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Deep Thoughts

By: csmsmith



This story is fictional. If explicit sex offends you, please do not proceed any further. This story was written to arouse and excite, if this is what you seek... enjoy.

*

Sandy thought deeply, recalling the many lonely nights she had spent since she had separated from her abusive husband-the pig! Nights were the worst; she couldn't remember when she last enjoyed herself in the evening. 

She was traveling to her brother's home across the country in California. Ben had begged her to visit ever since her break-up. Now she had finally hit bottom emotionally, and just gave in to Ben's insistence. "Ok." She had told him, "I'll come."

Ben greeted her at the airport. He was animated and excited to see her. She remained subdued and distant. On the ride to Ben's house he pointed out the features of the surrounding environs as a tour guide might. She would look, but invariably her eyes, glazed and red from the many sleepless nights, would return to stare blankly at the road ahead.

As Ben pulled into the drive of his beach front condo, he noticed a visible change in Sandy's demeanor. She sat up and seemed to be impressed by the surroundings. "Welcome to my world sis." He beamed as he pulled to a stop. 

Sandy mustered a small, "Wow," As she looked the place over.

Leading her into the condo, Ben says, "Sis, you can freshen up and catch a nap before dinner. Your bedroom is on the right. I'll see you in a couple of hours."

Sandy slept fitfully. Ben woke her for dinner at seven, the meal was good but the conversation was one sided. Ben was content to prattle about anything and everything. She really wasn't listening to him, just nodding and shrugging from time to time. 

***

As the first week of her visit wore on, she became bored with the sun and sand of the beach during the day and Ben's prattle at night. Ben was a nice guy, but not particularly receptive to her needs. Sandy asked him one night, "Can we go out for dinner?"

Ben was eager to please and responded, "I know just the place."

As they entered a very nice restaurant, the maitre d' happily ushered them to a booth near a beautiful indoor garden. As the waiter was serving their drinks, a very attractive couple spied Ben and made a small scene saying how happy it was to see him again. They asked the maitre d' to seat them nearby, but with a wave Ben insisted they sit together. Al and Carla were their names, and they were a lively pair. They talked into the night and Ben noticed that Sandy had begun to smile and even laughed at Al's clever conversation. 

Carla teased Sandy for encouraging Al's antics. Sandy smiled and blushed as she did so. Al commented that Sandy was cute when she blushed, and that Carla never blushed anymore. Ben wondered what that sideways comment meant and Carla saw the confusion on his face. 

"What he means is that Al acts out like this from time to time when he is attracted to another woman." Carla explained to the stunned pair.

"Doesn't that upset you?" Sandy asked, confused.

"Oh, no, I get back by teasing other guys." Carla giggled.

Ben and Sandy, eyebrows raised, exchanged puzzled glances.

Al further explained, "We have an open marriage, sort of. You see Carla and I have agreed to let other couples into our marriage."

"You mean you cheat on one-another?" Sandy asked, amazed.

"No, no, we only share partners from time to time. We never have individual affairs, or such." Carla corrected her. 

Ben looked as though he had been electrocuted. Sandy stared as the couple explained how they began what they called their 'swapping'.

Soon both Ben and Sandy had succumbed to the charismatic couple's charms and were no longer shocked, but inquisitive about the adventures that the couple had experienced. Sandy asked them what had gotten them started, and how they picked their first couple. Al answered first, explaining that they had fantasized about having others in their love life before they ever tried it. Carla told of how they had met a very nice couple at a bar, 'picked them up', and everything just took off from there.

Ben then said, "You obviously feel comfortable sharing this with us. But we aren't a couple, aren't you making a mistake?"

Carla looked at Al, who had a grin from ear to ear, and began to giggle, saying, "Do you mean that you are interested, Ben?"

Ben turned red, looked at his sister in embarrassed humility, and answered Carla, saying, "Well... I... Uh... Find you very attractive, uh... But..."

Al chimed in, "Cat got your tongue Ben?"

Sandy had had enough, laughing out loud she pointed to her brother and said, "You sure put your foot in it now, Ben, I can't wait to see you talk your way out of this mess."

Carla took this opportunity to encourage Sandy, "You go girl, tell him not to mess this up for you."

Sandy was smiling, but the realization of what Carla had said sunk in and pleased her deeply. She was pleased. She had found something, someone, to please her. Just then it became apparent to her that she wanted to do this, to have fun with these people, with Al. "Ben you have help me out here bro, they need a couple and we are it tonight." She heard herself saying to her brother.

Ben was floored. His sister was asking him to participate in a swap with this couple, his friends. "Are you serious, Sandy?" he asked.

Carla looked at Al, who looked expectantly to Sandy who smiled and thought for a brief moment before saying to Ben, "I want this more than anything, Ben. Please!"

Ben smiled at Carla, raised a finger to signal the waiter, and said "Check."

***

Back at Ben's place, Sandy and Carla excused themselves to freshen up, while Ben and Al opened a bottle of wine to christen the night's activities. They are all soon together in the living room chit-chatting that nervous little talk people talk when they are sexually aroused. Carla moves first and maneuvers close to Ben and Sandy takes her cue to move beside Al. Soon the two couples are lost to themselves, and their passions.

Sandy put her right hand on the back of Al's neck, as he gripped her breast. Sandy let out a moan, and said, "I can't believe this is happening. I am getting so excited." She put her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, a woman who was in new territory and just letting things happen. She was really getting hot. And Al was really primed. He was breathing heavy and groaning. She was clearly very willing, almost liquid in her motions. Some time during the evening Sandy and Al had moved to her room, leaving Ben and Carla to themselves. 

***

Lying on the living room floor, Carla was looking in Ben's eyes as their lips met for their first kiss. He was so soft but firm with her. She was completely lost in Ben's eyes and his kiss. She let her hands roam over his back and arms. He was pulling her closer, his hands pressed at the small of her back. He slipped a thigh between her legs as he pushed his hands under her sweater. Carla trembled with both fear and excitement. His hands were so warm and she could feel their strength. She broke the kiss and without a word led him to the bedroom. She had wondered what he looked like and now she was going to find out. 

She closed the door and turned back to Ben who was standing at the foot of the bed. She took the three steps to him and placed her hands on his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open. She rubbed her palms all over his chest, and leaned in to flick her tongue across his nipples. She kept licking and sucking first one and then the other nipple as her hands moved to his jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them and pushed them down over his buttocks. Carla moved her hands to the front of Ben's underwear and felt him hot and hard. She traced her fingernails over the bulge of his cock. She lowered herself to her knees and pushed Ben's jeans down further and then pushed the underwear down, freeing his beautifully hard dick. Carla brought her hands up the inside of Ben's thighs and cupped his balls in one hand and took hold of him with the other. She began to stroke Ben's hardness slowly while looking up at the pleasure on his face. She loved to pleasure men when they just let themselves be touched. 

She brought her lips to the tip of his penis and kissed, then licked, letting her tongue move all over the head of his rigid organ. Slowly, savoring each inch, she drew Ben into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. Then she pulled off, almost all the way and slowly swallowed his cock again and again. Carla was terribly horny by this time. She needed this cock, Ben's cock, to fill her pussy. She stood and pushed him back onto the bed. Carla pulled her sweater over her head to reveal her full breasts and hard nipples. She straddled Ben and guided him into her. She moved down him slowly, wanting only to feel as much as possible. It felt so good inside her. Carla started moving on his cock letting it fill her full and then moving up until he almost fell out. 

As her desire grew, so did her motions, faster and harder she fucked a very willing Ben. He placed his hands on her hips helping to hold her as he met her thrusts. They fucked furiously until she felt him growing even harder in her pussy. Then she felt him tense and as he fucked her. She was so excited that he was close; she felt her own climax coming. After a few more hard strokes they both came together, his hot seed spilling deep within her quivering womb. She collapsed on his chest breathing hard, his heart pounding in her ears, the alcohol having taken its toll she began to doze off. She knew that this was only the beginning of the relationship and that they would have a lot of time to explore their fantasies as they got to know one-another's bodies. She fell asleep as Ben caressed her gently.

Ben could hear his sister and Al in the next room making love, and none too quietly at that. He lay there, listening to them and became interested in watching them.

***

Al pulled the covers on the bed back, and sat down on the bed. Sandy pulled her blouse over her head. She put her arms around Al. She smiled, and tilted her head up to be kissed and they fused together for a long searching, probing embrace. She reached around behind herself to prop herself up on the pillows. She turned to face Al. He reached up and ran his hands up the back of her legs, from her knees up to her ass. 

She shivered and vibrated, and Al stood up, running his hands from her ass up her sides and ending on her breasts. He reached down to her hips, and grabbed her underwear, and in one fast motion, pulled them off. Sliding his hands down over her stomach, and finally running his hands down onto her pubic bone. She moaned and her hands began to search front and back for his male member.

Al put his hands on her breasts, and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her hands were desperately searching for his maleness. She was completely naked now, and she was lost in a haze. She was completely his to play with. She was not thinking at all. Al sat back down on the bed, with her lying between his legs, her breasts jutting out. 

While she watched, Al leaned slowly forward and kissed under her nipples. With one hand under each breast, he suckled the nipples gently. Sandy began to moan and gasp. She put her head back against the pillow and moaned louder, as Al sucked each nipple and pulled the other. He began going back and forth, faster and faster, and working her breasts with his hands. She was transported to another place, and she began to tremble.

Al guided her over on the bed, and she hitched herself across the mattress, so that she was sitting with her legs under her. She looked at Al and then she looked out the door as if she was looking to see if Ben or Carla could be seen, and she said, "Please take off your clothes." 

Al was out of his shirt in seconds, and he stripped his shorts and shoes off, in one motion. His cock popped out, and he said, "Oh God, Sandy, you are just so beautiful, so wonderful, I want you so bad."

He scrambled across the mattress and his long cock bobbed as he moved. His cock was long, maybe 8 inches, and it stuck straight out. The head was very dark, a deep purple. Sandy looked at it with hunger. As he got close to her, she reached out and gripped his cock tight. She put the other hand around his neck, and he kissed her mouth hungrily. They stayed in that kiss forever, their tongues searching each other, her hand slowly rotating and stretching the skin of his cock in long slow pulls.

As she started to caress his balls and he rubbed the inside of her thighs, they began to lose track of time, and their heat continued to increase. It was clear that she was boiling hot. Her legs were apart and his hand was slowly easing up to her silky pussy hair. As his hand finally reached her pussy, she sucked in her breath and cried out, "Oh, Yes, Al, Oh please." 

He was still in no hurry, though. He ran his hand back and forth, with his fleshy fingertips pressed up against her wideness. She had her knees far apart and she had his cock grasped in her hand. She was pulling his cock skin all the way over the end of his cock and then pushing back against his pubic bone, with a thump. Each time she pumped, Al let out a grunt. Her pubic bone was grinding against his hand. Her smell filled the room. It caused Al to flare his nostrils and to swell up.

She dropped back on the bed, rolled over on her side, and he scooted over so that he was facing her, his cock against her stomach. She hung on to his cock, and he reached around her waist and put his open hand on the swell of her ass, pulling her against him. His cock was poking into her stomach and she was now moving her hips with smooth, intense rolls, holding him to her stomach in her fist. Her right leg began to come up over his side, so that her pussy was wide open for his hand. She was the universal female asking to be fucked. She was saying, oh please mount me. I am wide open. 

Al slowed his own humping of her stomach, and captured her face with both hands, while she held him. Almost sitting up, he slowly lowered his face down onto hers, and kissed her tenderly. He gave her a long slow, tonguing of her lips and her mouth. He began to suck on her lips and run his tongue in and out of her. Her noises got louder. She began to rock and shake. Her pussy was still only lightly caressed by Al. Her thigh muscles were jerking and jumping. 

While Al was kissing her, she went wild and began thrusting wildly with her pussy. She made animal noises, high pitched female noises, sounding desperate, and then she screamed, coming before he could even get two fingers in. She came all at once, while Al had his tongue down her throat, and was sliding his two fingers into her. Her back snapped into an arch, pulling her face away from Al, and her pussy squeezed down on his hand like she was grabbing his finger. 

The passionate noise from his sister's bedroom aroused Ben so much that he just had to watch. While Carla slept, Ben carefully crept to the door and peered in to see his sister in the midst of ecstasy.

Sandy bucked and cried out, "Yeeeesssss, Oooooooh God, that's sooooooo gooooooodddd. Ahhhhhhieeeeeeeeee. I'm coming." 

Al held on to her pussy and forced both fingers all the way in while she was coming. She responded with another back snap and another cry. She was out of control, just one giant come. He thrust at her pussy, causing more little screams and jerks. Al's other hand was massaging the spot above her pelvic bone. Wow. What an experience!

As she was coming, Al slid down lower on the bed, so that his cock could get between her legs. Much to Ben's surprise, Al's cock started pushing against her leg. His fingers were inside her convulsing pussy and Al's long cock slipped down to press against her bottom. 

It was the most elemental sensation Ben could imagine. It seemed dangerous to him. She needed him very badly he thought. Ben watched as his friend's cock head pressed into her. He could see the underside of his cock, and Ben couldn't stop himself from uttering a small "wow!" 

She was completely soaked, and he was leaking precome fluid. Al let out a huge moan. His cock was so incredibly hard. Al pushed hard and his pubic bone crushed against her moist pussy. 

Everything in the general area of Sandy's pussy was soaking wet. She was sweating enough that she was glistening. As Al rested his cock head partway inside her, he ran his fingertips around her ass hole. Sandy quivered, and jerked back toward the pillow. Without any hesitation, he slid a finger inside her ass. She made an approving noise. She said, "Oh, yes, I can't believe this. Please do me good."

With her on her left side, and with her right leg over his side, it was easy for Ben to see he had yet to fully enter her. As he started to push, she was still relaxed from her orgasm, and she opened her ass up with no resistance. His finger went in easily, and she wiggled in pleasure. Al thrust further into her pussy, and impaled her from behind with his finger. Sandy was mindless. She had arrived in heaven. 

Al couldn't get all the way in with one thrust, so he stopped and gave her a chance to adjust and to push with him. They gradually pushed together, and he gave little jerks as tremors passed through her crotch. She squirmed and rotated and pushed, gasping for air. When they finally were joined all the way, he shoved his finger in as well. 

Ben could see the base of Al's cock, bumping against the opening of her vagina. At last, Al was deep inside Sandy. She was impaled like never before. She was babbling, with a kind of guttural laughing. Kind of like a huffing, stuttering sound. 

They were at the peak of their adventure. Ben's friend was fucking his sister and she loved it. 

She was wide open and totally at his mercy. She just hung on to Al. Rather than thrust wildly, he continued to push steadily up inside her as far as he could reach, until she let out a deep groan. "Ooooh my gooooodddddddd, please do me now. Please do me sweet." 

Al began a slow withdrawal, then began to slowly slide back in. 

It just seemed natural, and they each began slow undulations, alternating with slow pushes back and forth inside her. She was completely beyond thought. Just impaling her and getting fucked like never before in her life. She was beyond any previous self-restraints. She was blissful. All their smells were mingled together, into one tangy, sweet aroma. All three just floated in a mutual sexual haze.

Al was very happy, and his thrusts began to take on their own life. Sandy felt it building, and so did Al. She began to moan and Al plunged faster and faster. Her head was back, her eyes closed, her teeth showing. Her breasts were bobbing, her back arched, as Al plunged harder and harder. She was crying out, "Oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh." Her noises were getting higher pitched. Ben knew that meant that she was just about to come.

They came for what seemed like several minutes, and they lay together, shaking, and jerking. For a while, they lay motionless, just getting their composure. Al withdrew, and let Sandy fall back on the mattress. As she collapsed against the bed, Al plopped out of her, with a trail of semen reaching from his softening cock head to her furry entry. Ben watched as he rolled over and kissed her on the mouth, and she kissed him back passionately, with hunger. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, and she was totally absorbed in her feelings. Al flopped back and then rolled over to give her a second kiss, which she returned with the same hunger that she had just kissed him.

