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Long Time No See

By: dutchdelight



It was more than three years ago since he had seen Anne, Joss mused as he sat in the train to Rotterdam. Yesterday evening his phone had disturbed him during the first minutes of his sleep. It had been Anne who had invited him to come to her place and have a drink.

When he had asked for the reason for this sudden invite, she had just said something about old times sake and left it at that. So they had made an appointment for the next day and there he was, on his way to see this wonderful lady he had once fucked so intensely.

As the train pulled into the Central Station of Rotterdam his thoughts floated towards his last meeting with Anne. They had had an afternoon and an evening of maddening sex, during which they had done everything imaginable and after which she had simply stated that it had been the last time. He had argued with her for a short time, but as he saw her resolution he had finally nodded and left. He had never tried to contact her since. Thinking of that last time together caused some stirring movements between his legs, but fortunately the train came to a halt and he walked out of the station with a slightly visible bulge in his pants, but not with a full erection. He made the short walk to her apartment in about five minutes and rung the bell.

The door opened immediately, as if she had been standing behind it.

He did not speak, but just looked at her. She stood there and looked at him with a smile on her face.

She stepped back and he went into the house. She had not changed the interior in the last three years, he saw.

He wondered if he should shake her hand or embrace her and decided that a hug would be okay. She kissed him on the cheek.

As they sat on the couch with a cup of coffee, he looked at her. She was still beautiful, with her forty seven years and a svelte body, her incredible chest and her cute behind. Her face was still serene and her bright blue eyes looked at him with a friendly smile.

'You said something about old times.', said Joss and Anne nodded.

'Yes, I came across some photos of you and me and I realised, that I had dumped you rather unceremoniously when I was through with the wonderful, amazing sex we used to have for over a year. Then I decided it would be good to see each other at least one more time.'

'So you thought the sex wonderful and amazing.', Joss said. 'That was my idea as well; that is why I did not understand that you broke off our relationship. Do you know that for two years I have frequently woken up in the middle of the night with the taste of your pussy juices on my tongue? And I have penetrated a large number of love holes comparing them to your fascinatingly tight quim.'

Anne was flattered and said so.

'I am honoured, dear.', she answered. 'But at the time I went off sex completely for a reason that had nothing to do with you at all. It is only since a year that I have started having sex again and only with women for the moment. But to tell you the truth, I don't want to talk about me and you in he past tense; I am more concerned with the future.'

'Well,', Joss responded with a somewhat bitter undertone, 'that won't amount to much if you're into girls now.'

Anne smiled.

'Do you know, that in my most lustful moments I think of your tongue and your cock? I remember how you ate my cunt and fucked it after I had come three or four times. I also remember how you never lost your hardness after depositing your first load in me. I even remember an occasion when I had to suck you to a fourth climax in a row, because you had completely worn out my pussy and I couldn't take your fucking any more. Are you still the same stud I used to know?'

Hearing her talk like that, Joss was now sporting a raging hard-on and his cheeks had become quite red. He breathed deeply and said: 'I am still in fairly good shape, if that's what you mean.'

'No.', said Anne. 'That is not what I mean. What I mean is, can you still lick a girl to heaven, even for an hour if necessary? Can you still fuck for hours at stretch and only come when you want it yourself? Is your penis still so hard that I could ride it while you are standing up? Do you still ejaculate buckets and throw your semen two or three meters ahead?'

Joss grinned. 'Guilty on all accounts.', he said.

'Good', Anne said. 'Because I have told my story to a good friend of mine after we made love for hours and she confessed to me that she was not a complete lesbian, but fancied a man from time to time. But then she stated, that the man in question should be a real stallion, ready and willing to fuck a mare like herself. That is when I mentioned you. Would you be interested to meet a woman of my age, a bit taller than I am, with a full figure, horny as hell in a bi-sexual way and fuck the living daylight out of her in my presence and with my assistance?'

Joss answered simply: 'When?'

Anne replied: 'Now.' Then she went to the phone and dialled a number. She only said : 'Come now.' into the mouthpiece and put it down again. Then she went to the front door and opened it to let a woman in, that answered her description of a minute ago quite accurately. What she had omitted to say was that this tall, curvy redhead was also very beautiful and emanating lust and sex in large quantities.

The woman introduced herself as Liz and sat down next to Joss on the sofa.

'This is the man I told you about.', said Anne. Liz nodded and looked at Joss with curiosity.

'You know, that Anne and I have sex occasionally.', she said. 

Joss said he knew.

'And that I have also a strong urge to be fucked by a man. And that I mean really fucked, by a fat pole that comes only after I have reached my orgasm. And also comes in large quantities to fill my body with luscious sperm. You think you can stand up to that challenge?'

Anne giggled: 'I think he is already standing up, so to speak.' She looked directly at Joss' crotch that showed a lot of tension behind his fly.

Joss answered the brazen vixen: 'I'm quite willing to be tested by you. If you are not satisfied, I will retire. If you are satisfied, I will be too, I assure you. But I am confident I will not let Anne down, who has apparently been boasting about me.'

'Okay', said Liz. 'Why don't you show me your merchandise then?'

Joss stood up and walked a few feet from where the two women were sitting. There he turned around and did a striptease, shedding his shirt, shoes socks and pants. With only his shorts on he approached Liz and stood before her. Her eyes were fixed on the small piece of textile that so obviously barely covered a huge hard-on.

"Would you be interested to uncover the rest by yourself?', he asked gently.

Liz licked her lips and reached out for the elastic band of his shorts. She hesitated for only a moment and then yanked his shorts off in one quick movement. His dick sprang forward. Liz swallowed a few times at the sight of this meaty spear that pointed right at her face.

'It looks great', she sighed after a while. 'But now about what I can do with it. I don't have to suck you to full erection, I see. Would you mind if I pump your first load out, just to see how much you produce?'

Joss smiled and just put his hands on his hips, bringing hi pelvis slightly forward. His penis nearly touched her nose. Liz grasped his member and slowly wanked him three times. The foreskin receded and revealed a purple head which was already glistening with a little pre-cum.

Anne spoke softly. 'I used to love that feeling of his throbbing hardness in my hand. It felt so powerful it made me wet my panties.', she said.

'Fortunately I don't wear any.', said Liz.

'Maybe you should take that lovely dress off.', warned Anne. 'Otherwise it will be covered with semen in a couple of minutes.'

'I'll take that risk', said Liz and now cupped Joss' balls in her other hand, while intensifying the handling of the prick before her.

'Do you want me to come soon?', asked Joss in a neutral voice.

'Yes, please!', said Anne and Liz at the same time.

Joss looked Liz in the eye and smiled. Then he made some slight movements with his hips, thus starting to fuck her hand in longer strokes. He groaned briefly and spasmed for a moment before he said: 'YESSSS!' and produced a long, thick stream of sperm that shot out and hit Liz squarely in the face. Liz gasped and let go of his cock and balls, but Joss kept coming and shot a second and third load that landed on her dress. At that moment Anne got up from the sofa, grabbed his spouting prick and aimed it at her wide opened mouth, which received another three shots of cream, that she swallowed eagerly. Then it stopped.

Joss enjoyed the sight of the two fully dressed women that were more than impressed by his performance. The top of Liz's light cotton dress was soaking and she would have been a good candidate in a wet T-shirt contest, with her stiff nipples poking through the wet material. Anne smiled and looked fabulous, with a small trickle of semen at the side of her mouth. Joss decided at that moment to leave his submissive attitude and take matters into his own hands. He lifted Liz from her seat and put her arms around his neck. He then hitched up her skirt and got a brief glimps of her heavily furred pussy. Without further explanation Liz understood what he meant and lifted her left leg. He entered her sopping wet snatch in one go and buried his stiff dick in her vagina. She gasped as she felt his eight inches of fuck meat enter her love hole. Her legs went around him and there she was, suspended on this stiff pole, waiting for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling before actually starting to ride him.

Anne was enjoying the view tremendously. Her completely dressed friend, drenched with come and hanging at the neck of her stallion friend. She could no longer bear having clothes on her own body and undid the few buttons of her blouse and skirt. She threw the garments on top of Joss' clothes and sat down again, her hand on her pussy and one finger in search of her clitoris that she started to stimulate slowly as the couple in front of her began their fornication. Liz move slowly up and down on Joss' pole and Joss stared into her eyes. Then he spoke to her.

'Very good, Liz. Ride my dick. Enjoy that fat rod in your hot wet cunt. Rub your clit against my cock. Ride me!' Liz closed her eyes for moment, uttered a small cry and started to have a deep and slow, but very fulfilling orgasm. She continued her movements on Joss' member but they became more frantic as her body was wrecked by the convulsions in her womb. Then she stiffened, sighed deeply and opened her eyes again.

Joss bent his knees and laid her down on the thick carpet, his dick still inside her. In that position he resumed his fucking, but now the initiative was on his side. In a steady pace he moved his cock in and out of her hot cunt, that oozed her own love juices in abundance now. The room was filled with the sweet, musky odour of sex and lust. After three or four minutes Liz started to moan once more.

'Oh, my God, there it comes again. This wonderful cock is giving me another orgasm. Fill me with your hot sperm, you fucking stallion. Come inside me, fill me!', he cried and had again a shattering orgasm. Joss laid down on her body and cuddled her for a while. When she had come down from her high, he withdrew from her vagina and sat on the sofa.

He smiled at the woman that looked at him from the floor and said:' Do you think that I will answer your requirements? Because this was only a small sample of what awaits you if we really start fucking.'

Liz shook her head and got up. She grabbed a chair and sat down. She shook her head as if she was a bit groggy and said: 'Incredible, what a stud. Anne, I owe you one. But I don't know how much of this I can stand in one night. My God, my pussy needs some rest before I can get going again.'

Anne laughed: 'I told you, but you wouldn't believe me. Here's your proof. Come, give me your dress, I will run it through the washer and dryer. Or do you want to go home covered in semen?'

Liz stood up and stepped out of her dress. Joss' dick twitched as he saw her voluptuous naked body and got a full view of the damp fur in her crotch. Anne and Liz both saw that and Anne laughed.

'I love a dick, that stays upright for such a long time and can be relied upon for fucking every time I want it.' Then she picked up Liz' dress and disappeared in the direction of the kitchen. Liz sat in her chair, still panting and casting a glassy look on the still rigid member of the man on the couch.

Anne returned with three soft drinks and sat down next to Joss. After taking a sip from her drink she bent over Joss' lap and took his dick in her mouth. She lapped the juices that Liz had left on the glans, the shaft and balls and came back up as soon as she was satisfied that he was clean again.

Liz coughed and looked a bit uncomfortable.

'Are you going to fuck him now?', she asked Anne. Anne shook her head.

'No, I invited him especially for you. I'm not ready to be fucked by a man yet, although I must say that I am tempted. But what is the matter, are you finished already?'

Liz nodded. 'I am ashamed, with my big mouth, but the fucking I just got is a lot more than I bargained for. I am completely satisfied, but also worn out. I am sorry.'

'No problem.', said Joss. 'You have sampled my supplies and there is more where that came from.'

Anne asked him: 'Why don't we give Liz a rest and see what may occur later? There is another friend of mine living in this building that will undoubtedly be interested in a taste of your cock. Shall I call her?'

'Sure, if she is only half as beautiful as Liz here or you, I will be happy to oblige.'

Again Anne grabbed the phone and had a conversation with her friend.

'Hi, Melanie, this is Anne. Listen, dear, do you have anything special to do tonight?

……

'I'm asking you because I have here a male friend of mine, whom I invited to fuck Liz from number forty seven. Now he has indeed fucked Liz to pieces and has still two gallons of semen and a dick of steel that may be put to good use. Can I interest you?'

……

'I am glad to hear it. I'll leave the front door ajar.'

Anne put down the phone and said: 'She was just busy masturbating before a porn video, but she prefers the real thing, she says.'

She went into the hallway and opened the front door an inch. Then she came back into the room. The three of them sipped their drinks and talked about general things. Both ladies noticed that the penis in front of them refused to deflate even a little bit, probably excited by the idea of a new cunt approaching, they thought.

Then they heard the front door shut and Melanie stepped into the room. Upon entering the room she unbuttoned a light raincoat and dropped that on the floor, thus revealing a tall, slim, forty plus year old body with pert titties and a nearly bold pussy. A small stripe of dark hair decorated her belly. She then stepped out of her high heels and was stark naked.

'Hello, all of you.', she said, bending to kiss first Anne, then Liz. While kissing them she took also the time to caress their nipples and Anne licked Melanie's nipples briefly as well.

The she turned to Joss who got up from his seat, but she pushed him back, knelt down in front of him and kissed the top of his penis. 'Hello, I am Melanie and I am horny.', she said with a laugh before straddling him and sitting down on his lap. In doing so she grabbed hold of his tool and guided it into her wide open cunt.

'I am still well lubricated from pleasuring myself.', she explained and started humping the hot meat between her legs. She complimented Joss: 'You fill me nicely, stud. I love a piece if hot prick in my cunt.' After a couple of minutes she stopped and got up, but only to turn around and again straddle Joss and impale his throbbing cock, but now she had her back towards him. She leaned into his chest and moved more slowly now, allowing his meat to glide in and out of her in a steady pace. Her cuntlips were spread by his pumping dick and both Anne and liz enjoyed the view enormously. Anne stood up and approached the love making couple. For a brief moment she stood between Joss' legs and then knelt down. She brought her face to his balls and licked them, then his shaft as it emerged from Melanie's cunt and finally she licked Manuela's clit briefly as it passed her probing tongue on the way up and down Joss' pole.

After a while she got up and asked Liz: 'You want to taste this?'

Liz took her place and concentrated on Melanie's twat that was now overflowing with hot juices. Then Melanie stopped her humping and sat still on Joss' lap, giving Liz the opportunity to take Melanie clit between her lips and suck and nibble on it. That was all Melanie needed to get into the final steps towards a well deserved orgasm, that rocked her body and caused heavy contractions of her powerful cunt muscles that were enveloping Joss' penis. Joss grunted and he thrust his hips forward, but he did not yet come. Liz let go of Melanie's genitalia and went to sit next to Anne, who threw her arm around Liz and drew her body towards hers. Together they watched Melanie get up from Joss' lap, turn around again, kneel between his legs and take his red hot member between her lips. Joss' sudden movements showed them, that her tongue was busy working miracles on the tip of his dick, then she swallowed nearly all of his eight inches of fuck meat.

Anne slid from the couch and assumed the same position as Melanie, but then between Liz' legs, that she spread slightly. She buried her face in Liz' crotch and stuck her tongue deeply between the fleshy cunt lips of her friend. Liz groaned and started to come immediately. She also slid from her sitting position tot the floor and a moment later the two girls were entwined in a sixty nine position, eating each other's cunts in a frenzy of moans, juices and stifled cries. Joss watched this over the top of Melanie's bobbing head and gave in to so many stimulation. He arched his back and pumped a full load of hot boiling sperm into Melanie's waiting mouth. She swallowed two jets of it and then directed the stream towards her breasts. She marvelled at the stupefying amount of sticky seed that covered her small tits and that now ran down to her belly, where it filled her navel before trickling further down to moisten her stripe of pubic hair. Joss slumped back in his chair and sighed deeply.

'That was wonderful, thank you a lot.', he said to Melanie who smiled broadly, thankful that she had given him the same pleasure she had just experienced.

The two women that had been satisfying each other orally, also ceased their love making and for a couple of minutes silence reigned in Anne's apartment.

'How about a shower.', suggested Anne finally and they all walked to the shower next to Anne's bedroom. Melanie was surprised when she felt the erect penis of Joss touching her left hip as they moved.

She looked at him and while Liz and Anne took their shower she took a firm hold of his fat shaft and masturbated him to a quick orgasm. As her arm moved swiftly she looked him in the eye and said to him: 'Give me your last drops, you horny stallion. Then I will give you my phone number, so that every time you feel the need you can come and fill any orifice of my body with your cum. I have had you in my mouth and in my cunt and I surely hope that one of these days you will stretch my ass with that monster and deposit yout load deep in my bowels. Now shoot!'

Which he did, again covering her beautiful lily white body with his sticky product.

When Melanie and Joss had had their turn in the shower and came back into the room, they discovered that Liz had gone home. Anne was still naked and smiled at them, nodding in a content way when she saw that Joss' member was finally hanging down limply between his legs.


Long Time No See



'But not for long, I am sure', she mused as they all put on some clothes and said goodbye tot each other.

In the hallway Melanie wrote her phone number on a scrap of paper, that Joss carefully put away, for future reference, as he said.



Long Time No See



Myriam sat at a table with her drink to catch her breath. She had just spent the last twenty minutes on the dance floor. The industrial music had an irresistible beat that she couldn't pass up. Masquerade was fairly busy this evening. Just enough people were there to give it a high-energy atmosphere.

She watched the crowd move by as she sipped her bottle of Smirnoff Ice. She was searching for someone in particular whom she hadn't seen in sometime but had heard would be in town and at the club that night. She had just finished the last of her drink when she saw him.

He was nicely dressed in a tight black shirt and leather pants. His long blonde hair was pulled into a neat ponytail at the base of his neck. Though she hadn't seen him in almost two years, Myriam still recognized him.

Pushing her chair back, she stood and moved the follow him. Catching up, she tapped him on the shoulder. He turned quickly to see who it was. His eyes scanned the woman before him. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her.

"It's Myriam." She said with a smile.

As soon as she spoke he realized who stood before him. He wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace. He briefly introduced her to the friends he was with and then followed her to the dance floor.

They danced together for a while before finding a table to rest at. They talked while they rested and caught up on what had been going on in their lives. Myriam glanced at her watch and saw that it was almost closing time.

"Care to come to my apartment for some coffee?" She asked.

"Sounds good." He replied.

He followed her in his car while she drove hers back to the apartment. Myriam thought about how sexy Connor looked and how much better he would look with out his clothes. The last time she had seen him; the night was spent having the best sex she could recall.

