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Homecoming Ch. 03

By: mtnman2003



After having just fucked my daughter Kim, I am struck how beautiful both girls are. Sara, Kim’s best friend, had continued to be patient with me. “Make yourself cum for us” I tell Sara. “We want to watch”.

“Really Dad” stated Sara. “I will”. Sara rolled to her back. I moved away from Kim and get on the opposite side of Sara. Sara, eyes closed, is lost to us at the moment. Her hands are caressing her cunt. Her fingers on one hand have opened her cunt lips, exposing her clit for view. The other fingers are raking over the firm little bud, quickly. Her cunt glistens with wetness. Her fingers dip into her hole and quickly come back to her clit. Sara looks at me “Dad, do you like what you see? Do you want to put you big cock in my tight pussy? Do you want to fuck me Daddy? Oh God Daddy, it feels so good. I want you Daddy!” she says and stares directly into my eyes, licking her lips. My cock hardens!

Sara’s breath quickens. Kim and I watch her intently. “Stroke her leg gently Kim” I tell her. We each begin to caress Sara. I lean forward to take a nipple between my lips. I suck it deep into my mouth. A moan escapes Sara’s lips. 

“Yes Dad, suck my tits” whispers Sara. My hand reaches for her tit, enveloping it, squeezing slightly to raise the nipple up firmly. I flick my tongue over the taunt nipple, wetting her nipple with my saliva. I blow cool breath across her nipple. It hardens, nipple rising off the mound of flesh.

“Mmmmmmm” moans Sara. “God I love my tits sucked. Bite my tit Daddy” she continues. I clamp my teeth down on her nipple, nipping harder than expected. Sara’s body jerks, reacting to my nip of pain. 

“Sorry hon” I tell her. “Kim, suck the other tit with me. Let’s help Sara reach an orgasm” I continue. Kim, lust in her eyes, moves forward, lowers her mouth to the other tit. Giving Kim a quick kiss on the top of her head, I lower my mouth to Sara’s tit again. I suck as much of her pert little tit in my mouth as I can. I pull back with the nipple tightly between my teeth. I watch Kim suck Sara’s nipple and tit into her mouth.

Kim pulls back. “Daddy, her tits are so soft” she states. We continue to suck her tits gently. Sara is reaching a point of orgasm.

“Sara, put you hands under your butt, lift your ass a little. Let Kim and I finish your orgasm” I tell her. Quickly, Kim and I reach to Sara’s cunt. It is extremely wet. “Put two fingers in her cunt Baby” I tell Kim. I begin to finger her clit. We continue to suck Sara’s tits, while fingering her pussy to orgasm. Sara’s body is responding rapidly to our masturbation of her cunt. Breath shortens, rapid intakes, exhales of breath. Her head, tilted back hard into the pillows, arches her shoulders from the bed, raising tits to our lips. Knees raised and spread wide, feet flat on the bed, her body is ready to cum. Her hips arch upward to meet my finger flicking rapidly and hard over the exposed clit. Kim’s fingers are buried deep in her pussy, pumping fast.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my God, make me cum” Sara screams. Her breathing now is shallow, fast, hissing, gasping for air. “Don’t stop” is the last thing Sara screams at us.

Her body arches high, starts bucking against our hands, tenses, and she cums hard. With cumming, Sara’s body drops back to the bed. We continue our assault on her cunt. Slower, gently, we continue our play with her cunt, bringing her down from her bodies high slowly. 

My cock has continued to grow, becoming rigid against her leg. Her hand has grasped my cock, tugging on it when the thought crossed her mind. I now need to bury my cock down her throat. I want to feel her transfer her orgasm’s intensity into sucking my cock. I move to my knees beside her head. I direct my meat into her mouth. Her eyes open, tongue slips from her between her lips to the head of my cock. Her hand reaches to grasp it, and pulls it to her tongue and mouth. She opens wide, I slowly begin to insert my cock into her.

“Kim, eat Sara’s pussy. Be gentle with her, make her cum again” I tell Kim. She moves down between Sara’s legs. Kim lowers her face to Sara’s cunt, tongue begins to play with the lips of her cunt. Sara groans loudly. Kim’s fingers find her hole, and two enter her cunt. Sara’s other hand reaches for Kim, grabbing a handful of hair and pulls her face into her arching hips and cunt. Deep guttural groans are heard from inside of Sara. She pulls hard on my cock, mouth wide, enveloping my cock with her lips. I push forward, watching my cock slide down her soft throat. Deeper, I push my hips, my cock slides down her throat, its size stretching her mouth wide. She gobbles more, pushes back on my body until the head clears her lips. She quickly licks her lips, reaches to my ass, and pulls me forward, driving my cock down her throat again. Her tongue is doing marvelous things to my cock as it is buried in her throat. 

Kim is sucking hard on her pussy now. I can see her face tight against Sara’s pussy. Rapid movements side to side, Sara’s body reacting to the play on her clit. Kim sucks Sara’s clit into her mouth, pulling it between her teeth, sucking hard. Flicking over the stretched clit, Kim is raising the level of pleasure. Sara is close to cumming again. “Make her cum Baby” I tell Kim. Kim looks into my eyes. I lean over Sara to Kim. Kim stops momentarily, raises her head to meet my lips. I kiss her deeply. I lick my lips, tasting Sara. “Finish her Babe. Make her cum hard.” I tell her.

Kim drops again to Sara’s pussy. With new vigor, she attacks Sara’s clit. I drive my cock into Sara’s mouth. My nuts are now hitting Sara on her forehead. I begin to fuck her face. Long strokes, she slobbers on my cock, pulling me hard forward to her mouth. She stops sucking on my cock, holding me deep in her throat. Suddenly, she pushes my body back, arching her head. Her focus in now Kim intently lapping her cunt. Both hands grasp Kim’s head. “Oh shit! Oh God! Don’t stop Kimmy” groans Sara.

With two fingers buried in Sara’s cunt, Kim sticks the third at the opening of her ass. With quick movement, Kim’s finger tip disappears into Sara’s ass. Sara screams loudly, a deep growl of pure lust that just says I am yours, fuck me. Sara is bucking hard, Kim is holding on to her cunt with her mouth. Suddenly, Sara’s body tenses, and quickly relaxes. She has reached her second orgasm. Kim continues her lapping of Sara’s cunt, now hot in her own right. 

Kim moves quickly to plant her cunt on Sara’s face. They are now deep in a 69, faces buried, sucking wildly on each others clit. I watch, arousal growing. I want to taste Sara. “Kim, let me taste her” I tell her. Kim raises her head, allowing me room to lean down and taste Sara’s cunt. Wet from cumming and such deep finger fucking, I bury my face to her hole, forcing my tongue as deep as I can into her body. I move to suck her clit into my mouth. I bite gently, nipping, sucking the clit into my mouth. Stretching, pulling and attacking her clit, I push her toward cumming again. Kim is watching intently, her face flush with her own orgasm approaching. I reach to her tits, pulling the nipple gently. Her tits are fantastic, firm, pointed, with nipples the size of erasers, sticking up from her tit. I release my hold on Sara’s clit, and push Kim’s face back down into Sara’s pussy.

Within minutes, both girls cum again. Panting, screaming, bodies arch into one another. The girls turn together, tits softly mashed together, kissing gently. Kim, on top, grinds her pussy against Sara’s. They play, I watch. I move to between their legs, and see both pussies pressed tightly together. I reach my hand to them, Inserting a finger in each cunt. Momentarily, I pump my fingers hard and fast. Both girls are grunting with my finger fucking. My cock spasms, I need to fuck one of these soft, wet, tight cunts.

I have continued to stroke my cock slowly watching the girls. It is now time for Sara to mount and ride my cock. “Sara, come here. Bring that beautiful pussy of yours’ here. I have a cock that wants to make her stretch” I tell her. With a look of pure lust, she moves quickly to me.

