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Family Reunion

By: ReneD



I hadn't seen my half brother since we were 4. Our age difference being mere months. Our mother's were pregnant at the same time, you get the idea. After 25 years and much searching, I'd found him online. And much to my surprise, he was as curious about me as I was about him. We decided to meet over drinks and compare notes. 

I sat down at the bar, not really knowing what to expect. I knew he had dark hair, like me, was 5'10" and his name was Jay. I looked around the bar. Everyone seemed to either be balding or had dark hair. I saw one in particular who was quite handsome. I idly wondered what he looked like nude. There was no way he was a relative. I'd seen members of my family from my dad's side, he couldn't be one of them. I looked at the clock. He had 4 minutes.

As I looked down inside my purse to check to see if my cell phone was on, I felt a presence behind me. "Lorena?" A deep voice asked.

I turned around. It was the nice looking guy from the other end of the bar. "Jay?" It took me awhile to articulate the simple name.

"I thought that was you," he said to me. "I saw you when you came in--you're beautiful."

"Thanks." I blushed. It suddenly felt as if I were on a blind date and not meeting my half brother. "I guess if I needed a brother, you're a cute one to have," I reciprocated his statement.

Jay smiled and held his hand out, which I shook. He noticed her nails were painted purple. "Do you wanna stay here or get something to eat?" he looked behind them at the booths. He felt his cock twitch as she touched his hand. He thought about how wrong it was to get a hard on from his sister's touch, but he couldn't help it.

"Um, yeah, I'm a little hungry." I had to think, but finally agreed.

Jay led the way to a booth and sat down across from her. He couldn't help but notice how huge her breasts were. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose t-shirt, but his first impression when she walked into the bar had been "damn, she's hot." Now that he knew she was his sister, half sister he corrected himself, he couldn't get it out of his head. 

"So, are you married or any of that?" I asked him. I crossed my legs, my too-tight jeans rubbing against my clit, I felt a slight twinge of pleasure. Oh God, the thought of my brother is making me wet, I thought.

"Nah," he shook his head. "I was engaged once, but that didn't work out," he told her. "You?"

"No. I'm between relationships."

They glanced at the menus and ordered, both steaks. They smiled at the similarity. "Dad likes steaks too." He said.

"Do you have any pictures of anyone?" I asked him.

"No, I was in a hurry when I left the house and forgot them. We could always go back and look later," he suggested.

"Maybe. So, what was your childhood like?" I asked. I'd always imagined that if I had lived with my father, I wouldn't have turned out so good.

Jay shrugged. "The usual, I guess. I had to work when I was 15, lost my virginity when I was 16, got arrested when I was 17," he rambled off the milestones.

I nodded, taking it all in. "Arrested for?" I poked the straw into the soda.

"Shoplifting." He sipped his beer.

They stuck to small talk through dinner, neither one getting their mind off sex. They skipped dessert. I thought I might regret it, but I asked anyway. "So, about those pictures?"

"Oh! You wanna go see? I can show you where everyone lives," he stood up, throwing two twenties down onto the table. 

Everyone consisted of her aunt she hadn't seen in nearly 15 years, her uncle she hadn't seen in 20 years, and her dad and stepmother's house. "Wanna go say hi?" Jay smiled, joking.

"Uhh, no." Maybe some day, but I was still bitter about the whole thing.

He unlocked his front door. Lorena had to remind herself he was her brother.

"Thirsty?" He asked her, closing the door but not locking it.

I shook my head and sat down on the couch. He sat next to me grabbing a photo album. He flipped through a few pages. 

"That's dad, a year ago." He pointed, sitting a little closer to her. He could look down her shirt and see the soft curve of her breast. She's your sister, his mind screamed at him. Sister or not, she was hot.

I curiously looked at the picture. Their dad still had hair. A moustache and a bit of beer belly. I noticed he looked better than he did when had been younger.

He showed her pictures of her aunt and uncle, his too, he had smiled. They looked mostly the same. A few cousins she had never seen before. 

"So," he sat back and flipped on the tv. 

"Yeah, this is just weird." Does he feel the way I do? "I had no idea you cared about meeting me."

He shrugged. "You're my half sister, of course I was curious." He flipped the channel. A porn movie was on one of the higher channels. "Whoa. Sorry." He changed the channel.

"Not like I haven't seen that."

"No? So tell me, when did you lose your virginity?" He smiled, joking. Mostly.

"I was almost 18. You?" Then I remembered he'd already told me. Oh well.

"Sixteen." He purposely turned it back to the porn on tv.

The girl on tv was masturbating. "Do you do that?"

I had to roll my eyes. "Doesn't everyone?" I laughed, getting aroused.

"So I've heard." He looked at the girl on tv. "Your tits are bigger than hers, I bet," he smiled and looked over at her.

I scrutinized the girl on tv. They were definitely smaller than mine. "Yeah, I think so." The guy on tv rubbed his cock on the girl's tits.

"Can I see 'em?" Jay asked his sister.

I blushed again. "I guess." What was the harm in looking? I unhooked my bra and took it off, then pulled up my shirt.

Jay smiled. "Damn." He raised his hand to touch them. "Can I?"

"Sure." I didn't care if he was my brother. Half brother, I pointed out to myself. I was horny. I closed my eyes and he started to manipulate my nipples between his fingers. 

Jay smiled. She liked it. He lowered his head and sucked her nipples while squeezing the rest of her breast. He definitely had a raging hard on now. He sat back and adjusted his pants.

"Sorry," I smirked and gestured at his crotch.

"Wanna help me with it?" He asked shyly.

"Umm," my mind was suddenly full of questions. Two actually. To fuck my own brother or not to fuck my brother. "I guess so. You got me all wet too."

"I do, huh?" I nodded. "Can I see?"

I stood up and slipped my pants off, then the panties. I sat on the couch sideways and spread my legs for my brother. "See?"

He smiled and slipped a finger through her pussy lips. "Nice," he sucked his finger. He leaned down and slipped his tongue over her pussy, sliding over her clit, feeling it twitch. He inserted two fingers inside his sister's body. "Damn, you're tight." He mumbled, his mouth more importantly sucking on her clit. 

He felt her body begin to twitch and he stopped. "My turn," he smiled deviously. He stood up and sat on the back of the couch. "Suck it."

I happily obliged. I'd been wondering when he'd ask. I knelt, lowering my head into his crotch. I took my brother's cock in my mouth. The taboo-ness of the act only made me hornier. I sucked him as if I were going for an award. First Prize Cocksucker of Relatives. 

Jay tensed up, "I'm gonna cum," he warned her. I just sucked harder, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He shot his load down his sister's throat. 

I smiled, looking up at him. "Well, now I can't say I've never tried incest."

Jay rubbed his cock on his sister's large tits. A few drops of cum dripped on her nipples. 

"I'm still wet. Well wetter," I teased him, dragging a finger through my pussy. "See?" I held up my finger and showed him before licking my taste off my finger.I watched his cock stiffen again at the sight. 

"Can I fuck you?" He asked her.

"You'd better." I slid my hand up to my breasts and squeezed my nipples and bit my lower lip.

Jay slid off the back of the couch and leaned into her, he nibbled her breasts, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He slid his cock over her wet pussy before pressing the cockhead against her body's entrance. "You sure?" Lorena breathed an "uh huh" and Jay slid his cock inside his sister. "Oh, fuck," he moaned.

I raked my fingernails over his back, "lemme get on top," I moaned.

Jay maneuvered around and was pleased to look up and see his sister riding him like an expert. His sister was the best lover he'd ever had. He reached up and took a large breast in each hand, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He ran his hands down to her ass and squeezed her cheeks.

"Oh yeah, stick your finger in my ass," I growled like a sexy beast.

Jay circled her asshole, tapping his finger on it with each upward thrust of hips. He slid his finger down and scooped some of her sweet pussy juice and used it as a lube. He slowly slid his finger into her ass. She moaned in pleasure. He stuck it in her ass as far as it would go. He finger fucked her ass as she rode him even faster.

The front door opened, but my back was to the door. "I hope that's another man," I sighed, not bothering to turn around.

"Yeah, um, you want him in your ass, don't you?" Lorena nodded, her finger dancing around her clit and feeling Jay's cock sliding in and out of her.

Jay gestured to the newcomer and in an instant, the guy was behind me. I could feel his cockhead getting slippery. He reached into a drawer and then squirted some cold lube on my asshole. He pushed his cockhead in and I groaned. He was bigger than Jay. I leaned over, spreading my asshole for him. He slowly slid into my ass, and I could myself stretching. I grimmaced in pain, but it soon disappeared as Jay started to buck his hips up and own again.

"Oooh, yeah, I love your ass," the guy said as he slowly pumped into the beauty's asshole. Slowly at first, but faster and faster. Feeling his friend's cock through the thin skin inside her added to it.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck!" I groaned, thrusting my ass back on the strange guys thick cock. "Uh, uh, oh yeah," I moaned. I was so close. I felt so full. It was exquisite.

"You like that, bitch?" The new guy crooned in her ear 

The two men got into a steady rhythm so that they were both plunging inside her at the same time. The new guy held her hips firmly as Jay held her tits for leverage.

The guy in her ass thrust up one last time and came inside her.

I grabbed the edge of the couch as an orgasm tore through me. I could feel my pussy contracting around Jay's cock and my asshole contracted around the strange guys cock that was still in my ass. It felt so good I didn't want it to end.

The new guy pulled his cock from her dripping ass and smiled. "That was fun."

"Yeah, Dad, we need to do this more often."

Dad? What? I looked around. My dad had just fucked me in the ass. I blushed. "Hi, Dad," I smiled. 

After the initial shock, my weekend visits got to be normal. Too bad I don't have a sister to get in on the act with.

Family Reunion



I've always hated family reunions. I feel like a fifth wheel, aimlessly spinning out into space while the rest of the world revolves around me. I expected to feel no differently at this gathering but was pleasantly surprised to see my Aunt Nora, fanning herself under a shady tree.

"Aunt Nora! What are you doing here?"

She broke into a smile, holding her arms open for me to slip into and we held the hug for several seconds. Aunt Nora's general health had been declining for the last few years and she was usually unable to attend any family function except Aunt Bee's Christmas party. To see her here was like opening a window in a stale house. We finally released each other and I knelt beside her chair, still holding her hands.

"I'm here to enjoy the festivities, you moron." She laughed, wiping tears away. "I should ask you the same question. I thought you hated these things."

I sighed. "I do, but Mom got me up at the crack of dawn to help her with the food so ... "

"So you thought you might as well come along and have some of Ginny's famous barbecued ribs, eh?"

My stomach growled at the mere mention of my mother's cooking. I wasn't 220 pounds for lack of eating, that was for sure! "Please, Aunt Nora, I'm already starving." I surveyed the rest of the party, taking in the decorations as well as the people milling about. "Why would Mom hold a family reunion on Veteran's Day?"

"Seems as good a day as any." Aunt Nora shrugged, using a tattered tissue to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead. "Besides, it's a holiday as well."

Veteran's Day had never been a holiday in our house. It was never spoken of as was the man whose pictures littered every mantle and shelf in our home. We didn't feel like celebrating war when someone we loved so dearly had never returned from its clutches.

"Aunt Nora, what do you know about my father?"

She just stared at me for a long moment. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. No one ever talks about him ... "

"And for good cause, David. The Gulf war was horrible."

"Yes, but it's been more than ... "

"I know how long it's been, David. Time doesn't necessarily make things easier to handle."

"But why won't anyone talk about him?"

Again, that funny look from my favorite aunt. "Honey, leave it alone. Have fun at the reunion today and just leave it alone."

Frustrated, I stood up and just looked down at her. I knew I wouldn't get any more information from her. Aunt Nora was not jokingly known around our family as 'Aunt Knox' for nothing. Once you told her a secret and asked her not to tell anyone else, her lips were zipped and that only made me more curious. Obviously, she was hiding something. Why?

I decided to find my Aunt Bee next, knowing that she enjoyed gossip and would let me know what was going on. I found her in a quiet and deep conversation with my mother and when she spotted me, both turned toward me, fake smiles plastered on their faces. I gave my Aunt Bee a kiss, not missing the conspiratorial wink she gave my mother.

"Hello, ladies. What are we whispering about?"

"None of your business!" My mother exclaimed, tugging on my ear as she had when I was a mischievous little kid. "Why are you so interested in what old women are saying to each other?"

"Mom, you've never lied to me, right?"

"Right."

"Then why are you lying now?"

She just stared at me for a few minutes, flustered and searching for an answer. Aunt Bee looked away, clearly uncomfortable with her sister's situation. "She's not lying."

"What is she not lying about?"

Aunt Bee looked over at Mom and shook her head. "You might as well tell him, Nancy."

"Tell me what?"

"About your father, David."

"My father's dead, right? He died in Kuwait, right?" I could tell by Mom's reaction that my statements weren't true. "He's alive?"

"Come with me, David."

Mom led me outside, away from my aunt who was crying openly and she took my arm, giving me a squeeze. "I never talked about your Dad because it was so painful to think that he was dead. I couldn't give up the hope that someday, he would come home safe and sound." She paused, breaking into deep sobs and I swallowed against the lump in my throat. What was going on? "David, I want you to meet your father."

A man in a dark suit stood from his place on the bench and I froze in place as he limped forward on a cane. "David? Last time I saw you, you were eight years old." His voice shook with the emotion he was feeling and tears fell down my cheeks as I remembered our last meeting. Mom and I saying goodbye to him at the induction station, waving to him as he boarded the bus. He extended his hand. "David Laughton, senior."

I was almost sobbing too hard to reply but I took his hand, then threw my arms around him, holding on for dear life. "Welcome home, Dad."



Family Reunion



Every year Alex's family all got together for a massive family reunion. The event was less then 2 weeks away and Alex found himself constantly thinking about his great aunt and uncles 18 year old daughter Tasha.

For as long as he could remember he always thought she was very attractive and often wished that they weren't cousins. He would lay back on his bed day dreaming about her flowing golden hair and how it sparkled under the sun light. He nearly drooled as he thought about her nicely developed C cup breasts. They sat in her shirt when her nipples were erect showing through. He couldn't wait, the anticipation was driving him crazy!

Finally the day had arrived and his parent's packed their van and headed to the National park where the reunion was being held.

Alex found himself going crazy looking through all the people trying to find that one person he was most eager to see. In the distance he could just make out the blonde hair and knew right away who it was "She is here, oh my god I have to control myself" he thought to himself. 

After all his dreaming about Tasha he went out of his way to avoid her until the family base ball game started and they were put on opposite teams. 

Alex was put on as short stop and anxiously waited for Tasha to step up to plate. When she finally did he was amazed to see how well she could hold the bat and swing at the incoming balls. After two swings she connected and the ball flew threw the air towards second base. Alex couldn't help himself as he watched her run towards second. Her boobs bouncing up and down with every step and the look of determination, Alex felt his penis begin to grow in his pants. On her way past she winked at him causing him to almost melt. 

Tasha was a friendly girl who got along with almost anyone and she was always flirting with people no matter who they were. Tasha always made sure she attended these functions with the sexiest bikini she could get her hands on. 

Some of the teens decided to head to a different part of the park so that they could smoke and get away from the adults for a bit, Alex and Tasha went too.

One of the people there suggested they play blind folded marko polo, all thought that would be fun and drew sticks to see who would go first. Alex ended up picking the short stick and was forced to go blind folded. He was very nervous with not being that great of swimmer so he made sure to tell the others not to let him go too deep.

Alex went onto the beach and began to count to fifty and once he reached the number he alerted his relatives that he was coming after them. His turn felt like it was going on forever it didn't matter how much the called out to lead him in their direction, he couldn't catch anyone. Most of the ones playing had quietly exited the water without Alex knowing about it, this only left Tasha and a couple others further out in the water. 

Alex had nearly given up when he bellowed "MARKO" and he heard Tasha call out from very near by, his heart began to pump and for a second it was like he was frozen there. He lunged at her with his hands straight out in front grabbing a hold of something that felt a bit squishy. This new feeling made him curious and he continued to squeeze onto it until he came to her erect nipple pointed through the bikini material "OH SHIT!!" he yelled "I AM SOOO SORRY!!". He was so embarrassed as he removed his blind fold. 

Tasha was blind folded and directed to the beach next, she did her counting thing and then headed back towards the water, calling out for people. She ignored the ones who were near by and it seemed she was only after one person....Alex!

Alex felt her approaching him from behind and didn't want to take off cause she would feel the rush from the water so he stood there like a statue. Suddenly he felt hands come up behind him grabbing his butt cheek, then the hand came around to the front of his trunks grabbing a hold of his wrinkled penis. "Ok, ok you got me"yelled Alex. The game had gone on for so long that it was time for dinner so all the cousins headed towards the picnic area. Alex wondered what had happened in the water, was it an accident or did she really intend on touching him the way she did? 

Everyone was taking their seats and to his surprise Tasha set her plate right next to where he would be sitting. Alex filled his plate and took a deep breath heading back to his seat. There was a lot of noise from people talking and kids yelling that he had to struggle to hear what Tasha was telling him.

He had taken a mouth full of food when he heard her whisper in his ear "I wonder how big you would have been out of the water?". Alex felt his little friend perk up a bit and hoped that Tasha or anyone else couldn't see. Tasha made a very bold move and placed her hand on her leg and then slid it over to Alexs leg, rubbing his hairy thigh

"Ohh god" thought Alex "What the hell is she doing??".

Tasha slowly worked her hand up his thigh until she neared his private area. Alex did not make eye contact with her at all and sat there eating as if nothing was going on. He began to feel her hand on the outside of his shorts searching for his penis. Her hand was hidden by the drapping table cloth so they were the only two who knew what was going on. The touch of her hand sent a chill through his body and a warm sensation in his shorts as he began to get more erect. 

Dinner seemed to go by way too fast and before he was ready to stand up everyone was taking their plates to the garbage. He couldn't believe he just let Tasha rub his dick he was almost disgusted with himself but too damn horny to let it bother him that much. He took his time getting up from the table to allow his little man to go back to sleep.

The older men all got two huge bon fires going and began to sing songs while the moon started to fill the sky. 

Off in the distance there was a big game of hide and seek going on. Alex found a near by bush to hide under. Tasha wasn't having much luck getting a good spot so he whispered to her to come and join him. The two sat in the bush all alone in the dark watching as the others ran around like a bunch of crazy fools. 

Tasha then looked at Alex and said "can I play with you a bit more now, I really like how you feel" Alex looked at her and just smiled sheepishly. "Lay back" she instructed him pushing his back down onto the ground "now lets get these pants off you so I can see what you really got" Alex just laid there and let her take full control over his body. She removed his pants from his waist line pulling them down to his knees, letting his floppy penis just lay there exposed.

Tasha lied next to him and started to massage his dick in her hands causing it to grow quickly "oh its so nice Alex". 

Alex was in heaven as he lay there and being jerked off by Tasha. "I wonder what she feels like?" he thought to himself. 

Tasha looked him straight in the eye and asked if he had ever kissed a girl, to this he replied with "well just a quick peck or 2, nothing special". With that she brought her mouth next to his and connected them. First it was just lips but quickly he felt her tongue trying to get into his mouth, it felt so strange but so nice at the same time.

Their tongues began to swirl together as their spit went from one mouth to the other. He loved the way her lips were so soft and moist. He thought that now might be a good time to take his chances and grab one of her tits. At first he just patted at them not really knowing what to do. With verbal guidance from her he started to twirl his fingers around her erect nipples and areola. He couldn't see what they looked like but the feeling was giving him a good enough picture in his head. 

The 2 lay there in the bush for a few more minutes carrying out basic foreplay. Tasha then decided she wanted to take him in her mouth and without warning him first she lowered her body down keeping a firm hold of his penis.

He felt her stiff tongue touch the slightly leaky head and then getting sucked into her mouth. Alex laid there in disbelief as he watched his second cousin's head bouncing up and down. Alex was around 7" so Tasha had no problems swallowing his tool. She twirled her tongue all over the shaft sucking in his head and pushing it down her throat, twisting her tongue around it on the way back up. Alex had hit the point of no return and began to thrust his hips as his salty cream shot into the back of Tashas throat.

After the experience they thought it best that they join the others incase they might be getting worried. No one cared where they were at and just figured they had an awesome hiding place. Due to that hiding spot and them not being caught they were free to go off and hide a second time. Both looked at each other and smiled devilishly as they took off into the darkness back to the same bush.

Alex had recovered from his cousins warm, moist mouth that had just cleaned him right out or so he thought. Tasha didn't waste anytime and scooped him into her arms kissing his neck, mouth and ears. "Im so glad we finally got to be alone Alex, I've waited years for this very moment". Alex felt that warm feeling go through his body again. "but there is something I would like to show that Im pretty sure you haven't seen yet" Tasha continued. 

"Ok what is it?" asked curious Alex who already had a small idea of what she was talking about.

"Ok Alex I want you to close your eyes for a minute, ok?". So Alex did what was being requested and laid there with his eyes closed tight. Beside him he could hear Tasha fidgeting with what he thought might be her clothing. Tasha reached over and took Alex by the hand guiding him between her legs, immediately he could feel the warmth coming from her pussy. Within seconds his fingers were running on her lips, moving them up and down the centre of this new space.

It felt so wet and warm as his finger found its way down to her hole effortlessly it slid into the opening causing her to let out a little moan. "Listen to what I say Alex, I'll teach you how I like this done" she told him as he explored her inner body. "Ok" she said in a lower voice "I want you to take your finger out and go up the centre until you feel a tiny bump". Alex did as he was asked.

"Ok now I want you to run your finger over that bump lightly and don't scratch it". Alex very quickly figured out that this little bump he was playing with was her swollen clit. He paid close attention on how she reacted to his touch and started to feel this overwhelming urge to taste her. 

There he was going on a treasure hunt in his cousins snatch and all the world seemed to have disappeared. He got good at playing with her different areas and found his hand getting soaked quickly as her juices oozed out on them. His curiosity got the best of him and he secretly slid one of his drenched fingers into his mouth, and was shocked at how good she tasted. Alex relaxed back onto the grass as Tasha lay next to him panting still trying to recover from what had just happened. 

In the distance they could hear their names being called and were forced to head back towards their families for a bit.

They sat on different sides of the fire and sang along with the rest of the people there. They sang and hung out for nearly 2 hours when some one said "wow its already 1am, we had all better get to bed!".

Alex was 19 and was forced to share a tent with his 15yr old brother. He could hear some rustling coming from his parents tent and his mom letting out a little giggles. He knew what they were up to and tried to bury his head in his pillow in hopes that he would just fall asleep. As always his little side kick down below had other ideas. After fighting off the feeling without winning the battle and not being able to relieve himself he thought it best he leave the tent, and go for a walk until the feeling left him.

Tasha never slept too much and had been that way since she was younger. Her parents had to keep a lock on her door to keep her from escaping in the middle of the night and get into trouble. Luckily for her, they couldn't put a lock on the tent! She lay in her tent totally bored and decided to look out the window in the tent and seen Alex wondering around aimlessly. 

Alex had found his way to his family's van, and let himself in using his own set of keys. Once in the van he curled up on one of the back seats and just got comfortable when he heard a tap on the back window, it was Tasha! Alex felt his body tingle as he got up and opened the back Alex grew aroused but had to ask her what she was doing there. Without answering Tasha pushed him aside to allow herself in. Once she was in the van she told him how she seen him walking and how she couldn't sleep so she thought they might hang out til they drifted off.

Alex went back to lying down on the seat with Tasha starring down at him. "What do you want Tash?" he asked.

"I want you, I really really want you" she replied Alex felt himself getting aroused and had hoped that she would suck him again but she wanted more this time. She took him by the hand and led him to the open space at the back of the van. 

She sat down and started to remove all her clothing, telling Alex to do the same. Within a few seconds both them were there completely naked looking at each other with lustful eyes. "What are we going to do now?" Alex asked as he tickled at his penis.

"Come here and I'll show you Alex!" so he moved closer to her finding her mouth first and started to play with her breasts that he just loved the softness of. "Ok Alex, slide your body down onto the floor and put your face between my legs, I need you to eat me now".

