0 comments/ 104299 views/ 7 favorites The Move By: Shale It was going to be just a hot, sweaty day of work. Jose, a coworker of mine was moving from his condo to a suburban house with a lawn, plants, and too many rooms to decorate. He asked me to do grunt work for him with the furniture. He and Mario were finally moving in together after years of dating. Mario had to work this weekend, so Jose, me, Janice and Carol were making the move. It took all morning, but we got the guys stuff into their new house. Jose had to take Janice and Carol home and turn in the truck, so I told them that I would watch the house. Actually, they all laughed when they realized what I really wanted to watch. In the last trip, I noticed a young man next door cutting his front lawn. Jose told me I was a dirty old man, and he and the women took off laughing. I sat in the shade on the front steps, drinking water and trying not to look too obvious while admiring the beautiful young body in the next yard. He was a black youth, looked to be in his late teens, wearing boxer underwear around his narrow waist, with gravity defying baggy shorts hanging below his well rounded butt. He was shirtless, and a rather well built young man. His arms were thick and rounded, as well as his thick smooth chest. His abdomen was flat and tight, with ripples of muscles and a navel that wanted to be an outie but blended into a crevice in the abs. As he worked in the hot sun, the sweat covered his dark, chocolate brown skin, making it shine like the patina on a perfect bronze statue. It was a real treat just watching this young man moving his beautiful, taut, supple body while working in the yard. When he noticed me sitting on the step, he called over and asked if I was moving in. I told him I was just helping my friends who would be living here. He must have assumed that Jose and one of the women were a couple, because he asked if there would be any kids his age moving in. I told him there were no kids, and asked if he was still in school. His name was Terry and he said he was in the twelfth grade in high school. How old would that be? Eighteen? We were standing in his driveway, and he lifted his arms up and hung onto the garage door. His chest was hairless but he had little tufts of tight curls in his armpits that glistened as the sunlight bounced off the droplets of sweat that were trapped there. He was very dark and his features very African, with a large, soft, inviting mouth and round broad nose. It was all I could do to control myself and not appear too smitten by this beautiful young man. His mother came into the garage and I introduced myself as the friend of their new neighbor. I even suggested that my friend didn't have lawn equipment yet and perhaps Terry would be interested in doing yard work for hire. When his mother left, I asked if he'd like to come over and look around. We went through the yard, which I knew Jose would soon be landscaping and planting, but I also knew that he didn't care for the mowing and trimming chores. I invited Terry in for a soda, and we sat drinking and talking on stools at the cluttered kitchen counter. In the course of our conversation I must have said something that indicated Jose would be living there with Mario. Terry seemed confused at first, realizing that Jose was not with one of the women he saw today. I could see the moment of realization hit him, but he just smiled and shook his head. He told me that he barely noticed before, when Carol and Janice were hanging on each other in the front yard but now it made sense. I asked if he had any problems with two guys living together next door. He said it wasn't a problem, that he knew some really nice gay friends at school. In fact, he said he once got it on with a male friend from school and it was alright. Sex is sex, he said. It feels good no matter who is getting you off. Our conversation was getting pretty candid by now, and I ventured to ask what he and his friend did. He said they just played around and jacked each other off. Just the thought of stroking this gorgeous young man was making me hard, and I suppose Terry saw it pressing through my cut-offs because I caught his glance at my crotch. I told him I had to go take a leak if I knew where the john was. He said this house was just like his and he'd show me. When we got to the bathroom, I turned toward Terry and quite honestly confessed that I would not be able to piss right now because thinking about him jerking off made me hard. Terry made a nervous laugh and I could see the slight bulging in his own loose shorts. I touched his bare shoulder, it was cool and damp from sweating in the sweltering heat. Terry's laughing stopped, he looked at me as he took his hand and stroked it down my arm. I moved both hands to his firm chest, rubbing my palms across his nipples which I could feel resisting my touch as they slid across my skin. This was actually happening! Terry leaned against the hallway wall as my hands slid down his straight sides and rested on his hips. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his broad soft mouth. He seemed shocked at first, but then wrapped his arms around me and pulled closer, darting his tongue inside my mouth as our legs pressed against each others' bulging cock. Tongues entwining, my hands were holding his head as our mouths played their sensual penetration. Our lips parted and I nipped playfully at his broad round nose before kissing a line down his neck and chest, to squeeze a stiffened nipple between my lips. I could smell the tantalizing sweat from his armpits, radiating his youthful sexual excitement, and couldn't resist raising his arm and burying my face in his coarse bush. The smell was overwhelming and intoxicating and I licked and sucked on the wet, sweaty hairs while rubbing my face against his armpit, taking his odor onto my own beard. I rolled his nipples between thumbs and forefingers while running my mouth down his damp sweaty abdomen. I was on my knees by now, licking at the groove of his navel, feeling the coarse ringlets of hair leading to the edge of his shorts. I pulled his shorts down and felt the pressure of his stiff dick hit me in the neck. Moving my face around, letting it press against my chin and cheek, I could feel its turgor and the soft loose skin sliding against my face. I slid my face under his penis, licking his tight wrinkled balls, then sucking them one at a time into my mouth. There was the smell of cumin and a taste of salt from the sweaty work in the yard. While I sucked on his balls, his dick was dripping viscous fluid down the side of my head. Leaning back I looked at this beautiful thick ebony tube with a droplet of clear fluid hanging on a liquid string. The magenta head was pushing through the skin. Round and swollen, the head emerged as I slowly slid back on his shaft. When the head was clear, I ran my nose behind the ridge, savoring the slight smell of smegma. As much as I wanted to slip my mouth over this proud, hard rod, I reached into my pocket and got a condom. I hate safer sex, but I've learned to live with it. I slid the skin back and slipped the condom on the tip of his oozing head, unrolling it as my mouth started enveloping his dick. I took him to the depth of my throat, sucking and sliding my tongue along the underside of his head. He leaned against the wall, and I held onto his firm tight ass, fingers deep within his moist cleavage, stroking the wrinkled surface of his ass. I glanced up to see his head leaning against the wall, eyes closed and an intense expression on his face. I continued sucking his engorged young rod, as he started undulating his hips, his hands on the back of my head. Then I felt his hands press against my head and fingers curl as he stopped moving his hips in a moment of tension. With a breathy moan I can feel the spasms of his dick in my mouth and the warmth that fills the condom. He slid down the wall and sat in the narrow hallway facing me, legs spread. The cum filled condom is loosening on the retreating penis and Terry looks exhausted as he sits there with his eyes closed. My shorts have a big wet spot of pre-cum from my own excitement of the moment, and I get up and go into the bathroom for a few strokes to get my own hard dick down so I can take a piss. The Move Anne slid her fingers over the freshly painted walls marveling at the different textures as she walked through their new home. Admiring the scene of fresh spring blossoms from the new bay window, she then walked out onto their new terrace and stared across the huge back yard. She turned to John and nestled her body in his arms. "Thank you Baby." she whispered curling her shoulders back against his chest. "I can't believe we're actually here." His hands traced down her arms as he laced her fingers with his own then looked down at her with his contagious grin. Placing his head on top of hers, he squeezed her close and wrapped his arms around her small frame. "I'm thinking Lavender, Crocus, and Blue Bells around the terrace and Roses along the fence." She pointed at each section of the yard as she shared her vision with John. "I'm thinking a sandbox and a swing set, maybe a tree house in the middle of that old oak." John smiled back at her. "But, for the moment, I also thought we might get some old used brick from a house one of the guys at work was renovating and build a nice brick fire pit." "Do you know how to lay brick?" Surprised, she turned with a curious look on her face. "I think so!" He laughed and playfully pinched her butt as he replied with a devilish smile, "I can lay anything, including bricks, pipes, and..." leaning over to kiss her, "you!" Laughing as they reentered the house, they could both see that they still had a great deal of work ahead of them. Boxes needed unpacked, furniture, end tables, and bookcases sat jam-packed up against each other. Their queen bed leaned at an angle against a wall in their new bedroom; jumbles of unopened, labeled boxes were stacked throughout the house. Escrow had closed that morning. Even though they had moved most of their belongings from their old apartment to their new home, they were worn-out and ready to take a well-deserved break. "I'm too exhausted to do any more, what say we clean up, get in the shower, and call it a night?" John moved towards the stairs. "Definitely, nothing sounds better, hang on; we need to cover these." Anne pointed at the bare windows. "Want some help?" "No, go ahead; I have to find something to cover them with." Trying to think of what she might use Anne laughed as she looked around. "I'm starving! What would you like for dinner?" She shouted up the stairs, "I was thinking Pizza...delivered." "Sounds good by me, I don't want to cook, I'm sure you don't either." John yelled back down as he slipped into the bathroom. "Ok, pizza it is!" Anne reached for the phone book and ordered. *** Anne began to rummage through the boxes, continuing until she found the one box, the one, which she had written the word sheets on the outside with a black magic marker. Unpacking a mixed assortment of different printed pastels and solids, she stood on her stool awkwardly arranging the large wrinkled pieces of fabric over each curtain rod. She managed to keep her balance as she pulled the linen over the rods; pleased that the doubled fabric cloaked the windows enough to block the neighbor's view. "Well, it doesn't look the best but it'll have to do for tonight," she thought to herself. With her hands on her hips, she stood back and admired her work. The water splattering against the shower walls echoed down the stairs as she returned to the kitchen. She rummaged through a few more boxes and found some paper plates that she placed on the counter. Next, she unpacked the box that held the coffee pot and sat it next to the refrigerator. "Now where did I pack the coffee and filters?" She muttered to herself as she opened more boxes. A pack of playing cards fell on the floor. Surprised to see them she tossed them on the counter and continued her search. The smell of fresh brewed hazelnut soon percolated through the house. John finished his shower then stood in front of the new porcelain double sinks wiping at the fogged up glass with his hand so he could see his reflection. "Not bad," he thought as he brushed the back of his hand across the prickly shadow on his chin. Reaching for his razor, which had fallen to the bottom of the gym bag Anne had packed with both his shaving gear and her unlimited supply of cosmetics, he wrestled through the bag until he found a can of shaving cream, a razor, and some cologne. Soon his face was as smooth as a baby's bottom; he splashed some cologne around his neck, down his chest and down between his thighs brushing his proud package with the light citric fragrance. After he brushed his teeth, he headed back down the stairs. Wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, he moved up behind Anne. It always surprised him how his hands could wrap around her small waist, his fingers almost touching. He kissed her on the neck biting down on the sensitive skin. "You smell delicious," she squirmed as his bite on her neck sent a shiver down her spine. "Feel better?" "Much better," he said as he laid a playful swat on her behind. "No pizza yet?" he asked as he reached for a pop in the refrigerator. "Not yet, they said it would take up to forty-five minutes, you might want to get rid of that towel and slip something on before the delivery boy gets here." She smiled at him as she leaned over, moved her hand up underneath the towel, and gave an unmistakable bulge that appeared beneath the towel a playful squeeze. "So what's this?" She lightheartedly asked as her hand began to move up and down his stomach then further down encircling the hefty bulge. Moving even closer so the swollen lengthening knob would press against her stomach, she looked up into his eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "As much as I want to play I have to get in the shower. I won't be long but if you don't hear from me in an hour or so send out the rescue team, I've probably fallen asleep in the tub!" Anne told him with a grin on her face as she released him from her grip. She went upstairs and turned the water on in the tub. A light fragrance of spring flowers filled the bathroom as the water splashed against itself creating a tub full of bubbles. Getting undressed she flaunted in front of the full-length mirror inspecting her reflection. Kneading her aching sensitive breasts until they began to tighten and thrust forward she then let her hands glide down the curve of her hips. Pleased with what she saw she selected a hair clasp from the basket on the sink, pulled, and twisted her hair creating a frizzy knot on top of her head. Her tired body slid down into the hot steamy bath. Submerged to her chin she laid back stretching out her long legs until her toes touched the other end of the tub. She shut the water off with her big toe, and closed her eyes. John had found and put on the baggy sweats that Anne had laid out for him on top of one of the boxes in the hall. Looking around to see where he might set up the TV, he restacked a few boxes against one wall. Then he picked up the television and centered it on the boxes; soon he had cable wires connected to the back of the set that criss-crossed in a tangled mess across the carpet and into the cable jacks on the other side of the room. "I'm glad those cable guys were able to get over here last week when we called or we'd have no reception at all!" he mumbled to himself as he hooked up the VCR. The television was set up and running by the time the pizza arrived. He gave the delivery boy a tip, closed the door with the back of his heel, and took the pizza to the kitchen. Moving the pack of cards across the counter with his elbow, he placed a few pieces of pizza on a paper plate then sat at the kitchen table. "Almost time for the game," John said aloud as he glanced at his watch. He took the plate into the living room and sat on the floor in front of the television with the remote in his hand, switching from one channel to another. Anne rubbed the fragrant soap into a rich lather on her washcloth, ran it over her body then took her razor and removed the velvety curls between her legs. Running her fingers over the silky smooth skin, she rinsed off and lay in the tub until the water started to cool. She enjoyed the feel of her shaved pussy almost as much as John did. After toweling off, she hiked up one foot on the edge of the tub and applied some sweet flowery lotion to the satiny soft flesh between her thighs. The warm, damp entrance between her legs sucked at her fingers as she made lazy circles with her palm, then she poured more scented lotion in her hands, and rubbed the lotion onto her breasts and down her stomach. With a fresh towel wrapped snug around her hair and another wrapped around her body, she brushed her teeth then went downstairs. Grabbing a couple of pieces of pizza as she walked through the kitchen, she continued into the living room and curled up beside John on the floor as he watched the game. With his pizza in one hand and his eyes glued to the television his other hand playfully crawled up Anne's thigh. She spread her legs out of habit, which allowed him to move his hand up higher until she felt him touch her mound. "I love it when you shave your pussy; it's so soft and kissable." His thumb gently rolled over the slick