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Summertime

By: alphaboo



When I was in my teens tube tops were very popular. I always wondered why because I thought they looked like a very risky bit of clothing. I even remember once when one girl pulled another girls' tube top down at a party, but unfortunately her back was to everyone else in the room so the only person whose saw her breasts was the girl who pulled the top down.

I used to work with a woman who explained to me why women, or at least why she, loved to wear tube tops. When I heard what she told me I was shocked because she was a fairly religious person who went to church every Sunday as well as doing volunteer work for the church. She was very pretty, about 5’7” with nice firm breasts that looked like they were about a 36B. She always wore either t-shirts or very soft looking turtlenecks. When she wore the turtlenecks she didn’t wear a bra. 

One day we got onto the subject of tube tops. She had said that she wished she could wear tube tops to work and then giggled. I asked what was so funny and she told me that the best part of wearing tube tops was the possibility that they might fall down exposing your breasts. She told me this never happened to her but she always wanted it to happen . Since it never happened by accident she decided that she would have to help it fall down. 

One night after everyone had been drinking for awhile she told all the guys that she could climb a fence faster then they could. They accepted the challenge. When every one lined up for the contest and no-one was looking, she hooked her top to the fence so it would be pulled down as she climbed up. Unfortunately for her when she started to climb the fence the top didn’t get pulled down, it got ripped in half and was left hanging on the fence. 

When she realized what happened she did the worse thing possible, she screamed. This made everyone, both the guys and girls, turn to see what happened and saw her exposed breasts. Luckily one of her girlfriends was wearing a button-up shirt over her t-shirt and gave it to her. She told me that it was one of the most sexually exciting moments of her life.

That wasn’t the story I had intended to tell. The following story is the story I had in mind when I started writing this. I think you will see why I like this story better. 

I knew this girl in high school who was a big flirt. She also was a bit of a tease showing a little skin here and there but never really showing anything. Her teasing was harmless and fun so no-one was upset by it. At the time this happened she was dating a friend of mine who claimed he never did anything more than makeout with her. Everyone who knew her was pretty sure no-one had even touched her breasts either over or under her shirt, let alone seen them.

One night it was just the two of use alone in a small park in my neighborhood. I don’t remember why we were alone but I think it was because we no longer had curfews since we were both now 18 and everyone else was still 17 and still had curfews. It was the August after we had finished High School and I had just turned 18 a few days before. We were drinking some beers (the drinking age was 18 then) and we were both getting a little bit drunk. She was wearing jeans and a tube top. Not that it matters but I was wearing jeans and a Ramones t-shirt.

We were just talking and she suddenly said she was going to tell me a story she had never told anyone. She said that since it was my birthday just a couple of days ago it was my birthday present. I wondered how much of a birthday present a story was but didn’t say anything. The story was very short but went as follows. 

She told me that she and her cousin went to Coney Island for the Fourth of July. She told me she was wearing the same tube top she was now wearing. I wondered why this was important, and you may wonder why as well. They went on a lot of rides but the last ride was a ride that would start spinning and pin you to the wall so you couldn’t move (this is the same ride that is in the urban legends about the man who hand gets trapped over his mouth and suffocates). 

The ride started and as it built up speed she started to feel her tube top slide down. It slowly slide down until it was just covering her nipples. She said at this point no-one knew what was going on , but if the ride didn’t stop soon her nipples would be showing. She told me that all the while the tube top was sliding down she was trying to will it to stay up. She hoped it would stay up until the ride stopped. 

Unfortunately, the ride wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Then out of nowhere, she started feeling excited. She thought what if it did come all the way down and everyone saw her topless? No-one could blame her because it wasn’t her fault. They would all feel sorry for her. Now that she was excited and wanted her top to come down it was staying in place. Her now hard nipples were keeping the top up.

As much as she was pinned to the wall she tried to wiggle around as much as possible and it did the trick, her tits popped out. She wasn’t sure if anyone noticed so when the ride ended she acted like she didn’t know her top had come down until an older woman ran over and pulled it up. 

I saw something like this a few days ago in Manhattan. A woman in a halter top carrying a package had one of her breasts totally exposed because the halter top slipped down under it. She noticed right away and calmly put the package down and tucked her wayward breast back in. She then noticed me noticing her and said did you like what you saw? I said yes and she said thank you. I love the things that can happen in Manhattan.

She then told me she went back to the ride two other times but the top wouldn’t slide down and she couldn’t figure a way to force it to slide down while making it looking accidental.

Now back then I was very shy with women so I don’t know why or how I got the nerve to do what I did next. She had stood up to show me how she looked pinned to the wall of the ride. After she finished the story I stood up and grabbed her tube top by the sides and started to pull it down. I acted like it was just a joke and that I wouldn’t have really pulled it down but to my surprise she let out a moan and said please pull it down slowly.

I did it as slowly as I could and soon her small lovely dark nipples popped out. He breasts were small, about a 32A, but I liked small breasts. I put my mouth over her breast and licked her small rock hard nipple. After a minute she stopped me, brought my head up to hers’ and kissed me for about five minutes, then stopped and said she had to go home. I was never with her again, and I never told anyone about it but whenever she wore a tube top she always smiled at me. 

Summertime



A hot summer day where your only choices are to swim or to stay in the shadow. Obviously you can't wear anything but swimming suits and there are times when even a bikini is a drag. I'm talking; hot!

On such a day, I was cooling myself at the bar with a drink. I had only black bikinis on. My dear friends were at the mall, shopping for bikinis or whatever. I was thinking of keeping my skin dry until they arrived, but it just got too hot and I had to get into the sea.

There were familiar guys in the sea. I guess they were playing water-polo, they didn't notice me, not even Josh... He's the hottest guy around here and always busy with ladies. Being totally ignored, I decided I'd swim a little and reach the boat that belonged to a neighbor. It wasn't far away and I had plenty of time, so I was taking my time and swimming slowly.

It was then I felt somebody's hand on my leg. I turned around to see who it was; what a surprise: Josh! He got onto the surface and grinned at me. I would've slapped him if he was just a guy, but I didn't... He had a questioning look, which I knew exactly what it meant. As I nodded, he pressed his body against me in the water and we started kissing. Then he dived and I felt his hands wandering all over my body. He pulled me down also and we hugged each other underwater. I wrapped my legs around him, making it impossible for him to step back, not that he wanted to... He slid his hands onto my back; he was about to untie the knot of my bikini, but I stopped him. He said ok and his hands went down on me, from my back to my ass, slowly going down my cheeks. A second later, his fingers found their way inside and split my lips, reaching deep down inside of me.

I was really enjoying it. Rubbing my body at the level of his crotch and seeing his expression told me he was also having fun. I hugged him tightly and kissed him. Then my hands were going down his body. I reached inside his shorts, finding exactly what I wanted. He stopped kissing and asked if I'd ever done it underwater. I have done it a few times, but I didn't want to spoil it, so I said "No, but I'm really curious about it actually. " That caused both of us to grin. The boat was only a few yards ahead, but we were hesitating, whether we should swim to it, or just stay where we were.

He reached to my ear and slowly whispered: "Let's continue where we'll have more privacy." My friends could arrive any minute and I had to be with them. So I said:

"I think it'll be better if we waited until it got dark. Nobody would notice we were gone then. Plus girls will probably be out, so you can come over and stay as much as you like. What do you say?"

"Sounds great baby. What time will you be free? "

"How is nine? I'll send the girls out; hopefully make up an excuse..."

"O.K. then, I'll see you at nine o'clock." 

He gave me a little kiss and then swam by his friends. I smiled after him, then got out to dry myself. Soon the girls came. As usual, my lovely girlfriend Natalie showed up first, wearing that totally revealing bikini of hers. She has this amazing body, with great boobs and perfect hips. I would know what other greatness she has, but it's irrelevant at the moment. She knows she's got it, so she shows it off. 

"Hey there, girlfriend, what's with the suit? Are you checking somebody out? " I asked.

"Of course not, who here is worth to be checked out, except for Josh, but he's old news now... No, I was actually hoping I'd run into you before the others arrived."

"Why? Haven't you had enough shopping?" I said, chuckling.

"I've had enough of shopping, finally; but there's something else I need, which I can get only from you baby."

"Oh yeah?"

With that, we walked to our house. Our whole gang lives in the same house; don't get me wrong though; we're only six girls, not a huge number or anything... There's me *Nicole*, Natalie, Christina, Katie, Jennifer and Samantha. Shortly to the point, we're all bisexuals; not that it stands out too much. We avoid exposure as much as possible.

Because of my little encounter with Josh, I was already turned on, so I didn't really stand a chance of resistance against Natalie, not with a body like hers. Even the sight of her excites me and usually I get the same kind of response from the people.

As soon as we got to the house, we locked the door and turned on some loud music, to prevent the neighbors from disturbance. It pays off to take precautions. The next instant Natalie was coming over to me. We actually didn't care where we were. In the living room she got hold of me and her hands immediately began moving over my body, up and down constantly. As we began kissing, we untied the knots of our bikini tops. In seconds, they were off and Natalie lowered her head, licking my nipple and almost swallowing it in her mouth. This really drives me crazy and is the best trick to turn me on. While still standing, she fondled and kissed my breasts, rolling her tongue over my nipples. They got as hard as stones really quickly as they got wet in her mouth. 

My lips never get enough of hers, so I invited her up for a minute. As we were kissing, I slowly pushed her into the bedroom and onto the bed. I watched her, for a second before leaning on her. She only had a small, thong-like bikini bottom. I slowly got on top of her and pressed my body against hers. Our boobs were rubbing each other and only a little fabric stood between our common targets. 

As she spread her legs, the little fabric seemed to shrink even more and I could actually feel every curve of her. My hand slowly made its way down on her, wandering over her sexy body and slowly reaching inside her. Her lips were already wet and inviting. She closed her eyes as my fingers entered her. I was going deep in her and she started moaning. As I started to rub my fingers harder on her walls, I felt them slightly shaking. In a matter of seconds I reached her G-spot which was the peak for her. After a little more shaking, she quietly came, getting so wet that I could slide my hand inside. However I didn't stop until she came one more time. That took a little help of my tongue, but in the end, she was relieved and entirely happy. 

Afterwards we both just lay on the bed as she tried to save her breath. Two times is not such an easy thing, you know, though it's harder to handle it when you're a guy. Gee, most of them are spent after only one session. I'm real glad Josh knows how to control himself. I actually remember a time when he held himself back to come at the same time with me. The feeling is really great if you manage to synchronize it.

Anyway, just after we sat up on the bed, so she could work on me in return, the girls arrived. When they busted into our room, they were disappointed having missed the show. Sure, there have been times when we helped each other out but watching is the best turn-on ever; especially if I'm the one who's going down. I don't really understand what special thing I do, but they seem to enjoy it really much. 

Another thing I don't understand is why my beloved friends always get so turned on after shopping... If I didn't want to rest myself until Josh came, I could've gotten together with all four of them. Natalie was in no condition either. Thus they left us alone and got lost in their own rooms to try on the things they bought and have a little fun in between. I could actually hear their giggles as they moved on. Somebody remind me that I should warn them about the noise they make... 

In thirty minutes everybody was ready to go out. I went out with them and joined the dinner. We don't really cook much in the house and that night wasn't going to be an exception. After having Chinese cuisine for a change, I wished them a fun night and begged them to go to their friends' houses. They grinned, eventually, but promised not to bother me; what a luck! Though I know better than that, as soon as the house is available, they'll come to me asking to help them out with a little "problem". Guess I can handle it, if they leave me and Josh in peace.

When I got home, it was already 8. Just enough time to tidy up the house and get dressed. Actually the house was already tidy, but I hadn't the slightest clue about what to wear. It wouldn't really matter in the end, but still I wanted something to make him stop and stare before jumping over me. In the process of searching, I messed up the room a little, but we had nothing but rooms in the house anyways, so it wasn't much of a problem. Finally I found my black skirt that is only 4 inches long and the top that matches with it. I found a large and long black dress to wear on top of everything and I was ready. 

A little after nine the door bell rang. I invited Josh inside. He looks real handsome as he is and he wasn't wearing anything special anyways; just the shorts he wears to any occasion and a normal shirt over them. Nothing seems to hide his sex appeal, so it doesn't really matter what he wears. With a boyish grin he walked in. 

"How's my sexy girl doing?"

"She's pretty fine, now that you've mentioned it. Feeling really energetic also..." I couldn't help grinning as I spoke these words.

"Mom, well yea, she'll need that energy. I was kind of hoping we could test drive something. Do you think she'll be up to it?"

"I'd be rather disappointed if she wouldn't..."

Just then he came up to me and pressed my lips with his index finger. In the meanwhile his other hand went down, sliding under my large dress. I actually saw the lust shining in his eyes when he figured my actual skirt was almost non-existent and that the large dress was just camouflage. I took off his shirt, admiring his muscular body. The kind of body I'd really prefer to get together and sleep on. The figure doesn't tell much about sex drive, but you can get a lot of clues about comfort at least. 

We were standing in the hallway when we started like this. Slowly, even in the action, we stepped back going into the large living room. We have a cozy, nice couch there and it's the ideal place to get it on; it doesn't come handy on role-play situations though, it's not that big after all. Then he lifted me up easily and put me onto the couch. Before getting over me, he helped me get the large dress off. As soon as it was off, a big grin lightened his already lustful face. My efforts weren't for nothing; he actually took a good, long look at me. 

He started with my ankles. He kissed his way up my legs, started to lick my inner thighs, making it hard for me to stay still. As I invited him up, he rubbed his dick over his pants against my slit, which was starting to get slippery. We started kissing and he took off my top, kissed my breasts. I hate having to stay still, so I pushed him off and got on top. I was rubbing my body against him when I noticed he was already getting hard. This was a bit unusual, but to my surprise I was quite wet, too. I'm not sure if I ever got wet this soon before. He must've noticed our abnormally early arousal, but I guessed it made everything easier and more enjoyable for the both of us.

Slowly I removed my skirt and, to make it easier, I haven't worn any kind of underwear, so I was completely naked on top of him. He complained that when I came it'd be all over his so-precious shorts... I knew he was just joking, but that meant he was going to get on top again. In seconds I was proven right. We rolled again on the couch, this time for him to take control. He took off his shorts and his boxers completely revealed his hard-on. 

"I want to go down, now, am I allowed?" He asked me.

"If you don't want me to beg, please do." I said laughing.

He lowered his body and leaned on my wet pussy with his head. First it was only kisses and small touches, and then he slid 3 fingers inside me and added another fourth when he saw there was enough room. I felt them on my walls and as he was getting deeper, he only left one finger inside me to reach my G-spot more easily. When he found it, he did everything to help me come in seconds. I started with a slight shaking and my body felt all warm and hot, right from the tip of my toes to my brain. Finally he actually grabbed the little spot, which was the peak for me. With my body temperature rising even more, I felt relief as my juice flowed inside and going out. Once I started to come, Josh stuck his tongue inside, licking every drop of me. His tongue was all over me; on my walls, on my lips and on my clit which was still protruding. I enjoyed every second of this pleasure session, which lasted longer than it usually does. But still, it was over in a minute or so.

After the visual effects of my orgasm were destroyed, I was pretty much relaxed and relieved. Josh brushed his hand over his mouth, as he leaned all over me again. He still had his boxers on which drove me quite crazy, actually. I helped him get it off and felt his hot body completely. We started moving together... First only rubbing our upper bodies, then we were inseparably connected and wrapped to each other. He spread my legs wide, making it an easy entry for the both of us. My pussy was so wet by then, it wouldn't matter if his dick was four inches thick, and anything could've passed through me. At first he sat up on me, just making me feel his hard-on. As he leaned over me, I guided him towards the target. I felt it on my lips, on my clit teasing me with not going inside when I was practically begging for it. I was so turned on... When he saw I was really needy, he showed mercy and roughly shoved his dick into me. He hit the bottom many times and I moaned with extreme pleasure. 

Then it was getting even wilder and faster. I crossed my legs to apply more pressure; my walls hugged his dick, in each and every time taking it deeper. I told Josh I was very close, but that didn't make him stop, on the contrary perhaps. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, so him being so rough on me was actually quite good. Just about the time I was going to tell him to hit it one really rough time, I realized I was already coming and I wasn't alone. He laid over me, letting his juice just fill me until I was full and dripping. We were both out of breaths. For the first time, I felt I wasn't going to be able to do more rounds before some rest. Luckily, I had showed enough intelligence to spread a cloth underneath us, on the couch, so that our juices wouldn't make stains on it. Not that anyone would mind, but it really is not a pretty sight when you're not turned on. 

After two minutes of rest, Josh asked if I was ready for the next lap. I was completely rested, so I cheerfully answered and watched him as he stood up. His dick was still not limp, but the hard-on had already gone, just after he had stopped coming. He helped me get up also, and then led the way into the bathroom, where we have the largest bathtub in the area. While opening the taps, he asked me to put on a robe. I didn't question it much, but I had no idea where he was going with that; still, I put on my robe. After the tub was full, he went inside and opened some jazz music to create a mood and it was working really well, to be honest. When the music filled all the rooms of the house, he got into the tub and comforted himself there. In the meanwhile, I was still standing with my robe on. I was still confused, but finally he spoke his mind:

"Now, strip for me."

"Excuse me??"

"Listen to the music and let it take control of you. Dance to the rhythm and slowly take that robe, right there, without getting closer to me." 

This was something I've never tried before, but it sounded like a lot of fun. In a matter of seconds, I'd got the rhythm and was dancing to it. Slowly I unbuttoned the robe; one button in every 30 seconds. Before I reached the lowest buttons, I slid my hand down the robe, petting my clit and once more realizing I was unbelievably wet. The sight of me touching myself did a great job on Josh; his hands dived underwater and then he started telling me what he was doing down there. It was so fun; I forgot about the buttons and just concentrated on my pussy and told him exactly how I was arousing myself. I told him down to the last detail; how hot my pussy feels at first and how soft it is inside when I insert my fingers. 

After I was finished telling, he stood up in the tub and his boner was back in place. He looked amazing; so wet and so handsome... Next thing I know is he was coming at me. I still had the robe on with half of the buttons closed. He hugged me tightly, and then pulled the sleeves of my robe up. I was caught off my guard when he roughly got his dick inside me; I wasn't expecting the move until I was in the tub. But anyways, with his boner inside me, he told me to jump and wrap my legs around his waist. I did so and completely covered his hard-on. We started moving back and forth with rapid pace. His hands were busy, holding me to keep my balance, so it was up to me to unbutton the rest. I did a quick job of that, then encircled his neck and started kissing him, while he completely conquered my pussy. 

Just before things were getting hot, I suggested we got into the tub. Putting my feet back on the floor, I walked and got into the tub, comforting myself with the heat there. Actually my timing was pretty awful; we were just about to come, but I wasn't that comfortable so I needed to break it off. Besides, why do it standing when you have the biggest bathtub in the village?

Josh joined me in a few seconds. He sat, facing me, and I moved onto his lap. He didn't need any hand jobs at the moment, but I still like to touch and feel his boner. As he spread my legs, I was totally in control and took it so slowly inside. However I felt something pressuring me; it was not my ass, it was my pussy all right, but why the pressure? I figured the reason in a second. Josh was stretching my entrance from the back to add a little spice and it worked its charm. With his other free hand he could also control my clit and therefore apply the stimulation it required for me to come. It was unbelievable. For the first time I was completely full and on every inch of my walls I felt the pressure, squeezing me until I was coming. Truth be told, it was actually also a little painful; reminded me of my first time. I felt all weak and lay down, taking the missionary position which meant that Josh was on top again. At that exact moment, my hands happened to be right over his ass and I grabbed his cheeks just as I was coming. It hurt like hell, before he managed to take his hand out. The water also made everything more slippery but that didn't change much for us.

That was one big orgasm that I had. It was amazing and was nothing like I've lately been through. I looked up to see Josh was also spent, but since we were feeling both alike, we didn't tease each other much. Normally coming so easily would be a huge issue and laughter. Then we both took a shower, cleaning ourselves together. 

"That reminded me of my first time." he said.

"Yea, me too. The pain was so real, but it'll never be the same again, will it?"

"I'm not sure, depends on how much more you can be stretched, I suppose. Though I'm not really supporting the idea. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Guess so... My hymen was torn quite a while ago and I hadn't really cared about it, but I don't want to risk my muscles or anything."

"I'm glad we talked this over. Now about our early arousals... Do you think that might have meant something?"

"It goes to show that we feel different about each other than about any other person, I guess... Whatever the hell that means..."

"I know it's going to be a little awkward, but would you ever consider going steady with me? I mean, dropping this whole bisexual act and just being with me? I know I wasn't the most loyal guy ever, but we can actually make things change and I'm willing to take some challenges. What do you say?"




Summertime



"I'd have to think about what challenges we might face, but think I have no objection, I said with a grin, what if we don't last?"

"We will. Start a relationship with a happy sentence, baby."

"O.k. You're the best!"



Summertime



Mandatory disclaimer: No person involved in sexual acts in this story is under the age of 18.

*

I woke up slowly, and rolled around to check the time. 10:45. It was the beginning of July, and I was on a week-long leave from the Army. It was good to sleep in my own bed, and not in a bunk-bed in a room with seven other guys. I debated whether or not I should get up, but my growling stomach settled the issue. I got up, pulled on a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen. My mom was at work, of course, and my younger sister was nowhere to be seen. Probably out with some of her friends, at the local mall or possibly the beach. Outside the sun was shining from a clear sky, the temperature was a bit over 20 and rising, a great summer day. After a couple of sandwiches, I put on my sunglasses, the one-way kind that looked like mirrors that were popular some years ago, grabbed a couple of beers and went out to soak up some sun. I sat in a chair, feeling the heat of the sun, sipping the beer and listening to the birds singing. 

Our house was built in a slope, so from the street you saw one floor, but from the garden behind the house you saw two. The ground floor had the entrance from the street, the kitchen and the living room, and looked out over the garden. The living room had large windows going from about 40 cm above the floor and almost to the ceiling. The basement had the bathroom and three bedrooms with windows out to the garden. Beyond the garden was forest and farmland, and the garden was pretty secluded.

After finishing the beers, I lay there with half-closed eyes, thinking about perhaps heading in to town in the evening. I felt a slight breeze across my chest, and being a guy in the prime of his youth, I felt a stirring in my pants. It didn't take long before I was hard. I started caressing it a bit over my shorts, thinking about a girl I met some weeks ago, on a weekend-leave. My hands went under the waistband as I recalled undressing her, and sucking on her beautiful tits. I slowly massaged my cock and scrotum with one hand, and my nipples with the other, thinking about the great view looking up from between her legs as I licked her. My shorts were in the way now, so I pulled them down and kicked them off, sitting now nude in the sun. The thought of that was a bit exciting as well, so I started pulling on my dick, feeling the breeze playing with my balls at the same time. I was in no hurry, so I resisted the urge to speed up. I kept up the slow pulling, moving my cock slightly from side to side. As I was thinking about how I slowly fucked the blonde, barely legal teenager, I thought I heard something. I glimpsed up at the living room windows, and there was someone there. I recognized my sister looking down at me. I had never thought about my sister in a sexual way before, but my hormones were not about to let me stop what I was doing. It turned me on, having her looking at me, to be masturbating for her, showing myself off for an audience of one.

