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Andy Ch. 0

By: Royal_Prince



So what happened? There I was 35, divorced and hadn't dated in almost a year. Most of my early adulthood was filled with wild nights and times. When I was twenty I had more women in a month than I have in the past five years. 

So I sat there in my one bedroom apartment trying to figure things out.

Heck even when I was younger- okay so I was experimenting... Once- with this guy... But that was a long time ago.

We were camping out just down the road a bit near a stream. And truth be told, all I wanted to do was get a look at "it" or maybe touch "it." However, I had spent so long working up the courage to brush up against "it" my mind starting telling me I would do anything.

I was so scared. I had laid there for hours ever so slowly letting my hand creep closer to him. I knew it had to be getting close to sunrise but it didn't matter- nothing else mattered at that point. The very first time that my hand rested against his underwear I thought I would lose it right then and there. Somehow, though, I managed.

With every breath my hand moved closer to its destination and just about the time the sun peeked over the horizon I took him into my hand. It was small barely an inch long, it was everything I imagined and more. 

Suddenly, and lightening fast speed, Andy reached and grabbed a hold of my hand. Every nightmare I had ever had about that moment was coming true. I had fears of being called a fag and harassed for the rest of my life. My reputation and my future were ruined.

I tried to pretend like I was asleep but I was sure that he had caught me with my eyes wide opened. Much to my surprised he stared in my direction for several minutes. I guess he was trying to either decide what to do or if I was really asleep.

The fifteen seconds his eyes where on me where like three hours but eventually he released my wrist and fell back down to go to sleep.

And me...

I couldn't leave well enough alone.

I could here the birds begin to sing and more frequent cars passing by our little pup tent but that first feel only made me want more. I wanted, more than anything now, to touch skin.

I sleepily flopped over and rested my hand on his chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I waited for a reaction but...nothing. As he inhaled I tightened the muscles in my arm making it stiff and unmovable. When he exhaled I allowed his breath to carry my hand downward and closer to my prize.

I was beginning to think he was awake- his exhales were more deliberate more forceful- with his breath my hand was being forced toward his cock. 

I was within touching distance.

I could feel his heat.

I swallowed my fear and moved my hand toward his member however, this time his soft 1-inch dick was now stiff and much larger. 

"He couldn't be awake. He couldn't want what I want." Were a few of the million thoughts that flooded my brain.

I became bolder and wrapped my fingers around it- even bolder yet and slipped a few fingers under the waistband- just to touch the tip.

I heard him sigh deeply as if I had reached the destination he had been waiting for.

I knew this was as far as I would go- I wasn't gay. I had never fantasized about men or cocks. Every one of my dreams were about women. Somehow I gathered enough strength to release him from my hand.

It wouldn't die so easily.

Though his tired grumblings I could distinctly hear the word no.

I wasn't too surprised when he took my hand and led it back towards his heat.

"This is price I will have to pay." I thought. "Blackmail."

But somewhere down deep I melted. He didn't have to force me. I wanted it, I wanted it more than I had wanted anything- but at the same time he would have to teach me. I knew nothing of such things.

I unwrapped his present and allowed his semi-flaccid member to fall free. Quickly the little tent filled with the scent of musk and sex. His hormones rushed to my underdeveloped pituitary gland and triggered some kind of primordial urge and set forth a reaction that could never be undone.

I couldn't help myself. I leaned into him and took him into my mouth.

His throbbing meat warmed my mouth- the only thing that I could think to do was close my eyes and whimper silently to myself. Gradually I felt his hips begin to move upward- his member slipped effortlessly between my moist lips. 

He was fucking my mouth- at least I think that was what he was doing. After all, I knew nothing of such things.

I can still taste that taste- even now. It was strong yet at the same time that mucus-covered cock was everything I could ever desire.

He could have my mouth for as long as he wanted. He took me- right there by the stream in the little pup tent. For nearly a half an hour I serviced his meat with my tongue, my lips and my throat. I craved his liquid center and at times I felt like begging him for it.

Sadly I allowed him to remove his cock from my mouth. He pointed it in my direction and then continued his assault on my throat. For a moment his hand was a blur as he masturbated himself in my direction all I could do was kneel there before him with my mouth wide open.

It was my first blowjob.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned- although his hips never stopped bucking and grinding.

A large glob of honey filled semen first oozed and then shot from the tiny slit in his cock. His aim was deadly accurate; it first filled my mouth and then ran down the back of my throat.

I ate every ounce of his cum while he rubbed his convulsing slick covered cock against my face.

I jerked off as I relished in his smell and his taste.

Okay so once I experimented- well if I am forced to admit the truth it was more than once- I am not a fag or a homo. Yes, truth be told, that one incident was just the introduction to something that would last forever.

Andy Ch. 01



A two-part sensuous slow-build up romance set in New Zealand; the hero is American and the heroine is a Kiwi who returns to her homeland to settle down. At the same time Any finds other women with a more enthusiastic interest in him. 

Heavy clouds darkened the cemetery but it remained dry during the burial service, not that many would have soaked up rain as in attendance were the clergyman, Andy King, four women who'd been his mom's friends and standing a little distance away were the burial attendants.

The short, sharp and formal graveside service – appropriately reflecting the statue and manner of his mom thought Andy (Andrew) – concluded and he spent a few moments alone with her, staring at the white lacquered box. Then that was it. For Sylvia a long life and a very short ending. 

What now? He had nothing planned as his mom's death had been sudden so he'd boarded a flight and rushed to make his final farewell, planning to be away from his work in Chicago for two weeks without thinking out a schedule. He had no relatives but he'd been to New Zealand to see his mom several times so wasn't exactly a stranger. Sylvia King first went to New Zealand fifteen years to visit her Chicago-based publishing house agents in Wellington and Auckland where she had an affair with the agency's chief executive, a divorcee. Returning home Sylvia arranged her divorce and returned to Auckland, offering to take Andy, then thirteen, with her but he chose to stay with his father Clive King who ran a small law firm. Sylvia's second husband Harry Stokes had died in a small airplane crash three years ago.

At the cemetery gates Andy found Lucy Shields the most outgoing of his mother's friends waiting for him.

"I've waited to drive you somewhere," Lucy said. "Anywhere you wish."

Andy smiled. She'd always made a fuss of him when they'd met during his three previous visits. Her husband Jerry was a magazine executive. They had two children – Gavin a scientist who worked on a research project in Antarctica, coming home for three weeks twice a year and Shannon who'd been completing her education in Europe whenever he visited his mother in Auckland. He accepted Lucy's offer and said could she take him to a hotel.

"Which one?"

"Any one,"

"So you have not booked in?"

"No, I arrived only two hours before the burial. I'd spent two days with friends on Waiheke Island to recover from jet lag."

Lucy took him by the arm. "Then you are coming home with me. Jerry and I will love to have you as our guest– stay as long as you wish. Where's your luggage?"

"In safe custody at the ferry terminal."

"Oh, you poor darling; all alone in a foreign country. You definitely are staying with us."

Andy had expected Lucy would drive a Japanese or European SUV like many well-heeled women he'd already noticed but no, the only car in the parking lot made him gape. "My God, you drive a '57 fuel injected Corvette Roadster."

"Yes, it's my baby; I purchased it from my brother who is a collector and was offered a '56 model so out went the later version. I also have a Japanese mini car for shopping. You may have the Corvette while you are my guest. Here, take the keys – I assume you have driven in this country on prior visits?"

"Yes, extensively."

Lucy beamed. "I was so pleased you were able to recognize my car. The few Americans I know now living in this country have asked me "What is it?" when they see my car for the first time."

Andy said his favorite recreational reading was classic performance cars.

"Not girlie magazines?"

"Only when between girlfriends?"

"Are you in that status at present?"

"Yes."

"Good, Shannon is not going steady at present and arrives home permanently in two weeks; I'll have to get you two together."

"Lucy, please – I don't wish to embarrass your daughter." 

The youngest of his mother's friends squeezed Andy's arm and smiled,

* * *

Lucy had carnal thoughts looking at Andy. She was not above having it off with a male who took her fancy – her only rule was she must know him. That's why she'd been seduced by most of her friend's husbands and apart from Walter Carter she was satisfied husband Jerry more than kept his end up, so to speak. Until now, Walter was the youngest male under her age to attend to her sex swings – an age difference of four years. Her stomach tightened as she thought about the possibility of seducing her unexpected house guest – an age difference of exactly twenty years.

Lucy, who had sex-need swings rather than the mood swings of other women, had a rush of imagines flit through her mind and felt hot and her breath began racing. She touched Andy's hand on the wheel and said huskily, "You drive this baby so well. It's...it's..." She stopped.

Andy turned, his white teeth flashing and a smile that reached her soul. "What is it: have you had a memory lapse or were about to say something naughty?"

Oh God, how could he read her mind so accurately?

"I have a great memory," she said, aware that her pussy was twitching which probably meant she had wet her panties a little.

"Argh, so a naughty thought was it?" he said, glancing deep into her eyes. She noticed his eyes were an intense mid-blue that suited his blonde, close cropped hair.

Her grip on his arm tightened; he grinned and told her to tell him, holding nothing back.

"You are embarrassing me; watching your hands caressing that wheel made me think of them traveling over my skin." She closed her eyes waiting for the dismissive laugh. Instead there was silence. She opened her eyes to find him ending a thoughtful glance at her before he resumed watching the road. Her pulse-rate accelerated; while she'd read nothing in his face the fact he'd looked thoughtful was something – not much but better than being ignored or even worse projecting a sneer in answer to her audacious comment.

They traveled chatting quietly, diverting to the city centre to pick up his two soft carry bags before taking the southern motorway to the metropolitan rural fringe area of Karaka – a Maori name of a berry tree endemic to New Zealand and the Kermadec and Chatham Islands.

Jerry arrived home just after Andy and Lucy at 4:30 and the two men related over a cup of coffee and meat sandwiches.

"Do you ride?" Jerry asked. Andy had noticed the horses so knew his host wasn't meaning bicycles or ATVs (all terrain vehicles).

"Well enough to stay on."

"Good, come with me," the hobby farmer said. "I breed horses but most of the land is occupied by grape vines grown for a local winemaker who cares for them as part of the contact. Each evening I ride to look at my ten mares and off-spring and ride the two access tracks through the vineyard with part proprietorial interest. Following this ritual allows the trauma of the day in the city to seep out of me."

Lucy sat on the veranda watching the two men ride back in to the barn while she stroked the inside of a thigh softly, thinking of the pounding she'd receive later that evening from her husband who appeared to be in a very good mood; in the morning she'd made a play for her guest.

During the very leisurely dinner of casseroled meat, roast vegetables and beans and peas picked fresh from the homestead's garden followed by rhubarb tart and thick cream – the best cream Andy announced he'd ever tasted, Lucy allowed her lower leg to touch Andy's leg. He pulled away but she was satisfied because he pulled away unhurriedly and he'd glanced at her with a slight grin, making her think she was in with a chance. After all, she was a fading beauty, full-breasted with a gym and horse-riding trimmed body; her firm ass for her age seemed to attract the attention of men so why should Andy be any different? If he ignored the signs of an ageing skin he could easily imagine he was fucking a woman of his age. At least she hoped he'd think like that.

It was mid-summer with still signs of daylight in the sky when Jerry announced at 9:30 he was off to bed. He said to Andy he'd leave for work at 5:45 to beat the traffic build-up. His working hours at the magazine were officially 7:00 to 3:30 but he started earlier and mostly managed to slip from the city centre by 3:45 to beat increasing traffic congestion. As Jerry walked from the room Lucy stretched and yawned, giving Andy the opportunity of seeing what she carried on her chest but didn't look at him to ensure he focused properly. She then walked to him as he stood up and said he'd have an early night.

"I'm sorry about your mother," Lucy said. "She was one of my best friends." She then kissed Andy on the lips lightly and ran her fingers through the back of his hair. "Sylvia lives on through the lovely man who is her son." 

Andy's sigh was deep and prologue so Lucy drew him down and kissed his forehead. He showed no inclination to respond in any way but she knew her warmth and gentle actions would have reached to his core.

"Off you go," she said. "I'll clear these coffee cups and put the dishwasher on."

Andy said good night and thanked her for being such a warm and charming hostess. "I'm sad about mom's death but really don't miss her – we've been parted for such a long time."

House-proud Lucy fussed around with the dishes and straightened pillows. When she passed the guestroom she noted Andy's door was ajar and the bed reading light was on; she'd left a pile of Jerry's girlie magazines on his bedside cabinet with a horse sale catalogue on top of them.

"Better shut the door love; I'm horny," Jerry said, throwing back the blankets so she could see what he was stroking.

"Oh yummy," she grinned. "The door's okay – his door is shut and the light is off; the poor guy will be exhausted." As they sweated into climax Lucy was a little louder than usual to ensure Andy heard enough to have a clear idea what was going on; she didn't want him thinking perhaps at her age she was sexually inactive. In the shower as she washed away sweat and the mix of drying juices she leaned against the wall, massaging her left breast, pretending the hand at work was Andy's. She returned to bed aroused but found Jerry was already asleep. She smiled: the encores would keep. 

* * *

In Boston well before dawn, Shannon Shields lay on top of her bed knees bent and wide apart, working a viabrator up the side of her inner thigh and tensing as it headed to circle her clit before being pushed into her well-ready vagina. Shannon only referred to it as her pussy when in the company of a randy male.

Ah males, she sighed. They had been rare to snare in Boston compared with London and France. The American men she'd come across were not impressed by her small boobs and those she'd aroused seem to go off the ball quickly when they found she was not into ass-fucking. Walking away from the car or bed with a sore ass was not her idea of glorious sex so more often than not her friend the viabrator gave her the ultimate in satisfaction when she sought release.

Shannon's two-year contract for post-graduate experience in international law had ended and she would spend twelve days zigzagging across America in short hops by airplane before flying home to Auckland from Los Angeles.

As the slim jelly vibrator slid into her depths she thought about her mother's new man described in an email she'd read before going to bed the previous evening. Thinking about him had made her reach for her best friend after being awoken by police car sirens and being unable to return to sleep. She thought it unlikely her mom would be fucking this guy twenty years younger but she was likely to try. So what if she did score with him – he mom couldn't help being over-sexed whereas Shannon found it so difficult to be turned on by any man. Perhaps this guy could be the one, provided her mom would hand him across; he was to travel up north but her mom had asked him to return in time to be at the airport with them to meet Shannon. Now why would her mom want him to do that? The thought of why she would want that made Shannon spasm into an unexpectedly early ejaculation.

"Oh God," the twenty-five year old sighed fantasizing, "I'm in emerging love with him already, sight unseen."

* * *

As the sound of Jerry's SUV faded into the distance Lucy sprayed a very delicate perfume over her arms, breasts and neck and sprayed a stronger one over her pussy. She only thought of it as her cunt and called it that when receiving the attention of a randy male. After pulling down her sleeping t-shirt she went almost soundless to the guest-room with the low post-dawn sunglow streaming into the bedroom. She'd wondered about how to launch a successful approach; as she entered the room her mind was in turmoil with half a dozen options spinning around in her head. 

But once inside her mind snapped into attack mode; it was ready and waiting for her. Andy was on his back, holding one of the erotic magazines in one hand and the other hand encircled his morning erection, tugging it gently. Surprised, he looked at Lucy and his hand dropped away from his erection.