little button, and then he leaned down and slightly pressed his tongue against it. Anne's body shivered from the touch of his tongue as she took another bite of her pizza. John's hand moved up to her breast and cupped it, twisting the tight little nub gently as he kissed her, then he turned back to the television and took another bite of his pizza. Once Anne had finished the two slices on her plate she went back into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, she pulled the towel up under her arms and reached for the deck of cards. Opening the pack, she shuffled the cards then put them back in the small cardboard box and laid them back on the counter. She took her coffee with her as she went upstairs to the bedroom to find some clean clothes. Her eyes twinkled as she laid out a set of black lingerie. The black under wire bra held her breasts high adding cleavage; the panties covered the front of her but left her sculptured behind bare, the thong disappeared between her cheeks and widened into a triangle as it connected to the elastic around her hips. She put on a short black spaghetti strap tank top then slipped into a pair of jogging pants tying the waist string so they lay on her hips just below her belly button. When Anne returned to the living room, she pulled out the full bed size air mattress they used for guests, attached the electric pump, and sat back as the mattress filled with air. John continued to watch the game. After the mattress was inflated, she stood it on end and pushed it in-between him and the screen, a failed attempt on her part to block his line of vision. His eyes never left the set as he helped her lay the mattress on the floor, then she watched as he set himself on top of it and propped a few pillows behind his back. Anne rolled her eyes at him then went back to the kitchen and poured herself another cup of coffee. Again, she pulled the deck of cards out of their pack and shuffled them. With the cards in one hand and her cup in the other, she went back to the living room and set the steaming cup on a box. She lay down on her back beside John and propped her feet up beside his head. Wiggling her toes slowly up inside his shirt, she rubbed her foot against his chest pinching his hardened nubs with her toes. He grabbed her foot and squeezed it, kissing the appendage as he rolled it in his hand. When the game went to commercial break, he lunged down on top of her, raised her shirt above her breasts then untied her sweats pulling them down below her hips, and started tickling her. Anne squealed with laughter as she hugged her knees to her chest trying to protect herself, she grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth down on hers. John's face split into a wide grin as his tongue wrestled with hers. Once the commercial ended he put his finger up against his mouth giving her the Shhh' sign, turned back onto his stomach and rested his weight on his elbows as the television once again captured his attention. Anne rolled over onto her stomach, pouting while resting her chin in the palm of her hand. He stared at her and burst out laughing. "It's almost over, a few minutes more and I'm all yours." Saying this, he reached inside her sweats, squeezed and kneaded her bare butt, with his eyes glued the screen. The round firm curve fit his palm as though he had sculpted it with his own hand. She dealt the cards out in front of herself on the floor, laid the queens on top of the kings, and the tens on top of the jacks. Then reshuffled and started all over again. She rolled over onto her back and fanned the cards out. "Strip poker, you game?" "What does the winner get?" John's eyebrows arched mischievously. "Whatever the winner wants, you game?" She grinned back at him, meeting his eyes, rewarding him with a sly smile of her own. "You know what I want!" His irresistible grin spread across his face as he looked down at her and pinched her breast. "You haven't won yet!" She teased as she brushed his hand away then sat up Indian style with her legs crossed in front of her. John sat up, crossed his legs in the same fashion, and turned off the television. Nothing could make John turn off the last few minutes of a game that included his favorite team except a good challenge, and this was definitely just that. Taking the cards, he shuffled and dealt out one at a time until both of them held five cards in their hands. "I'll take three," Anne said, and added "Damn," as she tossed three of the cards from her hand to the center of the mattress. John held the cards close to his chest as he passed the top three cards from the deck to Anne. "So, how many for you?" Anne asked. "I think I'll keep what I've got." John said, and added "Anything I want huh?" as his hand squeezed her ankle kneading his thumb against the arch of her foot. Anne rearranged the cards in her hand and put down three queens. John laid out a ten high straight on the mattress, and then grinned at Anne, "Take it off, Baby!" Then he added with a grin, "Oops, I mean, I am so sorry." He exaggerated the word sorry as he watched her put her cards down. "I'll bet," she said as she stood up and removed her tank top. Her breasts pushed at the confines of her bra, the nipples were enlarged and hard as she resumed her position opposite him on the mattress. Anne dealt and looked at John; she rearranged her cards then peeked up at him through her long eyelashes. John's eyes lingered on her breasts, his concentration gone. He loved her breasts, the way they looked, full, and soft, over the top of her bra. Her breasts had always mesmerized him, the silky soft swell as they thrust forward against her bra. "John...hello...earth to John... Are you going to look at your cards?" she asked. He blinked, bringing himself back to reality. "Yes...sure...the cards." As he fanned them out in his hand, he tossed two queens and a king on the mattress. "I'll take three." When he opened his hand again, he saw that he now held a full house...aces and eights. "I'm keeping mine." Anne called and announced that she held two pair as she laid down four jacks. John grinned at her naïve statement, stood up, and unzipped his pants. Fumbling for a foothold, his foot slipped toward the edge of the mattress, he lost his balance and fell hitting the floor with a thud. "John, are you alright?" A concerned look crossed Anne's face as she leaned over him. Lying underneath her on the floor his hands crept up her slender waist and surrounded both breasts, slowly he rubbed her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. "You poor thing," she giggled as she leaned over to kiss him. Using Anne's body to his advantage, he struggled to stand and regain his balance on the wobbly mattress. He could smell every part of her as he groped to hang onto her legs, then her hips as he climbed her like a rock climber climbing the face of a cliff. Once on his feet he pulled her close and kissed her, but as their tongues met, both lost their balance and fell back down on the mattress. Bursting into fits of laughter, they continued to grip each other and rolled onto the carpet. John felt her nipples as they pushed and strained against his skin. His hand moved between her thighs and he slipped a finger into the wet warmth. With a quick, shallow breath, she closed her eyes and parted her legs. He maneuvered over her as he attempted to remove his boxers. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer. He moved down and dove in-between her legs as he kissed the inside of her thighs. "Oh yes," he grinned as he maneuvered his hands between her legs. "I love these legs." John let his tongue guide his fingers along the firm softness of her thighs. "Their so silky, so smooth, I love it when my hands are here...and here...and here." He teased. She could feel his hot breath move closer to her thong as he gently spoke to her, his voice low, earthy, and sure. "You feel warm, so warm." He said as she groaned and held her breath. "Let's move this to one side." He said as his thumb pulled the small damp piece of panty out of the way. Anne loved the way John talked to her when they had sex, as though he were charting his way over, under, around, and through her body, like a navigator plotting each course. A feeling of cool crisp air hit her soft flesh as his fingers held the material back. "Much better, you smell like fragrant flowers, my tongue wants to lick and taste every inch of you." He moved his head between her legs. "This is so good, my dick is throbbing, and I want you so much." His tongue continued to move in between her lips, searching, probing. "A nibble here...and here..." His breathing ragged as he heard her moan. "I love this button." His tongue slide up and swirled around the tiny organ while his thumb slipped up and down the sensitive small arousal. Again, she moaned, but this time louder as her hips pushed up against his mouth. "So hard, my lips want to suck on it, to tease it." His mouth and tongue continued to suck and massage her sweet warmth; a smile grew on his face as her hips began to move in rhythm, up and down against him, her moans becoming more and more intense. "Ah, Yes!" He stuck his tongue out, hardened it into a spear, and entered her, while using his hands to hold back the pink lips. His hips moved back and forth on the carpet, he could feel the hard pulse of his arousal continuing to grow as it rubbed against the floor. "I can taste you, you are so hot." His heavy hot breath blew against her opening. "I love to make you squirm." He kissed back down the inside of her thighs. "You love it, you know you do, this beautiful little body of yours is quivering, twitching each time I move my tongue." He breathed in the flowery fragrance of the lotion, felt her hands grip his head each time her hips rose. He could hear her slow deep breaths; her moans and desires that escaped her lips, he wanted to get deeper and deeper inside her. Her encouragement inflamed his senses as he pulled her drenched thong down and exposed a pussy that glistened and begged for his tongue. He dove back in again, flicking his tongue across her slick wet heat. His wet lips began to glide up and down as he playfully tickled her with his tongue. Loving sounds reverberated through her soft gasps. Her unique body language told him to go deeper and faster. He leaned forward on his knees and bit the tight, hard nubs of her breasts passionately, then settled his entire weight over her writhing body. They kissed. His tongue circled, danced, and curled inside her mouth sending the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl. The caress of his lips on her mouth and the sweeping motion of his hand as it moved recklessly along her body set her aflame. She thrust her hips upward aligning his male member in the warm, moist folds. Her nails raked across his back, she could feel his erection grow as she dug into his skin. The Move "You want me to fuck you?" John teased as his mouth moved from her ear down along the curves of her throat. "Oh John, don't tease me," agonized gasps caught in her throat as she pulled in a lungful of air. "You want my cock deep inside you?" He whispered as he guided his member back and forth against the damp, moist petal-soft folds. "Yesss!" Anne shuddered as she raised her hips. Her clit pulsed... He slowly, carefully eased himself barely inside her. "You want me to fuck you until you scream?" Without waiting for her answer, he squared his hands below her knees, and pushed her legs up almost doubling her in half as his hot flesh entered her. The heat of her fiery depths made him withdraw, and wait, afraid he might explode. John lowered himself again as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper. He took her legs, placed them over his shoulders, and entered her fully in one deep thrust. Protesting with each withdrawal, her moans grew louder each time he entered her. John kept up the rhythm. He slid his blood filled hardened flesh into her as her back arched and she raised her hips up to meet his. Quick, ragged breaths escaped their lips. John increased the pace; he sank himself into her again and again, ravishing her with his hot bulging shaft. Anne shifted her hips and pressed herself up frantically against him. Shuddering uncontrollably in a chain of explosions as her orgasm ripped through her body Anne felt that strong, lovely sensation as it began to claim her again. His muscles glistened with sweat, rippling across his firm, smooth back as he penetrated her, and continued to pound into her hot fiery core. Closing his eyes, he clinched his jaw, his body shuddered, his back arched and he poured himself into her, shaking as he rode the wild and wonderful waves of sheer ecstasy. He could feel her spasms as they continued to squeeze, clinch, and milk the heat from him until he fell exhausted on top of her. Brushing away a long strand of hair from her face, he reclaimed her mouth then kissed the silky creamy nakedness of her throat. He exhaled a long sigh of contentment as he gazed down at her. Wrapped in a silken cocoon of euphoria she felt a warm glow flow through her as they both fell asleep, naked in the middle of their new living room; on their make shift bed, happy in their new home. The Move Before you read this work, please be aware that it is a very graphic depiction of a sexual encounter. This story is intended for adults only, and should by no means be read by anyone under the age of 18 years. I love to read your comments and would enjoy hearing from you if you like this story. I even want your comments if you didn't like it, provided you are actually giving constructive criticism. Please don't leave a comment if you are simply turned off by what the story contains. Just because you may not enjoy or politically agree with the portrayals, it doesn't mean that others won't. If you read my earlier work "Fourteen Days on the Mountain" you will be familiar with the characters involved in this story. They are Mike, Tiffany and Cheryl. This story takes place about six months after the wilderness vacation where the three met, and is a continuation of that story. I hope you enjoy this tale. ~~Odysseyker * THE MOVE After getting back to Denver, I couldn't get Tiffany out of my head. At first I didn't call her, thinking that the hold she had on me would wear off, but it didn't. I tried going to the gym, hanging with friends, and even tried picking up some women, but my heart just wasn't in it. So I broke down and called her after a couple of weeks. I figured I would talk to her, find out that she was chasing some guy there in Santa Monica and that would help me get past her. But instead, she was overjoyed to hear my voice, and as we talked I got the impression that she was in the same boat as me; she just couldn't get back into the swing of things. "How's your mom?" I asked. "Oh, she's fine," replied Tiffany, and then in an almost ho-hum voice added, "She's upstairs screwing some guy's balls off right now." I could tell that the nineteen-year-old blonde was in the dumps, but I truly didn't have the faintest idea what I could say that would comfort her. I knew what she wanted and, I think for the first time, I honestly knew that I wanted the same thing. We both wanted to be with the other, only there was a thousand miles separating us. "I really wish you were here," I confessed. "Yeah, I wish I were there too," came her disheartened reply. For the next few weeks we talked on the phone every night and eventually both invested in web cams so that we could video chat. Tiffany put on some hot and steamy performances for me, and she even talked me into jacking off for her a time or two, although I'm sure my shows weren't nearly as satisfying for her. One time, I was almost shocked to see two figures appear on my screen when the connection was made. It was my birthday and Tiffany had invited her 'fist-fucking friend', Tina, to come over. The pair put on a show that had me whacking my pecker without any coercion from them. When Tina pulled her fist out of Tiffany's cunt, launching her into a wild orgasm, I shot my load all over the keyboard. And while I had to invest in a new one, the $89.00 was well worth it. Before we left the cabin, I had told the teen that we 'might be able to meet in Vegas' and after seeing her thrashing around in ecstasy that night, I made up my mind to put that plan in motion. Two weeks later, Tiffany and Cheryl were already waiting for me in a suite when I arrived at the hotel. We had a hell of a weekend. I've never been to Vegas and lost so little money. Tiffany and I spent most of our time in the room, fucking and sucking ourselves into oblivion. Cheryl joined in a couple of times, but opted for the city's nightlife for most of the weekend. By the time we departed, I couldn't have gotten it up if my life depended on it. This parting wasn't any easier than it had been the first time and once I was home, I again found myself lonely and depressed. My buddies, Tom and Dave, tried breaking me out of the funk that I was in, but it was no use. I knew then that I had hopelessly fallen for the charms of the young blonde. Over the next month, the phone and web conversations Tiffany and I shared were difficult at best, even tense at times. Then there began to be lapses in the frequency of our contact. Not that I didn't make the attempt, but it seemed that Tiffany was available less and less. I guessed that she had discovered a new love interest, which didn't help my