Anna." 

***** 

That Tuesday afternoon, I was on my way back to the office from the courthouse when Missy texted me. 

What's ur deal 2nite? 

Working... X-\ as usual 

What time could u be home? 

prob 9 at earliest what's up 

Surprise - u will like 

ok will text you when leaving office 

Back in the office, my day seemed to rush by. It was already after seven when I heard my phone vibrate on the desk. Picking it up, I saw that I had a text from Missy, but when I checked all I saw was a picture of a woman's legs, taken from below, and angled so that you could see up her skirt to the orange panties she was wearing. Dark, tangled hairs protruded from the edges of her underwear. 

wtf 

I waited, but there was no reply. I cleared the screen and went back to work. About half an hour later another text came in. Another picture: a woman from shoulders to knees, wearing a short jean skirt with a bright green hoodie — but the hoodie was unzipped down to her belly button, showing that she had nothing on underneath. Her breasts were on the large size of medium, with a wash of freckles across the top and a fairly pronounced bikini tan line. You couldn't see her nipples, but still the picture was making me hard — definitely not what I was going for in the office. I couldn't tell who was in the picture, but it didn't seem like Missy. Part of me wondered if she was just downloading pictures to send and bother me, although it was clearly the same girl (or at least the same skirt) in both pictures. 

stop it seriously. trying to work ttyl 

Again no response, so I returned to my computer and tried to get anything done. Mostly, I fought the urge to keep looking at the pictures. Around 8:15 I got a third text from Missy — and another picture: the same jean skirt, this time from the top down; the skirt was undone, and someone's hand was pulling the orange panties away from the girl's stomach, revealing a thick nest of ink-black pubes. This time the picture included a caption: come home already getting really bored 

I sighed, closed my laptop and texted back. 

fuck it ok on my way 

get beer 

wtf why 

no more left here we need more beer 

we? who else is over there? 

beer beer beer 

don't be an idiot I'm not buying beer for you guys 

There was a pause, and then I was treated to the sight of jean-skirt girl from behind, bent at the waist, panties suspended around her thighs and her hands spreading her butt cheeks. There again was the thick hedge over her lady parts, trailing upward to where her brown-eye stared back at me. 

dont b 1 of these come home bring beer 

I laughed out loud. Buying for minors was a terrible idea, but I rationalized that if I bought beer at the market and brought it back to the house I was living in, and we drank it there, no one would ever be the wiser. 




The Summer Associate



***** 

I got home about forty minutes later, my work bag in one hand and a chilled 12-pack of Goose Island 312 in the other. "Hello?" I called. 

"Down here," Missy yelled from the basement. I could hear the TV going. Taking the beer, I headed downstairs. When I got into the main room, I saw Missy on the far couch; it wasn't until I got around to the other side that I noticed her friend Renee on the other couch. Renee, who was wearing a green hoodie and a jean skirt. 

"Oh my GOD finally," Missy said with mock-exaggeration as I walked into the room. "I thought you would NEVER make it home." Missy's phone was on the coffee table amid a half-dozen or so empty beer bottles. 

"How about, 'Thank you, Cousin Jake?'" 

Renee got up, took the beer from me, and passed it to Missy. "Thank you, Cousin Jake," she said in a breathless tone as she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in to kiss me. Her tongue parted my lips and I tasted stale beer combined with the sweet tang of her lip balm. My pants constricted around my swelling member as Renee probed the inside of my mouth, pressing her soft breasts against me. Instinct drew my hands down her back to her firm ass, and as I clutched her globes through the jean skirt my mind flashed back to the pictures she and Missy had sent. 

Breaking the kiss, Renee leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "You're going to pop my cherry tonight." She sucked my earlobe into her mouth, then released it. Moving to the other ear, she whispered, "And Missy is going to watch the whole thing." I shuddered as Renee licked along the outside of my earlobe. 

"Beer— please," I croaked, barely able to speak. 

"Now you're glad you stopped to pick up beer?" Missy taunted me, as she handed me a cold bottle. I took a big sip, needing the liquid courage. Taking Renee's virginity sounded like a pretty sweet deal; screwing her in front of an audience, and especially in front of my cousin, seemed like trouble waiting to happen. 

"That's a terrible idea." 

Renee pouted. "Fuck you, Jake. You really know how to make a girl feel like shit." 

"Not you," I sputtered. "I mean, that part sounded fine." Renee cocked her hips to the left and shot me a look of death. "Not fine. Better than fine. I would love to... Missy, you're my cousin for Christ's sake. What the fuck?" 

Missy pulled two more beers out and then walked over to the small fridge in the corner to put the rest away. She was wearing a black sports bra along with powder blue lycra shorts that came only about an inch down her thick, muscular thighs. When she bent over to the fridge, her butt cheeks threatened to slip out the bottom. Turning back to face me, she said, "I'm kind of disappointed in you, Jake." 

"You're— wait, what?" 

"We were sure you would want to screw Renee, and I want to see it. I'm... curious." 

"You two have clearly had too much to drink already." 

I was on such thin ice. Renee was hot, young, and a virgin on top... but Missy was family. 

"Missy..." I pleaded. 

"Yeah?" She was still crouched down by the fridge, and I found myself staring directly into the cleft where the sports bra pushed her tits together. 

"It's not right, we're—" 

"We're not the ones who are having sex. I just want to watch." 

I sat down, starting to get tired of arguing. They're going to wear me down. I motioned toward Missy with my half-empty beer. "Grab me another while you're down there." 

Missy smiled and brought one more beer with her as she stood. Renee had opened their beers already, and Missy set my next one down on the coffee table. She took her beer from Renee and they clinked bottles. "Here's to fun," Renee toasted. Missy laughed, took a swig of her beer, and then put her arms around Renee. They leaned in close and kissed passionately as I drained the rest of my first beer. I could follow the course of their tongues based on whose cheeks were bulging, and my cock was now rock-hard. I am so fucked. 

I opened my second beer. The girls had put their drinks down and were now groping all over each other bodies. Renee slid her hand up Missy's leg that was closer to me, pushing her shorts up higher so that part of her behind was exposed. In response, Missy leaned back and slowly unzipped Renee's hoodie. As she pushed it off Renee's shoulders, I could see that she hadn't put anything on since the picture they sent me; Renee's generous bosom was now completely exposed, and I could see her small pink nipples amid the freckles. 

Renee had her other hand between Missy's legs, rubbing vigorously against the crotch of her shorts. Missy moaned and leaned in to suck on one of Renee's tits, eliciting another groan from Renee. The second beer was working its magic on me, especially after drinking so fast, and I unfastened my belt and slacks so I could slip a hand down my pants and caress my balls and shaft. 

Missy continued to strip Renee, opening her skirt and letting it fall to the floor; now she had on only those orange panties, unruly pubes sticking out the sides. Renee pulled at Missy's sports bra until it came loose, and I suddenly found myself staring at my cousin's teenage breasts. They were smaller than Renee's and more pear-shaped, with upturned brown nipples. The girls embraced again in a whirlwind of titflesh, mouths again locked in a kiss. 

I finished off my last beer and went to set it down on the coffee table when it bumped into one of the other bottles. The sound must have broken the spell for the girls, because they both turned to me. Then they looked back at one another and smiled, and then Missy nodded to Renee. 

Slowly, swaying their hips seductively, the girls moved toward me. When they reached the couch, they knelt down on the floor on either side of me, Missy to my left and Renee to my right. 

Renee put her hand over the bulge where my hand gripped my package while Missy put her hands on either side and pulled down on my pants. I was like a deer caught in the headlights as my pants and underwear slid down and Renee pushed my hand aside, lightly brushing her fingers up and down my half-erect cock. 

Missy, who was watching with rapt attention as Renee worked my dick, pursed her lips and lightly blew across the tip. The cool air tickled, and my cock twitched. "Your cousin just blew you," Renee giggled. I winced at the suggestion, but I couldn't help imagining Missy's plump lips wrapped around my shaft. Renee could feel the effect her comment had on my arousal, and she gave me a knowing smile. 

Slowly, Renee lowered her face toward my crotch. She touched her lips gently to my mushroom tip, then slid just the tip of her tongue between them. After tonguing my hole for a minute, she parted her lips and began to widen her tongue circles while also sliding more and more of my manhood between her moist lips. This was, quite possibly, the slowest, most exquisite blowjob I had ever received, and my whole body was stiffening in anticipation of its consummation. 

Renee finally took the whole head into her hot little mouth, and then she sucked hard, pulling her cheeks in. Missy gasped and I looked over to see her right hand buried in her blue shorts, rubbing vigorously, while her left hand tugged and twisted her right nipple. Renee released the suction and continued her excruciatingly slow process down my shaft toward my balls, which she had started to massage with her fingertips. I was groaning with a deep, almost primal tone. I alternated watching my cock disappear past Renee's lips and staring at Missy masturbating while she, in turn, stared at Renee. 

Renee clearly knew just how far she could go to torment me without any danger of my actually cumming. After a few more minutes of torture, she had all six of my rock-hard inches in her mouth and started to hum one long note. The vibration traveled from her throat straight onto the tip of my dick, and I closed my eyes and moaned out loud. I could feel my orgasm rising when Renee switched to sucking hard and slowly pulled up until she came off my dick with a pop! 

