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Change of Plan

By: Frederick Carol



This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed.

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During the summer vacation, my friend Todd Larson and I were off on a back-packing trip into the desert with some of the other guys from school. We'd been out for a couple of days when Todd turned his ankle on a loose stone. We didn't know whether he'd broken it or not, but we realised that he couldn't go on and discussed it. The upshot of it was that we divided Todd's pack temporarily amongst the rest of us and made a detour. Our route crossed one or two roads, but no main ones. With a five mile diversion, however, we could reach the Interstate, where Todd could catch a Greyhound home. Todd half-hopped, half-limped, leaning on us in turn, until we reached the Interstate. I elected to stay with Todd, so the other guys bade us goodbye and Todd and I sat down by the roadside to wait for the bus.

We'd only been there for about five minutes when a car slowed down as it passed and then stopped and backed up. I got up and went across. The driver was a woman in her mid-thirties or thereabouts.

"Hi," she said. "You guys looking for a lift?"

"Yeah, we thought we'd flag down the Greyhound. My buddy turned his ankle, so he can't walk."

She turned and looked across at Todd, who sort of half-waved to her. She obviously came to a decision, because she opened the car door. I stepped back to give her room and caught sight of the gun in her bag as the flap caught on her seatbelt. She saw my look of shock and lifted the flap on her bag. There was a police badge fastened to the underside of the flap. She grinned at me.

"Detective Susan Anderson, on my way home to Larson after visiting my Mom. Where are you guys headed?"

"Larson," I said, relieved.

"It's your lucky day," she said smiling at me. "Let's get your friend in the car."

Thanks to Detective Anderson we got Todd to the hospital just after noon. She helped me get Todd and his pack into the emergency room. Todd sat down and I went back out to the car with her.

"Don't forget, if you guys want to come down to the precinct and see what makes it tick, you'll be welcome. Just 'phone first, to make sure I'm available. 'Bye, Matthew. Good luck." 

She drove off, leaving me thinking, 'I wish you were available, detective Susan Anderson, because you are one foxy fuzz'!

I went back into the hospital. Todd was still sprawled on the couch where I'd left him.

"The nurse says they can see to me in a minute, Matt. Will you call Mom? She's at the shop."

"Sure thing, buddy. No problem."

An hour later, I was on my way to Todd's home, to tell his sister Lisa what had happened and to tell her not to worry when her mom didn't get home at four, as planned. I caught the bus as it stopped just two blocks from the house and in no time was letting myself in with Todd's key. With hindsight, I suppose I should have rung the bell, but later I was really glad I hadn't.

There was no sign of Lisa downstairs or in the pool, which was where I'd expected to find her, so I went upstairs, past Todd's room and round the corner to where I knew Lisa's room was. I heard voices and peeped around the door then stopped, frozen. Lisa was lying on her bed, naked. Kathy Evans, also naked, was sucking Lisa's tit while she stroked her belly. God, Lisa was as lovely as I'd imagined! And Kathy, ohmigod and wow! I'd lusted after Kathy for ages.

As I watched, my heart in my mouth, fascinated, Kathy's hands moved down and began stroking Lisa's thighs, then moved in towards Lisa's cunt. I suddenly noticed that Lisa was wearing a sleep-mask, covering her eyes. Wow! I thought, I bet she can really feel everything that Kathy is doing to her. Kathy had begun to stroke Lisa's pussy and I could hardly breathe. Kathy reached behind herself to the dresser and took from it an object I recognised as a dildo. Hell! Was she going to fuck Lisa with it?

Kathy took the dildo and moistened it in her own cunt. I nearly creamed in my shorts at that moment. God, if one of these girls would like to be fucked, I'm their man! Kathy took the dildo and gently applied it to Lisa's cunt.

"What are you doing?" Lisa asked. I thought she sounded strained.

"It's all right, Lisa, it's only 'Jack'. Relax," said Kathy. 'Jack'? I thought.

"It feels good, Kathy, but don't put it in," said Lisa urgently, "I don't want to be fucked for the first time by some plastic and rubber hand-me-down of my sister's. I want a real cock, attached to a real male."

It seemed to me that despite what she said, Lisa was getting turned on and her hands began to flutter. Kathy suddenly got a 'Got it!' look on her face and pressed the dildo gently against Lisa's clit, then spun it.

Lisa came. Boy, did she come! She shook, she moaned and she enjoyed it. As she came down from her high, Kathy lay on the bed beside her and the two girls began hugging and kissing. Jeez, hot!

"I had no idea what you were doing, but when you spun that thing against my clit, I had no chance. I had to come and come hard, " said Lisa.

"As I noticed," said Kathy.

"God, yes. I must wash these sheets before Mom gets home, they're soaked with your cum and mine."

"Mm, yes, but not yet. I don't think we've finished our experimenting." 

It was Lisa's turn to giggle. "Agreed! But one thing I am sure of. The first prick that gets up my pussy to the promised land has to be attached to a real live male!"

Before I really realised what I was doing I spoke. "Can I volunteer?" The two girls spun round, their faces shocked. I felt myself flushing slightly. My prick was so hard that it was really stretching my hiking shorts. Kathy reached out, apparently instinctively for something to cover herself, then stopped, relaxing on the bed. Lisa stood up and walked over to me, putting her arms around my neck, kissing me hard and grinding herself against my bulge.

"Volunteers always welcome," she said. "Yes, Matthew, please fuck me. Soon, very soon. Where's Todd? And why are you back? I thought you were away until the weekend."

"Todd turned his ankle, so I came back with him. He's at the hospital, being checked, he can hardly walk. I 'phoned your Mom, Lisa, and she's gone to the hospital. She asked me to let you guys know." I smiled.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to almost cream in my shorts. You two put on a really sexy show."

"Glad you liked it," said Lisa. "Kathy, shall we go down to the hospital and see my big brother?"

"No, I don't I think so," said Kathy, to my surprise. "After all, we said we wanted to get fucked, and Matthew's here with something huge inside those shorts. Your Mom's with Todd and this is our chance, if Matthew will help." She smiled at me, her cheeks pink.

"I will be delighted to help you," I said, smiling at her. "You sure you want to fuck?"

Kathy flushed but smiled. "I do, and I think we could both enjoy it," she said. She turned to Lisa. "Don't we?"

"Oh, we do. I can hardly wait to get started."

"No more than me, sister-slut. Come on. Matt will cream his shorts if we make the poor baby wait much longer. Get naked, Matt, Lisa and I feel a tad conspicuous."

The girls watched me carefully as I undressed. I don't know if it was anticipation or just being watched keenly by two naked - and very attractive - girls, but my prick felt as hard as it had ever been. Kathy drew in her breath as my prick was revealed.

"Mmm, impressive," said Lisa. "Don't you think so, Kathy?"

"What?" said Kathy absently, eyeing my boner as keenly as Lisa.

"Matt's . . oh, never mind. I can see you're busy with your own assessment."

Kathy looked up at me and I smiled at her, flushing slightly from the undivided attention of the two girls.

"Do you like it, Kathy?" I asked her quietly.

Kathy flushed. "God, yes!" she whispered. She glanced at Lisa. "Who first?"

Lisa spun around and dashed out of the room. "We'll cut for it!" she called back over her shoulder, "I'll get the cards!"

Kathy and I both laughed. She gazed at my prick again, apparently mesmerised, then looked up at me. I smiled at her.

"Scared, Kathy?" I asked quietly.

"A little."

"I'll be gentle, I promise." Oh yes! I wanted her, I wanted Lisa, too, but most of all I wanted Kathy.

Kathy smiled fleetingly, as Lisa dashed back into the room, naked tits bobbing enticingly. I was enjoying the inviting jiggle of Lisa's gorgeous young tits when I saw Kathy's rueful grimace from the corner of my eye. 'You needn't fear competition, Kathy', I thought. 'Yours may be smaller but they are truly lovely.'

"Shuffle and cut, Matt," said Lisa, handing me the pack of cards. "Then we'll pick a card each." Lisa grinned at Kathy. "This way, Matthew doesn't have to choose and make one of us jealous of the other!" Lisa turned to me, suddenly concerned. "You will be able to fuck both of us, Matt, won't you?" she asked.

"I'll do my very best, Lisa. I think I can promise both of you that much." I grinned, my prick twitching at just the thought of fucking both of them. Gods, it was a randy teenager's glimpse of heaven. Two - count them, two! - girls, both wanting to be fucked. I removed the pack of cards from the carton and shuffled them, then fanned them out. "OK, pick one each. High card gets fucked first and aces are highest. If you both draw the same value, you pick again." The girls nodded.

"You first, Lisa," said Kathy. "You're the hostess."

Lisa reached out and drew a card, holding it to her breasts so that neither Kathy nor I could see it. She signalled to Kathy.

"You now."

Kathy reached out, dithered a moment, then took a card, glancing at it almost fearfully. She held it out so that Lisa and I could see it. A queen. Lisa's breath of relief was audible. She held out her own card. A king!

"I'll go for a swim, then watch some TV," said Kathy. "Call me when you're...."

That was as far as she got. Lisa grabbed her and hugged her. "We've shared the experience so far, Kathy, I want to go on sharing it. Please stay!" "If you're both sure?" said Kathy tentatively.

"Please stay, Kathy," I said.

Kathy grinned. "OK!" She got up on the bed and scooted herself into the corner against the headboard. "There's still room for you guys!"

Lisa scrambled onto the bed and lay back with her legs spread, then sat up suddenly, looking worried. "Matt, have you got a rubber? I'm not on the pill and much as I want to be fucked, I don't want to get pregnant!"

"Relax, Lisa," I said, reaching for my shorts. I took the small foil-wrapped package from my pocket and held it up. "I came prepared!" I laughed. "Although I must confess, I hadn't expected to be using them today."

Lisa grinned and lay back again. I tore open the little packet, then carefully rolled the condom onto my pole. I knelt between Lisa's spread legs, then lowered myself so that my prick pressed gently at Lisa's cunt. I pressed gently, moving back and forth so that the first inch or so of my was prick in Lisa's cunt. God, she was tight! Lisa had her eyes closed and she was smiling beatifically, her breathing loud in the quiet of the bedroom.

I slid my hand between myself and Lisa and began gently stroking her clitoris. My cock was half-buried in Lisa's cunt by now and I was making tiny back and forth movements, imperceptibly getting deeper.

Lisa was moaning wordlessly, little 'Oohs' and Aahs', almost whispered, her voice throaty in its intensity. I could feel the constriction of her hymen - a first for me - and pressed gently but firmly. Suddenly Lisa said 'Oh!' in a completely different tone, her eyes wide, clutching convulsively at me as my cock sank deeply into her. Moments later Lisa moaned and began to shake as I made my strokes longer and deeper.

"I'm coming, Matthew," she whispered, "you're going to make me come! Oh Matt, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm com...Oh God! I've come!" And she began visibly to shudder to climax as I began to move urgently inside her.

"Lisa, baby, you're making me come too!" I groaned. I felt the tingle begin. "Lisa, I'm coming!" I said urgently.

"Come in me, Matt, come for me, baby" Lisa moaned. "Oh, Matthew, this is so fucking good!"

"Oh, Lisa, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming!" My prick surged and I shuddered and sank myself deeply into Lisa's cunt, trembling into immobility. 

"Matt, honey, you're heavy!" said Lisa as we cooled.

"Sorry, Lisa." I eased myself gently out of Lisa's cunt, then bent and lightly kissed her nose. "Thank you, Lisa," I said, "that was terrific."

"Oh, boy! Was it ever!" said Lisa fervently. "I enjoyed that!" She felt beneath herself and grimaced. "I'll have to get this bedding in the wash before Mom gets home."

"Put it in now," I said. "Then we can all have a swim. I need to recover before I'll be ready to ride again." I grinned at Kathy and she flushed, but Lisa's attention was on the bedding and I winked at Kathy to reassure her.

Lisa glanced around at the two of us."Good idea, Matthew. Give me a hand, Kathy?" she asked. "You go start your swim, Matt, we'll be right out. Oh, and Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"Naked!"

"Me? Or you?"

"All of us!"

"But don't get out at the far end of the pool," said Kathy. "You could be seen from the road, there."

"I'll swim underwater," I said solemnly. "But first, what do I do with this?" I asked, carefully removing the jizz-filled condom from my rapidly softening prick.

Lisa grabbed some tissues from a box on the dresser and held out her hand. "Give it here, I'll bury it in the trash." I went out and down to the pool and swam a few hard lengths before the girls came out. We horsed around for a while and then showered together.

"It's a good job your Mom's not here, Lisa," said Kathy, giggling as I carefully lathered Lisa's tits. "When did she say she'd be back?"

"About six. She's taking Todd with her to the Gallery, then coming straight home from there. You'd better stop doing that, Matthew, it's Kathy's turn"

Kathy looked at me, amused. "I've never showered with a naked boy before. Especially not with one sporting such an impressive . . er . . " Her voice tailed off.

"Prick?" I suggested.

Kathy giggled. "Prick," she agreed. She looked at me. "Can I touch it?"

"Oh, please do!" As much as you like, Kathy.

Kathy reached out gingerly and touched my pole.

"Oh, it's hot!" she said, surprised. My prick twitched as she touched it and she pulled her hand back, startled.

I moaned slightly and pulled Kathy to me, turning her head and bending to kiss her. She complied eagerly and almost before our lips met her mouth was open, her tongue questing. I was with her all the way and the kiss set us both alight with desire.

I let my hands begin to rove over her body, touching her neck, her throat, her hips. She shuddered as my thumbs brushed lightly over her nipples, erect, hard. She dropped her hand and grasped my prick lightly, squeezing experimentally. 'Please, like it Kathy, I want to put it in you so badly!' I thought.

Lisa's voice broke into our absorption. "Come on, you two! Get dried first."

Reluctantly, we broke our kiss and rinsed the soap from ourselves. Lisa led the way from the shower and threw each of us a fluffy bath towel, getting one for herself and beginning to towel herself dry. Her tits were jiggling delightfully as she dried. I watched carefully, enjoying the moment and the movement. From the corner of my eye I noticed Kathy watching Lisa with a slightly rueful look on her face. 'I hope she isn't envious', I thought. 'Lisa's tits are nice, very nice, but hers are gorgeous'. As Lisa's curls disappeared into the towel as she rubbed at her hair, I winked at Kathy in reassurance.

Dried, but with still-damp hair, Lisa led the way into the sitting-room, carrying a towel. "Put this underneath you, Kathy, and if you bleed, it won't matter 'cos I'll put the towel straight in the wash!"

"Good thinking, Lisa," I said, taking her into my arms and kissing her thoroughly, so that Lisa was breathing heavily when we separated, her cheeks flushed. 'Kathy's turn', I thought to myself. My prick twitched even harder. I gently released Lisa and turned to Kathy.

"Ready?" I asked. 'Don't say no, Kathy, not now. I want you so badly' I thought.

Kathy nodded. "I guess so," she said with a tremor in her voice. I took the towel from Lisa and spread it on the couch, then took Kathy's hand and sat, tugging her gently down beside me. I took her hand and kissed the fingers, then put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek, then her neck, and nuzzled my way down her tit.

I closed my lips gently over her nipple, licking, suckling, tugging gently. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles and I nipped one lightly with my teeth. Kathy shuddered and I sat back slightly and grinned at her, then kissed her lips again, the kiss setting us both on fire anew. Kathy took a light grip on my prick, the feel of her hand wonderful to me. I liked and admired this girl, and the thought of taking her virginity with her enthusiastic cooperation was making my prick like a bar of iron. I became aware of Lisa coming across to us and something being pressed into Kathy's free hand. The next thing I knew, Kathy broke the kiss and began to gently roll a condom onto my flagpole.

Kathy lay back on the couch and spread her legs. "Fuck me, Matthew," she whispered, "fuck me now!"

I eased myself over her and carefully positioned myself to enter her. Kathy took hold of my prick and guided it to her virgin opening. I eased myself forward until the tip of my cock was in her.

"It feels good, Matthew," she whispered.

"I don't want to hurt you, Kathy. Stop me if it hurts," I said quietly.

"I will," she whispered back, "But it isn't hurting yet! It just feels big and hard and good, oh so very, fucking good!" She wriggled slightly, trying to accommodate me and be comfortable, too. I eased myself into her another inch or so and she stiffened slightly. She relaxed a little when I stopped then eased back before pressing gently into her again.

Carefully and gently, I worked at getting my prick into her cunt. I knew that she was enjoying this new experience and there was no way I wanted to spoil it for her. She hooked her heels together behind my back and I suddenly realised my prick was pressing against her hymen! 

"Aaah!" she moaned, a twinge of discomfort spasming her cunt. "Careful, Matthew," she whispered. "Much further and I won't be virgin any longer!"

I kissed her nose and grinned at her, then began to move gently back and forth, trying to adjust to the incredible warmth and snugness of Kathy's virgin cunt, pressing gently into her to break the membrane of her armour. Pain spasmed her again and she winced.

"Careful, Matthew," she moaned, "it hurts!"

Concerned, I withdrew slightly and kept up a gentle back and forth movement while Kathy recovered from her discomfort. I slid my hand gently between us and let my thumb play lightly with her clitoris.

"Mmm," said Kathy, "I like that." Soon her breathing began to deepen as I continued to move my prick gently in and out of her cunt. I was only halfway in, but she felt so good and hot and tight that there was no way I was going to do anything to spoil this moment.

"I'm going to come soon, Matt," she whispered. "You're going to make me come!" She glanced across at Lisa who smiled encouragingly at us, her own fingers busy at her cunt, stroking the dildo in and out. Kathy grinned when she saw that, then gave herself to her own rapidly approaching climax.

"I'm coming, Matt!" she gasped, her stomach muscles fluttering, then clasped me tight as her cunt spasmed in climax.

As her inner muscles gripped me, I withdrew almost all the way and then, clenching my buttocks for the effort, I thrust firmly into unexplored territory. I hoped that the excitement and turmoil of her orgasm would let me break her hymen without causing her too much pain.


Change of Plan



Jen and I had come to the Mayan Rivera in Mexico for beach days and romantic nights, but all week it had rained in torrents. Cooped up in the hotel room, we read all the books we'd brought and made love until we were bored with it. We'd don our cheap plastic rain parkas and go out for food, but other than that, there was nothing to do. We'd developed a serious case of cabin fever and, in truth, we were getting on each other's nerves quite a bit 

But on this day the rain finally had stopped in the afternoon, and we'd spent some hours on the beach. Even though the sky was gray, the water was beautiful turquoise and it felt so liberating to be out in our swimsuits with the breeze on our skin and our feet in the sand.

We decided that evening we would splurge. We'd seen an upscale place with tables right on the beach, each with an umbrella. It was a short walk from the hotel. We could have drinks and dinner at a table on the sand and dance to a live band. I watched Jen getting ready, standing at the mirror brushing her medium length brunette hair while wearing an expensive matching lavender satin bra and panty. Jen is an attractive woman from the front, but she is a beautiful woman from the back. Seen from the front, her shape and her legs are good, but her breasts are small. She has unblemished skin, deep brown eyes, and nice hair. Her face is expressive and intelligent, pretty but not strikingly beautiful. From the back, though, her slender waist makes a perfect feminine curve, accentuating her gorgeous ass. That shape filling out the shiny high waist satin panties was giving me a stirring, which was nice to feel after a boring week in the room. Jen was in a playful, happy mood. She put on a short cotton dress and smoothed the fabric. 

We stepped out the door together to walk up the beach, happy to be having some fun at last. Just as we were about to step out from under the shelter of the hotel entrance, the sky opened up again, and the deluge resumed.

Jen groaned in frustration and rolled her eyes and spun around to head back inside. Just then another couple came out the door, and they too stopped, watching the rain pour down. "Damn it," the man said. He was about our age, mid-thirties, taller than my five foot eight inches with dirty blond hair. He was thin and somewhat athletic looking, but not a body builder.

"We know how you feel," Jen said to them. "We have been here almost a week and we thought we might finally get a break from the rain." 

"Us too, and this is our last night," the woman added. She was about Jen's height, five six, with lovely breasts under her flower print sun dress that revealed slender arms and nicely shaped legs., Her blue-eyed perky face smiled under short hair that might have had some help being blonde. The four of us were headed back into the lobby. 

"Look," I said. "We have some snacks in the room and a bottle of tequila we were going to take back with us. Would you like to come up for a while and share them?"

She looked at him and they smiled at each other. "Yes!" he said. "We have some things, too. I'm Andy, by the way. And this is my wife Marika."

"Jen, and this is my husband Angelo."

After a short discussion, it was decided to take our food and drink to their room, which was a mini-suite with a sofa and coffee table and some extra chairs. So a few minutes later we gathered there, leaving our shoes inside the door beside theirs. Marika made margaritas in their kitchenette. We spread the snacks on the coffee table. Jen and Marika sat on the sofa while Andy and I pulled up a couple of chairs to sit on.

We talked about the weather, of course, and about our jobs and so on. The rain continued outside as we enjoyed the food and margaritas. I noticed Andy's obvious appreciation for Jen, and I she seemed to be having a good time chatting with him. Marika was nice to look at too, and friendly.

They had a deck of cards on the table and Andy was shuffling it over and over, just giving his hands something to do. "Let's play something," Jen suggested. That started us talking about card games. There weren't many that all of us knew.

"Look," Marika said with a mischievous grin. "Andy and I fly out tomorrow. We have this one evening with you and then we will never see each other again, right? It is a unique opportunity. We don't have to worry that the others will gossip with our neighbors about what happens or anything like that. So let's make it interesting. Let's do something out of the ordinary. What do you say, Jen?"

"What are you thinking?" Jen asked, smiling.

"Strip poker?" I asked, guessing.

"Just like a man," Jen said. "That is so juvenile"


"No, it's adolescent," Andy corrected her. "I like that idea," he said, looking directly at Jen, obviously thinking of seeing Jen naked.

"Give us a minute on that," Marika said. She then took Jen into the bedroom for a private conversation. Andy and I looked at each other. 

"You really want to do this if they are ok with it?" I asked him.

"Yes, definitely!" he said grinning.

"Me too," I said. 

A few minutes later, the girls came back. "Although neither of us normally would have any part of it, after a week of boredom, tonight strip poker could be part of it," Jen said. "But instead of poker just deal a single card to each person. Lowest card loses."

We agreed.

"And let's see, Jen and I are wearing bras, panties, and dresses, so if one of us lost three hands it would be over," Marika said,

"Same for us, though," I said, looking at Andy. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and I assumed underwear, as was I. "Three hands."

"OK, but Marika and I thought this might make it more interesting," Jen suggested. "It could be sort of like truth or dare, but just the truth part. So if you draw low card, you have to choose whether to answer truthfully or take something off."

"Who would decide what to ask if truth is chosen?" Andy wanted to know.

"Whoever had the highest card?" Marika suggested.

Everyone agreed. Marika made another pitcher of Margaritas as we cleared the snacks from the table. Already I was feeling an alcohol buzz and the tingling of arousal.

The game turned out to be immensely entertaining but not quite in the way I had expected. At first it seemed the losers all were choosing truth to avoid being the first to take something off. But the questions they had to answer were not easy ones. 

When Marika drew her first losing card, I had the high card. I said, "Tell us something that Andy doesn't know you know about him."

Marika thought for a while, then blushed. She looked at Andy and said, "Andy goes to a strip club almost every week."

"How did you know that?" Andy said, obviously embarrassed but trying to smile about it.

"I kept seeing a charge for 'CTC, Inc.' on the monthly statement," Marika said. "So I called the credit card company and tracked it down." She took a sip of her Margarita and turned to Jen. "CTC stands for Camel Toe Club."

Jen smiled knowingly, but I honestly did not know what 'camel toe' meant. So I asked. Andy just laughed, but Jen said, "Angelo, it's the shape like when a girl at the gym is wearing spandex shorts that are too tight."

"I still don't..."

Marika stood up and lifted her dress, revealing the front of her rose colored French cut cotton panties. She pulled the fabric up tight, separating her labia. "A camel has two toes with a cleft between them. Get it?" she asked, sitting down on the sofa.

"Oh, that was hot!" I said, and Andy agreed. We all loosened up after Marika did that.

Everyone lost some hands. More truths were told, like when Andy chose truth and Jen made him tell about the first time a girl had touched his cock. "I am embarrassed to admit, it was when I had just turned eighteen." he said. "I had just started college and I had a sore on my penis. I went to the infirmary and a physician's assistant examined me. She was an older woman, but nice looking. I had my pants down and she was wearing a white coat and surgical gloves. I was soft to start with, but when she touched me and twisted it a little to examine the shaft, I got a hard on instantly. It must have happened to her before, because she said nothing about it. She finished the exam and told me to pull up my pants. I was so embarrassed."

"Of course, you fantasized for weeks about what you wished she had done," I said, laughing. And Andy nodded agreement.

Marika drew high card to my losing card asked me to tell of one of our most erotic evenings. I described an evening when we took a hot bath in an old fashioned bathtub together, by candle light, sipping champagne. And kissing and caressing with soapy hands, before drying each other with towels. Then in bed I caressed Jen's nipples and labia with rose petals before following with my tongue and then serious lovemaking. I could see Jen smiling as I told it, and Marika liked it too. 

The tequila seemed to be sneaking up on us, as tequila does, surprising us with how buzzed we were. We grew very comfortable with each other. I noticed that both the women, who originally had kept their legs primly together, were relaxing and letting their legs hang open sometimes. And both were showing wetness on their panties, to my delight and Andy's.

The next time Jen lost a hand, she chose to take off her dress off, revealing her body and sexy lingerie. She folded her dress and walked over to put it on the counter of the kitchenette, and we all watched her exquisite backside. "God, those are beautiful panties," Andy said, ogling her ass. "Are they vintage?"

"You mean granny panties?" Jen asked, giving her ass a little shimmy and laughing. 

Andy lost the next hand and took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor beside his chair. The next time I lost, I decided to be different and take off my shorts first, and the ladies approved as I unfastened them and let them drop to my ankles, and then kicked them to the side. So I was wearing a shirt and boxers. But I soon lost the shirt, and Andy lost his shorts. 

The next time Marika lost, we all expected her to take her dress off. But she chose truth, and Jen had the high card. "Tell us your secret sexual desire. What do you want to do with Andy that you have never done and never told him?"

Marika flushed right away. She hesitated, then began to answer. "I want to, I want Andy to let..." She stopped. She tried again but just did not have the courage to say it, whatever it was. We all encouraged her, but finally she said, "No, I can't say it."

That led to a discussion of what to do. "She chose truth, she has to tell," I said.

"No, she can't. She really tried. So give her a break." Jen said.

"Take off two things, then," Andy said, and we all agreed with it. So Marika stood and pulled the pretty summer dress off over her head, and folded it and walked over to put it on the counter by Jen's folded dress. Then she turned to face us. She reached one hand behind her and unfastened her rose colored cotton bra, and then slipped it off over her arms and laid it on the counter.

I almost gasped at the sight of her perfect, perky pair of medium size breasts, with lovely firm nipples that begged to be sucked. The dress had been hiding a couple of extra pounds that she carried in her upper thighs, and she had some small brown moles scattered around her torso. But hers was a body to lust after. Despite a little extra weight, she still had a waist that curved into feminine hips, with an almost flat stomach. 

Her panties still covered the part I wanted to see to complete the vision. My cock grew firm within my boxers and I could not hide it. And by then, Andy was wearing only silky black boxers, and his cock was standing tall in them. There was a shiny slick of pre-cum glistening on the fabric covering the tip of his cock. And Jen kept looking at it without hiding her amusement and interest.

Jen lost the next hand and Andy won. She reached one hand around her back to unfasten her bra, but then stopped. "No, I choose truth," she said.

Andy looked at her, a little disappointed she had not removed the bra. "OK, Jen. Tell the truth. Since you have been married to Angelo, have you ever slept with another man. Have you ever let another man fuck you?"

Jen hesitated. She looked at me.

"There's the answer right there," Andy said with a big grin.

"No, silence is not an answer," I said, mostly to Jen.

With a serious expression on her face, Jen turned to look at Andy. "Yes, I have," she admitted.

There was silence. We all were looking at Jen. Andy and Marika were waiting for details. Finally she said, "Pass me the cards. It's my deal."

"No wait, I want to know more," Andy insisted. "Was it a long term affair or serial lovers or only once? Tell us about it."

"That will cost you," Jen warned.

"What do you want? I'll take two losses. You can ask me anything. Is that enough?" Andy asked.

Marika laughed. "So now we can barter, too?"

"Why not?" Andy asked her. "I want to know the story."

"Ok, I'll tell it," Jen said. "But you each have to do two things that I tell you."

We all agreed. Andy was leaning forward, watching her intently. 

"OK, Andy, take your underwear off. And Angelo, I want yours off too."

We both stood and slid our boxers off and kicked them aside. We stood for a moment together revealing our erections to the girls, who were eagerly comparing. It made me so hot to have Marika looking at mine, and a different kind of turn on to see the way Jen studied Andy's. Neither of us were equipped to become porn stars, but our cocks both were straining for a personal best.

"Very nice," Jen said, smiling. Andy's cock surged visibly, leaking more pre-cum. My tip was getting wet too, as we both sat down in our chairs. Jen turned to Marika sitting beside her on the sofa. I was really hoping Marika's panties were coming off now, but Jen said, "Marika, whisper to me that secret fantasy that you couldn't say earlier."

Marika leaned over and shielded her lips with her hand as she whispered in Jen's ear. Andy and I strained to hear it, but we couldn't make out the words. Jen grinned and touched Marika's hand, saying, "I think about that sometimes too."

"So tell us about being unfaithful to Angelo," Andy insisted. "But wait a minute. You knew this already?" he asked me.

"Yes," I said quietly.

"She cuckolded you and you are still together," Marika said. 

It wasn't a question, but I answered. "Cuckold. Yes. But it is worse than that in a way."

"There was only one time," Jen said." We had been married for two and a half years and the passion had faded. I noticed the way Angelo had started looking at other girls and I knew he fantasized about them when we were making love. We were living in a tiny little house and I was working six nights per week as a cocktail waitress at a restaurant and bar. I was supporting us because he was working only part time and only then some of the time. I was very frustrated with the whole thing."

"I can relate," Marika said, with a glance at her husband, with his attention riveted to Jen and his cock erect.

"There was this cook at work named Tim who had a great body and was very full of himself. Tim had suggested we have an affair. He had a reputation there, having had affairs with a couple of the waitresses. Just for sex he said. No strings. I had been a virgin when we married so Angelo was the only man I had ever had. I was curious about other men in general and tempted by Tim's proposal. But I turned him down. More than once.

"I told Angelo about it one day weeks later, and he said, 'You should have done it. I wouldn't mind.' Which really pissed me off. 'Maybe I will tonight while you are out of town with your father,' I told Angelo. We owed his father money and he had asked Angelo to go on an overnight trip with him to pick up his new car, which had been delivered to a dealer in another city. I didn't mean it, really. I was just pissed."

"So get to the sex part," Andy said.

"Angelo, you have to tell the next part," Jen said, looking at me. 

"You know this is humiliating for me, Jen."

"Go ahead," Jen said. "It will do you good to tell someone about it."

I looked at Marika, who looked away when our eyes met. "I drove my father to the city, thinking all the way about Jen and worrying about her having sex with Tim. And I was so worried that, even though it was a seven hour drive, I dropped my father at the hotel and asked him to take a taxi to the dealer the next day. Then I turned around and drove seven hours home."

"It was late when I arrived, already past time for Jen to be off work. I drove up to our house and I saw a strange car there. I knew it had to be Tim. There were lights on. I figured they were doing it right then or maybe already had done it. And I felt so guilty. It was all my fault. It really wasn't ok with me and I don't know why I had said it. I thought, well, this is my punishment. So I drove away, intending to just let Jen have this while I slept in the car somewhere. But I didn't get far. I parked the car and walked back. I crept up to the house and went around the side to where I could peek through a window where there was a gap between the curtains.