depression any. Finally, I decided that I was going to break the whole relationship off and didn't call for a few days. One evening my phone rang and I could see from the caller ID that it was Tiffany's number. I hesitated to answer, but decided, 'Now is as good a time as any to get this over with'. Picking up the receiver, I said "Hello..." and was surprised to hear Cheryl's voice greeting me, not Tiffany, on the other end. "How are you?" she asked. I replied with a despondent, "I've been better." There was silence for a brief period and then Cheryl spoke again. "What's the matter?" she posed. "Oh nothing..." I lied in response, which didn't fool her in the least. "Well if I had to guess, I'd say it's the same thing that's wrong with Tiff," she speculated. Cheryl went on describing the pitiful state that the teenager was in, and it was nearly a mirroring of the way I felt. "I can't even get her to have sex with me!" she finished. "Why hasn't she returned my calls then?" I quizzed, The matronly Cheryl quickly chastised me, "Because it's too difficult for her." I had been so deep in my own self pity that I hadn't considered that as a possibility. "But what can I do about it?" I asked, almost sarcastically. I nearly dropped the phone when she answered very matter-of-factly, "Quit your job, come out here and move in with us." I laughed and said, "You're joking...right?" When I heard nothing but silence, I knew that she wasn't. Finally she said, "We've got plenty of room and there are tons of engineering firms out here." After about half an hour of banter and serious discussion, it was settled; I was moving to Santa Monica. The following morning I put in my two-week notice, and by the time they were over, I had sold my old clunker of a car and most of my furniture. I contracted with a moving company to haul the remainder of my stuff and booked a flight to California. All of this was accomplished with renewed vigor and happiness. Tom and Dave just shook their heads and laughed when I told them what was going on, but wished me well all the same. They took me out for a farewell dinner and convinced me to go to a strip club with them. They even paid for me to have a lap dance, through which I kept imagining Tiffany doing the performance. The next day they drove me to the airport and bid me goodbye, charging me to keep in touch. Before heading to the gate, I said, "Maybe you guys can come out for vacation some time," with a wink. When I arrived at the Santa Monica Airport, Tiffany and Cheryl were waiting to greet me. Tiffany ran to me and nearly knocked me over as she jumped into my arms. I kissed her deeply and then said, "Honey...I'm ho-ome!" with a big chuckle. Not even considering where we were, or the fact that we were surrounded by hundreds of people, I turned and gave Cheryl a nearly equally as passionate greeting. I don't know if anyone noticed or not, and to tell the truth, I couldn't have cared less. I was looking forward to an evening of hot, dirty sex and that, along with the notion of not waking up alone in the morning, had me on cloud nine. After claiming my bags and trudging through the parking lot to Cheryl's car, we loaded up and set off for 'home'. Cheryl got behind the wheel and, to my dismay, Tiffany climbed into the front passenger seat, leaving me to ride in the back. I didn't think much of it, figuring it was just habit, but I wanted her closer to me. It wasn't too long before I found out that she had taken the front seat on purpose. As we drove and talked, I was looking at the very different surroundings, not noticing that Tiffany was busy ridding herself of her clothing. By the time that I realized something was up, she was naked and turning around 180 degrees, leaning back against the dashboard. "Are you enjoying the sights?" the teen chirped as she slipped a hand into her crotch. I was at a loss for intelligent words and just nodded my head 'yes' as I watched her. Locking her eyes on mine, and with the naughtiest of grins, she commenced working a finger in and out of her obviously wet pussy hole. Cheryl moved her right hand over and sought out her daughter's breasts, without taking her eyes from the road. While her mom toyed with her nipples, Tiffany reached back, fumbled with the glove compartment and then pulled a rather large and realistic looking dildo from it. Bringing the rubber dick between her legs, it was only a moment before she had about half of its length stuffed inside her. I sat back, my cock getting harder by the second, loving the sight and the mischievousness of the situation. I had to wonder, though, if any of the passing motorists were getting a good view. "I used this guy almost every night thinking about you," the little blonde purred in a seductive voice as she began sliding the phallus in and out of herself. "Did you now?" I questioned in response, my eyes fixed on her lewd display. "Uh-huh," she affirmed as the dildo entered her again. Feeling more and more excited and brazen watching her, I unzipped my fly and pulled out my stiff pecker. "But it's not as good as the real thing," I boasted as I shook my hard shaft at her in a teasing fashion. "No way!" she quipped and then pondered, "Looks pretty inviting, Huh Mom?" Cheryl moved her hand from the girl's chest and repositioned the rear view mirror so that she could see my lap. In the mirror, I could see her lips curl into a grin, then she said, "It sure does, and if you're not going to use it I'll pull over and you can drive while I do." "I don't think so, Mom..." the girl shot back, I'm still not sure exactly how she managed it, but she was in the back seat straddling me in no time. As her tongue darted in and out of my mouth I struggled to get my pants undone and wrestled off. When they were in a bunch on the floor of the car, Tiffany lifted her ass and suddenly impaled herself on my rigid cock. Her pussy felt absolutely wonderful as it slid down, over my manhood. I wrapped my arms around her naked torso and she began riding up and down my pole as the cars and trucks whizzed past us on the highway. It was another wild and provocative experience that I had never enjoyed prior to meeting the teen. I had, on other occasions, had sexual encounters in the back seat of a car, but never one moving down the freeway. "Don't you guys make a mess on my back seat!" Cheryl said with a laugh as she watched her daughter humping up and down on me. "No guarantees," I tossed back, my hands moving downward to cup Tiffany's sweet ass, one cheek in each hand. As she bounced on me, I edged my way forward until I was nearly lying down, my ass almost completely off the seat. The girl lowered her upper body simultaneously, keeping an equal distance between us. I was soon able to attack her stiff nipples with my mouth, and within a few minutes had her whining and moaning in joyous pleasure, "Mmmm... Oh, Mike... Yes-mmm." The pace continued to quicken with both of us becoming more and more vocal as our arousal grew. I knew that each of us was nearing our orgasmic release when I felt the car turn right and then slow to a stop. "We're here," Cheryl stated as she turned off the engine and swung her door open. "You two need to get out before you get cum all over my seats," she mocked as she exited the vehicle, quickly pulling the rear door open. A bit paranoid now, I glanced out the gaping car door, and to my relief I couldn't see any other houses nearby. Tiffany didn't hesitate and pulled herself off of my pecker, climbing out still nude. "C'mon, Mike... If you're quick, no one will see you," she taunted as she made a hasty retreat toward the back of the house. I grabbed my pants from the floorboard and just as I began to step out, a car passed behind us with a 'whoosh', causing me to jump. Cheryl laughed and said, "She told you to hurry, Silly... C'mon, the coast is clear." I scrambled out of the car and headed the same direction that Tiffany had went, my boner bouncing in front of me. As I rounded the corner of the house, I discovered the girl already sprawled on what looked like some kind of exercise mat that was laying on the floor of the covered deck. "Come here and finish me off, Lover Boy," she cooed with a big smile. Dropping my pants in a pile, I quickly shed my shirt and pounced on the blonde. By the time Cheryl rounded the corner, carrying my duffle bag, I was once more buried in her daughter's pussy. For the next several minutes the two of us didn't speak at all, simply moaning and groaning as we continued our fuck session in raging lust for each other. It was one of those times when romance wasn't needed, or wanted, only simple hard fucking. We were like a couple of animals rutting away until Tiffany bucked upward and paused, choking out, "Oh-Oh... Yessss," as she climaxed beneath me. When her body lowered back to the mat I resumed hammering into her while she tossed her head about, uttering unintelligible sounds. Within a few moments I followed suit, sounding off loudly as I emptied my balls deep in her womb. I ground my pelvis against hers as my semen spilled into her, my body flinching involuntarily as the orgasm subsided. Afterward we both lay there panting, my softening cock still inside her. I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her gently. "God, I missed you," I said, running my fingers through her soft blonde hair. I kissed her again and noticed a tear trickle from the corner of her eye. "What's wrong?" I wondered, concerned that I might have hurt her with my over zealous banging. "Nothing... I'm just so happy that you're here," she answered with a cracked voice. Kissing her tenderly once more, I said, "Yeah, and neither one of us have to leave when the weekend is over." Her arms wrapped around me in a tight hug and she crushed her lips to mine as the tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes. We lay there holding each other quietly for about ten minutes, until Tiffany regained her composure and said, "Let's get cleaned up and I'll show you around." Rising from the mat, I took her hand, kissed her again, and followed her inside the house. She led me directly to the bathroom, started the shower and stepped into the oversized tub. "C'mon in..." she beckoned and I joined her in the spray of hot water. We soaped and washed each other's bodies, paying special attention to all the right areas, and then exited and dried ourselves. She then led me to her room, where I found Cheryl had deposited my duffle. While Tiffany pulled a pair of cut-offs over her naked bottom, I dug into the bag for a pair of shorts and T-shirt that I always put in my carry-on bag, just in case... (not that an airline would ever lose any luggage). After dressing, Tiffany took me on the grand tour of the house and grounds, ending up on the deck that we had screwed on earlier. Below us was a patio that was accessed via sliding glass doors from the 'family' room on the lower level of the house. I hadn't noticed it before, but from this deck, there was a nice view of the beach and ocean, which was only a short walk from their secluded back yard. Cheryl had been right; there was plenty of room for all of us. The house had four bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, the family room, a formal living room and dining room, plus the kitchen, and another room that was outfitted as a home office. It wasn't a mansion but it was certainly upper class. "Nice place," I commented as Cheryl joined us on the deck. "Yeah, we think so... Don't we Sweetie?" she replied, rubbing Tiffany's back briefly, and then explained that it was thanks to Tiffany's father. He had the good sense to carry more than enough insurance to be sure his daughter and wife would have a decent life if he was taken from them. His death of a sudden, unexplained heart attack had left them without him, but not without provision. "We both work, but it's just to pay utilities and for spending money," she added. We chatted for ten or fifteen minutes before she told us that she was going inside to start dinner. Tiffany and I lingered for a while longer and then retreated to the house as well. "Want some help?" I questioned as we entered the kitchen. "Sure!" the woman responded with a smile, adding, "I don't think we've fixed dinner together since Vegas," referring to the disillusioned state that Tiffany had been going through. "Aren't you going to change?" I asked Cheryl. Giving me a puzzled look, she questioned, "What are you talking about?" I chuckled and teased, "I figured you were going to cook in your apron, like you did at the lodge." Rolling her eyes, she retorted, "I don't think so..." and we all laughed. It was wonderful to be in the company of these two again. Not just because of how smokin' hot they were, although that helped, but because of who they were on the inside. They weren't perfect by any means, but they weren't pretentious or shallow either. They were genuine in every facet of their lives, without being afraid, or ashamed, to be themselves. While we ate, the conversation turned to the sleeping arrangements. "I suppose you two will be staying in the same room," Cheryl pondered. "I think that's the general idea," I grinned. Tiffany interjected, "Maybe we should get a king size bed so we can all be in the same room." Cheryl chuckled and replied, "I don't think you guys would appreciate me bringing a date home and jumping in bed with you." Looking at me with a sly smile, the girl snorted, "I don't know, Mom... Sounds like fun to me." Shaking her head and laughing, the older woman said, "Well I can see that you're back to normal again." Ultimately, it was decided that Tiffany and I would move into one of the larger bedrooms the following day. After dinner we landed in the family room where we watched some 'chick-flick' and had a couple of drinks. And while she wasn't of legal drinking age, I wasn't surprised to see Cheryl mix one for her daughter. Especially after the two weeks at the lodge, where the girl had shown more responsibility with the alcohol than most of the 'legal' people there. Even though I didn't care much for the movie, it was a very enjoyable evening and it passed rather quickly. It had been a busy day and we were soon yawning and stretching, with Cheryl bidding us, "Good Night," as she disappeared to her room. Tiffany and I both knew that our evening wasn't going to end without another romp in the sack and, without any discussion, moved to her room. While the nubile Tiffany wriggled out of her cut-offs, I quickly stripped an flopped on the bed, lying across it with my legs dangling off the side. The girl finished disrobing and lowered herself to her knees, between mine, and quickly took my flaccid penis into her mouth. It took her no time at all to have me hard and ready, her warm lips slipping up and down my shaft. With my eyes closed, taking in the wondrous feeling, I felt her stop and pull away from me. I expected to feel her weight on the bed, but after a few seconds passed without it happening, I looked up to see what was going on. The girl looked into my eyes and said, "It's okay if you don't want to, but would you mind if we invited Mom this time?" I smiled at her and replied, "No, I don't mind at all... I'll even go invite her." I rose from the bed, went to Cheryl's bedroom door and knocked lightly. I didn't get any response and thought, 'She sure went to sleep quick,' but knocked again to be sure. I was about to turn away when I heard a muffled "Come in" from the other side of the door. I turned the handle and entered, instantly aware that the still fully clothed woman had been crying. The Move I was shocked to see the stern-willed Cheryl with tears in her eyes and wondered, "What's the matter?" She sniffed and looked at me, cocking her head as she saw me standing there nude. Realizing my nakedness, I said, "Sorry... Tiffany and me were... Never mind... What's wrong?" She grinned as I stumbled over my words and then explained why she was crying. "I'm just so glad that Tiffany is back to her happy self again," she started, then went on, "I was getting really worried about her." Moving to the bed and sitting down, I put my arm around her and said, "You couldn't love her more, even if she was your own flesh and blood, could you?" Cheryl shook her head no and I kissed her on her left temple. Knowing that she was all right and only weeping from joy, I felt safe in teasing her, adding, "You old softie," in a comical tone. Pulling back and feigning disgust, she chided, "Who are you calling 'old'... You young stiffy." "Huh?" I stammered, again forgetting my condition upon entering the room. She reminded me by reaching into my lap and saying, "Well not anymore, but I can change that." Her stroking fingers caused me to remember why I was there in the first place and I asked, "By the way... Would you like to join us for a while?" It was clear that she did when she stood and started to strip out of her clothes. I had almost forgotten how beautiful her mature body was, but was getting a chance to take in all of her again as she undressed. After she was nude, she turned to me and said, "Well... C'mon," then started for the door. Before she opened it, she paused and without turning to face me said, "Not a word to Tiff... Okay?" "No problem," I assured, and we headed toward Tiffany's room. It was only a short walk down the hall, but by the time we arrived, I had managed to work my hands around to the front of Cheryl's firm body to cup her hefty breasts as we walked. With