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Hard Work

By: grooveguv



I’d been working as a freelance consultant for a long while, and I had gotten into a really messy financial situation, thanks to the downturn in the software sector. Being around forty didn’t help me in finding a stable job, and I was almost desperate when I received an offer through an old friend. A medium-sized firm was recently bought out by a giant, and they were having trouble finding a software project manager to upgrade all systems they had at this company, and would I be interested in a long-term, full-time project?

Does wild bear shit in the forest? I practically ran over for an interview, and was hired as a contracted employee. For a few months, I managed to get the desired results, working most of my waking hours. Well, I’m not married, don’t have kids, and nobody waiting for me at home. Getting some order into my life was never my strong point, and I was never very interested in a domestic life. Being self-employed gave me enough opportunities with different women, time for workouts and the flexibility to work whenever I like. This was probably going to change, but I could afford to spend a few years in a full-time assignment, saving whatever I could for an early retirement.

After about a year, I was almost done with the project, and the parent company was quite happy with my performance. Some person from the head office called me and asked if I would be willing to relocate for about a year, undertaking a similar project in the Midwest. Being a west coast man, I wasn’t too happy with the idea of a relocation, albeit for a limited time, but the financial benefits were too good to refuse, a raise and full expenses paid.

I flew over to the town on a Sunday and managed to get settled in the hotel suite, my home for the next 12 months. The hotel was about a five-minute walk from the office, to my surprise. In the previous assignment, I had to commute 90 minutes every day, as I live outside the city and the office was on the other side of the town. Monday morning, I reported to the company manager at 8:00 am sharp, and that was when I met my new boss. I stood up and turned to face the person I was supposed to report to throughout the new project. What I saw was dark blonde hair, blue eyes, a crooked smile, and a pleasant voice saying, ‘Hi, I’m Kate, I guess we’ll be working together for a while.’

I smiled and said, ‘Hi, I’m George. Pleased to meet you.’ Kate was about the same age that I was, around forty, but kept her body in good shape, as much as I could tell from the dark gray two-piece business suit. She had black stockings, and black pumps with high enough heels to attract attention but low enough to be considered professional. She had minimal make-up, and a faint trace of a perfume. I was really pleased that I’d be working with her, as I was tired of skinny people in their twenties with their jeans and trainers in the development teams, or corporate-type hot shots with navy suits and striped ties. She didn’t seem to have the obnoxious trait that most people have when they happen to fill a slot in the head office of a Fortune 500 company.

We got down to work immediately, and as with most projects, worked our asses off through the first two weeks, no weekends and 16-hour days. Our conversations were mostly limited to business, but I managed to learn that we had quite a few things in common. She was also originally from the west coast, not married, 42, having joined the company after working for a few years as a contracted consultant. Once I jokingly asked why an attractive woman wouldn’t be snatched away by a guy, getting the answer, ‘For the same reason an attractive guy isn’t snatched by a fat-ass woman who was pretty in her twenties.’

Don’t get me wrong, I had no naughty ideas about Kate, she was way too nice for a quick lay, and more importantly, I have this thing about never having an affair with a woman from the office, let alone my boss. I don’t know how it happened, but I managed to break this rule with Kate. Maybe it was the forced celibacy due to the effort we were both putting in, maybe it was chemistry, or maybe it was the right time, the right place and the right person... I’m still not sure...

It was a Friday night after a long presentation to some manager who was responsible for an insignificant area, which was more than made up for by his attitude towards people who do actual work. He gave us a hard time about how his requirements weren’t being met by the system we were implementing, and we had to get together an action plan, addressing the issues he mentioned. He left around 6:00 pm, and we went back to the meeting room we were using for the project. I turned to Kate and said, ‘Why don’t we stay a while and prepare something for this guy? I know that most of his issues are addressed, but a bit indirectly. We can just get them together and send an e-mail this evening, with a copy to Andrew (our boss). He’ll be working tomorrow, and that dickhead will get his ass chewed off Monday morning.’

Kate chuckled and said, ‘Yeah, let’s do that. I’d love to see his face when he realizes that he was wrong with his conclusions after all. I’m sure Andrew will talk to him in a way similar to he did here.’

This resulted in another five hours of hard work, but we did produce a detailed report. As I was e-mailing the report, I noticed that Kate had tossed here shows off and was walking on the carpeted floor with stockinged feet towards my desk. That was bad enough, as I just love women’s feet in stockings. What came next was even worse, she leaned over to get a peek of the message, and I got a glance of a black lacy bra. She put a hand on my shoulder in a friendly way, and said, ‘C’mon George, it’s gone. Maybe we can still get a drink at the hotel. I think we earned that much for ourselves.’

I was still trying to get the images away from my head, and mumbled, ‘Yeah, yeah, let’s leave.’ It took us five minutes to get packed and another five minutes to walk over to the hotel. We agreed to meet in 10 minutes at the bar, and climbed the two flights of stairs to our rooms. Hers was on the same floor that mine was, on the other end of the long corridor. I entered my room, and undressed. I took a very short shower, basically getting my body wet and rushing out. I put slacks and a polo neck on, and rushed down to the bar.

Kate was already at the bar, wearing the same black shirt and gray skirt that she had on during the day. The skirt was above her knees, but as she crossed her legs, a fair amount of thigh was visible through the sheer material of heer black stockings. She was sipping a glass of white wine. She had put on some make-up, and had that subtle perfume. I hopped onto the stool next to hers, and ordered a large glass of beer. She looked at me and said, ‘I’ll never understand how men can change clothes in such a short time.’

We chatted for an hour, mainly on th progress of the project. By the time the bartender told us it was closing time, I had three large glasses of beer, and she was into her fourth glass of wine. I guess we both wanted to drink more, so I offered Kate to come up to my room, and continue there. She looked at me questioningly, but nodded as she stood up.

We walked up to my room, and stepped in. As I turned on the light, she had her shoes off. She said, ‘I hope you don’t mind, walking all day on these heels is such a pain. I love the look of high heels, but hate to have them on for long.’

I wasn’t in a position to object, I was just savoring the sight of the shapely pair of feet. I shook my head, and opened the wine bottle that was the courtesy of the hotel. I had never gotten around to drinking the wine, thanks to the hectic schedule. As I poured the wine into glasses, Kate dimmed the lights, and walked over to get her glass. The beer was having its usual effect, and I had to rush to the bathroom. When I came back to the room, a surprise was waiting for me. Kate had taken her skirt off, sitting on the couch with her pantyhose and long black shirt. It was long enough to cover the necessary parts, but short enough to give me a hard-on. I was wondering what I was getting myself into as I heard Kate say, ‘Can you turn on the TV? Maybe there’s something interesting to see.’

I took the remote control and turned it on. Shit... It was tuned to the pay channel that I was watching the previous night. And the channel was earning its full pay as a guy was pumping a chick from behind furiously. I tried to change the channel, hell, even Nickelodeon would do, but I clumsily dropped the remote. Kate laughed and said, ‘Hey, don’t bother switching the channel, I guess it isn’t anything we haven’t seen before.’ She was thoughtful for a while, and added, ‘You’d probably see the same channel on my TV.’

To say I was surprised by her confession would be an understatement. I shook my head as I smiled mischeviously and sat down next to her. The guy on the TV was close to cumming, and had the girl sucking his cock. Kate was transfixed on the screen, as the guy started blowing his load all over the girl’s face.

The scene changed and the same guy, who was supposed to be a repairman of sorts entered a house and found a gorgeous brunette masturbating on the couch. I guess it was an old movie, judging by the clothes and hair styles. And it belonged to the era when shaven pussies weren’t the fashion at all. The brunette’s pussy was hidden under a thick layer of hair. Her fingers were thrusting her pussy, smearing pussy juice all over her pubic hair. The guy approached her quietly and after a brief shock, the brunette wasted no time undressing him and giving him a blowjob.

That’s what I like about porn flicks, you don’t have to do anything special to fuck a woman. You don’t have to get her out to the most expensive place for dinner, you don’t have to buy her things, and you definitely don’t have to get a ring on your own finger.

A muffled moan took me away from the irrelevant thoughts. I looked at Kate; she still had her eyes firmly focused on the screen, but her one hand was in her pantyhose, the other in her blouse. Encouraged, I unbuttoned my slacks and started playing with my semi-hard cock. We looked at each other and smiled. I said, ‘What good is a porn flick if you won’t play with yourself?’

Kate laughed, ‘It might be considered weird when a woman and a man are all alone in a hotel room in the middle of the night.’

To tell the truth, I like to watch a woman masturbating. It’s a tremendous turn-on for me, and probably the next best thing to fucking. So I turned my head back to the screen, watching the guy giving head to that lustrous bush of the brunette. I took my pants off and reached in my boxers, getting a firm grip on my cock. Kate stood up and took her blouse off, as I realized that she didn’t have any panties on. As she was sitting down again, I caught a glimpse of her pussy, and I was rock-hard instantly. It was so hairy that I could have sworn she was wearing panties if I hadn’t seen her ass through the black pantyhose. 

She caught me looking at her pubic hair and said, ‘I hope this doesn’t turn you off. The reason I wear dark colors all the time is because I’m really hairy. Actually some of my boyfriends left me after a while as they couldn’t stand the sight. I gave up shaving and trimming a long time ago. Same thing with my armpits and legs... I have to shave my legs for a professional look, but I refuse to shave anywhere else. If you don’t like it, tell me, I’ll go back to my room and forget the last two hours.’

I stood up and took my slacks and t-shirt off. As I was sitting down again clad in by boxers I said, ‘I’m sorry for staring Kate. It’s actually just the opposite, I love hairy women. I was just surprised, that’s all. Most women try to get rid of the hair nowadays for one reason or the other. Actually, I’m quite happy just sitting next to beautiful woman and masturbating with her. Though I can’t promise to stay still if this goes on for a while.’

‘I definitely hope not,’ she said with her crooked smile as she moved closer. She put her stockinged leg over mine and pushed a hand into her pantyhose, watching the film. I had my cock in one hand as I stroked her inner thigh with the other.

The oral foreplay was over on the screen, and the guy was furiously fucking the woman on the carpeted floor. The brunette’s tits were bouncing with each thrust, and artificial sobs and cries dominated the scene, with a grotesque rock song in the background. I lifted my hips and took my boxers off, after seeing that Kate had her bra off. All she had on was her pantyhose, which was all the more arousing for me. I reached and inserted my hand in her pantyhose, joining her hand with mine. Through her bush, my fingers reached the top of her slit, underneath her own hand. I turned my head and started kissing her shoulder, and moved towards her neck. Her hand was rubbing my groins and she reached to cup my balls. Slowly, she took over stroking my cock. With my hand free, I reached to her tits. They weren’t huge, but by no means small either. Her nipples were getting hard as I rubbed my palm over the whole surface of the soft and smooth flesh. Kate was breathing more heavily, as I was kissing her neck and licking with the tip of my tongue.

She turned her head my way and kissed me on my cheek, searching for my lips. I lifted my head to respond to her. Our lips locked and she was instantly looking for my tongue with hers. I parted my lips and our tongues met with passion, as if trying to drill into our mouths. I took my hand away from her pussy and hugged her tight. She still had my cock in her hand, but she brought the other one to my face, caressing me. I could smell the heady aroma of her juices, being smeared on my cheeks.

Kate moved her leg on my lap, and pulled her body on mine, with her back facing me. I hugged her from behind, her tits in my hands. One of her hands dived into her pantyhose, as she reached for my cock with the other. Over her shoulder, I looked at the TV screen to see what was going on.

The guy had the woman on all fours, still on the carpet, and he was moving his large cock in her ass. Somehow, another woman, this woman a dyed blonde had come into the room and taking her clothes off. After she was left in a white garter belt and tan stockings, she lay on her back under the brunette, fingering her pussy. The brunette lowered her head down and she started giving the blonde head. The guy was near cumming; he took his cock out and started spurting on the brunette’s hairy pussy and the blonde’s face. The blonde licked the brunette’s pussy clean, as the guy thanked and left the room. The brunette turned and licked the guy’s cum off the blonde’s face. After a short blur, a dildo had magically appeared and the brunette was pumping the blonde with the tool. Well, so much for trashy porn...

Kate was moaning loudly now, as she rubbed my cock on her pussy through the pantyhose and fingered herself, as I was squeezing her tits. I would surely cum if this went on, so I lifted Kate and made her sit on the couch, to her protesting looks. I had other things in mind, and sat on the carpet, with my face between her legs. Through the pantyhose, I was licking her. The hose was wet with her juices, and the sheer material glistened. I took her leg in my hand and started kissing. I went down to here foot, and took her big toe in my mouth. The nylon tasted funny, having been in leather all day long, but it didn’t feel wrong. I moved up again, kissing her lower leg and thighs. As I reached her pussy again, her hands were trying to rip the material. I gently moved her hands away and resumed kissing her pussy. The pubic hair was forcing its way out, lightly stinging on my face. My hands moved to the top of her hose and I slowly pulled them down. When it was halfway down to her thighs, her lustrous bush was in my full sight, contrasting with her fair skin. Without bothering to take the hose off fully, I buried my face in that rich, hairy pussy.

She was already wet and the heat emanating from her pussy was unbelievable. The combination of the dim light and her pubic hair would have made it difficult to find her clit, but it was quite large, protruding about an inch from her pussy lips. I started licking the clit, while inserting a finger into her hot pussy. Kate had her hands on my head, and she was pushing my face in further. I inserted a second finger into her pussy, as I sucked on her clit. When I gently bit her, a jolt ran through her body. I took my fingers out and replaced them with my tongue. She tasted so good... I could feel her orgasm coming, as her juices dripped on my face. I moved my tongue as fast as I could, alternating between her clit and pussy entrance. Kate cried out and her whole body spasmed with the forceful orgasm taking over. I kept on the stimulation until her moaning subsided.

Kate joined me on the floor and simply said, ‘Fuck me now, I need your cock. Just make sure you don’t cum in me.’

I said, ‘I have to cum somewhere.’

‘I wanna taste your cum. Just take it out when you’re close.’

With her lying on her back, I held my cock and pushed it into her pussy. I usually try to be gentle, but I was so hot and her pussy so wet that I just pushed my cock in all the way. It went in easily. I put my hands on Kate’s shoulders from behind and pulled her body towards mine, as I was searching for her lips with mine, still smeared with her pussy juices.

She was moaning loudly again, somewhat muffled by our kissing. She pushed me away and managed to say amid her panting, ‘Yeah, fuck me as fast as you can... Fuck me, fuck my cunt...’