Wrapping her right hand around my shaft, Renee stood up and said, "Come, to the bed." Pulling me by the dick, she reached out to take Missy's hand — the same hand that had just been down Missy's shorts. Renee followed my eyes and saw that I was staring at their hands, and with a wicked grin she lifted Missy's damp hand to my nose so I could smell her sweet, musky scent. Then she started off toward Missy's bedroom, towing Missy by the hand and me by my cock. 

When we got into Missy's bedroom, Renee slipped off her orange panties and lay down on the bed. To my surprise, Missy leaned over, picked up Renee's damp underwear, and smelled the crotch. Then she pulled down her shorts — nothing underneath — and lay down next to Renee. Missy was lying mostly face-down, turned slightly toward Renee, and I could see just a hint of pubic hair peeking out between the tops of her ample thighs. Renee was on her back, head turned in Missy's direction, her full tits splayed out to either side. An unkempt pubic bush covered her pussy and spread outward and upward, reaching toward her belly button and spreading wings out toward her hip-bones. Her pink pussy lips showed through her pubes, and I could see moisture glistening in the hair around her slit. 

The girls made out for a while, hands running all across one another's bodies. Soon Missy dropped a hand down to Renee's slit and started rubbing her clit. Renee responded by spreading her legs wider and turning a bit toward Missy. They made out harder than before as Missy worked Renee's clit. I could see Renee's stomach flexing and tensing as she reacted to Missy's fingering. For her part, Missy seemed to be rubbing her clit against Renee's thigh, her butt muscles clenching rhythmically as she ground against her friend. 

Just as Renee's orgasm seemed to be cresting, Missy pulled her hand away. Renee looked up and me and beckoned toward the bed. I quickly shed the rest of my clothes and lay down on the other side of Renee, sandwiching her between me and Missy. We both began to kiss Renee's neck and breasts, and as she moaned in pleasure I moved my left hand down to her pubic area. I slid my fingers through her thick, damp hair until they reached the hooded bump of her clit. I squeezed it, gently but firmly, between my thumb and forefinger and Renee rewarded me with a gasp. She spread her legs and I easily slid a finger into her moist snatch. 

I took my finger right back out and sniffed it. Her odor was heavier than Missy's, deep and earthy. I licked my finger, tasting Renee's sweet and tangy pussy juice, but when I tried to put my finger back in Missy pulled my hand away. 

I looked across at Missy only to see her slide down the bed and position her head between Renee's legs. I watched in disbelief as Missy lowered her head into Renee's cunt and began to eat her out. Renee started moaning and writhing, bucking her hips against Missy's jaw. I turned my attention to Renee's bosom, kneading her globes and tweaking her nipples. She started moaning louder and I saw that her mouth was hanging open as she gasped and sighed. 

Although I was still mostly erect, I had lost some momentum in the transition to the bedroom so I decided to take advantage of Renee's compromised state. The next time she sighed out, I stuffed my cock into her waiting mouth. Her hand came up to pump the bottom of my shaft as I stroked the upper part inside her mouth. Looking down, I saw Missy licking and sucking at Renee's pussy like there was no tomorrow. While I pumped my stiff rod in and out of Renee's mouth, Missy slipped her index finger into Renee's cunt; I couldn't tell what exactly she was doing in there, but whatever it was drove Renee over the edge. She turned her face away from my dick and started panting and moaning, writhing on the bed. 

Renee screamed as she came, left hand still pumping my shaft. Missy continued her assault on Renee's clit until she let go of my dick and pushed Missy's head away. In the dim light I could see the lower half of Missy's face glisten with Renee's cum. 

Slowly, Renee's orgasm passed and she lay back flat on her back. Missy slowly withdrew her finger, dragged it up across Renee's clit — eliciting a shudder — and through her matted pubes, and then slowly, seductively, licked her finger clean. 

"It's time," Renee whispered, and Missy moved aside to make room for me. I lay on top of Renee, supporting myself with one arm as I reached down with my right hand and positioned the head of my cock at her steamy opening. 

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. 

Renee nodded. "Take my virginity, Jake. Fuck me good." 

"Are you—" 

"On the pill. Do me now, Jake, please." 

I glanced over at Missy, who was sitting against the headboard, knees bent and legs spread, one hand rubbing her clit while the other slid three fingers in and out of her swollen pussy. Missy gave me one nod, and I nodded back. 

Gently, I pressed into Renee's willing folds. I got about half of my fully-erect cock inside her before I met resistance. I softly probed in and out, feeling where she got tight but not applying any real pressure. Renee's eyes were closed and she kneaded her breasts together as I gently stroked into her. 

I looked at Missy. "Rub her clit," I said, "It will make this easier." Missy grinned like I had given her the greatest gift in the world. She took her sticky left hand out of her own pussy and reached down to Renee's. She ran her fingers around Renee's entrance, feeling where my cock was stretching her open, making me shiver. Then she brought her fingers, dripping wet, up to Renee's clit. Renee opened her legs even wider as Missy drew slow circles around Renee's love button. 

Taking this as my cue, I slid back in to where the resistance started, and then applied even more pressure. Nothing gave at first, so I worked my dick in and out with short but powerful micro-strokes until suddenly the resistance gave way and I was buried balls-deep in Renee's cunt, my pubic bone pinning Missy's hand against Renee's clit. Renee gasped, and I saw a few tears run down her cheeks. Staying all the way in, I gently brushed the tears away and kissed Renee on the lips. She kissed me back passionately and started to grind her hips against me, so I lifted up slightly resumed pumping — this time long, deep strokes that provoked a rhythmic moaning. As I did that Missy leaned in, still rubbing Renee's clit, and started kissing her. 

We fucked like that for another minute or two before Missy spoke up. "Both of you lay on your right side so that he can enter you from behind," she instructed us. 

"Why?" Renee asked, still panting each time my dick slid into her. 

"So I can see better. I want to see his hard cock spreading you open." 

Renee nodded and motioned for me to get off, so I pulled out and sat to the side. My shaft glistened with her juices, and I also saw some of her creamy secretions together with a single, faint streak of virginal blood. Renee rolled to her side and I slid in behind her in a "spoon" position. She raised her upper leg, reached in between, and grabbed ahold of my shaft. Positioning the head at the entrance to her sloppy wet cunt, she pushed her hips back toward me and slipped the head inside. 

I responded by restarting my stroke, pumping at a steady, even, forceful pace. I was in heaven; Renee's virgin cunt was so tight and so smooth, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. So I didn't notice when Missy slid down the bed all the way until she had our coupling at eye level. 

When I felt Missy's tongue graze my dick, though, I realized what she was up to. Reaching my hand around, I felt the back of her head and confirmed my suspicions: Missy was eating Renee out while I fucked her, and the devilish slut had licked my cock shaft while she was down there. 

Renee's moaning doubled as she dealt with the twin assaults of Missy's mouth and my dick. I could feel her pussy muscles starting to clench, and the tightness in my balls meant my own orgasm was nearing. Renee got louder and louder until she finally screamed and I felt an extra gush of wetness around my dick. Without warning, a hand seized my ball sack and started tugging it, hard, away from my body. Missy. She did see me with Emily, and she saw how Emily tugged on my sack when I was ready to cum! With a whole-body grunt I came, blasting my jizz into Renee's no-longer-virgin pussy. I gave a few more strokes, emptying out the last of my cum, and then pulled out and lay back. 

Missy, though, was far from done. As she kept up her oral ministrations, I heard Renee start moaning again, more desperate this time. I reached around and groped Renee's breasts, playing with her nipples in an attempt to drive her faster toward her second orgasm of the night. I pressed my body back against hers, my wet, semi-hard cock wedged into the crack of her ass, kissing wherever I could reach, running my hands all over her body. 

Finally, with a shudder and a cry, Renee came again. Spent, she pushed me back a bit so she had room to lay down. She was covered in sweat, chest was heaving under her breasts, and I could see muscles all across her body trembling. I gave her a short, tender kiss, and then looked down at Missy. As she looked up at me, I caught a disturbing sight: on top of all the pussy juice smeared across her face, my 18-year-old cousin had a fair quantity of my cum — which must have dripped out of Renee's pussy — all across her lower lip and chin. Staring right at me, Missy stuck out her tongue and licked her jizz-coated lips. 

"Renee," she whispered, and when Renee looked up at her she moved in for a kiss, smearing my semen between their faces. Renee moaned and clutched Missy's body against hers. I continued caressing Renee as their legs entwined. The girls pumped their hips against one another, moaning into each other's mouths as they kissed. 

Caught up in the moment, I reached farther out and ran my fingertips down Missy's side, feeling her ribs, reaching between them to lightly graze her smooth belly. Her stomach clenched at my touch and she pulled her mouth off of Renee's to moan out loud. I moved my hand down to her butt and felt her pumping her hips against Renee, rubbing herself toward orgasm. Taking my hand back up, I laid it across the side of both girls' boobs, caressing whatever square inches of flesh happened to be below my fingers. 

Without warning, Missy let out a set of short, high-pitched shrieks, signaling that she was cumming. She pressed her face down into Renee's bosom and held her hips steady against her friend, shaking and quivering as she came. Finally, still shivering from small aftershocks, she pulled far enough away to turn over and then cuddled back against Renee so that we were all spooning in the same direction, me on the outside with Renee in the middle and Missy ultimately on the inside. I reached down for the blanket and covered us as we all drifted off into sleep. 