Since then she'd had a few lovers, but none were as satisfying. She felt herself beginning to get wet as she thought about what might happen. Before she knew it, they had arrived at her place.

"Make yourself comfortable." She told him as she went to start on the coffee.

Connor sat on her sofa and leaned against the arm. He looked around and admired the various art pieces she had. His mind soon took him back to the last time he saw her. He organ tingled and started to come to life as he remembered that night.

Myriam returned from the kitchen with two cups of coffee. Handing one to Connor, she sat at the other side of the sofa. The chatted a little more about life and the topic eventually shifted to sex. They had always been open about the subject and often discussed it like anything else.

They both admitted that they hadn't been satisfied for some time. Connor moved closer to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Myriam smiled and pulled him back to kiss him hungrily. She parted her lips slightly to allow Connor's tongue a chance to explore.

He took the opportunity and explored her mouth, dancing with her tongue. They broke from the kiss and smiled. Myriam caressed his cheek, allowing a fingernail to trail along his jaw line. He shuddered slightly as the chills chased down his spine and brought more life to his organ.

Myriam leaned forward and traced his ear with her tongue, eventually getting to the lobe and sucking gently on it. This time Connor moaned softly and became painfully aware of his alert manhood being restrained by his pants. Myriam moved her hands to his firm chest and played with his nipples through his shirt.

She moved her hands lower and rubbed his toned stomach in a circular motion. She noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled. It appeared that tonight would be like the last time she saw him. She pulled up the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside.

It was now his turn to let his hands explore her. He let his fingers trail down the sides of her soft neck and down over her chest. He cupped and massaged gently each breast and brought her nipples to life. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

He brought up the edge of her shirt and removed it as she raised her arms. Her hard nipples were visible beneath the lace bra she wore. Connor moved closer and nipped the side of her neck, making her gasp and moan softly. Her eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed the nip. He knew how to bite properly and Myriam's womanhood responded accordingly.

She was now very wet. Teasingly, she stroked his member through his pants. Pulling him closer, she returned the favor of a good nip. He growled playfully and moved his fingers along the inside of her thighs, under her skirt.

Myriam tried her best not to squirm as his fingers moved up and down her wet slit over her moist panties. He stopped to unhook her bra and remove it, fully exposing her firm breasts. He took one into his mouth and sucked gently. His tongue danced around her already alert nipple.

He turned his attention to the other breast and reached down to tease her hot pussy. Myriam moved her hips forward to encourage him as he traced the hot lips. He stopped and stood, helping her to rise.

He unzipped Myriam's skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and collapsed back onto the sofa. Connor unfastened his pants, relieving some of the pressure. Myriam worked her fingers underneath his boxers and wrapped them around his hard cock. 

In a slow rhythm she went up and down the shaft, squeezing the head lightly as she touched it. Connor went back to teasing her. He traced edge of her panties and moved it aside, giving him access to her hot, dripping pussy.

She began to writhe as he found her clit and toyed with it. Releasing her grip on his cock, she tried to move his pants down. Connor stopped and removed them and his boxers. He removed her panties and tossed them with the rest of their clothes. Myriam changed positions slightly to lie more comfortably.

Connor moaned quietly as Myriam returned her attention to his manhood. She cupped his balls and carefully squeezed them. Her writhing began again as he played with her hard bud. She stroked his cock again, wrapping her fingers around it and adding a little pressure.

He traced inside her slit and inserted a finger deep inside her. He inserted a second and massaged her clit with his thumb. In and out he moved his fingers. Matching her rhythm on his cock. He pushed them deep inside and tickled her g-spot.

She increased her pace as his breathing became faster. He responded by applying more pressure with his thumb and moving quicker. He felt his balls tense as he reached his climax. With a shudder he released his cum all over Myriam's chest. She smeared it with her free hand and licked it seductively from her fingers.

Conner felt her pussy wall tense as he brought her to orgasm. She let out a moan as the waves of pleasure surged through her body. Her hot juices trickled over his fingers and coated his hand. Myriam breathed heavily as Conner licked her cum from his fingers. She placed her hand on the back of his head and guided him closer. She rewarded him with a passionate kiss and a good nip. 

Within minutes, Conner's manhood sprung back to life.

"I want you to fuck me now!" She demanded as he played with her dripping pussy.

Conner sat up and moved so that Myriam could position herself better. She propped one leg up on the back of the sofa and spread them as wide a possible, allowing him easy access. She gripped his cock firmly and guided it to her.

He rested the head against the opening for a moment. In one quick thrust he entered her and pushed in as deep as he could. Myriam gasped as his cock filled her and moved her hips to meet him.

Slowly he pulled out almost completely and quickly thrust in again. They soon settled into a comfortable rhythm, her hips moving to meet each filling thrust he offered. Her hot pussy gripped his hard cock and almost made him come instantly.

Soon he felt his balls begin to tense again as he prepared to release another hot load. Myriam tensed as she again neared climax. The walls of her pussy massaged his cock as she came. Seconds later, Conner exploded, his cock shuddering as it emptied itself entirely of hot cum deep inside her. Myriam moaned loudly as the waves passed through her body.

They lay exhausted and breathing heavily. Conner pulled out of her and lay next to her, wrapping her in his arms. They fell asleep smiling and awoke that morning still in each other's arms. Myriam smiled as she looked into his eyes.

"Do me a favor," She said softly, "Don't leave me again."

"I won't." He replied with a grin, "I've come back for good."



Long Time No See



It was the last summer before college and I was looking forward to having the house to myself during the daytime when my parents were both at work. It meant waking up late, spending lots of time in the pool, and basically doing as little as possible for three months. It was going to be perfect. The only catch was that I had to do a lot of the housework, and play chauffeur to our family friend who was visiting from out of town for a couple weeks.

That wasn't so bad, though. April was in her early 40s, and the last time I saw her I was only about 12 but she was a lot of fun then, joking around and keeping my parents up with long games of poker. I was too young to participate in that. 

When she did arrive from her cross-country flight, my mom went to get her from the airport. I was watching TV when they got back. I could hear them laughing as they came in but April stopped laughing when she saw me. 

"Joey??? Tell me that's not little Joey." 

I was a little taken aback, and just said, "Well, I go by Joe now." She was looking me up and down and shaking her head. 

"Well you certainly have grown. I'd never have recognized you." She laughed and raised her eyebrows at my mom. 

I was just 5'2" when I was 12, and now I was about 5'10", not very tall but I had filled out a lot, and spent a lot of time in the pool so I was in good shape. I noticed April had lost a few pounds since the last time she was here, and she looked good. About 5'5" and a nice shape, still with some extra padding but in the right places. Her age wasn't showing except in the fine lines around her eyes and the devil-may-care attitude.

She was tired from the long flight so said good night and went to bed. 

The next morning I went out to take some laps in the pool. My mom had left a note out for me that I was to do whatever April wanted, no questions asked. She still treated me like I was 12, but I didn't care. I got to use the car, which was all the convincing I needed.

I changed into my speedos and grabbed a towel and headed out to the pool. I tried to do about 100 laps a day, and was at about 50 when I felt something hit me on the back. I stopped where I was and looked up to see a beach ball skipping across the water. April was standing at the side of the pool giggling.

"Nice catch," she joked.

I laughed too and said good morning. 

"Good morning to you too. You've been going for a while there, you didn't see me?"

"No, I pretty much zone out. Have you been there long?" 

"Long enough," she said with a smile. "I'm having some breakfast out here, if you don't mind."

"Not at all. I've got a few laps to go still, then I'll join you."

She turned back to the house and I watched her go, admiring the curves. I felt funny all of a sudden, so I shook the ideas from my head and resumed my laps. I'd lost my momentum, though, so when I looked up and saw April at the table a few yards from the pool with a newspaper and some coffee in front of her, I made my way to the side.

"Finished?" she asked.

"For now. It's boring but it keeps me in shape. I'll have to do another few laps in a while." 

"I can relate. I do the treadmill and it's the most boring thing I've endured since I was married." She laughed heartily, and I laughed with her.

I jumped out of the pool and toweled myself off, feeling a little self-conscious about my speedos. I only wore them in my pool and I knew they did a lousy job of hiding anything, so I faced away from April while I put the towel around my waist and cinched it in. 

"I brought you out some fruit and coffee, if you're interested."

I walked to the table and thanked her. "That's nice of you, thanks." 

She took a hold of my arm and gave it a squeeze. "You sure have grown up. I'd say you're a man now." Her eyes darted up and down my body. "Why does your mom still call you Joey, anyway?"

"She's in denial." I laughed and sat down.

We had a good talk over breakfast, made some plans for the day, and then she headed in to get changed. I read the paper for a while, then went back to the pool to finish my laps.

When I was done with my last set, I got out of the pool and by instinct collapsed on the lounge chair in the sun. My eyes closed and I dozed for a long while, enjoying the sheer warmth and laziness of the day.

A soft voice woke me. "I...brought you another towel." April was standing at the foot of the lounge chair, holding a towel. I raised my head a little and saw her there, but her eyes didn't meet mine. They were lingering on my wet speedos, or on what was beneath them. My penis showed clearly, a six-inch tube that I tucked up along to the hip of the red speedos. I was both shy and excited that April was looking at me, but my reaction was to jump up and grab the towel before anything happened.

"Thanks," I offered, and nearly ran back to the house. I showered for a long, long time.

The next couple of days April stayed inside to have her breakfast and almost didn't talk to me until after I had showered and changed. Then things were normal, and we hung out a bit, even going to the movies and doing some things around the house together.

When the weekend arrived, my parents took April out all day, leaving me to myself and not coming home until late in the evening. Saturday night they got home and it was clear they'd had some wine. They were laughing and happy and came through like banshees on their way out to the pool. 

"Come on Joey...er.. Joooseph! We're swimming!" April was pulling at my sleeve while my parents were jumping into the pool in their underwear.

She wouldn't take no for an answer, so I followed suit. April started peeling off her shirt as she approached the pool, and I couldn't help but to notice that her bra was stretched to the limit by her breasts. Within seconds her shorts were off and she was in the pool.

I didn't waste time getting my shirt and shorts off, too, and felt glad the darkness kept us all relatively hidden, especially since I was wearing briefs. We played some games and splashed around for a while before my parents got the great idea to make drinks, even saying I could have some. 

"Sounds good to me!" I said. 

"Do you need a hand?" April asked.

"No no, you keep an eye on Joey and make sure he doesn't get in to trouble." My parents made their way noisily into the house.

April looked at me and whispered, "Joooseph."

"See?" I said. "She's in denial."

April laughed. "Well it's no secret to anyone you're a man now. A full grown one." She giggled. "Your mom might not notice but I do." She gave another squeeze to my arm but her eyes looked down.

"Thanks." I smiled at her.

When my parents came back they were carrying four large margarita glasses. Mine was only half full.

"Mom, geez." I said.

"Sorry, you're not legal." She laughed.

"Oh, come on Ellen, he's a man now. He's going to college." April was on my side.

"Sorry!" My mom was insistent. "Now come on out of there before you turn into a prune." My parents went over to the table and put the drinks down.

April splashed me and jumped to the side of the pool to get out. I followed and splashed her back, then got out too, looking for a towel. April had taken mine and was holding it out with a smirk.

"Looking for this?" I reached for it and she pulled it back, teasing me. I jumped again and our bodies collided. I felt her breasts press into my chest and her arm was trapped between us so that her hand was pressed into my crotch. For a brief second we stood there and then recovered and backed away.

"Sorry," was all I could think of to say.

"No, my fault. Don't be. Did I, um, hurt you?" She looked at my crotch and then looked away.

"No. I'm alright." Without thinking, I covered myself with my hands while I spoke. "Are you?"

"Yes, very. I mean, I'm fine. Here." She handed me the towel and went over to my parents. I wrapped the towel around myself and followed. It was awkward at the table, but April winked at me and swapped her margarita with mine while my mom wasn't looking.

"You deserve the big one," she whispered.

The next morning I got up to swim as usual, but to my surprise April was out on the lounge chair getting some sun.

"Today's my last day," she said. "Gotta get a tan before I head back." She was wearing a bikini that really showed her off, and I couldn't help but to stare.

"Well, um.. don't mind me, I just have to do some laps." I jumped into the pool and began swimming, finding myself a little out of breath and distracted by the nearly naked woman at the side of the pool. She rolled on her stomach and had her legs spread just slightly apart so I could actually see up to where her bikini disappeared between two soft folds of skin. I hadn't had a lot of experience with sex by then, so this was pretty exciting stuff. I felt emboldened by out cameraderie of night before, so when I got out of the pool I purposely splashed a little water on her. That was when I noticed she'd undone her top.

"Mmmm that feels good. It's pretty warm out here." The way she was lying, her reply came muffled from under her arm. She couldn't see me so I looked her up and down, noticing the ripe swell of her ass and the sizeable bulge of her breasts, pressed outward by her position on the chair. I took a slow breath then pulled up the other lounge chair.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," came her muffled, sleepy reply.

I lay on my stomach also and peeked over at her, taking it all in while I could. It was a nice view, too nice. 

After a couple of minutes she began to make some motions, then stopped and said softly, "Oops. Oh well, what the hell." I couldn't tell if she was talking to me. "Hey, um, Joseph, would you be mortified if I go topless out here?" She was about to roll over, but had stopped on my behalf. My mind reeled.

"Uh, no." I buried my head into my arm and tried my best to pretend like I was sleeping. I waited until the noises of her rolling over and adjusting everything stopped. Then I waited another minute or two, just to be safe, and finally opened one eye. April was laying with her eyes closed, the sun directly overhead. Her body was on fully display. The breasts, white triangles against her slightly tanned chest, were large enough to hang gently over the sides of her body. The pink centers were the size of silver dollars, and the nipples extended slightly outward. It was a lot for my 18 year-old mind, and I stared with abandon.

April opened her eyes and looked right at me. "Hi. Your back is getting a little red, you should roll over before you burn." I nodded. "Thanks."

I rolled the other direction, feeling my semi-erection would be obvious so I did my best to make it subside and conceal it in the thin fabric of my speedos without taking too long to do so. Finally I gave up and just closed my eyes and lay on my back. I heard a soft noise from April, and looked over at her. Her eyes were fixed on my cock again, and her mouth had opened slightly as let a long sigh escape her lips. When she realized I was looking at her, she apologized, "I'm sorry, I, um, wasn't thinking."

The silence was awkward, so I said, "That's ok. I was peeking at you, too." We laughed for a minute, glad the ice was broken.

"Those speedos, Joseph, they leave little to the imagination. And I guess I have an active imagination. I've never, um, seen anything quite like that."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She looked at me and considered her words carefully, then said, "It just looks... so big."

My heart raced. I'd never heard any woman talk like this, and it was more than I could take. My penis began to expand in my speedos, swelling and lengthening. April saw it, and again her mouth opened. "Oh my."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." I tried to apologize and moved to get up, but April's hand found my harm and held me. She was sitting up now, facing me and had a curious expression.

"No, it's ok. Really."

I stopped and looked at her, not sure what to do. My erection was growing and threatened to pop out of my speedos. She pushed me back down onto the chair and lay me back down. "Shhh," she whispered. "It's ok."

She took my hand and held it for a second, then raised it up to her breast. I almost gasped. The warm breast felt soft, heavy and the nipple was erect beneath my palm. "See, it's mutual," she said. I just looked at her and squeezed gently. 

Her other hand was on my thigh, and began tracing a slow path upward. We were both mesmerized by what was happening. When her fingertips found the edge of my speedos, she looked up at me. "May I?" I could only nod in response, too nervous to speak.

Her hand then touched me, fingering my balls and cupping the base of my shaft over the fabric. It felt electric, and I squeezed her breast almost involuntarily. She drew her fingers along my length to the thick head at the tip, seeming almost to be measuring me by feel. My cock bowed out, visibly constrained by the tight speedo. Her fingers tried to circle it but couldn't. "Oh, god, what am I doing," I heard her whisper. 

I knew I wanted her to touch me, but she seemed to hesitate now. I closed my eyes, still holding her breast in one hand, and with the other slid my speedos down over my ass so all they were covering was my cock in the front. This way she'd be able to remove them herself.

I opened my eyes again and April was looking right at me. A slight smile played at her lips, and I smiled back. Then I felt her hand begin to tug at the seam of my speedos. Her smile dropped to a different look, and I felt the speedos slide over my cock and balls and down to my thighs. My cock sprang out and landed on my stomach with a slap. Relieved of the pressure, it expanded to full size and stood a few inches off of my body, smooth but thick and very long. April hadn't taken her eyes from mine, but when she did she looked down to see my cock and her gaze narrowed. "My...god."

My cock bobbed and throbbed with anticipation. I was breathing heavily, rolling April's nipple between my fingers, practically begging her to touch me. She looked up at me again. "I have to do this."

She reached down and held my cock up by the shaft, lifting it almost with effort, feeling its heft and girth. She brought her other hand to it, feeling the head, squeezing it, and rubbing the precum around. I moaned. She squeezed harder and I moaned again. She began to stroke me, slow long strokes that felt so much better than my own. Her small hands worked together on my shaft, one beginning at the top while the other completed its work at the base. She massaged me mercilessly, pulling up and out and then squeezing on the return, imitating the cleching of a tight pussy. 

My hips bucked of their own accord, adding to the effect of her own ministrations on my cock. I squeezed my muscles and made my cock swell up, eliciting an audible gasp from April's lips. Her pace increased. I felt the cum boiling inside me. 

April began to stroke me with just one hand. Her other dove between her legs and she moaned and cried out with an instant orgasm. I squeezed her nipple again hard, barely able to contain myself, and moaned with her. Her eyes fluttered as she came, and soft noises emanated from somewhere deep inside her. Her hand's pace on my cock was slower but measured out in long strokes from the tip to the base. Precum now coated me. Her orgasm gradually subsiding, I felt her grip tighten and she pulled my cock up and squeezed it hard at the base. The head swelled up visibly, red with desire. She leaned into me, laying my cock against her cheek as she kissed it at the base. I cried out, not expecting this move and yet wanting so much more. She looked up at me and began stroking me hard. She kissed the head a few times as she stroked, then licked at the precum. I wasn't going to last much longer.

