3 comments/ 294439 views/ 19 favorites Cumming in the Family By: fluidmingle A free man after the end of an intense and restrictive two year relationship with a psychopath he'd met through a dating agency, Scott was now pursuing meaningless sexual encounters -- because now he could. He still hadn't learnt. His main hunting grounds were the dating websites. Scott had met Bridgett online. His profile on the site stated in no uncertain terms his intentions and although Bridgett had insisted on a lengthy preamble to their 'real-life' meeting and issued warnings to the effect that there were no guarantees in life and that she reserved the right to change her mind at any time, she had nonetheless assured him that she only wanted of him what he was prepared to give. During their long phone conversations in the first few weeks of their meeting online, Scott had more than once brought himself off to the sound of her sweet young voice, hinting at but never actually saying what she was looking forward to doing to him. Bridgett's directions had brought Scott to the secluded village of Saraton without a hitch and the flawlessness of the journey gave him a confident feeling about the evening to come. He checked into his bed and breakfast and decided he would rest for a while in his room. He found the imaginatively named Sarah's, as Bridgett had told him he would, next to the gas station at the crossroads in the village centre opposite the Maria and Mary pub (apparently not to be confused with Mary and Maria's Bar & Grill at the other end of the street). This place had a distinctly female feel and it kind of turned him on. Despite his fears, Sarah's was an unexpectedly modern and luxurious establishment which had been extensively and tastefully refurbished. A pretty red-haired, green eyed local girl 'manned' the reception desk. Her name-badge introduced her as 'Michelle' and she asked for Scott's name and looked for his reservation in a large book that lay open on the desk -- nothing like technology, thought Scott. As Michelle looked at the book, Scott looked over Michelle (he hoped discretely). He guessed she was about eighteen -- but he could never really tell. Her face was pale and exquisitely delicately freckled. She wore a dark blue denim skirt and a light pink midriff top that opened wide at the front to reveal her black bra and creamy cleavage. Scott's eyes strained to see down her top as she leaned over the book, her red hair cascading over her shoulder and spilling on to the desk around her. He could see that her bra was lacy and sparse, barely covering her milk-white breasts. He felt a familiar stirring below his belt as his eyes lingered the tops of Michelle's firm young tits and when she turned from the desk to get his room key off the wrack where it hung along with a number of others, his eyes went to where her top ended, and lingered on her shapely midsection and the red G-string that peeped over the top of her skirt. Scott couldn't see an ounce of fat on her curvaceous hips and he delightedly pictured the contents of skirt and G-string as he saw the arousing curves of her buttocks briefly outlined in the denim. Her legs were bare and flawlessly smooth. She wore a pair of nondescript sandals and their simplicity complimented the gorgeous silky white exposed flesh that disappeared up into her skirt a tantalisingly short distance before the nubile pubic mound and its alluring covering of soft red curls that no man who set eyes on this teenage delight could fail to picture. Michelle evidently missed the more intense of Scott's lingering visual appraisal and flirted gratuitously with him as she handed him his keys and gave him instructions on arriving 'home' after the front door was closed and when breakfast was served. He wondered what time she knocked off work on the bed and breakfast reception and whether she had anything to do at that point - you should always have a backup plan. He also wondered if she was a virgin. With tension in his trousers and lurid fantasies in his head, Scott headed to his room and after the most cursory of inspections fell on to the bed and sent a text message to Bridgett. Arrived safe and sound, See you at the M&M (I know...not 2 b confused with M&M's! J) at 8. x. A short while later, the reply came, Cool, glad u made it safe and sound, see you tonight! Cunt wait. X x. Cunt wait? He thought, his cock hardening as he lay on the bed. Cunt wait? What kind of a typo was that? What kind of a girl was this?! He had a feeling it would be a good night. He dozed for an hour or two and left for the pub just before eight. He was first to the bar that evening and he was cheerfully served a pint by another pretty red-headed barmaid who could have easily been Michelle's elder sister. Dressed in a similar short denim skirt and sandals to Michelle, the barmaid displayed her gorgeous midriff and ample cleavage in a low-cut black top, similar in design to the pink one Michelle had been wearing though it was skimpier and exposed more of her midsection. Attracted by the girl's revealing clothing and accommodating smile -- you could never have enough contingency plans - Scott considered keeping her company while he waited for Bridgett to appear. At the last minute he decided against it, worried it might affect his chances with Bridgett herself. He retreated with his pint to a table in a corner next to the window -- rejecting a table in the corner near the back of the bar as it appeared too dark to him and he felt it might give the impression he was some kind of creepy pervert. He didn't have long to wait before Bridgett showed up -- a few minutes earlier than their agreed meeting time -- and when he set eyes on her, he was glad he'd not taken the risk with the bar girl. He saw her before she saw him and watched her as she walked to the bar, bought a glass of red wine then looked around. She spotted him observing her and smiled shyly in greeting. She wore an elegant pair of black shoes only slightly raised at the heels -- Scott was glad, he didn't fancy heels the way other men seemed to -- and her legs were bare, pale and as flawlessly smooth as Michelle's and the bar girl's. About her waist was a tiny black skirt around the top of which she war a thin black belt decorated with small silver studs. Her breasts were barely concealed by minute highly-revealing black midriff top-come-bra that narrowed in the small of her back and was held together there by a short zipper. The front of the top narrowed slightly in the middle to expose some of her cleavage and no bra straps were visible over her bare shoulders. Bridgett's skin was silky white and unblemished, in keeping with the village theme, thought Scott. Her hair was jet black and cut simply but stylishly shoulder-length. She looked younger and in all ways better than the photographs she'd sent him. She appeared not to be wearing any lipstick yet her lips were an alluring youthful pink and her cheeks pale with the faintest tinge of rosy red. Her body was perfectly proportioned, her hips widening beautifully and her bottom clearly outlined under the tightly stretched fabric of her skirt. It made Scott hard just watching her move as she approached him across the floor. Here was a true sex goddess. Everything about her suggested sexual allure and erotic lust. Finally laying eyes on her after weeks of phone-calls and emails, he guessed she must be about eighteen -- but he could never really tell. As she neared his table, he rose to greet her. She put a hand on his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek -- sensuously. The evening was off to a good start. After the moderate pain of greetings, they sat at the table with their drinks and Scott began, "Good day?". "OK," she replied. "I was almost late, we had a crowd of customers turn up in the shop, just when I was about to close up for the day." Then she added blushing a little, "Oh, I'm sorry, you found the place alright and everything? So rude of me not to ask!" "It's fine," said Scott reassuringly. "It was all down to the good directions," he added with a smile. Bridgett rewarded him with a shy smile and another faint modest blush. The two made idle conversation as time passed and drinks emptied and refilled. They picked up more or less where they had left off in their phone conversations. As the pub filled up and the light left the sky outside, Bridgett briefly went quiet and seemed to be miles away. Scott didn't mind, he just sat and sipped his drink and looked into her face which over the course of the evening had drawn closer and closer to his. Finally Bridgett seemed to return to the present and she said, "I have to tell you something." He shrugged, inviting her to continue. "I'm a virgin," she said simply. He couldn't believe it, she seemed so mature and worldly. Scott said as much then he added playfully, "I know how we could prove it." Bridgett smiled wickedly, flashing perfect white teeth and a saucy lashing pink tongue. She asked, "Really? And how's that then?" He was almost stuck for words but managed delicately, "Well, when a woman loses her virginity, isn't