“Yes Daddy, I want to fuck that cock of yours” she states. She quickly climbs over me, and puts the head of my cock against her pussy. She starts down, retreats, and drives her body down again. She is soaking wet, slippery, and so soft. Her cunt grips my cock tightly. I watch her lips refuse to release my cock as she pulls up off me. And then, down hard she grinds her body against me. Leaning forward, hands beside my chest, she begins to hump my cock with abandon. My hands grab her hips, and pull her down on me. Deeper we drive my cock into her. Finally totally buried in her cunt, she rotates her ass on me, grins, and begins to fuck me hard. “Oh God Dad, fuck my pussy!” she screams.

We now begin to fuck like demons. Hard, grunting, bodies slamming together, we fuck. Her hips arch up off my legs, ass tilting, rubbing her clit on my cock. And slams down hard, impaling herself on my cock. “Sara, I want you doggie style!” I tell her. She slides off me. I roll to the edge of the bed, get up and stand next to the bed, my engorged cock straight out from my body. “Here Sara, hands and knees on the edge of the bed” I state.

Sara moves quickly to the edge of the bed, ass positioned directly in front of me. I spread her legs, direct my cock to her pussy opening, and slowly push the head in her. I place my hands on each hip, and begin a rocking motion that will drive my cock deep into her body. Slowly, I insert all 9 ½ inches into her, my hips tightly pressed against her ass. I push her head down to a pillow, chest flat on the bed. “Now baby girl, I am going to fuck your brains out” I tell her. “Ready?” I questioned as I pull back and begin to slam my hips against her ass repeatedly, hard, and deep. Our bodies are making slapping sounds, hitting so hard together. My cock is deep in her now. Piston like, full stroke, full speed, I continue to slam her with my cock. She starts screaming into her pillow. 

“Fuck me Daddy, fuck me!” she screams. Kim has moved to Sara’s head, with her knees spread wide, pussy open directly in front of Sara’s face. 

“Eat me Sara” Kim commands. Sara reaches to Kim, and pulls her pussy to her face. I am hammering her pussy with reckless abandon, driving her body forward, and pulling it back. She has a hard time staying in Kim’s pussy. Kim assists Sara, fingering her clit while Sara forces her tongue into her cunt when she can. She reaches to Kim forcing her hand deep into Kim’s cunt. Sara now begins to fuck Kim as well, hard, hand slapping against her cunt lips with every thrust.

I feel my nuts tighten, and know I will be soon exploding cum deep into Sara’s pussy. “Ok baby girl, Dad is going to cum!” I scream at her. 

“Yes Daddy, fuck me, cum in me now” replies Sara.

Teeth clinched tightly, body slamming hard against Sara’s ass, I begin to cum. I keep hammering hard into Sara’s pussy, emptying my cock. I pull her tight against my thighs, stopping movement. I feel the spurts of cum into her body. Exhausted, I push forward, pushing Kim slightly back, Sara lands, tits firmly in Kim’s cunt. My cock, deflating now, is still deep in Sara’s cunt. I sprawl on Sara’s back, playfully pushing my hips forward, pulling back, making my cock pump her pussy a few more times. Slowly, I pull my cock from her pussy, and flop to my back. Long, soft, wet, my cock flops across my leg.

“Daddy, can I suck your cock?” Kim asks. 

“Me too Daddy” chimes Sara.

I grin ear to ear. “Ladies, you both can share” I tell them. They scramble to position themselves between my legs. They take turns sucking my soft cock into their mouths, and licking my balls.

Drained, sweaty, and tired, I suggest a shower. “I get to wash each of you” I tell them. Giggling, they break for the shower!!

“Me first” yells Kim.

“Not this time” retorts Sara. “You had yours’ first already!” she said with a laugh.

I watch these two beautiful girls head to the shower. Tall, athletic, and fully fucked, these girls can turn any head they want. And they choose me. I swear, he chubbed again.

Homecoming Ch. 03



Chatper 3 - A Day At the beach.

I was on my summer holidays, spending with my family. It was a warm morning, as I woke fully naked in my bed, and finding that Dad, and Mum had left for work leaving me with the apartment, for the day. I found little need for clothes, as I only wore them as a common courtesy. I enjoyed the beach. I love to work on my tan, and to swim in the clear blue water. I was in hoilday mode and I spent most of time lazing around, and making a big effort of keeping my pussy pretty and smooth. 

I kept my body bikini clad most of the time and so it was decided that it was a good idea to keep it neat and presentable. Like that I was getting any action.

The day started like any other, I woke and snuggled in my bed totally naked, as the satin sheets felt nice and sexy against my skin. I ran my hands up and down my body as far down to my thin, smooth legs, and up to my shaved pussy, continuing up to my toned flat stomach to rest a second on my 'C' cup breasts. I loved my breasts. They filled out any shirt and swimsuit I put on, which brought out my nipples, which stood up most of the time, as I found myself constantly aroused. 

I got out of bed, and as usual, I was on my own, so I went fully naked to the kitchen and made some breakfast. After breakfast, I sat on my leather couch and let the feel of the cool leather of the couch against my naked body. I lounged on it until my breakfast had settled and I was ready for a swim. I stroked my bald pussy as I walked to my bedroom. I stood in front of my wardrobe trying to select on what to wear. I chose a red sting bikini and dressed myself in it. I slipped on the string bottom and tired the knot tightly along my hip, giving the strings a tug to make sure they were tight.

My tis bounced as I walked over to my bed and picked up the matching bikini top. I put my head through the top string and slipped the top over my gorgeous breasts. I bent my arms around and tired the back in a knot behind me, carefully brushing my long brown hair out of the way. 

"Damn I have awesome tits!" I said as I looked in the mirror and admired my body, before heading down to the beach. I walked out of my apartment. The lock to my apartment was a coded one, so that eliminated the worry about keys and losing them on the crowded beach. I didn't worry about wearing any shoes as I didn't mind a little discomfort on the hot concrete under my bare feet, as I made my way to the beach and its cool water. I soon was on the beach, dropping my towel down, and waded down to the cool water, cooling off my bare feet and legs. The surf was up and the waves looked big and tempting. 

I swam out to meet the waves. I loved to catch the waves and riding them in. I found myself an area free of surfers and waited for a wave. I didn't have to wait long, as I saw the signs of a wave building. Bracing myself for it, I began swimming hard. The wave caught me and pushed me back into the beach. I was still smiling from the thrill ride when I felt herself collide with someone. I looked up to see an attractive looking girl, roughly 18 years old, my own age, looking at her. The girl had mesmerizing blue eyes that pulled me into her gaze. 

"You all right?" asked the girl. 

"Yeah I'm ok," I replied 

"Sorry about that," I apologized to her. 

"That's all right," smiled the girl, "What is your name?" 

"I'm Amanda and I'm here on holiday," I answered her. 

"Ah, ok so am I. My name's Ashley," 

Ashley wore a tight black one-piece bathing suit that clearly outlined the amazing curves of her body. I never really saw another girl in a sexual way couldn't help but notice Ashley for all her beauty. Ashley was not as big in the boob department as I was, probably about a B. But her breasts were perky and her hard nipples were easily visible through her swimsuit. She had a slender waist that swelled slightly to her hips, then bounced back in for her thin, sleek legs. "Been here long?" asked Ashley as I was pulled out of her daze, "About four days now." I replied. We talked for while, just standing on the shoreline, when Ashley asked if I wanted to catch some waves together.

Ashley and I caught some more waves together, laughing and giggling as our bodies collided from time to time. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend the afternoon. We were treading water when I faced Ashley, then a wave pushed me into Ashley. Ashley and me met front on, embracing each other. We both looked embarrassed at first but were soon giggling from it, enjoying the situation. Ashley ran her hands down my back. A puzzled look came over my face as she rubbed my back under the water. All Ashley could feel was bare smooth skin, not bikini top or bottom at all. 

"What is it?" I asked, seeing Ashley's face. Ashley began to smile. 

"Nothing," she said, "it's just that apart from being a very sexy girl you're also very brave." 

"What do you mean?" I questioned her. 

"Swimming naked on a public beach with crowds of people and it's not a nude beach," giggled Ashley.

"What!" I demanded, suddenly feeling scared. 

"You're naked," said Ashley, 

"I like that," I smiled. To prove her point, Ashley placed her hands on my bare ass. I tensed as I felt Ashley's hands on my bare skin; my world began to turn as I began to panic. Ashley rubbed her hands on my bare ass before sliding them around to my bald pussy. "Mmm silky smooth pussy," smiled Ashley warmly.

