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The Nest

By: klrxo



"Well, sweetie, think you're gonna like your new home?" Devon's mom asked as she rounded the vehicle.

"Like it? This is amazing!" The 18 year old smiled.

"Wait until you see the lake out back. Come on, I'll show you." Lacey said, taking his hand.

The property was breathtaking, with a sprawling view of the lake and forested hills, yet as Devon and his mom stood near the water he was busy admiring a different type of view...his mother.

Lacey was a Goddess among women. She looked like a 39 year old Emily Blunt. She was built like a mother should be, with wide hips, long shapely legs and the biggest, softest-looking breasts a boy could ever imagine.

"Just look at this view." Lacey said, gazing out at the hills.

When there was no response from her son, Lacey peered over at him and caught him staring at her titties.

"Sweetie." She said, shaking him from his trance.

"Yeah." He said, as if awoken from a dream.

"Are my boobs staring at your eyes again?" She teased with a gleaming white smile.

"Oh, no...sorry." He said bashfully.

Lacey strolled towards him, her cute little bare feet tapping lightly against the grass. She stopped and looked up in to his big blue eyes.

"I don't know why they stare so much. They must really like you." She said teasingly.

Devon chuckled a little, trying to show some humor. 

"Maybe a big hug would help. What do you think?" She asked, with a naughty little smirk.

"Maybe." He said.

Lacey coiled her arms around her sons neck and pulled him in for a nice long tit-squasher. She smiled as she heard her son let out a little sigh.

When the hug was over she fed him a peculiar look as she gazed up into his eyes for what seemed like forever.

"Wanna see the inside of the house?" She asked.

"Sure." He said.

"Turn around." Lacey said.

"Why." He smiled.

"Just turn around, goof-ball." She demanded.

Devon faced the house and his mom immediately jumped up onto his back and threw her strong legs around him for a piggy-back ride.

"Jesus, mom." Devon said, taken off guard.

"Move it Boobie-boy!" She said teasingly.

As Devon started up the hill towards the house he put his hands under his moms legs to support her. His cock twitched as he felt her smooth soft thighs and her big mature breasts bobbling against his back.

"Giddy up, you handsome stallion you." Lacey said playfully.

"Funny mom." He said.

After a tour of the huge home Jacob sat on the only piece of furniture in the entire house, an old rickety wooden chair in the kitchen.

"Hey, honey, it's me...we made it." His mom said as she walked into the kitchen with her cell-phone to her ear.

"Great, how's the weather there?" He husband Rob asked from the other end of the line.

"The weather's here's beautiful...although I heard we're suppose to get some rain this evening. How are you guys coming along?" She asked plopping onto her son's lap.

Devon was a little surprised by his moms behavior. She had always been a bit flirty, but never this much. Maybe it was because they were alone while his dad and sister drove the U-haul across country.

"Well, slowly but surely honey, it's a big moving truck." Ron said.

"So you've got at least a couple days left to travel then?" She asked.

"At least, yeah." Ron answered.

"Perfect, that'll give Devon and I plenty of time to get the place cleaned before you guys get here." She said.

"How's Devon doing?" Her husband asked.

Lacey gently brushed her sons hair off his face, giving him a little smile as she looked into his eyes. There was a naughty little sparkle in her eye, one Devon wasn't used to seeing.

"Oh, Devon's fine...just tired I think. We both need a hot shower and a little R&R tonight." Lacey said.

"Well, I 'll let you go then." Ron said.

"Okay, baby, call me when you're on the road tomorrow. Tell Jenna I love her." Lacey said.

"I will...I love you and miss you." Her husband.

"Love you too, hun...Bye." She said, hanging up the phone.

Lacey clicked off the phone and gazed at her son with a quirky little smile.

"What is that I feel poking against my butt?" She asked teasingly.

They both knew exactly what it was.

"Sorry, mom." He said.

"I'm not one of your girlfriends that you can just go poking in the butt whenever that thing gets stiff, young man." She said, lifting one legs over his lap so that she was now facing him, in the straddling position. Her skirt had ridden up leaving nearly all of her smooth golden-brown legs exposed.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, I forgot. You left all your butt-buddies back in California didn't you? No wonder you're momma's big soft butt feels so good against it." She said, in a sexy little voice.

Lacey looked at her son and they both started giggling.

"Do you mind me teasing you like this, sweetie?" Lacey asked cheerfully.

"No...it's fun." Devon said.

"It is fun isn't it?" She smiled, bringing her bare feet off the floor and resting her heels on the back of the chair.

The skirt had now ridden up to Lacey's midsection. Her shapely bronze legs were baby-smooth and were wrapped snuggly around Devon's waist as she straddled him. The old chair CREAKED as she settled her muffin down against the swell of his erection.

"Hope this chair doesn't break on us though." Devon giggled.

"That wouldn't be good." His mom smiled.

"Nope." Devon smiled as his mom brushed the hair back from his eyes.

"When did you grow up on me?" She said, her big sparkling brown eyes radiating pure love.

The chair CREAKED as Lacey tightened her strong legs around him, crushing her fat clit against the underside of the long bulging swell of his cockshaft.

Devon's heart raced with wicked excitement. He and his mom were all alone, he was sitting between her gorgeous legs...and sparks were flying.

"Ugh, I need a shower. Will you be an angel and bring in our bags?" She said.

"Sure mom." He said, as Lacey put her little feet on the floor and rose from his lap.

"Bring them up to the master bedroom for me, sweetie. You've been such a big help on this trip. When you get upstairs I'll have a little reward waiting for you, ok." She said with a cute smile.

Devon watched his mom stroll away towards the stairs, her buttocks swaying seductively.

After grabbing the bags from the minivan Devon raced upstairs to the master bedroom. He could hear the shower running, but to his disappointment, the bathroom door was closed.

"I brought your bag up mom." He said loud enough that she could hear.

"Thank you honey, I left the reward I promised there on the door handle." Lacey said from the shower.

On the bathroom door handle hung a pair of thin pale-pink mesh bikini panties. Devon's body went numb as he stared at them hanging there by their tiny waistband.

"Why don't you take them down to your room for a little personal time, sweetie." Lacey said.

Devon didn't have to be asked twice. He grabbed the panties and rushed down to his empty room.

He lifted the crotch to his nose and inhaled. The deep musky aroma of fresh pussy was absolutely intoxicating. He'd often stole them from his moms hamper and obviously she was aware, but the smell was never this ripe.

Devon unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. It was already brick-hard and stretched way out from his body, making a nine and three-quarter inch arc upward.

He licked two of his fingers, lathering them with his saliva, then began to twist his slippery fist around the top three inches of his dick.

It wasn't long before he drifted into a land of euphoria, where nothing existed but the feel of silky fabric on his face, the pungent aroma of his mother's femininity and the incredible stroking sensation around his glans.

His moms sexy voice entered his fantasy land as he remembered her teasing from earlier.

"Are my boobs staring at your eyes again?" 

"Know wonder you're momma's big soft butt feels so good against it." 

Through the euphoric fog Devon saw his mom's strong, tan, naked legs tightening around his waist...the chair CREAKING!

"I'll have a little reward waiting for you." 

It was all he could take. Devon leaned back against the wall and with a primitive grunt, bucked his hips and sent big ropes of semen sailing across the room.

After a short rest and cleaning up the mess of splattered cum on the floor of his room Devon went downstairs.

"Mom?" He called.

"I'm in the kitchen, sweetie." She answered.

Devon went into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. Lucy was standing on the creaky chair scrubbing the cupboards out. She was wearing a skin tight cotton tank top and matching boy shorts. 

Lacey turned when she saw Devon gawking from the doorway. Her big pear-shaped breasts rocked from side to side. The protruding lumps of her nipples were clearly visible. 

"Oh, there you are. I hope you don't mind me wearing this, sweetie. I just wanted to be comfortable while I clean...and I figured you're old enough now to handle it...right?" She asked.

"Sure." Devon muttered, his heart racing.

"Good. Would you be an angel and hold this chair for me. I'm so afraid that it's gonna break out from underneath me." She said.

"O-ok." He said.

Devon held the chair and gazed up at his moms body like a kid in a candy store. His eyes traveled up the backs of her smooth shapely legs and stared in awe at her big meaty buttocks, which was oozing out from underneath the shorts.

As she spread her legs slightly Devon could see cleft of her vulva and the thick swell of her outer lips as the fabric stretched tightly around it 

He simply couldn't believe his eyes.

"I can't believe how dirty these cupboards are." She said, ripping more paper towels from the roll.

Lacey heard her son let out a sigh.

"You're awfully quiet down there." She said. 

"Oh, yeah...sorry." Devon muttered, his face slightly blushing.

Lacey climbed down off the chair and stepped up to him.

"You seem uncomfortable...I should probably put something else on." She said.

"No...it's...it's ok. I'm not uncomfortable at all." He said.

Lacey took his hand.

"Are you sure?" She said.

"Of course...I like it." He said.

"Yeah, well...that's kinda obvious." She said, peering down at the bulge in his shorts with a naughty smile.

All Devon could do was giggle bashfully.

"See, that's what I mean...I like this." Lacey said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I like that we're here alone for a couple days...just me and you, in this big house...way out in the country. It's like our own little nest. I can run around half-naked and you can run around with big boners sticking out under your shorts...and we're both okay with that. At least I know I am." She said.

"I am too." Devon smiled.

"That makes me happy. In a couple days your father and sister will be here and life's gonna get busy again....but until then, I say no schedule, no rules...just me and you." She said with a smile.

"Sounds good to me." Devon said.

With his hand in hers Lacey pulled him out of the kitchen.

"Come on, I wanna show you something." She said excitedly.

"What is it?" He asked.

"You'll see. It's the one room I didn't show you." She said playfully as she led him upstairs. 

The way his mom was dressed Devon felt like a young groom being led upstairs to deflower his bride. Lacey was a voluptuous beauty and Devon marveled at her trembling curves.

She led him into a small empty room, turned on the light and closed the door. 

"I want you to take a gander at what this room's going to be." She said.

"Your sewing room?" He asked.

"Nope." She said.

"I don't know....give me a hint." He said.

Lacey stepped over to one corner of the room and as Devon watched her he was once again struck with the fact that save for a two pieces of form-fitting fabric, his mom was pretty much naked...and perfectly comfortable with that.

"Over here will be a rocker." She said, then strolled along the wall.

"And over here will be a crib." She said.

"A crib? Mom, are you...?" Devon started.

"Pregnant? No...not yet..." She said, letting the word "yet" linger in the air.

"You're father and I decided that after we get all settled, we'd start to try to have another baby." She smiled.

"Wow." Devon said.

"Isn't that exciting?" She asked with a beaming smile.

"Yeah, that's uh--" Devon started to answer, but then Lacey let out a high pitched SCREAM.

"SPIDER!" She shrieked, then jumped up onto her son, throwing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Devon immediately grabbed her thighs to hold onto her as she crushed her big tits against his chest and looked down in the direction of the spider. 

"OH MY GOD I HATE SPIDERS!" She said.

"Mom, you're so funny." Devon laughed.

"Don't make fun of me. You're the only man in my life for two days, you're suppose to protect me from these things." She said.

"Fine." Devon said, then carried his mom over to the spider and quickly stomped on it.

"There...dead spider. Are you happy?" He said.

Lacey tightened her strong naked legs around her son. With her arms clutched around his neck she brought her face up cheek to cheek with his, looking towards the floor.

"There's probably more." She said, in a pouty little girls voice.

"Do you want me to have a look around?" Devon asked.

Lacey buried her face in the soft of his neck.

"No, I want you to hold me." She said.

"I can do that." Devon smiled.

"You're father never holds me this way when I'm scared. All I get is a quick hug and off he goes." Lacey complained.

"Well, dad doesn't have the best back either mom. You're not fat, but it does take a little strength to hold a woman up like this." Devon said.

"I know, but at least it's nice to know that for the next couple of days I have someone around that can hold me the way I need to be held." She said, looking into his eyes.

"I could hold you like this anytime, mom. Anytime you need me to." Devon said.

"Well, I'll tell you right now...if I see any more damn spiders I'm gonna be clutching onto you like this until your father gets here." She said.

"So what, the spiders are suddenly gonna move out once dad arrives?" Devon teased.

"No...smart ass. I just don't think you holding me this way is something your father would be too happy about seeing, do you?" Lacey smiled.

"No, probably not." Devon said.

"Not to mention the way your shorts keep tenting out every time we get touchy-feely like this." She teased.

"Can't really help that mom." Devon said.

"Oh, sweetie I know. In fact the way I've been teasing you today, If you weren't getting boners I'd be shocked." She said.

Devon looked out the big bay window, which had a large cushioned window seat.

"It's getting dark out...and rainy." He said.

"Let's turn out the lights and sit and watch the rain." Lacey said.

Devon continued to hold her as he walked over and flipped off the light switch. As she held onto him, Lacey's eyes traveled across his shoulders and down his teenaged chest. She smiled and shook her head.

"What?" Devon said.

"I just can't believe how much you've grown up. I mean, look at you, letting me hold onto you while you carry me around like this." She said, with an impressed gleam in her eye.

"Does it surprise you?" Devon asked.

"No, it impresses me." Lacey said, as her feet slipped to the floor.

"And so does that thing." She said, eyeballing the tent in his shorts.

"The way it's pushing your shorts way out like that. That's amazing!" She said, her face a little flushed.

"Well, what's amazing about it, mom. Isn't that what they're suppose to do?" Devon blushed.

"There's lots of things they're suppose to do...but I assume all those young California girls taught you all about that." Lacey said with a smile.

"Some, I guess, but I'm sure I have a lot more to learn." Devon said.

"So you feel like you don't know enough?" Lacey asked with concern.

"Well, yeah, I guess that's it." He muttered.

"Sit down here with me and let's get cozy and talk while we watch the rain." Lacey said, nudging her son down onto the large window seat.

Devon leaned back against the cushions and Lacey knelt in front of him and lifted his shirt.

"Take this off. I want us to get comfortable." Lacey said, lifting his shirt up and off. 

Without hesitation she unbuttoned his shorts and zipped them down.

"Let's get these off too." She said.

"Maybe I shouldn't mom...I..." Devon started.

"Shush, lift up. Your erection can't be too comfortable pushing up against your shorts like that. Let's give him some room to move around a little." She said. 

Devon lifted his ass and she shucked his trunks. His tent pole teetered back and forth for a second under his boxers, then popped out the fly hole.

Lacey giggled, looking down at it.

"Oops, I think he wants to do more than move around a little." She teased.

She pulled the fly hole up, stretching the fabric and draping it over the big bell-shaped helmet.

"There we go, much better." She said.

Sitting at his side Lacey threw her legs over her sons lap so that she faced the window and nuzzled in close to him. This put her face slightly above his, so she was able to look down into his eyes.

Devon took a second to appreciate the close proximity of her breasts and how soft they felt resting against the side of his bare chest.

"Mmm, I like this." She said.

"Me too." He muttered, peering down at the deep canyon of cleavage pushing up against his moms top.

"So how did you like your reward earlier?" Lacey asked.

"I liked it...a lot." Devon smiled.

"I figured you would. I've known about your fascination with my panties for a long time." She said.

"You never got mad?" Devon asked.

"No. There's nothing wrong with a boy sniffing his mom's panties. It's perfectly natural to be curious." She said.

"Can I ask you something though?" Lacey said.

"Sure." Devon said.

"Do you pull on your peter while you sniff them?" She asked.

"Yeah." He muttered.

"And I would imagine you like to suck on the crotch too, right....so you can taste the juices that I've left there throughout the day?" She asked.

It wasn't easy, but Devon looked up into his moms eyes as she stared down at him.

"Uh-huh. Is that bad?" He said.

Lacey brushed his hair back with her long nails.

"Did it make you feel good?" She asked.

"Of course." He answered.

"Then how could it be bad?" She said.

"Well I don't know...cuz you're my mom I guess." He said.

"Yes that's true, but the fact of the matter is, even though I gave birth to you and changed your diapers. Even though I wiped your nose and rocked you to sleep at night...I'm still a woman. And down there...between these legs...is a pussy...just like all the pussies you had back in California, only with a lot more experience." She explained.

"Wish I had more experience." Devon said.

"Oh don't you worry sweetie, with a penis like yours, you'll soon have the girls around here clawing to get at you." Lacey said.

"You think so?" He asked.

"I know so...trust me. Mom was a horny young girl once and she knows how horny young girls think." She said with a wink.

They took a moment to stare out at the rain.

"I love this. We needed this time, didn't we?" She asked.

"Yeah, I like it too." Devon said.

"You may not know this, but I planned it this way. So you and I could get some time alone....before you father and sister arrive." She said.

"You did?" Devon asked.

"Yep, I did. I felt like we needed to reconnect...to strengthen our bond and share some intimate thoughts and moments together." She said.

"That's awesome." Devon said. 

Lacey crawled back onto her knees beside her son.

"In fact, right now...I wanna share an intimate thought with you." She said.

"Okay." Devon muttered.


The Nest



Lacey brought her lips to his ear.

"You make my heart flutter. " She whispered.

She brought her head back and looked into his eyes.

"So what do you think about that?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

"Cool." Devon blushed.

Lacey sat back on her heels. Even in the darkened room Devon could see her breasts bobble around, pushing the cotton fabric outward. Her nipples poked out invitingly. 

"Slide down onto your back." She said, glancing at the erection threatening to tear through his boxers.

Devon slid down until her rested on his back against the cushion. Lacey straddled his midsection and lay against him. The aroused teen watched in fascination as his moms boobs rolled out like soft dough against his chest. 

Lacey placed her elbows against his shoulders and propped her face against her palms, staring down at him dreamily.

"You okay with this kiddo?" She asked.

"Yeah." Devon smiled, recognizing that this was an extremely intimate position for a mother and son to be in together.

"So what is it about girls and sex that you still feel you need to learn?" Lacey asked.

"Well I don't know...I think I know what to do, but...I tend to get a little too excited when I'm with them and...well..." Devon started.

"You feel like you ejaculate sooner than you should?" Lacey asked, straight faced.

"Yeah, I guess that's it. I feel bad about it." Devon blushed.

"Oh sweetie, don't feel bad...most boys go through this, some unfortunately never learn to control it." Lacey explained.

"I wanna control it though." He answered.

"And you will...but first you have to understand why." She said.

"Why what?" Devon asked.

"Why your penis reacts that way." Lacey said.

"Cuz it feels amazing, mom." Devon giggled.

"Of course it does...but do you understand why it feels amazing?" Lacey smiled.

Devon shrugged his shoulders.

"Sweetheart, the glans on the head of your penis contain some of the most sensitive nerve endings on your body. You introduce those glans to somewhere warm, soft and wet, they're gonna react." She explained.

"Well how do I keep them from reacting?" Devon asked.

"Well that's the million dollar question, isn't it?" Lacey smiled.

"I guess so...do you know the answer?" He asked.

"I do." Lacey said confidently, gazing into his eyes.

"Will you um...help me...teach me how to control it?" Devon asked.

"Are you sure? That's usually not something a boy asks his mom to help him with." Lacey said.

"Yeah, I'm sure. If you are?" Devon asked.

"Does a baby bird learn to spread its wings before it leaves the nest?" Lacey asked.

"Yeah." He answered.

"And who shows it how to spread its wings?" Lacy asked.

"The mother bird." Devon smiled.

"That's right, momma bird. I can help you, but in order to teach you to do it right, I have to see what you're doing wrong. Does that make sense?" She asked.

"Y-yeah, but how are we gonna do that?" Devon answered, his heart racing with the possibilities.

"Well, there are few different ways we could do this., but I want you to decide which one you're the most comfortable with." Lacey said.

"Okay, well...what's the first one?" Devon asked eagerly.

"There's a bottle of baby-oil in one of my bags. I could use some to masturbate your penis, that way I can see how you react and how long it actually takes you to ejaculate." She said.

Devon felt his insides doing somersaults.

"What's the second choice?" He asked.

"I could take you in my mouth, like your girlfriends do...suck on you until you orgasm." She said with a quirky little smile.

Devon could hardly speak. He took a big gulp, which made Lacey giggle.

"Maybe I shouldn't go onto the third choice...someone's looking a little pale." She said with a giggle.

"No...it's umm...it's okay. What's the third choice?" He muttered.

"Well...I could let you settle down between my legs and uh...we could do a little bump n grind...see exactly what it is you're doing wrong." Lacey said.

"You would do that?" Devon asked.

"I wouldn't offer it as an option if I wasn't willing to do it." She said.

"What about dad?" He asked, feeling a little guilty.

"He's sleeping...in a hotel room, nine-hundred miles from here...that's all you and I need to know." She said in a serious tone. 

"Wow, all the choices sound great...but..." Devon said.

Lacey giggled and wrapped her arms up around his neck.

"Roll me over." She said, knowing exactly which choice her son wanted.

Devon rolled his mom over onto her back in the window seat. She ran her hands down his back as he now lay on top of her.

"Here's the scenario...I'm one of your girlfriends and we've just gone down to your bedroom to have sex. I want you to show me what you do. I'm not gonna stop you at all...I'm not gonna give you any pointers. You just do your thing and I'll go along with it, like one of your girlfriends would...okay?" Lacey said.

"Alright. Do you uh...do you want me to wear a condom? I have some down in my bag." He asked.

"Do you normally wear a condom with the girls you have sex with?" Lacey asked.

"Not usually." He said.

"Then the answer's no. If you usually go condomless, then I want you condomless." She said.

"But what if you get..." Devon started.

"Pregnant?" Lacey asked.

"Yeah." He answered.

"Well if you get me pregnant then I guess that'll be a natural consequence of our coupling...and we'll be filling this nursery a little sooner than I thought. " Lacey said with smile.

"Okay." Devon said.

"You ready to start?" Lacey asked.

"Uh okay, but I'm kinda nervous, mom." Devon said, rising to his knees between her legs.

"Devon, my name's Lacey, I'm not your mom...and I hope she's not around anywhere. Sure would be awkward if she found us like this." Lacey said in a sweet innocent voice.

"Oh...um, no she's not here." Devon said, getting in on the role-play.

"Oh good then would you do something for me?" She asked.

"What's that?" Devon asked.

"Would you take off my panties and fuck the shit out of me?" Lacey said, gazing up at him.

Devon's heart was racing. His cock was so fucking hard it felt like it was gonna explode.

"Uh...sure." He said.

Devon grabbed the elastic waistband of his moms boy shorts and slid them down her hips. Lacey had a tiny triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair on her pubis and Devon could see and smell the deep furrow beneath it.

After pulling her panties off he clumsily shed his boxers. His long thick erection bobbed eagerly up and down as he took position between Lacey's legs. 

Devon nervously pushed his cock-rod down into his moms cleft, dragging past her engorged clitoris until he felt the resistance give way and his bell-shaped head sink into the hot slippery orifice.

He sighed as he watched half his manhood disappear. Lacey suddenly grasped him and pulled Devon down on top of her, wrapping her legs up around him.

"Fuck me!" She cried desperately.

Lacey pushed his ass with her heels and Devon's cock plunged all the way to his nutsack. She bounced her hips, urging him to start thrusting.

Devon felt his moms strong coital walls clamp tightly around the meat of his dong as he started to hump.

"O-h-h man!" His voice quivered.

Lacey clutched his ass with her long nails, pulling him deeper inside her.

"Soo big." She whimpered, feeling him bottom-out against the head of her cervix. 

Devon's cock slipped up and down the gripping birth canal, trying to get a rhythm going. The pink spongy ridges smothered the invading rod, coaxing the glans and clutching the strong veiny shaft.

"O-h-h-h shit!" Devon said, as he felt the amazing sensations.

"Harder!" Lacey hissed, her pink nails digging into his ass.

"I gotta slow down." Devon gasped, feeling his scrotum tighten.

"No..." Lacey said, her pelvis rocking up and down, her cunt pulling at the dong.

"Fuck me harder!" She cried.

Devon felt the world around him swirl in wild euphoria. A raging unstoppable load was racing up his cock.

"UNGHH, I'M GONNA CUM!" He groaned.

Huge strands of spunk erupted from Devon's piss-hole, splashing thick white ribbons along the head of Lacey's cervix. The spitting rod flexed and lurched through the squeezing pocket of pink, rising up and back through a gooey froth of mother/son ejaculate. 

Devon bucked for almost a full minute before he finally went still and let out big satisfied sigh.

"You can be honest...pretty pitiful, huh mom?" He asked in a disappointed tone.

"No, pity is something you feel for someone who has no control over what they do. Being a better lover is something that's completely within your control...you just have to learn how." She said.

"Will you help me?" Devon asked, lifting his head and looking down at her.

"Of course I will...I told you that, but first I think we both need to rinse off. " She smiled.

"That sounds nice." He said.

Devon started the shower and went over to the toilet to pee. As a steady stream of piss shot from his dangling dong, Lacey walked in completely naked.

Devon about peed on the seat as he watched her prance towards him, her big breasts rocking and bobbling as she moved.

"Geez, mom...I'm peeing." He said.

"I can see that." She said, stopping at his side.

"Try something for me." She said, watching piss flow from his penis.

"What?" He asked.

"Clench you ass cheeks together and make yourself stop peeing." She said.

"Why?" Devon giggled.

"Just do it." She said sternly.

"Fine." Devon said, making the flow stop.

"Happy now?" He asked her.

"Very." Lacey answered, smiling up at him.

"Why?" Devon asked.

"You'll see." She said, sashaying towards the shower, making her bare buttocks sway teasingly.

"Finish peeing and come get in the shower with me. I wanna try something." She said.

Devon let the rest of the piss trickle from his prick, then he joined his mom in the shower. He stood for a second and watched her rinse her body, marveling at how amazingly sexy she looked.

He watched the water cascade down her big dangling breasts. He knew from looking at her bras that they were a 44 DD, but never realized just how big and heavy breasts that size really were.

Her cunt looked different that it did before he fucked it. Her fleshy labial pedals were large and engorged, having just been stretched around the fruit of Devon's loins.

"Well I can see someone's standing at attention again." Lacey said.

Devon looked down at his penis, rock hard and arcing way up past his belly button.

"Oh, yeah...I guess so." Devon blushed.

"Trade me spots so you can rinse off." Lacey said.

Devon rinsed off and Lacey grabbed the bottle of body wash. As her son faced her she began to run her hands over his chest, lathering him up. She looked up into his eyes and gave him a reassuring smile. This was brand new territory for them.

She squirted another big gob on her hand and stepped up close to him. Devon watched as she grasped onto his penis and began to gently stroke it up and down.

"I want you to tell me when you get close...okay?" She said.

"Alright." He sighed.

Lacey increased her speed and tightened her grip, twisting her fist along the massive dong. 

Devon put his hand on his moms shoulder, steadying himself as his knees went weak.

"Oh wow, mom...that feels really good." He muttered, as he watched Lacey shimmering breasts quiver and ripple as she stroked.

"I know it does sweetie. Don't forget to tell me when your close." She said.

"Okay, I'm almost there." He muttered.

"Can you feel the pressure start to build in your scrotum?" Lacey asked.

"Y-y-yeah." Devon answered.

"I'm gonna stroke a little slower and I want you to do what you did at the toilet...squeeze your cheeks together to stop the flow." She instructed. 

"Alright I will." Devon said.

Devon found that by doing this he was able to stop his load before it rose from his balls.

"It's working." He said.

"You're doing it sweetie. Keep tightening until it subsides." Lacey said, as she continued pulling her slippery fist up and down his rigid pole.

"Better?" She asked.

"Yeah." He sighed.

"Okay, we're gonna speed things up again sweetheart." She said, increasing her cock-milking tempo.

"Okay." Devon said.

"Hey, look at me." His mom said softly. 

Devon gazed down at his mom. Her body glistened and her hair was wet and slicked back. Her big brown eyes gazed up into his, a tiny bit of mascara running from the corners as she savored his reaction.

"Does that feel good?" She asked in a sexy mommy voice.

"Uhhh...uh-huh." He muttered.

"You need to be bucking your hips, sweetheart. Push your penis up through my hand and meet my strokes." She said.

Devon rocked his hips, meeting Lacey's every down stroke.

"That's it...that's my boy." She said.

"I'm feeling really good again." Devon sighed.

"Slow your pace and squeeze it off." Lacey said calmly.

Devon's body jerked with pleasure. Lacey held onto him, continuing a slow steady squeeze up and down his shaft.

"It feels too good. You gotta stop." Devon moaned.

"No sweetie, focus on squeezing off the pressure, stopping's not an option." Lacey said.

Devon collapsed onto Lacey's shoulder, his knees buckling.

"I can't hold it back." He goaned.

"Yes you can...you're doing awesome." Lacey said encouragingly.

"OH GOD!" He cried.

Lacey felt his cock flex in her hand and a warm oozing stream of spunk began to trickle down her fingers. Realizing the dam was about to break, she sped up her stroking.

"OH SHIT...OH GOD, MOM, I'M CUMMING!" Devon shouted as his body quivered with overwhelming arousal.

Lacey held him against her as he groaned against the soft of her shoulder. She felt hot blasting ropes of teenaged spunk splash against the butt of her tits, over and over. 

"It's okay...let it go sweetheart. That's my baby." Lacey said as she squeezed her fist expertly up and down the twitching erection.

It was a full minute of moaning and groaning before Lacey had milked ever drop from her sons peter. Devon kept his head laying against her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, it just felt too good." He said.

"Oh sweetie, it's suppose to feel good, but did you notice how much longer you lasted pinching it off that way?" She asked.

"Yeah, definitely." He said.

"Becoming a better lover takes practice. It's not gonna happen all at once. Just remember though, girls flock around the guys that can make them scream. You get good enough with that thing...you'll have them fighting over you...trust me." Lacey explained.

"Wow, how lucky am I to have a mom this cool?" He said, lifting his head and looking own at her.

"Hey, preparing our boys for the world is what we moms do. Momma bird, remember?" She smiled, then gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Devon stayed in a the shower awhile replaying the incredible experience of being fucked, then jacked off by his own beautiful mom. He soaked for a long time in the hot spray.

As he dried off he noticed a little handwritten note near the sink. It read:

HEY HANDSOME, STAY NAKED AND COME FIND ME! -MOM

Devon smiled and walked out of the master bedroom. The upstairs hallway was quiet and dimly lit. 

"Mom?" He called, but there was no answer. His voice seemed to echo through the empty house.

Suddenly a door at the end of the hall closed. Devon walked over to it, but found it locked. He discovered another note. It said:

LAY DOWN NEXT TO THE DOOR AND START STROKING THAT BIG BEAUTIFUL PENIS FOR ME

Devon chuckled, obviously his mom was playing a naughty little game with him and he decided to go along with it.

He lay down on the floor, with his head next to the door and started to massage his flaccid peter.

The door slowly creaked open, just a tad and Devon watched as a long naked tan leg extending out from the darkness. It looked so soft and baby-smooth.

His moms sexy bare foot, with its pink painted toenails, came to rest on his abdomen, then slowly slithered around the base of his shaft and slid on to his large smooth scrotum. He felt her toes clench, massaging the meat of his nuts. 

He looked up into the crack in the doorway and could barely make out the shadow of his moms face as she stared down at him.

He felt her soft toes leave his balls and trail up his chest. From this vantage point he could see the strong muscles in his moms leg flex as it retracted over him. Her toes slowly...gently grazed across his cheek, then her leg disappeared back into the room.

He heard his mom trot across the room playfully. He slid the door open just in time to see her stop by another door at the far side of the room.

Lacey gazed back at him. He could tell by her silhouetted body that she was completely naked. The form of her breasts jutted out from her chest, huge and ripe. Lacey was light and gracefully on her feet, like a barefoot high school cheerleader. 

Devon heard her giggle teasingly as she hurried out the door. He quickly got up and followed after her, his now hardened cock bobbing up and down

Reaching a back circular stairway Devon looked down from the top of the stairs just in time to see Lacey reach the first floor. She paused, flashed him a seductive look and rolled her tongue across her top lip. Devon's heart skipped a beat. Never in a million years did he think his own mother would give him this kind of look. If looks could speak, Lacey just screamed "COME FUCK ME!"

She giggled and rushed away. Devon nearly stumbled descending the stairs after her.

He got to the bottom floor and saw that the back door was open. He looked outside and saw his moms shadowy figure gracefully trotting down the hill towards the boathouse.

Lacey stopped midway and looked back at her son in the doorway. Her nude body glistened in the midnight rain. With a playfully little giggle she continued towards the boathouse, her big breasts bobbling wildly.

Devon rushed down the hill after her like a horny puppy excitedly following after the bitch in heat. 

He got to the boathouse and crept inside. It was dark and Devon could hear the water lapping against the docking area.

"Mom?" He called.

"Up here." He heard her softly whisper.

Devon turned to find a ladder leading up into a loft. He slowly climbed to the top and found a large bunk area and his moms body spread out across it.

Lacey was on her back, her legs bent at the knees and scissored apart. Devon about lost his breath as he gazed at her wet naked curves shimmering in the moonlight.

"Hi." She said in a soft, sweet yet seductive voice.

"Hi." He muttered, his heart thumping wildly.

She reached her hand out for him.

"Come here." She whispered.

That's all that had to be said.

Devon crawled up and rested against the soft saddle between her legs. He could feel the heat of her genitals as his shaft squashed against her outer lips.

He gazed into her glowing eyes. She pulled him down to her lips and after a few sensual kisses their tongues began to dance.

Devon began to prod and poke, searching for her entrance. Finally he found it and his cock-flesh sunk down into what could only be described as absolute paradise.

The warm spongy ridges along Lacey's vaginal walls licked against the meat of her sons dong as it sunk all the way to her hot inner core. Packed completely full she clutched down tight on the rod, smothering it in a grip that only an experienced mom could give.

"UUUGGNNHH!" Devon moaned in ecstasy.

His hips set in motion. Lacey prepared her body for the fuck, pivoting her hips so that her cunt was at a better angle for her sons assault. She slid her long shapely legs up around his back, their soft smooth-shaven skin still wet and slippery from the rain.

Devon's strong sturdy erection plowed steadily in and out of clutching rut. His large hairless scrotum made lewd slapping sounds as it struck the ring of Lacey's pouting butt-hole, over and over.




The Nest



As he bucked and groaned Devon lay his face against the soft of his moms neck. He could feel her slippery tits sloshing around between them. 

Of course, it wasn't long before the sensations were just to much, but he tightened his ass like his mom had taught him and slowed the pace just a little.

Lacey wasn't making it easy. She thrust her cunt up against his hard-on, over and over, trying to speed things up again. And to make it even more challenging she tightened her cunt muscles, making them ripple up and down the tender teenaged pipe.

"Oh-h-h-h mom!" Devon moaned.

He sat up, hoping the change in positioning would take the edge off. Lacey leaned her legs against his shoulders, wrapping her feet around his neck. This didn't help poor Devon's excitement level, especially when he looked down and saw her tits rolling up and down her chest.

"DAMN!" He groaned, trying with all his might to pinch off the rising cum-blast.

Lacey could tell her son was fighting off the orgasm. Not only by his slowing pace and obvious state of arousal, but also by the way his cock was pulsing and flexing inside her. She was proud that he was already making progress, but knew it would boost his ego even more if he could make her cum on his dick.

Devon found himself being guided back down onto his mom. This time her legs were thrown way back and rested on his strong shoulders. He sped up and found a nice steady rhythm.

Lacey gazed up into Devon's eyes with wild lust, as if he were really beginning to scratch the itch inside her.

"That's it, sweetie...don't stop!" She said desperately.

At this angle Devon's erection was literally plowing against Lacey's G-spot, stimulating the sensitive rubbery ridges along the top of her birth canal.

"OH GOD, DEVON, PLEASE DON'T STOP!" She cried.

Devon watched as his mom began to gasp, her mouth wide open. Her eyes began to roll back in her head. The site was enough to make his balls boil over.

"OH-H-H MOM!" He groan, his body shaking.

The walls of her cunt closed up like a clamp. Devon felt like his cock was being pushed out, but the strong rigid dong pushed forward, persisting with ball-bumping strokes.

"OOHHH FUCK!!!" Lacey's scream reverberated throughout the boathouse as her body began to shake in orgasm.

Devon groaned as thick ropes of spunk erupted from his piss-hole, soaking the quivering walls of pink pussy.

Their wet sticky bodies clutched and writhed together for a good five minutes, like two anacondas wrapped in throes of a mating ball.

"That was...amazing." Devon sighed, his head laying against his moms chest.

"Very amazing." She answered, running her fingers through his hair.

Devon lifted his head and gazed down at his mom.

"Did I make you cum?" He asked.

"You did." She smiled, staring up into his eyes dreamily.

"Wow, I've never made a girl cum before." He said proudly.

"You're using your skills, which mean you're starting to last longer before you ejaculate. I'm so proud of you." She said.

"Thanks mom." He blushed.

Lacey held her sons hand as they walked naked back to the house. She locked the door behind them and turned out the lights downstairs.

As she led him up the stairs Devon's heart was racing. He felt like the rest of the world had vanished and the only things that existed were him and his beautiful mother. There was pure magic in the air and somehow he knew he had a long night ahead of him.

"Grab your things and bring them down to our bedroom." Lacey said, as she let his hand go.

"Our bedroom? You mean you and dads bedroom?" Devon asked.

"Is your dad living in this house right now?" She asked, placing her hands on her wide birthing hips. 

"Well, no. Technically I guess not." Devon said.

"Well then technically I guess that makes it our house then doesn't it. Our house...our rules and our bedroom. Now get your things." She smiled, turning and walking into the bedroom.

Devon stood there for a second like a love-struck puppy, watching his moms bare buttocks sway back and forth as she strode towards the master bathroom. 

"Holy shit." He thought as he felt his cock slowly inflate.

Devon rushed down to his room and collected his things. When he got down to the master bedroom his mom was still in the bathroom with the door closed.

