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Summer Suck

By: mommasboytosuck



Before I even start to get into the story I'd like to say that this is for real. This mother-son incest actually happened over this past summer. She was 39 and I 18. Its taken me close to a year to get to writing this, but here goes:

I'll describe my mother and I first. My mom is about 5'4'' with long brown hair (dyed red though), brown eyes, about 120lbs, and all the right curves. She has big full breasts and a nice round ass. Trust me, I've oggled her plenty. I'm 6'5'', 220lbs, and muscular due to a couple years of weightlifting. I'm not gonna lie and say I'm some Greek god with chiseled features and a 10in penis. I average between 7-8 inches. The length depends on how intense the erection, like just jerk-off erection or holy shit I'm excited erection. I'm sure you're fed up of hearing about me now so I'll cut to the chase.

Like any adolescent male I had been lusting after my mother for some time. I would frequently fantasize about her and masturbate to that and I had even gone searching through dad's porn and her toys and tasted her dildos. (And I kept praying that I'd get pussy juice and not an ass dildo or anything. They never had any real taste though. Anywho...) My dad had a picture of his cock but there was nothing of my mother until one day.

She had been taken before and after pictures because she was trimming down her figure (now looks fucking fantastic by the way) so it occurred to me to search her digital camera. Success! Full frontals. My moms bare breasts in all their glory and a nice shaved, pink pussy. Her breasts looked even bigger without a bra and her areolae were huge. Very suck-able. I jerked off to those but couldn't take it, I had to get more. So one night after having beat my member senseless I got up the courage to confront her. I stopped her in the hall and asked if she'd come to my room to talk. I tried to tell her that I had found the pictures and wanted to have sex with her but it was late and she was tired. She played it off like I had accidentally found the pictures and I was experiencing that natural "mother lusting". She said she was flattered and then went back to bed! Swing and a miss.

I had to have her though. So I devised a plan based off of some incest stories I had read and set my trap. It was a weekend and every family member, except her, was away. I wanted to expose my cock to her to see her reaction, what she would do, if she would lust for it. I slept in the nude with my door open so that in the morning when she walked by she'd see me. I woke up about an hour before her and just lie there rubbing my cock making a semi-erection (hey I wanted to impress) and then she came up the stairs.

She went to the bathroom as usual and then walked right by my door! She didn't even turn to look. She walked by it again without seeing and then came back. She went to grab the laundry from the hamper outside my door and finally she saw me. I kept my eyes "closed" to where I could see her but I appeared asleep. She just stood there staring, in shock I guess, watching her son's cock rest on his belly. After a moment she snapped out of her gaze and shut the door. Dam'n!

But all was not lost. I had succeeded in laying that seed of curiosity in her. She had seen her son naked and that image was in her mind. Later that day I was watching TV when she came and sat on the couch across from me. She made idle talk but I could tell something was on her mind, there was something else she wanted to say, I could tell from the way she was looking at me. Then she said it, she admitted that she had seen me lying there naked. There was no question or conversation direction she just stated that she had seen me naked. But when she said that a devious look flashed across her face. I knew that she was thinking about it.

From there the conversation turned to sex talk. Not the birds and the bees kind but the Oh Shit this is Hot kind. She asked me if I'd been with a woman, she talked about her sex life and how dad wasn't keeping up with her there, she even mentioned how she gave him a blowjob but he wouldn't fuck her. (I about busted a nut when she talked about giving my dad head!) I asked what she thought of my cock, told her how big it gets, etc etc. The typical male dribble about his own penis. She got fidgety and rested her hand over her crotch. Then she got up and walked downstairs to her bedroom.

I was horny though and ready for her. I had gotten the nympho in her to come out for a little while and I wanted to play! I whipped out my cock and got it hard as a rock and walked down the stairs. Standing outside her room I beat off for a while working up some courage and pre-cum. Then I stepped into her room where she was lying, seemingly asleep, in the dark. I flicked on the light and said her name. When she stirred I thrust my cock outward and told her that I couldn't contain it any more. 

She stared at it a hungrily but you could tell she was fighting the urge. The nympho then swayed the internal power struggle. She crawled across her bed on all fours and grabbed my cock. "I see that." She said in response to my claim of the inability to contain. "You already have some pre-cum on your cock." I then muttered something about tasting it but was to caught up in the fact that my mom's hand was wrapped around my cock, squeezing it, and she was staring at it, face to face, so to speak. She said again how she was good at blowjobs and I told her to show me. She hesitated for a minute but then said "Alright, one goodnight kiss." Her eyes still glued to my cock she kissed the head, and then licked a little, and then slid her mouth around my cock head and a little down the shaft. I about exploded in ecstasy as I felt her hot, wet mouth envelope my cock and her tongue lapping away inside. She moved her head back and forth, up and down my shaft, sucking and slurping. Then she tried to deep throat my cock, I think anyway because she suddenly pushed further and got about 3/4 down but then came back and went back to sucking. This went on for a couple of minutes before she pulled my cock out of her mouth. She then kissed it once more and while continuing to stroke it she told me to go to bed, I needed to cum so I just let it go right there. I shot my cum on her hand, arm, bed, and I think a little on her leg. "See your done anyway."

I wanted to keep going but I was in shock because my mom had just sucked my cock. I had turned fantasy into reality. Without enough thinking going on upstairs I just tucked my cock away and went off to bed. Within five minutes I was hard again, lying in bed stroking.

I tried again a couple of times that weekend but never got anything more than that blowjob. I got another handjob and a pussy flash but she didn't want to "ruin our relationship". I'm never the best at thinking when all the blood is rushing to my cock so I didn't really have a response. Obviously I say we should enjoy each other. We are two adults who want each other. We're just helping each other out with our sexual needs. And my feelings toward her haven't changed since that weekend. She's still my mother and I love her and feel I can always go to her but I will always lust for her as well.

Summer Sucks!



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His Summer Job Clients Suck. Literally.

This is an entry in the Summer Loving Contest. Thanks to Meathead96 for his editing help in making this a better story.

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Memorial Day weekend my brother Aaron drove down from the university to spend the long weekend. We all knew it was one of the last times we'd be together, and wanted to make the most of it. The grill was fired up, the beer was flowing, and most of our neighbors, friends and family were over for the big send-off. Only my sister Debbie was missing. Deb was going to school out east, and hadn't finished finals yet.

Aaron, the oldest, was about to make family history and become the first Borman to graduate college. He already had lined up his first 'real' job, and was headed to Atlanta as soon as school got out. It had come as a surprise to all of us how fast everything happened.

My brother had always been an Ok student, nothing exceptional. He hadn't dated much in high-school, wasn't on any sports teams, and had been a pretty average B+ student. Average height, average weight (maybe a little below average), plain sandy brown hair, Aaron was invisible as far as high-school went. He'd worked part time at the video store, and when he was 17 he was given the old hand-me-down Chevy Blazer to drive, which had seen better days even then.

I guess it was in the family genes. I followed in his footsteps; a complete non-entity, non-joiner, and non-dater. If anything, I was slightly less than average; A little smaller, a little lighter, a little quieter -- think Aaron, only less. My teachers seemed to forget my name, in spite of being the third in the family to pass through the hallowed halls of Heritage High, in almost as many years. I got decent enough grades, which I worked reasonably hard for, but that was about all I had going for me.

Don't get me wrong. I wanted more. I wanted to be different. I wanted to bust loose and leave the family legacy behind. I made an effort to look good. I took care of myself. I worked out. I ate well. I didn't have the size for football, or the height for basketball, but I went out for baseball and track, agonizingly close to making both teams, but missing the final cut each time. I had practiced the entire previous summer, determined that year would be the one. It was my senior year. There would be no next year.

I'd even dated, or at least tried. My initial sky-high aspirations had been exposed, in less than gentle terms, as the impossible, unattainable fantasies they were. Harshly. 

Lowering my standards a notch, and then another, and yet another, I'd finally found someone who'd go out with me, and for more than one date. I felt pretty good about that. Eric and Darrell, my two closest friends, had been the first to drag me back to reality, after my unfortunate first attempts. I felt like the proverbial lobster in a tank: my fellow invertebrate's eager to drag me back down every time I strove to climb out. When Cathy Gates had finally let me kiss her, and even feel her chest through her shirt, I knew I was teetering on the lip of escape, ready to break free - FREE! So what if she was only a sophomore, and perhaps even less average than me? A guy's gotta start somewhere. Anyway, I could close my eyes when I kissed her.

I had even convinced her to come to the Memorial Day party, to kick off summer, say goodbye to my brother, and to acknowledge the fact that our High-School days were all but over. Less than two weeks to go. I guess I wanted to prove something as well. I had a girl! And I wanted my big brother to know it. Some things never change.

Aaron changed after he went away. He'd joined a fraternity, eventually becoming the vice-president. He was about to graduate Cum Laude, and he showed up at our house with a babe in tow that was like to bring me to my knees. She was everything we Borman's dreamed of, and yet so far beyond our grasp, sometimes we didn't even know it. This little stunner was on my brother like white on rice. As far as sibling rivalry went, that round went to Aaron.

Sunday evening, after the weekend of visiting and relaxation, Aaron pulled me aside and insisted I join him for a drive to the hardware store. A 'guy' thing. I was ready to get out of there. Cathy had given me grief for trying to push things too fast and had left earlier in a huff. Too fast? So I had my hand in her shirt. We'd dated over two weeks, and with two weeks left in the school year I was going 'too fast'. Shit. I was going to leave high-school a virgin. No two ways about it.

As soon as we were a couple of blocks away, he pulled into Sonic, where we ordered drinks while he broached what was really on his mind.

"What're your plans for the summer?" he asked, while we waited for our carhop to bring us our drinks.

"I'm not sure yet. Probably work at the video store again. I was thinking about taking a couple of courses online before starting up at Quad-C next semester."

"I've got something better for you. You know that job I had, with the sales route?" 

I rolled my eyes, "I don't want to do sales, Aaron. Heck, I don't think the Cherry-bomb could take the miles, even if I did." Cherry-bomb was the name we'd given to the 12 year old Blazer that had introduced Aaron, my sister Debbie, and now me, to the world of driving. The original cherry-red exterior had faded to a color somewhere between primer and dried blood.

"Pete, listen to me. It's not what you think it is. Hell, it's not what you could ever even hope to imagine it is. I was planning to work it again this summer, but with my new job, and Jessica, I couldn't do it justice. So I want you to have this." He passed me a piece of paper with a phone number, and the name Sandra written in his precise printing. He handed it to me with something akin to reverence.

I looked over and I swear he was practically in tears. He took a deep breath, and wiped his eyes, just as a cute little brunette rolled up with our drinks. 

He rolled down the window and took our drinks, then passed her a $5. When she reached for it, he held her hand for just a second, giving her a squeeze. "Damn you're pretty. Brought tears to my eyes, just looking at you. You worked here long?"

She gave him a nice grin. "Three weeks."

"What's your name?"

"Amber."

"Nice. I'll have to come here more often." He closed the window, while she was counting out the change, waving her off, and turning away, no more time for her.

I was in absolute awe of my brother's easy way talking to such a pretty girl. I would have been hard pressed to get an intelligible sentence out. College had certainly changed him.

"Peter, call that number. She'll probably bring you by for an interview. Whatever she says, whatever she asks, you just make sure that you let her know that you'll be the perfect employee. You'll be on time, polite, and eager to perform any task you're given. Promise me you'll do this," he said, any hint of jocularity gone. "It'll change your life."

"What's the big deal, Aaron? Why so serious?" 

"Just do this. Please. For me. And for you."

I finally agreed, figuring if it was that important, I could at least give it a try.

Our carhop stopped by a few times, eager to see if we needed anything. I watched Aaron roll down the window and chat with her a minute, setting her to giggling, then apologizing for having to run. She gave him his number, which he stuffed in his pocket as we left.

Fuck! He got her number! Without even trying. 

He left the next day. After that it was back to normal, average, middle-of-the-road suburban life, at least for me. Aaron, on the other hand, may have finally left 'average' behind.

* * *

I called 'the number' the following weekend. Four days of school left, I knew I needed to line up a job before they were all taken. I had spent many hours wondering what all the fuss was, and contemplating just throwing it away. But Aaron had seemed so sincere. So adamant. I made the call.

"Sandra speaking," I heard an adult woman's voice purr.

"Hi. My name is Peter Borman. My brother Aaron worked for you for the last few years. He suggested I give you a call and see if I could take his place this year." The words shot out of me like rounds from a machine gun. Bang. Bang-bang-bang. Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang. I'd practiced them repeatedly so I wouldn't get tongue tied and sound like a jerk.

"Aaron! I thought he'd be with me one more summer. Where's the darling boy off to?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"He's graduating and is moving to Atlanta for a new job, with his girlfriend Jessica." I don't know why I threw in that last comment, but I couldn't resist.

"Mmmm, How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm...?" she seemed to giggle. "When are you available, Peter?

"Last day of school is Thursday, and a bunch of us are going down to the beach Saturday," I explained.

"So you're available Friday? I think we can work with that. Let's meet Friday, around 11:00 am. I'll text you directions to my place. Don't be late." Her tone sounded as if our call was over.

"Uhm, Sandra? What should I wear? Aaron hasn't told me much about what we'll be doing."

"He hasn't? Why that sweet boy, he's so considerate of me." She had a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "Wear? It doesn't matter. Just be clean and neat. Got that?"

"Absolutely!" I assured her. "Friday, 11:00am."

* * *

Sandra lived on the nice side of town, no doubt about it. Big fancy apartment building, doorman outside, inside all marble and brass, high ceilings and fancy paintings, even a security guard. 

The front desk was expecting me and sent me straight up to 5B. It was a big building and yet only two apartments per floor. I was impressed. Then again, let's face it. I impress pretty easily.

I rang the bell, and Sandra opened the door. She looked to be in her 40's but obviously took care of herself. Then again, what do I know about women's ages? She looked older then my mom. Dark tan, carefully tended hair, nice makeup. She looked to be in good shape, very slender with huge boobs that looked like grapefruits glued to her chest. Soft, round, tan, yummy grapefruits. Her low-cut shiny blouse showed a lot of cleavage, where I may have gotten lost for a while.

"Darling boy, didn't they ever tell you it isn't polite to stare?" She chuckled, reaching forward and pulling me into her beautiful living room by the arm. "Goodness, don't you look sweet? Are you really 18 years old?"

I'm sure I reddened. I didn't like to be reminded about how young I looked. I was lucky to pass for 16 most of the time. "As of May 19, yes ma'am."

She held me still, slowly walking around me, her hands brushing across my shoulders. "Oh, my, yes, I think you have potential, Peter. How much has your brother told you about what we do?"

I stood, nervous, feeling awkwardly uneasy as her eyes seemed to measure me, her smile predatory. I suddenly felt sorry for those mice you feed to snakes. "Nothing, really. He just wanted me to make sure that I let you know that I'll be the perfect employee. Always on time. Always clean, neat and eager to perform any task to the best of my ability."

She seemed to like that. "That sounds like a dream come true. Ok, let's see what we're working with here, young Peter." She sat down on a chair that looked like it would be amazingly uncomfortable, designed only to fill space in an artsy way. She perched on the edge and waved me nearer. I stopped about two feet away. 

"Go ahead now, take them off," she said with a hint of eagerness.

"Take them off?"

"Yes. Am I not clear? Take them off," she said.

"Take what off?" I asked, afraid to hear her response.

She laughed out loud. "Gracious! He told you nothing?"

I just shook my head slowly in embarrassment.

She leaned forward and tugged me closer by the hips. I took a couple of small steps, and watched her with bated breath. She ran her hands up and down my hips, up to my waist, then down my thighs, smiling. I noticed the large rings on her fingers, diamonds and emeralds. The emeralds matched her sparkling eyes.

"Dear Peter, how can I explain this? We provide a rather unique service to the women of this community. A training and practice service for certain elements of the home life that they might want private." 

She was undoing my belt as she spoke, her wrist and forearm brushing against my dick which was getting really uncomfortable, almost bent in two, stuck inside my pants leg, while it struggled to come to life. 

"Our practice is very exclusive and very, very private. Our clients pay well to ensure it stays that way." She had my pants open now, unbuttoned and unzipped, and she was pulling them down a bit, lowering them on my hips. I was aching, and wanted desperately to reach down and straighten my erection out before I broke it.

She suddenly leaned forward, pulling my briefs forward by the waistband and peaking inside. "Helloooo, I know you're in there somewhere." She seemed a little disturbed. "Are you sure you're Aaron's brother?"

Before I could answer, she grabbed my pants at the thighs and jerked them down hard. They stuck for a second on my cock, then slipped past and stopped around my knees. My underwear only made it to mid-thigh, but that seemed far enough. My rod had finally broken free, and stood straight out, bouncing up and down from its sudden release, almost catching Sandra in the eye.

She sat back and clapped her hands like a little girl, before quickly grabbing my shaft and holding me straight upright, against my belly. I groaned from the idea of a woman, any woman, especially this hot older woman, touching me there. She reached down and cupped my balls, gently testing them, turning my cock from side to side as she examined it. "Oh, Peter. I believe this is going to work out perfectly. You're everything your brother was, and maybe even just a little bit more. You are absolutely beautiful."

She turned her legs to the side and stood up, heading across the room to an aged roll-top desk. "Take everything off, everything."

My head was spinning and I could barely catch my breath. My heart was beating out of control. What was my brother into? I tried to breathe deeply, while taking off my shirt and undershirt, but found myself panting instead. I turned my head, watching my potential employer, in her tight form-fitting skirt that barely reached halfway down her thigh. By the time I was fully naked, and folding my clothing while I waited, she was strolling back to me, a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye.

"Tell me again. You REALLY are eighteen?"

"Yes, ma'am." I reached for my wallet and pulled out my driver's license, getting just a little irritated with this line of questioning. 

Just a little.

"And how much experience have you had with the ladies? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"None really. I have a girl I'm dating, but that hasn't gone past first base yet."

"Really? Surely you're not a virgin?"

"Yes, ma'am," I told her, feeling the blood rushing to my face. 

"Oh, this is too good. A blank sheet to write upon."

She moved in close and I could see the tiny wrinkles at the sides of her eyes, and above her lips. Little folds of flesh that screamed out 'experience' to me. She was almost my identical height, but I was barefoot, and her feet were encased in perfect heels, giving her a few additional inches of height.

"How tall are you, Peter?" she asked, moving forward and sniffing at my neck like I was an appetizer.

"Five feet, seven inches, since 10th grade," I confessed.

She moved in front of my face, with a decidedly skeptical glance, raising her finely trimmed eyebrows, just a little. 

"Ok," I relented, "Five six and a half."

She brushed against me, my hard-on still waving in the air, begging for attention. As she walked around me, she slid her hand up my length, giving it a little tug and setting it bouncing again. Behind me, her hand continued it's teasing exploration, delving between my cheeks, sliding her hand all the way down to my balls, which were hugging up against my body in concern. Damned balls had better sense than I did.

By the time she was in front of me, I was trembling all over. She moved in and gave me a little hug, her hand moving down to stroke my cock softly while her lips and tongue tasted my neck. I was ready to scream.

"You take teasing, well, Peter. Good for you. I know what you want, and how badly you want it, but you're good to show restraint. That's very important in this job. Restraint separates the good from the great. Aaron showed remarkable restraint."

This job? Hell, I'd forgotten all about the job, enthralled by the actions of this amazing cougar, who I lusted after more than I had lusted after anybody in my life. And that includes Marci the cheerleader captain, Heather the majorette, and even my brother's new girlfriend. 

She dropped to her knees before me, and my own almost buckled in anticipation. I barely avoided reaching out and grabbing her head to keep from falling. My hand passed by her ear, and I leaned over and grasped the arm of her chair, slowly stabilizing myself. I was dizzy in anticipation.

I straightened up slowly, spread my legs a bit and braced myself. Please God, let this happen. And please, please, don't let me embarrass myself.

"Patience, sweet child," she said softly. She reached for my cock with one hand stretching me out, until I was pointed directly at her face. She opened her lips, her tongue brushing the bottom one, and breathed hotly on my cock, coaxing moisture out the tip.

She giggled, "This is too good." Her second hand came in to play, and I saw she had a small tape measure, which she placed against my shaft. She reached back and pulled out a green marker, making a tiny line on my cock. She wrapped the tape around me, at that line, and carefully drew a circle around my shaft, sitting back and admiring her handiwork. She took my stiffness in her hand, at the edge of the line, and abruptly moved her face forward, my cock suddenly disappearing, her tongue brushing against me. She brought her face forward until her lips touched her fingers, and pulled away just as quickly. "That seems just about right."

She performed the ritual again, this time with a red marker, drawing a second circle maybe an inch closer to my body. I was expecting it this time when she took me in her mouth, and I groaned in appreciation. She pushed forward, and I felt myself pushing firmly against the back of her throat before her lips reached her fingers once more. She pulled back and smacked her lips lewdly.

"We're almost done, baby. You've been very good, and I promise you, Aunt Sandra's going to make it all worthwhile." She took one last measurement, measuring all the way to my body, but didn't make any more marks.

She sat back for a second, brushing her finger through the sparse curly hair normally hidden from view. She moved my cock back, pressing it against my body, and licked me. She started between my balls, and slowly drew her tongue upward until she hovered above my swollen purple head and licked the top thoroughly before pushing the tip of her tongue into the leaking slit at the top, making me gasp.

She put her lips against the head and sucked softly. I moaned loudly. "S...Sandra, I can't hold back much longer," I warned through gritted teeth.

She pulled back quickly and drew me after her, leading me to the dining room table. She had me stand at the place of honor, before leaning over and sucking me into her mouth, pushing down deeply, ensuring her pre-eminent spot in my memory for the rest of my life. She stroked and sucked, rapidly taking me to the point of no-return.

"SANDRA," I cried out, squeezing my ass cheeks together, before making one last thrust into her mouth. 

Sandra pulled away, almost cat like, and pointed my loaded gun over her glass table. I felt my insides clench like a fist, and painfully settle their tightness around my balls, before ejecting a stream of white goo halfway down the table. She praised me, like one would a small child, or a pet, while her hand drew my seed out, launching a half-dozen more streams across the clear surface. The furthest drops were nearly three quarters the way down the table. I'd come hard before, usually into a paper towel or old sock, but never like that. No way.




Summer Sucks!













































Summer Sucks!



She took a linen napkin off the table, and wiped me gently, observing my manhood. "How long before it's ready to go again?" she asked.

I looked down at her, disparate to find out how much more she'd allow me to do. "With a little attention, just a few moments," I assured her.

She stood and turned away from me. I watched her carefully, waiting to see what surprise she had for me next. I wasn't disappointed. She turned around and her shirt was open, her huge breasts spilling out of her lacy pink bra. I watched her hands move forward, and with a sudden movement, her breasts were released, bouncing in complete freedom. She was walking slowly forward, each measured step setting those massive mammaries in motion. Standing just inches away, she held her breasts up to me, cupping them from below.

"Touch them, Peter."

I reached forward and placed my palms against them, her hard nipples burning holes in my palms. They felt hot as coals. I knew I'd see them protruding from the back of my hands any moment. My personal stigmata. 

Sandra placed her hand against my cheek, stroking me softly. "You're a treasure." She stepped back, and looked down below my waist. My glance followed hers, and I could see that I was as hard as if I'd never come.

She slid up against me, her body pressed firmly against mine. She pulled my face down and kissed me, softly, her lips caressing mine, her tongue gentle in its effort to claim me. I pulled her tighter, holding her against me, my hands exploring her body, outside of her clothing.

She whispered, "Peter, I could just eat you up. I'd love to take you to my room and keep you until your family came searching for you. But I can't be that selfish. You and I will have our own time, but we have an appointment now. Know this: as long as we work together, you'll never go home wanting."

She took my hand and walked me down a hall, knocking on the door at the end. After just a few seconds, a tall Nordic looking woman opened the door, quickly stepping aside so that we could enter. I was deeply embarrassed, standing naked before a stranger, even one as attractive as this lady. My straining member didn't make it any easier.

"Lenka, please help prepare young Mr. Borman for a study session. We'll be leaving in thirty minutes." She turned and walked briskly away, her heals clattering on the hardwood. Leaving me 100% naked, with a very attractive Amazon.

The woman towering over me tugged me by the hand, almost running to get to the next room, a huge bathroom decked out like a spa. "We must hurry, yes, or she may be disappointed. We don't want that do we?" She asked it in impeccable English, tinged with the faintest hints of an East European origin.

Lenka was tall. At least 5 or 6 inches taller than me, she was solidly built, not heavy, but not a skinny rail either. She must have had me by a good 30 lbs. She was wearing something similar to a nurse's dress, in blue, and it fit her nicely. Her 3 inch heels made our height differential almost comical.

"Could I have a robe, or something?" I asked timidly.

She giggled. "A robe? Are you shy, young man? I hope not, there is no time for shyness in your preparations." She led me to an exotic looking chair. It looked like something you might see at a manicurist, or maybe at a doctor, or dentist. The armrests had large porcelain bowls at the ends. The seat was split, with just a little padding under each cheek and for each leg, with foot rests also ending in bowls. I felt very exposed when sitting in it, my balls and ass hanging in the air, as she guided my hands and feet to their individual soaking bins.

"The Lady is very specific in her desires. Each trainer must be immaculately clean. Normally we have plenty of time for this, but today we're in a bit of a hurry, so I hope you don't mind the rush," she explained, adjusting my position. With a press of a button, a European style bidet moved up until it was almost touching me. I could see a splash guard on the front, slowly rising until it was almost to the level of my groin.

Lenka turned on the device below me, and I could feel warm water splashing up and around my privates and up my butt crack. She pressed another button, and I heard the motors humming before I felt my legs raised and spread, opening me up.

She leaned forward with a rubber glove, and gave me fair warning. "We're going to clean you out, back there. Normally it's not an issue, but occasionally our guests like to tease you there, and the Lady insists that it is as clean as can be. I'll be gentle."

What an odd feeling. She put on clear rubber gloves, and adjusted them. My hands and feet were soaking, as she rubbed her finger over my tight butt-hole, rubbing some lubrication over the entrance and inside of me. Then she was holding a large rubber bulb before me, with a slender neck. "Just a couple of these and we'll be fine."

I had never had an enema or anything like one, and my nervousness skyrocketed, but it turned out to be pretty simple. I felt the liquid flow into me, and at her encouragement, I held it for 10 or 15 seconds, and let it flow out, while she refilled. Another spray from the device below me, and I didn't feel quite so conscious of the action. After three tries, she lubed up the finger on her glove and I felt her penetrate me, deeper than I had expected. "Perfect," she pronounced.

She pulled over a rinse hose and cleaned all around my cock and balls as well, using a soapy fluid before rinsing me thoroughly. She giggled when I hardened for her. "That's perfect. You look good enough to eat."

I was surprised to see that the markings on my cock were still present. Indelible marker. I was branded for a while it appeared.

She stopped to clean herself up a bit, and returned with a glass of water. She handed me the glass and a pill. "Take this. It will help with stamina, although I'm not sure a young man like you will need it."

In for a penny... I popped the pill and drank the entire glass.

She proceeded to quickly trim my nails and cuticles, first on my hands and then on my feet. "That will have to do; we're running out of time. A quick shower and you should be ready."

I was more than a little surprised when she removed her dress, standing naked in the shower entrance, testing the water. She was gorgeous, and she was stark naked. My first completely naked woman. My eyes took in everything, her firm breasts, her flat stomach, the smattering of hair above the crease in her legs. When she leaned in, balancing on one foot, to adjust the temperature, my eyes were drawn between her legs, giving me my first sight of a woman's most private area. I tried to suppress my groan. She summoned me over and lathered me up, before I could even consider what I should be doing with a nude woman in a shower. She was all business, scrubbing me down thoroughly. Before we rinsed off, she pulled a bench out from the side and had me sit down so she could wash my hair. The feeling of sexiness and pampering was amazing, so far beyond any of my expectations when I walked out of the house that morning.

With her hands in my hair, I fantasized about her walking around me and straddling my lap, slowly taking me inside her, making a man out of me. My hands automatically reached down to stroke my cock, while my mind ran wild.

"Easy with that," she said softly, the water nozzle rinsing the last of the soap out of my hair. "Save it for later." Regretfully, I let her lead me out of the shower.

She dried me quickly, towel drying my hair, and led me to the sink. "Now brush your teeth thoroughly, and gargle." She did her best to dry my hair somewhat while I repeated my morning ablutions. At the end she held a dark blue robe out for me. It was satiny on the outside, but more terry-like inside. It was warm and soft, and I felt an odd confidence about being so clean and fresh underneath the robe.

"Twenty-eight minutes. That must be a new record," she boasted, pulling her own dress back on, and quickly tugging me toward the door. We waited about 30 seconds before Sandra appeared. She stepped into the room, opened my robe and looked at my naked body. "You look perfect, Peter. This will be a wonderful day. I'm sorry we rushed you through your preparations."

She was dressed in very nice casual attire, a new tight skirt, and tighter blouse, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She waved Lenka over, and my caretaker hustled to obey. I watched the women kiss lightly. "You are a miracle worker, my dear. I'm sorry I pressed you."

"Thank you, Ma'am," my foreign doll said softly. "It was a pleasure."

"Not too much pleasure, I hope," Sandra said with a knowing grin.

"No ma'am. He was a perfect gentleman."

"Ahh, too bad. I'll have to make sure that next time you have plenty of time to really get him ready."

"Thank you, ma'am."

I walked with Sandra out to the living room, and she stopped and handed me some sunglasses. I put them on and the world went dark.

"Part of our process. This trip will be very short. You are Ok?"

"More than Ok," I answered, even though the sunglasses threw me off a bit.

I heard her giggle. "Beautiful and adventurous. I'm going to love working with you, young Peter."

The trip was very short. We stepped out into the hall, got on the elevator and travelled a couple of floors. She guided me out of the elevator and had me stand still. 

"Close your eyes, and don't open them. Can you do that for me, Peter?"

"Of course," I confirmed, holding my eyes tightly shut. 

My new boss removed my sunglasses and replaced them with a mask that covered my eyes softly, but quite thoroughly.

I stood fidgeting, eager and yet at the same time, nervous. "You'll do fine, Peter. Your job is quite simple. Just be there for these women, and resist finishing as long as you can. Also, it is good etiquette to let them know before you get to the point of no return. That's about it. Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be. My brother actually did this?" I asked, still a bit shocked at the turn of events.

"Better than anyone else. I hope you can fill his shoes."

I heard the door open and I was whisked into a room, moving carefully, a little cautious while moving about the room completely in the dark. I let her firm hands guide me.

"Ladies, I have a surprise for you today," I heard Sandra announce. She turned me 180 degrees, and pulled back the robe, slowly stripping it off of me, leaving me naked except for my eye-mask. I resisted an urge to cover up. "May I present...Peter."

The sounds of several female voices proclaiming their appreciation was a huge ego boost. Just a few hours earlier, I was an unsullied high school virgin, with an underage girlfriend, and little prospects of changing my sexual status. Joe Average. I felt anything but average now. Sandra's hands flowed over my body, and I felt myself responding in the most natural way, which just increased the sounds of appreciation focused my direction.

Sandra pushed me gently forward, and I took small tentative steps until I felt hands on my thighs stopping me. A soft hand reached up and traced its fingers along my staff, making me jump a bit. "Ticklish?"

"Just a bit," I answered nervously, hoping that I was permitted to speak.

The owner of the fingers grasped me a little more firmly, and stroked my length slowly. "You continue to amaze us, Sandra."

"Thank you. This one practically fell into my lap," she said.

I anticipated a reply, not the warm feeling of a mouth encircling my cock, eliciting a gasp. I relaxed and focused on the voices around me, encouraging my fellatrix, as she went down on me. 

The second blow-job of my life was even better than I could have dreamed. She used her hands and mouth deliciously, teasing me, tasting me, toying with me. I just rode the flow, delighted to be where I was. I loved the feeling of being in her warm mouth, and would gladly have stayed there all day, letting her have her way with me. Whatever she wanted, I was willing.

"Ok, Mom. How about sharing a bit," I heard, and the thought that I had a mother and daughter in front of me, had me straining to get even harder.

The mouth was removed from my cock, and with a little guidance, I moved sideways where a new set of hands took over. I heard a voice from where I'd just left. "It's perfect. Absolutely perfect."

I flushed with pride, as another set of lips captured my cock, and quickly set about sucking on me, more aggressively and thoroughly. I groaned when I felt my cock slide down my newest hostess's throat, her nose pressed against my stomach. She seemed to handle it well, her tongue teasing me while I moaned my pleasure.

I was profoundly thankful my new boss had helped me with an initial release already, or I surely would have lost it right there. Instead, I was able to enjoy my latest companion's continued efforts, before being passed along once more. 

My next partner was a little eager. She tugged me over but took her time getting better acquainted with my straining friend. "The marks?" I heard her ask.

I could hear Sandra from beside me explain. "The first mark, 5 1/2 inches, is the low end of the average cock. Only about 20% are smaller than that." I felt her hand touch my erection in the vicinity of the first line. "The second mark, at 6 1/2 inches, is the high-end of average. Only about 20% are longer than that. Young Peter, here, is in the rarefied air of larger than 7 inches. Top 3% easily." 

I heard her laugh. "Of course those are all estimates. When I took the initial measurements, he didn't seem quite as 'enthusiastic' as he does now. If I were to guess, I'd say he's added on an extra half-inch or more of length from your attention. He's definitely looking thicker."

That brought forth more appreciative comments. 

Above average? Me? Who'd have thought it?

One of the ladies who'd already sampled my goods teased my new partner. "If you can handle up to the green line, you'll be able to deal with Michael easily enough." Her comment had the others snickering.

The woman in front of me tentatively took me in her mouth, and I sighed, happy to have warm lips around me again. I could feel her testing her ability to take me as deeply as she could, causing her to gag and cough a bit. "It's too much," my partner said softly.

"Don't try to take the whole thing!" One of her friends giggled. "Green line is good enough, red if you're really feeling adventurous."

The lady in front of me gave it another shot, and I felt her fingers encircling me as she pressed forward. Then she was moving back and forth over my length, her lips dragging along the surface. I winced when her teeth scraped me a bit.

"Easy, darling. We don't want you drawing blood. Lips and tongue, that's all it takes." This from a woman to the left of me, seated in unacquainted territory. "We'll work on teeth when you've had a little more practice."

The other ladies seemed to be very encouraging to my novice cocksucker, and she slowly improved, under their endless direction. She finally pulled away gasping. "It's not as easy as it looks," she said.

"That's why we practice, dear. That's why we practice."

Once more I was encouraged to move sideways, bumping the back of my legs against a table of some kind. I was tugged forward, and a set of legs trapped me on each side. There were no more voices from my left, so I deduced she was the last of my playmates. This woman definitely knew what she was doing, and used her hand and mouth in tandem. I was in heaven, and let her know it. That seemed to only egg her on, and I knew that in her capable mouth and hands I wouldn't last much longer. 

"Ladies, I'm getting close," I whispered through gritted teeth.

"Do it, Aunt Carol," one of the voices insisted, and the talented Aunt Carol took it up a notch, her mouth moving over me rapidly, her hand stroking firmly, and her delightful tongue teasing me mercilessly. 

"Oh, God, I'm there," I groaned, feeling that powerful tightening that preceded my release. 

Her mouth pulled away, but her hands kept at me long enough to ensure my finish. I groaned and thrust against her hand as my cock spit out its reward. I felt softness against my rod, and the head of my cock was nestled against skin, as I continued unleashing my seed.

My ordeal was anything but over. Sandra took me around the room again, starting back at my first. Before she released me to her friends, a warm cloth cared for me, cleaning me. She tugged at me gently, and I felt the flow of blood start the hardening, just enough to give me some heft.

"He's definitely not through with you wonderfully wicked ladies," Sandra laughed, turning me sideways until a hand cupped my balls for a few moments before I felt the entirety of my length pushing back into an accommodating mouth. Under her continued effort, I was soon more than a mouthful, and she backed off a little, sucking me.

I handled the pressure better this time, each woman getting several minutes with me, and moving around the table twice, before they finally allowed me to sit among them. I was pushed back into the couch, almost supine, while the mouths continued to work their wonders against me, occasionally working in teams, and getting more and more aggressive as I continued to hold out. I knew the effort was hopeless. Not only were there four of them, and only one of me, their experience was a gift to a novice like me, and I knew that anyone of them could probably get me off in a matter of seconds, if she were really to put her mind to it. Thankfully, they were playing.

"Would it be Ok?" I heard a tentative voice plead. 

Sandra's sensuous voice finally agreed. "Just the birthday girl. And just a taste."

I wasn't sure what that was about, but I had my hopes. The mouths pulled away, and I felt the pressure on the couch about me shifting. Soft legs embraced my hips, and a hand held my cock upright. A new sensation started, and instinctively I knew what I was feeling. A pussy was lowering over my cock. Slowly, and with a bit of difficulty, it took my length, while I moaned my own pleasure. That indescribable pleasure of entering a woman for the very first time.

"God, that's good. That's so good," I groaned, until my generous friend was sitting firmly on my hips, my entire length sheathed in her velvet tunnel. The grip on my cock slid upward, only to come back down, making every nerve in my body sing. Up and down, up and down, while mysterious hands touched me and fondled me, lips pressed against my sensitive nipples, another set searching out my lips, a tongue pressing into my mouth, silencing me.

My partner wasn't quite so silent, her mouth pouring forth a torrent of filth that astounded me, and only further encouraged her friends and family.

Most of the attentive hands and mouths disappeared, and I felt my lover's weight shift and her upper body pressed against mine. Her lips sought out my own, kissing me deeply. I thrust up against her, unable to control myself any longer, pushing deeply into her. She pushed back firmly, sucking me in, her moistness audible. She pressed her lips against my ear, nibbling. "Can you come for me?" she asked plaintively.

I thrust into her fast and hard, feeling my impending release, the endless oral foreplay having brought me so close already. I was eager to complete my first sexual encounter in the most natural way possible. I reached down and held her hips while I pounded her, the voices around us lowered to a bare whisper. She was whimpering against me, her face buried in my neck, her fingers digging into my shoulders. 

I felt fingers running through my hair from behind, and Sandra's voice was whispering in my other ear, "It's Ok Peter, give it to her."

I pulled her down hard against my hips and erupted, grunting a loud "YES!" as I filled her, buried to the hilt, my shaft contracting repeatedly, blasting my juices into her. After several long moments, I gasped and settled back down to the couch, insanely content.




Summer Sucks!



My very first girl raised up enough to kiss me. I could taste the saltiness of her tears on my lips, and hoped I hadn't pushed the envelope too hard. Her first soft kiss was followed by a series of gentle pecks all over my face, ending with another deep soulful mouth exploration from her devilish tongue. 

When my new friend rolled off of me, the warm cloth cleaned me up once more, before I was helped to my feet. I was wary of being able to perform again after that blowout, but Sandra returned the robe to my shoulders and walked me to the door. 

Before I could leave, each of my ladies bestowed a kiss on me, and thanked me for the afternoon, already discussing with Sandra an opportunity for a repeat. I was tired but feeling immensely pleased with myself as I was guided out and back to the elevator. When I heard the door ding as it opened, Sandra removed my mask, before we stepped out onto her floor. 

She seemed a little embarrassed. "Sorry about the finish there. That usually doesn't happen, but it was a special occasion, and they are very special clients. I hope you're alright with it." She unlocked her door and led me in.

"More than Ok, Sandra. It was pretty spectacular," I told her. 

"Have a seat. Relax. We're done working for the day."

I sat back as directed, and she went to the bar, pouring us each a drink. She returned and passed me the high-ball. "I hope you won't tell on me, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, giving you alcohol and all." Her grin was contagious.

"I think this can be our little secret," I told her while sipping the bitter concoction. I thought about asking for something a little sweeter, maybe a rum and coke. Then again, I was a man now; maybe more manly drinks were the order of the day.

She passed me a folded up stack of bills. "The tips were excellent tonight. I expected no less. You were very, very good. I must admit, I had my concerns, but I was most pleased with your performance. For each party we have I'll pay you $100 plus all the tips you earn."

I looked down and saw the topmost bill was a hundred. Shit. I didn't earn that much money in a week sometimes.

Sandra moved closer to me, stroking my hair back. "What do you think? I know it's a little unorthodox, but shall we give this partnership a go?"

"I'd like nothing better in the whole world," I told her, realizing the drink wasn't so bitter after all. 

"We'll have two, maybe three parties a week. I'll try to give you at least a days notice before each one. I expect you to show up in plenty of time to prepare, and you'll typically be required to perform for an hour or more at each party. That can be one prolonged one, or several shorter ones, whatever you feel up to. That won't be a problem, will it?"

"Somehow, I don't think it will be."

"The days we work, I expect you to avoid masturbating, or participating in sex, before coming over. And don't expect the kind of finish we had tonight. Sometimes it'll be more difficult, some of our parties involve very inexperienced ladies, and occasionally we'll have several more. I'm confident that you'll be up to the challenge." Her hand was caressing me, and I was still a bit surprised when she leaned in and kissed me softly.

"Of course, if you feel that practice is in order, give me a call, and we'll see if we can't work something out occasionally. That is, only if you want to."

I pulled her face down to mine, and kissed her deeply, possessively. I released her and looked into those mesmerizing emerald eyes. "I think that would be wise. I know I could use the practice."

She grinned, hugely, and then crawled over me, pulling her skirt up to her hips, and exposing her bare skin underneath. She straddled me, and opened her shirt, taking it off and removing her bra, so her huge tits were in my face. I took a nipple in my mouth, tonguing it, checking off another first.

As she settled down onto my newest erection, I reckoned it was going to be one hell of a summer.

* * *

I stopped by to pick up Eric a little before four, and we headed down to get Darrell. I was a little irritated with Cathy, who'd called to tell me she couldn't make it to the beach. I felt like I was getting blown-off, but I realized I didn't really care. I didn't need her. Hell, Sandra was 10 times better looking, and had experience. And my best guess was that any of the women who'd been with me the night before would probably put her to shame.

Fuck her. I was a man now. 

We were talking about our summer plans, and I told them I'd taken over my brother's sales route, working about 1/2 time. Sandra hadn't said anything about keeping our business secret, but I felt it was implied. It would have been weird explaining it anyway.

There were easily 100 kids at the beach party. It was a school tradition, all the seniors heading down to Arrow point for a complete blowout. The police turned a blind eye to it, well aware there'd be a lot of underage drinking and partying going on, but traditions are traditions. In our town, half the cops had probably been in our shoes in the last dozen years or so.

Darrell had managed to get us a case of beer, and I had swiped a big bottle of tequila, a squeeze lemon and a salt shaker. Eric had a bottle 3/4 full of Vodka and a six-pack. At least we were reasonably prepared.

It was a sunny day, thankfully, and warm enough for the summer bathing suits to be out and in full play. Our classmates were in the water, some beach volleyball was going on, some Frisbee playing, but mostly guys and girls were just sitting around talking. The usual cliques were in play, which left us standing out in the cold. I looked around at the geeks, the jocks, the cool kids, the drama crowd, the rough crowd, and realized that even after graduating high school little had changed.

But I had.

We were carrying a cooler, with our partying supplies, and looking for a place to settle in. There'd be a big bonfire later, several, actually, and our best bet was to stake a claim around one of them. We knew the big fire was out of our league, but one of the 'satellite' fires should be Ok. Looking the groups over, we instantly recognized where we'd most like fit in, away from the toughs and Goths, and deeply entrenched with the geeks and general misfits. Darrel and I set down the cooler, breaking out a couple of beers and headed off to collect wood for the bonfire, while Eric protected our space. As if anyone else wanted it.