Her speaking dirty was turning me on even more, if such a state was possible. After a while, I felt the familiar twitch in my balls. I was close to cumming. I took my cock out, and straightened. She wasted no time straightening up herself and took my cock in her mouth instantly. In a few seconds, my cock was unloading in her bobbing head. I felt I had never cum that much, as it took seven or eight full spurts to empty my balls in her hungry mouth. She couldn’t swallow it all, and the cum was dripping from the corners of her mouth onto her chin. She moved over to me, kissing me and making me taste my own cum in her mouth.

I had cum way too fast, but I think I was too aroused to hold it back. When I told her that, she just smiled and said, ‘You were perfect. That was the best cunnnilungus I’ve had. To tell the truth, I haven’t had a lot due to that hair. As for the fucking, well, I wanted to be fucked that way.’

‘You don’t have to worry about receiving head, Kate. You’ve got one guy who’ll kill for such a pussy.’

She smiled again as she laid her head on my chest, her hand rubbing my body. We stayed like that for a while, as if not to lose the magic. Finally, she faced me and said, ‘George no one must know this. You know the firm’s policies.’

‘I don’t kiss and tell. And you’re way too nice for me to do anything like that. But if this means we never get to repeat this, I must tell I won’t be very happy.’

‘Are you crazy? I’m just talking about the office. Of course we’ll do it again,’ she said, as she lowered her head, taking my limp cock fully in her mouth...

.............

Continued? 

Hard Work



Bill's yard was not by any means neat. In fact it was a mess, but since Bill's wife left him he saw no reason to work. His wife leaving him also killed his sex life. He had not had sex in weeks. He was also questioning himself. He had recently stumbled across a gay porno and discovered that he was more aroused than ever. But Bill was straight and now very confused, yet curious. And then Timmy appeared.

Timmy was an average kid, he had friends, dated his fair share of girls, a typical 18 year old. Except for one thing, he was a virgin. Never even had a girl stick her hands down his pants. Timmy worked as a yardman to make a few extra bucks, so it was on this condition that Timmy showed up to Bill's house offering his services. Bill opened his door to see a skinny, slightly taller male, wearing a tight t-shirt and gym shorts.

"Hi, I'm Timmy, can I help you with anything in the house?"

"Sure" Bill replied as he led Timmy into the kitchen. "You can start by washing these dishes, then meet me upstairs."

A few minutes later Timmy arrived upstairs to see Bill working on the showerhead in the bathroom and went in to help him. Bill stepped back to let Timmy fix it and then leaned in to help him. Timmy could feel the erection innocently poking him in the back but didn't say anything. "What am I doing", he thought but still his body was thinking more than his mind and he leaned back a little. Bill glanced down but then kept working. All of a sudden a blast of water hit them in the face as the showerhead came off.

Laughing, Bill watched as Timmy turned around, his hard cock making a tent in his gym shorts.

"You okay" Bill asked

"Sure" 

"Well there is really no need to stay in those wet clothes now is there" Bill surprised himself by saying.

Embarrassed, Timmy looked down and tried to cover himself up. "Its okay", Bill said quickly, we are both guys".

"I guess so" Timmy nervously replied as he slid down his shorts.

Bill watched an awe as his cock appeared, it was about 6 inches and completely shaven. He then quickly dropped his pants as his unshaven 9 inch penis came out.

Timmy was also in awe, he had never seen a cock so big and he was strangely turned on....but this was wrong wasn't it?

"It's ok you can touch it" Bill said as he moved closer.

Nervously Timmy reached out and started stroking Bill's now fully hard penis. "Im sorry," Timmy said, Ive never done anything like this before." "Not even with a girl" Bill asked. No sir was the quiet reply. Bill then thought Ive gone this far might as well go all the way, as he dropped to his knees and swallowed Timmy in one gulp.

"Oh god" Timmy gasped as he immediately came in Bill's mouth. Bill swallowed it all, enjoying the new taste. Who knew sperm could taste so good? Bill knew he would have to taste it again. Bill kept sucking sliding a finger into Timmy's ass which caused him to involuntarily moan and jerk. Amazingly he was still hard. Bill then said he wanted to try something and if at any time Timmy felt uncomfortable to tell him to stop. He then spun him around and stuck another finger in him.

Timmy's mind was screaming no, but his body betrayed him as he started moaning and sliding on his fingers. All of a sudden he felt a pressure on his warm asshole, but before he could resist there was a blinding pain that made fireworks in his eyes.

Bill let him adjust for a second then started sliding in and out. Soon Timmy's pain was replaced by pleasure, then by the best ecstasy he had ever felt. He started moaning and bucking his hips as Bill's huge cock filled his virgin asshole. "Fuck me harder" he cried.

Bill was only too happy to oblige he started ramming in and out, his balls slapping off Timmy's. Before he could give a warning he started shooting load after load of cum into his ass. The warm cum was too much for Timmy as he came all over the wall without actually touching himself. He collapsed and when he awoke was surprised to find himself home and in bed. But that's another adventure...



Hard Work



She worked hard, spent a great deal of time managing the inventory, balancing the books, and moving freight. It wasn't a dream job, but it paid very well, and she controlled everything. It hadn't started that way. She lived out of her car and applied wherever anyone was hiring. She kept under the radar as much as possible and finally found someone looking for anyone. She was fit and strong and could lift a couple hundred pounds if necessary. She got the job.

After a month she found the owner in a rage throwing papers everywhere. She talked to him, very familiar with people in a certain mood. Eventually found out his book keeper screwed him big time. Instead of flaking, knowing she wouldn't get paid for a few weeks she offered to fix it. After that she became plant manager/book keeper. She did the job of three so her boss saw fit to pay her as three. $30 an hour for a sixty hour week, hell yes she'd take it. 

She stayed living out of her car though, she was careful not to spend too much and saved almost everything. She may not have had a life but she would retire at 38 with a great deal of cash. She went out with friends from work on Fridays and sometimes Saturday, but always only had one drink. Todd, a salesman who pushed their product, always tried to get her to stay, or go out to dinner, but she always took her leave to sleep in her car after her drink. He kept trying, but she could just sense his desire to control everything and knew that would include her.

Wednesday afternoon she finished moving freight with the fork lift and headed to the stock room to get a start on Friday's inventory. The stock room was a small concrete room with a barely working bulb hanging in the middle. After 9 years it had become a beacon of the weekend. She danced to the radio blaring through her smart phone as she took inventory of supplies. Since she began she had halted all stealing without firing a single person and helped her staff improve their lives and every week it repaid her with legit perfect reports. She was feeling quite proud of herself when the leather gloved hand wrapped around her face. She instinctively threw back an elbow that caused her attacker to groan, but didn't slow him much. He grabbed the arm and twisted it high behind her back.

"Your going to do what I say, or this is going to hurt." The knife pressed against her soft throat.

"Fuck you." If he thought death scared her he had another thing coming.

The knife pressed deeper, "Oh, I like a girl that fights, but I already knew you would."

With that she threw her head back connecting with his nose. He pulled back and slammed her against the wall. She didn't buckle at all, pain was a friend she hadn't seen in a long time. She wrenched her hand out of his through his thumb and threw he elbow further and harder. He evaded it easily, but still couldn't catch her. She finally got a look at him, but it told her nothing. He was wearing all black, with a ski mask. His eyes looked like Todd, but she couldn't be sure. She raised her fists for the fight and he actually smiled. This couldn't be Todd, he was built like this man, but not the type to fight. 

She struck first, second, and third, connecting with every blow, but he was still stronger and faster as she dashed over him for the door. His hand wrapped around her air born ankle and she hit the concrete floor hard. It knocked the wind out of her and he was on her in a second. He wrapped a scarf around her arms and the steel shelving, knotting it securely before she could regain her composure. She kicked at him, but couldn't land a blow. Within 30 seconds he had her legs pinned beneath his.

She was stuck, and alone, no one was here, she had sent them home 30 minutes prior. And even if screaming would help, she'd rather die. She wasn't giving him anything.

"You always carry ladies scarves?"

"Only when I know I'll need them." He smiled again. Wow he did have a nice smile, if it wasn't so sadistic. He leaned his weight onto a thigh, she clenched her teeth to hold it in and attempted to knee him with the other leg. As if he expected it he grabbed her free leg and tied another scarf to her thrashing ankle. He pulled it tight and forced her knee to her chest tying the scarf to the same shelving. He sat on her remaining leg as he pulled down the tight khakis covering her. With a great deal of struggle he got them off on leg and pressed his solid member into her thigh. He rubbed her already soaking pussy. "I knew you'd be ready for me."

"Fuck you asshole." He took a glove off and shoved it in her mouth. He held it there while he took his shirt off and wrapped it around her head holding the glove in place. With his last scarf and some fighting he tied her remaining ankle to the opposite end of the steel rack. She was now completely immobile with legs spread. His body was absolutely ripped with muscle, this man had no issue getting girls yet he was here raping her. What the fuck was all she could think. Yeah she looked good, model face, solid body, six pack abs, curved hips, solid legs, and 34 dd to top the package, but she hid it well, what the fuck was this guy's problem.

"Holy fuck, I knew you'd be hot, but damn, this is an 11." He ran his hands over her chest and down her sides. He lifted her shirt and pulled each breast from the minimizing bra. she wished she could ignore it but every touch spoke to her clit turning her on against her will. He massaged her breasts as he released his throbbing manhood. He suckled the undersides and her eyes rolled back in her head. She looked down at him and wished she hadn't, he was huge. At least 10 inches with girth she'd never seen before, not even in porn. The only man she'd been with before had only been 6 inches and skinny at that. She couldn't helped but stare.

"See something you like?" Now he was laughing at her. "fffk ooo." was all that made it through the gag.

"Oh baby, I'm going to fuck you right, don't worry." His lips moved to her pussy along with one hand. The other continued to massage her breast. He began licking and sucking on her clit as his fingers slipped insider her pushing on the exact right spot. She bucked her hips towards him, she couldn't help it. The pressure built inside her and she struggled to keep her ass on the cold floor to no avail. In a minute he had her coming. She bit down on the leather glove to keep from screaming. He felt her contract around his fingers, she was so tight he didn't know if she could take him.

"Yeah baby, that's what I thought." He kept rubbing a moment longer until he positioned himself in front of her entrance. She closed her eyes and tried to remove her mind from the situation. It was pointless, she was so hot when his engorged head rubbed her folds she bucked her hips into him. He entered her slowly, her tight muscles refusing him entrance, "Oh fuck baby." He grabbed her hips and pushed his thumbs into them. Like the perfect key to her lock she relaxed moaning, taking him to the hilt. He began to pump into her slowly, then quickening his pace. The pressure in her body built until he was hammering into her, pushing his thumbs into the sweet spots on her hips making her come again and again. Her contracting muscles forced his orgasm as he spilled inside her unable to stop himself. He held her ass to the ground trying to recover as his thick member began to soften and let her tight pussy push him out and lose the fullness he made her feel. 

When she finally stopped climaxing she settled to the cold concrete he'd been holding her down to. 

A sheen of sweat covered them both as he pulled his black jeans back on. He looked down at her and felt his dick jump at the sight. She was tied, completely immobile, flushed from the encounter and staring at him with hatred it those emerald green eyes. "Don't worry baby, next time I'm going fuck you even better than that. And don't try to tell me you didn't love it." He leaned down and kissed her as he undid her bindings so she could untie herself. Making a quick exit she couldn't follow no matter how fast she undid her legs. She didn't even try, she redressed and leaned against the cold metal shelving trying to get a hold of herself. She was angry, but so satisfied, more so than she had ever accomplished herself. "Next time asshole, I'll be ready for you." She said a loud to no one.



Hard Work Pays Off



It's happening. The moment I have been thinking about and craving for over a month is upon me. I don't know why this one is so special to me. It's not like I've never met someone secretly to have sex. He's not my first married one. But there's something different here. Brad- I mean, Sam. Whatever- is a whole adventure in himself. I enjoy every second of conversation I have with him. He makes me think. He makes me work for what I want. As I drive to the hotel to meet him, I smile remembering the long, frustrating, but extremely enjoyable game we played until I figured out his real name. I chuckle when I think that, after all the hints he gave me, the word "tuxedo" is what finally pushed me to the answer. I have never loved google more than I did that day.

I should feel bad. I should think it's wrong to sleep with another woman's husband. I should feel even worse that I am cheating on my boyfriend of less than 48 hours. But I don't. This game, as he calls it, is the most thrilling thing I have ever been a part of. The rush of adrenaline on the drives to meet, the secrecy, the lies to get away from other people. Having to be calculated and stealthy so you don't get caught. I don't know if I can ever give it up.

I make it to the hotel and check my email. He is 15 miles away. I am strangely nervous. Why? This is no different than what I just spent the last month doing. Actually, this is better. I know him. I trust him. Maybe that's why. Maybe it's performance anxiety.

After what seems like an eternity and no time at all, I see his truck pull up. I take a deep breath, check my hair in the mirror, and step out of the car to meet him. I start to form the thought that it's been a while since I've seen him in person, but then I remember Tuesday and smile. Don't tell him I still have the business card.

"Don't you hate it when you've been driving and you get so stiff?" he asks as we walk to the hotel.

"That's what happens when you get old." I say it for myself. To remind me that not only is he married with three kids, he is also fifteen years older than me. And that's just straight up hot.

He begins the check in process, which takes far too long in my opinion, especially since we are on camera and all I can think of is something happening my father catching me. Poor Sam wouldn't deserve the beating that he would receive. Finally, the clerk hands him the key and points us to our room. For a split second I wonder what he is thinking about us and then I realize that I really don't care. I have never anticipated sex with a person as much as I am in this moment.

When we get to the room, I take my shoes off and he goes to the bathroom. All the while we're having very light, playful, casual conversation. This is so different than every other time I've met someone at a hotel. It's always been rushed. I never know what to say, since usually all I know about the guy is his first name. If that. He walks around to the side of the bed I'm on. I stand.

"Still nervous?" He's touching me.

"Not.... Not really," I stutter. It's really happening. Why can't I stop thinking that?

