2 comments/ 39051 views/ 7 favorites Southern Heat By: Kitschshaman Kalina had been alone and lonely for longer than she ever had. French Waters Plantation on the river had taken all the time and heart she had to give since her father passed away, but in a way it had been a good thing. The demands on her from this huge mass of land by the river and the mansion with its large trees surrounding dripping with Spanish moss had kept the grief at bay, had kept it from taking over her mind. She had, of course, traveled to England and the continent. Her father had seen to that. Her mother was taken by fever when she was but a child, so when she was of age, her father had arranged a trip to the continent with a companion, her Aunt Maven Cardot, to complete her education as a young woman. Maven was her aunt by marriage and Kalina's father thought her properly straight-laced. On the trip (especially in Paris) Maven turned out to be anything but. Kalina wondered if she could ever enjoy a man's company after Maven. Memories of slow Parisian afternoons in bed and the stories Maven told her of her first dominant lover were burned into Kalina's heart. Usually those tales were told when they lay back in joyous exhaustion after the most delicious wickedness that Kalina could ever have imagined. Maven had taught her things that no one in the society of home could ever know, but she could not and would not ever forget. All that ended when she received the telegram about her father's illness. By the time her ship docked in Savannah her intuition (always strong) told her that he was dead. The plantation took all the energy her grief could supply. Two years passed before Kalina began to feel anything like herself, though the void inside still ached to be filled. She wanted to go back to Paris, back to Maven, but Maven was now married again and a pariah from the family for not properly observing her widowhood until her death. It hardly mattered. There was no one to run the plantation but her. She was rich, no doubt about it, but she felt like a prisoner in her own home and shackled to the land. The local men swarmed about her like horseflies and she felt the same urge to slap them to the ground when she felt their eyes upon her. She knew their desires were more for her money than for her and she treated them with the same consideration she gave horseflies whenever hints of romance came her way. This changed when the adjacent plantation just upriver from hers changed hands. It was separated from her land by a thick stand of cypress trees but the house was visible from her own. For weeks there was a beehive of activity there and she watched it from her third floor balcony (fewer mosquitoes due to the height), particularly in the morning when she had her coffee and in the evening when she sat outside to feel what coolness there was coming off the river. She had seen the man who bought it in town. He was tall, with broad shoulders, cut-muscled arms and long fingered hands so strong that had he wanted his handshake could have brought a strong man to his knees. He always had an entourage of two people with him, a man who saluted him with a fist to the forehead and called him 'Captain', and a beautiful girl that followed two paces behind him everywhere he went. Kalina wondered what she was to him, for the woman seldom spoke. He had only laid eyes on Kalina once that she knew of. He was talking to a businessman on the street but turned to look at her as she passed. He had large angular eyes the color of fine whiskey and she felt them burn into hers, then stroke down her body and back up in a way that made her shiver, feel naked before his gaze. She stood her ground, looked him straight in the eyes with her head held high. He did not speak, but merely smiled, tipped his hat to her and then turned back to the man and continued his conversation. The attention of his open gaze had made her blaze with anger at first, but that reaction was nothing to what his apparent dismissal of her did. As Kalina looked away from him her eyes found the woman and blazed at her instead. The woman bowed to her, her low-cut gown revealing hints of luscious curves and kept her eyes to the ground. Kalina used her pride to control herself and returned to her business and tried to put him out of her mind. She was unsuccessful. She was also unsuccessful in putting the woman out of her mind. She reminded Kalina too much of what she imagined a young Maven had been. When she mounted her horse to ride back to her plantation she missed the stirrup with the first try. She glanced about to see if anyone noticed and saw his manservant heading her way. "Beggin' your pardon ma'am." He put his fist to his forehead. "I have a message from the Capt'n." "Who? Who is 'the captain'? And who are you?" "I'm Barnaby Cragg, ma'am. And the captain is Captain Randolph, ma'am." "I don't know any Captain Randolph." "Captain Randolph has just bought the place beside your ma'am. He owns Cypress Hill." "Oh, has he? I'm glad to see the old place being taken care of. What's the message?" "He's like to visit this afternoon ma'am, if that's all right with you, to discuss some business." "What business?" Barnaby shook his head. "Oh, that's for the Captain to be tellin' you, ma'am. Not my place at all." "I understand. Well, tell the Captain he may come this afternoon. He'll be expected for afternoon tea about four." The fist came up to the forehead again. "Thankee, ma'am, you're most kind. I'll tell the Captain." "You do that." "That I will, thankee again, ma'am." That evening Kalina could not get the 'Captain' and his woman out of her mind. Captain. Captain Randolph. Barnaby hadn't given his christian name. They did not show up at the appointed time. They arrived at the dock just as night was beginning to fall. Her servants showed them in and they stood in the entrance hall, their cloaks dripping on her oriental rugs. "You're late, Captain Randolph." "Yes." He bowed to her. "Most regrettable. My favorite mare had some trouble foaling and then as you can see," he indicated their dripping attire "Barnaby is not accustomed to the currents in this river as of yet. Oh, he's a good boatman, but he has yet to learn this river. I sent him home." His woman's head barely showed over the top of his shoulder. Kalina saw just her eyes. They closed and opened again just once, languidly and held hers. "Richard, show them into the parlor." She spoke to her manservant and turned back to them. "You should have sent word. You're so late I thought you weren't coming. I'll be back down in a moment." "Of course." She went to her dressing room, grinding her teeth at the thought of dealing with a man so rude. She arranged her hair and ensured her clothes were proper