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Summer Heat

By: ilovewriting



Kellie was divorced, for over 8 years now, and was left to raise her son Mark on her own. It had been tough, but she had managed, and she and her 18-year-old son had grown closer than Kellie thought they would have been if her husband was still around, and she was thankful for that.

Kellie was still a very attractive woman at 38 years of age, but despite this fact she rarely dated, and no longer wanted the disappointment of trying. Sexual release for her now consisted of a number of vibrators, devices, and lubricants she had hidden at the bottom of a draw beside her bed.

It was 4 in the afternoon, and hot as hell in the midst of summer. Kellie had just taken a lengthy swim, doing her best to keep cool while not thinking about the fact that she hadn't masturbated in 5 days, and after drying off she thought it too hot to bother getting changed out of her skimpy bikini. Her son was having a nap, and she saw no reason to cover herself considering the fact she liked the curtains closed for privacy anyway.

She make herself a cool drink before laying herself back on the lounge, stretching her long, smooth legs out and allowing herself to close her eyes for a moment before considering doing some of the chores that needed to be done.

She was having trouble not thinking about sex, in her sexy bikini, stretched out on the lounge, she couldn't help but fantasize about some hunk laying her right there and then. Her daydream was interrupted by the sound of her son making his way down the hall. Her heart jumped for a moment, and she sat up a little, but didn't bother putting on anything else, what difference did it make if her son saw her laying on the lounge in her skimpy outfit?

"Look who finally decided to join the land of the conscious" she remarked as he came into view. He said nothing, and her eyes instantly began to wonder his body. It wasn't until that moment that she suddenly realized what a man her baby boy was becoming.

He wore only a pair of boxer shorts, which did nothing to hide his erection, and the sweat running down his muscular chest made him look quite the object of sexuality. There came an all too familiar feeling between her legs, and Kellie softly moaned in protest at her bodies' reaction to her own son.

Mark worked out a few times a week, and was in great shape. She knew he wasn't a virgin, and for a moment she let her mind wonder how many young girls he had bedded down.

Mark disappeared into the kitchen, and Kellie felt her heart start racing at the thought of getting a better look at his masculine body.

Slowly, she gently lifted herself to her feet and made her way into the kitchen, quickly finishing her drink so she had an excuse to do so.

Mark's head was berried in the fridge, and she couldn't help but look at his firm butt as she went past. Kellie quietly scolding herself for doing so. What was she thinking? This was her very own son? Still he was growing into quite a man, and an irresistible one at that.

Mark turned and almost caught his mother staring at him, however she managed to hide the fact she had been checking him out, and quickly made her way back to the lounge, making an effort not to look at her son as she went.

She waited until she thought it was safe before making a run for her room and closing the door behind her. Kellie quickly striped then launched herself onto her bed, leaning over the reveal her draw of goodies.

It had been too long, and seeing her son like that had turned her on way too much, she needed to masturbate before she did something she would regret.

She retrieved a dildo from her draw and laid it on the bed besides her. She then laid herself back, spreading herself as wide as she could on her queen size bed, and then gently started to stroke herself. She moaned the moment her hand contacted her cunt, a hand that quickly became wet, and she realized she wouldn't need much rubbing before she was able to slide the dildo into herself without the aid of lubricant.

A moment later she picked up the dildo and rubbed it up and down her sopping cunt, allowing the juices to cover the device before slipping the head into her pussy. Kellie moaned a little louder than she should have, and it was only a few seconds before she was working the entire thing inside of herself, pumping it in and out like a mad woman.

It didn't take long for her to feel the beginnings of an orgasm, so she slowed down a little, wanted it to last a little longer before she let herself go. It was at that moment that Mark entered the room to find his naked mother spread out on the bed with the dildo pushed right up her dripping pussy.

He stood there in shock for a moment, until Kellie finally noticed, and gave a scream before Mark slammed the door in shock and raced to his room.

Kellie pulled the dildo out and wiped her hands on the bed, her heart going a million miles an hour and her mind racing as she tried to come to terms with her son walking in on her for the first time, and what she would do now.

Mark had never seen her naked before, not since he was a little child, much less see his own mother pleasing herself. She knew she would have to talk to him about this, it wasn't something that could just be forgotten easily, for both of them, and she spent the next fifteen minutes gathering the courage to face her son.

Finally, she eased herself off her bed and wrapped a nightgown around herself; however another five minutes passed as she paced the room in nervous thought before she finally opened the door and headed for Marks room. She stopped outside his door, took a breath, and knocked.

"Just a minute!" a nervous voice came in return, and Kellie thought she heard the sound of Mark pulling his boxers up. Could he have been masturbating over what he had just seen? Surely he wasn't fantasizing about his old mother.

"Come in!" Mark called, and Kellie found her son laying on his own double bed, wearing only a pair of boxers as he was before. She could see his penis was still very stiff, and she took a seat on the bed beside him.

"I ummm..." She was stuck for words, "I think we might need to talk about... About what just happened" He didn't look at her, and she was worried he was upset with her.

"I... I'm sorry you saw that," she managed, "I'm really sorry, I...its been a long time since your dad left and..." 

"Its ok" he spoke, "Just forget it" he shifted to try and hide his body's bulging excitement.

She dared to place her hand on his leg, and that instant they looked into each other's eyes as a chill ran up her spine. She froze, and she felt knots in her stomach.

"I..." she was out of breath, "I know you aren't a virgin, I know you know what goes on, I just didn't expect you to see me like that"

He just stared at her, and there was something in his eyes that made her want him, and consider the possibility that he wanted to take her too. Then it happened, she knew it would, there was not stopping it, she leaned over and kissed her son passionately on the lips.

She regretted it the instant their lips met, but to her surprise he kissed her back, and the next thing she knew his arms were around her and they were laying together on his bed, kissing, touching a little, consumed in each other.

She slid her hands down, slowly, waiting to see if he would let her, which he did, and finally into his pants and gripping his hard shaft. He was bigger than his farther, and the tip was already slippery with precum.

She couldn't help it; she deprived his body of his pants, leaving him exposed to her. He moaned, and slid his hands into her nightgown, stopping for a moment as he heard her gasp. Oh god, she was going to do it, she was going to let her son take her body. She let him remove her gown, glancing over to watch it fall to the floor beside her bed, and in the next moment his hands were all over her breasts, holding them, rubbing them, squeezing them.

She was getting so hot she could feel the wetness of her pussy dripping down her thighs. Mark knew what to do, just like his father, and wasted no more time, he held his dear mother tight and rolled over onto her, sucking her breasts as his hands found more places on her body to explore.

"Oh god" she gasped out of breath for the foreplay alone! She spread her legs wide and felt the head of his massive erection nuzzle her wet pussy.

"Mark" she gasped, helpless to her sons pleasures, "Mark... have... you... oh god... have you got any protection?" She had stopped taking the pill years ago, it was an expense she didn't need when she slept alone.

"Somewhere" he dismissed as he rubbed her sides and started to nibble on her nipples.

"Oh god" she knew right then it would happen with or without protection, she didn't have the willpower to stop herself as her son worked his lips over her breasts, and back to her shoulders. She hooked her legs over his, and ran her hands over his smooth, glistening back as she let him have his way with her.

Mark knew now was the time, and slowly began to insert his penis into his mother hot hole.

"Ohhhh god!" she whimpered as she felt him going in, stretching her pussy lips and invading her horny body.

He pushed forward more, sinking the entire length of his hard shaft into his mother, and she instinctively pushed her hips up to meet his. Mark grunted, pressing his pelvis hard into Kellie before starting to pump, long, deep strokes which left her breathless.

"Oh my god!" she gasped as she felt her sons unprotected penis slide in and out of her wet pussy, every stroke leaving butterflies in her tummy. Mark silenced her by kissing her again, and she held him tighter and kissed him passionately, probing his mouth with her seductive tongue. She rubbed on foot up and down Marks leg as he pounded her sweet cunt, and the teenager responded by pushing his manhood harder into her, probing the very depths of the hole he had come from so many years ago.

Kellie could feel a tingle in her stomach, and knew she would not be able to hold out much longer, not when she hadn't ever cum from masturbating, and now the feel of her hot young son pounding her wet pussy was too much.

When it happened it happened like an explosion, her womanhood erupted around her sons penis, and she left his lips and cried out in pleasure. Mark started pumping harder and faster, and she knew soon her son would not last much longer either at this rate.


"Oh god, oh god, oh god Mark" was all she could say as he continued his thrusts, his balls dripping with his mothers fluids and his penis sliding in and out of her cunt with great ease. Mark managed to last another minute, but it was all too much. He erupted inside her with a volcano of sperm filled seamen.

"Ohhhhhhhhh Mark!!!" she cried out, a hint of nervousness in her voice, "Ohhh my baby, ohhhhhhh"

She wrapped her legs around his waste and held him in place as she felt his fluids spilling into her, filling her, his warm seamen flooding her unprotected organs. Mark thrust his cock deep into her and held it tight in pace as he came, and Kellie could tell her son hadn't masturbated in a while as well, as gush after gush of cum spewed out of him and into her.

She was scared at how much he came inside her, but the pleasure overwhelmed her and made her forget any possible consequences for a time. 

Mark came for just over a minute, and the two stared into each other's eyes for a moment before he withdrew, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next few weeks went by without any further contact between woman and son except for the occasionally word. They both didn't know how to act around one another anymore, and as a result the two had become somewhat reserved around each other.

Finally Kellie found out she was pregnant, to her son; she had had no other sexual contact with anyone since that afternoon with her son.

Mark was not impressed when she told him, and made her feel guilty for him getting her pregnant.

He left home a few weeks after and moved in with a few of his friends, leaving Kellie to raise her daughter/granddaughter by herself.

Mark came back home a few years later and met his daughter for the first time, and promised Kellie to help financially to look after her, however they both agreed never to let their daughter Linda know who her real farther was.

Summer Heat



I realized I had been staring at her breasts for the last couple of minutes and that she was watching me do it.

It was one of those hot, hot days. Hot in this gray office, where of course the air conditioning had died. Hot in the truck I drove delivering big bottles of water - the water was kept cool but not the driver. Hot in the elevator surrounded by chattering secretaries. My shirt clung to me like I was in a wet t-shirt contest and my shorts rode up and clutched at my sweaty crotch. I was hot and tired and dragging myself from building to building praying the end of the day would finally come.

The problem is, when I'm tired I get horny very easily, and then I stare. My mouth opens, my eyes glaze. Usually I'd snap out of it and the woman would either ignore me or glare at me. But this one was smiling back, as dozy as I was.

Cindy, that's what her name tag said, was sitting at her desk, a headset on her head, the only person in the office. She had short red hair, a light white blouse with the sleeves rolled over her shoulders, the unbuttoned all the way. She had made no move to cover herself when I walked in. She just waved and told me where to put the water.

The thing was, her bra was tossed over the filing cabinet behind her. Her pale twin moons were only half covered by the blouse and the edges of bright red nipples peeked out like a second pair of eyes. There was a vein of sweat trailing down between her soft curves. That is what I had zoned out on.

We locked eyes for an instant and then I snapped my head back and continued to unload bottles. Now my cheeks were burning, just to add to the already sweltering heat! I lifted the last bottle and put it on the pedestal; the neck popping over the receptacle and as the bottle started to make that satisfying glug-glug-glug sound, I realized a hand was running slowly across my crotch, feeling my throbbing boner.

"I'm bored," said Cindy into my ear. "That phone hasn't rung all fucking day. I know what you want. And I like sharing."

I turned to her and she opened and dropped her blouse to the floor. Her skin was white as only red head could be.

"You want some tities?" She cradled hers out to me.

I nodded and quickly stripped off my t-shirt and shorts.

"Oh my!" she said. "You'd get in less trouble if you wore some bikini briefs."

"You'd get fucked less if you didn't grab guys by their cocks." I pulled off her shorts with one jerk and tossed them over my shoulder.

"God!" She clambered onto the desk, spreading her legs to show me her curly red pussy. "I'm so horny, but I'm so hot too!" She tossed her headset onto the chair in frustration.

Horny honey or not I knew I wasn't going to get far unless I gave her what she really wanted.

I grabbed a smaller bottle from my cart. It was still fairly cool and that should just do the trick. I snapped open the lid and stepped up to the overheated Cindy sprawled on her desk, arms open, legs spread.

"What are you doing?" she said. I raised the bottle up and held it over her. "Oh, no." She held her hands up. "Don't, it'll get everything-"

I dumped the water over her head, across her boobs, and down, soaking her pussy. As she gasped and spluttered I dragged her towards me and dumped the rest of the bottle on myself.

She had about five fans trained around the desk and the air movement across our wet skin instantly made everything cool and brought out goose bumps.

"You bastard," she said, as I slid my ice hard cock into her still steaming pussy. "You glorious bastard." She put her feet on the edge of the table and urged me on, shaking her breasts in my face, spraying me with the droplets that hung off her popped nipples.

She had a tight little snatch and quite quickly we built up some friction. We decided dogs has the right idea for the summer.

On her hands and knees on the desk, the fans blew right between her swaying knockers, across her juicy cunt and over her straining bottom as it was smacked-smacked-smacked by my smooth belly.

"Fuck me water boy!"

"Fuck you phone girl!"

We were getting into the frenzy, the last thundering banging before everything explodes when the phone rang.

I just keep going; I can feel my head running along her sugar walls. I'm really there.

Cindy doesn't stop bucking, but she grabs the headset, puts it on and then answers!

"Hel-lo. An-ders and Glea-son." I'm really pounding her now, partly because I like it and partly because I want her off the fucking phone. She can't talk straight, it's like she's pounding her chest and talking.

"No, Mrs. Glea-son. He's not, in. No-one, oh! is in."

"That noise?" I groan and slap her bottom. She glares at me but keeps sliding her ass up and down my shaft, giving little squeezes with her snatch as she goes.

"Oh my god, yes!" She's starting to twitch, raising her ass up. "I mean no! It's not Mr. Gleason. Oh my pussy, do it, do it!" I'm going all out now. "It's the water boy! That's it fuck me with it! No Mrs. Gleason, he's much bigger than Mr. Gleason! Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Goodbye Mrs. Gleason, I'm going to cum so hard!"

She collapses onto her face and hands and nice cushy boobs, but I've got her ample hips in my hands and hold her ass up to me and fuck away mercilessly until I'm shooting load after load into her. Then I pull out and spray her bottom and the small of her back and then up her spine into her hair.

There is a lot to clean up afterwards...



Summer Heat



It was the hottest summer anyone could remember. All through the southwest record temperatures were being set almost daily and wild fires raged over vast portions of some states, the grass and trees dry and brittle from the heat.

Kelly lay in bed, her naked body uncovered by the sheets. Her husband had gotten up and his rattling around near the sink had awakened her. The air?conditioning was a life saver because she knew that even at this hour of the morning it was sweltering outside. Trying to decide whether to get up out of bed now that she was awake, she stretched her arms over her head and tensed her long legs, curling her toes in the process.

Then she heard the noise from outside. Oh, no, she thought to herself, the workmen are working on that damn garage again, and so early.

Kelly sat up on the side of the bed for a moment, finally getting up and walking to the bathroom just off the bedroom.  Stopping in front of the full length mirror, she admired her body. Not bad for a 42?year?old woman, she thought. Kelly was tall, blonde, and her body was firm. She ran her hands over her 36?inch breats, lingering an extra few seconds on her soft pink nipples, just long enough to bring them to attention. Turning, she admired her heart?shaped ass, and turning back again her bottom?shaved pussy. Yes, Kelly had taken good care of herself.

She began washing her face when the noise from outside became louder. What on earth is going on out there? she wondered. 

She and hubby had decided that they were going to remodel their attached garage into a new den and they were building a new garage that was set back away from the house. The frame had been put up and it was supposed to take about a month to complete the job.

Slipping on a silk robe, Kelly walked to the balcony door and pushed it open. A blast of hot air immediately assaulted her as she stepped out onto the small ledge that overlooked the garden so she could see what was happening at the adjacent work site.

A truck had pulled into the driveway and some of the building supplies it carried had fallen off. There was some general shouting from the man in charge and a couple of his men scurried to clean up the mess.

Returning to the sink, Kelly finished her morning rituals and put on a bikini so that she could catch some sun on her little balcony before it got too hot.

The balcony was just big enough for a lounge chair and she draped a beach towel over the railing to block her body from view. No sense giving the workers too much of a show, she thought. After all, they had rudely aroused her from her bed.

Settling into the lounge, she poured the lotion over her body, letting it cascade over her ample breasts and then rubbed it in. As she lay there, the sun beat down mightily. It had to be at least 95 degrees and it was still only 9 o'clock. Looking down over the railing she watched the men working on the garage. The boss and two workers she had seen before seemed to be directing most of the work, but Kelly was most intrigued with the two new men on the scene. Two young black men seemed to be doing most of the heavy dragging and toting.

Kelly had a secret longing for black men. There was just something about them that excited her. The color of their dark skin. The shape of their features. She wasn't really sure what it was that attracted her. She had never acted on this fantasy, she was much too conservative for that, but she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to be taken by a big black stallion.

Another noise startled her from her daydream and her attention was again focused on the garage. The two black men had removed their shirts due to the heat and were banging some tools around. The sight of this brought on a warm feeling between her thighs. Their dark brown skin glistened with sweat as they went about their job. She imagined how it would feel to run her hands over their muscular chests, how it would feel to then put her fingers into her mouth and taste the salt of their sweat on them, and how it would feel to have one of them take her in his arms and pull her close to him. Without realizing it, Kelly had slipped a hand into her bikini bottom and had begun rubbing her pussy. She was so taken with this fantasy that she was soon climaxing, all the while her eyes fixed on the two men down below.

Kelly was surprised by her own actions, and maybe a little bit embarrassed, but it was clear that she was turned on completely by the men. Maybe this building project is just what I needed, she thought to herself, and giggled a little. Having errands to run and other things to do, Kelly returned to her bedroom to shower and get ready. Besides the heat was becoming unbearable.

Over the next couple of days, Kelly's mornings always included a little sun?bathing and each day she became a little bolder. The very next day she again lounged on the balcony, but this time she didn't drape a towell over the railing. And she definitely got the attention of the men below. Kelly found that she liked it when she noticed them stealing glances at her, especially when her young black bucks looked up at her. Too embarrassed to masturbate again without the cover of the towell, she still managed to become quite aroused as she rubbed more and more lotion over her body, often closing her eyes to imagine that it was the black men's hands running over her body.

On the following day, Kelly moved to the patio just off the garden. Now she was in plain sight of the workers and her string bikini brought more than just stolen glances. She saw that each of the men ogled her for extended periods as she lay there on her stomach, her ass cheeks exposed and when she untied her bikini top to let the sun have full access to her back, she was sure she heard a groan come from the direction of the garage. She raised her head a little to glance over there and exposed nearly all of her full breasts in the process. Kelly watched the two black men intently and she knew by their reaction to her that they liked what they saw. And she like what she saw too. Both men, besides being muscular, were also quite good looking. From listening to the men talking among themselves, she had also learned that their names were Michael and Jason. And that they were brothers.

Kelly knew that she had to get closer to them. And the next day she thought of a way.

The afternoon sun beat down relentlessly as Kelly approached the garage carrying a picnic thermos. She was wearing shorts and a halter top and knew that she was looking good. "I thought you men might like some iced tea," she said to the boss. She looked Michael and Jason up and down but managed to fight the impulse to reach her hand out to touch their brown chests.

The boss responded quickly, "That's mighty nice of you missus. We can always use a cool drink."

Kelly set the thermos down in the shade and said as she turned back to the house, "Just bring it back to the house when you're finished." As she walked away, Kelly could feel the eyes of the men on her body and it excited her greatly. 

Once inside the house, Kelly went to her bedroom and masturbated feverishly, all the while thinking about Michael and Jason, about them taking turns fucking her. She was dying to feel a hard black cock pounding her wet pussy and that thought made her cum hard. 

Figuring that since Michael and Jason seemed to be the gophers for the other men that one of them would be asked to bring the jug back at the end of the day. The afternoon dragged on until, finally, she saw that the men were quitting for the day and that the boss was talking to Michael and pointing toward the house. Soon she saw the brothers making their way through the garden to the patio, still shirtless, still so damn sexy.

She let them knock at the sliding door for a moment before answering it. 

"Here's your thermos, ma'am," said Michael.

"Why, thank you boys. You men have been working so hard out in this hot sun. Would you like a cool drink of water before you leave?" she said as she looked at the two of them, trying not to let her desire show through too blatantly.

"Yes, ma'am. That would be great," Jason said, as he exchanged glances with his brother.

Kelly took the thermos and walked to the sink. "Come in and slide that door closed. I don't want to let all that hot air in here," she laughed. Clad in her shorts and halter top, Kelly walked bare?footed to the refrigerator to get some cold water for them. She saw how they were looking at her and that warm feeling began to grow deep inside her once again. As she brought the glasses to them, she began to get a little flustered and, not watching where she was going, she stumbled and fell against Michael, drenching him with the water. Michael caught her before she could fall, but in the process her left breast escaped her halter top and was resting in his hand. There was a momentary silence as the three of them stood there frozen like statues, not knowing what to do. Looking up at Michael, she had such a look of wanton desire on her face that he pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply.

Kelly's knees buckled and she went limp in his arms. Her thigh was tight against the front of his pants and she felt the hardness growing beneath the fabric. Her hands instinctively moved to his crotch and she began groping at his belt and zipper.  It was as if the summer heat had moved into her body. She was on fire. She wanted these black men and she wanted them now.

As she worked on Michael's pants she felt Jason's hands on her ass, tugging at her shorts, his big hands probing between here legs. Michael quickly removed her top and his hot lips on her tits made her swoon. As her hands worked his belt, her mouth was drawn to his chest and she began licking and kissing his nipples just as she had fantasized so many times over the last few days.

Soon Kelly was naked and holding on to a hard black cock that was at least 10?inches long, shuddering at the thought of it deep inside her.

"Oh, man, Mike, this bitch is hot for it! You like black cock don't you, missus?"

The only way Kelly could answer that was to wrap her lips around the monster in her hands. Michael dropped to the floor, bringing Kelly with him. "Oh, yeh, baby, suck me, suck me, your mouth feels so good," and he grabbed her blonde head and began thrusting his huge cock into her mouth.

"Oh, jeezus, Mike, look at this sweet pussy! Baby, I'm gonna fuck you like you never been fucked before!" and with that Kelly felt Jason's hard cock plunge into her now soaking pussy.

The excitement of sucking on a huge black cock and having another one ramming her pussy, right there on the kitchen floor, was more than Kelly could endure. A great torrent of orgasm washed over her, followed quickly by another, and then another. Jason's hard cock filled her pussy and it felt so damn good.

Michael was moaning, too, and soon her mouth was being filled with his hot cum. She struggled to swallow it all down, but there was too much and some of it oozed out the side of her mouth, and down her chin.

Feeling Jason's cock stiffen and stroke more deeply into her, she pushed back just in time for him to shoot his load into her pussy, his cries of ecstacy exciting her more and more, and she came hard once more before collapsing on Michael.

"Damn, baby, gimme some of that pussy now," said Michael, as he pulled her up onto him.

"Oh, my god, you're still hard", Kelly exclaimed as she grabbed his cock and guided it into her cum?soaked pussy. Even though she was so wet and already had a pussy full of Jason's cum, Michael's massive cock was a tight fit. As she pushed down on it, she thought that it would rip her apart, but feeling it inside her was too good, too sexy, too hot for her to stop. I'll never get in all in me, she thought, but then he gave thrust of his own and pushed it into her to the hilt, causing Kelly to scream out in pleasure.

Moving her ass up and down, Kelly began convulsing as she started to cum again. This time her orgasm was so intense that she actually squirted her cum out all over Michael's cock, and that sensation drove him to cum again, his strong brown arms, pulling her tightly to him.

"Man, Mike, quit hoggin' her. Baby, I'm gonna fuck your ass real hard right now."

Electric shock waves shot through Kelly's body. She was their's and they knew it. They could do whatever they wanted with her and as often as they wanted.  And she would do whatever they asked. She was in such a sexual frenzy that she didn't care what happened or who walked in. If her hubby walked through the door right then, she would continue fucking these two black studs until the three of them couldn't move anymore. All she wanted was their cocks!

The more they made demands and the more they told her what they were going to do to her the more she came. The two men were like stallions. They each fucked her three or four times during the rest of the afternoon, in the ass, in the pussy, in the mouth, and Kelly loved it.

No, her husband didn't walk in on them, but every afternoon until the garage was finished, Michael and Jason brought back the thermos, and each afternoon, Kelly was fucked senseless by their two big black cocks.

Her husband was surprised when Kelly suddenly had a list of other renovation projects that she wanted done. Kelly knew a good thing when she had it, and she wasn't about to give it up.



Summer Heat



They returned home late in the evening. They had argued in the car over...nothing really. They had been at some dull and dreary outdoor business function, and the weather was hot and muggy making them both cross.

But important clients were there, so he had to be present to “show the flag”, be charming and generally put on smiles.  And said duty required that his lady be present as well, albeit unwillingly.

So they went.  And he had perhaps one too many gin and tonics.  And let the young female associates stand a bit closer than usual.  And laughed at their jokes a bit louder than was his custom.

And she, in turn, stood close to the young admiring males.  And laughed at their jokes.  And rested her hand on their arms, perhaps just letting a breast touch a biceps, just barely, now and then.  With the buttons of her sun dress undone perhaps one more than entirely proper.

And after it was over, sharp words are exchanged in the car. 

They returned home to find the air-conditioner has broken down.  Again.  They undress now in silence. Peeling damp clothes off their bodies and throwing them aside. 

They lie on top of the covers, naked in the heavy, warm air. The windows are open in the hope of catching any faint breeze. Laying awake in the moonlight, hearing nothing but the drone of the crickets. Close enough to feel the heat from each other, but not quite touching.

Without a word, she slowly rolls on her side and looks at him. She reaches out, tentatively, and slowly runs her fingers down the smooth center of his chest, feeling the sweat that has collected there. He pretends to be asleep.

Her hand continues downwards across his stomach. Still feigning sleep, the stirring between his legs betrays him. By the time her hand has reached it’s goal, he is fully erect, aching for her. Her touch causes him to moan, and tighten his ass, raising himself to meet her caress.

She smiles over this small victory, and grasps him, firmly stroking his hardness. This is not a time for soft gentle movements. This is sex driven by mutual need. By lust. By maddening heat.


Sliding her sweat covered hand up and down the shaft, getting him even more aroused, she leans down and bites his nipple. Hard. He gasps, and pushes her head harder into his chest, savoring the intense pleasure and pain of her bite.

She throws her leg over him, positioning herself to take him inside. She was already wet before her first touch. The moisture seeps on to his stomach.  She needs no foreplay tonight. Tonight is for passionate and driving sex.

She impales herself on him in one movement and rides his cock like a lust driven animal. She pins his shoulders to the bed, her long damp hair hanging down and trailing across his body. Then, grabbing the headboard she rises and looms over him, a succubus come in the night to steal his seed and his soul.

He returns her passion, thrust for thrust. He grabs her hips and uses her body for leverage, grinding himself into her, pushing as deep as he can get. He leans up and captures a nipple between his teeth, repaying the pleasure and pain she gave him earlier. Biting hard and sucking at the same time.  She cries out as a wave of sensations rolls over her.

In one smooth movement he rolls her to her back.  Seeing the glass of ice water on the bed stand, he fishes out a half-melted cube.  He straddles her, to keep her from getting away, He slowly teases her with it.  First brushing it across her lips, letting her lick it.  Then circling first one nipple, watching it pucker, then moving to the other.  Slowly trailing it down her stomach, pausing at her navel, letting it fill with cool water.  Then continuing downwards, he slides it over her smooth shaved pubis.  First along the crease at the top of one thigh, then the other.  Slowly bringing the sliver of ice closer to her center, letting it flow into her.

As it melts to nothing, he finds a replacement.  He quickly pushes it between the top of her lips, rubbing it against her hard clitoris.  As she wriggles and tries to pull away, he pushes it more firmly into place.

And then he slides it between her lips, deep inside her.

He spreads her legs now, and slides into her.  First feeling the slick heat of her outer vagina, then, sliding deeper, the tip of his cock touching the cooler deep interior.  And as he pushes still deeper inside, he touches the melting sliver of ice with the tip.  Incredible sensations, those.  Heat around the shaft, cool at the ridge of the head, and ice at the tip.  With a groan he begins moving hard and fast.

Now he is the incubus, come to take her in the dark. He rides her, thrusting and grinding, hands sliding along her sweat covered body.   The incredible feeling as he moves from heat to cold and back again.  

She throws her legs back and then over his shoulders. She wants him as deep as he can get when his cum flows into her. Her own orgasms start, going off like trip-hammers in her body, one spasm after another shaking her, wrenching screams of pleasure from her.

Her sounds and her spasms drive him over the edge. He spills into her, filling her to overflowing. His mind is a blank. Only a white roar exists in his head. Only the need to have her, and put his seed inside her.

They both return to the present, slowly.  Their breathing slows.  They feel the hot stickiness that joins them. They savor the slick feel wherever their skin touches.

He bends down and softly kisses her.   Then gently bites her neck, sucking as he does so, leaving a mark where all will see it and know what she has been doing.  

He rolls off her.   And sliding his fingers into her, he removes the ice cube.  He slowly sucks on it for a moment, then slides it into her waiting mouth.

They lay, close enough to feel the heat from each other, but not quite touching. 

The sweat cooling on their skins.

And their hands move towards each other, the smallest fingers just touching, and wrapping around each other.

They have argued about...nothing really. 

But they will always be together.



Summer heat



I was staying at my Aunt's place in Sydney for the during the December holidays. It was a hot day and sweat was trickling off my face. I wore a little tank top with some "Rip Curl" board shorts. I lay on the lounge room floor watching TV with my two double cousins, Simon and Lola. My father's brother had married my mother's sister, and our families were having our annual Christmas get together. Aunt Lucy's house was heaven. Not only was it near Sydney's beaches with a wonderful balcony on a third floor overlooking the sea on one side and the city on the other, but they had a big pool outside as well. I wasn't really watching TV though. That's what I was pretending to do. I was really watching Simon. 

Simon had darkish red hair and greenish eyes like mine. He wore a Hawaiian shirt which was a little daggy but forgivable, and some board shorts. What I liked was his perfect body. It was what you expected of a young guy who liked to surf.  "I'm taking Lola Christmas shopping." My Aunt announced, "I want you two to be good while I'm away."

"We will!" replied Simon, his eyes quickly darting around to meet mine. He caught me for a second, and our eyes flirted. Almost if he could read me, he said, "It's hot. I'm going to jump back in the pool." 

I heard Lola and Lucy leave the house, and I want upstairs to the room I was staying in. I searched through my messy suitcase for a pair of decent bikinis. I pulled out a nice bright red pair with blue flowers on them that tied at the back with some string. Just before going back downstairs and outside to the pool, I checked my hair in the mirror. It was long and reddish and curled down below my shoulders. 

Simon was sitting on the edge of the water, with his T-shirt off. His body was so well formed, he looked like a model in a human biology anatomy book. His six packs were visible even with him slouching slightly. He playfully whistled at me. "It's almost a shame you're my cousin." 

I stood my the edge of the pool, undecided whether to jump or dive... His body picked itself up and darted over to me, and before I could blink I was being thrown into the water. I gave a quick scream before feeling the water encompassing my body and some of it going up my nose. As I tried to come up for air, I felt his arms around my waist. He let go of his grip on me and let me surface.

Laughing, I hung on to him. His arms pulled my body back behind him and I found myself mounting his shoulders. Then I realised that something was missing. I looked down, and saw that my chest was bare. I plunged into the water to cover my nakedness. 

"Oh, are you looking for these?" Simon asked. He pulled my bikini top out of his board shorts. 

"Simon, that's not funny." I told him.

Simon forced me up against the side of the pool. My arms spread out as though I was pinned down and he was wrestling with me. He placed his head down between my breasts and started kissing me. I shoved his head forcefully away from me. 

"That's so wrong, Simon." I said. 

"You were watching me the whole way through the movie," he said, "I bet you can't even remember what we were watching." 

His reddish hair had turned a darker shade of brown in the water. I was overcome with feeling when I was held In his big arms. I leaned forward and kissed him. He reciprocated, and before long we had our arms around each other with our tongues wrapping around each other. 

"I want you," he said, "more than my own girlfriend."

"I want you more than anything." I replied, "but I know its weird." I felt my hand going into his board shorts, touching his cock. I let my fingers play with the head of his cock and caressing his balls. I saw him leaning backwards in the water with his head, moaning. Then he pulled down my bikini pants. 

"Nice." He commented. His fingers slipped inside me easily. Then he forced himself up against me.

"You shouldn't." I said, "What if...do you have any protection?"

His gentle kisses up and down my neck and his head on my shoulder sent ripples through my body. He went under water and blew bubbles across me between my legs. I laughed. He floated on top of the water whilst I tried to stroke his shaft. I wanted to go the whole way. 

Simon hauled himself out of the water. He moved so smoothly, the way he placed his arms on the pool edge and pulled his body up so I could see his buttocks and muscles in his legs. "Stay there." He said. 

He came back with a condom in a little package. He grabbed me by the arms, pulling me out of the water like a drowned fish and lay me by the side of the pool. "Can you pretend I'm a lifesaver and you're drowning?" He asked. He gave me some more mouth-to mouth and then He lay his body on top of my naked body. "You're so beautiful," he said, "you look like a mermaid."

"I want a fuck." I told him bluntly. 

He gave me the condom and I rolled it onto him. He lapped up some the wetness between my legs as I dug my fingernails into his back and then plunged himself into me. I felt my body closing around his, and the tightness. His cock was a little big for me, but it felt good. I began to cum and my eyes rolled back in my head, as I could no longer take it. The fact he was my cousin made it even sexier and naughtier. After our little exercise, I rolled over and lay on top of him. 

"What'll we do?" He asked, "I'm in love with you."

I kept my hand on his groin.

"Keep it a secret." I warned him. 

"I want to fuck you more often." He told me. 

My ears twitched slightly as I heard the engine of a car pull into a driveway and the crunching of a break. Lucy and Lola must be back home from shopping Simon pulled his pants back on and dived into the pool to get my bikini which had been submerged and left on the bottom. He dressed me as if I was a doll. 

"Tonight," I promised him. I kissed his lips shut.  



Summer Heat



It is a hot summer night, and the air is thick and humid, like a heavy blanket you cannot escape. Sleep evades you as you lay restless upon your bed. Even without the covers over you, the sweat beads across your brow. You look over at your bedside clock, and silently curse. This is going to be a long night.

In frustration you rise to seek out relief from this oppressive heat. "Maybe a nice cool bath will help." You slowly make your way to the bathroom, shedding your night gown on the way. At first, you turn on the light, but its brightness hurts your eyes, so you retrieve a candle from the cabinet, and light that instead. In the dim light of the candle, you fill the tub, and slowly sink into the water, letting it cool your heated body. 

"Mmmmmm, yes..." you relax into the tub, enjoying the repast from the squelching heat. You close your eyes and rest...

I come to you, then, as a dream, gently holding you in tender arms. I caress you, letting my hands roam freely across your delicate frame. You shiver in anticipation as my hands glide close to your most sensitive places, only to turn away at the last moment. Yearning for my touch, you arch your back in hopes of drawing my attention to your eager breasts. Slowly my hands move toward them, dragging out your anticipation as long as I dare.

Finally, my fingers find their way to your soft bosom. You gasp slightly as my hands envelope the soft white flesh. My fingers lightly brush your nipples as I gently squeeze your beautiful breasts. You feel my body pressed behind you as I pull your delicate form close to me. I lightly kiss your shoulder as you take my hands in yours. I massage your delicate flesh as my mouth works its way up your neck, touching every inch with my lips and tongue. Slowly you turn your face toward mine, as my mouth works its way to yours. As my hand slides gently down your belly, our lips meet for the first time.

Your breath catches slightly as my gentle fingers approach your longing folds. You feel the passion rise up within you as my touch invades your wetness. The smallest moan escapes your mouth as my palm rubs against your swollen clit, igniting the fire within you. You squeeze my hand against your breast as I work my magic between your thighs with the other. Passionately, I kiss you, letting my tongue slip past your lips as my finger penetrates your delicate folds. You press your body tight to mine as we ride this wave of lust. You pull your mouth from mine to let out a stifled cry as my fingers drive you closer to the edge. Shuddering in ecstasy, you press my hand into your hungry pussy. You grind my palm against your clit as your body takes control, bucking its way through your first orgasm. Time stands still.

You turn to face me now, your eyes filled with animal lust. I know what you want, but I am not ready to give that to you yet. You still need more attention, and I going to see that you get it.

We embrace again, and kiss each other deeply. I slowly start to work my way down, kissing your chin, then your neck. I begin to kiss your chest as my hands caress your breasts again. Slowly, purposely, I kiss your breasts, working my way to the tips. I take a rigid nipple into my mouth, and run my tongue around it, sucking gently on the flesh. You moan in excitement as my mouth feeds the fire within you. "Oh, God.." you whimper as my mouth finds its way down your belly to your heated quim.

Gently, but firmly, I begin to lick your delicate folds. My tongue traces along the edges at first, teasing your heated desire, then deeper I probe, tasting your sweet juices on my lips. Your hand presses my head close to you as my mouth works your fiery passion. I take your sensitive clitoris into my hot mouth and begin to gently suck, rubbing it with my tongue as I do. Now, both of your hands are on my head pulling me tightly into you. Still sucking, I slip a finger into your slippery twat. You groan sexily as my finger strokes your forsaken depths. Gently I insert a second finger, fucking you hard with my hand. I increase my work on your clit, driving you closer and closer toward a second climax. You fuck yourself against my face, covering me in your juices. I carefully slip in a third finger, filling your hole with my hand. You fuck my fingers like a woman gone mad, as my mouth plays relentlessly against your swollen clit. You begin to moan loudly as the your flood of juices covers my face and hand. Your mind becomes a blur as the climax hits you full force.

I gently lay you back, and rise to admire your beauty. Spreading your legs wide, I position myself above you. Slowly, gently, I enter you. "YESSSsssss" you hiss as my manhood penetrates your quivering hole. You grab my ass and pull me closer, driving my cock deeply into you. I take the hint and begin to drive myself harder and harder into your hungry depths. You wrap your legs around me and hold on tightly as the next waves of ecstasy overtake you. My breath becomes ragged with the effort as we love each other. Heavily, I drive into you, making you groan at every thrust. You close your eyes, tightly as you come fiercely.

You pant in exhaustion, ready for a break, but unwilling to stop. I help you turn around so that I can enter you from behind. You lay down your head and arch your back, making your ass stand out for the taking. I slide in behind you filling you again with my flesh. You groan heavily as my cock enters you. This time there is no gentleness, as I plunge myself into you, driving deeply into your greedy vagina. You push back in abandon, meeting my every thrust with a shout of ecstasy. "OH, GOD! YES! YES!" you scream as I slam you from behind. Your voice echoes in the distance, as our passion increases to a furious pace. Your pussy contracts tightly around me and you come violently, yet again. The pleasure of feeling you come is too much for me. I release my load deep within you....

Reality comes slowly back to your mind, as you lay exhausted in the tub. You reluctantly drain the tub and wrap yourself in a towel. You blow out the candle and walk back to your bed. You lay back down on the bed and close your eyes. Just as you begin to drift off into peaceful slumber you catch a hint of my cologne.



Summer Heat



It was blistering hot. One of those walking on the surface of the sun sort of days. Within an hour of repairing a fence on the northern pasture, I was stripped down to my jeans and soaking in a pool of sweat. After driving in the final nail, I thankfully collected my tools and climbed into the cab of the pickup for the short drive back to the house.

When I got home, I recognized Kate's blue BMW convertible parked in the driveway. Kate was my wife, Susie's, best friend. I always teased them about being lesbian lovers more for my benefit than theirs. On many occasions, as I tended to the lonely work of the ranch, I had fantasized about my wife and Kate being together.

The house was dark and cool. I could hear music playing out back and the girls giggling on the sundeck. Given that our closest neighbor was two miles away, the girls often took advantage of hot days to work on their tans from our upper deck.

"Could you guys keep it down?" I joked. "The neighbors are starting to complain about the noise."

"Yeah right," bantered Kate. "You just wanted an excuse to come out here and check out us two gorgeous babes." Kate wasn't too far from the truth. Susie and Kate were indeed gorgeous. Both tall and slender and evidence of their recent workouts was visible in the feminine curves of their legs. In public, Susie is very conservative with her swimsuit selection, but out here on the deck both girls had selected the skimpiest of suits possible. It took my greatest level of concentration not to stare at Kate's ample bosom as it threatened to spill out of the top of her obviously overwhelmed bikini top. 

"You caught me." I smiled. "That and I wanted a beer." I lifted the top of the cooler and fished out a long necked bottle. Holding the bottle to the side of my face, I let the icy water run down my neck and chest, giving me the briefest relief from the heat. Five empties were already lined up next to the cooler. Two were usually Susie's limit, yet it was only three o'clock. 

"Why don't you strip down and join us," Susie asked. 

"Yeah," teased Kate. "We were just about rub oil on each other."

"I'd love to," I said, feeling a stirring in my jeans. "But I need a shower first." 

"If you wait a bit, we'll join you." Susie's eyes twinkled. Both girls knew they were pushing the right buttons, but being sore and tired I wasn't going to take the bait. 

"That's alright," I said. "I don't think I'm man enough to handle the likes of you two." 

"That's ok," giggled Kate. "We'll do most of the work ourselves." Both girls erupted in laughter as I pulled one more beer from the cooler and headed back inside. 

I turned the water on in the shower and walked out to the bedroom to pull off my clothes. I went to pull the shades on the window and realized that not only were both girls easily visible from our bedroom, but that they had also taken off their bikini tops after I had left. I felt slightly guilty at my voyeurism, but I also couldn't turn away from this incredible sight. The two girls were exceptionally beautiful. Susie's breasts were perfectly rounded. Her nipples were a darker shade of pink and really stood out when she was aroused. Kate's breasts were a larger version of the same. From my vantage point, I watched as both girls applied liberal amounts of tanning lotion to their breasts which based on their tan lines had not seen the sun in quite sometime. Their hands moved in small circular motion as they worked the oil deep into their skin. 

My cock was straining uncomfortably against the confines of my jeans, so I unbuttoned my pants and let them slide down off my hips, all the while never taking my eyes from the two women below. My hard dick bounced thankfully free from my pants, a drop of pre-cum already glistening on its tip. I reached into the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a tube of lubricant. After squeezing out about a dime's size amount into my left hand, I began rubbing the lubricant along my rigid shaft. Kate had positioned herself with her legs spread toward the window. The thin fabric of her bikini bottoms barely covered her pussy. I imagined what it would be like to be sandwiched in between these two beautiful women. My rhythmic stroking increased as I pictured the two girls on their knees taking turns sucking on my cock. Suddenly, I felt the pressure in my balls gather as my fist became a jackhammer on my cock. My body stiffened and I had to suppress a moan of pleasure as I shot a hot stream of cum onto the glass pane of the window. I quickly withdrew into the shadows of the room as I thought I saw Susie looking up at the bedroom, but then I figured I must have imagined it as she turned her head the other way without saying anything. Grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom, I cleaned up the evidence of my guilt before getting into the shower.

I had not been in the shower long when I thought I heard noise coming from outside the bathroom. What the hell were the doing, I wondered. 

"Can we come in?" Susie said. Her voice muffled the other side of the door.

"Just a minute," I called back. "I'm almost done." 

"What?" Susie asked opening the door. "We couldn't hear you."

"I said I'm almost done." Suddenly, both girls walked into the tiny shower room. Through the fogged glass of the shower stall, I could see that they were both naked. Even though I just finished myself off a few minutes ago, I felt my cock beginning to stir again. 

"We have to get ready for that benefit we're going to tonight. So we need to get cleaned up." Susie said.

"Yeah," agreed Kate. "But we thought maybe we'd get dirty first." Again, both girls laughed and one of them flipped the lights off creating a complete blanket of darkness. I heard the door to the shower slide open and both girls stepped in. 

"You don't mind do you Sweetie," Susie asked. 

"Uhh-hh no," I stammered. Did I mind? I had actually been fantasizing about this just a few minutes ago. 