Alex was scared shitless he had heard horror stories from his friends about this and it caused him to start to protest as she pushed down on his shoulders. He didn't want to upset her and very quickly found his face just inches from her moist cunt. "Now start licking and sucking on it" instructed Tasta. "Move your tongue kinda like you moved your fingers earlier, and don't forget to use your fingers too!".

Alex really got into the act quickly and enjoyed how she squirmed as he'd nibble gently on her clit and how she would moan when he would fuck her with his fingers. It all was going too well for her and she began to thrash around as her sweet cum began to drain into his awaiting mouth.

Tasha was not convinced that this was the first time he had ever preformed oral sex. So he explained to her how his parents would have sex in the livingroom. Spying on them from the stairway, watching everything they would do to eachother. He could never figure out why his dad enjoyed having his mothers private in his mouth but now he knew. 

Alex felt his own cock throbbing, he fully expected it was going to go into Tashas mouth again so he asked her "Are you gonna suck me again?".

Tasha chuckled "Nope not at all, I told you I wanted YOU!". Tasha held her arms out still breathing a bit heavy from cumming so hard.

Taking Alex into her arms and caressing him. She whispered in his ear "ok now your are going to let me have you Alex". Alex was nervous because he knew what that meant and had no idea if he would be any good or not. Tasha reached down and took hold of his meat guiding it towards her drenched pussy lips. Alex thought he would explode right then with the wet sensations touching the head of his dick. 

She lined his cock up to her demanding hole and told him to start moving his hips towards her. "Try not to focus on how good it feel's so much Alex" Tasha warned "that way it might last longer then a couple thrusts". That was extremely difficult as his nicely shaped head started to enter her and then the rest of him. "Ohhh god" Tasha moaned as his sidekick fully entered her. Alex could feel the pressure building up but tried to do as she asked and not think about it. Alex couldn't help but think about how wet and warm she felt and how her pussy seemed to cling to his penis.

As he moved in and out he could feel the wetness slopping in and out with him, he thought to himself "Why did I wait so long for this?". She put her hands on his hips and began to force him to move harder, wanting him to slam her but he was in no shape to. Instead he felt his cock begin to pulsate as the incredible feeling of his first sex orgasm started.

"Oh shit!" yelled Tasha "PULL IT OUT, PULL IT OUT!!!" He did manage to pull out in time before the full brunt of his explosion happened.

Alex was a little bothered at the thoughts of not lasting long and tried not to talk about it with Tasha until she brought it up. She told him that it was ok cause it was his first time and asked him how he liked it, Alex got the biggest grin on his face and looked right at her and said "that was incredible! Can we do that again??".

Tasha just laughed and said "maybe next year". 

He wasn't going to have to wait an entire year to get with her again. In fact he only had to wait about 10 minutes until things started happening again. He mounted her yet again and this time he lasted much longer and got to learn what they both liked. Tasha did cum that time making him feel her cum splash by him on its way out of her body, making her lips contract around his partner....again he had to pull out quickly! 

The 2 carried on for about 2 hours til they seen the sun starting to rise. Alex was the first to jump up freaking out thinking his parents might know he was gone by now. He and Tasha exited the van quietly and headed back to their tents falling asleep quickly. Both slept til nearly noon.

Around 3pm everyone started pulling out of the park to head back home. Alex was feeling sad thinking he was going to see Tasha again until the following year. She came over to him and gave him a hug whispering in his ear "make sure you come visit me soon, there is so much I want to show you!" 

It would be 2 months before he felt her skinny body pushed up against him but it was well worth the wait.



Family Reunion



Chapter 1 

Monday, August 18

As Tom opened the door to the chiropractic clinic and entered, he saw Sara Hensley standing at the receptionist's counter. She was wearing a well-tailored grey suit, jacket and skirt, and a white silk blouse. Her four-inch heels matched the color of her suit. The skirt was short, definitely above the knees, but not scandalously short She looked great. She was holding some file folders in her hand and was talking to the receptionist, an attractive brunette who, Tom estimated, was close to Sara's age. Sara looked as good formally dressed as she had in her cropped T-shirt, shorts, and running shoes.

Three days earlier, Tom had been riding on the paved, multi-use path beside the Little River, one of two rivers that flowed through River City. It had been an absolutely gorgeous morning. The air was still cool, although it would get to 100 degrees later, according to that day's weather forecast. It was mid-August and August was always hot in River City.

Tom was alive and well, twenty-one years old and about to start his fourth year at River City U., majoring in history, his first love academically. His father, Daniel Reynolds, was a professor of mathematics at River City U. That didn't bother Tom at all. His dad and he had a good relationship. He had been raised by his father after his mother had abandoned them and run off with another man when he was only two years old. He had no memories of her.

Tom, like his father, kept himself fit and trim. They both worked out with weights. They were workout partners and they both used the twenty-three mile long multi-use path along the Little River on a regular basis, as well as doing high intensity interval training.

Tom was giving it his all, pedaling like a bat out of hell, which was not a particularly good idea that morning, at least, not where he was on the path. The path passed through one of the city parks at that point and the day before one of the big sprinklers for the soccer field had broken and washed a good bit of sand and gravel down onto it. The city workmen assigned to the park had stopped the flood and repaired the sprinkler but no one had cleared off the path yet. Tom was tearing around a tight curve when he hit the spot of sand and gravel. He went down quickly. The bicycle shooting out from under him and he went bouncing and tumbling off into the weeds and brush beside the trail.

That was when he met Sara Hensley. She had been out for her morning run and was coming from the opposite direction when she saw Tom go down. He was just beginning to pick himself up out of the weeds when she reached him.

"Wait! Don't move," she cautioned.

Tom looked up and saw the face of an angel. A perspiring angel, but an angel, nevertheless. She had fine, light blonde hair, no dark roots in evidence... natural? Her hair was cut short and very stylish. The angel had incredibly blue eyes, which seemed to sparkle even with concern on her face, a face with balanced even features. And her mouth—generous without being too generous and well-shaped full lips without that pouty "bee-stung" look. This woman was beautiful or, as Tom like to say, a babe and a half, a phrase he'd picked up from his father. He felt a strange attraction to her. Something about her seemed familiar yet he knew he'd never set eyes on her before now.

Tom himself was blonde, but a couple of shades darker than this woman's hair. And his eyes were very blue like hers. She almost looked old enough to be his mother. Immediately, he rejected that idea. First of all, he didn't want her to be his mother because, even in his dazed state of mind, he felt himself sexually attracted to her and that couldn't happen with his mother. Second, his mother had left him and his father and run away with another man when Tom was just a toddler. His father had destroyed all the photos he'd had of his wife, Tom's mother.

"Are you my guardian angel?" Tom blurted out before he realized he had put into voice what he was thinking.

Sara grinned, then laughed. "No young man, I'm not an angel."

Dimples, Tom thought. And beautiful, even, white teeth. My God, I'm in love!

Having been raised without a mother, Tom had a thing for older women. He was no fool. This woman, his angel, was no eighteen to twenty year old babe. She was a mature woman, probably in her early, or at the most, mid-thirties, and she was an honest-to-God damned good-looking woman and Tom was in lust, true, natural, horny male lust.

"Are you sure I haven't died and gone to heaven? Tom asked.

Sara laughed more heartily this time. Tom loved hearing the sound of her laughter.

"I think you're just a little dazed." Sara said.

Tom was fascinated with her elegant throat and small, beautiful ears. He wondered what it would be like to nuzzle her neck and ears and... . His cock was waking up, starting to become erect, increasing the bulge in his lycra biking shorts.

"Seriously, young man, you took a nasty fall. Do you feel any broken bones?

With Sara's help, Tom stood up and carefully flexed and moved his torso, arms, and legs. "No. I think I'm okay, except for the 'road rash'." His left knee and elbow and part of his forearm, as well as some of his left side, were beginning to bleed around the embedded sand and grit. Tom had been riding without a shirt.

As Tom began picking and brushing out some of the bigger pieces of debris from his wounds, wincing slightly as he did, Sara took a gook look at him. She liked what she saw. He was tall, definitely over six feet. Blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, a great smile. He had broad, well-muscled chest, shoulders and arms. Not hypertrophied like a body builder, more like a serious athlete. His slim waist and six-pack abs looked very nice to her, not to mention his strong thighs.

Sara, she told herself, you ought to be ashamed. He's young enough to be your son. That thought gave an old mental scar a twinge. It had been twenty years ago when, after a major fight over her husband's infidelity and her declaration that she was going to divorce him, he had kidnapped their son Robert, and disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again. Sara sighed and refocused on the present. The past was the past and there was nothing she could do about it.

Sara felt a warm feeling in her loins and realized that, while her mind had been analyzing this young man, her body was reacting to his very masculine physical presence. She blushed and turned away from Tom, as though looking down the bike path.

"Well, listen... uh—" she started to say as she turned back to face Tom.

"Tom. Tom Reynolds... Mrs...?

Tom thought he'd seen a bit of a flush on his angel's face and a perturbed look in her eyes when she turned away from him. He also noticed, openly, when her back was to him, her shapely, tanned legs, firm ass in her snug-fitting shorts, and a slim waist with a flat stomach under her crop-top T-shirt. And her skin, where he could see it, had a lovely golden tan. When she turned back around to face him, he had a quick flash profile look at her and realized that she was nicely filling out her sports bra under her T-shirt.

"Oh not Mrs., Tom," Sara said with a smile. She had her little flair of sexual emotion under control now and was actually amused with herself. She decided that it was okay to be physically attracted to this young man.

"I'm Sara Hensley," she introduced herself and held out her hand for Tom to shake.

He took it in his and gave it a pleasant squeeze and shake. "Very nice to meet you, Ms. Hensley." He had also noticed that her left hand didn't have a wedding ring on it.

Sara laughed again. "Oh, you can call me Sara. No reason to be formal." She looked directly into Tom's blue eyes and gave him a coy little smile.

Now it was Tom's turn to blush. His stomach quivered. Is she coming on to me? he wondered. He also noticed that his cock was not only awake now, it was beginning to grow.

"Well, Sara, I think I'm going to be okay... and thanks for stopping to help me," Tom said. He turned towards his bike, lying in the gravel at the edge of the pavement, but the move was actually to hide the growing bulge in his shorts.

"Oh, you're quite welcome, Tom," Sara said. She smiled inwardly, figuring she had just scored a direct hit in the flirting game. "But if you have any problems in the next couple of days—sometimes a back or neck problem won't show up right away—then why don't you pay a visit to River View Chiropractic. I work there."

"Oh, so should I call you Dr. Hensley, then?" Tom asked. He had picked up his bike and had turned it and himself around so he was facing Sara again, the bike between them to try and hide the bulge in his shorts. He was enjoying the direct looks and smiles she was giving him.

"No, I'm the office manager. But we have four good doctors who can help you if you need it." She smiled to herself, she'd noticed that Tom was putting the bicycle seat between her and his crotch. Okay, she thought, I think he likes me.

Well, Sara, I might just do that if, as you say, I develop a pain or two in the next couple of days.

Sara nodded. "Please do come in, Tom, if anything develops." What a good-looking and nice young man. I wonder if he would even consider having sex with an older woman? Sara asked herself. She almost blushed again. But Sara knew that she was a good-looking, forty-one year old woman. She got hit on enough even by young men and, though she didn't think of herself as vain, she liked what she saw when she looked at herself naked in the mirror.

"Well, if you're sure you're okay, I've got to go or I'll be late for work."

Tom stuck out his hand. He just had to make physical contact again. "Okay, Ms. Hensley. And thanks again."

"Sara, remember?" Sara said with a seductive smile. She took his hand and gave it a sensual squeeze.

"Yes, of course, Sara," Tom was trying to delay their parting for as long as possible. "But, really. Thank you for stopping. I do appreciate it."

"You're quite welcome, Tom. But I have run now, literally." She laughed, released his hand, turned and started running back up the path in the direction she had come from. She turned and ran backwards for a few steps. "Maybe I'll see you later, eh?" Sara flashed Tom a big smile. Then she turned and was gone around a curve.

"Bye, bye, Sara," Tom said out loud, but softly, to himself. "Maybe I'll see you sooner rather than later, you total hottie. I think I feel a pain coming on in my back." Tom reached down to give his somewhat tumescent cock a good squeeze, wondering what it would be like to fuck Sara. His first sexual experience had been with an older woman. Since then he'd only had sex with girls near his age. Maybe it was time to experience an older woman again. It had seemed like she had been flirting with him, he was sure, well, he was hoping. There's only one way to find out, he told himself.

Two days later, as he walked into River View Chiropractic, Tom was feeling no pain, except for a little muscle soreness from his fall and from the road rash, which was scabbing up nicely. He was hoping to see and talk with Sara again and hoping that he'd been right about her flirting with him and that she might want to do more that just flirt. He knew he was taking a chance, but what the hell, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

And there she was, tall, cool, elegant, and beautiful. A sophisticated lady. Far different from the concerned, perspiring jogger he'd met two days ago.

Tom's courage almost failed him at that moment. But he took a deep breath and renewed his resolve to stumble through this as best he could. He put a big smile on his face and kept on walking towards the receptionist's counter.

"Why hello, Ms. Hensley," he said.

Sara turned to see who it was and, upon recognizing Tom, gave him a brilliant smile. "Why hello yourself, Tom. And I told you to call me Sara."

Tom blushed and noticed that the receptionist was staring up at him. "You did. But you look so, so, uh, like a professional woman it didn't seem appropriate. That is, you know, having just met the one time."

Sara arched an eyebrow and gave Tom a mischievous smile. She turned to the receptionist. "Did he just say I looked like a pro?" She asked.

The receptionist, Debby, as it was written on her nametag, giggled and grinned. "I do believe he did, Sara."

Tom blushed furiously now and felt almost light-headed but continued gamely, choosing to ignore the implied sexual innuendo. "You said if I feel anything in my back to come and have it checked out. Well, I've developed a little kink in my back, so here I am."

Debby reached for a clipboard with a new patient information form on it. Sara took it from Debby. "This is the young man I was telling you about, who had that accident on his bike."

"Oh yes," Debby said knowingly.

"So, I'll handle this one, Debby," Sara said, giving her a sly wink. 

"Of course, Sara," the receptionist responded with a smile and a stifled giggle. Sara had told her about the "young hunk" on the bike path and how she hoped he would come in, "so I can seduce him," Sara had told her.

Debby had feigned shock. She and Sara were close in age and both attractive women, as well as being single mothers. They went out together often to look at and, sometimes, pick up a "good" man, when they weren't in the middle of one of their serial monogamous relationships. As they often reminded each other, a hard man is good to find, as Mae West once said. Both women enjoyed sex for the pure pleasure of sex and neither of them were particularly looking for "Mr. Right," or marriage. If it happened, it happened. In the meantime they were healthy, attractive women with healthy sexual appetites.

Sara, clipboard in hand, looked Tom directly in the eyes. She smiled sweetly. "Come this way," she said, then turned and walked across the foyer to an office door. Tom dutifully followed her, heart pounding, wondering if Sara had just tossed out another sexual innuendo. He hoped so.

Behind his back, Debby had her head down, a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh out loud. "Right. 'come this way', youngster, or come anyway you can. Good luck, Sara."

The door to Sara's office was open. She walked through the doorway and stood to one side to let Tom pass. "Take the seat there beside my desk, please," she told Tom. As she turned to close the door she saw Debby wink at her and give her a thumb's up. Sara grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at Debby before closing door.

Sara's outward demeanor was calm and collected, but her heart was thumping in her chest. She had never seduced a man this young, at least not since she was that young herself. Also, she had never seduced one in her office. She had an excellent rapport with all the doctors, but she would have to be discreet. So, she wondered, just where to begin? That, she wasn't sure of.

As Sara sat down behind her desk and brought her gaze up to meet Tom's, he solved her problem for her.

"Listen, Sara, I have a confession to make."

"Oh?" She wondered if Tom and she were on the same wavelength. She decided to chance it. "Let me guess, okay?" Her eyes sparkled.

"Sure, sure," Tom almost stuttered, taking in Sara's beauty, her eyes, her dimpled smile. God he loved dimples, or at least he did now.

"You don't have a back problem at all. You came here to see me again." Sara held her breath and prayed she was right.

Tom's eyes locked on to Sara's. He blushed. They both smiled. They both felt their own adrenalin rush and the pounding of their hearts that comes from bold seductive encounters.

"You nailed it, Sara," Tom said and thinking of how he'd love to "nail" her. "My back's fine. I came here hoping to see you again."

"I'm glad you did, Tom. I was hoping you would."

"I'm flattered, Sara, really flattered."

Sara gave a little laugh. "No, Tom, I'm flattered. You're a damned good-looking young man. You're charming and seem to be quite intelligent.

"Oh please, Sara." Tom was blushing again.

"Let me finish, Tom. I'm flattered because, well, because, don't you think I'm too old?"

"Oh hell no, Sara! You're a beautiful woman. Obviously fit and healthy. Your age doesn't matter to me." Actually, the fact that she was an older woman and that she was obviously coming on to him was a serious turn-on for Tom. She might be a "cougar" but he definitely didn't feel like her prey. "And did I mention intelligent, sophisticated, and, and beautiful?"

Sara laughed. "Okay, that's enough. I guess we're on the same page, so to speak, right?"

Tom nodded, but his next words surprised Sara as well as pleased her.

"I love it when you smile or laugh. I love your dimples and the joy that shines out of your eyes."

Wow, Sara thought, this young man is not average by any means. "Why thank you, Tom. What a sweet thing to say." She paused, then let out a big breath. "We're moving along pretty fast here, don't you think?"

"Yes, but I like it. Don't you?"

"Yes I do, Tom." And she meant it. Her pussy was getting wet at the thought of making love to this young hunk.

"But maybe, just maybe, Sara, you might have some second thoughts about me. About me maybe being too young, maybe?" Tom hoped not because his cock was more than half hard just sitting here with Sara, basically setting up a sexual affair with her.

"Well, to be honest, when I first thought about it, which, by the way, was the day we met, I wondered one thing." Sara paused. "You, uh, you are a legal adult aren't you?

Tom laughed. "I'm twenty-one. Just turned. So I guess that's 'legal' enough, right?"

"Oh! Well, yeah," Sara said and grinned. "Actually, I was thinking legal for sex, eighteen. But since you're twenty-one, that's perfect. It will make it easier when we go to dinner and order drinks.

Tom felt like jumping up, dancing around, and shouting with joy. Sara was already thinking of having sex with him.

"But, Tom, I'm going to be perfectly frank with you about my age, something a women isn't supposed to do. But it certainly looks like we are rushing headlong into a, well, a sexual affair... into bed. So I just want you to know that I'm forty-one years old. Twenty years older than you. Are you sure you want this old woman?

Tom gave Sara a big grin. He wanted to get up again and do a victory dance now that the fact that he was going to have sex with this hot older woman had been stated openly. And his cock was now nearly completely hard.

"First of all, Sara, you're not old and you're a whole lot better looking that many women twenty years younger than you.

Sara smiled. "Thank you," she said.

"When I first saw you," Tom continued, "I thought you were in your early thirties. Later, I revised that up to thirty-five. But I wouldn't have told you that for fear that I was correct or maybe had overshot your age a bit. So if you, or anyone else, had asked me, I would have said you were thirty, maybe thirty-one, maaa-bye thirty-two."

"Thank you, again, Tom Reynolds. You are most kind and quite gallant." Sara was beaming openly, enjoying this verbal foreplay. In fact, she could feel that her pussy was engorged with blood and slippery with her vaginal lubrication. If it hadn't been the middle of the workday, if she and Tom were the last ones in the building and she was getting ready to lock up, she would have had him take her right there on her desk. She'd always fantasized a scenario like that but had never done it. Or maybe she would lead him back to one of the examination and treatment rooms and have him fuck her there. It was a thought. Maybe she would arrange it, later.

"Second," Tom said, "you have the body of a twenty-something woman, from what I saw of it the other day. In fact, I know a few, um, girls, who... well, let's just say, they could take lessons from you."

Sara clapped her hands and laughed out loud. "Oh my! Thank you so much, Sir Thomas the Gallant." She was, of course, quite flattered and quite pleased.




Family Reunion



"You are most welcome, my Lady of the Angels," Tom replied with a big smile. He realized that by being truthful he was making serious points with Sara.

"So no, Sara," Tom went on seriously, "your being forty-one is not a problem at all. What I see is a beautiful, intelligent, sophisticated woman with whom I would very much like to make love to and have an affair."

Tom was shocked with himself for having put his thought so openly into words. He knew having an affair was where they were going, he just wasn't used to stating something like that so directly so soon. But, then, she had started it by asking him how old he was—old enough to be "legal" for sex.

Sara didn't have a problem with Tom's words at all. She leaned forward and put out her hands, which Tom automatically took in his. She squeezed his hands tightly, her heart was beating hard in her chest. "I like you, Tom Reynolds. I like the fact that you came here today looking for me. I like your honesty and boldness. And I surely do want to fuck you, too, as soon as possible."

Tom felt like his cock was going to burst through his pants when he heard Sara's words.

"Well, okay then," Tom said with a big grin. "Excuse me a minute," he said as he stood up. Tom reached down to his crotch and manipulated the hard bulge in his pants until his cock was straight up, then he sat back down. "I was getting kind of uncomfortable," he explained, looking directly into Sara's beautiful blue eyes. The lightest of lines crinkled at the corners of them as she smiled mischievously at him.

"I can understand that," Sara said. "I'm getting rather excited myself. In fact, my panties are just about soaked through." Now she gave Tom a big grin, making her dimples deep and making Tom's heart, and cock, throb.

"Oh my," was all Tom could manage.

"I'll be back in just a second," Sara said as she stood up behind her desk. Now she had butterflies in her stomach and her knees felt just a little rubbery. She'd just decided what she was going to do with this delicious young man, right here in her office.

Sara went out her door and walked over to the receptionist's desk. "Debby, I don't want to be disturbed for... at least twenty minutes. Okay?"

"Oh, you naughty girl," Debby said quietly. Then she smiled and winked.

Sara walked back to her office and closed the door, then quietly locked it. She walked around her desk, closed the vertical blinds, then sat down. "Tom, stand up and come around the desk, will you please?" Sara's heart was really thumping in her chest now. She'd never before done anything remotely like what she was about to do now.

Perplexed, Tom stood and came around the side of Sara's desk. She swiveled in her chair to face him.

"A little closer, please," Sara said in a breathy, near-whisper. Tom stepped closer. "Pull up your T-shirt, Tom."

He did as Sara asked then gasped as her right hand caressed his flat belly. Her hand felt cool and he wanted her to touch and caress him all over. Then he watched, fascinated, as Sara undid the button on his jeans and unzipped the fly. He wasn't wearing any underwear and Sara looked up into his eyes and smiled as she carefully pulled his jeans down a bit. His cock swung free, standing rigidly away from his body at just above ninety degrees. There was a big, clear drop of pre-cum just beginning to ooze out of his urethra. Tom took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Oh my God, he thought, Sara's going to suck my cock right here!

Nice, Sara thought. Tom's cock was straight and thick and, to her estimation, longer than average. In her experience, she'd seen bigger, but this was a nice cock, one that would please her, or could, if Tom was a good lover. She also liked the size and shape of his "little helmet." The ridges of it flared out nicely over the hard shaft and it, too, was swollen and full. Then she noticed the drop of pre-cum.

Sara dipped her head and used just the tip of her tongue to lick up that bit of his sexual fluids.

Tom gasped when Sara's tongue made contact with the head of his cock and licked up the drop of pre-cum. He gasped again as Sara slid her mouth smoothly down over his cock, taking him deep, deep into her mouth, before she began bobbing her head, her mouth—her oh so warm, oh so slick, oh so soft mouth—up and down on his cock.

Sara's heart was racing. My God, she thought I'm giving Tom a blow job in my office... during business hours! But she was totally turned on and wasn't about to stop.

Sara pulled her mouth off Tom's cock. He shaved his pubic hair, including his balls. Sara held his hard cock up straight and leaned in to take first his right testicle in her mouth then the left one, then both. The hairless skin of Tom's scrotum was the softest skin she'd ever felt or had her mouth on. Sara spend several moments enjoying sucking on Tom's balls before she went back to sucking his cock.