***** 

I awoke with a start, disoriented not to be in my own bed. There was another body up against me, warm and soft, and the room smelled heavily of sex, and then I became aware that I was in Missy's bed, naked, with Renee between us. The clock on the bed table said 7:53; plenty of time to shower and get to work reasonably on time. I slid gently out from under the covers and headed for the bathroom. 

I ran the water in the shower as I brushed my teeth, waiting for it to get hot. Just as I was about to get in, the bathroom door opened and Renee, still completely naked, slipped in. Her nipples were hard and her pubic hair was a complete mess, sticking up in places and matted down in others, covered in dried cum and pussy juice. She came over to where I was standing, just outside the shower, and kneeled down on the bath mat. Looking up at me, she whispered, "I wanted to have you once all by myself," and then she stuffed my soft dick into her mouth. 




The Summer Associate



I didn't stay soft for long — I started to get hard just thinking that she was sucking her own cunt cream, and the blood of her virginity, off my cock. Soon she was pumping her face hard on my dick, her fingers running all over my thighs, belly, and balls. All I could do was stare down at her large breasts swaying and jiggling as she slobbered up and down my shaft. 

Without warning, she pulled her mouth off but continued pumping with her right hand. Her left hand reached toward the bathroom counter for a bottle of hand lotion, which she set down on the floor next to us. Wrapping her lips around my cockhead again, she continued stroking with her right hand while she used her left to pump out some lotion. I felt her smear the lotion through up my butt crack, and before I could even process what was happening she had worked the tip of her finger into my anus. She didn't probe any deeper, she just wiggled the finger inside me as she pulled on my scrotum and furiously sucked my dick. 

I grunted, signaling my orgasm, and she quickly pulled back, bringing her left hand under her rack to hold it up while her right hand flew up and down my cock. I grunted again and thick ropes of white cum shot out of my dick, splattering across her tits. When I had finished, she rubbed my jizz into her titflesh and smiled at me. "Thank you," she said, standing up to kiss me. "For last night as well." 

"If you wanted to have me on your own—" 

"For Missy. She..." Renee sighed. "I don't know if she'd want me to tell you, but it's probably for the best if you know. I don't know how long she's had doubts, but after prom... did she?" 

"Yeah, she told me." 

"She was very confused. Blowing Kevin... didn't mean much to her." I nodded. "But she couldn't get the images of the other girls out of her head. Especially Anna fucking that guy. But it wasn't the guy she pictured, it was..." 

"Anna." 

"Anna, exactly. And she started to wonder if maybe she was a lesbian, and then after that night of 'Spin the Bottle,' when you were the only guy so we mostly ended up making out with one another... She wanted to try. I was over here this afternoon and she... she propositioned me, but I wasn't sure I could do it — that was when the drinking started, but I still couldn't and then she had this crazy idea that if I fucked you — I wanted to lose my virginity before college anyway — if I fucked you and she was there 'to watch,' that she and I could, you know, and it would just be playing around, but she could try, and then..." 

I smiled and kissed Renee. "It was weird at times, for sure, but definitely not a night I'll ever forget. You most of all — you were exquisite." 

Renee smiled and blushed. "Thank you. I'm not— I haven't always had the most confidence... so it means a lot, that you said that." 

"I meant it." I kissed her again. "Now I really need to shower, or I will be late to work and, honestly, I'd rather not have to explain." 

Renee laughed. "I should get back to bed before the seductress wakes up." 

"Are you going to— never mind, I probably shouldn't ask." 

"I never really had any doubts, but last night confirmed that I am definitely a girl who wants dick." She gave me a seductive wink. "That said, your slutty little cousin has some undiscovered talents..." With that, Renee turned and left. 

***** 

By the time I got home that evening, Aunt Paula, Uncle Gary, and Eve had returned from Wisconsin. Missy was nowhere around. I listened about their trip for a while, and then excused myself to go to bed. 

When I got downstairs, I saw the light coming from under Missy's door. I knocked. 

"Come in." 

I closed the door behind me and went to sit on the bed. Despite the smell of various girls' cosmetic products, the musky scent of pussy still hung in the air. "Last night was... intense," I said, "I just wanted to see if you were OK." 

Missy smiled and gave me a big — cousinly — hug. "You're the best, Jake," she said. "I've never felt better. I know Renee filled you in about my questioning and, well, it's just good to feel like I've had some experiences to point the way." 

I nodded. 

"And..." she began. 

"And?" 

"And even if I'm not so into guys, getting my older cousin's fresh cum smeared all over my face was for sure the absolute dirtiest thing I've ever done." 

I laughed. "Not sure if I'm up for revisiting that bit..." 

"Don't get your hopes up, sleazeball," Missy teased back. 

I got up to go, but Missy called me back, holding out a folded sheet of paper. I opened it: Renee Taylor 773-555-2868. I looked up at Missy. 

"I told her you were here for another week or two," she said. 

I smiled. This had turned out to be a great summer.



The Summer Banking Intern



As Jay Sands wipes his brow and grabs his towel he catches his reflection in the mirror.  He is proud of what he sees.  His tight workout shirt showed his flat stomach and powerfully built upper body.  His shorts though long and baggy, still displayed his trim waist and muscle packed backside.  His sculpted calves and tapered ankles give a hint towards his athleticism.  His skin was smooth as milk chocolate displayed by an even tone throughout his whole body.   Save for the gray hair through sprinkled within his goatee, he would look younger than his 39 years of age.  His workout regimen and diet has kept him at a trim 225 pounds stretched across his 6’5” frame, only a few pounds heavier than his playing weight when he was an All-League Forward on the Men’s Basketball Team at Yale University.

His collegiate success allowed him to play professional basketball for 6 seasons through Europe in Greece, Italy and Turkey.  He was a starter for most of those seasons and one of the top scorers in the league.  His passion for success as well as his easy going nature off the court allowed him to well liked by his coaches, teammates and fans.

As a popular professional ball player, Jay never had a shortage of hot woman to spend his idle time with.  Add to that fact his very good looks, intelligence, charm and athletic body, Jay had bedded many of the most beautiful girls he met in his days in Europe.  He loved woman that were exotic, voluptuous and confident.  His conquest included one night stands, ménage a trios and public sexual trysts.  He loved seeing woman in their sexiest lingerie and often could talk them into taking pictures in various stages of undress.  He kept a secret compartment on his hard drive full of photos of theses woman in sexy panties, bras or fully nude!  He was a voyeur and an exhibitionist.

He was often able to get away with satisfy his kinky desire because to put in mildly he had the cock of God!  His creamy brown cock was almost 10” long and thick as soda can from tip to base.  His large mushroom head was very prominent even when he was not excited.  Women would swoon when he would drop his shorts and often would do anything to fuck him a second time, a fact that Jay would often use to his advantage.

At 28, Jay reached a crossroads in his life.  He was offered an entry-level position in a prominent New York Investment Banking firm after a referral by one of his ex-teammates at Yale.  Feeling that he had taken basketball as far as he could, he knew it was time to move onto his next stage of his life.  He accepted the position and retired from hoops.

He put his head down and he quickly worked his way up the corporate ladder.  Just 11 years into his career, he was now a Managing Director and making over 7 figures in compensation each year.  

Personally, he had met the girl of his dreams 8 years ago.  His wife, Pauline, was a perfect companion for him.  She was intelligent and driven having graduated from Stanford University and created her own successful marketing firm.  

Physically, she was stunning.  Her skin was flawless with the smooth coloring of caramel. She kept her beautiful brown hair perfectly styled in a short bob at all times, very much in the same style as Halle Berry.  Her makeup always showed off her gorgeous green hazel eyes and luscious lips.  She stood a statuesque 5’10” with great womanly curves.  Her 36C breasts were still prominent and defied gravity even at 34, as well as having survived breast-feeding two kids.  She worked out diligently as well and kept her trim 28” waist, but her hips and buttocks swelled out to 38” and display her wonderful bubble butt.  Her ass could stop traffic and often did when encased in her designer jeans.  Jay often found himself filled with pride when he found most men in his company mesmerized when his wife would walk away from them.

Sexually, Pauline was Jay’s personal freak.  She indulged in all of his kinky ideas and fantasies.  She only wore the sexiest lingerie for her husband including tight bikini panties, lacy thongs, half-cup bras, garter and stockings.  She would pose for his photography fetish, even allowing him to take the riskiest photos in public.  She had blown him in the back of cabs, allowed him to fuck her in a dark alley outside of a bar and even would occasionally frequent out of town strip clubs with him.  She believed it was her duty to fulfill every one of his sexual fantasies.

From the outside, his life looked like a fairytale!

**********

“Seven…Eight…Nine…Ten”, Jay’s muscle ripples as he places the weight back in the rack.  He has been working out vigorously for the last hour, trying to sort all that has happened to him in the last few weeks.  Working out has always been where he could think and sort out his life.

As he took a break from bench-pressing, he flashed back to four hours prior, where he was blasting a thick load of cum all over his intern, Monica’s bodacious Latin ass!  This load having been coaxed out his massive cock after having ploughed her pussy from behind vigorously on his office desk. He knew he was wrong in every way, but he was powerless to stop fucking this sexual goddess.