In the darkness we became one mass of groping flesh. I felt one of the girls slide past me so that I was sandwiched in between. Leaning forward, I found one of Kate's large breasts being lifted to my mouth. Taking the nipple between my teeth, I sucked the hard nub into my mouth. "Oh, yes." I heard Kate moan softly. "That's it." Kate pulled my head down to her chest smashing my face between her two huge tits.

Meanwhile, Susie had positioned herself behind me and was bringing my cock back to life with her soft stroke. I felt her grind her pelvis against me as she ran a bar of soap along the shaft of my cock. "Yeah Baby," Her breath was hot and slurred next to my ear. "Suck on those big tits!" Her hand quickened it's pace on my dick as I moaned in reply.

Straightening up, I turned my attention to my wife. My eyes had become adjusted to the darkness and I could see that she had two fingers buried deep inside her pussy and was working them feverishly in and out. Taking Susie's boobs in both hands I began kneading her flesh and kissing each mound. Behind me, Kate had taken the soap and was massaging her breasts with the bar. 

When the hot water began to give way to cold, we stepped out of the shower and took turns toweling each other off. Both girls had obviously too much to drink as the stumbled their way into the bedroom. Falling onto the bed generated more laughter as the struggled against each other to sit up. I was tremendously aroused by the accidental touching that was taking place as Susie's hands momentarily fell across Kate's imposing rack. 

But then something happened that I was not prepared for. The girlish giggling evaporated in a second as both girls simultaneously realized how good the other's body felt. What was once innocent, accidental touches suddenly became full fledged groping. Susie's hand slid between Kate's thighs and began exploring her most intimate of places. Kate responded by cradling Susie's face between her hands. Kate's mouth planted on Susie's lips as she worked Susie into one of the most intense open mouthed kisses I'd ever seen. Their tongues frantically, almost desperately exploring the inside of the other's mouth. As they gave way to their desires, their legs became intertwined with each girl rubbing her swollen crotch on the other's thigh. After a few moments, Susie withdrew from their passionate embrace. "I've wanted to do this for so long," she said smiling at Kate just before burying her face between Kate's pendulous breasts. Kate moaned pleasurably and wrapped her hand around the back of Susie's head; smashing my wife's face into her tits. 

"Oh God." Kate moaned. "I'm glad you didn't wait any longer. You're mouth feels so good on my tits!"

The girls continued to playfully roll around on the bed, using their hands, mouths, and legs to pleasure themselves. At one point, Susie pushed Kate on her stomach and then climbed on her back and began humping Kate from behind. With both girls' pussies exposed and glistening with wetness, I took my opportunity and entered Susie from behind. She gasped with pleasure and surprise as if she had forgotten that I was even in the room. Pulling my cock out, dripping with Susie's juices, I then plunged deep inside Kate's open gap. Both girls were so wet from their recent romp that I my cock was able to easily slide in and out of each of them. With the two girls stacked on top of each other, I alternated between fucking one and then the other. I would bury my cock deep inside one, pull out and do the same to other. Susie had grabbed a hold of Kate's breasts and was riding her like a cowboy while each girl writhed in pleasure. 

Suddenly, Susie rolled off of Kate and directed me to lie down on the bed. "You've had your fun," she said. "Now it's our turn." With me flat on my back, Susie climbed on top of my cock, her hips undulating in small circles. 

Kate meanwhile positioned herself above my face. "Lick my wet cunt," she commanded. Using my tongue, I explored ever crevasse of her clean shaven slit. While I sucked on her erect clitoris. While I went to work, Kate leaned across and was sucking on Susie's nipples. I could tell Susie was getting close erupting as her rocking motion intensified on my cock. "Oh," she moaned. "That's it. That feels soooo good. 

"Do you like watching your husband's tongue in my pussy?" Kate asked. 

"Yess," moaned Susie in reply. "Fuck his face!" Kate lowered herself onto my face enveloping me in her sweet wetness. My tongue was buried deep between her swollen lips. Both girls were moaning loudly as they ground themselves on top of me. I felt Kate's movement intensify as she rocked into a massive orgasm on my face. 

"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" Kate cried out. Suddenly I was completely soaked by her juices as Kate came all over my face.

The combination of Kate's climaxing on my face and her exclamations of passion must have triggered something in Susie as she began impaling herself up and down on my shaft.

"That's it!" Urged Kate. "Ride that big cock, Baby." Kate lifted off my face and I watched as she began twisting Susie's nipples while Susie cupped and fondled her own breasts to keep them from bouncing out of control. 

Susie's eyes were clamped closed as she reveled in a massive orgasm. Her pussy clinched around my cock as if she were going to pull it up by its root. I felt my balls tighten and my whole body contract as I exploded inside my wife's hot cunt. 

Once Susie's orgasm subsided, her rhythm slowed considerably, but she continued riding my flagging penis; milking it for every drop it had until finally I slipped out. I lay back on the bed in between the two girls. 

"Wow!" Kate said. The disbelief at what had just taken place apparent in her voice. 

"Yeah, I know," conceded Susie. "That was pretty scary."

"What do we do now?" Kate asked.

"Pray for a long summer and hot water!" Susie laughed while taking Kate by the hand and leading her back into the shower. 

I made a personal note to never complain about those blistering hot days any more because you just never know what might happen.



Summer Heat



July was just the way she loved it, mid nineties, hot and humid. While everyone in town that morning complained of the heat, she reveled in it. She found it sensual and seductive lying naked in the blazing sun, covered in oil and sweat, her tan glistening. 

Her beach. She’d found the secluded spot quite by accident. The sand almost a pure white, the water calm as it washed ashore, and completely secluded. Having come here for better than two weeks now she’d never seen any trace of another human being there. After the first week, she’d become secure enough to lie at the edge of the water, naked, to sunbathe. 

Stripping her clothes from her sweat soaked body; she walked into the cool lake water, wetting herself, and finally slipped beneath the water, swimming for a bit, before she emerged and slathered herself with oil, enjoying the feel of it against her skin, and the exhilarating smell of coconut. She felt so alive here, naked with nature. Spreading a towel at the edge of the water, she lay down on her back, so that her legs and feet met the cool water as it lapped against the beach. She found the water caressing her soothing, and she closed her eyes, falling asleep. 

He’d been watching her for days now. 

He figured her to be somewhere in her thirties. Long, thick brown hair, with red highlights that dazzled in the sun. He even had a little bet going with himself that she washed her hair in coconut-scented shampoo. The smell of the coconut oil she rubbed into her body always drifted up to him where he sat hid from her sight. Almost bronze, her tan so deep, he figured she always tanned nude, for there was not a tan line to be seen. She was of average height, and slender, pretty, her mouth moist with a pale pink lipstick. Her breasts were full and firm, her stomach flat and her shaved pussy intrigued him. He’d never been with a woman without a bush. 

Since he first spied on her, he knew he would have her. Every minute of his days and nights had been spent plotting or fantasying about her. Damn, just watching or thinking about the woman and he was hard, finding he’d have to take care of himself, or go pump himself into his wife…the frigid princess, he called her. There was nothing soft or sensual about his wife. He couldn’t even remember why he married her. 

He looked at the things he’d brought with him and smiled. Shit, he was gonna go seduce the lady with a picnic basket. He’d purchased the most expensive bottle of wine in the liquor store, stopping by the grocery to buy strawberries, apples and even some kiwi, along with various cheeses. Then he’d gone to a department store, bought the wicker basket, two crystal wine glasses, with matching crystal plates and cloth napkins. He hadn’t spent this much time nor put that much thought into anything for years. Forty years old and now his cock was dictating his life. But from the looks of the woman sprawled on the beach before him…he had the distinct feeling he would not be disappointed. Pulling himself up, he grabbed his basket and began working his way to the beach, wondering how he was going to keep his rock hard cock under control for a bit longer. 

Setting the basket down as he reached the beach, he whipped his polo shirt off, kicked off his sandals and walked to his bathing beauty and knelt beside her. Sound asleep, her lips were slightly parted, her breathing easy and he watched for a moment as her breasts gently rose and fell with each breath she took. Her hair fanned against the towel, and he reached over and ran his fingers through the thick waves of softness. His cock throbbed, imprisoned in his tight swim trunks, and he changed positions, allowing himself some relief. 

He traced a finger over her forehead and down her face, outlining her lips. He smiled as her warm breath touched his fingers, and the moisture from her lipstick stained his fingertips. She moved slightly at his light touch, a soft sigh escaped her lips, humming against his touch. Beads of sweat swam with the coconut oil that coated her body, and he let his stare rake over every inch of her. He’d never wanted a woman more than he did her. 

Before he lost total control, he got up to get the basket, bringing it back just a few feet from his sleeping beauty, and he set about arranging their little “love feast.” Pouring the wine, he sipped the cool sweetness and walked back over to her, and lay down, propping himself up on an elbow and watched her. Several minutes passed by, he was completely mesmerized by her…aching to touch her, taste her…and pour himself into her. 

Slowly, he tipped his glass and trickled wine across her breasts, her nipples hardening as it dribbled down and around her firm, full, succulent orbs. She moved again slightly, rolling her head towards him, a smile touching her lips. Again he took his glass, spilling the wine onto her body, watching it run down her flat stomach and pool around her naval before finding its way between her legs. He heard her sharp intake of breath and glanced quickly back at her face. She was still sleeping, but he could see a sexual tension tugging at her. 

. 

Lying back beside her, he saw her legs had parted, giving him access to her golden pussy. The tide was rising, and he watched as the water covered her feet and legs, tickling her almost to her knees. Her body responded to the gentle rush of water and she moved her body, soft moans coming from deep inside of her. He tilted his wine glass, and spilled it against her breasts, and as the wine made its course down her body, he fingers followed it. Her skin was soft, silky underneath his fingers…and his seduction was pulling her from her sleep, slowly. She moved into his hand as it traced the lines the wine had left. 

His fingers glided over her golden mound, and rubbed deeper, his fascination growing at the soft skin, and he groaned at the feel of her, the sight of her and her legs moved and she began arching towards the teasing he gave her. Looking up at her, the smile on her face, seeing her breathing grow more rapid as he played, he brushed her lips with his, then began running his tongue over her smile. Kitten moans of pleasure echoed in his ears as she responded to his kisses, parting her lips, and his tongue danced against hers, savoring the mint taste of her mouth. 

Damn, he didn’t even know her name. He watched as she stirred, as her sleep left her and her eyes slowly opened, squinting in the sun, and she shadowed them with a slender hand. 

She woke from a wonderful dream of being seduced, with water and fingers, which seemed to dance on her skin. She could feel her wetness between her legs, and it wasn’t from the water, or from the summer heat that dampened her body. Her nipples were hard and she ached from unspent passion. As her eyes adjusted to the glaring brightness of the day, she felt him…before she saw him. His raw masculinity spoke. 

Dark hair, a beard shadowing his handsome chiseled features, his eyes a smoking green. She allowed her gaze to travel to his tanned torso, noted the firmness of his muscles, the dark hair curling on his chest, and she took in the bulge barely hidden behind his swim trunks. He rolled away from her and she admired his legs, the dark hair against his tan, the muscles flexing with his movement. 

Before she could move, he’d rolled back to her and brought a plump strawberry to her mouth. Mischief…twinkled with the desire she saw in his eyes, and deciding she was quite safe, not to mention the aching in her for a man, she took the strawberry between her teeth, biting down and letting its juice trickled down her chin. The strawberry was sweet….cool and juicy. It was sensual, and she felt her body flush from the thoughts that came to her. 

He fed her strawberries, his eyes seldom leaving hers, except when he would feel her body stir to her own secret thoughts, and he would have to watch…see her trace her breasts with her hand or rub it across her stomach. His gasped when without warning, she had brought her hand to his chest, her long nails teasing his nipples, barely touching, yet his body burned with lust. 

Slowly she traveled the length of his torso, her fingertips sailing over his finely detailed muscles, stopping to dip into his naval. He closed his eyes as she explored him, almost holding his breath, sinking into her touch. She played with the waistband around his trunks, her body moving towards him, asking for his caress. 

A kiss upon her lips and he dropped his head, circling a hardened nipple, his hand running along the curve of her waist. Slowly, he nibbled and licked, her body arching towards him, begging for more, until he sucked the firm nipple into his mouth. She tasted of wine and coconut, and he sucked the nipple deeper into his mouth, licking harder, his tongue flicking over her nipple, anxious to taste just her skin. His deep moans were muffled as he buried his face in her breasts and his hands stroked her body, pulling her closer. 

She watched him as he worshipped first one taut nipple then the next, delighting in how he could come at her gently, then possessed her, sucking harder, his tongue flicking faster against her erect nipples. Her body flamed with desire. She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair, and trailed them across his back, her nails lightly grazing his hot skin. She drew a long leg up over his hip and pulled herself tight against him, rubbing against the bulge he still kept hidden. 

Sitting with her leg thrown over him, he felt the heat from her pussy as she pushed her mound against him. God, she was wet. Her nails raking across his back, her playing with his hair…teasing his earlobe, the feel of her body crushing against him caused him to tremble. Her body was quivering beneath his hands and mouth. 

He slowly stood up, bringing him with her, and carried her to the blanket he’d spread earlier up the beach. Laying her down, he spread her legs, and knelt between the V. Her pussy glistened in the sun, moist from the oil…wet from his play. He smiled at her, and began lightly running his fingers over her inner thighs, let them slide over her bare, tanned mound and then he parted her wet lips and his thumb found her clit. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his back, pulling him to her. 

He ran the tip of his tongue along her slit, nibbling at her lips, then sought her clit. Just as he’d done with each nipple he started gently, increasing the pressure, sucking her clit, flicking his tongue against it, harder and harder. Slipping two fingers into her, he quickly found her g-spot and teased her, her hips thrusting her up to meet his advances. He buried his face deeper into her, her smell, her juices covering his face and he drove his fingers deeper inside of her. Faster, harder…knowing she was on the edge, he continued until her body exploded in climax. 

With one hand, he stripped the trunks from his body, his cock throbbing as it fell free, and he positioned himself over her. She reached up, running her hand the length of his rod, stroking him. Her finger rubbed against his head, and she looked up at him, as she brought her now wet finger to her mouth, sucking off the precum that she’s wiped from his cock. He wanted her mouth around his dick, and she knew it. She moved from under him, as he rolled on his back, and she went to claim him. 

Kneeling over him, she took him in her hand, her fingers enjoying the smooth skin stretched over his hardness. She brushed her tongue along his head, and she smile as his body jerked towards her, and she heard him groan with pleasure. Licking the length of him, circling his cock with her tongue, and then sucking his balls, gently in and out of her mouth, as her hand worked his shaft. His hand caught in her hair, urging her to take him in her mouth. 

She looked up at him, smiled at the look on his face, and slowly wrapped her lips around his head, and began sucking him, taking his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. His moans grew loader, and he found her rhythm and thrust his shaft into her hot mouth. Her hands found his balls, massaging them, lightly, then harder…back and forth. Deeper and harder, he fed her his cock. She loved the way he twisted her hair around his fingers, the way he tenderly massaged her neck. She felt him swelling, and she sucked harder, taking him deep in her throat, and he shot his jism into her mouth. She swallowed it all; he tasted so good. 

She got up and straddled him, a smile on her face, rubbing her mound deep into him, then reached into the basket and pulled an apple from the basket and took a bite. He smiled, his eyes dancing with laughter and excitement, as she offered him a bite of the fruit…the summer was going to get much hotter…



Summer Heat



It has been one hell of a hot summer, I thought to myself as I turned the corner to finish the walk with my little dog. I looked down and caught sight of her little pink tongue nearly hitting the ground, she was so hot.

"Come on girl, just find any place to pee so we can go back to our air conditioning," I scolded her as I swiped my arm across my forehead. I gave her leash a tug as we passed yet another tree apparently not good enough.

Finally, about three blocks later, she found a rock that must have had another dog's scent because now it had Daphne's. "Good dog," I said as we turned and started home. Juggling the keys, the leash, and the doorknob, I could hear the phone ringing as we entered our cool house. Growling to myself a little as I kicked the door shut and dropped leash and keys as I ran for the phone. I had to smile as I glanced at the caller ID before picking up the phone.

"Hi baby, what's up?" I said when I answered the phone.

"I got some good news, I'll be home tomorrow," Mark said with a smile in his voice.

"No way, you're kidding?" I asked, afraid he might be joking.

"No, I'm not. I leave in the morning."

I sat down with the phone - afraid I might fall down - finally he was coming back, I sighed to myself.

"Meet me at the airport tomorrow afternoon?" he asked.

"Definitely, see you tomorrow, love ya!" I said as we rang off.

The drive to the airport the next day was through stifling heat. I parked, picked Daphne up and carried her in to meet Mark. We were blocked at the airport door by a security guard pointing at Daphne.

"It's 100 degrees in my car. You go sit out there," I argued.

"I'm sorry but dogs are not allowed in the airport terminal," the guard said. "Tie him up out front,"

"Fine but if she gets kidnapped I'll hold the airport responsible," I said as I headed back through the front door. I could hear the guard sigh as I stomped out, tied Daphne up and slammed the door as I came back in. I knew I was being childish but, in this weather, I didn't really give a shit. People are always told not to leave their pets and kids locked in a hot car and, since she was such a small dog, I hoped they would let me carry her in – and I was truly worried someone might take her.

"Can't go anywhere without raising a commotion, can you?" I heard a voice say from off to my side.

"Mark!" I practically screamed as I ran over to him, all my irritation from the last two years of waiting melted away in an instant. As I reached him I couldn't stop staring up into his beautiful blue eyes, filled with two years worth of love, lust, you name it.

"It's good to see you Jen," he said breathlessly.

"You too baby," I said as I slid my arms around his sexy six-foot body for a hug. My five-foot frame fit snugly against him as my breasts pressed into his chest. He slid his arms around my back to pull me tighter into our welcoming hug.

Mark's hand wound into my long blonde hair as he tugged my head back to stare longingly into blue, green eyes. "Mmmm, baby, I've missed you " I breathed as my love and passion-filled eyes gazed into his.

Then we both stepped back a pace. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" Mark whispered.

"Probably about what you're doing to me," I said as I glanced down at my nipples poking all the way through my bra and sundress. I giggled a little as I watched Mark stuff his hand in the pocket of his jeans to hide his erection. Hand in hand, we made our way out of the airport. I smiled as we passed the guard, who looked ready to let me bring in a whole dog pound if I wanted. He had caught our act and smiled back knowingly as he watched us leave.

"Damn, it's hot," Mark said as we climbed into my car and headed for my house.

"Could be hotter," I said with an evil grin as I reached over into his lap to run my fingertips teasingly along the line of his zipper. I couldn't wait to get my hands all over him as I felt his cock harden to my touch. My breath caught as he placed his hand over mine and squeezed my fingers tighter to the bulge in his pants.

His foot hit the accelerator faster as he growled at me, "Girl, you're asking for trouble. He then pushed my hand away as he smiled into my eyes. I laughed as he cranked up the air conditioning.

When we got to my place, we put Daphne in the backyard under an enormous shade tree with a big bowl of cool water. Then we made our way into the house. "I made some sandwiches and a fresh salad before I left the house. I figured you might be hungry after your flight," I said as I opened up the refrigerator and began taking out the fixings for lunch.

"Sounds delicious," Mark said as he eyed the sinuous movements of my body, beneath the light blue summer dress I wore, around the kitchen. For nearly an hour we ate, talked about his recent happenings overseas in the military, and what was going on with my job at the hotel. As I took a sip of iced tea I nearly choked on desire as I watched him remove his t-shirt. He just sat there and smiled as he watched my eyes sparkle with need. I couldn't take my eyes off his masculine beauty as I traced the line of hair between his nipples down to the tabletop, where I couldn't see any farther. 

"Come here, Jenny," Mark said as he watched me fidgeting on the other side of the table.

"Mmm, baby," I said, walking slowly around the table to stand in front of him. 

I've missed you too," Mark said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap. He nuzzled his face into my neck as he breathed in the scent of my body. I heard him murmur, sending tiny electric vibrations over my skin, "Damn you smell good, honey. 

"Mmmm," I purred as I ran my hands and fingertips along the moist, silky skin of his back. Finally he raised his mouth to mine for a long-awaited kiss. Both of us moaned as our mouths nibbled, tasted, and licked each other's lips. I thrust my pelvis tauntingly on his lap as Mark lured my tongue into his warm mouth to twirl and dance with his. 

As we kissed, Mark slid the straps of my sundress down. His kisses moved to my neck as he reached between us to unclasp my strapless, light blue, satin bra. I tilted my head back and grasped his head as I felt his hot mouth moving closer and closer to my erect, waiting nipples. I groaned as I felt his mouth close on my right and begin to suck as his tongue flicked at its hardened peak. I thrust my wet, satin covered pussy a little harder at the bulge in his jeans. Mark took his mouth away from my body to slide me off his lap and get up from the table. 

Then, as if he couldn't get enough of my sweet mouth, he kissed me passionately and we slowly made our way towards my bedroom. Before I knew it the backs of my knees were touching the edge of the bed as Mark slowly lowered us onto the bed. His hands shook slightly and his eyes glowed with need as he slowly slid my sundress off my body. "I forgot how beautiful you are," he whispered raggedly as his head lowered again to take my left nipple into his mouth.

"Oh yes!" I moaned as he sucked my nipple into his mouth and his tongue caressed it. My hands rubbed and felt the muscles of his arms as he supported his weight over my body. Slowly I ran my hands from his arms to his back and then down his naked torso to the edge of his jeans. Mark buried his face between my beautiful breasts as he reached down and pulled off his boxers and jeans together. My hands moved down as I ran my fingertips over his taut naked ass.

I gasped as I felt his kisses, his mouth moving further down my body. My legs shook as he slowly slid my light blue, satin thong off and paused at the apex between my thighs to breathe in my scent. I started squirming as his tongue teasingly licked at my blonde, lightly covered pussy lips. My hands flew up to grip the pillow under my head as his tongue began to delve between my lips. My pussy began to thrust as his tongue became more insistent on my hardened little clit. "Mark!" I moaned out as he moved his tongue from my clit and he wiggled the tip just inside my aching, dripping little hole. 

Gently he stroked his tongue in and out of my pussy as he tasted my juices. Slowly he turned and moved his body along side mine so I could see and touch his throbbing erection standing straight out from his body. Immediately my hand grasped his swollen velvet flesh as I looked to inflict the same sweet torture he was using on my body. I felt the vibrations of his moan against my pussy as my fingers swirled circles on the head of his precum covered cock. As his tongue pushed deeper up inside me I wrapped my hand around his veiny cock and began to jerk him lightly. 

As his hips began to thrust, pumping his cock into my hand I stopped and reached down to cup and run my fingers over his skin roughed balls. 

"Oh Jenny," he growled as he pulled his tongue from my soaked pussy and moved in between my trembling thighs and started to slid the head his aching cock along my drenched slit. I moaned even louder as I twisted and squirmed under him.

I Thrust my pelvis up as he pushed the head of cock into my aching, tiny little hole. My hands flew to his back and pulled him tighter as his cock sank deeper and deeper in me. My nails raked his sweat-slippery back as his body thrust towards mine slowly. His thick hard cock piercing my folds repeatedly I screamed out, "Ohh God!" 

Mark grunted and paused as my pussy walls, hugged and tightened up on him.

"Ahh!" I moaned out as an explosion ripped through my body. My orgasm setting off his as I felt his body go stiff as his cock begin to squirt inside me. Ripple after ripple sliding through my pussy as his cock sprayed inside me.

Slowly his body relaxed over mine and his head came to a rest beside me on the pillow. "That was wonderful," I sighed as my hands caressed his sweat-drenched body. "Mmm yeah," he murmured in agreement as his tongue snaked out and licked at a salty droplet slowly running down my neck. He rolled off and lay beside me. We relaxed for a while letting our bodies revive and enjoy the cool air drifting into the room. 

"Be right back," I said as I got up off the bed and padded naked out to the kitchen. Returning a few moments later I paused in doorway as I took in the sight of his beautiful naked male body sprawled across my bed. "Here you go baby," I said as I handed him a chilled glass of champagne. We couldn't get enough of each other. As we talked and sipped our champagne, our hands caressed and fondled each other's genitals. 

"I think I need a shower," I giggled a while later, as I got up off the bed and made my way toward the bathroom. I stood under the showerhead letting cool water sluice over my body as I waited, knowing he would follow me. I braced my hands on the shower wall and lifted my face to the stream of water.

Sure enough, I silently laughed, as I felt his hands sneak around my body to cup my breasts. He stood behind me, the water falling around us, as his fingers played and teased my nipples until they were aching. I let out a soft moan as he lathered up his hands and began to wash my body slowly, lovingly. A gasp escaped my lips as his hand moved down between my thighs and his fingers teased my lips open. My legs began to shake as his fingers rubbed at my sensitive clit. I could feel his body swaying behind me as he rubbed his hard cock against my ass. I knew what he wanted as his cock pressed more insistently against my ass.

"Please don't, you know I'm a virgin there," I whimpered.

"You know I'd never hurt you baby," Mark whispered in my ear. 

"I know," I sighed. "I'm just not ready yet," I said. I turned in his arms, smiled and kissed his chest to soften my refusal. His hands came up and caressed my head as I moved my mouth to his and kissed his mouth deeply.

"When your ready, darling," he said as he watched me reach up and unlatched the shower head then I grabbed the soap and lathered my hands. I kissed him passionately again then as I kissed my way down his body I began to rub and wash his body.

He groaned as I kneeled down below him, took his cock into my mouth and began to suck. My hands caressed his soapy body as I sucked his cock deeper into my warm wet mouth.

I wanted to taste and swallow his seed so I pulled out every trick I knew. I moaned and hummed vibrating as I took him in even deeper. I looked up just as the tip of his cock hit my throat to see him throw his head back. His hips were bucking slightly as he fucked his cock into my mouth.

Sucking him kicked my desire into overdrive. Our moans filled the shower as his hands tightened in my hair. Feeling his cock pulse in my mouth I took the movable shower head to my pussy. I moaned on his cock as the pulsing jets twidled my hard little clit. I looked up after feeling a tug on my head to find him glaring down at me. "I need to fuck you," he growled as he pushed me off his cock and carried me out of the shower and into the bedroom. Mark stopped at the foot of the bed and bent me over it as he grabbed his cock and rubbed the head along my wet little slit from behind.

I moaned, "Fuck me." As I still tasted the precum in my mouth that ran from his cock as I had sucked him. Slowly he eased his cock into me. I rubbed my fingers over my clit as his thick cock plunged gently into me over and over. Just as I was about to cum he pulled out. "Oh no," I whimpered.

"How much do you want my cock?" he asked as he teased my aching little cunt poised on the brink.

"Fuck me Mark!" I yelled. "Please!"

"Mmm yeah, that's it," he murmured as he pushed his aching dripping cock back into my tight little pussy. 

"Oh God!" I screamed out as he paused and gripped my hips tight. He groaned as his cock swelled and erupted in my pussy. Feeling his cock jerk inside me, my body kicked back against him as my pussy exploded and began to convulse around him. 

"Oh shit!" He groaned as my pussy squeezed his cock, milking him . Then he pulled out of my pussy, lifted my body into his arms and laid me gently on the bed. Mark crawled beside me and hugged my sated and exhausted body against him. I moaned in my semi-awake state, "I love you." 



Summer Heat



Angela stretched on a chaise lounge on the deck of the pool, basking in the touch of warm sunlight on her skin. Sometimes, fleetingly, she wished this place were hers. Well, it was hers, at least for the four months her friends and their two kids would be out of the country. When they had asked her to housesit, she had leaped at the chance.

She had found herself in a position of limbo. The bitter divorce, the desertion by her best girl friend, the empty disregard shown by her employer, all had brought her to a crossroad where she needed to re-evaluate her life. By some stroke of luck she had been offered four months in comfortable surroundings in which to do so. A ranch-style house in a well-off neighborhood. A private swimming pool for her own use. No job, but enough in the bank to cover necessities. Almost as good as a vacation. Better in some ways.

She turned over onto her stomach. Let the sun work its magic on the backs of her legs. She reached back and pulled the bottom of her pale yellow tank top up to the middle of her back and seriously considered going inside to change into something scanty, something to reveal more skin to the sun. No, not this time, but she promised herself to buy a bikini soon. If she worked at it and the summer weather cooperated, she could have a marvelous tan by fall, and with it a new confidence and a better outlook on life. What a simple bikini could do.

Through half-closed eyelids she looked at the surface of the still water in the pool. The reflection of the sky was a brilliant blue. She sat up and considered taking a plunge. No, that would mean having to go inside and changing into her black one-piece swimsuit. Unless, of course, she went in naked. Skinny-dipping. She smiled to herself. She hadn't done that in years, not since she was a teenager. Hey, who was going to see? Her body was nothing to be ashamed of. Sure, the boobs and butt sagged just a little but that's what happens over the years. A nice thought. She spread sunscreen on her legs, arms, and shoulders, touched up her cheeks and forehead, then rolled the tank top up to just below her breasts and massaged some into the pale skin of her tummy. That would have to do until bikini time. She reconsidered. After glancing around, she stripped the tank top over her head and deftly unhooked her restricting brassiere. She slipped the straps off her shoulders, pulled the cups away from the heaviness of her breasts and dropped the flimsy flesh-toned garment beside the chaise. Her boobies were naked to the sun and the breeze. She shivered, not from the temperature but from the naughtiness of it. Quickly she slipped her top back on but left it rolled up under her breasts, her belly and back bare to the sun.

She lay back with her eyes closed and concentrated on the sun's light and heat on her exposed skin. It was different with no book or radio to distract her mind. The occasional slight breath of wind, the hum of a bee in the flowerbed, a trickle of perspiration through the hair at her temple, nothing disturbed the overwhelming sensation of being receptive to the sun. The heat seemed to penetrate deep inside her. She became aware of two things; it made her lethargic, unwilling to move, and it made her horny.

She considered her non-existent love life. The anger and betrayal when the dickhead had moved in with her best girl friend right after asking for the divorce had consumed her, left her with neither energy nor inclination to pursue another man. After the split was final she had let one of the girls from work set her up with a friend but that had not worked out. Sometime soon she would have to make some sort of connection to a supply of single men. Meanwhile, all she could do was dream. And dream she would.

It took a few minutes before she realized just what she was daydreaming about. Suddenly she was aware of the sticky dampness between her thighs, that the images drifting through her mind and the sun on her exposed skin had combined to produce that effect within her body. Oh, boy! She was fantasizing about men, naturally, but young men. Boys almost. She recognized the perceptions even though she couldn't put a name to them immediately. The thin, almost amoral presence of the lead singer of a local rock group she'd seen at a bar last week. The intense baby-faced actor in a dark film from the past summer. The eager young man from down the street who'd helped her with moving some furniture yesterday. God! She was becoming wet; she could almost feel herself squish as she moved her legs together! She tried to relax, to lie back and enjoy the sun but her hands clutched the side of the chaise longue and her buttocks tightened in such a way that her snug shorts created extra pressure against her crotch. Even the slightest tightening of the muscles in her thighs sent gentle tingles throughout her belly. She let herself languish in the slightly lascivious sensations.

She reached and unfastened the button at the waistband of her khaki shorts. The looseness made her feel slightly more comfortable but now she had to put out an effort to keep her hand from slipping under the fabric, from scratching that deep itch. Don't think about men, she told herself. Too many of them are like the dickhead: kind and thoughtful until they figured they owned you, then egotistical and inconsiderate when you didn't want exactly what they did. A complete turnaround in just over a year. Good thing there hadn't been any kids. Yet. She let out an audible snort, then quickly looked around just in case someone was close enough to hear. Anger and resentment were not things she wanted to explain right now.

So, think about other men, she told herself. They're not all like that. She caught herself thinking about male bodies, bodies she would use to please herself and discard when no longer useful. Disposable members of the opposite sex. Boy toys. 

And boy toys brought her mind right back where she had started. The young actor with the baby face, the thick pouting lips, and that steamy languorous look in his eyes. If he was here now, she'd bite those lips, chew on his face, plunge her tongue deep enough to lick his tonsils, suck the breath out of his lungs. And he would do the same to her. She delighted in the quick shivers that ran down her spine. But then again, that singer with the band. Couldn't remember his name nor the name of the band but she sure remembered his hands. Saw them sliding up and down the mike stand, imagined them sliding up and down her arms and legs, reaching for other places. That long lean body swaying hypnotically like a cobra on that stage, she could almost feel it sliding and slithering all over her.

And then there was young Paul, so delightfully innocent. She could remember his name. He lived two houses away and was so sweet. Only yesterday she had called him over to help her rearrange some of the furniture in the downstairs den. He'd been polite and helpful, refusing money but willing to accept a soda and sit with her in the kitchen afterward. He'd seemed shy and unwilling to talk about himself much, but she'd caught him a couple of times letting his eyes sneak glances at her breasts. She had pretended to be unaware of his interest but secretly provided several more chances for him to ogle her boobs. And then she had screwed up. She straightened after picking something off the floor and caught his eyes still buried deep under the low neckline of her shirt.

'Do you like what you see?' she had asked.

Stupid. You don't ask such questions when the answer is so obvious. She had embarrassed the kid. He had flushed and stammered an apology, emptied his glass and taken off as if threatened by an unknown beast. She still felt a twinge of shame. That was no way to treat a guy; she'd never done so before, not even when she was his age. The age of discovery. The rage of hormones.

Now here she was, lying in the sun, alone. The cool invitation of the pool on the one hand, the unanswerable arousal of hormones on the other. A nasty pickle for any girl to find herself in. Again she considered taking a dip in the pool. No, she would lie out for another five minutes and then go in. Then she would decide whether to change and go for a swim or whatever. Maybe less than five. Her nipples were pushing against her top and her panties were sticky. Something had to be done soon.

She was so wrapped up in herself that she heard no sound until he cleared his throat. Young Paul, the subject of her raunchy little fantasy, stood at the gate to the back yard, hesitating to come in. She swung her legs over the side of the chaise and sat up.

'Hi, Paul! Come on in.' She gestured toward a chair beside the patio table.

'Hello, Miss Wernechenko.' Still seeming unsure of himself, he sat as she directed. 'I just came over to see if you wanted any more help, you know, like yesterday?'

Automatically she corrected him. 'Please. It's Angela.' At least it wasn't Mrs. Dickhead any more. And she had always hated that Ms., that stupid hum with a buzz on it. For better than ten years she had been Angie Andrews. Yech! Even the memory left a bad taste in her mouth.

A satisfied grin wiped the momentary frown from her eyes. The young man was back! However stupid and forward she'd been with her too quick remark yesterday, it hadn't kept him away. Well, even if nothing ever happened between the two of them at least she had a small distraction from the boredom of the afternoon.

'No, I've decided to enjoy a lazy afternoon. Just lying in the sun. No book, no radio. Me and my daydreams. That darn pool is a distraction, though. I'm just too lazy to go inside and change into a swimsuit. Oh, can I get you something to drink? There's some ginger ale in the fridge. I could make a jug of iced tea or lemonade if you want.'

When he protested that he didn't want anything, thank you very much, she stretched herself out face down on the reclining chaise with her eyes closed, the sun on her legs and partially exposed back, her arms down at her sides. Paul seemed more relaxed. She asked him a few questions about school, what he wanted to do with his life, any hobbies, any girl friends. The heat of the sun on the back of her thighs became uncomfortable. She shifted a little, pushing her pelvis hard against the canvas beneath her. Her shorts and panties rode up a little, renewing that earlier pressure in her crotch. Damn. She was still damp there. And horny. And the lad was sitting there, only five feet away. She turned her head toward him, keeping her eyes closed.

She wondered if he was entranced by her whole body or if it was just her boobs that fascinated him yesterday. She snuck a peek through her lashes. Oh yes. The poor lad couldn't keep his eyes off her. While he was talking, he would make an effort to look at the pool, the sky, anywhere, but his eyes always came back to rest on the swell of her behind and the curve of her back, the smooth expanse of her upper legs. Automatically she tightened her butt. The movement sent hot thrills deep into her lower belly. It was more than she thought she could stand.

She watched his eyes glance down and stay down, saw them widen as he checked his breath. Something had caught his eye. Oh no. She let her hand dangle down and it came to rest on her bra, discarded there on the deck in plain sight. Oh no. It wasn't hard to imagine the effect of a lacy item of intimate apparel on the inquisitive mind of a teenager. She saw his face flush, then compose itself with a seeming nonchalance. Well, nothing to do about that. He must certainly know she was braless. Probably wondered if the panties matched. Maybe she should sit up and show him. She felt her nipples harden, tight under the fabric of her rolled up top. This whole situation was uncomfortable. Slowly she sat up and faced him, a playful grin on her face.

'What do you think of the pool, Paul? Want to go swimming? I do, but it's really not much fun alone.' She took a deep breath and deliberately pushed her breasts forward and watched his face while his eyes tried to look anywhere but at those hard tips thrusting straight toward him.

He stammered something about not having a suit, having to go home.

'I don't have one on but I'm going in. Feel free to join me.'

She watched his face flush, became aware that his hands were folded over his groin. Aha! He's getting hard! A natural reaction. There was nothing wrong with having a body that could make a young man react like that!

Angela turned away from him and stood up. With her back toward him, she pulled the tank top over her head and shook her hair free. Her breasts bobbled on her chest; she turned semi profile to give him a look without being too blatant. Her hands grasped at the fabric at her waist, pushed both shorts and panties over the flare of her hips. She bent forward and pushed them down over her knees, stayed like that for a moment as she imagined the view she presented. Two long straight legs. Large, well-shaped ass pushing its pale but firm mass back toward him. A hint of her sex peeking out? Sleek ribcage not quite hiding the dangling fruit of her boobies. More than enough to make a man's mouth water, make his hands instinctively reach out to grasp and hold. Smiling to herself, she hoped he would join her in the game.

Three short steps brought her to the edge of the deeper end of the pool. She paused to glance into the water, then turned toward Paul, offering him her profile. He hadn't moved.

'Are you coming in?'

She turned her back to him and posed. Arms raised, feet slightly spread. Pelvis thrust forward to emphasize her butt. The smooth muscles of her back and shoulders stretched taut. Then she relaxed and let her arms fall to her sides, her feet come together. Don't be such a showoff. The water is too shallow for a proper dive. She shivered and let her body fall headfirst into the welcoming embrace of the lukewarm water of the pool.

The water felt so good! It was cool enough to soothe the sun-warmed expanses of her naked skin, warm enough to feel pleasant against the tender and intimate areas that had been covered. She felt the bottom of the pool with her hands, let her nipples and belly brush against it as she began to breaststroke toward the other side under water. When she touched the side, she turned quickly, began with a crawl and turned that into a roll. She rolled from her belly to her back over and over again, rejoicing in the fun and the freedom of it. Freedom from gravity. Freedom from the limits of clothing. Freedom from ingrained propriety. Felt the water push at her skin all over with an equal pressure, holding her softly as it set her free. She ducked down, then pushed off the bottom, breaking the surface and reaching for the sun. Immediately she dove back down, felt the air on her butt, kicked her legs up. With her hands bracing her against the bottom of the pool, she waved her feet like the fluke of a sounding whale. God! She hadn't had this much fun since ¬ well, since the last time she'd gone skinny-dipping. But that time there had been the usual mixed group of boys and girls. This was something you had to share.

Two strong strokes brought her to the edge of the pool where she had left Paul. She stood up in the waist high water, drops running down from her hair and face, dripping from the fullness of her breasts as she raised her arms to the sky. She offered her jubilant body as an invitation to the whole world to join her.

No one was there.

She felt her joy, and the power of it, drain from her. For a long moment she stood there, dejected, wondering what she had done this time to frighten him off. Perhaps he had left to fetch his swim trunks. Maybe she should have waited for him in the pool. No. The intensity of the moment had passed. All the energy that had driven her in her playful frolicking was suddenly gone. The sensual tension that had started it no longer existed. The sunshine seemed not quite as bright, the water no longer so inviting, She climbed out of the pool and went into the house to search for a towel.

Her shorts and panties, her tank top, and her bra remained lying where they'd been discarded. Forgotten. Suddenly empty.



Summer Heat



The summer's sweltering heat was burning her alive. At least it felt that way. Callie tossed and turned, sweat dampening her pillow. She hurled the blankets from her overheated body. 

It was the hottest night of the summer -- a summer which in itself was a record breaker in New York City, and to make matters worse, a blackout had just taken out the entire east coast. No air conditioning was available to ease her torment, not even her dingy old fan would offer her relief tonight.

That week had already been a terrible week, between guy problems, work problems and life problems -- this just made it feel more fitting. Maybe this is hell? she thought.

Groaning in frustration, she flipped onto her back, silently willing sleep to rescue her. Suddenly, a noise startled her.

"Callie?" A male voice. 

Eyes fluttered open. "Whose there?" 

"It's me." A face materialized from the shadows. 

It was dark, late at night, and she was brimming with frustration. That was never good.

He approached the bed. Now was a good time to tell him to leave, she told herself. However, the words refused to form at her lips.

Mindlessly, she led his hand down her neck, under the thin, sweat-soaked cotton sheet and along her chest, over her belly and across her thighs. 

"Please," Callie whimpered. She was so hot. His presense made her hotter.

Mercifully, He knew what she needed. 

He began to undress. 

Callie's logic screamed that this was not okay, but all too soon he was naked. Logic was suddenly at a loss for words. 

His body covered hers. More childish urgings escaped from her lips unchecked: "Promise me you'll stay?" 

"I won't ever leave you, baby," he reassured her. "I'll stay here forever if I have to." His hands slid over her body, across her burning limbs. "You are so hot." 

Dizzily, she lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. She wrapped her arms around him and tangled her fingers in his hair. "Mmmm..." 

He growled low in his throat, directly into Callie's ear. White-hot shivers shot down her body, lingering below. Wait... Some far away voice told her this was a bad idea.

Softly, he began to kiss her--first her neck, then her cheek, her forehead, her neck again, her chin. 

Callie gave in to the sensations. When she opened her eyes, they were level with his. 

"Don't stop." The urgency in her voice surprised them both. 

Suddenly, their mouths were fused in the hottest, kiss she'd ever tasted. Aching with longing, she yanked away the sheet that separated them. "Kiss me all over." 

He gazed at her body for a beat, and quickly obliged. Kissing the swell of her breasts first, he teased a hardening nipple until she squealed, licked down her belly, and stopped at her thighs. Kneeling on the floor, he waited, unsure of how far he was allowed to go. 

Callie hooked her leg over his shoulder and pulled him slightly forward. There was no mistaking the invitation. He hesitated for a moment, then began to tickle her inner thighs with his soft lips, moving slowly closer to her swollen center. 

She groaned, attempting to grab his head and force his tongue on her clit. 

"Ah ah ah..." he warned, continuing his maddening teasing. 

The bastard's waiting for me to beg for it! She thought with a brief return of her trademark indignance. Who the hell does he think he... 

"Please!" She bucked forward. She could see her own slick wetness glistening in the moonlight. Can't he see that I'm dying? 

She saw his face break into a wide, self-satisfied smile. 

Bastard. 

Before she had to beg again, he'd dipped his head and was feasting on her hungrily. That's more like ...yes... 

Soon, she was holding his head between her thighs vice-style, feeling a powerful orgasm coming on. She stopped him and tugged him upwards. 

His body covered hers again, and Callie pulled him close for a kiss, tasting her juices on his lips. As they locked eyes, something strange; something other than lust came over her. But before she could figure out what it was, he thrust into her, burying his cock to the hilt. Callie cried out in surprise. 

Looks of shock and pleasure dueled on his face. "So hot...so...tight..." 

She breathlessly repeated one word--"Yes"--as they moved in rhythm, each thrust harder and faster than the one before it. 

Overcome by intense, undulating torrents of release, she wailed his name.



Summer Heat



***Hey y'all. This is my first story here, and the first of this genre. I hope ya like it. Reviews are definitely appreciated.

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Summer Heat

Carrie had been swimming for nearly 2 hours already when her stepbrother Max brought lunch out on the deck. Eagerly, she headed in, climbing out of the pool and making her way towards the plastic chairs and table in record time. "Still not tired?" he asked with a laugh as she sat down and dug in, his blue eyes sparkling. 

"Nope," she replied chipperly, taking another bite of her lemon herb chicken. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor, and humming in appreciation. "This is really good chicken Max, you should be a chef," she sighed, opening wide green eyes and smiling. "If you ever get tired of carpentry that is," she laughed. 