After a few armloads each, we felt like we'd contributed enough and settled in. Undoubtedly the most popular people in our area were the girls from the volleyball team. Why they'd picked our fire was a good question, but I wasn't about to complain, especially since they'd chosen to sit right next to us. 

I was hot and sweaty from collecting wood, and all three of us headed for the water to cool off and toss around a Nerf football. I peeled off my shirt, as did Eric. Darrell was, shall we say, extra-large, and never took off his shirt in public if he could help it.

The water helped a lot and the sun was low on the horizon when we got out and headed back to our place to dry off. I was still looking around the group, wondering what my chances were of getting together with any of the women. I saw one of the volleyball players, Anne Perkins, looking at me and giggling, whispering with one of her friends. I had broken out another beer when I saw them get up and walk over to me.

"Pete, right? You're in Algebra 2 with me," Anne said.

I was a little surprised she even knew my name. "Yeah. You're Anne Perkins."

She giggled. "Yes. I know that."

I felt myself blushing. 

"Could you spare a couple of beers for Teri and me?"

It all made sense now. I was a free liquor store. We had a modicum of value as long as the booze held out. 

I passed Anne the beer I'd just opened for myself, and got out two more, opening one and passing it to Teri, before opening my own. I took a deep slug from it. I was surprised the girls were still there, sipping from their cans. I'd expected them to leave as soon as they got their beer, only showing up when they needed more.

"You were in English Lit with me last year, weren't you?" Teri asked, smiling. 

If I didn't know better I'd have thought they were up to something. And you know what? I didn't know better.

"Yeah, and Spanish II."

"That's right!" she said perking up. "You sat in the back."

Anne leaned forward and touched my chest. "Nice birthmark." Both girls burst out in giggles.

I have a birthmark that looks almost like a thumbprint over my left nipple. Mom used to say it was where God touched me. Right.

I sat on the cooler, waiting to see what other witticisms they had for me. I was willing to take it, just to be talking to them. They were tall, both nearly 6', Teri the taller of the two, and were wearing bikinis that left little to the imagination. They had long firm legs that were the things dreams and fantasies were made of. Anne sat down next to me on the cooler, and Teri dragged over a log to sit on. 

"How come you never come to our games?" Anne asked.

I didn't have the heart to tell them I'd been to nearly every one. "I made a couple. You guys are really good. You going to play in college?" Teri had been one of the stars, a bit hitter, who'd led our team to the county championship. 

"Oklahoma," Teri said. "I got a sports scholarship."

"Wow, that's great!" I told her. 

"I'm headed there as well, but I think my volleyball days are over." Anne confessed.

"That's too bad. You were fun to watch."

"I bet," she said with a smile.

At least they were nice enough to spend a few minutes chatting before disappearing, I thought. "Any plans for the summer?"

"Just hanging out. How about you? Summer job lined up?"

I saw the girls look at each other and giggle again. Why did I feel like I was being set up?

"My brother's old job. It's a sales job. Pretty dull." 

"Dull? Really?" Teri asked, snorting. The girls were almost doubled over, trying to keep from laughing.

"Ok, what's up? What's so funny?" I asked.

They finally calmed down a bit. Anne turned toward me and placed her hand on my chest. She traced my birthmark with her finger. "Nice. Birthmark."

I was so damned confused. Did she really get off on birthmarks?

She stood and held her hand out. "C'mon, let's go for a walk." 

I took her hand in mine, and walked down to the beach with her.

"So what's the deal with my birthmark," I asked, gently, not wanting this sports goddess to let go of my hand.

"I've only seen one other like it."

"Really?"

"Yep. So is your summer job really dull?" 

"Can't really say. I've only been working at it since yesterday."

"That's funny. That other birthmark I saw? That was yesterday too."

Oh shit. 

"Was it really dull?"

Shit, shit, shit. My hand suddenly felt cold and clammy in hers. 

"Because my cousin Teri didn't find it dull at all."

I stopped walking. She turned and faced me, her hand once more moving up and gently stopping on my chest. 

"It wasn't dull at all. But you know how it is. It's not the kind of thing you talk about."

"Who knows about it? Your weird friends?"

"Hell no! Nobody. Just me and Sandy, and my brother. And I guess you two, now."

"God, I was sooo jealous of Teri last night," she said moving closer, her other hand moving below my waist. "But the party was for her, after all."

"Do you have parties like that often?"

"It was only my third, and her first. But I'm hoping there'll be lots more."

My eyes were right around the level of her chin, and I couldn't help but see as she ran her tongue over her lips. "So who was best?" she asked.

"Best? Are you kidding? It was all so incredible."

"C'mon. Somebody was best." She turned and took my hand in hers, leading us further away from the party behind us, the sun almost fully set. The heat was radiating up from the sand, making it warm under our feet. 

"Well, your aunt, the woman on the end, was pretty damned talented. But to be honest, when you took me in your mouth, all the way, my head almost exploded."

I was rewarded with a giggle. "Now that's what I like to hear." We walked hand in hand a bit longer. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No." Not after tonight anyway.

"Would you like to have one?" She was turning off the beach, and stepping over the rocks.

We stopped in an area of sand, away from all prying ears and eyes. I turned her around and pulled her close. "Are you offering?"

"Maybe."

"I'm interviewing." I told her, more confidently than I would ever have imagined possible.

"Is there a test involved?"

"Yes, but I'm quite certain you can pass with flying colors."

"Ok, Mr. Borman. I'd like to submit my application."

I stepped back and slid off my shorts, letting my hard-on escape. Anne dropped to her knees in the sand, pulling her long hair to the side, and took my cock in her mouth. Damn. She was better than I recalled.

I closed my eyes, drifting back to the previous evening, and her attentions. As she got more aggressive, I opened my eyes and looked down at her. She was so pretty in the twilight, her beautiful face looking so perfect with my cock in it. It was wonderful.

I was a little disappointed when she pulled away. Only for a second. Then she was pulling off her bikini bottom, and turning around, leaning over a rock, her delicious ass facing me. That same full round ass I'd seen wrapped in those skin-tight volleyball shorts game after game. 

I slid up behind her, rubbing my cock against her wetness. 

"Part two of the interview?" she asked.

"You've passed the interview. I suspected you would. This is your welcome to the job training." I pushed inside of her, squeezing my cock into her overwhelming tightness. It took several moments to slowly work my way up inside of her, until I finally filled her completely. She moaned loudly.

"Are you Ok?" I asked. 

"Just be gentle, alright?"

I eased in and out of her for a minute or so until she got used to me, and picked up the pace. Holding her hips I thrust harder inside of her, moving her back and forth. I could hear her wetness, as I was finally able to move smoothly inside of her.

"Jesus, Anne, you feel incredible." I told her, stopping to take a breather, while I fondled her firm butt cheeks.

"Better than Teri?" 

"Better than anything. I could fuck you forever."

"Then you better get to it." She wiggled her hips for me, before moving back and forth on my cock.

I pushed her legs apart a little more, lowering her, and started pounding her hard. 

"God, right there, right there. Don't stop."

There was little chance of that. I held her hips in my hands and fucked my gorgeous new girlfriend for all I was worth. She was groaning almost continuously.

"I'm almost there," I warned her.

"Not yet, please, just a little more," she gasped.

I could almost hear Sandra's words: "Restraint is the difference."

I long stroked her, full deep strokes, listening to her reactions, the depth of her moans, until I felt it. She was coming for me, gasping. The first girl to come for me. It was too much and I slammed into her, coming hard. I came so much I was aching, never wanting it to stop. 

My legs were betraying me, about to collapse, and I moved away leaning back against one of the larger rocks. Anne came to me, dressed only in her bikini top and climbed into my arms. I lifted her chin and we kissed. Finally. For the first time.

"That was wonderful," she said softly.

"Incredible."

"Better than I'd ever dreamed."

I smiled, my ego kicking in. "So I was the best, huh?"

"Best and only," she said softly, her lips sealing mine. 

Only? That was something I hadn't expected. Especially from a girl who could suck like that.

A few minutes later I was helping her find her bottoms in the dark, and we carefully made our way back to the beach. Her hand felt natural in mine.

She quizzed me on my college plans and I confessed I was headed to Quad-C for a year. 

"You should transfer to OU next year," she said.

"I'd like that."

"You know, when we get back, Teri's going to want to go for a walk too."

"Teri? Who's Michael?" I asked, remembering the comments from the night before.

"Her fiancé, but he's not here right now, and you are."

"I thought, you and me..."

"We are. You and me. But she is my cousin. And besides, it's not like you haven't already."

"You're really Ok with that?"

"For tonight, at least." She stopped. "You don't have to, you know."

"I'm pretty happy with just you," I told her.

"What about your new 'job'?"

I hadn't really thought of that. "That's mostly just blow-jobs. Last night was unusual, or so Sandra says."

"So let her give you a blow-job."

"Uh...Ok, I guess."

"Is that so hard a decision," she laughed.

"I just don't want to mess up what we have."

"Peter. We have one evening between us so far. It's Ok. For tonight. Whatever you want to do. The rest is for me and my cousin to work out. Alright?"

I stopped and took her in my arms, still about 50 feet from the fire. I kissed her hard. "Whatever you want, for now, is cool by me."

We walked into the bonfire ring, our arms around each other's waists. The fire was blazing and the warmth was welcome against my skin. The smell of the burning wood was intense.

Teri was chatting with Eric and stood up when we arrived. She grabbed Anne by the hand and pulled her away from the fire for some girl talk. I was thirsty and dug into the cooler, while my buddies stared at me.

"Spill, dude. What's up?" Eric asked.

"Anne and I have a lot in common. I guess you can say we're going out." I told them, hitting the beer again.

"What the fuck! How do you rate?" Darrell asked.

"I just do."

"Shit!" Eric groaned. "God, she's incredible."

I smiled. "Yes she is."

The girls came back hand-in-hand laughing. Then Teri pulled away from her cousin, my new girlfriend, and grabbed my hand. "Let's go for a walk."

"Just a sec." I opened the cooler and pulled out the Tequila, salt and lemon juice. I pulled her over. "Lay down a second. I always wanted to do a body shot."

She looked at me with surprise in her eyes, and I was afraid I had pushed things too far, too quickly, until she smiled and leaned back.

Anne grabbed the supplies from me. "I get to set it up."

Fine by me.

She leaned over her cousin, sprinkling salt just above her bikini bottoms before filling Teri's naval with the tequila. I leaned down, gave her a long lick where the salt was and moved up to slurp the tequila out of her belly-button. She giggled while I licked her. I stood and took a squirt from the squeeze lemon. You know what? I like body shots.

Teri started to sit up and Anne pushed her back down. "My turn, cuz." She passed me the fixin's and I gave her the same setup. I was already getting hard again by the time she was finishing licking her cousin's belly dry.

She took the bottle from me, and started the preparations again. "Thirsty, Eric?"

"Hell yeah," he laughed, taking his shot from the surprised cutie laid out in front of us. 

By that time we had attracted a bit of a scene, including several of the volleyball teammates. I helped Teri up and was amazed to see the setter, a cute little redhead, lay down on the cooler. Anne was in control of the shots, and as Teri and I walked down the beach I heard her give Darrell the go ahead. 

Those guys were going to owe me. Big Time.

We walked in silence for a bit, hearing the laughter and applause echo down the beach. The party was really taking off. And I had started it. Yep. Me. Mister Joe not-so-average.

"So how was I?" Teri asked timidly.

"Just now?"

"No, silly. Last night."

"Incredible. Completely mind-shattering. You were my first you know."




Summer Sucks!



"You too." She gave my hand a little squeeze. "You can keep a secret right?"

"Absolutely."

"Good. 'Cause Michael can never know."

"He'll never hear it from me."

"Cool. So you and Anne are a 'thing' now?"

"Blows the mind."

She giggled. "That not all that was blown, I hear."

I chuckled. "Yeah, that too."

She was leading me over the rocks for some privacy. I followed along cheerfully.

"Pretty cool job," she said turning around and leaning over for a kiss.

We were far enough from the fire that we could barely hear their ruckus. Which was good, if she was half as loud as she'd been the night before. As soon as our lips parted she was on her knees, pulling my swim shorts down.

Cool job? The best fucking job in the world. It was only day two, but it was lining up to be a pretty spectacular summer.

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Summer Sues



It had been an interesting summer, but now it was over. I had come down here to teach a couple of courses at the college and had stayed in the home of old friends, Bob and Mary Kane, who were spending their summer in Europe. It was a big old house, rather secluded, on the edge of town, with a nice, enclosed indoor swimming pool that Bob and Mary had wanted me to keep up while they were away.  They would be back in a couple of days and I was about to pack up my things to return to my regular teaching job in Chicago.

My courses had been full of bright young teens, more than half of them sexy girls that made my cock get hard just looking at them. They all wanted ‘A’s, of course, so they flirted a lot and I admit that I did little to discourage them. There were two 19-year olds, however, that particularly came on to me. Coincidentally, they both went by the name of Sue, although actually one was Suzanne and the other Susan. Suzanne especially had gone out of her way to get close to me this summer.  This was all the more surprising since she was engaged to be married and the wedding was to be right after the summer session was over in August. She would run into me in places like the library stacks and rub her lovely body against mine as she smiled seductively. I was aware that my behavior was unethical, but I couldn’t help but respond by running my hand along her ass or “accidentally” rubbing a hand over her small but firm breasts. My cock would be huge on such occasions and she would look at my crotch bulge and grin as if to say, “I want to suck that!” 

Then one day she stopped by my office, closing the door behind her and coming right around behind my desk and plopping herself down on my lap. “I’ll do anything for an ‘A’,” she declared. 

I smiled at her and said, “Try studying harder.” Her response to that was to throw her arms around me and kiss me, her tongue darting between my lips and running along my teeth and then shooting in and out as if to fuck my mouth. I could not resist this assault. She felt wonderful as my hands roamed over her lithe body, pinching her tits and her ass as she continued to tongue fuck my mouth. I returned the pleasure, pushing my own tongue deep into her mouth in a kiss that lasted and lasted and lasted. 

When finally our mouths separated she looked deeply into my eyes and said, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you.” Then, without blinking an eye, she slid off my lap and onto the floor between my legs, as her fingers deftly found the fly on my trousers and ripped it open, allowing my swollen, stiff cock to spring out before her face. Her mouth opened wide and closed over my cockhead, her tongue swirling around it and bringing it quickly to even greater erection. Her fingers found my balls and caressed them gently as her mouth and tongue fucked my cock. It felt so wonderful; I was totally aroused, and my hands closed over her head as I shoved my cock forward, fucking her mouth until I came. I finger fucked her ears and moaned with ecstasy as my cock rose to orgasm and finally spurted its creamy cum into her throat and all over her face in an burst of orgasmic energy that completely overcame me as I shuddered in ecstasy and fulfillment.

As she rose from the floor my fingers found her their way under her skirt and inside of her panties to her pussy and I began to finger fuck her, two fingers in her cunt and my thumb massaging her clit. She pressed her cum-covered face against mine and kissed me again as she moaned with pleasure until she herself enjoyed orgasm from my finger fucking.

She conquered me completely this summer. There were other sessions in my office, and it became increasingly obvious to anyone who cared to notice that there was something going on between us. We would sometimes have lunch together. We would walk around the campus together, often touching each other intimately. I was became carelessly indiscreet and my hands would stroll over her ass or tits in public. The first time I fucked her was in the back of my car when we parked one night in the cemetery overlooking the town. Eventually, she began to come to my house at night for skinny dipping in the pool and some really wonderful sex. Her fiancé, a young instructor in the Chemistry Department, was the only one who seemed to be oblivious to our affair. One of my colleagues in the English department made a point of telling me that I should be more discreet. I didn’t really pay much attention. Suzanne told me she was just having one last fling and just wanted me to teach her everything I knew about sex so she would be ready for her marriage. I knew I was wrong to carry on like this with a student, but she was just too good to leave alone. Basically, she had me by the pecker and I was loving it.

Susan meanwhile (the other Sue) also paid more than average attention to me during the summer session, although she was not nearly so explicit or forward as Suzanne. She had a beautiful body, better stacked than Suzanne’s, with large firm breasts and a tight sexy ass that wiggled oh-so-seductively when she walked. She didn’t hesitate to tell me on several occasions that she though I was too friendly with the other Sue and that I should pay more attention to my other students, too. But I never had any sexual relationship with Susan during the session, beyond exchanging some suggestive glances and being fairly obvious that I was sometimes undressing her in my mind as my eyes grazed over her body.

With the session over, Suzanne got married the day after the session ended. I wasn’t invited to the wedding, not surprisingly. The newlyweds, I knew, were off to Hawaii for their honeymoon. Early the next evening, after supper, as I was beginning to pack up my things, the telephone rang and it was Susan. She said she wanted to speak to me and would it be OK if she came by the house in a little while. I was puzzled as to what she might want--perhaps a letter of recommendation or something–but I thought it might be pleasant to have her there for awhile, so I quickly said, “Sure, c’mon over,” and gave her directions. After we hung up, I had some second thoughts, thinking she might want to debate her grade or something unpleasant. I had given her a ‘B,’ which she deserved, but Suzanne had received ab ‘A.’ She was a very bright student and had earned that quite apart from her sexual favors.

Sue arrived about fifteen minutes later, dressed elegantly in high heels, stockings, and a black silk blouse and skirt that enhanced her figure and caused the blood to surge into my penis as soon as I laid eyes on her. I felt a little underdressed in my khaki shorts and tee shirt. We came into the living room and I asked her to sit down. The subtle, vanilla fragrance of her perfume aroused my nostrils and made me think about getting her clothes off and eating her cunt. She chose a large armchair and I asked her if she would like something to drink, saying I was going to have a beer. She rejected the offer of a beer, but said she’d like iced tea or a diet coke instead. As I went to the kitchen for the drinks she kicked off her shoes and curled her legs up under her in the armchair, as if, I thought, she planned to stay awhile.

I returned in a moment and after taking a pull on my beer asked her what she wanted to talk to me about. She seemed rather nervous and wiggled around in her chair quite a bit, as she began to talk about the course, how much she enjoyed it, and whether I might be teaching at the college again soon. She said she would be graduating this coming year anyway so she might not be here when I came back.  I got the impression that she was beating around the bush, hesitant to get to the point. Or perhaps she was simply waiting for me to take the lead.

I tried to put her at ease, telling her that I thought she had done well in the course and that it was a very pleasant place to teach, and how much I had enjoyed knowing her, etc. She kept moving around as we chatted and eventually moved off the armchair and onto the floor, her long beautiful legs stretching out before her seductively. She was sitting with her back against the sofa on which I was seated, her long black curls flowing over her neck and onto the seat next to me. I instinctively reached out and put my hand behind her head and caressed the back of her neck beneath her locks.

“Oh, that feels good,” she said, “you can rub my back, too.” 

I complied and as she obviously enjoyed it she began to chat more openly and particularly began to ask me about my relationship with Suzanne. 

“You were having sex with her, weren’t you?” she eventually asked me.

I was noncommital, essentially telling her it wasn’t any of her business. 

“But you could get in a lot of trouble fucking your students, you know,” she declared. 

“What makes you think I was fucking Suzanne? She as about to get married, you know.” I queried, somewhat amused now.

“I think it was pretty obvious, “ she retorted.

She had shifted her body again and now lay face down on the carpet. I lowered myself to sit beside her on the floor while I continued to rub her back, my hands roaming closer and closer to her lovely ass. She didn’t object when one of them stroked over one of her ass cheeks, pinching it ever so slightly.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Is that why you came here tonight?” I boldly asked her now.

“Is that what you want to do?” she replied after some hesitation. 

“Well, I’ll bet you would be a pretty good fuck.”

“As good as Sue?” she asked cattily.

I smiled as I began to rub her ass more purposefully. “Maybe better, who knows?”

Suddenly she sat up and said, “I don’t think we’d better go there, professor.”

“You can call me Ted. Our class is over.” She appeared to have rejected the sex idea absolutely, although I couldn’t be sure. God, she was lovely to look at. I thought of a new approach. “Would you like to go for a swim? The Kanes have a nice indoor pool in the back.” 

She thought for a moment, and then said, “Sounds like fun, but I didn’t bring my bikini.” And then, after a moment’s hesitation, “Perhaps Mrs. Kane has one here I could use.”

“I don’t think we’d better paw through Mrs. Kane’s clothing, Sue, but don’t worry, we can skinny dip.” As I said that I stood up and offered her my hand for her to rise as well.  “That’s what I always do here anyway, and I’m going to do it now, whether you come or not.” I didn’t give her a chance to protest. Instead I walked toward back through the dining area and through the kitchen to the door to the pool. 

“Now wait a minute. . . ,” I heard her say, but she followed me out onto the deck around the pool. I was already barefoot and now pulled my tee shirt up over my head. Without further hesitation I unbuckled my shorts and let them fall to the deck, revealing a huge erection within my jockey shorts. 

There was no turning back for me now, so I quickly stepped out of the jockeys and moved to the edge of the pool, turning back towards her just briefly so that she could see my stiff sex pistol jutting straight outward from my crotch. I then plunged into the pool and when I surfaced I called to her, “Come on in, the water’s lovely!”

She looked perplexed and it was easy to tell she was struggling with her decision. Then she shrugged heavily and smiled broadly, saying “Oh, why not?” She fumbled with the buttons on her blouse and as it fell open she looked up and shouted to me, “Don’t look! Turn around.” 

I reluctantly complied, diving under the water and skimming below the surface to the other side of the pool. Coming up there, I cheated and peeked a look back and saw that she had sat down on a bench alongside the pool. Her blouse and skirt were gone and she was removing her pantyhose. Then only her bra and panties were left. She looked up again and I quickly plunged beneath the water.  Before I surfaced her long silhouette knifed into the water and amid churning water and bubbles her long creamy shape passed near me. My head popped above the surface to see her a few feet away, treading water, her angelic face framed between her long jet black locks of hair. Her eyes twinkled at me as she turned and swam away from me, but I quickly overtook her and ran my fingers along the length of her silky body. We swam and splashed about for several minutes, touching and feeling each other playfully. Our bodies rubbed against each other more often until in 5 feet of water we found ourselves with Sue against the side of the pool and myself directly in front of her, my body pressing against her, my hard cock upright against her belly. My fingers clutched at her ass, then roved upward along her ribs to her breasts. I pinched a nipple in each hand. She didn’t resist. Instead her head turned upward to my face and our lips met in a long, wet kiss, as our tongues played with each other and explored the space between our lips and teeth. As I kneaded her hard, stiff nipples I could feel her pelvis push toward me, wanting me, wanting my hard, stiff penis inside of her.

My hands dropped once more to her buttocks and I lifted her easily in the water. Her tits rose above the surface and my mouth closed over one of them hungrily. I sucked and chewed on her nipple and could feel her soft moaning with pleasure at the sensation it gave her. She was mine. With a hand beneath each ass cheek I lifted her higher, until the head of my hard, stiff cock found its way against her pussy. Now I lowered her gently as her cunt welcomed the penetration of my cock into its warm, sleek passage. Her legs spread and wrapped around my torso as the cockhead slid easily into her hot love tunnel, well-lubricated with her passion juice.

Yet almost immediately my penis went no further, stopped, I realized, by her hymen. I was about to pop her cherry and a new wave of excitement churned through my body. My cock throbbed with new hardness. I held her firmly by her ass cheeks and now pulled her down sharply as I rammed my steel-stiff cock upward . She screamed out in obvious pain, but then my cock surged upward as her pussy slipped down around it.

“Are you alright, baby?” I asked her.

Her face had contorted with the pain, but now changed to a manifestation of pleasure. “Yes, I’m fine. It hurt just for a moment.” She continued to slide down around my long, hard shaft until it had fully penetrated her tight cunt. It felt magnificent, the vaginal walls massaging my cock as I began to rock her up and down with waves of pleasure accompanying each stroke of my penis. It slid easily within her cunt. Her head fell back as she moaned and pressed her cunt against me. I continued to lift and drop her over my cock, as we fucked with the rhythm of the water as it splashed against us.

“Oh, Gawd, this is wonderful. Fuck me, fuck me. I love this,” Sue panted in rapture. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Keep fucking me forever.”  

“Oooooooooooooooooooooh,” she moaned, and I could feel her cunt grow warmer and wetter, her vaginal muscles contracting as she began her orgasm. My own balls were tingling and I could feel the jism surging up into my hard shift. We came together as my semen spurted in waves up into her abdomen. She seemed to faint, becoming totally silent and with a far away look on her face for a long time until finally we separated and she opened her eyes and smiled. “That was divine,” she said.

“Yes, it was,” was all I could reply. A few drops of cum and blood floated on the surface, proof that it had not been a dream. We embraced again, then swam easily around the pool for awhile, cooling down after our passionate copulation.

We climbed out of the pool. She exhibited no modesty now as she displayed her dripping body in all its loveliness. “I want more of that,” she said coquettishly. I pulled a towel from a shelf and flipped it to her as I grabbed one myself and began to dry off.

“Its bedtime,” I said.

Moments later I was in the bedroom waiting for young Sue to emerge from the bathroom. I could hear the hair dryer blowing and guessed it might take her awhile to dry all that hair on her head. I was still contemplating what might occur next, my thoughts keeping my cock strong and erect, when the bathroom door finally opened and Sue emerged naked and dry. She hopped onto the bed with me on all fours and immediately focused on my rigid cock. “I want to suck your cock,” she said unashamedly.

I lay on my back and caressed her head as she lowered it over my shaft, first running her tongue around the ring of my cockhead and then slowly up and down each side of the pink and purple rod. I spread my legs wide to give her full access to my balls as her tongue lathered over them and brought my cock up to a new plateau of stiffness. He mouth opened and she swallowed my cock, deep into her throat with more expertise than I would have expected from a virgin. As her mouth and tongue fucked my cock, my fingers roamed over her body, pinching her nipples, then finding her pussy. My thumb dipped into wet, pink tunnel, while my longest finger probed her rectum. I squeezed both fingers together and finger fucked both her ass and her cunt at the same time.  Her cocksucking skill was phenomenal, and her own excitement seemed to grow with each stroke. She told me later that she had learned a lot by reading the stories on sexstoriespost.com. She moved her body to straddle me in 69 fashion and I eagerly licked and penetrated her cunt with my tongue, while still keeping my fingers there and in her asshole. My tongue found her swollen clitoris and I sucked it between my teeth, licking it feverishly with my tongue and feeling the tiny squirts of her sweet juice in my mouth. Once again we came together, as she deftly swallowed my cum that surged into her mouth and throat. 

My cock had shriveled to half its erect size, but it now rose again as Sue begged me to fuck her again. How could I refuse this lusty nymph. I pulled her ass up on her knees at the edge of the bed and stood beside it as I guided my again-erect cock into her pussy, doggie style. Her cunt was still tight, but wonderfully warm and slippery and I rammed it deep into her body as she pushed her ass back against me. Her head was face down on the bed, covered with her thick black hair, and with my cock firmly implanted in her cunt I reached forward with my fingers to massage her nipples as I stroked my cock in and out of her cunt. There was no hurry now. I moved it in and out very slowly, savoring every centimeter of friction between my massive cock and her tight cunt muscles. The pleasure was exquisite for me, and she moaned with rapture as each stroke brought her pleasures she had never known before. In time, however, my own excitement grew again and I picked up the pace, stroking her faster and harder, the electricity in my cock rippling back through my whole body in wonderful shudders of sensation. The jism was boiling again in my balls and I knew I would soon cum again, squirting my creamy semen into this lovely creature. She, too, became more excited, demanding more and more. “OH YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. DON’T STOP, KEEP IT UP, MORE, MORE,” she screamed. “Oh Gawd, I’ve died and gone to heaven!,” she screamed. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming again. Keep on fucking me. Don’t stop. DON’T EVER STOP!”  Then her whole body went as rigid as my cock and I felt her cumming again, her hot juices flooding over my cumming cock. 

I was overcome with passion for this woman. I withdrew my limp cock, glistening with our love juices, and pressed my mouth hard against her pussy, fucking her again with my tongue and sucking our juices from her cunt. The taste and fragrance of her pussy simply made me horny again, turning me on to want more and more of her body. Finally I pulled my mouth away from her cunt and rolled her over on her back. My cock had hardened again and I rammed it into her cunt, pulling her legs up over my shoulders as I pumped her hard in a frenzy of sexual energy that did not stop until we had cum again. 




Summer Sues



Exhausted, I rolled over on my back and lay beside her. She turned and kissed my face all over, her tongue licking me and caressing my ears, my nose, my neck and then nibbling on the nipples on my hairy chest. Her hand found my cock and caressed it back into a new erection. She straddled me and lowered her pussy down onto the stiff shaft. In this position my cock reached deep, deep into her cunt and she rocked up and down stimulating new energy in my loins. I thrust my pelvis upward in harmony with her own rhythmic rocking on my cock. I wasn’t sure I could cum again, but the sight of this beautiful girl riding my cock reinvigorated my balls and I could feel the sensitive vibrations in my cockhead that signaled the approaching jism. Once more I exploded as she enjoyed yet another orgasm before we collapsed together on the bed. 

At some point I fell asleep. When I awoke she was gone. And my summer of Sues had ended.



Summer Sunshine



Hi Folks, First off a warning. This is a very long story so those of you with short attention spans might want to pass this one by. I haven't done a long one in a while and this one felt good. Those of you who don't really like long stories should realize that you read them all the time. Any time you read one of those three part stories that have five pages in each part you've done it. The only difference is that I don't believe in making you wait three weeks to get to the ending. You can however read part of the story and spread it out over the course of a week or so. Or as I said just wait until next week for a shorter one...Maybe. Anyway,thanks as ususual to Mikothebaby for her editing skill and for helping along with some help from AK86 to really shape the story. I had a very different ending in mind and at least one scene that grossed both of them out. Any way get out the popcorn and settle down in front of the fireplace, here we go.SS06

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Clara

My mind wandered as I looked into the eyes of the attractive, exotic young man above me. It was a strange time to be thinking about other things. His tanned skin and exotic eyes alone should have been enough to keep my interest, but it somehow wasn't the case. As his sweat dripped down onto me and my body finally began to respond, I was imagining another face.

I stifled a laugh and Stephen thought that it had something to do with what we were doing. Alone in my own little world, I zoned out on the other face in my mind. The laugh had come from the irony of the situation. I must be the only woman in the world who, while being fucked by a twenty four year old medical student from India, imagines the face of her own forty five year old husband.

"Oh, shit," Stephen moaned. His voice was high pitched and with the stress of him attempting to stave off and intensify his pleasure, it sounded almost feminine.

My own body was beginning to signal its own impending climax. I felt a tingle in my vaginal area. At my age, and with the amount of experience I'd gathered over the years, I knew that it wouldn't be a very big one.

Yet, any orgasm at all was better than none. Stephen was getting close to the point of no return. His face lost a lot of its attractiveness with his features scrunched together with his attempts not to cum before I did.

Again, through all of his grunting and slamming his pelvis into mine, I was distracted. I kept thinking back to those frenzied first days of my courtship with my husband, when we would have sex, whenever and wherever we could.

We did it in cars, bathrooms, darkened theaters and wherever we could have even a few moments of at least semi-privacy.

I smiled as my mind went back to those times before my daughter was born. She's old enough that I'm sure she's doing this with someone herself, I thought. Then I laughed again thinking about that. I may have carried her in my womb, but she was Blake's daughter through and through.

There, I'd done it. I'd gone and ruined everything. Just my mental mentioning of my husband's name and the guilt over what I was doing, threatened to overwhelm me. That guilt that I'd thought I had long since banished, manifested itself as a lump in my throat and a sudden darkening of my features that Stephen misread as even more lust.

Even months into our relationship, surprisingly, Stephen had no idea of what motivated me or how I actually felt about anything. But realistically, there was, no matter how I tried to spin it, no emotional connection between us.

I guess I wanted to imagine myself as a timeless beauty that had enthralled him to the point where he'd do anything for me. I wanted to believe that our love would span the decades between our ages and our differences wouldn't matter. But it was hard to do when I didn't love him and I was sure he didn't love me.

In reality, he probably thought that I was just some old woman who let him fuck her. I was also rich enough that I could help to subsidize a starving medical student without it causing me any financial strain.

The guilt came back as I realized that even the money I gave him wasn't something I earned. My husband provided a very good standard of living for his family. So, in actuality, he was paying for this young man to fuck me. I felt bad about that.

It was a terrible thing to do to a man who loved me so much. But I didn't feel bad enough to stop doing it. Stephen was probably my third or fourth of these summer flings. They didn't really mean anything to me. They were really just a way for me to pass the time.

Stephen was winding down. It wasn't that he lacked in aerobic fitness. After all, he'd been humping away at me for over thirty minutes. I guess it probably could have been decent sex if I'd actually let myself get into it.

The problem was, that as good as it could have been; it was only sex. For all of Stephen's youthful exuberance, our connection was only physical. The more important emotional link just wasn't there. Surprisingly, I could only feel that type of connection with the man who owned me body and soul.

Blake had earned the right to do anything he wanted with any part of my body. He had loved me and lived with me before the man plunging his dick into my pussy had even been born. His sperm had knocked me up before Stephen could walk or talk.

Blake had cared for me when I was sick and been with me through thick and thin for over twenty years. I love Blake, he's everything to me. Unfortunately, Blake is so concerned with his career that he doesn't understand that we've been drifting apart. 

In fact, it's been more than a year since he made love to me. That was what I was thinking about as Stephen jumped and pumped away atop me. Blake, though very gentle with me, got deeper inside of both my body and my mind. It was as if my entire body was aroused instead of just my pussy.

Everything I did with Blake was purely involuntary. I could always feel myself just opening up to accept his seed. My pussy pulsed and fluttered when he came inside me. My breasts expanded and pulsed and my nipples got so much longer and fatter that they hurt.

Thinking about Blake even now sped up my heart beat and started my hips to moving. Naturally, Stephen thought he'd done it. "That's it baby. Throw that pussy at me," he growled. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard."

I looked at my watch and realized that I needed to hurry up or I'd be late for lunch.

I wrapped my legs around Stephen's waist and started rubbing his back. "Oh fuck baby," he said. "That feels so fucking good."

Stephen clutched at my large breasts and started sucking on them as he pumped his semen into me. He started moaning uncontrollably as he shot.

His warm sperm coating my insides reminded me again of Blake and depressed me even more. All of my desire faded. To avoid a nasty scene and hours of recrimination that I had no time for, I moaned loudly and let my legs flail for a moment. I looked into Stephen's beautiful eyes and sighed as I noticed that they were mere pools of vacant darkness.

I felt another pang of guilt as I realized that even though he had spent himself in my body, there was truly no love written there. Even as he prepared to speak, I wondered how much longer we could sustain this pretense that our relationship meant anything.

To him, again, I was just some older woman he fucked for occasional monetary gifts. To be truthful, it wasn't always money. I'd sometimes paid for books, tuition, food and even a stethoscope. I think he liked it better when I bought him something he needed instead of just giving him cash. I think giving him money made him feel like he was a whore.

On my part, he was just a living vibrator. I used him to provide the pleasure I wasn't getting from Blake. I guess using him was a form of cowardice. Instead of confronting Blake and getting him to talk about the problems in our marriage, it was easier to get at least some semblance of what I needed from Stephen.

Stephen rolled off of me and lay down beside me. He reached out a hand onto my tummy. It was a lover's gesture. I thought it was nice until I remembered where it had come from. I'd placed his hand there after he'd had me the first few times. I smiled as I thought about it and mentally compare him to training a puppy. He wasn't doing it because he wanted to. It was a conditioned response. He wanted something from me and he thought that touching my expanding waist would make me happy.

I'd gotten the gesture from Blake. He always loved touching me all over when we were done. He continued doing it until he was ready to have me again. Every part of my body meant something to him. He would spoon against me and rub or stroke every part of me until I cried out for him and begged him to take me again.

Stephen, on the other hand, was simply reaching out from across the bed and touching my tummy. It was almost like since he'd gotten some pussy, he was sick of me and wanted to be away from me until he wanted some more. On the other hand, he needed to be nice to me to make sure he got something and also to make sure he would be back for a return visit. We were both pathetic.

Now was the awkward stage that, with my husband, would have been the best part. Right now Blake and I would be basking in the afterglow and thinking about how much we loved each other. Instead of that, I smiled as I watched Stephen squirm. An old joke says that eternity is the time between when a man cums and the woman leaves. Stephen was suffering for an eternity at that moment. And to be truthful, a part of me enjoyed watching him suffer.

The part of me wanting to see him suffer was my guilt. Through all of my little flings or affairs, I'd always felt guilty and felt like a whore when the sex was over. But Stephen, who sat there waiting for me to offer him something, yet not wanting to have to ask, was far more the whore than I'd ever be.

I broke my marriage vows because of loneliness and boredom. Stephen put out for a woman old enough to be his mother for mere money.

I decided to rattle his cage a bit. "Are you coming to lunch in the restaurant downstairs with my friends and me, Stephen?" I asked cheerfully. His dark skin paled at least a couple of shades.

"That would be wonderful," he smiled. His accent made even that common phrase seem romantic and special. "Unfortunately, I must be at the hospital soon."

His expression spoke of his deep regret. If he regretted spending any time in public with me so badly, I wondered why he had never taken me up on any offer I'd ever made him. I decided to end the farce.

"I thought about you before I got here, honey," I said, smiling. "I left you an envelope on the table by my purse,"

His flurry of activity surprised even me. He looked at his watch and pretended he hadn't been aware of the time. He dressed without even taking a shower. Wherever he was going, he'd be taking the smell of my pussy and our sex with him. He grabbed his belongings without ever looking at the envelope. We both knew what it contained. He kissed me on the cheek and snatched the rest of his things including the envelope so quickly that there was a draft created in the room as he closed the door behind him.

As if it was an afterthought, he shouted through the locked door, "Call me later, my love."

Get the fuck out of here, I thought. At that moment, I was more disgusted with him than I was with myself. But I knew I'd call him again. I still wanted to use his dick even if I had no use for the rest of him.

I showered and dressed, taking time to make sure my makeup was perfect as usual. My next audience was far more particular about the way I looked than Stephen had ever been. Mention the devil and he appears, I thought as Stephen came back into the room. "I'm sorry, my love," he said. "I forgot my car keys. You look wonderful. I haven't displeased you have I?"

"Why would you ask me something so silly, Stephen?" I asked.

"It's just that you have made yourself so beautiful and..." he hesitated. "Perhaps before, when we were in bed you seemed to be...somewhere else."

"Oh my," said a shock filled voice. I looked out through the door that Stephen had left open and into the eyes of one of the ladies I was supposed to be having lunch with in a few moments.

Her cry wasn't actually surprise. It was meant to let me know that she'd seen and heard the exchange between Stephen and me. She nodded at me and quickly hurried away before I could even begin to formulate some sort of lie or cover story.

Twenty minutes later, after Stephen had headed for his car and I'd ridden the elevator down to the restaurant level, I joined a group of my oldest and deadliest friends at the same table we always met at to gossip and plan out a party or gathering for some charity or other. After all, that is what bored, rich women were supposed to do wasn't it?

As I scanned the table, I could see that Lisa Caldwell, the woman who had inadvertently seen me in the room a few moments earlier, had a disproportionately satisfied smirk on her face.

I was sure the situation with Lisa would turn out in one of two ways. Either she'd bring up what she'd seen earlier, during our lunch as a way to embarrass me publicly, or she'd wait until we were alone. If she waited until we were alone, it meant that she wanted something from me and it might be something that I might not be willing to give. My stomach was doing flips through the whole lunch. The fact that this situation had been caused by Stephen's stupidity wasn't lost on me. Who walks into a hotel room and just leaves the door open?

Throughout the luncheon, we talked about a lot of things, none of which I remember very well. For the life of me, I couldn't even remember which charity we decided to give the proceeds of our huge fall gala that we'd been in the process of planning.

For the most part, I thought about Stephen. I didn't think about him in that school girl, "can't get him off my mind" way. I mostly wondered why there was a Stephen in the first place. I wondered why there'd been a Mario before him and a James before him. There had also been another man that I'd had sex with a few times but I didn't really consider him a full-fledged summer fling.

True, he had been instrumental in developing my summer flings, but as the first, I'd made a lot of mistakes with him. He'd been part of the reason that I'd established hard and fast rules for my summer flings. The rules were established to assure that both parties understood that ours was a temporary arrangement and that the most important thing in my life was my husband and my marriage. Still, I found myself wondering that morning why I was having the flings in the first place.

It wasn't like I was in love with any of them. And I had no illusions over whether or not they loved me.

When I first started, it was about attention more than anything else. But this last one with Stephen had also become about sex. I wondered about that too. Blake had always had a very healthy sex drive. Last summer even, it had been difficult a couple of times for me to make it into the house and clean myself out before he threw me on the bed after I'd been with poor Mario.

But sometime between now and then, our sex-life had simply stopped. It had also stopped very abruptly and as far as I could tell there'd been no medical reason for it. If Blake wasn't Blake, I'd have suspected that he was screwing some secretary or co-worker. Somehow, just the thought of Blake between some other woman's legs hurt me and infuriated me. The thought of him making slow and passionate love to her, while all I got was some young pretty man, devoid of experience and technique, pounding on me like a fucking blow-up doll, made me want to kill whoever she was.

"Clara Livingston, " said Lisa, smiling at me. "You haven't touched your food at all. And now you're twisting your poor napkin unmercifully like you're trying to strangle it. Are you okay? Is everything alright at home?" She had a shark's smile on her face.

I knew from the way she was looking at me that Lisa and I would bump heads and very soon. The bitch thought she had some kind of advantage over me because of what she'd seen. But I was really not the kind of woman that Lisa wanted to mess with. She was divorced and existed on the generous alimony provided by her husband, a world famous orthopedic surgeon. He was on his third wife now and made enough money to simply pay the old ones off when he wanted a new model. That man went through wives like the average guy goes through cars. As soon as the one he was driving had a few too many miles on her, he'd trade her in for a newer model with more options and a faster motor. He was in his late fifties and his current wife was twenty three. At the rate he was going, his next wife might be jail bait and would give him a heart attack. He'd probably need to hire a sitter to watch her when he went to work each day.

As I got up to leave, Lisa put her gloved hand on top of mind. Here it comes, I thought. The shark will reveal her teeth. I wondered what she wanted. Maybe she wanted me to get one of her brats into a more exclusive school or get her a membership in a better country club. Whatever she wanted, I was going to have to do to avoid the fallout from what she'd seen.

Surprisingly, she didn't ask to follow me out or ask me to call her. She just looked into my eyes and told me to take it easy.

* * * * * *

Athena

Morning rehearsal was over. I wondered why they even bothered to call it morning rehearsal. We didn't get started until eleven a.m. and we rehearsed until after one. "Don't forget Thena, tonight is the party at the club downtown. Wear something hot. There will be plenty of guys there," said Brenda Jamison.

Brenda is my best friend slash mother hen. She's been trying to hook me up with someone for longer than I can remember. She'd probably even bother me about it during rehearsal if she didn't sit in the woodwinds section with me all the way across the orchestra in strings.

"Bren, I'm just not sure I'm really up to that," I said.

"Good Lord woman, I'm not expecting you to meet the love of your life in a dance club. I just want you to come out and have some God damned fun," she was practically yelling and everyone around us turned to listen to her.

"Sorry," she said lowering her voice. "Thena, you're twenty five years old. You're a third of the way through your life but you've never lived. Your whole life is wrapped up in music. And it's not even your own music; it's dead people's music. I don't want my best friend to go through her entire fucking life and then sometime near the end to realize that she had never really lived."

