3 comments/ 31943 views/ 8 favorites In For a Penny, In For a Pound By: HerLittlePiggy My wife's big round ass ground against him hard and she could feel his big, erection and throbbing in his pants. She had never done anything like that before. She wasn't a swinger or a hot wife and she had never been unfaithful to me in over ten years of marriage. "I'm so fucking wet," she whispered as she pulled my lips to hers and kissed me deeply. Her tongue slid into my mouth and entwined with mine as she moaned softly. Her thick curvaceous body was trembling with excitement. "You want him don't you Honey," I said softly as I ran my hands over her body on the crowded dance floor. Her wide hips swayed from side to side and a huge smile crossed her pretty face. "I do Baby. He is so young and hot. Ih fuck. Does that bother you?" She asked sincerely. Her pretty green eyes sparkled brightly and she planted soft butterfly kisses on my face and neck as ty continued to rub her big ass against him. He looked to be in his mid twenties and he had a hard muscular body that looked like it had been torn from the pages of a magazine. "No honey, " I replied honestly. "I want you to be happy and enjoy yourself. That's why we came here right?" We were in Cancun at an all inclusive resort, situated right on the beach, to celebrate our 40th birthdays. We were 3000 miles from home where no one knew us and we knew no one. It was quite simply a perfect storm. "If you say so Baby," my wife giggled softly. She kissed me again before turning around and wrapping her arms around him and drawing him close. Her big ass rubbed against me and I put my hands on her hips and ground hard against her. I was fully erect and her soft cheeks felt great against my throbbing dick. I had never imagined that I would ever have a threesome with my wife. Even in my frequent fantasies about threesomes there were always two women not two guys and yet I didn't feel any jealousy. My wife pressed her lips tight against his and kissed him hard and aggressively. I could hear her soft coos and the wet sounds of their lips and tongues as they kissed passionately. He was the first person besides me that she had kissed in over a decade and watching it was both surreal and incredibly exciting. "My husband said I can bring you back to our room and fuck you," she said to him softly between kisses. She was as excited as I had seen in years and I had never seen her so sexually aggressive. I ran my hands up her body as I spooned up behind her and cupped her big natural breasts. I could smell the fresh scent of her hair and I kissed her head. My cock nestled in the crack of her ass and she pushed back against me and groaned soft and low. She was purring like a kitten and sandwiched between us. "Is that what you want?" He teased confidently. He knew my wife wanted him but he wanted to hear her say it. He flashed a playful crooked smile at her and then at me letting us both know that he was into what she was proposing. He exuded confidence at such a young age and I was sure that I would have reacted much differently than he if I had been faced with the same situation when I was in my twenties. "I don't care where we go. I just want to feel this inside me," my wife said excitedly as she reached down and grabbed his big hard dick through his shorts. She moaned deep and low as she felt his hard dick in the dark but crowded room. We stumbled out of the club and walked quickly to our room. My wife held both of our hands and took turns kissing each of us as we made our way across the resort to our room. She was careful to include me but I knew it was he that she really wanted. I opened the door to our room as they kissed and groped like young teenagers experiencing sex for the first time. The door opened wide and it was like opening a damn as we spilled inside. My wife pinned him against the wall and kissed him as she pawed at his clothes. I couldn't believe how aggressive she was and I stood silently beside them as she stripped him naked and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him with soft puppy dog eyes and wrapped her lips around his thick hard tool. I was instantly erect as I watched my wife suck another man's dick. She had always been a somewhat reluctant cock sucker but she attacked his big dick like it contained the secret of life. Her head bobbed and she slurped noisily on it, taking it deeper with each stroke. Her hands roamed over his hard muscular body and raked down his tight rippled abs leaving deep red welts in their wake. I moved behind her and pulled her shirt off, freeing her big dd tits to our hungry eyes as I knelt, fully clothed, behind her. He groaned encouragingly and his hands massaged my wife's head as she sucked his dick. His eyes moved back and forth between my wife and me and he smiled brightly. He was clearly enjoying my wife's mouth on his dick and he was unfazed that her husband was in the room. "Get on the bed," my wife panted loudly. She guided him to the bed and pushed him down so he was sitting in front of her. Her huge tits were at eye level with him and he leaned forward and began kissing, sucking and squeezing them as I pulled her shorts and panties off. The rich fragrant scent of her arousal hung heavy in the warm air. I pressed my body against her and slid my hands around her tapered waist to her neatly trimmed pussy. She was wetter than I had ever felt and she moaned loudly as I rubbed her hard clit between my thumb and forefinger. "I need you inside me," my wife panted to him. She spun around quickly and straddled him reverse cowgirl style as she looked at me with lust glazed eyes. She lowered her dripping wet cunt onto his throbbing cock as she sighed loudly. She pulled my lips to hers and kissed me hard. "Thank you Baby," she said quietly. Her pretty green eyes rolled back in her head and she bounced on his dick. Her big tits jigged and her head thrashed about like a fish out of water as she whimpered and yelped like an excited puppy. "I'm gonna cum, " she panted. "Oh fuck yes," she hissed as her body shook from a powerful body quaking orgasm. She looked into my eyes and clutched her tits as she came. Her eyes fluttered wildly and she cried out with pleasure. "Lick me Baby," she pleaded. Her eyes were glazed with lust and sweat covered her beautiful face and body. She looked radiant and I didn't consider what she was asking me to do. I merely dropped between their splayed thighs and ran my tongue over her hard clit. I was just inches from his dick and I could smell my wife's juices on him as she rode him languidly. Her body twisted and writhed. Her tits bounced and swayed. Her hands moved to my head and held it steady as she came again. Her legs quivered and shook and she exhaled deeply as the waves of intense pleasure subsided. She pushed meoff down and away from her hypersensitive clit and my mouth pressed against his wet cock. Her eyes were closed but when she opened them she squealed with delight. "Oh Baby yes lick his dick," she said loudly. She held my head against him and I lapped at his juice coated dick and balls without a second thought. My wife rose off his dick and guided it into my mouth. I had never had a gay or bisexual thought before but I didn't fight her when she forced him down my throat. His cock felt strange yet comfortable in my mouth. I didn't know exactly what to do so I tried to mimic what my wife did to him. My head bobbed and I sucked hard on his soft spongy head making him moan softly. His reaction inspired me and my hands moved up his legs and caressed his balls. He moaned again, deeper and lower, and I knew he was close. His legs twitched and he grunted like a wild animal as he exploded in my mouth. I didn't know what to do or how to react as he filled my mouth with cum. The taste wasn't bad and I instinctively swallowed some but most spilled from the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin dripping onto my shirt. My wife pushed me onto my back on the floor and pulled my hard dick from my shorts. She guided it into her frothy cunt and rode it hard and fast. Her thick curvaceous body jiggled and shook as another climax rolled through her voluptuous body. Her pussy clenched hard on my dick milking it as she came and I erupted inside her womb filling it with hot cream. She slumped forward and kissed me deeply tasting the still present flavor of his cum mixed with her juices on my lips. She cooed contentedly and rolled off of me. "I love you Baby, " she sighed deeply to me as she finished undressing me and lead us all to bed with her sandwiched in the middle. I awoke to the bed moving and my eyes opened to see my wife on her side facing me as he fucked her from behind. "Hey Baby," she whispered softly in the dark moonlit room. Her eyes sparkled brightly