Tom was amazed at what Sara had done. Only one other women in his sexual life had sucked on his balls. Tom felt his pleasure increasing by the second. He had what he thought was a fair amount of experience with sex and he usually could hold off coming for a while, using various techniques. But he almost always masturbated before going on a date where he was sure he had a better than good chance of getting laid. He hadn't masturbated today, yet, and now he was coming to orgasm fast. Of course, it was totally unexpected and totally exciting that Sara, such a beautiful mature woman, would do this in her office. The fact that their verbal foreplay had already primed him didn't help any.

"Mmm! Uh! Sara, Sara!" Tom gasped out.

Sara had her eyes closed, enjoying this wicked bit of fun in her office with this hot young hunk. She opened them and look up into his beautiful blue eyes and winked. She was pretty sure that he was trying to tell her that he was about to ejaculate into her mouth. That was fine with her. In fact, it was better than fine. She was truly looking forward to it.

Sara held the base of Tom's cock with her left hand as she continued to suck up and down on it. Her right hand reached under her skirt, which was hiked halfway up her thighs, and began rubbing her clitoris through her panties... panties that were soaked from her vaginal lubrication, she was so turned on. I'll have to check the back of my skirt later, she told herself, to see if there is a wet spot.

Suddenly, Sara felt Tom's cock twitch and it seemed to get harder and thicker in her mouth. She heard him grunting and groaning, trying to be quiet and doing a pretty good job of it. And then she felt the first gush of his thick semen hit the back of her mouth. It hit forcefully, almost making her choke, and there was a lot of it. And then there was another gush, and another, and another. Sara frantically began swallowing and also rubbing and pinching her clit and then she was there, too, moaning with intense pleasure with Tom's cock still in her mouth. Finally, Tom's cock was empty. No more cum for Sara to swallow.

"Oh wow, Sara!" Tom sighed.

"Oh wow, indeed!" Sara said.

"Did you just get off, too?" Tom asked.

"Oh yeah!" Sara assured him.

"God, Sara, you're an amazing woman." Then Tom reached down to pull Sara to her feet. He looked her directly in the eyes, eyes he could get lost in. "But, as the Monty Python boys said in "The Meaning of Life," regarding how to initiate sex: "A kiss, boy. What's wrong with a kiss?"

Sara tilted her head back and laughed. She knew exactly what he was referring to. She was a Monty Python fan herself. Tom smiled and pulled Sara close to him and then surprised her as he placed his mouth over hers and kissed her long and sweetly, something that many men wouldn't do after coming in a woman's mouth. "Blow jobs are great. In fact, that was probably the best bj I've ever had, Sara. But don't most affairs begin with kisses?

Sara laughed again, and heartily. Then she put her hands behind Tom's head and kissed him just as wonderfully as he'd kissed her. "Yes, that's how most affairs start. You complaining, buster?"

"Oh hell no. But when do I get to return that favor?"

Sara looked at her watch. It was 11:45 a.m. The office closed down from noon to one so staff could have lunch. She bent over her desk and wrote something on a note pad and handed it to Tom. "This is my address. My daughter is up at the lake with her friends, won't be back until late this afternoon and, uh, well it really shouldn't take us that long to, uh, get better acquainted."

Tom grinned. "Not unless you need more than once, or twice, for us to get better acquainted."

"Well, I might, Tom. I might. We'll just have to see. I'll meet you at my house as soon as I can. But I shouldn't be more than fifteen minutes behind you."

Sara stepped up to Tom and put her hands behind his head again. He placed his hand on her hips and pulled her close. They kissed again.

"Mmm," Sara said as she pulled her lips slowly away from Tom's, "I could get used to that."

"I agree," Tom murmured as he kissed Sara once more.

Sara sighed as Tom broke the kiss. She smiled at him, suddenly giving him a serious look. "Okay, Tom, go. I'll see you in a few minutes."

Tom grinned as he casually stuffed his penis back into his pants and carefully zipped up. It had never gotten completely flaccid and, now, with all the kissing and then the sure knowledge that he was going to Sara's house to fuck her, it was already beginning to fill with blood again.

Sara was standing at the door and gave Tom a quick peck on the lips before opening it. Tom walked out of the office and headed for the front door without looking back and he definitely didn't want to look at the receptionist. He was sure that he would blush and that she would know, or suspect, what had gone on behind Sara's office door.

Sara walked over to Debby smiling.

"How did your, uh, private consultation go, Sara?" Debby teased, trying to pretend it was a professional question, then breaking out in a big grin.

There were no patients in the waiting room this close to lunchtime but Sara leaned over the reception desk and whispered to Debby anyway. "If you ever want to use my office to give some guy a bj, just let me know."

Debby gasped, then cupped her hand over her mouth. "You didn't! Did you?"

Sara ran the tip of her tongue around her lips. "Of course not. That wouldn't be professional. And we both know that I'm a pro." Sara and Debby both broke out laughing.

Sara gave Debby a mischievous smile. "I might be late getting back from lunch, in case one of the docs ask."

Debby stared at Sara with an open mouth. "Uh, are you and, uh..."

"Tom," Sara said.

"Tom. Actually, I was going to say, that young hunk, going to... uh, well, you know."

"Yes, Debby, we are. Actually he's going to, as he put it, return the favor, so to speak, that I did for him in the office. And then, you know what?" Sara leaned in close again and whispered. "We're going to fuck."

Sara and Debby had exchange boyfriends, or rather, casual boy toys that one or the other would pick up from time-to-time. Neither one of them was shy about sex. They went out together on a regular basis and generally like the same men. On a couple of occasions, when the pickings were slim, they'd picked up one man and taken him to a motel and both of them would fuck him to exhaustion and, during the process, they would make love to each other, also. They both liked men and hard cocks, but they were both bisexual. Sometimes, when the picking were real slim they would go to one or the other's house, if their child was having a sleepover somewhere, just to have sex together. Sometimes they wouldn't even bother to go looking for a man. And it wasn't an exclusive relationship they had. They did have sex with other women when the occasion presented itself. It was just that since they worked together and often went out together and were both like-minded about sex with men and women, that it gave them more opportunity to act on their sexual desires.

"I don't suppose..." Debby began, giving Sara a questioning look.

"Absolutely not," Sara said emphatically. "At least, not until I've had time to break him in."

"Not even a threesome?"

Sara thought about it. "Well, maybe, but not until I've taken him for more than a test drive. We'll see. I mean, who knows. Maybe after today I won't want to see him again, or he me." Sara didn't think that very likely but she knew it could happen. Then Sara grinned wickedly. "What do you think Tom would do with the two of us if we began making love in front of him?"

"You know how the younger generation is, what with Internet porn and all. He'd probably think he'd died and gone to Heaven. So does this mean...?"

"Maybe, Debby. Or maybe I'll like him so much I'll hog him all to myself."

"Okay, Sara," Debby pouted. "Go have fun while I eat my miserable sandwich and apple."

"Poor baby," Sara clucked. But both women were grinning.

Sara went back into her office to get her purse. As she came out, she locked the door, waved goodbye to Debby and walked out the front door. She felt an electric sense of excitement at going to meet this young man and making love with him.

There was a black Mustang parked at the curb in front of her house as Sara pulled her silver Lexus into her driveway. As she parked and got out of her car, she saw Tom getting out of the Mustang. They met on the front porch.

"Mustang, huh? Why doesn't that surprise me?" Sara remarked with a smile.

"Yeah, well, it's a 2002 model that I was finally able, with my dad's help, to buy last year. Before that I was driving an old beater of a pickup truck. But, Sara, you're driving a Lexus."

Both cars were in good shape, clean and shiny.

Sara laughed. "Yeah, well, I bought that used a couple of years ago. It's a 2001. Bought it from one of our patients who couldn't drive anymore. Low miles and excellent condition and he gave me a break on the price."

Sara turned to unlock the deadbolt on the front door and was surprised to find that her hand was trembling slightly. She had picked up her share of men. Had her share of first time experiences. But this was the first time she'd picked up such a young man and so brazenly in her office. Her pussy was still wet from giving him a blow job in her office. It had been one of the most exciting things she'd ever done, sexually.

Inside the door was a small foyer with a long, narrow table against one wall. After closing and locking the door, Sara put her purse and keys down on the table then turned to face Tom.

He smiled as he put his arms around her waist and pulled her up close. Sara tilted her face up to him as he bent his head down to kiss her. He started out slowly, more-or-less just kissing her lips a few times before probing them with the tip of his tongue. Then, when Sara opened her mouth to him, he molded his lips to hers and his tongue began playing with hers. They both had their eyes closed and the kiss lasted a long time.

Tom was seriously enjoying kissing this older woman. He could smell her perfume, not too heavy, and it was lovely scent. He wondered if she, like the girls he'd had sex with, shaved her pussy. He would soon find out. He would soon be licking her pussy, tasting it, like he was tasting her tongue and mouth. His cock was growing hard.

Sara was enjoying the kiss as much as Tom was. She didn't want to jump right into it, but she was anticipating him "kissing" her pussy. Her heart was thudding in her chest. She gently pulled her lips away from his and nuzzled his neck and nibbled on his earlobe, making Tom gasp a little. He wasn't wearing any cologne that she could detect, but she liked the smell of his warm skin.

"Tom," Sara whispered.

"Yes?" Tom was now nibbling on the top of her ear, sending delightful chill bumps and shivers down her right side.

"If you're going to, uh, return the favor, as you said, then I need to give myself a little freshening up."

"Oh, I'm going to return the favor, Sara. No doubt about it."

Sara pulled her head back and gave Tom a grin. "Come on, then." She took his hand and turned to lead him down the hall to her bedroom.

When they got there, Tom pulled Sara around and planted another sweet kiss on her mouth.

Sara's desire was now tinged with urgency. She put her hands to his head and kissed him, hungrily, several times. She wanted Tom to lick her pussy and make her come and then she wanted him to fuck her and make her come again. And she also wanted to feel his young hard body on top of her, feel his pumping hips between her spread legs as he came in her pussy.

Sara pulled her mouth from Tom's. "Get undressed, baby, and get on the bed. I'll be right back." She kissed him one more time then turned and went into the master bath and closed the door.

Tom was ecstatic. He wanted to shout for joy. Sara was truly a babe-and-a-half, more attractive than the average attractive girl or women. That attractiveness wasn't always related to the good looks of the woman, but in Sara's case, she was a damned good-looking woman. But it was more than that. She had a very natural feminine sexuality, something the French called je ne sais quoi. Also, he felt a strong sense of attraction to her that he couldn't explain. He didn't want to analyze it though. He just wanted to make love with her and not just this once. He hoped that this would turn into a full-blown affair that would last for months, maybe years.

Sara got undressed in the bathroom then quickly gave her pussy and ass a thorough washing. She looked herself over in the mirror as she dried between her legs and ass cheeks. Realistically, Sara saw a mature woman who didn't look her forty-one years. The image in the mirror show a pretty blue-eyed, blonde-haired woman with firm, medium large breasts and—right now—fat and erect nipples, her body had good muscle tone, her stomach was flat, she was tanned, and her pussy was completely hairless. Sara liked what she saw but she wasn't a teenager or a twenty-something girl. She hoped Tom would like what he saw, too.

Tom was lying back on the pillows against the headboard, stroking his hard cock, when Sara exited the bathroom. "Wow!"

"What?" Sara paused.

Tom shook his head. "Sara, you're gorgeous." His cock got harder than it had been, just from seeing this beautiful woman naked for the first time.

Sara blushed and gave Tom a dimpled smile. "Thank you," she said simply. She crawled up onto the bed and ran a hand over his muscular thigh, then she took his lovely cock from him and squeezed it. She lowered her hand and gave his testicles a gentle squeeze. She loved how soft the skin of his scrotum was and leaned down to suck on his balls again as she had done in her office. Sara already knew that she wanted to be this young man's lover for a long time, if he was willing. There was something about him that attracted her like no other man had, even though he was a youngster.

Sara pulled her mouth from Tom's balls, slowly stroked his cock and smiled at him. "You're a very handsome man, you know that, Tom? And your body is, well, it's great. I'll bet you're a real lady-killer. She moved her hand lightly over his "six-pack" stomach and up to his firm pectoral muscles, then she laid down beside him.

Tom turned to face her. He embraced her and smiled. "Yeah, well, I guess I do okay with the ladies. I mean, yeah, I get a lot of dates and stuff." He was almost embarrassed. "But my dad taught me that being a lady-killer, as you put it, isn't something I should strive for. I mean, he told me that at my age and, well," he looked down at himself, "he said that I could probably get laid a lot, and while that's not a bad thing, it's not the only thing and that, uh, that I should always have respect for women, women as women that is. And, I don't know, just not to think too much of myself. Or, as he put it not to get too full of myself."




Family Reunion



Tom sat up, leaned in, and kissed Sara. She placed her hand behind his head and draped a thigh over his hips, where the tip of his hard cock teasingly brushed against the inside of her thigh, almost against her pussy.

"Your father sounds like a wise man," Sara said when they broke the kiss.

"Yeah, well, he told me that he was, as he put it, an arrogant son of a bitch when he was my age and he lost a lot because of it."

Sara didn't want to talk anymore about Tom's father, who must be about her own age. She wanted to make love to this lovely young man who was so taken by her and who thought she was gorgeous. She took her hand away from his head and reached down to take hold of his hard cock and stroked it firmly several times.

"Mmm," Tom said, "but you know what? It's time for payback." He gently pushed Sara on to her back, kissed her on the mouth; kissed, sucked and bit on each nipple; then moved on down to kiss and caress her stomach. Then he maneuvered himself around and got between her legs and spread them wide, as he positioned himself kneeling over his knees. Holding her legs apart, he kissed and gently bit on the soft, creamy skin of her inner thighs, first one then the other, making Sara gasp. He nibbled and kissed his way back up to her pussy. Sara held her head up to watch him. Tom gave her direct eye contact and winked then he placed his mouth over her pussy, excited by her womanly scent and then, as his tongue dipped between her wet labia, excited by her womanly taste. He began licking and sucking and nibbling on Sara's pussy as if there was nothing else in the world he liked or wanted to do more than that.

Sara sighed and laid her head back down. "Oh Tom, that feels so good."

"Mmm," Tom answered and kept on pleasuring this beautiful woman with his mouth.

Soon, Sara was gasping and sighing and shifting her hips and pressing her pussy up against Tom's lovely, talented mouth. This went on for several minutes; no other sound but her noises and the wet sounds of Tom's mouth on Sara's wet pussy.

"Ahhh! Tom! That's it! That's it!" Sara suddenly cried out as she felt her orgasm rising. Her young lover's mouth, tongue, and teeth were feeling so good, so damned good. She was getting close, and right now Tom was concentrating on the sensitive flesh just below her clitoris.

At hearing Sara's exclamation, Tom decided to begin a frontal attack. His mouth and teeth descended on Sara's clitoris. He bit it and tugged on it and sucked on it.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Sara cried out and then her body was convulsing in orgasmic delight. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes, baby, yes!" She cried out again.

Tom held his mouth still over Sara's pussy, once he realized that she'd achieved orgasmic climax and just enjoyed feeling her body as she shivered and shuddered from the orgasm he'd just given her with his mouth. He felt a great sense of mental pleasure. Giving this hot, mature woman sexual delight with his mouth felt almost as good to him as the pleasure she'd given him from sucking his cock and swallowing his cum in her office less than an hour ago. His cock was now painfully hard.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Sara gasped as her orgasm faded away. Then she laughed.

"What?" Tom asked as he pushed himself up and sat back on his heels, wiping the wetness off his mouth and chin.

"That was great, Tom. A lot of men your age, hell, a lot of men period, aren't as good as you are. Let me guess. First, you had an older woman teach you how to pleasure a woman and, second, you really like going down on a woman.

Tom grinned. "Right on both accounts, Sara," he said as he moved up over her body and kissed her fully and passionately on the mouth. Sara pressed up against him as she returned the kiss just as passionately. The head of his cock was now just nestled against her warm, wet labia.

When they finally broke the kiss, Sara looked Tom in the eyes, beautiful blue eyes that she loved looking into. "Tom, I'm going out on a limb here... but, I don't want this to be a one time thing."

"I was hoping you felt that way, Sara. Because that's how I feel, too."

Sara grinned back at Tom. "Good. And, uh, I can feel that your cock is hard and ready... so what do you want to do?" Sara said as she rubbed her pussy up and down on the very swollen tip of Tom's very hard cock.

"Just this," Tom answered. He shifted his hips and brought his cock down through Sara's very wet pussy lips and, with a little of shifting of his hips, and hers, found his target and smoothly shoved his cock through her tight vaginal sphincter and deep up inside her.

"Oh, Tom!" Sara sighed as she felt her young lover's cock fill her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around Tom's hard, young body and let him fuck her long and hard, loving every second of it, loving every inch of his cock thrusting in and out of her wet pussy.

Several thoughts were running through her head. Terri would be mortified if she found out I had a lover nearly her age. But that thought actually only made what she was doing with Tom more exciting to her. What about Tom's parents? What would they think if they ever found out? Would they have to? But mostly, Sara was thinking about how great it felt to be fucked by this handsome young man.

My God! Tom thought, This is fantastic! Sara is such a hot women and her pussy is as tight as any girl I've ever fucked, and just as wet, too.

Tom didn't have a girlfriend at present. He knew intrinsically that eventually he would find on girl/young woman that he would like more than all the others; that they would get married, settle down, and raise a family. But that would be then. This was now.

And this, with Sara, was just pure carnal pleasure between two horny people who found each other sexually attractive. He knew he wouldn't marry Sara, didn't want to. Nor did he think that she would want to marry him. It was just fun for the two of them for right now. And he knew that there was nothing wrong with that. He was going to enjoy it as long as it lasted, however long that might be.

Then he thought about his father and Sara's daughter. What would they think? Well, my dad would probably be just fine with it, but Sara's daughter? I don't know. Maybe we'll never meet. Maybe Sara and I will be able to keep this a secret. But he knew if their affair lasted long enough, both his father and her daughter would find out about it. He decided not to worry about it until it happened. Right now he just wanted to concentrate on how good it felt to be making love to this beautiful, sexy woman.

Nothing was said for minutes. The only sounds were heavy breathing from both Tom and Sara and some moans and little inarticulate sounds from Sara while she bit on Tom's ear and neck and thrust her hips up against his down thrusting cock.

Sara spoke out first. "Oh Tom! Tom! So good. It feels so good. I'm going to come, Tom." She paused almost holding her breath. "Yessssss! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sara cried out as another wonderful orgasm swept over her. She gripped Tom's body tighter. She bit into his shoulder. Her fingernails dug into the skin of his back. She pressed up against him even harder, taking his pounding cock as deep inside her clenching pussy as she could as she came with delightful, blissful pleasure.

Tom stopped fucking Sara and waited.

"Oh, Tom," Sara sighed. She sought out his mouth, kissing him lovingly, affectionately for a long time.

"Hmm," Sara said with a smile as she pulled her lips from Tom's. "To tell the truth, Tom, I'm usually not this, uh, engaged this quickly with a new lover. But there's something about you that just pushes all the right buttons on me sexually."

"I feel the same way about you, Sara," Tom said before kissing her again.

"But you didn't come," Sara said.

"No. Why? Are you done?"

Sara laughed, and then moaned as Tom moved his hips around and back and forth, making his still quite hard cock rub her pussy so pleasantly inside. She took Tom's head in her hands and looked him directly in his beautiful blue eyes. "Oh no, lover, I'm not done."

Tom laughed, kissed Sara, then began fucking her again.

Chapter 2

Saturday, September 13

Terri and her two best friends, Cynthia and Darlene, were in Terri's bedroom. Cynthia had mentioned the "stud" math professor, what a hunk he was and how she would like to take his class just to see him for fifty minutes, two or three times a week, and how he was definitely an older man she would like to take to bed.

Cynthia claimed to have a lot of experience sexually. Terri said that she'd only had sex with three boys. Darlene didn't say anything when Cynthia and Terri looked at her. They kept on staring, finally, she admitted to not having had sex with anyone. Terri and Cynthia hooted, but then hugged Darlene, telling her that being a virgin was okay.

"I'm not a virgin," Darlene admitted.

"What?" both Terri and Cynthia said at the same time.

"Dildo," Darlene said. "I used a dildo to break my hymen. That counts, doesn't it?

"Damn!" Cynthia said. "I did the same thing."

"Me too," Terri said. "I didn't want to go through the virgin defloration thing, you know? I wanted it done and over with so when I did become sexually active... uh, with guys, I wouldn't have to go thought that whole, uh, I don't know, mmm, mess. Right?" 

"Right," both Cynthia and Darlene agreed.

"So, Dar," Terri asked, "you still masturbate with a dildo, right?"

Darlene grinned. "Nearly every night. What about you guys?"

"Yeah, me too. I think I'm addicted," Terri said.

"Well, not so much for me," Cynthia said, "but, yeah, when I don't have a guy I'm fucking on a regular basis.

Then a thought occurred to Cynthia, "Wait a minute, brainiac," she said to Terri, "you're taking that math for geniuses class, aren't you?"

"Stop it, Cynthia. I'm just good at math. I'm not genius.

"Yeah, well, whatever. But doesn't Professor Reynolds, the hottie professor, teach that class? God, how do you concentrate?"

"Well, yeah, sometimes I find myself thinking about him."

"Oh, I'll bet," Cynthia gushed. "And I'll bet he's noticed you, too."

"Say, Terri," Darlene proposed, "why don't you see if you can seduce him. And then report back to us."

"Wow! Yeah, Terri, that's a great idea," Cynthia said. "I'll bet he'll be more than happy to get your panties down."

Terri was a bit shocked at Darlene's suggestion and Cynthia's comment, but she played along. "Who said I'd be wearing panties when I go to see him?"

"Oh my God!" Cynthia and Darlene squealed at the same time.

"So then you're going to do it?" Cynthia asked.

"No, silly, I'm not going to do it. That... . That would be crazy."

"Chicken," Darlene cried out. "Chicken, chicken, chicken. Brawk! Brawk! Brawk!" she croaked out, trying to sound like a chicken.

Darlene and Cynthia argued with Terri for half an hour trying to talk her into seducing Professor Hottie.

"Come on, Terri," Cynthia said, "admit it, you'd like Professor Hottie to fuck your brains out and come away stupid but happy."

"I wouldn't put it quite like that, Cyn, but he's definitely on my short list of older men I'd like to fuck. So yes, I definitely fantasize about getting into bed with him."

"I have a question, Ter," Darlene said.

"Fire away, Dar."

"How long is your short list?"

"My short list... of desirable older men that I actually know or see? Just one. Professor Hottie." Terri and Darlene laughed.

Cynthia, who'd been thinking of Terri seducing her math professor, snapped out of her trance. "God, Dar, imagine it! Cynthia exclaimed. "Terri fucking Professor Hottie. She could get an A in the class for sure."

"I already am," Terri said dryly. "I don't need to fuck him for a better grade. I'd just do it, well, for the excitement of it. An older man and all and being my math professor." And the fact that I find him unusually attractive, she told herself.

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" Darlene asked.

"Do about it? What do you think I can do? Just bluntly ask Professor Reynolds if he wants to jump into bed with me."

"Sometimes the direct approach works," Cynthia said. "And besides, girlfriend, if I know men, then Professor Hottie..."

"His name is Daniel Reynolds, by the way," Terri interrupted.

"Whatever," Cynthia said. "you need to seduce Danny boy and..." Cynthia interrupted herself. "Say, is he married. All the profs are married. That could be a complication. Although, if he is married, God knows he would love a little college girl pussy."

"God, Cynthia, you are so outrageous some times."

Cynthia smiled. "Thanks, Ter."

"Well, when the time comes, Terri," Darlene considered, "you'll figure something out, I'm sure."

"If," Terri said.

"Whatever," Cynthia said. "But, Terri, you have to go for the prof in a big way. Be bold. Let him know what you want right up front."

"What? Terri shook her head in amazement. "Walk into his office in a miniskirt, no nylons, no panties, no bra under my blouse and say, 'Hi Professor Hottie, I was just wondering if you would, you know, like to fuck me, right here on your desk? Something like that, Cynthia?"