Her voice sounded a million miles away. "It's ok, Joseph. Cum. Cum for me."

I felt a hot wetness engulf my cock head and saw April had me inside her mouth. Her tongue whirled around me. Her hands wrapped around my shaft together and stroked firm and hard. I felt the cum welling up and moaned loudly. April's grip tightened and her suction on my cock head increased. The release was almost unbearable, pleasure like I'd never experienced. I exploded into her mouth with velocity that sent cum out the sides of her lips and back onto my stomach. She moaned and the vibrations carried down my cock to my balls, which responded with another thick blast. Her throat worked to swallow me, and her hands continued to jack up and down on my shaft. She released her mouth for air and moaned, "oh gooood!" as another jet escaped my cock head and onto her body. She stroked me more, letting the flow continue and moaning with each spasm of my engorged cock. Even when I had expelled my last, she stroked gently, quietly caressing me as my cock slowly softened. 

Finally, she put it down onto my stomach and let her hand rest on it. Our eyes met, briefly, but the realization of what had happened made me shy so I looked away. "Thank you, Joseph," she whispered. "You're a very special young man." She gave my cock a squeeze.

I smiled, "thanks, April." A few minutes passed, then she draped a towel over me and put on her bikini top. Our moment together had passed, and I felt a tinge of sadness already.

Maybe she felt it, too. "You know, I'm thinking of coming again next summer. Any chance you'll be around?" She giggled.

"I sure will." Then I thought for a second. "But, you know, my college is just a couple hours from where you live."

"So it is," smiled. "So it is."



Long Time No See



Day 1

Maleeka let loose a long sigh. She couldn't figure out for the life of her why she was so gloomy. I mean she had gotten the job she'd dreamt of right? The ONE that was going to get her closer to Carlo, the guy that she'd been fantasizing about for over 5 years?! Ok so maybe she was just a little bit obsessed with him, but she wasn't really harming any one! Well maybe her sore pussy but that was another story! I mean how any one could ignore such hot features completely escaped her. First of all he was 6"8 with naturally tanned skin and he had pure-Italian-stud written all over him. From the jet black curly hair that flippantly said I-don't-care to the sexy dark brown eyes with speckles of light brown on them, further down to the light pink kissable lips, to the masculine jaw line that was outlined when he was in deep thought, to his broad shoulders that were perfectly attached to his muscular arms and biceps to his big manly hands that she wished would caress her just once, back up to his Vin Diesel like chest. 

As for below his torso, well she just didn't want to risk the embarrassment of getting caught looking. But there was that one time in high school where she once caught a glance of a growing bulge. Ahh good times, she always skipped her class to see him studying in the library. Just to see that masculine jaw line that turned her on so much. Anyways she loved being a secretary for any company. She was a computer nerd and a sexy one at that. Standing at about 6"0, she had medium length, black and curly, nappy natural negro hair that she always hid with braids, Maleeka had dazzling light brown almond-shaped eyes and a cute button nose with full lips to make any man drool, dainty shoulders, that sexy African-woman curve to her body and dark brown chocolaty skin that glistened naturally , motherly but feminine hips with that all famous black booty to complete the package and long sexy legs. So her passion had led her right to her fantasy and she was literally next door to Carlo so why was she so sad? Maleeka let out another long sigh, cracked her fingers and began typing up the documents she'd been handed.

Day 2

So far she had not been able to hold a 3 minute conversation with him. He called her in to ask her to make some phone calls, to get him some coffee and offer lunch. Oh but she was quite the ungrateful bitch. At least she was able to catch a quick glance at him. The loud beep from her phone telling her Carlo was paging her broke through her thoughts and she clumsily answered. 

"Yes sir?" she nearly stammered.

"Hi Maleeka, I have to get that proposition in by tomorrow morning and there are still a lot of loose ends that need to be tied up so do you mind staying for tonight?" he asked coolly.

"No I don't mind at all sir, would you like to start right now?" she asked hoping to save time so she wouldn't have to stay all night.

"No I actually have other stuff for you to finish up that way it's all out of the way by tomorrow" he replied slickly

"Alright sir I'll be right in to pick it up right now" she replied, but damn he was hard to bargain with!

"Thank-you Maleeka" and with that he hung up. Maleeka sighed, rose from her swiveling chair, straightened her skirt and blazer, opened her office door and walked into his adjoining room. She nearly stopped breathing as she walked into the room for there he was with that thoughtful look on his face. Oh gawd he looked absolutely sexy like that. Now if only she could take him home like that! She scanned the desk and saw the pile in the "In" box and quickly walked to it making sure she didn't walk to thumpily so as not to break his train of thought. She swiftly picked up the thick folder and filed out as silently as she had come. Behind her door Maleeka had her hand to her chest and she was breathing quickly. This guy is going to be the end of me, Maleeka thought. She sat down on her chair and quickly got to work. As she sat down she felt her pussy juices running into her panties. Oh my. She'd have to clean up before going back so he wouldn't smell it. 

Nearly five hours later she broke away from her computer satisfied with her complete work. Glancing at the computer clock she saw it was nearly nine. She efficiently tucked in the printed out complete work and set out to tell Carlo she was done. As she peeped out she was caught off guard to see him on his couch just putting his cock back into his briefs and zipping up his pants and turning off his laptop. Dammit! She'd only caught a tiny glance. She sighed and walked out completely.

"Here is the work sir" she said as she placed it in the Out box. He had come around to sit at his desk.

"Ok, great. There are a couple of writing pads in the last drawer" he said as he logged into his computer. She went around his desk and bent down to open the drawer realizing a few seconds later that she was probably giving him a great shot of her red lace panties that probably had a dark red spot from being wet earlier today. Finding the right pad she straightened up in time to catch him looking away. Maleeka smiled to herself. She looked on the other side for a pen and saw it right in front of her. But because she didn't want to bend over again she began to walk over the other side. He grabbed her wrist.

"Ow!" she yelped out. "What's this for?" she asked

"I don't see why you need to go all the way around wasting time when you could just bend over" he said as he licked his lips.

"Well maybe if you'd let my wrist go maybe I'd be able to!" she replied angrily. He let her go with force. She steadied herself by putting her hand on the table then she reached out for the pen holder. She didn't intend to linger for such a long time but she did, and she slightly wiggled her ass in front of him. Suddenly she felt a hard smack on her ass and it sent little electric vibes through her down to her pussy. She let out a loud yelp as she turned her head around and flashed him an angry look. He chuckled and licked his lips. Before she could tell him that was inappropriate he quickly got up, lighted her right leg and pinned her down on the table. 

"Do you like teasing me like that?" he whispered gruffly

Maleeka was completely caught off guard. Carlo had his chest to her back and she felt completely vulnerable with the bulge in his pants rubbing against her ass.

"No sir! I didn't mean to! I just..." she tried to reply breathing quickly as he began to nibble on her ear. He began to slowly breathe hot air into her ear and she felt her juices running.

"You just what? Did you think I wouldn't remember you from high school? You've changed a lot though I'll give you that." he said and he abruptly lifted off her and went down to lift up her skirt.

"No please sir, just forget everything, I'll even quit" she stammered. She tried to get up but he sensed she was trying to get up and he quickly pinned her back down with his left hand as he raised her skirt with his right hand. As he began to lower her panties he licked his lips in preparation of eating her hot pussy. When the panties were down nearly to her ankles he let his fingers dance around her thighs, always lingering around her pussy. Then he edged closer to her pussy and finally just ran his finger up and down her pussy. Maleeka let out a long moan and a loud hiss through her teeth. 

"Oh my little secretary likes that doesn't she?" he asked in a gruff voice. Maleeka couldn't reply because suddenly he jammed on of his thick fingers into her. "Uhhhhhh" was all Maleeka could let out. Carlo quickly withdrew and brought his finger to her nose. 

"Answer me!" he asked

"Yeah I like that sir! Please don't stop!" she said as she positioned her head so she could put the finger into her mouth and sucked her juices.

"Oh you little slut you like sucking things don't you?" he asked

He quickly lowered his head back to her pussy and without warning worked his tongue in and out of her pussy and sometime he began to put his finger in there again, so now both his tongue and his finger were darting in and out of her pussy, and each took turns rubbing her clit. 

"Uhhhh! Oh sir! Ya that's it! Mmmmmm, oohhhh!" she replied as his tongue penetrated her. Try as he might've he couldn't fit in another finger.

"Oh you are a tight little slut aren't you?" he asked in between slurping and licking her juices. Without warning he grabbed her by her braids and pulled her off his desk and threw her to the floor. He quickly walked to her and shoved the bulge in his pants in her face. 

"Take it out!" he instructed roughly

"No! That's so gross! I don't even do that to my boyfriend so what makes you so special?" she retorted

As soon as she'd said it she knew she would regret it because immediately his wide hand came across her face and slapped her, hard. All she saw was stars and fresh stream of tears came down her face. 



Long Time No See



Dedicated to Dawn, who shared the idea with me and for whom the story was originally written. 

Sometimes you never know how things will go when you reconnect with an old flame after a long lapse. It depends, of course, on how things end—if they end badly, then reconnecting can be rocky, but then again, if they ended badly, why would you want to reconnect at all? But if things don't end badly, if circumstances force you to part or something else happens that brings great love (or great sex) to an end prematurely, then reconnecting can be surprisingly wonderful. It can, in fact, be as if you'd never parted, and if the sex happened to be great back then ... 

I hadn't seen Dee in about seven years. We'd known each other in grad school, and spent many a "study night" over the course of a year and a half screwing each other's brains out on my desk, her desk, her bed, her bathtub, my shower ... well, you get the idea. But she'd spent her last year of school working and studying abroad, and when school was done she had a job offer up there that was too good to turn down. So we said our fond farewells, promised to keep in touch via email, and eventually we both moved on to other partners. 

The memories of our nights never faded, however; her oral technique in particular, and the sweetness of her taste and the sounds she would make when I would go down on her until her juices were running down the sides of my mouth, were the stuff of many thoughts and fantasies on lonely nights and even nights that weren't so lonely.

So when her photo and profile popped up under "People You May Know" when I joined a particular social networking site and started connecting with other friends from the grad school days, immediately my thoughts turned to those wild nights. I sent her email before adding her—seven years is a long time; and a lot can change, so I wanted to be respectful. But while I waited the rest of the day for a reply I kept imagining her mouth around my cock, the way she would stroke me with her hand while sucking on my tip, looking up at me and wordlessly commanding me to explode down her throat, or the way we'd go out sometimes and she wouldn't be wearing underwear, and she'd dare me to slip my hand up her skirt to feel how wet she was just at the thought of foreplay in a crowded restaurant or club ... it's tough to even think the word "respectful" when your other thoughts run along those lines.

The response didn't take long, and it was everything I could have hoped for. The years hadn't changed her bawdy sense of humor, her flirtatiousness, the sensual energy I could feel just from what she'd say and how she said it. Turned out she was even back in town, living not far from me at all, and we were setting up the details for dinner and drinks. 

As tough as it was to have gentlemanly thoughts before I'd heard from her, it was even more difficult once I saw her walk into the restaurant to meet me. Long, fiery red hair falling down around her smiling face and inviting neck, a thin-strapped black cocktail dress with a plunging v-neckline accentuating her curves, the hem falling just above the knees I'd loved to have thrown over my shoulders in days gone by, and stiletto heels that had to be at least three inches clicking on the floor as she crossed the distance between us ... I'm fairly certain I didn't breathe until she stepped into my arms to hug me and whispered in my ear, "Hey stranger. I guess you like the dress."

We sat down in a corner booth, she across from me, and to be honest, I don't remember a whole lot about what we talked about, because despite my best efforts, my eyes kept drifting down her neckline to the space between her breasts. The dress made wearing a bra simply impossible, and she was playing up that fact as much as possible, providing a feast for my eyes. If she was doing it consciously, or if she knew where my eyes kept focusing, she made no sign, save for the occasional hint of a smirk that would play across her lips whenever I lost my train of thought in mid-sentence. 

After a few glasses of wine and the last of the dinner plates were gone, she excused herself to go to the ladies' room, and I finally had the opportunity to not so subtly reach down and adjust (and rub) the front of my slacks, which felt horribly constraining in that moment. As badly as I wanted every inch of her wrapped around every inch of me, I didn't want to assume she was just ready to head back to my place or hers and jump right in the sack—as suggestive as she'd been all night, I didn't want to draw the wrong conclusion and piss her off. Just take it easy, I told myself. Take a deep breath, suck down some ice water, and just find out what she'd like to do.

When she came back, instead of resuming her seat across from me, she sat down right next to me, slid right up against, put my arm around her shoulder, and her leg up over mine, in my lap. Before I could say anything, she took my other hand and gently slid it up her dress, guiding my fingertips along her inner thigh.

"I really miss the things you used to do to me," she whispered in my ear. "When I got your email, it was all I could think about." She drew my hand further up, and confirmed what I'd been hoping was the case all night.

"You must have known I wouldn't wear any! Touch me."

Fearful that someone would spot us, but too turned on to stop, I let the tips of my fingers trace the shape of her labia from bottom to top, pressing just slightly between them to dip into her wetness before sliding them up to her clitoral hood, rubbing all the wetness they'd collected in a tiny, slow repeating circle.

She never took her eyes off me, just kept smiling and talking-the only sign that she was enjoying what I was doing being her voice dropping lower, becoming breathier. Meanwhile her hand had found its way to my lap, and had begun to rub the front of my crotch with the palm of her hand. 

Finally, the teasing must have reached her limit, "Let's go."

"Where to?"

"Somewhere you can lick me and then fuck me, of course. Right now, your car is sounding pretty damn good to me."

And then we were off to the car, and honest to God I thought we were almost sprinting. I opened her door and helped her inside, then hustled over to my side and slid in.

There she was in my passenger's seat, dress hiked up over her hips, her right leg up on the dashboard, spreading herself wide and inviting me to devour her. But she'd been in control of this whole night, and now that I was sure we were both in full-on lust mode, it was time to take a little control back.

"Mmmmm, soon. I have a particular place in mind now." I pulled the car out of the parking lot and drove us out for aways, under a cloudless night and a bright moon towards the ocean. We drove over a bridge that seemed a lot longer than it usually does because she wasn't wasting time during the drive. She'd slouched down into the seat, her leg still up on the dashboard, her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit with all four fingers. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her face the picture of pleasure as she built herself up closer and closer to climax.

"Save some for me. We're almost there."

"There's plenty here for you, baby. I'm going to drown you in it."

Once we were off the bridge, I pulled the car over to the side of the road. The beach and the ocean were in sight on one side of us, the roadway and cars speeding by on the other. I got out first, went over to her side, and led her out toward the front of the car. Taking hold of her by the hips, I lifted her up onto the hood of the car, her dress still bunched up over her hips, placed myself between her legs and kissed her mouth hard, pouring all the anticipation I'd felt all night along with all the lust she'd inspired in so many memories and fantasies over the past seven years into my mouth on hers. She kissed back hungrily, her tongue sliding around mine in her mouth. She pushed her body into me, her bare pussy rubbing against the front of my pants and the throbbing that lay beneath them. But before I gave her that, I wanted a taste of what I'd been feeling with my fingertips earlier, what I'd been watching her play with through the entire drive to the bridge.

Taking hold of her shoulders, I pushed her back until she was laying on the hood, and pulled her hips toward me, until her thighs were up against my shoulders. I turned my head to kiss down her leg from her feet, still in those incredibly sexy stilettos, down to the center of her desire. The moment my tongue touched her labia, she gasped, and as I dragged my tongue up from bottom to top, letting the tip part her lips and press inside, she exhaled in a long, deep moan. 

As much as I wanted to take my time, I was hungry for her—seven years worth of hunger. I brought my hand up above my mouth and used my thumb and forefinger to hold apart her lips and reveal her clit to me. Darting my tongue over and around it, I could hear her breath quicken and her moans grow more insistent. Thanks to all the playing she'd done in the car, she was already close. I covered her clit with my mouth, drew the soft, wet flesh between my lips and sucked hard, drawing it back toward my throat, before releasing it and swirling my tongue over and over it, again and again. I felt her hips start to undulate under my mouth—she felt desperate to keep feeling my tongue against her clit, and I gave her what she wanted, punctuated by sucking on that clit as though I was drawing breath from it. 

All that time I went down on her, cars flew by us, never slowing, never once even honking or acknowledging that we were sating our hunger for all to see. I wondered briefly if that would change once I started fucking her, and in that moment, when it felt like she was about to unleash a wave of cum all over my face, I decided it was time to find out.

Tearing myself away from her, I hurriedly unbuttoned and dropped my pants and boxers to around my knees, pulled her by the hips to my pelvis, and sank my cock deep inside that pussy I'd only felt in dreams for so very long. She let out a cry as I entered her, holding her legs by the ankles to my chest, those stiletto heels now on either side of my head. At that point I let the lust take over completely, and I thrust into her over and over, relishing the feeling of her pussy spasming, squeezing around my cock as I fucked her through the orgasm I'd built with my tongue, not pausing for a second to let her catch her breath. She didn't want me to either; instead, she urged me on, commanding me to fuck her and make her come again, saying she wanted to soak my cock with her juices. 

In and out my cock moved, and after a while I pushed her ankles apart so I could reach down and rub my thumb over her clit as I fucked her pussy. This pushed her over the edge again—her hands flailed for something to hold on to on the car as the wave hit, and she cried out for all the world to hear. Mine was getting close—her pussy feeling that way was something I could resist only for so long. But there was one last thing I wanted to do.

When her orgasm had subsided, I pulled out from her and helped her down from the hood. I kissed her briefly before turning her around and bending her over the hood of the car. Pushing her legs apart, I took a quick moment to admire the beautiful things stiletto heels do to a woman's calves, legs, and ass when she's bent over. Whoever invented the damned things probably wasn't in heaven if he got to enjoy the fruits of his labors the way I was, but for all the pleasure they've given us guys, if we could all vote him in, I think we would!