like stars in the nighttime sky and she kissed me softly and tenderly. I could head the squishy wet sounds as his dick moved in and out of her and I moved closer until my body was mashed tightly against her. My cock nestled between her thighs and I could feel his dick rubbing against it. It felt deliciously wicked and I moaned deeply into my wife's mouth. My hips thrust against her and my hands moved over her body. I reached around her and felt his body and hers. Our warm flesh molded together as though we were all one being. Our bodies writhed and moved together. "I want you both inside me," my wife cooed in the quiet night air. She rolled on top of me and guided my cock inside her well fucked and soaking wet hole as he slid between her legs and joined me inside her. She yelped and groaned as we stretched her pussy wide. I could feel his dick moving against the underside of mine and it was incredible. We thrust into her hard then slow, deep then shallow. We moved as one and as individuals. She came once and again. Her climaxes blended together as we moved in sporadic yet rhythmic fashion. She went limp when her final climax ended. We were covered with sweat and he rolled off her, aware that she couldn't take anymore. "Finish each other," she said weakly. She looked into my eyes and kissed me. She looked at him and kissed him. He turned around and straddled my face. His cock hovered inches from my mouth. I opened it wide and accepted him into my mouth. It was natural and I sucked him deep as he lowered his mouth to my stiff dick. We sucked hard and slurped noisily on hard throbbing flesh. I felt his legs tremble and mine did too. He grunted and spewed his hot cream into my mouth. I was ready for him and I swallowed it all as I came in his mouth erupting like a volcano making him gag and gulp. We fell back to sleep, again with my wife sandwiched between us, and slept until morning. I awoke to bright sunlight streaming through the window and two warm mouths on my dick. My wife looked up at me with soft puppy dog eyes as she licked my shaft and he sucked the head. "We're not drunk anymore, " she giggled. "Are you still okay with this Baby?" "Yes, " I moaned softly. Her fingers were buried deep in my ass and both of their mouths felt amazing. She pushed a third finger inside me and I noticed that he was balls deep inside her thrusting slowly and sucking me hard. "When I told him he couldn't cum inside me Jared said he wants to fuck your ass and fill you up," she said playfully. "Okay?" My eyes opened wide. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I replied weakly. In For A Penny, In For A Pound Please note that this is a long story and although the two main characters meet when they are younger, no sex, sexual activity or descriptions take place until after they are legally of age. Thank you for taking the time to read it. ***** Years ago, when I was growing up in the back waters of Louisiana my best friend was Amanda Carson. I still remember the summer she and her family moved in across the street from me. There was a lot of tension in the neighborhood at the time. My side of the street was the upper middle class brick houses that were common in that town at that time. But across the street was a rundown trailer park that Amanda's family lived in. How this configuration ever passed the zoning board is a mystery to anyone that has ever seen the setup. The people on my side of the street couldn't stand that their property values were being dragged down by these trailer park people and the people on Amanda's side believed they had every right to be there like anyone else. Which of course they did. When Amanda moved in she was a gawky 12 year old girl. A tom boy with too many freckles and bushy red hair. She seemed to be all elbows and knock knees. She was more at home hanging out with the boys than the other girls and we all learned soon enough that she could spit, shoot, fish and fight just as good as anyone else did. It didn't take long before a lot of the boys got really scared of her. Too many of them had been whipped enough times that she carried a certain amount of grudging respect for her wherever she went. But that was never a problem for me. She and I immediately formed a bond, the way some kids do, that no one else really understood. It was all centered on the fact that neither of us could back down from anything. We were dare devils and couldn't be intimidated. The older kids wanted to fight, no problem. There was a bike ramp that needed to be jumped, she and I would race to jump it, skin our knees and do it again. A couple of years after she moved down here I started noticing an odd phenomenon. People would make comments that they liked me, and they liked Amanda, but they HATED me and Amanda. Of course at the time I had no idea what they were talking about, but in retrospect we always seemed to be getting each other into trouble. Pushing each other too far. Taking the joke one step over the line and then further. About the time I was 15 Amanda and I were going to separate schools. I had taken a pretty acute interest in girls and Amanda was still not what anyone would call girlish, so we spent less and less time with one another. My parents were pleased because they thought she was a bad influence and her parents were pleased, when they were sober enough to notice, because they knew I was a bad influence. The less time we spent together the less trouble we got into. My family moved away, and although we talked on the phone every couple months I think I went a few years without seeing her. Eventually I ran into her again when we started college. I was 19 when I saw her, and she had just turned 18. There were some very serious changes that had taken place with her in that time. I would not call her womanly, nor beautiful. But she had a certain country girl, tom boy charm to her that I found amusing. We started talking that day in the Student Union, and I think I was trying to let her know I was interested. I was certainly treating her more like a cute girl than one of the boys like I used to. Either she wasn't getting the hint or she wasn't interested. Either way I wasn't really getting anywhere, nor was I trying that hard. We were leaving and in the process of exchanging phone numbers and promises to keep in touch. Then we both saw it at the same time... A bright, shiny quarter on the lawn outside the union. Oh, this was one of our favorite games when we were growing up. One of us would see a coin on the ground and the two of us would fight over it and wrestle until one of us had it clutched in our hand in victory and the both of us were covered in grass stains and more often than not mud and blood. Surely she is too old for this now... Then I heard the familiar cry of "It's Mine!" She lunged for the quarter and on instinct alone I went after her and the two of us screamed vile disgusting names at one another and fought over that quarter until a group of people were standing around us and we were laughing so hard that tears streaked down my cheek. I had torn my shirt and she had a loose tooth from the whole thing. I lost because I was suddenly trying to hide an erection. My muddy hand had accidentally slipped down the front of her pants while we wrestled and I felt a part of her that I had never really given much thought to before. It took me off guard enough that I got distracted and took an elbow to the solar plexus hard enough to knock the wind out of me. The campus cops were called out to the Great Quarter Battle and they kept interviewing her to find out if I was abusing her in some way. Eventually they let us both go with stern warnings that we never listened to. We left the police substation laughing and looking at the ground for another coin to fight over. She was walking a bit funny and when I asked her what was wrong she punched me in the shoulder and said "Now I have to go home and wash dirt out of my cunt. Thanks a lot." But she was smiling enough when she said it for me to know she wasn't actually mad. She was not very lady like at that time. Something occurred to me though. During our game I realized that she was much stronger than I remembered her to be. The last time we had wrestled I was easily stronger than she was. That was when I was 16. Three years and several farm jobs later I was a man grown with a man's muscles. But she was like a coil of bailing wire, and that grip of hers made my knees weak when she had gotten a hold of my elbow. She was stronger and faster than any other girl I had ever known and that made me a little bit wary. But I also kept thinking about how surprised we both were when my hand slipped and went inside her jeans... A week later I found out why she was in such good shape. I was passing by the school track and saw