Ben moved back to the living room, sat and began to reflect on the events that had transpired. Soon Carla appeared and said, "Sorry I crapped out Ben," in an apologetic tone. Al followed out of Sandy's room and said how much he had enjoyed the evening. The couple left quietly and the house was suddenly lonely.


Deep Thoughts



***

Ben had vivid visual memories of his sister having sex with Al. But he didn't really recall Al, it was his sister that he remembered so clearly. He was becoming aroused, thinking of her-Sandy. "Sandy," he spoke softly, eyes closed as he fondled his erection. "Sandy," again he murmurs softly, gently kneading his testicles, still tender from the earlier activity with Carla. "Sandy," he says louder as the excitement builds in his loins.

"Yes, Ben, what is it?" 

Ben is startled, and lurches to his feet. Sandy, his sister, is standing in the doorway observing his exposition.

"Oh god Sandy, I'm so sorry, I mean..." Ben stuttered, and coughed.

Sandy pointed and laughed at Ben saying, "There you go again, Ben, whenever I need something you get all choked up."

"I'm sorry, sis, but I was just..." 

"Thinking of me?" Sandy finished his sentence for him, "Is that for me too?" She indicates his erection. "If it is, I suggest that we become more comfortable, at least for the time being. What do you say?"

"Oh Sandy." Is all Ben can say, as he moves to his sister and begins to kiss her nervously.

They move to the couch together, searching one-another's bodies with the familiarity of those who know well, but have never touched each other, till now. 

Ben was on his back, and he was tonguing her mouth. Sandy was on top, with her legs spread and her knees up, and his hand was between her legs. She was making little moans. 

As Ben caressed her, she reached out her hand, and grabbed his cock. Ben was very urgent, and he spoke to her, "Please, Sandy, I need you now." 

Ben pressed up to meet her, and she clung to his back. Ben pushed forward, and she held on until he was entering her, then she withdrew her hand from his cock. Suddenly he was inside her, where he pushed all the way in to her bottom in one long but hard thrust. 

She gasped. He stopped and she pulled her knees up higher, effectively sucking him further inside. She let out a long singing moan, and she started rocking her ass, which made his pubic bone grind against her clit.

He stayed all the way in, slowly pumping and pushing hard, in circles. She came quietly, with a very sweet little whimper. 

Ben groaned, and pumped more semen into her, with spurts that still didn't pull back. They both quivered and shook. Ben collapsed and fell asleep almost instantly, Sandy still on top. She closed her eyes, with him still inside her. They slept that way until dawn. When the full dawn came, Sandy crawled back up on top of Ben, and inched her pussy down onto his morning erection. 

She smiled at him and said "Good morning, brother. I love you." 

She pressed herself onto him until he was past the crusty dried cum, up inside her. Her pussy was wet inside; Al's cum, as well as Ben's was still inside her from their last lovemaking. 

She smiled dreamily down at him, whispering, "I have been wanting to tell you that I was kind of hoping that we could be more than brother and sister, if it's ok with you."

"I was actually thinking of you while I made love to Al last night. Did you want to know that? I hope it's ok to tell you, because I hate having any secrets between us." She blurted this out softly, in his ear. 

It sounded like she had wanted to say these words for some time. She sighed as she pushed her pussy down further onto his cock.

As she was talking, she was grinding her pubic bone against his and she was gripping his cock with her legs together. On top of him, she clasped her fingers in his, holding them down on the mattress. It felt so good, he didn't last long. He came with a single long low moan, she followed soon after.

Ben thought of the possibilities, he was a truly lucky man to have a sister like Sandy.

Sandy thought deeply of her love for her brother and of course their new friends. 



Deep Thoughts Ch. 02



Sandy had been staying with her brother, Ben, for the past month at his beach front condo. They had found out that they truly enjoyed one another's company that fateful night when Al and Carla had seduced them. They had shared partners that night, then each other. Since then, they lived as more than brother and sister, something less than a couple. They had enjoyed Al and Carla two more times - each other almost daily. 

***

Ben was called to a conference in Atlanta and asked Sandy if she would like to go along, they could take in the night life when he was through with meetings. 

Sandy replied, "I would love to, besides, I'm not staying here and doing without."

Atlanta was totally different than the California beach and Sandy became bored with her days while waiting for Ben to get through with his meetings. On the third day of the trip she gave in to her restlessness and went shopping. At a music boutique she came across an attractive girl, somewhat younger than herself that seemed to share her taste in music. They chatted for some time before the girl, Candy, asked her if she wanted to get an espresso.

"Sure." Sandy said eagerly, "let's go."

The two girls talked the afternoon away, and as Sandy was explaining she had to meet her brother for dinner, Candy had an idea.

"Hey, have you ever heard of Angie Aparo, the musician?" She asked.

"I don't think so." Sandy said trying to recall the name.

"Hey, he's going to be at Keane's nightclub tonight with his band the Infidels, do you want to go?" Candy asked enthusiastically. "I mean, you and your brother could come with me and my boy friend, Derek." She explained further.

Knowing that they hadn't really enjoyed the visit to Atlanta so far, Sandy thought that this could be fun for both her and Ben. "Ok, let me call Ben and let him know what we are up to." Sandy says with a big grin.

***

Ben and Sandy waited in the lobby of the hotel for Candy and Derek to pick them up. As they arrived, Ben took one look at the young couple, whistled softly, looked at Sandy, smiled, and said, "Oh my god."

Sandy said, "I hope he's as good as he looks." Then she giggled and made the introductions.

They all piled into Derek's BMW, and left for the show. Angie Aparo is a phenomenal talent, his voice can sail on the melody of a love song or wrench your soul in a bluesy rasp. He never fails to entertain. As the night wore on the two couples enjoyed the companionship and became very comfortable with each other. 

As the show ended and they departed together Candy was obviously drunk and flirting shamelessly with Ben. Sandy, for her part did everything she could to avert Derek's, attention from Candy's antics. Derek had not drunk enough to be intoxicated and so was quite aware of her sluttish behavior. They arrived at the car and Sandy saw only one chance to save the evening.

She whispered into Derek's ear, "Can I sit up front with you so I can suck your cock?"

Derek looked shocked, then smiled saying, "Let's make them watch."

"Ok." Was all Sandy could say, as she ran to the front door of the car and slid in the passenger seat.

Ben took this as a cue to take Candy with him in the back seat. He opened the door for her and fairly manhandled her into the back. She didn't even notice Sandy and Derek in the front, her eyes were for Ben.

As they pulled out of the parking garage, Sandy was pulling out Derek's penis. Ben wasted no time either. He had one of Candy's breasts in his hand; the other hand was between her legs, searching for an entrance to her wet pussy. Candy was smothering Ben with kisses, and huffing like she was running a marathon.

Sandy was simultaneously stroking Derek's penis and sucking the bulbous purple head that sat perched upon the end like a lollipop. She had never seen a penis with such a large head on a rather average sized shaft. She gently twisted the shaft with her hand as she began to deep throat his meaty head. In short order Sandy felt the car pull to a stop and then an eruption from his prick followed immediately thereafter. She continued to suck until the last quiver subsided and his penis became flaccid.

Ben was on his back, Candy on top in a 69 position. Ben was busy eating her snatch, as she was unsuccessfully trying to swallow his huge erection. Candy began to come first, as Sandy and Derek watched from the front seat. Candy was violently rocking her pussy against Ben's face as she continued to swallow Ben's tool. Ben too began to come and as he forced his hips up into Candy's face too deep and forcefully and caused her to gag. She pulled off and continued to wretch, covering Ben and the back seat with come laced vomit. 

She recovered quickly, apologized and began laughing at her reaction to Ben's size, saying, "You should get a license for that thing!"

Everyone laughed, except Derek.

Derek insisted that they stay at his apartment for the night, he was in no shape to drive, and they were welcome. Once in the apartment Ben and Candy went to take a much needed bath, while Sandy cornered Derek and sought her much needed sexual release.

***

"Now you've got to behave yourself," she waved an admonishing finger at him. "So I can do my work." Candy admonished Ben.

"Yeah, yeah, do it, do your work," he agreed, sliding on his back down into the water. He lifted his legs and his muscular thighs broke through the water line, dripping wet and the tendrils of hair flattened out against his tanned skin.

"Now what did you do that for?" Candy giggled, rubbing the soap industriously against the cloth and working up a thick soapy lather.

"That's one of the parts I want you to wash real good," he grinned back at her.

Candy smiled to herself. Really, this brother of Sandy's was just too much. Oh, she enjoyed the exchange between them, but he was really hung, much better than Derek. But Sandy and Ben were really attractive and besides that, it was all in the family. She almost felt guilty about enjoying Ben all by herself, but because of Sandy being his sister, it was really the only sensible tactic. And Sandy was going to enjoy Derek anyway, she thought, lowering the soapy cloth teasingly until it hovered just over Ben's tensed form.

His heart pounded as the rough soapy washcloth slid onto the back of his neck, massaging lightly through the few soaked tendrils of hair on his back, and causing his whole torso to tingle. He shivered as the cloth lowered and massaged warmly over the small of his back, grazing his ass cheeks and flicking down over the tingling crevice. Candy smiled salaciously at the goose-bumps on his arms and turned her fully curving upper torso until she faced his beautiful naked body more directly.

"Do you like it?" she lifted the cloth from his back and smiled. 

"God, yes!"

"Well, I'd better get to the front."

Ben's eyes narrowed in delight at his good fortune as she swirled the cloth over his chest, gently massaging over the outlines of his muscles and then, motioning for him to lift his arms, tingling smoothly down the sides of his torso. It pressed down onto his abdomen, sliding provocatively close to his near-bursting cock, and then out abruptly onto his warmly throbbing thighs. She lifted his legs out of the water, washing down each one thoroughly from the top of his thighs to the tips of his toes.

"Done," she announced.

"Not quite," he replied.

"You mean there's more?"

"Lot's more."

"I don't see anything more."

"You will," he grinned a look of smug self-satisfaction, sliding on his back down into the water. The thickly bulging head of his warmly pulsing cock broke through the water line as he lifted his belly slightly upwards and the entire length of his fleshy instrument arose slowly out of the water like some monstrous sea animal. 

"Now, what is that?" Candy giggled, absentmindedly rubbing soap against the cloth and working up a thick soapy lather.

"The part you missed," he gritted back at her through whitely shining teeth, enjoying the widening surprise in her eyes as she took in the stiffly jutting size of his erect cock pushing up even further above water level.

"I don't know how I ever managed to swallow that," Candy said.

She swallowed deeply, a little nervous and more than impressed. Derek was nicely built, but that cock of Ben's looked a good eight inches long as it bobbed its reddening head above the sudsy water. She was already imagining what it would feel like, prodding forcefully against the tightly resisting entry to her vagina.

"It's called a cock," his slightly peevish voice cut through her thoughts. 

"Why, you don't say."

"Are you going to wash it?"

"I guess I will ... and then I may not."

Then, with a definitely increased firmness, she began forcing the cloth down to the lower edges of his abdomen. His mouth fell open as he saw her slender forearm disappear into the water and felt the tingling pressure move deep between his swiftly parting thighs, then curl slowly over the spot below his semen-bloated balls down the crevice of his buttocks, flicking over his tightly throbbing anus. 

"Forget ... the washcloth. Use your hands," he commanded and then groaned as his jerking cock slid up the length of her forearm through the water.

"Something touched me."

"It's my prick, you beautiful little girl."

"I guess I'll wash it now," she announced and dropped the cloth, working a thick lather into her bare hands.

"Oooooooh," he moaned as her bare hand wrapped itself around the heavily pulsating hardness and she began sliding her hand up and down the steadily hardening shaft, slowly at first, then more rapidly in perfectly timed strokes, causing his body to ache more than ever. He could feel the pressure building in his balls as she rubbed the skin slowly back and forth, giving it an extra tight little squeeze as she pulled over the throbbing end of it on the upstroke. Then her other hand sunk into the water and he groaned and thrust his loins forward as she stroked his hardness between both of them at the same time, the warm smoothness of her open palms closing firmly over the throbbing sensitive head of his cock.

"Why, it's such a big cock," she lifted her gaze to the surrounding violet tiles, still keeping her hands embraced warmly around it, and said in a studious voice, "And it's getting even bigger. I can feel it growing right in my hands!"

"Do you want me to get out of the tub?" Ben croaked in a broken voice at the same time letting one of his wet hands move from the side of the tub up to the pertly swelling nipples of her breasts that hung like ripe fruit from her chest. He tweaked the nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger and she mewed. He reached to the bare softly undulating curves of her thighs, and let his fingers dip into the smooth creamy softness of her pussy.

"I think I've found something else," Candy said in a husky voice, letting one searching palm dip down around his balls and cradling their immense softness. One small finger pressed onward deep between his legs, pressing slowly down between his buttocks and wedging softly into the tight tiny puckered ring of his anus. 

"Get on top baby," he muttered.

"Don't you want me to rub my hand up and down on it in the tub?" she said in a mischievous voice.

"I-I want to fuck you, baby, not your hand," he gulped and dug his hand deeper into her pussy until his fingers were buried in her warmth.

Candy stepped into the tub, carefully positioned herself over Ben's massive tool and pressed down, until she had the head of his prick inside her quivering chasm. Slowly she worked the length of him inside her. She was full, completely full and immediately began to come violently, thrusting again and again against Ben's upward thrusts. Ben came with her as they splashed water carelessly onto the floor in their wanton lustful engagement.

***

Sandy pulled Derek into the bedroom and stripped him bare and teased him as she too unclothed herself in a most sensual manner.

She gripped his long, burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semen-seeping opening.

"Ooooooh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.

He reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing head. The thin rod of flesh with the massive head was sinking deep into her mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Derek groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet mouth.

"Yeeeees!" he grunted as her lips tightened around his hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the warm moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head. Sandy's tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it. He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes, one of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head, and the other fondling her sensuously swaying breasts. 

He made a hard thrust forward and almost his entire prick disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisible fingers. Her breasts jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture.

"Lick it right under the ridge," he said hoarsely while he watched her. "Oooooooh, that feels so goddamn good."

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she breathed hotly around his cock.

"Oh, God yes! Milk your fingers over the skin. Do that too!"

He sighed deeply and his head sunk back in the pillow as she massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around his saliva soaked hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glands at the end. He flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back up off the bed to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up against her face.

Sandy could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and began to suck his cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She could hear his breath quicken and her passion began to build and build in reaction. She imagined she was sucking on her own brother's cock, Ben's cock.

"Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me and cum up inside me," she suddenly mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue around the moist blood-inflated head.

"Yes, I've got to fuck you. Fuck the shit out of you," he muttered.

She felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock head. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the bed. Derek rolled himself full length on top of her and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly. 

"Oh, you've got such a big hard cock," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her cunt, searching for the tight elastic little opening.

"And you've ... God, you've got such a sweet pussy," he worked at her hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly and expertly parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.

"Oh, it's going to feel so goooood! Hurry! Fuck me now! Noooooow!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the spongy, sweat soaked material of the bed.

She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs further apart still, stretching her cunt until it lay before him in a flat exposed plain. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and then Sandy felt the lips around her softly quivering cunt slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.

"Ooooooh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.

Derek shoved again slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it no more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting young belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded like a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the bed and grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. 

He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick sex filled air. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick cock up into the warmly quivering confines of this stranger's cunt and she was loving every minute of it ... God, she was a wild woman when it came to fucking ... he had never had anything like this before and it took the utmost of his self-control to hold off from coming instantly into the softly squeezing walls of her cunt.