for a formal introduction. She went back downstairs, listening carefully as she descended each step. What she found almost made her explode. The man was already sitting down, his feet up in the lap of his female companion as she sat on Kalina's embroidered ottoman. The woman's back was to her. She crossed to the mantle and leaned upon it to collect her thoughts, then drew a deep breath and turned to face them. As she looked down at them her breath was taken away. He stretched his arms over his head, leaned back and gazed up at Kalina appreciatively. There was none of the boy's appetite of the town that she hated so much. There was no greed for money in it. There was only confidence in the large golden amber eyes that caressed her face and figure. Confidence, arrogance and naked desire. She dropped her eyes from his and they landed on the huge bulge in his trousers. She purposefully tore her eyes from him as not to give him the satisfaction of knowing she noticed his attributes and looked over at his companion. His companion sat on the low stool by his feet. The woman's head was bowed over the man's boots and ... Kalina only now noticed the most scandalous plunging neckline she'd ever seen. She had not seen such a sight since Maven. Kalina's jaw slackened. The woman was beautiful and as she turned her face up to Kalina's her eyes came into view, huge, green and deep, framed in rich thick auburn hair. Kalina gave up and turned toward the window. There were dark clouds, thundering great cumulous clouds building up in the evening light and the wind was beginning to slap tree branches against the side of the house. Protocol demanded it. She had to invite them to supper and to stay the night. And it was so late and with the storm brewing outside she couldn't send them home. She hated it. Kalina strongly suspected she was being manipulated, but gritted her teeth and instructed her manservant to tell the cook to prepare supper and prepare rooms for them. "We appreciate this is an imposition and I apologize with all sincerity." The Captain certainly didn't look like he was sorry. Not at all. Again, protocol dictated she must be cordial and extend all hospitality possible. "I thank you for your concern." She looked out the window. "It certainly is blowing a gale out there." It was true. The wind was whipping the rain against the windows and it splattered against the glass. She gritted her teeth. "There is no question of your returning home tonight." She pressed her lips together. She would not let him intimidate her. She turned and looked him directly in the eyes. "So it seems you must be my guests tonight." "So it seems." "My manservant will show you to your quarters. I need to dress for dining." "As do we." "You brought clothes?" He smiled full into her face. His teeth were white and even. "At sea we have to be ready for any eventuality." "You certainly are not at sea now." His smile was small and from one side of his mouth. "Certainly not." "I hope you will find your quarters to your liking." "I'm sure we will." Kalian left the room as smoothly as she could, leaving her manservant to show them to her rooms and went to her room to change. She thought it odd that they brought a change of clothes. As she mounted the stairs to her room, she glanced out the window again. Darkness was falling and the wind and rain showed no sign of abating. She passed into her private parlor to get ready herself. She bathed, wrapped a dressing gown about her and came out into her outer parlor. It was dark; her manservant Richard had not yet lit the candles. The window was open a crack to let in some fresh air and the room smelled of moist fresh air from the storm. Visions tortured her of the Captain and his companion, wonderings of what they were to each other collided with memories of Maven. She looked out her open parlor window to the guest rooms across the courtyard. The lamps were lit there and as she gazed into their rooms she saw the Captain, again reclining with his feet up on an ottoman stool. Kalina glanced about her dark parlor as if someone was going to catch her watching through the open window and cast her gaze back over to the small square of light. Kalina stared at the scene, unable to rip her eyes from the window. The woman glided into the other room with a cool drink, set it by his hand on the table then sank down on a stool by his feet. He took a deep draught, rose to his feet and held his arms out and nodded to her. His companion began to undress him. She pulled off his coat and even from this distance she could see the bulge in his trousers. As he stood before her the woman kneeled before him and laid her hands on his bulge and began to caress him. He spoke something to her. She stopped and lifted her hands to the top of her dress and slowly pulled it down. As she did so Kalina's mouth began to water. The Captain's companion had the loveliest pair of breasts that Kalina had seen since Maven's. Memories of Maven and what was possible between women flowed like a torrent through Kalina's mind, weakening her knees and stirred her flow as it hadn't in the years since Paris. But her pride took hold. He had to know what effect he and she were having on Kalina. She breathed deep and decided she would beat him at his own game. Kalina crossed to her walk-in closet, right to the back. She hated his arrogance, but he was the first interesting man she'd seen in years. And his companion. Oh, his lovely companion. If they could do this, here in this place, her place, then so could she. Her hands trembled as she reached for a gown she thought she would never wear. She had bought it to wear for Maven, knowing that it would have brought Maven to her knees, literally. But the awful telegram had come and her life had turned over and slammed her and her joy with Maven to the dirt. She had packed the gown and her passionate dream into a storage case, never dreaming it could ever been opened again. Now, now Kalina would grasp her sensual self, seize her power and display it to match these people. The gown was the most revealing thing she had ever purchased. She slid into it. It plunged so far down in the front and the back she didn't need assistance to dress. It had simple ties around the waist and was made of such thin material it showed all of her curves and would probably reveal her nipples if she stood in the right place by the firelight. But it did not show all, just enough to make the eye wonder what other wonders rested underneath the silken folds. She looked at herself in the mirror and smoothed the thin material over her body. Her nipples showed ever so slightly. It would do. Kalina was rewarded when her manservant Richard knocked on the door. She called for him to enter. When