To no one in particular Jay said, “How in the fuck did I get here?”  He rose up and headed to the showers to wash off his workout and his illicit affair

***********

Monica Sanchez was staunchly determined to change her circumstances.  Born to Puerto Rican parents in the heart of Harlem, she refused to spend her life pursuing dead end job and getting caught up with men without ambition.

She worked hard her whole life academically never getting a grade lower than an A.  The first time she had an opportunity to hear a graduate of Harvard University speak about their experience on that campus, she set her sights on getting accepted.

When she was admitted to Harvard and had received a full academic scholarship, she was moved to tears.  Her parents were so proud of her that when they organized her high school graduation party they shut down the whole block and every part of the community came out to celebrate their best and brightest.

If her mental talents weren’t enough, Monica broke necks with her tremendous beauty.  She resembled a young Jennifer Lopez.  Her Puerto Rican heritage gave her bronzed completion and dangerous curves.  At 5’8”, her 38DD breast, 30” waist and 40” waist made her looked she was built for fucking.  Her lovely brown eyes, perfectly sculpted lips and sharp nose brightened her beautiful face.  She was certainly a head turner and she knew it.  In her pursuit of success, she was not afraid to use all her talents to reach her goals.

As her sophomore year at Harvard was winding down, Monica knew she wanted to get a prominent internship in a New York Investment Bank.  She attended each and every mixer that was hosted on campus in hopes of creating a connection that would lead her to a great opportunity.

When she saw the dreamy Jay Sands speak at Harvard and speak about the opportunity at his firm, she knew she had found her mark.  After he was done with his prepared comments, she waited for the right moment to approach and begin to execute her plan.  Gently applying a fresh coat of lip-gloss, the Latina began to walk confidently towards Jay.

A gentle tap on his shoulder got Jay to turn around.  What he saw was certainly unexpected.  Standing before him was a vision of beauty.

“Hello, Mr. Sands, my name is Monica Sanchez”, Monica announced with her hand extended.

Jay still overwhelmed by her beauty, he was powerless to speak or acknowledge her hand.

“Excuse me Mr. Sands, I am Monica Sanchez”, Monica repeated.

“Jay Sands, my pleasure to meet you”, Jay said having regained his composure and accepting her hand shake.

“Thank you for taking the time to come down to speak with us today.  I am certainly interested in the opportunity to work with you and your firm this summer.  As a New York native, I would love to not only come home, but to learn from the best firm in the business.”

“Well, Ms. Sanchez, I appreciate your enthusiasm and as a student here at Harvard University, I am sure you are very bright and prepared.  I am going to be conducting interviews tomorrow morning here on campus for an intern position that will report directly to me this summer.  It will be a labor-intensive position, but you will learn a great deal and with a strong performance position yourself well for the future.  Would you be interested in interviewing?”

Before he could finish his last sentence, Monica excitedly exclaimed, “Yes!”

“Fantastic, how about tomorrow at 10am, you meet me back here at the Career Counseling offices for an interview, do you have a resume that I can peruse tonight?”

Being prepared, Monica pulled a well-written resume from her attaché case and handed it to Jay.  She shook his hand and was taken aback about their size and strength.  An electricity ran through both of them as their hands stayed locked slightly longer than normal.

Jay spoke first, “Thank you Ms. Sanchez, I look forward to getting to know you better tomorrow morning.”  Monica smiled and said, “I look forward to it as well. Good night”

Monica turned and began to walk away.  The tight business skirt she wore began to undulate with the sway of her hips.  Jay eyes were riveted to her fantastic ass and he began to feel the blood in his body move toward his groin.  His thoughts quickly moved to impure lust as he began to think about what panties she was wearing and how tight her pussy might be.  Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realized that Monica had looked back over her shoulder and caught him staring at her ass until it was he began to pan upward and caught her smiling at him as she reached the door.  She knew she had him hooked as she disappeared into the night.

***********

Jay sat in his Boston hotel room at 10:30pm in his Calvin Klein boxers, he was still embarrassed about being caught by Monica while staring at her ass, however he was also very horny.  He knew he needed some relief and fired off a text.

When he saw the reply, a broad smile spread across his face.

He started up his laptop and logged into his instant messenger account and sent a cam request to his contact.  When the request was accepted and his screen opened up to the view of his gorgeous bedroom in his sprawling estate in New Jersey, he smiled again.  On the other side of his connection was his wife dressed up as if she was headed out on a night on the town.

“Hey baby, need some inspiration”, Pauline spoke into the screen.

“Yes, Please…”

“Ok, but I want to see the humongous cock go off when it’s time, you got it!” Pauline negotiated.

“Anything for you!!!”

With that Pauline stood up so that Jay could see all of her.  She had on a tight white tank top with the outline of her bright pink bra straps peaking out at her shoulders.  Wrapped around her waist was a beautiful pleated black mini skirt that fell to about mid thigh.  From her hem down, Jay was treated to her mocha colored legs before reaching her feet in a pair of expensive black pumps!

“Spin around sweetie”, Jay blurts out.

Pauline began to spin and as she did her skirt flared up, causing Jay to become very interested in what was under her skirt.  He got a quick flash of pink, before the skirt settled back into place.

“Stop”, he shouts as Pauline was now facing away from him.

“Let me see that ass”

“Patience, big boy.  Now drop those underwear and pull out that huge black dick”, Pauline demands as she turns around.

Jay loved it when Pauline talked dirty and immediately pulled down his briefs.  His cock sprang out as it grew in hardness.  It was beginning to pulse and throb as he thought about his beautiful wife, as well as the sexy Puerto Rican coed he met this evening.

“MMMMMM…That cock looks delicious…wish I could drop to my knees and suck it deep into my throat!” Pauline said lustily.  “Stroke it for me!”  

Jay grabs his long thick cock and began to stroke it, as Pauline whipped off her tank top.  Her beautiful breasts were now situated in a beautiful pink lace Victoria Secret Body Bra.  She squeezed them together to display her deep cleavage.

A moan escaped Jay’s mouth and the salvia in his mouth built up as he thought about sucking those juicy tits.  His beautiful wife while starring into his eyes on his screen reached behind herself and unclasps her bra! Slowly and seductively, she pulled off her bra.  Her juicy breasts came into focus displaying her dark chocolate nipples.  She pinched both of her rock hard nipples and lets out a soft moan.

“Jay, I wish you were here to suck on these for me!” she whispered.  Jay had begun to beat his meat with a little more urgency.  “Are you ready for me to loose the skirt?”

All Jay could do was nod.  Pauline was flattered by his speechlessness.  She turned her back to him and pulled down the side zipper on her skirt. As the waist bellowed out, she began shaking her hips as she could feel Jay’s eyes glued to her backside.  She let the skirt slide down her gyrating hips and into focus came her thick round bubble butt.  Perfectly sculpted from hours in the gym.  Her ass was exquisitely wrapped in a pair of white low cut VS Pink bikini panties accented with pink pinstripes.  The panties delicately cut into her round firm cheeks and accentuate her fabulous ass!


Jay was now fully rock hard as his Halle Berry clone for a wife stood before him on his computer screen in a pair of tiny tight panties and 5” inch black pumps.  He was now stroking his cock furiously.

Pauline slowly turned around and was now staring at her screen, which was filled with her husbands 10” thick ass cock!  His cock was bulging out of his hand, as he stroked away.  The visual stimulus was too much for her, so she sat down on her bed and slipped her right hand into her panties, while her left hand played with her tits.

“Move the camera closer, I want to see your pussy”, Jay asked.  

She moved the camera closer the bed at the same time she slowly slipped her panties down her thighs.  Into view came her beautiful fully shaved pussy.  She was glistening and her engorged clit was blossoming out between her dripping wet lips.

Pauline began by stroking her clit right on camera.  Each stroke got her hotter and hotter.  When she opened her eyes, she watched her hunk of a husband stroking his cock harder and harder.

Both Jay and Pauline felt the fires in the loins growing with each passing moment.  Jay was stroking his full 10” cock and playing with the sensitive head.  Pauline now had two fingers stuffed in her pussy, pumping those fingers at an increasing faster rate.

The moans coming out of both ends of the connection was growing to a crescendo.  Jay spoke first “Finger bang that pussy!”  Pauline replied, “Oh yeah baby, my pussy is so wet!  I am going to cum! Pump that dick! I want to see you cum!”

Jay’s room was filled with the squelching sounds of Pauline’s pussy being pumped by 3 fingers now.  In their marital bedroom, Pauline could hear the slapping sounds of Jay’s massive hand massaging his manly black dick.

Pauline reached orgasm first, her legs spasming as she buried her fingers deep in her snatch. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I am cuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggg!” screamed.

Her announcement was too much for Jay and he felt his balls tighten and his cum bubble up his shaft.  As the pressure built, he yelled, “Here is cuuuummmmssss!!!”  He cock lurched and then belched a massive glob of cum straight up in the air.  Volley after of volley of cum shot out of his engorged head landing on his chest, hand and cock.  Pauline had open her eyes just in time to see Jay’s blasts and found her mouth watering wishing she was there to suck it all down.

Both Jay and Pauline were left panting and gasping for air!  Simultaneously, the said “I love you!”  They laughed at the coincidence.