"Um, good morning," he managed, struggling to smile.

Without bothering to smile Lucy dropped between his legs and began licking the cockhead, urging herself not to say anything, not to look at him until she had some response.

It was like sucking the head of a frozen eel: rigid and cool.

She dropped her mouth over it, not touching him with her hands and dribbled on to it.

Nothing.

Lucy slowly licked her dribble down the far side of his length and smiled when she heard a definite sigh. She closed her mouth over a testicle and rolled it with her tongue to hear him suck in breath heavily and expel while one of his hands grabbed a fistful of hair – either to jerk her away while he berated her or to pull her head up as an unspoken invitation to begin sucking him off.

She froze.

Gently he applied pressure, urging her head up a few inches, quite a few inches in fact. She fell upon the cock he was holding for her and wondered how long she'd have to wait until a hand came seeking her nipple. Scarcely had she finished that thought when a nipple was being tweaked.

Good boy.

She looked up at him: "You may have this wake-up call every morning if you wish."

She watched his eyes widen and heard him say "Right'. She took him fully into her mouth and the tweak on her nipple felt as if it were cutting the rubbery breast ending into two.

Thirty seconds later she felt his enormous power as he lifted her by the hips to spin her around while she applied extra on-off suction to ensure his erection remained in her mouth while being rotated. She felt him lick her hair twice to part it and then his tongue entered her cunt. She grunted twice and one of his fingers entered over the top of his tongue then a second one and his thumb began circling her clit as if the nub wasn't there. Oooh, was this guy good.

Lucy showered, dressed and prepared a hearty breakfast. She sat opposite him, having her dried toast and coffee.

"Pull your tits out for me."

"Why?"

"Because they are a pair of beauties, no sign of ageing expect where some of the lines come down a bit from your neck."

She pouted. "When will you fuck me?"

"How would tomorrow morning suit?"

She smiled slyly, removed her shirt and bra and sat back holding up the twin objects of his fascination and squashed them together, staring at his roving eyes watching her nipples physically activate. Lucy was so pleased he hadn't said brutally 'As soon as I've finished breakfast and been to the toilet'; instead 'How would tomorrow morning suit' had made her pussy tremble in anticipation.

"Tomorrow morning, repeatedly, would suit me lovely," she simpered, knowing she had twenty-four hours to think about coming all over that great dick of his buried inside her. Olay!

* * *

Shannon pushed one trolley and pulled another as she emerged from the security area into the airport concourse. She spotted her parents instantly with this guy; they were talking so she had almost thirty seconds to inspect them. He father looked exactly the same, good-looking with a beer-belly, balding and his face etched a little from over-work. The house guest standing beside him – this Andy – stood a good four inches taller than her father who was almost six foot. He was blonde, presumably with the inevitable blue eyes, wide shoulders that narrowed down to his hips which suggested a great ass and he looked muscular. Her mom had stated in one of her emails 'Very much an athletic male."

Eying her mom Shannon boggled. Lucy had stayed with her in Boston for a fortnight thirteen months ago and had looked good – but not this good; she positively radiated health, was slimmed down and appeared vivacious. Obviously she was being fucked twice a day – daddy at night and Mr Big Dick after daddy left for work. He mom was thriving on it and was dressed like a woman ten years her junior – showing a red bra top across the V of her shirtfront and the matching red of a half-slip a half-inch below her skirt hemline. A hand tightened over her heart: Shannon felt vaguely like throttling her mother and squeezing the guest's nuts flat in the workshop vise. She had the sense to know she was overcome with jealously.

Her father glanced up, saw her and his face was seized by a brilliant smile. Oh daddy, Shannon heart cried, my cuckolded daddy. He called to Lucy and the joy that showed on her face melted Shannon's heart telling her that naughty mom of hers was forgiven. Shannon was two preoccupied to notice the reaction of the house guest; anyway he'd only notice with disappointment her rather flat chest.

The reunited family greeted rapturously.

Shannon ignored her mother the first time Lucy said, "Shannon, I'd like you to meet our house guest Andy King." But she did notice when the big oaf reached out to greet her; he steadied himself in the crush around him by circling her mom with an arm and cupping her left breast for heaven's sake, with her daddy standing on that side of her mom! Shannon glared at her mom who pretended not to notice; she was busy trying to discreetly pull The Beast's hand from her boob.

"How are the horses daddy?" Shannon asked and was told the three colts and five fillies left were doing fine as were the older horses. "Jenna aborted close to time and the O'Hagan's took a colt early to mother-on as one of their colts had died."

Her mom was at her again: Shannon, I'd like you to meet our house guest Andy King."

Oh hullo Andy, I gather you are fucking my mom. Well, that's what she wanted to say and then to demand Why? Instead she almost acted politely and said, "Hello Andy; my mom's told me everything about you."

He swallowed and flushed, coloring almost as heavily as her mom. Her father, dammit, missed this as he was staring at a teenager no more than eighteen, adjusting her self hold-up stocking; his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth, such was his concentration.

"Hello Shannon. God, you are beautiful." Now who was blushing! He held out his hand but as he was not touching her mom this time Shannon thrust her head forward and his lips landed on hers like butterflies. That surprised her and so did his lovely clean breath – no suggestion of her mom's perfume, bottled or secreted. He deserved a plus mark for that courtesy to the daughter.

Now her father was at it. He said proudly, "Andy can handle Gigi – he's managed to quiet her down so much that your mom has even ridden her as well."

Close to tears Shannon turned ready to tear into the house guest and only just in time heard her father say, "He has a special way with horses."

He mother, standing with her arm through Shannon's, had distinctly whispered, 'And with women'. Ignoring her mom for the moment Shannon eyed Andy without expression. "So her spirit is not broken."

"Good heavens no; it's an essential part of her character. My Uncle Ben is a professional horse trainer – or Horse Whisperer as they are called since the Robert Redford movie. Since turning eight I've spent at least two weeks of every summer, often all summer, on his ranch with Aunt Marg and gradually he began my induction."




Andy Ch. 01



"And Aunt Marg?" Shannon snapped, thinking one of his parent's youngest sisters opening her thighs for him when he became a high school senior.

"She taught me to cook, sew, garden and be charming to women."

"Sew?" Shannon said incredulously.

"Yes darling; Andy has taken up the hems on all my dresses, skirts and shorts, saying my legs are too fabulous to be overly hidden.

"What did you have to say about this father?" Shannon asked, wide-eyed.

"When they discussed this proposal with me I asked Andy to prepare a sample for me so he lifted your mom on to the kitchen table and pinned the hem to his suggested height and I agreed. You mom does have wonderful legs."

"What, you allowed Andy to touch mom?"

"Your mom always loves being touched, you know that darling; it's fine by me."

Shannon said weakly, "May we go home now?"

"I'll fix your jeans cuffs – they are up too high," Andy said, taking one of the trolleys and walked ahead with her father who had the other trolley."

"Darling, don't be so sharp with Andy; he's a lovely person."

"I'm really tired mom; I am really struggling to cope with my New Generation parents."

"We'll talk about it later darling; you'll probably find he's the best fuck you're ever had."

Shannon left the airport terminal looking stunned. She recovered a little when she saw her father possessed a latest model SUV. Her mother placed her in the front passenger seat and Shannon frowned at the thought of her mother in the back seat with HIM. But 'he' jumped in the driver's seat, leaving her father to sit in the back of his own vehicle. Really? As they drove off she heard giggling in the back and turned to smile benevolently at her happy parents but turned away abruptly when she glimpsed her parents in a deep kiss and her mom with her hand...oh, how could she!

As they left the airport her mom began asking Shannon questions, much to her relief. At least they would not be doing it on the back seat...or was her mom exhibiting her skill at multi-tasking? She daren't look but was relieved seconds later when her father said to Andy, "Turn right at these lights." She was certain her father couldn't be unzipping, feeding it in AND giving directions almost simultaneously. Oh she groaned inwardly; fancy thinking of one's parents doing it! What was going on here? Never had she seen her parents so sexed up; obviously her mom was on a major roll. She escaped these mind-blowing thoughts by dropping off to sleep until the rumbling of the SUV crossing the cattle stop awoke her.

Mr Cheesy Grin displayed...well, she had to be truthful here...lovely teeth. "Want a close up of your horse?"

She saw the horses bunched up four hundred yards away with one standing off a little.

"You have binoculars?"

He left the vehicle, walked to the fence and let out an almighty whistle.

Oh no, don't let it happened she whispered, knowing she was about to see a near miracle. Her appeal was to no avail. The horse standing alone – eleven-year-old Gigi came thundering toward them. How on earth could this Yank have managed this in just over two weeks when he'd been up north and being pre-occupied with her mother? The bay mare with black socks and black tail and mane slid to a near halt and walked the last half dozen steps and stopped with her head hanging over the Yank's shoulder, making no effort to rip off an ear. This charade had to stop. Shannon jumped out of the vehicle and slammed the door. But nothing happened.

This is not right, no-one could tame a horse in such a short time without throwing her, binding her up in ropes and next morning tying her to a center pole and walking her around on a short rope and whipping her until he head drooped and she'd stop in a quivering, sweating state. As Shannon approached her horse the bay's ears went back and her eyes rolled showing white.

"Gigi, settle," was all Andy said. He stepped back and said, "Ma'am, repossess your horse. She still has a temperament streak but it's more of a larrikin streak than a mean one."

Shannon thought Gigi seemed to know her, taking her time with her eye and nose inspection of the new arrival. 

Lucy rolled down her window and said, "She remembers you; she has to find out if you're changed."

Andy opened the rear of the SUV and returned with a bridle and handed it to Shannon. "Go for a ride."

"I'll need a saddle."

"A saddle is no longer necessary if you can cope with two or three half-hearted bucks after mounting bareback."

Shannon was about to protest and complain she was exhausted and this was such an unbelievable sham when he lifted her up, covered her mouth with his when she was about to scream 'Put me down' and the next thing she knew she was over the fence, standing and looking into the familiar deep brown eyes with the purplish sheen of Gigi. The bridle went out without a fuss. Fortunately Shannon had ridden six weeks ago when she'd visited France to attend a final farewell party hosted by some of her French friends and a dozen other nationals living in England who'd arrived on a charter flight for the brief visit. She grabbed a handful of mane and lightly slid over Gigi's back.

She'd never before ridden Gigi bare-back; the mare's ill-temper had made that impossible. She walked, trotted and then broke into a glorious canter and although she wasn't in a saddle she sensed Gigi knew who the rider was. Now to test that theory: Shannon pulled hard on the left rein and yelled "Pronto!" – a command that only she and the old Gigi knew. Gigi spun and went back to the driveway fence like a rocket. Her parents were standing at the wire fence with its wood top rail watching, though Shannon knew her mom would have told her allegedly ex-lover what was about to happen with the blinding gallop.

Puffing, Shannon removed the bridle and turned to thank Andy when Gigi put her head over her shoulder. Stroking Gigi's neck Shannon burst into tears. Andy vaulted the fence and without a word lifted Shannon over into her father's arms.

"Hell, Andy; you're a strong sod," her father said, almost staggering under the load.

Safe in the back-seat in the comfort of her mother's arms Shannon yawned, aware she'd consumed too much liquor on her 12-hour flight from Los Angeles and had only slept fitfully and arrived home to find her parents had undergone an apparent quite significant behavioral change as a result of the influence of their house-guest. He seemed to have made both her parents more relaxed and, alarmingly, less inhibited sexually. What Andy had done with Gigi was simply amazing – she'd have to ask him how had he'd achieved that result. If Gigi as well as her mother had found affection for him then perhaps Andy was not the villainous devil she'd thought he was. Still, if he thought he would get under her knickers he was dreaming.

Lucy put Shannon to bed immediately and said she could eat and drink when she awoke and felt less exhausted. Shannon drifted off to sleep, unable to prevent a wicked thought that just slipped out: she wondered if Andy would dream about getting under her knickers; a smirk tip-toed across her relaxed face.



Andy arrived in Shannon's bedroom at 10:00 carrying a tray of orange juice, lightly done toast and coffee.

He sat on her bed and the movement awoke her. "Good morning."

She smiled but that quickly changed to a scowl.

"Get off my bed – get out of my bedroom you mother-fucker."

Andy frowned and told her not to be nasty.

"Well, it's the truth isn't it?"

"If you wish to know whether or not your mother has done anything to offend you it's best that you ask your mother. As far as I am concerned my personal relationship with anyone is my business; period."

"How could you bear to fuck a women twenty years your senior?"

"Hypothetically, if it were your mother you were talking about I could see the possibility – a charming, vibrant woman who works hard at keeping in good shape and enhancing her fading beauty and if she took a fancy to me I might respond."

"Leave my room this instant you pig."

Andy sat unmoved. "I understand you have fabulous legs."

"Who told you that?"

Placing a hand over the side of his mouth, Andy whispered: "Just between you and me it could have been Gigi."

Shannon lost the fight to keep on acting tough and broke out into a giggle. "You're funny. Why don't you lift the sheet and see for yourself?"

"I decline the offer, if you don't mind. It seems to be a dare; I'd rather wait until you really want me to see your legs."

"Andy, please remove the sheet and look at my legs; I want you to do this. It's your reward for being so wonderful with Gigi."

"Are you wearing anything under that sheet?"

"No."

"Well, in that case I'm sorry but..."

"I want you to look at me but not to touch."

Andy pulled back the sheet in a single heave and tossed it to the floor.

"Oh boy."

"What?"

"You have tiny tits but at least standard size areola and nipples."

Shannon bit her lip. "If I ever permit you to fondle me you'll see my nipples will grow hugely."

"I can't wait."

"I bet, you lecherous man."

"Tut-tut. Down we go over a beautiful flat belly and oh, what do we have here – a completely shaved pussy. Yum-yum. Ah, here we go – quite outstanding thighs, halfway between pea sticks and a light fence post which is about perfect, no undue fat pads over the knees, artistically sculptured lower legs and slender ankles. I just can wait until I see you in five or six-inch heels. I'll probably come in my pants."

"That's disgusting," Shannon giggled and watching Andy asked, "What?"

"Your nipples – fantastic," he said.

She looked at her elongated nipples and said softly, I think you better leave me to eat breakfast. Do you have an erection right now?"

He nodded.

"Want to see it?"

She nodded.

He walked to the door and dropped his trousers and briefs and turned, watching her mouth turn into a big O and her face color charmingly. "We're going to fuck sometime soon, aren't we?"

She smiled and nodded but said not in her parent's house, at least not the first time.

"Is there a haystack handy?

"Go away you evil man," she giggled, reached for her breakfast tray.

As he left the room she thought he really was an evil man: he'd fucked her mom and now expected her to roll over.

Definitely an evil man.

With nice edges.

What – where had that little redeemer come from? This really wasn't on; no way would she go soft on him. The fact that he'd made her giggle was of no consequence.

Shannon sipped orange juice while looking out the open windows she'd just folded right back, the sight, sounds and smells of rural New Zealand invading her senses like a benevolent and familiar but forgotten friend. She knew this inspirational feeling would soon pass; it was lovely being seduced like this, reuniting with familiar home territory. She'd lived on this property since she was eight, seventeen years ago on the death of her paternal grandmother. A month after Grandma's funeral her parents' suburban house had sold and the family had moved out to the farm by mutual consent. 