"I'm fine," I said. "What is going to a dance club going to do for me? With my luck, I'll either sit there all alone the whole night while all of the guys go after women in short, tiny skirts, or get picked up by some guy who only wants to fuck me and then borrow cab fare from me, never to be seen again."

"And even if that did happen," she hissed. "You'd have some fun and stop being so bitchy all the God damned time. And that first part is up to you. Thena, you have the body to rock one of those tiny assed skirts yourself. I'd die to have your tits and your legs. You've got it girl, let somebody see it. And as for the second part; maybe that's why...excuse me Thena, I love you...but you've been acting like such a biotch. YOU...NEED...TO...GET...LAID, in the worst way."

"Is that my cue?" asked David K. Johnston. David was a trumpeter and a very good one. He was also the biggest pussy hound in the entire symphony orchestra.

"Yeah David K," Brenda hissed. "If she hooked up with you, that's exactly what would happen. She'd get laid in the worst way. The worst way fucking possible."

"Well, keep me in mind," he said, as he walked away smiling.




Summer Sunshine



Most of the musicians and the sound people had heard our exchange and knew that Brenda and David K didn't like each other very much. Last year, they'd had a very tempestuous fling during the fall and winter months. Brenda thought she was in love. She went all out. She told her parents, back in Great Neck about David K and had visions of a wedding. Right after Christmas, he'd given her the speech.

David K, no one ever called him anything other than David K, was bored. With the orchestra doing a mini tour of several South American cities, David K wanted to be free and unencumbered. When she'd told him about her hopes for their future, he'd crushed her hopes even further in an embarrassing scene when he explained to her that he had never even thought about marrying a "bigger" girl.

"Fuck him," spat Brenda. "But if you are interested in finding yourself a man, you've got to get out there. And for God's sake, Thena show a little cleavage. Let all of that fucking hair down. You look like a librarian and not the sexy kind."

"What makes you even think that I want a man?" I asked.

"We all do," she said sadly. "Don't you want to have something to wrap those long legs around at night?"

"I have my cello for that," I smiled.

"Is that thing going to keep you warm?" she asked.

"Shit, it's late spring," I quipped. "It's going to be warmer every night until summer anyway. Then we'll all be whining about it being too hot."

"When was the last time you were in love?" she asked.

"When I got my..." I began, but stopped abruptly with a withering look from her as she secured her flute in its case.

"If you say one more word about that fucking cello..." she warned. "Seriously when was it?"

"I guess grade school," I confessed. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"It's been that long?" she asked, incredulously. "You're a God damned nun. No wonder you're not trying to get laid like the rest of us. We need to do something to ease you back into life. I think we have to find you a man. No no, that wouldn't be good," she said. Her eyes narrowed as she began to plan.

"We need to get you a practice guy first," she said looking at me. "We don't want you to fuck up the love of your life by not knowing what to do. You need to have a...."

"A what?" I asked.

She smiled at me. "Honey you need to have a summer fling. Just spend the next few months with a guy learning the ins and outs of the whole relationship dance. Learn all of the good things and the bad things and what you like and don't like in a guy. Then, when summer ends and life goes back to normal, just let him down easy and go on with your life. In the fall, you'll be up to speed with the rest of the world and you can start looking for the real thing."

"But..." I began.

"But, my fat ass," she snapped. "We're doing this. What kind of guys do you like?" Even as she asked me the question, we were walking towards the elevator. As I thought about it, the doors to the elevator opened and we stepped forward. As clumsy as ever, I tripped over the ledge between the elevator and the floor. Truthfully, I was not totally to blame as the floor of the elevator was about an inch higher than the floor.

The only thought running through my mind as the floor came up was my cello. Even in its padded protective case a bad fall could damage the expensive instrument. Strangely, I didn't worry about injuring myself. But I didn't need to worry about either because out of nowhere, a briefcase dropped to the floor and two arms shot out. One grabbed me and the other cradled my cello.

Even as the strength in those arms halted my downwards progress, our eyes made contact and locked. It was probably less than a second, but in my mind, that second stretched out for an hour. Like two flies trapped in amber, we held our position looking into each other's eyes and in that second, I knew my life had changed forever.

"I can't believe you," spat Brenda. "You must be the luckiest bitch on the planet."

"You don't know the half of it," I said, still staring into my rescuer's steel blue eyes.

"I tripped and fell like that a couple of months ago," she continued. "I landed right on my fat fanny and my flute went flying. It bounced off the wall so hard it cracked my mouthpiece. The only person around to see me was one of those boring stodgy accountants that Anton always has trailing around after us. And that guy had his head so far up his own ass that he couldn't have saved me if his life depended on it. All, those guys do is work with numbers all day. What good is that?"

"Thanks," I said, as the man returned me to my feet.

"No problem," he said. He readjusted his glasses and headed towards Anton's office.

"Who are you?" I asked, ignoring Brenda's rant.

"I'm a senior account specialist from the bank that's financing the orchestra this season. I specialize in international taxes and finance. I guess you could say that I'm Anton's new boring stodgy accountant." He smiled and then walked away.

Brenda continued to drone on and on in the background. I watched the man until he turned the corner. "That's him," I said quietly.

"Who's him? Err...That's who?" asked Brenda in puzzlement.

"I've decided to go through with your plan," I smiled.

"You did?" she smiled back. "What plan?"

"The one about me having a summer fling," I reminded her. "And you just met the man I intend to have my summer fling with."

"Uhm Thena, Honey," she said. "Shouldn't you pick someone a little bit closer to your age? At least pick someone from your same decade. The idea here is to get you out and enjoying life and doing things. Not someone who'll probably be as boring as you already are."

"If I'm doing this, and I do mean IF," I said. "He's the one. I can feel it in my bones."

"Thena, don't get too serious," she said slowly. "Remember he might not be interested in you. He might be married, even. Let's pick out a few guys just in case."

I just smiled at her and we got onto the elevator and headed for the parking lot. What I didn't tell Brenda was that she had very good and very valid reasons why this might not work, but I didn't care about any of them. If he wasn't interested in me, I'd make him interested. If he was married...as much as I recognized and respected the sanctity of marriage, the way I felt when our eyes met was too strong to be denied. Heaven help me, I'd go after him even if he was married.

* * * * * *

Blake

I'd met Anton Stravinsky on several occasions. I suppose that he's a great conductor and musician, but as a business director, he left a lot to be desired. His records were incomplete and sloppy. And he also failed to document some of his expenditures. That meant that by the end of each month his records for the amount of cash he actually had on hand and the money he'd put out didn't match.

The bank stood to make a tidy profit on this season and the tours for the orchestra, but that profit would be severely curtailed if we had no idea how much money we were actually working with. My job was to come in and wade through whatever jumble of records Anton had and bring them all up to date. Then, I would assign someone to maintain Anton's records for the remainder of the tour. I would also be taking a look, at Anton's request, at some problems he was having with his personal accounts and taxes. Anton made just slightly more than I did, so I knew first hand that if not managed well, he could have a seven figure salary and still end up broke.

I needed to work quickly because the orchestra was due to leave for Paris in a few days and I really didn't want to go with them. I'd been to Paris before. Several times, in fact, over the years and would rather stay home. Sure, it was everything that people said about it. It was a beautiful city, an old city with all of the romance and old world charm that it's reputed to have. The problem is, that those things are only great when you're young and in love. I'm no longer young and although I've been married for more than twenty years, I'm not sure that I'm still in love.

If you ask me about my daughter, I could tell you without hesitation that I love her more every time I see her. But when the question moves to my wife, I'm truly not sure any more what the answer is there.

I knocked on Anton's door before trying the knob. It didn't turn, so I sighed in frustration. I looked at my watch and walked down the hall to the next office. There was a young woman there who looked up as I stood in her doorway. "I'm here to see Anton," I said smiling in an attempt to seem friendly and less...stodgy.

"Good luck," she said. "He usually takes a lunch right after rehearsal. If you're lucky he'll be back in an hour or so. Go across the street and have a cup of coffee. I'll have him call you if he comes back sooner. Who are you?"

"Blake Livingston from the Hunt Bank," I said. I left her one of my cards.

The coffee shop across the street was full of young artistic and musical types. Watching them was an eye opener. I think I acted far older than they behaved now, when I was younger than them. My life had always been one of doing the right thing. I'd always tried to do the things that would give me a long and successful career. I just hadn't had a lot of time for frivolity. At first, it was because I was so busy making a name for myself. Then, it became even more important when I got married and then when Selena came along. I wanted her to have everything that every little girl wanted. Nothing was too good or too expensive for my baby.

"May I sit here, please?" The voice was cultured and rich. I looked up and saw a woman not too far from my own age. Compared to the sea of low rider jeans and belly shirts she was a touch of immediate familiarity. Come to think of it, there was actually something familiar about her face.

I nodded and got up and pulled the chair out for her. "Please join me," I said. "I'm terrible with names but we know each other, don't we?" She sat down and smiled.

"I am not going to pretend to remember your name," I continued. "But it's one of those cases where I've known you for an obscene amount of time but only seen you once or twice a year if that, right?"

"Very good, Blake," she said. "We see each other every year at the Sisters of Virtue Gala. Perhaps we run into each other a few other time of the year if we're lucky. But in actuality, I'm unfortunately more acquainted with your wife Clara, than you."

"Why is that unfortunate?" I asked smiling. I had the idea that a compliment was coming.

"Well, to tell you the truth," she began. "I've known Clara since we were both in grade school. I've always envied her throughout our lives. Oh, this is so hard," she said. She hesitated as if what she was saying brought her physical pain.

"I've always tried to live my life on the good path," she said. I was hoping that she'd just go ahead and say whatever it was that she had to say. The suspense and my own disinterest were killing me. I looked at my watch, but the hands seemed frozen in place. I couldn't escape from her for at least another forty five minutes.

"I suppose if it was me, I'd want someone to tell me," she continued. "Hell, when it was me, someone DID tell me."

"Told you what?" I asked.

"That my husband was cheating on me," she said.

"So you're saying that your husband is cheating on you?" I asked. "That's awful and I hope he gets what's coming to him but why are you telling me."

"I'm not telling you that," she said. "It's you."

"Your husband is cheating on ME?" I asked. "Is he one of my clients?"

"No," she said softly. "Clara is. I was at our weekly luncheon at the hotel downtown. I wanted to go to that jewelry store in the Galleria on the second and third floors but I got off on the fourth floor instead. I'd been talking to my son on the phone and that boy always exasperates me. Anyway, I missed my floor so I decided to take the stairs back down. It was only one floor but the stairs are on one end of the building and the elevators are on the other so I had to walk down the hallway.

As I walked down the hallway, I saw a young man walking towards me. He was very good looking if you go for those swarthy types. I've always preferred the more ruggedly handsome but aged type like you. Anyway, just before we passed each other he turned and opened the door to a room. He had a key to the room. When he opened the door, he stepped inside and started talking to a woman in the room." My facial expression must have shown my boredom with the whole story so she picked up her delivery.

"The woman in the room was Clara," she spat. The tone in her voice was almost victorious. It was as if she'd just delivered the coup de grace to a downed opponent and secured a sure win.

She must've been really disappointed when she noticed that my face registered no shock or horror.

"Was he perhaps a young doctor?" I asked. "An Indian fellow?" She nodded her head woodenly.

"You already knew?" she asked.

"If you're asking me if I knew that she was seeing a therapist who looked like the man you've described, yes I did. Did I know that we're...notice that I said WE'RE...meeting him in a hotel room instead of his office...again yes I did. Would you like to know why?" The shock on her face was actually funny.

"Because we, like your-self, are from one of the oldest families in the region. Everything that we do becomes news or fodder for the tabloids. We aren't even allowed to have problems in private. Clara and I noticed that we're having some issues in our marriage that we needed to work out. I think that she's becoming a shopaholic. She doesn't even remember most of what she buys anymore. She, on the other hand, thinks that I spend far too much time on the job. Those issues are creating stress between us. So, in order to make sure that we stay married for another twenty years at least, we're seeing a therapist. He's the previously mentioned Indian man." She gulped loudly.

"The problem is that if we went to his office, we'd have no privacy because every waggling tongue in town would be talking us getting a divorce or even worse things. So, we agreed to meet in a hotel room for privacy's sake. It actually costs us even more."

"I'm sorry," she spat. "I guess I'm as bad as the rest."

"Well, at least you bothered to come to me before you tried to poison our reputation. That really was a very classy thing to do," I said.

"Well, I'm nothing if not classy," she said.

"Wow, I'm just glad it wasn't me you saw coming out of the room with him. You might have assumed that I was having some sort of homosexual affair," I laughed. She picked up her purse and snapped it open.

"Don't worry about it. I've got it," I said, noticing that she actually looked angry as she hurried away from the table.

After she left, I took a long deep breath. I let it back out and with it my anger. The only reason I'd been able to remain calm and think on my feet was the fact that I'd known about Clara cheating on me since her affairs began. I'd had some suspicion late last year, so I'd put a private eye on her. She'd had several affairs over the past three years. When she started this one, I hadn't said a word to her about it. I guess I'd been struggling with the why part. I loved Clara. At least I had until I found out about her affairs. I still hadn't made a decision about what to do about it but I had simply stopped sleeping with her.

It had been hard early on, but the longer it went on the easier it became until now I didn't even miss it any more.

I had to admit that Clara was simply a serial cheater. She'd done this more than once, more than twice. My PI seemed to think that for some reason she only did it during the summer. I wondered about that. What did she fancy herself? Was she some kind of part time wife/part time whore? I had no idea. I guess for the past year or so I'd begun to think of Clara as just another option or luxury item in my house. She was just another thing that I'd apparently bought and paid for that I used occasionally.

Sooner or later, I'd do something about her but for now; it was, in fact, cheaper to keep her. Being a financial planner, I knew the type of hit my finances would probably take in the event of the divorce. I would and had already taken certain steps to limit the hit I'd take, but if it came right down to it, I'd be as fair as possible with Clara. We'd been married for over twenty years and for most of it she'd been a wonderful wife and partner. I had no intention of hiding assets or trying to short change her. I was mature enough to realize that people often changed over the years. Perhaps we'd just drifted too far apart. 

We both had the right to be happy. I just didn't want an embarrassing scenes or any histrionics. Of course, it hurt to think that I wasn't enough for her. I guess early on I'd tried to make excuses for her. I went through them all. I'd tried maybe her hormones were out of whack. But every physical she'd taken over the past few years confirmed that her hormone levels were securely in whack. They were close to optimal for a woman of her age and body size.

Next, I'd told myself that she was probably bored. Clara had never worked but she was on and active in several different committees and charities. There were times of the year that she worked at least as long as I did and without getting paid for it. 

I investigated the theory that perhaps she was just attention starved. I started telling her that I loved her more. And buying her little gifts and leaving them in odd places around the house for her to discover. That didn't work either. I finally had to simply assume that it was just about sex. Clara needed a younger more virile man. I'd read several articles that claimed that women after a certain age dwarfed the men in their age groups in terms of sexual desire.

I guess on some level, I could understand it. And though it hurt my pride to think that I couldn't give her what she needed, I am, in fact, a realist. Men and women simply have differences when it comes to sex. I remembered back to when we were younger and I wanted to have sex almost every night. On some level, I knew that my darling Clara didn't need it nearly as much as I did, but she NEVER once turned me away. I guess if she could put up with giving me what I wanted, I should be man enough to let her have what she needs.

I wasn't contemplating divorcing her because of the sex. What had destroyed the feeling I had for her, was the fact that she snuck around and cheated on me. After more than twenty years together, during which I had supported her and given her everything she needed. Scratch that I'd given her more than she needed; I'd given her everything she wanted. Besides monetary and comfort items, I'd given her my heart, all of my love and everything else I had to give.

I remember when we were younger and living in a barely habitable apartment. We'd sat on our balcony night after night with the sirens from police cars and ambulances as a constant reminder that we weren't in a good place. We'd shared our hopes and our dreams that someday we'd have everything we needed. We'd also sworn that we really didn't need a lot because as long as we had each other, we had everything.

Now, we live in a house that's big enough to play football inside of it and we have every modern convenience, but we no longer have each other. Somehow, we've grown so distant that Clara couldn't come to me and tell that she needed something. I've always moved heaven and earth to get her whatever she needed. Why didn't she trust me enough to even let me try? Our sex life seemed to be robust enough for her a year ago when we'd stopped. She still threw out a hint every now and then that she was willing. I mostly pretended to be tired.




Summer Sunshine



I guess in the end, what destroyed our marriage is the fact that I can no longer trust Clara. I work far too hard to support us. I work long hours, not because I want to, but because the amount of compensation that we get from my job dictates that I am available and accessible around the clock. Clara has no problem accepting the fruits of my labors so she should be ready to accept the pits as well.

As I walked back towards Anton's office, I made a decision. The conference with that woman whose name I don't even remember was the straw that broke the camel's back. I guess for the past year or so, I had been an unwilling partner in Clara's cheating. I guess that made me some kind of cuckold. But I wouldn't be a laughing stock. Clara was definitely becoming careless in her habits. The woman seeing her in that hotel room proved that. It was time to cut my losses and move on. Perhaps not seeing Anton today had been the hand of fate giving me a push. Perhaps going to Paris was the best thing for me. After all, I'd be there for at least a couple of weeks.

That would give me time to cool the fire of my anger so I could make rational decisions. In the meantime, I could still work with my lawyers and arrange the divorce. They would be, after all, only a phone call away and in this age of video conferencing and email and texting, no one was ever really out of communications range anywhere in the world.

* * * * * *

Clara

Three days later, the girls had called a special meeting to decide more details on the Gala and start handing out assignments. I hoped that, as usual, I'd be assigned to head up the marketing team. I really enjoyed working on the advertising of the event and doing radio and television ads and interviews. There was also the internet to consider now. We had to have a twitter account and a Facebook page as well as presence across the net in general.

Strangely enough, I hadn't called Stephen. He'd left me several messages and texts on my phone wondering where I was and declaring his love for me. What that really meant was that he needed either money, pussy or both. Knowing him, it was probably money. On one hand, I quite often, when I went to out of the way places, got the thrill of having a good looking young man on my arm who was apparently very devoted to me. Of course, I knew that while most of those people thought that he was either my son, or a young lover who was attracted to something about me despite our age difference, the reality wasn't far from their thoughts.

Stephen was attracted to certain things about me and it was more than one. The first was the fuzzy triangle between my legs that should have belonged to my husband alone. And the second thing was the money my husband provided me to do with as I pleased.

More and more, my thoughts turned to how ridiculous I was. The problem was, that giving up Stephen and my fantasy was far more difficult than I thought. Even if I gave up Stephen, I'd probably just replace him. And then there was the thought that everything about me that these young men wanted, belonged to or came from Blake. Maybe sooner or later, one of them would just cut out the middle man and try for an affair with my husband himself.

I laughed at the thought and found myself looking into Lisa's glaring eyes. She was obviously pissed about something and trying to direct her fury at me. This bullshit with her had gone far enough and I needed to settle it.

I decided to wait until we took a break. The other thing that occupied a lot of my thoughts lately was Blake. Over the past three days, he'd been noticeably more distant towards me. When our daughter stopped by for her daily visit, he was the same as always to her. The two of them had always been close. But he could barely spare a second for me. And when he did, he was very guarded. I was sure that something was going on.

Carlita, the head of the committee, called for a break and some refreshments. I stood up and walked towards the refreshment table and then grabbed Lisa by the arm and walked her into the hallway.

"Why the hell are you staring at me like I shit in your oatmeal?" I asked. "Okay, you saw me in the hotel room, three days ago. It's not what you think. So what do you think you're going to get out of me?"

She snatched her arm out of my grasp and looked at me with just as much venom in her voice as I'd had. "I already know about your therapy," she snapped. "You are one lucky bitch. I didn't want shit from you. Well okay, I don't think you're good enough for your husband. I'm tired of having to bust my ass just to stay even while the sweet summer sunshine just rains down on you. I figured I'd just let your man know what a cheating skank you are. That way even if he didn't go for me, I'd have put a little hitch in your giddy up."

I was shocked. The woman actually hated me so much that wanted to try to steal my husband away from me.

"Look Lisa, I'll do anything you want," I said. "Just don't tell anyone you saw me."

She looked at me strangely. "Look Clara, I know you're not too quick on the uptake but don't act like I'm stupid too. I already told your husband what I saw and he explained the whole thing about the marriage counseling to me and why you're doing it in a hotel. So just keep the fuck away from me. And if your counseling doesn't work, watch out. I'm younger than you are. I'm prettier than you are. And I'll treat your husband far better." Then she walked away.

For a long time, I simply stood there watching her walk away. I felt like an icy hand was clutching my heart in its cold embrace. My blood was quickly freezing in my veins and pulling all of the life out of me.

For so long, I'd felt that I was ahead of the game. I was the smartest girl in the room. But nothing lasts forever and my nightmare scenario had just come true. I didn't understand a word of the bullshit that Lisa had claimed Blake told her. The one thing I did know was true though, was that Blake knew what Lisa had seen and no matter how he tried to defend me, he'd want some answers. The problem was that I had no idea of what or how much he actually knew.

I couldn't concentrate on anything after that. I had Lisa still glaring at me sitting across the table from me. The watch on my wrist seemed to be moving in slow motion. I swear that the second hand looked like it was moving backwards at one point.

Even when I tried to take notes on what was being said and focus on the topic at hand, my mind worked against me. I kept seeing the image of Blake at home in our bedroom packing his clothes and belongings. I imagined him leaving and never giving me the chance to explain to him that none of the men I'd been with made any difference to us. They were only something to keep the loneliness at bay until I could explain what I needed to him. Blake had to know that he was the only man I had ever or would ever love.

But at the same time, I couldn't just go in with guns blazing and spill my guts to him. What if I ran in and confessed the whole thing and begged his forgiveness, only to find out that he had no idea what the fuck I was talking about? Lisa would do something like that. She was a conniving bitch, but she wasn't stupid. It would be just like her to convince me that she'd told Blake about my fling when she hadn't. She would have in effect made me rat myself out. I'd look and feel like an idiot. I would have wrecked my own marriage just so she could have a few shits and giggles.

She'd already told me that she didn't think I was good enough for Blake. So when the dust settled, she'd just try to move in on him. It would be something she'd do. After all, she'd lost her own philandering husband, so she'd probably want someone who'd be faithful to her next. She'd also want someone who could raise her standard of living significantly. In Blake, she'd accomplish both of her goals and end up with a man who was nicer and better looking as a bonus. I had to tread carefully.

I waited until the meeting was over and declined our usual after meeting chat. I drove home and as I pulled into our circular driveway, I got a shock. Blake's Mustang was already there. The number of times when he'd come home in the middle of the day over the past ten years could be counted on one hand and not even use the thumb.

I ran inside and looked around the house for him. When I got to the living room, I saw our daughter sitting on the sofa watching TV with a dejected look on her face.

I wondered what the hell she was upset about and I also wondered why she wasn't watching TV in her apartment. I didn't have time for her at that moment. So I walked right past her looking for her father. She didn't bother to say anything either. I was relieved, but at the same time, I wondered what was going on with my family.

I finally located Blake. I almost had a heart attack. Just as in my nightmarish visions, he was packing clothes into not one but several suitcases. And I knew that this was reality, because unlike in my daydream where he'd just thrown a few things into a suitcase and stormed off, Blake was using a full complement of luggage. He had clothes carriers and suitcases and even his toiletry case. He had his laptop case with his Mac book and his iPad. Blake wasn't just running out half-cocked; he was carefully planning to leave me. He looked up and saw me standing in the doorway.

"I was going to call you," he said.

"Why call?" I asked. I was trying so hard not cry. "Why not tell me in person. Don't I at least deserve that?"

"What difference does it make?" he asked. "It's not a great thing but it happens all the time. I guess I'm only surprised that it doesn't happen more often. The whole world is going to hell. All anyone thinks about is me...me...me. Everyone has to have things their own way."

"Blake, it was never like that. Can't we talk about this? I hate to sound like a God damned cliché, but it really isn't what you think," I said. I was just hoping that the calm, rational Blake would win out and he'd at least give me the chance to talk about it. "After twenty plus years you can't just leave me like this. What am I supposed to do?"

"I figured you'd go to your club meetings and do all of the things you usually do when I have to travel for business. Like I said, I knew there was the possibility that I'd have to do this but I really thought that if I could go over Anton's books today, I could prevent having to go. But he seems to be as flighty as all of those artistic types are. There's simply no avoiding it. I have to go to Paris and I have no idea how long I'll be gone. It might even be as long as two weeks," he said. "And you know I hate traveling. I'm too used to having my own stuff. I'll miss my car and my spoiled daughter. Shit, I'll have to bring her something back and..."

"This is a business trip?" I sighed with relief even as the words left my mouth. He looked over his shoulder continuing to pack and nodded his head. His expression was neutral, with something else that I couldn't make out thrown in. For the first time in our marriage, I really couldn't read Blake. I wondered how long it had been since I actually looked at him and tried to discern what he was thinking.

"What did you think I was doing?" he asked. He even had a little smile on his face.

"Oh, nothing," I said smiling back at him. At that moment, waves of relief were pouring over me. But I also realized at that moment that I loved this stupid man far more than I'd ever suspected. I would literally do anything to keep him in my life. From that moment on there would be no more summer flings. The risk was simply too great. God has seen fit to give me another chance and I had no intention of wasting it. "Someone just told me a joke that was in poor taste and got me a bit worried." I moved towards him. I just wanted to touch him, to confirm that he was real and that things were still good between us. My amazing husband was still blissfully unaware of my stupidity.

But he moved away from my touch almost casually and then turned to me. "Let me guess," he said. "You spoke to your friend. The uhm... frumpy blond whose name I can never remember. She told you that she'd told me about seeing you in the hotel with your latest boy toy...I think his name is Stephen." My head exploded and my mouth dropped open in horror.

"It's strange isn't it? I've seen that woman lots of times at all of your charity events. I've been acquainted with her for over ten years but I can't even remember her name. But I can remember Stephen's name easily and you've only been fucking him for a couple of months..." he said.

"Blake, I'm so...How long have you known?"

"But then they come and go after only a few months. They're like the human equivalent of may flies aren't they? The one last year wasn't Indian; he was Hispanic wasn't he...?"

"How long have you..." I uttered again.

"I suppose when the summer ended you'd expect to start being temporarily faithful to me again, like you tried to last year," he said. "But I'd had enough by then and I just couldn't bring myself to touch you anymore. That's why we stopped having sex. Or at least I did. But I didn't have to worry about you because as soon as the weather got warmer, you found Stephen." He was closing up his suitcase as he spoke.

"Blake..." I was too shocked at the way things were going to even form words.

"I'd actually intended to address you about this when I got back from Paris, so in a way it's a good thing that we had this conversation. While I'm gone, it will give us both a chance to really figure out what we intend to do. I never do anything rashly and I really need some time to consider my future and whether or not there's a place for you in it," he said. His voice sounded colder than ever.

"Blake, please don't go like this?" I managed to get out.

"How should I go then?" he asked. "What am I supposed to do Clara? Should I kiss you goodbye and tell you that everything is going to be alright? Why lie. Everything is going to be different. One way or another, our lives are going to change, Clara."

He picked up his briefcase and left the room. He made a couple of trips up and down the stairs to get all of his luggage. Our daughter grabbed one of his bags and brought it down for him. I guess I should have helped as well, but I was in too much shock. I didn't want him to leave and go off and think about living his life without me. I wanted him to stay and talk about our marriage and what he wanted me to do. I wasn't even sure he'd heard me when I told him I was sorry.

"Can I drive to the airport with you?" I asked. "Maybe I should get a ticket and go to Paris with you so we can work this out and maybe talk some while you're not working."

He stopped and looked at me. "Clara, you don't need any time to think about anything," he said. "I do. I've been burying my feelings about this for so long that now that it's out in the open, I really have to consider what I want to do."

"What do you mean what you want to do?" I asked. "You mean like whether you'll just forgive me and move on beyond this or whether you want us to go to a marriage counselor. Personally, I'd rather have you just forgive me. I don't need some guy digging around in my head or my emotions. Everyone I knew who went into therapy or counseling came out crazy. They all come out with some kind of syndrome, or hating their parents and blaming them for how shitty their lives turned out. I like my parents."

"That's not what I was talking about," he said.

"Good," I said. "Where you talking about, whether you should just forgive me, or whether I should have to do something in exchange for your forgiveness? Because if that's what you're imagining you're probably going to be disappointed, Blake. I didn't learn any new sex techniques that are going to light you on fire. In fact, you're probably better at sex than he is. The difference is that he's at least interested in taking the time to have sex with me. So if you're expecting me to give you a world class blow job or something, pick something else. I've never given him one. The only person who's ever stuck their dick in my mouth is you." I looked at him and noticed that he was shaking his head.

"I'm sorry if you're disappointed that I haven't become a porno star or a world class slut, Blake," I said. "But there was nothing wrong with our sex life until you stopped participating in it."

"That isn't anywhere near what I need to think about," he said. "But either your mind isn't what it once was or you're just flat out lying. I stopped having sex with you almost a year ago. But you'd already had Mario by that time and there was one before him..." I was even more crushed. Blake knew about everything I'd done. This would probably be far worse than I thought.

"What I'm actually trying to decide," he continued. "Is whether there's anything here to save or if we should just get a divorce?"

I fell backwards and landed in a seated position on the couch. My daughter moved her foot that I'd landed on as if it hurt her to touch me. She jumped up just before Blake closed the door and kissed him on the cheek.

"Bring me something back from Paris, Daddy. Call me," she said as he closed the door. She went back to watching TV. Again, I wondered where our family had gotten to. I was sitting on the couch crying and my own daughter was craning her neck to look around me.

I let out a sob. I don't know what I was hoping for or expecting. I guess I wanted someone to talk to or to tell my problems to.

I sobbed again and her face twisted. "Okay, fuck this," she spat. "I'm going home."

"But why?" I asked.

"Mother, this is the True Blood season finale," she said. "You're ruining it for me with all of your crying. I have to be at work first thing in the morning and everyone will be talking about this. I didn't get to watch it Sunday night because I had a date. I need to watch this."

"It's on the DVR Selena," I said. "You can watch it any time you want. Didn't you hear part of what went on? Your father is thinking about destroying our family. Doesn't that matter to you?"

"Mother, Daddy isn't the one destroying our family," she said. "That would be you. He's just trying to find a way to make peace with what you did. I didn't hear part of what you talked about, I heard all of it. I guess I should probably be disgusted by what you did, but in order to do that I'd have to have had a higher opinion of you. "

Her tone and her delivery were very clipped and very precise. She didn't talk like any twenty-two year old I'd ever heard. In fact, except for the female voice and the higher pitch, I'd swear I was talking to her father.

"I suppose I need to take some time to consider the ramifications of this and how they affect me, both in the short term and the long term but it's really just a problem of logistics isn't it mother?" she asked and I had no idea of what she was talking about.

"I'm an adult," she said. "I've already got my bachelor's degree in finance and accounting. I'm working now to gain some real world experience before going back for my master's degree. I'm not a child. I won't end up being fought over or used as a tool if there is a divorce. The only way this affects me personally, is that if Daddy keeps the house, I can still come here. If you keep the house I'll have to go somewhere else. It's simple logistics, Mother."

She got up and started to put her shoes on. I was pissed. I couldn't believe that any child of mine would be that disrespectful to me. I grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her back down onto the couch.

"Selena, who do you think you're talking to? You have that same way of looking at everything that your father does. You don't seem to have the ability to see the human side of anything. You don't care about the feelings of the people involved. These aren't boxes that you're trying to ship from one place to another. We're not talking about getting yourself or your staff to the site of a meeting or conference, Missy. We're talking about your parents and whether or not they're going to remain married. I am your mother and you will treat me with some degree of respect," I told her.




Summer Sunshine



She reached out and grabbed my hand and try as I might, I couldn't prevent her from removing my hand. She was younger than I am and stronger too.

She twisted me around until our faces were lined up.

"I'm not a child, Mother," she said. "You can't physically make me do anything anymore and I don't like you putting your hands on me. In terms of your argument, you're still wrong. This isn't a case where you can win because you raise your voice and talk louder than I do. You are correct that Daddy and I see things from very similar points of view. We have similar personalities and we studied the same subjects in college. We also have a different way of seeing things than you do. Both of us look at things from a logical and business point of view. You don't have that point of view because you've never had to work to support yourself or your family. For as long as I can remember, Mother, all I've ever seen you do was to stick out your hand and say I want. Daddy would work more hours or do whatever it took, to get it for you."

"But..." I began.

"But nothing," she said. "That's why I wanted to work for a while after getting my degree. I wanted to become self-sufficient. I want to be a provider and a participant in the game of life. Most of my friends from high school and college have parents who are divorced. I've heard that same tawdry shit you're trying to run on Daddy more times than I can even consider. What are you going to tell him when you talk? Are you going to try the "I was bored and needed to do something to spice up my life" routine? Or maybe you like "I was only going to try it once out of curiosity" bit. Mother, the only people who have the luxury of being bored in this day and age are people who are too tired, too lazy or too spoiled to work. "

"I do work," I hissed. "I'm on several committees and I..."

"That isn't work," she said before I finished. "That's called several old ladies throwing parties to aid the poor or fight a disease. It isn't a job. A job is a place that you have to go to and do something that you don't fucking like in order to receive compensation. You don't breeze into a job, suck down a Latte and all the latest gossip and then go home whenever you please. You've never had a job Mother."

"But what we do is important," I spat. "We help people."

"Mother, you and a bunch of other fat, rich, old ladies, throw parties for charities. You claim to help people and you do. You help YOURSELVES feel more important. I doubt that you've ever helped one real person in all of these years. "

"That's a lie," I spat. "We've helped thousands of people...I'm."

"Mother, I'm an accountant," she said. "Last year, your big Gala took in fifty thousand dollars in donations. It cost you forty three thousand dollars to hold the Gala. You reserved ten percent of the cost so you'd have operating funds for this year's Gala. That means that of all the money donated, two thousand dollars was actually given to the charity. I'd be willing to bet that after administrative costs, etc., maybe four or five hundred dollars actually went to help real people.

Mother, if you really want to help people, change your approach. Sit down each year and pick out a charity or just pick out one homeless person. Then get a job, and since we don't need the money, donate your salary to a different person each week. You could make a real difference in someone's life, Mother. Do something that will really help. Pay off a bill for someone."

"It's not just about the money," I said.

"Nope, it's about fat, rich, old women feeling good about themselves while overstating the importance of what they do," she said. "Charity begins at home, Mother. Did you ever think about how Daddy would feel about what you were doing?"

"I guess I never thought I'd get caught," I said. "If I had thought about it, I would never have done it. But it just seemed like life was passing me by. You and your father were always out doing things. You had directions in your lives and things to accomplish and I..."

"Should have gotten a fucking job or a dog," she spat.

"Can't you see any part of my side?" I asked. "I know you're your father's female clone but you are a woman too. Don't you even respect my feelings as a woman?"

"Mother, you're talking out of both sides of your mouth and telling two different stories," she said. "All of my life, you told me about finding someone who loved me and would be true to me. You told me what to look for in a man and how a lady behaves. The problem is that you haven't lived up to any of it. You had the man who loved you and respected you and treated you well. Then you went and cheated on him, apparently multiple times. And to answer your question, I do respect you as my mother. As a woman, I'm disappointed in you, but as my mother I respect you."

"Does this guy you're fucking respect you?" she asked. "Forgive me, but as you said, I'm Daddy's female clone. Exactly how old is this guy and what is he getting from you. I'm only asking because you pointed out to me before that Daddy and I tend to look at things in terms of money and logistics. We leave out the emotions as you put it. So give me the particulars because this doesn't smell right."

"He's about your age. Maybe a little older," I said. She then looked at me as if I was crazy.

"Is he reasonably good looking?" she asked. "Does he have a good personality?"

"He's very handsome and very charming," I said. She shook her head.

"How much of Daddy's money are you paying him?" she asked coldly.

"He loves me," I said. "I'm just helping him out while he's in medical school."

She was still shaking her head. "Mother, you need a shrink," she said. "If he's a good looking guy with a decent personality, he can get all of the hot young pussy he wants. He doesn't have to settle for your stretched out, used up, gash. It's the money pure and simple. Next time the two of you meet, don't pay him. Maybe it'll take a couple of meetings but I'll guarantee you that if you stop paying, the bed will stop swaying. Then you'll be left with the realization that you're just another old woman who gave up real love for flattery."

She left and didn't even look back on her way out. I don't even think she cared about my feelings at all.

* * * * * *

Blake.

I'd slept and studied my way through most of the first flight, the hour long stay at another airport and my connecting flight to Paris. I'd slept to avoid thinking about the situation that awaited me back home. I had transferred all of the reports I'd gotten from the PI I had following Clara to my iPad. I had all of that information available if I needed it, but I didn't. What I'd actually studied was the Orchestra's records and towards the end, Anton's sporadic personal finance data. I needed at least three or four days to put all of the orchestra's records in some semblance of order and then construct a spread sheet to display and track all expenditures and income. They'd be in Paris for ten days but were only performing three times. There should be more than enough time between the performances for Anton and I to go over all of the data so that when we set foot back on US soil, I could turn this account over to one of our account managers.

Anton's personal finances were far worse. It appeared that he hadn't actually filed all of his taxes. There were some years where he'd paid only his federal taxes and owed the state a lot of money. There were other years where it appeared he hadn't paid any taxes at all. 

There were notes about investments he'd made where he had apparently used an online brokerage house at the spur of the moment and had no idea of his user name or password for those sites. If he couldn't recover that information or even the websites themselves, there was probably no way of getting that money, if there was any, out of those accounts and into reputable firms.

I'd worry about Anton's personal financial woes after I'd gotten the orchestra back on an even keel. As I headed through the crowded airport to pick up my luggage, I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. I turned and looked downward. At 5' 10'', I'm not the tallest guy in the world but the woman who was trying to get my attention was at least five inches shorter, so I had to look downwards to meet her eyes.

She was beautiful but I didn't recognize her. I figured she was a local who wanted to show me something or sell me something.

"I don't parlez Francais," I said. She crinkled up her nose and smiled. She shot a glance over to her stouter companion and I began to recognize her. She bounced up and down nervously a couple of times and I noticed the huge shape of the cello case at her feet. I smiled back at her.

"I don't speak French either," she said. "Don't tell me you don't recognize me. How many women have you saved from falling on their asses and breaking their...cellos anyway?"

"Only one," I said shocked. "But you're not..." I looked at her face. She still had the same gorgeous eyes but it looked like a completely different face. She appeared much younger. Her lips and her entire mouth were less severe. She seemed happier. She also had makeup on. But the most drastic change was in her hair and her clothing.

The last time I'd seen her, she'd been wearing baggy, formless clothes and had her hair tied up in a no-nonsense bun like librarians the world over. She'd seemed to be mid-thirties at least. But the woman in front of me had long, beautiful, Chestnut brown hair with subtle highlights that caught the light beautifully and swung with every movement of her head. That curtain of hair extended nearly to her waist. She was dressed in a lightweight summer dress that accentuated her body. I felt the need to shift my briefcase in front of me as she stood there.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Blake Livingston," I said.

"I assume that you're staying in same hotel as the rest of the orchestra and staff?" she asked. The question was very formal but she asked it with a touch of whimsy. It was as if she was acting or even participating in a practical joke. I just nodded and she turned on her heels and headed the other way. She looked over one shoulder in that tried and true pose that has seduced men throughout the ages and said, "My seconds shall call on you sir."

If I had dropped my briefcase then it would have proven to be one of life's most embarrassing moments. There I was, forty-five years old, standing in the middle of a crowded international airport with a throbbing hard on and a big dumb assed grin on my face.

If this had been Paris in the seventeenth century, I'd probably have just been challenged to a duel. That, "My seconds shall call on you sir," line was straight out of The Three Musketeers. But the look and the subtle smile on her face told me that we would, indeed, see each other again and soon. 

All I could do was watch helplessly as her uhm...stout friend joined her and they rolled their luggage and instrument cases through the airport and away from me. I guess they'd forgotten that we were all going to the same hotel. They went towards the shuttle buses that would take them to the hotel. I walked to the car rental agency.

The rental agency looked like every other rental agency in every other airport all over the world. It was neutral. If I'd expected old world charm or perhaps a French guy with a tiny mustache and a terrible accent, I was disappointed.

The woman behind the counter was one of those Stepford women, with the blinding fake smile and a cheery disposition no matter what names you called her. She wouldn't say shit if she had a mouth full of it and she was determined to help me no matter how confused and depressed I was.

Of course, I was depressed about my marriage. I was still in that limbo area, between letting it die a slow dignified death over a number of years or simply pulling the plug now.

My confusion, of course, stemmed from the fact that I had no idea what those two young musicians were talking about back in the airport. I was also confused about the level of arousal the slimmer one had invoked in me.

I looked up at the nearly robotic, carbon copied woman behind the counter again and handed her my reservation slip. Her smile brightened yet again to another level and her cheerfulness grated on my senses. I was sure that it had to be an act. Hertz didn't pay THAT well and she surely couldn't care less about making me happy. I'd be willing to bet my right nut that five minutes after I left the store she wouldn't recognize me in a lineup.

"You've ordered the classic car Americano," she said.

"I did?" I asked, thinking that my secretary had played some kind of joke on me. She nodded and smiled even more. I was sure that her husband or boyfriend almost never got a blow job. After a long day of smiling that fucking hard, her jaws would be too tired to do anything and she'd be a total bitch.

She stepped out from behind the counter and scared the living shit out of me. From the way she spoke without a discernible accent I was sure that I'd be able to tell her actual nationality from her body. French women are known for their incredible legs. English women have incredible breasts and so on. 

This woman had nothing. Her legs were generic sticks that extended from the bottom of her knee length skirt. She had no apparent rise across her chest, so her breasts were either tied down or flat and she had no ass at all. I was sure she was a robot. I smiled back at her and started looking for wires or artificial joints. I listened closely to see if I could hear the sound of servomotors or oscillators. There were no tell-tale signs. A robot that advanced had to be Japanese. I followed her through a door and into a connected indoor garage.

"You have three choices," she began. Before she could do any more than point, my mind was made up.

"I want that one," I screamed immediately and desperately just in case someone else had come in behind me and wanted the car.

"But I need to tell you about them," she said with her smile fading a bit.

"The ugly one is a 69 Camaro," I said. "It's either a full resto or one of those really cool modern versions made from all of the original period parts. The even uglier one over there is a 1970 Dodge Challenger. The one I want is the one on the left. The absolutely beautiful Highland Green 1968 Mustang GT 390 Fastback."

"I was supposed to say that," she whined. Her smile had flat lined.

"I'll have to check to see if it's available," she said. Her smile had started to come back but it was a different kind of smile. I was sure she was going to come back and tell me that the car was already reserved.

I was in a Steve Martin mood. The mood he was in after walking across the runway in Planes, Trains and automobiles.

I leaned my head close to hers. "I want that fucking car," I said. "Right, fucking now. I want four fucking wheels and a fucking seat. I want a little fucking horse on the fucking front of it. My fucking company does a lot of fucking business with Hertz and Hertz is actually an American company. So what do you fucking have to fucking say?"

"You're fucked," she said.

"For real?" I asked. And she nodded.

"But why?" I asked. "I'll pay more."

"Won't fucking help," she smirked.

"But why?" I asked again.

"Because there aren't any fucking pony badges on the Bullitt," she smirked tossing me the keys. "Keep it under a hundred and have fun," she said.

I looked at her and she smiled a genuine smile. It made her look far more beautiful than the faked smile had. "You're an American aren't you?" I asked.