my rejuvenated hard-on pressing against her fine butt, she opened Tiffany's door where we found the girl lounging on her bed. "What took you guys so long?" the girl questioned, drawing her hand out from between her legs, "I thought I was going to have to do myself." "Oh, we were just talking," Cheryl replied as she sat down on the bed. She grasped the teen's wrist, drawing her hand near her own face and then sucked one visibly wet finger into her mouth. Releasing it, the older female said, "Mmm... You taste soo good Sweetheart," and leaned over to kiss her daughter passionately. I watched as the first kiss ended and Cheryl began trailing more of them down the length of Tiffany's body. She worked her way over the girl's breasts and stomach, shifting to lie between her spread thighs. "Ohhhh, Mom....mmmm," the young blonde moaned as Cheryl's tongue contacted her vagina. While Cheryl continued orally servicing the younger woman, I moved onto the bed and lowered my mouth to the girl's breasts. I began to softly bite the stiff buds adorning the soft mounds of her bosom, bringing another moan of ecstasy from her. We attended to Tiffany for about ten or fifteen minutes, licking, sucking, and biting her. We kept it up until she was tossing her head and panting out approval of what we were doing, in an almost continual string of mixed expressions. I knew that if I kept increasing the severity of my assault on her tits, she would cum in short order. But I wanted this session to last a while, so I moved away from the young woman's chest. I retreated to the end of the bed and with a little 'pull and tug' soon had Cheryl repositioned with her ass lifted into the air, while she continued to eat Tiffany's pussy. I ran my fingers up and down between the cheeks of the woman's firm bottom a few times, brushing over her ass hole and finally coming to rest between her puffy labia. I worked two fingers into her damp box, paused to wiggle them back and forth rapidly for a moment, and then pressed deeper into her. After fingering her for only a brief period, her juices were flowing freely, coating my digits and lubricating her beckoning hole. Removing my fingers, I poised behind her and rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit, coating it with her wetness. "Muuhhhmm," she groaned into Tiffany's muff as I pushed into her, not stopping until I was fully inserted. I held my stiff cock buried in her for a minute or so, savoring the feeling of her pussy wrapped around it, and watching the contorted expressions on Tiffany's face as her mom lapped at her. Starting slowly, but rapidly increasing my tempo, I began stabbing into Cheryl's warm cunt, making her moan into the girl's crotch once more. But, not wanting to cum too quickly myself, I soon slowed to a steady rhythm, taking four or five seconds to push my length in and draw it back out until just the purple head remained within her. I kept this cycle going for several minutes, listening to Tiffany exhorting the licking Cheryl. "Oh-Uhhmm... Oh-Oh... Oh, Mom... Mmmm-that feels so goooodmmmm," the teen muttered, her eyes clamped shut in the throes of her lust. Suddenly, Tiffany's eyes popped open and she grabbed for her mom's head grunting out "Oh god... Stop... I'm about to cum... Stop, Mom!" Cheryl lifted her face and calmly asked, "Want to trade places?" The blonde nodded her head in the affirmative and started wriggling her body toward the head of the bed so they could make the switch. After backing away, she swung her legs off of the side of the bed and stood up, so that Cheryl could take her place. The brunette let her body fall forward, dropping to her stomach and drawing off my rigid fuck stick. She quickly pitched herself onto her back and assumed the position that Tiffany had vacated, spreading her legs to display her wide open and very wet pussy. Tiffany clambered back onto the bed and dove into her mom's crotch, noisily attacking the woman's cunt with her lips and tongue. "Oooo...that's nice, Baby," Cheryl sighed as I prepared to take her daughter from behind. Grabbing my slippery pecker, I inserted the head into Tiffany's hairless slit, bringing a deep, "Mmmmm," from her throat. I easily pushed the remainder of my manhood deep into the young woman and immediately set into a rhythm of long slow strokes. My pace was a little quicker than the one I had been keeping in Cheryl, but still slow and lingering. While I fucked her, the young blonde worked feverishly, sucking and licking at the older woman's gash. It wasn't long before Tiffany had her mom flexing and moaning, her hands mauling her own breasts, twisting and pulling at the swollen nipples. I could tell that it wouldn't be long before the girl brought her mom to an explosive crescendo, and from the sound of her own growling expressions, Tiffany wasn't far from climaxing either. Grabbing the youngster's hips, I increased the speed of my thrusting. Within a few moments I was pounding into her nearly as hard as I had earlier, on the deck, when we first arrived. Sweat was pouring off of me and dripping on the girl's ass and lower back as I hammered my turgid meat in and out of her delicious pussy hole. Each time I bottomed out against her firm little bottom, it forced her face to mash into Cheryl's crotch, increasing the friction of her lapping tongue. Both women were emitting a nearly incoherent babble as their impending climaxes drew nearer and nearer. A minute or two later, Cheryl heaved upward with a loud, "Uhhhnnnnn," as the first wave of her orgasm overtook her. Then, with her hind-end dropping back to the bed, she puffed out, "Oh-Oh... Ohhhh... Yes, Baby yess... Mmmmm," as the intensity crested and began to settle. The dark-haired maiden's stomach jerked and spasmed as Tiffany continued to tease her sensitive clitoris. At that point I was expecting a repeat of the multi orgasmic display from the last night we spent in the cabin, but it was not to be. Cheryl took the tormenting blonde head in her hands and lifted it away from her crotch, saying, "Oh, Honey... You have got to stop." With that, Tiffany raised her upper body, moving into the classic "doggie" position, supporting herself with her hands against my driving thrusts. Cheryl pulled her hips back a little and raised herself into a sitting posture. Reaching under Tiffany with both hands, she started teasing and pulling at the girl's eraser sized nipples. Tiffany gasped and then let out a low, "Mmmmm," followed by a string of encouragements to both her mom and myself. "Oh yeah... Fuck me hard, Mike... Mmm...harder, Mom, harder!" she wailed as I slammed my pelvis against her buttocks, over and over. Cheryl looked at me and gave me a wink while mouthing the words, "watch this." I nodded, guessing that she was about to do something that would push the teenager over the edge. I was right, because I had no more than acknowledged her, when I saw Cheryl's arm muscles flex as she stretched the teen's nipples harshly downward. Simultaneously Tiffany screeched out, "Ahhhhh... Oh-Oh-OHGAAWWD.. UHHHNNNN!" as she came in mighty fashion. Her thrashing body and grasping cunt muscles were enough to bring on my own release. With a loud grunt I slammed my hips into the teen's backside one final time and exploded inside of her. The cum spewed out of my cock in what felt like rocket blasts as I humped my body against hers. Eventually, she collapsed into Cheryl's chest, her face resting squarely between the woman's breasts, burying them under a cascade of blonde hair. My still hard penis slipped about halfway out of her, sending a tingling shiver through my body. I chuckled and told them, "You two are amazing." After a brief period of catching my breath, I withdrew my deflating pecker and flopped down on the bed next to the cuddling women. I lay there for a few minutes and finally let out a long, deep sigh and said, "It's good to be home!" THE END The Move Elsa watched from across the empty dining room as Mark handed the last of the boxes to one of the movers. Within minutes, the truck had pulled away, and Mark and Elsa were alone on a warm Georgia evening. It was September, so the heat wasn't unbearable, but after a day of packing and loading boxes, they were both sweaty and a little the worse for wear. The waning sunlight danced on the cherry hardwood in the foyer. It wasn't the fanciest house in the world; a small ranch on a quiet cul-de-sac. Really, it was scarcely different from many of the others they had looked at, but Elsa had been won over by the stained glass windows on either side of the front door. Delicate roses twisted and strained upwards on either side of the door, as if reaching towards the sun. But, it was something that personalized the house for Elsa, and now she sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor and looked at the glass. She closed her eyes, and a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. The house was no longer theirs. It was a perfect storm, really. A sub-prime mortgage, followed by financial problems as the rate adjusted upwards. Then, the restaurant had failed. Ah, that wound was still so fresh. The word "failed" still tasted so bitter! But that was it; the restaurant had failed, and the creditors had come like wolves, looking to tear a chunk of flesh from the rapidly dwindling kill. Somehow they had escaped without bankruptcy, but in just another two hours, they would have to hand over the keys to the house to a young couple with a baby. With the housing market in the dumps, they had sold at big loss to a couple who seemed to represent the limitless potential of the future. They'd already had their shot at a future, and come up empty. They had a big pile of debt, and a month-to-month lease on a tiny apartment in a seedy part of town to look forward to. The sound of a door closing distracted her momentarily, and she looked up to see Mark coming back into the room, dusting his hands off on his jeans. He was tall, just over six feet, and lanky. He didn't weigh more than a buck-eighty soaking wet. His blonde hair was close-cropped, almost military in appearance. Many years ago he had worn it shoulder-length, but once he started working as a chef, he didn't like the way it felt under his hat, and had been buzzing it ever since. It still made her smile to watch her husband in his chef's outfit. With his beanpole frame and chef's hat - his toque - he looked like nothing so much as a giant, grinning Q-Tip. He wasn't grinning right now. It seemed like forever since either of them had smiled or laughed in anything approaching a carefree manner. He looked up at her. "I think that's everything. I checked the back closet and the basement too." He glanced over at her, and concern spread across his features. "Elsie, are you OK? What's wrong?" He moved across the room and knelt in front of her. Elsa covered her face, hastily wiping the tear away, embarrassed. She hesitated, then looked up. He was staring at her intensely, his blue eyes flashing. It was too direct, too much pressure. She willed her gaze past him. The dining room yawned openly behind him, completely devoid of furniture, knick-knacks, anything. Empty. That's what it was . . . emptiness. It was pushing in on her, swallowing her, taking everything from her. They'd lost their restaurant. They'd lost the house. Soon there would be nothing left. She burst into tears, her breath coming in great heaves, and she fell forward into the arms of her husband. "Oh God, Mark," she sobbed, her voice quavering and hesitant, "it's just . . . it's just too much for me, Mark. I feel so empty. We've lost everything!" Mark made soothing noises, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "Shhh, Elsie, shhh." He stroked her auburn hair slowly and rocked her back and forth, just the slightest bit. Slowly, the panic subsided, and Elsa felt her pulse slowing. Her breathing eased, and she took a deep, shuddering breath and let it out in one long exhalation. They stayed like that for another minute or two, quietly rocking, while the sun dipped lower. The quality of light in the room changed, from a yellow summer sunlight to a soft orange like maples leaves in autumn. Mark pulled away, sitting back on his haunches. He reached up and pushed a lock of Elsa's hair back behind her ear. He looked around the room, deliberately, scanning the home that soon would no longer be theirs, and then his eyes met Elsa's again. A wicked grin spread across his face. Mark's grins were infectious; to this day they mimicked precisely the untainted joy that Elsa had seen in childhood pictures of him and his two brothers at his home in Ohio. Feeling the corners of her lips turn up in spite of herself, she asked, "What?" He shook his head, mute with mirthful delight. She burst into a smile and shoved him back off of his haunches. Sprawled on the floor, his legs and arms akimbo, he laughed out loud. Elsa flung himself on top of him, straddling his waist and pinning him down. "What is it?" she demanded, "Fess up, you!" Mark sat up on his elbows and regarded his wife with a sparkle in his eye. "I was just wondering, how evil would it be to give this house one last . . . test run?" She didn't quite follow him at first, but looking down at his grin, she suddenly understood, and felt her cheeks flush. "Mark!" she said in surprise, her jaw dropping, "It would be VERY evil! Like, 'burn in Hell' evil!" He placed his hands on her waist and wiggled his hips provocatively. "Who's gonna know? The way I see it, we have about an hour left to put our stamp on this place before we have to head for the hills. I can't think of any way I'd rather spend it!" He waggled his eyebrows at her comically. Elsa made an exasperated noise and turned away, trying to hide the silly grin that had broken out on her face. They had always been good lovers, although perhaps more conservative in the bedroom than some of her friends. Truth be told, after she had lost the baby, and then subsequently when they were fighting to keep the restaurant afloat, they were both often too exhausted or too depressed to consider it. It's not that they were avoiding it, it just . . . it was never the right time. Sitting astride him now in their empty house, she was hard-pressed to remember the last time they had had sex. Mark reached up and gently turned her face back towards him, looking up with those piercing eyes, and she felt her resistance breaking. Absurdly, she realized she was blushing. "Come on, Elsie, it'll be fun..." He wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her down towards him. His tongue reached her lips first, dancing softly along her lips, and she felt a warm fluttering sensation in her belly. She shivered and leaned in closer, but he wasn't quite ready to kiss her yet. Mark's hands, long-fingered and agile - perfect for a chef, even better for this - cupped the heart-shaped frame of Elsa's face and drifted slowly downwards, touching her neck and then the portion of her shoulders exposed by her loose t-shirt. Small trails of sensation blossomed in the wake of his hands, then faded, and she inhaled sharply. Those gentle fingers continued down, caressing the backs of her arms. Reaching her hands, which were against the floor supporting her weight, they traced the outline of each finger, then they returned back to her face following their original path. When they arrived at their destination, Mark held his face in her hands and pulled her into a full kiss, his lips warm against her. At the same time, she felt his hips move beneath her, and she moaned into his lips. Elsa pushed her tongue into her husband's mouth, tangling with his tongue, savoring the wet, smooth sensation. He tasted just right, he tasted like he was hers, and today, slightly nutty. Absently, she recalled the Planters' peanuts the movers had been snacking on all morning. She moved her hips from their perch on his stomach, past his belly, then gasped into his mouth as she met with his hips, surprised at how hard he was underneath her, even through two pairs of jeans. Warm, moist heat blossomed between her thighs, and her breath came in quick gasps as the friction rubbed against her. Mark moaned audibly beneath her, and his hands gripped her waist tightly, trying to prolong the contact. Suddenly nervous, Elsa sat up and looked around the room. It was still empty in all directions, but at least the window treatments were there, so anyone approaching wouldn't see them. She was straddling Mark in the center of the hardwood foyer - it couldn't be comfortable for him. She slid off of him, despite his protests, and led him by the hand to the living room. She turned back to him and tilted her face up, straining to reach him. At 5'4 and, well, a little more on the voluptuous side, they'd always made an awkward physical match, but hey, it was always worth working for! Mark met her halfway, and their kiss continued. He leaned in, pressing her backwards, and they half-staggered until he had her pinned up against the wall. He shifted his body lower, his lips still on hers, and ground his pelvis against hers. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his back, hands tense and grasping at him. Was he always this hard? She could already tell that she was getting wet, and she pushed back against him eagerly, trying to find just the right pressure. Mark's hands slid up underneath the old Georgia Tech t-shirt she was wearing, stroking her back. She was hot and sweaty from all of the work, and felt a flash of self-consciousness, but it quickly passed. He reached her bra and deftly unsnapped it, an action so graceful that it made her laugh out loud. "You were never so good at that when we were first going out!" she teased. "I didn't need you as much then as I do now, Elsie," he replied with a lopsided grin. He grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it rapidly over her head, bra in tow, and she inhaled sharply in excitement and surprise. Gently, he spun her body to face the wall, and began rubbing his fingers along her back, ever so gently. First they ran in vertical tracks, from the top of her jeans up to her shoulders, and then back down again. Next, they went side to side, painfully close to being ticklish, but all the more delicious for it. Then, suddenly, his strong hands pressed in firmly, stroking the muscles of her back, and she felt her knees start to grow weak. But, just as quickly, it was back to the lightest feathery touch. This time, up her sides, so hard to stay still. She squirmed, but he persisted. Reaching up and around her to her neck, he started there and headed downward, and she held her breath. But just as he reached her breasts, his hands moved outward, just barely grazing the outsides of her breasts on their way to her belly. They dipped lower still, sliding briefly just below the waist of her jeans. Teasingly, they ran all along the edge of her jeans, as if probing for a way in, then it was back up her torso. Only this time, they paused to trace an outline around her breasts, and then right up between them. As he brought his hands up to her neck again, his forearms brushed incidentally over each of her nipples, and she cried out involuntarily, and she could feel them stiffen immediately in reaction. She couldn't see him, but these faceless hands were torture. She couldn't imagine where they were going, what had happened to her traditional husband with the quick foreplay. They ran north and south again, and again brushed against her on the way back up. He spun her back around, and she could see the desire in his eyes. Her eyes drifted lower, and she could see the stiff outline at his crotch, straining against his worn blue jeans. She reached for him, longing to press up against him, but he fended her off, shaking his head with a smile that was decidedly more sensual than his earlier grin. She was surprised - normally they would have been done having sex by now. She wanted him badly, but was too curious to see what was coming next to disobey. He bent down in front of her, almost kneeling, and started in with his hands again, still avoiding her full breasts. She was aching for him to touch her there, her nipples stiff and exposed. She threw her head back, eyes closed. He leaned forward toward her chest. On the next downward stroke, with only his left hand, his fingers found the soft skin of her breast and traced five soft lines around its fullness. At the same time, he exhaled slowly, his mouth just above her breast, and warm, moist air flooded over her nipple. She groaned audibly, and her hands scrabbled on the wall, looking for any purchase. She knew what coming next, but was powerless to stop him as he repeated the same on her other breast. Suddenly anxious to see, she opened her eyes and looked down at her Mark, seeing the spot on his head where the hair curled in one direction. She was shocked at her breasts, how full and sexy they looked, shiny with a fine sheen of sweat, in what was now the early evening light. Her nipples stood out painfully, but she was afraid to move, afraid to break the spell. Mark leaned forward, his arms resting on the wall behind her. Now no part of him was touching her, and as she watched him, he extended his tongue towards her nipple. She was entranced. It seemed like forever before it reached her, and then it did, and a bolt of electricity shot through her, straight to her groin, and she very nearly bucked involuntarily. He immediately pulled away, then did the same to the other nipple, just the slightest touch. Then his tongue flashed out again, washing in a circle all around her nipple, and her stomach flip-flopped and she was sure she had soaked all the way through her panties now. She tried to pull him closer, but he resisted, going after the other nipple now, and adding his hands to the mix, caressing up and down her legs. Her hands swam and clutched aimlessly, unable to stay still, but forbidden from touching Mark. She had never felt so close to the edge as this, without him even touching her between the legs. Elsa couldn't control her breathing. She felt like she was running a marathon, with her breath coming in quick gasps, with each delicate, tortuous swirl of Mark's tongue. Suddenly, he took her entire nipple into his mouth at once, and she was overwhelmed by the steamy wetness of his mouth. At the exact same time, his callused hand found her other nipple, squeezing it hard. Almost in disbelief, she cried out loud, bucking her hips as a convulsive wave of pleasure began to sweep through her. And suddenly he was against her, his chest warm and crushed against hers, his cock rubbing between her thighs through the jeans, helping her finish. She staggered, unable to support herself as the sensation crested, and they slid to the carpet together. Shuddering, she whispered, "See, I knew we'd be better off in here with the wall-to-wall carpet..." Mark snorted in laughter, and reached over to kiss her. It was a good kiss, full on the lips, and the sound of their lips moving together was good, too. They stayed there like that, simply kissing, for a few minutes, while she came back to herself. His hands began roving again, this time not shy. They prowled over her breasts, fondling and rubbing the nipples, and Elsa's body responded immediately. Her whole body was flushed. She could sense the urgency in his stroking hands, and she reached for him, pulling them closer together, and sliding her hand up under his shirt. His wiry frame felt just right under her small fingers, warm and smooth. She ran her hand up to his chest, feeling the soft hair there. She slid a fingertip over his nipple, and smiled into his kiss when his muscles tightened in response. Out of the blue, Elsa was filled with a vast need to speed things up, to reach a different level of intimacy. She pushed him over, and grabbed his pants by the waist. He always wore them loose; she kept telling him he looked like a 16-year old, with his jeans hanging off his hips, and his boxer shorts sticking out of the top. So she just pulled them down, jeans and boxers together. He kicked frantically to get his shoes and socks off too, and suddenly he was lying there half naked in front of her, his cock hard and lying up against his belly. Impulsive, she leaned right over and took him deep into her mouth. He let out a strangled gasp, and twisted underneath her. This wasn't something she was very familiar with. She lifted her mouth off, and looked at his wet cock. She wrapped her hand around it, and felt it's heat and hardness. She slid her hand up to the top, sliding smoothly with her saliva. She did so slowly again and looked at Mark's face. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he looked like he wouldn't be able to take much of this at all. She felt a flash of arousal, and perhaps a hint of pride at what she was doing to him. She slid her hand all the way to the top, traced around the tip, and back down again, and his head tossed from side to side. She flicked her tongue out and licked around the tip of his cock, trying to apply the pressure evenly, which was challenging with him moving around so much. She dipped down again and took him into her mouth. He was warm, almost salty, and she could smell the musky, not unpleasant odor of his sweat. She bobbed her head up and down slightly, being careful not to nip him. Mark groaned her name. With just the tip of his cock in her mouth, she stroked him up and down with one hand, the other finding his warm balls and stroking them gently. Every so often she would swallow him deeper and then go back to using her hands and mouth together. She could feel his balls getting tighter against his body. She couldn't believe she was enjoying this so much. She couldn't understand why she had never enjoyed it before. Mark was in ecstasy, twisting beneath her. She couldn't believe how hot it was making her to make Mark feel like this. Mark reached down and grabbed her shoulders. "No, Elsie, no. Please stop, I want to be inside of you!" Elsie realized that that was precisely what she wanted too. She let him slide out from her mouth and caught her breath. They stood up, and Elsa undid her jeans, Mark anxiously helping her to slide them off. Her panties too, as wet as she had expected. Most times they had sex in the evenings, she took a shower beforehand, self-conscious about her body. She motioned upstairs towards the bathroom, and headed for the stairs. Mark came after her, but instead of heading for the bathroom, he tackled her from behind, dragging her giggling to the carpet three steps from the top. She could feel his warmth on top of her, and his cock slid along her thighs and up between her legs. She gasped and cried out as he found the right spot, and she was so wet that he slipped right inside her, pressing up behind her in a way they had never done before. Her breath caught. It was a wildly different sensation, and she was nearly frozen by it. He slid out, and back in again, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. Her hands gripped the carpet, and she shifted to make it easier for him. Mark's breathing was sharp behind her, and he pushed back into her as far as he could go. It wasn't as deep as when he was on top of her, but it felt so different. She could feel how hard he was each time he slid in and out of her - was he always this hard? - and his hands slid from her waist and caressed her buttocks. His strokes grew more insistent, and her breasts rubbed roughly against the carpet fibers. She could feel the heat building inside of her too, and pushed back with her hips. Suddenly, Elsa needed to see him: her husband, her lover, the person with whom she was going to spend her life. She squirmed out from under him and made it to the top of the stairs. She pulled him down on top of her, reaching between their legs to guide him inside of her. She watched his face as she did so. His look was intense as he pushed in as far as he could go. So deep, this way. He was filling her all the way up, and suddenly, she felt a rush of joy. She felt vibrant and full of life. Her life wasn't empty after all, she realized, and she gasped as he began stroking his cock into her, his thighs and torso making pleasant friction along her body. They slid together slickly, sweaty with passion, and she felt the wave begin to come. The Move The past few weeks had been such a brutal and sudden change. But he knew that it was ultimately for the best. It had happened so much sooner than he had planned, but the combination of his failing health and other concerns finally pushed him over the edge and he signed the lease for a nice apartment in a senior community. Geez, I'm so not ready for this, he kept thinking as the days were spent putting stuff away and organizing the place as he wanted it. Each day was filled with constant reminders that he was the youngest person in the building. The talk at mealtime was constantly filled with discussions about grandchildren and past exploits rather than today's events or plans to enjoy their last days to the fullest. So the days passed as he settled in and made new friends. At least he wasn't the only one walking around with a cane and he wasn't ready for a rolling walker just yet. A few of the ladies were even young enough to contemplate what a bedroom excursion might be like. But he knew it would be fruitless. His tastes had always run to the extreme end and even more so since his prostate problems. No one here could possibly be in to that. So even though it was nice to occasionally dream of Marilyn's huge breasts being subjected to various torments, her deep religious convictions were a definite turnoff. His neighbor next door, Julie was still attractive and looked firm under her dowdy clothes. But her docile and sweet personality masked a brain injury and mental disabilities that became apparent in just a few minutes of conversation. While his physical sadism knew no bounds, his emotional side did and it just didn't feel right to flirt with her at all let alone do more than that. So his days were now spent enjoying his non-structured life; minor errands for his acquaintances here in the senior village, basic domestic chores and spending way too much time on the computer looking at porn or reminiscing about his past glory days as a sadistic dominant Master. So helping Julie with various activities became a weekly routine whether it was taking her and her little dogs to the groomer or finding websites on the net or answering a plethora of simple questions that most people took for granted. Today seemed no different as he waited at the door for her to answer his knock to see what her problem was now. "Hey, come on in," she said. He noticed that she was wearing the same blouse as the past 2 days. "I've decided to go on a diet and I wanted you to have some of these snacks since you can obviously eat what you want and not worry about it." Yeah, like she wasn't already the skinniest women here. He could play with that apple shaped ass all day if she didn't giggle like a 12 year old at the mention of sex. So they looked through her cabinet and he picked out a variety of chips, cookies and other junk food to help her get started on her new Weight Watcher's diet plan. "I found something that I wanted to show you about my divorce. But here, I found some old pictures of my dogs too. So sit down and take a look." The two toy Maltese yapped and jumped around on the couch as he took a seat and started leafing through the photo album. There she was over the past 40 years with a wide collection of dogs ranging from huge Great Danes to previous toy Maltese yappers and almost everything in between. Still, she always looked nice with a big smile in each picture. "I'll be out in a minute; I can't find what I was looking for." "No problem, take your time." Ooooh, very nice. The skimpy bikini left nothing to the imagination. She sure had the California beach body back then. Holy shit!! The next page showed the same bikini bottom, but no top. And those big tits looked so sexy and white next to her tanned skin. Oh no, the next pages were even worse with no bottoms at all and as he quickly flipped through the album, it was a menagerie of her in various poses by herself and eventually with men doing those things that people have done throughout the ages. He nervously glanced at the bedroom door, but still he flipped on and couldn't believe his eyes as it progressed to increasingly harder play from double penetrations, huge toys, her gaping asshole (hmm, a natural redhead, who would have thought?) and bondage as her mouth was stuffed full with a huge cock while she was tied to a chair. "I used to be so skinny, didn't I?" He looked up and there she was standing outside the bedroom door. The silky negligee was tight in all the right places particularly her big breasts which the stretched the thin material so her nipples looked like they'd poke through. "I know that I'm kind of stupid compared to the way I used to be, but just because I forget some things doesn't mean that I haven't noticed or felt your eyes on me." His brain raced through all kinds of response, but he decided that the truth might be needed here. "Well, I just didn't want to start anything. We're neighbors and friends and I didn't want to complicate the situation." "I do appreciate that along with all the little things that you do to help me get through my day. But I still remember how good it felt to have a man wrap his arms around me along with other stuff." I then noticed that her necklace was a Triskele, the BDSM symbol. "Well, maybe we could at least talk about it." She stepped across the room and then straddled his lap putting her breasts right at mouth level and he inhaled the scent of her perfume and of her body in heat. "Yes, ever since I caught a glimpse of your girlfriend's Story of O ring, I knew we'd end up having this conversation...Sir." She reached up and started fondling her breasts in a rather seductive manner. He kept staring at those big nipples and incredibly they got even bigger. His own hands moved up and started squeezing and pinching her nipples resulting in a low moan from her. Then she lowered the straps and the negligee feel free and at once he started licking and sucking them. Using his teeth to lightly nip at her nipples, she kept encouraging him to do more and harder. His other hand slipped underneath her gown to fondle her wet slit and pinch her rock hard clit. He was too dazed and surprised to react any other way. Finally, he grabbed her hair and pulled her face away from his. "Look, this isn't such a good idea. There's no sense in confusing things. We're neighbors here and we need to get along as long as we live here." "Maybe that's true, but I know I'm bored to death without enough to do. I've thought about you often and figured that maybe you would enjoy having a sex slave to do your bidding once in awhile. Besides, the way my mind is going, I'll just forget about it