I wondered if she'd leave, tease me about it or tell our mom, but she didn't. One of her hands crept up to caress her tits outside her t-shirt, and was joined by the other. I kept up the same speed on my end. She reached up under her t-shirt, and apparently pulled up the bra to get easier access. The right hand moved down to caress her belly, while the left was working her tits. Slowly the right slid inside her tight jeans cutoffs, opening the buttons as it went. I was thankful of the effect of the alcohol as it was a real challenge to maintain the rhythm, so as not to give away the fact that I saw her. Had I been sober, I would probably be close to blowing my load soon. Her hand slipped inside her blue panties and moved back and forth under the fabric. She ceased playing with her tits a little while to help push the cutoffs down her hips and let it fall to the floor, before resuming her topside massage. I was completely transfixed, my hand on my cock moving on auto-pilot, while drinking in this view. After a little while she also pushed down her panties, and put one foot on the window sill. I could see that she probably didn't shave except for bikini edges, but what was there was sparse and blonde. She kept up the masturbation, sliding along the slit, occasionally slipping a bit inside, and then circling her clit a bit. Her left hand came down behind and she started fingering herself with it, while concentrating her right on the clit. I saw her eyes close a bit, and imagined I heard her moaning. I started feeling the pressure building in my balls. She was obviously enjoying herself, her head leaned on the window, mouth open and eyes closing and opening. Her hips moved back and forth, as she was getting close. Suddenly I couldn't keep back anymore, and I came. My hips arched off the sunchair, and my semen spurted out on my chest and belly. With the view above me, it just wouldn't stop spurting. I saw her stiffen, and heard her muffled cry through the window, as she came. Slowly, I stopped my hand, as my cock was getting over-sensitive. My sister moved away from the window on unsteady legs, picked up her clothes and disappeared. 

I lay there, basking in the afterglow and the sun for a little bit, then deciding it was time to inside and rinse off. I climbed in through my bedroom window and went to the bathroom. I could hear the shower going in there, and was slightly irritated that I would have to make do with paper. Something struck me and I checked the doorframe. She had forgotten to lock the door...

To be continued?



Summertime



It was summertime, but the night was cool and crisp. I was 18, at the peak of my early sexual awakening. I went to a concert, a small no name band I don't even remember, with a bunch of girlfriends. Afterwards, we were hot, sweaty, thirsty, and looking for likeminded company. There was a group of guys from out of town in the smoking area, and we thought they looked promising, so we approached them and started flirting. There was one guy in particular, Adam who I really had my eye on. He was Hispanic, with dark, short hair and warm brown skin. He had dazzling blue eyes, the color of ice. He was wearing loose jeans and a band shirt, I believe it was Korn, but I can't remember for certain. I never did learn his last name.

We were soon piled into a couple of cars and headed down to a campsite that another friend had for the night, and we started drinking and smoking pot. The pipe was passed around, the liquor was cheap and hot in my throat, and the campfire was hypnotic. Once I was good and loaded, I started flirting and teasing Adam. We laughed and touched, drinking in the sight of each other. I felt like I could take on the world.

I had to go back to my car to fetch another lighter, and he followed me. I sat down in the driver's seat and he knelt down next to me on the hard and rocky ground. I was wearing a tight denim skirt and a tank top, and I had skimpy light blue thong underwear on underneath, cradling my young pussy and riding all the way up past my tight virginal asshole. As soon as I was sitting down, his hand made its way quickly up my thigh and to my underwear. He didn't even bother rubbing my slit through the silk; he moved it swiftly out of the way and slid a finger into my waiting hole. My eyes grew wide as he claimed me without remorse, shocked at his lack of inhibitions, his incontestable assurance of my eagerness to bend to his will.

I was wet instantly, and he smiled up at me as he pumped my hungry cunt with his finger quickly and smoothly. My youthful inhibitions were quickly lost with his confidence, and I leaned my head back against the car seat, spreading my legs wider as he inserted another finger, bicycling them inside of me, reaching the g-spot that had previously been undiscovered. I felt my passion rising as he worked me with his experienced fingers, pulling the lust from me through my eager hole. 

Still waiting for a lighter, my friends were calling for us in minutes. He took his hand out from between my legs and led me by the hand back to the campsite. I could feel my juices on his fingers, and it made me blush visibly as I gave the lighter to my friend. He grabbed a bottle of Jose Cuervo, and then he wasted no time in taking my hand again, this time with force. The strength in his hand told me that he fully expected me to come with him, and I was too filled with lust and adrenaline to think of disobeying.

He led me to the next campsite over, which was empty, and lifted me on to the picnic table with one swift motion from his strong arms. He stood between my legs and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, wrestling with my tongue as we tasted each other. His hands groped at my large tits like he was clinging to a life raft, pushing and pulling and hurting in a way that I had never felt before. It was sloppy and dirty and delicious. We were two animals, hungry for each other, our inhibitions gone in a haze of liquor and smoke.

He ripped my shirt off swiftly, tearing it down the center, but I stopped him before he could destroy my favorite bra. I struggled with the straps as he roughly pulled my underwear from my body and threw them into the woods behind him, and he dove his face into my pussy. He licked and sucked and bit at my tender cunt as I writhed in pain and pleasure. It was my first experience in mixing the two, and I was learning quickly how wonderful the combination could be. He went at my pussy like a lion ripping at a deer as I cried out, staring at the stars and trees above me, the hard wooden picnic table leaving scratches and splinters in my back and hips. In quick time, I could no longer keep track of his tongue, his lips, his teeth, and his fingers. It felt like a dozen men were attacking my hungry and inexperienced cunt, and I was crying out like a dying woman. I gripped his hair as I came, I dug my nails into the rough wood as I came again, I pulled at my tits as he pushed me over the edge over and over.

When I thought I would go mad, he stood up and rammed his enormous cock into my ravaged pussy. I had only had sex twice before that, and neither of them was anywhere close to the size and strength of his rod. He held my ass over the edge of the table as he pounded at me for what felt like hours. The sound of our hips slapping together echoed in the trees, sending sleeping birds flying with accusatory backward glances. He showed me positions I didn't know my body could accomplish. He bent my legs back until my knees were touching my ears. He put one of my feet on the ground as he held the other over his shoulder. He made me bend over with my knees straight as I held my ankles. I lost track of how many orgasms I had in that abandoned camp site, but when he finally came deep inside of me, I fell to the ground and shook with sobs for 20 minutes until I could stand again.

He held me until I could stand again, and helped me fix my skirt, which had stayed around my waist for the entire fuck session. We found my bra. He helped me piece my shirt back into something wearable by tying it into knots, but my panties were lost forever. I still think of who might have finally found them, maybe it was a bored and neglected husband who needed the thrill of imagining our adventure.

We walked back to where our friends were sitting around a campfire and sat together outside the crowd, in the shadows. I was so cum-drunk, I didn't realize just how visible we still were when he wrapped my legs around his waist and entered my sore pussy again, claiming me as his own with all of my friends pretending not to notice. He was gentle this time, rocking me back and forth on his cock slowly while his hands dug into my hips. I came again as his cock hit my tender and swollen g-spot again and again, fighting the urge to cry out as my tired cunt squeezed out one last milking orgasm. I honestly don't remember if he came again or not.

He kissed me again, tenderly, before he got up and walked away, my dripping slit still twitching from my last exhausting orgasm. I have no idea where he went, and I never saw him again.



Summertime



Another instalment of my stories: they don't need to be read in order, though you may prefer to. 

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It was a hot summer, for once, with plenty of sun and not too much rain. We took advantage of it by escaping to Mel's parents' house for a week, which was deep in the Yorkshire countryside (yes, it was even hot there), while they were away. Mel extended the invitation to Em and me, as there was plenty of space at the house, and we had some leave due.

We spent a couple of days out and about, visiting a few places in the vicinity. By the Tuesday, though, we were all a bit tired by the heat, and discussing the day ahead as we finished breakfast.

"It's too hot to go out again. I don't want to sit in the car driving somewhere," objected Andy.

"We could stay here, instead," suggested Mel, "and barbecue this evening?"

"Sounds good," I agreed. "It'd be nice to relax and not bake, walking around."

"There's a couple of sun loungers, aren't there, Mel?" asked Em. "You said you wanted to make the most of at least some of the sun-bathing opportunity."

"Yeah, and a parasol that you can hide under," teased Mel, "So you don't turn into a lobster!"

The pale-skinned Em stuck her tongue out at Mel, but smiled. "Thanks, it's not a good look."

I checked in the fridge, and established that we had what we'd need for dinner—and that there were plenty of drinks cooling.

"Excellent: we're all stocked up. Mel, should we water the garden for your parents, as it's so hot?" I asked.

"Thanks, they'd appreciate that: can I show you where the hose is after I get changed?" Mel replied.

"No problem."

Mel and Em disappeared upstairs, while Andy and I cleared up the table.

"You're not sunbathing, are you?" I checked, jokingly.

"No hope," he laughed, "Unfortunately, my boss e-mailed overnight, so I've got to look at some stuff, and send her a reply later. I'll print it out, and find a shady spot to read."

"That's a pain," I sympathised, "Doesn't she know you're on holiday?"

"Yeah, but some things can't wait, I suppose."

Dishwasher filled, Andy left to get his work together, and I made my way to the garden, hunting for a hose and tap.

"There you are," I heard Mel's voice behind me, while looking in an outside cupboard that had seemed promising. "The hose probably isn't in there; come with me."

I closed the doors, and turned to follow her. There was a great advantage to following Mel along: she was looking—well—appetising in a two-piece. A purple bikini, in fact, which just about covered her pert cheeks as she walked along the path a few steps ahead of me. I smiled to myself: sitting around watching her sunbathe was going to be no hardship at all.

No doubt Mel knew how she looked, as she turned to smile over her shoulder at me: I think I managed to look up from her arse and slender legs before she noticed.

"There's a tap by the other back door, and the hose is usually hooked up ready to use."

We rounded a corner of the house, and I saw that she was right. I glanced, as subtly as I could, at Mel's front, having thoroughly checked her out from the back. The subtlety went out the window, though, because Mel's petite breasts were benefitting from some 'structural assistance'. The bandeau top was enhancing what were normally diminutive tits, and gave the girl's chest more of a swell.

Mel laughed at my gaze, "Eyes front, Chris, Em will notice!"

"Everyone'll notice those, too," I grinned, only slightly embarrassed at getting caught.

"That's the idea," she admitted, still laughing. "It works well, don't you think?"

"I thought I was supposed to stop looking?"

"Quite: concentrate on the hose," she said, mock-sternly. I ignored the possibility of a double-entendre, and obeyed. I ran the hose out, and got to work, making the most of the opportunity to watch Mel's gently swaying butt as she went back round the house.

It was a big garden, and took a while to water. By the time I joined the others on the patio, it was getting noticeably warmer.

"Thanks, Chris", said Mel, lying flat out on her lounger in the full sun, her eyes closed as she soaked up the sun.

"You look like you need a drink," came from Andrew, sitting further back with a small pile of papers.

"I do," I agreed. "Staying here was the right decision."

"I'll fetch a jug of something," suggested Andy, and he tidied his work and stood.

"Staying out of the sun," I commented to Em.

Silent until then, she looked up from her book, and grinned. Unlike Mel, Em was out of the sun, on a lounger under a parasol. She was also wearing rather more, no doubt to avoid burning, and a long, pale green shirt covered her. Loosely buttoned, I could glimpse the darker green of her top and the matching trunks.

"Definitely. You know how I burn. Mel, however, appears to be enjoying it."

"Mmm. It's been ages since we had good weather," came the reply. "I should probably turn over for a bit."

She did so, as Em grinned wickedly at me. "Mel said you liked her bikini."

I blushed, instantly, as Mel chuckled, face down on the lounger, "Is that what she said?"

"Apparently, you were very complimentary."

"It suits her," I extemporized.

"I thought so, too," said Em, still grinning. Thankfully, she turned back to her book, and Andy reappeared with a jug: Pimm's, by the look of it, with plenty of ice. There were already glasses on the table, which he refilled, and I took mine, gratefully.

I took a seat, in the slight shade of one of the trees—I don't burn like Em does, but much easier than Mel, who tans naturally while her hair gets even lighter. Quietly sipping my drink, I enjoyed the surroundings: not only the lithe form of the sun-bathing blonde; not only the accompanying figure of my curled-up girlfriend; but the garden and landscape, too, I promise.

I nursed the drink, for some time the only interruption to the quiet Andy or Em rustling papers, or Mel fidgeting occasionally. Eventually, though, Mel broke the peace. As I watched, she reached to her back, and unclipped the bandeau top. I assumed she'd let the strap fall away from her, pinned under her boobs, but she raised her chest slightly, and slipped it to the floor beside her. Still face-down, she casually reached then to her hips, and fiddled with the side-ties of the bikini bottoms. She had my full attention, now, as I watched her loosen the knots: Andy was still engrossed in whatever he was reading, and while Em seemed oblivious, a slight twitch of an eyebrow suggested otherwise to me.

The strings released, Mel lifted her hips, and tugged the panties clear of her bum, before dropping them to join the top. I stared admiringly at the twin soft mounds of her buttocks, and the smooth arch of her back. As she wriggled, settling back down, I caught the briefest of tantalizing glimpses of her sex through the crease of her legs.

"Show off," muttered Em, for only me to hear, still apparently reading her book. "Typical Mel."

"Andy?" called Mel, softly, "Andy, I need more sun lotion, love."

I heard Andy laugh as he looked up and saw the naked girl on the lounger.

"You're probably going to claim you were too hot, aren't you, and had to take them off?"

"No, don't be silly," she chuckled, "Just wanted to tan evenly, obviously."

Andy seemed happy enough with that, and retrieved the sun screen. He poured some onto Mel's back, where her bikini had been, and rubbed it in. Mesmerized, I watched as he puddled more into the small of her back, and stroked it down over the curve of one buttock. Cooperatively, Mel shifted her legs apart and lifted her hips, giving me, opposite her, a view of the lips of her pussy, before Andy spread lotion down over the top of her thigh. Starting again from the pool, I enjoyed the view of her labia and butt while I could. Andrew's no fool, and knew to take advantage of his position, and did an excessively thorough job of spreading the cream. With the next few spreading motions, his fingers just grazed Mel's outer lip, and then swept away. Gathering the last of the lotion, his last, lingering stroke ran lewdly from the small of her back, down the crease of her buttocks, spreading the cream into the juncture to gently graze her hidden anus, and teasing her taint. He gave her butt a gentle pat, and made his way back to his chair, grinning back at her.

"Thanks, love," purred Mel, arranging her limbs once more in the sun. I could still, just about, see up between her legs, and it was having a predictable effect on my crotch, as an erection grew. I shifted, myself, to a more comfortable position, catching Em's knowing sideways glance.

It wasn't enough, so I took the opportunity to take the jug back to the kitchen to refill the jug of Pimm's. I came back out to find that Em had removed her shirt, and was now stretched out in the lounger, still ostensibly buried in her book. The dark green trunks and top complemented her chestnut hair, and I ran an appreciative gaze over her long legs and flat stomach. She rarely took Mel's route of augmenting her breasts, even though they were only a bit larger: the triangles of her top contained them, but left a lot of skin on show.

I settled back down, with a replenished glass, and enjoyed my view. This time, I was preoccupied by the attractive, scantily-clad at best, women in front of me.

"Wait for it," I heard Em mutter to me. Intrigued, I took a drink, and watched. Another five minutes passed. Sure enough, Mel finally made a move. She fidgeted. Wriggled a foot. Scratched, absently, an itch on her waist. Then, cool as you like, turned over. I knew what was coming: I'd seen Mel naked enough times. But the sight of her rolling over, exposing herself, made my stomach lurch with the surprise and pleasure. I could guess what she'd do next.

"Andy?" she called once more. "My front needs doing, too, please."

Eyes shut, but with a small smile, she posed herself on the cushion. Her small tits were almost flat, lying down, the nipples soft and pink in the warm. Slender enough that her ribs were almost visible, the flat plain of her belly ended with the twin protrusions of her ileac crest. Her blonde hair, tied up for tanning, wasn't matched at her crotch, which she'd kept bare longer than I'd known her. Hairless lips pressed neatly together, and the hood of her clit was just visible at their junction.

A wide smile on his face, Andy sauntered over with the sun lotion. Unashamedly, he eyed up his pretty girlfriend's naked, sunlight drenched body. She opened an eye and smiled angelically up at him.

"Come on, love: I really don't want sun-burnt boobs."

"No, I guess you don't," he agreed, pouring cream into his hand. Settling on the lounger beside Mel, he dropped a hand to each tit, spreading the sun-cream over their soft swells. Caressing their whole surface, and diligently spreading it to each side and over her cleavage, he went back to delicately circle each rose-tinted nipple with a fingertip. The tips slowly hardened and pushed up from the previously smooth surface of her tits, and a smile went across her face.

Andy lifted his hands from her breasts, and planted a kiss on her mouth, before shuffling down the seat. He tipped the bottle, and trickled the lotion onto the mound above her cunny. Obligingly, Mel spread her legs, once more giving me a beautiful eyeful. Andy leant forwards to kiss her deeply, as he gently smeared the cream down one labia; grazed the tender hood of her clit, and down the other side. He stroked out from the hairless slit to the top of each thigh, and a little moan escaped from Mel. Teasingly, Andy lightly brushed her clit once more—then his fingers danced away, coating her mound and surrounding skin with sunscreen.

Soon enough, his finger drifted back, and softly delved into the soft folds of Mel's twat. Her back arched as he found the sensitive nub. I glanced away from the arousing sight, to see Em as mesmerized as me, her book forgotten. Silently, not to disturb the moment, I looked back. Andy's finger disappeared slowly up Mel's pussy, his thumb lightly circled her clit, while the other hand gently held her waist, and their tongues entwined.

Breaking off, he teased her, "There you go: now you shouldn't burn." With one last lingering stroke he withdrew his finger up the length of her slit and over her clitoris.

"Thanks, that's grand," she murmured, a little breathlessly, as she settled back on the lounger and Andrew went back to his seat off to the side.

"Chris, shall we get lunch?" Em broke in, with a little urgency.

I didn't really want to leave the gorgeous naked girl, but didn't want to voice that objection.

"Yeah, can do: we'll bring it out to you two?" I asked.

"Please: thanks, guys," smiled Mel, her eyes closing once more.

Leaving her shirt and book behind, Em led the way to the house.

"I'm confused: is Mel teasing us, or is Andy teasing her?" I asked, only part in jest, as we walked out of earshot and in through the door.

"Both," answered Em, "and it's definitely working."

No sooner were we inside, and out of sight, than she wrapped her arms round me and pulled my body close to hers. Her small breasts squashed against my chest, and her hips pressed against mine.

"Damn her, I'm properly horny now," she mock complained. "And after lunch, I bet she'll have Andy touching her up within ten minutes, in plain sight."

"No bet," I laughed, "I'm sure she will. The only question is how long it'll take her to get him naked."

I grinned, thoughtfully, at her. "And, with that kind of entertainment in front of you, I think the more interesting bet would be how long you manage hold out before you want to join in!"

Emmy pulled a face at me, then grinned back. "I'm sure you wouldn't object, honey. Careful, though, or I'll ask Andy for his help, if you're going to be rude," she teased. Letting go, and turning, she went to the fridge and starting pulling together some food.

"Now, don't just stand there, or they'll shag without us."

I chuckled, but had to admit that it was a possibility—and Em was right, I wouldn't mind watching, or enjoying the effect of watching on Em, for that matter.

A tray apiece, carrying a pair of the ubiquitous pitchers, and plates of food, we went back out. In an impressive show of self-control, Andrew was back at his papers, and Mel was sprawled, tantalizingly, on her own. Ostensibly, I'm sure it was in aid of an even tan, but the effect was to wantonly display her pussy, and I enjoyed a quick look as we went past with lunch. Glistening with lotion, and just a hint of her own moisture, it beckoned. However, with Em right behind, I couldn't pause.

"Your lunch, madam," mocked Em as we approached. Mel's eyes opened, and she stood up and stretched. Arms above her head, her boobs were drawn up proudly, while her lithe frame was elongated and shown off. My cock, which had subsided while inside, sprang back into life. Mel fell in behind the two of us, robbing me of the chance to watch her bare arse lead, and we spread the food on the table, in the space Andy cleared.

"Thanks, guys," he said, "it looks good."

"We can't take any credit for Mel," I pointed out, smirking at him, "You oiled her up, not us."

"Ah, true," he dead-panned, "I have only myself to blame."

We sat, and tucked in. Having a pretty topless girl opposite distracted me somewhat, but the food was good, and I tried (and probably failed) not to stare at Melanie's chest, as her nipples came in and out of sight. In the heat, and without any physical attention, they'd softened once more, to soft peaks on her slender body, with a light sheen of oil just visible.

We finished the meal, and I tided up, while Andrew went back to his work. The girls took the second jug of cocktail back their seats, and I returned to my chair to find a recharged glass. Em was reading her book once more, though I recognised that she was keeping an eye on her blonde flatmate, waiting for Mel's next play. Face down, once more, on her lounger, Mel was displaying her legs to full advantage, my eye distracted from their slim length only by the naked, pert arse at their top. I settled down to wait, thinking of Em's ten-minute horizon.

It passed.

I began to wonder whether Mel had succumbed to a post-prandial doze, when a rustle of papers presaged Andy wandering over.

"That's me done," he said. "I'm going to put my laptop away; does anyone need anything from inside?"

"Don't think so, thanks," said Em, and I shook my head. Andy walked off to the house, and Em looked at me. She twitched an eyebrow, gave a small smile, and appeared to go back to her book.

Andrew's footsteps scuffed the path as he came back, and Mel broke her silence.

"Andy," she said, lifting herself on an elbow, and innocently rolling onto her back once more, "Will you re-do my front, please? It's worn off over lunch."

Andy grinned, knowingly, at her. "Yes, of course. Which bits need re-coating?"

"Oh, just where I don't normally get any sun, I should think," she smiled angelically up at him.

Em chuckled quietly beside me, as Andy crouched alongside the lounger. Dribbling lotion into his palms, he went straight to work on Mel's stomach, circling outwards with each hand. Lightly coating her flanks, he gently worked the cream into her smooth skin. Pausing to replenish, one hand wandered up further, between her breasts, and stroked down over the out-side of a boob, casually missing her nipple. Circuitously, the other hand swept down, side to side, the very tip of his fingers just glancing a scant inch above her slit.