her running. No, not just running, running like there was a fire inside of her that would consume her if she couldn't out run it. None of the other girls could keep up. None of them even had a chance. It turned out that Amanda had a track and field scholarship and was one of the most sought after student athletes in the country. I should have known; there is no way that her parents could have afforded to send her to college otherwise. Another interesting thing happened. I saw her in her track clothes. She was so thin growing up, and always had hand-me-downs that she never looked like a girl. When I had seen her in the quad her hair was styled a bit more, and she was wearing makeup to hide some of the freckles, but she was still more of a tom boy than anything else. But on the track, in clothes that looked like they had been spray painted on, she looked like a woman. She had the flattest stomach I had ever seen, perfect six pack abs, with the muscular thighs and calves that only true runners can develop. Her running top was straining against her modest chest, making it look larger than it should with her small frame and narrow waist. ...And I must have stared a little too long, because I got a sports bottle in the face for my troubles. "Looking that hard is going to cost you, tough guy." She yelled at me. I took off after her, but was absolutely no match for her raw speed, especially when she was already warmed up. I can distinctly remember the sound of her friends laughing at me. Amanda had an on again off again boyfriend at the time that I met later. They had one of those explosive, drama filled relationships. One minute they were making out in public and the next she was burning his CD collection in front of his dorm. I had a series of girls, mostly older students, that I had brief, intense relationships with. Maybe the timing was never right with us. Maybe we just had too much fun with the competitive friendship. I don't know. What I do know is that it wasn't long before I started hearing the familiar refrain again, "We like Paul, and we like Amanda, but we can't stand Paul and Amanda." With good reason I could see. Amanda loved to get guys to fight over her, she once told me it made her incredibly wet to think of two guys beating each other over her. She even roped me into it a few times by telling some guy I was harassing her in a bar. We both drank hard and partied harder than anyone else we knew. I kept in good condition working, she did it running. We argued all the time, but the only thing we ever really disagreed about was that occasionally she would snort some coke, and I didn't like that. Other than that we were two peas in a pod. One time I was coming up to my dorm room and saw the girl I had been sleeping with storming off. She slapped me across the face so hard I knew it would leave a mark. When I got to my room, Amanda was getting dressed. When she heard Carrie knocking she had stripped down to her underwear and pretended to be my girlfriend. She was laughing so hard it took me ten minutes to get the joke out of her. I repaid her by telling the biggest gossips on campus that she was a lesbian and had been taking secret pictures of her team mates in the shower. They were seriously pissed. I think she actually got in a fight with a couple of the girls. She thanked me for that by bleaching all of my pants. I had to go to a funeral wearing a $300 suit with $20 jeans I bought at the last minute at Wal-Mart. And around and around it went. Everyone liked Paul and everyone liked Amanda. No one liked Paul and Amanda. We just brought out the worst in each other. My Junior year, her Sophomore year at university, her parents were killed in a drunk driving accident. Her mother was the drunk driver and took a family of three out with them. The news made a big deal of it because her mother had been arrested for DUI before. It made things uncomfortable for her at school. She had no other family around here so her wealthy uncle came down to get her. She moved to upstate New York. The night before she left we decided to go get drunk and have one more wild night dancing and causing trouble. We both got so drunk that we could barely walk. I was carrying her by the time we got back to her room. I set her on her bed and she was sound asleep, or maybe a better term would be passed out. I thought it would be a nice thing to take her shoes and socks of before I tucked her in. Then I realized that her jeans were awfully tight on her and couldn't be comfortable all night. To this day I remember standing over her, watching her sleep asking myself if I really wanted to take off her jeans. I told myself it was just to make her comfortable. I told myself she wouldn't care. I've told myself a lot of lies over the years and I make it a point to believe them all. I leaned over her to unbuckle her belt, and I could smell her hot sweaty flesh from dancing and walking in the humid night air. Her jeans were the kind that button all the way down the fly and it took my drunken hands a moment to work them. Her panties looked improbably small on her, pink and cotton with a little rose in front. Her hip bones were so pronounced that they held them away from the skin of her flat stomach. I shucked her out of her jeans and threw them on the floor. They would be unnoticeable there, with all of the other clothes that had been discarded around her room. I was rock hard in my pants, and drunk enough that if I turned my head too quickly the room would spin. I stared at her panties for a long time. There was a darker pink splotch in the middle of them, whether from sweat or arousal, I didn't know. They were formed to her shaved pussy in the perfect camel toe. I made up my mind that I would simply jerk off to her like that. No harm there. I would jerk off and tuck her in, and then go home. Just looking at her wouldn't hurt her, and she and I had talked about masturbation enough that I knew she did it too. She wouldn't begrudge me that. But it's never enough, is it? I wanted to see her tits too. Who wouldn't? She was the perfect girl in perfect physical shape. I had known her all my life and I was curious. Or maybe I was just horney. "In for a penny...", I told myself. She was wearing an old faded button down shirt, kind of a western style, with snaps instead of buttons and a lot of frilly needle work on it. We had gone out to a redneck bar and she had wanted to fit in. I had noticed earlier in the evening that she wasn't wearing a bra, so it was easy to pull both sides of her shirt and open it in one motion. I had been right all along, her breasts were small, maybe as big as a B but probably she wore an A cup. They were very perky though, the way only an 19 year old girl's can be. Her pale white skin made the dark rose of her nipples stand out against the tan lines of what must have been her most daring running bra. Freckles graced every inch of her tender flesh. My hands were starting to shake and my heart was beating too fast. I felt the room swim on me from too much booze and too much desire. I bent to her chest and took one of her little rosebud nipples in my mouth and tongued it for a moment. Then bit it gently with my teeth. Then harder to feel the shape of it. It must have been just a little too hard because I felt her stir underneath me. Her hips shifted to press against my side. In doing so, the right side of her panties pulled down about three inches. The shift exposed the top inch of her slit to me. She was shaved, but not recently enough. There was some light red stubble around her lips. Tentatively, very carefully, I touched the top of her slit where her clitoris would be, barely touching it at all. A heat was coming from her. A heat that made my breath catch again. Sliding my index finger down further I found the answer to my question. She was dripping wet. Before I really realized what I was doing my finger was slipping inside of her, straining to touch her deeper, feeling her body react to my touch. This whole time she was unconscious on her bed. But it was all too much for me. I just couldn't continue to pretend that I was just getting ready to jerk off. I stood up, steadied myself, and pulled her little cotton panties down, past her ankles and off her feet. I dropped them by the bed. I walked to the door of her bedroom and made sure it was locked. I didn't want her nosey roommate to come in if she heard some noise. I took off my own jeans and shoes and finally released my cock from the painful confinement of my boxer shorts. They were saturated with a thick layer of precum. Back at the bed I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, letting her legs go on either side of my hips. In one swift motion I penetrated her, her unconscious body more than ready for what was coming. I would like to tell you that I made her cum, or that she moaned in her sleep or some other demonstration of my prowess. But that's not the truth. The truth is that I was young and drunk and hornier than I could ever remember being in my life and I came after only a few desperate moments. Fortunately I pulled out and spent my load on the carpet rather than inside her. As soon as I came the guilt kicked in. