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Carley Ch. 01

By: JapleinViera



I dropped a loaf of bread into my shopping cart and headed for the paper isle. I'd been coming to this Super Target for years, but recently they'd moved everything around. The Kleenex was now over by small appliances. I'd picked a couple of boxes and added them to my other items when I noticed a young woman about 20 feet away trying to get something off the top shelf. I walked over.

"Something you need help with?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "The coffee maker I want is way up there and it weighs too much. It looks like the last one and I don't want to drop it." 

She was a nice looking girl, medium height, with short black hair, but even if she'd been a crone, I still would have helped her. I carefully worked the box off the shelf and eased it into her cart. 

The girl smiled at me. "Thanks," she said. 

"No problem."

"No, really. I've been looking for someone who works here and I guess they're all on break. I'd like to thank you. How about a quick blowjob?" 

"Sure. That'd be good. The restrooms are right over there."

As we walked, I pulled out my wallet and extracted a couple of dollar bills. "I'm Jack, by the way".

I'm Carley."

Outside the restrooms, we left our carts in the "temporary cart" area and I fed my dollar bills into the slot in the door of the first vacant booth. Carley picked up her purse and we stepped inside. I locked the deadbolt.

"Do you want me naked?" Carley asked.

"Yeah. I'd love to see your body."

Carley was wearing a simple cotton dress that fit her well. She pulled it over her head and, as I expected, she wasn't wearing anything else except her sandals. She hung the dress on one of the hooks the restroom designers had thoughtfully provided.

"Very nice," I said approvingly. "You're very beautiful." 

"Thanks."

I kicked off my sandals, unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my shorts. As I unzipped my zipper, I asked, "Is it okay if I touch you before we get started"? 

She looked a little surprised. "Sure. Thanks for asking. Most guys would just grab me." 

I removed my shorts and hung them a hook, then removed my shirt. 

Her skin was warm. I put my hands on her waist and just looked at her body. Her breasts were a little on the small side, but perfectly shaped and just right for her slim frame. I ran my hands down across her hips, then across her stomach and up to her breasts. They were firm, with nipples that were larger and puffier than I'd expected. I caressed her nipples with my thumbs and they hardened. 

I was starting to get an erection. Carley moved me out of the way and sat down on the small bed. 

"Lie back for a minute," I said. "I want to see your pussy." 

She smiled as she lay back. She raised her legs and spread them. 

"Oh, that's perfect," I said. "I've never seen a prettier pussy." 

I knelt down for a closer look. Her inner lips protruded slightly from her smooth outer lips. She was open just a little and I gently rubbed her slit. She sighed and I slid one finger inside.

Carley reluctantly pushed my hand away and lowered her legs. "You're getting me excited and I don't have time to fuck you. I said 'quick blowjob', remember?"

She scooted to the end of the bed. "Do you want to stand or sit or what?" she asked. 

"I'll sit."

I took one of the "blowjob cushions" (they're really just marine flotation cushions) off the shelf and dropped it on the floor between my feet as I sat down. Carley knelt down and rested her hands on my thighs. I was fully erect. "Nice cock," she said.

She stroked me several times and then slid me into her mouth. Within a few seconds, she had her nose against my belly. I was impressed. 

Carley began bobbing her head, deepthroating me with every bob. She wasn't wasting any time and I didn't try to hold back. 'Ahhh," I moaned. "That's great. Alright if I cum in your mouth?" 

She nodded and lifted her head for a moment. "I'd prefer it. I don't want to screw up my makeup or walk around with cum on me. I'd rather swallow."

She went back to sucking me.

Soon, I was really feeling it. "Not much longer," I panted. "Getting close. Yeah. Excellent. Hold me in your mouth while I cum. Almost there. Ahhhh, yessss!" 

I came and Carley sucked and stroked me until I was finished. I could see her throat work as she swallowed. When she knew I was through, she licked the last drop off my cock and smiled. 

"Thank you," I sighed. "That was wonderful."

"I liked it," she said. "You're a nice guy. I liked the way you asked if you could cum in my mouth instead of just blowing your load down my throat. I like the way you asked if you could touch me. I'd like to see you again. I'd like to fuck you."

"I'd love to fuck you. I'd love to go down on that gorgeous pussy of yours and make you cum."

Carley rummaged in her purse and pulled out a card. It had her first name and a cell phone number on it.  "Call me."

She dropped her dress over her head and used the mirror on the door to check her makeup and apply new lipstick. 

I returned the BJ cushion to the shelf and got dressed. When she was ready, I opened the door and we stepped out. A woman in her 60s was coming out of the women's toilet and gave us a dirty look. Carley giggled. The woman snorted and kept walking. 

"When do you think she got laid last?" she laughed. I just shook my head. That woman probably couldn't remember the last time anyone she knew had a cold or the flu or an infection of any kind. No one had stomach ulcers anymore. Ulcers were caused by viruses and all viruses and harmful bacteria were killed by the GermZappers. Even if she didn't approve of all the casual sex going on, it seemed like a small price to pay for the terrific health benefits.

Carley and I pushed our carts to the checkout. Carley went first and waited while I paid and picked up my bags. She gave me a kiss. "Call me."

On the drive home, I thought about the disapproving woman in Target. A couple of years earlier, I'd had a conversation with my uncle, who had just turned 60, about how different things were since the GermZapper came out. He told me about the guy who'd invented it.

Ed Pierce was an electronics tech who'd been fired from his job for having some pretty nasty anal porn in his desk at work. The head of HR was a woman who had no sense of humor and Ed soon found himself in the parking lot with all his stuff in a cardboard box. That was March, 1979, four years before I was born. 

Ed applied for unemployment and started looking for a job. While he looked, he spent his spare time working on a truly stupid project. Ed wanted to build a Phaser. He had no idea how to do it or if it was even possible, but that didn't stop him. 

In early May, Ed had a bad cold and didn't feel like doing anything, but he'd come up with a combination of components he thought would work. When he applied power, nothing obvious happened. Ed unhooked the device, left it on his workbench and went to bed.

The next morning Ed noticed two things. First, his cold was gone. Second, he had the runs. Instead of a Phaser, Ed had invented the GermZapper. His device, unfortunately, not only killed all harmful bacteria and every virus known to man, it also killed all the beneficial bacteria, like the ones that live in our guts and are essential for digestion. Since Ed had no freaking idea how his new invention worked, he went to his brother, who was a patent lawyer. They came up with a patent that covered the device and every conceivable application. Then they went to a huge multi-national corporation and made a deal. The corporation gave Ed a billion dollars up front and a piece of every GermZapper that was sold anywhere in the world. The corporation did all the R&D and, after 16 months of mostly trial and error work, they refined the GermZapper so it would only kill the harmful germs and leave the good ones alone. The final product produced a field that was 16 feet, 2" in diameter. No one ever figured out how the damned thing actually worked, but they sold a fantastic number of GermZappers and everyone got rich. Ed became the richest man in the world, by far. 

The social effects of the GermZapper were dramatic. Before the GermZapper came along, people were concerned about contracting what were called "STDs", or Sexually Transmitted Diseases. Most STDs weren't fatal, but they were painful and it was very easy to catch them. People often used stretchy Latex bags called "condoms" that guys wore on their penises, so that men and women wouldn't be exposed to each others' fluids. That sounds phenomenally stupid and unpleasant to me, by it was the accepted way to have sex. Condoms also prevented pregnancy, but birth control pills were already making that unnecessary. 

After GermZappers became available, they were mounted in the doorways of every clinic, hospital, airport, train and bus station, mall and every other place where there was significant foot traffic. Not only were most diseases wiped out, but STDs were eliminated and the only reasons not to have sex were custom and religion. Neither of those things did much to slow the surge of casual, no-strings sex that swept the world. There was no longer any reason for people who found each other attractive not to fuck. 

Now, over thirty years after the GermZapper came on the market, there's more fucking going on than our grandparents would have thought possible. Virtually every club, bar, mall and shopping center has restrooms. Before the GermZapper, they all had restrooms, but their restrooms didn't have lockable booths with beds in them. It's impossible to go to a party where no one is having sex. All beaches are nude beaches. Technically, it's illegal to have sex in public, but no one could enforce a law like that and no one tries.

Birth control pills are provided free. Daily Cialis (sorry, you have to pay) is the biggest selling prescription medication in the world. 

My sister Lora was staying with me while she visited friends in the area. When I got home, she and an old FB named Ken were fucking on the sofa. From the amount of sweat on their bodies, they'd been at it for a while. They ignored me. I set my bags on the kitchen table and walked back into the family room to watch the action. Ken was pounding it to Lora pretty damn hard. Lora had her arms and legs wrapped around Ken and was letting out a loud "Uhnhhhhh" every second thrust. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. It looked like she was going to cum pretty soon. Her grunts rose in pitch and volume until I expected to hear dogs barking in response. She released a final, piercing wail and bucked wildly. Ken desperately tried to stay with her and kept banging her hard until she started to quiet down. He stopped thrusting and lay on top of her, panting. 

After a minute or so, Lora opened her eyes and grinned at Ken. "Good. Real, real good." She was still breathing hard. "Did you cum yet?" 

Ken shook his head. "Not yet." He slowly pumped her and they kissed. "Touch my balls. You know how I like it." 

Lora reached between them and cupped his scrotum. "Like that?"

Ken nodded and sucked her nipples. "Yeah, that's good. Like that." He stroked steadily in and out of her as she caressed his sac. 

A minute later he pulled out and knelt between her legs. "Just stroke me. Use your fingertips. Slow and gentle." He put both hands on her breasts. 

Lora did as he asked, alternating hands and stroking from the base of his shaft to the tip. Ken gasped, then gasped again.

"Where do you want to cum?" Lora asked.

"In your pussy. Just keep doing that. When I'm ready, I'll go inside you and cum there." 

I watched, fascinated, as my sister stroked her friend while he played with her boobs. Ken was breathing in short gasps. Suddenly, he grabbed his dick and pushed it into Lora. He pumped into her two or three times and came. It looked pretty intense. Ken was shaking and moaning. He pushed himself as far as he could into Lora and shuddered. Lora was shoved half a foot down the sofa as Ken tried to thrust even farther into her. 

I went back into the kitchen to put my groceries away and give them time to calm down. I opened a beer and walked into the family room. The two of them were just separating. I handed them a plastic tub of wipes and flopped in a chair.

"That looked like fun," I said. "Has anybody thought about supper?" 

"We're going to meet some people later," said Ken, wiping his dick. "There's some leftover Thai food from lunch in the 'fridge you can have. Are you going out?"

"Nope, I'm staying in tonight. I have some paperwork to do. Anyway, I just got a blowjob from a girl in Target." 

"No kidding?" said Lora. "How did that happen?" 

"I helped her get something down from a top shelf and she wanted to thank me. She gave me her number. I'll give her a call in a day or two and we'll get together. Nice girl. She looks like a good fuck, maybe a steady fuck-buddy. You never know." 

Ken and Lora went to take a shower and I heated the Thai food. It wasn't very good, but it was edible. 

Two days later, I left a voicemail for Carley. She called back an hour later. 

"What are you doing Saturday?" she asked.

"No plans. What do you have in mind?"

"I'm house-sitting for my parents. They have a big place in Sebastian with a pool and I'm inviting some people over. We'll swim, do some grilling, the usual." 

"That sounds good. Text me the address and what time to be there. Should I bring anything?" 

"Bring anything you want grilled and your drinks."

"I'll be there."

Saturday morning, I got to Sebastian about 10:30 and found the place easily. There was a sign taped to the front door saying to come around the back. The back yard was huge and looked out on the Indian River. There was a large, free-form pool and an enormous propane grill. 

Carley saw me looking around and came over. She was naked and looked even better than I remembered. "Let's get your stuff in the cooler. You can leave your clothes anywhere."

There was a line of coolers and I stuffed my food and a bottle of wine into one of them. I added a six-pack of beer to the community cooler. I dropped my clothes inside next to a chair. 

Carley hugged me. She'd been in the sun and felt nice and warm. I started to get hard. Carley took my dick in her hand and squeezed it. "I'll get to this later. Right now I want you to meet some of my friends." 

There were three guys and four girls there already. Carley introduced me. One of the girls was a tall redhead named Dianne with medium-length straight hair, large, obviously fake boobs and a well-trimmed bush. She was talking to a short black girl named Keesha who couldn't have weighed more than 90 lbs. Keesha had small breasts, a tiny waist and was completely shaved. She was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. I wanted to put her in a shoebox and take her home. 

The other two girls were in the pool. One, a good-looking blond, was standing in the pool sucking a guy who was sitting on the side drinking a beer. The other one, a skinny, hard looking dark haired girl who was covered with tattoos, was in waist-deep water holding onto the side of the pool while a stocky black man fucked her from the rear. The guy had one hand around her, rubbing her clit. As we watched, she came. At least I think she came. She didn't make a sound and only the agonized expression on her face gave her away. 

"I'll introduce you later," Carley said.

We walked back toward the house. "I brought a nice red Zinfandel," I said. "Would you like a glass?" 

"Sure," she said. "I've never tried red Zin, just white." 

There were wine glasses in the kitchen. I poured us each a glass and we touched them together. 

"What are we toasting?" Carley asked.

"Each other. I think you and I are going to have some good times."

She took a sip of wine. "I like this. It has a different taste."

She took another sip. "I liked your taste the other day when you came in my mouth. It was a little salty, but still nice. I could taste you for hours." 

"I never got the chance to taste you," I said. "Remember, I told you I want to go down on you. You have a beautiful pussy. I want to lick you and suck your clit. I want to make you cum. Repeatedly. In fact, I'd like to do it right now." 

Carley took another sip of wine and set her glass down. She put her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. She kissed me with her mouth open. She looked into my eyes. "I hope you can eat pussy as well as you can kiss."

I set my glass on an end table. Carley took my hand and led me into a bedroom. We didn't bother to close the door. 

We stood holding each other and kissing for several minutes, each of us touching the other's body. My hard-on slipped between her legs. I held her ass and rubbed the upper side of my cock against her slit. She was wet. She moaned into my mouth as she rubbed her clit against me. 

Carley broke the kiss and leaned back. "I can't wait to fuck you. I want to feel you inside me. But right now I want to feel your mouth on me."

She sat on the side of the bed and lay back with her legs apart. I took a pillow off the bed and placed it on the rug. Kneeling down, her pussy was right in front of me. It was open and wet and it smelled clean and slightly musky. 

I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and kissed the insides, moving from one to the other. I worked my way toward her center, softly kissing and licking. I was waiting for her to raise her hips, searching for my mouth and soon she did. I licked along where her inner thighs met her pussy, moving clockwise over her pussy in one direction and under it in the other. She began breathing harder and humped her hips, trying to follow my mouth. As I passed under her pussy on the next circuit, I licked slowly straight up her slit. She groaned and pushed against my mouth. Licking up and down a few times, I pressed my lips against her and pushed my tongue into her as far as I could. I heard a gasp and felt her hands on my head, holding me tight. Running my tongue up and down inside of her brought another groan and pressure from her hands urging me upwards. 

Carley's clit was easy to find. She was excited and her clit had popped out of its hiding place. I licked around it a few times in one direction, then reversed and licked the other way. Then I sucked it between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. I heard a groan and a gasp and suddenly Carley was much wetter. She'd cum very quickly. 

I slid two fingers into her and pumped them in and out with increasing speed as I sucked and tongued her clit. She held my head tight with her hands and humped against my mouth. She came again and then again in less than a minute. She pushed my head away.

"Stop, stop, no more," she gasped. "Give me a minute. God, that was ...... ahaaaa!"

I left my fingers inside her and reached up with my other hand to caress her breasts. When I felt her move her hips, I resumed stroking inside her. She was still breathing hard. I licked her slit again, moving slowly and staying away from her clit. Her whole body shook. 


"Just like that. Keep doing that. Ahaaa, I'm going to cum again. Ahaaa, ahaaa, don't stop, ahaaa, uhhhh!!" She came and her body went rigid. I didn't stop. She held her breath and shivered several times. Wetness ran down my chin and dripped on the sheet. 

Finally, she pushed me away, gasped and took some deep breaths. I pulled my fingers out of her and sat back on my heels. I kissed her inner thighs and the inside of her knees. Her breathing slowed.

I climbed onto the bed and lay next to her, caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. The smile on her face was all I needed to know that I'd given her what she wanted. 

"Wow," said a female voice from the doorway.  The black girl, Keesha and the redhead, Dianne were standing there. Carley and I grinned at them. 


Carley Ch. 01



"I wish I had a video of that," Keesha said. She bounced over to the bed and flopped beside me. Dianne followed more slowly, her oversized tits leading the way. She lay down next to Carley. 

"How long have you two been watching?" asked Carley.

"Long enough to get wet," answered Dianne.

Keesha rolled to her knees. "Yeah, check this out!" She grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs. She was wet, alright. I pushed two fingers into her. Her vagina was tight. Everything about her was small except her personality. "Is this the guy you sucked off in Target?" she asked Carley.

"Yeah. He was just returning the favor." 

Keesha wrapped her hand around my erect penis. We smiled at each other. I moved my fingers inside her as she stroked me. 

"Gotta pee," said Carley. She headed for the bathroom. 

Dianne moved over next to me and put her hand on my balls. "Have you two fucked yet?" she asked.

"No. We'll get to it in a while." 

Dianne leaned down and Keesha fed my cock into her mouth. Flat on my back, I put my hands behind my head and watched. The tall redhead and the short black girl were taking turns sucking me when Carley came back into the room. She crawled up between my legs and joined in. I've been sucked by multiple girls before and it's always a lot of fun. 

The girls sucked and licked me for several minutes. I was very hard and thoroughly enjoying myself when Carley smiled at me and asked, "How about it? Do you wanna fuck?" I nodded.

Carley moved up and positioned her pussy over my cock. Dianne reached between Carley's legs and got me lined up. Carley lowered herself onto me. She was still very wet and I went in easily. 

I fondled Carley's breasts and tweaked her nipples. She rested her hands on my chest and moved up and down slowly. Keesha massaged Carley's clit while Dianne stroked my balls. This was turning out to be an outstanding day. 

Carley's movements sped up and became more urgent. She leaned forward and Keesha increased pressure on her clit. I watched Carley's face contort. She grunted and gasped and came. I wanted to join her, but it was too soon. I knew I had a long afternoon ahead of me. I flexed hard and managed to control myself. 

"Whoooo!" Carley said. She rolled of me. "I need a break. I'm all shaky." 

Keesha didn't hesitate for a second. "My turn," she yelled and swung her leg over me. She grabbed my cock and used it to rub her slit. She was very tight and it took her several tries to get me inside. Once I was in, she started humping enthusiastically. She sat up straight and masturbated herself rapidly. I held onto her waist. Staying inside her was a challenge. She was using me as a fuck toy without any regard for my pleasure. I was disappointed, but what the hell. It was fun watching her get off, which she did three times in the next ten minutes. 

When Keesha was finished, she hopped off me and went into the bathroom without a word. I decided I didn't want to take her home after all. 

Carley had watched the whole performance. She shook her head. "That girl needs to work on her people skills!"

I'd lost some of my erection. Dianne used a handful of wipes to clean me up. When she was satisfied, she lowered her mouth over me and soon I was hard again. 

Carley and I kissed while Dianne went down on me. Carley lifted her head. "Do the two of you want to fuck?" she asked Dianne. "I want to feel Jack cum inside me, but there's no hurry. It's almost time to start grilling and we can fuck again after lunch." 

"Well," said Dianne, "it's about time somebody got this poor guy off. He's given you a bunch of orgasms and put up with Keesha's shit." She moved to the middle of the bed, lay down on her back and spread her legs. "I'm ready," she said. "Come into me." 

I crawled between her legs and pressed my erection against her lips. She was ready, all right. I slid in a couple of inches on the first thrust. Dianne put her hands on my ass and pulled me all the way into her. She was a big girl, almost my height and in great shape. She was more muscular than she looked. After Keesha, though, her pussy seemed loose. Then she tightened up and squeezed me. Her strength was amazing. My eyes opened wide and my cock jerked. Dianne laughed. 

"Didn't expect that, did you?" She laughed again. I could feel her laugh through the walls of her vagina as she gripped me. "Fuck me!" 

We fucked, with me flexing my cock and her clamping down on me. The combination of friction and clamping was very stimulating and I had to keep stopping so I wouldn't lose control. Dianne was enjoying the hell out of our game. Carley watched with a broad smile on her face. She knew Dianne and knew what was going on. 

Dianne pushed me out of her pussy. "Fuck my tits," she said. "Carley, do you have any lube?" Carley opened a drawer in the nightstand and took out a bottle. She handed it to Dianne, who popped the cap and squirted some between her breasts. I sat astride Dianne's ribcage and laid my cock between her boobs. They were ridiculously big and unusually firm. She pushed them together with my cock trapped between them. I began humping her tits. 

I wasn't surprised that she wanted me to do this. I've fucked a lot of girls with fake boobs and they all wanted me to pay attention to them. They've invested a lot of money in the things and expect guys to appreciate them.

"God," I said. "Your tits are really firm. They're fantastic!" Dianne grinned and I winked at Carley, who just managed to stifle a laugh. 

I fucked Dianne's boobs for a while, but titty fucking doesn't do much for me. Dianne, on the other hand, was having a great time. She seemed to think I was going to cum from the joy of fucking her big fake tits and splatter her face with cum. The feeling of sliding between her breasts was alright, but the position wasn't very comfortable and I'd rather cum in a pussy or a mouth any day. 

Carley could tell what I was thinking. She set the box of wipes next to my leg and waited. I slid out from between Dianne's boobs and started wiping her off. "I want to finish fucking you," I said. Dianne looked a little disappointed, but she opened her legs and let me slide inside her. 

It felt much better in her pussy. We picked up our game where we'd left off. I reached between us and rubbed Dianne's clit with a circular motion. That did the trick and she came twice in the next five minutes. 

Finally, I thought, it's my turn. "Get up and lean over the bed," I said. "I want to fuck you from behind and finish inside you." 

Dianne stood next to the bed and assumed the position. I entered her and started fucking her, setting my own pace. I reached around and played with her breasts to keep her happy. Carley knelt next to me and watched me fuck Dianne. She cupped and caressed my balls. She had a good, close-up view of my cock and Dianne's pussy. 

I was long past being ready for an orgasm. It only took a few more minutes for me to get there. Dianne clamped down, held me tight and I came hard. After fucking and being sucked by three women for well over an hour, my orgasm was so strong it almost hurt. When I was finished cumming, I pulled out of Dianne and sat down hard on the bed. I was dizzy. Carley handed Dianne some wipes and knelt between my legs to clean me. She had some wipes, but she sucked me into her mouth and licked me. I was almost too sensitive for that. 

Dianne went to the bathroom and I heard her peeing. Carley gently sucked and licked me. It felt very good and I was surprised to find myself getting hard again. Carley noticed. She squatted down, looked into my eyes and sucked a little harder. "Jesus," I said. "That feels so good. I almost think I could cum again." 

Carley smiled. "What do you think, Jack? Would you like a quick blowjob?" 

I nodded. "I'll stand up this time."

Carley moved back to give me room to stand. I stood with my feet apart so she'd be able to get to my balls easily. She pushed my cock against my belly and licked my balls. I love having my balls licked and I sighed with pleasure. "That's good," I said. "Do that some more." 

I clasped my hands behind my back and watched her lick me for a few minutes. "Suck me now. Lots of tongue. Yeah. Perfect." 

I was really hard. Something about Carley definitely turned me on. I've fucked dozens of better looking girls, but there was something about her ......

I could feel my orgasm approaching. "Carley," I whispered. She stopped and looked at me. "I want to fuck you now. I want to be inside you. I want to cum inside you." 

Her smile was something I'd never seen before. There was emotion there. She was touched by what I'd said. "How do you want me?" she asked.

"Face to face. Just relax and let me fuck you. There's nothing better I could ask for." 

Carley lay in the middle of the bed on her back. She held out her arms and her legs were open for me. When I slid into her it felt fantastic, better than the first time.  

I fucked her with a slow, steady pace. We kissed. Unlike so many girls, she kept her eyes open when she was fucking. "Keep your eyes open," I whispered. "I want to look into your eyes when I cum inside you." She smiled and nodded. 

The walls of her vagina felt wonderful. I felt the familiar tingle start up the backs of my thighs. 

"I'm going to cum. You feel so good. You feel perfect. Ahaaa, yessss. Ahaaa, ahaaa, ahaaa!!!" 

I was looking into her eyes when I came. I saw something new there. I wasn't sure what it was, but I liked it. 

When I was finished, we kissed for a few minutes and I eased out of her. Neither of us said anything. We cleaned up and headed out to the back yard.

To be continued ......



Carley Ch. 02



I'd brought a steak marinated in olive oil and a pre-baked potato, both wrapped in foil. The grill was hot. I set the steak where it would cook and the potato where it would get hot. I refilled our wine glasses and Carley and I sat at the picnic table. 

More people had arrived. The stocky black guy, George and two other guys whose names I didn't catch were sitting at the table along with Dianne and a girl named Ruth who would have been ordinary looking if not for her enhanced bosom and total lack of hair. She was bald, but it seemed to fit her. Next to her was the skinny, dark haired, hard looking girl from the pool. Her name was Kay and she had more tattoos than I'd ever seen on anyone. Her arms and back were totally covered. The front of her torso was nothing more than a billboard screaming, "FUCK ME!!!" The theme was a cross between Goth and porno. 

Kay saw me sitting next to Carley. "Who's this?" she asked.

"Kay, this is Jack. I just met him last week." 

"How're you doing?" I said. 

I had a big smile on my face and Kay asked, "What's the grin for?"

"Your name reminded of an old story. Back in the late 1940s, a pair of song writers decided to play a joke on some record producers and disc jockeys. They wrote a song and got it recorded by a well-known band. The name of the song was, 'If You See Kay'. People all over the country started calling radio stations and requesting it. It took weeks for the DJs to figure out they'd been had."

George laughed. "That's funny. 'If You See Kay'. 'F. U. C. K.' You couldn't say 'fuck' on the radio 60 years ago. Pretty clever."

"I looked it up," I said. "True story."

Kay saw me checking out her tattoos. "Do you like 'em?"

"They're fascinating," I said. 

George snorted. "You mean they're bizarre. It's okay. She knows they're bizarre. She likes it that way." 

Kay laughed. "Yeah, that's right. I'm a bizarre person. You see, I'm a nympho sex addict." She laughed again. 

I grinned. "I don't think I've met a nympho sex addict before. What are your symptoms?" 

"Well, it's pretty simple. I'll fuck anyone, anywhere, anytime in any position in any hole. If you don't smell bad or have toadstools growing on your body, I'll do you. 

Do you have any toadstools?"

"I haven't checked lately, but I don't think so."

"Then I'll do you," she laughed. "Do you want to do me?"

"Maybe later," I said. It was hard to tell if she was kidding, but I didn't think she was. 

I got up to unwrap my steak so it would get brown. The potato was hot enough and I moved it to a cooler place on the grill. 

George got two plates and fixed two hotdogs. He opened one of the coolers and removed a couple of beers. He sat next to Dianne and gave her a beer and one of the hotdogs.

I took a minute to get my daily dose of 2mg of Cialas out of my shorts and swallow it with a half glass of water. 

When I got back to the table, a new guy named T.D. was sitting next to Kay and carefully tracing the outlines of the tattoos on her breasts with his fingertips. Kay held his penis in her hand and leaned over to whisper in his ear. He smiled and they got up and walked over to one of the large mats near the pool. Kay dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock. 