"Oh, Ooooooh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating passage. "Oh, fill me Derek, fiiiiilll meeee," the sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.

He dropped his body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders, until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. 

Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands between the bed and the full white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at his aching cock, convulsing tightly around his rapidly plunging hardness. Goddamn it, I'm going insane, he thought. I'm going to lose my fucking mind! Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her.




Deep Thoughts Ch. 02



"Aaaaaagh, I'm coming!" she screamed up into his mouth and her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm.

"I'm coming. I'm coming too," he mumbled over and over to himself, speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen into this girl's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice ... and then, before he could complete the thought, he could feel it, the muscles of her cunt clasping voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding hugeness that threatened to split her womb asunder. 

He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even larger. He could sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing vaginal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava. In a cascade of passion the lovers exploded into a mutual sexual haze, convulsing to exhaustion, slowing, and then, sleep.

***

In the morning's light all appeared so very different, the smell of stale sex and sweat was pervasive, and each felt their heads throb from the excesses of the previous night. Sandy and Ben thanked their hosts, excused themselves, and went to their hotel. After a shower and breakfast both felt much better and shared the intimate details of the night before. 

"I love you so much Ben." Sandy tells Ben.

"I love you too, sis. But I can't wait to get home, and have you to myself."

"Why wait?" She asks.



Deep Thoughts Ch. 03



Ben and Sandy had returned home to California on the Saturday following their Atlanta adventure. The trip was long and slow, draining on the nerves and uncomfortable. Being home was just what they both needed and they took advantage of the weekend to relax and just enjoy one another alone, quietly, lovingly, finally. 

Monday came and with it all the stress of a busy life in the fast lane. Carla had called and wanted to get together, the four of them, on the up coming Friday.

"Of course, we would love to." Candy quipped. It was good to be home.

***

Love and sex, jealousy and envy, these emotions often intertwine and confound our relationships, not that we control them, but while we enjoy love and sex the specter of jealousy and envy are with us constantly. Such was the situation with Derek in Atlanta. When Candy had begun flirting with Ben; he had gone along because Sandy was so very attractive and compelling. Then there was the sex, he had never before experienced such fantastic sex. Candy was a beautiful girl, and he loved her. The memory of her flirting with Ben and then her apparent pleasure at having made love to him haunted Derek tormented him terribly. 

The morning after their swap Candy continued to reminisce about the evening with Sandy and Ben, chatting incessantly about how, "absolutely fabulous they were." 

Derek was becoming supremely jealous of the effect Ben had on Candy, envious of Sandy's sexual proclivity.

Then Candy made an un-thoughtful comment while recalling her being with Ben, "God, I didn't think he was going to fit in me."

The effect of this statement struck a dagger into Derek's heart, his rage was boiling now, and he steeled himself and decided to do something about it. Like a cunning animal Derek thought deeply about the consequences of any overt hostile action. He realized whatever he was to do it had to be clandestine. Then an idea struck, he smiled a twisted little smile and felt for the first time that he was in control of the situation.

Candy said, "I wish we were closer to them so we could get together more often." Little did she know Derek was outlining a plan to do just that.

"Why don't you give them a call and see what their plans are, maybe we can take a trip out there." Derek says with diabolical intent.

"Do you mean it? Could we? Oh, Derek, you're the best." She erupts into a flurry of joyful little hops and skips as she went to make the call.

***

Sandy was talking to Candy on the phone as Ben came home, "Sure, sure you can stay with us. We can't wait to see you, bye." 

"Who was that sis?"

"That was Candy. She and Derek are coming to visit this weekend."

"Great. I kind of liked that little girl."

"I know you did. But you better remember who loves you buster." Sandy says with a grin and a wink.

"Humm, Who would that be?" Ben says feigning ignorance.

Sandy grabs him, wrestles him to the floor, lavishing him with love bites and kisses. "You better be nice to me, or it could be a long week for you bud!" She says between bites. Now tickling him, as he undresses her, caressing his sister's breasts as her blouse falls away. They make love as only two in love can.

***

Friday afternoon Sandy met Candy and Derek at the airport and drove them back to Ben's condo, along the way she played the part of tour guide, explaining the sights to her guests.

"What do you have planned for us this evening, Sandy?" Candy asked her, excited about finally being with her friends once again.

"You won't believe this, but we had plans for tonight with other friends…"

"Oh, no! Did we barge in?" Candy says embarrassed.

"No, of course not, but Ben and I were going to explain when we got home. Now I guess I must do it myself." Sandy explains.

"What needs to be explained?" Candy asks quizzically.

"Well, we have these friends, a couple, that we,,, sometimes,,, well,, we share evenings with each other. We are very close, if you know what I mean?" Sandy manages to get this out with out mentioning anything specific.

"Oh." Candy says, shooting a sideways glance at Derek, who was just as uncomfortable as Candy was at that moment.

Sandy continued, "We just thought that we could all just get acquainted first, you know before we get too serious."

"I see," Candy says demurely, visibly disappointed.

The rest of the trip was quiet and subdued.

When Ben came home Candy and Derek were refreshed and just coming in from the beach with Sandy. Their mood was distinctly reserved and Ben could sense something was amiss. Ben got Sandy alone and she explained that she had spilled the beans about Al and Carla. Ben was much more circumspect about it, "Why don't we let Al and Carla decide if they want to take a rain check or include our guests in the activities?"

"You're brilliant, Ben. Why didn't I think of that?" Sandy admits, laughing.

***

Al and Carla arrived and were greeted by Sandy, ushered into the living room and introduced to Derek and Candy. Ben was excited about all the possibilities that presented themselves. Al and Carla were initially concerned about the last minute change of plans, but warmed to the occasion as Ben explained their new friend's proclivities. "We'll play it by ear," they had agreed, "no promises, no demands."

Everyone became comfortable with one another and the couples were enjoying the atmosphere when Candy made a comment to Sandy that she had desperately wanted to get back in bed with Ben. Every one had heard the comment and a hush fell upon the room. A tense quiet hovered ominously around the group, finally, Candy looked around the room and asked, "What did I say?"

Carla laughed first, and then everyone erupted into a boisterous cacophony of laughter and giggling. Releasing the tension which had built up over the expectation of what everyone hoped might happen if all went well. 

Candy had been watching Ben all night. Derek had watched both Candy and Sandy, his emotions swirled in his mind like a cauldron of festering rage. Al was smitten with Candy, and a change of partners was due and she represented a very positive development indeed. Carla was wondering if she was going to be with Ben or maybe Derek, he didn't seem very interested in her, she thought. Sandy was conflicted, she was happy with any of the men, but she felt herself wanting Ben more, and now she was thinking of ways to be with him while the others were occupied with each other.

Al made the first move; winking at Carla, he moved to Candy's side and began charming her as he carefully touched her in a sensuous manner. Candy responded and was eating up the attention he lavished on her.

Carla realized that as Ben's sister, Sandy, had to go with Derek that left Ben for her. She slunk over to his lap and began acting sluttish, hoping it would further break down the group's reluctance.

Derek smiled as Sandy plopped down next to him and nuzzled his neck as he watched the others in the room making out. 

The lights were dim and the couples were in their own worlds, consumed by the sexual electricity in the air. No one moved from the living room, it seemed as though all had agreed to be communal tonight, while they had not agreed in actuality, they did seem to feel it was the thing to do without really thinking. As the petting turned to foreplay, Carla peeled Ben's penis from his pants, which were now open and pulled to his thighs, and pumped it as she kneaded his ball sack. Carla seemed to be in the lead tonight, and relished her opportunity to show off her prize prick to the other girls. "Yumm," she said heavily, "I love this big meat."

Sandy managed a sideways glance as she was prying Derek's pants down, thinking as she did so that it should be her with Ben, later maybe, later. Candy too had been compelled to look, she desperately wanted Ben again, she meant to have him, and maybe she could manage to be with him later she thought. 

***

Derek had almost forgotten his enmity while Sandy administered to him sexually, then, watching the girls all look to Ben's impressive tool with lust filled eyes, he remembered the hurt and rage, and his fire was rekindled. Then suddenly, Derek, very agitated, stripped Sandy of her remaining clothing, manhandling her back onto the couch and he then moved down beside her, and began caressing her breasts, and then stroking her abdomen and her thighs, finally stroking between her legs, Sandy was at first scared at this rough treatment, and then resisting, her body began responding to his caresses. 

He continued roughly stroking her, now her inner thighs to her cunt, her body jerking when she felt his touch there, whimpering now as his fingers took possession of her cunt, invading the moist lips. She turned her head away when he tried to kiss her, refusing to surrender her lips. However, he continued his expert stroking of her breasts and the now moist red lips of her cunt, Sandy, gasping as he found her clitoris, caressing her until she was groaning. He was steadily overcoming her resistance and her obvious intention of not responding to him. 

The others were unaware of Derek's strange behavior, and Sandy remained quiet, except to resist his rough treatment. He continued his caresses, his stroking of her body, gradually pushing her legs and thighs open more, her cunt pulling open, Sandy was trembling, whimpering now, her body flushed as against her will she was responding to him. Soon it was clear that she was helpless, her legs spreading fully to his pressure against her thighs. She finally surrendered, her arms falling to her sides. The picture that she was presenting was incredibly erotic, her firm breasts, her legs and thighs spread, her wet cunt opening, compliant now, moaning as he stroked her. 

Derek felt her surrender, relishing her helplessness now, as he prepared to mount her. He lifted her legs and thighs, so that the others had a clear view as he rose up, mounting her and directing his cock against the wet swollen lips of her cunt. They could see as he moved his cock up and down the lips of her cunt, moistening the large purple head of his cock. Then he positioned his cock at her entrance and began to push with a steady pressure as Sandy's whimpers changing to groaning as she felt herself beginning to stretch to accommodate his entrance into her defenseless cunt. 

He continued the relentless pressure, stretching her more till finally, with a hoarse cry from Sandy, the head of his cock entered her. Slowly he began to push further into her, and the others could now see her cunt stretched tightly around his cock, Derek moving in and out with short strokes, wetting his cock as he continued to penetrate her deeper with each stroke, Sandy, wide eyed and moaning with this invasion. Then finally, with one last thrust, he impaled her on his cock. Then Sandy cried out and her body began jerking, and her lovely legs clamped over his thighs as her trembling body erupted in a powerful orgasm, which took her completely by surprise, she had never been treated so rough, and worried that she had come during the violent treatment.

Candy watched her boyfriend as he responded to Sandy in this manner. She was instantly moved to show Al that she too was capable of passionate love making.

Gradually Sandy relaxed, and at that point Derek began a slow deep thrusting into her, his cock shiny with her juices, pulling back each time till the head of his cock was at the entrance of her cunt. He took a long time with her, but finally he began to increase the speed of his thrusts, Sandy jerking with each thrust as now her body began to respond. She was flushed, trembling and groaning, as Derek moved her closer and closer to another climax. Finally, with a shrill cry, her orgasm was upon her-crying out again and again as her legs clamped over his thighs, her body jerking, her arms gripping his back. At that moment, Derek's own climax began, groaning, he erupted into her, gripping her ass as he fully impaled her, spurting into Sandy's belly, draining his cock into her.

Carla gripped Ben's arm, her eyes wide with excitement. Well, she said, "How did you like seeing your sister get thoroughly fucked? She really seemed to enjoy it." 

Finally it was over, and Sandy could not believe the way she had responded to his brutal fucking. She was tearful, now lying spread-eagled, her cunt gaping open, their mutual juices visible to all.

***

Carla, Ben, Al and Candy were not to be out done, however, they were much more deliberate about the way they went about it. They were all naked, lying next to each other on the floor, Ben was on his back, Carla on top when suddenly there were two more people in close proximity. Of course he knew that it was Al but it didn't register immediately. The room was pitch black. Carla was kissing him. Ben's penis was snuggly lodged inside her warm hole. He felt her pushing her hips down until he was all the way inside. He could feel her vagina squeezing him in her velvet tunnel; her sweet hole began to pulse and vibrate around his swollen shaft. Then her body tensed. He felt Al straddling her hips, his feet on either side of Ben's legs. 

"What's going..." he started to say. However, Candy appeared from the darkness and her lips cut off his words. Then, before he could comprehend what was going on there was more movement and Carla, her lips close to his ear, grunted and sucked in her breath. 

He felt her vagina suddenly grow tighter around his shaft. Then he felt friction through the thin membrane... something was sliding past his penis. In shock and disbelief, he realized that Al was entering Carla's ass!

His heart began to pound inside his chest and sweat beads formed on his brow as he lay frozen... as if movement would somehow show his acceptance of what was going on. This was more than he had bargained for. He had never even considered such a thing. Yet, his penis lost none of its hardness and, in fact, pulsed even harder. 

Suddenly Carla's normally tight hole grew even tighter and it felt like a rubber band had just been wrapped around the length of his penis. His mouth grew dry as he tried to control his rapid breathing. He couldn't think of anything but the tightness surrounding his shaft. The sphincter muscles of Carla's vagina squeezed Al, and he could feel it at the base of his penis and he could feel her insides quivering around his shaft.

A second later Al's penis in Carla's ass began to move. Candy was kissing and caressing Carla as the men penetrated her. An unintentional moan escaped Ben's lips when he felt the penis sliding out and then back in. 

The floor squeaked as Carla's body was forced down onto him, pressing them both heavily to the floor. There were whimpers and gasps of pleasure coming from her lips. "Yes! Yes!" she moaned in an excited whisper. "Oh God! Oh God!"

The weight from above continued to push Carla downward. As the penis in her ass moved deeper, Ben's penis moved deeper, following the other shaft, until both were totally encased in her body, side by side... one on top of the other. 

All four of them stopped moving. The darkness of the room surrounded them, encasing them in an anonymity that made this perverse sex act seem okay somehow.

Carla began to moan incoherently now, almost as if she were in pain. Yet, she didn't move except for her heaving chest.

Seconds ticked by. All four of them seemed to be waiting for someone to make the first move, someone to scream out, anything that would indicated that it was okay to continue... or to stop.

Ben was the first to move. Gradually, his lower body began to lift upward with a will of its own. He pushed his hips up, almost in reflex, forcing the last fraction of an inch of his penis into Carla.

That was the signal that they were all looking for. 

Carla gasped and Al moaned. Then she lifted upward, allowing Ben's penis to slip out until just the head was inside. This allowed Al's penis to move the last inch into her anal canal. With a grunt of pleasure she pushed back down hard to take Ben deep into her vagina again. Al's slipped out until only the constricted sphincter muscles held the head.

Not to be denied, Al pushed back in, encasing him in her warmth again. Ben pulled out. Candy moved in front of Carla, straddled Ben, and positioned her pussy in front of her face. Carla took the hint and began licking Candy's swollen pussy lips between gasps of air.

Soon a rhythm began. As Ben's penis would go in, the penis in Carla's ass would slip out. In and out, lick... in and out, lick. After a few missed beats they began to move together. Suddenly they were like dancers moving in perfect tempo. As Al pushed inside, Carla would gasp and Ben would moan. Then Ben's penis would slip out and Al's in again, Carla would lick Candy's pussy. 

Carla's gasps turned to whimpers of pleasure with each plunge of the two penises. The large shafts stretched both holes like she had never experienced.

Excitement consumed Ben. He bucked his hips upward and quickly pulled back until just the head was inside. A second later he could feel her rear hole being filled by Al. He waited an instant and pushed inside again as Al pulled his penis out. 

Carla was buffeted like a rag doll between the two men, pushed down by the weight above and then forced upward by the hips below. She could no longer control any movement... like a prisoner of passion. Her body began to tremble as waves of pleasure consumed her. It didn't take long for the incredible and surreal feeling to send her over the top, hurtling her willingly into an amazing climax.