He grinned, "Glad you like it." He'd topped it off with salad and fruit with fresh kool-aid to drink. Perfect for a hot summers' day. She tilted her head, regarding him as she finished off the light meal. She'd always wanted an older brother. That was why Carrie had been excessively pleased when her mother had married his father when she was seven and he was twelve. Her and Max had grown as close as blood since then.

And while she admired him and admitted he was pretty cute, it made her embarrassed as hell when all her friends sighed over him and talked about doing crazy things to him if they had half the chance. Which is why she almost hated telling them when he was home from college. It was good to have him to herself too, or with their parents, without Laurie, Meg, Stacy and the others spying on Max, giggling and flirting. 

Today was another rare day, as yesterday, with just the two of them- as their parents had gone out with friends for most of the day again. She smiled. Yesterday he'd given entirely to her and they'd played all sorts of games, went to a movie, just spent some time together. But today he'd left her to swimming alone while he worked on some paper for college. She brushed back wet, shoulder-length red hair, pouting slightly. He was only here for another week and she was sure he had plenty of time for work when he got back. "You sure you don't wanna join me for a swim? It's pretty hot out." 

She threw in a sigh, watching him from behind her lashes. Max gave her a dry laugh, "Sorry kid, still got some typing and research to do before I can take a break. Maybe later." 

She nodded, smiling ruefully, and helped put the dishes back on the tray and clean up. "Right then. Later." Carrie sighed again, this time more to herself, as she headed back to the pool, rubbing her shoulder. There was no way to beat this heat. Nothing to else to do either… not by your self anyway. 

"Hey, march back around kid. Your skin is burnin' to a crisp like that. Put on some sunblock!" The pale-skinned girl rolled her eyes, making a face as she turned and walked back. She liked that he cared, really, but she hated that he still insisted on calling her 'kid' (more so whenever he treated her like one) even though she was now eighteen, 5'6'', and with some definite curves thanks to puberty. 

Sticking out her tongue slightly, she took the tube of SPF 35 from his hands and started liberally applying it to her shoulders, arms, and wherever else she could reach well enough, wincing as she lifted the straps of her bikini top to moisturize the already red skin."Mind getting my back and shoulders better?" Carrie called over her shoulder before Max could go in. 

Her stepbrother shrugged, "Sure, I got a few minutes." She grinned, shaking her head to herself as he took the tube back and she hopped up on the table. 

"What a relief," she laughed. But her grin faded quickly when his lotioned hands touched her sensitive flesh, massaging the sunblock/cream into her shoulders and back, a sigh that translated into a moan tearing from her throat. And she couldn't help a little shiver. "Great," she said a little breathily, muscles tightening, stiffening, sliding from the tabletop and intent on escaping back to the pool. 

"Nuh uh," he said softly, catching her and depositing her back on the smooth plastic surface. "You can't go back in half-done and before the sunblock even gets absorbed properly. Plus, you should wait at least fifteen minutes after eating anyway." She bit her lip, both at the sensation and to hold back any damning sounds, as he ran a hand along her back with a slight frown, shaking his head. "And the muscles are all tense and knotted, you could pull something. And as you're on any sports team you could get yourself into, that definitely wouldn't be good."

She snorted, muttering to herself, and he cocked an eyebrow, grinning. "You doubting me? Or is my touch suddenly so abhorrent?" he faked a pout, a devastating thing on him, one lock of thick black hair falling over his forehead, "Come on, you used to love my massages, remember?" Carrie laughed at his reaction, but it was somewhat stilted, forced- the wry as she did remember. 

He brought to mind all those times she was in bed with a stomach ache and he'd rub it better, all the times she'd return from a bad day at school and he'd massage her shoulders and back. And the times, though fewer, she'd come home from a particularly rough soccer or basketball practice and he'd been there to take some of the pain away with a full body massage. 

"Alright," she acquiesced with a small smile, weakening, and she lay down on her stomach, stretching out across the table. "Hit me with your best shot, Mad Max." He really was quite good. At a lot of things. She heard him chuckle at the nickname, squeezing more sunblock onto his hands, and she closed her eyes, settling back with a grin. 

But she had to bite her lip again to stifle another moan when his hands really got to work. 'Wonderful hands,' she thought, shivering both at the cool lotion on her hot skin and the feel of his callused hands. Talented hands. Carpenter's hands. Lover's hands…. She couldn't squelch that last thought that just drifted into her mind. But she did shove it to the back, trying to be abject. 

'It's just because I'm so sore and he's so skilled though,' she assured herself, wondering why she was feeling like this and struggling to ignore the tingling/electric sensations. Or maybe because she was so unused to such a touch now. Yet such an innocent touch and she was making it to be… something entirely else. Before a week ago she hadn't seen him for almost two years- but she hadn't felt this way when he'd touched her before. What had changed in that time? Besides her growing up, that is? He was her brother, or rather her stepbrother, but they'd always thought of each other as blood... She bit down harder on a full lower lip. 

He was rubbing circles with the heel of his hands now, then pressing deep with his fingers, alternating technique and pressure. Fingertips trailing lightly over the satiny pale skin, evoking another shiver, stroking, bringing every nerve to fiery life, then molding, kneading…… Carrie felt she was drifting away on a cloud of pleasure, body fully at ease as his magic hands moved over her shoulders and upper back, making her quiver, tremble, as they drifted over to the small of her back and then to the middle again. 

'Yes, floating away,' she thought passingly. 'Or melting into a warm pile of butter,' she sighed mentally, an almost sleepy, contented cat feeling coming over her. Still in that state of mind, she stretched under him, arching her back slightly, his fingers trailing to her neck, stroking, tracing her shell of an ear, running through her hair and briefly massaging her scalp. Instant puddle of Carrie. She could swear she just purred. 'I definitely owe him for this. I'll have to think of something really nice to do for him later.' 

Transported, she barely noticed as he moved down her body, massaging her small feet and shapely calves, following her long, smooth legs up to trim thighs, brushing the cloth-covered mound between them, pressing. And before her sluggish brain had time to register the action, his hands were smoothing back over the curve of her bottom to her back and she was relaxing again without even knowing she'd tensed, releasing a breath without even knowing she'd been holding it. 

In a short time she was warm, slick, and completely relaxed, trusting, under his hands- so much so that the moans and sighs trapped in her throat had burst free. Then it was a purely sensual experience. She seemed to forget, in her pleasant dazed fog, that this was technically wrong, that he was her stepbrother, and she was melting, moisture pooling between her thighs and an unfamiliar heat in her veins. 

In turn, Max seemed to forget she was his stepsister and only eighteen to his twenty-three, seeing/feelings a soft, beautiful, willing female and his body responded to it. And in the place she was in now, she didn't much care (in fact more than enjoying it)- she was feeling so very good and didn't want that feeling to stop. 

So when his wonderful, callused hands slid up her body even further, around to her front and under the thin cotton to cup full, round young breasts, she simply gasped in delighted desire and arced to his touch. Shining emerald eyes open now but to half-mast, she just clutched the table edge as he massaged the warm globes of her chest (quite generous for her age). Though she experimented somewhat with boys her age, it hadn't felt half as good as what Max was making her feel. 

And Carrie moaned aloyud as his thumbs circling the quarter-sized strawberry pink nipples, teasing and plucking them into diamond peaks, and she whimpered. It was all she could do not to scream. She was sure her bikini briefs were soaked through and this added to the delicious friction of his strong, T-shirt covered chest at her bare back and the rock-hard length at her hip. She thought she'd faint when his surprisingly soft but masculine lips touched the back of her neck, trailing butterfly kisses, but she didn't- barely. She hadn't known it'd be so….. erotic. 

His hot mouth moved to the side of her neck, switching between gentle kisses, nips with his teeth, and sucking- and fireworks burst behind her eyelids. She was so close. So close to… to… what? She wasn't exactly sure. But then one of his hands lifted from her breasts and, before she could protest, smoothed down her flat stomach to the apex of her thighs, slipping underneath the damp material. And then she knew. Knew this was what she wanted/needed- the inevitable, unnamable something. 

A finger parted her slick folds, stroking, playing in the wetness it found- and when it touched her clit she went up in smoke, went wild, hips arching off the table. Max murmured to her softly as she lay panting and she whimpered as his finger pulled away before thrusting back in. The agile digit circled her clit, flicking it, rubbing it, then dancing away, and she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Wild sounds spilled from her as she undulated her hips, riding his hand, briefly wanting something more that she couldn't quite identify, just something… more, harder, thicker, longer deep inside her. 

But it was quickly forgotten at the pleasure he was brining her now- and without warning she tensed, exploded, shattered and fragmented into a thousand tiny, glittering pieces. Climax. Amazing. Carrie could barely think, heart thundering and every inch of her rippling, tingling, electrified, as she struggled for breath. And Max's hoarse cry in her ear told her he'd experienced it too- following her into infinity. 

She only opened her eyes moments later, dazed, and licked her lips, shifting in his warm half-embrace so her back was to the table, and her sensitized breasts rubbing against the hard plastic as she did so, causing her to moan slightly, that part of her pulsing. Eyelids fluttering, she arched her hips and gasped at the resulting sensation. "God, Carrie," she thought she heard him groan. 

Huge, passion darkened green eyes stared blindly up at him as he lifted his head, body leaning directly over her now. She licked lips bruised from her own teeth worrying them as he'd pleasured her and his own dark gaze narrowed on them. Bending his head, his breath mingled with hers for a second before his lips touched hers, soothing them, a tender kiss- a chaste kiss in that it was only two pairs of lips meeting, but strangely erotic, sending sparks through them both. 

She moaned, thighs tightening, inner muscles clenching down around his finger experimentally. 'So this is what half the girls at school were giggling about,' she thought, on fire, her whole mind and body as if drugged. 'Or at least somewhat like it.' 

And slowly he started moving inside her, one finger, two, three, thrusting in and out, both wanting more but some shred of propriety left preventing them from taking it as the fierce lust seized them again, him ripening against her once more. All thought, all consciousness, was so erased. They were so caught up, they didn't even hear the front door open and close, the footsteps and their parents got closer and closer. And they were still moving together, still touching and thrusting and gasping until… 

"Max, did you get the fax from the office?" his dad called. They stiffened, his fingers still inside her pulsing core, hand still on her breast, somehow recognizing the looming threat of discovery despite the fog that surrounded them, but their minds still clouded with desire. Neither pulled back. Quite to the contrary, her hips then surged, some part of her grasping, and she exploded once more, wisely suppressing a cry, a scream as she lay there, hips arcing off the table, still clenching and pressed to his hand, as if frozen there. 

And they stared into each others' eyes as realization dawned, as panic and horror at possibly being discovered like this peaked. Yet still they didn't moved. "Max?" his dad called again, closer this time, just around the corner. Finally something got into them and they jumped apart just seconds before Mr. Porter's dark head poked around the wall and potted plant. 

Max just nodded vaguely, still stunned and in a daze as he fumbled for words- and Carrie had already snapped out of it and was more than halfway to the water when he did so, diving in as her stepfather cleared the porch door. The coolness of the water was a welcome shock and as their words grew muffled to her ears and she spun into laps, the world thankfully faded away. 'What did I do?' her mind cried, one last echo. Her body pulsed in response, a thousand sensations flooding her, heating her. And she didn't come out of the water for two more hours.

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Summer Heat



A warm breeze blows through the window I have left open, fluttering the single sheet that covers my lower body. The heat is already unbearable, even though it is only just past dawn. The air conditioner busted weeks ago and I have never bothered to get it fixed. What would be the purpose after all? I ignore the heat, just as I ignore everything else.

Some days are better than others. My mind wanders aimlessly beyond my control, spinning thoughts wildly around what I fight so strongly to forget.

You.

But try as I might, there is no reprieve. Images flash at a breakneck pace. Memories that I try to forget, haunt me. They spin torridly in my mind like a tornado in the middle of a blazingly hot summer day such as this one. Thoughts break into my normal routine and leave me speechless. A trail of chaos left in their wake. 

All right, who am I kidding really? There is nothing normal about my routine or my life. There never has been. The image of normalcy is an image that shatters and cracks in my mind as soon as enters.

You are gone.

Not in the forever met your maker sense that everyone has thought. I cannot allow that from myself. I know better, I've been around you for too many years. Too many lifetimes. But rather in the sense that you are not with me.

There is an emptiness that walks beside me now wherever I go. An emptiness that will never fade or be filled. I fear there will never come a day when you are ever again near me. I now find myself in this harsh reality that is a shadowed and barren wasteland.

Even as I fight to forget you, you are the one constant beam of brilliant light that shows the way. 

There is one single memory that bothers me almost daily. It is a comforting friend and I have recently caught myself anxiously awaiting its arrival.

When it comes, I usually stop whatever it is that I am doing, regardless of the consequences. Strangely, it has nearly gotten me killed twice since it began to visit. I fear what the outcome would be if I did not pause to let it wash over me, for despite the battles with my memories, my greatest fear is forgetting you.

As I lie in the bed, the memory overtakes me. Wraps me in its comforting arms. A warm, woolen blanket in the stark reality that is my life now.

Your scent fills my nose and trickles lazily down into my lungs. Sweet vanilla and sharp, woodsy sandalwood spin together. They meld together to be as one and you are there beside me.

Your crystal green eyes and untamed red hair fills my vision. You smile down at me and your eyes are alight with mischief. There is a sparkle in them that warms me. One that I notice only when we are together like this. You hover over me, your weight on your knees.

One of your hands grips lightly around me, guiding me to where you want me to be. Warmth surrounds me as you lower yourself onto me and you whisper for me to keep my eyes open and on you for the duration.

I easily comply. For you, I would conquer the world.

Your bare chest brushes mine as you lean over me. A shiver raises goose flesh along your arms as the coarse hair on my chest brushes against your nipples. Your voice whispers in my ear as you grind your hips against my pelvis. You realize my excitement level is high and you've decided to play with that fact.

"Forty-five." Your breathless voice whispers into my ear. You lift and lower yourself without saying more at my questioning look.

"Forty-five." You say again as you raise yourself. I realize at that moment your exact meaning, wondering why it was not clearer to me sooner.

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth and I decide to play along. "Sixty-one." I counter, slamming your hips down so that you engulf me fully.

Your head falls back as a sigh escapes your lips at the feeling of me filling you so completely. But you are not to be outdone; this is one game that you have decided that you want to prolong.

"Seventy-five."

I hold your legs in place, deciding that we will remain cemented together until we are in total agreement with each other.

"Eighty."

Your head lifts and our eyes meet, your green to my chocolate brown. A smile breaks out on your lips. You know exactly where you are going next. It has been two weeks since we were last together this way and you are certain about the next word that passes your lips.

"One hundred."

The number hangs heavy in the air between us, a challenge given. I have no doubt I can meet your challenge but I fear time is my enemy and I wonder if I can stick to my word as I wet my lips and hear the agreement slip between them.

Your hands pry my own off your hips and you begin a slow and steady rhythm. Your breath hints each number as you carefully count. I realize, too late, that this will certainly be a testament to my will. Glancing at the clock across the room, I see that ten minutes have passed since the agreement was made.

You have only reached twelve.

I dare not say a word however. I am determined not to utter a sound, nary even breath heavy until I have won. Two can play this game.

Your emerald green eyes narrow at twenty-three, surely by now you had thought I would break. Even just a little. Determination shadows across your face and the next ten thrusts are performed in quick succession. You smile triumphantly at my sharp intake of breath, resolved to make even the tiniest crack in my resolve.

You are unaware of my blood boiling through my veins at a breakneck pace. Oblivious to the sharp pounding of my heart against my ribcage as I struggle to retain the façade of control. There is a dull roaring in my ears deafening me ever so slightly so that I cannot hear your voice breathing out numbers. I watch your lips mouth each number as it caresses past your lips. 

I want to raise myself up, press our chests together as you sit on my lap, but I dare not move. Only my fingers move as they grip lightly at the tender flesh of your thighs. Heat races throughout my body searching for the release it craves. 

I deny it.

We've only reached fifty.

Unexpectedly, around stroke sixty-two, your muscles clench violently around me, surprising even you. I can see in your eyes that you fought to contain the release but the monster craving the hit wasn't having any of that.

You smirk as the orgasm releases its grip and continue along as if nothing happened. 

After all, this is about me, not you.

You have always taken joy in this game and I gladly indulge your desires without argument. 

Your body is loose now, pliant from the release that tore itself free of your grasp. You push yourself harder now, unafraid that your control will slip anymore.

Your hips grind nearly to the point of pain against mine. It only enhances the excitement pooling greedily at my hips. Your knee cracks ever so slightly as you bear your weight on them time and time again.

They are quickly being pushed past their point of give as you drive us both. You count in your head now, your lungs unable to be taxed anymore than they already are by allowing you to speak.

Sweat breaks out in a fine sheen over both our bodies and my hands slide uselessly from your thighs.

My vision is beginning to gray around the edges and I fight mercilessly with the animals screaming inside of me for release. I have denied them freedom for too long and they hunger for the barriers to fall away.

The roaring in my ears has completely silenced everything now. The blood rushes through my head and I wonder how I can coherently think at all anymore.

Then again, you have always found ways to push me further than I ever thought possible. It is one of the reasons you count.

As well, you could just enjoy the torture. 

The number ninety shatters through my thoughts and ice cold panic freezes the haze in my head. I realize that in a split second you are going to win. I have fought diligently but control has abandoned me.

Your eyes burn with a raging fire as you realize the same just moments after I do. The conquest seeps from every pore on your body. I can smell it. The scent is sweet and intoxicating.

You viciously slam your hips down, lifting your knees so that I fill you with every inch of myself.

My vision darkens then turns pitch black just you lean down, our sweat slicked skin burning furiously between us. Your breath pants in my ear, my blood rushing now to the single hot core that is ready to ignite.

A flutter of your breath pierces the word through my conscience at exactly the moment of detonation.

"Ninety-nine."

The heat sears through me as I explode inside of you. My extremities become numb and I feel nothing but the floating connection between us. Waves of pleasure riot out like a stone thrown into the middle of a peaceful lake. Control is unthinkable. I struggle vainly to bring order to the chaos but there seems to be no end to the madness.

A scream echoes in my brain and I realize, amazingly, it is my own voice.

Finally, there seems to be a break in the waves and I desperately grapple for it, reining in the thread of control that slipped through my fingers moments ago. 

I swallow hard as I come back to myself and I am vaguely aware of you still over me. I glance up to see your hands gripping tightly to the oak headboard above my head. A smile widens your mouth and you welcome me back to you.

Your head rests against my shoulder as you lower yourself to lie beside me, sleep almost immediately overwhelming you.

The memory fades and I am left alone once again. My hand idly brushes the sheets beside me, searching for the warmth that was once there. It is stark and cold and I turn to stare out the window as the daily reminder of a time past is now over and tucked away until the next time.

It is a double edged sword, this memory. Spending it's time reminding me of what once was and what I once had.

My eyes close and I succumb once again to sleep; drifting off to a place you still inhabit in my mind.

[end] 



Summer Heat



It was hot. The day had been a brooding 40 degrees centigrade, and nightfall had failed to bring any relief. The barometer had dropped marginally but not enough to bring any tangible change in temperature. Not a breath of wind stirred the curtains on the French doors of my bedroom, flung wide open as I lay sprawled on the creased expanse of sheets. I groaned as I glanced across to the green luminescence of my alarm clock which showed 00:27. I'd have to get up early for a meeting and desperately needed some relaxing beauty sleep. I rolled over and wiggled my shoulder down into a pillow, hoping that my body would finally get the message and fall asleep. But no such luck. Images whirled around my head, delicious images of naked bodies contorting in the most erotic acts, shining skin and wicked scents, animated by my feverish imagination. My pussy responded, tingling and begging for attention. My thoughts turned wistfully to my vibe buried in the pillows of my bed, before quickly discarding the idea. The last thing I needed now was to get even more hot and sweaty. 

What I really needed was a dip in the deliciously cool water of a pool. Unfortunately, that was one of the few luxuries my little 1950s house did not have to offer. Cosy as it was, no spare room could be found for a pool or spa, or even and air-conditioning unit, which usually did not bother me until nights like this. With a sigh I rolled off my bed and padded across the room to the clothes I'd discarded the night before. I threw on a singlet and some jogging shorts and made my way to the kitchen to grab my car keys. My house didn't have a pool, but I knew someone who did...

When I pulled up outside the apartment building, the clock on the dash showed 01:03. A momentary flash of guilt hit me as I thought again at how silly and selfish this must look like, but the heat helped me to crush any such feelings. Nothing mattered anymore except the blessed cool I knew was at the top of that building. I got out and pushed the 10th button along on the row of residents listed at the impressive front doors. I waited for the little speaker to buzz into life as another little flash of guilt assaulted me. But after a couple of seconds the speaker crackled and a voice asked "Who's there?"

"Mike? It's me..." I was at a loss as what to say. Luckily I didn't have to search for any more reasons for my sudden urge to drive half-way across town, as the speaker died again and a small 'click' announced that the door had just been unlocked. Gratefully I pushed into the dark but air-conditioned lobby and took the lift up to his floor. The stone floor felt smooth and cool on the bottom of my feet as I made my way along the corridor and knocked on Mike's apartment door. A wedge of yellowish light fell into the hallway as he opened it to welcome his late-night visitor. His eyes drifted over my dishevelled form, my tussled blonde hair hanging loose around my shoulders, my bare feet and the obvious lack of bra underneath my crinkled singlet. I smiled sheepishly at him. "I couldn't sleep..." 

A small grin curved his lips as he stepped back and let me inside, into the lusciously cool air-conditioning. I had expected to see him in the usual boxers he wore to bed, but instead he was still dressed in a half-unbuttoned shirt and loose-fitting pants. The screen of a laptop was glowing with text and images as it sat whirring quietly on the coffee table in front of the expansive couch crouching on the floor of the main living space. Mike obviously hadn't slept a wink either... 

"I'm sorry to barge in on you like this," I began my apology. I was having doubts again as to my pathetic reason for turning up when he was so obviously engrossed in some important deal he was preparing for his company. "I should let you get back to work." I heard the clinking of glass from the kitchen, where he had disappeared to after letting me in. He re-emerged now holding two vodka-on-the-rocks, leaning down to kiss my forehead as he offered me one of them.

"My door is always open for you darling, you know that," he said. "Besides, I'm really just passing time... I couldn't sleep either," he confessed with a lopsided grin. We took a seat on the couch and I sipped gratefully at the iced alcohol and rested my bare legs on the table beside the laptop. I saw Mike's eyes slide down the bare flesh to my feet, which sported pale pink painted nails. Those nails were one of those little flashes of my cheeky-girl personality that I usually hid away during the day. Sometimes I grew sick of the mature sensible business woman act I put on for my job in the up and coming architecture firm I worked for, and let my girlish nature shine through a little. That was perhaps one of the reasons Mike and I got along so well... around him I always felt like a little girl anyway, so strong was the cool, calm confidence he exuded. 

"You realise why I'm here, don't you?" I said with a mischievous grin when I'd finished my drink. Mike raised an eyebrow at the tone and glanced again at my half-dressed body still draped over his couch.

"Enlighten me," he said with a knowing smirk as he placed his glass tumbler down. That smirk deepened when I got up slowly and bent over him. 

"I've come to use you," I whispered in his ear. His hand came up and pulled my face to him, kissing me deeply on the lips. 

"Mmh and I bet I will enjoy it ever so much..." he whispered back after breaking the kiss. But his grin faded rapidly as I jumped up and bounced across the floor to the apartment door. 

"Sweet! Let's go!" I called to him. I laughed as I saw his puzzled look and grinned at him. "I'm going to use you for you pool of course! Its hot and this lil' pussycat needs to cool off," I said in my sexiest drawl. He threw his head back and laughed as he got up and went in the direction of the bedroom/bathroom ensuite. 

"Well, I guess that's not too much to ask... And I never could refuse a cute lil pussy," he winked at me as he came back carrying a white fluffy towel. 

The lift did not have to ascend much further until we reached the roof of the building. The pool was a cool glowing expanse of water, dotted with the melting reflections of the city skyline, which was fluorescing steadily even at this hour of the night. At the sight of my goal I stripped in record time, throwing my shorts and singlet haphazardly at one of the lounge-chairs and diving straight into the blessed liquid. The shock of the cold water hit me and I emerged and expelled a gust of air from my lungs. 

"OH MY GOD that's sooooo cold!!" I groaned. I had somehow expected the water to be warmish, after having absorbed all the sunlight during the day. Large bodies of water stay at a near steady temperature even through large outside temperature fluctuations, the little-miss-architect voice in head supplied. I ignored the smart-ass comment and dived again to touch the floor of the pool. My body was slowly getting acclimatised to the water and the icy chill was starting to mellow into a pleasant coolness. After a few laps, I swam to the edge of the pool and propped my arms up on the pavers lining the basin. Mike grinned at me, thoroughly enjoying the sight of a naked nymph frolicking in his pool. 

"C'mon in you old fart! You're missing out!" I called out to him. I loved teasing him when he was being too serious and restrained, and that was my favourite insult. His eyebrows rose in mock offence, but he stayed put sitting on the side of a sun-lounge.

"The view is better from here," he quipped back. I laughed and dived back under the water, swimming the length of the pool with powerful strokes. Finally I'd had enough and swam over to the stairs, emerging with ribbons of water running down my naked body. The air was still warm, sultry but less oppressive after my refreshing dip. I walked over to Mike and smiled at him playfully as I grabbed the towel. 

"Seen enough?" I asked. The question was rhetorical and we both knew it. The visible bulge in his pants told me otherwise as he rose and pulled me to him. My body soaked his shirt and kissed me, long and deeply. I dropped the towel which was hanging forgotten at my side, his hand curving around to tangle in my wet hair as his tongue invaded my mouth, questing and searching for mine. I pushed back hard, giving back as much as he was giving me, letting our tongues swirl in and out of each other's mouths. Suddenly his hands gripped my shoulders as he broke the kiss. 

"My turn to use you, baby," he growled at me, a devilish grin curving his lips. My heart-rate jumped up a notch... that growl made me knees go weak. 

"There's nothing this lil' pussy would like better," I breathed back. He pushed me back almost roughly, making me sit on the sun-lounge, his eyes tracing over me with almost a predatory gleam. He lifted the bottom of his shirt and slipped it over his head, exposing the muscled chest I so adored. I had sucked and bitten those nipples and licked along the ridges of muscle, and just seeing it now made my pussy tingle. My eyes sought his and he could see my thoughts in them as I licked my lips. Never breaking eye contact he unzipped his pants and slipped them off. His raging hard-on was even more prominent than I had guessed. My mouth opened slightly as he advanced to my position on the sun lounge. He was going to make me suck his cock. My imagination started running wild. He was going to make his little baby take his length and pump it into her hot mouth, and I wouldn't be able to refuse. My mouth opened even further in anticipation of the order, but I had miscalculated. He was way past the fore-play, and his cock didn't need my drooling mouth but to bury itself in that sopping hole between my legs. 

His hand pushed at my chest again and forced me to lay back on the lounge. He bent over me and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. I gasped and arched my back in response to the sudden erotic rush crashing through me. I hadn't quite realised how ready I was to be fucked tonight, but Mike had known. He could taste the need and he knew how to exploit it. He sucked mercilessly, flicking his tongue over the swollen nerve endings, letting his teeth close around it from time to time in a gentle bite. I was moaning now in a low voice, telling him how good it felt, begging him not to stop. His hand came to rest on my stomach and held down my hips which had begun to move on their own. I wished his fingers would slide down further and play with my clit, but they remained resolutely just under my navel, teasing in their refusal to come to the party. After what seemed an eternity, his moth released me and he knelt over me. 

He positioned himself and making eye-contact again, brushed the smooth tip of his shaft against my entrance. I spread my legs further, offering him full access, my eyes pleading with him. He pushed in a little further, spreading my pussy as the head slipped inside ever so slowly. My mouth opened involuntarily and I raised my head slightly, anticipating the powerful stroke which I knew would come soon. But he was not done with me yet. His eyes were savouring my need for him, wanting to hear me beg. He slid out again until his head was barely brushing against my needy clit. 

"...Oh please..." I whispered almost involuntarily. He could see the want in my blue eyes as he slid his head in and out, in and out, teasing me mercilessly. "...oh daddy please... Mike please fuck me..." I whispered again, half begging, half demanding. He smiled as he leant down and kissed my neck, biting the soft warm flesh as he plunged himself into me in one smooth stroke. I gasped as I felt the walls of slick pussy stretch around him. My eyes closed as I threw back my head and moaned loudly. 

"Oh god, yesssss! Oh please daddy, fuck my cunt, god I want you so bad!" I cried. Mike's hand came up and covered my mouth, cutting off my plea. "Shh baby, they'll hear you," he growled, with a faint trace of amusement in his voice. He began to thrust hard, making me moan loudly against the palm of his hand. Then his hand lifted to be replaced by his mouth, his hot tongue invading my mouth. His cock pounding my soaking cunt and his tongue in my mouth had me so ready to come, and come screaming. But I clenched my jaw and let him fuck me, wanting him to blast his hot cum into me first. I slung my arms around his neck and dug my nails into his muscles, knowing the sensation usually sent him wild. Pulling him down to me I bit his neck like he had done to me earlier, releasing him only to start licking and sucking the sensitive skin. 

"Oh shit baby...goddam!" he groaned and plunged in deep, arching his back to until he was buried all the way in my silky sheath. I could feel him tense as he shot his cum into me, the hot blast deep inside me, pushing me over the edge at last. I dug my nails in deeper and stifled a cry against shoulder. Muscles deep inside me began to contract, nerves firing energy blasts through my whole body, down my legs and up my spine, making me clutch at Mike's chest in frenzied pleasure.

After a while I released Mike from my death-grip. My muscles were almost starting to cramp as he slid off me and stood, smiling down at my limp body draped across the sun-lounge. A shiver ran across my still wet skin, raising little goose-bumps on my arms and legs. He picked up the forgotten towel and took my hand, forcing me to stand as he wrapped it around me. I smiled back up at him gratefully, still slightly dazed, waiting for him to collect our clothes before making our way back down to his apartment. He bundled me into his bed, pausing only briefly to unwrap me from the towel. I could hear the sound of falling water from the direction of the shower as I drifted off finally to sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was shining through the blinds of the huge windows set into the bedroom wall. The achingly blue sky outside announced yet another hot day and the usual morning coffee-getters were already starting to sweat on the sidewalks. I got up and padded into the kitchen, wrapped in only a sheet I had grabbed off the bed. The apartment was empty and Mike was nowhere to be seen. The laptop was gone so he had probably gone to work already. I glanced at the clock and swore under my breath – 09:22. My meeting was at 10 and I wasn't even remotely dressed! Then my glance fell on the two neat bowls set out on the counter, one piled high with strawberries and honeydew-melon, and the other filled with muesli. A slim jug of milk stood beside them. A smile erased my frown. Such a gentleman... Oh well, I can always blame it on the traffic, I thought as I sat down to eat.



Summer Heat



It was a blistering hot summer day. I had just walked a couple of miles from the auto dealer repair shop where I had left my car for a tune up. Normally it's a pleasant walk but today it was just sweaty. I was nearly home when a voice behind me said, "Oh good, could you help me with this?"

I heard her bike come to a stop. It was Kimberly, my neighbor, kitty corner from across the street. I was standing right in front of her house. Kimberly and her husband are a young couple that purchased their first home here several months ago. Kimberly is a grade school teacher. I'm not quite sure what her husband does but he does it in a suit and he is gone by 7 am and back around six. They were young, good looking, and athletic. They always seemed to be doing something energetic like biking, snowboarding, rock climbing, running. They dove into fixing up their new house by refinishing the floors, painting, gardening, and even jack hammering out the back cement patio. I used to be like that but after two decades in the same house there isn't that much more to do and I can afford to hire people to do most of those projects now.

Kimberly was returning from her morning ride which I'm sure was a 50 miler. It was about 11 am and the heat left a moist glow all over her. It was summer, school was out, and she had her days free to take morning bike rides into the local hills. Me? I was just taking a couple of vacation days for the heck of it. I'm maxed out on vacation at work and it's use it or lose it. My wife was at work.

"Sure, what's up?"

"I need a hand to get this up on the rack. C'mon into the garage with me."

I followed her into the garage and saw it lined with their sporting equipment including several bikes.

"I don't use this one very often so I keep it on that high rack in the corner. I'll lift it up but you can spot me on the step ladder so I don't fall and kill myself. I'm just feeling a little woozy from riding in this heat."

"No problem," I said as I followed her.

She parked her bike against the wall and dragged a step ladder over to a spot beneath the rack. She climbed up three steps and bent over to lift the bike. I steadied her by grabbing the calves of her legs. Kimberly had fantastic legs. At the moment they were smooth, moist, and hot from exercise. As I looked up I could see her perfect round ass molded into her tight white spandex shorts. I could even see the cleft of her pussy clearly outlined between her slightly spread legs. For a brief moment she wobbled and I pushed her back up with the palm of my hand on her ass. Man! Was it firm and muscular! She spent a bit of time with the fasteners on the bike rack and I entertained myself peering at the moist line of wet fabric running from between her legs up through her ass crack. It was a hot ride indeed! I backed off as she stepped down off the ladder.

"Thanks. That was perfect timing you being there right then."

"Yeah but you probably should have started earlier in the morning when it was cooler. Just my short walk from the car place has me beat. I'm going to go home and hose my self off to cool down," I said.

"No. No. Stay and have some drinks in the backyard with me. Bottled water, lemonade, beer. We've got plenty of cold drinks. And some shade now that we finished the deck. Let's get to know each other."

I hesitated a little. Kimberly and her husband had moved in about 4 months ago. We met them while my wife and I were walking our dogs in the evening. As we passed by their house they saw us and came out to introduce themselves to us. We chatted a little at the time and a couple of times since then but we really haven't socialized. Besides, we're in our early 50's and they are what? In their mid 20's? Our lives are pretty much on different tracks.

Kimberly was cute, not drop dead gorgeous, but cute. About 5'8", straight blond hair parted in the middle and tied back in a ponytail, shoulders a little broad but a narrow waist, and of course her firm ass and luscious legs. She had nice sized breasts, good handfuls I'd say, but for right now they were plastered nearly flat by a sport bra top. The nubs of her nipples were clearly showing through the fabric moist with her sweat. She has a round inviting face with expressive eyes. With a little makeup she might actually be stunning. I guess now was an opportunity to be neighborly.

"Sure, I'd like that."

I followed her through the garage and into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and peered in bending at the waist. Ah, another glimpse of her hips stretching the thin white fabric across her ass. I nearly reached out to put my hands on those firm cheeks again.

"What do you want?" she asked, "I've got some cold Coronas and limes".

"That sounds perfect for a hot day," I said.

She stuck her left hand out with a beer and she turned to look at me. I tore my eyes from her ass to the beer and said, "Thanks."

We went out to the shady part of their deck and I flopped into a chair. She set her beer on the small table between us.

"I'm going back for some chips. I could use a little salt right now."

I sat, squeezed a wedge of lime into the bottle, and savored the cold tangy beer. She was taking some time getting the chips but when she returned I could see that she had changed into some dry clothes. She was barefoot, wearing a short white pleated tennis skirt and a short cotton button down top that bared quite a bit of her toned midriff. Her breasts, now freed from the sport bra, bounced underneath.

She pulled the chaise lounge into the sun and laid back on it facing me with her legs crossed. We talked, revealed the essential basics of our lives and gossiped a little about the neighborhood. We finished the first beer and then a second. We were both feeling pretty relaxed by now. She didn't know it but as she slouched in the chaise I could glimpse her white panties under her skirt. They wedged up and outlined the mounds of her pussy. And just peeking below the hem of that short blouse was the bottom rounds of her breasts. She didn't seem to act as if she had seen any of my glimpses or that the bulge from my semi-hard on was at all visible. She went in for a third set of beers. I couldn't help but think about how cute she was with that gorgeous young tight body barely covered with just a thin layer of fabric. She was going to give me something to jerk off to when I got home.

She returned and we continued chatting as before. As we talked, she shifted in the chaise and I could see that she was opening up her legs little by little. The stiff pleats of the skirt were tenting across her thighs. I was getting excited at the prospect of more glimpses of her pussy outlined in her white panties. What I got was a perfect view of her smoothly shaved pussy with the hood of her clit poking out the top of her slit. It looks like she did more than just get a couple of beers earlier. By now I was sporting a raging hard on and, try as I might, my eyes drifted to the show in front of me. I lifted my eyes to hers again and I saw her looking at the bulge in my shorts. She continued staring and then looked up at me. Our conversation stopped.

Now she looked down at my shorts again and slowly but deliberately splayed her legs wide hiking her skirt up her thighs. She brought her cold beer bottle down between her legs and pressed the cold glass against her clit. She flinched at the coldness but kept it there slowly moving it side to side. She slouched down a little further scrunching the skit up to her waist. She was looking straight at me and I could clearly see the mounds of her breasts up her blouse. She set her beer down and reached with both hands to her pussy. One set of fingers circled her clit and the other slowly slid up and down her slit. I could now see the small inner lips of her labia. Her pink pussy was glistening in the sunlight from the condensation from the bottle and her sweat.

I looked in awe at the young athletic body in front of me. I found my own hand already rubbing my cock through my shorts. She used both hands to spread her pussy wide so I could see her inviting hole. I slipped my hand into my shorts. While I sat there rubbing my cock in front of this gorgeous neighbor of mine she unbutton her blouse and released her firm breasts. Her nipples pointed to the sky and she gave them a hard squeeze. She slipped her hands down and she plunged two fingers into her pussy. Her thrusts into her pussy matched the rhythm of my strokes on my cock.

She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them off. "I guess we've crossed a line . . . didn't we?" she said softly.

"Guess so," I replied, my eyes locked onto hers.

She slowly got up from the chaise. She dropped her cotton blouse to the deck. She bent over looking at me. A wisp of blond hair brushed over her face. My eyes moved down to her hanging tits. They jiggled as she stepped out of her skirt. She was now fully naked before me. She moved closer and spread my legs. With her hands on my shoulders she leaned forward and slowly rubbed her tits across my face moving them side to side. They were steamy and I licked the salty sweat as they swept across my lips. I pull my hands out of my shorts and grabbed her tits. I shoved a nipple into my mouth and circled my tongue around it. She moaned with pleasure.

Leaning forward, she licked my ear, and then whispered, "Don't stop. That feels so good."

Her warm breath in my ear made my cock leap. I licked one nipple and then the other and then buried my face in her moist cleavage.

She then backed up, closed my legs, and straddled her legs around the outside of my thighs. She lowered herself onto my lap and started to grind her pussy into my cock. I put my hands on her hips and she played with her tits while looking into my eyes. I could feel her pussy split across my shaft as she ground her clit into the fabric of my shorts. She leaned over to my lips and plunged her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined and I struggled not to cum right then and there.

"Oh fuck! This feels good but let's get you naked," she said with a tone of desperation.

She slid back off my lap and pulled at the waistband of my shorts. She hooked the waistband of my boxers as she slid them down. My cock sprung free into the hot summer afternoon air. She knelt down to untangle the shorts from my ankles and flung them off the deck and into the grass. She took a moment to admire my cock. Her left hand wrapped around the shaft and slowly traced the veins. My balls were hanging loose in their sack in this summer heat. Kimberly gently cupped them in her right hand. Then she leaned forward and ran the flat of her tongue from my balls to the tip and back down. She then took my whole ball sack in her mouth and rolled them over her tongue. I was in ecstasy as I slouched in the chair and watched her head bobbing on my cock. She drooled spit on it and covered it with a thick film of saliva. 

"Perfect," she said as she got up to straddle my naked cock this time around. She split her pussy around the shaft and rocked forward and back rubbing it along her slit. I could feel the friction of the inner lips of her pussy on the underside of my dick head. Between her spit and her juices we had plenty of lubrication. I felt fucking great! She rocked with steady deliberate thrusts now with her head back, eyes closed and her tits swaying. She was consumed by the feeling of my cock sliding up and down her slit. She slid faster and faster and grunted softly. Then, without warning, she grabbed my dick and furiously rubbed the head of my cock onto her clit. Her face scrunched up, she bit her lower lip, her stomach contracted, and she writhed in a shuddering orgasm. She continued to press my dick onto her clit as the waves of pleasure swept through her.

She collapsed forward and put her arms around my neck. She breathed heavily and put her tongue into my ear again. Now she slid her hips forward, up a little, down, and pressed the tip of my cock onto her pussy hole. She was tight from her orgasm. She wriggled, pushed a little harder, and my cock plunged inside her. Another groan escaped her lips. She lifted and came down on my cock. She lifted and came down again. Then she held me tight as another orgasm pulsed through her. I could feel her pussy contracting on my cock. We were dripping in sweat.

Slowly she started to ride my shaft. "Damn!" she said in a breathless voice, "That second one was amazing with your cock stretching my tight cunt." This young thing talking dirty only made my cock harder. She sat up and I looked her firm athletic body up and down as she continued to ride me. Her tits pointed at me and jiggled slightly as she moved up and down.

"Lean back so I can see you fuck me."

"So you like to watch . . . do you? OK, I'll give you something to watch."

Then she leaned back with her hands on my knees and I could see my glistening dick being pumped by her pussy. Her lips were spread wide and her clit swollen from her orgasm. She could see the lust in my eyes.

Leaning forward she put her lips to my ears and breathed, "I'll do anything you want me to."

"Turn around," I said, "I want to fuck you from behind."

She smiled, lifted herself off my cock, and turned around. She dragged a foot rest in front of her to lean on and then she bent over.

"Just a minute," I said, "I love this view."

Before me was her heart shaped ass and firm cheeks. Her muscular legs were together and the mounds of her labia pushed through her thighs. They were thick and full and now wet with sex.

"Spread those pussy lips," I demanded.

She moved her legs apart a little and with both hands reached between her thighs and spread her pussy wide open revealing the perfect pink oval of her inner lips and a black inviting hole for my cock.

"That is just beautiful," I said, while stroking my dick, "Sit on me."

She reached back and guided my cock into her pussy. She leaned on the footrest again and pumped her ass up and down as I watched my cock slide in and out. The folds of her pussy wrapped around my shaft. She looked back at me and smiled as she saw me staring at her ass.

"How's it feeling back there? Are you enjoying that tight cunt of mine? Cause' I could do this all day."

And I bet she could with those strong thighs of hers. She laughed softly as we heard voices just over the fence as a couple of neighbors strolled by on the sidewalk. Now I was ready to really do some fucking.

I grabbed her hips as I stood up and pushed my chair back. I started to pump her faster. We both grunted with my thrusts. Her tits bounced and my balls slapped her firm ass cheeks. She began to lose her footing.

"Let's move over to the table," I said.

We separated and quickly moved to the food table, pushing the chairs aside. She flopped onto the table pressing her tits into the glass. I spread her legs with my hands and shoved my thick hard cock back into her sopping wet pussy. Now I could pump her hard without her falling over. And pump her I did! The sensations in my cock were out of this world. I couldn't believe that I was fucking this beautiful young slut and she was enjoying every minute of it. I pounded my dick into her and she just kept asking for more. As I kept fucking her cunt from behind I reached around and started fingering her clit. She instantly pushed her ass into me and came with a shudder. Her juices poured down our already sweaty thighs and her knees went weak. I grabbed her hips and with a few more hard pounding thrusts I exploded into her. Streams of cum erupted into her hot wet cunt. It felt like it would never end (and I didn't want it to). Breathless, I finally pulled my cock out and a dollop of cum plopped to the deck. It was followed by thick stream oozing from her hole.

"Stay put a second. I want to see it drip out of your pussy."

"You what?"

"I want to see my jizz dipping from your cunt you little slut! Relax. Just let gravity do the work."

"You dirty man you," she said teasingly.

"Well, that's my fetish. What's yours?"

"Older men . . ."

I stroked my cock as I watched the thick white cream slowly drip from her pussy onto the wooden deck. After a while Kimberly turned and stood to face me. She leaned back against the table and put one foot up on a chair. With a satisfied smile she reached down between her legs and with two fingers scooped some more creamy cum out of her pussy. She slowly rubbed it on her tits and then one finger at a time she licked them clean. I nearly came again! She stepped over to me and planted a wet kiss on my lips. She took my hand and we went into the house.

We cleaned up together in the warm spray of her shower. We soaped and fondled each other for a long time. She was even able to bring my exhausted cock back to life with her mouth but we were done fucking for the day. She threw on her shorts, a T-shirt, and flip-flops. I gathered my clothes from the back yard. It was about 3 pm and time to go. She saw me to the font door. We said our so-longs and as I was stepping out the door she put her hand on my shoulder.