The conversation turned to basketball. I couldn't care less about the stick-and-ball games, so I tuned it out. Carley and I talked about the usual things; where did you grow up, what do you do for a living, what do you do for fun, etc. Our food was ready. I refilled our glasses and we talked as we ate. 

When we finished eating it was hot. We dropped our paper plates in the trash and jumped in the pool to cool off. 

Kay and T.D. were still at it. Kay was on her hands and knees and T.D. was fucking her in the ass. Kay's face was screwed up in an ugly grimace, which I interpreted as pleasure. T.D. was fucking her hard and grunting loudly. He came in her ass, making quite a lot of noise. 

I paddled over to Carley. "What do you think of anal?" I asked.

"I don't like it," she said. "I'll do it if a guy really wants to, but it doesn't feel good at all."

"I agree," I said. "I love fucking a girl in her pussy in just about any position. I really love oral sex. I love eating a girl and feeling her cum against my mouth and tongue. I love cumming in a girl's mouth. It's so personal."

"I know what you mean," she said.  She was quiet for a minute. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"When I was blowing you before lunch, you asked me to stop. You wanted to fuck me and cum inside me. You said you wanted to look into my eyes when you came. Why was that?"

"I'm not sure. I guess it's because I'm really starting to like you. I wanted that connection of seeing your eyes and your expression when I came in you."

"What did you see? Was it what you expected?"

"I'm not sure what I saw. I know I liked seeing it. Whatever it was, I'd love to see it again."

Carley was quiet for a minute. "I liked it, too. I liked the way you were looking at me. When you came, it was intense. I can always feel when a guy cums in me. When you came it was different somehow. I mean, I could feel you pulse inside me and I could feel your warm cum. I'm used to that. I don't know. It just felt different."

She sighed. "You really were good at eating me. I don't think I ever came so fast from oral. Your tongue on my clit really set me off. And when you were licking my lips...." She paused. "Usually I need my clit licked and sucked to get me off. After I came that way the first three times, you did it again without touching my clit at all!"

"I had a real good time going down on you," I said. "As I said, I love getting a girl off that way. You're good a letting me know what you want. Some girls seem to think a guy automatically knows what she needs. You moved your hips and my head and told me what you wanted. That makes it a lot more enjoyable."

We were standing close in waist-deep water. She reached out and put her hand on my balls. "You like having your balls licked and stroked, don't you?"

I put my hands on her shoulders and she stroked me with both hands. "Yeah, I do. It's part of most of my sexual fantasies." 

She smiled. "What do you fanaticize about? What are your top three fantasies?"

I thought about it. "I guess my number one fantasy is going down on a girl and making her cum. I don't know why that turns me on so much, but it does. I like getting handjobs and blowjobs in the shower. There's something about the water running and being close in the small space. I like slow blowjobs. I like being teased and finally cumming hard in a girl's mouth. I like it when she has my cock pointed down a little so I can see her eyes and mouth when I cum. I don't care if she swallows, but I want to see my cock in her mouth. I want to see her eyes. For some reason, that makes it much better."

Carley was still stroking my balls. I had an erection. I moved my hands from her shoulders to her face. "What do you fanaticize about?"

"It's not always the same," she said. "I went through a phase where I only wanted to be fucked from behind. I'd dream about it. I'd cum in my dream and wake up wet. Then for a while I wanted to be fucked from behind while sucking another guy off. That doesn't really work too well. The guy fucking me makes it hard to do a good job with the guy I'm sucking. When I cum, it's distracting. When either of the guys cum, it's distracting."

She thought for a moment. "Lately, I like missionary or on our sides with the guy rubbing my clit. If he's not too tall, he can suck my nipples while we fuck. The combination of having my clit rubbed and my nipples sucked gives me really strong orgasms."

Carley moved one hand to my penis and stroked me. "Talking like this is getting me turned on. I want you again."

I moved my hands to her breasts. "Mmmmm. You have such a nice touch. I want you, too."

"But we'll have to wait. Ruth heard about you from Dianne. She wants to try you out. It wouldn't be polite for me to keep you to myself. I know you'll like Ruth. She's got talent. Do you want to meet her?"

"Sure, why not? But I want you again before I leave." Carley's stroking was getting to me. "You'd better quit that or I'm going to cum right here in the pool." 

We climbed out and found Ruth talking to some guy whose name I couldn't remember. Carley waved to her.  

"Ruth, this is Jack. I told him you were interested."

"Hi," I said. "Glad to meet you."

"I can tell," Ruth laughed. Carley had given me a pretty respectable erection and I still had most of it.

I laughed. "At your service, miss. What is your wish?"

Carley interrupted. With a straight face, she said, "Jack told me he likes fucking and getting head in the shower. Maybe you can let him wash your hair." 

The bald girl laughed. "I'll let him wash anything he wants to. There's a bonus if he finds any hair." 

Ruth took my hand and led me inside to the master bathroom. There was no one in the shower. "It's hot out there," Ruth said. "We could both probably use a shower." I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. We got under the spray. 

"How did you meet Carley?" asked Ruth.

"In Target. She sucked me off in the restroom."

"Oh yeah! I heard that story! Pretty cool! Let's get clean and I'll see if I can suck your cock as well as she did."

We soaped each other, having a good time teasing each other and getting familiar with our bodies. Washing her bald head was a kick. 

Her breasts were fake, but not too big. They must have been pretty good size to start with. Her nipples seemed especially sensitive. We washed the soap off and I sucked her nipples while finger-fucking her. She pressed my head against her chest. She humped against my hand and sighed. I couldn't tell whether she was going to cum or not. After a couple of minutes, she tensed, held her breath and sighed heavily. 

"That was nice," she said. She looked at my face and saw the questioning expression. "Yeah, I came. I'm not one of those girls who have great big orgasms. I wish I was, but I'm not. I can get off easily, but I usually don't cum hard. It's okay. I love sex. I can cum a lot. You'll see."

Ruth sat on the shower seat and pulled me to her. She slurped my half-erect penis into her mouth. Carley had been right. Ruth certainly did have talent. Her tongue danced around the head of my cock. I got hard quickly. 

I put my hands on Ruth's bald head (a strange feeling!) and guided her, controlling her speed so I didn't cum too fast. She really was exceptional at cocksucking. 

Ruth seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, so I let her continue for eight or ten minutes. I almost came a couple of times, but managed to keep myself under control. Finally, I pulled out with a pop! 

"Do you want me to go down on you," I asked, "or what?"

"Let's fuck," she said. She turned and bent over so the water was running down her back. 

I pushed two fingers into her from the back and made sure she was wet on the inside. Then I lined myself up and slid into her. 

Fucking a bald person from behind was a new experience for me. It looked so weird! But that was definitely a pussy I was fucking and one owned by a girl who knew how to use her muscles. I reached around and played with her breasts. They were much more convincing than Dianne's had been. I tweaked Ruth's nipples and fucked her steadily. She was right about being able to cum easily. Her orgasms came fast and frequently. They seemed to happen so often that it was hard to tell when one stopped and the next one started. Her wave crested constantly. Every orgasm brought another spasm that I could feel inside her. It was something I hadn't experienced before and I liked. I love making women cum. Ruth came, I swear, forty or fifty times in ten minutes. I was so interested in feeling her cum that it didn't occur to me to join her. I just wanted to see how long she'd go on. 

Her last orgasm was the strongest one. She took a deep breath, held it and exhaled several times, grunting with each exhalation. Then she relaxed and pulled off me. 

She sat on the shower seat and hugged me to her. There was nothing sexual in the hug, she just wanted some support, I think. Her forehead was against my stomach and my hard-on stuck out past her shoulder. After a couple of minutes, she sighed and sat back. 

"That was so good," she whispered. "Thank you. I don't get the chance to cum that much very often. Most guys cum before I get to the last ones. This time the last ones were earth-shaking." She took some deep breaths. 

"I owe you," she said. "Tell me what you want."

"A slow blowjob," I said. "Lots of tongue, but slow. Stroke my balls while you suck me. Lick my balls, too. I really like having my balls licked. I want to cum in your mouth."

Ruth smiled. "I can do that, all right." 

She slowly licked me from the base of my scrotum to the tip of my cock for a couple of minutes. Then she held my cock up against my stomach and licked my balls. She rubbed her thumb just under the head of my cock and licked me. I braced my hands on the shower walls and watched her. 

"That's good. Really good. Suck me now. Use your tongue. Slow. Yeah, like that. Fingertips on my balls. Yeah. Yeah."

I was loving this blowjob. Ruth was doing exactly what I wanted. Her pace was perfect. I didn't have to move or touch her at all. 

"When I cum, hold me in your mouth and suck hard. Keep stroking my balls. Stroke my shaft with your other hand. Don't stop after I cum. Keep going. Keep sucking and stroking. Yeah. That's it."

My orgasm crept up the backs of my legs and lit up my core. 

"Okay, pretty soon now." I leaned back. "Pull me down a little so I can see your mouth and your eyes. Perfect. I want to see your mouth when I cum. Don't open your mouth. Keep your lips around me and suck. Suck my cum out. Yeah. That's it. I'm gonna cum. Ahaaa, suck me! Ahaaa, I'm cumming! Yessss! Ahaaaa!!

I could see my cock throb as I pumped my load into Ruth's mouth. It looked terrific. She sucked hard and stroked me. My cum spurted into her mouth seven or eight times. She gulped and swallowed. 

I watched Ruth blow me for another minute before I took her head and stopped her. I kept her mouth on me and she licked and sucked me gently without moving her head. It felt wonderful.  

"That was perfect," I sighed. "I don't think I've ever had a better blowjob. I can't thank you enough."

"After what you did for me, it was the least I could do."  

I turned off the shower. There was a row of towels hanging next to the shower door and we dried each other off. 

Three more people had arrived when Ruth and I sent outside. There were four couples having sex on the mats by the pool. Ruth and I got beers and sat in the sun.

Kay was on her back, being vigorously fucked by one of the newcomers. No surprise there. 

Carley and another newcomer were sixty-nineing.  The guy looked like a marathon runner. Carley was on top. 

A chunky new girl was riding the guy Dianne had been blowing in the pool when I first got there. George squatted next to her holding a bottle of lube and said something to her. The chunky girl nodded and George went around behind her, squirted some lube on his erect penis and eased it into her ass. The girl seemed to cum almost immediately. 

"That," said Ruth, "is definitely not my thing! I can't cum from anal. Guys keep talking me into doing it, but it's uncomfortable for me. I can't get used to having a guy in my ass. I don't think I'll ever do it again." 

The girl being DPd came a couple more times, then the guy on the bottom came. He said something to the girl, who raised up and let him slither out from under her. The guy rolled into the pool and the girl lay down flat on her stomach. George stayed in her ass and kept pumping. 

Ruth laughed. "George sure does like ass." 

Dianne walked over and sat next to me.

Carley and the marathon runner were fucking missionary style. Carley came. After fucking her for a few more minutes, the guy pulled out and Carley jerked him off onto her breasts and stomach. When he was finished, they got up and jumped into the pool. 

Kay lay on her back, spread-eagled and unmoving with her eyes closed. The guy fucking her groaned and came inside her. He got up and walked toward the house. His cum ran out of Kay and pooled under her ass. He whistled at a young guy drinking a beer near the grill and jerked his thumb toward Kay. The kid set his beer down and hurried over to Kay. He had a long, thick erection. He got down between Kay's legs and shoved it into her. He grinned widely as he fucked her. Kay didn't open her eyes or respond to him at all. 

Dianne shook her head. "This is getting ridiculous. Kay jokes about fucking anyone, any time, etcetera, but she's out of control. She doesn't even know who's fucking her right now. She's almost been fired for taking too much "fuck time" at work. She told me the only reason she still has a job is because she lets her supervisor face-fuck her whenever he wants to. The guy's abusive. He gets too rough with her. She's going to get hurt."

"You're right," said Ruth. "There are guys who prey on girls like her. She'll do anything a guy tells her to. It's dangerous." 

The kid on top of Kay was fucking her fast and hard. "Yeah!" he yelled. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh yeah!" He slammed himself into her and came. Kay didn't move. 

Still grinning, the kid got up and walked back to where he'd left his beer. 

Without thinking, I got up and went to see if Kay was even conscious. Judging from the pool of cum under her ass, at least five or six guys must have cum in her and she hadn't moved. 

Ruth knelt next to her and shook her. "Kay! Are you alright? Kay!"

Kay opened her eyes. She looked at Ruth and Dianne, who was kneeling on the other side. She looked at me.

"Jack. That's your name, right? Jack. Fuck me Jack. I need a good fucking. Fuck me!" 

Ruth and Dianne pulled on her arms and got her into a sitting position. Dianne stood up and pulled Kay's arm. "Get up, Kay! Come on! You need a shower and something to drink." With Ruth's help, Dianne got Kay on her feet. They guided her into the house. I wasn't sure I should follow, but I did. 

Dianne tossed a micro fiber blanket on the sofa and Kay sat on it. The blanket was to protect the sofa from all the cum that was running out of Kay. Ruth got a glass of water and the girls sat on each side of Kay while she drank it. Under all the tattoos, Kay was pale. 

"Let's get you in the shower," said Ruth. She put her arm under Kay's armpit and tried to help her stand. Kay nodded dumbly. She hesitated, and then stood up. Ruth led her into the bathroom.

Carley walked in toweling her hair. "What's going on?"

"We have to call the sex addiction hotline," Dianne told her. "Kay's in a lot of trouble. She needs help. She was just laying there with her eyes closed while guys took turns fucking her. She didn't know or care who they were. Assholes!! Couldn't they tell what was going on?"

"You know how it is," said Carley. "Guys think with their dicks." She looked at me and smiled. "Well, not all guys." 

George came in. "What's going on with Kay? She was fucking a lot of guys out there. Actually, it looked like they were fucking her. That was a lot of fucking, even for Kay." 

Dianne nodded. "She's gone way over the line. She needs help. Do you know where her clothes are? I'm going to take her to the clinic."

"I'll drive." George got Kay's clothes and his own. He and Dianne got dressed. When Ruth brought Kay back, they got her dressed and led her out to George's car. 

Ruth went outside. Carley and I sat on the sofa. 

Carley ran a comb through her hair. "I'll bet that wasn't what you had in mind when you accepted my invitation." 

"No, not really. The rest of the day has been terrific, though."




Carley Ch. 02



"Did you have fun with Ruth?"

"Oh, yeah. You were right about her. We got along just fine. Who was that guy you were fucking a while ago?"

"That's Dean. He's on the Single Stage to Orbit team at the Cape. Nice guy."

"I'm surprised I haven't met him. I do a lot of consulting with those guys. He must be in the pneudraulics section. I don't deal with them very often. He looks like a serious runner."

"Yeah, he runs every day." She laughed. "He has lots of stamina!"

I put my arm around Carley and caressed her nipples. "I love your breasts. They're perfect. I love the puffy nipples." I licked and sucked them. 

"I used to wish my nipples weren't so big, but guys seem to like them. That feels good."

Carley touched my face and kissed me. "Will you stay here with me tonight?"

"I was hoping you'd ask. I have my shaving kit in the car." 

"Good. In the meantime, I have to be a good hostess. There are two guys I invited that I haven't fucked yet. It's almost 4:30 and I'm closing this party down at 6:00."

"Do the 'two guys' include that kid who was fucking Kay?"

"Hell no!! That's T.D.'s younger brother. The kid just turned eighteen. He's got a big dick and thinks it makes him king of the world. He's an asshole. T.D. shouldn't have brought him. Most of the women are staying away from him. I'm not fucking T.D., either. He won't be coming to any more of my parties." 

She kissed me again and left me sitting there with an erection. 

I went to take a long overdue leak. When I got back outside, it was hot. Everyone was either in the pool or sitting in the shade. The mats next to the pool had gotten too hot to lie on and someone had dragged them under the trees. I got a beer.

Carley was on her back on an air mattress in the shallow end of the pool. She had her legs wrapped around the waist of a tall blond guy I didn't know. He was standing at the end of the air mattress fondling Carley's breasts and fucking her slowly. They were talking, but I was too far away to hear.

The chunky girl who'd been DPing earlier came over to where I was standing. 

"I'm Brenda. Are you Jack?"


"That's me."

"I thought I recognized you. I work in the e-control lab at the Cape. I sat in on one of your presentations last fall."

"Oh, yeah! I remember your face. I never saw you naked before."

"I'm looking for a couple of guys for a DP. Interested?"

"No, thanks. I'm not into anal and feeling another guy in a girl's ass when I'm in her pussy kinda gives me the willies."

She looked disappointed. "I guess I'll have to settle for a straight fuck. How's that sound?"

"Yeah, sure. Where do you want to do it?"

"How about in the pool? I like fucking in the water."

We got into the pool and she led me to the middle. We were in four feet of water. 

"Let's touch a little," she said. "Tell me what you like."

"I usually like it slow. Lots of touching. Teasing." I ran my hands over her body. She may have looked chunky, but she was very firm. Her breasts had hardly any sag. There was hard muscle everywhere. "You're in terrific shape." 

"So are you. You have great shoulders. Your back is so wide and your waist is so small." She sighed. "I wish I could lose twenty-five pounds or so. Both my parents are built like I am. I work out a lot, of course. Everyone does. If you let yourself get fat you'll never get laid, unless it's with another fatty."

"Well, you sure aren't fat. Your abs and breasts are firm as hell." I reached around and felt her ass. "Your ass is hard as a rock." 

Brenda had been touching and squeezing my upper body. Now she moved her hands to my ass, cock and balls. "You're getting hard. You feel good. Touch me."

I knew what she meant. I caressed her pussy and slipped a finger inside. She squeezed my cock a little harder and pushed out her chest. I bent and sucked her nipples. She let go of my cock and leaned back as I sucked her breasts and fingered her. She sighed. 

"How do you want to do this?" I asked.

"I'll wrap my legs around your waist and hang onto your neck. We can kiss while we fuck each other."

Brenda put her hands on my shoulders and boosted herself up. She wrapped her legs around me. I reached between us, rubbed my cock against her lips and slid into her. She squeezed me and held my cock tight for a moment. 

I smiled. "You have muscles everywhere." 

I held her ass and she rocked her hips. She was good at using her inner muscles. We kissed and fucked for nearly fifteen minutes. Brenda hadn't cum and I was starting to wonder if I was doing something wrong. 

Brenda whispered in my ear, "Touch my clit. I'm ready to cum. Rub my clit."

I took my left hand off her ass and slid it between us. I found her clit and started rubbing. She held me tight and buried her face against my neck. She was breathing hard. 

Suddenly, she hugged me even tighter and gasped. 

"Mmmmm, yes, yes, ahaaa. Don't stop. Uhhhh. Mmmmm."  

I could feel her inner muscles spasm. She relaxed her grip on my neck and leaned back. She had a big smile on her face. 

"That was nice. Very nice. It's hard for me to cum with only one cock in me, but that was fine." She kissed me. "Now it's your turn. How do you want to finish?" 

"I'll sit on the side of the pool and you can blow me. I'd like that."

"Okay." 

She let go with her legs and I pulled out of her. We made our way to the side of the pool. I climbed up on the side and sat facing her. 

"Anything special you want me to do?" 

"Well, I'd like you to go slow and caress my balls. I want to cum in your mouth. I don't care if you swallow, but don't stop until I tell you to. I like being sucked after I cum."

"Okay."

Brenda was a nice girl, but her blowjob skills could stand some work. Still, there's no such thing as a bad blowjob. I had to keep telling her to go easy on my balls and to slow down. In the end, she gave me a good orgasm. When I came in her mouth, she sucked hard and didn't stop until I told her I was through. I asked her to suck me for a few more minutes while my erection faded. She did, although I don't think her heart was in it. 

Brenda stayed in the pool. I flopped down on a mat in the shade next to Ruth. She had her eyes closed and I thought she might be napping. She opened her eyes and smiled.

"How was Brenda?"

"Alright. She seems to like DP more than fucking just one guy. I managed to get her off, though." I put my hand on Ruth's arm. "You're much better at giving head. Brenda doesn't take suggestions very well." 

"Let me guess; you wanted her to go slow, stroke your balls and let you cum in her mouth. Am I right?"

I laughed. "Exactly. She did okay. I had a good orgasm. 'Course. I can't remember having a bad orgasm!" We laughed.

Carley came out of the house with a pissed-off expression on her face. She saw Ruth and me and came over. She sat next to me.

"What are you so mad about?" I asked.

"I just threw T.D. and his asshole brother Bob out of the house. Jason, too." She looked at me. "You didn't meet Jason, did you? He's the guy who was fucking Kay before Bob got to her. He tried to tell me Kay was fine when he was doing her. What bullshit! Both of them might as well have been fucking a corpse! Assholes!!"

Carley was really steamed and I didn't blame her. 

"Any word on Kay?" I asked.

"Not yet. Dianne called and said they were next in line to see a doctor. Kay wanted to leave, but she didn't try very hard. She knows she needs help."

Carley leaned over and kissed me. "What have you been up to?" 

"I had a little fuck and suck with Brenda. Nothing special."

"I'll bet. She's not your type at all. She almost never does just one guy at a time. Did she want you to fuck her in the ass?"

"Nope. I told her I wasn't into anal and she didn't push it. We fucked in the pool and she got off. Then she blew me. She has a lot to learn about sucking cock." 

People started coming over and saying their goodbyes. Carley stood up, hugged and kissed them and a little after 6:00 she and I and Ruth were alone. 

Ruth got up. "I'd better be going, too. I had a really good time. I guess you're going to stay here tonight, Jack?"

I stood up and hugged her. "That's the plan. I enjoyed meeting you. Thanks again for the blowjob. It was outstanding!"

"I'll leave my number in your pants pocket. I'd like to spend the night with you some time. I'll bet we could sixty-nine for hours!"

Ruth kissed and hugged Carley and went inside to dress. 

To be continued .....



Carley Ch. 03



Carley and I stood in the shade, holding each other and talking quietly for a while. We kissed and pressed together. I held her ass and pushed my erection between her legs. 

"Do you want to fuck right now?" she asked. "I'm hungry and I need to clean up this mess."

"No hurry. We have all night. Kiss me a little more and stroke me. I love your touch."

She kissed me and stroked my cock and balls. I'd had quite a few orgasms, but I had no trouble getting hard in her hand. 

"Ooookay! You'd better stop. I need to save this for later." 

We policed up the trash and bagged it. I dragged the mats into a shed and stacked the chairs against the house. I got my shaving kit out of the car.

We went inside. Carley adjusted the A/C down a degree or two. 

There was cold pizza in the refrigerator. We heated it in the microwave and sat in the family room to eat. 

Carley turned on the TV and found a reality show that consisted entirely of college kids having sex in their dorms. Three girls were alternating between eating each other and using vibrators and dildos. They were all very good looking and seemed to be in fine physical condition. 

Carley's cell phone rang and she took it in the kitchen. 

On the reality show, five guys came in, bringing three more girls with them. The six girls sucked and fucked the five guys for the last half hour of the show. No one did anything I hadn't seen a million times before, but it was pretty entertaining. All the guys were careful to jerk off onto the girls' boobs or faces so the cameras could get good cumshots. In my opinion, that's pretty stupid. I mean, let's face it. If you have a girl who's willing to let you cum in her mouth or her pussy, why the hell would you masturbate? If you want to cum on her body, at least have her give you a handjob. Jerking yourself off makes no sense at all. 

Carley came back and sat next to me. "That was Dianne. Kay was dehydrated and emotionally wrung out. They gave her I.V. fluids and put her on Paxil and something else I never heard of. They'll keep her overnight and then she'll be on outpatient therapy. We'll have to keep an eye on her."

Carley switched through some movie channels, but there wasn't much on. 

"I'm going to take a shower and brush my teeth," she said. 

"I'll join you if that's all right."

"Of course. You don't have to ask. 

We soaped and teased each other. By bending my legs, I could lie down on the floor of the shower and Carley knelt over my face. I ate her to two strong orgasms. After the second one, her legs started to cramp and she got up.

"Do you want a blowjob or a handjob? You said that's what you like in the shower." 

"I'd like you to suck me a little bit, but I don't want to cum yet. I want you in bed. I want us to make love slowly in bed."

"Make love? That's an expression you don't hear much. Everybody just says 'fuck'." She smiled. "It sounds nice, though. I'd like to make love with you." 

Carley sat on the shower seat and sucked me for five minutes or so. She did everything slowly and gently. I watched her mouth on me. When I felt my orgasm approaching, I stopped her.

"That's enough for now."

We dried off and brushed our teeth. I needed a shave and took time to remove the stubble. Carley turned out the lights in the main part of the house. In the bedroom, she threw back the bedspread and top sheet and lay down. I lay next to her. 

"This was a good day," I said. "You throw good parties. Lots of sex, no screaming matches or fights. Nobody got drunk and threw up on anybody. Just people having fun. Even Kay's meltdown didn't spoil it." 

"I don't get a chance to have parties very often, at least not on this scale. I live alone in a nice apartment in Suntree. It's only big enough for five or six couples. There are too many retired people in the homeowner's association and they've banned sex in the community pool area. That puts a damper on what my guests can do."

Carley held my face and kissed me. "Touch me. Kiss me. Make love to me."

We lay face to face on our sides, kissing and masturbating each other. Carley kissed my neck and worked her way down. She swung around so we could sixty-nine. 

Still on our sides, Carley lifted her leg so I could go down on her. She let me get into a comfortable position before she started sucking and licking me. I slid two fingers into her and sucked her clit. My cock was in her mouth and I could feel her moan. I moved my tongue in circles around her clit. She was very wet. After ten minutes or so, as I fingered and tongued her, she took her mouth off me and arched her back. I felt her hold her breath. She exhaled sharply. Her pussy tightened on my fingers and she came. I sucked her clit and flicked it with my tongue. She came again. I reached one of her breasts with my left hand and pulled on her nipple. I fingered her a little harder, sucked a little harder and she came a third time. 

Carley pushed my head away and sat up. "Okay, okay. Holy shit! I have to stop for a minute. Jesus! That was so goddamn fucking good! I came so fucking hard I think I passed out for a second there."

She looked at my erection. "Sorry I had to stop sucking you. I couldn't help it. I just had to go with what you were doing to me." 

"Hey, I didn't mind. That was one hell of a lot of fun! Making you cum like that is better than cumming myself. Don't apologize! Any time you want me to get you off like that, just tell me."

Carley lay down again so we were face to face. We kissed and held each other. 

"I want you to cum," she whispered. "Anything you want. I want you to feel what I just felt." 

"Raise your leg and put me inside you. I want to look at you and feel you around me."

She guided me into her. I leaned back and looked at her body. Her firm breasts were beautiful and her nipples were hard. 

"You have a wonderful body. I love looking at you." I looked into her face. "Your eyes are so expressive."

"Are you going to look into my eyes and cum inside me?"

"Yes." I rolled her onto her back and supported myself on my elbows. I began pumping slowly in and out of her. "This is going to be really good. I can tell. I'm going to cum hard."

"Do you want me to touch your balls?"

"No. Squeeze me as I move inside you. That's it. Perfect. Ahhh, that's so good."

I fucked her slowly for several minutes. 

"You're getting bigger," Carley whispered. "I can feel it. I want to feel you cum. I want to feel your warm cum."

"Not much longer. I'm almost ready. You feel fantastic." I shifted my weight to my right elbow and touched her breasts with my left hand. "That's so good. I love the way you're squeezing me. I love moving inside you this way." I was getting very close. "Am I talking too much?"

"No. Your voice sounds nice. Do whatever makes you feel best."

"I'm going to cum. Look into my eyes and tell me what you feel when I cum inside you."