he opened the door and faced her his eyes grew wide and could not speak. His mouth gaped, his face flushed deep as his auburn hair and he managed to stutter that supper was served in the dining room. The movement of his hands balling into fists at his side caught her eyes. Kalina could tell he was holding himself still with enormous effort. She nodded to him and told him she would be down in a moment. He nodded to her and bowed deeply to her and turned to leave she noticed the effort was not the only thing enormous about him. His erection tented his trousers but obviously he could not make an adjustment in front of her. He could not admit or even acknowledge his erection in from of his mistress, but she could plainly see the man was in torture. Kalina's confidence swelled with the sight of her manservant. She set her shoulders, breathed in deeply and assumed the pose of dignity of her Paris training school and slowly left for dinner. When she arrived in the salon adjacent to the dining room, she could see her manservant had not yet recovered his composure completely, but was stiffly serving drink to her guests. When she entered the room she saw that they had both changed into clothing quite as scandalous as her own. She knew her own eyes were riveted to her guests and felt the pressure of their eyes on her. She felt ... charged ... and as her manservant served her drink she could see that though he had been able to adjust himself, he was having difficulty walking. "Richard, you may retire. We can serve ourselves tonight." "Thank you, ma'am." Her manservant bowed deeply to her, adjusted the positions of the serving dishes on the sideboard and left the room, closing the door behind him. "Thea, serve us." His tone was gentle, but there was no opposing it. Thea stepped delicately over to stand before Kalina. The huge green eyes held hers for a moment, and then she bowed deeply. Kalina could look directly down her bodice and see wonderful curves of her breasts and, wonders that made Kalina's breath stop, a glimpse of her nipples. They are nicely sized, pink and Kalina's gaze was in rapture until she realized there was a break in conversation. She cleared her throat. "Pull out my chair." Thea pulled out Kalina's chair for her. As soon as she was settled, Thea bustled about serving wine and food from the sideboard. "So, 'Captain', what do you intend to do with Cypress Hill? It is such as charming old place, but it has never been profitable. There's just not enough land to support itself. Or that's what the Shelton's used to tell me." The Captain leaned back and smiled. "Oh, I have plans, never fear. And with enough attention and care, I think we'll make a go of it just fine." The conversation wandered this way and that through the meal until dessert was served ... fruit, as the European custom. Her manservant Richard had recovered somewhat by the time they were ready to retired to the sitting room. He led them to the room, ensured that the decanters were full and the fire was burning nicely and bowed his way out, closing the doors behind him. French doors open out onto a balcony overlooking the river and sweet moist breezes flowed into the room, fragrant with honeysuckle. The tension was closer now. She walked closer to him. By now she was no longer embarrassed to look at him and she saw that his response to her was somewhat like her manservant Richard's ... but he was in control of himself. Kalina looked over to Thea. Thea looked as if she was melting and fanned herself and breathed deeply, her lovely breasts moving inside her bodice with every breath. "You know what you're doing to her, don't you?" His voice was low, soft, even and certain. Kalina looked at Thea. The girl was trembling and looked up at her helplessly. Kalina wanted to shock the Captain, so she moved to Thea, lifted her chin and kissed her full on the lips. Thea moaned, clung to her and shuddered. Kalina realized that in that moment Thea had climaxed just from the kiss. Even Maven had not been that responsive and her heart beat strong in her chest. Kalina turned to the Captain, his woman servant in her arms and saw, not a nonplussed face as she had expected, but a wide smile, and confident smile. He strode to them, took both of them in his arms and kissed Kalina where Thea's lips had rested not a moment before. She felt her insides melt. Taken by his strength, she knew she would do anything now, anything he asked. The Captain took her hands, kissed the inside of both her wrists, then turned her around and bound her hands behind her back. He sat her on a stool, guided Thea to sit on another stool. He slowly unfastened the back of Thea's dress and slid it off her shoulders. Thea's knees touched Kalina's and Kalina could feel that the woman was still trembling from the climax of the kiss. He stripped her clothing from her until Thea is kneeling before her in nothing but a corset and chemise. "Thea." She looked up at him. "You are to do her service now, do you hear?" Kalina watched a delicious shudder pass through the woman's body, her breasts shaking slightly as she nodded. "Now undress her. Remove her gown and kiss her neck." Kalina sat in rapture as Thea did so, her breath coming quick and shallow as Thea's lips neared her skin. The only sound she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. Thea kissed her neck and her shoulders then pulled the front of Kalina's dress down but the Captain stopped her. "Slowly, Thea. Slowly." Kalina could see the anguish in Thea's eyes, bare passion and she could tell Thea wanted to see her naked in the worst and best way. "Now stop." The edge of Kalina's dress was now right at her nipples, rubbing against them. Her areolas were visible and they were both held there by the power of the Captain's command. "Now, pull the dress free from her breasts ... and kiss her nipples. Take her nipple into your mouth ... and suckle." Kalina watched as Thea's hand reached for her ... trembling ... her breath coming ragged ... Kalina heard a quiet gasp as Thea saw her nipple. Thea collapsed forward ... fastened her mouth on Kalina's nipple and sucked like a woman possessed. Out of the corner of her eye Kalina could see ... out on the balcony ... in the shadows ... her manservant Richard. He apparently thought he was hidden, could not be seen and she saw he had an enormous erection. As she watched out of lowered eyelids she saw him open his trousers and with great difficultly, pull it out. She could see the head ... huge ... red ... pulsing ... and as he watched, watched the lovely Thea suck Kalina's nipples, he began to stroke his cock and Kalina realized that she was the inspiration for his tumescence. Southern Heat It was late in the summer of '85, Jen was