Taking hold of her hips with one hand, my cock with the other, I guided myself back into her sopping wet pussy, pushing in to the hilt. She let another long moan and pushed her ass back against me. Both my hands on her hips now, I held her in place while I fucked her from behind, my thighs slapping against the backs of her, my balls tapping against her clit. She felt glorious, wrapped around me that way, and I never wanted it to end, but pure need, the need to cum, had taken over, and I couldn't slow down.

I reached forward with one hand and took hold of a handful of her hair, I gripped her that way as I quickened my pace, and her moans and cries grew louder and more frenzied. Each time my cock was fully inside her, she squeezed, milking me, and soon I could feel the tug at my scrotum, and the throbbing in my shaft that told me the point of no return was approaching at ninety miles an hour.

"You're about to cum," she said between moans. She felt it too—she had a good memory. "Please, baby. Give me your cock. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want it all down my throat, please, please ..."

I'd dreamt of that mouth almost as much as I'd dreamt of that pussy all those years, so I wasn't about to refuse. I pulled free from her just in time, and she turned, squatted in front of me, and took the whole of my cock into her mouth, my tip touching the back of her throat, her hand cupping my balls, fondling them briefly before she pulled her mouth back enough for her hand to take hold of the base and stroke me into her mouth. That was the trigger, and with a loud groan I exploded down her throat, more and more cum racing out of me as she continued to stroke. I heard a contented "mmmm" coming from down there as the corners of my vision started to go dark, and my knees came close to buckling. 

Absolutely. Fucking. Amazing. 

And not a single car had stopped, honked, or even slowed down. Guess the voyeurs were all at home that night. Too bad for them.



Long Time, No See



It was a day like most others... It was a Saturday, I slept until about noon. I had a slight hangover from the party that I had attended the night before. I awakened to the ringing of my cell phone. 

"Hello," I mumbled in a sleepy voice.

"Nikki, get up!" came the exasperated mumbling from my best friend, Nelly. "We have to be at the arena by 1:30!"

"Calm down, girl," I told her as I sat up in my bed. "Give me half an hour and I'll be there to pick you up." I then hung up the cellular phone before she could say another word. After sitting for another minute, I finally rose from my queen sized canopy bed and stretched before traipsing to my private bathroom. After setting my water, I turned and observed my body in the large mirror on my bathroom wall. 

At five feet and six inches, I think that I was a pretty good height. Not too short and not too tall. I cupped my breasts and felt their weight... Average, I guess... 34 C...kinda perky for their size, I guess. My stomach had a nice little ripple effect going from all of the running and dancing that I did on the dance team in school. I played with the navel ring that I had gotten as soon as I turned 18. I paid for it with my own money that I earned from my part time job on the mall, so my mom couldn't complain much about It (even though she hates it). I have pretty nice thighs and calves too... and a nicely rounded ass if I do say so my self... Light brown eyes and dark, wavy brown hair that fell past my shoulders... Apricot skin due to having a black mother and a white father. Not that I am a raving beauty, but the package isn't unsatisfactory either. I can turn a head or two when I dressed the package up....

After giving my body the once over, I jumped into the shower and scrubbed the dust from the day before off of my body. After that, I brushed my teeth and threw on a light coating of make up.... a little eye shadow, some mascara and a little gloss on my fullish lips. I then put on the denim micro skirt and white halter top that I had pulled from my closet. After rubbing my legs and arms down with pear scented lotion, I quickly slid on a pair of sheer panty hose and then a pair of black patent leather pumps. I grabbed my keys, cell phone, the robe incased in plastic, and the duffle bag that I had stuffed the day before and made my way downstairs.

"Good afternoon," I said, greeting my mother and father who were chatting in the kitchen.

"What on earth are you wearing?" my mother said as a greeting as I kissed her on her cheek. "You look like a little hoochie in that short skirt and those heels."

"It's only for the ceremony," I assured her as I made my way over to my dad to give him a kiss.

"You're graduating from high school," she argued. "Not from Hoochie Academy."

"You won't even be able to see it under the robe, Janice," my dad said in my defense. "All the young girls are wearing that sort of thing nowadays."

"Thank you, daddy," I said, hugging him with gratitude.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," he said before taking a sip of his juice.

"I still don't like it, Jimmy," mom said to him. She then looked at me. "But this is your special day and I won't make a bug fuss..... today."

"Thank you, momma," I said, giving her a big hug. As I made my way to the door that led to the side driveway, I reminded them, "The ceremony starts at two o'clock. Be there on time, you guys."

"We'll be there with a cheering squad," mom said.

"I'll have the camcorder in hand," my dad promised. Before I could get out of the door, he stopped me. "One more thing."

"Yes?" I said, hefting my duffle bag onto my shoulder.

"Wes will be here tonight."

Wes.... it had been almost five years since I had seen my older brother. He was older than me by three years and he was from my dad's first marriage to a white woman, so few people actually believed that we were siblings. The last time that he had come to visit was 2 years ago and I didn't get to see him because I was away at camp. Mom said that he had grown into a handsome young man, but all I could recall is how he looked when I was thirteen... cutish, but kinda geeky with his thick bifocals, dusty brown hair and long and skinny arms and legs.

"Really?" I said with a surprised smile. "It's been so long since I've seen him!"

"That's right," mom said. "You missed him last time he was here."

"Yep," I said, but I really had to go and pick up Nelly before we were late. "I have to run," I told my parents. "Whenever he get's here, give him a hug for me and tell him I can't wait to see him."

"Will do," my dad said before finishing off his glass of juice.

Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling my new black Ford Explorer (my graduation present- I love having a physician for a dad!) into Nelly's driveway. I blew the horn and climbed out of the truck. She quickly rushed out of her house and screamed when she saw my new ride.

"Tell your dad did not get you this-"

"Yes!" I screamed. "He did!"

"You lucky bitch," she said with a smile as she loaded her bag and plastic covered graduation robe into the backseat. Once I pulled out of her driveway, she took in the interior. "Girl, this is nice. When do I get to drive it?"

"Whenever," I told her as we headed to the coliseum where are graduation ceremony would be held.

"Cool," she said in response. "Do you think that I will get away with wearing these sandals?" she asked, putting her foot on the dashboard for me to inspect. 

I admired her freshly tanned legs as she displayed her sandal covered foot. She had the legs of a Vegas showgirl... and the body to match! Though I don't consider myself a lesbian or bisexual or anything, I believe in giving credit where credit is due.... and Nelly is gorgeous! 5'8", with breasts that were a little bigger than mine that seem to beckon the attention of any guy within viewing distance. She had an ass that was what my mom called "too black for a white girl"... baby's got back!!! And hour glass figure with all of those accessories and from the neck up she could pass for Alyssa Milano. She was a goddess in my opinion... but don't get me wrong.... I'm not les or bi or anything..... BUT ANYWAY, back to the subject at hand....

Where was I? Oh yeah... her sandals...

"I don't know," I told her. "Mrs. Chapman said no open toes and you know how she is."

"I know, but I didn't have time to run to Wally World yesterday," she complained. "Do you think we have time?"

"If you hurry up and run in and out," I told her. I quickly drove to the Wal- Mart a few blocks from Nelly's house. I dropped her off at the front door and told her to hurry up. I didn't get out with her because I knew that if I went in, we would NEVER make it out on time (I'm a Wal-Mart fanatic!). 

Miraculously, Nelly came back out of the store in a little over ten minutes. I think that is a Wal- Mart record for ANYBODY! Amazingly, she also had a new CD, a pair of tennis shoes and a cute little shirt stashed in her bag.

"I had to get this cute little shirt," she said, holding up the red halter top for me to see. "It was so cute that I almost forgot that I was in there to get a pair of shoes." She then showed me the simple black high heels that nearly matched the ones that I was wearing.

"Those will do," I informed my best friend. Then we were on our way to the graduation site.

We made it to the arena at exactly one thirty. Hastily, we threw on our gowns and carried our caps in our hands as we entered the building. We tried not to laugh as we caught Mrs. Chapman's stern look of warning.

"You're cutting it close ladies," she said with a small shake of her head.

"I had to get a pair of shoes," Nelly explained as we walked past her to find out designated spots amongst our fellow graduates.

"Well," Mrs. Chapman began with a raised eyebrow, "Now that our fair Nelly has gotten her shoes, listen up everyone..."

I half- listened as Mrs. Chapman told our 300 plus senior class how she expected up to behave and that she was proud that we had made it so far and blah-blah-blah. I was just ready to get the whole thing over and done with.

Soon, the ceremony began... scholarships and academic achievements were announced (I'm proud to say, my name was mentioned several times in those categories).... the valedictorian gave her little speech... more blah-blah-blah... and finally, the presentation of the diplomas, the tossing of the caps as the band played and freedom from high school!!!

After the ceremony, Nelly and I found each other in the crowd and hugged each other and cried...ya know.... said all of the sentimental stuff and hugged some of our school mates. We then found our families in the large lobby of the arena. I hugged Nelly's parents as she hugged mine before I began to hug other members of my own family. After the "Hugfest", a voice called to me.

"Got anymore hugs left over?"

I turned around and faced my brother who had been standing back as I hugged everyone else. "Wes!" I screamed, throwing my arms around him. "I am so glad that you could come," I told him. We pulled apart and looked at each other for a minute. "Look at you!" I exclaimed. "You're all grown up!"

"Look who's talkin'" he said with a laugh.

Gone was the geeky, awkward fellow from years ago. Wes had turned into quite a handsome young man! Though he still wore glasses, they were cute little wire-rimmed ones, not the coke- bottle- thick bifocals. His hair was still a dusty brown, but it was cut in a nice "caesar" type haircut, giving him a "sophisticated, but slightly dangerous" look. The rest of his body had finally caught up with those long arms and legs.. From what I could tell, he was kinda slim, but nicely toned. Yes... my brother had turned out to be an eye-catcher!

And Nelly noticed right off....

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed as she hugged him. "You have gotten cute!"

To our surprise, he actually blushed a little bit. "Thanks," he said, smiling a little.

A possible love match? I wondered to my self. Only time would tell, I thought.

After all of the family hoopla at the arena, we all journey to my parent's house where my folks and Nelly's folks were throwing us a small, family graduation party. By the time that we made it to the house, I had traded my high heels for a pair of socks and tennis shoes, changing my look from "hoochie-ish" to sporty. Nelly had slipped back into her sandals as well.

When we strolled into the house, we were greeted with more hugs and words of pride and congratulations. An hour or two passed on and we dined on all kinds of little appetizers, finger foods, and a huge cake that boasted the words "YOU FINALLY MADE IT!". Shortly after five o'clock, we decided that it was time to go to the real parties. Don't get me wrong, we enjoyed the celebration that our family had thrown for us, but you know that the REAL parties are never with you YOUR PARENTS!!!! Let's be for real....


Anyway, the first shindig that we went to was at a Park near the river. The smell of smoked meats from various barbecue pits filled the air. There were Styrofoam coolers filled with sodas and juices all over the park...and car trunks filled with beer and other "spirits", of course.

As Nelly and I walked around the park, we greeted and hug friends from our school and other friends from other schools. Everyone felt the high from finally being finished with high school. We walked around a little more before getting a couple of hot dogs and plastic cups filled with a strawberry flavored wine cooler and ice. We talked and laughed with friends until the sun began to set. By the time we decided to leave the park, our buzz had worn off from the wine coolers, BUT THAT WAS OKAY because we still had other places to go and things to do. We had all night to do some more drinking and stuff.

After crashing a few hotel get-togethers, we went to the house of J.R. Hughs, a friend of ours who family had actually left him the ESTATE for the weekend. "This is definitely where we are going to kick it for tonight," I said when we saw the masses of cars in the driveway and on the street and people all over the massive yard. 

"I hear you, girl," Nelly agreed. "I crowd this big can only mean that this is a helluva party."

We were greeted with cheers and offers of beers as soon as we walked into the huge house. The music was thumpin' and the crowd was jumpin'! We had definitely picked the right spot to 'get our party on'. After a little while, Nelly and I got separated as we danced with various guys and had more drinks.

"Don't over do it, lil' lady."

I turned around and found my brother standing before me. I screamed with surprise and glee and jumped into his arms. "What are you doing here?!" I demanded with a smile.

"I have friends here to you know," he said with a smile. 

"You're like two or three years older than everyone here," I informed him.

"So?" he said incredulously. "Just to let you know, I happened to play on the same little league team with J.R.'s brother Matt before we moved away. I've kept in contact with his family over time."

"Awwwwwwweee... how sweet!" I joked.

"Whatever," he said with a short laugh. "Anyway, I'm going to find a beer and maybe a freaky little head hunter."

"Wes!" I exclaimed, surprised at his somewhat brazen statement.

"Nikki!" he mimicked with a laugh before turning and walking away. 

After shaking my head in amusement, I turned and found myself another dance partner. About an hour later, I went on a search to find Nelly and see if she was still enjoying herself. After spending nearly fifteen minutes looking for her on the bottom level and outside, I decided to make my way up to the second level.

After trying a few of the bedroom doors, I finally found her....AND BOY! DID I FIND HER!!!!

She was kneeling next to a big bed, with her hand and lips wrapped around what appeared to be a nice, thick piece of (what we like to call) tube steak. But her giving a guy head is not what surprised me. What shocked the hell outta me was the fact that it was my brother! And even more shocking was the size of his 'thang'! NOT BAD AT ALL!!!

"Oops!" I exclaimed. "My bad."

Nelly looked up in surprise and Wes grabbed for the top of his pants. "Nikki, don't be mad at me," she quickly begged rushing towards me.

"Hey, calm down," I told her, holding up a hand. "I'm not mad. This is you guys business. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You promise?" she said, still unsure.

"I promise," I told her. I then turned to my brother who sat on the bed watching us. "Don't short my best friend," I warned him. "She's taking care of you, so you take care of her." I laughed as I exited the room and closed the door behind me. After a moment, I turned around and knocked on the door. Nelly opened the door.

"Yes?" she answered.

"I'm heading to the house," I informed the twosome. I looked at my brother and said, "Make sure you get her home safely, okay."

"No problem," he said with a wicked smile on his face.

"Goodnight y'all," I said. "And I DO mean GOOD NIGHT."

As I drove home, I still couldn't get over the shock of seeing my best friend slobbering on my brother's sausage! It totally blew me away! What was even crazier about it was that the more that I thought about it, the more aroused I got! It had to be the alcohol in my system. Maybe it was knowing that my best friend was getting laid and I wasn't tonight. Not to mention, I was kinda horny too. I don't know. But whatever the reason, I had to get it out of my system and fast!

I crept quietly into my house around 4:30 and made my way up to my bedroom. Still not completely sleepy, I figured a warm shower would relax me and make it easier for me to fall asleep. After setting my water to the right temperature, I stripped and climbed inside of the stall. I leaned against the wall and allowed the soothing water to relax my muscles and rinse away some of the dust and sweat that my body had collected during the day. After a few minutes of just leaning there, I grabbed my sponge and lathered it up and proceeded to thoroughly scrub my body. As I cleansed my skin, my mind trailed back to the somewhat erotic scene of Nelly and Wes together.

However, my mind seemed to take what I saw a bit further. I saw my best friend naked, riding upon my brother's meaty staff, moaning and writhing in total delight. I saw my brother's hands gripping her ass as she did so. I saw them changing positions, her laying on her back as he kneeled on the bed, putting his face between her thighs. I could almost feel it myself as he licked and sucked at her clit, making her moan and whimper his name. I heard with crystal clarity her groan in ecstacy as he sent her into orgasmic bliss...

It was then that I realized that orgasmic moans weren't coming from her, but they had come from ME. Surprised, I looked down at the hand and sponge that still were between my thighs and the tons of suds that were streaming down my legs as I had massaged my cunt until I, myself had erupted with sexual pleasure in my shower.

Shocked at my wanton behavior and even more so at what had caused it, I quickly rinsed myself clean and stepped out of the shower. I quickly dried myself off and climbed naked into my bed. After a few minutes of chastising myself, I had finally winded down enough to fall into a fitful slumber. But even in my dreams, I was tormented by the visions of my brother and best friend together. And in my dreams, everything was even more vivid and sexy. And to make matters even worse, when I awakened the next day, there was a wet spot on my bed that I knew didn't come from sweating!

My thoughts plagued me as I dressed in a denim mini skirt and a halter top and went downstairs to fix myself a couple of pieces of toast and grape jelly. Why on earth couldn't I get it out of my head?! And even worse, why was I so turned on by it?! What was wrong with me? Did that make me a lesbian to be getting my rocks off by imagining my best friend fucking my brother? Or was I walking that fine line to being incestuous by imagining my brother and his big dick pounding away at my best friend?

I was so confused by it. It didn't bother me one bit that my brother and best friend had "gotten busy" the night before. That was absolutely okay. But I just couldn't get over how it put my system into overdrive!

As I sat down at the table with my toast and a glass of orange juice, the Devil himself came into the kitchen. "Good morning, Wes," I greeted him as if I was completely sane and unaffected about the night before and my unearthly thoughts.

"Morning?" he questioned. "It's one thirty in the afternoon, but good morning to you too."

"Is mom and dad back from church yet?" I asked before taking a bite out of my toast.

"They called and said that they would be back late this evening," he informed me. "They said something about the casino."

"Oh, that's right," I said nodding my head. "They won't be home until late. I forgot that tonight was casino night."

Once a month, my folks would load up with some friends and head to the Casino Strip in Tunica for a day of light gambling and gossiping. The ironic thing about that was that it was usually on a Sunday, right after church!

"Well, I guess we'll had to fend for ourselves tonight for dinner," I said. "Wanna go half on a pizza for dinner?"

"That'll be cool," Wes agreed as he fixed himself a sandwich for lunch. After making his lunch and grabbing a soda from the refrigerator, he joined me at the table. "So what do you have planned for tonight?" he asked.