Terri had been rolling her shoulders, pushing out her breasts, cupping her crotch, and batting her eyes while saying that. Cynthia and Darlene were shrieking with laughter by the time Terri was done. Their laughter was contagious and the description she had just given of how to seduce Professor Hottie had Terri rocking with laughter, too.

Then Cynthia straightened up, sober faced. "I don't know how you will approach him, you know, about having sex, but I like the idea of no bra, panties, and nylons. Go prepared girl. You might score right off."

"Oh God, Cynthia," Terri all but shouted. "I can't do something as crazy as that. I mean, yeah, I'd like to. I would like to come on to him and have him take me as a lover. I think that would be exciting as hell. And, yeah, the thought of doing that is so exciting sometimes it gives me butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.

"But let's get real. I mean, what if I did make some bold move. Tell Professor Reynolds straight out that I wanted an affair with him and then what if he refused me, straight out. Said, thanks but no thanks, or, I'm already taken. Or what if he turns out to be gay. Or what if he even got angry, was outraged? How would I be able to continue in his class? It would be humiliation to the nth degree."

Cynthia and Darlene gave Terri a blank look.

"What?" Terri asked.

"Nth degree?" Darlene offered.

"What? Oh. That just means a very great amount."

"Oh Jesus, Terri, don't start into your math mode. Stay with emotions, lust, sex. We've got to help you figure out to seduce Professor Hottie," Cynthia said.

"Listen, girls," Darlene got up off the bed where she and Cynthia had been reclining. She walked around Terri's bedroom then came back to stand in front of Terri, who was lounging in a chair by the window.

"Listen, Terri," Darlene said, "just how do you feel about sex, in general, as well as personally? I mean, what is your philosophy about sex? Your basic beliefs?" Darlene was going to major in psychology.

"Well," began Terri, "you know how I've told you about how my mom put me on the pill when I was fifteen. She said she didn't expect me to have sex, but sometimes things happened and it was better to be prepared than sorry. She also had me read The Joy of Sex, by Dr. Alex Comfort, and several other books about sex, sexual lifestyles, a woman's body, like that. She drilled it into me that while sex could be great, fantastic even, it could also be a horrible experience. That it was up to both partners to approach the encounter with an open mind, to treat the other person with respect and a desire to please them.

"She repeated and repeated that in her philosophy of sex there were thousands of subjective reasons why people thought sex was bad, dirty, nasty, naughty, disgusting, filthy, and just plain wrong, but that she believed that there were only three objectively bad things about sex: unwanted pregnancies, sexually transmissible diseases, and non-consensual sex. She told me that even if a man and woman were married, the man couldn't just force his wife to have sex. She would have to consent to have it otherwise it would be rape.

"Then she told me that we are in the 21st century. The latex condom was invented over 100 years ago and it's still the best protection we have against pregnancies and disease. Every time I went out, Mom made sure I had at least three condom packets in my purse."

Darlene broke in. "You were on the pill and used condoms too?"

"No. I mean yes." Terri almost blurted out that in spite of all the information and protection, or maybe because of it, she'd never had vaginal sex, other than masturbation, of course. Of the three boys she'd told Cynthia and Darlene that she'd had sex with, she'd given two a hand job and one a blow job and he had kindly gone down on her in return.

"You see," Terri continued, "it was my mother. She would say it doesn't hurt to be doubly protected from pregnancy and the pill won't protect you from diseases.

"And then," Terri smiled, "you know how I found her stash of porn videos. We've watched them all."

"Oh God, yes," Cynthia giggled. "Did I ever tell you that I would go home and fantasize that I was one, or more, of the porn stars getting fucked by all those men, and I would masturbate, sometimes three or four times in a row. God! That was good, safe sex."

They all laughed. "Well, I used to do the same thing," Terri admitted. "What about you, Darlene?"

"Yeah, me too," Darlene said, blushing. "But remember those four videos we watched where it was only women doing women? Do you think your mother is...?"

"I think she might be bisexual," said Terri. "In fact, now that I think about it, I'm sure she is. She gave me a talk about that too, and it just seemed to me that while she was talking to me she was remembering pleasant times."

"God!" Cynthia cried. "What else did she talk to you about? I mean, my mom thought that I would get all the knowledge I needed from the high school's Health and Hygiene classes."

"Anal sex," Terri said.

"Oh no!" both Darlene and Cynthia shrieked and laughed.

"What did she say about it," Darlene gasped.

"She said the man has to be very careful, that he has to go slow and let the woman tell him to proceed or stop, that you have to use a lot of good lubricant, that if the women wants to do it, is turned on by the idea of it and if the man is careful, that a woman can actually have an orgasm from anal sex. And, oh yes, definitely use condoms with anal sex unless you are 110% sure the man is disease free."

Both Cynthia and Darlene mulled that over for a while, wondering if they would ever try anal sex and what it would feel like.

"But Ter," Cynthia said suddenly. She had a mischievous smile. "Do you think bisexuality is inherited? I mean, if your mom is, will you turn out to be one? Do you like girls, too, Ter?" Cynthia was laughing now.

Terri shook her head and smiled at Cynthia. "Well, to actually answer your question, I do like girls."

Both Cynthia and Darlene stared at Terri with open-mouth surprise.

Terri grinned. "I like girls, otherwise you guys wouldn't be here in my bedroom right now."

"No, Ter, that's not what I meant."

"Duh! I know that Cynthia. Listen, Mom said that any woman could make love to another woman if she wanted to. But she also said that some women are, well, more wired that way, so to speak. And she wasn't talking about lesbians. She made that clear. She said if you really liked someone and liked sex, 'for the pure carnal pleasure of sex,' as she put it, and if you liked giving pleasure as well as receiving it, then why couldn't you give sexual pleasure to a girlfriend? As long as she wanted it too, of course."




Family Reunion



"Fine. Fine. I like sex for the pure carnal pleasure of it too. And, hell, I don't know, I could maybe go down on both of you," Cynthia said.

Terri and Darlene looked at each other with raised eyebrows and smiled. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Cynthia said without batting an eyelash. "But not now. Your mom will be home soon and besides I have to get going right away. So, for now I just want to know if you are or are not going to try and seduce Professor Hottie. That would be so cool. We can all experiment with our bi-sexual tendencies another time."

Terri and Darlene were laughing, but both of them were thinking about experimenting with their possible bi-sexual tendencies. They both knew that they would like to see if they liked going down on a woman and having a woman go down on them.

"Cynthia, you always manage to amaze me," Terri said. Darlene agreed.

"That's because I'm amazing. So, Terri, what's it going to be?"

Terri heaved a big sigh. She felt butterflies in her stomach. "Okay," she finally said. "I'll do it."

"That's my baby girl," Cynthia exclaimed. Then she got off the bed and stood in front of Terri and took her hands to pull her up out of the chair. "And if Professor Hottie says no, then Darlene and I will audit his class and sit up front wearing mini-skirts and no panties and flash him to distraction."

The image that Cynthia created had them all laughing again. Then Cynthia gave Terri a wicked grin as she placed her hands on the sides of her face and pulled her close to give her a big wet kiss on the mouth.

Terri was shocked at first, then she relaxed and began kissing Cynthia back. Then she was shocked to find that she really liked it. In fact, she could feel the heat starting up between her legs.

"Wow!" Terri said when Cynthia pulled her lips away.

"I've had some experience," Cynthia said with a coy little smile. Then she turned back towards the bed. "Come on, Dar, I've got to be going. Since I've kissed Ter, I should kiss you, too."

Darlene got up off the bed, almost shyly, but Cynthia embraced her and gave her a deep, loving kiss also. Darlene realized that she was moaning by the time they broke off the kiss.

"All right kids. I'm out of here." Cynthia grabbed her book bag and purse. She paused at the door and gave her girl friends a quick, double eyebrow raise and grinned. "You liked it, both of you, didn't you? Sometime soon we can do more." Then she was gone.

Terri and Darlene looked at each other. "Well she is right about one thing. I did like it. Didn't you?" Terri asked.

"Uh-huh," Darlene nodded and stepped close to Terri. The two young women embraced and brought their lips close together, just barely brushing together. "Yeah, I liked it," Darlene said then pressed her lips to Terri's and both girls opened their mouths to each other and let their tongues explore and taste. Their kiss lasted a long time.

Darlene sighed as she pulled her lips away from Terri's. "Like you said earlier: Wow!"

"Uh-huh," Terri said.

"But," Darlene sighed again, "I, too, have to get going." She turned to get her things. "Let us know ASAP about what happens with Professor Hottie. And," she continued before leaving, "even if it doesn't turn out, you'll have Cynthia and me to console you."

"There is that," Terri said. She gave Darlene a sweet little kiss. "See you later."

"Right," then Darlene was gone.

Terri sighed. Professor Reynolds, she thought, and swallowed dryly. Can I really do it? What was the worst that could happen? He would turn her down. She didn't think he would report her or kick her out of his class. Although, if he did turn her down, it would be a bit awkward to continue in his class. Still, she knew she was a good-looking young woman and Professor Reynolds was a man and didn't seem to be gay. Soooo, what the hell, she would give it a try.

Chapter 3

Tuesday, September 16

"Come in," Dan Reynolds said as he heard the knock on his office door, and watched with growing interest as a very attractive young woman opened the door and came into his office.

"Professor Reynolds," Terri started out tentatively, "I'm Terri Hensley and I'm in the Advanced Math 201."

"Oh yes, Ms. Hensley, I recognize you," Dan said. If memory served, her last name was the same as his former wife's birth name ... surely, that was only coincidence.

How could he not recognize this blonde-haired, blue-eyed, shapely young woman from one of his classes? She was a knockout and, all things considered, she strongly reminded him of his former wife, Sara Hensley, before he'd had grabbed their infant son, Tom, and fled. His wife had threatened him with divorce. She had caught him in their bed with her little sister when she'd come home a day early from her mother's. They'd been swingers in those days but Sara had told him that her sister was off limits. He called Sara his former wife. He didn't know for sure, but it was a pretty good bet that she had gone ahead with the divorce.

He hadn't wanted to be one of those fathers who just visited their children. He'd change his name to Reynolds—it had been easier in those days than it was today—and he had worked hard to get a college degree, finding that he had a natural talent for math. Eventually, he got a Ph.D. in mathematics and had taken a job at River City U. He was now a tenured professor.

"You must have been very good at math in high school to be taking my class." Dan scanned her quickly, but thoroughly. Besides having platinum blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and being so youthful and so damned good looking that it was almost painful for him to look at her, she was tall, probably five feet, eight inches, maybe more. She was broad shouldered, Under her blouse—and he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra— he could see that she was full-breasted, but not overly large. She had a small waist, well-proportioned hips, and lovely long legs under her pleated mini-skirt that stopped mid-thigh. She obviously wasn't wearing any nylons or pantyhose, and her smooth tanned legs almost made Dan drool.

Pull it together, old boy, he told himself. Not every coed wants to get you into bed. She just may be here because she wants help, and only help, with the math class.

"Please, uh, Ms. Hensley, close the door and have a seat."

Oh, Professor Reynolds, you can just call me Terri," Terri said with a bright, dimpled smile. Her heart was beating hard, knowing why she was here.

Dan's heart began to beat harder also and, in spite of himself, his cock gave a twitch.

"Okay, Terri, and I'm not terribly formal, so you can call me Dan, okay?

"Uh, yeah, okay... uh, Dan?" Her heart was beating even harder now. She'd come here on a dare. Now, here she was in Professor Reynolds' office and she wasn't wearing a bra or any panties under her miniskirt.

"So Terri, what can I help you with?" Dan asked. But he was thinking he would like to help out of her panties and help his cock into her young pussy. There was something about her, more than just her youth and good looks that tugged at him sexually, emotionally.

Terri was all but trembling at what she was about to say, and maybe even do. She swallowed dryly and took a deep breath. She had kind of practiced what she would say and kind of wanted it to be extemporaneous too. She didn't want to stall or delay, thinking the direct approach in this situation, as Cynthia had suggested, would be best.

"Well, uh, Dan, I'm not here trying to talk you into giving me an A." She flashed him a big, bright smile. Terri and Dan both knew that she already had a steady A coming in the class.

Dan now realized that Terri really might be here for a sexual liaison. He knew that many, if not most, of the young women on campus who knew of him thought he was an attractive older man. He was new here at River City U., but word spread fast on a college campus. And what he hoped was happening here, now, had happened before. This had happened to him at his last position at Portland State U. Dan's cock, which was already just a little turgid, began to swell even more. He loved that feeling of sexual arousal in his penis.

"So, then, Terri," he asked, giving her his own knowing smile, "what are you here for?" He paused, but spoke again before she could answer. "Wait. Let me rephrase that. What can I do for you?"

Terri realized that Professor Reynolds was probably on to her so she abandoned all pretense at being coy. She got up out of her chair and sat on the corner of his desk, raising her left leg up onto the desk, bent at the knee. She knew that Professor Reynolds could now see her exposed, naked pussy. His eyes had darted down, widened, then, just as quickly he recovered and looked back up at her.

"Dan, I think you're very attractive and... and, well, I think you know why I'm here," she said. Terri felt almost dizzy at what she was doing but it was now too late for her to turn back, so she stared brazenly into Professor Reynolds eyes. Like him, she too felt a stronger attraction to him than just the fact that he was a very attractive, obviously physically fit, older man. It was something more than that, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. In any case, she was no longer concerned that she was being so openly sexual with him. She just wanted him to take her. She wanted to feel him put his arms around her, kiss her... and more.

Dan was somewhat taken aback. He'd never had a girl come on to him so directly, so quickly. But that was just fine with him. No playing or pretending that there was any connection between them except a sexual one.

He definitely saw Terri's naked little pussy peeking out at him under her short skirt. Her smooth, tanned thigh was up on his desk, the knee of that leg only inches from his left hand. He raised that hand and lightly began stroking Terri's knee, then slowly higher, as he looked her in the eyes. He saw her close her eyes and shudder as his caressing fingertips reached mid-thigh.

As Dan's finger kept working their way towards Terri's pussy, he leaned down and kissed her knee, then bit it, firmly. He was rewarded with a little gasp from Terri. Now, the backs of his fingers were brushing against Terri's labium on the left side of her pussy.

Terri sighed and shuddered again. She watched Dan as he came halfway out of his chair to kiss and bite his way up her thigh, pushing her skirt back with his head as he did. Then his fingers were lightly, gently, circling all around her pussy. She was getting so wet she was sure she would start dripping on his desk soon.

Dan now began a more firm manipulation of Terri's pussy, rubbing it, pinching both of the outer labia together strongly, then rubbing around and around on it again. He could hear and feel her wetness. She was obviously very turned on. He was fully up out of his chair now, bent over, with his mouth now at the top of Terri's thigh. She had the smell of a clean, healthy woman, a smell he dearly loved. His heart was beating hard and his cock was fully hard. He knew what he was going to do next.

Terri tilted her face up towards the ceiling and moaned a long, drawn out moan as Dan inserted a finger into her vagina. Her eyes were closed, her breath was coming rapidly, her heart was beating hard in her chest.

Dan straightened up, then pulled his finger out of Terri's pussy. It was very wet with her natural lubrication. Terri was watching him again. She watched him as he placed his finger in his mouth and sucked off her pussy juice. Her eyes widened, then she smiled. Dan smiled back at her. He leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. It was a sweet, gentle kiss, with his tongue caressing hers.

"Mmm, Terri," Dan said, "I like the taste of your mouth and your pussy."

Terri was breathing hard now and in a sexual daze. She just nodded. She wanted him to fuck her so badly. Then she gasped again as he reached down to slide two fingers into her pussy. "Ohhh, Dan," she moaned.

Dan pulled his wet fingers from Terri's pussy and brought them up to her mouth. "Open up, dear, and taste yourself."

Terri wasn't expecting this, but she had tasted her own pussy from time-to-time, so she opened her mouth and sucked her bodily fluid off Dan's fingers.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth and held her head in his hands and kissed her once again. This time it was a more passionate kiss and it lasted several moments.

"Just a sec'," Dan said, when he pulled his lips from Terri's. He went to the door and opened it and stuck his head out. It was late, after five, and most of the offices were dark. No one was in the hallway in either direction. Dan closed the door and locked it, then turned off the overhead light. Now, the only light came from the small window beside his desk and since his office was on the third floor of the building and since no other buildings were next to it, there was no chance of anyone seeing them. He left the blinds open and he moved around his desk.

Oh my God! Terri thought, He's going to fuck me right here in his office! She'd thought she was turned on before, but fucking her math professor in his office was wonderfully exciting, because of the chance, albeit a small one, that they could be discovered. 

Next, Dan moved some papers and things off to one side of his desk. Terri was standing beside his desk now. He came to her and embraced her and they kissed again. Terri was really liking kissing this older man and how he'd gotten her so turned on with his fingers and hand and mouth, kissing and biting up her thigh to her pussy. She was sure he would be a good lover.

Dan broke the kiss, then gave Terri two more quick light kisses. "Terri, dear, you know what we're going to do here. All I ask is, if you are a, uh, noisy type, please, please try to keep it down, okay?"

Terri nodded mutely.

"Here come around behind my desk," he said. He guided her then turned her so her back was to the desk. "Okay, Terri, lift your skirt up and sit on the desk, then lay back and lift your legs up." Terri kicked off the sandals she was wearing and did as her math professor had asked. Dan then sat in his chair and scooted forward. "Here, hold your legs back," he said.

Terri reached down to grab her legs behind the knees. She pulled them back and apart and raised her head to watch Dan. She just now realized that he wasn't going to fuck her, at least not yet, he was going to go down on her. The thought that she was going to watch her math professor lick her pussy almost made her swoon with sexual excitement.

Dan looked at Terri. "Are your absolutely sure about this, Terri?"

Terri swallowed and nodded. "Yes Dan, I'm sure."

"Excellent," he responded then lowered his mouth to her sweet, young pussy and began giving her the best oral sex she'd ever had. Of course, she'd only had one experience with it before, with the boy she'd given the blow job to. She felt herself wanting to cry out, to moan loudly, to call out encouragement to Dan. She caught herself in time and stifled it. Still, with jaws locked tight and trying to keep it quiet, she was moaning in her throat and breathing hard through her nose and, once in a while, opening her mouth and gasping from the pleasure Dan was giving her.

"Ooo-Ooo-Ooo!" she wailed softly as Dan slid two fingers into her pussy and began stimulating her g-spot.

It wasn't long after that before she was having one of the most intense orgasms of her young life. Trying to keep it quiet, grunting and gasping, her body convulsing, her legs quivering. And then it was done and she felt like a rag doll. Her head flopped back over the edge of the desk and her legs came down, to be held and gently lowered by Dan to either side of his body.

He looked at Terri's naked thighs and lower belly and her sweet little naked pussy. Completely open and exposed to him. Such a beautiful sight, he thought. Then he leaned forward to plant a sucking kiss on her protruding clitoris, making Terri twitch and gasp. Dan was in his element. He loved going down on beautiful, healthy, clean women. And this young woman was really beautiful. And her pussy had been extra tasty and extra wet. He looked down and saw the wetness between her legs, on his desk. He stood up and pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket. First he wiped his saliva and Terri's pussy juice off his lips and chin then mopped up the wetness off his desk, what there was of it.

Terri heaved a big sigh and raised her body up, propped on her elbows and forearms. "Wow, Dan, that was amazing."

Dan gave her a quizzical look. "Never had a boy do that for you?"

Terri shrugged. "Just once. But it wasn't nearly as good as what you just did."

"Why thank you dear."

"You're welcome, professor."

"Are you ready for more?" Dan undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He pushed his boxers below his knees and they fell the rest of the way on their own. His very erect cock stood out from his body, partially hidden by his shirt, which he then unbuttoned.

Terri noticed that Dan had a flat stomach, but then she had expected that. But what got her interest the most was his hard cock. Every time she'd had sex before, with the three boys that had been the total of her sexual experience until now, it had been dark and it had happened in a hurry. She'd never really gotten a good look at their cocks.

Dan's cock looked very rigid. It looked big, not huge or anything, but she knew it was bigger than any she'd held or sucked and that it was thicker, too. The head was swollen and the veins under the skin on the shaft were full and prominent. The sight of her math professor's hard cock sent a shiver through her body. She was going to have to check it out, up close and personal. Oh yeah, she thought, I will suck his cock and let him come in my mouth. She'd never done that before, although she'd been asked by the boy she'd given the bj too. Instead, she had finished him off by hand. Now, for some reason, sucking Dan's cock and letting him come in her mouth seemed liked a perfectly wonderful idea.

Terri remembered her Dickens. "Am I ready for more?" Terri grinned, "Please, sir, I want some more."

Dan laughed as he recognized the quote. What a wonderful young woman, he thought, beautiful, intelligent, and with a sense of humor.

"Lift your legs up, please," Dan said. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, letting her lower legs drape over his arms. He pulled her ass just over the edge of the desk and, at that point, his cock rubbed up through Terri wet pussy lips.

"Ooo," Terri sighed.

Dan looked down and maneuvered his hips. He could do this without using his hands. Terri's pussy was all but dripping wet with her lubricant. He loved women like that. And then his cock was positioned just right and he firmly, but carefully, shoved it all the way into Terri's tight little vagina.

"Ahhhhh!" Terri cried out as she felt for the first time that wonderful feeling of having a real cock fill her pussy instead of a dildo.

"Quiet, dear," Dan said, although he was pleased with her reaction to him shoving his cock into her pussy.

"Oh, right," Terri almost giggled, but then she closed her mouth and was breathing strongly through her nose as Dan began fucking her. Oh it felt so good. She wanted to cry out but she held it in. In a way that made what they were doing all the more exciting and arousing.

"Oh, Dan!" she whispered, "your cock feels so good."

Alright, Dan thought, this young woman doesn't have a problem vocalizing and articulating about sex. He loved that in a woman. He loved having a woman being able to tell him directly what she liked and whether it felt good, and just how good if felt. He loved having a woman using the words, fuck, fuck me, cock, pussy, coming, cum, and all the other words and phrases pertaining to the matter at hand.

"And your pussy is so damned tight and wet. It feels fantastic to my cock, Terri. Do you like my cock fucking you?"




Family Reunion



"Oh yes, Dan. Oh God, it feels so good. Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me, Dan!" Terri managed in a hoarse whisper, trying to be quiet.

Oh hell, yes, Dan thought, I've got a live one here. Terri's enthusiasm enhanced Dan's already high level of arousal.

For the next several minutes neither Dan nor Terri said anything. There was panting, grunting, quiet moaning, and the wet sound of a hard cock fucking a tight but well lubricated pussy.

All of a sudden, trying to be quiet, in a strangled voice, Terri cried out, "Oh Dan, Dan, Dan! Oh Dan... I'm... mmm, mmm, mmm." And Terri was coming again, pushing against Dan's hard thrusting hard cock, taking him as deeply as she could, feeling his thickness fucking in and out of her, feeling her pussy spasm again and again on his beautifully fucking cock.

At that point, Dan, who had been trying to hold back his impending ejaculation, let it go. He grunted and panted and fucked Terri's pussy even harder as his cock shot hot pulses of his thick cum deep inside her pussy, time and time again. His body shuddered and his eyes went unfocused and the pleasure he was feeling from fucking this young beauty was intense—better than with any other coed he'd ever fucked.

Terri sighed, then pushed her body upright. She gave Dan a big dimpled smile, placed her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long, wet kiss.

Dan's cock was still embedded in Terri's pussy and beginning to get soft, but her lovely kiss sent a little jolt though his body and he felt as though his cock gave a little twitch.

"Dan," Terri said after she slowly pulled her lips away from his, "I hope you don't think I'm being presumptuous, but I'd really like to see more of you, literally and figuratively."

Dan grinned and gave Terri a couple of sweet little kisses. "That's what I was thinking, Terri."

"Yeah, but it can't be here again." Terri looked around her math professor's small office. "Well, not too often," she said then laughed.

"I live with my son. He's in his last year here at River City U. I know his class schedule. Maybe, depending on your schedule and mine, we could meet at my house, at least some of the time. And then there are motels, dear."