Travel of fifty to seventy minutes each way stretched out her father's ten-hour working day and that became worse over the years as traffic volumes increased. When it became time for her older brother to start high school it was decided he should attend a school renowned for its academic excellence so her father purchased an apartment where he and Gavin lived during the week, returning home on Friday nights. That's when Shannon was given her first pony to ease her loneliness while she now knew it started her mom's life of infidelity; Lucy had joined the tennis club where she found males galore who wanted to become very familiar with those big breasts of hers. 

Change came eight years ago when her father was promoted to managing editor which gave him the ability to ease back on his workload. It coincided with the end of the grazing lease of the farm and a winery offered to pay a much higher rental than the grazier could afford so grape vines appeared over most of the property over the next year. Once that deal was signed her father's interest in the land soared so he returned home and signed over the apartment to Gavin then a freshman at university. 

It was a win-win situation for everyone really, Shannon smiled. Her mother had reacted as if she were on her second honeymoon with her husband home almost every night. Shannon could remember the nightly noises of them going at it like animals – so noisy and basic; but then her mother always had said she was over-sexed, though Shannon was well into her teens before she fully understood what that meant.

Shannon was jealous that Gavin had been given the apartment and finally her father had wheedled out of her why he was receiving the treatment from his 'ice maiden' as he called her. That next Saturday they went to the property of a horse breeder and they drove around looking at horses. Sam Guthrie said they could have any horse on the property other than his stud sire Riverhead Arrow. They went through all the paddocks once, with Shannon standing on the back of the old pick-up, leaning on the roof of the cab studying every horse in detail and jumping off to open and close the gates. Sam knew her slightly and accurately predicted that this buying spree would turn into a long event; he'd placed a dozen bottles of beer in the cab so he and Jerry had happily boozed and yarned away, not worrying if Shannon took all day to make her decision.

Shannon lifted her coffee cup, hearing a tractor or two in the distance, chugging away, a dog barking, a light airplane flying to the south of the house and the very faint smell of pasture grass and the stronger smell of garden mint reaching her inquisitive nose and went back to her day-dreaming. She'd never forget the shocked look on Sam's face when she finally yelled at them to stop. She jumped down and although only just sixteen asked Sam for a bottle of beer; he looked at her father who nodded and as Sam removed the cap she said, "The Bay – the one grazing by itself."

"No, not that one darling," said the old horseman who'd spent his earlier life mustering sheep and cattle in the high country of the South Island, looking shocked at Shannon's choice.

"You said any horse but Riverhead."

Sam shook his head and Shannon well remembered what happened next.

"Dad!"

He father was liberal and fair so he said the inevitable, "Don't go back on your word Sam."

Sam said the filly was a brute; she was near impossible to handle safely and no buyer had been interested in her.

"What's her name?"

Sam looked embarrassed and looked at Jerry, twenty years his junior, who nodded.

"The Bitch."

That enraged Shannon. "Sam, how could you – oh how could you name a horse like that?"

"He's Mr Guthrie to you."

"Sam's fine," Sam said.

He had the grace to look a little embarrassed. "Right Shannon – here's the deal. She has been broken in professionally but that was a waste of money. If you can ride her she's yours – a freebie."

Her father then looked concerned. "I don't want Shannon riding a dangerous horse."

"Er, not dangerous – just an unpredictable little bitch. I'll push her into a corner to get a rope around her and we'll take her back to the barn."

"Charlie – gee-gee," Sam said to his young Border Collie who jumped from the back of the pick-up and went scampering. Sam guided him with a series of different whistles to focus on The Bitch."

"I thought you can't round-up horses with a dog," Jerry said.

"Some people think that but we've never told Charlie that," Sam said dryly.

The Bitch saw Charlie coming, turned and attempted to remove his head by kicking out with both back legs. Charlie veered out of danger and flew back in and nipped at the left font fetlock. The horse snorted and began trotting off.

"Good gee-gee muttered Charlie driving to the corner of the paddock, parking facing the pick-up against the fence. Charlie brought the skitterish horse into the corner. He strung a rope from the pick-up to the fence and then walked into the makeshift corral with a shorter rope that he formed into a halter, slipping it over the head of the horse and being nibble enough to escape bean attempted bite.

"See, she'd not too bad," he said hopefully.

After The Bitch was saddled Sam led her into the largest stock pen and handed her over to Shannon, warning her to avoid being thrown against the pipe railings. She had difficulty mounting as The Bitch kept sliding her hind-quarters away so Shannon worked her into a corner and mounted with ease and remained in the saddle for almost ten seconds and remounted without bothering to dust herself off and was immediately tossed off again.

"That's enough, Jerry said. "I don't want you hurt; let's pick a proper horse."

"Sam, open the gate."

Shannon led The Bitch to the center of the pen and faced her towards the open gate, mounted and screamed the first word that came into mind, "Pronto!" The bitch went through the gate and galloped down the access track cutting through the center of the farm. Two minutes later horse and rider returned, The Bitch was walking and Shannon was sitting upright, her hands linked behind her head and smiling. "Her new name is Gigi, spelt the French way," she announced triumphantly. "I'll see you guys later, I'm riding Gigi home now. Thanks Sam."

A week later Shannon's aches were gone and her bruising that had horrified her mom were fading. She and Gigi were more or less friends but Shannon knew she could never relax with Gigi – never.

After her light breakfast Shannon showered and dressed in a shirt, jeans and sneakers went out to the living room at the end of the kitchen where she found HIM sprawled on the sofa reading the morning newspaper. She was wearing no make-up and had not brushed her hair – no way was she going to look attractive to tempt him.

"Hi again. Wow, you have a natural beauty."

Damn him; if he kept up this gooey talk she'd need a session with her viabrator.

"Where's mom?"

"Attending a tennis club meeting – she's women's president."

"Oh really; it seems you know more about my mother than I do."

Mr Cool aborted that attempt at disagreement by saying he took an interest in both her parents.

"What have you done for my father to earn your keep?" she retorted.

"Nothing much really except overhauling the RTV and cut back the willow roots along the creek."

"But that would take days and days of work. You're lying; either that or you didn't even do half a job. You spent days away up north and driving my mother's beloved car, so I understand."

"Your mother and I spent only two days up north at the Bay of Islands. The overhaul of the ATV was done strictly to the recommendations in the Owner's Manual and I think you'll find a pile of tree roots almost as high as the barn stacked ready for burning in the autumn."

"My mother – you spent two days and a night away with her."

"Yes."

"Was my father aware of this?"

"He ought to be; it was his suggestion and he thought I'd been working too hard."

"But he knew you'd be alone with my mom?"

"Yes, and we shared the same room because it was cheaper," Andy grinned.

Shannon face turned white with both cheeks very red. "My mother, she is very precious to me. How could my father be such a wimp?

"I guess you best take that allegation up with him. The way I saw it was he trusted your mom not to do anything she didn't want to do and he trusted me to respect her wishes and to look after her properly."

"Oh my poor gullible mother, what a wretched philander you are. I want you to leave this home now!"

"Sorry, if anyone is leaving it will have to be you but there's a problem over that."

"Oh yes, and what's that?"

"The day after tomorrow you are taking me to Rotorua and then over to Tauranga and up and around the Coromandel Coast, spending at least five nights away."




Andy Ch. 01



"Oh yes, and I suppose my father suggested that."

"Good guess, like to make me coffee?"

"Make it yourself, you mother-fucker."

"Okay, want one?"

"No, I'm in need of fresh air."

"Then go out the back way – there's something to interest you there."

What, a fucking machine for an angry daughter who won't have a bar of him, she fumed. 

Shannon flung open the back door and stood absolutely flummoxed and tears slid on to her cheeks. She felt terrible, realizing how juvenile she'd been acting. Almost blinded by her tears she walked to the fence; under the oak beyond the fence was tied Gigi, saddled and beautifully groomed. Ten minutes later her remorse repeated itself as she stared at the stack of tree roots; as the man had said it was as high as the barn – well, at least to wall height. 

At the thought of his muscular arms and sweat-covered chest from tossing up those severed roots, some as thick as his forearms, up that high made Shannon shudder and she stroked a breast. She turned and cantered back to the homestead determined to say how sorry she was for abusing him and she knew if he made the right moves he could do what he wished with her, but not anally.

After attending to Gigi and letting her out Shannon hurried to the house in a hot and ready state; she called and searched but Andy was nowhere to be found. She cooled down by making a cup of coffee and heard the ATV coming up the access track.

"Hi."

"Hi," she replied coolly. Where have you been?" She then realized he was staring at her nipples. Oh, they were still up and he could see them; she had to do something to try to wriggle out of total embarrassment.

"Horse riding does that to me."

"Does what?"

"Never mind."

"I mowed the lawns while you were riding," he said. "Then popped down to the village to collect the mail and fetch us a pizza for our lunch; your mom said the committee would finish by lunchtime and would eat at the tavern.

"A pizza? How did you know I eat pizza?"

"You mom told me. I need a shower, want to join me?"

"Why."

"It's the friendly thing to do."

"Oh yeah, I guess you have oodles of friends."

He looked at her steadily. "At the moment there's only you."

"Okay," she heard herself say. Shannon! "Come to my room; it has the best shower; you are not to take advantage of me."

"Okay."

They entered the bathroom together and she said she smelt horsy – he needed to know it wasn't her natural odor.

"I love light scented body odors."

Shannon gritted her teeth and told herself this terrible guy was not going to fuck her; no woman is safe with him around. Her poor mom; she didn't have a chance."

Andy turned and began unbuttoning her shirt.

"I can do that thank you," she said, attempting to act primly but her voice was shaking. He ignored her so she attempted to pull his hands away but he reacted quicker and slapped her hands away.

"That hurt," she said, sucking her right-hand fingers, but she may as well be talking to herself; anyway it hadn't hurt – she'd just felt the need to make a fuss or create a diversion, whatever.

He removed her shirt and said the obvious, "No bra?"

She said the obvious, "You know I really don't need one."

"Tits are just blubber – it's the nipples that count and yours are great, better than most I would say."

"Better than my mother's."

Andy grinned and said she was one sly bitch.

"You better ask your mother," she mimicked and he said she was funny.

Shannon stretched, suddenly feeling like seeing an erect cock sliding inside her. She held up her lips to be kissed.

"A car's coming," he said, cocking his head.

"I can't hear it. Oh yes and damn, that will be Mrs Greenslade bringing mom home. What do we do now?"

"Have our shower together or you have the option of sending me away."

"I don't know what I should do; you've managed to confuse me."

"Thinking about having that cunt filled, eh."

Shannon took that hook, line and sinker. "Don't be so fucking disgusting."

He grinned and said hadn't she remembered she'd said he'd must not seduce her in that house, at least not for their first encounter.

"Yes, I remember you saying that but assumed you would ignore the request."

"I respect your wishes."

Shannon undid his shirt buttons while saying, "Okay, I accept that but then why did you want me to shower with you."

"To enjoy soaping you."

"Oh God," she said, putting out her hand to steady herself. He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers, in the process steadying her and sending her pulse rate racing.

He looked deeply at her: "If you find me so unacceptable, why did you agree to shower with me; it was a rather radical decision to make?"

"When you know me better you'll find I'm a risk-taker – I like to visit the edge occasionally."

"Like when you mount Gigi."

"You're not just a handsome face are you? Off you go, I know that's the best option to take."

"Agreed, I'll walk out and meet them at the door."

"Why."

"Well if they find us both showering they'll assume we've been fucking."

Shannon grinned and said he was assuming Milly Greenslade would come into the house.

"Of course, what women after a boring meeting and then a long lunch with wine would not say at mid-afternoon, "It's afternoon tea time; come in for coffee Milly. You'll also want to meet Shannon and of course my dream toy boy."

"Ah, you admit it!"

"Think again, I did say dream toy boy."

Shannon moved away to look out the open window. "You're right, they are both walking towards the side door; off you go."

* * *

After dinner the two guys looked ill at ease. "Okay, off you go," Lucy smiled. Jerry took Andy down to the tavern; it was snooker night. Jerry was kissing Lucy goodbye when to her delight Shannon found herself in Andy's arms and being kissed sweetly but he then moved on to her mother and kissed her, using identical technique.

After they'd driven off Shannon sat her mother down and fetched coffee and liqueurs. Shannon had planned to chat away quietly and then at the appropriate time to begin questioning her mom about her relationship with her house guest. But her mom was straight into it.

"That kiss – it's the first time I've seen you two touching."

"Well yes. I suppose he sensed I was beginning to thaw."

"Thaw? Whatever made you frigid; he's a beautiful young man?"

Shannon sucked in breath. "Mom – has Andy been seducing you?"

"Yes dear," Lucy said casually, straightening the back of her hair. Those instances occurred before your arrival home; he's all yours now."

Shannon had difficulty believing what she'd just heard; she'd been prepared to hear a denial and then having to work on her mom until she crumbled and admitted her indiscretion or rather indiscretions.

"What did Andy have to say when you confronted him?"

"He refused to confirm or deny," Shannon said weakly. "He indicated that it was none of my business and suggested if I were overcome by my thoughts perhaps I should talk to you."

"Well dear, you've asked and I've answered. For God's sake don't ask me for performance details."

"It must have almost rape: he's twenty years your junior."

Lucy turned serious. "Look dear, let's get this straight: I backed him into a corner and went for him. To his credit he did his best to talk me out of it. We were both horny; when I pulled out my breasts that ended his resistance."

"Oh mom, I can't believe I am hearing this."

"Stop acting dear, you never were a naive girl."

"Smart-ass talk won't allow you to wriggle out of this, mom. I am really angry and depressed about your behavior."

"Oh really, did you tell him and you and I had full-on sex on a couple of occasions, if I remember correctly, and I think three exploratory preambles?"

"Mother! That was when I was an over-sexed teenager – dad was on a world trip relating to his work and we both became very lonely."

Shannon turned her burning face away from her mother, filled her glass with her favorite liqueur and downed the lot in a gulp.

Lucy said she took full responsibility for allowing those encounters to happen; she'd been under the impression Shannon had fully appreciated being properly educated.

Shannon grabbed her mother's glass, filled it and filled and drank hers in a gulp. "Ah, I feel better. Mom, I have loving memories of those cold winter nights when we played around and then as you indicated, um, went full on and exhausted ourselves. It was hugely educational for me and never have I been closer to you than over that period of five nights and I don't expect I will be closer to you again until you help me dress for my wedding whenever that is to be, hopefully within your lifetime."

"You wedding will be sooner than perhaps you expect darling, but enough that that conjecture. Over five nights was it? I remember it started with you wondering why I could have such large breasts and you had practically none and that led us to explore and then you asked when did I trim around my cunt and..."

"Mother!"

"Oh hush, darling. That is a big difference between you and me. I'm happy to talk about sex and my feelings about it and pop off occasionally to sample it elsewhere but you are embarrassed to talk about it and regard foreplay as a dirty word. I should never have sent you to that Catholic boarding school as we are Anglicans, but I was told it offered the best education and was the safest refuge for young girls as the school filtered out young men."

"Yes, but you forgot to think about the predatory lesbians."

"Oh dear, I thought the nuns would have been above that."

"The devout ones were and even most of the support staff but it was fellow students I'm talking about. As seniors were into the occasional groupie when we didn't know the existence of such a word."

"Oh darling, I am so sorry."