"They were sitting together on a sofa on the opposite wall, Jen and a slender young man. He was a lot younger than I had imagined, maybe nineteen or so. Their shoes were off and Jen's pantyhose too. They were kissing and he had his hand inside Jen's unbuttoned blouse, feeling her breast.

She was running her fingers through his hair as she kissed him. She moved her hand down his chest and over his belly to the bulging front of his pants. Then he moved his hand from her breast down to her thigh. She was wearing a short skirt. Her legs parted and he slid his hand up her thigh to feel her sex under her shiny black panties.

"I felt all kinds of emotions. Anger, hurt, humiliation, outrageous jealousy. But also powerful arousal, all swirling around, intoxicating me. I felt overwhelming guilt for what I had said to Jen, plus extra guilt for watching them, and even more guilt for being aroused by what I was seeing. Part of me wanted to go in and interrupt them and throw him out, but another part didn't. Twice I left the window and headed toward the front door only to turn around and return to the window. The second time he was standing and she was kneeling in front of him, now wearing only her black bra and panties. His clothes were in a pile. He was naked and had his fingers in her hair. I thought she was giving him a blow job, but then she moved and I saw his cock for the first time.

"I had ever seen another man with an erection and it was a shock, like a punch in the stomach. Jen had one hand on his shaft and she was touching the tip with her other hand. Then I realized she was starting to roll a condom down over his rigid cock. She did it very carefully, rolling it all the way down as far as it would go. Then she stood and he grabbed her and kissed her. He put his hands on her ass and pulled her against his erection, rubbing it against her. Her hands were moving over his body, and she grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him tighter. Finally they separated and Jen took his hand and led him into the bedroom."

Andy and Marika both turned their gazes to Jen. 

"Jen, did you know Angelo was out there watching?" Marika asked.

"No, not yet. I was totally focused on this thrilling, forbidden experience as it was unfolding. I was shaking I was so nervous and excited and scared. And I was fighting back the guilty feeling deep inside that kept trying to get out."

"How did it compare to Angelo's? His cock?" Andy wanted to know.

Jen smiled, but sadly. "It was hard as steel, the way Angelo used to get when we first met. Pulsing with intensity. And," Jen said looking at Andy's erection,"oozing lots of that slippery stuff that you have on the tip of yours right now. I had missed that passion since Angelo had grown a bit bored with our sex together. It was an intense thrill to have a man desire me so urgently."




Change of Plan



"That's not exactly what I meant," Andy said, smiling.

"The kid was well hung, Andy. His cock was longer than either yours or mine. And thick like yours," I told him.

"His balls seemed small, but maybe because his cock seemed so large," Jen added. 

"Ah, that is what I wanted to know. So what happened next? You didn't interrupt them obviously."

"No. I crept around to look for a way to see what they were doing. There were two windows in the bedroom. On one the curtains were blocking all but a corner of the window. But the other window was right above the bed, and I was afraid they would notice me there. So I stayed, crouched down, looking through that corner. I saw her bra and panties on the floor, and by moving to the side I found just the right angle to watch. She was on her back with her legs spread and him kneeling in between them. I could see his cock and balls so clearly. His cock was arching, curved up like a banana. The nipple tip on the condom was wet already and the head of his cock was flared like a helmet. The veins were standing out in his cock. I watched her hand go to his cock and guide it to her pussy. First just the helmet touched, then he pushed and the helmet went in. Jen spread her legs a little more and pushed up with her hips. It seemed tight, like he had to push it in and draw out a little as she moved her hips. Together they worked it deeper into her a little at a time. Then he thrust harder and I heard her moan as he pushed even deeper into her.

"I watched him fuck Jen, faster now, pushing it completely into her, and the way she pushed her hips up to take him in. She would wiggle a little when it was completely deep, There was nothing subtle about it. They fucked passionately, hard and fast, with moaning and the bedsprings creaking. But it was over pretty quickly. 

"He rolled over to lie beside her and Jen turned toward him, her back to me. They lay together and talked for a while. He sat up and took the condom off and tied a knot in the end and threw it on the floor. A little later he got up, now with an erection again. He went into the other room and came back with another condom. He sat on the edge of the bed and Jen opened it and put it on him. Then he said something and turned her onto her hands and knees. He knelt between her calves, holding her hips, his cock arching, poised to enter her doggie style. I could see her labia pink and slick and firm, curled opened wide. Again I watched him push his cock into my wife"

Andy swallowed loudly, then licked his lips. I glanced at him and he said, "Go on! Then what?"

"While they were fucking I crept to the other window. There was a little space in the center of the curtains. The head of the bed was against that window so they were facing me. I could see Jen's face through the gap between the curtains, but not his. Her face was only maybe a couple of feet away from mine. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping 'Oh! Oh! OH!' with his thrusts. I guess the light coming from inside revealed my face standing out there in the darkness, because when she opened her eyes she saw me."

"Oh my god, he stood there and watched you get fucked by another man! Twice!" Andy said to Jen, gleefully. Jen looked at him, but did not speak.

"What happened when she saw you?" Marika asked. 

"When she saw me, she looked panicked for a moment, as he kept bumping her with each thrust. But her expression changed to a pleading look and she mouthed the words, 'No, Angelo.' Or something like that. I walked away then, feeling sick inside, like I had just witnessed the end of our marriage. And feeling it was all my fault. I went back to the car, and waited for his car to leave."

"So then? Jen, what happened?" Marika asked.

"Seeing Angelo freaked me out. Suddenly the guilt overpowered the thrill I had been feeling. All I could think of was Angelo. 'I have lost the man I love. How could I be so foolish? How could I be such a slut?' I kept asking myself these things over and over. Yet this other guy had his cock in me, pounding away. Suddenly I just wanted him to finish, and it seemed to take a very long time."

"I know that feeling, Jen," Marika said sympathetically.

"When he finally did come again I sort of rushed him to get dressed and out the door. The moment the door closed I started crying. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know where Angelo was. So I turned on the shower and was just about to step in when Angelo came in. I was frightened about what would happen."

"So Angelo, what did you do? Yell at her, slap her, or what?" Andy asked.

"No, it was nothing like that. I started crying too, and I got on my knees and wrapped my arms around her naked ass and hugged her and begged her to forgive me."

"Wait, YOU begged HER for forgiveness?" Marika asked, in disbelief. "Jen just fucked another man, and you watched it and..."

"Yes, he did beg my forgiveness," Jen said. "I couldn't believe it either until I understood that he was begging forgiveness for saying he didn't care if I had an affair when really he did care. He was apologizing that it took this to make him realize how much he loved me. And that he felt so bad for letting our love start slipping away in the first place."

"So how did you respond?" Marika asked.

"I fell on my knees too and hugged him and we kissed and I told him I was so sorry." Jen paused, smiling. "And then I discovered he had an erection. When I put my hand over the front of his jeans he stood and pulled me to my feet. He wouldn't let me take a shower or even turn it off. He led me to the bedroom, stepping over the used condoms and torn wrapper. I barely got his t-shirt and jeans off when he pressed me down on the bed, pulled my legs apart, and slipped his cock into me."

Andy looked at me. "What did that feel like, Angelo? I mean she had just been fucked twice. Was it..."

I looked at Jen. "Truth," she said.

"Jen's pussy was kind of soft and squishy," I said. Andy laughed loudly, slapping his knee. Marika covered her grin with her hands. "Very slippery. My cock slipped all the way in with no resistance. It seemed like it was not big enough for her."

"Hee ha ha ha!" Andy laughed again, even louder and longer. Finally he calmed enough to say, "Which was true. Someone else had opened her too much for you!"

""Andy," Marika said, irritated. She turned to Jen. "What was it like for you?"

Jen paused. "Angelo is right. At first it did feel like, wow, is that all? I had just been thoroughly fucked by a larger cock and had multiple orgasms." She reached across the coffee table to take my hand. "I'm sorry, Angelo. We never talked about this part before."

"It's ok," I said. "It was profoundly humiliating for me to feel this, you can imagine. Jen said to me, 'Fuck me Angelo. Fuck me hard! Hurt me! Punish me!' All the images of his cock and them fucking were swimming around in my head making me almost dizzy. But then the erotic power of the moment seized me. I had my cock in her where another man's cock had just been. It was, wow, so unbelievably HOT! I didn't really even want it to be hot for that reason. But it was incredibly hot to be fucking Jen after she had just fucked him." 

"Yes," Jen said. "I felt that too. I didn't want it to be a turn-on that I had cuckolded Angelo, but it was. And it gave me a strong sense of female empowerment. I don't know what else to call it. It was a total surprise to feel so forcefully female.

"It was so powerfully erotic to have Angelo's cock in me after being fucked by another! I felt my pussy responding to the erotic electricity of the moment, growing warm and firm again and wet. It was a rush of arousal that made me feel high."

"High, exactly!" I said. "My balls felt heavy and sore. When I felt Jen's pussy responding to me, my cock got so hard it was almost painful! Soon it was like her pussy gripped me, squeezing my cock, stroking me like a liquid velvet glove as she rocked her hips. We fucked like wild animals!"

"Oh, god, that was passionate sex! I had an orgasm like an earthquake," Jen said. She looked at Marika. "You know the kind?"

Marika smiled. "Oh, yes!"

"And then I whispered to Angelo, 'I made him wear condoms, and your naked cock touching me inside feels so deliciously different! He came in his condoms but I want to feel you cum in my pussy. Let me feel it, Angelo!'"

"Jen's words triggered a violent orgasm," I said. "I shot so much and so hard, it made my ass ache for hours afterward. The spurts were so intense they felt like they were turning me inside out!"

"God, it felt so good!" Jen said. "I felt your cock spasm and spurt over and over again, and then the liquid heat of all your cum inside me, like molten passion, flooding my pussy with your warmth!"

"Oh, I want to feel that!" Marika said in a dreamy voice. 

"It was soul shaking," I said. 

"Wow!" Andy said. "I am speechless!"

"For once," Marika added. 

We all sat in silence for a moment, spinning with the images of that night. Finally I spoke, "Later she told me it wasn't Tim, but another guy."

"He was just a sweet, rather shy busboy who had given me a ride home. I liked him and felt sorry for him. I don't know why exactly, but I invited him in. And he assumed that meant an invitation to sex. Then I thought, well, he is here and he is a sweet boy and he obviously needs some sex. So I let it happen, or made it happen."

"I am relieved that it wasn't Tim. He seems arrogant," Marika said.

"True. But the busboy told people at work about it the next day. Things grew very difficult at work for me, with Tim and other people." Jen said.

"But in a way that motivated me to try harder to find work, and I got a job with a tree service. Soon Jen was able to leave that job."

"I would love to see his cock arched and straining, stretching the condom thin. Then pushing into you, Jen. I would love to see that." Andy said, grinning.

"Your desire is obvious, Dear," Marika said, glancing at his cock. 

"You have a pretty strong arch working there yourself," Jen said, smiling as she looked at Andy's rigid erection.

Marika turned to Jen. "I am amazed by your honesty, both of you. I don't know how your relationship survived, but somehow it seems to have grown stronger."

"Sometimes it still comes between us," Jen said. "It never goes away. It is always there. Always." She glanced at me, then turned back to Marika. "But now, to collect what I am owed from you."

"Look,' Andy interrupted, "we can't go back to playing a game. This has gone too far. We're beyond that now."

"Maybe it is time for a different game," Marika suggested. "We could each take a guy and see which of us could make her guy shoot the farthest."

Andy and I looked at each other, grinning. 

"No, Andy's right," Jen said. "We are all too aroused for games now." She turned to Marika. "The only decision left is who sleeps with whom. What do you want to do?"

My heart was pounding as we wondered what she would say.

Marika smiled mischievously and replied, "I want to sleep with you, Jen." We all cracked up in hilarious laughter. Andy and I agreed we would love to watch, which brought more laughter.

When we calmed, we all looked at Marika and she said, "No seriously, I can see that Andy really wants you, Jen."

"And I know Angelo would love to sleep with you. But what do YOU want, Marika?"

Marika stood and stepped over to where I was sitting. I watched her lovely breasts as she bent over and ran her fingers through my hair. Then with a finger under my chin she lifted my face and our eyes locked. "Is that true, Angelo?" she asked, and we kissed, a delicate, lingering kiss filled with wild promises.

Andy stood up, his cock rigid and wet with pre-cum. He stepped over to Jen and took her hand, pulling her up. "There's your answer," he said.

"No wait," Jen said, looking at me. "Angelo, this time do you really want me to let another man fuck me? Do you want him to put that cock in me?"

I stood and took Marika's delicious breast in one hand and slid my other hand under her cotton panty to feel the smooth warm curve of her ass. "Yes Jen, I do want this. I want you and Andy to fuck."

They turned together toward the bedroom, while Marika and I moved toward the sofa. "Oh wait," Marika said. "Does anyone have any condoms?"

"I do. I have some in my bag," Andy said without thinking. Then he looked at Marika with a guilty expression and she shot back a look that would have wilted roses. "Uh oh," he said. 

But Marika squeezed my shaft and swirled her thumb over the slippery tip of my straining cock, as I slid my hand around the front of her panties and caressed her clitoris, which was wet and already swollen and firm like an erotic pearl. "Hurry and get them, Andy" she said



Change of Plan Ch. 2



Change of Plan
Chapter 2: The Following Day

This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism invited.

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I woke next morning alone in my bed, but with a broad smile on my face. I was thinking about the previous day with Kathy and Lisa. I still almost couldn't believe my luck; finding the two girls in Lisa's bedroom, both of them naked, experimenting with Lisa's sister's dildo. I couldn't believe either that the two of them were so hot and ready that they had agreed to let me take their virginity. But they were, they had, I did, and we had all enjoyed it.

I thought of the two of them. Kathy. Kathy Evans. Five feet eight inches of beautiful brunette. Eighteen years old, with her sensitive little tits, so beautifully shaped and so lovely to hold and to kiss. Her slim, trim body, athletic but not overtly muscular, her tight, trim ass and her long, slender legs.

And her (very!) good friend Lisa Larson. Now there was a teenager's dream of heaven - an inch or so shorter than Kathy, blonde, beautiful, with bigger tits and a few pounds more voluptuous. Yet I still had a preference for Kathy, with her slender loveliness. I think I was already more than a little bit in love with Kathy.

There was a knock on my bedroom door and my friend Todd, Lisa's twin brother, came in on his crutches, moving more confidently on this second of day using them. I wondered briefly about telling him that I'd taken his sister's virginity, but wisely decided to say nothing. After all, it was nobody's business but mine and Lisa's.

"Hi, buddy," said Todd, collapsing onto my bed. "You going to get up? Lisa and Kathy are getting breakfast. Mom and dad have already gone to the gallery."

I glanced at my watch. Nine-fifteen. I'd certainly slept well after Kathy's nocturnal visit to my room. "Give me ten minutes to shower and dress, and I'll be down," I said, grinning at Todd.

"OK, Matt, see you downstairs." Todd hauled himself to his feet and lurched out. I threw back the sheet covering me and took myself off to the bathroom.

Freshly showered, shaved and dressed, again in my hiking clothes as I had no others with me, I made my way to the breakfast bar where the others were busy eating. Lisa grinned and gave me a wave and Kathy smiled broadly and blew me a kiss. The girls were both wearing shorts and sleeveless t-shirts and it didn't take me long to realise that neither of them was wearing a bra. Well, things were looking up! And out!

"Morning, Matt," said Kathy as I took a stool beside her. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. Lisa on my other side did the same and Todd raised a slightly startled eyebrow at us. Lisa just grinned at him and said nothing, then turned to me.

"Matt, I asked mom if we could use the VW and she said yes, but only to go to your place so you can get some fresh clothes. You and Kathy go after breakfast. I'll minister to the wounded one here." Lisa smiled at her brother who stuck his tongue out at her. She turned to me. "OK with you?"

"Fine," I said. "Kathy?"

"OK with me," said Kathy, smiling innocently as she rubbed her naked thigh against my leg under cover of the breakfast bar, "I can check on how good a driver you are."

"Good enough," I retorted, pressing my own thigh against hers and enjoying the sensation of warm skin against warm skin. "My pickup should be ready to collect tomorrow. I told the service guy I didn't need it until the weekend but he said he'd have it ready by Wednesday because he had other cars due in."

"Good," said Lisa, "at least we'll have wheels."

After we'd finished breakfast Kathy and I went out to the VW and were soon on our way to my home. Kathy sat half turned to face me and was humming tunelessly as we drove.

"Feel OK this morning?" I asked, concerned that I might have hurt her.

Kathy smiled enigmatically and sighed deeply. "I feel absolutely great," she said. She leaned across suddenly and kissed my cheek. "I feel so great that I'm liable to jump you any moment to get some more of what made me feel so great, so look out, Matt!"

"Patience, Kathy, two more turns and we're there. AND, I think mom will probably be out shopping." I grinned at Kathy. "I'm not certain, but she might."

Kathy groaned. "Oh, Matt, I want to fuck you again. I'm wet just thinking about it!"

"And I want to fuck you, Kathy, but we're home. Let's see if mom's in." She wasn't, and I could feel that sexual tension and excitement that comes when the anticipation, opportunity and inclination coincide with the presence of a chosen partner. I turned to Kathy. "Want to come upstairs, see my room, count my condoms?" I leered suggestively, feeling my prick starting to thicken and swell with anticipation.

"God, Matt," she said thickly, "at the moment, a count of one is enough. Just make sure it's on your prick and in my pussy, please." She took a deep breath then grinned and took my hand. "And the sooner the better."

Almost trembling, I took Kathy's hand and led her up to my room. Tidy, so mom must have been in. I fumbled open the drawer in which I kept the rubbers and took the box out. A quick count said I had nine left of the original dozen. That was right, because I'd had three in my pocket and I'd fucked Lisa once and Kathy twice. I turned to Kathy, saying, "Nine left, Kathy," then stopped. While I'd been counting, Kathy had been busy. Her shorts, t-shirt, panties and sneakers were in a pile on the floor and Kathy was naked. She stood, weight on one leg, the other slightly bent, one hand on her hip, the other at her side, in a pose as old as woman. 

She smiled. "Correction," she said. "Eight. Four for you, four for Todd, maybe, because we're going to use one. Now. Of course Todd may already have some," she continued, "in which case we can use all of them, just for us."

"Oh, Kathy," I said hoarsely, "you are so beautiful." My prick was thickening uncomfortably in my shorts and I undressed quickly, hardly able to breathe. By the time I had my clothes off my prick was like a bar of iron. I stroked it lightly then turned to Kathy. She sighed gustily and came into my arms, raising her lips to mine, pressing against my pole. Our kiss was torrid, tongues questing, thrusting, probing, lips sliding, liquid heat. I moved Kathy backwards gently until she was at the bed, then reluctantly broke the kiss. Kathy sighed theatrically and lay back on the bed, flinging her legs apart. I could see her labia swollen and red with her heat, and a trickle of moisture in the crack of her ass.

"Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me now, please, Matt. Please fuck me, Matt." She held her arms out to me, her nipples erect.

I quickly ripped open the little foil packet and unrolled the rubber onto my prick, then knelt on the bed between her spread legs and lowered myself so that my prick was at her pussy. She took gentle hold of me and guided me into her cunt, clinging to me as I sank myself into her honeyed depths. I groaned at the snug tightness of her cunt, feeling Kathy tremble beneath me as I slowly entered her.

"Oh, Matt," she sighed on a whispered exhalation, "that feels g-o-o-o-d!" She wriggled a little to settle herself, then raised her legs and hooked her heels together behind me, pulling me into her. "Fuck me hard, Matt, I want to feel you deep inside me."

I began to thrust into her, gently at first until her juices lubricated my prick then harder as the friction eased. It wasn't long before I was moving easily in her cunt like a well-oiled piston and I began to give her the full length of me, pulling back until I almost left her then thrusting forward, deep, deep into her. She felt wonderful around me, her cunt snug, gripping me as I moved. I could feel myself building up to that incredible moment of orgasm, that stirring within me that heralded my explosion. I tried wildly to think of anything other than my prick and Kathy's cunt, trying desperately to delay the inevitable, but the warmth and snugness of her cunt was moving me inexorably towards coming.

Kathy was holding me tightly at first, but as we moved together her hands began to move aimlessly, fluttering almost, moving all over my back and shoulders. Her breathing deepened and became hoarse as she sucked air into her heaving lungs. Her belly tightened then began to ripple as she approached her orgasm, and she began to pant beneath me. "I'm going to come, Matt, I'm going to come. You're going to make me come, I'm gonna come, Matt, I'm going to..." She spasmed, her back arched and her face twisted, whether agony or ecstasy was impossible to say, then she screamed and crushed me to her as she shook in release.

The violence of her climax had brought me to the brink. "Kathy, oh, Kathy, baby, you're going to make me come, sweetheart," I gasped as I passed the point of no return, then thrust myself hard into her as my prick shot my come into the condom buried in Kathy's depths.

I seemed to come in buckets full, but gradually the twitching of my prick in release eased and Kathy's strangle hold on me lessened. I sighed deeply then kissed her gently on the lips. She opened her eyes and smiled, kissing me back.

"It keeps getting better, Matt," she said, wonder in her tone.

"It sure does," I replied. And it certainly seemed to be. Perhaps it was with having helped Kathy surrender her virginity, I thought, or perhaps because I felt something more than simple lust for this girl. I guess I loved her, although I wasn't sure yet whether I was 'in love' with her. I wasn't about to let her get away, whatever happened. She excited me, delighted me and to my great joy seemed as keen as I was myself to explore her newly discovered sexuality.

We lay for a while, cooling, my weight on my elbows so as not to crush Kathy, until she sighed.

"Best ease out, Matt, we have to pack you a bag and get back to Todd and Lisa. Don't forget, Lisa still wants a fuck from you!"

"I haven't forgotten," I replied, "I was just enjoying the available talent." I kissed her nose and withdrew carefully from her.

"Huh," said Kathy, nose in the air. "Available talent, eh? I'll get you for that!"

"Come on," I said, standing up and holding my hand out to her. "Let's get a shower."

She grinned and held out her hand and I hauled her to her feet and led the way to the bathroom. I carefully removed the jizz-filled rubber and wrapped it in tissue, ready to go in the trash, then we got into the shower cubicle together and spent a few giggling minutes carefully washing interesting portions of each other's anatomy. We calmed finally and began to dry ourselves. I keep my hair short, so I knew it would dry quickly in the summer warmth, but Kathy's brunette tresses were pretty wet.

"Matt, is there a hair dryer I can use?" she asked, wringing the water out of her hair with her hands.

"Use Karen's. Come on, I'll show you." I led the way to my sister's room and showed Kathy where the dryer was. I left her to it and went back to my room. I dressed in fresh shorts and t-shirt, and threw the extra clothes I would need into a duffle bag, ready to take to the Larson house. Movement caught my eye and I turned. Mom! Oh, shit! Now we were in trouble.

"Hi, son," she said. "I wondered whose car that was." She frowned. "I thought you were out in the desert with Todd and the others?"

"We were, but Todd turned his ankle. He couldn't go on, so we got him to the Interstate and he and I bummed a lift home. We came back yesterday. Mrs Larson loaned me the VW to come and get a change of clothing. She asked me to stay a few days to keep Todd company." My voice was calm, goodness knows how, but my mind was whirling. I could hear the hairdryer running and I could tell that mom was listening, too. The noise stopped and mom was just opening her mouth to say something when Kathy came bouncing into the room, still naked, happy, smiling and, suddenly, very pink.

"Oh, shit!" said Kathy, turning to run, but mom grabbed her hand.

"Mom," I said, trying desperately to get her attention on me, but she ignored me.

"Kathy, hon, it's OK!" said mom. "Honest, sweetheart, it's OK."

Kathy faltered, still very pink, not sure where to put her hands. "It's OK?" she asked in a very small voice.

"Yes, honey," said mom, enfolding Kathy in a warm embrace. "I guess you two have been taking the opportunity to make love, yes?"

"Well, yes, we have," said Kathy. "You don't mind?" she asked, surprise strong in her tone.

"Not as long as you made this careless stud use protection, I don't," said mom, smiling at Kathy.

Kathy giggled, probably a little hysterically. "I did."

I heaved a sigh of disbelieving relief. It looked like mom was OK with this. Well, she had supplied the condoms! My Aunt Diane works at the drugstore and mom didn't want us both embarrassed. Thoughtful, my mom. Sexy as well. Lucky dad!

"Good," said mom, then held Kathy at arms length. "Lord, girl, you're lovely. I'm not surprised Matthew wanted to make love to you. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Oh, no. It was just great!" Kathy's flush was fading fast but she still looked stunned.

"That's good, I'm pleased you enjoyed it." Mom smiled warmly. "Good sex is wonderful, isn't it? Now, I assume you two are off back to the Larson house?" We nodded. Mom grinned. "Then Kathy had better get dressed. I don't want the two of you arrested!"

Ten minutes later we were in the VW on our way back to Todd and Lisa. Kathy was laughing. "God, Matt, your mom is incredible!"

"I know, but then I'm biased. It's nice to have an impartial opinion." I grinned at Kathy.

She smiled. "I'm not impartial, Matt, I am definitely on your mom's side."

"That's good. She likes you, you know?"

"I guess she does at that. I mean, I come bouncing into your bedroom, barefoot all the way up, and she hugs me and says, was it good?" Kathy laughed, shaking her head. "I think I'm still in shock." Kathy frowned. "Your mom won't say anything to mine, will she?" she asked, worried suddenly.

"Relax, sweetheart. I asked her not to say anything to anybody and she promised that she wouldn't." I reached over and squeezed Kathy's hand. "In my whole life I've never known mom to break a promise." And she's promised to get some more rubbers for us!

"Good, because I want to tell my mom myself. I want to ask her to get me on the pill. I want to feel that lovely cock of yours inside me properly." Kathy rolled her eyes and licked her lips suggestively.

"That makes two of us," I said, feeling my prick twitch at the thought. "And here we are, back at the Larson house. Let's find Lisa and Todd."

"Oh, yes! I must tell Lisa about your mom!" said Kathy, laughing.

Lisa was sprawled on the couch reading a magazine. There was no sign of Todd.

"Where's Todd?" asked Kathy.

"Upstairs," said Lisa, "his leg was hurting." She regarded us shrewdly. "You took your time getting back."

Kathy laughed. "You'll never believe what just happened to me," she said.

"You fucked?" asked Lisa dryly.

"Yeah," said Kathy dreamily. "It was great! No, afterwards."

"What about afterwards?" asked Lisa.

"Well, we went into the shower..." Kathy began.

"And fucked again?"

"... and got ourselves clean. No, we didn't fuck again. We were rushing back here to be with you."

"Yeah, yeah. Go on. You were in the shower. So what?" said Lisa.

"Well, my hair was kind of wet, so I asked Matt for the loan of a hair dryer and he loaned me Karen's. Well, we'd just been fucking and I was still naked, so after I'd dried my hair I went bouncing back into Matt's bedroom for my clothes, and he was talking to his mom!"

"No!" gasped Lisa, hands to her mouth. "What happened?"

"Well, I said something like 'oh, dear'..."

"No, 'oh, shit' was what you said," I said dryly.

"...whatever. I just turned to run and hide and Matt's mom grabbed my hand and said, 'it's OK, Kathy'" Kathy laughed. "She gave me a hug and asked me if it had been good. Well, I mean, I was in shock!"

"Wow," said Lisa, laughing. She turned to me. "What about you, Matt, were you still naked?"

"No, I was dressed, it was the time it took Kathy to dry her hair that did it. That was a moment I will treasure," I said smiling at Kathy.

"Me too," she said, laughing.

Lisa laughed. "I wish I could have seen it!"

"You would have enjoyed it, I think," said Kathy. She turned to me. "Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"Gimme a rubber."

I grinned at her and reached into my pocket. "Todd?" I asked, handing her the rubber.

"Yep," said Kathy.

"What about Todd?" asked Lisa.

Kathy hugged her friend. "Well, I rather have the idea that Matt would like to fuck you now, so I thought I'd go and seduce your brother, if that's all right with you."

Lisa smiled broadly. "That's fine by me, Kathy. Any plans on how to go about it?"

Kathy grinned again. "Sophistication! I thought I'd take all of my clothes off in our bedroom, then go into Todd's room, wave the rubber under his nose and say, 'fuck me, Todd'."

I laughed out loud. "That ought to do it!"

"Yeah," said Lisa, "that's sophistication, Kathy. A whole new definition."

Kathy smiled, waved the rubber at us and went towards the stairs. I turned to Lisa and held out my hands. She took them and I pulled her gently towards me and kissed her. "Where?" I asked.

"Your room," Lisa replied. "Kathy had you there last night, now it's my turn."

"Come on." We went upstairs hand in hand. Kathy was just coming out of the bedroom she was sharing with Lisa. She had taken a moment to brush her hair out from its usual tied-back state and it hung loose about her shoulders. Otherwise, she was naked. She grinned at us and knocked lightly on Todd's bedroom door.

"Todd? It's Kathy. Can I come in?" She didn't wait for an answer but opened the door and went in. Before it closed behind her we caught a glimpse of Todd. He was naked on his bed, his erection in his fist and a mingled look of embarrassment, shock, amazement and delight on his face at sight of the naked and lovely Kathy. I laughed to myself. 'Don't waste it, buddy, you're in for a treat!'

I turned to Lisa. She had a thoughtful look on her face. I raised a quizzical eyebrow. Lisa grinned.

"I've never seen Todd with a hard-on before."

"Never? You never tried to peep?"

"No, never. I don't know why. I mean, we're close, being twins, and we get on well together, which I understand isn't always the case, but somehow I just never tried to catch him."

He spied on you, I thought, because he told me, but I didn't say anything to Lisa. "Come on," I said, leading her into my room. I closed the door behind us and turned to Lisa. "You still want this?" I asked her gently.

Lisa nodded firmly. "Very much, Matt. When you and Kathy didn't come straight back I guessed what you must be doing and I got quite envious. And wet!" She giggled. "I had to change my panties."

"Well, you'd better get them off before they get wet again," I said, smiling at her.

"Mm, good idea," said Lisa, unbuttoning her shorts and pushing them down. She stepped out of them and kicked off her sneakers, then took the hem of her t-shirt and stripped it off over her head. Her tits bounced free and she arched her back for a moment, thrusting them towards me, then giggled and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She paused. "Ready?" she asked.

I indicated the growing bulge in my shorts. "Almost."

Lisa laughed and stripped off her panties. She stood naked before me for a moment, then pirouetted. "Does this meet with your approval?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"You know it does," I growled.

"Well get your fucking clothes off and show me!" said Lisa, coming close and rubbing the bulge in the front of my shorts.

I smiled and hurriedly removed my clothes, breathing a sigh of relief when my prick sprang free of its restrictions.




Change of Plan Ch. 2



Lisa sighed. "I'd almost forgotten how beautiful it is," she murmured, stroking my prick lightly. She looked up at me. "I want it inside me, Matt, hard and deep."

I bowed to her. "Your wish is my command, my lady," I murmured. I took her in my arms and kissed her, pressing close so that my pole was trapped between us, then brought my hands up and caressed her tits. The nipples were rigid, little pebbles on the smooth yielding mounds of her bosom. Lisa sighed and took my hand and put it between her legs. She was soaking.

"That's where I want you, Matt. Now, please, Matt. Now?"

I took a deep breath, then bent and picked her up and lay her on the bed. She smiled up at me and moved her legs apart. Her sex gleamed pinkly and I could smell the complex aroma of sexually-aroused woman, part soap, part scent, part animal heat, wholly stimulating. I wanted her, and my prick was evidence of that want, hard and hot before me, ready. I knew I couldn't put her at risk, although she was so excited I doubt if she would have stopped me, but I took a rubber from my shorts pocket and unrolled it onto my pole.

I knelt between Lisa's legs, then moved backwards slightly. She looked at me, puzzled, then as my head moved towards her mound a look came to her face that I found fascinating, composed as it was of anticipation, disbelief and raw, sexual want.

"Are you...?" she began.

"...Going to eat you?" I responded. "I certainly am."

"Oh my fucking god," she whispered. She groaned. "Yes, Matt, yes please. Oh, please Matt, please!"