He kisses me. Runs his hands through my hair. His scent. God I wish I could put it into words. No, I wish I could bottle it. Every man needs his scent. We kiss as he gently pushes me onto the bed. I let myself sit, then lay back. He pulls my legs apart and lays on top of me. His lips move to my chest, my neck. I must have told him how much I love my neck being kissed. Did I? His hands are under my shirt, lifting it off of me. Shit. I forgot I was wearing the grandma bra. That's so embarrassing. He doesn't seem to notice, though. He moves down, kisses my belly. Usually I can't handle that. It tickles too much. But he does it just gently enough for it to feel amazing. He kisses my lips for a little while longer, and then lifts me up. He starts taking off his shirt, and I help him. He unhooks my bra and my breasts fall loose. I lay back as his mouth explored more of my body. He takes a nipple into his mouth and I nearly moan. He sits up and pulls my panties off.

"Mmmm. Shaved."

"Did that this morning," I say breathlessly.

"I have wonderful timing."

I chuckle.

"You're ready for me, aren't you?" He asks huskily as his fingers part my other set of lips.

I nod.

He lifts me into a sitting position again. I look up at him and he nods down to his pants. I smirk and remove his belt, unbutton his pants (with a bit of effort), and pull them down. I can see it through the fly in his boxers. I need it. I pull those down as well, rub it for a few seconds, then take it into my mouth. He moans and runs his hands through my hair and down my back. I love the feeling of his hands on me.

He pushes me back down and is on top of me again. I can feel it pressed up against me and all of a sudden I want him in me more than I want anything in the world. But it looks like he's going to make me wait a little longer. He kisses me more- my lips, my neck, my chest, my nipple. Finally, I hear him whisper something.

"What?" I ask.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks a little louder.

"Yes."

"I want you to say it."

"Fuck me."

And so he does. He is inside of me for the first time. I am a little surprised at how much he seems to be stretching me. It hurts a little. But only in the best way. I try to take in all of it. All I can think is, "Finally." Finally he is close to me. Finally we are somewhere besides his truck. Finally I am doing the one thing I have been waiting to do for a month. Every aspect of this moment and our relationship makes this the best sex I have ever had. I'm panting. I stop breathing every once in a while, then loudly begin again. He sits up so he can have access to my clit.

Oh God. Don't let it hurt. Please don't let it hurt. To my surprise, it doesn't. His thumb is rubbing me gently. It's probably not possible for me to cum quite yet, but I'll let him keep going. He doesn't do it for too long, which is good. That's when it starts hurting. We continue this cycle for a few minutes, then he needs to recharge. He lays back and I begin rubbing him. He asks me if I brought my Vaseline. Ah. So he didn't forget. Damn. I go get it, then we take turns rubbing it on him to get him hard again. Now I'm starting to get nervous again.

"You don't have to do it. I'm not going to force you."

"No, it's-"

He can sense the hesitation in my voice.

"If you want to try it, let's do it. But if you don't..."

"I want to try it."

"Okay. Lay back down."

I take a deep breath and lay down. I cover my face with my hands.

"This is going to feel weird."

He rubs the Vaseline onto my hole. I'm trying to breathe. Remind myself that I trust him. That he'll stop as soon as I tell him to.

After a few failed attempts and a conversation about calling my boyfriend while he's fucking me, he is back over me. He goes in and out of the correct hole a few times, and then, with no warning, he's there. Oh. My. God. Ow. Ow. Owowowowowow. No. Please.

"Okay. Okay, okay just relax. I won't go any farther." The look on my face must be portraying how I feel. I can't get any words out of my mouth. I need it out of me. Now.

"Hey. Let it relax. You're okay."

I try. It's impossible.

"No," I mouth, shaking my head.

"Okay." He takes it out of me and starts laughing. I do too, but mostly because it's either laugh or cry at this point. Even though he's back fucking me the right way, pain still radiates for about another minute. That was just not okay. I will never let anyone do that to me again. I don't regret trying, because if I hadn't I would have never known. But never again.

Now, back to what really feels good. He is still trying to get me to call my boyfriend. But even if I could make myself sound casual, I couldn't think of a reason to call him. I didn't have anything to tell him.

"Fine. If you don't call him I will cum in you."

Sweet deal. I've been waiting for his man's cum to fill me for a very long time. And after about another minute, it does. I watch him as he climaxes, knowing that his sweet, sticky white juice is filling me. I love it. I don't have to cum to be satisfied with what just happened. I just had sex with the man whose name I found out just over a week ago. The man that I don't know if I see him in public.

After a quick shower to rinse off all of the Vaseline, we get back dressed and sit and talk for a minute. He's still laughing at the look on my face when he stuck it in. I'm not quite to the point that I find it funny. But I'm glad he can enjoy it. And then it's time for us to part ways. We exit the hotel, walk down the sidewalk, and then split apart.

"I would give you the hug and kiss, but..."

I look around. "Yeah, probably not the best idea, out in the open."

And that is it. I get in my car, smiling. And all I can think about is how I can't wait to do it again.



Hard Work Takes the Prize Pt. 01



I had my nose in a math textbook at a table on the patio of the student union. It was a warm, sunny spring day and the latte tasted great. I was grinding out this week's problem set, but noticed a couple of cute girls on the stone wall over at the edge of the patio. They were chatting and swinging their legs. But after I looked up a couple of times to give them the once over, I noticed that they were keeping an eye on people who came up to the poster in the corner advertising the mini-triathlon held in May every year for campus charities. 

Since I was doing math homework, my limited function brain began putting numbers together. The race required three person coed teams. I was looking at two females, who needed a male if they wanted to enter. They looked on the young side. Maybe frosh without a lot of jock friends. 

By the time I finished my homework, the girls had checked out and apparently rejected several males who approached the poster. Hmmm. I needed to try my thesis. Gathering up books and laptop, I sauntered over to the poster, not paying any attention to the onlookers. By the time I was leaning over, reading the fine print at the bottom, there was a body on each side of me. 

"Thinking about entering?" a soft voice asked me. I straightened up and gazed into not one but two sets of blue eyed captivating faces.

"Well, uh, I'm a crew person, so these aren't exactly my sports."

The eyes were checking me out. Big shoulders, big biceps, impressive thighs. I was eyeballing their trim bodies as well. Hard to say what they did, jockwise.

"We're varsity gymnasts, but the rumor is that the Greeks think they own this event, and don't train much for it. We might have a chance. Are you interested in entering with us?"

The stares I was getting were strong and direct. A bit of challenge in them. 

"I'd be willing to talk about it some more. I'm in a dorm on campus, but my folk's house is a few miles from here and right now I'm housesitting my mother's cats. Would you like to have dinner with me and see what kind of team we might put together?

Eyes looked at me and looked at each other and nodded. "Yes, but we don't have wheels."

"My last class is over at three. We can go out there any time after that. There's a pool. You could bring your suits and a change of clothes for when it gets cool. I'll bring you back whenever you want."

There was a short side conversation. "Pick us up at our dorm at three-thirty. We want you to let us help with dinner. By the way, I'm Christi and this is Alyssa, we're sophomores."

"I'm Alec. Alec Jameson. Nice to meet you."

I went off to class wondering what test I had passed to get asked to join their team. 

Mom's BMW convertible was an instant hit. The guy in the fancy convertible with the blondes got admiring glances going down the street. The two of them had squeezed their tight bodies into the passenger seat and were wiggling around in an interesting way. 

"I don't get to drive my mom's car very often, and I definitely do not get two gorgeous blondes in it at all!"

Giggles and then one leaned over, fooled with my hair, and kissed the side of my face. Cat calls from the sidewalk.

"If we do this race thing, am I going to get teased all the time?"

"That depends how teasable you are. Do you have secrets we can discover and blackmail you?"

Looking at the bare midriffs, I wondered how ticklish they were. This could be fun if I didn't get knocked down and tied up.

By the time we went up our driveway and around to the garage at the back, the conversation was easy. 

"Why don't the two of you check the fridge, and then we'll make a grocery run? I'll deal with the cats."

The cats were instantly more interested in Christi and Alyssa than in me. The girls were entranced by fluffy, pure white Clementine, and black, short haired Alexander. Even after I put out some food and freshened up their water, the cats were busy jumping up on and walking all over my new friends.

"Looks like you should be cat sitting, not me."

"Lyssa, why don't we give Alec the grocery list? While he's gone, we can swim and look out for the cats."

I looked at four sets of eyes and knew I had already lost. All I could think of was training and racing with these two fireballs, with supervision by mom's cats. 

When I got back with two large bags of groceries, Christi and Alyssa were face down on the loungers. Each one had a cat lounging on her naked bum. It was hard to decide who was protecting whom.

"I'm sure glad the cats are safe. How about some of my special punch?"

"Alyssa smiled up at me. "Sure, but take it easy on the booze, we're done with competition for this year, but still working out."

Kristi added, "The cats showed us how to use the pool. You sit at the shallow end and dip your feet in. Carefully."

The cats responded to this by walking up the curvy backs and licking faces. 

I brought two drinks and went to work lighting the barbeque. "You should have seen my mom last summer. She took some cat treats with her and climbed on the pool float. From about three feet out, she told them to jump to her to get a treat. That is easy for them and they did it. Only problem was that when they landed, their claws punctured the float. The three of them sat there, sinking. The cats were really unhappy, meowing and climbing on her shoulders. But she just lay back, letting the whole thing go under. The cats had to swim for it, and wouldn't talk to her for a week." 

I took them each a cat comb. "You can build friendship with some combing. They like that a lot."

Looking straight at me, Christi and Alyssa stood up and picked up a swim cover. Before the covers came down over their heads, they made sure I got a complete view of their naked charms. 

We ate on the patio. The cats wrestled on the lawn, and we wolfed down great burgers and green salad. The special punch was making us mellow.

The girls insisted on doing the dishes and then asked me if they could use my Internet computer. I fired it up and turned it over to them. 

"Don't go away, Alec, we have something we need to show you."

What came on the screen was a home page for a campus course called, "Dynamics of Gender Identity." Taught by Carlotta James, adjunct professor of clinical psychology.

I asked, "Are you two taking that?"

"Yeah, we are. Read the course abstract."

I looked at the screen. "Explore the complexities of gender identity through case studies and self-assessment. Restricted to partners in a continuing relationship."

Oh oh. I was looking at two blond heads, which had turned and were looking at me, blue eyes wide open. "Um, you two are partners?" Talk about awkward moments. 

"In a way, yes. And in a way, no. That's why we're taking the course, trying to figure things out. We have a favor to ask. Would you take a few minutes to talk to us about this?"

God, they were pretty. "Well, I don't know squat about gender stuff. But if I can help, I will."

This earned me kisses from both of them. 

There were preliminaries. I was to bring some wine for sipping. We had to take our clothes off and get into my bed, sitting back on pillows against the headboard. The cats had to have a spot on either side of our legs.

I kissed a cheek on either side of me and said, "You know, this is not all bad." Two warm naked female bodies tucked up against me? I was getting hard, and he had nowhere to hide. Very nice problem to have, under the circumstances.

Alyssa began, "We've been doing gymnastics for a long time. We talked about going to different colleges, but when we got scholarship offers for gymnastics here, we didn't wait to accept them. College is different. A lot of choices and a lot of freedom. We've been rooming together and trying to work things out."

I was gently massaging neck and shoulder muscles, which were very tense.

"Maybe you should show him our latest homework assignment," said Christi.

Alyssa reached over for some papers. "Before you read this, we should tell you that Carlotta is a really great teacher. The first morning, she came in, announced she was completely bi, would talk publicly or privately about any part of gender identity and sex. She said she was going to use the street names for everything to do with sex and gender, and that if we were offended by that, we probably should not take the class. Our first homework was to put in writing what our reasons for taking the course were and bring it to a private session with her."

Christi added, "We told her we liked each other, liked sex with each other, but didn't know whether we were really lesbian. She said she needed to think about that before our next meeting. Yesterday, she gave us this homework assignment."

"Alyssa and Christi:

First, let me say you are two great women and I'm excited to have you in my class this term. I hope we can work out some of your gender issues together. I've been thinking about your dilemma. Neither of you has ever had a live male cock in you, so you don't have a basis for comparing that to what you do together. You could read romance novels forever, but there is no substitute for the real thing. Your homework assignment, to be completed any time in the next two weeks, is to find a heterosexual male and get fucked. I don't have any great suggestions for how to do that, and it is probably better if you figure it out yourselves. The ideal situation is if you find a handsome, sexy, well hung guy and convince him to help with your problem. Good luck. - Carlotta." 

I looked up at them, not sure whether to smile or not. 

"You're handsome."

"You're sexy." They were ping ponging me.

"You're well hung." A hand was squeezing my erection, which was very hard.

I said, "So, the race business was all a joke?"

The two allegedly titless bodies were straddled across my thighs, rubbing their pussies hard on me.

"No! We want to do that with you."

The other one added, "But we would really appreciate your helping with our other problem."

Now the pillows were pulled out and I was on my back. The stiff nipples with just a little breast tissue behind them were drilling into my chest. Tongues were at work on me. The cats walked up on the backs of their new friends, looking at me and asking what was going on.

We had to get some ground rules going here. I flipped them over on their backs and said I would be right back. I took a piss and looked in the drawers for some lubricant. Ah, success.

As I walked back into the bedroom, I said, "Close your eyes, take the sheet off of you, and do not say a single word until I say you can."

Both pussies were nice and wet. I nudged the legs apart, and squirted the slippery stuff where it needed to go. One finger found a clit while two others checked out the cunt that went with it. Nice sensitive clit, whose owner jumped around as I tweaked it. Tight muscular cunt with no hymen in evidence. My equipment could get in there just fine. The other body checked out the same. These were two very fuckable women. I pondered how to get them in the mood to have good sex and not just a lab experiment.

I put the stuff down on the table and climbed back in with them. There was no way they could ignore the big hard cock rubbing on whichever thigh was closest to me.

"Ok, you can talk now."

"What do you think? Did you like that down there?"

Christi said in a low sexy voice, "Did we pass the fuckable test?"

I got above them, with a knee in each crotch. My tongue invaded each pouty mouth alternately. Taking my weight on one arm, I used the other hand to pinch nipples.

"I'm trying to figure out how to convert this from a lab test into a hot threesome. Are you sleeping in this bed with me tonight?"

Two small screams. "Oh my god, he's going to do it. He's making us sleep with him!"

A bout of excited nude wrestling started. The cats leaped away as arms and legs flew. The girls were giving my cock a lot of attention. You might say they were cock starved, but Carlotta would call that a sexist remark.

I didn't have much in the way of tits to grab, but gave the nipples a workout. 

When things calmed down, I took them into a tight embrace and in a low, evil voice said, "Yes, you've foolishly fallen into my clutches. I have you for the entire weekend. Are you going to behave, or do I tie you up?"