"I love that too." Ashley gently rubbed my bare silky smooth pussy before rubbing my bare abs and fondling my bare breasts. I began panic as Ashley rubbed my breasts. "Oh no, how did this happen?" I wondered, "I had on a bikini when I came out, how I could suddenly be naked?". 

"What kind of Bikini was it?" asked Ashley still fondling my breasts under the water. "A red string bikini," I answered. Suddenly painfully aware of my nudity, I cuddled closer to Ashley, hoping to use her to hide my nakedness. 

"Well I guess the roughness of the water we were swimming in, took it away," said Ashley, "you'd be surprised at how easily a string bikini is taken away by rough water," continued Ashley, "I've seen it happen twice before."

"Damn, now I'm stranded naked?" I said.

"Seems that way," answered Ashley with a giggle. Ashley teasingly let go of my body and swam away, laughing as I tried to catch her to cuddle up to her again. "How about we get out of these wet things?" teased Ashley, "Oh wait, you haven't got any wet 'things' to get out of."

I smiled as Ashley held her and pinched my bare ass. "You're a very cuddly girl Amanda," grinned Ashley, "But I love that too. Say, I've got an idea on how we can get you out of here without showing anything that shouldn't be showed to any perverts that hang out here on the beach." 

"Yeah?" I asked becoming hopeful, "how?"

"Well ..." began Ashley. "You'd have to cuddle up to me, pressing your front into my body, that'll protect your cute bald pussy and beautiful breasts from being seen. You'd need to sit on my hip while you cuddle me so I can carry you in the hip carry style, like a mother carries a toddler child. I'd place my hands under your bare ass to support you and also hide it from view. That's how we'll do it." 

I became excited and smiled, "Let's give it a try," I said, not even hesitating out of desperation to get out of this uncomfortable situation. We stood where they could touch the bottom. I climbed onto Ashley and wrapped my arms around her neck, and legs around her waist. Ashley placed her hands under my bare ass, pinched it and gripped me securely. Ashley emerged from the water carrying me, all naked on her hip. 

I felt very secure being carried by Ashley, she was very gentle. I was also secure in the knowledge that everything that needed to be was covered. "You want to take me to my place and come in, no one's home," I invited. 

"Sure," said Ashley. Ashley began to lightly rub my smooth bare bottom, as she carried me all the way to my door. I entered the code, still held in Ashley's arms and we went inside. Ashley put me down on the floor and rubbed her bald pussy. "There you go," Ashley spoke to my smooth pussy, "safe and sound", I smiled as Ashley rubbed her own bald pussy through her swimsuit, she tickled it with her fingertips, causing me to giggle. I was surprised at Ashley. I was surprised that she was so comfortable with touching another girl in that way. 

"Now then, do you want to get out of that wet thing? I have some towels and extra clothes in my room" I asked Ashley, referring to her bathing suit.

"Don't mind if I do," answered Ashley, "Although, if it's all right with you, I'd like to go naked for now. I mean, what have we to hide, I've already seen you naked and I would rather be naked all the time if society would accept it."

I obliged, and followed Ashley into my bedroom which was adjoined by a bathroom. Inside the bathroom Ashley stripped out of her bathing suit and reached for a towel to dry her hair. My eyes wandered over to my new naked friend, and once again admired her body, this time without the restraint of her bathing suit. Ashley also had a bald pussy "I see you like it bald as well," I giggled, trying to mask my arousal. "Shaved about twelve hours ago, by my guess with perfection and attention to detail. Shaved with a razor blade and cream," I laughed, and talking as though I was sampling fine wines. "Mmm, very good," giggled Ashley. 

We left the bathroom and headed for the lounge, and we lay down on the couch each laying our heads at opposite ends with our feet entangled. Ashley started moving her foot up and down my leg stroking it gently. I instantly recognized Ashley's hints and asked, "Ashley. Are you a lesbian?" 

With a smile, "Hmm... how'd you guess that?"

I just smiled and asked, "So, what's it like. Being with another girl?"

"It's unbelievable. Another girl understands your body better than any guy can. Girls are patient and take their time to pleasure you till you cum or you pass out." Ashley paused and sat up, "You know... I could talk about lesbian's sex all day, but it would be much easier just to show you."

I hesitated not knowing what to say, but one look into Ashley's sapphire eyes and any hesitation disappeared. "Come here." I said.

Ashley leaned in and crawled her way up my silky smooth still wet body, her fingers tracing every part of my smooth naked body, rubbing my bald pussy, indulging in its silky smoothness. She fondled my breasts delightfully and gently as she made her way up to meet her new endeavour face to face. Our lips met and Ashley breathed in my scent. We kissed passionately; Ashley parted my lips with her tongue inserting it into my mouth. She danced her tongue all around my mouth playing with me. Ashley let her hand wander down my body until it rested at my clit. Ashley massaged my bald pussy rather hard making her moan. She traced the crack that was my clit with her hand causing me to shiver. "Did that tickle, love?"

"Yeah... do it again."

Ashley ran the length of her finger over her clit again causing me to shiver again. Ashley laughed at her new lover and moved down to caress my pussy with her tongue. She kissed her way down to my love hole and planted a kiss on my wanting lips. Ashley took the length of her tongue and drove it into the crack and licked all the way up. From the bottom of it to the top. I once again quivered in pleasure. Ashley then took her licks and moved them to the lowest hole on my body: my ass. Ashley started her licking motion at the back of my asshole and slowly and sensually traced her way up me area, licking over the ass hole and my pussy and ending up at the top of my clit, leaving a trail of her own saliva. "Mmm... keep going Ashley."

Ashley only got encouraged by this and licked harder and harder until her tongue traced its way back to my pussy hole where she stuck it in and began moving it in and out slowly. "Oh Ashley... oh god... harder."

She started moving her head faster to make her tongue pump into me faster. The more she pumped the closer she could feel herself to the juices that I held for her. I wanted it so bad. I wanted her to taste me, as it began sliding down her throat. Soon she got her wish. My pussy contracted and the juices flowed as if someone opened a gate that blocked my sex from flowing. "Ooooohhhh...." I managed to utter between my heavy breathing and panting motions.

Ashley barely noticed for she was entranced in her operation of sucking all of the juice from my shaven pussy. 

Ashley could feel my legs shaking as I rode the last waves of my orgasm. "Oh that was amazing." I moaned as I ran my fingers through Ashley's hair as she kissed the last drops from my pussy and ass crack. Looking up, Ashley answered. "Oh, it's not over yet, unless you want to quit."

"Quit?! Are you kidding that was fucking amazing... I want to keep doing this until I just can't anymore."

Ashley laughed, "Looks like I've created another lesbian!"

I smiled as I positioned Ashley onto her back and kissed her on the lips. "Sit back and let the rookie do her worst." 

I grabbed a hold of Ashley's tits and massaged them into my hands. Ashley groaned as she took in the pleasure her new found lover was giving her. I worked my way down to Ashley's shaven pussy and kissed her clit softly. I stuck out her tongue and made it hard, as I ran my tongue up and down her clit causing Ashley to wriggle beneath me. Instead of fighting her movements, I allowed Ashley to move into my tongue and every time she did, she moaned even louder. I continued to work on Ashley's clit and inserted two of my fingers into her pussy and began pushing them in and out at a slow methodical pace. I had all day to do this and she was going to make it right. Ashley's hips rocked as she felt my slender fingers slide in and out of her cunt. "Put another one in."

I followed her teacher's command and inserted another finger into her pussy. I felt the walls of Ashley's pussy tighten around my fingers and was amazed at how tight it felt. I could feel the inner muscles twitch and rumble with every euphoric stroke. I now picked up the pace, pushing in my fingers faster, now all the while licking hungrily at her clit. Ashley rocked her hips faster and faster, bucking wildly as she begged her orgasm to meet her. "Oh yes... yes.., I'm almost there... yes,... ooh fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

And just like that Ashley exploded her juices onto my chin and down onto the leather of the couch. Without any instruction, I went to work licking Ashley's sopping pussy, licking it and sucking up all the juices left behind by her intense orgasm. I continued to lick and was surprised at how much cum she released. It was more than she ever had in my times of masturbating, or being fucked by some guy. I had heard about some girls being able to squirt after an orgasm but never had myself done it, or have ever seen anyone else do it.