"Damned Skippy," she said.

Holy shit I thought; an American in Paris. I looked back at her name tag and saw G. Gershwin. If I'd just looked at the last name, I'd have thought that she was German.

I drove back to the airport and passed it to get to the hotel. The map in the car was very helpful. It had all of the major hotels marked on it. A paper that came with it informed me that sightseeing tours and maps with all of the famous locations in the city would be available in my hotel.

I considered the beautiful architecture and sights that I saw on the drive to the hotel enough sightseeing for me. I was anxious to get started on my work.

As I checked into my suite, I asked about Anton's room and was told that he'd been looking for me and had left several messages. I listened to the messages and found out that Anton had put aside a block of time for us to work on the finances. It was a very good schedule. We would work for two to three hours each morning before his early rehearsal. That would leave me free to work on the books for most of the afternoon. For me, financial problems were like therapy. I could study the books and at the same time try to figure out where we went wrong. I'd been wondering this whole time what triggered it.

Finding out that the person who'd pledged to spend the rest of their life with you has broken their marriage vows is probably the worst feeling ever. When you lose a spouse to accident, injury or disease, it's actually easier because those are usually things that can't be foreseen and weren't cause by either party.

Infidelity, on the other hand, leaves you feeling all kinds of self-doubt and keeps you wondering if you could have prevented it by doing or saying something differently. It also makes you wonder if they'd lied to you from the beginning. Besides no longer trusting that person any longer, you begin to re-examine and question all of your other relationships. And any and every other woman you ever know for the rest of your life is usually under a lot of scrutiny, not because of things they personally did, but because of the original spouse's inability to remain faithful.

Even more confusing, is when they tell you that they still love you. The voice behind me made me realize that I'd been standing in front of my room with the key card in my hand, locked in my thoughts for several minutes.

"What took you so long to get here?" she asked. I turned and looked at two women. One of whom, the shorter, chunkier one, I'd seen before. The other was slimmer but also older. In fact, she looked older than I was. Both were smiling.

"Nice," said the older one. "I don't know about the suit though. It makes him seem kind of stuffy."

The chunky one handed me a hand written but beautifully lettered note. I smiled because the whole thing smacked of high school.

I looked at the note. It was an invitation to meet at a place called "Coffee City." Apparently, it was some kind of American themed coffee house just down the street from the hotel. I imagined it as being one of those places that young people hung out in and drank different types of coffee drinks and diddled on their computers. I could imagine young men trying to impress and pick up young women, while the women, in turn, tried to feign disinterest after spending hours primping and trying to make themselves appear that they had just left the house in whatever they had on.

I had seen my own daughter spend an hour in front of her mirror applying makeup to make herself look like she didn't have any makeup on. I also made the biggest mistake in the world. I asked her why she didn't just go without makeup.

"Daddy," she'd screamed immediately. "Are you crazy? I can't go out without makeup." I'd realized then that I was glad I was old and married. I simply had no desire to ever be single and have to put up with all of those ridiculous rules and protocols that make up the modern day dating experience.

I don't want to have to update my Facebook page every time some minor event happens in my life. I don't want to tweet whether or not I've balanced a budget or decided to go to a party. It is not the world's business if I decided to divorce Clara, it's ours.

"Well," smiled the chunky, young woman. "She requires an answer."




Summer Sunshine



"I don't think so," I said shaking my head. Her eyes got huge and she looked at me incredulously.

"Why not?" she asked. She seemed to be taking this personally. I began to wonder why she was here inviting me to meet her friend at a coffee shop.

"I just don't have time for it," I said. Then I opened my door and went into the hotel room. She turned and stalked away with her older friend trying hard to keep up with her. The older woman turned back to me with an amused look on her face. 

Less than five minutes later, I turned as someone came into the hotel room. I'd left the door open because I was expecting the bellman with the rest of my luggage, but I turned and saw her standing in my doorway.

She was still wearing the dress from the airport. Her presence changed the room. It somehow became more elegant just from her standing there framed in the doorway, like a painting made real.

"Why don't you want to have coffee with me?" she asked. It was the strangest thing. She'd just started talking as if this was simply a continuation of our previous conversation. There was no greeting, no preamble, she just started talking. Even stranger was the fact that it felt natural. It was as if there was already some sort of intimacy between us.

She looked across the room at me and it was like all of the air got sucked out of the room. The air conditioner was still on. The thermostat was still the same and yet it was hotter and more humid in that room.

I actually stammered as I tried to form an answer. She closed the distance between us. She seemed to float across the room. Her legs made all of the motions of locomotion, but it seemed like she didn't actually need to touch the floor. Her form just flowed from one place to another until we were close enough to touch.

"I...I...is not an answer," she said.

"I don't have the time," I said.

"You don't have anything to do until tomorrow," she said. "I checked. Anton is busy with some French woman he met the last time he was here."

She looked at me and changed tactics. "You saved me from falling flat on my face and possibly getting injured or worse yet, from damaging my cello. I just wanted to buy you a cup of coffee to show my gratitude. Besides I don't take you as the typical accountant."

"What's wrong with accountants?" I asked.

"They have no soul," she said. She ran one finger over my chest, touching it and probing. "Too much muscle under this suit to be the typical accountant," she said.

"What do you mean accountants have no soul?" I asked, backing up and trying to create some distance between us.

"Accountants know the cost of EVERYTHING and the value of NOTHING," she said. I'd heard the line before but it never affected me as much as when she said it. In answer to my stepping back away from her, she simply stepped even closer to me. Her fingers never lost contact with me though. She ran them up over my shirt collar and touched the bare skin of my neck. It got even hotter in the room and I think I started to sweat. Our bodies were close enough that she had to feel the rising tent in my pants and I could clearly see the imprints her nipples were making in the material of the dress.

"Sorry about the delay with your bags, Monsieur," said the bellman loudly. He had that same snotty expression on his face that French waiters always have in movies. He was almost comedic. He was a caricature brought to life. He had the tiny, hilarious hat that bellman in movies from the fifties wore. It was tilted jauntily on his head as if it was a badge of honor. He even had that tiny, shitty mustache that looked like it was drawn on his face with an eye liner. And, of course, his hand was stuck out expecting a tip.

I looked at my bags on the floor around him and looked at my watch. I believed in rewarding people for doing their jobs and doing their jobs well. On the other hand, if a person didn't do a good job, fuck them. I was usually a great tipper for great service. I was a mediocre tipper for mediocre service. And I stiffed people regularly for shitty service. I checked in at the front desk over thirty minutes ago. I was the only person whose bags he had to bring up. I wondered if this was his first day or if he'd simply gotten lost on his way to my room. I was about to interrogate him to find out why it took him a half an hour to get my bags to me. Maybe he needed time to smoke a fucking cigarette or to go through my bags.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to because the climate in the room changed yet again. The finger that she'd been slowly moving across my face joined the other four exquisite fingers on that hand as I turned to face him. She didn't move away from me at all. This put us in a position where we were literally shoulder to shoulder and she wrapped her arm around my waist. For two people who were almost total strangers, it was an extremely intimate position to be in. I began to wonder if she'd even noticed my wedding ring.

That thought alone caused my anger to spike. I wasn't angry at the girl. I was pissed at Clara. Why should I have expected some girl I didn't know to respect my wedding ring when my wife clearly had no respect for her own?

I draped my own arm around her waist and looked back at the bellman. I have to admit that the guy had balls the size of an aircraft carrier. His arm had begun to shake from being held straight out for so long but his gaze never wavered. I pulled a few notes of the smallest denomination I could find out of my pocket and handed them to him.

"Thank you Monsieur," he spat out. Somehow the words, "thank you," sounded as if he meant, "Fuck you." But he bowed and turned towards the door.

"Leave it open?" I said. I'm not sure if I asked him to do it because I thought that having the door open would protect ME from her; or if I thought it would protect HER from me. It didn't matter but I did notice the smirk on his face as he closed it.

"Where were we?" she smiled as she looked into my eyes. There was a connection so strong it was scary. It was very similar to what had happened in the elevator. In my mind, I tried to write it off as lust. I'd heard all kinds of stories for most of my life where they described lust as being hot and irresistible and love as being cooler and longer burning.

I had no intention of ruining what was left of my marriage by succumbing to what was probably the last gasp of testosterone in me raging against the dying light. Some men go crazy as their testosterone levels drop. They get bad hair pieces or dye their hair and buy sports cars. Shit, I was only forty five. Was I going crazy already?

The only thing I knew was that at that moment, I wanted her badly. I put that thought away and focused my attention in a different direction. "Okay," I said. "Why don't you go and tell your friends where you'll be, while I change. I'll meet you there in ten minutes. Do I have to drive there?"

"You have a car?" she asked, smiling. I couldn't tell what was going through her head. "You don't have to drive. It's only a block away. Just out the door near the main desk and turn right. Ten minutes," she said, pointing her finger at me. "Don't make me come and find you again."

Even as I took off my suit, I wondered what I was getting into. I was sure that as soon as I stepped into the coffee shop, I'd look around and the joke would be sprung on me. A steaming pile of dog shit would fall from the ceiling and splatter itself all over me and they'd all laugh. I was still ever so slightly pissed by her cracks about accountants having no souls. But I dressed anyway. I put on a pair of casual pants and a polo shirt. It wasn't very cool. I didn't have my pants sagging off of my ass, showing the top of my underwear and I wore my most comfortable Italian loafers, not the new Air Jordans, but for a guy my age, I was comfortable.

I followed the directions she'd given me and found myself in front of Coffee City, still wondering what I was doing there. During the ten minutes that had passed since I'd seen her, I'd tried to think about the possible divorce in front of me, but my thoughts kept going back to that girl/woman whose name I didn't even know.

I looked through the crowd of people in the café and as luck wouldn't have it, she wasn't in one of the convenient tables that were on the sidewalk. Nope, she was all the way in the back, at a table full of people. I recognized some of them from seeing them at the orchestra's rehearsals. I wasn't looking forward to walking through that mass of humanity to her table. I suspected that when I got there the joke would be sprung.

I imagined her asking me why I was there and looking at me as if I was crazy. Then she'd tell them all how she had tons of old guys stalking her, even in Paris. I was about to turn and walk back the way I'd come when she spotted me. She flashed me that smile and waved me over.

I made my way through the crowd of people and realized that I wasn't out of place. One of the bizarre things about the place was that there were all ages and types of people there. It wasn't simply a place for young people to gather or for old people either. Everyone was there drinking coffee or whatever, laughing, talking, arguing about sports and having a good time.

As I got to her table, she stood up and I went stock still. I was sure that whatever was going to happen would happen then. And it did. But it wasn't what I was expecting. She stood up and actually took my hand. A younger guy, who had a musical instrument case that looked like it had some kind of horn in it, took one look at her holding my hand and glared at me.

"I'll see you later," she said casually and dragged me across the restaurant where we found an open table.

"We could have stayed back there with your friends," I said. "That way when I leave you'd still have your seat."

"Exactly what do you mean by that?" she asked as we sat down.

"You know," I said smiling. "We'll have a cup of coffee or whatever and you'll tell me why I'm here."

She looked at me nervously. "At first I just wanted to thank you for..." she began and she hesitated. "Serendipity," she said, shrugging her shoulders and throwing her arms out wide.

"You're here for the pure fuck of it." I looked at her like she was crazy. She stood up and moved her chair around the table until she was sitting right next to me and we were so close that I was uncomfortable.

"People are full of shit," she said. She pointed back at her table. "Do you see all of those people at that table?"

"Uhm, you're pointing at your friends, right?" I said.

"Those people are not my friends," she said. "Until yesterday I had rarely ever spoken to any of them. Brenda is my friend." She pointed at the chunky woman she was usually with.

"It's mostly because of you that I'm here with these people," she said matter of factly. "Maybe they're your friends."

"I see them almost every day. Some of them are young. Some of them are old. They gather together and they chatter about everything and nothing. I rarely speak to them. I can watch them moving on in their lives and it's weird. Everyone changes; I stay the same. I'm...a solo cello, outside a chorus."

I nodded my head. Though her analogy was about the members of her orchestra, I totally understood it. I often wondered what my connection to the people I worked with was as well.

"I've got a secret. It's time for me to tell that you've been keeping me warm," I looked at her and wondered what she meant. "Brenda and I had a talk," she continued. "Brenda thinks that I've stood outside of life watching it instead of participating for too long. She thinks I should plunge into the stream of life and experience all of the joy and bitterness for myself."

"But don't you live life just by being alive?" I asked.

She squeezed my arm and laughed. "I'm twenty five years old," she said. "I've never had a boyfriend since elementary school. I've had sex two or three times in my life and even then I just went looking for a guy, just so I wasn't a virgin. It's kind of embarrassing these days to be a virgin. No one connects it with purity anymore. They connect it more with desperation. They make it seem like you're not having sex because no one wants you."

"I guess I've never really given things like that much thought. I've always had my music and that was enough for me. My Cello is my main focus. What do you have?" she asked. "Maybe it's your wife?"

I shook my head. "More likely it's my daughter and then my cars," I said.

"What kind of cars?" she asked smiling.

"Mustangs," I said.

"Oh, no," she said. "Not you too? My dad had one."

"I have six," I said. She just started laughing.

"This may work," she said. "I like seeing you outside of that suit. You look much more... friendly without the suit and the glasses."

"Contacts," I said.

"Anyway, Brenda and I were having a talk and she decided that it was time for me to find the great love of my life. But, since I have no idea about what it's like to be in love or any of that shit, we decided that I need a practice guy." I looked at her strangely and started stroking the wedding band on my finger.

"Don't get upset," she said. "I'm talking about a simple summer fling. Nothing serious, I just need to learn the ins and outs of the relationship dance. It will, of course, only be temporary with a decided beginning, middle and end, just like a song. We've already done the intro," she smiled. "So now we're at the beginning stage..."

"What do you mean, WE?" I asked.

"Don't you want to be my summer fling?" she asked.

"Uhm, I'm married," I quickly pointed out.

"I don't care," she said.

"Isn't that immoral?" I asked. "You seem like a nice girl."

"I am a nice girl," she said. "I do this thing when I make a decision. I base it on music. A song comes to mind right now. Cheap trick has a song called 'Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go everywhere.' I want to go everywhere." I laughed when she said it.

"So anyway, I was about to tell Brenda how ridiculous I thought the idea was, when I tripped and almost killed myself. Suddenly, I found myself suspended above the floor waiting for an impact and the sound of my precious Cello splintering, when I stared into the most amazing eyes. It was then that I decided that maybe her stupid idea could work."

"I think it might be good for both of us," she said. "You seem to be carrying your own issues along with you. You seem to be burdened with the same sort of isolation and sadness too." I nodded.

"I guess I can see what you're talking about. You're a young woman and you want to explore some aspects of your life. But I'm an old married guy. And I'm..."

"And nothing," she said. "You're what forty?"

"Forty five," I said.

"Fifty is the new thirty," she said.

"Hey, what about that guy at your table?" I asked.

Her expression changed as she looked at the guy I pointed at. "He's an ass half," she spat. "It takes two of him to make an asshole. He screwed my friend Brenda for the whole winter and then dumped her in the spring. He's a pussy hound. Remember how I told you that those people at the table aren't my friends?"

"Yep, you said they were my friends," I said. "I still don't understand why."

She smiled at me and reached across the table and took my hand. "Did you feel anything pass between us when you caught me?" she asked. "I did and I've never felt anything like that before. I knew that I wanted you to be the man I had my fling with. Nothing else mattered. Before then, I didn't wear makeup and I dressed in baggy sweats. I always kept my hair up in a bun and generally just didn't do anything unless I was dressing up for a performance. But I wanted you to notice me, so I let my hair down and put on a dress." I nodded again and smiled.

"I...I noticed," I stuttered.

She smiled at me and put her head really close to mine. "You were supposed to," she said. "The problem is that it drew out all of those idiots too. You don't have to make a decision about this immediately, but I don't see a downside for you. And there's nothing but upside for me."

I noticed that her eyes had started looking upwards. I turned and looked to see what she was looking at. The guy from the other table was standing over us. We were so close together and concentrating so intently on each other, that I hadn't noticed him approach.

"Hey, Athena," he said. "We're all thinking about going to the beach tomorrow. I wanted to know what you thought about the idea."

"I think you should have a good time and stop worrying about what I'm thinking or doing," she said. I hadn't said a word, but he glared at me again.

The guy just wouldn't give up. "I was just curious about what you wanted to do," he said.

"I'd like to finish my conversation and be left alone," she said sweetly. He left after glaring at me again.

We picked up our conversation and whiled the afternoon away talking and laughing like old friends. We were interrupted a few times as one person or another came over to our table. She told me about her life and how much she loved her music. And I, in turn, found myself opening up to her about my problems with Clara and how I'd really run away to Paris to think about what I should do.

She was a great listener. I could have sat there with her stroking my hand and looking into my eyes. She screwed up her face and started to say something but held herself back when I told her exactly what Clara had been doing.

She was a study in contrasts. It amazed me that she was trying to get me to consider having a summer fling with her, but she thought that Clara having sex with other men was inexcusable.

"In your case, you'd be doing it to have some kind of revenge against her. She started it," she said.

"Two wrongs don't make a right," I said.

"Three lefts do," she said. "I've been LEFT out of life. You were LEFT out of her thoughts when she cheated. And she should be LEFT out of consideration for that. That makes this right."

"So how would this work exactly?" I asked. Her smile tripled in intensity.

"We just start seeing each other. We let the relationship grow on its own until we just end it at the end of the summer," she said. "In your case, it would be up to you to decide whether or not you tell your wife. For the next three months or so, we just act naturally," she said.

"How do we know when it's over?" I asked.

"We can pick a date either at random or just whenever summer ends. We're both adults and we know that it will probably hurt a bit. If we're good at this, we're going to have a lot invested in it emotionally. It will probably be a little bit painful to stop seeing each other." I nodded.

"I want that," she said. "I guess it's time I experienced the pain of having my guts ripped out by love."

Just hearing her words took me back to what I was feeling. It was exactly what I felt each time I thought of Clara fucking those men.

"No, you really don't," I said. I tried to stop it, but a single tear rolled down my cheek. Again, the image that I couldn't erase from my mind of Clara in bed with some faceless guy caused me to ask, "What about...?"

"Sex," she said, far louder than I was comfortable with. "We're definitely going to do that."

At that moment my phone rang. I looked down and saw that it was Clara calling me. Just seeing her name on the screen of my phone pissed me off to the point where I made the snap decision that I'd been leaning towards anyway.

"I'm in," I said.

She picked up our coffees and we linked arms.

"To sweet beginnings and bitter endings," she said.

For the rest of the afternoon we settled in and got to know each other better. We touched each other; we laughed and talked like longtime friends. Her fellow orchestra members, including the guy who hated me, looked over at our table several times. Sometime later, as the sun started to descend, she leaned over and kissed me.




Summer Surprise



Author's Note: This story is not in segments like my usual writes are, but is divided by chapters all submitted in one swoop. Please enjoy and remember to comment if you like, but mostly enjoy this story. Thank you to Ronnie W., for the suggestions with some of the text.~ Red

Chapter One

Pamela watched the pick-up truck pull into her drive and wiped her flour-covered hands on her apron; her hired hand was here. Her husband had passed away three years ago and she had milked their prize herd all by herself as well tended the farm's crops. For all her hard work she'd finally managed to make the last payment on the small farm and this year opted to hire a full-time summer employee. 

She'd interviewed several young men. Some were obviously looking for an easy summer job, milk a few cows, lift a few hay bales, eat a fine meal and then party time. But that wasn't what Pamela wanted or needed in her employee. Eventually, she'd settled on one applicant. She watched the young man get out of his truck and pull off his baseball cap. No one would have looked at the gentleman and seen "farmer" nor would they have seen "artist." What they would have seen was a city boy wanting to experience life, and that was what he'd told her. 

Pamela liked the answer. She'd not taught since she married Will and she saw Trent as her way of recapturing something she enjoyed doing, teaching. She didn't have to be in a classroom. She just enjoyed showing people how to do something new. Her fingers were unknotting her apron when she heard the doorbell ring and she chuckled at her thoughts and how easily she was distracted.

She tossed the floured material across a chair and headed to the door, her fingers picked up a small ring. When she opened her house to the young man, it was with a welcoming smile and a dangling brass key. "No more need to ring the bell," she said. 

Trent grinned and took the offered key. "Thanks," he answered back. When she stepped away, he walked in. He took a deep breath and his smile grew wider. "Misses Reins, I am so glad food comes with the job." 

She laughed and closed the screen door, opting to let the other stay open. "It's the least I can do, that and offer you a place to sleep. You don't know how much this means to me. I am curious how much easier this could make my summer, perhaps this will determine whether or not I hire a full-time employee." 

"Well, we'll agree to use each other. I'll use you to further my experiences in farming, which I have none, and you can use yours to determine if you're better off continuing as you have been, which I am still in awe over."

"Sounds like a plan. You go set yourself up and dinner will be ready by the time you're done. Tomorrow we'll start your lessons," she said and left him so she could attend to dinner.

Trent grabbed the two bags he'd dragged in with him and headed to the back bedroom. She told him when he was being interviewed that if he was hired he'd be sleeping in her and her husband's old room. He knew where to go, having been given a tour of the place when he applied. She'd removed any traces of her husband though, he figured she'd done that some time ago, years probably. Now the room seemed kinda bare, and more like a little hotel room with just the basics. 

He tossed his bags to the queen bed and sat down. The blanket was thick and the color, vibrant. The pattern was a deep maroon with paisley print. There were matching night stands on each side. A full length mirror stood in the corner, its frame a dark cherry. A dresser that matched the head and foot board of the bed were also of the same coloring as the rest of the furniture. There were only a couple of paintings in the room. One was of a cabin beside a lake and the other, a waterfall. Both were lovely, but he figured just quick pieces that were stuck up there to cover the empty space where memories had probably been. 

Trent walked over to the door of his closet and slid it open. Several empty hangers greeted him, but nothing else. Yes, she'd removed any traces of her Will and Trent was thankful for that. He wasn't keen on sleeping in a dead man's room, but he also knew the other option was kicking the widow out of the bedroom upstairs and that wasn't an option. He left the closet open and then opened the door to the bathroom. It was a nice sized room. The colors were not feminine or masculine, but neutral. Pale green with a warm mix of a darker green around the edges of the room. There was a shower as well as a spacious tub. The sink had a medicine cabinet above it and the counter was large enough to accommodate his morning supplies. Clean linen was stored in a small closet located behind the door. 

A knock reached his ears and he turned back toward the door. "Hey," he said with a smile. 

"Hi, dinner's ready when you are," Pam answered. 

"Great," he looked to his bags, "I'll get to those later. I also have a box of odds and ends I brought, some things to fill my time when I'm not working, though I have a feeling I'll be working hard." 

"That's the plan," she added with a laugh. 

Pam turned to go and headed back to the kitchen. She hadn't cooked for another in a long time and hoped she had fixed enough for the young man. Her employee followed behind her and she suddenly found herself concerned about how she walked. She rolled her eyes at the thought, telling herself to grow up, though at the age of fifty-three, she was grown up. 

Trent followed his landlady/boss into the dining room and heard his stomach growl. He blushed when Pam looked back at him with a raised brow. 

"Hungry?" she asked. 

"Yes," he admitted and pulled a chair out for her. 

Pam was shocked by the gentlemanly behavior. Will only pulled her chair out at restaurants, never at their dinner table. She blushed and thanked Trent before sliding her napkin over her lap. 

Trent thought nothing of it and sat down beside her. He'd placed her at the head of the table and he sat to her right. He chuckled at the cloth napkins and kept his to the side of his plate. 

"What's so funny?" she asked as she proceeded to hand him a glass of lemonade she'd poured. 

"This. I'm thinking that this is very elaborate for a hired hand." 

He looked at the mashed potatoes, gravy, beans, biscuits, chicken, corn and pie. "Do you expect me to move from the table or are you going to roll me to bed?" 

She laughed. "Did I over do it?" she asked him. 

Trent chuckled. "No, I think I'll eat as much as I can and enjoy it, because there will be times I'm sure I will crawl into bed from exhaustion." 

"True." 

They ate in silence. Each one enjoyed the company, but neither wanting to force the other to converse either. Trent eventually broke down though and asked if it would be okay to add some pictures to his room. He'd not make a lot of holes in her walls, but he would need to make a few. 

"No, I don't mind at all. That room is yours for the next few months, longer if this works out and you decide you want to come down on weekends and work. I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy having the extra hands around here. It was a lot harder than I imagined it was going to be after Will passed, but I did it. Now I want to spoil myself," Pamela answered. 

"Then I will do my best to make myself at home. Are you okay still with Jill coming to visit me on weekends?" he asked. 

"Trent, I told you over the phone that I wanted you to make this your home, so by all means your girlfriend can come over and before you ask, she can stay the night in your room. I'm older than you by twenty years. I'm smart enough to know you'll want to bring your girlfriend home with you," she stood up and grabbed his empty plate, "Slice us some pie and bring it out to the patio, we'll enjoy it there." 

She left him blushing, but she wanted to make sure he knew he could have his life and live it while he was here on her farm, even if it meant she had to wear ear plugs so she didn't hear what may transpire under her bedroom floorboards. When she returned, the young man had done as she requested and she quickly put away the left overs and joined him outside. 

Trent watched her take a seat beside him and he found himself studying her as she ate her dessert. She was a nice woman, obviously strong, intelligent and possibly stubborn. She looked ten years younger then the number she spouted out earlier in the evening. Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail. The color reminded him of wheat waiting to be harvested. Her eyes were green and he thought her skin would be very soft if one were to reach out and timidly caress it. She wore no make-up and he found that refreshing. 

There wasn't a time he could recall Jill not wearing make-up. Even in the mornings after lovemaking she looked freshly put together. It wasn't until he watched her ease out of bed and run to the bathroom that he realized how obsessed his girlfriend was with her looks. Jill was a looker, but he suddenly wondered what it would be like to see her freshly scrubbed with no make-up on. "She even locks me out of the bathroom, until she's got her 'face' on," he muttered. 

"Huh?" Pamela asked. She had heard Trent say something, but she didn't know what it was. She had been lost in the memories of her past and she hoped she hadn't missed something important. Then she wondered, what they had been talking about in the first place. 

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking out loud. This is good, by the way . . . really, everything was good," he told her. 

She smiled and thanked him. "I was happy to feed you. I haven't really cooked for another since Will passed away. I guess, judging by the amount of food I cooked, I missed it." 

"Well, he was a lucky man if you fed him like that, even once a month." 

"Thanks, Trent. I was a lucky lady. He'd come in from milking and be all smelly and icky, but he still managed to get himself to the table clean as a whistle and as hungry as a horse. The earlier days in our marriage, my cooking was horrid. If it wasn't burnt then it wasn't cooked all the way. Once, I got so fed up, I opened a freezer bag of frozen beets, put it on the table and called him to dinner. We went out that night."

Trent laughed. "Well I guess if I walk in and see frozen beets on the table, I better offer to take you to supper." 

Her laughter filled the air and she told him that would do just fine, but she hasn't served frozen beets in years and she was quite handy in the kitchen now. He agreed she was and then stood up, taking her dish he headed back to the house. "I'll clean up and you go do whatever it is you do."

She followed him in and tried not to watch him walk, but she gave up and admired the view of denim covering a well-formed ass. "Jesus woman," she said, quietly chastising herself. 

"Huh?" he asked, stopping to look back at her. 

"Nothing; I was just thinking out loud." 

"Well, stop . . . or we'll both be going 'huh?' all summer," he winked, turned back around and headed to the kitchens. 

She watched him work, not feeling guilty at all for letting him wash off the crumbs of pie that littered their plates, or the dishes they'd eaten off of earlier. Will would do the same thing. She would cook; he would clean. It wasn't something she expected, it was just something that happened, watching Trent brought back a sense of rightness she hadn't known was missing. When he was finished, she thanked him and offered to spend some time with him in the other room watching TV if he chose to.

"I believe I'll unpack the truck and ready my room."

"Sounds good. I'm going to head to bed. Do you need me to wake you up or will have your alarm set?" she asked. 

"I'll set the alarm. Five a.m. right?" he asked. 

She giggled, "No. Five is when you are supposed to be in the barn with me milking. I'll wake you up at three." 

"Oh that's right. Three a.m. mini meal and then round up cows, milk um and then your feeding the National Guard at seven," he joked. 

Pamela winked and spun on her heels. "Night Trent," she said and waved goodbye. 

"Night Misses Reins," he answered back. 

She stopped and poked her head back into the kitchen. "Pam or Pamela . . . Misses Reins adds another thirty or forty years to my life as well as a hump on my back and gray hair the color of a dirty patch of snow . . . not an attractive picture of my mother." She shivered at the thought. 

Trent laughed and promised it would be Pam or Pamela from now on. 

"Thanks," she winked and left him alone. The time was barely seven-thirty, but farming wasn't easy work and it was time-consuming work, so she knew they both needed their sleep. She hoped Trent went to bed soon.

Pamela readied herself, pulling on a night dress and slipping under the quilt that had been pulled from her closet after Will's death. She had taken all his things and those that she'd shared with him and donated most of it. Something told her to save just the truly special things and to let the rest become a memory for another person to enjoy. So she did. Now she lay in bed while a new man slept in a room that no other man had ever slept in, not even a child of theirs. They had never conceived, something that disappointed them both. In the end when Pamela did finally fall asleep it was with the thought of never having had a child to hold, something she always regretted. 

Trent had his box of oddities on the bed and began arranging them on his dresser. There was a picture of Jill and one of his parents, both deceased. There was a black box full of his pastels and another box full of colored pencils. He took his watch off and tossed it on the dresser as well as his favorite paperweight, a gift from his brother. The little crystal hula dancer rarely held papers down, but she was nice to look at. Sometimes he'd imagine himself in Hawaii and he'd find himself lost in sketching chalk drawings of ocean beaches and sensuous waves of frothy water. He'd never been off the mainland of the USA, but he would . . . in time. 

He put away his shaving supplies, toothbrush, paste as well as his colognes. He wondered if he had enough, not knowing if a simple shower would erase the smells of farming every night or not, but he hoped so. He looked at the time and quickly put his clothes away. When he climbed into bed, wearing his boxers, he thought of how odd it was to be sleeping in a stranger's home and not have anyone you know around. The fact that it was now rolling to eight thirty wasn't lost on him either. He was wide awake and knew he'd be in trouble if he didn't fall asleep soon. 

Trent picked up the phone and dialed Jill. She answered and squealed in his ear when she realized it was him.

"Hey lover," he said quietly. 

 "Hey yourself," she answered. "Are you all settled in? Ready to play a country boy?"

Trent laughed. "Yea, I'm ready, but I can't sleep. I have to be up at three and-"

 "Three in the freaking morning Trent. You better get some sleep."  

"Yea, I know. I just wanted to say hi and tell you goodnight. You're still coming up here on Friday?" he asked, unsure if he could take her telling him no. He enjoyed having Jill in his life and if things continued on the path they were currently on, he hoped to have her in his life for a long time. 

 "Yea, wearing nothing but bells and a smile," she said with a giggle following close behind. 

"Oh that'll go over with my boss."

 "The Widow? Heck, she's probably so old and senile, she'd not notice." 

"She'd notice," he told her. A feeling of anger over her callus comment filled him, but he said nothing. Jill would see Pamela and know she was anything but an old and senile woman. She was graceful, kind, and quite pretty. Her age didn't show and he admitted to himself she was a nice shaped woman. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud beep on the phone. He growled out, but apologized to Jill. Whenever he got lost in thought while they were talking she'd push one of the numbers on the phone and the ringing pitch would always bring him back to reality. 

 "Well . . . I'm going to head out. Mac and Debbie are going clubbing and I'm tagging along. See you in four days, lover . . . don't wear that meat out while your out there. I don't want to see a rosy palm greet me when I see you again. Tell the old lady hi and I look forward to meeting her," Jill said and then hung up.

"I will-" he started to say, but the words were drowned out by the sound of the phone and the telling noise it makes when one hangs up. He sighed and placed the phone back on the receiver. He looked at the picture of Jill and wondered what his weekend would bring him. As sleep overtook him, he thought of the woman above him and wondered how she looked fresh from a good night's sleep. 

Chapter Two

She sat there studying him. Her eyes full of a mixture of compassion, humor, and perhaps doubt. She woke up fifteen minutes before three and had walked downstairs to make hot coffee for Trent and hot tea for herself. She then headed back to upstairs to shower. When she reappeared, she had on a pair of jeans, a blue denim shirt and her hair was braided. She headed down the stairs and breathed in the thick aroma of coffee. Pamela loved the scent, but hated the taste, she knew though that Trent admitted liking it and so when she had gone shopping she'd picked up a fresh can of the hair growing confection and now another memory filled her senses. Will had enjoyed coffee too and had insisted on living off of it. 

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard a sound coming from Trent's room. She stopped and listened, concentrating all her thoughts on the low hum. She smiled when she realized her city boy hadn't woken up yet and his alarm was blaring. 

She'd pounded on his door and eventually she conceded defeat and opened it. He was spread out, in his boxers, legs tangled in the covers and the dim light from the bathroom and the hall cascaded over him. She stared for a moment at his young body. A hard chest and thick hair accented broad shoulders and long legs. The noise of the alarm though would not allow her to concentrate on her employee and she silently cursed the offending sound, walked over and shut it off.

"Trent," she called out and shoved his shoulder with her hand. He jerked slightly and pulled a pillow over his head. She laughed and yanked it off of him. 

What happened next had been a shock to both of them; he rolled over grabbed her arm and pulled her down to him. She was on her back and him above her before she could catch her breath. His mouth was inches from hers, before he woke up and realized what was happening. She watched dawning cross his features and he jumped off her. His apology filled the air and he promised to be out of the house in ten minutes. 

It took Pamela a moment to realize what he was saying and she pushed herself off the bed. "Trent, stop. I startled you, no big deal. I'm not hurt and you did nothing that warrants you leaving, so just get a quick shower and be in the kitchen in ten minutes for coffee and a fast bite." 

She didn't want to admit that having him over her, had been very pleasing, nor did she want to draw notice to the morning wood that she'd felt pressed against her stomach. Instead she walked out of the room and shut the door behind her, then she reacted. She felt the heat of her skin increase tenfold and she bit back the giggle that threatened to escape her. "Jill is one lucky lady," she muttered and headed to the kitchens. 

Trent stared into his cup. He felt like an idiot. Oversleeping, assaulting Pamela, and then while he showered he'd jerked off to the memory of having her beneath him, a place he'd forced her to be after she'd been kind enough to wake him up. She'd interrupted a dream, a very hot and erotic dream of him and Jill going at it. 




Summer Suspicions



I didn't know what was going on. My sex drive was decreasing, almost like I was already satisfied without having sex or masturbating. Normally I wake up with a hardon, normally I jackoff in the shower or have sex with my girlfriend regularly but lately I haven't wanted to do either, the urges were just gone. I thought about going to the doctor because I knew a 19 year old guy shouldn't have this kind of problem but 19 year old guys don't do doctors much either so I figured I'd wait and see if anything changed.

I did try and figure out when this started if anything in my life had brought it on. To my best recollection it began at the beginning of summer so I thought about what that could mean and what had changed. The only thing I could think of was my sister had come home from college. Lisa, my sister, is a few years older than me and studying to be a nurse. Once she was done with school for the year she had returned for the summer, but that was the only thing that had changed.

It wasn't until mid-July that my suspicions of what was happening to me turned to something sinister. I woke up one morning and went to the bathroom to take a leak and my urine stream sprayed in three directions. The only time that happens is after sex or tossing off and the dried semen clogs my hole. I didn't wake up with my sheets gross from a wet dream or remember having one and I knew I hadn't masturbated either so what the hell? When I left the bathroom after cleaning up the mess I ran into Lisa.

"Hey, baby brother. How'd ya sleep," she asked, smacking my ass like in sports.

"Okay, actually really well. I don't think I even dreamed."

When I said this, the look on her face seemed strange like she knew I hadn't as well, before I said it. I began to put things together. Sister comes home, my sex drive drops, I wake up with dried cum in my cock and have been sleeping really good and not dreaming that I can remember. And Lisa was acting a little strange all summer toward me. I caught her watching me mow the lawn with my shirt off and she has been more touchy-feely than usual. I decided to do some investigating that night because something was just not right.

Before I went to bed I adjusted my webcam on my computer monitor to focus on my bed. Then I started recoding video, turned off my monitor to hide that fact and went to bed like normal. I sleep naked, have since high school. When I woke up the next morning I couldn't remember dreaming and my cock was soft, which never happened before Lisa came home. I had to pee but was too curious to see if the webcam had picked up anything.

Getting on my computer I stopped the recording and had to wait a long ass time for it to save and render the long video since I had recorded almost eight hours. I really had to pee so while it was working I quickly went to the bathroom and hurried back to my room, shut the door and locked it. The video was almost done, and I started it at the beginning. There I was, stripping down and getting in to bed. Luckily I have a streetlight outside my room that sends light into my window giving me a decent picture because when I turned off my room light it got much darker. I used the settings on my computer player to brighten the image as much as I could and then began fast-forwarding to see if anything happened.

Suddenly, about three hours in a saw a blur pass the screen, making me jump and stop the video to regular speed. To my shock and amazement I saw it was Lisa. She had something in her hand and was wearing her little nightshirt she sleeps in. I leaned forward, watching the screen with all my attention when someone knocked on my door, making me jump. I scrambled to stop the video.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Lisa, can I come in?"

"I'm not dressed, what do you need?"

"I'm a nurse, Luke, it's not like I haven't seen everything before."

"What do you want, Lisa," I said ignoring her comment.

"Just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out today, maybe go to the beach or something?"

"Yeah, maybe... I guess."

"Okay, well, I'll talk to you at breakfast."

I waited a few seconds before turning the video back on and the volume down. I watched with increasing alarm as my sister pulled back the sheets very slowly to uncover my chest and arms. Then she put the thing in her hand on my shoulder just above my bicep. I looked at my arm in real time, seeing if I could see any remnants of what she had put there. In the video it looked like a round patch and stuck to my arm. I couldn't see anything now but when I smelled my arm I noticed a distinct aroma, like alcohol or some kind or solvent.

After Lisa put it on my arm she stood by my bed for probably ten minutes, waiting. Her back was too the camera and I could swear she was rubbing herself with her hands in front but with the bad video and light I couldn't be sure. After she waited she reached out to me and shook me. I didn't wake up! She even called my name and shook me again. The patch was a drug! My sister's drugging me!

If that wasn't enough to freak me out what happened next surely did. She pulled my covers completely off my body and grabbed my flaccid cock. My mouth dropped open. My sister was stroking me, and my cock hardened as I slept. Then to my amazement she leaned over and started sucking it. I stopped the video, leaned back in my chair and stared at the frozen image of my sister's mouth halfway down my shaft. My fucking sister was molesting me as I slept!

I felt my cock roll over, looking down it was growing on its own, something that hasn't happened for a while. The idea of Lisa sucking me had conflicting results. Naturally I was disgusted but also turned on. I wondered how long she had been doing this, and the answer was simple. Since she came home from school. It explained everything.

My cock hardened completely as I stared at the screen and I started the video again, too curious to stop. Lisa sucked me for a good while and it was now obvious she was playing with herself as she did it. Her free hand was just grinding away between her legs as she sucked and stroked my cock with her mouth and the other hand.

When she stopped she stood up and pulled her shirt off. My mouth dropped. I never saw my sister as attractive before. I mean, fuck, she's my sister. But the woman on the screen, now naked, was gorgeous. Her breasts were firm, round and matched her thin athletic frame. They weren't too small but just perfect. Her shapely bottom was amazing capping off her long legs. Her brown hair in a pony bounced gently against her sexy back and I noticed, as she turned, she had shaved her muff clean. My body just laid there, with my cock bouncing to my heartbeat. It was surreal to watch myself like this and not remember anything.

Lisa climbed onto my bed, crawled over my body and grabbed my cock again. She gave it a few strokes before tearing open a condom with her teeth and unrolling it onto my stiff shaft. Once it was unrolled, she lifted herself up, pulling me vertical and eased down onto my cock. I looked down at my throbbing penis between my legs, oozing now plentifully. The penis that I now knew had been in my sister's pussy, who knows how many times. My hand went naturally around it; I began stroking as my sister began riding me on the video.

My microphone began to pick up her moans as her efforts increased. I watched her grab her perky tits and pinch both nipples as she pounded down on my cock. She played with her clit as she grinded on my dick and moaned in enjoyment. I felt my pleasure increase as I stroked, so turned on by what I was watching. Lisa was riding me harder than a girl had ever ridden me. Just slamming down on my cock like no tomorrow and her noises were getting louder, but since my parent's bedroom was across the house she feared nothing.

I watched my body, unresponsive, bounce slightly as my bed moved from Lisa's assault. The girl had stamina and was in great shape. She rode me like that for over twenty minutes before turning around and doing the reverse cowgirl with her hands on my chest and her feet supporting her. This was when I got a great view of my condom-covered cock sliding in and out of my sister's very wet pussy. The look on her face was pure bliss. It was apparent she was going to cum soon. I heard her began speaking.

"Almost there... Almost there.... don't you cum yet, Brother. Don't you go soft on my yet!" she voiced with an angry tint.

About a minute later she began to cum, her body tightened up visually and she started to make small yelps between breaths, almost like a puppy. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, causing my balls to lift. I stood up and ejaculated on my desk and was shocked because of how little came out. It was a pathetic amount of semen, the least I had ever seen. Not only did it not shoot out, the color was off as well, just dribbling out of my slit onto the desk to make a grey mostly clear small puddle. I knew then that my sister had been draining me almost completely during the night.

I heard her talking again, on the video, "Good boy, Luke, you didn't cum until after I did. I'm training you well."

I watched as she got off me. My cock was deflating and the condom was full of my semen. She pulled it off me, tied it closed, dropping it on the floor. Then she started sucking me clean, sucking my soft cock, and swallowing the remains of my load! I was stunned. My sister was a fucking slut, crazy whore!

The knock on my door startled me again but worse this time. I had a small load of semen in plain sight on my desk and my sister sucking my soft cock on my computer screen. I stopped the video, found a sock to clean up my cum and asked who it was again.

"Me, just wondering when you're coming down for breakfast. Mom made our favorite," Lisa responded.

"I'll be down in a minute."

She left again and I shut the video off completely, moving the file to a secure location because I had a feeling my big sister wasn't done with me especially after the small load I had given that morning. The problem came when I left my room. How was I going to face her? How was I going to sit at the same table knowing what she had been doing to me? Should I confront her? She I tell my mom and dad?

I decided to do nothing for now, just act normal and give nothing away until I could figure out what I should do. I walked into the kitchen and froze, almost giving myself away. Lisa was sitting at the table in her bikini top ready for the beach and the image shocked me. The video of her naked had changed the way I saw my sister now. Sitting at the table in her skimpy string bikini and her hair pulled back like on the video caused me to stare.

"Finally, breakfast has been ready for a while, Luke," Lisa said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I regained my composure and sat down. Mom dished up my plate and sat it down for me.

"So you two are heading to the beach today?" Mom asked.

"Yep," Lisa said quickly.

"I didn't say I was for sure," I said.

"Oh, come on, Luke... it will be fun. I bet there will be tons of hot chicks."

"Yeah, maybe... don't really care."

"Are you feeling alright, Luke," my mother asked.

"Fine, just don't think I want to go to the beach today."

"You haven't spent much time with your sister this summer. I think it would be fun for you two to spend a day."