eventually." Well, she had a point and besides, she was so docile most of the time, certainly, a nice prerequisite for a submissive. She felt nice enough in his lap, what could it really hurt? "I do promise to be a very good girl, Sir." "Good? My definition might be different than yours. Stand up and take that gown off." He stood up as she pulled the gown over her head and stood there waiting for instructions. "Sit down and show me that well used hole." Her face flushed red, but she did as told and spread her legs wide and pulled her labia far apart. "Come on, touch it and make it wetter." Her fingers rubbed her clit furiously and then she started sticking her fingers in her cunt, first one, and then two; eventually, she had four sliding in easily. "My late husband taught me the pleasures of fisting, Sir. Before he died, I was able to take a wine bottle all the way in to entertain him and his friends. I can take as much as you want, Sir." "Be quiet and get up on your knees and show me that big butt of yours." As she did that, he walked over to the table and picked up a hand shaped fly swatter. "Keep playing with your pussy, but I'm going to punish that white ass for being such a brazen slut today." "Yes, sir, I was very naughty to do this to you." So she continued to rub her clit and insert her fingers as deep as they would go. He started slapping her ass with the flyswatter and as her butt turned pink, her breathing grew more rapid and the wet sounds from her cunt grew louder. Her four fingers and hand was easily sliding all the way in to her thumb. So he turned the fly swatter around and started using the long thin plastic handle to smack her ass. "Aaaaah, that hurts, Sir." "Yeah, but you're enjoying it, aren't you, cunt?" "Oh, yes, sir. Don't stop." "My arm is getting tired, so you have 2 minutes to come or I'm laying you on the floor so I can beat that nasty big hole of yours." "Yes, Sir." Her fingers moved rapidly and circled her clit and her gasps and moans grew louder as she worked herself to a frenzy. His arm rose and fell harder creating such delightful stripes and welts on her now very pink ass. Just when he thought she was close enough to her orgasm, he stepped over and quickly slipped his fingers inside of her steaming wet cunt and with just a little effort forced his whole hand deep inside. Her cry of ecstasy was immediate and he could feel her cunt spasm and clench around his wrist as she came." "Oh, my God. Oh, my God!!" Her cunt continued to throb and spasm uncontrollably around his fist, but he eventually withdrew it from her with a loud slurping noise and her exclamation of delight. Looking down at her as she curled into the fetal position, he thought that maybe this move might work out for the best after all. *** As the weeks turned into months and time passed by, he became more accustomed to the routine of his new life in the retirement community. He wasn't sure if everyone was enjoying life here the way he was, but you just never knew what went on behind closed doors. He kind of wondered what that couple who always ate together got up to by themselves. He had been nervous at first with his new relationship with his neighbor. She was such a sweet person and everybody loved her. He wasn't too sure how long he'd get to stay if the community knew the games they played together during these long boring afternoons and nights. She may have forgotten a lot about her life, but her tastes for degradation and pain seemed to have stayed with her. His heart always skipped a beat or two whenever they ate together and she'd catch his eye and burst into a fit of giggles and blushes. The rest of the table seemed to put it off to her mental disabilities. Still, she would occasionally walk back to their wing and with a red face and a girlish giggle asking if he would come over for a bit later. Despite telling himself that he shouldn't, he always gave in to temptation and resumed their sick games. Today was no exception as he walked down the hall towards her apartment. He wondered what toy she'd pull out of her big box. He couldn't believe that her ex-husband had packed all this stuff for her when she moved from Texas. Considering what shape she was in at the time, he failed to understand how Tommy thought she'd ever get back to that level of play. But then again she was, wasn't she? The dogs started barking even before he knocked on the door. He could hear her fussing at them to shut up which never worked, but then there she was wearing a bathrobe over some kind of outfit. He could see the stockings on her fit legs and wondered what creation from Neiman-Marcus she had pulled out of her closet. "Come on in." Grabbing his hand, she pulled him into the bedroom and closed the door before the dogs could get in. He immediately noticed a large bottle of Astrolube on the bed along with rope and the quirt she had used to use when she had owned horses. A ball gag and blindfold rounded out the toys for the day. "I bought that quirt in a western store so many years ago. I actually had with me the day I fell off the horse and broke my head. I can't believe that it made the move." She pulled off her robe and he admired the tight black and red wasp corset that encircled her ribs. It accentuated her round ass and big boobs just right. Her legs were covered by lovely black stockings attached by snaps and as she turned around, he noticed the flare of a butt plug between her cheeks. "Does that feel nice stuck up your tight asshole?" "I don't think it's very tight anymore. I've been trying to us this big one and finally got it in yesterday and left it in for an hour. Then worked my way back up to it right after lunch today." Holy shit, he remembered that King Kong of a butt plug and couldn't believe she had that monster stuck up her pretty white ass. He felt his dick stir at the thought. As she slowly knelt on the floor, she whispered, "Use me anyway you want today as long as it's hard, Sir." He walked over to the bed and picked up the bundle of rope that she had laid out. "Stand up and come over here." She did as she was told and he had her stand at the end of the bed between the two large end posts. It was a heavy wooden structure that had survived the move from Texas. He started looping an end up near the top then grabbing one hand, he quickly fastened her wrist securely. In moments the other was secured as well to the other post so she was standing with her legs spread and both arms held up so her body formed a nice X. Since there was rope left over, he started wrapping it around one large breast attaching it the post as well and yanking hard on it he managed to pull her right tit apart from its twin so it looked toward the side. Her other breast was manhandled in a similar manner. Then he placed the blindfold over her eyes. He noticed that her breathing was speeding up so he assumed that she enjoying herself a little. "No one's going to hear you down at this end of the hall so I'm not gagging you today. I want to hear your whimpers as I beat you." "Yes, Sir." A quick flick of his wrist landed a nice little smack on her ass with a quickly reddening blotch. Stepping to one side, he started slow pausing to rub the welts that he was creating on her white butt cheeks. She flinched a lot and started moving her ass around in a circle as he upped the ante with harder blows. He could see her ass cheeks tightening as her anus gripped and squeezed the huge plug in her ass. He slowly moved up her back with the quirt until her whole back and ass was red with a mass of welts and marks. Stepping around so she could see him, he looked at her restrained breasts with their slightly bluish color. Catching her eyes, he watched as they flickered between his and the quirt in his hand. With a slight yes nod from her, he raised his arm and landed it right across her left tit. Other than a quick jerk backwards and a gasp, she said nothing. Just closed her eyes as she enjoyed the intense sensations. So he continued hitting her breasts harder and harder until she was moaning out loud yet never asking for him to stop. But finally, he did as he felt she was reaching the edge of her endurance. He stood behind her and let his fingers roam through her bush and felt the wetness that was starting to seep down her thigh. She panted hard as he rubbed her clit and stuck his finger in her sopping wet cunt. Kneeling, he slid his fingers deep inside of her and felt the intruder in her ass through the vaginal wall. Pushing against it elicited a sharp cry of pleasure from her. "More, Sir, please more." So he kept finger fucking her hole pushing against the plug in her ass. He could get four fingers deep inside, but no more. With his other hand, he moved the plug around in her butt. He could feel it slowly slide out a bit and he wondered, could he...? Taking a few seconds to rub her wet juices over his left hand, he gripped the flare tightly and pulled it out quickly. He heard her sharp gasp, but paid it no mind as he swiftly cupped his thumb against his palm and slowly yet firmly slid his fingers then his whole hand up inside her rectum. "AAAaaaaaaagh, nooooooooooo!" As he felt her anus tighten around his wrist, he kept rubbing her stiff clit furiously. Eventually, he felt her body relax and start shoving her ass against his arm. He braced himself as he held his arm up so she could ass fuck herself with his hand and she quickly moved towards her climax. Within seconds, he heard her scream as her body trembled and shook from her intense orgasm. Her legs were shaking so he slowly withdrew his fist with a loud slurping sound and a soft moan from her. Then he stood up and quickly untied her hands and helped her lay down across the bed. They lay there together as he spooned her and felt her breathing get back to normal rhythm He cupped her breast in his hand and idly rubbed her nipple. I guess the "Golden years may have some meaning after all. The Move I hate moving. Mind you, this was my very first move so my experience was, you might say, limited, but those of you who have moved and I must think that's most of you, know what I mean. My name is Sally. I'm a country girl and I was in the process of moving to the city for the first time. Oh, did I mention I hate moving? I'm twenty-one, considered pretty by most people, long blonde hair, five feet nine, slim, good legs, firm breasts, firm enough that I don't often wear a bra, with annoyingly pointy nipples that stick out noticeably whenever I get excited. Or cold! Both of which seem to happen often, much more often than I would like. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of three years so the move came at a very good time for me. A clean break, though the relationship was never the world's greatest love affair, at least for me. He was a nice enough guy but there was always something missing, so enough was enough. I parked in the lot behind the apartment building and was in the process of moving my clothes, kitchen utensils and the like, anything, in fact, I could carry in my car, to my apartment. As I walked down the hall, the door of the apartment next to mine opened and a tall, beautiful red-haired girl, dressed in a robe, came out, apparently to get a newspaper that was lying on the carpet just outside the door. She noticed me, and with a big smile said "Hi there, just moving in? Why don't you wait until I throw some clothes on and I'll come and give you a hand, in fact I'll bring my partner with me and you'll be done that much faster. Many hands, etc, etc!" "That's so kind of you," I replied, "but I really haven't got much to move." "Then we'll be done that much faster, won't we. Back in a sec." answered the red-haired girl with a smile and vanished into her apartment. I opened my door, deposited what I was carrying and almost before I could turn around, the red-haired girl was back, accompanied by a much shorter, black-haired girl, both of them wearing t-shirts, jeans and running shoes. "Let's start this off right," she said. "I'm Mel, short for Melissa, can you imagine, and this gorgeous girl is Wendy. Looks as though we're going to be your neighbors." I introduced myself and we made our way back to the car. Mel was right, just three more trips and everything was moved and the pain was over! The two girls even helped me to organize my things in the apartment, to put my clothes away, rather embarrassing as my clothing, especially my underwear, was very plain and some of it quite old. They were very kind, however, and didn't say anything, for which I was very grateful. We finished quickly and Mel and Wendy insisted that I come back to their apartment for a coffee and to relax for a while, to which I readily agreed. "So," said Mel with a big grin when we were sitting down with our coffees, "not that we're nosy, but tell us all about yourself." So I did, about my life in the country, about my new job in the city, even about my recently ended love affair. "So what made you break it off after three years?" Mel asked. "Didn't you like him any more or was there some other reason? I am a nosy bugger, aren't I! Just tell me to shut up if you like!" "No, that's okay." I replied, laughing. "I don't know why I broke it off, but there was always something missing in the relationship. I mean, we got on fine, the sex was pretty good but the thought of spending the rest of my life with him made me break out in hives. Bit of an exaggeration, but you now what I mean." "Well I think you were lucky to find that out before it went any further." said Mel. "You're a very wise girl and more power to you." "So that's enough about me," I replied, "now it's your turn." "Well," grinned Mel, "we're both city girls, have lived here all our lives. We're partners, lovers, call it what you will. We're lesbians and we live together. I hope that doesn't bother you, Sally." I answered as honestly as I could "No Mel, it doesn't bother me but I'm not sure I totally understand what a lesbian is. I know that must sound pretty naive, but I never seemed to run into any in the country. Not that I would have known if I had or not." Mel and Wendy moved closer to each other on the sofa and stared into each other's eyes. Mel said, in a quiet voice, "We love each other, Sally. We discovered a long time ago, long before we met, in fact, that we preferred the company of women to men and that we only wanted to have sex with women. We met about two years ago, fell in love and we've been together ever since." " "Don't worry, Sally, we're not going to attack you, you're quite safe with us." Wendy added with a grin. I blushed and stammered "I'm not worried, Mel, I feel totally safe with you, why wouldn't I? But thank you for explaining. I've heard the word before, of course, but I never really understood it. I think I do now." "Listen, I probably shouldn't suggest this," said Wendy, "but we're going to a club tonight, a lesbian club, no men. Would you like to join us? We'll take good care of you, I promise, but it'll give you a better idea of what we're all about and if you don't have any other plans you might even have fun." I thought for a minute before answering. "I'd love to come, Wendy. I'm going to be very nervous but as long as I'm with you I'll feel safe, I'm sure." "Then you go and sort out a nice outfit and we'll pick you up at seven o'clock. OK?" said Mel. I agreed and as it was already late afternoon I went back to my new home and had a meal before doing what I was dreading - finding a decent outfit to wear. I chose a dark red blouse and fairly short, matching skirt, a black, new uplift bra and black thong that I once bought in a fit of bravery and which was still quite new, unworn in fact. A pair of nude tights and black medium heels completed the picture. This chore completed, I had a shower, dried myself off, applied makeup, not much, some perfume, also not much, dressed in my 'finery' and I was ready for whatever the evening might bring. I was so nervous I was almost wetting my pants! There was a knock on the door and there were Mel and Wendy, dressed to the nines. I really felt quite dowdy alongside them, though they went out of their way to compliment me on how I looked. We took the subway to the club, which was only four stops away, in the city center and were very quickly there. By now I was really nervous and the girls had to work hard to reassure me. "Listen," said Wendy "if you can't stand it, we'll leave. We've dragged you here so that's the very least we can do." "No, Mel," I smiled, "I agreed to come and I've no intention of ruining your night out. I'll be fine once I get used to the idea, honestly. Now, let's get in there and have fun." We entered the club and I was pleasantly encouraged to find that it wasn't at all what I expected, me, who had never been in a club in her life! It had muted lighting with a lot of comfortable seating. Mel led the way to a semi-circular booth covered with dark blue plush material around a table alongside the dance floor, she and Wendy waving to friends as we walked to it. We sat and ordered drinks from a waitress who arrived almost immediately and this done, Mel and Wendy got up to dance. I spent the next couple of hours, chatting with the girls when they weren't dancing and being asked to dance frequently by women of all ages. Once I was over the strangeness of dancing with a woman I realized that I was beginning to really enjoy myself. About two hours into the evening a tall, extremely beautiful, well-built girl with