Until now. Ashley was shaking hard and continued to quiver as my lips and tongue kept on stimulating her sensitive areas. And without warning, a smaller gentler orgasm erupted through her body. I never thought Ashley's cum was going to ever stop flowing, nor did I want to stop being between her legs taking in her beauty on the most intimate level. I finished lapping up all the juices and flopped down onto Ashley's heaving chest. I propped herself up and said to Ashley. "Wait right here, I'll be right back."

All Ashley could do was nod. I got up from the couch and scampered off to my bedroom. Ashley just admired watching my perfect ass run away from her. I emerged in the door way holding a few different types of dildos and a ten inch strap on. "I thought you weren't a lesbian Amanda, what's with the strap on?" Ashley inquired.

"I like to strap it to a chair or something and fuck myself silly on it. You know, when I can't get someone to do it for me." I explained to her.

"Well come here and let me show you the true purpose of that thing." She said, motioning me towards her.

I walked over to Ashley and handed her the giant blue strap on. She stood up and stepped into the strap on until the blue rubber cock hung at the appropriate level. "Let's go into the bedroom, I think we'll be more comfortable in there."

We walked into my bedroom, and Ashley had me bend across the bed with my ass facing Ashley at the edge of the bed. My pussy was still pretty wet, so no lubrication was needed as Ashley put the head of the rubber cock at the entrance of my pussy. "You ready for this baby?" she said.

"Bring it on you nasty slut!" I said, waiting for the dildo.

Encouraged by her name calling, Ashley grabbed the base of the cock and rammed about six inches of it into my pussy. I grunted in pure lust as the dildo invaded my love tunnel. Slowly Ashley eased the remaining inches into my pussy, while I pushed back to take the whole thing into her pussy. "Oh God, that feels good."

Ashley slowly rocked her hips back and forth taking an inch out at first before putting it back in. She would back out and push back in, adding and inch every time until only the head was in. Then she rammed all of it back in. I was writhing in ecstasy. I was pushing back hard to meet every one of Ashley's thrusts. Ashley kept up her motions of it, pushing in, and pulling out until only the head was in and then thrusting the whole ten inches back in, while steadily increasing her pace until she was fucking my as fast as she could. She fucked me hard now grabbing a hold of my hips for leverage. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy bitch. Put it all the way in. Oh fuck me... fuck me harder!" 

I was an animal by now, running only on carnal lusts and stimulation. I tensed up and came all over the rubber cock, but neither of us stopped our motions. I came again before adding breathlessly, "I want to ride you Ashley. Ashley grabbed a hold of me, and lifted me to my feet, and the cock was still inside me. Ashley lay down flat on her back on the bed with me sitting on top of her crotch. I spun around on the dildo until she once again faced Ashley. Ashley admired my big heaving breasts as I began to glide up and down on the rubber cock. I was getting a little shaky and wobbly from my previous orgasms. 

Ashley steadied me by grabbing onto my hips. I rocked harder on top of the strap-on until I was full on jumping up and down on it screaming like a banshee. Ashley almost came at the beautiful sight of my breasts bouncing freely in the air. Ashley removed one of her hands to search the bed for another dildo. She came across a small red dildo that was a little thicker than the others. She wetted the dildo from my juices which were puddled up between my pussy and Ashley's crotch. The small dildo was now drenched and Ashley decided to enact her newly hatched plan. As I rose up, in my fucking of Ashley's dildo, Ashley positioned the small dildo just below her own pussy, and when I came back down, it found its way to the entry way of my tight asshole. "Ow! What was that?" I screamed.

"I just put a dildo up your ass, just keep fucking the strap on, it will feel good in a moment I promise." she said with a smile.

I went back to bouncing up and down on the rubber cock while Ashley began working the red dildo into my tight asshole. It was not easy, but soon she had the red dildo most of the way in and she began working it in and out of my ass, as I continued to fuck the rubber cock. "Oh my God that is fucking amazing. It feels like they are touching inside me!" I said in breathless pleasure

Ashley was more encouraged now and quickened her pace as she was successfully double-penetrating her new lesbian lover. 

I was riding the most intense orgasm of my life. The feeling of the two dildos moving in unison within my body was incredible. All I could do was fuck them both as hard as I could. I didn't know what I had become anymore. I didn't care. I was experiencing the most intense pleasure of my young adult life. I could feel that familiar tingle build in me. It grew and grew until it fought to escape me. With one more thrust, my orgasm splashed all over Ashley. I closed my eyes and rode wave after wave of intense pleasure. I didn't want to move. My toes were numb and I could barely keep herself upright. I collapsed onto Ashley kissing her passionately. "That was amazing. Later we should do some more, but I think that is all I can take for now." I said, exhaustedly.




Homecoming Ch. 03



"You are so beautiful Amanda." Ashley responded kissing her lover on the lips. "I am so glad you lost your bikini." 



Homecoming Ch. 03



I am trying to get these chapters out as fast as possible without letting the quality suffer. I'll probably reread this and wince as a result of my rushed efforts. However, as always, I appreciate all comments—good and bad. To those of you who have been leaving comments, thank you so much for taking the time to do so. Hopefully this time-hopping won't get too distracting, but I keep wanting to find out what's going to happen to Daniel next. This story is tearing me in two directions.

Chapter 3 

Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944

As the eye of the storm passed over her, Claudette Renault studied the face of Daniel Carven—the young man who had managed to save her life, even though he'd been unable to save her husband's life from the violent invasion of their home. The American soldier, not more than five years past the boy he'd once been, was almost too handsome to be a character in the horrific play unfolding before her eyes. 

"He's as beautiful as my Claire." The farmwoman murmured aloud, breaching the staid silence of the empty stone cottage.

Claudette still spoke of her daughter in the present-tense, because as far as she was concerned, Claire was still alive. Unless Claudette heard otherwise or saw her lifeless body with her own eyes, Claire Renault—the virtual twin of the young man who now lay at the woman's feet—was still alive; and, in an inexplicable leap of faith, Madame Renault knew that saving this man would some how keep her daughter alive. 

Claire was a patriot in the French Resistance. Like this young soldier, her daughter was somewhere endangering her life for the lives of strangers. Without Claire, Claudette would be the last living member of her family—she would be lost. 

The mother choked back the heart-wrenching sobs of grief that churned their way up through her windpipe. Greedy claws of sorrow tore at her throat and demanded vocalization. She bit her lip to stifle the flood of emotions. 

There would be time enough for the luxury of grief. Grief for the loss of her true love, her husband of almost twenty-five years, would have to wait. For the past five years, she and her husband had learned to live with the sacrifice of unexpressed pain and loss. Their Claire was the reason they'd refused to succumb to sorrow's seductive embrace—as long as she lived, hope lived. 

Claudette set to work on the daunting task before her—a karmic exchange: the life of one savior for that of another. Claudette's family would survive because he would survive.

After whispering a reverent pray over the body of her fallen beloved husband and covering him with their daughter's baby quilt, the sturdy-framed woman took inventory of Daniel's injuries and assessed how she would manage to get him off the cold flagstones and save his leg. Other than the bleeding, his injuries were grave but not necessarily fatal. As she worked, her gaze touched upon the serene expression on his olive-toned features. 

"Thank God for whatever merciful visions are visiting him," Claudette mused and she lovingly reached down to brush a curling lock of hair from his fevered brow. 

"His hair is raven, just like her Claire's," Claudette marveled.

Shaking off another impending spike of grief threatening to overtake her, Claudette prayed that Daniel could consciously summon whatever place he now lingered in this unconscious state. Agony was coming to claim him soon enough. 

"Monsieur, you must wake up," Claudette prodded, waiving a cloth damped with strong aromatic spirits under Daniel's nose.

The dream of Lula and their first kiss was violently wrenched from Daniel's mind's eye as the spirits started to take effect. Abruptly, he was slammed back into consciousness. Blankets of pain smothered him even as he opened his mouth to release a scream—a scream he quickly swallowed once he remember where he was. 