something er damaged?" "You mean is my hymen broken?" she asked smiling gently as his embarrassment. "Well, yeah," he said nodding. "All boys think that," she said. "But it isn't necessarily true, I mean it often is but not always. As a matter of fact, my hymen was broken when I was eighteen and one of my girlfriends and I were messing about one night when we were drunk in her father's barn." It was Scott's turn to drift off as he contemplated the image of two teenaged girls exploring each others newly-matured womanhood. He imagined the newly grown soft pubic hair over the pink pubic mounds. He imagined the giggle of the two drunken girls as they touched each others' recently grown pussy-hair, exploring it and what lay beneath it. Pictures came to his mind of their breasts, just swollen into gorgeous new maturity and the pink nipples like ripe cherries ready to be sucked for the first time. He snapped back to reality at the sound of Bridgett's voice, her face now even closer to his, her eyes wide and mischievous, peering into his. "Does what I just said make you horny Scott?" she was speaking in a low voice. He could see she knew damn well what was going on in his trousers without having to check. "Does the thought of my friend and I turn you on?" Honesty was the best policy. He nodded eagerly, "Yes." She asked him, "Do you want to hear more?" Again, he nodded eagerly. "You see, there's a shortage of boys here," she said, "if you want anything other than a meat-head with ambitions of owning his fathers farm someday anyway. "Puberty started for Laura and I about the time it does for everyone I guess. People are conservative around here so we only had each other to help come to terms with it. "Anyhow, it wasn't that many years after puberty that we discovered masturbation -- as one does -- and it wasn't long before we were doing it together. On the night it happened, we'd sneaked cider from her father's cellar and we sat in the barn drinking it and talking about sex, celebrities and boys as one does at that age. After a bit, like we always did, we started getting horny and Laura moistened her fingers with spit, pulled up her dress, pulled her panties aside and went to work with her hand between her legs. "As I watched her eyes glaze over when she was getting close, I suddenly wanted to touch her -- I guess I was kind of curious -- We'd wanked with each other like this loads of times before but I s'pose the cider sort of let us go that one step further. I just remember the sight of her pink wet cunt being so...well, so, you know, inviting. Before I even thought about what I was doing, my hand was exploring her pussy, touching her labia and stroking her inner thighs. "She jumped when I first touched her but she was so drunk and so turned on, she didn't stop. She reached out her own hand and began pulling at my dress. I pulled my dress up took off my pants and suddenly, there we were, fingering each other and making each other wetter and wetter. We said nothing but just kept touching ourselves and each other and getting more and more turned on. "Laura had started before me and even though I was getting close, I hadn't been going for long before she came. She moaned like neither of us had ever moaned before. Her eyes closed and her head turned from one side to the other. As she was cumming, her hand jerked on my pussy and suddenly, I felt a sharp pain and warm drips between my legs. Laura lay there panting from her orgasm as I looked down at my crotch and watched the blood run. I started crying and when Laura heard me she looked up. She followed my eyes down and gasped when she saw me bleeding. "She said, 'Oh my god! Your hymen's broken!' "After the initial shock, it was kind of a turn-on to have had my cunt sort of exposed that little bit more. We wanked together a few more times and sometimes, we would masturbate each other. Laura liked feeling my cunt with a broken hymen and it kind of turned me on to feel hers, still intact under my fingers. After that night though, it just never seemed as well..." She paused thoughtfully before continuing, "It just never seemed as horny. I think after Laura touched me for the first time, as horny a feeling as it was, I just knew that only a man could give me real fulfilment." He had no idea what she meant but nodded his head understandingly anyway. He was hard as hell by now, his erection straining at the front of his trousers, a substantial pool of pre-ejaculatory fluid soaking into his underwear. The blood having rushed to his groin during her tale of virginal girls' misadventure, he was at a loss for words so he asked, "Are you still friends?" "Oh yes," she said happily. "We see each other all the time. Laura's the bar girl over there". The images came thick and fast to Scott's mind and so almost did Scott into his underwear! Two beautiful girls, semi-naked, virginal and all but fucking each other. She leaned even closer to him and said, "I want you to be my first fuck Scott." And with that, she touched her lips to his and he returned the kiss. "Let's go," she said. "Everything has turned out better than I could have imagined. You are everything I hoped you'd be, come home with me and sleep with me". "What did you hope I'd be?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. "What you are, now come on, let's go!" she insisted. She got up from her chair and Scott followed, surprised at her demanding tone. As they left the pub hand in hand, Scott caught sight of Laura smiling at them from behind the bar as she watched them go. To his surprise, Bridgett lead Scott back to Sarah's. Instead of taking him in through the front door however, she lead him around the side of the large old house to a more discrete entrance that he presumed provided access to a private part of the house. She lead him down a dim hallway lit only by a feeble light on the ceiling up the far end. "Sorry it's a bit dark in here," she said. "One of the bulbs blew yesterday and noone's gotten around to buying a new one yet, typical!" He wondered apprehensively who else lived here. They arrived at a white door and here she stopped and turned to a cupboard on the opposite wall. Withdrawing two clean folded white towels, that looked as if they belonged in a hotel, Bridgett handed one to Scott and kept the other for herself. "When you're done, come to the third door on the right," she said, then she opened the white door and nodded to him indicating he should go inside. As she slowly pulled the door closed behind him, the last glimpse he caught was of her rounded shoulder, the swell of part of one of her breasts and again, that mischievous smile. Scott found himself in a large bathroom covered from floor to ceiling in light coloured ceramic tiles. To his right was a lavatory under a large frosted glass window. He guessed the window overlooked the side of the house they'd come in from and he vaguely recalled them walking past it on their way to the door. He wondered how close by the nearest neighbours were. Anyone looking through this window at night would be easily able to observe naked forms moving about in the bathroom. Scott imagined seeing Bridgett's petite frame, silhouetted in front of the light as she went about getting ready for bed in here each night. Would she touch herself in the shower? Would the slippery feel of soap on her cunt inspire her to masturbate? In the corner to his left was a large shower cubicle constructed with two clear plastic walls held together by chrome joinery against the tiled corner walls of the bathroom and a hefty chrome fixture on the left hand wall. Everything in here pointed to a recent redecoration of considerable quality. Scott appreciated quality and thought back with disdain at the numerous grubby bathrooms in cave-like London flats he'd recently showered in either preparing for a hasty coupling or trying to escape discretely in the dead of night after one, his most recent victim usually oblivious to his departure in her alcohol-induced slumber. Only a little alcohol had been consumed tonight by either of them. Tonight so far was full of class and erotic promise of a more sophisticated kind. Scott hung the towel on an empty rail by the large clear shower cubicle and began to undress. If the girl wanted him clean, he had no issue with that and besides, to him, the preparation for what was to come added to the turn-on. As he disrobed, he noticed a small clothes horse in the corner behind the door on the same side as the window. Hanging on the clothes horse was a collection of pink lacy bras and panties. It was almost as if she'd left them there for him to see. Scott couldn't resist. He took a pair of pink underwear from the top rung on the clothes-horse and held it up to the light. As he spread the delicate piece of lingerie to get a better look at its shape, he noticed an elegant slit in the crotch of the garment between the larger openings for the legs. Crotchless panties! Whoever owned these had his kind of taste! He hardened in excitement as he imagined the entrance to Bridgett's virginal sex fully exposed and accessible through the flimsy