a cap of blonde curls, about my height, dressed in a very short, white dress buttoned down the front came up to me and with an enormous smile asked me to dance. She took me in her arms, she was obviously going to lead, and we started dancing. We were about the same height and I was very, very conscious that our breasts were touching, I could feel my nipples getting hard, as were hers, rubbing, rubbing mine. She pulled me closer, our bodies fully touching, and I realized that I liked this, I really liked this. We introduced each other, whispering in each other's ears and I learned that her name was Olivia, that she'd lived in the city for several months and that this was only her second time at the club. I told her that this was my first time and that I'd never been in a club like this before, or any club come to that. She asked me if I was a lesbian and I explained, blushing, that I'd only just found out what a lesbian was, explaining further that I was only here at the urging of my new neighbors. She looked at me, held me more closely and told me that she liked me very much and would I like to have a drink with her when the dance was over. This time I didn't hesitate and accepted her offer. We didn't really want the dance to end, at least I didn't, so good did it feel holding, and being held by, this beautiful woman, but it eventually did and she took me by the hand and led me to her table, where we sat close to each other, ordered our drinks when the waitress appeared and continued chatting. She held my hand in both of hers, which didn't bother me at all and in fact felt very, very nice. She was amazed that I knew nothing, or at least very little, about lesbianism and I felt very, very dumb, which she noticed immediately, held my hand tighter and whispered "Sally, have I hurt you? I didn't mean do do that. I'll shut my silly mouth, it always was too big." "No Olivia," I answered, "it's not you, it's me, I just feel dumb, that's all. You I like, very much, more and more all the time." and clutched Olivia's hands in mine. We sat and looked at each other, liking what we saw. I was amazed that I should feel this way about another woman, but I did, there was absolutely no doubt about that whatsoever. I no longer felt nervous, I just felt happy. I didn't understand it, but I was not going to fight it. We danced more over the next hour, choosing the slow songs, bodies close together, cheek to cheek, breast to breast, groin to groin. What was I doing? Why was I enjoying this so much? Olivia looked at me and asked, very quietly and very seriously, "Will you come home with me, Sally? Please? Pretty please?" I stopped dancing, right in the middle of the floor, my mind in a spin and almost without knowing what I was doing whispered "Yes, I'd love to, I'd really love to." We walked over to Mel and Wendy and I told them that I was going home with Olivia. They looked at each other, smiled, got up and embraced the two of us. Mel took me to one side "Listen, Sally, are you sure you want to do this? Do you have any idea what's involved?" "No, Mel, I have no idea what's involved," I replied, "but I do know that I like Olivia very much and that this is something I have to do." Mel and Wendy knew Olivia a little, so were not concerned that I would come to any harm, but still made a point of asking her, "Take care of Sally, please. She's new to all this and we'd hate to see her hurt. We talked her into coming here this evening and we feel responsible for her" "I promise I will." Olivia assured them, "I'll take very good care of her.", smiled at me, and with that we got our purses, left the club and made our way, again via the subway, to Olivia's apartment. As we approached the apartment my body tingled with excitement and fear. I had no idea what to expect but I knew I wanted it, whatever lay ahead. Olivia sensed my nervousness, turned and said, softly "Sally, we don't have to do this. If you're feeling too uncomfortable we can just be friends for now. And I do want to be your friend." I took Olivia's hands in mine and, quenching my fears, pulled her to me and whispered in her ear "No Olivia, I'm coming home with you and that's all there is to it. Please, I really want to do this!" We reached the building, entered the apartment and Olivia whispered "Trust me, Sally. I'll do nothing to harm you and if I do anything that bothers you, tell me and I'll stop immediately. Is that fair?" I nodded, trembling in anticipation. We removed our shoes and Olivia took my hand and led me to the bedroom, to an enormous, pillow covered king size bed. She turned to face me, took my face in her hands and kissed me oh so gently, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Her tongue traced my lips, slowly, sensuously and I squirmed, my knees trembling, feeling the wetness flow from between my legs into my thong. "Oh how I want you, you beautiful woman." whispered Olivia in my ear "I'm going to undress you slowly, very, very slowly, honey, make such wonderful, tender love to you." She unfastened the buttons of my blouse, her hands caressing my breasts, tracing their shape through the soft materiel of my bra. God it felt so good, so sensual. I was really creaming now, moaning, I had to see the beautiful body in front of me. I reached out and began to unfasten the buttons of her dress, one after the other, revealing her body, revealing that she wore no bra, that her breasts were thrusting forward, tipped with long, hard, pink nipples and puffy, pebbled areolas. I touched them in wonder, traced them with my fingertips, felt the hardness of her prominent nipples, closed my hands around them, touching the first breasts, other than my own, that I'd ever touched in my life, and reveling in it. They felt so wonderful and excitement coursed through me. I continued to unfasten buttons, revealing a flat stomach, a beautiful, indented belly button, smooth pelvic area and when I undid the last buttons I found, to my amazement, that she wore no panties, that she was totally clean shaven, her slit and wet lips swollen and totally visibly and inexplicably inviting. Unable to help myself, my curiosity, I reached out and slipped a finger into the deep wet slit, found her clitoris peeking out from under its hood and stroked it gently. Olivia drew her breath in sharply when I touched her clitoris, followed by a loud groan. Her hands tightened on my breasts then slid round to my back and unfastened my bra. I removed my finger from her slit, she slid my blouse off my shoulders, followed by my bra, my areolas puckering in the cool air, my nipples becoming instantly hard and thrusting. I reached up and pushed Olivia's dress off her shoulders, leaving her standing in front of me entirely naked, such a beautiful body, the only naked female body I'd seen since my school showers. We embraced, breast to breast, I could feel her nipples pressing into my breasts as my nipples pressed into hers. She reached behind me, unzipped my skirt and worked it down over my hips until it fell to the floor. "Sit on the edge of the bed, Sally, I'm going to pull off your tights and panties." I did so, raised my hips and Olivia removed my tights, rolling them down my legs and off my feet. My thong, now very wet, followed, sliding slowly over my hips to reveal a thatch of blonde hair, the lower part of which was pearled with my juices. "Oh my" said Olivia with a big grin, "a natural blonde!" and trailed her fingers through the wet hair before putting the fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean as she looked up into my eyes. We were now both naked, climbed onto the bed and lay down on our sides, facing each other. We looked at each other tenderly, reached out and stroked each other softly, gently, arms, faces, breasts, nipples, stomachs, thighs, tension building, juices flowing, moaning until Olivia pushed me onto my back, parted my legs, lay down between them and breathed in my smell, the smell of excited woman, looked at the little pink wings of my inner lips, wet, slick, extended her tongue, traced them down to my deep wet sheath and entered it, not too far but enough that I was very aware, so aware that I almost leaped off the bed, then traced back up the lips to the hard little shaft of my clit, sucking it into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue while I shuddered under her, my moans growing louder and louder, sensation streaming from my clit while the feeling in the pit of my stomach grew in intensity until I exploded in a huge climax, cum spraying all over my lover's face. Olivia climbed up my body and lay beside me, her wet face next to mine, an enormous grin on her face. "Well," she spluttered, "thank you so much for nearly drowning me. What do you think, honey?" "I simply don't know what to say. I had never in my life had an orgasm like that and Olivia, I can't imagine a nicer person giving it to me. When I stop shaking, I'm going to make love to you." and I hugged her and kissed her and licked her wet face clean. We kissed each other, caressed each other, stroked each other's bodies, loving every minute of it until I felt recovered and whispered into Olivia's ear "I'm totally new to this, but I'm going to make love to you as my imagination tells me to do it. Okay with you?" "Ooh, I'm looking forward to this. Go ahead honey. How do you want me?" "Anyway I can, Olivia, but just on your back for now!" Olivia rolled onto her back, giggling, parted her legs and I knelt between her spread feet. I raised one foot and gently kissed the toes, one after the other, sucking them into my mouth, caressing them with my tongue. I kissed the sole of her foot, running my tongue along it, making Olivia giggle before slowly kissing her ankle, her calf, soft nibbly kisses, the soft skin at the back of the knee then slower, teasing, sucking, licking kisses along the inside of her thigh, getting closer and closer to the wetness and softness that awaited me at the junction of her thighs. The smell of woman was strong now as Olivia was producing juices in quantity from her open, pink and dripping pussy but neither the smell nor taste bothered me. I'd been masturbating for years and was used to my own juices which I'd both smelled and tasted, with enjoyment. So there it was. This was the first pussy I'd ever seen close up and it was so beautiful, its lips fully distended, the inner lips like little wings, wet, pink and open and I simply couldn't resist flicking my tongue out and lapping at the juices leaking from its pink folds. So this was what it was like. I licked, I sucked, rolling Olivia's clit between my thumb and forefinger, my tongue slipping into the depths of her open and willing sheath, thrusting in as far as it would go. How I wished I had a longer tongue! As I licked and sucked, I did what I particularly liked when I masturbated myself to climax; I slipped the wet tip of a finger into the puckered, brown rosebud of Olivia's ass. Olivia screamed, arced off the bed and collapsed back quivering as an enormous orgasm tore through her. She totally lost control of her pussy and sprayed cum all over my face, something that disconcerted me at first as it was the first time I'd experienced anything like it. After the initial surprise I was amazed to find that I liked it. Oh yes, I liked it, but was so sad that it had taken so long for me to find that out. I crawled up the bed and fell into Olivia's arms. "Well" Olivia panted, when she could talk "did you like that?" "I love it, just love it. It's not something I ever thought of doing, but now I've done it I'm wondering how I ever got along without it. Beats masturbation all to hell!", which sent us into fits of laughter at the thought. By now, two pairs of eyes were getting heavier and heavier and after a quick visit to the toilet we climbed into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up early, wondering where I was. As I lay there I remembered and a happiness came over me that I had never felt before. We'd turned over in the night and were now lying on our sides, Olivia snuggled up behind me with her arms around me, one hand cupping a breast, the other on my lower stomach. It felt so very, very good but I had to go and take a pee so carefully disentangled myself and tiptoed to the bathroom. The Move When I returned, Olivia had woken up and was watching me return to bed. Her arms opened wide and I fell into them, my lips meeting hers in a deep, loving kiss. What a way to start the day! She pulled back a little, looked into my eyes and asked "So, Sally, any regrets?" I smiled at her, a full, happy smile and answered "No, I don't have any regrets at all apart from the fact that I feel as if I've been asleep all my life but have just come awake. Thank you so very, very much, Olivia, I simply didn't know what sex was all about until last night and now I've discovered it I'm not going to let it go." "I'm so glad." answered Olivia, "Listen, Sally, I don't want to go but I have an appointment this morning that I simply can't get out of. Would you wait here for me or, if you have something to do too, can we meet later on? Please? I want so much to see you again, the sooner the better! I wish I didn't have to go." "Oh honey, I really need to go and finish setting up my new apartment, get that out of the way. Of course we can meet later, I wouldn't have it any other way." "Then why don't we start the day properly," said Olivia. "Lie back and spread your legs, honey." I did so and Olivia moved on top of me, her face between my spread legs, while she squatted over my head and lowered her own now very wet pussy onto my lips and mouth. Olivia loved 69 and hoped that I would too. She was becoming very fond of me, even though we had only met last night and didn't want to do anything that might put the new friendship at risk. She needn't have worried. I was not only becoming fond of Olivia as well and had been since I first saw her but was reveling in the sensations rising up from between my legs and the wonder I felt at the taste of Olivia's pussy and juices. Feelings rose to a crescendo and we both exploded simultaneously, bucking, squirming, drenching our faces with sprays of cum. Rolling off, Olivia turned, moved back up the bed and threw her arms around me, pulling me tightly against her, cum-smeared face against cum-smeared face. "You know," she whispered in my ear," I think I like you. I think I like you very, very much." I whispered back "I know I like you. Very much. I'm so glad I came to the club last night. I think I've found something that's been missing from my life. Thank you so much, Olivia." "You're so very welcome," whispered Olivia and we kissed softly, gently. We lay there and looked at each other but this time, for now at least, we were sated, so confined ourselves to gentle caresses. Eventually we got up, showered, and went out to eat breakfast at a nearby Mickey D's, then very sadly said our goodbyes and went our separate ways, agreeing to meet just after lunch, or as soon as our appointments were done, whichever came first. I arrived back at my apartment and as I put the key into the lock I suddenly realized that moving might just not so bad after all. The Move Day 01 My Name is Chris and this is a true story. I have always been very shy around women, my first girlfriend was five years older than I and she had to basically grab my dick and pull me into bed, but that is another story. When this story takes place, I was 18 years old, 6'2", and weighed 180 lbs. I was just finishing my last year of high school, I had been held back when I was a freshman due to language difficulties, I stutter very badly. We lived in a suburb of Houston, a small town with about 100 students in my class, money was never a problem for my family we lived in an upper class neighborhood. Our neighbors across the street were a single mom Betty and her daughter Jennifer who was a year ahead of me in school, but we were the same age. Jennifer was on the cheerleading team, she had a knock out body 5'8", 110 lbs., long jet black hair, and with a great rack of C's if I had to guess. Her mom bought her a red Firebird several years' prior, she spent at least three hours a week washing and waxing it usually dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a cut off T-shirt. My room was on the second floor of our house, whenever I saw her out I would always find a reason to be in my room so I could watch the tantalizing show. One evening Betty came over to our house and told us that she was moving to another part of the city, she asked me if there were any way I would help her with the move. My job at the time was very flexible so we worked out how much she would pay me and the deal was done. I arrived early Friday morning around 8:00 a.m. ready to start, Betty was out moving boxes into a van she had borrowed from a friend, not how I would do a move but oh well. Betty got me a box, some wrapping paper, and set me wrapping dishes in their kitchen. I packaged their dishes the best I could, after about a half an hour and the better part of two cabinets done I was surprised when Jennifer appeared in her pink pajamas. I put my head down and said a quiet hello, she replied telling me how much she and her mom appreciated my help, I was extremely nervous at this point being in the same room as this gorgeous girl. The next half hour seemed like five hours as she slowly ate her breakfast and she told me about how excited she was about going on to college at Texas