It was all plummeting back to him: D-Day, the soldiers, the farmers, his leg. 

Oh God! This was not his home. He was not with Lu. 

He was here—back in the farmhouse, on a cold stone floor. His leg was shattered. He was probably bleeding to death.

Claudette's heart ripped at the sight of the man forcing his way back into the conscious world. Judging by the misshapen form hidden by the blood-soaked pant leg of his fatigues, the boy was lucky to have a leg even if it was more than likely fractured.

"Monsieur, you must stay awake." The farmwoman continued in more than passable English, "You are bleeding...very much. Je dois...I must stop the blood. Then I fix the leg, until I get help for you." Claudette's instructions were accompanied by pantomiming her intentions so that the man could understand clearly what lie ahead.

"There are more of you...non?" Claudette inquired, hoping to confirm what her contacts in the Resistance had told her, even if they couldn't give her news about her Claire.

Daniel could only grimace and nod in reply.

This young soldier was only part of a massive invasion taking place in Normandy! 

The beginning of the end of France's struggle for liberation was at hand, and Claudette had been thrust into the middle of it, which is exactly where she wanted to be; but she'd always envisioned this moment standing side-by-side with her husband. She afforded another forlorn glance in the direction of the dead man's body beneath their child's blanket. She would welcome grief's embrace later—there was work to be done. 

She knew that this soldier's appearance meant the appearance of other Allied troops— hopefully not as untimely as this young man's entrance into France had been. There would be medicine and help. She would tend to his immediate needs and bring him the help he needed. 

Claudette winced in sympathy for the soldier as she cut open the leg of his trousers to reveal the bruised, swollen and bloodied flesh of his leg. She glanced momentarily up at the young man to make sure he was still with her. He smiled weakly in reply—stoic. 

Even when she applied the tourniquet and then set herself to the excruciating task of splinting the leg so she could move him from the floor to her bed, Daniel merely nodded in silence. His silent meditation was only occasionally punctuated with sharp intakes of breath through gritted teeth as the middle-aged woman gingerly manipulated flesh and bone back into place. From the deft way she administered aid, Daniel could tell that this wasn't her first time at the rodeo—she'd done this many times before.

With the tourniquet and splint in place, Claudette used the last of her adrenaline to half-carry, half-drag Daniel the last few yards from the doorway to her bed. She took great pains to make sure that the soldier didn't put any weight on his injured leg. Only after an uncomfortable jostling of bedcovers, pillows and blankets to ensure his comfort and keep him warm so as to ward off shock, did Claudette prepare to journey out into the early morning chaos in search of help. 

Pulling a worn knitted shawl over her shoulders, she turned to Daniel to address him once more before leaving.

"You must loosen the binding every dix minutes...every 10 minutes" Claudette pointed to his watch and held up her hands, wiggling ten plump fingers before continuing, "loosen the binding, and if blood still comes, tighten it again just so...not too much."

"Je comprends," Daniel nodded in acknowledgement, "Je parle un peu Français," he continued, confirming Claudette's suspicions that the boy could understand her in either language.

"Bon... Je rechercherai vos camarades et apporterai l'aide," Claudette advised, reassuring Daniel that she would return with the "Calvary." 

"Mais...you must stay awake. You must check the binding." The woman admonished and pointed at his splinted leg, adamant that these instructions be followed to the letter.

"Je promets." Daniel promised and gave her the "thumbs-up" to indicate his understanding.

With this assurance, the Frenchwoman closed the heavy wooden front door and locked it behind her. Daniel was left in silence and solitude. The presence of the two dead German soldiers in the next room was pushed out of his mind as he forced himself to think of his future. 

Daniel sat up in the ornate wooden bed, one of the few pieces of furniture in this sparse chamber. Watching the sunrise over the bucolic view of the apple orchards outside the bedroom window, the throbbing pain in his leg was momentarily forgotten. He knew that his consciousness was the tightrope that kept him from toppling into death from blood loss on one side and amputation of his leg on the other. 

He would stay awake. Staying awake meant staying alive. Staying alive meant seeing her again. 

He would taste her sweet lips and feel her lean, smooth body beneath his again. This time, he would tell her the things he should have said the night before he'd pulled himself away from the her heat and the silken embrace of her arms to head for the train station and board the train that would take him away from her.

These thoughts kept him awake as he waited in silence for help to arrive.

Raleigh, North Carolina— June 30, 1941

The kiss, unsure and awkward at first, grew in intensity when Daniel's resolve to indulge in this forbidden fruit was emboldened by exceeded expectations.

Her lips were sweeter, softer, than he'd imagined when he'd watched her on the banks of the pond. 

Daniel had expected resistance. Hell, he'd expected a lighting bolt to strike him down where he stood. Neither came; his moment of abandon stretched into an eternity as he wrapped his arms around Lula's waist, pulling her body closer to his own—he needed to be closer. 

He needed to be inside her. 

Daniel could not imagine it humanly possible to be as close to her as his body required. Not even making love to her would satisfy this need, even though his intentions were naked and evident by his growing physical arousal. His body literally ached for hers—consequences be damned. 

Lula's body responded to Daniel's sensual onslaught in kind. Her initial confusion and denial evaporated as Daniel's mouth claimed hers with a fierceness that surpassed her own unclaimed desires for him. The intensity of his embrace deepened and Lu's lips parted to accept the welcome pressure of his tongue demanding entrance.

The kiss deepened still and Lula groaned in involuntary response to her aching need for more of him. Her groans sent Daniel over the edge with dizzying velocity. The last barrier—his moral resolve—shattered and his hands moved down, past the small of Lu's back and cupped the smooth, round, muscular perfection of her buttocks. 

He pulled her closer still, crushing her groin against his own growing desire. His chest met contact with the stiffing peaks of her nipples beneath her thin cotton night shirt and he let loose a primal growl—frustration from his unfulfilled need to consume her.

"Oh...God Lu, forgive me," Daniel whispered in a breathless plea even as he feathered her forehead and eye-lids with a soft trail of kisses—each contact of his lips intending to savor the taste of her.

Pulling away to drink in her dark, honey-hued eyes, he saw the same need in her that tormented his own body. Given to reckless abandon, they were at risk of devouring each other with primal ferocity. 

Where had this come from? Where was the girl he had once considered his sister? 

Daniel's voice of restraint reappeared, fighting to take root; but the animal instinct in him was stronger and screamed for release—demanded acknowledgment and homage. The primeval part of him realized that she had always been his and she would always be his. He intended to claim her as his and end this struggle for both of them.

Lu was drunk with desire, senseless from passion. She'd always been a creature of instinct and impulse, even more so than this stalwart, stoic man who now captured her in an iron embrace. She had no desire to be released from his efforts at seduction.  

Daniel was a man possessed. Lu was happy to be the object of that possession. As a reassurance of her desires, Lula wrapped her arms around Daniel's neck in silent insistence of his lips once more. 

Acknowledging Lula's encouragement, Daniel bent down and scooped her up in his arms. He turned and strode purposefully to Lu's bed, a mocking illusion of their childhood with its white chenille bedspread and stuffed animals. Lula continued her seduction by gently nuzzling his neck and pulling him into more hungry kisses. As an added torment, she began nipping gently at his lips before pressing her mouth against his and persuading him to grant her tongue access to him. They both groaned in resolve of the line that had been crossed and long forgotten. 

Daniel had not thought it possible to want Lu more than he had earlier that day, but here he stood, his stiffing cock pressed achingly against the fabric of his jeans. His eyes stung from unshed tears of frustration. With every taste of her lips, his manhood twitched and throbbed in painful anticipation of claiming what he now considered his. 

The two held each other with their eyes as Daniel reluctantly loosened his grip on Lula in order to place her on the bed. His calloused hands captured her face and he wordlessly explored every line, fold, and crease that graced her features. His thumb traced the ridge of her nose and brushed against her cheek-bone—more of an inheritance from her father's chiseled features than her mother's soft beauty. 

Her face—a study in contrast—was at once intoxicating in its beauty and sobering in its intensity. He'd never noticed the features in Lula that others had considered "exotic." But now, in the dimmed bedroom light, he could clearly see that her enchantment reached beyond the lithe body that had captured his own earlier that day.