Ben knew the signs. Her grunts and moans spurred him on. His hips began to lift frantically off the floor. 

Suddenly the rhythm was lost and both of the men moved into her at the same time, stretching her normally tight holes almost to the bursting point. 

The powerful contractions inside Carla's vagina were too much for Ben. He pushed hard one last time. His penis throbbed and the head expanded as his thick juice shot out of the pulsing shaft, ricocheting off the slick walls deep inside her pulsing hole. 

Al cried out in pleasure and he too pushed as deeply as he could go. The throbbing of the penis in the other hole was too much for him. With a scream of pleasure, he emptied the contents of his balls into Carla's ass. Candy fell away, reveling in the sheer perverse joy of the situation.

***

Ben was barely aware that Carla had stopped whimpering. He vaguely felt movement as he drifted off. He was asleep before the last gasp of air was gulped. Carla was completely exhausted, and curled up on the floor fast asleep. Candy had yet to be satisfied and looked to the couch from where Sandy and Derek were watching the show. Slowly she crawled to Derek's lap and revived his manhood to stiffness. 

Sandy watched as Derek made love to Candy, completely unlike the way he had treated her, she wondered what had possessed him to act that way.

Al had remained awake, somewhat. He was tired, but willing to neck with Sandy. They cuddled, necked and watched the two lovers make sweet love on the couch as the night sounds enveloped them.

Derek thought deeply as he made love to his girlfriend, his vengeance would have to wait for another day, tonight was for satisfying Candy.



Deep Thoughts Ch. 04



The three couples had slept late into the morning following their three-way debut performance. Taking turns between the coffee pot and the shower, the six friends averted their eyes from each other as they made the most of the limited space of the condo. To each, their thoughts of the last evening's indulgence were of embarrassed exuberance. All had enjoyed it, none spoke of it.

Al and Carla left soon after their showers. Candy and Sandy went to the beach, leaving Ben and Derek alone at the condo. Ben could sense that Derek was uncomfortable and did his best to relax his guest. Derek for his part was finally admiring Ben as a man. He was very attractive and any woman would be glad to be seen with him. He had the bearing and stature to be attractive to straight or gay men. He seemed to have it all. Derek began to soften his resolve about revenge somewhat; maybe he was wrong, he thought. 

Ben invited Derek to shower first and as he finished he dressed in the bed room adjacent to the bath room. Ben disrobed and walked casually through the bed room to the bath room, all the while Derek was admiring his manliness. Ben was showering with the door open and Derek continued to watch as Ben soaped up and ran the wash cloth over his torso, admiring the rivulets of soap cascading over Ben's chest. Derek felt the stirrings beginning in his loins, squeezing his thighs together involuntarily, and then purposefully reaching a hand to his stiffening prick, massaging it gently. Suddenly the shower stopped, and Derek leapt to his feet, moved to the living room and finished dressing. He could hear Ben rustling around in the bed room and secretly wished he was still in the shower.

***

Candy burst through the doorway animated, squealing about how absolutely beautiful the beach was. Sandy came along behind her smiling in appreciation of her friend's excitement. As they lounged around the condo they debated plans for the evening, none mentioning what each wanted desperately to ask-what was the plan for the next sexual encounter and how do they top the sex they had last night?

They called Carla and Al to ask if they were game for another evening's adventure. Carla reluctantly declined the offer, she was much too sore from the double penetration to be receptive. So they were reduced to two couples, no matter, they would see Al and Carla again, sometime. 

The evening was tense with the expectation of what each knew was to come. Dinner and bar hopping was a tedious precondition to the real purpose of the four friends. During the evening Candy had asked innocently why Sandy lived with her brother.

"Well," Sandy started to say, shooting a nervous glance toward Ben, then she continued, "I was married and Ben rescued me after the breakup. He bailed me out of a tight spot."

This seemed to satisfy Candy and she responded, "He sure is a great guy, huh?"

Ben blushed. Derek smiled and gave him an elbow to the ribs in jest. 

Sandy thought to herself, yeah a real great guy, and then said out loud, "Why don't we go home?"

Every one was eager to go, and quickly made their way to the car. The ride to the condo was one of anxious tension. They spoke little, each lost to their own thoughts. 

***

Sandy found herself dreaming again of her brother. He was so intoxicating-he overwhelmed her. She realized that they had to keep up appearances for their friends and she began to resent them for their intrusion. As they readied for the evening, Sandy had the opportunity to tell Ben that she desperately needed him tonight. Ben said he would make every attempt to accommodate her, he too felt the compelling need to be with his sister.

Candy was not to be denied however. She went to work on Ben as soon as he emerged from changing out of his dinner clothes. Derek moved less impetuously and realized the angst with which he performed last night was gone. Still, he was excited to be in such close proximity to so much sexual energy. 

Ben was surprised but delighted by Candy's reaction. He moaned, almost with relief and pulled her to him, his tongue entering her willing mouth. The kiss quickly turned passionate.

Ben wrapped his arms around Candy as their tongues dueled. With a moan his hand found her soft breast under her robe. A second later he was searching for the opening and slipped his hand inside.

Candy moaned as her excitement grew rapidly. She pushed Ben back until he was on the floor and she was lying on top of him. She stared down into his eyes as she reached down for his penis. 

"Let's get on the bed," Ben protested weakly as Candy pulled his hard penis from the opening.

"Shh," she whispered as she moved her head down. A second later she took his penis into her mouth.

"Oh!" Ben moaned as he looked down and watched her begin to suck him. He could see her eyes looking up at him as her tongue worked on the pulsing head. Suddenly, he imagined his sister's lips wrapped around his penis. Another moan escaped him and he closed his eyes, chastising himself for imagining her while Candy pleasured him. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the image from his mind. 

Strangely, the same vision flashed into Sandy's mind as she was with Derek. 

Candy moaned and sucked harder, her hand pumping the shaft, she pulled away, bringing a moan from Ben. She stood up and looked down at her lover on the floor. With a smile filled with lust, she opened her robe and let it drop to the floor, standing naked above him. She moved until her feet were on either side of his legs. Then she slowly squatted and reached for his penis. 

Ben's face was wild with passion now. He watched as Candy held his penis to her wet sex lips. Another moan escaped him as she took just the head into her hole. When he tried to push upward, she moved away and giggled. It was her turn to tease him.

"Please!" he pleaded.

She did it again and again, letting only the head enter her. It wasn't long before they were both mad with passion. Finally, she centered the head on her hole and pushed downward.

"Ahh!" they both moaned as his penis slipped all the way into her body. 

A second later, Candy started to bounce up and down, groaning with pleasure.

Finally, Ben lost the image of his sister. Now all he saw was this gorgeous girl with her eyes closed in the throes of passion. He reached up and grasped her breasts.

Candy opened her eyes and smiled at Ben as she moved up and down with a regular tempo. Her heart was pounding with excitement at the love she saw in his eyes. Suddenly, without warning, she began to climax. 

Below her, Ben could feel her trembling in pleasure as her vagina began to squeeze him. His excitement boiled over. "Oh God baby," he moaned as he joined her.

When Candy felt him filling her with his sperm, her own climax intensified. She began to move up and down more rapidly. She grunted as waves of pleasure washed over her as she took all he had to offer. Her climax lingered for a long time. 

Finally, Candy collapsed onto Ben's body, gasping for breath. When she could breathe again, she looked down at his face and smiled. "Do you still want to get on the bed?" With that, she pulled away, letting his rapidly shrinking penis slip from her, followed by a gush of sperm. She smiled one last time at him before she picked up her robe and moved to the bed room with his sperm streaming down her thighs.

Ben lay exhausted on the floor for several minutes trying to muster his second wind. A smile was on his face as he pulled himself to his feet and shook his head.

Sandy was busy with Derek in a sixty-nine as Ben passed into the bed room. Candy was waiting as he entered and joined her on the bed.

Late into the morning they made love, Candy and Ben, Sandy and Derek. Reserving some energy for each other, Sandy and Ben hopefully waited their partners out. 

***

Finally, Sandy and Ben met in the living room and began cuddling on the living room floor. 

"I need you," Sandy whispered. She moved back until she was lying on the pillows. Then she bent her knees and opened them. She held her hand out to Ben.

Sandy opened her arms and legs to him. She moaned as his chest pressed to her and their lips met. She could feel his pulsing penis dripping juice onto her stomach. Pulling her lips from his she gasped, "Fuck me Ben. Fuck your sister." She reached down for his penis.

Ben moved up on his hands and watched as Sandy grasped his penis. He let her lead him to her. She directed the swollen head to her equally swollen sex lips. Slowly she moved it up and down between the lips before centering it on the hole. 

Sandy let just the head slip inside and whispered, "Wait." Then she looked up into Ben's eyes. She didn't have to say anything. Both of their eyes were swimming with lust and love. 

Ben held himself over Sandy, the head of his penis throbbing just inside her clinching lips. He waited... waited for permission to enter her... waited for permission to fuck his sister. The seconds ticked by. 

Slowly Sandy lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, still keeping his penis at bay. Finally, she took a deep breath, her eyes still staring into his, and whispered, "Fuck me." With a bellow Ben dropped his weight downward, forcing his penis all the way into her body.

"Ahhhhhh," they both screamed as the long shaft slid to the bottom.

Sandy's head was spinning and she was having difficulty catching her breath. She had waited so long for this moment. She had anticipated it for days and now it was happening; she was finally having sex with her brother. The part of her body she had given freely to other men was now open for her brother and he was inside her as deeply as he could go. It was so much sweeter because it was a man she now knew that she loved. 

Ben was gasping for breath as well. The soft warmth of her vagina was almost more than he could take. It had been days since he had been with his sister. He could feel her soft breasts on his chest and her legs pulling his hips downward. "Oh God," he gasped and pulled his hips back until his penis was barely inside her. This time he was the one teasing... the one holding back. He looked down at her and smiled, then dropped his hips. Again they both screamed in pleasure. However, Ben didn't stop at the bottom. He quickly pulled back and did it again. Soon his hips were moving at a steady pace, matching the movements under him. He worked in and out, slowly increasing his pace until he was pounding into her with abandon. Sandy's copious juices began to coat his penis and drip down the cheeks of her ass. The room filled with the sound of two bodies slapping together. 

Derek had heard the sounds of love from the living room. He assumed that it was Candy and Ben, but as he listened the distinct sounds that Sandy made were readily apparent. He moved to the door and watched in amazement as Ben pounded his huge meat into his sister's vagina. "So that's how it is." Derek whispered to himself.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuckkkkkk meeeee!!!" Sandy screamed. She was rapidly nearing another climax when she heard Ben gasping at her hear.

"I'm... getting... close," he gasped in warning.

"Come, come for me!" Sandy encouraged.

"Do you want me to come now?" He asked.

"Yes, yes, fill me with your come!" Sandy returned, her hips pushing up at him even more rapidly. 

"Oh Jesus!" Ben moaned as his balls tightened. Suddenly he pushed in as deeply as he could go and his body convulsed. His sperm shot from the swollen head, splattering on the welcoming interior walls of Sandy's vagina.

Sandy felt his penis throb and knew that he was filling her with his seed. Her legs tightened around his waist and she lifted her hips. She began to climax. The two lovers froze as their bodies merged into one. 

Within a few seconds Ben collapsed onto Sandy, his breathing still ragged. He found her lips and kissed her tenderly. "That was amazing!" he whispered.

"For me too," Sandy sighed. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and she could feel his sperm leaking from around their still joined sex organs. Ben rolled over and both dozed for several moments before Ben felt tender lips envelope his penis. He felt movement over him and he adjusted to the touch. 

Sandy found that he had lost little of his enthusiasm as his fingers felt their way between her legs into her sopping pussy. When she pushed her hips up she felt him respond. Her face turned from a smile to lustful again. Suddenly, to her surprise and delight, he began to press still more fingers into her. 

Ben was just as amazed as Sandy was. In the past she had always needed a little recovery time. Then, as one, they both opened their eyes to see Derek gently stroking fingers into Sandy and sucking on Ben's erect penis. Startled, the siblings tensed and recoiled slightly, then began laughing as the comedy of the act became abundantly clear. 

"Damn, Derek, you scared the shit out of me." Ben said still laughing. 

Sandy reached over and placed a hand on the back of Derek's head as he continued to suck Ben's penis, then as if drawn to it, Sandy bent toward the erect cock and joined Derek as he suckled there. The two were as one, side by side sliding up and down in unison, like a precision machine. Derek took the hand he had been fondling Sandy with and placed it under Ben's ass, between his cheeks and pressed the slimy fingers up into his anus. Ben tensed at this abrupt intrusion, and then relaxed as Derek gently pressed inward, past the sphincter, until his middle finger was buried inside his rectum. 

Derek began to stroke Ben's prostate with a firm pressure. In moments Ben was experiencing the most intense orgasm of his life. Sandy fell back as Derek took Ben in his mouth, running his tongue under the head, along the ridge of his penis, continuing as Ben pressed his heels into the floor, arching his back, and thrusting his pelvis upward into Derek's mouth, erupting as he did so. Derek swallowed Ben's come, as little there was left after the orgasms earlier had taken their toll. Derek felt a warm loving feeling wash over him, no shame, no rage, just a curious attraction to this man.

Sandy pulled Derek between her legs and coaxed his shaft into the soft folds between her thighs. Derek's hips began to move slowly, forcing his shaft in and out of her willing hole. Sandy grabbed his ass and dug her fingernails into his buttocks. Suddenly he knew that she didn't want any preliminaries. She wanted to be "fucked". With a moan Derek began to pound into her. 

Ben watched Derek and Sandy. He had to admit that Derek was working her over pretty well. The noise from their slapping sex organs seemed loud so early in the morning.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sandy screamed.

Derek did his best, pounding into her until it felt like his balls were going to explode. It took quite some time for him to reach his peak. "Sandy, Sandy," he gasped, "I'm close."

"Yes! Yes! Come in me!" Sandy screamed as another climax took her.

Derek groaned and his balls unleashed his pent up come. It filled her hole until it squeezed out the sides, splattering across her thighs.

Finally Derek collapsed onto Sandy's still trembling body. Then he slid off and slowly got to his feet. For a moment, the movements on weak legs made him sway. He knelt down and kissed Sandy tenderly before going to the couch and almost falling into it. "Your turn," he said to Ben with a tired smile. His tone was less of a challenge and more of "see if you can satisfy her-I've tried."

Ben stared at Sandy lying spread out on the floor. There were beads of sweat all over her body. She smiled and opened her arms to him. A second later he was off the floor and kneeling between her legs.

"Please," she whispered as she opened her legs and squirmed on her back.

An animal like moan escaped from Ben's lips as he dropped between her legs and slipped inside her saturated hole in one quick movement. Her warmth and wetness surrounded him. "Oh God Sandy," Ben gasped as his hips began to work into her. Fortunately, because he had climaxed so many times in the past couple of days, he had a little stamina. He felt like he could pump into her wet hole forever.

However, Sandy had other ideas. She pushed his hips away until his penis slipped out of her.

"What?" he asked looking down at her in surprise.

She looked up at him with her eyes filled with lust. There was almost a crazed look on her face. She whispered, "Fuck my ass!"

"Oh my God," Ben gasped and closed his eyes, trying desperately not to climax right there and spoil it. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want your cock in my ass." With that Sandy flipped over and got onto her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder and swayed her buttocks at him.

Ben stared at her unbelievingly. Not only couldn't he believe what he was hearing, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Please," Sandy pleaded.

With trembling hands Ben opened the cheeks of Sandy's sexy ass. Her tiny rose almost winked at him. He felt his penis throb as he moved forward. A groan escaped his lips as he slipped his penis into her sloppy hole again to get it wet. When he pulled out it was dripping with juice. He placed the head at her tiny rear hole and hesitated-worried that it was never going to fit.