Carley smiled. "I'm ready. You feel so hard. I can feel you swelling up. I can feel you pulse in me. Ahhhh, you're cumming! I can feel your cum shooting into me. It's warm. It's so warm! You're still cumming. Still cumming! I love the look on your face! God, that's good! Oh, fuck! I'm going to cum! Just a little more! Don't stop! Ahhh, ahhhhh!!"

I quickly moved my hand from her breasts to her clit and rubbed hard. I bent my head down and sucked her left nipple. Carley bucked and thrashed. My cock spasmed another three or four times, just from watching her. Her head whipped back and forth. She gasped and moaned. 

I kept stroking inside her and rubbing her clit. She took my wrist and pulled my hand away. 

"Oh fuck! Oh shit! I'm so sorry! I fucked it up for you! It was going so well, then I saw the way you were looking at me and it just set me off! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She looked like she was going to cry.

"No, no, it's fine! When you came I wasn't expecting it and that made it better for me. Your pussy tightened up and I got a few more squirts, just from feeling that."

I stroked inside her and kissed her. "I don't want to stop. You still feel so damned good! That was wonderful. It was all I could have hoped for."

We kissed. My erection faded and I slipped out of her. 

I handed Carley a couple of tissues. She pushed them against herself to avoid having a wet spot on the bed. I went into the bathroom to take a piss. 

Later, we lay on the bed in the dark. "That was a hell of an ending to the day," I said.

"I hope so. I'm really sorry about losing control the way I did. Something about the way you were looking at me ..... I don't know what it was. It got to me somehow."

"I think I know what you mean. I've fucked a whole lot of different girls, some because I liked them and some just to get off. When you offered to blow me last week, I didn't think much about it. Just another pretty girl. Just another blowjob. Nothing special." 

I paused. I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. "It turned out to be special, though. Usually, having sex with a girl is impersonal. It's like shaking hands. You fuck and you go on your way. No big deal. It's different with you. It doesn't feel the same. It's very personal. I like it. A lot."

"It's personal, all right. I like it, too. It'll be interesting to see where this goes."

We drifted off to sleep. 

Sometime during the night, I became aware of Carley. We were both on our right sides, spooning, with me behind her. I had an erection and it was pressed against her ass. I shifted a little and pushed myself between her legs, right against her pussy. Carley stirred and reached down with her hand. She pushed me against her. I moved my left hand to her right breast and squeezed it. I rubbed her nipple with my thumb. She sighed. 

She raised her left leg and caressed my penis. I pulled back a little and tried to push myself into her. She helped me and the head of my cock slid in. We both moaned. 

It took half a minute for me to get completely inside her. She drew up her legs and I shifted my position so I could get all the way in. I stroked her clit with the fingers of my left hand and she caressed my sac. Neither of us said anything. 

Carley's breathing quickened. So did mine. We fucked that way for fifteen minutes or so before I could feel that Carley was going to cum. I was ready. When I felt her orgasm start, I let go and we came together. 

Carley was sleeping when I got up the next morning. I took a shower and went to see what there was for breakfast. I found some eggs and made a couple of fried egg sandwiches. I'd just finished when Carley walked into the kitchen. She was naked, of course. She looked spectacular.

"You look spectacular!" I said. 

"You don't have to give me complements to get me into bed, you know!" She kissed me. "Did you make breakfast?" 

"Yeah, I can fry eggs and put them between slices of bread. I'm an engineer, after all!"

Carley took a bite of sandwich. "What are your plans for today?"

"I have a presentation at the Cape tomorrow morning. There are a few things I need to tweak and it'll take me five or six hours. I promised to take my sister to dinner, too. I have to get going pretty soon."

"I was hoping we could spend the day together."

"Me too. But I have to go. Sorry. I promise we'll get together again, soon. That is, if you want to."

"Are you fucking kidding me? If you don't call me I'm going to stalk you!!" Carley looked surprised at what she'd said. "Jesus, where did that come from?"

I grinned at her. "I think I might know. At least I hope so."

Carley pointed to a big leather chair near the patio doors. "Sit over there and I'll suck you off while you finish your sandwich."

I flopped in the chair. Carley knelt on the rug between my knees. 

"Eat slow," she said. "This is going to take a while."

She was right. 

To be continued ......



Carley Ch. 04



When I started this story, I only intended to do one short chapter, showing the effect one accidental discovery could have on society. As Larry Niven said, "Everything starts as somebody's daydream". This was one daydream I thought was interesting enough to share. 

The story has grown larger than I'd expected, but once your characters start to talk on their own, all you can do is sit back and write down what they say.

This chapter has some sex, of course, but it's mostly character development. 

*****

The Tuesday morning after Carley's party, I gave her a call. 

"I have good news and bad news. The bad news is, I have to go to Houston for ten days. I'm leaving tomorrow. The good news is, Lora and I have family business in Milan and I'd like you to go with us. I'll pay for everything. 

"Milan? Italy? When are you going?"

"Two weeks from this Friday. We're catching the Air France redeye to Paris and a connecting flight to Milan. We'll be there through the next Tuesday, and then we're going to take the bullet train to Venice. It's one of my favorite towns and Lora's never seen it. We'll be there for four days and fly home. Can you get the time off?"

"Yeah, there's nothing heavy going on at work that I can't get cleared up by then. I'd love to go!"

"Great! Don't pack any clothes. Lora and I will be stuck in meetings for two days and you can shop in Milan. They're supposed to have terrific stores. I'll give you a wheelbarrow full of Euros and you can go crazy."

"Are you sure? I love to shop. I could spend a lot of money in a place like Milan."

"It's no problem. Family money. We're selling some property in Milan and we're making a pretty fair profit. You'll see when we get there."

"Okay, I'll go. Text me the details so I can get my vacation time cleared at work."

"On the way."

We hung up. "She's going with us."

"Unggg," mumbled Lora. It was hard for her to talk with my penis in her mouth. 

My sister lay on her side on the sofa with her head in my lap, sucking me. I held her head with my left hand and fingered her with my right. Lora loves being finger-fucked while she sucks cock. Everyone has their little sexual proclivities and that's one of hers. 

I stroked her G-spot with two fingers and rubbed her clit with the back of my thumb. We'd done this at least a thousand times and I knew how she liked it. Lora rolled face up on my knees and I bent to kiss her. She moaned into my mouth and shivered. Her pussy humped against my hand as she came. 

I sat up and caressed her breasts with my left hand. I smiled and fingered her a little harder.

"One more," she gasped. "Please, one more!" 

"Cum for me," I said. "I love to watch you cum."

Lora put her head back and closed her eyes. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, fuckfuckfuckfuck, ahhhhh!!" 

Lora finished cumming and I pulled my fingers out of her. "That looked pretty good."

"Good, yeah! You always make me cum so hard when you do that. Should I finish sucking you off?"

"No. Why don't you sit on my lap and we'll fuck."

Lora swung her leg over and sat on my erection. She reached behind her and stroked my sac. We kissed and talked and touched each other. 

"That feels good," I said. "I'm going to cum pretty soon. Do you want to cum again?"

"No, I'm okay. You go ahead." 

"Alright. Here we go. Yeah, that's good. Ummmm, yeah. Ahhh, that's so good! Yessss!"

She squeezed me and my cock throbbed, shooting my load into her. 

It's always nice fucking my sister. She's only 16 months younger than I am and we'd been doing this a long time. We'd practiced oral sex on each other before going down on our friends. As virgins, we'd fucked for the first time in her room at home. We've been having sex in one form or another since we were kids. It's familiar territory for us. We each know exactly what the other wants and enjoys. 

I understand that fucking your sister used to be frowned upon. It was even illegal! Not anymore. We don't talk about it much to other people, but we certainly don't try to hide it. Why should we? It's not like we're going to get married and raise a bunch of six-fingered kids!

Lora climbed off and gave me a kiss. She headed for the shower. "Love you," she called over her shoulder." "Mean it!" 

Friday morning two weeks later, Carley drove up my driveway and parked under the portico. I walked out to meet her. She got out of her car and looked around.

"Jesus!" she said. "This is your house?"

I have to admit it's pretty impressive the first time you see it. It has 7200 square feet with four large master suites and one real master suite that's twice as big as the others. 

"Yeah. Gimme your bag and I'll show you the inside."

I carried her bag through the front door. 


"Holy Jesus fucking Christ on a hat rack!" Carley was looking up at the 28 foot ceiling of the entry way. She looked at me in amazement. "What the fuck! You didn't tell me you were rich!"

"You didn't ask," I said reasonably. "How do you expect to learn stuff if you don't ask?" 

She punched me hard on the arm. "Smartass!"

I showed Carley around. The tour ended in my bedroom, which had a deck that looked out over the back yard and the Banana River beyond. When we walked out onto the deck, Lora was sunbathing nude on an air mattress in the pool. 

Carley looked at the view and whistled. "That's one hell of a pool! And is that a tennis court? You have a goddamned tennis court?"

"Yeah. It was there when I moved in. I don't play much, but some of my friends use it."

She whistled again. "You didn't build this place?"

"No, I bought it three years ago. The guy who built it was an investment banker who got caught doing some things the SEC didn't approve of. The Feds froze most of his money and he had to sell this house. I got a good deal."

"Damn!" 

Carley pointed to the small flats boat hanging at my dock. "I'm surprised you don't have a freaking yacht parked back there."

"No way! I've seen too many people buy big boats. They take them out every weekend for a couple of months, then every other weekend, then every few months, then the boats sit at the dock for years. One of my neighbors has a 56 footer that's been tied up since I moved in. He decorates it for Christmas. I use the little boat for fishing around here. If I want to go out in the ocean, I'll just charter something."

"Well yeah, of course," she said softly. "You just charter something. What the fuck was I thinking, anyway?" 

I yelled at Lora to get her ass in gear. She climbed out of the pool and trotted toward the house. 

We went back outside and I opened the right-hand garage door. Carley pulled her car inside. She got out and looked at the other cars parked in there. 

"You have a Ferrari?" she said. "And what's that thing?"

"It's a 1967 Toyota Land Cruiser," I said. "It was made when the Land Cruiser was an actual off-road vehicle, not a luxury SUV. I think they made it from war-surplus Japanese tank parts. The damned thing will go anywhere. Of course, it gets eight miles per gallon and has a suspension system like a skateboard. I paid $300 for it and $29,000 to get it restored the way I wanted. It's terrible on the highway, but fun around town. You wouldn't believe how much trouble it was to get a modern V6 with a decent A/C unit installed. Getting the A/C ducts in was a nightmare. The original seats were horrible. I had them replaced with the seats from a Lexus SUV." 

An hour later, we loaded our bags into the "limo" I'd hired, which was nothing but a Honda minivan, and hit the road for the Orlando airport. 

Check-in was boring and routine. We boarded the plane and took our seats in first class. 

Carley looked around. "You didn't say we were going first class," she said. "I guess I should have known." 

We had three seats together all the way forward on the port side. Lora insisted on the window seat. Carley took the isle and I sat between them. The flight attendant brought us Champaign and took our lunch orders. The plane rolled out and took off. Lora hadn't flown much and kept her nose against the window. I was a frequent flyer and paid no attention to what was going on outside. Carley and I talked and sipped our Champaign. By the time we'd reached cruising altitude and lunch arrived, we'd had two glasses each and Carley had a bad case of the giggles. 

The flight attendants brought us more wine with the meal. After they removed our trays, I reclined my seat and dozed. 

An hour later, I woke up. Lora was reading a thick science-fiction novel. There was nothing but a sea of clouds outside her window. Carley was flipping through channels on the in-flight TV.

"I'm bored," Carley said. "There's nothing to see, there's nothing on TV and I don't feel like reading."

I kissed her and squeezed her right breast. "We could always fool around. They don't have anyplace to fuck on the plane unless you want to use one of the bathrooms, but kissing and touching are allowed and long as you don't disturb the other passengers."

Lora put her book down and leaned over. "What are you guys up to?"

"Carley's bored and I'm horny. We were contemplating a little lightweight sexual activity."

Lora grinned. "That sounds like fun." She signaled a flight attendant. "Could we have a privacy curtain, please?"

The female flight attendant clipped one end of a dark red curtain to a hook on the wall in front of us and the other end to a short rod attached to the back of Carley's seat. Anyone sitting behind us could still look between the seats and see what we were doing, but other passengers seated near us couldn't see a thing. I folded the arm rests and we all reclined our seats.

"Okay," said Lora, "everybody get your pants off!" 


I spent the next 45 minutes kissing and fingering my seatmates. They each had three orgasms. Lora had a lot of trouble staying quiet. She's usually very noisy when she cums. We were all laughing by the time she was finished. 

Lora sighed. "Well, I'm not bored, that's for sure." She looked at Carley. "Want to play a game?"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?" 

"It goes like this: We take turns sucking Jack. One minute intervals. Whoever gets him to cum in her mouth wins."

"Ooooh, that sounds like fun! Who keeps time?"

"Give me a second," Lora said. She set my TV to Paris time, which displayed a large clock face with a sweep second hand. "We'll use the time on the TV. When the second hand hits twelve, we switch."

"Okay," said Carley. "You start."

Lora leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. She didn't move. No lips, no tongue, no sucking, no nothin'. 

Carley was watching her closely. She looked at me. "What's she doing?"

"Not a damn thing," I answered. 

"Lora, you're supposed to be sucking him. That's the game. Imitating a dead carp is against the rules!" 

Lora spit me out, laughing. She checked the clock and laughed again. "Your turn!"

Carley rolled her eyes and bent down. She paid strict attention to the rules. By the time Lora's turn came again, I was very hard.

The girls sucked me enthusiastically for eleven minutes. Toward the end of her last minute, Lora really had me going. Just as she pulled her mouth off me, I started to cum. Carley had been watching my face and was ready. The second Lora let go of me, Carley clamped her mouth on me. She sucked hard and my cum spurted onto her tongue. 

"Ahhh, yes! Ummmm, so good! Ahhh!"

"Hey, no fair!" said Lora. "I'm the one who got him off! I should be the winner!"

"Nope, sorry," I gasped. "You set the rules. 'Whoever gets him to cum in her mouth wins.' That's what you said. I came in Carley's mouth. It felt really fucking great, too!"

Carley was trying to laugh and swallow the last of my cum at the same time. I cracked up. 


We heard a feminine "Um humm" from the other side of the privacy curtain. Our flight attendant's smiling face appeared, followed by a hand holding a covered silver serving dish. Her other hand removed the cover, revealing three warm damp towels. That's first class service for you! We used the towels to clean up. I made a mental note to tip this woman before we deplaned. 

The rest of the flight was uneventful. The crew served dinner at 8PM Eastern time and they turned down the lights as soon as the trays were collected. We passed on the offered drinks, knowing that booze would interfere with our sleep. We inserted our earplugs, stretched out in our blankets and slept fitfully.

Six hours later, they woke us up and fed us a nice breakfast. When we landed, it was just after 8AM in Paris and just after 2AM in Orlando. Our bodies were confused and unhappy. Getting to our connecting flight was dumb luck. The flight attendants guided us to our seats and we fell asleep immediately.

We stumbled off the plane in Milan and stood, dazed, at the luggage carousel until our suitcases came around. As usual in Italy, clearing customs involved nothing more than getting our passports stamped by a middle aged gentleman who waved us toward the main terminal. 

Inside the terminal, I noticed a young man holding a card with my last name on it. He loaded our bags onto a small cart and led us outside. There was a Mercedes S-Class estate car double-parked at the curb with the motor running. We climbed in, the young guy put our bags in the trunk and the driver took off for the hotel. 

I wasn't surprised to see our driver talking on one cell phone while texting on another, shifting gears and driving rapidly through the crazy mid-afternoon Milan traffic. He managed to keep one hand on the steering wheel most of the time. 

Three miles from the hotel, I pointed out Carley's window. "That's the place."


"What place?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

"That's the place we're selling.


"You mean that castle? Seriously?

"Yeah. It was built in the early 16th century by one of the Medici families. They had more money than they knew what to do with, so each family was constantly trying to one-up all the others. You'll see what I mean when we go through the Doges' Palace in Venice. Anyway, by the 1970s it was in bad shape. My parents and an Italian partner bought it when I was a little kid. They renovated it and turned it into luxury condos for the super-rich. The condos are unbelievable. Most of the original artwork, frescos and the incredible ceilings were retained. There's more gold leaf in there than you'd believe."

Carley looked at me with her mouth open. She didn't say anything.

Lora was snoring softly when we pulled up in front of the hotel. A bellman took our luggage and we went directly to our room. 

I tipped the bellman 10 Euro and he left. Carley was walking around. "Shit," she said. "I could get used to this." 

The room was a "triple suite" with a large sitting room and two bedrooms, each containing a King bed. The bathroom was enormous for a European hotel. It had a shower-slash-tub that was actually big enough for two adult humans. There was even a separate tub with Jacuzzi jets. 

"I've stayed here before," I told Carley. "Actually, I've stayed in this room before. It's very comfortable and quiet." 

We all felt like warmed-over shit. Carley tried watching an Italian game show, but she didn't speak Italian, not that it would have made much difference. A bunch of elderly women who might have been able to sing and dance forty years ago performed truly awful routines and were rated by the audience. I connected my laptop to the hotel's wi-fi, checked my e-mail and surfed my favorite forums. Lora sat on the balcony, looking out over the city and nodding off. 

I ordered dinner from room service and we were all in bed by 9:30PM.

I woke up between the girls. It was light outside. It took me a while to process that fact and check my watch. My watch said 8:12. I tried to remember if I'd set it to local time. I had. Hummm.

I had to pee. I carefully slid out from under the covers and climbed over Carley. She opened her eyes just as my dick was passing over her face.

"Oh, shit no! Get that thing away from me, you psychopath! What the fuck time is it, anyway?" 

"Quarter after eight," I whispered. "We slept eleven hours."

"Can't be! It feels like the middle of the night!"

"It is. It's 2:15 in the morning at home. You're jetlagged. You're going to feel shitty today. Tomorrow will be much better, you'll see."

I took a piss and got into the shower. Carley came into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. 

"Ordinarily, I'd get in there with you, but I don't think I could concentrate long enough to do anything interesting." 

Carley was still sitting on the pot when I got out. She got into the shower and stood there with water running over her head while I shaved. 

Lora was sitting on the side of the bed when I came out of the bathroom. 

"Oooh, crap. I forgot how much I hate jetlag. I feel like I'm looking at the world through four feet of wet cotton." 

Eventually, we were all showered and dressed. We got some brunch in the hotel dining room and I got the keys to my Golf GTI rental car from the concierge. I showed Carley some of the more interesting sights in Milan, concentrating on the best shopping areas. Her enthusiasm was somewhat muted by jetlag. Lora sat in the back seat and made no comment. I took time to make a stop at a bank where I had an account. 

We had a nice dinner, listened to some street musicians and wandered around. Sleep was strongly indicated, so we headed back to the room.

"Carley," I said. "Before we crash, I have something for you. When you're shopping the next two days, you'll need this."

I handed her a large billfold containing 10,000 Euro. She riffled through it. 

"What the fuck? This is like $14,000! Surely you're not giving me fourteen grand for walking around money!"

"Yeah, I am," I said. "And don't call me Shirley!" 

Carley blinked and burst into laughter. "Who are you, Leslie Neilson?" 

She sat down. "How am I supposed to carry this kind of money around? I'll get robbed and murdered before I go ten feet!" 

"No, you won't. We'll lock half of it in the safe. Divide the rest into five parts and stash it in your purse. Don't flash it all at once. Besides that, there'll be two women with you all the time you're out. They'll look like ordinary shoppers, but if anyone tries anything, they'll take care of it."

Carley looked at me bug-eyed. I held up my hand before she could speak. 

"Believe me, you won't have any problems. The area you'll be in is very safe and the women are professionals. They know what you look like and they'll pick you up in the lobby when you go out. They'll drive you wherever you want to go. They won't bother you at all. Just ignore them. That's what they expect. I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Holy motherfucking bodyguard, Batman," Carley mumbled. "What the hell kind of movie did I wander into?" 

The three of us showered and crawled into bed. Lora lay on her back and spread her legs.

"If you want to fuck me, go ahead. I'm too wiped out to care." 

I turned to Carley. "I want to give this a try. Get me hard and we'll see if she means it."

Carley climbed on top of me in 69 position. She sucked me and played with my balls while I fingered her and sucked her clit. She came in less than three minutes. I rolled her off of me and knelt between Lora's legs. 

Lora was, in fact, pretty damn dry. I went down on her for a few minutes. When she was ready, I pushed my cock into her. I gave her a couple of slow, gentle strokes and then began pounding away like a maniac. Carley screamed with laughter. 

Lora stubbornly refused to react. I gave it to her hard for another few minutes and then pulled out. She sighed and began a low, phony snore. 

I rolled her onto her stomach, pulled her legs apart and entered her from the rear. I fucked her seemingly lifeless body for about five minutes. Carley lay on her back and masturbated while she watched me. 




Carley Ch. 04



Strangely, I was beginning to enjoy fucking a girl who wouldn't react, no matter what I did. I could do anything! Think of the possibilities!

I rolled Lora onto her back and pushed her knees up to her shoulders. I slid into her and fucked her hard. 

Finally, she stared to twitch. Her breathing deepened. She moaned. Her vaginal muscles squeezed me. She panted. She squinted her eyes and opened her mouth. 

"Ahaaa, damnit! Uhhhh, you bastard! Fuckfuckfuck! Ahaaa!!" 

She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her as far as I would go. I felt her cum.

"Ha, ha, gotcha!" I crowed. "I made you cum! Who's your daddy!!"

I pulled out and flopped on my back. I slapped her butt. "Now you can sleep!!"

Lora gave me the finger. She struggled to her feet and wobbled into the bathroom. I heard her pee. 

I turned to Carley. "How're you doing?" 

Carley had two fingers of her right hand in her pussy and was rubbing her clit with her left. As I watched, she came hard. 

"Uhhhh! That was hot!" she panted. "I don't know why, but it was."

Carley rolled on top of me and we kissed. 

She smiled. "Let me get you off and we can go to sleep."

I reached between us and guided my cock inside her. We kissed and fucked each other gently. Lora got back into bed and turned on her side. She seemed to fall asleep.

Carley lay with her full weight on me. She held my face with both hands and kissed me. I held her ass. My orgasm crept over me slowly. Carley's muscles tightened on me and that was the push I needed to put me over. I moaned into her mouth, savoring the wonderful feeling as my cum shot into her. 

Carley kissed me as my erection faded. When I slipped out of her, she broke our kiss and smiled. 

"I'm going to sleep now," she whispered. "You get to sleep on the wet spot!" 

I was beyond caring. 

I was dreaming the next morning when I became aware of a soft "Bong, Bong, Bong".

Lora reached toward the night stand and slapped at something. She finally picked up the phone and brought it to her face.

"Murph!" she said. "Si, thank you for the call." She hung up.

"Fucking wakeup call. It's 7:30. Shit. Meeting's at 10:00. Shit!"

I had to take a wicked piss. I pushed Lora onto the floor and waddled to the bathroom. Lora made it to the doorway and leaned against the door frame. "I'm gonna get you for that shit last night," she said. "Just you fucking wait!"

"Hey, you're the one who told me to fuck you. You said you didn't care. Anyway, your challenge was a threat to my world-renowned masculinity. I had to protect my reputation."

"Oh, fuck you! You're a goddamned legend in your own mind. Now get your ass off that toilet or I'll pee in your shoes!"

"No need to get nasty. There's another bathroom in the other bedroom, you know."

We showered and got dressed. Carley was sleeping face down with a pillow over her head. I shook her shoulder. 

"Go 'way!"

"We're leaving. Be back about 4:30 or 5:00."

"Go 'way!!"

Lora and I ate breakfast in the hotel restaurant and drove to the lawyers' office. Working out the final details of the sale and signing papers was fantastically boring. Lora passed the time flirting and playing footsie with one of the junior partners. When we broke for lunch, they left together. 

I had lunch with our Italian partner, then stopped in a shop and bought a very plain, red silk chemise for Carley. It had almost no seams to detract from the look of the body of the woman wearing it. 

When we started the afternoon session, Lora and her new friend looked a tad disheveled. We nailed down the final sale price by 3:00. Arrangements were made for the transfer of funds and we adjourned at 3:50. 

Lora pulled me aside. "I'm spending the night with Guido."

"Seriously? His name is 'Guido'?" 

"Yeah. What's wrong with 'Guido'? I like him. He's married and his wife likes to watch him fuck other women. It should be fun!"

"Okay," I said. "Keep your phone turned on."

I drove back to the hotel. Carley wasn't in the room, but there was a line of packages along the wall, apparently delivered by the stores where she'd been shopping. I took a shower and changed into sweats. I was taking a little nap when Carley came in.

"Oh, good! You're early!" She had a bellman with her, carrying over a dozen bags. She had him dump them on the bed. Carley caught my eye and gave me a look that told me she didn't know how much to tip the guy. I held up ten fingers. She passed him a 10 Euro note. He thanked her and left, closing the door behind him. 

"Wow!" she said. "I never had so much fun in my life! The stores are incredible. You don't see this stuff at home, at least not where I shop!"

I kissed her. "I'm glad you had fun. How's the money holding up?" 

Carley looked a little guilty. "I had to come back to the room and raid the safe after lunch. I spent over 7,000 Euro today! It's so weird! The bills are all different sizes and colors. It's like spending Monopoly money. I felt like I was spending imaginary money and getting real stuff!"

She sighed. "I won't spend any more of your money tomorrow. I don't feel right about spending what I did today."

"Don't worry about it. We sold that old building for 51.6 million Euro. That's just over 72 million dollars. After the lawyers are paid, Lora and I will split 79% of that, or almost 57 million bucks. I don't think your shopping spree could make a significant dent in that!"

Carley sat down on the floor. "You're fucking with me, right? You're making over 28 million dollars? That's what you called 'a pretty fair profit'? Twenty-eight million fucking dollars? You? The nice guy I blew in Target?"

"Yep! That's me. Is that going to be a problem?"

"Oh, no! Shit no! It's just a shock. I've never fucked a millionaire before."

"Carley, I was a millionaire when I came in your mouth in Target. I've been a millionaire since I turned eighteen and my trust fund kicked in."

"Why do you work, then? I'd think you'd just play all the time. You do your own shopping in Target?"

"I like my work. I'm a consultant, so I have a lot of control over my time. I like to think I'm contributing to the space program. I do my own shopping because I don't want other people knowing my house, my schedule and stuff like that."

Carley got up and sat on the bed. I sat next to her.

"Look, Carley, I know this'll take some getting used to. I don't usually tell people about my financial situation. I don't like the way they react. They either fawn all over me or try to get loans or gifts from me. Or they try to steal from me, which is worse. We haven't known each other very long, but I'm telling you all this because I really like you. I mean really. I'm hoping you won't freak out on me and get weird."

Carley looked at me. I could practically see the wheels turning. 

"Well, it's still you, isn't it? I guess it's still me, too. We're going to have to be careful. I don't want to find myself taking too much from you. I don't want to feel like I'm selling myself. I don't want to get lost in the money and everything it brings."

I kissed her. "We'll watch our steps." I kissed her again.

"Show me what you bought."

Carley hopped up and started ripping open packages. She looked like a kid on Christmas morning. 

"Where's Lora, anyway?"

"She's spending the night with one of the lawyers and his wife. She always meets interesting people. She'll have a good time."

Carley had bought quite a few clothes and some fairly good jewelry. I didn't say anything, but I planned to get the stones upgraded when we got home. 