"Nothing much," I told him. "I might rent a couple of movies since Nelly is having dinner with her grandparents tonight."

"Cool, cool," he said, nodding his head casually. "Nelly," he began. "An interesting girl."

"I don't want to hear it," I said hastily, stopping him before he could continue.




Long Time, No See



After a minute of silence while we ate our food he began again. "Does last night bother you?" he asked. "If you have a problem with it-"

"I don't have a problem with it," I interrupted him. "Whatever you and Nelly do is really your business. The only thing that bothered me was seeing your dinglehopper in my best friend's mouth, knowing that I can never share a drink with her again."

"What?!" he said with a laugh. "Why not?"

I looked at him like he had lost his mind. Slowly, I spoke. "She sucked my brother's dick. I'm not going to have my brother's dick juice mixed up with my drinks."

"That is the craziest shit that I have ever heard," he said with a big laugh.

"Oh really?" I challenged. "So your saying that you would drink after one of your friends if knew that he had ate me out?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Oh Puh-leeze!" I said incredulously, throwing my hands up in the air. "Why on earth would you do that?!"

"Hell, why not?" he threw back at me. "We have the same genes. We more or less come from the same place. What could it hurt?"

"Man," I said shaking my head, unable to stop a laugh. "You are crazy."

"So, I've been told," he said as he wolfed down the last bite of his sandwich. After taking a swig from his soda he asked, "So your cool?"

"I'm cool," I told him.

"Good," he said as he stood up. He put his plate in the dishwasher and threw his can away before strolling over to me and giving me a hard kiss on the cheek.

"Yuck!" I exclaimed. "I hope you've brushed your teeth today!"

He laughed as he strolled out of the kitchen.

I sat alone for a few minutes, sipping that last bits of my orange juice, thinking about what my brother had said. A laughed a little to myself. He had issues, I thought with a chuckle. But who was I to talk? I spent the previous night AND my dreams fantasizing about him and my best friend. If anyone had issues, it was me! I couldn't believe that he would actually drink after a friend, knowing that his friends mouth had been on my puss! That was pretty wild to me. I had never heard such nonsense before.

After putting my plate and glass into the dishwasher, I made my way into the living room where my brother was watching some action movie. "Are you a freak?" I asked without preamble.

"Why?" he asked, not looking up at me.

"I'm just curious," I told him.

"I'm as freaky as they come," he admitted, looking up at me with a smile. "Why? Interested?"

"Don't even go there," I told him, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him. "I was just wondering. That's all."

"Well," he began, "now you know."

"You just never seemed to be the freaky type," I told him. "You were always kinda shy and quiet whenever you came to visit."

"Not really," he informed me. "All you knew is what you saw. Nikki, I've been fucking since I was around thirteen."

"Are you serious?!" I asked in astonishment. "What could you possibly know about sex at age thirteen?!"

"You would be surprised," he said with a wicked smile. "By the time I was sixteen, I was bonin' thirty year old women."

"Wes!"

"Don't 'Wes!' me," he said with a laugh. "I'm a die hard sex-addict. I admit it. I'm not ashamed about it either."

"Oh my goodness," I said shaking my head.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said. "I just never knew..."

"Well, duh," he said with a snort. "You're my little sister. Back then, you would've snitched on me. Why in the world would I tell you?"

"Oh kiss my ass," I said, crossing my arms over my chest with pout.

"Yes, I've kissed asses before," he said. "Ask you girl, Nelly."

"Oh shut up!"

He laughed as I continued to pout while we watched the movie. I couldn't believe that the brother that I knew in my childhood as something of geek, was in actually some kind of 'love machine'. This was turning out to be an interesting weekend. I was curious to learn more. "Tell me some of your adventures," I requested suddenly.

"What?" he said, looking at me with slight astonishment.

"Since you claim to be the freakiest of the freaks," I began, "tell me a story or two."

"Fine," he said, turning down the television with the remote.

I listened wide-eyed as my sibling recounted some of his escapades to me. I shook my head in disbelief as he told me about a threesome he had with his best friend and a female. I covered my mouth in shock when he told me about the time that he had tied a married woman up, ate her out until she passed out and left her alone for her husband to find her still tied up. I was even more shocked when he had the nerve to call her husband and tell him what happened AND then the two of them set her up for a threesome with them!!!

"I don't believe it," I uttered after he told me a few more explicit tales about his sex life.

"Well, believe it little sis," he said cockily. "I'm just that good."

"If you say so," I said with a short cackle.

"Wanna see?" he challenged.

"Pardon me?" I said, looking at him as if he had completely flipped his lid.

"Nothing," he said. "Just kidding."

He rose from where he sat and said, "I'll be back in a little while. I have an errand to run."

"Okay," I said. "See you later." After Wes left, I laid back onto the couch and let my mind drift to the tales that my brother had told me. I just couldn't get over the fact that my brother was a freaky lil' thang! Before I knew it, I was nodding off...

The dream seemed to vivid and real...and was the craziest thing that had ever crossed my mind....

There I was, naked, in the middle of a huge canopy bed, legs spread, rubbing myself and loving it! When my hand is pushed away, I look down and find my own brother kneeling between my legs, head face making it's way towards my throbbing cat. He looks up at me and the expression on his face is not one of sibling love, but one of desire. He returns his attention to my wet cunt and takes his first tentative taste.

I moan and by reflex, grab the back of his head. In my mind, I know this is wrong, but it feels so damn good to have his tongue lapping at my womanhood. I moan weakly, calling his name... "Wes..."

He looks up at me. "You like that?" he asks seductively and slides two fingers into my sopping cunt while rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb.

"Oh yes," I whimper meekly as I roll my pussy against his fingers. "Don't stop," I beg him over and over. "Please don't stop..."

"I won't," he promised me as he fondles my right breast with his free hand. I cry out as he then sucks one of my nipples into his warm mouth.

"Wes!" I nearly scream as he pumps his fingers into me harder and faster, still rubbing my clit roughly with his thumb. "I'm going to cum!"

"Well, cum!" he demands against my swollen nipple. "Cum for me!"

As my eyes rush open, I realize that my dream seemed so real because, in a way, it was...

With a mixture of incredulity and dismay, I look down and find my halter top pulled down and my skirt hoisted up to my waist and there, making his way to my throbbing clit...was my brother!

"Oh my God, Wes!" I cried out in mortification. "What are you doing?!"

He looked up at me and simply said, "You asked me to."

"What?!" I said, roughly pushing him away from me. I straighten my clothes as I hastily rose from the sofa. "I cannot believe you!"

"You can't believe ME?!" he challenged. "You were the one laying there, begging me not to stop."

"I didn't know what was going on?" I argued, somewhat lamely. "I thought I was dreaming!"

"About ME?!" he asked incredulously. "You were laying there screaming my name," he accused, "and loving everything I was doing to you."

"I was not in my right mind," I debated angrily. "You took advantage of me," I practically spat.

"And you fuckin' loved it," he said cockily. "I wasn't enjoying it myself," he admitted with no shame.

"How could you do this?!" I demanded. "I'm your sister for cryin' out loud!"

"You're a woman!" he retorted. "And a sexy one at that."

I felt oddly pleased at the compliment. Mentally chastising myself, I looked at my brother and said, "That doesn't make this right."

"Well if it makes you feel any better," he began walking up to me until he was only a breath away. "You have one of the best pussies that I've ever tasted.... And that makes it all right with me."

I could only scream in frustration and humiliation as I turned around and stormed up the stairway to my bedroom. I was in shock and ashamed of myself for what had just transpired, but I wasn't sure what about what upset me the most: experiencing this episode with my brother or loving it the way that I had.

I slammed my bedroom door behind me and stood in the center of my bedroom, unsure of what to do next. I felt a the beginning of a headache, and my cunt was still throbbing, begging for release. Why did it have to feel so good?! And WHY OH WHY was I tempted to go back downstairs and beg him to finish what he had started.

Yeah right... what HE had started.....

Deep down, I knew that I was just as guilty as he was.

I heard my door open behind me. "Go away, Wes," I said without looking back at him.

"Nope," he responded. I could feel the heat from his body as he stood behind me. "I want you too bad now," he informed me. "I've had a taste and now I want some more."

I couldn't find my voice to object as he ran his tongue along the side of my neck, nor could I stop the tremor that ran through me. "Wes.." I said weakly, "we can't do this."

"Yes, we can," he contested, taking the lobe of my ear between his teeth. After a quick suck, he asked, "Who's gonna find out? There's noone here but us."

"But this is not right," I disputed weakly, unable to suppress a moan as he gently began to fondle my breasts from behind me.

"Tell me that you don't like the way this feels," he dared me, slowly running one hand down my stomach until he came to the hem of my mini skirt. He slowly raised it and his hand slid beneath the flimsy fabric of my panties. His fingers easily slipped between the lips of kitten as he slowly began to massage my clit.

I fell backwards against him, legs weakened. "Wes, please...." I begged feebly.

"'Please- what?" he interrogated, his voice sounding husky all of a sudden.

I wanted to say 'please stop', but the words wouldn't fall from my lips. "Don't..." I mumbled in a daze.

"'Don't'- what?" he challenged. "Don't stop? I won't baby. Not until you tell me to. Do you want me to stop?"

I was speechless. I couldn't answer him! I could only writhe and squirm as his hands worked at my breast and my soaking cunt.

"Tell me dammit," he demanded into my ear. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," I answered meekly, honestly. "No."

"That's a good girl," he said, spinning me around to face him. Then his lips were on mine. I was too thunderstruck to fight him as his tongue entered my mouth. Then, as if I had no control over them, my arms wrapped around his neck as I returned his kiss, our tongues dueling wildly. I moaned into his mouth and his hands gripped my ass.

Suddenly, I couldn't get enough of him. I was pulling him closer, trying to get his shirt off, then his pants and boxers. I gasped in amazement as his thick cock sprang forward, somewhere between 8 and 9 inches, but thick as hell. Eager to touch him, I wrapped my hand around the beautiful pole. When he groaned at the contact, I couldn't help but smile a little bit. I slowly began to jack him off.

"Oh, hell yeah," he said between clenched teeth. He placed his hands on my shoulders and began to push me downward. "I want to know if your mouth feels as good as your hand."

As I kneeled before him, I admit now that I was nervous. I mean, we had already cross the line between right and wrong. And though I know I am no major saint, I knew that this was a great sin!

But in spite of that, I spread my lips and slowly wrapped them around the head on Wes' cock. Slowly, I licked and sucked at him, pulling him further and further into my mouth, inch by thick inch.

"That's right," he encouraged me as he rotated his hips in my face. "Suck this cock."

I sucked him as best as I could, taking almost all of him into my mouth, sucking fast and hard, then only the head until he eased my mouth away from him.

"Damn, you're good," he commended me. "I'm not ready to cum yet. I want YOU in MY mouth now."

He then led me to my bed and laid me down, spreading my legs apart. He gazed down at my wet snatch and smiled a little bit. "You keep it nicely trimmed too," he observed. "Very nice."

"Thank you," I responded. Well, what else was I supposed to say?!

Then, without further ado, he positioned himself between my thighs and held them far apart. I gasped in delight as I felt him slip his tongue between my slightly parted pussy lips. I grabbed the top and back of his head as he hungrily lapped at my swollen clit. I seesawed my cunt against his mouth, fucking his face, and it only seemed to motivate him further and he licked ans suckled me more zealously.

After ten or fifteen minutes of this torturous bliss, I thought that I was going to die. I thought that by now, he would tire of the tongue lashing, but he was like the an energizer rabbit. "Wes, I can't handle it," I moaned.

"Yes, you can," he debated quickly before returning his mouth to my soggy snatch. It was then that he slid two fingers into my femininity and pummeled me ferociously with his fingers as he sucked on my clit.

"Wes, I'm gonna cum!" I informed him breathlessly as he tormented me.

He then tore his mouth and fingers away from my sodden kitten and poised himself over me. Holding my legs far apart, he slammed his rod into my cooch. "I want to feel you cum around my cock," he said as he began to drill into my hot cat. "Cum for me," he demanded. "Cum for Wes!"

I screamed out his name as he plunged deep into my pussy over and over again. The tingling began and I was soon erupting in orgasmic delectation. "I'm cumming, Wes!" I screamed. "I'm cumming!"

"I know," he said back to me. "I can feel it. Damn, you feel so good!"

He kept pounding into me as my cunt pulsed around him. "Oh shit, Wes!' I screamed. "Mmmm! Yes!" I chanted his name over and over again as he fucked me fiercely.

"Oh shit, Nikki. I'm about to cum, baby!" 

He drove into me with two more deep thrusts before pulling out of me completely and letting his juices shoot all over my belly. He grunted with satisfaction before falling onto me.

We both lay in the bed breathing hard, trying to catch our breath. "Damn, Nikki. You feel so good."

"You do too," I told him. We lay quietly for another minute before I spoke. "What on earth did we just do?"

"Most people call it fucking," he said nonchalantly. "Rather good fucking as a matter of fact."

"I just don't know what to think," I told him. "I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything," he told me. After a minute he said, "I'll tell you what. Let's get cleaned up and order that pizza and we'll talk about downstairs."

"You promise?" I asked, unsure.

"I promise," he said, looking at me.

"Okay."

"That's a good girl," he said, rising from my bed. "I'll see you downstairs in about twenty minutes okay."

"Okay."

After he left my room. I climbed out of bed and went into my bathroom to take a quick shower. My body throbbed, but it was a good kind of throbbing. Though I was still conflicted about what had just occurred between me and my brother, I knew that I couldn't take it back. And I wasn't sure that I wanted to.

Oh well, we'll just have to see what happens when we talk over pizza...



Long Time, No See



I'd forgotten how tight Hannah's pussy was.

So, when I slipped inside her from behind, and looked down at the pale, white skin of her back, leading up to the long, straight, red hair flowing over her left shoulder, I felt a nearly overwhelming urge to cum inside her. 

"It's been so long," she said, glancing back at me. "I missed you."

I missed her too, but probably only for the fact that she was 22 and I was 40 and she gave amazing head. 

She wasn't kidding, though. It had been about six weeks since I fucked her last, just a day before she left to go back to college. Her sweet moist pussy gripped my cock as I eased in and out of her. "I missed you too, Han," I said, picking up the pace.

"Fuck me hard, OK?" she asked. "And don't stop."

I held her hips firmly as the light claps of our bodies and her soft, sexy moans began to get louder as I bent her over the coffee table in her tiny, but nice, apartment near campus. Her tight, wet pussy felt so good and just being able to pleasure her was amazing. I wanted her to believe I was fucking her slow because it was more intimate, but there was no question it was because I wanted to last as long as I could. Pounding her tight pussy would end that.

"I told Sami she should find someplace to stay tonight," she said, as she slid forward and my cock popped out of her.

"Why? I said, coyly. 

"Because we haven't seen each for six weeks; I plan on being naked all night ..." she said, as she pushed me back on the couch. "And I wanna be loud tonight ..."

She swung her hips over mine and gasped as her pussy lowered onto my cock, sliding slowly down until she was completely filled. I watched as her milky white hips moved sensually as she let out a set of long, slow groans. As the pace quickened, Hannah got louder and louder, until she stopped moving and I started pounding hard up into her pussy until she pushed up suddenly and shuddered as her orgasm overtook her.

I eased her lightly to my left and maneuvered behind her, running my fingers across her pink pussy. Pulling her to the edge of the futon, I ran my tongue from the small of her back down, past her cute little pucker to her sweet, moist pussy. Letting my tongue linger on her clit brought out a long, slow moan, followed by a sharp "fuck" from her lips. I slipped two fingers in her well-lubed, pussy and sucked her clit while I fingered her. A few loud moans preceded the shaking of her legs and another intense orgasm left her gasping.

I rolled her over and climbed on top of her, guiding my cock inside her juicy pussy. I leaned into her and eyes widened and she let out a long groan. "God," she said. "Either it's been too long or you've gotten much bigger." 

"Now you're just sucking up," I said, as I pushed her legs up into the air and began pounding her as hard as I could. As I thrusted away, her eyes locked with mine as her moans echoed through the living room. 

"Oh God -- fuck me! Fuck my pussy!" she commanded. 

So ... I pulled my cock completely from her. 

And she was pissed ... until I dropped down and went down on her again.

I didn't just eat her pussy. 

It was more like devouring. 

With my face buried inside her pussy, Hannah held my face in place while she began to grind her clit on my mouth. I easily slipped two fingers inside her wet slit and sawed them in and out while continuing to furiously flick my tongue across her clit. Her thighs slapped against my head and damn near deafened me as she came yet again.

"Hooooooly fuck," she squealed, while pushing my face away from her crotch. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck. Holy ... I need a breather," she said through gasps. "Jesus Christ, we fuck so good."

***

Hannah and I met a little more than a year ago. She was 20, a summer intern at my office and I was, well, freshly divorced and a little gun-shy of real relationships. I swear I didn't see anything except for a young, pretty girl who was a whiz at marketing for such a young age. The summer came and went and I didn't think anything more about her, to be honest.

The following fall, I went to her college on a recruiting visit. I met with 14 students in all that day, including an attractive young blonde, whom I later found out was Hannah's roommate, Sami. 

She was the last person I interviewed. Afterward, I was tired, but needed a drink. "Is there a place I can get a drink near here?" I asked Sami. "Something with some light music and good bourbon."

"Yeah," she said, describing an out of the way bar near my hotel. "My roomie is picking me up and we will drive right by there, if you want a ride." I agreed and a few minutes later, a blue Corolla pulled up. "That's her. Hop in the front."

Long story short, it was Hannah in the blue Corolla and, a few hours later, after the two ladies joined me for a few drinks and a shot or two, she confessed that other interns that summer had told her not to get involved with me -- even though she found me attractive -- because I was on the rebound. When I excused myself to take a phone call at one point, Sami was gone when I returned. 

"Where's our ride?" I asked.