twenty-one now. She was young, free, and single when they crossed each other's paths at the family reunion. It was the first one she had been in about ten years. Her family drove about eight hours to get to a small town at the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia, just over the state line. Coming from the coastal area of Mississippi, she was not used to the territory; it all looked about the same, boring! Some of the other distant family members had already arrived at the hotel , and that evening they were all meeting for dinner at a local restaurant. She rolled her eyes, not wanting to join them, but knowing all the same that she had to, because it was family, and what else was she going to eat! It turned out to be pleasant, for the most part. The food was good, and she saw a few of her cousins that she hadn't seen in years. All of the girls huddled around a table by themselves and talked girl talk, boys and sex. Jen did not feel the need to talk about her former boyfriend, as he had broken up with her when his family moved back to Chicago, and she didn't feel that she knew any of these girls well enough to discuss her deepest feelings about him, unlike the way they outwardly talked about their boyfriends and their formers. When asked, she told them that she had been with out one for quite a long time, because other things had kept her time occupied. "Oh, I can only guess!" one of them sneered. She smiled and shook her head thinking Amy was such a bitch, and was not impressed by their hen cackling. "If this is what y'all do when you get together... I prefer to be alone. My friends back home don't trash anyone like this." She got up and left the table, going outside to get some fresh air and away from the stale chatter of the others. She was propped against the outside wall, just beyond the door when a voice came to her. "Hey, I saw you inside, and wanted to introduce myself, but didn't get a chance." he walked up to her, hoping she wouldn't ignore him. She looked at him, smiled, and looked back across the field just beyond the parking lot. "Well, I'm Anthony." He leaned against the wall and stuck his hands in his pockets. "I'm Jeana, but everyone calls me Jen." "Yeah, I know, Stacy told me who you were when you got here." he looked at her, brushing his elbow to hers. "They said you're from Gulfport?" "Long Beach, really, but close enough." "What's it like down there?" "Oh, I guess its ok. I get to go to the beach whenever I want to." "That sounds cool." he shuffled his feet. "Yeah, it's fun. I'm going to miss it while were up here." "There's a lake and a pool out there at the park where the reunion is, it shouldn't be too bad." "I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders looking at him, "pools can be boring if there's no one around to play with." she flashed him a quick smile. "I'll be around, I mean, if you want to play?" he looked at her, catching her eye, seeing something there he liked. "I think I would!" she turned to face him, propping her shoulder against the wall, entangling her fingers with his, "do you always come on to girls you don't know this way?" "No, just you." "Pretty bold for some one your age." she ran her hand up to his shoulder and moved in closer to him, "I didn't think they had guys like you up here." "You'd be surprised." "So," she was inches away from his lips, hers wet with desire to kiss him, "what kind of surprises are there here, the guys at home can be pretty boring too." "I don't know, I guess well have to wait and find out." he put his arm around her waist drawing her closer and met her lips. Her breast pressed against his chest, and she could feel his tight stomach against hers as his arms locked behind her. Their kiss was gently unsure as they felt a well of heat between them, but a first kiss always is a bit awkward. She pulled away, looking at him and smiled. "Sorry, but, I just wanted to taste a Georgia boy." "If this is what all the girls are like in Mississippi, well, I think I'll move." "No, not all of us, just me," she winked, grazing her lips to his again. The kiss was more open this time, tongues entwined and embraces tightened. He pulled her against him as he rolled his back against the wall for leverage. She felt his hardness press against her thorough his jeans, and wiggled a little just to make sure that was what she was feeling. He moaned into her mouth, and she kissed him harder, making his head swim. They were interrupted by voices calling her name. She looked at him, slipping her hand down his body to his bulging manhood, "Too bad we don't have more time, I'd like to see what the rest of a Georgia boy tastes like." He groaned in pleasure as she pressed against him, licking his lips with the tip of her tongue. When she was called again, she pulled away from him, seeing how flustered he was. "I'm sorry Anthony, I have to go. Maybe we'll see each other tomorrow?" "Jen, you can count on it!" he pulled her back to him and kissed her again, then let her slip away. "I knew she was hot, but damn!" he opened his hand to find the chain she had been wearing around her neck, "How the hell did she do that!" and smiled as he put it around his throat. Both of them slept restlessly. She couldn't believe that she came on to him like that, like a horny vixen, but then again, it had been a long time since Donny. What, eight months or more since he left her, and Anthony, he was hot. Broad chest, eyes like ice, long hair, strong arms, and it felt good when he held her. And how clever had she been, slipping her chain in his hand, as if it were some prize, or perhaps, an invitation for another time. She smiled to herself as she thought about his hardness, the feel of it though his tight jeans. Her hand made its way to her wetness, and she quietly worked herself into a tizzy, thinking about Anthony's lips, body, and manhood! Thank god she was allowed to share her hotel room with only her sister, because it would be odd to be masturbating with her parents around. "Oh." she softly moaned, thinking of how he held her, how he smelled, how much she wanted to feel him, and fuck him. It had been too long since Donny had touched her, and the heat that was building up for Anthony only pushed her further. Damn she wished she would have asked where he lived, or maybe invited him to the hotel. Sure, how the hell would you get away with fucking him, and your sister in the room! That's ok, there was always tomorrow. Across town, in his own room, Anthony was thinking about her. The way she kissed him was audacious, like they had known each other for years. She was confident in her self, and she wasn't afraid to show it. He stroked her chain he had placed around his neck, as he stroked himself. He remembered