I showed Carley the silk chemise I'd bought for her. She dropped her clothes on the floor and tried it on.

"I love the feel," she said. "It's so smooth."

She walked over to where I was sitting on the bed. She lifted my hands and placed them over her breasts. "Feel how smooth it is," she said softly.

I squeezed her breasts and rubbed her nipples. She felt so damned good through the silk. Her nipples were hard. 

Carley pulled my shirt over my head and slid my sweat pants off. She stroked my erection and kissed me. I ran my hands over her body.

"Keep this on," I said. "I love the way you look and feel."

Carley kissed my neck. She worked her way down across my chest and stomach. I scooted farther onto the bed and she took me in her mouth. Her lips and tongue were soft and gentle. I sighed. The feel of her mouth on me was exquisite. I closed my eyes. 

I felt the bed shift and Carley was gone. When I opened my eyes, she was holding one of her shopping bags.

"There's one thing I bought that I haven't shown you," she said softly. She reached into the bag and brought out four thick velvet ropes. Each had a padded handcuff attached to one end. Carley had a wicked smile on her face.

"Listen carefully. You are not to move or speak. You will do what I tell you. Relax your body and don't resist."

She snapped one of the handcuffs on my left wrist and tied the end of the rope to a post on the headboard. Then she tied my right wrist and both my ankles. I was tied, spread-eagled in the center of the King bed. Carley stood on the bed with one foot on each side of my waist, looking down at me.

"You told me you love eating girls and giving them orgasms. Now, you're going to show me."

She knelt over my face. She was still wearing the chemise I'd bought her. The sight of her body, bathed in red light coming through the silk was very erotic. She lowered her vagina onto my mouth. 

"I'll tell you what I want and I expect you to do as you're told. Lick my outer lips. Go slow. Tease me."

I did as I was told. 

One step at a time, Carley guided me through a series of licks, nibbles, sucks and tongue-fucking intended to bring her to orgasm. She held on to the headboard and moved her hips so that I could follow her instructions to the letter. 

Carley usually cums quickly from oral sex and this time was no exception. The chemise was covering my head, so I couldn't see her face, but from the sounds she made and the amount of wetness that poured out of her pussy, her first orgasm was a strong one. Gasping, she kept up a steady string of commands as she rode my face to one orgasm after another. 

One, two, three more times she came, accompanied by "ahaaa"s and "yessss"s and gasps and grunts. Wetness ran down the sides of my face and neck and soaked the bed.

"Again," she panted. "Again! Push your tongue into me all the way. All the way! Now move it up and down. Yes! Don't stop! Oh, fuck! Now suck my clit! Harder! Use your tongue! Yeah, yeah! Just like that! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahaaaaaaa!!"

Carley's fifth orgasm ended. She stayed where she was, breathing heavily. Without any instructions to follow, I continued to lick her as she moved against my mouth. 

She pulled herself to her feet. Her face was flushed. She looked very happy.

"If you enjoyed that," she said in a stern voice, "don't speak, just nod."

I nodded and smiled.

"Don't expect me to treat you this well all the time!"

Carley walked backward down my body and sat on my stomach. She used a hand towel from the night stand to wipe my face, neck and ears. She lay full length on me and looked into my eyes. My erection was sticking straight up, touching her slit.

"I'm going to ask you some questions. You may answer only 'yes' or 'no'. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Your penis is erect and is pressed against my vagina. Does that mean you wish to have sexual intercourse with me?"

"Yes."

"You've been inside me before. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to enjoy it again?" 

"Yes!!"

"Well, I don't know. That's asking a lot. I've already allowed you to give me some orgasms. If I let you fuck me, you might want other favors. That's a big chance for me to take."

Carley moved herself against me. She grinned. "Maybe just this once."

She sat up and lowered herself onto me. She held my cock inside her for a long moment. We stared into each other's eyes. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

Carley braced her hands on my chest and began moving slowly in the classic "cowgirl" position. She quickly sped up. Her pussy was very warm and wet. She glided over me effortlessly. 

"You are not to cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Lie still and don't cum. I'm going to allow you to give me another orgasm. Or two. Or more."

Carley's breasts bounced as she fucked me. Her erect nipples were plainly visible through the red silk. I controlled my breathing and stayed in control. 

"Do you like my pussy?" Carley whispered.

"Yes!"

"Do you like the way it feels against your cock?" 

"Yes!!"

"Do you like seeing me cum?"

"Yes!!"

"Alright. Then you may consider this my gift to you!" 

Carley threw her head back and I felt her spasm. Her orgasm was quickly followed by another and another. Maintaining control was nearly impossible, but I managed. 

Her breathing slowed. Carley lifted herself off of me. She stepped off the bed and turned to face me.

"You did well. My orgasms were entirely satisfactory and I'm happy you enjoyed them. I have one more gift for you. I'm going to perform oral sex on you and allow you to ejaculate into my mouth. I hope you appreciate what a huge sacrifice this is for me."

Carley playfully licked and sucked me, taking her time and teasing me until I couldn't hold still. 

"You may move if you wish. Don't make a sound."

She could tell I'd had all I could take. I was breathing like a long-distance runner. She rubbed her tongue hard on the underside of my cock and sucked for all she was worth. I thrust into her mouth and came. My cock pulsed and jumped. Carley deep throated me all the way and held her lips against the base of my cock as I spurted repeatedly into her throat. 

It was an outstanding goddamned orgasm. 

To be continued ........



Carley Ch. 05



For your information, the story about the mime is true, although it happened to me outside the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, not in Milan.  

*

Carley and I ate dinner in a restaurant I knew well. Afterwards, we walked through the nightclub district of Milan, people-watching and enjoying the street performers who worked the crowds. We drank wine sitting outside a couple of bars. Carley was happy and talkative. 

As we walked into one of the many plazas, I glanced to my right at a particularly ugly statue. Suddenly, a hand appeared, reaching for my right side at about belt level. At home, I always carry a handgun right there and I've practiced what are known as "retention" techniques to keep anyone from snatching my gun. I snapped my hand down across the back of the invading hand, got a good grip, bent my wrist back and turned to find myself holding a mime in a wrist lock. 

Apparently, this guy had snuck up behind me and was going to tickle me under the short ribs for the crowd's entertainment. Instead of succeeding with his planned joke, the joker ended up on one knee, in considerable pain. The crowd screamed with laughter. 

I eased up on the pressure. Slowly, I waggled my finger in the poor guy's face and shook my head, "no". The crowd clapped and cheered. I released the mime and stepped back. He got to his feet and, you have to give him credit, gave me a deep bow. 

Explaining to Carley why I'd assaulted a mine took a while.

Passing one of the many clubs that lined the street, I heard some fine jazz floating through the door. Carley looked inside. 

"It's a sex club," she said. "Everybody's naked in there."

"Have you ever been in one?" I asked.

Carley shook her head. "What are they like?"

"Let's go in and see!"

Just inside the door, there was a cashier and a locker room. I swiped my credit card in the machine to pay our cover charges and pushed my hand into a slot. The machine stamped the back of my hand with a barcode that could be read by the club's infrared laser scanners. Now I could buy drinks and food without having to carry my card around with me. After all, I wouldn't have any pockets in the club.

Carley and I hung our clothes in a vacant locker. I set the combination and locked it. 

In the main club area, I bought two glasses of wine and we worked our way to where we could see the main stage. Three girls were performing a hot lesbian act, taking turns eating and fingering each other and using a large strap-on. The girls were beautiful. The act was very erotic. Before long, my cock was sticking straight out.

I noticed a female voice to my left speaking French. The woman was a beautiful, tall, very pale ash blond with green eyes. She had a terrific figure. Her breasts were large with light pink nipples. They appeared to be completely natural. In her five inch heels, she was easily four inches taller than my six foot one. She looked like something out of a young boy's wet dream.

"Parlez-vous l'anglais?" I asked. 

She smiled down at me. "Yes, I speak English. Are you American?"

"Yes," I said, "but you are not French. Are you Swedish?" "You're close. I'm Finnish."

"I'm Jack. This is my friend Carley."

"I'm Marja." She indicated another blond beauty next to her. "This is my friend Juliette. She is from Cannes."

We exchanged cheek kisses. 

Marja pointed to my erection. "Do you like to watch girls fuck?"

"Yes. Very much."

"Juliette and I don't fuck men, but I think we'd have fun with your friend. If the two of you are interested, you could watch us." She stepped between Carley and me and put her hand on Carley's arm. "We could give you many wonderful orgasms!" 

Carley seemed a little taken aback. "Thanks for the offer, but not tonight."

"Very well. Bonne nuit."

The two blond goddesses melted into the crowd. 

Carley looked at me and laughed. 

"Too bad they're lesbians. I'll bet you'd have loved shooting off into that one!"

"Fuckin' A!" I said. "Are you sure you don't want 'many wonderful orgasms'?"

Carley punched my arm. "Girls are okay, but I prefer guys."

"How about the in-betweeners? Have you ever fucked a tranny?"

"Yeah, three or four of them. Chicks with dicks are more fun than I thought they'd be."

The lesbian act had finished and the stage reset. The lights came up and a female dwarf dressed in medieval peasant clothing ran onto the stage, pursued by a huge bodybuilder wearing a horned Viking helmet, a short, primitive leather skirt and rough leather boots. The giant chased the girl around the stage. She slipped through his legs and dodged around him, losing part of her clothes every time he got close to her. The next time she tried to dodge through his legs, he grabbed her by the hair and tore off the rest of her clothes. He held the girl in one massive hand and ripped off his skirt, revealing an erection that must have been nine or ten inches long and as big around as a beer bottle. 

The Viking held the naked girl up for the audience to see. Her vagina glistened in the lights. I whispered to Carley, "I'll bet she squirted a pint of lube in there before the show!" Carley laughed and nodded.

The giant threw the girl down on a mat covered with fake grass. He held her wrists above her head with one hand, forced her legs apart and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. The girl screamed and struggled. With one shove, the guy plunged four or five inches into her, withdrew and plunged into her again. She thrashed and cried for mercy. The Viking fucked her hard while the audience clapped and whistled.

As the pseudo-rape continued, the giant fucked the tiny girl in several positions. I noticed the guy didn't try to get more than six or seven inches of his cock into her. The girl's struggles diminished. Finally, he stood and held his helpless victim under her arms, both of them facing the audience. He lowered her onto his cock and jerked her up and down until he came with a shout. His first two spurts went into the girl, and then he lifted her off his cock and shot the rest of his load onto the stage. He held her high in triumph. His cum dripped out of her. 

The Viking set the girl down next to her ruined clothes. She reached into them and withdrew a Lilliputian dagger. The enormous man jumped back in horror and ran offstage, pursued by the tiny girl. The audience roared.

Laughing, I steered Carley to one of the bars and bought two more glasses of wine. There was a wide group sex mat on a knee-high platform opposite the stage. Fifteen or twenty couples and larger groups were spread out playing and having fun. Two women were accepting all comers in a gang-bang near the left side. A couple of oral sex daisy-chains were going. As one member came or got tired, there always seemed to be someone else to take his or her place. 

Other, smaller platforms were scattered throughout the club. Each of the platforms had a square post on or near it with shelves containing stacks of small towels for the patrons' comfort and convenience. Wet-wipe dispensers hung on the sides of the posts. Also close by were large blue tubs for soiled towels and smaller red tubs for soiled wipes. Every one of the platforms had at least one couple or group on it. The great majority of people were fairly young and in good shape, but a surprising number were in their 50s and 60s. Some were older. One older couple had apparently swapped partners with a couple in their early 20s. As we watched, the young guy pulled out of his partner, a woman who seemed to be about 70. He scrambled to his knees and the old woman inhaled his cock. He came in her mouth, calling out in a language I didn't recognize. 

"Do you see anyone you want?" I asked Carley.

"Not yet. I'm getting horny, though."

We skipped the next platform. It seemed to be designated as the one devoted to anal sex.

Carley bumped into a good-looking guy who had his arm around a pretty girl with long brown hair. She appeared to be too young for a club like this. She was no more than five feet tall and very thin with narrow hips. Her breasts were nice, though. 

"Sorry," said Carley.

"Ah," said the guy. "You are English?" 

"No, American."

"Ah, bueno! We are from Spain! Would you like to .... como se dice ... talk and be friends?"

"Sure," I said. "I'm Jack and this is Carley."

"I am Tomas. My friend is Lorita. Are you traveling together?"

"Yes," said Carley. "And you?"

Lorita spoke up. "We are both from Spain, but we met just yesterday on the street. We became friends. I stayed with Tomas last night." She smiled an innocent smile. "Tomas is a very good lover. We fucked many times!"

"May I ask," said Carley, "how old you are?"

"I have eighteen years and two weeks. I look younger, I know." She looked at me. "Do you like to fuck young girls?" 

"Yes, I do. Are you asking me to fuck you?"

Lorita smiled a wide, happy smile. "Yes, I would like to fuck with you. I love sex and I want to experience many men. It's different with each man. Each man feels different inside me. No two men fuck the same. Will you fuck with me?"

"Yes, I'd like that." 

Tomas had moved next to Carley. They had their arms around each other. 

"Go to it," Carley said. "I think Tomas and I will get along just fine." 

I drained the last of my wine and set the glass on a passing tray. 

Lorita and I found a vacant spot on the nearest mat. We lay side by side and kissed, exploring each other's bodies. She was very small. 

"Let's do the, uhhhh, sesenta y nueve. Do you understand?" she asked.

"No. Show me."

Lorita pushed me onto my hands and knees. She crawled under me and lay face up with her head pointing toward my feet. 

"Ah, you mean 'sixty-nine'!" I said. "Bueno!"

I positioned myself so she could reach me easily and took my first taste of her. She had a small pussy with thin lips and a light dusting of fine hair. Her inner lips didn't protrude at all. I felt her mouth on me and bent my head to reach her. I was over a foot taller than she was. It was not an insurmountable problem. 

As Lorita got more excited, her clitoris grew until it stuck out over an inch beyond her lips. I sucked and licked her. She moaned and wiggled her hips. I pushed my tongue into her and lapped her juices. She wiggled faster and humped against my mouth. 

Meanwhile, I was enjoying her attentions. She couldn't get more than three inches of me in her small mouth, but she was doing a really good job on those three inches. I was very hard. She was very wet. She took her mouth off me.

"We fuck now, yes?"

I swung around. "We fuck now absolutely!"

Lorita lay on her back and spread her legs so wide they made a straight line. I rubbed my cock against her and slid in an inch or so. She was seriously tight. I pulled out, thrust, and got another inch inside her. 

"I'm short down there," she warned me. "Be careful when you go in all the way."

I worked my way into her a bit at a time until I felt her cervix. That left me with over an inch of penis that wouldn't fit. I'd have to watch myself.

"Don't go any more," she said. "I'm sore from fucking Tomas and the others. You are bigger than they are. Don't hurt me."

"I'll be careful."

I pushed her legs together between mine to keep myself from going too deep. Because of the difference in our height, kissing wasn't going to work. Sucking her nipples was out of the question. I supported my weight on my left arm and used the fingers of my right hand on her clit. She wrapped both arms around my torso and pressed her face into my chest. 

Lorita moaned and panted. She was tight to start with. Having her legs together made her even tighter. As wet as she was, there was still more friction than I was used to and I had to fight for control. She began a high, keening sound that was interrupted only by gasps for breath. I was getting dangerously close to cumming. She held me tighter, shook violently and bit my chest. The bite didn't break the skin, but it sure took the edge off my pleasure. Not a bad thing under the circumstances. She relaxed a little and kissed my chest.

I pulled out of her and kissed her neck and breasts. Her face was flushed and she was trembling.

"Was that good?" I asked.

"Si, muy bueno. You fuck very well. I like your cock in me. Your touch was perfecto!"

"Good. Do you want to fuck doggie style?"

"Doggie? Yes! Doggie is very good!"

She got on her hands and knees. I maneuvered her to the side of the platform and stood on the floor behind her. As I slid into Lorita, someone sat down next to us. 

"Jack, hello," said Marja. "Who's your little friend?"

My original impression that Marja could be a little pushy was getting stronger.

"Marja, this is Lorita. We're busy right now, so ..."

Marja ignored me. "Let me help!"

She reached under Lorita and massaged the girl's clit. Lorita jumped and turned her head to see who was touching her. When she saw Marja, she smiled and nodded encouragingly. 

I began to suspect I was losing whatever control I might have had over the situation. 

Marja lay on her back and slithered under Lorita. She sucked Lorita's nipples and fondled her clit. Lorita bent her head to watch and sighed.

Lorita's breathing went from normal to deep to rapid. She pressed harder against me (or against Marja's fingers, I couldn't tell which) and wiggled her hips frantically. She came with a squeal. Together, Marja and I brought her to another orgasm before she lunged forward and fell on her side. 

"No more. I cannot fuck any more." She was breathing hard. "That was very good, but I hurt inside."

Marja hugged and kissed her. "It's alright. You rest now. You don't have to fuck if you don't want to." She looked into my bewildered face and winked.

"Jack, I'm sorry I interrupted your pleasure. Your friend is so irresistible that I couldn't help myself. I will let you fuck me if you wish, but you must not spill inside me. Do it on my body or in my mouth if you wish. I will spit it out."

"That's very kind of you, Marja. I accept."

"Good! If you will lie on your back, I will get on top."

"That would be good. You have a beautiful body and I want to look at you while I fuck you."

Marja's beauty was truly exceptional. She seemed to glow by her own light as she lay on the dark mat. 

"Do you mind if I touch you and kiss your body?"

"No. You are a good man. Touch and kiss me wherever you want."

Marja lay on her back. I moved between her legs and examined her vagina. She had a closely trimmed bush above her slit and no hair at all on her lips and ass. Her hair was so light colored that it was hard to tell until I verified it with my lips and tongue. 

Marja cautiously held my head. I licked her gently and she must have been reassured. Still, she kept her fingertips on me as I went down on her. 

I licked her pussy and sucked her lips and clit, going slowly. I was sure that getting all rough and macho wouldn't do me any good at all. Marja guided me with her fingers. I sucked her clit for several minutes and flicked it side-to-side with my tongue. She raised her butt off the mat and cried out in what I assumed was Finnish. I really hadn't expected to make her cum. I was pleased.

I gave Marja a few more light licks and moved up her body. Her breasts were amazingly firm. I sucked her nipples. She sighed and smiled at me.

"That's enough," she said softly. "I'll fuck you now."

I turned over on my back. Marja climbed on top of me, grasped my erection and slid herself over me. 

"I'm wet enough, I think. I will begin."

I reached between us and touched Marja's clit. She pushed my hand away. 

"Please, no. I must not orgasm with you inside me. I must not allow a man to orgasm inside me. I like you, but I cannot permit that. We fuck for your pleasure, not mine. Remember not to spill inside me." 

I've had worse offers.

Marja closed her eyes and fucked me. She didn't use her muscles on me at all. The walls of her vagina were smooth and very slippery. She wasn't particularly tight. She moved up and down on me at a steady, even pace. I was in no hurry to reach an orgasm. She was so damned lovely and I wanted this to last. I caressed her breasts and admired her fantastic face and body. 

Without warning, Juliette appeared at the edge of the platform. She said something to Marja in angry, rapid-fire French. Marja answered in a soothing tone. Juliette became even more upset. It was plain that she was pissed about Marja being on top of a man with his dick inside her. This, it seemed, was a serious violation of the lesbian code. 

Marja sat motionless on me and turned her full attention to Juliette. In a stern voice, she explained what she was doing and why. Juliette stepped back, crossed her arms and glared. She was literally tapping her foot as she waited impatiently for her friend to finish. 

Marja smiled apologetically. "She doesn't like what I'm doing with you. It's none of her business, though. I promised to fuck you and I will if you still want me."

"Yes, of course I want you. You're a beautiful woman and I like you very much. Being inside you gives me great pleasure. Please continue."

Marja resumed her movements. Having Juliette watching us, royally pissed, turned me on to a remarkable degree. Fuck you, I thought. Your friend gave me permission to use her for my pleasure, and I'm going to do it. You can damned well stand there and watch her fuck me. You can watch me cum. You can kiss my ass. 

Before long, I was feeling a little too good.

"Marja, I'm going to cum soon. I want to cum in your mouth, if you'll let me."

"Yes. Stand and I will do you with my mouth."

I stood up. Marja knelt in front of me. Marja's beautiful face and body had attracted a pretty fair crowd. She asked in Italian, "Does anyone have an empty glass?" Someone handed her a double old-fashioned glass. She set it on the mat next to her. 

Marja inspected my cock and kissed the head. She took me into her mouth and I felt her tongue start to move. Marja may have been a lesbian, but she knew what she was doing when it came to blowjobs. It wouldn't be long now.

"Marja, when I cum, keep going until I ask you to stop." 

She nodded.

I clasped my hands behind me and looked back and forth between Marja's elegant mouth and Juliette's enraged face. 

I was looking into Juliette's eyes when my cock pulsed and I shot my first streams into Marja's mouth. Juliette was astonished and infuriated. I loved it. 

When I finished cumming, I tapped Marja on the shoulder. "Okay, you can stop."

Marja picked up the glass next to her and spit into it. I thought Juliette would have a stroke. 

I stepped off the platform and offered Marja my hand. She took it and stepped down next to Juliette. Marja silently held the glass out to Juliette, who yelled something at her and stormed off into the crowd. 

Marja had a look of resignation on her face. "She'll get over it. She gets angry fast, but she soon forgives." She grinned at me. "I should have swallowed your seed. She would have been really annoyed at that!"

Marja put her hand on my arm and kissed me on the lips. "She could tell that I enjoyed doing that with you. I did enjoy it. Very few men have given me pleasure with their mouths. Thank you." She kissed me again and smiled. "No man has spilled inside me for years, but if we meet again, I will let you do that."

"Thank you, Marja. You're a fantastic woman. You've given me an experience I'll never forget. I hope we meet again."

Marja walked away through the crowd. 

Carley, Lorita and Tomas were sitting on the platform. With all the drama, I hadn't noticed them. 

Carley gave me a double thumbs-up. "Nice job, stud! You're then envy of every guy here. What's it feel like to fuck a Nordic goddess and blow your load in her mouth?"




Carley Ch. 05



"Oh, it was okay. Nothing special. Just another super-hot babe begging for my cock. I'm used to it."

We all laughed. 

Lorita got up and hugged me. "I'm sorry I had to stop. I had to rest and I am sore. I want to fuck with many men, but I guess I can't fuck them all today! Thank you for fucking with me. You are a good lover."

"Thank you, Lorita. I like your enthusiasm. You're very pretty. You have the tightest pussy I've ever felt."

She kissed me and Carley kissed Tomas. The Spanish couple wandered away.

"How was Tomas?" I asked.

"Oh, he was good!" said Carley. "He's terrific at eating pussy. He made me cum hard a bunch of times. I blew him for a while and then he wanted to do me in the ass."

"Did you let him?"

"Well, yeah, I did. I felt like I owed him for the oral. He's about average size, so it wasn't bad and he really wanted to. Lorita won't do anal. We did it standing up. I didn't cum, but I didn't expect to. He came in my ass. I actually liked the feeling when he came." She laughed. "Now I've got cum oozing out of my ass. Oh, well."

Carley touched my chest. "Where'd you get the bite mark?"

"From Lorita. Turns out she's a biter. I don't think she even knows she bit me."

I yawned. "Do you want to stay here a little longer or move on?"

"Let's go. It's getting late and I'm tired. What time do you have to get up in the morning?"

"About 7:30. We only have a few items left to go over. We'll be finished by lunch. Let's get our stuff." 

We got dressed and walked slowly back to the hotel. On the way, we held hands and often stopped to kiss and caress each other. 

In the room, we undressed and got into the shower. We soaped and touched each other, talking quietly. Carley turned her back to me and bent over. I entered her and we fucked very slowly. It was a nice way to wind down after the noisy crowd in the club. 

Carley came silently. I hugged her and whispered into her ear how good she felt. She raised herself on her toes and came again. I pulled out of her.

"Jerk me off," I whispered. "I want to cum on you. I want you to watch me cum."

Carley squirted some liquid soap onto her hands and rubbed them together until she had plenty of lather. She kissed me and stroked my cock and balls with her soapy hands. 

"Sit down. I don't want to cum on your face, but I want you to see me cum close up."

I put my hands on Carley's shoulders and she stroked me. I loved watching her hands on me. She looked intently at my cock. 

"That's it. Ahhh, that feels good. Mmmmm, yes! Almost there! Ahhhhh!"

Carley had a huge smile on her face. My cum splashed on her breasts and neck. She pumped me rapidly and I spurted onto her time after time. Her smile was like sunshine. 

After we'd turned out the lights, we lay facing each other. Carley held my face and we kissed.

"Jack?" she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"What's going on with us? Do you know?"

"I know it's something different. I'm almost afraid to try to put a name to it."

Carley kissed me again. "I'm very happy. I don't think I've ever been this happy."

"I know what you mean. It's not just the sex, either. I can't describe it."

We didn't talk for several moments. 

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"There's something I want you to do for me. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I want you to tie me down and fuck me. Use me any way you want. Do whatever turns you on. Anything at all. Will you do that for me?"

"Sure. I think I could really get into that!"

"Okay. Sleep now."

The next morning I arrived early for our last meeting with the lawyers and ran into Lora and Guido in the lobby. Lora was wearing a new dress. A diamond bracelet I'd never seen before was on her wrist. She kissed Guido on the cheek. "Go on up. I'll catch up to you." Guido got on the elevator. Lora and I sat on a sofa. She leaned back and closed her eyes for a minute.

"That was fun, but I'm beat. Guido's wife is kind of a bisexual freak. She likes watching Guido fuck other women and cum inside them. Then she likes to eat the creampie and get the women off. She's got serious skills." She yawned. "Guido's a damn machine. He fucked me three times and I blew him once. He fucked his wife, too, but he only came in me." She yawned again. "We didn't get much sleep. Between Guido fucking me and his wife going down on me I only slept a couple of hours." She smiled. "Man, that woman can eat pussy! If there's any trace of Guido's cum in there she just won't quit. I think I came a billion times!"

The meeting went fast and we were back in the hotel by 11:20. Carley wasn't around. Lora took a nap in the second bedroom while I went online and moved some money around. My investments were doing well. From what I saw, I was making enough to pay for our trip every 25 seconds. 

About a quarter after twelve, Carley walked in, trailed by a bellman carrying packages. 

"Well, I hope you're happy. I spent all your money and some of my own. I won't have to go shopping again for two years." She grinned. "Not that I'll let a little thing like that stop me!"

I tipped the bellman and kissed Carley. 

"Where's Lora?"

"Asleep in the other bedroom. Her new friend and his wife kept her up all night. They took turns with her and she's kinda worn out."

Carley sprawled on the bed. "I didn't eat until about 9:00, but I'm hungry. Can we get some lunch?"

"Yeah. I'll leave Lora a note."

We ate and spent the afternoon touring museums and churches. After a couple of hours Carley commented that if she saw another Madonna and Child or another fresco she'd scream. 

"Wait'll we get to Venice. It's the same there. The Church ran this country for centuries. Artists who wanted to eat stuck to religious themes."

I called Lora's cell and didn't get an answer. She was either sleeping or her phone was buried in her purse.

Carley and I got some dinner and bar-hopped until 10:30, then went back to the room. Lora was in the bathroom taking a shower.

"Carley," I said. "There's another 10,000 Euro in the safe. I told you I'd pay for everything on this trip. I don't want you spending your own money. The money's insignificant to me."

I stopped talking.

"Jesus, that was an asshole thing to say! I didn't mean it like that. I don't mean to sound like I'm throwing money at you, like I'm bragging or something. I just want you to be happy. I just want you to ....... be happy."