I laughed and fell over on my side. They looked at me. The cats looked at me.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm not much of a sex maniac."

Very quickly, one was sucking on me, and the other was on my chest with her delectable wet pussy lips getting closer and closer to my mouth.

I didn't waste any time, but pulled the pussy to me. My tongue explored the folds and uncovered the clit hiding under its hood. The twitching of her pelvis told me I had found lots of nerves. 

"Oh god, Christi, he's doing me, I'm going to come, yes, right now I'm coming. Ah, ah, ah."

Christi, all on her own, decided to get a certain chore over. While her partner was still shaking in front of her, Christi was sliding her very tight cunt right down over my thrusting wet cock.

Holding Alyssa's hips tightly, I lifted her up and turned her around to face Christi.

"Oh no! You're on him, he's in you!" They embraced, rocking back and forth. Alyssa said, "Say something. What is it like? Don't just sit there and smile at me!"

This time I lay Alyssa to one side and rocked Christi and me back so I was on top. I'm not sure she knew it, but her insides were clutching and squeezing me. She needed to know what the male did when treated like that. I pulled back and gave a long, hard full stroke with our pubic bones banging each other.

"Oh fuck, that's nice. Please keep going. I think I'm going to come."

The young thing who had never had a live cock in her before produced a hard, grunting, gasping orgasm in no time at all.

I dumped her off and turned my attention to the other luscious female who needed her first fuck. 

The two of them looked a lot alike physically, but they didn't fuck the same. Alyssa wanted to duel with my cock. Every thrust had to have a pelvic thrust in return. She wanted that orgasm and she wanted it now. And she wanted it dirty. "You good for nothing bastard, taking a poor girl's virtue! Where do you get off, just stabbing into me? There, right there, harder..." And them a high scream trailing off as she came, pulsing and shaking and crying.

I pulled the sheet up and motioned the cats over. They were on top of two different bookcases, pretty blase about the doings on the bed. But they walked up the sheet covered bodies and licked behind the ear. This started giggles into their pillows.

Alyssa said, "Oh shit, I guess I'm not a lesbian, I already want to do that again."

Christi poked her and said, "You're ruining our relationship. What if I didn't like that?" More giggles.

Alyssa said, "Alec, you have my permission to tie her up and punish her for that."

"I have a better idea. You take one side and I'll take the other."

We descended on Christi's body. I said to Alyssa, "If she doesn't like straight sex, why is she gushing on my finger? Why is she pulling my head down for more kisses? Why is she coming just because I'm sucking and biting her nipples?"

Alyssa was kissing Christi with full tongue, keeping the orgasm going.

The two of them lay back, panting and moaning quietly.

They looked at me, a laughing 'oh my god I've been fucked' look.

"That sure wasn't a lab experiment."

More laughter.

I arranged us back to front and turned out the light.

"He's actually keeping us here. Good thing we signed out."

"How did you know I would go along with your crazy girl scheme?"

"Because you are handsome, sexy and well hung." A duo of dying giggles.

In the morning, my well hungness was pretty stiff. The rump in front of it was wiggling around.

I climbed out to find the bathroom to lonesome noises from behind me. 

"Don't go, we want more."

The shower felt good and I decided to shampoo my hair. Both bodies were suddenly rubbing on me, and several hands were working in the suds. My hands found the titless chests and liked what was there. What's wrong with an A cup with a nice nipple on it. The owner was jumping around and taking my hand to her soapy bottom.

A whisper in my ear, "You made me sore. That's only supposed to happen to virgin brides on their wedding night."

A whisper back. "Honey, I think you skipped over that part."

A louder voice, "God, he not only fucks, he makes us laugh."

In the kitchen, we sat at the counter, chomping on cinnamon toast and nursing our coffee. The sunshine slanting in the windows felt good. I examined the naked bodies sitting on their towels.

"You need to do something about your tan lines."

They looked at my tanned body and then at theirs. Too much white flesh around the boobs and crotch.

"Do we declare this a nude holiday?" Eyes sparkled at me.

"Now that you've found one guy whose cock makes you come, do you want me to find you some more?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"First, we have to win that relay race. Then we have to make sure you have cleared up our gender identity problem. I don't think one experience is enough."

I was standing behind them, massaging boobs and tweaking nipples. 

"Good thing we're on towels, he's making me gush."

"Me too. Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we invite Carlotta over for dinner and talk about our 'cure' with her. I think she would like to meet Alec. We could ask her to check out his qualifications."

Laughter, lots of laughter. I leaned them together and kissed the ears and necks.

"If we don't do something serious, we are going to end up back in bed. " Alyssa stood up and said, "You get the race papers and I'll call Carlotta."

I grabbed the tanning sunscreen and herded them out onto the patio. The cats were asleep on the chair cushions. The new arrivals didn't deserve special attention, they decided.

It turned out that Carlotta would love to come to dinner at a big place out in the country with a pool. 

"Come early and get some sun."

The race rules were complicated. I applied lotion to all surfaces as we talked.

To level the competition, each team member had to do one segment of each sport. 

I told them that my folks would be happy to have us use the pool for swim training. And the quiet road leading up the valley to the west would work for biking. Maybe for running as well.

There were three weeks to race day. Train every day, we agreed. The innocent wide eyed looks I got suggested training would have some extracurricular events.

"Come on, I'll show you the weight room."

We did a short round of the machines. The slender bodies did well. I wasn't up to normal because they teased me and rubbed on me, and even sucked me while I was doing my bench presses. Then they asked if they could take some of the floor mats outside and do some tumbling.

They had wonderful moves and just flew through the air as if that was a natural state of things. I was enlisted to do some spotting when they got more ambitious. Christi tried a forward twisting somersault and didn't quite come out of it. I got a sweaty, squirmy body landing in my arms and sending us both to the ground. When Alyssa saw her partner squirming on me, I had two squirmy bodies on top, with both of them tongueing me eagerly. 

"Maybe he can coach summer gymnastics too. Would that help with our identity problem?"

My shorts were off and a juicy twat was sliding down my bigger than ever dick. 

"Are we going to have to ration that? Won't two of us destroy the poor thing?"

I threw one of them off before anything happened, but the other took her place. This was very distracting. Yesterday, they were curious virgins. Today, it was hard to tell except that all their sex parts were getting, as they say, a good workout. Maybe I should write a poem about how training was such sweet sorrow.




Hard Work Takes the Prize Pt. 01



"All right, all right. Let's have some lunch before you kill me."

A run to the store retrieved deli sandwiches and dinner makings for Carlotta's visit. After lunch, there was more tanning time, more tumbling, and even some serious homework accomplished by me.

"Don't you two ever pay any attention to your course work?"

I was escorted with firm hands to the computer. A few seconds of clicking showed that they were two weeks ahead in homework in four different courses.

"Ok, I apologize. I'm sorry. After all, I'm just handsome, sexy and well hung. That may not be good enough for two brilliant jocks like you."

I turned to leave, but a stern voice commanded me to stay where I was and drop my shorts. A hand brought my almost erect cock forward between their bodies, pressing against the tiny boobs. 

"Now you just stand there like a good boy. We will take care of you. We know you are anxious about your course work."

While one of them cruised porn sites looking for something, the other leaned down and took me into her mouth. Pretty soon, we were watching an energetic cock-sucking being performed on the screen, and on me at the same time. The guy on the screen was making a lot of noise, so I decided to add some of my own. "Ah, please no. I can't stand it. Oh, don't stop, please don't stop. I pulled at their hair and moaned. They traded mouths. The new mouth applied some gentle teeth to my tender cock skin. "Oh, it's too much." Moan, moan, moan.

A sudden stop. "Hey, we can't let him come. What if Carlotta needs some of this fine cock?"

They stood up and sandwiched me. I only had a couple inches on their 5-7. Their attentions were hard to take. Pulling hair, sliding fingers into my front crotch and my back crotch. I was twitching and jerking. 

"Behave. We are just trying to be nice to you. We appreciate what you've done for us, and more importantly, what you still have to do for us. First, you are to be very nice and hospitable to Carlotta tonight. She is a faculty member and a guest in your parent's home. If it turns out she needs some assistance in our gender identity discussions, you will provide it without complaint. Second, you are to coordinate the training plan for the race and arrange that the three of us do our workouts every day without fail."

They were easing us around and into the depths of the down sofa. The wet pussies were sliding on my thigh muscles again. The mouths were kissing and tonguing me. 

"Alec, are you paying attention?" My cock got a hard squeeze. I gave a weak, low moan.

"I don't think I can take much more punishment like this." My head lolled back.

One giggle. Two giggles. Three giggles. Bodies on the floor laughing and rolling around.

A voice from the doorway said, "If that's punishment, I wouldn't mind some myself."

Heads with surprised faces popping up. "Carlotta!"

As we scrambled to our feet, she said, "Well, you did invite me to come early for a swim."

The girls rushed her and made an instant sandwich. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. But not before she checked out my hard cock. Which was getting rapidly less hard.

I walked over and tried to shake hands. She pulled me into the embrace and gave me a wet lip kiss.

"You must be Alec?"

Christi's perky voice said, "Isn't he nice? You told us to try to find a heterosexual male who was handsome, sexy and well hung. What do you think?"

Before she could answer, Lyssa said, "Sorry we're naked, but Alec told us we needed to do something about our tan lines." She did a neat pirouette. "Do you need any tan line help? The patio is amazing and wait until you meet the cats!"

Carlotta had her arm around me and whispered, "Is there this much energy all the time?"

I kissed her ear and said, "I guess that homework assignment lit some kind of fuze." She turned and kissed me on the lips again. And then again.

"Hmmm. You sure kiss nicely for a college guy." She gave my cock a quick tug. "Where do I put my stuff?"

The girls took her to the bedroom and I went to make some drinks.

I was on the patio when they came back. Carlotta was in an incredible pale yellow bikini which showed off her olive complexion beautifully. The girls stood to either side and said, "How about this, Alec?"

"All that, and she has a fine mind too?"

I told them, "The women in my family have a joke that goes back generations. If a young girl gets accidentally knocked up, the proper response is, "And she had such a fine mind!"

All three glared at me. "That's incredibly sexist."

I put my hands up. "Hey, I'm just reporting what the WOMEN in my family used to say."

Alyssa said, "I think we will have to punish you later for even repeating that." The odds were now three against one instead of two against one. Bad day at Black Rock.

"Stand still, Carlotta, we have to put tanning lotion on you." Christi had a handful of goo and Alyssa was untying the straps of the top.

"Hey, I didn't say you could strip your professor. Aren't there any standards around here?" Her eyes were laughing. Her gorgeous tits were getting a once over and stood up proud in the sunlight. The girls put her arms around them and stuck out their chests.

"Alec, come over here and check this out." I was all hard again from staring at three naked fronts on three very pretty women.

"Look, I think he appreciates us."

I walked slowly around them, my hands on shoulders and necks and gently pulling hair. Carlotta was an inch shorter than the gymnasts and a good twenty pounds heavier. But the twenty pounds was in all the right places. Broad muscular shoulders and arms. Thighs and ass that had been worked hard. Incredible breasts that were close to 36 D. High cheekbones, full lips, strong nose. Elegant neck. Black bush between her legs trimmed well.

I slipped my hands around from her back and caressed the tits. Super firm and super stiff. My cock brushed against her as I leaned up to her ear. "There's got to be a guy involved with this chick. I wouldn't have a chance. Besides, Carlotta, these two have taken me over. Since breakfast, all I've gotten is orders."

Giggles, lots of giggles. Carlotta pushed her bottoms off and dove in the pool. I grabbed my race partners and hugged them.

"She is something else. Is she really unattached? There's not some rich guy ready to kidnap her?"

We dove in too and swam over to her. 

"Carlotta, he's stuck on you already." 

She took hold of my hair and pulled me to her chest. "Alec, you are a really nice guy. But it's Saturday and I only do girls on Saturday. She pushed me away and got the girls in a headlock.

There was a little more swimming and a lot more grabass and then we got out to relax on the loungers.

Carlotta lay back with her eyes closed and asked, "Are we going to talk about your homework now, or later? Do you want him around, or should we send him on an errand?"

I was preparing to be banished when Christi said, "Let him stay. Maybe he can give the male side."

I wondered what the male side had to say about helping two eager bisexual virgins discover they liked cocks.

I went and fixed a pitcher of margaritas. Some relaxing alcohol was needed.

Carlotta resumed. "So tell me how it went. Did you cry?"

Christi couldn't help herself. "God no. We laughed more than anything. He is funny. A funny fucker." She laughed.

Alyssa added, "We got him off on this race business and he asked us out here to talk about entering a team. We told him about the course and showed him your homework assignment. He wasn't crude or anything. He had us get in his bed naked and then he made us close our eyes and not talk while he used some stuff to get us slippery and he used his fingers to check us out and then we started making out and all of a sudden he was in us and we were coming like crazy."

"Just like that?"

I refreshed Carlotta's drink and gave her a long wet kiss with some tongue. "I don't think you need to be exclusive with girls today." My fingers gently pinched her nipple. The eyes were still closed. "You're blocking my sun."

"He's hitting on you, Carlotta. Be careful, he is very sexy, just like you ordered."

The girls were on their knees on the other side of Carlotta, licking her boob and running their fingers through her hair. I was out of her sun on my knees too, my fingers slowly dancing down her flat belly. She flexed her abs and I punched them lightly. Alyssa said, "She's got a marvelous body. Where did the muscles come from, Carlotta? You wear those floppy clothes to class and we don't see how tough you are."

"I was raised on a farm in Brazil. My brother came to the States and got me in on a student visa. I kept staying in school and getting degrees. I was being hit on by both sexes but afraid of any attachments that might screw up my immigration status."

She leaned up and kissed all three of us. "Hmm. This is nice, very nice."

After another mouthful of drink, she continued, "I was going to be a biologist, but I had an affair with my senior roommate and my head was swimming with all kinds of emotions. I was dreaming about her in Portugese. It was all screwed up and I decided to change to psychology to see if that helped me figure life out."

I kissed her again and rubbed my finger in her wet cleft. "Stop that, you are getting me all hot and bothered." Her hips flipped up at me. The gymnasts were smirking at me. When her eyes were closed again, they mouthed, "Go for it."

I asked, "We haven't got to your instructions to your students now that they have completed the homework." My finger rubbed very gently on her clit. Her toes were wiggling. I nodded at the lotion and at her legs. The girls went to work. I fed Carlotta another gulp of drink.

"The sun feels nice, doesn't it?" I said.