"I live with my mother, but she's at work all day long. Doesn't get home until sometime between 5:30 and 6:00. And then on Tuesdays and Thursdays I don't have any classes between noon and 2:00. I usually go to the library and study, but I'm sure I won't have to study every Tuesday and Thursday."

"Well then, I'm sure that we can work out some time for us to meet on a regular or semi-regular basis. That is, if you want to."

"Oh I want to, Dan," Terri said before kissing him again, a long passionate kiss.

By now Dan's flaccid cock had slipped out of Terri's pussy, along with much of his semen. But her kiss, the smell of her perfume, the feel of her young body, and the fact that he'd just fucked her in his office, something he'd never done with any other girl here before, began to revive his cock. Still, it was going on quarter to six.

Dan broke the kiss. "It's getting late. Won't your mother wonder where you are?"

"I told her this morning that I was meeting two of my friends for burgers after school and that I'd be home when I got there. But, yeah, I probably should go anyway."

Terri started to move. "Wait a minute," Dan said. He picked up his handkerchief to wipe off his cock and wipe up the semen pooled between Terri's thighs.

"Oh my!" Terri exclaimed.

"Lie back, Terri," Dan said. Then he folded the handkerchief and began wiping his semen from her pussy. "We can't have my cum running down your legs when you meet your friends now, can we, since you're not wearing any panties?"

Terri laughed. "Thanks, Dan, but I'm not that bold. Not with this short skirt. I stopped in the ladies room and removed them before coming up to your office. I've got them in my purse."

Dan had finished doing a cursory cleaning of Terri's pussy and set the handkerchief aside before stepping back to pull up his boxers and pants.

Terri scooted her ass off the desk and stood up. Dan embraced her. His hands went down to grasp her firm ass cheeks as he pulled her hips tightly against his.

"Thank you for coming up here to seduce me, you beautiful, bold young woman."

Terri gave him a dimpled smile and blushed. "Thank you for letting me seduce you... not that it took much seduction on my part.

Terri and Dan kissed again. Then Terri turned and bent over in such a way that her short skirt rode well up over her ass. She knew that she was giving her math professor a good view of her recently fucked pussy protruding between her thighs, as well as her asshole. She heard him groan and then chuckle. She smiled to herself as she reached into her purse, a rather large shoulder bag, which she had left on the chair she'd sat in when she first came into the office. She pulled out her panties, sat on the edge of the chair and put them on, standing to tug them into place before pulling down her miniskirt. Then she stepped into her sandals, picked up her purse and looked at Dan.

"When can we meet again, Dan?"

"The day after tomorrow is Thursday, I can manage to take a couple of hours off in the middle of the day. If you want, we can meet up at your house."

"Great," Terri said. She grabbed a note pad and pen from Dan's desk and quickly wrote down her address. "Then she gave Dan one more quick kiss and left.

"My God!" Dan said to himself out loud. His grin was huge.

* * * *

"Well?" Darlene asked, as Terri joined her and Cynthia at a local student hangout. They had the last booth in the back of the restaurant.

"Yeah, tell us all the juicy details." Cynthia urged.

Terri, pressed her lips together and clenched her teeth. She took in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly before giving them a shrug. She was hesitating. Why? Because she really liked Dan and really loved what they had done in his office and didn't want to blab about it. But if she lied to her two best friends she was pretty sure they would know. She sighed again.

"Okay," she began, then smiled at the memory of what she and her math professor had done in his office. "Before I got to his office, I went into the nearest ladies room and removed my panties. I wasn't wearing a bra either."

Cynthia and Darlene gave each other a big grin. "Way to go, baby girl," Cynthia said.

"And I, well, I took your advice, Cyn. I took the direct approach. After telling him I wasn't there about the math class I sat my ass on the corner of his desk and raised my left thigh up on it. I knew, with this short skirt, that he would be able to see my pussy."

Both Darlene and Cynthia were squirming in the booth and all but squealing with laughter. The restaurant was noisy, music playing, people talking loudly, so the girls weren't too concerned that anyone would overhear them.

"I'm telling you, my heart was pounding so hard I thought I might have a heart attack," Terri said.

"So what happened?" Darlene asked.

"I told Dan—"

"Dan?" Cynthia asked, her eyes widening.

"Yes. His name is Dan. Anyway, I told Dan that I was there to seduce him. Well, not like that, but he got the idea. Actually, I got the feeling like he realized what was going on right away. So he, he..." Terri stopped, clearly seeing and feeling what Dan had done. It was making her pussy wet again. "He began by rubbing my knee, then kissing it and biting it. Then he, ohh, ohh, he kissed and caressed and nibbled up my thigh to my pussy," Terri said breathlessly, remembering what it had felt like, wondering if it had all been a wild dream. But no, it hadn't been a dream. She could still feel it in her pussy how his cock had fucked her.

Darlene and Cynthia squealed with delight and hunkered closer conspiratorially.

"So then he got up, checked the hall, locked his door, turned off the lights... but he has a window and the blinds were open so there was plenty of light in his office. Then he had me sit in the middle of his desk and lay back... while," Terri swallowed, then grinned at her two friends as she finished, "while he went down on me."

Cynthia and Darlene were staring now, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

"Really?" Darlene asked.

"Yes, really. And it was wonderful. I never had such a good orgasm before... until the next one."

"The next one? What happened, Ter?" Cynthia asked.

"Why, after I'd recovered and we kissed for a bit then he, well, he fucked me, right there on his desk. And that orgasm was even better than the first one."

"Wow! Wow-wow-wow!" Cynthia gushed.

"You did it! Oh! My! God! You did it!" Darlene exclaimed.

"So now what? Are you going to continue seeing him?" Cynthia asked.

Terri grinned. "Yep. I told him I didn't want just a one time thing. He agreed. So we'll meet again on Thursday, at my house, between noon and two."

Although she'd been reluctant at first to tell her girlfriends about what had happened in her math professor's office, once having told them, she felt better about it. It made it seem even more real.

"But listen, you two. No blabbing. If I hear anything, any rumor about me and Dan, me and a professor, anything at all, I will cut you out of my life. Understood?"

"Terri," Cynthia said with a hurt expression, "you're our best friend. We don't want to hurt you or cause any problems. You know we will keep this a secret. Right, Dar?"

"Absolutely, Cyn." Darlene said. "Cynthia's right, Terri. We love you. We'll keep this to ourselves." Darlene paused, then gave Terri a mischievous look. "But you've got to keep us updated."

"Oh right. Absolutely," Cynthia nodded.

"Oh, you guys!" Terri laughed. "Okay. You know I will. But, even though neither one of you are seeing an older man or a college professor, you'll have to keep me updated about your sexual escapades, too."

"Okay," Cynthia promised, and began telling Terri and Darlene about who she was presently fucking.

Chapter 4

Monday, August 18

As Tom began fucking her again, Sara knew it wouldn't take her long to achieve another orgasm. She was one of those women who, after achieving orgasm, could enjoy further sexual stimulation and proceed to a second orgasm, or even several of them, if the stimulation was kept up just right and she was in just the right mindset.

Sara took in a shaky breath, loving the feeling of her young lover's very hard, very swollen cock sliding smoothly through her tightened and well-lubricated vaginal sphincter; loving the feeling of his hard, masculine body on top of her, pressing down just hard enough, while supporting most of his weight on his forearms. She ran her hands over Tom's back, loving the play in his tense, hard back muscles as he fucked her and, down farther, his firm buttocks as they pumped up and down, thrusting his cock so wonderfully in and out of her pussy.

"Ohh! Ohh! Tom! Ohh, Tom, you're going to make me come again," Sara breathed into his ear.

Tom grinned to himself. Damn! What a hot and sexy woman. "Yeah, Sara. I want to feel you come again," Tom told her. He also wanted to come in Sara's pussy for the first time. To shoot his cum load inside this beautiful, sexy woman's tight wet pussy. That thought alone made him shudder with pleasure. He knew it wouldn't be too long before he did.

"Now, Tom! Now!" Sara cried out as she arched up against him and dug her fingers into his back. Wave after wave of beautiful orgasmic pleasure engulfed her body and mind. This orgasm was stronger than the last one.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Tom grunted as he reached the point of no return and began pumping his cock harder and faster through Sara's clenching pussy. His cock began to spasm as his semen came shooting out of his cock, splashing against Sara's cervix, filling her pussy. Tom had been so turned on to be making love to Sara that his orgasm was particularly strong and he cried out again and again with each hot ejaculation.

And then Sara and Tom were panting, sweating, laughing. Sara pulled Tom's face around to give him a big kiss. Their tongues did a delicate dance around each other, slipping and sliding in each other's tasty saliva.

Tom pulled back. "Wow, Sara, you are one hot lady!"

"Why thank you, Tom. But you're pretty good yourself, you know.

They kissed again, more gently, more tenderly.

Sara pulled her lips away from Tom's slowly. "I hate to say it," she began, as she looked at the delicate little watch on her wrist, "but I've got to get cleaned up and get back to work."

"Right," Tom said. He gave Sara a quick kiss on the lips then pushed back, pulling his softening cock out of her pussy with a wet sound. He got off the bed and held his hand out to Sara to help her up.

"Eek! I'm starting to leak," Sara exclaimed, as she felt Tom's semen begin to drip out of her pussy and down her thigh.

Tom laughed.

"There's another bath down the hallway, if you want to clean up," Sara said as she headed for her en suite bathroom.

Five minutes later they were both back in her bedroom getting dressed. Sara's panties were too wet for her to put back on so she fetched clean ones from her dresser. Tom finished tying his shoes and stood up. Sara put on her suit jacket and stepped up close to Tom and put her arms around his neck.

"Thanks, Tom, that was lovely."

"Yes you are and yes it was. So thank you, too." Tom murmured.

Sara put her hands behind Tom's head and pulled him down for a sweet kiss.

As they walk out of the bedroom and down to the front door Sara spoke up. "Tom, since we're lovers now, with more to come... pun intended. I'd like to know what you do."

They reached the front door and stopped. "I'm starting my last year at River City U., Sara. I'm a history major. I love history, much to my father's dismay, since he's a math professor there."

"History? I love history. Historical novels are my favorites, but I like reading pure history, too. And, of course, I'm always looking for good historical documentaries on TV. But math, blegh! I mean, I can do math. In fact, in my job I do a lot of math. But my daughter, she's beginning her second year at River City, she's a math genius. Top of the class in high school and taking advanced classes in college.

Sara unlocked the deadbolt to the front door then turned and put a hand to Tom's cheek. She had a thought and she had an impish look in her eyes.

"Tom, what are you doing Wednesday, say, after six p.m.?"

"Nothing really, why?"

"I work late every Wednesday. How would you like to come by the office and, uh," Sara hesitated and blushed, but then continued. "And, uh, well, fuck me on my desk?"

Tom's mouth dropped open and then he closed it and gave Sara a big grin. "Love to, Sara. After six?"

"Maybe a little later. Tell you what," Sara reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. "What's your phone number?" Tom told her as he reached into his pocket for his phone. It rang a few seconds after Sara finished dialing his number. "Now I have your number and you have mine. I'll call you after everyone else leaves the office. Okay?"

"I'll be waiting, and not far away," Tom said.

"Great," Sara said, giving Tom a big dimpled smile, her blue eyes sparkling with delight. God! She thought. I believe my pussy is getting wet again just thinking about it.

Tom knew his cock was reacting to the thought of meeting Sara at her work and, as she so bluntly put it, fucking her on her desk.

Tom and Sara embraced and gave each other another deep kiss.

"I can hardly wait, Sara."

"Me too," she said as she opened the door.

Tom stepped out and waited until Sara had closed and locked the door. "Okay, uh, dear, I'll see you Wednesday evening."

Sara smiled at Tom's endearment, but it pleased her. "That's right, sweetie. See you Wednesday evening."

Tom wore a big smile as he turned and headed for his car. Sara headed for hers. She was only twenty minutes late back from lunch. Not unprecedented for her or one of the doctors.

Debby looked up from the reception desk and gave Sara a big grin. Sara had a flushed, well-satisfied look on her face. "So, Sara, how'd it go?"

Sara flashed her a smile as she turned to go to her office and unlocked the door. She turned back to Debby, then looked into the waiting area. There were four people there. Sara looked back to Debby and raised her eyebrows twice in quick succession. "Too early to kiss and tell, Debby."

Chapter 5

Thursday, September 18

Dan pulled his BMW up to the curb at the address Terri had given him. It was a modest house in a nice older neighborhood, much like his own in a different part of town. As a tenured professor he wasn't raking in the money. That's why he was driving an eight-year old Beemer. He had an adequate salary and, he made some royalty fees off a math book for middle schools that he and two other math teachers had written a couple of years ago.

There was an older grey Toyota Corolla in the driveway. Terri's car he assumed. He took a deep breath. This was new to him. With other young female students, he took them to motels. A couple of times to his house. But he'd never met one at her home.

Terri opened the door seconds after Dan rang the bell. She flashed him a big grin and he felt his cock react. She was barefoot, wearing very short black shorts, as was the current style, and a sleeveless white cotton blouse that buttoned up the front. Her long tanned legs, her toned arms, her beautiful face, her very blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes enthralled him.

"Come on in, Dan," she said. As soon as she closed the door behind him, she turned to embrace him. "I am so glad that you came. I was worried that you wouldn't."

Dan put his hands around her waist. "How could I not? You are a beautiful and enticing young woman, as well as being quite intelligent. And the way that you, um, seduced me. Perhaps the better phrase is came on to me, well, I've never had a woman, one of my students, be so bold and direct."

Terri blushed and looked down. But she was grinning when she looked back up. "Yeah, well, you're going to be even more surprised when I tell you, I never had sex before."

Dan was shocked. "What? You've never, ever had sex before?" He couldn't believe what Terri had just told him. Could he really have been the first man, or boy, to have fucked her pussy? She hadn't been a virgin. No hymen to break. No blood. No pain.

"Well, I gave a couple of boys hand jobs when I was in high school. I gave one a blow job and he went down on me... but he wasn't nearly as good as you were, Dan." Terri gave Dan a sweet smile, remembering how good he'd licked her pussy. "And I do masturbate with a dildo but, no, I've never had a man's cock in my pussy before you. And Dan," Terri said with complete sincerity, "it was wonderful."

Dan realized that Terri must have used a dildo to break her own hymen and to prepare herself for actual sex. He wasn't in the school of wanting to have a virgin. He'd had one or two in his life and he found virginity much overrated. He preferred experienced women. But here she was, in effect, admitting that she'd been a virgin from the point of view of never having fucked a man before him. He shook his head and grinned. "You are a more amazing young woman than I thought.

Terri put an arm around Dan's neck and pulled him down to kiss him fully on the mouth. Dan pulled Terri's delightful young body hard against his as they kissed passionately for several moments. By the time they pulled their lips apart, his cock was almost fully erect. Terri reached a hand down to give it a squeeze.

"Dan," she whispered against his chest, her heart still thumping from the kiss. "I want to, to... to suck your cock in the worst way. And I want you to come in my mouth."

Oh my dear God! Dan thought. It just keeps getting better and better.

"Terri, I've never had a woman, of any age, tell me something like that. At least not at the beginning of an affair. You are amazing."




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Terri smiled, raised her eyebrows, and shrugged. "The other three sexual encounters I mentioned, they happened in the dark and I didn't really have a chance to see much. When I saw your cock in your office and then what you did for me with your mouth—well, I just want to examine your cock up close and I want to give you as much pleasure with my mouth as you did for me with yours."

"Doesn't make you any less amazing, Terri," Then he kissed her again. He broke the kiss and whispered over her lips. "I want you to suck my cock and I want to come in your mouth. I want to lick your pussy again, I enjoyed it so much. And then I want to fuck you again. Oh, yes, Terri, I want to fuck your beautiful, sweet, little pussy again." He kissed her again, another long, wet, tongue-twisting, passionate kiss.

Terri sucked in air when Dan pulled his lips from hers. "Ooooo, yessss! Come on." She grabbed Dan's hand and headed for her bedroom. She left the door open after they entered. "My mother's at work and won't be home before 5:30 so we won't be disturbed. And, of course, we both have to be back at school long before then." Terri said as she started unbuttoning her blouse.

Dan kicked off his loafers, then began removing his slacks. By the time he got them and his socks off and was beginning to unbutton his shirt, Terri was standing before him in a nearly see-through, lacey pink bra and matching lacey pink thong that wonderfully enhanced the beauty of her hips and thighs, but were so scanty as to make one wonder why a woman would wear them... except to be, as now, beautifully sexual.

"Wow, Terri. You are beautiful."

Terri blushed and grinned as she reached behind her back to undo her brassiere. When her 34C breasts were free, Terri gave Dan a wicked smile as she massaged them and pinched her already hard nipples.

Dan's cock was now as hard as it ever got, looking at this beautiful young woman and knowing what was going to happen. He dropped his shirt and shoved his boxers down and kicked them to one side. His cock stood up at attention at about a 45 degree angle, all bulging veins and swollen head.

Terri had finished peeling her panties down and kicked them to the side, also. Her eyes now roamed up and down Dan's naked body. He was in good shape. Besides the flat stomach, he had strong-looking legs and arms, good shoulders, and just enough body hair to be attractive to her. But her eyes concentrated on his hard cock. The curtains on the one window in her bedroom were open. The window looked out onto the backyard, which had a privacy hedge around it. There was plenty of light in the bedroom to see every detail of his cock.

Terri had watched enough porn to know what she wanted to do next. She knew that the sex in porn was generally exaggerated and played to the desires of men. But she also knew that she could use some of the exaggerated play to her advantage.

Terri dropped to her knees in front of Dan. He kept his pubic hair trimmed very closely. She took hold of his erection and stroked it a couple of times. Dan groaned. She carefully inspected his hard cock, the blue veins, full and snaking around it, the swollen head, the very firmness of his cock as she squeezed. She looked at his balls, taking her other hand to lift and fondle them. She was fascinated with this clear and close up look at a man's fully erect cock and testicle filled scrotum. Terri looked up at Dan and smiled. He looked down into those beautiful blue eyes and wondered if he were having a dream. And then he gasped and tilted his face towards the ceiling as Terri slid her hot, wet mouth over his cock and began sucking on it and stroking it at the same time.

"Ah! God! Oh, Terri, that's good," Dan breathed out, enjoying her mouth and hand working gently on his cock. It wasn't like he hadn't had other women fondle his balls, stroke and suck his cock. But he'd never had a sexual ingénue like Terri do so, and then to tell him up front how she wanted to do it and to have him come in her mouth, also. That was just icing on a great big sexually exciting cake.

All these thoughts, exciting sexual thoughts, left his brain as Terri took her hand off his cock and began sucking it deeper into her mouth, until she was sucking over five of his seven inch long cock deep into her mouth, nearly gagging on it. Terri had watched her mother's porn videos many times, and later, went on the Internet to watch porn. She knew something about sucking cock from that, but also, she used to practice with her dildo. She wanted to be able to please a man orally when the opportunity presented itself. With the one boy who she'd given the bj to, well, he wasn't nearly as big in length and thickness as Dan. She'd been able to take him all the way in her mouth without even gagging. With Dan she couldn't, or she'd have to work at it.

Go for it, Terri told herself. She grabbed Dan by the back of his thighs, took in a deep breath, then forced her head forward, forced his cock into the top of her throat, feeling it bending slightly, then her nose was against his belly and her lower lip against his scrotum. She gagged, pulled back and gasped, then did it again. The third time she did it she managed to get her tongue out and lick his balls.

Oh my dear God! Dan thought, for a sexual novice she certainly knows what she's doing. He knew he didn't have the biggest cock in the world, but then again, he didn't have the smallest one either. Still, he hadn't met too many women who could, or would, deep throat him. But here was beautiful, innocent, young Terri doing it.

Now Dan's cock was coated with the thick and very slick saliva that deep throating produces and Terri was once again stroking his now well lubricated cock and sucking on it at the same time. She kept this up for several minutes, looking up at Dan every now and then. He looked back down at her. "You're beautiful. You're wonderful," he told her. She would have smiled but her mouth was full of his cock. She was really enjoying sucking this older man's cock, her math professor. And she really wanted him to come in her mouth.

And then it was happening. Dan felt the build-up of sexual tension just prior to explosive release. This was going to be a good orgasm, he could tell. All the facts and factors that brought him to this point, to have his student willingly, wantonly sucking his cock in her bedroom was a massive ego boost and a major sexual turn-on.

"Terri," Dan said hoarsely. "I'm going to cum, Terri."

She smiled up at him with her eyes. She reached down to touch her pussy. It was wet, literally dripping wet. Sucking Dan's cock was so much better than the one other time she'd done it. She was really into it. Terri began rubbing her clitoris and moaning with the beautiful, sensitive pleasure of it.

All of a sudden Dan grabbed Terri's head and pressed his hips forward as he cried out, grunting and groaning, "Yessss!"

Terri felt his cock spasm in her mouth and a second later the first pulse of his thick semen splattered against the back of her mouth. She began swallowing while sucking and stroking his cock and rubbing her clitoris even harder. She felt Dan's cock spasm several times. Each time he grunted and each time his cock shot more cum into her mouth. And then her rubbing of her clitoris, combined with the excitement of sucking off her math professor and swallowing his cum, brought her to orgasm, also. She moaned and groaned as her body shuddered with pleasure and she had a hard time not biting down hard on Dan's cock.

Finally, Terri pulled her mouth off his cock and rested her forehead against his thigh as the last of her orgasm throbbed through her body. Her hand was squeezing Dan's cock rhythmically.

Dan, himself, was through with his orgasm and it had been every bit as good as he thought it was going to be. His legs felt rubbery. And, at the edges of his consciousness, he realized that Terri must have had an orgasm too. He laughed, then he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back upright as he knelt down in front of her. Her hand slipped off his now softening cock.

"I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again: Terri, you are one hell of an amazing woman. And did you just have an orgasm, too?"

Terri opened her eyes and blinked with a smile. "Yeah, I did. I was so turned on sucking your cock, knowing you were going to come in my mouth that I was literally dripping wet. And when I touched my clit I knew that I could come. And I did, right after you did." She paused. "Oh Dan, I loved that. I loved sucking your cock. I loved swallowing your cum."

"I loved it, too, dear. Just like I loved licking your pussy the other day. For being a novice at sex, you are one hell of a good cock sucker."

Terri was pleased and laughed. Then Dan put his hand on either side of her face and gave her a long, loving kiss, swirling his tongue around hers, chasing it in and out of her mouth and his, tasting the dregs of his cum on it and in her mouth. Terri was surprised, not expecting him to kiss her after coming in her mouth. It pleased her that he did.

Dan got to his feet and grabbed Terri's hand and helped her up. He embraced her and kissed her again. "It's going to take me a bit to recover," he told her. "And you might be too sensitive, your clitoris, for more stimulation. With some women it's like that. With others, not so much. But if you think you can take it, I'd love to go down," here he paused and gave Terri big grin and a quick double eyebrow raise, "on your tasty, dripping wet, pussy.

Terri laughed at how Dan had phrased his desire. "Let's find out," she said. She turned and got on her double bed. As she did, she gave Dan a beautiful view of her pussy and ass. And, even from where he was standing, he could see how wet her pussy was. Terri threw a couple of pillows against the headboard, turned over and lay back against them. She bent her legs at the knees, feet flat on the bed, and let her legs splay out. "Is this okay?" she asked, grinning impishly at him.

"That's beautiful," Dan said as he took in the sight of her beautiful face, full breasts, flat stomach, shapely thighs and calves, and, most importantly, her pretty little pink pussy, glistening with her vaginal lubrication.

Dan got up on the bed on his stomach, between Terri's legs. He wrapped his hands around the tops of her thighs and wasted no time in getting his mouth down on her pussy. Mmm, he thought, I love this smell and this taste, as he began licking and sucking on Terri's inner labia.

Terri breathed out with pleasure at the feeling of Dan's mouth on her pussy. "Ohhh, yes, Dan. I love your mouth on my pussy."

"Mmm," was Dan's response as he kept licking, sucking, and nibbling up and down Terri's sweet, young vagina. He lifted his head. "Is it okay? Is it too sensitive?"