lingerie. His member grew heavy between his legs and his anticipation mounted. He slowly brushed the delicate undergarment over his hot shaft before replacing it on the clothes horse. Under the powerful warm spray in the shower cubicle, Scott turned around making sure to wet every inch of his body. His penis remained partially erect as images of Bridgett in a nearby room preparing herself for the rest of their night together filled his mind. He cradled his glans, purple and swollen, in his cupped hand covering the aperture at the top with this thumb and forefinger. He urinated into his hand and the hot yellow fluid trickled down his fingers and palm and the shaft of his cock to run off his balls on to the shower floor. The stream of his urine grew narrower and stronger as his cock hardened in the erotic warmth of the urine running over his scrotum. He resisted the temptation to jerk off with some difficulty. Using the liquid soap hanging on a rail under the shower fixture, he smoothed thick lather over his well-toned body. He rubbed at his trimmed dark pubic hair and covered his genitalia and shaven anal cleft with soap before rinsing them under the warm flowing water. When he was done washing, he turned off the water, stepped on to the bath-mat and retrieved the towel from the rail. His erection diminished slightly as he concentrated on thoroughly rubbing himself dry with the towel but he knew it would be back when the time came and the need arose. A moment of slight panic came when it was time to dress again. What should he do? Dress in the clothes he'd been wearing all day? Brazenly return to her side wearing a towel or perhaps even nothing at all? Reason took over quickly and he thought savagely, fuck it, I'm a free man and you only live once. Cumming in the Family He wrapped the towel around him and put his t-shirt back on. Just as he turned to the door of the bathroom, he noticed it was opened a crack. Bridgett hadn't closed it properly when she'd left. Someone could have seen everything and he wouldn't even have realised they were watching! Somehow he felt sure the unclosed door was no accident. Perhaps he thought, Bridgett wanted to feel as if she had control over her situation in some small way. Or maybe she just wanted a sneak preview of what she was about to get more of. At first he felt a little embarrassed but as he considered what she might have observed him getting up to, he felt more and more aroused. He imagined her getting wet as she ogled him washing his wet body and caressing his stiff manhood in the shower. He wondered if she would have approved of his predatory handling of her lingerie -- he was sure it must be hers -- like a dog scenting oestrus. He imagined her excitement as she observed him coveting the moist space between her legs as he imagined it exposed and defenceless through the dainty little hole in her panties. His rock-hard prick made an unmistakable bulge in the towel as he exited the bathroom, carelessly leaving the remainder of his clothes behind, but he was so horny now he paid it no mind -- it turned him on to think of her setting eyes on it and knowing with complete certainty what was on his mind. He didn't need to count the doors to his right to see which was the right one. The flickering golden glow of candle-light stole around the frame of the door and by the slightly wider space of light to one side, Scott could tell the door had been left slightly ajar. He knocked softly and Bridgett's voice came from within, "It's open," she said and he pushed the door and went inside. A number of tea-light candles floating in shallow dishes of water were scattered on a desk and some dressers around the room and provided the figure-flattering glow that now bathed the two of them and accentuated the sexual allure of the room. Panties, dresses and pairs of jeans were strewn about the floor and draped over the back of a chair. On a large dresser that sat under a window, scented oil burned in a small pottery oil-burner. Dark drapes were drawn over the window and at the centre of these, the deep blue of fading daylight could still barely been seen. The room was very warm and the air within was heavy with the scents of the candles, Bridgett's perfume and the scented oil. Bridgett lay on her back on the double-bed pushed against one side of the room. She was dressed in a plane white bathrobe -- this also looked like hotel standard-issue -- and her dark hair fanned out on the pillow behind her. Her shapely creamy-white legs emerged from the robe just above the knees and as Scott approached the bed she gathered the robe about her more snugly and stood up. She came over to him. She must have seen his bulging hard-on but she gave no indication that she'd noticed anything untoward or offensive in his new outfit. Scott opened his mouth to speak but she put a delicate finger to his lips. "No words," she said softly. "I'm ready for you now Scott. Now it's just the two of us and our bodies. Will you let me explore you?" she asked, her eyes a little nervous. "Sure," his arousal making his voice hoarse. "Whatever works for you honey." what he really wanted was rough and primal but he could wait a little longer. Bridgett gently put her fingers under the bottom of his T-shirt and began to lift it off his body. He obliged by sitting on the edge of the bed and lifting his arms above his head so she could slide the t-shirt over it. Discarding the garment, she pulled gently on his shoulders, wanting him to stand again then she took him in her arms and kissed him on the mouth. Her lips and tongue were tentative at first. She tasted his lips and tickled his tongue with hers and lightly kissed him like a kitten tentatively examining an unfamiliar hand with its nose and whiskers. Scott responded gently but her confidence quickly grew and soon she was sucking his tongue and lips and pressing her body firmly against his, grinding her crotch upwards at the bulge in the towel. She may have been a virgin but her body knew what it wanted. Her hands explored his naked upper-body and his caresses became more insistent. He massaged her buttocks through the robe and firmly passed his hand up the side and front of her body, over her ribcage and to the base of her breast. She withdrew her mouth from his and moved down to his neck. She sucked and licked at his skin and moved further down until her face was level with his nipples. She circled them with her tongue and suddenly, her covered body wasn't enough for him. As she teased his chest and nipples, he thrust his hands down the front of her robe where it hung loosely around her neck and groped for her breasts. Her tits were firm in his hands, everything he'd expected them to be and her nipples responded to his touch exquisitely, growing hard and pointed and causing her to gasp in pleasure as he rolled them gently between his thumbs and forefingers. She crouched down further and kissed and licked his lower abdomen and navel just above the towel that concealed the hardness and heat of his excited masculinity. She reached up the towel and stroked his inner thighs, stopping as her fingertips brushed his scrotum. She massaged his buttocks under the damp fabric and moved her hands around to his groin where she gently played with his short pubic hair. Her hands kept moving tantalisingly from his inner-thighs to his buttocks to his groin without touching his penis. Her tongue flicked tender caresses just at the top of the towel, gently probing for what was concealed beneath it. She might have been exploring his body or she might have been teasing him or maybe even teasing herself. Whatever she was about it was making him horny as hell. His cock dribbled hot pre-cum and strained against the towel. Bridgett was kneeling in front of him now, too low for him to reach down and touch her and he stood at her mercy as she fondled him and looked saucily into his eyes. She continued in this manner for a few moments but as if she sensed his urgency, suddenly, in one fluid movement, she casually removed the robe and let it fall in a pile of fabric around her crouching figure. She squatted naked in front of him, continuing to touch and lick him for a second longer then she smiled and without taking her eyes off his, she loosened the towel and let it slip to the floor. His stiff dick rose in front of her face and taking care to maintain eye contact with him, she began to caress it. She kissed his scrotum and took his balls in her mouth. Pre-cum dribbled down his shaft and her tongue lapped at the tiny trickle just before it was lost in the short hairs on his ball-sack. Her tongue moved further up his shaft and the urgency of her blowjob increased. Turning her face sideways, Bridgett closed her lips on the front of his shaft and ran their warm wet softness up to triangle of skin at the base of his purple throbbing glans and back down again, faster and faster. She sucked off the salty pre-cum that leaked from his piss-hole as it ran down his shaft. Finally, she took him hesitantly in her mouth, with one hand holding his cock steady so she could suck him. His shaft was