"Your finger feels nicer. If I tell you to fuck me, what will the girls think? Not exactly class protocol, is it?"

I slipped two fingers into her and replaced the finger on her clit with my tongue. She was definitely twitching around now.

Christi said, "Lyssa, don't you think she could give us better advice if she felt what that wonderful cock can do?"

Lyssa leaned down to take a very stiff nipple into her mouth, massaged it around, and declared, "She definitely has to experience Alec's cock. After all, she told us we wouldn't know about our sexual identity until we'd been properly fucked." They both smiled at me.

I picked Carlotta up and walked over to the workout mats, which were warm in the sun. Seconds after she was down, I was all the way into her. 

"Oof, doesn't a girl get any say about sex anymore?" Her eyes were closed but she was smiling and humping up at me.

I couldn't believe how good she felt. The girls were new and different and learning what sex was all about. Carlotta was smooth and practiced and looking for a partner as hot as she was. For the next ten minutes we put on a show, both of us reaching for new heights. She rolled on top of me and sat up. I made her cum in that position and then put her back down in missionary and hammered her to another climax. She screamed at me as I filled her with a load of my best stuff.

Suddenly, a garden hose was spraying us with cold water. Lyssa shouted, "We had to put out the fire. That was just too hot!"

We rushed them and carried them into the pool. Carlotta got me from behind and crushed my back against her generous boobs. 

"Girls, maybe we should get him a teaching assistant appointment. I think that kind of therapy could solve a lot of identity problems!"

"Hey, hang out here. I'll bring your drinks over and work on the fire. We're having shish kebab," I said to Carlotta as I kissed her with both passion and tenderness. 

Dinner was relaxed and full of laughs. It was cooler and the best skin was covered. I fixed some strawberries with Grand Marnier, and after serving went to find sweaters.

The gymnasts disappeared and returned with armfuls of pillows, duvets and even sheets.

"We are building a nest to watch the moon come up. We want the alpha male in here with us. Carlotta, Alex tells us it would be nice if you would sleep over too. Lyssa and I are not feeling territorial. Maybe we could cuddle with you too."

Carlotta stared at me. I stared at her and then at the girls. "Do you suppose we could talk Carlotta into being our race support person?"

Nesting activity began and I went to get some soda. I came back and was directed into the center of the nest, which was a delightful tangle of limbs and after shower fragrance. I asked myself what did I do to deserve this other than fall into the devious plan of two nymphs?

The optimum alignment turned out to be Carlotta and me on our backs, with Christi on Carlotta's front, and Lyssa on mine.

Carlotta was working her fingers in Christi's hair and sliding her hand up under a blouse to tweak a nipple. Looked like a good plan to me and I gave the same treatment to Lyssa. 

Lyssa mumbled, "Christi and I haven't had a major cuddle like this in years."

I leaned over and licked Carlotta's ear and said, "I've never had a cuddle like this before. When does the moon come up? I'm not sure I can last."

Carlotta reached an arm around and got me in a headlock. "How come you got me to climax twice after you had already been hosing these two?"

Christi watched our lips come together and said, "Oh oh, I think Carlotta wants more, maybe we should get scarce, Lyssa."

"Carlotta said in her best husky sexy voice, "Don't worry, I am going to get more, from all three of you. But not now, this is too nice." She closed her eyes and said, "Wake me for the moon."

Christi fiddled with her phone and put it in my shirt pocket. "I set the timer, now we can all have a nice nap."

The alarm vibrated in my pocket. The orange moon was just poking above the horizon across the lawn and pool. I kissed and hugged Alyssa awake. We all propped ourselves up and sleepily watched the moon rise. Christi said, "Carlotta, why don't you and Alex be the parents, and Lyssa and I can be your daughters, and we'll be a happy family together." Carlotta mumbled, "You forgot the happy incestuous family."

I said, "Sounds good, count me in." And went back to sleep.

Sun directly in my eyes woke me up. The air was chilly, the duvets were dewy, and my hardness was poking Alyssa's backside. I had my arm over her and her hair was in my face. She pushed her butt back at me and turned her face up for a kiss. She mouthed at me, "Pee?"

I nodded and we slipped out and walked across the wet lawn in our bare feet, hand in hand. She pulled me into the bathroom with her and said, "Let's do this together. I'll sit down and you sit on my legs. Pretty soon there was a waterfall of pee going into the bowl, her arms were around my neck, and she was kissing me like a long lost lover. Afterwards, I soaped up a washcloth and cleaned between her legs. She took it and ministered to me, flopping him around and around. "That's fun," she giggled.

We had the coffee on, and were gathering ingredients for omelets when the other two came in, looking sleepy and lovey. A four way hug was necessary. 

When Carlotta came back from the bathroom, I handed her a mug of hot black coffee. "How did you know?" she mouthed. I put my arm around her and whispered in her ear, "All girls from Brazil drink black coffee."

She bit my ear and said, "You are bad for me. I haven't had a fuck like that since I don't know. You make me think I could lie around and have sex with you, then with the girls, and get away with pretending that deadlines and priorities don't exist."

Lyssa peered over Christi's shoulder and joked, "Alex is leading us to fantasy land." 

After breakfast, Carlotta and I sat while the girls cleaned up, not allowing us to help. 

I said, "If you are the daughters in this fantasy family, can you be twins? I like calling you twins. You don't have to be identical, you know."

They looked at each other and quickly kissed. Finished with the dishes, they turned around and pulled their tops off. 

Carlotta said, "Look like twins to me. Gotta be the same DNA to produce those, doesn't it?" She was smiling a very wide smile.

I got down and stood behind her, kissing the top of her head and removing the blouse. "Your Momma has generous tits that gave you a lot of milk. Daddy loves those tits." My hands were all over her front, squeezing and pinching. I bit down gently on the muscle of her neck. The twins came over and gave Momma more attention. Carlotta's hand reached behind her and found me very hard back there.

The temperature was rising fast. 

In a very meek voice, I said, "I have a suggestion. Maybe we could work on training before today's lesson in gender studies?"

This was not popular. Carlotta was molesting the twins' boobs to great effect. Pupils were dilating and moans were developing. I myself was still pinching and pulling on Carlotta's pink nipples.

"Spoil sport. Slave driver. Arrogant SOB."

Reluctantly, hands went back where they belonged and shirts went on. 

I got down on my knees and motioned to the twins. "All hail the new coach, all hail the coach." I leaned down and kissed her feet. Alyssa and Christi did a nice job of matching me. I knew Carlotta had more important things to do than play with us, but maybe she had enough fun yesterday to go along. We were probably going to need her help somewhere along the line.

She leaned down and pulled us up by the hair. "All right, you miserable wretches. God knows how I got stuck with training you for a triathlon. Let's get one thing straight right now. You are going to train. This is not a game. And if you don't win the race in your category, it's an automatic F in my course." She glared at us fiercely and then laughed loudly.

"Well, chickens, is that what you want from your coach?"

We rushed into her arms, crying yes, yes, yes.

"So what's the training program for this morning?"

I said, "There are bikes in the garage. What about an easy five miles on the bikes and an easy mile in the pool? After that, we can figure out something more organized and shop for the right gear."

The two who started all this were looking shell shocked, having just watched their two new race partners set up the morning activities.

I spoke too soon about the easy bike ride. The road was uphill going out and my thighs were killing me after a hundred yards. The hard, narrow seat was burning my ass, and the posture over the handlebars was no winner either. All of us were panting when Carlotta pointed to her odometer and said, "Turn around."

The mile in the twenty-five meter pool was a hell of a lot more laps than I remembered. I was slumped over the edge of the pool when Carlotta came up and cuffed me on the back of my head.

"No, coach. Please, I promise to do better tomorrow."

"You miserable wimp! You'd better or I'm going to whip that useless ass until it's bloody."

I turned around and gathered her into my arms. "My god, woman, is there anything you don't do well? I could almost feel those lashes."

The twins were there and all four of us laughed at the misery of our first training session.

After tossing our sweaty clothes in a bucket of soapy water and sluicing off in the outdoor shower, we sat in the sun drying off and constructing a training program. It appeared that we needed two to three hours a day, not counting cleanup afterwards.

Carlotta said, "I still have to make a living teaching two courses this term. When are we going to do this daily routine?"

Blank looks and confusion. Finally, I said, "My folks won't be home until just before the race. If we sleep out here and get some coffee into us before first light, we can be showered and headed to campus by around eight. Does that work?"

Christi gave me her best innocent young girl look and asked, "So, we'll be working on our gender studies homework after dinner?"




Hard Work Takes the Prize Pt. 01



Smirks and giggles. Carlotta frowned. "Didn't I read that serious training programs eliminate sex?"

The girls walked over and rubbed their fronts on her back. "Professor, we think perhaps you've remembered the wrong study. The definitive work on athletic performance, by Rabinowicz and Anderson, found that one, and preferably two, orgasms before bedtime enhanced performance the following day by eight to ten percent."

She reached up and pulled them into her lap. "What am I going to do with you two? First, you're all worried you like girl sex too much, and now you want cock every day!"

She looked up at me with dark passion in her eyes and mouthed, "I want you."

I could tell that training camp for me meant more than three marathon events. Do cocks wear out? Can you turn them in for a new model?

I fixed lunch in the kitchen while the X chromosomes worked on issues.

Afterwards, the girls and I went to their dorm to gather clothes and workout gear. Carlotta had a Sunday afternoon seminar that went through dinner, and said she would catch up with us by bedtime, which was now 9:30 pm. 

I had the twins drop me at Carlotta's place and turned them loose in the BMW, saying I'd better not find them at the folks' house with a couple of guys they'd picked up when Carlotta and I got there.

I let myself into Carlotta's house with my lockpick. My uncle the locksmith taught me some of his tricks and gave me some handy tools when I helped him out last summer.

I sat down on the sofa to think about my mixed up emotions over the woman from Brazil. But sleep took me first.

The door slammed me awake and there she was, a frown on her face, looking sexier than ever.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

I said nothing and stared back at her. She put down her sack, walked over and pulled me up. Her lips grazed my cheek. She sucked on my finger and pulled me to the kitchen. For some reason, she respected my silence. While I watched, she made a large drink for us to share, with lots of fruit juice and lots of tequila. She knew I wasn't allowed booze right now, but held the glass to my lips anyway. She tipped it up to make sure I got a good portion of it down my throat.

I followed her down the hall to her bedroom. More feminine than I would have thought. An antique vanity with bench and mirror. Across the room, a full length mirror on the closet door. She stopped in front of it and beckoned me forward with her eyes in the mirror.

I wrapped my arms around her and nestled my head on her shoulder. We stood there quietly, saying nothing. She pulled the sweater over her head and stretched her arms behind my neck. My hands went to her waist and undid the clasp on the patterned skirt that almost reached the floor. She stepped out of it and I carefully picked up and folded the beautiful fabric over a chair back. She was bare underneath.

Her fingers waved in the air, drawing me back. But the eyes wanted me naked too. I left them where they dropped. Guy clothes don't get a lot of respect.

This time her hands drew me to her elegant breasts. High and full, pink rather than brown, nipples modestly capping them.

She pushed back into me and finally said, "What does a young stud like you see in a crazy, chunky almost forty body like mine?" I nudged my hardening cock between her buttocks but said nothing.

"My mother was half native and short. My father was Norwegian and tall. I got some of both and you'll never see me on a runway."

My brown eyes looked almost black in the twilight. She knew we had to talk about the attraction that had seized us both in just two days. She stepped sideways so we both displayed in the mirror. A Hopper portrait without clothes. My penis was full length but still dangling down, the head pulsing gently. I willed it to stay that way.

She guided my hand to her vulva. My fingers came away wet. Very wet. She brought them to her mouth and licked quietly. There was a strange tranquil look in the dark eyes. 

I was back behind her and my erection was pointing straight up her crack, hard as steel. She pushed at me and we swayed back and forth, staring at each other in the mirror with our black eyes.

Carlotta turned around and wrapped her arms around me. Her voice was a whisper in my ear. "I've never had a boyfriend in the States. First it was fear, then it was college lesbian life, then I guess it was just easier not to worry about dating and guys and their strange ways."

"Now you are wrecking my life. When you took me out there on those workout pads on the grass in the sunshine, my body was so liberated! Those orgasm tremors were shooting through me like electricity. I lay there afterwards and all I could think was how stupid could I be for missing that feeling for so long."

We stepped over to the bed and she pulled down the covers. Her hand on my butt urged me in, but she went in the other room and came back with her phone, then handed the drink to me, climbed in and made a call.

"Hi, he's with me. You must have dropped him off? Yes, he's dangerous, he broke in and was asleep on my sofa. He says we have issues, and I guess we do. We have to talk. Did you say we have to fuck? Well, probably we have to do that too. Yes, I know it is only a few hours before the alarm goes off and we have to train. Yes, I'm the coach and we are not starting off by missing the first day. We will be there. Have the coffee ready. No, I'm not in love with him, you two are. Oh? I'll have to think about that. Get some sleep."

She lay on me and licked my lips and made messes with her tongue. I pulled her wiry black hair, and pinched one of her stiff nipples.

She lay full out on me and I could feel her crying quietly. 

"This is so damn silly. Lousy writers pump out lousy novels about academic affairs everyday! Full of cliches and cheap sentiment. And I'm lying here crying because I can't get enough of you! A big cocked undergraduate student has stolen my heart! How bad can it get?"

She sat up and grabbed me. She squeezed and said, "Say something."

"I was just thinking that you've said everything that needs saying. We can go to sleep now."

"What do you mean, sleep! Are you trying to wreck me worse than you already have? I'm crying on your shoulder and you want to sleep. Is that any way to treat your new girlfriend? The twins say I'm in love with you." The eyes were not happy.

"I'm glad to hear that, because I am madly in love with you. I didn't realize it until tonight. I don't give a damn that you are bi and have girlfriends. I don't give a damn that you are a professor and the world thinks we are a cliche. I do give a damn that both of us have two incredible women to warm our bed and have fun sex with us. I do give a damn that if we don't get some sleep, there's going to be hell to pay at 5 am."

(cont'd in Part 2 - Carlotta Cracks the Whip)



Hard Work Takes the Prize Pt. 02



Author's Note: Alec and his coed teammates plunge into training for the campus mini-triathlon. If you are just catching up with our story, Part 1 can be found at my profile.