Mel's legs parted.

The next sweep was lower, and Andy's fingers flew, softly, over the top fraction of her lips; at the same time, his other hand covered the neglected breast. Studiously, lotion was spread across the pink aureole, which sprang to life, her nipple erupting to attention. Andy's wandering hand edged alongside Mel's hairless pussy, caressing the fold between thigh and cunt. I watched from my perfect vantage, as his fingers tripped across the lips, right above the entrance, to the other side, and back up along her sex. A little noise of pleasure broke from Mel, as her nipple was gently tweaked, and Andy's fingers circled her pussy once more. Reaching across, she put a hand behind his neck and pulled him in to kiss her.

In response, his teasing fingers flickered down the sensitive slit, softly probing between the lips.

Mel's legs parted further, displaying her neat, pink, aroused pussy to us as Andy's questing fingers parted the lips, delving for the orifice. Finding it, the tip of a finger circled the introitus once, then sank, slowly, knuckle-deep into her vagina. We watched, transfixed, as he slowly fucked her with a single finger.

After a dozen strokes, though, Andy slowly withdrew his finger, and broke off the kiss.

"I think that's covered everything?" he teased the recumbent girl.

Mel pouted at him. "Yes, but you wouldn't dare leave me there, would you? I'll make it worth your while," she smiled invitingly. He laughed.

"I wondered whether you'd actually ask, after parading around trying to tempt me all morning. I want a down-payment, though," he declared, pulling his shirt over his head, and starting to unbuckle his trousers. "I'm sure you won't mind, will you, guys?" he asked, grinning at Em, who grinned back.

"Never," she said, "you carry on."

Andy stepped out of his trousers, and pulled down his boxers, unveiling himself. His half-hard cock stood out horizontally, while the warm air made his balls seem large. Mel sat up on the lounger, bringing her head to cock level. Grasping the base of his rod, she extended her tongue and licked the underside, running the tip up and over the sensitive frenulum. Then her head bobbed forwards, and she took the head between her lips, her hand moving to cup his balls. Mel looked up at Andy, whose attention was all on her face, one hand resting on her shoulder, and slowly engulfed more of his length, applying slight suction. Her tongue darted out, and tickled the lower side of his penis. She started to piston his cock in and out of her mouth, gently scratching at his balls. Her other hand had wandered down to her pussy, and was lazily tickling around the hood of her clit.




Summertime



My own cock was twitching in my briefs as I watched Mel sucking Andy, and I glanced across at Em, who was watching, rapt, her breathing slightly shaky.

Mel pulled off, releasing Andy's hard shaft to stand almost straight upwards.

"Will that do?" she asked, with mock seriousness. "Is it my turn again?"

In answer, Andy just grinned. Moving to the foot of the lounger, he pushed Mel's knees apart, and lowered his face to her pussy. Instantly, Mel's eyes closed and her head went back, as she clutched Andy's head.

"A bit longer than ten minutes," I observed quietly to Em, "but he's naked, and he's eating her out."

"Mm-hmm," was all she could muster, eyes fixed on Andy's head, buried between Mel's thighs. I considered my options.

"Want me to do the same?" I asked, gently. She smiled, widely, her eyes flying to me.

"Please," she implored. I stood, quickly, and positioned myself between her legs. Reaching up, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her trunks. She lifted her hips, and I pulled down. Revealed first was the bare mound, then the square patch of auburn hair she retained, swiftly followed by the top of her slit, with its slightly protruding, aroused nub. Down I dragged the panties, uncovering her lips. She spread her legs invitingly, and my mouth descended.

I ran a line of flickering kisses up the inside of her thigh, and up her lips, ending just above her clit. Then I worked down, nudging the tender button. With one hand, I gently parted her inner lips, fingertips seeking and finding the wet entrance within. My tongue flicked out, running over her clit, as I set to work. Behind me, a shuddering sigh came from Mel, as Andy plied his trade. Em's legs wrapped behind me, holding me close as I teased and caressed her cunny with tongue and fingers. With my spare hand, I reached up, navigating by touch to find the triangle of fabric covering, just, one boob. Tugging it aside, I cupped her breast while I rubbed my thumb over her nipple, setting it proud. A slight hiss of breath through bitten lip proved Em's arousal, as I felt her wriggle to discard the bikini. I edged one finger, slowly, into her secret orifice, and redoubled my efforts on the swelling clit.

From the lounger came rhythmic gasps, and Mel fought for control under Andy's ministering mouth. A tell-tale squeal rose, broke, and subsided in a moan as Mel came. Em's cunt twitched around my intruding finger. Wanting to watch, I lifted my head, bringing my hand down from her nipple to stroke her clitoris in the mean time.

Andy's head was still loosely trapped between Mel's thighs, his hand grasping her hips as she rode through the subsiding orgasm. As she came down, she released his head, and he lifted his face to meet her grin. She untangled her legs, and grabbed her knees, pulling her legs up and splaying her twat.

Needing no further instruction, Andy lifted himself, positioning his rigid shaft at the welcoming entrance. We watched through his legs as he slowly pressed the purple head into the slender girl's cunt, the lips parting to accept him. Sinking his generous length into Mel, he paused, before reversing, and unhurriedly withdrew almost to the tip.

A little tremor went through Em, and I dipped my head to return to her cunny. I didn't have much to do, and a first, small climax trembled through her as she watched Andy leisurely screw Mel. Emmy's pussy clamped on my finger, her muscles tensed, and a groan came from her. She wasted no time, though, in pulling my head from her mound. Almost pushing me around, she hurriedly dropped the back of the lounger, making it flat, and fell to her hands and knees. Still facing the shagging couple, she wriggled her arse at me, to reinforce her demand.

I knelt behind her, grabbing a firm smooth buttock with one hand and spreading her open. The other hand directed my shaft into place, and I pushed it into her, feeling her cunt expand to take me. Bottoming out only half-way in, I pulled back, and took another stroke. Stretching her tight pussy out, I was balls-deep after a few strokes, watching over her sleek back to see Andy fluidly fucking Mel, who by now was moaning arrhythmically. One hand on each hip, I synchronized my pace to theirs, ploughing Em in time to Andy's strokes. Rhythm established, it was time for the reach-round, any my hand snaked around Em's waist. Parting her lips, I found the sensitized nub at the top of her slit, and began to rub.

Her feet still in the air, Mel managed to get breath enough to interrupt, "My turn on top, love."

Breaking off, Andy pulled his long shaft from the wet embrace of Mel's bare cunt, and she stood. While Andrew lay down, she looked across, and grinned at us, watching her. Teasing her voyeuristic friend, Mel dropped a little curtsey. "Hope you're enjoying the show, Em."

"You know I am: now don't keep Andy waiting," Em laughed at her. Mel turned back to the tall frame on the lounger, and straddled him. Reaching between them, we saw her grab his cock, and point it vertical beneath her.

Mel sank, with a satisfied grunt, onto his shaft, impaling herself deep on it. Andy's hands went to her buttocks, spreading them slightly as Mel started to ride his cock. I watched, fascinated, as Mel's cunt swallowed his dick, and then released it. The lithe blonde girl, keenly aware of her audience, half turned her head with a broad smile, to watch us, watching her.

The sight must have appealed to Emmy, too, as the combination of stretched-full pussy, finger on her clit, and visual stimulus drove her over a second precipice. Arms buckling slightly, her long naked back arched as she drove her cunt back onto my cock, and loudly gasped. I felt the walls of her pussy contract around me as she came, and lightened my touch on her clitoris, while maintaining the cadence of my hips.

After a moment, I moved my hand from her now too-sensitive clitoris, and cupped a breast, pinching the taut nipple delicately. I was close, now, too: I slowly reduced the cadence of my plunging cock, extending the control I had over my incipient orgasm.

Mel, however, was unrelenting, as she mercilessly skewered her cunny on Andrew's thick shaft. His hands had shifted now, to tweak and pull unseen at her nipples; one of her hands steadied her, and the other was wedged at the join between them, willing her clit on to a final climax. Andy came, his hips bucking spasmodically under Mel in an instinctive effort to plant his seed close to her cervix, one hand racing to her hip to pull her down, hard, onto his detonation. His shaft filling her, piercing her, Mel squealed again as her loins exploded once more.

As Mel collapsed forward onto Andy's chest, a tell-tale white trickle escaped the mouth of her cunt as she slowly, gently, rocked herself on him.

The show over, I pulled from Em's tight depth. She looked back at me, inquisitively.

"Can I finish in your mouth?" I asked.

"Sure," she smiled, happily. We rearranged ourselves, with me standing beside her, and she took my penis into her mouth. Running her tongue around the nerve-filled rim of my head, she pulled off, laughing.

"I always forget you'll taste of me, not you."

Pausing no longer, she wrapped her lips around my head once more, and gently sucked while the tip of her tongue flickered over the fold of my frenulum. She softly leant in, taking me deeper into her mouth, the flat of her tongue rubbing my head. With one hand on my hips to steady us both, Emmy reached up and cupped by balls, tugging them gently downwards. I glanced across at the freshly-fucked couple lazing opposite, then back down, feeling the tell-tale tingle of an on-rushing orgasm. Careful not to plunge too deep, my muscles tightened, and my hand in Em's chestnut heair tensed. Forewarned, she swallowed down the thick strands of semen launching into her waiting mouth, gently sucking me dry as my perception narrowed to our joined bodies.

Em ran a cleaning tongue over the head of my softening cock, and released me, smiling green eyes looking up at me.

"Pass the Pimm's, would you, love?"



Summertime



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This happened five years ago, during Sarah's summer vacation. It was a hot summer day, without a cloud in sight, yet she sat at home all alone. She was 18 years old and feeling bored & a bit depressed that day. Sarah decided to visit her BFF Jessica, since she'd invited her to go to the beach. Sarah hoped Jessica's older brother, Peter, would come along with them. She was obsessed with his body; he had perfect washboard abs, light brown hair and sexy grey eyes.

Sarah often wondered if Peter thought she was attractive, he had never openly flirted with her. She'd only had sex once with a man so far and it was sloppy and fast. The very sight of Peter made her body hum with desire. She wondered if he would ever consider fucking her.

She knocked on Jessica's front door, expecting to see her friend but it was Peter who answered the door. He said: 

"Hello Sarah, Jessica isn't home yet, please follow me and you can wait in her room." Peter hoped Sarah didn't notice the outline of his erection that was threatening to explode from his pants. She was so fucking hot; he was dying to shove his cock between her gorgeous full lips.

She cautiously followed him to Jessica's room. They quickly walked past the living room.

Sarah recognized four of Peter's friends; they were all sitting on the sofa watching porn as usual. She caught a glimpse of a girl with a giant cock in her mouth on the screen and quickly looked away as she walked towards Jessica's room.

Right before she got there one of Peter's friends stopped her and asked:

"Have you ever sucked a cock?" All the guys started to laugh, already anticipating her answer.

"No." she replied blushing and went into Jessica's room. Then she slammed the door in frustration and sat on Jessica's bed, flipping through her books.

Later on there was a knock on the bedroom door and Peter came in, he apologized for his friends comments and asked if she wanted ice cream. She smiled and said: 

"Yes!" then followed him out into the living room. Sarah sat on the couch and noticed his friends had already left. Peter went into the kitchen to get them both ice cream. He came back with his hands behind his back.

"This is a new Ben & Jerry flavor; you think you can guess what it's called?" He asked.

"Sure I can," she replied.

"Close your eyes, otherwise it will be too easy." Sarah closed her eyes and covered them with both of her hands.

"Open your sexy mouth." She complied and got a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. It was delicious, but she could not figure out what flavor it was.

"I'll need another spoonful to make up my mind," she said and opened her mouth wide again.

"Wait a minute," Peter said. She suddenly felt something warm, wide & long being pushed down her throat. She opened her eyes and was pleasantly surprised to discover it was Peter's cock. She'd fantasized about this for years and now she finally had his Adonis worthy cock inside her mouth.

Sarah had never given a blow job before unless bananas counted as experience. She instinctively swirled her tongue around his cock and sucked it deeper into her throat until her hazel eyes were watering. She was struggling to breath and tried to tell him to slow down but couldn't talk. Peter started fucking the back of her throat harder, and then he suddenly groaned & exploded inside the back of her throat. At first she was in shock, and then she realized he had just cum inside her mouth. Sarah had never tasted semen before & eagerly swallowed his. She liked the way he tasted & hoped he'd cum in her mouth again.

She was about to ask him about going for another round when she noticed they we were not alone in the room. All of the other guys were standing around, watching her performance while jerking off in a circle surrounding them. She boldly looked into their eyes and said: 

"Did you like what you saw, who's next?"

Now there was a huge cum stain on her dress. Cum was also dripping off of her beautiful lips & her nipples were erect. Peter had awakened a slutty side of Sarah and she was thirsty for more cum as she slowly licked her hungry lips in anticipation.

One of his friends came forward; took his cock and stuffed it roughly into her eager mouth. He must have been very excited because he quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth & sprayed Sarah's sexy face with his fresh cum. Long white rays hit her in the forehead, cheek and neck. The hot sticky semen ran down under her dress. She smiled at all her admirers and asked: 

"Who is going to fuck my mouth next?"

The next guy came up, he was a bit larger, and she was feeling bold and allowed him to shove his cock between her large breasts, which were now free since she had removed her dress. Sarah's body was stunning & she knew it. She was 5'9" slender with large boobs, flat stomach, a narrow waist, perky ass, long brown hair, hazel eyes & full lips.

Sarah stole his cock away from her breasts and shoved it into her mouth. She enjoyed sucking on his big hard cock. Sarah barely noticed the guy who stood by her side jerking off, but at the last moment she saw a huge white stream of cum shoot out from his cock and it went all over her naked body. His jizz now coated her ass, stomach & breasts.

She giggled wickedly and then focused on the cock stuffed inside her mouth. Sarah made eye contact with Peter as his friend squirted his big warm load of cum right down her throat. She nearly swallowed the whole batch. A little cum spilled out of her mouth before she swallowed.

The last guy came up to her, he stood nearby jerking oft 10 inches away from her naked wet pussy. 

"What hole would you like to fuck?" Sarah asked. 

"I don't want to fuck either hole you dirty whore" he said. He increased his pace, pulling the foreskin back and forth over his shiny engorged cock. He cried out when he came. He squirted a giant batch of cum all over her already soiled body; the last bits of his jizz hit her on the chest. When he finished spraying, he fondled her face with his cock and smeared his leftover cum all over her full lips.

Peter and the other guys then clapped for their favorite new whore. Then they pulled up their shorts and left her alone in the living room. Sarah sat there and wondered what had actually happened. Have I lost my mind? she wondered, and then Sarah smiled realizing how much she'd enjoyed herself.

She quickly walked into Jessica's bathroom and took a long hot shower; she couldn't resist & fondled her pussy until she had an orgasm. Afterwards she went into Jessica's closet, and borrowed a clean white Summer dress that she found.

When Jessica came home she asked: 

"What did you do while you were waiting for me?"

"Oh, nothing much" Sarah replied. "Time flew by really fast."

Sarah didn't give any more group blow jobs that Summer. But she did allow Peter to fuck her senseless several times after this event.



Summertime BBQ



My husband and I grew up in the 60's and 70's. They were some fun years and some real fun times for both of us. He is the school jock type and being raised in Virginia Beach also quite the surfer type too. Myself, well, I was the typical shy academic study girl. Don't get me wrong, I still had fun.

Here we are 30 or so years later in the typical All American lifestyle. Work all week and play on the weekends. We love the outdoors, boating and a good time. I work as an accountant and Bob is in Sales Management. His job requires long hours and a take-charge type personality. Mine on the other hand, requires patience and precision. 

I guess it was last weekend, no two weekends ago, that we went to a BBQ at his best friends house north of town. Josh and his wife, Sally, have a nice secluded place with a pool and a big shady yard. The perfect place for a Saturday afternoon BBQ! 

Josh is your normal nice guy, always joking and of course flirting. But, Sally, she's gorgeous! Along with shapely legs, she has Auburn hair, cut short and perky, beautiful hazel eyes and a nice body. She is confident and lets Josh have his fun flirting! 


I guess we were the last to arrive. Steve and Jennifer were already there along with Sam, Josh's big brother. Sam greeted us! A hug for me and a slap on the back for my husband! Jennifer and Sally were messing with some corn in the kitchen and laughing about something. Steve was in the pool and Josh was headed our way with two frozen margaritas. It looked like a feast was about to be served but the margaritas were first. I could tell it was going to be a great afternoon.

Of course the guys had to talk about the race last weekend at Texas Motor Speedway. So I jumped in to help with the corn and fixin's for the meal. After the second margarita I found myself needing to pee. The powder room is on the first floor by the stairs. I opened the door just as Sam was coming out. Ooops! I laughed and said I hope I didn't rush you. He winked and said, Naw, but if you need some help, Anne let me know. His eyes drilled me right then and there. I went in and locked the door. Sitting there peeing, I was thinking, that was a new sensation. I remembered some of the dirty talk my husband and I have when we are in bed, about other people in out sex lives. It has always been a turn on for him and fun to fantasize about. 

Back in the kitchen I got drinks for Jennifer and myself, when Sam comes in for a refill. Of course I pour him one too. He reaches over and lifts my chin and says "thank you". My lips are inches from his; he smiles and says " see you in the pool?"

The tingling sensation in my nipples sends goose bumps down my arms. I look down and see that they are erect. I look up and Jennifer is standing there, smiling. She reaches for her margarita and brushes my nipple with her hand. My head jerks back and I just look at her, stunned. Was that on purpose I wonder. She says, "Come on lets hit the pool".

My husband is talking to Josh when I ask if he needs another drink before I get in the pool. His hand cups my ass through my suit and says yes he'd love one, "Anne, can you get one for Josh too Honey?" "Sure, I'll be right back" I say. His hand lingers a little longer then normal, but I pay no attention to it.

"Damn it", I spilled the margaritas. As I am bending over cleaning up the mess on the floor, I feel someone close by. I turn and see Sam and Jennifer standing there. Jen says, " Here let me help you" and Sam tosses a bar towel to us. As I get up, Sam offers a hand and I take it. He pulls me to him and brushes my lips with his! I don't know why, but I kissed him back. Then I realized Jen was still there! She simply smiled and said "all clean now". As Sam released me, I turned to get the drinks I had been sent for and Jen softly cupped my ass and said "nice". The sensations in me were going crazy. Maybe it was the margaritas, but I knew better. 

Josh and my Bob were still carrying on about something to do with business when I approached. I hand them the drinks and tell them to "give it a break", "this is supposed to be a day off". "Relax and have some fun for a change", as I turn and head for the pool. They both laugh and say "yeah, yeah".

Mmmmmm, the water feels great. Sally is already in and wearing a bright yellow string bikini. She says, "Hi, you've been busy". 

"I guess, but the margaritas are great" I said. 

"So what do you think?" she asks. 

"A beautiful day, A beautiful place and wonderful friends."

"Yes they are wonderful. By the way Sam said he was looking for you, did he find you?"

"Yeah, I spilled some of the margaritas on the floor and he and Jen helped me clean it up!"

As she scans the pool deck she says "oh really?" Then she spots Sam and Jen having a conversation. "Sam has always been the best". "Looks like Steve needs something, I'll be right back!" as she hops out of the pool and heads towards the back sliders.

I am lying there with my head on the side of the pool when Bob and Josh swim up. Bob is on my left and Josh on the right. "About time for a new margarita don't you think?" Josh says!

"I'll get them", I offer. Bob says, "No, it is my turn" and heads for the kitchen. 

"Having fun?' Josh asks.

"Yup" I reply," nothing like it! What about you?"

"Enough talk, time for some margaritas and relaxation!"

"I agree…………" I stop mid sentence as I feel his arm brush my nipple while he is reaching up for the drink. I look at my husband as he returns and he just smiles. "Where is mine?" I ask? 

"Here we can share" Josh says, offering me s glass. Looking past Bob and Josh, I see Sally and Steve coming out. They are laughing and Sally heads to the pool, while Steve heads towards Jen. 

"I need to use the restroom and I'll get another Margarita on my way back"

"Josh says hurry back" and winks!

Am I imagining all this? I must be! I look in the mirror and try to straighten myself. It is tough to do at a pool party and in the heat. I open the door and run smack into Sam. Our lips meet and then he slides his tongue into my mouth. His hands are on my ass pulling me to him. I put my hands on his chest to push him away, but can't. He eases me back into the bathroom and his hands are working their way into my bottoms. His kiss is relentless. He has one hand in my bottoms and one rubbing my nipple through my suit. I can't catch my breath, but he stops. I am able to escape out of the bathroom….but do I really want to? Jen catches me as I turn in the hallway. I start to explain, " Sam forced……" Her lips stop me in mid sentence. Her hand is gentle on my breast as the other cups my ass. I try to break away, only to find Sam helping her. Jen is exploring my mouth and lips with her tongue and I respond, slowly at first! I feel Sam's hands sliding up the front of my suit, close to my crotch.

"Please stop", I whisper. "Just give me a minute! What is going on? What is this all about?"

"We want you", Sam and Jen say at the same time! I can see Sam's erection in his trunks now, a definite bulge of substantial size. Now I know the tingling sensations are sexual and not the margaritas. Wondering what this is all about passes through my mind, as Jen steps up behind me and starts caressing my breasts. Sam wastes no time placing his lips on mine, exploring my mouth with his tongue and sliding his fingers under my bikini bottoms. My nipples are hard and my pussy is soaking wet. NO this is not happening…Noooo… but yes it is, almost just like the dirty talk in bed. My hand, out of my control, reaches out to feel Sam's huge bulge.

Sally smiles at Bob and Josh, who are leaning against the edge of the pool enjoying the margaritas. As she bends over to sit on the edge, the guys are offered a great view of her luscious breasts. The yellow string bikini dos not cover very much anyway. Sally dips her finger in the drink and slowly licks off the margarita. 

Steve moves his chaise lounge over to Sally and the two guys at which point Josh offers to get fresh drinks. Sally, sitting on the edge of the pool lays back and stretches in the hot sun. Steve jokingly threatens to pour frozen margarita in her navel causing her to jump.

Jen is kissing my neck and has my top off pinching my nipples while Sam has worked the bottom of my bikini down to the floor. His fingers are just barely touching my pussy, which is throbbing, and wet. My god is he big, he will split me open with that, I am thinking as I feel his hands on my shoulders. He is leaning against the wall and Jen is already kneeling by my side. Sam urges me down to my knees; Jen takes my face and kisses me deeply, then holds Sam's enormous cock in one hand and guides it to my wet lips. She places her hand on the back of my head and brings his huge cock into my mouth. With her other hand she is fingering my pussy. Jen is stroking his cock as he starts to thrust in and out. She tries to kiss me as he pumps in and out. On my knees, it makes enough room for Jen. She lies down on the hardwood floor and slides beneath me, her tongue finding my drenched and wanting pussy.