how she smelled, and the color of her eyes, how her long hair felt against his arms when he wrapped them around her waist. He couldn't remember what she wore, but he sure liked the way it enhanced her breast when she pushed against him as he towered over her. They were pert and soft, bigger then any of the girls he had ever dated. What was that she said about tasting a Georgia boy? Oh, yeah, I'd like to see what the rest of a Georgia boy tastes like. He groaned out, thinking how much he liked it when she tasted him, and how much more he wished she would, shooting off a hot load in his hand and on his belly. "Damn Jen, if only I knew where you were staying tonight!" The first day of the reunion was typical, families trickling in from all over the place. People getting lost and having to find their way to the park, and mingling with family members of the clan. Too many people for Jen's taste and she wandered away from the crowds, finding a quiet path that led to the lakeshore. She took off her shoes and waded at the edge of the water, wishing she were home. A voice brought her from her thoughts, and she smiled at it's sound. "You are a hard person to find." "Not as hard as you were last night, if I recall." She looked up and smiled at him. "Yeah, well, that wasn't fair, you leaving me like that." He walked closer to the edge of the water, hoping she would come out. "Well, it's not like I had the chance to do anything, I mean, it was a public place." she kicked the water up at him; he jumped back so he wouldn't get wet. "Would you have?" "What do you think?" she smiled, easing herself from the water to him. "I think I jacked off three times last night because of you." "Only three." she snickered, "damn, I must be loosing my touch." She was standing in front of him now, her hands on her hips, waiting for him to make a move. He grabbed her hand, and yanked her to him, grasping around her waist to hold her close. She gasped a small breath of excitement and shock, his lips grinding into hers. Her hands went around his neck and she pushed her body into his, wishing that she could get closer. The kiss was heavy and sure, not like the one the night before. This was demanding and possessive, as if he were taking ownership of her. She liked that thought, letting him think that he was overpowering her, yet, she still had control of him, making him do her bidding. It was even between them, because he was thinking the same things about her. She pushed into him, feeling his growth grind into her belly, wishing it were pounding into the wetness of her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, their tongues dancing in frantic lust, bodies heating, melting to each other. Something splashed behind them and they quickly drew apart, looking away. Voices came from behind the trees, and they adjusted themselves so they didn't look obvious. She plopped down in the grass, him following her, and the sat nestled to each other, holding hands out of sight of anyone. "Well, I see you found Jen." Stacy gloated as she walked past them. "It wasn't that hard, I figured she would be down at the water," he looked at Jen, "figured she missed the beach, and this is the closest thing we've got." He looked at her, wanting to kiss her again. Jen looked at Stacy and smiled. "You two better watch yourselves; kissing cousins get in trouble around here." Stacy winked as she walked away. "Cousin huh, not just another southern boy. I should have known." Jen got up, and brushed off her backside, turning to him, "Well, is there anywhere around here that we can to go that is secluded?" "There's a place on the other side of the lake, a small cabin, and no one is using it." "Perfect!" she held out her hand, helping him from the ground, pulling him into her, "So, what do you say we test the limits of trouble?" His lips were on hers again, whispering yes through the softness of the kiss. They walked around the lake, talking about where they lived, the differences in their lives, likes, and dislikes, of music, cars, and his recent graduation, finding out that he was three years younger than she was. Even so, they had a lot in common, and found comfort with each other. Before they knew it, they had arrived at the small cabin, it was a bit weathered, but still in good shape. He jarred the door, swinging it open. They sat on the porch, letting it air out before they went in. "Not to shabby." Jen added as she looked inside, "You sure the people won't mind if we hang out here?" "I doubt anyone will even know where here." he bumped against her shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me you were my cousin?" "Didn't know you were, until earlier." Anthony grinned. "You lie!" Jen snapped. "Does it matter?" "No. I like the way you kiss." she looked away shyly. "I like the way you feel." he put his arm around her, as she lay in his lap, her head resting on his chest. She ran her fingers inside of his open shirt, teasing his hard nipple, licking her lips. "You keep that up, I'm going to shoot my load." "Really now," she moved up to breathe in his ear, nibbling its lobe, hot breath working over to his lips, "Where would you like to be shooting it?" "Anywhere you would let me!" he gasped as the heat of her lips caressed his. "Your choice on which set of lips, Tony." she drew back looking at him, "it's ok if I call you Tony?" "You can call me what ever you want! Just don't stop doing that." his breathing was heavier and felt him straining under his jeans. "Then how about deep inside, where it's warm and supple?" she ran her tongue down his neck and to his chest, flicking his nipple with the tip of it, driving him mad. "Fuck yes!" he arched to her, tightening his embrace. She slid away from him, easing herself to stand, taking him with her. They walked into the small cabin, closing the door behind them. She half-expected bugs and dust, but it wasn't anything like that, it was a nice little place, clean and fresh, as if some one had recently been there. Even the full sized bed in the back of the cabin had been covered in clean sheets and blankets. "Tony, you sure no one lives here?" "I'm sure." he smiled, taking off his shoes, kicking them away. "I don't want to get into trouble for being here." "We won't, I promise." his shirt was gone and she put her hands on his chest, feeling his body. She smiled seductively as she teased him again with her fingers. He brought her to kiss him again, managing to pull her shirt over her head, revealing her naked breast. He smiled, she shrugged, "what, its summer, and it's too hot to wear one." "Damn!" slipped from between his lips as she dampened her kiss on them again. Her hands slipped to his jeans, making quick work of them, revealing a strong, thick