Not spent much time with my sister? Oh if she only knew how much time I had been spending! Mom would freak out. I really didn't want to go. I wanted to figure out what I was going to do about Lisa and I wanted to finish that video and see what else she had done.

"Please, Luke, just come to the beach with me. I'm already dressed and ready."

Yes she was, she looked great in her swimsuit and this gave me the opportunity to look at her again without being suspicious.

"Is that new?" I asked.

"Brand new."

"It's pretty small," Mom said.

"I'm a grown woman, Mother."

"I know, I just forget sometimes."

I hadn't taken my eyes off Lisa while they conversed. Lisa's eyes returned to me, seeing me looking at her.

"Do you like it, Luke?" she asked.

"Sure, it's okay."

"Just okay? Wait; let me stand up so you can see the whole thing?"

"Or lack of," Mother added.

I smiled but it went away quickly as Lisa stood and twirled her body in the kitchen. The bottoms were just as skimpy as the top, leaving very little to the imagination. She looked amazing, and seeing my sister as a sex object continued, and it was her fault.

"Well?" she asked again.

"I have a feeling you'll be the hit of the beach today."

"I knew it, you like it. So you're coming with me?" she asked, excited.

"I guess, I'll come."

She hugged me, giving me a kiss on the cheek and smashing her breasts against my shoulder. Normally I wouldn't have thought anything of it but now everything was different. It was harder than I thought to act normal. My thoughts were betraying me. For one I found her sexy as hell now and the other part of me was angry with her and wanted to rat her out. Talk about conflicted.

She ran off, leaving me to eat, I watched her tight ass all the way around the corner. That's when I started devising my plan. If my sister was going to fuck me I was going to at least get something out of it and that something was to remember it. But how?

*****

The entire time at the beach, I worked on a plan. The biggest issue was how I was going to stop the patch Lisa put on my arm from working. I didn't want her to know I was really awake. Her nursing education had given her a way to knock me out. Who knew how many patches she had. I thought about trying to counteract her drug with something else, but that just seemed dangerous and where was I going to get drugs? As I sat on the beach, watching my sister untie her bikini strap and lay on her stomach she asked me to rub lotion on her back. I had done this before and it was nothing then but now? Now was different. Squeezing the lotion out on my hand and rubbing it into her sexy back caused my cock to move again. I was now only turned on by my sexy sister apparently! My hands slipped to her sides, brushing the beginning of her breasts and my cock really started to lurch. I finished up fast, trying to hide my growing boner in my swim trunks. But she asked for me to do her legs as well. I normally wouldn't have thought a thing about it and just did it so to not give myself away I added more lotion to my hands and proceeded to do the back of her legs. When I approached her butt most of her cheeks were showing from the skimpy suit, I was already half erect and knew if I touched her ass I'd be rock hard. I stopped before her luscious buttocks and sat down.

"I think you missed some," she said.

"You can reach that yourself," I countered.

"Must be my new swimsuit, never bothered you before," she said, grabbing the lotion and spreading it her self with a giggle.

As I sat there, trying to hide my boner, Lisa lying next to me I looked at my hands. They were coated with the lotion and this gave me an idea. What I needed was some kind of shield between the patch and my skin. I knew sunscreen wasn't going to work but something might... but what? My mind was so preoccupied on finding a solution I hardly noticed the hot girls walking by looking at me, some even stopped to talk but I practically ignored them and they didn't stick around long, probably thinking I was a total ass. Lisa commented on this as well but I think she was actually enjoying my lack of interest, since she had caused it.

On the way home from the beach, Lisa stopped at a convenience store, she said she had something to pick up. She ran in and when she came back I could see the box of condoms through the thin plastic bag but said nothing. Those condoms were for me and I knew it! But they also gave me an idea. Condoms are made of latex; maybe I could use something like that on my body to stop the patch from taking effect.

Once at home I went to my room and began doing research on latex and soon discovered I could get some in liquid form that would dry once applied to something. I left for the home improvement store and found just what I was looking for. By the time I was back it was almost dark. Mom and Dad were watching TV and Lisa was out with some old girlfriends from high school. I went directly to my room to try my new idea and also to watch more of that video.

I quickly discovered the liquid latex might just work perfectly. It dried quickly, moved with my skin and was transparent. When I turned off the lights in my room I couldn't even see it on my arm. I didn't know if it would stop the patch but it was worth a try. I hid the container, cleaned my arm off in case someone came to see me before bedtime and opened the file of Lisa fucking me. I skipped ahead to the part where she was cumming and watched it again, which got me hard quickly. I view her clean me with her mouth and then it was all new material I hadn't seen yet.

After she cleaned me she sat on my bed, staring at me and running her hands on my chest and abs obviously wanting to stay and wanting me hard again. About five minutes later she began to talk to my unconscious body and touching my cock again.

"Okay, little bother... that should be enough time. Come on, get hard for me... can't waste these patches. Got to get you up twice at least," she said rubbing my manhood, looking for new life.

"Ah, there you go. I feel it growing now. I knew you could do it," she said about a minute later.

My cock was growing on screen, giving my sister something to put her hand around and begin stroking until she had me fully engorged again. Thoughts ran through my mind. If the latex worked I would be able to feel and remember everything she was doing. My cock was just as hard as it was on screen now and Lisa had gone back to sucking me. She seemed to really like giving head, taking her own sweet time and it seemed like she was practicing her technique as she did. She worked on taking me deep and holding herself down onto my long shaft as long as she could, before twisting her head and bobbing up and down and sucking hard. I heard a pop on the speakers as she let me out of her mouth while sucking. I couldn't imagine how good that would actually feel, I had never had a girl take me that deep before or suck me like Lisa was.

My cock was oozing now as I stroked it to my sister's blowjob. I was so excited for tonight, to try the latex and then I wondered if she would come to my room again two days in a row. Was this an everyday thing or did she give me a break once in a while. I remembered the small load that morning and had a feeling Lisa was doing me every day.

It was getting late. I heard my parents turn the TV off downstairs and I knew they would come and say goodnight so I stopped the video just as Lisa stopped sucking me and turned to get something. I figured it was another condom but never found out since I had to shut it off.

My parents knocked, and came in.

"Turning in soon?" Dad asked.

"Yep, I'm pretty tired."

"Did you have fun at the beach today with Lisa?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, it was good to catch up. By the way... is she home?" I asked.

"Not yet, but it shouldn't be much longer, why?"

"Oh, noting just wondering."

Mom looked at me oddly and they left. I was so excited to try my idea I went to bed early, prepping both arms just in case Lisa put the patch on the other one this time. I made sure to coat a good area from my shoulder to my elbow and even doubled up on the latex hoping the added layer would keep the drug from penetrating my skin.

I was so excited my cock hadn't gone soft since watching the video again. I lay naked in my bed, too eager for Lisa to come in to sleep, just listening for her arrival. Around midnight she finally came home. I heard her walk past my door and stop before continuing off to her room like she was listening. About a half hour later my door slowly opened and my heart started beating hard in my chest. This was it, the moment of truth. Would it work or would I be knocked unconscious when she applied the patch, to miss out on everything I had been anticipating.




Summer Suspicions Ch. 02



Knocking on my door woke me up the next morning. My room was bright. I had slept long after sun up. Looking at my arms I could see the dried latex and if the person knocking came in I'd have some explaining to do. Ripping it off as fast as I could, I answered the door.

"He is alive, Mr. Sleepy Head!" Lisa said standing in the hall.

"Yeah, Yeah," I replied to her mocking.

"Mom and I are going to the mall; you're welcome to join us."

"No thanks, following you two around for hours doesn't sound fun."

"You're loss. See ya later."

After they left I was alone in the house. I got some food, showered and went up to Lisa's room. I was going to find her stash of patches and condoms, maybe see what else she had. They weren't easy to find, she had pulled out her dresser drawer and hidden them on the floor under the drawer. It was clever but I knew that trick, it's where I used to hide my porn, before I got a computer. I took a patch and one condom. She wouldn't miss either, since she had a boat load.

I started my daily summer chores, feeling a little run down from last night but I managed mowing the lawn and my other stuff. I was watching the video where I left off when Mom and Lisa got back home. Lisa had definitely fucked my cock with her ass. The second time it took me a long time to cum catatonic and she rode me for over an hour according to the time on the screen. She just didn't keep my cock in her ass the whole time; she let me out only to slide down on me into her pussy for a few minutes before going back to her ass. I really wished she would have done that last night and you never know she may tonight when Mom and she come back to my room.

I was playing with myself, enjoying the way my sister enjoyed screwing me and watching her cum but was unable to get myself off because they came home. Putting my cock away I turned off the video and left my room.

"Oh, good," Mom said when I came downstairs. "I was just telling your sister I have to leave again. I'm meeting your father for his company party. You two are on your own tonight."

"I'm sure we'll manage," Lisa said. "I'm exhausted from all the walking; I'm going to take a nap."

I watched her head upstairs, knowing she was exhausted from lack of sleep not the mall. Mom left soon after and I went to my room to finish tossing off. As I got started I remembered the patch I had stolen from Lisa and the condom. The idea for a little payback followed. I took both, put them in my short's pocket and crept to Lisa's room, listening at the door to see if she was asleep or not. Braving it, I twisted the doorknob and quietly went into her room. She was balled up on her bed, breathing deeply, apparently out cold.

Moving slowly toward her I took the patch out of my pocket, pulled the adhesive cover off and gently placed it on my sister's upper arm. I looked at my watch, timing ten minutes like on the video, to wait before seeing if she was unconscious or not. It seemed like time crawled, my cock was rock hard with anticipation. I couldn't wait to fuck my sister and actually be able to touch her like I wanted last night.

Finally, I moved forward and shook her, "Lisa! Lisa, are you awake? Lisa!" I shouted. Nothing, the patch had knocked her out just like me.

Rolling her on the bed to her back I began to unzip her shorts and tug them off her body, pulling her panties down slightly so I could see the top of her shaved slit. My heart was pounding again and I made quick work of her underwear, dropping them on the floor and admired the view. Big sister had a very pretty little pussy, perfectly formed and shaved to perfection. I spread her legs, and went head first into her sex. My tongue spread her open easily and I tasted her wetness and savored my sister's essence. My hands crawled up under her T-shirt, finding her bra covered tits. Going under the bra I quickly found her nipples hardened even when she was drugged, as did her clitoris as I licked it.

Just like me her body reacted to the sensations I was causing. She felt and tasted wonderful to me, her breasts were firm and her nipples were perfect to play with. I stopped playing and finished undressing her completely, before taking my own clothes off. My cock was raging and oozing big time so I put the condom on to keep the evidence from getting all over her bed. Once I was covered up I went back to eating her and decided to finger her little ass since she liked to take my cock there like Mom. Before long, though I was too horny and needed to use my cock.

Pulling my big sister's legs up I held her ankles with my left hand and bent my cock down to ease it into her very wet pussy. I knew it wasn't just my saliva that had made her so wet. Somehow the patch allowed the body to be stimulated and respond accordingly. She was so hot and wet, smothering my cock in heaven. I let out a long moan as I slid each inch in slowly until my balls were up against her ass. Big sister's pussy was oh so nice. 

"Pay back feel's good, Sis. Really good," I said to her closed eyes.

Leaning over I began sucking her tits, pulling on her nipples with my mouth and thrusting gently over and over. The excitement of what I was doing was off the charts. My heart pounded in my chest and I had the rush of adrenalin in my head making things slightly fuzzy. I feasted on her wonderful breasts and just kept the same steady in and out thrusting of my cock for a long time. There was no rush, it was early evening and I had plenty of time to enjoy my big sister.

Her room began to get dark from the sun setting and before I realized it I couldn't see much anymore. Pulling out I turned her light on and flipped her over onto her stomach. I tried to get her ass of the bed more and ended up putting a pillow under her because she would just fall flat on her own.

I wanted to fuck her ass badly, and feel what it was like. Mom's was so tight and hot, I was sure Lisa's was going to be even better. Problem was I didn't have the lube they used. It wasn't hidden with Lisa's patch and condom stash. Mom probably had it unless it was something I didn't realize. I didn't pay attention watching the video to see what Lisa used. Once she was in position, I tried saliva and her own juices to lube her up but there wasn't enough and it dried out too quickly. I did notice a lot of pre-cum in the condom from the time spent slowly fucking her pussy. Taking the condom off, I began to squeeze my juice out of the condom onto Lisa's tight ass. There was a lot and it was very slippery, perfect for ass fucking.

My fingers penetrated her easily and then I moved my uncovered cock into place. Slowly pressing in, my head disappeared into my sister's ass and it was glorious, tight and hot, just like I knew it would be. Slowly moving forward, I buried my cock into her up to my balls. Without the condom on it felt even better, my flesh wrapped completely snug with my sister's ass flesh. I basked in the sensations it caused, loving her tight fit and the image of my cock sliding smoothly in and out.

"Damn, Lisa, your ass is fine! Even better than Mom's."

After the time I spent fucking her pussy and now her tight ass I was soon ready to drop my load, but since I didn't have the condom on anymore I couldn't exactly cum in Lisa's butt. She'd know something was up for sure when she woke up. Slowing my thrusts, I tried to enjoy the sensations just a little longer. It felt so good, my big sister's body was a wonderland of delight and I was doing things I had only dreamed about doing before that evening.

Her ass seemed to hug my cock perfectly, especially the tight ring at the entrance. I could feel it latching on to my shaft as I slid in and out. Reaching under her I got more breast time in and even shoved some fingers in her very wet pussy while I fucked her ass slow and deliberate. Heaven was right there in my big sisters room and I was taking full advantage. 

Soon the pleasure was just too much and I had to cum. Pulling out I shot my load onto her back, making sure to keep the ropes of cum centered so they wouldn't run off onto her bed. The excitement and thrill produced more than I thought after being so used lately and by the time I finished, I had several stripes and a good sized puddle on Lisa's sexy tan back.

Now I had to clean up and hide the evidence.

It took some time but I toweled her off, got her dressed and back in her original sleeping position before taking the patch off and leaving her room. I figured I'd wake her up in a half hour once the drug had worn off. All the work was worth it.

*****

"Lisa? Lisa, are you planning on sleeping in your clothes all night?" I asked, waking her up.

"Huh? Wow what time is it?" she asked.

"Ten, now who's the sleepy head?" I asked.

"Wow, I really crashed," she said sitting up.

She adjusted her bra and shirt but didn't say anything about it. I figured she assumed sleeping had done it to her.

"Did you have plans tonight?" I asked.

"Sort of, not set plans I was supposed to call Lacy if I wanted to get together. I guess I'm not doing that. It's really ten? I might as well just go back to sleep," she said laying back down.

"Whatever you want to do," I said, leaving her room.

She had no fucking clue! Who had the upper hand now, Sis?

*****

Mom and Dad got home late and Dad was overly touchy with Mom so I assumed she wouldn't be in to visit me and if Lisa never got up I might have the night off. I was watching a zombie movie on the big screen and didn't go up to bed until 2 A.M. I put the latex on my arms just in case but fell asleep anyway. I figured when they shook me awake, to test the patch, I would hopefully not freak out and ruin the fun I was having. But I wasn't expecting anyone tonight.

All of a sudden I heard voices in my room, waking me up before they shook me.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" a voice whispered.

I didn't recognize it, but I did recognize Lisa respond, "Yes, Lacy, I've been doing it all summer."

"Okay, if you're sure," Lacy responded.

I couldn't believe this. Now Lisa was sharing me with friends! This had to stop, but not quite yet, because I knew who Lacy was and she was fucking hot! I remembered her from my sophomore year in high school. She was a senior, like Lisa and the hottest girl in school. Gorgeous face, beautiful blond hair, large breasts and an ass every guy in school lusted over. I prepared myself to be shook as my cock began to enlarge.

"I'm sure. Now you said you wanted Luke, so I'm giving you Luke." 

"Okay, I really can't wait, especially if he's as big as you say he is."

"See for yourself," Lisa said, pulling back the covers on my body and not bothering to try and wake me.

"OMG! It's huge," Lacy said.

"I told you," my sister responded, grabbing hold of it. "Well, don't be shy, do what you want to him."

"You can really swallow all of this," Lacy asked, as I felt another hand grab hold of me above my sisters.

"Yeah, check it out."

I prepared myself for my sister's mouth. Warm wet heaven enveloped me and Lisa continued down and down until she had me all. She did it faster this time and even I was impressed.

"Holy shit, Lisa, that's unbelievable."

"Thanks, now you try."

Good hell! The hottest girl I think I've ever seen in real life was about to suck my cock. I felt her lips hovering over me, her hot breath on my head but she hesitated.

"Well, go on," Lisa interrupted.

"He's enormous, much bigger than Brian."

"Well, now you know what a real cock looks like, so suck it already."

"I'll never swallow it all; I'm not even going to try."

Finally Lacy's lips covered my cock and she sucked hard and began to bob up and down only a couple of inches, not trying to take me deep. I risked a peek and was rewarded to see her gorgeous face with my cock in her mouth. She was wearing a nightshirt like Lisa and I could see the large outline of her braless breasts through the thin shirt. I wanted to grab them so fucking bad.

Lisa stroked me along the base of my cock while Lacy worked the upper half. Combined it was very nice; Lacy had a good technique, probably from practicing on whoever Brian was.

"Yeah, it's too bad your brother doesn't have a cock like this, but I guess it was good to find out."

"Yeah, thanks for the patch so I could. But it's just not worth it, especially now that I see what Luke has to offer," Lacy said, giggling before taking me in her hot mouth again.

Damn! Lisa let Lacy use a patch to do to her brother what they were doing to me. This was getting bigger than I even imagined. The two girls took turns sucking and stroking me until Lisa spoke again.

"I guess my mom's not going to join us tonight. Probably busy with my dad. I guess he's just as big as Luke."

"Runs in the family, obviously. My dad's probably tiny then."

"Yeah, most likely. Okay so are you ready? You want to try him on for size?" Lisa asked.

"Sure, I'm plenty wet, but I've never had something this big before."

"Just go slow, and ease down onto him. I'll hold it up for you."

I had been watching the entire time and now, finally Lacy was taking off her night shirt. I about freaked out as she lifted her arms over her head with the shirt, revealing the nicest set of tits I've ever had the pleasure of seeing. They were huge but still firm and perky and the rest of her body was right out of airbrushed playboy.

"Wow, if only he could see you. I know he'd be freaking out right now."

"Thanks... I think they're too big actually. But what can I do."

Nothing! Don't do a fucking thing because you are perfect! I screamed in my head.

Lacy climbed up over me and Lisa held me up for her as she began to drop down.

"Wait! Oh shit, I almost forgot... we need to put a condom on his cock,' Lisa freaked, stopping Lacy from easing on to my unwrapped throbbing dick.

I was a little disappointed. I didn't want anything between my cock and Miss Perfection but it wasn't to be.

"Oh, wow, close one... good thing you said something. That's all I need is to get knocked up by a comatose boy who won't remember shit about this."

Oh, I'll remember, Babe, every single second.

They unrolled the condom quickly and began again. Lacy eased down, taking my bulbous head inside her hot pussy and stopped.

"Holy shit, it's big and wide! I feel like a virgin again."

"Just go slow, you'll adjust to him."

"My legs are shaking already. I'm all kinds of excited. I hope your right," she said, easing further down onto until Lisa was able to let go and I was supported inside Lacy.

"Oh.... Ahhh... good.... hell it's big!" she said, as she began to pant.

Her pussy felt like Lisa's ass it was so tight. The hottest girl in high school must not have been fucked much or just with guys with small dicks. Slowly she let herself fall down onto me until I felt her perfect bubble but meet my legs. I had my cock in the hottest girl I'd ever know and she had no idea I knew it.

"See, told you," Lisa said.

"Holy... I mean.... Wow, Lisa... it's amazing. I've never felt like this before."

In the dim light I watched Lacy's nipples harden and her hands go to both her breasts, to lift and fondle them as she rocked gently on my entire length. I guess she loved the sensation of me fully into her because she wasn't moving off it. Instead, she grinded her clit into my body, keeping my cock as deep as she could and played with her phenomenal tits. She kept this up for probably two minutes and I enjoyed the firm tight fit of her body.

"I'm going to cum already!"

"Then do it, girl, cum all over my little brother's big cock."

"What they say isn't true... size does matter," Lisa yelled and I felt her pussy spasm and convulse on my cock.

Without her sliding up and down I wasn't going to cum, but I did enjoy the pulsing of her twat and watching her play with her large breasts as she continued to climax. It must have been powerful because by the time she was done she was breathing hard and more or less fell off of me, panting next to my body. She was so hot. I wanted to watch her everywhere she went but I didn't want to get caught looking at her either.

"Wow, you came fast. Luke wasn't even close."

"How do you know?" Lacy asked.

"Mom and I have learned to watch his balls, we pretty much know when he's getting close now."

"You'll have to show me. It's your turn now."

Lisa hopped on the bed and grabbed my slippery cock, coated in Lacy's orgasm, not bothering to clean it off. She easily slid down onto me and began to fuck me fast and hard.

"Damn, girl... you really ride him hard."

"I've had a lot of practice."

Lisa's up and down fucking was just want I needed. The friction was superb and she loved to bend and work my cock in different directions inside her. She began playing with her own breasts and never ceased her labors of riding me.

"Do me a favor, Lacy... watch his balls, tell me when they start to lift and get tight."

"Okay," Lacy said, keeling next to the bed with her head right next to Lisa riding me so she could watch my nuts.

Big sister increased her effort and my pleasure rose in my cock. I was basking in the sensations, letting her do all the work this time for at least ten minutes.

"Their tightening up, I see what you mean now."

"How tight? Are then up against this shaft?"

"Almost."

"Don't let them."

"What? How do I stop it?"

"Grab them and pull them down and kinda squeeze them. It stops him from cumming. Mom taught me. I don't want him to cum just yet, I'm not ready."

"So just grab them... like this?" Lacy asked, pulling my balls gently away from my shaft.

It felt good instead of painful and if anything brought me closer to cumming.

"They just went right back," Lacy said.

"You have to hurt them, really squeeze and pull hard."

"Seriously? I don't know if I can do that."

"Do it for me, or he's going to cum and get soft."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"I'm sure, do it now."

I braced for the pain and Lacy latched on to my nuts, squeezed and yanked them down, making me cringe, effectively killing my orgasm.

"I think it worked, he kind of jerked and they didn't go back."

"Good, that should give me some time."

"What else can I do?" Lacy asked.

"Now that you mention it. If you want you can play with my clit and I'll focus on my boobs. Mom and I help each other get off."

"Oh... well okay, I've never played with another woman."

"Just pretend it's your own. I'm sure I'll like it."

Damn, their dialog was all kinds of sexy to me and watching Lacy begin to rub my sister's clit while Lisa pinched her nipples was hot shit. The pleasure was rising again and rising fast. I might beat old Lisa to the punch and cum before her. I wonder how pissed off she'll get if I climax and go soft before she gets off. Lacy's breasts giggled as she rubbed Lisa's clit and I spent more time watching them than anything else. I couldn't get over how perfect they were.

"Don't... forget to watch... his balls, he may be getting... close again."

"Right, okay I thought he'd be good after what I did, but.... Oh wow, you're right he's tight again," she said looking behind my sister.

Damn, Lisa! I was just about to cum and she had to go and remind Lacy to grab my balls again. This time hurt worse, like Lacy had something personal against my balls going tight or something. The pain hurt like a mother and I almost went soft even with Lisa pounding down on me.

"Well done.... I'mmmm....almost.........there!" Lisa screamed.

Lacy hurt me so bad the pleasure didn't return until Lisa was almost done with her own climax. I didn't really get to enjoy the convulsing pussy of my sister because my fucking balls hurt so badly. I had that sick feeling in my stomach just like when I've been kicked in the nuts. Lisa was done and off me and my cock was still throbbing.




Summer Suspicions Ch. 02



"Wow, you really came hard," Lacy said.

"I did.... It was great.... and I'm amazed that Luke.... didn't cum. You must have really racked his nuts."

"Yeah, maybe I did it too hard, but this gives me another chance to try again."

I saw the huge grin on her sexy face even in the dim light of my room. My cock tingled with excitement to have her tight pussy again and the pain was pretty much gone. They changed places once Lisa had settled down. Lacy's big tits bounced over me as she moved to get in position. Fuck I wanted to have them in my face or at least play with them.

"Try him backwards this time."

"Oh, okay."

I got the best view of Lacy's incredible ass as she spun around over me. It was the most perfect, tight bubble butt I'd ever seen. I would have given my next orgasm up to grab it. Instead I was forced to lie still as Lisa pulled my cock all the way up and further to allow Lacy to ease down onto me. Then she did something she hadn't done the first time. She began to rise and fall and oh... my... good... hell it was awesome!

She must have learned something from my big sister and decided to try it. Her tight pussy was unmatched to any pussy I've had, I think I was in love with this woman.

"Oh... oh... shit... oh wow.... It's amazing like this," Lacy stammered.

"I know; he hits all the right spots, doesn't he?"

"I'll.....ahhhhhhhh... say."

"Yeah, you love it. Ride my baby brother. I want to see you make him cum!"

This wasn't going to be difficult. Not after how long she rode me and now with Lacy's tight pussy just a milking my cock like no other I was quickly on the verge and I hoped to hell, Lisa wouldn't stop me again. Thankfully Lacy was close as well and began to scream and thrash around on top of me just as I exploded. I couldn't believe the sensation she caused on my cock as she climaxed with me. I've never felt a pussy grip my cock so hard before and it did wonders for my own climax. I felt my cum surge through my cock to explode into the condom over and over as my body jerked and tightened on its own.

"Oh, hell yeah! Little brother's cumming and cumming hard!"

The only response Lacy returned was moans and her own screams as she came with me. It was perfectly timed and the pleasure was marvelous. I watched her incredible body vibrate on me as I sent my load into the condom. Even her large breasts giggled and I could see them slightly bulging around the sides of her back. 

"Very nice... You guys came at almost the exact same time, almost like it was planned."

"I've.... never cum.... that hard.... before. You are so lucky to have a brother like this and access to him every night."

"Well, I guess you'll have to sleep over more often before I go back to school."

"You can count on it... he's amazing!" 

Even if I wanted to speak I couldn't have. The reaction I experienced cumming with Lacy was even better than anal. I was stunned and barely remember much of what happened next. I know Lisa removed the condom and began sucking me clean and the last thing I remember before they left was Lisa's comment of me only having to cum once to please both of them.



Summer Suspicions Ch. 03



I slept great again, enjoying several dreams but now can't think what they were about. When I went downstairs to eat something both Lacy and Lisa were already having breakfast when I walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Luke... you remember Lacy, right?" Lisa asked.

"Umm, sure, from high school. How's it going?" I asked.

Lacy smiled at me and looked away almost embarrassed. I didn't miss my sister kicking her under the table but pretended to.

"Good... I'm great, actually," Lacy covered.

"You sleep over or something?" I asked.

"Yeah, we got together late and she just slept here," Lisa explained.

"Cool, good to see you again?" I said, talking a nice long look at her and remembering how good she felt last night.

I got myself some cold cereal and sat down at the table with them. They seemed awful quiet, probably didn't have much to talk about now that I was in the room. I kept stealing looks at Lacy's huge tits in her tight shirt as she leaned her elbows on the table. Before long the silence got awkward even for me.

"So... what are you guys doing today?" I asked.

"Haven't really thought about it," Lisa said.

Probably because all they could think about was last night, which I didn't blame them. It was all I was thinking about.

"We should hang out?" I suggested, wanting to spend as much time with Lacy as I could.

"That sounds fun!" Lacy blurted out, which earned her a look from Lisa.

"You really want to hang out with my kid brother," Lisa asked, annoyed.

"Well, I don't know... it's not like we're doing anything else."

"Yeah, Lisa, it's not like you have any bigger plans than me?" I said with a grin.

Both of them looked at each other, shocked and worried I might know something. I thought about what they would do if I told them the truth. Would I ruin everything and destroy any fun I knew I would get if I kept my mouth closed? Or would they be thrilled with me knowing and still wanting to fuck them, because that would be awesome. Then I could touch them, eat them, and be in control much more. But was it a risk I was willing to take. I had just discovered this, it had only been two nights now and I knew many more would come without doing a thing but if I told them the truth I might not get anything.

"Oh really? You think you're all that, little brother?" Lisa asked.

"I know I am."

"What makes you so sure?" 

"Have you seen me lately? Who wouldn't want this?" I said, grinning bigger.

"Umm, me! I'm your sister!"

"Oh, right... well besides you," I said knowing she was lying her ass off.

"What about you, Lacy, is Luke all that, like he thinks?"

I turned to watch her reaction and she hesitated, just like I wanted her too. I smiled, keeping eye contact as she spoke.

"He's, okay, a little young, but cute," Lacy said.

"But not all that, right?"

"It's not my looks that makes me all that," I interrupted.

"Excuse me? What is it then, your personality," Lisa said, laughing.

"No, it's my cock," I blurted.

This cut off their laughter instantly. Both of them turned beet red with wide eyes and shocked expressions.

"At least that's what I heard," I said, grinning, and getting up from the table.

I dropped my bowl off in the sink and left the kitchen without hearing another peep from them. Classic.

*****

"He knows... he has to."

"How could he, he was totally out last night," Lisa responded.

"I don't know but he must... why else would he say that about his dick?" Lacy asked.

"I don't know, maybe he was just messing with us or maybe he has heard that from his girlfriends or something. I mean it is true after all."

"Yeah, totally true. I think he's on to you."

I was eavesdropping from around the corner, straining to hear their conversation after pretending to go upstairs. I was hoping to hear something to tell me they would be into it if I did know. 

"Well, shit... what if he does know... he hasn't said anything to my mom."

"What would you do if he did know?" Lacy asked the perfect question.

"I don't know, I think it would be weird. It's one thing when he's unconscious and another to have him looking at me and touching me and...."

"Kinda sounds hot to me," Lacy said.

"Yeah, maybe... but... wow I don't know why we're even discussing this. He can't know. How could he?"

It sounded to me like both of them would be open for me knowing, more so with Lacy than Lisa but even Lisa sounded curious and maybe a little turned on at the idea. But there was also my mother. As soon as I came clean she would find out as well and I had no clue what she would think. I decided to wait, turning around to sneak back to my room.

As I turned I ran right into my mother. She grabbed my arm, silenced me with a look and pulled me away from the kitchen. I was so totally busted.

She dragged me upstairs and I followed obediently all the way to my room. She pulled me inside, shut and locked the door.

"How long have you known?" she asked.

"A few days."

"I knew it. I thought I saw you looking at me the other night and the way you were acting was a clear give away. How are you beating the patch, Luke?" she asked.

I showed her the liquid latex and a smile came to her face.

"Clever, boy... so obviously you wanted to feel and remember it all," she said walking toward me.

I didn't step back, even when she reached forward and palmed my soft cock and balls.

"I'm sorry we took advantage of you like this, we didn't know if you would be open to the idea and when Lisa talked to me on the phone about the patches she had discovered we decided to try them. I admit we got a little carried away this summer."

My cock was growing quickly. Mom kept rubbing it as it engorged and had me fully erect in seconds.

"Now that you know, you'll be even more fun," she said dropping to her knees and pulling my shorts down.

I guess I didn't have to worry about Mom being against the idea. She was all for it and her mouth around my cock was proof of that. Good hell it felt amazing. My hot older mother had some serious cock sucking skills. The sensation was so intense it curled my toes when she sucked my head, before twisting and taking me deep. Soon saliva and my pre-cum covered my cock and ran down over my balls the more she worked. I watched her from above, her head bobbing and twisting on my long cock. She was working it fast and deep like a pro, not even caring if her hair got in the way. Reaching down I pulled her hair back for her, more so I could see than anything. She looked up at me, sucking hard and letting me pop out of her mouth.

"Sucking you awake is much better, half the fun of sucking is the reaction and feedback," she said, slurping me up again.

I let out a long moan as the sensation rocked my body. She sucked me for another few minutes and the intensity raised my balls quickly, putting me close to an orgasm. She stopped again, looking up at me as my wet cock just throbbed and bounced above her face.

"You take after your father, Luke. He has a large penis as well and loves when I suck it. Do you have a condom in here?" she asked looking around my room.

"Umm, no actually I don't."

"No, that's too bad. I normally don't have to worry about protection with your father because of his vasectomy but I do with you. So... what are we going to do?"

"I don't know," I said, kind of in a state of shock from the incredible head and the person giving it.

"I do," Mom said, standing up and pushing me toward my bed.

I fell over onto it and she stepped back to undress. I had only really seen glimpses of her the night she fucked me and the lighting wasn't very good. Now I got the full deal and it was surprisingly good. For forty-five Mom had kept herself in excellent shape. Of course it wasn't like the tight firm body of Lisa or Lacy but I wasn't complaining either and neither was my cock. After she undressed she joined me on the bed, crawling over me all the way to my face.

"Do you know how to perform oral, Luke?" she asked.

"Ummm, yeah... I guess."

"Let's test that. Show me what you can do."

Her wet and flushed pussy was right in my face, mostly shaved clean except a triangle patch above her clit. She moved forward and I opened my mouth, forcing my tongue to slide up her folds. I found her clit quickly, already engorged and flicked it back and forth. She reached down and spread herself wide open for me. I focused on her clit, running my tongue back and forth and up and down.

"Use your mouth, suck on it too," she said.

Tilting my head up, I sucked her clit into my mouth, creating a vacuum.

"Teeth are okay as well, just be gentle," she instructed.

Pinning her clit between my teeth, my tongue just seemed to want to flick it as I held it tight. This must have been what she was looking for.

"That's it.... Luke, do that more... more.... Harder... Ahhhh, perfect."

Mom's body squirmed above me as I held her clit between my teeth and went ballistic with my tongue. My chin was wet and buried into her folds, getting wetter each second. A few times her clit would slide away from my teeth and I would have to require it but she seemed to like that as well, urging me on and being very vocal in what I was to do to her.

"Almost..... there.... Almost!" she called out, urging me not to stop. "Now lower, stick your tongue deep inside me.

I obeyed also slurping her lips into my mouth and rotating my head. I forced my tongue as deep as I could before exploring her urethra and back up to her clit. She moaned, grabbed my hair and pulled me further toward her.

"Suck my clit, do what you were doing before!"

I went back to working only her clit with my teeth and tongue and her grip on my head increased. Her noises became yelps between breaths and I knew I was doing well, really well.

She began to cum and I lost all contact with her clit after that except to lick and suck as best I could because her body convulsed, shaking and moving rapidly. She continued to orgasm, rocking on my face and pressing her sex into my chin as I tried to suck her throbbing nubbin. Several minutes passed and I watched my sexy mother touch herself and enjoy the climax I coaxed out of her with my mouth. It was one of the hottest things I've seen. 

"Wow, Luke, you learn quickly," she said after easing down a fraction.

My face was covered in her secretions, my cock throbbed and I felt the trail of pre-cum dripping down onto my stomach. She looked so sexy above me. Her orgasm had made her nipples harden and pull her areolas together. Her face was flushed and the look on her face was erotic as hell. I had never seen my mother like this before and it didn't really seem like it was my mother at all.

"I want you inside me, Son, but I can't risk getting pregnant since your father is shooting blanks. Promise me you'll let me know when you're getting close."

"I promise."

She rolled over next to me, giving me the freedom to take control. I rolled after her and found a place between her legs. First thing first though; I wanted to sample her large breasts. Cupping both with each hand, I pressed them together and lowered my head, taking her left nipple into my mouth. The texture and sensation was wonderful in my mouth. Teasing her nipple with my tongue, I sucked gently before moving to the other breast. I looked up at her, while sucking and she was smiling at me.

"You're father's a breast man as well. I think he'd spend hours just with my boobs if I let him."

I didn't respond, besides sucking harder and nibbling now on her nipples. This got a moan from my sexy mother as she closed her eyes. Moving slightly to the left my cock moved into place at the entrance to her hot sex. She was very wet and it took next to nothing to enter her. She was loose, much looser than Lisa and especially Lacy. Probably the twenty-seven years of being pounded by my dad and having two kids. It still felt great, hot and very wet as my long shaft descended into her.

"Mmm, yes... give it to me!" she moaned.

At the end I shoved the last inch in hard, pressing my hips against hers and holding myself inside as deep as I could. Sliding out rapidly, I thrust back in even harder, and Mom's legs wrapped around my body, pulling me into her as her back arched.

"Yes! Fuck me, Luke. I want it fast and hard, like you're father used to!"

I took that as a challenge and began to hammer down onto her fast, hard and each time giving her all of my cock from the head to the base with each thrust. My bed was creaking; Mom was panting and thrashing around as I furiously thrust my cock into her well-worn hole.

"Oh... Ahhh... it's so hard... so firm... fuck me, Luke! Don't stop!"

Sweat was beginning to bead up on my chest and forehead from my efforts. I had never fucked anyone this hard. I doubt anyone I'd been with could have taken all of me this fast and this long, but Mom was fucking loving it. I was thankful for the good night's sleep because I was getting quite a work out, rising now onto my knees and bending Mom's legs over her body so I could really go at her. Sweat dripped down onto her body from mine and the new added friction felt amazing. I admired my glistening cock sliding in and out of her soaked sex, her extra-long lips clung to my vein lined shaft. Her breasts rocked up and down, almost hitting her in the face with each of my thrusts.

She had stopped talking, now just moaning or panting. Neither of us thought about being heard or what would happen if someone came looking for either of us. All I cared about was fucking her and from the noises she made and the look on her face she wanted the same. When her hand found her clit, and began to rub it furiously I knew she was close and wanted to get off. My balls had risen as well, the new position had given me the friction I needed and the leverage to really drive hard and deep.

Mom got off well before me. I could tell she was cumming from the added heat and moisture that covered my cock suddenly. That mixed with her reaction got me almost to the point of not being able to stop my climax. I hadn't slowed down during her orgasm, and I think this kept her going longer than I've seen a woman cum. It was hard to tell when she stopped or if she ever did.

"I'm close... Mom... I'm going to cum, Mom."

She didn't respond... I don't even know if she heard me. I knew she didn't want me to cum but I couldn't control it anymore. It was too late, the pleasure to intense and I couldn't stop it. My cock exploded deep inside my mother's unprotected womb and the sensation was phenomenal. With each small movement her convulsing pussy stimulated my spewing cock, blurring my vision and making me lose control of reality. I kept my cock buried inside her as it jerked over and over, sending my load forth inside my own mother.

I fell over, letting her legs go and collapsed onto her heaving breasts. We both lay there panting in a heap of sweat and skin. My cock remained hard, contracting on its own a few more times inside the hole I came from. Neither of us spoke for several minutes after that.

"I'm sorry... I couldn't stop," I finally said.

"It's okay, Luke... it was perfect."

*****

"Are you going to tell Lisa about this? Are you going to tell her I know what you two have been doing to me?" I asked, watching Mom get dressed.

"Do you want me to?" she asked.

"I don't know. What will Lisa do? Will she be game to join us when I'm awake?"

"I really don't know; this was mostly my idea to be honest. You're sister and I have enjoyed each other for several years. It wasn't until recently I suggested adding you to the mix and when she heard about a new study regarding sleeping patches and gained access to a supply, we decided to experiment by adding your physical attribute to the mix."

"I see. Are the patches safe? Have you been hurting me?"

"The only known side effect is the lack of dreams, which Lisa said you mentioned."

"Yeah, I did. And that's it, nothing else bad could happen."

"They are still being tested, Luke, but Lisa says it's safe."

I was a little reassured and almost told Mom what I did to Lisa during her nap but decided against it. I really didn't know what to think about my mother and Lisa munching each other and then drugging me so they had a hard cock to ride while they did it. After what I'd done the last two days and how good it has been I really didn't have much to complain about, besides missing almost two months' worth of hot sex.

"I wish you guys would have just asked me. We could have had a lot of fun, and instead you guys got to without me remembering. Did you know what it was doing to my sex drive? I had no desire anymore; I lost my girlfriend because I didn't want to have sex."

"I'm sorry, Luke, I didn't know that's why you two broke up. Lisa didn't think you would go for it and... well I was apprehensive as well so we never told you."

"I think we should tell her. I think maybe you should act normal tonight, join her with me faking it and together we could surprise her with me waking up. What do you think?"

"I think that's a great plan. You should wake up as she's cumming, she won't be able to control herself. But there is also Lacy now... Lisa told me this morning she let Lacy ride you as well."

"Yes, and I loved it and I think Lacy would be more than okay with me knowing," I said with a huge smile.

"You like her, don't you?"

"Big time... I used to masturbate with her yearbook picture in her dance company outfit. She's so hot; everyone wanted her in high school and she's maybe hotter now."

"I see, well then tonight I'll make sure she joins us as well. You can surprise them and have free rein to both of their bodies. Does that excite you, Luke? Will that make up for what we did to you and losing your girlfriend?"

"Oh, hell yes it does, I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

"I see that, but you'll just have to wait until tonight, I have things to do today."

She left my room and me lying on my bed watching my cock rise with anticipation. I was so excited to have three women to myself in bed tonight. The very idea had me throbbing within seconds. The dried cum on my cock cracked as my shaft expanded, flaking off onto my legs and bed. I had a long time to wait before it really happened and that got me thinking. 

I wanted to remember this for a long time and what better way to do that then get it on video. Tonight I was going to record everything again with my webcam. The idea of watching myself fuck my sister, mother, and Lacy on tape made me grab my cock and began to stroke it. I knew I probably shouldn't, I'd need my potency for tonight but maybe I could take myself close and stop before I came



Summer Suspicions Ch. 04



The day dragged on slower than any day of my life. Lacy and Lisa left me home, probably not wanting to see me after my comment about my cock. I pretty much sat around the house, worked out and pleaded with the day to end.

Finally it was dinner time and Lisa and Lacy came home. Mom invited Lacy to stay over another day which she gladly accepted. Everything was going perfect. I commented how tired I was and was planning on going to bed early. Up in my room I prepared the webcam and left my light on next to my bed on purpose so I'd have a better picture. Hopefully they wouldn't turn it off when they came in to fuck me tonight. The only problem with the light was they would see the latex on my arms easier and I didn't want to spoil the surprise. Leaving my room I found my mother.

"Mom, I'm going to leave my light on so I can see better tonight, but I need you to put the patch on my arm so Lisa doesn't see the latex."

"Okay, I'll make sure I'm the first one in. You seem very excited, Luke."

"That's an understatement."

"Well, don't go and blow your cover before Lisa's cumming or she might freak out and run from the room. Like I said I don't know how she's going to react with you seeing her naked and... well, knowing you're doing her."

"I'll manage."

"Good. It won't be long now. They were very aware of you going to your room early. We should be in as soon as your fathers asleep."

"So Dad doesn't know anything about this?" I asked.

"No, we contemplated using the patch on him but I knew your young body would be better suited for what Lisa and I had in store for you."

"Dad's getting old, huh?"

"He's only fifty, that's not that old. He still gets it up and it's hard during, he just doesn't have the potency he used to. Pretty much once a night is all and maybe twice a week."

"What would he do if he found out about you and Lisa."

"Knowing him he'd want to fuck both of us, just like you, but again... Lisa's the rub. She was more interested in using you than Dad."

"So Lisa's been the big unknown in all of this. Well, I guess we'll find out what she thinks tonight."

"Yep, so don't blow it and grab Lacy's boobs before Lisa's cumming or all this might be ruined."

"You know me so well, Mom," I said, grinning.

She smiled back and I headed to my room.

*****

Mom was right, my door opened much earlier tonight than previous. Dad must have gone to sleep soon after me and they had taken advantage of it. I peeked to see who it was and thankfully it was my mother. She came over to my bed and put the patch on quickly.