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Carlotta and I, after a night together at her house, got a snide reception in the kitchen at 5 am on the first day of serious race training. "Oh look, Mommy and Daddy got up early. They don't look too awake. Better give them some coffee." They had running shorts on, but their sports bras were still on the counter. I got my arms around them and kissed all four nipples. "Repeat after me, 'He likes our tits, he likes our tits."

I went to find my workout gear while they entertained Carlotta with that. As I got back to the kitchen, I heard one of them asking, "Did you fuck?"

Carlotta looked at me, I looked at the twins, and said, "Girls, what Mommy and Daddy do on their own time is private."

The attack was sudden and violent. Teeth were used. "Private my ass. What is this? Don't tell us you're going all mushy!"

Carlotta got everyone down to the garage and out the door on our bikes. "This is baseline day, kids. Your time today goes down 10% every day we train, or else." She had a watch on, and a clipboard behind her bike seat. "I'm not going to stay with you all the time. The three of you are the athletes. Make this training time count. On race day, you either have it, or you don't."

Two hours later, her trainees were standing under the outdoor shower, catching our breath and feeling beat.

Alyssa said, "Christi, which of us had this crazy idea? Truly dumb idea. Can we call it off?"

"Sorry sis, the registration fee has gone in. We're stuck."

Carlotta gathered them in her soapy hands. "Now girls. You may be my daughters, but Mommy wants to see you win, and that requires discipline. I'm going to post everyone's times in the kitchen, and if you don't improve tomorrow, your ass is going to be red after I give you instruction."

The tone was light but with an edge. They had gotten her into this, and they were going to get her out, with a first place trophy.

Suddenly, the titless wonders were rubbing their flat fronts on me. "Oh Daddy, save us from the evil coach."

By Friday, we weren't dying anymore, and to our surprise, times were improving. After dinner, study hall was happening in the den, and 9:30 bedtime came quickly.

The first night, after teeth brushing, there was an awkward moment about the big bed. The twins looked at Carlotta, silently asking if all of us in it was what she wanted.

She laughed and shooed everyone under the covers. Keeping up the act, she said, "Girls, there's only one cock for the three of us. We have to share. We have to not be jealous. There is a rumor that there is enough of him to go around. But I've made a coach's decision that the team gets to sleep in on Sunday morning, which means we can have an orgy on Saturday night. So that means for the next five nights we have can light sex, but not heavy sex."

The two of them collapsed into giggles. "Carlotta, you are really bad! What the heck is light sex?"

I was hard and feeling frisky. I pulled Christi over on top of me and slid two fingers quickly into her. She was nice and wet, so the fingers were followed quickly by my cock.

"Alec! Is that approved for light sex?" The light went on to show Christi posting on me. Her eyes sparkled and she made a show of moaning to her climax, which arrived instantly.

Carlotta gave me a nasty look, and Lyssa pushed Christi over and pounded her butt. 

I maneuvered the other two on their knees, and plunged my fingers into two wet cunts that needed attention. Lyssa got me first. Her muscular twat wanted action, rocking back at me. I gave her my best bad guy fuck. And breathed nasty comments in her ear. "You better run as well as you fuck. Are you going to cum or what? Where's the action, hot one?" I reached around and pinched her clit and she went off. 

Luckily, I didn't come in either of the twins, so when Carlotta received all of me in her hungry cunt, he was big and hard and ready for Brazilian action. The twins were lying on their backs, panting with their eyes closed. I nipped hard at Carlotta's ear and told her, "Coach, this is above and beyond the call of duty. I expect a handicap in the morning."

She squeezed me as hard as I've ever been squeezed and shouted to the girls, "Did you hear that! The son of a bitch wants us to carry the race for him. Just because we are putting a little mileage on his cock!"

Carlotta had a hold of my ears and was shaking me as hard as her hips were humping up at me, loving what the big cock was doing to her insides.

Christi climbed over us and twined herself around Alyssa. "That's good. That's very good. I think he is going to juice her."

Suddenly, all of the starch went out of Carlotta. I raised up and asked, "What's the matter?"

She flipped us over and said, "You've pushed my button again, you prick, I'm cuming and crying at the same time!"

This got to me and my cock was unloading as she contracted around it. I kissed her everywhere I could. The twins were tight up against us, sniffling too.

Five minutes later, I switched off the light on three sleeping beauties and wondered if I would survive light sex every night.

A funny thing happened as the days went by. The training got harder, but we got closer. Carlotta couldn't keep her hands off me, and I couldn't stop caressing any part of her that was reachable. The twins accused us of puppy love and played the naughty daughter game to the hilt. 

On Thursday it was warm and sunny and the women were done early and lying out on the patio, a mix of sweat and sunscreen glistening on their naked bodies. I got busy with a big pitcher of non-alcoholic fruit juice and soda, and carried it out with some glasses.

"If your parents weren't coming home, we could be your summer harem." Three sets of eyes followed me as I delivered refreshment. I sat down and surveyed the feminine landscape. Two lean bodies with no boobs to speak of, although they teased me that their tits were growing again because of my attentions. One body with magnificent tits and thighs to be crushed by. Carlotta liked to get me between them and squeeze until I hollered. I would twist until I got a big nipple in my mouth and could bite. A couple of bites and the thighs released me, but she would reach down and pull viciously on my long hair until I squealed some more. I would jam my hard cock into her, but that just set off another round of rolling around calling each other names. Depending on the day, we ended up with me on top bringing her off with a roar, or she was on top coming and contracting around me until she got a cunt full of hot stuff. 

I admired the twin's long legs endlessly. I made them stand on a towel in front of me while I applied lotion and worked out the kinks in calves and thighs. As I worked higher and higher, they got wetter and wetter, complaining that they needed me in them. I instructed them about patience and every so often gave a deep lick up a wet cleft and over a hard clit. They complained to Coach that I was torturing them. Carlotta would walk over, get some lotion from me, and massage their breasts as hard as she could. By the time I finished and we lay them down, their crotches were steaming and our tongues brought them off in seconds. 

One time when Carlotta and I were alone, I asked if she had a strapon. "Of course, every good lesbian has a strapon." She smiled and kissed me.

"Why don't you and I do them together some time?" I asked. She kissed me again and said I had an evil mind. But hid the harness and dildo under the bed.

By Sunday after the first week, we were getting cocky. The times were looking competitive. We weren't dead beat after the workouts. Sharing me for sex every night was lots of fun and lots of orgasms. I kidded them that the orgasms were performance enhancing, and they actually agreed with me. One night after lights out, Alyssa admitted, "Alec, I shouldn't tell you this, but I've had more orgasms in the week I've known you than in my entire life before. You get in there, and all my girl parts go crazy."

I gathered them all in my arms in the dark, and and asked, "What are we going to do so this doesn't end on race day?"

No one answered that and we drifted off to sleep.

On the Tuesday before the race, I got a terrific shock. My mobile rang and it was my mom, Carolyn.

"Alec, it's Mom. I'm back early. Your father, damn him, got requisitioned for one of those emergency trips to rescue someone in Iraq, and couldn't get out of it."

"Where are you now?" 

"I'm a a taxi on the way home. I didn't want you to have to leave campus and miss a class because of me."

"Uh, mom, it's hard to explain on the phone, but you are going to find some women guests at our house when you get there.

"I am? What are you up to, Alec?" 

"Mom, I have class until 4 and will explain everything when I get home. They are really nice girls and you will like them. The cats think they are divine. Please be nice to them."

"Ok, Alec, but this better be good. You know how I feel about strangers in the house."

Oh shit. I am going to be in the doghouse. I guess cathouse doesn't capture it very well. Mom might think so, however, when she got a look at the blond bombshells. Especially if they were naked on the patio when she got there.

Around 4:30, I crept into the house, expecting the worst. "Hello?" Nothing. No cats either. I skulked down the corridor into the kitchen. No one on the patio, either, except Clemmie napping on one of the chair cushions.

I heard voices and edged around so I could see the pool. I couldn't believe the sight before my eyes. Bodies lounging in the pool, glasses at their side. Not a suit in sight. Carolyn, my mom, with her arm around Carlotta's shoulder having an intense conversation. The twins bobbing on one of the floats, their lean bodies intertwined, listening to the other two. All of them totally relaxed.

I walked out, saying in my cheeriest voice, "Hi everyone, Hi mom, I see you have met our race team and coach."

Carolyn turned and scowled in my direction. "Fix yourself a drink, buster, and get over here."

I came back with my drink. "Lose the clothes and get in the pool!"

Four pairs of eyes were giving me a stern look. The twins were off the float and on either side of Carolyn and Carlotta.

"Give me a kiss and then explain yourself. I understand you have been taking indecent liberties with these wonderful women students and with their beautiful professor."

I swam over and tried to give Carolyn a chaste peck on the cheek. Instead, she pulled me into a full body press and stuffed her tongue down my throat. And hung on.

She let go suddenly and pushed me under. Other hands were holding me down. I was losing it when they hauled me to the surface. There was an evil glint in their eyes, but the gorgeous bare boobs and stiff nipples were a giveaway.

"Since when does my son start a major project in my house without saying a word about it to his parents? As far as I can tell from your friends, you're running an athletic training center. Get back here, I didn't give you permission to go over there."

I sidled carefully in her direction. I was propelled against her by a firm grip on my cock and a hard yank.

"The only reason I am not putting you into the deep, deep penalty box is that these lovely women tell me that if the three of you train hard the rest of the week, there is a decent chance of a first place finish."

Before I could say anything, she added, "Another thing in your favor is that they tell me you are a fantastic lover and they have incredible orgasms when you fuck them."

She had my back against her front, pressing her tits into me and stroking my cock in a dangerous way.

The other three advanced on me, but the frowns were now smiles. The arm around me relaxed and I felt lips on the back of my neck kissing me.

Carlotta said, "I think you had him properly scared there for a bit, Carolyn."

Mom turned into my arms and put my hand on her breast. "You've been feeling up all these other fancy tits all week. What about mine?"

She was hugging me and laughing and rubbing her mound on my hard cock and I was twisting her nipple and everyone was laughing and giggling. I had to share the wealth and went around the circle kissing and molesting body parts.

We climbed out of the pool and washed off in the outside shower. The twins whispered, "We tried to tell her she could have exclusive tonight, but she wouldn't do it. She says if that bed can hold four, it can hold five!"

They smiled and stuck out their tongues at me. I pinched their butts, which were a lot harder than a week ago.

Carlotta said, "I did some special grocery shopping so we could have a nice dinner for Carolyn. Will you do the grilling?

Carolyn was toweling off in the slanting sun, looking like a goddess. We advanced on her with lotion, applying liberally and massaging it in. I got on my knees and worked on her legs, gradually working higher and higher. 

She looked down and whispered, "That's very nice." The edge of my hand was gently rubbing her moist pussy.

Alyssa and Christi were tending to the fortyish breasts that stood high and proud. Lotion massaged in circles was prepping the nipples for sucking. 

Carlotta was treating the back, fingers deep in muscles, working her way down to the firm globes of her ass.

With lots more lotion, fingers from my hands were exploring every fold and crevice of her sex. Carlotta's fingers were in her ass crack, making sure lotion was lubricating her back door.

Carolyn's hands were supporting her on my shoulders. Deep moans were issuing from her mouth and her body was twitching. 

I glanced up at my friends and they all nodded, "Get her off now."

Two fingers well up into her cunt were being clenched rhythmically. I leaned forward and took her prominent clit between my lips and sucked.

That did it. Mom gave a little scream and tensed into a hard, hard come. Juice streamed down my hand. I waited until the shaking had passed, wrapped her in a towel and carried her in to the sofa.

The girls brought her a freshened drink and said she should relax while we did dinner. When I came in to check a few minutes later, her eyes were closed. I draped a beach towel over her and went back to the grilling.

Before we ate, Carlotta decreed a time out so women could get dressed for a proper homecoming dinner. I even found some clean khakis and a sports shirt.

Two glasses of wine and some delicious steak later, Mom was totally relaxed. "Alec, I don't know how you do it. I find these strangers in the house and expect the worst. Instead, I discover they are smart, athletic, sexy and really nice people. I get a fantastic welcome home, an incredible dinner, and my adorable cats seem to be totally spoiled."

Smiles all around.

Carlotta's voice was sharp. "Now, all you have to do, Mom, is make sure this miscreant son of yours has incredible race times on Sunday to go with his incredble loving." 

All eyes were on me. "Hey, I'm not the only one racing Sunday," I said, looking at the twins. 

They glared back, "Speak for yourself, Y chromosome. We'll see who has the PR's after the race!"

I looked at Carlotta and asked, "Did you tell her about our family arrangements?"

Carlotta looked a little pink and the twins filled in for her, "Let's save that for bedtime, Carolyn will love it."

Mom was so relaxed, another surprise didn't bother her a bit. She looked more than a little faded, but it was getting close to training bedtime anyway. Everyone chipped in with cleanup, and we trooped up to the master bedroom.

Carolyn was standing in her own bedroom, watching as four naked bodies did their toothbrushing and toilet duty and climbed right into the big bed.

She was totally bemused. "Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would see Alec with three beautiful naked women in this bed, waiting for me to join them."

She unzipped and stepped out of the patterned summer dress, revealing a naked MILF-like body. I wondered how many times she had been to dinner with nothing on beneath her dress. She was blushing across her face and chest. The breasts were firm and nipples stiff again. She walked slowly into the bathroom, did not close the door as she sat on the toilet, brushed her teeth, walked back into the bedroom and said, "Which side?"

Carlotta reached out and took her nervous hand and said, "Take any place you want. We are all feeling very loving tonight."

I could see Carolyn flinch at that, thinking Carlotta meant fucking, so I added, "Mom, on training nights there's not much action at bedtime."

Mom pulled the sheet back, climbed on top of Carlotta, gave her a warm wet kiss, then climbed over me and did the same thing. The twins got equal treatment. When she got to the far edge, she slipped in beside Christi, wrapped an arm around her and said, "Goodnight, everyone."

I answered, "Goodnight, Mom," and everyone giggled. The family story would have to wait.

Four bodies stormed out of the bed at the first ring of the alarm at 4, surprising the hell out of Carolyn. The cats had joined us because Carolyn was back and they leaped to the window sill.

We peed and splashed and jumped into workout clothes and dashed downstairs, yelling, "Stay there, we'll be back in two hours."

When we noisily returned and sluiced down in the outside shower, she watched with impressed eyes.

There were scrambled eggs and ham in the kitchen, with whole wheat toast on warm plates. "I thought I could be useful with some breakfast."

We were still toweling off but administering big hugs and lots of kisses. "Wow, this is pretty nice training camp!"