Her full soft lips; her smooth cinnamon skin; her high regal cheek-bones; her honey-colored eyes flecked with red-gold—all crowned by a tousled mane of dark brown and copper coils that framed her face. She was beautiful. She was his. 

Daniel continued his navigation of this new creature beneath his straddling form. His hands traveled from her face to her body, reverently committing every peak, valley, curve and smooth straight of flesh to memory. The lush globes of he'd imagined earlier to be topped with licorice gumdrops, tasted even sweeter as he took one nipple and then the other in his mouth, dampening her cotton shirt. 

Lu's soft moans were pulled from her throat with every suckle, and she arched her back to meet the thirsty desires of the man tormenting her body with promises of pleasure that exceed anything she'd experienced at her own hand. She'd always known she'd save herself for this; but she'd never imagined that Daniel would be the one to whom she would give her body. She was desperate to feel him inside her—her body was in physical pain for want of him.

"Danny," Lula whispered through hitched breaths, her eyes cloaked with unguarded desire, "Danny...please...I can't take much more of this...I need..."

Daniel didn't let her finish before his hands slid down to her thighs, gripped the bottom of her nightshirt and pulled the material up, just past the her waist. He smiled at his good fortune—she wore nothing underneath.

Lula sucked in another ragged breath of air before attempting to re-plead her case for release, "Please...Danny...I ...I want." Daniel's possession of her body overtook her completely before she was able to fully vocalize her request.

Daniel was mesmerized by the sight of her; his self-control was obliterated as his gaze fell upon her body and his hands reached beneath the fabric of her nightshirt, now scrunched up around her waist, to lovingly cup her breasts. He tore himself away from his trance long enough to steal a glance at Lu's face through heavy-lidded eyes, clouded with what Lula now recognized was passion—not anger. The intensity of his stare silenced her pleas. Whatever desires she requested he would grant and exceed. 

Sensing her understanding of his intentions, Daniel slipped back into his trance; he lowered his head and pressed his lips against the flesh between her breasts. Working his way down, he continued to pay homage to her body with a path of white-hot kisses traversing the length of her. He paused only briefly to dip his tongue into the shallow pool of her navel before nipping at the tender flesh just above the soft triangle of curls guarding her entrance. 

As he worked, his thumbs continued to tease and pull at the already stiff peaks of her nipples, rolling the precious pebbles between his thumb and forefingers. His soft torture of her body took a toll on his own; he feared that the slightest touch of her naked flesh against his would push him over the precipice. But before he succumbed to his own needs, Daniel wanted to give Lu a taste of the pleasure he intended to visit upon her when he claim her body fully—completely.

Whatever Lu had had in mind regarding this encounter had suddenly taken an entirely different turn as she lifted her head to watch Daniel continue his meticulous worship of her body. Still clothed, she felt as though neither of them could be more revealed than they were now. Daniel, his head poised keenly above the entrance of the place only her hand had intimate knowledge of, paused only a moment before delving deeper into her. She afforded herself only the sound of her own ragged breathing, petrified to break the spell that held them captive.

Daniel's mouth scorched her earth as he continued his assault on her senses and increased the ferocity of his ministrations. His tongue traced the delicate folds of her opening before plunging into her. Lu gasped in response and lifted her hips to accommodate his thirst. Daniel was grateful for her participation and rewarded her with another deeper thrust of his tongue before sliding up to the sensuous nub of her womanhood. There, he teased and prodded, paying excruciating attention to the hardening nipple of flesh between her folds, now coated with her juices. The taste was exquisite, as if every part of her body had been created to please every sense he possessed—he savored her as a thirsty man would savor his first sip of water.

As Daniel's mouth assaulted her, Lu's body began to buck involuntarily rejecting the agony of ecstasies he visited upon her. With every thrust of his tongue and gentle nibble, Lu squeezed her eyes shut a little tighter. She bit her lip to stave off the screams growing in her chest. A familiar warming in the pit of her stomach began to grow in intensity as Daniel continued to sample her flavors and explore each delicate petal beneath her mantel. She rode his tongue, clinging to a thin thread of sanity by gripping handfuls of his thick coal-black hair, now damp from the perspiration of his efforts and the stifling summer heat.

"Lu...look at me" Daniel's demanded in a soft drawl as he looked up from his feast, the silver in his eyes betraying how lost in her he'd become.

"Baby...look at me. I want you to watch me taste you," he urged further, his voice was thick with lust, "I want you to see how good you taste...how sweet...how much I..." he trailed off without finishing his demands. If words existed that described the raw emotions now raging through his body and tormenting his aching need, Daniel was want to find them. 

At a lost for any verbal expression of his wants, Daniel improvised, telegraphing his intentions by torturing her slit with his hungry tongue and greedily devouring her juices as quickly as she produced them. Lu mewled in response, painfully twisting the handfuls of his hair still in her grasp. The pleasure he was giving her teetered close to the brink of pain and she feared the unknown depths of ecstasy facing her as Daniel's ruthless assault threatened to push her past any boundaries of pleasure she'd ever given herself.




Homecoming Ch. 03



Lu blinked back tears as she gazed down at this strange new lover, "Danny...Oh God...I'm going to...shit... I'm coming," she managed to hiss through clenched teeth, the sound of her own voice alien and frightening. Indeed, she was frightened of this force of nature possessing the two of them. 

Impossibly, a part of her wanted this to stop, so convinced she was that she could not possibly survive the wave poised to crash down on her. Involuntarily, her body undertook a belated struggle to put the genie back in its bottle. She'd not known she'd had this tempest bottled up inside her. She'd never imagined Daniel was capable of releasing it. 

His attentions were fearless, wanton and reckless. His hands deftly working her body, sliding down to her hips to hold his prize captive. He would finish. 

She was afraid of what would happen if he was allowed to finish.

As if sensing her struggle, Daniel let his hands slip down between the hot flesh of Lu's dampened thighs and to the edges of her clit, now dripping with her honey. With one hand he used his fingers to gently spread her open, revealing the glistening soft pink flesh of her petals crowned with contrasting rims of warm brown. His mouth feasted anew, relishing in the earthy scent of her. With his other hand, Daniel inserted one finger and then a second into her, gently warning her that her resistance was too little, too late. 

Lu rewarded his efforts by rhythmically matching each thrust of his fingers with a thrust of her own hips. Daniel's cock, now a throbbing mass of nerve-endings screaming for her warmth and his release, twitched in defiant protest of his neglect—yearning to replace the fingers now manipulating her body with the deftness of a virtuoso. His needs would have to wait.

He would not allow her to rob him of the heart-stopping vision of her succumbing to this pleasure. He had been left dumb-struck this afternoon and he selfishly wanted to be the cause of the pleasure that gave rise to this vision. He wanted his hands to be the hands that made her writhe in pleasure like a marionette on invisible strings. He wanted his mouth to be the thief that snatched the screams of ecstasy from her throat. He would not be disappointed. 

The inevitable wave came crashing down on Lu as her body gave up one last Herculean jolt before surrendering to him. Her back arched gracefully, overtaken by an orgasmic ecstasy she'd never known was possible. She blinked back a fresh wave of tears and opened her mouth in a soundless scream.

Mercilessly, Daniel refused to release her—opting instead to bury his face deeper between her thighs and devour the fruits of his labor before crawling back up the length of her and collapsing on top of Lu's spent form, now slick from exertion. For a moment, they lay there in silence, shocked by the actions of the two strangers that had taken possession of their bodies. 

It was the sound of Mamma Corning's voice that jolted them out of their reverie.

"Lula....Daniel? What in God's name is all that racket? You two fighting again?" the irritation evident in the elder Corning's voice.

The floorboards beneath her bare feet creaked in protest with each step she took towards her daughter's bedroom. By the sound of it, she was only three doors away from Lu's bedroom and would be upon them in a matter of seconds. 

Reality, with its icy sobriety, had returned.