"We can always walk to your hotel," she said, with a look that made me feel like an idiot for not noticing that she'd sent Sami on her way to get me alone. As we walked, she told me that she was really happy to see me outside of the office. 

When we got to the room, I opened the door and she pulled me into the room. "I want to take a shower with you," she said, unbuttoning her blouse. A few minutes later, I looked into the mirror as Hannah's red next of curls bobbed at my groin. 

That's how our affair started. 

And that's what it was. Pure lust. Well, not just lust I guess. We went to the theatre or a concert every once in a great while, but we'd always end up fucking afterward. Neither of us was getting hurt because we knew we were just enjoying the orgasms.

"Everyone needs to have one person in their life that just teaches them what's like to be completely, sexually taken by another person," she told me once. "That's you for me. You are in my head. No one has ever eaten my pussy like you ... NO ONE." 

***

After a quick drink in the kitchen, we moved to her room, where we sat on the bed naked, talking about other things for a few minutes before she got that look in her eye again. I kissed across her collarbone and started pawing her 34Bs, gently pulling her button nipples as she squeezed my stiffening dick.

"Lay back," she said, as our lips broke. I didn't need further coaxing. 

She quickly moved into 69 and began sucking my cock, while I buried my face in a well-kept nest of crimson curls between her legs. Swiftly, I found her clit and began circling my tongue around it, as I felt her warm mouth break free of my manhood and let out a nice, slow moan. 

We continuing pleasuring each other until I pulled her off of me, rolled her onto her back and slid my dick into her juicy pussy. I moved forward and our faces were inches apart as I started easing myself in and out of her.

She arched her back as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pounded away, as she moaned loudly. I felt her pussy spasm and tighten around me and after aggressively hammering her for a few more minutes, I slowed down and pulled myself from her hole.

She slid down and turned around, facing me between my legs. 

"I hope you're ready to cum," she said softly and looking right into my eyes. I didn't answer, but I knew what was coming as she spit on my cock. "I'm going to make you cum -- hard."

I looked down to see her hand wrap around my cock and begin stroking it slowly. Her ice blue eyes stared at the head and she kissed my cock softly before wrapping her full, red lips around my thickness. She swirled her tongue around me and I felt her wet mouth take it deeper into her throat. 

She was so fuckin' good at sucking cock. 

Her eyes never left mine as she throated me, then she backed off the cock slowly but didn't take it out of her mouth. I felt her saliva coat my cock and she started sucking me frantically as her tiny, freckled hand stroked me powerfully as well. She pulled her mouth off and stroked my throbbing cock harder. "I want that cum," she said, squeezing my balls with her other hand, sending me closer to the edge.

"Give it to me," she ordered.

She worked the head of my cock with her mouth, then worked her way to my sack. Taking each of my balls in her mouth, she gave them a quick suck while jerking my rod with her left hand.

"C'mon ... you know you wanna cum for me," she coaxed. "Just tell me and I'll give you what you like."

I don't if she got the sign she was looking for, but before I knew it, Hannah slipped her mouth over the head and began furiously milking my cock as I tried to hold back the inevitable.

I couldn't take it anymore. I shot three big streams of jizz into her mouth, which didn't appear to phase her at all. She continued moving her mouth up and down

She gulped and swallowed my load, then licked her lips before cleaning me off with her mouth for a few minutes as I writhed in pleasure on the bed. 

"Next time, I want you to cum inside me," she whispered. "I'm going to the kitchen, you wanna glass of wine?"

"No," I said, still recovering, but starting to climb out of bed.

"Don't get up," she said, smiling. "We're not done here."

She stopped at the door. "You know, I hope we never stop doing this ... "



Long Time No See Ch. 2



Melanie woke up at ten in the morning that Saturday in August and stretched her luscious body happily in her big bed. After a week of hard work she enjoyed sleeping in and especially on a Saturday with no obligations at all. The day was hers to spend any way she liked. Even her groceries for the weekend had been delivered the day before, so freedom was the operative word.

She got up to make coffee, took out a sticky sweet piece of pastry to serve as her breakfast and sat down in her kitchen to enjoy this small meal.

Her mind wandered back to her first encounter with Joss at the beginning of that week. She still thanked Anne for calling her that night and bringing her into contact with that virile man, who was about her own age, but hung like the proverbial horse and horny as hell. Add to that his capacity to use his apparatus and his temperament in a most satisfying way, and Melanie was definitely interested to see more of him. More than that, she was feeling the familiar dampness in her pussy building up as she sat thinking about him.

She had given him her phone number but he had not used it yet. As she was starting to think about calling him herself, her phone rang. She smiled. If this was Joss, she would believe in telepathy.

But it was her nephew George.

'Hi, Aunt Melanie. Betty and I are coming to Rotterdam today to do some shopping and we were wondering if you would care to join us afterwards for drinks and perhaps a meal.'

'George, how nice of you to call. It's ages since I saw the two of you. I have actually the whole weekend to myself, but I would think, that you and your sister have better things to do that tagging your old aunt along.'

'Oh, Aunt Melanie, you are just saying that to hear me answer, that you're not old at all and that we will have fun with you, as we always have.'

Melanie smiled. What fun would he have in mind if he could see her now, naked at breakfast, she wondered.

'Okay, okay, you convinced me.', she replied hastily and with a laugh in her voice. 'Why don't the two of you come up here after your shopping for drinks and food? That will take the load of all your parcels off you and you will probably be tired. If after the meal you still have the energy we can still hit the town.'

'Great idea, Aunt Melanie. Shall we say around six then?' 

And so it was arranged.

'I will be here with a good white wine and hors d'oeuvres.' she added. 'If for some reason I should be out, you can let yourself in with the key of my house that your mother still has. In that case you'll find everything on the kitchen table. But that is just in case.'

Melanie wasted no time and got the ingredients for a full meal out of her fridge.

Her nephew and niece were twenty year olds and could eat quite a bit when invited, so she prepared for soup, lamb chops and a pudding. Then on an impulse, she grabbed the phone and dialled Joss' number in The Hague, that Anne had given her.

'Hi, this is Melanie in Rotterdam. Do you remember me?'

Joss laughed out loud. 'How could I forget you? I woke up this morning after dreaming about you and the effects are still visible. I can hardly get into my pants because of this bulge sticking out.'

Melanie joined in his laughter and suggested that they spend the afternoon together.

'I have two relatives coming over for dinner', she said. 'But I expect them at six at the earliest; we can entertain each other before, work up a healthy appetite. I think you will like my niece and nephew as company. They're good sports.'

Joss answered that he would soon be on his way and would be at her place around one in the afternoon.

Melanie promised him that hot coffee would await him on his arrival.

That allowed the now fairly excited lady the time to make some further preparations for the evening meal. An hour later she put couple of prepared dishes back into the fridge and paused for another cup of coffee. 

When she looked out of the window, a few drops of rain showed on the pane. 'Pity for the kids.', she thought. 'But they came to do some shopping, so they will probably spend more time in shops than outside.'

At one o'clock on the dot the bell rang.

Melanie had dressed in a white silk blouse that just covered the top of her well shaped butt and a pair of black leather high heels. She had knotted the blouse up front, so that her small breasts were nearly completely visible and the narrow stripe of fur pointing to her clitoris was clearly in sight.

She peeked through the little hole in her front door and nearly died with laughter. In the hallway of the apartment building stood Joss, stark naked with a huge erection in front of him. She opened the door as fast as she could, still doubled up from laughing, grabbed his dick and pulled him inside. Joss was holding his clothes in his hand, just outside the reach of the peeping hole.

'You crazy idiot!', she shrieked, tears rolling from her eyes. 'What if….?' She left it at that.

She was still shaking when they entered her tastefully decorated living-room.

Joss grinned. 'You mean, what if I had been the plumber and you just stood there in a blouse and shoes? Well, in that case I would have done what any red-blooded plumber would have done and fixed your leaking pipes.'

Melanie shook her head and sat him on her deep red, very soft velvety couch and cast a glance at the purple head of his penis and at his big balls that were contracted against the root of his organ. It all looked very tense, as if ready to explode.

'You'll get your coffee later.', she said. 'First I want you!'

Melanie straddled him and sat on his upper legs. She took hold of his penis and started to play softly with it, stroking it and moving the foreskin up and down.

Then she looked at Joss and asked him:' And what have you been doing with yourself since we last met? Met any interesting ladies? Fucked any?'

He answered her very seriously: 'Yes, I did indeed meet a number of ladies, none of them as interesting as you. And no, I did not put my costly member into any of their orifices.'

Again Melanie shrieked with laughter. 'Where do you get that type of old-fashioned language, you fool?' To emphasise her words, she squeezed his prick and shook it a little. 'So would you consider the possibility of penetrating my well oiled vaginal opening with your reproductive organ, my dear sir?', she mimicked his speech.

'Absolutely, my dear lady.', came Joss' reply, 'If you would care to lift your gracious body just eight inches and hen move slightly forward, I will be more than happy to guide my manhood between those slippery lips and provide you with a creamy filling.'


Melanie shook her head and simply said:' Come on, let's fuck.'

Which they did; she mounted his dick and felt it fill her up. She enjoyed the feeling tremendously.

Then she leaned over end whispered in his ear: 'Don't hold back so long. Let me feel your semen flow into my belly.' He smiled at her and said: 'Okay, just move slowly, enjoy a lazy fuck and feel me inside you. Contract the muscles in your tight little cunt and milk my cock gently.'

Joss caressed the proudly protruding nipples on her delicious breasts and licked and sucked on them, while Melanie rocked slowly on his erect member.

'You look absolutely lovely.', he murmured. She just smiled and floated in the delightful atmosphere of the sensual afternoon. 'Another twenty minutes of this and I'll fall in love with this guy.', she thought. At that moment she saw him close his eyes and she felt his body tense. Then a soft moan from between his parted lips and the delicious feeling of hot seed spraying her insides. Closing her own eyes as well, she spread her legs a little wider, so that she took his last half inch as well, and ground her clitoris into his pubic hair. By small but powerfully concentrated circular movements with her pelvis she made the most complete contact with his huge member. After five or six of these small circles she felt her orgasm approach and only seconds later it erupted, shaking her ever so slightly, but filling her with a deeply glowing satisfaction at the same time. When she stopped moving she was surprised to feel Joss' penis jerk inside her, shooting a second load of thick come up her cunt. They both opened their eyes and smiled. Melanie bend over and kissed Joss fully on the lips. They sat like that for five more minutes in silence.

'God, that was wonderful.', said Melanie; Joss nodded, still finding it unnecessary to speak.

They separated their bodies reluctantly and stood up to go and take a shower together.

With the luke-warm water pelting down on their hot bodies their speech returned and they told each other how much they had enjoyed their first love-making of this day. They soaped and rinsed and joked and caressed and finally dried each other.

Back in the living-room Joss sat down and Melanie poured them both a glass of white wine. She served it and looked Joss in the eye.

'I hardly dare to say it, lover man, but I am already fantasising of our next fuck. Do you find it very weird if I asked you to stick that monster back into me and fuck me hard, now?'

'Very weird.', was Joss' reply as he stood up, laid her down on the couch and spread her legs just enough to position himself between them and inserting his stiff dick into her still wet cunt.

'Let yourself go!', he commanded her. 'I am going to pound the daylight out of you.' And so he did, penetrating her at full length, retracting completely and then plunging in again. In long, strong strokes he pumped in and out of her, looking at her, smiling lovingly and inviting her to have her orgasm, multiple orgasms even if possible, to enjoy his cock as much s she could. He pistoned away in a frenzy and Melanie felt that her next high was building up. She even tried to control it, but there was no way to fight his vigour and she came and came and came. Her love juices streamed as if she was peeing while he went on and on and on.

He continued for ten minutes, but hen she had to ask for a time-out.

'Oh, my God.', she panted. 'Oh, my God.' as he withdrew from her and gave her the opportunity to sit up. 

Joss stood next to her, towering over her. She took his red hot pole between her lips. She tasted her salty come and licked his penis clean, circling her pointed tongue around the rim of his glans and sucking on it from time to time.

'Give me one more load, Joss.', she begged. 'Spray my face and my tits with your semen.'

She pointed his pole at her face and started to wank him steadily and with force. He gave in and let his control go. His balls contracted towards his body and he called out: 'YESSS!' In the next moment her face was covered in thick globs of come. He could not produce more than three spurts but hey were massive. The sticky fluid dripped down on her tits and belly. Joss looked at Melanie and thought she looked so sexy.

'Jesus, Aunt Melanie, what is going on?', was the next thing they heard. Melanie sprang up and stood face to face with her nephew George and his sister Betty, who had apparently let themselves into the flat and had come into the room. They were both soaked by the rain and stood there, just gaping at he scene before them.

'I…I thought you were coming at six. It is only three o'clock!', stammered Melanie.

'We got caught by this cloudburst.', answered George. 'That is why we decided to come early.' His face was beet-red as he was staring at his naked aunt, covered with semen, and this man with his huge pole standing next to her.

Betty was much less upset about all of this and giggled.

'Although we are early, we seem to be late for the hors d'oeuvres', she stated dryly.

That took the tension away and they all laughed a little.

'Let me go and tidy myself up a bit.', suggested Melanie. 'And you two, get out of those wet clothes. I'll fetch you some robes.'

Joss had used this interval to take a good look at the two young people, whose bodies were clearly outlined by their wet garments. Especially the way the girl's T-shirt clung to her ample bra-less breasts aroused him and if his penis had had any intention to wilt, it returned to full attention, as he looked at her. She glanced at him and smiled.

'Yeah, why don't we get out of these wet things.', she said. 'But I don't think we will need the robes.'

'Betty!', exclaimed her brother. 'What are you suggesting?!' 

Melanie started to walk away to her bathroom and motioned to her nephew and niece to follow her. George nearly tripped over his feet as he went with her, but the girl stayed behind and stroked Joss' pole.

'Don't go anywhere, big feller.', she murmured.

'Don't worry.', said Joss. 'I'll be here when you need me.'

She wandered off in the direction of the bathroom, where she heard her aunt discussing with her brother.

'Listen, George, it's no big deal. I am having some fun with another consenting adult and you happened to come in a little early. Now Betty seems to want to join the party. It's up to you what is going to happen. I am perfectly happy to put my clothes back on and entertain you in the way you are accustomed to, but I think I can see that you might be willing to follow Betty's lead and partake in an afternoon of shall we say 'hanky-panky?'

As she said that she pointed at her nephew's fast growing dick, that was clearly outlined in the wet trousers he was still wearing.

Betty, who had come into the bathroom and had taken off her clothes in a jiffy, interrupted the conversation.

'Come on, big brother. Don't act all shy and prude. We have done this before, haven't we? I'm sure you can still remember our visit to Uncle Jeffry and Aunt Ellen.'

George shrugged and grinned.

'Okay, I don't want to spoil anything. But are you serious, Aunt Melanie? Because that could mean we could end up fucking. Wouldn't that amount to incest?' he asked.

Melanie finished cleaning up her face and breasts and nodded.

'Always better to keep things in the family, don't you think?', she whispered in his ear and started to unbutton his shirt. Betty just used a towel to dry her hair and walked back into the room, where Joss had poured another two glasses of wine and was now sitting waiting for things to happen.

He looked up when this young goddess walked into the room, tits swaying and a broad and happy smile on her face.

'George seems to have made up his mind and is now getting naked also.', she announced and sat next to Joss.

She continued: 'I understand, that you have been lubricating my aunt a couple of times already. I saw your come on her upper body and streaming down her thighs. And still you have this impressive boner. Do you take Viagra?'

Joss shook his head.

'No, all natural, my dear. I think it may be the vision of your gorgeous body that causes this pole to stick out. You have the same beauty as your aunt. Must run in the family.'

'Thank you. A little flattery will get you anywhere. Question is just, where do you want to get to?'

At that moment her brother and her aunt entered the room.

Joss was impressed by the way this young man was endowed. The conversation he had had with his aunt had inspired a very sizeable hard-on for him and the size of it was obviously giving Melanie ideas of putting this tool to good use. At least, that seemed to be a good reason for the intense way she looked at it.

As they all sat down, George looked at his aunt and sighed.

'My God, Aunt Melanie, what a terrific body you have. You must work out quite a lot.'

'Yes, George, I go to the gym two or three times a week and have an occasional massage as well. But to change the subject, what was that about my sister Ellen and her husband Jeffrey? Have you two done this sort of thing before?'

George blushed and cleared his throat.

'Well…', he started to say, when his sister took over.

'You see, Aunt Melanie, our parents are swingers and they used to go to the house of Aunt Ellen and Uncle Jeffrey a lot to do some swapping and have some group sex. Uncle Jeffrey has this pool and outdoor jacuzzi built in his backyard. And then one day, after I had turned eighteen, they all decided that it would be a good idea if George and I were initiated into this fine art of sensual pleasure. So we were invited to their house and we went skinny-dipping in the pool. In the jacuzzi the two men showed their interest by presenting two hard dicks to Aunt Ellen and myself, so I fucked Uncle Jeffrey and George did Aunt Ellen. After we had all come, Uncle Jeffrey became erect again and penetrated Aunt Ellen and that is when George and I had our first real fuck. Until then we had been making out and sucking each other, but that afternoon we did it for real. Just before dinner our parents joined us all and in the evening we had a real swingers' party between the six of us.'

Melanie was spellbound listening to this story. So her brother Jeffrey and his wife were at it with her sister and brother and they had dragged these to into their game as well. She made plans there and then to become a member of that little club herself one of these days.

'Don't think badly about us, Aunt Melanie.', pleaded George. 'We know it forbidden, but we do no harm.'

'No need to worry, big boy.', said Melanie and leaned over to him. She took hold of his stiff dick and squeezed it. 'Your other aunt is also willing and ready to have a little family sex. But how about Joss, he is no member of our family, so will Betty here have him nonetheless?'