"Fuck me!" Sandy hissed as she reached back and spread her cheeks as wide as possible.

With a deep breath he pushed his hips forward. The lubrication on the head of his penis helped the swollen crown to slip inside.

Sandy gasped but didn't pull away. Instead she continued to hold her cheeks apart and pushed back at him. She grunted. Her face was turned to one side and pressed against the floor. Her eyes were closed tight in concentration.

Ben pushed forward hard again. "Oh!" he gasped as the head slipped deeper and the walls of her anal canal caressed his shaft. Ben had never felt anything so exciting. His penis felt like it was encased in silk. The muscles of her virgin ass caressed him, sucking him deeper, almost squeezing the come prematurely from his balls. When his balls finally touched her vagina he had to pause or risk coming. He was all the way inside her ass.

Now Sandy was gasping for breath. Her hips swayed back and forth, side to side, and her knees were spread open obscenely... she felt incredibly exposed and sluttish. 

Ben pulled his penis half way out and plunged in again.

"Ah!" they both moaned.

Soon his hips began to work in and out, forcing grunts from Sandy's lips. She pushed back with each plunge, taking him as deeply as possible. She could feel the swollen head rubbing against her anal walls as it moved in and out. 

Suddenly Ben pulled all the way out. "Open your ass for me Sandy," he ordered. "I want to see that little asshole stretched wide."

Sandy sucked in her breath and she reached back again and pulled her cheeks apart. Amazingly her asshole opened to the size of a silver dollar. She held it like that.

Ben's mouth opened in amazement. He had never seen anything like it. Sandy's normally tiny hole was opened wide enough for him to see deep into her canal. He could see the walls pulsing.

"Fuck it! Fuck your sister's asshole," Sandy screamed.

With an animal like moan Ben plunged back in. The large head of his penis easily breached the opening and slid deep into her. The walls closed tight around his shaft. "God Sandy, I can't take it," Ben moaned.

"Come in me! Come in my ass!" Suddenly Sandy's body tensed. The muscles in her ass squeezed the shaft tightly. "Ben!" she screamed as her body began to convulse.

Ben pushed in as deeply as he could go and froze. He threw his head back and screamed. His come rocketed down the shaft and blasted into her hole. It felt like his head was going to explode. The world around him began to spin out of control as he poured everything he had into his sister's willing asshole. 




Deep Thoughts Ch. 04



Ben and Sandy collapsed from exhaustion. Derek hovered just above unconsciousness, thinking deeply of the bond that was forged here tonight, between brother and sister, friends and lovers. He was content and fell gently into a deep sleep. 



Deep Thoughts Ch. 05



Growing up, Cindee was Sandy's best friend. She always seemed to have a smile for Ben when she came to the house and Ben kind of just grew up knowing her. It never crossed Ben's mind that she could be lonely, or that she might like Him.

She certainly took Ben by surprise when they went for a walk that summer's evening along the river. Sandy had stood her up for some guy and Ben was hanging out in the garden when she came around, obviously at a loose end. She suggested they walk a way and enjoy the evening.

When the rain started they sheltered under a huge oak tree that bent over and leaned towards the river. At some point while they laughed about the rain their eyes met and the laughter stopped. Ben instantly sensed that they were going to kiss and in that moment Cindee changed into the beautiful girl she was but Ben had never noticed. To this day he remembered the surprise and delightful excitement as they kissed, hugged and giggled under that old tree.

When the rain abated they continued their walk, now holding hands and talking a little less. He didn't ask where they were going when she led Ben away from the path and into a small wood. An hour later his hands knew more about a woman's body than they had, his body knew more about a woman's hands than it did, and Ben was no longer a virgin. When he kissed her goodnight at her door that night he was about to ask her when they could go out again but she guessed and put her finger to his lips. 

"It was a moment." She smiled softly. "A wonderful, beautiful, moment, let's leave it at that and not screw it up by getting involved."

They shared some secret smiles over the next few years, before Cindee left to work in Seattle, but the moment was never repeated. It was also never forgotten.

Sandy was electric with excitement when Ben came home from work. Sandy hadn't seen Cindee for years but she eventually tracked her old friend down through some family that still lived back home. When Ben was told by his excited sibling that her old friend was coming to visit he couldn't help but smile to himself and remember "the moment". Sandy didn't know of his brief affair with her friend, and now that Sandy and Ben were lovers the situation was really going to be interesting. 

"When is she coming?" He asked. 

Suddenly someone's hands were placed over his eyes from behind. "Don't turn around yet." She whispered in Ben's ear. "Make a wish. Hey, you never know, I might've brought some luck with me."

Ben made a wish. It wasn't hard to come up with one. Then he turned to see her. "Hi." The familiar smile beamed at Ben and they fell into a hug.

The years had been kind to Cindee. As she moved gently in front of Ben, taking his hand and smiling, he saw a woman in the prime of her life and comfortable with herself. Her hair was a little shorter now and swept back from her face in waves of natural sheen. Turning, her hair moved like a calm sea echoing a moonlit night. Her face was round and cheerful with a beautifully shaped sensual mouth that somehow managed to look even more enticing when she narrowed her eyes and grinned. She had the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Cindee's eyes whispered. Her eyebrows tilted slightly and gave her face an overall mixture of natural sex appeal and elfin mischief. Her whole body had its own divine arithmetic that was an absolute in femininity.

She was wearing a short-sleeved cotton dress that featured bunches of fabric around the shoulders and hem line. It was predominantly white with seemingly random brush strokes of pastel shades merging into the cloth like a water-color painting left out in the rain. Ben thought back to a moment when he was lucky to have her as his first lover, and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to repeat the experience now.

They small-talked about Sandy and her ex-husband, Cindee's job, Ben's job, their current lack of partners in general everything really, except "the moment". 

They talked into the night until Sandy said she was tiered and going to bed. She made the bed into a bed for Cindee, and then went into her room-the room that was hers before she and Ben had become lovers, she was uncomfortable, but knew it was the right thing to do while her friend was here. 

Ben, too, went into his room. Never had he been so lonesome in a house full of women. He longed for Cindee. Funny, he thought, no other woman had had this effect on him; he loved Sandy, loved her as more than a sister-as a lover, a soul mate, but he had a special love for Cindee. Ben paced his room wondering if he should dare go to Cindee. Then she was there, across the room from Ben, smiling. He walked towards her and they met in the center of the floor, coming together comfortably in each other's arms. 

"Nice to see you again." He whispered. Her head nodded as she laid her cheek against the top of his chest.

Cindee sighed against Ben and he could feel the contentment she was radiating. "It's so good to feel close to you again. It's been too long."

"I knew you'd come." Ben said.

"I didn't." 

He wanted to touch her, but couldn't, not yet. "I'm glad you're here though."

"Me too." Her eyes touched Ben. "I'm hoping you'd like to go for a walk."

He nodded, now certain of where they were headed, he willed himself to relax and enjoy the moment. As far as relaxing went though, he failed; his will wasn't strong enough for the tension that was webbing the space between them.

"You remember the last time we walked together?" Cindee asked wistfully as they meandered down to the beach.

"Not something I'm likely to forget." He hadn't forgotten in the seven years that separated Ben from his virginity. "I was lucky. Not everyone's first time was such a great experience. It was a very special moment."

Cindee stared straight ahead as she answered. "You weren't the only lucky one that day. I was having a tough time with things at home. I needed a comforting hand. You were wonderful. I wished that had been my first time. But you're right, it was very special. I've never forgotten what it meant to me." She sniffed a little laugh. "And you were good."

She told Ben about her life in Seattle, how she enjoyed it but missed something about the small town that they grew up in, something that nagged at her more as the years went by. As they approached the beach he was kind of expecting the years to peel away and leave them back as they were that first time but nothing like that happened. It was just the two of them, in the present, both knowing and enjoying every minute of the tension. This time there was no rain when they got to the beach but as she got to the water and turned to face Ben he fell into her arms, feeling a familiar body wrap around him as their lips met in passion for the first time in too long.

She tasted sweet, and just downright sensual. Her tongue was already looking for Ben's as his lips opened and his fingers spread amongst her luxurious hair. It was a kiss like a sigh as some of the tension between them abated. She smiled as their lips parted, her eyes shining and her hands holding on tight. 

He couldn't help but point out, "You said it was a moment and that we should leave it alone."

"It was, and we are." She lifted her hand to his cheek and let her fingers run down around his chin. "This is a new moment."

This time there was no surprise as she pulled on his hand and led Ben away from the water's edge. "Have you wondered as many times as I have, what might've happened if I hadn't made that stupid comment about leaving the moment alone?"

He nodded, smiling at the thought of how many times he had thought exactly that. "I don't know what I was thinking." She said wistfully as they ducked under the stilts of a life guard station. "I guess I thought you were older than me, more mature, too old – which was ridiculous . . . maybe it was something to do with you being my friend's brother. I don't know. But hey," she squeezed his hand, "I sure regret that I didn't make more of it."

"In some ways I couldn't believe you just let me go." She continued. "I so wanted you to ask me, take me somewhere, find out if we had something. But you were too good weren't you? You were the one boy who respected me back then. You never tried to go against me. And I'll bet you wanted to!"

"Yes," He mused as she pulled on his hand, "I wanted to, a lot." He nodded and took her other hand so they were facing each other. 

"It's nice to be here." She smiled and came closer.

All those years before he was the inexperienced partner, anxious and fumbling with her body, getting on top and "doing it". He knew she'd climaxed, but as time moved on he became aware that it was luck that she did, nothing to do with his skill as a lover. This time he felt mature, but the excitement was the same.

However tense the moment was with their anticipation, there seemed no rush this time. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, letting his hands wander over the cotton of her dress and down to hold her rounded bottom in his hands. She moved against Ben to feel his hardness against her thigh. He pushed back and rubbed a little against her so she was in no doubt about his excitement.

As he felt her hands grasp him and pull him even harder into her he brought one of his own hands up to cup her breast through the tight fabric of her dress. he could feel that she was wearing a bra but as he pushed harder with the rhythm of our kisses he felt her nipple harden enough so he could concentrate on it alone for a few moments through the layers of material. As he pressed and pulled at her, she lifted her leg to clamp Ben with her thigh and ran her hands urgently over the sides of his chest.

As they separated a little he pulled at the buttons on the front of her dress and eased his hand inside to cup her wonderful breast, still restrained by her bra. At the same time Cindee let one of her own hands slide between us and begin massaging his hard on through his pants. As she rubbed and tugged hard he could already feel the sensation of pre-cum as it oozed from the end of his cock and created a wet patch on his underwear. Urged on by her massage, he slipped my fingers inside her bra and pulled out her breast, feeling it pushed up and out, the nipple red, erect and begging for his mouth to clamp over it.

He stooped to lick her first, then, as she gasped with pleasure, he took the nipple between his lips and sucked gently. Her hand lost its way playing with his cock as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his tongue and lips as they sucked, licked and teased her. He brought my hand to direct her even more upwards for his mouth and squeezed her breast into his mouth again and again.

"Oh God," she breathed into his ear, "you have no idea who good that feels."

He came up to face her and smiled. As she restarted her attentions on his throbbing cock he said softly, "Yes I do." Then he kissed her again, as deep and long as he had kissed anyone.

As the urgency of their kisses subsided a little he started to pull her dress up and eased himself slowly downward to kneel in front of her. As his eyes arrived at her waist level he pulled the hem of her dress over her hips to reveal a plain white g-string that was fighting hard to cover what was already an excited pussy. He paused to look at his prize as Cindee stood, waiting for Ben and brushing his cheek with her fingertips.

He thought about simply pulling the panties aside but when Cindee reached down and took hold of her dress to stop it falling over my head he grasped the sides of her g-string and pulled them down the length of her legs and over her shoes. Once they were discarded he had a beautiful view of her neatly trimmed pussy, her lips peeking out, looking silky-wet, flushed, and in need of some attention. Ben eased his head forward, extended his tongue so that its very tip could start to explore her swelling lips. As he lapped gently at her there was no doubting her arousal as her juice easily slid off her lips to coat his tongue.

Enjoying his first taste of Cindee's pussy, Ben licked at her for several minutes and let his hand pull and caress on her ass cheeks as he nuzzled hard into her sex, enjoying the smell, flavor and sight of her. As her excitement started to grow again she lifted her left leg and leaned it against a tree, opening her lips and allowing Ben better access to that sweet pussy of hers. He brought my hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, not stopping as he got to her lips and pushed his index finger deep into her silky warmth. Cindee gasped loudly and brought her hand to hold his head in encouragement.

As he slid his finger in and out of her, his palm easing along her thigh all the time, he continued to taste and tease her with his tongue. Every little while he brought his other hand up to take hold of her swollen clit and gently eases it further towards his tongue with a slight twisting motion of his thumb and forefinger. Each time he did that he felt her squirm and smiled to himself, knowing she was close to the edge already. When he added a second finger to penetrate her and started to concentrate his licking on the end of her pleasure bud, there was no holding her back. As he felt her leg stiffen against his hand and her breathing become a series of short pants he began delivering long, slow, licks up and down her pussy while his fingers slowly slid in and out, always ending with a flick at her clit with the tip of his tongue.

She seemed to be tensing up and gasping, "Oh God" over and over for almost a minute before the moment took her. "Oh my God." She said louder as her thighs clamped around his head and she quivered. 

He pushed his tongue harder against her clit now, feeling her release in some extra wetness this time as she started to collapse. There was nothing more than a tiny squeak coming from her throat as she stretched herself up first and then literally fell down onto his fingers and face with her shattering orgasm, splattering all around Ben with her juices as she pressed onto his tongue and prolonged the climax. 

"Wow, she panted. Wish I'd known you could do that a few years ago!"

He continued to lick all around her pussy as she regained some composure, bracing the thigh of the leg that was against one of the stilt legs of the life guard shack with one hand and caressing the soft skin of her bottom with the other.

When he felt she had her strength back, he stopped licking her, stood up and faced her. He was smiling broadly and she was still catching her breath. "Oh my," she breathed, "you have grown up! If you'd done that seven years ago, we might never have made it out of there!"

As they kissed her hands split their assignments to hold his face close to hers and seek the bulge in his pants. It wasn't hard to find and once she had, it felt like she wasn't going to let go anytime soon. At the same time he managed to slip his hand down the back of her dress and unclasp her bra. As it fell away he held her breasts in turn, feeling her nipples as hard as any he'd ever handled.

Breaking away from their kiss, she continued to hold Ben through his pants but got down on her knees in front of him. She made short work of his zipper and belt, springing Ben free into the fresh evening air. Next she hungrily pulled away his pants and underwear, before wrapping her hand around Ben's penis and licking the head of his hard on with slow, long, strokes of her tongue.

"I'd forgotten what a nice cock you had." She smiled up to Ben, continuing to hold him tight and lick him.

He looked down as she started to run her tongue around the rim of his cock and pump Ben with her hand. There was no urgency in her movements, but he sure felt some extra blood heading to the scene as she worked Ben like an expert. Cindee took care to make sure that all of his cock got plenty of attention from her tongue and lips as she licked and sucked on him as she started to pop the head of his cock into her mouth. Her strokes lengthened as she pumped and twisted her hand around Ben and her saliva started to trail down the length of his shaft.

By now his eyes had closed and he was breathing deeply, an involuntary reaction to the pleasure as he was enjoying the awesome sight of Cindee's head and hands working Ben. As he opened his eyes to get another look at her, he felt her hand come up to his balls, wander around them and then take a nice tight hold as she continued to stroke him. She looked up at Ben now, smiling with her shining green eyes, knowing only too well he was helpless in her mouth. She was lightly holding his erection and running her tongue up and down his length while she squeezed and pulled on his balls. Looking down at her now, he thought, "she's right, we have grown up."

"How are you doing baby?" She asked. "Do you like some more of this?"