"Sweetie?" Lacey called from behind the door.

"Yeah mom." Devon answered.

"Pump the queen size air mattress up and get it ready for us okay? I'll be out in a few minutes." She said.

"Okay." Devon said.

First a room to share, now a bed. Devon was all smiles. It didn't take him long to get the air mattress pumped up and the fitted sheet on.

"Ready for bed?" He heard his mom say.

Devon spun around just as Lacey emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a crotchless nylon body stocking and her hair was back in a pony. Devon's mouth hung open. She smiled, slowly stepping towards him.

"You okay?" She asked with a knowing giggle.

"Yeah, I'm just not used to seeing you in things like that." He answered.

"Well at least I'M wearing something Tarzan." She joked, glancing down at the huge jutting erection pointing at her.

"Sorry." He blushed.

"For what? I'm all alone with a gorgeous teenager. Do you hear me complaining?" She asked.

"Do women your age like teenaged guys?" He asked.

"Yup." She smiled.

"Must be because we're horny all the time." Devon said.

"Uh-huh, just like women my age. We're two forces of nature you and I. Get us alone together like this and sparks start to fly." She said, stepping up and coiling her arms around him.

Devon felt his super-engorged cock-nob brush against his moms tiny patch of pubic fuzz. It slid down across her swollen clit, then between her legs. She stepped forward and his shaft glided across the moist groove of her heated pit.

Her nylon-encased tits mashed against his chest. His big plumb and a good two to three inches of cock meat stuck out between his moms legs from behind, crowned by her big meaty buttocks. 

"So how come guys dads age stop getting horny?" He asked as she gazed into his eyes.

"It's just what men's bodies do as they get older, sweetheart. The desire becomes less...erections aren't as strong. Their ability to really make a woman scream starts to dwindle." She explained.

"That's sad. I can't imagine being that way." He said.

"Well, that's because your in your prime, sweetie. Boys your age wanna get laid, it's all they think about. Their erections are strong and sturdy..." She said, squeezing her legs around his brick-hard meat.

"Their ability to bounce back after ejaculating is incredible. I guess they have what women my age crave." Lacey said.

"That explains a lot though cuz I hear you and dad going at it sometimes and it doesn't seem to last very long." He said.

"I know...sad huh." She said.

"But you stay with him anyway?" Devon asked.

"Of course, I love your father. Other than his dwindling desire he's a wonderful husband. A great provided for you and your sister. He bought us this big beautiful home. didn't he?" She asked.

"Yeah, but you deserve pleasure mom...you know, in bed and stuff. Do you ever think about staying with dad, but getting it somewhere else?" Devon asked.

"Of course, us housewives always think about those thing. I guess I'd just have to find someone who I could trust. Someone who could really make it worth the risk." She said.

Devon's cock flexed, his pipe squeezing up between the soft slick folds of her outer labia.

"Ohhh, do I feel an erection down there volunteering for the job?" She giggled.

"I wouldn't mind." He said.

"Well, you're certainly on your way to becoming quite the pussy-pleaser. Guess we'll have to see how much you can keep impressing me until your father and sister arrive." She smiled, staring intently into his eyes.

"I could impress you right now." Devon said confidently, his fingers sinking into the cheeks of her ass.

"You can be a hot-shot tomorrow. Tonight's all about learning. I'm not cutting any corners with you, sweetie. You need to know the difference between fucking and making love." She said.

"What is the difference?" He asked.

"Well, one, fucking, is like running a race, hard and intense. But the other, making love, is like a slow intricate dance. If done right, it can go on for hours." She said.

"Wow." Devon muttered, his heart pounding with excitement.

"We ran some good races tonight, but now I wanna teach you how to dance." Lacey said, her eyes wild and dreamy.

"Okay." Devon smiled.

Lacey gave a sensual peck on the lips.

"I'm gonna light a candle. I want you to sit on the center of the bed Indian-style." She said.

"Indian-style? Um, okay." Devon said, then hopped on the bed as Lacey turned out the lights and lit a candle.

The room was filled with a warm romantic ambiance. Devon sat Indian-style on the center of the air mattress and watched as Lacey crawled towards him. She sat on his lap facing him and wrapped her strong nylon-encased legs around his waist.

She rose her ass from his lap a little, just enough to let Devon's cock line up with her hot hovering hole. Then in one slow plunge she took she took every inch of him.

Devon sighed as he felt the warm spongy pink swallow his dong. Lacey's fleshy labia settled snuggly against his large hairless scrotum. His cock was now wrapped in a mothers embrace.

She coiled her arms around her baby for support, her face now slightly above his. 

"Lets kiss while I rock on you." She said softly.

They turned their heads slightly and began kiss soft and slow. Lacey began a gradual, fluid rocking motion with her hips, grinding their genitals together.

Easily excited, Devon tried to force his tongue into Lacey's mouth.

"Easy, sweetie, let me guide you this first time." She said.

"Okay." He muttered, his breath heavy with arousal.

"Soft, slow kisses." She said, planting little love pecks on his face, then on his lips.

Again and again their lips made wet smacking sounds as they gently made contact. 

"Mmmmm." Lacey whined in a sexy tone, as she hungrily closed her big pouty lips around her sons over and over.

Pre-cum drooled from Devon's piss-hole and mixed with Lacey's slippery vaginal secretions, creating a nice creamy lubricant for his bulging pipe to slither and lurch. Devon felt like he was stirring his cock in warm fleshy pudding.

"That's better. Now open your mouth and lets flutter our tongues together." She said.

Devon opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Lacey started by closing her lips around it and sucking it like a cock, up and down a few times. Each time he disappeared into her mouth Devin felt his moms tongue flailing wildly against his.

After she was done sucking, Lacy's long pink snake slithered from her mouth and began to flutter and thrash against her sons. Devon licked back, but was amazed at the speed and strength of his moms tongue. 

Lacey had one of those long serpent-like tongues that could probably reach the tip of her nose. And although Devon was doing his best, he simply couldn't compete with the way her snake was whirling and twisting around his. As the tips of their tongues played together Devon opened his eyes and watched his mom work her magic.

Lacey's head was tilted, her eyes closed. Her mouth was wide open and her elongated tongue was mostly still now accept for the pointy tip, which danced against Devon's tongue with amazing speed.

"Wow, your tongue's amazing mom." He muttered.

She opened her eyes and smiled.

"Oh sweetheart, you haven't even begun to see how amazing it can be." She smiled.

Staring into his his eyes Lacey took a long wet lick across his cheek. She left a trail of hungry kisses across the sides of his face, then began to nibble at his ear.

"Do you like it baby? Do you like to feel mommy gripping onto that thick erection." She whispered.

Her warm vaginal grip tightened around his throbbing boner as she flexed her coital walls. Devon's body reacted with an excited shiver.

He felt his moms tongue snake against his ear...under it...around it...inside of it, probing and wiggling.

"Mmm, you like this don't you, baby boy? In bed with mom...makin' sweet love." She whispered naughtily.

He hugged her body tighter, trying to flatten her tits even more against his chest. Sensing this, Lacey separated their chests for a second. She looked down at her huge tits, heaving against the stretchy transparent covering.

"Rip it." She said, gazing at her son.

Devon grabbed the fabric between her tits and tore it easily. Pounds of motherly breast-meat came spilling out. She threw them against him, buried her face in his neck.

"Holy shit." Devon sighed, aroused by his moms aggressiveness.

As Lacey plowed her tongue against the tendons in her sons neck, her hips continued a constant fluid rocking up and back...up and back. Devon's big balls rose and fell again and again as they lay tucked between the pillowy cheeks of Lacey's buttocks.

Devon gazed down at his moms wide child-bearing hips. They moved like a machine that was custom-made to glide this way while she grinded on cock. 

The rain pelted the windows in the dark emptiness outside, reminding Devon of just how isolated he and his mom were from the rest of the world right now.

Between the hot slippery cunt-grinding and the way his mom was lapping at his neck, Devon's balls were starting boil.

He tightened his ass, tried to think of something else.

"I wonder how the fishing is in the lake...bet it's the first thing dad does when he gets here." He thought.

Then he felt guilty for thinking of his dad at that moment. He knew the gorgeous woman on his lap was his dads property and that he was trespassing. But he knew that when an owner's away and the property is willing, trespassing is inevitable.

"Dad deserves this." He muttered.

Lacey stopped licking and looked at her son.

"What?" She said with a quirky smile.

"He deserves this, what we're doing. Any guy who has a woman like you, who can do this to them every day and does nothing about it, deserves to be cheated on." He explained.

Lacy ran her hand gently across his cheek.

"You are a sweetheart, you know that?" Lacey said, looking as through she could cry.

"I'm your sweetheart." Devon said, flexing his rod.

"Yes you are. My young, handsome, big-dicked sweetheart." She said, gazing at him with fluttering eyelids.

Lacey lowered herself onto her back, taking Devon with her. Her legs had a tight grasp on him, keeping him tucked inside her soft saddle. They kissed passionately.

Devon was overcome with desire and began to really buck his hips and sock it to her. Lacey clutched onto his ass and broke this kiss for a moment.

"Slow down, sweetie. Pace yourself." She whispered.

Devon slowed and found a nice steady unhurried rhythm. His long teenaged love-pipe glided in and out of the warm clutching grip of his mom's hungry cunt. The gooey ridges along her inner walls smothered his meaty lance with every down stroke.

"Oh mom, this feels soooo good." He sighed, as he looked down into her gleaming eyes.

"I want you to let yourself go. Let your body do the work...while you look into my eyes and our minds float away together into a cloud of pleasure." Lacey softly whispered.

"O-okay." Devon muttered.

Devon indeed felt as though he was falling into a trance as he was nose to nose with his mom, his eyes lost inside of hers. As if on auto-pilot his hips kept working, thrusting his peter up and down his mother's pleasure-pocket.

"Oh Dev...oh sweetie...this is beautiful." She whispered softly.

Thunder RUMBLED outside.

Candlelight flickered.

Hips rocked in unison.

Huge tits sloshed as they lay plastered against the flesh of a teenaged chest.

The heels of two tiny bare feet pushed against a bucking ass.

Eyes fixed, glazed with lust.

This was love-making at it's most intense.

"OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM!" Lacey's voice quivered as she stared into her sons eyes.

Her body stiffened and Devon felt her clutching legs tremble against him. Lacey's eyes closed as her face became red and contorted.

"Holy shit, mom." He muttered, in awe of the site beneath him.

Devon pinched off his own explosive orgasm and continued to sock it to her with long steady thrusts.

Lacey screamed in orgasm, her body shaking violently.

Mom and son rolled onto their sides as the desperate love making went on and on into the night.

They were no longer two bodies, but one ball of twisting, pounding flesh. They rolled and fucked...their pelvises grinding...and at times slapping together with wild abandon. 

After nearly two hours of impressive pussy prodding Devon's body trembled as he blew his nuts deep inside the hot smothering throat of Lacey's love-canal.

Words went unspoken as they lay there in the candlelight... kissing...gazing into each others eyes. Thunder RUMBLED outside.

Devon could feel the juice of his load running down across his balls as his flaccid cock remained tucked in his moms sheath. 

He sighed as she gave his peter gentle squeezes with her strong coital muscles. Lacey felt her sons lance twitch...and she knew it was going to be a long sleepless night.

The next morning sunlight lit up the kitchen. Lacey's cell phone sat on the counter ringing over and over, but there was no one there to answer it.

From the upstairs, came the forceful, repetitive THUMPING of two bodies humping passionately on an air-mattress.

Echoing through the empty house, came the orgasmic screams of a middle-aged mom. Momma bird had taught her son how to spread his wings and fly...but she wasn't quite ready for him to leave the nest just yet.



The Netball Girls



After my first year at college I returned to my parents' home for the summer. Now, summer in Britain translates to about three hot weeks in June or July but as my home town was a coastal resort I found part-time work at the holiday camp on the outskirts of our town.

The camp consisted of mobile homes and caravans, rented for periods of time with a central complex containing bars, a disco, shops, etc. Because we were fortunate to have a few miles of high sand dunes and a pretty good beach the camp was almost always full during the summer and a good place to find seasonal work.

My girlfriend at the time, a local girl called Kerry, also worked in the camp so it was pretty convenient for our relationship. What was even better was the camp's close proximity to the sprawling sand dunes and because we were both still living with our respective parents, the dunes became our secret little place for a bit of passion.

We wangled it that our shifts often coincided, trying to get mornings or lunchtimes in the bar or restaurant which meant we could sneak off to the beach in the afternoon when, and if, the sun was shining.

We knew the dunes were busy on hot days but that seemed to make Kerry even hotter sometimes. She was nineteen, tall, long-legged with nice high, firm breasts – a good handful topped by wide aureole and perky brown nipples. She had sallow skin that made her appear permanently tanned and along with big sparkling brown eyes and straight silken dark locks she exuded an exotic quality. As we became more daring in our sexual fun deep in the dunes I discovered her particular kink of loving to get completely naked and give me a blow job until the point of orgasm when she'd then direct my cum onto her chin and tits.

This happened quite a few times after our initial bit of daring and she eventually explained the buzz of getting naked in public – secluded though our spot was – got her hornier than she'd ever been in her life and her thing was to suck on my dick and make me cum all over her. She said it got her off without hardly needing touched and a further thrill was to parade about naked while I recovered for some full sex. She claimed the possibility of getting caught raised her arousal to uncontrollable levels.

Well, like any guy, having a nineteen year old hottie tell you all this and act upon it was a kick enough; to actually be the subject of her sexual fantasies and partake in them was a dream come true; let's just say I walked about with a perma-smile that summer, bugging the hell out of my grumpy old man.

On one of the hottest days of the year we both finished just after lunch and headed down to out favourite spot. To get there amongst the higher dunes we always needed to traverse the main stretch of beach – not a deep beach but quite long and very sandy with the rolling dunes just beginning to form a backdrop.

On the walk we'd usually be able to judge how busy the dunes would be – there were always people walking about them, either up to no good like us or just taking the air. You always saw the voyeurs as well, heads moving about like meerkats checking for predators. These were the guys I expected to catch us every time, but if any had then they certainly knew how to keep hidden – I always looked about for watchers, mildly wary but moreso buzzed by the idea of anyone seeing us and getting turned on; Kerry's enthusiasm for public sex play was catching.

That day, the beach was much busier than usual. That always made me a bit nervous but Kerry seemed to get the opposite effect – stimulation. As we hadn't indulged for nearly a week due to a rainy spell, she was incredibly bright-eyed and eager to get there, wearing just a bikini top and a tiny pair of shorts that moved beautifully as her taut ass swayed along the beach.

My heart leapt about a hundred yards from our destination just as we were climbing towards the dunes; A shout, both our names called. We looked about and pinpointed the source – five girls laid out on towels. It took me a few moments to recognise them – some of a netball youth team staying at the camp whilst competing in our town's annual summer invitational. The girls all went to a college some few hundred miles away – one that I'd considered and so I'd got talking to them while at work in the camp. The fact that most of the team was young, fit and pretty helped as well, of course.

Anyway, Kerry wanted to go over and talk and dragged me along. Because of the anticipation of some fun in the dunes I was already sporting a semi under my shorts so had to make moves to conceal it when stood looking down at five fit bodies clad in lovely little bikinis. We all had shades on, so I got some fun checking out the girls while they chatted mainly to Kerry.

We got an invite to join them and while the idea was pretty tempting Kerry knocked it back straight away, saying we had our own choice sunbathing spot in the dunes and had better get there before it was taken. So we departed with big smiles and a cheeky grin from the most outgoing of the girls, a brunette called Morven. I think she was their captain, maybe just because she was the loudest and most forthright. I might have picked her as captain myself just for the great figure she possessed - bigger tits than Kerry with hips to complete the hourglass and strong legs that had not a pick of excess flesh on them; perfectly toned they were. I liked her eyes but concealed then by shades, her pouting lips would suffice for some fantasising as Kerry sucked on my dick.

Kerry led the way up into the sands and minutes later we found our spot. It was a spacious depression some six feet down between dunes along the top of which some sparse bushes were spread intermittently. It gave decent cover and made for a hot little sunspot. After laying out towels and having a drink, she virtually leapt on me and started some heavy kissing. During this session I definitely caught sight of someone along the top of the dunes. Hesitating, Kerry asked what was up then stood to check it out when I told her. 

I lay there, a tent pitched in my shorts as she scrambled up the dune to peek over. It turned out it was someone – a guy who'd cruised past. She didn't know if he was gay or straight, she said, because he hadn't looked back. But the very fact he'd been there seemed enough for Kerry in her horned-up state. On her way back down to me she removed her bikini top to reveal those fabulous perky tits, nipples erect. I lay with a big grin and throbbing hardon. Kerry stood over me, smiling down, then slipped off her little white shorts.

She didn't have any underwear on – nor a bikini bottom. The look on my face made her grin some more as I looked right up between her taut spread thighs and gazed at her pussy – a lovely neat set of shaven puffy lips and a mound bearing a clipped triangle of dark pubic hair. Her white bikini lines against her sallow skin tone as the bright sunlight lit every dip and curve of her smooth flesh just added to my arousal.

She told me to get my cock out and let her see me jerk. I did so in record time. Kerry remained standing over me but rhythmically rubbed fingers along her own slit as I fisted my dick and fondled my balls with my other hand.

I could hear her juices building as her fingers squelched into her hole, and then saw the moisture run between her legs as her pussy became really wet. Kerry began to moan, concentrating more on her clit. 

Something caught my eye just behind and to the left of her – movement between some bushes. A head? Definitely a figure, solid but shadowed. I debated internally whether to tell her – I was both turned on and cautious about it. After a few seconds I told her in a loud whisper.

Kerry didn't stop her masturbation. I asked again whether she'd heard me. She groaned a yes, but said she wasn't stopping. Was it him, she asked? I looked again, couldn't make out the person fully because of the strong sunlight. Said I didn't know; possibly.

That set Kerry off. She rubbed at her pussy, moaning loudly, her hips swaying and tits shaking delightfully. I was still wanking but nowhere near cumming although my head was swimming with the events. Kerry came on her fingers, actually splashing some juices onto me as her legs buckled; that certainly made my mind up to ignore the voyeur and get some action.

I didn't need to ask. Kerry dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock with her soft mouth. This presented her beautiful ass and open wet gash towards the voyeur's position above us atop the dune.

The thought of his view was thrilling and I grasped Kerry by the hair as she went to work on my cock with enthusiasm, moaning her lust.

I was torn between watching her tongue lick around the bulbous head of my cock and glancing up to see our voyeur. I got a shock. They were moving. I say they because I suddenly realised there was more than one person behind those bushes. I counted three silhouettes. My heart thundered in my chest. I was more alarmed than horny. Three could be trouble. But the first true glimpse of our voyeurs caused me to gasp - I saw a female form lead the other two to a different vantage point. Definitely female. And the other pair definitely female also. 

They were moving round the side, I realised, in order to get a better look at my cock! Never mind Kerry's splendid ass and pussy – it seemed I was the main interest of these female voyeurs.

My mind was in turmoil. My gasps of shock then realisation were misinterpreted by Kerry – she took them as a sign of arousal and attacked my cock with more vigour. The sudden dual stimulation caught me out and I felt the sap rising; too quick to put a stop to it.

I announced I was about to cum in a breathless hiss. Kerry sat back, feeling my balls and working her hand up and down my shaft at pace. Her lovely face was a picture of desire as she wanked me off, guiding my jerking cock at her tits. I sprayed those firm orbs with jism, gasping and looking towards our voyeurs. They were very evident, scrambling to see better as I came. 

It gave them away. The sun revealed them completely. I recognised Morven instantly, and the other two netball girls I knew as Tina and Christine.

The wide-eyed looks on their faces were a picture. Their shock at our antics and then their realisation they were discovered was hilarious. They ducked down. I chuckled. Kerry was rubbing my cum all over her tits, rolling her hard nipples. She opened her hooded, lustful eyes fully, her expression curiosity. She followed my gaze, asked if that's where our voyeur was. I didn't tell her who, just nodded and smiled.

With a wicked grin, she stood up naked and ran up the dune. I don't know who got the biggest shock – Kerry or the netball girls; they all shrieked. Kerry dropped to the sands, a picture of succulent nudity on the slope, all bubble butt and long legs.

I laughed, called out they'd been caught. Kerry stood up, initial fright replaced by a something approaching anger. She demanded the girls get over the edge and down into our hollow. 

Two of them did, Morven leading the way trying not to appear embarrassed or sheepish. The third ran off, which had Kerry laughing.

I made a scrambled attempt to cover my subsiding dick with my shorts as Morven stalked down the sloping dune towards me, her firm legs flexing and glistening under the sun, her full tits quivering nicely. Behind her, carrying their bags was Tina, another tall slim netball chick. The great thing about them was that they all had long, lithe legs and looked damn fit. Tina didn't quite have a chest to match Morven's but her little tits were nice and firm beneath a yellow bikini. She did have a very sweet face, however, all light brown flicked hair and innocent eyes. She shot me a dazzling, if somewhat embarrassed smile as they all approached.

Kerry was defiantly naked, and due to her smearing my cum all over her chest then diving down onto the sand bank, her torso was covered in sand which made her tits and nipples look sculpted from the stuff. When she came right up to me I could still see the shine of her pussy juices all around her crotch and her labia were still aroused and swollen. I felt my cock twitch again as the three girls stood around me.

Morven offered profuse apologies to us, Tina seconding. They had followed our trail up to see what the dunes were like when the other two girls on the beach with them had decided to go back to the camp for a snack. The third netball voyeur, a statuesue blonde called Christine whom I'd cast an appreciative eye over during my camp work, had lost her nerve and ran upon discovery, offering them a lame excuse about having to meet up with some guy. 

Kerry's indignation had subsided a bit and she joked at Christine's panic and told the girls that she'd thought they were male at first. Morven asked a few questions about our exploits and we got into a conversation about voyeuring, open-air sex and how much fun it all was. Kerry crouched beside me and told the two girls to sit down because we didn't want to attract even more attention from the busy beach. 

It was kind of surreal, me sitting there with a cock approaching semi-erection once more, covered only by my loosely-placed bunched-up shorts. Every time I glanced to the side, Kerry's squatting position gave me sight of her wet pussy, lips gaping apart, clit budding from its hood. I suspected she was enjoying this exposue more than she might admit, even though it was two girls who'd joined us. Her nipples were solid and her face flushed not just with the heat.

I forced my eyes ahead at the two netball payers but there wasn't much there to quell my ardour either – both in bikinis with fine, toned bodies and Morven sitting legs akimbo, her small stripy bikini bottoms more the wicked weasel variety than panties. When she squirmed to get more comfortable in the sand I got a fabulous camel-toe as her bikini pulled up tight between what looked like a very defined set of pussy lips. Tina, more nervous and unsure of where to look, sat with her knees up, arms folded on top.

Morven asked if we always came up there – got our story of how it was our little private love nest. She joked that it wasn't that private at all was it? This opened up a conversation about Kerry's kink for being naked in the open air and the fun that it gave her. Morven commented on her uninhibited pose, not bothering to cover up. I asked that surely the netball girls were naked around one another in the changing rooms and showers, etc. They agreed it happened frequently, yes, but there was never a sexual connotation like there was being naked amongst sand dunes.

To my surprise it was the shyer Tina who asked if we sunbathed naked all the time. Because we usually got naked and had sex, our lust-driven nudity would end up with a nude sunbathing session so we had to say yes, but not always intended.

Then Kerry popped the killer question: "If you want to know what it's like, then why don't you try it?" she fired at them.

Two things happened then – my eyes popped wide open and my dick visibly moved under the shorts. Morven giggled. Kerry laughed and said, "Oh don't mind Andy. He's used to naked women on the beach. . ."

Morven looked me square in the eye, tossed her brunette locks and gave a wicked pout, slyly asking me, "Will you go naked as well, Andy?"

I smiled, looked down at the shorts, my only covering and shot back, "I am already. . ."

Tina said she was worried about anyone hearing about it. Kerry told her not to be stupid – that we hardly wanted anyone back at the camp to know so why would we tell anyone else? I nodded like a hungry dog. I'd have nodded at anything right then, just to see how far the girls would go.

The two netball girls had to agree. I took a quick glance at Kerry – noted to my wonder and arousal that she was now kneeling up and her parted thighs made her pussy's state highly noticeable – her cunt was open and wet; I could see her pink inner lips splayed. I realised then that this situation was having a dramatic effect on her. She was still highly aroused and despite the newcomers being female, I suspected Kerry was just buzzed to have been caught naked in any case.

Now she had the further motivation of seeing how far these voyeurs would go when the tables were turned. She dared Morven to take her bikini off. Morven narrowed her eyes and asked what kind of effect that would have on me. Kerry told her she'd take care of that.

I was sat there thinking if I much liked being two horny chicks plaything; I decided I did, after about two milliseconds, when Morven untied her bikini top, dropped it with a sexy smile and revealed those two marvellous globes, each big, firm only the way a young woman's can be with two small aureole yet nipples very thick and prominent. Her white bits were pure as snow. Eyes turned to Tina, who looked at first like she might bottle it but with a sigh, slowly loosed her own top and kept both tits covered by her hands.

"Come on, said Morven," and Tina showed us her little pale tits with two jutting pink nipples longer than either Kerry's or Morven's.

I was asked if the girls' met with my approval. Of course, I agreed with a big smile and nod of my head – I couldn't find my voice to speak.

Kerry squeezed my cock through the shorts, got me rising towards full length again. Morven gave a giggle, Tina covered her mouth with her hand. Morven's big tits shook and settled. She said that she only ever went topless abroad and that this was quite exciting. Kerry and Tina agreed, chatted about the freedom of it.

My cock throbbed as they declared their fondness for nudity, whilst Morven's camel-toe held my gaze. She saw me, asked cheekily if they should take off their bikini panties as well.

I wasn't about to be denied the greatest thrill of my young life so I managed to speak and seriously stated that they really should experience fresh-air nakedness, and that there was nothing to worry about. 

The netball girls looked at one another. Then Morven gazed at Kerry – taking in her sandy torso and lovely wet pussy I noted. She asked Kerry if it really was worth it. Kerry bade her try it herself and find out. With a theatrical sigh - intended to tease me, I reckoned – Morven placed her legs together, pulled her knees up and slipped her bikini bottoms right down and off those sculpted pins. She tossed them aside but held her position so that her legs and feet tantalisingly covered her tits and pussy; it was agonising for me and my dick ached at the sight. Morven shot me a naughty wink. Kerry laughed.

Tina was told to follow suit. I think Morven being the team captain and from what I'd seen the most assertive of the netball girls, had an effect. Tina, already nervous with her topless state, looked mortified at the initial thought of full nudity. But seeing Morven's pose she relented and with a pearly-white smile, copied her captain. She gave a long, fluttery breath as she manoeuvred her bikini panties off. But her legs were longer, more fawn-like and her co-ordination more awkward. 

It was the perfect recipe to give me a mindblowing sight – she didn't quite manage the same degree of coverage Morven had as she removed her panties. Her calves and ankles were not synchronised, and parted while she peeled the bikini off her feet. I was granted the heart-quickening, dick-bursting view of Tina's bare pussy bulging from between her butt-cheeks. For a slim girl her cunt was meaty, full outer labia and equally large inner labia which protruded, surrounded by a closely-cropped light-brown bush around the lips and a surprisingly thick curly triangle on her mound. She even rocked back slightly, making an annoyed little straining growl as she fiddled with her troublesome bikini. This gave a quick flash of her puckered little anus and forced her big pussy open just slightly – but enough for me to notice the glisten of moisture under the dazzling, but wonderfully revealing sunlight.




The Netball Girls' Last Day



My 19 year-old girlfriend, Kerry, and I had developed the wonderful habit of getting au naturel in the high dunes of a local public beach during a summer home from college. Whilst we were working at our town's holiday camp – a central complex of bars and restaurants surrounded by rental caravans, chalets and mobile homes – we had an encounter in the dunes with two of a girls' netball team who were staying at our camp and playing in a nearby tournament. I wrote of our first encounter last month – see 'The Netball Girls' (Exhibitionist&voy)

The rest of that week had been a bummer due to inclement weather. But by the weekend the skies had cleared again and Kerry was still buzzing with the thrill of being caught – pleasantly surprising to me as I had seemed to get the best deal there, but Kerry did concede that whilst not bisexual she found the sight of the two netball girls getting naked and horny quite exhilarating.

Because of the girls' netball tournament and our shifts we had only met them again in passing. Morven, the voluptuous team captain, had given me a cheeky wink and shaken her ass at me but slim Tina had looked pretty embarrassed. There had been some knowing looks from the other girls on the team and I wondered that our little afternoon fun had not gone unremarked upon.

But by the time Kerry and I made it to the beach on the Saturday afternoon the girls were not around. We were more preoccupied with getting our favourite spot ahead of any transients who had no idea how precious the recessed dunes' confines were to us. 

How thrilling it was to be naked in there with my nubile brunette girlfriend and watch her strut around, firm young titties shaking, tight butt rolling, tossing her long shiny locks as we both surreptitiously scanned the smooth rolling tops of the enclosing dunes and the intermittent batches of scrub for loitering voyeurs.

Every time some passing head or curious shadow was sighted I knew Kerry would be getting wetter between her lithe, tanned thighs. Her kink for being voyeured naked and horny had grown stronger that year - a wonderful revelation to any young bloke, as I've mentioned previously.

That particular day I was desperate to see her naked again – not possible since our netball girls' encounter due to work, weather and parents' schedules. So although the beaches were busy, we spent little time scanning for any of the girls and focussed our energies on securing our spot up in the high dunes. With much relief we found our niche unoccupied, although with signs of fleeting habitation – footprints, a disturbance where someone might have lain – many in fact when Kerry remarked on it. I was glad the party had quit or moved on closer to the sea.

We reached a bit of an impasse when we had put our towels and bags down – I had just struggled into my shorts when I caught Kerry standing there shooting me a curious look. She was down to her lovely white lacy bra and thong panties. She asked if we were going to wear our swimsuits at all. I stammered – well, I was for now but I wasn't stopping her going naked. She told me with a grin that she hadn't even brought her bikini. I felt an immediate buzz in my groin. I looked at her ripe high tits with tan mounds swelling above the bra's confines, down her smooth brown flat belly to the lacy white patch, looking for her clipped dark triangle beneath. What the hell had I been thinking?

Kerry watched my roving eyes, my swelling cock bulging my shorts, called me a horny devil and jumped on me. I fell back, half on sand and my towel, the heat of the sun and my horny, lovely young girlfriend's flesh sizzling mine. A perfect moment. Interrupted. 

A guy's voice from atop the dune announced to others that he'd found us. He certainly had – Kerry with a squeal sliding off me and sitting on her towel, bunched up; me leaning up on my elbows with a heck of a scowl as this guy about our age clumsily staggered down the side of a dune towards us. He looked familiar, but it didn't stop me asking him what the fuck was going on. Before he could reply, more figures fell out of the dazzling horizon, sliding down into our idyll. More welcome figures. I saw Morven and Tina, and a statuesque blonde girl, Christina, who'd run off the first time they had surprised us at play.

They all said hello, and I recognised the guy at last – he was a stocky, blonde-haired local young farmer called Mikey who often frequented the holiday camp's bars at the weekends on the pull. It looked like he'd snared Christine – he hung a loose arm around her as they all stood facing us. Like me he was just wearing a pair of beach shorts. Morven, being the most forward announced they had come to prove to Mikey just what we got up to in the dunes. They'd been the ones here earlier who'd left the prints and she thought we'd chickened out because we'd been caught by her and Tina a few days back. Turned out it was their last day and most of the other girls were busying themselves packing. I knew Christina has seen a bit of our shenanigans before she ran of previously but I wondered if she knew Morven and Tina had joined in a bit?

Slim Tina was stood there quiet as a mouse, her yellow bikini bottoms and long legs drawing my eye beneath the oversize pink T-shirt she wore like a short dress. She shot me a coy smile. Morven looked sassy, hands on kinked hips, tapping her bare foot; she had a camouflage vest-top on which quivered nicely as her big full tits shook underneath. Those prominent nipples of hers were straining the material. Her white shorts were a size too small and tight enough to reveal a tell-tale cameltoe. Bikini? I doubted it.

Christina had a really lovely, galvanising face, bright blue eyes perfectly suited to her shining blonde hair which flowed in symmetry either side of her high cheekbones – a bit like Debbie Harry in her 70s Blondie days. She also looked very Scandinavian with her powerful frame – I mean in a sexually-charged way, not overtly muscular – which was superbly proportioned. Her breasts – I thought around a firm 38 inch chest were – were concealed by a tight ethnic-patterned T which cut off just above her bejewelled belly-button which also had a sun tattoo around it. Like Morven she wore a small pair of white shorts –more like hotpants; but here I could make out a bikini beneath, the vague pattern similar to her T-shirt. I couldn't work out if she was as forthright personality–wise; remember, she had run like a scared rabbit when we caught them all voying us back in the week.

Kerry was a bit miffed at being disturbed and their insistence on joining us down in our secluded spot without invitation. She asked Morven if she thought we were performers or something, and who exactly had she told?

Mikey cooled everyone's jets by assuring Kerry it was a secret he wouldn't spread and that netball girls were heading home so no other locals would bug us. But Kerry posed the question on my lips – did Mikey and Christina know that Morven and Tina had been unable to keep their own clothes on or fingers still? By Mikey's raised eyebrows and Christina's gasp of surprise, I laughed knowing that was a 'no'.

Tina went bright red; Morven shook her head with a twisted smile – 'rumbled'. Christina couldn't believe it – her and Morven traded shock and 'so what's. Then Morven turned back on Kerry smirking that Kerry had dared her and she'd met the challenge. Now they'd caught us again and what was Kerry going to do about it sat there in her underwear? Would she get changed into her bikini in front of Mikey and Christina, seeing as she liked to be watched so much?

Kerry was blushing –I didn't know whether with embarrassment or anger. Mikey looked at me, raised his eyebrows; I gave a wink and a smile back. Kerry said in a challenging voice that she had 'forgotten' her bikini. Morven cracked a wicked smile, asked if she was just going to sit there in her underwear or do her usual 'thing' of sunning naked? Kerry shot back with a 'what are you going to do?' 'Watch, if you like' was all Morven said.

I was suspecting Morven had liked seeing Kerry naked more than I'd realised. Kerry declared she wasn't damn well going naked for their curiosity and that if they wanted to share our secret place then they could join us in sunning naked. That brought a gasp from Christina, and a grin of pure relish from Mikey, before he glanced at me and said, 'No way?'

I just smiled and shrugged; this was the girls' call. Kerry told Morven that if she was so keen she could go first. Morven dared her back. So Kerry challenged her to a race – first up to the top of a rise and back down into the bowl; loser drops a bit of clothing.

To mine and Mikey's delight, Morven took up the gauntlet immediately, confident in her netball fitness I presumed. But she hadn't reckoned with Kerry's natural fitness and familiarity with scaling the dunes. They raced up the neasrest sandbank at my shout, Christina and Tina giggling, yelling them on, Mikey clapping. A great sight – my Kerry's tanned, ass, bare but for the thong string tucked between her undulating cheeks and Morven's firm ass-cheeks pumping away under those tiny white shorts as they scrambled up the slope. Kerry hit the top first, touching a hand to it, but Morven cheated a bit - turned as Kerry touched, got ahead on the downslope, fell a bit but made it back first. Kerry arrived breathless and calling her out. 

We were laughing, and I got a buzz when Morven demanded Kerry take off her bra. Cheeks red with indignation, Kerry looked at us all, shrugged and freed her lovely jutting boobs, her brown tips perked up, chest rising and falling with every deep breath. Mikey made a hollow whistle of appreciation, his mouth dry, gave a small clap. 

Kerry wasn't finished. Seeing Morven leaning over to get her breath back, brunette locks dangling, she demanded 'Again!' Morven asked for time, but Kerry claimed that as loser, the next race was her call.

So they raced off once more at my shout. Morven's more voluptuous form trailed again, but watching each pair of strong smooth legs climb away was lovely. Kerry's tits shook as she raced with grim determination. This time, she won easy – Morven actually stopped at the top, laughing, out of puff. 

Kerry stood in front of us all, boobies rising and falling as she gasped in great breaths, but grinned in triumph. Morven scrambled downhill, started to lift her top. I waited in anticipation of those big tits shaking loose. But Kerry told her to stop. It was Kerry's call as winner – she told Morven to drop her shorts.

That gave her pause. The curvy team captain glanced around, a bit hesitant. Mikey was agog - all his dreams coming true. I wanted to see that shaven haven again, so I egged her on. Christina and Tina were both a picture, hands held over their mouths, wide-eyed at the antics going on.

Kerry stood, arms folded under her lovelty tits, waiting. Morven sighed, laughed then slid her shorts down her shapely legs. She stood up full height, tipped her hips and spun her little white shorts around on a finger. She gave Mikey and I a challenging look as we took in this bottomless beauty Like I thought – bare beneath her shorts. We looked on at her, naked below the waist, her smooth abdomen gently curving to an equally smooth mound and the beginning of her slit between closed thighs. Amazing. Mikey choked. Morven winked, grinning with bravado.

I was pitching a tent in my shorts. Morven said to Kerry, 'Right, best of three. . .' and with that threw her shorts at Kerry and turned and sprinted up the slope. The sight of her bare ass and glimpses of her long slit between the backs of her thighs as she climbed was mindblowing. Kerry chased, but was lagging behind. Morven beat her easily to the top and all our eyes were on the sexy bruntette as she clambered back down, this time having to open her thighs more for balance, thus revealing her smooth pussy in every detail as she came towards us. Kerry staggered back a poor second. Morven, energised with her daring, demanded Kerry remove her thong. She did, after shooting me a glance, smiling wanly at Mikey, then dropping it and kicking it off.