Thanks to the alcohol, Shannon was able to offer her mom a wide grin. "You were so keen for me to receive a rounded education; I certainly managed to get that. I can tell you this mom, my attitude towards your house guest has been softening anyway because he keeps surprising me, acting rather well – just look what he achieved with Gigi. When he found daddy hated clearing the roots out of the creek but didn't want to call in outside contractors who might not respect the grape vines close to the creek Andy jumped in and spent days and days completing the job."

"Yes, your father was so pleased but irritated that Andy refused to be reimbursed for paying a hired laborer to held load and stack the debris for burning."

"So he didn't want to be a complete freeloader?"

"Those are the exact words Jerry said Andy used."

Shannon looked thoughtful. "Mom, he told me today that you guys had suggested I take him down to Rotorua, across to Tauranga and then up the coast and around the top of the Coromandel Peninsula. I replied not likely because he seemed to be getting up my nose but fortunately I added I'd think about it. I think I will go with him because, um, well, how can I put this?"

"You are becoming sexually attracted?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"That's all. Nothings happened but I rather think we'll be rushing into the motel on our first night."

Lucy smiled. "It won't say supportive things expect take him as you find him dear; he's very much his own guy and sees no need to change. I've seen him sneaking looks at you so know he's interested. I really didn't think it would happen because, um, just because."

"Because I practically don't have breasts."

"Well yes."

"Well, I'll just have to engage more vigorously when we're at it to make up for that deficiency, won't I mother?"

Lucy reached for the liqueur bottle and didn't comment or change her expression.

"He told me he's hiring a SUV as he may stay in remote places and doesn't want to put your vehicle at risk."

"Oh, isn't he sweet. Listen darling, you insist on paying half of all expenses on your excursion and we'll reimburse you."

"That's a generous offer but mother I don't wish to be a complete freeloader; I'll pay my half out of my own pocket."

The men arrived home bubbling and merrily announced with pride they'd lost every game but had teamed well, each of them making the next shot difficult for their opponents but unfortunately their opponents retaliated similarly but with a little more expertise.

"I thought snooker was a sport," Lucy commented.

"So it is," Jerry commented seriously. "We acted like good sports each time we lost without attempting to engage in a punch up.

"Yes, very correctly stated," Andy enunciated slowly. "Our sportsmanship was exemplary and we played with grace and decorum."

"Good God, you two are drunk as skunks," Lucy alleged, tripping and clutching at the table cloth in an attempt to stop her fall pulling it off the table and bringing with it two cups and saucers, a bowl of fruit and a vase of flowers.

"Mom, you're drunk – off to bed, I'll clean up."

"Thank you darling; I hated that vase and wasn't too keen on the fruit bowl. We'll have to get the carpet professionally cleaned."

"We don't have carpet in this room mom, remember?"

"Oh don't we – have I been out somewhere tonight drinking? My memory has taken a rest."

Jerry took Lucy to bed and Andy helped Shannon clean up. She then made coffee and sat with him.

"I owe you a huge apology," she said. "Are you sober enough to understand what I'm saying?"

"Yessh, of coursh," Andy slurred in exaggeration.

"Tonight mom and I discussed your relationship with her but without going into details. She offered the information that she went after you, giving you little option but to bite the cherry; actually she was a little more graphic than that."

"And?"

"It made me feel rather ashamed. I had assumed from the outset that you strode into her life and nailed her. I should have at least suspected that she would have been the instigator as she'd always claimed she is over-sexed."

"So I'm not the rat bag you thought I was so am I forgiven?"

"Yes, definitely."

"And you're coming with me on Wednesday, leaving before dawn?"

"Yes, definitely."

Andy then said her reaction was understandable, especially with her senses dulled by twelve hours of flying and passing through time zones. He accepted her apology and would like to add he was impressed at the way she jumped in to defend her mom. You are a very lovely young woman."

"Thank you for being so charming and letting me off the hook. Do you really want me to accompany you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I wish to court you; I have decided to will marry you."

"What? I mean this comes out of the blue. What about me and my feelings and attitudes?"

"What about them?"

"Well, as they say, it takes two to tango."

Andy grinned and said he was aware of that. "That's why I have to court you."

Rubbing her eyes Shannon said she was very tired and he was in danger at coming at her at a hundred miles an hour; she needed time to think.

"So do I," he said. "We met one of your father's friends at the tavern and after he and his wife beat us at snooker, Tony Jenkins said instead of touring around on busy roads at the height of the summer holiday season I should go straight to their holiday home at Lake Rotoiti where I can stay until Sunday as his two daughters and their families move in on Monday. He refused to take any payment except a hundred bucks for use of his runabout plus the proviso that I leave it full of gas and he asked that I leave four smoked trout in the refrigerator."

"Wow."

"Is that all you have to say?"

Shannon smiled. "The Jenkins' lakeside holiday home is palatial – I've stayed their several times with their daughter Susan; we rode together and attended primary and intermediate school together. Did he give you the keys?"

"Yes and when your father said you would be accompanying me Tony said 'Bad luck son' so I asked what did he mean and he said the understanding was you were not interested in men." 

Shannon yelped indignantly, "The bastard – it's a misunderstanding; I simply was not interested in local yokels. What did my father say or did he punch Tony fucking Jenkins?"

Shannon's mouth fell open when Andy said, "He told Tony he'd heard the same thing but apparently you'd returned home cured because you were acting like a love-sick filly around me."

"My father said that – you're not attempting to be inventive to wind me up are you."

"It's a pretty accurate account of what both of them said."

Relaxing with a giggle, Shannon said that if she was supposed to be a lesbian, where was her girl-friend?

"They discussed that and named Tony's daughter Susan, your French teacher at intermediate school and Sam Guthrie's daughter Eva."

"Christ, you men and your fantasies. Susan and I have been friends since children and remain exceedingly close – she visited me twice in France and I can tell you she was not putting it around to women. She ended up marrying one of those men, a Frenchman who lives with her and their toddler twins in Wellington. Bird-brain Tony Jenkins has conveniently overlooked that. My French teacher described me as the most enthusiastic and well-accented student she'd ever had the pleasure to meet. She gave me hours and hours of extra tuition after she learned from my mom that it was my intention to go to finishing school in France and then to study international law in England and then gain experience in International law in Ireland, France, Germany and American, which is what I've done. In a month's time I join the law firm where bird-brain Tony Jenkins is managing partner."

"He didn't tell me that?"

"Why should he?"

"Because I have a meeting on the Monday afternoon with the appointments committee which he chairs as subject to my performance before the committee, he's planning to offer me a position,"

Shannon looked at Andy curiously. "I knew you were a lawyer but we really haven't conversed about that mutual interest; what kind of law do you practice?"

"International trade regulations, particularly in dispensing technical advice on compliance with and exploiting WTO trade rules and customs rules throughout the world."

"My area of growing expertise is at the level of policy-making by governments and negotiating on behalf of clients with quasi-government regulatory bodies where changes to regulations and rules appear to disadvantage our traders or there is need to make submissions on their behalf with or without the support of our Government officials or politicians. It would appear we work hand in glove although I am at junior level but I carry the advantage of being fluent in the French language and have deep knowledge of the European Community political structure."

"Well, fancy that; it this comes off for me we could be working in the same department within six months. According to Sam, immigration won't be a problem as my skills are rather rare. I would have to sell my junior partnership, presumably to my successor, and I have to work out my contract although it is my father's firm. His attitude will influence my decision to accept any formal job offer."

"That is very interesting, but I'm off to bed. May we continue this in the morning?"

"Yes, of course."

"Aren't you going to kiss me as a friend?"

"Yes of course Shannon; which part of your body do you want me to kiss?"

"For tonight my lips will be fine."

TO BE CONTONUED



Andy Ch. 02



Andy an American and Shannon a New Zealander who has returned home to settle. appear to be a likely couple and could even marry. While Shannon makes it difficult for him, cooling off to fight hr hang-ups or until Andy can wind up her motor again, he eyes the attractive neighbor who appears to be single minded about getting her fill.

*

Andy lay in bed attending to his erection, lights out and sliding glass door open, looking at the moonlight and thinking about women, in particular two women. He licked his lips thinking about five days and erotic nights with the sexy Shannon -- yes, he now classified her as sexy although she was virtually flat-chested, the only such concession he could ever recall making. Her smile had gotten to him and he kept looking at the way she flicked her fringe back, often with a half-smile as if caressing herself rather than acting irritatingly by that handful of ill-disciplined hair. 

He mused about her legs -- he'd stopped looking at them so much but was constantly aware they were there; amazingly they were better than her mother's. She moved with a touch of panther -- fluidly unless she was tired and the way she rode Gigi brought him little short of the feeling of ejaculating when he watched her cantering, relaxed and very much in command of her temperamental horse who now accepted the rider was boss.

Ah, the horse. He thought back to the time when Lucy had told him Gigi was unrideable. He hadn't corrected her and when he told her about his experience with horses she consented to him working Gigi back in to rideable status though she doubted he could do that within the two weeks available. Then when Lucy told him Gigi had been bred locally and yes the breeder, now elderly, still lived on his farm Andy almost yelled in delight, knowing his chances of success had soared as he could trace back to the source: something had happened to have blighted Gigi -- it was rare to see a horse remaining some distance away from other horses as if being ostracized. He left immediately to visit Sam Guthrie.

There was no-one at the house so Andy drove down to the barn. The double doors were wide open and looking inside he saw a rather pretty but a little over-weight woman struggling to shoe a horse.

She hadn't offered a normal greeting. Instead she straightened and looked at him through narrowing eyes. "What are you doing with Lucy's car?"

"Good afternoon, I'm Andy King, Lucy and Jerry's house guest."

"Ah, dad said Lucy had a Yank staying with her. I assumed he would be aged and bald-headed."

"Then you like what you see?"

She stared at him. "I hadn't counted on him being a smart-ass either."

Andy rubbed his jaw. "You're struggling there -- you hold her head and I'll shoe her."

"Don't you mean the other way round?"

"No."

Andy picked up the leg and inspected the hoof. "Good preparation."

"It ought to be; I've done hundreds, taught by my father. I'm Eva Guthrie -- dad is at the dentist's."

"Hi Eva."

"Have you ever shoed a horse?"

"Scores, but not hundreds like you."

"Andy grabbed six nails and went to put the first in his mouth.

Eva said that was not recommended practice.

"I bet you do it, we are all naughty at times."

She grinned and returned to the head of the big mare. "Selma threw the shoe this morning; I use her to run with the hunt."

Andy grunted with six nails in his mouth.

He rode the leg and as Selma attempted to kick him through the roof of the stable he worked to complete the task expertly.

Eva inspected the hoof. "A very nice job." 

"But not quite as good as you would do," Andy laughed, slapping her ass without really thinking; after all, he'd only just met the woman.

"You bastard," she said, straightening up and glaring at him. "You're encouraging me to be unfaithful to my partner."

He muttered 'No' innocently and attempted to worm his way out: "It's such a lovely ass I couldn't resist; I'm sorry but it's your fault for having such a sexy butt."

"My fault?" she shrilled and this time Andy was sure she'd attempt to slap him. But she caught his cheeky grinned and flung herself at him and kissed him heavily, walking him backwards clear of the horse. She came up for a breather and said, "Struggling with a horse always makes me horny."

"Well, we'd better do something about this he said," eyeing her.

She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra up to free her drooping tits. "Right, get into these while I struggle out of these jeans and get you unzipped."

It was one of those animalistic fucks -- hard and furious without preliminaries but she did insist on a condom. "My partner and I are lesbians -- you probably call it gay -- so I'm not on contraceptives."

"Pull one out of my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans while I suck these babies up to action mode," Andy had smirked.

Back to the present he felt his balls tighten and aimed his cock to the ceiling, tilted back towards his chest slightly so the discharge would fall on to him instead of the sheets. His fisting accelerated as he remembered the site of his thick cock entering Eva's juicy cunt, doggie style as she lay over the workbench on her removed jeans, both heavy breasts pushed out on both sides of her torso; Andy found he could reach both enlarged nipples which he tweaked while she grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. They sweated and she pushed back at him athletically, with good timing. As she began to come she squeezed him with those strong horse-riding thighs; he closed his eyes and began ejaculating with a roar that made her squeal repeatedly in delight.

Andy opened his eyes to find his chest splattered with cum but he was on his bed and not in the barn. It didn't really matter as the end result was similar although he was missing the warm, juicy and very active cunt around his dick as that was vastly superior to his own dry hand. He was sure he hadn't been roaring -- he listened and was relieve that no-one came running to check that he was okay. He grinned knowing that it hadn't mattered that Shannon had forgotten to tell him about Eva Guthrie's sexual preference as he'd found out himself through Eva's confession and the fact she occasional had a male on the side. But he must tell Shannon what Eva had told him about Gigi -- perhaps he would save that for when they were on their little holiday.

* * *

Next morning the dining room clock struck 5:00 waking Shannon; she heard her father pad down the passage to turn on the coffee machine. She'd not dropped back to sleep at 5:45 when he drove off so fetched her viabrator, keen to set it working as she felt emotionally uptight as so much was happening. She was close to release when she heard two raps on her door. Hurriedly she pulled the sheet and light blanket over her, leaving the viabrator deep in her pussy and still going at low setting.

"Come in," she partly croaked, embarrassed and suffering a dry mouth, knowing her mom never knocked or coughed discreetly before entering.

"Good morning; Jerry made more noise that usual moving about and leaving so I wondered if you would be awake. Would you like coffee?"

"No thanks but a glass of juice would be welcome."

"Here, have mine -- we can share," Andy said, standing by her dressed only in shorts, his wide and muscular chest making Shannon almost choke with desire.

"If we intend sharing other fluids I can I can share your orange juice," she said daringly and smiled as his eyes widened. She wondered if he could smell her as she was very wet; if he did, he gave no sign of it.

"You are looking very lovely with your hair spread over the pillows like that."

Shannon gave a cry, almost a yelp, and had a big ejaculation. She had to fight to keep from drumming her heels and squealing.

She opened her eyes to find him smiling at her with an understanding look. 'Understanding', oh God, she thought, blood rushing to her face again. Understanding what?

Andy failed to calm her when he said it pleased him to see her react romantically and with deep feeling after he'd made that sweet comment about her hair on the pillow.

The viabrator continuing unabated was making her feel on the verge of going over the top sexually so she squeaked, "Could you go now, I need to go to the loo."

"Right," he said, kissing her lightly sweating brow. "You're hot, are you okay?"

"Yes fine," Shannon lied, on the verge of another ejaculation.

"Let's go riding this morning -- I'll bring in and saddle the horses while you make breakfast, okay?"

"Yes but go, I'm ready to burst."

"You don't want me to stay and watch you pee."

Shannon was sure her face turned purple as she ejaculated again enormously but she'd managed to remain mute. Her dismay turned to a sexy grin when she'd realized Andy had not seen her contorted face as he'd left the room, probably as soon as he made that filthy remark. God, who did he think she was, allowing him to watch her pee?

"Oh no, she groaned, being hit by a smaller release. "I'm becoming depraved."

* * *

Ninety-minutes later Shannon pulled out of the canter and called, "Let's stop for coffee and give the horses a blow. Andy was riding Gigi as Shannon had wanted to watch Gigi at a canter and at full gallop with a rider; she'd been impressed as Andy was a great rider and Gigi ran freely and appeared to be enjoying being pushed to her limit -- well as much as one can 'read' a horse's reaction apart from when being petted or offered a taste treat.