"No," Terri shook her head. "It's wonderful."

"Great," Dan said, and went back to making oral love to this amazing and lovely young woman. He didn't know where this relationship was going, but he hoped it would last a long time.

Terri began moaning and making little noises deep in her throat. Dan looked up from under his brows as he continued making love to her pussy with his mouth. She had her eyes closed and was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Dan reached up and firmly squeezed Terri's outer labia, with her clitoris pinched between them. He continued licking on the sensitive area below the clitoris while he pinched and tugged on the labia and the clitoris caught between them.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, Dan!" Terri cried out. Her hips lifted off the bed and she pressed her pussy hard into Dan's licking, sucking mouth. Her hips began undulating, up and down, as Dan's finger pinched and tugged on her labia and clitoris. "Oh, fuck! Yes, Dan!" Terri gasped.

Dan kept up what he was doing for several moments and then Terri's body started convulsing as another orgasm exploded from her pussy and flooded her body and mind with intense pleasure. She cried out in a strangled voice, "I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Dan released his hold on Terri's labia and stopped working his lips and tongue on her pussy. He just held on to her thighs while her orgasm peaked and then began to fade.

"Oh my!" Terri sighed. Then she giggled. "You are so good at that, Dan."

Dan pulled himself up into a kneeling position and smiled. "Practice, dear. Practice. And a desire to do it well." He wiped the wetness off his lips and chin with his hand and wiped his hand on his thigh.

"Come here," Terri said, holding out her arms. She scooted down off the pillows to meet him

Dan lowered himself over Terri's warm body. She embraced him and kissed him deeply, tasting her pussy on his tongue in his mouth, and excited to be doing so.

While they were kissing, Dan maneuvered his hips around until his cock, which was now hard once again, was pressing in just the right spot. He rotated his hips and his cock slid through Terri's vaginal sphincter and deep into her vagina to begin fucking her with smooth, long strokes.

Terri gasped and clung tightly to Dan. His cock, fucking her, felt so damned good. She was still revved up from her two previous orgasms. She didn't have any experience with this. She didn't know what to expect. Two orgasms in a short period of time and now... now she was sure she was going to have another one and pretty soon, too. Whenever she masturbated, she'd have one orgasm and that was it. Of course, she often masturbated just before going to sleep, so maybe that was a factor.

Dan was loving how good Terri's tight little pussy felt on his cock. He loved how she was making little noises of pleasure and holding on to him so tightly. At his age and with his sexual experience, and after having just come in Terri's mouth, he figured he could go for a long time. But he didn't want to. He wanted to have another orgasm soon and, of course, he'd have to get back to the university before his next class started.

He started thinking about fucking Terri in the ass, wondering if she ever experimented anally with her dildo. If she was an anal virgin he wondered if, at some point, he could talk her into letting him fuck her in the ass or, at the very least, give it a try. He was sure he could. But right now, he visualized her using a long dildo, the kind that was firm but quite bendable. Lubing up her ass and the dildo. Having a squeaky clean colon. Slowly inserting the dildo into her ass, through her anus and her rectum and, slowly, carefully, up into her colon, deeper and deeper until the whole dildo disappeared from view as her finger pushed the last of it through her anus, which closed up on it after it was all the way in.

Oh fuck, he thought, that would be so hot and then I could fuck her pussy with the dildo in her ass and deep up in her colon. Dan moaned. Then, he told himself, after I fucked her pussy and she comes, she could pull the dildo out... and suck on the end that had been deep up inside her. And then I could fuck her ass and make her come as I came and shot a big load of my cum in her ass.

The thought of doing something like that with Terri, a pure fantasy to be sure, excited Dan. "Oh, Terri, Terri," he gasped.

"Yes, Dan. I'm close. Your cock feels so good fucking me. I'm going to come again. I want to feel you come in my pussy."

"Ahhhh! Yes! Yes!" Dan cried out as he began fucking Terri's pussy hard and fast as his orgasm arrived and he began shooting thick wads of his cum deep down inside Terri's pussy.

Terri wailed and groaned and then she, too, began coming, and coming, and coming. This orgasm, one part of her brain realized, was better than the other two.

And then they were done. Hearts beating hard. Panting. Covered in a light sheen of sweat. And feeling oh so good and oh so relaxed.

They kissed sweetly, then again. Terri sucked on his tongue, then Dan sucked on hers. He held himself up on straight arms and smiled at her. "Amazing young woman," he said.

Terri laughed. "Amazing... older man."

Dan laughed, then carefully pulled his cock, which was very flaccid now, wetly from her pussy, then flopped over on his back. Terri, closed her legs, turned over on her side and pulled her legs up.

"Gosh, it would be nice to just take a nap now, wouldn't it?" Terri asked wistfully.

"Absolutely. But we'll have to save that for another time." Dan levered himself up, then leaned down to kiss Terri on the cheek. "I've got to get back to the University and so do you, my dear. And the longer we lay here the harder it will be..."

"And I want it harder," Terri said with a giggle.

Dan laughed, kissed her cheek again. Which way to the bathroom, Terri?"

"Out my bedroom door to the right and straight ahead.

Dan got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Terri sighed but got up, too, and went into her mother's bedroom to use her bathroom to do the same. But she was smiling. Wow! she thought, that was fucking fantastic. I'm going to have to tell Cynthia and Darlene about this like I promised them.

At the front door, several minutes later, Terri and Dan exchanged phone numbers. "I'll call you when I figure out the next best time to get together for me. And if it's good for you, then we'll do this again. Would you mind going to a motel? We could take that little nap after. I'd like that."

Terri grinned, she'd like that too. "Okay," she said, then kissed Dan on the mouth one last time before they went out the door to head back to the University.

Chapter 6

Wednesday, August 20

River View Chiropractic was a single story building that sat by itself among a small cluster of other health-related businesses. Tom was parked about a block away and had a good view of the small parking lot on the side of the building. It was 6:20 p.m. and a Lincoln Navigator pulled out of the parking lot and drove off in the opposite direction. Now, only Sara's silver Lexis was left in the parking lot.

Fifteen minutes went by and then Tom's phone rang. He checked it. It was Sara. "Hello, Sara," he said simply.

"Hello, Tom. Are you close by?"

"Yep. You ready for me now?"

"Oh yeah, Tom. I'm ready," Sara said in a sexy, breathy voice.

Tom squeezed his groin muscles tightly, making his cock feel good. "I'm starting my car now. I'll see you in a minute."

Sara unlocked the front door when she saw Tom coming up the sideway. She locked it again after he entered. When she turned around, Tom pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Sara, keys still in hand, placed her arms around Tom's neck and pressed up against him as the kiss became more passionate.

"It's only been two days, but I must have masturbated six times thinking about tonight," Tom said as he pulled his lips from Sara's.

Sara smiled. She was flattered. "Come on, this way," she said taking Tom's hand and pulling him towards a corridor.

"What? Wait. I thought we were going to, you know, do it on your desk."

Sara smiled over her shoulder. "Another time, maybe. This is something else I've always wanted to do." Sara led Tom into one of the treatment rooms.

In the middle of the room was a padded, leatherette upholstered treatment table. Suspended at the foot of the table was a roll of paper that could be pulled up over the table, then ripped off and disposed of for each new patient who laid down there. There was no paper over the table now.

"I wiped down the surface so it's nice and clean. After we're done, I'll wipe it down again," Sara said. She was excited to be doing this, fucking in a treatment room where she worked and, especially, to be fucking this handsome young man. Her body shivered just slightly with anticipation.

Sara turned to Tom and embraced him, tilting her face up to him. She decided to be blunt and bold and, unlike some women, she liked talking "dirty." Only she didn't think of it as dirty, only as directly sexual or erotic. "You ready to fuck me in here, Tom?"




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"You bet," he said with a big grin. He liked her being so open with her language.

Sara groped Tom's crotch, feeling his cock, which was nearly fully erect. "I guess you are," she said before pulling him down for another long, delicious kiss.

Tom pulled his lips from Sara's sweet mouth and began to kiss and nibble on her neck, still holding her tightly against his body. She moaned and rubbed her tits and hips against him. She loved having her neck kissed and bitten. "Ohhh, Tom," she breathed out as his mouth maneuvered carefully around her dangling earrings to nibble on her ear.

Tom, emboldened by Sara's bluntness, decided to speak his mind to her. "Sara, I want to fuck you so much. Here, or anywhere. I want to suck on your pussy. I want to feel your mouth on my cock. I want to feel my hard cock fucking your tight, little pussy." Then he kissed and nibbled on her ear again before going back down to her neck.

Sara, head tilted up, eyes closed, moaned with pleasure. Her body shuddered with delight. Her pussy was definitely getting wetter by the second.

"Ahhh!" she gasped. She pushed Tom back. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated. "Get undressed," she said as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Next came her lacy bra. Tom had almost ripped his T-shirt getting it off. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and let them drop to the floor before kicking them off to the side. He looked up and saw Sara's lovely breasts and couldn't stop himself from reaching out to massage them. He bent down to kiss her on the mouth then moved down to suck and firmly bite each of Sara's fat, luscious nipples, eliciting a string of gasps out of her.

Tom stripped out of his boxer briefs and had trouble kicking them off to the side as he still had his tennies on. He quickly knelt down to untie his shoes strings. He looked up as Sara finished unbuttoning and unzipped her skirt and letting it fall to the floor and, like Tom, kicked it to one side.

She smiled down at him. "You like?"

Tom's mouth fell open, then he grinned and nodded. Oh, hell yes!" he said. This was the stuff of fantasies. Sara was standing before him in self-supporting, black thigh high stockings and her shiny black stiletto heels and nothing else. She hadn't been wearing panties. Tom's cock throbbed.

He forgot about his boxer briefs, shoes, and socks and kneeled, pressing his nose into Sara's beautiful, bald pussy. He could smell just a touch of her perfume along with her wonderful womanly smell. He could tell that she was clean. The time between when the last car left and she called him, he realized, she must have gone into the bathroom to freshen up.

As Tom's nose and lips and tongue began to explore her pussy, Sara moaned. Her ass was against the treatment table. She shifted her weight, placed her hands on the edge of the table and levered her ass up on it. Then she leaned back, supporting her torso with her arms behind her and spread her legs.

Tom inched forward on his knees on the rough commercial carpet. He didn't even feel it. Now that he had open access to Sara's pussy, he began making the most of it. His right hand came up and, with his thumb and first two fingers, he firmly pinched her outer pussy lips over her clitoris. His first lover, an older woman, had taught him this and a couple of other things on how to please a pussy.

He pinched Sara's pussy hard and pulled up then began roll his thumb and fingers back and forth in such a way that it stimulated Sara's clitoris wonderfully without any direct contact on it. Then he began licking the sensitive spot just below her clitoris.

"Oh my God!" Sara gasped. "Oh, fuck, Tom!" Sara had never had anyone do this to her. How could this young man know how to do something like this, something that was almost immediately feeling so good that she knew, if he kept it up, it wouldn't take her long to come.

But Tom didn't keep it up. He tried to gage Sara's level of arousal and when he thought she was getting close to orgasm, he stopped. He stopped pinching her clitoris between her pussy lips and he stopped licking her sensitive spot.

"Ooo," Sara moaned and then, almost immediately, "ahhh!" as Tom pursed his lips and placed them over her clitoris and began sucking, not biting, or licking, just sucking. At the same time he slid two fingers through her very wet vaginal sphincter. He pressed down and in with great pressure. "Ohhh!" Sara exclaimed. Her vaginal muscles tightened up and then Tom relaxed. Then, when her pussy muscles relaxed, he pressed again, which again made her want to tighten her vaginal muscles.

Sara couldn't believe it. It almost felt like she was being fucked and on top of that was Tom's wonderful sucking mouth over her clitoris.

This went on for several minutes. Sara's arms were getting tired, holding her body up. Her legs were tired from holding them up and wide open. But she was totally fascinated to watch her young lover manipulating her pussy so wonderfully. He would look up at her from time-to-time and, with his mouth still on her pussy, she could have sworn that he was smiling at her.

Then it was happening. "Oh Tom! Oh Tom! Ooo! Ooo! Tom, it feels so good. Yessssss!" and Sara was coming, her body shaking, her legs quivering. "Oh yes! Oh fuck yes!" she cried out.

Tom kept his mouth over Sara's clitoris and fingers in her pussy, but not moving, just holding them there while her orgasm played out. Only then did he pull his mouth away from her delicious pussy. He pulled his fingers out of it, then sucked her juices from them. He was smiling. God, he thought, I love doing that. To Tom, giving Sara sexual pleasure with his mouth was almost as good as fucking her... well, not quite. But it did give him a great sense of mental pleasure.

Sara's orgasm left her weak. Her legs were now dangling over the side of the treatment table. Her body laid back on it, with her shoulders projecting over the edge of it and her head lolling down. She lay like that for several moments, recovering from her climax, then she carefully, but quickly pulled herself upright. Tom was busy finishing untying his shoes, getting them, his socks, and then his boxers off.

Sara smile and stood up just as Tom did. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him several times, and then one long, very wet, tongue twisting kiss. "Where did you learn to do that," she asked. "No. Wait. Didn't you say your first lover was an older woman?"

Tom smiled and nodded.

"But you did things I didn't even know about."

"It was a chance meeting. She was a porn star, or ex-porn star. Mature. But she was still pretty hot looking. And once she found out that I wasn't put off by her age, in fact, attracted by it. Well, she decided to be my lover for a few months."

"What happened?

"I don't know. I got an email one day saying she loved me, hoped my future would be bright, but it was over. I went by her apartment but she'd moved. She never answered my phone calls or my emails. After about three weeks, I got the message: It was over."

"Well, she did good, Tom, because you did good." Sara paused. "You want me to suck your cock now?"

"I'd love that, but I'd really like to fuck you, if that's okay?"

"Of course it's okay!" Sara looked a little embarrassed. "Tom, have you ever had anal sex with a woman?"

"With my first lover, the ex-porn star."

"Of course. Did you like it?"

"Yes. Yes, I did. Why do you want me to have anal sex with you?" Tom couldn't believe it. He hadn't met any girls who wanted to have anal sex, in spite of all the anal sex porn on the Internet.

"Well, when Dr. Owens left, the last car to leave before I called you?"

Tom nodded.

"I took some time to, uh, well, to give myself a little enema and then clean up. I like anal sex and I know this is kind of early in our relationship. But if you're okay with it, I would love to have you fuck me in the ass." Sara gave Tom a wickedly sexy smile.

Tom grinned a big grin. "Well, uh, yeah, Sara. I'd love to," he paused and grinned, "fuck you in the ass."

Sara laughed and kissed Tom quickly. "I'll be right back." A few moments later she came back into the treatment room with a partial roll of paper towels and a small bottle of sexual lubricant. She set the paper towel roll on the treatment table and handed Tom the bottle. "You know what to do, right?"

Tom smiled and put his arm around Sara to pull her close for a lingering kiss.

Sara then turned around and got up on the table on her hands and knees. Before she could adjust herself, Tom quickly set the bottle of lube down and grabbed Sara's ass. He began kissing and caressing it, as well as biting all around on it. He pulled back and looked at Sara's little brown butthole and thought, well if she washed her pussy, she probably washed her asshole, too. He kissed her asshole, making her gasp in surprise. Then he began licking it and that made her moan. He kept this up for a few moments before straightening up.

"Mmm, that was nice Tom," Sara said, enjoying his hands and mouth caressing and kissing her ass cheeks and anus. Then she spread her knees wide apart bringing her ass down to where Tom could easily stand behind her and fuck her ass. Supporting her upper body on her elbows and forearms, she looked over her shoulder and grinned. "Is this okay?"

Tom's cock felt so hard it almost hurt from the blood pressure in it. He picked up the bottle of lube and squirted some of it directly onto Sara's anus and rubbed it around for a bit before carefully sliding a finger in. He worked the finger around, pressing up, down, and from side-to-side, then he slid in a second finger. He fucked Sara's ass with those two fingers for a while, pressing all around and deep as he could push them. Sara moaned and groaned as he did this.

"Do me, Tom," Sara spoke up. "Just start out slowly."

"Right," Tom said. He lubed up his cock, grabbed a couple of paper towels off the roll to clean off his hand. Then he stepped up and pressed the very large and swollen head of his cock right against Sara's little butthole. Holding his cock at the base, he pressed slowly into her anus. His cock head started to mushroom at first, and his cock, as hard as it was, bent just a little before it began to slid through Sara's tight anal sphincter. Tom was beyond aroused. This hot, horny, beautiful woman wanted him to fuck her ass, and now here he was doing it.

"Oh yes, Tom, that's it. Slow and easy," Sara sighed.

Slowly and easily, Tom's cock disappeared through Sara's now stretched anus until most of it was inside her. He loved the feeling of her tight anal muscle on his cock. She loved the feeling of the girth of his cock forcing its way through that tight anal muscle and keeping it stretched open.

Tom began to fuck his cock, gently, just a short distance, through Sara's asshole. As he kept this up, Sara moaned with pleasure saying "Yes, that's it," and "Oh Tom, your cock feels so good in my ass." Tom began to fuck Sara's ass with longer, faster strokes and Sara's kept encouraging him. Soon, with Tom holding onto Sara's hips, he was banging his cock fast and hard in and out of her ass. And Sara was all but screaming out how much she liked it, how good it felt to have him fuck her ass. And then she was coming, grunting, panting, her body convulsing. It took Tom by surprise. Here was a woman who not only loved anal sex, but she could get off on it. Now Tom was sure he never wanted their affair to end.

He kept fucking her because, with her orgasm happening like that, Tom felt his own approaching quickly. "Oh fuck, yes!" he cried out. "Sara! Sara!" And then Tom was shooting a big load of his hot cum deep up inside Sara's ass. The orgasm was intense and his body shuddered with pleasure. Tom realized, surprisingly, that Sara was having a second orgasm. One that came right on the heels of his. She was crying and panting, pushing her ass back hard onto his thrusting cock, getting every bit of it that she could inside her ass.

And then it was over. Tom still held onto Sara's hips, pressing forward against her firm ass cheeks, his cock buried deep up in her ass. His upper body was leaning back, head tilted up to the ceiling. He was panting, heart still thumping in his chest, and he was sweating. He laughed to himself, how a bit of sex could get one sweating. Sara shifted her body, pushing back against Tom's hips and cock, still deep in her ass. She carefully lowered her legs down until her high heels touched the floor. She sighed and laughed and wiggled her ass. She pushed herself up off the table to stand upright. Tom's hands came around in front of her, moved up to enclosed her breasts. He held her tight against his body. His cock was still in her ass, but it was getting soft quickly.

"Damn, Sara!" Tom said. "That was fantastic!"

"Yeah, I kind of liked it, too. So now you know, Tom. I'm one of those women who actually like anal sex. Is that okay with you?"

"Damn, Sara! That was fantastic!" Tom repeated.

Sara giggled. "Okay, I got the message. However, don't think this is going to happen every time we get together, okay?"

Tom gently massaged Sara's breasts. He kissed her on the neck. She leaned back into him. "Yeah. Not every time. Just once in a while, though, right?

"Mmm." Sara was enjoying Tom kissing her neck and massaging her tits. "Right, once in a while."

Just then, Tom's flaccid penis slid out of Sara's ass, along with a gob of his semen. Tom gave Sara's neck one last kiss before reaching for the paper towels. He tore off several, wiped his cock off, then got to his knees behind Sara. His cum was already oozing over the elastic top of her thigh high stocking and down onto the stocking itself. Sara leaned forward on the table and spread her legs. Tom wiped the cum off her stockings, following the trail of his cum on her naked thigh, and finally dabbed and blotted all around her anus, cleaning up all his semen. There was a blob of his cum on the carpet that he blotted up as best he could.

When he stood up Sara had turned around. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips then stepped around him and went to a stand-alone cabinet. She opened it and pulled out a small plastic trashcan liner. Tom put the wad of paper towels in it.

"Go down the hall to the bathroom and clean up," Sara said. "I'm going to wipe down the table then I'm going to clean up too."

A few minutes later, Sara and Tom were ready to leave. She handed him the trash bag, now twisted and tied shut and shooed him out of the front door, saying, "There's a dumpster in back." Then she activated the alarm system, went out the door and locked it behind her.

She met Tom at their cars. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her up to him. They kissed a long, sweet kiss. "When can I see you again?" he asked.

Sara smiled and gave Tom three little kisses on the lips. "Soon," she said. "I'm not sure but I'll call you, okay?"

Tom sighed. "I guess it'll have to be."

Sara laughed. "What? Most guys would just be happy to have gotten laid... anal sex no less. And be on their way to their favorite bar to brag to their buddies."

"Most guys, maybe. But that's not me. Besides, any time with you is like a little time in heaven."

Sara laughed. "Oh stop." But she was pleased, nonetheless. "I'll call you tomorrow. You'll have to suffer until then." She laughed again then gave him another little kiss. Sara walked around to the driver's side of her car and unlocked it with her key fob. She gave Tom a smile and a wink. "You're hot, Thomas Reynolds." And then she was getting into her car.

Oh no I'm not, Tom told himself, then repeated what he used to say when he was a gawky, gangling freshman in high school when he'd see one of the hot chicks: You're so hot and I'm so not. Of course, now, Tom knew that he was probably considered a bit above average in "hotness," but Sara, in his mind, was way above average in "hotness."

Chapter 7

Wednesday, October 15

It was mid-October, usually warm and sunny in River City but the jet stream had dipped and a storm had come out of the Gulf of Alaska unexpectedly. It was cold and raining hard off and on. The university cafeteria was packed.

Tom had his tray of food and looked around. There were a few seats open at some of the tables, then he noticed a good looking blonde girl sitting by herself at a table for two, next to the windows, where the rain was sheeting down.

"Hi, kind of crowded today, the weather and all. Do you mind if I sit here?" Tom asked.

Terri looked up at the handsome, smiling young man and her heart did a double beat. She liked what she saw, but as in really liked what she saw. Terri was chewing a large bite of her hamburger and wasn't quite ready to swallow, so she nodded and indicated with her hand for him to sit. Terri felt flustered for some reason. She didn't usually have that reaction to good-looking boys, but there was something about him that really grabbed her.

Finally, she swallowed. "Sorry, I had my mouth full."

"Understandable," Tom said. He, too, was feeling a strong attraction to this good-looking blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl. He wanted to get to know her better, a lot better.

"Anyway," Tom said, "thanks for letting me sit here. Let me introduce myself. I'm Tom Reynolds and—"

"Any relation to Professor Reynolds in the Math Department?" Terri asked jokingly. That would be a hoot, wouldn't it? she told herself, being the professor's lover and then meeting his son and... well, he is an awfully attractive guy.

"Guilty," Tom said with a grin.

Terri stopped chewing and stared at Tom. The wind gusted and the rain beat against the window. Then she caught herself. "Oh wow," she said brightly, "I'm in one of his classes."

"Then you must be pretty good at math," Tom said as he started cutting into his enchiladas.

"So, so, I guess. But, uh, where are my manners? I'm Terri Hensley," Terri said as she held out her hand.

Now Tom stopped chewing. He took her hand and gave it a squeeze and a small shake and it felt like electricity ran up his arm.

"Hensley? Not a common name," he said. "I actually met a Sara Hensley a couple of months ago, after a bicycle accident I had."

"Sara Hensley? Chiropractic office manager? That Sara Hensley?" Terri asked.

"Yep," Tom said as he nodded. Damn! he thought, this is Sara's daughter. Now what? I was going to ask her out. I want to date her. She's really hot, like her mom. But can I do that? Should I do that?

"Well isn't this a small world?" Terri said for lack of anything better to say.

Tom made up his mind. "Say, Terri, they're playing Monty Python movies all this week at the Tower Theatre. Friday night is The Life of Brian. Are you a Python fan? Would you like to go see it with me?" This was just a date with a beautiful, obviously intelligent girl. It's not likely that it would go beyond that, at least not for while, Tom reasoned. And it wasn't likely that his affair with Sara would last more than a few months, if that.