The girls giggled, clapped. Mikey said 'Hey, wow!' or something. I was the most shocked because since our last dune fun my girlfriend had evidently shaven off her neat pubic triangle. She was now standing completely naked, her beautiful tan skin accentuated by those white bikini lines, and now a gleaming smooth pudenda. She smiled at me, mouthed, 'surprise'.

'I win' declared Morven. 'Who's next?' Christina looked horrified, Tina apprehensive. 'Both at once! Easy!' Morven claimed.

Surprisingly, Tina took her up, nudged Christina with a 'Let's beat her naked'. Mikey told Christina she'd breeze it, no problem. I didn't give the three of them time to back out – I counted down from five and yelled 'Go!'

Tina raced into a lead, lighter and faster than the other two. We still got a great view of Morven's bare pussy, then an even better one on the downward leg – Tina slipped, fell into the sandy slope, Christina tripped over her, then Morven, trailing, jumped the two of them, lost her balance and tumbled ass-over-tit right down. Her legs were flailing and each roll spread that pussy and ass wide for our goggling eyes. But her tumble was not in vain – she beat the other fallers.

Tina and Christina lagged in as Morven shook sand from her hair and told them to get ready to forfeit. She stopped them dead as they tried to remove their tops. Then Morven pointed at Tina's yellow bikini bottoms and said, 'Nope, you got to join me, sister. . .Get them off.'

My buzz increased tenfold. Kerry, already naked, standing looking on uninhibited. Morven bottomless and showing every nook of her crotch. Now Tina, ordered to join her. Tina gritted her teeth, asked if she had to. She never even got an answer – it was in the stare. So she gripped her bikini sides and took them off, raising one leg chest-high to do so and giving Mikey and I a great view of her thick brown bush. She hadn't attended to those curls on her mound but what was an exciting surprise was the state of her undercarriage – previously I'd seen her lips through a curtain of short-clipped pubes. In the days since, Tina had taken a razor to them and now I had a glimpse of her meaty big pussy completely unfettered. It looked even more erotic against her slim hips, uncovered by the hem of her T which reached only the top of her mound. And when she returned her foot to the sand, even both legs closed couldn't hide what the shave had revealed - those bulging folds peeking out below her triangle. She gazed at Mikey and I, coy beneath her flick of light brown hair, innocent gaze full of excitement. 

Morven said that was cool and stood beside her, bumping bare hips in fun. Two hotties together, their bare pussies also together below their tops. Too hot for me – I crouched to conceal my thumping wood. Mikey, realising my motive, did likewise.

Morven noticed, told us to stand up because it was only fair the girls got to see our bulges. We told her to beat it – we were judging the races. She just laughed and told Christina to drop her shorts. Because she had a bikini on, Christina did so with only a little hesitation, still aghast at Morven and Tina's state. She made a comment about not going any further if someone else got naked but Morven shushed her, told her it was good fun, and got the girls ready to go again. 

I really wanted to see Christina lose, but she damn well won, beating a tired Morven and Tina narrowly. In victory she demanded the girls get their tops off. Morven did so slowly and sexily, knowing full well she was teasing us guys. Those full tits of hers fell into place as she took her tight camo-top over her head – the perfect hourglass figure she had brought a sigh from Mikey. Her thick long nipples looked fit to burst. In her eyes, the excitement was vivid, just like some days earlier. The way she shuffled her thighs together as she divested her top got me thinking she was desperate to touch herself. 

Kerry clapped her, enjoying their rivalry and now joint nudity. Christina said that was enough, but was cut short when Tina lifted off her pink T to reveal she still had her yellow bikini top covering her small perky breasts. The sight of her slim body naked but for that top was awesome, and her shy nature was fading in the face of her daring – like in Morven, I saw the spark of devilment evident during our session earlier in the week. It was Tina who spoke up, telling Christina there was no way the contest was stopping while she still had her bikini top on.

Mikey goaded Christina, cheekily adding she hadn't been so shy the night before. That brought catcalls from the girls and cries for more details. But Mikey crouched beside me grinning and Christina's face flushed. She mumbled she was ready to race again. This time, Tina had learned from her defeats. As they touched the top of the dune, she tripped Christina on the turn, leaping ahead and winning. Now that she too was bottomless, I watched avidly as Tina's climb and descent exposed her pouting big pussy to us – like a full pouch as she climbed, those big labia so evident under her tight little bubble butt, and obscenely erotic as she came down, the flesh of her crotch spreading, inner 'wings' flapping at her open pussy. She was definitely moist, just as on her first exposure – this hottie was a latent exhibitionist. 

Mikey noted to me in a whisper the glisten of juices as her long legs staggered down hill, opening up her folds enough to see the meaty protrusion of her clit as well.

So Christina lost. Tina gave little jumps of glee, demanding she take off her bikini bottoms. I could't wait. But Christina didn't play ball – she whipped off her tight top to reveal a lovely full pair of heavy breasts encased in matching bikini. She still had revealed nothing we wouldn't see down on the public beach.

The rest of the girls called her a chicken and spoilsport, but she claimed the whole thing was unbalanced because us guys were ogling the nude girls whilst they had nothing to see of us. I gulped – I had given up fighting my boner; Mikey too by his expression.

But Morven knew exactly what was going on. She agreed with Christina and said, 'Hell, you said Mikey has a horse-cock, so we should all get the chance to see it. . .'

Kerry looked at Mikey with big eyes. I raised a brow – he shrugged back at me. I wondered – he was a fit guy, stocky but muscular. Never heard any mention of a big dick before but then I never was in a situation with him before in which it might have surfaced in polite conversation. All I knew was that he hit the complex bars regularly all summer and seemed to score highly amongst the holidaymaking girls; perhaps the reason why was now surfacing.

The girls all sided with Christina, told us to get up and race. Morven knew fine well we were 'handicapped' with stiffies, so she yelled 'go!' way before I'd attempted brain-control over the beast in my shorts.

Running with a boner ain't easy, so Mikey and I both chased Tina and Christina up the slope, holding our respective members down with one hand. I got right up behind Tina – had that meaty moist cunt and tight ass only feet from my face as she frantically kept ahead. As we hit the top, Christina turned and slammed right into Mikey. He fell over the top, down the other side of the concealing dune, cursing her. Realising what was happening, I grabbed at Christina and whooped with delight as I tripped her.

But I missed out as Tina nimbly evaded my reach. I leapt after her down hill, but she was lithe and quick. All I got was a hand on her ass before I overbalanced and hit the sand.

Tina won, jumping around bottomless beside the boisterous, naked Kerry and Morven. I watched them with a big grin as I spat out sand. Damn fine days like that don't come along often. But I realised I was screwed. There was a flutter in my gut and a renewed throb at my groin as we all gathered in the bowl amongst the dunes to learn our fate.




The Netball Girls' Last Day



Tina took great delight in telling Christina to get her bikini bottoms off. Again, she refused but Morven launched at her, getting a hold of her upper arms from behind. Now these were two tall, finely-formed girls. The struggle was erotic viewing. Morven's big tits shook violently and she spread her strong legs to get leverage against Christina's struggle. In turn the statuesque blonde, fought back with vigour and her toned body flexed sexily. Her tits were as full as Morven's but seemed firmer, sloped gently to each side, settling into her pattern-bikini with an enticing ripeness as she writhed.

Christina might have broken free but for Tina's intervention – she grabbed a leg, lifting it up off the ground and ripped off Christina's top. Those marvellous tits broke free, capped by conical pink nipples, like little mountain peaks atop each quivering tit.

Christina threatened through her laughter that Tina had better not go further. But it was –to my delight – inevitable and with a devilish grin Tina undid the ties to Christina's bikini bottoms. Christina tried to clamp her legs together but as Tina had already raised one up off the sand all she could do was lift herself clean off the ground and further lose control against her two team-mates. 

I got a heck of a rush as Kerry stepped in and hauled away Christina's bottoms. Thighs apart, Christina's pussy was completely exposed – a raw bare slit, surprisingly pink, with a tangle of light blonde pubes atop. The way her legs were held apart opened her pussy lips, both sets of labia parting and showing a deep pink, very wet hole.

Mikey exclaimed his appreciation, me too, with a clap. Christina's beautiful face was as pink as her aroused pussy when the girls let her go and she stood naked as Kerry and Morven, save for her glinting belly jewellery and tattoo. Tina still had her top on but Mikey and I had three sets of great tits and four pussies to feast our eyes on.

It was mesmerising. But we were unprepared; Mikey and I standing there with erections forcing out the front of our shorts. I only just saw the flash in her eye before Christina led the charge, using her adrenalin to overcome her shyness and attack Mikey. Her awesome Amazonian body took his balance away as she leapt on him. He hit the deck with Morven grabbing at his shorts. Kerry seized me from behind, reaching round to pull away my shorts, saying in my ear, 'Time you boys showed us what you've got. . .' And Tina was at my side too, pressing her furry triangle into my hip as she helped Kerry lower my clothing.

Kerry grasped my shaft, leaning her succulent naked form into my back as Tina's manipulations pulled away my shorts. I willingly stepped out of them. Then a shocked exclamation from my girl beside my ear: 'Oh, wow, that's huge. ..'

In front of us on the sand Morven had released Mikey's cock from his shorts. She got such a surprise as it sprung up that she never got his shorts fully off his legs. She gasped. His dick was a big meaty slab – a thicker shaft than I'd ever seen and long enough to dwarf my seven inches by a good two or three. He was circumcised with a tapering head that was already shiny with precum. He was shaven around his crotch, baring a pair of big balls hanging low.

Christina was pinning him down by sitting on his chest. Mikey was laughing and thrusting his face between her big tits.

Morven said, 'Oh my god, you were right, Christina – it's a pussy splitter!' The girls laughed, Tina with one hand at her mouth the other I noticed, wedged between her thighs. Kerry absently jerked my cock as she watched on entranced. I didn't know quite what to do – was this heading for some real action? I slipped a hand behind me, to Kerry's newly-depilated pussy; found her soaking wet. As I slipped a couple of fingers over her slippery clit and into her burning hole, she groaned and sunk down a little on them.

That was all systems go as far as I was concerned. I broke the girls' trance by asking Morven what she was going to do with that big cock. She looked up at me, dreamily, then seemed to come to her senses, looked at Tina who was stood there beside me gazing on with an intensity that had to be lust.

When I spoke, Christina looked round, saw my cock getting wanked, smiled. Then she spun round to face Mikey's dick, keeping him pinned. It didn't seem to bother him – I couldn't see fully from my angle but I knew her cunt was facing him and the gasp she gave when he raised his head up told us all his tongue was going to work.

Morven and Christina exchanged hooded glances. Morven now had her own fingers working over her tits. She knelt between Mikey's legs. Christina reached down, took hold of his cock. It was so thick her hand barely got round it. She dipped her head and wrapped her exquisite mouth around the head, rolling her tongue over it as she sucked and licked. Morven took this as a sign, started to play with his balls and slide her hand up his shaft, cooing in wonder at his size. She put her other hand to her own pussy and without and inhibition, spread her legs wide and began to rub at her neat slit, opening her labia and spreading juices. It was blatant cock worship the like of which I'd never seen – and still haven't – outside porno. 

Kerry was gasping for breath, wanking me and growling as I fingered her fast. Then, without warning, she came like a train. I felt her juices break over my fingers, heard her loud cry of pleasure – damn well right in my ear. She sagged away, letting my cock go and crouched beside me, smiling.

Then she gave me a sexy glance and walked right up to Mikey's head. He had stopped licking at Christina's pussy and had replaced his tongue with his fingers. Christina was still sucking him and grinding against his hand. Kerry said to me in a small voice, 'It's okay' – I took this to mean she wasn't about to try and piss me off. In a louder voice, her eyes glazing with lust, she said, 'I want him to see me. . .'

I understood. I nodded. Her voyeur fetish had another male – a virtual stranger - here to satisfy her longing. She had already got naked in front of him, now she wanted to get more intimate. She straddled Mikey's head, looked down and bid him, 'Look. . .' Kerry used both hands to spread her pussy and finger herself, throwing her head back with the thrill of it, those firm high tits shaking as she rolled her hips above Mikey.

With Morven and Christina playing with his huge cock, Mikey was obviously not about to ask permission and reached up with his free hand. Kerry seemed shocked at his touch, but relented with a deep groan of desire and let Mikey's fingers find their way into her sopping hole – the first man to touch her other than me for a good couple of years. She continued to rub her clit in little fast circles as Mikey pistoned her hole with two fingers.

I was wanking my own dick, but in seconds of Mikey touching Kerry, Tina came right up to me, kissed me hard and used both her hands to fondle my cock and balls.

All hell kind of broke loose under the hot sun then. Kerry came again with a squeal, dripping juices onto Mikey's face. She squatted down and he lapped at her pussy which just had her coming again. Christina shuffled down and mounted Mikey in reverse-cowgirl postion, Morven helping feed his massive prong into her lovely blonde pussy. I watched in amazement as her hole stretched around it and she lowered herself onto that shaft inch by inch. It was obscenely erotic because his thickness forced her labia taut and her little clit out of its hood. Morven was masturbating furiously as this went on, groping Mikey's nuts. Christina helped her cunt accommodate Mikey's dick by firstly licking, then gently flicking her fingers over her clit.

Sexual energies had replaced sanity under the scorching afternoon sun. I wanted to stop and watch a bit but Tina had other ideas. I got the impression this slim, sexy little shy girl with the cute mousey-brown locks had the hots for me. She went at my cock with her hands then knelt and gobbled me into her warm wet mouth with gusto, not even bothered about the porn exhibition going on beside us.

I had nothing to do with my hands so I put them both on her head and guided her rhythm. Christina started to come like crazy and buck on Mikey's shaft. She rose and plunged again and again and not once did that prodigious piece of meat slop out.

I wondered exactly how loud we were being – my answer was up on the dune tops. I saw more than one head behind the bushes and another dip below the ridge as I glanced up. I panicked just for a sec, worrying about cops. But, hell, the moment was too damn good. I said nothing, just continued to love Tina sucking me, fondling my nuts.

Kerry came back over and kissed me deeply, murmuring lots of horny stuff. Grabbing my balls as Tina worked on my shaft and throbbing cockhead.

Mikey pushed Christina onto all fours and slid his long dong right in up to the hilt – I had a side view of it and couldn't believe she took it all in one go. Her pussy was audibly squelching and she started to come immediately with long moans. Morven was kneeling running her hands up and down Mikey's torso as he pumped in and out of Chrstina. Then Christina slid off his cock just as he was getting up a rhythm. She fell forward onto the ground with a spent sigh, cupping a hand over her sopping pussy, her lovely big tits squashing into the sand. She gazed up at me, all shyness evaporated, just purest horn left. I'd say now that she looked drunk on sex.

Mikey sort of hesitated, his big dick swaying in the breeze. But not for long. Morven went into the doggy position in front of him, opening her shaven pussy lips with her fingers and gasping for him to fuck her. He needed no second invitation.

Kerry moaned with pleasure as I found her open, wet cunt with my fingers; she watched Mikey mount Morven and begin to piston in and out.

Tina broke off from my cock. She looked at her team captain, then up at me, let my dick go and assumed the same position in front of me, ass sticking right up towards me. Her delicious, meaty gash lay wet and glistening, her folds so swollen and open, her clit an unmissable nub begging to be nibbled. 

I was on my way into the kneeling position to take her from behind when Kerry stopped me, snapped, 'Hey, no fucking, right? Only me. . .' She grinned pulled my cock, knelt beside Tina who looked round, frustrated. Kerry stuck her tongue out at her, then demanded I fill her pussy.

In front of me – two lovely chicks baring two different cunts. One, full and lippy, a bulging meaty pouch framed by a slim girl's tight ass, the other the puffy-lipped but neater slit of my girl, her pinkness dripping juices onto the back of her long tan thighs, that bubble butt of hers inviting my hands.

Only allowed to fuck one, I pushed my swollen cock right into Kerry's hot wet snatch. She groaned, began to buck back against me. Tina looked mighty unhappy and damn horny, so I began to finger her. She liked it fast. I gave her ass a cheeky slap. She moaned. Again, slap-slap. Tina ground her sopping big cunt against my hand. She attacked her own clit. So I went finger-slap, finger-slap and she howled with pleasure. Meanwhile I'm still fucking Kerry and about to go over the edge.

Then Morven squealed she's coming and went into a frenzy. Mikey held on tight, pummelling her tight pussy hard. Morven's hair everywhere, her back arched, those big tits shaking beneath her. Mikey told her he's going to come as well and to my surprise she screeched at him to shoot it 'right up my pussy!'.

Briefly, Mikey looked hesitant, glanced at me. I just watched on, wide-eyed. Morven said something about being on the pill, it was okay. That was enough. Mikey slammed his long thick rod right up her. Morven practically howled, bucked and took all of Mikey's load as he banged furiously into her in short jabs. Watching on, Kerry came on my cock, her pussy contracting round me. Tina was thrashing on my hand, her ass cheeks red from slapping, her throat hoarse from orgasming loudly.

Mikey withdrew his wilting cock from Morven who crashed out on the sand beside a smiling Christina who was watching on and lazily, and very sexily, playing with her tits and blonde pussy.

Mikey's cock was still a good eight inches and slimy when Kerry gasped at him to come near her. It blew my mind to see her grasp his dick, moan, run her hand up and down it and then suck at it. I pulled my own cock out of her and slapped it against her pussy, making her juices splash out as she came again, hard. 

Tina scrambled round, grabbed my dick and wanked me fast. I told her I was going to shoot, so the wicked little minx took off her bikini top at last, wrapped it round my shaft, then rubbed my cockhead on her hard little nipples and around her nice perky breast; tells me to cover her with cum in a gasping voice, her eyes ferocious with lust.

I grunt okay. She jerked me furiously, also fondling my balls and licking at them. Just as I began to cum, Tina moaned loudly and clamped her mouth right over my shooting cock, the first string smattering on her cute face. I felt out of this world as she sucked down my cum, gobbling my dick in a frenzied fashion. I emptied my nuts for what seemed like ages until she finally released me, grinning up through a spunky face as I sagged to my knees.

Amazed, I watched as Kerry sucked and wanked at Mikey's huge cock trying to get him to cum again. He eventually had to tell her he was done. She let him go but asked him to jerk it for her while she had a last orgasm. Strangely, after everything that had happened, Mikey looked at me for permission – I gave a little nod and he began to wok at his semi-erect shaft while Kerry spun round to face him with spread legs. She went at her clit with two fingers circling fast, her lovely firm titties shaking as she worked up to orgasm. Christina joined in and wanked her sweet bare pink lips, dipping a finger in as she focussed on Mikey's huge cock. Then Kerry came with a shudder, crumpling up as her pussy convulsed yet again. Mikey lay back with a sigh, gently fondling his knob. Christina gave a small groan and lay flat out, her legs spread, hand slowly rubbing herself.

I looked up at the dunes again, now with a clear head – and my heart leapt.

Three people sitting atop the south-facing mound. My gasp had everyone alert, looking up. Morven laughed. Three of her team, sitting like they'd just seen the heavens open and the end of the world begin. Each wore their beach casual wear but I wondered how many pairs of wet panties there were.

We sort of got dressed – the netball girls put all their gear back on but Kerry stayed topless. Mikey and I exchanged manly slaps and exclamations of awe at our fun afternoon.

The voyeur girls wouldn't even come down and talk – I think they thought we would induce them into our sordid cult or something. I just wished I'd clocked them properly earlier and there might have been some extra-serious devilry.

Not that there wasn't enough that great summer. The netball girls went home the next day, Kerry and I continued to screw in the dunes for the rest of the summer, now with added excitement and food for horny though. Mikey actually came and watched once - he caught us shagging, much to Kerry's delight and excitement and she asked him to stay and wank his big dick for us. So once more I screwed her whilst she gazed at Mikey's oversized cock – she demanded we both come together so she could see. We did, and she claimed to have had the best orgasm of her life while she looked on and masturbated.

That might have become a regular thing if it hadn't been for the inclement weather and Mikey's heavy workload on the farm. The rest of the year petered out and we returned to college.

It might all have been confined to that one summer's memory had Kerry not bumped into Morven at college during some sports exchange. That brought a bit of a thrill the following summer which I might write about soon if this memory goes down well. 

Like I've said before, I get the details as crystal as I can and try not to elaborate –I only fucked my girlfriend during that hot, horny summer but I hope you agree that the whole series of events was sexy enough to deserve putting into words. I'll know by your votes and comments. Thanks for reading.



The Netball Girls



Kerry laughed, Morven too, teasing Tina about her lack of guile and abundance of hair. She blushed, put two hands over her pussy, only succeeding in also squeezing her great little tits together.

Kerry told her not to worry, that everyone was cool about it. I smiled on, in heaven to be surrounded by three nude young things. The sexual tension was growing, along with my dick which I felt might split if it throbbed any harder. I had to keep adjusting the shorts as inconspicuously as I could while the girls shared feelings about being totally naked in a public place. I though about turning over but didn't want to miss anything – they'd already seen me come over Kerry's tits so what the heck would I be hiding anyway? I was glad I didn't when Morven – still adopting her coy pose – asked Tina to pass her towel because she didn't want to sit naked on the hot sand too long.

The added thrill came when Tina turned round to dig their towels out of the bags and inadvertently presented a full doggy pose to Kerry and I – exactly the same position Kerry had been in when they first discovered her blowing me.

This time it was us who got an incredible view of Tina's tight ass and fleshy cunt which looked even more meaty than my first glimpse – there was a definite gleam of moisture along her folds now, some small hairs matted to her outer labia. 

I was sporting major wood, as you can understand. Kerry slipped her hand under my shorts, grasped my dick and asked, "Oh, you like the view then, Andy?" I took my eyes from Tina's cunt to Kerry's open wet gash and back again, saying, "Like a starving man at a barbecue."

Tina realised what we were talking about, looked round, blushed and gnawed her bottom lip, smiling and muttering, "Oh, hell. Sorry. Sorry. . ." She handed Morven her towel and wriggled back to face us, sitting down on her own towel.

"Don't be sorry," smiled Kerry. "Look what it's doing to Andy. . ." And with that she simply cast off my shorts, baring my pulsing cock to the two of them, Kerry's hand starting to travel up and down my shaft with delicious slow strokes.

I gasped, groaned and breathed heavily all at once, grimacing as the urgency took me.

Morven shrieked with delight, then said, "I'll fix my towel for him now, will I?" I wondered what she meant, but soon understood as she now turned onto all-fours and flattened her towel out, spreading her toned legs as well in the process to show off her bald beaver. I was right about the pussy lips I had seen in her camel-toe – they were large, puffy and neat, covering all detail of her cunt. A slim slit dissected this perfectly symmetrical pussy and her bare ass crack set off two lovely firm cheeks. Morven looked back with a sexy wink and Kerry hooted with laughter.

"Is this what you guys do all the time you come here?" Tina asked to my surprise, looking straight at Kerry's hand pumping my cock. 

"Oh, yeah," replied my girl, "There's nothing better."

Precum had slipped out and Kerry spread it around the head, shining up my dick. I thought it looked cool. Morven certainly did. She faced us again, only yards away and made no pretence of letting her thighs fall apart, showing me her shaven haven. "I think it's awesome," she said. "I'd love to live in a place like this and do this every summer."

"An open-air orgasm's the best in the world. Isn't it, Andy?" Kerry laughed.

I wasn't going to argue – here I was getting my dick jerked by my hot girlfriend who seemed to enjoy showing off to the two naked babes watching on. I really just wanted to shut up and take it all in. but I nodded and grunted agreement, reaching out a hand to sink a finger into Kerry's sopping pussy.

Kerry took it as a sign. She moaned, looked at the two girls, smiled, said, "Hell, I've got to finish what we started earlier," and threw a leg right over me. She guided my cock straight to her cunt and sank down on me, taking my full length –an average, modest 6-7 inches – in one go. 

I raised myself up on my elbows as Kerry started to ride me, rubbing her firm tits and nipples against my chest, her face buried in my shoulder, losing herself in her arousal – I guessed she'd been holding back a bit as she talked with the girls but no she was determined to do as she'd said and finish what we started. She was moaning, cursing, grinding, tossing her hair and luxuriating in me running my hands over her body. Sand fell over me as I massaged her tits, feeling the hard nipples roll under me palms. Kerry's juices ran over my balls.

I knew the two netball girls had an angle up from my feet so their view was of Kerry's ass rising and falling, and of course my cock thrusting up into her open cunt. After a minute – felt like about three hours – I looked round, keen to see these two sexy voyeurs' reaction.

What I saw was them in action. Life had never been sharper or sweeter than that moment when I gazed past the teenage hottie riding my aching cock to see another two watching on with dazed, highly-aroused expressions, and noticing what they were up to.

Morven was unabashed – leaning back, supported on one elbow, spread wide, a hand flicking furiously over her clitoris. Her long, wide labia were looser, folding open under the clit stimulation and her wet inner pink peeked through. Her big firm tits quivered and shook violently with her frenzied masturbation. She was fixed on the join of mine an Kerry's bodies, eyes locked on my pumping cock, on my jostling ballsack. I felt an incredible buzz.

Tina saw me looking. She too was watching our coupling intently, leaning more forward than Morven, her little boobs still squeezed togehter, topped by those long puckered nipples. But as our eyes met, that devilment I'd only glimpsed earlier shone right through, boosted by the sexual tension. She had both hands over her hairy pussy. She very deliberately opened her thighs and parted her fingers some to let my gaze find it's target – that meatiest of pussies on this slim girl's body. And how her cunt was in control – a soaking reddened flush of glistening labia and matted hair. And her fingers worked between those folds and into her gaping pink hole. Tina made sure I was watching, pulled her lips apart to show me that deep pink and to expose her thick nub of a clit which she rolled lustfully between her slim digits.

Kerry broke our communion by screeching that she was cumming, falling off me and attacking her own pussy as it contracted in orgasm.

It kind of caught me out - I think she wanted me to shoot over her, but I was in a wonderful sexual trance watching these three horny chicks get off. Not only that, but I was sure I'd seen another head somewhere up on the dune above us. Were the voyeurs now being voyeured? The thought of what someone might be seeing was stunning. But at Kerry's voice I instinctively grabbed my cock anyway and jerked it as I rose up to my knees.

Tina yelped and groaned as she saw me wank. She pushed a good few fingers into her wide cunt and rubbed and pinched her clit with her free hand, all the while bucking on the sand as her orgasm crashed in.

I was damn close, looming over Kerry's gorgeous naked body, her hands now rubbing gently along the sides of her pussy lips as her own orgasm subsided. But she still gazed at me hungrily and demanded I cum all over her.

A voice by my side asked breathless, but amazingly politely, "Kerry, is it okay if I do it?" It was Morven, scrambling up next to me, those awesome tits squeezing soft, smooth hot flesh and erect nipples against my body and arm, a delicate hand reaching for my cock whilst her other continued to play with her own pussy.

"Hurry! Go on!" Kerry growled with a fierce, lustful glare. 

I sucked in a long breath as Morven's hand replaced mine and the feeling of her firm yet gentle jerking of my cock was tremendous.

Kerry attacked her clit again and asked me to blow over her now. I groaned that I was near, and Morven speeded up her delicious hand movements.

I took the chance to thrust a hand into Morven's crotch too – go to return the favour, y'know? – and joined her own fingers in exploring her wet pussy. Lovely and smooth and wet I remember it feeling, and also the sensation of her fingers working alongside mine – she was damn close to cumming and wasn't prepared to relinquish her cunt to my sole manipulations. So the intense experience of feeling a girl's pussy contract around both her and my fingers was incredible and mine to savour. 

Morven almost howled as she convulsed and came but was still able to wank me off beautifully. I shot string after string of cum all over Kerry; such a pleasurable experience that I could have passed out happily.

There were gasps and laughter all round while we all recovered. The girls covered up a bit too quick for my liking but I wasn't going to complain. I checked for the additional voyeur on the dune but whoever it had been was gone.

I hope you enjoyed this tale from a past summer. I left out much of the dialogue in order to make it a compact, more readable length, but as I remember it, the story's written as true to what happened as I could manage. I'll read all comments with interest and appreciate any votes you deem the story worthy of. If it's liked well enough I'll write up the further incident which occurred that week before the netball girls went home; definitely among the best experiences of my time. You can let me know. Cheers.



The Netball Match



Josie was running late of her netball game, so I had to drive her there as she got changed in the back of the car! 

We chatted on the way as I tried my best to watch her undressing till I nearly went through a red light then I thought I'd better keep my eyes on the road. 

We got there and Josie jumped up and said "Cheers babe can you pick me up in an hour and a half? "

"I'll stay and watch if you don't mind babe?"

"OK!" she said looking worried as she knows how like to check out the girls!

"It's ok hun I won't perv I promise!" I said smiling at her.

She smiled back kissed me and ran off to the girls already waiting on the court.

I parked up and I watched from the car as I managed to get parked right behind the court.

The girls were getting really hammered by this other team and I couldn't help laughing as another goal went in and one of the girl's glared at me as I laugh from the car!

I quickly stopped laughing, but it was too late within minutes all the girls on Josie's team were looking my way, are they didn't look happy! 

I just ducked down in the seat and tried to hide. 

The game finished and I waited for Josie, it seemed like ages so I decided to go looking for her. 

Without even knowing I opened the door to the ladies changing room's and most of the girl's were naked or had towels on I quickly closed the door before I was seen, but I did get a good look of Britney and Lara's tits! 

I made my way back to the car and waited for Josie. 

Josie got in the car and asked if I enjoyed the game?

I chuckled and said "yeah it was entertaining!"

"And what about the changing room show you saw as well" she laughed.

"Well that wasn't my fault! I went looking for you and just open the door and there was Britney and Lara topless getting changed!"

"Well did you like the view" she said grinning at me.

"Well yeah it was nice, but I shut the door straight away."

"Yeah I know they said"

"What they saw me! oh shit!" I said.

"Oh its ok they laughed about it, they said they it was a blast!"

"Really!" I said relieved and now I wanted to see them naked again!

"It's really nice not having to drive home after a match, babe as I can have a quick drink with the girlies after the game." Josie said as she lent over gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Oh that's why you took so long!" I said.

"Yeah we go straight to the bar and have a quick drink then go and shower after!"

"Oh that explains why everybody was still in the showers!"

Josie laughed "Well we have netball training tomorrow will you drop and off and pick me up again babe?"

"Sure I will princess, I'd do anything for you, you know that!"

"I know babe I love you."

We kissed and made our way home.

The next day came and Josie was ready nice and early today, we got there and I got out this time and went with Josie to the court side as the girl's arrived.

They did a few warm up's and then had a run about trying new moves out for the next match. 

I couldn't help noticing how sexy they all looked in there netball gear. I was trying to hide my hard cock and rub it at the same time.

The girls all had a chat in the middle and then broke up into two teams and one team was short so they all shouted for me to join them, but with my cock hard I didn't want to move until Britney and Lara grabbed me and pulled me on to the court, luckily I had managed to lose my hard cock in time. 

They put me in defence and they started I didn't really know what to do so I watched the girls and picked it up really quickly. 

Lara was trying to shot but she never managed to score after about 10 minutes to game ended and we went off to the bar. 

We got our drinks and sat down.

"Josie it's a shame your Chris isn't a girl as he was really good out there today!" They all laughed and agreed then spent the next 10 minutes on how they should turn me into a girl on the team which was a little uncomfortable!

They all head off for the showers and I headed back to the car. Before I got there Britney appeared out of nowhere and kissed me and pushed my back against the car, her hand went into my trousers and found my cock as she rubbed it she pulled them down and sucked on my cock, god it felt good but so wrong at the same time.

"Please Josie take your time in the showers" I said under my breath as Britney sucked me off with her wonderful mouth. 

I groped at he tits as she sucked my cock and suddenly I saw Josie heading towards the car, but she was still a fair distance away so I grabbed Britney's head and fucked her mouth fast and quickly filled her mouth with my cum and then I told her to hide as Josie was coming but she stood up and said I was a twat and walked off. Thank God Josie hadn't seen us and she got in and we went home.

The next week went by and it was time of the next match, Lara phoned Josie and told if she knew anyone who could play as Katie had pulled out due to work! 

Josie said she couldn't think of anyone and Lara said she'd ring the others see if they could bring someone! 

An hour later the phone went and Lara was chatting to Josie and she bust out laughing and then looked at me I had a bad feeling about this, had Britney said that she sucked me off? 

Josie finished chatting and then went and washed up as if nothing happened so I relaxed and went back to watching TV, Josie joined me and we cuddled and then the door went. Josie answered it as I watched TV then I was grabbed from behind and a cloth of chloroform was put over my mouth and I passed out. 

As it turned out the whole team had turned up so they could shave me bear and dress me as a girl to play in the game. 

I woke up I was tied to the bed naked and with no body hair. I looked around and saw the whole netball team laughing and giggling looking at me. I looked down I saw my hard cock sticking up. 

I closed my eyes and hoped it was all a dream. But then a mouth started to suck my cock to cheers from the others. I looked down and saw Kelly kneeling between my legs and her head bobbing up and down on my cock. 

Lara walked in with a wig and a new team uniform, good thinking girls we don't want him giving himself away during the game do we. Kelly looked up and smiled "don't worry Lara I'm make sure his balls are drained!" as she rubbed my cock and then eased it into her pussy. Kim looked shocked at what she was seeing and Lara went over and stood behind her and put her hands under her top and cupped Kim's small tits as Kim continued to watch on! 

Sarah saw what was happening and dropped to her knees and lifted Kim's skirt and then pulled her knickers down. Kim was now totally lost in desire she didn't care who was touching her she just wanted and needed to cum! 

Sarah stroked and kissed Kim's legs and moved her hands inside and parted her legs wider, then brushed Kim's pussy with her fingers. If it wasn't for Lara holding her up behind her and playing with her small tits she would have collapsed on the floor, as her legs had gone as Sarah worked her tongue along Kim's slit. 

Kim came at once which made Lara smile and she kissed Kim. 

Sarah continued to lick Kim out not wanting to stop so soon and she managed to make Kim cum at least 4 times before she was happy.

Kelly was now sitting on my face as Josie was now riding my cock. Josie sucked on Lara's tits as Britney was sucking on Josie's tits. 

It was all too much for me and I erupted into Josie's pussy. The girls cheered as I filled Josie's pussy and now they cleaned me up and dressed me. 

They untied my feet and then re-tied me as they slipped on my knickers and short netball skirt, then they did the other leg pulling them up and admiring there work, they put on some make up on me and the wig. 

They untied my arms and sat me up but still kept tight hold of me so I didn't escape. The padded bra was put on next and they all had a laugh by squeezing my fake boobs. My t-shirt was added next and I was done they stood me up and all gasped as they where all please with there work and then they took me to a mirror and even I was surprised. 

"So you will play then?"

"NO WAY!!!" "I can't leave the house looking like this!!" I panicked

"Its ok we'll smuggle you into the car so you're not seen and no one will recognise you at the game, after all how many of your mates watch netball?"

"Please Chris we need you!"

"OK but if they guess I'm a bloke I'm gone!" 

"They won't, you look ace Chris!" Britney said as she stroked my smooth leg.

It was nearly time to leave and the girls all started to strip off and get into there uniform,

Lara had told them all to not to tease me, as they didn't want me hard again before the game and have to drained my balls again!

It didn't take long before I was hard, and Lara was first to my hard cock and rubbed and then she sucked me off. Britney laughed as she said I looked like a chick with a dick!! 

Which also set the others off but I didn't care as Lara was sucking my cock so well. 

I soon shot my load in her mouth and she happily swallowed the lot and got up with a big smile on her face please with her work. 

We made our way to the court and played to game and we won 9-5 which was their first win of the season so the girls were well happy! 

We all went to the bar and get some drinks the girls were all buying me drinks and before to long I was very drunk. Some guys were also in the bar and trying to chat up the girls without much luck until Lara went over and was talking to them for a bit and then they headed over. Lara got the girls to turn me over and right in the bar Nic pulled my knickers to the side to expose my arse and she lobbed up my bum hole and the guy shoved his bug hard cock into my arse as the girls all watched, even the girl behind the bar came over to watch as the guy fucked my arse!

Only the girls on the team knew I was a bloke and even the girls had there hands in there knickers and Lara had spotted the girl behind the bar and had her hand inside her knickers as she watched on. 

The guy filled my arse and he was replaced by his mate he was bigger and felt really good as the cum made helped as it slide in and out nicely. 

Britney was now naked and she was undressing Kim as Sarah was licking Josie's pussy.

I moaned as I shot my load into my knickers! 

The guy fucking me was now really going for it as he worked his big cock in me! 

Britney was sitting on Kim's face as she parted Kim's leg she was expecting Britney to lick her out but Britney offered Kim's pussy to another guy and Kim was shocked to feel a cock pushing into her tight virgin pussy, she tried to close her legs but Britney was ready for her and held them open and pushed her pussy down tighter on to Kim's face. 

Britney squeezed Kim's small nipples and said "lick my pussy bitch." Kim had no choice but to lick her pussy. Britney smiled as Kim did just that enjoying her ordeal, then she was rewarded by Britney rubbing her clit as the guy fucked her. 

For the second time the guy fucking me came inside me and the cum dribbled out and down my legs as I looked around to see my Josie moaning away as Sarah ate her out as Kelly sucked and kissed on Josie tits! The girls then all made our way to the changing rooms and I was soon stripped naked and the girls where all over me grabbing and stroking my smooth naked body!

Lara slide her pussy down on to my hard cock and Kim sat on my face and I licked the guys cum from her pussy who had only cum in her minutes before! 

Lara fucked me wildly and she soon came on my cock and then Sarah climbed on and rode my cock grinding her tight pussy down on my cock, Sarah reached forward and played with Kim's tits as Kim came on my face! 

Britney saw her chance and she quickly pushed her pussy on to my face and then also as a bonus she sucked on Sarah's small tits. 