He called out and signaled he was riding down into the creek bed carved out by floods. They walked the horses down and along the upper level for a while to cool down before allowing them to drink. Andy led Gigi into a stand of pine-trees and simply dropped the reins.

"Tie her, she'll run away."

"No she won't; she likes me. She'll just walk out and graze once she's rested and Jess will follow her."

"Well if you'll wrong you'll get it from me," Shannon said menacingly, not fancying a long walk in the heat of the day.

Andy walked closer to her and dug into his back pocket and threw something at her saying, "Catch; you may have a use for this."

Wondering what on earth he was talking about Shannon caught the small packet and flushed as she recognized it as a condom pack. She felt angry -- what a scoundrel, making no effort to prepare her and to expose his feelings; beside she'd earlier had more than enough excitement for one day. "Okay, I'd like that," she heard herself say. Shannon!

His big grin turned her knees to jelly so she held out her arms as if wanting to be saved but irrationally wanting to be savaged if that were on his mind. He embraced her, spun and sank on to his back on to the coating of pine needles with a force that would have knocked the wind out of her. How he'd managed to cushion the fall with her on top of him she had now idea but he had enough breath to kiss her deeply -- their first real sexy kiss.

They pulled their mouths away to take in air.

"Do you want to do this?"

She nodded and whispered, "Oh yes please."

"Suck me off," he commanded.

Well, really! But he redeemed himself by adding a little late, "After I have undressed you."

She wriggled in delight now assuming this was not to be a quick seduction just to allow him to get himself off, er, with her help.

They kissed leisurely. He stroked he hair and nibbled at her ear until her mind had soared and she was ready to give him anything he wanted. Even her butt she admonished as her resistance crumbled. Yes, if that's what he wanted. What she wanted was that thick cock between her lips -- come on Andy! He turned away and yawned -- oh fuck, he's about to fall asleep on me. She rolled off him and removed her boots.

"What's the hurry," he yawned.

She was tempted to tell him what she really thought but decided to be enticingly positive. "Because I need my mouth full."

He sat up in a flash and removed his sneakers and then helped her remove her second boot. 

They removed their clothes and tossed them together to make a rough bed over the pine needles. The hugged, kissed and sank to their knees. Andy lay on his back and as she began licking his more than ready erection he lifted her over him.

* * *

When Shannon spread her knees as she came to rest Andy was face to face with a hairless vista of narrowing thighs of flawless skin that led to a pair of plump lips that formed the gateway to her vagina. He couldn't recall seeing in flesh a more perfect pussy; had he'd been a religious man he would have paused to offer thanks. Instead he spread the lips and his gaze met a moist and welcoming pussy. How he knew it was welcoming he had no idea, but he was sure it was so. His tongue darted forward to make inaugural contact of what conceivably could be the first of 20,000 such encounters they would have during the next forty or so years if were to spend the rest of their lives together; Andy wasn't sure if elderly men continued to suck pussy but he saw no reason why had wouldn't be able to negotiate the wrinkles to administer stimulation if that was still appreciated. His tongue squeezed in and although Shannon sighed deeply and shuddered there was no evidence she'd left a fresh deposit for her tongue to find.

They agreed later that it had been a glorious first fuck although they got off sometime apart. She'd laid on her back as she requested missionary position and he pounded away until red in the face but without success until he pulled her lower legs over his shoulders and pushed back in with gusto; she shrieked, grabbed his arms and began panting madly as she gushed and gushed which was her description. He was unable to disagree because he was aware she was leaking big-time.

But he hadn't unloaded.

"Oh my poor darling," she'd cooed. "Want me to suck you off again?"

"No," he puffed.

"What if I jerked you off?"

"No thanks."

"Then what, I'm beginning to suffer soreness as I'm not used to all this thrusting, or not a great deal of thrusting at all in recent times for that matter."

Andy grabbed her hand, sucked her middle finger and told her where to insert it."

"No, I'm not that kind of girl."

"Then what kind of girl do you wanted to be?"

"To constantly be nice to other people and be respected by them. To be loved by you and for you to bring me lovingly to multiple climaxes."

"That's admirable but what I've just told you to do won't make you any less popular with other people and if you don't tell that I get you to shove a finger up my ass when I've flagging they'll never know so will have no reason to respect you any less."

"I suppose you a right; I'll carry lube in future."

"I'll instruct you."

"There's no need; I've done it to myself a few times."

At that totally unexpected disclosure Andy climbed almost to the point of ejaculation but hurriedly thought negative thoughts and took in deep breaths, lowering his excitement levels a little. He may as well keep Shannon on her learning curve.

Her finger entered him with little difficult and he sighed, "Squeeze my nuts gently." Seconds later he lifted on to his knees, ripped off the condom and stroked up twice over his cockhead and released the first shot of semen that caught Shannon under the chin and the second made it to the center of her chest.

"My God, how did you do that? My previous men have never shot passed my belly button."

Andy said it was the power of her fingering and she looked ever so pleased. She said in a small voice, "Do you want to ass-fuck me?"

"Let's keep that for when we're both feeling in the mood."

She smiled and said what a good idea as she was nervous, only having had it done to her once and that was at the university dorm when the girls had a gang splash with some of them using strap-ons."

Andy boggled and allowed Shannon to see his expression; she blushed.

They cleaned up with tissues Shannon had in her bag and as they rested still in the nude he told her about his visit to see Sam Guthrie, who was not at home and in great detail about his encounter with Eva and it was her turn to boggle -- first that Eva what let anyone touch her hunter let alone shoe it and then when he began describing their sexual encounter.

"Are you sure you want me to learn about this?"

"Yes, I have no hang ups about sex."

"Yes, I've gathered that," Shannon said dryly. "But are you sure you actually had sex -- Eva always has been gay."

"She must be unworried that people think like that because I fucked her into ecstasy and she admitted to me she was a practicing lesbian but took up with the occasional male for the difference in stimulation."

"Good gracious, was she any good?"

"Almost quite brilliant -- she virtually had me away just by using her cunt muscles."

"Do women have muscles there that they can use?"

"Yes."

"Well I never."

"I believe it takes practice but just squeezing your thighs together to increase friction can be helpful to your partner -- or embarrassing if applied too early. We must practice -- also down at the lake we'll learn about what one of my girlfriends called her Kegel exercises. With her I thought she was capable of ripping my cock from my body, just using her cunt adeptly."

"Ohmigod."

"Have you ever done it Cowgirl or performed a sixty-nine with a guy holding you, licking you out with your legs above his shoulders?"

"No," Shannon said, wide-eyed and reaching to begin stroking his cock back to erection.

"Then guess what we'll be doing down at the lake house when we are not out fishing or tramping and Tony Jenkins gave me the location of a nearby horse trek ranch which would interest us."

"I can't wait to get there," Shannon grinned. "Oooh, look what's happening down here; it looks like we can manage another one."

* * *

Lucy was tight as a drum in curiosity but at no time did she catch Shannon and Andy at it. In fact despite her constant vigilance she saw little more than the chaste kisses whenever they parted during the day or when one of them went off to bed. She had been aware from her daughter's arrival home that Andy took in wake-up coffee, juice and toast to Shannon but was out again before he had time to exploit her daughter sexually -- well, at least not in a meaningful manner.

A mother knows when her daughter is having sex and Lucy knew Shannon had scored at least once. How did she know? She just knew. The changes in Shannon were singularly insignificant but viewed collectively Lucy saw that Shannon walked taller, her nipples had become almost constantly erect and she seemed to strut rather than walk normally. Even more significant, lately whenever Shannon walked away from Andy Lucy began noticed an ass sway -- not outwardly noticeable but she looked for signs and saw the subtle sway. As sure as hell Andy noticed it too as his eyes didn't leave her daughter's ass until Lucy disappeared from sight. 

Lucy was happy that they were doing it -- it's what she'd wanted to happen -- but damn it she wanted positive evidence! She'd twice tried wheedling it out of Shannon who simply looked her straight in the eye and said no. Oooh, the liar. The thought of them being away together for five days, behaving gross...um...like rabbits, racked Lucy with envy and unsettled her so much that she'd gone to the city that afternoon to resume her off-again on-again affair with her neighbor and lawyer Tony Jenkins who lived half a mile away. His wife still had him on a ration of once a fortnight, or so Tony had alleged over lunch before they went to the hotel suite kept permanently by his firm for VIPs. On a previous occasion the gallant Tony had told her what she was doing for him qualified her as a top shelf VIP. 

That evening Jerry, Lucy, Shannon and Andy finished two bottles of red wine over dinner and had two double whiskies before eating so Lucy had her confidence up. She suggested to Shannon that she should be packing for an early start in the morning and off went Shannon. Ten minutes later Lucy said to Jerry he looked tired; Jerry yawned and said he was off to bed, which left Lucy as she had planned: alone with Andy.




Andy Ch. 02



"I'm still disappointed that you are not traveling in the Corvette."

He smiled and said it was very kind of her but he'd decided the SUV rental would suit them as he and Shannon planned to undertake some forestry excursions that were restricted to four-wheel-drive vehicles.

"What else will you do while you are away?"

"Fish in the lake, bath in the hot pool at night, read and go out to restaurants."

"What about sex?"

"We haven't discussed that option," he replied evasively.

"But you must have been thinking about it?"

"Oh, I think about sex all the time," he grinned, looking at her breasts; she blushed.

"I'm tired so I'm off to bed," she snapped.

"Me too," he said. "Kiss me goodnight."

Go to hell, she thought darkly, walking off as if she hadn't heard him and was appalled at her behavior: I'm playing the part of a jealous bitch. She stalked into the bedroom, slamming the door and removing her clothes and scattering them on the floor as she went to the bathroom. She went to the bed, removed Jerry's book from his hands and then ripped open her startled husband's pajamas; she knew he had no reason to complain because a few seconds later she began giving him the best fuck he'd had in years, She was on fire and assumed he'd be thinking she'd must have sneaked a couple more whiskies because that tended to make her randy. 

The master bedroom light was switched on a 4.30 am as Shannon entered followed by Andy.

Shannon kissed her mother who whispered, "Have you remembered you contraceptive pills and to pack a good supply of condoms?"

"What an odd question to ask," Shannon whispered, tickling her mother under the armpit and then saying in a loud voice, "You two behave while we're away,"

Everyone laughed, Shannon kissed Lucy again and then Lucy kissed Andy and began weeping. "You look after my daughter to the best of your ability."

"Christ mom, we'll only be away five days," Shannon said.

"Drive safely and don't over-do the sex thing," Jerry said brightly.

An embarrassed silence followed until Shannon laughed and said, "Andy is a great driver daddy as well you know and we won't be away long enough to do anything more but fish, swim, read, eat and go on adventure outings. Come on Andy; let's go before any more weak jokes are directed at us."

Both were traveling light -- Andy tossed his one carry-bag in the back and loaded Shannon's four bags and turning asked with a straight face, "Is this all you're taking?" He took a light kick on his thigh, just missing his crotch.

* * * 

They journeyed south of Auckland and headed out to the East Coast via the Karangahake Gorge to Waihi and down to the coastal city of Tauranga for breakfast before heading for Lake Rotoiti forty minutes away.

As they hade left the lush farmland to enter the gorge Shannon made what appeared to be an ominous statement: "I've been thinking."

"Well done," Andy replied warily and was told to adhere to the recommended speed signs as they entered the winding river bed road cut on the side of steep hills.

"This is very rugged country," he observed.

"Most of New Zealand is rugged," she said, but these hills are only babies. I should tell you that Lake Rotoiti is part of any ancient crater and the nearby City of Rotorua is world-renowned as being a resort amid an active thermal area."

"But no active volcanoes?"

"Out to the south-west, yes but the only one emitting steam and the occasional rumble at present is regarded as being slumbering. They are in a cluster of three and the most active and highest one called Mount Ruapehu is approximately 9000 ft high and erupted in the mid 1990s after being quiet for fifty years, It threw ash up to 22,000 ft and disrupted air flights and Napier City airport was actually closed because of incoming ash."

"Wow."

"New Zealanders have learned to live with the menace; either that or they are stupid. The only two significant ski-fields in the North Island are on that mountain and it also attracts huge numbers of foreign tourists; it is relatively easy to climb to the summit in summer."

"So, was that what you have been thinking?"

They looked at each other momentarily before Andy had to negotiate yet another sharp bend in the narrow highway. He had time to catch her biting her lip and flushing slightly.

She almost stuttered. "I want us to step back from full-on sex."

Andy remained mute but coming out of the turn he over-corrected the steering and the vehicle lurched as he regained control and returned to his side of the road [which is the left side in New Zealand].

"Have you no comment?"

No longer smiling, Andy replied not until he'd heard more.

Shannon wasn't smiling either. "I've been rushed into this, the pressure I've experienced of being targeted and then the sex followed by your out-of-the-blue suggestion of possible marriage. This simply won't do -- this is no longer the age when young women can be carried along on romantic notions; I'm a modern, thinking woman. You have even suggested that this holiday should be turned into a sex-fest; your entire thinking appears to be carnally motivated." 

Shannon's eyes were now on Andy's knuckles on the steering wheel which had turned white. "What do you think?"

Andy stopped his attempt to strangle the wheel. It was hopeless impossible to over-power it anyway as Toyota built them for he-man adventurers.

"That's okay."

"What?"

"I said..."

"I heard what you said. What I want to know is what you think about it? If you have no answer I'll leave you at Waihi and bus home."

"I don't want you to do that."

"Why not?"

"Er, because your company is important to me, I like hearing you talking about, er, what you think and feel and you talk so intelligently and yet can be so funny."

Shannon looked surprised. "What, me funny?"

"Yes, like now. Your mind is blocked with an emotional problem and all you can see is the sex thing, so your immediate reaction is to shut down and back off until a solution comes to you. I guess this doesn't happen to you when you are involved in tight negotiations as you wouldn't have survived in the business so it must apply only when you experience personal emotional overload."

"Ohmigod."

Andy looked puzzled. "What?"

"You describe it as applying only to personal emotional overload; that nails me to a 'T'. No-one has ever isolated and described my prime emotional flaw so succinctly, not even my sharp mind and sharp tongued mom and certainly not me. How is it possible for you to do this?"

"Perhaps I do have a brain above my dick?"

"Other people have brains and have not uncovered me as you have."

"Perhaps I understand women?"

Shannon looked at him closely as if thinking he was teasing. "Oh yeah?"

"I only have corporate clients and only seven of the eight four or five clients are female."

"Really?"

"Yes, and I haven't attempted to nail any of the females despite the occasional come-on because my code is to keep my business life and my personal life separated."

Shannon gawked at him. "Is that true?"

He grinned and said perhaps his best answer to that was to say yes and remind her of his earlier disclosure that he did have a brain above his dick. "Do you still want to leave me in Waihi and bus home?"

"If you don't mind I'll continue on this journey of discovery. To my amazement I am witnessing the emergence of an extension of you I was unaware existed; I find this intriguing."

"Perhaps why this was to be five days in paradise during which time we were supposed to finding out more about one another?"

"Quite, tell me more about yourself."

"No -- in general discoveries are found, not presented; just take your time and more will unfold. You ought to have known I had some depth to me after what I did for you with Gigi. No way could you have jumped on and ridden her without several days of patient re-establishment of human interaction."