She leaned over and said softly, "Come on over for beers anytime. The summer is just beginning."

I smiled and walked across the street to my house thinking of all that vacation time I've got saved up.



Summer Heat



 These are a few chapters and I will try to update this as soon as I get a feel of where to go next.

Kay

*

"Today's highs are going to be in the 90s with a low of a possible 75 tonight." I flicked off the television in disgust at what the weatherman had just said and quickly rethought my outfit for the day. Looking down at the jeans and button up short-sleeve shirt I had picked the night before, I was seriously debating on whether or not to grab the cleanest looking t-shirt and just forget it. 

I had just moved here to Knoxville and the weather's reputation had not let me down one bit. I looked at the open windows of my Victorian styled home and knew immediately what I was forgetting to check on. I walked into the next room and saw him, the air conditioning repair man, also known as my angel in disguise. 

Bent over working on the vents, he seemed of large build and he only proved my theory by standing to greet me. He stood over six feet five inches tall and compared to my five foot six, I was barely meeting his broad masculine shoulders. His fierce blue eyes met mine and I was unknowingly a goner right then. 

My heart did that funny little flippy thing it does when I get excited about something or in this case someone. He reintroduced himself and explained what was wrong with my AC, then explained that it would take a few days to fix it completely. 

Disappointed, I walked into the kitchen and noticed the clock on the wall read 4 P.M. "SHIT! Where has the day gone? I haven't eaten a thing all day!" I then suddenly realized that I was beginning to feel the dizziness that accompanies fasting and stumbled towards a chair. But before making it to the chair, I thumped to the ground as everything went black. 

2

I awoke to a strange sensation. I felt the coolness of a damp washcloth being pressed to my forehead while a strange, yet slightly familiar, voice called out to me. 

I slowly remembered that it was Andrew, the AC repairman's voice and floated back to reality. My eyes fluttered open to the gorgeous site of a dark haired, blue eyed man leaning over me with a severe look of worry on his face. I sat up as he asked me continuously if I were alright or if I needed anything. 

Slowly standing, I replied that I was fine and had just forgotten to eat. He looked at me with a sigh of relief and handed me the glass of water he had just poured. His large hands and arms guided me to my couch and he sat beside me until the pounding in my head subsided. 

He was attractive and I had nonchalantly noticed that he wasn't wearing a ring, which I must admit made me feel a little better instantly. I caught him looking at me, again with the worried look, out of the corner of my eye and turned to him. He smiled a weary smile and asked again if I were alright. 

I looked at him and a burst of courage came from nowhere. "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" I asked as if nothing at all had just happened. He looked at me shocked but smiled as I explained that I had just moved here and did not know anyone yet. He smiled the sexiest smile I have ever seen and said he would love to. 

After making sure that I was fine, he left me and went home to get cleaned up for our date. I wasn't quite sure if it was really a date, or just a casual dinner thing but I dressed to impress either way. 

I thought out loud as I showered and readied myself for dinner, "What the hell possessed me to ask him out for dinner? And just what do I suppose is going to happen? We fall in love after he fixes my AC and rescues me? God Kay, get a hold of your self! Its just dinner with a new friend, let it evolve into what it will and stop with your stupid expectations." 

As I was adjusting my smaller than I thought top yet again, my doorbell chimed the arrival of a guest. My heart stopped then fluttered as if I were on speed or something. I looked at my cell, "He's thirty minutes early," I thought out loud, talking to myself yet again. 

I almost pranced to my door when I saw his tall figure fill my glass doorframe. I opened the door to a sharply dressed, and oh so sweet smelling, version of the man that had rescued me in my kitchen only a mere hour prior. 

"My god, you look beautiful!" 

He said as he blushed in realization that it was said a loud instead of in his head as planned. I smiled back at him, "You look quite handsome yourself Andrew, and that cologne you're wearing is intoxicating." 

We stood staring at each other for a few seconds, drinking in our presence until he motioned to his car. I grabbed my bag and noticed what my carriage would be for the night. I gasped as I saw his fully restored 1969 Ford Mustang, it was navy blue and it sent chills through me. I had always been a Chevy girl growing up, but had secretly kept a place in my heart for Ford Mustangs. 

Noticing my expression, he laughed and asked if I was sure that I was going to be ok. I looked from him to the car and back to him again with a foolish look of love-struck in my eyes. Andrew grabbed my hand and led me down my stairs and as he opened the car door, I caught another waft of his intoxicating cologne. It was so intense that it almost made me feel like skipping dinner completely and heading straight to my bedroom. But of course, being a good Southern, and Christian, girl I kept my thoughts to myself as Andrew drove us to dinner. 

After our dinner, which was composed of fine dinning and conversation, Andrew offered to take me downtown. Looking at him oddly, he informed me that Downtown Knoxville was mostly a historical part of town which just so happened to be beautifully lit at night. 

I agreed, thankful that I had not worn my new shoes as planned, and we set off for downtown. Andrew showed me around Market Square and told me that it was host to many events. He told me of the farmer's markets, concerts, food venues and many other things to see at Market Square. 

It was then that I noticed that sometime during our walk, our hands had met and had not left each other all night. My heart jumped again as we stopped in front of a water fountain that was made to play in. At night, you could see the entire city lit up as if dancing with energy. 

We stood by the water at the World's Fair Site and watched the lights reflect off of the Sun sphere in the middle of the park. I could not honestly recall a better date than this; he took me for dinner and a romantic walk afterwards. 

I was falling fast for the blue eyed man that towered over me. Andrew noticed me shaking slightly from the night breeze and pulled me close to him, I looked up at him as our lips met gently. My heart stayed faithful and fluttered in such a way that I thought it was going to jump into my throat. Andrew squeezed me tight in an embrace as we continued to kiss beneath the Sun Sphere. My head swam in his cologne and I knew then that I was gone. 

Sadly and reluctantly, we broke our kiss as we headed back to Andrew's car. I really didn't want the night to end, but I knew that he had to work the next day. Andrew drove me home and when he walked me to my door, he kissed me with such passion that I thought I would melt right there on my porch. 

He said goodnight and said he would be back tomorrow to finish working on my AC. I watched him drive away from the safety of my home and then floated off to my bed. I slipped into my usual night attire and drifted off to sleep as soon as my eyes closed.

3

I awoke to the dreadful sound of my alarm clock going off. I sat straight up in the bed as if startled and swung myself out of bed. I danced across the cool hardwood floors into the bathroom for my morning shower routine. I recanted last night's events while washing my hair and a big smile painted itself on my face. 

I got dressed in a much cooler outfit than yesterday's and headed out to the kitchen. The doorbell chimed and again my heart stopped. I opened the door expecting to see Andrew's smiling handsome face, but was greeted by someone else entirely. 

"Hi ma'am, I'm Jonathon and I'm here to fix your AC." Catching the disappointment in my expression, Jonathon smiled as he informed me, "Andrew had to pick up some parts for your AC but he will be joining me later." 

I motioned him to come in and offered him something to drink. "No thank you ma'am. I'll just go ahead and get started on what I can before Andrew gets here with the parts we need. You won't even know I'm here." 

I worked in my kitchen for what seemed like eternity going over case files for the job I was starting the next week. Files of unidentified remains waiting to be named and put to rest. I heard the doorbell chime once again and was greeted by my new favorite person. 

"Hey, sorry I'm late! I had to pick up some parts for your AC and it looks like Jonathon beat me out here." I smiled as he leaned in to kiss me; we then walked into my living room where Jonathon was working on my venting system. Andrew went back to my kitchen with me before working and we spoke quietly of the previous night. 

Andrew sat at the table while I went to check my cell phone, which was ringing in my bedroom. Walking through the living room, I felt a sharp crack against my skull and I landed on the floor with a thud. Andrew came running into the living room to find Jonathon standing over me with a wrench in his hands. 

Running towards him, Andrew lunged on Jonathon taking him down in one swift motion rendering him unconscious. Andrew quickly grabbed wire ties and used them as makeshift handcuffs until the police could get there. There was a knock on my door as the police and ambulance arrived. As ordered by Andrew, I lay completely flat on the living room floor until the paramedics gave me a complete check over. 

I was given the ok after the assessment of a large knot on the back of my head and told to rest for a few days. Officer Harvey Grant introduced himself to me and said that he couldn't wait to work with me next week. He wrote down everything that happened and had Jonathon sent down to the precinct. 

Andrew and I watched as they loaded Jonathon into the back of the cruiser and drove away. Walking slowly back into my home, Andrew begged me to rest on the couch while he finished my AC only a few feet away. 

By the time Andrew finished my AC, it was dinner time and I was starving. I had napped on the couch while watching reruns and I woke to find Andrew holding me. Slightly embarrassed, but comfortable with waking up with him, I slowly sat up and asked if he were hungry. 

"I could probably eat a horse, but what do you say about a pizza?" 

I nodded in agreement and stood to go grab my phone. It was then that I realized that I had never gotten the chance to check it earlier. I dashed to my bedside table and snatched up the cell phone. Five missed calls, three voicemails and 8 text messages. I checked the voicemail first. 

The first voicemail was a call from my mother checking in on me, the second being from my dear friend Dawn complaining that I never return phone calls, and the last being from someone at my new office. Dawn had even tried to text message me with no prevail. I hit Dawn's speed dial and she picked up on the second ring. 

"You know, I should just let you get the voicemail like you let me do. What the hell is going on with you that you can't even answer the phone for your best friend?" 

I took the time to fill her in on the day's events, "OH MY GOD! Are you ok hun? I feel so bad for chewing you out now!" "Dawn honey, don't feel bad, I let you get the answering machine way too much and I know that. But just so you know, I don't do it on purpose," I said trying to lighten the mood. 

"Well, my trip down there has just been bumped up. Mikhail and I broke up and I need a break from here. You up for company a little early?" I looked at Andrew standing in my bedroom door, "When are you going to get here?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could manage. 

"Sometime next week, I have to find someone to watch the house for me but that shouldn't be a problem hun." 

I looked back at Andrew and told Dawn I'd call her back the next day. Hanging up the phone I walked over to Andrew and kissed him with a fierce passion that let him know exactly what I wanted. I unbuttoned his shirt fumbling with the buttons and tried my best not to trip over my clothes that had quickly pooled in the floor at my feet. 

I awoke the next morning to the feeling of being held and quickly remembered what had happened the night before. Rolling over to put my head on Andrew's chest, I caught a glimpse of him sleeping lightly and smiled at just how beautiful he really was. Nuzzling his chest, I dozed back off and woke to find Andrew gone. 

My heartbeat hastened at the thought that he had just left me and I didn't think to check the noises that were coming from my kitchen. A few moments later it dawned on me that he hadn't in fact left, he was only making me breakfast. I put on the baggy t-shirt he left lying in the floor and strolled to the kitchen. 

A half naked man stood at my stove, breaking eggs and browning toast. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and squeezed him tight. I thought to myself how lucky I felt to have found someone like Andrew only a week after moving to Knoxville. 

"I should have moved to Knoxville sooner, what do you think?" 

I said out loud to Andrew's muscular back. 

"Well, it would have been nice but I have you now so that's really all that matters" 

Andrew said to me smiling and I smiled sheepishly too.



Summer Heat



She lay restlessly on her bed...the freshly laid white sheets long since crumpled by her tossing and turning...the light duvet, also crisp white in colour, kicked ruthlessly away so that it now lay half at the foot of the bed and half bunched on the floor. The room was heavy with thick humidity...no air being able to provide respite from the heat, despite the bedroom windows being fully open.

She lay now on her back, naked save for a pair of plain white cotton panties...her arms flung wide and stretched above her head...her legs apart, one stretched wide to a corner of the bed, seeking any coolness that may be found in the sheets and the other hooked, heel against the knee of the straightened leg. Her body is covered in a fine gloss of perspiration, causing strands of her deep chestnut hair to cling irritatingly to her neck and cheek.

With a heavy sigh of annoyance she sits up and reaches to the bedside cabinet for a hair band that she had noticed there earlier. With practised movements she gathers her hair with one hand, lifts, twists and, with the other hand, expertly fastens her hair to the top of her head. A momentary coolness wafts over the nape of her neck, raising goose bumps along the backs of her arms and over her naked chest.

Looking to the side she catches sight of her reflection in the bedroom mirror, easily but softly illuminated by the silvery moonlight. Instinctively, under her self-critical gaze, she broadens her shoulders and straightens her back, in doing so lifting her breasts and accentuating the roundness of her buttocks. She's pleasantly startled by what she sees. In the unforgiving light of day she is normally quick to find fault in her body. She is uncomfortably aware of the paling of her pallor and the lessening elasticity of her skin. Her obsessive critique would see a drooping of her breasts, a post-childbirth rounding of her stomach and a heaviness to her thighs. But now, in this subtle pale light, her breasts are fashionably full and rounded, her stomach is gently curved and her thighs are athletically firm and lithe. Is the light causing the mirror to tell lies or are the hours of running, swimming and tennis finally paying dividends. Were the compliments he lavished upon her this afternoon evidence of genuine adoration of her beauty, or just the lustful platitudes of a typical man seeking gratification of his sexual desires.

Oh he was genuine, she muses, recalling his soft voice, his gentle touch and his fierce passion! He hasn't fooled me with flattery and well-intentioned deceit, he has simply opened my eyes to what I am...a mature, sexy, beautiful woman!!!

She continues to study herself in the mirror, re-appraising each curve and swell of her body. She runs her fingers softly over her breasts...from the first gentle swell, following the deepening of her cleavage, warm and damp under her fingertips, before cupping her hands lightly underneath. Her mind drifts back to the harsh heat of the afternoon, when he stood behind her and held her breasts in just this way...she recalls the warmth of his chest against her back and the insistent pressure of his awakened member against her buttocks...and inevitably she recalls the way he delicately ran his thumbs over her nipples, as she is doing now! 

The pleasantly tingling sensation centred around her stiffening nipples is deliciously familiar. She rolls her thumbs over and around each growing bud, sighing as she recalls the soft kisses he brushed against her neck. She remembers with a smile how he had suggested then that she tie her hair up so that he could fully appreciate the beauty of her long and smooth neckline. She squeezes her nipples harder now between fingers and thumbs...he had done this too, whilst nibbling her neck and biting her earlobes. 

Then, she had leant heavily against his body, surrendering to his touch, while snaking an arm behind his head. Her other hand, she recalled with a hint of embarrassment , hand slipped instinctively between her legs. The need to enjoy the burning waves of pleasure centred there had seen her inhibitions evaporate. Now, she lay back on the damp sheets, at first continuing to pinch her hard deep pink nipples...unwilling to leave behind the memory of his hands on her breasts, his fingers sending shots of electric pleasure through her nipples. Inevitably though, now, as then, she couldn't resist the lure of greater pleasures and ultimate fulfilment pulsing insistently between her thighs.

She reached down with her right hand and cupped, almost protectively, her cotton clad pubic mound. Squeezing gently, she could feel her heat, and, running her fingers insistently along the length of her lips, she could feel her wetness through the thin material of her panties. She raised her hips off the bed at the same time as she rubbed firmly...moaning with the tormenting waves of pleasure she was releasing as she teased herself relentlessly. Soon she could clearly feel the creaminess of her juices seeping through the white cotton and over her fingers, just as she had earlier. In her minds eye she could see the discolouration of her increasingly sodden panties as clearly as she could see it in plain daylight before.

Rubbing vigorously over the hood of her clit, she visualised how she had earlier reached behind her back and grasped hold of him. She recalled clearly how his heated erect girth had filled her grip and how he groaned as she first stroked his length firmly. She remembered how tightly he grabbed her hips and how his smooth wet crown prodded her buttocks as hand pumped his cock aggressively. She remembered his groans and his heavy gasping breath and she remembered his fingers ripping aside the gusset of her panties and his hand pushing her back forward while the other pulled her hip towards him.

Writhing on the bed, her body dripping with the fresh sweat of her labours, her fingers circling furiously over her pulsing clit, she felt again the force of his rampant cock thrusting inside her and felt again the flooding waves of energy engulfing her. Releasing a long guttural groan of release and of fulfilment her clitoris spasming against her firm fingers, she remembered finally his ultimate thrusts of orgasm pounding against her buttocks and his deep groan of release as he unloaded his seed powerfully, deeply inside her.



Summer Heat



The characters and events in this story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. The work has been written for entertainment only, and is not meant to promote or endorse criminal acts of any kind.

*

It all began with our parent's messy divorce. I was eighteen at the time and Jane, being my fraternal twin, was the same age. After the division of assets our mom was left with little money, and the only thing she could afford in the way of a home was a dingy and cramped two bedroom apartment in a seedy non-descript suburb.

Jane and I were forced to share one tiny bedroom. Neither of us was happy about it - we fought like most brothers and sisters, and both of us wanted our own space. But neither of us could afford to move out, so what could we do? Circumstances being what they were we had no choice but to cope as best we could.

The incident happened about a month after we had moved in. It was the middle of summer, and the night was hot and sultry, making it difficult to sleep. It was that and the soft sound of moaning that woke me.

Now, any other person would probably have figured out what was going on and just lay there pretending to be asleep. Not thick headed me. I had to look. I swung half my body over the top bunk to look at Jane, who occupied the lower bed. 

The room wasn't completely dark. The street lamp cast its light through the thin curtains of our bedroom window. My sister was sprawled completely naked on the bunk. Her nightdress lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Jane's eyes were closed. Her legs were spread wide and her finger was tracing slow circles around her clit. I could see it glistening in the dim light, nestled between the wet and gaping lips of her shaven cunt.

Jane's other hand was busy squeezing one of her small but firm breasts. Her nipples were large and hard, distended with the excitement of her masturbation to the size of thimbles. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her hips slowly undulated as she began to slide her fingers in and out of her dripping slit.

Needless to say I was stunned by what I saw, so much so that I literally fell out of bed. Fortunately, I managed to hit the floor feet first. Unfortunately, Jane's eyes snapped open at the noise. From the guilty look on my face she instantly knew that I had seen her fingering herself. 

It was bad enough being shoved together in these cramped conditions. But this was the final straw. Jane has quite a temper. She flew at me in a silent rage. We grappled; fell to the floor wrestling madly. It was virtually a noiseless battle. Neither one of us wanted to disturb mom and then endure the indignity of explaining what all the fuss was about.

I was on top of Jane. I could feel her naked breasts pressing against my bare chest as I pinned her petite body with my weight. By now I had a raging erection. She is a pretty blond and the sight of her masturbating, combined with the squirming of our bodies as we slid against each other was more than enough to stiffen any man.

My cock slipped out of my boxers as we fought. It slid into her. The sensation was explosive. The feeling of her warm wetness swallowing my manhood made me lose all self-control. My blood felt like it was on fire and my heart was beating like a drum being pounded by a madman. I literally tore my pants off. My hips began to pump furiously. My prick slammed in and out of Jane like the piston of a racing car engine at full throttle.

At first she fought, then gave in to pleasure. By this stage both of us were beyond caring that we were brother and sister. Jane's fingernails dug into my back. She drew up her knees as I pummeled her cunt for all I was worth and laved her swollen nipples with my tongue. Then her body arched and she grunted as a shuddering orgasm sent waves of pleasure shooting through her.

"Please Jack," she gasped. "Don't cum in me. I ... I don't want to get pregnant."

There must have been some sanity left to me, for my sister's words penetrated my passion crazed brain. I rolled off her and sprawled on the floor, breathing hard, my dick standing up in the air like a flag pole.

I lay staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell was going to happen next. I had nightmare visions of the cops rolling through the door like spilt oranges and dragging me off to prison. It was a very scary thought. Maybe if I groveled enough Jane would keep quiet.

"My God, you're big."

I turned and looked at Jane. I swear her eyes were as large as saucers. She was staring at my prick, which was still pretty stiff as I hadn't cum yet. At seven inches I reckoned she was right. All I could manage by way of response was a belated "um." Her reaction to what had happened wasn't at all what I had expected.

She bent forward and cupped my balls in the palm of her hand and began to gently play with them. I was too stunned to object. I guess all normal relations that exist between brother and sister had ended when I'd fucked her like a sex mad rabbit overdosed on Viagra, and made her feel as is a stick of dynamite had exploded in her cunt.

My manhood was rock hard in seconds. Jane giggled at the sight of my waving shaft. She bent lower and sucked my nuts into her mouth, massaging them with her lips and tongue while stroking the head of my cock with her fingers. 

I gasped with pleasure. Before this the nearest I'd come to anything like sex (and considering my age at the time I feel like a real loser admitting this) was fondling my ex-girlfriend's tits. Then, when Jane turned her attention to my prick I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I watched in fascination as she slipped it into her mouth, and began to slowly caress the swollen head with her lips and tongue as her other hand played with my balls.

Jane's pace increased. Her head began to bob up and down with increasing speed. Faster and faster she went, swallowing more of my cock with each speeding stroke. As she sucked me she began fingering herself, which added to the excitement. 

I could feel myself on the verge of orgasm. I grabbed Jane's head, and pulled her on to me. My hips bucked, thrusting my prick deep into her throat. My balls exploded and I groaned as I sent a jet of cum gushing into her belly. Jane swallowed my entire spurting load without complaint. She held my cock in her mouth until I'd finished, then sat on her bunk and spread her generous cunt lips so wide I could see deep into her gash.

"How about returning the favor," she said with a grin.

"Sure," I replied, eyes fixed hungrily on her pulsing hole. "But tell me, where did you learn to suck cock like that? I would never have guessed you were that experienced."

Jane laughed as she pulled me down onto her dripping snatch. "Until a few moments ago I was still a virgin. Hard to believe, isn't it? One of my girlfriends has a collection of porno movies. I watched several out of curiosity. I guess I'm a fast learner." 

"Damn right you are," I mumbled as I began to probe Jane's gash with my tongue. I'd heard about oral sex, but wasn't experienced. Naturally I was a little clumsy at first, but quickly picked things up. Sis knew what she liked and had no hesitation about telling me how to pleasure her.

I began kissing her swollen clit, slowly sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Jane moaned in pleasure. She played with her nipples as her head rolled from side to side. Her body arched as I slid my fingers into the warm velvety wetness of her cunt. Her breath came in ragged gasps.

"Fuck me, Jack" she groaned. "Shove all your fingers deep into my cunt."

I needed no further urging. My fingers slid into Jane, stretching her wide as I shoved my hand in up to my wrist. She moaned deeply, but whether it was from pleasure or pain I couldn't tell -- I was too busy rubbing her clit with my other fingers. Her hips began to undulate, slowly at first and then with increasing rapidity as my hand explored the depths of her cunt. Suddenly, her whole body jerked and she uttered a gasping cry as she was wracked by an explosive orgasm.

I slowly withdrew my hand, and Jane swung her legs onto the bunk and sprawled face down upon it. Her eyes were closed, and there was a silly grin on her face that would have done the Cheshire cat proud.

"Oh, Jack", she sighed. "That was really good."

"And when I'm bad I'm even better", I replied, borrowing a witty line from an old Mae West movie I'd seen. My eyes rover over the naked body of my sister, and the sight of her shapely buttocks again stirred my prick to the stiffness of a crowbar. I decided to be very bad and find out what it would be like to fuck her arse and pry it open with my cock.

I climbed onto the bed and wiped Jane's cunt juice off my hand and onto my prick, lubricating the shaft. I pulled my sister onto her knees, spread the cheeks of her butt and pressed my raging cock against her tight little asshole. 

When Jane realized what I was going to do she began to struggle, forcing me to pin her down with a full Nelson wrestling hold. At that moment I had cast off all restraints and sense of morality. After what I'd already done to my sister it seemed that if I was in danger of being hung for stealing a lamb, then I might as well steal a fucking sheep.

"Jack ... Please," she gasped as I forced the head of my dick into her. "Oh, God...it hurts."

"Don't tense up," I warned her. "Didn't the girls in that porno movie take it up the arse?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Then you can do it too, sis. Just relax and let me fuck you."

I slid another inch of my tool into Jane and felt her quiver; then another inch and another until my balls were pressed hard up against her butt. Sis was no longer attempting to resist my invading cock. I guess her surrender was due to the realization that she was utterly helpless.

To say that I was incredibly horny would be an understatement. It was a powerful feeling -- holding my sister down and thrusting my shaft into her. Before I'd been rather passive, doing what she wanted me to do. Now, I wanted to exert my manliness, and I was enjoying every moment of it.

Jane moaned as I began to slowly pump my dick in and out of her hole. She was incredibly tight, and I knew I had to pace myself to make sure I didn't climax too soon. I'd given her about three thrusts of my cock when my eyes fell upon the small lava lamp on her bed head. It gave me an idea. I freed one hand, still pinning her with a half Nelson, grabbed the lamp and thrust it into her cunt. Sis gasped as the thickness of the lamp slid into her gash.

"Oh ... Oooh ", she softly cried as I began fucking her arse and pussy. After a few more thrusts I noticed that she was breathing fast and heavy, and that the lamp had become slick with cunt juice. I increased the speed of my thrusts, knowing that she must be very close to coming.

"Don't stop", she gasped, confirming my suspicions. "Oh, God... oh, fuck!"

Her body convulsed as if I had shoved a cattle prod up her arse and cunt, and I had to clamp my hand over her mouth to stifle her scream, which would have certainly woken mom, not to mention the rest of the neighbourhood as well. I swear a quarter of a cup of cunt juice must have spurted out of her slit and sprayed onto the sheets when she climaxed.

I slammed my cock into her a final time. My balls burst like a dam and flooded her arse with cum. We both collapsed on the bunk, completely spent. 

"You're right", said Jane, breathlessly. "You are definitely better when you're bad."

**********

I'm in my twenties now. I've got a good job and an apartment of my own. Jane is living with me and our sex life is great. When I forced my prick up her arse it made her realise she enjoys being dominated. Sis likes it when I make her strip. I then bind her hands behind her back, shove a vibrator up her slit and arsehole, and tie the toys in place. Then I force her to her knees and make her suck my cock. Her cunt juices are really flowing at this stage and she usually climaxes before I do. Then I usually finish her off by fucking all her holes until she lies exhausted on the bed with cum dripping out of every orifice. This is just one of the many things I do to her.

But of course everything has its price. We can never have children because the offspring of incestuous relationships have a greater chance of birth defects, and neither of us wants to bring a handicapped child into the world. Adoption, of course, is also out of the question.

Nor can either of us form satisfactory relationships with other partners. God knows we've tried. I guess the intensity of that summer night ruined this possibility for both of us. I suppose if there is any moral lesson to be learned from this story it's simply this: If you want to fuck make sure you don't do it with your sister.



Summer Heat



It was hot in the living room but even hotter in the bedroom, so Rosy had decided to sleep on the floor on the cushions from the sofa. Perhaps watching television would allow her to drift off to sleep. She was in the house alone, so she only had on a pair of panties. The tank top she usually wore was even too warm, so she'd even shed that. Laying there nearly naked, her 40D chest was damp from the heat. Eventually her eyes began to get heavy and she fell asleep with the sounds of the tv still droning away.

Suddenly she awoke, but was so disoriented. She was being carried over someone's shoulder, down a set of stairs, through a door and flopped down on bed, and then she was left alone.

So hazy, like someone had drugged her. She looked around, but it was a very sparse room. A bed with posts, strange looking walls, a chest,

mirrors on the ceiling. She tried to move but her limbs felt heavy, though, she was aware and could feel sensation.

She heard heavy footsteps and the door was flung open. A very big man came in carrying a bag. He set the bag down and walked to the bed looking down onto her nearly naked body.

He was dressed in black leather chaps, vest and had a mask that just covered around his eyes. For a moment the thought, how could he be dressed like that it's so hot, but it wasn't hot. It was actually very chilly. She realized as she looked up at her reflection. Her nipples were hard.

He didn't speak, but reached out and got two pillows... I'm going to die; He's going to smother me. She tried to move but her attempts were feeble. Suddenly a deep, growling voice came from the man. "You're not going anywhere."

He moved her like a rag doll and flipped her over on belly pulled her to the edge of the bed, stuffing the pillows under her hips so her ass stuck up in the air. 

Rosy started to cry. "Stop crying, I haven't given you a reason to cry yet." She stopped. He was rummaging in the bag, but she couldn't see what he was pulling out. 

She heard a click and something cold and metallic against her skin. Her panties were being cut off her. Suddenly she felt something cold and wet being rubbed around her tight little asshole, and without warning something was shoved up her ass. It was big, and she gasped, and started crying again. 

"I said, no crying, but since you can't obey I'll have to punish you." A large hand came down across her pale white ass, making her scream out." Scream as loud as you want, no one can hear you. It's soundproof" He spanked her again and again. Then moved his hand and began again. It burned, but now it hurt even more. Whatever he'd stuck up her ass, the spanking was making it go in even further and the pressure was stretching her ass open even more.

"Now tell me to fuck you.If you don't this will only get worse."

Stammering out "F-f-f-fuck me."

"Fuck me what?....and call Me Sir, and you'd better beg for it."

"Fuck me Sir. Please,please fuck me.I need to be fucked."

He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, pulled her legs further apart, and put more pillows under her. Now He could see her pink little pussy.

"MMmmmmmmm,you're wet you little slut. You really do want to be fucked." He walked to the end of the bed, between her spread legs and rubbed his cock up and down the crack of her red ass. She whimpered a little and he took the head of His cock and put it to her wet pussy lips. With one swift motion he entered her pussy and bottomed out. 

He was not a small man. She screamed out in pain.

He ignored her screams and kept fucking her hard, slapping her ass then holding onto her hips. Despite the pain, she was getting excited. What had he done to her? 

Now she was craving it, screaming with every thrust, but now really was begging with him to fuck her, begging him not to stop. What had he given her? She felt so wild, so wanton.

He reached down and bit her neck. "Cum you little whore. Cum for Me." And she did. Over, and over, in waves, despite how it had started. He pulled out of her and jacked his cock, spewing cum all over her bare ass, rubbing it into the red hot skin of her ass.

She fell into a deep black hole and felt, heard, and saw nothing.

Her eyes fluttered open and she realized it was in her own bed and the sunlight was filtering through the curtains. As she tried to raise up from the bed, she hurt practically all over, mostly below her waist. She gasped and hollered out. She fell back on the pillow beside her lover and whimpered.

The yell woke him. "Are you ok baby?"

"I don't know, everything hurts and my head feels fuzzy. I don't think I can sit up, I hurt down there so much."

He helped her roll over and raised the covers and looking underneath. "Oh baby, I didn't realize, I'm so sorry." 

"What, what's wrong? Why are you sorry?"

"You don't remember last night, do you?"

"I had some strange dreams, but I honestly don't remember much of anything, no. It was hot, so I went downstairs and lay down on the floor because it was cooler."

Concern showed on his face. "Just a minute baby girl, I'll be right back." 

He disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared with cool packs and a bottle of baby lotion. He began applying the cool packs to her ass and one between her legs. He was very gentle, but she still gasped and whimpered.

"We played last night. It was one of your fantasies. Always said you wanted to be taken forcibly by a stranger, and you would have no control. So last night I took you to the basement. Mind you I made a few changes down there that you didn't know about, but we were here."

"Why don't I remember?" 

His voice trembled a bit. "You also said it would be fun to be drugged. So, when I came home and you woke up I slipped you something. I didn't realize how it would effect you. I'm so sorry little girl."

He removed the cold packs and rolled her to face him. "I didn't realize I'd been that rough." He started carefully applying lotion to sooth where he'd spanked her and around where he'd entered her.

"I wish I could remember. Did I enjoy it?".

"I filmed it. Do you want to see it? You were so hot, wonderful,you screamed and screamed." 

"Yes, I want to see it Daddy." Her Daddy Dom.....He was always so careful not to hurt her beyond the pleasure point. She knew He didn't intend to really hurt her."Maybe we can watch

it and You can play with my titties. They don't hurt. 

He smiled and rubbed her nipples with the cool packs until they stood out straight and hard and the skin around them puckered. He loved her titties. He lay down and suckled at one tit while his large fingers played with the other.

They watched the scene unfold as it had the night before. Between the moaning and screaming on the 

tv she could hear him happily lapping and sucking her tit....then switched tits and suckled at the other. She rubbed her Daddy's back softly and smoothed his hair, and even though it still hurt, she watched herself with Him on the television and could feel dampness begin between her legs."

Muffled from between her ample tits he said "I love you, My little girl."

"I love You too Daddy." As she smiled and cuddled Him even closer to her. 



Summer Heat



It was hot....Humid, sweating, wishing you had nothing on hot. I had the windows down, and the breeze pushed my short white skirt even higher up on my hips as I drove. 

I glanced again at the note on the seat next to me.

"How's the new job? Lets talk about it over drinks, tonight at 6. Paul's place. P.s. Wear something you wouldn't have worn when working for me." 

I smiled a little as I thought of that last line and checked over the white mini dress I had chosen, if I bent over even a little, you would get a great view of my ass and if I leaned over, my cleavage practically popped out. 

Well, it was summer in my defense and since I found my former boss quite attractive, I was happy with my fashion choice. 

I pulled in and carefully got out of the car, tossing my long brunette hair back and letting the tight fabric ride up just a little as I walked into the bar. I felt several gazes as I sauntered in and smiled a little, looking for my dinner date. 

He had picked a dark booth in the corner and I felt a little chill run down my spine, we had never crossed any lines last year when I worked for him, and any conversation between now and then had been mostly innocent. He stood as I walked over and I watched his eyes take in my attire with a look all men have, part hunger, part admiration. 

I let my eyes wander also, tall, dark and handsome may sound cliché, but damn he fit the profile!

"Glad you made it," I smiled as we sat.

"Me too," He gestured to the waitress and ordered a few drinks, again turning his gaze to me. 

"So you wanted to talk about my new job?" I smiled teasingly.

"Yes...I think for tonight, you have a new position." 

I looked at him curiously, "No I started my new job over a year ago." (we now worked for competing companies.)

He waited as the drinks were set down, Vodka for him, Tequila for me. 

"No, I am pretty sure tonight you have a new....role." His eyes got a bit darker and I felt my pulse speed up.

"Do tell?" I bit my bottom lip lightly as I waited.

He took a long drink and then gestured with one finger, I leaned closer and he spoke quietly but firmly and confidently.

"Whatever your wearing under that, needs to be in my hands in 30 seconds, and if it's not, you will be in trouble."

I felt myself tighten a little at his words and glanced around hesitantly. 

He leaned back, smirking as I debated. 

I quickly slid my hands down, slid my dress up and took off the white lace long I had been wearing, I flushed a little when I realized it was damp, and not from sweat. 

I tried to slide it under the table and he leaned further back and shook his head no, and again crooked a finger at me. Embarrassed, I stood and slid my dress down and then walked over to his side of the table and put it in his hand. 

He grinned, and then let his eyes wander down my dress, I started to walk back to my side, and he reached and roughly pulled me in his lap, his hands sliding slowly over my chest and ass. Rubbing firmly. 

I wriggled a little and felt his cock harden as I rubbed against him. He waved for a check and then settled the bill, all the while keeping me firmly on top of him, caressing and groping at random.

I was getting hot, but a little surprised how fast this had happened, and not sure what to think. He was never this aggressive when I had worked for him and it made him more intimidating. 

He motioned for me to stand and as I did, he let his hands move slowly between my legs, I felt the heat in my face and tried to pull away. He quickly and sharply tapped my ass and then forced his hand between my thighs again and spread his fingers out making my legs spread. He pressed his body against mine and let his finger slowly slide in. 

"Like I said, tonight you have a new role, its not a negotiable position." 

He let me go and I pulled the back of my dress down and took the arm he offered, not questioning, just obeying. 

We walked right past my car and straight to his. He unlocked the door and reached for the handle, stopping to look me up and down again. 

"Have you ever played strip poker before?" He asked.

I nodded, "Sure, once or twice." 

He still did not open the door.

"Ever lose?" He inquired.

Again I nodded, "Yes."

"Great, we both know I would win at cards, so let's pretend you just lost." 

I stared at him, stunned. "We are in a parking lot...a dark one...but still..." 

He pressed me back against the car, and reached around and slowly unzipped the back of my dress. 

"There I helped you start." He stepped back and waited, expectantly. 

I swallowed and felt everything tighten as I reached up and slid the dress down my shoulders, my nipples getting harder as the summer air hit them. 

I hadn't worn a bra and he let his eyes take in every inch. I took a deep breath and slipped the dress off completely at my feet and stood there, totally naked in the night air other than my heels.

He smiled, an arrogant twitch of his mouth, and reached down to grab my dress. 

"After you." He opened the door of his car for me finally. "Make it slow." 

I again flushed and then very slowly bent down stark naked and suggestively climbed into his car and sat down.

He glanced at my legs and nodded his head a little. 

I let my legs slide apart, and gave him a better view. 

He went around, got in also, and started the car and we headed to the interstate. I felt very exposed but the humid air that felt so sticky earlier now felt wonderful. 

I glanced at him and feeling turned on and bold I reached over and let my fingers slide across his crotch, feeling the hard outline.

He put his hand on mine and pushed his cock against it inviting me to play, I continued to stroke up and down feeling him strain against his pants. 

"Where are we going, by the way?" I asked.

He smiled in response and took his hand off mine and instead let his fingers flick against my clit. 

"You're going to go on your knees in about five minutes." He said darkly.

"Oh really?" I questioned. I started to pull my hand away, and he stopped me with a look.

I watched him take an exit and after a few moments he pulled onto a dark gravel road and parked the car. Grabbing a blanket from the back he came around and opened the door, I slowly got out admiring how he looked in the moonlight.

I could feel myself get wet all over again. He shut the door and tossed the blanket towards front of the car and leaned back against the hood waiting to see if I would grant his earlier order. I smiled a little and leaned my bare body against him pressing hard. 

"Just a quick question." I pulled roughly at his shirt. "When is it your turn to lose at cards?" 

He grabbed me hard against him and crushed his mouth against mine, kissing my deeply, showing me with his tongue what he would soon be doing with his cock. 

"Right now." He replied.

I stood on the gravel road, in the August heat and watched something I had always fantasized about as he stripped down to nothing. I was getting hotter and hotter and it had nothing to do with the temperature! 

He looked and me and then at his hard dick and I felt myself drop to my knees, and let my tongue show my appreciation for the sight in front of me. 

I took him slowly, teasingly, and felt him stiffen even more, I took all of him, deep to the back of my throat and didn't stop until I gagged. I slid my mouth up and down, over and over letting my hands wander over his balls and massaging the base of his cock. 

He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled lightly as I worked my mouth. The breeze picked up a little and I felt the now cooler air teasing my clit, making me moan as I sucked him. 

He groaned, and pulled me to my feet, letting his hands rub all over my body, pulling at my hard nipples, slapping and grabbing my ass, rubbing my clit, and then sliding a finger slowly into me.

I cried out a little and pressed myself against him, my hand working his cock as expertly as my mouth had been.

He grabbed my hips and spun me around, and bent me forcefully over the car hood, the cool metal making my body shiver. He pushed me up a little on the hood to make up for the height difference and then tapped my thighs. I spread my legs wider, and I felt him step back and admire the sight of my ass pushed up, legs spread wide, bent over his hood. 

I tensed waiting for him, going crazy not being able to see him and heard a click, I started to turn but he pushed me back in place and I arched my back letting him take the pictures. 

He again came up behind me and let two fingers press part way into me. 

"Are you ready?" He breathed into my ear. 

I answered by writhing my body, making his fingers go deeper. 

He slid on a condom and then I felt the tip of his cock enter me, just the tip...I was going crazy and tried to push back to make him go further in.

He Grabbed my long hair and pulled my head back forcing my body away from his cock, until even less of him was in me, just the very end. 

"I think your forgetting your job description?" He spoke sternly.

I made myself go still under his hands and I could feel his satisfied smile. He let a little more slide in, and then out again and leaned to my ear again. 

"Tell me you want me," He commanded.

I swallowed and tried to concentrate. "I... want...you...very...very...badly!" 

I screamed in relief as he plunged all the way in, and we began to move together his cock filling me, my clit rubbing against the cold of the car, on the deserted field drive. 

His cock felt amazing and we moved faster and harder. In and out, back and forth. I started to climax and felt my breath get raspier and he stopped, forcing me still for a moment.

I whimpered and he whispered "Not yet." 

He pulled out and turned my around, facing me and lifting my ass onto the cold car hood, I let my legs spread as he again entered me half holding me in his arms, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and clung to him as our breaths came harder and quicker and we resumed our rhythm.

I felt his cock get fuller and pressed my mouth against his, kissing him hard as we both came, our moans carrying out into the night air. 

He collapsed again me and I leaned back, letting my vision clear and my breath come back slowly, he met my gaze and grinned satisfaction written on both our faces. 

I cleared my throat and reached my hand around his still hard cock tugging lightly.

"Any chance you're hiring for a permanent position?" I asked, dropping my voice seductively.



Summer Heat



The summer of 2012 held promises far beyond anything Hollie had ever had the nerve to imagine. It had started in the most inappropriately innocent way, with a smashed wing mirror, clearly the work of the latest preteen daredevil gang. That had caused a trip down to the nearest scrap yard and it was there, amongst the totalled convertibles and the old Fords that she'd reconnected with Daniel Evans. 

He was one of those men that her father would have instantly disapproved of with his smudged mischievous face, oil covered hands and the jeans-pocket stuffed with grubby banknotes. But then again, Dad had always disapproved of Danny. Hollie didn't care that he smeared petrol when they awkwardly hugged and she didn't care when he accidentally scratched the paintwork on her Seat Ibiza. All she cared about was the fact that she'd rediscovered her childhood soul mate. And this time, something in his eyes told her that their relationship was destined to go far beyond a simple friendship. This wasn't going to be one of those stupid high-school summer romances she told herself as he gallantly helped her over the remains of a mangled VW Golf, this was going to be something real. 

Maybe it was presumptuous of her to immediately decide that a relationship was going to stem out of this chance encounter, but the kiss they shared mere minutes after meting, overturned any previous qualms. Danny's hands were in her hair, his mouth rough on hers and had it been any other greasy scrap-metal-dealer, Hollie would have been horrified. But it was Danny, a man whose personality was etched into every last feature of his good-natured face. A man, who unlike others, didn't fumble when he spoke to her, didn't feel the need to compliment her for no particular reason. He was as naturally masculine as they came, and it suited Hollie just perfectly.

~

She could remember him as a child, the scruffy schoolboy who was always fighting, scabs on both knees as he charged around the playground. And then their infant school teacher, Ms Donald, telling him off, shouting at him for being such a nuisance, before the words, "Go and sit next to Hollie! Maybe she'll be a good influence on you." And that was the clincher. The little menace seated next to the groomed girl in the polished uniform, the two of them looking at each other with uncertainty until she spoke, with all the pomp of a pampered bitch-to-be, "What are you staring at? I don't like little boys.". And Danny, the charmer since day one, smiling wickedly as he borrowed one of her Winnie the Pooh pencil crayons, "I don't like little girls. But you're pretty. I like you." Being a golden child, the compliment shouldn't have taken the six year old Hollie by surprise but it did and since then, she and Danny had been inseparable. 

Hollie's mother hated it when her little darling brought Danny over for tea every day; she didn't think much of the little rogue or his parents or the council estate where they lived. But Hollie loved every part of him. She loved running around the high-rise flats, sneaking through the allotments, her mouth crammed full of stolen strawberries as Danny's hand pulled on hers, tugging her through the hole in the barbed wire fencing. It had been the best four years of her childhood, and it could have gone on forever until Dad had had quite enough. His little princess had come home once again with sticky, juice stained fingers, the front of her ridiculously expensive frock stained with the same blackcurrant remnants. 

They were moving, Hollie was told as she idly scrubbed her hands with washing-up liquid, they were moving to a nicer part of town, with less nasty little children to corrupt her.

And that had been it. Hollie hadn't even had time to say goodbye to her best friend before she was whisked away but now, ten years later, here she was, sitting on the bumper of an old Nissan, Danny Evans next to her, his arm draped casually around her shoulders as they reminisced.

"So how's Daddy now?" Danny asked, a hint of playful tease in his voice.

"Fine." Hollie grinned, "Just as pompous, just as disappointed in me and just as money oriented."

Danny laughed. "Perfect." She turned to smile at him and his mouth was on hers again, his tongue warm and searching, his grease-covered hand brushing her white skirt, green eyes zoning in on hers as they broke apart. 