I moaned and said I was going to cum and Sarah fucked me faster as I shoot my load into her pussy as she also came with the help of Britney rubbing her clit and sucking on her nipple's. Sarah rolled off me and Josie licked and cleaned up my now softening cum covered cock as Britney clamped her thighs round my head as she came on my face. 

Josie cleaned me up and she made sure she picked up my netball uniform as she led me to the car wrapped in a towel. As we traveled home Josie said the uniform will defiantly be out again!

Oh I hope so I thought to myself! 



The Network



I had no idea where this was going when I started. I was thinking stroke, added some fetish elements that I know very little about and then tried to make it all work in the end.

"Fred, this neighborhood has got to have the cutest teenage baby sitting corps in the whole state!" 

The two friends were chatting on the periphery of the typical neighborhood pool party. 

"It would be hard to argue with that, Mike. On the other hand do I need to remind you of the legal penalties for having sex with an underage minor? Anyway, your wife is a stone cold fox. I can't believe you would seriously consider..."

"First, this is just guy talk. I have no intention of trying to seduce an underage girl, Fred. Second, never judge a book by his cover; Angie is a hottie but after eight years of marriage...you know what I'm talking about. Third, you need to pay better attention! All these little babes were underage five years ago when we moved here. Guess what? They've grown up, quite delectably in my humble opinion. Most are in their final year of high school and are eighteen or nineteen." 

"Mike, little girls like these tend to fall in love too easily, are incredibly fertile and in a small neighborhood like this one, can't keep a secret. Plus, if you start fucking the babysitter, you'll leave traces; your young wife will figure it out." 

"Fred, Angie and I have our three kids; that's why I had my tubes tied. I would guess that you've got to pick your target very carefully in terms of the 'falling in love' issue. No screwing around at home --- certainly not in the marital bed! That's what motels were made for!" 

"If you're looking for a little strange, open your wallet and pay for it, Mike old buddy. There are half a dozen places within an hour of here where you can find pros --- very high-end pros --- it'll just cost you a few hundred bucks. Or consider a little wife swapping --- that's not an offer, by the way.  There are a dozen women in this neighborhood I'd ball in a New York minute --- including your wife. I also know you'd fuck my wife Jamie in a heartbeat." 

"That gets out and it can get very messy. It's the old 'falling in love' trap. Come on, admit it! You've thought about it, Fred!"

"Of course I have. Look, Mike, I travel in my job a bit more than you do. I've gotten the urge a few times and always opted for the 'no strings' professional. You need to pick your poison very carefully. I'm not talking about picking up some hooker on the street. I tend toward high-end independents; stay away from the escort services. These are women you would not remotely be ashamed to be seen in public with." 

"The sex is amazing, they're bright and fun to be with and love has nothing to do with it. I have a regular three hours from here in a town I have to visit every other week. It's almost like a date without all the downside. It's not cheap but it's well worth it and I've rationalized that no one is getting hurt. When I get home, Jamie gets her brains fucked out so she's none the wiser." 

"Where are these 'places' you were talking about?" 

"I'll be glad to tell you but would caution against fucking around this close to home. Someone sees your car parked somewhere for too long and recognizes it and you are screwed! Plus, I enjoy spending the night." 

"Okay, I am traveling a little more though not as far ranging as you do. As of this week, I'm going to be going over to Centerville at least once a week. It's only a little over an hour from here but we're bringing up a satellite customer service center and it's a 24/7 operation so I have to stay over a lot." 

"Mike, I'm going up to Bakerton on Monday; that's where my regular lives. Independents like her tend to be college students, professional women, shop girls and housewives looking for excitement, extra money or both.  They appear to have an informal but well developed network. I'll ask her if she has any friends in Centerville." 

"I know I sound desperate but bluntly, our sex life --- Angie and me --- was tapering off well before she went back to work and now she just seems to be too tired too often. Plus, there are things that I used to enjoy..."

"Angie gave up a promising career to marry you and have your babies, Mike. I can't believe you aren't enjoying the dramatic increase in income since she went back to work." 

"You're right and we don't have any serious problems; I love Angie and she loves me. Maybe it's just the 'seven year itch'. When we do fuck, it's as good as it ever was, we just don't do it enough. The kids have all reached a less demanding age; Angie seems really happy to be back in career mode. It's given her a life of her own and that's very important to her." 

"Is she out of town much?" 

"Fortunately it's seldom more than one night a week and we coordinate our schedules so that the kids don't have to have an overnight sitter. How about Jamie?" 

"She stays pretty local in her job but we coordinate so that the kids don't get screwed. She has some long days but is home virtually every night...well, except Wednesday. She has a big client out of town that is very demanding." 

*** "What do you suppose our husbands are having such a serious conversation about?" Five foot seven natural blond Angie asked her very good friend and neighbor, Jamie, a stunning brunette of roughly the same height and form. 

"Women and fucking; not necessarily about the women they are respectively married to --- nor about fucking said spouse." 

"Mike gets a perpetual boner at these functions. He's so obvious! He can't help himself; all of this nubile young teen cunt makes him drool, not that I really think he'd have the nerve to try to seduce one of them." 

"He's at that age and stage --- you've been married what, almost eight years? Men always check out pussy," Jamie observed. "But this is the time in a marriage when they start giving serious consideration to acting on their urge for a little strange." 

"Do you think Fred is fooling around?" 

"Maybe. Probably, but not dangerously or indiscreetly. I'm pretty sure he's not cruising the bars looking for pussy. Mike is very detail oriented and very careful. I would expect that he's tapping something up in Centerville every other week. Knowing Mike, it's a regular thing, quite probably semi-pro and not remotely a threat to me, my kids or our marriage." 

"Jamie, that's a lot more philosophical than I think I'm ready for." 

"Oh, come on, Angie! How many guys did you sleep with before Mike took you out of circulation in college?" 

"Not many --- three? Only one that had any longevity and that was barely a semester." 

"Is Mike great in the sack?" 

"He's okay; he's learned and I've learned; there are things I like that I've never really been able to articulate to him." 

"I hate the double standard, Angie! Fred was the third guy I ever went to bed with. He's a very competent lover but, after almost eight years, we're in a rut; we know each other's requirements too well. We have kids and have to schedule our love-making. There's not a hell of a lot of spontaneity and no surprises. I'm sure he'd say the same thing in all candor. We are best friends and we love each other. We're committed to our children.

"If knocking off a strange piece of ass every once in a while keeps us together, so be it. What you really have to worry about is the affair with a friend from work, a customer --- or one of these little teenage bitches with their tits and asses hanging out. That's when they fall in love and the marriage goes down the toilet. In terms of preferences, there are things I enjoy a great deal that I'm pretty confident Fred would not find appealing." 

"Have you two ever talked about it?" 

"Hell, no! That's the unwritten rule; you don't confront it and you don't discuss it." 

"What do you do Jamie?" 

"What's good for the goose is good for the gander!" 

"Jamie, are you telling me you're having an affair?" 

"Not in a million years; I told you --- affairs are dangerous on every level --- as is wife swapping.  Look, I met a girl --- one of my customers --- when I started working again. She's hot --- every bit as hot as you and I are. We became friends; we're the same age and have similar educations. We have lunch together when I'm in her town. She's married; her husband's a cute guy, they have a couple of kids and seem quite happy together. 

"Every other week she has to spend the night out of town visiting her home office for a staff meeting. She makes three hundred bucks on that night with one of a very small and discreet group of men --- all evident happily married --- and they fuck their brains out. More important they do things that she would not be comfortable doing with hubby. He's very comfortable paying her --- no strings, no romance --- no falling in love. 

"The men know she's just 'semi-pro' but if she senses it might be slipping over the line she breaks it off and hands that particular one off to one of her friends. They're all very attractive women so no one seems to object. The guys are close in age, successful and attractive. It's just fucking, Angie, and she --- and her friends, some of whom I've also met --- swear it's helped, not hurt their marriage." 

"And you...?" 

"Starting six months ago right after I went back to work, once a week, Angie." 

"Does he --- do they --- know your name?" 

"It's strictly first name basis." 

"I've thought about it, Jamie; there's a guy at work who..."

"Don't go there, Angie! Look, the guys I'm talking about...you would not be remotely ashamed to be seen in public with. They're clean, respectable, good looking guys." 

"How do you meet them?" 

"Certainly not hanging out at the Marriott bar!  As I mentioned, we have a sort of network --- I have no idea who started it. It's now strictly referral. A girl knows a guy --- someone she works with, a friend's husband, a customer --- who in some way indicates that he is interested in fooling around. Now she knows this guy; to her he is not remotely a stranger. She 'refers' him to someone in the network that he does not know and would be unlikely to 'bump up against' in the normal course of events. It's made very clear up front that it's strictly business and that once he's been handed off she doesn't want to know any details about whether or not he acted on the referral." 

"The referrers introduce them and the three of them get together for a drink; if the chemistry is there, they put together an agreement and the referrer bows out. Either party can end it; the guys know the rules --- and they know if they break them, they will be shut out by the network. It's funny; the guys break it off as often as the women do; they're no more interested in getting serious or falling in love than the women are. Married men only; most of the women are married but not all." 

"If I were interested --- and I'm not saying I am, how do I..."

"Where do you travel out of town, Angie? Never, never do we meet someone where we live." 

"Currently I'm going to Brookeville --- about thirty minutes this side of Bakerton but that could change as my responsibilities change." 

"I got an email from the network that there is a girl up that way who is getting ready to change clients. It seems it's a mutual thing; they both recognize that they are getting a little too comfortable with each other. The window is pretty small; if you're interested let me know by Sunday night. He is evidently a very good client; she is his third and he tends to want to switch before it gets too close to being a romance." 

***

"Fred!" Mike shouted to his next door neighbor the next morning as each was recovering the morning paper." 

"Yeah, buddy?" 

"How do I get into this network of yours?" 

"I'll need to check, Mike. Traditionally I understand that you have to be referred by another woman --- someone who knows you, is part of the network herself and will vouch for you. My 'friend' in Bakerton and I are getting ready to break it off. Monday will be our last night together. Centerville --- right?" 

"It's a pretty small town; why don't we say Brandon, fifteen minutes North of Centerville? Someplace within a reasonable distance." 

*** "Fred, it's been a blast! I'm going to miss you...which is exactly why we're smart to move on. You're a pretty neat guy. Let's talk about your next referral. She's about thirty minutes south of here...any problem?" 

"Not at all. I only stay over in town because you are here; thirty minutes south is thirty minutes closer to home the following day." 

"Okay, well, this is a new girl --- you're her first. Since you are almost a founding client and trusted completely, it was thought that you'd 'be gentle' so to speak. I gather she's never done anything like this before. You know if it doesn't work out..."

*** " Mike, evidently someone --- a woman --- from your work knows you and vouched for you." 

"Who?" 

"I'm sorry, that information wasn't shared. I also gather that a little bit of rule bending is going to occur. Normally, as I told you, the first meeting is chaperoned but there isn't anyone available in that neck of the woods. The woman in question is not new at this and is comfortable meeting you alone. Let me give you the rendezvous information."

*** 

When Angie walked into the discreet bar in the upscale suburb of Brookville, she was more than a little apprehensive. The security of her female escort who would be "handing her off" helped a lot, but she knew that she was about to take a "no turning back" step in her life. When "he" turned and stood to greet them, Angie was in for the shock of her life. "He" did a much better job than she did of hiding his surprise. He and her escort embraced fondly. 

"Angie, it's a pleasure to meet you." 

"Likewise," she said, demurely extending her hand. 

The three of them made small talk. After an appropriate interval, the two women went to the powder room. Angie told her escort that she felt confident in taking over from that point on. Her chaperone excused herself and the next door neighbors and best friend's spouses faced each other. Did Fred know about Jamie? She doubted it. 

"Why did you stay, Angie, and put on the very convincing act?" 

"A combination of fear and curiosity; you recognized me and knew why I was here. You?" 

"Pretty much the same," Fred replied. 

"We both have a lot to lose if our respective spouses find out." 

"My thoughts exactly," he responded. 

"Do we really want to go through with this, Fred?" 

"The rules absolutely say no; as does common sense. I gather that many 'couples' decide not to pursue the arrangement after first meeting. It's not a problem. The network will find alternatives for both of us." 

"Have you ever thought about fucking me?" 

"Every time you work out in the yard in your sports bra and worn nylon running shorts?" 

She smiled, almost seductively at the complement. 

"How about you, Angie, vis a vis me?" 

"Oh, sure...you're a hunk. I've checked out your cock through your bathing suit on more than one occasion," Angie replied. She was flirting now. 

"Let's try dinner; if we decide—as we should --- not to pursue this there would be nothing unusual about the two of us meeting while out of town on business and having dinner together. We'd certainly tell Mike and Jamie. Fair enough?" 

She agreed and followed him the short drive to an upscale and quite intimate restaurant. What would he say if she asked him if her own husband was part of the network? He wouldn't lie; her husband was as much of a virgin to the network as she was. It would be pretty hard for her to be pissed about it. 

They enjoyed their dinner together immensely. They talked as they had never talked before, learning things about the other that surprised them. It was different being on a "date" with your spouse's best friend as opposed to chatting with them in two-couple get togethers. She finally blurted out the question burning inside her; Fred told her the truth about Mike's budding involvement. 

"When's it going to happen, Fred?" 

"Wednesday." 

"I need to tell you something, Fred; I'm pretty sure it's going to take you aback. Do you know who 'referred' me?" 

"No, not up to this very minute but now I'm guessing it's my lovely wife and your best friend." 

"How did you guess?" 

"Little changes at home, Angie --- good changes, actually, and as I said, you two are best friends." 

"And you're okay with it Fred?" 

"Yes and no. First I can hardly pass judgment considering my activities. No, because it's entirely too close to home --- we're all next door neighbors and best friends for Christ's sake! I'd love to be a fly on the wall when they meet their network dates." 

"Do you think Mike would enjoy doing your wife and my best friend?  It certainly would be financially better if the four of us ever decided to just..."

"I'm warning you, Angie---don't even think of going there! The network is the perfect arrangement. There are no strings and no risk of things getting too friendly. Jamie flirts with Mike but when it gets 'down and dirty,' it would end up getting dangerous and messy." Fred trailed off, then changed the topic. "Speaking of down and dirty! I don't even believe I'm about to propose this but, you are smoking hot tonight --- always --- and..."

"Do you want to try it, Fred...just this once? Common sense says if it happens at all it shouldn't happen a second time but..."

"Angie, you need to know what I, ah, like and I need to have some idea of what you are and aren't comfortable with." 

"It's been a long time, Fred. I've never cheated on Mike before but before he and I hooked up...I, ah...liked it rough." Fred smiled. 

Fred discreetly passed an envelope across the table to Angie as if in answer to her question. She could tell by feel what it contained. She discreetly put it in her purse. 

"Where are you staying?" she asked.  He told her. "I'll follow you," she replied. 

In fact, their ardor began in earnest as they ascended in the small elevator of the upscale inn. They were lucky to get inside his room with any of their clothing still in place. They had known each other for five years as their spouse's best friend and next door neighbors. This was very different. 

Mike was generally a slow and gentle lover and Angie found security in that. Fred on the other hand was bold and aggressive --- at least with her during this first meeting --- and she found it incredibly exciting and arousing. She knew what she really wanted: a nasty, hard, rough, slut fuck.  As his tongue probed her mouth and his hands caressed the crack of her ass and the inner folds of her pussy, Jamie felt even more like a slut than the acceptance of the envelope of money had made her feel. 

She loved the feeling; he wasn't going to make love with her, he was going to take her...fuck her. She doubted he'd ask what she wanted him to do as Mike so often did; Fred would do what he pleased with her. It didn't matter; she would do anything he wanted. For tonight she was his whore...a fuck slut. Mike never treated her that way; he treated her like what she was --- his wife. Fred was treating her like what she was at that instant: a high priced, bought and paid for piece of ass. 

Her husband would ask her to please suck his cock. Fred didn't ask but she understood what was expected of her. Mike always pulled out before he came; he'd never really asked her if that was what she wanted but the one time back in college when he had cum in her mouth she had gagged and cried. She'd only been nineteen and it was the first time a man had cum in her mouth and she thought it said he didn't really love her. He'd never done it again. They had broken up for almost a year and then gotten back together. It was during that year that another man introduced her to a different kind of sex and it turned her on more than she had wanted to admit. 




The Network



I sat up at the edge of the bed still naked. I rubbed my sleep filled eyes waiting for them to adjust to the attack of the morning sun. Why don't hotels have curtains that fully black out the windows? I was starting to calculate the possible monetary reasons when I figured it was too late to matter now. I was awake an hour earlier than I desired but, awake none the less. Why I chose to go out Monday night was beyond me. Luckily, there was nothing pressing to hurry me on my way.

I stood and glanced over at the other side of the bed. I smiled while admiring the naked beauty half cover in sheets and sound asleep. She had covered her eyes with one of the extra pillows. Smart girl, I should have thought of that. Her red curls stuck out from under the pillow. They were no longer as tidy as they were when the night began. I wondered if it was her true color. I really loved red hair. I always felt it made a woman look alive and happy but, allowed them to remain intelligent. Blond hair made them look dippy. Brunettes leaned toward the mean side. I knew hair didn't dictate personality but, that didn't matter. This redhead was paid for and last night she was alive, happy and seemed so intelligent.

I briefly thought of waking her up for a quicky. Hell, she cost enough and I was sure she would indulge me. But, then, I knew my limits. I wanted to see her again. She was fresh to me and I could quickly bore myself if I over indulge. Watching her sleep was nice. She looked so lovely and peaceful. If I had her again this morning, that image would be altered and I would begin to know her too well. It was best that I just showered and began my day. 

I walked into the large bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. My light brown hair was going in every direction and refused to conform to my natural part. I must have been tossing in my sleep. My forty year old body was starting to show signs of ware. I have put on few pounds, nothing obnoxious I thought but, more than I should be carrying. But, what did it matter. I was an average looking guy of average height with an average dick. I had long convinced myself that I wasn't below average and no one was ever rude enough to disagree. 

Luckily, I had a way above average wallet. I had more money than I could spend in 2 lifetimes and no family breathing down my neck for handouts. I liked it that way. I didn't want to depend on anyone and I really hated having to depend on anyone else. With my wealth, many women had tried to latch on. They all bored me in time. I finally admitted to myself that I was incapable of love. Lust, on the other hand, was an emotion I felt very strongly about. I did enjoy sex and I could afford to enjoy it alot. I always knew exactly where I stood with a prostitute. It was a business transaction and I understood business. No emotional entanglements to screw up my enjoyment. 

I hopped into the shower as soon as it was warm enough. I could still smell the redhead on my skin and it brought a smile to my face. I knew I would see her at least once more. My cock began to show some activity as I remembered back to last nights activities. I ignored it knowing it would keep me excited until my next date with the redhead. I washed until I could no longer smell the fantasy. 

I dried off and hauled my naked body back into the main room. Darla, at least that was her working name, was sitting up rubbing her eyes. No one is immune to the vicious morning sun. She smiled when she saw me.

"You were quite the animal last night," she said sweetly as she attempted to straighten her hair. "Been awhile for you hon?".

Damn, she called me hon. I hate when they do that. It always reminds me of an old waitress and there is nothing exciting about that. "Nope, it's your red hair. It is my achilles heal when it comes to women." I tried to let the 'hon' pass and gave her a genuine smile. 

"It was a little dark last night but, I am all natural," she said as she slid the sheet off her torso to reveal a small patch of beautiful trimmed red hair just above her pussy. She was smiling as she glanced down, obviously proud of her main asset. "Sure you don't want to cuddle a bit before you take off sweety?"

'Sweety' was bit better than 'hon'. It was more endearing and I liked the fantasy that she cared. "You were fantastic last night Darla," I needed to get out of there before she called me 'hon' again, "I have appointments to keep and all good things must come to an end." I knew she was inwardly happy that she didn't have to perform again. She got paid the same either way. I was glad she asked. It showed a work ethic and waiting till after I showered showed intelligence. I was inwardly proud of her. I knew I wanted to see her again so I made sure she was available.

"The room is paid until tomorrow. Help yourself to room service or the spa. They know where to send the bill." I smiled as I began to put on last nights clothes. "I understand they have a wonderful pool and jacuzzi. Ask Rick, the concierge, if you want to partake and he will get you a swimsuit." She seemed a little surprised with my gifts. I loved giving large tips to people who weren't used to them. "There's $3,000 in the envelope on the nightstand," I continued, "$1,000 for last night, $1,000 because you were wonderful and another to make sure you're free this Friday." I ended with a 'I do this all the time' tone.

Darla sat up straight and her gorgeous breasts did a little dance for me. Very lovely I thought. "Of course I'm available," she said with new found enthusiasm, "I am available any time you need me." 

"Good, we can meet at McDewitts Friday, let's say around six," I was happily committed, "we'll get a bite to eat, you can laugh at my dancing and then we can cuddle the night away."

"That sounds wonderful. I'll wear something that accents my hair." Yes, she was a smart woman. She might just make it to a third date. 

I finished dressing and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You have fun today, the spa is supposed to be fantastic. Rick will get you a car tomorrow when you're ready to leave."

"Thanks Robert, I will make sure we have a great time on Friday." Her face was all a glow as I exited the room. I left instructions with Rick that Darla was to be pampered and slipped him a $100 for his troubles. He pocketed it quickly while informing me that all his guests get pampered. I smiled and he winked as he picked up the phone to clear some time at the spa. 

I was happy driving home. I knew it wouldn't last but, for now I was blissfully unaware of the problems of the world. Unencumbered sex did that for me. It was also pleasurable to reward Darla with much more than she expected. She never said thank you which, impressed me. She just stated that she would work harder making the next date more pleasurable. That was business, I made sure I got what I wanted and she profited well by delivering. No commitments beyond the transaction. Perfect as far as I was concerned.

My home was empty of course. It usually was. It could house a family of ten comfortably but, it only held me. I bought it because I could. It had an indoor pool, fully accessorised exercise room, rec room with a fully stocked bar, kitchen and baths that any woman would die for and more closet space than anyone had a right to fill. It was built by someone with a lot more taste than I. The tile and wood accents were obviously chosen by a designer. It was perfect, except when it needed to be cleaned. 

I didn't take maintenance into account when I purchased the property. It just didn't dawn on me how hard it was to find people to take care of the place. I found it annoying to have to fit them into my schedule. It would have been alright if it was infrequent but, this house and it's grounds required weekly attention. I also didn't like having all those different people in my place so often. I had to act differently when they were around which was really annoying. My life was basically at a stand still when help arrived. If it were smaller, I would handle it myself. I just didn't have the time to devote to the place. Unfortunately, I had become somewhat attached. It was a really comfortable house. 

The solution was obvious. I needed a live in caretaker. Someone who devoted him or herself to the 24/7 care of the house. The person would have to make themselves scarce when desired, be discrete and be trusted enough to be in the house alone. I figured I could buy the trust. I wasn't sure I could buy the discretion. I have business dealings that needed to remain private. I am also very used to living alone. If I want to run around my own house naked, than that's what I do. If I want to fire up some porn and relieve myself, gosh darnit, I do. I really wasn't liking the idea of giving up my freedom. I also didn't relish the idea of someone being privy to my indiscretions. I feared I might have go the illegal route. Hire an undocumented worker who would need to keep his/her mouth shut or be deported where their words could do no harm. 

First I would try finding a legal caretaker. I had a service advertise the position and filter the resumes down to five for my review this afternoon. They removed all the ex cons and verified the references. The selections were waiting in the mail when I had arrived home. I wasn't confident I could sense the necessary level of discretion in a single interview but, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I was prepared for a day of interruptions. Luckily, Darla had me quite relaxed and nothing was going to seem overburdensome today. The first would arrive at noon, giving me a few hours to glance over the resumes. 

By the names, I figured the first four were two women and two men. They all seemed to be ex-nanny types with various job histories that seemed relevant to the task. Some of them had worked for wealthy family names I recognized. They all seemed a bit on the old side which I began to think might be a good thing. Maybe they had seen it all and could care less about my personal indiscretions. I had used the headhunter service before and they had always come up with good solutions for my businesses. It could be that they sensed what I was looking for and once again found good matches. I was feeling a bit more confident.

The fifth resume was the strange one. It referenced two females; Samantha and Rebecca Jones. I had never seen a resume for two people in all my years of business. A caretaker team I laughed to myself. I could barely force myself to accept one intrusion in my life much less two. I humored myself by reading further. They had no job history but, had quite the educational background. Both had done undergraduate work at Vassar with masters of business from Harvard. These two should be working on their first million for a fortune 500. Why would the service send me anyone with these qualifications without a job history? Why would they send me a resume with two people in the first place? I got to salary requirement portion of the resume and did a double take. This was the true definition of sticker shock. All the other applicants were asking for between 25-35k plus room and board. This pair wanted 150k plus room and board and full medical. 

I began to think that someone screwed up and I received the wrong resume. This wasn't an entry level position and I certainly wasn't looking for two people. I especially wasn't willing to go way over the going rate. I was considering calling the service to clear up the issue when I hit the references section. It was a page right out of the who's who list of the rich and powerful. These two were obvious pedigrees. This was an obvious mistake. 

The first name Thomas Thornbird, a man I have recently had some very successful dealings with. His wealth made me look like a panhandler but, then again, he had about 20 years on me. All though the address was his business offices, I thought I recognized the phone number. I grabbed my phone and scrolled the contacts. Sure enough, it was his private mobile line. A man like that didn't give out his private line unless there were millions at stake. These two must be very close friends of the family. 

I scan the list further and saw a General, a Federal Judge and the Secretary of State for these United States among other well known figures. None of this made any sense. I no longer thought this was accidental. I could smell business tactics a mile away. I was meant to see this resume but, for what reason? Obviously, someone wanted me to meet with these two. I really don't like being maneuvered without knowing the end game. Looking at the list of names again made me feel way out of my league. I was an orphan who made good, not old money and power like this list. I was being set up for something. I disliked being in the dark. 

I tapped on Thomas Thornbird's entry on my phone. Might as well call someone I have dealt with before. Not sure the Secretary of State would even take my call. It rang a couple time before he answered.

"Robert, I was wondering when you were going to call." Caller ID was all the introduction he needed. 

"Hi Tom, I guess you know I am calling you about this resume I have in my hand." I left it an open question. I didn't want to sound too ignorant with a man like this. 

"Kind of took you by surprised did it?" I could hear the humor in his voice. Why was he playing with me? Our last dealings were cordial but, very business like. He didn't really seem to want the relationship to go past the millions we were making. 

"Yes it did. Not quite what I was expecting but, your name made me question discounting it immediately." I wanted him to know that I respect his opinions. If there were future deals between us, I didn't want to alienate them here.

"I appreciate your confidence in me Robert. Your business acumen is quite close to mine and I figured you would appreciate meeting Samantha and Rebecca." I was being butter up for something and I feared I wasn't going to be able say no. "I am the one who made sure that resume was in your stack."

"I would really like to know how you knew there was a stack to put it in." I tried to sound relaxed but, I suddenly felt kind of raped. Who else knows about my private business? 

"Don't take it personally Robert. I was impressed with that oil deal you brought me in on. Not many people could have put together that regulatory side step. All my lawyers and accountants told me I was going to take a bath. Instead, we made quite a tidy profit." He let the compliment sink in before he continued. I was still waiting for how he found out my business. "I watch people like you Robert. The staffing company you use is a wholly owned subsidiary of one of my acquisitions."

"You have been spying on my activities." I was flabbergasted. I knew men like him liked to have their advantages but, this leaned a little too far onto the wrong side of the ethical divide. "I'm not even sure what side of legal you're on."

"Spying is the wrong word Robert. I would use the term studying. I wasn't trying gain an unfair advantage. I was trying to vett a future business partner. You only seem to hire the best and your retention rates are high. All good indicators of strong leadership and business savvy. Your caretaker position just happened to cross my desk with the rest." He sidestepped the legal insinuation, complimented me and dangled future deals all in a few seconds. 

"I'm not sure if I should feel complimented or insulted." I didn't want to fully let him off the hook. I was miffed at the intrusion. 

"You asked how and I answered. There are very few people in the world who would have gotten that straight of an answer. If I didn't respect you and your skills, you would have never received that resume." He was complimenting me again and drawing me back to the original issue. He was a master at negotiation. The problem was, I did feel a bit proud that he singled me out. Ego is a bad place to negotiate from. 

"I don't quite understand why you felt that two obviously highly educated women would be a good fit for this position." I dropped the personal intrusion issue. He was done talking about it and pushing it would only cause problems that were no help to anyone. I added a new staffing company to my mental todo list.

"They are more like personal assistants then caretakers. You will find them invaluable in all aspects of your life." I found myself questioning his sincerity. Could he be imbedding spies or someone to control me? I didn't like feeling paranoid but, I was always wary of people with power. He continued, "They are intelligent, discrete and fiercely loyal. Before you ask, that loyalty would be to you. I know you may doubt that now but, I assure you, I am not trying to get another tentacle into your life." I believed him. Using the word 'another' he was admitting that he knew that the staffing service was intrusive. 

"Tom, I wasn't really looking for a PA, much less two of them. I am just trying to find someone to take of the house and grounds. I'm not sure this a good fit. Do they even know what they are interviewing for?" I was trying to lay the groundwork for disappointment. These ladies obviously meant something him and I didn't want this to create a lot of friction between us. 

He laughed. It felt kind out of place. "They are more aware than you are. Just meet with them Robert. As a favor to me, meet with them and hear them out. If you don't hire them, so be it. It won't stop me from making money with you in the future." Good, he left me an out. I didn't quite understand why they would be more aware than me but, his last statement made me feel much better. It was time to seal the deal. 

"For you Tom, I will give them a fair hearing." Let's make sure this is me doing a him a favor. "I am not all that certain it could work out but, I am intrigued." I just gave him a big qualified maybe. I really hope he meant what he said and won't hold any rejection against me. 

"I know you won't regret it, Robert." That is about all the thank you I will ever get out of him. "On another note, my pipeline guys have a proposition you might be interested in. I would appreciate you taking a look at the deal and see if you would like a piece. I would appreciate another set of eyes and a share of the risk." He really wants me to meet these girls. 

"If it's that northeast alignment, than I would be very interested." Paybacks a bitch I thought. I wondered if he was just feeding me a bone.

"Now who's spying on who. We need to have lunch so I can find out how you know anything of my supposedly secret alignment." I could almost feel the smile across the phone. My ego was pumped again. "I'll have them put together an informational packet send it over next week. You have a nice day, Robert."

"You too, Tom." The call ended and for some reason I felt like I won. I know he maneouvered me into doing what he wanted but, he let me feel like the victor. The pipeline was a long term deal with many hurdles and lots of risk. The payoff would be immense if it could be completed. It is just wise business to seek out multiple investors to share the risk. Why did I feel special when he asked me to jump on. I really had to learn to not be so impressed with people like him. 

The first four interviews went as well as expected. Two of the applicants were more impressed with me than the job. I think they were just looking for a nice place to be for a couple of years. Not quite what I was looking for. Finding someone to trust is hard enough, I certainly didn't want to repeat the process every couple of years. 

One of the ladies, Pam, seemed a bit more permanent. She had run a large house for many years and only left when the family downsized and moved south. She did seem a bit controlling. That is a good feature when dealing with third parties but, I felt we might clash. I asked her if she would have any problems keeping anything she might see or hear private. 




The Network



"I have been doing that for 30 years and no perversions have left these lips yet." She said as if she disapproved but, was resigned to her place. She had an expression like a disappointed grandmother. She caught my drift immediately and her response left me cold. I wasn't going to hire her so I covered my tracks. 

"I was speaking of business dealings, Pam. Although, it is good to hear you are discreet." I tried to remain neutral in my tone. 

"I didn't mean to insinuate anything Mr. Timmons. I was speaking of my past experiences." She lost some of her confidence. She sensed that she answered incorrectly and was trying to undo her last statement. I wasn't going to let on that her original read of my question was correct. We finished the rest of the interview cordially and I sent her on her way. 

Bruce, the fourth interviewee was by far the best. He had been a butler to a very well connected family for many years. He ran their house with his wife and came with the perfect references and hand written letters of recommendation. The untimely death of his wife had driven him from his past position. He told me he kept expecting to see her around the house which kept him from moving on. He needed a new environment, away from his old memories. I asked the same question of him as I did of Pam.

"If you hire me to take care of the house sir, that would be my only concern. Everything else will be ignored." He gestured around his surroundings, "a house of this size would keep me busy enough." I sensed he knew the breath of my question and he answered perfectly. He told me that my business is my business and he would leave me to it. I wouldn't have to walk around this man, he would walk around me. We talked a for about an hour and I was getting more certain that he was the one. He was looking for one last job, a ten year position where he could work until retirement. Perfect. We said our goodbyes and I left him with a positive impression of his prospects. 

I had almost forgotten about my agreement with Tom when the doorbell rang at exactly seven. My first thought was to think how nice it would be to have Bruce answering the door. I sighed, it was only going to cost me an hour of my time and then I could get back my life. I moved to the front door to greet them and begin the last interview. 

I opened the door and caught my breath. Before me stood two young women impeccably dressed in the exact same outfits. It made sense because from head to toe they were completely identical. Not only were they twins but, they were my dream twins. Someone went to an awful lot of trouble to set this up. I was once again suspicious of Tom's motives. 

They were both sporting very rich red hair pulled back severely into very cute buns. Their deep green eyes were covered with conservative metal framed glasses that gave the air of intelligence I found most intoxicating. They were wearing identical conservative smiles that were perfect for a first impression. Symmetrical cheeks, soft chins, rosy lips and cute little button noses sprinkled with freckles completed the look. Thier soft white blouses were conservative and obviously tailored. One stitch tighter and it would have moved from business to sexy. They were both wearing tan pencil skirts that terminated at the knee. Their gorgeous milky calves were exposed atop very nice yet conservative tan heels. I suddenly realized I was staring and hadn't even said hello. 

"Mr. Timmins, I believe we had an interview at seven." The one on left said without releasing her smile or my eyes. 

"Of course, of course," I closed my mouth and attempted smile nicely, "you must be Samantha and Rebecca. Please come in." I tried to send my mind back to business as I pointed the girls to the living room and followed them in. They both walked with the exact same confidence and looked just as fine from the rear as they did from the front. Athletically trim with a practiced stature. If anything, this interview will be visual treat. I motioned them to sit across from me on the couch as I picked up their resume and glanced at it to collect my thoughts. Their appearance was very disconcerting. For some reason I was expecting a less refined pair of ladies and certainly not twins. It caught me by surprise and threw me off my game so I tossed away my original plan of a phony interview and went straight for the truth. 

I looked up from the resume, "I was rather surprised to get a resume with two names of on it for a position that requires only one. If it wasn't for your references, I would have canceled this before it began." I tried to leave the statement with an air of curiosity. I was expecting them to explain to me why they would ever apply for this job. They picked up on it immediately. 

"Yes, Mr. Thornbird can be quite persuasive." The one on the right spoke with the exact same voice as her sister. She was letting me know that she knew exactly why this interview was happening. "He is a dear family friend and is invaluable when it comes to introductions."

"Please be assured Mr. Timmins, we are here of our own volition, not his." This was added by the one on the left. Left, right, girl one, girl two, I smiled at my struggling internal listing system. 

"I'm sorry, you both were not what I convinced myself to expect. I have been amiss in the introductions," I tried to lighten up a bit and rebuild the interview aspect, "please call me Robert and which one of you is Rebecca and who is Samantha." Both were sitting identically with dainty crossed legs and their hands in their laps.

The one on the left said, "I am Rebecca and of course my sister is Samantha."

I was hoping they stayed right where they were so I could at least reference them by name without guessing. "Well, Rebecca and Samantha, why would two obviously well connected, well educated women want to take care of my house?" I felt kind of good putting them on the spot. Someone obviously was trying to make it hard on me. I could at least return the favor. I expected them to stutter through a response to the blunt question but Samantha answered confidently. 

"We could interview with a large firm, even use our connections to guarantee a placement. We could use those same connections to seek out rich husbands. We desire neither." 

Rebecca pickup without missing a beat, "We prefer to be behind the scenes, together." She smiled at her sister, "We are quite skilled at removing all impediments in life so that the successful can be more successful." 

Samantha took over again, "We dislike the limelight, in fact, we avoid it with vigor. We have no need of tremendous wealth but, we do enjoy our comforts." She said this with a smile as she looked around the house briefly. Something didn't make sense. 

"Most of planet would consider your salary requirements as wealthy." I said trying to poke holes in their statements. Rebecca chimed in.

"Wealth, as defined by those that do not possess it is very different than how you, or we, define it. We have become used to certain comforts. We are confident that we would earn our pay many times over." Why this didn't sound snobbish I wasn't sure. Her delivery was smooth and confident without a hint disdain for the general population. I wasn't close to accepting their arguments as a solution to the position but, I was curious.

"The duties of this position can easily be handled by one person at a third of the price you are asking. I don't see how I could justify your salary request. I am not saying you couldn't be the best caretakers in the world, I am just not sure that second best isn't good enough." I had begun laying the groundwork for the rejection. As lovely as they were, I won't allow my business sense to be steered by my dick. I laughed inside thinking about me running around naked with these two in my house. No, this would never work. 

"We are more than caretakers although, you would never have to worry about the house again. We facilitate all the petty aspects of life. Your only worries would be the next business deal without life's baggage to clutter your thoughts." Samantha wasn't pleading, she was informing. 

"I am not really looking for personal assistants, Samantha", thank god they had remained in their original seats, "I just need someone to take care of the house. I don't think I would enjoy having someone intrude into the more personal aspects of my life." Especially these two beauties. For the first time, I was kind of embarrassed about thinking about my private perversions.

Rebecca smiled, "Of course Robert. We can understand your reservations. It is a hard thing to understand without experiencing the benefits. Can we ask you to defer your decision until Monday?"