As Sally jumps she in fact spills the cold margarita on her tummy. She looks at Bob and says," Lick it off" It is not a request, but a command. Startled and a little drunk, Bob does as he is told. "You did not get it all, Bob, there is more down here," she says as she slides the skimpy bikini bottoms off. She exposes her shaven clit. Sitting up she tells Steve to take her top off. 

As Josh arrives with the new drinks he asks, "Have I missed anything yet?"

"No we are just getting started!" She says laughing

Jen is making it hard to concentrate on sucking Sam's cock. I can only take part of it. It is so thick. He has his hands on the back of my head thrusting in my mouth with steady rhythm now. He doesn't need his hands on the back of my head, I am so willing right now to please……………..aahhhhhhh I am Cumming!!!! Cumming in Jen's mouth! Oh my god she is still eating me, her tongue, her tongue is unlike any man's I have ever had …she knows exactly where to touch and how. Sam's cock is growing bigger and he is breathing heavier now. He is using my mouth as a pussy to fuck, as he desires. I surrender my mouth to the thrusts while Jen is relentless on my pussy. I can feel myself gushing in her mouth and face, but Sam has my attention now….He is pulling my hair and ooougggghhh, gagging. He thrusts deeper, deeper then anyone has ever gone. His cock is thrusting into my throat. He is yelling at me "he is going to cum, and I better not spill one drop"

Sally spreads her legs to wrap one around Bob's neck, pulling him into her already wet cunt. She orders him to clean her up. All the margarita must be gone she says. He starts below the navel and she pushes his head down so his lips and tongue are at her pussy. 

Bob starts to object, " Sally I don't know about this it is not a….." 

She says, "Clean my cunt….clean it out completely. NOW!" 

Bob obeys and starts to lick it…it tastes raw and silky, sticky wet. The scent is one of musk. While Bob is licking and cleaning her cunt she asks if he remembers her and Steve going into the house a while ago. That Steve needed something! 

Bob stops to answer and is told instantly to continue or else he will receive punishment. Sally commands Bob to continue eating her till she tells him otherwise. "Yes Bob eat my pussy and suck Steve's cum out of me. That is where I went. To have Steve fuck me and fill me with cum for you to eat out"

Sam is starting to cum! I can feel his massive cock swelling in my mouth and then he starts jerking and filling my mouth with cum. OH my god, I have never had so muc……..I am Cumming again. Oh my God Jen don't stop! More Sam, please more, I want more goes through my mind. I can't speak because his cock is still filling my mouth. 

"Do not spill one drop or swallow any more then you have, do you understand?" Sam demands as he withdraws his cock from my mouth with a plop. Come with us, as Jen and he lead me naked towards the pool. I start to object but see my husband eating Sally on the edge of the pool and become aroused again.

"In the pool and share it with him" Sally commands. I wade over to Bob, who is now told to look up and kiss me. Sam and Jen are holding my arm as Bob kisses me. His eyes are wide with excitement as he sees the expression on my face, similar to when we are fucking at home. As he kisses me I push the remains of Sam's cum into his mouth and the kiss intensifies. Sally says" now you have tasted two and the third is yet to come.

Steve and Sam head for the kitchen to get refills for everyone. Bob is told to lay down in the chaise lounge. Sally and Josh secure his hands and feet to the deck and comment on the raging hard. Sally says" We will take care of that in due time".

Jen comes over to me and starts to kiss me, I never thought I would, but I am responding when Sally calls us out of the pool. She looks at me, up and down and up and down! Then she asked Jen if I behaved?

"Unbelievable", was the answer. "Sally she must have cum four times and she drenched my face"

With that Sally grabs her hair and kisses her, sampling my juices on her lips.

Josh comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me flicking my nipples. I struggle to turn and as I do we fall back onto a chaise lounge. Me on the bottom and him on top. I try to sit up, but know it is no use; he has my legs spread and shoving his cock in my pussy. If it had not already be wet, it would have hurt. He pushes me back on the lounge chair and looks down at me while He starts to thrust in and out very slowly. Sally asks Bob" Can you see this Bob, can you see Josh fucking Anne? She just finished sucking off Sam and we are just getting started! HAHAHA' She laughs. With that she straddles the lounge I am laying on and while Josh is fucking me she moves her pussy over my mouth and commands me to eat her.

Bob is lying there watching, his cock throbbing in the air when Jen decides to tease him. She ever so lightly slides her tongue over his hard cock. Steve goes over and sits down in the chaise lounge next to Bob, to watch the show; slowly playing with his own cock, while Jen slowly licks Bob's cock. 

"Come on Anne make her cum, that's right Anne make her Cum and suck all of her juices" Josh says as he pistons his hard cock in me. I am doing the best I can on Sally and wanting more from Josh. I wonder if this is what Sally meant when she said Sam was always the best? Ugg, Ugg …he is really pounding me….yes more, please give me more!

"Here Bob lick this off my fingers, you are going to eat a lot more before the day is over" Jen says as she wipes the pre-cum from Steve's cock head.

"Is it ok Sally?" Sam asks as he approaches Bob and Jen.

"Yes, you can start now" she gasps between breaths

With that Jen starts to work on Bob's cock at the same time Sam starts to kiss her. I can only imagine what is going through my husbands mind. Two friends sucking him, his best friend fucking me while I service his wife.

" Oh God, I am cumming Anne, fuck fuck fuck….ahhhh, OH Fuck, yes Anne, yes, yes. Josh hollers.

He is slow in withdrawing from my pussy; he seems to be waiting for something. Sally Screams as she cums and ejaculates in my mouth. I feel like I am drowning…her cum is like a waterfall. She commands me to stop and that we will have more time later.

Sam and Jen seem to be fighting to see who gets Bobs cock. I am brought over to the lounge that my husband is tied to and told to stand over his mouth and watch while Sam and Jen suck him dry. Sally commands me to squat on his mouth and for him to enjoy eating his best friends load of cum from his wife's pussy. Bob opens his mouth and starts to suck on me in earnest while Sam and Jen start to bring him to a climax he will never forget! As Sam and Jen are licking and sucking his cock and balls, they have orders from Sally not to let him cum…yet.

I can see his hips pumping up and down and I know he is getting close, just then Sally starts to insert a well lubricated dildo in Bob's ass. I cum instantly seeing this, and Bob loses it, shooting off in Sam's and Jen's mouth and on their faces. I am quivering, standing there over my husband's mouth.

Sally says" Well the corn is done and I think everything else is ready, Lets grab a fresh drink and see what the guys are up to, shall we?"

"Huh, oh yeah sure" I say as I bounce back from my daydream." Lets do that and hit the pool too".

I wonder what the afternoon will be like after all! 



Summertime BBQ: The Sequel



Sally says, "Well the corn is done and I think everything else is ready, Lets grab a fresh drink and see what the guys are up to, shall we?"

"Huh, oh yeah sure" I say as I bounce back from my day dream." Let's do that, and hit the pool too".

I wonder what the afternoon will be like after all!

As I followed Sally to the pool, I noticed she had on a new Venus bikini, sort of an orange and yellow metal flake. It really accented her slim waist. Jen is flaunting a skimpy black string bikini that really shows off her tan. But I feel comfortable in my green and yellow bikini that I wore last time. Mmmm... last time, yes, last time!

Sally and Josh own a big beautiful country home just on the outskirts of the county. The house has a great wrap around porch and is painted pastel yellow. The grounds are majestic, with Live Oaks shading the well-manicured lawn. It has a huge over hang in back, creating shade, with a large kidney shaped pool just beyond. Bob and Josh were best friends in college and kept in touch over the years. When we moved to the area not long ago, it was like they had never been separated. Now it seems like we have all, always, been best friends.

As we approached the pool area, the guys were standing by the grill drinking Rum Runners and talking about the fiery crash last weekend involving Bobby Labonte. Sally announced our arrival by saying," Ok guys, time to pay attention to us now, no more shop talk."

This of course caused a round of laughter and whistles. Sam and Josh hold up empty glasses and ask "can we get any service around here?"

Sally says, "Bob, get Josh and Sam fresh drinks!"

Sam, Josh's big brother, calls me over, "Hey Anne you look hot, come over here.!" I'm hot all right and it is not because it is 90 degrees and the sun is scorching hot, but because... 

"How was your week honey?" He asks!

"Long and boring, I'm glad it's over". I work for an accountant in town. "But, the weekends sure make up for it!' I reply as I give him a light kiss on the cheek. Sam is about 6'2"; maybe 225 with penetrating sky blue eyes and medium cropped blonde hair. I figure he is about 2 inches taller than Josh and maybe 30 pounds heavier. 

"What were you saying about the weekends making up for something?" Jen quizzes as she bounces over to us giving both Josh and Sam a quick kiss. Jen and her husband Steve own the Sportsman's Paradise Sporting Goods store in town and have been friends with Sally and Josh for several years. We met them a couple weeks ago at a BBQ here and really seemed to hit it off with them too!

"Here you are guys!" Bob announces as he hands the drinks to Sam and Josh.

Jen turns to me and places her hand in the small of my back and gently pulls me to her and gently, ever so softly kisses me, with just the hint of tongue! Whew, I thought I was hot before. That sent new signals everywhere. 

"What about me? Bob whines!

"Bob come over here and help me with this table" Sally commands.

"Sure" He says, drawing a quizzical look from Sally.

Jen is kind of... how can I say. perky. She is about 5'4",trim, short high-lighted hair, hazel eyes and perfect boobs. Her breasts are milk white beyond the tan line. The nipples, placed forward, lay flat back against the breast and are a beautiful light brown. I am sorry about that, but I think she is gorgeous. Anyway she says, "lets get a refill, it's hot out here!"

The cool A/C hits us as we walk in the backsliders, it sends shivers down my spine, but feels great. "Wow does this feel good!"

She turns and places her hand on my ass and I lean into her... our lips meet, touch and the exploration and questioning with the tongues begins. She pulls me harder against her as the kiss continues. I reach for her breast and find the nipple erect. She breaks away and says, "Yes it does!"

As she opens the frig door for ice, I run my hand over her smooth ass, working my way around to the front. The door closes and she turns and just looks at me. "Yes" is all she says. I know the time will come, but I need it now... right now.

The ice clinking in the glass breaks my trance. Almost magically the drinks are ready and we are out the door heading back to the pool.

Sally and Bob, my husband, are having quite a conversation on the other side of the pool. I can catch some of the conversation, " as I say", "Yes what?' More bits and pieces filter through to me, "all of... ", and whatever... you... do you... stand" . Oh well I can't make it out and I guess it's not important. Let's see what Jen and Steve are talking about.

"This could be fun!' Steve says to Jen as I walk up. "Hi Anne" he says as I approach. "Jen was just telling me... "

"OK, everyone we have a new toy here" Sally proclaims. "Bob understands his position now, don't you Bob?"

"Yes"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes mamma"

"That's better, don't let it happen again!" Sally snaps!

"Everybody else here is already aware of Bob's function, but just so you know Anne, Bob is to do what ever I say. Period! He is to perform any request I have! Do you understand?"

"ye... ye... yes!, I guess so" I stammer. I had no idea where that came from! Ohh, Jen's hand is on my ass now. Bob is to do as she says? Thinking to myself! God that feels good. Be cool, I tell myself, this is going somewhere!

"Bob, strip, now!" Sally commands. 

He hesitates, Swish and whack! Bob jumps. I can see the little crop Sally is holding. Again, swish and whack. Bob begins to strip immediately. The T-shirt comes off, then the swim trunks. Naked he stands before the group, his cock harder then I have ever seen it.

"Show them your ass Bob!" Sally orders.

Bob Turned and there on his ass were two very light red marks where Sally had playfully whipped him. 

"Now sit in the chair, and be quick about it!"

"Yes mamma!" As he sits in the chair.

"Josh, Steve! You know what to do" Sally says! "Tie him tight and upright for now! No Blindfold, I want him to watch! she laughs!

Jen and I have moved over by the overhang on the back of the house, in the shade. I end up with my back against the house and Jen facing me. My arms are limp by my side as Jen reaches out and un-does my halter-top. It falls to the ground. Her hands are exploring my large breasts, first flicking one nipple, then taking the other nipple in her mouth. "You are mine, Anne, to do with as I please, aren't you?" she whispers in my ear as she brings her hand up and cups my chin and lightly kisses me. "Aren't you? I get to do anything I want with you for my pleasure!" She kisses me again and I feel her hand exploring the wetness in my crotch. "Just like last time, but only better today!" as she nips my neck. "

"Oh god yes, Jen, anything you want!" I whisper back, not believing I am hearing myself say this.

"Anything, my love?" she taunts as her fingers slide into my swollen wet pussy!

Quivering now, super heated and wet, I say, " Yes, anything!"

She kisses me long and hard, her tongue probing and licking at the same time, her fingers flicking my clit and then inserting them into my hot wet cunt. My hand is on her breast, those perfect little breasts and then my other hand goes to her crotch, seeking her moistness. She is so smooth, shaven completely and my fingers find the edge of the clit. Wet! Wetness is the only way to describe her outer lips!

"That's right Steve straddle the chair. Rub your cock all over his face, across his lips and make him make you hard!" Sally purrs. "BOB, TAKE HIS COCK IN YOUR MOUTH!" Sally orders! She reaches over to Sam, who is standing next to her and wipes the precum from his hard cock and puts it to Bob's lips. 

Steve slowly slides his cock in Bob's mouth. Bob resists at first, and then slowly he begins to suck and lick Steve's raging hard cock in earnest. Bound to the chair and pushed up against the back of it, Bob has nowhere to go, as Steve continues to thrust his cock in and out. Sally slides up next to Steve and kisses him hard as he continues to fuck the new "toy", Bob's mouth. Sally grabs Steve's ass and helps shove the cock in Bob's mouth.

"Tell me when you are close sweetie" Sally whispers to Steve. Laughing, Sally says this is only the beginning, Bob. You are going to take them all before the day is out!"

Jen has me on my knees once again, playing with my clit and kissing me. "Suck my tit Anne, I love to have my tits sucked!" Sam appears above us, already naked and sporting a nice size hard. He bends to kiss Jen and pinches my nipple at the same time

"Ouch, not so rough, Sam", I whimper breathing hard. 

"Come on girls!" Steve says as he pulls us both up. There is a long coffee table on the lanai and we head towards it, Jens hand on my ass and Sam's arm around my waist. He turns me around to kiss him as Jen lies on the table. I feel his hard cock against my pelvis. I remember it was too huge to get hardly any of it in my mouth last time. Sam pushes me to my knees and my mouth goes to his cock. He rubs it across my lips and then pulls away. He turns me towards Jen, who is lying on the table with her legs spread. I know what she wants and I willingly lean forward. Her shaved clit is so soft and her scent is heavenly. My tongue darts out to touch her and to gently lick the outer lips. She reaches down and spreads the lips open and my tongue slides in.

"I am cumming," Steve grunts to Sally.

"No, Not yet Steve"

"AAAAHhhuuugggggggg" as his hot cum squirts in an eruption that fills Bob's mouth and spills over on his face and chin. " DON'T SPILL ONE DROP BOB! Take it all, and remember your promise!"

Steve is still standing in front of Bob, his cock still close to his mouth, slowly deflating. He steps back and looks at Bob, cum on his lips, eyes wide and says" You'll get used to it Bob, in fact I think you'll learn to enjoy all of this." Bob looks at Sally, trying to catch his breath, cum dribbling down one side of his cheek. As Steve steps away, Sally straddles Bob, and with out touching him she squats down till the tip of his hard cock touches her cunt lips. She is wet and continues to slide ever so slowly down. Stops and rises up and then down again, making sure that his cock is well lubricated. Sliding in and out of her pussy, Bob moans. His cock is so hard it hurts. Sally continues to pump up and down. Taking the full 7-inch very thick cock all the way to the hilt. She sits down on it, burying it to the max in her hot wanting pussy and squirms around. She sees she is driving Bob to the edge and stops. Standing up they come disengaged and she stands over him and says: You can't cum yet lover, do you understand?"

"Yes mamma!" He moans, light headed, his cock rock hard and throbbing.

Sally sill straddling Bob bends her knees a little and thrusts her pelvis forward a little. Bob, watching is wishing she would continue with the slow fuck, but instead she unleashes a stream of hot piss on him. On his cock, his stomach and his chest. Sitting there he is too high for her to reach his mouth. The hot piss runs down his cock and over his balls, down his chest and across his stomach. "Bob", she says, " next time you will drink my piss, do you understand?"

" Yes mamma, it will be my pleasure to please you" He stammers.

Jen pulls my hair and forces my tongue deeper in her cunt. "Oh Anne, Oh my god you are wonderful. You eat pussy like no one else, oh my Godddddd" She shudders and fills my mouth with her juices. For a minute I thought she had peed, but instead she had ejaculated, squirted, in my mouth. I started to get up and she pulled my head back down... "More, baby, more... oh my God you are good... eat me, suck my cunt and make me cum again," She gasps, breathing hard and squirming on the table.

I dive back in with my tongue, trying to do my best to please her. Her legs are locked around me, when I feel Sam rubbing the head of his monstrous cock on my clit. I gasp... ".Nooooo you will split me open... Nooooo, please no. " I beg. "Jen please make him stop. Please"

Jen pulls my face back to her wanting cunt and tells me, " You promised you'd do anything for me, this is just the beginning, honey. It will be wild, you'll see"! Thrusting her hips to my mouth I almost forgot about Sam.

"AAAAAgggggggggg, Please no" I begged again, but the sound was muffled by Jen crushing my face in her cunt. Sam was trying to be gentle, but he was splitting me wide open. His giant cock was plowing its way into my sopping wet cunt. He pulled back a little and started to shove harder and I came! BANG. "AAAAAHHHgggg, ... I buried my face in Jen's crotch as waves of ecstasy started deep inside and started to roll forth. Deeper he shoved, stronger came the waves. Most of the time I cum a couple of times, but this was one continuous wave after another of ecstasy. 

Coming back from my tremendous orgasm I hear "Anne, Anne, are you ok? Jen was asking?

"Get her on her back Jen. I am going to finish fucking her and then you can have her." Sam ordered, breathing heavily.

Jen pushed me down on the table and Sam spread my legs and wasted no time plowing my cunt with his massive cock. I thought is was all the way in when he shoved again. My god I was stuffed with this man's giant cock. All the way to the hilt, and I didn't split. I was taking it all. Oh my God... yes I wanted more... I wanted all of it. " Oh FUCK ME SAM, YES PLEASE FUCK ME HARD,HARDER. FUCK ME BABY. SAM, PLEASE GIVE ME ALL YOUR BIG COCK." I screamed! As he slammed into me, slamming his massive raging cock all the way home.

I felt Jen kissing me and pinching my nipples just before it began. It started somewhere deep inside, a place I never knew existed... Over and over and over it rolled. The convulsions of my climax, like waves pounding on the beach, each larger then the previous, combined with the "whoosh... bang" of fireworks. My cunt is on fire and gripping Sam' cock... milking everything from it. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting it all and not wanting him to stop. Dizzy and trying to catch my breath, I went limp, exhausted from the greatest fuck of my entire life.

I remember Sam standing over me... " You are the best Anne, the best" I looked down and saw his cock starting to deflate, cum still dribbling from it, glistening with our mixed juices. "I am getting a drink, and while I do, Jen why don't you clean her up and out. When I get back I want to watch her cum in your mouth" He said, smiling!

I collapsed back down on the table, limp and exhausted. I barely felt Jen move down to my swollen and puffy cunt. Her tongue began to stir the tingle in me again as she lapped up Sam's cum from my pussy, legs and tummy. Just as Sam sat down on the sofa by the table, Jen started in earnest to bring me over the edge one more time.

Untying Bob, Sally asks, "is that what you wanted? We still have some unfulfilled desires if you want to continue? 

"God that was wild, Sally", Bob admits. "Yes, I want to, if you do!"

"Oh yes, Lover, and then you have to fulfill your promise!" as she reaches up and kisses his lips, detecting a hint of Steve's cum still there. Sally reaches down and grabs his cock, still hard, still waiting to cum. " Mmmmmmm, I can hardly wait" She whispers. 

In the kitchen, refilling drinks for Bob and herself, Sam walks in as Sally comments on Jen and Anne, saying, "now they look like they are having fun!" 

Sam says, "Man, Anne was unbelievable! There have only been a few that could take it all, and she was begging for more!" laughing and shaking his head. "Hey Sally, will you fix me another, sweetie?"

I guess I'm exhausted. Jen is doing a wonderful job on my clit, but I think it is worn out for the moment. No, maybe not! " Yes Jen, a little harder baby, Oh, yes to the right... oh yes, now, now, now... oh God, yes! No more, no more", I say laughing, pushing her head away.

"Kiss me" I whisper to her. As our tongue entangle, I taste my juices and Sam's cum all in one!

Steve pulls her from me and pulls her to him, kissing her hard on the lips. " Lets go up stairs for a while" he suggests! " Anyone else?"

"Come on Sam", Jen encourages, knowing he has been dying to have some time with her.

Sally walks over to where Josh is standing and kisses him. As she reaches down for his cock she eases him back on the couch. As he lays back she moves down his chest to his crotch. "Come on Bob, help me with this", she calls. Bob kneels next to her and kisses her as she strokes Josh's cock up and down. Sally turns her head and licks the head of Josh's cock and then turns back and kisses Bob. Bob moves over to lick and suck Josh's cock and Sally shares it with him, kissing and licking and sucking at the same time. Sally licks her finger and slides it down Josh's crack, until she finds his asshole. Gently she pushes in and feels his cock grow in size. As Bob is licking and sucking Josh's cock, she purrs" Mmmm you like that don't you? Baby, you like my finger in your ass?"

"Oh yes Sally", moans Josh. She joins Bob again and again she wets her finger and this time inserts it in Josh's ass, slowly in and out, then faster. Now Bob and Sally are both licking and sucking when Josh announces he is cumming! " Oh god please suck me dry, yes take my cock and suck me... yes in my ass... more, more... more... aaaaaagghhhhgggggggggggg" Josh's cock erupts spewing cum in Sally's and Bob's mouths and on their faces.

Jen wastes no time crawling between Sam's legs as he spreads out on the king bed. His hands go to the back of her head as she begins to lick and suck the monster cock. She feels it already growing as Steve begins to lick her nipples and rub her ass.

" Come on Steve, fuck me while I suck on this wonderful cock", Jen moans. 

"Jen you were so hot eating Anne, just watching her cum while you were eating her was enough to make me cum...!" Sam admits. "MMMMM oh baby, that's so good, come on you know what Sam likes, yes lick my cock baby!"