Carolyn stood next to Carlotta and asked, "How did it go?"

"When we started, I told them times had to go down 10% a day. I didn't believe it, but seemed like a nice, tough goal. Believe it or not, they've done it."

She raised her voice, "Listen up. Four days to race day. No workout on Saturday except a stretch the muscles short run or swim. Easy workout on Friday. No times. Psych yourselves up for the race by tapering but thinking about PR's. So tomorrow is your last hard workout. I want to see race day performance."

After a sober silence, she added, "I'm not really a sports coach. You promoted me into this job. I was very dubious when we started, as you know. I'm impressed with how far you have come. Very impressed. But don't get a swelled head on me, there are some very competitive triathletes in this race. We are not going to worry about Greek ringers, we are going to give it our very best shot. If we are lucky and there are ringers, maybe they will get caught and disqualified."

With a hug and a kiss, we were out the door to class. Mom stood in the doorway waving and looking a bit dazed by training camp. 

I only had morning classes that day and came home for lunch. It was another nice day and Carolyn was naked on a towel on her lounger.

"Hi, got done early and came home for lunch. You look pretty relaxed. Are you ok with this training camp business?"

"God, Alec, all this youthful energy makes me feel old. Would you like me to make a sandwich?"

"I like you better where you are. You look fantastic. Those tan lines are disappearing as I speak."

"With all the other flesh available around here, I can't very well accuse you of letching on me, can I?"

From behind me, Carlotta's voice said, "Don't worry, he'll be after you soon, just like he came after me. Here I am, a plain ordinary adjunct professor of gender studies, and he not only puts the move on me, he fucks me senseless before I hardly know what's happening. Right in front of you on those mats, he had that big thing of his in me and I couldn't stop coming. I was really mad at myself for my behavior, but that night, we were in the big bed with the twins and he did me again and I just lost it. He can do anything he wants to me now."




Hard Work Takes the Prize Pt. 02



Carolyn had gotten up and came over and hugged Carlotta. "When a guy is sending you to heaven, I guess you relax and enjoy it, don't you? That's what Alec's dad did to me. Still does."

I went to make sandwiches while they hugged and whispered.

When I came out with some wine for them, Carolyn was laughing her fool head off. Carlotta looked at me and said, "I told her about Mommy and Daddy and the twin daughters."

After lunch I cleared and started for the den to work on a problem set. I'd hardly sat down when the two of them, Carlotta now naked as well, were at my shoulder, taking my hand in theirs and leading me upstairs. In the bedroom, Carlotta unbuttoned me and freed my hardening cock.

"Your mom and I have decided it is time for some cock study. Lie down there and relax."

I did as instructed, on top of a large beach towel which Carolyn provided. Carlotta had a bottle of body oil and they were spreading it all over their fronts. These two had no worries about small tits. I was aching to get my hands on them. Carolyn nodded at Carlotta and said, "You first." She responded, "No, you first." 

Mom spread herself over my chest and planted her tongue in my mouth. The tits were sliding back and forth and her pussy was caressing my rampant cock. I tried to say something but was instructed that study subjects were not to talk during the experiment. Carolyn was having a field day sliding around and making me harder and harder. Carlotta disappeared and then reappeared with her strapon harness in place, the dildo looking dark and dangerous. Mom couldn't see it, but I could. Carlotta took a firm hold of Carolyn's hips, urged her up momentarily and then planted her firmly on top of my erection. One more push and I was balls deep in my mother. She'd known what was going to happen, but still groaned at the intrustion and the shock of her son's big prick opening her up. She was even more shocked when Carlotta caressed her backside with a lubed up front, reaching around and pinching and twisting her tits. The final shock arrived when the black dildo went smoothly and deeply into her ass.

She screeched and cried out, "Carlotta, how could you! We didn't talk about my ass!"

We had her well sandwiched between us and started an easy rhythm. She continued to complain. "Owww. That hurts. I haven't been done back there in twenty years!"

We said nothing but just kept up the back and forth, the in and out. Groans turned to moans. "Alec, you feel so good in there. Don't stop."

"You're damn right he feels good in there. When he is in me, I'm just enjoying all those electric feelings and before I know it, I'm blasting out an orgasm. And more and more."

Carlotta's husky voice got to Carolyn. The moans turned to screams and she was coming on me. I don't think dad had been taking good care of her, because her whole body went a little crazy. Carlotta's plastic cock probably helped. For at least five minutes, we had a totally orgasmic female between us. Somewhere in there, an especially hard squeeze sent me off firehosing into her spasming cunt.

Carlotta withdrew and eased Carolyn onto her back. She knelt over her, cleaned the dildo carefully and plunged it into the cum filled pussy. She lay on mom, both of them kissing and whispering to each other. The dildo was gently reaming out a new path in Carolyn. I kissed both of them and tweaked nipples and told them how totally sexy and desirable they looked. Carlotta's tongue was very busy licking mom's face and dueling with her tongue. 

I whispered a question to Carolyn, "How long since you have had girl-girl sex?"

She relaxed back on the pillow, enjoying Carlotta's busy thrusting. "My junior roommate was gay. She came back one night from study hall with her secret girlfriend and they stripped and got it on right in front of me. I was so shocked, but they were coming and coming and I knew something special was happening. When the girlfriend had to leave because of dorm hours, I told my roommate their sex was really hot. She climbed into my bed and kissed me. Stuffed her fingers in my pussy and got me off in no time at all. That weekend, she got us high on a few beers and showed me her strapon. She took me in the bathroom, made me watch us in the mirror, and shoved it into me. I liked it. Didn't feel like my ex-boyfriend's cock, but I liked it. Every Saturday night, if we weren't out on dates, we got fucked with that plastic cock."

The story got all three of us going, and Mom wailed out another orgasm, taking Carlotta and me with her.

We were lying there on the big towel, all fucked out, when the twins found us.

Alyssa said, "I thought only light sex was allowed in training camp, Carlotta?"

Christi went in the bathroom and came back with towels and washclothes to clean us up.

My eyes motioned to Alyssa to lose her clothes and get on the bed. Christi asked her, "What are you doing?"

"Alec wants us on the bed, naked."

"I guess we better follow instructions or we might get spanked. He doesn't like disobedient daughters."

Mom looked shocked and the girls giggled at her. They noticed the body oil and launched themselves onto the two fronts and sloshed around. 

They saw I was hard again and climbed over to me. Christi pointed me straight up and slid herself smoothly down. Alyssa got across my chest, facing Christi, and dropped her dripping pussy in my face.

They hugged and kissed each other and didn't take long to have nice hard orgasms. I pushed them down on their backs and used the body oil to massage the tits that were claimed to be getting bigger.

I whispered to them, "Repeat after..." which made them giggle and chant, "He likes our tits, he likes our tits."

I motioned to Carlotta and Carolyn to join in, "We like their tits, we like their tits."

We collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs. I said to Carolyn, "I discovered these two gymnasts had a complex about their tits, and we have been working on therapy. When you get a chance, attack these jewels and reinforce the idea that small tits can be an asset."

"At least when you are around Alec," they giggled again. I pulled them in tight and kissed wherever I could. 

When I looked up, Carlotta and Carolyn were asleep. The girls and I tiptoed out and I whispered, "Let's go for an easy jog. It's really nice out."

We were moving up the road at a good pace and feeling good. "What did you do to Carlotta and Carolyn?"

"I was trying to get to my homework when they dragged me upstairs and attacked me. Said they had to have some cock study."

Christi said, "You are kidding us. Both of them?"

"Yup. Carlotta got Carolyn all worked up and jammed me into her. Then she got the strapon and took her in the ass."

"Oh my god. Your own mother doubleteamed?"

"She squealed a lot and came a zillion times. I think Carlotta decided if there was going to be a little incest, there might as well be a lot of incest."

"Did you feel funny doing that?"

"Before last week, I probably would, yeah. But with you two putting the daughter make on me, I just had this nice urge to do her because she was hot and needed sex. And I could make her happy that way."

"She definitely needed sex. That was a terrific orgasm she had out by the shower last night."

"So what about you? If you went home and were alone with a sexy brother, would you get it on?"

Christi said, "Hmmm. There IS a difference between pretending and the real thing. Fortunately, I don't have a brother, much less a hot, sexy brother, so there is no temptation."

Alyssa added, "My brother is older, he is deployed with the Marines, and he has a fiance who is really terrific. I would never think of making a move on him.

"Alec, you know that space over the garage? Do you think your mom would consider letting us rent that for our housing next term?"

I was so shocked, I stopped running. "Let's turn around. I have to think about that. You're serious about being around me after all this is over?"

"We've been talking about it, and we have a list of reasons why it is a good idea."

"Try me. Pretend I'm Carolyn."

"Here goes. Mrs. Jameson, we'd like to rent your apartment over the garage next term as student housing. We think it would be good for several reasons. First, you would have builtin cat sitters. Second, we would be around to help you control Alec, who can get out of hand from time to time. Third, we would volunteer to replace the pool service to help cover costs. Fourth, we could dress up in maid outfits and serve at your parties. Fifth, we like you a lot and it would be nice to be around you."

"I don't know. She can be awful persnickity. Sometimes, she doesn't even let me stay here. But if we win Sunday, she is going to be very vulnerable. That's the time to put the arm on her."

After all the sex Wednesday afternoon, dinner, study hall and bedtime were very quiet. And we were worrying about Thursday's final hard training session.

Carolyn was last getting into bed again, and this time, she squeezed down between Carlotta and me. But her arm went around Carlotta and her back was to me. One of the twins clutched me to her and I was gone. When the alarm went off, I fleetingly realized I was hard, and I was poking Mom in her backside. Before I could get away, she gave me a hard squeeze and said, "Run fast."

All three of us were beat as we stumbled up to the shower after the hard session. Carlotta said, "I'll figure the times in the kitchen and we can talk about them in there."

We stood under the shower, arms across shoulders and let the hot water blast us. Then the hot got turned off and we jumped around as the cold chased us out. I pulled them close and asked, "What do you think?"

Their tongues were in my ears and their knees in my crotch. "Do we get a good screw before the race? That's supposed to help, isn't it?"

I toweled their heads and pulled their hair. "We've gotten awfully serious about something you two started as mostly a joke. I thought I was doing a number on you and you thought you were doing a number on me. Then Carlotta gets involved and she doesn't start what she can't finish. And Carolyn has joined the support team, in more ways than one." They buried their heads in my shoulder and giggled. I toweled harder and pulled back on hair so I could kiss their lips gently. 

"I'm feeling good about us. What about you?" I leaned over and licked four nipples.

Alyssa said, "Are you having race jitters, Alec? Or just perving on us innocent coeds?"

They came into the kitchen riding on my hips and laughing hard. 

Carlotta looked up and said, "What's going on? Are you three losing it?"

We hugged and looked at them and said, together, "Definitely."

"Well, sit down and eat your breakfast. Your times this morning were 12% better than yesterday. Congratulations."

Euphoria was in the air. The cats sensed the excitement and paced around the counter. Carolyn started to say, "Bad cats," but realized this was a special moment, and kissed us instead. Clemmie came up and licked her and got gathered up in Carolyn's arms. 

I counseled myself about false optimism and ran off to class with the girls.

Friday and Saturday were a blur. Luckily, midterms were behind us, so school was on the back burner. Carlotta and Carolyn and the twins went shopping and came back with race clothes. Because of the swimming and the warm weather, I wasn't going to wear a top. The girls had a quandary. All of the available sports bras had bigger cups than they had boobs. With a lot of giggles and joking, they accepted small pads. I insisted on checking them out and said the increased wind resistance probably wouldn't hurt their times too much. Which got me punched and knocked around. The shorts were black with a crimson stripe. Very tight fitting boyshorts for Christi and Alyssa. We went around about compression unders. They helped the biking, but weren't much use running or swimming. Some people like to change, but with the requirement for each of us to do all three segments, the race was really a series of sprints, none of which was more than fifteen minutes at the pace we hoped to maintain. No compression, we decided.

There was much study and memorization of the course and the change points. A bad change could lose you the race. We weren't allowed on the course to practice, so Carlotta and Carolyn set up some test changes on the road behind the house. To avoid total chaos and injuries, the bikers were allowed a support person to grab the bike while the rider dashed to slap the hand of the next racer. The segment rotation meant the team members needed help to get to the start of their next segment. Carlotta set up a fantastic graph sheet that showed who went where when and who was providing transportation.

The twins' gymnastics was a great help. They literally leaped in the air to make the handoff. Nothing was going to get in their way on race day.

The record for three person teams doing nine segments was a little under two hours. Last year, second place was 2:15 and third place was 2:21. Carlotta did some figuring based on our best pace times and came up with a range of 2:06 to 2:23. 

She looked at us. "Well?"

The girls and I went into a huddle, whispering. Christi announced, "Two even or better."

Carlotta squinted at us and said, "Go for it!"

The three of us were lying on the lawn in a heap. The girls and I had to decide the order of segments we would take. There was nervous chitchat about who should run first and who should run last. The order of segments was swim, bike, run. They both ran, full out, faster than I did. But I had an advantage on the bike. Alyssa spoke up. "I think Alex should take the last segment of all, even though it is a run, because he has more reserve than you and I do. If we are close to the front, he can suck it up and then die at the finish like that Greek runner way back when."

"Lyssa, that's not even funny. We have plans for Alec that do not include losing him in a silly race."

"Hmmm. I guess you are right." She leaned over with a wet kiss to ask forgiveness.

From bottom of the pile, I asked, "May I make a suggestion? If Christi starts with the second segment on the bike, and rotates in the sequence, she will have a four segment rest before she does segment nine, the final run. She has better times than I do in the run, and with the long rest, she'll kill the opposition. I will be doing segment eight on the bike just before her, and can play catchup if need be in my best event."

Silence. Wheels turning. Segments being counted. Christi mounted my front and rubbed on me. "I hate to admit it, sis, but I think he is right about the segment thing."

They both sat on me and smiled, threatening indecencies. Carlotta came out from the kitchen, "Hey, knock off the grabass. Save that energy for tomorrow. You'll need it."

Ever since I started competing, I thought the inevitable advice to get a good night's sleep before a race was a lot of bull. After a while, I gave up worrying and decided restless nights before a race went with the territory. As it was, the three of us slept by ourselves in the big bed, and the body warmth on either side was very nice. 

We were awake before the alarm, lying there quietly. I took a hand from each of them and kissed it. "Are we full of piss and vinegar and ready to kill them out there today?"