Pauline kissed her hand and said “Jay, I need to go clean up and get some sleep!  Sleep well sweetheart”

“Thanks babe! I love you and I will see you tomorrow night when I get home!”

They disconnected the chat and went to clean up.

While standing in the shower, Jay could not help but think about fine ass Monica.  Even though, he had just busted a nut a few minutes ago, he felt his cock slightly chub up as he thought about his meeting tomorrow morning.

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

Monica could not sleep last night because of her anticipation of her meeting this morning with Mr. Sands.  She knew that he had taken the bait the evening before with the lingering touch of their hands, as well as his deep fascination with her ass when she was walking away.

She wanted to continue to build on her strong first impression with Jay both mentally and physically.

She thought long and hard about her appearance.  She carefully selected her underwear, a deep red lace lift up bra and a pair of itty bitty string red bikini style panties that left most of her ass cheeks expose.  Monica chose a light gray silk blouse that when pressed tight against her body would expose her beautiful tits and cleavage encased in her red bra.  She chose a tight charcoal pencil skirt that fell a few inches short of her knee.  The skirt hugged her gorgeous hips and ass.  She chose not to wear any pantyhose because it was a warm spring day and her golden brown legs looked spectacular with out them.  The outfit was made complete with a pair of 5” charcoal colored patent leather heels.

She was dressed to be noticed, but not so obvious as to come across as trashy when meeting with Mr. Sands.

Rushing out the door, she began to saunter across campus and by the numbers of looks, whistles and stares, she knew her outfit was having her desired effect.  She smiled and batted her eyes at some of her admires, however she was focused on her one target, Jay Sands.

Arriving 15 minutes early for appointment, she was asked to have a seat until Mr. Sands would be done with his current appointment.  As she peaked over the appointment sheet, she pleasantly smiled to herself when she realized she was the last meeting of the morning.

She made sure to position herself directly in front of the door.

When the door swung open, she made sure not to look up immediately, she heard the deep baritone voice of Mr. Sands. She heard him thank the previous candidate for coming down to interview and when she heard him call her name, she slowly raised her head making sure she made eye contact and smiling brightly.  She was happy to see her smile returned by Mr. Sands.  In a split second decision, she slowly and seductively uncrossed her legs, opening them a little wider than necessary and holding her thighs open a slight bit longer than ordinary.  As she watched Jay’s eyes drop to the hem of her skirt, she again rejoiced a small victory in her mind.

Jay thought “Oh shit, is that a hint of red.  Damn, is she flashing me her panties!”  Jay caught himself quickly and raised his eye level in time to see Monica rising from her seat.  As their eyes locked again, Jay feared that she had caught him ogling her again in less than 24 hours.

As Monica approached Jay extended his hand and Monica returned the gesture, as they shared another elongated handshake.  The electricity that they both felt was readily apparent.

Jay directed Monica to take a seat directly across from him in a lounge chair as he took his seat behind the desk.  

They began the interview with the usual particulars about Monica’s experience and why she felt she well qualified for the position.  She proved to be an excellent scholar and just as importantly possessed a great personality that would serve her well in the investment banking industry.

Their conversation fell into an easy rhythm, as they hung on each other’s words and laughed together in the lighter moments.  As the conversation continued each party grew more attracted to other both mentally and physically.  From an outside observer it looked more like a great first date than an interview.




The Summer Banking Intern



As the meeting was winding down, Jay began to think if he should offer her the job on the spot and asked one closing question.

Jay began by saying “At times this position will include some mundane tasks such as filing or answering phones, are you willing to do those types of things?”

Sitting forward in her seat, causing her beautiful breast to press again her blouse, Monica replied “For this opportunity, I would be willing to do ANYTHING!”  As she spoke, Monica made sure that she was looked directly into Jay’s eyes to seal the deal.

As if in a trance, Jay stood up, extended his hand to Monica and said, “Congratulations, the job is yours.  You start right after finals!”

Excitedly, Monica jumped up and without thinking, hugged Jay, pressing her firm young body against his.  The surge of electricity that went through Jay’s body caused him to loose the professional nature of their meeting as he returned the hug.  His hand came to rest where the swell of ass met her tight tiny waist.  Simultaneously, Jay’s cock began to respond by swelling and twitching, as they both became aware of it because it was trapped between her soft thighs.

With their senses coming back to them at the same time, they both broke away from their embrace and dropped they eyes in a fleeting moment of guilt.

“Mr. Sands, thank you for the opportunity.  I will prove to you that you made a great choice.  Remember, I am willing to do any task that you will desire of me. Thank you. Thank you.”

“Ms. Sanchez, I am certain you will do great.  See you in a few weeks.” Jay responded.  With his response, Monica turned and began to walk out the room.  Again, Jay could not help himself but stare at her undulating ass.

As the door closed behind Monica, Jay thought to himself what he would give to play with her gorgeous body.  Then realizing that this young lady would be spending a 10-week internship at his beck and call, he wondered if his cock had gotten him in trouble.

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

Monica rushed back to her dorm room, hurrying home to deal with the ache between legs.  She could not believe how hot and bothered she had gotten from the brief physical contact between the two of them.

As she reached her door, her need for relief had overwhelmed her so much that she could barely get her keys straight to open her door.  Finally she gained enough composure to get her door open, she threw down her bag and keys in the corner of her room.  As the door closed behind her, Monica leaned back against it and quickly pulled up her tight pencil skirt.  As the skirt got caught around her luscious hips, Monica proceeded to wiggle her hips to get skirt up to her waist.  Eventually she was successful.

Her right hand found her moist box.  She was surprised by how damp her panties were, but she knew she needed relief. She reached her goal when her fingers found her clit, it was if she had been hit by a cattle prod.  A surge of electricity jolted through her body, her eyes rolled back in her head and guttural moan escaped her lips.  Never in her life had she ever came this quickly and this deeply.  Her knees weaken and she found herself collapsing to the floor.

Sprawled out on the floor on her stomach, Monica knew she needed further stimulation.  She quickly pulled aside the gusset of her panties with her left hand and jammed two fingers deep in her steaming hot cunt.  Again she was surprise at how easy and smoothly they sank into her core.  As she began to build a rhythm of fucking herself, her mind began to imagine that it was Jay positioned behind her pounding away at her womanhood.

To get the full sensation that she would expect from Jay, she added two more fingers in her pussy.  As she stretched her pussy over her fingers, she could only imagine this hunk of a man claiming and owning her.

Caught up in her fantasy, Monica exhaled and began to chant, “Oh Jay, Oh Jay, Oh Jay!”

The assault on her pussy began to produce its own sounds in the room.  The squelching sounds of her whole hand wedged in her pussy began to fill her ears.  If anyone where to walk into her room, they would find her sprawled on her stomach, panties ripped to the side and her whole fist buried in her pussy.  She was a woman possessed on orgasming!

As her orgasm overcame her again, all of her muscles locked up and louder than she would have expected she screamed, “This is your pussy, Jay!”

Soon afterwards she blacked out on her floor!

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

Jay unlocked the door to his penthouse apartment overlooking Central park.  After meeting with Monica, Jay spent the rest of his day visiting key accounts in Boston before catching a shuttle flight back to New York.  Arriving around 11pm, still an hour earlier than expected, Jay just knew that his whole house would be asleep.

Having to suppress his horniness from his meeting with Monica for the rest of the day, Jay was hoping he could retire to his office, open up his special photo collection and bust a huge nut before joining his wife in the bed.

As he set his bags down in the foyer, he decided he would at least check to see if his wife was asleep before getting on to his perverted plan.

As he quietly made his way through the apartment, he finally reached his bedroom and peered into the door.  He was pleasantly surprised to find a welcomed sight.

Sprawled out of the bed was his beautiful wife, Pauline, lying on her stomach in only a sexy pair of sheer black thong panties.  Opened in front of her was her laptop, which had a wide screen view of a home video they had made together.

Tiptoeing in so that Pauline would not notice him, Jay was finally able to clearly see the screen and was happy to see Pauline was watching herself trying to swallow his monster cock.  She was sloppily jamming the fat head deep in her throat while gripping the base.  With the volume fully up on the computer, they were both treated to the sounds of her greedily slurping on Jay’s cock and his deep moans of satisfaction.

In addition to the stimulus on the screen, Jay saw that Pauline had an arm under her body and unquestionably was playing with her pussy.

Silently, Jay began to strip of his clothes.  He was able to get stark naked without Pauline noticing his presence.

As Pauline began to swallow about 7” of his 10” on the screen, her body began to move more intensely on the bed.  Undoubtedly, playing more fervently with her pussy, as she enjoyed the action on the screen.

Jay moved closer to the bed and softly asked “Would you like to recreate the action on the screen, live and in color!”

Absolutely, startled by his voice, Pauline quickly turned over and screamed out loud!  Her heart began pounding in her chest from Jay sneaking up on her and her first reaction was that she was in danger.  As she settled on her back and realized it was her husband in the room with her, her eyes dropped down and gazing at his huge beautiful black cock a few feet from her.  Her legs having splayed open when she turned over displayed her drench cunt behind her sheer panties.

Breathing heavily and coming to her senses, Pauline involuntarily licked her lips, as she realized that Jay was ready to fuck!