Carley hugged and kissed me. "It's okay, Jack. I know what you meant. I understand. You know I'm not here for the money. Money's not a big thing to me." She kissed me again. "I do love to shop, though!"

Lora came out of the bathroom naked, picked up her book and sat in one of the large chairs. 

"What did you do today?" I asked.

"I slept until almost 2:00 and ordered lunch from room service. I wanted to see that big church we drove past yesterday, so I walked over there. I met a couple of young, hunky guys from New Zealand and we hooked up. I spent the rest of the day with them. Demanding bastards, but they're both hung and they stay hard almost all the time. Good fucking. I'm tired."

Carley and I hopped in the shower and washed each other. There was a little foreplay, but mostly a lot of playful touching. We brushed our teeth and I did a little trimming and shaving on my privates. Carley took the shaver and went over her crotch and crack. I gave her a careful inspection. She passed.

Lora was curled up in bed with her eyes closed. I turned out the lights and got in next to her. Carley got in beside me. She put her hand on my cock.

"I want to suck you tonight. I want to feel you cum in my mouth and taste you. I don't need you to do anything. Just let me give you a nice blowjob. Okay?"

"Sure. I love your mouth."

Carley pushed the sheet down and lay between my legs. In the dim light coming through the window, I watched her lightly stroke me until I was hard. She licked my balls and slowly ran her fingers up and down my shaft. She pursed her lips on the underside of my cock and slid them up and down from base to tip a dozen times. She cupped my balls and deep-throated me.

There was just enough light to see Carley's lips glisten. Her eyes were bright. The touch of her hands and mouth was flawless. 

Carley backed off the bed and pulled me to my feet. She lay down on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the mattress. 

"Fuck my mouth, Jack. Fuck my throat."

I slid into her mouth. She put her hands on my hips and pulled me in until I couldn't go any farther. I felt her throat muscles work. 

With my hands braced on the bed, I fucked her face, pulling out until only the head of my cock was in her mouth, then pushing all the way in. Carley adjusted to the amount of my erection in her mouth, sucking and licking me in the most wonderful way possible. As my pleasure grew stronger, I quickened my thrusts. 

"Deep breath, Carley. I'm going to cum in your throat ......... right .......... Ahaaaaa!!"

My balls banged into her nose and I came, shooting stream after stream of cum down her throat. My cock jerked and pulsed. 

I pulled out before I really wanted to, but I knew Carley would be running short of air. She pulled me back into her mouth, sucking me until my spasms stopped. 

I fell onto the bed, still panting. 

"Well, so much for tasting you," Carley gasped. "It went straight down!" She lay next to me. "Better luck next time!"

"Damn!" I said. "That was terrific! I was expecting a nice, normal blowjob, but that was fantastic!" I took some deep breaths. "Are you sure you don't need anything? Can I go down on you?"

"Oh, go to sleep you two!" grumbled Lora. "We've got a train trip tomorrow and a new city to see. Give me a fucking break!"

Carley giggled. "She's right. Let's get some sleep." She kissed me. "You still need to help me with my bondage fantasy, you know," she whispered. "Ropes and sucking and fucking." She shivered. "Can't wait!"

To be continued ...



Carley Ch. 06



Please note: The society depicted in this series is one of very casual sex, because the dangers – disease and unintended pregnancy – have been eliminated. Sexual acts between consenting adults strictly for mutual pleasure is the day-to-day norm. 

This is not the society we're living in today. I wish it was. We'd all be getting laid a lot more than we are now. 

For an explanation of how this society came to be, please read chapter one. 

As with all fiction, the attitudes and opinions of the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. 

Honestly, I can't control these people. 

*****

On Wednesday morning, we checked out of the hotel and took a taxi to the train station. I had pre-paid tickets on the high-speed train to Venice. We had a private compartment, but the door was clear glass, so we couldn't do any serious messing around. The countryside zipped by and, as usual, I was amazed at the amount of farmland and just plain wilderness that covered many parts of Italy.

We pulled into the Santa Lucia train station on the Grand Canal in Venice. A water taxi took us to the Hotel San Cassiano not far away. The hotel was small and not especially luxurious, but it was quiet and I liked the location. I'd booked a room on the top floor looking out over the Grand Canal. 

When we went out for lunch, I was careful to point out the landmarks and signs the girls would need to find the hotel again. There are no wheeled vehicles in Venice and most streets are only five to ten feet wide with four or five story buildings on both sides. The "streets" would be called "alleys" anywhere else in the world. The streets basically follow the S-shaped Grand Canal. It's easy to get disoriented. GPS is useless, since the devices can almost never lock onto a satellite. 

We ate in a very small café with a canal on one side and a plaza on the other. After lunch, Lora announced she wanted to explore on her own. She walked off heading more-or-less east. 

"She'll be lost in ten minutes," I told Carley. "It's a small town, though. She'll be okay."

I bought Carley a gelato. 

"Lora wants to go to the island of Murano tomorrow," I said between bites. "Did she say anything to you about it?"

"Yes, she did. It sounds like fun. I like the chandelier in our room and it's from Murano. It's a cool style."

"Okay, now I know you're nuts! Murano glass is the ugliest shit in the world. Woof! Ugly, horrible, gaudy crap! You girls have fun. I'll stay here and troll for pussy."

"It's not ugly, it's lovely! The colors are fantastic! You have no taste at all!"

"Well, you're not the first one to make that observation, but try to remember who I'm standing here with. If I have no taste, what am I doing with you?"

"Damned if I know. I just hope you don't come to your senses."

I stroked her cheek. "I wouldn't worry about that if I were you."

We wandered aimlessly, exploring the wonderful little town. Carley admired the old buildings and complained bitterly about the spray-painted graffiti covering every available wall. I hired a gondola and paid the gondolier an extra 40 Euro not to sing for us. The afternoon went quickly.

I called Lora's cell phone and found out she was on a vaporetto (Venetian water bus) not far away. We met her at the San Stae vaporetto stop and walked to a restaurant across the Grand Canal from the train station. We consumed 150 Euro worth of wine, seafood and pasta, then strolled around, stopping in shops and sipping various wines in the outdoor cafes. I bought two cases of local red wine and arranged to have them shipped home. 

We got back to the room about 10:30. We were all pretty tired. We got undressed, took our showers and hit the sack.

Carley and Lora left first thing the next morning for Murano. They were excited about their little adventure and I got no more than some kisses and hurried groping. 

I bought breakfast and spent a couple of hours wandering around and taking pictures in the Cannaregio district north of the Grand Canal. Parts of that section of Venice are more residential than the tourist areas to the south. It's possible to find an actual grocery store there.

I worked my way east and south to the Rialto Bridge and started across, toward the hotel. 

In the middle of the north side of the bridge, I spotted a familiar face. 

"Marja, hello."

She turned and her smile was just as I remembered it.

"Jack! What are you doing in Venice?"

"I'm here with Carley and my sister, Lora. They've never been here before."

I shook my head. "They insisted on seeing Murano. I've seen it too many times. I think the glass is ugly and the factories are boring. I'm on my own for the day. Where's Juliette?"

"She went off with two local girls. I think she's trying to teach me a lesson." Marja smiled sadly. "She was very upset with me for giving you permission to put your penis inside me. When I spit your seed into the glass and showed it to her she thought I was insulting her. Well, I was taunting her. I admit that. I didn't mean to insult her, though."


"I'm sorry, Marja. I'm afraid I made it even worse. I was looking at her when I came. She saw the expression on my face. I was taunting her, too. I'm sorry if I caused more trouble for you."

"It's not your fault. It was my decision. Juliette will come back tonight, I think."

Marja touched my hand. "And if she doesn't, I won't be alone. I have no trouble attracting new friends. You may have noticed." She laughed. "I find the way I look is an advantage in that regard."

"Well, Marja, I'm sure I'm not the first person to tell you this, but you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Your face and your body are almost beyond belief."

I gestured at the people around us. "Every man and woman in sight is jealous of me right now. They're wondering how I know you and whether I've had sex with you."

"And you have," she said with another smile. "You certainly have!"

"Marja, may I buy you lunch? I'm getting hungry and there's a nice restaurant right down there."

"Why, yes," she said. "I'd like that."

We walked a couple of blocks south-west. The restaurant had outside tables and we were seated. We each ordered a glass of wine, made our choices from the menu and ordered our entrees. 

"Jack, I haven't forgotten my promise to you. I told you that if we met again, I would allow you to spill inside me. How do you say, 'cum'? I didn't think we would ever see one other again, but now we have. I always keep my promises. I will keep this one."

"Marja, thank you, but in the club you were very positive about not allowing a man to cum in your pussy. I don't want you to do anything you'd find distasteful. I can't tell you how much I'd love to have sex with you again, but I won't hold you to your promise. As you said, you didn't expect to see me again. Your promise was intended as a politeness and that's the way I took it. I don't want to take advantage of your kind nature."

"You're right, of course. I was being polite. But you should know that I meant what I said. You behaved as a gentleman should. Your offer today to, what's the phrase, 'let me off the hook,' proves that you are a good person. Unless you tell me you don't want me, I will keep my promise."

"Oh, I want you all right. If you like, we can go to my hotel after we eat. We'll have all the time we need for you to keep your promise."

Marja held up her glass and I touched it with mine. "To promises," she said.

"What's life like in Finland?" I asked. "Tell me about yourself."

It turned out that Marja's great-grandfather had been in the shipping business and her family had been wealthy for generations. 

"My mother died when I was only two years old. My father hadn't wanted children and didn't pay much attention to me. I was raised by servants, mostly women. I was terribly spoiled. Growing up, I got everything I wanted. Luxury was all I knew. Being rich, pampered and beautiful turned me into a horrible person."

Marja sighed and took a bite of her pasta. "When I was eighteen, I fell in love with another woman. We had wonderful sex, but when she didn't do exactly what I wanted her to do, I became angry and hateful. One day she'd had enough and told me what she thought of me as a person. She was the first to have the rohkeus, what is your word, 'courage' to tell me the truth. I was very upset, but I eventually realized that what she said was true. I only thought of myself. I wasn't interested in the feelings of others. I didn't care about them at all except for what they could do for me. I had no true friends. I began to change that day."

"Now I am obsessive about my treatment of other people. I still behave in a selfish and aloof manner sometimes. I give orders and I'm demanding. But I try. I demand respect and politeness from others, though. If I don't get it, I can be very difficult to be around."

She smiled. 


"I appreciate the way you've treated me. Your behavior has been above reproach. I look forward to having sex with you again."

On the way to the hotel, we stopped for a gelato and ate standing on a bridge looking over one of the many narrow canals. The day was nearly perfect; sunny with warm breezes from the south. 

In my hotel room, Marja started to unbutton her blouse. 

"Let me do that, Marja. If you don't mind, I'd like to touch you and undress you."

She nodded and stood quietly, looking stunning. I touched her arms and shoulders, then the sides of her body. I reached around to hold her ass. I was starting to get an erection. I puller her close, pressed my erection against her and kissed her. In the club, our kisses had been almost formal with no tongue play. Marja opened her mouth and we kissed deeply. 

I have a mild fetish about touching women through their clothes. Most of the time when I touch a woman sexually, she's already naked. I take advantage of the opportunity to indulge myself whenever I can. Undressing Marja would be a treat. 

I cupped both of Marja's breasts, squeezing the firm flesh and feeling her nipples. I kissed her neck, moving my lips up and down, using my tongue gently. 

I unbuttoned the top four buttons of Marja's blouse and slipped my hand inside. She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need one. I opened her blouse the rest of the way and kissed her pale pink nipples. They stood up and I sucked them. Marja swayed back and forth, presenting one breast, then the other. 

I pushed her blouse off and let it fall. Her skirt had a single button and a zipper on the side. I unfastened them and held her skirt in place while I slid my hand down the front of her body. She wasn't wearing panties. Before I could reach her pussy, Marja held my wrist. 

"Not yet, please. I've been walking all morning and I need to bathe. We can bathe together and wash each other." She smiled. "We can touch in the bath. Would you like that?"

"You're reading my mind. But first, let me finish undressing you."

I dropped to one knee and lowered her skirt. She had a flawless, smooth pussy. She'd shaved the small patch of hair above her vagina and was now completely hairless. I kissed her belly button and stood up. 

As I finished undressing, Marja held my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

"Jack, there is one thing I must insist on. When you are inside me, I must be in control. If you are on top of me, I will feel very uneasy. Also, I cannot tolerate being entered from the rear. We can fuck standing up if you like, as long as we are face to face. Is that satisfactory?"

"Yes, of course. I want you to feel at ease. If something doesn't feel right to you, tell me at once."

Washing Marja was an amazing experience. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity. Her waist couldn't have been over 27 inches and her back had a wonderful "V" shape. At six feet tall, she was no lightweight, but there was no fat anywhere. Her body had a firm, solid feel, but her shape was unmistakably feminine. I've never touched a more "female" woman. 

I was careful to be relaxed and gentle. When I reached her pussy, she was wet. I rubbed her clit and fingered her. She responded by pushing against my hand and kissing me. I pushed two fingers into her and stroked her firmly. She held me tight and kissed me. Her breathing was steady. I could tell she was enjoying my touch, but she wasn't going to cum. She knew it, too. After a few minutes, she pushed my hand away. 

"Let me wash you, now." 

Marja went slowly, washing each body part carefully. She knelt to wash my legs. I moved my feet apart and she gently soaped my balls and cock. 

"You're very hard. Do you wish to spill here in the bath, or wait until we're in bed?"

"I'll wait. Wash the soap off, please. If you don't mind, I'd like to fuck you a little here before we get out."

Marja rinsed me off. She moved to the corner of the shower and put one foot on the edge of the tub. Her back was against the wall. I slid into her and fucked her slowly. Marja held my hips and closed her eyes. My right hand was on her ass and my left on her breasts. 

I'm a very visual guy, and the sight of Marja, naked and wet with my cock thrusting in and out of her was almost overwhelming. I took deep breaths and ran through the chord progressions to "The Way You Look Tonight" in A-flat. Miraculously, I didn't cum.

Marja was also breathing deeply. Her hips had picked up my rhythm. She moaned. 

"Jack, please touch me. The way you tried to do in the club."

I moved the fingers of my left hand to her clit and began rubbing with all four fingers. 

"Hold yourself still, all the way inside me. Touch me. Yes! Pull my nipples. Pinch them!"

Marja's hold on my hips kept us balanced. I pulled and pinched her nipples with my right hand. I pushed into her as hard as I could, pressing my fingers into her clit. I pushed and rubbed and pinched and pulled. Marja mumbled the same phrase over and over in Finnish. Between phrases, she gasped and moaned and grunted. Since I wasn't moving inside her, I was able to concentrate on her pleasure. She was pressed against me so tightly that I wasn't able to see much. 

Marja pulled me against her with all her strength. I rubbed her hard. I pinched and twisted a nipple. Her inner muscles tightened dramatically. 

"Uhhhhhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhhhh, Mmmmmm." 

Marja shook and hugged me so hard I almost lost my balance. 

Her grip on me lessened. I leaned back and looked down at her body. Her breasts were flushed. Her erect nipples looked even paler against the reddened skin. I was still deep inside her. She trembled for a moment and pushed my hand away from her clit. I held her breasts with both hands and squeezed gently. 

Marja said something in Finnish, then stopped and shook her head. She started again in French, paused and switched to English.

"Oh, that felt so good I can't even tell you in the right language! I've never had such a strong orgasm with a man inside me. I can feel it still. Thank you. Thank you so much."

"You're very welcome. It was good for me, too. I could feel you squeeze me when you came."

"Did you spill? I didn't feel you spill."

"No, I didn't cum." I pumped slowly inside her. My hands were on her breasts, squeezing and caressing. "I love the way you look and feel, but I want to wait until we're on the bed." I hadn't stopped pumping. "I'm going to stop real soon. Any minute now. Damn you feel good!"

I slipped out of her slowly, teasing myself. 

We dried each other and got onto the big bed. 

Marja pushed me onto my back and mounted me. She was very wet from our fucking in the shower. 

"I can tell you're ready to spill. I'm ready, too. Please don't delay."

I was ready, alright. Marja fucked me differently this time from the way she'd done it in the club. She moved forward and back, gripping and releasing me with her muscles. The friction was intense. I held her breasts and marveled at her body. In less than five minutes, I was gasping for air. 

"I'm going to cum, Marja. Are you ready for it?"

Marja had her eyes closed. She nodded. I felt her grip me. Her muscles rippled on my cock. 

"Ahhhhh, fuck! That's so good!" I held her waist and pushed into her all the way. My cock pulsed. "Uhhhhhh, yessss!"

Marja's expression changed from one of satisfaction to surprise and then to concern. She frowned. I didn't know what was wrong, but it was a good bet that my orgasm was the cause.

Marja got off me without a word and walked unsteadily into the bathroom. I followed her cautiously. I found her sitting on the toilet with her hands over her face. She was trying hard not to cry. 

"Marja, I'm so sorry! Hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do. Can I help you somehow?"

"No. Give me a moment to recover. I'll be fine. You did nothing wrong."

Marja blew her nose and wiped her face. She pointed to something on the bathroom counter. It was a single-use can of douche. I handed it to her and she used it at once. Afterwards, she wiped herself several times. She blew her nose again. 

Finally, Marja stood up and led me back to the bed. She lay down and pulled me down beside her. She smiled weakly and patted my face.

"I'm sorry I reacted that way. I was only nineteen when the last man spilled inside me. That was twelve years ago. I'd forgotten what it felt like. I'd forgotten how ..... No, it's not fair to you. You don't need to know what it's like. Lay next to me for a little while."

We lay there quietly for about fifteen minutes. 

"Let me tell you a little about my sexuality."

"I knew I was a lesbian before puberty. I was attracted to girls, but boys were crude and not physically appealing. As a young girl, I experimented, as all young girls and boys do. Boys seemed too aggressive. They were in too much of a hurry. Girls are more patient and giving." She touched my chest and smiled. "You are an exception. You are a generous lover." 

Marja moved her hand to my cock. "Penises are fascinating, but not attractive. One minute they are soft and the next they're so hard! The end is like a sponge with a tiny eye." She caressed my balls. "Sometimes the testicles hang down and sometimes they're tight against the body. It's strange."

My erection grew as she touched me. 

Marja bent and licked my shaft. "It's fun doing that and seeing your penis twitch. It happens every time." She licked me again and stroked my sac.

"I learned that, while I loved having sex with girls, I also enjoyed giving blowjobs. I loved the power it gave me over a boy. With my mouth and tongue I could control a boy. I could give great pleasure or withhold it." Her lips slid over my cock and she bobbed her head slowly. I felt her tongue circle the head of my cock. I groaned.

Marja sat up and crossed her legs. She folded her hands in her lap. "You see? When I stop, your hips rise. Your penis searches for my mouth." 

"I have many friends, both men and women. We share our bodies often. I still enjoy giving blowjobs. I still love the feeling of power. I rarely fuck with my male friends. When I do, I always finish them with my hands or my mouth. I'm usually happy to suck them. I'm told I've become quite good at it."

She nodded her head and grinned. "I love feeling a man swell and spurt when I force him to spill in my mouth. I love the way he loses control of his body. When I feel his seed shoot onto my tongue, I feel triumph. I've been in complete control of his body. I've made him thrust and jerk and cry out. It's a great feeling. But when a man spills inside me, I feel only disgust. I feel degraded. I feel I've betrayed myself by allowing such a thing. Never again." She shook her head. "Never! Never!" 

She licked her lips. "You want my mouth on you again, don't you? Tell me you want my mouth."

Marja was definitely a complex person. Giving blowjobs was a power trip for her. It was a game most men would kill to play and she was offering to play with me. It was, as they say, an offer I couldn't refuse. 




Carley Ch. 06



"Yes, I want your mouth on me very much! Please, Marja!" 

She smiled happily. "Don't try too hard," she said. "I'm going to tease you, but in the end I'll make you spill." She winked. "I promise you'll have a nice, long orgasm, but I'll control when you have it. You will have no choice. My mouth has all the power. You have none."

She moved between my legs and lowered her mouth onto me, using her lips and tongue expertly. I propped a pillow under my head and stretched my arms out to the sides. 

Slowly, Marja brought me to the brink of orgasm, then changed her approach and allowed the intensity to wane. She did it time after time, using slightly different techniques each time. Sometimes she used only her mouth, lips and tongue. Sometimes she used her fingers. It was like watching a world renowned authority give a master's class in cocksucking, with me as the subject. 

Marja kept me in exquisite ecstasy for over half an hour. Every nerve in my body seemed to be concentrated where she was touching me. I was panting and my heart was beating wildly. 

Marja looked up and our eyes met. With one final swipe of her tongue, she triggered my orgasm.

It was like being struck by lightning. My hips thrust forward. "UhhhhAhhhhhhhh, Ahaaaa! Ahaaaaaa!" It was hard to catch my breath. "Oh, fuck! Ahaaaa!!!" 

Marja smiled around my erection, her lips gliding up and down. She didn't rush. My cock throbbed and spurted weakly for another minute. Marja patiently caressed me with her tongue.

Finally, Marja released me and spit into a tissue. Her expression was like that of an Olympic athlete holding the gold medal. 

"That was pleasant, wasn't it? I liked it very much. Your penis is strong. It jerked hard when you spilled."

She winked. "But my mouth is stronger. My mouth dominates your body."

Marja sat up. "Shall we bathe again? We're both sweaty."

Twenty minutes later, Marja and I were tickling each other and playing grab-ass in the shower when we heard Lora's voice from the doorway. "Carley come in here! Jesus, we can't leave this asshole alone for a minute!"

I opened the frosted sliding glass door and saw the girls laughing and pointing. Marja stuck her head around the edge of the door.

"Carley, how are you? Did you enjoy Murano? And you must be Lora. I'm pleased to meet you."

Carley burst out laughing. "Oh, shit! I don't fucking believe this! Marja! How the hell....."

Marja opened the door the rest of the way and plucked a towel off the rack. "Jack found me on the Rialto Bridge. He was kind enough to buy me lunch. We've been playing and enjoying each other. We've become friends!"

"Friends, yeah!" said Lora. "I believe that, all right! If I know Jack, he'd give his left nut to be friends with you for an hour! Jack and Carley told my how beautiful you are, but wow!" 

I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. "Well, it's been over two hours and I still have my left nut. See?" I lifted my cock and wiggled my hips, making my balls sway back and forth. 

Carley laughed. "Yeah, you've got your balls, but I don't understand how it is that you're in the shower with Marja and you don't have a stiffy!"

Marja gestured proudly at her body. "That's the effect I often have on men, you're right. But I've given Jack two nice orgasms. He's not his usual self."

"Two?" asked Carley. "Jack, you are unbelievable! Marja gave you two more blowjobs?"

Marja shook her head. "No, just one. Jack spilled inside me the first time. That was a mistake, but it was my mistake, not Jack's." She touched my face and kissed me. "Jack is a wonderful lover and a good man. You're lucky to have him."

Lora undressed and tossed her clothes on the floor. "I need a shower. It's hot out there." She climbed into the shower and I heard the water start.

Marja and I finished drying off and walked into the sitting room. Carley came out of the bedroom naked and dropped into one of the overstuffed chairs. Marja and I sat on the sofa.

"I need a shower, too," said Carley, "but I want to hear more about what you two have been doing. Marja, you let Jack cum in your pussy?"

"Yes. I promised I would if we met again, so I was honor bound to do it." She looked sadly at Carley. "I made that promise without thinking. I didn't remember what an unpleasant experience it is to feel a man spill inside me. I became upset. Jack is very kind. We talked and, when I felt better, I gave him my best blowjob. He spilled in my mouth with great enthusiasm!"

"Wow, that's amazing! I wish I'd been here to watch! Shit, anyone would love to have sex with you and Jack's done it twice. Or is it three times?"

"I guess that depends on how you count," I said. "I'd count when we fucked today and I came inside her, but I'm sure Marja would prefer to forget it happened at all."

"No, Jack, I want to remember it," said Marja. "That way I'll know not to do it again."

Marja leaned across me and picked up her purse. She searched inside for a moment and pulled out her cell phone. "I have to make a call." She dialed as she walked to the French doors leading to the balcony.

Carley stood up and headed for the bathroom, dropping clothes as she went. "Shower time," she said.

Marja was standing on the balcony, looking out over the Grand Canal and talking on her phone. She was gloriously naked and I was sure of two things; first, she was in violation of Venice's public nudity laws and second, no one was going to complain about it. A vaporetto was going by and people were pointing. I could see camera lenses aimed our way. Marja regally ignored it all. She finished her conversation on the phone, obviously giving orders, and hit the "end" button.

"That was my assistant on the phone. Juliette came to our room this morning. She packed her toilet kit and left." Marja shrugged. "So we're finished," she said. "I told my assistant to move me to another hotel. He'll have me out of there within the hour."

"I'm sorry, Marja. I feel like I added to your troubles."

Marja shrugged. "It's not important," she said. "I've only known Juliette for a week. She was a pleasant companion and the sex was good, but I won't be treated that way. Who I have sex with is none of her concern."

I stood behind Marja and put my hands on her waist. She moved them to her breasts and I pressed my semi-hard erection against her ass. She pressed back and rubbed against me.

"Jack, I like you, but I won't let you fuck me there. It's disgusting. Even animals don't do that, only criminals in prison."

I caressed her breasts and kept my mouth shut.

Marja turned and wrapped her arms around me. 

"I have to go soon," she said softly. "There's some business I must conduct online. I have to be on a train to Bern in the morning."

She kissed me. 

"Jack, in Finland, incest is seen as perversion. It's not against the law, but many people think it should be. I'm ashamed to admit it, but incest has a strong appeal for me. I don't have any siblings, so I didn't get the opportunity to have sex with them. And now," she looked away and blushed, "I have a rather perverted desire to watch you fuck your sister. Am I right in assuming the two of you have sex?"

"Yeah, since we were kids. We lost our virginity to each other. We learned how to do oral sex by practicing on each other."

"That's good! As I said, I have a need to watch people having incestuous sex. Do you think she would agree to have sex with you and let me watch? I especially want to see you spill inside her and watch your seed run out."

I laughed. "I'm sure she'd think that was a lot of fun, Marja. If you went down on her afterward, she'd be in heaven!"

Marja grinned. "That would be perfect! Let's ask her!"

Lora was stuffing her dirty clothes into a plastic bag. "I talked to a guy at the front desk when we came in," she said. "They'll take care of our laundry in the morning."

"Lora," I said, "Marja would like to ask you for a favor."

Marja walked over to the younger woman and took her hand. "I was talking to Jack. He told me you two have sex and I confess I'd love to watch you. I know it's a strange request. In my culture, incest is disapproved of. It fascinates me. Would it be too much to ask you to fuck with Jack and let him spill inside you?"

Lora laughed. "I'm sorry, Marja!" She laughed again. "I shouldn't laugh, but fucking is such an everyday thing for Jack and me. It's funny that anyone would be interested." She giggled and winked at me. "What do you say, Jack? Wanna fuck?"

To be continued .......



Carley Ch. 07



This series of stories takes place in a society much like our own. The main difference is that nearly all diseases, including STDs, have been eliminated by a device that was accidentally invented about thirty years earlier. That invention, combined with reliable pregnancy control, resulted in an explosion of casual, no-strings sex. Without the fear of pregnancy or disease, people can have sex with anyone they're attracted to. Three decades of sex without physical consequences has led to a society where "swinging" with friends and strangers is common. Read chapter one of this series for further explanation. 