"Yes, quite right and never had I been able to ride her bare-back. How did you do it?"

"My uncle's advice was always to go to the source if possible or go back into the horse's history as far as one can. So I visited Sam Guthrie..."

Shannon smiled: "But he wasn't home, you found daughter Eva struggling to re-shoe her horse, did that for her and she was so gratified she allowed you to seduce her."

"That's an accurate summary. "Anyway, the bit I haven't told you was she was living with her father when the mare you call Gigi was born."

"Yes, of course; what happened?"

"A week later the brood mare was struck by lightening and killed. It was thought the foal would have been knocked senseless. She was found next morning and the vet recommended she be put down because she seemed traumatized but Eva defied both men and said she wouldn't allow that to happen. Her father said the foal would be useless as it would suffer ill-thrift and no-one would buy her so he gave her to Eva. She tried bottle feeding but that was unsuccessful. So she put her on to another mare that'd foaled about the same time and for forty-eight hours Eva remained with the hobbled mare and calmed it when the orphaned foal sought to drink. Just before the end of the second night the mare finally accepted Gigi and at dawn the mare and two foals were put out to pasture and Eva said they were fine from that point."

"Ohmigod -- I never knew that. No wonder she always enquires about Gigi when we meet; for a time she was substitute mother."

Andy smiled. "Eva's mother pitched in during the day, allowing her daughter to get some sleep but it still must have been a worrying and exhausting time for her. Then later Gigi began showing signs of being a semi-recluse and the vet thought that was a legacy of her being traumatized and advised Eva to give it lots of TLC."

"Tender loving care; so that's why Sam told me to treat her like that -- it was to lift her psychologically from feeling like a misfit."

Andy said Gigi had latched on to Eva as a friend and always responded positively when Eva came to talk to her even if she did try to bite or kick her at times.

"So Eva told you what to do to calm her and attempt to bond with her. I acquired Gigi when Eva had left home and was spending two years wandering the world and working with horses."

Andy said that's what he did, he talked to her and stroked her for an hour or so and then let her out of the stall. He slept in her stall for two nights "On the first night she awoke me a few times by breathing over my face. "On the second night she left me in peace so I rode her next morning; she was frisky but we sorted that out and after I unsaddled her she began that trick of resting her head on my shoulder -- the first time she did it I almost wet myself, thinking there goes my ear."

Shannon laughed and said that would have been her reaction. "You were wonderful being so caring with her and doing all that for me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"That's all the thanks I need," he said cheerfully. They drove along in silence for a while, lost in their thoughts. 

After breakfast in Tauranga Shannon directed Andy across the harbor to Mt Maunganui Beach. Good surf was running so she changed her mind about not going swimming and joined Andy. They were flipped by the crashing waves, they caught some and body surfed in until they grounded on the tidal mark. 

"This is real fun," screamed Shannon the first time they grounded and despite the swimmers and board surfers around them she turned Andy on to his back and kissed him deeply. He made no attempt to hold her because of her comments earlier than morning going through the gorge; but she grabbed his arms and pulled them around him and at that point he knew that fucking was on her mind. But they were stymied -- there was no place to go. So wordlessly they climbed to their feet and raced out to catch more waves.

Within an hour of leaving the beach their entered the Lake Rotoiti district and. Andy soaked in the charming atmosphere of lake, forest [the locals called it bush] and houses ranging from exotic to little dumps, mostly tucked away under trees.

"Gawd, they're had a bit upgrade since I was last here," Shannon boggled when they arrived as their loan house.

"Very picturesque -- quite amazing setting and the house is magnificent," Andy said, very impressed that it was only a thirty foot walk over grass to the private jetty alongside the boathouse.

He looked at Shannon and asked, "Sex?"

She answered coldly "No thank you" and fished out the house key and walked off, turning to ask, and "Are you coming?"

"Oooh, yes please and for me as well," a woman said softly. 

Andy turned and found a woman in her early thirties, almost bursting out of her bikini top and hand in hand girl of about four. Both were blonde. The woman said quietly, "You didn't hear me, did you."

"I did; when do you want it?'

Her face and torso colored but she kept her poise saying, I'm Jessica Franks and this is my daughter Jane. My parents are not arriving until Saturday with the boat and my older boy and husband. We are your immediate neighbors."

Andy stepped up to her and shook hands and he introduced himself.

"Strong grip -- what part of America are you from Andy?"

"Chicago," he smiled. "Kiwis appear to be great travelers, have you been there Jessica."

"Yes, nice city though I wouldn't fancy being there in the winter. Look, why don't you and your wife come over for coffee mid-morning tomorrow. I'd love the company."

"Great, we'd like that. My traveling companion is the daughter of my hosts -- her name is Shannon."

"Wife or girl friend or traveling companion -- it doesn't matter. Actually it's male company I'm missing most, if you know what I mean."

"No"" Andy said innocently.

She giggled and said, "Oh come on" and waved goodbye.

"Oh, there you are," Shannon said, her normal mood having returned. "I saw you introducing yourself to one of the residents."

"I'm not sure that she is a permanent resident. She and daughter are residing next door and her parents and husband arrive on Saturday. She's invited us over for coffee in the morning."

"What, me too?"

"Yes, that's to be expected isn't it?"

"I guess so. Come look through the house. I've given you the master bedroom and I've taken the main guest room next to it. The other four bedrooms are here on the ground floor."

Next morning at 6:30 Andy arrived with coffee, juice and a piece of toast for Shannon who kissed him warmly. She told him to fetch his coffee and when he returned she patted on top of the bed, not inviting him into her bed although he was ready to drop his shorts in a flash.

They chatted like friends and after she finished her coffee she rolled over, yawned and said she'd take a nap.

"I'll walk to the store and fetch the morning newspaper," Andy scowled, feeling rejected.

"And milk, eggs, toasting bread and butter substitute," she said. "I'll fetch what else we require later."

Returning, he gave Shannon the newspaper, received a brief thank you kiss and went out to cook scrambled eggs before breakfast. She appeared a few minutes later looking excited holding a flyer from the newspaper.

"This store in Rotorua is advertising its new arrivals for autumn and they include a range of most attractive office business suits I need. Can you take me to Rotorua as soon as we've cleared away after breakfast/" 

"I want to check over the boat and go over to fuel and take it for a test run. I'm planning to take you fishing this evening. You go -- you signed in as co-driver of the rental."

"Yes, that's fine. Don't forget to visit Mrs Next-door for coffee mid-morning."

"Oh, I'll cancel or reschedule."

"Don't be silly; she's expecting at least one of us, probably you. She'll be lonely."

"Okay, I'll push ahead with breakfast."

As soon as Shannon drove off the phone rang.

"Hi, it's Jessica. I saw your wife drive off alone. Will she be away long?"

"I really don't know; my friend has gone to Rotorua to shop."

"Oh goodie, she'll be away for a minimum of three hours. Come over now if you wish."

Jessica had that biting-bottom-lip excitement to her voice; he'd struck that before with women and had a clear idea of what was on her mind.

"I have to check out the boat and go across to fuel."

"That will take no more than an hour. I'll try to put Jane down so she's asleep by 10:00 and I can have you all to myself."

"Sounds good. I'll join you as soon as I can."

The runabout was similar to his best friend's boat in Chicago and the Mercury motor was identical. He followed the pre-start instructions on the list -- the log stated the motor had last been used only six weeks ago so the checklist for such a short time since last use was minimal. He opened the boatshed doors, unhooked the winch and the boat launched itself without fuss down the slight incline over rubber rollers. 

Docking after returning after topping up the built in fuel tank and the metal jerry can kept in a side locker as an emergency supply of fuel, Andy thought about the possible encounter with Jessica. Shannon had chosen to back off from sex so as far as he was concerned the first rule of disengagement was find someone else. It appeared someone had found him.

He arrived in baggy shorts, extra large polo shirt, cap, sunnies and nothing on his feet. Jessica met him at the opened front door, closed it behind them, kissed him lightly and placing a finger to her lips took him by the hand to the back room which was a sunroom overlooking a bunch of not too thrifty fruit trees.

Coffee and scones lay ready on the table. Andy had the option of sitting down and buttering a hot scone or kissing the cook; he chose the latter.

"Oh thank God," she smiled after the first long kiss. "I'd attempted to indicate I was interested but if you hadn't pulled me into your arms like this I was at the end of my rope as I had no Plan B; I'm not very practiced in being with another man."

"What would you like me to do?"

"Everything," she said simply.

"Well, let me see what you've got," he leered. "You seem to pack quite a punch up here."

"Help yourself."

He began unbuttoning her shirt and could see she was wanting him to speed up but he preferred a go-slow unveiling whenever he undressed a woman, no matter how many times he did that to her. The biggies were held tightly in a beautifully lacy light green bra and what lay beneath could be glimpsed through the material.

She pushed forward to hug and kiss him, making it easier for him to reach around to undo the three hooks. Quite an amount of milky-white flesh was unleashed forward and drooped a bit.

"I droop a bit."

"Don't apologize -- I reckon that's perfectly naturally, particularly once a woman has had at least one child."

As Andy pulled off the bra Jessica asked, "What do you think?"

"Well, truthfully there are more than a couple of handfuls there but they look great. I have plans for them."

She giggled as said her bra-size was 36C.

"I've view much bigger ones but for me beyond your size I begin to turn off. Is it true, "Big tits, big pussy?"

Jessica laughed and said probably no more reliable as an assessment that was the belief, "Big nose, and big cock."

They laughed and began tonguing while Jessica undid Andy's shirt buttons.

"Oh lordy, just look at your chest," she murmured as she moved away from his mouth to remove his shirt. "Does it feel like getting yourself off when you look at it in the mirror?"

"No. Does it have that effect on you?" he asked as Jessica's face turned slightly pink and she felt her shudder softly.

"Yes," she gasped, "but I almost had to rip off a nipple to pull myself over the edge; it was lovely."

"Then I'm free to leave?"

She growled, pulled him down on to the floor and pulled off his baggies.




Andy Ch. 02



"Oooh, no undies -- how convenient for me," she cooed, putting two hands around his erection and working on the protruding section. After a while he stood up and pulled off her shorts and panties and when he dropped back on the floor he pulled Jessica on top of him by the ankles and then pulled her until her moist cunt was just about over his mouth. He sunk in two fingers, she squealed and began thrusting against his fingers. That confirmed to Andy he had one hot woman to satisfy. He brought her to a heaving discharge but managed to hold back on his.

Three thrusting sessions later he rolled away exhausted, ignoring Jessica's pleas for more; he though she was one of the sexiest women he'd met for a long time and one of the most voracious. Andy smiled, thinking there was someone else he knew with similar potential if only she'd unfold her wings and soar: damn church schools and their religious spin on what they appear to term the sanctity of sex. Every woman was born with the right to have full on sex and yet religious teachers and advisers to parents put their holier than-thou spin on it to curb the natural desires of young women, confusions them and suppressing their God-given desires with brain-washing. He grinned again, thinking of the wretched faces of teachers and self-righteous parents who'd readily point at him and declare -- "Only a male would think like that; castration would be insufficient punishment for you."

In his opinion the first thrusting session had been the best, not only because he delivered an impressive load into her cunt -- she'd with illogical simplicity had said he looked clean and trustworthy and he offered the same complement to her so they decided not to use a condom. Andy was pleased to have the opportunity to send streams of hot sperm into her depths with them both red faced, sweating and straining. 

They'd climbed to their feet after the sixty-nine and she dumped her pulsating body on to the sofa and worked her way to the arm-rest over which her legs were already draped and she lifted her right leg out and back and placed it over the back-rest to give Andy a wide-open pussy to view. She didn't have to indicate what he should do and he didn't think about approach and technique. She said huskily, "Go to it tiger." 

'Tiger' growled, stepped forward and holding his dick in one hand for guidance, leaned forward and placed the other on the edge of the sofa for support and shafted that soppy-wet looking hole that the side flats had failed to close. He grunted once although that was not required as it slid in as if on ball-bearings. She squealed encouragement or delight and he smiled lustfully and he accelerated at the end of the insertion to finish with the true meaning sexually of 'a big bang'. Their crotches thudded together, expelling breath through her mouth due to her somewhat folded posture; she lifted her torso to drop her head back as her eyes rolled into their sockets. She bellowed only one word but because of its context it was more that adequate to stroke 'Tiger's' ego. "Nice!" The obscene way her tongue then dropped out to the side of her slack mouth almost incited the invading dick into premature ejaculation.

It was a short fuck but 'Tiger' knew he was rutting into prime real estate and she looked as she knew it too, her glazed eyes now fixed on his as he thudded into her time and time again. He began sweating because of the driving pace and although she remained absolutely still except in absorbing the shocks of his thrusts, she began heating up and that brought her into a slight sweat which he felt when he grabbed both tits, rumbled the engorged nipples and then began squeezing the big perimeters.

He only knew she was about to come when her eyelids began fluttering and quickly picked up space.

"I'm not ready," he gasped once he figured out what was about to happen as her chest, neck and face had turned a few shades redder. 

When she recovered from almost blacking out, se worked a hand under her thigh and squeezed his balls, making him yelp in pain into ejaculation and she groaned into hers second as his final thrust drove her back a couple of inches along the sofa.

* * *

Showed and lightly perfumed to conceal any remnants of his neighbor's musk and their ejaculations, Andy rushed out to welcome his reluctant lover home. She eyed him excitedly and as they kissed her tongue momentarily penetrated and then she pulled away from him, almost guiltily. That convinced Andy she was screwed up about sex -- it must go back to her childhood schooling as no-one like her could lack sexual drive having a sexy exhibitionist that was her mother. Then Andy pictured the extraordinary image of Lucy lying on top of her daughter, the view being from behind; a jelly doubled header dildo linked them and both had butt plugs. Then the image faded as quickly as it appeared, leaving him wondering dubiously if he'd just been sent a message of enlightenment.

"Come see what I've purchased," she said, opening the back door of the SUV. "Help me carry in a few things."

The truth was Andy had to make three more trips giving him the impression she'd bought of the store's entire stock..

"I'll have to go back tomorrow as I've worked out some other things I need."

There was accent on 'need'. Going back to Rotorua tomorrow eh? Andy idly looked through the kitchen window over the low fence to the neighbor's front porch and caught Jessica's little wave; she was holding her daughter who was rubbing her eyes. 

Although with her back to him Shannon asked, "How did you get on with that neighbor of yours that you think is so lovely."

Andy jumped guiltily as if she'd just read his mind; he was dimly aware that women seemed to have some unusual powers. He turned defensive: "Fine, I have not expressed a view that she was a lovely person and she is our neighbor, not just mine."

"Keep your shirt on," Shannon said, holding up the first of seven dark business suits, some of which came with both a skirt and pants. "Did you fuck her?"

Andy's eyes shot to the ceiling as if having a premonition that it was about to collapse on to him.

Right, he urged; be a man rather than a mouse. Be true to yourself you dirty swine.

"Yes, it was great."

Shannon didn't give him a scrap of credit for being honest with her. She just smiled and held up a floral shirt for comment; his response seemed to have satisfied her. But she had a great memory; Andy held his breath although knowing no women would let such a comment go without some savaging.

"I thought she would be good; she looks the type."

Andy what type was that.

"A women who likes her sex; I figured she'd be looking for it as you said her husband wasn't here with her."

"Er, yes."

"Are you going to tell me about it?"

"No."