Standing behind Jen Steve slowly guides his cock in her soaking wet pussy... she jumps and pushes back. All the way in, Steve squirms around, driving his cock deeper and Jen crazy. Steve rubs his finger around her cunt ... so wet... and moves some of the juices to her ass. He inserts a finger in her ass as he continues to slowly slide his cock in and out of her. He adds more spit to his fingers working in and out of her ass. 

Jen moans, her mouth too full of Sam's enormous cock to speak, however her body language is enough to tell Steve what she wants. He slips his cock from her pussy and rubs the tip on the opening of her ass and then back into her wet pussy again. After several times he is satisfied she is wet enough. Standing on his toes he places the head of his hard cock on the edge of her ass and pushes gently. Jen immediately rock back to meet his thrust. Her ass is so tight he almost slides aside, but he uses his hand and guides his cock into the wanting ass. Feeling the head slide past the tight muscle and beyond lets him know he is in. Jen moans and starts to rock forward and backwards, meeting his thrusts. Now he is driving himself in the full length of his cock with each thrust.

Anne, standing silently in the door, watching Jen being sandwiched between Steve and Sam takes her free hand and can't help but rub her tits as she sips her margarita. Her hand drops to her clit and she feels the tingle begin.

Josh returns with fresh drink for all of them and they raise their glasses in a silent toast to great hot sex. Sally leans over and kisses Bob, saying, " Now remember your end of the deal". 

Sam's is close to cumming and Jen knows it... he is using his hand to help... beating off as she struggles to take as much of his cock as possible. She feels one hand on her head and he moves the other to her shoulder. She knows and wants what is next... he puts both hands on her shoulders and pushes her as Steve thrusts from the other end. With Steve's hard cock thrusting in and out of her ass and Sam's cock pistoning in and out of her mouth, she can almost lay still and be rocked between the two. 




Summertime BBQ: The Sequel



As Sam's cock expands even more, Jen loses it. Waves of convulsions and contractions begin in her empty cunt and move to her ass." Aagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", muffled by the huge cock she seems to have taken even deeper. 

AAAAAAggghhhhhhh... ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... fuuuuuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk MMMmmmeeeeeeeeeee. Steve erupts in her ass, shooting his whole load of cum in her bowels. Sam's cock is spewing cum in her face and hair and she grabs it and sucks on the tip to drain it. Then she starts licking the cum from the shaft working her way to his mouth for a kiss and Steve pulls out of her ass, leaving the cum to run freely. He collapses on the bed and the three of them laugh together. Words are not necessary... it was a great fuck and they all know it. 

"You need to make sure it is ok with Steve" Bob says as he feels a hand on his cock.

"No problem, sweetie, in fact I will have him tell you personally it is OK! By the way Wednesday is perfect for me!" Sally says to Bob as she licks Josh's ear.

"I hate to disturb this sex party, but we need the bed!" Sally says as she enters the master bedroom holding hands with Bob. " Here you go baby, lay down here!" She tells Bob. " Move up a little more. Mmmmm that's perfect!' She now has Bob lying with his head at the bottom corner of the king size bed as she climbs between his legs. 

As Sam returns from the bathroom he sees Bob lying spread eagled with Sally between his legs kicking his hard cock. "I am going to get a fresh drink... anyone need anything?" He asks.

Steve says, "Yeah, I'll have a refill please!"

"Come on, anyone want to help me here?" Sally quips.

Jen climbs on the bed and joins Sally licking Bob's throbbing cock... kissing her at the same time they allow the head of his cock to become entangled between their tongues. Sally pulls back and says, " real lightly now Jen, bring him slowly to the edge" 

"Mmmmm" Jen moans. She can feel his cock throbbing on her lips as Sally runs her tongue in and out of her mouth. Then Jen slowly slides her mouth over the cock and all the way down. Then all the way up and kisses Sally. Then Sally repeats the process. Over and over, ever so slowly they continue. 

Josh moves closer to the corner of the bed where Bob's head is and strokes his cock. Anne is rubbing his balls and takes over striking his cock and urges him forward till his cock is rubbing Bob's lips. Anne says to her husband, " come on honey show me how much you like to suck Josh's cock"

Bob jumps as Sally inserts her finger in his ass. Having lubricated it first, it just slipped right in. She is working in and out. She lets Jen continue to lick and suck his cock. "Don't let him cum yet Jenny", she whispers. Jen looks up and winks, knowing what is coming.

Anne says to Bob, "Honey when Sam gets back I want to see you lick him too. God Bob this is so hot, watching you like this is so fucking hot! Just like we talked about when we were home alone!"

Bob is so close and Sally knows it. She signals Jen to stop. She looks up at him, seeing his wife rubbing her husband's cock on his lips and his tongue trying to lick it, just as Sam approaches the bed. 

" Please Sally let me cum baby, please let me cummmm...!" Bob begs

"In due time my love" she laughs and inserts the anal beads in his ass. Precum is covering the head of his cock now and she knows there is not much time left. 

Sam is growing in size fast as Anne strokes his cock. Watching Josh on the other side his cock in Bob's mouth, he says "My turn" And the two of them take turns letting Bob suck on their cocks as Anne continues to beat Sam off.

I guess it started with Josh cumming on Bob's mouth when Sam's cock was there... I was fingering myself and beating off Sam into my husband's waiting mouth, when Sally deep throated Bob and Jen was squeezing his balls... kind if like milking them for all the cum they had!

Bob's whole body stiffened and then started to rock and quiver... Sally was doing the best she could to keep his cock in her mouth as Jen pulls out the anal beads slowly at first. 

Bob was cummmming... his hips were thrusting upward ramming his cock into Sally's mouth... his pent up cum from not cumming all day was being released, and released it was... the explosion of cum shooting into Sally's wanting mouth was incredible! Sally having all she could swallow pulled her mouth away, only to be replaced by Jen's. I guess that is when I came one more time and Sam's cock shot out streams of cum. 

Coming back to reality, I heard Bob saying, "Pleasse stop, no more, please Sally it's too sensitive... STOP, Please' 

I bent to kiss my husband and lick the cum from his mouth... his kiss told me everything I needed to know... part of his fantasy was reality and he loved it

Sally, laughing rolled to one side and said, " Anyone hungry, we've got some great steaks to cook!" Laughter erupted form everyone as they lay there totally spent, exhausted and very satisfied.

As we were leaving Sally kisses Bob good night and told him not forget his end of the deal!" To me she said, " Anne you are the greatest!" and kissed me hard. "Next time I want more time with you!" 

I could only imagine what she meant. I had a wonderful thought as walked to the car. " Bob?"

"Yes babe!"

"I love you" 

"Me too honey, let's go home!" 



Summertime Blues



My whole body felt sticky with sweat. The heat made it unbearable to move. I lay in my small wading pool I had purchased on one of my rare trips out of the house to keep cool and comfortable. The blue plastic pool wasn't very big, but larger in size than my bathtub. I had filled it with cold water, but the water had soon become tepid from the heat. It was still a good place to spend my time, so for the most part I just sat inside it, eyes closed against the burning sun.

I lay spread eagled in the pool, legs and arms stretched out like a star, the water covering most of my body. Only the tips of my breasts, covered in my yellow swimsuit, and my shoulders and head remained over the waters surface.

A cry came from above me, and I lifted an eyelid to squint at a cat. The feline meowed again, looking down at me, and then walked across my fence, finally jumping over and disappearing into my neighbors yard.

The fence kept me in my own private world, but didn't do much for security. It kept my mind from wondering what others were looking at, but also seemed to seclude me from the rest of my neighborhood, which at times caused me to feel even more alone.

Closing my eyes again, I rested my head against the edge of the pool, and drifted back into my dream world.

The sun turned the insides of my eyelids bright red. I imagined that they were burning, the swirling colors fascinating me. I couldn't concentrate on them to pick out the shapes, but only glimpse at them with the sides of my vision. Frustrated, I opened my eyes again.

My back had begun to ache, so I sat up in the pool, the clear water surrounding me. I traced shapes in the water with my fingertips, playing with the tiny waves hitting my body and watching them die away.

I heard the phone ringing inside the house, and reluctantly I lifted myself out of the water and walked towards the kitchen.

"Hello?" I said, picking the cordless phone up and leaning against the wall. The moisture from the pool dripped in small drops down my body, and I watched as it puddled at my feet. I would have to mop later...but not until it was cooler out.

"Hi Amy!" Justin said enthusiastically. My heart leapt at the sound of my husband's voice. "How're you?"

"Hot," I whimpered, sighing dramatically for my husbands benefit.

"Still sitting in your pool?" I had told him all about the pool yesterday, on the phone.

"I was until someone called," I smiled against the phone as Justin laughed. I knew he wouldn't take me seriously, which was why I could tease him. Realistically, if he chose to hang up now and let me have my pool time, I might just cry. This was the first contact with any human I'd had all day, and I didn't want to give it up.

"Well, get back in, woman!" 

"I think I will," I agreed, walking back towards my pool, phone in hand. "How's D.C.?"

"Boring. I miss my wife. If you see her, you should give her my love, and tell her how horrible it is here without her."

"Well, you're the one that decided to get in to a business that would keep you away from home."

"Babe, I wish I didn't have to. I promise next quarter I won't be moving around so much. After I get promoted, you'll either come with me or I won't go, alright?"

I smiled again, Justin's soft voice making me happy.

"I'm so lonely. I miss you so much." I felt my eyes watering just thinking about the weeks of loneliness I'd gone through so far, and felt fear at the idea of the time ahead. Blinking, I tried to shake myself off. "And it's so hot."

"Well, you're lucky I'm not there," I could almost picture his sinister grin at that comment. I giggled into the phone.

"Why?" I teased, going for his bait.

"Because if I was there, you'd be up in bed right now, pleasuring me. And I promise you that it's hotter up there with me than it is down in your nice cool pool."

"You've been gone two weeks. I'd go through any temperature to be with you right now. I miss you so much."

"And my cock? Do you miss him, too? He misses you!"

"I miss you!" I exclaimed, stepping into my pool and sinking down into the water. "But I guess I miss it, too. It's been ages, you know. I haven't had an orgasm since you left."

Justin's laughter on the other end of the phone stopped short.

"Seriously?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"Yeah," I said, reaching up and toying with one of my nipples through my suit. "I've masturbated, but it's just...I couldn't reach the peak. I want the penetration."

"There are other things you can use."

"Well," I said, hesitantly, "I just don't know. I've never been courageous enough to buy anything...why the sudden curiosity?"

"I just always assumed you were still satisfied when I left, is all," He sighed deeply on the other end of the phone. "Honey, Amy, Sweetheart, I have to admit that when I'm gone I have at least three orgasms a day! If I'm not jerking off in the shower thinking of you, then I'm jerking off on the bed, or on the chair, thinking about your pert little ass. I just always assumed you were doing the same. Makes me feel bad to think you aren't."

"Don't feel bad!" I protested, sitting up in the pool again. I crossed my legs in front of me and slouched over, talking quietly into the phone. "It just makes me miss you more, and when you get back I'll be everything you've ever imagined. I promise that it's not a big deal."

"Amy…it makes me feel really guilty to think I'm getting more pleasure than you, and you know I how much I hate feeling guilty. You still have two to go before I come home. I don't want you to wait for me."

"Well, what's my other option?" I asked, rhetorically. "Go to an adult store and buy myself a dildo?"

Justin was silent on the other end. I shook my head, disbelievingly. The thought of going to a store, any store, let alone a shop that sold sex toys, scared me to death.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Tell you what, baby," Justin said softly. "You go buy yourself some toys. Use my credit card, if you want. I'll call you at six o'clock your time and you can tell me what you got, okay?"

I shrugged my shoulders. Justin didn't understand my fears.

"I can't," I insisted.

"Baby, you need to. I can't make you, but it would make me so happy if you did."

My insides warred with each other, my urge to please my husband arguing with my fear and embarrassment.

"You really want me to?" 

"Yeah," Justin insisted. "It would make me feel better. I'll feel awful if you don't. Please go? Please? Please?"

I forced a laugh. 

"Okay, Justin. I'll go."

"Thanks, beautiful!" Justin exclaimed, his voice perking up instantly. "I'll go now and eat some dinner. Call you back in a couple hours, okay?"

I frowned, not wanting to lose his voice. It was lonely in our house without him, and his phone calls were less frequent as of late. "Talk to you then, babe. I love you."

"I love you too," I listened to the click on the other end of the phone, and then turned mine off. Setting the phone next to the pool, I lay back in the water again, shutting my eyes against the glare of the sun and taking a few deep breaths. 

"Well," I said to myself, "Better get out of here and go downtown."

With a sigh I heaved myself out of my calm oasis, dripping the whole way to my bedroom.

* * *

My scarlet cheeks burned as I walked through the doors of the large store, my eyes darting around nervously, afraid to make contact with any of the other patrons. I felt a weird shame at being in such a store, a place I'd never been before, but also a fascination with the objects on the racks and shelves. 

Slowly, carefully avoiding the other shoppers, I made my way through the short aisles. To one side of the store I saw leather clothing, and whips and floggers hanging on the walls. I wasn't interested in those so my eyes skipped past them swiftly. Shelves and shelves of magazines sat nearby, and a few older men were sifting through them. Shuddering, I moved my gaze around some more. I found what I was looking for on a far wall, a display of dildos like I never could have imagined. 

I walked over to the wall, looking nervously over my shoulder to see if anyone had followed. Everyone was still where I had seen them last, no one following me with even their eyes, and with a sigh of relief I looked at the display in front of me. 

Some were in boxes, some in plastic bags hanging from the walls. 

There were so many choices that I found it hard to decide. A method I had always relied on came into play, and I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and swung my finger around. When my arm stopped, I opened my eyes, and gazed upon the dildo I had chosen for myself.

It was blue. The thing that startled me the most about it was that it was blue. Against the selection of other colors, blue seemed rather tame, although not realistic. Realism wasn't what I was looking for here, though, so it would do. I picked up the box to examine the object more closely.

The shape of the thing didn't seem out of the ordinary. It was long, about nine inches, and not very much thicker than my husbands prick. I would probably be able to span it easily with my middle finger and thumb pressed together at their tips, which was good since I didn't know how far I would want to stretch myself. The outside of it looked textured, little bumps resembling veins popping out, and one side seemed a bit flatter than the other. I assumed that it was meant to resemble a human cock...except blue.

It vibrated. This was the largest printed boast on the box. It vibrated and it was blue. And it was waterproof. 

My eyes widened at reading the 'waterproof' label. Safe in hot tubs? Safe in bathtubs? Safe in, say, a swimming pool? Smiling to myself, I nodded my head, accepting the vibrator as my new best friend.

The hardest step was buying the thing. My already blushing face seemed to change a shade brighter than before as I carefully approached the counter. In my chest, my heart raced. I forced myself to take deep breaths and overcome the anxiety. 

"It's fine," I told myself silently. "Nothing to be afraid of."

When I gathered the courage to look up at the salesperson, I was surprised to see a young female. She smiled at me, knowingly, and held her hand out for the box I held. Still blushing, I handed it to her, avoiding contact with her eyes.

"This is a nice one," she commented, flipping the box over to scan the barcode on the back. "I have to open it and make sure it works before I sell it to you, okay?"

I nodded, too shy to say anything. The girl opened the box and pulled out the object, holding it in her small hand. I felt a small shiver of pleasure at the sight of the young pretty thing holding the dildo in her hand, and swallowed hard as she unscrewed the bottom.

"You put the batteries in here," she said, guessing that I had never seen one before. She dropped the batteries into the vibrator and screwed the cap back on. "Then you can turn it to put it on different speeds."

My eyes widened as the dildo began to vibrate in her hands, the plastic moving almost in a blur as the salesgirl turned it onto full power. She then twisted the knob, slowing it down, until it completely stopped. Like a pro, she unscrewed the cap, dropped the batteries into her hand, screwed it back on, and placed it back in the box.

"That'll be $29.99," she said, slipping the box into a paper bag.

I fumbled in my purse for the cash, not wanting to use my husband's credit card despite his insistence that it was okay. I handed the girl the money, accepted the change with shaking hands, and left the store clutching the bag to my chest.

Once home I could relax again. I sat at the table, head resting on my crossed arms, staring at the box that held my recent purchase. I reached for it tentatively, but hesitated and withdrew before grabbing hold of the box. Sighing deeply, I closed my eyes and stretched my arms out across the table, collapsing onto them, burying my face.

The clock chimed, alerting me. My eyes popped open and stared at the two hands as the bell rang six times. I glanced over at the cordless phone standing upright on the counter and time seemed to stand still as I waited on the edge of my seat for it to ring.

The loud ticking of the clock filled my ears as the seconds ran by, waiting for Justin to call.

Minutes passed and my thoughts began to linger to the heat again. I became aware of the beads of sweat trickling down my brow, and reached up to wipe the annoying beads away.

Ringing reverberated through the house. I leaped up, jumping towards the counter and fumbling to hit the talk button.

"Hello?" 

"Good evening, Amy," Justin replied, his voice deep and charming. "Did you go to the store?"

"Hi honey," I said, my voice quivering. "Yes, I went."

"And you got one?" His voice quivered with excitement. I could see the sweet smile stretching across his face even though he was hundreds of miles away.

Smiling myself, and blushing despite the lack of company, I switched the phone to my other ear and answered his query. "Yep."

"What kind did you get?" my husband's eager voice made my smile spread across my face. I heard the squeak of bedsprings as he lay down on his hotel room bed. 

Quickly, I read the description on the box to my husband, hesitating before I added: "It's blue."

"Blue?" he laughed. "Why did you buy a blue one?"

"I don't know," I said, my face turning a shade brighter. I chided myself for being so childish. "I just pointed to one, and that was it. So it's blue."

"Blue it is, then," he declared. I heard him resting back against the squeaky headboard. "What else?"

"It's waterproof," I added. "It's blue and it's waterproof."

"My naughty little wife. What do you need a waterproof vibrator for?"

"I just picked it! Just a random selection. But I don't know, it could be fun."

My eyes drifted outside, looking out the kitchen window at my little pool sitting in the back yard. 

"Maybe your pool outside?" Justin seemed to be reading my mind. My blush, not quite yet faded, returned with a vengeance.

"No!" I exclaimed defensively. "I could never do that. Maybe the bathtub or something-"

"Now that's something I'd like to see," Justin mused. "Do you want to use it in the bathroom tonight, now, while I'm on the phone?"

I grimaced at the thought.

"Do you want me to?" I didn't need to ask; I knew the answer. He wouldn't have mentioned it if he didn't want it.

Looking at the box in my hand, I turned it slowly about, studying the writing that I had nearly memorized by now. My eyes stopped at the open flap, fingers reaching forward to slip the vibrator out and into my waiting palm. I wrapped my fingers around the cool staff as the scent of fresh plastic filled my nostrils. I sighed heavily into the phone.

"Baby?" Justin asked with a worried tone. "Do you want to or not? It's okay if you don't."

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I've never done anything like that. I mean...put something in there. I'm scared."

"Don't be scared, baby. I'll be here with you!"

I smiled, happy to have a supportive husband who was with me even across such a long distance. Of course, there wouldn't be a problem in the first place if he were here.

"I wish you were here," I said softly. "I wish I could fuck you." And just be with you, I thought to myself.

"Oh, baby," Justin murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "I wish I could fuck your brains out. But I can't, so the next best thing is to listen to you fucking yourself!"

I laughed, trying to poke fun at the situation. "Okay. The bathtub it is!"

"Great!" Justin exclaimed, sincere joy in his voice. His excitement was almost contagious. "Get the tub filled up, then!"

"Of course," I said, getting up from the table and walking towards the stairs. Each step I took, my hand holding the phone close to my ear, seemed to be a mile long. The bathroom seemed like it would never arrive, but it did, and I walked across and turned on the faucet.

I crouched down next to the tub and turned on the water, the sound roaring into the phone. Wincing, I stood up and walked quickly out of the room, peeping in at the tub briefly to make sure that it was filling up nicely. The water began to fill the tub and I smiled nervously into the phone.

"It's filling up," I updated for Justin, who laughed merrily on the other end.

"I thought as much," he said playfully. "Why don't you tell me some more about your dildo? What does it feel like?"

"Nothing like you," I answered, holding the vibrator in my hands and staring at the blue object. "It's so cold. What's it going to feel like, having something that cold up there? It's blue. Did I mention that?"

"A couple of times," Justin replied, but without any hint of annoyance in his voice. "Does it look like a cock, other than color?"

"Sort of," I examined the object in my hand. I turned it over, looking at it from another angle. Lifting it above my head, I looked at it pointed down towards my face. "It has a head, like your cock, but…no skin or anything. It's rather odd."

"I think they make more realistic ones, but they're more expensive," Justin said. 

"I didn't see any, but I wasn't looking really hard. Just wanted to get in and get out."

"Maybe when I come home I'll go find you a couple more before I have to leave again."

"I'd rather just have this one," I replied, peeking back into the bathroom. The tub was about halfway to the point I wanted it. Sighing, I leaned against the wall and balanced the phone between my shoulder and ear again, whispering to my boyfriend. "I don't want you to get jealous, you know."

Justin laughed out loud at my joke, making me smile. I loved to hear his laugh, especially when it was laughing with a joke that I told rather than at something I did. 

"I won't get jealous, sweet heart. I promise."

"You sure? It's a little bit longer than you are."

"Sometimes size doesn't matter. I'll bet I'm more talented than that thing."

"I don't know," I said, teasingly. "I haven't tried it out yet."

"Well get your pretty butt in that bathroom and take it for a test drive!" The sultry sound of his deep voice sent a shiver through my spine. I looked around the corner again and decided that I could get in the bathtub now, even though the water level hadn't risen as far as I would have liked. My patience was thin and I wanted this experiment to be over with.

"Okay, I'm going in again," I warned, walking towards the tub. The beating sound of water hitting water filled my ears again before I reached the faucet and turned the knob. The flow stopped, save for a few drops hitting the surface slowly, a plink, plink noise that seemed to reverberate off the tiled walls. "I have to put the phone down to take my clothes off," I told my husband, and I set the phone down on the side of the bathtub before he could reply.

Taking my clothes off slowly, I watched the surface of the smooth water. The clear stuff rippled slightly with each drop falling from the faucet, mesmerizing me a bit. I watched the ripples flow across the water as I peeled my shirt off, then my bra, and stepped out of my panties and shorts. 

Putting the phone against my ear once more, I whispered "I'm naked."

Justin moaned on the other end of the phone. "I wish I were there with you, baby."

"Me too," I muttered, lifting my foot over the side of the bathtub and placing it in the water. I gasped audibly at the heat of the water, and eased my ankle into the hot liquid as well.

"Warm?" Justin asked, hearing the sound of me slipping my leg into the tub.

"A little too warm," I answered. "Whoops, better not forget the vibrator."

"No, don't forget it. That would be silly."