I'm sure there would be many people in this society who, for religious or cultural or personal reasons, would choose to be monogamous or otherwise restrict their sexual activities. I'm sure jealousy would be an issue for many people. My characters don't hang around with those folks and I've left them out of my stories. 

Here, we continue the last scene from the previous chapter. 

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Lora giggled and winked at me. "What do you say, Jack? Wanna fuck?"

Lora was still naked from her shower and I hadn't gotten dressed. I hugged Lora and we kissed. 

"Marja, is there anything special you want us to do?"

Marja shook her head. "Just what you normally do. When you finish, Jack, I'd love it if you'd do it in Lora. I very much want to see you spill inside your sister. Lora, if you'll let me, I want to lick you and taste your juices and Jack's sperm."

Lora looked delighted. "Yeah! That sounds cool!"

"Let me hit the head," I said. I went into the bathroom and dug a small pill bottle out of my shaving kit. I swallowed a Viagra IV capsule with half a glass of water. This 4th generation med is very powerful and fast-acting. I'd had two orgasms since lunch. It wouldn't hurt to have a little help.

When I got back to the bedroom, Lora and Marja were kissing. Marja was stroking my sister's pussy. I stood next to Carley and we watched as Marja sucked Lora's nipples and fingered her. Lora is mostly straight, but she's had more than her share of women. Marja was a lesbian who also enjoyed sucking cock. She was a very talented lover. 

Marja beckoned to me. "Jack, I'm sorry. I'm getting in the way of my own fantasy. I'll just sit here next to the bed and watch."

I took Lora's hand and led her over in front of Marja. 

"Let me tell you a little about Lora and me. I'm about 16 months older than she is. When we were young, our parents were casual about nudity and we were used to seeing each other naked. When I came of age, I hadn't had much experience with sex. One of my friends had an older sister who would let younger guys look at her body and touch her. She'd give us handjobs sometimes. She'd jerked me off three or four times and I'd played with her breasts and poked around in her vagina. Lora had even less experience. She'd touched boys and let them touch her, but she hadn't seen a boy cum. No boy had made her cum."

"One day, our father was out of town and our mother was visiting friends. I was feeling horny and Lora saw me walking down the hall with an erection. She wanted to see it. We went to her room and she laid me down on the bed. She touched and squeezed my cock. She had a lot of questions."

"Yeah," said Lora. "I was curious. Jack was bigger than the guys I'd already seen. He let me touch him. He showed me where it felt good and where I needed to be careful. We played 'I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours' for the rest of the afternoon."

Marja listened, fascinated. She was masturbating with both hands. Her breasts jiggled as she frigged herself. 

"Jack played with my boobs and fingered me. I had a small orgasm. I wanted to see what it looked like when a guy came. Jack talked me through my first handjob. When he came, when it shot out of him, I was surprised. I jumped back, but something told me I should taste it. I sucked the head of his cock and swallowed what I could. I liked it. I wanted to do it again."

Marja was delighted. "Oh, I love your story! I can imagine what it must have been like. I wish I had a sister. A twin sister would be perfect!" 

She smiled at us. "Lora, tell me about the first time you and Jack really had sex. How did it happen?"

"It was the next week. Jack and I didn't have a chance to be alone for a few days. We talked about Jack sneaking into my room at night, but our mom was a light sleeper and got up sometimes to check on us. We didn't want her to catch us fooling around. Mom found out about us later, but our dad never knew. Jack and I talked about it and worked out the best time for our first fuck."

"The next Monday," I continued, "was a school holiday. Lora had gone to the school health office and gotten 'morning after' pills. Our dad went to the office and mom left early to meet some of her old sorority friends. We had breakfast and took a shower together."

"It was so sexy," said Lora. "Jack had a big hard-on and I was wet just thinking about what we were going to do. We washed each other and went into my room. We spent what must have been half an hour having oral sex. Neither of us knew what the hell we were doing, but we tried lots of different things, whatever we could think of. Jack had to keep stopping me. He didn't want to cum too soon. I taught him to lick me and suck my clit. I came three times."

"I loved making her cum," I said. "It was so great, hearing her moan, feeling her tense up and move against my mouth. The taste was like nothing I'd tasted before. I loved it. I still love it."

"Show me how you fucked the first time," Marja whispered. "I want to see."

Lora lay on the bed. "Both of us had seen porno movies. We knew about the various positions. We discussed it and decided to do it straight 'missionary' the first time. I lay down like this," she opened her legs, "and jack got on top of me." 

I got into position and touched my cock to Lora's lips. 

"Marja," I said, "do you want to put me into her?" 

"Oh yes! Tell me what you did next." 

"He tried to push into me, but we had a little trouble getting lined up."

Marja gripped my cock and guided me between Lora's lips. 
"I wasn't worried about it hurting," Lora said. "I'd been doing ballet for years and all that stretching was supposed to open you up."

I thrust gently into Lora. 

"It didn't hurt at all. It felt wonderful, the way I'd hoped it would feel."

I pushed the rest of the way into my sister. I kissed her and we held still, feeling each other, enjoying the warmth of our bodies. Lora pressed her heels against my ass. 

Lora sighed. "It feels wonderful every time. Jack stretches me just enough. I can feel him against my cervix when he's all the way in like he is right now."

We kissed. Lora squeezed me and I flexed inside her. 

I broke the kiss. "I'd heard guys talk about how fast they came the first time. I didn't want that to happen. I tried to move slowly, but it felt so damn good! I tried stopping, but it felt so damn good!"

Lora moved her hips, encouraging me to speed up. "I could tell Jack was having trouble. I asked him what was wrong and he said he was going to cum. He couldn't help it."

"And I did," I said. "I came inside my sister for the first time. It was great and it was disappointing at the same time. I was trying so hard not to cum and I just couldn't help myself."

"I felt Jack swell up. He throbbed and I could feel the warm wetness coming out of him. It felt so unbelievably good that I came, too. That was the best orgasm I'd ever had."

I was fucking Lora with full strokes. Marja moved to the foot of the bed and peered between our legs, watching my cock piston in and out of my sister. 

"I have to ask," said Marja, "did you think what you were doing was wrong? You were brother and sister. It was incest. Did it feel dirty? Did it make you feel ashamed?"

Lora shook her head. "Not at all. We loved each other. We trusted each other. We wanted to explore sex together. We didn't want our parents to find out, because we didn't know if they'd be pissed and send one of us away to boarding school or something. Of course, we were kids. Kids always spend half their time trying to keep their parents from finding out what they're doing the other half." 

I paused for a minute. I was very hard. Telling our story was surprisingly stimulating. "I made sure Lora understood that she couldn't tell her friends. If she told one friend she was sure she could trust, that friend would tell one other friend who would tell another. In no time, everyone would know we were having sex. We didn't feel bad about fucking, but we had to keep it between us." 

"How long was it before you fucked again?' Marja asked.

"We didn't stop," Lora told her. "Jack stayed hard. I was wet and his cum made us even more slippery. He started fucking me again, right away."

I started fucking Lora again. We kissed and I sucked her nipples for a minute or two.

"This time it was much better," I said. "Lora picked up the rhythm. We stayed in the same position. It was fantastic, watching her face. I could see how good it was for her. When she came, I kept fucking her and she came again. I've never had such a feeling of accomplishment. I loved being able to do that for her."

Lora tilted her hips to change the angle. "It was so good! I'd loved Jack all my life and now we were doing this wonderful thing! I didn't want to stop, but I was getting tired."

I slowed my pace and stopped. Marja moved back to her place next to the bed. 

"We stopped for a while and lay on our sides," I said. "I stayed inside her. We talked and touched each other. I figured out how to get my hand between us and touch Lora's clit." We rolled onto our sides and I slipped my hand down to show Marja how we'd done it that first time. I scooped some of Lora's juices with my fingers and caressed her, moving my fingers against her clit in a circular motion. 

"I rubbed her and we lay still, kissing and looking into each other's eyes. I felt Lora tighten up on me. She came. I kept rubbing her clit. I told her how much I loved her and how much I loved making her feel good. She came again."

Lora pressed herself against my fingers. "Marja," she gasped, "I'm going to cum. My brother's making me cum. Yeah, this is so good!" 

Marja took Lora's hand and held it as the younger girl came. She kissed Lora's palm. Lora moaned and shuddered through a long orgasm. 

Lora sighed and picked up our story. "Jack told me he was going to cum again. His fingers had felt so good on me, I wanted to do the same for him. I reached between us and touched his balls. He'd told me to be gentle there, so I used my fingertips."

"That felt terrific!' I said. "I came right away. It was so much better, since I knew I'd gotten Lora off several times. I had a long, intense orgasm. And I'm going to have another one pretty soon!"

"Jack, you said your mother found out you and Lora were having sex. How did that happen?"

"She came home early one day and caught Lora and me doing the old sixty-nine on the floor in the family room. We didn't hear her come in. She backed out of the room and waited until we finished. Then we had a little talk."

Lora laughed. "She wasn't too happy. She wanted to know exactly what we were doing and how long we'd been doing it. She knew we weren't going to stop, so she took me to a clinic the next day and got me on the pill. Even better, Jack and I didn't have to worry about her catching us fucking in the middle of the night. Three nights later, Jack was in my room about midnight. I was on top, riding him. Mom came into the room and watched us. Moonlight was coming in through the window and Mom was naked. We both saw her right away. Holy shit, that was hot! She didn't say anything; she just stood there next to the bed. I had a fantastic, strong orgasm. Jack came a minute later. Mom kissed us both and went back to her room. I lay on top of Jack and we kissed for a while. Then we heard sounds coming from down the hall. Mom and Dad were fucking. We could hear Mom cum, then Dad's deep voice when he came."

"It was so cool," Lora continued. "Knowing Mom had gotten so turned on watching us fuck that she woke Dad up to fuck him. I went down on Jack and blew him 'till he came in my mouth. We cuddled for a while, then Jack went back to his room."

"I'll never forget the next Tuesday," I said. "I took my after-school shower and when I came out of the bathroom, Mom was there with clean sheets for my bed. Naturally, she was nude. Dad was at work and Lora had her usual dance class. Mom was petite, about five foot three, with a small waist, small, high breasts and very prominent nipples. Those long nipples had always fascinated me. Anyway, by the time we had the fitted sheet on, I had an erection. Mom didn't even pretend not to see it. She walked around the bed and hugged me. My cock was pointing straight up, right against her stomach. She kissed me. That kiss was nothing like the way she'd kissed me before. We kissed like lovers."

I stopped moving inside Lora and held myself tight against her. I didn't want to cum until we'd finished our story. 

"Mom didn't waste any time at all. She said, 'Jack, do you want to fuck me?' Of course I did! Are you kidding me? Mom lay on the bed and opened her legs. 'Go down on me,' she said. 'I want to be ready when you come into me'. Shit, I almost came right then!"

"Mom's pussy was shaved. She had a patch of curly hair above. I stuck my face right in there and started eating her. She got me to slow down, suck her clit and tongue-fuck her. I had a lot to learn about oral sex."

Lora moved her hips and I pulled out of her. I rubbed the head of my cock on her outer lips and clit, then slid back in. We smiled at each other. Lora was enjoying this part of our story. 

"When Mom was good and wet, she pulled me on top of her and guided my cock into her. Her vagina felt different from Lora's. It seemed to have a different texture. I liked it a lot! I licked and sucked Mom's nipples, trying to distract myself from the feel of her pussy. That didn't work at all. I'd been fantasizing about sucking those nipples for years. Before I knew it, I was shooting my load into her. I felt bad because I hadn't made her cum. I was still hard, though, and I didn't stop."

"You're hard now, Jack," Lora whispered. "Don't stop."

"Mom squeezed me and taught me to flex my cock inside her. She taught me the best ways to kiss her neck and breasts. She liked having her butt crack stroked. She taught me to kneel between her thighs with my body upright to put pressure on the upper wall of her vagina and to stroke her clit while I was fucking her that way. When she came, I was so proud! I'd made a grown woman, my own mother, cum! We fucked that way for another ten minutes and she came twice more. Finally, I couldn't wait any more. I came in Mom for the second time. It was much better than the first time. Mom was squeezing me and whispering that she loved me. My orgasm seemed to go on forever."

"How often did you fuck your mother?" asked Marja.

"I fucked her every time I got the chance. I told Lora I'd fucked Mom later that night. She was relieved and happy. From then on, when Dad was on one of his trips, the three of us fucked like crazy. We had a lot of threesomes. I fucked Mom and Lora in every position you can imagine. Mom and Lora did lesbian stuff while I was resting. That was really hot!"

Marja leaned over and kissed me. "Jack, are you going to spill soon? Please tell me before you do."

"Would it be better if we were fucking doggie style?" I asked.

"Yes! If you do that I can watch from underneath. I can see better from there."

I pulled out of Lora. She moved up toward the head of the bed. She got on her hands and knees and I got behind her. Marja wiggled between our legs and lay face up directly under Lora's pussy. 

"Marja, would you like to do the honors?"

"Jack, may I suck you for a moment? I very much want to taste your sister on you."

Without waiting for permission, Marja licked me and took me into her mouth. I hadn't been expecting it, but being sucked by Marja isn't something you turn down. Lora looked between her breasts and watched the goddess from Finland going down on her brother. 

Marja didn't seem to be as interested in giving me pleasure as she was in sampling the flavors of incestuous fucking. I didn't mind at all. I dropped my hips a few inches to give her better access. Marja sucked hard and used her tongue to get all of Lora's juices. She licked my balls and around the base of my erection. No matter what she intended, Marja was pushing me closer to orgasm. As much as I'd have loved to cum in Marja's mouth, that wasn't the goal. I pulled away from her and Marja slid my cock into Lora. 

Lora relaxed her inner muscles when I thrust in and squeezed me when I pulled out. Telling the story of our first fuck had been a turn-on. Being watched by Marja and knowing how she felt about incest was an even bigger turn-on. 

"Marja, I'm going to cum," I said. "If you want to touch us, go ahead."

I felt Marja's fingers on my scrotum. The fingers of her other hand made a "V", touching Lora's pussy on both sides of my shaft. A few more short strokes and Lora and I came together. Marja pressed her fingers against Lora's pussy and my cock, feeling our spasms and the rush of cum flowing through my cock. She whispered to herself in Finnish. 

Lora's orgasm lasted longer than mine. The instant I pulled out of Lora, Marja was ready. She pulled Lora's hips down, planting my sister's pussy on her mouth. Lora didn't resist. We were all caught up in fulfilling Marja's fantasy. 

I rolled to the side and watched as Marja licked my cum out of my sister. It was terrifically erotic. 

Marja was on her back with her legs apart. Her ass was right at the end of the bed. Her knees were drawn up. Her toes were pointed. She was eating my sister with what seemed to be obsession. Marja was beautiful and sexy and my cock was hard from the Viagra IV. I moved between her legs and caressed her lips with the tip of my dick. If she didn't want me inside her, all she had to do was push me away. It all seemed perfectly reasonable. 

My cock was wet and slippery from fucking Lora and cumming inside her. Marja was dripping wet. I slid into her easily. I remembered what she'd told me about not wanting a man on top of her. I wasn't really on top, though. I was standing on the floor. Still, I was ready for rejection. Instead, Marja raised her hips. She wanted me to fuck her. Was this part of her fantasy? Who did she imagine I was? Right then I didn't much care. 

Judging from the sounds coming from Lora, she was having one orgasm after another. I rested my hands on both sides of Marja and fucked her hard. A bright flush washed over her breasts. Her light pink nipples were very erect. Her body was magnificent. She bucked her hips and cried out, her cries muffled by Lora's pussy. 

There was no question that she was cumming. I couldn't recall ever seeing anything so sexy. 

There was also no question that I was going to cum soon. 

I looked around for Carley. She was kneeling on the floor next to the bed. The expression on her face told me how astonished she was at what she was seeing. 

"Carley," I said softly. "I'm going to cum, but I can't do it inside Marja. I need you to jerk me off. I want to shoot on her body." Carley nodded.

I figured I had another minute or two and I made the most of my time, pounding it to Marja with long, hard strokes. She bucked against me again in a long, intense orgasm. 

At the last possible second, I pulled out. Carley grabbed me and stroked me fast. I came so hard I almost lost my balance. What little cum I had left spurted onto Marja's belly. The sight of my cock in Carley's hand, pumping cum onto Marja's fabulous body while she ate my sister was almost overwhelming. I straightened up and stumbled into Carley's arms. My balls hurt.




Carley Ch. 07



As we watched, Lora came one last time and collapsed. Marja didn't try to hold onto her. Lora was exhausted and covered in sweat. I'd never seen Marja looking anything but regal. Now she looked as if she's just finished a triathlon in the rain.

Lora lay on her side with her knees drawn up to her chest. "Holy fuck," she said. "That was the most unbelievable goddamn sex ever. Fuck, I am done!" 

Marja lay on her back and didn't move. I could see the pulse in her neck banging away. She was panting. 

I went to the bathroom for a couple of damp towels. When I got back, Marja had her eyes open and was looking at her body. She dabbed at the mixture of cum and sweat on her belly. She mumbled in Finnish.

Marja looked at me. "Jack, did that really happen? I was imagining that I had an older brother and he was fucking me. Was that you?"

"Yeah, that was me." I handed her a towel. "I didn't want to upset you, but you acted as if you wanted me to do it. I didn't cum in you, though. I came on your body. Was I wrong?"

"No," she said. "No, you were right. It's what I needed to make my fantasy complete. I was having such a powerful fantasy. I was eating my twin sister and being fucked by my brother. The orgasms were wonderful. You did exactly right. I couldn't have asked for a better experience." She sat on the end of the bed and looked at me. "Do you mind if I suck your penis? I want to taste your sister and me and your sperm all together."

"Of course. You can suck me any time you want to."

Marja slid off the bed onto her knees. She examined my cock for a moment and then began sucking me. She had a strange, dreamy expression on her face. 

I still had a pretty good erection. My dick was a little sore. I wasn't complaining. It felt great, but I didn't think there was a chance in hell I could cum again. I'd had four orgasms since lunch, two of them in the last ten minutes. Marja sucked and licked me, doing a through job. 

Lora sat on the side of the bed and wiped herself with a towel. She looked dazed, but very happy. 

Carley licked traces of cum off her fingers. I motioned for her to come over. We kissed and I caressed her breasts. 

"Sorry you didn't get in on that," I said.

"No problem. I didn't fit into Marja's fantasy. I'll never forget what I saw."

Carley nudged me and pointed silently at my laptop, sitting open on the dresser. She raised her eyebrows. I nodded. "Yep," I whispered . "Two terabytes available." Everything that had happened that afternoon was recorded in high definition. 

Marja was still working on my dick. She didn't seem anxious to stop. She was doing a great job. My erection certainly wasn't getting any softer. 

Lora walked unsteadily into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. 

Carley and I kissed. She kissed my neck and nipples. She caressed my body. My cock was rock hard in Marja's mouth. I watched as Marja licked my scrotum and ran her lips up and down the underside of my cock. 

Marja slid her mouth over me and blew me with long strokes, getting my entire erection into her mouth and throat. My cock jumped and I felt the familiar tingle creep up the backs of my legs. 

Carley and I kissed. My cock jerked in Marja's mouth. 

"Oh, shit that's good. Don't stop, Marja. Ahhhh, fuck! Ahhhhh, shit! Mmmmmm. Ahhhhhhh!!"

I couldn't have had much cum left, but Marja got it all. She sucked me until I twitched for the last time and then sucked me a little more. I love being sucked after I've cum and Marja knew it. The feeling of her lips and tongue on my extra-sensitive cock head was almost painfully exquisite. Marja released me and sat back on her heels with a satisfied grin. I bent to kiss her. I might have been imagining it, but I'd swear I could taste Lora's and Marja's pussies and my cum on her lips and tongue. It tasted pretty damned good.

Three-quarters of an hour later, we were all clean and dressed, sitting around the table with drinks from the mini-bar. 

Marja sighed. "I hate to go, but I have to. I got a text from my assistant. He's moved me to a different hotel. I know where it is." She tossed back the last of her vodka. "Jack, I have your phone number. When I go to America, I'll call you. I hope you don't mind if I bring a few friends."

"You can bring all of Finland if you want. I have four big guest rooms with super-king size beds in them. I've got your e-mail address. I'll send you photos."

Marja hugged and kissed the three of us. Then she was gone. 

"Shit, I'm really beat," said Lora. "Let's get a pizza at that little place behind San Stae. What's on the schedule for tomorrow?"

"I have reservations for private tours of St. Mark's and the Doges' Palace," I told her. "We need to be there by nine. There's a lot to see. We'll probably be on our feet until two, at least, with a lunch break." 

"Well," said Lora, "I'm going to hit the sack early. I'll sleep in the other room. You two can bring in all the European royalty you want to along with their livestock. Just don't wake me."

Later that night, Carley and I lay in bed, facing each other. "I'm sorry you couldn't be part of Marja's incest fantasy," I said. "It was pretty damned bizarre. Fucking her while she was eating cum out of Lora was something I won't forget anytime soon." I moved my hand to Carley's pussy. "I can get it up again if you want me, or I'd love to go down on you. You know how much I love making you cum."

"That would be nice," Carley whispered. "I love your mouth. Just lay back and I'll sit on your face. Do it slow and easy."

I pushed the pillows to one side. Carley knelt over me and lowered her pussy toward my mouth. I took my first lick, moving my tongue along her lips to her clit. I circled her clit and then ran my tongue back down, pushing between her lips and getting a good taste of her. 

Carley sighed. I could see her face in the dim light. She looked totally at peace. 

"That feels wonderful. Make love to me with your mouth, Jack," she whispered softly. "Make love to me." 

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To be continued .........



Carley Ch. 08



This series of stories takes place in a society much like our own. The main difference is that nearly all diseases, including STDs, have been eliminated by a device that was accidentally invented decades earlier. That invention, combined with reliable pregnancy control, resulted in an explosion of casual, no-strings sex. Without the fear of pregnancy or disease, people can have sex with anyone they're attracted to. Casual sex with friends and strangers is safe and is usually considered nothing more than entertainment. Read chapter one of this series for further explanation.

The incident outside Macy's happened to me in 1997 almost exactly as I've described it in this story. I'll have more details at the end of this chapter.

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Rob knelt on the sofa behind Carley. He had an impressively long and thick erection which he rubbed against Carley's outer lips. As he started to work his cock into her, Carley gasped and pulled away.

"Easy with that thing! Take it easy!"

Rob flipped onto his back and pulled Carley down over his face. He licked and tongued her until she was wet enough, then resumed his position behind her. Carefully, he managed to get his cock almost all the way in. Rob often bragged that he was too long for most women. Personally, I believed him. He was at least two inches too long for Carley. I'd heard that he was a considerate lover, though. His XXL girth made him popular, as long as he didn't try for full penetration.

Carley caressed Rob's balls as she moved her hips. Rob held her waist and fucked Carley with slow strokes. Carley moved her hand to her clit.

Rob's fiancée, Alice, watched them closely. She was in "reverse cowgirl" position, pumping up and down on my dick. We were on the floor of Rob's living room right next to the sofa with an excellent view of Rob and Carley.

Carley bent her head and gave a sigh. She closed her eyes, arched her back and came. I felt Alice tighten on me. She quivered. Alice got a big kick out of watching Rob fuck other women and he loved indulging her. Hell, he loved fucking other women even when Alice was nowhere around.

Rob pulled out of Carley and rubbed his cock in her ass crack. In a move they must have done hundreds of times, Alice leaned her head against Carley's hip. She opened her mouth and Rob stuck his dick in.

"Tastes good, doesn't she? Suck it all off, sweetie."

Alice had a wide "Julia Roberts" mouth and was an expert at deep-throating. She managed to get about eight inches of Rob past her lips. Carley looked at me and rolled her eyes. Alice was concentrating on sucking her soon-to-be husband. I thrust into her, trying to get her attention.

Rob gently pushed Alice's head away and re-entered Carley. Alice rolled off me onto her back. She pointed her toes at the ceiling.

"Fuck me hard, Jack! I'm ready to cum again. I want to feel you cum inside me!"

I knelt with Alice's calves on both sides of my head and fucked her. She came in a minute or so. I fucked her a little faster as my orgasm approached. When the moment arrived, I pushed deep into Alice and held myself there. That wonderful feeling, when cum rushes through your cock and into a woman's pussy never gets old. I thrust into Alice again and again until my spasms stopped. Alice was looking into my eyes and she came again when she felt my cum flow into her. I looked over just in time to see Carley holding Rob's balls as he shot off. Rob pulled out and cum dripped onto the sofa.

A half hour later, the four of us were relaxing on an oversized air mattress in the pool.

"Hey Carley," Alice said, "I got a call from Macy's. Your Maid of Honor dress is ready. You can stop by anytime and pick it up."

"OK, good," said Carley. "We can swing in there on the way to Jack's place."

At the mall, I parked in the East lot and we went inside. While Carley tried on the dress to check the final alterations, I went to a jewelry store. I'm kind of a watch nut and I like to prowl for new styles. The clerk tried to interest me in a Rolex, but they don't really appeal to me. I'm a Breitling fan. I have several Navitimer models.

Back in Macy's, I stuck my head into the dressing room. Carley was still admiring herself in the mirror.

"I'll be outside," I told her.

"OK, just a few more minutes."

I walked outside and stood under the portico. My view of the parking lot was less than exciting.

To my left, a guy in his late twenties, wearing jeans, a faded polo shirt, sunglasses and a reversed Florida Gators cap leaned against the wall. I assumed he was also waiting for someone. It turned out, I was right.

Five minutes later, Carley came out carrying a large shopping bag. As she gave me a kiss, the guy I'd noticed earlier walked quickly over to us. I automatically checked his hands and saw the knife.

I shoved Carley out of the way and took a short step back, raising my hands chest high in apparent surrender. The instant the robber opened his mouth, I snapped a hard straight kick into the center of his left thigh. His leg buckled, turning him to my right. I stepped forward and smacked him with a full-swing righthanded roundhouse slap to the side of his head, using lots of english and plenty of follow-through, producing a sound like hitting a medicine ball with a two-by-six. The robber dropped like a stone. His knife bounced away and came to rest next to the door.

I glanced at Carley to make sure she was unhurt, then pulled a small stungun out of the left front pocket of my cargo shorts. Bending down, I zapped the robber just below his belt buckle for about five seconds. His body went rigid and a spreading wet patch appeared at his crotch. I was pleased.

I turned to Carley. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. What the fuck was that about?"

"Well, I don't think this guy was collecting for Goodwill. Give me a minute."

I opened my cell phone and dialed 911.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"I'd like to report an attempted armed robbery."

"What is your location?"

"East entrance to Macy's at the Melbourne Square Mall."

"Are there any injuries?"

"Well, the robber isn't feeling too great right now, but it's nothing serious."

I described the robber and his intended victims.

"Officers are on the way," the dispatcher said.

The robber was starting to recover. He looked pissed and bewildered and defiant. I squatted down next to him.

"Broke into the wrong goddamn rec room, didn't you, you bastard?"

He looked at me uncomprehendingly.

"I guess he never saw the movie Tremors," I said to Carley.

Carley smiled. "The one with the big worms? Yeah, I remember it! That couple had every gun in the world and blasted the shit out of the worm. Great scene!"

A Melbourne PD patrol car pulled up and a cop I didn't recognize got out.

"What's the problem, folks?" he asked.

I handed him my driver's license and Florida Concealed Weapon carry permit.

"I'm the complainant. This guy pulled a knife on us. Fearing for my life and the life of this young woman, I defended myself."

The Deputy looked at my permit and then at me. "Are you armed, sir?"