"Thank God for that. What do you think of these suspender belts?"

"Cute -- does this mean you will be wearing stockings instead of those foul pantyhose things."

"Yes," she answered in surprise. "I was unaware you had any interest."

"One of the most provocative things in the world is a woman with great thighs bending over to pick something up and displaying her stocking tops; I almost wet myself."

"Good God, I never knew men also experienced such reaction. Men rarely talk about their inner thoughts and pretend they don't have emotions except with grunting into and out of sex."

"Well I just love stockings -- you could jack me off in thirty seconds I would imagine if you had your hand in a stocking."

"Good gracious, isn't this a day for confessions. We'll have to test that theory sometime," she said dryly. 

"What about these knickers?" she said, holding up a pair of see-throughs.

"I can almost see your hand through them and that's double thickness," he said unevenly.

"That's the idea. Since I shave fully there's no ugly hair to glimpse although I do understand some men love pussy hair and the more the better -- some women too, I daresay."

"That's a daring thing to say." Smiling, he took the plunge. "Have you ever had sex with Lucy?"

"That is not something a gentleman should ask, and often you act like a gentleman."

"Well please don't answer."

"The answer is yes -- only one short cluster of nights when we both felt lonely. But could we leave it just now although I do want to talk about it with you because I've carried the guilt for years. I also had a bad experience in France when a guy I was living with forced me anally one night when I was drunk and in Boston I was beaten up by a guy for declining to have sex with him and two others who claimed they were not married had lied, one telling me after he'd got what he wanted he was married with three toddlers and I found out the truth about the other guy I worked with when his wife accosted me at the supermarket."

"God, those would have been emotional times for you and put you off sex. I guess you overcome you restraint with me down on the riverbank because I'd been kind to you and Gigi."

"That was exactly it."

"Good, let's preview more clothes. Just let me say that I think you should befriend Jessica next door as she seems to have it altogether."

"It'd rather not, thank you," Shannon said somewhat frostily.

"I have invited her to come fishing with us this evening and to bring Jane who turns four on Saturday."

"No thank you, you host them. I'll have a headache by then; at least I would like you to tell your lady that."

Andy stiffened and ensured Shannon caught the look. "I ask that you think about reconsidering. For some reason I feel the obviously liberal-minded Jessica will be good company for you. Please think about it."

"What, so you can fuck us both together."

Andy strode towards the open door looking furious.

Shannon called, "I'm sorry. I was playing the perfect bitch. Please come back and kiss me before you walk off your fury."

Andy strode on.

"Please."

He faltered and turned and she held out her arms and said please again.

Andy kissed her gently and said he appreciated why she was screwed up. "The truth is I hadn't had a threesome with a couple of women but if the opportunity presents itself it would blow me away."

She kissed him briefly and then ran her hand down his chest, very slowly, eyeing him sternly. "You've not thought about me and mom that way."

He knew she'd caught the flicker in his eyes so knew not to lie. "Yes, a few times when awake during the night but never when I saw you two together. It's simply something I'd choose not to do, Shannon; never."

"Well, I'm pleased about that," she smiled, whacking his ass. "Off you go and get rid of you're negative thoughts and I'll attempt to triumph over mine."

Andy returned from his bush walk to find Shannon asleep on the bed with a damp hand towel over her eyes. He left the bedroom feeling glum and read until the phone went at 5.45. The caller was Jessica.

"Hi, this was supposed to be a wake-up call for Shannon in case you were late returning."

"You two have communicated""

"Yes, she came over to introduce herself just after you left. She's gorgeous Andy. She stayed for late lunch. Jane loves her."

They heard the bedroom extension being lifted up.

"Hello," Shannon said, stifling a yawn.

"His majesty has answered," Jessica giggled.

"Oh right; that's why the phone stopped ringing. I'm wide awake now -- have you eaten Andy?"

"Yes, and have been eaten by insects. I stopped on the track to talk to two elderly sisters who'd stopped for lunch. They handed me a beer and asked me to eat with them as they had over-catered as usual, they said. They have a sister who lives out of Chicago and visit her once a year so we had plenty to talk about. Is every one right for the 5:15 sailing?"

"Yes," chorused the women.

When the call ended Andy heard Shannon calling. He entered her bedroom and she faced him nude with her shorts and top on the floor.

"Two things: help me move my things into your bedroom if that's okay with you and then help me decide what to wear. Oh, there is a third thing to ask: do you one a quick one now?"

"No, let's have a slow one when we return. Here: fill my arms with clothes."

* * *

Andy was bringing the boat alongside the jetty after the launching when he heard the noise of three females behind him. Both women were dressed in baggy slacks, shirts and carried a jacket. Jessica strode forward and asked what she could do; Jane was holding Shannon's hand and pushed partly behind Shannon when she saw Andy look at her.

"First you can greet me with a kiss," Andy said boldly. It happened so quickly that he almost missed it: Jessica turned to Shannon who nodded.

Wow, women can be so cool, he thought as he received a short kiss on the lips from Jessica's fat, moist lips; she must have licked them as soon as Shannon had nodded her approval.

They were off, following Jessica's instructions and after ten minutes were trolling one of the reputedly 'hot spots'. The three adults carried their fishing licenses.

In the way of fishing Shannon who knew next to nothing about technique and was only ho-hum about fishing hooked the first one. Andy and Jessica reeled in their lines. Andy was preparing to tell Shannon to pull her rod tip up higher when Jessica stood beside her and quietly gave the same instruction. Andy looked to pick up the landing net but Jessica already was holding it.

"Why isn't that fish mummy's?" Jane frowned, the close proximity in the boat and the excitement of some action apparently had stolen her shyness.

Andy hadn't a clue what to say so tried, "Because God said so."

That appeared to satisfy Jane who went back to making her two rag girl dolls kiss.

Eyeing the sky Andy made the fervent wish that's all she's know about lesbian sex until she was taught at a senior level at school about safe sex by a happily adjusted teacher even if she were a lesbian.

"That's a six-pounder or I'm a Nympho," Jessica said, looking at the fat rainbow trout she'd just dumped from the net into the fish bin.

"Are you?" Andy asked. Shannon looked at him opened mouthed and Jessica looked at him and laughed.

"It's the name of my favorite fly for fishing the morning rise at the mouth of the Wairua."

"Andy!"

"It's okay Shannon -- I like men who are easy bamboozled."

From that moment Andy fished alone with Jane for company as the two women began their bonding under the guise of talking fishing. Soon Jane climbed on to his knee, yawed and fell asleep instantly, or so it appeared to Andy.

"Oh look at them," he heard Jessica say. That brought him out of near sleep, just as his rod end dipped and the reel began to scream.

"Take it," he whispered to Jessica -- handing her the rod and not her sleeping youngster. "I can fish anytime."

He heard the women whispering and knew they where looking at him although Jessica would be playing the trout. She landed a one-and-a-half pounder. They caught four more but Shannon was the proud fisher with the heaviest trout. 

Once ashore Jessica took the trout away to smoke them and to feed Jane who awoke grumpy. As arranged Jessica brought Jane across for a steak dinner, during which time Jane went to sleep in Shannon's arms. The two women talked quietly. And cleared away and went off to bed, feeling he was a lucky guy. The way Shannon kept looking down at Jane in her arms made him feel convinced he'd at last met the woman he would love to marry, to be with, and to mother their child or children.

At last? Until now he hadn't been totally aware that he'd been looking; but now he knew and the only impediment was convincing Shannon that at last she'd met her destiny.

He popped his head around the door to find the two women locked in each other's arms; they weren't kissing but he assumed they had. If he went in and exhibited his most caring and gung-ho character -- even if that seemed a contradiction but he knew the way women were able to think they'd pick up both vibes -- he sensed that would not rest well with Shannon after the ecstasy of multi-hole ramming had died and she was left brooding with her highly critical thoughts and loathing herself for participating. He went into the lounge to read with two thoughts very prominent from earlier that late afternoon and evening: the low-level excitement on Shannon's face as she gritted, determined to land her aggressively fighting fish and the sublime look on her face as she stared down, stroking the bundle of innocent charm called Jane. 

* * * 

With the apricot of dawn-light invading the room as a jewel of nature, Andy became aware that someone -- presumably Shannon -- had her mouth enclosed around his morning erection. He struggled to remain in that state that lay between being asleep and being fully awake. Andy was certain that was the almost erotic state known to people who believed in Atlantis, the Garden of Eden and other 'lost worlds' of mystic transcendence -- and drug users of course.

"Oh darling," he groaned reaching for Shannon's hair, only then aware that was the first time he'd addressed her by that word 'darling'. She registered her acknowledgement by scraping her teeth down his length and his cock relayed the message to him loud and clear through its multiple sensors. 

Shannon brought him to the verge of tingling climax but didn't pull away to steer his ejaculation over her tits. Instead he swelled with pride and gratitude, not doubt adding more to the outflow, when she swallowed him completely and took everything her threw at her straight down her gullet.

He thought that was magnificent.

"Pardon me?"

Goodness, he must have groaned that aloud.

"You were truly magnificent taking my dumped load."

She wiped her lips on the back of her hand. "My pleasure darling; I had an idea that would please you."

"You've taken me to Xanadu," he murmured.

"Pardon me?"

"You have transported me into a place of erotic fantasy."

Licking his cock and balls clean she said, "Oooh, that sounds lovely."

Sensing Shannon was in an euphoric state, Andy turned her on to her front and hauled her up on to her knees, butt pointing to the ceiling. He licked the pucker wet and not receiving any protest or physical rejection from her pulled up her left hand, licked the middle finger and inserted it as a makeshift butt plug. He then slid into her cunt and gave her an absolute bollocking until she screamed into a hugely messy release and at the same time brought him home with her.

"Oh that was amazing, absolutely amazing," she said. "I've never gushed like that; we are riding a wave of lust and affection."

"I feel like that too, badly. I best fetch a couple of towels before we are ferried out the door by the backwash."

"You are so funny. I'm so close to loving you."

Andy returned with the towels and after the clean-up they hugged tightly, lost in their thoughts. Over and over his mind repeated what she's said, 'I'm so close to loving you'. He guessed she was thinking about it too, either shocked she'd said such a thing or pleased that she had said it; he hoped it was the latter.

The phone went.

"Hello, Andrew King speaking."

"Andy, it's Tony Jenkins. How yer going?"

"All right thanks mate."

"You're begging to sound like a Kiwi."

"That doesn't require much intelligence."

Tony laughed and said he was now sounding more like a Yank. "I've just come off the phone talking to your dad. He seems to be my kind of guy and said what I see in you and hear from you will be exactly how it is. He'd want you back for a month to help with the transfer of your clients and then said I can have you. I think you will understand that I also sought a second option -- from Lucy."

"Yes, I understand."

"She said if she had to decide whether my firm should take you or Shannon then I should take Shannon if we required a skilled, knowledgeable advisor or you if we required a hard-nosed problem solver who'd wear any adversary down like a consummate seducer as she's seen you working on Shannon despite her raising the drawbridge. I think she was talking about sex rather than law but in the field of negotiations I reckon the parameters are roughly the same. What Lucy said reinforced my own instincts so when you arrive here on Monday you won't be assessed; the only subject will be your contract with us. Is Monday's appointment confirmed?"




Andy Ch. 02



"Yes."

"Good man. Now, is a suitable supply of smoked trout being readied for my two daughters and their families?"

"Yes, we went out this evening for the first time with Jessica from next door as our guide; we did well."

"That's great. Now this is a private comment Andy: you will do well if you manage to corner Jessica alone."

"Is that right?"

"Yes but I'll say no more. Welcome to the firm, buddy. Oh, something else -- I notice my wife crosses her legs whenever I begin talking about you. That's one person I'd rather you overlook Andy. The entire district is talking about how you've managed to subdue to very headstrong females: Gigi and Shannon. Look elsewhere if it's hot pussy you want, Andy; it's all out there waiting for you to indicate you're interested. Whenever I'm flagging in satisfying my wife during one of her over-sexed spells Jerry helps out and I reciprocate with Lucy; we have operated this neat little arrangement for years. Goodnight son."

Andy put down the phone half-dazed.

"Who was that?" Shannon called from the bath. Andy went in to talk. "Tony Jenkins -- he's been talking to my father and has offered me a job, without being assessed, subject only to contract finalization. He also asked your mom about me."

"When filled by his dick no doubt."

Andy ignored that, thinking she might be on a fishing expedition.

"Both my father and your mom recommended me without reservations. My dad requires me back at the office for a month to ensure the firm keeps the clients I will be severing; I had expected to do that."

"Yes of course."

"Fancy some time in Chicago with me?"

"Really -- of course. I'd be able to stay three weeks."

"I'll persuade Tony to give you that extra week. He acknowledges I'm a gun negotiator so he'll be easy meat."

"You really do fancy yourself," Shannon laughed.

"Where do you wish to be married -- here or Chicago?"

"Here of course."

There was a brief silence and then, "You bastard; you suckered me."

Although drenched with two handfuls of bath water, Andy called from a safe distance, "Let's set the wedding for one month after we start work. That will allow us to settle back in here and for potential guests from the firm to get to know us. I anticipate being appointed head of the international division so we ought to invite all of our fellow department personnel."

"You are assuming I'll work for you?" Shannon said ominously.

"No, you'll be my deputy working WITH me -- I'll negotiate agreement on that at my meeting on Monday. I realize I only get the top job because of my longer experience at the coalface."

"Truly?"

"Truly."

"Then I accept. Unclothe your loins because I feel the need of another hot fuck coming on. Carry me to bed. I want it long and very slow, ending in a roaring climax. Got that?"

"Yes ma'am," Andy grinned, mouth very wide and all teeth showing.

THE END



Andy Ch. 1



Okay so I did a little experimenting when I was younger but I had already made up my mind that no matter what, it wouldn’t happen again. I figured it this way- Andy was my best friend and I didn’t want anything to come between our friendship.

I was still living at home at the time so I figured that as long as Andy and I weren’t alone we didn’t have to talk about the night I gave my first blowjob AND we wouldn’t risk it happening again. It wasn’t like we had any intention of trying that sort of thing again. I guess maybe I wanted to be sure.

I was on my way to work one early Saturday morning when I noticed Andy walking toward my house. A sudden rush of blood raced toward my face and I felt kind of light headed. For this feeling- I hated myself. I stuttered a quick hello as I continued toward my car.

“Where ya’ off to?” He questioned as he continued to walk toward me.

“I have work to work this morning.” I replied trying not to make eye contact with him.

He looked a little disappointed and slowed as he reached the rear of my car. “There’s a game at the field today and I thought that you might like to join us, we need a quarterback bad.”

It’s strange what the thought of a football game can do to a guy. I stood there for a minute debating on whether or not I wanted to work. “Calling in sick one day wouldn’t hurt anything.” I thought to myself. 

Even if the thoughts of the previous weeks blowjob were bothering me I knew that even if I wanted something to happen, it wouldn’t. A dozen or so guys and no privacy would pretty much put a halt to any lust I might have.

“Why not.” I said with a deep breath. “I didn’t feel much like working anyway.”

I felt a little awkward as we headed off toward the field. Every time I thought of something to say, I pushed it off. I was either afraid I would stutter or something like “nice cock” would come out of my mouth.

Things didn’t get any better from there. As we waited for the other guys to show up we sat in the bleachers and talked about the weather and work and any other trivial things we could think of. Both of us purposely steered away from topics that might lead to controversial conversation.