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I found one of her old t-shirts on the ground and used it to wipe off her pussy as best as I could, making sure to get between the lips. Doing so I felt my dick start to twitch again. I picked up her pink panties off the ground and pulled them back on her. I made sure they were on the right way. I buttoned her shirt back up the way she had it and tucked her under the covers. I was a mess. I was drunk and I had cum leaking out of my dick. I grabbed the same t-shirt and used the other side to clean myself off, then the floor. I dressed again, making sure that I hadn't left anything. I folded, what was now, a very soggy shirt and put it in my back pocket. I unlocked the door and left. That was it. We never spoke of it. She was very sexually active anyway; she had a lot of men around her all the time. I'm sure she knew she had sex, but was drunk enough not to remember the specifics. She may have figured out it was me, but probably never guessed that she was already unconscious when I fucked her. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Amanda's life changed dramatically after leaving. Her uncle Martin was really good to her. He cared about her and did everything he could to erase the years she spent living with poor, alcoholic parents. We didn't talk much during that time, but when we did, I could tell that she was blossoming. The first few times on the phone I kept waiting for her to say something about that night, or ask me an uncomfortable question or just make a downright accusation. She never did. She always seemed happy to hear from me. She had the desire to reinvent herself and with her uncle's help the resources to do it. The few pictures I got showed her with longer hair, more makeup and in clothes that fit her and accentuated her slender figure. She was no longer relying on a track and field scholarship and so her hips and breasts had filled out. I always wondered if maybe that was also due to her eating better. That thought always made me sad. At some point she moved to Manhattan to get her masters in art history from NYU. By the time I graduated college I was already working full time for a security company. I didn't even have a thought of going to grad school. The money was too good and the job was too exciting and I was very very ambitious. I never went to my own graduation. I took my last final (Macro Economics, if I remember correctly) and went straight to the airport. I spent most of the next two years overseas, first as a body guard and then as a corporate security consultant. But still my thoughts would wander back to a girl I knew and grew up with from time to time. We hadn't talked in years, our communications had dwindled down to an email every few months when one of us was feeling particularly nostalgic. Still she was a fond memory more than anything else that I occasionally felt guilty about. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Things changes when I was in my early 30s. I had long since moved back to Louisiana. I was still traveling a good deal, but I had a house here now and a place to come home to. I had reconnected with some of my old friends. Out of the blue I got a call from Amanda. "Hey, Tough Guy" she said in the phone. I really hated it when she called me that. The fact is that I do think of myself as a tough guy, but when she said it like that it sounded mocking and that stung my pride. I had to have a little fun. "Cynthia! I can't believe it I never thought I would hear from you again." "It's not Cynthia. Try again" A lot less humor in her voice. "Amber?" I asked tentatively. "Not Amber either!" She said. No sense of humor left. I started laughing and she realized I was joking. "You're a jackass! I should just hang up on you after that." "You deserved it. I can't believe you called me. What's the occasion?" "Good to hear from you too, Paul", she said sarcastically. "Sorry, let me start over. Why Amanda Carson, as I live and breathe! How delightful it is to hear from you after all this time. Whatever in the world did you call me for?" "Here I was thinking you would just be happy to hear from me." "I am. But you didn't just call to make me happy. Although you have. What's up?" "Fine, fine fine. You caught me. I need a favor," she said, making it sound like I was frustrating the living hell out of her. In For A Penny, In For A Pound I noticed that her diction had improved greatly since the last time we had talked. Her poor Louisiana accent wasn't completely gone, but it was barely noticeable. She sounded surer of herself, confident. She was always cocky, but this was different. Even now, trying to describe it is difficult. "Ahh! Who could have guessed? A Favor! What can I do for you?" "Well, you remember my uncle Martin. He's retiring and has decided to move to Europe. He wanted me to go with him, but I'm just not ready for that. I was thinking about moving back to Louisiana." "Great! Let's have dinner! That's not much of a favor." "The favor part is that my plane lands in the morning and I need someone to pick me up from the airport." "I can do that. Short notice, but I can manage it. What time?" "9:45 am. ...and I need a place to stay." My heart leapt! Just the thought of her staying with me was exciting, but I wasn't sure why. I didn't really have romantic feelings for her. It wasn't that. But she was an exciting girl, wild and spirited. And when the two of us were together, trouble followed. "How long...?" I asked cautiously. "Oh, no. Not permanently. My apartment will be ready in a few days, but my furniture and stuff won't be there for another week. Honestly I feel badly about it. I had asked my college roommate, you remember Stacy, and she said yes. Then her husband vetoed it. I guess he has too many memories of me from the old days. That's why this is so last minute." "In that case, done and done! I'll see you tomorrow." "You're the best Paul. I owe you a beer." "You owe me more than that." "A blowjob?" She asked jokingly. "At least. Pack a lot of mouthwash." We both hung up the phone laughing. We were already falling into the old habit of dirty jokes and lots of insults. But even so, I had felt my cock stir in my pants when she had mentioned the blow job. I wondered if it was really on the menu. I am a bachelor and there are only two kinds of bachelors in the world; the freakishly clean ones and the disgustingly messy ones. I am firmly in the messy category. To counter my natural tendency toward entropy I have a maid that comes three times a week and I manage to keep the house reasonably clean between her visits. I called her and arranged for her to come first thing in the morning to change the linens in the guest room, and make sure all the bathrooms and kitchen were girl appropriate. Part of me wondered why I was going through all of this for a girl that I wasn't really interested in. But somewhere I knew that was just an excuse. I was excited by the thought of seeing her again. As excited as I was then, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I got to the airport. The last time I saw her in person, her hair was still bushier than was fashionable, she was too slender weighing maybe 110 and she dressed more unisex than anything else. The years had been very kind to her. She had straightened her hair and gained enough weight that she no longer looked like a street waif. Most of it seemed to land in places where I liked a woman curvy. She was dressed casually in jeans and a black t-shirt, but now her wardrobe accentuated her figure. Her clothes and luggage were all expensive European imports, and she walked with a sultry sway to her hips that turned more than a few heads. Her face was older, and more knowledgeable than it used to be, but much prettier. "Welcome Home," I said as casually as I could. "Give me a hug, tough guy." She had genuine warmth in her smile and voice. I hugged her and felt her squeeze her body against mine, making no attempt not to press her breasts into my chest. She leaned up to kiss me on the lips, something she had never done before but felt friendly and easy. She was natural and confident with it all... including handing me her bag to carry for her. She took my arm as I led her back the car and there was enough sway in her walk that her hip bumped into mine every few steps. It was a subtle little maneuver on her part that