I smiled, "Rebecca, I know you two have tremendous connections but, I don't think that kind of pressure will work on me. I gave you the hearing I promised Mr. Thornbird. I just don't think you understand my needs." I hated to put the nail in the coffin. For some reason, it just didn't feel good turning them down. It kind of made my stomach turnover. A very alien sensation. 

Samantha mirrored Rebecca's smile, "No one will call. Mr. Thornbird was only an introduction not pressure for the hire. In fact, he would be very upset if we insinuated otherwise. We would be grateful if you took the weekend to think about it. If on Monday you are still committed to a different course, you won't hear any arguments from us." 

"I am not sure how that helps you but, I can wait till Monday." I suddenly felt better. My body seemed to like agreeing with these two. Another reason to not hire them, I can't have my reason being steered by a bowel movement. 

They both stood in unison maintaining their pleasant smiles. Rebecca spoke, "That is all we can ask Robert. We really want to thank you for your time. I wish we would have been more convincing but, who knows, maybe time will be our friend." She seemed more confident than her statement let on. I still sensed that someone was taking me for a ride. My stomach turned again. I must have eaten something bad or possible getting ill. 

I headed to the door trying to beat them there so I could be the gentleman. I open the door and feebly said, "It was truly a pleasure to meet both of you." We shook hands. Both hands were soft and comfortable. I may not want to hire them but, I really would like to see them again. I knew that wasn't an option and I was slightly depressed about it. I must be getting ill. I watched as they headed toward their car and quickly closed the door before they realized I was staring once again. I realized I was holding my breath and sighed. 

Surprisingly, Friday rolled around with no high pressure calls from the whos who. I have been trying to find a reason to justify hiring the two until I realized it was my dick doing the thinking. Those two gave me no reason to think I was even slightly desirable. I kind of fished a bit lower than those two. Girls who were blinded by my wealth suited me just fine. Tonight I had a date with Darla and I would soon forget about the whole problem. I remembered what she looked like Tuesday morning and smiled inwardly. Yes, I would have fun tonight. Shit, I forgot to get a reservation at the Barklays. There was a good chance they wouldn't have any rooms over the weekend.

I prayed that Rick could deal with this as I dialed his number. "Rick, it's Robert Timmins, I really hate to put this on you so late in the day but, I neglected to book a room for tonight. Think you can work your magic." Always slip in a veiled compliment to grease the wheels.

"I am a little confused Mr. Timmons. You're booked for two days in the presidential." Now I was confused. I don't forget things like that very easily. Did I book it before I left Monday? Well no point in trying to slide this by Rick. 

"I certainly don't remember booking it." I really hated admitting weakness, especially mental weakness. "I won't look a gift horse in the mouth. I do need the room." I said chuckling. Hopefully my levity would lighten the stupidity. "I won't be checking in until late so make sure they hold it."

"Mr. Timmons, I am concerned that something is going on. Your guest from Monday, Ms Darla, already has you checked in. I assumed you agreed to this. I apologize if I overstepped your intentions." What the fuck. Did she really believe my throwing money around gave her carte blanche to act in my name. I tried to remain calm.

"No Rick, you acted correctly given the circumstances. Darla is the one who overstepped. Ring the room for me, I need to have a word." I was trying to not upset Rick. I truly liked the guy and he had never let me down in the past. 

"She already left saying she was going out to meet you. I must say Mr. Timmins, she was quite stunning. Anything you want me to do on this end." She may look good but, she was about to be crushed down to size. I was trying to think back to our last conversation. Was there anything I said that would have given her the impression I would allow her to take these types of liberties with my name. Hell, I pay them to stay out of my life not entangle themselves into it. 

"No, Rick. Leave it be. I will deal with this myself. Thanks for all your help."

"Of course Mr. Timmins." I said goodbye and took a slow breath. I was supposed to meet her at McDewitts. Certainly, not the place to go all ballistic. I needed to calm down. Darla, wasn't worth a public argument. I ran through a bunch of dialog until I settled on a succinct quiet laying down of the law and a goodbye. Guess she didn't even make it to the second date. 

When I entered McDewitts, a thought struck me. I tested the theory when I arrived at the head waiters desk. "Reservation for Timmins." I asked. Sure enough he nodded and smiled. She had pushed it to the limit. 

"Welcome Mr Timmins. Your companion has already arrived and has been seated. He reached under the desk and pulled out a single red rose and handed it to me. "A rose as you requested. And if you don't mind me saying, she looks absolutely stunning. Is there some special occasion we should be aware of?" I looked dumbfounded at the rose. Something was wrong. I could imagine Darla taking liberties with my name but, buying her own rose didn't fit her profile. 

"No, just a second date." I said with little confidence.

"As you say sir, let me show you to your table." He headed off into the main dining room. We only made it past a couple of tables before I spotted Darla's smiling face. She stood when she recognized me. Stunning was an understatement. Her red curls were pulled by a green ribbon and styled to cascade down her shoulders. Her soft green dress fit perfectly and tastefully accented the curves of her body. It dropped below her neck to reveal the smallest portion of cleavage without advertising. It was mouth watering. A thin burgundy belt was accenting her hips and perfectly breaking up the design of the dress as it dropped to just above her knees. The burgundy heels defined her shapely legs. The color pallet was perfect on her. It set off her hair perfectly. 

I wasn't the only one admiring Darla. Every person in the place glanced over when she rose. The men lingered longer than the women. I could only imagine the struggle they faced attempting not to stare. My anger had dissipated in that first look. I wasn't confident in my ability to control the situation. I certainly didn't want to start an argument with her here. I didn't want to argue with her at all. I approached and did the only thing that made sense, I handed her the rose.

"You look stunning Darla," I said it with reverence as I looked into her lovely brown eyes. Even her understated makeup was effective. She was like a painting. She smiled at the compliment and leaned forward and kissed my cheek. Her musky perfume wafted to my nose like a spring breeze. It made her more desirable. 

"Thank you Robert," she whispered in my ear "I feel wonderful and tonight, so will you." She sat demurely into her chair and gave me a devilish smile. I now had no desire to chastise her methods. We had a delicious meal and wonderful conversation. She laughed at all my lame jokes and flirted insistently. My blood was boiling. 

As promised, I took her dancing and she laughed lovingly at my clumsy attempts at the art. She enjoyed improving my steps and tempted me during every slow dance. I was the center of her universe that night and I was the envy of every man who saw us. I was having the time of my life. 

We returned to the hotel late. Rick was there waiting for me. He usually went home will before midnight. Out of earshot of Darla, Rick asked "Is everything OK Mr. Timmins?"

I smiled, "She is stunning Rick and I am only a man." He smiled and nodded. I think he was happy everything worked out. He didn't want to be party to any games on my account.

Darla opened the door to the suite and pulled me in by my hand. With a sultry swagger, she pulled me to the bed and gave a sexy controlling push to the chest. I allowed myself to fall backward as she reached up to undo the band that was holding her hair in place. Her curls exploded from their confinement and she went from a sophisticat to wench. The belt hit the floor followed quickly by the dress. She stood before me in what I believed was the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen. The same soft green that painted her dress was now in soft lace. Her breasts were advertised seductively, barely contained by the translucent material. She let me stare for a moment, proud of her new look. She looked better than naked. I was highly aroused. 

"You treated me like a queen tonight. Now it's my turn." She slide down to her knees overusing my thighs for leverage. She giggled removing my shoes and socks making a statement by throwing them randomly behind her. She slowly removed my belt and pants making sure her cleavage was wiggling in my eyes with her struggles. She smiled at my tented boxers, reached out and began to caress my cock through the thin material. "Someone likes my new look." she said while looking at my clothed boner. She grabbed the elastic on the sides and relieved me of my shorts. 

She pushed my cock flat against my shirt. Her eyes locked on to mine and she dragged the flat of her tongue from my balls, along the exposed underside to the tip of my tool. She engulfed the head while holding my eyes and began to massage it with her tongue. It was a wonderful view looking beneath her eyes to her green laced encased breasts tightly swinging between her arms. This was the most erotic scene I have ever been part of. She closed her eyes and dropped her lips down my shaft engulfing half my member in slow ecstasy. She rose back up and then back down taking it all the way to the base. I moaned my satisfaction. I had a desire to grab her delicious hair and control the action. For some reason, I felt it would be insulting and held back as she slowly raised her mouth back up and off my cock. 

She placed her index finger in her mouth and dreamily sucked it wet. We locked eyes again, "Cum for me Robert." Her mouth returned to my cock and the slow descent began again. Her index finger found my rectum and started painting circles. When she had me in her throat once again, I lost it with a mighty groan as my hips attempted to drive my cock deeper. I empty what felt like a gallon of jism into her mouth and she allowed none to escape. She released my cock with a smile and seductively licked her lips. "Someone is having fun," Darla said as she tenderly stroked my relaxing member. 

I laughed, "That someone is me." I sat up and removed my shirt and threw it to the floor. I lifted her head till we were eye to eye, lip to lip. "You are phenomenal. " I said honestly as I dipped my head for a passionate kiss. At first instant she was stiff lipped with surprise. Then she relented and returned the kiss pulling me closer with her hands stroking the back of my head. I could taste myself on her tongue and I didn't care. I just wanted to have more of her. I no longer cared that she was a prostitute.




The Network



I twisted our bodies until she was lying on her back and I was in control. I had a desire to make her cum. Not one of those phoney orgasms I usually receive. I wanted to be the man that deserved this fantasy. I dropped between her legs and began kissing her ankle and slowly worked my way down her leg. I enjoyed the confusion in her eyes as I neared her lace panties.

"Robert, you really don.." I didn't let her finish.

"I want to," I injected as I reached my destination and kissed the lace.

"Oh God," she quivered. The material was as soft as it looked. I caressed it with my cheek and inhaled her womanhood. It only increased my determination. I slowly dragged the heavenly cloth down her thighs and off her legs. I returned to my target and was rewarded with the cutest bare pussy I had ever seen. I caressed where that small patch of red hair was a week ago. It was warm, smooth and oh so soft. I was rewarded with moan. I leaned in and kissed the newly bald area and circled the area with my tongue. She responded by lifting her knees and spreading her legs giving me better access. I circled her sex with my lips, lightly across her inner thighs leaving wet kisses. Her scent was intoxicating.

I traced the lips of her sex with my tongue from bottom to top. I was rewarded with an involuntary tremor in her legs. I purposely avoided her clit and tickled its hood softly with my finger as I retraced her opening from top to bottom. I tasted her as her lips became engorged and her flower began opening its glistening folds. She had a sweet, lingering flavor that made me explore further. I looked over her lacy breasts to see her head thrown back. She wasn't used to this type of unselfish attention. 

When I dragged my tongue between her folds and deep into her, a moan escaped her lips. It was deep and unrehearsed. She was incredibly wet and her hips were lifting slightly off the bed to help me go deeper. I replaced my tongue with first one then two fingers and began to softly, but firmly massage the inside of her pussy. When I curled them up and rubbed the top of her channel her hips went into overdrive, involuntarily thrusting upwards trying give me better access. I smiled and placed the flat of my tongue on her ignored love button and rubbed it back and forth. 

"Oh god, Robert...Oh shit, Oh Shit... Robert..." Her hips locked about a foot above the bed. Her legs started shaking and she held my head in place with her hands. My hand was becoming soaked with the spasm of her orgrasm. I continued tickling her bud with my tongue in an attempt to lengthen her experience. Suddenly her hips dropped and she began pushing my head away from her pussy. 

"Fuck, fuck...Fuck." Her whole body was shaking. I tried to follow her sex but, she moved to quickly and clamped her thighs shut and curled into a quivery ball on her side. 

I hadn't seen this before. I was concerned I might have hurt her so I moved to her side and caressed naked hip. "Darla, are you all right? I didn't mean to hurt you?" I tried to say this quietly, for some reason a whisper seemed appropriate. 

"Too sensitive," She was panting "give me a second." She was taking deep breaths still guarding her pussy. The tremors had ceased but, her skin was covered by goose bumps. I curled against her to share my warmth. My cock, now back to full mast, rested along her ass crack. She absently reached back and gently stroked it. It felt heavenly. 

She turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were watering and the most wonderful smile graced her lips. "That was intense. I have never cum like that." She whispered then turned her body to mine and kissed me deeply. She pulled her lips free and looked into my eyes. "Oh, am I ever going to rock your world." She rolled me on my back and took control again. She mounted my cock and lowered her soaking pussy down the shaft. I groaned as her pussy muscles went to work. "I have laid with other men," she panted as she rode my cock, "they were all boys compared to you." She was caressing my ego as she massaged my shaft with her pussy. "You wonderful man you." Her hips were steadily moving up and down as she undid her green lace bra and threw it across the room. Her gorgeous breasts began to swing free to my visual delight. 

She grabbed my hands and directed them to her breasts. "I can't believe I want you in me. I mean I really have to have you in me." Her panting was increasing as she professed her lust. She was getting giddy as her hips continued to work their magic. She was smiling as she looked into my eyes. "I want your cum in me. I want to feel your cock exploding in my pussy." She dropped her lips to mine and drove her tongue into my mouth. I blissfully lost control and spasmed into her cunt filling her with everything I had. It was a lust filled dream, a beautiful woman coaxing out my cum for the second time in one night. She made me feel like my sperm was a precious gift as she cooed during my orgasm. She didn't fake her own pleasure, she just made sure that I knew that this one was for me. What a wonderful girl. 

We laughed and teased through a shower. Made love again and showered again. All in all it was the deepest sexual experience I had ever had with a woman. I finally fell asleep in her arms. I think she beat me to dream land but, only by moments. 

Morning, as always, brought clarity to my thoughts. I woke once the sun attacked my eyes. Damn curtains. I never seem to get enough sleep. Darla was still spooned into my body with the end of a pillow covering her eyes. I smiled at her planning. She really knew how to hold onto her sleep. I slowly unraveled from her sexy body trying to not wake her. I realized I failed when I heard a drawn out soft meow from her as she rolled onto her back. 

"Well I didn't really expect the night to go like that, it was beyond lovely." She was smiling dreamily at me with her face framed beautifully by her disheveled red curls. "I mean she told me it would be nice but, I didn't really believe her. Your people really know you Robert." 

I jumped out of bed forgetting my nakedness. Darla seemed shocked at my quickness and looked on with concern. "Did I say something wrong?" She questioned as she sat up forgetting her own nakedness. I was playing back her statement in my mind making sure I didn't misunderstand.

I looked at Darla and carefully said "Who is she, Darla?". I think it made it sound a bit more ominous than I intended. Her expression changed from confusion to one of fear. 

"You're scaring me Robert." she was shaking slightly as she pulled the sheet over her breasts. 

I realized quickly that she was not my enemy. She had given me an amazing night I must have looked like I was about the punch her in the face. I relaxed my shoulders and slowly sat next to her on the bed and reassured her. "Oh Darla, last night was lovely dream. I am certainly not angry at you." I hugged her close and she relaxed in my arms. "You just surprised me. I was confused by what you said. Hell, I am concerned about how all of last night happened." I was caressing her back as I attempted to undo her panic. 

"You didn't send Rebecca to me?" Shit, the interview, how the fuck did they find out about last night. I felt a shudder in Darla's body and I realized she was crying. I pulled back and saw tears as she realized that I was unaware of Rebecca's intrusion. "She said it would be my last time," her breath was halting as she sobbed, "I knew it was too good to be true, she promised to much. A person like me doesn't deserve anything like that." She was bawling and I was lost. I had always been able to avoid situations like this. After last night, I couldn't walk away. Fucking empathy. I did the only thing that made sense, I pulled her close and held her. There was going to be hell to pay and I resigned myself to make sure Darla didn't suffer because of it. 

"What did she promise you, Darla?" She was sobbing and pointed to her purse on the night stand. I handed it to her and she pulled out an envelope. 

"A silly dream," she sobbed, "she played me well. I'm sorry Robert. I am so fucking stupid, I should have known better". She was sobbing again obviously crushed by what had happened. Why did I feel worse about what they did to her than what they did to me. I opened the envelope and pulled out an official looking letter with an embossed sorority label at the top. 'Dear Susan Howard,' it began. 

"Susan?" I questioned. 

"My real name." She responded with tears running down her cheeks, "how the fuck did she know my real name."

'We are pleased to inform you that are this years recipient of the Gloris Newark scholarship.' It continued for many paragraphs explaining that it was a full ride for Vasar awarded by the same sorority that graced Rebeccas and Samantha's resume. I was stunned. 

"Susan, I certainly didn't send Rebecca to see but, I think this is real." I said slowly as I lowered the letter to the nightstand. Susan looked up to me with red eyes.

"What do you mean real? Please don't fuck with me Robert, I can't take much more of this." She was serious. 

I picked up the phone and called the desk, "This is Mr. Timmins in room 534. Is Rick in yet?" They said he wasn't due for another hour. "Thanks, can you switch me to room service please." They did and I ordered a large breakfast for two with a large pot of coffee. 

"No matter what happens Susan, I will make sure that doesn't come back to bite you." She smiled weakly, not really trusting me or anything else at the moment. "Why don't you start at the beginning, when did Rebecca first contact you?"

I found out that Rebecca contacted Susan the day after the interview. She spoke with enough authority that Susan was convinced she was my assistant. I asked her if she ever said she was my assistant. She realized that Rebecca only said that she was acting on my behalf and never actually stated she was in my employ. 

Susan explained how Rebecca took her shopping. Susan was animated when she described how much fun it was shopping with Rebecca and how she was impressed with Rebecca's knowledge of fashion. They visited numerous shops before they found the dress and had it tailored to fit. They spent Thursday discussing the itinerary for Friday evening and Rebecca gave her talking points and stressed that she should only call me by my first name. No 'honey' or 'baby' just 'Robert'. I was enthralled with the detail that Rebecca intrusted with Susan. She did it all while endearing herself to Susan. I sensed that Susan wanted to please Rebecca more than than me. 

Breakfast arrived and we realized we were famished. We sat in Barklay robes and gorged on fresh fruit and pancakes. Once we began to fill up, I had her continue.

Susan was picked up Friday morning and taken to stylist who completed her hair and makeup. They gave her a designer scent that they claimed was created just for her. I could see that Susan had never been handled like this before and she adored the experience. At lunch, Rebecca had handed her the scholarship letter and told her that this would be her last night and I would be her last customer. Susan was getting teary again, I guess she was having second thoughts about trusting Rebecca's word. When she described what happened when she walked into the restaurant I knew that I wasn't going to let Rebecca and Samantha let her down.

"I mean, I have always had men look at me before but, rarely above my tits. I walked into McDewitts and I felt like a lady. Men were looking in my eyes and the women smiled. Walking to the table took forever, I think I was 50 shades of pink by the time I got there. And when I saw you with the rose, I nearly died. You were beaming and everyone knew you were there to see me. I almost forgot I was working girl.", she was animated again. She looked so cute remembering the previous night. 

There was a knock on the door. I let Rick in the room and he embarrassingly nodded to Susan and said "Good morning mam." Susan smiled at the honorific and returned a good morning. 

"We are trying to figure out few things from last night, Rick." I said, "was my assistant the one who booked the room?" I think I knew the answer so I worded as such.

"Yes, Samantha stopped in on Tuesday and made all the arrangements. She also made sure that the car was available for Ms. Darla. She was quite efficient. She asked me to stay on post til you returned from your evening. Just to see if you two needed anything." He realized what must of happened and interjected, "Did she forget to touch base with you before Friday, is that how we all got confused?" 

"Something like that." I smiled, "I will make sure you're compensated for your efforts Rick and I want to thank you for your continued discretion." 

"No need, Mr Timmins. Samantha already got me two tickets to that sold out Russian ballet thing downtown." he laughed , "I hate the ballet but, my wife hasn't stopped thanking me. I'm kind of her hero right now which is better than gold these days." I didn't even know he was married. How did they know that tickets for his wife was the way to go? They were good, real good. 

I thanked him again anyway and he left with the remnants of our breakfast. Susan looked at me, "Who are these women?" I now knew Susan's secrets and I saw no issue with her knowing some of mine. I explained the strange interview and desire to have me wait until Monday before making a final decision. 

She listened to the story and came back with an succinct observation. "Fuck, thank god they weren't working against you." She was right. I still had no clue how they figured out so much about my dealings. But what bothered me the most is how they guessed what was in my head. I began to wonder if I could have them running loose in the world. A pleasant thought ran through my mind. It was time to throw a wrench in the works. 

I called down to Rick and told him I forgot my phone and asked if Samantha happened to leave her number. She did, efficiency would allow no less. I gave Susan a devious smile and dialed the number. Samantha answered and I place her on speaker. 

"Samantha, you are on speaker with Ms. Howard and myself." I cherished the imagined expressions, "Does Rebecca happen to be there." There was a slight pause as the their phone as put on speaker.

"I am here Robert", she answered tentatively, "We were expecting your call but, I must say we were not expecting Ms. Howard to participate." I was jumping happily inside. I didn't want to be as predictable as they had proved last night.

"I have just offered a Ms. Howard a temporary position with my firm," Susan was shaking her head no while trying to figure out where this was headed. "She is my current head of staffing and will be conducting the final interviews for the position." I was smiling ear to ear watching Susan's questioning look. "She has a few questions for you." I leaned into Susan's ear and whispered, "Get all the answers you need."

Susan was silent for a moment then found her confidence asked flat out. "Rebecca, did you lie to me?" Direct, just as I hoped. If these two were going to fuck with us, they deserved to be brought to task. There was a short pause before Rebecca came back with a response.

"No Ms. Howard, I never lied to you. I will admit that I left out some important facts but I never lied." It sounded sincere.

"Vasar is real?", That's my girl. Keep them on their toes. 

"Absolutely, we would never falsify that. Two of our sisters at Delta Phi have been tasked to acclimate you to the environment if you choose to follow through. They are unaware of your history but, they have been informed that you haven't been exposed to some of the things you will encounter there." Damn, they are thorough. They planned more than her attendance, they were laying the groundwork for her success. 

"Why would you do this for me?." A valid question. Looking for motive before applying trust. Smart girl. Rebecca wasn't caught off guard.

"It took us only two days to realize you are in the wrong profession. You have dreams beyond your means and have the brains to achieve them. Truthfully, your past is the only thing standing in your way. We didn't feel right about leaving you with only one path in life." Rebecca didn't even fumble the answer. 

"How did you know so much about me? How did you find name?" I was really interested in the answer to this one. Keep digging girl. 

"Um, I guess I have to apologize about that." Susan was intrigued, "While we were shopping and you were trying on clothes, you left your phone on the bench. It was fairly simple to identify your mothers number. Your hometown libraries collection of high school yearbooks gave us a good start. It didn't take us long to put your past together after that." Resourceful simplicity. I was kind of impressed. I was also trying to think about what clues I had been leaving around. Susan didn't seem impressed. .

"You didn't speak to my mother did you?" Susan looked and sounded angry. 

"No, we would never do something like that." Susan relaxed. I suspect her mother was blissfully unaware of her current profession. Susan calmed and switched gears. 

"We both feel that we have been deceived. What made you believe this would improve your employment prospects." Bam! Lay it on the line. I only hire the best I smiled to myself. 

"Deceit is a strong word. I believe you both were intending the same evening you experienced before we augmented it. We didn't make any of the major decisions and we certainly didn't change any of the plans. If we had failed in improving the evening I suspect we wouldn't be talking now." She was prepared for the question, "Did you not enjoy the evening?" she pushed it back to Susan.

"It was as wonderful as you suspect but, the mornings revelations were a bit traumatic. Are saying that future employment with Robert will be wrought with second guessing and more traumatic mornings." She was getting good with this. She might make a good lawyer. 

"No, there is quite of difference when you know what's coming. We would never keep our manipulations secret once employed. We will simply remove the trivial considerations of his life and allow him to enjoy the rest." Rebecca made a good point. I had to admit that last night was whole lot nicer when they stuck their noses into it. 

"How does Robert know that you will remain loyal. Secrets like last night have a way of coming back and ruining a man. You would be in a great position to maximize damage." Sarah was thinking ahead. The girls were right when they said she had a good head on her shoulders. 

"Unfortunately, trust can only be built over time. Last night was an example of our commitment to Robert no matter the subject. We could have attempted to use it as leverage but, instead we participated and enhanced its execution. We will be loyal to Robert alone and in time Robert will recognize that for the fact that it is." Susan was undeterred. 

"Why Robert?" 

"He is successful, unattached and has no family. He doesn't want a wife or any of the emotional attachments that type of commitment brings to the table. We can work best in that kind of environment. As you could tell last night, it is difficult to remain objective when your loyalty has to stretch to multiple people." Susan nodded her head and continued. 

"Your target criteria and that of a gold digger seem aligned." Susan left the comment open and waited for response.

Rebecca and Samantha laughed. I was no longer sure who as answering. "We would not have choosen Robert if it was that easy to part him from his money. We really have no need of his fortune. Our references should attest to the fact that we come from very old money. Our family is very well connected. If employed, we would have a vested interest in making sure that Robert remains wealthy and lives a long life." They were answering everything but, not really answering anything at all. I was only certain that I didn't want these ladies as enemies. 




The Network



"Would you like my recommendation, Robert." Susan also recognized the futility of asking any more probing questions. 

"Of course." I folded my arms across my chest. 

"They worked for four days without your knowledge or consent. Last night was the result of their talents. If you measure employability by achieving and surpassing goals, they hit a homerun. It is only logical that their successes will only improve with your consent. If you don't hire them, you take the chance of their talents being used against you. I feel this as a very low possibility. I still question their motivation but, I don't believe their true reasons are nefarious." Susan was checking off her fingers as she emptied her mind. "After last night, I realize I care what happens to you. I have full intention of going to Vasar and strangely, it would give me a sense of comfort if I knew these two were looking out for you. I recommend you hire them." Susan finished while looking me eyes. I had no idea why it touched me that a prostitute cared about my future. Then again she just quit the business. There was really only one resolution to this situation. Sorry Bruce. 

"I am not one for second guessing my consultants. Your salary requirements are acceptable ladies. Can I expect you Monday morning?" I smiled to Susan who seemed a little shocked that I allowed her to make such a life changing decision. 

"Thank you for your trust. We will be there Monday, Robert." I had no idea who just answered. I was going to have to get them name tags. I will never be able tell them apart. 

"Remind me to inform HR of Susan's contribution to the company. I believe twenty percent of the first years salary is the standard finders fee." I was smiling at my brilliance and felt good about adding to Susan's change in fortune."I leave it to you two to gather her vitals." I wanted to give the girls a good reason to check up on Susan.

"That is the standard commission and will be the first thing on our list. We will see you Monday." I suddenly remembered that they will be running around my house. So much for privacy. Then again, my night with Susan didn't seem to phase there sensibilities a bit. Might just have to keep a door closed once in awhile. I canceled the call without saying goodbye. Have to start letting them know who is boss. I turned to Susan whose mouth was hanging open.

"Did you just give me thirty thousand dollars?" She was obviously way out of her comfort zone. 

"Actually, it was more like twenty. The government is going to take their cut." I was relishing her shock. She was simply adorable when she didn't know which direction to go. 

"That is way too much. We were only on the phone for five minutes. Robert, I really appreciate the gesture but, I can't accept it." She was seriously trying to turn it down. She had already mentally quit her job. There was no way Darla would have passed on the money.

"You can and you will. There is no way I will allow you to enter Vasar without a new wardrobe. Those rich socialites will have to find a different reason to raise their noses. Face it, you now have three benefactors who wish to take pride in your success." I wasn't going to let her not accept my help. "If you think I am going to give you a dime for last night, you are sadly mistaken. It felt like a real date and pleases me to keep it that way. I know it is a trivial distinction but, I will only pay you for your consulting and in truth, it was valuable to me." Susan started to tear up again. Damn, why do I let her affect me. 

"It was a wonderful night. Best time I have had in a long time." She leaned over and hugged me placing her head over my shoulder. I think she was hiding her tears. "I mean, I know that there is no 'us' in the future but, last night felt so good." Smart girl. I am mister non-commitment. Last night was our last date. Another date would never measure up.

"This is going to sound a little strange coming from me. When I feel like I have lost control of things, I get a little antsy." Here I was confiding in her again. "There is one thing I do that always returns me to earth." I suddenly felt ridiculous and last part came out less the confident. "Would you like to go with me to the zoo?" 

She pulled back from my shoulder beaming. "What a wonderful idea. I haven't been to a zoo in years." She was bouncing as she headed for her overnight bag. "Did you bring a change of clothes?" She asked as she pulled out shorts, tshirt and tennis shoes. "Rebecca mentioned I should drop off a change of clothes when I checked in yesterday.." She slowed as she thought about the preparations. "Damn, they're good".

I couldn't go in my dress clothes and the zoo was not on the way to my house. Didn't matter, what's the point of having all this money if you can't do what you want. The hotel had a small, all be it, expensive clothing store usually reserved for those who forgot their tennis or swimming apparel. I called down to Rick to make sure it was open on Saturday. 

"Not until after lunch Mr. Timmins. Samantha had me put an ensemble aside for you yesterday in case you needed it. She assured me it that they were the correct size. Would you like me to bring it up?" Now it was getting scary. I told him that would be fine and hung up the phone. I looked at Susan, "Damn, they're good."

The zoo had been one of my favorite places since childhood. No matter what kind of problems I was having, the animals never failed to entertain. I have always made donations when they called and even ponied up big when they were trying to build new exhibits. Zoo's and prostitutes were my only real indulgences. I had no idea why I was sharing my private joy with Susan, but her enthusiasm was contagious. I kind of felt like a grandfather taking a grandchild to the zoo for the first time. It was to bad the monkey exhibit was closed. They were my favorite to watch. I always thought of them like little people with no moral inhibitions to reign in their freedom. A new facility was under construction and the contributor letters said it wouldn't be open until the residents were given time to acclimate to the new surroundings. Luckily, there was plenty of other animals to gawk at. 

We walked up to the ticket booth and I handed my season pass through the window and mentioned I had a guest with me. The attendant glanced at my pass and wheeled his chair back to a phone on the wall. After a brief conversation he returned and pulled a manilla envelope out of drawer and handed it to me. 

"Ms. Howard's pass is inside as well as the park maps, train pass and 2 tickets to the sealion show at 1pm." he said all this as if I should know what he was talking about. "If you will wait by the elephant statue," he was pointing to the left just inside the park, "Dr. Franklin will be with you in just a moment." He returned to counting ticket stubs like when I first walked up. I didn't have to ask how they knew Susan's name. I just walked like a zombie to the elephant statue. 

"Well hello Mr. Timmins." I stout elderly gentleman with a trimmed white beard was holding out his hand. I shook it. "And you must be Ms. Howard." Susan shook his hand. "I am Dr. Franklin but, please call me Doug. I was so pleased when your assistant called and told me you were planning a visit." He seemed sincerely happy. "Your contributions have been most helpful and I wanted to thank you personally. I seem to have missed you at the donor dinners."

"No offense, I kind of avoid those things." I was trying to avoid admitting I only knew half of what was going on.

"I would avoid them to if I could." He laughed jovial, "I thought you and Ms Howard would like a personal tour of the new monkey house. It won't be open to the public for a few more weeks but, it will allow us to show our gratitude." Susan smiled feeling a bit privileged.

"We would love that." I really meant it. Never thought of calling ahead and leaning on my contributions. 

"Well follow me then. We have to take a few back alleys into the bowels of the zoo." He stepped off at a brisk pace toward an employee only sign. I felt like a five year old at Christmas. I grabbed Susan's hand and leaped after Doug. I didn't want to miss a thing. 

Susan looked at me and smiled, "Damn, they're good." She, like me, no longer cared how they surmised our destination. 

Monday was too soon in coming. I reluctantly said goodbye to Susan Saturday evening and wished her the best at Vasar. I had no desire to be intimate with her again but, we shared enough secrets to make me comfortable around her. I do like my comfort.  

At exactly eight AM the door bell chimed. I didn't think I had anything scheduled until that afternoon so I was still in my robe. I opened the door to see Rebecca and Samantha in matching cutoffs and t-shirts, moving clothes. "Good morning Robert." I had absolutely no idea which was which. They both smiled and entered the foyer. "Rebecca is going to open the back door so those gentlemen can move our belongings into our room without disturbing you." Process of elimination, it was Samantha speaking and gesturing to the moving truck in the drive. I didn't remember telling them which room would be theirs. The events this weekend had me quite convinced that they already knew which one I had allocated. Rebecca headed off to the rear of the house ignoring my halted directions.

"I notice a bunch of discarded furniture stacked in the garage." I didn't remember leaving the garage door open. "Would you like these gentleman to haul it away?".

"Well yes, I have been meaning to get rid of it. It was left here by the previous owners when they staged the house." Why did I feel it necessary to explain it's existence?

"There is a resale shop across town, the zoo is having a charity auction this weekend or we can donate it to salvation army." She ticked off the options on her fingers and waited for my guidance.

"If zoo can make use of it, give it to them. Oh, and thank you for Saturday. It was ... special." I admitted hesitantly. I didn't want to admit that it was the best time I had ever had at the zoo. 

"We are glad you enjoyed yourself. Dr. Franklin was wonderful. He was genuinely pleased to escort another animal lover around the park." She said this matter of factly as she moved toward the kitchen. I followed closely, wondering how she was going to inform the movers about the furniture from the kitchen. Instead, she opened the third cupboard, bypassed three different types of fancy coffee and grabbed the plastic container of Folgers and the filters next to it. She pulled the coffee maker away from the wall and began making coffee like she had lived here her whole life. I was mesmerized. That fancy crap was the result of gifts over time. I grew up on Folgers and, unless I am on the road, it was all I drank. 

"I already spoke with Maggie this morning. You have a conference call at ten with your department heads." Crap, nothing like a nice weekend to make me lose track of my commitments. "She faxed over the agenda and a set of handwritten notes on the subject that you left in the office. They should be waiting in your office here." It would have been a bit embarrassing forgetting my own meeting. Suddenly a bad thought entered my head. 

"You two are not thinking that Maggie is redundant are you?" Maggie has been my secretary for ten years. We have gotten very used to each other. She is very loyal to me and in turn, I am loyal to her. 

"Oh heavens no. She is our eyes and ears at corporate. We wouldn't be near as effective if we lost her." The pot began to blow steam as it dripped fresh coffee. "She is taking care of Susans processing for you. Pam in HR was hesitant in dealing with us directly until she got word from you." They already have already found their way into my corporate umbrella. How did they convince Maggie? Samantha continued, "It's Maggie's twenty fifth wedding anniversary today. She is really proud of it and in this day and age, who can blame her. She and her husband will be having dinner at Vitolini's tonight. The maitre d has been instructed to surprise them a nice bottle of champagne with a short violin serenade with your compliments." She smiled, "Every woman likes to be the center of attention now and then." I remembered Susan's transformation and her description of walking in the restaurant. 

"How thoughtful of you Samantha." I realized I was grinning.

"Well actually, it will come from you." She was grinning back. "That reminds me," She held up her hand in the standard high five position. I complied. "That's from her husband Frank. He hates frilly surprises and wanted to thank you for letting him in on it so he didn't look like a 'dork' as he put it. Sweet guy really." Did I just do some male bonding through a gorgeous redhead? I am going to look like a hero and all I did was sleep in. 

She continued to fill me in while pouring me a cup of coffee. "We found Bruce Wilkerson a great position with the Havertons. We couldn't leave such a talented man out in the cold at our expense." These ladies have a talent of leaving everyone they touch a bit better off. "Go ahead and relax, I'll go get you those notes so you can prepare for your ten o'clock." She moved off toward my home office. Why was I not surprised that she knew where it was. 

Curiosity got the best of me. "Aren't you going to tell the movers about the furniture in the garage?"

She gave me mischievous smile. "They already know. Now if you would have chosen a different option, then I would had to talk with them." I laughed to myself. They have been in my employe for a total of ten minutes and I already didn't know how I got by without them. 

Just before ten, Maggie called. "Are you ready to be put into conference Mr. Timmins." 

"One moment Maggie," I valued her opinion, "What is your opinion off Rebecca and Samantha?" 

"They are very competent and will be a great asset to you, Mr Timmins." What a line of bull. She was feeding me the corporate line like she felt I wanted to hear. 

"Maggie, there is no one else here with me, what are your honest impressions?" I tried to emphasize the word 'honest'. "I don't want you to dress it up."

"Well frankly, Mr Timmins, its about damn time you got some help. They are wonderful. This is the first morning I felt that we were on track together. I am usually frazzled on Monday because I never know what you remember from the week before. It is really difficult when you work from home so much. Today, I think we had your day organized before you even got out of bed." They already had her using the word 'we'. They bonded as a team and have my favorite employee eating out of their hands before the ink in their contract is dry. 

"So you think I should keep them?" I was smiling openly playing Mr Obvious. 

"Are you playing with me Mr. Timmins?" She wasn't biting.

"Maggie, my name is Robert. All my friends call me Robert and so should you. And yes I was toying with you. I was just making sure you agreed with my decision to hire them since you will be working closely with them." I paused a bit, "Oh, and congratulations on reaching twenty five. Pretty impressive this day and age. Although, I can't imagine any guy ever letting you go." 

I could feel the smile beaming across the phone. "Thank you Robert, were hoping for another 25 if we should be so lucky." she paused, "Would you like me to put you through now?" Thank you Samantha. 

I added one agenda item to the meeting. I informed all the department heads that Rebecca and Samantha were my personal assistants and I would appreciate all of the departments cooperation. Pam apologized about being hesitant earlier. I hired Pam because she was a stickler for processes and protocol. She was, in a sense, a bitch at her job. Just the sort for HR and I wanted to keep it that way. Payroll was one of my biggest expenses and I needed someone to watch it like a hawk. I thanked her for not to making any changes before she was authorized by me. I also told her she was now authorized to take my direction through Rebecca and Samantha as she does through Maggie. The girls were now full integrated. 