"They will be here any second now. Don't worry about the latex I can hardly see it," she said bending over and kissing my forehead.

A minute later Lacy and Lisa joined her.

"He's out," Mom said.

"Already?" Lisa asked.

"Yep," Mom said, shaking me.

"Good, this is going to be fun with three of us."

Hell yes it was! And I was recording every second.

Again my cock was already throbbing and hard when they pulled back the covers. Mom instantly inhaled it and sucked me down to my balls and Lisa explained to Lacy how to do it. I had to be really carful with the light on if I peeked but I still did because I wanted to see Lacy and her incredible body in the full light.

"He left his light on. Should we turn it off?" Lisa asked, grabbing my cock from Mom.

"No, he's out, it won't matter."

Lisa engulfed me as well while Lacy ran her fingers up and down my abs and chest.

"He works out a lot, doesn't he?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's all fit and muscly if you like that."

"Oh I do, a lot."

"I just like this part of him," Lisa said, sucking me deep again and going to town on my cock.

"Let me help you out of your clothes, Lacy," Mom said.

I watched eagerly as my mother pulled Lacy's shirt off revealing her large perfect breasts.

Mom grabbed them, making Lacy squeal and jump back.

"Mom! Lacy's not really into that as much as we are. She barely has any experience touching another woman let alone being touched."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dear... you're mainly here for Luke, then?"

"Yeah, I hope that's okay."

"It's fine, but I hope you're open to experimenting. After all a woman knows best how to make a woman feel her best."

Mom and Lacy joined Lisa on the bed, each fondling a different body part of mine before taking turns sucking my cock. Lacy was so tentative, much less experienced but it felt amazing still, probably because I had it so bad for her. By the time Mom was done helping her, Lacy managed to get a little over half of my shaft in her mouth before having to stop.

"Good effort, I think you did better than me my first time," Lisa said.

"I don't know how you guys do that, he's so long and wide."

"Just the way we like him," Mom said, taking over for Lacy.

Sweet heaven! The attention my cock was getting from these three women was more than fabulous. All three of them were completely naked now and Mom and Lisa were touching each other when they weren't sucking me. Lacy's body in the light of my lamp was phenomenal and I notice she was a natural blond since her carpet matched the drapes. The little breaks between women kept me from cumming and I think they sucked me for a good forty-five minutes before it was time to decide who got to ride first.

I've got to hand it to my mother, she convinced Lisa to let Lacy go first and I was all for that. I soon found out it wasn't for my benefit, but for my mother's and Lacy's. Once the darn condom was on me again Lacy hopped up and sank down onto my ragging cock, moaning as I entered her. She began to move like yesterday and was even more aggressive. But it was what my mother did that was the most surprising. She did what I wanted to do; she started touching Lacy as she rode me. First it was her hair, then her shoulders and back as Lacy got more and more turned on and aroused. Soon Mom was fondling Lacy's large breasts and pinching the nipples to the cries of her approaching orgasm.

"Yes.... see how good it can feel. Just give into the pleasure, let Lisa and I take you further than you've ever dreamed."

It was so fucking hot. Both my sister and mother began to work on Lacy; mouths, hands, fingers, exploring her body as she kept a steady rhythm on my cock. She was putty in their hands and by the time Lacy came she was so worked up she practically exploded with pleasure. Her pussy was exquisite like last night, maybe more so because of what my mother and Lisa were doing. I couldn't imagine anything better than how my cock felt, tightly wrapped in the most perfect sex I've ever felt. To watch my sister and mother helping Lacy climax was utterly sexy and brought me to the brink as Lacy convulsed, screamed and gushed on my cock.

She fell forward onto me, I reveled in the feel of her round orbs smashed on my chest as her body shook and vibrated. I had the perfect woman cumming on my cock and smashing her body against mine.

"Good, he didn't cum," Lisa said, ruining the effect of my perfect world, by checking my cock and pulling my balls lower.

Lacy remained collapsed onto me, actually snuggling into my chest now until Lisa said, "Okay, enough, there are others that want a go. No snuggling and falling asleep."

"Sorry, that was just.... Well.... that was... perfect!" Lacy exclaimed. "I've never experienced anything like that... with his penis and what you were doing to me... I can't describe it."

I had to agree. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her and hold her to me. I almost did until I saw the look from my mother who knew I was peeking. I had to wait. I had to wait until Lisa felt like Lacy did seconds ago.

"We're glad you enjoyed it and were open to the experience," Mom said.

Lacy finally rolled off of me, letting my dick flip out of her exceptional hole and spring up my body hard and ready for Lisa. She made quick work of getting on top and soon was bouncing like a crazy woman on my cock. I think big sister was jealous and her competitive streak had surfaced. Mom slapped my balls, knowing I was close with Lacy and would never last with Lisa riding me so aggressively soon after. It didn't feel good, not one bit but I knew it had to happen even after Lisa tugged on them. I had to get my sister to cum before I could reach up and grab her tits. I couldn't wait to see the expression on her face.

Big sister was crazed, I think she wanted to cum like Lacy and and feel like she had. Mom began to help and even explained to Lacy how she could as well. Of course I had my eyes locked on Lacy's body and everything she did to my sister as my cock got ridden like a horse that was put away wet. Mom watched me carefully, making sure Lisa got off before I did, which was the plan. I only had to endure one more yank of my sack before big sister was ready to burst. Her body was glistening with perspiration from her efforts and from the look of her she was making it worth it, bringing a large orgasm to the surface she'd been working on for a while.

I prepared myself, deciding on what to do as she came. I debated on sitting up and rolling her over to pound down into her as she came, or just reaching up and grabbing her nipples as she convulsed on my cock. I had to make a decision and fast because Lisa was cumming, the time had arrived.

Problem was her body tightened up so much on my cock that it took me over the edge as well and I began to cum hard and powerfully into the condom. My body shook and went into spasms as we both climaxed.

Lisa screamed out, "I'm cumming!"

"I'm cumming too!" I screamed, opening my eyes fully and pulling my sister down on top of me.

Lacy screamed, Mom cheered and Big Sister and I shook and cried in pleasure as the euphoria engulfed our bodies. I held her tight as she shook in my arms and we finished cumming together. Her round breasts smashed against my chest as she snuggled into me and whispered, "I love you, Little Brother."

"I love you too."

Finally she realized what was happening and pulled away from my arms and sat up on me.

"What the hell! You're awake!"

Mom started laughing and that gave it all away. "You knew he was! This whole time you knew! Did you even put a patch on?" Lisa asked grabbing my arm and seeing for herself.

"You did, but how...."

Then she saw the latex and punched me hard in the chest. My cock was still stuffed fully in her pussy as I began to laugh.

Lacy looked horrified and was now covering her body the best she could but her plentiful breasts spilled over her one arm as she tried to cover her pussy with the other. I was worried she might bolt so I reached out and pulled her toward me.

"It's okay. I want you to know how awesome you were and how much I wanted to hold you."

"This is crazy! Were you awake last night as well?" she asked.

"I was, and it was really good as well. I really like you, Lacy. Don't freak out, this is a good thing."

It took her a few minutes but she relaxed and sat on the bed next to me thanks to Mom helping to reassure her. Lisa finally got off me as my cock shrunk and fell out of her.

"It all makes sense now. The last few days you have been different I should have known!" she said hitting me again.

"It was better with me awake and you know it. Just think how good it will be with me as an active participant."

"He's right, trust me I know," Mom said.

"You, you planned this with him. But how did you find out?"

Mom explained what had happened earlier and we talked for a good while about everything. Lacy stopped trying to cover up and actually put her hand on my chest and I put mine on her leg, slowly rubbing up and down her thigh. It had worked out better than I had even imagined.

"So what now?" Lisa asked.

"Nights still young don't leave now," I said, sitting up and putting my arms around Lisa and Lacy.

"Mom's the only one that hasn't cum," Lisa reminded us.

"True, but I had him all to myself this morning."

I knew what she was doing. She told me I would have free rein on the two younger women to make up for the deception of the last two months. Mom was trying to make good on that promise, which was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to touch, lick and fondle every inch of Lacy's perfect body as I sat with my arms around her and my sister.

"So are you passing?"

"Like he said, the night's still young, maybe later."

"You think he can manage? We don't even know if he can go twice yet."

"I'm awake, remember? I can hear you?" I said.

"I know, Little Brother. What do you think? Can you perform again?" Lisa asked reaching for my cock which still had the full condom attached."

"One way to find out," I said standing up.

Lisa smiled, dropped onto her knees and helped Lacy to the floor as well, or rather pulled her. I think she was still a little nervous with everything.

"Don't need this," Lisa said pulling the full condom off and tying it.

She tossed on the ground, turning back to inhale my soft cock. Life returned to it quickly, as she slurped the long hanging flesh, cleaning the cum from the head. Blood began to inflate it as my heart rate increased. My down time was over and the need for more took hold of my body.

"Help me out, don't be shy just because he's awake," Lisa said to Lacy.

Tentatively she reached out and took hold of my shaft as Lisa sucked my head back into her mouth. Seconds later I was throbbing again as big sister took me deep and Lacy played with my balls. I looked up at Mom and she had a large smile on her face, watching the two younger women worshiping my cock. I mouthed the words 'thank you' and she mouthed back 'you're welcome'. She walked forward, sat down on my bed next to me, before laying back and to begin finger herself as the duel blowjob continued.

Lacy was sucking me now, and I think her inhibitions were finally gone. She no longer cared about being naked or knowing I was awake, just the opposite she was trying to outdo my sister in pleasing me. The two competed with my cock, both with much different styles but both excellent. Watching their separate heads bob and suck my cock was like a dream I expected to wake up from any second. Finally after fifteen or more minutes, Lisa sucked hard, letting me out with an audible pop and looked up at me.

"I think he's plenty hard, let's see what he's got when he's not lying on his back out cold!" she said pushing me hard in the chest, making me fall on the bed.

"No, I don't think so," I said reaching up and pulling her down and rolling on top of her. I pinned her hands over her head and began to kiss her neck, down her collarbone to her breasts. She squirmed a little before giving in when my mouth found her breast, sucking her nipple gently and teasing the tip with my tongue.

"Oh.... Luke.... That's nice," she said. "Maybe you are more fun awake."

I sucked both breasts until her nipples were hard as a rock and shiny wet. I continued down over her ribs and her flat toned stomach to her sex. She was very wet and her lips fell slightly open at the bottom of her pussy. Using my tongue I started low, spreading her wide open only to suck her clit hard. Big sister squealed with pleasure, grabbing my head and forcing my face deeper into her sex.

"Okay, now I have no doubt, Little Brother. You're a lot more fun."

"Hey, what about me?" I heard Lacy ask and the bed move as she sat down next to us.

I lifted my head looking to my right to see Lacy lying there looking amazing. I wanted to touch her and play with her phenomenal breasts but before I could move over to her, Lisa grabbed my head again and pulled me back into her sex.

"She can wait, finish what you started."

Looks like I needed to get Lisa off before moving to Lacy. Not that I minded, she tasted amazing and one of my favorite things to do was munch on a hot wet pussy. As I was licking and sucking my sister I felt the bed roll again and opened my eyes. Looking up I saw Mom was playing with Lisa's breasts while I ate her. The added stimulation got Lisa moaning louder and her legs began to vibrate the faster I worked her little nubbin. She arched her back lifting her pussy further into my face and grabbed the sheets on the bed with both hands. 

Big sister was ready to explode, just on the edge waiting for something to push her over. Pinning her clit between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue fast and hard, sent her into convulsions and screams of ecstasy. She shook and thrashed on my bed, making me let go of her clit and hold my entire mouth over her quivering sex to suck and thrust my tongue into her flooding tunnel. Her tight little body rose up as her legs shook under the pleasure of her climax. It was fucking hot.

"Impressive, Luke, I believe Lisa cumming already," Mom said with a laugh.

"Ya think? Holy.... Shit!" she screamed out. "Luke... wow... you're really good at that."

"Thanks," I said, lifting my wet face off my sister.

I turned to see Lacy, helping herself out while watching my sister cum. Her nipples were hard and she had both hands gridding down on her shaved pussy with her legs close together. I took the opportunity to reach for her breasts and she welcomed my hand. Her erect nipple felt incredible on my palm as my large hand barely covered her plentiful breast. She didn't stop playing as I pinched her left nipple and caressed her right breast. A moan escaped her lips, she was closer than I expected all on her own. I helped her out, pinching both nipples and rolling her large orgs in my hands. They were so firm for being that big and I was amazed at how perfect they felt. 

My cock was oozing all over my bed with a string of pre-cum falling to the sheets as I knelt next to Lacy and watched her play as I fondled the most perfect pair of tits I'd ever seen or touched. She was a goddess; I found no flaws on her body and was perfectly content just touching her. She wasn't though, and reached out, grabbing hold of my throbbing cock and pulling me onto her as she spread her legs.

"Fuck me, I want your cock again!" she said.

"Oh snap! Lacy's a potty mouth," Lisa said, giggling.

I turned to look at her and she and Mom were having their own fun. Turning back to Lacy I eased myself between her legs and fed my cock into her wet hot pussy still on my knees. I lifted her long sexy legs up and out, shoving forward again and again. Her pussy clung to my shaft, feeling like hot wet perfection. It felt better than anything before and it was then I realized they hadn't put a new condom on me. I was fucking Lacy flesh to flesh and wasn't about to say shit. Leaning over I had to sample her large breasts with my mouth, just as I shoved more of my cock into her.

"Ohhhhhh, Fuck Yes!" she screamed, as my long shaft slid in to my balls.

She had really gotten herself wet and ready, it felt incredible, wrapping my cock in bliss and making me moan as well. I sucked hard on both of her breasts and began to thrust in and out while biting her nipples and pushing her breasts together with my hands. My perfect world was happening right then and there. My room was filled with moans of four of us having sex and I had a hard time deciding on what to look out. Between my sister and mother in 69 munching each other or watching my cock slide in and out of Lacy's exceptional body. I was so glad I was recording all of this and could watch what I missed later.

I had Lacy cumming in less than two minutes with the sexiest face I've ever seen on a climaxing woman. Her eyes were glassed over with her lips parted slightly as her body tightened and shook before melting into my mattress. I kept up my rhythm all the way through her climax and was amazed that the sensation could get even better than what I was already feeling. Without the condom, I was close as well and locked on her climaxing body, looking nowhere else until my sister got my attention.




Summer Suspicions Ch. 04



"Hey, Little Brother... want some of this?"

I turned to look and both her and Mom had their asses in the air, pulling themselves apart to show me their open wet pussies and tight rosebud asses. It was quite a sight.

"Go ahead.... I'm good," Lacy said when I looked back at her. "You were amazing, again," she said reaching up to touch my chest.

I smiled, pulled out of her and scooted over to my waiting mother and sister. My cock was covered in Lacy's secretions, bouncing back and forth as I moved. 

"Who wants it first?" I asked, slapping both of their asses.

"Oh, you're a naughty little boy," Mom said.

"Just like we like him," Lisa added.

Mom licked her finger and penetrated her tight ass with it, "I'm naughty too. Give it to me, Luke, fuck my ass."

She was ready from the look of it; Lisa must have been tonguing her ass as well as munching her pussy. I stood up on my bed and squatted down, holding my cock level at the entrance to my mother's slightly opened anus. I was amazed at how easy I entered her, Lacy's cream and Mom's preparation made it effortless. I slid every inch smooth and easy until my balls pressed against her hot wet twat. Mom let out a guttural moan, buried her head in my pillow and screamed in what could only be described as unqualified delight.

"Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck Mom's ass, Luke... she loves it hard... give it to her."

Lisa would know and so I held nothing back, pummeling my mother's tight ass with everything I had. My legs began to burn, squatting over her but the sensation on my cock kept me going. Being in control like this and having my cock in her hot ass was so new to me that it wasn't long before I was going to cum. Mom was playing with her clit from underneath and knew from her sounds she was getting close but I didn't know if I could out last her. No condom, her hot ass, the excitement was just too much to stay in control. 

"Oh no you don't, not yet," Lisa said from behind me and grabbed my balls like she had many times before.

"Ahh, fuck that hurts!" I screamed in pain and surprise.

"I don't want you cumming without fucking me again. Deal with it."

So much for my orgasm in Mom's ass. Lisa effectively killed it for me but Mom started to cum anyway. Lisa was going to pay for that. If I couldn't cum in Mom's butt I was going to sure as shit cum in hers. After Mom finished cumming I pulled out, still feeling sick to my stomach from Lisa's ball grab and turned to her.

"My turn?" she asked.

"Yeah, Sis.... Your turn."

I grabbed her and forced her on her stomach, as she giggled from what she though was horseplay. She assumed the same position as Mom was in looking over her shoulder as I prepared to enter her. I first filled her pussy with my cock, making sure to give her a few good hard thrusts before pulling out too far on purpose. My cock flipped out. Grabbing it I pushed it down, acting like I was going back into her pussy but slid upwards and pressed into her ass. She reacted surprised and her head flew up and turned toward me.

"This is for grabbing my balls," I said pressing my head into her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck! Wait! Too fast!" she screamed.

I didn't stop, but kept steady pressure and descended into her tight hole as she screamed and grabbed my bed sheets. By then Mom was aware of what was going on as well as Lacy. They both were kneeling on the bed watching my cock go slowly but without pause into Lisa's ass.

"Luke's getting even," Mom, said with a slight giggle.

"OMG, can she take him there?"

"Yes, don't worry; she's done it many times."

Big Sister was panting, trying to adjust to my hasty entrance into her ass. Her head was down and her chest was heaving as the last inch penetrated her bowels. I held myself fully into her feeling her ass constrict and grab my shaft.

"Mother fucker! That kind of hurt, Luke!" Lisa yelled.

"So did whacking my balls, so deal with it, as you say."

She turned and looked at me with an angry face but it quickly turned to pleasure as I started pulling out of her and Mom reached under to play with her pussy.

"I guess I deserved that..."

She cut off as I descended again into her exceptionally hot ass. She had more than adjusted to my hard shaft and the pleasure was written all over her body.

"Wow, she likes it," Lacy said, watching with big eyes.

"It's a wonderful sensation, Lacy, maybe someday you'll be ready to try it," Mom said.

"It looks amazing, he's so big; I can't believe it fits."

Lisa's ass was much tighter than Mom's and I was soon over the pain and back to being on the verge of orgasm. Lisa hadn't said anything further but her body told me everything I needed to know. Over and over I slid my large cock in and out of her ass, basking in the sensations it caused. My balls were tight, aching for release and suddenly Lisa's ass clamped down on my shaft, going into spasms from her orgasm. It sent me off and again brother and sister were cumming in sync. This time though, I was free to let my load spray into my sister, filling her tight little ass with my milk. The sensation took me to a new level of bliss, where I lost sight and hearing at the most intense portion of my climax. My cock jerked and convulsed in her ass, forcing my load deep inside of her quivering body.

"They came together again," I heard Lacy say as I was easing down.

"Perfect timing. It's like they are connected," Mom added.

I fell over and wrapped my arms around my sister, hugging her while my cock pulsated with her ass. Her legs gave and we collapsed onto my bed, panting and covered in sweat. The two orgasms of the night were outstanding and both were with my sister. Sliding off to the side so I didn't crush her, she curled up into my body and I held her tight.

"Luke, that was amazing... I haven't cum that hard before, especially doing anal. I'm sorry for deceiving you and taking advantage. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes, Lisa... I forgive you."



Summer Suspicions Ch. 05



I fell asleep quickly after the ladies left my room. I did get a kiss from Lacy, which was nice and we all planned on talking about this the following morning. Before I fell asleep I stopped the recording and let the computer render the video so I could check it out when I woke up. I slept very well again; fucking three women really takes it out of you.

I woke up early, don't know why but I couldn't get back to sleep, not with my mind racing about the three women and then I remembered the video. Sitting naked in my computer chair, I started the video and skipped a head to when they all came in my room. It turned out better than I had hoped. The light made all the difference and I had a great little porn foursome starring me and three lovely ladies. Of course I was soon hard watching the hot action and stoking my cock slowly. I decided not to ejaculate again, knowing better I would need it later. 

Seeing Lacy's incredible body on screen was spectacular, I found myself pausing the video and admiring her large breasts and watching the video me play and suck on them. By the time the video ended I was so turned on my cock was ready to burst and I had to let it go all together because even the slightest touch was going to make me nut. I had to tighten up to stop my climax and a little glob of semen still escaped but I stopped from a total climax.

I turned the video off, trying to calm my cock down and put some clothes on. I left my room and found the only one up was my father, getting ready for work. I was surprised he didn't know anything about this and I wasn't going to be the one that said anything.

"You're up early," he said seeing me come into the kitchen.

"Yeah, couldn't sleep for some reason."

"I wish I could go back now, I'm sure I could. So did Lacy spend the night again?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"She's sure an attractive girl, don't you think?"

"Very... I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers."

"Yeah, no kidding, but don't tell your mother I said that."

"I won't."

"Kind of fun to have a sister that has such hot friends, eh?"

"Oh big time, Dad," I said and mumbled, "You have no idea."

"Well, I'll see you tonight, got to go."

He slapped me on the back and was soon in the car on his way to work. I just sat in the kitchen staring at the clock, bored out of my mind. Knowing it could be hours until the girls were up; I came up with an idea because my cock wouldn't settle down after watching that entire video and I couldn't stop thinking about it.

I went back upstairs and opened Lisa's door, peaking in the dim room. Both women were sound asleep in the queen bed together, Lacy the closest to me. I walked over quietly and watched them sleep, before realizing how creepy it was. This was something Edward would do to Bella and I hated that show! Good hell what was wrong with me? I thought about the patches under Lisa's dresser but didn't see the need for them anymore since everything was out in the open. So, without thinking much of it I pulled the sheets back and slipped in behind Lacy and put my arm around her. She was dressed in her night shirt and stirred slightly from my touch before jumping away.

"Luke! What are you doing?" she shouted, sitting up, startled.

This of course woke up Lisa who rose up on her elbow to stare at me.

"Really, Luke? It's seven in the morning, go back to bed and leave us alone."

"I thought we could... you know," I started.

"We know what you thought, not happening, now leave. We're tired."

"Seriously?" I asked, shocked.

"Yes, get out... We're not doing you right now... Judas what's wrong with you?" Lisa asked, plenty perturbed.

I got out of bed, headed toward the door, looking back once until Lisa pointed to the door making me leave. That didn't work out like I hoped it would. Maybe I should have opted for the patches. Not to be discouraged I snuck into my parent's bedroom and got into bed beside my mom.

"Hello, Son... Can't sleep?" she asked.

"Nope, and Lisa and Lacy kicked me out."

"So you came to me... last? Gee I'm honored," she said sarcastically.

"Well, two's better than one, right."

"Not to mention their half my age and you have a constant hardon for Lacy."

"True, are you mad?" I asked.

"No, come closer," she said.

I snuggled up to her, spooning her from behind and rested my semi hard cock on her backside. I draped my arm over her and put my hand on her breast.

"Your father didn't leave very long ago."

"I know, I talked to him a little in the kitchen before he left."

"He likes to hold me like you are, but always ends up playing."

"Can't say as I blame him."

"I knew you would say that. You remind me of him so much, especially when we were younger."

My cock was fully hard by then, but I hadn't started moving my hand on her breasts; just holding it still and cupping her full bosom. I wanted to play and I wanted her but I didn't know what she was thinking or what she would do this early in the morning. At least she hadn't kicked me out yet like the younger women.

Suddenly the door opened and both Lisa and Lacy came in.

"Thanks a lot, Luke, now we can't get back to sleep," Lisa said.

"We thought we'd find you here since you weren't in your room," Lacy smiled.

Both of them looked very nice in their short braless shirts. It was much different image between the two, Lisa's shirt clung to her small round breasts and Lacy's fell straight down from hers pushing her shirt well away from her body from the tits down. 

"You haven't started without us have you?" Lisa asked.

"No, not yet," Mom responded. "He's being a gentleman."

"Well, we can't have that," Lisa, giggled and both her and Lacy jumped onto the king bed with us.

I guess once they woke up the idea of messing around didn't sound so bad anymore. I stayed snuggled up to Mom, content to stay put and see what the girls did.

"He's being a gentleman but his penis isn't. It's rock hard, smashed against my ass," Mom said, laughing.

"Mmm, sounds delightful... we should teach it a lesson or two," Lisa said pulling the sheets off Mom and me.

Lacy pulled my arm and soon both of them had me on my back. Mom rolled over to help, surrounding me on all sides with hungry looking women. Lacy reached out first and grabbed my cock through my shorts I had put on.

"I'll say. His big cock's begging to be punished."

Lisa tugged off my shorts once Lacy let go long enough. I took off my own shirt and let the ladies gather around my throbbing and oozing dick. This punishment and lesson they had planned was going to so totally rock. They began with their hands, gently caressing my balls, shaft and circling my oozing head with their fingers, playing in the pre-cum and driving me absolutely crazy. I was oozing so much they were able to draw lines down my shaft with their fingers in my slick juices, laughing as my cock would lurch on its own when they teased the slit for more pre-cum.

Before long all of them were naked as they took turns getting undressed and teasing my cock. It really got my blood flowing and I was dying to fuck them or at least get a blowjob by then. They were in no rush... it was early and we had plenty of time alone with nothing to do today while Dad was at work. I of course was admiring the view as they played. I highly recommend, if you get the chance, to have three fine ass women naked to look at and play with you, to not pass it up. Just a helpful hint.

They all looked amazing, especially Lacy with her curvy body, large breasts and good hell that ass was out of this world. Speaking of that ass she began an interesting conversation as the girls continued to tease my cock.

"So tell me, you two... what does anal feel like?"

"Difficult to explain, it's different than normal sex... you kind of have to experience it for yourself," Lisa said.

"True... it can be very pleasurable if you take the time to do it right and I must stress a lot of clit play... that's key," Mom added, sticking her finger in my slit.

"So what do I have to do to be able to try it?" Lacy asked, which made my cock jump and my heart race.

"You've got to be really ready for it, especially for something like, Luke's monster, here," Lisa said grabbing my shaft hard for the first time.

"So, maybe something smaller to begin with? Like I need to work up to him?" Lacy asked.

"Yeah, that might be a good idea, I wouldn't try and do it without experiencing something smaller before," Mom added, leaning over and taking my head into her hot mouth as Lisa pulled me vertical.

Holy hell it felt amazing after all the talk and teasing. I thought I might nut right in her mouth it felt that good.

"Have you ever had anything in there before... like a finger or toy?" Lisa added.

"No, nothing."

"Wow, an anal virgin... how special for Luke. What do you think, Little Brother... what would you do to have Lacy's ass for the first time?"

"Umm... well, whatever she wants," I said, not really knowing what to say.

"It will be my privilege, Luke... I want you to be the first," Lacy said, actually blushing a little.

"Well, alright then. Looks like we'll have to start training that tight ass of yours for his giant cock. Hopefully you'll be ready before I have to go back to school."

Mom was still sucking me, not adding to the conversation and it was difficult to concentrate on exactly what it meant to be the first to fuck Lacy's ass because Mom was really sucking my cock well, deep, wet and when she sucked she practically inhaled me. She came off me to say something.

"It only took, Lisa four weeks before she tried it, so we should have you ready before then."

"I can't wait to get started... does he get to help?" Lacy asked.

"I'm sure he will, now that he's not out cold," Lisa giggled. "But all this anal talk has gotten me so wet and horny. It's time to ride that big cock!"

"Did you bring any condoms?" Mom asked.

"Oh shit, we forgot and I don't want to leave to get some," Lisa said already on her knees and climbing over me.

"It's up to you?" Mom said.

"Just don't cum inside me, Luke... can you manage that?" Lisa asked.

"I can, I'll warn you when I'm getting close," I said very excited to not have to have a condom on my cock.

"Good," she said easing down onto my ragging hardon while Mom held it up for her.

Lisa's pussy was very wet and hot. The sensation was noticeably better without the condom and Big Sister's pussy wrapped my cock in bliss.

"Mmmm, yeah, that's the spot. Fuck, I love your dick, Luke."

She fell all the way down on me and then pushed her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy on my cock. Lacy was smiling and watching and Mom was playing with my balls from behind Lisa. I reached up and took both Lisa's breasts in my hand and palmed them before using my thumb and index finger to play with the nipples. Suddenly Lisa, yelped and kind of jumped, looking back at Lacy.

"Oh, my... I wasn't expecting that!"

"Sorry, I just got the urge to."

"What did she do?" I asked.

"She stuck her finger in my ass!" Lisa, blurted and giggled.

"Sounds like you'll have to return the favor," I said as Lisa rose up and eased down on my dick again.

"No... don't take it out... it feels good," Lisa said to Lacy.

Fuck! The idea of Lacy's finger in Lisa's ass while she rode my cock had me all sorts of excited. The idea was so hot to me and it also gave me a great view of Lacy's tits as she knelt next to my sister's rising and falling body. Mom kept playing with my balls and Lisa picked up the pace, driving hard down onto my cock with Lacy's finger stuck up her ass. Lisa's nipples were taunt and very fun to play with when they got hard, pressing out quite a ways off her small round breasts.

The pleasure only increased the longer she rode me, my cock felt wonderful being caressed by my sister's wet pussy as she slammed down onto my legs as I lay in my parent's bed. Lisa seemed to love my cock again and I think the added finger in her ass was helping. She was definitely going to cum before I did. And I loved watching her cum.

When she started to shake and tighten up on my cock the pleasure really rose, almost taking me too far but her climax was too much for her to continue rising and falling. Instead she fell forward on to me and lay on my chest, vibrating with pleasure and holding me tight.

"Little Brother... you've ruined me... I'm addicted to you and what you do to me."

I felt Lacy pull her finger out of Lisa's ass and lean over to us. "Is it my turn now?"

"I guess, if I have to give him up," Lisa answered.

She rolled off of me and Lacy whispered to me, "I want you to fuck me," and fell on her side next to me.

I rolled over immediately grabbing a hand full each of her tits as she opened her legs. Good hell her breasts were amazing as was her body under me. She was the perfect woman, everything about her just felt and looked phenomenal. I eased forward, pressing my head into her wet and ready pussy. She moaned loudly as I buried my cock as deep as it would go and pinched both nipples. I leaned down as her eyes were closed and kissed her. She returned the kiss, grabbing my head and pulling my mouth to hers in a wet impassioned collection of kisses. It was hot, my body was on fire with pleasure from my hands on her breasts to my lips on hers and my cock shoved solidly inside this perfect woman.

Then Lisa had to go and ruin everything by sticking her finger in my ass!

I tried to pull away but since my cock was shoved tight into Lacy there wasn't anywhere I could move. At least Lisa used some kind of lube and didn't try and dry fuck my ass but it still surprised the shit out of me and I freaked out, yelling at her.

"What the fuck! Get your finger out of my ass!"

"Just relax, Little Brother, trust me."

"I thought Lacy was being trained not me."

Suddenly she moved her finger and a strange sensation rushed over my body, shutting me up fast. It was euphoric, sending deep waves of extraordinary pleasure I had never felt before all over me. She moved again and the waves increased making my cock lurch inside Lacy.

"Holy fuck! What are you doing?"

"That, my little bro is your prostate," she said, pushing on it again.

"Ahhhh, good hell that's intense.... Where did you learn this?" I asked.

"I'm a nurse, remember?"

I couldn't respond, she was just going crazy on my prostate and the penetrating sensations rushed over my body. I started to shake on top of Lacy; pretty much forgetting I was supposed to be fucking her. Lisa was taking me to a new realm of pleasure I didn't know existed but absolutely loved. The sensation wasn't just centered on my cock like in a normal orgasm, this was full body and insanely powerful.

"He's doing something?" Lacy said.

"I think he's cumming, but not," Mom said.

"Yep, he's experiencing his first prostate orgasm, and I think he likes it," Lisa said.

I began to pant and shake on top of Lacy. I couldn't control myself, totally overcome by the pleasure flooding my body as Lisa continued to work my prostate over. It was difficult to breath and I no longer could hold myself off of Lacy, falling on to her with all my weight. I can't explain it well enough to make you understand how good it felt or how it felt but just know it was exceedingly enjoyable so much I had never been so seemingly out of control of my own body before, even when drunk.

"I think he's had enough or Lacy might get crushed," Mom said.

"Okay," Lisa said, pulling her finger out of my ass as I continued to be overwhelmed and incapable of anything really.

Mom and Lisa rolled me off of Lacy and I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling until the sensation's slowly left my body.

"Wow, you really did a number on him," Lacy said.

"Yeah, I wasn't quite expecting that much of a reaction."

"You okay, Luke?" Mom asked.

"Mmmm, yeah... fuck yes I am. Lisa that was incredible."

"And you were worried; see what happens when you try new things."

"How was I supposed to know it would feel like that?"

"You weren't but I bet you're glad it did."

Lisa had opened a new chapter of pleasure I never knew existed and was scared to even try until now. I wondered if there was anything else her schooling had taught my naughty big sister.

"You have no idea. By the way, what did you use for lube?" I asked.

She started laughing, "My own personal recipe, right from my pussy."

Mom started to laugh, and Lacy just shook her head.

"Well, at least his cock's still hard," Lacy said, rolling onto me and working my hard shaft back into her with no hands.

"I guess I'm going to have to fuck you now," she said looking down at me.

It was odd, I expected my cock to explode as soon as she began riding me but the prostate massage had a strange effect on my cock. It remained hard but took a while before the pleasure returned enough to raise my balls and approach climax from the penile stimulation. By then, Lacy was well on her way to her own as I played with her tits and enjoyed the visual of her hot little body riding my big long cock. I felt weak from the new orgasm but I was slowly recovering lying on my back and letting Lacy do all the work. She rode my cock so well and touching her exceptional body only increased my stimulation.

"You ready for your first anal lesson?" Lisa asked.

"Umm... I guess.... yes, I think I am," Lacy answered as her confidence grew.

"Okay, now just relax, this shouldn't hurt a bit."

I felt Lisa's hand steal some of the juice off my cock and begin to smear it around Lacy's tight hole. Lacy stopped riding me and I saw her hold her breath as Lisa got ready to stick her finger into Lacy's butt.

"She's really tight, wow," Lisa said.

"Just go slow. She'll open up," Mom instructed, watching carefully from behind Lacy's tense body.

I could feel her pussy tighten up when her ass did, she was fighting it, it seemed, not relaxing like she should.

"Ohhh.... Ohhh wow... okay that's not bad... ohhh shit it does feel different," Lacy said and I assumed Lisa had managed to get her finder inside.

"I'll just hold it here if you want to move again on Luke."

"Okay," Lacy panted and I could see the effect the added digit was having on her.

"Just ride him slow, enjoy it," Mom said.

Lacy's face was pure bliss, she even closed her eyes and rose steadily up and fell back down on me.

"You're right about his dick, I'm addicted as well," Lacy said as her climax took over her body.

I held her steady as she shook and convulsed on my cock and Lisa's finger, pushing me very close to my own orgasm. She was making small movements on my dick as her pussy tightened and pulsed, stimulating my head so well I was going to cum.

"I'm real close, like going to blow any second," I said.

Lacy looked disappointed but rolled off of me anyway and my mother grabbed my cock and began to stroke it, pushing me over the limit and causing my dick to erupt in a high burst of very white semen. I had never seen it that color before nor the thickness as it arched up out of my shaft and cascaded down onto my stomach. It must have been the massage, Lisa must have released some deep seated cum and now it was spurting out of me in gobs.

Mom kept stroking and my cock kept sending the bright white ropes out onto my body as I jerked and flinched with each contraction.

"Wow, look at him go!" Lisa cheered.

"That's pretty cool to see that," Lacy added "more fun than the condom."

"It's so white this time," Mom added.

"And thick," Lisa said touching the lines of cum on my stomach.

She tasted it and dipped her fingers in for more, "Pretty good."

Mom let go of my cock and it fell to my tummy, among the puddles of cum and began to shrink. Lisa moved right in and began to lick off my semen and suck the end of my penis. She seemed to be the only one that wanted to eat it because neither Mom nor Lacy moved forward. They just watched Lisa lick me clean and swallow my thick load on her own. She ate everything.




Summer Suspicions Ch. 05



"We should have breakfast and continue this later when Luke is able," Mom said.

"I'm starving," Lacy said.

"That's funny, I'm not that hungry," Lisa said, licking her lips and before busting up.

*****

At breakfast, Lacy sat next to me with her hand on my thigh talking about what she remembered of high school. Mom made us eggs and toast before joining us around the table. None of us had much on as far as clothing, I don't think any of the women put panties back on at all; just nightshirts and my mom put a robe on over her naked body.

"So... I liked your finger in my butt, Lisa. It didn't hurt at all," Lacy said, taking a bite of eggs.

"We'll have to try something larger maybe. Mom's got a bunch of toys with different widths to work you up to Luke."

"Cool, I can hardly wait until I'm ready," Lacy said giving my leg a squeeze.

"I bet Luke can't wait either," Lisa said, grinning.

"I'm not going to lie; I'm looking forward to it for sure."

"You need to be patient, Son; if you try before she's ready you could ruin the experience for her."

"I'll try and be good, Mom."

"Good, we can look at my collection of toys after breakfast. Maybe a butt plug for a few hours could help loosen you up."

My cock lurched under the table. I had the image of plug pressed tightly into Lacy's perfect bubble butt and couldn't shake it. I felt my cock growing in my shorts, the only thing I was wearing. If Lacy moved just a little higher on my leg she would notice it for sure.

"It worked for me. I had one in almost every night with Luke after Mom introduced me to the idea. She has different sizes. I increased each week until I was ready to try Luke."

"Did it hurt the first time with his dick?" Lacy asked, moving her hand slightly upwards.

"Not really, hurt... it just stretched me so wide it was a little uncomfortable before I got used to him. Mom helped a lot she played and helped me relax the first time. We'll do the same for you, I'm sure."

My cock was throbbing, making a tent in my shorts now from the subject of conversation. It was turning me on big time listening to these women talk about anal sex, with my cock as the main item of discussion.

"I just hope I can handle it, it's got me excited to try and I don't want to be disappointed," Lacy said, as she discover my hardon.

She kept it to herself, only turning to look at me slightly as her hand felt the pushed out shorts and then, as she moved further, my cock. She grabbed it tight, helping it slide upward to its natural erect position with the tip poking out of the top of my shorts. She moved her hand under the waist band and began running her palm up and down my shaft slowly while still eating her breakfast. I didn't think Mom or Lisa noticed. It felt wonderful and I went back to eating my eggs and toast, enjoying the soft caress of Lacy's hand.

We were all almost done with breakfast and Lacy had continued to play and rub my cock, which was oozing plentifully. It made it difficult to not react when she used the slick lube to stimulate my head with her palm but I managed. I was glad for the food and felt my strength returning after the prostate orgasm and then the final one.

"Thanks for breakfast Mrs. Draper," Lacy said, finishing her orange juice.

"Please, Dear, call me Susan, especially after all we've done together," Mom said.

"Okay, Susan... oh by the way... your son's ready for more... I've been playing with his cock for ten minutes now."

Lisa almost had orange juice come out of her nose from laughing and had to get up and spit it in the sink. I was smiling like a kid that had just been caught getting away with something and Lacy was grinning too.

"I see, well it must have been all that anal talk that got him started. Right, Son."

"Can't fool you."

"We'll then, clear your plates and let's go back upstairs and look through my toys for Lacy and see what we can do about Luke's apparent need." 

Lacy grabbed a hold of my cock one last time and gave me a good hard jerk before standing to clear her plate. She dropped her napkin and bent over to pick it up without bending her knees. The shirt came up, just like she knew it would, giving me an exceptional view of her tight perfect butt and wet flushed pussy. Fuck me! She was incredible and playing with me had her all kinds of wet. She smiled back at me, retrieved the napkin and cleared her plate. I followed quickly after her with my hard cock throbbing beneath my shorts.

"Little Brother's all big and oozing again. I'm really glad you found out about us. You're a lot more fun and accessible more often now," Lisa said, grabbing my cock on the way back from the sink to get her own plate.

I followed the lovely ladies upstairs to my parent's room and Mom went to her closet and came back with a black sack. She dumped the contents onto the bed where, Lacy, Lisa and I were lying. I was amazed at the collection of sex toys my mother had. I counted four vibrators, two long dildos and five butt plugs all of different sizes. The girls all sorted through it, arranging things according to size while I watched. 

"Do you think I could handle this?" Lacy asked, picking up the second plug.

"Possibly, sounds like you want to try the fast track," Lisa, giggled.

It was clear blue, soft rubber and probably only as round as a quarter at its widest part. Along with the toys were a few condoms, lubes and creams to enhance sensations for women. Lacy grabbed some lube and fell on her back popping the cap. She had the plug in one hand and the lube in the other. She pulled up her shirt, revealing her shaved pussy and looked at me.

"Luke, do you want to do the honors?" she asked, holding the items toward me.

"Sure," I said, taking them from her.

I knelt beneath her as she began to softly play with her clit and lips while I got ready with the lube. I squirted some onto my fingers and she lifted her legs up for me. Her little rosebud was tightly puckered and looked amazing under her open sex. Using both fingers I smeared the slippery lube around her tight hole. She flinched from the cold but it warmed quickly on her hot little body. She was still rubbing her sex and I could see her nipples erect and pressing out under her shirt. I spent more time than needed rubbing the lube around because I was trying to grasp what I was doing. Some things in life you have to wrap your head around and it takes a minute. This was one of those times.

"Okay, she's ready, Luke... just go really slow with that and listen to her," Mom interrupted my pondering.

I turned to see her and Lisa naked and smearing Climax Cream on each other's clits and rubbing it into their folds. Turning, back to Lacy, I placed the blue tip of the plug against her slippery and glistening ass and pressed slowly forward. The tip went in easy and so did the first inch until I felt resistance and her ass clench slightly on it.

"Oh... shit... it's bigger than Lisa's finger for sure."

"Just relax, and you can actually push out as he's pressing in. It seems to help," Lisa encouraged.

I felt her Lacy's body relax and without pressing much at all she took more of the plug almost to the widest part before more resistance began.

"It's almost in... just another inch." I said, pressing a tad harder.

Suddenly and quickly it popped into her ass to the end cap as her muscles constricted around the smaller portion. When it passed the widest point it seemed to just move on its own into her body and I was able to let go and it stayed tightly wedged in her splendid bottom. The image was better than my imagination at breakfast. I knelt there, stunned and staring.

"Ahh... shit... mmm... that's not bad... I think I like it," Lacy said feeling with her own hand the end cap and pressing on it with two fingers as I sat up and watched.

A sexier sight I haven't seen much of. This exquisite woman with her fingers playing with a toy in her ass as her breasts pushed out on a thin shirt was remarkable. Her pussy was flushed, pink and moist and her excited clit was visible among the folds. I was so engrossed in looking at her I jumped a little when a vibrator sprang to life. I turned and witnessed Lisa ease the noisy toy into her wet pussy as she played with her clit with her free hand. I missed her and Mom getting naked again and really missed the part where Mom had begun fucking herself with the longest and biggest dildo in the group. The thing had to be over a foot with a large handle and ribs of increasing size up the shaft. She had the thing buried to the handle, just going to town in her pussy and doing the same to her clit as Lisa was. Both of their clits were huge and I figured it was from the cream they had applied.

I guess I looked like a lost puppy or something, not knowing what to do as all three women were pleasing themselves because Lisa mention the same and then said, "I have a mouth or another hole if you're bored, Luke."

It was then I noticed the huge wet spot on my shorts from my hard dick and quickly took them off. I paused to watch Lacy working herself to a small climax by playing with her excited clit. When she began to cum the plug in her ass started to move, tilting slightly in and out as her ass clenched and released. I couldn't look away from the amazing sight.