Sensing Pauline had calmed down, Jay climbed on the bed, walking across it until he was straddling his wife’s upper body.  Though she was still heaving from being startled, Jay knew that he was in total control.  He placed his right hand on the top of her head and grabbed his aching cock with his left.  The unspoken communication of the two, caused Pauline to open her mouth nice and wide and stick out her tongue, as her husband place the bulbous head of his cock right on top of it.

Coaxing her head forward with his hand, Pauline’s luscious lips surrounded Jay’s mushroom head, as she began to suck his cock into her mouth.  The warm sensation of her mouth sent shivers up Jay’s spine.  His cock having harden multiple times during the day thinking about Monica, had finally found a warm wet spot to inhabit.

Continuing to put pressure on her back of her head, as well as thrust his hips forward, Jay sank a good 5” of his dick in his wife’s mouth, feeling the head hit the roof of her mouth.  He gently withdrew his dick until his cockhead rested on her bottom lip.  Reversing once again, Jay slowly pushed his cock back in.  This time feeling his head wedge into the opening of her throat.

For her efforts, Pauline could feel her gag reflex be challenged and felt the salvia glands in her mouth begin to work in overdrive.  As Jay pulled back out, the salvia from Pauline’s mouth began to pool around his cock and fall outside of her lips.

Jay began to build a rhythm of pushing and pulling his cock in and out of his wife’s mouth.  Pauline braced herself with her hands holding her upper body upon her elbow as she lay in her bed.  Her eyes were locked into staring into Jay’s eyes.

Jay’s hips began to pick up speed as he proceeded to fuck his wife’s beautiful face.  Continuing to reach resistance as he cock reaches the opening of his wife’s throat, he was determined to get her to swallow the whole thing which she had managed on occasion.

Pauline knew that she needed to relax, never before had her husband been so determined to fuck her face.  As she relaxed her throat, she finally felt Jay’s cock slip down her throat. On the latest down stroke, Jay pushed his cock all the way in, feeling his full balls resting gently rest against her chin.

“Oh fuck, Pauline, you swallowed it”, Jay exclaimed excitedly.

As he pulled his cock all the way out of her mouth, Pauline gasped for her breath.  Having swallowed her husband’s huge cock gave her a great sense of pride, as well as a flooded pussy.

Jay kneeled down and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.

“Baby, thank you! Let me return the favor!!”, Jay whispered.

As his lips left her mouth, he began to plant soft kisses and licks all across her neck.  He continued to kiss her collarbone before moving lower until he was faced with her magnificent breast.  As he inserted Pauline’s right nipple into his mouth, he heard her respond with a deep moan.  He sucked, pulled and nibbled on her nipples, which he knew drove her crazy.  So crazy that she responded by rubbing her clit through her panties.

Slapping her hand away, Jay smiled at Pauline and said, “Let me help you with that.”

As he position himself between her thighs, he could feel the heat emanating from her covered sex.  Dipping his head down further, he planted a soft kiss on her clit through her panties.  The energy coursing through Pauline’s body caused her hips to fly up off the bed and thrust her pussy into Jay’s face.  Simultaneously, her hands shoot up to grab his shaved head.

Trapped between his wife’s thighs, Jay began to suck the juice right through her flimsy panties.  Having been so turned on by having Jay’s cock in her throat, Pauline was leaking pussy juice everywhere.

Frustrated that he could not get at her treasure easily, Jay shoved Pauline’s thighs apart and then with ease ripped her thong from her body.  Displayed before him was her fully shaved brown pussy.  Her excitement cause her clit to be fully engorged and her beautiful flower laid wide open.

Drinking in her scent, Jay slowly licked from her lower lips to the top.  Gently, he sucked her clit into his mouth and caused another jolt of energy to course through his wife’s body.  As he repeated these moves, he could hear his wife’s breathing pattern began to change.

Knowing that Pauline was beginning to show signs of a pending orgasm, he began to redouble his efforts with her clit.  Kissing, sucking and nibbling her nub, she began to groan and moan more urgently.

“Oh, fuck, suck my pussy,” yelled Pauline.  “Right there, right there, right there!!!!”

Jay used his last trick to take her over the top and shoved two of his huge fingers up her sweet pussy.

“Oh, Fuck, finger my pussy,” exclaimed Pauline “OH FUCK, I am CUUUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG!”  With orgasm overcoming her,  Pauline’s thighs locked onto Jay’s head and pinned his hand and fingers deep in her cunt.  All Jay could do was ride out her orgasm.

When her body finally went limp after her intense orgasm, Jay was able to extricate himself from her pussy.  As he climbed to his knees, he saw that his wife was laying limp with her eyes closed.  After full body orgasms, she would often pass out for a short time.  Jay cracked a smile knowing he still had it.  He also knew his cock was hard as steel and had been that way all day.  He needed relief!

He crawled to his knees and began to line up his massive tool to her pussy.  He knew she was plenty wet enough and was going to get some pussy if she was awake or not.  As his thick mushroom head began to split her pussy lips, he heard Pauline begin to whimper.  As he increase the pressure and slid the whole head in, a low guttural moan escaped her lips.  He kept pushing, he continued to sink thick inch after thick inch into his wife.  

After about half of his dick was in, he could feel her pussy tighten around him.  She needed to adjust to the stretch his dick was giving her.  He eased about an inch out and then without warning slammed his hips hard towards her body.  The tension gave way and Jay slammed all of his 10” cock in her.  Pauline’s eye popped open, as she felt like all the air in her body had been sucked out of her.  Feeling his balls rest against her ass cheeks, Jay decided to fuck his wife with no mercy!

Jay began to saw his thick man meat in and out of his wife.  She was now back awake and loved the feeling of his log buried in her snatch.  As his pumping begin to get more urgent, Pauline grabbed onto his muscular frame and relished the great sensation she was feeling.

Pumping harder and harder, the bedsprings began to sing the sweet music of this beautiful couple fucking each other’s brains out!

Jay began talking to his wife, “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours Jay, this is your muthafuckin’ pussy,” replied Pauline.

He asked again and Pauline shouted, “YOUR PUSSY, PLEASE POUND YOUR PUSSY!”

Spurred on by her replies, Jay began to fuck his cock into Pauline as hard and deep as possible.  He pulled out until only the head rested inside of her juicy pussy lips and then violently slammed back until he was balls deep.  He thought to himself how much he loved being inside her warm wet pussy.  However, he wanted to fully own her and had a plan.

On his next upstroke, he pulled all the way out of his wife.  Feeling the empty feeling, Pauline opened her eyes again and gave Jay a questioning look.

Jay yelled “turn over and stick that ass up in the air!”  Not understanding his request and moving too slowly, Jay grabbed Pauline’s body and easily flipped her over.  Once on her stomach, Jay grabbed her hips and pulled them up.  She was now in the classic position with her head down and her beautiful bubble butt stuck up in the air.

Finally catching on, Pauline excitedly said, “Oh yeah Jay, claim your pussy.  Fuck the shit out of me, baby!”  Mesmerized by the sight of his wife’s beautiful caramel ass, Jay raised his hand a slapped it.  He loved to see it sway and ripple when he smacked it.

For her part, Pauline screamed from both the pleasure and pain of the hit.  “Oh yeah, claim it, if you are man, Jay,” she chided him.

Grabbing her left hip with his left hand and his cock with his right hand, Jay scooted forward to line his angry rock hard cock up with her moist lips.  With an athletic lunge, Pauline’s pussy lips give way to the pressure and Jay smoothly reentered her pussy, gliding all the way in until his balls banged against her clit.

Now with both of his hands on her hips, Jay begins to violently pump his member deep into her pussy.  From this angle, he was now able to get maximum depth, working his cockhead deep into her womb.

This added stimulation causes Pauline’s head to thrash back and forth.  Her moans were so sporadic and guttural that it is as if she is speaking in the tongues.

Jay refuses to allow this to throw him off his game.  He was locked into destroying her pussy and just hammered away at her from behind.  He loved to see himself slide in and out, watching to her round ass jiggle each time his hips make contact at the bottom of the stroke.

Emboldened by the fact that he was fucking the hell out his wife Jay begins to talk shit.

“THIS IS MY MUTHAFUCKIN PUSSY!”

“YOU’RE GOING TO WALK FUNNY FOR A WEEK!”

“I AM GOING TO PUT THIS ALL THE WAY IN YOU STOMACH!”

“CUM FOR ME BABY, GIVE ALL THAT PUSSY TO DADDY!”

Slap, slap, slap was the overriding sound as their hips collided over and over again. Sweat glistened off of each of their bodies, as their fucking has turn into aerobic exercise.

Jay’s huge cock was assaulting his wife’s womanhood with such speed that their combined juice were squelching out everywhere with each thrust.  The sensation in Jay’s loins began to build, as he could feel his balls began to clench as his pending orgasm surged up his big cock!

He empathically asks “I can feel this nut coming on, where do you want me to cum?”

Pauline still overcome by the intense fucking could not properly respond.

“Where do you want this huge load, baby?”

“I want to swallow it, Jay. I want to swallow it,” Pauline says just as another orgasm surges through her body.

Jay pumped four more times to ride out her orgasm and then jumped out of her pussy until he is standing on the bed.  Pauline responded by rolling over and getting up on her knees.  Jay began stroking his cock to get to completion.  Pauline opened her mouth and gently licks the underside of the head of his dick.  