Strangely enough the further we steered from sex, the more my mind raced in that direction. I started to recall his deep musk smell and how his soft curvature gently penetrated my lips. I remembered how the salty cum slid down the back of my throat effortlessly.

Just as I started to work up the courage to bring up last Sunday some of the guys started to show up. 

Damn.

It was a little chilly out and we all decided a game to 21 would be enough and even though football was my favorite sport my mind was stuck on sex, Andy and his taste.

Usually Andy played running back or receiver but I had all these nasty thoughts running through my head I directed him towards center. He was a big enough guy that not many people noticed his change in positions.

He grumbled a little but I think that was because he didn’t have a clue what I had in mind.

Every time I stood over center I made it a point to run my hand hard over the underside of his crotch. There were times I could feel his sack or his semi-limp cock against the outside of his jeans. 

A few times he would give me a dirty look or something in the huddle but even that didn’t stop me. I was lucky that the other guys didn’t notice what was going on.

I couldn’t even say who won the game.

Andy and I hung around on the field as the rest of the guys started to take off. Even then I still hadn’t worked up the courage to broach the subject of sex or what had happened between us last week. Even so, I am sure he could tell that I was a little turned on- especially after what was going on during the game.

We casually walked toward the far side of the field where the park ended and the wooded area began. My mind was off in another world but I followed Andy like a mindless zombie- it hadn’t even dawned on me that he might want to do the whole blowjob thing again.

Dried out sticks popped beneath our feet as we cautiously progressed further and further into the woods and the cool wind turned a little cold. I started to want to go back to my nice warm car and forget about this spontaneous trip into the woods.

Andy found a clearing about 50 yards from the football field and made himself comfortable on an old log. He just sat there looking at me with his deep dark brown eyes until I found a seat directly across from him.

Casually he leaned back against a tree and rested his hand on his leg just below his crotch. He looked so comfortable there that I decided not to disturb him. That was the first time that day that I had really taken a good look at him. Even though he was a tad overweight he was still an attractive man. I was even more aroused than I was back at the game.

Surprisingly he slowly started to rub his leg just below where his cock would be. I took it as an unspoken sign between us that he wanted something. It was like my whole body was driven by my desire for sex. I couldn’t stop watching him and I couldn’t stop from dropping to my knees and crawling toward his spread legs.

Andy moved his hand away from his leg and slouched down a little further toward me. I was mesmerized. I stared down at his zipper as if it were some sort of present offered up to me. With no hesitation at all I allowed my face to fall toward his lap and kissed his zipper and around the area I thought his cock might be resting.

He firmly took the back of my head and pressed my face deeper into his groin. I was beginning to detect life beneath his clothes. The tip of his rod was starting show below the surface of his jeans.

Franticly, with my free hand, I reached for his belt. Even though a couple hours before I swore I would never suck cock again, I was on my knees practically begging my best friend for it.

I tasted his manly aroma as soon as I had undid his pants and pulled out his magnificent specimen. I took a firm hold on his cock and started to cover him with light licks and kisses.

My body was on fire and couldn’t help but start to message my aching member as I sucked his meat into my mouth. Andy settled in on a steady rhythm as he fucked me between my lips. If I had ever been turned on as much- I couldn’t recall when.

I wanted his cock in my mouth forever but at the same time I wanted the taste of his sweet cum filling my mouth and then spilling into my stomach. I moved my hands to his shaven balls and cupped them as I allowed him to penetrate my throat. 

I knew he was near.

A loud popping sound of a twig echoed against a nearby tree. Fear paralyzed me momentarily. I took a deep breath and then nervously looked around the wooded area. It was too early to be doing this in public. I could hear it now. “Jamie is a queer! Jamie is a queer!” 

Obviously frustrated Andy moaned and took his cock into his strong rounded hands and started to jerk off. Even with all the fear in the world coursing through my veins I needed his warmth back in my mouth. I opened my lips and slid his cock-head back in. I allowed him to continue to masturbate while I circled his shaft with my tongue.

I lost my balance and slipped back away from him and before I had a chance to recover. Andy had shot his load across his masturbating hand and it dripped down and pooled on his stomach. 

“Oh baby.” I purred as I crawled back between his legs.

My own self-gratification intensified as I leaned in and dipped my tongue into his hot white cum. I could have taken all down my throat with one swallow but I wanted to relish his taste. I wanted to savor how it burned the back of my throat. If I could have I would have bottled it and saved it for later. 

His cock softened but I continued to suck him while I beat my dick feverishly. 

Andy cleared his throat and released the ironclad grip he had on his shriveling meat. I was grateful he allowed me to continue to kiss it.

“God damn you are a good cock sucker.” He groaned.

I came in my hand.

I decided then and there I would blow him anytime he wanted.

We pulled up our pants and without saying a word started to walk back toward the field.

That’s when I noticed him- a tall muscular black man sitting behind a tree about fifteen feet from where I had been sucking Andy’s cock. 

My worse fears had come to life. The cocksucker in me had been discovered and from this point on- there was no going back.



Andy Chooses



When the strike was over, Andy knew nothing would be the same in the shop. For 5 years, he had worked closely with the three women and built up a successful outlet selling clothes to a wide range of customers. The shop's success was as much down to the women as it was down to him. Sure, he'd brought better organisation, better accounting and stock control, but it was the 3 women on the shop floor who made the tills sing. And Andy knew that.

The strike had started in Head Office over a badly handled disciplinary incident and quickly spread. In no time at all, the Union had balloted its members and the disastrous strike followed. The customers started shopping elsewhere and sales were down. Now he had to make one of 'his women' redundant. 

Office procedures guided Andy about how to go about the selection. It had to Julie, last in first out. She of the jet black hair, Spanish good looks, and breasts that burst from her usual low cut T-shirt, or out of her tightly fitted blouse. Andy sighed. He never knew whether to leer at the occasional glimpses of lacy bra and breast or whether to look up her skirt at the stocking clad legs. He could jerk off just thinking about Julie.

Now she was sat opposite him and he had to sack her.

"Julie, you know why I've called you in don't you."

"No," replied Julie, smiling at Andy, "But I can guess that it's not to ogle me again."

Andy frowned, surprised; Julie's response was not what he expected. 

"Oh, come on Andy. You don't honestly think that we hadn't noticed. I'll give you your due, you looked and never touched. You're very restrained."

"I think you've got the wrong end of the stick Julie. Of course I notice attractive women but …but …"

"'But' all you like. I bet you dream of having me don't you."

"Julie," replied Andy, desperately trying to regain composure and control of the conversation, "I'm a happily married man." 

And then his voice trailed off. Julie had unbuttoned her blouse to expose her black, lacy bra cradling her voluptuous tits. Her skirt was rising quickly over her thighs as she slid down into the chair. Andy gulped as he saw the first glimpses of her panties between her spreading legs. Her black bushy hair showing through the translucent silk.

"Oh my god, you can't do that," Andy stammered.

"No? Well how about this then?"

And with that, Julie came around the desk, knelt down on her knees, and grabbed at his crotch.

"And this," Julie unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Her sharp red nails causing him to wince.

He was paralysed.

"Is this the sort of persuading you need to keep me on?" Julie asked huskily.

Andy was awe struck. Julie bent her head forward. Slowly and deliberately, she parted her ruby red lips and took his cock in her mouth.

"Oh my God."

"Let's see how far down I can make a lipstick mark. The further I go, the more you keep me in a job."

Julie gobbled almost all his cock on her mouth and squeezed her lips tight around him. Pulling back, she surveyed the lipstick ring almost at the base of his cock.

"Oh, sir, you must be bigger than I thought. I can't quite touch base," she laughed devilishly.

Andy was transfixed, still trying to come to terms with the sudden change to Julie. Her tongue danced over the top of his erect cock, gently swishing the pre-cum and taking it into her mouth. Her hands started a rhythmic stroking of his cock. Her mouth stayed tightly closed, encasing his head. He could feel her tongue bringing the tingling sensation that he so loved. His wife took him this way from time to time but never let him cum in her mouth or even over her face. And he was too much the gentleman to take advantage of his wife.

Julie was different. As Julie stroked and licked his cock, Andy began to regain his composure. He started to respond to Julie's encouragement, gently thrusting forward into her mouth. Julie swooped down to the base of his cock. She drew her teeth along it as she pulled her head back. It hurt him for a second. You bitch he thought. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face against his cock. 

"Fuck this," he snarled. And he rammed his cock back down her throat. 

This time he felt the back of the mouth. He held her head tightly. It was Julie's turn to squirm but as she did so, Andy's grip on her head made her eyes water as her hair was caught tight. 

Losing control at last, Andy fucked Julie's mouth. He held her head tight. He shoved his cock deeper and deeper, trying to get it down her throat. He knew women could deep throat and now he wanted to know whether Julie was one of them. Julie was now beginning to flail to try to break free. She felt Andy's cock choking her. She was losing control. Her fight to get clear became more frenetic. Andy responded, tightening his grip.

"Christ," he thought, "I could be done for rape." And with that realisation, he eased his grip with a sigh and Julie finally pulled free.

"Be gentle and you can cum over my face," she whispered.

Andy slipped back into his chair. He could feel Julie working his cock with her hands. He could feel her lips around his cock again, her tongue constantly flicking at the tip. His wife had once worked his cock in her velvet gloves, giving him an amazing hand job. The feel of Julie's lips reminded him of that night but the feeling this time was more exquisite. This was better than any hand job.

For a few minutes more, Andy luxuriated in the feel of Julie's warm, enveloping mouth. Luscious lips gently held his cock, her tongue teased his tip. She kept her eyes on him. Those big beautiful dark eyes, with the black eyelashes set off by the tanned skin. God she was a stunner.

Julie began to work his cock with a greater degree of urgency. Her movements became more pronounced. Andy slipped his hands down to feel her firm breasts. He pinched her nipples that were just freeing themselves from the bra cup. He began to pump against Julie's ministrations. He freed a hand and gently placed it behind Julie's head. With a sudden movement, he pulled Julie off his cock. Julie, surprised, tried to move away. She wasn't quick enough. 

"Oh, oh, oh nooooo. Godddddddd," he cried aloud as he splattered her face with cum. The force and speed of his climax ensured her lips and cheek took the full load of cum. Julie sat still for a micro second and then, with a smile on her face, licked his cock clean.

"Shit, Julie. When did you learn how to do that?" asked Andy as he tried to control his panting. 

"When I was at College, I had to pay the bills somehow," explained Julie, her voice smoking sexuality.

Julie rose and sat on the edge of the desk. Andy could feel himself getting hard again. He rose and edged closer. Julie pulled him to her and crushed his lips with a passionate kiss. Andy responded. His hands slid down his sides, he stood between her parted legs. His hands pushed up her skirt and he slipped his fingers inside her panties.

"Fuck me," she shouted, "Do it now, hard."

She grabbed his cock as Andy rammed into her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Give it to me; I'm your slut worker."

Andy fucked her, pushing her down on to his desk so he could better admire her body. She was smiling up at him. With another of those devilish looks from the big, dark eyes, her hands snaked down and inside her panties. She fingered herself as Andy fucked her.

"Now, now now. I'mmmmmmm cumming. Jesus. Give it to meeeeeee."

Julie convulsed a few times forcing Andy to cum inside her. She twitched a few more times like a dying animal but she wasn't yet able to orgasm.

"Yessssssss. Oh yes," she panted, "Finish me."

Andy had little left to give but Julie was not to be denied. Grabbing at him, she hoisted herself up off the desk and pressed herself against him to gain maximum penetration, grinding her pussy against him. Her grinding became feverish and then with a great whoop which shattered any illusion of a quiet dismissal interview, he felt her juices flow on to him. She was finished. A few seconds later, he pulled his limp cock out of a smiling Julie.

"Julie, I never realised."

"Typical of men, never notice anything about women apart from the size of their tits or arse. You could have had this long ago," and she parted the petals of her cunt with a big, wicked grin.

She hopped off the desk, tidied herself up for a minute and then went back to her chair where she sat demurely.

"Now why was it you wanted to see me, sir?"

"I was wondering, Julie, of the other two, which do you think I should let go?"

"Well, sir," replied Julie, reverting to a straight-laced voice, "Helen swallows, June doesn't."

"June it is then".

Three nights later, Andy had arranged for his wife to be out. Julie came round early. He took her on the sofa with little ceremony. Julie just lay there and let him, playing the prostitute she had effectively become. Afterwards, Andy poured them both a drink. The doorbell signalled the arrival of the visitor. Helen. Bra-less, mini skirted. There was no doubt that Helen meant business.

"You're late, Helen, he's already fucked me."

"I always miss out; bloody kids wouldn't go to sleep," replied Helen with a slight sigh in her voice.

"Well, we haven't cleaned up after ourselves so …"

With a smile, Helen turned towards Andy. She slipped out of her top. Whoever said more than a handful's a waste, thought Andy, had not admired these jugs. His open palms slid over Helen's breasts, with circular motion before resting on her nipples. Helen dropped to her knees and with a matter of fact approach, had Andy's cock out of his trousers and in her mouth in seconds. Practice makes perfect thought Andy.

"That's it, Helen, clean him up. And when you finished him, you can start on me."

"Promises, Julie, wait your turn until I've finished the boss."

Helen licked every part of Andy's cock, sucked his balls for a few seconds and then turned her attention to Julie. She took down Julie's panties parted her legs, and pushed her face into the cum sodden pussy.

"Make you sure you clean every corner out, Helen," laughed Julie as she started to groan from Helen's tonguing."

Andy stood transfixed by the sight of his two workers. Lesbianism, voyeurism. Every man's fantasy. And it was happening in front of him.

"Well, don't just watch, fuck her," encouraged Julie.

Andy knelt down behind Helen. Parting her panties, he slipped his erect cock inside her. No surprise that she was warm and wet. Julie ground against Helen. Andy pummelled into Helen, using his cock as a jackhammer and her tits for leverage. Julie groaned, rolled her head to one side, and shuddered as she orgasmed into Helen's face. Helen pulled her face clear, the juices glistening. She managed to pull herself off Andy's cock, turn around and take him in her mouth. 

None of them heard the door open. Nor saw Andy's wife tip toe into the room. She was just in time to see Andy explode onto Helen's tongue. Looking straight at Andy, Helen swallowed.

"Told you," trumpeted Julie.

"Told him what?" The voice was clear and cut through the heady atmosphere of lust. It was Andy's wife. Andy spun round.

"Oh shit, what are you doing here? I thought, I thought" he stammered.

"I can see what you thought, Andy. Now watch what I think."

And with that, Andy's wife moved across the room, hiked up her skirt, and pushed Helen's face into her panties. She held Helen's head firm, and face fucked her, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on her stunned husband.

"Whilst you've been ogling us over the last few years, and not touching, your wife's been enjoying us," whispered Julie, "I told you Helen swallowed, what I should have said is that she swallows your wife."

Julie pulled Andy down on top of her and pushed his cock back inside her. You can imagine the rest of the night but spare a thought for the sacked June. 

That same night, she lay on the desk thinking about how she had been forced to leave the shop. Still, her new job working as a Security Guard had its benefits. Like the nightly visit from the 3 black yard men. She called them the yard men because their cocks were a foot long and as every good college girl knows, three feet make a yard. And as she thought, a black cock drove her to another orgasm.