thick and heavy and her fingertips didn't quite meet around it. Scott moaned in pleasure and his hands went to her head. By now almost ready to blow his mounting load, Scott's hips inadvertently began to move. Still with her eyes on his, Bridgett's sucking became more insistent and she thrust her face forward, driving his penis to the back of her throat. She gagged at the first thrust but took him easily at the second and soon, taking her hand from his cock, she took his hands in hers and clamped them around the back of her head, giving her head a little push and nodding at him with her mouth full of his cock to keep thrusting. "Oh fuck!" gasped Scott throatily. "I can feel it in your throat, it feels so fucking good!" Scott held her head in his hands and drove it backwards and forwards, fucking her throat, feeling his shaft slide in and out of her mouth and her warm tongue pressing and stimulating the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock. His hips began to thrust harder. Bridgett's eyes widened as she concentrated on taking his thick hard erection deeper and deeper down her throat and as Scott's pleasure reached bursting point, the speed of his jerking her head backwards and forwards increased and Bridgett began to gag and choak. One of her hands inadvertently went to his groin but she resisted pushing him back, mustered her concentration and stayed determinedly committed to servicing him. Scott was too close to orgasm to stop anyway, his hips thrust faster, he held handfuls of her hair clenched in a vice-like grip. "Keep taking you little whore! I'm not stopping until you've tasted my cum," he growled huskily. "This is what you wanted isn't it?" He stared into her eyes and saw mixed fear and excitement there. He penetrated her throat with his cock furiously and his blood began to rush. His face contorted and he grunted when he jetted his sticky fountain down her throat. His body convulsed as his cum spurted, his dick jerking in spasms against her palette and tongue. His slowing thrusts made sucking noises as his spunk filled her mouth and she took his hands from their loosening grip of her hair. She took the base of his genitals in one hand and took over moving her mouth up and down his shaft. Her other hand caressed his balls and as she licked and sucked his softening cock, she swallowed the cum he'd squirted into her mouth. When he was almost soft, she withdrew her face from his groin, her brow sweaty and her cheeks a little redder from the exertion of the violent blowjob she'd just given him. A trickle of semen had run down her chin and into her cleavage which Scott now viewed fully naked for the first time. "Wow!" she panted. "That was just so wild! You were so wild, so uncontrolled, so much of an animal." "That was great," he replied and added, "that was the best." He meant it. it was the best head he'd ever been given. Bridgett smiled at him got up from her kneeling position. She must have felt his semen cooling on her skin as it ran down her front because as she stood, she casually slid her fingers up the little stream, wiping the sperm off her body then licking it off her fingers. Even this soon after his orgasm, the unthinking way in which she ate his cum caused a slight stirring at his groin. She hadn't made a show of it, she'd simply disposed of his man-milk as if it was a stray dribble of ice cream or sweet liquor. She took Scott's face in her hands and kissed him on the mouth. As he massaged her soft lips between his and ran his tongue around her gums, he tasted his semen in her mouth and felt her warm body against his. His penis now hung down, almost limp and as he held her to him, he felt it nestled snugly between the swollen lips of her cunt. He felt her soft crotch against his pelvis and her tits and hard nipples pressing against his chest. The skin of her pussy-lips was hot to the touch and as their bodies moved together, he felt it leave moisture on his dick each time their genitals gently collided. "Let's lie on the bed," she said and suddenly she went limp. Her unexpected dead weight pulled them both down on to the bed with Scott on top of here. They continued to fondle each other. Scott's dick was awakening again quickly now and the urgency of his touch increased. He kissed her neck but didn't linger long there. He hadn't gotten a chance to enjoy her beautiful young body while she was sucking him off and now was eager to make up for lost time. Scott squeezed and kneaded one of her tits while he sucked her other nipple. He nipples were perfectly shaped and fantastically cherry-red against her deliciously creamy breasts. Every glance he stole at them made him harder as he turned his head to suck first one then the other. She began to squirm and moan with pleasure underneath him. He put his fingers on her cunt-lips and found the soft flesh to be hot and engorged. Her pubic mound was slick with her sex-juice and as he explored her mound, he noticed she was waxed bare apart from a dark little strip down the middle of her crotch like a dainty arrow pointing to her clit. Two of his fingers burrowed into her vagina while a third dipped into her anus, now well lubricated by the liquid that ran over it from her moist womanhood. The streams of fluid from her cunt dripped on to the bed cover causing a dark wet patch of Bridgett's sexual secretion to form and expand around her peachy butt. Now having moved his head down her body, Scott's eager mouth kissed her inner thighs and his tongue lashed and teased her swollen pink pleasure-button. With his fingers, he slid the skin above her clit over her pink little bump and back like a foreskin over a stiffened glans. He pressed his flattened tongue against her engorged fuck-flaps and beckoned her pleasure with the two fingers of his other hand that remained inside her and frantically walked their tips on the roof of her salivating sex-hole. Frantic with pleasure, Bridgett's nubile young body was starting to tense. Her beautiful features strained with ecstasy and she moaned and wailed unrestrainedly as Scott attended to her pussy. Her back arched repeatedly as she ground her crotch into his face. She wanted his cock. "Fill me Scott, I'm ready," she gasped. He continued to go down her. She tried to pull his head up her body but he resisted and held his fingers more firmly inside her. "Stick your cock in me Scott," she insisted bawdily. "Please," she begged, her voice becoming desperate, "Fuck me! Cum inside me!" Still he didn't respond. He felt the muscles in her pussy begin to contract as her orgasm approached. Her pleading made him almost painfully aroused and he was desperate to fuck her. As the wave of her ecstasy was about to crash in a tumultuous rush of cunt juice and shuddering pleasure, he lifted his face from the delicious pink flesh of her femininity and hooked her knees over his shoulders. Kneeling in front of her, he put the tip of his hardness against her labia minora and thrust. At first her tight sex hole would only accept the swollen head of his hard-on, already sticky with his pre-cum but as he thrust brutally into her, his shaft was soon slippery with her juices and plunging deep inside her. He saw pleasure and fright in her eyes as she felt for the first time the delicious invasion of her body. Her cunt spurted juice as he managed finally to spear the whole length of his cock into her and their genitalia were soaked in the warm secretion. Her spurt excited him and he began pumping his prick in and out of her pussy, feeling the top of his glans slide faster and faster over the front of the inside of her oozing hole. Bridgett had never squirted like that before and feeling him inside her with her warm fluid gushing around their violently colliding genitals turned her on immeasurably. She had been on the verge of exploding when he was eating her out and all she wanted was to have his cock inside her. Now as he had begun to fuck her, forcing her legs to stay open with his powerful arms and shoulders and roughly violating her sexual inner-sanctum, her vision began to blur as her arousal almost became too much for her to bear. She cried out and thrashed her head sideways on to the bed as her orgasm took hold of her and shook her, intense pleasure crashing in on her every sense. In the midst of her contracting cunt, squeezing his thick shaft tightly, holding it inside her, she felt him fill her with his hot load. Scott watched Bridgett's face as she came and felt her vagina tighten around him as he continued to thrust violently into her with his hips. He felt the inside of her pussy turn hot and creamy as his cum erupted into her and his own orgasm almost made him faint with ecstasy. He'd never had sex with a virgin before and all the while he'd been penetrating her and when he felt the soft warm walls of her cunt awash with the hot sticky product of his earth-shattering release, he marvelled that his cock was the first she had taken inside her and his cum was the first to douse her fleshy cave and coat her cervix as her orgasmic contractions forced it together with the sperm-soaked opposite side of