The meeting took longer than planned. Some zoning issues had cropped up that were slowing down a development we were working on. My construction folks were concerned we would lose our timing window with the cement company. One thing screws up and it could snowball until we fell months behind schedule instead of days. Unfortunately, we couldn't resolve the issue at this meeting and planned another meeting for tomorrow when we had more facts. 

It was time for lunch and since I usually just drink breakfast, I was starved. I headed to the kitchen to make a sandwich and wasn't surprised to see a fresh ham and cheese waiting on the counter. Next to it was mug with and unopened bottle of beer next to it. One of the reason's I like to work from home is I can enjoy a beer in the middle of the day. Wouldn't set a good example if I were to partake at the office. I grabbed the sandwich and lifted the bread. No mayo, perfect. The rest of the world loves mayo, I hate the stuff. I popped the top off the beer, emptied it in the mug and sat back to think about what could be done about the zoning issue. 

One of the girls sweep through the kitchen. Grabbed the empty bottle and placed it in the recycle bin under the counter. Weird, before today I didn't have a recycle bin. I guess I am more earth friendly now. "Maggie just sent a bunch of construction project info over. Samantha is doing some additional research and you should have it all by the time you're done with lunch." And off Rebecca went. My mind returned to the zoning issue.

True to her word, the pool table in the rec room was covered in information when I finished lunch. I had the original project schedule, new forecasted schedule and a worse case schedule along the left side. I had the construction plans, maps and zoning issues in the center and pages of the people involved running down the right. I looked like our planned opening in early October will be pushed to the February, March time frame. Worst case was early summer. The cost increases were stiff due to the loss of revenue time. 

I glanced through the people on the zoning board and thought briefly about greasing some palms. I let it pass. I had skirted the edge of the law many times, I just refuse to cross the line. Samantha had developed a page of politicians who have a direct interest in the area. Looking over the information, I didn't immediately recognize any of the names so any calls I made would be cold. I wondered if some carefully placed campaign contributions might get me an ear or two. She included tenure information for the offices and I noticed a pattern. The mayor and half the city console was up for re-election in November. There was a note in the margin next to the mayor that he has serious opposition for the election. Thank you Samantha.

I immediately placed a call to the Mayor since Samantha saw fit to include contact information. 

"Mayor Donaldson, this Robert Timmins. I am building the Phillmore project downtown." I am sure someone on my staff had spoken with him or his people before. I wasn't sure if he could connect my name to the project. 

"Robert, it's good to finally speak with you. I was happy to see someone tearing down that old eyesore and putting the land back into production." 

"Good, I am happy to hear you feel that way. I'm calling to try and put together a ribbon cutting in October. We would like to do something in the press to make sure the public is aware and helps to make it successful. My people have forecasted 120 permanent jobs and a sales tax increase to the city of just over a half million. It would really help to have you put together a small speech in support of the project and maybe help cut the ribbon." I know he only heard October, jobs, money and speech. I was baiting the trap. . 




The Network



"Why, I would be happy to help put the project afloat. I have always said that government needs to work closely with business to guarantee our cities future." He had one foot in the trap. 

"Great, I was hoping you would help. I will have one of my PR guys coordinate with you about time, place and agenda. I personally like to keep a low profile on these things so, I would just as soon introduce you and let you handle the rest if you don't mind. After all, these projects can't even get off the ground without help from folks like you." I knew the Mayor was contemplating how he could maneuver this into real votes. I just gave him permission to take credit. 

"Robert, a good politician is always been happiest behind a microphone." I heard a false chuckle, "Just give me a time and a place and I will be there." That was the second foot. Now to spring the trap. 

"We are planning for October 12th. We have some zoning issues that may delay it for a few months but, it will be a good event no matter when its held." Snap goes the cage. Then something I didn't expect. Laughter, a full belly laugh. 

"You set me up you old dog. I was eating it up and you just feeding me more." More laughter. I guess I thought a small city Mayor were a little less worldly. "Well you got me. There will have to be a couple of council members at the podium to help grease the wheels. I can only promise you that the city planning committee will expedite the permit evaluation, if there isn't any legal issues, you will have your permits when you need them." More chuckling. 

"I leave it to your judgement as to who should be at your side Mayor." I now knew this guy was a smart politician and I wanted to give him as much leverage as possible. 

"Robert, next time just flat out ask. Although, I must say I really enjoyed the game. In truth, this city needs projects like yours. If I have to kick some ass to clear the red tape, I won't hesitate. I'll send over a copy of the speech. Have your people review it. Just make sure I don't say something that will bite me in the ass later." He is a very smart politician. He was going to take as much credit as I would allow him to have. He wanted to make sure I wasn't going to contradict him later. 

"Sounds like plan Mayor. I wouldn't mind catching lunch with you in the future. There are some other parcels we may be interested in if there can be some accommodations made." I liked this guy. No bullshit, just progress. 

"I would be happy to meet after I get re elected. Otherwise, it would just waste our time. You have a good day Robert, I'll be in touch." He didn't wait for my goodbye. I got what I wanted and he got what he needed. Samantha's research was gold. 

I was returning to the kitchen when I saw a man on a ladder in the pool area repairing one of the upper window vents. The damn thing wouldn't open and I really didn't know who to call to fix window vents. One of the girls was below the ladder directing the action. Another thing off my mental list of things I meant to do but would never had gotten done. 

The other one was sitting on a stool in the kitchen having tea. I was seriously contemplating name tags again. "Rebecca's working with the window company to get that vent fixed." I just realized they have been telling me their names by informing me what the other is doing. "Did you come up with a solution to the zoning problem."

"Yes, and thank you for your research. Sometimes solutions are just hiding in the data." I was sounding kind of proud of myself. Samantha smiled acknowledging my pride. 

"Have to make a contribution?" Whoa, did I do something these two mind readers didn't think of? I began to relish the moment.

"Nope, found a better solution." I didn't want to just give it out. For some reason I wanted to her to ask me. I wanted to be acknowledged as unpredictable. 

She placed here teacup back in it's saucer and just looked at me. I wasn't giving in. Exasperated she shrugged her shoulders, "I got nothing. How did you do it?" Victory was mine. I know it was infantile but, I was loving every minute of it. 

"Traded an election speech for the fast track. Going to let the Mayor take credit for the project." I was smiling ear to ear. I must of looked the ripe fool but, I was more proud of coming up with a solution that they didn't foresee. 

"I must admit, that is a lot smoother than I envisioned. I thought the zoning commission itself was a better target." I could see her mind shuffling the tactic away for future consideration. "Never thought you would use the election data that way. But, that's why I gave you everything." she smiled giving herself a small pat on the back. "And yes, we are proud of you too." It sounded almost motherly but, what followed didn't. She gave me a quick hug and I felt a slight shudder run through my body. All I remembered from the hug was her breasts pressing into my chest. It was nicer than I wanted it to be. 

When I first meet the girls, I only noticed how hot they were. When I questioned their motivations, I just wanted to send them packing, after a quick romp of course. When I finally realized how much I needed them, how wonderful their minds worked, I stopped thinking of them as sexual beings. They had become useful tools for my life and business. They had only been here half a day and I was richer in more ways than the obvious. I enjoyed taking them for granted. That hug pulled my mind back to the sewer and I didn't want to go there. I wanted to remain comfortable and happy. Sex has always led to me getting bored with the object of my affections not to mention the emotional crap that always ensues. 

She grabbed her empty cup and saucer, rinsed them and placed them in the dishwasher. She headed off to work on something else oblivious of what her hug had created. I hated myself for suddenly being mesmerized by her cute little tushy as it headed to the back of the house. Self conscience, I realized that I have been in my robe all day. I hadn't even showered, shaved or combed my hair. It is not that it was abnormal, it just didn't feel right with the girls running around. Why do I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my own house. Shit, it was only a hug. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon brooding. I sat in front of stupid tube, still in my robe, with the news on. There was half a warm beer next to my Easyboy and I was rereading the same paragraph in the Wall Street Journal for the third time. I was purposely avoiding contact with the girls. I feared I was about to fuck up a perfect thing. I simply couldn't get those breasts out of my head. I was thinking of hiding in the bathroom to relieve myself. Maybe if I rubbed one off, it would remove the edge and I could get those breasts out of my head. The girls picked that moment to appear. 

"Samantha and I are going for swim. Would you like to join us." They were both in matching robes carrying towels. A picture of those two in matching bikini's entered my head. I was becoming aroused just thinking about it. Now I had bikini's and breasts in my head. I had to take my perverted ass to the bathroom before I did something stupid. 

"No, I think I will pass tonight. Thinking of turning in early." Visions of skimpy bikini's were whipping through my mind. I had to get out of there. 

"Ok, let us know if you need anything." Samantha said. They turned to walk toward the pool and in unison dropped their robes on the rec room floor. All the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issues in the world did not prepare me for what was ten feet away. Two of the most beautiful bottoms in the world walking away naked as the day they were born. They never looked back, they just kept walking through the sliding glass door that led to the pool. I suddenly decided that I could use some exercise.

I got quick flashes of perfect breasts as they dove in ahead of me. I had picked up their robes and deposited them on one of the pool loungers. I added mine as well. I must have been a sight, standing there unshaven, unkempt hair with my tented sleep shorts. There was no hiding the fact of my arousal so I just dropped my drawers and walked to the edge of the pool. 

"You decided to join us Robert?" I lost track of who was who and there was no place to pin name tags now. I didn't answer, I just jumped in. 

It wasn't the experience I was expecting. My dreams always had me in the throes of selfish passion when it came to two naked women. It turned out to be more like a high school pool party. Lots of laughing, splashing and underwater antics. Body rubbing was unavoidable but, none of it was overtly sexual. The constant flashing of the perfect female form kept me with a raging hardon but, the need to relieve myself immediately had faded away in the fun. Neither made any indication that they noticed my obvious condition. They simply played. It was adorable and I must say I enjoyed myself immensely. After about an hour, they had me breathing so hard I had to call it quits. I simply didn't have their endurance. I had no idea what game we were playing but, they won. Somehow, I was happy and comfortable again. 

We all dried off together on the deck. Neither girl showed any hesitancy to my roving eyes. Nor did they try to show themselves off. We were just three naked people having a normal conversation. I just ignored my dick which was pointing straight as an arrow and headed off to take a shower. I was relaxed and had full intention of jacking off in the shower thinking of my darling play things. The visions running through my brain weren't my normal porn driven fantasies. I was getting off just by imagining being with them. Just being there. Strange, different and a pleasant change from my cruder fantasies. 

I cranked up the hot water and stepped into the stream. Leaned my head back and began to remember a few moments back when the girls were laughing with me. I smiled because I knew this was going to be a good one. From out of no where I felt an arm encircle my chest, the hand pulled me slightly back til two firm breasts pressed into my back. It was a perfect feeling for my imagined visions. I began to open my eyes to see which angel was behind me.

"Shhhhh," she said softly in my ear as she held me snuggly. I knew she wanted me to stay just as I was. I kept my eyes closed and let her envelope me in her softness. 

"Rebecca?" I questioned softly.

"Does it matter?" She whispered into my ear followed by a soft flick of her tongue. I decided it didn't. A tender hand wrapped around my shaft and slowly caressed it in the warm water. I wasn't going to last long and for some reason I had a strange desire to release quickly. She couldn't have given me a more perfect luxurious feeling. I needed to reward her. To let her know how wonderful it felt so I let myself go. My hips were shaking as shot after shot hit the tiled wall. It was intense, the whole time she was caressing my neck with her lips. I didn't want to open my eyes for fear of breaking the spell. 

"That was wonderful Rebecca." I whispered. I had know idea how I knew it was Rebecca. I just knew and I was certain beyond a doubt. It was my wonderful Rebecca. I felt tremendous joy. Not my joy but hers. It wasn't something I sensed, it was something I knew and I was filled with it. I was elated and opened myself up to her and shared. I don't know how, but I gave her my joy. Something stronger came back, more substantial. I barely questioned the idiocy of the concepts pouring through me. I just knew she was part of me and I was part of her. I didn't understand what was happening but, it wasn't wrong. This whole time my eyes had remained closed with warm water caressing my body. 

She turned my head to hers, lips to lips. I open my eyes to see two pools of green alive with impossible love. I kissed my goddess and let loose a flood of passion from my soul into hers. I wanted to share more and deeper. How did I ever live without this.

She broke the kiss with surprise in her eyes. "Whoa, you learn fast." I wasn't quite sure what I was learning. "So much, so fast. You have such a beautiful soul." She pulled away while send little bursts of love straight to my heart. "We have whole lifetime, Robert and you're exhausted". 

I knew she was right. I felt like I had just ran a marathon. My whole body inside and out was spent. I pulled back some of myself but, couldn't find it in my heart drop it all. I kept some of her as well which pleased me. She smiled softly and said. "That's better. I'll see you in the morning." She gave me a peck on the cheek and grabbed a towel off the rack to wrap around her chest and headed out the door. Her cute little butt was half exposed under the towel so I shared with her how tempting it looked. A series of little flirts tickled me back as she left the room.

I barely made it back to my bed. It was like alcohol. One drink makes you feel good and two makes you feel better but ten puts you on your back. My body was sapped. The last thing I remembered was feeling for Rebecca and her feeling back. I fell into a black sleep and my body recovered. 

I awoke late the next morning of my own volition. There were new shades behind the drapes on my windows that didn't allow the morning sun to violate the room. I smiled and felt a pulse of love poke me. I sensed Rebecca in the kitchen and could almost smell the coffee. I sent a smile back at her and rejoiced that last night wasn't a dream. 

The door to my room opened and Samantha walked in wearing only a pair of pink panties and carrying a bowl of water that she placed on my bedroom desk. She looked adorable. Rebecca sent me a giggle and I knew I was leaking my thoughts. It wasn't followed by jealousy so I felt relieved. "Rebecca told me you were up. We spoke with Maggie and you are scheduled for a meeting at corporate this afternoon. She also penciled in Pam who has been wanting a chat with you." Damn, I have a job. She was headed to the bathroom and grabbed my blade, shaving cream and towel. "I have been tasked to make you presentable." She smiled as she pulled out the armless desk chair and gestured for me to sit. 

"I'm sure I can shave myself Samantha." I said. I wasn't sure why but, I was a bit nervous about being naked and was hesitant about getting out of bed. Samantha didn't seem to mind but, I felt Rebecca and I was suddenly worried it would upset her. A giggle slammed into me about my shyness. I was leaking again. It was wrapped in love but, it was still a laugh at my expense. I sent back a sense of boldness and threw back the sheet. I stepped up out of the bed secretly happy I wasn't sporting any morning wood. I sat my naked ass down in the chair and lifted my chin up. 

Samantha surprised me by spreading her legs and sitting right on my lap facing me. She kind of felt nice and I struggled to not leak. It didn't work as I felt another giggle tickle my heart. Strangely, Samantha smiled in time with the giggle. I tried desperately to not look at her breasts. I had no idea why I felt I was cheating since Rebecca knew exactly what was happening. Strangely, I received what I could only describe as a tender 'OK' from Rebecca. No more teasing just an acknowledgement that everything was fine. I glanced at Samantha's breasts and just like Rebecca's they were wonderful. I have always been a visual guy and the sight of her chest was getting me aroused. I felt a flood of love from Rebecca which made me harder. 

Samantha dipped the end of the towel in the water and tenderly wet my shadow. The water was warm and felt good. Rebecca felt the warmth and Samantha smiled. Samantha sprayed the shaving cream in her hand and applied way too much to my growing beard. I tried not to smile, women always think you need a lot. Must be those stupid commercials. A brief look of frustration crossed Samantha's face and then she smoothed out the cream with her clean hand while scooping away the excess, leaving a more manageable amount on my face. How did she pick up on that? I felt another pulse of love which, of course, distracted me. 

After wiping her hands, Samantha went to work with razor. As she shaved my face, her nipples would inadvertently scrape across my chest causing the most delightful tickling sensation. My arousal was more apparent laying against her tummy now as she worked. I was again getting uncomfortable leaking this to Rebecca and struggled to hold back. Love flooded me again, Samantha smiled and I got harder. 

Samantha had just about finished and was left to the tricky moustache portion. She tilted my head back raised up on her legs a little to get leverage. This of course dragged her panty clad pussy across the underside of the cock. I felt wetness glide across my member and found it hard to hold my erection still. I wanted more friction but, it was like Rebecca was there. Rebecca found my suffering humourous and at the same time Samantha was having trouble holding back her own chuckles as she began to slowly stroke my hardon with her crotch. I have been had. 

I sent a flood of love to Rebecca laced with the knowledge that I sensed she was sharing with Samantha. Rebecca flooded me with love and passion. I knew it was true. Samantha dropped the razor and looked me deep in the eyes. She pulled the gusset of her panities to the side, mounted my pole and slowly slid down it's length. I let Rebecca feel it all and I sensed her acceptance as she moved toward us through the house. 

A strong feeling of bliss burned through my soul and it was neither Rebecca or I. Samantha slowly climbed back up my cock and then descended more quickly and I was hit with tremendous passion which swelled my cock to new heights. It was followed by Rebecca's love and concern for my confusion. I realized I was sharing with Samantha and it felt like heaven. They were wrapping my soul in pure love. I felt them both as Samantha, once again, lowered herself down my shaft. It was beyond beautiful and I didn't want it to stop. I reached out and entwined them both in my love. Flooding them with everything.

"Oh, God." Samantha began shaking uncontrollably, as I exploded both seed and my inner self into her. I pulled in Rebecca's soul and braided it with Samantha's as she climaxed and we held her together. Samantha was collapsing backwards as her orgasm waned and I feared she would drop to the floor as I tried feebly to recover and catch her. Rebecca was there, kneeling behind her grinning sister and caught her at the shoulders. "You were right, so beautiful." Samantha whispered to her sister. They surprised me when the shared a tender passionate kiss and shared with me how wonderful it felt. 

Rebecca turned her head to me. "We are one." 

"We are one." I agreed. My whole body tingling with the new connection to Samantha. My physical connection to her seemed secondary. I felt her vaginal muscles give my cock a little squeeze, reminding me of what we just did. I grabbed her arms and lifted her from Rebecca and wrapped her in my arms. "It was so beautiful." I whispered in her ear. Rebecca leaned forward and caressed her sisters back and gave me a loving smile. 

"Time for a shower mein fuhrer." Rebecca's face held humor as she retrieved the razor to finish under my nose. Samantha leaned back and laughed. I guess I was left with a little white Hitler mustache when the shaving got interrupted. Samantha held my face and Rebecca finished in two strokes. I was now privy to their link and how efficiently they could work knowing what the other was intending. I began to understand some of the mystery of the past few days. I wanted to know more. Who are they and why I was linked. 

"Just enjoy it for now. In time you will understand it all." I had leaked my thoughts and Samantha had responded. Rebecca distracted me with a kiss and they both sent reassurances to my soul. I realized I was willing to wait awhile and I shared back. 




The Network



Samantha raised off my lap and I felt a flood of warm goo on my thighs. She stumbled backward around my legs and I saw the cutest little pussy leaking my discharge down her thighs. Rebecca grabbed the towel and began cleaning her sister before it all hit the floor. I found the scene incredibly erotic, two beautiful women in total sync caring for each other. I tried to keep it private but, this was all too new and I leaked like a sieve. I was hit by a series of tiny flirts as Rebecca decided to exaggerate her movements between Samantha's legs. Samantha moaned seductively and I could tell she was acting. I blushed at my indecent thoughts. The girls laughed and Rebecca began to clean up my lap. Small tendrils of love surged through my mind to soften the kidding and Samantha grabbed my hand and lead me to the shower. 

Waiting on the kitchen counter was a cup of hot coffee, the Wall Street Journal and a bowl of cut up strawberries intermixed with blueberries. Not being much of a breakfast eater, I pushed the fruit aside to make more room for the paper. I was glancing at the front page and sipping my coffee when I suddenly felt that a piece of fruit might taste kind of good. I absently grabbed a strawberry halve and slipped in my mouth and enjoyed the sweetness. I grabbed another and it had an almost sensual quality to it. I was reaching for the third when I realized what was going on and started to laugh. I located two really soft strings of thought tweaking my taste buds and sent a tickle back. I was flooded with concerns for my health and how I should be eating better. I grabbed a handful of fruit and shouted "I love you too," and filled my mouth. 

After I finished the paper, Rebecca came by and grabbed my empty cup and bowl. She shared her pleasure at seeing the empty fruit bowl. Out of no where 'Nag, nag, nag' entered my brain and leaked out. I didn't mean it, I just kind of felt like a couple, or a triple, and it just seemed to fit the situation. I was just sort of joking with myself. My link to Rebecca slowed and I felt an 'Oh, oh' smile from Samantha. I looked up and Rebecca had her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. I sent a tentative 'I love you' apology down the pipe and tried for puppy dog eyes. She didn't budge.

"This is not fair. I leak all over the place and I can't help it." I was pleading for forgiveness. "Thoughts just pop in my head. I don't know how to stop sharing them." Of course that is no defense for thinking them but, what's a guy supposed to do. I felt Samantha laughing at the back of the house and then she shared her channel with Rebecca. How she did it, I have no idea but, I owed her one. Rebecca wasn't mad, she was teasing me again. 

"Samantha you are so dead." Rebecca shouted as she took off running with a smile on her face. I wasn't quick enough so I sent visions of a good spanking on a very sexy bottom. I guess it was vivid because I saw her hand quickly cover her butt when she rounded the corner. Little pings of love fired between us but, Rebecca still kept her distance just in case. I really had to learn to control my sharing. 

Samantha saw me off by handing me two front row seats to this Saturdays Laker game. "You're going to need these." I put them in my shirt pocket and never questioned the need. I was sure it would become apparent in time. I had no need to clutter my mind with the details when I had two others thinking about it already. Last week I would never have been contemplating that level of trust or lack of control. I got a peck on the cheek and Rebecca added her own remote kiss. I sent a vision of me caressing her behind to let her know I wasn't going for revenge. She sent a vision of herself caressing something else. What a flirt. I think I saw Samantha blush. 

I arrived at the office and stopped in on Maggie to verify my schedule. She looked down the hall to make sure it was empty and shocked me by giving me a big hug. "Thank you so much for the Champaign and serenade. It was beautiful." I think there were tears in her eyes. I received two remote "ahhhhhs" from my better two thirds. I realized I was leaking again. "Frank gave me a rose when the violinist started and told me he'd marry me all over again. I can't believe Mr. steak and potatoes got all romantic." I felt the girls surprise that Frank stepped up. Maggie let me go. "Sorry about the hug." She straightened her dress and moved back to her desk. 

I couldn't think of anything to say. I felt like two feet were tapping on my soul as the girls waited patiently for me to say something. I'm a guy, not a romance novel, so I said a guy thing. "Sounds like Frank is trying to book another 25 years." The girls were exasperated. I quickly headed past Maggies desk in hope the conversation was over. 

"Yes he was and boy, did he prove it later." Maggie blushed when she realized she said that out loud and covered her mouth. I was way out of my comfort zone so I just gave her a smile pretending I didn't fully grasp the comment and entered my office. The girls seemed very pleased with themselves. I was just happy that Maggie was happy.

"Pam is going to stop by in a few minutes. She was asking for 15 minutes of your time." Maggie called from the front. I realized I hadn't had a good sit down with her in awhile. Every once in awhile you need to be face to face to maintain a relationship. People need to know you value their work. I leaked. The girls agreed. I smiled. 

"Give Pam a head's up Maggie. I'll meet her in her office." I said as I headed down the hallway. Sometimes it's better to not sit behind the throne. 

Pam was straightening up her desk when I knocked on the wall next to the open door. "You wanted to see me Pam." I said with what I thought was a charming smile. I entered when she acknowledged my presence. 

"I was just about to head to your office Mr. Timmins." She said trying to seem subordinate. 

"It's Robert, Pam. No worries, I needed to take a walk around anyway. What's up?" I tried to make it more casual for her. She was such a stickler for protocol. I took a quick look around her office and realized I really knew nothing personal about this woman. She had a few pictures of her and a good looking friend or sister at various sporting events and other events on her shelf. She's gay Robert was piped into my mind. Sometimes leaking was informative. 

"Ah, Robert I am not quite sure how to bring this up." She was hesitant. The tone brought my attention back to her. 

"Just shoot Pam. You've got my ear." I locked my eyes on hers to make sure she knew she had my attention. Unfortunately, I think it made her more uncomfortable so I sat down across from her desk to give her a brief moment more. 

"I am a little uncomfortable with these new hires. I usually visually verify the Id's to make sure everyone on the payroll really exists. I know they are working for you directly but, I wouldn't have any support if inquiries were made." She was nervous but determined. "I just cut a large check to send to a consultant at a sorority house at Vasar. Most unorthodox." She was correct. The only reason she let it go this far was because I directed it. I would have to fire her if she allowed this with anyone else in the company. I certainly didn't want her to take her ethics somewhere else. She was the best benefits manager in the business. 

"Why I didn't even realize the position I was putting you in. You are of course, absolutely correct. I will have Rebecca and Samantha make an appointment to see you as soon as possible. You might have to wait for a bit longer for Susan Howard. Would a conference call suffice until she returns to town?" While I was saying this, I was sending an image of Pam's girlfriend to the girl's trying to ascertain a name. I got back 'Rachel'. Last weekend was becoming less mysterious every moment. 

"That would be fine Robert. I can't tell you how relieved I am. I know there wasn't anything nefarious going on but, I couldn't prove it and it just didn't sit right in my HR brain." She was smiling now that all of her apprehension had disappeared. I carefully picked up a picture of Pam and Rachel in front of the Wrigley Field sign. 

"Do you and Rachel go to a lot of games." I caught her by surprise. She didn't realize I knew any personal information about her much less her girlfriends name. 

"Well... yes we do. It's kind of a hobby. We have a goal to visit every sport venue in the US. It started by accident when we were on a trip and ended up with a selfie at Yankee Stadium. It just sort of grew from there. We have a lot more pictures at home." She was having fun telling me about how she spends her free time. I don't think she has many friends here. HR rarely does. 

"Ever been to the Staples Center?" I queried. I was quite sure of the answer since I was holding two tickets to the Lakers game. 

"Nope, it's on our list though." It's funny how people always seem to miss the things closest to home.

"Well than this will work out well. I was given two tickets to Saturday's game and I can't make it. I would feel much better if they didn't go to waste." I reached into my pocket and handed her the tickets. I might as well handed her gold bars the way her eyes lit up. 

"Oh my God. Rachel is going to freak." Pams business voice was gone. I think I just made her weekend. She looked back up to me excited. "Did you know these are front row seats?" 

"Should make one hell of a picture." I smiled at her infectious enthusiasm. 

"Oh it certainly will. I don't know how to thank you." You know when you have given someone something they really really want. They don't even attempt the 'I can't accept this' speech. Rebecca and Samantha were two really smart women. I realized I leaked when obnoxious agreements flowed in. 

I got up to leave but, turned and added. "Don't let me leave in a lurch like that again. I hired you to be head of HR and I expect you to hold everyone, including myself, accountable." I smiled when I included myself. 

"Absolutely Robert." Her eyes never left the tickets. Good job girls. 

I had a short meeting with the Philmore project team. They all came prepped with idea's to solve the zoning issues. I got to shock them by telling them it was already solved. It always fun being the smartest guy in the room even if it is was only for one meeting. Luckily, someone brought doughnuts and they knew I loved the jelly filled. I leaked the doughnuts and got a mind full of how bad they were for me. I decided that jelly doughnuts was the place to draw the line. I bit into it and sent the heavenly flavor flowing. I think the team may have thought I was losing it when I seemed to smirk for no reason as visions of my ass being paddled filled my brain. As a consolation, I only ate one. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon with a the new pipeline team going over Thornbird's proposal. It was complex and fraught with political bottlenecks. It was getting late so I told the team to get the data and any insights over to Maggie and I would study it at home.

Heading home, I thought about just partnering up with Thornbird without the analysis in return for him insisting I see Rebecca and Samantha. I was leaking again and a little love pulsed my way. I was an open book to my new loves. 

About half way home Samantha began to leak. She was reading a human interest article in the local paper about woman who was comatose in the Hospital. Her husband beat her near to death for attempting to leave him. The article keyed on the fact that the local woman's shelter was out of beds and had turned her away. Having no where else to go, she returned home to an irate husband. The shelter was of course devastated. The woman was too shammed to tell them she had no where else to go. They had been working to raise funds to expand the shelter for two years and were only half way to their goal. I could feel Samantha's pain. She was near to tears thinking about the hospitalized woman. 

I sent a comforting nudge. I realized I was meant to feel her pain. I had always told myself I would save the world if I became wealthy. I just never seemed to get around to it. Now I had target painted by angel. 

"Call Mark Peters, home." My cars computer repeated. "Calling Mark Peters home." Mark was a born again environmental hippy. I hired him a few years ago to handle the environmental groups. He went farther than the lawyers said we had too and allowed us to avoid a lot of protests that other firms dealt with. He was always able to come up with a compromise that both the accounts and environmentals could live with. His world loving ways made him perfect for what I had in mind. 

"Hello." It was Mark.

"Hi Mark, it's Robert. Sorry to call you at home." 

"No problem, what do you need." I think he enjoyed his paycheck almost as much as saving the planet. Hippies need money too. 

"There is a woman's shelter in Augustine that's having trouble trying to expand." He interrupted. 

"I think I know the one. They turned away that lady who ended up in the hospital. I just read about yesterday. It pissed me off. I sent that Martha lady $100." I should have known. He was always up to date on the current causes.

"I need someone to head a project to solve their bed issue. We are going to donate five k plus whatever team hours are needed. If your interested, I would like to offer it to you." It is like giving a puppy bacon.

"Shit ya. Of course I would love handle this. This is beyond generous Robert. You'll let me bring in Brandon on this?" The wheels were turning already. I just made his year. 

"Brandon and anyone else you need. Everyone gets paid. We'll write it off and make the government pay some." More candy for the hippie. 

"All right! Is this public yet, I would like to consult with Martha 'whats her name' as soon as possible." Time to let him loose. 

"As public as you need it to be. Totally your call. Just make sure no more women get turned away." 

"Yes sir! This is fantastic. I don't know who to call first. I'll send daily reports to Maggie as usual. I'll get started right away." There was a click and I chuckled. I bet he didn't even realize he just hung up on me. 

I felt a tremendous warm surge enter my soul. It was Samantha and Rebecca sending an erotic stream. I was seeing Rebecca through Samantha and visa versa. They were standing naked in the living room moving seductively toward each other. I felt both their desires as the began to caress each others faces, necks, shoulders and breasts. They leaned in tilting their heads and meet lip to lip, tongues entwining. I shuddered in time with them as my arousal became apparent. Their matching nipples met as the kiss deepened and I felt all the sensations. 

My car drifted onto the shoulder and hit the rumble strip. I came back to reality and swerved back into my lane. "Hey, I'm driving here!" I said out loud. I felt laughter and the vivid streams returned to normal. "Great, now I'll be hard all the way home." I leaked my frustration as I said the words. I was thrown a kiss and 'as long as you're hard when you get home.' I hit the gas. 

I returned home thirty minutes later than planned, my hardon gone, waving a pink slip. "A speeding ticket. Look what you made do. When that punk of cop asked me what my hurry was, I almost told him." Embarrassed laughter hit me and I knew they were hiding in the hallway. "You two are paying the fine. A hundred and twenty five bucks. It's not the money, you know, it's the principle." I felt pouting and false sorrow. "Don't give me that. I want an apology." 

My insides turned to rubber as a dual blast of passion flooded in. Two angels rounded the corner dressed in virgin white teddies that were almost see thru. Their glowing red hair blown back with taut nipples pointing toward me. A look of seductive seriousness graced their faces as they strutted like models down a runway. I wasn't breathing and the ticket was floating to the floor. As they approached they snapped their heads upward slightly. The passion instantly doubled, they were making love to me from the inside. It was so intense I didn't want to move. I just wanted to bask in it's glory. 

I barely noticed them undressing me. Physical sensation was superseded by the mystical. I felt a tongue at my ear. Rebecca whispered ever so slowly, "Breath." I exhaled and drew another breath, it was hard, I was afraid I would disturb the bliss. Hands and legs were tenderly caressing my body and thoughts were ravishing my soul. Samantha dropped to her knees and her sweet lips slowly enveloped my now raging member. The passion had now evened to both physical and mental as her head slowly moved back and forth. I looked down and was meet with those two green pools truly looking directly into my soul. I released my love in waves and the passion increased again and I had to pull back. I realised this was for me, their only pleasure would be in giving me pleasure. 

Rebecca's tongue returned to my ear. "Cum for us my love." Her hand tickled its way down my back giving me external shivers to go with the internal ones. I began to make short gasping sounds as my orgasm neared. Her hand continued following the crack on my butt to just behind my balls. She ticked my crotch from balls to anus and my knees started getting weak. "Cum for us." she repeated. My cock exploded, the spasms coming from the center of my being and massaged by the passion emanating from my girls. It keep reverberating through my body as I filled Samantha's mouth. My head fell back and I felt Rebecca steading me while my legs began to shake. I never felt anything so pleasurable, so deep. The passion receded with my diminishing spasms and was replaced in equal quantity by love. So much love.

I weakly flooded my love into the girls and I felt their smiling response. My whole body began to relax, all tension drained far away. I felt Samantha's lips leave my cock and then returned to the crown for a little kiss. She rose and looked me deep in the eyes and Rebecca moved in to share an open mouthed kiss and my seed. I was again flooded with their love and they allowed me to feel the sharing between the two of them. Rebecca broke the kiss and turned to me. She leaned in and we shared a similar kiss. I could taste my cum as our tongues danced. I was surprised that I didn't find it offensive at all. Samantha hugged us both and said, "We are one." I sent my love in acknowledgement.

They led me to the couch and they allowed me to collapse between them. They continued to softly stroke my body and were running their fingers through my hair. I caressed their thighs in return. "That was one hell of an apology." I stammered, still exhausted by their manipulations. 

Samantha smiled. "That wasn't an apology. We can't help that you're a bad driver." She sent a small poke of love to take the edge off her statement. 

Rebecca kissed my cheek. "That was for all the woman Augustine who won't find themselves in the hospital." I felt a surge of warmth that was reinforced by Samantha. "What you started tonight will change the world for the better. So few of us have that kind of power." I felt pride, mine and theirs. Ours. 

"So which of you is going to pay the ticket." I kept a straight face but, I was sure I was leaking my humor. I received a series of playful slaps as they stood and dropped their teddies. I began to rise and made a grab for my naked girls. They jumped out of the way laughing and ran to the pool. I followed the cute little butts into the water and we happily played until I was again exhausted. I grabbed the side of the pool and propped my arms up to rest. I suddenly realized what was going on. 

"You've got me exercising." I felt a little pulse of love from Rebecca. Samantha swam up to me and pressed her breasts into my chest and kissed my cheek. 

"We have to keep you healthy somehow. Anyways, its your own fault that you like to chase naked women around." She kissed the other cheek and pulsed some love. 




The Network



I looked her in the eyes. "Why are we one?" 

She slid to my side and let Rebecca curl into the other. "Isn't enough that we are?" 

I thought about it. "Yes," I could live without knowing. "That doesn't mean that I don't sense a plan. Something bigger than us." 

"Can you trust us enough to wait?" Rebecca's statement validated my suspicions. We were just one piece of something else. Rebecca then opened herself and blocks I didn't know were there shattered. I gained no direct knowledge but, I saw her emotional whole including the flaws I didn't think she had. Samantha followed opening herself as well. It was amazingly intimate and the trust it demanded I began to fear, I didn't deserve. 

"I'm open like that?" I asked. 

"In time you won't be." Samantha answered some what hesitantly. "We were born sharing each other. We worked our whole life to share with you." I knew it was true and I felt her fears of possible rejection followed by Rebecca's same weaknesses. Their fears were unfounded. Maybe a week ago I could have ignored their charms but, now I was merged with their true beauty. I wrapped part of myself around their fears and added my eternal resolve. I was theirs and they were mine. We were one. 

"If you wish me to wait, I will wait to the end of time." I knew I could live without the information if need be. It would be difficult since It was in my nature to know. I took the little curiosity itch and placed it inside the same type of barrier I felt break in the girls. It was effortless and dulled the itch dramatically. The girls were still fully open and surprise was thrust to the forefront of our links.. 

"That takes years to learn." Rebecca was astonished. Once I saw their blocks it seemed trivial to me and I was a little surprised by their reaction. It was like a switch that makes part of you dark. You can turn it on and off and change how deep the darkness reached. I decided to see how much can go dark. "No!", Rebecca and Samantha screamed in unison but, it was too late. I had already committed.

It felt like my limbs were ripped from my body. Both my angels left my mind in that instant and I was falling into a bottomless pit. The emotional pain was unbearable. Death was preferable. I feared I may have Iost them forever. It was less than a second before I destroyed the barrier but it was ten lifetimes of pain. When the barrier broke both girls slammed back into me. I was crying and slipped under the water into a ball. They had felt the same pain. How could I have done that to them. My fear and guilt became paramount and I questioned the need to resurface. 

Two sets of hands grabbed my arms and pulled me back to the surface. Both were visibly crying as they slammed me with concern. I might as well have pulled a gun and shot them. "I didn't know, I didn't know" I kept repeating with tears streaming from my eyes. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it may burst. Warm love began to flow into my bones reminding me the connection was back. I sent love back mixed with the fear I couldn't control. I was sure that this would change them toward me. I should have pulled a gun and shot myself. More love flowed, this mixed with the knowledge that they didn't blame me. My breathing slowed and the internal shuddering ebbed as I let their love blanket my sin.