"I never thought I'd see you again." Hollie murmured, looking distractedly in her bag to retrieve a tissue with which she attempted to wipe the oil stain from her skirt, "We moved so far, I mean."

Danny laughed, watching her futile attempts in amusement, before he leaned back against the windscreen of the car, "Your father clearly wasn't taking any chances."

"Mmm." Hollie abandoned her attempt at improvised laundry and turned to look at him, "You're different."

"Oh yeah?" A small smile played around the corners of her old friend's mouth, "In what way?"

Hollie shrugged, "Just more mature. A little more cynical I guess. Less innocent."

Danny sat up, "And are those bad things?"

"No." Hollie slipped off the hood of the car and smoothed down her outfit, "Not at all."

"Where are you going?" Danny sat up, squinting slightly as sunlight reflected sharply off the various old vehicles, "Already been scared away?"

"No." Hollie stepped forward and kissed him again, marvelling at her own reckless attitude, "I'm not scared of you."

"Good." Danny's voice was low as his hands slipped around her waist, pulling her slender body into his, "Because you've changed too. In a good way."

"Oh yeah?" Hollie's voice was barely a whisper as his mouth moved to brush against her neck, "How's that?"

"I dunno." Danny pulled her in closer between his denim clad legs, making her shiver slightly, despite the soaring temperature, "I was never good with words."

She stepped back as he pushed hard against her, a slight feeling of panic erupting in the pit of her stomach as she realised just how much of a man he'd become.

"What's wrong?" Danny's eyes, intelligent in his own way were on hers, silently assessing.

"Nothing." Hollie shook her head and smiled, "We should hang out, y'know? Do stuff together? We've got a whole summer."

Danny laughed, "Great. I thought you'd never ask."

~

Hollie knew that what they were doing was reckless but somehow that made their first time together all the more delicious. It wasn't planned; there were no candles, silk sheets or flutes of champagne, but more fittingly, a bottle of raspberry Sambuca and the back seat of Danny's second-hand Audi. One minute they were laughing about something ridiculous and the next their mouths had connected, stickily, with comfortable awkwardness. Danny's hands were rough but gentle at the same time, almost hesitant as he pushed up the skirt of her printed summer dress, his hands moving up her thighs as she pushed closer to him, the wild abandonment spurring her on, her mouth tasting his, the flavour of liquor present on both their tongues.

"You're so perfect." Danny's voice was low as they paused for breath, his eyes passing over her glossy brown hair and porcelain skin, "So flawless."

"So are you." Hollie murmured. And she meant it. In her eyes he was amazing, every last part of him.

Their mouths met again, frantically, Hollie's pulse racing as she felt him shift, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her to sit on top of him, before moving furtively under the fabric of her dress until his fingers reached her chest. 

"So beautiful." Danny gasped out the words, his breathlessness a mixture of lust and excitement as he moved one hand down to her panties, pulling them aside to touch her, his fingers surprisingly deft.

"God..." Hollie's mouth moved to his stubble, lips admiring the strong curve of his clenched jaw, the scent of perfume and petrol heavy in the air. It was so hot, so wonderfully hot, the sun blazing in through the windows, accentuating every perfect feature of her lover's face, making her skin prickle with the beginnings of passionate perspiration.

Her hands dropped to Danny's waist, rested against the flat of his t-shirt covered stomach as he pressed urgently against her, his fingers pushing against her entrance, sliding in, making her moan out loud as she pulled at the buckle on his belt. And then it was all happening wonderfully quickly as he lifted his ass up off the seat, wordlessly encouraging her to pull the layers of clothing away from him as he mumbled something into her neck, his hand moving to wrap around his length, to guide it to her as he gripped tight to her narrow waist. 

"Fuck..." Hollie's hands moved up to his arms, gripped his biceps through the thin polyester of his faded Rocky t-shirt as he pressed hard to her, hands sliding around to the small of her back, pushing her down onto him until he was completely buried. There was a pause as they stared at each other, mouths slightly open, Hollie issuing little gasps of discomfort, Danny breathing out a hoarse lungful of air before his hand moved to the back of her head, pulled her mouth down onto his and they kissed, furiously and fervently. 

And then he was moving, hands dropping to her waist as he began awkwardly manoeuvring himself in and out, holding her close as he built up a steady rhythm. It wasn't perfect; the backseat of a cramped car was never going to be perfect but it came damn well close. Hollie felt hot, sweaty and dirty but she loved it, she loved every last second of their fumbling embrace. The excitement and heat were almost more than she could contain, and she let it out by way of content little moans her heart thumping as Danny thrust repeatedly up into her, his movements strong and firm. Their eyes met wordlessly and they kissed again, before moving faster together, the sound of their colliding bodies barely audible above the gasps of pleasure.

"I never expected this." Danny's voice was a low whisper, his green eyes fixed on hers, "Just you, being here, and this..." He shook his head, "I...it's amazing."

"I know." Hollie tried to maintain eye contact but the escalating sensations were flooding through her body, making her moan and cry out, her eyes closing tight as she threw her head back and let it all happen. She could feel Danny's fingers digging deep into her skin but even the sharp pain felt good, it all felt amazing, as she clenched down hard and felt him reach his own peak, grunting out his release. They held each other for a moment, a pleasurable union of sweatily entwined limbs, before Danny reached up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. He was still breathless, his face shining with sweat but his emerald eyes sparkled as they gazed into hers, "This is gonna be the best summer ever."

~

They spent almost every minute together. There were walks, picnics, movies, races; all those things that they were too old to do but still enjoyed immensely. And at night they'd do what Hollie would have previously defined as joyriding, jumping into one of the not-so-totalled cars at the scrap yard and driving for miles and miles along the motorway, not caring how far they went or where they eventually ended up.

"You don't need much." Danny confided on one such occasion as they accelerated down a dual carriageway at midnight, "Just a pocket full of cash. And maybe a bank card. You could run away forever." 

The wind whipped through Hollie's hair as she turned to smile at him, "Like that guy in those Lee Child books."

Danny grinned and shifted gears, "I don't read books. I do the stuff myself." He pressed harder on the accelerator, ignoring the protesting splutters coming from somewhere underneath the bonnet.

"That doesn't sound so good."

"So?" Danny took his attention off the road and looked at her, "You're having fun aren't you?"

"Yeah," Hollie breathed a sigh of relief as he turned his eyes back to the road, "But the car could explode. We could die."

"No we couldn't." Danny laughed, "And even if we did, can you think of a better way to go? You're with me, having the time of your life and we'd both go together, without feeling a thing. Perfect."

Hollie snorted, "Whatever. Just slow down."

And finally he obliged, pulling to a complete stop on the hard-shoulder before leaning across and kissing her again, the heat of the moment resulting in the inevitable. It was liberating, Hollie thought wildly as their bodies pressed hard against each others, this almost illicit sex with Danny revitalised her, made her forget all her stupid university worries, allowed her to live a little. She stared up at the stars in the clear sky, her hands gripping tight to his strong shoulders as the traffic rushed past, drivers catching no more than a glimpse of their unmatchable love making. The two of them cried out into the cool night air as the breeze heightened every last sensation. Hollie could smell smoke and diesel and cologne and she could smell Danny, his wonderful unique scent. The smells and sounds poured into her senses and flooded her mind, circling into a whirlpool of pleasure as Danny moved on top of her, his mouth tenderly rough; his half-whispers eternally stimulating. They hit orgasm as one, crying out unrestrainedly, releasing their emotions in a half-dazed accelerated state, eyes staring deep into each others as they caught their breath. 

And then they were driving again, speeding along, swerving past supermarket lorries, the enormously blown-up images of groceries suddenly seeming ridiculously hilarious, their laughter drowning out the distant horns blaring behind them. 

"This is amazing!" Hollie's words were barely legible over the sound of the wind and other vehicles but Danny heard and he turned to look at her, the smile on his lips reflected in his vivid green eyes as he switched the radio on, Sean Paul's voice blaring out of the speakers.

The ever present sky was a clear midnight-blue as they zoomed down the tarmac for miles and miles, wide awake, without a single care in the world. Maybe they should have been disappointed when the first signs of dawn began to break across the horizon but the yellow glow only heightened Hollie's good mood. Another day was on its way, a day which was bound to be as wonderfully stress-free as the last few.

And it was. They ended up on the beach by six in the morning, the early hour meaning it was almost deserted. The sand was dry and warm as they raced across to meet the sea which was still far out, the waves gently lapping forward, the water a glittering expanse of liquid heaven. 

A sea of opportunity, Hollie thought almost solemnly, somehow relating the saltwater to her future; anything is possible. Danny was stripping, wading out into the gushing warmth, before turning back, and calling for her to join him. And as dangerous as it was to take off all her clothes, to leave them in a small pile on the not-quite-deserted beach, Hollie couldn't think of a better idea. 

The water was warmer than she'd expected, a comforting pool of silk, hardened only by the feel of Danny's body behind her, his torso appearing even more magnificent soaked in seawater. They swam out, farther than Hollie would have previously dared, the gently rippling water surrounding them, undulating in soft frothing waves as it soothed and unwound their bodies. It's peaceful, Hollie thought, even as Danny ducked her, pulling her mercilessly under the water, everything feels free and open, there are no restrictions. She resurfaced, gasping for breath, shaking her head before opening her eyes and chasing him back to shore, leaving the water behind, the grainy sand collecting on the soles of her feet. There were no towels but the warm breeze carrying across the sea soon swept the water off her body and she dressed hurriedly, suddenly wary of early sunbathers.

Danny watched her, the crinkles around his eyes accentuated by his amusement, "Chill out. There's no-one here."

But even if there had been, it didn't really matter. 

They hung out on the beach for most of the morning, lying on the warm sand, gazing up at the cloudless sky, the seagulls circling high above them as they talked about their lives, their dreams, all the conversation they'd missed out on over the last few years. But as Danny said, things happened for a reason. Maybe if they had spent the rest of their childhoods together, other things might have happened to separate them. This unexpected encounter was almost destiny and they could make what they wanted of the opportunity; embrace it or throw it away.

"And what do you want to do?" He asked teasingly, elbowing her softly, "Hang on to it? Or go back to the way things were before you bumped into me?"

Hollie turned to look at him, "I think I'll just go along with whatever happens." She sat up and looked across at the shimmering ocean before them, "We might get tired of each other, we might not. But right now I'm enjoying it." She glanced down at his tanned face, "What do you think?"

Danny smiled as he heaved himself up off the sand and pulled his t-shirt on, "I think you're absolutely right." He glanced around at the other sunbathers and pulled her up off the sand, "Now let's get out of here; I hate seeing fat people in bikinis."

~

In some ways Danny was the child he'd always been but in others he was almost like an aged jungle cat, mature and primitively powerful. It was his eyes that said it. The sparkling green irises would connect with Hollie's and the silence spoke volumes. There was pure intelligence there, flecks of gold hidden amongst the emerald surfaces, a sight only to be appreciated by those who looked close enough. And Hollie was always close enough. She held no doubts that their relationship was strengthened by the childhood friendship they'd shared all those years ago. Everything they'd been and everything they'd become was encompassed, all the good parts brought to the surface and revitalised, fuelling their hunger for each other. And when they were alone together, the hunger was insatiable.

Hollie had never felt more than excited curiosity when pursuing her physical relationship with men but with Danny, the sex was extraordinary. It wasn't just the physical pleasure that came with it, but the emotions that would hang heavy in the air, stimulating their lust as they moved with each other, eyes wide open as they spurred each other on, their moans and whispers unrestrainedly loud. 

Danny never ceased to surprise her with his sudden sexual desires, or deviances even; he'd be warm and loving one minute and rough and demanding the next. It wasn't that Hollie didn't enjoy it; she loved the rollercoaster ride but it sometimes unnerved her a little, caught her by surprise. Like the time they stopped over at hers, to catch the Wimbledon final, and he felt the need to stretch her limits a little.

The TV was on, the commentator's voice filling the room as point after point was scored before the constant rallies started to get boring, stretching on for far too long and Danny apparently needed some sort of release.

He stood up and pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his tanned brown torso before turning to her, the beginnings of a teasing smile appearing on his face, "You ever given a blowjob?"

Hollie tore her gaze away from the TV and looked at him, caught off guard, "Yeah. A couple of times. Didn't enjoy it much."

She turned back to the game and sipped at her glass of water for something to do, nervously aware that he was still watching her.

"Bet you'd enjoy it with me." Danny said in all confidence, "Didn't you say you liked me better than all them other guys?"

"Yeah." Hollie felt an air of edgy expectation wash over her, "I do. But seriously Danny. I'm just not so comfortable with...that sort of thing."

"Aw, come on Hollie." Danny's voice was gruff, almost goading as he watched her intently, "Or are you too much of a good girl?" 




Summer Heat



Hollie gulped, "It's not that." She flushed at the tone of protectiveness in her voice, "I just..."

Danny's hands moved to his belt, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuckled it, "You just what? Huh? You're too good for any of this?" He raised an eyebrow, "Too good for a guy like me?"

Hollie stared, hardly daring to believe her ears, "I never said that. I never thought that. What are you talking about?" She watched in barely-concealed wonder as he stepped out of his jeans, "I've done it all with you."

Danny laughed then, a humourlessly provocative laugh, "No you haven't. Not everything." 

"So what do you want, huh?" Hollie glared at him, "You think that by me giving you a blowjob, it makes us 'equal' or something? I don't understand you Danny." She shook her head in disbelief, "You know that you're worth more to me than anyone else!"

Danny seemed unperturbed by her rash confession, "Prove it." His face was impassive, "Get your pretty little ass over here and prove it."

Hollie laughed, more out of incredulity more than anything, "You're impossible."

"Am I?" Danny didn't even blink, "Or are you just a big prude?"

"A prude?" Hollie laughed, "Nice word Danny. Real nice."

He didn't flinch, "There you go again. Mocking me. You think you're better than me don't you?"

"What the hell?!" Hollie felt a strange sense of furious lust, "Danny, what the fuck is your problem? I thought we understood each other for gods sake!" She tried not to think about how wonderful he looked, standing butt naked in front of her, "I'm no better than you."

"Prove it." And his oddly calm tone only served to ignite her anger.

"Prove it? Prove it?!" She slammed the glass of water down and turned the TV off before crossing the room, "Fine I'll give you what you want. Bloody prove it...fucking stupid..."

She dropped to her knees in front of him, almost hesitating before the need to show him took over and she plunged recklessly, her mouth moving up on his cock to take in as much of him as she could. She felt his hands in her hair, gripping tightly, fingers winding their way through in order to obtain a good grip.

"That's right..." Danny's voice was hoarse, and she looked up to see him staring down at her, his eyes resolutely determined, "That's good..."

Hollie tried to glare at him but the anger she'd felt mere seconds ago had dissipated and suddenly, the feel of Danny in her mouth, the look on his face only spurred her on in an attempt to please him even more. She knew she should hate him for the ridiculous accusations but the look on his face told her he hadn't meant it. He hadn't meant a word of it. It had all been one big ploy to get her down on her knees in front of him. And his plan had worked a treat. She didn't know whether to be amused or angry but laughter clearly wasn't a feasible option. She felt him adjust his grip on her hair, green eyes still connected to hers as she forced herself to move further up, to suck hard on him and be rewarded by the barely restrained grunts that issued unevenly from the back of his throat.

"Hollie...I..." She stared back at him, her small hands gripping hard to his thighs, tongue moving rapidly around to elicit more strangled moans from the depths of his throat. This what you wanted? She felt proud of her own capabilities; the control she had over him exhilarated her, made her feel like she was calling the shots for once and all of a sudden she felt stupid for not having had the courage to initiate the oral sex herself. Danny pulled back slightly, regaining control, before pushing fully into her mouth again, his breathing somewhat ragged and uninhibited. 

Hollie fought the urge to gag, relaxing her throat as much as possible; her eyes fixed to Danny's face as he moved steadily, his fingers pulling tight on her hair. She felt wonderfully primal in her current state even though the almost degrading use of her was something she'd never have thought she'd be comfortable with. Why had everything suddenly changed? Danny's cock was filling her mouth and had it been any other man, chances are she'd have felt like some used little slut. But the way he looked at her, that unreadable expression in his hungry eyes just made it all seem...perfect. He was grunting, that wonderfully lustful sound, the indication of utter arousal and the fact that it was her who was turning him on made the sensations all the more beautiful. 

"Hollie...I...god..." He was pulling on her hair hard now, pulling her away from him, trying to control himself before the inevitable orgasm, his face a picture of delicious concentration. Half of her wanted to pull away, but the other half (the undeniably more aroused half) kept on at it, sucking hard, out of pure adventurous curiosity.

Danny's eyes seemed glazed over but she could sense his shock as she sealed her lips tight around his cock as he orgasmed, unavoidably shooting jets of his cum straight down her throat. She felt it running thick and warm down her throat, a scarily new sensation but one which she instinctively enjoyed.

Danny was breathing raggedly, his hands finally relaxing in her hair as she slowly released him, somehow exhilarated by what she'd just done. His eyes met hers in disbelief as she absentmindedly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Hollie, I thought..." He shook his head, apparently unable to convey his confusion.

She stood up and swallowed what remained in her mouth before smiling almost nervously, "You thought what? That I was a 'good' girl?"

Danny laughed, still somewhat surprised, "Well, yeah. Kind of." His hands reached forward, moving behind her to undo the zip on her summer dress, pulling the straps down over her shoulders.

Hollie wriggled out of the thin material and her underwear, letting the two items of clothing pool onto the laminate floor around her feet. "So, you're surprised?"

"Yeah." Danny took her hand, pulling her into a kiss as they stumbled up the stairs towards the retreat of her bedroom. "But in a good way." He pushed her gently onto the bed, eyes passing appreciatively over her tanned body as she smiled, 

"A good way, huh?"

Danny's mouth curved into a satisfied smile, "A very good way."

Hollie raised an eyebrow, "So...I'm not a big prudish snob?"

"I'm sorry." Danny ran the tip of his forefinger lightly across her mouth, "Hollie, I didn't mean any of that shit I said earlier. You know that, right? I just wanted to feel you on me. That sort of thing kind of makes me turn a little... y'know 'rough and ready'."

"Don't apologise!" Hollie clamped her palm over his mouth, "Danny, I wanted to do it. Give you oral, I mean. I needed to. Only I was too ashamed, and you saying what you did let me forget my stupid attitude." She released him, "You bring out the best in me."

"Why is that?" His eyes were on hers, "I mean, why are you ashamed of what you want?"

"It's just stupid." Hollie sat cross-legged up on the bed, almost confident in her nudity, "Just the way I've been brought up I guess. Sex was always a bad thing. Totally taboo. I guess that's why I screwed so many guys. To rebel in a way."

Danny laughed, "Wow. And am I meant to be another of your bad sexual conquests?"

Hollie laughed, "Well, duh! Imagine how appalled my Dad would be if he knew I'd been having sex with Danny Evans of all people." She leaned forward and kissed him, "This isn't anything serious." Her eyes met his, the silent meaning that passed between them contradicting her words.

"Well that suits me just fine." Danny kissed her back, his mouth hard. "Fucking around with some pretty girl who just wants to piss Daddy off."

"Good." Hollie felt her stomach clench as he pulled her body into his, "Cos I wouldn't want you to think I was getting too attached."

Danny pressed hard against her, the feel of him sending shivers through her, "I don't think I'd mind Hollie." His voice was low, "In fact, I'm quite sure I wouldn't mind at all."

"Really?" Hollie tilted her head back to look him in the eye, "Why's that?"

Danny laughed quietly, his hand tracing down her cheek, "Cos me and you go back a long way."

Hollie sighed, "That's our only excuse really, isn't it?" she whispered, "We justify all this crazy reckless driving and sex by saying we're like 'soul mates'. And that makes it all OK."

Danny shook his head, "Hollie, you don't need to justify anything. I like you, you like me, we have fun. Simple as. Who cares what anyone else thinks? You don't need to explain yourself to anyone."

"I know." Hollie squirmed slightly, "But people ask questions."

"And who says you have to answer them?" Danny's eyes passed over her vaguely anxious face, "Don't you ever get tired of fitting in to everyone's expectations?"

Hollie pulled a face, "Yeah... That's why I've been...y'know... hanging out with you all these weeks. Doing something for me. Something that I enjoy." She shook her head and scowled, "So enough of the 'self-discovery' lectures, OK?"

Danny laughed, "OK, fair enough." His mouth dropped down onto hers, hands moving to her ass, pulling her firmly into him. With a sigh, she melted into his embrace, arms going around him, hands running through his thick hair, pulling at it as they kissed, a low growl rising in Danny's throat as she moved her legs either side of him, welcoming his body into hers.

"You ready for this?" He paused infuriatingly at the last moment, hovering at her entrance, hands steadying her waist, his voice low.

Hollie opened her eyes and looked into his, "For god's sake Danny, don't mess me around."

His eyes sparkled, "I'm not. I'm just making sure." He rolled his eyes, "God, you're so demanding."

An amused smirk hovered on his face and then, rolling his hips forward, he thrust into her with one smooth movement, hands gripping tight to her waist as she cried out.

"Ahh..." Hollie's eyes closed tight again, her head falling to the side as he began moving in and out of her, his hand moving to touch her breast, fingers digging in almost painfully as he muttered something intelligible, his breathing quickening into short gasps. One of his hands was still gripping her waist and he moved the other to trail across her stomach, his fingertips pressing into the taut flesh as she arched her back, rising to meet his touch, her mind a mixture of emotions. Her heart was thumping away inside her, body covered in a sheen of sweat as she opened her eyes and stared at the magnolia painted wall, the exquisite sensations rippling through her body.

"Look at me." Danny's voice was a hoarse whisper, his finger rotating maddeningly on the flat of her stomach and she shook her head, eyes closing as she tried to control the pleasure that swept through her body. She felt him grasp her chin; turn her head back to its former position, leaning over so she could feel his warm breath on her face.

"Open your eyes Hollie." The hand that brushed her cheek was damp with sweat, and she forced herself to raise her eyelids, Danny's green eyes coming into focus above her, the irises gazing deep into hers. They were darker than their usual emerald shade, in fact the whole of his face looked darker, more dangerous than the rugged look she'd come to know.

He straightened up a little, eyes still secured to hers as he continued his relentless thrusting, his hand descending to her clit, one finger brushing it lightly, eliciting a startled moan from the back of her throat.

"You like that?" Hollie couldn't draw her eyes away from his as the tip of his finger hovered tantalisingly, a slight glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he taunted her, "You want me to touch you?"

Hollie tried to glare at him as he continued his relentless thrusting, and he laughed softly, a maddeningly sexy sound. 

"Are you laughing at me?" She gasped out the words as he drove harder into her, his body crashing into hers.

"Yeah." He laughed again, "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

Hollie sucked in a deep breath as his finger pushed down onto her clit, rotating steadily, distracting her as she tried to come up with some answer.

"I said what are you gonna do about it?" Danny repeated the question in the same teasing tone and she shook her head as he pressed harder on her clit, the sensations coursing through her sweat soaked body.

"Nothing."

He smiled, "Yeah. I thought so." His finger moved faster and she felt him adjust his position slightly, slamming harder into her, the change of pace and force sending her closer and closer to the edge, her thighs tensing as she tried to keep control.

"Let it out." Danny's whisper was hoarsely encouraging, "Let it all out Hollie."

Their eyes met again and she felt his free hand move to her chest, roughly caressing as she tightened around him, unable to prevent the waves of pleasure that began building between their bodies.

"Danny...oh god..." Her eyes closed tight as his fingers moved faster and faster, making her clench hard around him as the orgasm surged powerfully through her body. She cried out, and heard the low groan as Danny reached his own peak, shooting deep inside her, his weight coming down onto her, his hoarse grunts and whispers drawing every last ounce of pleasure from deep within her body until they were fully satiated.

~

Hollie woke up. She lay in the dark silence for a while, green eyes staring up at the ceiling before she rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 2:11 am.

"Danny?" She could feel his presence next to her, could hear his steady breathing. "You awake?"

Danny shifted beside her, "Yeah." 

She sat up, the thin sheet falling away from her naked body as she looked down at his face, silently admiring. 

Danny spoke again, "Aren't you tired?" 

"No."

He laughed softly, "And there was me thinking I'd worn you out." He sat up, "So what do you wanna do?"

"Now?" Hollie ran her fingers lightly up his muscled arm, "I dunno." She stepped out of bed, "What do you wanna do?"

Danny shrugged, "Let's go for a ride." He stood up and stretched, looking around the moonlit room for his clothes. 

"You mean drive?" Hollie raised an eyebrow, "Where to?"

"Not far." Danny pulled on his jeans, "Just go around town a bit. Everything looks better at night." He watched as she dressed, "I think there's some beer somewhere in the car too. We'll make a night of it."

Hollie laughed as she finished dressing, "Isn't that like every guy's dream? A can of beer and a half-decent car?"

"Almost." Danny followed her down the stairs and out onto the road. "You got two out of three."

Hollie frowned as he unlocked the car, "Well what's the third?"

Danny laughed again, "Aw, c'mon Hollie! As if you can't figure that one out."

She shook her head, "What?"

He slid into the driver's seat next to her and rolled his eyes, "A hot girl, genius."

Shaking his head he turned the key and started the car up, a steady purr reverberating through the night air as he pulled away from the kerb and started down the deserted road. "There's this great spot I discovered a couple of months ago. You're gonna love it."

"Oh yeah?" Hollie reached forward and switched the radio on, Young, Wild & Free pulsing tranquilly out of the speakers, "Where is it?"

Danny smiled across at her, dropping one arm around her shoulders, "Not far."

~

It wasn't far at all. Maybe three miles from her house, Hollie thought, yet she'd never come across it herself. Danny had just followed the main road, kept on at it, before turning up, going up a couple of steep hills before stopping on what seemed like a forgotten dirt track. There were old railway tracks, overgrown with moss, moulded into the land, decades away from their former glory. Hollie and Danny sat on the rooftop of the car, perched on the high road for what seemed like hours, talking, taking occasional puffs of one of Danny's rare cigarettes. The city lay out before them, like an opening shot for some action movie, bright lights piercing the darkness, a constant hum of traffic carried along by the warm breeze.

"I reckon I could sit here forever."

Danny laughed softly, "That's what I think every single time I come out here. "

Hollie sighed contentedly, "It's amazing."

She leaned her head against his chest and smiled, silently admiring the priceless view and ambience. 

The sound of her phone bleeping interrupted the peaceful moment and she scowled, motioning at her bag which lay by Danny' side, "Check who that is."

"Certainly." Danny fumbled with the clasp before emerging with the device, "It's...ah...Jessie." He glanced at her, "You want to answer it?"

"No." Hollie shook her head, "She'll leave a message."

And a second later, the text arrived.

"Hollie-where've-you-been?" Danny read out in a hilariously slow fashion, "You-missed-the-rave-tonight. Hit-me-back-if-you-wanna-go-pick-up-some-new-outfits-tomorrow. Love-ya."

He dropped the phone back into Hollie's bag and looked at her, "You wanna go?"

Hollie snorted, "No." It wasn't a lie. Going out with Jessie seemed like the last thing she wanted. Suddenly the idea of visiting designer boutiques had become unappealing. The girls she had laughed and giggled with, discussed boys with and sunbathed with felt like strangers. They didn't know each other beneath the surface. Talking about how you felt wasn't acceptable, all you were meant to do was go shopping in designer tank tops, bitch about your ex's new girlfriend and compliment each other on ridiculously expensive items of clothing. Hollie's connections with Jessie and the rest of their circle had only been skin-deep; she'd only been 'accepted' into that particular clique because of where she lived and how she looked. And through high school it had suited her. There were people to sit with at lunch, people to go out with, parties to attend and she'd gone through it all in some sort of a haze. It was only now, when she'd met Danny again, that she'd just begun to 'wake up' almost from that blithe mindset. Whilst being with a particular group of girls had had its good times, it suddenly seemed like there was a lot more to life. The relationships she's had with boys in the past were equally meaningless. It was the trend to have a boyfriend, to lose your virginity to a stranger, to date the guys on the football team. But beneath the surface, now that she sat back and thought about it, there had been nothing. There had been no-one to talk to about the real things in life, the worry about her parents, about her granddad dying, about anything really. The loneliness had been effectively smothered by the high life and all of a sudden it seemed stupid. What was the point in friends if you couldn't have some sort of real relationship with them? 

And that was the thing about Danny. As ridiculous as it seemed, he was her soul mate. The way they'd just busted back into each others lives had been the break she needed and finally she had that sense of liberation. There was no need to conceal your feelings when you were with someone you loved. You could just look at each other and know that everything was good, no matter what situation you were in. People like Danny were unappreciated, she thought pensively, no-one took the time to discover what lay beneath the surface. But she knew. Hollie knew that Danny was ten times better than any banker or lawyer. He was more of a man than anyone she'd ever known and she loved him for it. 

Danny glanced across at her, "You're quiet." He draped one arm around her shoulders, "You wanna go out with your girlfriends?"

"No." She ran a hand through her hair and shifted slightly on the roof of the car. 

"You can if you want. You don't have to hang out with me all summer. Go shopping or whatever it is you wanna do."

Hollie laughed, "I don't want to go shopping. I want to be with you."

"Hmm." Danny took a swig of Budweiser, "Aren't you scared I'm gonna think you're too clingy?"




Summer Heat



"Huh?" Hollie glanced at him, "Am I? Too clingy?"

"No." Danny's fingertips brushed her bare shoulder, admiring the tanned skin, "Only you look kinda sad."

Hollie pulled a face, "Really?"

"Yeah." He waited for a second before continuing, "Like that time we planned a funeral for your goldfish and you got home but your dad had flushed it down the toilet." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "I had to bin the cardboard hearse." 

"That wasn't funny." Hollie said quite seriously, "I've been an emotional mess ever since."

Danny looked at her for a minute, "What is it? What's the problem?"

"I dunno." Hollie turned to face him, "OK, I do know." She took the proffered drinks can off him and sipped before progressing, "Danny, we've had this whole summer and it's been so great but now it's all about to end. I have to go off to bloody university and I'm just gonna go back into that stupid unfulfilling life again." She sighed, fiddled with the hem of her skirt before looking at him again, "This time with you has been like a slice of heaven. But now I've eaten it all and I'm never gonna get it back." She sighed, "I knew it was too good to last."

Danny raised a questioning eyebrow, "What, so you think as soon as summer's over, I'm over?"

"No!" Hollie hastened to rephrase herself, "I mean that we're, or I'm not gonna have so much free time. You might...y'know...get bored."

"Bored?" Danny shook his head in disbelief, "We'll have weekends. And holidays." He smiled across at her, "You thought summer was good? You should check out winter."

"Winter?" Despite her insecurities, Hollie couldn't help being curious, "What's so good about winter?"

Danny smiled, "Snow, Christmas, ice-skating, illuminations...we could do that shit together." He raised an eyebrow, "Unless you'd prefer me doing it with some other girl."

"No." The smile finally spread across Hollie's face, "I hate to sound like an idiot but I want to do it all with you." She smiled at him, "Danny, I really like you. Like, really."

Danny laughed, "Really? As in really, really?"

Hollie giggled as she leaned across to brush her lips against his. "Really."

"Good." Danny whispered, his face mere millimetres from hers, "Because I have a feeling that if I was with some other girl, this summer would have sucked."

Hollie smiled as she looked into his emerald eyes, "I was waiting for you to say that."

And as their lips met for the billionth time that summer, she finally decided that maybe reality wasn't so bad after all. 

~ The END ~

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Summer Heat



Fanning her face with a folded up old newspaper, Riley tried to cool her heated skin. Not a hint of air came through the dusty old screen even though the window was open all the way. 

"What did I tell you, Riley? I said not to put your money into this . . ."

Ignoring the rest of her grandmother's complaint, Riley just nodded. If a light bulb went out, the seventy-one year old blamed the house. Nothing satisfied the old woman since they had moved. 

"I'm sure the repairman will have the air conditioning going again soon after he gets here."

"I know all about those people. They poke around and make some noises before shaking their head. Then they start to talk about all the bad stuff that's wrong, using big fancy words."

"Grandma, I can handle this, all right?" 

"Hmph," Bessie replied. 

Though set in her ways, Bessie Vickstra wasn't as grumpy as she sounded. The extreme heat and moving away from her friends combined to make her irritable. 

"He's here. Before you know it, he'll have the air conditioning working again," Riley said, going to the door.

Shane Boltz wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed. Every muscle in his body ached. All he wanted to do was strip off his sticky uniform and take a cool shower. He reminded himself this was his last stop for the day as he swung his long legs out of the truck. Grabbing the toolbox from the back, he walked up the dusty path. 

The house looked deserted. The place needed major repairs to look fresh and alive again. Looking for any hint of life from inside, Shane was surprised to see a young woman open the sagging screen door. 

"Mrs. Dixson?" he asked, checking his work order to get the name right.

"It's Riley. Thank you for fitting us in today. If you'll follow me, I can show you where the air conditioner is," Riley said.

Thoughts that had nothing to do with his job filled Shane's head. He imagined following the tall brunette somewhere private so he could explore every curve of her body. Denim shorts ended a couple inches past her cheeks. Her pale yellow sleeveless top was short, revealing a strip of tanned skin above her waistband. 

Realizing he was staring, Shane tried to clear the sexy vision. "Lead the way."

Her hips swayed in a natural, easy motion that told Shane she wasn't doing it for his benefit. That made her sexier yet to him. 

"Here it is," Riley said, pointing to a small closet area.

Shane was totally engrossed in his perusal of the young woman. He hadn't realized she stopped, pushing her into the wall when he kept walking. Trying to keep her balance, she flung her arm over his shoulder. A section of his long black hair caught in her fingers.

Riley felt the heat from his body every single place he touched her. The temperature outside had nothing to do with it either, she knew. His right knee forced her legs apart, while his thigh pressed tight against her center. 

"Oh," she hissed, her unrestrained nipples tightening.

He struggled to keep his free hand at his side. Shane wanted to cup her breast and lick the hard pebble. 

"I don't feel cold air yet. What's taking so long?" Bessie yelled from the living room.

Embarrassed at her behavior with this stranger, Riley pulled free. She needed to clear her head. If her grandmother hadn't interrupted, Riley knew she might have let him touch her. Crossing her arms over her chest, her fingers brushed her aching nipples. Berating herself for how she reacted didn't help when all she imagined was the two of them naked.

What the hell was he doing, Shane wondered when he was alone. He had never touched a customer while he was on a job. Cursing his forwardness, he took a deep breath. His body longed to feel hers again, even as he told himself it was wrong. It took several minutes before his hands stopped shaking so he could work.

Pretending to stay busy in the kitchen, Riley ignored her grandmother. A few times she heard the repairman go outside and return. She assumed he needed different tools or parts, but stayed away.

"Oh my god, I don't even know his name," Riley whispered. 

"Shane. My name is Shane Boltz."

Whirling at the voice, Riley stared at the handsome repairman. 

"You have to believe me when I say that today's behavior is not typical for me. I should never touch a paying customer," he said. "That is, someone I'm here to work on. Oh crap, to work for, not on."

Despite the situation, his stricken look made Riley burst out laughing. 

"That was terrible, I know. I think I should leave and come back so I can start over," Shane said.

"Nah, stay and fix the stupid air conditioner. We can start over another time."

As the words came out, Riley realized she didn't know if he was married or involved with someone. Surely he hadn't acted as if he was, but that wasn't always proof either.

"Wait, let me say that again. If you aren't in a relationship, then maybe there's a chance for us," Riley said. "I'm sorry. That was a bit forward of me. I thought, after the way—how you—I didn't think you were involved is all."

"No, I'm the one who should apologize. Let me finish repairing the AC unit first, okay?"

Parts banged together louder than was necessary. Shane shoved all thoughts of the luscious brunette from his mind as he did his job. The return of cold air brought a loud yell from the front of the small house. 

"About dang time we got relief." Bessie repositioned her ample weight in the old wooden rocking chair she claimed as her own. "Too bad it wasn't from getting laid."

Gasping at her grandmother's words, Riley shook her head. "I swear she's worse than a teenager some days!"

Drying her hands on a bright red towel, Riley leaned against the cupboard. She loved her grandmother, but the old woman was a pistol at times. When her parents divorced and moved away, they left a then sixteen-year old Riley with Bessie. 

"All right, that should take care of the problem," Shane said, walking into the kitchen. "Keep this in case you have any trouble again. There's a warranty on the parts I installed."

Glancing at the papers, Riley only saw one thing. Shane had already signed his name at the bottom. The letters looped together so they formed one big scrawl. They fascinated her.

"Any questions before I go?" 

"Are you married?" Riley blurted out the words even though she hadn't intended to. 

"No, but I do have Max. He's three years old."

"You have a son?"

"Ah, well no, I'm far too innocent for that."

"Excuse me? You call what you did back there innocent?"

"Ma'am, I repaired your air conditioning unit," he said with a straight face.

"I see. Is that what you call it? Feeling up customers on the pretext of not looking where you're walking?"

"You distracted me."

"Oh no, you can't blame me for that. All I did was lead—"

The smirk left his face at the sight of Riley getting ready to throw the red towel at him. Anyone seeing them together would assume they had known each other for several years instead of minutes. 

"Do you think we could go to dinner some night soon? You intrigue me."

"What about this weekend?" she asked, not hesitating to accept. 

"I'll pick you up at four Saturday afternoon."

"That's perfect," she said. "Shane—"

"Riley—"

Chuckling at how they both spoke at the same time, Shane motioned for Riley to continue.

"Today, the way I acted, I just want you to know that isn't typical for me."

"I'll see you in a couple days. Oh, and Max is my dog," he said, winking as he spoke.

Laughing as she closed the old door behind him, Riley leaned against the wall. She had so many questions she wanted to ask him. Yet, all she wanted to do was feel his lips on hers. 

"We have any tea left?" Bessie asked from the living room, breaking into Riley's thoughts. "I'm parched."

"Be right there."

Deciding she would try to figure everything out later, Riley filled a glass with ice and tea. Setting it on a coaster next to her grandmother, she smiled.

"You're looking mighty pleased with yourself," Bessie said.

"Grandma, how long did you know grandpa before you went on a date with him?"

"Joe came looking for work. He was talking to my father out by the barn. I can still remember that day clear as if it just happened, Riley. That was well over fifty years ago now."

By now Riley was used to the way her grandmother rambled. Sitting on the sofa next to the rocking chair, she waited for the rest of the story.

"Mama had told me to get the laundry off the clothesline. I grabbed the basket and ran outside. Then I saw Joe and forgot what I was doing. There was this gigantic old oak tree that shaded the back yard. I walked right into it."

"You did not."

"I swear, Riley, I did. Landed flat on my backside, too."

Trying not to laugh, Riley covered her mouth. But when her grandmother chuckled, she joined in.

"Grandpa saw you?"

"Not only that, he ran over to see if I was okay," the elderly woman replied.

"That was nice of him. A lot of people, guys for sure, would just laugh."

"Oh, I'm sure he wished he had. I split my forehead open on the tree bark. Joe saw all the blood and passed out. He keeled over and landed right on top of me. Knocked the wind out of me, he did."

"I'm afraid to ask what you did next," Riley said.

"We pushed him over to the ground, but he didn't seem to be breathing. I put my ear up to his mouth so I could check. Crazy old fool picked his head up and licked it!"

"Did that really happen?" 

Skeptical of the story, she cocked her head to the side and waited for the answer.

"Every last bit is true, I swear. With my father right there, I was mortified. Joe turned his head and gulped in some air. Then he wiggled around and pulled his handkerchief out of his back pocket. In all the commotion I had forgotten about hurting myself. Next thing I knew, he pressed that cloth over my forehead with the gentlest touch. That's when he said something silly about how we were bound forever."

"That's romantic."

"Hmph," Bessie muttered. "Maybe if I was old enough then to know what that meant. I was fourteen, and Joe was seventeen."

"So I guess you didn't have any sexual thoughts right away, either."

"That boy had me so confused. Times were different back then, Riley. Sex was for the sake of having children. Parents didn't talk with their kids about it. He started working for my dad that next day. Every time I saw him, I got this tingling feeling in my stomach. He was so handsome, with muscles and a flirty smile. Like the innocent I was, I cornered him in the barn one afternoon and told him. Lord, you talk about sparks!"

Riley struggled to imagine her pudgy, plain looking grandfather as a teenager. He had always looked the same to her. 

"I never thought about dating. No, I went right on to thinking about the wedding," her grandma said, winking.

"Grandma, I'm shocked!"

"By the time I was sixteen, our parents realized they couldn't keep us apart any longer. Our first official date was the night he proposed."

"Did you ever wish you had dated anyone else?"

"Oh, child," Bessie replied, shaking her head. "When you find that one person for you, then you'll understand."

"I hope so."

"He's a looker, that repairman is. Lord, just imagine running your fingers through all that hair of his. If it's as silky as it is shiny—"

"It is."

Riley clamped her mouth shut as soon as she spoke. But she knew it was too late. Her grandmother missed very little.

"How would you know that? Today is the first time he's been here."

"I meant to say I was sure it is. It must be," she said, the words sounding false even to her.

"You might as well save me from asking a bunch of questions and tell me. Else you'll fib and hesitate for the rest of the afternoon, and then I'll get the truth out of you anyway."

"We're going out to dinner Saturday." 

"Back up, child," Bessie said. "Don't leave anything out either."

Talking about the brief interaction with the repairman made Riley blush. Her grandmother settled deeper into the old rocking chair and sipped her iced tea. When she finished, she stared out the window in silence. 

"It's about time you noticed a man. Now, we need to get you something sexy to wear before then," Bessie said. "We'll go shopping tomorrow when you get home from work."

"There's no way you're picking out new clothes for me. No way," Riley said, shaking her head and crossing her arms.

"I know just the place. There's a new store in the mall that has some really hot stuff. Maude and I were there last week. You should see the bathing suit that woman bought. If she doesn't get laid after wearing that to the community pool, the men there are dead."

"Please, I don't want to think of Maude and those old men together."

"Aw, come on, girl. There's nothing wrong with sex at my age," Bessie said. "That is, if you can find an old geezer that can still get the thing up."

Despite the image that popped into her head, Riley laughed. "Fine. We'll go shopping."

****

Riley stared at her grandmother with disbelief. "You can't be serious? There is no way I am going to wear a dress like that."

"Try it on before you decide," Bessie said.

"There's nothing but a belt holding it together!"

Bessie snickered and winked. "That makes it easier for the repairman to get at the goods."

"Oh my god, I can't believe you said that. Flat out no. I'm looking for something a bit more . . . just more."

"Too chicken to see how it looks, Riley? Afraid you'll feel sexy for a change? Where's that adventurous girl who never turned down a dare?" 

Grabbing the hanger, Riley glared at her grandmother and found an empty fitting room. The maize wrap dress had a notched collar and pleats at the waist. She slid her arms into place and pulled the sides around her. A self-tie belt held it snug to her body. Without looking at her reflection in the mirror, Riley left the tiny cubicle. 

"I knew it! Girl, that's the one."

Riley began to shake her head when she saw herself in one of the huge mirrors. "Grandma, this dress didn't look the same way on the hanger."

Bessie smiled. "I watch one of those fashion shows on TV every night. A girl can learn a lot from them, Riley." 

"I need shoes now. I wonder what style will go with this."

"Leave it to me. You go change, and then we'll get shoes," Bessie replied. 

This time Riley didn't even question the older woman's choice. The leather sling sandal had an adjustable buckle and came in a creamy color to match the dress. Since Riley was already tall, the inch and a half heel was perfect. 

"Where can I get a pedicure?" she asked on the way back to her car.

"I already made an appointment for us. You'll love the place."

"Grandma, thank you. I doubted you and I shouldn't have."

"You deserve someone in your life. That repairman has honest eyes. He's the one for you, Riley."

Even though she remained silent, Riley hoped her grandmother was right. 

****

Riley was nervous. She hadn't been on a date for several months. 

"Are you sure I look all right?"

"He'll be speechless," Bessie said, hugging her granddaughter. 

"I'm being silly, aren't I? You would swear I was sixteen instead of twenty-seven."

The low rumble of an approaching car caught her attention. 

"Honey, relax. He's a good man. I could tell the second I saw his eyes."

"I want him to like me."

"He does. Now scoot and I'll answer the door," Bessie said.

Shane knocked on the old door and waited. He held both bouquets of flowers in his hand, wondering if he should have gotten a box of chocolates as well. 

"Impressive, young man," Bessie said after opening the door. "You're on time. And you brought flowers." 

"Shane Boltz, ma'am. These are for you." 