I lowered my head and extended my tongue, flicking it lightly over her clitoris which had started to peep from its hood. Lisa jumped and moaned. I moved back slightly and took a deep breath. I love the scent of an aroused woman, aroused with her want for me. I find it incredibly stimulating and my prick responded by getting even harder. Lisa's fingers were in my hair, stroking me and I kissed gently at her clit then licked lightly up the inside of each thigh, laying tiny kisses on the yielding flesh, velvet over heated rubber. I alternated kisses on her thighs with licks at her labia, occasionally flicking my tongue over her clitoris, sometimes burying my tongue in the depths of her cunt. 

Lisa's breathing was deepening, becoming ragged and I could sense her growing excitement. I quickened my pace, with little nips of my pursed lips at her labia, flicks of my tongue at her clitoris, longer strokes of my tongue from the pucker of her ass to her clitoris, varying my pace, bringing her closer and closer to peaking.

Lisa moaned. "I'm close, Matt," she whispered, "I'm very close." her hands tightened in my hair and I could feel her body quivering in that pre-release tension. "Oh, Matt, I'm so close."

I kissed lightly at the inside of her thighs, then ran my tongue firmly the full length of her cleft, pursed my lips and sucked hard at her clitoris. That did it. Lisa screamed and came, trembling violently in release, her belly rippling, whispering my name over and over, her fingers clenched in my hair.

As her trembling began to ease, I sucked at her clitoris again and she shook violently in renewed release, moaning, belly rippling. This time as her trembling eased I moved up over her body. As the tip of my rigid pole pressed lightly against her cunt her eyes flashed open, she smiled dazedly and I pressed gently into her.

She was wet, very wet, and there was no resistance as my pole sank into her soaking depths. She moaned as my balls slapped against her ass and I began to fuck her. At first I was hardly moving, a quarter inch, no more, but I gradually began to increase my stroke until I was using the full length of my pole, withdrawing almost to the entrance then plunging deeply into her again. Her hips picked up my rhythm and we crashed our genitals together in fierce and frenzied ecstasy.

My breathing was heavy and Lisa was gasping beneath me. I was getting closer and closer and that incredible sensation that presages a climax was beginning to wash over me.

"I'm coming, Lisa," I murmured, "I'm going to come. I'm almost there, Lisa, you've got me almost there. Soon, Lisa, very soon, I'm going to come, I'm going to c... Oh, god! I've come!"

I came in five or six violent contractions, my prick buried in Lisa's cunt, my vision blurred by the intensity of the moment, then gradually stilled, collapsing over Lisa, trying to take my weight on arms and elbows which threatened to turn to jelly.

Gradually our breathing slowed and my prick softened. With a sigh, I gently disengaged myself from Lisa and flopped to my back beside her. She came up onto her elbow and bent over to kiss me.

"Thank you, Matt," she whispered, "that was even better than yesterday."

I looked up at her and grinned. "I guess it's the sight of you and Kathy naked that does it. It certainly was yesterday, one of the most wonderful sights of my life."

Lisa grinned. "The sight of your prick does things to me too, Matt, makes me all tingly and wet between the legs."

I laughed. "Good, that's the way I want it." I sat up and carefully removed the jizz-filled rubber from my now limp prick. I wrapped it in a tissue and put it on the bedside table for later disposal, then lay back and pulled Lisa into the crook of my arm. We lay like that for a while, in deep contentment, until there was a knock and the door opened. Kathy stuck her head in. 

"You guys OK?" she asked.

"Sure are," said Lisa. "You?"

Kathy rolled her eyes and grinned. "I've had fun," she said, laughing, then sobered. "Lisa, when's your mom due home?"

"Oh, shit!" said Lisa, sitting bolt upright, then grabbing my arm to read my watch. "Wow, that's a relief!" She grinned. "In about twenty minutes."

"Grab suits and get in the pool," I suggested. "That way we can be wet logically. We don't have time to shower and for you girls to dry your hair."

"Good thinking," said Lisa, "but what about Todd?"

Kathy grinned. "He just needs to wash his prick, then get dressed," she said. "I did all the work!" She waved and dashed out.

Lisa and I looked at each other, then burst out laughing. "Come on, Matt, we'll straighten this bed then get into the pool," said Lisa.

So we did. When Mrs Larson came home, bringing a huge bag of sandwiches for our lunch, she found Lisa, Kathy and me in the pool and Todd in the poolside recliner. Innocence personified. But we had the afternoon to come, after Mrs Larson went back to the gallery.

We enjoyed our lunch, elbows on the poolside table, shaded by a big umbrella, stuffing the sandwiches down our throats. When we'd finished Mrs Larson smiled around at us. "Slight change of plans, gang. I have to do some work on the gallery books. It'll take me about an hour, then I'm going to have a swim before I go back. If you want me, I'll be in the study. Lisa, will you clear up here?"

"Sure thing, mom," said Lisa, pulling a face and shrugging as her mom went indoors. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure her mom was out of earshot, then smiled ruefully. "Put your hots on hold, guys, we have to show some decorum until mom goes back." She and Kathy began to clear the debris of lunch away.

I laughed, then moved over to Todd. He smiled at me.

"And how was my sister, stud? As hot as Kathy?" He smiled. "I don't think I've ever been so poleaxed as when Kathy came into my room. You know what she did?"

"I have no idea," I responded truthfully, "but I think you're going to tell me."

Todd grinned. "I had just decided that it was 'beat the meat' time when Kathy knocked, so I had a pretty good boner. She looked at it, then she smiled, then she dropped to her knees, then she grinned at me and reached out to touch it. Then she asked me if I was just starting, just finishing or somewhere in between. So I said, 'just starting'. Then Kathy said, 'well stop there, buddy, because you're going to fuck me'.

"Then she waved the rubber under my nose and asked, 'do you have any of these?' So I said, 'yes, top drawer'. Then Kathy said, 'good, because Lisa and I have got plans for you guys, but in the meantime we'll use one of Matt's, because I already have it in my hand'. I swear, Matt, she was grinning all the time like she was really enjoying herself. I guess she was. I was, that's for sure."

"What happened next?" I asked, fascinated to hear about Kathy's adventure.

"She took the rubber out of the packet and put it on my prick." Todd groaned, remembering. He took a deep breath and went on. "Then she looked at me and asked me, 'how's your leg?' So I said, 'fine, while I'm lying still. A little painful otherwise'. Kathy just grinned and said, 'right, you lie back and enjoy this, I'll do the work'. The next thing I know she's kneeling on the bed and feeding my prick into her pussy."

"Feel good?" I asked.

"Yes, sir! The most incredible feeling I've known since I first fucked Cindy." He looked uncomfortable for a moment. "I don't know what to do, Matt. I mean, Kathy's great, and she's a great fuck, but I guess I'm gone on Cindy." He brightened. "She 'phoned this morning, asked how I was, so I asked her to come over this afternoon. She said she would, but couldn't get here 'til about four." He sighed.

"I punched his arm. "Don't worry, Todd ol' buddy. I'll have a word with Kathy. She won't mind." And I'll have to see if I can keep on satisfying two of them. Ah, well, if I live...

Todd brightened. "Would you? I'd be grateful, Matt."

"No problem, pal. Just look forward to Cindy coming over." I looked round and Lisa and Kathy were just coming back out. I went over to them. "Kathy, can I have a word?"

"Sure, Matt. What is it?" She looked at me enquiringly.

"This private, Matt?" asked Lisa.

"Sort of, but it involves you, too, so stick around. Kathy, you've got Todd worried."

"I have? How?" She was concerned.

"He's got the hots for Cindy Tallman, but he doesn't want to upset you." I shrugged apologetically.

"He should have said." Kathy grinned wolfishly. "I'd still have fucked him, I had to know what he was like!" She took my hand and squeezed it, then turned to Lisa. "Still want to share Matt, Lisa?"

Lisa was thoughtful. "Yeah, fine by me, but I've been thinking." She smiled. "I've been dating Cindy's brother, Jeff. And Jeff wants to get into my panties. Now that Matt, bless him, has shown us what it's all about, I think Jeff could get lucky." She hugged me suddenly. "That pairs us all off nicely, doesn't it?"

I laughed. "Yep, sure does." I winked at Kathy, who smiled and licked her lips. "Lisa, Todd says he asked Cindy to come over and she'll be here at four."

"That means we should have two hours after four before mom and dad come home from the gallery, possibly more." Lisa was thoughtful, musing. She looked at Kathy and me and then grinned at us. "I think I'll go and see if Jeff can call round with Cindy."

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Comment and constructive criticism invited.



Change of Plan Ch. 3




This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism invited. I'm sorry that this one has been so long in coming, but I needed to finish my dissertation!


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While we had been making our plans and Lisa had been 'phoning Jeff, Mrs Larson had been working in the house.  She came out now to the poolside wearing a short robe, which she discarded, to reveal a white bikini.

Eve Larson was a very welcome sight to a horny boy like me. Slightly fuller-figured than her daughter, the bikini did little to conceal her lush curves. Kathy and Lisa were chatting quietly at one end of the pool while I was at the other, having done a few hard laps for exercise.

Lisa waved to her mother. "Hi, Mom," she called, "come to show us how it's done?"

"Of course," her mother replied, grinning. She took a look around then ran a few quick steps along the poolside, before launching herself in a flat dive towards where I stood at the other end of the pool from the girls.

I don't know whether she hadn't fastened it properly or whether the impact of her dive had loosened it, but as she surfaced beside me, then stood, the top of her bikini had slipped to reveal her left breast. She glanced down in alarm, then ducked under the water and adjusted herself. A pity, because it was a really nice tit, full and curved, brown crinkled nipple nicely erected by the cool of the water.

"Oops!" she said, glancing at me, a flush on her face. She glanced over her shoulder but the girls hadn't noticed. "Sorry, Matt. I think I dived in too fast."

"It's OK, Mrs Larson, I won't tell," I replied, smiling at her. In truth, she looked really good. I guess she exercised or something, because she looked trim, slim and tanned.

She laughed, and then cocked her head. "I guess you probably enjoyed the view," she said, grinning, then winked. "At least, I hope you did."

"Very much," I said quietly. "You're a beautiful woman."

She said nothing, just looked at me, then nodded slightly, turned and swam away. I thought that this was probably a good time to say nothing more. Particularly as there wasn't a damn' thing I could think of.

She was a good swimmer and after she'd swum a few steady laps she joined us in a game of water polo - of a sort - partnering Lisa against me and Kathy. They won. She went back into the house then and came out again about twenty minutes later in a smart suit and blouse.

"Your dad and I are having dinner with Mr Levy tonight, kids," she said to Lisa and Todd, "so you'll have to fend for yourselves. There's plenty of food, either in the refrigerator or in the freezer, or you can 'phone for pizza or a Chinese. There's enough money in the jar in the kitchen to pay."

"Mom," said Lisa, "Cindy and Jeff are coming over for a swim. Can they stay to eat?"

"OK," said her Mom, "but I want them away by ten. Your dad and I will be home about midnight. You kids had better be in bed, OK?"

"Sure thing, Mom," said Lisa. She gave her mother a kiss. "Enjoy yourself."

Eve Larson went off smiling and I looked around at the others.

"What's the time, Matt?" Lisa asked.

I glanced at my watch. "Almost three," I said.

"Jeff and Cindy will be here about four," said Lisa, "so what do we do until then?"

Kathy laughed and Lisa gave her a frown of mock annoyance. "Not that, we save ourselves until Jeff and Cindy arrive." She sniffed. "Although you two are OK. You have each other, while Todd and I are waiting for our lovers." She adopted a theatrically appropriate pose, then laughed and said, "Oh, fuck it!"

"I've been thinking," I began.

"Oh, poor dear," said Kathy, stroking my cheek, "are you all right now?" she asked in treacly tones of saccharin concern.

I spanked her butt and she skipped out of reach, giggling. "If I may continue? Thank you. I was just going to say, I can check to see if my pickup is ready. If it is, I can go and get it, then we'll have wheels which can take all six of us if need be."

"Jeff has a car, but yeah, good idea," said Lisa. "Hey, I don't think Mom's actually left yet. I'll see if I can catch her. She can give you a lift to the auto repair."

So a few minutes later I found myself in the VW with Eve Larson. We chatted. Nothing significant, just the sort of thing you'd expect from a mother giving a school friend of her children a lift. She was actually rather good company, which at first surprised me, then I realised that I had never heard Todd or Lisa say anything bad about her. Compared to the alleged faults of the parents of some of the other kids at school, that made her practically a saint.

Almost too soon, she stopped at the corner near the auto repair. She turned to me. "Matt, in the pool, when my top slipped."

I flushed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

She chuckled. "Don't be silly, Matt. Every woman likes a compliment. It's a boost to think that a young man like you can find me beautiful."

"You are," I said simply.

She leaned across and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Thank you, Matt. You've made my day. Time to go now. I'll see you in the morning."

I got out and she drove off with a wave. I ambled into the repair shop where Gus, the foreman, spotted me and came over.

"Ready and waiting, Matt," he rumbled. Gus is big. "Your Dad said to charge it to him, so it's all yours." He held out the keys.

"Thanks, Gus. I guess I'm Dad's slave for the next thousand years to pay for it." I shrugged and grinned. 

Gus smiled sympathetically and put a huge hand on my shoulder. "It was a lot less than I thought. Maybe only a hundred years, Matt." He patted my shoulder gently. "It's out back."

Ten minutes later I was in my old pickup and driving back to the Larson place. I got back at ten to four and five minutes later Jeff Tallman's old Dodge pulled in. Jeff and Cindy were wearing shorts and t-shirts like the rest of us. In Cindy's case sleeveless and cut away to reveal her tanned midriff. She's a good-looking girl, Cindy, tiny compared to Lisa and Kathy at a bare five feet tall, and her cropped red hair was a nice contrast to Lisa's blonde and Kathy's brunette. Like his sister, Jeff's hair is red. Jeff's a little older than the rest of us, an ancient twenty. The rest of us are all 18 or 19.

Cindy skipped across to where Todd was sprawled in a lounger, resting his ankle, and bent to kiss him. Her cut-off t-shirt was loose and as she bent it fell away, giving me a good view of her neat tits, braless. I caught Kathy's eye and she winked, raising her eyebrows. I laughed silently and glanced across at Jeff and Lisa, snug in a warm embrace.

Kathy came across to me and slipped her arm around my waist. She glanced at the other two couples and then turned to me, her eyes sparkling. "It looks as if we're redundant here." She paused. "Matt?"

"Yes, love?"

"Would you give me a ride home? I'd like to pick up some extra clothes. We can be back in an hour. I don't think the others will miss us. We could pick up some pizza or some Chinese or something for eats. It would save us having to prepare anything ourselves." Kathy laughed. "More time for sex!"

"Yeah, sure, no problem. Want to go now?"

"Please. I'll just tell Lisa where we're going."

Kathy went over to Lisa and Jeff and coughed politely. They broke their clinch, laughing. "Do excuse us," said Kathy, grinning at the others, "but Matt's going to give me a ride home, so I can pick up some extra clothes. We can call and get pizza or Chinese, if you like."

"Naw," said Lisa, "we'll have it delivered. You guys want to eat about six?" she called over to Todd and Cindy. "And do you want pizza or Chinese?"

It turned out that we all preferred Chinese, so we left it to Lisa to organise. "Be sure to be back for six," she told us, "or we'll eat yours."

Kathy laughed. "We'll probably be back before five."

"No rush," said Lisa significantly, with a glance at Jeff, "just be back for six."

"OK," said Kathy, "I'll just grab my t-shirt and shorts and we'll be off." She headed off to the bedroom she was sharing with Lisa, loosening her bikini top as she went. She was swinging it by the ties as she went into the house and Jeff's face was a picture as he tried not to stare at her pertly bouncing boobs as she went past him.

Lisa grabbed him by the ear and turned him to face her. "If you want to look at tits, you look at mine. OK?"

I wished I had a camera with me, because the expression on Jeff's face was priceless, but he managed to say, "OK, show me."

Lisa grinned like a fox in a chicken run, unfastened her bikini top and handed it to him, then turned and ran to the pool and dived in. Jeff smiled slowly and picked up his duffle bag. He turned to me. "Where do I change, Matt?"

"Use the downstairs bathroom," I replied. "See you about six."

Five minutes later Kathy and I were in the pickup on the way to her home. Kathy was laughing at my description of the little interlude between Jeff and Lisa. "But where were Todd and Cindy?"

"Do you know, I completely forgot about them. I think they must have already gone inside," I said thoughtfully.

"I never saw them," said Kathy, grinning. "I wonder if they were already in bed?"

"Quite possible," I said, laughing.

"Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you a question? It's personal, and I'll understand if you don't want to answer."

I glanced at her. "OK, ask."

"Matt, when you made love to Lisa and me, we weren't the first you'd ever fucked, were we?" She was solemn, and slightly anxious.

I figured honesty was probably my best policy, because if I lied, I could end up tripping over my own fabrication. "No," I replied, "but you were the second and third."

"If I asked you who she was, would you tell me?" Kathy asked quietly.

"Can I ask why?" I was stalling.

"Because I want to thank her."

I was dumbfounded. "Thank her? Why?"

"For making you such a considerate lover." Kathy smiled at me. "Truly," she said.

I thought furiously. Dared I tell her?

"On my honour, Matt, I'll never reveal her identity," Kathy said solemnly.

I glanced across at her. "Hope to die?" I asked.

"Hope to die, Matt."

I looked along the road. There was a space to pull in, so I signalled, pulled in and turned off the ignition. I turned to Kathy. "You know the invitation we had last weekend, that you couldn't make?" I asked.

Kathy nodded slowly. "Your Aunt Ellen?"

"My Aunt Ellen. Ellen's only five years older than me, she's the baby of Grandma Tranter's kids. Mom's the oldest. I've had a crush on Ellen since I realised boys were different from girls. She's always been nice to me and I thought that was all it would ever be." Kathy's face was alive with curiosity and she signalled me to go on.

"We had a swim in the Elsman pool. The water was a little cool, I guess, and, well, Ellen's nipples were showing. I guess I was turned on, because I was getting a hard on. Ellen spotted it and teased me, asked me if I knew what to do with it." I shrugged ruefully.

Kathy giggled. "What did you say?"

"Well, yes, of course, but then Ellen asked me if I had ever actually done it, and of course I had to tell the truth and say no. I'm still not sure why, but then she asked me if I wanted to do it with her, there and then." I laughed. "I said yes, of course, and we spent most of the rest of the day in bed." I laughed again. "Best time of my life until Todd and I came back on Tuesday and I caught you and Lisa." I took her hand. "Especially you, Kathy. I always wanted to know you better. I never dared hope I'd get to know you quite as well as I have."

Kathy leaned over and kissed me gently. "Matt, I wanted to know you better, too. I wish we'd gotten together sooner." She giggled again. "I'm sure as hell enjoying the way we're making up for lost time!"

"You enjoy having me make love to you?" I asked.

"All the way from holding hands to naked, sweaty fucking and back again," She squeezed my fingers. "When that lovely, hot, hard prick of yours goes into my pussy, I could drool."

I had a thought, and was about to voice it, but hesitated.

"What is it?" asked Kathy. "Is it Todd?"

I nodded.

"What about Todd? If you're going to ask 'did I enjoy fucking him?' then the answer is yes, very much." She smiled gently. "But I prefer fucking you. What about Lisa? Did you enjoy fucking her?"

I laughed. "Yes, very much, but I prefer fucking you," I mimicked. I squeezed her fingers. "Very much more."

"That's all right, then," said Kathy. "Tonight, when Jeff and Cindy have gone home?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want me to sneak into your room again?"

"Yes!"

"Well fire up that engine and let's get on and collect these clothes for me. The sooner I get them, the sooner we can get back to Lisa, Todd and the others and the sooner I can get you into a bed again!"

"Your wish is my command, O mistress of delights!" I declaimed, and started the engine. 

We were only a couple of blocks from the house where Kathy lived with her Mom. Anne Evans is a widow and I knew from talking to Kathy that her Dad had been dead for about four years. I knew, too, that she still missed him. Anne worked as a photographer for the local paper, mostly on the social side.

"Will your Mom be home?" I asked Kathy as I parked the pickup in their driveway. I couldn't see any car, but the garage door was closed.

"I don't know. With me being at Lisa's for the week, she may be out somewhere." Kathy grimaced. "Mom hasn't had much of a life of her own since dad died. I kind of wish she'd start dating."

"Nobody significant in her life?" I asked.

"Not that I know of," Kathy replied. "Are you coming in?"

"Yeah, sure." I locked the pickup and followed as she opened the door and ushered me in.

"Mom?" she called. No answer. "I guess she's out." She turned to me. "There's sodas in the fridge if you want one. Grab a seat in the living room. I won't be long." She kissed me lightly and ran up the stairs.

I didn't bother with the soda, but went into the living room and sat on the couch. A photography magazine was on the coffee table and I picked it up and browsed through it. An article on figure photography caught my eye and I studied the models, idly comparing them to Kathy and Lisa. My girls won. I never heard Kathy come back but suddenly she was there before me. I looked up at her and my breath caught in my throat.

Kathy had changed her clothes. And how! She was wearing a strapless, pale blue, silk teddy, trimmed with white lace. The bra cups were wisps of cobwebs, just about supporting her lovely tits and barely covering her nipples. The suspenders that graced the lower hem were fastened snugly to sheer black stockings, the whole ensemble framing her neatly trimmed bush. She wore two-inch-spike heeled sandals, which enhanced the lovely curves of her calves. She looked gorgeous, and eminently fuckable. My prick started to show an interest. She smiled at me and pirouetted, the muscles playing in her ass as she turned.

"What do you think?" she asked, giggling. "I bought these for the Senior Prom, to go under my dress, but I thought you'd prefer to see them without the dress."

"I think Wow! is indicated. Kathy, love, you look hot!"

She smiled happily and stepped forward, straddled my legs where I sat on the couch and sat on my knees. She leaned forward and kissed my nose. "Got a rubber, Matt?"

I dug into my pocket, hampered by my ever-hardening prick, and took one out. "Yes," I said, brandishing it. "I came prepared." I could hardly take my eyes from her pussy, pink and pouting as she straddled my legs, a trace of moisture visible.

Kathy took the rubber from me and stood up. "Right, mister, get naked!" she ordered. 

I obeyed eagerly, stripping off my t-shirt and shirts, then pulling my boxers down and over my now-rigid prick. Kathy gave a gusty sigh and pushed me back so that I sprawled on the couch, my ass at the edge, and straddled me again. With serious concentration she unrolled the rubber onto my rampant prick, then lined her pussy up with my rigid pole and lowered herself delicately until I was firmly lodged inside her superheated tunnel.

"God, Matt, that feels so fucking g-o-o-d!" she whispered, beginning to rock herself back and forth, taking me deep inside her then easing until I almost left her before taking me deep again. Her eyes closed as she moved and I let my hands roam over her hips, her thighs, sliding them up her sides then up, under her tits, cupping them, letting my thumbs caress her nipples. Kathy moaned deep in her throat and quickened her stroke, beginning to pant in time with her movements on my prick.

I was hard, hot and enjoying this. Oh, boy, was I enjoying it! I began to thrust up at Kathy as her pussy slid down my well-lubricated pole, revelling in the sensations that her tight, hot pussy was building in me. I could feel myself getting closer, and tried desperately to think of something to cool my ardour a little, to make these wonderful sensations last as long as possible.

I imagined Kathy's Mom catching us, and that slowed me down for a while, but then I began to imagine her joining in and groaned inwardly as my urgency quickened, the image of a naked Anne Evans taking my pole deep within herself racing across my mind. I tried to concentrate on something non-sexual, but my vision of a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds became the blue and white of Kathy's teddy.

Kathy was panting now, her teeth gritted as she thrust herself down upon my prick, moaning wordlessly in time with her gyrations. I gritted my teeth to hang on, trying desperately not to let myself go and surrender to that incredible sensation of orgasm deep within a woman when Kathy suddenly keened, clamped down hard on my prick, and came, her belly rippling, her cunt clamping my prick in spasming reflex. I groaned, letting the sensations take me, and came in my turn, thrusting violently into Kathy's pussy as her contractions milked me into stillness.

Kathy collapsed across me, panting, her face flushed, sweat beading her brow, her breathing - and mine - gradually slowing toward normality. Eventually, she sat up, my wilting prick still inside her, and kissed me lingeringly.

"That was good," she breathed, hugging me, then suddenly jerking upright as we heard a car in the driveway. "Shit!" she gasped. "It's Mom!" She impressed me with her quick thinking then. "Quick, Matt," she said, disengaging herself hurriedly and grabbing my clothes to thrust them into my hands, "downstairs bathroom. Get dressed then flush the john and wash your hands. Be surprised to see Mom when you come out. I'll get changed and come down when I hear her. Move!"

I scrambled to do her bidding, thinking that I must be a sight - a naked guy in sneakers with a jizz-filled rubber and an armful of clothes. I was fighting not to giggle hysterically as I locked the bathroom door behind me. I eased the rubber off my limp prick, wrapped it in toilet paper and shoved it in my pocket, dressed quickly, flushed the john and washed my hands - as ordered! - then went out.
I'd heard Anne Evans calling for Kathy. She was at the foot of the stairs and turned quickly when she heard me. Relief crossed her face.

"Hello, Matthew. Is that your pickup outside?"

"Yeah. I brought Kathy across to collect some extra clothes. I think she's upstairs."

"I'm relieved it's you, Matthew. I thought we had burglars at first." She turned as Kathy came clattering down the stairs. "Hi, honey."

"Hi, Mom," said Kathy, in fresh t-shirt and wrap around denim skirt, a duffle bag in her hand. She kissed her Mom. "Matt brought me over for a change of clothes. It's so hot I was running out of clean ones."

Her mother's brows lifted in surprise. "I thought you'd be in a bikini all day, by the pool," she said, smiling.




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"Not all day, Mom. Just most of it." She grinned. "Even I can get tired of sunning myself."

"I'm pleased to hear it, since you'll be going to college next year. You might actually have to do some work there," Anne Evans said, mock-severely.

"I know Mom," said Kathy, "but at the moment it's summer and there's no school."

"So go and enjoy it. Good to see you again, Matthew. Thanks for bringing Kathy over." Anne Evans smiled at me.

"My pleasure, Mrs Evans." Very much so, glad you didn't get home any earlier.

"'Bye, Mom, see you Saturday." Kathy kissed her mother's cheek.

"Briefly, if I understand rightly. Your Aunt Ellen has invited the two of you round, right Matthew?" Anne Evans asked.

"Yes, ma'am. She may ask us to stay overnight, as she's on her own at the Elsman place. Will that be OK?" Please say yes, 'cos I might get Ellen and Kathy into bed together.

"I guess it will be all right. Home again on Sunday, then, right?"

"Yes, Mom. Thanks, Mom. 'Bye, Mom."

Anne Evans laughed. "Shoo! Go! I have things to do anyway." She came to the door and waved us off. Before I'd reached the main road, Kathy was giggling.

"What?" I asked, laughing.

Kathy plucked at her t-shirt and skirt. "What you see is what you get! I have never changed so quickly in my life. No time for bra or panties."

"You mean there is a naked pussy under that skirt?" I asked, my prick twitching.

"Mmm. A very wet one, too. I was scared if I stood next to Mom any longer she would either smell me or my pussy-juice was going to start trickling down my leg." Kathy giggled again. "When we get back, you're going to have to drink me, not eat me!"

I glanced at her, face flushed, eyes sparkling, beautiful. Mine. I speeded up to just under the speed limit. The sooner we got back to Lisa's, the sooner this wonderful, sexy, horny girl and I could make love again.

...to be continued.

Comment and constructive criticism invited, to the address in my profile, or via the anonymous feedback on Literotica.

Note: For those of you curious about the adventures of Matt and Kathy with Ellen, see 'Aunt Ellen', by Alex de Kok, also on Literotica.




Change of Plan Ch. 4



Chapter 4: The following day - Evening

 This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism invited. 

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It was about five-fifteen when Kathy and I got back to the Larson house. I locked the pickup and we let ourselves in. No one was in sight in the living room and I glanced out at the pool. No one there either.

"Guess they're all upstairs, probably fucking themselves senseless," I remarked to Kathy.

"No, here come Jeff and Lisa," said Kathy, indicating the stairs behind me.

I turned, to see Jeff and Lisa coming down hand in hand, both naked. Jeff flushed when he saw Kathy and me, smiling nervously, but he gave me the thumbs-up sign. I grinned back.

"We're going for a swim," said Lisa. "You two coming?"

"Yes?" said Kathy, making it a query to me with her eyes.

"Yeah, I think so," I replied. Kathy grinned, dropped her bag and within about three seconds, had kicked off her sneakers, stripped off her t-shirt and ripped open the touch-and-close fastening of her wrap-around skirt. As she was wearing neither bra nor panties this left her beautifully naked. A fact that was not lost on Jeff who gaped at her in honest admiration. Recovering, he held out his free hand to Kathy, and the three ran out to the pool together.

I smiled, picked up Kathy's bag and took it upstairs, dropping it off in the room that Kathy was sharing with Lisa. I went into my own room and shucked my own clothes then, naked, headed out to the pool. I paused outside Todd's room and listened for a moment. Judging from the giggles, he and Cindy were having a good time. Way to go, buddy!

Out in the pool, Jeff and the two girls were horsing around and generally having a great time. Kathy spotted me and waved. I ran to the side of the pool and dived in, surfacing at Kathy's side, running my hands up her thighs, her sides, and briefly cupping her tits before letting myself fall over backwards and float idly, just sculling with my fingers to hold position.

Movement at the poolside caught my eye. Todd and Cindy were just coming out. Todd was wearing his shorts and Cindy her bikini.

"Hi, sis," called Jeff. "Coming in?"

"Sure thing, bro," called Cindy, walking over to the poolside. It was only when she reached the side that she realised every one in the pool was naked. Have you ever seen a natural redhead in a bikini blush? Sunset! She had good recovery, did Cindy. She glanced across at Todd, who had collapsed in a lounger, resting his bad leg, took off her bikini top and threw it to him, then pulled down the bottoms, stepped out of them and threw them after the top.

Cindy is small, barely five feet, and built in proportion, but she is a sexy little doll and I could easily see why Todd was attracted to her. She dived neatly into the water and came up next to Jeff, who promptly shoved her under again. Spluttering, she surfaced again, dodged Jeff's next attack and hid behind Lisa and Kathy.

"Help!" cried Cindy, "save me from this brute!"

A poor to non-existent chance, I thought, because Lisa and Kathy were in fits of giggles. Cindy gave a disgusted snort and stood up next to the other girls. Pert little tits with stiff little nipples. All three girls were displaying the same characteristics, I noticed and idled away a few moments just having myself an ogle. Jeff came swimming across to me.

"How about a game of polo, Matt? You and me against the Three Graces."

"You're on," I laughed. I looked over at Todd, reclining at his ease and watching the girls. "Todd?" I called. He looked up enquiringly. "What time is it?"

"Five-forty," he called back.

"Did Lisa order the Chinese for six?" I asked Jeff. He nodded. "Twenty minutes for a game, then. Come on, let's see which end the girls want to defend."

The girls won. I think it was because they insisted that Jeff and I only used one arm each. That, and their underhand - or should that be overhead? - tactic of catapulting Cindy clean over our heads to score.

When the doorbell repeater chimed, the girls were winning five to three. "That's it," said Lisa, "we win, and you guys can pay a forfeit later." She scrambled out of the water and grabbed a robe, hurrying to the door.

Ten minutes later we were all sat around the kitchen table, sitting on towels to protect the seats, all of us except Todd naked, tucking into our Chinese food. Kathy and I were trying to feed each other titbits with chopsticks, giggling like fools when we missed. At one point a big dribble of sauce splashed onto Kathy's left tit. Luckily it had cooled some by then, but she jumped. She jumped even more when I licked it off. The next thing I knew, Lisa and Cindy were having sauce licked off their tits, Jeff and Todd recognizing a successful strategy when they saw one.

We finished eventually and sat back, replete. I glanced at the kitchen clock. Six forty-five. "What do we do now?" I asked.