Homecoming Ch. 04



Over the next week, I had several opportunities to tease and play with the girls. Twice during the week, Sara had stopped by just to have me put my cock in her cunt. Of course, I fucked her hard, pounding away at the exquisite cunt that begged to be abused. Kim and I shared one-on-one sex during the week as well. Sensual, loving, sex. All three of us shared an encounter again the following Friday night. This time, the girls both refused to go to bed in Kim's room. They wanted to start the night in my bed. Who could refuse such lovely young ladies.

We fucked and sucked our brains out for several hours. Anything went, I finally got to butt fuck Sara, burying my cock deep in her ass doggie style while Kim lay beneath us and sucked her to a screaming orgasm. I chub just writing the story, recalling the amount of sex we have had. I felt totally drained, and was ready for sleep. Sara, Kim's best friend has to be a nympho. That is the only way I can describe her. My cock and balls ached from the abuse she caused on my tool. Both Kim and I were ragged from her desire for sex, but we happily obliged. We would not turn her down for anything, and Kim and I both loved the fact that she would work to please the both of us. We love her dearly.

It was during the late Friday night that the new plan began to take shape. We were resting, semi-sleeping when Sara hatched her next plan. And I thought that I would enjoy the scenario. It would take some careful planning, and some clear signals, but I was more than interested. Lynn, Sara's mom had helped me and my daughter Kim over the years since Kim's mom, my wife died. Lynn, a woman slightly younger than myself, was fantastic looking. I did not understand the guy she married, a mouse of a man is how I would describe him. He was of small stature, a puny runt of a man. If the guy was 5'10"tall, 165 pounds, I would be surprised. He is some kind of sissy human resources guy, worked all day with the women in the office. Lynn and Sara were the athletes in his house. He does the dishes all the time kind of guy. His idea of a sport was to run from the bully all his life. I always called him Alice around my house with Kim, for no other reason than to make fun of him.

Lynn, on the other hand, was at least 5'11" tall, slender build. She was bright, articulate, great set of tits, jogged daily, did yoga, and kept herself in great shape. I had run many miles with and behind her when I had the chance. I got to watch her ass as we ran. I would joke about the view, and she would just laugh, tell me that I could have it if I had the desire. I had never pursued this, and now I was rethinking my opportunities. She had great legs, long and firm, with just a hint of muscle in her quads, and strong calves. Many, many times she had been fodder for my fantasies during the night. 

Now, here was her daughter, asking if I would have the desire to seduce her mom. "Dad, I want to watch. So you can only fuck her if I and Kim get to hide and see you in action" Sara said, making it very clear. We began to plan the circumstances in which I could satisfactorily seduce Lynn. 

"Kim, are you OK with me seducing Lynn?" I asked her.

"Daddy, you are your own man. I would love for you to find someone that you desire and want to spend time with" she continued. "That does not mean I can not make use of your body when I need too" she said and grinned ear to ear.

Sara chimed "Dad, this is not to replace us, we want to see you make her as happy as you do us". She continued "Many times she has asked me how you were doing, or if I knew who you were seeing? Based on what she asks, I believe Mom has an interest in you. Makes me crazy horny" Sara said nervously. "I want my Mom. I want to get the invitation through you, Daddy" 

Saturday morning the girls and I slept late, woke to some light sexual play, got up, and started the day. I called Lynn later that afternoon. I made arrangements for her to stop by in an hour to assist me with some quick items. It did not take too much for me to convince her to stop by.

For the next hour, I played over and over in my mind, the scenario to unfold before me. I dressed in a pair of baggy athletic shorts, large fitting tank top, and ran around the house barefoot. The girls were to go and spend a couple of hours shopping, get some groceries for dinner, and return quietly. The plan was for me to have Lynn seduced by that time. Aggressive, but I hoped achievable. 

Lynn arrived right on time. Dressed in warm weather clothes as well, she looked great. Her tanned body exuded sex, or was it just in my mind. I looked her up and down slowly to allow her to catch me in the act. I whistled softly, audibly so she would hear. Dressed in a pair of running shorts, small shirt allowing her midriff to show, I could not help but be attracted to her.

"Hi Lynn! Been expecting you. You look absolutely great." I told her. As she entered the house, I side stepped her slightly, extended my hand to the small of her back as she walked past. "Come on in and sit down." Her skin was soft. I rubbed the lower part of her back gently as we walked into the kitchen.

"Alright bub" she said and grinned, "What can I do for you"? She turned to me, our bodies inches apart. I stood quietly contemplating a response. As I looked at her, my eyes wandered. I could look down the top of the shirt she was wearing and see her soft, tanned cleavage. Her sports bra held her tits firmly in its grasp, presenting them nicely for view. My hand now rested on her hip. She moved her hand to cover mine.

"With a line like that, I can think of a lot of things, but just suggesting one may get me slapped" I retorted without thinking. 

"Make an offer" Lynn said, staring intently at me.

"Really, well, I want to slowly undress you, taking my time to view and touch your body. I want to feel your body pressed against me, your tits flattening against my chest. I want to feel your nipples harden to my touch, raise off your tit as I blow cool air over a saliva covered tit. I want to suck as much of you into my mouth as possible. I want to kiss down your torso. I want to taste you, travel my tongue down past your belly button. I want to find the top of your folds, snake my tongue down between your lips, reaching your clit, guarding your hole. I want to flip my tongue back and forth quickly over your clit, move forward until my lips envelop your clit, and suck it into my mouth. I want to taste you, drive my tongue deep into you, rimming the opening of your pussy, and pushing my face deep into the folds of your cunt. I want to drive my tongue deep into your pussy, quickly, retreating, back to your clit, sucking it into my mouth. I want to rake my teeth against the sensitive skin. Lightly bite your clit, tugging gently, pulling away from your body, stretching the clit, running my tongue quickly over the clit, increasing the pleasure. I want to bury my thumb deep in your pussy, and insert my index finger deep into your ass, feeling the thin wall between both fingers, causing friction between the holes, giving pleasure, driving you to a cunt numbing orgasm, and we have only just started". I said without hardly taking time to catch my breath. 

Lynn's eyes were closed. She just stood there, absorbing my explicit description I guess. Without a word, she moved closer to me and gently laid her head on my chest. "That is one hell of an offer" she replied quietly. "Can you make good on it?"

I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close to me. "Only if you let me try" I told her. 

I raised my hand to her chin, tilting her face to me. Gently, I lowered my lips to hers. Softly, slowly, I began to kiss her lips. I parted my lips, letting my tongue guide itself to her mouth. With extreme softness, my tongue forged forward, exploring her mouth. Her tongue returned the favor. Lingering, softly we stood and kissed each other. I had not kissed another woman with the desire and controlled passion I had at this moment in time. Our breath mingled, lips devouring each others, gently, rocking together, bodies pressed close to feel the desire each of us had. "Oh God, Rich. I have wanted this for so long" Lynn whispered.

I continued to kiss her, suck her tongue into my mouth. I nibbled on her lower lip, tugging gently, playfully. I lowered my head, kissing around the side of her cheek, down her jaw to just below the ear. I stuck my tongue out, playfully teasing her ear, and began kissing her neck. I moved downward, until I reached the nape of her neck. Its' softness stopped me. I sucked in the skin, nibbling on the nape of her neck. Her body arched, arms wrapped tightly around my neck. My hands roamed down her body, reaching her hips, pulling her against me. I knew she had to feel my cock pressing against her abdomen. My hands roamed downward, sliding to the sides of her ass, and grasping her cheeks firmly in my hands, I pulled her up off the ground, wrapping her legs around my waist. I slowly eased her body downward, sliding her cunt along my cock, allowing her to feel it pressing against her. Moans escaped her. She kissed me hard.

"Take me to your bedroom" she said hoarsely. Her breath quickened. She slid her legs down me, standing in front of me. Her hands moved to my hips, and ever so slowly, moved to my crotch. Rigid, at full staff, my cock was easy for her to feel through the fabric of my athletic shorts. "Jesus Christ" she moaned. "If I had known it was this monstrous, I would have been more aggressive myself years ago". She pumped my cock hard through my clothing. Then, without warning, she turned, and headed out of the kitchen toward the stairs. She had yet to let go of my cock. She was literally dragging me along by the front of my shorts, fingers wrapped tightly around me cock in the process. I laughed and followed.