"Yes sir, I am."

"You didn't shoot him?"

"Nope. I didn't have to. He had a knife, but he made up for it by being really slow and stupid."

The cop grinned. "You're right about that! He's been slow and stupid all his life."

The cop pulled out a pair of handcuffs and rolled the robber onto his stomach. "How you doin', Jimmy?" He snapped the cuffs on and yanked Jimmy to his feet. He walked the dazed robber, who was limping badly, to the car and shoved him into the back seat, then slammed the door.

The cop reached into his shirt pocket for a notebook. "OK, tell me what happened."

I went through the story while the cop took notes and bagged the knife. EMT showed up and checked Larry for injuries. They found bruises and a pair of burn marks on his belly. Jimmy complained bitterly and wanted to go to the hospital, but the EMTs and the cop just laughed at him.

The cop loaded Jimmy back into the patrol car. He shook my hand.

"You did a good job. Every cop in Brevard County knows Jimmy. This'll be his fourth armed robbery arrest. I don't think they'll let him out so fast this time."

He gave me his card. "I'll be surprised if the DA wants to plead this piece of shit down to anything less than felony armed robbery. There's a good chance this'll go to trial. Somebody will call you if they need your testimony."

"No problem, Officer. I'll be available."

The cop drove off and I picked up Carley's bag. We started walking to my car.

"Sorry about pushing you that way. I didn't know what that asshole was planning. For all I knew, he was some kind of psycho tweaker. If he'd gone after you, I'd have had to shoot him for sure."

"I'm glad you didn't. You were so quick! I didn't know what was going on 'till he was on the ground and I saw the knife. Do you think he was going to hurt us?"

I shrugged. "There's no way to know. What I do know is, there's no good reason to trust some stranger who pulls a knife on you. You have to assume he intends to use it. The rule is, 'Hands, Weapons, Death'. You look at his hands. If he's armed, you deal with him immediately. Fortunately for him, when I raised my hands, he was looking at them instead of paying attention to what counted. If he'd made a move toward you, I'd have shot him so fast and so many times ......" My voice trailed off.

Carley took the bag and hugged me. "I've never been really comfortable with you carrying that gun all the time, but now I'm glad you do." She kissed me. "Let's stop by my parent's place. I want you to be there when I tell them what happened."

On the way, Carley called her mom and told her we were coming.

"You'll like my parents," she told me. "They're both retired and have a bunch of hobbies to keep them busy. They're still in their '40s and look younger. They have a very "open" marriage. As far back as I can remember, they've been running around the house naked. They have a lot of friends and they fuck all of them. You know what their house is like. That party I threw a couple of months ago was nothing compared to some of the bashes they run."

I drove east on 192 and turned south on US1. It took about 40 minutes to get to Sebastian. I parked under a huge Bay tree, removed my paddle holster and pistol and slid them under the front seat. We climbed down out of my ancient Land Cruiser.

Carley took my hand and pulled me through the front door.

"Mom, Dad, we're here!!"

A good looking, very well-built man came down the stairs. He was wearing a pair of Nylon gym shorts and nothing else.

"Hi, Carley! Is this the famous Jack you've been telling us about?"

"Yeah. Jack, this is my dad, Eric."

We shook hands. Carley gave him a big hug.

"Where's mom?"

"Right here, honey."

Carley's mother was beautiful. She had on a thin yellow tank top and green shorts. Her red hair didn't look exactly natural, but it suited her perfectly.

She took my hand. "I'm Cheryl. Carley's told us about you."

"Glad to meet you. I love your home."

Cheryl took my arm and steered me toward the patio. "Let's get some beers and talk."

Yeah," said Carley. "We're all going to need a drink. Wait'll you hear what just happened to us!"

We got our beers and sat around a large rattan table in the shade. Carley launched into the story.

At first, her parents were casually amused. Then, as they understood what their daughter was telling them, they both started freaking out.

"What the fuck?"

"Did he hurt you?"

"Did he get away?"

"We have to call the cops!"

Eventually, we got them settled down. Between the two of us, with many interruptions, we got the tale told. Cheryl was terrified and on the verge of tears. Eric was enraged.

"Why didn't you just shoot the motherfucker?" he demanded.

"Why kill someone if you don't have to?" I asked reasonably. "That jackass had no damn idea what he was doing. He had the reflexes of a sloth." I took a drink of my beer. "It would be bad enough to shoot him, but to do it right in front of Carley ...." I shook my head. "That would be much worse. Nightmares, possible PTSD for her, no way. Not if I could help it."

I took another sip of beer. "If he'd been halfway competent, if he'd threatened Carley, if I wasn't sure I could take him out without shooting him, it would have been different. But I could see it in his eyes. He was a fool. He was in over his head."

Eric wasn't convinced. "How could you know so quickly? How could you make a decision like that in the time you had?"

"He looked at my hands," I said. "I raised my hands, as if I was giving up and he looked at my hands. That was just stupid. He'd been watching me for a few minutes. He had to know I wasn't holding anything. Why did he let himself get distracted by my hands? Because he was stupid. I could see it by the look on his face and the way his eyes tracked. He was slow as hell. The other thing was," I continued, "I waited until he started to say something. When you talk, it adds at least a half-second to your reaction time. His reaction time was shit begin with. I had all the time in the world to smack the crap out of him."

I smiled and looked at my right hand. "My hand still stings. I can't imagine what the side of his head feels like right now. He's probably got a real stunner of a headache. His leg is going to give him fits for quite a while, too. A kick like that can screw up hip and knee joints pretty badly."

Eric nodded, looking at his wife. He looked back at me. "I don't know how we can thank you. If Carley had been alone, there's no telling what that prick might have done. We owe you more than we can ever repay".

"Oh, think nothing of it. We'll all have a terrific story to tell our friends for the rest of our lives. You can't buy something like that for any amount."

"Well, anything we can ever do, just let us know. Carley says you don't need money and she's told us about your house. Still, we owe you big-time."

Cheryl stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. "Maybe there's something I can do to thank you," she said softly.

Carley laughed and elbowed her father. "And here we go!"

Cheryl pulled off her tank top and dropped her shorts. Her breasts were large, firm and truly spectacular, with wide, dark nipples. There wasn't a trace of hair from her neck to her toes. Her pink pussy lips protruded slightly. She was an inch or two taller than her daughter and much curvier. If it hadn't been for the fine lines around her eyes and at the corners of her mouth, she could have passed for a woman twenty years younger.

Cheryl leaned over me and held my face in her hands. "You saved my only daughter, Jack. There's nothing I won't do for you. Today or fifty years from now. Tell me what you want. Anything at all."

Carley giggled from across the table. "She means it, Jack. Of course you have to understand, she'll do pretty much anything for any guy with a hard-on."

Cheryl gave her daughter a dirty look. "Carley, that's so not true."

"It isn't?" Eric asked. "Seems to me I recall you blowing that fat sloppy kid from down the block two weeks ago and swallowing his load."

Eric turned to me. "She went out to get the mail and the kid was walking his mom's dog. Cheryl led him behind the Azaleas, pulled his pants down and sucked him off." He smiled at his wife. "Don't get me wrong. I know why you did it. You knew I was watching. You did it just for fun. You liked it. I liked it. The kid really liked it. Everybody had a good time. No harm done."

Cheryl grinned and wiggled her ass. "Next time, maybe I'll let him fuck me. A kid like that probably doesn't get laid very often."

"But back to business," she said. "Jack, if you want me, you can have me. Call it a down payment on the debt."

Carley spread her hands and shrugged. "You might as well do her, Jack. I guarantee you'll have a good time and Dad and I will get to watch."

Cheryl's hands were already busy with my belt. I stood up, kicked off my sandals and let her pull off my shorts and boxers. I stripped off my Hawaiian shirt and sleeveless T-shirt. Cheryl sat on her chair and pulled me in front of her. Eric held Carley's hand and watched as his wife pressed my hardening cock against my stomach and took her first lick of my scrotum. One at a time, Cheryl sucked my balls into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue. She did that several times until I was completely hard. Then she wrapped her lips around my cock head and, in one smooth motion, slid all the way down until her lips were touching my belly. She held that position for nearly a minute, working her throat and tongue on me. I twitched and throbbed in her throat.

I glanced over at Carley. She had one hand up the leg of her father's gym shorts, stroking him. Eric winked at me. He pulled his shorts to one side, exposing his daughter's hand on his erection. Carley bent and began sucking her father.

Cheryl noticed where I was looking. "I hope that's not going to be a problem, Jack," she said.

I shook my head. "No, it's no problem at all. My sister and I have been fucking forever . My father never found out. He wouldn't have approved. Our mom caught us, though and joined in. We fucked when Dad was away on business. I had a lot of three-ways with my mom and sister."

Cheryl looked relieved. "Tell me what you like. I'll be your sex slave if you want."

I pulled her to her feet and turned her to face across the table. "Bend over and put you elbows on the table top. I'm going to fuck you from behind while you watch your daughter blow your husband."

Cheryl bent over and stuck out her ass. I rubbed my cock against her slit until she was wet enough, then I roughly pushed into her. I've done the "sex slave" role-playing thing many times. I like it. It's good when I'm the slave, but much better when I'm the master. Cheryl wasn't especially tight, but she felt just fine. The walls of her pussy rippled on my cock.

As I fucked Cheryl, I looked past her at Carley and Eric. Carley was bobbing steadily on her father. She seemed to have one or two fingers on, or maybe in, Eric's ass. Eric looked directly into my eyes. "Fuck her hard," he said softly. "Fuck her ass if you want to. Fuck her tits. Fuck her mouth."

He put one hand on Carley's head, guiding her movements. "Do you want to see me fuck Carley?"

"Yeah. Have her sit on your lap, facing me. I want to see both your faces."

Carley stood up and took off her top and shorts. She pushed three fingers into her pussy, pulled them out and held them in front of her mom.

"Suck her fingers, Cheryl," I commanded. "Taste your kid's juices." Cheryl licked and sucked Carley's fingers. I fondled Cheryl's breasts with one hand and Carley's with the other.

"That's good, Carley. Now sit on your father's cock. I want to see him inside you while I fuck your mother."

Eric slid his shorts down and kicked them away.

Carley straddled her father's thighs and lowered herself onto his dick. Eric played with her breasts and flicked her nipples. When she was at the top of her stroke, Carley's wetness glistened brightly on her father's erect penis.

I squeezed Cheryl's breasts. They felt firm and totally natural. I'm not usually turned on by big boobs, since they're often fake. This was different. Cheryl's tits were real.

"Cheryl, I'm going to sit down and I want you to kneel in front of me and fuck me with your tits. Suck me and tit-fuck me."

Cheryl knelt between my thighs on a chair cushion. I was slick from her pussy. She wrapped her breasts around me and slid them up and down my shaft. It felt really good. She looked into my eyes and grinned. I bent my head and kissed her deeply. She kissed my neck and chest and belly, teasing me as she worked her way down to my cock. It was worth the wait. Cheryl had some serious cocksucking talent.




Carley Ch. 08



Carley stood up and led her father to the table. She stood sideways and grasped the edge of the table with both hands. Eric got behind her and they resumed fucking.

I admired the way Carley's breasts jiggled and bounced. Small ripples flowed across her ass when her father plunged into her. Carley grinned at me and stuck out her tongue.

It had only been a couple of hours since I'd cum in Alice. I been made strangely horny by the fight, but I didn't feel any urgency. I'd have time to do whatever I wanted to with Cheryl. I relaxed and let her alternate fucking me with her mouth and tits.

"Eric, lay on your back on the chaise lounge. Carley, get in sixty-nine position. Sit on his face. You look like you could use some oral. You can stroke him if you want to, but no sucking." They assumed the position. Carley used both hands on her father while he ate her. It wasn't long before she came.

"OK, now you can suck him. In fact, you can do whatever you want."

I lifted Cheryl and pulled her forward to sit on my lap. Her warm pussy engulfed me. She guided my hands to her breasts, held my face and kissed me. The kiss went on for a long time.

When I came up for air, I noticed that Carley was on her back on the chaise lounge with Eric between her legs in the classic "missionary" position. She said something to him I couldn't hear and they both laughed. He pulled out and moved down to eat her pussy. Carley held his head and shivered. "Uhhhhh," she groaned. "Ohhhh, Uhhhhhh!"

"Cheryl," I said, "Get up. I want to fuck you on the table."

I spread a couple of beach towels on the heavy glass table top to protect her back and laid her down with her ass at the edge. I pushed into her and she locked her ankles behind my lower back. I put both hands on her breasts and we fucked. She was a very sexy woman. I pulled her nipples and watched my cock gliding in and out of her. The tension was building.

Eric had gotten to his feet and was standing in front of Carley. Her cheeks dimpled as she sucked hard on her dad's cock. Eric held his daughter's head and humped her mouth. His stomach muscles jumped. "Ahhh, yes! Ahhhh, mmmmmm". Carley sucked his cock head and jerked him rapidly. His expression told me how good it felt to cum in Carley's mouth. Carley sucked and swallowed.

"Cheryl," I whispered, "when I start to cum I'm going to pull out. I want you to jerk me off. Use one hand on my dick and the other on my balls. Jerk me fast." She nodded.

"Okay, now!"

I pulled out. Cheryl grabbed my slippery cock and jerked me. I kept my hands on her tits. Cum spurted across her belly and up to her throat.

When I was finished, Cheryl sat up and kissed me. Cum ran down her body and into her crotch.

I backed away and Carley dropped to one knee. She licked and sucked me as my erection faded.

Eric kissed his wife, then sucked her nipples and began licking cum off her breasts and stomach. Cheryl lay back and he slurped at her pussy.

Damn, I thought. This is one seriously interesting family.

Later, after we'd all cleaned up and were on our second round of beers, Carley turned to me.

"You haven't seen Mom's orchids, have you?" she said. "She's go a greenhouse around front".

We all walked around the east side of the house and Cheryl led us into her greenhouse. There were orchids everywhere.

I don't know the first thing about orchids, but Cheryl was only too happy to educate me.

I commented on the way some of them looked like little vaginas. Cheryl grinned. "You're not the first one to notice that."

Eric was looking out through the glass at the street. "Isn't that your little buddy?" he asked his wife.

A tall, fat blond kid was slowly walking a dog across the street.

"Yep, that's him," said Cheryl. She got a wicked look on her face. "I think it's time for lesson number two."

Cheryl walked quickly to the sidewalk and called to the kid. He hurried over. Cheryl took the dog's leash and hooked it over a loop in the ironwork holding her mailbox. She motioned for the boy to follow her and they walked behind a row of bushes blocking the view from the street. She turned to face him and put her hands on his shoulders.

We were in plain view, no more than twenty feet away, standing in the greenhouse. But the kid only had eyes for Cheryl.

Cheryl asked him a question. He smiled and nodded. She asked him something else. He glanced toward the street and nodded again.

Cheryl pulled off her top and dropped it behind her. The kid stared at her beautiful breasts. Cheryl lifted his hands and placed them on her tits. She put her hands around his neck and let him squeeze and play with her.

A distinct bulge was growing at the kid's crotch.

Cheryl asked another question. The kid nodded and said something we couldn't hear. Cheryl pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them. She guided his right hand to her vagina. She held his hand and talked to him softly, obviously giving him instructions. She tilted her hips forward and the kid slipped a finger into her. She continued talking as the kid finger-fucked her. She moved her pussy against his hand. At that point, the kid wouldn't have noticed being dropped into the middle of a rock concert. Cheryl asked him a question and kid nodded so hard I was afraid he would give himself whiplash.

Cheryl stepped away. She sat down and lay back on the grass. The kid fumbled frantically with his belt. Cheryl opened her legs. The kid yanked off his shorts and briefs. He knelt between her knees. Trying to keep him calm, Cheryl got him into position and inside her. He started pumping away like a madman.

Despite Cheryl's best efforts, the kid was almost impossible to control. She finally got him to stop and just lay still, enjoying the feeling. It looked like she was squeezing him and trying to show him something about control. It didn't work very well.

In less than a minute, the kid opened his mouth and closed his eyes. He came with a series of grunts we could hear plainly.

Cheryl was barely able to keep him from collapsing on top of her. He rolled off and lay on his back, panting.

Cheryl rolled to her knees and stood up.

"Get up," she commanded. The kid hesitated and then got to his feet.

Cheryl was talking much louder now. We had no trouble hearing her.

"That might have been good for you, but it sucked for me," she told him. "I can understand you probably haven't fucked many girls. How many have you fucked?"

The kid looked down and mumbled.

"None?' Cheryl said. "I'm your first? Why do you think that is?"

The kid blushed. He didn't say anything.

"Yeah, you know why," said Cheryl. "It's because you're fat. Girls like to fuck, but they don't want to fuck a fat guy like you."

Cheryl poked the kid in his gut. "You have to get rid of this shit. And I'm going to give you some incentive." She cupped his balls. "Here's the deal. You lose ten pounds and I'll let you fuck me again. Or I'll give you a blowjob. Your choice." She grabbed two handfuls of fat. "Lose another ten pounds of this and I'll do you three more times. Another ten pounds and I'll get a few of my girlfriends to come over for the day. We'll all suck and fuck you as often as you can get it up. Lose forty pounds and you won't need me. Your dick is over six inches long now. If you get rid of this flab on your belly, you'll have a nine or ten inch dick. Any guy who's hung like that can get laid. Word gets around. You have a lot to learn about sex, but we can handle that."

"Get you pants and come with me." The kid picked up his pants. He hadn't taken off his shirt.

Cheryl, still naked, led him up the steps and into the house. We stayed where we were.

A few minutes later, they came out onto the porch.

"OK," Cheryl said, "I know what you weigh now. Come back when you lose ten pounds. Think about whether you want to fuck me or get blown." She stroked his balls. "My friends and I can teach you everything you need to know about sex. If you can get in shape, you'll have all the pussy you can use."

They were in plain view of the street. The kid checked nervously for passing traffic. No one was in sight. The kid's cock stiffened and Cheryl pumped him slowly. We watched from a few feet away.

"Do you want to touch me again?"

The kid nodded.

"Say it out loud. Say what you want to do."

"I want to touch your tits and your pussy. I want to fuck you again." The kid had a surprisingly deep voice.

"I'm not going to let you fuck me," said Cheryl. "You can touch me, though. Touch me and I'll jerk you off."

Cheryl stroked the kid and caressed his balls. She let him play with her breasts. He explored her pussy and clit. His breathing sped up.

Cheryl pushed his hands away and got behind him. With one hand under his ass, she held his balls. With the other hand, she reached around and stroked him. She winked at us and whispered in his ear.

The kid rose on the balls of his feet. He gasped. Cum arced through the late afternoon sunlight and splashed on the steps. Cheryl jerked him until his orgasm ended. She wiped her hands on his shirt.

"Now get going. Next time I see you, you'd better be running."

She slapped him on the ass and gave him a shove toward the sidewalk.

When he was gone, Cheryl picked up her clothes and joined us.

"And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson," laughed Eric. "Always picking up stray kittens, aren't you? They're usually a lot smaller than that one!"

"He'll be alright. He's really a sweet kid. He just needs someone to get him going in the right direction. He's tall and blond and pretty good looking. He'll be a stud when I get through with him."

"Well," I said, "This has been an interesting day on several levels, but I need to get going. I have to fly to Reagan National tomorrow. I'm scheduled to testify on Monday before a sub-committee about funding for private companies involved in the space launch business."

"Wow, no shit?" said Eric. "Do you need a ride to the airport?"

"No, I'm flying out of Melbourne. I can park in the General Aviation lot. I'll fly my dad's old Lear 60."

"Wait a minute!" said Carley. "You have your own jet? You fly your own jet? When were you planning to tell me?"

"I didn't buy it, I inherited it. I've had my license since I was eighteen. The plane's good for medium and short-range hops. I wouldn't try taking it overseas."

"Jesus freaking Christ!" said Carley. "You're the most infuriating man I've ever met." She smiled and kissed me. "Also the sexiest. I can't wait to see what you come up with next."

"Do you need a ride home?" I asked Carley.

"No, I'll stay here for supper. One of these perverts will give me a ride later."

They walked me to my car. Cheryl was still naked. A thick, crusty line of cum was visible where it had dribbled out of her and dried on her inner thigh. She hugged me. "Remember what I said. You can have me any time, anywhere, any way. When my friends hear what you did, they'll want you too. Everybody loves to fuck a hero."

to be continued .......

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For those of you who might be interested, when I had "Jimmy" (not his real name, of course) on the ground I used pepper spray rather than the stungun I carry now. Also, the handgun I was carrying that day was a Glock 19. I carried that little gun daily for about 16 years and swapped it out last year for a Springfield Armory XDm 9mm with the short "3.8" slide and the full-size (19 round magazine) frame.

When he learned I was packing, the real cop who responded to my 911 call wasn't nearly as friendly and understanding as the cop in this story. He took my gun and locked it in the trunk of his car until his shift supervisor showed up and decided I wasn't the bad guy.

Due to this incident and the extensive rap sheet he'd generated, Jimmy was sentenced to 20 years as a "habitual criminal". He was granted early release in 2009. Jimmy almost immediately violated his parole by leaving the state. He was killed in a botched home invasion in Colorado four months later by an alert single mom with a shotgun. Jimmy, it seems, had a very limited understanding of the victim selection process.



Carley Ch. 09



This series of stories takes place in a society much like our own. The main difference is that nearly all diseases, including STDs, have been eliminated by a device that was accidentally invented decades earlier. That invention, combined with reliable pregnancy control, resulted in an explosion of casual, no-strings sex. Without the fear of pregnancy or disease, people can have sex with anyone they're attracted to. Casual sex with friends and strangers is safe and is usually considered nothing more than entertainment. Read chapter one of this series for further explanation. 

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"Oh, look, he caught a fish!" Marja pointed excitedly to an osprey, zooming up from the surface of the Banana River with a mullet in its talons. The fish struggled futilely. 

"The nest is in the tall tree on the point of that island," I told her, pointing it out. As we watched, the eagle flapped its way to a landing. "I think they have chicks. It's the right time of year."

Marja smiled at me. "I love the view, Jack. I didn't know Florida was like this."

Marja's friend, Thor, was sitting next to her in a wide recliner on the dock behind my house. Thor looked slightly out of place next to the gorgeous six foot blond Finnish heiress. Thor, despite his name, was a dwarf. As is often the case, Thor had a normal size body and a slightly larger than normal head. He was about four foot eight. Contained in that head of his was the mind of an applied math genius and a very talented mechanical engineer. Before I met Marja, I'd corresponded with Thor, picking his brain concerning some of the finer points of calculating the strength of exotic materials. Working together, we'd come up with some significantly advanced techniques for manufacturing super-light components for the growing commercial space business. Our patents were worth several fortunes. 

Thor closed his eyes, relaxing in the mid-morning sun. Behind us, I could hear pock, pock, pock from the tennis court and splashes and laughter from the pool. Marja had brought four of her friends from Finland. The group spent three days in New York and had flown down to Florida, arriving early this morning. They all spoke perfect English and were turning out to be excellent house guests. 

Carley, who was a fine tennis player, had teamed up with George for a doubles match against two of the Finns, Neko and Thor's wife Taava. The match had been going on for quite a while. Judging by the grunts and cursing, it was close. They sounded serious. Well, there was a lot at stake. 

Thor opened his eyes and snorted. "It's too hot. I'll be in the pool." He hopped down and took a second to caress Marja's right breast and pinch her nipple. He easily dodged her backhand slap. They both laughed.

"It's funny," I said. "I had no idea when I met you that you might know Thor. I'd never met him in person. We'd talked on the phone and sent a ton of e-mails. He just might be the smartest person I know." 

"He's my cousin by marriage," said Marja. "We've known each other for twenty years or more." 

Marja raised her arms and stretched. It was a sight worth seeing.

"One day, many years ago," she told me, "we were visiting my grandfather's estate. I could tell Thor was unhappy. I got him alone and made him tell me what was wrong. Kids at school had been teasing him about his size. He was afraid he would never be able to have sex with a girl because of the way he looked. I led him into the gardens where no one could see and made him take off his trousers and underwear. I'm a lesbian, of course, but I'd had a little experience with boys. I knew what a normal boy looked like. Thor looked normal to me. While I was examining him, he got an erection. He looked perfectly normal, maybe larger than normal."

Marja smiled at the memory. "I had given only one boy a handjob after sucking him a little. I offered to give Thor a blowjob. Naturally, he accepted at once. I had him lay on the grass and I took off my dress and lay between his legs. That was probably the simplest, most basic blowjob in history, but Thor loved it. He came very fast. It surprised me when his sperm flew into my mouth. I hadn't thought about what I would do with his sperm. It didn't taste or feel bad, so I swallowed it. Some leaked out past my lips and I licked that off him and swallowed it, too. You've never seen a happier boy in your life."

Marja's story had given me an erection. She reached over and stroked me with her fingertips. 

"Thor begged me to suck him some more. He was still hard. You know how I am, Jack. I liked the feeling of power when I made him spill. I liked the control. I was just discovering this about myself. I continued blowing him, trying different things to see what would produce the strongest reaction. I don't like the way penises look, but they are very interesting. Figuring out the best way to give a boy maximum pleasure and make him spill is like solving a puzzle. I like puzzles."

"My mouth and tongue got tired and I had to stop. Thor wanted to fuck me. I had never had a penis inside me and didn't really want to do that. Thor begged me. 'Just for a minute,' he said. 'I just want to know what it feels like'. I told him he could put it in me, but he'd have to take it right out again. No fucking! If he tried to fuck me, I was going to hit him!"

Marja laughed. "Can you guess how well that worked? As soon as he touched his penis to my vagina, he came! He tried to push into me, but I felt his wetness and I pushed him away. He was devastated. He wanted to fuck so much! It made me sad." 

"We sat and talked. I let him touch me. He was such a nice boy. He told me I was beautiful and sexy. I let him touch and play with my breasts, but I didn't want him to touch my vagina. He kept asking me and finally I let him. He had a gentle touch and it felt good. It wasn't as nice as being touched by a girl, but I liked it. I let him put his fingers in me and massage my clitoris."

"Soon, Thor was hard again. I lay back and opened my legs. His touch had made me wet enough and he pushed his penis into me. It felt warm, but hard and strange. I wasn't sure if I liked it. I could feel the base of his penis against my clitoris when he thrust into me and that was pleasurable. He began fucking me, telling me how good it felt. I started to feel nervous, thinking about his sperm shooting up inside me. I didn't want that. Having him on top of me made me very uneasy. I pushed him away. That was hard to do. He didn't want to stop. I'm sure he was about to spill. He didn't fight me, but he resisted."

Marja sighed. "It hurt me to make him stop, but I couldn't tolerate having sperm inside me. I don't know why, but the thought disgusts me. I can't stand it. Thor was almost beside himself. I pushed him onto his back and sucked him. That was the first time I'd tasted myself on an erection. It was very stimulating. I sucked Thor hard and fast and he spilled in my mouth again. I didn't lose a drop that time. I swallowed it all." She smiled. "I loved the way he moved, the sounds he made, the way his penis twitched and spurted when he came. I loved making him do those things."

Out in the channel, a pontoon boat slowly cruised past with two couples on it. They were all nude and they waved to us. The woman at the wheel was being fucked from behind by another woman wearing a big pink strap-on. One of the men stood behind her, apparently fucking her in the ass. The other man sat in the rear seat holding a glass of wine. They seemed like friendly folks. Marja squeezed my erection and we waved back. 

"After his second blowjob, Thor felt much better. I told him he was completely normal, sexually. He was a dwarf, but I was sure that wouldn't keep him from having sex. We got dressed and wandered around, talking." 