He held out the smaller bouquet and smiled. 

"Been a long time since a man gave me flowers, she said, checking the young man's attire. 

When she chose her granddaughter's dress, she had an idea of what he would wear. He hadn't let her down in his khakis, white shirt, and dark suit coat. 

"Then the gentlemen around here are blind."

"Oh, you're on your toes. I like you. Come in while I find my granddaughter for you."

"Hello, Shane." 

Riley stood off to his right several feet. The shadows in the room did nothing to hide the sparkle in her eyes. 

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

Bessie watched as the couple moved closer to each other. Smiling, she slipped into the kitchen with thoughts of a wedding in her head. 

"I brought you flowers."

"They're gorgeous. Thank you, Shane. That was very sweet of you." 

She stared at him even as she inhaled the rich scent of the bouquet. 

"If you could read my thoughts, sweet isn't the word you would use," he said, his gaze moving over her body.

"I wonder if they match mine."

Shane hissed and tried to control his body. "I intend to find out."

"I hope so," she replied, turning to put the flowers on the table. "Grandma can put these in a vase for me." 

Neither said anything as they went out to his car. Shane opened the passenger side door and waited while she slid onto the seat. He forgot to breathe when the simple move revealed several inches of her thighs. Riley began to tug the material down. 

"Don't." 

"See something you like?" she asked with a flirtatious grin.

His brief nod was answer enough for her. He closed the door, knowing he was in trouble. 

"Riley—"

"I'm—" she said at the same time.

"I don't want you to think I'm some wicked pervert. This isn't like me at all."

"You mean you're not a sexy flirt all the time?" she asked, moving one long leg so her dress crept up higher.

"My god, you're lethal!"

"Oh, I think you're the dangerous one."

"I never act this way."

"That's too bad," she said, staring into his eyes.

"What would your grandmother say if she saw us?" 

Riley laughed at the pained expression on his face. "She would cheer us on."

"I don't believe that."

"Who do you think picked out this dress, Shane?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope, I'm serious. She took me shopping to a store where, in her words, they have really hot stuff." 

"That's not the only thing hot," Shane mumbled as he started the car. 

"Excuse me? I didn't catch that."

"Ah, I said we should be going."

Riley winked and buckled the seat belt. "Right, that was it."

Shane had made reservations at Steel Silk, a combination bar and restaurant, requesting a table on the patio. Overlooking a tributary of the river, the setting was both casual and romantic. The drive didn't take long, and soon Shane was helping Riley out of the car. He wanted to press her against the hood and devour her luscious body instead of going in for dinner.

"Me too," she murmured close to his ear. She kissed his neck and placed her hand over the bulge in his slacks. "But I prefer somewhere private when we make love."

She walked away, adding an extra sway to her step. Shane let his breath out and grinned. Jogging to catch up, he wrapped his arm around her. To anyone watching, they were a young couple in love. 

"This is perfect, Shane. I've never been here before," she said after the hostess seated them on the patio. "Look at how the sun makes the water shimmer. And there's a mama duck with her babies."

"I love the outdoors. Maybe it's because I spend so much of my time inside every day." 

Their dinners arrived, and they kept the conversation light. When they finished eating, Riley sipped her wine and chuckled.

"Something funny?" he asked.

"Grandma said you were a looker."

Blushing, Shane arched his eyebrow and grinned. "Maybe I should ask her out next time."

"Oh lord, that would thrill her. She's always complaining about the lack of men around here. Especially the ones who can . . ."

"Go on, Riley. I'm curious now."




Summer Heat



"You would have to know my grandma to appreciate this, but apparently there is a shortage of older men who can still get it up."

Shane choked on his coffee over the unexpected words. When he had stopped coughing, he stared at Riley. "I might not be what she refers to as older, but I assure you, I still can."

"I noticed."

"I'm not a sex-crazed pervert, regardless of how I acted the other day."

"That's too bad, Shane. I had all these ideas in my head that included you," she replied.

"I think it's time to leave." He pulled out some bills and handed them to their server who appeared as soon as Shane stood. 

"Yes, I agree."

Holding hands, they walked out to his car. Shane wanted to take her home and spend the evening exploring her entire body. He longed to taste her. But reality reminded him they didn't know much about each other yet. 

"Will you take me to your place?"

"Riley, you have to know the answer to that. I want to feel you under me so bad. But I want more than tonight," he said, brushing his knuckles over her cheek.

His dark eyes turned even blacker when she placed his hand on her naked thigh. "I do too."

He didn't remember driving home. Riley was all he saw when he should have been paying attention to the road. Parking in the garage, he realized his hands were shaking. 

"Shane? I've never acted this way with anyone else."

Nodding, he pulled the key out of the ignition and opened his door. Then he went to her side and helped her out. 

"I'm not going to kiss you out here, even though I want to."

Once inside the house, he pulled her close and groaned. Swaying against his body, she pressed her pelvis into him. 

Her hands covered his, placing the ends of her belt in them. "Do it."

"Riley, I—"

He wanted to go slow, pulling the bow as if in slow motion. He gasped when her dress parted and he saw she was naked underneath. Backing up, Riley opened her dress all the way, making him forget what he was saying. His hungry mouth latched onto a rosy nipple. But soon it wasn't enough. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him tight to her. 

"The bedroom," he said, licking her skin. "Condoms are there."

Before either moved, the annoying ringing of Shane's phone intruded. He pulled it from his pocket with the intention of turning it off. 

"Go ahead and take it," she whispered, brushing one tight nipple against his arm.

Riley ducked under his arm and wandered down the hall in search of the bedroom to give him more privacy. When he joined her a few minutes later, she knew something was wrong. 

"My mom's on the way to the hospital. The neighbor found her lying outside but couldn't wake her so he called 911."

Slipping off the bed, she grabbed the sheet and faced him.

"Go take care of your mom and don't worry about me."

"How will you get home?"

"I'll figure something out."

"Riley?"

"Yes, Shane?" 

"Next time we start something, we will finish," he whispered, pulling her close for a quick hug.

"Yes, we will."

****

"I need a ride home, Aunt Janet."

"What's wrong and where are you?"

"I'll tell you everything when you get here, okay? But I'm fine, honest. The address is 6464 Freedom Lane."

"Look for me in around ten minutes. My friend Lucy lives on the same street so I know where you are."

With the phone buzzing in her ear, Riley grinned. Her aunt sounded stern and uncompromising, but was really a free spirit who loved life and helping others. Fully dressed and waiting on the over-stuffed sofa, she envisioned Shane lounging there with her. The sound of a car horn brought her back to reality and to her feet. 

"I want every detail. From the beginning," Janet said as soon as Riley got into her car and shut the door.

"Can I at least put my seat belt on, you think?"

"Don't be smart with me, young lady. I might be old, but I can still see you're dressed to arouse a man."

"Grandma picked it out," Riley replied, grinning. 

"She always did have good taste. Now talk."

Riley told her aunt about the air conditioner going out, adding how Shane happened to be the repairman. From there she skipped over to their date and mentioned the emergency call, not giving Janet time to question her. By the time her aunt stopped in front of the old farmhouse Riley called home, she had covered the basics of her date. 

"Aunt Janet, I'm sorry for the inconvenience," Riley said before opening the door. "Thanks for the ride though."

"I enjoyed it. Now get inside and wait for that man to call you again."

"Goodnight!"

Riley ran up the sidewalk and onto the porch. Muted lighting behind the gauzy curtains gave the old farmhouse an inviting look despite the faded and peeling paint. Janet waited until the brunette disappeared inside before backing out of the driveway. Thoughts of her niece finding someone to make her happy kept the smile on her face the entire way home. By the time she slipped into bed, the couple was married and having babies. 

****

Stretching before untangling the sheet from her legs, Riley sat on the edge of the bed and grinned. That she awoke ready to begin her day instead of lying back amongst the pillows for several minutes showed her lingering excitement from her date the previous night. Then she thought about the call telling him about his mother. 

"Why didn't I hear my phone? What if he called? Riley Dixson, you are so forgetful some days." 

Deciding to shower later, she slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Then she scrounged through her purse until she found her bright red phone. But pressing the key to check for messages had her frowning. 

"Damn it! The battery is dead."

"Riley, you have somebody in there? Did you bring someone home with you? I hope you have that sexy repairman with you . . ."

With her phone and charger in hand, Riley left her room, shaking her head at her grandmother. 

"Grandma, you really think I was going to sleep with him on our first date?"

"If sleeping is what comes to your mind when you see that man, then you're in sad shape, girl."

Bessie went into the kitchen while Riley found a convenient plug for the phone in the dining room. 

"Shane left to be with his mom at the hospital. I was hoping to hear from him," she said, shoving the cord into the outlet. "How long will this take? I can't believe I left it unplugged."

"Come in here and eat something and it should be ready to use by the time you're done. How did you get home?"

"Maybe some juice. I called Aunt Janet since I know you don't drive at night."

Standing in the doorway, seeing Riley checking the phone twice in less than a minute, Bessie stomped her foot. 

"Stop it! You're draining the little juice it just stored. Now get in here."

Riley knew her grandmother was right. She filled a glass with orange juice and sat at the table before standing up a minute later.

"I can't just sit here, Grandma."

"You go shower and I'll listen for your phone. When he calls you'll be ready for whatever plans you two make."

"If anyone else calls, tell them—"

"I'll think of something. Now go on. You're wasting time."

She took the stairs two at a time just as she had when she was younger. Bessie watched her granddaughter and smiled. The girl was in love if she knew it or not. 

The humming of the air conditioner reminded Riley of Shane. Each time her phone chirped she thought it would be him. And every car she heard she hoped would be him. At the end of the day she fell asleep still waiting to hear from him. 

"Why don't you go to the hospital and check?" Bessie asked the next morning.

"No, he said he would call. If he wanted me there, he would have said that. Besides, it was our first date. That would be rather awkward for me to show up and have his family ask who I was."

"You could go to his house. Maybe he lost your number."

"Grandma, he can get my number from work, you know. Besides, I wrote it on his calendar before Aunt Janet picked me up," she said, thinking again of that night.

"The month changed yesterday, Riley."

"I wrote it on every month."

"That's my girl." 

Bessie grinned at the thought of the young man changing his calendar and finding Riley's number each month. Sitting in her rocker, she dozed while Riley checked e-mail messages, ignoring the laundry and other housework. But a series of crashes from the living room sent her running in that direction.

"Grandma! Oh my god, what happened? Are you all right?"

"Don't move me, Riley. Just call for an ambulance and sit with me, girl. I'll be all right, you hear?"

"I need my phone, it's at the computer. I—"

"Go get it, honey, I'm okay."

Seeing the paleness in her grandmother's face, Riley didn't argue. She struggled to dial the simple three numbers for help, only managing after taking a deep breath. Giving the dispatcher all the information seemed to take forever. But a first responder knocked at her door minutes after she hung up. 

Soon she felt in the way. Paramedics surrounded Bessie to check vitals and begin an IV. Suspicions of a hip fracture sent Riley to the sofa in tears. But then they had the stretcher in the ambulance and she was in the front seat and there wasn't time to cry. And once at the hospital she had to fill out forms and talk to doctors. A quick call brought her Aunt Janet to sit with her during the surgery to insert pins into the broken bone. 

In the same hospital, on another floor, Shane sat with his father in a small room waiting for the doctor. He was exhausted and wasn't even sure what time it was anymore. His mother's initial diagnosis had been a massive stroke. He looked up to see the surgeon who operated on her enter the room. He explained they removed a blood clot from her brain, relieving pressure in an attempt to save her life. After they talked, the young doctor stood to leave, shaking their hands on the way out. 

"I'm going to the cafeteria for coffee, Dad. Will you be okay for a little while?" Shane asked.

"Go ahead, you need a break."

"I won't be long." Riley needed to walk. "I'm going to get some tea, okay Aunt Janet?"

"Go ahead. I'll wait here. The nurses said it would be another hour at least anyway."

"Do you need anything?"

"I'll be fine. You go on."

Wandering the halls of the big hospital, she found the cafeteria and got in line. 

"Shane?"

"Riley, what are you doing here?" he asked, stepping forward and taking her hand. "I meant to call but—" 

"My grandma fell—"

"My mom had brain surgery last night—"

Realizing they were talking over each other, they both stopped. 

"Can you sit with me so I can explain?" he asked.

"Yes, but not long."

They went to an empty table near a window. Shane told her about the strokes and brain surgery, ending with his mom's poor prognosis. Riley talked about her grandmother's fall and surgery. Because of their conditions, Riley's grandmother was on a different floor as Shane's mother. 

"I should get back. Grandma's surgery should be done soon and I need to be there to talk to the doctor," she said, knowing the hospital wasn't the time for what she really wanted to say.

"Dad's waiting alone, so I should go, too. The doctor thinks my mom could go soon and I want to be with my dad."

"You should be. We can talk another time."

Both stood and walked into the hall together. He pushed the up button as she nodded and began walking away. Shane stepped into the elevator and turned to face the hall. The total emptiness matched that in his heart as he realized she was gone. 

Riley stopped around the corner and cried. Hot tears fell for Shane and his family. Her heart felt empty as she made her way back to the waiting room. Seeing her aunt sitting alone, Riley wiped her tears and joined her. The surgeon followed her into the small room and smiled. Giving a brief report, he shook her hand and left.

"We're lucky, aren't we?" Seeing the confused look on her aunt's face, she hurried to clarify the words. "Grandma will need a lot of physical therapy, but she'll be okay. Others here . . ."

"Yes, we are. Is everything all right?

"You should take a break. We can't see grandma for a while anyway."

"Riley?"

"I'll be fine. Go on."

Three floors away, Shane saw the doctor standing outside his mother's room and knew. He slid to the floor and wept. Several minutes later, after talking to his father, he left. He needed Riley. She was in the waiting room, standing next to the window.

"Riley?"

"What's wrong?"

He pulled her close and held her. "I love you. I know it's crazy because we don't know each other yet but I need you in my life."

Riley tried to answer but the words stuck in her throat.

"I want you at my side. Riley, say something. Please."

"Shane, I love you and have from the moment you felt me up in that closet."

"That's not what happened."

"Close enough," she whispered.



Summer Heat



It was a summer BBQ, complete with a keg of beer from the nearest brewpub. It was the same pub that he had gotten the stout from that he'd brought to their first dinner together.

Strange, he thought, as he pulled out the full rack of ribs ("an autopsy", as they'd been calling them for years) that he'd had soaking in beer and sauce overnight, how cooking food was such a major part of their relationship. A gloriously scented cloud of steam rose as he slapped the autopsy onto the grill.

A few friends were sitting on the porch, drinking beers and laughing. She'd set the stereo up in the window, and The Bouncing Souls were playing Lean on Sheena. All in all, it was essentially the perfect summer day.

The screen door banged as she knocked it open with her hip, bringing out a pie she'd obviously JUST taken out of the oven. The scent of sweet, hot peaches mixed with the smell of seared pork and barbeque sauce. Her yellow polka-dot top was snug and cropped, showing off her tanned waist, and her navy blue skirt clung to the curves of her ass.

He went and claimed a seat for himself on the porch, and pulled her easily into his lap. Her arms went around him as comfortably as if she'd been doing it all her life, and her ruby lips pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. The sunlight glinted gold in the red of her curls, and he buried his face in her neck. The air was filled with music and the laughter of friends, and her hair was filled with the familiar scent of her perfume.

The summer evening passed like a dream, and the air stayed hot and grew heavier. A few drunken friends remained, playing horseshoes and laughing loudly in the yard. His arms once again pulled her warm, sweaty body against his, and he scooped her up against himself. He stumbled, dizzy with the beer and the heat. She laughed as he carried her to her room, depositing her unceremoniously upon the bed, before flopping down beside her. 

Immediately she was tangling her fingers in the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and pressing her hands to the hot skin beneath. Their lips met, and he tasted both the sweet tang of the pie and the bitter bite of hops from the beer.

There was a fine sheen of sweat over both their bodies, which made their clothes peel off in a sticky manner that made her grimace, and then laugh. Her laughter quickly turned to a gasp as his hot wet mouth ran over her hot wet body, from her shoulder down to the side of her breast.

"You're salty, baby." He laughed, before enveloping the soft peak of her right nipple. He sucked it hungrily, his fingers tugging on the left, and then twisting it firmly, coaxing a groan out of her throat.

"Mmm... yeah, honey..." her hands pulled on his hair, and then kneaded their way down. The tenseness in his neck was quickly melted away, as he suckled on first one nipple and then the other. He moved up, kissing her deeply as he grabbed both her breasts at once, pushing her back firmly against the bed, and shoving his hips against her.

Her legs opened easily for him as she sucked on his lips as hungrily as he'd been at her sweet tits. He groaned into her mouth, pushing up her skirt and grabbing her thighs. He shoved her legs open even farther, til her knees were almost pressed against the bed. Her thighs were damp and hot, and he could feel the moist heat radiating from her pussy.

She was already trembling as he pushed the soaked crotch of her panties out of the way, shoving his fingers deep into her sopping twat as he moved his other hand up to roughly grab her tit again, his tongue working against hers, captivating her mouth and pussy both at once.

He worked his fingers in and out inside her tight pussy, twisting and shoving them forcefully. She was moaning loudly against his mouth, and he felt her first orgasm shuddering deep inside of her. He withdrew his dripping fingers, working the tips of them back and forth over her clit, loving the feeling as her legs wrapped around him, her hands grabbing desperately at his back as she trembled.

He pushed himself up on his hand and knees, breaking the kiss and watching her gasp, using the weight of his body to try and limit her thrashing. He'd learned that if he didn't keep ahold of her somehow she'd end up throwing herself right off the bed.

"I want to suck your cock." She gasped, shaking and shuddering beneath him, her eyes wide, her eye makeup smudged with sweat. He growled, licking his lips.

He withdrew his hand quickly, so suddenly it made her whimper, and grabbed her around the waist, rolling onto his back. She was briefly flustered at her sudden role on top, but quickly spun around, undoing the fly of his jeans at record speed, and stuffing his cock down her throat the moment she had the confined organ released from its sweaty trap.

She moaned, near delirious, her eyes fluttering as the scent of him overwhelmed her, and the flavors of flesh filled her mouth.

He grabbed the fabric of her skirt, twisting it around his fist and pulling her pussy to him. He buried his mouth in her hot, wet pussy, roughly tonguing her clit. Keeping a solid grip on her skirt, he slapped her ass hard, and then ran his fingers down her ass crack. 

It was wet with both sweat and pussy juice, and he pushed four fingers at once into her pussy. She gave out a muffled scream, choked as she was on his cock, and he pulled them out, and then shoved them back in again, as he sucked her clit. He lay back on the pillow, staring at her pussy as he twisted his fingers in her. It was red, stretched and swollen, radiating heat. 

Holding the twisted fabric of her skirt tightly, he pushed his fist firmly and insistently at her entrance. As she started to come, screaming and choking herself violently on his cock, he had to grab her even more tightly against him, sucking hard on her clit as he shoved his fist in to her pussy.

He lay back again, watching his fist buried in her pussy, as he pushed her up and down on his cock. He forced her down harder onto it, feeling her face pressed against his pubic bone, his heavy cock deep in her throat.

She moaned desperately, trembling and twitching, feeling each knuckle of his hand as it thrust inside her, feeling herself pouring pussy juice. Her head spun, and she pulled her head back, desperate for air. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose before she was thrust forward again, his cock choking her once more, by the strong fist thrusting in her pussy.

She lost track of everything, screaming and shoving herself onto his cock and his fist at once, the closest she'd ever been to double penetration. He held her tightly against him, holding his hand perfectly still inside her, groaning at the frantic choking and sucking on his large cock.

"Fuck... baby... goddamn..." He murmured. "Yeah... fuck yourself with my fist." She pushed herself back onto his fist, pushing herself up on her hands and knees, and slowly rocking back and forth, wailing, as she had to release her mouths hold on his cock.

"FUCK!" He quickly shoved her back down onto it to muffle her screams, and then carefully wiggled his hand free of the hot, clutching muscles of her pussy. He pulled her off his dick and rose onto his knees, shoving her face-first into her pillows and spreading her ass checks.

She lay limply, breathing heavily, trembling and whimpering as he played with her asshole. He shoved two fingers in and she moaned lowly into the pillow. Her ass was so hot it almost felt like it was burning his fingers. He worked them in and out for just a moment, and then grabbed her hips, lifting her ass up to him and burying his cock in it. 

The heat was overwhelming, pulsing around his cock, and he cried out. "Oh, fuck, yeah, baby girl, your ass is so hot... oh, fuck..." She was sobbing and moaning into the pillow as he fucked her ass, pumping his dick in and out of her tight hot asshole. He reached around her hips with one hand, dipping his fingers into her dripping pussy, and then rubbing his slick fingers hard and fast on her clit.

She screamed, shaking, as another orgasm over took her, and he fucked her ass as hard as he could, groaning and releasing his load as her tight hole clenched his cock so hard it almost hurt. He collapsed, exhausted, her body trapped beneath him as she shook and shuddered.

He rested his sweaty forehead against her sweaty back, breathing heavily and listening to her muffled moans, as her beautiful tanned body quaked in orgasm beneath him.

He loved the summer.



Summer Heat



Sue opened her front door and was hit in the face by a blast of hot air and steam. After a long hot day at work and car trouble on the way home, this was something she did not need. "What the fuck?" And "Why me?" chased each other through her mind as she stepped inside.

The house was like a steam bath. It got worse as she went down the entry hall. Stepping off into the sunken living room was like stepping into a hot bath. Hot water came up to her ankle. "What the fuck?" she yelled as she jerked her foot back. Her tennis shoe and sock were soaked.

Heading back down the hall to the front door, she was trying to figure out where the water was coming from and hot water at that. The hot water heater was her first thought. Turning the water off was her second. The only problem was she didn't know where the shutoff for the water was.

Her ex husband crossed her mind as the first person to ask but she knew he would just laugh and hang up on her. Her dad could probably give her a list of places to look but he lived three hours away. She stood on the front sidewalk and looked up and down the street. She only knew a couple of her neighbors and only by sight. She sighed and whispered, "I should have made a few more friends."

She had spoken to Terry, the lady next door several times but they were gone for the weekend. An older couple lived across the street but there was no car or truck in the driveway. The house on the other side from Terry's was empty. She walked out to the edge of the street and looked both ways.

Two houses down, there was a truck in the driveway with "Peter's Plumbing" on the side of it. She turned and walked that way. "With my luck, he'll be on vacation," Sue said to herself as she listened to her one wet shoe squish.

*****

She knocked on the door and waited. Then she knocked again. She started to knock a third time but sighed and turned around. She had made a couple of steps when the sound of a door opening behind her made her stop. When she spun around, a tall slender young man was looking at her from behind the screen door.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Uh... are you Peter, as in Peter's Plumbing?"

"No, he's my dad. I'm Gary."

"Is he home?" Sue asked hopefully.

"Sorry but he's on a job on the other side of town."

Sue looked around at the truck in the driveway. "But...."

"Oh. He bought a new truck. You know, one of those boxed in ones. I've inherited that pile of junk so to speak. It beats walking but not by much."

"Are you a plumber also?"

Gary shook his head. "I'm a college student at the moment but if I don't get my grades up...." He paused a second and then asked, "Are you having a problem?"

"Oh yeah. I came in from work and my house is one large steam bath and my living room is flooded. I don't even know where to turn the water off at."

"Hold on. Let me grab some shoes and some tools," he said turning away from the door.

He returned a few minutes later and came out onto the porch. Sue smiled at the crescent wrench and pliers in his hand. Standing next to her, he seemed even taller than she had originally thought. The baggy loose fitting shorts and t-shirt just added to the fact. She had to tilt her head back to look up at his face.

"I live a couple of houses down," she said.

"Lead on," he replied.

As they walked down the sidewalk, Sue asked, "Do you play basketball by any chance?"

Gary laughed and shook his head. "I'm a swimmer, like on the swim team."

"Oh goodie, that will help with the living room. It's an indoor pool and a heated one at that."

"That sounds like the hot water heater. I'll need to check it before I turn the water off."

"Shouldn't we turn off the electricity before we go wading around in the water?"

"Where is the electrical panel?" Gary asked.

"Uh.... Heck if I know. My ex husband and I bought this place a few years ago. He took care of everything until he left. Now I'm figuring out I'm totally lost."

"If it's like my dad's house, it'll be in the garage," Gary said as they turned into the driveway.

Sue stopped by her car, opened the driver's door, and hit the garage door opener. The large door slowly opened. It only took Gary a few minutes to locate the electrical panel and shut off the power. 

"It should be safe enough," Gary said as he tried the kitchen door. It was locked.

"I came in through the front door earlier," Sue said as she dug her keys out of her purse and hurried to unlock the door.

Inside the house it was dark. "I should have brought my flashlight," Gary said.

Sue rummaged around on top of the icebox and found the flashlight she kept there for emergencies. "I have one," she said as she turned it on, lighting up the kitchen.

"Good," Gary said as he took it from her. "Lets see if we can find the leak," he said as he ran the light over the floor. The kitchen floor was dry but there was the sheen of water running across the floor under the breakfast table at the back of the long room.

Gary indicated the wall to the right and asked, "Your laundry room and hot water heater are there, right?"

"Yeah, the first door to the left in the hall."

Gary shined the light into the living room. The water was level with the floor to the kitchen. "You were not kidding about an indoor pool," he said as he started toward the hall to his right.

Sue followed behind. Even more steam billowed out of the laundry room when Gary opened the door. "Oh yeah, the pressure release valve is popped and spraying water everywhere. Some jackass forgot to run the pipe outside."

Turning around, he ran into Sue. She started to fall but he gathered her up in his arms and held her steady. "Uh, sorry about that. I thought you were still in the kitchen."

"It's all my fault." She replied quickly. When he held onto her for a few moments longer, she added, "I... uh... have my balance."

"Oh... uh... yeah," Gary said and slowly let go of her. "I... uh... need to go shut off the water."

Sue nodded and stepped back a step.

"Yeah," Gary whispered and headed across the kitchen and into the garage. Sue followed him quickly.

The water shut off was in the front yard near the sidewalk. It was a box in the ground with a small lift up cover but Gary pulled the whole top off. This gave him enough room to get a crescent wrench on the valve and turn it to the off position.

He stood up and nodded. "The water is off."

"That looked easy enough," Sue said as she studied the valve and meter in the box.

"Most things are when you know what and where."

"The where was my problem," sue said. "That and the how part. I would have tried to turn it off through the little door."

"There is a t-handle shaped tool that works through the door but I didn't grab one," Gary said as he turned to walk down the sidewalk toward his house. "I may have a new pop off valve in the garage, along with some pipe and fittings to run a line outside."

"What do I do about the water in the living room?" Sue asked as she followed him.

"I'd call your insurance company first and see what all is covered. Some just cover water damage. Others cover cleanup as well."

Sue dug her cell phone out of her purse. She dialed her insurance agent as Gary opened the garage door. He rummaged around in the garage while she found out that, yes, she was covered for damages but had to clean the place up herself. Or at least get the water out. Someone would be by the next day to appraise the damage.

Gary came out of the garage with a brass valve in one hand and a workbox in the other. "Would you grab those two pieces of pipe?" He said as he pointed with his chin.

Sue grabbed the pipes and they headed back for her house. 

*****

Gary swapped out the pop off valves and went to turn the water back on to check to make sure it was a good one. It was so he set about running the pipe so it went out the wall. He was looking in the corner behind the hot water heater. "There's no hole," he muttered and then opened the back door and stepped outside.

A moment later, he reappeared and said, "There is a hole in the brick but they sheet rocked over the hole inside. I'll need the drill and a bit to open it up."

"What can I do?" Sue asked.

"Bail the living room." He replied with a grin.

Sue shook her head. "That sounds like a hot messy job but someone has to do it and I guess since it's my house, that would be me."

"On my way out, I'll turn on the electric. All but the living room that is."

Sue nodded. "And I'll change into something cooler."

*****

Sue was in her bedroom stripping off her work clothes when the lights came on suddenly. There was a gust of air from the overhead vent. "Maybe the air will work now that the hot water is shut off," she whispered as she took her bra off. Her small breasts were slick and sweaty as she ran her hands over them.

"Shorts and a t-shirt," she whispered as she turned to her dresser and rummaged in a draw.

With the tight white shorts and a baggy white t-shirt on, she felt cooler. So did the air from the vent.

Back in the kitchen, she turned on the overhead lights. The water was no longer flowing across the floor under the table but the drapes were wet at the bottom. She picked them up and hung then over a chair on each side of the window. The living room was still dark and steamy. 

She looked around the kitchen and then went to the laundry room. The flashlight was on the top of the dryer. As she came out of the laundry room, she ran head on into Gary. He grabbed her and kept her from falling.

As he held her in his arms, he said with a grin. "This is getting to be a habit."

Sue squirmed and muttered, "I can think of worse habits."

"So can I," Gary whispered as he let go of her.

She grinned as she stepped out of his way. His arms had felt good around her, strong and reassuring somehow. Part of her mind whispered, 'he's half your age or almost anyway.' Yeah, he is, was her reply. She was still smiling as she crossed the kitchen to shine the light around the flooded living room.

With a grimace she stepped off into the warm water. It felt weird to be wading around in the living room. The couch and chairs were wet around the bottom. The TV was fine as well as the satellite box. The DVD player and VCR were under water. Several CD cases floated around the room. The books on the bottom shelf of each bookcase that flanked the fireplace were soaked.

She sighed and crossed the room to the siding glass door that led outside. She unlocked and opened it. The concrete of the patio was wet in three strips. She stepped outside and saw that the three strips were evenly spaced along the concrete ledge under the door. She wondered if there were holes there for drainage or something.

Gary had finished drilling the hole so she walked over to him and asked, "Is there any reason there should be holes in the concrete under the sliding glass door?"

"They could be weep holes to let any moister out that collects," he said as he walked down and looked at the three small streams of water. "Maybe we can open them out so the living room will drain."

"You finish what you're doing. I'll work on the holes," Sue said as she went in the house through the laundry room door. In the kitchen, she found a screwdriver and a flat bladed table knife. 

Returning through the water in the living room, she squatted down in front of the sliding door and ran her hand along the base of the concrete. The carpet was snug up against the wall. She used the screwdriver to try and pry it back where she thought the holes were. Using the knife handle for a wedge under the screwdriver she saw the water flow increase.

"This just might work," she said to herself.

She felt along the edge of the carpet again and tried to get a grip on it. She worked one finger in the small hole she had made and pulled. It did not move so she pulled harder. Still the carpet didn't move. She went back to prying, trying to get the hole bigger. The water looked like it was flowing even faster out of the one hole.

"The carpet is definitely blocking the holes," she whispered as she pried along the carpet edge toward the hole on the left. About halfway across, something gave and she could get a full grip on the edge of the carpet. 

With a grin, she rocked back and yanked on the edge at the same time. The carpet gave suddenly and she fell over backwards to sprawl out in the warm water. The wet carpet came up to cover her feet and calves. 

Her yell of surprise brought Gary on a dead run. He skidded to a stop on the patio and looked into the living room. "Are you alright?" He asked quickly. Then he grinned and shook his head. "You need deeper water to do the backstroke."

Sue pushed up on her elbows and frowned. "That wasn't my intention, believe me. Is the water flowing any faster out there?"

Gary's eyes were on the front of her wet t-shirt and kept jumping down to the front of her wet shorts and then back to the top. He had no idea about the water outside; he was mesmerized by the wet cloth plastered to her breasts and sex.

Sue looked down at the front of her t-shirt and gasped. She might as well have been naked. The thin wet cloth was clinging to her breasts and almost completely transparent. She sat up quickly and covered her breasts with her hands. This just spread her knees wider and Gary's eyes dropped to the front of her shorts.

Looking farther down, Sue gasped again and slammed her knees closed. The thin cloth of the shorts was transparent also. She hadn't put a bra or panties on so everything showed. She groaned softly and whispered, "This just isn't my day."

"You sure have made my day," Gary replied with a grin. Then he sobered and stepped back. "Uh, where do you keep your towels? I'll go get you one."

"The linen closet behind the door in the bathroom."

He hurried away in the direction of the laundry room door.

Sue dropped her hands and slowly got to her feet. She pulled the t-shirt away from her body as she stepped out onto the patio. She shifted her hips at the feel of the clinging cloth of her shorts. She wondered if the back of the shorts were as transparent as the front. 

"Talk about showing your ass and everything else," she said to herself.

"And a mighty fine ass it is, I might add," Gary said from behind her as he draped a towel over her shoulders. 

Sue shivered but not from the chill of being wet. "At least I got cooled off," she said and then giggled as she realized that wasn't exactly true. One part of her was very overheated. More so than it had been in a very long time.

"I, uh, finished the vent line," Gary said, his hands still on her shoulders.

Sue used a corner of the towel to wipe the water off her face. She was well aware of his hands on her shoulders and his closeness behind her. She wondered what she should do next. One part of her wanted to turn around and kiss him. Another part was screaming for her to go get out of the wet clothes. A third part was laughing at her silliness.

"I guess I should go get out of these wet clothes," she heard herself saying.

"That would probably be a good idea," Gary whispered. "I'd offer to help but that wouldn't be a good idea, would it."

Sue giggled and turned around slowly. The next thing she knew, she was kissing Gary with more passion than she had felt in a long time. Even with him bent over, her head was pressed back. Her body bent backwards in his arms, her breasts rubbing on his chest as she gave herself over to the excitement of the kiss.

The next thing she knew, she was leading Gary by the hand toward her bedroom. As she passed the bathroom door, she changed her mind and went into the bathroom. She stopped just inside and lifted her arms over her head. "Shirt, please, she whispered.

Gary pulled her baggy t-shirt off over her head and dropped it on the floor. He used the towel to dry her shoulders and back before he moved it around to dry her breasts and belly. Moving the towel back up, he took his time massaging and caressing her breasts. Sue heard herself groan softly at the feel of his strong hands and the terry cloth rubbing her hard nipples.

Without a word, he bent over to kiss and nibble on her neck as his hands unsnapped and unzipped her shorts. A few moments later, her wet shorts hit the floor around her ankles. The towel wrapped across her front as he dried her hips and upper thighs. Then the towel was gone and his big hands were on her hips. As he straightened up, his hands ran over her belly and ended up covering her breasts. 

"Shower or bedroom?" He asked with a slight catch in his voice.

Sue whimpered as his hands squeezed her breasts. She backed up against him and whimpered again as she felt his hard dick against her tailbone. "I... I... I don't know," she whispered as her nerve failed her. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Me neither." Gary whispered in reply. "In my fantasies yes, but never for real."

That soft statement calmed her nerves. "I've had enough water for a while," she whispered as she turned around to face him and took a half step back. Her hands were on the bottom of his baggy t-shirt. She slowly raised it up and then he helped take it off. His chest at eye level was muscular but not overly so. It was also smooth and completely hairless. 

She shivered as she put her arms around his waist and kissed his chest. She laid her head against it as his hands caressed and stroked her back. With a deep sigh, she moved her hands to the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down. Moving her hips back for a moment, his shorts moved downward until she let go of them and they fell away. 

Moving back forward, she whimpered softly as she felt his hard dick press against her lower belly. Skin on skin it felt even hotter and bigger than earlier. Gary made a soft groaning sound for a second and the next thing she knew, he had her in his arms and was carrying her toward her bedroom.

At the side of the bed he paused and grinned. "I've only dreamed of doing this but..." With that said, he gave her a little toss and she hit the bed flat and bounced. She squealed and then laughed as he crawled on the bed to cover her body with his as they kissed.

He held most of his upper weight off of her with his elbows and forearms. His big hands were on each side of her face as they kissed passionately. Sue ran her hands over his muscular back and then raked her nails lightly across it. That increased the passion on his side as well as hers. She could feel the head of his dick as a hot spongy mass as it rubbed around her wet slippery opening.

She groaned into his mouth and tried to wiggle her hips. His lower weight had her pinned. He broke the kiss suddenly, pushed up on his arms, and looked down at her. He shook his head slowly and whispered, "There are a number of things I've always dreamed about doing before we do that."

Sue groaned again at his words and the fact that the head of his dick as pressed tighter to her opening. She was on the edge of being completely out of control for really the first time in her life. She whimpered loudly and took her hands off his back. She extended her arms out to each side as she spread her legs as wide as she could.

"I'll take that as a yes," he whispered and she nodded quickly as she closed her eyes.

His lips were back on hers momentarily and then he was kissing and licking his way down her neck to her shoulder. He spent time exploring the indent at the base of her throat and the dimples of her collarbones. She whimpered softly as he moved down and explored the softness, texture, and taste of her right breast with his warm wet tongue.

By the time he sucked on her nipple and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, Sue was moaning softy. She had never give up control like this before and it felt wonderful. The fact that he was taking his time and exploring as he went made it all that much better. He had an idea about what he was doing but seemed to lack the finesse that came with practice.




Summer Heat



She wondered briefly how many girls he had been with but him nibbling on her nipple blew that thought away. No one had ever done that to her nipple before. She moaned softly and arched her back. He tried to swallow her whole breast and got two thirds of it in his mouth as his tongue went wild over its surface. Sue moaned again as a shiver ran up and down her back.

Then his mouth was gone from that breast with a slurping sound and he as licking and kissing the other one. Sue gave herself over to the feelings as he licked and then sucked on her nipple. When he nibbled her nipple, she tried to arch up and moaned loudly as heat shot straight to her pulsing sex.

His lips and tongue moving slowly down across her lower ribs and stomach made her whimper and squirm. His tongue in her belly button made her gasp softly, that usually tickled but not this time. It seemed as though it was directly attached to her sex when the tip of his tongue probed the very bottom.

Her cleanly shaven mound was next and he licked every inch of it with his hot wet tongue. She expected the same on her equally bare outer lips but instead he took a lick from as far down as he could reach, straight up her slit and over her clit. She grabbed a handful of bedspread with each hand as she gasped loudly and tried to sit up. She was suddenly right on the ragged edge of coming.

Sitting up was out of the question as he put a hand under each of her knees and lifted them high and wide. Then his tongue was on her tailbone and moving up the crease of her ass. It moved across her anus, across the opening to her sex, up her slit, and across her clit. That's all she wrote as Sue went up in flames and exploding fireworks.

He took three more licks the same way before she could get her hands to move far enough to push at his head. Her body was on overload. He stopped licking but stabbed his tongue as deep as it would go in her drenched sex. That pushed her over the edge even more as he swirled his long thick feeling tongue around and round.

*****

Sue groaned and opened her eyes. She was curled up on her side. There was a warm body curled up behind her and an arm across her waist, the hand cupping her left breast. Her mind was a swirling fog of endorphins. She felt floaty and slightly detached. Her orgasm had seemed endless and kept going higher and higher. She had never had one like that before.

The hand squeezed her breast lightly and Gary asked, "How are you doing? You seemed out of it there for a while."

Sue giggled and then whimpered softly. "Who... taught you... to make love to a woman?"

"Uh, no one actually. Most of what I know, I learned from reading, porn, and the Internet."

With a soft groan, Sue shook her head. "Just how much experience do you have?"

"Uh, other than a few kisses and a little petting, not much," the young man behind her confessed.

Sue groaned and shivered, "I was afraid you were going to say that."

"Uh, did I do something wrong?"

Sue giggled again and shook her head. "Not no, but hell no," she said emphatically. "But there is one lesson you didn't get. Or maybe there was one lesson I didn't get, I'm not sure at the moment."

"I don't understand?" 

Sue laughed and then sighed deeply. "You just blew my mind more than it has ever been blown. I always thought there was a point that I had to stop but we went way past that and then some."

"Uh, is that a bad thing?"

"Yes and no. Well, maybe not... I don't know. I'm still floating around on the afterglow of a monster orgasm. One bigger than any I've ever even considered as possible. That is a good thing."

Gary chuckled. "You seem more confuses than I am."

"That is very, very possible. I've got years of experience on you but I'm having to rethink a few things... a lot of things."

There were a few minutes of silence until Sue said, "You just keep doing it your way until I tell you otherwise or I wake up dead."

"Wake up dead?" Gary said quickly with concern heavy in his voice.

"A figure of speech, or so I hope," Sue whispered. "An orgasm that big can be scary is all I'm really saying. One that long and drawn out is even scarier. They feel wonderful and all but at the time..."

There was another long silence and then Gary said, "I think I know what you're saying. When you pushed my head away, I should have stopped."

"That is what I had intended for you to do at the time but now I see things a little differently. You pushed my limits to the maximum and then some. That is one of the reasons I didn't slap your head again. If you had attacked my clit on the other hand, I would have. It would have been far to sensitive to touch."

"What other reason kept you from slapping my head?"

Sue giggled and whispered, "I was so far out of it, I couldn't have made my hand work if I had wanted to."

"Then I did good?"

"Excellent and then some."

Gary hugged her tightly with his one hand and kissed her neck and shoulder gently. Sue shivered as she felt the head of his hard dick press against the lower crease of her ass. If his tongue and lips had blown her away so hard, what was it going to be like when he made full love to her? She whimpered at the thought and then groaned as her ass wiggled against that large hot head.

"I think I'll need to be on top when we continue," she whispered more to herself than him.

Gary raised his head and said, "That's fine with me."

Sue smiled and then chuckled. "I'm sure it is," she whispered and then added, "I'm going to take a nap first."

Gary kissed her shoulder and replied, "Only if I can sleep here behind you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Sue whispered as she snuggled back tighter to him.

*****

Sometime later that night, Sue woke up to find she was on her stomach with her head on Gary's shoulder. He was flat on his back, his arm around her, his hand on her hip. Her arm was across his chest and there was a light quilt over both of them. He must have covered them because she didn't remember a thing after they stopped talking.

Her hand and arm moved slowly down his body until her hand touched his manhood. It felt semi hard and laid at an angle across his hip. He mumbled in his sleep as she explored it with her fingers. It also grew harder. By the time she wrapped her fingers around it, it was pointed straight up along his body and rock solid. He had moaned a few times but didn't move.

Mattie shivered and removed her hand. She eased the covers back and moved his hand off her hip. She suddenly had the urge to pee so she rolled over and got off the bed. Her wet clothes were still on the floor, Gary's in a pile a short ways away. She smiled as she sat down on the toilet. It took her a moment to start peeing and then she thought she wouldn't stop.

After patting herself dry, she picked up her t-shirt and wrung it out over the tub. She hung it over the shower rod and wrung out her shorts. She hung those up. With a used towel she mopped up the water from the tile floor. With a smile, she hung that up and flushed the commode. She left his clothes where they had fallen.

As she entered the bedroom, the bedside lamp was on and Gary was grinning at her, his dick held straight up in the air. She stopped next to the bed, laughed, and shook her head. "Now who's the one in a hurry? It might work that way in a porn film but not in real life. Real life runs a little slower and takes a little warm up time."

Gary lowered his dick and sighed. "There is always something new to learn."

Sue crawled onto the bed and leaned over to lick his shaft from the base to the head. Gary groaned softly at the feel of her hot wet tongue. Sue smiled up at him. "See, some lessons are much better than others."

"Is that what my tongue feels like on your pussy?"

"Probably, unless you're on my clit then it feels something like this," she said as she bent over and tickled the grove at the base of his circumcised head. His hips jerked and his dick jumped.

Before he could say anything, Sue asked, "How does the head of your dick feel after an orgasm? Is it real sensitive?"

"Uh yeah," he said and then grinned. "Like your clit would get."

Sue grinned and licked his shaft again. "Now you're getting the idea," she said as she sat up and then straddled his hips. Slowly she sat down with his dick directly under her sex. "Now for a new lesson," she said as she rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her slit along his shaft. 

She leaned forward as she rocked and then she leaned back the next time. Her clit rubbed his shaft on one and she took a hissing breath, the next time her opening moved along his shaft. The next time she leaned forward, his shaft was slicker feeling under her clit. "I'm teasing us both as well as getting your shaft all slippery," she whispered after a few more times up and down the length of his dick.

He nodded and lifted his hips a little. Sue shivered hard as her clit rubbed even more firmly against his shaft. She put her hands on his stomach and said, "Whoa, just lay there and relax. Let me take it at my own sweet time."

Gary nodded and then groaned as Sue moved up slightly so her slit and clit rubbed the underside of his dick head. "Rub my clit too hard and it will get too sensitive too quickly." She rubbed his head several more times and then moved back.

He was chewing on his bottom lip by the time she did. "I could probably come with you doing that," he whispered a moment later.