her cunt. He stayed kneeling in front of her with his penis inside her as the muscular contortions of their shuddering orgasms reduced to a throbbing of their intertwined sexual parts. Only as he withdrew from her when his cock began to soften and a mess of pussy-juice and sticky white cum trickled from her slippery dilated vagina and dribbled down over her arsehole, did he realise they had been crying out each other names and shouting and groaning with intense pleasure as they'd been cumming. "Oh that was wonderful Scott," she moaned dreamily. "You were fantastic, you were perfect." "So were you," he said, lying down beside her. "Was it what you expected?" he asked tenderly. "It was everything and more," she replied. "But here, there's one more thing I want to do." He looked at her questioningly but instead of saying more, she turned on to her stomach and pushed herself lazily up on to hands and knees. She crawled down and putting her head between his legs, she took him in her mouth. Surely she couldn't want more! But instead of the sexual sucking, teasing and massaging of his genitalia she had previously employed when she'd sucked him dry before he'd taken her virginity, her tongue licked, tasted and cleaned. She systematically licked his cock from the head to the crack of his arse and the taut flesh around his sphincter. Satisfied after a while, she lay down beside him licking her lips. "I wanted to taste our coupling," she explained. "I want my every sense to join in my first sex." Here she smiled, "after all, it might be a while after you go before I find anyone else worthy." She giggled softly then as she lay back on the pillow. For the first time in his life instead of feeling jealous at the implication that she could want anyone other than him, Scott felt smug. No matter who penetrated her after this night, he would always have been her first. "Tell me what it was like," he said, wanting to hear what he'd made her feel. "At first I was frightened," she said. "When you started to enter me, I thought I'd have to stop you, it just felt so foreign and so invasive having a man's flesh inside me. But I was almost ready to cum by then and my worry was only fleeting. After that, I just sort of gave myself over to you, you know, so you could well, so you could use me I guess. And it was wonderful Scott, it really was. I knew I could trust you, right when we first met online and when I read your email messages and saw your pictures, I just knew you'd be the one to do it for me. "It was so wonderful having you inside me, forcing my pussy apart. It was almost as if you unlocked my body and let the pleasure in. I mean, sure I've had orgasms before but I've never cum like that by myself, never spurted pussy-juice like that. I just don't know how you did it. Wow! If this sex, I think I'm going to be a dreadful slut!" Her giggles trailed off and her eyes began to close. Scott was fading fast as well. He felt he had to say something. It had been a great fuck, a fantastic fuck by any reckoning, it almost made him horny again as the sight of her spread out in front of him, his penis engulfed in her pussy, her eyes glazed over in sexual heaven as he fucked her and she came. But sleep was overtaking him rapidly. He needed to say something. But what? His eyes began to close. Cumming in the Family "I've never had sex that good before...," he began drowsily and then he noticed her eyes were already closed and her breathing slow and rhythmic. She'd done it to him! After all the women he'd had and all the times he'd made the much appreciated effort to stay awake and kiss and cuddle, this teenage gem, only recently deflowered by his own now-slumbering manhood had used his body, drained him dry to get her fill of pleasure, thanked him sweetly put her head back on the pillow and hastened off to sleep with their combined love juices drying in a pool between her legs and on the bed cover around her gorgeous firm arse. What a girl! Pleasantly amazed, Scott closed his eyes followed her down the path to sleep, his way lit by dwindling tea-lights and the golden afterglow of the fleshy pleasure they had just shared. Hours later, Scott awoke and found Bridgett's body snuggled against his, her head nestled into his chest. The tea-lights had burnt down, leaving the room in darkness. Scott needed the bathroom so he climbed carefully over her sleeping form and made his way to the door. Holding the door opened a crack and peering cautiously around it he heard no sound and the hallway was totally black. Deciding there was little risk of being caught, he left the room and walked naked to the bathroom where he could make out the dark patch on the floor that were his jeans and underwear. As was his habit since childhood, rather than switching on the light to stand and urinate into the bowl, he sat on the seat in darkness and as the cool plastic pulled his mind further into wakefulness, he remembered the session with Bridgett before they'd collapsed. The sound of his piss trickling into the water changed as his penis stiffened in tune with this thoughts. After he was done, he picked up clothes and took them back to the bedroom. As he re-entered the room, the smell of the extinct tea-lights and the scented oil Bridgett had burnt on their arrival there earlier came to his nostrils. Along with it, he smelt their bodies and traces of the aromas left by their fucking. A sliver of moonlight encroached on the room through a crack in the closed curtains and fell across Bridgett's body. In the silvery radiance, he made out her shoulder and breast as she lay on her side and the dark outline of the curve of her hips. Now fully erect, Scott approached the bed and lay down beside her with his groin nestled against her buttocks, his erection resting between them and beginning to dribble. He couldn't resist running his hand softly down the side of her sleeping form, from her shoulder to her thigh and then again and again. It wasn't enough just to touch her, his excitement was mounting. He involuntarily pressed the stiff length of his penis between her arse-cheeks. He wanted to reach down and unfold the tender petalled flesh between her legs, burrowing his fingers into her cunt again, to feel her juices welling up from inside her, to feel her squirming under his touch as she had before. Before he knew what he was doing, he'd moved his crotch away from her to gain access to her pussy from behind her. Moving his hand down over her buttock and in between the backs of her legs, he felt her soft labia, sandwiched between her perfect thighs. He slowly pried her legs apart and inched the side of his hand between her cunt lips. She was semi-awake now and she moaned and pushed her bottom backwards and into the side of his hand. He moved up to reach her from a better angle and as he did so, he felt the sticky head of his cock brush the puckered tight flesh of her arsehole. It felt gorgeous so he moved no further and gently pressed his glans on her throbbing sphincter as he fiddled with her pussy. Bridgett moaned more and did not push him away from her arse. He felt her juices begin to flow more freely, wetting her pubic area and his hand. Withdrawing his dick from its gentle conversation with her anus, he pushed it between her thighs so that her juices rubbed off on to his shaft. He felt his erection moving over pussy lips, her clit and her sex-hole. The front of his penis became soaked with her secretions and the gentle friction of it rubbing between her thighs and over her cunt stimulated them both. Each time he pulled backwards, he felt his glans slide over her pussy and touch on her arsehole before he thrust forward again. Their arousal was mounting and the feel of her sphincter on his penis was tantalising. Finally he decided to go for it. He withdrew from between her thighs one final time and as she lay on her side, Bridgett looked over her shoulder at him in the dark. He could sense her questioning stare but she didn't have long to wait for what came next. Scott pushed the tip of his hardness against her arsehole. He paused there, keeping a gentle pressure on with the muscles in his hips. His hands softly and discretely played with his ball-sack. There was no mistaking his intention. "Do it!" came Bridgett's fierce whisper in the dark. "I want to feel you inside me as many ways as you can be now do it! Fuck my arse Scott! Please fuck it!" There was an urgency in her hushed voice. She parted her legs, raising one slightly and he made out the shape of her hand moving to her crotch under cover of darkness. "It might hurt," he said, his voice husky with arousal. "I don't care. I want it to hurt. Just do it Scott. Push your cock up my arsehole. Please, please, fuck my arse now! I want your cum inside it Scott, I want to feel you shoot inside my arse." Her voice shook and he knew she was very aroused. His hard-on raged at her angry dirty words. His pelvis had already begun to move. He pressed hard against her anus and slowly it began to yield. His glans went in and he pushed harder. She let out an involuntary gasp and her breathing quickened. Her