masterpiece of male beauty. She moaned into his mouth as she felt of his length and hardness before pulling away. She stripped her self of her shorts, standing naked for him, looking at his form, wanting him to take her at his will. He stared at her, amazed at her creamy skin, the hourglass shape of her plump body, her massive breasts. He felt himself stiffen a bit more, longing to taste of her, plunge deep into her lovely depths. "Tony," she flashed her eyes at him through veiled lashes, "show me what a Georgia boy feels like?" The embrace was a swift one, lips to each other's, and it was if they floated towards the bed. He eased her down, closing himself over her, easing between her legs, wasting no time in finding her wetness. In one quick flash, he delve inside of her, causing her to gasp, moaning as he withdrew. He felt so good, so hot, so long. It had been too long since she felt a man in her depths, and now, oh, she never wanted to feel another! He was thick and strong, his body scent heightened her senses, she met him at every stroke. They found the lost kiss, and he possessed her lips like before, taunting her mouth with his tongue. Breathing lost between them becoming one motion. She whimpered as the pace quickened between them, feeling him tighten inside of her. She tightened around him, forcing her hips up to meet him, wrapping her legs with in his. He was possessing her body and soul, he was melting into her as she tightened her slick walls around his throbbing heat, she was taking him places that he hadn't been with a woman, experiencing passion that he had only dreamt of. She sighed into his mouth, her body building up the fury with his touch that was pushing her over the edge. She clawed into his back, breaking the kiss to breathe and cry out in satisfaction as she reached her first heated pleasure, shooting warm liquid over his body. "Oh yes, yes, Oh god Yes!" she panted, looking at him in the eyes, hoping that he could take her over the edge again before he exploded into her. He slowed his pace, easing back for his own pleasure as he took in the heat that extruded over him. She traced his chest, brining a wet finger to his hardened nipples again, watching the look on his face, pleased with her action. She pulled herself up, causing him to slip from her body and moved away from him. "What are you doing?" he said in anger and frustration. "This." she eased him on his back and slipped over him, sliding her wetness over his glistening length, a sigh of pleasure escaping her lips. She bent to him, working her hips in a small circular motion, kissing his lips and working down his neck and shoulder, kissing where she had clawed into him. She made her way to his nipples again, flicking them with the tip of her tongue, taking them between her teeth and nipping them, pursing her lips and suckling them gently. He bucked at her, she was sending him over the edge, and she liked it. She met his strokes, forcing herself harder on him, grinding her hips into him, making her juices running from her body, over his, down between his legs, encapsulating his swollen sack, causing him to groan in intense pleasure. He reached up to crush one bouncing tit in one hand, holding her hip with the other as she gyrated over him, moaning at her own actions that brought herself the pleasure she was seeking. She let loose her own spurt of hot fluid, oozing over his body, jarring him in pleasure. There was no holding back for him, he grabbed her hips, ground her tightly onto his body and released his own flood inside of her. She threw her head back, forcing her nipples forward as they hardened, growling in ecstasy at the fire he sent through her body. She ground into him, milking every drop she could before he slipped from her body. When she collapsed into his chest, he embraced her, drew her to his side, kissing her lightly, sealing their newfound passion. Talk was the last thing on their mind, as they lay silently snuggled to each other. He gently kissed her, pushing her hair from her face and caressed her cheek. She ran her hand up his chest and rested it over his shoulder, drawing herself closer into him. The damp sweat that glistened on their body chilled them, and he covered them up against the coolness of the fan that turned overhead. Exhaustion turned to sleep, as the two lovers found comfort in the forbiddances of their love. They woke at dusk, making love again, but not as heated. It was a bonding of their souls, their hearts. Moments that would keep their love safe and alive for times ahead. "Jen." "No, Tony, don't say anything. I only want to feel what we have between us." "But you know..." "Yes, I do." The kiss was gentle, kind, passionate, and the seal to their love. *** Their first night of lovemaking had turned into several more, until they were caught out at the lake in a compromising position. It just so happened that Jen and Anthony had taken a blanket to a secluded place down at the edge of the water to watch the fireworks on the last night of the reunion. She was leaving the next day and they wanted to share their last night together, not knowing if, or when, they would see each other again. They had exchanged addresses and phone numbers, but after what had been happening the last five days, they worried that it wouldn't be enough. Anthony lay her on the blanket, pushing his body atop hers, their kiss, passion filled, intent on binding them together, holding them until they met again. She lay naked beneath him, his lips caressing her hardened nipples, his fingers frolicking in her wetness between her silky thighs, he worked his way down her belly, stopping to tease her at the edge of her finely trimmed hair line, looking up to her before he dove into her satiny folds. He licked her gently, top to bottom, kissing and nibbling her vulva, hardened nub and the depth of her pleasure. She quietly moaned, coaxing him with her hips and hands, as he traced her with the tip of his tongue, bringing her to buck at his face. He took all of her then, sucking and lapping at her, bringing her to the point of no return. She arched her hips, forcing up to him, pinching her hard nipples, and breathlessly whimpered as he made her come. Southern Heat When he was satisfied with his efforts, he slid up her body, his stiffness ready to penetrate her, taking her as his own one last time. Her yielding warmth engulfed him, making him whimper as he kissed her. Moving slowing within her body, he took his time, capturing to memory every little thing about her, her breathing, her smell, her lips, everything he could take with him in those bittersweet moments. "Jeana, I love you. I love you," he whispered to her. She pushed up to him, her body melting to his, "I love you Anthony, I