The two of them were jumping on the bed and on me, "Yeah, Yeah, kill 'em out there."

We took Dad's SUV to the start of the race, on the edge of campus. The organizers had set up ten lanes in two 25 meter pools, one for each team. The first segment was 400 meters or eight laps. At the end, the swimmer dashed across a lawn and slapped the hand of the first biker, who headed out for five miles before handing off to the first runner, who had to do a three mile dash back to the start and hand off to the second swimmer. And so on.

We got there a little after seven, which gave us almost an hour to stomp around, stretching and being nervous. Not as bad as getting a scull in the water and a crew ready to race. Looking at several sleek bodies lining up at the edge of the pool I felt musclebound from all the crew training in the gym. I lectured myself, "No cramps. Understand, no cramps this morning."

I had the first segment in the pool and realized I needed to ramp up the girls confidence. We got in a huddle and I told them, "We've worked hard for this and we are going to do well. Don't worry if you get behind in a segment. There are nine segments and the changes that go with. That gives the others lots of chances to screw up. Concentrate and run hard!"

Christi went over to her bike at the edge of the lawn, and Alyssa jumped in the car with Carlotta to go out to the change point from bike to run.

The gun went off and I just swam for it with everything I had. Going across the lawn, gasping for breath, I was third, but only by a few yards. Christi disappeared rapidly in the distance. Carolyn draped a towel around me and said, "I'll take you out to the beginning of the run for your next segment as soon as we see Alyssa come back here on her run and hand off to Christi.

Anxious minutes later, Carlotta delivered Christi back to the start so she could get ready for segment four. "I was fourth at the handoff, by a few yards. We're with the leaders."

I was doing a final stretch for my segment six run when Alyssa appeared in the distance, peddling like mad and with only one rider ahead of her. OMG, I was hyperventilating. Calm down. This is just a simple 5K. You crank those out all the time. Your PR is fifteen flat. Carolyn caught the bike and she was running full tilt at me. A high five and off I went. Dead even with the other guy. And he looked bulkier than I did. Oh boy, two musclebound wannabe runners. Don't look at your watch, just stay ahead of the Greek jock. How could I be so out of breath. Shit, there went the 1 mile marker. Keep it up. A quick look showed I was opening up a little on the big guy. A little uphill here, conserve a little, you'll need it at the end. Two miles. Still opening. There is the start in the distance. I closed on Alyssa and handed off. 

Running feet all around me. I got out of the way. Concentrate, you have to do your bike as soon as Alyssa gets out of the pool. Carlotta was holding for me and smiling. She gave me a quick hug and said, "You're on pace. I think you may be in first. Christi says watch the uphill at the end of the bike."

I hung over the bike handles taking deep breaths. Only a one segment break. Worth it to give Christi the long break. Here comes Alyssa, "Go Alec." A smile and a wet hand.

Ok. This is your event. Use those damn quads. Get this thing moving. You are in first by yards. Any one of these guys or girls can beat you. Probably got a hundred miler in here with me. Harder. Shift. Pay attention. A girl was overhauling me. Don't look at her. Concentrate. Breathe. Watch the curve and the uphill beyond. Can you sprint the rest of the way. Do it. She's even with you and standing up. This is where you win the race, Alec. I pulled back even and passed her. I could see the handoff coming at me really fast. I skidded in, launching the bike in Carlotta's direction, and ran for Christi's hand. "Go, go, go."

The two of us broke the speed laws getting back as quick as we could. I was still out of breath when we drove up. The finish line banner was raised. The crowd was shouting already but I couldn't see anyone. Carolyn and Alyssa ran over. We shouted, "She was first when she left!"

Anxious minutes. We pushed up near the finish. I angled around to look down the course. Three runners in the distance. Pretty close. OMG, Christi had ten yards on them but all three were sprinting desperately. Fifty yards. An unbelievable burst of speed from Christi and she broke the tape with more than ten yards. We rushed forward and held her up. She was crying, we were all crying. People were slapping our backs and shouting congratulations. Their gymnastics coach came rushing up and hugged the girls. "I'm so proud of you. Who would believe a couple of my gymnasts winning the triathlon!"




Hard Work Takes the Prize Pt. 02



The stroke of my crew caught my eye and gave me a high five. "Alec, you were incredible!"

Christi got her wind back and someone herded us over to the podium. The second and third place teams were there too. We all hugged and smiled for the cameras. They wanted us up on the boxes and it felt good to be on top. There was even Chariots of Fire playing on the PA.

Christi looked at me, "What was our time?" I'd been too excited to stop my watch and looked to Carlotta. "1:59:21. Thirty seconds off the course record."

Coach and Mom folded us into the car and we headed home, mostly out of it. Carolyn was gushing, "Kids, they're going to put your names on that big trophy and it sits in a glass case in the Union. She punched Carlotta in the arm, "Would you believe my son and your students are famous jocks?"

I said, "Mom, don't forget that our coach is now famous too. Just wait until she goes to the faculty lunch next week. I'll bet they've never clapped for an adjunct before!"

Carlotta said, "I need a drink. This is too much."

The three of us stripped down and stood under the outdoor shower together. I was getting kissed. Kissed a lot. "Alec, you carried this. You made us stop being foolish and actually train. We love you, we really do."

They climbed on me and we walked over to towels on the lawn. The cats were on the patio table in the shade wanting to know what the uproar was all about.

Carolyn came out with a pitcher and three glasses. "This is mostly juice with splash of tequila. Take it easy."

The three of us smiled at Carlotta and Carolyn under the umbrella and they smiled back. What a feeling to win a long shot. Well, we did work pretty hard. And we did put in a lot of years of competition before. I said to the twins, "The support team did a pretty special job for us, didn't they?"

"We'll have to think up a good present for them." 

"Alec, I think you have a special treatment for a present. It's not using your hands either."

I lay back and closed my eyes. "You know, I've kidded around with you two so much about this twins business and this daddy business, that I don't want to give it up."

They lay on me and licked here and there. The muscles in their backs were flexing under my fingers.

Alyssa said, "It's the silliest thing on earth, but I don't want to give it up either. Especially the naughty parts."

Christi asked, "Can we talk to Carolyn about the garage?"

I raised my voice, "Mom, can you come over here a minute, bring the lotion."

"Honey, do I need to work on sore muscles?"

"Yes, but lose the clothes before you get down here, we don't want to get grease on that nice dress."

She dropped the dress and revealed there was nothing under it. I looked at her and she gave me her innocent look back. I reached out my hand and she took it. Shortly Carolyn was on her back with three dervishes poking and proding, licking and kissing.

"This is very nice, but I thought you needed help."

"Actually, we do need your help, or rather the girls do. Relax on me and let them talk to you." My hand waved Carlotta over. She left her dress at the table and knelt down at my side.

Christi started in, "Mrs. Jameson, we'd like to rent your apartment over the garage next term as student housing. We think it would be good for several reasons. First, you would have builtin cat sitters. Second, we would be around to help you control Alec, who can get out of hand from time to time. Third, we would volunteer to replace the pool service to help cover costs. Fourth, we could dress up in maid outfits and serve at your parties. Fifth, we like you a lot and it would be nice to be around you."

While she was hearing this pretty little speech my fingers were spreading lotion on Carolyn's now beautifully tanned boobs. Alyssa was kneading and licking her feet and toes. Carlotta retrieved the cats and added them to Carolyn's tummy. They moved immediately to the twins where they got petted with greasy fingers and purred. I was gently massaging my mom's scalp. She closed her eyes and purred like the cats.

"You've set me up for this. A terrible devious plot. You knew that if you won today, I would be in a vulnerable state, and so you went out and did it."

I said quietly to the girls, "You see, I told you, she is very protective of her home."

"But Alec, how can I turn down a deal which covers the cats, keeps you under control, and provides me with famous athletes to serve at my garden parties?"

Hopeful faces were now smiling. "I have one question. That part about it being nice to be around me. Does that mean from time to time we might share a bed?"

Smiling faces were now giggling. Alyssa spoke up, "You know what he just told us? He said he wasn't going to give up treating us like his twin daughters and having sex with us."

The eyes were still closed. "I'm shocked, shocked beyond words. I suppose this means that he is going to continue to love me too. Carnally love me. Is that the right wording, Carlotta?"

"Girls, tell Carolyn what I said in the first class session about words."

"Carolyn, she said that there was no reason not to use plain ordinary Anglo-Saxon words when talking about sex."

"Oh dear, I promised Robert I wouldn't say fuck at the dinner table."

This launched everyone into a fit of rolling around, laughing, tickling and general fun until five bodies were stretched out in the sun, completely relaxed. The cats retreated to the shade for a nap.

After a while, I crouched over Carolyn, "You're not upset by my impertinent twins?"

She reached up and got a headlock on me. "Impertinent? The only one who is impertinent around here is you and that big cock of yours. Every time I turn around I seem to be impaled by it, having an incredible orgasm. I've never been happier in my life. Of course, I'm going to take in your so-called twins. Someone's got to protect them!"

The twins pushed me out of the way and got into a tangle with Carolyn, whispering about protection.

I grabbed Carlotta and went inside. I picked her up and tossed her on the sofa and jumped on top.

"What about you and me, professor? You're the best thing that ever happened to my lovelife and you know it."

"Fucker. Good for nothing fucker. Think just because you can throw me around, I'm supposed to be your sub. I suppose you've got rope hidden somewhere around here."

I rolled her off onto the floor, sucking on her fingers. "God, I love you. Why aren't I ten years older with a great job so I could marry you and make Brazilian babies." 

She turned and gave me a long, wet loving kiss. She put her head on my chest and said, "The world isn't always kind to lovers."

Carolyn's voice behind us said, "Carlotta, get off that big cocked thug. I want to talk to him."

She pulled my hair and set me down on a kitchen stool. The twins were leaning on each other in the doorway, watching with interest. Carlotta was on the sofa, also watching.

"Now you listen to me, offspring. You've totally seduced four innocent women. We want to be around you. We want to rub on you. We want more orgasms with you. We are not a harem, but something close to that, and we don't want you thinking of cutting us off. I want your promise to be our lover, and maybe even our loving daddy when we get kinky. Do you understand that?"

There were tears in her eyes and she stepped into my arms for a kiss. There were more bodies and more kisses and more daddy talk.

After a bit, the lady of the house said, "I don't want to go out, and I don't want to cook. Who knows a good take out place?"



Hard Work the Hard Way



One lone day in downtown Long Beach I was walking towards Pine Street where I could fill out some job applications. I needed work badly and being XXY, I have never really felt comfortable in my skin, that is, until this amazing day My hair was long thick and brown as it is today, but was down to my waist then. I was in my late 20's. I wore tight white jeans that formed my skinny legs and cute little butt perfectly, and I was mistaken for a girl a lot of times. (Still am!) 

I confess to being into glam rock so I more or less passed with my androgynous behavior without too much hassle from anyone. 

As I was walking along a car pulled over. He must have noticed the look of desperation on my face because a hefty Mexican man in his young 30's, as I took it, asked me if I needed any work. Delighted I said yes, and I could tell he had something else more perverted on his mind, but he seemed to be a safe guy nonetheless, not violent, just creepy perverted! I have to admit it to myself though, lecherous men have always turned me on. I only pretend to be disgusted with them! I'm not into the typical GQ, Mr. Style and Debonair! Guys like that bore me. 

So feeling right at home he brought me to a work site and told me he couldn't pay me much, but would make up for it. So he put me to work on this yard with one other guy who looked at me as if he wanted to devour me, so much so, that I was actually a little scared of him. We'll call him Tom. So Tom and I worked together in the heat, moving things around for the most part, mostly mechanical parts and pieces of lumber. As time went on Tom turned out to be a very sweet guy. He kept telling me about how bad he is with women and really opened himself up to me, which I wasn't expecting in the least. At one point I was standing on a stool and putting pieces of plywood up in a rafter, when my rather small shirt lifted up, revealing the straps of my pink frilly panties just over the waistline of my white denims. I heard him take a deep frustrated breath as he weakly said, while slowly placing his hand at the small of my back, 

"I'll steady you there so you don't fall."

Feeling his hard workman hand on my tender skin almost took my breath away as well. Then I heard the bosses voice behind him, "Why don't you two take a break now, and Jaime, let that beautiful hair down of yours if you don't mind." 

(I introduced myself to him by my androgynous name Jaime). I have always been painfully shy and I realized that they noticed I was wearing girl's panties, so I was even a bit fidgety in my own skin. "Um, yes sir!" I pulled my hair down and both of them looked like they nearly had a heart attack, their eyes glossed over with lust and eagerness. Tom couldn't help but to rearrange his cock in his pants. 

I needed some water bad as I was feeling myself dehydrated, especially thinking of the task at hand. "Can I get some water? I'm feeling faint?" 

"Oh yes Jaime, by all means" replied the boss. He then let me into his office with Tom close behind. The air conditioning felt wonderful and I could feel my vitality recovering.

"I think you two have done enough work today," says the boss. "I was going to pay you both 20 bucks for helping me but an extra three hundred tells me that you Jaime, will take those jeans off, and let the both of us fuck that cute little ass of yours!" At first I was repulsed by his audacity and I stammered to say something, but three hundred dollars could get me well out of the financial hole I was in! 

To make a long story a bit shorter they got a shy "okay" from me. Immediately they started unbuckling their pants and for a good fifteen minutes I had both their cocks in my mouth, going back and forth, me on my knees with my pants at my ankle and them standing, groaning with pleasure. 

Tom then made me drop my panties just below my butt cheeks, then bent me over a couch while he pried my little buns open I felt the boss pour some silky lube down the crack of my buns, then he made circling movements with his finger around my snug hole. I felt the tip of Tom's throbbing purple cock push itself pass my sphincter and deep into my clenching bowels. 

"Owww, OH...MY GOD!" I stammered. 

"Oh come on Jaime! Clench down on my cock with your tight little ass!" The boss got in front of me and grabbed my hair into ponytails that he used as a handlebar to fuck my mouth with. Tom gave me some sound slaps on the ass as he hollered "take it Jaime, you've been teasing me all day! Grip it, grip it! Grip my cock with your pretty asshole like you grip that money!" Then he pulled out and squirted his warm work load all over the small of my back where he had first placed his hand. 

"I'll have some of that sweet ass now!" eagerly said the boss as he got up swung around and started pounding it home until the both of us came simultaneously, jerking around as if we'd been electrocuted, and then he fell on top of me, squeezing the last contents of his cock out. Oh, what a day!