"Anyone fancy watching a video?" asked Todd. "I borrowed a porno one from Harry Dukes."

"I've never actually seen a porno movie," Kathy said thoughtfully.

"Me neither," said Lisa.

Cindy nodded. "I have."

"Any good?" asked Lisa.

Cindy laughed. "It wasn't very well made, but it still got me hot."

"OK, then," said Lisa, "Let's go watch a porno movie!"

"I'll go and get it," said Todd. "I suggest we watch it in the family room in the basement. We can dim the lights down there. It's too bright up here."

"Sounds good," said Lisa. "OK, gang, dishes in the dishwasher, containers in the trashcan, people in the basement. Let's go!"

There were two couches in the basement, a large one, easily big enough for four, and a smaller, arranged facing the TV. Jeff and I sat at each end of the large couch and Cindy perched cross-legged on the other, waiting for Todd. Kathy flopped down beside me while Lisa adjusted the dimmers until all we had was a warm glow, and then sat herself beside Jeff.

Todd came back without his crutches, limping on his plastered foot. He'd discarded his shorts and was as naked as the rest of us. Getting excited too judging by the state of his half-erect prick. Maybe he'd taken his shorts off to ease the restriction. He loaded the videotape and collapsed beside Cindy with the remote control. "Everyone set?" he asked.

There was a chorus of affirmatives. Kathy took my hand and leaned across to kiss my cheek. We settled to watch the video. I slipped my arm around her shoulders and she settled warmly against me with a contented sigh.

The video wasn't really very good. Two men and two women playing cards, which degenerated into strip poker, then into some kind of forfeit game. Whatever, it was just an excuse for the girls to suck the guys, and each other, for the guys to eat and fuck the girls and all in glorious colour close-ups.

I let my arm around Kathy's neck slip down until I could play with her nipple. She looked up at me with a grin, glanced at the others, and then slid her hand down until she could grab my prick. She was gentle, holding my prick and rubbing her thumb lightly over the top, making an 'o' of her fingers and thumb and rubbing the glans. The sensations were wonderful, but I knew what would happen if we continued.

"Careful, sweetheart," I whispered in her ear. "I don't want to come all over Mrs Larson's couch."

"You won't," Kathy whispered back. Tell me when you're close and I'll finish you with my mouth."

"I could go and get a rubber," I murmured.

Kathy shook her head. "You'll disturb the others," she breathed.

I glanced around. Lisa was sitting on Jeff's knee, across his lap, and they were in heavy-petting clinch mode, with Jeff's left hand firmly in possession of Lisa's right tit. Further over, Todd was openly stroking Cindy's pussy while he kissed her tits.

"I doubt it," I whispered, "but we'll do it your way." I relaxed and gave myself up to enjoying the sensations that Kathy was inducing in me. She had turned slightly towards me, away from the TV, where writhing forms contorted unwatched, and I was able to give some attention to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, pulling gently on her erect nipples one-handed, with my other arm around her. I was getting close now.

"Kathy, love," I murmured, "I'm getting close."

She looked up and kissed me, then moved quietly until she was kneeling on the floor between my legs, her forearms on my thighs, one hand still lightly clasping my boner. She blew me a kiss and took my prick between her lips, easing forward until the gag reflex hit her and she had to pull back. She established a rhythm; coming forward as far as she could, then back, with her tongue making patterns on the underside of my prick.

It was a strategy calculated to make me come, and I was getting ever closer. I glanced toward Jeff and Lisa, and smiled. Lisa was sitting back now, her knees pulled up and her legs spread wide while Jeff laved her labia with his tongue. Her fingers were tight in his hair and her eyes were closed.

On the other couch, I was just in time to see Cindy lower her pussy over Todd's erection, coming down gently until she had all of him within herself. It was fascinating to watch someone other than my own immediate lover and I could have studied the others for ages, but Kathy's talented tongue was bringing me ever closer to the boil and I could feel my nuts beginning to tighten.

"I'm going to come, sweetheart," I said quietly. I could feel the pressures building inexorably and gripped Kathy gently by the hair, as she got even busier with her tongue. Suddenly she pulled back, formed her lips into a tight 'o' and came down hard on my glans, once, twice, again, bang! That did it. I came, jetting into Kathy's throat. She swallowed hurriedly, and then milked me with her lips, a delicious agony that almost sent me over the edge. Gradually, I stilled, the pulses ceasing, an occasional twitch as Kathy's lips found a nerve ending. She gave the head of my prick a final lick and sat back, smiling at me.

A sudden scream startled us. Jeff had made Lisa come, her thighs gripping his head, and then easing gradually as her orgasm washed over her. Jeff sat back, his lips and chin bright with Lisa's juices. He glanced across to see us watching him and grinned, then switched his attention to his sister as she plunged her pussy up and down Todd's shaft, grunting in time with her movements, stiffening suddenly, then appearing boneless as she came, while Todd drove into her and stiffened in his turn, moments later, as he came himself. There was no sound for a while, save heavy breathing, until Lisa spoke.

"Did anyone see how the film ended?" she asked brightly.

It was too much. We all collapsed laughing, hysterically perhaps, until Lisa spoke again.

"It's nine o'clock," she said, "and we have to get rid of our guests by ten. Before Jeff goes I want to be fucked again, so if you'll excuse us." She stood and hauled Jeff to his feet, then turned to Kathy. "I suspect you'll want to sneak into Matt's bed again, no?"

Kathy nodded. "Yes," she said, "I do."

"You might as well start the night there. You can sneak back later. I'll put your nightshirt in Matt's room."

"The bag I brought from home?" said Kathy. "Could you put that in too?"

"Where is it?" asked Lisa.

"I put it in your room," I said.

"OK, I'll put that in Matt's room, too. See you guys later, maybe tomorrow." Lisa grinned and went out with Jeff, hand in hand.

Kathy got up off her knees and sat beside me. "Let's go for a last swim before bed," she said, "and I must wash my hair."

"OK, let's go," I said, and got to my feet, hauling Kathy up with me. I glanced across at Todd and Cindy who didn't appear to have moved. They weren't hurting, so I said nothing and took Kathy's hand to lead her up to the pool.

Jeff and Cindy left shortly after ten. We'd arranged that they would come over again the next day, but again it would be after lunch. Earlier this time, about two. We waved them off, briefly clothed again in case the neighbours saw us, and then took ourselves off to our various beds.

At ten-thirty Kathy and I were in my bed together. Whatever plans we may have had were going to have to be postponed, for we were both tired. I kissed Kathy goodnight, holding her warm, naked body to me.

"Sorry, Matt," she murmured, "brought some sexy clothes to show you. In the morning, OK?"

"Fine, honey, just sleep now. I've set my alarm for five, so you can sneak back into Lisa's room."

"Mmmph," she said, at least I think that's what she said, because when I checked, she was asleep.

I smiled to myself, switched off the lamp, settled myself comfortably with my arm around her, and waited for sleep.

Something woke me, and at first I couldn't work out what it was, then realised there was someone in the room. I could feel Kathy warm against me, buried in the bedclothes, so it wasn't her. The figure kicked something and there was a mumbled imprecation. Female. 'Lisa', I thought, and switched on the lamp.

Eve Larson blinked owlishly at me, then grinned. She opened the robe she was wearing. Panties, black lace panties. Nothing else. "I thought I'd come and show you the other one," she murmured. "Jack's fallen fast asleep and I'm feeling horny."

She came over and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. I could smell whisky on her breath. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. I was thinking furiously, wondering how the hell to resolve this predicament.

"Will you fuck me, Matt, and satisfy an old woman?" she asked. "You said I was beautiful this afternoon."

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say anything Kathy sat up, a drowsy, dishevelled, beautiful Kathy. Eve Larson looked at her in horror, her hand to her mouth, then stood and fled from the room.

"What was that all about?" asked Kathy, bewildered.

"She asked me to fuck her," I replied ruefully. "Said Mr Larson was asleep, she was feeling horny and she'd come to show me the other one."

"Other what?" asked Kathy, confused.

"Tit," I said. "Remember when she dived into the pool this afternoon?"

"Yes, so?"

"Her bikini top slipped when she dived," I said. "When she came up beside me, her left tit was hanging out. She tucked it back in and asked me if I'd enjoyed the view. I told her yes, she was a beautiful woman."

"So she came here hoping to get you to follow up on the compliment. Come on, Matt, we have to go after her!" said Kathy urgently. She shook her head. "The poor woman must feel terrible, finding me in your bed." She scrambled out of bed and held out her hand to me. "Come on!"

We found Eve Larson on the big couch in the basement family room, sobbing. Kathy sat down beside her and put her arms around her, hugging her.

"Please don't cry, Mrs Larson, please don't."

That produced a wail from Eve Larson. "Oh, Kathy, I'm so ashamed of myself." She sniffed. "I have no excuse. I was asking Matt to make love to me, because Jack was asleep and I was feeling horny." She wailed again. "What was I thinking of? Oh, god, what must the two of you think of me?"

Kathy surprised me, because she laughed warmly. "I don't know about Matt, but speaking personally, I think you showed fucking good taste," she said, hugging Eve Larson again.

There was a stunned silence, before Eve Larson spoke again in a tiny voice. "What did you say?"

Kathy put her fingers gently under Eve Larson's chin and turned the tear-stained face towards her, smiling warmly at the older woman. "I said, I think you showed fucking good taste."

A timorous smile flitted across Eve Larson's face. "Kathy Evans, what would your mother say?"

"She's not here, thank goodness, because she'd probably say 'gimme' and push me out of the way, but you are, half naked. So is Matt, but he's completely naked, see, and he has a magnificent prick. Which, by the way, he used on me earlier, delightfully so I might add, so I will not be jealous if he uses it on you now. On one condition."

"What?" asked Eve Larson dazedly, wiping her eyes with a wisp of handkerchief from the pocket of her robe.

"That you let me stay and watch, and maybe kiss those beautiful tits that you're trying to hide. You can show me what I need to do to please Matt in the future."

I don't know if it was the thought of fucking Lisa's Mom, or the fact that Kathy had asked if she could watch it happen, but my prick was starting to thicken and stiffen. Kathy caught sight of it and turned Eve Larson's face towards me. 

"Look," said Kathy gently, "isn't it magnificent? And it's for you." Behind Eve Larson, she mimed 'say yes'. I nodded slightly and she relaxed, drawing her hand across her brow in exaggerated relief.

Eve Larson was studying my prick as if she'd never seen one before and under her intense scrutiny and Kathy's warm encouragement it was rapidly approaching its full extent. Eve sighed heavily and looked up at me. "I don't like to beg, Matt, but will you please, for goodness sake, fuck me with that thing?"

I sat down beside her and took her hand in mine, squeezing her fingers gently. "You said you were going to show me the other one," I said, "but you left the room so quickly I never got the chance."

Eve Larson laughed, almost naturally, and shrugged her robe back off her shoulders, letting it drop on the couch behind her. She looked lovely in the dim light of the room, full figured, high curving, deep dipping lovely. She arched her back to emphasise her tits. They were worth the emphasis.

"So, Matt, do you still think I'm beautiful?" she asked playfully.

I didn't answer, just reached out slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away, and cupped her left tit, running my thumb over the suddenly hard pucker of her nipple and the little goose-bump area surrounding it. She shuddered and put her hand over mine.

I disengaged my hand and reached for her. She came straight into my arms. We kissed for the first time, slamming tongues down each other's throats. Jeez, she was hot. I put both arms around Eve Larson and hugged her, then slid my hands down to her panties. She raised herself so that I could get them off and I slid them down her legs and off. I could smell her heat and excitement.

"Come on, Matthew, honey," she whispered. "Put that lovely prick of yours in my cunt."

Yeah! If anything I got harder. She ran her fingertips lightly the length of my rod and moaned deep in her throat. I was sort of half-kneeling by the couch now and Eve slid down so that her ass was on the edge of the seat and spread her legs. Eve Larson has a beautiful cunt, with full lips and a prominent clitoris. She was wet, and I mean wet, for her pussy juices were trickling down the crack of her ass. I lined my prick up, trembling, and eased forward. Bingo! Straight in!

"Oh, Matthew, baby! Oh, God! That is lovely! That is fucking wonderful," she whispered hoarsely. "Now fuck me, honey, fuck me!"

So I started to move. Eve's cunt was warm, wet and snug and it felt great. I forgot about it being Lisa's Mom I was fucking and concentrated on giving and getting the maximum pleasure. Eve was starting to moan and I lengthened my stroke, trying to get the most prick possible into her cunt.

"Am I doing this right for you?" I whispered. I really wanted to know, because to me it felt wonderful and I wanted her to get pleasure as well.

"You're d-o-i-n-g j-u-s-t g-r-r-e-e-a-a-t-t-t!" she said, starting to shake, giving a quivery moan that make my back hair stand up. I hadn't noticed, but her hand was at her quim and she was stroking her clit. Her trembling was exciting me and I could feel my nuts begin to tighten.

"Eve," I said urgently, "I think I'm going..."

She screamed tightly and shook violently, then her cunt went into convulsions around my spurting tool.

"...to come," I finished, gasping, clutching her to me, trying to get my breath back.




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We clung to each other for a minute or two, and then she pushed me back gently. My shrinking cock disengaged itself from her pussy with a faint 'plop' and I pulled myself up and collapsed on the seat beside her. She leaned across and kissed my ear, whispering, "thanks, Matt, honey. I needed that." She turned to Kathy who, despite her stated intentions, had been a quiet and enthralled spectator and held her arms out. Kathy moved forward into the embrace and the two women hugged each other wordlessly, until Eve gently disengaged and kissed Kathy lightly on the lips.

"You took a chance, young lady, coming down here dressed like that," Eve grinned, indicating Kathy's nakedness.

"I had to," said Kathy, "I could never have forgiven myself for the way you must have been feeling when you found me in Matt's bed." She grinned crookedly. "Mrs Larson, I hope," she began, but Eve put a gentle finger across her lips.

"Call me Eve, honey. I think you've earned that right."

"Eve, I hope you'll forgive me."

"For what? Getting me the finest fuck I've had this week? Or this month come to that. Jack's good, very good, but he's been tired lately, with the refurbishment at the gallery." She shrugged. "I don't really know what I was thinking of, coming into Matt's room like that. I guess I liked the way he looked at me in the pool and called me beautiful."

"You are," I said gently.

"Yeah, and I'm over twenty tears older than you, young man. I don't know what it is about you, Matt, but by God you made me feel good when you fucked me." Eve smiled.

"He does me, too," said Kathy, taking Eve's hand and squeezing her fingers.

"And how long has this been going on between you two?" Eve asked mock-severely.

A lock of surprise, almost shock, appeared on Kathy's face. "Yesterday afternoon was the first time." She shook her head. "It feels like forever."

Eve laughed. "So you're still at the exploration stage, finding out about each other's bodies. I wish you joy of it, children, much joy." She sighed, but it was a sigh of contentment. "Back to bed with you both. Kathy, if you want to stay in Matt's bed, do so. I won't say anything to your Mom, I promise, but can I ask you something?"

"Sure," said Kathy.

"Were you virgin until yesterday?" Eve's voice was gentle.

"Yes," said Kathy.

"Are you going to tell your Mom that you've misplaced your cherry?"

"I am. I promised Mom that if and when it happened I would tell her."

"Wise, I think. It's surprising how helpful mothers can be at times like this," Eve said musingly. "Lisa?" she began, then stopped. "No, I won't ask about Lisa, it isn't fair on you." She stood and stretched, a naked woman in her prime, content in herself, then bent and picked up her robe, donning it and stuffing her panties into the pocket. "Come on," she said, "back to bed. I'll go first, in case anyone is prowling about."

Five minutes later, Kathy and I were tucked up in my bed together, with Eve's parting words still fresh. 'If anyone asks,' she'd said, 'tell them I caught you and we had a long chat'. She'd grinned. 'It's only the truth after all'.

"Not quite what I'd planned for you tonight," Kathy murmured, her fingers playing with the hair above my ear, "but interesting all the same." She kissed me lightly. "Any chance of me getting what you gave Eve?"

"Every chance," I said, "but I do need some rest first."

"OK," said Kathy, "I'll wake you in the morning for my first pre-breakfast fuck. Goodnight again, love."

"Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams." I fell asleep next to my girl with the enticing probability of my next conscious action being to make love to her. Life's hard, sometimes.

...to be continued. 

 Comment and constructive criticism welcomed. 



Change of Plan Ch. 5



'Change of Plan, Part V, Thursday', by Frederick Carol (c)



Thanks are due to my editor, Katherine, for finding a lot of my errors. To her, the credit. Any mistakes are mine.



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There are many ways of being awakened, a lot of them pleasant. Few, however, as good as having your gorgeous girlfriend licking you to a full erection. Kathy's long, dark hair obscured her face but I could feel her warm, pointed tongue lapping at my expanding rod.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I murmured, curling my toes as a particularly delicious shiver ran through me.

"Gug mddng," she replied. Or something like that, because now she had taken my pole into her mouth and was busily moving her lips up and down its length. She stopped, licked around the end of my shaft and sat up, throwing her hair back from her face. She grinned at me, her eyes sparkling, her nipples stiff little buttons, but no stiffer than my rock-hard woody.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

"Mmm, yes," I replied, "but you're not stopping, are you?"

"For the moment, yes," she replied. "Remember what I said last night?"

"Yes. You were going to wake me for your very first pre-breakfast fuck." I grinned at her.

She frowned at me. "Pre-breakfast, note. If I'd carried on doing that, I would have been getting protein for breakfast instead of cereal and toast." She smiled at me. "You're awake, so pass me a rubber, stud."

I'd actually thought ahead and the little foil packet was ready at the bedside. I passed it to her and she tore it open and took out the rubber. She looked at me slantways. "I read about this," she said. "Now let's see if I can do it."

To my surprise she popped the rubber into her mouth, then bent her head to my erection. I felt her lips around the end of my pole, pursed, gripping lightly, then she moved down, slowly, tightly, gripping me with her lips as her head came down. In a moment or two she sat up, grinning at me.

"There," she said. "I did it." She grimaced. "I'll have to learn how to deep-throat you. I didn't get it all of the way on." She reached out to my pole and finished unrolling the rubber onto my erection. She had actually managed to get it more than halfway on by just using her mouth. 

"Great work, honey," I said, impressed.

Kathy made a face and rubbed her lips. "Get the strawberry flavoured ones if you want me to do that again, Matt." She grinned and straddled my legs, wriggling forward until her pussy was poised over my prick, then guided me into herself, sinking slowly - oh, so slowly! - down until her ass was resting on my thighs and I was buried to my root inside the heated wet velvet of her pussy. Kathy sighed. "That feels so fucking good, Matt."

It did, too, for she was so warm and snug and tight. I raised my hands to her tits and ran my thumbs lightly over the erect buds of her nipples. She shivered and covered my hands with her own.

"I like that," she murmured, her voice throaty, "but squeeze just a little harder." She smiled slowly and began to move, raising herself until my prick almost left her pussy, then sinking slowly back until I filled her again. Her hands were still covering mine on her tits and she grinned at me and began moving my hands, sliding my palms over her nipples, erect little buds on the soft smoothness of her orbs. I gave myself to the moment, enjoying the smoothly lubricated heat of her pussy sliding over the head of my rampant prick, my hips beginning to pick up Kathy's rhythm.

I began to thrust more firmly up at her and in her turn Kathy came down harder, so that the full length of my prick was stimulating us both. She grinned at me and took hold of my shoulders to steady herself, then moved so that as she went up I almost left her, and as she came down her ass hit my thighs and she almost squashed my balls. Almost. Her breathing was deepening and her movements almost imperceptibly quickening. My body responded to her stimulation and I thrust up at her harder. We were each stimulating the other, a mutual reinforcement, and I knew that it would not be long before one of us came.

Kathy was almost gasping now in time with the thrust of my prick into her pussy and she began to moan almost inaudibly, grunting softly each time she bottomed on me. My prick was starting to get that incredible feeling that goes before ejaculation, my balls tightening, then Kathy's pussy was clamping down on me as she came, whimpering wordlessly, then gasping as I thrust fiercely, almost violently, up into her, blasting my seed up into the rubber that sheathed my rampant prick, my own orgasm shaking us as slowly I trembled back into stillness.

Kathy collapsed across me, gasping for breath, then turned and kissed my ear. "Thanks," she breathed. "That was a biggie!"

"Thank you," I said. "Wow! What a way to wake up."

Kathy smiled. "Today and tomorrow and Saturday." She brightened. "But we're going to see your Aunt Ellen on Saturday. Are we staying over? Will we be able to sleep together?"

I thought back briefly to the previous weekend, when my Aunt Ellen had introduced me to the pleasures of fucking. I reflected that from my previous sexual desert I had certainly entered the land of plenty, what with Ellen, then Lisa and Kathy.

"Ellen did say we could stop over," I said to Kathy, "but I don't know if we'll be able to sleep together."

"We'll just have to wait and see, then," said Kathy grinning as she eased herself from my dwindling prick and stood beside the bed. She stopped, startled, when there was a hurried tap on the door and Lisa scurried in, closing the door behind her, cute in an oversize t-shirt which completely failed to hide the jiggle of her tits.

"Jeez, Kathy, what are you doing?" she hissed. "You should have been back ages ago! What if Mom caught you."

"She did," I said. "Last night."

Lisa's jaw dropped. "What did she say?" she asked.

"Had a long talk with us, told us to be careful and went back to bed," I said, reflecting on the events of the previous night, when I had fucked Lisa's amorous and slightly drunk mother, to her obvious satisfaction.

Lisa gave a long, low whistle. "Wow!" she said, then giggled. "You guys are lucky."

"Mmm, yes," said Kathy, "I just had my first-ever pre-breakfast fuck." She chuckled. "Not my last, I hope."

"No, sirree," I said fervently, then glanced at Lisa. She was scowling slightly. She glanced at me.

"I feel horny in the morning, too," she said hopefully.

I laughed and swung my legs over the side of the bed. "Lisa, love, I just fucked Kathy, so I'm beat, but if you can get me hard, well, who knows, we might get lucky." I carefully avoided Kathy's eye, but as Lisa hugged me, Kathy moved behind her and made an 'o' with finger and thumb, then pushed her other index finger into the 'o' in a fucking motion and nodded, winking at me and indicating Lisa. I nodded slightly, then bent to kiss Lisa who responded enthusiastically.

I broke the kiss and held Lisa at arm's length. "Just a moment," I said. "I have to get rid of this first," indicating the jizz-filled rubber. I went quickly into the bathroom I shared with Todd, wrapped the rubber in tissues and buried it in the waste bin. I quickly washed my prick then went back into my room, just in time to watch Lisa strip the t-shirt off over her head. She turned to Kathy and the two girls hugged, breasts squashing together most delightfully. They both turned to me.

"Lie down, Matt," said Kathy. "I promised Lisa I would help to get you hard. You lie back and enjoy."

I had a sudden nervous thought. "What about your mom, Lisa?"

Lisa grinned. "Have you two not seen the time? Mom and dad left twenty minutes ago. That's why I came to see where Kathy had gotten to."

I grinned at Kathy. "I guess we slept well."

Kathy laughed. "Eventually," she murmured.

I laughed too and lay back on the bed. Lisa reached out and ran her finger along the length of my limp prick. It twitched and Lisa giggled.

"It's still alive, Matt!" she declared dramatically. "I can hope."

"You can do more than hope, Lisa," said Kathy, "you can do this." She bent gracefully and again she licked at my rod, slowly, sensuously.

Lisa laughed. "Move over, Kathy," she said, "I can sure as heck do that." She proved it, too, over the next few minutes as she raised my erection from its soft beginnings to a raging hardness. A hardness that was caused as much by my knowledge that Kathy would be watching as by Lisa's ministrations.

Lisa smiled at me. "I think that's as hard as I can get you, Matt. Will you fuck me now, please?" she asked plaintively, her fingers idly twining in my pubic hair. I sat up and reached over to my jeans, taking another of my dwindling supply of rubbers from my pocket. I tore open the packet and was about to roll it onto my hard length when Lisa stopped me and bent to do it herself, tongue between her teeth in concentration. She smiled brilliantly at her success, then threw herself flat on the bed, arms and legs sprawled.

"Fuck me, Matt!"

I knelt between her spread legs and bent to kiss her tits. They are bigger than Kathy's, and jiggle delightfully whenever she goes braless. I couldn't bear to ignore such lovely tits, especially her alluring pink, and now hard, nipples that begged me nibble on them gently. The touch of my teeth caused Lisa to shudder. As I bent so that the tip of my prick was pressing against Lisa's pussy she took gentle hold and guided my hardness into her welcoming warmth and wetness, tight and clinging against me as I pressed gently into her, easing as I pulled back.

I pushed further into Lisa, easing and pressing until I was buried in her as far as I could go. I was conscious of Kathy beside us, lying on her side, her hand gently caressing my back as I slowly fucked Lisa, who reached out to touch her friend's cheek.

Kathy took Lisa's hand in her own and kissed it, then laughed softly. "Togetherness!"

"Mmm," said Lisa, then gasped as I pressed further into her, her thighs clasping me, her fingers almost clawing at my back. "Oh, yes, Matt!" she moaned.

I began to use the full length of my prick, pulling back until I almost left her then pressing forward again, deep into her hot wetness. Lisa's breathing began to quicken and her hands were hot on my back. Beside us I was conscious of Kathy sitting up and soft murmurs, but Lisa's gasps were loud in my ear and I couldn't make them out, then suddenly Kathy was on her back beside us and another figure joined us on the bed. Todd!

Lisa moaned, then smiled across at her brother. "Hi, Todd," she gasped, flushing slightly. Being naked together, having sex together, was still a novelty for Todd and Lisa. It was for the rest of us, too, but they're siblings and were still shaking off taboos.

"Good morning, sis," said Todd. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," she breathed, "but you won't mind if I concentrate on Matt just for the moment, do you?"

Beside us Todd chuckled. "Of course not, I have Kathy to attend to, don't I?"

"Yeah, and you'd better start attending," said Kathy, mock-fiercely, then hissed a breath in on a gasp. From the corner of my eye I could see Todd's prick starting to enter Kathy's pussy. A brief flare of jealousy went through me, but was swiftly extinguished. 'Hell,' I thought, 'I can at least loan him my girlfriend while I fuck his sister'.

I think it was because I'd already fucked Kathy that I could hold on longer, because despite the fact that I'd started fucking Lisa a while before Todd started with Kathy, the four of us came almost together. Lisa was first, her breathing becoming gasps in my ears, then a wordless moan which grew to a sudden cry as her belly rippled and her pussy clamped down on my prick. Kathy was next, the now almost-familiar tight scream in her throat my indicator of her climax, while somehow Todd and I had unconsciously matched our rhythms and moments later climaxed almost together, violently, almost moving the girls bodily on the bed.

For a while there was no sound except the four of us trying to get our breath back, then I eased my half-soft prick from Lisa's pussy and sat back on my heels. She smiled up at me and blew me a kiss, her pussy lips reddened and pouting between her spread legs. Todd eased himself from Kathy, then stood beside the bed, bending to kiss Kathy lightly. He grinned across at me.

"A very nice way to start the day, don't you agree, Matt?"

I nodded and grinned at him. "The best, buddy, the very best!"

Kathy reached across and took Lisa's hand, squeezing gently. Lisa rolled over and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Thanks for the loan of Matt, Kathy," she said.

Kathy grinned at her friend, then up at Todd. "I was kinda too busy to notice," she murmured.

Lisa sat up. "Breakfast is indicated, I think," she said smiling around at us, "but first, a shower." She looked around at us. "Who wants to share with me?" She arched her brows in query, paused, then said, "Oh, come on, Todd. You've been trying to spy on me for years, come and see the real me. You can even wash my back. If you do a very good job, you can wash my front!" She scrambled off the bed and took Todd's hand, then stopped as she caught sight of the plaster cast on his lower leg. "Shit!" she said explosively, "now I'll have to wash my own back!"

"No," said Todd. "I'll tape a plastic bag over it to keep it dry." They went out laughing together.

Kathy looked at me and smiled. "Can I wash your prick if I let you wash my pussy?" she asked innocently.

She managed to raise an erection for me, but almost as if we were telepathic, neither of us tried to take it further, at least not then. We showered and dried, then donned our usual summer attire of t-shirt and shorts, or in Kathy's case tank top and shorts, then went for breakfast, joined soon by Todd and Lisa similarly clad.

"What are we doing today?" asked Lisa around a mouthful of cereal as the four of us broke our fast.

"Dunno," said Kathy. "Anyone got any particular ideas? Remember, Jeff and Cindy are coming over at two."

"Yeah, but until then?" said Lisa.

"I need to do some shopping," said Kathy. "Girl things," she told me with a smile. "So how about we go down to the mall? We can get some sandwiches at the deli for lunch, then maybe when Jeff and Cindy arrive, we can go down to the beach?"

"Sounds good to me," said Lisa. "Let's do it, OK?"

It was a good day. I wondered about Kathy, though. She went into the 'Lingerie Lounge' and had a very intense talk with the salesgirl, who kept eyeing me as I waited. The really strange thing is that not only did Kathy not buy anything, she didn't even look. We went back to the house, then down to the beach with Jeff and Cindy. Jeff took his car, with Lisa, Todd and Cindy, and Kathy came with me in my pickup.

It was good to see how our girls compared to the beach bunnies. I decided I didn't like enhanced boobs after comparing a couple of spectacularly endowed synthetic blondes with my slender, brunette Kathy. She glanced at me in amusement as my eyes came back to her, chuckling gently to herself. I raised my eyebrows but she shook her head, smiling, then took my arm so she could read the time on my watch.

"Will you take me back to the mall, Matt?" she asked.

"Sure, no problem. Forgotten something?"

"No, but there's something I want, and something I want to show you."

"OK, any time." She had me mildly intrigued. Kathy went over to where the others were sprawled and told them we were going and a couple of minutes later we were away. It was about two or three minutes to five when we arrived. Kathy took my hand when I locked my pickup and led me away. She was still wearing her bikini top but had put her shorts back on.

"Here we are," she said. I found myself outside 'Lingerie Lounge' again, where the sign said 'Closed at five'.

"Cutting it fine," I remarked to Kathy. She shook her head, smiling and led the way inside. The same salesgirl that Kathy had been talking to earlier was on duty. She smiled radiantly to see Kathy, glanced at her watch and went to the door. To my surprise she locked it, hung up the 'Closed' sign, and pulled down the blind on the door. Turning off most of the lights in the store, she beckoned and led us through to the changing area at the rear of the shop, where she and Kathy hugged each other, grinning.

Kathy turned to me. "Matt, I want you to meet my cousin, Maria Chavez. Maria's mom is my mom's sister. Her dad is Doctor Chavez, you know, over at the clinic."

I held my hand out to Maria and she shook it courteously. "I'm pleased to meet you, Matt. Kathy's told me a lot about you."

"All lies of course, Matt," said Kathy with a giggle.

"I'm delighted to meet you, Maria," I said, and I was, because Maria Chavez was stunning. Raven hair sprawled in wild profusion down her back and her olive skin was the perfect foil for her emerald eyes. I turned to Kathy.

"OK, why are we here?" I asked.

Kathy grinned. "Remember the teddy?" she asked.

I nodded. I certainly did remember the blue and white confection she was wearing when her mom almost caught us fucking. "Yeah," I said. "So?"

"So Maria told me they had some new ones in. I want another and I want you to choose it, so I need to model them and I wanted to do it in private."

"So you arranged with Maria to do it after the store closed." I nodded. "Nice one, Kathy." I took a chair and grinned at the two of them. "OK, when does the show start?"

"As soon as I can get Kathy into the first one," said Maria, winking at me. I remembered how hot Kathy looked in the teddy she had already worn for me and my cock twitched. Maria turned to Kathy. "OK, cousin," she said, "let's excite the man!" She led Kathy into one of the changing rooms.

There was a short delay, then Maria came out, now without her store coverall. She was wearing a simple white blouse and black skirt and she looked fabulous. "Ready?" she asked me, her eyes sparkling.