This sent Jay over the top.  He grabbed her head and planted a few inches of his cock in her mouth.  Almost simultaneously, he fired off his first large load of cum filling Pauline’s mouth.  As a small amount began to spill out, she quickly began swallowing.  Jay kept firing and Pauline kept swallowing.  They feel into a nice rhythm and not another drop of Jay’s thick rich cum was spilled.  

Jay finally finished cumming, but enjoyed his wife gently sucking on his cockhead milking the last little bit of cum out of his balls.

He ultimately fell down next to his wife and embraced her.

Both feeling content, Pauline broke the silence and said, “Welcome home.”

They both laughed just before they fell into a deep sleep.

********

On a steamy Friday afternoon in New York, Monica strode confidently into the high rise in the financial district.  Six weeks had passed since Jay had offered her the internship and more importantly, Monica was concluding her week on the job.

The first week had been a whirlwind of activity, meeting all the various people she was going to work with, learning on the various computer systems and becoming accustomed to the specific tasks she was going to be responsible for during her tenure in the office.

During the week, she had spent very little time with Jay due to his hectic schedule.  On a few occasions, he checked in with her asking her how things were coming along.  These occasions though short, were still filled with the intense sexual energy that was present during their previous meetings.

As Thursday was coming to an end, Jay walked out of his office to take a bathroom break.  Lost in his thoughts about a pending deal meeting the following week, he was stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell upon Monica.

Working on some filing, Monica was bent over at the waist sorting through some papers in a lower drawer.  Monica beautiful ass was only 10 feet from Jay and seeing it created a strong desire in him.  She was dressed in a tight red form fitting skirt that accentuated her great hips and meaty ass cheeks.  Staring intently, Jay was certain that he could make out the faint lines of a thong underneath her skirt.




The Summer Banking Intern



In a light bulb moment, Jay walked back into his office and made a ruckus so that Monica would know he was coming out.  Once he stepped back into the hallway, Jay was happy to find her standing upright and smiling in his direction.

“Monica, how is everything going?” Jay asked.

“Mr. Sands, things are great.  Thanks again for this opportunity.  I am so grateful,” Monica replied.  The sparkle in her eye unnerved Jay a bit, but also excited him as well.

“Well, I know we have not had a chance to chat since you joined us.  How about we have lunch tomorrow in my office?”

“I would love to,” Monica said in a hurry.

“Great, come by around 12:30 and I will have my assistant cater a meal.  Anything in particular you like to eat?”

“I will eat anything.  I am not one of those dainty girls that only eat salads in the company of men.  I need a little meat with my meals” Monica said with a sly smile.

Her statement was not lost on Jay, who smiled in return, but also began to stroll to the restroom to avoid showing the slight rise in his pants from his hardening cock.

As he strode away, he said “I’ll make sure there is plenty of meat for you to enjoy.”

Both parties were secretly excited by tomorrow’s date.

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Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in”, Jay stated.

As he returned to his phone conversation, Jay was stunned by the sweet smell of perfume as his door open.  The smell so delighted him that he closed his eyes to savor the sweet smell more intently with his sense of smell.

When he reopened his eyes, he now had to come to the grips of beauty that was waltzing into his office.  Starting at the top, Jay noticed that Monica beautiful brown hair was perfectly pulled back in to a nice ponytail that fell pass her shoulders.  With her hair out of her face, her absolutely gorgeous face was on full display.  Her sparkling light brown eyes, flawlessly sculpted nose and full beautiful red lips covered in light lip gloss all came together perfectly.

Her beautiful neck led to her awesome cleavage.  Dressed in form fitting blue pinstripe blouse strategically unbutton to show her full breast peeking out.  The way the shirt hugged her body, Jay was certain that her 38DD’s were pressed into a bra that was a size or two too small.

Moving lower, Jay was delighted to see her bulging breast move into her tight waist.  Her tight shirt was tucked into another tight navy blue skirt, however different than yesterday as the skirt fell past her hips it begins to flare out and stopped around mid thigh.  On display were Monica’s powerful thighs and great calves.  Her feet were wrapped in a fabulous pair of 5” navy blue eel skin heels.  Seeing how great Monica looked, Jay was happy that his office was sound proof and with a push of a button his door would lock.  He chuckled to himself when he pressed the button at his desk and locked the door.

Taking in all of this information, Jay felt like he was staring at Monica for 15 minutes.  He was snapped back into reality by the person on the phone asking if he was listening.  He coughed and laughed and tried to pretend he was paying attention.  He stated that he got all the information that he needed and he stated he would follow up next week.  Pleasantries were exchanged and the call was ended.

“Monica, come on in.  Make yourself comfortable” Jay said.  

He gestured to the glass conference table near his office window.  On the table was their lunch.  Monica sauntered over to the table and as she passed Jay, he could not help but stare at her ass undulating in her tight skirt.

Monica smiled to herself for two reasons.  She was sure Jay was checking her out from behind.  She also laughed because Jay had ordered a beef, chicken and pork entrée.  There was plenty of meat on the table.

Monica decided to take the chair nearer to the window.  As she got near her chair, she sensed that Jay was directly behind her.

“Here let me get that for you”, Jay stated.

To avoid running her over, Jay lightly placed his right hand on the small of her back, while grabbing the back of the chair with his left and pulling it out for Monica.  Impressed by his chivalry, Monica stepped into her seat and allowed Jay to put the chair in place, as she sat down.  Jay then walked to the other side of the table and sat down directly across from Monica.

“As you can see, I made sure we had plenty of food today particularly a lot of meat.”

Monica giggled at his play on words and smiled back warmly at Jay.

As they both fixed their plates, they began to chat about the first week on the job for Monica.  Jay was excited to hear that she was fitting in well and had already exceeded his expectations for her performance thus far. He spent some more time explaining to her his career path and his personal goals for the future with the firm.  Enjoying the good food and good company they again connected as if they had been friends for a long time.

At one point, Monica was excitedly explaining her schedule of classes for the next semester at Harvard when she uncrossed her legs very casually.  Being that table they were eating on was a glass table, Jay found himself glancing down through the table to see her wonderful legs move apart.  As she unfolded her legs, Monica set her feet down flat on the ground, but deliberately about a foot apart.  Acting as if she was oblivious, she also took the opportunity to leave her legs slightly spread apart.  This position allowed Jay a glance between her thighs, where he was treated to flash of her bright yellow pinstriped panties.

His mouth went instantly dry and his cock instantly responded.  As Monica kept droning on, it gave Jay an opportunity to glance up to see if she had caught him staring.  Playing her role deftly, Monica gave no outward appearance that she was aware that she was giving Jay a clear view of her panty covered pussy.

Jay could not believe what he was seeing, this sexual goddess was flashing her most intimate area of her body.  Jay felt his lust surge through his body and he knew if given the chance he had to sample her charms.

“Mr. Sands, this organization is amazing and in doing my homework it is easy to see that you are going to keep climbing the ranks here.  I promise to work diligently for you.  I would be willing to do anything you ask”, Monica rambled.

The word “anything” hung in the air as soon as Monica uttered it, the two locked eyes.  Monica cracked a coy smile at the conclusion of her sentence.  Jay thought that she was obviously flirting with him and decided he would begin to test her limits.

“Anything you say?”, said Jay.  “That is awfully large statement to make Ms. Sanchez. Be careful, I may call you on it!”

“I am not scared, you have been so generous to me, I would do ANYTHING to repay you.  If you are man enough then try me!”

Jay swallowed hard at the insinuation that Monica was making.  This young lady was pushing all of his buttons and he knew that he was beginning to think with the head in his pants and not the one on his shoulders.

As they stared into each other’s eyes, Monica seductively licked her lips.  This move made Jay’s rock hard cock, lurch forward.

“Wow, It is not often that I am speechless,” Jay began.  “Maybe I will test you.  Answer this question.  What do you like in a lover?”

“I love strong confident men.  Men that aren’t afraid to take control.  He should be handsome, athletic and smart.  Oh yeah, I love my man to be hung like a horse.  What do you like in a lover?”

Jay felt the like someone had turned up the temperature in the room.  His whole body was on fire.  The brain in his head was telling to get control of himself and to stop this escalating situation.  His throbbing cock was telling him to show this young lady what he was packing in his pants.

“I like sexy confident woman, who aren’t afraid to display their sexuality.  I like my lovers to be daring and open to all kinds of ideas.  I have a panty fetish and love to take photos of my lovers.  Oh yeah, I like my woman to have a fat, juicy, round ass!”

With that response, Jay had to acknowledge that his cock was totally in control of the situation.

The silence in the air added to the tension.  After a few short moments, Monica slowly stood up from her chair, maintaining eye contact the whole time.  She took a few short steps until she was an arm’s length away from Jay.  She slowly turned until her back was facing Jay.  Her beautiful round ass tightly packed in her skirt, she looked back over her shoulder and asked, “Does my ass meet your requirements?”

“So far it looks great, but I might need a better look to really answer the question,” Jay replied.

Both of them knew the next move would take them officially over the line.  They could stop now and chalk everything up to this point as harmless flirting.  However, if they continued they were heading to an illicit encounter.

The ball was in Monica’s court.  Jay wondered what she would do next.

Monica knew exactly what she wanted.  She knew Jay was smart, sexy, rich and powerful.  If she could seduce him, she knew she would be able to achieve the type of success she so desperately wanted.