could have easily been mistaken for the way she was walking, but it drew my complete sexual attention to her and kept it there. We made small little talk on the way to the car, how was the flight, the weather is cool, so rare here, etc. I loaded her bags into the trunk, and asked "Hungry?" "Starving!" "Steak?" "Steak and drinks," she replied with enthusiasm. The airport is in New Orleans, and there is no small number of excellent places to eat there. I steered the little grey Mercedes to a rough neighborhood, and then down a trashy, poorly lit alley. I came around to help her out of the car and we stepped from the squalor of the streets into a lavish steak house. It's hard for people that have never been to New Orleans to understand, but the city is 300 years old and has been famous for its corruption and lack of rules that entire time. Even the zoning laws don't make sense. There are tenements in the middle of upscale shopping areas and in this case an amazing steak house down an alley in an industrial area by the docks. When we sat, Amanda ordered us a couple of drinks without asking what I wanted and excused herself to the ladies room to freshen up. As she was walking back up, the gin martinis arrived along with a board of thick black bread and fresh churned butter. Without bothering ourselves with talk, we tucked into the food and drink and just about the time we were finishing this plate, another arrived with more drinks and bread. We stopped eating long enough to order our steaks. She tricked me into going first by claiming she was still looking at the menu. I ordered my steak medium rare, and she ordered a larger one and very rare. A grin creased my lips and I felt that old spirit of competition kick in again. I very openly looked over her body and asked "Where are you going to put a 24 ounce steak?" "The usual place," she answered. "Why, did you have some suggestions?" "None that wouldn't get us kicked out, and I like this place so no. None." "You will have to tell me about those later. " She said with a wink. "I guess I'm just really hungry and need some meat in me." As soon as she said it I saw her blush just a bit. She had not meant it to come out so blatantly sexual. She tried to cover it and fumbled and that made us both laugh. When the steaks came she set into hers like a ravenous beast. There has always been something attractive to me about a woman that enjoys every aspect of her life, including eating with single minded determination. The juices from the overly rare steak, combined with the grease from the butter she put on it made her lips and chin glisten in the candle light from the table. True to her word, she finished the whole meal, burped and ordered another drink for dessert. This one was a sweet, frilly concoction, and I declined, opting for a coffee instead. Back in the car it wasn't long before she started drifting off to sleep with the motion of the road. I tuned in a jazz station and she fell truly and deeply asleep with her head on the passenger's side door. The drive back to my house was an hour or more, and I let her sleep. She'd had a long day of travel. I pulled into the circular driveway of my house starting to feel a little sleepy myself. I unloaded her bags and brought them inside, setting them by the steps. Then went back outside to wake her. She was reluctant to wake and I was wondering if I was going to have to carry her inside. My cock instantly stood at attention when I remembered the last time that had happened. In any event, it wasn't necessary. She stirred and made a few sounds of satisfaction and contentment, maybe a little protest from being disturbed, but none the less I got her out of the car and walking under her own power to the house. "Its bigger than I thought," she said. "I hear that all the time." "Shut the fuck up with that," she said. Now awake and not letting me get away with anything. "I meant the house, not your dick." I chuckled a bit "You want the grand tour or you just want to go to bed." "Tour then bed." I live in a fairly large house, but not overly so. It looks larger because I am extremely conservative on what furnishings I put it in. I like lots of space, and limiting the furniture helps. Still it's a 4 bedroom house with a pool and hot tub outside and a small gym on the second floor. She made all the proper oooing and ahhhing sounds that she was supposed to make when I said things like "I laid this floor myself" or "I took out the wall here to make the kitchen larger." By the time the tour had made it upstairs her eyes were starting to close again and her responses were getting flat. I showed her where her room was and where her private bathroom was and kissed her forehead good night. As I was leaving the room she said "Thanks for rescuing me. I knew I could count on you." "Anytime. That's what friends are for." I went to bed thinking of the changes I had seen in her. She was older and more elegant and obviously sexier than she had ever been before, but that same old fire burned just below the surface and that part of me was challenged and attracted to that part of her, as it had always been. The next morning I awoke to a soft, steady sound of dink, dink, dink, in slow rhythm, and a raging hard on. The erection was nothing surprising but the sound was. It took me a moment to realize that I had someone else in the house with me and that the gym was on the other side of my bedroom wall. I rolled out of bed, stopped at the bathroom to piss, and that relieved the pressure enough for me to slip on a pair of boxer shorts. Making sure everything was tucked in and the fly was buttoned I padded on bare feet down the hall to the small in-home gym I have. Amanda was deep in the middle of a workout. It looked like she had started on one of the cardio machines, either the rowing machine or the treadmill and worked up quite a sweat. Now she was on the butterfly arm press I had picked up when a local fitness club had gone out of business. She was wearing a long white t-shirt, old and comfortable looking with her bare legs sticking out. Her sweat has made it semitransparent and the ghosts of her nipples were visible through it as her breasts strained the fabric. I looked with open interest noting that in this state her breasts were much larger than the last time I had seen her. I wondered if, in addition to gaining some much needed weight, she had also had a little work done. "Morning," she said cheerily. "Morning," I answered back. "You're getting an early start." "Still on New York time," she answered, a little out of breath. "Hope you don't mind. I didn't have any workout clothes. "I don't mind at all. But you might want to check the closet in there if you're short of anything. I have guests from time to time and they invariable leave things. When they do I always clean them and hang them back up in the closet. If you feel like a swim later, I bet there is a swimsuit that would fit you." "Awesome! How about you make us some coffee?" "That I can do. Meet me downstairs when you're done." Casual seemed to be the dress code of the day so I felt no real desire to put on any more clothes. If she was going to walk around half naked, I wasn't going to do anything to discourage her. About the time the coffee pot stopped making its gurgling noise I heard her coming downstairs. She was dressed the same as she was for working out. The shirt had dried a little and her movements weren't pressing her breasts into the fabric, but it was still a sexy look. I have always liked the look of a woman with bare legs coming out of a shirt. She took the cup of coffee I was pouring for myself out of my hand with a wink and took a sip. She made a little face and said "bitter" but took it anyway and made a slow turn to look around my living room. It was a nice living room, as far as that went. I have a lot of glass that looks out on my pool and then the lake and woods beyond it. I poured another cup for myself and when I turned around her back was to me and she was half way across the room. I was just settling in to enjoy the view of her back side when she set her cup down on the table and proceeded to tie her hair in a ponytail with a rubber band thingy to help it up. When she lifted her arms the hem of her shirt lifted, exposing her bare ass to me. It was perfect and round and I was a little surprised she wasn't wearing panties. My dick sprang to attention and knowing that I only had on a pair of boxers, I stepped behind the kitchen island. "You really do have a beautiful house here," she said, turning around and letting her hands fall back to her coffee cup before I could see what the shirt revealed in the front. "Thank you, I appreciate it. What do you have planned today." "Not much to be honest. This last week has been a whirlwind, and