"Yeah," I drawled.

Kathy came out, wearing a confection of black and red silk, and black stockings. She wasn't wearing any panties, her cute bush on display between her garter straps. I raised my eyebrows and she grinned, flushing slightly.

"I'm trying to turn you on, Matt, and I've gotten myself wet," she explained. I daren't try any of the panties on, I'd have to buy every pair I tried!" She glanced across at Maria who grinned at her. Kathy stuck out her tongue to her cousin, but Maria just laughed. I could feel my prick starting to thicken and I moved uncomfortably. Maria glanced across and I could almost read her mind. She smiled at me and her tongue tip passed quickly over her red lips.

"Do you like this one?" Kathy asked me, bringing me back from my fantasy of making love to both of them.

"I do," I replied. "Any others?"

"One or two," said Maria. "Come on Kathy."

I was in male heaven for a while, as Kathy modelled the teddies and bustiers for me. There was a green one I could visualise on the little red-headed Cindy, a white one, with bra cups that barely existed but showed her figure off wonderfully. There was one in Ferrari red that was guaranteed to set any pulse racing and another in dark blue, but when Kathy asked me which one I liked best I replied, "the first one, the black and red."

Kathy smiled and nodded. "My favourite, too." She glanced across at Maria, who nodded. "I'll just get changed," said Kathy, "there's something else you have to see." She went back into the changing room with Maria. I took advantage of their absence to try to get my increasingly stiff prick into a comfortable position.

"Close your eyes," Kathy called.

"OK," I said, complying. "Tell me when to open them." I waited as soft footsteps came to my ears. The sounds stopped in front of me.

"Ok, Matt," said Kathy softly, "you can open them now."




Change of Plan Ch. 5



I did and gasped involuntarily, my prick twitching as it stiffened even more. Kathy and Maria were standing before me, holding hands. They were both naked, totally unadorned. I looked at Maria and she flushed, but made no move to cover herself. An inch or so shorter than Kathy, an inch or so bigger in the bust, an inch or so smaller in the waist, she was as gorgeous naked as she had been clothed.

"Matt," said Kathy gently, "I told Maria how wonderful a lover you were, and I'd like you to show her."

"Are you sure?" I asked Kathy in amazement. She nodded, smiling gently. I turned to Maria. "You?" I asked. She smiled at me and nodded, too, licking her lips again.

"I'm positive," she said softly.

I stood up, my prick tenting my shorts. "Where?" I asked. They each took one of my hands.

"There's a couch through here," said Maria, her fingers warm in mine. She led the way into a small back room. It was warm, and there was a couch long enough to take my six feet and wide enough to take two of us sprawled in lovemaking. My prick got harder. Maria glanced down and then looked across at Kathy.

Kathy nodded. "Yup," she said. "We gotta get him out of those clothes."

"Allow me," I said, and pushed my shorts and boxers down and off, relishing the air on my erection. I kicked off my sneakers, then stripped the t-shirt off over my head. I flexed my prick and Kathy giggled.

"I love it when he does that deep in my pussy," she said, grinning, eyes sparkling.

I bent and reached into my shorts pocket and took out a rubber.

Maria shook her head. "I'm on the pill, Matt, you won't need that."

I put the rubber back. Kathy was watching me and I caught her eye. She smiled at me.

"I'm gonna tell my mom that some ape stole my cherry," she said. "Then I'm gonna ask her if I can go on the pill, so he can do it again."

I laughed. "Are you going to tell her it was me?"

"Probably," said Kathy, nodding, " she won't hurt you."

"Good," I said, "I could go for her under other circumstances."

"Aunt Anne?" asked Maria, surprised.

"Yeah." I nodded. "She's a damn good looking woman, after present company of course."

"Of course," said Kathy dryly. "Now concentrate. Mom isn't here, but Maria is and Maria wants to be fucked."

"Yes, please," said Maria softly. She came close to me and looked up into my eyes, her hand taking gentle hold of my stiffness. I put my hands on her shoulders and drew her closer, bending to kiss her. The kiss was gentle at first, but there was a fire in us both and the kiss took us and lifted us, burning, searing, into a white-hot passion. I broke the kiss and picked Maria up, laying her gently on the couch.

She threw her legs apart, her sex gleaming pinkly below her neatly trimmed black bush, moisture glistening in her cleft. "Now, Matt, now, fuck me now!" She held her arms out to me, imploring.

I knelt between her legs, carefully lining up my prick, then pushed gently into her. She was wet - very - and I sank easily into her honeyed depths. Maria sighed in satisfaction as I bottomed and smiled at me.

"That's great, Matt. Kathy was right, you feel real good in a girl's pussy." She stretched up and kissed me, squeezing down on me with her internal muscles, the grip of her pussy tight, hot and wet. I began to move, my prick moving in and out of her heated welcome and she gave a little hum of appreciation, her hips picking up the rhythm from mine, the two of us moving easily together, almost as if we'd been fucking for ages instead of it being our first time. I was enjoying the slither of prick in pussy, unencumbered by a rubber, looking forward to Kathy going onto the pill, so that we could enjoy the sensation, too.

It was a gentle, relaxed fuck and Kathy sat beside us on the couch, stroking us with one hand, the other stroking over her labia and clitoris, masturbating, bringing herself easily up the rise to climax. I began to lengthen my stroke. Maria's breathing deepened and she began almost to gasp with the rhythm of our motion. Her hands on my back began to move aimlessly, fluttering almost, and I could feel her belly rippling, rippling; then she came. A strangled moan came from her lips and she gasped out "Yes! Oh, yes!" as her pussy clamped down on my prick.

I paused, near but not ready to come, waiting as Maria's spasms lessened and her grip slackened. Beside us, Kathy's busy little fingers paused in their own self-appointed task.

"Did you come?" she whispered. I shook my head. "Let me finish you," she murmured.

I eased my still-hard prick from Maria's pussy. She winked at me and blew me a kiss, still breathing heavily. I reached for a rubber but Kathy shook her head.

"I want to eat you," she said with a lecherous smile, and bent to her task, running her tongue the length of my prick. Too late I remembered I was covered in Maria's juices but Kathy just smacked her lips and grinned at her cousin. "You taste good, Maria," she murmured.

I was on my back beside Maria and Kathy was on her knees, straddling my left leg, my prick in her mouth. Maria eased herself up and before I realised what she was doing she was on her back between Kathy's legs, her tongue extended towards Kathy's pussy. Kathy gasped as Maria's tongue entered her, her gasp exploding around my prick. Her mouth left my prick for a moment and she moaned, then gasped again.

"Oh, Maria, that feels wonderful!"

Maria moved her mouth away from Kathy's pussy and gave us an upside-down grin. "It's only fair if we all get to come," she said, then returned to her self-appointed task, while Kathy's mouth came down over my prick again, fucking me with her mouth, her tongue swirling across the head as she rose, flicking the glans as she sank, up, down, left, right, slowly, but ever more quickly, bringing me closer to my own climax.

I could feel my nuts tightening, that wonderful sense of impending sensation as Kathy brought me ever closer, using only her mouth, her arms supporting her, her cousin busily tonguing her pussy. I reached, stretching, to cup Kathy's tits and she gasped again as Maria's tongue worked its magic.

"I'm going to come, sweetheart," I whispered and Kathy managed to nod, then gasped again, then moaned as my prick flexed in her mouth and the first jet of my come hit her throat. Hurriedly she swallowed, easing as I slowed then she screamed around my prick as Maria brought her to climax, shuddering as she knelt astride my leg, then collapsing across me as Maria eased herself away.

Long moments passed before Kathy or I moved. Maria was sitting cross-legged on the corner of the couch, sex gleaming pinkly, Kathy's juices bright on her face. Eventually Kathy sat up and leaned across to kiss Maria.

"Thanks, honey," she said, "I enjoyed that."

"My pleasure," said Maria, smiling at both of us. "Thanks Matt, I really enjoyed our fuck. If Kathy doesn't need you, stop by any time!" She grinned happily.

"He's mine," said Kathy in a mock growl. "You don't touch him unless I'm here."

Ah, interesting, I thought. This could happen again! Aloud I said, "We need to get cleaned up."

"There's a shower through here," said Maria, indicating a doorway. She grinned. "Just big enough for three!"

In bed that night, after we'd made love, Kathy snuggled up to me. "Did you enjoy having Maria?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, "very much. But I think I enjoyed it because you were there, enjoying it with me."

"Good," said Kathy drowsily, "I don't mind if I can share it with you." She yawned. "Lisa says her mom's working at home tomorrow, so we won't have many chances for sex until tomorrow night." She paused.

"Yes?" I murmured.

"Your Aunt Ellen on Saturday, isn't it?"

"Yes, I'll 'phone her tomorrow, make sure it's still on." I kissed Kathy's cheek. "She might let us sleep together, too."

"Mmm, good," Kathy murmured. "G'night, Matt."

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Those readers interested in Matt and Kathy's adventures with Aunt Ellen should read 'Aunt Ellen', by Alex de Kok, also on Literotica.



Change of Plan



"Ahhhhhhh!" Kathy cried in a combination of pain and pleasure. Past her barrier now, I probed slowly further into her, allowing her time to recover from the shock and her orgasm and accommodate my invading cock. Trying to help her forget the pain, I began to fuck her gently, a slow, almost imperceptible motion. 

Pretty soon her hips picked up the rhythm and her breathing quickened. Her little cries were pure pleasure now. Then her head began to toss from side to side and I began to thrust more forcefully. My whole length was going into her now and Kathy's rhythm began to fall apart. Her hips were spasming, her lungs were heaving, her abdomen was rippling, her eyes were closed, and then her head was suddenly frozen, thrust back against the couch, her back arched, her mouth wide open in what could have been either agony or ecstasy.

"Oh," she said, thrusting hard against me one more time. "Ohmigod!" she said. "Fuck me! Ohhh! Ahhh! Oh, Matthew!" she yelled in pure delight. "I'm coming a-g-a-i-n!" 

Almost surprised, I realised I was close to climax myself. Because I had already had Lisa, I realised, I had been able to keep going longer with Kathy and somehow she had involved me totally in the intensity of her experience. I stopped breathing as I felt the tumult of her orgasm, then felt that incredible tingle start down at the bottom of my backbone, gather in my balls, and then spurt down the length of my prick to flood into the condom buried deeply in Kathy's most intimate and previously unpenetrated depths.

"Oh! God! Yesss!" I cried, collapsing onto her panting body with no strength left in my arms or legs to support me. Beside us Lisa shuddered silently, the dildo buried almost to the grip in her pulsing cunt.

It was minutes later before anyone stirred, then it was Kathy. I guessed that my weight was making her uncomfortable, so I eased my rapidly softening prick from her cunt and rolled onto my side. She grabbed me before I fell to the floor beside the couch.

"Sorry, Kathy." I grinned at her. "I guess I'm heavy."

"A little," she said, kissing my nose, "but not when it mattered!"

"You OK?" I asked her, a little concerned for her.

"I am fine," Kathy said emphatically, in a voice heavy with contented satisfaction, "just fine."

"I guess that makes three of us," said Lisa. "Matt, have you got the time?"

I glanced at my watch. "Five to six."

"Hell's teeth!" exclaimed Lisa. "Mom will be home in a minute! Quick, suits on and into the pool. I'll throw this in the washing machine and be right with you," she said, grabbing the stained towel from where Kathy had been lying and dashing out of the living-room.

I got to my feet and reached out my hand to help Kathy. She took it and as she came to her feet moved straight into my arms and kissed me fiercely, then broke away.

"If that's fucking, I want to do that again, Matt. Soon." Thank you, God!

"Me too, Kathy," I said. "But now, with Mrs Larson due?"

"Yeah. We go swim and cool off!" She grinned. "My bikini's upstairs. See you in the pool." She hurried out of the room.

I hurried after her. "So are my shirt and shorts, but my trunks are in my pack!"

Lisa was still pulling on her bikini top when we heard the sound of the car. All three of us jumped into the water to get wet then climbed out to meet Mrs Larson as she came out to the pool.

"Hi, Mom," said Lisa. "How's Todd?"

"Fine, sis, thanks for asking," said the boy himself, lurching out inexpertly on crutches, his lower leg plastered into immobility. "Hi, Matt, Kathy."

"If you three get showered and dressed, dinner will be about ten minutes," said Mrs Larson. "I ordered Chinese for six-fifteen."

"Chinese! Great, Mom," said Lisa. "Come on Kathy, you can share my shower. Matt, use the guest bathroom." She grabbed Kathy by the hand and led her away. Over her shoulder Kathy gave me a rueful look. I shrugged, smiled at Mrs Larson, winked at Todd, grabbed my bag and followed the girls upstairs.

An hour later, replete, we all sprawled comfortably in the Larson lounge. Mrs Larson had ordered a veritable feast but young appetites can run strong and there were only crumbs to discard. Todd had his plastered leg propped up on a stool for comfort.

"Matt?" said Mrs Larson.

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to stay for a day or two? I'm sure Todd would welcome your company."

"Yeah, I sure would!" remarked Todd, enthusiastically.

"We don't have any spare rooms, with Kathy here," said Lisa.

"I thought you and Kathy could share, sweetheart, your bed's big enough. Then Matthew could take the room Kathy's been using. Would that suit?"

"Fine by me," said Kathy, smiling at me, then winking suggestively when no-one else was looking.

"Sure thing, Mom," said Lisa.

"Well, that's settled then. I'll go and change the bedding, then I think I'll have a swim," said Mrs Larson.

"Good idea, Mom," said Lisa. "Come on Kathy, we'll give Mom a hand and then we can have a swim as well."

"Lead on," said Kathy, getting to her feet.

We spent an enjoyable evening, swimming for a while. Mrs Larson in a bikini was a revelation - I could see where Lisa got her looks from - and joined in our horseplay with good humour, Todd calling encouragement from the comfort of a lounger. Mr Larson came home from the gallery about nine, and the adults retired to the living room, leaving we four youngsters the den. We played Monopoly for a while, but no-one was really into it and at about ten-thirty Lisa stifled a yawn.

"I'm going to bed," she announced. "Coming, Kathy?"

"Yeah, I guess so. 'Night, guys," she said, sketching a wave as she followed Lisa out.

I was disappointed, as I thought she or Lisa might have suggested something more intimate, then told myself not to be so horny. Hell, they'd both been virgins that morning! My room shared a bathroom with Todd's and we chatted for a while then at about eleven I took myself off to bed. These days I sleep naked and I lay on my back for a while just thinking about the day's events. Hallelujah!

Something woke me and for a moment I didn't know where I was. "Sssh!" cautioned a soft voice, and I saw a slim white figure in the darkness. A whisper. "Move over, let me into bed." Kathy! It had to be, because the hair was dark, not the blond of Lisa. I scooted over in the bed and made room. Kathy put her arms to the hem of her nightdress and stripped it off over her head, then eased herself into bed beside me. The lovely length of her nudity was cool against me in the night. I eased my arm around her and bent to kiss her. Her response was warm and immediate, her mouth opening and her tongue tip playing with mine.

"Surprised?" she whispered.

"And delighted," I murmured in her ear. "Lisa asleep?"

"Shit, I hope so. It took me an age to slip out of bed."

"What time is it?"

"Around one. Which gives us about three hours before it starts getting light." She paused. "Matt?"

"Yes?"

"Has any girl ever given you a blow job?" She giggled. "Funny name for suction!"

"Why do you ask?"

I felt her shrug in the darkness and she kissed my cheek. "I wondered what it was like, I mean, I'd like to give you one, if you'd like me to?"

I kissed her lips gently. "I would love it, Kathy, very much." I laughed gently. "I only have one rubber left, we can save it for later."

"Oh, yes!" she whispered fervently. "I do so want to be fucked again."

"You enjoyed it?" "I loved it! I'm gonna get Mom to put me on the pill, soon as I get the nerve to tell her that her baby has lost her cherry."

"Will you tell her it was me?"

"I don't know," she murmured softly, "would you mind?"

"Not so long as she doesn't take after me with a shotgun!"

Kathy giggled again. "She won't. I tell Mom everything, we're like sisters. She said I should tell her when it happened, in case I needed to see the doctor."

"Do you think you do?"

"Probably not. I hurt for a little while earlier, but not any more."

"I'm sorry, sweet, I didn't want to hurt you."

Kathy hugged me fiercely. "That was the nicest hurt I ever had. You're forgiven." She reached out gently and took hold of my prick, hard and hot it was now. She squeezed it gently, then kissed me on the lips.

"Time for me to head for new territory!" she whispered, giggling, then sliding down in the bed until her mouth was level with my groin. "God, he looks big from here!"

"Think he'll get in your little mouth?"

"Just watch me try, big boy," she murmured, then paused. "Have you ever been blown before, Matt?"

"Yeah, a couple of times." And don't ask me who!

"I've never done this before. Do I just suck?"

"No, that doesn't work, at least not by itself, it doesn't. Sort of fuck me with your mouth, like, and run your tongue around the head. Yes! Just like that!"

Kathy might never have given head before, but the girl was a natural-born cock-sucker. Boy, was she! In pretty short order, I could feel that tightness gathering in my nuts that goes just before a good come. I stroked her head.

"Kathy, I'm going to come soon, baby. You don't have to swallow me, catch me in a tissue if you like."

Somehow she managed to shake her head 'no' while still administering vigorously to my prick. I could feel myself getting closer.

"I'm going to come, Kathy. Soon, baby, soon. Oh Kathy, I'm nearly there, sweetheart, I'm close, very close, baby. Oh Jesus, Kathy, oh baby, I'm coming!" And I came. Hard. I could feel Kathy sort of gasp and swallow frantically, then she coughed and pulled back to let herself breathe. But, bless her, she didn't lose a drop! Gradually the flow slowed to a trickle, then stopped. My prick was softening rapidly and Kathy gave the head a good lick all round, then kissed it and scooted back up the bed to snuggle against me. She kissed me and I could taste myself on her.

"Was I good?" she asked anxiously.

"You were great, Kathy, a natural. It was marvellous."

She kissed me again. "I thought I would choke when you came. Goodness, it was like a jet!"

"I always come hard when I'm really excited."

"Well, that's flattering, I guess I got you excited, then."

"You certainly did, sweetheart." I kissed her gently, lingeringly, caressing her tits, lowering my head to suck gently at her nipples. She clutched at my head and pressed it against herself. I moved my head back slightly, then kissed the undersides of her breasts, then her belly, gradually moving down.

I tugged gently with my teeth at her wisps of pubic hair and she giggled tightly.

"Are you planning to do what I hope you're planning to do?" she whispered. "Oh, Matt, eat me! Please! I want to feel what it's like!"

"Eat you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" I think she wanted it.

"I most certainly am." What else could I say? I pushed gently at her until she was lying on her back, her legs wide apart. I breathed lightly on her belly, then moved down and kissed her knee. She giggled, then moaned as I licked the inside of her thigh, moving steadily towards her cunt. I lifted my head then kissed lightly at her clitoris, making her jump, then licked down the other thigh. She stroked my head, running her fingers through my hair. I let my tongue start back towards her cunt and I breathed deeply, then ran my tongue all the way from her ass to her clitoris. She shivered and her grip on my hair tightened spasmodically.

"Oh, Matt, that is s-o-o-o good!" she whispered, her voice shaking.

I nipped at her cunt with pursed lips, sucking and licking her juices, occasionally sucking at her clit, or running my tongue the length of it. Her stomach muscles were rippling as her orgasm suddenly took her and she screamed tightly and clamped her legs around my head. She was just starting to come down from her high when I nipped lightly at her clit again. I don't know how these things happen, but she came again, a gut-wrenching climax, then another, until eventually she had to push me gently away.

"No more, Matt, I can't take it! Oh, God, lover, that was incredible." Her voice was shaking and she was trembling. I kissed her cunt gently, then wriggled up to take her in my arms again, kissing her lips lightly. She kissed me back fiercely, shoving her tongue down my throat, probing, then pulled her head back as she realised what she was tasting.

"I can taste myself!" 

"Do you like it?"

"I like tasting me on you, but I like tasting you better."

"Well, that's both of us pleased with the flavour of the day."

She giggled, then pressed herself against me. My erect cock was pressed against her. "I think something's come up!" she murmured.

"He's a pathfinder, looking for somewhere to go." 

"I have just the place in mind, but it's wet, so he'll need a raincoat." She reached out to my jeans and retrieved the small foil packet. "I have one for him, right here. Let me help him on with it," she said, sitting up and squirming round onto her knees. She tore open the little packet then rolled the condom onto the hot length of me, sighing heavily as she finished.

"Matt?" she said.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can I be on top? Please Matt, I want to feel you going into my cunt at my speed."

"I'd like that. I'm lazy really. It's nice to have the woman working for a change," I joked.

She aimed a mock punch at me, then swung her leg astride me, lifting herself until she was poised above my erection. She grinned at me, then put my stiffness at the entrance to her pussy, lowering herself slowly, carefully, purposefully the long length of me until I was buried in her as far as I could go. She stopped, then squeezed me experimentally with her cunt muscles, then groaned.

"Oh, Matt, you feel so fucking good! So very, very, good."

I wondered at the tightness of her pussy, clamping itself to my cock and surrendered myself to the sensation. I raised my hands to her breasts, rubbing my thumbs lightly over her rigid nipples. She closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the sensations. "So do you, lover," I said. "Now do some work, woman!"

She raised herself, so that my prick almost left her, then lowered herself again, closing her eyes, enjoying the sensation of feeling my rock-hard prick sliding in and out of her cunt. She wriggled slightly, getting the positioning just right, then began a rhythmic movement, raising and lowering herself, getting the maximum sensation.

I lowered my hands to her hips, holding her lightly, then eased my hand between us so that my thumb could lightly flick over her clit. She moaned deep in her throat as I did that, squeezing me. Her breathing became quicker, hoarse. I added a finger to my thumb, caressing her clit as she moved above me.

"Oh, Matt! That feels good, lover, really good! You're going to make me come!"

"Come for me, sweetheart, let me feel your cunt clamp my cock."

"Oh, Matt! I'm coming!" Kathy began to shake as her climax hit her, trembling, setting up a vibration which transmitted itself to me, so that suddenly I was coming, too.

"Oh, Kathy, you've made me come, too!" I whispered hoarsely, driving my cock up into her cunt, so that the two of us trembled into eventual stillness together, my cock twitching as the last trickles of my semen filled the condom.

Kathy collapsed forward, her head on my chest, breathing heavily. I put my arms around her and hugged her gently. She took a deep breath and sighed.

"Something wrong, Kathy?" I asked, concerned.

"No," she said contentedly, "nothing at all. I'm just wondering why I waited so long to start fucking. It's great!"

"It certainly is, Kathy, especially someone as giving as you. Or Lisa."

"I'm glad you added me," said Lisa's voice from the darkness near the door. She came forward and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to kiss me lightly on the lips and hugging Kathy. "I've been watching you, well listening, really, and I think I came twice just with that." She laughed softly. "I like fucking, too, Matt. Have you any go left in you?"

"Probably not, Lisa, not at the moment, but more to the point, my last rubber is still buried in Kathy's pussy!" I said ruefully. Kathy giggled and I could feel her laughter transmitted to my shrinking cock.

Lisa sighed. "Just my luck."

"I could suck your tits and Matt could eat your pussy, Lisa," said Kathy helpfully, easing herself off my shrinking prick. "Would you like that?" There was eagerness in her tone.

"I certainly would, Kathy, but not at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to, but I am tired. Hell, it's three in the morning." Lisa smiled ruefully.

"I have some more rubbers at home, girls," I said, "and I need to go home and get some ordinary clothes. All I have with me are my hiking clothes." Not that I need any for fucking.

"Mom said you could stay for a few days while Todd's laid up. You have a driver's licence, don't you, Matt?" asked Lisa.

"Yeah, I do. Why do you ask?"

"I might be able to get mom to let you use the VW. She's travelling back and forth with dad at the moment."

Kathy wriggled out of bed and stooped to pick up her t-shirt, shrugging it on in the faint light of the false dawn of summer. "Do you have enough rubbers to let Todd have some, if he doesn't have any?" she asked.

"I think so. It depends on what chance we have. Why, are you thinking of fucking him?" I asked, carefully keeping my voice neutral.

"I guess I am," said Kathy thoughtfully. "I mean, he's Lisa's brother, and if he finds out we've been fucking, he might feel left out." Kathy shrugged. "I'm the obvious one for him to fuck, and I like him enough to do it, now that you've shown me how good it can be. Lisa wants you to fuck her again, in any case."

"Yeah, I certainly do!"

To Be Continued...?



Change of Plans



We’re going to that party in the financial district tonight, that benefit she was so happy to get tickets for. And I’m at home this afternoon, reading as usual. Yet I cannot wait to see her. It’ll be our first New Year’s Eve together, and I’m hoping tonight’s event doesn’t take up all our time. I want much more than to have to steal a kiss from her in some secluded spot, or much worse, not at all.

I call her cell and of course she’s shopping.

‘Just picking up my dress for this evening,’ she says with an audible smile. ‘I think you’ll be quite pleased…it looks amazing on me.’

I smile at her arrogance. Appropriate as it may be, it always amuses me.

‘Baby?’ I ask softly.

‘Hmm?’ I hear her say somewhat distractedly. She must be paying the dry cleaners.

‘Why don’t we catch a movie before the party…that new Spielberg flick. It looks good. We could see the 6 o’clock show, and go straight to the party afterward.’

‘Uh…alright, I guess,’ she says nonchalantly. ‘I’ll have to meet you there though. That theatre by the opera house, right?’

‘Exactly.’

‘OK…6 it is. Oh and honey…?’ she trails off.

‘Yes?’

‘If you absolutely insist on wearing pants, wear that beige sweater I bought you.’

At 6:15, she steps out of a cab in front of the cinema. I’m standing on the steps watching her pay the cabbie. She’s rushing, and she’s right--she does look amazing. For even though she’s wearing that long, black coat, I can see her dress looks absolutely radiant on her…the spaghetti straps, low cut, the slit down the side. Her short, black hair and caramel skin complement the style, the fabric perfectly.

She sees me and smiles unapologetically. Eyeing me over, she trails her fingers playfully over my sweater and tickles the back of my neck. This has been a well-received greeting for some time now, and yet its effect is just as exciting as the first time she did it.

We sit in the second to last row, in the middle. The opening credits begin just as we are sitting down. I was surprised to see it not crowded for a Tuesday evening, with all the restaurants nearby. But then again, this is New Year’s Eve. Everyone will have different plans.

My coat is on the seat to my right, but she leaves hers on. She insists that theatre seats are ‘absolutely filthy’, but with that dress on I don’t blame her for wanting some sort of barrier. Her legs are crossed, as she sits at a slight angle. The dress clings so perfectly to her body. Even in the flickering light of this theatre, her skin looks so beautiful, so inviting against the fabric. 

As the plot builds, our arms lay against one another on the seat rest. I touch my hand against hers, moving my right index finger over her left hand. She responds to my touch, her hand softening and molding against mine. We’ve held hands in the theatre before, yet this wasn’t enough this time. I wanted so much to have her against me, even lying beside me. The movie was merely a vehicle to see her sooner anyway. With every little laugh she gave, I wanted to touch her face, kiss her forehead. But I bore the anticipation, despite my fantasies about her during the movie. All I could do was keep my hand with hers, now and then gently caressing her soft skin with my fingertips. And imagine what might come later…

We hailed a cab after the movie, and headed into the financial district. This exclusive engagement was to be held at Shari--a trendy nightclub set in the penthouse of the Sagan Building. It offered a majestic view of the entire city, not to mention the music and the crowd tonight was expected to make it the place to be.

Men and women alike were stealing glances, some more obviously than others, from the minute we walked in and checked our coats. When I went to get drinks from the bar, I returned to find a handsome blond man in a dark suit talking quite animatedly with her. I handed her the ‘very dirty martini’ and took a sip of my cape cod. He smiled politely as I approached, though he was clearly disappointed that I appeared to be her companion for the evening. Still, he stayed on and conversed with us, trying to ascertain our relationship. Yet she kept it geared toward business, for they were both involved in investment banking. His associate, a slim brunette woman in a low cut red dress, joined us after a while. At this juncture, he seized the opportunity in asking my girlfriend to dance. She accepted, winking at me as she handed me her drink. 

I’ve never been much of a dancer…well, maybe for slow songs, but only in the right company and in a comfortable place. The floor was filled with people of all kinds—young and old, beautiful and those who only thought they were. But I loved watching her. Even now, as this gawking yuppie tried his best to keep up with her, she dazzled in every way possible. Tina, his associate, stayed with me. At first I thought this was to ensure Eric’s occupancy with my girlfriend on the dance floor. Though when she made a blatant pass at me, I was rather surprised. ‘You have something on your….oh, let me get it….’ Tina’s finger trailed against my lips, and my eyes gave a silent, yet stern look of admonishment.

But this occurred as a slow song was beginning, so she left the floor and the company of the lanky blond. Moving away from the center of the room, we watched the French circus act for a few minutes. Then we opted to try the sushi that was being served amidst ice carvings and sculptures. We separated for a while when I ran into a colleague unexpectedly. She never liked hanging around ‘those homely academic types’ too long, and so went on her own for a bit. But our eyes met continually throughout the night, exchanging smiles and glances. And no matter what the conversation, what music filled the room, what announcement was being made, I continually thought of her, ached to be near her. 

Two drinks into the night, I had to use the restroom. I was surprised to find it empty, as it wasn’t private. The lighting was warm on my face as I stood washing my hands in the brushed stainless steel basin. As I was leaving the room, she entered. Immediately, before I could even imagine her reaction, I pulled her against the wall and kissed her. Hard. My hands held her there for a moment, close to me. She looked at me silently afterward, as I touched my lip with my finger. 

‘That was…unexpected,’ she said. 

Maybe I shouldn’t have done that, for I couldn’t tell if she was irritated or not. It just came so readily, almost instinctively. Before I could say anything two garrulous women walked in, and she walked forward and entered a stall. I re-entered the party at that point, heading for the bar to ease my mind about the unwarranted kiss.

I found myself surrounded by women and men who were hysterically laughing. And I was laughing too, though I couldn’t remember why. A frenzied, red-headed woman was in the center of the group, telling the funniest jokes. Someone said she was a comedienne. ‘Of course all her shows are booked while she’s in town.’ When I felt a warm hand on the small of my back, I turned to see her standing there, stunning in that dress. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Even after that kiss in the restroom, I immediately wanted to kiss her again, to feel her. That slight touch she had on my back was enough to uproot my desire, my hunger for her again.

‘Maybe we should go,’ she says into my ear. It was getting quite loud at that point.

‘Really?’ I say, taking a sip of my drink. ‘It’s only 10:45,’ I continue, glancing at my watch. ‘You don’t want to stay until midnight?’ 

She shakes her head, and I think something is horribly wrong. I put my drink down and ask her if she’s feeling alright. She nods, though it doesn’t convince me. I tell her I’m going to get the coats.

She didn’t talk to me on the way down in the elevator. Of course, there were two men in there as well, talking quite frankly about a lewd practical joke they had planned for their associate.

I hailed a cab, but I didn’t know what I’d say once we got inside. Would she want to go home, to her place? She entered the cab first, giving him my address. Am I going home first? Her place is farthest away from here….

‘I’m sorry if I…’ I begin, facing her.

‘Shhhh,’ she says, looking out her window.

Silence the rest of the way. Well, except for the cb radio belonging to the cabbie. I never thought fifteen minutes could last so long. 

We pull up to my apartment building, and she hastily hands the driver a twenty.

‘Happy New Year, sir,’ she says with a slight smile. ‘Be careful driving out there.’

‘Thank you, miss,’ he replies glancing at her warmly. ‘Have a good night.’

I exit the car first, standing as she gets out. She touches the tip of my nose lightly and I close the door. She begins walking up the steps to my building, not looking after me. I follow, key in hand, and open the door for her. We climb the two flights of stairs, again in silence. Her steps are deliberate, but not labored. At my door she stops, pausing for me to open it.