He could only nod. Some moments never leave you and so many times he'd thought of their last encounter and what it might have been like if they'd known a little more about what they were doing. Now he knew . . .

There were no more words required as she went back to her task, agonizingly slow but wonderfully drawn-out. There was always something moving, her hands, her mouth, whenever one stopped to concentrate on one pleasure spot the other continued the mission of his pleasure. She massaged his balls deeply while she licked the rim of his cock. She ran her hand lightly up and down Ben's shaft while she sucked at the base of his cock and she took a firm hold of him as she took most of his cock in her mouth and slowly drew her lips off him. It was while she was doing this that he knew there was no more holding back.

Ben had never felt quite as helpless in sex as he did at that moment. Cindee had surprised him with her technique and in the incredible heat of the moment and he knew he was seconds from cumming fast and furious. She knew too, but it didn't deter her from keeping her mouth moving along him, pumping slowly with her hand and massaging his balls with her other hand. As her mouth closed over him again and started its slow journey along his shaft, he felt the orgasm start. She flicked at the side of his balls with her finger, sensing he was there and wanting only the best from him. As her lips slipped off the tip of my cock she got everything he had.

His cock jumped in her light grip and spurted furiously at her, throwing three streams of hot white cum at her mouth before she moved forward again and took him back in her mouth. Cindee sucked hard on the head of his cock and gently worked the shaft and he could only let her expertise wash over him in a huge wave of pleasure. Once inside again He continued to cum and the next few spasms of cum shot straight into her mouth.

As she eased away from him, licking her lips, he let himself sit on the ground next to her, drained from the climax. "So, was that a moment too?"

Cindee smiled, leaning over to kiss him. "Yes, it was another wonderful moment." "Will this one be repeated?" He grinned, pants at his ankles and still hard and proud. "Probably not." She considered. "This was a moment in its own right. Doesn't mean there won't be another moment though. Or lots of them."

As she leaned forward and took him into her hand again he wondered how far away it would be. When he felt her dig between his thighs and start to fondle his balls again he realized she didn't want to wait as long as last time. She kissed Ben urgently and then slipped over to sit next to him.

As they sat there on the beach, Cindee was idly playing with his cock as they talked, almost as though we were deliberately letting the tension rise a little again. It was almost ten minutes since Ben came and the world was starting to appear normal again after the kaleidoscopic sensations of their coupling. He had his arm around her and had managed to free her breasts from her dress so he could stoop to suck on her nipples every now and again while she looked down at his swelling head, pulled and stretched the skin hard over his cock head.




Deep Thoughts Ch. 05



"I'd always wondered if you still stayed hard." She laughed. "I remember that first time; you didn't lose it, even after you'd cum. I've always been curious if that was just your youth." She pulled him to a full length. "Obviously not! Good."

It was only a matter of seconds and they were in the classic "69" position, her working him again with hand and mouth and Ben licking her furiously and probing her pussy with his thumb. As he ran his tongue all around her lips and clit over and over, he felt her pump hard at his cock, twisting her strokes as she held the head firmly in her mouth and sucked hard.

He felt her lift away from him and without letting go of his cock, she came up so their faces were close enough for a swift kiss, just a prelude to her whispering, "Fuck me lover. Now."

Cindee stood up and turned away from him, hitched up her dress and leaned forward so she could rest her hands on the base of the stilt. This left her lovely round ass and still aroused pussy urging him to step forward and get inside her. He stood up, shook his pants from his ankles and smiled at the invitation in front of him. As he took her hips in his hands he let his cock slide up and down between her cheeks as it twitched and throbbed at the prospect to come. As he bent down to position himself to enter her he reached over and grabbed a handful of her breast again, feeling her excite even more and writhe to his touch. Then he took hold of my cock, pushed the head between her lips, let go and thrust deep into her searing hot pussy.

With every thrust he held her hips tight and savored the silky wet pussy that was his for the taking. Cindee was tight, slick and hot, just the way he remembered and just how he liked it ever since. Feeling the sweetness of her envelop him and begin to charge his whole body for the coming explosion, he ran my hand over the skin on her back and slowed his thrusting so it was as long and slow as the need would allow.

Cindee shuffled her feet as Ben pumped into her, unashamedly getting the best for both of them. Still holding onto the stilt in front of her she swung her head around and said, "Fuck me hard now baby, give it to me, I need you now." Her words had a rising urgency, and his reaction was to thrust fast and deep into her, hammering the tops of his thigh against her exposed cheeks, feeling the hot walls of her pussy rub hard against him. He took a hand away from her hip and slipped it under her body, feeling for her clit and massaging while he continued to pound into her. He already had doubts about lasting too long and when Cindee slipped a hand up to feel his cock as it slipped in and out of her, it was all over for him holding back.

He tried to keep up his attention on her pussy but was failing miserably as his own body tensed; he slowed his strokes and awaited the release that only she could bring now. The first shot of cum seemed to come from miles away; rushing up from his balls, down his cock and shooting out unbelievably fast. As the spurts continued he slid in and out, prolonging his pleasure, something Cindee was also intent on as she rubbed his balls hard with the palm of her hand. 

"That's my baby." She said, looking around and up at him with a big smile. As he continued to thrust gently inside her, he eagerly rubbed at her clit as he tried to take her to orgasm as close to mine as he could. As my climax began to subside he felt the familiar sounds of her breath shortening and her hips wriggle on his cock and fingers. He reached out with his other hand, clamped a nipple between thumb and forefinger and she came. Cindee literally screamed as she climaxed for the second time, driving her ass back into him as she rode the best of her moment out on his cock.

It was almost reluctantly that he withdrew from her and she stood to face him again, smiling, eager to kiss. "Now that, she whispered as they hugged, "was a moment!" This time they gathered themselves up, held each other for a few minutes and then set about finding enough of their clothes to return to step out of their moment and back to the real world. As Ben zipped up he watched as Cindee pulled up her panties and stuffed her breasts back into her bra and dress. Then they walked back along the beach almost silently but very content.

Sandy woke to the sound of the coffee maker as it gurgled its steaming brew. How wonderfully she had slept, but it sure would be nice to be back in her bed, with Ben, she thought. Cindee was busy in the kitchen making breakfast as Sandy walked in, gave her a kiss on the cheek, then moved to get a cup of coffee.

Cindee told her to have a seat and breakfast would be ready soon. Ben wandered in and had a seat also. Cindee had made pancakes and everyone ate their fill. After breakfast, the girls went to work on their tans as Ben left for work.

That evening the girls were preoccupied with one another and Ben felt ignored. "I'm going out." He said

The girls just smiled and said, "Good bye."

The night life had become a bore after Sandy moved in with Ben, and now it was stiflingly dull. Ben bar-hopped, then ate dinner, and wondered what awaited him when he got home. Little did he expect what was awaiting his return.

***

Cindee had been very close to Sandy and still confided in her from time to time. Her lust filled performance the night before with Ben was waiting to explode from her as Ben had left for the evening. She told Sandy of the first time they had made love and the wonderful sex they had shared the previous night. 

Sandy was stunned, but she acted as if she was happy for her friend's good fortune. She made out as if she completely supported Cindee pursuing her brother. What else was she to do? 

"Then you wouldn't mind if I slept with him tonight?" Cindee asks matter-of-factly.

"Of course not." Sandy lied. She was burning inside, she wanted to cry, but couldn't, not now.

"Good! You can watch us if you like. That might be fun, huh?"

"Sure, I could use a little motivation to get myself off." Sandy lied.

Ben wandered in after ten o'clock, went to his room and went to bed. Shortly after he lay down, the door opened and Cindee appeared, she moved silently to the bed and disrobed. She slid between the sheets and began to kiss, and caress Ben.

A small anticipatory whimper of delight was already coming from between his tightened lips as he lifted his head and watched her sink to her knees and draws herself up between his thighs. Her naked body hovered over his parting legs and then she lowered her head until her face was mere inches from his firmly throbbing cock head. He could feel her soft warm breath grazing over his abdomen and her hair spilling over his thighs. She gripped his long burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semen-seeping opening.

"Ooooooh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.

He reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing head. The thick rod of flesh was sinking deep into her mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Ben groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet cavern. "Yeeeees!" he grunted as her lips tightened around his hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the warm moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head.

Her tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it. He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes, one of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head, and the other fondling her sensuously swaying breasts. He made a hard thrust forward and almost his entire long thick prick disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the in stroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisible fingers. Her breasts jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture.

"Lick it right under the ridge," he said hoarsely while he watched her. 

"Oooooooh, that feels so goddamn good."

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she breathed hotly around his cock.

"Oh, God yes! Milk your fingers over the skin. Do that too!"

He sighed deeply and his head sunk back in the pillow as she massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around his saliva soaked hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glands at the end. He flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back up off the bed to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up against her face.

Cindee could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and began to suck his cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She could hear his breath quicken and her passion began to build and build in reaction. She was sucking Sandy's brother, her mind hummed, and she was doing it on Sandy's instructions! If she wanted her to fuck her brother, she would fuck her brother, her body burned with the thought of being used and slavishly made to perform any perversity Ben could think of... 

Sandy watched as her brother, her lover, was making love to her best friend. Sandy felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but she wasn't. She wanted to leave, yet she remained pinned to the wall as though she had been bolted there. Weird lewd images floated through her mind, almost as echoes of what she had imagined as she had fallen asleep a few hours earlier, but now it was actually happening! He was putting his cock inside Cindee's full-lipped mouth and she was moving her lips up and down on the hotly throbbing head of his prick, sucking on it, the words blazed in flaming print across her consciousness. 

She had to leave, there was no question of staying here any longer, but she could not. She stood limply, her hair cascading over the front of her transparent nightgown and suffered with the image of that long thick cock plunging into the girl's wetly ovalled mouth, her long black hair tumbling over his tanned lean-muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled in her hotly kneading hands... 

"I'm going to cum, honey, stop, st-st-stop, before I cummmmm!"

Then the moistly sucking sound ceased, and there was a smack of lips and another short groan before momentary silence. 

"I've been neglected," came the short curt remark from Cindee's lips. Then she purred: "My little pussy needs some attention too. Do you want to suck my cunt?"

"Yes! Oh yes!"

"Then here it is. Isn't it lovely? It feels good from when you touched it, but I want you to lick it."

"I'll put my tongue down like this ... how is this; I'll suck your clit first."

"Yes, lick ... suck my little clit, Oh, Oh, God, you can fuck me with your tongue, God, you lick ... your tongue feels gorgeous," the girl crooned, and then her words ran off into further babbling obscenities.

Sandy's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could hear it across the room. She pressed one hand tightly to her breast as though to dull the sound. But it didn't stop; it lurched on accompanying the soft rhythmic sucking of the girl's lips on her brother's cock. Oh Lord, it was awful! She was hypnotized by the lewd wet sound of lips on flesh, and she gradually found herself losing control of her consciousness. It was almost as though her whole being was palpitating in unison with the couple; and she was moving off away from her own body and watching horrified as she lurched into the first warming trembling of arousal that began seething around deep in her groin.

"Oh, my darling ... oh, God, lick faster, stick your tongue up my pussy ... G-God, it feels so GGoooooooodddd."

"Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me and cum up inside me," she suddenly mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue around the moist blood-inflated head.

"Yes, I've got to fuck you, you little minx. Fuck the shit out of you," he muttered.

Cindee felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the bed. Ben rolled himself full length on top of her and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly.

"Oh, you've got such a big hard cock," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her cunt, searching for the tight elastic little opening.

"And you've ... God, you've got such a sweet pussy," he worked at her hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly and expertly parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.

"Oh, it's going to feel so goooood! Hurry! Fuck me now! Noooooow!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the spongy matting of the mattress. She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs further apart still, stretching her cunt until it lay before him in a flat exposed plain. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and then Cindee felt the lips around her softly quivering cunt slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.

"Ooooooh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.

Ben shoved again, slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it no more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting young belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded like a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the bed and grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. 

He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the room around them. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick cock up into the warmly quivering confines of his Sister's friend, and she loved every minute of it... God, she was a wild woman when it came to fucking... 

"Oh, Ooooooh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating passage. "Oh, fill me darling, fiiiiilll meeee," the sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.

"Yes, oh you feel so big, it feels so god dam good, Ben. Fuck, oh fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck it, fuck my cunt like you never fucked it before."

Sandy could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now beneath the softly falling folds of the white nightgown. Down below she could feel her own hotly throbbing cunt softly tingling, and she pressed her pelvis out against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool wallpaper. But the feeling was not stopped. Nothing was clear to her, she understood nothing-she could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt in one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it! She had talked of satisfying herself, yes; even Cindee had suggested it-but God! Never like this while they were doing these vile things to each other only a few feet away.

As though in a dream, her own hands began to involuntarily massage the tensely straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the warmly trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds. Her left hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the flat plane of her curving sides and across her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair. God, it felt good! She began to rub back and forth, and up and down over the silky material. She could feel her own moistly throbbing vaginal slit palpitating excitedly against the tips of her fingers, and she worked them harder, learning new methods of bringing her own personal pleasure with each flick. 

She could feel the wetness trickle warmly down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from her inflamed pussy-and she moved her forefinger below the silky nightgown, then lifted up the hem of the material in her hands and held it clasped against the hallway wall as she touched her now nakedly exposed cunt directly with her middle finger.

The moaning from within Ben's room was almost incoherent now as her brother and Cindee thrashed hotly together on the bed in wild throes of pleasure. Fucking, that was what they were doing, the salacious thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she finger-fucked herself. She rubbed her hand against the thinly hair-lined lips of her open cunt, thinking it should be her with Ben, knowing what it was like to have him. But she moved her feet farther apart on the floor and pressed her fingers harder, her middle finger pressing teasingly into the moist open slit, and she could feel her cuntal passage expanding; her finger was a cock, she thought, Ben's cock, and she was doing what they had talked about this evening. The obscene thought struck her that perhaps Cindee knew what she was up to, and she experienced the dreadful urge to run into the bed room and throw herself onto the embraced bodies a few yards beyond her and fuck with them. But she didn't.

The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted another finger up inside her vagina and began squirming her buttocks back and forth down over them as though they were the wild plunging of her brother's warmly throbbing prick. The squeak of the springs on the bed became more violent, and she thrust her fingers more desperately into the moistness of her vagina in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the next room. The thought that, no, this was horrible, she should stop, again floated through her consciousness- it had been this that Cindee had suggested earlier that afternoon-yet a lewd delight coursed through her that she was doing what Cindee had known she would do, and she stroked her working fingers even harder into her moistly flowering pussy.




Deep Thoughts Ch. 05



"Yes, oh yes!" Cindee panted. "Every bit of it, lover ... I want you to jam your cock all the way in me. Clear up to my throat!"

Sandy could see Ben's huge thickly glistening cock ramming its way into her friend's hotly sucking cunt, sinking through the softly waving pubic hair like a greased telephone pole. Her hands became that pole-and her gasps began to match that of the wildly fucking couple in the next room. She wanted everything that Cindee was getting, she wanted to be fucked and fucked, and her belly filled to the bursting with hot male cum.

"Oh, oh, oh," came the hot, guttural grunting sounds building in flesh smacking momentum as they approached orgasm.

Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Sandy let herself slide down to her knees and leaned forward on the carpeted floor of the hallway. Now, her face pressed to the rug, she lifted up the nightgown so her entire body was exposed to the warm night air that wafted over her helplessly steaming cunt and ripped her with a new shudder of ecstasy. Her body was like an expanding balloon ready to burst, and the sponginess of the carpet below her was the hair on Ben's strong masculine chest. The wetly sluicing sound of "squish ... squish-squish," became clearly discernible to Sandy as her hand thrust and ground around up in the slickly sucking flesh. Now she was arched up over the carpet, skewering her finger in through the moistly flowering lips of her cunt from behind while her white full tits hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the carpet as they swayed beneath her kneeling body. 