tomorrow I have to go to the bank and sign the papers on the bar. Then there is that whole thing to take care of. So I thought I may just take it easy today. " "Bar?" I asked more than a little surprise. "Well, club. I'm opening a dance club here in town. Uncle Martin is my backer." "Nice!" I said and meant it. "So I think I may just take it easy around here today so I'm rested for tomorrow. Is that okay with you?" "Of course. I have to go to work, but you should have a good time." "I plan on it." She gave me another wink and set off back upstairs. I could hear her say as she was walking away "Maybe I'll see if I can't find that swimsuit after all" I was dressed and headed out of the house 10 minutes later. As I passed by her rooms I could hear the shower running and what sounded like some singing that I couldn't make out. I knew she would find several bikinis in there. I kept a few for when I had lady friends over so they could never refuse to go swimming because they didn't have an outfit. There were several sizes and styles, but, funny enough all of them became almost completely transparent when wet. I wished I could stay for that part. I could have called into work, but I was becoming more and more sexually charged by this woman I had once known and I wanted some time to set my thinking straight before I made a move too soon and ruined anything. But still, in the back of my mind I knew I would have her again before she left my home. And a voice in my head said "one way or another". Work progressed pretty slowly that day. I have a few security cameras set up around my home. I checked them a couple of times from my computer and I saw her swimming laps and I saw her lying in the sun. The definition is good, but from that angle she looked small. When she was tanning her back I couldn't tell if she was topless or not, but it didn't really matter. The truth is that I have a lot of cameras about the house. I'm a security professional after all. Several times I thought about checking the ones in her bedroom or bathroom. Just thinking about it made my heart beat faster in by chest, but ultimately I decided against it. The thought was exciting though. When I got home she was showered clean, and dressed casually but more fully; jeans again, and a comfortable looking, loose fitting purple top. Purple was a good color on her. It played off her skin well. "How was your day?" "It was good" she said. "I stayed by the pool all day and read and swam and drank a ton of margaritas." She sounded a little bit tipsy, mainly because she was accenting her words more. "So what do you want to do? Go out somewhere or eat in? I can cook pasta?" "You cook?" She asked a little surprised. "Sure do. Stay in?" "Yeah," she said. "I need to get to bed early because I have to be at the bank in the morning. It may work out better if we don't go out." "Shrimp and Alfredo it is, then" I started gathering the ingredients and put her to work preparing the salad and setting the table. I opened a nice bottle of wine for the cooking and then a nicer one with the meal. We were both drinking pretty heavily and she spent the meal telling me all about her plans for a dance club. I'm not a fan of clubs, but I listened and chimed in where I was supposed to with how smart it all sounded. After dinner we shared a second bottle of wine and she was definitely getting sleepy. She announced her plans to go to bed early and I agreed, although with a little disappointment in my voice. I was a little tipsy from the wine, and after she went upstairs I wasn't ready for the night to end without having any fun at all. I waited for her to get in her room and then I went to my home office and turned on my computer. A quick word on security: For people that work in security paranoia quickly becomes a vice. It's easy to let it permeate your entire life. So when I bought this house and remodeled it, I built a camera into every room. Did I do it with the intention of spying on my house guests in intimate situations? No. It was for security. Have I ever done it before? Well... It took only a moment or two to bring the wifi feeds from the cameras in her bathroom and bedroom up on the computer. The bathroom was L shaped and the camera took in the side with the shower and toilet, but not the vanity and mirror. The bedroom camera light was off and there was no movement I could see at first. The only light was coming from the door of the bathroom. After a moment she walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She had a tooth brush in her mouth and had taken her shirt off. She was wearing a conservative white bra as her only top. As I watched she cross the room and unbuttoned her jeans. They were tight on her and she had to shimmy out of them. She got them half way off, and realized her shoes were still on. She stepped out of them and then pulled the jeans off one leg at a time. She was wearing a white lace thong, and I got a good look at it from behind when she walked back to the bathroom. I unbuttoned my pants and slid my hand in. My dick was already rock hard and I started stroking it. Almost as an afterthought I pressed the record button on the cameras I was watching. The camera in the bedroom was focused more on the bed, and the doorway to the bathroom was in the upper left hand corner of the screen. It made seeing what was going on a bit harder. She stopped at the vanity and continued brushing her teeth. She brushed them vigorously and I could see her breasts shake with the motion. She leaned over to spit, and rinse her mouth out in the sink, and then she disappeared deeper into the bathroom. I switched to looking at the bathroom camera and she appeared on the side of the L that held the shower and toilet. (I made a mental note that the bathroom probably needed another camera.) She pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. The angle was good but she put her hands in her lap, so I couldn't see between her legs. Almost as an afterthought I hit the button for the microphone and could faintly hear the sound of her relieving her bladder. She finished, and wiped back to front. I thought for just a moment she was going to play with herself, but that was only wishful thinking. She stood up, not bothering to put her panties back on, and started unhooking her bra. She was standing in the perfect spot, for me to see her breasts when it came off. They were beautiful and her areola had gotten much darker with age; now more of a dark coral than the light pink of her youth. I continued stroking. She walked back around to the side of the bathroom I couldn't see and I switched to the view of her bedroom. It only took a moment for her to walk out, completely bare, with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She proceeded to rub her hand lotion into her neck and shoulders. She was standing in front of the mirror watching herself as she did so. Her movements weren't designed to be sexy, just efficient. She wasn't putting on a show, just getting ready for bed. After she rubbed the lotion into her breasts and stomach she walked to the bed and put one leg up on the edge, rubbed it then the other. Then she rubbed it into her perfectly round ass and went back to the mirror to check her work. A hand dropped to her stomach, and I thought for another second that she may masturbate, but she didn't. She simply turned off the lights and climbed into bed. The cameras switched to an eerie green filter in the darkness. In For A Penny, In For A Pound I stopped my own stroking and listened for a few minutes, thinking maybe she would have her personal time with the lights out, but all I heard was regular breathing. "Fuck!" I said to myself, and meant it. I didn't want to finish jerking off with nothing to watch. I sat there for a moment, trying to decide what I was going to do. Finally I decided that it was nice and cool outside and that if I was going to have a jerk it might as well be in the hot tub. I'd have to figure out how I would make my pass at her tomorrow. Amanda was in bed, and from what I could tell, she was sound asleep. I live alone with a very private back yard, so there is no reason for me to ever wear a swim suit when I go swimming. I went to my own room, stripped down to my boxers, grabbed a towel and headed back downstairs. I picked up a bottle of scotch from the kitchen, and a nice crystal glass and walked out to the hot tub. It was a bit colder than I expected, and I was anxious to get in the warm water. I set the bottle down on the edge of the Jacuzzi, stripped out of my shorts, threw them on the lounge chair and then threw the towel on top. I was still semi hard when I slid my body into the warm water. I hit the button for the jets and bubbles. Within seconds I was lost to the world in the warm water and the white