Tom knew he was kidding himself. He'd would keep seeing Sara as long as she wanted him to, but there was no way that it would be more than just a sexual affair. And the thought of dating Sara's daughter was exciting. It would be even more exciting if he could become Terri's lover, too. He knew that he would be skating on thin ice, and even though he was a history student, he knew of Murphy's Law: if anything can go wrong, it will. Still, he was willing to take that chance, being young and dumb and full of cum.

Terri smiled at Tom. Dating her new lover's son... now that would be daring. Oh God! Cynthia and Darlene would have a field day with it when they found out. And Terri knew they would find out even if she didn't tell them—although she probably would. Terri was as strangely drawn to this young man as she was to his father. She already knew, if they began dating, that they would end up in bed together. It would just be a matter of when and where. Well, she thought, if Dan finds out, what's he going to do? Give me a failing grade? I don't think so. And while it's fun having him, the older man, for a lover, he knows and I know that it won't be permanent.




Family Reunion



Author's note: 

This story is fictitious. No person in this story is bears any relationship to, nor is based upon, any real person either living or deceased.

The activities described in this story are neither recommended nor condoned.

Enjoy.

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The room was darkened so that Great Uncle Jeff could show his slides. Most of the family had seen them before and he has thousands of them. During his younger years he had been a keen photographer, first using black and white film but later moving onto color slides. He still uses these, loading them manually into his ancient slide projector and projecting the images onto a white sheet attached to the wall of the large lounge room.

Occasional ones are interesting, but most are dull and boring of long dead relatives and their usually now-demolished houses or long-gone cars. It's a full family gathering and the first reunion that I have attended as an adult. It's a family tradition to hold a reunion every ten years and as I'd recently had my 20th birthday, this is my third. There were even a couple of slides of me as a baby and as a ten year old. In both these I look skinny and runty. As a ten year old I look about six and am far shorter and skinnier than my cousins.

Now, at 20, I could easily get away with being about twelve if I wanted to. However, my skinny body, lack of significant breasts (I'm an A cup size to put it generously), and my lack of height have produced the lithe, light (only 75 pounds) and lissome person I am. I have developed into a top gymnast with an ideal body for that vocation and can easily support my weight on one hand and have absolutely no problem undertaking any of the contortions that top gymnasts need to perform. I was enrolled at school learning dancing and gymnastics and hoped to get some work in those areas in future.

I also have an abhorrence of wearing clothing, especially clothing which clings to me. This was a problem when I performed in public as I needed to wear at least a brief leotard, but in private I practised naked, as gymnastics was designed to be performed. I never wore underwear and a bra was both cumbersome and totally unnecessary. I have also always been intrigued about the preoccupation of most people with nudity. I never see the point of selectively covering your body so that some bodily functions and their associated parts, like eating, are permitted to be visible while other equally natural functions, like sex, are not.

So at the party that night I wore my favourite party dress which has a loose fitting top and a full skirt extending to mid-thigh. I knew that if I danced, which I enjoy doing, and twirled fast enough, my skirt would rise to expose my lower torso up to my hips. It would also expose me like this if I turned somersaults or walked on my hands, of course. I reserve such activities for special occasions or special friends and had no intention of performing such revealing acts in front of a family group.

The room was packed as the family had grown in number but the size of the room had stayed the same. Every chair was taken, all the children were sitting on the floor at the front, and I was standing, leaning against a wall at the back, trying to stay awake. I noticed to my right that Uncle Greg was sitting on a huge cushion on the floor, leaning against the wall. He couldn't possibly see the screen from there, could he? Our eyes met and he smiled at me, then gestured for me to come and sit by him on the cushion. Although he's my uncle, he's only a few years older than me so is more like a cousin than an uncle. I slowly made my way along the wall and sat next to him, wriggling free when he wrapped his arm around me - nice, but far too constricting. He bent and whispered in my ear.

"You look gorgeous tonight, Lisa."

I turned to look at him; what game was he playing? "You don't look too bad yourself, Uncle Greg."

"Oh for fucks sake, drop the uncle bit. I'm only four years older than you so don't try to make out I'm some old fogey uncle or anything."

"Ok, Greg, if that's what you want," I replied in a whisper. "Anyway, what's with you? You've hardly even spoken to me before tonight yet now you invite me over to sit on your cushion?"

"Well last time I saw you ten years ago you were a scruffy kid, but now you're a grown woman and to me anyway you look really sexy. I love compact women; so easy to carry and move about. And that dress you're wearing just suits you so well. I hear you're a gymnast now, and making a really good name for yourself. I'd love for you to show me some of your moves sometime."

Was he coming on to me or what? My live-in boyfriend of a year had just left and I'd been feeling lonely and lost the past few days. I heard from conversations between other family members earlier that Greg had also had his lover leave so maybe we were two lost souls who had found each other in the darkened back row of a lounge converted to cinema. I toyed with the idea of seducing him, deciding it was certainly worth a try for a bit of fun. But here? Now? Why not.

"Well, we could start now if you wish," was my whispered reply. "I'm shorter than you and can't see the screen, how about I sit on your lap to gain a bit more height."

Greg looked at me closely, obviously wondering how far I intended to go. In my turn I wondered how much he knew about me.

"Ok, if you like, jump on board," was his whispered reply.

He straightened his legs so he was reclining against the wall, almost lying horizontally, and I quickly moved my body onto his, positioning my ass on his lower belly just above where his cock should be. Once I was in position he sat up a little more, wriggled himself comfortable and wrapped his arms loosely around my body, each hand ending up cupping one of my tiny breasts.

Now although my breasts are tiny, the nipples are extremely sensitive which is one reason I don't like tight clothing covering them. I can easily bring myself to orgasm quickly simply by stroking my nipples, and I have on many occasions. My boyfriend used to love doing this for me also, watching me writhe in ecstasy while fully clad and needing very little stimulation seemed to give him a power trip. Now Greg was starting the same actions, rubbing each nipple softly, gently and repetitively, exactly the stimulation that brings on my release very quickly. I moved his hands away; did I really want to cum right here? I felt him bend forward and kiss my neck. I thought I was supposed to be seducing him!

I let my hands drop between my legs, initially so that I could surreptitiously stroke myself, but what I found when I got there caused a change in plan. His cock had grown and was tenting his pants just below my pussy. I touched it through the thin fabric and looked over my shoulder into his eyes.

"Shall I release him on a good behavior bond?" I whispered.

Greg grinned. "Over to you," he whispered back.

I reached upwards, searching for the zipper, then slowly, silently drew it downwards. I reached inside and pulled the elastic of his undershorts out and down, letting it go with a small snap below his balls. I looked down and saw his erect cock wrapped in my small hand. My fingers didn't meet around it. I pulled my voluminous skirt over him in case someone should turn to see what we were up to.

I heard Greg's sharply in-drawn breath as I started moving my hand over his cock, gliding it over the skin, spreading his precum. I turned to look at his face, a study of intense concentration. Time to up the ante; I wondered just how serious he was about seducing me.

I lifted my hips and with my free hand pulled up the back of my dress until his cock rested against my naked ass. I turned again, seeing a shocked expression on Greg's face as he realized his cock rested next to heaven, with nothing between us. I wriggled backwards a little, feeling his cock spring free once again, lying directly against my pussy lips. I stayed still, wondering what he'd do now, continuing to gently rub his cock with my hand under my skirt.

I felt Greg's hands increase their tempo on my nipples, causing waves of sensation to run through my body and focus on my pussy. I knew, from experience, that my pussy would be wet and very soon the lips would part as I began leaking juices copiously in preparation to reaching my orgasm. I also felt Greg's hips begin a subtle rhythm, first pressing his cock against my lips, then withdrawing slightly. I knew from experience that this would only hasten their opening. I turned to him and he put his ear to my lips.

"Do you wanna fuck?"

"Yes, if you do," he whispered back.

I slowly bent my legs, placing each lower leg alongside Greg's hips, raising myself up so my pussy was directly above Greg's rampant member. Then, while holding his cock in position, I looked over my shoulder and slowly lowered myself onto his cock, watching the intense look of pleasure, concentration and wonder on his face showing in the reflected light of yet another boring slide.

I felt him enter me, his head spreading my lips, pushing into my tight love tunnel as I slowly lowered myself onto him. Finally he was fully embedded inside me and I could relax as I sat on him, my skirt spread around me hiding any trace of our activity from the casual observer. Great Uncle Jeff droned on at the front, many people held whispered conversations, but that didn't disturb Great Uncle Jeff; he'd been deaf for many years.

I felt Greg start to move inside me, withdrawing slightly then moving back in to fully impale me. It felt wonderful; the first cock I'd had since my ex left me. His hands kept gently rubbing my nipples. I reached down under my skirt and cupped his balls, caressing, squeezing, pulling, feeling the supple skin of his sac as it moved in my hand. He pulled me closer to him, holding me tighter, too tight, too constricting. I wriggled free of his grip, allowing him to re-establish his gentle encirclement and encouraging him to keep rubbing my nipples.

Suddenly I became aware that Great Uncle Jeff had stopped talking and a few people gave a desultory clap as someone stood and moved to the light switch. The lights came on blindingly at first as I turned to Greg wondering what would happen now. He just stayed still and smiled at me, and began chatting about inconsequential things. I relaxed. After all, is it not perfectly natural for a niece to sit on her uncle's knee, especially when there are no chairs available?

We sat still together, for a few minutes. I was still impaled on Greg's cock and I felt my pussy muscles pulsating. Somehow we had to get him out, my skirt down, his cock in his pants and pants zipped without attracting attention. Slowly we moved around so that this happened. I lifted myself carefully, my skirt edge staying down, then he was out. He reached underneath me, hidden from the crowd of relatives by my body, and put himself back in his pants, then zipped himself up. Once that was complete, he told me to stand up naturally and then offer him my hand to stand him up. We did this and very soon we were standing chatting to other family members, my pussy lamenting the fact that it was empty and sopping wet.

Greg and I wandered away from each other, chatting with relatives, and slowly heading to the supper table where there were some of my grandmother's home cooked biscuits which I've loved since I was a child. Greg found his way beside me and slipped me a note, telling me to call him once we'd both left the gathering.

The next hour went slowly until people began leaving, heading off to their accommodation which most had booked for the full weekend, Friday evening to Sunday. Tomorrow, Saturday, there was usually a trip to some local attraction, a dinner at the local hotel, then on Sunday there were the obligatory photographs so we can all be remembered as we looked ten years older than last time, and ten years ago for next time. Then there would be an informal lunch and we would all depart for our homes. 

I decided I wanted more of Greg and eased the note from my pocket when I was in the rest room. It had a cellphone number and a few words on it. "If you want some more, give me a call. I have a luxury suite and will be all alone." I thought of the grotty place I'd booked into; you can't be too fussy when you're an impoverished student. A luxury suite with some enjoyable physical activity sounded just the ticket. 

I checked the room and could see no sign of Greg, so I went outside, found an isolated spot and phoned him. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hi. Greg here."

"Hi Greg. You wanna finish what you started?"

"Oh yes, if you do."

"I most certainly do. I think we should leave separately and you can collect me from the YHA hostel in town. You know where it is?"

"Yeah, I know it. See you there in ten or so."

"Ok, I'll have to repack and check out so make it closer to twenty. I'll take my car and follow you."

"Ok, see you then, darling."

His endearment took me aback a little, but I responded in kind.

"Yeah, see you honey."

I returned to the YHA, explained that I had found other accommodation with a relative, was given most of my money back, packed what little I had unpacked, loaded it into my car and sat inside to wait. I didn't wait long when I saw a near-new Audi pull up in front of me. The driver opened the door and in the light I saw it was Greg. I got out and went to him, meeting him as he was still getting out. He hugged me, engulfing me in his arms - claustrophobia!! I squirmed free and gave him a hug.

"Honey, I know you like hugging me but I get claustrophobia really bad when you do. So please, kiss me, hug me gently, but please give me space and don't constrict me."

"Sorry, I'll remember in future."

He bent down and gave me a kiss. 

"You all ready to go?"

"Yes, I'll follow you, sweetheart."

He lowered his hand and rubbed my pussy as he gave me another kiss, then we returned to our cars and I followed him to his hotel. We parked next to one another then I collected my gear and we went inside.

"We need to be a bit careful to avoid tongues wagging," Greg told me, "Other family members are staying here too, though none on our floor thankfully."

I smiled at his use of 'our floor'; he obviously wanted me to feel I belonged here. The elevator took us up to the second to top floor and he escorted me to 'our' room. What a great view. The city lights went on forever, it seemed.

"Like a drink, darling?"

"Mmm, yes please, vodka and orange if you have it."

He rummaged in the mini-bar and pulled out a vodka and a whiskey for him, mixing my drink and pouring his straight. He handed me my glass and proposed a toast.

"To a naughty weekend," he said, grinning.

"I'll drink to that," I replied, clinking glasses and taking a sip. "But only on one condition."

"What's that?" he asked looking concerned.

"That you don't mind me running about here naked. I hate clothing, I always feel trapped in it which is why I wear no underwear."

"If you want to run around naked, I'm certainly not going to stop you. In fact, is it ok if I join you? Some women are funny about seeing guys' cocks swinging free as they move."

"Yeah, please do. Cocks swinging free are a great turn-on for me."

We quickly stripped, collected towels from the bathroom, and spread these on the chairs before sitting.

"Geez you look gorgeous," he said after a few minutes silence.

I took in his sculpted abs, trim limbs and muscles in all the right places.

"You look pretty good yourself," I replied.

We chatted for a while until we'd finished our drinks.

"You're a gymnast, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes."

"How about showing me some sexy gymnastics then," he suggested.

I'd often performed for my ex-boyfriend so went through the routine that he most liked, finishing with me walking on my hands to him with my legs spread wide apart, probably causing my pussy lips to gape open, and then leant my body against him with my pussy ready and waiting to be kissed and played with. If I looked upwards, with my chin on my chest, I could see his now rock hard cock pressing into my belly button and his balls swaying gently beneath it.

Greg wasted no time at all. He gripped me around my hips, lifted me effortlessly straight up and sucked my pussy and clit into his mouth. When he was doing this I couldn't quite reach the floor so he held all of my weight, which he managed easily, of course. I felt wonderful sensations coursing through my body as he sucked on my sensitive clit while walking slowly into the bedroom. Once there he placed me gently on the bed on my back and stood looking at me.

"What a wonderful sight you are, you hot little wench," he grinned. "Gawd, do I ever wanna fuck you!"

"Well, what're you waiting for, big boy? A written invitation? Go for it."

He needed no further bidding, running his hands all over me, gently teasing all the right places as I lay there, eyes closed, soaking up the sensations. He teased my sensitive nipples until it was all I could do not to yell for mercy; caressed my clit and ran first one, then two, then three fingers into my love tunnel, opening me gently for his huge throbbing, drooling cock. After nearly half an hour of this foreplay he lay on the bed beside me.

"I want you sitting on me," he said, "If I lie on you, you may become claustrophobic and that would destroy the mood."

I straddled him, my legs wide apart to reach the bed each side of his hips, and bent down to kiss him tenderly and lovingly on his lips. Slowly I made love to him with my mouth, kissing, licking and sucking every piece of him from his mouth to his knees. I then returned to his cock and gently, carefully and slowly took it into my mouth. It felt huge and several times I reached gag point before I managed, somehow, to get it into my throat and eventually feel my nose touch his pubic hair. He was moaning gently, obviously enjoying what I was doing.

I didn't want him to cum yet, there would be time for that soon and the place was in my cunt, not my mouth. So I released him and wriggled up until my pussy was over his cock. He tried to reach down and aim it but I held his wrists over his head, although he could have easily broken free had he wished, and then lined up his cock with my juicy hole and slowly engulfed his rampant member. The look on his face was priceless. His mouth was open, gasping for air, as I slowly slid down his cock, feeling every inch of him as he entered me.

He hit the end well before the root of his cock pressed against my clit. He was long, so I had to lengthen to take him. I used all the tricks that my ex-bf had taught me and after several minutes, and loads of fun, he was completely engulfed inside me and my clit was getting the pressure it needed from his pubic bone. I felt incredibly full. We stayed still for many minutes, just gazing at each other, amazed that we could have found each other and were able to each fill the other's need for intimacy and sexual pleasure.

I began moving on him, lifting and lowering my hips as I moved them back and forth at the same time. The sensations were fabulous. He reached up to caress my nipples but I moved his hands away gently, knowing that this would have brought me to orgasm very quickly while I wanted to prolong the pleasure. Gradually our fucking became more intense, stronger, harder and gradually we each approached orgasm. The pre-orgasmic sensations washed through me and my head tilted back, intensifying the pressure and pleasure while he began humping his hips up and down trying to force his way deeper inside me. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my cervix as my clit relished the pleasure his pubic bone was giving it, pressing, caressing and releasing it on every cycle of movement.

I was ready. I took his hands and placed them on my tiny breasts, and he began caressing my nipples, stimulating them and sending shock waves of pure delight through my body and straight to my clit. I increased the motions my hips were making and he began moaning and rolling his head from side to side. Suddenly I was there.




Family Reunion



"Yes, yes, like that, ooohhhhh, yes, it's wonderful, honey, yes, harder, harder, yes, I'M CUMMMMINNNGGGG!" 

As I was screaming this out I felt him go rigid and jet huge spurts of hot cum in the end of my cunt. The feeling of this pushed my sensations up another notch and I felt waves of pure ecstasy pour through my body.

I must have collapsed onto Greg and maybe even passed out because I have little recollection of the next few minutes. When I recovered I was still lying on him; he had his arms loosely around me and we were both breathing hard. We stayed like that for a long time and I may have even drifted off to sleep. Next thing I knew Greg was moving and his flaccid cock had dropped out of my pussy, letting a flood of cum pour onto the sheets. Our breathing had eased and I rolled off Greg and lay beside him. He bent to kiss me and cuddle me as close as he dared.

"Thank you, darling," he whispered.

"Mmmm, thank you too, honey. I really needed that. Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight dearest."

I awoke the next morning to find the sun streaming through the window and Greg lying beside me, his head propped on his hand as he watched me wake up. 

'Good morning sleepyhead," he said softly, kissing my eyes open properly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a log. Did you?"

"Absolutely. Thank you for last night. It was wonderful."

"Mmmm, thank you too. I really enjoyed it. Reckon you could go another round or are you all fucked out?"

"Another round with you is certainly no hardship and I'm definitely up for it."

"Well, I need to pee first," I replied, rolling away from him and heading to the bathroom.

When I returned he was making coffee for us at the small bench. I watched him as he moved, the interplay of the muscles in his back and legs, the way he moved gracefully and economically. He would have made an excellent model for an artist. He turned with the two cups and approached the bed, placing the cups on the side tables.

"You like what you see?" he asked.

"Mmmm, very much, though this fella could be a little harder don't you think?"

I reached for his cock and started caressing it, skinning his foreskin back and forth over the head, occasionally taking his exposed head into my mouth. It took only a very few minutes of this before he was stiff as a post. I cupped his balls in my hand, then as I lay on my stomach, with Greg still standing by the bed, I used both hands to separate his balls, pulling them out and down as far as possible. I bent my head backwards to look up at his face to gauge his response as I slowly increased the pressure on each ball, pressing into it with my thumb. He made no attempt to move away and the only change was that the smile on his face became a little more rigid and his eyes grew slightly apprehensive.

"I wonder how much pressure these could take until they popped," I mused aloud.

"Well, I suggest you don't find out today."

"Hmmm, could be fun though. Maybe another time."

Without warning I twisted each ball as far around as I could, then released them both. 

"Owww!" Greg yelled. "What did I do to deserve that?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see how you'd react. I've always had this fantasy about deballing a guy by crushing them to pulp. However, today's far too nice a day for something as dark and deviant as that."

"Thank god for that. So now you've had your play, is your pussy ready to be invaded again?"

"Ooohhh, yes please," I enthused, rolling onto my back and looking up at him.

Greg positioned himself between my legs, pulling me effortlessly down the bed until my legs were spread widely around his thighs. Then without effort, he placed his arms behind my back and lifted me off the bed. I reached up with my arms and held onto his arms to support my upper back as he moved me away from him a little so his cock was lined up with my pussy, then simply let me move back against his hips as his cock penetrated deeply into my cunt. After last evening I had no trouble taking him fully inside me on the first stroke, especially due to the amount of lubrication I'd produced while fantasizing about crushing his balls.

He turned and walked towards the window, holding me in position with his cock implanted deeply in me. I turned my head to see where we were headed and he stopped when my head was almost touching the glass. I could look down, about 30 floors to street level, where I could see a few people and vehicles moving like ants below. If I could see them they could surely see me, if they looked up. What an amazing feeling of exposure. It was like having sex in public.

Effortlessly Greg began moving me back and forth on his cock, like I was nothing more than a fuck toy, stimulating us both as he withdrew then buried himself deeply within me. Time and again, a regular rhythm which was quickly bringing me closer to my crisis. I looked at his face; it was slightly tense, maybe from the effort, maybe from approaching his release. I hoped the former because I would have liked this to go on forever. He gazed down at me lovingly, moving his focus from my eyes to my pussy, where he must have had a wonderful view of us making love as he continued to insert and withdraw his cock in my love tunnel.

He may have tired of my weight, but I think more likely he just wanted a change of position so he sat on the sofa, spread his legs, which pushed mine even further apart, and pulled me into a more upright position. That felt wonderful; the more upright position meant that there was now more pressure on my clit and as he kept his motion going, my clit was being thoroughly massaged and I was approaching my release rapidly. I heard and felt my breathing quicken, shorten into pants as the familiar sensations surged through me, causing my clit, to tingle as well as travelling to the soles of my feet and causing tingling there also. 

"Yes, darling, like that, ooooohhhhh, it's soooo good, yes, yes, yessss, YESSSS I'M CUMMMIIINNNNGGGGG HONEY!"

I used what leverage I had of my hands on his arms to move myself to gain maximum sensation then froze, rigid, before relaxing in his arms, limp and helpless as my orgasm passed and I was left without strength or energy for anything. I clung to Greg, feeling my pointy nipples press against his chest and hearing his deep breathing where my ear rested below his shoulder.

It took but a few moments before Greg picked me up again and carried me to the bed, his cock still fully rigid and deeply implanted inside me. He lay me down on my back, my ass at the edge of the bed, then began fucking me hard, pummelling my pussy with his huge hard cock as he pushed in to his full depth then removed all except the head, time and again, faster and faster until I saw his eyes screw up, head tilt back, his breathing became ragged and with an ecstatic cry he plunged deeper than ever before inside me and stayed there, rigid, as his cock spewed forth his potent sperm against my cervix. Squirt after squirt went in until he had completely drained himself and he relaxed, spent for the time being.

After a few minutes he withdrew and lay beside me as I wriggled further up the bed. We held each other gently and kissed lovingly.

"Who's have thought that my own uncle would turn out to be such a wonderful lover," I murmured after a while. I'm so please we found each other. Thank you darling."

"Mmmm, thank you too, you little sexpot of a niece. I've never heard of anyone as sexy as you, let alone made love with them. What a weekend to remember this is going to be."

"Speaking of which, we need to eat, dress and get back to the gathering. Aren't we going on a tour or something today?"

"Yes, we'd better be there." He looked at the clock on the dresser. "You're right, we'd better move."

We quickly showered together to remove the sexy smells, then ate breakfast, then dressed. Greg wore casual clothing while I wore my usual skirt and top with no underwear, much to Greg's delight. 

"Do we take both cars or just one?" he asked.

"Let's just take yours. After all, we're staying at the same hotel so it makes sense to car pool if anyone asks, which they probably won't."

Very soon we arrived at the venue and were engulfed by the large throng of relatives. We quickly slipped apart and continued to chat with other groups of people, catching up on news, exchanging information about what was happening in our lives and asking after other relatives who may or may not have been present. Occasionally Greg and I exchanged a loving glance across the room while taking care to ensure that this was not obvious to others.

The day slipped by in a slow, confusing and endless series of partial conversations with people who were related but usually were not chosen as friends, as these affairs do. The bus trip was boring and Greg and I were unable to find a seat together, as also happened at lunch, where we were on the opposite sides of the room. Possibly this was beneficial as it would have helped allay any suspicions held by other family members that we were other than uncle and niece. Eventually it was time to return to our accommodation so we could dress in our glad rags for the formal dinner, which, coincidentally, was being held in our hotel. 