'Maybe he IS not a member, but he has one.', laughed her niece, who went over to where Joss was sitting and sat down on her knees before him. Joss opened his legs to give her room and she brought her lovely face at an inch distance from the tip of his penis.

At the same time she opened her mouth to swallow his swollen cock, Melanie also went down on George's prick.

For some minutes the only sounds that were heard were those of slurping lips and moaning men.

George encouraged his aunt by praising her oral technique and rewarded her by not withholding his young sperm too long from her sucking mouth.

'Oh, yes, Aunt Melanie.', he gasped. 'Oh, please, go on. Oh, Jeez, I can't hold back! Here it comes. Oh, Melanie, Melanie, swallow my cum.'

And as his balls produced the first shot of his tremendous load he threw his head back and let out a long, soft cry and deposited jet after jet of foaming seed, which his aunt swallowed entirely. She kept sucking until he begged her to stop. Then Melanie got on her feet and looked at Joss who was enjoying the fine oral ministrations of her niece, but as he had come twice already that afternoon, he was not ready to blow his load yet.

Melanie motioned for Betty to let go of her meaty lollypop and helped her up. She embraced her niece and kissed her deeply, thus giving her a taste of her brother's cum.

'Why don't you sit on George's lap.', she suggested and led Betty to where George as still spread out. The two women looked down on him and smiled contentedly as they saw that his young virile member did not shrink after his first cum. Betty lowered herself on his fat cock, that Melanie held upright to guide it into her eager cunt. When she sat, with her back to her brother, Melanie took the time to caress her niece's furry snatch, before she went over to Joss and took an identical position on his penis. The two couples were now facing each other and the women started their movements at the same pace. They all enjoyed the feeling of a hot coupling combined with the view of a beautiful man and women in the throes of wild passion. All four of them exclaimed their sentiments as they increased the pace of their love-making simultaneously and the two women reached their peaks more or less at the same time. Betty was the first to feel her orgasm mount from the deep of her twat into the rest of her body, setting her belly, her breasts and her mind on fire. She rocked and cried and shook and finally came. It was clear to Melanie and Joss, that George was so overcome by is sister's orgasm, that he too let loose and sprayed her insides with his brotherly semen.




Long Time No See Ch. 2



That sight drove Melanie and Joss over their own threshold and they too came together in one common shaking of body and soul.

Silence descended upon the four of them, while the women leaned back into the chests of the men.

An hour later they had dinner. Together they had taken a quick shower, put on their clothes and finished the cooking of the meal. In a very relaxed and intimate atmosphere they ate the simple, but delicious food and drank some wine.

After a cup of coffee, George and Betty took their leave, but not before Betty had asked Joss for his telephone number. 'You never know when I may happen to be in The Hague.', was her reason for asking it.

Melanie and Joss spent some time drinking more coffee and looking back on the events of the day.

They were quite happy and satisfied, but Melanie reminded him, that at their last meeting he had promised to fuck her in the ass. He assured her there would be a next time.

When Joss also said goodbye, Melanie said maybe he might want to meet her bother and sister one day? Joss replied, that that could possibly be very interesting, so would she set up such a meeting?

She assured him, that she would be in touch soon.



Long Time No See Ch. 3



This time it was the doorbell that woke Melanie up at eleven in the morning on the Sunday morning that followed her adventurous afternoon and evening with Joss, later also including her niece and nephew.

'Who the hell is calling in the middle of the night?', was her first thought, but a glance at her alarm-clock told her that for other people at least the day had already begun. As the bell sounded for a second time she got out of bed and, without bothering to put on clothes, staggered tot the front door of her apartment and peeked through the little hole. It was her neighbour Anne, who had introduced her to Joss a couple of days before.

Melanie hesitated for a moment, but then she unlocked the door and let Anne into her home.

The busty lady smiled in a somewhat nasty way and nodded approvingly at Melanie's naked body.

'Ready to engage in some heavy petting, dear? I see you are appropriately clothed for it.' she almost sneered.

Melanie looked at her.

'Something the matter, Anne?' she inquired. 'You know I'm here for you, but it seems something has upset you?'

In a rude tone of voice Anne reproached Melanie: 'Don't play innocent with me, you tart! You just couldn't wait to get Joss between your slutty legs, could you? And not a single thought of me! Perhaps I might have wanted to join in, did you think of that? I saw him leaving yesterday, with that broad smile on his face, or should I say: on his cock?'

Melanie was completely taken by surprise.

'But, Anne darling!', she exclaimed. 'I had understood, that you were into women now and that you called Liz and me to help you out with him. I am sorry if I was mistaken, but it was never my intention to take him from you. Besides, I am convinced that he is still quite capable of servicing both of us and a couple of others as well at a very satisfactory level.'

Anne produced a wary smile and looked at Melanie with watery eyes.

'Ah, well, I don't know. I enjoyed your company and Liz' as well, but I still can't get his fat rod out of my mind. And the image of you riding him came also back to me in a dream I had last night. I am just a bit confused, I guess.'

'Come on, Anne.', cooed Melanie. 'Don't be sad, come into the kitchen, I'll get us a coffee.'

Anne watched Melanie's cute butt as she followed her into the kitchen and she caressed the two perfect cheeks when Melanie prepared the coffee.

Melanie felt her nipples go stiff, when the fingers of her friend tried to slip into the crack of her ass.

'Tell you what.', Melanie suggested. 'Why don't we get into the car, drive to The Hague and go and see this stud. We will get him to fuck you and I will give you some of my best lesbian action, so that you may decide if you want a man or a woman or both.'


Anne shrugged and remained silent. Melanie wasted no more time, took hold of the phone and dialled Joss number. It took her only a couple of seconds to make the appointment.

Melanie went into her bedroom, freshened herself up and put on a tight cotton dress that showed her nice little tits in detail. She didn’t bother with underwear.

Two minutes later Melanie's car reached the motorway to The Hague.

'So what happened with Joss yesterday?', asked Anne.

Melanie grinned at the recollection of the events.

'I called him over to have an easy and lazy Saturday-afternoon fuck, but we were interrupted by my niece and nephew, who literally barged in on us at the exact moment that he shot a load of cum all over my face and tits.'

Anne was genuinely shocked.

'Oh, my God. And what was their reaction?'

'Well, we ended up as a fairly hot foursome and I learned that some of mys are having an incestuous relationship with one another. At least my brother and sister, their spouses and some of their kids are involved. I am planning tot get into that game as well, if only to make use of my nephew's dick, that is about as impressive as the tool our dear friend Joss waves about. I managed to get a taste of my nephew's semen, but I definitely want him in my snatch as well.'

'Jeez.', replied Anne to this story, that had got her all hot and bothered. 'I can hardly believe it. And Joss, what did he do?'

'He had his cock sucked by my niece and was fucked by me, while we watched my nephew and niece screwing. I reminded him that he still owes me a nice butt-job.'

'That'll be something for this afternoon then.' Anne laughed.

They parked in front of the luxurious apartment building near the seaside, where Joss lived and got out of the car. As they approached they spotted Joss who had taken advantage of the delay granted to him and was just returning from a round of jogging. His athletic body was covered in sweat and his T-shirt clung to his torso. Both girls fixed their eyes on the thin material of his running shorts. When he trotted towards them, the swaying of his heavy member and ball-sack drew their attention.

'Hi, there, that's quick.', Joss panted as he reached the two women. 'I have just made it, I see.'

'I do hope this exercise has not cost you too much energy, because I'm afraid you will need all the stamina you can muster this afternoon.'

'Oh, well, in that case, come in.', was Joss' somewhat enigmatic answer as he led the way and showed them into his home, which was decorated and furnished in a sober style but with the use of first class designs and materials only. The girls admired the surroundings and enjoyed the view from the main window, the magnificent North Sea.

Suddenly they heard the shower running and Anne ran immediately to the bathroom, where Joss was rinsing the sweat from his body.

'Hey, buddy, don't get naked without us!', she cried out and slipped out of her dress and undies. Melanie had even less work to get undressed and soon the three of them were crammed into the shower-stall which was normally spacious enough, but had a problem containing three people.

After a lot of splashing and rubbing together of breasts, pussies, a penis and other body-parts they burst from under the shower and grabbed some towels. Refreshed and dried they went into the living room, where a luscious thick carpet covered the floor. On it were seven fat cushions. There was also a large sofa, but the three of them instinctively let themselves down on the cushions. Anne stretched her voluptuous body on the soft wool of the carpet and lifted her hips to allow Melanie to put one of the cushions under her behind. As she spread her legs a little, the spectacle she offered was downright obscene. Her whole body seemed to say: 'Eat me, lick me, penetrate me, fuck me, fill me.' Melanie went on her knees between Anne's legs and looked longingly at the pink lips of her friend’s delicious cunt. With her fingertips she caressed the soft tissue of Anne's thighs, making small circles on them as her hands gradually approached Anne's crotch. The big-breasted woman took hold of her nipples between the index fingers and thumbs of both hands and pinched them hard. The pain forced a short gasp out of her half-open mouth and a tiny spurt of love juice out of her hot cunt. Melanie had just reached Anne's outer labia and felt the hot liquid stream on her hands. It made her cream as well and two small streams made her thighs glisten as she bent forward and put her tongue between Anne's slippery cunt-lips. She licked up and down along her friend's snatch, each time probing a little deeper inside.

'My clit, Melanie, love, suck my clit!', Anne panted frantically. But Melanie preferred to tease her neighbour and friend for another while and licked and kissed her cunt, but avoided any contact with her clitoris. 'Jesus Christ!', hollered Anne. 'Do my clit, dammit. I'm going crazy here!'

Melanie just smiled and stood up from between Anne's legs. She turned around and faced Joss, who had witnessed the scene with growing interest. And his interest wasn't the only thing that hat had been growing.

'Care to lick her clit?', asked Melanie, slowly rubbing her left nibble with her right hand, whilst fingering her own clit with the right one.

'Sure', was Joss' only contribution to the brief exchange. He took Melanie's place en dove right into Anne's cunt, opening his mouth and closing it again over the protruding throbbing clit of the horny bitch. She lifted her hips even more than the cushion already did and pushed her hungry sex-organ into his sucking mouth. While he was giving her his best sucking efforts, he felt the cool hand of Melanie slip between his legs and reach for his balls. She grabbed his sack and squeezed gently, giving each of his nuts a stimulating massage that would cause a massive stream of semen later. This went on for a couple of minutes, with Joss sucking and Melanie kneading and of course Anne approaching an inescapable orgasm. Then Anne started to moan and bucked her hips even further upwards. At that same moment Melanie pulled Joss by his balls away from Anne's snatch, only to dive in again herself and bring her friend to a storming orgasm. Joss saw Melanie's mouth engulf Anne's labia and clit and he imagined the workings of her lashing tongue over that wet and slippery flesh, that caused Anne to shake and shudder and cry and moan. Joss knelt between Melanie's legs and looked at her upturned behind. Not only could he see her pussy, wet and open, but also the tight hole of her ass. For a brief moment he was tempted to ravage her anally there and then, bit instead he bent over en licked her ass-cheeks, gradually homing in on her little puckered ass. He made a moist trace of saliva on her backside and as his right hand cupped her quivering mons, he felt the juices of her excitement trickle into his palm. That was the moment for Anne to finally come and come and come. Joss hoped that the neighbours were out, or stone deaf, for the sound of Anne's orgasm threatened to bring the walls down. She moaned and yelled and begged for MORE, PLEASE GIVE ME MORE!!!! as Melanie did not miss one beat and continued sucking her into the next of a series of orgasms. But then Melanie's belly sent signs of things to happen inside her as well, because Joss' tongue was now so active on her ass-cheeks, between them and also in the crevice itself, that she began to drift towards her first orgasm of the day. Fortunately Anne started to show some signs of fatigue, which allowed Melanie time to let go of that now satisfied pussy and concentrate for a while on Joss' lips and fingers. When her orgasm came it took her by surprise. One moment she was floating towards it, the next moment it hit her like lightning. She uttered one short cry, shook her body four or five times and went rigid with sheer lust. Then she let herself go and collapsed on the floor next to Anne. 

Anne had regained consciousness and enjoyed the view. As soon as Melanie had collapsed next to her, she gained the full view of Joss' gigantic, completely erect dick and one single thought took hold of her half lesbian brain. She wanted him in her, as deep as he could penetrate her and she hoped he would fill her tight cunt with his seed. His hot sticky sperm should leak out of her and stream along her glowing thighs. She opened her thighs to show him the pink wet insides of her demanding cunt. Joss smiled at her and said: 'Easy, baby, I'll give it to you. Wrap your legs around me and I'll come into you as deeply as possible and I'll give you my thick cream.'

He let his member slide between her eager labia and pumped a few strokes inside her. Anne just resumed her orgasm that had only been interrupted and came immediately and vehemently. Her legs around his hips pulled him into her cunt as she spasmed and came. It was short and intense for Anne, but Joss came out of her as stiff as he had gone in.

He stood up and stood over Anne, who was still lying on the floor, her butt on the cushion. Melanie crouched beside him and he put one foot on either side of Anne's body, towering over her and looking down on her magnificent breasts with the amazing protruding nipples. Melanie took hold of his throbbing penis and moved the skin up en down in a wanking motion. She whispered to him: 'Come on, you stud, let your seed splash on this lily white body. Give this slut a bath of your sperm. Spray her with those tick ropes of cum.'

Joss gritted his teeth in a last effort to prolong this lustful moment, but he had to give in and as he just yelled out 'YESS!', Melanie pointed his now spouting prick towards Anne's belly and tits, which he covered in his delightfully warm and creamy sperm. He produced five blasts of it; the quantity of it on her body was awesome. While Joss stepped aside to take a moment of rest Melanie laid her body down on Anne's, thus spreading the sensual syrup over Anne's body and hers, making soppy sounds as her perky little breasts slid over Anne's huge boobs, rubbing the sperm into the skin of both women.

Joss found that so exciting, that he took up his position between the legs of the women again and pushed his hard dick, slick with the rest of his come oozing out of that meaty hose, against the hot hole of Melanie's ass.

'Oh God, yes, you promised, you promised.', she called out. The sound was smothered as Anne, who was lying under her, opened her mouth and started to French-kiss the woman on her belly. She felt how Melanie's weight seemed to increase as Joss gently increased the pressure of the head of his penis on her sphincter.

'Give in. Let him enter that tight ass of you!', Anne whispered into Melanie's ear.

Melanie made a conscious effort to relax and indeed the massive pole slipped between her ass cheeks into her waiting behind.

Joss enjoyed the vice-like grip on his penis and pumped ever so slowly in and out, reaching around Melanie's body and tweaking both her nipples and Anne's as well. Anne's left hand had reached Melanie's twat and while Joss bunged her hole, Anne fingered Melanie's hot clit. It took a full five minutes before Melanie cried out, once again smothered by Anne's mouth that engaged her in a deep kiss at the very moment that both her ass and her clit gave her a shattering orgasm. She shook for more than a minute and then collapsed. As Joss withdrew his pole from her ass, she rolled off Anne's body. The two women stayed like that next to each other, spread out on the carpeted floor, holding hands.

Joss withdrew to his bathroom for a moment and washed his penis thoroughly with some cold water and soap, but although his penis got clean, even the cold water would not reduce its stiffness.

When he returned to the room, he heard Anne declare to Melanie: ‘I have had pricks in my ass before, but it always hurt. For some reason I expected Joss to be gentle and indeed he was. I loved the way that bulbous head on his dong did not rip me apart, but eased its way in. It is also the first time that I actually came with a dick in my ass, but then I have to admit that you helped a lot.’

Both women were smiling at Joss as he entered the room; they also both ogled his erect dick.

‘Come on, you fucking stud,’ said Anne, ‘stick it in my cunt and give me your load. You have controlled yourself long enough now.’ She spread her legs and Melanie sat up next to her. And while Melanie played with Anne’s nipples, sucking and tweaking them, Joss entered here hot, wet love-hole and fucked her, hard and fast, with the intention to pour his built-up load deep in her shaking body.

But once again she beat him to it. Before he could even start to spout his sperm into her snatch, she clamped her throbbing cunt around his pumping cock, immobilising him and coming herself in a shaking frenzy.

Joss, who had been on the brink of shooting, withdrew his penis from her vagina, quickly straddled her body so that he could place his pulsating cock between her massive tits and started to fuck those. Melanie assisted him by squeezing Anne’s boobs together. Now he only needed five strokes to unload his hot, sticky shots between those magnificent hooters, spraying her upper body all the way up to her chin.

Gleaming with love juices of all available sources they rested a while together. Then Joss invited them for a shower, separately this time.

After the shower, he offered them some snacks, which they ate naked, sitting at the kitchen-table.

When Joss went about his business serving them, the ladies saw to their satisfaction, that his penis was now hanging down between his legs, still an impressive length of sexual meat, but happy to rest for a while. But for how long that would be, the two sex-crazed dolls could only guess.

At about four in the afternoon Anne and Melanie dressed and prepared for their return home.

They laughed as they saw that Joss remained nude.

‘You never know who may be the next caller.’ ,he teased them.

In the car on the motorway Melanie asked Liz if she had now found out, what her preference was: man or woman or a bit of both.

‘With the two of you around, it is definitely not a bit, but a lot of both.’, was Anne’s verdict.



Long Time No See Ch. 4



George had been quite overcome by the adventure he and his sister had had with their Aunt Melanie, when they were visiting Rotterdam to do some shopping. He had fucked his sister and other relatives before, but that particular occasion, also with the other man, Joss, present, had been very special for him.

He had discussed it afterwards with his sister and the whole memory of the event had aroused them both so much, that they had ended up sixty-nineing each other until they had both been calmed down by their orgasms. Betty had compared his penis with that of Joss and found, that she had enjoyed giving head to the older man, but also, that nothing felt as good as her brother's dick in her snatch.

At dinner they had told their parents about Aunt Melanie.

'Did you fuck her?,' asked his father, when George had told how much he admired his aunt's muscular body and her pert tits.

'No, she sucked me off and then proceeded to have sex with her boyfriend,' answered his son.