Inside, she takes off her heels. She’s always so good about removing her shoes right away. Some people you have to remind, but she got it from the first time. Being on the top floor, with hard wood floors, it’s just courtesy to respect the neighbors. 

I walk in, remove my shoes, and go to place my keys on the ring. She comes up behind me. As she closes the door, her arms softly wrap around my waist. She begins kissing my neck. I can feel her warm breath, smell the martinis she’s had throughout the evening. My heart melts; I am relieved. Though this isn’t like her. I’ve always been the one to want to come back early…never her. Especially on such a big night.

‘Make us a drink, honey,’ she says, gliding her hand along my waist as she walks into the living room. I can hear her flipping through the cd case, turning on the stereo. She plays with the dial before all goes silent, and I hear her loading a disc. It’s a compilation she made me a while back. That red cd that she refused to label. I peek into the room, and see her looking out the window of the Victorian apartment, both hands on her back…an unlikely pose in that beautiful dress. She stretches, and I smile as I open a bottle of champagne. I sneak into the bathroom, stealing some sandalwood body oil. On the stove, I place a pot of water and bring it to a simmer, placing the bottle of oil carefully inside. 

I enter the living room, where the lights are now off. I stand holding two champagne flutes and the chilled bottle of Moet. Her face appears in the corner as she lights one of several votive candles around the room. A blend of dancing shadows flicker in the room as she lights the various candles. She sits on the fouton, her back against the pillows, her feet taking up the length of it. I approach her, pouring a glass and handing it to her. 

Glancing at her Omega, she argues that it’s not midnight yet, not the time for a toast. But then she smiles up at me, accepting silently. Pouring mine, I set it on the coffee table. She moves her legs up, indicating for me to sit. But I remember the oil in the kitchen and leave the room.

‘What are you doing?’ she calls.

‘I forgot something,’ I say, turning off the stove and pouring the now hot oil into a small crystal decanter. As I enter the living room, she has set her glass of champagne next to mine. Absentmindedly, she is rubbing her foot against a cushion of the fouton. I hold up the decanter, filled with the gold-tinged oil.

‘How about a massage?’ I offer.

She smiles, looking around her. ‘Here?’

I look to the bedroom door. ‘In there.’ My eyes return to hers.

Without a word, she rises and takes the champagne bottle and glasses into the bedroom. I follow with the oil, placing it on the table beside my queen-sized bed. 

‘Don’t start without me,’ she says with a teasing glance as she walks into the bathroom.

I begin moving the candles from the living room into my bedroom, placing them at even intervals…on the window sill, the bookshelf, my desk, the small chest under the window, below the angled mirror in the corner. I pull back the duvet, the clean, off-white damask sheets taking on the shadows of the warm candlelight. Even the Meidner print above the bed takes on a romantic persona. Several pillows are at the head of the bed, covering part of the antique iron frame. I’ve changed into a t-shirt and boxers by the time she enters the room--wearing only a towel.

‘So sexy,’ she says sarcastically, tugging on my faded grey Cal shirt. I’m seated on the bed and she stands before me. Pulling her close, I kiss the towel covering her tummy. As I tug on the towel, she resists.

‘That’s a bit unfair. I wear nothing and you’re all sporty like this?’

I look up at her then pull my shirt up and over my head. It falls to the floor beside her. Lying back, I slip out of my boxers. Then sitting up, I look up at her once again.

‘Your turn now.’

She kneels onto the bed, making her way toward the middle. Facing away from me, she removes the towel. The shadows dance along the definition in her back, making her caramel skin look an even softer, deeper shade. I get up on my knees behind her, rubbing her shoulders lightly with my hands. I smell her perfume and shampoo in her hair. Kissing her neck, I catch a glimpse of her in the full length-mirror in the corner of the room. She is watching me. I continue kissing her, my head nuzzling into her neck as my hands wrap around her bare waist. The music from the other room wanders in, justifying the seductive movement of my fingers along her tummy, her lower back.

I pull her back between my body and the pillows at the head of the bed, kissing her mouth softly. My legs are spread, and I lean my head down to kiss her, stroking her face. She returns the kiss briefly, then her mouth stops moving.

‘What about my massage?’ she asks, looking back at me, running a finger along my cheek.

‘I haven’t forgotten,’ I say, reaching over for the oil, which by now has cooled down to a warm temperature. Her head slightly turned, I continue kissing her soft mouth, our tongues lingering and teasing one another. Moving along her jaw, I kiss softly down to her neck. I can feel her begin to relax now, settling against me, against the mattress beneath us. I can feel the small of her back resting against my pussy.

Carefully, while I kiss her, I start to drizzle the oil gently between her breasts. She moans from the warm sensation, feeling it trickle down her cleavage, along her tummy. The fingers of my free hand move across her tummy, smearing the oil, making new intersections as they trace her smooth skin. Her eyes close and her moans deepen as I rub the oil into her skin. I then hold the carafe above her breast, letting the oil fall drop by drop around her erect nipple. Kissing into her neck, I repeat this on her other breast. The heat of the oil and the light scent of sandalwood penetrate her body through my fingertips. My hands run firmly along her sides, up over her breasts. We kiss hard as I knead her flesh with my eager hands. My pussy is starting to get wet from hearing her moan, feeling her body’s reaction to my touch.

I move my body beside hers, my hand caressing her tummy still. My tongue teases the tips of her erect nipples, free of oil. I feel them harden even more at the flickering of my playful tongue. Positioning myself between her legs now, I caress both breasts. Rubbing my cheek along her tummy, I move down. I trace her navel lightly with my fingertip, dipping inside briefly, spilling the tiny pool of oil that has trickled inside. My fingers take this trail and rub it into her hips, along her outer thighs. She is moving up against the pillows of the bed, off to a diagonal, so I may lay comfortably between her legs. 

The oil of my cheeks rubs off on her thighs, which are spreading readily for me. Her gaping pussy is inches from my mouth. The heat from her sex and the oil, combined with their respective scents drives me wild. I am aching to taste her. Her moans and movements are guiding me toward her. My arms and hands, now covered in oil, envelop her thighs as I center my mouth between her legs. As I rub into her outer thighs, the tip of my tongue trails lightly along her tender perineum. My tongue dabbles back and forth, her slick softness growing warmer and wetter with each stroke. 

I look up at her from this wonderful view, and she is staring at me with silent anticipation. Her skin is aglow with the slick patina of the oil, her erect nipples a clear indication of her excitement. I place my hands on her breasts. As she covers them with her long fingers, I part her lips with my tongue. The oil has made her body soft and slick, much like the inside of her hot pussy. My tongue steadily delves deeper into her, my senses blurring in the ecstasy of her taste and the scents of her skin, her sex. My nose nuzzles into her damp pubic hair, tongue curling up into her. She arches her back as I push deeper, curl tighter. Subconsciously I am fucking her to the rhythm of this music, this sensual beat. Our hands and fingers interlock with the flesh of her breasts, my head nodding steadily between her legs as her hips move up into my mouth.

My nose on her clit isn’t enough, as I feel her trying to move down. Placing my hands firmly on her slippery hips, my tongue circles rapidly around her clit. I rub her labia with my chin and lower lip while my tongue lashes at her swollen clit. Her body writhes as she climaxes, her hands gripping the iron headboard through the pillows.

With a loud moan she cums hard into my mouth, her legs locking around my head. My tongue pushes inside softly, remaining to feel her throb and shake in orgasm. Her breathing is audible, her sighs heavy and lustful. I kiss her softly, expecting to curl up against her, feel her body relax.

But she surprises me as she pulls me up to kiss her, almost raking my back with her short nails as she drags my body on top of hers, locking her legs around me. Her oily fingertips run through my hair as we kiss, her lips hungrily sucking mine. She pushes me up and back slightly as she reaches for the oil. 

‘Turn around so I can see you,’ she says softly into my ear.

I turn, my back to her, our figures seen perfectly at this angle in the corner mirror. She pushes my back away from her, and I start to lie down. 

‘No,’ she says. ‘On all fours.’

I smile at her in the mirror, her dark eyes following some intricate plan. A moment later I feel the warm oil along my back. She puts the decanter down and her hands are on me, rubbing into my shoulders, my back, my ass, the backs of my thighs. She gives me a light spank, smiling devilishly at me in the mirror.

At first I giggle, but then moan as her warm hand moves between my legs from behind. She is rubbing my inner thighs, and staring at me in the mirror. The music has picked up pace slightly, and her movements follow. I feel her hand on my now wet pussy…at first applying a light pressure. Then I feel the gentle rubbing of her fingers. Still on all fours, I part my legs as much as I can. Immediately I feel her middle finger part my lips, working its way inside. I moan louder, feeling it enter me. I look at her in the mirror and she is still watching. I feel her index finger join the middle as she penetrates me. Moaning louder, I hold as still as I can while she fucks me faster with these two fingers. Looking back, I see her hand moving rapidly between my legs. I can hear how wet I am by her movements. 

I cry out as she adds a third finger, stretching me with that painful pleasure. My body is moving with her thrusts now, which have become strong and slow. She removes this third finger, still keeping the steady, slow pace with the two inside me. My pussy tightens onto her fingers as she curls them up and into me. In the mirror, she is directly behind me now, and it appears as if she’s really fucking me. As I see this, I feel the climax grow in intensity and her smile broadens. Her dark nipples are still hard, and I think of their feel on my tongue.




Change of Plans



It was my fault. I said I would go, would meet him, and then I did not.

I met him online, I know it sounds so trite, but I did. I thought him fascinating and the things he wrote excited me in ways I had never experienced. I never thought I'd find myself in one of those cyber relationships, but it happened, and I wasn't really sorry. As he pointed out, it was ultimately safe. We could do things I would never ever contemplate in the real world, but in the flickering light of the screen it was magic. He had his flaws, so did I but he was so kind and so supportive, that I thought we had a real friendship if a fragile one. We talked about other things, not just sex, and his distance meant he could be logical and helpful, and I really did value his opinions.

Inevitably, I suppose, we planned to meet. The idea terrified and excited me. I was to fly down. I'd pay my fare, he'd pay my housing while I was there. It came out about the same. I arranged vacation time. So did he. The closer the day came for me to book my tickets, the more scared I got. We'd chat online every night, and make plans, and I got more and more terrified.

Fact is, I'm a prude. Next fact is, I am totally a coward about physical intimacy. I wasn't a particularly popular girl, never was. I had friends and I did okay, but I was not the one guys dreamed of, or asked out or anything. Erick was a big surprise that way, but after all, he only saw what I wrote, he never saw me. We had never exchanged photos. 

He's asked what I looked like, once, and I had answered, pretty honestly really. He'd just typed a laugh and said he was taller.

I wanted to meet him, I wanted to do all the things we'd imagined, but the idea scared me witless. Every day that brought it closer made my feet colder and colder. When I woke in the mornings, I expected to find chicken feathers on my pillow, the ones I was sure I was growing. I didn't know how to tell him I was having second thoughts, much less how to say I was having third, fourth and fifth ones too.

Then the situation was taken from my hands. My mother got sick, really sick. I got caught up in her doctor's appointments and the hospital and rehab. I did not make the reservations. I phoned him, to tell him. We did not call each other often, preferring the written word when we played together. I explained briefly. I did not need to say much, he knew as much about her health as I did.

"I understand," he said. He sounded, clipped, abrupt. I started to apologize but he cut me off. "We will not discuss it."

I was silent, startled by how cold he sounded. But then he began questioning me about Mother's doctor and what had to be done next. I answered him, and we stayed on the line quite a while discussing the possibilities for her. He sounded entirely himself when we hung up, and his momentary coldness faded from my mind.

I sat still for a long time, staring at the phone. I was sorry I could not go, really I was, but I could not deny my overwhelming feeling of relief.

I spent the next day running errands, doing things that Mother would need. It was convenient, my being on vacation. I felt a little self-pity, I could have been off being pampered and adored after all, but then my common sense kicked in; pampered and adored until he got a good look at me and ran screaming. At least I made me laugh.

He wasn't there when I logged in, and I felt let down. I decided to pour myself a small drink and read until I fell asleep. That way I could get up early and do housework and be virtuous. Not much of a trade for a wild vacation, but oh well.

I did wake with the sun. I got up, made coffee, ran the laundry. I was so full of virtue, I even took the clothes outside to the line instead of throwing them in the dryer. I carried the basket back inside, and stood there trying to figure out where to leave it that would be both convenient and out of the way. That was a waste of my time, there was no good place. I dropped the basket on the landing in disgust, then I went back down the stairs to close the door.

I reached out to push the door shut.

A hand shot from behind the door and closed on my wrist. The door itself slammed shut, and I faced a large and clearly irate man. He hauled me close, trapped me against him with one massive arm. He locked the cellar door, latching it one handed, then half-dragged, half-carried me up the stairs.

"Foolish, foolish woman. You CLOSE the door in the city. You LOCK the door when you go inside." He shook me as he snarled into my face, then flung me to the floor. He glared down at me. "You look like hell. Stupid woman." He was big, I know I said that. He was built like a linebacker, wide shouldered, massive, strong, I knew the last from how easily he'd gotten me up the stairs. I am not light. His eyes were shockingly blue, and right now, steely with anger. His dirty blond hair was short, only a little longer than military length. He had moved easily and gracefully, dragging me up here, and I did not think I could simply hit him and knock him down. I also did not think I could just get up and run past him.

I lay on the floor, startled and stunned. I stared as he opened his pants, as he freed himself, already partly erect and hardening as I stared. I started to rise, realizing that I had to do something to save myself. I could not seem to form a coherent thought. I wasn't afraid, not afraid the way I should be. I knew, simply knew I was not in danger of my life. How I knew, I couldn't say, but I did know it.

He reached out, took my head in his hand and pulled me to him. His fingers held my skull easily, the fingers curling around almost to my temples. I could no more break away than I could sprout wings and fly. He lifted, pulling me to my knees before him. He didn't drag me far, just until my mouth was against his now fully rampant shaft. 

"You have a choice, open your mouth willingly, or I make you." He smiled down at me. "I will enjoy either answer."

I opened my mouth to tell him no, but he slid the head into my mouth, then pushed deeper. He filled my mouth, forcing himself deeper. He made a pleased sound as he filled my mouth and his hand tightened on my head.

I choked. He filled my mouth, pushed into my throat. He felt huge, I could not imagine accepting all of him in my mouth.

He chuckled, easing back only a little. "That's right darlin'. Just like you promised."

My brain reeled. Only Erick had ever called me darlin'. But now I knew his voice. I had never seen a picture, but we had spoken once or twice.

He pushed deeper, laughing. "Now she gets it." He almost groaned the last word. He pulled free of my mouth and lifted me. "Which way to the bedroom, darlin'?"



Change of Plans



It was supposed to be a simple plan.

I would drive to my husband's office and surprise him with some champagne and sex. He was working late again, trying to get his project done in time to earn a bonus that we could use for a vacation this summer. Unfortunately with all the extra work he was doing there was very little time for the two of us. Between our two hectic work schedules, we hardly had any time for the sexy kind of fun we had when we were first married. Back then there was nothing we didn't try; role-playing, strip clubs, anal sex, threesomes, (both MFM and FMF), S&M, voyeurism, if you can imagine it we tried it. One of the things that Rich liked most was to show me off. He loved it when I would wear low cut blouses or a short skirt without any panties. The only thing he liked more was when I would actually flash someone. 

So the plan was simple. When Rich called and said he was going to have to work late again I decided that I would sneak over to his office, after everyone had gone, with a bottle of champagne and surprise him by wearing nothing but a set of high heels and a smile. So I showered and did my hair and make-up the way I knew he would like, put on a sexy pair of fuck-me pumps and a trench coat, grabbed the champagne and started the drive to Rich's office.

We live pretty far out in the country and part of the drive goes over a seldom-used road that everyone speeds down, including me. On this particular night there was a State Trooper just waiting for someone to go tearing past. I had no idea I was in trouble until I saw the flashers in my rearview mirror. 

I pulled over to the side of the road with my pulse pounding. I have always had a thing for men in uniform and considering what I was wearing I admit to becoming slightly aroused. I watched in the rearview mirror as the tall, broad shouldered man uncoiled himself from the cruiser. I recognized him immediately. Officer Mark Riggins was the talk of our little town. A know ladies man his reputation as a lover had spread through the towns gossipmongers like wildfire. It was reputed that he had slept with most of the single women and more than a few of the married ones in our little community. Sex appeal just rolled off the man. I had used him as a staring character in some of my own fantasies in the past. 

He strode up to the window and aimed his flashlight down on me. I realized too late that he would have a perfect view down the front of my coat from that angle. It occurred to me that it wouldn't be hard for him to discover that I was nude under the jacket. The thought that this strange man could see me naked made my nipples harden. 

"You seem to be in quite a rush this evening, miss", he said.

"I'm, uh, late for an appointment." I stammered out. His flashlight hadn't moved and I knew that he was trying to check out my tits. Since I was sitting at almost eye level with his crotch I could also see growing evidence that he was enjoying the view. The thought that he liked my body sent little electrical shocks down my spine.

"I don't suppose you had a drink or two before you left? You seemed to be weaving quite a bit back there." He said glancing over at the champagne bottle in the passenger seat.

I tried to explain to him that I hadn't had anything to drink, that the bottle was for later, but he muttered something about everyone saying that and asked me to step out of the car. 

Groaning, I shut the engine off and got out. Getting out of the car I was torn between two emotions. Part of me was indignant at being accused of being a drunk driver and hassled out of my car for everyone and anyone who might drive past to see. On the other hand standing nearly naked in front of a handsome and powerful man was a huge turn-on. My thighs had been getting damper since his first words to me. 

"I am now going to administer the field sobriety test to you miss. Do you have any questions before we begin?" He asked. I shook my head no and he started the exam. 

"First I want you to close your eyes and stand on one foot." I don't know if anyone reading this has ever tried that in high heels, but it isn't easy. I wobbled for a minute before I was able to find my balance. 

"OK. Good. Now, tilt your head back and say the alphabet backwards." As I was tilting my heads back I realized that this would push my breasts out. While before he had a pretty good view of my boobs, now he be able to see almost all of them. Plus the rubbing of my nipples inside the jacket had only served to make them harder and I was sure he could see them outlined through the material. It also occurred to me that with my leg raised any doubts he had about what I was wearing under the coat would be erased. These thoughts sent another flutter of heat all the way through me and another wave of moisture to my pussy. 

"Z...Y...X...U...W..." I started. Right away I knew I had blown it. Nobody can say the damn alphabet backwards. I couldn't get past the first three letters without screwing up.

"OK. That's enough." He said gruffly, "Now I want you to walk ten steps along the white line away from me, then turn and walk ten steps back."

Easy enough, I figured, but walking down a dark road wearing high heels turned out to be trickier than I expected. As I was walking away from him I got the distinct impression that he wasn't paying much attention to where I was stepping, but rather that he was watching my ass. 

I turned to find him leering at me. I tried not to blush as I walked back toward him. I was so focused on not blushing or seeming embarrassed that I wasn't paying attention to where I was stepping, which is how a small rock managed to trip me. I fell forward, right into Officer Riggins arms. For a moment our bodies were pressed up against one another and I could feel his erection against my thigh.

"I'm sorry, miss, but you just failed the test." He said with a smirk, "I am going to have to ask you to assume the position at the front of the car."

My mind went into a whirl. I was going to be arrested for drunk driving. I wasn't even drunk! I hadn't had anything to drink! I was going to be forced into a cell wearing nothing but a trench coat. This was going to cause a scandal in town. What would my husband say? What would my friends say?

I tried to protest but he spun me around and bent me over the hood of the cruiser and for a moment I was pinned between the cold metal of the car and the hard muscles of his chest. I could feel his hard-on throbbing against my ass until he slid his thigh between my legs and forced them apart and he began to pat me down. 

The second he touched me I could feel my whole body flush. His hands were forceful and firm as they slid up arms and across my shoulders. He used one hand to hold my belly as the other ran down my back. From there he moved on to my chest, slipping one hand into my coat and ran his rough calloused hands across my nipples causing them to become as solid as steel. Then his hands slid down my body to my pussy. He quickly slid his finger into my soaking crevice. 

The only response I could give was to push myself back against his body. I wasn't thinking about where I was or what was happening anymore. I was just enjoying the sensation of this man touching me. He began to rub his thumb over my clit as he started to pump his finger in and out of me. I was completely at his mercy in this position and that thought spurned me to climax even sooner than normal. I squealed loudly and thrust my ass against him as I came. It was the hardest I had cum in a long time. I was sure that I had drenched his hand with my juices.

As I came down from my orgasm I realized that I was being led to the back of the squad car. My jacket was completely open now, displaying my body to anyone that happened to drive past but I didn't care. Officer Riggins sat me in the back seat so that I was facing him. 

"Maybe we don't need to take you to the station to give you a Breathalyzer test. Maybe you can take one right here." He said as he unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out. I didn't even think, I just dropped my jaw and sucked the velvety head of his cock into my mouth. I could feel his hands thread their way through my hair as I licked and sucked my way down his shaft. The pulsating of the veins in his cock against my lower lip excited me as I took him all the way into my mouth. I began to work in a bobbing motion, sliding my mouth almost off of his cock, then thrusting forward and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I was enjoying the moans and small grunts he was making each time I sucked him in. 

After only a few moments of this I felt his body stiffen. He used my hair like a leash to hold my head still as he thrust in and out of my eager mouth. Normally I don't like to swallow, but at that moment I wasn't willing to deny him anything. The first ropes of his cum bathed the inside of my mouth, and then he pulled my head back and finished by shooting his load on my face.

As his breathing began to return to normal, grinned down at me and said, "You missed a little." Then he began collecting the cum from my face on his fingers and putting his fingers in my mouth so I could lick them clean.

"Well, miss," he said after a few moments, "I guess I can let you off with a warning tonight, as long as you promise to drive safe."

I nodded slowly, as he let me get up and head back to my car. I climbed in and turned around to go back home. I drove home in a daze. Looking at the dashboard clock, I was astounded to see that the whole event had taken less than a half an hour.

When I got home I decided to just take a shower and forget the whole plan for the evening. By the time I got cleaned up Rich was home anyway.



Change of Plans



On a whim Dottie had decided to accept the invitation and spend the weekend here at this beach front cottage. All the drive down she wondered and wondered if she had made the right decision but kept pushing doubts out her mind until now she was standing on the front porch. 

Inside the house Jeannie watched as the stranger pull up in the driveway then get of her car and was now standing on the front porch. When the doorbell chimed she jumped a little as it invaded her thoughts. Moving to open the door, she moved with it so that she positioned herself behind the big oak door. 

"Gene?" Dottie called out looking into and empty hallway.

"Actually, my name is Jeannie, my husband is Gene."

Dottie jumped as if electricity coursed thru her body at the sound of a female voice stating who she is. Her body frozen she saw the lady come from behind the front door and stand across the threshold in front of her.

"You must be Dottie, as I said I am Jeannie. Would you like to come inside and put your bags away and sit down, I know you are probably tired from the drive over."

Dottie watched as Jeannie turned around and headed down the hall leaving her alone on the front porch to sort her thoughts. 

"Come on in, I promise I won't bite. Besides I am sure you are curious about what I am doing here and not my husband. You can put your bags in the kid's room, first door on the right then come in here to the kitchen and I can fix you a drink if you want." 

Dottie picked up her bag and moved into the house going to the appointed room and set her bag on one of the beds in the room. Quietly she walked across the hall and stood in the kitchen watching as Jeannie made herself a drink.

"Have a seat at the table. Can I fix you a coke or tea or would you like something a little stronger maybe?"

"Coke will be fine thank you" she said while pulling out a chair to sit in. Jeannie brought the glasses to the table and sat down across from her. 

"Still in shock?"

"Just a little bit, something I didn't expect that is for sure."

"I can tell you what is going on here and hope you will hear it all out." Dottie nodded her agreement as she took a drink of Coke. 

"Well, I take that you have met and got to know my husband Gene online. We have been married for almost 8 years now and have three great kids. I don't know if he told you this but this house actually belongs to his sister and her family and they will be down here Monday to spend the week before their kids start school next week. Normally we usually come down together and get it all cleaned up and ready for them but this time he said he wanted to come by himself. I was fine with that idea since he never has given me reason to be suspicious of him. Earlier this week I went to sign on and when I did I was in a hurry and not paying attention and it came on under his name instead of mine. Before I could sign off of his name a message appeared from your screen name saying you had decided to meet him here this weekend but was going to be away from your home with work and would just come from there. Needless to say I had reason to be suspicious then. After deleting your message I swapped over to my name as if everything was normal, never telling him about it. I believe this was on a Wednesday so Thursday I called his boss who happened to owe me a favor because I had set him up with the lady he was seeing at the time and asked for a return favor, to have Gene work this weekend. I told him that under no uncertain terms was he to let him off and I really needed this. Of course he asked no questions and said that for me not to worry and he would take care of it." Pausing she took a drink of her sweet tea and looked over to gauge Dottie's reaction so far. "That day when he came in from work it looked like his world had just come undone and when I asked him what happened he said that he was going to have to work this weekend because all the other guys were going to be out of town cause on some training over the weekend. Of course I offered to come down and take care of all this for him. He really didn't want me to but there was not much he could do so that night I called my sister and his and set up for the kids to spend the weekend with cousins so they wouldn't be a problem if he got called out. So, here I am and I am curious to why you are here." Sitting back in the chair Jeannie took a long drink and waited on Dottie, not rushing her.

Dottie sat there staring at her drink wondering what in the world to do. She knew that this weekend was going to be a chance for her to unwind, and that Gene had said he would be busy and she would be able to do as she wanted while she was at the beach house. Even though it sounds innocent enough she knew it was not too believable. Taking a deep breath she started with her side.

"I know that no matter what I say or how it sounds it will be hard to believe for you. I had been talking with Gene about how work has been dragging me down and I have had very little free time lately to enjoy anything at all and he offered for me to come and stay here this weekend. I was going to do all the cleaning inside the house while he worked around outside and in the yard. He told me that there were several good little strip malls here with outlet stores that I could find some good bargains in. As hard as it may be to believe, sex was never part of the weekend for either of us. Gene was just lending a hand to me to keep me from burning out as he put it. That is the truth with no kind of spin on it, crazy as it may seem."

"Actually that sounds like Gene, always looking out for others over himself. He is right; there are a lot of good shops in town. If you don't mind the change in company you are more than welcomed to stay here. We could both work on the house tonight and go into town tomorrow and hit some of those stores."

After a minute of thought and realizing that she was welcomed here Dottie said that she would be glad to stay around if Jeannie was sure she didn't mind. Jeannie said that was fine by her and stood up.

"Come on and let's get started." 

For the next couple of hours both ladies talked and warmed up to each other while getting the house in order for the family coming down later. Together they stripped beds and put on fresh linens, gathered up dirty towels and got them washing, filling up ice trays and making up pictures of tea and kool-aid. In the kids bedroom where they had their stuff Jeannie said to wait and they would take care of those Sunday morning and would be sleeping in those beds tonight and tomorrow night. Give out around midnight Jeannie told Dottie it was time to knock off, they had done all they could. She walked into the kitchen with Dottie following and this time when she offered her a wine cooler Dottie accepted it. From there they moved into the den and sat on each end of the long sofa and relaxed, feet propped up on the coffee table in front of them. With little chit chat other than muffled yawns after they finished the coolers both decided they were ready for bed. 

"You can use the bathroom across the hall to get ready and I will go down to the master bedroom and use that one." Jeannie disappeared down the hall with a small bag and robe leaving Dottie alone for the first time since coming across the threshold earlier. 

Digging in her bag Dottie pulls out her old red and black plaid sleep gown and her make up bad and headed across the hall to the bathroom. After brushing her teeth she brushes out her hair and pulls it back into a ponytail. As the same as most other nights she now scrubs her face and rinses it clean. Wearily she starts to undress out of the clothes she has been in all day. She uses the rag and washes off the rest of her body before slipping on her gown along with the matching panties she had packed. Gathering up all her stuff she headed back to the bedroom and put away her make up bag and put the dirty clothes into a bag she had packed for that. Turning down the cover on the bed to the left of the room she jumped when Jeannie spoke.

"Well, I can see that you were not planning on seducing Gene wearing that" Jeannie teased her laughing. 

"That was never any intention I assure you" Dottie said defensively.

"Is that what you wear at home too?"

"Yeah, pretty much so."

"Girl, I am going to take you shopping for sure tomorrow and will find something that might help get some zip back in your bedroom if you would be up for that."

Dottie thought about the offer she figure that something new and different might help her feel better for herself while she climbed in the bed between the cool sheets. Turning to tell Jeannie that she would be up for a change she could only stare slack jawed at her. 

"What is something wrong?" Jeannie looked around the room then at her and laughed at what had left Dottie speechless. "I am sorry; I guess I should have said something first but I usually sleep in the nude. If that is a problem I might be able to manage to find a light t-shirt to sleep in."

"No, no that is fine, just caught me off guard to turn over and see you naked turning down your covers" Dottie laughed lightly. "Anyway, I was going to say that yeah I would like to shop for something a little more, how you would say it, racy for the bedroom."

"Great, don't worry about a thing I know all the shops and can take you to just the right ones" Jeannie said as she climbed in her bed and pulled the sheets up to her shoulders and curled up. Both ladies tired from their busy evening were asleep in minutes.

Early the next morning the sun shone thru the sheer curtain panels and warmed Dottie's face rousing her from such a deep slumber. Opening her eyes then rubbing them she looked around her for a moment, forgetting where she was. When she turned to get out of the bed she sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her arms and legs. This time when she looked about she say Jeannie asleep still in the other bed with the sheet pulled down around her waist now exposing her breast as she slept on her side facing Dottie. As Dottie was looking she could tell that Jeannie too was stretching out and waking up also. Sitting up on one elbow she yawned and then looked over at Dottie and smiled a friendly smile.

"Morning, ready to get the day started?"

"Guess so, even though for a kids bed this in one of the most comfortable beds I have slept on in ages" Dottie said stretching again. Both ladies got up, Jeannie slipping on her thin robe, and headed off to the kitchen Dottie started making a pot of coffee while Jeannie buttered up some toast as it popped out of the toaster oven. They sat in silence while enjoying the coffee and toast. 

"Come on and lets get started" Jeannie said grabbing Dottie's hand and pulling her up and heading to the bedroom to get ready. 

As Jeannie started to get dressed Dottie said that she wanted to get a quick shower and grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. Standing under the hot spray of the shower she couldn't help but think of how bad this could have been but in turn it seems like it will work out for the good. For the first time she thought of her husband Pete, she had not really said much about him to Jeannie and Jeannie did not pry. She had told him she was taking off this weekend and was going to get away to recharge her batteries and he wished her the best when she left. She thought they were happy together but things had gotten stale and she didn't know what to do to shake things up, maybe she could talk with Jeannie about that tonight and get some ideas. Just as she shut the water off Jeannie stuck her head in the bathroom and told her to get her butt in gear so they could get in town before the tourist crowd hit. Smiling she dried off quickly and dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and an orange tank top and slipped on her sandals. Dressed and ready she went off to find where Jeannie had gone to.

After not finding her in the house she decided to look out on the back patio that overlooked a bay to the ocean. Jeannie sat out on the deck stretched out in reclined chair soaking up some sun. She was wearing a multi colored summer dress that was pulled up high exposing her thighs. Dottie opened the sliding door to join her and Jeannie turned and saw her, swinging around and hopping up to her feet telling Dottie to just stay there she was coming. 

"Up for a walk?

"Sure, it is a gorgeous day for it."

The short walk into town passed quickly as Jeannie told Dottie of the shops she had in mind to go to. In and out of different shops they went, making purchases at some, just looking at others. Before lunch they entered a store that was called the Vault which reminded Dottie of a Victoria's Secret but with more stuff in it than just clothes. A lot of this stuff should be in a back room somewhere she thought to herself while she looked around. Looking over a rack of barely there garments Dottie glanced around the store but didn't see Jeannie to ask her opinion on a piece or two. After picking up three different garments she found a dark green satin nighty she liked and was holding it up to her when Jeannie walked up behind her. 