Lisa threw a plug at me to get my attention again, hitting me in the chest. I moved toward her with the lube and she lifted her legs, knowing what I intended. I lubed up her ass like Lacy, scooted forward and began to press my wet engorged head into my sister's tight ass. She kept the vibrator going in her pussy and I felt the vibrations on the head of my cock as she opened up to me.

"AAAhhhh, fuck yeah, ease that monster in my ass, Luke.... I'm so horny again!"

The vibrations only got more intense the further I buried my cock into Lisa's tight hole. The sensation was amazing and the added tightness from the toy made her ass very tight and hot. As soon as I was all the way in, Lisa began moving the vibrator back out of her pussy. I could feel the shaft sliding above my cock and the pulsations felt amazing. I let her thrust the toy in and out a few times before moving my own cock, withdrawing slowly to enhance the stimulation of her ass grabbing my shaft all the way out.

Shortly, Mom crawled over to the two of us and stayed on all fours right next to me and Lisa. I looked over at her, watching her ease the long rubber toy into her lubed ass above her open pussy as her large breasts swayed slightly, hanging down from her body. It was hot shit. She looked over her shoulder at me, beginning to thrust the toy in and pull it out rapidly. I watched the lips of her pussy open and close slightly from the motion of the toy in her butt, glistening with her juices.

"My turn, Luke... I need your cock in my pussy now!" Mom yelled, making me jump and Lisa laugh. 

"You better do what she says, Little Brother, don't want to make her angry."

I pulled out of my sister and moved over to Mom. She was practically dripping wet and even with the toy stuffed in her ass my wide cock entered her with ease. Damn, she was so hot and wet it felt like I had already cum a gallon of jizz deep inside. She screamed out as I slammed into her, letting go of the toy and arching her back so her head was on a pillow. I took over with the long toy, sliding it in and out of her ass along with my dick at the same time. It was fun to feel the big ridges of the toy pass over my cock when I'd alternate the motions, pressing in as I pulled the toy out. 

"Don't forget about me, Luke," Lacy said, moving over to lie next to my sister with the butt plug still in her ass. Her pussy was very wet now and looked so hot. She had taken off her shirt and was playing with those perfect breasts of hers. I gave Mom a few more thrust of me and the toy and quickly pulled out but the toy wanted to fall from her as well if I left it because of how heavy it was. Getting an idea, I bent the toy all the way over and fed the handle potion into Mom's open sex, effectively fucking both holes with the same shaft. I wanted to get over to Lacy, because Mom was right.... I did have it bad for her.

Crawling past, Lisa's stuffed pussy I took up position in front of Lacy. She smiled up at me, gave me a sexy look while biting her lip. Bending my cock down, I entered her incomparable pussy all the way as deep as I could go with the plug stuffed in her ass. I felt the end cap on my balls and Lacy screamed out in pleasure from the force and width of my cock. 

"Yessss! Fuck me, Luke! Soooo good!"

I began pounding away at her and grabbing her huge boobs, slamming my long cock hard and deep until Lisa kicked my butt with her left foot and pointed to her open and empty ass. Reluctantly I pulled out of Lacy and moved over to Lisa, feeding my cock back into her hot vibrating ass. The sensations were different, it was the best of both worlds to go from Lacy's pussy to my sister's ass and then over to Mom's flooded pussy and back to Lacy. I had to pull the toy from Mom's pussy before I could get my cock in but was greeted with a very stimulating result.

Back and forth across the bed I took turns fucking each woman as much as I could. I think I managed to get Lisa off, or more likely she got her self off because she was cumming seconds after I returned to her ass for the fourth time. I was glad I had cum so much earlier because I lasted and lasted, using the time between the women to ease down a fraction before building up the pleasure again. Just before I would cum I'd pull out and move over to the next ass or pussy in the line, basking in the pleasure of each woman's body and never having as much fun in my life before.

They all felt so different, from Lacy's tight wet pussy, to the vibrating ass of my sister to the red hot and soaking wet and loose pussy of my mother. I was in heaven, it didn't get better than this.

"When you're ready to cum, stand over us and rain it down all over our bodies," Lisa said after her orgasm.

I was breathing hard by then and covered in a sheen of sweat from my labors. Mom was shaking and fucking her ass hard with the toy and playing with her clit. I wanted to fuck her to orgasm and moved out of Lisa's ass and over to Mom to experience her pussy convulse as she came. Finally, once I was back to Lacy I couldn't stand it any longer. I fought to hold it until I got her to cum as well, before I stood up over them. They gathered closer, all on their backs and cheered as the ropes of cum flew from my cock and rained down on their hot bodies as I stroked my exceptionally hard cock. I was impressed with myself by the time I was done. All of them had a good amount of semen splattered on their tits and stomachs. The excitement made me cum a lot again even after this morning's load. The pleasure was extraordinary once again, making me shake and fall over once I was done.

Then I got to watch them clean each other off with nothing but mouths, until not a drop of my semen was left on their bodies. It was out of this world hot.

"Shit, I've got to go... I promised my Mom I'd go shopping at noon with her," Lacy said, noticing the clock on the night stand.

"You better hurry, that's in a half hour," Lisa added.

We had been fucking for hours and I was sorry to see Lacy have to go.

"Do you mind if I take this home with me?" she asked, pointing to the toy still in her ass.

"No, take it and take the next bigger one too, I think you're ready," Mom said, handing her the larger plug.

Before she left she crawled over to me. I was on my back enjoying the sensations of contentment after my orgasm.

"Luke, you were amazing... I'd like to do something together... you know, outside the bedroom... Maybe a movie and dinner some time."

"Sure... absolutely," I said, pleased as could be.

"Good, Lisa has my number... I've got to run."

I watched her plug stuffed ass and tits bounce out of my parent's room thrilled beyond words.

"Looks like Lacy's going to make up for you losing your girlfriend, hey Luke?" Lisa asked.

"I hope so, and wow... what an upgrade." I said, grinning.



Summer Suspicions Ch. 06



**** The authors would like to thank carolin_ for edits****


I was dressed in the nicest casual clothes I owned, excited for my first real date with Lacy. Sure we've already fucked a few times but I was still nervous to take her out and actually have to have a conversation with her. It was going to be a lot different than just moaning and panting with pleasure, though that might happen later.

I picked her up at six and she looked unbelievable. Seemed she was just as interested in impressing me as I was her, though she really didn't have to try that hard...I was already smitten with her from high school. The clothing she wore accented her exceptional figure perfectly, showcasing her large firm breasts and bubble butt I wanted to grab the moment I saw her. 

At the door I kissed her on the cheek, held out my hand and walked her to my car. I opened the passenger side of my car and she got in. I couldn't believe I was taking out the hottest woman I knew of. My friends were going to freak out when I told them about this. I owed it all to my sister and those patches she brought home from college. If she and Mom hadn't been fucking me in my sleep for the entire summer, so far, Lisa would have never introduced my cock to Lacy and then I would have never had the opportunity to date her. I owed my sister big time.

Lacy sat in my car; neither of us spoke for the first few minutes heading to the restaurant. It was a bit awkward.

"Wow... this is kind of odd... isn't it," she said.

"Yeah, we're not used to seeing each other with clothes on," I chuckled.

She laughed, which was a good start, I thought. "Well, we're just going to have to get used to it, aren't we... so tell me about yourself, Luke... what do you like to do?" she asked.

"Besides sex?" I said but she didn't laugh this time. "Umm... well you know... the normal guy stuff... videogames, workout... movies, sports... and you?"   



"The normal girl stuff... shopping, hanging out, parties... movies are good and I like music so we have that in common," she said and I got the feeling she was really trying.

It took a while but we finally became more comfortable and didn't try and force the conversation. I already knew she was cool but it took more convincing that I was, being a couple years younger than her and just barely out of high school. She talked about college, which I hadn't started yet, she talked about parties and being able to drink legally, all the things I had yet to do but looked forward to. I felt way behind and was surprised she was even considering dating me. I'm pretty sure if it wasn't for my cock I wouldn't have had a chance in hell.

We enjoyed a really good meal at my favorite steak house, got to know each other more and then went to a comedy show that made us both laugh until it hurt. That Louie C.K. is one funny mother fucker. After the show it was late and I drove her toward her house to drop her off but when she realized I was taking her home she stopped me.

"No... don't take me home... I'm coming to your house tonight again... I have more training to do," she said, and I could tell she was slightly embarrassed.

We hadn't talked about our exploits at all during the night... just acted like a normal first date so to bring this up felt weird to both of us... like we were different people outside the bedroom than inside.

"Oh... great... Lisa didn't tell me."

"You're okay with that, right? I mean this date didn't ruin anything did it?" she asked.

"Oh no... I'm totally okay with everything, trust me."

"Good, because I'm looking forward to capping this evening off with a perfect ending."

My cock jumped on its own from the tone of her voice and I headed back to my house rather quickly.

*****

"About time you guys showed up," Lisa said when we walked in the door.

"Sorry, Louie did a few encores for us, funny as hell."

"It's fine, Mom's waiting for us in my room, Dad's been asleep for a few hours already."

Lisa took Lacy by the hand and both of them headed upstairs. I watched Lacy's ass in that short skirt all the way up the stairs before going into the kitchen and drinking half a bottle of Gatorade... I had a feeling I was going to need it.

I went to my room and changed into just a pair of boxers and knocked on Lisa's door.

"Come on in, Luke," Lisa said from the other side.

I was hit by a strong smell of vanilla, probably from a candle or something she had going in her room. What I found waiting for me was out of a Penthouse forum letter, maybe better. All three women were naked and lying on Lisa's bed surrounded by the bag of toys from my mother's room. There was already a butt plug in Lacy's ass... her training had begun without me. My cock rose faster than I've ever seen before and was fully erect before I walked across the room. I stood by the side of the bed, dropped my boxers to the ground and crawled toward my three sexy women, who welcomed me with open mouths.

I knew I didn't deserve this kind of treatment and I knew it probably would have to end someday but right then I told myself to just enjoy the moment and ride this unbelievable wave as long as I could. Laying on my back the three ladies, my mother, sister and Lacy treated my hard cock to three different but wonderful renditions of giving head. Fucking amazing. I knew most men would never get to experience this... I wasn't taking it for granted, trust me... I knew what I had and was most grateful for it.

Lacy was getting better and better each time she had the chance to suck my cock, taking me deeper than yesterday and improving on everything else as well. I think it was partly because of how comfortable she was with me now, I could tell she really got into it and focused on pleasing me. Of course Mom and Lisa were amazing and exactly what I've come to expect from both of them. Mom was still the best, the things that women could do with her mouth made it feel like I was levitating half the time. If there was a way to measure the pleasure radiating from a person I would have broken the machine. 

I had my eyes closed, trying to focus on not cumming and by not watching it helped, when I felt a new sensation... one of them had lowered their wet sex down on my cock without telling me. I opened my eyes to see my sister smiling down at me just as the last few inches disappeared into her hot little pussy.

"Oh damn... he opened his eyes too soon. We were going to see if you could guess which one of us was fucking you without looking, but you just ruined it," she said.

"Sorry... no one warned me and I was curious to see. We could still do that if you want. Maybe blind fold me and I could try and figure it out if you....."

Lisa rose up and slammed down on me. The resulting pleasure in my cock made me light headed and I didn't care about the game or anything besides my sister's sex wrapped around my hard cock. Lacy sat next to me and began rubbing my chest as Lisa picked up the pace on my cock. I reached up and fondled Lacy's large breasts and she smiled down at me. A vibrator sprang to life and I glanced over just in time to watch my mother slide the long vibrating toy into her wet pussy. She leaned back and began to thrust it in hard and fast. Lacy leaned over to my ear, taking my attention off my mother.

"I got the large plug in tonight... Your mom says I'm doing great, faster than she thought," Lacy whispered in my ear before nibbling on it.

I about shot my wad into Lisa's pussy right then and there. I'm sure you can imagine what the combination did to me and the thought of this incredible buxom blond wanting me to fuck her in the ass so much she was accelerating her training just to do it. What guy wouldn't lose his load?

"I'm going to cum..." I warned.

"No you're not!" Lisa said, quickly hopping off me but Mom beat her to it, grabbing my balls and squeezing them and somehow keeping the vibrator stuffed in her pussy.

"Okay.... okay, it's gone... let go, damn that hurts."

"Yes, but it's effective. Now settled down, Luke... maybe Lacy should not whisper in your ear anymore," Mom said, which made them all giggle.

"That's not fair... if you knew what she said you wouldn't blame me."

"Oh I'm sure we can guess," Lisa said, checking my balls before getting back up and sliding my cock back in. "Dammit, now I have to start over."

She began to rapidly rise and fall on my raging cock, bringing my pleasure back quickly but I knew better than to let myself get too close for fear of what Lisa would do. I heard the vibrator struggle and slow down as mom pressed it in deep.

"Focus, Luke, don't you dare cum until I have or I'll be forced to use a patch on you again. I know it feels good, just keep your eyes closed or on me, not on Lacy... we all know how perfect you think she is."

"Really, Lisa? You have to go and embarrass me now?" I said.

"Shhh, no talking... focus," she said rising and falling onto my cock like she was possessed and had to get off.

"It's okay, Luke, I already knew and I'll make Lisa's rudeness up to you later," Lacy said winking at me.

Lisa was like a machine, never slowing or really varying much at all; just hard steady riding of my cock while I focused on not cumming until she did. It wasn't easy, especially the closer she got. I tried to tune out her moans of pleasure and screams of delight as well as her stunning sex working my cock. Her pussy seemed to get better... wetter and hotter the closer she approached orgasm. I felt my mother's hand on my sack, ready to squeeze again just as Lisa peaked. Mom went back to her vibrator and didn't have to hurt me again, thankfully, even when Lisa's pussy began to squeeze and convulse on my cock. Lisa fell over onto me again, panting like she does and telling me how much she loves my cock.

"I'm going to have to make a mold and have a fake one made for school this fall. I'll freak out if I don't get to do this every day," she said, and I couldn't tell if she was joking or if that was a real thing or not.

She finally rolled off of me, leaving my cock drenched in her juices and throbbing, just begging for release. Mom caressed my nutsack, pulling gently on my balls until they relaxed slightly. This much attention was sure to produce a huge explosion when the girls finally let me cum. 

I rolled over, purposely letting my face fall right between Lacy's legs and began to lick her moist pussy. She giggled before laying back and running her hands through my hair.

"Oh, my... I guess we're doing this then..." she said before a long moan as my tongue spread her open to find her little clit buried among her soft folds.

She tasted delightful and smelled even better. She must have sprayed her body down for our date, some kind of citrus body spray. The plug in her ass fit nicely on my chin and as I ate her I pushed my chin into the plug, forcing it deeper into her ass. She seemed to like it and pulled me further in with her hands until my face was buried in her sex, making me breathe through my nose as best I could.

"Fuck yes! That feels so amazing, eat my pussy good!" she hollered.  

I flicked her clit as fast as I could, sucked it and even nibbled on it with my teeth, making her squiggle and squirm from the intense sensation. When she pulled away I took the opportunity to go lower, using my teeth to bite the plug end cap and slowly pull it out to widen her hole again. She moaned as the plug stretched her wide, the large plug was much bigger and I was surprised Mom and Lisa had gotten it in. I was really pulling hard on it with my mouth and watching her flesh turn white as the large blue plug slowly begin to ease out. Just before her ass gave way and it popped out I let go and watched it plunge back into her perfect ass. Smiling, I went back to eating her pussy and pressing on the plug. She was really wet now.

"Please fuck me, Luke... I need you inside me!" she said, panting and trying to pull me up by my head.

Coming up off of her, I wiped my chin before licking up her flat stomach to feast on her huge tits, teasing her just a little longer.

"You better put that thing in before she screams," Lisa said watching the whole thing.

I laughed silently but obeyed my sister and eased my cock over the plug into Lacy's tight pussy. She came instantly, racking my back with her nails and trying to squeeze the life out of me with her legs. Just the act of entering her took her over her limits and she began to climax. Everything that was going on down there with the plug, eating her and finally my long wide cock had culminated into a rapid climax that took us all by surprise. Lacy most of all.

"Ohhhhhh............. FUCK! I'm cumming!" she screamed.

It was so loud all three of us shushed her so she wouldn't wake up my dad. She hardly heard us and scarcely quieted down with more screams as I withdrew my cock from her clenched sex. This only made it worse because the pleasure seemed to get better. Lisa finally put a pillow over her head and she screamed into it.

"Damn, that date must have worked her up before hand or something, Luke... she's totally gone," Lisa said.

"It's the plug in her ass... I think she's ready." Mom said, which caused my heart to skip a beat and my cock to jump.

Lacy came and came as I slowly pressed in and pulled out. Her nipples were rock hard and her breasts vibrated as she came and screamed into the pillow. This girl really knew how to let go. I kept hearing my mother's statement in my head and wondered if I was going to get to fuck Lacy's ass tonight or at least try. The thought enhanced the sensations in my cock and I was soon ready to blow again, with Lacy's plug stuffed ass making her pussy even tighter around my cock.

"Shit, that sucks.... I have to work so hard to cum like that and she did it in a few seconds," Lisa said.

"It's all about the excitement and build up... you're getting used to your brother, she still hasn't. I bet you cum just as fast when you come home for Christmas break."

"Yeah, most likely you're right, maybe I should take a few days away from, Luke instead of every night."

I just smiled to myself and continued to fuck the perfect blond beneath me as her orgasm continued long after we all expected it.

When I saw and felt Lacy coming down I pulled out and moved over to the one lady I hadn't fucked yet, my mother. She had the vibrator stuffed as far in as she could with the appendage branching off the shaft onto her clit. Her eyes were closed, in her own world, and not expecting me.

"Hey, Mom... got room in there for me?" I asked.

Her eyes opened and she smiled up at me. "Maybe... if you can't fit I know where you can."

She pulled the toy slightly out and then up toward her clit, making a small gap at the bottom of her sex. I really doubted my cock would fit in with the toy already there but it was worth a try. When my head came in contact with the toy and her wet pussy the vibrations caressed my cock, sending waves through the shaft into my body. I pressed slowly forward, feeling the rigid toy on the top of my head and her soft body on the bottom. It was so tight and kind of hurt the tip so I pushed my cock down to miss the toy and open her more fully. It worked and I was able to sneak my head into her pussy under the vibrating toy.

"Hold on, Son... that's really tight... give me a minute."

I stopped, kneeling beneath my mother with just the head of my cock in her stuffed pussy.

"What's he doing?" I heard Lacy asked behind me.

"Apparently trying to stick his cock in her vagina with the toy already in there," Lisa responded.

"Really? There's no way they'll both fit."

"Knowing Mom they will... she's had two kids remember."

"Oh... right...but still?"

Deep vibrations tickled my cock as I waited for my mother to adjust to my cock under the toy. She was grinding the toy into her clit and playing with her large breasts with her free hand. Slowly she began to move the toy in and out and side to side to stretch her pussy out until I was able to move more of my cock inside of her. My shaft was much more rigid than my head and this caused a lot more friction. The hard shaft of the toy was a little uncomfortable as mom slid it in and out over my cock but it also spread her juices around better. My heart was beating pretty fast, it was tighter than anything I've felt before and with the added vibrations it was a very new sensation.

"Nope, it's just too much, Luke... just go in the other hole, I don't want to hurt myself."

I pulled out and used the creamy secretions on my cock to easily press my engorged head into my mother's ass. Hot bliss spread over my rod and it was instantly better than what we were trying. Mom let out a long loud moan and I knew it was better for her as well. She began fucking her pussy with the toy fast and deep and I was only making my first descent into her. The vibrations were still strong and the results were amazing.

"Told you it wouldn't fit," Lacy said.

"Well, not this time but I bet she could have done it," Lisa responded.

I ignored them and pulled out only to slam my cock back into my mother's bowels hard and fast, shaking her large tits around on her chest. I started getting into a good rhythm, loving the sensations rushing through my body and excited to finally cum deep in my mother's ass when a knock sounded on Lisa's bedroom door.

"Lisa? Everything okay in there? I heard someone scream," my father's voice said.

I froze, turning toward the door and watched the doorknob begin to turn. Acting fast I pulled out of my mother and jumped off the bed and darted butt naked into her closet. 

"Don't come in, Dad, everything's fine we were just laughing," Lisa responded.

"Didn't sound like.... Anyway is your mother in there? She's not in our room."

I watched my mother get up off the bed after stopping the vibrator and put on her robe. I could tell she was perturbed and didn't want to leave.

"Yes, Frank... They woke me up before you and I just came to tell them to settle down so they didn't wake you," she said walking to the door.

Mom opened it and left with my father back to their room. Hopefully she'll get what she needs from him, because she had yet to cum and was really into my cock and the toy together. Once they were gone I exited the closet and walked back over to the two women.

"That was close," I said.

"Yeah, thanks to Lacy's orgasm we almost got busted," Lisa said, giggling.

"Sorry... I kind of got carried away, but man it was so sudden and so good I just screamed and couldn't stop."

My cock was still hard since I had yet to cum even after fucking all three of them. Their eyes drifted down to it while I stood next to the bed and both of them got mischievous looks on their faces.

"I think someone needs some relief, finally. What do you think, Lacy?" Lisa asked.

"Oh, absolutely, poor Luke hasn't cum yet," she giggled.

Both of them crawled toward me as sexy as hell, licking their lips or biting them. They sat on the edge of the bed and I moved forward. Lisa reached out first and took hold of my raging cock and began to slide her hand up and down the shaft in the left over juice from mom. She leaned over and took me in her mouth, sucking hard and taking me deep before releasing me.

"How bad do you want to cum, Luke? What are you willing to do to get off?" she asked keeping hold of my cock as Lacy reached for it as well.

"Bad... really bad, I'll do anything you want."

"Anything? Are you sure?"

I hesitated, not knowing what she had in mind. "I guess, anything... why?" I asked.

Lisa leaned back and picked up the large vibrator that mom was using and turned it back on. She held it on the shaft of my cock while Lacy stoked it, driving me crazy. Lisa moved the toy down to my tight nut sack and vibrated my balls, running the toy between my legs before pressing it up toward my body, sliding it on the skin between my balls and anus. It felt really good and the slow stroking of Lacy was heavenly.




Summer Suspicions Ch. 06



"Are you willing to take this vibrator in your ass, Luke... it might make you cum."

The thing was big, wide and long and I really didn't want anything remotely that size in my ass. I hesitated again not answering.

"You like my fingers on your prostate... this will be even better," Lisa said forcefully grinding the shaft of the toy between my legs, sending deep vibrations into my body.

"It's too big, I'm not the one in training," I said looking at Lacy.

"Don't even want to try?" Lisa pushed.

"Not really."

"Too bad... I guess you don't want to cum then," Lisa said, stopping Lacy from touching me anymore.

"Oh come on... that's not cool!" I complained.

"Sorry... if you're not going to participate we aren't going to either. Right, Lacy?" Lisa asked.

I was pleased to see Lacy hesitate and almost go against my sister until she gave her a nasty look, which made Lacy take her side. My sister had a strong personality if you couldn't tell already. I knew from growing up with her that she would stick to her guns and not back down. That gave me two choices. Let them put that toy in my ass or leave and finish myself off in my room. The drawback to leaving was obvious... I had two naked and hot women willing to do anything sitting before me, especially Lacy. Just seeing her on the edge of the bed, those tits and body were unreal. I didn't want to leave, no way but I didn't really want a eight inch long and wide toy up my ass either. I decided to see how serious Lisa was about not participating.

"Fine... I'll toss off in my room... later," I said turning to leave.

I picked up my boxers and began to open the door when I heard Lacy whispering to my sister. Just as I was stepping out and closing the door Lisa called my name.

"Luke wait... We can't have you waste it tossing off so... fine, come back... we won't make you use the toy."

The grin on my face was huge but it disappeared as I turned back to the ladies. Kicking off my boxers I joined them on the bed, my cock hadn't remotely settled down. Lacy was the first to reach for it, grabbing the middle of my shaft and cupping my nuts.

"Now, let's see what we can do for you," she said, winking at me with the eye away from Lisa so she didn't see.

When she began to stroke, pressing her thumb firmly on the underside of my shaft and moving it upward, the pleasure radiated through me. There is just something about taking a small break and then when you engage again the sensation is more intense and grabs you. Lacy removed her hand from my balls and palmed my oozing head, sending a new sensation that superseded the stroking. She spun her palm around my head hard, curling my toes and using all the pre cum until it dried out.

"I have an idea," Lisa said suddenly. "Why don't you tit fuck her and finished between her boobs. We all know they're big enough."

"Sounds awesome... what do you think, Lacy?" I asked.

"Sure... I've never tried that before, but okay," she said letting go of me and lying down on her back.

"We'll need some lotion," Lisa said, hopping off the bed and going to her dresser.

She returned with a bottle and proceeded to squirt a few shots of lotion between Lacy's huge tits. I moved forward, threw my leg over her hot little body and straddled her. Scooting forward I rested my balls just below her jugs and pressed my cock down between her perfect breasts.

"So how does this work... do I hold them together or what?" Lacy asked.

"Yeah, squeeze them on his cock and lace your fingers over it as well, it will hold him in," Lisa said.

The lotion was already warming up and I felt gooey on my cock when Lacy pressed her orbs together around my shaft. I didn't need to be told to move and began sliding my hard shaft between the most perfect breasts ever. My heart was racing again because of the new experience and I was quickly seized by the pleasure radiating from my breasts covered cock.

"How does it feel, Luke?" Lisa asked.

"Amazing... it's really stimulating."

"What's it like for you, Lacy."

"Okay... kind of fun."

"With the way his head pokes out to your neck he's going to cum all over your face."

"Yeah, I noticed that."

"Is that a problem?" I asked, feeling the cum boiling in my balls and begging to be released.

"No... I guess not, just watch the eyes."

"I'll try... I'm almost ready," I said rhythmically rocking my cock between her tits.

Lisa was engrossed, watching me tit fuck her friend and a better visual I couldn't think of at the moment. It was quite the sight watching my cock slide under Lacy's hands, between her breasts and poke out toward her chin, the head of my cock touching the hollow between her collar bones. I was ready, the stimulation was incredible and my cock was ready to blow. A few more thrusts and I tightened, to hold in the pleasure for a split second longer. Clear pre-cum seeped out before I released my muscles, combining with the lotion and making it even more slippery. Finally I couldn't hold it any longer.

"I'm cumming!" I voiced and let loose, just as my cock moved forward into the open. My first burst sprayed like a geyser, hitting Lacy's chin and rushing around both sides of her face. She jerked on instinct and surprise and pressed her tits together harder as my cock shot another blast. I knew it was going to be a large load, and I hadn't stopped moving between her breasts so some of the shots got caught between her orbs, covering her chest and my cock with hot gooey cum. Other bursts continued to hit her chin and run down her neck as my cock continued to gush forth.

Lisa cheered and giggled watching me buck and cum so much and rooted me on all the way through my orgasm. When I finally eased down and stopped sliding, Lisa quickly got off the bed and came back with a towel to clean off Lacy. I was hoping she would eat it off he tits but with all the lotion it kind of ruined it.

"That was amazing... felt so good." I said, breathing hard.

"Yeah, you really came a lot," Lisa said... "You have it bad for her big boobs."

"Guilty."

"I'm flattered, but they're just boobs," Lacy said now cleaned off.

"Yep, just perfect, gorgeous, wonderful boobs," I said, grinning down at her.

"Okay, enough you two... it's really late let's call it a night."

"Alright... I'll see you guys tomorrow," I said hopping off the bed and intending to leave.

"Hey! Where's my end of the date kiss?" Lacy asked, trying not to laugh.

"Oh, sorry," I said turning around

I leaned down over her and kissed her... it lingered, got hot and wet before I broke it. I stared at her for a second, looking into her eyes and felt elated.

Looking at Lisa I asked, "Do you want one too?"

"Umm... no... I'm good, little brother... sleep good."

"Okay, you sure?"

"I'm sure."

My legs were weak as I walked to my room. My life was perfect. I was out like a light the minute my head hit the pillow.



Summer Suspicions Ch. 07



**The authors would like to thank carolin_ for her time in editing**



Summers normally go fast but this one flew like no other I've ever known. Before I knew it there was only a week left before Lisa went back to nursing school and I started community college since it was much cheaper than the university. I figured I'd get some generals done, maybe get an associates and then transfer up to the big school. Lacy was nearby, which was another reason I didn't want to leave home for school very fast.

To say we've hit it off would be an understatement. I'm not just talking the sex; we've become a full-fledged couple in the last few weeks of summer. She even calls me her boyfriend and isn't ashamed to introduce me to her other friends as such. We hang out constantly and Lisa and my mother are less likely to be present when we have sex. The one on one time is ridiculously hot. I can devote all my attention and energy on her, worshiping her incredible body with no distractions.

I'm sure you're wondering if the anal thing has happened yet and whether or not I've taken her anal virginity. Well... not quite yet but I have been helping her train. She's graduated to the largest butt plug and beyond. I wanted to try this morning when we were alone but she wouldn't let me since she promised Lisa she would let her witness the big event. It was all I could do not to slide lower and ease my rock hard cock into her tight butt. I know she's ready for it and I can scarcely wait.

This would have been a perfect time. Lacy was way into it. I don't think I've seen her so wet before. My cock was coated in thick white juice from her body. So much that a good amount had puddled around her asshole and would have made the perfect lube. When I pulled my dick from her drenched sex after her second orgasm I noticed the amount of secretions on my cock and her body. Without thinking or asking her, I lowered my cock and began to press into her butt but she immediately stopped me.

"Luke! No! I promised Lisa she could see you do that. I can't not let her after all the help she's been."

I froze, half of my bulbous head was inside of her, I could feel the heat and tight splendor wrapped around my tip and so wanted to press in further. I was all I could do to keep myself under control.

"But... it's perfect right now. She'll never know. We can act like we haven't' done it yet."

"I'll know and I just can't do that to her. Just wait a little longer, okay, Babe?"

"Fine, I guess I can," I said, pulling back and feeding my cock higher into her wide open sex.

She was on her back with her legs up over her head. Her incredible round breasts defying gravity and giggling on her chest. I still hadn't gotten used to doing her and seeing her naked. I expected to wake up from a dream most the time when we're having sex. She's just that hot.

"Mmm, I like when you leave and enter again... It's like starting again and your width takes my breath away."

"I know, it's really good. Are you excited to try anal with me. I think you're good and ready for sure."

"I am... and I think so too. Even as wide as you are, I think all the practice will pay off."

I smiled down at her, reached forward and grabbed more than a handful of her firm breasts and slammed my dick into her over and over.

"That's it, Babe, fuck me... give me that cock.... Yeah... keep that up... I want you to cum."

The breast I didn't have ahold of was rolling around in a large circle as I pounded my new girlfriend with everything I had. She was so wet and slippery it took a while even as hard as I was going to town on her. I think she was ovulating or something because in the couple weeks we've been doing each other she had never been this wet before. The longer I pounded the more I wanted to pull out and take her tight ass. The thought would not leave my head; I wanted her ass so bad.

"Oh... my...... oh... Luke... I'm going to cum again!" she screamed from my efforts several minutes later.

The thought of getting her to cum and while she was climaxing to enter her ass when she couldn't talk to stop me, crossed my mind. I almost did it as she tightened up and began to shake and shudder on my dick. Somehow she became even wetter and her convulsing pussy clenched, making my pleasure suddenly arrive. I still wanted to pull out and do anal but sensibility won out. Yes I wanted anal but I didn't want to piss her off either. I could wait... just a few more days.

I disregarded the urge to have her ass and focused on my pleasure, which was quickly peaking as she was cumming. I renewed my effort, pushing her legs over her head further and increasing the friction on my cock, until the point of my own orgasm was less than a second away. Clenching my muscles, I held my load in, basking in the intense sensations for a moment more. I pulled back far, letting my cock flip out of her drenched sex and without touching it I erupted onto her stomach, shooting all the way to her quivering breasts. I let my cock shoot twice before I took my left hand off her leg and stroked myself through to completion. My cock was just covered in her thick juices and it was so slippery I couldn't really grab hold of it like I normally do. Instead I just used the juices to slide my hand up and down the shaft. I dropped a large load onto her body and I think she was still cumming even after I had finished. Sometimes girls have all the fun with such long climaxes it puts mine to shame and this was her third.

When she opened her eyes and focused she looked down at the mess I made on her body and smiled.

"You know, you could have cum inside... I told you I was on birth control."

"I know," I smiled.

"You just like to cum on me... and I guess it's easier to clean up, but sometimes I like when you go inside."

"I will next time."

"Next time you'll probably be in my ass. Tomorrow starts the last week of summer. Lisa goes back to school so it's this week or never to try and see if all this 'training' has paid off."

"Oh don't worry, I know and I can hardly wait." I said, lifting her left leg so I could fall next to her.

I propped myself on my elbow and watched her nipples rise as the semen on her body began to chill. She was amazingly hot covered in my load. I wanted to take a picture to have the image I was seeing last forever.

"Do you mind grabbing the towel, I can't move," she said, getting my attention.

"Sure," I said rolling over to find it. I first wiped my hand and penis off, folding the towel over before rising up and cleaning her off myself.

"Thanks," she said once I had finished cleaning her incredible body of all my semen.

"You were really creamy today, crazy wet."

"Yeah, that happens every month. Does it bug you?"

"Not at all, it felt great."

"It sure did. You made me cum three times. You're amazing in bed, Luke... I'm so glad Lisa introduced me to you."

I started laughing because it struck me funny.

"Well okay, not really introduced... more like shared your cock with me when we thought you were out cold."

"Yeah... that's more like it. But I have to say I'm very glad she did as well. You're amazing."

"Thanks, you're sweet but I'm going to have to get you to go. My mom should be home soon and she won't like the idea of you here alone with me."

"You should really think about moving out."

"I know, it's just she doesn't charge rent and schools expensive. Maybe after I'm finished I'll move out then."

I reluctantly rolled out of bed. Found my clothing and dressed. Turning I admired her naked body one final time, leaned over and kissed her goodbye.

"I'll call you," I said.

"You better. We need to plan when we're getting together with Lisa to do this anal thing. Talk to her when you get home and let me know."

"I will."

With one final lingering kiss I forced myself to leave. I passed her mother's car as I headed home.

*****

When I got home my dad's car was gone. This was strange on a Sunday afternoon. Inside I found Lisa reading something on her phone. She looked flushed and jumped when I spoke to her. 

"Hey, where's Mom and Dad," I asked.

"Dad took her to that movie she's been dying to see."

"Why didn't you go?"

"Didn't want to see it."

"Oh... okay."

"And how is Lacy doing?"

"She's wonderful," I said, smiling big.

"I'll bet... getting some sex in when her mom's working."

"Odd hours, yes but we work with what we get."

"Is she ready?"

"For what?" I asked.

"You know what! Don't give me that," Lisa said, setting her phone down.

I couldn't stop smiling... "I think she is, and she's excited. She wanted me to ask you when we could get together before you leave."

"Anytime, I could have her sleep over again then Mom could join us. I'm sure she'll want to."

"For sure. You should call her and plan it then," I said leaving the room and heading upstairs.

"Hey, Luke... hold on," she called after me.

I turned around and headed back to her.

"I was thinking, since Mom and Dad are gone, maybe you and I could... well you know... before I go... just the two of us."

"Umm... I don't know, Sis... what about Lacy... she's my girlfriend now... that'd be kind of like cheating."

"Cheating! I'm your sister it's just sex and anyway you two owe your relationship to me."

"True... but I still think we shouldn't unless she's here."

"What if I call her and ask her if it's okay... this books got me all kinds of turned on," she said motioning to her phone.

"Well, okay. Call her... I can't wait to hear this conversation. Hey, Lacy... do you mind if I fuck your boyfriend who's actually my brother before I go back to school."

"That's exactly what I'm going to say," Lisa said, dialing the number.

"Sure you are."

"Hey, Lacy... it's me... I was just calling to ask you if I could fuck your boyfriend, my brother... one more time before I leave for school," Lisa said over the phone.

Then she put it on speaker for me to hear Lacy's response.

"Sure, he'll probably last a long time after the load he just shot on me," I heard Lacy's voice say.

I shook my head, but shouldn't have been surprised about these two.

"Cool, he made me call, I guess he was worried you might get mad or something."

"Oh, he's such a sweetie. Tell him hi for me and do him right."

"Okay I will... oh and check your schedule for a night you can stay over this week. We have some unfinished business with you and your butt."

"That's right... okay I'll let you know. See ya," Lacy said and hung up.

"And you were worried," Lisa said, grinning at me as the call ended.

"Wow, that was... wow I don't know what to say to that conversation."

"You loved it. So are you good... will you fuck me now?"

"Umm... sure... where?" I asked meaning a room in the house.

"Well, I was thinking in both holes if that's okay," she said.

"Not what I meant but okay."

"I know, silly, I was messing with you. My room. Let's go."

She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me up the stairs to her room. She immediately began pulling her clothing off and tossing them around the room until she was butt naked before me. It had probably only been a week since I did her last but that was with Mom and Lacy along for the ride. The last time I did Lisa alone was when she was drugged unconscious by her own patches. I still hadn't told her about that. Didn't think it mattered now. My dick sprung new life as I watched her strip. Her body was totally different than Lacy's but she was still plenty hot and nice to look at.

"What's the hold up?" she said seeing me still fully dressed.

"Sorry. I was just watching you."

"Well, hurry up we don't have very long until the movies over."

I guess I wasn't going fast enough because she soon came across the room and helped me finish, yanking my pants down along with my underwear, only to drop to her knees and start sucking my rapidly growing dick.

"Wow, you're really horny," I said as she sucked me deep.

She only moaned a reply and began to bob and spin on my now fully hard cock. Pleasure rushed through my shaft, spreading throughout my body as my sister treated me to her famous blowjob she learned from my mother. Her hands clawed my ass and soon my cock and balls were covered in her saliva. I watched from above her dark hair bob up and down and twist on my tool, sending the thrill of pleasure through me.

"Dang, that must have been some book?"

This made her take me out so she could speak, "Yeah, its erotica I found for cheap... but man it really gets me going. Nasty stuff, real hardcore."

"Obviously", I said as my toes curled when she sucked me deep and hard again.

She only sucked me for a few more minutes before standing up and pulling me over to the bed. When her legs hit she fell backwards on it and pulled me on top of her. I landed with my hands on her breasts, fondling both with my dick wedged between our bodies. She scooted up under me, positioning my dick where she wanted it so I could just thrust forward into her. She obviously was hot and ready and didn't need any more encouragement. 

We both moaned as I rushed into her wet sex. Hot slippery bliss covered my shaft and enveloped my head with one lunge. Her nails scratched at my back, down to my ass where she grabbed hold of my cheeks and pulled me roughly into her again.

"Ahhh, yes! Give it to me, Luke!"

I reminded myself to ask her what the book title was because she was crazy wet and hot. She kept a firm grip on my ass, just pushing me away and yanking me hard back into her. Even the expression on her face was intense; her eyes were scrunched making small lines across the bridge of her nose with her bottom lip between her teeth. She really wanted it and bad. Good thing I had cum less than an hour ago because I could tell I was going to need all the staying power I could muster. When Lisa's like this you don't want to disappoint her.

She didn't let up, holding tightly to my body and pushing and pulling me like she had to climax like her life depended on it. I'm sure it wasn't easy and she started breathing heavier and faster the longer she used my body like her own personal toy. I don't know what it is about her but it seemed like she had to work a lot harder than Lacy or even Mom to achieve an orgasm.

By the time she finally climaxed it had taken so much out of her she felt limp and exhausted after the convulsions that shook her frame and squeezed my cock. She was so out of it after it reminded me of when I had fucked her unconscious. She was no longer participating, just limp but breathing heavy. I slowed the thrusts, back to a manageable rhythm and enjoyed the sensations of her sex clinging to my shaft as I pressed in and pulled out.

It took her a good five minutes before she became an active participant again, reaching up and caressing my chest at first. She pinched my small nipples which sent a surprising sensation through my body and intensified the pleasure in my dick.

"Do you like that?" she asked, raising her other hand to do the same to the other.

"Actually, yeah, it feels good."

She used her long nails and trapped my nipples between thumb and middle finger, leaving nail marks on my flesh but a strong satisfying rush of pleasure through my body.

"You have the same nerve endings in them as us girls do, so it's not that surprising," she added.

Man it was really doing something to me. My cock jumped and the pleasure grew each time she pinched, raising my balls tight against my body. I thought I might cum if she kept it up but I didn't get the chance. Suddenly she let go and rolled me over to go on top, her energy had returned.

"So tell me... how many times did Lacy climax this morning before you came?" she asked, rising on her feet to ride me.

"Three... by the time it was my turn I really had a load for her."

"That's what she said... too bad we don't have the same amount of time."

"When is this movie over?" I asked, basking in the ride she was giving my cock.

"It started at 12:30 and is around two hours."

I looked at the clock on her nightstand, "So we only have around thirty minutes 'til it ends and fifteen after that and their home."

"Yep, and I want to cum one more time."

Her hands went to her own nipples, pulling them away from her breasts and twisting them until it looked painful. They stood off her round perky flesh red and engorged when she suddenly let them go, only to palm them with her hands. She picked up the pace, using her legs to squat down and rise up off of me, doing all the work again.

She was soon covered in a light sheen of sweat and breathing hard again. Her eyes were closed and she was riding me with her orgasmic purpose clearly written on her face again. She almost looked angry or in pain she was trying so hard to climax. The way she bent and rode my cock was amazing, like no other woman before or since, so determined in her goal.

I watched the clock, time was passing fast and still Lisa hadn't cum a second time. I feared if I interrupted I'd break her rhythm and ruin all the effort she had put in. I just laid there, letting my sister ride me as fast and as hard as she wanted, not saying a word. Her hands alternated between her breasts and clit, sometimes one on each. Her balance was impressive as was her endurance.

The movie was over for sure... Mom and Dad would be home any time now unless they decided to get lunch or do something else. I was hoping so because I didn't want to have to stop Lisa. She seemed to be getting closer, bending my cock in the same spot for about five minutes and focusing on her clitoris.

Five more minutes and she had achieved climax and it looked and felt like an amazing one. Her internal muscles were extremely strong, just clenching my cock as she erupted in a mind shattering orgasm that left her utterly spent and exhausted. She fell onto me, panting in the familiar way she normally does after ridding me like this. I wanted to cum, I wanted to finish now as well and didn't know how much time I had because the parents should have been home by now. Rolling her over, I stood up off the bed, lifted her legs and reentered her, slamming my cock in her juicy sex.

"Ass... you don't have time to mess around," I heard her whisper; almost so quiet I didn't hear.

She was right though. I had to hurry. Her body accepted my wide and long cock into her ass easily and I began to pump fast very soon after the initial tightness lessened. The pleasure grew quickly but still I was a ways off before I climaxed when I heard my parents enter the house. Mom wouldn't care but if Dad caught us it could be disastrous.

"You better hurry!" she said as loud as she dared.

"Pinch my nipples again," I said, needing a little bit more.

I leaned over and she grabbed both of them, pinching hard as I thrust into her tight ass. She kept pinching and twisting them until I exploded deep inside of her with a well-earned and powerful orgasm that shook me to my core. The nipple play had really added to the end explosion, making me rock on my heels and shake under the barrage of contractions, sending my load deep inside of her. Looking down I watched my cock flex and contract, expanding with each shot of semen, with Lisa's ass firmly gripping my shaft.

"You did it," she asked.

I shook a few more times and looked down at her. "Yeah."

"Good, get dressed quick or we're going to get busted."