Sue grinned and nodded. "So could I and probably even quicker than you."

"I...uh... I'm not sure that last part is true," he said.

Sue frowned and then asked, "How fast will you come when we do get around to... uh... making love?"

"I don't know but both times in the past it has been rather quickly. Too quick or so I was told by one young lady."

Sue stopped moving her hips and looked down at him for a moment. Then she came up on her knees and looked down at his dick. She shivered and said, "There is a way of curing that," she whispered.

"Huh?" He said and then grinned as she licked her lips.

She backed up toward his feet and asked, "How fast does it get hard again?"

"It doesn't take long," he whispered as she lay down between his legs.

She lifted his dick up and then pulled it toward her face. Gary groaned before she even touched him with her mouth or tongue. "I have an idea this won't take long either," she whispered and then licked the big spongy head. Gary gasped softly and flexed his hips. 

When she sucked on the head and swirled her tongue around it, he groaned softly and lifted his hips. Sue had never been much for blowjobs but this one appealed to her in several ways. His reactions being the main one. She sucked more of his shaft into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue. He groaned louder and his hips quivered.

At that point, Sue heard herself moaning around his dick as she started to bob her head and really suck on his dick. Suddenly, she wanted the young man to come in her mouth more than anything else in the world. She worked over his dick with wild abandon, taking far more of it in than she ever thought possible. 

Some little time later and somewhere in the back of her mind she realized she was coming and so was he. She swallowed several times and came all the harder. There was a first time for everything and right now there were two of them going on. She had never swallowed before and she had never came while giving a blowjob.

*****

Sue was still lying between Gary's legs. She had his semi hard dick in one hand and the head still in her mouth. She would whimper softly and suck on it like a pacifier. Then she would just hold it in her mouth for a minute or so. She did not want to let go of it.

Gary had a hand on the side of her head and stroked it gently. Ever so often, he would sigh contentedly. When she sucked on the head, his hips would quiver. How long they lay this way, neither was sure or cared. 

Finally, Gary whispered, "Wow!"

Sue giggled around the head of his dick and then sucked on it as she swirled her tongue around. Gary's hand pushed gently at her head. With a sigh of contentment of her own, Sue popped the head out of her mouth and looked up toward Gary's face.

He saw her looking and smiled broadly. "I may never move again," he whispered softly.

Sue grinned at him and shook her head. "Now you know how I felt earlier, after you got through eating me."

He nodded and sighed. "Oh yeah."

"This isn't your first time, is it?" Sue asked suddenly.

"Uh, no. There was one other time but she was in a hurry to... uh... make love as you put it. The same one that complained I was too quick."

"The silly girl," Sue whispered and then laughed as she though how that might have also applied to her and blowjobs earlier.

Gary gave her a funny look when she laughed. Sue smiled at him and whispered, "You shouldn't be too quick now."

"I have a feeling you're right." He replied with a big smile.

Sue looked at his dick and then licked the slowly hardening shaft. It twitched and got even harder. She licked the shaft several more times but avoided the head. Several more licks and she lifted his shaft away from his belly. It was as hard as it had been earlier, before she took the stuffing out of it. 

"As good as new," she whispered as she got to her knees and moved up along his body. Her legs were spread wide by his hips as she positioned herself over his manhood. She rubbed the head over and around her slippery wet opening and Gary took a hissing breath.

As she centered it up and added weight to it, she was the one with the hissing breath. The head slowly entered and they both made soft whimpering sounds. She paused with the head just inside, her eyes closed. He was much bigger than her ex. He was bigger than anything she had ever tried. 

Gary's hands on her thighs opened her eyes. She smiled at him and added more weight to their connection. The head moved deeper and she groaned softly as it rubbed something inside deliciously. She had never felt that before. She lifted her hips slightly and bounced in that spot. She groaned again as she rubbed the spot. Her g-spot, she realized.

Slowly over a period of time more of his dick entered her. She felt full and stretched but it was getting easier as she grew wetter and slipperier. She had not reached his hips with her ass yet, when she lifted up almost all the way off and dropped down again. The sensations from inside her sex almost took her breath away and Gary groaned loudly.

She sat very still and took several deep breaths. Her eyes opened and she saw Gary looking at her. She grinned and whispered, "You're bigger than anyone I've ever tried before."

He took a deep breath and blew it out noisily. "And you are tighter than either of those younger girls were. I'm glad you did what you did before hand or I would have already came, big time."

Sue grinned as she lifted her hips and dropped back down sharply. The second time she did the same she gasped as her ass touched his hips. She sat there with a wide-eyed look on her face as she rolled her hips around in tight circles. His whole dick was inside her. She had expected some pain maybe or that she couldn't get it all in but...

Gary's hands on her hips lifted her up and then she was fucking him for all she was worth. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent yell as she bounced up and down on his dick. It was rubbing her insides so deliciously and she was having small sharp orgasms on every other stroke. They were strung together like beads on a string and building in intensity. 

Gary stayed still until his hips suddenly moved upward sharply and he let out a long drawn out groan as he painted her insides with shot after shot of cum. Sue did yell now as she shortened the movement of her hips and speed up. Her own orgasm was looming large and about to crash down on her.

When it did, she was speechless and breathless. She ended up just sitting on his hips rubbing her clit frantically on his pelvic bone. The orgasm just rolled on and on as it consumed her mind, body, and soul.

*****

Sue woke slowly. Her mind and body were so relaxed that there should be a law against it. Gary's face swam before her minds eye and then his dick did the same. Her eyes popped open and she looked around her bedroom. She was alone on the bed, covered with a quilt. She looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was a little after 10 AM.

Something about insurance floated through her brain and then she remembered the adjuster was supposed to be there this morning early. She tossed back the covers and tried to sit up. Muscles in her stomach, thighs, and lower back protested as she did. Then she grinned as she remembered all the details of riding Gary's dick.

She swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood up slowly. Other than some sore muscles she seemed fine. Then she wiggled her hips from side to side and grimaced. They had made quite the mess. The mess seemed to get bigger as she walked toward the bedroom door. It was closed.

Opening the door a little ways, she looked down the hall. There was a scraping sound coming from somewhere toward the living room. Her robe was in the bathroom, she remembered. With a deep breath for courage, she hurried out the door, and down the hall to the bathroom. 

With the door shut, she found her robe on the back of it. As she put it on, she noticed her t-shirt, shorts, and the towel were gone from the shower rod. Had Gary gotten a shower before he left? The burning question though was who and what as going on in the living room. With a deep breath she opened the bathroom door.

Gary was in the living room running a large squeegee looking thing cross the wet carpet, pushing the water toward the open sliding glass door. "Good morning." she said when he didn't look her way.

"Good morning," he replied with a big grin as he looked at her.

"You're either up early or I slept late," she said with a grin as big as his.

"The insurance guy was here a little after nine and woke me up."

Sue's eyes got wide and he chuckled. "I quickly got dressed and let him in. I told him you were still sleeping but I could show him the damages. I think he assumed I lived here."

"I didn't hear a thing. Someone knocked me out."

Gary chuckled again. "I think you did that to yourself, if I remember correctly."

A crooked smile came to Sue's face as she smiled. She wiggled her hips from side to side and shivered. "I didn't make all of this mess by myself."

Gary blushed lightly and whispered, "No, you sure didn't."

Sue giggled and blushed also. "I feel... I haven't felt like this since I was a teenager."

"It is kind of strange," Gary said thoughtfully and then walked over to where Sue was standing. He leaned the squeegee against the wall and kissed her lightly on the lips. With her in the doorway and him standing in the sunken living room, they were almost face-to-face. 

Sue reached up and put her arms around his neck. The kiss went up in intensity quickly. When his hands slipped under her robe and caressed her sides, back, and butt, she moaned and stepped back. "I... uh... need a shower and some coffee."

"I've had my shower," Gary said as he smiled at her, his eyes roaming over the open front of the robe.

Sue felt herself blush as she slowly closed the robe. The look on his face was loving and appreciative, not lustful.

"There are some papers for you from the insurance guy on the kitchen counter. Estimates and prices for carpet, padding, redoing the couch and chairs. Stuff like that. He said to get several estimates to see if they match his and give him a call."

Sue nodded and turned to walk over to the counter. After a couple of steps, she turned back around. "Thank you," she whispered. 

"You are more than welcome."

Sue grinned and shook her head. "Have you been home this morning? I wouldn't want your parents worrying about you."




Summer Heat



"That's where I got the squeegee. I told mom I was helping a friend clean up a flooded living room."

"You make friends quickly," Sue said and then laughed at her own pun. Then she sobered and whispered, "Or maybe I take advantage of friendly people quickly."

Gary hurried across the room and took her in his arms to hug her tightly. "We are far more than just friends, I think," he whispered softly.

Sue sighed and nodded as she hugged him back. "I've... never done anything like this before."

"Like I have," Gary said with a chuckle as he ran his hands up and down her back.

"Ok, coffee and shower time," Sue said quickly and stepped back. The dark feelings that had been building were gone. She had a real smile on her face as she turned toward the kitchen counter and set about making coffee.

Gary moved over to lean on the counter and watched her. As she switched on the coffee pot he asked, "Are you having regrets about last night?"

She looked his way and shook her head. "I was a moment ago but not now."

"I'm glad because I want to see more of you and I don't just mean just the sex part."

Sue moved forward to stand right in front of him. She came up on her toes and bent her head back for a kiss. He kissed her gently, tenderly for a moment and she dropped down off her toes. She smiled at him and whispered, "There was absolutely nothing wrong with the sex, believe me, and it will only get better with time."

Gary grinned and asked, "Want me to scrub your back?"

Sue opened the robe and took it off. With it over her arm, she walked around him and paused at the entrance to the hall. "I though you would never ask," she said with a grin of her own.

Gary hurriedly followed her down the hall, into the bathroom, and into a long happy life for both of them.



Summer Heat



Part One

Hot Afternoon

*

Dustin's cell phone rang early one blazingly hot August morning, waking him up with a jolt. 

"Hello?" came Dustin's raspy and groggy voice.

"Hey Dustin! It's Tyler. I was just thinking. Ain't nothing happening and was wondering what's up with you?"

Tyler was one of his best buds and lived a couple of streets over. "Just beating this damn heat. I was going to spend the afternoon out at the pool...Listen, if you got nothing going on, maybe you wanna come over."

"Yeah, that'd be great. You sure your mom won't mind?"

"I doubt it. Let me ask her and call you right back. OK?"

"Pronto, Tonto," Tyler responded and hung up.

Dustin looked at the clock. It was 9:38. He was a bit surprised his mother hadn't already been upstairs to wake him. She had a thing about "burning daylight." Maybe she was cutting him some slack since summer was almost over. He had just turned 16 and was going to be starting his sophomore year at Madison High School. His mom taught upper class English and he knew she was getting ready for the new school year. In fact, she'd mentioned a couple of days earlier that faculty meetings started next week.

He pulled on shorts and a tee shirt after brushing his teeth. It was probably too late for any chance of breakfast unless he could scrounge up a couple of Pop-Tarts. He headed down stairs to check out the fridge. He though his mom would be in the kitchen, but it was deserted. So was the den. Then he saw his mom outside. She was on her knees, working with a hand spade on one of her small flower beds. She hadn't killed all the plants, but there were a couple months left to the growing season, Dustin thought. His father had once said -- outside of her hearing, of course - that Deana Rodgers could kill a vase of silk flowers. 

Dustin went out the patio door.

"Hiya, mom."

"Good morning, sweetheart," his mother said, looking up at him with a smile. She sat back on her ankles and rubbed her dirty hands in the grass. She was wearing a dark blue tee and black walking shorts. Her pale brown hair was tied back with a red ribbon. Although she was getting old, Dustin thought she looked a lot better than some women he could think of. She kept herself up with swimming and tennis and took a lot of pride in dressing well. Except for yard work, of course. "Sleep well?"

"Uh, huh. Thanks for letting me sleep in."

"I thought you wouldn't mind. There's not much summer left."

"You want some help with that?"

"No, thanks. I'm just futzing around, getting my hands and knees dirty...Had breakfast?"

"Not yet."

"There's some toaster pastries in the cupboard. And frozen waffles."

"Great. Uh, Tyler called." He scratched his scrawny leg absentmindedly. "I was wondering if he could come over and do some swimming."

"Sure. I'm not feeding him, though."

"Gotcha. Thanks, mom." He went running inside to call his friend.

Deana watched him go. She decided her son was getting ready to blossom into manhood, a couple years late from what she saw around the school. Still, boys matured at different rates and she had taught juniors who looked like they still belonged in junior high school. As far as her son went, all she could say was better late than never. His voice was finally starting to take on a deeper timbre and he was shaving a couple of times a week. Last year he had made the freshman swim team and might make the JV team if he worked hard. That would put some meat on his bones and build up his muscles. Take away his clumsiness and his shy demeanor, too, build up his confidence around girls. 

Dustin got the toaster out of the cupboard and the box of parties out of the pantry. While he waited for the Pop-Tarts to heat up, he gave Tyler a ring. "It's cool with mom."

"Great! See you about noon? Oh, and I got a text from JayBo. He was supposed to go out to the lake, but the boat trailer had a flat."

JayBo was Jason Beauregard Riley, Tyler's cousin, a semi-rich kid but OK for all that. He was 18, a senior, and a pussy magnet.

"That'll be OK, I guess, but nobody else, OK?" At least, Dustin thought it would be all right. Actually, it might be a good idea to get to know JayBo a little better. He was on the senior swim team and the student coach of the junior varsity swim team and a hell of a swimmer. Dustin wanted to score the JV team this year and it couldn't hurt to get in good with JayBo, could it? "Mom doesn't want a crowd over here."

"I read you, dude. See you in a few."

Dustin ate breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen afterwards. Then he headed outside.

"Did you talk to Tyler?" she asked him. She was digging around some plant with droopy leaves that were starting to yellow.

"Yes, ma'am." It never hurts, he knew, to be a little extra polite when your mom's going along with your plans. "He said it'd be around 12. Oh, and he said he may bring over one other guy. His cousin. You'll like him. He's on the high school swim team. He helps out with the jayvees." 

"OK."

"What's wrong with that thing? It looks like crap."

Deana flipped a clod of dirt at her son. "Thanks for the glowing testimony for my gardening skills... I think it's got thrips."

"What are thrips?"

"The buggers that are killing all my plants this summer..."

"Maybe you need some thripticide."

"For somebody who never heard of a thrip till ten seconds ago, you sure know all the answers!" his mom growled in false irritation. She'd killed so many plants over the last few years, she didn't let another death faze her. The clerks down at the garden center loved to see her coming. The salesclerks were on a first name basis with Deana Rodgers.

"Maybe it's getting too much water?"

Deana jumped up, grabbed the hose that was coiled nearby, and sprayed her son.

"Darn it, mom!"

He ran, but she chased him, keeping the hose aimed at him as he sprinted away.

"I'll water you too much and see if you turn yellow!" she yelled, laughing.

He escaped only by darting inside.

**

She was just about finished with her work among the flowers -- privately, she termed it emergency room triage -- when she heard a couple of car doors being slammed. There followed the sound of laughter and the faint chime of the doorbell. Deanna got to her feet and rinsed the dirt off her hands and knees with water from the garden hose. 

The laughter got louder as she saw her son and his guests coming through the house. She recognized Tyler, but the third youth was unknown to her. They were dressed alike, in tees and shorts, carrying towels, but there the similarity ended. Tyler was a scarecrow like Dustin. The third teen was anything but. He had the broad shoulders, narrow hips and muscular legs of a swimmer. His head was shaved and as brown as the rest of him.

"Hey, mom," Dustin said as he and his guests came out on to the patio. "You know Tyler, don't you? And this is Jason."

"Yes, Tyler, hello. And Jason."

"Oh, they just call me JayBo," the new youth told her as he came towards her, actually extending his hand in greeting. His voice was rich and deep. His smile shone against his dark tan. "Hello, Ms Rodgers. Nice to meet you."

"JayBo," Deana smiled in greeting as she shook hands with him. "It's my pleasure. So y'all came for a swim?"

"We appreciate the invitation."

"My son tells me you're the team coach of the swim team."

"The JV team, Ms Rodgers, just the jayvees. I'm the student coach, just to help out Coach Scott. I hope I get Dustin on the team this year."

Dustin said, "That'd be cool."

"It'll take a lot of work, son."

JayBo smiled again. "I think he's up to it."

Then he cocked his head to one side and studied the woman. "Don't you teach at Madison?"

"Unfortunately! Just joking. Yes, I teach junior and senior A.P. Lit."

"I may have you then. I'm scheduled for the honors class."

"Well, we'll be seeing each other in the classroom... You young men enjoy yourselves," Deana told them. "I'm going to go clean up a little; I've been working in the yard and must look a mess."

She headed inside.

"Dudes," JayBo said, "you didn't tell me your mom was a teacher. You didn't tell me she was a fucking fox, either..."

"Shhhh! She'll hear," Dustin hissed

"Sorry, man. I didn't mean to say nothing about your mother. It's just, I didn't expect this."

But Deana had always possessed better than average hearing and she'd caught the older teen's comment.

***

It was about 1:00 that Deana decided to go back outside. She put on a one piece suit. The swim suit was silver, cut low on top, not only in the front and back, but also dipping low at the sides. The legs, on the other hand, were high up her thighs. She picked out a wrap skirt. It was crocheted out of bright orange yarn and had a ragged fringe. She tied it low over one hip. Deana topped her attire with a wide brimmed floppy straw hat that kept her face in shadow. She slipped into heeled sandals, strapped them up, and headed outside.

"You boys don't mind if I join you," she asked as she came across the stone patio and settled into a lounge chair. She had a book with her.

"Nope," Dustin called out to her. 

The three teens were playing keep away with a tennis ball. JayBo was currently in the center. He'd been trying only half-heartedly to get the lime green ball till now, but with an audience, he decided to play a little harder. After a half dozen passes, he managed to leap high enough into the air to snatch the ball from his cousin and come down with a mighty splash that threw water up. Then he paddled to the side of the pool, levered himself out, and walked over to the woman. He squatted down, dripping water, beside her chair. Although Dustin and Tyler wore baggy swim trunks, JayBo wore a racing speed-o.

"Aren't you going to join us, Ms Rodgers?"

She looked at JayBo from underneath the wide brim. "Oh, I don't think so. I'm just here to get a little sun. And maybe you could call me Deana. At least until I become your teacher."

"Thanks, Deana." He wished he could see her eyes. What he could see, he liked. Deana had flawless skin and good muscle tone. JayBo was willing to bet she did a lot of swimming herself. He remembered seeing her around the high school and thought about the severe way she dressed. At school, she wouldn't get many second looks. In her swimsuit, she rated some hard stares. Her son was 16. That put her age closer to forty, he guessed, but up close, in the sleek bathing suit she wore, she looked several years younger. "The water's really nice."

"Do you really think my son has a chance to make your team?" Deana ignored his observation as she stared at his wrists. They were thick. They were a sure sign, she thought, of a powerful swimmer.

"He's going to have to work his butt off, but I think the talent's there." JayBo wondered where that question came from.

"It's really important to him. I think it's something he badly needs. Since his father and I divorced, I've been worried that Dustin will just drift."

The teen nodded as if he understood. And maybe he did. "How long has it been?"

"Almost a year."

Another nod. "I can work some extra with Dustin. That'll probably get him over the top. I'm pretty good, if I don't mind saying so."

"You're welcome to use our pool. Anytime." She regarded him

Deana stood. She dropped the hat on top of the book she never opened. She bent over to undo her sandals and kicking them off, she untied the wrap. With a whoop! she ran to the pool. She leaped into the water, landing between her son and his friend with a huge splash. 

The game of keep away became one of two teams, Deana and her son against Tyler and his cousin. The pool was filled with flailing arms and kicking feet, the air filled with laughter and cries of triumph or defeat. Deana was a physical player. She didn't hesitate to throw a body block to get to the ball or keep her opponents from reaching it. Certainly she gave JayBo as much as he dished out. In fact, a couple of times he was shocked to feel the solid contact of her body. He elevated his level of play.

Finally, after an hour, Deana had to call a stop to the game.

"OK, Uncle!" she laughed as she panted. She hadn't had this much exercise in she couldn't remember when. "You boys are too much for this old gal. I need to take a break."

"Not so old," JayBo told her. His chest was pumping, too. "I can use a break myself."

He levered himself out of the pool, then bent to offer the woman his hand and pulled her easily out of the water. Deana gracefully flipped her body around and sat on the coming of the pool. Playfully, she kicked water at her son and Tyler.

JayBo went over to the chair where he'd thrown his shorts. He lifted them, found his cell phone, and checked the time. He turned back to the group and said, "Hey, we missed lunch. Who's for pizza?"

Dustin, remembering his mother's caution that she wasn't going to be feeding the group said he wasn't particularly hungry.

"It's my treat," JayBo announced. "So, pizza and drinks all around?"

"That sounds good," said Deana. "I can make a salad and we can eat out on the patio. It's such a nice day."

"I'm down with that," Tyler said and Dustin agreed.

"OK." JayBo turned to place the call.

Deana got up and headed inside. Over her shoulder, she said "I'll start on the salad."

The high school senior made the order. Then he turned to his cousin. "Have you got your license, pencil dick?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"You know where the Pizza Connection is on Commerce?"

"Uh, huh."

JayBo got his car keys and wallet out of his shorts. He pulled out a couple of twenties. "Talk to Melissa. She's the manager. She'll let you borrow a pizza sleeve to keep everything hot. Stop at the store along the way and pick up some drinks. Whatever y'all want. And if you scratch my wheels, I'll have your cojones for breakfast. Both of you. Got it?"

Tyler caught the tossed keys and started at them. "You mean, you'll let me drive the 'Stang?"

"And I know exactly how many miles are on the clock. If you turds go anywhere except the Connection and right back here, I'll know. No joyriding!"

"We'll come right back here," Dustin promised as he wiped down quickly with a towel and pulled shorts over his trunks. He took the money JayBo held out.

"Yeah," agreed Tyler. "Just there and back."

****

In the kitchen, Deana heard the car start up and back out of the driveway. The sound of the departing car surprised her. She had expected JayBo to have the pizza delivered. Then she heard the back door from the patio slam.

Deana made another assumption. Thinking that JayBo had probably gone to get the pizza and that it was her son who'd come in from the backyard, she called out, "I'm in the kitchen, sweetheart."

"We barely know each other," JayBo said from the kitchen doorway, He had pulled on his shirt, but still wore his wet speed-o. "and we're already sweethearts?"

The woman spun around in surprise. "You startled me. I thought you were Dustin. Didn't you go get pizza?"

"I gave the kids the car keys."

Deana turned back to the counter. She continued slicing tomatoes for the salad. 

"Can I help?" the teen asked, coming to stand close to her.

"Not really, thanks. I'm almost done with the tomatoes. Then I just need to shred the lettuce."

"I was thinking of some other type of help." He put his hands on her shoulders.

Deana felt the damp warmth of his body. She finished the last slice and set down the knife she'd been using. She rinsed her hands under the sink faucet and dried them on a dish towel. She didn't look at him, but stared out the window. A mockingbird flew to the top of a crape myrtle and started to sing. His voice clearly carried inside.

"No, I'm fine."

"After almost a year?" JayBo asked. He slipped his hands off her shoulders to rest around her waist. He pulled her back so her body barely touched his. He pressed his cheek against her damp hair.

She let her head fall back as he nuzzled her neck. "You're very sure of yourself, JayBo. What makes you think I'd be interested in a young man barely older than my son?"

"I'm always sure of myself, " he said. "And I'm never wrong about a woman."

"Never?" Deana brushed her derrière against him and felt the stiffening bulge inside his speed-o.

"That's right." JayBo brought his hands up to her breasts and let their fullness fill his hands. He rubbed gently. "Never."

"How long do we have, darling?" she asked, pressing more firmly against his groin.

"Half an hour, safe. Fifteen minutes there, fifteen back. And I told them to stop for drinks."

Deana lifted her hands to her shoulders, put her fingers under the straps of her swim suit, and pulled them down. She stopped as soon as her breasts were bare. 

"Damn. Nice tits." JayBo took her nipples -- they were already getting hard -- and pulled them gently. He added a slight twist to the pull, eliciting a low moan from the woman in his arms. "You know, I could stick one in my ear and the other in my mouth and talk to myself all night long."

She reached back and rubbed his swollen cock inside it's tight sack. "We don't have all night... Did you really mean it when you told my son I was a fucking fox?"

"Shit, no. I think you're a dried up hag who'd be safe in the middle of a herd of horny minks."

Deana laughed. She turned around in his arms and kissed him. At the same time, she ran her hands up inside his shirt. His flesh rippled as her finger tips tickled him. The kiss was deep and long, ending only when JayBo tore his lips from her. He ducked his head to take one of her swollen nipples in his mouth. He sucked lustily at it. Pulled it even harder. He went to its twin. Sucked and gently bit. 

For her part, the excited woman wrestled to free his cock. Finally she got the thin strip of fabric down and had his cock out. Jaybo helped her along, using a hand to shove the speed-o farther down. Then he got the swim wear around his ankles and stepped out of it. 

Her hands were filled with his cock and balls. Their radiated heat thrilled her. His cock, not yet fully erect, was a good eight inches. As impressive as the rest of his physique. And like the rest of his body, shaved of any and all hair. Sleek. Streamlined. Powerful. 

"I want this meat."

"Not yet, baby." The horny eighteen year old easily scooped her up off her feet. Deana was impressed. She wasn't a small woman at 5'6" and almost 130 pounds, but he handled her like a doll. "Where's your bed?"

"No. The couch in the den. It's closer."

JayBo carried his seemingly weightless burden out of the kitchen. In the den, he laid her on her back. He gripped her swimsuit. Pulled it the rest of the way off, down her long shapely long legs. He feasted on the sight before him. Deana was lightly tanned all over, with no hint of paler flesh. She had a sprinkle of freckles over her chest and shoulders. Even in this position, she showed firm breasts with no flattening. Her belly button was deeply indented. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a narrow strip that naturally drew a man's eyes to her swollen labia.

"Damn! Dustin's old man must have been crazy to divorce you."

"Maybe I kicked him out for being a lousy screw. Ya think?" she asked with a laugh.

"Enough bullshit," the teen growled. His thrust her legs apart with his strong hands. Dipped his face into her open pussy. Licked there. Used his fingers to open her and find her hooded clitoris, concentrated his tongue there. Licked and sucked while his finger probed her twat. He kept his other hand free to work her boobs.

"Um, yes, baby. That's right. So fucking good, JayBo," babbled Deana. Then she said clearly, "But I want a little snack, too."

JayBo took the hint. He pulled his mouth away from her snatch, got off his knees, and lifted a leg over her head. His cock pointed directly at her face. Deana had to shift under him but quickly got his cock close enough to kiss. He went back to his own oral efforts as Deana sucked on his rod. He felt her tongue caress his cock as her lips massaged it and she worked it slowly down her gullet, taking him deeper without any apparent effort, all the way down till his abdomen pressed against her boobs..




Summer Heat



Slowly, wondering if she could take it, JayBo began to fuck her mouth. When she didn't protest, he lengthened his thrusts. Picked up his pace. Gave her face a long hard fuck she'd never forget while he ate her clam. 

Deana trembled as she fought to take him. Then she trembled as she felt her orgasm build. She grabbed his hips, tried to hold him still. JayBo was insensate in his pumping. Slowly he realized what she wanted and stopped. Deanna worked her bruised lips up and down while clasping JayBo's head between her thighs. He became aware of a persistent moaning as he licked and sucked. He redoubled his efforts. Her noises got louder. Her hips bucked beneath him. She released his hips. Pressed his head deeper to her cunt. Rotated her hips. Jerked them as spastic contractions rippled through her lower belly and her cunt. Flooded his mouth as she came.

Deana's thighs slid open. She turned her head to one side, letting his hard cock escape. Pressed upward on his thighs so she could fight air into her depleted lungs. 

Sensing her struggle, JayBo got off her. He sat beside Deana and brushed her hair from her eyes. They were slow to focus on his smiling face. She lifted her hands, touched his cheek smeared with her juices. Pulled his down for a lip smacking kiss.

*****

"Darling, my bathroom is down that hall, to the left. There are condoms in the medicine cabinet."

"I don't wrap this sausage."

Deana shook her head. "There's no way I'm going to catch anything. Until you get tested for STDs, you wear a rubber when you fuck me."

JayBo wanted to argue; he didn't though. If she wanted him to wear a rubber, so be it. He got up and left the den. Deana enjoyed the sight as he walked away. And the sight of him returning was even more stimulating as his cock proceeded him by almost a foot. Fucking athletes had it's pleasures, she decided as she sat up.

"Let me do that," she told him as he tore open the foil packet and extracted the sheath. Deana took the condom, put it in her mouth, and bulged it out with the tip of her tongue. She sucked in quickly, turning the bulge into an indentation. JayBo stepped forward. Deana pulled his hips closer and fit just the head of his massive cock between her lips. They worked deftly, unrolling an inch of latex around the head. She took him a little deeper. Each time she took in more of his cock, she covered it with the rubber. When it was fully unrolled, she let him free of her mouth. Even though the rubber was a large, it left several inches of his thick shaft uncovered.

She lay back down, one foot on the floor, one on top of the back of the sofa. Spread for her latest lover. Ready. 

The teen moved into position. He guided his cock with his hand as it tickled between her cunt lips. Deana lifted her hips so that it edged inside her. She spread her lips with her fingers as he went deeper. Stretched her. Filled her cunt with his length and circumference till he bottomed out. Deana sighed. Although not a size queen, she was a glutton for cock. Would rather have too much than not enough. 

She smiled up at him. Closed her eyes in ecstasy as he started a slow fuck. Like a locomotive starting out from the train station. Slowly. Showing almost no effort as he probed deeply ln her womb. Picked up the pace almost imperceptibly until JayBo was slamming against her thighs. Fucking her hard. Shaking her body with his thrusts. Drove in her with relentless purpose. Grunting like an animal as he tried to split her in twain. 

Her body shook with each thrust. Deana rubbed her clit furiously as her other hand pulled on her tit. That wasn't enough, so she lifted her shoulders up off the couch and pulled JayBo's face down to her tit. He caught a nipple between his teeth and bit. Deana wailed in painful pleasure. Her nails clawed at his broad back. Drew blood. Let him explain those scratches, her mind shouted as he moved his face away from her tit and sucked at her knocker, leaving a reddening hickey. The fact that she didn't mind his marking her drove him harder in to her cunt.

"You like that, don't you, bitch!"

"I love it," panted Deana. "I love hard cocks pounding my wet cunt!"

"I fucking tol' ya. I told you I ain't ever wrong 'bout a woman. I ain't never wrong 'bout a fuckin' cunt. I'm right, ain't I?"

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit, yeah, you're right about this fucking cunt. C'mon, you horny bastard. Pound my pussy! Make me cum. Aw, fuck yeah. Gimme another fuckin' cum. I'm so fuckin' close to another fuckin' cum. Shit, I wanna die with your goddamn cock ripping my cunt to fuckin' pieces!"

The horny teacher worked the muscles of her cunt around his cock. Her first orgasm had only whetted her appetite for another and she was so close! 

Suddenly, her body felt its second orgasm as his rod prodded her. Cuming made her desperate for him to finish, too. She strained to get a hand down his back to her ass. She felt for his asshole. Found it and shoved a finger in to the second knuckle.

"Ah fuck you bitch!" wailed the swimmer as he came. Although his hips kept pumping, JayBo's upper body went rigid as he filled the condom with his seed. Then he collapsed like a pole axed ox.

Deana kissed his ear and whispered fevered endearments. She held on to him when his senses returned and he tried to pull away. The satiated woman wanted to keep his weight on her, keep his hardness inside. Of course, his cock couldn't remain. As she felt it shrink, her cunt contracted to remain in contact with his man-meat. 

Finally, though, she had to release him.

JayBo got off her and suddenly found himself on the floor, landing with a thump. He'd forgotten they were on a narrow couch rather than a spacious bed. Sitting there, he found himself looking directly into Deana's smiling eyes. She kissed him. She trailed her hand over his sweaty chest. Fluttered down his ripped abs until she reached his groin. Deana carefully slipped off the rubber. She lifted the sheath to her mouth. Tilted it, drained it. Bent over him and kissed his collapsed cock.

"I'm going to shower," she told her young lover as she got to her feet. She wasn't quite steady. She stood over him like the colossus at Rhodes, astride his body like the statue across the harbor entrance. He ran his hand up her smooth calf while she added, "We don't have any more time. You can cool off in the pool."

"OK." 

Deana was glad to see that he was even shakier than she was. Yet why not? He had done most of the work. She'd have to make that up to him. She had a sudden idea.

"When my son and your cousin get back," she said, "I'm going to drop some hints. Maybe Tyler can reciprocate for this afternoon by inviting Dustin for a sleepover. If I can dump the boy, you can come see me tonight."

"You think I'll come back for seconds?" JayBo asked with a wise ass smirk.

"I know you will." she bent over to pick up her discarded bathing suit. "You know you will, too. It'll be nice practice for when school starts and I have you as a student."

JayBo reached out and cupped her dangling tit. When she straightened up, he kept his hand there. He kissed her mouth. Their lips lingered. Then she playfully pushed him away. She headed for her shower. Her newest lover found his speed-o and sprinted out to the pool. He threw himself in to the inviting water. Already he was looking forward to the new school year.



Summer Heat



Eric's family, the Millers, had owned the cottage across from my grandparent's since I could remember. His family spent a majority of their summer out at the lake. We had become friends instantly and spent our time on the beach or off on adventures, typical kid stuff. When we met, he was a gangly kid with mousey brown hair and sharp blue eyes. I was a tomboy, freckle faced, with auburn curls and greenish brown eyes. We had changed so much over the years; this summer was going to be no exception.

When I pulled into my grandparent's driveway, the day after my high school graduation, the first thing I noticed was Eric out in front of the Miller's cottage mowing the grass. He waved and my stomach fluttered. The second thing I noticed was the For Sale sign and my heart sank.

The mower ceased as my sister Lila and I stepped out of my SUV and a familiar voice called out "Hey Grub!" His adoring nickname for me. "I hear you actually graduated. Congratulations!" Eric ran up and wrapped me in a hug from behind and the smell of fresh cut grass and salty sweat filled my nose causing my head to spin. I felt a wave of heat pulse between my legs. He greeted my sister and I heard them exchange a high five. 

"I did!" I exclaimed, still dizzy. "Is med school going to cost too much, Lena and Ed have to sell?" I composed myself before I turned around to face him. I caught the sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, looks like this is our last summer to cause some mischief around Akita Beach. My mom thinks her next adventure is waiting for her in Florida, closer to her family."

I held him at an arm's length and looked into his eyes. I smiled as genuinely as I could. "We'll just have to get everything accomplished in these 4 weeks we said we would do when we were 6." 

He laughed heartily, "So we're going to build a fort, finally camp in the woods, AND get married?" I couldn't believe he remembered the deal we had made. I felt my cheeks grow hot and I played it off, "Yeah hubby, grab my bags." 

As he lifted my suitcase, I couldn't help but notice his rippling biceps. The humidity left small drops of sweat on his evenly tanned skin and they glistened in the morning sun. I desperately wanted to smell his natural musk again. 

He had changed so much over the past year. He was taller, he had cut his hair so his brown locks curled slightly around his handsome face, and his muscles had filled out quite nicely. He wasn't the only one who had changed. I had grown out my hair so the curls bounced around my chest, I got my braces off and now sported a size C chest that I was extremely proud of. My body had formed into that of a woman and had given me all the urges, too.

I had always denied my feelings about Eric to myself and others. I would lie and say I regarded him as a brother until last summer at the Beach Slam party that closed out the season. He had grabbed my hand during the fireworks show and held it until it was over, signifying the end of our summer. He had then leaned in, with his hot breath on my neck, and whispered "I wish this could last forever." I had wanted to kiss him but instead gave him a simple hug and promised to text him as often as possible. 

I smiled at the memory as I followed him up the walk.

"When you get settled, meet me at the spot." he called out as I laid my suitcase on my bed. "K!" I replied just as Lila strode in saying she was heading to the neighbour girls to go tubing. Excellent. I'd be alone to prepare for what I was going to say to Eric about what happened last year. What better place to tell him how I feel then at The Spot. OUR spot. 

I tied up my purple bikini and slipped into the white cotton sun dress Eric had picked out in one of the boardwalk shops last year. It showed just enough cleavage and my nipples were straining against the fabric. I pinned back the long auburn tresses of my hair. I gave myself a once over and when I was confident with how I looked, I dabbed a bit of perfume just above my breasts.

I scrawled a note for Nana that we'd headed out and would be back for dinner. 

I started out toward the special spot we had discovered when we were six. My breath was uneven and my heart was pounding in anticipation as I stepped off the path. I hiked up toward the huge rock that overlooked a small inlet on the lake. This was the spot where Eric and I had pledged to be together after we turned 18.

He was already sitting on a blanket with a line in the water when I arrived. I had to tell him. I needed to. 

He patted beside him, gesturing for me to sit down. I laid back and kicked off my flip flops trying to organize my thoughts. I watched as his eyes traced from the small tattoo on my ankle, up my leg and paused right before my sweet spot. His eyes widened and he gulped hard before he spoke. "I've missed you. And I.." I cut him off "I meant to tell you how I felt about.. What happened at Beach Slam. I wrote and deleted at least a dozen texts about it and I didn't know how to tell you. I love you, Er-" His moist lips cut me off mid-sentence. His tongue infiltrated my mouth and traveled along my own causing a shiver to run from my womanhood all the way up my spine. 

He grabbed my face with both hands and sighed. His breath smelled sweet and he smiled. "I've been waiting to hear those words for a long time. I thought since you didn't respond to my move last year that you weren't interested. I'm so relieved." I kissed him again and decided to finish my sentence. "I love you, and I always have. I want you, all of you. Now." 

I had gone over this scenario a hundred times and now, finally, it was happening. 

He pulled his shirt over his head and his hand immediately graced the small of my back. I traced my fingers along his perfectly sculpted body. His mouth worked its way down my neck and lingered on my chest. He quickly pulled the string of my bikini top and pulled it out of my dress. My nipples responded by pressing rigidly against the cotton top. 

Heat flushed through my entire body. He yanked my dress down and wrapped his cherry lips around the perky nub of my nipple and I released a soft moan. He kept his eyes closed but he sighed "Are you sure this is what you want?" I grabbed his shorts and undid his fly and he got his answer. My hands grazed his bulge as I guided his shorts down to his ankles. He kicked them off and laid me back, his hands finding their way onto my bottoms. I raised my hips to give him the room he needed to slide them right off. 

His breath was at a quickened pace and he had a wild look in his eye. He grabbed the soft cotton of my dress and ripped it right off of me! He discarded the fabric and grabbed my hips. He kissed right above my mound and his thumb found its way onto my sensitive button. He looked up for reassurance. I nodded and laid back, closing my eyes. He moved it in a circular motion while my hips rocked up toward his mouth. He took the soft lips of my slit in his mouth and slid his tongue through my wetness. I shuddered as a whimper escaped my lips. My first orgasm rippled through me and he was relentless. He slammed his eager tongue into the depths of my folds and started circling my swollen clit even faster. He did this over and over again while my body twitched and reacted with every stroke. My juice poured down his chin.

I sat up and grabbed his boxers. I wrenched them down allowing his beautifully hard rod to spring free of its fabric prison. I had never seen a cock in real life; only in the porn videos I watched when I was curious. Eric's was in the running for biggest and best. I wrapped my hand around its girth and froze. Eric lifted my chin and smiled as my eyes met his. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Ah, always the gentleman. I whispered, "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I have no idea what I am doing..." He chuckled lovingly, "Well, Grub..You're doing a mighty fine job." 

With that, I laid beside him and gently took his tip into my mouth. A soft hiss of encouragement escaped his lips. I ran my tongue over the soft tissue of the head and traced through the sensitive hole. His thighs twitched as I explored him with my tongue. I ran my lips down his shaft and soon my chin was resting on his soft sack. His fingers made their way to my nipples as I started bobbing at a quickening pace, making sure to keep my tongue moving all over his hardness. My cunt tightened with every suck. I continued bobbing and it wasn't long before I felt his pouch tense up. "Oh Kendra, I'm gonna...Aahhhh!" He shot a stream of warm cum down my throat. I enjoyed the sweet tang and was delighted by my accomplishment. When I had licked up the remainder of his load, I sat up and smiled.

"That..was..amazing." Eric's breath was ragged. He kissed me hard as his tongue met mine. He must have tasted his spunk because he smacked his lips and said "I came so hard that I didn't even have time to warn you." I grinned playfully and said, "That's ok, I like the taste." His cocked twitched, rejuvenated at my words.

He got that wild look in his eye again and leaped onto me, knocking me backwards. He kissed me fiercely and immediately made his way to my nipples. I pulled his face up towards mine. "I need to feel you inside me."

Eric spread my legs and rested his rock hard member against my eager slit. He rubbed it up and down the wetness before he coaxed it open and slid half way in. He held my body next to his and my nipples hardened against his warm skin. "You ready?" he asked, his blue eyes piercing mine. "Please.." I begged, I couldn't wait any longer. 

He plunged all the way in. I inhaled sharply as I felt the sting of his cock tearing my virginity. My cunt adjusted to his size and the pain soon turned into sheer pleasure as he started pumping at a steady pace. He changed the angle of his cock as it entered me and it sent me into a frenzy of orgasms, rocking my body. I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts, I started coming and felt a release that I had never felt before. When he felt the warmth of my nectar spilling out from pleasure, he let out a gasp that let me know he was close. He leaned in to kiss me and gently bit my lip. I raked my hands down his back from his shoulders to his perfectly sculpted ass. As I did that, he clenched and shot off deep inside my wanting pussy. 

With sweat beading on our bodies, he collapsed on top of me, completely spent. 

Our breath began to even out. Eric's mighty cock softened but he remained inside me. 

We were one. I was exactly where I needed to be.

I blinked away a happy tear as he gently caressed my face. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I wish this could last forever."



Summer Heat



After I graduated High School in the spring of 1989 I didn't have much to do until college started in the fall. I had all summer to lounge around. I never dreamed that it was going to turn out to be the hottest summer of my life!

It all started when my mom left for six weeks to some kind of training for her work. She was in New York, and my dad was working all the time like usual. That left me on my own to enjoy being 18 and free from school. Well, I was at least free for the summer and I had hopes it would be the best summer ever.

The biggest part of my plan was to work on my tan, and lounge around next door. You see my dad's brother; Uncle John lived next door to us. He was a lifelong bachelor who had lots of money, and a nice big swimming pool. I'd always liked John; he was more fun than my dad. Because Dad was the serious one, and John was all about having a good time.

No one ever mentioned where John got his money from. He sort of came and went with no real regular work hours. A few years later he went to prison for selling drugs. He didn't use them, just sold them...anyway that's another story I'm not going to get into right now.

John was gone a lot that first week of my summer, but sometimes he'd show up in the afternoon when I was in his pool. He'd told me to use it anytime I wanted and I used it every day, unless it rained.

One afternoon he came running out of the back sliding door in his suit. I was in the deep end cooling off and here he came yelling, "Can Opener!" and landed right next to me with a huge splash that almost drowned me!

For a man of thirty eight he acted like a kid most of the times, and had a nice body for being old. He spent a lot of the time lifting weights in his basement. Uncle John even had this huge work out room with all kinds of machines, and a hot tub. Like I said he had money to burn, even though I didn't know where it was coming from at that time.

"Sorry, did I get you wet?" He asked me, and was laughing when he surfaced.

I was drenched, my once dry hair hanging down like a drowned rat.

"What do you think?" I yelled at him and splashed him even though he was already wet.

"You'll get over it girl!" He laughed, and swam a few laps from end to end as easy as a fish would have.

I got out of the pool and sat on the edge watching him.

After a few laps Uncle John swam up to me, and his eyes were roving back and forth from my boobs to my crotch.

"I keep thinking one of these days when I get home you'll have some boy in here," John remarked looking around like one was hiding in the pool shed, "Surely you have a boyfriend?"

"Not at the moment," I told him, "We sort of broke up right before I graduated."

"How come?" John asked, and pulled himself up out of the water to sit on the edge in the sun with me.

"I guess I lost interest in him," I told him watching the water as I paddled my feet back and forth in it, "Besides we are going to different colleges this fall."

"Yeah, I can see where that might be a problem," John laughed, "A hot girl like you will be tempted by those college studs sooner or later."