After what felt like hours to Jay, Monica slowly bent forward and placed her hands on the hem of her skirt.  She began to slowly work her skirt up her thighs.  As the skirt kept moving up more of her caramel brown thighs came into view.  Jay thought he had died and gone to heaven.

When her skirt reached to an inch below her ass, Monica began to shake her hips seductively.  “Are you ready Jay,” she asked.

With cat having Jay’s tongue, all he could do was nod his head.

Monica smiled and giggled to herself.  She knew she had him.

She pulled again and slowly pulled her skirt higher.  Jay was treated to seeing the bottom half of her J Lo like ass encased in her tight Victoria Secret yellow pinstripe bikini panties.  The golden brown tone of her ass looked fabulous in these panties.  Ultimately, Monica raised the skirt until it pooled around her waist above the waistband of her panties.  Jay’s mouth was literally watering thinking of the fun he could have with her.

“What do you think now”, Monica asked.

“Baby, you have a world class ass.  You more than make the grade” Jay blurted out.

“Maybe you would like to save this view for future reference.  Would you like to take a picture?”  Monica was delving deep into Jay’s desires knowing she was working her plan.

Shocked by her offer, it took a moment for it to register with Jay.  Once he understood her, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone4 and snapped a few photos of her ass.

“You like those pics?”

“Oh Gawd, these are awesome.  Thank you so much”, Jay replied as he thumb through the shots.

Lost in his photos he did not notice that Monica had turned around with her skirt still hiked up around her waist.  When he looked up, Jay’s mouth literally dropped open as he was lucky to see Monica’s beautiful panty covered pussy.  The “V” created by low cut panty and gorgeous thighs was blowing Jay’s mind.  Still working her plan Monica whispered, “Go ahead take a photo!”  Jay felt like a kid in a candy store and began snapping away with his iPhone4 again.

Again lost in his phone, Jay didn’t notice that Monica had pulled her blouse free from her skirt and was unbuttoning it.  By time he looked up again, she was shrugging her blouse off her shoulders.  As the blouse hit the ground, Monica was a vision of beauty.  Her beautiful face shining brightly.  Her bronze tits were encased in yellow lacy half cup bra that showed a hint of her large dark nipples.  Around her dainty waist hung her bunched up skirt.  Draped around her hips were her low rise panties and lastly her strong shapely legs ended in her sexy high heels.

“Like what you see, Jay?”

“You are breath taking Monica.  You know that I am married right?”

“I know and who cares, say the word and I will get dressed and leave”, Monica stated.

Jay swallowed hard again and continued to stare.  When he did not say a thing or move, Monica stepped forward and placed her hands on the arms of Jay’s chair.  Slightly bent forward, she was now face to face with Jay.  Staring into his eyes, Monica leaned forward and gently touched her lips to his.

A slight moan escaped from Jay’s throat.  He could not believe this beautiful creature was available to him.  Her young nubile body had just given him so much pleasure from just getting a peak was now within his grasp.

The two began to kiss and peck each other.  The kisses grew more passionate until they began to tentatively explore each other’s mouth with their respective tongues.  Jay lifted his hand and gently placed it on her face as he continued to get great pleasure from kissing Monica.

Monica pulled away and stood up straight.  She placed her hands on her hips and sensually swayed her hips.  She said, “Jay what do you want?”

“I want”, Jay muttered before clearing his throat.  “I want to fuck the shit out of you,” he continued.

“Mmmmmmm…are you man enough to fuck the shit of me.  Are you packing what I need?”

“That is for me to know and you to find out”, Jay said confidently with a smirk.

Again leaning forward, Monica placed her hand on Jay’s expensive Gucci belt.  She carefully unbuckled his belt then the clasp holding his dress slacks together.  Next she pulled down the tab on his zipper.  With her eyes still staring into Jay’s, she pulled his shirt tail out of his pants.  She gently placed her hand on his rock hard abs and found herself impressed.  As her hand traveled lower, she could feel the heat emanating from his crotch.  

As she felt the waistband of his boxer, she knew she was getting close.  Next, she bumped into the head of his cock confined in his boxers.  She audibly gasped at the sheer size of the head and her eyes immediately shot downward to get a glimpse.  The huge mushroom head spread across her palm, she had never felt anything so big.  She immediately reached into the slit of boxers and grabbed the shaft.  It was so hot and hard that she had to see it.  It was so thick that she could not get her hands around it.  She tried to yank it through the hole, but could not get it to cooperate.

Frustrate she yelled a Jay to “lift your ass and get these fuckin’ pants and boxers off!”

Jay laughed and lifted up.  Monica desperately yanked down his pants and boxers, as she fell to her knees with Jay’s pants and boxers pooled around his ankles.

Monica stared at the most virile, strong, hard and huge piece of manhood in her life.  At 10” long and almost as thick as a soda can Monica’s confidence waned for a moment.  What had she gotten herself into?  She wondered how the hell she was going to handle this entire dick!

“Alright, Monica here is your special assignment.  Suck my cock!”

Monica being a good girl followed his instruction.  Grabbing the base of this massive cock, she tilted the head towards her mouth.  She began by gently licking the head and cleaning up all the clear precum seeping out.  She savored the flavor and lightly sucked on head some more to get some more of the gooey secretion.

Feeling Monica’s tight grip on the base of his cock and her luscious lips make contact with his rock hard cock, Jay feels a surge of energy through his body.  He was again overwhelmed thinking about using the 20 year body for his pleasure.

Talking to herself, Monica pumped herself up by saying that she had to swallow this monster, so that she can completely own this man.  He is the key to her future career and if she can control his dick, she can control him.

Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she enveloped the head of Jay’s cock.  The warmth of his skin felt so good in her mouth.  She began her blowjob by running her tongue along the underside of the ridge of the head.  This action resulted in a deep throaty moan out of Jay.   Using her hand to hold it steady, Monica stuffed about 4” of cock into her mouth.  She could feel the large head bang against the roof of her mouth.

“Mmmmph….mmmmph…mmmmmph,” Monica moaned as she work the first 4” of Jay’s cock in and out of her mouth.  She was working hard to get his dick as wet as possible to take the next step.  On her fourth down stroke, she pressed down hard and felt the head nudge up against her throat opening about 6” down on his cock.

Having felt that pressure, Jay thrust his hips slightly forward catching Monica off guard and sinking an inch down in her throat unexpectedly.  She jerked her head back having felt Jay trigger her gag reflex and let his throbbing cock fall out of her mouth.

“Man enough, huh”, Jay joked.

“Damn, that is a King Kong size cock, but I will swallow it whole.  You can bet your ass on it!”

“I rather bet you beautiful ass on it.  You swallow it and I will do anything you want!”

Monica threw her hand up and said, “bet!”  Jay responded by shaking her hand and saying, “if you can’t swallow the whole thing in the next 5 minutes then I get whatever I want.  Now or in the future!”  Monica agreed with a nod and a handshake.

Monica now more determined grabbed the base of Jay’s cock and plunged her mouth back down on it.  She let the head bounce off the opening of her throat a few times.  She knew she needed to relax if she was going to swallow this monster.  As she tried to coax herself into a state of relaxation, Jay swiveled his hips and jabbed her throat again with his cock, catching her off guard again. This caused her gag reflex to be engaged again, sending her coughing and spitting again and Jay erupted in a hearty laugh.

Monica was pissed now and said, “Fuck you, you are not playing fair! Stay still cheater!”

“I am not cheating.  I am trying to help you out.  I will stay still, but you are in trouble if you think you can swallow this big boy.  You now only have 4 minutes left”, Jay replied.

Monica redoubled her efforts and starting sucking his cock like it was her last meal.  She was slobbering all on the head to get it really wet.  Again gripping the base, she stuffed about 6”in until the head slip into the entrance of her throat.  Breathing through her nose, she began to relax her throat muscles and was able to squeeze another 2” into her throat.  Never had she felt her throat stretched so wide.  The pressure was so much that it began to cause her eyes to tear.  She still had 2 more inches hanging outside of her lips.

She could not handle it her throat any longer and pulled back off of it.  Her worst nightmare was realized, she knew she could not swallow this monster.  With tears in her eyes she looked back up at Jay and found him grinning back at her.

“Sweetheart, you have about a minute and half.  Do you want to take another swipe at it”, Jay asked.

Monica bowed her head, she knew she was defeated and giving another go would be futile.  Meekly she said, “Forget it, you win Jay.  I will do whatever you want.”

“It’s okay.  Let’s enjoy ourselves today and I will collect later.  Get back to working on this cock for a while!”

Monica resumed by licking Jay’s dick from base to tip.  She marveled at how long and hard it was.  After quite a few licks, she dipped her head again and began to suck on his balls.  The sensation caused Jay to yell “Oh fuck, that’s it babe, suck on my big balls.  I got a huge load for you!”

Spurred on my Jay’s words, she continued to work over Jay’s balls, loving the feeling of his huge hairy balls in her mouth.  While licking his balls, she used both hands to stroke Jay’s big black billy club.

Jay could feel his nuts churning and the cum in his balls bubbling.  He knew that his body was responding to her ministrations and that his orgasm was beginning to build.  He did not want to bust a nut without have sampled Monica’s pussy!

“Damn girl, you are so good! Fuck you got me fired up!”