arse was so tight and it wouldn't accept anymore of his cock. He withdrew from her and spat furiously on his hand. He dug his slippery fingers into her arsehole and supplemented the lubrication with juice from her cunt. He tried again and this time managed to get his cock mostly inside her. He began to pump her, holding her hip steady with one hand and thrusting his pelvis. Bridgett yelped in pain and gasped. "Oh! It hurts Scott!" she wailed softly. "You're cock is so thick! It's stretching me, oh god it feels so tight!" He paused his thrusting, secretly stimulated by her pained-filled moans. He was fixated on giving her a butt-fucking, he desperately wanted to feel her anal tightness turn creamy and slick as he spurted his cum inside it. "No!" She moaned. "Don't stop, it hurts but it feels good. Whatever I say, don't stop. Make yourself cum in me Scott, use me!" He began fucking her arse again, starting to pump slowly and gradually getting faster and faster. She started to wail again. She tensed and contorted as he drove his prick toward her entrails, forcing himself in and out of her narrowest of entrances. His orgasm approached like a gigantic wave, rushing toward the shore of his body, gathering itself to break over him and immerse him in foaming pleasure. But he remained on the verge without actually shooting his load. He wnated this to last! Bridgett's wailing had turned to tears as she thrashed and moaned, writhing on the end of his fleshy spear as it pinned her to him and mined her arsehole for his pleasure. Her hand worked furiously between her legs. He could hear the juicy squishing sound of her pubic mound as she frantically worked the soft flesh there with her fingers to bring herself off. Her arsehole throbbed, clenched and unclenched around his cock as his thrusts sent spears of pleasure and pain shooting through her body. Soon Bridgett felt a different sensation growing in her, spreading out from her engorged clit, eclipsing but somehow heightened by the pain of Scott's cock stabbing angrily into her anus. The intensity of her pleasure grew and quickly began to consume her whole body. Scott felt her body begin to tense up and he knew she was about to cum. His hand clenched on her hip, gripping and pinching the skin with his fingers, digging into it with his nails. He shoved his other hand between the bed and her other hip, withdrew almost fully from her arse and pulling her arse towards him, he drove his pelvis forward and plunged back inside her with a powerful thrust. She cried out and her orgasm took hold of her, ripping through her flesh and consuming her senses. "Oh Scott I'm cumming! Oh god it feels good! Oh Scott Fuck me! Oh, Oh fuck!" she cried out, and moaned and cried out his name again and again. Scott was still on the verge. He was getting closer by the second, almost about to squirt but Bridgett's climax was subsiding. He fucked her arsehole frantically and as her moans became softer his milky fountain finally erupted inside her. Hot cum bathed her alimentary canal causing wet squelching sounds to emanate from her arse in time with his slowing thrusts. He finished squirting his load inside her and slowly fucked her, using the grip of her throbbing sphincter to milk every drop of spunk from his cock. Bridgett moaned and sighed in the final throes of her own climax and as his penis slid from her rectum with a final quiet sucking squelch. They lay on their sides panting. Sleep re-captured them before they even had time to speak. Daylight was streaming in through the opened curtain when Scott woke up again. Feeling a warm wet pleasant sensation between his legs, he looked down to find Bridgett's mouth full of is erect penis. "Good morning," she said, pausing with his cock held in one of her hands, smiling her wicked smile. Her dark eyes were full of her new knowledge of pleasuring a man. "Fancy breakfast in bed?" and she continued sucking him off. It didn't take him long to cum in her mouth and she swallowed it all this time, not letting any escape to run down her body. His body relaxed and his erection subsided and he came to his senses again to find her leaning on one elbow and looking into his face. "It's so sexy watching you cum," she said. "But its even sexier when you make me cum." With that, she lay down on her back and opened her legs wide, looking at him expectantly. He obliged, going to work with his fingers and tongue until moments later she was bucking and heaving away underneath him in perfect ecstasy. After she'd recovered from her orgasm, he crawled up to lay beside her and she nestled into his arms. "I don't know what all this bullshit about women not getting off when we're being fucked is," she said thoughtfully. "They don't normally seem to." "Well this one does!" "So it seems, but they don't normally." "And how many woman have you fucked Doctor sex?" "None," he teased. "You were my first, I'd only ever read about it before last night." She laughed and playfully shoved him towards the edge of the bed. They frolicked like this for some time then she looked at him seriously. "Thanks for a fantastic time Scott. I'll never forget you, you know," she said. "Well, I'll never forget you either." And he meant it. "But tell me," he went on curiously, "was it really your first time?" "The first time we did it, it was!" she giggled and then her face turned serious again. "Was I good for you?" she asked him. "Sure," he said. "You were great. Fantastic even." "But I mean, did I do everything right? Did I give you pleasure properly? I mean, did I suck you right and touch you right?" she asked earnestly. Come to think of it, she had. Her oral sex had been superb, it seemed hard to believe she wasn't at least a little experienced. "You were really great," he said again. "I mean, how did you get so good?" "Well, let's just say I read a lot," she said. "And it's not as if I've never done anything with a boy before." Scott had guessed as much, there was always a little more to a woman's story than met the eye but still, he had been the first to fuck her and that's what mattered, his smugness remained un-dampened. "There are plenty of things you can do without actually having sex," she went on giggling a little as she talked. "I suppose I used to think of the boys I got up to mischief with as a sort of lead-up for the first time I let a man put his cock in my cunt. They probably thought I was weird because I would ask them if they'd liked what I did to them, you know, if I'd jerked them off too fast or too slow, if they'd liked the way I kissed or if my blowjobs were any good. "I think my questions scared them a little and they were always thrown because I'd kiss or suck almost anyone at the drop of a hat but I didn't like them touching my pussy that much and I'd never let them fuck me. I did find if they were a little shy, letting them feel my bare tits or fiddle my cunt a little inside my panties seemed to help them overcome it. And a few times, I let boys go down on me but I have to say, boys my age were a bit hopeless! They don't know how to pleasure a woman and they cum so quickly! "Half the time they would cum in their pants as soon as I reached in and touched their cocks or if I managed to get their trousers down, they'd just shoot their load as soon as I had them in my mouth. All I wanted was just to get good at pleasuring men so I could please the person I had sex with first. Getting myself off was always no trouble for me to handle on my own, so to speak! "I always thought it was funny when after I'd made them cum, sometimes, I'd be a bit horny myself and I'd pull off my knickers and make myself cum in front of them. Some of the looks I got! You'd think they'd never seen a pussy before! Well, perhaps they hadn't, I'd never thought of that. Well, I think they thought it should turn them on anyway but for some reason it didn't and that confused the poor wee things. "I somehow always knew my first sex had to be with someone experienced. And you were everything I could have asked for Scott, you made it everything I'd expected it to be and more. I loved the look on your face when you came in me and I liked the way you just took possession of my body, it was such a turn-on to have you inside me and controlling me! Oh my god, I think I'm getting wet against just thinking about it!" He hoped she didn't mean it, he wasn't sure he could manage it again. "Well," she said as if she'd read his mind, "How about some breakfast?" "Sounds good to me." They got up and showered and dressed then she cooked them an excellent fry-up in the large kitchen further down the hallway from her bedroom. After they'd eaten, they sat talking at Bridgett's large kitchen table. After a while, Scott remembered he was actually a paying customer at Sarah's where he'd unexpectedly spent the night in far more deluxe suite than he ever would have imagined. The fact remained however that the room he'd paid for had stayed empty the whole night and it wasn't far off the 11 AM checkout time. "You'd better not keep Michelle waiting," teased Bridgett, "she takes her job very seriously you know, there'll