One thing about John was that he always said what he felt. It didn't matter if it was appropriate or not. He just let fly with his mouth even if it embarrassed everyone around. But that was Uncle John, and I had grown up around him. I'd gotten used to it, but he'd never actually put me in his crazy conversations before that day.

I laughed at him, "I'm not that hot, I'm sure there are a lot of better looking girls than me."

"Are you kidding!" John exclaimed, "One look at you and the guys will be lining up to get in your panties!"

"Jeeze John," I told him, "That's too much information...besides like I said, I'm just average."

John got up, "Stand up and let me be the judge of that."

"For real?" I started laughing.

"Come on it's not going to hurt," He said, "I'll give you a single guys appraisal, I know my women!"

I got up laughing and feeling like a steak on display as I stood there and he walked around behind me.

"Okay, let's see...I'd say your about 5' 5"."

"Five foot six." I told him.

John kept circling me slowly as I kept laughing, "One hundred pounds give or take five."

"110, you haven't got one right yet!"

"Mmmmm, nice boobs...I'm guessing 34B or C"

"JOHN!"

"Am I right or wrong?"

"34C," I told him, "That's the first thing you've gotten right."

"I know my boobs." John said seriously, and I felt a flush on my face as he stared at them, "I can't decide if you have big dark nipples or perky pink ones."

"That's getting too personal!" I told him, "I'm not telling you that!"

John laughed out loud, "Guys at college are going to ask you worse things than that!"

He circled behind me, "Nice little round butt, sexy legs, and guys go crazy for blondes."

I picked up my towel, "Are you done inspecting me yet?" I told him, wanting to change the conversation from where it was headed.

"One last question," He said, looking at me and rubbing his chin with one hand like he was deciding, as his eyes roved over me.

"You have a tiny waist, flat tummy, and narrow hips. I bet you have a nice tight pussy between your legs, do you shave it or let it grow?"

"OH MY GOD!" I yelled, and tried to hit him with the wet towel, but he was too quick and dove in the pool laughing all the way.

He came up spitting water out of his mouth he was laughing so hard.

"I'm not telling you that!" I yelled at him, and looked for something to throw.

"You don't have to," He yelled back, "Pull those bottoms down and I'll look for myself!"

I found an empty coke can and threw it at his head, "You'll never know!"

He ducked under the water before it hit him. He came back up, "Sorry Mia, I was just messing with you!"

I had to forgive him because it was just like John to say something totally inappropriate, "Don't talk like that anymore JOHN!"

"Okay, I promise." John replied, and then crawled up out of the pool dripping wet, "I need to get changed for an appointment."

"Where are you going?" I asked, as he toweled off.

"Just some business to take care of." He said smiling at me, "I won't be back until late, will you lock the doors when you leave?"

"Sure."

John came over and gave me a hug, "Sorry, I'll try to mind my manners better next time."

"You better!" I threatened him with the towel.

"Okay Okay! He said, waving his hands in front of him like he was afraid.

I watched him go and got on the chase to dry out in the bright sun.

I thought about what had happened and it was weird. 

It had left me feeling good that he thought I was hot and uncomfortable at the same time because he was old and my uncle. I'd never dated anyone more than a year older than me and at that time I thought men as old as my uncle probably couldn't even get it up.

At eighteen I still had a lot to learn about men. I blew off what he'd told me as just my crazy old uncle talking smack. I didn't even realize that he'd been hitting on me. The idea that my uncle wanted to have sex with me seemed so crazy that it never even crossed my mind right then.

That all changed the next Friday.

When I went home around five, dad had a pizza on the table and was working on his lap-top, "Hi, how's my brother doing?"

"Okay," I replied and grabbed a slice.

"You see him much?" Dad asked me.

"He's gone a lot doing business, but he swims once in a while."

Dad frowned at the word business, and later I'd find out why when John got sent to prison.

"You still working?" I asked.

"Yep, big project going on," Dad told me, "Sorry but I'm going to be really busy for the next couple of weeks."

"Okay, maybe you can take a break and go swimming with me sometime." I asked.

Dad stopped and looked over at me, "That would be nice I'll see if I can work it in."

I kissed him on the forehead and went to watch T.V. Letting daddy get his work done. It was kind of lonely without mom around so I called her and talked for a while. When I went to bed that night I started thinking about sex. It had been a couple of months since I'd had any.

I made up my mind that I needed to start going out and look for a new boyfriend after I finished masturbating because I was so damn horny all the time.

I saw John a couple of times that week and he didn't say anything weird to me. It seemed all forgotten until that Friday afternoon when everything went kind of crazy.

Uncle John got home around two in the afternoon and came out to the pool with a cooler full of beer. It was almost a hundred degrees that afternoon and I'd spent a lot of time all day, in and out of the water.

"Hot day!" Uncle John said and sat down on the chase next to me, "You want a cold beer?"

I wasn't that much of a drinker but anything cold sounded good, "Sure!"

John opened up a couple of beer cans, and handed me one. I took a drink and it was ice cold but beer tasted nasty to me. I didn't let him know that and after I'd finished the first one, the second one tasted a lot better.

I didn't even realize it at the time that my Uncle was trying to get me drunk. Before I knew it the world was a happy place and John was a blast to be around.

We took turns dunking each other in the pool and there was a lot of body contact going on. It didn't seem to bother me much and a couple of times his hands, "accidently grabbed my boobs" as I struggled to get away from him dunking me. One time he had booth of my boobs and was pulling me back against him as I tried to get free. I felt a big bulge underwater rubbing my butt crack before I slipped free.

I was laughing too hard to worry about it at the time. After an hour of grab ass, John suggested we go inside and get something to eat. I thought that was a good idea so we got dried off and went in the house. I had no clue he had plans of his own for me. 

We sat at the bar eating some sandwiches we'd made, and John kept starring at my boobs. My suit was still damp and the air-conditioning had made my nipples hard. I have those kinds of nipples that really get large and hard when I'm turned on or cold and I guess he couldn't help it.

"What are you starring at?" I asked him.

"Just admiring those perfect looking nipples of yours." John grinned at me and popped a chip in his mouth, "Why don't you show them to me?"

"NO!" I said laughing, "You'd like that too much!"

"That's for sure!" he admitted, "Do you like it when a guy sucks on them?"

"JOHN!" I warned, "Don't go there UNCLE JOHN!"

John dropped the subject and got a bottle down from the cupboard and two shot glassed, "Okay well at least we can do a shot together."

He poured some red fluid from the bottle, filling the two glasses up, "What's that?" I asked.

"Hot Damn!" He said and gave me a glass.

He clicked his glass on mine, "Bottoms up!" and downed it.

I tried to act all grown up like I done it before and did the same. 

It left me coughing as that stuff burned its way down to my tummy. John was laughing at me and asked me if I wanted another.

Not wanting to be a light weight I said, "Sure...that's good!"

We drank another shot and my head was swimming a bit as he left the bottle on the counter, "You want to swim some more?"

I stood up and had to hold on to the counter, "Whoa, I think I better lie down!" I laughed, because everything seemed funny all of a sudden.

John came over and scooped me up in his arms, "What are you doing?" I asked, but put one arm around his neck as he held me in both arms and started taking me down the hall.

"You said you wanted to lie down, so I'm taking you to bed."

I giggled, "You got me drunk on purpose didn't you?"

John carried me through his bedroom doorway, "I have to admit I did." He laughed, and tossed me in the middle of his bed on my back.

"Why did you do it?" I laughed as he got next to me on the bed.

"Because I want you so bad it hurts!" He told me and rolled up next to me on his side and grabbed my left boob and started massaging it.

"But I'm your niece...we aren't supposed to do stuff like this."

"Shhhhh," John whispered, and bent over and kissed my lips.

I felt him tugging on the string between my boobs. Pulling my top loose and pulling the cups of my bikini top free. His thumb and forefinger pinching my hard nipple gently as his tongue slipped into my mouth.

I tingled all over and was suddenly horny as hell! He kept kissing me and fondling my boob and I was getting really hot down below.

"Do you like to have your nipples sucked?" He asked me, as I felt my blood pressure going up.

"Yes...but we shouldn't...mmmmm!"

I felt his lips brush my nipple, and then the tip of his warm wet tongue lick it a few times before he squeezed my whole boob and sucked it really hard.

"OOooohhhh!" came whooshing out of my mouth next as his tongue teased the tip of my nipple.

I moaned again when he sucked the other one and his hand started to rub my pussy through my bikini bottoms. I knew it was wrong but I didn't want to stop. John was turning me on so much I just moaned and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

I felt him tugging at the ties on my hips. I let him untie the sides of my bikini and flip the front down so he could feel my bare pussy. My legs spread apart with a mind of their own; his finger sliding down between my wet pussy lips like it was oiled with butter.

He kissed me again and the tip of his finger teased the opening to my leaking vagina. I let out a moan in his mouth and my back arched up.

"You like that?" He whispered, "Oh yeah...don't stop!" I told him.

John rubbed my pussy and clit better than I'd ever done myself. God he was good at it, and he got me off in just a few minutes!

I came hard and kissed him as my body shook from my orgasm.

I was catching my breath as he kept rubbing me slowly, "My turn, come and suck my dick." John told me, and pulled his suit down his legs and then laid back on his back waiting for me.

I ran my face down his tummy and found out that a thirty eight year old man can not only get it up, but can have one of the biggest penises I've ever seen!

The knob was huge and waiting for me, laying on his stomach way above his belly button. I grabbed the warm shaft and it felt thick and huge as I licked the fluid leaking from the end.

"Oh Yeah...suck it Mia!"

His hand pushed my head down as I took the knob in my mouth, "Fuck yes!" John groaned and tried to shove it all the way down my throat! I held it back so only the knob would go in my mouth.

Then I jacked that huge thick shaft up and down and gave my dear Uncle some head. John moaned and tried to push my head down further but I wouldn't let him. All I could do was suck his big knob, and swirl my tongue around it. He put both hands on my head and started to buck his hips.

He fucked my mouth like that for a few minutes. Groaning loudly, and then the shaft started to pulse in my hand and cum shot out in several hard streams into the back of my throat!

Cum leaked out around my lips and dripped on his belly. I swallowed several times as he moaned and pumped it back and forth in my mouth quickly. I kept my lips around the big knob until it stopped spurting. His cum was hot and thick in my mouth and didn't want to be swallowed but I did get some of it to slide down my throat.

I let go and my mouth was tired from being open for so long as he flipped me on my back.

I wiped up the cum from my chin and licked my fingers clean as he spread my legs wide and went down on me.

I looked down between my legs as John made a meal out of me. He licked and sucked every inch of my twat, tonguing my clit and the opening to my vagina. Sucking loudly on my wet slit and clit like it was his last meal.

He was turning me on so much I had to grip his hair with both hands as my hips began to buck up and down. He made me cum twice, the second time I was yelling and squeezing his head between my thighs. My legs wrapped tightly around his head while I jerked and jumped from him sucking hard on my clit.

When it was over I laid there out of breath as John got up from the bed and got something out of a dresser drawer. He came back over as I put the pillow back under my head to prop myself up. He pulled my legs back wide apart and looked down at my pussy.

"I can't wait to feel your little pussy wrapped around my dick!" John told me with a smile as he squirted some kind of clear lube all over his big hard cock.

I was scared but didn't say anything as he squirted some lube in my slit and then rubbed it inside the opening to my vagina, "I bet you're tight as hell," he said, "I like how you keep it so well trimmed."

John wrapped his hand around his shaft and pointed the big knob sticking out from his fist down between my legs. I felt it start to push against me, and when it popped in I let out a gasp.

"Fuck that's tight!" John told me, and just left it there inside me as his thumb rubbed my clit.

That made me forget about how stretched I felt with his fat knob just in me. But it went away when he leaned forward with his palms down on the mattress under my armpits and started to push it deeper.

I yelled out loud, so he pulled back some and sat up to squirt more lube all over it again. Then he leaned forward again and that time it didn't hurt as much and slid in further.

I groaned and felt that big knob moving up in my tight vagina. God it felt so good and painful at the same time!

Uncle John was grinning down at me as his cock went deeper and deeper.

John took his time fucking me, slow at first back as it slid in and out, but going a little deeper each time as my pussy stretched and finally let him all the way in.

Before that first time with my Uncle John, I thought I understood what getting fucked meant. I'd had sex with boys my own age before and they'd done it to me sort of sweet and timidly. I really thought that was all there was too it. The boy humping me nice and soft until he came. Making me cum before he was done if I was lucky.

Uncle John showed me that a full grown man with experience has a totally different idea about how to fuck.

It took a while but once John could put his entire dick in me, he became an animal!

Fucking me in spurts hard and fast, and then resting a while before doing it again. He made me cum so many times that I lost count. It was more like one continuous orgasm that left my pussy pulsing and dripping down my crack!

I came one time, and he pulled out and had me suck his cock for a while. Then he made me get doggy style and rammed it in and out some more. He would slap my butt cheeks hard, yank me all the way back on his cock and grind his balls against my mound enjoying all of his cock buried in my body.

It seemed like it took forever for him to cum, but I suppose it was only fifteen minutes. He put my legs over his shoulders at the end and rolled forward until he could slam his cock straight down into me. I was so wet that you could hear his body slapping into me.

"OH FUCK!" John finally yelled with his cock buried deep in my twat, "AH AHHHH OOOOO UUUUunnnnnhhhhhh!"

I felt his dick throb and start jerking fast. All the way up inside of my pussy I felt his cock spurting and a warm tingling sensation on my cervix as he came in me. I let out one loud long moan as his cock spurted at least a half dozen times before it began to shrink in me.

Then John's cell phone started to ring and he reluctantly pulled out and went to answer it.

"Yeah, okay, give me thirty minutes." I heard him say, and then he came back over to me.

"Sorry, I have to go take care of something."

"Can't you stay?" I asked, "I want you to hold me close!"

"God I'd love to, but this is important. I will next time I promise!"

John kissed me, "You're amazing!" he said, and yanked on his shorts and a T-Shirt and hurried out of the room carrying his phone.




Summer Heat



I laid there for a while until I got uncomfortable from the wet spot under me. When I sat up my head was a lot clearer I guess the alcohol had gotten burned away by the hard sex we'd just had.

I needed a shower badly and headed for John's bathroom thinking, "God nobody had ever fucked me like that before!"

My pussy lips were still swollen and it felt like I had a slippery hot dog bun between my legs when I walked. I was leaking cum and juice, the inside of both thighs were slippery wet as I turned on the shower. It took fifteen minutes before my blood pressure got back to normal.

When I'd managed to get back home later, Dad left a message on the phone that he was working late. I was glad because I didn't want him to know I'd been drinking...among other things. I wasn't sure I could face him and it really gave me a chance to realize what I'd done as my head cleared.

I had to take some aspirin before bed because my head hurt. That wasn't the only thing, my vagina was sore and ached. I even looked at it with a mirror to make sure it was okay. I was relieved it looked okay even though it was sore from John's huge cock pounding it like he had.

I found myself realizing that even though Uncle John had been a little rough, I'd liked how he'd been so turned on by me. I hoped that he would do it again as soon as my pussy quit hurting inside.

When I went swimming the next day I opened the back door to John's house with the code he'd given me. I looked around and it didn't look like he was home. I was about to walk out the door when I saw a note on the counter.

"Mia, sorry I had to come home for something and take off again. I won't be back for a couple of days. Look forward to seeing you then!

Love, John"

I was a little depressed that John was going to be gone, but I hoped we'd have a great time when he got back! So, with nothing else to do I went swimming and tanning the rest of the afternoon.

The next two days were really boring! 

Dad was always at work or working on his computer until late at night. I really was getting lonely and bored. The days were hot and sunny but my attitude was a bit gloomy. I thought about going out and looking for a boyfriend to keep me company, but after having made love to John I didn't think some boy my age was going to fill the need that was getting stronger every day.

I guess John had ruined me as far as sex went. I'd liked how big and hard his penis had felt in me...and especially the way he'd used it in me. I was constantly listening as each car went by hoping he was back home.

By the time Uncle John had been gone for three days, I felt like I was slowly losing my mind. Being young and horny all the time is not all that much fun if you're alone for days on end! I was feeling sorry for myself and hoping John would come home. I couldn't understand what kind of business would keep him away for a week!

Dad was working on his lap-top when I went to bed that night. I tossed and turned and kept waking up for some reason. I felt so restless and lonely. I got up finally around one in the morning and headed down to the kitchen for something to drink. 

I just had on this big flannel shirt that used to be dads.

It was comfy and warm and smelled like dad. On my way back to my room I passed the basement stairs and saw lights flickering down there like the TV was still on. I went down the stairs and turned the corner to see my dad sitting on the sofa in a T-shirt and his boxers. He had a blanket loosely wrapped around his shoulders.

The unusual thing was the half empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table in front of him and a glass!

"Daddy?" I said, walking over, "Are you okay?"

He looked startled and then said, "Hi babe, did I wake you? I can turn it down."

"No, I couldn't sleep either," I replied and went over and sat down next to him, "You don't drink," I told him pointing at the bottle.

Dad laughed, "I felt like getting drunk." He stated with blood shot eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, let's see," He said, "This project is killing me, your mom's been gone forever, and life sort of sucks right now."

"I'm sorry," I told him, and snuggled up to his side.

Dad flipped the loose blanket over me and held me tight, "Remember when we used to watch TV like this?"

I did remember and it seemed like I was a little girl again, "Yeah, I always liked that."

"You're all grown up now," He said, "A beautiful young woman ready to take on the world and leave old dad behind."

"Oh dad, I'm just going to college 10 miles away from here."

"Just the same, one of these days I'll be walking you down the aisle and then you'll be gone forever...Where did all those years go?"

I could tell dad was drunk, and he feeling really down, "Well, I'm here right now."

He turned and looked at me with those bleary eyes, "I'm glad you are baby, you know I love you to death?"

"I love you too!" And put my cheek on his chest.

I could hear his heart beating and he felt warm, and I felt happy being so close to him again.

We sat there huddled together under the blanket. I had my eyes closed just enjoying that feeling again like when I was a little girl, afraid of a thunderstorm or monsters under my bed. He'd always been there to make me feel better when I needed him.

Daddy was slowly rubbing my back as I snuggled up to him. I could smell his man scent mixed with slight hint of deodorant. It was pleasant, a musky smell that men seem to have naturally. I breathed it in deeply, and let it out slowly and snuggled closer. It felt so good I would have just climbed inside of him if I could.

Dad kissed the top of my head, "Can I tell you a deep dark secret? Something that's been bothering me for a while?" He whispered.

"Sure, tell me whatever you want."

"You promise you won't hate me."

I looked up at him, "I could never hate you dad, I love you!"

"Even if your dad is a dirty old pervert?"

That made me come awake with curiosity, "What do you mean by that?"

"I should just keep quiet." He said, and looked across the room at the TV blankly.

"Tell me daddy, what's got you so upset?"

He turned and looked at me again and let out a deep breath, "Every time I see you in that bikini I get bad thoughts."

I sat there sort of stunned and tried to process what he'd just told me, "You mean...those kinds of thoughts?"

"Yeah, I told you I was a bad man. What kind of dad thinks dirty thoughts about his daughter?"

The conversation had really turned into something I never would have dreamed I'd be having with my daddy!

I remembered the booze and mom being gone for so long, "You're still a man even though you're my dad," I told him carefully, "You've just been working too much and miss mom."

"That's for sure Mia," Dad replied, "Have you ever been so horny you couldn't sleep?"

I knew my dad was drunker than he appeared to be when those words came out of his lips!

I couldn't believe what he'd said, it was like ESP because I'd been feeling that way for three days, and "Sure, everybody feels like that once in a while."

Dad put a finger under my chin and lifted my face up to his, "God you're so beautiful!" he told me and his lips found mine and he kissed me. I was so stunned that I froze and just let him kiss me!

It was gentle and needy, and I sort of forgot who it was kissing me for a second or two. His hand suddenly was around my boob squeezing it through my nightshirt.

I grabbed his hand and pulled it from my boob, "Daddy you're drunk!" I said, tearing my lips from his.

"Please baby," Daddy whispered, "I need you so bad right now."

He seemed desperate, looking into my eyes as he pulled my hand under the blanket over to his side, and wrapped my fingers around his warm hard cock sticking out of his boxers, "Just this one time...I need you so bad!"

My resistance melted away as he leaned in and kissed me again. I held his cock that felt huge and hard and started to stroke it up and down slowly. The kissing got more intense and it was really starting to turn me on. I liked how hard and warm his cock felt in my hand.

Dad unbuttoned my shirt from the top down while we kissed. I kept stroking his warm smooth cock until he opened my shirt and bent down to lick my nipple. It felt sooo good as he started to kiss and suck on it. His hand sliding down to my panties and cupping my mound.

He started to rub my pussy through my panties and took turns teasing and sucking my nipples. I started to moan with my eyes closed and felt my crotch getting puffy and damp.

Then Dad slid up and started kissing me passionately again, his fingers squeezing my pussy lips together through my panties and rubbing them from side to side over my clit. I was about to cum and moaned into his mouth. He kept his mouth on mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth.

I grabbed his hand in my crotch with both of mine and mashed it hard against my pussy, rubbing it up and down as my hips started to buck up and down as I came for him.

I had to yell and he let me until my orgasm subsided, "God your lips are even sexy," Dad said hotly, "I want to feel your sexy lips on my cock...will you suck it for me baby?"

He pulled back the blanket and I slid down to his hard cock. It was just as big as Uncle John's and my pussy twitched in my panties as I kissed the big soft knob. I rolled up on my knees bending down and holding his shaft straight up so I could suck it for him.

"OH YEAH!" Dad groaned, and held on to my boob that was hanging down free of my shirt, "Oh that's right...MMmmm Suck daddy's cock just like that!"

Dad held on to my nipple as I bobbed up and down on his big knob. He was groaning and I jacked him up and down at the same time. It didn't take long at all for him to shoot hard spurts of cum up into my mouth.

It was a huge load that seemed to last forever! There wasn't any way I could swallow all of it. It ran down his long shaft getting his entire cock wet and slippery like my hand around it. When it quit leaking fluid I let go of him and sat back down.

I wiped my face with the blanket as he got up and pulled his T-Shirt off, and then his boxers. His cock was still hard and standing out as he pushed me back in the sofa and started yanking my panties down my legs in a frenzy of lust.

"OH FUCK!" Daddy said, roughly pushing my legs apart and looking at my pussy, "I knew you had a beautiful little pussy!" as he got down on his knees on the floor between my legs.

He stuck his mouth on my twat and sucked and tongued me like a madman!

My sweet dear old Dad made me cum several times until my vagina was leaking down my butt crack. I was panting as he got up and held his shaft, rubbing his big knob between my pussy lips. I wanted him right then, I wanted my dad's big hard cock in me!

Every time it slid across my hot clit I flinched because it was so sensitive. He was driving me crazy and just kept doing it.

"Put it in me!" I told him.

"What?" Daddy grinned, and rubbed it across my clit a few times really fast.

"You're cock!" I groaned, "I want it inside me!" I told him.

I found out my dad had a mean sense of humor that night. He slid his cock just inside of my vagina and that was it.

He leaned over and played with both of my boobs while I tried to get more of him in me. He kept pulling away teasing me, and driving me nuts!

"Do something!" I yelled when I couldn't take it anymore.

"I put it in you," He laughed, "Did you want something else?"

"Fuck me," I groaned, and pushed my pussy towards his cock again, "I want you to FUCK ME!"

Dad thrust hard, his entire long fat cock slid up inside of my pussy, "OOOHhhh FUCK!" I groaned out loud. It had hurt a little but not as much as the first time with John.

Dad held my hips and started to pump me with all of his nice stiff cock. I loved how it felt sliding up in my pussy!

I was yelling and bucking up and down but he kept it in me. Fucking me hard and fast, and grunting loudly.

"FUCK your pussy is so hot and tight!" Daddy said, looking down between my legs as he pumped his cock in and out of me."

"OH! OH! OH! OH!" I was shouting each time he drove it all the way up in me.

Daddy grabbed both of my boobs like handles and squeezed them hard, thrusting even faster and then he started grunting and grinding his pelvic bone on mine. I came when I felt his cock jerking and spurting cum all the way up inside of me.

"OH FUCK!" Dad groaned, "Fuck that feels GOOD!"

I squeezed his throbbing shaft with my pussy and he groaned louder and I felt two more spurts before he stopped moving and flopped down to kiss me while his cock twitched the last few times.

"Thanks baby!" Daddy said, and kissed me, "I Love you!"

"I love you!" I told him, and felt relieved and satisfied at the same time.

My twat was all warm and squishy inside, and it felt so good!

I needed a shower and by the time I got in my dad's bed he was sound asleep. I crawled up next to him and fell asleep in his arms. I had the best sleep I'd had in days and woke up late the next morning feeling relaxed and in a better mood.

After that night my dad changed into a different person. He was so attentive to me and I loved it! He smiled all the time and gave me hugs and told me how much he loved me. He still worked almost all the time but he'd stop to tell me a joke or ask how my day had been.

Over the next couple of days I was in heaven. Dad would stay up and work late, then slip into my bed and make love to me like a wild man. I felt as close to my dad as a man and woman could be. He would get me so turned on by the way he made love to me. Dad would make me cum several times before he'd fill me full of his warm cum. I loved holding him as his body would shake and shiver while he was having an orgasm and Cumming in me.

Then we'd kiss for several minutes until his cock shrank and slipped of me.

On Friday afternoon I was sitting at the pool when John finally came home. I'd been worried what would happen when he got back. I was pretty sure I was in love with my dad as ridiculous as that sounds. But I still had feelings for John too. It was all very confusing about what I should do when he got back home.

I'd gotten into John's beer earlier and was feeling pretty good sitting on my towel at the shallow end of the pool when he arrived.

The door burst open and John came running out, "Cannon ball!" He yelled, and lucky for me he couldn't jump in the shallow end. He went in the deep end with a big splash and then slowly swam my way.

Uncle John had a huge pool; the deep end sloped up to knee deep water at my end. I watched him walking towards me and felt thrilled he was back. Water dripped off his body, and his suit clung to his crotch around his cock and balls. I could see the outline of his penis almost like it was bare.

"Hey baby!" John grinned, "Did you miss me?"

I jumped down in the knee deep water for a big hug and kiss, "Of course silly!"

"You don't know how much I missed you!" He told me, and started to nuzzle my bare neck with kisses.

"I can tell!" I laughed and tried to push him away.

"You can't get away that easy girl," He told me as I spun around and tried to climb up on the edge of the pool.

John grabbed my hips and pulled me back into the knee deep water. I was leaning over the towel draped on the edge as he ground his bulge between my butt cheeks. His hands went up under my arms and held both of my boobs.

He started squeezing them and kissing the side of my neck, "MMmmm you taste good baby!"

I could feel his cock getting hard as he pushed it between my cheeks, "Johnny's got a big surprise for you." He told me and stuck his tongue in my ear.

"Ewwww!" I laughed, "Not here you don't!"

John's privacy fence was one of those that every other board was on the front or the back. People could still see through it at an angle even though the houses were pretty far away from each other.

He pushed me up against the side of the pool, and then yanked the ties free on my bikini bottoms!

"Not here John, let's go inside!"

"I can't wait that long!" John said yanking the bottoms free, "I want your hot little pussy right now!"

I felt him pull his suit down and then his bare cock was getting hard as it slid back and forth between my pussy lips. His hands slid up under my tops cups to hold my boobs as he pushed me over on my forearms on the towel. He reached back with his right hand and put his knob to my opening and pushed it in me.

"OH GOD!" I groaned as his dry penis pushed its way into my wetness.

It quickly became wet and slippery and he started to hump me hard and fast. Driving it all the way up inside as he grunted and squeezed my boobs with both hands.

"FUCK I need to cum!" John grunted and humped me even faster.

He let go of my boobs and grabbed my waist, holding me tight as he rammed it really hard four times.

"AHHHHH UUuuuhhhhhh MMMMMmmm!" John let out and I felt his cock start jerking hard and the big jets of cum squirting in my pussy.

I put my forehead on the towel and let out my own long moan as I got off from how hard he was Cumming in me. 

It was right after he was done and pulling out of me that I realized what a dirty slut I'd become.

I spun around and looked at his semi-hard cock all covered with cum. It was starting to curve down and I grabbed it and dropped down and sucked his big wet knob into my mouth.

John let out a yell and rose up on his tip-toes, "FUCK...OOOOooooo shit!" while I sucked his sensitive knob hard.

His semen leaked out in my mouth as he tried to pull it free, but I kept sucking him until I was happy with the payback I'd given him!

"Damn girl!" John laughed and pulled up his suit, "I thought my head was going to explode!"

"You're welcome!" I told him, and found my bikini bottoms floating nearby.

When I got home that evening, dad was working like usual.

"Hi Dad, working hard again?" I asked him, and massaged his shoulders.

"Sure am, I'm almost done with this project."

"I'll leave you alone I need a bath."

"Okay, I saw John's car... is he home again?"

"Yeah."

"I'll have to give him a call and see what he's been up to...probably no good if I know my brother!"

I headed for the bathroom thinking about John and dad. John had been up to no good alright, and I hadn't minded it a bit!

I sat soaking in the tub, relaxing and thinking about all that had happened. Having sex with dad was so emotional and with John it was more of a physical thing we both liked to do. I felt like a slut but didn't want to give up either one of them at the time. If guys could have more than one girlfriend, why can't a girl have more than one man?

I couldn't think of any reason I couldn't have both of them. Well as long as they didn't find out about it! The other problem I worried about was when mom got back home! I wasn't sure what to do about that at all. I guessed that dad and I would have to be careful if we wanted to continue our sexy episodes.

I gave up and went to bed after giving dad a kiss. I figured he'd come visit me later but he never did.

To top it off John was gone all the next day and so was dad leaving me alone with my thoughts about them. I was bored and getting a bit horny by five and gave up and went home.

I got a surprise when I walked in and found Dad and John laughing and drinking shots.

"HEY Mia!" Uncle John said, "Want a shot?"

"What's the occasion?"

"I finished my project!" Dad said, pointing at his closed lap-top.

"That's great!" I told them, and went in the kitchen as John poured a round of shots for us.

I had a T-Shirt on over my bikini and my flip-flops made that annoying sound where ever I went!

At first It felt kind of weird being with both of them at the same time. But I acted like nothing was wrong...a couple of shots helped with my nerves too.




Summer Heat



We all moved to the dining room table with a beer each and the shot glasses and bottle.

John and dad were telling stories and making jokes as we all got drunk.

"You're looking hot today!" Uncle John said to me after staring at my boobs.

"Yes she is!" Dad agreed, and started laughing.

It felt awkward and I wasn't sure what to say so I just smiled, "Thanks!"

I got up and used the bathroom before John could say something else to give away our secret.

They were leaning towards each other whispering when I got back, "What are you talking about?" I asked and sat down.

"Just a little brotherly argument!" John replied.

"Yeah, that's right." Dad grinned.

"What about?" I asked, and took a drink of my beer. I was feeling a good buzz myself by that time and the world seemed just fine.

"I say I'm the best at eating your pussy," John told me, "And Ben says he is." 

"OH MY GOD!" I said, feeling my face getting red, "You told him?" I covered my face with both hands because I couldn't look at them.

"Sure, we're brothers," Dad's voice said, "We tell each other everything."

I was so embarrassed! I felt like a total slut and I guess I was back then...but didn't want to admit it.

I looked up at dad, "You don't mind I've been sleeping with John?"

"Mia, you're eighteen and a grown woman," Dad replied, "You can sleep with whoever you want." Dad replied with this drunken look on his cheeks.

"I need a drink!" I told them.

John laughed, and poured another round of shots for us. I had been sipping the previous three shots but the fourth one I drank in one gulp. The liquor burned all the way down to my tummy and my head felt like it was spinning for a few seconds.

I looked at the two grinning men in my life, looking at me like they both wanted to rip my clothes off. I found the idea of that pretty exciting and so did my pussy. It started to feel swollen and damp in my panties.

"So back to the question," John said, "Which one of us eats your pussy the best, me or Ben?"

"I'm not going to answer that," I told them, "I like it the same."

"One of us has to be better," Dad laughed, "I say it's me!"

I sat there not believing the conversation but I couldn't stop it.

"There's only one way to find out," John told him, "A contest right now, and Mia can be the judge!"

It seemed so crazy that I started laughing, and secretly hoping they would go through with it.

I watched as dad cleared the big dining room table off. John grabbed a big blanket from the sofa and spread it on the table.

He patted it, "Get up here Mia."

"You want me on the table?" I replied, and laughed.

"Yeah we're going to settle this debate once and for all!"

Dad and John lifted me up on the table. Dad started kissing me and then pulling my T-shirt up over my head. I let him take it off me, and we kissed again as he untied the top of my bikini and threw it aside.

"Here, let's make this fair." John said, and he had a thin towel from the kitchen rolled up into a blind fold.

"Good idea!" Dad said, and I let John put it over my eyes and tie it behind my head.

"This way you won't know who is who!" My pervert Uncle said with a chuckle.

Then they quit talking and pushed me down on my back. I heard them undressing and it was making me horny thinking about what they were about to do to me!

Next I felt two sets of hands on me; they both started rubbing me at the same time. A warm mouth found my nipple and started to suck it as hands began yanking my bikini bottoms off.

I couldn't tell who was who, which just made me even more turned on!

My legs were pulled up and wide apart with my feet on top of the table and the blanket I was lying on slid as I was pulled to the side and closer to the edge. One of them started kissing the inside of my thighs and fingers began to rub my pussy lips.

I let out a moan as a mouth touched my pussy, tongue sliding up my slit. Hands massaged my boobs, and softly pinched my nipples. It didn't take long for me to cum with someone licking my clit and a mouth switching from nipple to nipple sucking and teasing them.

When I was done Cumming they switched places and wet lips that tasted like my pussy kissed me hard. I couldn't be sure who it was but thought it was John. Another mouth began to lick my twat, and I was so sensitive I came in just a short time with my head turned to the side and a cock in my mouth.

The blind fold was pulled free and I opened my eyes and saw Uncle John looking down at me with his cock in my mouth, "Who was better?" He asked and pulled his knob out of my mouth.

"I love you both!" I moaned as Daddy ran his tongue over my clit one last time.

John changed places with my dad, and started rubbing his knob in my wet hole. Dad came up and put his knob to my lips so I took it as John's cock pushed up inside of me.

I had to stop several times and moan as John fucked me. God it felt good, but dad would turn my head again and put his cock back in my mouth wanting me to suck it for him. He played with my boob as I tried to such him in between huge loud moans. 

John was getting worked up and started to fuck me hard and fast. I knew he was going to cum in me and just the idea of that made my clit feel hot and ready to explode again.

All of a sudden John pushed my hips down with both hands and humped deep and hard in me, "AH OOOH FUCK YEAH!" He yelled, and I felt him start Cumming in me.

"AH AH AHHHHH AH AH!" He grunted each time his cock spurt. I felt every one of them and couldn't help but have a big orgasm that left me panting hard.

"I swear you have the best pussy in the world!" John said, and slowly pulled his spent cock out of me.

John took dad's place beside me, and offered me his semi-hard creamy cock as Dad pushed his dick up in my cum filled twat.

"Damn!" Dad grunted and started to fuck me, "You're pussy is so hot and juicy!"

I felt his hard shaft squishing the cum in me back and forth, "FUCK ME DADDY...OH GOD...Yessss, oh MMMMmm! I yelled as another orgasm was about to burst from my crotch.

I was moaning too much to suck John's cock, so I jacked it with one hand as Dad fucked me hard and deep, grunting each stroke.

"OH FUCK!...OH FUCK!...AHHHHhh Fuuuuuck!" Dad groaned, and I felt his dick start jerking and spurting another load in me.

I sat up and dad wrapped his arms around my lower back and pulled my pussy all the way down on his cock as it kept jerking inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned as my pussy spasmed around his cock from my orgasm. When it quit I let go and flopped down out of breath.

John turned my head to the side and started jacking his cock fast; I opened my mouth because he was about to cum. He pointed his knob at my open mouth and big spurts of cum shot into it.

All of a sudden we heard the front door open and turned to look. Mom was standing there with her mouth wide open and a suit case in each hand!

She saw dad standing at the edge of the table with his cock still buried in my twat. John standing there holding his dick and cum all over my lips and chin.

She screamed out loud, dropped the two suitcases and ran! Leaving the front door wide open with us watching her disappear into the night.

"OH Fuck!" all three of us said at the same time!

EPILOGUE:

I typed, "THE END." And closed my lap-top.

I was happy with how my story had turned out and ran downstairs in my bikini and out the back door. Everyone was eating and drinking. All my relatives were getting drunk and waiting for the fireworks to start out over the lake.

My Uncle John and dad were drinking beer and swapping stories and I had to smile. I wondered what they would think if they knew I had put them in one of my stories.

I dove in the pool to cool off from my hot story and swam down to the deep end. John walked over with a beer in his hand as dad started talking to my other Uncle.

"Hi Mia," He said, "How's the writing class going?"

"Good, I just finished a story."

"You'll have to let me read it."

"I'd be too embarrassed Uncle John." I told him, and that was the damn truth!

"Oh come on, I bet your really good!"

"Maybe someday." I replied.

"Okay," John told me, "Stop by some time and have a beer with me, then you can read me your story!"

I noticed that John's eyes kept flicking down to my cleavage as I hung on to the side of the pool.

"I'll think about it Uncle John."

"Good, I'm looking forward to it." And he walked over to talk to my cousins.

I glided on my back across the pool and saw John's eyes following me as he talked to my cousin Paul.

I wondered what he was thinking about me as I went past them, kicking my legs slowly. I laughed and rolled over to let him have a nice long look at my butt as I swam for the shallow end.

Maybe someday I'll let him read my story just to see what kind of reaction he has!



Summer Heat



It wasn't quite the end of spring, but it wasn't quite the beginning of summer. Either way I felt fresh, energetic and Horny. I worked for this coffee house in a moderately sized town in western Connecticut while I was finishing up College. One of the first things I noticed is that we would get four types of customers. In the mornings we would get both, retirees enjoying their retirement and fast talking business men that would expect you to have their order ready as soon as you gave them their change. Personally, I liked the retirees more because they at least acknowledged you were human. In the afternoons when school let out we would get the whiny spoiled high schoolers who were either too busy talking to each other or dicking around on their smart phones to notice that their order was ready. On the weekends we would get the wealthy business men from New York City who would come up on the weekends to spend time at their second homes. They could be total assholes sometimes but I didn't mind that much because they tipped well. 

The coffee house was staffed by mainly college age women, and then there was me. I was the fox in the hen house who stood at six foot even with broad shoulders, a strong chest, dark blond hair, and my name is Isaiah. I had the respect of the store owner who let me open and close regularly as long as I didn't go into overtime. Of all the employees there were three girls that I worked with the most Gabriella who we called Gabby for short, Ann, and Tara. Gabriella was a cute short blond that stood at 5' 2" was finishing her senior year of high school, and was just barely legal. She came from a wealthy upper middle class family and had dreams of becoming a surgeon. Although a bought with Anorexia her sophomore year had left her in delicate shape, she made a full recovery but was still rather thin. Ann is a very perky girl when she has her coffee. Otherwise she can be a bit grumpy and her pixy cut black hair makes her oddly intimidating. Tara is the most laid back of on my co-workers, and it really pisses the rest of us off from time to time. Her Goth style wardrobe reflects her attitude most of the time, except when she is oddly perky and throws us all for a loop. 

This year it had been one of those years when spring acts like spring for about two weeks and then proceeds directly to summer. Most of the time it had been in the high seventies to low eighties. Which usually meant the kitchen was in the nineties and horrible to work in because of the poor ventilation. With it being so hot in the coffee house it usually meant that I had two settings aroused and super aroused. This made it hard to work at times because I was the only man and I work with such attractive women. All I could think about was ripping their clothes off and having rough animalistic sex with them. Then one day the unexpected happened.

The day had started out as any normal day cool in the morning with our usual customers and it had reached 83 degrees by noon. Gabby had just come in to start her shift and she was wearing a light yellow sundress that stopped mid-thigh. I thought it was a little odd, but if she wanted to take a chance that the coffee might ruin her dress so be it. The rest of the day had been pretty busy and kept both of us on our feet, especially with cleaning the dishes. As Gabby bent over to put the clean mugs away, I looked over and saw the two pink lips of her clean shaven pussy staring back at me from under her sundress. I froze and just stared for a minute, I could feel my heart beat increase along with something a little further south. 

When she got up she went into the back to make a sandwich order that had just come in and since there was no one else in line I followed her to "help". I stood next to her and put on some vinyl gloves. 

I moved a little closer to her and said "so I noticed you're only wearing the dress, do you have a date later." 

She looked back at me and responded with a simple, no. As she walked past me to bring the sandwich out I felt her squeeze my right butt cheek. This did not help the situation in my pants, I was hard as a rock and was wondering how many people would notice. I gave myself a moment before returning to the front, at least I was less noticeable now. A couple came to the register and ordered a café au lait and a tea. As Gabby made the café au lait I walked up behind her to grab the tea from a shelf above her. As soon as I was behind her she leaned her back side into me and softly grinded against my crotch until I grabbed the tea and started to move away. Thanks to that I had a solid marble pillar in my pants...again. 

For the rest of the day I was trying to figure out what to do with her. I could talk to her about sexual harassment...But I really like what she is doing. I could follow her lead...But she is still in high school. She is legal...but I'm five years older than her and would feel like a pedophile. As I was thinking about my dilemma the hours passed and before I knew it, it was closing time. I had finished counting the money at the register when I decided I finally couldn't take it anymore. I walked back into the kitchen and stood behind Gabriella as I unzipped my shorts and let my member poke out. Then I picked her up and impaled her on my throbbing erection, she gasped and squealed "God, what took you so long." After a moment I let her lean forward and support herself on the metal work table. She pulled her dress up around here mid-section and I started to pump in and out of her, slowly at first but then building speed. I loved how tightly her pussy grasped my cock as I fucked her. I started jackhammering her so hard the table started shaking and making a loud ruckus, I was afraid I would beak her in half. 

Then my cock popped out, she looked back at me with a little smirk and huffed "done already?" I smirked back at her and said "no I'm just gettin' started."

I flipped her around and looked at her hazel eyes until she finished readjusting her dress, then I slid myself back into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held on to my shoulders as I picked her up. She started bouncing up and down on my cock and soon we were in rhythm together. Two hearts beating as we gathered speed, I could feel my orgasm building inside of me. As we got closer and closer I lay her flat on the work table and plowed into her a few more times before we came together. I leaned over her and used the table to support myself as I filled her with my seed. Even though I was out of breath my hips kept slowly pumping back and forth until the last of my seed filled her. 

We smiled at each other breathing heavily and then we kissed passionately, only breaking away to catch our breath. I kissed down to her soft pink pussy, now dripping with my seed. I started my licking the two outer lips clean and then going in deeper. I licked her inner lips and as far as my tong would go into her clean. The taste was odd, not bad just different. I had eaten out women before and to be honest I loved the taste. It was just that I had never tasted her juices with mine before. Next I focused on her clit, I licked and I sucked on the little nub until I could feel her vaginal muscles convulsing as she orgasmed. I loved watching her body shake with pleasure as her eyes rolled back. 

When she came down off the high from her orgasm she slid down off the table and kneeled down so that she has directly in front of my cock. She took me into her mouth and swirled her tong around my member several times to clean off the now dry seamen. With her left hand she switched between massaging the base of member and reaching into my shorts to caress my balls, as she bobbed her head up and down on me. After a few minutes she looked up at me and popped my penis out of her mouth then told me "grab my pony tail, I want to deep thought you." With a smirk I did just as she asked and took hold of her blond ponytail. I helped guide her until I felt my penis touch the back of her throat, then I used her pony tail to direct her back and forth. I listened to her gag on my cock until I felt I was about to cum again. I pulled myself out of her and asked if she wanted me to shoot it in to her mouth. With a grin she opened wide and I messaged my cock until I shot my load into her mouth. It wasn't as much as the first time but she looked so sexy with it in her mouth. Once she swallowed my load she cleaned me off by licking me from base to tip and bobbing up and down on me twice just to make sure I was clean.

When she finished she stood up she pulled me closer to her and whispered in to my ear "just so you know, I'm not on the pill." I froze as a jolt of fear traveled up my spine knowing that I might be a father in the next 9 months. To Be Continued.