"That would definitely look good on you with your light complexion and dark hair."

Blushing, Dottie thanked her and added it with the ones she had already picked out. She felt Jeannie lean in close to her as she whispered, "I hope I get to see you model all that tonight. If you show me yours I will show you mine" Jeannie said with a laugh that caused Dottie to blush and her nipples to stiffen. 

Jeannie held up a couple of racks that held little more than patches of material. Heading off to the check outs Dottie thought she could notice a different bag that Jeannie was carrying. Before Dottie could ask about it Jeannie told her to come on and let's go get something to eat.

They went to a restaurant on the shore and sat out on the patio in the warm sun talking while they waited for their food to be brought out to them. They each had a grilled chicken salad and washed it down with sweet tea. After sitting in the sun and salty breeze relaxing they got up and paid the tab and hit the stores again. 

"Come on" Jeannie said taking Dottie's arm, "let's get on back to the house and put this stuff up and relax. After lunch is when these sidewalks will fill up with tourist."

After putting away their purchased they meet up in the kitchen and Jeannie digs out a blender and tells Dottie that she is going to whip up some margaritas for them to enjoy. While Jeannie chopped up strawberries for her drinks she loaded the blender with everything for a regular one for Dottie. Jeannie filled an oversized glass with the frozen drink. Next she blended hers with the strawberries and poured it into a big glass for herself. Dottie followed Jeannie as she headed out on the back porch. Both ladies enjoyed the late afternoon warmth while talking. 

"Can I ask you something?"

Dottie had a feeling on what this question might be and took a long drink of courage before tell her to go ahead and ask away. 

"Are you not happy with your husband?"

"Wow, you go deep right off the bat huh" Dottie said with a nervous laugh. "I wouldn't say that I am not happy with my husband, it is more I am not happy with us. I love him a lot but things have gone stale between us, like the fire is gone. That was my whole reason for coming here, to get a fresh perspective on my life and see if could find away to salvage our marriage at the same time. Gene said we could talk and he would be open and honest and that nothing had to happen and I believed him. I thought it could do me good to get another mans take on some of my gripes and problems with Pete."

"So would you have slept with Gene?"

Dottie had been expecting this but still knocked her for a loop. Taking another big drink for courage she thought of the answer. 

"I did not intend to, but I knew it would be hard to resist the temptation if it was given to me."

"I can believe you and also understand where you are coming from since have been in the same rut myself. Guess that is how it goes and sometimes got to find something to put the spark back in that fire. Besides, you are a very pretty woman and knowing Gene he would have been hard pressed not to put his hands on you" Jeannie said before taking a drink.

Dottie wasn't sure how to digest what she had been told as she sat and watched the sun begin to sink behind the far away coastline. In an odd way it seems as if Jeannie had been in the same boat as she but things were so good between her and Gene she didn't know what to think. The most puzzling part was at times some of the things she had said and the way Jeannie touched Dottie it reminded her of flirting. A blush crept over Dottie's cheeks thinking about flirting. 

"That must be a pretty good thought you are having there, want to share?"

Dottie jumped a little and turned to see Jeannie facing her while looking over the top of her sunglasses and she just blushed more.

Jeannie smiled then stood up and went inside and came back out with a refill and pouring more into Dottie's before she could argue. 

"I swear you are trying to get me drunk Jeannie."

"Don't worry I promise to take good care of you and besides, this will help you relax for the modeling show later on. Ready to head back inside since the sun is gone now?"

Grabbing their glasses they get up and make their way back into the home where it is dark with the setting sun and no lights on. They each settle down on to the couch again and get cozy in the dim light. 

"Want to watch some TV."

"Not unless there is something in particular you want to watch, I am enjoying not watching anything on the boob tube myself."

"Sounds good to me, let me turn the radio on and find a good station and we can start the modeling show. I could give you my opinion or maybe act how your man will react to see you wearing them."

"Well that should be pretty easy for you, just sit there and act uninterested and will be perfect" Dottie said quietly looking at her half empty glass.

"Nonsense! Besides you should know by now that quiet is something I am not good at being" Jeannie said laughing. "Now go and get changed into something and come out here modeling."

Leaving her comfy spot on the couch Dottie got up and went off into the bedroom and brought out her bags of new purchases and took of her clothes and gave her body a quick look of appraisal noticing a slight glow from the alcohol. The first outfit she choose was an emerald green silk nighty with matching thongs. The top had sewn in cups that pushed her breast up and together showing off more of her cleavage than she knew she had. Shyly she walked out across the hall into the den. The sound of Jeannie whistling and clapping made her look up from the floor and smile. 

"You look lovely Dottie. That color brings out the lightness of your yes and your creamy white complexion."

Slowly Dottie turned around to show off all sides. The panties were tight and French cut, high on her thighs. 

"That is a beautiful outfit, if your husband doesn't like you can wear it for me anytime" Jeannie said with a wink. "Now it is my turn, sit back and relax and I will be out in a minute or two."

Dottie sat on the couch with her feet tucked under her pondering Jeannie's last remark. Even though she had never been with a woman before it seems as if she was picking up vibes from Jeannie and couldn't help but know she was flirting with her. Lost in thought Dottie didn't hear when Jeannie came back into the room. 

"Well, what do you think?"

Dottie looked up in front of her to find Jeannie standing there wearing a pink lace teddy that left very little to the imagination. 

"Oh my! That is very revealing isn't it? You actually wear that for Gene? I don't think I could for Pete, I would be afraid he would not like it."




Change of Plans



"All I know is if he didn't like it something is wrong with him. Gene loves it when I wear stuff like this to bed, even if I don't stay in it long. Look here," Jeannie said reaching up and pulling on the tiny bows on her shoulder and the straps fell loose and exposed her breast. Taking each strap she pulled them back up and covered herself saying to Dottie "easy access and it even snaps in the middle of the crotch. Gene likes that cause then I can leave it on while we make love."

When Jeannie went to refasten the teddy the material pulled tight across her chest and her hard nipples poked out against the thin material. Dottie watched not able to take her eyes off of Jeannie's aroused body. 

"Ok, your turn again."

This time Dottie picked out a deep blue lace teddy with black satin material along the edges for trim. It also had a deep open back that she didn't realize but it went to just above her bottom. The lace pulled tight across her breast and she noticed her own nipples stood out tight against the material. Seeing how little the outfit covered her as she turned in the mirror she was glad she did a quick trim and shave in the shower this morning. Taking a deep breath she headed across the dark hall into the living room.

This time as she walked into the dimly lit room she was met by whistling and clapping from Jeannie. Smiling she grew more confident in herself as she sashayed into the room then turned around and walked back and forth in front of the couch and her audience of one. It made her feel good for Jeannie to give such a positive response. Done she moved and sat down beside Jeannie on the couch.

"I tell you what Dottie, if Pete doesn't attack you when you come in wearing a hot number like that you may as well check him into a morgue somewhere" Jeannie said laughing. "Ok, now my turn again, don't go anywhere." With that Jeannie moved to get up off the couch and when she did she put a hand high on Dottie's thigh to help push herself up off the couch.

Dottie couldn't help but notice the warmth she felt from Jeannie's touch. Absent mindedly she rubbed the spot that Jeannie's hand had been on as she thought about some of the comments that Jeannie had made thru the night. Her hand drifted upward as all kinds of thoughts ran thru her mind. The sound of approaching footfalls brought her out of her trance and she looked up to see Jeannie standing there in the doorway. 

"Wow" Dottie whispered. Jeannie now stood just in front of her wearing a red baby doll with white lace across the top and bottom edges. In the dim light this material was still transparent and Dottie couldn't help but linger on Jeannie's hard nipples and the dark circles surrounding them. Finally looking down she saw that across the bottom was as easily transparent and could see that her friend liked to shave all the way. Jeannie was also wearing white thigh high lace stockings with garter bands and stood tall in white heels. 

"You look incredible Jeannie. I only wish I could look that good in something so sexy."

"You can, go and look on my bed and you will find what I have laid out for you to wear next." After a final spin Jeannie came and sat very close to Dottie on the couch, her leg rubbing light against Dottie's bare one. "Get up and go" Jeannie told her. Rising up off the couch Dottie felt her friends hand on her bottom, giving her a push up off the couch. As Dottie walked out of the room she felt brave and looked over her shoulder as she paused in the door and gave her butt a little extra shake before laughing and walking on out of the living room. 

Dottie found the outfit lay out like said and gaze at it for a moment. Where Jeannie's was red with white trim this one was purple with black trim. There was even black stocking and a pair of black heels set out for her. Smiling she quickly disrobed and put her teddy up back in the bag. Gingerly she stepped into the new one and pulled it up slipping her arms thru the holes for them. Looking in the mirror she could see that even with the lace being black it was still easy to see thru and her hard nipples were pressing hard against the thin material. Sitting on the edge of the bed she slipped on the stockings and then slid her feet into the modest heels. Since it had been a while since she had worn any kind of heels she took a moment or two to walk around the bedroom and get use to them before heading across the hall. Taking one last lingering look in the mirror she smiled as she realized she could still look this good. 

"Damn, you look incredible." Dottie jumped at the sound of Jeannie's husky voice. Turning she found her in the door way looking her over from head to toe. 

"Do you really think so? It has been so long since I felt this sexy in something and only wish someone at home would be as appreciative of it as you are."

"I tell you what, I will go and sit back down and you come in the living room like I am Pete and you want to get my attention. I promise you that you won't be disappointed this time."

Jeannie turned to walk back across the hall leaving Dottie standing there trying to digest it all. The husky tone in Jeanie's voice sent shivers thru her body and made her even more aroused. Confident and ready, she took off slowly across the hall to where her friend was waiting, it was time to impress. 

When she first walked in she saw that Jeannie had turned on the TV. and was sitting on the couch with her feet kicked up on the coffee table. She couldn't help but smile even bigger cause she hit just how she would find her husband most the time. Slowly she walks into the room and stands at the end of the sofa.

"Would you like something to drink or eat, or maybe see something else you would like to have" Dottie purred in her sexiest bedroom voice. Jeannie never looked her way, kept her attention glued to the TV. in front of her. Playing hardball huh Dottie thought. Walking behind the couch Dottie began rubbing Jeannie's shoulder and bent down next to her ear and whispered, "I am sure you can find something a lot better than what is on that television set to keep you occupied. I promise you can even put your hands on it" she said huskily. Still nothing. Standing up she ran her fingers thru her hair to feather it out and adjusted the straps on her bra, pulling them a little tighter and pushing her breast together and up. Also she pulled her stockings up high and tight and smoothed them out over her legs. Time for the heavy artillery she thought to herself. Walking around the couch on steady feet she stood in front of the TV. and with and exaggerated bow she bent over to turn off the television set. Looking back over her shoulder to see how Jeannie was reacting now and secretly hoped that she would not find her still sitting on the couch like Jeff would be. Before she could look around she felt Jeannie pressing against her backside and massaging her ass. Even though she knew it was another woman touching her and not her husband he became even more aroused and grew wet. 

"I believe that you want to get my attention don't you Dottie" Jeannie said in a fake male voice. "You have gone and done it now by turning off the TV, now you will have all my attention." Dottie felt Jeannie's hand begin to run along the lace edge of her teddy along her left leg and stood straight up. When she did she could feel Jeannie pressed up close to her back. 

"To be honest, I have not taken my eyes off of you since you came into the room. I wanted to see how far you would go to have my attention. Now you have my sole attention" Jeannie whispered so near Dottie's ear that she got shivers from feeling her hot breath against her own neck and ear. 

Jeannie's hands moved to the front of Dottie's body and rubbed softly on her stomach. It felt like Dottie had hundreds of butterflies in her stomach everywhere Jeannie touched her. When Jeannie's lips touched her neck Dottie's legs almost gave out from under her but Jeannie held her tight against her to steady her. Jeannie was now kissing up Dottie's neck from her shoulder, moving higher until Dottie felt Jeannie's tongue caressing the bottom of her ear lobe and tracing her gold hoop earring. Dottie let out a moan as Jeannie sucked and nibbled at her earlobe and neck while her hands cupped Dottie's round breast thru the thin material of the teddy. Dottie's whole body was on fire and her nipples were hard pebbles as she felt Jeannie's hand pass back and forth over them. Pausing sometimes she rolled them between her finger and thumb, lightly pinching them. Although Dottie's mind was telling this was all wrong her body was telling her it was right. Jeannie's hands ran down along Dottie's sides and felt along the lace edge of her teddy. Instinctively she backed up, pushing her ass against Jeannie. Jeannie moved her hands to the front of Dottie's body now and had them lightly rubbing over her pussy, barely grazing it. Jeannie could feel Dottie's heat thru the thin material in the crotch and when she pressed harder felt moisture spreading in the thin material. 

"This is wrong" Dottie protested meekly, "I have never been with another woman before."

"Tell me Dottie, does this feel wrong to you" Jeannie asked almost in a purr as she slid her hand underneath the teddy and touched Dottie's wet sex. "Tell me do you really want to stop now?"

Dottie's body shuttered at Jeannie's touch and she moaned loudly. Jeannie now had one hand under the teddy running her fingers up and down along her wet slit while the other massaged from one breast to the other. 

"Now that you got my attention and now it seems I have yours also lets enjoy ourselves." Dottie brought up both hands and slowly started pushing the shoulder straps down off of Dottie's shoulders. As she pushed it off one shoulder she would kiss her shoulder along the way. Both straps fell off Dottie's shoulders causing the teddy to just hang loosely on her breast. Jeannie moved her hands around and slowly pulled the teddy down until Dottie's breast were free and in the cool night air. 

"Lick my fingers and get them wet" Jeannie told Dottie as she placed some fingers against Dottie's lips. Jeannie opened her lips and began to suck and lick the finger tips leaving them with a coating of saliva. Jeannie took her fingers and ran them along Dottie's hard nipples getting them wet and making them harder in the cool air. 

"Oh God that feels so good" Dottie moaned reaching behind and touching Jeannie for the first time, letting her fingers run along Jeannie's arms. 

After toying with Dottie's nipples she moved down and started pushing the teddy the rest of the way down and it fell to the floor pooling at her feet. 

"Turn around and face me Dottie, let me see you."

Doing as she was told Dottie turned to face Jeannie. She went to step out of her heels but Jeannie stopped her saying that she wanted her to leave them on that they made her look very sexy. Blushing Dottie stood tall and proud as Jeannie eyed her body. Jeannie began lightly touching Dottie on different parts of her body, first on the stomach, then her face, down her neck to her full tits and across her very aroused nipples. Looking Dottie in the eye Jeannie let her fingers trail down across her stomach thru her thin patch of hair and lightly rubbed her puffy wet lips. Jeannie enjoyed seeing how Dottie's body reacted to her touch. Dottie's eyes glazed over and her mouth hung open and Jeanne moved her fingers up and down along those soft wet lips. When Jeannie cupped her sex and slipped her middle finger inside Dottie almost came right then. Dottie could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as her friend slowly worked a finger in and out of her slowly. Jeannie could tell Dottie was on edge and used her thumb to massage Dottie's clit too with her own juices. This put Dottie over the edge she was on.

"Oh yes, don't stop! Yes, yes!" Dottie's head rolled back and she grabbed a hold of Jeannie's shoulder and her powerful orgasm swept over her. Her pussy clinched and milked at Jeannie's finger and when Jeannie bent down and sucked in her nipple it sent Dottie right back to the edge and over again. Jeannie could tell that Dottie was very sensitive right now and eased up on her friend. Slowly she withdrew her finger and stood up straight looking at Dottie's flushed face and chest. Silently she moved her hands up and pushed the straps to her own teddy off of her shoulders and then pushed it own down and stepped out of it. They stood facing each other naked except for stockings and heels.

"You can touch me if you want, if not I understand" Jeannie said as she stepped in close to Dottie.

"To be honest, touching you is not what I have thought of doing" Dottie replied but before Jeannie could react Dottie leaned in and kissed Jeannie on the lips. Jeannie was surprised at first but then happy and eagerly returned Dottie's shy kisses with more passion, letting her tongue trace along the soft edges of Dottie's lips. Growing comfortable Dottie was the first to slip her tongue out and it was greeted by Jeannie opening her lips and sucking in Dottie's tongue before letting her own tangle with Dottie's. Jeannie reached around and cupped Dottie's ass and pulled her close to her. It felt good to have her body pressed against her while they kissed. Jeannie smiled as she felt Dottie's hands begin to explore her body as well. Jeannie's nipple stiffened and pressed against Dottie's. She could feel her own heat radiating from between her legs and spreading. 

"Come on" Jeannie said slipping away from Dottie "lets go and get on a bed and be more comfortable." She took Dottie's hand and kissed it softly then headed across the hall and chooses to lie on the bed she had slept on. Jeannie laid down on the bed first and stretched out, kicking off her shoes but staying in the stockings. Dottie just looked down and Jeannie's stretched out body admiring her beauty for a moment then she too stepped out of her heels and joined Jeannie in the small bed. Needless to say they were close to each other on the twin size mattress. At first Dottie just started out letting her fingers explore Jeannie's body some more feeling along her face, shoulders, down her arm and across her breast. This was the first time she had felt another woman nipple and took the time to do so. Satisfied she moved on, tracing circles down Jeannie's belly and moving across her thick bush. As she moved down further she found out that Jeannie too was shaved along her lips and above the clit. Jeannie could actually feel the warmth from her friend's sex as she let her finger drift down across it. Like hers, Jeannie was very wet and aroused and Dottie's fingers glided along the excited lips. Her middle finger split the lips and moved up and down between them and when she came back up she rubbed Jeannie's throbbing clit as it peeked from under its hood. Knowing what she liked she rubbed back and forth across the clit applying steady pressure with her long finger as she pulled the hood back exposing it more with her other fingers. Jeannie began to move her hips up and down to Dottie's touch and was softly moaning.

"Oh yes Dottie that feels so good."

Shifting on the bed she moved her other hand so she could keep rubbing Jeannie's clit and then dropped the other one and slowly moved her finger up and down the wet slit until she slowly slipped inside of her friend's wet box. Dottie was touching her friend how she knew she liked to be touched, what made her feel good. As she used two fingers to rub and push on Jeannie's swollen clit she slowly worked her finger in and out between those slick lips. When Jeannie began to move against her fingers Dottie easily slid a second finger inside feeling Jeannie's grip get tighter. Jeannie was moaning loudly now and her hips moved faster as Dottie set to match the pace with her exploring fingers. 

"Oh Dottie, I am fixing to cum" Jeannie moaned as her legs grew stiff with her butt thrust up in the air taking in Jeannie's fingers as far as she pushed them. Jeannie got louder as her orgasm rose and Dottie covered her mouth with hers. Immediately Jeannie's tongue was rolling and dancing with Dottie's as her body shook in pleasurable bliss. Dottie could feel her friends snatch pulsing and throbbing around her fingers until finally as the wave passed Jeannie relaxed her body and her raised hips fell back to the bed. 

"That was wonderful" Jeannie murmured between kisses.

"I am just glad I made you feel good. There is no way for me to describe how I felt when you pleasured me."

"It can get better though I promise you Dottie" Jeannie said as she pushed Dottie over so she was lying on her back again. Slowly Jeannie kissed her way down Dottie's body. Kissing and sucking and licking across her breast and teasing her nipples then moving down across her tummy. Dottie got goose pimples all over her body enjoying the way Jeannie's lips and hair felt along her skin. When Jeannie got down so that she was right above her friends pussy she just held herself there a moment, breathing and blowing over the glistening wet lips in front of her. Dottie was moaning and moving, wanting Jeannie to touch her again, to taste her. Dottie got what she wanted. Jeannie rolled out her tongue and started at the bottom of those puffy lips and slowly worked her way up, parting the lips and moving up across Dottie's throbbing clit. Dottie began to massage her own breast as Jeannie's tongue explored her pussy, driving her crazy in pleasure. Slowly Jeannie licked all around that wet pussy, up and down between those lips and flickering across the hard clit. Dottie's body arched up and her nipples throbbed as she enjoyed this new pleasure. Her voice was high and quick as her breath as she enjoyed Jeannie's oral love making to her pussy. She could feel the waves of pleasure spreading from her belly down to her cunt. Her toes curl, she moans loudly, calling out to Jeannie, pleading for her to never stop. With one last flick of the tongue Dottie cums. A powerful orgasm leaves her limp as Jeannie sucks up all of Dottie's cum juice that flows from within her pulsing cunt. Dottie's body quakes one last time and Jeannie can feel the throbbing dwindle from the clit she was licking and sucking on now. Slowly she starts to kiss her back up Dottie's body. 

"Was that better" Jeannie asks kissing Dottie lightly on the neck and the ear.

"I don't think I can describe how that felt" Dottie says still catching her breath, her arms wrapped around Jeannie. Jeannie shifts a little and is now face to face with Dottie and slowly lowers her head to kiss Dottie's soft lips. Dottie opens her mouth to the taste of herself, even running her tongue along Jeannie's lips to taste all she can. Her hands have come and are now cupping Jeannie's full breast, teasing those hard nipples with her soft fingertips. Parting a little from Jeannie Dottie whispers, "I want to taste you now."

"Are you sure? You know that if you don't want to you don't have to" and Dottie hushed her by pulling her back in for another kiss. 

Jeannie scooted over to one side of the small bed so that Dottie could roll the other way giving her room to lie on her back. Before she was settled in good she could feel Dottie sucking on her breast again, teasing her hard nips with her tongue. She felt Dottie's tongue leave a trail of moisture on her bare skin as she moved down. The bed shifting she knew that Dottie was planting herself between her spread legs. 

At first Dottie wasn't sure about what to do and just looked down at her friends exposed pussy. She could see the moisture clingy to those sexy thin lips and could smell the scent of arousal. First Dottie starts by kissing the inside of Jeannie's left thigh and then turns to kiss the right one. She does this moving closer and closer to her goal each time till finally, the next kiss will be on her friend's clit. A short pause and she does it, bending down she plants her lips around Jeannie's clit and holds it, feeling the pulse of excitement in it. Slowly she moves her tongue into action and lets it roll around the clit. Opening her mouth more her tongue can explore more now and she lets it drift downward. Dottie can feel Jeannie's slickness on her tongue now and takes her first taste of another woman. It is kind of sweet and light, smooth and she knows she wants more. Hungrily her she moves her tongue up and down along those wet lips and even pushes it between them, curling it and scooping out more sweet nectar. She can feel Jeannie's hands in her hair and hear soft moans while she slowly explores the new territory. Enjoying this all she gets more into it, running up tongue up and down, flicking it across Jeannie's hard clit as it peeks from under its hood. Faster and faster she licks, taking long strokes as her friend begins to pump her hips. Jeannie has a tight grip to some of Dottie's hair keeping her pulled tight. Changing it up some Dottie moves up and sucks Jeannie's clit in her mouth and holds it, rubbing her tongue all over it. This gets Jeannie going good and she starts moaning louder. Holding on Dottie moves her tongue up and down and then side to side as fast as her tongue can work. She barely hears Jeannie moaning and saying she is going to cum as she sucks and lick with all her might. Then it happens. Jeannie's body goes rigid again and she can feel the strong pulse beneath her tongue. At the peak she opens her mouth and covers all of Jeannie that she can and she can feel Jeannie's cum juice squirting out against her roving tongue. There is too much for her to handle at first and she feels it running down her chin as she licks and slurps up all she can. Spent now Jeannie's body seems to just go limp and she climbs up her friend's body and lays half on her and half on the bed, her legs open with Jeannie's between them.




Change of Plans



"That was absolutely amazing" Jeannie said as she was still catching her breath." are you sure you have never done this before?"

"Positive" Dottie answered giggling "and I hope this won't be the last time either now."

Jeannie held Dottie to her and Dottie laid her head on Jeannie's breast. They each lay in the silence for a few minutes letting their bodies attempt to return from such a fevered pitch. Jeannie shifts from underneath Dottie and lies on her side facing Dottie. Laying in the moonlight gazing at each other their eyes grew heavy and fatigue from activities caught up with them. Hugging each other tightly they drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning Jeannie woke to find she was in the bed alone but could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Getting up from the bed she went to the other bathroom and used the toilet then came back to where Dottie was still in the shower. Pulling back the curtain she started to join her in the shower.

"Not trying to wash away what happened last night are you?"

"No, never. Just knew I needed to get cleaned up before heading back home today."

"I see" Jeannie said as she ran her hands along Dottie's soapy body. She reached up and cupped her breast and toyed with her nipples between soapy fingers. Dottie just moaned and stood with her back to the wall. Jeannie started moving her hand down towards Dottie's pussy leaving a trail of soap suds as she went. Gently she started rubbing up and down along Dottie's lips. "I hope I can help you clean up then" she says while slipping a finger inside. 

"Oh yes you can, and I do believe I need to help you clean up too" Dottie said squirting some soap into her hand and rubbing them together to make a later and then she too toyed with Jeannie's breast before moving down to rug her friends pussy. "Needs a good thorough cleaning" she said huskily as she rubbed Jeannie's clit. They stood just out to the shower spray rubbing their lathered up bodies together while their hands rubbed excited pussies. Breaths came quicker and tits were thrust out as the heat grew and orgasm approached. Dottie was the first to cum, her pussy clenching at Jeannie's finger while the palm of Jeannie's hand rubbed her clit. Not stopping she kept up her assault on Jeannie's clit until she felt it throb hard and then she slipped a finger in between those smooth lips and worked it in and out a few times. That drove Jeannie over the edge and she slumped against Dottie while pleasure coursed thru her body. They each withdrew their hands and went back to rubbing the perfumed liquid soap on each others body. 

"I guess now we have come clean" Dottie said jokingly. 

"I do believe we did" Jeannie answered hugging Dottie close to her. 

After the shower they dressed and changed the bed sheets on both twin beds and put them in the washer. Going thru the house they straightened up anything they saw that needed it until it was time for Dottie to leave. 

"You know, this weekend has gone nothing like I had planned in my mind. In fact it has gone way better" she said lightly kissing Jeannie on the lips. "One thing I can say, I don't think I would have slept with Gene, but I am oh so glad to have shared the experience that we have had."

"I can agree with you on it being one heck of an experience, it will be something I won't forget. Take care of yourself and when I get back home I will send you and email to let you know my screen name and all so we can stay in touch and feel free to keep talking to Gene."

"What about this, what are you going to tell him?"

"Well, I think what I am going to do is just tell him that I enjoyed the weekend to myself."

"So you aren't going to tell him about us?"

"Not unless you want me to, do you?"

"At this moment no, as wonderful as it has been I still need a little time to think. Maybe one day down the road. One thing you have taught me is I need to try a little harder myself, to be more assertive. So tonight, I believe I will dress in one our purchases and try to light a spark in Pete. If it doesn't work, I might be coming back here sometime soon for a refresher course."

"I would be happy to come back and meet you here anytime you feel like you need to get freshened up. Never know, maybe one time might bring Gene too, be good to have a man's point of view don't you think?

"Good point, as you said we can cross that bridge later." Dottie gets her suitcase and heads out to the car to load it up. Before getting in she turned to Jeannie and held her friend in a tight hug. "Thank you for such a wonderful weekend getaway."

"It has been my pleasure" Jeannie answered and gave Dottie a quick kiss before letting her go to get in the car. Looking back in the mirror as she drove up the empty street Dottie waved back to Jeannie who waved from the end of the drive.



Change of Plans



It wasn't unusual for Billy to feel like this. The feeling of being empty and desolate that was left behind once the men had come and taken their pleasures from her body, whether she writhed in pleasure or in pain, it was theirs to take. They always left just as quickly as they had come, throwing their money at her feet without a second glance, their pants in a pool at their feet as soon as she had put the money in the jar next to the mattress that was on the floor. They always asked the same questions, whether or not she was sure she didn't have any STD's and if she had any condoms. They didn't always come prepared, some showed up right after work looking slightly afraid, as if they had no idea how they had gotten there, or if they were sure that this was what they wanted. But they didn't stay baffled for long, she may have felt used up and dried on the inside, but she tried to look as youthful as ever. She kept her coco toned skin glowing with store brand lotion, she washed her hair nightly and let her son brush it to his little hearts content, and she brushed her teeth often. There was never enough food in the house for her to gain weight, any excess food went to her son and his lunches. It was never good to look like a rundown ho, like her body had been used by a brutish army, though men took what they could get, they never came back for seconds if the merchandise wasn't satisfactory the first time. She refused to look like a stereotypical whore.

She ran her operation out of a room in a rundown warehouse along with a few other women. Their faces changed just as quickly as the days, never the same girl for more than a week. As far as she knew, she was the only one that had decided that being a nomad was bad for business. Billy had made friends when she first found the place, but they had long since abandoned the place. Some had died or they had never planned to stay there for long in the first place. She had one friend in particular that had promised to stay with her as long as it was safe. She hadn't lasted very long, her pimp didn't approve of the location, or the type of men that had come looking for her "services." The last Billy had seen of her friend, she had been covered in bruises and shaking, it wasn't the first time she had been beaten by her pimp, but it had been the first time that he had done it to that severity. Billy's friend didn't come back the next day, nor did she say good bye. She had left no trace of her existence and she had broken her promise. Billy tried to steer clear of pimps, they were always trouble. With them came the plague of drugs and beatings that would leave her looking like a shell on a dirty mattress. She had come close to being taken by them on several occasions, but she had gotten out of the deal. She kept a small gun under her mattress and took it with her in her bra when she walked home. She refused to end up like her friend, afraid and controlled by a man that took her earnings when he didn't have to complete the degrading act himself. Plus, if she was ever to be controlled by one, he would want to know of her personal life, and her son. She would be damned if she let some disgusting waste of sperm and egg near her reason for breathing. 

 Her son looked just like the perfect combination of Billy and his daddy. His daddy was a man that had come in a business suit with a thick wad of cash. He was someone that had come by before, but had only looked and assessed the women that were there. His strides echoed throughout the small hallways as he glanced at each girl in each room. When He passed by her door she had been "busy" on all fours facing the door. The man atop her at the moment had been a brutish pig that sweated as much as he weighed and snorted and grunted like he was being beaten. Her eyes were open and her long hair was being pulled on by the pig's meaty hands when she saw Him pass by. His eyes had only glanced into her room for a second, but it that was all it took for her to know that she needed Him. She needed him like she needed her next breath. His face wasn't spectacular, nor was his hair something to gawk at, but his eyes, his eyes had pierced her. They were an ice cold blue that bespoke of a story untold, as though he had seen and experienced things in a different plane of existence. She needed to drown in his eyes, she needed to know all there was to know about him. She needed what she never had had before, she needed intimacy. As quickly as she had glimpsed him, he had disappeared and her mind would be lost in translation for the rest of the day. She would not remember the Russian man that smelt like an odd combination of baby powder and raw meat, nor would she remember the man that had come in and chanted "Tina" in her ear while he rutted atop her; she would only remember those eyes. 

The next day, she arrived in her small hovel that always smelt of body fluids and body odor to see Him standing there with His arms behind his back. As soon as she walked in His eyes zoomed in on hers and her steps faltered. She walked by Him and placed her small purse between the mattress and small jar on the floor. She got herself situated in her "home" away from home, all the while keeping her back facing Him, afraid of what she would do if she stared into His eyes for a prolonged amount of time. Once she was done with her "situating" she was out of things to distract herself with and she needed to attend to the waiting "client." The whole time she had been building up her courage to look at Him, He had been silent, but as soon as she had turned and looked at Him he spoke.

 "I'll give you as much as you want for one weekend with me. But there are conditions that you must abide by."

She looked at him with her wide honey colored eyes and her lips slightly parted. Why would this man want a hooker for a weekend when he could just as easily get himself a nice woman from a local coffee shop? Why would he want someone that was damaged, and most likely carrying an STD in his bed with him, and would she ever be able to leave him if she went with him? All these questions and more zoomed around in her head, but the only one that came out was,

 "2000$?" She didn't want to go too steep with her price, he may just look at her like she was crazy and walk out, and she couldn't go through her life never knowing him as she yearned to. He gazed wordlessly into her eyes for what seemed like hours on end, but was really only five seconds, before he finally spoke. 