I giggled, reaching over and taking the dildo in my hand, and lifted my second foot into the tub. Carefully, wincing slightly, I lowered my body into the hot water. Sweat seemed to appear on my skin immediately, my body turning red from the heat. I sighed deeply, engulfed in the warmth, and leaned back against the tub.




Summertime Blues



Sweat dripped off of Ken's nose as he drove the combine through the wheat. He was high up on one of the giant sloping hills that formed the Palouse. This was southeastern Washington wheat country. Farms here were measured in tens of thousands of acres. Ken was working his father's farm which totaled eighty thousand acres. He was flanked by ten combines all busily harvesting wheat. The sun beat down relentlessly and the cab of the combine was oven hot. The dust kicked up by the harvesters seemed to find its way into everything. By the end of the fourteen hour day, Ken was caked in the mud that formed from his sweat and the dust.

He drove the combine to the parking area and got out, heading for his pickup. "Hey there buddy!" yelled Larry, one of the other combine operators, "How about we go have a beer."

"Not tonight," Ken replied. "I've got to get his dirt off me. I'll see ya tomorrow."

He jumped in his truck and drove out of the field. He had a room at his dad's house over the garage. He parked in the driveway and sprinted up the steps, quickly shedding his clothes, he jumped into the shower. The water was cold. He didn't care; at least it was wet and was washing the days work from his lithe body. After half an hour of careful scrubbing he was ready for a nap. He had to be in the field at four in the morning.

He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The days plodded on. Ken had no days off. The wheat was ready and it wouldn't wait. Finally, three weeks later it was over. 

"Dad, you've got to air condition those combines. We're dying out there. I damned near fainted twenty times this harvest."

Ken's father was one of those old tough guys that you read about but seldom see. "Don't be a pussy Ken. It's always been hot in those rigs."

"Yeah but now with the enclosed cabs it's like operating an oven. Someone's gonna get hurt. Then what happens to your insurance? In the long run, it'll save you money."

"Hmmm, I hadn't thought about that. Maybe we'll fix it this winter."

'That's great dad. I'm going to see Mary Beth."

"Have a good time son."

Mary Beth Richards was also from a farming family. She lived ten miles from Ken Peter's farm. Her father only owned five thousand acres but he leased another ten thousand. Ken drove into the yard. Mary Beth had seen him coming and was waiting for him at the door. She jumped off the porch and into his arms almost knocking him over. "Ken honey!!" she squealed excitedly. "It's been way too long."

"We just finished up yesterday," Ken explained. He kissed her full on the lips as they walked into the house.

"Daddy's finishing up tomorrow. Mama's in town buying groceries. What can we do to amuse ourselves?" she asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

They sat on the couch. Mary Beth was on his lap. She could feel his growing erection on her bottom. She smiled at him and wiggled.

"Very cute!" Ken exclaimed. "What are you trying to do to me?"

"Who me? I'm not the one with the extra hard weeny poking someone's butt."

"If you don't stop wiggling, it'll be poking more than your butt!"

"Oh yeah? Show me," she challenged.

Ken wrapped his big, strong arms around her and squeezed. His hands ran up and down her back as she started to writhe, anticipating the pleasure that was to come. He rolled her over on the couch and unbuttoned her blouse. "Hmm, no bra, huh? Who were you expecting?"

"You're not very bright, are you? Who is lying on top of me? Who has the hardon? Who is getting ready to do evil things to my nubile young body? It ain't the mailman! Stop screwing around and suck my nipples!"

Ken removed her blouse and rubbed her ample tits. He poked one nipple after another into his mouth and sucked hard on them. "Mary Beth, I'm not exactly comfortable out here in the living room. What if your mama or daddy came in unexpectedly?"

"You're right sweetheart. Follow me!" She led him upstairs to her secluded room. It was the only room on the second floor and it was huge. She had her own bathroom and a kitchenette. In the middle of the room was a huge four-poster bed. She plopped down on the edge of the bed. "Now, where were we?"

"If I remember right, I was sucking your tits and getting ready to take off your dress."

"I believe you are right! Here, let me help you." She unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor. All she had on was a pair of panties. 

Ken grabbed her hips and mashed his nose into her silk clad pussy. "Mmmmm, you must have gotten excited somehow. I smell pussy juice."

"That's right Snoopy. And I've got a lot more of it stored up for you."

"Let's not let it get stale," he commented as he pulled her panties off.

"Hey, no fair! You've still got all your clothes on!"

"That's not my fault. It's your fault. You have been negligent in your duties. Hop to it and denude me immediately!"

"Yes sir," she agreed, fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper. She stripped off his jeans and shorts. She took off his boots and then his shirt. "Now, that's more like it!" she mumbled. She pulled him onto her and hugged him fiercely. She felt his cock jerking between her legs. She rubbed it and scooped up some precum. "Yum," she said as she licked her fingers.

Ken's cock slid easily into her hungry pussy. He held still in her, savoring the feel of her wet, tight snatch. "When are you going to marry me?" he asked.

"Oh my God!! Did you just ask me to marry you?" she squealed with delight. "I've been waiting for years for you to say something! I'll marry you as soon as I can. Fuck me hard and make a baby for us. I don't want to wait."

As he started stroking into her he said, "I was gonna cum in you anyhow just in case you said no. I love you Mary Beth."

"Oh God! I love you too. Now let's get on with it. Do me hard."

She returned his expression of love thrust for thrust. There was no way to feel better than this. Her man was on top of her trying to shoot a child into her. Her pussy was throbbing. Her mind was throbbing. Her world was settling into the kind of order she craved. She felt his cock sliding in and out. "Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh" she grunted in time with his pumping. 

He felt her pussy gripping his dick. Her magical cunt muscles were milking him, begging for his sperm. Both of them were sweating. His nuts retracted and he felt that good, good feeling way down in his center. "Is your egg ready?" he grunted.

"Yup, gimme that sperm!" she cried and started her orgasm.

When he felt her tighten hard on his cock he lost control. His body stiffened. He was close to blacking out. He slammed his dick into her as far as it would go. "Aaaaahhhhh!" He pumped his juice into her in several massive squirts.

She felt him cumming in her and she greedily accepted it all. "Don't pull out! I want as much in me as can keep! Pump more in me if you can. I want a belly full of your sweet cum sloshing around in me!"

He lay on top of her with his dick still inserted. It was now at half staff, but would stay semi hard for a while. He could feel her incredible pussy pulsing around him, demanding more. His cock started to stiffen again and he stroked into her faster and faster.

"Damn! I'm gonna marry super man!" she squealed. "Gimme, gimme, gimme!"

Ken couldn't believe that he was ready to go that fast, but her wasn't complaining. He hadn't had any of her sweet pussy for a month and a half. He drove into her again but not with the same sense of urgency as the first time. He felt her hips grind against his pubes as she tried to milk more of the love potion from him. It worked, and soon he was shooting into her again. This time his cock deflated almost immediately but he kept the stub pressed against her cunt to prevent leakage. Finally sated and totally satisfied, he rolled over beside her.

She hugged him tightly. "The great thing about this is, if you didn't impregnate me, we've got all winter to practice. I want you so bad. How did I ever make it without you?"

"You mean for the first twenty years of your life or the first twenty years of mine?"

"Both, smarty pants. We've got to get dressed. Mama will be back from town soon. I can hardly wait to tell her!"

"What, exactly are you going to tell her?"

"I'm going to tell her that I'm getting married and I am working on our first baby already!"

"Is that a good idea? What will she say? What will your daddy think?"

"Don't be silly. They didn't just fall off the punkin truck! Mama asked me two months ago if I was pregnant yet. Daddy asked when his first grandchild would get here. They already know we've been screwing each other to death. Relax."

Ken fished around in his pocket and pulled out the little ring box. "Here you go!" he said as he presented it to her.

Inside was an engagement ring. She put it on her finger. "I'm gonna fuck you again and again! How long have you had this?"

"I bought it last winter when I was sure you were the one."

"Last winter? And you're just now asking me, you skunk?"

"Well, yeah, you know how I hate to rush into anything."

"Yeah, anything but my panties! This ring must have cost a fortune. Where did you get the money?"

"I've been saving my farm bonuses since I was fourteen. That's when I first suspected you might be my wife someday."

"Fourteen? Six years? You've been saving six years?"

"Well yeah, I figured if you said no and kicked me out, I could always go buy a Corvette and become a playboy!"

"Oh, ha ha, ha! Very funny. Ken the playboy. That'll be the day!"

Ken wrapped his leathery arms around Mary and squeezed her tight. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"

"I'm beginning to get an inkling. I've been in love with you for a long time too. I just want to be the best wife and lover you could possibly get."

"Well, you're certainly the best lover. I'll give you fifty years or so to work on the 'best wife' part."

"I had about given up on this summer. I thought I'd have the blues again. My future hubby rescued me." She kissed him sweetly and they went downstairs to wait for mama. 



Summertime Blues



The following is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. No persons under the age of 18 are depicted in any sexual activity. Copyright 2011, by the author. All rights reserved.



"It's too damn hot," thought Danny Jameson as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it away. 

He had hoped, his thoughts continued over the roar of the lawnmower, that by age 23 he'd be finished with mowing yards. That was what kids did, teenagers, for pocket money. 

Danny was beyond that, having a real job with Global Shipping Systems loading delivery trucks at night. In at 10, off at six, sleep till noon. 

Sweet! 

That left plenty of time for play in the day, and the gym. It was decent money too. Still living with his parents, it seemed like a gold mine. 

Looking down at his tanned torso and muscular arms vibrating by the mower's motor, he was proud of his body. 

"Maybe not be so pretty in the face," he thought, "but hot in the core. Six foot three and solid." 

He knew it; his girlfriends told him so as they pressed their bodies into his. 

"Yeah," Danny thought and grinned inwardly, "hot in the core." 

The lawn he was cutting belonged to Mrs. Davies. 

The younger kids in the neighborhood called her "old lady Davies." 

Danny didn't see her as being 'old.' Not in the least.

He had been mowing her lawn since he was 17 and found out rather sneakily that she was 40 when he had started. While he was doing some other yard work for her, she invited him inside for iced tea. 

Danny saw her driver's license on the kitchen table and checked her birthday. 

Now she was 46, and she was gorgeous. 

No, not just pretty – she was drop dead gorgeous. 

No wrinkles or lines, no stretch marks, not one gray hair. 

Sometimes Mrs. Davies would lie on her patio in a bikini while he worked. She was curvy and womanly – mature – tall and stately at five feet, ten inches. He found her body sexier than the bodies of most of his 19 or 20 year old dates. 

And she lived two houses away. 

Sarah Davies had been married, but her husband had been killed in a job related accident several years back. She was active within the community doing volunteer work and such. Otherwise, she didn't appear to have a paying job. Rumors were she received a large monetary settlement after her husband's death. 

Danny didn't think she had any children; he also noticed she didn't seem to go out on dates or with friends too often. She was a nice lady and everyone in town seemed to like her. 

Sarah had always been nice to him. 

Six years on, and his crush on her was as intensive as it had ever been. He raised the mower over an exposed tree root and continued his work. 

Danny had mowed lots of lawns in his young life. Mowing lawns was what considered as his first "real" job. 

Danny was smart too, saving most of what he earned. He had a reputation among his neighbors for being punctual and for doing a thorough job and this led to a decent fall and spring business cleaning gutters and roofs. 

Over the years, he built up quite a list of clients. 

Danny always went after the larger yards; 'more green means more green,' he liked to say, leaving the smaller yards to other neighborhood kids. 

Danny liked most of his customers. They were kind and friendly to him, always having a check or cash ready by the time he finished. 

Of course, there were a few that he didn't care for. 

Mrs. Faulkner was his worst. She was a stick thin, miserable, shriveled, old widow woman; a bitch really, who watched his every move from behind thick heavy curtains as he mowed. 

While her husband was alive, they had been notorious for their screaming fights, often heard three and four houses away. 

Danny was certain that her husband died on purpose to get away from her. People said she didn't attend the funeral. 

Her watching him made him uneasy. 

One of his friends teased that she was probably getting herself off behind the curtains.

The very thought made Danny's skin crawl. 

Each time she opened her door, a stale, moldy, and musty smell would engulf his nose. 

Two of the checks she had paid him with bounced; one, she had never made good on. She never invited him in, for which he was grateful. 

He wouldn't have gone anyway. 

Then there was Winthrop Castlegate. 

He was never around when his lawn was cut and in his yard were beds of exquisite flowers, so vibrant in color; passing cars would slow or even stop to look. 

Danny hated the flowers. Not only were they in his way. The flowers attracted clouds of bees. 

He had been stung twice already this summer. 

Danny worked at other jobs too. The worst had been at Burgerland. 

It didn't last long. Danny quit after two weeks when the manager made him watch a 45 minute video about serving french fries. 

"What the fuck?" he thought. "How freakin' complicated is it to serve french fries?" 

Another job was at the Rolling Rock Mall Bookseller, but the store had closed suddenly and without notice. 

Danny went to work one afternoon to find the windows papered over and the doors locked. 

A mall maintenance worker was removing the store sign from over the door, to which a note was taped saying thank you to loyal customers and that all employees would receive their paychecks by mail.

So, he returned to the lawns and the gutters until he finished school and could get a full time job. A 'real' job. 

Global Shipping Systems now provided that job. 

Danny knew his lawn customers liked him. They didn't want him to quit.

"Quit complaining," he thought. 

Still, at 23, he was feeling foolish cutting grass for money. 

Perhaps he should pass the reigns to a younger generation. Give someone else a chance. Turn over the clientele and "retire." 

He smiled at the thought and rounded the base of a tree with the mower, then leaned into the handlebar, pushing on. 

But not Mrs. Davies, no not her. He would continue to mow her lawn. 

Truthfully, she's why he kept mowing lawns. 

Mrs. Davies was his favorite customer, and not only because of his crush on her. 

She was his "lucky charm." 

He always seemed to be in the right place at the right time when something would happen to fuel his interest in her. 

Once the wind billowed up her skirt and revealed her beautiful round bottom. She wore lacey white panties. 

Another time she came outside while he was working to tell him something about a problem tree in the yard. 

Danny saw Sarah wasn't wearing a bra and as she walked toward him, her full, large breasts moved rhythmically under her t-shirt with each step, her nipples hard and brown, pressed pointedly against the white fabric. 

Danny realized Sarah was watching him closely as she moved towards him. Only after she made eye contact with him, direct and bold, did she move her arms across herself.

Then she smiled a shy, sweet smile.

Last year, he noticed her underwear hanging on a makeshift clothesline across the backyard. Glancing to see if anyone was about, he looked at one of her bras to see the size. 

The label was faded. He could make out 36D...maybe DD. 

He went to a pair of panties and looked in the waist band. 

Faded again, but readable. A size 6. 

No wonder he spent so many nights masturbating to his fantasies of her; fantasies born in his imagination and burned into his memory. In his mind, this woman was damn near perfect. 

But something was happening. 

Danny couldn't help but notice these 'chance' events seemed to be more frequent and less by chance. 

Two weeks ago, when he arrived to mow her lawn, Sarah called him to the back door. When he got there, she was just buttoning her blouse, her bra nearly fully exposed to him. 

Danny had quickly looked away, surprised more than embarrassed, but blushing nonetheless. 

Earlier in the summer, Sarah was showing him another tree branch she wanted trimmed. She stood behind him to point it out, leaning against him as she did. 

Danny felt the full press of her breasts, warm and soft, against his back. 

Just last month, Sarah came outside to work while he was mowing. She was wearing a flowing yellow sun dress, and knelt in her garden. As she reached for one plant or another, her legs would open slightly – just enough once or twice so that it was clear for Danny to see she wasn't wearing panties. 

He had been able to look down her shirt more times than he could count. 

Then there was Sarah's sunbathing on her back deck, always in a bikini, always with the top untied. She even asked him to re-tie it one time. 

Danny enjoyed all of these things, of course, but never openly acknowledged this to Sarah. 

The best memory he had of her happened three years ago.

He was 20; Mrs. Davies would have been 43. 

Danny had gone to her house to cut the grass. But unlike his other customers, he always wanted to say hello to her before he started. 

The back door swung open against his knocking. 

The air inside was thick and humid. Water was running.

The shower. 

He heard singing. 

Danny knew he shouldn't, but he wanted to look. 

He started in and the water shut off. 

Danny froze, waiting, his heart pounding.

A shadow moved across the floor in front of him, slowing, hesitating, and then continuing.

A door creaked. The soft singing resumed.

Danny stepped quietly forward and paused. He turned his neck to see.

Sarah was standing in her bedroom, her back to the door, naked and wet, her beautiful round ass bared for him to see. . 

Bending forward, she patted the towel down her lean, tanned, and freshly shaven legs. 

Danny trembled as he watched the delicate folds of her sex peek and wink from between her thighs. 

Her full breasts hung like magnificent jewels, swaying gently with her movements, the brown nipples hard and thick like thimbles. 

Holy shit. 

A pair of lacy blue lace panties and a matching bra were hanging from the bedpost. 

Danny's heart was now beating itself to death in his chest. His hand went to his crotch, squeezing his growing and swelling shaft. 

Holy Shit. 

What if she saw him? 

Sarah stood, and swung the towel over her head. She gathered her long wet hair in it, wadding it into a drying turban. 

Old Mrs. Davies then picked up the panties and stepped into them, pulling them up and over her delicious ass. 

Danny quietly slipped out. He stumbled on the stairs and ran home, leaving the lawnmower and gas can on her sidewalk. 

The rough fabric of his jeans was painful against his still swelling penis, making it raw as he ran. His balls were aching blue and his heart pounded hard, fueling his passion for the vision he had just seen. 

Danny burst through the backdoor of his parent's house.

He ran past his startled sister, knocking a glass of water from her hand, the glass shattering on the floor. 

Once in his room, he slammed and locked the door and sat on the edge of his bed, pants around his ankles. 

He spat into his hand and teased his cock head with the wetness.

Gripping his hot cock, he began stroking. 

There was a banging at his door. 

"Go away!" he yelled. 

He heard his sister's muffled voice. 

"What's your freakin' problem, dipshit?" 

"Go away!" he yelled louder, harsher. 

"Geez," she muttered. 

"Fuckhead," she yelled and slammed the door hard with her fist. 

"You're gonna be in deep shit trouble!" 

Her steps padded away. Danny's focus returned to his cock. 

Closing his eyes he saw Sarah Davies standing naked before him. 

He saw her beautiful breasts and thick long nipples. He saw her fantastic round ass, and the moist delicate folds of her pussy, wisps of curly dark hair showing between her smooth and soft thighs as she bent before him.

Danny saw her long dark hair hanging in wet strands half way down her back. 

He saw her sexy lingerie, hanging from the bedpost, and remembered the blue lace sliding over her beautiful ass. 

It was her hand on his cock now; her spit. 

Oh yeah... 

Danny closed his eyes and fell back onto the bed, stroking harder, faster, cupping his balls with his other hand, squeezing gently. 

He wanted to go slow, as he knew Mrs. Davies would if she was jacking his dick, but he couldn't. 

Danny could see her full lips moving; hear her melodious voice singing, calling to him and as hot spurts of cum streamed onto his chest and belly, his body stiff with pleasure.

Danny lay on his back sweating and panting heavily.

He released his grip on his softening dick, letting it flop onto his lower belly, his hot cum running down his sides and onto the sheets. 

That night his parents asked him why he burst into the house as if he was being chased by a pack of dogs, scaring his baby sister half to death. 

"What happened?" they wanted to know. 

"Nothing," Danny had told them. "I left my wallet here and came back for it. I was in a hurry." 

The lawnmower and gas can had stayed in Mrs. Davies yard until the next morning. He had been afraid to return that day.

Danny laughed softly at the memory. 

The yard was finished. 

He stopped the lawnmower, went to the front door and knocked. 

Mrs. Davies opened the door, and seeing it was Danny, smiled. 

Suddenly he felt self conscious at remembering how he jerked off to this woman, embarrassed at remembering all of the orgasmic rushes his fantasies of her had brought to him. 

Sarah was radiant and beautiful, wearing an off white colored sundress of thin cotton. Reflected sunlight from the room behind her cast her in a soft silhouette and made the dress veil-like, her form outlined underneath. 

Danny couldn't believe his eyes. 

Sarah was wearing the lacy blue bra and lacy blue panties he had seen in her room three years ago. The dark color and lacy pattern were clearly visible against the gauzy dress. 

He would know them anywhere. 

Mrs. Davies long brown hair fell about her shoulders. Her deep chocolate eyes locked onto him, making him her prisoner. 

Danny stammered. He looked to the left and right, struggling to speak.

"....ummm...uh, Mrs. Davies?" 

She smiled sweetly and leaned against the open doorway. 

"Yes Danny?" 

He began to sweat even more. 

"I'm finished with the yard now" he said. 

"Uh...I...umm...just wanted to tell you." 

Danny smiled weakly. 

Sarah took his hand in hers. 

"You look damn near over heated. Come in and have some iced tea, alright?" 

Danny staggered, nearly falling under her pull. 

"Yes, ma'm. That'd be...that'd be good. Thanks Mrs. Davies." 

She shut the door. 

"Danny, you're what now...22?" 

He swallowed hard. 

"Ma'am? Uh...I'm 23." 

"Ah. 23. Good." she said. 

"Well it's time you call me Sarah. And don't call me ma'am." 

She looked at him moistening her lips slightly, then winked and smiled. "At least not all the time." 

Sarah turned and led him into the house.

"Oh, and Danny, remind me to see that you're paid today too." 

With a start, Danny suddenly realized he was shirtless and that he smelled of sweat, lawn, and gas. 

"Oh shit...my shirt," he mumbled. 

"What?" Sarah stopped and turned casting her eyes up and down. 

"Your shirt?" she said. "Oh don't worry about that. You're fine as you are. It's hot as Hades anyway. C'mon." 

She tightened her grip on his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. 

Sarah's house was cool; sweet smelling and fresh. Comforting. A woman's abode. 

"Ummm...ok, Mrs. ...umm...I mean Sarah. I'm sorry I'm so sweaty. At least I shaved today." 

She glanced back at him, her eyebrows raised. Danny smiled weakly.

In the kitchen, she pulled a chair out from the table and gestured towards it, nearly pushing him into it. The wood was a shock of cold against his back and he jerked forward. Sarah got two glasses from the cupboard, filled them with ice and poured hot steaming tea over the smoky cubes. 

"I wanted to ask..." she was saying when her phone rang. 

"Excuse me," she said and brushed by him. 

Danny looked around. 

He had been in her kitchen several times before, but only briefly. He realized it had never been for this long. Sarah always offered him iced tea, but usually, he took it outside. Dishes and glasses were arranged neatly in glass front cabinets and cupboards; racks holding spices and herbs sat on the countertop near the sink; a dish towel hung from a clip under the cabinet over the sink. A microwave oven sat near one corner. 

Danny felt uneasy, nervous. The chill of the cool interior air was making his sweaty body feel chilled.