Tech. Being a male one of my favorite parts of the female anatomy are the breasts, Jennifer had outstanding breasts and with only her pajamas on they were on display very nicely with her aurorals and perky nipples just barley visible. Jennifer went to shower and on her way out the door gave a small giggle and said "see you when I get out." About an hour later after more packing there she was walking past wrapped in a towel her flawless legs every mans dream strutting past so perfect . . . Then she was off to work, dressed in a short black skirt and a tight brassier she slipped into her Firebird and sped off. For the two hours I packaged most of the rest of their kitchen in boxes, I was getting hungry so I went home to get lunch. My dad had left a message on the machine that he and my mom decided to go on a small vacation since I was busy helping the neighbors. After lunch I finished packing the kitchen into their van, Betty and I drove to her new house. We mostly listened to music, not having much to talk about she asked me about school, high school was very boring so there was not much to say. We got there after about two hours of driving. It was a simple single story ranch on the other side of town, we proceeded to unload the van and make the return trip. Upon returning we got to work loading up their study with all the books. Packing and loading was much easier work and went much quicker. Five o'clock was here before we know it and Jennifer returned home very pleased with our progress, she changed into her shorts and tee shirt and helped load the van. This was an incredible distraction for me, every time she bent over her breasts were very visible and with her shear bra in plain sight it left me tripping over my own feet. We finished loading the van, Betty decided that she was going to make another trip up to her house to drop the current load off and spend the night with her brother who lived close buy. We made arrangements to meet up around noon or so the next day, Betty had arranged to borrow her brother's truck and trailer to load up all the big stuff. Jennifer said that she had some work to finish up on but asked me if she could come over after she had finished so we could chat some. I was at a loss for words, but after a minute or two I squeaked out a quit "ok" and rushed home. My parents had both arrived at the house, my dad was packing his fishing equipment and getting the final bags packed as my mom called us in for dinner. We chatted about our day, I told them about the rooms I packed up and about Betty's new house. My dad discussed a big deal that he had arranged with another big company and how he had received a big bonus that afternoon, the real reason for there vacation. We played our usual after dinner card game, and my parents were off to Galveston and our beach house which was on the Bolivar Peninsula a short Ferry ride across Houston ship channel. I went into our garage, my usual hang out on a Friday night, where I had my wood shop set up. I went to work on my lathe where I had a bowel that I was putting the final touches on with fine sand paper and emery cloth, the discussion with Jennifer the furthest thing on my mind, why after all, would a girl as breath taking as her be interested in me? After thirty minutes or so I was pulling the bowel off its lathe mount and I heard my dog barking. Turning around I saw Jennifer walking up the driveway her black hair dancing with the gleam of the spot light on her, like a runway model, my breath taken away as usual. She asked to take a look at what I was doing, and came right in the garage with me. The closer she came, the shorter breaths I was taking. She had on the same tee shirt as earlier but had changed to loose-fitting sweat shorts and had on a pair of simple sandals which was exactly where I was looking since I felt if I looked her in the face I would probably pass out due to lack of air. She asked what I was doing, I showed her the bowel that I had finished turning. It was from a very old piece of walnut I had picked up at my grandfathers earlier that year with a very nice grain and a few knots which were very hard to work with. She ran her hands up and down the sides of the bowel, caressing it as you would a fine dish with her small perfect hands. After talking a little while and getting accustomed to her we went inside to walk my dog, she commented on how nice our house was. I could not get my dog away from sniffing her legs. I could not blame him as that is exactly where I would like to be. She got down on her knees and patted him and he seamed content. We walked around our block chatting about neighborhood gossip, she told me about one guy on our block that was seeing her mom. I said jokingly "but isn't he married" She replied "most certainly, that is one of the reasons my mom is moving away she can't get enough of him, you should hear them at night, he must be great in bed." This had me dumbfounded I did not know what to say except "Wow." We got back to my house and chatted some more about this and that. She then asked me a question that I will remember for the rest of my life. "I don't know if I can sleep by myself without my mom there, would you mind sleeping with me?" Of course I replied instantly like a gentleman "It would be my honor, just let me get my sleeping trunks and I will be right over." With a skip to my step and a song in my heart I walked home, scooped up my sleeping apparel, brushing my teeth, gargling with mouth wash, and sliding a condom in my back pocket just in case. Turning off all of the lights on my way out of the house and putting the dog in the kitchen I went back over and knocked on Jennifer's door. She answered already in her sleep wear this time a black silky nightshirt. I said "ready for sleep" Jennifer said "lets watch TV for a little while ok?" This was fine with me I put my sleep shorts on and went in their den where she was sitting on the couch scanning thru the channels. She found a romance movie half way thru and asked if that was ok, I said yes and we watched for a little while. Well she watched the TV, but I mostly watched her. She kept moving around uncomfortably, I asked if she was ok, she told me that her back was bothering her. I said that I would be happy to work on it a little bit. I am quite experienced in massage, being licensed in Texas, I worked on her back and neck for quite some time, she purred all the while like a kitten wanting more as I rubbed her goddess like muscles. The movie ended and I was toast, the day was catching up to me, she could see it and asked me if I wanted to go to bed? Yes it was defiantly bed time, turning off all the lights we went into her room, she light a few candles by her queen size bed pulled down the covers and asked me which side I usually sleep on? I replied "on top" she giggled some and we got in bed. I have a small problem that I cannot get an erection the first time I sleep with a woman. This has lead to many problems in my life later, but at this point I was not very experienced and in this situation it actually turned out for the better. She asked me to rub her back a little more, but I was happy to comply. When she drifted off to sleep, I rolled over and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. I had some wonderful dreams that night, like I was on a fluffy cloud hugging silky bears that were purring like kittens. I awoke at sun up as usual, to find Jennifer curled up in my arms. My right hand was under her, my left one cupping her breast. Enjoying the moment I drifted in and out of sleep, like a dream not knowing the difference I thought this was perfection, little did I know . . . After drifting in and out of this dream, Jennifer rolled over to find me there holding her fully in a warm embrace that was when she kissed me. Her lips felt like rapture itself warm, soft, inviting, and oh so sinful. I kissed back slowly at first then deeper, holding her in my arms my cock seemed harder than it had ever been. She got up from the bed to use the rest room I went to use the one in her mom's room, we both came back and she thanked me for being so kind and gentle with her as this was the first time she had slept with anyone since her parents. We kissed some more as we fell back into her bed. Since the mood was far too serious, I tickled her some and we began to play. After a bit her night shirt was pulled up exposing her breasts, those orbs that I have worshiped for so long were there within grasp. We both froze, what was she thinking? Is this what she wanted? How could it be? It was just me, Chris with this goddess, how could she want me? All these thoughts hit me at a hundred miles an hour. After a minute of thought Jennifer spoke "You know this is my first time, will you be as gentile with me as you were last night? I know it will hurt but I am so ready and have waited so long." I was stunned by this and replied, "Just tell me what to do; I don't want to hurt you." She removed her shirt as I pulled mine over my head she said "please touch them." My hands were drawn to them like a fly to light, her nipples atop the perfect cantaloupe halves without the slightest hint of sag. Her purring continued similar to the previous evening but with a deeper erotic hum, I kneaded the right then the left half globe, firm but oh so soft. I leaned down to lick the left nipple, her purrs became more of a moan as she stroked the scalp of my head ever so lightly with her nails she said "Yessss.... ohhhhhh..... more...." Then switching between her glorious mameries tasting the flesh like a drowning man tastes his drink, suckling on the bright red tips, my hands began to roam her body. Down I went to her flat sculpted abs, her hip bones encasing the untouched treasure, she wore a simple black pair of panties not the kind you see in the windows of Victoria Secrets but the kind you would find on the shelf of any department store. She had the perfect bikini tan lines, the white sections just where the untouchables were but here she was open to me allowing me access to these hidden splendors. I moved back to kiss her once more, as she ground her pelvis in mine finding that notch where all of life seemed to begin, it filled me with a desire I had never experienced. The animal hunger surged in every muscle, vain, and artery. I had to have her, but my head reminded me "Slowly." As we kissed, I stroked her like a painter would a canvas. Rolling her over to kneed her back as I had done the night before, her skin so soft and flexible each muscle tight but pliant and supple. She drove her perfect ass into my hands as I pulled her panties down exposing her model like back side and like a flower there in the center was her pink pulsating pussy. Like a rocket, off my pants came, the thought of a condom whisked past as I pulled it from my pocket and rolled it on. She turned over exposing all of her beauty, a Madonna before me legs spread out with a strip of hair above her cunt, the clit engorged and quivering, a tinny cherry ready to pick. I lay down returning to her nipples, kissing each. My left hand went instinctively to the prize between her legs slowly stroking her legs, her lips, and then to rub the center of her pleasure. Her moans had increased at this point and were reaching a point of becoming screams. My phallus ready to enter her virgin center, I raised my hips and mound atop her. Slowly descending I slid my shaft into her inch by inch, seeming to melt together as if we were one at last I was finally almost fully inside her when I could descend no more. As her grip on my member began to ease some, I slowly eased out only to find the warmth of her honey too good to refuse. I pressed more firmly my full length her perfect glove. The inside of her trove felt like a thousand tinny suckers, each gripping me in rapid succession. Jennifer then rolled me over, as I was not going to refuse, she began to ride me like a stallion, bucking her hips the sensation too pleasurable too imagine. We both moved in perfect harmony together, her body glistening with sweat, her pussy so tight gripping every millimeter of my rock hard cock. We both arrived at the top together with explosive force. She came, the sensation of her on top stroking me set off a rocket that if set free of her chamber would have reached the moon. Exhausted we both lay next to each other spent. My mind could not believe what had just happened. Feeling a thousand tiny points of light bouncing around, we embraced and kissed. Rising from the bed, both of us covered in sweat, we showered together washing every inch of one another, and we started our day. Day two of the move, if there is enough interest I will be happy to chronicle that as well. The Move Made Her Wet The move made her wet. The quick thrust pushed her into the brick building, and bunches of her skirt rose like my hardening cock to the pressure boiling in my loins. It happened just after the movie and before we trotted hand in hand to her place. I banked on her quiet demeanor throughout the night as something like a fronting advertisement for kinky freak: underneath that librarian getup, it was nothing more than deviant sin waiting for temptation, and I wanted to light the fuse. So, with slight simplicity, I tugged her into the waiting alley and pushed against the wall. Mind you, it lacked creativity, and most importantly romance. But with the budding passion in her eyes screaming from dinner to the movie to the now, for something more than a kiss goodbye, I had to act upon the urges of the moment. She said nothing as she slipped me her sly deviled smile. The slight pause and her dark eyes fleeted her slight apprehension. It wasn't till her mouth rounded so evenly open faced, that she bit into me like a juicy fruit picked fresh off the tree; we soon dirty danced our way in the dark alley -- she dry humped me like a dancer grinding for the next bill you can pop into her garter, and the searing pain rubbed into my crotch like a raw knee burn on a new rug. As well harder against the wall, we clutched to each others sex as though our whole fuck relied on it. And when we kissed, it meant forever, or until morning. Yeah, she did it so good, biting and nibbling within the moment of that deep ended feeling as though she hungered for the next rapture. And I returned the favor tasting her candy, and sucking out her lips till the sweet color paled from the overbearing move. The passion danced our wet tongues round and about our mouths like we were licking our last breaths from it. And suddenly, the soft reaches of her body touched my fleeting hands; I couldn't help but cop a feel as my fingers slipped past her innocence, and straight into the v-line of her thong. It was so invitingly warm to rush my fingers around her fresh trims of her bush and dew drops, and nub the playful push of her clit protruding outward. The move made her wet. She downed her head, throwing it back quickly as the pulse electrified her body into quick jabbing sensations. I fiddled the flesh, and she bent to take it so. So much to the point I never knew her hands were slinking down to my jeans and clutching my harden member for a few jerks of enjoyment. She gripped my cock again and again; she wrapped it to a hard, firm tug and with it, the bubble yum of precum surfaced out from the slit opening of the bloated head, and dripped so wonderfully into the sticky mess of her two hands. I couldn't deny both our feelings toward the oversexed evening. I only knew from the moment my dick entered into the wet reign of her pussy, we would fuck, and I would bust a nut. It started with the inherent pull of her muscles on my cock; it turned from friendly to fierce as I felt the drumming pound of my dick slice her pussy, the kiss milking my cock into her wet folds. The more I pumped, the more it sucked me into her deeper, and to the hilt of the action. The bare brick cut into her skin, but the pain brought pleasure when she clawed her response in the form of jagged lines on the skin of my back. Yet, her gentle insides provided a motherly massage to the boiling cum from my sack -- she simply swallowed it whole, and embraced it as though it was her own deviant toy. With her vocal commands mixed into the city stream, she continued her pussy assault, fucking me back and doing those sexual womanly things with wanton approval; she urged me to cum, and to cum deep and hard into her pussy, to make her my new slut and to make me have her take it as though she needed very badly. The words rung in my jumbled mind, and all I could think was to let her have her way, and let me let loose, the torrent of cum to ride the wave of pleasure and splash her cool and hot. And with her thighs tight around my waist she couldn't wait, and she gush my balls. I dream for a moment I'm sinking poolside as a lover rides me, and the action ripples the water into discontent. I imagine her, sun splashed, her hair a wet mess as my cock lets go, and the sudden rush of the moment causes me a moment to black out... And then I'm back cumming, releasing it like a broken pipe of cannons shooting my sperm as it rides the edge of my shaft. I'm biting into her shoulder and I can't stop the flow throbbing riverside into the deep channels of her pussy. Yes, it was a fuck that lacked creativity and romance, but as the last moan slipped from her mouth, and my cock popped from her tight grip, she simply threw me that shit-look of a horned devil: the move definitely made her wet.