"If that is what you want, then it is what you will get."

She didn't smile, she didn't grin, smirk, simper, beam, she stared at him with wide eyes and thought of the bills she could get caught up on with that money, the essentials that she could attend to for herself and the back rent that she could give her landlord if she had that money. While she silently contemplated her life with 2000$ he began to speak again.

"Don't forget the conditions," he gave a small smirk as though he could read her mind. "You don't need to tell me your name; actually, I don't want to know your name. I don't want to know your personal life and I don't want you to dig into my personal life. When you come with me, you will be required to wear a blind fold, and you won't be allowed to speak once we exit this room. One word out of you without my permission and the deal is off. You will receive the money when I am done with you, if at any moment you are uncomfortable with what I am doing, you will speak the safe word; pea. There isn't anything that you need from your home, I can provide you with the essentials you will need for the weekend. If there is a pet you need to make arrangements for, someone that you need to let know you will be gone, let me know now." He stopped speaking and looked at her inquiringly; however, she didn't have anyone that she was worried about, or anyone that would be worried about her.

 Her parents had left her alone, a quiet Christian girl that didn't know anything of the world. Any relatives that she may have had at one point were dead, and if any were alive, she didn't know of them. Photos and happiness were nonexistent in her childhood home. Her parents had moved into a neighborhood of the elderly long before she was born, and they hadn't thought to bring a child into the world as late as they did. Her mom was forty years old when she had Billy, her dad forty-five, she had a brother, but by the time she was born he was twenty five and had a family of his own and lived across the world in Asia. Her parents sent her off to school as soon as she was of age. The first four years that they were required to keep her at home, they would send her off to a daycare ran by the local church. The women there were happy and the daycare itself was always filled giggles and soft music and bright colors. However, when she would get home, she would immediately be told to be quiet and to go entertain herself. This cycle continued throughout her childhood and well into her teens. Everything remained the same in her life, even when her parents got word of the violent death of her brother at the age of forty-one; they kept the house quiet and somber. Any emotion they may have felt about his death was stifled and she was left to wonder about her brother and the life he had lead. They never mentioned anything about their own parents or any siblings, and when she would inquire about their whereabouts; her parents would immediately quiet her curiosity by making her go do a ludicrous amount of chores. After the fourth or fifth time they did that, she stopped asking. Her parents died when she was nineteen and left her nothing. The house they lived in was rented and any money they had was immediately taken up by debt collectors. She had decided to not go to college at the time. Her grades weren't horrible, far from it, as a matter of fact; she was ranked number four in her class of 500. She kept her nose clean in school and didn't miss a day no matter how sick she was, and she made sure she never gave her teachers a reason to worry about her home life. She didn't make friends, the first time that she had brought up a girl at home; her mother had gone into a fit of rage. How dare she even think of talking to the "whores and sluts" at that school? Did she know what could happen if she associated herself with girls that had names like Maddie? She could end up tangled in a world of drugs and sex and alcohol, she could end up at a gang bang or in some outrageous sex charade that would end up on the internet. If only her mother could see her now, getting ready to accept the offer of 2000$ from a man in exchange for sex in a whore house.

She looked the man square in the eyes and said, "I have roommate," though she didn't. She lived in a one bedroom, one bath apartment that could barely squeeze her tiny kitchen in it. "I'll have to call him and let him know that I won't be coming home for the weekend. But first, I have questions of my own. I would like to raise my price to 4000$."

 "That's not a question," he stated calmly.

 "Fine, will you allow me to raise my price to 4000$?"

He looked away from her face and glanced around the room they were standing in. She guessed his eyes must have taken in the crusty mattress on the floor next to her jar for money and her tacky multi-colored purse from Goodwill. The matte gray walls that had miscellaneous marks on them and the floor that was bare concrete and contained what could only be blood. She had no idea whose blood it was, it could've been hers for all she knew. Some clients did get rough. What he must have thought looking at the hovel that she called her work place. When his eyes landed back on her face he gave a slight nod. 

"Anything else," he asked.

"Yes," she stated coolly, "I don't do group sex of any sort. I don't do two men, two women and definitely no gang bangs. I can't handle anything above one man. I refuse to do anything that includes children that is beyond out of the question, other than that; I'm pretty much open for anything." 

"Biting, hitting, and being tied up, all that is okay with you?"

"Honey, honestly, I could care less, just nothing like...knives or you know, you cutting me or choking me till I pass out and then reviving me, I had one guy that was into that. No. Just, no. Okay?" She gave him a small smile, he didn't smile back.

"Okay," he said, "If that's all, come here please." He held up a blindfold in his hands and beckoned her with his index finger. "Come on. This begins now, and please, keep in mind, no speaking beyond this room unless prompted to do so, it would be a shame to fire you before I get to," he took a slight pause and let his eyes roam her body from foot to head, "know you." His gaze was like fingertips grazing her body; she could feel that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

She gazed at him and said," one sec." She ran over to her purse and transferred her small gun from her bra to her tiny bag and snapped it shut. When she next turned around he was directly behind her. She hadn't realized how tall he was until she was directly in front of him. Her head barely reached his shoulders and she had to gaze up to see his eyes. She kept her honey colored eyes fixed on his icy dark blue ones, she breathed in his clean scent. He smelt of soap and spicy cologne that was just a bit too strong for her untrained nose, but she didn't care. Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent and her mouth began to water as she thought of all the things he would do to her, and whatever favors he would want in return. She gazed into his eyes for a second more before she decided to peruse his face while she had a chance. She looked over his face, his strong, square jaw and thick head of ebony hair. The ravishing that would ensure from him would be nothing short of amazing, she needed this, and she needed him. She took a small step back and looked at his body clad in, what looked to be an expensive, suit. His shoulders were broad and rounded; his buttoned up suit jacket shielded his abdomen from her gaze and left her to imagine what his torso would look like. However, his pants were fitted to him, they molded to his butt like memory foam, and showed off his powerful legs and wide thighs, she just knew that those thighs were capable of amazing speed. 

When her gaze made its way back to his face, he was gazing at her with his stony eyes, but he had a small smile on his lips, "are you done?" he asked tauntingly. His word made her cheeks heat up and her scalp prickle, "yea," she answered, "I'm done."

"Good, "he said. He reached his hand into his right pocket and withdrew a black blindfold, "come here," he said calmly. 

She looked at him with wide eyes, she felt feather winged butterflies in her stomach and her palms began to sweat, she was apprehensive of going into this man's care; however, the thought of 4000 dollars gave her the courage to step forward within his reach and let the blindfold descend upon her. He must have sensed her apprehension because he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'll take real good care of you, don't worry." With that said he didn't speak to again, instead he placed his hand on her shoulder and lead her out of the factory and into the smog filled air of the city. He directed her to a car and placed his hand in her head and applied a small amount of force that let her know she needed to duck down.

 Once her ass was cupped in plush leather she let out a deep sigh and heard him chuckle next to her, "relax," he said, "you'll enjoy our time together." She head him shift next to her then felt his warm hands come near her face and take the blind fold off. Her eyes automatically adjusted to the dark inside of the limo. She let her gaze dart around a little bit before it settled on him. Neither of them spoke and tension began to crackle in the air. She glanced down at his lap and saw the outline of him pushing against those damned tailored pants. When she looked back to him he had a hungry look in his eyes. Her mouth went dry at that lick and her tongue darted out and moistened his lips, his eyes left hers and looked at her wet lips. He brought his hand out and grabbed her hand and placed it on the hot, hard lump in his pants. She sucked her teeth and felt wetness coat the inside if her underwear, she squeezed him lightly and felt him his hand tense on hers before he let her go. He placed both of his hands on the back of his head and moaned lightly as she began to squeeze and stroke him firmly. She glanced up at his face to gage his reaction and slowly let go of him and let her hands trail across his lap to the zipper in his pants and she opened it slowly. There wasn't a sound in the car except for the teeth of the zipper relaxing their embrace on one another and his deep sigh as she pulled him through the opening once she unsnapped the buttons. He felt like hot velvet wrapped around a steel pipe. She just held him lightly in her hand and relished the feel and weight of him in her palms. Her fingers could wrap all the way around him, so she brought her other hand up to wrap around the lower half of his hot staff and she flexed her fingers. 

"Enough teasing," he rumbled through clenched teeth.

She smiled coyly up at his tense face and lowered her head to the tip of him into her mouth. She let his cock rest between her lips while her tongue played with the opening in the head and her saliva seeped out between her lips and ran down his staff. Her hands relaxed their hold a little bit and let the saliva creep its way between her skin and his. Once she was sure that he was coated in a good layer of saliva, she closed her hands on him and started to jack him off. She felt his entire body clench up and his hips buck a little. She did this for a while before she stopped and removed her hands to engulf him in her mouth. She dropped her jaw and swallowed his entire length into her mouth and let her throat contract around him. His hand grappled in her long hair and he began to thrust his hips in and out of her mouth. She swallowed gulps of air when he pulled out and used her mouth like a vacuum. Soon he started to grunt and groan and slam his hips into her mouth, she felt his dick begin to pulse and swell, he squirted his seed into her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as possible but there was too much and some escaped her mouth to flow down to his thighs. When she swallowed what was in her mouth she jacked him lightly and lowered her head to lick the cum off his thighs. He untangled his hand from her copious locks and put his finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to his. 

"That's gonna improve," he whispered.

She stared at him in bewilderment and scoffed, "there's nothing to improve," she replied haughtily.

He gave her a small smirk and said, "That's what you think."



Change of Plans



All fictional characters in the story who are involved in sexual situations and incidents are over the age of eighteen. 

*

Helena slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at the sleeping man next to her. Her face expressionless she simply pulled his arm and hand off her tit resting it gently back by his side. She sat up and turned stretching out her long legs crawling from the lush expensive hotel bed.

She picked up her black satin boy short style panties off the floor and silently went into the bathroom to clean her self up with a quick shower to wash any traces of the guy out and off her body. About ten minutes later she was back in the dark room looking at the red glow of the hotels alarm clock which read 4:04 AM.

She quickly got dried and dressed and gathered up her belongings placing them in her work satchel. lastly as quietly as possible trying not to disturb the man she unhand cuffed his right wrist from the bed frame. And removed the leather bindings and five foot length of rope holding his ankles to the bottom bed frame post's. 

Storing those safely away in her satchel she collected the rather large stack of cash off the elegant night stand and exited the room. In the stillness of the early morning Helena made her way out of the hotels entrance flipping open her cell phone to check for messages then called a cab company she kept on speed dial for the ride home.

On the ride home lost in thought, Helena mused about the client she had just serviced. He was a weird one. The bondage she understood perfectly but it was the being asked to roll play as the mans father and use a strap-on while slapping & anally abusing the guy without lube at his request. That left her shaking her head with a little chuckle.

Helena knew she had several according to most freaky fetishes so she decided not to be judge mental. But seriously why did he want a dirty feather duster stuffed in his mouth? It didn't really work as a gag and just left her scratching her head at that one..

About forty minutes later, Helena entered her apartment setting her keys on a hall table and quietly made her way down the hall past her sons closed bedroom door. She stopped and slowly opened the door entering. As she stood by the bed gazing down upon him she bent over and gently kissed his lips in between one of his cute little light snores.

Her lips near his ear, She whispered softly to his dreams. "You don't know just how much I love you baby." then in the darkness faded from his room as quietly as she had entered closing the door behind her.

Bryce, rolled over onto his back eyes still closed. He smiled in his hazy sleep and whispered to the silence knowing she had left. "And you mother don't know how much I'm in love with you..." five to ten minutes later Bryce was snoring again.

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Helena set her work satchel on a chair in the corner knowing she would have to sort it later and buy more condoms and lube soon.

And definitely clean off her strap-on and other toys in the morning and walked over to her bed. She reached under and pulled out a shoe box setting it on top the comforter and opened it. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the hand full of bills. 

The client having payed for dinner and the room, had still been very generous. After counting out 3,000 in cash she decided she would definitely see this client again.

She marked off a total notation on the inside of the box lid and put the cash inside closing it. Helena smiled to herself as she slide the almost full box back under the bed next to three others. And a dust covered metal base ball bat.

Helena started pealing out of her evening wear work close and headed towards the bathroom to change into a yellow sheer baby doll nighty and brush her teeth. She giggle out loud thinking "Damn I've been working to hard, gonna need another box soon."

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At 8:20 AM walking down the hallway Helena paused to pound on her sons door in her every day occurrence. And Yelled out "Hey sleepy head time for school!, Get that cute butt of yours out of bed... "

She continued on towards the kitchen and the ever life saving coffee pot. About thirty minutes later a still groggy Bryce finally wandered into the kitchen and plopped down on a kitchen stool. Then stood right back up again to raid the refrigerator for a tall container of apple cider and a glass from the cupboard.

Helena stood munching on a piece of toast with cinnamon sprinkled on it just longingly gazing at every lean muscle on his body and the impressive morning wood bulge in his light blue boxers. 

She just sighed and turned away for another slice of toast before straightening her conservative dress blouse and jacket strolling past him and kissing him on his forehead with a light peck she said "Have a great day at school babe, and try not to break to many hearts." She mussed his hair wildly and headed out the door to her primary job.

Bryce just groaned. Wild thoughts of the way her business suit hugged her large breasts and every perfect curve and the sensual contact of her fingers gliding through his hair was making his raging hard on painful. He stood up and went right back to the bathroom for some relief. As he thought about the words she whispered to him in the night and his favorite mental image of her in lacy sheer all white baby doll lingerie he had seen in the wash one day about a year ago.

Bryce's aim was anything but accurate. He missed the sink and four thick spurts blasted the mirror only to drip back down on his electric razor. After the muscles in his arms relaxed and his vision cleared he looked down at the new mess. Bryce laugh out loud. "Damn! Where's a bulls eye and handy wipe when you need one!"

Some time later it occurred to him it was Saturday his mother must have forgotten there wasn't any school today. Bryce went into his room and started up his desktop computer. Then headed into the kitchen for a bowel of oatmeal and a banana. Twenty minutes later deep in thought Bryce was sitting at his computer desk watching one of a hundred or so very specific porn videos stored on his hard drive. Other then loving his mother in every way possible, the second most passionate thing he cared about was playing out on his screen.

A decent looking blond porn star was laying on a table getting a very through full body massage. Every last muscle, tendon, and joint taking care of by masterful hands. Bryce didn't much care for the small tits or the blond hair on her but that wasn't the point. The video was an hour and a half long with in depth instructions and commentary. 

Bryce wasn't getting aroused he was making diagrams and taking notes. on everything from using grape seed oil, for antioxidants and giving the client that just had a large glass of great wine without having drank anything happy feeling. To pressure points. aroma therapy, and acupuncture.

About the time he was starting a second and third video playing in smaller window's. Bryce wondered about how long it would take him to save up enough money for and expensive but quality table of his own, the proper training course's and a Masseuse or Chiropractor license. His thoughts were interrupted by the on screen sound of screaming as the blond had a violent orgasm squirting pussy juice all over the instructors fingers, hand and the table.

Bryce just smiled smugly to himself, thinking about his mother again...

~~~~~

At 9:00 AM Sharp. Helena was back in her normal routine of saying hello to her coworkers. Getting her ass felt up by the sleazy branch manager, and then sitting down in her chair. Taking a sip from her 'I HEART MY SON' coffee mug and putting out the open window teller name plate.

Calling out "I can help the next person in line please." she sighed from annoyance as she finally looked at who was actually next in line. After several other people got the old women's attention and directed her to start moving. Helena faked and Oscar worthy smile and said "Good morning Mrs. Greeley, How can I help you today?" after waiting a minute or two of watching the old women digging in her purse, she reminded her that her glasses were not lost just on top her head like always.

Mrs. Greeley just laughed and then launched into a conversation for the next five minutes about how you should never grow old. talking about the weather and everything else that isn't important.

Helena once again asked her how she could help her today getting the old women back on track. Mrs. Greeley after a long moments pause and scatter brained smile just stated "oh, I'm just depositing my SS check, and I'd like to transfer 50.00 to my grand sons college saving account."... "Why schooling is just getting so darned expensive these days I can't believe it." then droned on for another several minutes about her grandsons athletic achievements.

As Helena filled out the women's deposit slip. She remembered the boxes under her bed thinking her and the old lady actually had something they can agree on. And secondly looking at the clock and seeing she was only fourteen minutes into her work shift it was already promising to be a very long day.

~~~~~

Around five thirty after bank closing. Helena was sitting back in her car, disposable phone to her ear jotting down two address in a note book. After a few "umm hmm's" and "Thanks Dee. Yeah I got it. Talk to you later." She closed the phone and slipped it back into her clutch purse.

Unwrapping and taking a bite of a left over delivered turkey sandwich from lunch. Helena started up the car and turned on the radio to the sound of 'I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas' playing a bit to loudly. So after adjusting the volume and pulling out of the parking lot. It occurred to her she still hadn't even thought about or given her self time to shop for Bryce's presents this year with Christmas only six days away.

Well she said out loud over the music as the stray though entered he mind. If I can't find something for him last minute. Maybe I should just drop to my knees and give him the best fucking Blow Job of his life. I'm pretty sure that's a present he wouldn't want to return. Helena burst out laughing so hard her eye's misted up and her ribs hurt.

By half way home her thoughts had changed course and although her ribs were no longer hurting. Thinking about doing all sorts of very wrong things to Bryce had her panties soaked. Helena pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot and parked in her spot. Looking around and seeing no one. Helena loosened the buttons and zipper on her dress slacks and slid her hand down into her panties.

A few minutes and a lot of furious stroking to her clit with her thumb while two fingers grinned around in circles inside her spasming pussy. Helena's back arched, head back eyes closed tight. She Screamed out Bryce's name

She sat there for a long time calming her spent body and mind in the afterglow of the latest Bryce induced nirvana.

She thought "For all my clients I fake it but not for my son. Oh God how I love him so."

After a minute to take her soaked panties off and mopping her pussy somewhat clean. She stuffed them in her purse put her pants back on and exited the car and heading on up the steps to home and him.

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She entered the apartment and headed right for her room announcing loudly.

"Hey Baby I'm home!" before she even made it through her door. She heard Bryce call back at her. "I'm in the kitchen, I've gotten a bath and a glass of wine all set for you in there. By the time your done dinner will be ready."

As her clothes came off and the panties from her purse all got tossed into the clothes hamper and with the greatest of sigh's she slid into the hot apricot scented bubble bath.

Helena just groaned in uncontrollable pleasure, "Oh fuck baby your to good to momma.." she whispered in return. she reached out for the glass of chilled wine and took a sip as she relaxed with her head back. While deeply relaxing. she heard him ask from around the corner. "Mom we watching movies tonight?"

Without even thinking about it like normal she replied with. "Sorry Baby I can't stay corporate has me scheduled for night audit. You know I won't be home till late again."

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Around nine o'clock Bryce was scribbling notes while sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, school history and science book's spread out.

Helena stood leaning back against the counter in a corner by the coffee pot. "Hey baby, there's only five and half days left and you haven't listed anything on your Christmas Wish list this year?'

Bryce looked up and followed the look and nod of her head at the white board stuck to the refrigerator. For a long time he didn't say anything. Then finally responded.

"Mother I'm to old for that now. And the only things I truly need Santa can't fix."

Bryce returned to his studies for a bit until he felt his mothers eyes fixed on him. He again looked up to see a questioning and puzzled look on her face.

Helena walked over and put a 'Harvard' mug of coffee in-front of him. A completely UN-subtle hint as to her designs for his future. He just starred at it for another long moment. Then realizing by the still questioning look on her face she wasn't going to drop the conversation.

Bryce just sighed, stood up and picked up his books off the counter and headed for the door way he stopped at the fridge. Pulled out his wallet and did something she couldn't quiet see. With back still to her he turned his head sideways and said. "What I need mom is for all the lies and secrets in this house to stop." He looked back at the coffee mug and then walked away."

Helena now totally confused walked over to the white board on the fridge. And stopped dead in her tracks. Her hand covered her mouth in shock. there pinned to the fridge with a little lady bug magnet was a black business card with platinum trim and lettering boldly stating.

-Exquisite Escorts- -HELENA, R- -For all your high end fantasy's come true- -Full service+BDSM+Fetish+GFE+hourly rates -555-***-****

"Oh God!" she whispered, remembering that card was only one of the first 20 prototypes she had made up when she started. She had only used a few then switched over to a more elegant style. And there with fading and wallet crease marks was the knowledge that he had known about everything for at least the last four years or more.

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Helena's head was spinning out of control with questions. She was about to storm into his bedroom and have a major talk. But she looked at the clock with no time left to properly cancel. She just said to the closed door. "Baby I have to get ready, But I'm calling us both in sick tomorrow. And you and I are going to have a long talk." with that she rushed to her bedroom and changed quickly into a curvy black one piece mini dress, combed and pinned her long red hair on top her head. put on a hint of light silver eye shadow. And grabbed her work satchel. cursing that she hadn't restocked it yet. Damn it, unlike most women Helena actually hated shopping..

Ten minutes later with a pair of four inch black pumps in one hand and her cell in the other, satchel over her shoulder calling a cab. She flew out the front door.

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Hours later at a very large and wealthy estate, deep in the basement cellar. Helena wearing nothing but the black pumps and an ice cold facial expression.

Hanging by wrist binder's and rope a foot off the ground naked was a short fat man in his mid sixty's. being spanked by a wood ruler with his cock and balls all tied up in red string and turning a painful shade of purple.

Helena paused and walked over to a table full of toys and implements. She put the ruler down.

After a bit the hanging man quietly asked "Is everything ok Mistress H, something seems to be a bit off tonight?"

She turned to look at the man. "I don't know, I'm sorry Ralph. My mind is on major family problems this evening. My teenage Son just informed me a couple hours ago. That he knows what I do and has known for years that I've been lying to him."

"All I had basically asked him is what he wanted for Christmas, and everything went to shit."

There was a long pause between both until Ralph finally spoke. "You haven't told me much about him but I know one thing about kids for a fact having near a dozen grand kids myself." "Tell me with out thinking about the answer. Do you feel even with this revelation and him being aware and mad. Which do you think he overall feels for you most Love or Hate?."

Helena didn't even pause. "Oh God I know he loves me so much it hurts."

Ralph just chuckled out loud. "Then Mistress H you don't even need to worry, you won't lose him. You are with out a doubt one of the strongest people I have ever meet. As long as what ever you chose to do you do it with love, everything will work out just fine in the end."

"Oh and by the way, I'd really like it if you picked up that flog and came over to show me some love..."

Helena just laughed. Picked up the cat tail whip in one hand and a three foot cain in the other instead. And as she approached watching poor helpless Ralph's eyes and face light up with joy.

Ralph just whimpered "Oh, Oh.. fuck yeah, bring it you incredible MILF. Fucking bring it I dare you.!!"

Helena just growled at him reached back and picked up a couple of thick rubber bands for his feet and a six inch vibrating dildo for his ass and turned back to her prey to show him just why he's paying out the big bucks.

~~~~~

The talk the next morning did not go as planned in fact it didn't happen at all.

When Helena realized it was going on 10:30 am and Bryce still wasn't up and about she found herself out side his bedroom door looking in at an empty bedroom. Everything nice neat and tidy like always. And there on the bed a piece of paper. She quickly crossed the room and began reading.

~~~~~

-Mother- You screaming at me or being preachy. Isn't going to teach me any lesson or change anything. I've gone to stay at a friends house for a couple days until you calm down. Guess your going to have to learn how to order a pizza or something for a change... 

Mother I don't just love you, I'm in Love with you. 

And before you think there's something wrong with me. There isn't, this is who I am and how I have always felt long before I found that card years ago. Really you taught me to do the laundry at age thirteen. Of course I check the pockets and that's were I found it in case you were wondering. 

Seriously you weren't being very careful in the least little bit. Bankers don't have a satchel full of whore's tools. boxes of cash under their beds. Carrie a second disposable cell phone that when ringing has some Escort Madam on the other end of the line. Bank tellers don't work night audit until 4am after banks closed nation wide at 5pm. And most importantly, most bank tellers don't make their son's wash other mens semen stains, fuck oils and God only knows what else I have had to deal with out of their closes 2-4 days a week for the past five plus years....

I could go on with other examples but I think you get the picture. You are absolutely right we need to talk. But you need to really think over what it is you want to talk about first.

P.S I don't want and have never wanted anything to do with Harvard. That's your dream it was never mine.

P.P.S Don't go freaking out only once did I ever take twenty buck's out of one of your boxes to buy school supply's. I know how you hate shopping. And yes I put it back four days later. I'll be home for Christmas Eve.

P.P.P.S if there is such a thing. (laugh) Sorry couldn't resist.

Christ my head won't stop thinking of things I've longed to say. You are probably wondering why this is happening now so.

It's jealousy bordering on blinding rage. I know its not right but I can't stand it anymore now that I'm eighteen. I think of all the men and probably women that don't love you but get to have you. Then there's me the one man on Earth that was born to do nothing but Love you in every way possible but can't have you. For the past year while your out fucking. I'm home screaming and crying.




Change of Plans



It well, It just hurts to much now. The jealousy is tearing my heart apart....

~~~~~

Helena. Burst into tears seconds before her knees went weak and she crumpled to the floor sobbing in Bryce's room. Crushing the crumpled note to her chest.

Two hours later, Helena finally pulled her self up off the floor stumbled into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine, 'Fuck the glass she thought and just started chugging.' Having never been much of a drinker it didn't take much. Two full bottles and an hour later she passed out on the front room love seat.

~~~~~

Three days later having thought over forgotten memory's and so many things she either hadn't thought of or took for granted. Like a million puzzle pieces falling into place. Her head finally began to clear. She stopped considering her past, present and future. And directly made a focus in her mind to think in terms of "Our Future Together" and what dreams he may have that she would need to learn about.

She decided to throw out her work satchel. Called up the agency and quit.

The contact named Dee was very unhappy about that and argued the point for twenty minutes until Helena simply stated. "My child found out what I do, And its destroying my family. Tell my clients I'm now retired. And tell Ralph I took his advice." "Oh and Dee I'm ripping the battery out of this phone and garbage canning it after I hang up. I loved working with you but this is defiantly good bye."

Helena then reconsidered and pulled the satchel out of the garbage. Not knowing if Bryce would like to try any of her toys and trick's. Then tossed it right back in for good. Deciding to go for a clean slate as much as possible.

Helena spent the entire afternoon. Going through and reading everything. Searching through everything in Bryce's room. And trying like crazy to glean as much info about her beloved as possible. Even tearing his closet apart as if a cyclone had hit it. Like cramming for an exam. She took note of every little aspect and detail including the fact her child folds is clean socks and shirts. 

Seriously what teenager does that? she thought. To having only two 8 packs stack's of Irish spring bars in the bathroom. And no deodorants.

After a twenty minute bathroom break and nuking some oatmeal. Helena settled into Bryce's computer desk chair and turned on his computer. For the first time all day this felt like prying and she paused for only a brief second to consider her action and the consequences. Then she remembered Bryce's own word's ringing in her head. 'No more Secrets.' She delved in clicking on a world of words, music and video incite.

Around midnight. Helena reached for a near by note pad to jot down notes of her own. And was surprised to find a long list of accredited massage and chiropractic colleges and courses. With a listing for tuition price's and semester starting schedules. Helena just smiled thinking she didn't have a certificate hanging on the wall but her massage technique never received any complaints. hmm she wondered out-loud. "Is Bryce thinking of working for a service, creating a service of his own with employee's or just a private practice from home with repeat clientele?"

She wrote that down to remember to ask him later.

Around 2:30am she had just finished watching a blond porn star get a massage to a screaming finish and ridiculous wet happy ending. At the same time pulling her hand out of her own soaked pussy. She realized with a 'Holy crap!' moment that she had just ruined Bryce's chair with her own mess. Her day dreaming had envisioned her in the place of the blond with Bryce doing all that to her. And she got carried away. Her screaming could have given the blond starlet's a run for her money. Tired and spent Helena wiped her hand off on a dry spot on her pants and turned off the computer. She ripped the sheet of paper with her notes off the pad and looked at it.

She just grinned. And heading out the door towards her room. She stripped off her dirty close dropping them on the floor as she went, crawled under her covers and whispered out loud to the darkness. "Time to go shopping.."

~~~~~

Noon on Christmas day. Bryce found himself trudging through the falling snow already an inch around his feet. A blizzard was rolling in on the city with varying weather reports threatening anywhere from minimum of eight inches to over a foot of snow guaranteed to shut the city down for the next three days. He really wasn't looking forward to the coming arguments, screaming and slamming of doors which would be the inevitable outcome for most family disputes. And thinking of being snowed in with her under the circumstances would be near unbearable.

Bryce didn't see his mothers car parked in its typical spot so figured she must be at work. And as he unlocked the apartments front door. He thought better of that. Since banks close down for the most important holiday of all. It must be her other job...  

Stepping inside before he took three steps down the hall way Bryce started getting very angry. swearing out loud. "Fuck!" he screamed out in the darkness. "Banks are closed and her cars gone. Bitch is actually turning tricks on Christmas Eve." "Fuck!, Fuck! Fuck!" Bryce slammed his bags down on the floor and leaned back against the wall to gather his thoughts. Then wondered why "What the hell, its only noon why's it this dark in here even with it storming outside?"

Bryce walked down the short hall to the front room. And stopped in his tracks to look around. The curtains were drawn shut. The typically only decorative fireplace was actually blazing away. In the far corner stood a pure white tall and proud all the way to the ceiling brand new Christmas tree with a mix of colorful lights and ornaments. In front of the fire place were laid out multiple blankets. 

And in the center of the room where the coffee table used to sit was now one of the top of the line massage tables Bryce had been drooling over the ad's of for the past three months.

Bryce just stood there and blinked. "What the hell is going on?" "Mother!" he called out.

From the dark far corner of the room. In the most sultry of voices returned to him.

"I'm right here baby, and no I'm not turning tricks on Christmas."

Helena Stepped forward from the shadows. And glided towards her son making extra effort to sway her hips.

Bryce was near frozen solid. Everywhere except his eyes that were bugging out of his head and his pants that just suddenly seemed to shrink painfully five sizes to small for him in the crotch area. It wasn't exactly the white lingerie he had seen before and fantasized over. He realized no fantasy he ever had could top what he was seeing.

Now only four feet away and in the lights of the fire and tree he could see all the detail. White heals and lace stocking's leading up to a silver and white widow maker style corset with his mothers pale pink and freckled cleavage spilling over the top. Her long graceful neck and glowing green eyes. And a short white wedding vale hanging down over her eyes and nose, her ginger hair spiraled on top with several curled long strands hanging down around her face.

Bryce just blinked again. Realizing for the first time the hair on top of her head matched the tuft of flaming neatly trimmed hair above her pale pink and glistening pussy lips. He watched as a line of moisture trickled down the inside of her left thigh.

Bryce stupidly called out before he could clear his head. "Mother you forget your panties?"

Helena never gave him a chance to say anything else. She grabbed his shirt and pressed him back against the wall and kissed him hard. Bryce didn't even feel it when his jeans dropped down to pool around his sneakers. When Helena finally released his mouth and pulled back her head an inch. Bryce just gasped and sucked in his first breath in the last four minutes.

Helena gently brought her hand down to cares the side of his cheek and neck. Starring eye's to eye's she said. "My love, you never have to be jealous again I quit that job." "No more secrets baby. I've loved you the same way you love me for a while now."  

After another long sensual kiss." Helena lead Bryce clumsily waddling over to the blankets and gently pushed him down on his back. Kneeling down and straddling his waist she grabbed his hard shaft aiming it to her pussy and slowly took him inside her.

Throwing her head back with eyes closed both mother and son could do nothing in the moment but moan out in ecstasy. Bryce grabbed her hips. And Helena leaned forward, right hand on his chest and her left hand running her finger's lovingly through his hair. She ever so softly rubbed her nose in circles around his.

"Merry Christmas my Son, My Husband!"

Bryce didn't even get a chance to fuck her, he just screamed out a body shaking virginal cry and exploded deep up inside his mothers scorching, fertile womb.