'Same for me,' said Betty. 'The guy did me orally, then I fucked George, who was great, as usual.'

Their mother Meryl nodded her head and thought out loud: 'Saturday we have a get-together at Uncle Jeffrey's and I know everybody will be horny as hell, since the last time was more than a month ago. Perhaps it would be a good idea, if I asked Jeffrey to invite Melanie as well.'

'Let's invite Joss also then,' suggested Betty.

'No!,' snapped her mother. 'No strangers. I wouldn't feel comfortable. And I must say I am happy that you did not let this Joss character penetrate you. It is bad enough already that he satisfied you orally. Stick to the family, is my motto.'

Betty looked at her father who nodded his approval with what his wife had just stated.

'I think you're absolutely right there, Meryl,' he said. 'And besides, what do we need an extra man for? In our family there is already a shortage of good pussy and I have never heard any of the ladies complain of a lack of satisfaction at our family parties. But the idea of inviting Melanie appeals to me, too. I can't understand why we never thought of that before. I mean she has a firm body and a tight ass and her tits seem to bounce nicely.' 'Gary, why don't you call my brother Jeffrey and tell him to include our sister in the invitation for Saturday,' asked his wife, now with a discernible lilt of excitement in her voice.

'Great!,' was Gary's reply and he did as he was told.

Betty went up to her room to do some homework and George joined his mother in the washing-up after dinner. While he was drying one of the dishes, his mother looked at him from aside and observed: 'It is some time since the two of us had a good fuck, isn't it? If I remember correctly, since you have shot your load in my sister Melanie's mouth, I haven't felt your young cock in my twat any more. Do I see a relation there?'

George looked at her in astonishment and hastened to reassure her.

'No, Mom, that has nothing to do with it. It's just that I have been banging Betty quite a lot lately and Dad and you are at it every night, so I figured that you could do without me for a while.'

'Okay, son,' said his mother. 'Then it's fine. But perhaps it would still be a good idea if I slept in your bed tonight and let Dad and Betty make up their own minds. They too haven't had a decent fuck together since weeks. Perhaps you're right and I have been a little over-possessive towards your father lately. You know, he has the gift to fuck me in such a heavenly way. Well, I'm sure you know, because you have witnessed it often enough. And I must admit you are nearly as good in the sack as my old man, but I feel helpless every time he so much as looks at me with those hungry eyes of him and that tremendous bulge in his pants. That is another thing you inherited from him and I am glad that you did. I don't know if I could fuck you if you had just a tiny willy.'

George was proud when his mother complimented him on the size of his penis. She had said more than once, that his member was already impressive in a flaccid state, dangling between his legs and that his erection only made it downright awesome. But she had also emphasised, that she found his cock at its best when it was invisible, which meant deeply hidden in the folds of her maternal cunt or in the young and muscular snatch of his sister. His mother had been watching her two children at many occasions, when they made love. Sometimes she would just sit and watch, but she was also known to guide and advise them on techniques and positions. And very seldom she had actually joined them in their love-making, usually by straddling her daughters lovely face and asking her to orally satisfy her while her brother was pounding away in her. Her motherly feelings often drove her over the threshold of orgasm when she saw her son dropping his semen in her daughter's hot body and at the same time saw Betty's spasms as she also reached the peaks of sexual pleasure.

After the washing-up was finished, Betty returned from her study and they all had a quiet cup of coffee.

'George and I are going to hit the sack,' Meryl declared and she stood up. George followed her. 

Betty smiled at her brother and joked: 'Watch out, she is after your sack.'

'Only after the contents,' was her mother's quick reply. They all laughed. 

After they left Gary said to his daughter: 'I don't feel like going to bed. Shall we disrobe and view a video? I have a recent movie with a mother-and-son theme in it, that will give us an idea of what is going on upstairs, while we amuse ourselves with each other.'

They shed their clothes, all the while looking intently at each other. Every time she watched her father get naked, Betty was impressed by the shape of his taut body and aroused by the sight of his dangling penis, that usually rose to half-mast as she showed her perfect curves to him. Gary could not cease to admire hi daughter's lithe body with the perfect breasts and her neatly trimmed bush.

They sat naked on the couch and watched the movie together. After viewing it for some ten minutes, Betty got bored and a little restless. As she looked around she realised that her father was far from uninterested by the story and the images on the screen. His pole was extremely swollen and lay on his belly, the tip easily reaching his belly button.

Betty let herself glide from the couch and nestled between her father's legs. She took his member in her hand and brought the tip to her lips. She brushed the foreskin lightly with pouted lips and then proceeded to lick it very carefully with her pointed little tongue. Gary continued to watch the movie, that really turned him on, but the feelings in his groin distracted him more than a bit, especially when his daughter cupped his ball-sack in her soft hands and took the entire head of his cock in her hot mouth. He alternated the images on the screen with tender looks upon Betty's now bobbing head and considered himself extremely lucky to have in the house two horny women that he could enjoy without the risk of them getting jealous. Betty was an excellent cocksucker, even a little better than her mother, he had to admit, and she always brought him to a quick first ejaculation. Tonight was no exception to the rule and after about a quarter of an hour Betty's expert fellatio paid off: at the same moment that the son in the movie filled his mother's cunt with his potent sperm, Gary groaned and gave Betty three bursts of his own semen, filling her mouth completely. Betty swallowed her father's cum and held his penis in her mouth as it got back to its normal size.

'Hey!,' she thought. 'The guy is fifty years old. He cannot stay hard after coming, like my little brother can.' But she knew that it would take no longer than ten minutes for him to rise again, this time to the task of fucking her dripping twat, that started to demand satisfaction.

As if controlled by a magic hand, the unloading of the father in his daughter was copied in George's bed, where the young man lay on his back and his mother Meryl had brought him to a full erection using her tongue and mouth, but instead of letting him come in her mouth, had mounted him and was riding him at a dazzling pace. She was content to see the expression of lust he always had on his face, when she fucked him, her tits swaying before his eyes and his young throbbing cock enveloped by her motherly love-hole. And now she was anticipating his total release as he would come in her and spray her insides. From downstairs she heard the faint sound of her husband coming for the first time that evening and at the same moment saw George open his mouth and have his first deep and vehement orgasm. Meryl knew, as well as her daughter did, that George's dick would not go soft on her now, so she continued her rocking up and down on his pole in order to reach her own satisfaction. Her son helped her there by reaching out and taking hold of her boobs and as he squeezed and caressed those perfect globes she also came in a torrent of love juices that mingled with the load that her son had just deposited inside her.

She rolled off him and whispered in his ear: 'That was great, honey.'

Without going into too much more detail, the four members of this family were more than just satisfied when they rose the next morning, after a night of sexual pleasure between the parents and their grown-up children.

Melanie was more than pleasantly surprised when her brother Jeffrey called her and invited her to the family tryst on Saturday.

'Feel free to come any time you like. The first guests arrive around three in the afternoon and we have some dinner around seven,' he remarked casually.

'Can I stay the night?,' Melanie wanted to know, as the distance from Rotterdam to her sister's converted farmhouse was a drive of nearly two hours.

'Sure, bring your toothbrush. There will always be a bed for you.' Jeffrey grinned. 'Perhaps it will even be empty, so that you may get some sleep.'

On Saturday morning Melanie set her alarm at eleven. She had decided to have al long night's sleep as she expected not to sleep too much after the family reunion.

At two o'clock she packed a small bag with some cosmetics and left her home.

Traffic on the motorway to the east of the country was not too heavy and she made good progress, thus arriving just before four o'clock in the small village of Reeden. She crossed the village, enjoying the view of the old church and the village green. At the other side of the village she turned left, onto a narrow road that led her tot a wrought-iron gate, that was closed. She pressed a bell-button and yelled her name at the intercom.

The gate opened very slowly, solemnly even and let her through.

She drove up to the house and parked her car next to four other cars that had arrived earlier.

'Gosh, I seem to be late,' she reproached herself.

Melanie got out of her car, stretched herself to get rid of the stiffness of the long drive and picked up her small bag. As she turned around, she spotted her nephew George, standing buck-naked in the yard and sporting a terrific hard-on, waiting for her to come into the house.

Melanie smiled and walked towards him.

'Is this the result of what is going on inside, or is it your anticipation of my arrival?,' she asked as she grabbed her nephew's hot dick in her cool hand.

'A bit of both,' he laughed and took her bag from her. 'Come in, Aunt Melanie, I'll show you the proceedings.'

He led the way into the house. His swollen dick swayed from left to right and back as he walked, which amused Melanie greatly. 

She heard the sound of voices and laughter coming from behind one of the doors. But George showed her into a room at the end of the corridor, which was apparently assigned to her. It contained a large bed with a duvet in tasteful pink, a table with a big mirror and through a glass partition a spacious shower-stall was visible.

'I am impressed,' was all Melanie could say.

'Please undress, Aunt Melanie,' said George, who managed to blush a bit at his own words. 'If you want to freshen up after your journey, you may of course use the shower. As soon as you are ready, I will bring you to the party, which has started about an hour ago, so they will all be ready for you.'

He sat down on the bed and watched his aunt, who unpacked her bag, stashed the contents in a closet and on the little table and took off her clothes without a trace of shame before her nephew.

'You've seen it all before,' she commented, but glimpsed out of the corner of her eye a twitching of George's boner. She stepped under the shower for a brief moment and dried herself.

George got up from the bad, took hold of a towel and offered to dry her back.

'Oh, thank you,' Melanie cooed and enjoyed the sensuous caress of his hands and of the soft tissue. Suddenly she felt the tip of his steel rod touching her behind and nearly creeping in between her buttocks, as she pushed back a little.

'Hey, naughty man!,' she exclaimed. 'I'm here to be fucked by my brother and sisters! Have they given you the assignment to warm me up?'

'No, Aunt Melanie, they haven't. But I am afraid that if I don't get you now, it may be too late for me, because, as you say, the rest is out there, waiting for you with hard cocks and dripping pussies.'

Melanie smiled and whispered: "Okay, a quicky then, but don't come inside me. I don't want to go in there leaking your juices between my legs.'

Then she bent over the bed, offering him her behind. George didn't hesitate for a moment and entered her pussy from behind. His long and firm strokes did her a lot of good and actually warmed her up pretty much. While her nephew pounded on and Melanie felt a light orgasm approaching, they heard the door of the room open.

Meryl's voice sounded amused: 'Now look at that! George, you are just too much! We told you to make Melanie feel at home. Well, this must be what she is used to at home.'

George didn't want to interrupt his delicious fuck and continued his movements in and out of his aunt's tight love-hole. Meryl moved her nude body onto the bed and brought her face close to Melanies's.

'Welcome, sis,' she murmured and kissed her deeply. Melanie responded and after a long and deep kiss, Melanie said: 'I'm coming! Hold me!'

Meryl put her arms around the quivering body of her sister who had a very light and comforting orgasm.

George withdrew reluctantly his hot penis from her sopping wet cunt and looked at his mother.

'Go back to the part,' she said. 'You have had your share of Melanie for the moment and I think I heard ellen say, that she might enjoy a good and deep penetration by your penis. So go for it!'

George planted an affectionate kiss on Melanie's butt and left the room.

'I wouldn't be surprised if that boy has a crush on you, dear sister,' said Meryl. 'Ever since he visited you, he has been talking about you, asking questions about our childhood and so on. I wouldn't mind if he saw you more often. He needs someone to love and to have good sex with. Besides me, of course.'

Melanie put a little perfume on her body and together the two sisters left the guestroom and entered the main living room. There the party was really getting going.

Melanie saw her brother and sisters and their spouses and some of their children scattered around the room. None of them wore a stitch of clothing and all of them were engaged in some form of sex.

She saw Ellen, her sister lying on a big couch and being fucked by George, whose dick she had had in her cunt only five minutes ago. Ellen's mouth was kept busy by her own younger son Todd, who enjoyed fellatio by his mother. 

Meryl's husband Gary and Todd's brother Robert, Jeffrey and Ellen's second son, had got hold of Betty. Gary was kissing his daughter's luscious tits and sucking her nipples, while her cousin Robert, had inserted his hard dick in her tight ass and was fucking her that way in a steady pace.

Betty seemed to enjoy this enormously and soon cried out from lust and joy as an orgasm, the first of a series, rocked her body. Meryl left Melanie's side and joined the three lovers, so that finally Melanie's brother, who had been masturbating watching the scene before him, came over to her, kissed her full on the mouth and let his hands wander over her body.

'I understand George gave you your appetizer,' he grinned and helped her on a stool by the well-stocked bar.

'He is indeed a perfect gentleman and really made me feel welcome,' answered Melanie in a diplomatic way.

Jeffrey got behind the bar and poured his sister a large whiskey. He took a glass himself and walked around the bar to where she was perched on her stool. Melanie had turned her stool around to watch hers fornicating. Jeffry positioned himself between her legs. She looked at him, gave him a broad smile and pointed at his rigid dick, that was directed at her snatch.

'Do I understand correctly, that you want in?,' she teased him. He just grinned an pushed a little forward. Holding her brother's shoulders for balance Melanie opened her legs, then wrapped them around his waist and pulled him inside her. Jeffrey groaned: 'My God, I have been dreaming of this moment for years.'

'Well, enjoy it to the fullest then,' answered his sister and emphasised her brother's fucking by applying pressure using her long tanned legs.

Jeffrey was apparently so moved by the fact that his wish to penetrate his sister was finally coming true, that he did not last very long. While Melanie was only getting a bit aroused by the pounding of his brotherly dick, he rapidly increased his pace and shot a load into her cunt. Soon after that he let his penis slip out of her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

'Thanks,' he mumbled and took up his position behind the bar. Melanie sat on her stool, legs spread wide, semen leaking from between her labia.

Her niece Betty and her sister Meryl spotted her and disentangled themselves from their occupations with their siblings in order to attack Melanie's dripping snatch. The rest of the people in the room gathered around Melanie's stool and watched in silence, as the two women lapped up what streamed out of Melanie. To finish it off, Betty attacked her aunt's clit and drove her over the threshold into the turbulence of a mighty orgasm.

Melanie shrieked and her arms went flailing as she looked into the lustful eyes of those around her and as the whirling tongue of her niece worked miracles on that very sensitive little organ at the top of her cunt.

Ellen was standing amongst the men and felt many hands stretching out towards her as Melanie came and came again. Her brother and her two sons pawed at her breasts, her nipples and her ass and someone's adventurous hand slid between her legs and started to caress her cunt lips with the obvious intention of penetrating with at least one or two fingers. She saw her husband Jeffrey sinking on his knees behind Betty who was still bent over to suck on Melanie's clit. He placed his hands on Betty's buttocks and licked her ass deeply, trying to let the tip of his tongue penetrate her. Ellen remarked that Betty wiggled her cute behind in reply to this and shortly after that Jeffrey stood up and let his dick glide over the now well lubricated crack of Betty's ass. Betty spread her legs further to bring her behind down a little, just enough to allow her uncle to point the head of his cock at the tight opening of her bunghole and slowly but surely penetrate her.

Ellen's son Todd let go his mom's left tit and found a place between Betty's wide spread legs. And while his father butt-fucked Betty, Todd licked his cousin's clit. Betty could stand this for full five minutes, but then she let out a yell, that was muffled by Melanie's cunt she was still eating. Betty had to let go of her aunt's clit and collapsed on the floor. Her uncle's cock slipped out of her ass.




Long Time No See Ch. 4



Melanie took hold of a cloth lying around on the bar and beckoned Jeffrey.

'Come here and give me that rod that has just reamed my niece's ass.'

He went to her and she wiped his penis clean with the cloth. Then she did what she had done before and drew him inside her by winding her long slender legs around him.

'Now fuck your sister and do it good and hard!,' she commanded.

Jeffrey did just that and without caring for any of the people around him pistoned in and out of her sex-craving love-tunnel for the whole of fifteen minutes. After the first six of these fifteen minutes Melanie reached her first orgasm of what was to become a huge series, all caused by her brothers incessant pounding. Her twat closed around his pole like a latex glove and finally she clasped him tightly and her cunt-muscles literally milked him and extracted from him seven large portions of hot brotherly semen.

When he was spent brother and sister stayed united for a long while in a close embrace, his slowly wilting cock buried deeply in her still clasping cunt.

In other parts of the room the sexual activity was also slowing down and everybody went for a shower or a wash-up. The women saw that the penises of the elder man were lazily hanging down between their legs, but the younger guys were half-mast or, as in George's case, in full erection.

At six o'clock they had a meal together; just burgers, chips and lots of salads of various kinds.

Betty teased her brother by putting a spoonful of shrimp-salad on his rigid cock and inviting her aunts to lick it off. Melanie and Meryl complied graciously, causing heavy suffering for George who wanted to come more than anything in the world, but the bitches just licked the salad from his shaft, even brushed the tip of his cock with their lips and tongues but did not actually suck him off.

After coffee they split up in little groups, all of them still naked, and did some silly games with cards or dices. There was quite a bit of heavy petting going on, but the sexual edge seemed to be gone.

Ellen felt sorry for George who was the only male left with a raging erection.

She took her son by the hand and sat down on the big couch.

'Come on, darling. Put your hard tool inside your mother and give her your seed. Concentrate on coming and not on my pleasure. I will be happy when you shoot your load inside of me.'

George did as she told him, entered her and said: 'Thanks, mom, here I go.'

His aunt Meryl encouraged him from a distance: 'Give it to her, George. Fill your mother with your seed!'

Under these circumstances it only took five strokes to bring George's ejaculate to the tip of his stretched penis, from where it invaded the hot and moist insides of his horny mother. Ellen did not actually come, but shared her son's enjoyment by just looking at his face as he gave her his best.

The party slowed from then on and an hour later everyone was saying goodbye. Melanie retired to her quarters and undressed to take a shower.

When she stepped out of the stall, she saw George sitting on her bed.

‘Can I come sleep with you?,' he asked with a crooked smile on his face.

And that is what they did...sleep.