"God that was horrible." There was no need to state it but, I said it anyway. They had pulled me to the shallow portion of the pool and we were just holding each other. "I so sorry, I am moving to fast. I always move to fast. I'm a fucking idiot." 

Rebecca stroked the side of my face. "We know. You aren't going to ever lose us." She reassured me, "We are one and we can't change that now." Suddenly I realized what those words meant. I was twenty years their senior. Some day I will break the link by dying on them. It will be more than a second, it will be forever. Whether I liked it or not, sometime in the future, I was going to be responsible for inflicting massive damage. I knew they would likely die. I retreated into myself. 

"Baby, baby, you're not supposed to know all this yet." Samantha was crying again and Rebecca was squeezing us tight. Love was streaming in and I was pushing it away. I wasn't worthy of it. I only saw the pain I it would inflict on my angels. "We have known all along. It was our choice not yours." They were trying to break through the barriers I was erecting. I was walling off the guilt as it grew and the fear and most everything else that made me me. "Oh god, don't hide from us." I felt their pain as I built my walls. Shit, I was doing it again. I dropped them all and opened myself up to them. I opened everything including my guilt which was still growing. I didn't know how to stop it. I wasn't worthy of their trust or their love.

I felt their relief when I released the blocks. My guilt became our guilt as they shared the knowledge of the choice they had made. They had given up so much to become one with me. I knew now that I had to earn their love everyday. They tried to take more of my guilt and fear onto themselves. I wouldn't let them. They had enough pain coming and between now and then I owed them as much happiness as the time would allow. I released my love into them, more than I knew I possessed. I filled every channel, even the small thin ones I didn't understand. Until my dying day, I was going to earn the privilege of being with them. There was no more me, only us. Somehow, I sensed relief that did not come from us. 

My angels glowed inside. I helped them out of the pool and passed out the towels. I helped them dry off before I saw to myself. They laughed and grabbed my towel and tenderly took care of me. We would take care of each other. I left myself open and vowed to never close to them. I collapsed onto my bed, an angel blanketed on each side. I slept away my fears.

I awoke slowly and the weight of last nights revelations still hung on me. It no longer felt like an anvil but, I knew it would never go away. Rebecca stirred next to me and spooned into my butt with her soft breasts pressed into my back. Her hand reach around and absently caressed my stomach. She was still waking up herself. I smiled as I squirmed in her arms, her naked form arousing me so quickly. I visualized making love to her and let it leak. She responded by reaching lower and stroking my growing manhood. I felt Samantha share her delight from the kitchen. I knew she wasn't going to join us physically but, we would share with her none the less. 

I rolled around to face Rebecca and ran my hand down her curves. She purred as I sent my passion down the link. She lifted her leg slightly to give my hand access to her sex. I kissed her deeply as I lightly scraped the inside of her thighs with my finger tips. I could feel the warmth emanating from between her legs. I ran a finger lightly along her opening and found her wet. I flooded her with my desire as I slowly caressed her womanhood never quite reaching her love button. I sensed a little frustration as she tried to return her hand my cock. I had other ideas.

I rolled her onto her back and lowered my lips to her breasts, lightly kissing my way down. I continued my descent kissing her taut belly leaving light tongue tickles along the way. I had her cooing. Last night improved my knowledge of sharing dramatically. I began to understand the possibilities and the drawbacks. I dropped lower and began to kiss the inside of Rebecca's thighs giving her goosebumps. At the same time I followed my passion along the link and snuck into her senses. It was incredible feeling what she was feeling. I wrapped the link with love and sent it to Samantha just as I ran my tongue along her pussy lips. I heard Rebecca gasp in passion and I felt Samantha gasp in surprise. 

Samantha let me know she was cutting fruit and feared for her fingers. I added passion to the mix and sent Rebecca's sensations again. This time my tongue split Rebecca's flower and tickled the pink insides. Samantha gasped in time with Rebecca and attempted to frantically build a block. I understood the barriers now and I disassembled it just as quick. My tongue went deeper on the next stroke never touching Rebecca's taut button now sticking out proudly from its hood. I wrapped this sensation with the image of my speeding ticket. Rebecca's legs were beginning to twitch and I knew I she was getting closer. Her hips were trying desperately to align her clit with my tongue. 

"Ok, I'll pay the ticket." Samantha sent . Rebecca was too close to care about my teasing, she just wanted relief. I dropped the sensation link to Samantha and sent her peck of love. I moved ever closer to Rebecca's clit, sending my tongue deeper on every up stroke. I heard a knife clatter on the counter and Samantha opened herself fully. "You've already ruined my panties, pay your own damn ticket." She plopped to the floor sending the challenge. I hooked into Rebecca's sensations drove passion into it and threw it at Samantha. At the same time, the flat of my tongue reached Rebecca's button and her hips shot high. I felt her orgasm begin and it was incredible. Similar to what I knew as a man but, so much more full bodied. Samantha followed Rebecca spasm for spasm. I froze my tongue as they reached a peak. As they came down, I dragged my tongue back across and sent them flying high again. I could feel every peak and valley and began to think I could keep them flying forever. 

I was controlling two womens orgasms at once and enjoying every minute of it. I felt them tiring but, they weren't exhausted. I was going for exhausted. I added more passion to my streams as another valley approached. I began to drag my tongue and felt an almost electric shock shoot through Rebecca's pussy and follow the stream to Samantha. Rebecca's snapped her hands to my head and started pushing it away. Her hips were trying to bury themselves into the mattress to hide from my tongue. "Stop, please stop", She was laughing while struggling to get away, "it's too sensitive. please stop." 

I lifted my moist face from between her legs. I was sporting a huge grin as I mentally patted myself on the back. She pulled my face to hers and floored me with deep kiss. "That was incredible. I didn't think it would end." Her green eyes were alive with love as she extolled my talents. "I want to wake up that way every morning." She grabbed me close and smashed her breasts into my chest. I felt less love behind me. 

I rolled to Rebecca's side and looked toward the door. There was Samantha with hands on her hips and a serious scowl on her face. She had on a t shirt and pair of light grey cotton shorts. Her crotch was obviously soaked. It looked like she peed herself the way the stain covered the inside of her thighs. I said the first thing that came into my head. "At least you weren't driving". I sent some love to take the edge off. Rebecca grabbed a pillow to muffle her laughter.

Samantha gave me a mischievous smile. "This isn't over by long shot." She peeled off her shorts and climbed over my raging hardon. She yanked the pillow from Rebecca's face. "And you, my dear sister, helped him." Rebecca was trying very hard not to laugh. 

"I didn't know he could do that and I was in no position to stop him." Rebeccas defended her self weakly. 

"You didn't even try." Samantha lowered herself on my pole and stopped moving. It felt wonderful but, I wanted the friction of movement and tried to move my hips. She moved with me making sure there was no sensation beyond the blissful heat from her soaked pussy. "I tried to block him and he just broke through. Such a naughty boy." My cock was straining. 

"Did you feel how he latched on to me. He felt everything. A real man wouldn't need to cheat to keep me going." Rebecca was switching sides in support of her sister. My cock was trying to grow bigger and I felt the muscles straining at the base of my legs. I grabbed Samantha's hips and tried to move her. I just didn't have the leverage. 

"That was just rude. I think we deserve an apology." Samantha was working hard to make sure my cock remained motionless. I was being double teamed. Rebecca brought her feet around and laid her side across the my chest leaning on her elbow. Her gorgeous breasts just inches from my face. I was pinned. I smiled and sent love down the links. 

"Well, that was sweet but, It didn't feel like an apology." Samantha wasn't going to let up. I had to crack and give her the win. 

"OK, I'm sorry for messing up your shorts." I tried to move my hips again to no avail. She wasn't done with me.

"And do you promise to never do that again?" both Rebecca and Samantha were sporting evil grins. I wasn't biting.

"Hell no, I fully intend to try that again." Blue balls be damned. That was way too much fun to promise away. Passion surged through me and I felt my balls tighten. 

"Right answer." Samantha raised herself up, tucked her hips in and forced my cock deep into the confines of her belly. Rebecca added her passion and our lips met. I exploded into Samantha's womb. I was in heaven with both my angels on top of me.

I got a call from Mark Peters while I was eating my fruit. "I just got off the phone with Tom Thornbird. He said he wanted to double what we're putting into the Augustine project. I wasn't sure how to answer him." How the hell did Thronbird find out about this so quick? I felt a couple of little suspicious pokes. I had my answer about who leaked, someday I had to find out how. 

"You didn't tell him no, did you?" Leave it to a Hippy to turn down a gift horse.

"Well, no, I told him I had to talk with you." He was hesitant to take charge. Learning when to make decisions is all about experience. Mark was about to learn a lot. 

"This is your project and I gave you a budget, Mark. If you think his money will help, grab it." He'll never grow if I don't leave it up to him. 

"Hell yes it would help. I guess I felt I was overstepping. I'll call him right back." Good, he needs to accept more responsibility. 

"Just a suggestion. If you accept his money, keep him up to date on the progress. Another set of vested eyes couldn't hurt." I would have to make sure that happened in case Mark dropped the ball. 

"Makes sense, I'll see if he wants any of his people to sit in on the meetings." Bingo, that's thinking 101. 

"Sounds good. Thanks for the update Mark." I let him go a bit more empowered than when we started. Two gorgeous sets of lips pecked at a cheek each. I guess I had done well. 

It wasn't long before I realized I had been basically married to my angels for over a year. Each day was better than the last. There were no more bouts of doubt. I ate better and exercised more. I needed to live a long life, for them. I had lost twenty pounds and was in the best shape of my life. They were so proud of me that they decided to reward me. I came home one day to find Rebecca naked on the carpeting with a jelly doughnut between her legs. Samantha had a can of whipped cream and was busy covering her breasts. It was best dessert I had ever had. what a mess we made that day. 

I had increased my skills with our sharing. I could shatter any block they could set up but, I never peaked behind what they held dear. I began to see thin strands of links where there shouldn't be any but, I stayed away. I knew they wanted me to wait. After the disaster of the full block, I was willing to give them some faith. I found my self contented. My sex life was out of this world and showed no signs of getting boring. My company was making more than it ever did before. Lucrative deals just kept presenting themselves. I was also working on six large charity projects all but one singled out by my angels. 

I was in New York trying to shore up political support for northeast pipeline project when I sensed the end of everything. Something was wrong with my share to Samantha. It was there and strong as ever but, slightly darker than usual. It just seemed wrong. I followed it back with my mind trying to find the difference in today from yesterday. I didn't let on that I was probing, I was now able to hide myself better than they ever could. I saw nothing emotional, she was as content as I. 

I was able to identify the darker strands. I followed them through her beautiful soul up through her core toward her brain. There was something that didn't belong. I had no idea what was supposed to be there but, I knew instinctively what wasn't. It was a mass of blackness tucked at the right side of her brain. I withdrew too quickly and slammed blocks on my fears. She noticed and sent a pulse of love thinking I was just checking up. I returned the pulse while hiding my watering eyes. 

I opened to Rebecca while inserting blocks on her link to Samantha. She felt my fears and ignored the fact that I could now build blocks for her. I told her to get Samantha to the hospital and I was flying back immediately. Rebecca was confused, 'she's right next to me and is fine, Robert'. My eyes were watering when I showed her what I knew. Rebecca couldn't see the darker link that was so obvious to me but, felt my fear and shared my concern. 

"Samantha, Robert thinks we should go to the hospital." How do you tell someone about that. Rebecca didn't want to share my fears with her. She was trying to remain calm. I felt a pulse from Samantha and I sent back my agreement with Rebecca. 

"Someone get hurt?" This was going to be tougher than I thought. Rebecca knew her sister better than I and decided truth was the best method. 

"Robert thinks something is wrong with you. He's coming home immediately." She didn't understand it herself so it was difficult to sound convincing. 

"That's silly I feel fine." 

"Honey, we need to go now!" Rebecca sent me images of Samantha's nose bleeding. I was trying hard to hold it together as I fed my strength to Rebecca. Rebecca leaked the nosebleed and Samantha absently wiped her nose and looked at her hand. 

Samantha's linked faded fast and I felt Rebecca scream. I dropped every barrier I possessed and slammed into Samantha. I followed a sliver so small I almost thought it wasn't there. It to was fading so I straightened it, fed it with myself. Rebecca was lost in pain and would never see the sliver. I brought Samantha through me and Rebecca felt her sister again. 

"Oh god, she's dying Robert." She was distraught and I needed her strength. I blocked my trepidations and sent her my love and strength. 

"I got her but, you need to get her to the hospital. I'm leaving the hotel now." I didn't check out, I just hopped in a cab. I called Maggie at home and filled her in. She said she would get me quickest way home and to just go to the airport. I felt my strength waning on the way, I knew I could feed the link for a while but, I didn't know how long. I needed more power so I searched myself looking for reserves and found the same micros strands I noticed in the girls. I drew some strength from it, a very tiny amount. There were many more and one by one I added their small contributions. I began to sense they were souls, many souls from around the world. I stopped pulling and I begged for Samantha. To my surprise, they fed me strength and I added it my own. 

"This must stop." The message came from what I could only describe as an old soul. 

"Mother it's for Samantha." It was Rebecca pleading.

"I can't allow you to..." I slammed her out. I felt her try to come in through Rebecca. I slammed that shut also. I wasn't interested in any negative opinions. It was difficult enough to hold my concentration and continue to feed Samantha. 

The cabby was having a conversation in spanish with his dispatch. When he finished he gave me a glance over his shoulder. "I am to bring to the military annex at the south gate. Someone named Thornbird talked to someone named Maggie?" He questioned in broken english. 




The Network



Fred didn't ask for permission as he slowly pumped his fat cock in and out of her young mouth, ultimately inserting his entire length and gagging her. It was exactly what she craved. She felt him stiffen; he shot a massive load and she swallowed as much as she could, surprised that her state of arousal had allowed her to do so quite easily. She licked his still stiff tool clean like a nasty little slut is supposed to do. She allowed her tongue to dart back to his ass hole, slathering it with saliva before carefully inserting just the tip of her finger. 

"You are an amazing little cock sucker, Angie." 

He'd called her an amazing little cock sucker; she would have been pissed if her husband Mike had called her that. They never really talked...certainly not nasty talk. It turned her on even more. He literally picked her up, tossed her on the bed and went down on her. She had taught her husband many of the finer points of getting her to cum with his mouth. She never was sure he enjoyed it, but he was diligent and dutiful. 

Fred, in addition to having a superb technique, appeared to be every bit as turned on eating her out as she was receiving his oral servicing. When his well moistened finger probed her anal opening she did not protest; when Fred began finger fucking her dirty hole in earnest, she fucked him back with her athletic young hips. 

After she squealed with delight following the second orgasm, Fred flipped her over and continued his oral exploration along the crack of her perfectly formed little ass. Anal sex...she and Mike had tried it a couple of times but, as willing as she had been, Mike seemed less enthused. She had been ass fucked before during the year she and Mike had broken up virtually every night. There was no question that Fred was going to fuck her in the ass. 

His cock slid between her butt cheeks and found her slippery little cunt. His finger continued to work its way around and inside her dirty little hole. He fucked her slowly, teasing her with his cock, then very fast...hard...banging her...slapping her perfect ass...two fingers now inside her shitter. She came unexpectedly; he did not. He whispered in her ear...three glorious fingers in there now. 

"Angie..."

"Yes...fuck me up the ass...I'm very sensitive there; it's been a long time. Go slow...careful." 

He was a careful, caring and gentle back door man. The initial burn went away quickly; he let her become accustomed to the fullness of the invasion. She whispered: "Okay...now...fuck my ass, Fred...cum in my ass ...let me feel you cum in my ass." 

He varied his stroke, kissing her neck, then turning her over and fucking her ass from the front...alternately kissing her and nuzzling her full breasts. Her hand slipped inside her slimy hole. She came hard, bucking her well-toned hips up against him as if trying to draw his hard cock deeper insider her. She felt the splash of his hot cream bathe her rectal walls and screamed into his neck as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced almost caused her to pass out. 

They didn't talk much over the next few hours. Fuck, cock, cunt and cum seemed to be the primary words they exchanged. There were no affectionate terms of endearment. She was like a randy bitch in heat and he was the big dog there to lay his claim on her. It was unlike any night or any sex she had ever experienced. It was beyond any sexual experience she had ever even imagined. By the time they both drifted off together in each other's embrace, they had fucked more times than Angie could count.

Fred had fucked her full breasts --- his wife Jamie was no where near as well endowed in that department --- and cum on her face; she'd never encouraged Mike to do that and he had never tried. They had masturbated together; she had cum first from the efforts of her well- experienced fingers, grinning at Fred like the wanton little whore he had made her...or let her be. He had been rough with her, though not as rough as the lover she had enjoyed back in college during the hiatus from Mike. On the other hand, he treated her exactly the way she needed to be treated --- like a whore, a slut and a disposable fuck toy. 

"Don't cum yet...fuck my mouth...then jerk off on my face!" 

Fred had grinned, nodded and obliged.

They never "made love" in any sense of the word throughout the night. The nastiest episode had been when he had followed her into the bathroom and caressed her special place as she tried to pee and then pissed on her hot little pussy with his once again proud organ. She had giggled; she could not believe how much the hot fluid aroused her. She had stood up and pissed all over his cock, then taken it in her mouth to finish him off.

On the floor of the hotel room, he had pushed her down on her knees, slapped her gleaming white globes numerous times and fucked her well-used little cunt one final time. It had been rough sex; she'd never done anything like that with her husband; she couldn't believe what she had missed over the years. The closest anything came to a loving screw was when she awoke to find Fred eating her pussy. He had nearly made love to her that final time; he had been gentle, but relentless and she had cum more than once. 

She heard the hotel staff knock and leave a small breakfast tray. They sat naked together at the small table and enjoyed the morning fare. 

"Jesus, Fred! Are you taking Viagra or what?" 

"Cialis, actually. Better product, lasts longer, fewer side effects and no alcohol prohibition. Look! I only do this on average every other week. It's about fucking --- nasty, no holds barred fucking. When you said you liked it rough, I almost came in my shorts. It's the kind of fucking that few husbands and wives ever get into. Jamie and I get nasty sometimes, particularly if it's makeup sex or we drink just enough. We're good in bed but...not like this. You were quite amazing, by the way. I'm very certain that Mike has never hinted at what an incredibly hot, nasty and uninhibited little fuck toy you can be." 

"That would be because he has never in the almost ten years since we first had sex seen that side of me --- a side I had almost forgotten. We make love; like you and Jamie, sometimes we get a little adventurous but nothing that even comes close to what you and I did." 

"Are you okay with it Angie?" 

"For the moment. It's weird. I really don't think I want my husband to fuck me the way you did --- treat me like a nasty little whore...but I loved it!" 

"Where do we go from here? This is very dangerous territory. Everything I know says we should not have done this and should not do it again." 

"I hate to throw out a cliché, Fred, but was it good for you?" 

"Frighteningly so. It was the most satisfying night I've ever had. I'm sitting here looking at you drinking your coffee and all I can think about is fucking your ass one more time before I leave for my first appointment." 

"My first call is nearby and an hour and a half from now. My pussy is still numb but my damn near virgin ass is tingling --- you only did me once back there. You paid for anything and everything, big guy," Angie said, sliding her tight little buns to the edge of the chair and fingering both her holes. 

"But talk to me! Tell me what a nasty little anal bitch I am. I want it hard and rough...that was my favorite fuck of the night --- the roughest one. You can be a lot rougher with me --- just don't leave marks.  Be rough with me, Fred, but bone my ass...slap my butt...pinch my tits...pull my hair...make me take that big cock in the ass. Pretend you're forcing me to take your cock up the ass the first time...I'll fight you...but you'll win...I'll protest...but you won't pay any attention." 

The final and nastiest of their couplings brought out the dark side in both of them. It was a depth of that dark side neither really knew was inside but it was everything both Fred and Angie needed and wanted it to be. 

*** The experience Mike and Jamie would have would be decidedly different. Mike had different needs than his good friend Fred had. Jamie had a decidedly different side to her than her friends --- or her husband --- could have known. Entering the bar alone, she saw Mike before he saw her and ducked out of sight to contemplate the situation. He was sitting in the appointed place wearing the designated tie. Her husband's best friend and her best friend's husband was her "date." Common sense said she should leave; curiosity got the best of her. Before Mike even knew what was going down, she was there sitting across from him. 

He was very surprised and disconcerted. "Jamie! What a surprise, I..."

"Shut up, Mike; you're the only guy in this bar wearing that particular school tie and you are sitting exactly where you are supposed to be." 

"Oh, shit." 

"Yeah, oh shit. First, I don't pull any punches. Welcome to the network. It would appear that you and the ever-delightful Angie joined up almost simultaneously. She's already had her 'date'." 

Mike seemed even more shocked. "Fred is..."

Jamie cut him off. "I knew he was getting laid every other week or so, but I am amused to have guessed correctly that he's a network client. Am I right? He always did have good taste. Mike, one or both of us can get up and walk out of here and since we both have a lot to lose, the truth stays here. Or we can go through with this as potentially dangerous as it can be. You're cute and I've thought about fucking you --- or at least fucking with you --- before. Mike, I've seen you checking out my ass. 

"What are you into, Mike? Just a little change? Something Angie won't do? Anal? Skull fucking? Rough stuff? While you are certainly footing the bill, I prefer to have a reasonable idea of what you're into. I'm open minded; in spite of the fact that you're paying, I have needs too and if you can't meet those there's no need to go forward." 

"It's embarrassing." 

"Do you have the money?" 

"Sure...here!" Mike said sliding the ATM envelope across to Jamie. 

"Good! If you change your mind and don't want to go through with it, you'll get the money back. It's never really about the money --- it just sets the ground rules. You've just paid a handsome sum of money to a prostitute who within reason is both prepared and adept at fulfilling your sexual fantasies --- as long as her needs are also met." 

"I.... I..." Jamie was almost positive she was reading the signs correctly as Mike stuttered; she smiled. Who would have known? Occasionally over macho Mike, married to the adorable little Angie, had a submissive streak. She decided to test the waters. 

"What's the matter, Mike, cat got your tongue? Let me hazard a guess. What would really turn you on would be to be my bitch? Am I right, you pathetic little turd? You don't really want to fuck me in the ass --- you want me to ream your sorry little butt. Well, speak up, you fucking pussy!" 

"Yes..."

"Oh, Mike, you are a dream come true! I haven't enjoyed a natural submissive in longer than I can remember. I usually inject pieces of my Domme gene into client relationships. Some guys are surprised how much they enjoy it; others draw the line. But you want it --- the whole fucking nine yards --- don't you?" 

"Yes." 

"Pardon me?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Much better. Now pay your tab and follow me to the parking lot --- and I do mean follow me. I'll drive; I'm not staying far from here." 

A few minutes later they were driving together in Jamie's car. "Take out your cock, ass wipe." 

"Wha...?" 

"You ever answer me without respect and I will personally cut that pathetic little cock of your into small pieces. Do what I tell you or get the fuck out of the car. That's right; now jerk off until you cum. It shouldn't take long; you have premature ejaculation and needle dick written all over your face." 

Jamie stole a glance; actually Mike's dick was quite impressive if not quite as substantial as her own husband's. Fred was good in the sack and more often than not quite aggressive. He was not remotely submissive; she had tested those waters and he had not taken the bait. 

She laughed to herself; being married to a sub would be revolting. She would take Fred just the way he was. On the other hand, the intense sexual satisfaction she got out of dominating a man, causing him some pain but no permanent damage, pissing in his mouth, fucking his ass until his eyes watered...oh, yeah! Mike came with a groan; Jamie turned just in time to see him spurt all over his suit pants. 

"Take your pants off!" 

"Whaa. . . yes, ma'am." So quickly obedient; how wonderful. 

"Now suck your own dirty cum out of those pants." 

They pulled into the parking lot in front of her place of lodging. "Leave 'em off --- along with the tidy whiteys. Now get up on the seat with your pale little ass facing me." Jamie removed a relatively small anal probe from the center compartment, lubricated it adroitly from a small clear tube and with no preliminaries shoved it up Mike's ass. 

"That has to be one of my favorite anal probes, shit brain. Do not let it fall out between the car and the room. Do you understand me? Did I tell you to put your pants back on? Get the fuck out of the car and go stand by the door, ass wipe." She took her time; he was petrified standing naked from the waist down; she hoped a car came by and saw him. 

Once inside the room, Jamie continued to assert her domination. "Strip! Go in the bathroom and wait for me." 

She made him wait; fear and arousal grew as he waited apprehensively. When he saw her next she was in spike heals, leather and chains and she had the biggest enema bag he had ever seen in her hand. "I hate getting shit all over my toys. Bend over the tub, you sniveling little turd. Good! Stay that way while I get the water nice and hot. Okay, spread your ass, pencil dick. You best not leak all over my bathroom floor...that will really piss me off." 

Of course, he could not help himself. He stifled a smile as she laid into his soft buttocks with her riding crop. He almost came later when she attached the ball and nipple clamps. 

He couldn't help himself when she pushed her hot little muff into his face and held him in place by his hair. He was punished severely for cumming without permission. She made him lick his own cum off the floor...the same floor he had leaked enema fluid on before. She continued to replace the anal probes with increasingly larger ones. The leather crop...oh, God...no marks but so much wonderful pain. She had a low voltage device; she hooked it to the clamps. He screamed and came. 

There was more punishment. It went on for hours culminating when she stripped down to nothing more than the largest vibrating electric strap-on he had ever seen in his life after tying him spread eagle on the bed. In spite of the ample lubrication, it stretched him as he had never been stretched before. She finally let him play with himself as she relentlessly reamed his ass. He came almost continuously, finally passing out from the intense pain and pleasure. Just as Mike passed out, Jamie had an incredibly intense orgasm of her own that seemed to go on for five minutes. Mike was already unconscious and missed it. 

She untied him, cleaned him up, deposited him under the covers and before taking her place in the other bed, kissed him gently. "Very nice, Mike, you are damned near a perfect sub. But this is far too close to home and very dangerous." 

She awoke first and used the bathroom. She could see that he was awake and unsure, "Mike, once I tuck you in, we're done. We're just two normal people now who have had a long night of perversion together with their best friend's wife or husband." 

"Can we talk, Jamie?" 

"Sure, Mike." 

"Do you and Fred..."

"Nope, never have and doubt that we ever will. I guess the good part of this is there is no chance that I'm going to fall in love with you and want to leave Fred. I love this kind of shit; in that regard you were the best I've ever 'done.' But it's just sex and I don't want to be married to a sub. How about you and the lovely and nubile Angie?" 

"Sadly, no.  Although as I think about it, it wouldn't work out --- would it?" 

"In my expert opinion, ours are the kinds of perversions best kept out of the marital bed. I wonder how things worked out for our respective spouses --- if their respective 'dates' were as mutually satisfying as ours were? Fred is very aggressive in the sack, but we don't really get very kinky. Hell, I'm pretty sure he'd fuck me in the ass, but I'm decidedly more into giving than receiving in that department. Still, if he tried, I wouldn't rebuff it --- but he never has. There's a very fine line in our world, Mike. I've known people, at least other women, who go both ways, Domme and sub, occasionally with the same partner who has similar wiring... I'm pretty damn sure that's not me." 

"So this stays between us? Look, what Angie and I do during sex is not unpleasant but decidedly pristine. She's just not into nasty shit; doesn't even like me to cum in her mouth and we've tried anal but things didn't work out. She a very sensitive girl and has clear ideas about what 'making love' is all about." 

"Fred's kind of that way; he's very loving and tender --- and I love it! He's the perfect husband. The weird thing is if you and I figured this out there is the chance that they did too. Fortunately their episodes didn't involve each other --- that would be very, very dangerous! So, in all likelihood, we all know that we're all getting a little strange on the side, but not that you and I did what we did. I think we need to keep it that way. A return engagement? My head says no...too risky but you are a very willing submissive so let me think about it." 

So the two couple sat together on one or the other's pool deck the following weekend acting as if nothing had happened, even though everyone knew something was happening—just not all the details. The two girls chatted first. 

"How'd it go, Angie?"  Jamie inquired. 

"Better than I could have imagined! There are some issues. We both work in, ah, similar industries and have concerns that we might have mutual acquaintances so I don't know if we'll keep it going.  That would be sad because it was better than anything I ever experienced. How did your new 'client' work out?" 

"Quite amazing and satisfying. Some similar issues so I'm not sure we'll get together again." 

Of course, Mike and Fred had a similar discussion. Neither --- particularly Mike --- seemed eager to share the details other than to say it was the best sex they'd ever had. Each husband had a brief chat with his best friend's wife. The general consensus by the two less experienced network participants, Angie and Mike, was that it was all a little weird although none of the four had the full picture of how really weird it was. All participants eschewed a rendezvous the following week. Each had normal and quite satisfactory sexual relationships with their respective mates. Not surprisingly, Jamie figured out the truth first although her husband Fred was not far behind. 

One day when they were all together, Mike slipped and made a distinctly subservient response to something Jamie said and Fred caught a hint of the glare Jamie flashed before almost instantly recovering and injecting a bit of humor. A few minutes later, Jamie saw something in the fleeting look her best friend gave her husband accompanied by a definite change in the way the two acted around each other, as if they were trying to be a little too distant. 

She made some discreet inquiries within the network; as a founding member she had those privileges. She couldn't be sure but once she was able to review everyone's travel schedules, it all made sense. Let it ride? Not who Jamie was. It was a couple of nights later as she and Fred were getting ready for bed that she broached the subject. 




The Network



"Fred, how long have you been engaging the services of the network?" 

"A little over six months; how about you?" Fred said, completely nonplussed as he too was on the verge of spilling the beans. 

"About the same. How was your 'date' with Angie?" 

"Quite exceptional; I should have known you'd figured it out too...and yours with Mike?" 

"Quite satisfying. Where do we go from here?" 

"Honey, I thoroughly enjoyed fucking Angie; she can be a delightfully submissive little slut." 

"Well, your best friend is a perfect submissive. You know I'm not remotely submissive --- I'm probably a tad more Domme than you ever realized." 

"We haven't talked about it in years, but you did hint at your experimentation in your former life way back when." 

"I couldn't possibly be married to a sub; couldn't respect him.  You?" 

"No, not in a million years. I knew that you weren't remotely that way --- that's why I fell in love with you and we got married. We're both somewhat dominant personalities. You show little tinges of it when we fuck but I don't mind...I even like it." 

"Would you ever considering letting me fuck you in the ass, Fred?" 

"Only if turn about is fair play --- and I get to pick the strap on! It only seems fair. I love your ass and it would be wonderful but you wouldn't get turned on by me treating you like a cum slut and I don't think I could feel good about it. I do love you very much." 

"I agree. There is also very little chance that Mike and Angie could find their way to 'being' the characters the other needs or wants. Could you fall in love with her?" 

"No; when it comes to life partners, I much prefer a woman who is assertive, in charge --- I'm in love with you." 

"Same here, baby...but the sex was..."

"Sublime?" 

"Uh, huh." 

"Let's see, Mike's paying me, you're paying Angie --- it's a wash, financially, isn't it?" 

"Nice rationalization, Jamie, but its going to get weird." 

"What do you suggest?" 

"We tell 'em tomorrow." 

"And then what?" 

"If we could keep it from getting messy, it certainly would be convenient." 

"What's to keep either of us from wanting a change at sometime?" 

"Nothing, I suppose, but Angie is the perfect submissive little slut...and I gather Mike works that way for you?" 

"The best. Look, if it's going to work, then at least up front, do we really need to share the details of the actual sexual activities?" 

Jamie was pensive for a moment. "I guess that's up to them; we've come clean.  We each know what the other finds interesting about our neighbors...so to speak. You know, Fred, my stuff is all about role play." 

"Same here, now that you mention it. Are you suggesting that we consider role playing --- together Jamie? I'm not sure it would work. Look, Jamie, you can fuck me in the ass if you like. Any man who says the idea of a beautiful woman fucking him in the ass with a strap-on hasn't crossed his mind is full of it. You can even spank me although I'm not into all that electrical shit and never will be into the humiliation and I couldn't be convincing calling you 'mistress'.  I think it would be a lot harder for Mike and Angie. I can't see Angie snapping the whip and fucking Mike in the ass with a giant plastic cock --- not from what you've told me --- nor can I see him dominating her completely the way she likes. She can be a delightfully nasty little girl --- just like you, I'm learning --- just a different kind of nasty." 

"Fred, I don't want to be married to...that. Sure, we can explore a little kink but let's stay grounded at home. How do you suggest we tell them?" 

"I tell him; you tell her. It's up to them to discuss their own individual...preferences? I'm not getting into that." 

"I agree." 

"So, hon, do you have a regular dominatrix outfit, you know, leather and chains, spike heels...?" 

"Several, dear." 

"Can I see them sometime?" 

"They're in my car." 

"Can I see them with you wearing them?" 

"I don't see any harm in that." 

The next day was Saturday and the two couples got together for breakfast after dropping their respective children at their various weekend activities. Fred brought Mike up to speed while Angie was read-in by Jamie. 

"Mike! It would appear that you and my wife have found a hobby that you both enjoy immensely." 

"What? Oh, shit." 

"Cool your jets, Mike.  Jamie enjoyed her 'session' with you immensely." 

"Did she tell you what we..."

"In some detail. Now look, we've been friends for a long time. What gets you off is your business. Jamie is not going to share the details with Angie --- that's also your business. The other thing you need to know is that my new network contact was also an extremely satisfying partner. Angie and I discovered a real commonality in our tastes." 

"Angie! Oh, shit!" 

"No pot calling the kettle black, buddy. And I'm not going to share the details of our tryst --- that's between you two. Now here's how it needs to work. Angie has just been brought up to speed by my wife. You and your wife need to chat and decide where you want to go with this. After you two have come to an understanding, the four of us need to get back together." 

*** "Do you want to know what Fred and I did, Mike?" 

"Yes and no, but we're all being insanely open here and I'm pretty sure that what Jamie and I did is far stranger; I'll go first." Mike gave his sweet young wife a blow-by-blow description. 

"And that gets you off?" 

"Yeah, it does...like nothing you could imagine." 

"Okay, then I guess it's my turn." Angie proceeded to provide a graphic narrative of her night with Fred. 

"Babe, I never would have guessed that in a million years." 

"I could certainly echo that line after your description of what gets you and Jamie off. Mike, let me cut through the bullshit. I love you; you're a good husband and a great dad. I couldn't be married to a man who treated me like that...I don't want you to provide that for me...but I've not cum that hard or that often --- ever." 

"I agree in terms of my, ah, sexual kinks. But not unlike you...it was profoundly erotic and intensely satisfying." 

"Where do we go from here?" 

"Common sense tells me we need to end it; on the other hand..."

"Let's go chat with our next door neighbors and best friends." 

It was decided that they would continue with their trysts on a week-to-week basis. They all agreed on a prohibition of any activity at home; it seemed important to keep it out of town. If any of the four of them got uncomfortable, it ended.  All four wondered if a normal relationship could continue between the two couples. They agreed to continue the money exchange for the sake of symbolism. 

They also all agreed never to discuss rendezvous plans or out of town activities when they were together in their respective homes. As would be expected, the two men and subsequently the two women did have discussions prompted as much as anything by curiosity. 

"Fred, thank you for not judging me; I'm not exactly proud of..."

"Stop! Mike, I told you that what you do in the bedroom is your business. If you want to change, then go see a shrink. There are lots of people in the world who enjoy the BDSM scene and plenty of healthy, successful men --- like you --- who enjoy what you enjoy. Look, what do you do for a living? You run a call center with almost two hundred employees—primarily women. As I understand you got that promotion over a number of other technically qualified employees because you had a flare for supervising female employees with the perfect mix of toughness, nurturing and respect. Maybe what you do day-to-day for a living has something to do with it." 

"It's a result of an earlier experience. Look, when I was younger, there was this girl; she was one of the early Title IX jocks, a weight lifter, just shy of six feet when she was in high school but not remotely unattractive. In all truth it was my first sexual experience and what she did to me probably meets the legal definition of rape...and it was the most intense sexual experience of my life. I dated other girls after but I found myself going back to her...because...I liked it --- a lot. I never wanted to be dominated like that in my day-to-day life but..."

"I remember the first time I ever had decidedly rough, slut sex. She was the valedictorian, little Miss Perfect. She had an angelic demeanor and the story line was that she was 'saving herself' for marriage. The first girl I ever went 'all the way' with.  I had no idea how nasty she was until our second date." 

"Now I juggle a dozen often bitchy and extremely brilliant female attorneys in a decidedly feminist law firm. I may be the managing partner --- and I'm damn good at it --- but they treat me like crap more often than not. Mike, 99% of the time I get them to do exactly what I need them to do --- because I kiss their damn asses and stroke their over-blown egos like a master." 

"Deep down inside there are a number of them that badly need to be bent over the nearest piece of furniture, butt slapped silly and fucked hard. As satisfying as that might be, it wouldn't help me meet the firm's objectives. I'm very good at what I do and they pay me very well to do it --- but it has a price; they own my balls and what Angie and I 'enjoyed' helps me get my balls back. If it's sick, which it probably is --- it's no better or worse than what gets you and my wife off." 

Angie and Jamie had a similar discussion. Angie was a construction manager for a large grocery chain. Day-to-day, she had to boss around very macho construction workers effectively or the projects would fail to be completed on schedule. She was commonly known as a ball busting ice bitch but she got results and no one fucked with her. Her legacy was that lover from college, a professor some years her senior who was the first man who ever made her cum. 

Jamie spent her workday cajoling and stroking physicians with large but fragile egos; she was very good at it but it took something out of her. She too had an early sexual experience that had shaped her future. Hers had been with the quarterback of her college football team who could only get off 'off the field' by being dominated, abused and humiliated by a strong woman. 