noise roar of the jets. I poured a generous helping of the scotch (Oban) and took a larger than normal swallow. I was already buzzed from the wine with dinner, the sun was down, I was sexually frustrated by the beautiful woman naked in the bed upstairs and I just wanted to unwind the day. One swallow led to two which led to 4 and I was pouring a second glass. Just as I was closing my eyes again, I heard the back door open and close. I turned to see, what was happening and Amanda was walking out of the back door, in a form fitting, tan bikini almost the same shade as her freckled skin. She had a towel over one shoulder and she was headed toward me. "Hey," I said. "I thought you were going to bed." "I did too. Then I heard the hot tub on, and thought I would come out. Mind if I join you?" "Of course not. Come on in." As I said it, an old school impulse to stand when a lady entered the room hit me and I went to stand, then remembered I wasn't wearing anything and sat back down quickly. It probably just looked like I was adjusting my position, so I tried to play it off. She quickly slid into the water, glad to be out of the cold. She went all the way under to dunk her head. When she came up the top of the suit she was wearing was noticeably transparent, her large dark nipples perfectly visible in the dim light. She didn't seem to notice. What she did notice was my glass. She moved around the hot tub and refilled it and then took it back to her side, to sit with her back to the edge of the tub and her arms up. It left the bottom of her bikini top an inch out of the water and I admired the view. She took a sniff and then a quick sip of the scotch. "Good," she proclaimed with a little cough. Then took another, longer sip. In a few minutes the glass was empty and she reached for the bottle to refill. She had been drinking all day and was already drunk when she went to bed. The scotch was working on her quickly, and she tripped a little trying to reach the bottle. She half sat in my lap, and I put my arms around her to keep her from falling. My right hand accidentally covered her left breast when I did. "I got it, I got it." She said, standing up. She took the bottle to the other side of the tub and sat back down. "You, madam, are quite drunk." I said with a smile. "Yes I am. And it's a well-deserved drunk." "How's that?" "Well, I just left my whole life in New York. I'm gambling everything I have on a business I know almost nothing about. I'm 32 and I'm not getting any younger. Its going to be a lot of work, and having so much time by myself has given me too much thinking time today. So I'm trying my best not to think." "Well," I said, "You seem to be well on your way to that place." "Remember the last time we got this drunk," She asked. "That last night before you left for New York? Yes, I have a vivid memory of that night", I said smiling to myself. "No, not that night. I was really drunk, but you weren't that bad off, I don't think. No, remember that camping trip we took. Out of the park?" And I did remember that. My buddies and I used to throw parties deep in the woods. We would use four wheelers to get the beer and tents and food out there and then give directions to our friends for them to walk in. These things could last for days, and the best thing about it is that since there were no neighbors, there was no one to call the cops. We could get as rowdy and loud as we wanted. One of the last ones we had thrown before Amanda had left we tried out a new place. We had all left our cars at a soccer park and gone into the woods behind them. It was fun, but no four wheeler access, so we abandoned it. It was too hard to walk the beer coolers that far in. "Oh yeah. I do remember that. What was that, fall?" "Yeah, it was about this time of year; just when things were getting cooler. You want to hear a confession about that night?" I liked where this was going. "Yeah, sure." She took another drink. "Do you remember the girl you were with, what was her name? Shelly?" "Shelby. I haven't thought about her in long years." "That's funny, because I think about her all the time." "Why," I asked genuinely curious. "Do you remember what happened that first night of the party with her?" "Vaguely. We got really drunk and went off to make out." "I think it was a little more than that," she said "I can't possibly believe you don't remember." "Fine, I'm sure we had sex. But honestly she wasn't that memorable. Anyway, you still haven't made your confession yet." "Okay, then here's my confession," she said with a very mischievous grin. "After you took her away from the camp fire I got in a fight with another girl there. I was pissed and I had to take a pee so I went to find a place. I found a tree a short walk away from the camp site and took a squat. While I was pissing I heard your voice. You sounded mad. "So I crept around the tree and I could see you and Shelly". "Shelby," I corrected automatically. "Yeah, whatever. I saw the two of you and she was lying on her back and you slapped her across the face a couple of times. She had passed out." Suddenly the whole thing came back to me and I sat up a little straighter. My discomfort must have shown, because she smiled knowingly. "Ahhh, so you do remember." "Yeah, I think I remember," I said cautiously. "It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. You slapped her twice across the face and she was passed out. You cursed a few times, and then undid her shorts and pulled them down. You put your hands between her legs, I guess you were fingering her. Then you rolled her over on her stomach, got on top of her and fucked the shit out of her from behind. Eventually you finished, and pulled her shorts back on and went back to the party." "That's your confession," I asked being very careful what I said. "That you saw me fuck my drunk girlfriend in the woods?" "No, I saw you take what you wanted. And my confession is that when I watched you do it, I was fingering myself." "Really?" I said relaxing. Under the swirling water I was so hard it hurt, it physically hurt. She had a lusty look on her face and her tits floated above the water in a nearly nonexistent bikini. "Really. That's my confession. My panties were already down from pissing, and I was already kind of wet from making out with some guy there. And then I saw what you were doing to Shelly and it was just too much. I couldn't believe you just took her like that, so forcefully. I couldn't help myself. Ever since then, if I have trouble getting off, I think about that." "Wow," I said. "That's some fucking confession." "Yeah, there is something I have always wondered." "Whats that?" I asked. Some of the tension returning. "Was she the only one?" I didn't like where this was going, and I wanted to take some of the tension out of the conversation. "Hmmm, it sounds to me like you want to play a game." "What," she said. A little caught off guard. "If you're going to ask questions like that, it sounds like you want to play a little Turth or Dare." "Oh, okay!" she said "Yeah, that would be fun." The scotch and the hot water and the sexy talk were getting to both of us. My face felt flush, and her eyes looked a little glassy. "Okay, I pick truth, then," I said as casually as I could. "Okay, was she the only girl you ever did that to?" "Did what," I asked innocently. "You know... took... like that." "You mean forced?" "Yeah,"she agreed. "No." I answered simply. "Who else? Was it someone I know?" "Sorry," I said with what sounded like genuine regret in my voice. "Its not your turn to ask another question. Truth or dare?" She looked me over, and then gave out a little percussive laugh. "Okay, okay, we will do it your way. Truth." "Hmmm, I said thinking. So you told me that you masturbated watching me that night. What else do you fantasize about when you masturbate?" She thought about it for a moment. "Mostly just sex. You know regular sex stuff. Sometimes I think about being tied down or things like that. Sometimes I think about fucking the husbands or boyfriends of the women that I don't like. That's always a good one. I like rough sex sometimes." A moment ago, I didn't think I could get any harder, but I was wrong. "Truth or dare", she said. "Truth" I said again. "Okay, who else have you taken like you did with Shelly? Have you ever done it when the girl was awake?" "That's two questions." "Fine, the first one. Who else?" "Hmmm, well there were a couple of other girls. There was a stripper in Houston. Maybe a couple in my travels." "Anyone I know?" "Nope!" I said. Now your turn. Truth or dare?" "Truth," She replied. "Damn, I never thought you of all people would be this scared of a little dare." That rankled her. I could see it go across her face like a shadow. She did not like to be out done or called