will always love you." Their words took them over the limit of their passion and they exploded with each other, him filling her body with the youth of his seed, her body releasing itself to his in full commitment. As the fireworks exploded in the night sky, they became one, leaving part of themselves with the other. The fireworks had stopped, leaving the lake dark and quiet, and Jen and Anthony embraced in love, passion, fear, and denial. Anthony held Jen to him, and the blanket around them, kissing her, whispering his love for her, wishing they could figure out how to stay together. Her heart was breaking, and she cried. This was the first time he had seen her unhappy, and he gathered her close to him, brushing away her tears, and his own heartache. At the time, they didn't understand how much their love would affect their future. They had fallen asleep, still naked under the blanket, wrapped into each other. Chaos broke out when they were discovered, and Jen was yanked away from Anthony. As he scrambled to his feet, trying to put his clothes on, Jen held the blanket to her, screaming for them to let her go. Someone gathered her clothes and pushed Anthony away as he grabbed for her. "No Jeana! NO!" he tired to run to her, but was held back. "Anthony! I Love you! I Love you!" she screamed back to him as she was hauled away. He sunk down to his knees, his head in his hands, tears falling from tired eyes as his heart ripped from its chest. "Jen, I love you," he whispered hoping she could feel it in her heart when he did. "Come on boy!" a large hand grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him from the ground. Nothing was ever said on the way back to the car, and it was never mentioned again. Southern Heat ***As always, feedback and private messages welcome. It was a hot Saturday night in Dallas and the rest of the week promised to be just as warm. The still summer air only increased the sense of oppression in Nancy Taylor's suburban home. On the plus side, Nancy's husband was out of town for the next two weeks so she at least had the bed to herself. Unfortunately, the Taylors' air conditioning had blown a fuse just before the heat wave hit, so the only way to cool down was to lie naked under the ceiling fan. Even with this steady stream of air, Nancy felt the sheets dampen with sweat underneath her bare body. At the age of 47, Nancy's body was beginning to betray her in subtle ways, but the overall affect was not unpleasant. Her hips had widened considerably since giving birth to two children, Mark who was 20 and Alicia who just turned 18. Since she was only 5'4" tall, her hips and chest gave her a full hourglass figure. Nancy's breasts had always been large and heavy with small, firm nipples. After Alicia was born, Nancy's tits had retained their enlarged state even after she was finished breastfeeding, and her blouses were now always filled out. She was one of the luck women whose chest remained high and protruding, and there was only a slight bit of sag. Her brown hair only fell to her shoulders and had large natural curls that were the envy of all of her friends. On this night, Nancy was lying spread-eagled in her bed, squeezing her big tits in her hands, trying to keep her different body parts from touching one another because of the heat. "Who could sleep in this weather?" she thought. "I wonder if Mark has nodded off yet." Mark Taylor had been away at college for the past 2 years but due to the slow job market, he was relegated to living at home this summer. To make matters worse, he was unable to bring his car home so he was more or less stuck in the house for the majority of his time there. A lean, athletic swimmer at school, Mark's workouts in the backyard pool were barely keeping him in shape so he was often in a foul mood. Recently, Mark found marathon masturbation sessions to be the best use of his time. Unfortunately, he had to time them between when his little sister Alicia was out of the house, and his mother Nancy was preoccupied. The previous week, he had been so deep in thought while stroking his dick that he didn't hear Nancy on the landing outside of his room until it was almost too late. On the verge of cumming, he was able to quickly holster his cock inside of his boxers before Nancy waltzed into his room, oblivious to the fact that if she had been a few seconds later, she would have seen her eldest child covered in his own semen. To make matters worse for Mark, he and his mother had been getting into arguments more frequently. Lately, they had been exacerbated by the heat and the absence of Mark's father to mediate the disputes. Mark was frustrated by his inability to work out as he wanted, his lack of freedom in his old hometown, and the fact that he was used to getting laid at school but was now simply jerking off every day. Nancy was annoyed because of the heat and her husband's lack of interest in her, sexually. Seeing her son swimming around the pool in his speedo only reminded her of her carnal needs, but left her unable to satisfy herself. If not for her vibrators, she would have gone out of her mind. Eventually, too tired and sweaty to pleasure herself, Nancy drifted off to sleep. The next day, Nancy and Mark awoke around noon to a blazing sun and had the same thought: "This is going to be a long day." Mark eventually made his way down to the kitchen where Nancy was sitting at the dinner table drinking a tall glass of ice water. Their kitchen windows were open but only a soft breeze made its way through. Mark sat down wearing just the mesh shorts he slept in, and no shirt. There was already a sheen of sweat on his shoulders and chest. "Morning," she said without looking up. Nancy was wearing impossibly short terrycloth shorts and a sports bra-type t-shirt that was quite immodest, but understandable in the weather. Mark couldn't help but take note of her heavy tits weighing down the spandex material. "Good morning. Still no air conditioning, I take it?" "No, as a matter of fact, there isn't any." Nancy had been awake all of 20 minutes and she was already annoyed. "He needs to calm down," she thought. "If he stays this high strung all summer I'm going to lose my mind." "Fine! I was just asking, damn." Mark pushed himself away from the table and retreated to his room. Maybe a quick wank would take care of his irritation. Leaning back on his bed he began stroking his cock, up and down, up and down. Rather than thinking to his last girlfriend, Katie, back at college, he couldn't help but conjure an image in his head of his mother. The huge tits that he had just seen in his kitchen were the biggest female distraction he had seen in days, and he tried to confine his thoughts to just breasts and not the woman they