"Oh, your cock, your big beautiful cockkkkkk!" she heard Cindee cry out between heavily panting groans of ecstasy. "Fuck ... me ... good ... move your cock in me that way ... yes, God, Ben, you feel so goooooddd, ahhh ... in deeper, oh yes."

Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Sandy's groin and into her rapidly palpitating pussy, as she imagined Ben grinding his smoothly gyrating buttocks like a human corkscrew between the widespread thighs of that little bitch, Cindee. But Sandy was that bitch, and her cunt was now Cindee's cunt. Oh, it was too much! Her face turned crimson, her eyes clouded over with lust-tears, as her body raced towards an inward explosion that had lain smoldering and dormant for months, but now had been completely ignited like a time bomb.

"Like this ... is ... this ... what you mean ... fuck like ... thiiiiis!"

"Oh, oh, arrrrrgh," Cindee groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the final throes of building lust. "Fuck me harder, haaaaarder, Oh, I love you, I love the way you screw me. Oh god ... Screeeeeeew meeeee!!!"

Sandy heard the two scream in unison, and she buckled up, her knees pressed down firmly on the carpet, and her head somersault-like peering down between her legs as she finger-fucked herself faster and faster. Her whole body began vibrating spasmodically, and the transparent nightgown waved over her upper torso, inching up to the long streams of hair that spilled over her head and onto the carpet. Then, sudden quick white gushes of hot cum juices began sluicing from around her rummaging fingers, covering her hand and running onto the carpet below. It had begun slowly but now picked up its wanton momentum like a raging storm as the other two fucked into each other with mounting fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mewls and unintelligible obscenities.

"Yes ... Oh, Ben ... cumming, I'm cummmminnng," Cindee's voice rippled through the dark.

"Oh baby, oh honey, here I cum, too, Goddddddd, arrrrgh," his piercing scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her own.

In one final lurch, Sandy arched up over the carpet, her fingers still rippling at the wetly flowing opening of her hungrily convulsing cunt. Then the feeling subsided. She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees for awhile, her helplessly trembling buttocks still swaying back behind her in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks of orgasm had stilled her body. Her fingers slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to the wall for a moment.

Then, her passion redoubled, reality came back to her with a sickening jolt. She couldn't be left out, she wouldn't be denied. She steeled her nerve and walked into Ben's room. The two lovers were lying, spent on the bed as she approached. They didn't see her at first, and then Cindee saw her as she bent over her and began to kiss her girl friend fully on the lips, and lazily plying her with tender little nibbles to her breasts as she kneaded her swollen cunt lips.

Cindee was amazed and confused. She had never been with a woman before and this was certainly shaping up to something very sexual. Cindee invited Sandy onto the bed and turned to face her friend fully as she returned to her ministrations. Ben watched as his sister made love to Cindee, intrigued at what had motivated the whole incident. Sandy was now between Cindee's legs and her mouth was clasped firmly on her pussy lips. Her tongue darting out to penetrate the soft folds of her vagina. 

"Open your legs."

"Oooooh, yeees," Cindee sighed as her full, sensuously curved hips and fell further apart. 

Sandy dropped off the bed to her knees in front of Cindee's moistly lubricating pussy and peeling the soft, hair-fringed lips apart with her thumbs, licked wetly down the entire length of her throbbing cunt, stopping to flick the tip of her tongue hotly over the tiny bud-like clitoris. She quivered back against it, screwing her smoothly rounded young buttocks in small lewd circles around and around, encouraging her tongue to worm its way up into her hotly throbbing vagina. She thrust it deep up into Cindee's warm cunt, tongue fucking her slowly at first, then faster and faster, sending waves of lewd pleasure through her belly until she suddenly jerked his head away from her and moaned. 

"Stop it. Stop it, Oh God, or I'll cum all over your face!"

Sandy raised her tempo, forcing her tongue faster and faster into the quivering flesh.

Cindee began to climax violently. "Ooohhh god!" She reaches down and grabs Sandy's head with both hands as she quakes through her orgasm.

Ben reached over to Cindee and caressed her gently, looking into her eyes he says, "Cindee, Sandy and I have a secret to share with you."

Cindee, dazed from the exertion, moans, "Umm, I like secrets."

"Ben and I are lovers." Sandy chimed in.

"Lovers?" Cindee asks confused. "What do you mean?"

"For the last six months we have been living as an intimate couple, lovers." Sandy continued.

"Oh bullshit!" 

"Its true, Cindee, we love one another dearly." Ben interjected.

"Oh my god! You aren't kidding, are you?" She said, now fully awake. "What about me? 

Why did you lead me on? Both of you."

"Cindee, I have loved you ever since you took my cherry. But please understand that I dearly love Sandy too." Ben explained.

A long silence fell over the three friends. Several times Sandy looked to Ben for any indication on which way they should take the conversation. Finally, Sandy just took control and stated flatly, "I think we should all just be friends."

Cindee's eyes were wide as she began laughing, looking at one then the other of her friends, and said, "I think we past that stage awhile ago."

They all burst into laughter as they fell into a pile on the bed together. As the laughter subsided, Cindee looked at Sandy and asked her, "Can I watch you and Ben make love?"

Ben was flabbergasted; he had heard it all now.

Sandy just smiled and said, "Sure, if you want." And moved to Ben's crotch.

Cindee shifted uncomfortably on the bed. This was going to be the turn-on she thought it would be; in fact, it was downright erotic. Less than two feet away her best friend was slurping her brother's cock. And he loved every moment of it. Just look at him. Eyes closed, mouth half open and tongue caressing his upper lip, his knees spread wide and his fingers tangled in Sandy's hair, urging her on as she licked and nibbled his rampant prick, poking obscenely from his abdomen. He groaned audibly as she dived on to him, burying her head, swallowing his cock until her lips fetched up against his pubic hair. 

Then she lifted away from him, sat back on her heels, and both of them, together, looked directly at Cindee. Ben's eyes were bright with lust, Sandy's parted lips were swollen and glistening, and they were waiting for her to say, or do, something. Like what? Cindee considered getting up and leaving. But this was her idea. Sandy's fingers circled Ben's dick, sliding loosely up and down the shaft, still wet and slippery with her saliva, and he leaned back on the bed and groaned again. Cindee thought she had to say something. 

"Take off your nightgown," she told Sandy. "Take it off." 

Ben leaned forward, fumbled with both hands, and tugged it free from her. She let go of his cock, long enough for him to peel the garment over her shoulders and down her arms. He dropped it on the floor, reached around her and unsnapped her bra, slipped it off and dropped it on top of the nightgown. 

Suddenly, strangely for a woman who had just been shamelessly sucking her brother's cock in front of her best friend, Sandy had an attack of self-consciousness. She had been watching Cindee's face, trying to gauge her reactions, while Ben undressed her. Now she blushed, looked at the floor and covered her breasts with her hands. Somehow this little gesture of vulnerability made a difference, and Cindee felt the first stirrings of real interest in the proceedings. 

"Touch her," she said to Ben. 

He reached out, caressed Sandy's face with his fingertips, traced a line down either side of her throat to her cupped hands and pulled them gently away from her body. Her eyes were still fixed on the floor, and she blushed again. 

"My god," thought Cindee, "she's trembling." She felt her own excitement mounting, as she looked at Ben. "Touch her," she said again. 

He stroked the tops, then the sides, of Sandy's breasts, and her nipples swelled visibly as he tweaked them softly between thumb and forefinger. 

Cindee shifted again in her seat, feeling her own nipples stirring and hardening. She licked her lips. "Suck her nipples," she said. 

Ben hitched himself forward in the bed, slipped his hands under Sandy's armpits and raised her up on to her knees. She straightened her back, glanced at Cindee, then at the ceiling, and then closed her eyes as Ben's mouth covered her right nipple. Cindee stood up, walked behind them and ran her fingers through Ben's hair. Ben shifted his attention to Sandy's left breast and tongued its nipple, raising his arms at the same time to allow Cindee to kiss his neck. Sandy threw back her head and arched her body towards his lips. 

Cindee licked Ben's left ear, and whispered: "Her panties. Take off her panties." 

Ben ran a hand up the inside of Sandy's thigh, stroked lightly at her crotch, then used both hands to draw down the panties. They fell to her knees. Ben put his right hand on her bottom, slipped his left hand between her legs and fingered her cunt. She shuddered, reached out and laced her fingers behind his neck, lowered her head and looked straight into Cindee's eyes. 

Ben had worked two fingers between her legs, and buried them in her cunt while his thumb rubbed rhythmically, deep into the furrow of her crotch. His mouth had returned to her right breast and he was teasing the nipple, alternately flicking it with his tongue and tugging at it gently with his teeth. Sandy was rolling her hips and making little gasping noises. Her left nipple, still wet from Ben's ministrations, was erect and the aureole stood out pinkly from the blue-veined whiteness of her breast. Once again her eyes met Cindee's, and this time there was a new look in them, something like an appeal for help. 

Cindee sensed spreading warmth in her own crotch now, a creeping wetness between her legs. She reached again for Ben's cock, pumped it slowly with her left hand as she watched his fingers busying themselves in Sandy's box. Sandy took her hands from behind Ben's neck, patted his hand away from her pussy and stood up. She touched Cindee briefly and perhaps accidentally on the cheek. Her bush was carrot colored the hairs between her legs darker and matted together into curling tendrils with the moisture from her cunt. 

He then slipped to his knees in front of Sandy and placed his hands on her hips. "Sit down," he said, guiding her backwards a brief distance until the backs of her legs fetched up in the air. 

"Lie down," Cindee said. 

Sandy spun around and lay flat on her back, her legs apart and her hands folded across her stomach. Ben shuffled on his knees around the end of the table and stationed himself between her legs. He spread the lips of her cunt with his thumbs, leaned forward and slithered his tongue into her crack. Sandy shuddered, spread her knees wider, raised her legs and placed her feet on his shoulders. 

Cindee watched as he lapped his way up and down Sandy's slit. "Do it," she whispered, almost to herself. 

Ben glanced up at her, watched her face as he flicked at the glistening bud of Sandy's clit with the tip of his tongue. Cindee licked her lips at him, then wet the tips of her forefingers with her tongue and caressed her tingling nipples. Ben's eyes left her face, dropped to her breasts, then followed her right hand as she slipped it down the front of her and stroked her pussy. In moments her fingers were slick and slippery with her own love juice. Ben screwed three fingers deep into Sandy's cunt and licked up and down her clitoral shaft. Sandy whimpered, and the sound somehow added to Cindee's arousal, producing a new flood of wetness which trickled through her fingers and soaked the fabric of her knickers. 

She became aware that Sandy had tilted back her head and was watching her finger fucking motions. She withdrew her hand from her crotch, leaned forward and lightly fingered Sandy's swollen nipples. Then she stood up and walked around the bed, knelt behind Ben and wrapped her arms around him. He raised his head and she pushed it down again into Sandy's crotch. "Suck her more," she said. "Eat her up." 

As he bent again to his task she slipped one hand between his legs and fondled his balls, grasped his still rigid cock with her other hand and pumped it slowly. Sandy began to writhe on the bed, jerking her hips, shaking her head and uttering little wordless gasps of pleasure. She slid her hands up her ribcage and began almost brutally to knead and squeeze her breasts. Suddenly she squealed, grabbed at Ben's head with both hands and ground his face hard into her pussy as she climaxed. His cock swelled more in Cindee's hand, and she gripped him tighter, pumped faster as he fought for breath. 

Sandy pummeled his back with her heels, her whole body heaving convulsively, and then gave a final shudder, released her grip on his head and lay still, panting quietly. He raised his head and sat back on his heels. Cindee continued pumping for a few moments, then let go of his cock and hugged him. 

"Fuck her," she said. "I want to see you fuck her now." 

Ben disentangled himself and raised up. He reached forward, took hold of Sandy's hands, and pulled her into a sitting position. He helped her reposition, wrapped his arms around her, his cock digging into her stomach, and kissed her on the lips. 

Cindee picked a cushion from the bed, knelt and slipped a hand under Sandy's buttocks. "Up," she said. Sandy raised her hips off the bed and Cindee arranged the cushion beneath her bottom, then turned to Ben. "Come here," she said. 

He stepped forward and she laid hold of his prick, pulled him closer and took it in her mouth. He was hot and hard, but became even hotter and harder as she worked on him with lips and tongue, licking his cock from end to end and finally pulling him deep into her throat. Beside her on the bed, Sandy drew up her knees, spread them wide and toyed with her pussy as she watched. When he was thoroughly wet, Cindee urged him to a kneeling position between Sandy's legs, grasped his cock in her left hand and guided him into the copper-toned cave. She continued to hold him for the first few thrusts, feeling the disturbing warmth and softness of Sandy's pussy folding around her fingers as he pushed into her. Then she let go, and moved around to kneel on the bed behind Sandy's head. 

"Give me your legs," she said. 

Sandy obligingly raised her knees to her chest and Cindee leaned forward and took hold of her calves, straightened her legs and spread them high and wide, then drew them towards her. Sandy, folded almost double, moaned as Ben adjusted his position and drove himself deeper into her up thrust cunt. She raised her hands and stroked Cindee's breasts, trapping and squeezing the nipples between her fingers. Ben was panting with exertion, fucking like a machine, drawing back until he almost slipped free of the moist, clinging, sucking lips of Sandy's cunt, and then plunging into her up to the hilt. 

Cindee licked her lips. There was a hot, tight feeling in her chest, she could feel the blood pounding in her ears, and her pussy ached with longing. As if by telepathy, Sandy sensed her need. She lowered her right hand and slipped it between Cindee's legs, fingered her pussy through the soaking wet opening. The sight of that increased Ben's excitement and he flung himself even harder into Sandy's cunt, his eyes fixed on the pale hand busy in the warm brown 'V' of his friend's crotch. 

Cindee shuddered as Sandy's fingers found an especially sensitive spot. Then she let go of Sandy's legs and sat back on her heels. "I can't see properly," she said. "Come over on top of me." 

Ben and Sandy looked blankly at her, not sure what she meant. She showed them, moving to the side and then stretching out on her back on the bed, her head beside the cushion under Sandy's buttocks. 

She touched Sandy's thigh, said again: "Come over on top." 

Ben pulled back and got up. Sandy lowered her legs and got up too, moved around and knelt astride Cindee's head, then leaned forward and placed a hand on either side of her hips. From between Sandy's legs, Cindee signaled Ben with her eyes. He stepped into position, sank to his knees and fitted the head of his dick once again into Sandy's cunt. Cindee watched, fascinated, as he pushed it in. She reached between the pale columns of Sandy's thighs, and fondled his balls, then stroked the tangled fuzz of Sandy's bush. 

Ben settled into a regular rhythm of thrust and retreat, his wet and glistening cock pistoning steadily in and out of the pale pink folds of Sandy's pussy. At that distance, mere inches from Cindee's eyes, it looked enormous, and it made soft slurping noises with each change of direction. Ben's hands were on Sandy's hips, steadying her against his thrusting, and she uttered a little gasping squeak each time his cock reached its full depth in her cunt. Cindee raised her head and brushed her lips against Sandy's crotch. She moved her knees, spread them wide and shuddered as Cindee's sharp little tongue stabbed at her clitoris then slithered deeper into her slit and lapped at the opening of her vagina. 

Moments later she was writhing in ecstasy, her pelvis jerking and quivering with the sensations produced by Cindee's confident licking and probing. Cindee grabbed for Sandy's breasts, feeling the erect nipples boring into her palms as she squeezed and caressed them. Above her, Ben stepped up the tempo of his thrusting. Cindee flung her arms around Sandy's back, hauled her shoulders off the bed and licked at the underside of Ben's driving, burning-hot cock. The tangy mushroom scent of pussy, mingled with the heady odor of sweat, filled her nostrils and Sandy's busy tongue was pushing her rapidly to the brink of orgasm. 