"Mom won't mind and how often does Dad come in your room?" I asked pulling away from her slowly so my dick eased out of her.

Just as I finished a knock sounded on Lisa's door. "Lisa? You awake?" my father's voice asked.

"Shit!" we both mouthed to each other.

I scrambled for my clothing and quickly hid in Lisa's closet as the doorknob turned. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lisa struggling to get under her covers, still naked. I heard the door open.




Summer Suspicions Ch. 07



"Did I wake you?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, I must have crashed," Lisa said in a groggy voice.

"Have you seen Luke? Or is he with Lacy still?"

"Haven't seen him... so I'm guessing he is with her."

"His car is outside, though."

"Umm... they could be in Lacy's car?" Lisa covered.

"Yeah, maybe... okay, don't sleep all day," Dad said closing the door.

"Fuck, that was too close," I said, stepping out of her closet after Dad's foot fall dwindled.

"No shit... I wonder why he wants you."

"I don't know and now what do I do. I can't just show up in the house, he's probably checked everywhere."

"You'll have to sneak out somehow, act like you're coming back from a run. Something, just get out of here," she said.

"Love you too," I said, dressing as fast as I could.

As I was checking the hallway Lisa walked up to me naked. "Thanks for the sex, it was very enjoyable."

"You're welcome," I said, kissing the top of her head before sneaking to my room.

I threw on some running shorts and a tank. I was already sweating from the effort put in with Lisa so it almost looked like I had been running. I enhanced the effect with a water bottle I left in my room. The trick was now to get outside and come in without being seen. I checked the hall again and it looked clear but as I stepped out Mom caught me.

"Your father is looking for you... were you in Lisa's room?" she asked.

"Yes," I whispered... "We were... you know."

"Figured... well I'll distract him while you get outside."

"Thanks, Mom... I owe you."

"I'll figure out a way for you to pay me back... maybe tonight."

"Cool," I said and snuck down the stairs as my mother went the other way to keep Dad busy.

*****

Dad remained in the dark as far as I could tell. He didn't seem any different at dinner or that he had a clue what the rest of us had been doing all summer long. The reason he was looking for me was to ask me if I wanted to see a new movie with him. I guess my mother didn't want to see it; one of those violent action films. I told him sure.

As the evening progressed I called Lacy and talked with her on the phone but we decided not to get together but she did finalize the sleepover with Lisa. It was going to be on Thursday night. Four more long days before I got the chance to try anal with her, it seemed like forever. I didn't know if I could have sex with her and not try before then. It was going to be difficult. She told me her mother was changing her work schedule so our little morning romps weren't going to happen anymore. Now it had changed to the day shift which would make it easier. I was excited, and found out when her mother left for work now so I could come over then.

When I got off the phone Mom was waiting for me.

"Lacy?" she asked.

"Yep."

"You two are doing well."

"Yes we are. It's so cool."

"Good for you. I've decided how you can pay me back for earlier," she said.

"Okay... what did you have in mind?"

"Since you and Lisa got some alone time I want the same... tonight after your father's asleep you and I are going to have some fun."

"Sounds great, you'll have to tell Lisa though."

"She already knows, she won't bother us."

"I look forward to it, Mom."

"Me too."

She smacked my butt as I turned to go. I shook my head and headed up to my room. I had no idea when she would actually visit me and just fiddled in my room on my computer, checking emails and surfing the internet.

Lacy must have seen that I was online and messaged me. We started a video chat with our webcams.

"Hey, babe. What are you doing?" she asked as her beautiful face appeared on my screen.

"Well... I'm actually waiting for my mother to sneak in here," I said, wondering what she would think.

"Oh... is Lisa already there then?"

"No... Mom wants some one-on-one time since Lisa got it earlier as you know."

"Oh. Cool."

"Yeah, I guess."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, it's just strange you know and for you to be cool about it... I just sometimes can't believe it."

"You say that a lot. You should just believe and enjoy it."

"Yeah, okay."

"Do you wish I was there as well?"

"Totally, I can't wait 'til Thursday."

"Me either, it's going to be so hot."

"Big time."

"Hey I got an idea. Turn your camera on your bed and I'll watch you and your mom tonight when she shows up."

"Serious?"

"Sure, I'll play while you fuck her. Just turn off your monitor so she can't see me, not that she'd probably care."

"Okay, I'll do it. When she comes in I'll flip it off and turn the camera to the bed for you."

"Can't wait, oh... you better turn your speakers off too so she can't hear me... I might get pretty loud," Lacy said before giggling.

"Damn, you are the perfect woman."

We continued to chat about lots of different things and it kept getting later and later. I started getting the impression Mom wasn't going to show. Maybe she got busy with Dad and didn't need me anymore.

"It's late?" Lacy suddenly said.

"I know, this might not happen."

"Bummer... I was kinda looking forward to watching you in action."

"Yeah, well... Dad probably did my job for me."

As I said that I heard footsteps outside my door and a gentle knock.

"She's here... I'll talk to you after," I quickly said and turned off my monitor and speakers.

Mom opened the door a second later and walked in with her light robe on.

"Sorry it's so late... your Father was watching TV."

"TV? I thought you were getting some."

"Well... we did that too, but it didn't last very long," she said.

She immediately dropped her robe and walked toward the bed and sat down on it. As she passed I smiled at the camera and turned it toward the bed without Mom seeing. She looked good, with a much fuller body than her daughter. Her age and having two kids seemed to have widened her hips and put more mass on her but she kept herself in relatively good shape. I could see Lisa looking just like her in twenty years.

"So you need me to finish you off?" I asked.

"Please... he spent so much time watching his show and five minutes with me. I didn't get to climax; he did and then fell asleep."

"I'm sure we can rectify that," I said standing and removing my clothes.

She laid back and I climbed onto her as my cock rose quickly. I was going to just go for it but she took hold of my head and gently pushed me down to her sex. Her pussy was wet and flushed and my mind went instantly to the thought of my father pounding away and probably cumming inside of her. I hesitated but Mom pushed me down until my face was pressed on her. I think she was enjoying the fact I was eating her after my father had just fucked her. I tasted my father strongly. He had definitely shot his load into her. It wasn't terrible and the more I licked and added my saliva to her clit and lips the taste went away.

She kept her hands on my head, working her fingers through my hair and holding me tightly onto her sex. The faster I played the tighter her fingers clung to my hair and the wetter she became. My spit, her secretions and even some of my father ran out of her and over her tight sphincter, dripping onto my bed.

"Yes... yes... that's it Luke... I'm almost there!" she said, keeping her voice low.

Suddenly her body tightened up and her hands fell from my head as the pleasure climaxed from my oral talent. She'd cum quickly, I could tell she had been anticipating it and probably a little frustrated my Dad had fallen asleep on her. She shook, whimpering on my bed as I tried to maintain contact with her clitoris amid her convulsions.

"Mmm, wow, Luke you're good at that... must be getting lots of practice with Lacy."

"Yeah, a bit," I said raising my face off of her. From my nose down to my chin I was covered in her juices and I wiped it off with my hand.

She started getting up as if she was done and going to leave.

"Thank you, Son... I should let you sleep now it's really late."

"What? You're going to just leave me like this?" I asked glancing down at my raging hardon.

"You owed me, remember?" she asked.

"Well... yeah but."

"You'll be fine, save it for Lacy," she said putting her robe on and leaving my room as I stood there shocked.

It took me a few minutes to remember Lacy was watching and listening. I went over to the computer and turned the monitor and speakers back on. As soon as I did I heard her laughing.

"Can you believe that?" I asked.

"That's funny shit. She got what she wanted and left," Lacy said, giggling again.

"Yeah and left me all hot and bothered."

"Oh my poor baby, are you going to get blue balls if you don't cum," she said, mocking me further.

"Yeah, really funny to you."

"I'll tell you what, I'll put on a little show for you and you can help yourself out while you watch. How's that sound?"

"Really good, actually."

She smiled big into the camera and backed away from it, unbuttoning her pajama top she was wearing. She teased me by leaving the shirt on but unbuttoned so I could only see her cleavage as the material drabbed down across both breasts. Her hand slipped between, finding her left breast, cupping it just out of my view. She moaned, I could tell she was pinching her nipple but couldn't quite see it. She leaned back in her chair and brought her other hand to her body, sliding it down her sexy stomach and under her pajama bottoms.

I grabbed my hard oozing cock and began to stroke as she started masturbating in her chair and playing with her luscious breasts. I could see her hand working her sex and clit under her pajamas and when her top fell to the right side I finally got to see a single breast in full view as she pinched her other. Her nipple was erect and the visual caused a giant spike in my arousal. My hand sped up automatically on my dick, soon coming in contact with my running pre-cum.

"Mmm, feels so nice... I'm so wet I wish you were here," she said moving her hand from her breast down to join the other.

With both hands, she started grinding on her sex. Her top fell off her shoulders and I could see both of her wonderful boobs, stimulated and heaving as she pleasured herself for me. Her hands, grinding on her sex, made her arms press her boobs together and man what a sight. Good hell it was hot and I was really close to cumming watching my hot girlfriend put on a webcast for me. She started moaning and rocking back and forth in her chair with her eyes closed, just going to town on her pussy with both hands. My pleasure was rapidly growing; I was seconds away from my climax but wanted to cum with her. I slowed my stroking; keeping myself right on the verge so I could orgasm when she did.

Small gasps and cute little yelps came from Lacy. She froze, held her breath and it was very apparent she was climaxing. Her eyes flew opened a few seconds later as the pleasure must have surprised her or something. She looked right into the camera and continued to shake.

"I'm cumming, baby... totally squirted in my pajamas."

That did it for me; I let loose and ejaculated all over my desk as I watched Lacy continue to cum, now seeing the color change on her pajama bottoms as they were soaked. I didn't even bother watching my own orgasm; I was locked on to Lacy, just watching her shake and spasm. Her wonderful body so stimulated and gorgeous held me mesmerized to my monitor. When I finally looked down I had a huge mess to clean up.

"Did you cum, baby?" she asked, sitting up in the chair after she finally stopped climaxing. Her nipples were still engorged and I could see her cheeks were rosy as she leaned toward the camera giving me an incredible view of her aroused breasts.

"Oh yeah, big time," I said, pointing the camera down to show her the huge mess I made.

"Oh wow, you really did. Good... it's late and I'm wasted. I'll see you tomorrow when you come over."

"Okay, goodnight."  

She smiled and logged off.

*****

Thursday finally came and I had resisted my urges to try anal with Lacy, even though we made love a few times between Sunday and Thursday. The thought was always in my head, the anticipation growing and building to extremes. I had built it up so much in my mind I was worried the actual thing might be a letdown once it happened.

When Lacy arrived at our house I could tell she was excited as well. Not only did she act it she had dolled herself up for the occasion. Her long blond hair was curled, her nails were done and she had worn a sexy outfit for what was supposed to be just a simple sleepover. I caught my father checking her out several times during the early evening. I didn't blame him, she looked incredible. We had dinner together, all of us. Lacy sat next to me and kept her left hand on my leg most of the meal. I kept watching the clock or checking my watch, hoping time would go faster and it would get late enough to pretend to go to bed. 



The problem was, Dad had no intentions of going to bed as long as Lacy was around. I finally had to pull Mom away and talk to her.

"Dad's going to hang out as long as Lacy is in plain sight."

"I noticed that too. What do you want me to do?"

"Encourage him to go to bed with you... make it worth his while."

"But then I might miss you and Lacy and the big A."

"I promise I won't try until you join us. Sound good?"

"I guess... if you promise."

"I promise."

She walked around the corner toward my father, who was engaged in a conversation with Lacy and Lisa. Mom sat on the arm of the couch and leaned over to my father's ear, whispering something to him. His eyes go big and my mother smiled.

"Well, girl's it's getting late I have work in the morning so I should probably turn in," Dad said.

He stood up and took my mother's hand. They both told us not to stay up too late and walked together upstairs. 

"Damn, I thought he'd never go up," Lisa began.

"I know... your dads usually not this talkative," Lacy said.

"It's your fault, if you would have just dressed normal and didn't look so good he wouldn't have been so enamored by you."

"Sorry, this is for Luke not him."

"And I think you look amazing," I cut in before Lisa could respond.

"Now we just have to wait until he's asleep so Mom can join us."

"That might take some time... I convinced her to talk him into going up so they may be a while."

"It had to be done... if she wouldn't have whisper in his ear he would have never left."

"I wonder what your mom said to him," Lacy said.

"I don't know but it worked."

"Well, let's get started anyway, we'll just wait until mom shows up before you try anal," Lisa said, obviously eager as well.

I followed the two girls upstairs, already getting hard with anticipation. All three of us went right into Lisa's room, not too worried about my father. I was sure he was otherwise occupied at the moment.

"I'm going crazy... I've felt neglected lately," Lisa said as she was taking her clothing off.

"Why?" Lacy asked.

"Luke's always with you now. Last time I had sex was Sunday afternoon."

"Tell you what... why we wait for your mother you can have Luke all to yourself and I'll watch."

"Really?"

"Sure... right, Luke... you're okay with that?" Lacy asked.

"Yeah, that's cool."

Lacy didn't even bother taking off her cute little sundress. Instead she took a seat at Lisa's desk to watch. By the time I removed my clothing I was fully aroused and my sister attacked me like she hadn't had sex in a month. I had to widen my stance as she knelt before me, grabbed my ass and inhaled my cock roughly it almost knocked me over. I gasp with pleasure and my toes curled from the intensity. Lisa sucked and moved so purposely my arousal went through the roof in less time than I could remember. I was ready to blow within two minutes. Her hot little mouth was bobbing up and down and twisting faster than I've ever seen and the result was incredible.

"Whoa, we have all night, sis... take it easy," I said pulling away from her before I ejaculated.

My cock was just throbbing, pulsing up and down slightly and wet from Lisa's vigorous oral. She tried to get at it again but I grabbed her hands, afraid if she touched it I'd explode. I pulled her up despite her complaints and swiftly took her legs out from under her, picking her up as she fell. I carried her to her bed and kind of playfully tossed her onto it from a few inches. It was my turn to eat her, while I gave my cock a few minutes to calm down.

When my face and mouth found her sex she was already aroused, wet and flushed, moaning as I licked from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, spreading her open to find her little button. I focused on it and the intense sensation caused her to grab a hold of my head and pull me into her. Forced to breathe through my mouth, I furiously licked her clit back and forth and up and down, before using my teeth to hold it in place. This really got her, causing her to squirm until I lost my grip on it. Her grip on my hair increased until it hurt. It always seemed like a lot of work to make Lisa cum. Fun work but more work than say Lacy or Mom.

She didn't let me finish, she pulled me up her body by my head and told me she just wanted my cock and told me to fuck her before she went insane. By then I had better control over my raging dick and gave her what she wanted without fearing I would climax too soon. It's kind of weird how the first initial stimulation is so intense and how it can take you to the verge really quickly, but then if you stop or resist it then takes longer to get back. At least with me anyway. Face to face I easily found her hot wet slit and drove the whole of my cock into my sister as our eyes locked. She screamed in pleasure, much louder than I expected it even made Lacy gasp in surprise. I hoped Mom was still keeping Dad occupied and he didn't hear her.

Lisa clawed my back, urging me on with her hands, voice and eyes, fiercely looking up at me like I remembered from Sunday afternoon.

"Yes... yes... more... give it to me, Luke... fuck me with your huge cock... make me cum!" she screamed like we were home alone.

My cock was in heaven, rapidly sliding in and out of my sister's hot sex with one arm supporting my weight and the other cupping her firm round breast, palming her nipple. I pinched it; getting a good response I pinched harder and rammed my dick as deep and hard as I could over and over. I knew she needed this kind of attention, and wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted. Settling in, I kept the same steady rhythm of hard and deep thrusts making her bed squeak and rock back and forth with each lunge forward. The noise of the bed combined with her moans and squeals. I focused on her, knowing if I came before she did I was in trouble.

"That's it, babe, fuck her hard... make that bitch cum," Lacy said from the desk. 

This made me smile but also urged me on. I turned my head and looked over at the desk to see my hot girlfriend playing with her large breasts; her sun dress pulled down around her waist. The image of her perky hard nipples sent a jolt of pleasure to my penis, causing my own pleasure to advance to the next level. I felt my ball sack tighten, raising my balls toward my shaft. Gratification coursed through my shaft and head from my sister's pussy milking my cock. She had her eyes closed, her lip between her teeth again and focusing on her own pleasure I wondered if she even heard Lacy talk.

"Don't stop... don't you dare stop... I'm... I'mmm oh gggggggoooodd I'm cumming!"

Lisa went rigid, arching her back off the bed with her hands clenching her bedspread until her knuckles went white. I didn't stop or slow down, just pounded away at her tight vibrating body. She held that pose for a surprising long time, not breathing just as tight as ever with a single note of bliss ringing from her mouth as she climaxed. Damn, when Lisa cums she really cums, giving everything she has in the effort.




Summer Suspicions Ch. 07



"Holy shit, that's unbelievable... look at her," Lacy said.

I didn't respond because it felt too good. When Lisa was climaxing the sensation in my cock was intensified. I had to slow down before I came. When I changed my speed was when Lisa finally relaxed. Her body fell limp into the bed, her hands let go of the bedspread and she finally took a breath as her chest started to heave for air. Slowly I pressed in and pulled out, feeling her pussy continue to spasm from the climatic aftereffects. Her lungs tried to catch back up, her breasts rising and falling and still stimulated from the apparent full body ecstasy she was experiencing.

Finally she opened her eyes and looked at me. "That... was... worth the... wait... wow, what a... thrill."

"Damn, girl you came so hard... you like held it forever," Lacy said, climbing on to the bed next to us.

Her dress was still around her waist and I admired her naked breasts. Lisa turned and looked at her but like in slow motion.

"I guess it's kind of like a guy, the longer I went without the bigger the orgasm."

I stopped moving and pulled out, my cock covered in my sister's cum. Sitting up, I scooted closer to Lacy and she put her hand on my leg, smiling up at me. From behind all of us we heard the doorknob begin to turn. We all turned quickly to look, panicking a bit until we saw it was just my mother in her light robe again.

"I better not of missed anything good," she said.

"Depends, Lisa just had an amazing orgasm, but he hasn't even started with me," Lacy said.

"Oh, well good, and good for you Lisa... I know how hard you work for those."

"Yeah, and this one was worth it."

Mom dropped her robe and joined us on the bed.

"So, Mom... what did you whisper in Dad's ear to get him to leave so fast?" I asked her.

"I told him he came up with me right then he could put it anywhere he wanted."

"Right on, Mom," Lisa, said, cheering.

"So where did he put it?" Lacy asked.

"Everywhere... my mouth, pussy and he finished in my ass."

"Nice, well you sure know how to get his attention."

"Yep, and now I it's your turn, young lady... all this practice is about to pay off," Mom said grabbing Lacy's breasts and squeezing them.

She pushed her onto the bed and finished undressing my girlfriend for me until Lacy was as naked as the rest of us.

"Okay, Lisa, keep your brother hard while I get Lacy here nice and warmed up."

Lisa smiled, sat up and grabbed my wet cock, sliding her hand up and down the longs shaft, using her own juices for lube. I sighed and leaned back on my hands, pressing my cock toward her. Mom began kissing Lacy's neck, chest and breasts as her hands ran up and down her legs and finally her shaved sex. Lacy went with it, spreading her legs and moaning. There really wasn't a need for Lisa to keep me hard. I was plenty stimulated by the three naked women on the bed with me, but it did feel good to have her hand gently stroking while I watched my mother work her way down Lacy's body until her face was between her legs.

Mom must have found Lacy's little clit because she cried out and threw her head back. The more intense the pleasure became the more Lacy started to move until she was inching away from Mom's intense tongue. I was caught off guard when my cock was suddenly enveloped in Lisa's hot wet mouth. I was so focused on what Mom was doing to Lacy; Lisa's mouth took me by surprise and felt phenomenal. She began to go to town on my cock, taking me as deep as ever and playing with my balls that had dropped loose again during the break. Mom continued to work Lacy over and must have been doing an excellent job by the way Lacy was wiggling as well as her nipples staying erect.

Mom got her to cum and then I think she started tonguing her ass because her head looked lower than before. Lisa had me humming big time with her blowjob and I got even more aroused as I thought about finally getting to try anal with Lacy. It was almost time.

"I think she's good and ready," my mom suddenly said as her head came up.

Lisa stopped sucking me right after and sat up. Mom moved out of the way and I quickly moved over to Lacy who appeared to be gone. She slowly opened her eyes as I caressed her legs and ran my hands up to her breasts. She smiled, pulling me down on top of her. Mom got off the bed and disappeared behind me. My cock fell perfectly against Lacy's wet sex and I eased into her pussy and thrust forward. She wrapped her legs around me, holding me tight and deep. Mom really had Lacy wet, she felt unbelievable on my cock as did her breasts smashed against my chest. Pulling out slightly I rocked back into her as she held tightly with her legs.

"Oh, Luke... that feels so good... keep going."

I had no complaints and went right on fucking her just like she wanted.

"Make me cum and then you can have my ass."

I sped up instantly with that goal echoing in my head. Her legs released from my back, letting me move further out and slam hard into her. I rose off her body slightly, giving me more leverage and a chance to grab her left breasts. Slamming away it didn't take near as long as with Lisa before Lacy was experiencing her own orgasm and cumming on my cock.

"Ahhh... yes! Oh... oh... ohhh, Lukk!" she screamed.

I fucked her all the way through her climax and beyond until she was limp and spent with her breasts rolling around with each thrust.

"Now, Son, take her ass now," my mother whispered in my ear.

I sat up and pushed Lacy's legs over her body and pulled my cock out of her. Just as I did my mother squirted it with the same bottle of lube I had seen before and smeared it all over my dick. I didn't think I needed more lube but I guess more can't hurt. I pushed it down, right past Lacy's open sex. Her little rosebud ass was puckered, slightly pulsing from her orgasm. I moved forward, feeling the first pressure on my head from her tight orifice. Having thought about this moment so much I had replayed it in my head over and over. That didn't stop my heart from pounding in my chest with excitement, or my hands shaking on her legs. Thankfully my mother reminded me to go slow. I think she could tell how excited I was and eager. Good thing too.

As gently as I could I pressed my head into Lacy's bottom. It was much tighter than Mom or Lisa, which I expected. But even when expecting it, it took my breath away. Not only was it tighter the visual had me all kinds of excited. Watching my head disappear into this perfect woman's ass was indescribable. I stopped more out of amazement than to make sure she was okay, almost forgetting to check on her. That was when Lisa asked Lacy if she was okay, reminding me. I tore my eyes from the incredible spectacle between my legs and looked up to see Lacy. He eyes were squeezed tight and she was breathing extra hard. She slowly opened them and looked at all of us watching her.

"It's big... wow... it's really big."

Mom and Lisa reached for Lacy's clit at the same time, bumping each other's hands. Mom smiled and let Lisa play with the nubbin for Lacy. This had the effect I expected and the vise grip on my cock head eased slightly.

"Mmm... that's better... don't stop."

I still waited, letting Lisa get more aggressive on Lacy's clit until it was clear the pleasure was outweighing the strain on her ass. I hadn't felt anything this tight before. By the time I knew what was happening earlier this summer; Lisa had already trained her ass for my cock and probably fucked me several times with it. Mom was even looser than Lisa so to have Lacy's virgin ass tight around my head was something I had never experienced before. I can see why rich dudes pay good money for virgins, because this was fucking amazing.

Finally I felt I could move and Lacy confirmed my thoughts when she reached forward, placing her hands on mine and nodding when I looked at her face. I moved so slow, not wanting to hurt this perfect creature, taking probably half a minute to move just an inch of my cock further into her. The clit play was like magic, Lacy even moaned as my extensive cock slid further into her. Slowly but surely I descended into her until over half of my cock was buried in her ass.

"OHHH, wow... wow... I've never felt so full... it's huge... I don't know how you guys take him like you do."

"You get used to it, it just takes time," Lisa responded, spinning her fingers in circles over Lacy's clit.

"Just relax and let your body adjust to him," Mom added.

I stopped again; it seemed like a good time. The pressure on the center of my shaft was intense from her outer ring and the rest of my cock buried inside was roasting with intense heat and amazing pleasure. My excitement wasn't helping her any... I was as hard a rock and very engorged. My heart was still racing like the first time I did anal. I could only imagine what Lacy's heart was doing.

"I don't know... it's so tight. My ass is cramping up on his dick... it wants it out."

This was the first time I began to worry, and have my doubts I would be able to finish with Lacy anally. I'm pretty sure if I would have tried, without my sister and mother there, it would have been a disaster and Lacy would have never tried again. Waiting was the smartest thing I have ever done. The two women pulled off a miracle.

"I felt the same way the first time, Lacy," Lisa said. "It gets better... just hang in there."

"Relax your muscles by pushing on him... try and push him out. Keep them from cramping," my mother added.

Suddenly I felt Lacy's ass flex and strain against my shaft, pushing on me from the head to the middle. I can't describe the sensation, it was phenomenal. Instead of pushing me out it had the opposite effect because I was leaning forward to stay in, my cock went in another inch and the tightness around the shaft lessened. I froze, not meaning to go deeper but Lacy was fine and her ass continued to move and flex on its own.

"Good, very nice... is that better?" Mom asked.

"Yes... much... but don't stop playing, Lisa... whatever you do."

"Ease some out," Mom instructed me.

I pulled back, and Lacy worked her muscles as I did, building my pleasure almost to the limit with just a simple withdrawal of two or three inches.

"Good hell that's feels good!" I said.

"Good, babe... you like my tight ass don't you?"

"OMG yes."

I pulled out until I had the head plus an inch left in her and stopped. Her ass was so tight it had scraped the lube off my cock. My veins were in high relief since I was so turned on and engorged. The sight was so amazing I'll never forget it.

"How fast can you finish," Lisa asked me.

"Fast."

"Good, do it then."

I looked down at Lacy and she nodded. Pressing in again, my pleasure multiplied instantly. I had never approached this level of pleasure in such a short time. Lisa sped up on Lacy's clit and I pulled back out. My balls were snug around my shaft against my body and the intense heat, tightness and my excitement overwhelmed me. Just one more slow descent and I was ready to cum. On the withdrawal, I pulled out all the way and Mom grabbed my cock before I could. She began to stroke it and I exploded in a torrent of semen larger than any and all before. It went everywhere as if my hole wasn't large enough to handle the effluent of cum. Mom and Lisa cheered, I moaned, Lacy sighed, and we all watched my semen continue to collect onto the perfect woman... my girlfriend.

*****

That night was the ultimate culmination of the summer and that orgasm dwarfed all the others. All the build up and anticipation to have Lacy's ass was well worth it and lived up to the hype, my hype anyway. She couldn't exactly say she loved every second, the first time. No... it took a few more sessions before she liked it as much as I did. Of course that was after Lisa had returned to school and it was just the two of us. She loves it now and takes me like a pro, most the time riding me with it in her ass so she controls the action. Watching her from below while she rides my cock... well that's... those boobs just in perfect view, the tight ass around my cock... it doesn't get any better than that. I'm one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

The End.



Summer Suspicions



I kept my eyes closed, listening to her come slowly toward me. Then I felt the covers being pulled back and a pause to see if I would stir. My heart was pounding in my chest. I heard her prepare the patch and stick it on my arm, just where I expected. This was it... I waited... waited, but nothing happened. I was still awake!!! It was working! I knew I couldn't move when she shook me or called my name and prepared myself for this as my heart just pounded in my chest like never before.

"Luke, Honey... are you awake," the voice said, shaking my shoulders but it wasn't Lisa! It was my mother!

Holy fucking shit! What do I do now? Just as I was about to freak out and react to her I heard Lisa's voice enter the room.

"Is he out?"

"Yes, just now."

"Good. Glad you could join me tonight, I missed you yesterday."

"Yes, well I do have to attend to your father occasionally so that's why I didn't join you. How was he last night?"

"Really good. He made it again this time. I came before he did and it was wonderful."

"That's great. He's body is getting more accustomed to us and lasting longer."

As you can imagine I was beyond freaking out. Come to find out not only my sister was in on this but my very own mother was as well. I should have jumped up and confronted them both but I didn't. I let my dick think for me and wanted to listen to them and see what would happen.  

"How many times did you manage to get him aroused," Mom asked.

"Just two again, but he really lasted the second time so it was worth it," Lisa said now standing right by my bed.

Suddenly the sheets were removed from off me and I struggled to stay still.

"Wow, look at that. He's already hard tonight?" Mom said.

"That's odd, that hasn't happened since the beginning of summer," Lisa said, as her hand found my cock for the first time I actually remember.

I knew it was hers from the soft youthful skin. But someone started sucking me as Lisa stroked. Was it my mother or Lisa? I really couldn't tell, until Lisa said something while the person was still sucking. It was my mother! My own mother was sucking my cock! It felt amazing... she took me deep, making Lisa remove her hand as she continued to engulf my entire length to my body, deeper than Lisa had on the video.

"Damn, I still can't do that. I practiced a lot last night but never could go that deep?" Lisa said.

Mom took me out of her mouth to speak and said, "Keep practicing, you'll get it," before engulfing me again all the way and humming when she was down.

I had never felt anything like it before and knew without a doubt if I wasn't being abused nightly I would have already cum. Mom kept sucking, bobbing and twisting while Lisa caressed my chest and balls, talking to Mom.

"Remember the first time. When he exploded in your mouth within seconds," she laughed. "He sure has come a long way since then."

"I'll say, he's so much more fun now," my mother said taking me out of her mouth again.

"My turn," Lisa said.

I felt them shift on the bed and Lisa grab my cock, lifting it vertical before taking it into her hot mouth and descending. She didn't go as deep but it still felt amazing. She sucked and sucked, while Mom coached her on what to do and try. I was getting close to cumming by then, the attention I was getting while Lisa 'practiced' was unbelievable.

"You better quit, his balls are getting tight," Mom said.

"Okay, there is always tomorrow," Lisa said, giggling.

"Speaking of that. How many patches are left?"

"Enough, we should finish the summer for sure. And I bought more condoms today. I bought them with Luke in the car!" she said, busting up.

This made my mother laugh as well and if I wasn't enjoying myself so much I would have put a stop to all of this right then. Instead I stayed still as they decided who got to go first tonight.

"You had him all to yourself last night... I should go first," Mother said.

"Fine... he's all yours, I'll help."

The bed rolled and tossed as my mother, my fucking mother, climbed up and over me. Did I want to stop this? A blowjob is one thing but letting my mother feed my cock into her pussy was another. I heard the rip of the condom, felt my cock lifted and the latex being unrolled down my shaft. If I didn't stop it now it would be too late.

"Where are you going to take him tonight?" Lisa asked and the question didn't make sense at first.

"Well, your father pounded my pussy really good last night so I think my ass would be better."

Did I just hear what I thought I heard!? What the fuck?! I was too stunned too flabbergasted to move even if I wanted to. I didn't react as Lisa lifted my cock and Mom asked for the lube. I didn't move as I heard her squeeze whatever it was into her hand and coat my cock with the cold slippery stuff. I didn't move as I heard my mother moan slightly and Lisa say, "I think you're ready."

I didn't fucking move when Mom lowed her ass onto the head of my cock! The tightness was like nothing I could remember feeling before, the heat was unsurpassed and it only got better as my head broke through her outer ring and descended into her bowels. I was anally fucking my mother!!!!!!!!!

"Good hell, I love that sensation," Mother said, once I was all the way inside her.

"It was good for me last night as well. I'm glad you introduced it to me," Lisa said.

What? What? Lisa fucked my cock with her ass as well???? I never got to that part on the video! If my heart was pounding before it was double now. I was going nuts; fucking nuts thinking about what was going on before and now. The pleasure was unheard of and the thoughts were spinning my mind toward insanity.

Mom lifted up again, slowly rising, letting my cock slide out of her tight ass and reveling in the sensation. 

"Mmm, he feels good tonight, bigger I think," Mom said.

"He might be. It's hard to tell with the condom on."

"Play with my clit, Sweetie, help Mommy cum," she said to Lisa.

I soon felt Lisa's hand working my mother's clit and pussy while she rose up and fell down on my throbbing cock. The blood in my head made it difficult to focus and listen, and the pleasure radiating from my ass-encapsulated cock was indescribable. Mom had a fabulous ass something I've never felt before.

"That's it, Lisa, harder. Mmm, I know he's bigger tonight. I wonder why?" Mom inquired, slamming down harder to make the point.

"Might have been the beach, he seemed different today, especially when he put lotion on my back."

"I don't care what it is; I'm going to enjoy it."

"You better hurry; he looks like he's going to cum real soon."

Lisa wasn't kidding! I was going to pop any second from my mother's ass milking my shaft. I had never done this before... well that I could remember that is and the intensity and heat on my cock was unreal. Even with the condom on to desensitize me a little it was still astonishing. 

"Stop him, I'm not ready yet!" Mom called out.

Suddenly, Lisa grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard, pulling them away from my cock. The pain made me cringe and I actually moved slightly but I don't think either of them noticed. It stopped my climax from coming, almost instantly.

"How's that," Lisa asked.

"Good girl... I'm almost there..."Mom panted.

The pleasure built up quickly again. Mom was really going now, sliding hard and fast on my cock and moaning loud. I felt Lisa's hand moving faster as well; rubbing Mom's clit for sure and I had to peek. I had to see what they were doing. Using only one eye I slightly opened it to look through my lashes, hoping they wouldn't notice. It was worth it and what I saw was better than I expected, after all it was my 45-year-old mother.

There she was, naked and pinching her tits as she rose up and down on my cock. For an older lady she was sporting a nice body, not perfect, not like Lisa's but relatively good for twice the age. She had her eyes closed, focusing on her orgasm while Lisa was rubbing her engorged clit. Lisa was watching Mom as well; neither of them was looking in my direction. Mom's breasts were bigger than Lisa's because of the added weight on her frame but it wasn't excessive weight and she still had definition in her arms and stomach, but nothing like Lisa.

Mom started to shake. Pleasure washed over her face and she pinched her nipples almost flat as she cried out with pleasure.

"That's it, Mom... Cum hard, don't you just love it?' Lisa asked, but Mom couldn't' respond.

It was sexy, I had to admit; watching my older mother climax was hot and I went over my limit as well since her ass started convulsing as she began cumming. My load surged out of my cock, filling the condom and my body jerked, going into spasms as well.

"He's cumming with you! And he's cumming hard," Lisa cried.

This orgasm I was experiencing inside my mother's ass was beyond a doubt the most powerful and enjoyable I had experienced in my 19 years of life. It curled my toes even when I tried not to let it. My entire body tightened on its own as my muscles constricted over and over, pushing my fluid out into the condom. It was all I could do not to scream out in ecstasy. 

"Wow, look at him, he's never reacted like this before?" Lisa said, but Mom didn't respond she was still enjoying her own climax.

Finally my body relaxed, going loose into the bed except for my chest, which was rising and falling quickly.

"Must have been good for him too," my mother said, giggling.

"I guess, except he won't remember it," Lisa giggled as well.

Mom hopped off of me, letting my softening cock fall out of her ass and slap me on the stomach. Lisa picked it up and began taking the condom off.

"Wow, I haven't seen this much cum since the first few weeks. Look at this," she said.

"That is a lot. I knew something was different today. He was harder for sure and when he came with me I could feel his penis throbbing inside me."

"I guess I need to take him to the beach more often," Lisa said. They both laughed.

I heard the full condom hit my floor and both ladies sit on the side of my bed. My breathing was still elevated as was my heart rate. My cock was soft and I was at the point where sex is not really foremost on a guy's mind anymore. I almost grabbed them both, thinking about how funny it would be to scare the shit out of them. But instead I lay there, listening to them talk while they waited.

"Now the waiting begins... I really wish there was a faster way," Lisa said.

"Patience, Dear, he'll be ready again soon."

"Easy for you to say, you just got off. I'm so horny and wet right now!"

"Well, maybe Mom can tide you over until Luke is ready again."

Now this was getting interesting. 

I felt them move off my bed and I snuck a peek as I heard Lisa moan slightly. It was difficult to see without turning my head but I managed to see Lisa sitting in my computer chair holding her legs up and open. Mom was between her legs, licking her sex. My mother was eating out my sister!

That wasn't all, she had her fingers inside Lisa as well and Lisa loved it. Her moans got louder as Mom dug in deeper and began to fuck her fingers in and out rapidly.

"Yes! That's it, Mom.... Perfect.... Keep that up...."

My cock moved! My cock was going to give me away. If I was hard this quick and after they did nothing to me I thought for sure they'd be on to me. Maybe I should just come clean. Maybe they wouldn't care and we could just enjoy each other without all the secrets and patches. Or maybe I would ruin everything. Was it worth taking the chance? I still wanted to fuck Lisa, and remember it. If I blew it now I might not get that chance. I forced my eyes closed, one of the hardest things I've had to do in my life. I forced the thoughts from my mind and ignored my sister's cries of pleasure as my mother fingered her pussy and licked her clit.

Luckily all the use my cock had been getting helped. I was able to control it from engorging and focused on not listening to anything in the room until it was talking and not moaning.

"Oh, wow... that was good, Mom. You're really good at that."

"College. Girls experiment you know."

"Oh I know," Lisa said, giggling.

"Think it's been long enough," Mom asked.

"Only one way to find out."

I heard them walking back over to my bed. I knew it had been more than enough time.

"Okay, little brother... I'm ready for some big cock. Are you ready to give it to me?" Lisa asked and began playing with my dick.

You bet, big sister, come and get it, I said in my head, feeling the blood already rushing into my cock.

"Wow, he's getting hard quick. How long were you eating me?" Lisa asked as my cock grew and grew.

"Not long. Like I said he's acting different tonight for some reason."

"All the better."

Seconds later I was throbbing in my sister's grip and then mouth. She polished my head, commenting on the flavor of my last load to Mom before continuing. She had a ton of talent and was getting better as Mom instructed her.

"Now relax and open your throat. I know you can take him all. Just relax."

Lisa went for it. I felt her lips tight around my shaft as she descended and kept going. She went and went, nice and slow further than before and almost as far as Mom, before stopping for a second.

"You're almost there, Lisa. Just a little further, don't give up."

I felt her throat relax and open and suddenly she had done it. My big sister had engulfed every inch of my cock!

"I did it!" she hollered, way louder than I expected, releasing my cock.

"Shhh... you don't want to wake your father."

"Sorry, I'm just excited. I finally swallowed all of him."

"And it only took you two months," Mom ribbed.

"Shut up, at least I did it."

"I'm just teasing you. Now let Mommy show you how it's done."

Lisa moved over and my cock was soon down my mother's throat with even more talent. This older lady really knew how to suck a cock! Lisa played with my balls as Mom worked me over to the point of almost climaxing again.

"Stop, you're going to get him off before I get a chance," Lisa said pulling on my balls.

"Sorry, I got carried away."

"Judas, Mother, I don't think I'll ever be as good as you at that."

"You will it just takes time."

"Maybe. Grab a condom; I've got to have him inside me."

I heard the rustling and the rip of the packaging, waiting for my cock to be covered.

"Wait, don't use your hands. Put it on with your mouth," Mom said.

"Really? You can do that?" Lisa asked.

"Sure, and you have the tools now since you took him all the way."

"Okay, I'll try."

"Make sure you have it the right way in your mouth so it unrolls. That's it. Now keep your lips tight and roll it down his shaft."

I felt the condom in her mouth; she placed the tip over my head and began sliding it down my shaft with her lips and teeth. Further and further Lisa unrolled the condom all the way down to my base, before coming off quickly for air.

"Very nice, young lady... I'm impressed."

"Me too, that wasn't easy."

I was more than impressed. My big sister was amazing. My cock throbbed inside the latex as she held me vertical, probably admiring her work.

"He's ready for you. Fuck your little brother," Mom said, giggling again.

Lisa didn't need to be told twice, holding my cock up and sliding down onto me. It was obviously her pussy. Her hot, wet and remarkably tight pussy. She let out a long moan as my length penetrated her fully. Her hands came down on my chest and she grinded her clit into my pubic bone.

"Mmmm, I love his cock. Baby brother is hung!" she giggled.

"Gets that from his daddy."

"You would know," Lisa said, before rising and falling over and over. "Damn, I think he is bigger tonight."

"I told you."

I was in heaven; my sexy sister was riding me like a pro, taking my cock deep each time and adding a swirl to cap it off. I wanted to reach up and grab her tits and ass. I wanted to suck her nipples and knead her ass cheeks open and closed. But I was forced to lie still and let her do all the work. She was going hard, I could hear her breathing increase over the slapping of her ass on my body. The sensation was blissful and building my climax quickly.

"That's it, Lisa... ride him... use your stamina and fuck your brother hard," Mom called out.

"I'm going to switch so you can play with me too," Lisa said, standing up off of me.

Mom must have grabbed my cock and held it up for her. Lisa soon was backwards on me and Mom fed my cock back into her hot wet pussy and began to play with Lisa's clit.

"Oh, yeah, that's good, oh, shit so good!" Lisa cried out.

This position bent my cock toward my toes more as Lisa pushed her ass away from my head and put her hands back on my chest. The friction increased as she drove up and down. Lisa screamed for Mom to rub harder and pinch her nipples, saying she was getting close. I dared a quick look again but only saw my sister's sexy back and Mom's arms extending toward Lisa's breasts and clitoris. She was helping get my sister off as she rode my throbbing shaft like a pornstar.

"Watch him.... close.... Don't let .... Don't let him cum," Lisa warned as she struggled to breathe.

"I won't, you just focus on yourself, Honey."

She had better watch close because I was almost ready. My sister's pussy had a way of rubbing the head of my cock perfectly and the pleasure increased, growing so strong I was going to cum until Mom grabbed my balls again and pulled them down. It hurt. She was even rougher than Lisa had been and my legs jolted from the assault. Mom notice, because her head flew to my face and looked me in the eyes. I slowly closed them tighter, wondering if I was busted or not. Thankfully the dim light in the room seemed to have hidden my deception.

"Okay, here.... it... here it comes..... almost.... there."

My big sister had hit her climax, cumming hard on my cock and grabbing my chest with her hands. She screamed out in pleasure, milking my cock with her convulsing pussy. The pain was leaving quickly from Mom squeezing my balls and Lisa continued to bounce up and down as she came.

"Yes, Lisa, feel it engulf your body. Bask in the pleasure," Mom called out to her.  

I was almost there again, and knew Mom wouldn't need to stop me this time. My pleasure grew as Lisa continued to cum and ride me.

"Keep going, your brother's almost there. Fuck him, make his cock explode!" Mom called out.

Lisa was panting, working so hard for herself and to get me off. Mom took her hands off of Lisa's clit and lifted my balls toward my shaft this time, setting me off. I exploded again! The pleasure way almost as intense as before, as my ass clenched and the cum emptied into the condom spontaneously. Convulsion after convulsion rocked my cock, forcing the semen from my shaft as I tried to stay quiet. It felt incredible but at the end, with the last few contractions a strange ache emerged deep within me. The two climaxes of the night had rocked my insides. I felt empty, my balls ached from use and I wondered if I would be able to stand tomorrow.

"Wow, he really came again, almost like he worked hard for it?" Mom said helping Lisa off of me.

"How much did he cum?" Lisa asked letting Mom work the condom off of my cock.

"A lot again... I don't get it. What's different?"

"Don't know but what I do know is it was good. Really good."

They took turns sucking me clean and one of them ripped the patch off before leaving my room. Both had decided I had had enough tonight and there was no way I'd get hard again after those two climaxes. They had a point. I fell asleep quickly and finally did something I hadn't for two months. I dreamed.