were attached to. Down in the kitchen, Nancy was working herself up over her son's audacity. "He's staying here rent-free and all he has to say are complaints. What nerve!" She stood up and drained the glass of water, spilling a small rivulet down the front of her sports bra top. Wiping it away with her hand, she resolved to go up to her son's room and confront him. "It's a shame he's such a little shit, otherwise it might be nice to have a stud around the house." In his room, Mark was fully immersed in his fantasy, his hand gliding up and down his 8-inch cock. Lost in his fantasy, Mark didn't even hear the creak outside of his door when Nancy pushed it open and stepped into his room. "Look Mark, we need to talk because this just isn't going to work if you..." Two steps into her son's room, Nancy looked up to see Mark with his legs spread wide, completely naked, his right hand wrapped firmly around his dick. Nancy's face became a mask of disgust. "Oh for FUCK'S sake, Mark! Really?! This is all you have to do, come up here and jerk off while I'm downstairs?!" Mark was shocked at first but after recovering from being naked and aroused in front of his own mother, he became indignant. "Look, where the fuck else am I supposed to go?! It's a hundred degrees outside, I have no car, and I'm a 20-year-old man, is this really such a surprise?!" Nancy's eyes couldn't help but move to the long member, still engorged with blood, lying on her son's stomach. Her mature pussy tingled at the idea of being so close to a dick that she knew could satisfy her, if not for who it belonged to. Still, she was so furious that she was beginning to think that maybe that didn't even matter. Mark's eyes were torn between his mother's big tits, bouncing as she ranted, and her thick thighs which disappeared right below her waist, her pussy covered by a thin layer of cotton. "Don't you swear in front of me, I'm still your mother!" Nancy was hot and sweaty now, and tired of fighting. More than that, she wanted Mark to get over whatever was bothering him. "So what would it take Mark, huh? What the hell is it going to take for you to quit being such a spoiled brat?" "I need to get laid! What am I supposed to do with this?!" he shouted, gesturing down at his huge cock. "Fuck, you know what?" Nancy was through, a switch had flipped inside of her and she was going to take charge of this situation. "You're going to fuck ME, how about that!" Before Mark could process what was happening, Nancy had stripped her sports bra off and her big tits fell into the open. "FINE!" Mark said, still angry with his mother but only thinking about relieving the tension in his balls. "Get over her and bend over so we can get this over with." Nancy glared at Mark but bent over and shoved her tiny shorts to the ground. "This is fucking ridiculous, you can't even jerk off or go get laid so you have to fuck your own mother. This is so depraved, I can't even believe it." Mark was still jerking his rigid member and pushed his mom onto the bed. "Shut up and spread your legs. I don't want to do this any more than you but it must be this heat because I don't even give a shit anymore." Nancy crawled on all fours onto her son's bed, grasping the headboard as she presented her wet pussy and ass for her son to take. The mature housewife's curly brown hair was now fallen over her face, concealing the lustful expression behind her eyes. "I need to cum too so why not just satisfy both of us?" she reasoned. "Just get up here and mount me, okay? We're both very sweaty so I'm going to have to take a shower after this before I get my day started. So just climb up here and fuck me!" Mark stood on his bed and lined his hips up behind his mother's. He was still annoyed with her but at least he would be able to relieve himself now. With his left hand, he grabbed the back of his mom's neck and pushed her face into his pillow. "Ow! Watch it, you fucking dick! I said you could fuck me, not beat me." Inside, however, Nancy was smiling and getting into it. In her deepest fantasies, she wanted to be controlled and abused like a slut, and the anger that was palpable between her and her son was feeding right into her fantasy. "Oh shut up, just let me cum, okay? Can you be quiet for 5 minutes and just let me fuck?!" With his right hand, Mark balanced himself on his mother's thick hips and ground himself against his mother's backside, sliding his dick up against her pussy and asshole. "You know what we're doing is incest, right? You realize that." Nancy turned around to look at her son, mocking him with her glazed eyes, staring into his so he knew whose pussy he was about to enter. "This is very wrong for a mother to be helping her son cum like this! I'm helping you out, so will you just get it over with?" Mark grabbed his mother's face between the thumb and fingers of his left hand and spat in her open mouth. Nancy moaned and sank down more into the bed. Spitting was one of her fetishes and her son had done it at the perfect time. "I know, you're my mother and I shouldn't be fucking you with my big cock, so just shut up!" With that, Mark shoved his dick into his mother's wet cunt and leaned over her back, sliding up and down her smooth skin with sweat. "Ohhh, FUCK!" he moaned. Nancy was squirming erotically underneath her big son, her tits swaying as he bucked behind her. "Yeah, that's it son, FUCK ME! You come up here to jerk off by yourself, just stick it in me instead and get yourself off!" Mark entered his mother repeatedly, swaying the bed into the wall over and over again, the banging sound of wood against plaster echoed by the erotic sound of mother and son's skin slapping together. He moved his feet up as close as possible to Nancy's knees, trying desperately to have their entire bodies in contact while he slipped his cock through her labia, penetrating as deeply as he could until at last he felt his climax building. "Fuck, this is so good, I'm about to cum. I'm going to cum." "Finally!" Nancy moaned, although in truth she wished that it could have gone on all afternoon. Her cheek was mashed into the front of the bed, dripping sweat from her forehead, a rosy glow in her face from feeling so full of soft, warm meat. "Cum inside your mother and get this over with!" Mark pumped two more times and stayed inside, emptying his balls inside of Nancy. He lay on top of her back, sweating profusely, the Texas sun still rising in the sky at this hour of the morning. Once he regained his breath, he blinked and wondered at how they had ended up like this. Then he reached underneath and squeezed Nancy's big, full tits. She moaned and stretched out, laying flat on the bed and flexing her walls to hug the dick inside of her. "So...what's for lunch?"