For the next year, the two couples met their respective spouses out of town once a week and enjoyed their particular fetishes. With their own husbands and wives, the sex at home was very satisfying and somewhat more adventurous but none of the participants really wanted to bring the full- blown kinkiness they enjoyed outside of their marriages into the marital bed. There was a danger that none of them really saw coming; as their sex at home became more exotic, their sex on the road became a little more normal. 

***

"Mike, we both know our roles here but I'm just not up for it tonight. Would you be offended if we just took a shower, crawled between the sheets and fucked like normal people?" 

Mike agreed; he'd had a long day too. While Jamie was certainly the aggressor, they just fucked like too normal people; they both knew afterwards that they had enjoyed it a little much. 

A similar scenario unfolded when Fred and Angie got together. While their coupling was quite energetic and lusty by normal standards, it also incorporated a degree of tenderness which both enjoyed immensely. After the third week in which the two couples essentially made love, all knew they had reached the danger zone but no one wanted to confront it. 

The extra-marital sex had become too good to walk away from. It was after the final rule had been broken that the four knew they needed to talk. It was the night following a dinner at Mike and Angie's house and one too many bottles of wine when Angie and Fred paired off as did Jamie and Mike. It was the next morning over breakfast when the truth was confronted. Jamie took the lead. 

"We're in real trouble here, folks; we broke the rules at every level. The final rule was that any of the four of us could end it if it got weird --- and it's gotten weird. Do we all agree?" All nodded silently. "Any suggestions?" 

Fred chimed in first. 

"We all knew it was bound to happen; familiarity builds affection and more. At the same time, at least from my perspective I would not have traded it for anything. I got a bug out of my system that I've never been comfortable with. There's nothing that says it won't come back but for the present what Angie and I used to enjoy...I just don't need it anymore and my gut tells me she feels the same way. I also genuinely love and care for everyone at this table and our friendship means more to me than anything other than my marriage to Jamie." 

"I guess when it was taboo, unavailable and somehow forbidden behavior, it really excited me," Mike added. "I have to say I was relieved three weeks ago when we both decided enough was enough. I owe you, Jamie. It was a lot more fun and less expensive than a lifetime of therapy." They all laughed together, taking the edge off.  Jamie added her words in agreement as did Angie. 

"So where do we go from here?" Jamie asked. 

"We end it, I guess; that was the rule. If any one of us wanted to end it..." Angie said. 

"Well, we all effectively 'retired' from the network a long time ago," Mike added. 

"Look, we're all ashamed to admit that whether just fucking or fetish we are cut from the same cloth. Admit it --- I will --- every once in a while we all need a little strange...Angie?" Angie nodded as did Mike and Fred at Jamie's keen observations.

"Okay, I propose we enter into a one month moratorium on extramarital sex. We'll do the normal things together we do as friends. At the end of the month, we'll get together and, if it happens, it happens but nothing gets planned. We'll cook out like we always do and unless anyone has a strong objection we'll let the cards fall where they may." 

*** All four of them were a little apprehensive when they got together for the cookout a month later. Angie and Mike chatted together. 

"Mike, Jamie was right; I've missed it. Bluntly I want to fuck you tonight; I want your big cock up my shitter and I want you to redden my butt. I'm not up for the skull fuck; I'd really be pleased if we could just temper it down to 'a little' rough but not where we once were." 

"I'd enjoy that, Angie." 

A similar discussion was occurring on the other side of the pool deck. "Jamie, I'm almost ashamed to admit I've missed your strap-on in my ass but I don't really miss the nasty, humiliating stuff I used to need. The leather, tempered use of the riding crop, forcing your bushy little cunt into my face..."

"Turn it down a few notches?" 

"Yeah." 

"I agree; toward the end I just felt like a sadist; you didn't know it but I faked my orgasm the last time." 

"I thought so; your breathing was too controlled; you never really let go the way you used to." 

"Very observant, my dear friend and neighbor," Jamie said, taking Mike's hand and leading him across to their spouses. 

"For old time's sake?" Fred queried. Everyone nodded and the couples retreated to their respective bedrooms. 

As time went on, everyone became more comfortable with the arrangement. The rigid schedule collapsed. Sometimes they would switch more than once a month sometimes less often. There were protocols; the most important said there would be no secrets and no clandestine rendezvous. 

Angie knocked on her best friend's back door. "Jamie, I just realized I haven't been boned in the ass in almost a month; Mike never really has taken to it --- certainly not with the expertise and enthusiasm that Fred has. I saw him come home earlier and I'm working at home...is there any chance...?" 

"Better your little ass than mine. Where's Mike?" 

"Funny you should ask. He was sort of hoping you could stop over and help him out with a problem." 

Jamie called downstairs to the basement office; the kids would not be home for two hours. "Fred! Angie's here for some butt sex! I'm going next door to take care of Mike. Is that okay with you?" 

"Send her down!" 

"Thanks, Jamie, you're a doll," Angie said, scampering down the basement steps. 

***

"Yes, young lady, what can I do for you?" 

"Oh, doctor! I have this itch that just won't away...it's right here...can you fix it?" Angie said, raising her plaid skirt and finger her naked little ass. 

"You've been a very bad girl; you need a spanking." 

"I'd like that...I know I deserve it and then what are you going to do?" 

"What do you want me to do?" 

"Doctor, I'm saving my pussy until I'm married...but you can fuck me in this ass if you don't mind." 

Jamie and Fred had developed a series of interesting role-plays that always ended in hot, nasty butt fucking. Next door, Angie and Mike had developed their own scenarios and the end result was pretty much the same. It continued that way long after their respective children had grown up and moved away. 

Edited by Techsan and slutkimmi




The Networking Event



Ryan was ready for the meeting to end. His last of the day. The customer was complaining about a tenth of an inch placement of some graphic in the marketing material, and he had heard enough. Plus, he had plans tonight. 

As the meeting finally wrapped up, he looked at his phone. There was a text. "Enjoy your networking event tonight. I will enjoy mine!" Summer, his lover had sent this about 10 minutes ago. He chuckled. It was going to be an incredible night.

Summer and Ryan had been having an affair for the past 3 months. Ryan commuted to Detroit for client work. In the evenings, he had client dinners. Most often it was the same client. Summer. They had enjoyed their time together, and something deep and meaningful had grown. More than just sex, they were in love. Not the kind of love where you turned your life upside down, but the kind where two people found happiness and pleasure.

Ryan realized that he was spending more time in Detroit than he figured. So he decided that he needed to meet other business folks from the city. Both for business – and for cover. So he did research and found the Detroit Economic Club. It looked like a good group to get involved with. He had attended a lunch meeting and now it was time to attend one of their evening networking events. It was being held at the Detroit Marriott at the Renaissance Center – the hotel he was staying in that week. He was excited for the opportunity to meet more people in Detroit, even if that meant he was not having dinner with Summer.

Ryan drove from the client's office downtown, and got to the hotel. A quick stop at his room where he dropped off his briefcase. A quick brushing of the teeth, mouthwash, and a splash of cologne. A quick look in the mirror to straighten his tie – he smiled. He was fighting the coming grey – but everyone told him it made him look distinguished. He hated it. 

He headed down the elevator to the lobby and walked into the main restaurant area. Volt, the main establishment in the hotel, was the location for the event. He saw a table with a young man and woman, what looked like registration. He checked in, put on his name tag, and took a glass of red wine from the waiter standing just inside. Taking a sip, he looked around the room. Ryan scanned the attendees, about 60 people. Most looked 40 and over. Most were in business wear. This looked like a group he should get to know.

Over the next 30 minutes he worked the room. He introduced himself, chatted about the Lions and the Red Wings, and the revitalization of downtown. He met everyone, but noticed one person the most. A woman about his height in her heels. Brunette. Well dressed. She was drinking a cocktail with a lime – clear. Vodka soda he wondered? They seemed to circle the room opposite of each other. But they both noticed each other. A quick look at her as she chatted with the leaders of the group. He caught her looking his way and he turned back to the group of lawyers he was engaging with. This went on for another thirty minutes until Ryan was introduced to her. The President of the Group, a woman, having learned that Ryan owned a boutique agency, decided to introduce him to the other marketing folks in the room. They shook hands and the three of them talked for a few minutes. As the president went to speak to someone else, Ryan offered to freshen her drink. She smiled and said please. "Vodka Soda with a lime." He smiled as he had gotten it right.

Ryan walked over to bar and ordered another glass of wine – a better one. And her drink. He turned to look back at the room and watched as the brunette engaged with another group of women. She smiled and small talked. But she kept her eye on Ryan. And when she saw him watching, she smiled. And then turned around. Ryan noticed her dress and jacket were well tailored, but her legs got his attention. Well defined. Muscular. Tanned. This woman worked out. She also understood her own sexuality. A professional yet sexy heel. His eyes went back up – and she caught him. Her eyebrow went up. Like what you see was telegraphed across the room. He heard the bar tender put the drinks on the bar and he turned around. Whew saved. Ryan put a twenty dollar bill on the bar, quickly adjusted himself, and took the drinks over. He handed them too her. A smile and a thank you. 

The networking continued for another sixty minutes. Ryan and the brunette continued to talk with the group. Sometimes in the same group. A smile. A wink. Ryan couldn't care less about the rest of the room at this point. He wanted to be with Summer, but this woman was driving him wild. He had to see her more. As people started to file out of the room over the last thirty minutes of the event, Ryan ended up back at the bar. Since he wasn't driving, he could have a third glass of wine. He sat at the bar and ordered another glass. He thought about getting dinner as well. He felt someone slide next to him, and there she was. "Can I buy you that glass of wine? I am going to have one more as well." 

Over the next 30 minutes, they chatted. They laughed. She touched his arm. He moved closer. The banter was wonderful – the chemistry was electric. He put his hand on the back of her chair and turned towards her. She put her feet on the bottom rung of his. They were leaning closer. Ryan decided it was time to see where this was going. "Hungry? I was thinking of ordering something here at the bar."

"I am, but not for food" and with a grin telegraphed exactly what she wanted. "The bill is paid." And looked at him with the 'your move' thought telegraphed on her forehead. Ryan got out of his chair, held hers, and helped her out of her seat. "Let's take a walk" was his only response.

That walk led to the elevator. Not hand in hand, but close enough that someone might notice something. Ryan pressed the elevator button and they waited. They looked at each other. The energy. Almost animalistic. The door opened and they got in. 'please no one else walk in – please' as he hit the button to his floor – the top. They got lucky. As the door closed, Ryan moved the distance between them. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. Not a gentle kiss, not sloppy. Strong. Passionate. She returned it. One arm of his around her waist. One of hers around his neck. Their tongues touched and began to intertwine. 'Ding' – they door opened.

Ryan pulled away, took her hand, and let her to his room. He quickly got out the key and opened the door. He held the door open and let her enter first. As he entered and closed the door, he turned to her. She moved quicker than him and was back in his arms. The kiss reengaged. They melded together. Both of her arms around his neck. His hands around her waist. He pulled her close. One hand slid down her back and rested on her ass. He squeezed firm and pulled her close. There was no way she could not feel how hard he was. She moaned and moved closer to him. They continued to kiss. He moved her slowly against the wall. Her hand slid around to his front and slowly down his tie. She stopped at his waist. He pulled her closer.

Ryan decided to see how far this would go. He moved his mouth away from her mouth, and over her cheek. He found her earlobe and softly nibbled on her ear. And then down to her neck. At that point, she became the aggressor. A moan, her hand moved lower to feel his erection. As she squeezed it he moaned into her neck. He stopped kissing her and looked directly into her eyes. No words were spoken. The next thing he noticed is the zipper of his pants being lowered. A soft but sturdy hand reaching in. Found the opening of his boxers. And quickly his cock was outside his pants. A slow but steady hand job for a few seconds. She looked right at him. She kissed him. He knew what he needed to do next.

His next move was to push her against the wall. His hands slide down her body and down her legs. He moved them back up and pulled the bottom of her dress up. Up and Up to find she was not wearing panties. He groaned low and guttural. He slide two of his fingers in her mouth ... she sucked on them. He then slide them down her body to find her wet. He slowly slid them inside her. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. A quiet moan. He could not believe how wet she was. She was ready. He was ready. 

Swiftly, he lifted her legs and pushed her up the wall. He moved forward, and put his cock at the opening of her pussy. Slowly, he lowered her enough so gravity forced his cock inside her. This time they both moaned, and it wasn't quiet. Ryan looked into her eyes and said 'I want to fuck you' ... and he began. Her ankles locked each other behind his back. Pulling him close. His cock bottomed out. He could not believe how warm she was. How tightly her pussy gripped his cock. Deep inside her. It felt so damn good. They kissed as Ryan began to slowly pull out to the tip, and push back in. Ryan proceeded to fuck her. Slow, steady, full strokes. He built up his pace with every thrust. This woman had teased him all night. Now it was time to show her what she had done.

Over a few minutes, they worked up to full speed. Ryan was fucking her long and deep. She was screaming for him to fuck her. "Hard. Deep. Don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Ryan could barely speak "I ... am ... fucking ... you ... you ... are ... mine" as he lifted her as high as she could. And then he lowered her and slammed into her deep. Over and Over. Ryan heard a shoe drop on the ground. 

Deep down he felt it. He was going to cum. It was deep down. Ryan was ready. He screamed "I am going to fucking cum!" and she screamed back "fuck me ... fill me up with you cum" and that set him off. He felt her pussy clamp down and he felt his balls release. One deep push and Ryan came. A big first blast deep inside. She threw her head back and he felt her pussy clamp down tight. They both screamed and came together. Another thrust. Another shot of cum. This continued for a few more thrusts, each shot of cum smaller. Ryan slowed down. Finally he just pushed inside and held her. He kissed her again.

Finally Ryan was able to speak. "So Miss, Thanks for the interesting evening. But before round two, can I learn your name?" Her eyes twinkled as she said "It's Summer ... pleasure to meet you."



The Neutral Corner



Edited by: Sixty-nine

"I can't believe you're telling me this," my wife, Greta, ranted emotionally.

"I'm only telling you 'cause you asked," our daughter, Cindy, replied though certainly with much less emotion in her voice.

In a boxing match, I'd be in what is called the neutral corner. They both knew my opinion on the issue, and I didn't really agree with either of them. So while they both knew that I sympathized and would lean on me for emotional support, neither would ask me to jump to their defense. 

"I can't believe you're sexually active, Cindy. You're just too young." Of course my wife realized that she would gain no ground in her argument by citing my daughter's youth. They all think they can do anything at that age. Being an intelligent woman my wife quickly added, "with all that's going around...."

"I'm eighteen, Mom," Cindy said in that flippant, sarcastic tone that drives mothers nuts and that only daughters can truly master. "I'm not going to live in a cloister. This is the twenty-first century and you must have known when you gave birth to me that one day I'd eventually want to have sex."

Cindy made good points. She was pretty and intelligent just like her mother, a deadly combination. One I'm quite proud of really. She read a lot, or, at least, she used to read a lot. She was articulate, as her mother was relearning. Too damn articulate, sometimes.

"Don't get flippant with me, young lady. You still live in this house and I won't tolerate vulgarity," Greta told her daughter, shaking her head in disapproval.

Greta and her whole family came from repressed Presbyterian stock. As far back as Wesley I think they've had a pew in the Church of the Frozen Chosen. The thing about Presbyterians and sex is that they believe in it. After all that's the only way there's ever going to be more Presbyterians. But they certainly don't believe in talking about it. They especially don't believe in talking about it with their nearly adult daughters late on Friday night.

"If you hadn't been coming in looking like a street walker at all hours of the night..." Greta continued haranguing, again with the official headshake of disapproval.

"Mother!" Cindy said in a harsh tone, her temper starting to flare in the hot, controlled burn she'd gotten from Greta's side of the family. "I've had a very difficult night. I broke up with Bobby just moments ago and right now I'm more than just a little pissed off..."

"Do you hear that, Thomas? I can't deal with this anymore. This is your daughter and you two had better straighten it out, that's all I have to say." Greta flew from the room in abdication.

"Well, that didn't go very well," I said softly, taking down a couple of wineglasses as Cindy brought out her favorite bottle of white wine from the fridge. One advantage of being married to a Presbyterian verses say… a Baptist gal … was that at least the Presbyterians let you drink in moderation. I grew up in New Orleans. It's a damned important consideration.

"No hair pulling or anything this time, you mean," Cindy said with a rye smile, being smart enough to know I could commiserate, but not console her.

"You've got to come in by your curfew, punkin'," I reminded her again, this time a bit more firmly. "You know she frets about you. Breaking curfew just jazzes her up so that when you come in late these things often can't be contained."

"There was a reason this time, Dad," she said, getting that exasperated tone I knew so well.

"And then there's the thing that really set her off," I said gently, indicating the obvious semen stains on the front of one of Cindy's newest blouses. She's caught a bit in the hair too, apparently, that she wasn't even aware of. Greta might not like to talk about sex with her daughter but she wasn't that naïve. She knew a cum stain when she saw one, and the fact that her baby had walked in from a date splattered like a common tramp had been a bit much for her to swallow. My sick, silly nature couldn't refrain from thinking it must have been a bit much for Cindy to swallow as well. "Go clean up," I told my daughter gently. "I'll put your mother down for the night if she's not already. But we still have issues to discuss before we go to bed, girl. I'll meet you in the den in five."

"Okay, but bring the wine too, Daddy. It was an even tougher night than it looks like, really," she said, rolling her eyes.

Greta was already in bed, though she was still fuming. It took about three minutes of solid venting before she was able to wind down enough for me to say anything at all. Even then, I knew enough to hold my tongue.

"You go talk to her now. You're better at this sort of thing than me. I just can't believe she'd do that, Thomas. Our own daughter, traipsing in like a common whore. I thought we'd taught her better than that." As my wife wore down, she began to yawn and slide even further into the bed. Greta was an early riser. It was already just past midnight and usually she was in bed before nine, another contributing factor to her grumpiness. 

"I'll talk to her, darling. You sleep now. We'll discuss it further in the morning."

Before I turned off the light, I noted once more how alike mother and daughter were in outward appearance. Greta was Cindy in thirty years, at least on the outside. They had the same honey-blonde hair, the same slender form, the same high cheekbones and regal air. Greta's beauty was what drew me as a young, inexperienced man to court a woman ten years his senior. Even now, she was so beautiful that I'd never regretted that decision. 

As I walk out of our bedroom, and shut off the light I was also honest enough with myself to know that our ages were just another reason for feeling caught in the middle between them. In my own heart, I realized now I had married too early without enjoying all that life and youth had to offer. In a sense, I felt as close to Cindy and her friends at times as I did to Greta and hers.

Grabbing the wine and my glass, I wandered quietly toward the den, not really looking forward to the upcoming conversation. How do I convince my daughter not to do the very things I now regretted not doing in my youth?

Not that I was completely inexperienced when Greta and I were married. I'd had my share of girlfriends growing up, but despite my lack of trying, I was still a shy virgin when Greta and I met. She'd taken care of that long before the wedding too, not that we'd ever tell Cindy that. Cindy wasn't a "preemie baby", like many first children back then were, but she wasn't far from it.

In fact, it was our physical relationship that had finally convinced Greta we ought to marry. She had been very reticent to marry a younger man, nearly as reticent as I had been persistent. Despite my prior lack of experience, I'd like to think it was my complete willingness to do anything it took to please her sexually that won her over. Not that Greta's a complicated woman in bed. Still, I'd learned a lot about pleasing a woman from my wife; lessons I'd never regretted or ever applied elsewhere.

But Greta was also just past fifty now. She'd gone through menopause early and come out the other side already. Though still attentive, her libido had dramatically declined.

Spying around the corner, I could see Cindy looking very girlish in her long cotton T-shirt with her favorite Disney character on the front. In many ways she was just a girl, though quite obviously she was also growing up.

And in many ways too, she was closer to the Greta I had first met as a youth. Closer than Greta was now, anyway. I was smart enough to realize and admit the attraction to myself. I'd also been smart enough not to get myself caught in too many situations completely alone with her like this. It's not that I didn't trust Cindy. It was more that I didn't completely trust myself.

"Sorry to take so long," I told her as I entered the room. I was determined to keep the conversation light and airy.

"It just seemed long to you because you were getting your ears chewed off," Cindy giggled as she poured herself more wine from the bottle I sat between us. 

She was laying sprawled out on our oversized couch in the way that teenage girls do when they're in their feline-at-home mode. For myself, I chose the stiff backed chair opposite her so we could talk and so I wouldn't get that comfortable.

"That was a quick shower," I commented after noting Cindy's wet hair.

"Well, I had something sticky in my hair," she said, rolling her eyes at me like she always did. "You could have warned me. No wonder Mama freaked."

"Just when did it become my job to warn you about such things? And what would you have had me say in front of your mom?"

"Okay," she giggled, sipping more wine. "It's not your fault. It's mine. Now you both think I'm such a tramp, I'm sure."

"We're both concerned, that's all. I know you think eighteen is some magical age, but to us, it was just yesterday that you were a little girl."

"Well, I'm not quite ready to give that up either, Daddy," Cindy said, feigning innocence. "In a lot of ways, I still feel like a little girl."

She wanted to steer the conversation in that direction, I could tell. But that's not what I'd been sent in here to do. I'd always been known for my stubbornness and my determination. It's the Irish in me, I suppose.

"But you're not just a little girl anymore, Cindy. And now your mother knows you're sexually active too. There's no going completely back again after that."

"Ugh!" she groaned in frustration, knowing I was not to be denied in this. Then, in frustration, she explained. "Sexually active, like in hands and mouth, Dad. I haven't activated all my parts yet, though it's not been because I wasn't willing."

That did relieve me somewhat, and it might relieve her mother. If it really were true.

"It might ease your mother's concerns if you let me tell her that. Except I'd leave out the willing part if it's all the same to you."

"Sure, you can tell her, dad," Cindy said dismissively. "It's not like I want her thinking I'm a whore or anything."

"So tell me what happened tonight," I suggested gently. "Did Bobby do anything I need to have his legs broken for?"

"No, Daddy," Cindy said softly, though the idea of me having Bobby beat up did look like it appealed to her. Not that I'd ever had anyone beat up before. Still, there was always a first time. Cindy was my baby girl.

"Bobby's no worse than every other boy I've dated," she told me mournfully. "He's just interested in himself and his own pleasure and not the girl he's with, too." 

Ah! so that was it. I remembered being eighteen once. How did they used to say it, 'Young, dumb, and full of cum!' I often thought nowadays that if I could just go back to high school with what I know now, no telling how my dating life would have turned out.

"It just takes guys a little longer to mature, dear," I told her - again. "We've had this conversation a few times, if I remember."

"Yeah, in fifth grade when they were throwing mud and stuff. You'd think that by eighteen, if they found a willing girl they'd at least try to do something for her, though!"

Again with the willing! The conversation had quickly degenerated. More than a little of it was the really strong sense of sexual frustration I perceived from my daughter. What does a father say about that, even when he commiserates with her problem? I could always offer her my own solution that I turned to these days.

"Dear, there's always masturbation," I said softly.

"Dad," Cindy said, giving me another patented eye roll. "I've been doing that since I was thirteen. Frankly I'm getting a little tired of it. You'd think I could at least find one guy in high school that would know how to get a girl off. Or that would at least listen when she tried to teach them!"

I found it hard to believe that an attractive and persuasive girl like Cindy couldn't find at least one. Wait, I didn't really want her to find one, did I? This conversation had become an emotional roller coaster for me.

"Susie said we ought to try older men," Cindy said, referring to one of her best friends. "She read in a magazine that older guys make the best lovers."

What was I supposed to say about that? All I could do was shake my head, then I realized that it was just what her mother had done before and so I forced myself to stop it.

"Do you know any nice guys your age, Dad? Someone who might be willing to teach a girl? Or maybe two?"

"Cindy!" I said, finally not able to take her goading. "That's ridiculous and you know it. You don't need anyone older. You need to stay with young men your own age."

"Why?" she asked, far too smugly. Then, almost eagerly, she let her other shoe drop. "That's one reason you married mother, isn't it? She was ten years older. More beautiful. More mature."

"Cindy, it's not the same! You're mother and I love each other very much."

"But I've heard you tease her when you thought no one was listening. About how she'd taught you everything you knew about love. That's all I'm after. Someone older to teach me. Do I have to marry them first?"

"You're an exasperating brat, Cindy," I told her, tempering the words with a bit of a wry grin. "You know I'd never agree to you dating a man that old. What are you after, my sneaky girl? It's obvious you've got some plan of attack here, though I'm at a loss as to what the game or goal is."

Cindy had grown up loving games, especially strategy games. I'd learned early on that in Risk or chess, Cindy was a formidable foe.

"Well, I was thinking of something, Daddy. I wouldn't have to look so hard for an older man if I had another opportunity for my education."

She was setting up rather much straighter than before and using much more precise language. Yes, no doubt this was some well thought through scheme of hers.

Cindy was straightening her nightgown, smoothing it flat over her pretty legs. It took me a while to notice that she was also raising it slightly, exposing more of those same two pretty legs.

"Someone loving and kind that was willing to teach me certain things," she said casually, seeming just to ramble on for a time.

But her nightgown continued to creep upward. There was nothing casual about that. Cindy had already exposed about half of her beautiful thigh and seemed willing to expose even more.

"Cindy, you don't know what you're doing..." I said meekly.

"Yes, I do Daddy," Cindy replied with certainty and boldness. "I'm frustrated and turning to the only man who's ever loved me."

She continued to lift up her nightgown gradually. I had the feeling that soon, I'd be seeing more than I'd ever dreamed of. Then quickly chided myself for the obvious lie.

"I'm turning to the only man I'd trust to show me everything I need to know. The only man who's ever protected me and been there for me."

Cindy eased the nightgown completely off her legs now, slowly spreading them, showing me the radiant flower of her youth.

As her fingers deliberately began to spread her pink labia, Cindy said softly, "I'm turning to you, Daddy, to show me how to really be a woman."

I sat stunned, watching Cindy finger herself. Never in my wildest conscious dreams would I have thought she'd do such a thing. And never thought I'd find myself in this position. Sitting here in front of my beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter watching her gently masturbate while she seduced me.

It was working, too. I found myself rationalizing everything she'd said. Agreeing with everything. 

Or maybe it was my throbbing cock that was agreeing. Despite myself, I felt the beating of my own heart in the swelling in my pants. Nor did that obvious fact escape Cindy's notice. She licked her lips suggestively while shifting her gaze back and forth from my lap to my face.

I tried to be strong. I tried to do the right thing.

For about fifteen seconds I tried very hard.

Then my moral sense folded like the cheap house of cards it really was. I found myself crawling on my knees until I was before her, ready to bury my face between those beautiful daughter thighs.

Briefly, my sense and my shame returned to raise their feeble heads just once more. 

Looking up the expanse of Cindy's body at her beatific face, I asked her, "Are you sure this is what you want, honey?"

"Oh yes, Daddy," she said with certainty and conviction. "This is absolutely what I want."

Assured, I grasped the outside of her hips and scooted her on the couch closer to my face. I inhaled the fragrance that was Cindy. She was still fresh from her shower. Her glistening labia, thin and pink, lay barely hidden under a well-trimmed mound of honey-colored hair. The ruffle of flesh at the top of her slit, like the pink wings of an emerging butterfly, seemed to sing to me, calling for my lingual caress.

Dipping down into that honey-colored pot, I received my first taste of my daughter's flavor. Her aroma was spicy but light, like a young girl's should be. Her inner texture was stick and warm against my tongue. And the taste of her could only be described as heavenly.

I'd always loved to orally satisfy Greta. I'd even gotten a few licks of girls I'd known before her. But nothing prepared me for the intensity of enjoying the young woman who also happened to be my daughter. 

Cindy moaned gently as I spread her out with my thumbs so I could lick deeper inside. I spread her well enough to see she had no maidenhead, though by this time I didn't really care either. Maybe it had all been a tease. 

Because even as I licked her, I knew with certainty I'd been conned tonight. From the time I had entered the den with the wine, my preverbal goose had been cooked. Just as certainly as my tongue licked from the base of her wet crease to the top, Cindy had orchestrated this seduction.

But I had been willingly seduced. A very real part of me wanted to be between her thighs. Wanted my tongue to even now begin teasing her clitoris. Wanted my fingers to be obligingly teasing the slick lips of her young, teenage pussy.

Cindy moaned louder now. Greta slept soundly, but this was still risky. Between Cindy's thighs, though, such concerns seemed trivial. I was already risking the wrath of the law and the wrath of God, how much more concerned should I be to risk the wrath of my loving wife and her loving mother?

It hardly seemed to matter at the moment. Not with Cindy's arousal starting to climb and certainly not as my finger slipped deeper and deeper inside her. Though not obstructed, my daughter's channel was certainly tight. She gripped my finger as my tongue lashed her budding clitoris and Cindy's urgency climbed higher and higher.

As I began to pump that finger into her slick, tight slot, I also allowed my little finger to tickle across her anus. Greta had always been sensitive there, though she only rarely preferred actual penetration. Cindy too, it seemed. As soon as my smallest finger began to graze her rose, my daughter pushed my head down tighter into her actively squeezing thighs.

In this the younger girl was very different than the mother. She tasted a bit different. Certainly her flavor was different than Greta's was now. More like the Greta I first fell in love with. But most of all, Cindy seemed more active and passionate than Greta ever had been when I was eating her.

Her fingers combed my hair about, caressing my scalp and tickling my ears. Her pelvis rocked in a way that Greta's never did when she was being eaten, almost what I would call a rhythmic thrust. Quite novel to me and highly stimulating. It kept me alert, like trying to lick a moving target. Then, to complete the novelty, there were her words.

As I serviced her with my tongue, Cindy kept her own tongue busy with a flow of sensuous murmuring. At first, it was only moans and sighs. As her excitement grew, I began to distinguish even more clearly what she was saying, much to my delight.




The Neutral Corner



"Oh, Daddy! That feels so good," she whispered softly. "Fuck me with your tongue. Fuck me with your fingers. Fuck me with your big cock, Daddy! Oh god! Just fuck me, please!"

I was already humping the air in symphony with her pelvis' oscillations. More than anything else I wanted to climb on board and hammer my baby hard into the couch. A boy her age would have done that. That was where my maturity stood her in good stead. I knew they were only the pussy cravings of a young girl being eaten well. So, instead of raping her quickly and having my fill of this delicious morsel, I took my time, focusing my concentration firmly on pleasing her pelvic region with my tongue, even as her vocalizations urged me to do otherwise.

"Please, Daddy! I need a nice hard cock. Give me another finger at least. Fuck me harder, please! Oh, god! I'm getting close. I'm almost there, Dad. A little more. A little harder, please! Oh, please! Fuck me please!"

Boring down, practically drilling her erect clit with my tongue, my one very active finger beat a constant cadence. I did fuck her harder, fucked her with my one stiff finger. I ignored her plea for another. She was already squeezing tightly on the one. Instead, I slammed it into her faster. Over and over, pumping that one stiff, thick finger harder, deeper and faster while never forsaking my oral attention to her throbbing clit until Cindy locked up and latched herself around me. She seemed to convulse heavily from the middle, her hands in my hair gripped tight and pushed me into her middle, her thighs squeezed me mightily, and her heels drummed the middle of my back as she tried to wiggle her clit harder on my tongue with her movements.

I never let up on her, though. Sure, my finger was stuck tight deep inside her-- not even her copious juices were making her slick enough to slide out of once her pussy tightened down-- but my tongue continued to dance the dance of the little death on her clit. Cindy's harsh grip in my hair told me I was doing something right, and told me just when to ease up, too.

Which eventually she let me do. Possibly, I'd forgotten about the amazing stamina of young women, or perhaps this was another of the things I had really missed by the difference in our ages. By the time I'd learned to make Greta cum this hard, she was over thirty. Cindy's thighs and arms were much younger and stronger and a good deal more flexible.

Eventually, she did relax and lay back on the sofa. She had that wonderful look of a well-satisfied woman. I didn't have to ask her if I'd done well; that was more than evident from the satisfied smirk on her face and the wetness on my hands and face. I licked the excess cream off my finger and hands, much as a cat would do, That wasn't what I was trying to portray. Perhaps a lion was more like I was feeling, if like any feline. A lion still hungry. A horny lion still in rut.

Cindy, quickly overcoming her exhaustion, pulled me up with her onto the couch. She bathed my face with her tongue, much as a lion's mate might do, licking her own wetness and flavor off of my muzzle.

"That was amazing, daddy," she mumbled as she nuzzled my face and neck. "Better than I'd ever dreamed."

I thought about her dreams, even as I still thought about those lions. Taking her in tall grass, humping her quickly from behind. Do lions ever keep their daughters in their own prides, I wondered, taking them to sire, keeping at least the pretty ones around? I'd have to find out soon. 

"Please Daddy, let's make this night complete," Cindy whispered seductively in my ear. "Take me, Daddy. Right here, right now, on this couch."

I was so far gone I didn't even consider turning her down. I wanted Cindy! I wanted her worse than I'd wanted anything in a very long time. Her need filled an aching hole in my soul. Her desire seemed perfectly in tune with my own.

Together we pushed and pulled my trousers down to my knees. Aggressively, Cindy ripped open my button-down shirt, sending buttons flying off in all directions. She reached her arms inside, not bothering to remove the shirt, and pulled me down into the cradle of her young flesh.

We moved our hips in unison, lining up our interlocking parts to one another. As a result of this squirming dance of equals, the head of my cock rubbed all around her moist hole before finding the slicker, more relaxed entrance to accept its entrance.

"Slower, Dad," she whispered while nibbling an ear. At first, I was put off by the mild rebuke. As though was going too fast! Then, I realized, in the excitement of this newfound, young flesh of my daughter, that I had been. So with a deliberate calm, I drew back a little, looking deeply into Cindy's eyes as I gently but firmly began to press into her.

I realized, as the head of my cock began to sink into her moist earth, that I'd never had a virgin before. Cindy responded to my initial penetration just as I had dreamed a virgin would, her eyes rolled back and she was barely able to catch her breath. I hung, poised in balance, only two inches deep inside her snug fit, until Cindy could look me in the eye again. Then, with a smile, I slid in another inch or so. I backed out and began a gentle thrust. Then another thrust, and another.

With each slow thrust Cindy tossed back her head and gasped. Her hips thrust up too, burying me deeper. She quivered beneath me beautifully, just as I'd always imagined a virgin would.

Not that it all went just perfect. She was almost too tight and it was hard to sink deeper. Even when I thrust, there was so much resistance. Several times I went too deep too fast and saw her wince. The first time, I pulled back and tried to wait. Cindy, eager for the last of it, had other plans and urged me to keep moving. I was past denying her anything. Whatever she wanted I would have given her.

We strained together in the wonderful struggle of our first coitus. Our hips danced with each other like seasoned partners. The cadence of her pelvis reminded me now of the youthful Greta. When had my wife's hips become dormant as we made love? Cindy's more active body made me remember what I didn't know I'd missed. Just as her arms about me and her lips were reminding me of other things.

As she kissed me, I remembered a certain girl from the time when I was just a young boy. On a hayride, late at night at some summer camp, she had pulled me down with her into the hay where no one was likely to see. For several long minutes I laid on top of her, dry humping as we kissed. Now, I didn't even remember the girl's name.

But I would always remember this! Even if I'd live for a thousand years, I'd never forget the first time Cindy kissed me and the first time we actively fucked each other. We weren't making love. I'd always loved Cindy, and always would. Tonight on the couch, however, was pure lust. Pure, raw sex as I began to thrust into her harder.

Her need was as great as mine. I realized I was sliding completely in and out of her now. Somehow, unannounced and unheralded, I'd gotten to her core. With every thrust, my cock felt the back of her sheath, as though her sex and mine were destined to mate. As though my cock had created her solely for his own use.

Pulling her arms up over her head I leaned heavily against her, baring my baby down deeper into the couch. Nipping the soft undersides of her arms, I laved her all the way down to her breast with my tongue, licking and smelling and tasting all of her. "I'm going to cum," I heard myself announce to her tit in a strange, nearly inarticulate groan. "Gonna…cum! Inside!"

"Yes, oh god, yes! Fill me up," she moaned into my hair and then into my neck as we writhed together in frenzy.

It was all the encouragement my fevered brain needed. As I plunged in deeply, my balls unleashed their torrent. Great gouts of semen spurt, coating her insides, surging into my baby's womb. She, panting, still excited, thrusting back against me, her active sinuous, hips still dancing for my hard pole.

Nature had created the perfect accepting receptacle for my seed. Cindy took everything my cock and my testicles had to give. She received it all inside, taking all I could deliver with a glorious contented smile.

As my thrusting slowed, as the lazy ache of orgasm settled in, I had only thoughts for her pleasure. Even after I was done, I tried to thrust against her weakly, tried to keep the rhythm of my hips my climax had interrupted. Unspoken, Cindy sensed my concern and wrapped her legs tightly about my hips until I could no longer thrust against her.

"Easy, Daddy," she murmured and whispered as I panted. "Easy, honey," she cooed to her new man. "You did just fine, baby."

"You didn't cum," I said, breathing heavily as I tried to keep going. She wouldn't let me, though. Her soft hands stroked my face and shoulders instead.

"It's okay, Daddy. Just relax and let your stuff soak into me. It feels so good. We have lots more time, baby. You'll make me cum next time you do me."

Much as my seed was soaking into her, what she said was just now soaking into me. 'Next time.' I hadn't given any thought of 'next time.' No more thought than I had to this one. But Cindy had! No doubt she had next time and the next time after that already planned out. It was just the way she was.

So I relaxed, feeling oddly safe in my daughter's incestuous embrace. My seed was in her womb and I didn't even know if she was fertile just now. Somehow, it didn't seem to matter.

There would be a price to pay, of course; but not just now. Greta's face flashed across my conscience; but, for now, I put that away. On the oversized couch in our den, there was only my daughter's accepting arms and my cock, softening in the grip of her embracing vagina. Nothing else in the whole universe seemed to matter.

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