Sarah returned to the kitchen. 

"Sorry 'bout that," she said. 

"It's ok. I don't mean to keep you; I can get that tea another time," he said and stood. 

Sarah turned to him. 

"Don't be silly. You're here now and it's already poured. Besides, it's much cooler inside.

And didn't we agree it's hot as hell out there?" 

He smiled. 

"Sure. Thanks...Sarah." 

She gestured to the chair. Danny sat. 

"Now. I wanted to ask if you're you any good with plumbing. Are you?" 

She put his tea on the table in front of him, the ice still melting and smoking. He sipped the cool liquid; it was sweet with a hint of lemon. 

"Plumbing?" he asked as she walked back to the counter. 

"Yes dear, plumbing." 

She nudged the cabinet door beneath the sink with her right foot.

"Under here. There's something wrong with the drain, I think. Would you look for me?" 

Her foot lingered against the dark of the cabinet, blue painted toenails bright against the deep amber wood. His eyes traced her leg; lightly tanned, supple and smooth to her knee, where the split in her dress revealed a trim, silky thigh. 

Sarah smiled and lowered her gaze on him. 

Her eyes melted his insides. Danny took another sip of tea. 

"Yes ma'm....uh...I mean sure, I don't know anything about plumbing, but I guess I could look." 

He tilted the glass back again. The ice surged, rushing at his mouth, pushing the chilled sweet liquid before it. Tea and ice splashed over his chest and onto his jeans. 

"Son of a bitch!" he shouted and jumped up; then remembering where he was, blushed. 

"I'm sorry," he said, "it was pretty cold. Surprised me." Looking down at his body, he thought it looked as if he had pissed his pants. 

Danny looked at Sarah. 

"Sorry," he said. "If you give me a towel, I'll clean it up." 

Sarah smiled slyly and grabbed the dish towel from the clip under the cabinet. Danny reached for it; she lightly brushed his hand aside. 

"No worries," she said. "It's no big thing. Let me get you dried off." 

Sarah began dabbing the tea from his body, around his nipples and on his belly, her free hand clasping his shoulder. Her eyes traced the lines of his muscular chest and stomach; her hand felt the six-pack of his abdominals through the thin fabric of the towel. 

Heat began to rise within her. 

She was so close to him he could feel her breath graze his nipples and shoulders; her soft brown hair brushed his body in sweeps as she dabbed with the towel, her warm fingertips dragging across his skin frequently. 

Electricity surged through him and blood rushed to his groin. 

The lacy blue bra Sarah wore was clearly visible when she leaned across him and he watched as the tail of the towel slid across his wet blue jean covered crotch. He noticed for the first time that her fingernails were long and that they were also painted blue with intricate detailed patterns, almost like lace. 

"There," she said standing upright again. 

"Now we have to get those wet pants off." 

Danny's eyes went wide. He stared at her in shock and then laughed, folding his arms across his chest, blushing. 

"Oh, don't go shy now," Sarah said, swatting his shoulder lightly with the towel. 




Summertime Blues



She tossed the towel onto the countertop.

"You know I'm joking," she said. "Don't you?" 

Danny smiled nervously. 

"Oh, c'mon," she said, motioning him the cabinet doors beneath the sink. 

"I'd really, really appreciate you looking for me. Please?" 

Danny smiled and sighed. 

"Alright Mrs. ...oh....Sarah. Sure. I'll look. But I really don't know anything about plumbing." 

He dropped to the cool tiled floor and opened the cabinet. There were the usual cleaning supplies and jars, dishwashing soaps, and pipes. It looked like any other under the sink cabinet he'd ever seen. 

Deciding he should at least make a show of things, he lay on his back, and pushing a can of spray cleaner and dishwashing soap aside, wiggled in head first until he was under the drain. 

It still looked rather ordinary to him. The smell was slightly musty. 

"See anything yet?" Sarah called. 

"Ummm...no ma'm," he answered and winced.

"I mean 'Sarah.' " 

"What in hell am I looking for?" Danny thought.

To extend the pretense, he asked, "ummm...do you have a sink disposal machine?" 

She laughed; giggled really. 

"If I did, wouldn't it be under there?" 

"Oh yeah," he sheepishly agreed. "Brilliant move dumbass," he thought. 

"Sarah, I don't see anything. Really, I don't. I mean, I'd love to tell you I see something, but I don't." 

He felt her move on the floor beside his thighs. 

"Well come on out then," she said. 

"Maybe you should you look up here just to be sure." Danny sighed again and began to slide out from under the sink. 

"Alright. But can you tell me what exactly I'm looking...." 

Danny gasped. 

Sarah was standing directly over him, Danny's eyes stared up between her legs at those lacy blue panties. 

In one fluid motion, she dropped onto him in a squat, her hands on his chest, pushing him fully to the floor. 

The tiles were a cold shock against his back. Sarah felt his muscles tense as she leaned over him, her lips nearly touching his. 

The cougar upon her prey. 

"You've been a bad boy Danny, a very bad boy," Sarah purred in a deep, raspy tone.

Danny made a slight croaking sound. 

Sarah smiled that sweet smile.

"We both know exactly what you want to see – and what you want to do. Don't we?" 

Danny's breath came quick and fast as her tongue darted out of her mouth and teased his lips, parting them, swirling around them, and then withdrawing again. 

Sarah pinched his bare nipples and lowered her knees to the floor, straddling him. 

Danny turned his head away, unsure of what was happening, unsure of what he should do. Sarah's breath was in his ear, her tongue probing it, hot and wet. 

"I know you watch me," she whispered. "I've seen you. And I know you watched me after a shower, at least once." 

Sarah sat up, still straddling his body. She traced a fingertip around his chin and down his neck onto his chest.

"Have there been any more times I should know about?" she asked.

Danny stared wide eyed at her, his heart pounding. 

She laughed sexily. 

"I thought you were going to blow a hole in your pants that one day when you watched me dry off and get dressed. Right in my doorway too."

She drew her finger away from his chest and wagged it in his face.

"You've got some nerve, young man," she said sarcastically and laughed.

"How long ago was that?" she asked. "Three years? Hmmm...you wanted to jerk your cock right there, didn't you?" 

She leaned down and bit his earlobe. 

He yelped. 

Sarah laughed. 

"I saw you running off," she whispered. "Did you think I hadn't seen you?" 

Suddenly, Danny brought his arms up, pushing her back. 

"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled. 

With some force, she pushed him back to the floor and leaned close to him again, kissing his neck and shoulders, teasing his salty skin with her satin tongue. 

Danny drew in a sharp breath. 

Sarah stroked his sweaty hair and kissed his face softly. 

"You won't need to jerk that cock of yours today sweetie," she said and smiled. "You'll probably be too sore." 

Panic flashed in his eyes. She realized he was trembling under her. 

Sarah laughed, licking her lips. 

"Oh sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you," she said and narrowed her gaze. 

"But you will beg for mercy." 

Danny raised his arms again; this time she caught his hands and guided them to her breasts, holding them there. 

Danny's hands squeezed involuntarily, her warm firm flesh yielding to his grip, her nipples hardening. 

His cock began to grow hard under her crotch. 

Sarah let out a raspy sigh and moved her hips back and forth on him. 

She fixed his gaze again and reached around herself, unzipping her dress and letting it slip from her shoulders. His hands moved long enough to let the dress fall, then quickly returned to her breasts. 

Danny squeezed her breasts again, feeling her nipples growing hard beneath the fabric of the bra. He traced the intricate lace pattern with his fingertip, Sarah shuddering each time a finger crossed her nipples. 

Danny's eyes were wide and staring. 

Sarah smiled down at him. 

Biting her lower lip, she reached around her back and unhooked the blue lace bra and let it drop, releasing her breasts. 

Danny watched as they fell to their beautiful natural shape, the brown areola and nipples thick with excitement, puckered and dimpled. 

The bra fell onto Danny's chest, warm and electric on his skin. 

Sarah folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up, almost as an offering. She lifted her left nipple to her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. 

"You like my titties, don't you?" she cooed. 

All Danny could manage was a groan. 

Sarah lowered the one she had been pleasuring, still cupping the breast in her hand, pinching and rolling the wet nipple between her fingers. 

She lifted the other nipple to her waiting mouth and sucked it in fully, moaning softly, then released it. She pushed her bra off of him and onto the floor. 

"You know," she said, suddenly thoughtful, "I don't usually keep my lingerie for so long. But I saw you at my clothesline one time when my dryer wasn't working, looking at my...lacey things" 

Sarah leaned over him and moved her shoulders so that her breasts swayed gently over Danny's chest, her nipples brushed lightly across his skin. 

"I kept these for you," she finally said. 

Danny couldn't believe this was happening. How in hell did she know? Had she seen him do everything? Had she been teasing him all along? 

Danny's eyes widened even more as he realized. She had molded him for this moment. 

In a weak voice, he squeaked "Oh my god, you planned this? Holy shit!" 

Sarah only smiled. 

"Oh my sweet boy, you have no idea." 

Anger stirred within him but he was drowning in the spell of her seduction. The anger rapidly flashed past. 

Sarah Davies was using him. 

He quickly decided he didn't care. 

Sarah guided her right nipple into this mouth. 

"I want you to suck my titties." 

Danny licked and sucked at the rubbery flesh, her nipple hard on his tongue. 

Sarah moaned loudly, his sweaty aroma engulfing her. His hands were tracing the form of her torso, so supple and womanly. 

Surely she felt him hard and pulsating under her. 

Danny moved his fingers down her sides to her hips, feeling her curves, her powerful feminine shape, her warmth, the heat radiating from her soft skin. Her nipple was thick on his tongue. 

Danny loved how she felt so different from the teenage girls and twenty-somethings he usually dated. 

He moved his head side to side, letting her beautiful big tits brush against his face, her hard nipples against his lips, their weight heavy against his cheeks. 

He licked furiously at them, first one then the other, kissing them and licking them all over, squeezing them together, wanting both nipples in his mouth at once. 

Sarah was in ecstasy. 

She raised her hips slightly and with her right hand, reached down between her legs, still pressing her breasts into his face. 

She expertly loosened Danny's pants, pulling his cock and balls from his boxers, her long blue fingernails occasionally scratching across him, her fingertips tracing the edge of the head and tip, driving him crazy with passion. 

Sarah moaned softly at the messages her fingertips were sensing.

Long. Hot. And thick. 

Danny's hands dropped to her ass, feeling the delicate lacy material of her panties, his fingertips electric. 

Sarah sat upright again, pulling him with her. 

Still straddling him, she grabbed his face with both hands, and kissed him deeply, her tongue probing and pushing his aside until at last their tongues were entangled. 

The lace of her panties was rough against the head of his cock, making him wince. 

Sarah stood him up as they kissed and let her dress fall from her hips to the floor. 

Danny's hands cruised her body, up and down her back and sides, to her breasts, to her face, to her nipples, pinching and squeezing. Feeling her curves. 

Sarah pushed his jeans down, keeping one had on his hard and throbbing cock, stroking it lightly and teasingly, her fingertips brushing his balls. 

His hands fell again to her ass, her luscious round ass. 

Danny broke from her kiss and stepped out of his jeans. 

He dropped to his knees, his face close to her crotch, Sarah's trimmed and groomed bush a dark triangle beneath the blue lacy fabric. He inhaled deeply, drowning in her woman scent and began to kiss and lick his way up her belly, lingering at her naval, probing softly with his tongue. 

Sarah's body shook with each touch. 

Danny licked up her belly, to her breasts, sucking and biting at her nipples and licking the soft skin between them. 

He pulled her to him, her breasts flattened against his chest, and thrust his free hand into those lacy blue panties, parting her swollen lips with his fingers. 

Sarah screamed with pleasure, so loudly that it was startling to Danny. 

She thrust her hips down onto his hand and pushed her mouth onto his, invading him with her tongue. 

Danny's fingers tugged and pulled at her engorged and slippery sex. 

Sarah gasped again as he teased her clit with a finger, then two, rolling it and pinching it between them, squeezing it from it's hood. Sarah could hardly breath; hardly stand. 

"Hmmm," she whispered. "You're more learned than I thought."

Danny was encouraged.

Sarah gushed as his fingers entered her, thrusting inside her hole, splitting her open. 

Danny's fingers slipped out and pushed further back, rubbing the swollen and velvety lips as they went, teasing her ass. 

He cupped her dripping pussy in his hand and held her gently, almost lifting her from the floor, while sliding his palm back and forth softly against her. 

Sarah threw her head back and moaned, then leaned forward, her soft hair covering them both. 

Danny's fingers found her honey pot and entered her again. 

"Ahhh," she gasped sharply as her body trembled, drowning in pleasure. 

Danny brought his face to hers and kissed her passionately. 

Sarah eased away from him and pulled his hand from her dripping pussy. 

This was her seduction.

Sarah fixed her gaze on him and gripped the back of his neck, pulling him to her. She kissed his lips softly. 

"I've got you Danny boy," she said. 

Sarah took his hand, sticky with her juices, and led him to the same chair where he had spilled the tea. 

She pushed him into it and stood in front of him, stepping out of her panties. 

The chair didn't seem so cold now. 

Danny's eyes widened and he shuddered as she wiped the wet and salty garment across his face; her perfume infused in the fabric. 

Teasing him. 

Danny tried desperately to hold them against his face; to lick and sniff them. Sarah laughed at the sight, almost feeling pity for him. 

"Poor baby," she said. 

Sarah dropped her panties onto his chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples through the lace, kissing him softly. His body was charged. 

Sarah moved further down, swaddling the panties around his hard cock, pulling and tugging. Danny moaned loudly. 

Sarah laughed and kissed him again, still pulling her panties around him, the friction of the lacey material on his hard shaft burning, as she teased the head with soft kisses and licks, tasting the salty sweet of his pre-cum. 

She then wrapped them tightly around the shaft and began to stroke him, turning his engorged head a soft shade of purple.

Danny's body convulsed at the sensation. 

Sarah tossed the fabric away and knelt fully between his legs. 

She went down to his inner thighs and licked and bit; gently, tenderly, then harder. 

Danny jerked and groaned, shockwaves of pleasure jolting him. 

Sarah's tongue found his balls and she began to lick, cupping them in her hands, flicking her tongue across them, taking long, wet licks to the base of his shaft. She watched the skin of his sack tighten at the touch of her tongue. 

The silky soft hair on his ball sack tickled her cheeks, her nose.

"He's got to shave these balls," she thought.

Sarah gazed at him with chocolate eyes while she licked, her tongue shifting the soft balls in their sack. It thrilled her to know the pleasure she was giving him; it thrilled her to know he was hers. 

Danny's body was quaking as Sarah started to slide her tongue up and down the length of his cock while she stroked him with her hand. 

As she licked lower, nearly to his balls, she gently squeezed the head, coaxing more clear drops of pre-cum to appear. As they did, she rubbed them down his shaft, making it all the more wet and slippery. 

Danny shook with the sensuality of it all. 

Sarah licked and sucked him in fully, feeling his ridges with her tongue and lips, slowly sliding him into and out of her mouth. 

"Oh shit," Danny moaned. "Oh God...". 

This was her seduction.

Cupping and squeezing his balls, and moving her head faster, Sarah noisily slurped and sucked Danny's cock for all she was worth. 

Danny was fighting the urge to cum; fighting the urge to fill her hot mouth with his steamy salty cum and she knew it. 

Sarah pulled away.

Too late.

She locked her eyes with his and swallowed his cock, his entire length, into her mouth. 

Danny's body tensed and Sarah sucked him harder, faster.

"Ahhh fuck yes," Danny cried as he came in old Mrs. Davies' mouth. 

Sarah nearly chocked on the scalding salty heat streaming thickly into and down her throat. She swallowed most, but managed to cup her tongue and hold a few drops if the thick liquid in her mouth.

Danny looked at her, panting. 

Sarah stood him up and kissed him deeply, sharing his saltiness with him, her belly pressing his still hard cock against him. 

"Can those girls you date suck cock like me?" she asked. Danny only grunted. 

"Can they? Tell me!" 

"Fuck no," he said. "Not even close. You're the best." 

Sarah leaned in close, her hand gripping and squeezing his cock.

She was amazed at how hard he was, still.

Danny sighed heavily.

Then Sarah squeezed the tip, making him jerk. 

"Who do think of when you play with your dick?" she asked. "Your young girlfriends? Or me?" 

"You always. Only you." 

Sarah smiled. He would say anything now. He would do anything she wanted him to.

This was her seduction.

Sarah gave his cock a long and slow stroke, completely covering the head with his shaft skin. She pinched the soft, thin flesh between her thumb and finger and held him there. 

Danny gasped. 

"And what exactly do you think about, Danny boy?" Sarah asked.

"Oh God," he said. 

Sarah raised her eyebrows mockingly.

"No," Danny stammered. "Ummm...oh damn...you touching my body. You kissing me all over...ummm...all over my body. You sucking my dick." 

Pinching his dick skin harder and twisting it slightly, Sarah pulled him closer. Her breasts flattened against his sweaty chest.

Danny inhaled sharply and held his breath. 

"Oh God!" he croaked and closed his eyes, squeezing them heard.

"Really?" Sarah said. "That's how you think about me when you jack off? Well, that sounds very selfish of you Danny. It's all 'my body, my dick, you sucking or licking...me.' " 

Sara paused. 

"I think about fucking you too," Danny said, "and eating you. I do. A lot. I swear!"

Sarah smiled and pinched him harder still. She could feel his heart pounding against her hard nipples.

"I see," she said. "Still, don't you think that sounds just little selfish?" 

Danny squeezed his eyes harder and grimaced. All at once Sarah felt she was pushing too hard.

"Open your eyes sweetie," she said firmly.

Danny did and now, he looked genuinely frightened. Sarah realized he was holding his breath.

Her burning brown eyes locked with his. She smiled and put her face close to his so their lips would touch as she spoke. She caressed his face softly with her free hand.

"I know you loved it when I sucked your cock," she whispered, "when I licked your balls...I could taste it. Fantasy can go both ways. I loved it too. You taste better than I could have ever imagined"

Danny still held is breath.

Sarah nuzzled his neck and brought her face back to his.

"Do I like it when you eat me?" she asked softly and licked her lips, as well as his. 

Danny exhaled, then inhaled rapidly.

Her tongue flicked his lips once again.

"Tell me my sweet Danny, when you're jerking off to me...in your fantasies...

do I like it when you lick my pussy?" 

Danny exhaled and swallowed hard. 

"Yes," he said, panting, "you love it."

He started to add how he loved it too, but thought better of the idea. 

Sarah's eyes widened. She stepped back and released her grip on him. His pink-purple cock head leapt from under its fleshy blanket, thick and clear strands of slippery pre-cum stringing downward. 

Danny gasped and panted. His hand involuntarily moved to his worried cock, gently stroking it. Sarah pushed his hand away, and replaced it with her own, moving it rhythmically, slowly, over his soft, hot skin. She let her fingertips tickle the fine hairs of his balls as she moved her hand over him.

"I love it, you say?" Sarah said. "I love it? Let's see about that, shall we?" 

Sarah turned and sat down in the chair. She was impressed with Danny. He was a strong boy.

She slid her ass to the edge and pulled her legs back to her shoulders, her hands behind her knees. Her sex was wet and glistening, her juices running down onto her ass. 

Sarah fixed her gaze on him, his cock pointing straight out, thick and throbbing. Dripping. 

"Lick my pussy," Sarah cooed. 

Danny dropped to his knees and began to lightly kiss the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. 

He moved lower down, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her ass, and Sarah pulled her legs back further, opening her ass to him. 

Danny teased her tight, puckered hole with quick licks and darts of his tongue. 

Sarah's body jerked at the unexpected sensation. 

"Ahhh...mmmm," she moaned. "You are a bad boy!" she said, pulling her legs higher still, giving him more of her ass. 

Danny licked her sweet rosebud and probed her softly with his tongue, savoring her musky, salty taste.

He began to move upward again, his slippery tongue inching ever closer to her begging, aching pussy. 

Sarah's inner sanctum boiled and burned. She gasped and quivered at his first licks, his tongue hot and wet, parting her lips and swirling them around, his fingertip now teasing her ass. 

Danny's mouth found her clit and Sarah stopped breathing. Her body trembled and shook with passion as he sucked at the hooded bundle of nerves. 

Licking deep and low, almost to her ass again, he probed her pink hole with his mouth. Deep thrusts of his tongue in her hole. 




Summertime Blues



Fucking her with his tongue. 

Sarah's body was quivering uncontrollably, soft moans escaping her mouth.

No. 

Not yet. 

Grabbing his hair, she tilted his head upward. Fixing her gaze on him, she said "lick." 

Sarah dropped his head back into her burning mound and Danny licked, running his tongue the length of her, licking fast and slow, hard and soft. 

She tasted salty and sweaty; peppery almost. 

Danny teased her honey hole with his tongue. He was right. She loved it. 

"Do I taste good compared to your girlfriends?" she panted. "Are they sweeter? Fuck, are they even salty?" 

"You're better," was all Danny could say. 

Sarah moaned as his tongue returned to her. 

"Good boy." 

Danny lapped hungrily at her sex. 

Sarah's pungent perfume filled all of his being; her salt burned on his lips and tongue. He wanted to fuck her; first with his tongue then with his dick. 

Danny began to stroke his dripping cock. He buried his tongue deep into her and she screamed. His tongue slipped all around, caressing the walls of her hot box. 

Danny darted his tongue in and out of her pussy, flicking her berry red clit each time. He began to lavish attention on her clit with his tongue as he slipped one, then two fingers into her silken canal.

There was no stopping her. The dam would burst. Sarah was going to cum, explode; drown him in her juices. 

Sarah's body went rigid as her orgasm tore through her, flooding Danny's mouth with her spicy sweet nectar. 

Sarah pushed Danny's head against her body so hard he reflexively pushed back, releasing his cock from his grip. 

Danny couldn't breathe anything but her, couldn't see anything but her. All he could feel were her convulsive waves of rapture. He loved having his face buried in her wet, sweet, pussy. 

So good. 

Sarah's gasps eased into rapid pants and the grip with which she held him to her relaxed. 

Her body began to recover.

Danny fell back onto his heels breathing rapidly, cock erect and hard, sticky with his own juice. 

Sarah pushed him onto his back and stood over him, lowering herself closer. She hovered, rotating her hips, teasing him. Her swollen pussy lips brushed his cock head over and over until he couldn't take it anymore. 

Danny pulled her onto him.

A low guttural moan escaped Sarah's throat as he entered her. 

"Oh God yeah, fuck yeah," Danny gasped. 

Danny's hands found her swaying tits; his fingers pinching the nipples hard and drawing rapid little circles around them. 

Sarah squealed with delight. She rode him up and down, her hands bracing on his chest, his cock sliding in and out of her slick box, pulsing and burning inside of her. 