a coward, no matter what the circumstances. "Fine, dare", she said overly testily. "I suppose you're going to say something childish like 'take off all your clothes and run around the pool'". "No, that would be two dares." I said. Since she had procured the glass I had brought out I took a swig right from the bottle of scotch to buy myself time. "Just take off your swimsuit. I dare you." "Fuck you," she said. "Sissy", I countered eloquently. She gave me the finger, first with one hand, and then with two throwing in a nasty look for good measure. She sank down into the water up to her neck and busied her hands. Before long her first hand came out with the top. She slung it out of the hot tub and past my head splashing some water in my face. Then her other hand came out with her bottoms. With all the force of a soft ball pitcher she threw them and hit me right in the face, making the most incredible SPLAT! sound. "There, mother fucker! Truth or dare?" I pulled the wet, thin material off my face and looked at her. She was still up to her neck in the water, but when I looked she started laughing. We both laughed for a bit and she said "Fuck it all, anyway." She sat back on the bench seat of the tub, but lower. Her tits were still underwater but only barely. I could make out her nipples, hard and pointed in the soft green glow from the lights at the bottom, but the bubbles obscured the rest." "Truth," I answered. "Hey, wait that's no fair", she complained. "I agreed to a dare." "And that was your choice. I say truth." "Okay, fine. Fine then. Here is your question. All those nights you took me home when I was fucking wasted, passed out whatever. Did you ever... you know?" "What," I asked. "Did you ever do to me what you did to her?" "Force her?" I asked. I let a light laugh escape my lips. "God no," I lied. She looked down for a minute, like she was composing herself. "Truth" she said. "Okay, are you disappointed that I didn't?" "Yes," she said very softly. "Maybe. I guess I don't really know. Maybe after I saw you with her I got a little extra drunk and put you in situations where you could. Maybe even a few times I just pretended to be that drunk." "If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask, Amanda. I'm not exactly a saint." "Maybe I just wanted you to need me so badly that you couldn't control yourself or stop yourself. Maybe I just wanted you to be that attracted to me." I let that hang in the air for a little while, saying nothing. She had forgotten, at least temporarily, about her nudity. She was sitting high enough up in the water now that her breasts were out again. The droplets of water and dim light played off of her pale skin and freckles beautifully. When I felt the moment had drifted along enough I simply said "Dare." That brought her back to the present. She looked up at me, and got a smile on her face. "Okay, dare it is," she said. "I shouldn't be the only one naked in this fucking hot tub. Take off your swimsuit." "That's your dare?" "Yes!" "Are you sure," I asked. "Yes, off with them. Let's see them." "Can't. I took them off before I got in." "You're a fucking liar!" "Go look, if you don't believe me," I said easily. "They're over there on the lounger under the towel." She started to get out of the water to look, and then realized her own state of undress and sat back down; waited for a moment with a thoughtful look on her face and then broke out in a grin. Her foot touched my leg mid shin, and it surprised me enough that I nearly jumped out of my skin. I got myself together and waited patiently as she ran her foot up my leg and between my knees, eventually to my groin. Her toes probed my steel hard dick and back down to my balls. As she did this, she had to float closer to the surface to reach all the way across the tub. I could clearly make out her whole body under the water. Her pussy was shaved clean and her lips were engorged, her nipples were as hard as ice picks, even in the warm water. Her foot withdrew and she sat back down, but the sensation of her touch remained on my skin. "Okay, I believe you." She looked a little disappointed. "Truth or dare then?" "Dare," she said defiantly. I smiled and stared her right in the eyes. "I dare you to turn around." "What? What do you mean turn around?" "I dare you to stand up and turn around. Either you do it or you forfeit." She eyed me cautiously. I think we both knew what was going to happen next. It was almost a battle of wills to see if she would do it or not. But right there I decided that if she didn't turn around I would turn her around. Slowly, carefully, she stood up and looked at me. The water was down to just below her navel now, and her magnificent breasts were on full display for me. I watched as she broke eye contact and turned around. She was shaking slightly, whether from fear or excitement I wasn't sure, but probably a little of both. I stood up myself, and walked to just behind her. With my left hand I griped her shoulder to hold her in place and with my right eached between her legs and grabbed her sex roughly. "Unnnnah," she exclaimed loudly. I felt her slick pussy contract, spasm, in my hand. I used her surprise to push her down onto the edge of the hot tub. She was bent over the rim now, and I kept my left hand on her shoulder, pressing her into the concreate tiles, keeping her in place. With one very forceful thrust I slid my dick right between her lips and as deep into her as I could go. "Ahhh!" She exclaimed. I thrust again. "Is that what you wanted?" I asked. "Yes," I trust into her again. "I didn't hear you." "Yes," she gasped out. "Tell me you love me." "I love you," she said and I pounded myself into her again. "Said it again, louder." "I love you!" she all but screamed. I moved both of my hands to her hips and used the added leverage to pull her back against me while pushing my hips forward. She moaned again and tried to stand up a bit, pushing off the rim of the tub with her hands. "No!," I said firmly and pushed her chest and shoulders back onto the tiles hard enough to let her know not to try to stand up again. "Now tell me you hate me." "I hate you," she groaned. "Mean it" "I hate you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me to stop." "Don't stop" "Tell me to stop" I punctuated the words with a slap to the back of her head and thrust of my dick. I knew I was getting close. "Stop." She said in a choked voice. "Again!" "STOP!" she said "Beg me." "Please god, stop", she wailed! When she said it, I grabbed her by the hips again and moved her over about 5 inches to the left, I did it hard and violently, still inside her. When I pulled her to a stop her clitoris was right in front of a water jet. "Ahhhh," she practically screamed it. Reflexively she tried to move; tried to pull away from such an intense sensation so close to such a tender area. Her struggle sent me over the edge. I felt my orgasm come on me suddenly and I pumped load after load of cum into her. It triggered her own orgasm and her pussy locked onto me tighter than I have ever felt any woman before. She wailed loudly, unintelligibly, beyond words, communicating her body's needs on an animal level. I stayed inside her until I started feeling her body go limp. I bent over and laid my body on top of hers. We were both breathing heavily; the world seemed fuzzy around me. I felt the walls of her twitch around me in the last of her orgasm. Then suddenly she started struggling again. She was trying to move or turn away from the jet. It took me too long to realize what she was doing, and I wasn't helping. Finally I got the picture and moved off of her, sliding out of her as I did so. I pulled myself onto the rim of the hot tub and sat down heavily. I needed a moment to recover. She got out and moved to the towel she has dropped before getting in. She wrapped it around herself and looked back at me, half afraid, partly surprised, still with the vestiges of her arousal on her, she looked like a spooked deer. Then the moment passed, and she straightened up. She smiled at me. I didn't know what to say or do, and I had no energy left. So I just sat there waiting for her to say something. As she relaxed she decided to take her towel off and dry herself in earnest. I watched appreciatively. As she was nearing the end of drying off I stood up and got my own towel. For just a moment she stopped and looked at me warily, then finished ringing out her hair. "That was intense," she said, matter of factly. "Yeah," I agreed lamely. "You know what," she asked. "What?" "It's your turn, and I dare you to catch me." I took me a moment to register what she had just said. She waited until I looked up and smiled at her. Then she dropped the towel and took off, naked and barefoot toward the house. I was right on her heels.