Deep Thoughts Ch. 06



Sandy unbuttoned the top two buttons on her silk shirt and sighed, another late night of sex. The condo was empty and silent. Ben was at work and Cindee had gone into town to run an errand. Sandy turned on some soft jazz music and rolled up her sleeves, she crossed and uncrossed her long, tan legs several times and wondered why she was so restless. It was a warm August night, but one would never know it inside the heavily air-conditioned condominium. Sandy shifted in her chair, feeling stifled, lonely, and restless. 

'I need to shake myself out of this funk.' Sandy thought, staring down at her newspaper. She let her mind wander to the romance she had experienced the previous evening. She wondered how her friend had taken her admission that she was having an affair with her brother. Come to think of it, Cindee had done pretty well for herself, maybe she didn't have anything to worry about. 'I hope she is ok with our girl love.' Sandy smiled to herself. 'In fact, I could use another roll in the hay with her myself...' Sandy had never made love to a woman before and she found it enchanting her thoughts.

Approaching footsteps interrupted Sandy's thoughts, the fast, determined footsteps of someone who knows actually where she is going. Sandy began to doodle furiously on her notepad, not wanting to be caught in a daydream mode.

"Hey there, girl," a woman's voice piped. "Are you trying to vegetate, or what?"

Sandy's face stretched into a slow smile. The voice belonged to Cindee. She stood poised in the doorway with a diet soda in one hand, file folder in the other. Sandy couldn't help but admire the toned legs her tight skirt displayed proudly.

"I'm just finishing up some house work." Sandy said matter-of-factly. She wondered why the air-conditioning seemed suddenly so stuffy. She tried to avert her eyes from Cindee's tightly, but immaculately, clad figure. 'Why is a woman causing such a physical reaction in me?' Sandy asked herself. Sandy had never let herself think of other women in anything but a friendly manner, but Cindee was definitely attractive, and her best friend. A few beads of sweat formed between her breasts.

"Yeah, I was trying to work too." Cindee said, taking a seat opposite Sandy at the table. "But for some reason I just can't seem to concentrate. Maybe its the full moon," she added wickedly, smiling in a way that made Sandy flush. Sandy brushed a few loose strands of hair out of her eyes and focused on her guest.

"I'm having the same problem." Sandy admitted with a slight sigh. "I just feel so...so restless." 

"Maybe you need some distraction." Cindee murmured, looking her right in the eyes. Sandy was stunned, wondering if this sexy woman was, in fact, flirting with her. What surprised Sandy even more was the fact that she was enjoying it. She felt a strange sensation between her thighs-an eager tingling which slowly spread up to her snatch. Sandy licked her lips and returned Cindee's piercing gaze, trying to decipher the sleek lady's intentions. 

"I think you're right, Cindee." Sandy said earnestly, feeling more confident that her friend wanted more than a casual chat. "I could definitely use something that would inspire me." 

The two women's eyes locked. An unspoken question was answered in a few brief moments of gazing at one another. Something carnal, something animal, was happening that both women were experiencing. An electric current flowed between them in Sandy's efficient little kitchen, an energy source that neither could control, but of which both were painfully aware.

Sandy leaned back in her chair, resting her elbows on the cool wood of the table. She was feeling lightheaded, as if in a dream. 'What is happening to me?' she thought with delirious amusement, 'I think I'm bewitched.' With eyes half closed, Sandy stared at the other woman as she placed the soda can and folder carefully on the floor. 

Cindee approached Sandy and stared down at her from her stance, not unlike a queen summoning her subjects. She was so close that Sandy could feel her warm breath on her face, heating her own skin like a hairdryer. Sandy wanted to touch her. Really touch her. She thought about reaching out and resting her palm on Cindee's breast, but opted to silently admire the slope of her chest and the curve of her tiny waist. 

"I've always thought you were attractive, Sandy." Cindee whispered, reaching her hand to the back of her head to remove the clip that held her hair back. Cindee's presence was intoxicating. Sandy felt a drop of moisture drip onto the fabric of her panties. Never had she felt so ripe for someone's touch. 

"I...I've always been attracted to you, too." Sandy replied dreamily. 

'Is this really happening?' she couldn't help musing. She felt her heart thump rapidly behind her rib cage, like a prisoner pounding for release from the confined cell. She was feeling like a timid schoolgirl, but she really did want to explore this situation thoroughly. She begged herself to make a move, to let the bewitching woman know she was hot and ready. Sandy was hard-pressed to summon up the courage to seduce her friend. Luckily, the need for improvisation wasn't required on Sandy's part.

Cindee reached for her slowly. Her well-manicured fingernails glided on the skin of Sandy's shoulder through the delicate silk. Goosebumps quickly formed in the trail of her touch. Sandy licked her lips and closed her eyes, relishing the sweet softness that only a woman's fingers could offer. She concentrated on the gentle glide of Cindee's left hand as it trailed up to her neck and slowly down her chest. When she felt the eager fingers caress the delicate lace of her bra at the top of her breasts, she was unable to restrain her desire. She had to touch Cindee. Gazing through slightly-parted eyelids, Sandy placed both hands on Cindee's shoulders, wanting to explore the safer areas of her body. Sure, she had touched her before. Sandy and her girlfriend had just made love the previous evening, but this was different. 

She massaged the firm flesh of Cindee's shoulders with her thumbs, acquainting herself with a woman's body in a sexual manner. Why had she never noticed how soft-yet so strong-a woman's skin is? How could she have looked at attractive women everyday of her life and not seen them as she was now seeing Cindee? The thought that she and her about-to-be lover were experiencing identical explorations made her knees weak. 'She is seeing me the same way I am seeing her.' Sandy mused to herself, 'so unlike sex with a guy.'

Sandy moved her hands southward, palming the full weight of her partner's breasts. Cindee's quick intake of breath at the possessive action made her so hot she thought her clitoris would burst with the sudden rush of blood. She prodded and squeezed Cindee's fleshy globes, as if touching breasts for the first time in her life. Cindee mirrored her actions and their eyes locked.

Without breaking the electric current which flowed between the two sets of eager eyes, Cindee began to unbutton her friend's shirt. When Sandy was left leaning against the table, clad only in her white lacy bra, Cindee leaned back to study her. Sandy's flesh felt cold and lonely where Cindee's knowing hands were caressing her moments before, and she longed for more contact. She reached out and grabbed Cindee's satin lapels and pulled her onto her slight frame. Cindee gasped at the action, but followed with a wicked smile. She arched her neck to kiss the soft swells of Sandy's breast, grazing her tongue along the delicate fabric which encased her. With Cindee's concentration solely on her lover's chest, Sandy was able to reach down and run her fingers along the firm softness of her neck.

The two women simply caressed each other for a long while, taking the time to acquaint themselves with the other's touch. Cindee paused from her exploration of Sandy's chest long enough to reach back and unclasp her bra, letting the heavy weight of her breasts fall free. Sandy's skin tingled where her lover's fingers glided across her skin, and when she felt the wet heat of Cindee's mouth on her nipple, she moaned softly. She felt the pink nodule peak into a rigid spike as Cindee's tongue flicked the sensitive flesh back and forth. Sandy tangled the fingers of her left hand further into her heavenly tresses as her right focused on the removal of her tight blazer. When she finally unfastened the top button, it was as if she could not remove the rest fast enough. She wanted to see the bronzed beauty of the sexy woman's body.

When Cindee's top finally slid off her form and onto the floor, Sandy opened her eyes to drink in the sight of her friend's black satin bra. She was as dark and sleek as Sandy was fair and soft. She reached down to Cindee's left breast and pulled the nipple out through the top of the bra. Her skin was flawless. Sandy longed to suckle the ripe peak, but Cindee's body language was making it clear that Sandy was not the one orchestrating the lovemaking. When she felt Sandy's head aim towards her own chest, Cindee moved herself away, teasing her lover mercilessly.

"Don't move." Cindee commanded sternly, but with tenderness in her voice. "I want to please you first."

Sandy surrendered to Cindee, as if finally receiving permission to just lay back and enjoy the ride. She felt the cheeks of her ass clench tightly as Cindee's hot breath brushed her knees and her thighs. Without awareness of her own moves, Sandy gently guided Cindee's head slowly between her legs. She felt her pussy lather up as Cindee's breath came closer and closer to her core, maddeningly slow. Cindee's commanding hands clasped the hem of Sandy's silk skirt and began to inch it slowly northward. The subservient Sandy arched her back and raised her hips slightly off the edge of the table to facilitate the undressing. She smiled at Cindee's sudden intake of breath when she saw the white lacy garter belt holding up her tan hose. She always made sure she wore the sexiest undergarments she could find. It made her feel beautiful and sensuous. Sandy was especially pleased that her lover was appreciating the delicate lace as well.

"You are so beautiful." Cindee murmured as she leaned in to sprinkle wispy butterfly kisses on Sandy's inner thighs. Sandy lay back against the cold table and leaned into the pleasure that was slowly overtaking her. She arched her pelvis towards Cindee's face, eager to feel the other woman's tongue in her most intimate folds. But Cindee wanted to prolong her seduction. She nuzzled Sandy's buttocks and thighs with her nose, alternately licking the soft skin from her knees to her ass. After what seemed like hours, she ran her index finger under the elastic band of Sandy's G-string, and proceeded to pull the flimsy material down the length of her legs.

"Oh, God....." Sandy moaned when she felt the first contact of Cindee's tongue against her snatch. The soft fierceness of her mouth suckling her lips and her clit was almost more than Sandy could take. She could not remember ever feeling pleasure with such intensity. At first Sandy thought she would climax just seconds after Cindee's first slow and thorough lick, but then she relaxed a bit, realizing she was just experiencing the tip of the iceberg. Her hips seemed to melt into the table as she wound her fingers through Cindee's hair once more, easing the busy mouth further into her cunt, as if to swallow the woman whole. A weak tingling wave swirled around her pelvis like a hurricane, gathering strength before reaching out throughout the rest of her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She struggled to relax her thighs and not tighten them around Cindee's head, suffocating her as she worked.

Cindee ate her like a gourmet, enjoying every flavor, every fold of Sandy's pink, tight pussy. The strokes of her tongue varied, some long and intense-like painting a fence, some short and precise. It was as if Cindee could read her lover's mind, knowing exactly what she liked the most, knowing when to go faster, knowing when to slow down. Sandy's hips began to beat with her own internal rhythm, pumping up and down, taking Cindee's occupied tongue with her.

After Cindee's tongue memorized every square inch of Sandy's silken folds, she focused her attention on the tight bud of her clitoris. She sucked it like a straw, drawing her head away from Sandy's center, stretching her clit with her. The tiny bud seemed to expand in Cindee's mouth, filling it with her swollen heat. Cindee's face was buried inside Sandy's core as she gave birth to the first slight tremors of her orgasm. Her back arched and lifted her hips inches off the table as she began to slowly, slowly go over the edge. 

"Oh God," Sandy gasped, writhing back and forth around Cindee's busy mouth, "Oh Jesus!" Sandy's inside's expanded and burst into flames as the intense tidal wave of blood gushed into her cunt, making her see stars. Her soul seemed to leave her body as she shook with the violent climax, conquering her body like a fearless warrior. Sandy wasn't sure how long her orgasm possessed her body, mind, and soul. She felt like she had traveled to the moon and back in a few spastic moments. Her muscles were conditioned with her orgasm, but not ready to relax. 'No,' Sandy mused, 'I don't want this to be over yet.'

As Cindee sat back, licking her lovers juices off of her pouting lips, Sandy slid off the table and faced the woman who had just given her a taste of heaven. She guided Cindee's streamlined form into a reclining pose on the kitchen floor, dying to taste her. She wasted no time raising the woman's tight skirt above her hips, making her cunt more accessible to the starving lover. After a hasty removal of her friend's stockings, Sandy placed her hands gently on the insides of her thighs. The women's eyes locked once more as Sandy slowly and seductively spread Cindee's legs apart. Their connection was like lightning, strong and direct, each wanting to fully drink in the other's essence.

Sandy was like a child in a candy shop. She was trembling with anticipation as she kissed the inside of Cindee's thighs, wanting only to feel the heat of the woman's body on her lips. Cindee lay perfectly still during Sandy's seduction of her skin, gasping slightly when the first caresses of Sandy's breath blew through her silken mound like a soft wind. Sandy wanted to prolong the kisses as long as possible, but she was so anxious to taste Cindee's juices she lingered only moments. 

Holding the fabric of Cindee's black panties to the side, Sandy dove into her lover's center. The smells, the taste, the warmth were intoxicating to Sandy. She wanted to bury herself inside the enticing folds, becoming one with the glorious lover. The sweet nectars of Cindee's cunt dripped onto Sandy's lips like an overripe apricot. She savored the tangy lotion of her lover and she licked her pussy passionately. Sandy's tongue became an autonomous entity, seeming to disconnect itself from her body as it thrust itself inside and out of the moist caverns.

Cindee rolled her head from side to side, moaning, as she allowed the movement of her hips to match the rhythmic dance of Sandy's tongue. She peered down at the curvaceous girl between her legs. She looked like a flaxen angel with her eyes closed, drinking in the spicy moisture of her lover's essence.

"Oh, Sandy...Sandy." Cindee cried, grabbing her friend's ears. Cindee knew she was on the brink of her climax as she felt the rough nylon of the carpet dig into the soft flesh of her ass. She felt connected to the beautiful girl who was pleasuring her. Connected in a way she couldn't even begin to analyze. Their souls were one, each melting into the other in the creation of perfect passion. 

And then she lost it. Cindee's orgasm, though equally as pleasurable, was more violent than Sandy's. It shook her body like a tornado pulling a barn door from its hinges. Her spinal cord seemed to gel and her knees trembled as Sandy's sucking sent her into a blind fury of intense physical joy. Cindee felt a few drops of sweat drip slowly down her forehead as she cried out to the ceiling, letting the waves roll through her body, first one, and then another. By the time the storm in her subsided, she lay deliriously dreamy with Sandy resting on top of her.

Time stood still at that moment. The two women lay entwined in the kitchen, aware of only each other, and the persistent thumping of their hearts. Sandy wasn't sure how long they lay together, it wasn't clear to her if she fell asleep or simply lost time, but when she regained her composure, she realized that Cindee was no where to be seen. 

'Was this a dream?' Sandy wondered. Looking down at her silk skirt gathered around her waist, she put that thought away. Sandy slowly got to her knees and lifted herself into a standing pose, grabbing the table to support her still wobbly frame. The radio hummed a beautifully sad jazz tune which made Sandy momentarily long for the woman who was inside her a little while earlier. But contentment won her over.

She knew she wouldn't be able to do house work after the tryst. Sandy was far too tranquil. She wanted only to go and run herself a soothing bubble bath and ponder the events of the day. Sandy gathered her things, a peaceful smile adorning her fair features. The air conditioning sent a chill down her spine as she made her way to the bathroom. When Sandy was near the bedroom, she noticed a light spilling into the dark hall. She stood just outside the door, out of sight, listening to the furious rustle of papers and her sultry voice speaking into the phone.

"Ok, Carl, I'm coming back tomorrow, I'm not staying here, just email me the info and I'll take care of everything!" Cindee commanded to the no-doubt intimidated caller. Sandy frowned and tiptoed away from the bedroom door. As Sandy entered the bathroom, she mused upon the amazing events of the last two days. Would she ever be the same? Would she ever be able to think of Cindee as anything other than a lover? Would she ever get to experience Cindee's fiery passion again? Sandy smiled to herself as she filled the tub with hot water, thinking deeply how nice it had been to finally make love to a woman as beautiful and caring as Cindee.