be a smoking hole in your credit card at eleven oh one if you're not careful!" And then she looked a little sad. "I have to leave for work soon," she said, "so I suppose this is goodbye." He thought he heard a question in her voice. "Will we stay in touch?" he asked. "I hope so Scott," she said still sounding a little sad. "Keep my number, you never know when I might pop up in London". "And you never know when I might need a retreat to the country-side again," he replied. With that, she lead him to the door and took his hands in hers. "Scott," she said seriously, "I only wanted it to be once. I don't expect anything more from you. I mean it was great and everything but honestly, I just wanted us to have one special night." "It's fine," he said. "It suits me like that too. It's absolutely fine." Moments later, he was swaggering into the bed and breakfast reception full of a-night-getting-laid confidence and openly ogling Michelle as he approached the reception desk. Michelle wore the same denim skirt she'd worn the evening before but the pink frilly number had changed into a tight black t-shirt that accentuated her breasts. Scott could see the inviting bumps her nipples made in the garment and lazily entertained visions of them pink against the soft creamy white of her tits. She looked a little surprised when she saw him approaching from the direction of the front door and he smiled at her and wondered if telling her about his night with Bridgett would turn her on. "Checking out of room sixteen?" she asked. "Actually, I was wondering whether it was available for another night," he said making a spontaneous change of plans. Michelle gave him a questioning look as if she was wondering what on earth a stranger would want to be doing for one night in Saraton let alone two. "I like it here," he said, images of the night he'd just had beginning to fill his mind as his potency began to recover after the marathon task it had recently accomplished. "Really?" She seemed genuinely surprised and continued, "well, you're in luck, the room's free...for about the next year." The disdain on her face and in her voice amused him. He supposed all you'd want to do would be to leave if you were a young person with half a brain in this town and then he caught himself thinking the words 'young person' and chuckled to himself. After he'd done booking the second night of his stay, Scott went to his room and changed into clean clothes. As the day wore on and evening approached, he decided to go out for a drink. On an impulse, he headed for Mary and Maria's Bar & Grill at 'the opposite end of the street'. Mary and Maria's was a little more upmarket than the Maria and Mary and gave no outward indication of the dire warnings he'd received about it from Bridgett. The emphasis appeared to be more on food than strictly drink and the crowd seemed slightly older. Scott wasn't the first here this evening and he only realised he'd been perusing the gathering for attractive women after he'd been doing it for five minutes. You never stop looking he thought as he was ushered to a table and unceremoniously handed a menu by a plump harassed-looking blonde girl (although the ample tits that were almost totally visible in the two-sizes too small top she wore not altogether without appeal -- he supposed this was her marketing strategy). Scott enjoyed a surprisingly good meal and as the bar was touting live music, he decided to stay and drink some more and see exactly what kind of live acts one found in outposts like this. Just as he was taking his place at the bar to wait to be served, he caught a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. "Hello you!" he said looking around, taken a little by surprised. But it wasn't her. The face was the spitting image but the black hair was long -- almost down to her waist -- and the body was fuller. She wore a black long-sleeved t-shirt that just baggy enough to allow a glimpse of cleavage when she leaned forward but tight enough to accentuate a luscious pair of bosoms when she stood up straight. A long black skirt flowed down her legs and depending on how she stood or leaned, the promise of a beautiful arse could be momentarily made out -- sometimes more is less! He appreciated it for the first time in his life. She was so like Bridgett while definitely not being her that he was taken aback. He guessed she was around 25 -- but he could never really tell. "Oh Sorry I...," he started, not sure what to say. "Who did you think I was?" "Oh no one, never mind, sorry." "No one? You think I'm no one?" "No I didn't mean it like that, I..." "What an insult! No one and you've only just met me!" "Sorry, I really didn't mean..." "Well, if you're really sorry, you might as well try to make amends and buy me a drink." Cumming in the Family He was in no position to argue so he bought two pints and joined her by the bar. Scott's initial embarrassment at the manner of their meeting quickly forgotten, the two chatted animatedly as the band played softly in the background. He gathered this beautiful stranger's name was Sarah and she was out alone watching the live act tonight after she'd been stood up by a friend. It got near closing time and only a few people remained in the bar. Scott had been staring at her all night, trying to see her breasts down her top and relishing the shape of her buttocks through her clothes. As it transpired, he'd drunk fairly little and by now well recovered from the night before, his cock was waking up to Sarah's constant proximity. "I've a fairly good idea where you're staying," she joked with a mysterious but amused twinkle in her eye. They'd fallen silent and her voice startled him. The blonde waitress came around ringing the bell for last drinks. Sarah said, "well, best be going I suppose. Don't worry though, you'll walk me home." Scott blinked. Had he heard right? She was getting up to go and looking at him expectantly. It looked like he had. He had no idea where she lived so he followed her and very soon began to feel a bit alarmed. Sarah was taking him back to Sarah's. Sure enough they were soon outside the huge house again and Sarah was leading him around to the now-familiar side door. "So, it's Sarah of Sarah's then?" he joked as she was looking for her keys in her handbag. "Well, what do you expect. I run a business not a fucking marketing department." They laughed although he was panicking a little as she opened the door and lead him down the hall past the bathroom and Bridgett's room to a door a little further down and on the opposite side of the hallway that he hadn't noticed before. A certain conclusion was starting to dawn on Scott but Sarah was holding his hand now and squeezing it in hers so he didn't give it much thought. He barely had time to take in the enormous spacious master bedroom with a door to an en-suite slightly ajar, a vast king sized bed a dresser with a substantial mirror, plenty of wall space and a massive bay window with curtains elegantly drawn as the minute the door was closed behind him, her lips were on his, her arms around his neck and her hands caressing the back of his head. Scott returned her kisses and his hands went straight to her buttocks. He squeezed and massaged them, feeling their firmness through her skirt. His cock was hard and throbbing in his trousers and she moved a hand down to his groin to hold it and squeeze it through the fabric. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees in front of him and ripped down his trousers and underwear. She took his tightened ball-sack in one hand and his cock in the other. She sucked him and masturbated him passionately, taking him down to the back of her throat expertly then withdrawing her head to tease his glans with her tongue keeping eye contact with him all the while. "Don't cum yet," she ordered. She then began sucking and masturbating him, and caressing his balls as if daring him to shoot his load after she'd told him not to. There was none of Bridgett's uncertain exploring. This woman knew her way around a man's body and it turned Scott on in a different and exciting way. She was in control. He knew he could take control from her anytime he wanted but he had no intention of doing so. He was excited by her firm demanding voioce and sexual dominance. She stood up and made him take his shirt off then pushed her clothed body against his naked one, grinding her crotch up into his and sucking and licking his nipples. She took his hand lead him over to the bed. Shoving him backward on to the bed, she remained standing and peeled her clothes off like a veteran swinger. Her skin was pale and without a single blemish, just as Bridgett's had been. Her pussy was more au naturale than many of the women Scott had had although it was trimmed at the edges to form a neat black triangle. Her pussy-hair was soft and jet black as Bridgett's had been and her nipples also resembled Bridgett's as they stood out red and hard on her creamy breasts. As she stood naked in front of him, Scott could see a trickle of cunt-juice running down her inner thigh. His already rock-hard prick