We gratefully slipped into Greg's Audi and drove back to the hotel.

"What say I go down and bribe the head waiter to change the name tags so we sit next to each other?" suggested Greg.

"Oh honey, what a great idea. I was wondering how we'd get some time together. It's certainly worth a try."

Greg went off and I returned to our room, when I stripped off then contemplated what to wear tonight. I needed something sexy, I decided, but for most men this meant I should wear sexy underwear, which was a problem as I never wore any so didn't have any. I checked my wardrobe. The sexiest dress I had was full length with a semi-sheer liner and an outer layer which had cutouts filled with netting in it which allowed observers to imagine they saw parts of me through the liner underneath. I slipped it on and checked it out in the mirror. I tried looking at me from Greg's perspective and realized that it probably was a sexy dress. One cutout in particular, placed at the junction of my thighs, would have revealed my pussy if it had not been for the liner and a thicker layer strategically placed inside that liner. What if I removed the thicker layer, I wondered. I turned around to see the same at the back, the thicker layer had been sewn in to prevent any chance of my ass being seen.

I stripped again and turned the dress inside out, noting that the thicker layers had been sewn right around the hip and breast areas, designed specifically to prevent unwanted viewing of erotic areas. I found my nail scissors and carefully snipped the cotton holding the thicker layers in place. This had better work, I thought, I had no sewing equipment to replace it if it didn't. I had just completed removing both 'safety panels' when the door opened and Greg arrived.

"That's all sorted," he said, "We're sitting together. What're you doing?"

"Just a few modifications to improve my dress for you tonight," I said vaguely, collecting up the excess fabric and scissors and placing them in my bag.

"Ok, we've got half an hour; how do you think we should spend that?"

"Well, we could sit and talk, or we could have a quickie, but I suggest we shower to get off the day's grime, then dress, then head downstairs for a drink before dinner."

"Oh, what a practical niece I have," he replied, stripping out of his clothes before grabbing me and taking me for a shower.

After we'd showered we dressed, him in his suit, tie and, of course, underwear, me in my dress. I sat at the mirror, tidying my hair, wishing I had a hair stylist on call, when he put his arms lightly around me and kissed me.

"That's a pretty dress," he commented. "You look lovely in it."

"Thank you, darling," I replied, standing up, "I hope you like the view it affords you."

He looked me up and down and let out a low whistle.

"What a sexy dress. It has cutouts in all the right places and I can vaguely see you inside them. If I look really hard I can even see your pussy hair."

I turned around for him.

"And your ass," he added.

"Yes, I thought you'd like it. It had modesty panels inside so I removed those especially for you."

"Ah, so that's what you were doing when I arrived. You sexy devil."

He embraced me, running his hand over my almost exposed pussy.

"It will be fun dancing with you later. I'm sure I won't be the only one who enjoys the dancing either."

I gulped. I'd forgotten there was a dance afterwards and that everyone would be able to get a good look at my barely-covered charms. I'd probably get some of the older men who would want to dance with me and have a free fondle. Oh well, I thought, at least I'd have Greg to relieve the sexual tension that would undoubtedly build up.

Twenty minutes later we arrived downstairs in the back of the huge dining room, part of which was set for dinner. There were many family members already there so we helped ourselves to drinks and joined the throng. Chatting with barely remembered relatives is guaranteed to stretch my limits of patience and control. I stood it for nearly thirty minutes then made an excuse to head outside for some air and space. 

I was sitting on the step with my drink, wondering how much more of this I could take, when a hand landed on my shoulder and a good looking guy about my age sat down beside me. We introduced ourselves and worked out that we were third cousins. Neither of us recalled having met the other before so Barry, as he introduced himself, was more like a stranger than a relative. We quickly discovered we both had a hatred of cramped spaces and congestion, hence our meeting outside. At least something seemed to have a common family heritage. He asked if I was attached and I couldn't really say I was attached to my uncle, so I was almost obliged to answer that I wasn't. He asked if we could dance together later, to which I readily agreed.

The gong sounded for dinner and we both stood, then he surprised me by taking me in his arms and kissing me quite sexily. Maybe that was something that ran in the family as well. Then we walked inside, hand in hand, and parted to find our places at the table. I found my seat easily - it was beside Greg who was already seated. I told him about Barry and he vaguely remembered meeting him sometime earlier, maybe at the previous family gathering. I mentioned about his kiss, commenting that it actually felt very nice and maybe all the men in the family were good kissers. Greg didn't seem too concerned; after all, it wasn't as though we had an formal sort of relationship.

Dinner went quite smoothly after I answered all the questions from a great aunt and her almost-deaf husband on my other side while Greg chatted amiably with some other relation on his other side. The meal was delicious and it was obviously cooked by a top class chef. After the plates had been cleared, there were the usual speeches from the usual people, then the band tuned up and it was time to dance. Not surprisingly, Greg and I were among the first onto the dance floor.

It was several years since I had last danced so I was quite out of practice. I quickly remembered the reason why I disliked dancing - I was a lot shorter than most men so the position for old time dancing, which they were playing to placate the oldies in attendance, was uncomfortable bordering on painful. However, with Greg there was the added benefit of him holding me gently yet comfortably closely against him so we could feel each other's bodies. It didn't take very long until I could tell he was quite aroused by the movement and my proximity, just as I was by his, except my arousal ran down my leg and was less obvious than his. I just hoped it wouldn't seep through my now much thinner dress.

After a few dances Barry found me and asked for a dance. He was also an excellent dancer but he seemed reluctant to hold me with the same support that Greg did, meaning that dancing soon made my back ache and I asked if I could sit for a while. He sat with me while I watched Greg dance with one of his aunts before he returned to me. He and Barry then chatted about if and when they'd met before while I was able to tune them out, enjoy the music and watch the dancers.

It wasn't long before all the oldies had had their fill of dancing and the band began playing more lively rock type music. I quickly took Greg's hand and led him onto the floor for the type of dancing in which my gymnastic abilities enabled me to perform extremely well. We spent a very enjoyable and energetic forty minutes or so dancing before the band went for a break. As we walked back to our seats Greg asked if I'd like to go home.

"Well, yes, darling. I don't want to be a party pooper and I did enjoy that dancing, but I'm tired, sexy and just want to cuddle up to you in bed."

"Right, let's go."

We farewelled several people who we passed, then headed through the throng of people for the door. We managed to slip outside, relatively unobserved and reached the car in a few minutes. 

Once back in our room, my first priority was to remove my dress, but I didn't get the chance because Greg did it for me, undoing the buttons, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of the pile of fabric and began releasing Greg from his clothing, removing it piece by piece, until he was as naked as I was.

"I feel like a shower," I said, "Wanna wash my back?"

"Of course, and you can wash mine."

We ran the shower till it was the right temperature, lukewarm to allow us to cool off after the energetic dancing, then stepped inside, allowing the water to run over us and take away the aches and pains of our activities. We kissed and hugged each other closely, caressing the best bits and arousing each other until we were both more than ready to consummate our desire. Greg picked me up by my thighs, pressed my back against the wall and gently entered my well lubricated pussy. We stayed together like that, remaining stationary as the water ran over us, kissing each other deeply. Oh, I could spend my life with this man; why did we have to be related? Would it really matter? Why was I going on like this?

After several minutes we turned off the shower. Greg stepped out, with me still attached, and sat me on the bench, then stepped back. My pussy suddenly felt empty and I wanted him back inside. He dried me carefully, then dried himself, then, in caveman style, threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the bedroom. I let out a squeal and tried to get him to put me down, which he did, on my back on the bed with my legs wide apart, then he just stood and looked at me, at my tiny body, my gaping wet pussy, and at the love in my eyes for him.

He pulled me towards the edge of the bed and without further ado he entered me, plunging into my depths until he was as deep as he could go. We were both too ready for any play, it was hard fucking from the outset, his erect cock plunging into me, then withdrawing almost completely, then in again, over and over, pushing each of us higher and higher until I felt myself explode in orgasm, waves of ecstatic sensations tumbling through my senses as I heard, as though in the distance, a high pitched scream which I realized was coming from me. He stopped moving, fully inside me and I felt his hot cum squirting against the end of my cunt and the pulsations in his cock as he came hard. We stayed like that for several minutes, our deep, rapid breathing slowing as we recovered. I opened my eyes.

"Wow, that was amazing, honey," I said softly to my lover as he gazed down at me.

"Sure was, honey. You're just so wonderful to make love to, so responsive, so sensuous. Oh how I'd love to love you like this for the rest of my life. But I guess it can't be. Society and genetics win and we're the losers. So this is probably our last night together."




Family Reunion



"Darling, that's really sad. Let's just enjoy it and not think of the future. Come to bed, sweetheart and let me sleep in your arms for the last time."

Greg pulled out and we wiped ourselves off with our towels, then climbed into bed together and cuddled. I so enjoyed being wrapped gently in his loving arms, safe and secure, yet not feeling claustrophobic. We kissed many times and gently, sweetly, slept.

When I awoke the sun was streaming in through a gap in the curtains and as I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was Greg looking down at me lovingly.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted me, bending his head down to kiss me. "I could watch you sleep all day. You look so beautiful, so relaxed."

"Good morning, honey." I felt an urgent need. "I'd love to let you do that but right now I need to pee."

I struggled out of his arms and went to the bathroom. On my return he was lying on his back in the middle of the bed. I lay on top of him, feeling his cock rapidly grow against my legs as I kissed and cuddled him. I felt myself readying for another session of lovemaking, feeling my juices begin to flow. I moved downwards a little, coating his cock in my juices, then had an idea. I stood up on the bed and placed a foot each side of his hips. He reached up to try to pull be back down onto him but I batted his hands away.

"Patience, sweetheart, you'll enjoy what I have planned."

I then slowly started wriggling my feet sideways, rotating them so that they moved away from his body, spreading my legs apart directly over his cock. As they spread wider, I felt my pussy lips part, providing Greg with a great view of my love tunnel entrance. He caught on quickly to what I was doing and held the base of his rigid cock so it pointed directly upwards, straight towards my pussy. As my feet became further from his hips, I had less control over my position and my feet moved apart more rapidly, quickly lowering my pussy towards his waiting lance. Soon I was nearly in the splits position and had lost all control over my slow downwards movement. I dropped the final few inches, impaling myself on his rigid cock, his pubic bone pressing hard against my clit as his head pressed into the end of my tunnel. It felt wonderful.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, each feeling the other pulsating inside or around us. Greg then placed a hand on each of my hips and started slowly moving me back and forth, my legs still in splits position straight out each side, my whole weight being taken on my pussy. I remember thinking I was pleased I was so light.

As he pushed me back and forth on his cock, using me as his fuck toy, my clit was stimulated by his pubic bone and his cock head moved in and out slightly in the end of my cunt, massaging my cervix and sending indescribable sensations racing up my spine and down my legs, causing tingles in the soles of my feet. Back and forth, back and forth I was moved, always climbing the slope towards my release. However, it was Greg who reached his nirvana first, stopping my movements as he closed his eyes and grunted several times as I felt my pussy receiving his cum injection. He had so much! I could feel it running between his cock and my cunt walls as it squeezed its way out between us. 

I was close, very close, so as soon as he had finished spurting I started wriggling back and forth, trying to gain more stimulation. As Greg came down from his high he realized my predicament and resumed his back and forth movement of my hips, creating wonderful sensations once again, heightened by the increased lubrication. It took only a few moments before I was there.

"Ooohhhh, yes, darling, like that, yessss, Yesssss, Ooohhhh, FUCK MEEEEEE, YESSSSS, LIKE THAT HONEY, AAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

I writhed around on his fuck stick, awash with uncontrollable sensations, my body rigid. After a few moments that seemed like forever, I relaxed and toppled forward onto Greg's chest, bringing my legs closer together outside his, relaxing my hip joints after their marathon splits effort. I enjoyed the post-coital bliss just lying on my man, loving him. But he wasn't my man; never could be. The pain this thought caused lanced through me and I began sobbing, feeling tears of anguish rolling down my face as I clung to the only man I had ever loved, and who I must never love.

Greg held me as I sobbed, whispering gently in my ear. I don't remember most of what he said, but what I do remember was that we should be grateful we had the small amount of time we did have rather than resentful of the fact that we couldn't have more. I turned that over in my mind, embracing the truth of that philosophy.

Even in such timeless situations, time continues to pass and a glance at the clock showed we really needed to get up, have breakfast, check out and attend the day's activities. However, we kissed a few more times, then showered together, before dressing, packing, giving the room a final check and walking to the elevator, breakfasting in the dining room then checking out at reception. The imminent separation felt more real as we parted to place our bags in our own cars then drove to the reunion venue. We weren't even able to park our cars beside each other, which seemed symbolic of the finality of the coming break.

The morning was spent with more group photos, generational photos, etc, etc. We each spent time farewelling our relatives, most of whom we would not see again until the next reunion. It was then lunchtime and Greg and I sat together while we ate, reminiscing about the weekend, sharing small talk to avoid dealing with the major issue which we each must face alone in the very near future. It was then over. As quickly as our love had blossomed, the reunion ended. It was time to part, and in public. We had a quick, chaste hug and kiss and then he walked away towards the carpark, stopping to talk with a few people on the way. 

I couldn't stay and see him leave, disappear from my life after the joy and love we'd shared this weekend. After we parted I turned and walked back inside, trying to hide my teary eyes. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me up but through the hubbub of last fond farewells I heard my Nana calling to me from her wheelchair off to one side. I turned and went to her; we'd always had a very open and frank relationship, maybe she'd understand.

"Come and sit beside me for a few minutes," she said, patting the chair beside her as I approached.

I sat and she began talking to me, softly and soothingly, as you would a young distraught child. 

"I know that you're in love with your Uncle Greg," she began.

I looked at her, searching for any signs of disapproval. I couldn't have stood that at that time, but there were none. Instead she was smiling at me.

"Was it that obvious?" I asked.

"It was to me. This old body may not be all it once was, but I have eyes and I observe people closely. I suspect that you two were sharing a room, and probably a bed, and I have very little doubt that you had a very enjoyable time together during the weekend."

She held her hand up as I made to stand and walk away, and I stopped, then resumed my seat as she continued.

"I'm not judging you at all, sweetheart. I'd have done the same thing myself if I was in your shoes. But there really are some things you ought to know."

I looked at her, she was smiling, her discoloured teeth showing in a broad grin. Here I was, distraught, upset, lonely and broken-hearted, and all she could do was grin at me?

"Please tell me what you have to say so I can go and mope in peace. I really don't feel like a conversation right now, Nana."

"Oh, I think you'll feel a lot differently in a few moments when I finish my story. This family are not the best communicators. We tend to keep ourselves to ourselves and let others mind their business. So I may be the only person who still knows all the details of this story. Please be patient and I'll tell it as fast as possible, then you can go and mope in peace, if you still want to."

She had me hooked. What was it about our family that I didn't know? What was so important that she had to tell me right now?

"A long time ago I was the matron at a nursing home, we call these maternity hospitals now, and one day a young woman, probably about 25 or so I would guess, a tiny thing about your size, was brought in. Nobody at the nursing home had seen her before but she was obviously in desperate need. She was nine months pregnant, her waters had broken and she told us she'd already been in labor for six hours. We helped her to a room and one of the nurses took her details. Turns out she was with the circus that was in town at that time. She performed on the trapeze. However, she fell in love with a male circus performer and had become pregnant. Because the circus was always moving on, she'd had no ante-natal care. She was going to have the baby naturally at the circus but the pain was too great and it appeared that her small hips would not spread wide enough for the baby's head to engage. So it was stuck. She absolutely refused to have a C-section, insisting that the baby would be born naturally or not at all.

"She remained in labor for nearly 40 hours at the home, making no progress at all, gradually getting weaker and adamantly and repeatedly refusing surgery. Eventually she died. We were all shocked, angry and upset, to put it mildly. Such an unnecessary waste of a life. But we were determined not to waste two lives, so the doctors performed emergency surgery and the baby was removed intact, perfect, healthy and very tired. She only weighed 4 pounds at birth so was put into intensive care for a few hours to check her vitals, then, seeing she was thriving despite her ordeal, she was placed in a crib in a room with the other babies, as was the custom then.

"We had a real dilemma. We had no idea who the father was; the mother had refused to tell us. We had no idea where the mother's family was, again she had refused to tell us. We even contacted the circus but they would tell us nothing either. So what to do with this baby? My eldest daughter Elaine, who you probably don't remember, was a young nurse at the nursing home at that time and she asked if she could raise the baby as her own child because her husband, Tony, who you also probably don't remember, had been found to be infertile due to an accident and so they could not have children of their own. Nobody could think of any good reason why that shouldn't happen, so Elaine and Tony raised the baby as their own until the baby was six months old.

"Elaine and Tony asked me to look after their baby while they went to Europe on a holiday. Of course I agreed. While they were there they went hot air ballooning and the balloon malfunctioned, catching fire and killing all four passengers and the pilot on board. So I now had to decide what to do with this baby. I had seven children of my own, from Elaine down to Greg, the youngest, and I certainly didn't want another baby to nurture and raise. So one of my other daughters, Gwen, offered to raise the baby with her own boy, Chris."

Suddenly the pieces fell into place. Gwen was my mother and Chris was my brother, except they weren't.

"So was I adopted by my parents?" I asked.

"That's the interesting part," continued Nana, pleased that I had jumped to the correct conclusion, "Nobody ever did any formal adoption. You were just raised within the family, taking the family name. So Uncle Greg, who you love so much, is not your uncle and is no relation either by blood or. So you are quite free to fall in love, marry or . . . ."

I hadn't waited until the end. I'd kicked off my shoes and was running towards the door, hoping against hope that Greg was still in the car park. I shouldered people aside in my haste and went down the steps three at a time, racing across the carpark to where he had parked his car this morning. I saw his car, just pulling out of the space and called his name, waving my arms like a mad woman, hoping he'd see me. He did, and stopped with a puzzled look on his face as I raced up to the car and pulled his door open.

"Honey, Nana's just been telling me the family history. We're not related."

Greg turned the car off, undid his seat belt and threw himself out of the car and into my arms, kissing me, hugging me tightly. It was then that I realized that my claustrophobic aversion to tight hugs and small spaces must have developed during my long birth. Oh well, time to deal with that later. I hugged him back, kissing him, being swung around as he lifted me off my feet.

"Darling, that's absolutely wonderful, the best possible news." He released me and went down on one knee. "Lisa, sweetheart, please will you marry me?"

I stopped moving and gazed into his gorgeous eyes, hearing my racing pulse in my ears as I thought for an instant what he had just asked. My heart jumped for joy.

"Yes," I said breathlessly, "Oh yes, yes, yes!"



Family Reunion By The Lake Ch. 1



Elise hated family reunions. She had learned to hate them growing up, when her parents would force her to go during summer break. She had protested that now she is in college, she shouldn't have to go. But, her parents told her that that only applied if she had a job. So, she ended up having to go. 

After an excruciatingly boring drive, Elise and her family finally arrived at the cabin that the reunion was being held. 

"I'm going to go sit by the lake," Elise told her parents as soon as she could get out of the car.

"Okay honey, but don't be gone too long," her mother said back, though Elise ignored her.

Elise hadn't gotten along with her parents in a while. When she was in high school, they used to fight, but she thought they would grow out of it. They continued to fight through high school and all through her first year of college. Now, they just keep out of each others' way. She figured that since they'll be together a lot, she might as well take advantage of this opportunity to get away.

She walked to the edge of the lake, not far from the cabin. At one point, the cabin has a dock on the lake, but Elise walks past that, on down the shore to where she can no longer see the cabin. There was a clearing through the thin trees that crowd the shoreline, so she sat down on the ground to think.

Lost in her thoughts, she doesn't notice the two guys walking up to her until they are almost to her. She snaps back, startled for a moment, but then calms herself.

"Hey," she says, not sure if these guys would stop or if they were just walking by.

"Hi. My name's Steve," One of the guys said.

"I'm Carl," said the other.

"My name's Elise," she fumbled, a bit nervous. 

The three talked for a while, the guys obviously checking her out. She caught on to it, but didn't mind. She liked them, too. So, feeling a bit wild she pushed it a bit farther.

"Which one of you is going to kiss me first?" 

The guys stood kind of surprised for a moment, then, realizing her intention, played along. Steve leaned in and kissed her. Carl stood by, a little shocked, but excited by the situation.

Steve kept kissing Elise, and as soon as he got the courage, moved his hand down to her tits. She gave no resistance.

"Oooh, that feels good," she cooed. 

She enjoyed this for a moment, then realized that Carl was just standing there.

"What are you waiting for, Carl? Touch me!"

He advanced, not quite sure what to make of this. He moved over to Elise's side and began stroking her thighs.

"That's good," Elise moaned.

Elise, anticipating the heat at the lake had worn her shortest shorts, fitting tight against her ass and barely covering it, and a tank top. Steve had his hand inside of her shirt.

"Mind if I remove this?" Steve asked, motioning towards her top.

"Take it all off," she said, as she pulled off her shirt. She surprised Carl by also removing her shorts, leaving her in nothing but her panties. Steve gazed at her perfect orbs, standing firm, her nipples erect. He kneaded them in his hands, then lowered his head to her chest and started licking and sucking her tits.

Carl rubbed her pussy, already wet, Through her thin panties. Elise reached a hand down and moved the crotch to the side, exposing her swollen labia to him. He traced his fingers up and down her lips, wetting his fingers on her juices.

"Eat me," she urged him.

He played with her clit momentarily, causing her to gasp in pleasure, then applied his tongue to her. Her sweet juices flowing into his mouth, he sucked on her clit.

After a few second of this kind of play, Elise grew tired of her partners' slow pace.

"Somebody fuck me!" she said, oblivious to the fact that they were outside, and anyone who wanted to walk up could catch them. She didn't care, and neither did Steve and Carl.

Both guys retracted their positions, and Elise reacted by laying down on the ground. She spread her legs and placed a hand at her clit, not wanting to stop her flow for a moment.

Steve positioned himself between her legs. He unzipped his pants and freed his cock, hard and ready with pre-cum. She grabbed it and guided it to the opening of her cunt. 

"Fuck me," she pleaded, her need becoming greater by the second.

He thrust his hips forward, plunging his manhood completely into her in one stroke. She let out a loud moan as she felt his eleven inch shaft stretch her pussy. The immediateness of the penetration caused her to orgasm right away.

"Yes! God, yes!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around him to pull him closer to her.

Carl stood by, watching, not quite sure what to do. Elise helped him out.

"Give me your cock, Carl. I want to suck it."

He pulled out his dick, smaller than Steve's, only nine inches. He knelt down over her head, and she grabbed him and deep throated him.

"You taste so good," she said, slurping his cock.

Steve was pounding away at Elise as hard as he could. Her wetness made their fucking loud. His balls banged against her ass as they gyrated in the dirt, like animals going at it. He played with her tits occasionally, grasping the mounds in his hands and squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Elise began to let out a scream, hailing the onset of another orgasm.

"Cum on my tits, " she ordered, aware of his need coming to a climax.

As she said that, he felt his load ready to shoot. He pulled out of her and came on her tits while she still sucked on Carl's dick. She could tell that Carl was getting ready as well.

"Cum on my face," she said to Carl, just as he was ready.

Carl shot his load on her face and in her hair, unable to control the accuracy of his jizz. She didn't care, she just lapped up what she could onto her tongue, smearing his cum all over her face and Steve's all over her breasts.

She took turns with the guys, cleaning each of their cocks with her mouth. They got dressed, and after quick skinny-dip in the lake, she put her clothes back on as well.

"So," Steve said, "what are you here at the lake for.

"A stupid family reunion."

"That's why we're her," Carl said, surprised. "Which cabin are you staying at?"

"That one," she said, pointing down the lake.

Carl and Steve looked at each other realizing that the girl that they just fucked is, in fact, family.

"That's the same reunion we're here for," Steve said, shocked.

The three agreed not to say anything about the incident. They walked back towards the cabin, but each of them knew that this was just the beginning of their summer trip.

To Be Continued...