Reaching back she cupped his balls, rocking gently, feeling the heat within him radiating up and through her. She leaned forward and braced on his chest again, raising and lowering herself onto his pole, her ass slamming against his thighs. 

Fucking him. 

"Any of your girlfriends fuck you like this?" she panted. 

Danny didn't answer. Instead, he threw her off of him and onto the floor on her back, surprising her. 

Gripping her ankles firmly, he forced her legs so far apart she cried out. He thrust himself into her, his thick cock stretching her steaming hole wide from this new angle. 

"Ahhhhh!!" Sarah howled, her face flush with scorching desire. 

Her fingers grasped at the slick floor tiles for a grip, a purchase.

This was her seduction.

Danny pounded her hard, fucking her like a jackhammer, groaning like an animal. 

Sarah melted with desire and passion as she felt his balls slapping against her ass. 

"Oh fuck yeah...oohhh yeah. Fuck me Danny," Sarah pleaded.

This was her seduction. 

Sarah put her hands on his ass and squeezed hard and raised her head to watch him grind into her. She watched as her tits flopped like two rag dolls against his pounding, her brown nipples stone hard. 

He was strong. 

Danny was in pure ecstasy as he watched her tits shake with each of his drives. 

"Oh yes...fuck me. Oh please God fuck me. Don't stop," Sarah whispered. 

She pushed hard on his ass, wanting him deep within her. His hot sweat dripped onto her face. 

Danny's thrusts deepened, quickened, and then slowed. 

Sarah wanted to taste him again; wanted to taste them, together. 

"Cum in my mouth," Sarah begged. "Please cum in my mouth!" 

Danny pulled out and away from her scalding pussy and lurched over her belly, grimacing and gasping. He groaned loudly, his hand moving rapidly over his slippery shaft, so fast that his movements were a blur to Sarah's glazed eyes. 

Sarah shoved his hand away, replacing it with her own, stroking his hot, slippery cock as fast as she could. 

She opened her mouth as wide as she could.

"Ahhhh....God," he screamed. 

Danny watched as thick white cum streamed onto Mrs. Davies's tits and face, and into her waiting mouth. 

Sarah felt the hot salty splashes on her waiting tongue, her lips, and cheeks.

Her skin burned everywhere. 

Danny's cum was blistering hot, feeling almost like wax from a burning candle as it splashed across Sarah's blushing skin. 

She swallowed instantly, feeling the heated saltiness in her throat. 

"Oh my god," Danny gasped. "Oh my god..." 

"Give me your cock," Sarah rasped, pulling him to her greedy mouth. Her pussy nectar was tangy sour in her mouth as it blended with the salted strings of cum still flowing from Danny's cock. 

She swirled the musky juice with her tongue and hungrily, greedily, swallowed it all. 

Danny fell to her side, panting hard. 

Sarah traced her blue fingernails around her body, picking the sticky drops of white cum from her tits and her face, rubbing it around her nipples and lips, licking it from her fingers, savoring each thick drop. 

Danny could hardly breathe. 

Their bodies glistened and glowed; they rolled together on Sarah's kitchen floor, his cock still hot and throbbing on her stomach. The remaining bits of cum Sarah had missed in her desperation to taste it all stuck to them both. 

Danny caressed her breasts, giving her nipples gentle licks and bites. 

They kissed, their tongues dancing, entwining, tasting the pungent flavors of their sex, mingling their passions. 

Sarah could feel his cock on her belly, now sticky and soft. Her breathing eased.

She closed her eyes and turned so her mouth was close beside him, teasing his ear with her tongue. 

"You're such a good boy, Danny," she whispered. 

"Such a fucking good boy." 



Summertime Blues



"You could have filled it with cold water," Justin pointed out.

"I wasn't thinking. I think bath, I think hot water."

"But it's so hot already-"

"I know," I didn't want to hear his condescending lecture. "It was a mistake. But I think warmth works for this situation, don't you?"

Justin grunted in reply, and I heard the bed squeak again as he shifted around.

"Well," I said, staring at the dildo. "Should I get started?"

"Yeah!" Justin said eagerly. I giggled again at his enthusiasm. 

"Okay, I'm spreading my legs."

I lifted one of my legs to rest on the side of the tub, my thighs parted. The water lapped at my pussy, the lips down there opening up and flowing in the water. I sighed deeply as the water played with my body, the tiny ripples pushing the water up against my clit, softly caressing the small nub. I felt my body open up and prepare for the coming penetration.

"Why don't you play with yourself a little bit first," Justin suggested. "To get your juices flowing."

I smiled at his thoughtfulness, closing my eyes. I set the vibrator down on my belly and reached between my legs with my free hand.

"Okay," I agreed. "I'm going to play with myself."

"What are you doing?" I heard the sound of his zipper unzipping, and imagined his soft cock peeking out of his fly. The dildo stood so differently than Justin, stiff and hard as opposed to the pink flesh my husband sported.

"I'm rubbing my clit with my finger," I answered truthfully. My thumb and smallest finger held the skin out of the way for my middle finger to rub my clit softly. I moaned as my rubbing sent tingles through my body, and I maneuvered my bottom so that my pussy was pointed more towards the surface of the water, making for easier access.

"Your pussy is so beautiful," Justin reminisced. "I miss it so much."

"It misses your cock," I said. I could feel the opening between my legs parting, allowing my middle finger to slide down from my clit and play with the mouth. I ran my finger around the rim, feeling the slick fluid gathering there. "I'm getting wet just thinking about your cock."

"Oh, baby," Justin murmured. I heard a soft slapping sound of flesh against flesh, and imagined that he was touching his cock, pumping it up and down with his hand. He moaned softly and cleared his throat. "Use that cock, baby, think about me and use it."

My mind seemed to stumble at that comment. The blue object in my hand was obviously not my husband; the gentle feeling it was granting my body was pleasurable, but nothing like the feeling I got from my husband. Shaking my head, I tried to concentrate like Justin asked me, but something had changed.

I positioned the head of the plastic cock in front of my slit, rubbing the slick skin up and down with the rounded tip. Moving the smooth plastic up towards my clit, I began to circle the nub with the head.

Closing my eyes, I prepared to push the plastic cock up inside of me. I could hear Justin's heavy breathing in my ear and I whimpered softly, missing his body next to mine. The warm water was no replacement for the warmth radiating from a lover, but I took a deep breath and pushed the head into my soft cunt.

Forcing my body to relax around the invader, I steadied my breaths and pushed the fake cock far up inside of me, until my fingers were pressed against my soft flesh. My muscles tightened around it, clenching around the unyielding object, and I whimpered as I felt it press against the very back of me, poking the entrance to my womb.

Somehow, though, the motions weren't making me feel as good as I had hoped. Instead of concentrating on the pleasurable sensations I was taking note of all the discomfort: the heat of the room and the water around me, the sweat dripping down my face and around the phone at my ear. I continued to pump it inside of me, however, in the motions of sex as I listened to Justin on the other end of the receiver.

"Amy, baby," Justin moaned. "I can hear you fucking it. I can hear the water."

I allowed myself to listen to the world around me again and I could hear the sticky yet slick sounds of the plastic as I thrust it inside me, the splashing sounds of the water in the tub as I disturbed the blue surface with my hands.

"What are you doing now?" my husband asked in a raspy tone. I was doing much the same, just stroking myself and pushing the dildo softly inside me. 

"Still fucking it, honey," I said, my voice a little less enthusiastic than I thought he probably wanted to hear.

"What would you do if I were there?" Justin asked, his voice shaking as he masturbated.

"I would bend over the table," I said, my voice taking on a seductive tone. "I would present my ass to you and let you fuck my pussy, pushing my belly against the wood."

Justin groaned on the other end of the phone. I tried to close my eyes and imagine him pumping into me, but I couldn't quite picture it with the cold phone against my sweaty ear. I sighed, but tried to turn it into more of a moaning sound for Justin's benefit. 

The sounds on the other end of the phone stopped, and Justin's sigh filled my ear.

"Amy?" he said, softly.

"Yeah?" I replied, pulling the vibrator out of my pussy and looking at it critically while he spoke.

"Is something wrong?" 

"No, baby," I lied, moaning into the phone again for his pleasure. "If you were here you'd be fucking me so hard I wouldn't be able to say a thing; that's what I'm thinking about right now."

The sounds of Justin's pleasure got louder, I could feel his flesh pumping his flesh, the slapping sounds filling the phone. Idly, I toyed with my clit, rubbing the nub between my fingers and rolling it softly as I listened to my husband masturbating. The movements of my fingers were mechanical, no thought involved. My body felt numb from the waist down, a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

"Amy," he grunted, "I'm cumming."

"If you were here you'd pull out of me and spray your cum all over my ass," I said, trying to make my voice deep and seductive. I knew he liked to hear that, and do it, and that this would make him happy as he climaxed alone in the hotel room. 

Justin's moaning stopped and I could hear him breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.

"Baby," he said, "You are so great. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I said softly, closing my eyes and focusing on the momentary silence.

"Did you finish?" he asked me.

"Yes," I lied, still fingering myself numbly. The arousal was there but for some reason it just wasn't worth it to me to bring myself to a climax. 

"I think I'm going to go to bed," Justin said apologetically. "Can I call you tomorrow?"

"Sure," I answered, trying to make my voice sound less curt than I felt. I was irritated at myself for not being in the right mood. Here I was with this brand new blue vibrator and I didn't even want to use it. "I love you honey."

"Hugs and kisses," he said, making smooching noises into the telephone. I kissed back, and then I heard the click as he put the phone on the cradle. Sighing, I turned my phone off and lay back in the tub.

The hot water splashed up against my side and my thoughts wandered to the cool wading pool in my back yard. Opening my eyes, I looked over at the vibrator. 

I licked my lips and stood up in the tub, naughty thoughts filling my head. Instead of using hot water, what if I tried to get off in the cool water of the pool outside? 

I closed my eyes and shifted my thoughts guiltily. If I couldn't perform for my husband on the phone, why should I do it alone? My eyes opened again and I looked at the bright blue dildo sitting on the side of the tub, mocking me. The reason Justin had wanted me to buy it was to use it, wasn't it? So why shouldn't I?

Tugging the plug out of the drain I reached for a towel, rubbing myself off quickly and heading towards the bathroom where I kept my swimsuit.

The suit was still wet from my earlier bathing, but I put it on anyway, peeling the clingy fabric over my sweaty skin. The cool feeling of the wet suit felt good against my steamy flesh, and I breathed a sigh of relief at being given a small respite from the heat. 

The hot air from the outside seemed to hit me like a wave, rushing up my nostrils and in my mouth as I took a heavy breath of the humid air. Putting my shoulders back I braved the heat and walked towards my little pool, vibrator in hand as I trudged through the cool grass. When I put my foot in the tepid water I could almost feel the tension draining out of me. I sank down, up to my waist in the cool water, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Here is where I was comfortable, in my little plastic pool, surrounded by my tall privacy fence with no one the wiser that I was out here.

For a while I just lay there, the sun beating down on my closed eyelids as I took deep breaths, my lungs filling with warm air and then releasing it slowly. The sun went down, settling into its place for the evening, and soon the heat relaxed to a temperature that almost made me feel as though I could breath again. A soft moan escaped my lips and I sank down further into the pool, my legs sticking out over the plastic edge and my bottom resting on the hard floor. My shoulders were covered in the water now, and soft ripples from my movements were splashing against my protruding breasts. Keeping my eyes closed, my hand slipped into the cool water and rubbed against the crotch of the suit, teasing my clit through the thick wet fabric.

A shiver coursed its way through my body. The round tip of the dildo didn't feel unpleasant at all. It was as though the sexual sensation was not coming from me, but from somewhere inside me. The thick fabric almost made my pussy seem detached from my body, and shifting I pushed my hips upwards, rubbing my clit against my fingers with my body. Instantly I felt the warm feeling of arousal wash through me like a wave of sensation and my lips parted in a soft moan.

Suddenly I opened my eyes wide, startled out of my dreamlike state by the barking of a dog on the other side of the fence.

"Pluto," whined a man, "Get back over here." The dog's barking stopped and I heard more noises from my neighbor as he talked to his animal. During my brief scare I hadn't stopped touching myself, though, and I found that the sound of my neighbor in his casual manor seemed only to have excited me more. Reaching over the side of the pool I groped for the vibrator in the grass, finding it and raising it triumphantly in front of my face. 

The few blades of grass that had stuck to it from the ground were easily washed off in the water, and taking a deep breath I lowered the plastic cock into the pool. Closing my eyes again I rubbed it against my slit through the swimsuit, the length of it rubbing against me in jerky motions as I played with my clit with the opposite hand. 

Toying with myself I aimed the head of the object towards my slit, poking at my body through the fabric, almost teasing the hole there as I moaned softly again. I felt that I was at the peak of an orgasm, but I was holding myself back. It was enjoyable and I didn't want it to end just yet.

Opening my eyes again, still playing with myself, I looked at the sky. It seemed so strange to be feeling this arousal out of doors. Usually just being outside made my heart beat faster, sweat come to my brow, my stomach turn. The most exotic place I'd ever been nude was a public swimming pool locker room, where I had reluctantly changed into a swimsuit, but I had hidden in a stall to do even that. I'd always stayed indoors and behind closed doors in my bedroom or the bathroom to have sex. But this, outside, in the yard…it seemed so wrong and so right at the same time. 

A shiver washed up my spine as my finger seemed to move more rapidly than before, rubbing and pinching my clit as I continued to tease myself with the vibrator. I closed my eyes and consciously prodded at the seam of the swimsuit with the blue cock, moving the fabric aside and slipping the plastic between my legs. With another pleasurable shiver I pushed the head deep inside of me, moaning deeply almost under my breath as it hit home and I could feel it's stiffness enter my body.

My orgasm came almost instantly, suddenly attacking me with a fierce pulse that threatened to break my bones as I shuddered in the pool. My skin seemed extraordinarily aware of the water splashing against it as my body caused waves in the pool, the lapping sound of the fluid hitting the plastic sides filling my ears as I came, my whole body spasming with pleasure. My mouth opened and I was ashamed to hear cries of delight come from my throat, groans and moans and whimpers as my pussy tightened around the plastic, keeping it deep inside me as I shook. I heard the dog barking, and as I came down from my excited state, shuddering with aftershocks of the orgasm, I blushed in embarrassment to hear my neighbor speaking again.

As quickly as I could, shocked at what I had done, I yanked the plastic cock out of my body. Even under the water I imagined that I could hear the squishy plop as my body released the vibrator, and the swimsuit snapped back into place. Despite the heat I had goose bumps on my body, and I hurried out of the pool and back inside the house. It was frightening to admit, but the orgasm I had just experienced was more earth shattering than any I had had in two years. Nothing I had ever experienced with Justin could compare. 

In my bedroom, I stripped out of the cold suit and threw it aside. I placed the vibrator on my dresser, it's head held high towards the ceiling, and I crawled into bed. As I lay under the sheets, my body utterly content from the exertions it had been through, I looked at the blue cock with awe. Closing my eyes, sleep came easily, and I dreamed of blue plastic in all its glory.

* * * 

The discomfort of the sweltering night woke me up before the sun rose, the light of a streetlamp coming in through the curtains. I closed my eyes again and struggled to regain sleep, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to fall back into my dream world. I stretched out in my large half-empty bed and turned my head to the side, opening my eyes and looking about the room in a bored, sleepy fashion. For the first time in weeks my mind was thinking of things other than the fact that my bed was so empty, and for once I was enjoying the space I had. 

In the shadows, on the wall, my wide-open eyes caught sight of a silhouette. The vibrator stood, erect as always, still on my dresser.

Past experience dictated that it would be a hundred times easier to fall asleep if I closed my eyes right after an orgasm. When Justin was away, sleep came rarely. Sitting up in bed I kept my eyes on the vibrator, the blue coloring barely visible in the low light. I crawled to the foot of the bed and put one of my bare feet on the ground, giving me enough stretch to reach for the vibrator and pull it over towards me. Quickly I lay back down, and began to play with myself silently as I stared at the ceiling.

My mind wandered. I thought of my husband sleeping peacefully in his hotel room, his own bed as empty as mine. My cheeks began to flush as I wondered what he would think of me, playing with myself, in our bed. Would he be angry that I didn't need him? No, I told myself, he wanted this.

As much as I rubbed, either quickly or slowly, I didn't feel a thing. Nothing but an uncomfortable twisting in my belly as I struggled to give myself some pleasure. Sighing, I stopped, lying flat on the bed with the vibrator grasped in my hand. What was wrong with me? It had worked before, so why not now?

Frustrated, now eager to have an orgasm but for some reason unable, I sighed heavily again.

The thought of my pool outside flashed in front of my eyes, the vision of myself lying in the shallow water, legs sprawled, playing with my body. A tiny tingle seemed to twitch in my pussy, my clit swelling a bit as I imagined the sight. Reaching down again I stroked my slit slowly, feeling the beginning of moisture as I pictured my nude body against the round blue backdrop, the grass surrounding the pool as I pushed the vibrator inside me. My toes pointed towards the foot of the bed as I thought of the pool, and felt the thickness of the plastic vibrator in my hands. Outside, I was free.

As hard as I tried I could not reach a climax laying there in Justin's bed. I could feel myself on the brink, but I could not push myself over. My bare legs stretched and flexed, my body arching and my breaths coming in shorter and shorter gasps. But I could not bring myself to the point I needed to reach; I could not release the tension in my body. My need became impossible to satisfy, and I finally threw my hands to my sides, lying there in the center of the mattress, gasping for breath and grasping for sensible thoughts.

"Damn it!" I swore out loud, twisting my head back and forth as I felt the waves of arousal seeping through my skin. I pulled the sheets around me, wrapping myself tightly inside them, and then kicked them off again. I looked over at the clock. Four in the morning and I couldn't get to sleep. Frustrated and angry I threw the vibrator away from me and smiled as I heard it hit the wall. Closing my eyes I begged for sleep, hoping that the sandman would come back to me and deliver me safely into the other realm, but he would not come. Not only was I not tired now, but also I was sexually frustrated and needed release. Sitting up in bed I looked over towards where the dildo had landed, and glared at the thing.

"Fine," I said to myself, swinging my feet over the side of the bed. "Fine," I muttered again, angry in an almost comical way as I bent down and swooped up the blue object. 

My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I easily made my way out the door, towards the stairway. There I had to hesitate and think about what to do next. Taking a deep breath I went down the stairs and out the backdoor, into the yard again.

I stepped over the side of the wading pool, my feet flexing in the cool water. Nervously, I looked at the fence, wondering if any of my neighbors were up at this early hour. Finally shrugging I took off my nighty and tossed it aside, sitting down in the pool and splashing the water lightly with my hands. Easing myself all the way in, I spread my legs as I had earlier that day, this time with my bare flesh exposed to the water.

The slick water seemed to part my lips, my body opening easily to my hand as I coaxed it back to a frenzied state. With a smile on my face I pushed the plastic vibrator inside me, feeling my body tightening around it as I touched my clit, aching for the orgasm I had been so close to reaching inside. When it came I was totally satisfied, and it was in an almost sleep-walking state that I went back up to my bedroom and fell down, still wet, on my mattress. Sleep finally came.

* * *

At nine the phone rang.

"Hello?" I said, stretching my body sleepily.

"Hey baby," it was Justin. The smile on my face only widened as he said good morning and that he loved me.

"I miss you," I said, in the usual formula of our conversations. My words seemed forced to me, though. The ache I usually felt upon hearing Justin's voice seemed to have diminished slightly, and I blushed to myself guiltily at the realization.

"I miss you too, sweetie," he said, making kissy-noises into the phone. "How's my favorite lady this morning?"

"Wonderful," I said, honestly, my body practically seeping satisfaction from my fingertips to my toes. The orgasm of the previous evening, and the one outside in the early morning had made me feel better than I ever had before. My sleep had been deep and pleasurable, and now upon waking up I felt more alive than I ever had before.

"Wow," Justin said, whistling. "Did you get laid last night or something?"




Summertime Blues



"No," I said, shaking my head even though he couldn't see it. I shifted positions, laying on my side with the phone resting between my ear and the pillow. "But I had a great orgasm."

Maybe it was the emphasis on the word 'great' or another tone in my voice, but Justin seemed to turn bitter. 

"Was it the vibrator?" he asked, his voice sharp.

"Yes," I said, the word stretching out as I spoke. My pussy still ached from the pleasure it had received. "I don't know if I've ever had better."

"Hmm…" mused my husband. "I don't know if I approve of that. After all, I don't want to be competing with a stick of plastic."

"There's no competition," I said, looking at the vibrator on my bed stand. It stood proud and tall, eternally erect. 

Justin laughed nervously on the other end of the phone. "I hope you mean it doesn't compare to me." 

Clearing my throat I nodded and said "Of course," as if it were the truth. Honestly, looking at the vibrator, I was thinking about the orgasms Justin gave me. They were never so earth shattering, so pleasurable. They always seemed forced, as though to give Justin pleasure instead of myself. "You're the greatest, honey," I said in my most seductive voice into the phone. "I can't wait until you get home and you can fuck my brains out."

"That's the kind of thing a man likes to hear," Justin said. I could practically visualize him licking his lips, and the thought actually disgusted me. "I've got another hour before I need to be in my meeting," he said softly. "Want to fill up the tub and, well, you know?"

I frowned, some of my good humor fading away. Recalling the anxious feeling I had gotten yesterday while trying to masturbate while on the telephone didn't make me want to try again, but I didn't want to disappoint my husband. 

"Sure," I said unenthusiastically. I heard Justin's bed squeaking as he probably unzipped his pants and began to touch himself. Idly I began to think about other things while I went through the usual script of phone sex, telling him what I would 'do to him' if he were there. His moans only succeeded in frustrating me, and I didn't even bother to try to play with myself as he grunted on the other end of the phone. 

"Justin?"

My husband grunted. I heard his slapping hesitate and then pick up again.

"What?" he asked, his voice a little irritated.

I took a breath, thinking about what I wanted to say.

"I'm not enjoying this," I finally admitted.

Justin paused before speaking again.

"I'm enjoying it, Amy," he said. "Can you just do it for me?"

Pursing my lips, I angrily thought to myself that I'd been doing it just for him the entire time. Closing my eyes, I went on with the ritual, but now my tone was monotonous, and I knew he wouldn't get any pleasure from it.

"Damn it, Amy! Can you just do something for me for a change?"

"I've been doing enough for you," I hissed. "Why don't you do something for me?"

"What's come over you?"

"Nothing, nothing…just forget it."

"Fine. I have to go." And without another word Justin hung up his phone, leaving me all alone.

A liberating silence surrounded me. The quiet was the sound of my victory. Not quite sure of what I'd won, I picked up the dildo and gazed at it wonderingly. I could still feel the love for Justin swelling in my heart, but something had changed. Unsure of what had changed, I only knew that I liked it.