contorted in excitement. "Eat me out," she ordered and quickly kneeled low over his face on the bed, thrusting her cunt on to his mouth. Scott licked her clitoris and rimmed her arsehole, tonguing her out firmly with as much saliva on his tongue and lips as he could muster. He licked the insides of her labia. She moaned in pleasure a couple of times then demanded, "Harder! Suck my clit, take it between your teeth!" She moaned as he bit her pleasure button softly, and pulled and sucked it hard and rhythmically. Her cunt was getting very wet and her juice dribbled down his chin. "Finger fuck me!" she begged, her haughty and commanding manner disappearing as her body began to ache with the pleasure he was giving her. "Put your fingers inside me and make me cum! Oh fuck I'm so horny! Yes! That's right! Faster Scott!" His fingers burrowed into her cunt and he greedily sucked and nibbled at her clit. He stole a glance up her body and saw she was pulling and pinching at her large bright-pink engorged nipples savagely, her beautiful eyes glazed in pleasure. Her body began to shake as she neared orgasm and he had to hold her in position to keep fingering her sex-hole and biting her clit. Her hips ground down on to his face and he could hear her screaming "Oh Fuck! Oh fuck that feels good! Yes! Yes! Don't' stop! I'm cumming!" Her cunt juice squirted him in the mouth as her body tensed up and she groaned at the pleasure of the incredible climax he had brought her to. She lifted her sodden mound from his face and he breathed in the delicious aroma of her cunt-juice as it dripped from her pussy and down his chin. Sarah sat back on her haunches with her labia brushing the top of Scott's rock-hard prick. He felt glad his penis had been put to such a strenuous test with Bridgett the night before or with might have cum too soon in Sarah's mouth and be wasn't sure how many times he'd be able to do it tonight after the workout of the previous night and that morning. Still, now he was as horny as ever and his dick throbbed against Sarah's sex as she squatted over him panting after her recent exertions. Her cum dripped on to his balls, its warm slipperiness exciting him still further. "Sit on it," he tried to demand and pushed his cock up towards her fleshy fuck-hole. But she didn't push her cunt back down on him and all he got was a brief touch of her warm wet softness before his hips gave out and he relaxed back on to the bed. "Now what shall we do with you?" she asked, in a teasingly severe tone, her assertion now recovered after her brief abandonment to pleasure. "You're a very dirty boy you know, trying to make me fuck you without showering first," she said. He waited for her to get off him so he could go and rectify the situation -- anything to make her let him fuck her. But she didn't move. Instead, her face took on a distant expression and her eyes blurred out of focus. What was she doing? He found out soon enough. A hot golden stream of piss sprayed from her pussy and covered his cock and balls, soaking their thighs and the surrounding bed-clothes. She covered his cock in her warm urine and when the stream of her piss ebbed to a dribble then stopped, she went down on him, licking his balls and cock, savouring the taste of her liquid on his throbbing manhood. He was nearly ready to shoot his load when she suddenly she stopped. "Get on the bed, I want you inside me. I want to feel you explode inside my cunt." Scott climbed on to the bed and lay back on the pillow. Sarah mounted him reverse cow-girl, professionally riding his erection with her shapely back and gorgeous white arse turned towards him. She bent over revealing her sexy arse-crack and pussy-lips with his thick stiff cock rammed between them, penetrating her eager womanhood. She began expertly pumping her hips so his hardness penetrated her all the way to his scrotum then all the way back out to his pulsating purple glans. She fucked him faster and faster, her arse slapping loudly against his groin as she impaled herself on his prick. He knew he would fill her with spunk any second now. Her cunt muscles contracted around his penis with professional adeptness and he noticed through waves of mounting ecstasy that as she fucked him, she was masturbating furiously. They both began to moan as they started to cum. He felt her cunt get slippery as jets of semen began to shoot from his pulsing member. He thrust his hips up towards her bottom and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her down on to him at the same time. She was almost cumming and kept squirming as her orgasm began but he held her firm with his prick deep in her vagina and fucked her frantically as his full load exploded inside her. Her cunt contracted, greedily, milking every last drop of spunk form his squirting manhood as her own mind-blowing orgasm shook and contorted her body, wracking her with the pleasure of being penetrated and filled with a man's hot seed. After a while, Sarah gently climbed off his still-erect cock and with his cum oozing from her cunt and running down her inner thighs, she turned around and went down on him, sucking her sexual discharge and his cum off his dick and balls. She lay down beside him and without a word, they both drifted off to sleep. Scott awoke the next morning to find Sarah going down on him again. He remembered Bridgett doing the same thing the morning before and feeling sure he knew who this woman was, he was immensely turned on by the thought. Again he marvelled at her perfect technique and in moments, she was greedily swallowing thick spurts of his sperm. The room smelt of her piss and their sex from the previous evening and as Sarah produced a thick red dildo from a drawer in a small bedside locker, he noticed the clock on top of the locker read 10:30 AM. She saw him looking at the clock and read his mind. "Don't worry sweetie, think about who's cunt you've been filling, you can't expect to get in trouble for checking out late if you've been busy fucking the owner." With that, she switched on the vibrator and before long she had it inside her and rammed it hard in and out of her vagina with one hand while the other pinched, slapped and massaged her clit. Her eyes became un-focussed as he watched and her head thrashed from side to side when she brought herself to orgasm then lay back panting, having taken the dildo from her cunt, pulling it free with a wet sucking noise and leaving on the sheet between her legs as a little damp patch of her juice slowly darkened the bedclothes around it. "This has been a great birthday gift Scott," she said. She added with a giggle, "I'm glad you came." "Is it really your birthday?" he asked. "What a coincidence. I'm only here for two days and one of them was your birthday." "Yip," she said. "A coincidence alright. And furthermore, this is the only year my age is exactly twice my daughter's. My birthday is two days after hers and she turned nineteen the day before yesterday. I hope to hell my baby didn't hear us last night -- but then again I think the little slut had a birthday celebration of her own the night before. She brought some bloke home with her." She said the last part in a low conspirational tone. Scott was elated. So she wasn't Bridgett's sister! Wow! Mother and daughter one after the other! "I was in last night and I heard the two of them arrive," Sarah went on. "I can only guess what they got up to!" Scott decided to play along. "If you're her mother," he said, "shouldn't you be upset that she um...?" "Got fucked?" she asked, her bluntness unnervingly similar to her daughter's. "Well, that would be a bit hypocritical wouldn't it? Think how old I was when I had her, you look like a bright boy, what's half of thirty eight? I only wanted it to be once, to lose my virginity." All the while, she was smiling at him mysteriously. Did she know? Was she sure? No, she couldn't be! But then again... And the words he'd just heard her say! Only wanted it to be once, to lose her virginity? What kind of family was this? She was speaking again, her tone was offhand now. "I thought they'd gone to bed and I remembered I'd left all my bloody underwear hanging in the bathroom so I sneaked up there to get them out and got a bit of a surprise I can tell you!" Oh shit, it was all becoming clear in a most un-anticipated way... "Oh really", he said, "what...?" "My daughter's date was standing naked in the bathroom fondling a pair of my knickers! Sexy sod though, I thought then and there I wouldn't mind a piece of that, so I watched him finish his shower then went and brought myself off with this." She pointed to the dildo then fell about laughing at his embarrassed silence. *** As Scott sat on the train out of Saraton that morning, he thought about the sexual adventure he'd just had. He wondered how many other small villages there were, tucked away in the country-side hiding saucy treasures in need of assistance with their feminine rites of passage. He decided he'd found his calling and his duty awaited. He bought a new atlas on his way home and he wondered if Bridgett knew he had her mother's number.