It was pleasant sitting in the warm, late morning sun with Marja stroking me. I remembered how good it felt when I came inside her in Venice and how quickly that feeling had disappeared when I saw how upset she was. My erection wilted.

"What's wrong?' asked Marja.

"I was thinking about Venice, and the way you reacted when I came in you. That bothers me a lot. Sex should always be about pleasure and fun and maybe love. I hurt you. That was wrong. I knew how you felt about having a man cum inside you. I told myself it was your decision and it would be alright, but I knew better. I shouldn't have done it. I can't tell you how sorry I am."

"Oh, Jack!" she said. "Please don't feel that way. I never blamed you. You had been kind to me. You treated me well. I liked you very much and I still do. I wanted to do something nice for you. It was enjoyable, being on top of you and riding you, watching you become more and more excited. I had that feeling of power and control I get when I suck a man. I thought I might get the same satisfaction by making you spill inside me. I hadn't happened that way before, but it had been years since I'd tried it."

Marja shook her head. "Nothing had changed. It was very distressing."

Marja got up and sat on my lap. "Listen to me! That was not your fault! You are not to blame yourself. Not at all." She touched my face and smiled. "When you think about Venice, remember fucking me during my fantasy. Those were two of the most intense orgasms I've had in my life. I didn't tell you, but I was imagining my brother fucking me and spilling in my womb, maybe making me pregnant. If you had spilled in me, it would have been, how do you say, the icing on the cake. But you didn't know that. What you and Lora did for me was something I'll treasure until I die." She kissed me. "Before I leave, I'm going to let you fuck me again." She shook her finger in my face. "But no spilling inside me! Anyplace else is good. Well, not in my ass. You know how I feel about that."

Cheers and cursing erupted at the tennis court. A tennis racket sailed over the bougainvilleas, bounced off the dock and into the water. Marja and I got up and headed for the source of the noise. 

Carley and George were doing a victory dance around Neko and Taava. Neko was curled into a ball with his hands over his ears. Taava held her racket as if she were about to commit murder, shouting in Finnish at her partner. I got the impression Neko might have made a boo-boo.

Carley ran over and jumped into my arms. "We won! We fucking beat them!! What a match!" She was very sweaty and very, very happy. 

"What happened? Did Neko fuck up?"

Carley nodded, grinning. 

Taava glared at me. "He missed an easy shot! He was outside the line by a meter!" She turned to Neko. "Goat fucker!" she yelled. "Limp dick, yogurt balls, boy lover!" She switched to Finnish. 

Vavara, Ruth, Dean, Thor and Lora hurried over from the pool. They were all wet and naked. Ruth and Dean were holding hands. Ruth's bald head shone brightly in the sun. Vavara's black hair hung straight down her back to below her ass. She was very beautiful. She had the look of "old money". I hadn't gotten a chance to get to know her yet and I was looking forward to it. 

"About time you got finished," said Dean. "I want to see how you settle the bet."

"Showers first," said George. He and Carley walked toward the house chattering happily with their arms around each other. Taava stalked off behind them. Neko sat up, relieved that no one seemed interested in killing him. 

Neko looked around. "Where's my racket?" 

"You threw it in the river," I said. "Or somebody did. There's a boathook under the overhang above the boat." 

Neko walked dejectedly toward the dock. 

Marja laughed. "I want to swim before they get back. It should be a good show".

A half hour later we were all sitting in chairs out of the sun on my rear patio. George and Lora were happy as clams. Taava, sitting on her husband's lap, was infuriated but resigned. Neko was looking guilty and depressed. 

"Okay, " I said. "As I understand it, the losers become sex slaves to the winners for an hour. Taava, you now belong to George. Carley, you own Neko." I punched a button on my watch to start the stopwatch. 

"Go!"

Taava knelt in front of George. She was a medium size girl with full, natural breasts and a pretty face. Her light brown hair and pale skin contrasted sharply with George's coal black hair and skin. "What is your wish, Master?"

Ruth laughed. "That's no mystery. George loves ass. He's going to fuck your ass three or four times. I hope you're ready."

Taava smiled. "I like it in the ass," she said. "Does my master wish to fuck my ass?"

"Actually," said George, "no I don't. At least not right now. Right now I want you to suck my cock. Get me good and hard. We'll see what develops."

Taava tossed a cushion onto the tile floor of the patio and got down on her knees. She gripped George and began jerking him slowly. She moved her mouth toward his cock. 

"Just a minute," said George. "Tell me something; have you sucked a black man before?"

Taava shook her head.

"How do you feel about it?"

Taava leaned forward, opened her mouth wide and engulfed George's cock. He was pretty soft, but at least seven inches long. We could see Taava's jaw move. Her tongue slid around inside her cheeks. George sat back with a sigh.

Neko stood in front of Carley with his head down. He looked really unhappy. Marja had told me earlier that he liked rough, dominant sex and was looking forward to running through a series of rape scenarios, repeatedly tying Carley up, making her suck him, then gagging her and fucking her pussy and ass. All that was within the rules of the bet, but if he'd actually hurt Carley, he'd have made the trip home to Finland in a full body cast. Fortunately for him, he hadn't gotten the chance and now the shoe was on the other foot. I'd told Carley about his plans and she was ready. 

"Neko," she said. "There's a mat in the storage room over there. Bring it out and spread it here in the middle of the floor."

Neko did as he was told. 

"Now, pick me up and lay me on the mat." 

Carley only weighed about 115 pounds, but Neko was small, too. He was in good shape, but he outweighed Carley by no more than 30 pounds. Getting her out of her chair and onto the mat wasn't easy.

"Now," commanded Carley, "get down there and eat me. If I don't like what you're doing, I'll tell you what I want. And you will do it!"

Neko got into position and started eating her. Carley grabbed him by the ears and steered him up and down and back and forth, issuing a constant flow of commands. She kept his face firmly against her vagina, making it hard for him to breathe. Neko started to sweat. 

George watched Taava work. He was fully erect, making it tough for Taava to get more than about five inches of his rod in her mouth. She licked his balls and cock, apparently enjoying herself. George pulled her up his body and kissed her. He had her kiss his face and neck. She sucked his nipples. He kissed her again, then told her to stand up. 

"Play with yourself," George told her. "Get yourself good and wet. When you're ready, you're going to sit on my cock and fuck me."

Taava used both hands. It wasn't long before we could all hear the liquid, squelching sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. 

"That's good," said George. He adjusted the back of his chaise lounge to almost full recline. His erection pointed straight up. "Now fuck me."

Taava swung her leg over George. She looked between them, lowered herself and slid over George. She hadn't used her hands. Quite a trick, considering the diameter of George's erection. She glanced toward Thor, who gave her a thumbs-up.

Taava gripped the arms of George's chair and fucked him. George explored her body. He had a big grin on his face.

In the meantime, Neko was struggling. Carley seemed more interested in making his life a living hell than in getting off. Finally, she held him in the same place long enough for her to cum. I knew Carley well and that wasn't a very good orgasm. It was her show, though. She had her agenda and Neko was stuck with it. 

Vavara caught my eye and crooked her finger at me. She led me through the French doors into the house and turned to face me.

"Marja has been talking non-stop about you and your sister and Carley since she got home. She told us everything about your fun together. It sounded marvelous."

Vavara stood quietly, with her hands at her sides. "I'm a guest in your home, so I shouldn't ask for a favor, but I'd like to know. Tell me please, would you like to have sex with me?"

I laughed. "Are you kidding? You're a very beautiful woman. You have an exquisite body. Haven't you noticed that way I've looked at you? I want you and I haven't tried to hide it."

Vavara blushed. "I noticed. I want you, too.

I took her in my arms and held her. I caressed her back and ass. Her right hand slipped between us and she cupped my scrotum.

"Before we start, I have to tell you what I like and don't like. It's strange, I know, but I hate oral sex. Kissing anywhere else is good, but not there. Touching is always good, anywhere. I hate anal sex. I did it once and it was terrible. He was kind and gentle and loving, but it was terrible. When I felt his sperm spill in my ass I thought I would die."

Vavara leaned back and looked into my eyes. "I'm sorry I don't like these things. I can't help it. I do love to have a man inside me in the usual way in almost any position." She gave my balls a little squeeze. "I'd like to fuck with you. You're a very attractive man. If you don't require oral or anal sex, we can enjoy each other and have fun."

"Straight sex is fine with me," I said. "How do you want to start?"

"Touch me and I'll touch you. We can use that couch."

We sat on the sofa. We kissed and Vavara moved my hand to her breasts. She caressed my chest and abs. She was an excellent kisser. 

I broke the kiss. "I want to look at your body."

Vavara really was exceptionally beautiful. She obviously worked out hard. There was a lot of definition in her arms, legs and abs. She had very firm, natural breasts. I kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples. My hand dropped to her vagina. She was only a little damp. I touched her outer lips and she opened her legs all the way. I moved one finger inside her and felt her wetness. Vavara turned with a sigh and reclined on the sofa. She opened her legs, raising them toward the ceiling. With any other woman, I'd take that as a sign she wanted me to go down on her. Instead, I slid two fingers into Vavara's pussy. I got on my knees between her thighs and kissed and licked her breasts and nipples as she moved against my fingers. She used both hands on my cock and balls. She was seriously lovely and wet. I was seriously hard. My cock was only a few inches from her vagina. I shifted slightly and slid between her lips. She lifted her hips and I entered her for the first time. 

I always love the feeling of penetrating a woman for the first time. Each woman has a different feel, a different texture. Some feel a little rough and others feel smooth. Vavara's pussy was like oiled silk. She was almost supernaturally smooth and tight. She felt fantastic. She felt wonderful. 

I pulled out and rubbed myself inside her lips and against her clit. When I moved inside her again, the feeling was the same. Vavara had an outstanding pussy. This was going to be an outstanding fuck. Or so I thought. 

As I stroked into her, Vavara raised her pelvis and thrust back at me, signaling that she wanted to fuck harder. I increased the intensity of my thrusts, but no matter how much harder I fucked her, she wanted more.

Vavara hooked her heels behind my ass and forcefully pulled me into her with every stroke. "Hit me," she hissed. "Hit me, hit me, hit me."

What the fuck? I thought. Does she want me to slap her?

"Pump! Pump hard! Hit me with your prick!! Pump, pump, pump!" Her voice had taken on a low, raspy, savage tone. This was getting a little spooky.




Carley Ch. 09



I slammed into Vavara, trying to mash her clit with every stroke and that seemed to be what she wanted. She didn't need to be fucked fast, but she surely was fixated on being fucked really, really hard. 

At first, I was afraid I was going to hurt her. That fear passed in the first half minute. To Vavara, there was no such thing as "too hard". I slammed into her time and time again. She wailed and shook, digging her heels into my ass. She came, shaking her head and thrashing. I pounded into her without any letup and she came again. 

Vavara slowed her movements and seemed to go limp. She whimpered. 

That was quick, I thought. Is she through?

After a moment, she opened her eyes.

"That was good." She smiled. "Did you spill?"

I just looked at her. "Shit no! Are you serious? With all that goddamned 'pumping' I couldn't feel a thing."

Vavara looked at me innocently. "I like vigorous sex. Some men like it. Some don't."

"'Vigorous' is right! It might have been a good idea to tell me about that 'vigorous sex' shit when you were going through your list of what you like and don't like," I said angrily. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to fuck you the way I like to fuck. No 'pumping' if you please. We're going to do this more slowly, so I can feel what the hell I'm doing."

I started thrusting and Vavara's heels immediately went to my ass. She pressed, trying to get me going. 

"Vavara, stop it! I fucked you the way you wanted and got you off. Twice. Now it's my turn. Lie still. Don't move. I'm going to go slow. I want to look at that body of yours and feel your velvety pussy around me. I can't do that if you're bouncing around and kicking me in the ass."

I supported myself on my hands and glided in and out of her. She felt incredible. 

Vavara closed her eyes and tried to keep still. I could tell it was hard for her. Tough shit, I thought. You blindsided me with that "hit me" crap. Now you can lie there like a normal human female while I fuck you and dump my load in you. If you don't like it, you can kiss my ass.

After five or six minutes, Vavara opened her eyes. "Are you going to spill soon?" she asked.

"I'll cum when I'm ready. Do you have another appointment?" 

She frowned, closed her eyes and tried to relax. 

"Hold still and keep quiet," I told her. "Trying to rush me isn't going to help."

The next ten minutes were very enjoyable. Even without her exceptional vagina, fucking a woman with such a great body would be fun. I repeatedly brought myself almost to the point of orgasm and then stopped until the tension faded, savoring the feeling, giving myself pleasure without any regard for the woman underneath me. I entertained myself by playing with her superb breasts and sucking her small, hard nipples. Vavara screwed up her face and twitched. In a perverse way, the fact that she was so impatient for me to finish made it even better for me. 

As I got closer to my orgasm, I decided to mess with Vavara some more. I fucked her carefully, building up the pressure, feeling the tension increase. "I'm almost there, Vavara," I lied, getting her hopes up. "Just a little more." I stopped moving and flexed my cock inside her until Vavara started to squirm. Then I fucked her, keeping it slow, lengthening my strokes and using her lovely body as a vehicle for masturbation until finally I came, launching gouts of cum into the weird, freaky Finn. She lay there, ignoring my pleasure. 

When I'd finished, Vavara opened her eyes and looked at my as if I were a train that had arrived late. Well, what the hell. It had been a totally impersonal fuck, but a fine, intense orgasm in the tight pussy of a beautiful woman. You can't have everything. 

I backed out of Vavara and cleaned myself with wipes from a tub on the coffee table. Vavara wiped the front of her body and her crotch. Neither of us said anything. Vavara headed in the direction of the nearest downstairs bathroom. I went outside.

Things were heating up.

Taava had "assumed the position" with her hands braced against the wall. True to form, George had his cock firmly planted in her ass. Thor sat on a long footstool close to them, not missing a thing. Lora sat next to Thor, idly jerking him. 

"That's a good slave," crooned George. "My slave has a nice tight ass. Mmmmm, such a nice tight Scandinavian ass." George thrust into Taava and pulled out slowly. "Could use a little more lube, though." He plucked a bottle off the cocktail table and squirted a dollop onto his erection. He stroked into Taava a couple of times. "Ahhhh, much better." Taava moved in synch with him. She was definitely enjoying George's cock in her ass. 

Carley hadn't moved from the mat. A light sheen of sweat covered her body. Neko tongue-fucked her frantically. 

I bent over Lora. "They're still at it?"

"Yeah. She's fucking relentless. Once she got Neko doing just what she wanted, she wouldn't let him stop. She just keeps cumming and cumming. I'm starting to feel sorry for the poor bastard. His neck and tongue must be killing him." Lora jerked her chin at George and Taava. "This is really cool, though. After George fucked her for a while, he made her suck him again. Then he got her up against the wall. Taava must have done a hell of a lot of ass fucking. George's big dick went into her like nothing. He told her not to cum, but I know she has, at least four times." Lora looked at her watch. "It's been almost twenty-five minutes. George better cum soon if he wants to get to round two."

As if on cue, George picked up his pace. "Nice slave. Sexy slave. Your ass feels perfect, slave." We could all hear George slapping Taava's ass as he got down to the short strokes. "Get ready, slave. Get ready." He slammed into her half a dozen more times. "Yesss, that's it! Ohhh, fuck! Ahhhh! Oh, shit that's good!" George pumped hard into Taava, who came loudly. 

Thor leaned back, put his hand on Lora's head and nudged her toward his erection. "Could you blow me, please?" Lora licked him and began sucking his cock head. "That's perfect," Thor said. "Thank you." His eyes never left his wife and George. 

George took a seat on his recliner and handed Taava a tub of wipes. "Clean me, slave. Do a good job. Remember, this cock's going to be in your mouth again real soon."

Vavara came out of the house and sat in one of the recliners. She looked bored, as if she'd just come from the library. 

On the mat, Carley shoved Neko away from her. "That's enough for now." She got onto her knees and rested her face on the mat. "Fuck me. I'm ready for some cock."

To no one's surprise, Neko was totally flaccid. He knelt there in confusion. By the rules, he was obligated to do what Carley told him. Without a hard-on, though, he was going to have a tough time. 

Carley looked behind her. "Fuck me! Right now! What the hell are you waiting for?"

Ruth was laughing so hard she had the hiccups. "Look at his dick, Carley. He's soft as a boiled noodle." She cracked up again. "I think I saw some splints in the house!"

Carley rolled over and sat up. She looked at Neko's penis with disgust. "All that time with your face in my snatch and you don't have a stiffy? Fuck, I'm insulted." She waved her arms at us. "Anybody want to buy a worthless slave?"

Neko looked like shit. He liked humiliating and degrading women, but when the roles were reversed, he couldn't handle it. 

Vavara hurried over and squatted next to Carley. She spoke softly to her, trying to talk Carley into something and Carley was having none of it. Vavara persisted. A gob of cum slid out of Vavara and plopped onto the mat. Marja saw it and grinned at me. I waggled my dick at her. Finally, Carley relented. 

"Slave, you have performed well under adverse conditions. Which you damned well deserved!" She got to her feet. "Bring me a chair." Neko grabbed a padded PVC pipe chair and set it on the mat. Carley sat down and motioned Neko to stand in front of her. She leaned forward. "I'm going to suck your useless dick until you get hard. Don't you dare cum in my mouth." She gave him a couple of licks, then started sucking. Neko put one hand on her head and she slapped it away. "No touching! Keep your hands behind your back!" Neko did as he was told and Carley continued giving him head. 

I checked my watch. A little over 15 minutes to go.

George had Taava on her back on a recliner with her head hanging over the end. Her mouth was wide open. He was throat-fucking her enthusiastically, pausing every now and then to let her breathe. Taava had no trouble at all, despite the size of George's cock and the force he was using. George pulled Taava's nipples as he fucked her face. 

About three feet away, Lora was on her hands and knees on one of the recliner cushions with Thor standing behind her. Thor was fucking my sister, but he seemed much more interested in watching George's cock piston in and out of his wife's throat. On the other side of George and Taava, Dean was getting a blowjob from Ruth. 

Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Even Neko was perking up. He had a pretty respectable erection and he was smiling. 

Carley spit Neko's dick out and shoved the chair out of the way. She lay down on the mat and opened her legs. Neko looked hopeful. The look didn't last.

"Now," said Carley in a drill sergeant's tone, "I'm going to lie here on my back and you're going to fuck me. Keep your hands on the mat. Don't try to touch me. Your only job is to make me cum. When I've been satisfied, I'll allow you to have an orgasm. But! You will not have that orgasm in me! You will stand before me and I will masturbate you. To show my generosity, I will allow you to ejaculate on my body. Now fuck me!!"

Neko scrambled on top of her and they started fucking. Carley let him set the pace. She closed her eyes, ignoring Neko as much as possible. 

George jack-hammered his cock into Taava's face another dozen times, then pulled out. "Come with me, slave." He yanked Taava off the recliner and over to Carley's mat. "See what they're doing? I'm going to fuck you like that. I'm going to squirt about a quart of cum into you, to take home and show your friends. If you want to cum, be my guest. Get down there and get your legs wide apart."

Taava dropped to the mat, rolled onto her back and pointed her toes at the sky. George wasted no time getting on top of her and shoving his cock in. George was a strong guy and he fucked Taava with long, hard strokes, slamming into her with impressive force. She came right away. Next to them, Carley came, too. 

Vavara watched George with her mouth open. She obviously liked what she saw. Too bad George loved all the types of sex she hated. 

"Are you ready, slave?" George asked. "You fucking well better be, because here it comes!" George's body stiffened and he held himself tight against Taava. She had a big smile on her face. It was hard to tell who'd had the best time, the master or the slave.

Behind me I heard Thor grunt. I turned to see him cumming in my sister's pussy. 

I took Marja's arm and guided her onto the lawn. "You are a devious, evil woman," I told her.

"Why Jack, what do you mean?"

"You showed up here with a man who likes to tie women up and abuse them, and a freaky, neurotic lunatic who hates oral sex, wants to have her clitoris beaten and thinks regular sex is boring. Half your friends are psychotic."

I shook my head. "I thought we could be friends, Marja," I said with a straight face, "but you're crazy!" Then I cracked up. 

Marja laughed. "I was trying to help you, Jack. I wanted to broaden your horizons."

"Well, it turned out okay. Neko got his head handed to him, if you'll pardon the pun, and I managed to have an excellent orgasm in Vavara. That wasn't easy. She's nuts! At least Thor and Taava are pretty sane." 

I checked my watch as we walked back to the patio.

Carley," I said in a stage whisper, "this is your five minute warning".

Carley rolled Neko off of her, set her chair back on the mat and sat down. 

"Stand in front of me, slave." She looked around. "Somebody give me the lube". Ruth tossed the bottle to her.

Carley squirted a blob onto her hand and smeared it over Neko's dick. 

"I'm going to jerk you off, slave. Keep your hands behind your back. Here we go."

For the first time, Neko looked as if he was having fun. Carley was good at handjobs. She jerked him fast, then slow. She teased him by almost touching his cock with her lips and tongue. She played with his balls. It wasn't long before Neko started breathing fast. His abs fluttered, he released a loud Ahhhh, and cum sprayed across Carley's neck and breasts. She stroked him, rubbing her thumb under the tip of his cock. Cum shot out another six or seven times. For a guy who didn't weigh 150 pounds, Neko was packing a lot of juice. 

When Carley was sure Neko was finished, she wiped her hands on his thighs and stood up. "Jack," she asked, "what's for lunch?"

Later that afternoon, Dean and Ruth had gone and the Finns were in their rooms, napping or having sex. The last time I'd seen George and Lora, they were sixty-nineing in the living room. 

Carley and I sat in my den-slash-office, surfing homemade porn sites. Carley had a thing about cumshot videos. On the monitor, a girl knelt in front of a guy with an oversized dick, sitting in an office chair. The video camera was apparently mounted on a tripod near the chair. The girl sucked the head of the guy's cock. She spit on his dick and stroked him with both hands. When he came, she closed her eyes and let his cum splatter onto her face and into her hair. She laughed delightedly. Without opening her eyes, she sucked the last of his cum and used her tongue on the head of his cock. 

"It's funny you like watching facials," I said. "You never ask me to do that."

"Well, it's like anal sex. I usually don't like doing it, but I like watching it. I like watching BDSM, too. I like watching trannys fuck. I don't like the slick, professional stuff. Of course, so many people are posting their sex videos online that you can pretty much ignore the pros. I'd much rather watch real people have sex. Actors just aren't convincing."

She clicked on another link. A woman in her 60s was being fucked doggy style by a man about the same age who, according to the title of the video, was a stranger. The "stranger" pulled out and the woman spun around. Using her hands and mouth, she got him off and caught his load on her face. 

"What's the oldest guy you've had sex with?" I asked.

"I've got a neighbor three doors down who's seventy-seven. He's a retired jet engine mechanic. He can fix anything. He helps me every now and then and I blow him or let him fuck me, whichever he wants. I like him. His wife's been dead for years and I'm sure he's lonely and horny. I do him sometimes just to cheer him up. It makes him happy as hell."

"Do you want to cum on my face, Jack? Just for something different? I don't mind. You've given me twenty times more orgasms than I've given you. You can fuck my ass if you want. Hell, I let George fuck me there before we met. If I can handle him, I can do anyone. I know a guy who just loves it when I jerk him off with my feet." She laughed. "Seriously, if there's any kind of kinky stuff you want to try, I'll do it."

"Thanks, I do get the urge to try a little anal every once in a while, just for a change. I love your mouth and hands and your pussy. I love to cum in your mouth. I like it when we tie each other up and role play. I love to look into your eyes when I cum inside you. Your eyes are so expressive. I see something there I don't see with anyone else."

We sat quietly for several minutes. Carley clicked from one link to another, watching trannys fucking women.

"Carley, I want to ask you something. You have a birthday next week and I'd like to get you something special. You've been complaining about that old Honda of yours. Would you like a new car?"

"Oh, shit," she said. "I don't know about that. That's a damned big present. I don't think I'd be comfortable taking a car." She paused, thinking. "I know the money wouldn't matter to you, but still ....."

I kissed her and held her hands. "We're going to have to come up with a way to deal with the money issue. The fact is, I have a shitload of money. I don't throw it around, you know that. I don't use it as a weapon or to get people to do things for me. That's not part of my personality."

I kissed Carley again. "I give a lot of it away to charities and to research and political causes I support, but there's no point letting all those millions of dollars sit around. If I can use some of my money to make someone I love happy, I don't see anything wrong with that. Do you?"

Carley blinked and her eyes misted. "'Someone I love'? Is that what you said?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I did." I paused. "I guess I haven't really thought about the way we've been going. We've moved from casual sex partners to fuck-buddies to lovers and it all seemed so natural that I just didn't think about it." I looked at Carley closely. "Am I wrong? Am I getting ahead of myself? Damnit, I should have said something! Oh, crap, I haven't thought this through!"

Carley grabbed my hand and dragged me out of my chair. She pulled me to the loveseat, plopped herself down and leaned forward. She sucked my dick into her mouth. 

"Uhhh, Carley," I mumbled.

She took her mouth off me for a moment. "Shut up." 

I got hard quickly. When I was ready, Carley lay back and opened herself to me. I slid into her.

"Now then," she whispered, "I have something to say and I want to say it with you inside me." She raised her hips and we moved into the ancient rhythm. 

"I love you, Jack. I started to think I was falling in love with you that night in Venice after Marja had left and you were giving me those wonderful orgasms. I was sure when I saw you cum on my mom's tits. Isn't that funny? Why would that do it? I don't know. Something about the expression of pure pleasure on your face, the way your muscles tensed, the way your cum shot out onto Mom's body. I wanted that to be me. I wanted to be the one giving you that orgasm." 

I kissed Carley and fucked her. I couldn't guess where she was headed.

"Jack, I don't want to be the only one giving you orgasms. I know better than that. We both like variety. I want to fuck other men and suck their cocks. I like feeling different men cum in my hands and my mouth and my pussy. I like it when they fuck me and eat me and make me cum. And I know you like sex with lots of different women. That's good. I never want that to change." She paused. "Ummm, a little faster now."

I fucked her a little faster.

"Remember when we told my parents about that shithead who tried to rob us? You said we'd all have a great story to tell our friends. You didn't tell anyone. Do you have any idea how unusual that is? Any other guy on the planet would be bragging about that fight every waking minute to anyone who'd listen. You never mention it." She smiled crookedly. "I have dreams about that guy attacking us. And you know what? Every time, you save me. Every time. I'm never scared. I never doubt you'll save me."

Carley held my face in her hands.

"You don't talk much about your work, but Ruth and Dean tell me you're a goddamned legend at the Cape. They say you're the best engineer they know." She grinned. "They also tell me you've fucked most of the women there. Good for you!"

Carley closed her eyes and moved her hands to my sides. We fucked silently. What she'd said so far sounded too much like one of those personnel reviews where the supervisor complements the employee and then adds a great big but. 

But we can't give you a raise this year. 
But you don't qualify for that promotion. 
But we're going to have to let you go.




Carley Ch. 09



I'd never been so afraid.

But I'm not ready for this yet. 
But there's someone else I love. 
But I think we shouldn't see each other for a while.

Carley opened her eyes. She looked as if she was ready to cry. My heart sank.

"I love you, Jack. You said we were lovers and we are. I want us to be lovers forever. I'm happy to share you with any women who want you and I intend to fuck other guys. Lots of other guys. But I want to be your lover." 

She smiled brightly.

"And now that I think about it, I've always wanted a Porsche 911!"