Once we reached my bedroom, she turned and began removing my clothing. I stopped her, planted a soft kiss on her lips. I wanted to move slowly, and explore the magnificent body offered. I began to remove her clothing. First, I removed her shirt, followed by the athletic bra. Painfully slow, I removed the bra, one side first, allowing her left tit to be freed from its confines. I leaned to kiss the nipple. I sucked the nipple into my mouth. My hand grasped the tit, squeezing gently, but firming the tit. The nipple extended to my sucking lips. I opened my mouth wide, and sucked a large portion of her tit in my mouth. Her hand, on the back of my neck, pulled my head tighter against her tit. She moaned deeply. 

My other hand grabbed the bra still covering her right tit. Roughly, I pulled the bra up over her tit, now allowing both to be free of the material prison. I clasped the right tit in my hand, and pulled the nipple portion toward me sucking her left tit. Simultaneously, I pulled the left tit to the right, bringing the nipples close together. I sucked both nipples into my mouth at the same time. Nipping, licking, tugging on the nipples, I made her moan again. I pushed her back to the bed. My hands moved to the band of her shorts, grasping band and started to remove her shorts. I dropped them to her ankles. Raising her feet, she kicked them off. She still had her panties and running shoes on.

"My turn" she said as she pushed me back from her. She grabbed the bottom of my tank top, pulled it up. I leaned over and allowed her to remove my top. She leaned forward and sucked my man nipple. Quickly, she took interest in removing my shorts. Grabbing the band, and with a quick tug, she pulled my shorts clear down to my ankles. In the process, she was kneeling down. Her knees dropped to the floor. She reached to my briefs. Grasping my cock through my briefs, she began to kiss my thigh. Working slowly, she moved toward my cock, her hand pumping my cock slowly. She nuzzled her face along the edge of my shorts, tongue reaching under my shorts trying to lick my balls. She continued to pump my cock. Pulling the crotch of my briefs aside, my balls dangled openly now. She sucked one of my balls into her mouth. 

"MMmmm Lynn, that feels good" I exclaimed. She sucked the second ball into her mouth. I was hers. I placed my hands on her shoulders. I pushed forward, slightly spreading my legs so she could have easier access to my balls. She pulled back, reached up, and removed my briefs. My cock stood fully erect, inches from her face. Again, she grasped my cock, wrapping her fingers around tightly. 

"My God Rich, I can not even reach around your cock with one hand" she said with surprise in her voice. Now, with both hands firmly placed around my cock, she aimed the head at her lovely mouth. Opening wide, she placed the head of my cock in her mouth. She sucked the head in, licking around the head, driving her tongue into the slit. She pulled back, licked her lips, licked all sides of my cock , and again placed the head into her mouth. This time, she relaxed her mouth, her jaw, and slowly began the slide down my cock. She stared intently into my eyes as she gobbled my cock down her throat. She got about half way down when she triggered her gag reflex.

I pulled her up from the floor, pushed her back to the edge of the bed. As I pushed her down, my hands grabbed her panties, and slid them down her legs and off over her running shoes. I laughed. "Keep your shoes on woman, you may need to run and get away from me before long. I plan on stuffing my cock into your cunt shortly" I said, "after I complete my offer".

I laid Lynn down on my bed. I climbed in with her, and laid down beside her. Hugging her, I brought her tight against my body. I wrapped my leg over her hip, pressing her body tight against mine. Her tits flattened against me. I caressed her back, rubbing gently. I let my hand wander down to the small of her back. Again, my hand wandered downward, feeling the cheeks of her ass. I cupped her cheek gently in my hand, pulling her tight to me. My fingers probed the crack of her ass, lifting slightly, opening her cunt gently. My fingers played with the hair attached to her pussy lips. 

"Roll to your back" I told her. As she rolled, I got up on my hands and knees, and moved between her legs, forcing her knees to raise up directly above her hips. I grabbed the underside of her knees, pushed upward toward her head, raising her pussy and ass for a good look. I lowered my face to her cunt, gave her a big kiss, and released her legs. I leaned forward to her tits, sucking the right nipple into my mouth. Lynn moaned, lay back and relaxed. I took turns on each tit, licking, sucking, nipping the nipple. I would lick around the nipple of each tit, and lightly blow cool air, watching the nipple contract and harden. I grasped each tit with a hand, thumb and index finger clenching the nipple, tugging, stretching the nipple, pulling gently but firmly. Each time, a moan came from Lynn.

My mouth traveled down her body. Licking, kissing, I approached her mound. Lynn placed her hands on my shoulders. If I slowed down my decent, Lynn would push gently, urgently, wanting me to move down her body to her pussy. I took my time on purpose. I moved my body down the bed, laying on my stomach between Lynn's legs, shoulders just below her crotch now. With her pussy in full view, I leaned to play. My tongue reached out, lightly touching her slit. I moved downward, tracing along her slit. As I moved, Lynn arched her hips, trying to get my tongue deeper into her cunt. I continued to tease and play. I placed my thumb and index finger on each side of her slit respectively. I spread my fingers apart, opening her cunt lips. There, in the center, was her rose bud. I gently leaned forward, and flicked it with my tongue. Fireworks went off in Lynn. Her body arched, literally jumped off the bed. Hesitating, I let her bring her body back down to my waiting tongue. Once she lowered her body back down, I leaned forward, clasping her clit between my teeth, and flicked my tongue hard over her clit. My hands held her body down. I assaulted her clit, sucking, licking, and pulling her clit with my mouth and teeth. I would lower my face to her hole, inserting my tongue into her body, swirl my tongue around, drive it deep, and return to nibbling on her clit.

"Rich, make me cum" Lynn said. "God, it feels so good" she continued. Now she was starting to buck her hips hard. I had to literally hold on. I continued to suck her hard. To make her cum, I started playing with her hole while I sucked her clit. I pushed my finger deep into her pussy, then pushed two fingers deep into her body. She humped hard as I drove my fingers deep into her pussy. I continued to lick her and finger fuck her at the same time.

"Your offer included a finger up my ass" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Now, do it for me" she said. I replaced my two fingers with my thumb, drove it deep into her cunt. Without missing a beat, I stuck my finger in her cunt, lubricated it thoroughly and placed my finger at her asshole, played gently, and drove my fingertip into her ass as well. She screamed so loud I thought I must have hurt her. Her breath was now extremely ragged. I began to rub my thumb and finger together while in her body. "Oh shit, Oh shit" she started panting over and over. I pushed my finger deeper into her ass, retreated slightly, and pushed it all the way into her ass. "Don't stop" her voice trailed off. Her hips arched, held firmly high off the bed, and with an unmatched intensity, she came. Head twisting from side to side quickly, bucking on my fingers, she continued cumming, over and over again. She was pumping wetness out of her cunt, running down the crack of her ass. Extremely wet, she begged "Stick that big fucking cock into my cunt, fuck me"

I had hoped to get some good head, and more pussy licking before I drilled her, but it was time. I rolled her to her side, pulled her ass back against me. She was nearly perpendicular to me on the bed. I reached over her, grabbing the left leg, and raised it up in the air. Reaching between her legs, I found her wet pussy, flicking my finger over her clit. "Grab my cock, aim it at your pussy" I told her. She reached for me, grabbed the head of my cock, and placed it between the soft lips of her pussy. I pushed forward. The head of my cock entered her pussy. I waited, and pushed again. "Oh God it's huge" she grunted.

"Relax, let me get it all in. It will fit" I grunted. I pulled back, rocked forward, pulled back, and drove forward hard. Back, and a final hard push forward drove my cock into the depths of her pussy. She arched her back. I grabbed her hip, and started slamming my body against hers. 

She just started screaming, grunting, yelling "Fuck me you stud, fuck my cunt". I pounded her relentlessly for several minutes. She was breathing so heavily, I got concerned that she would hyperventilate. I slowed my thrusts. "Don't stop, I am going to cum again" she screamed and drove her pussy and ass back against me. I raised my leg, hooked it over her hip, driving my cock as deep in her cunt as our joined bodies would go. Deep, guttural grunts, screams came forth from her. I wanted to fuck the woman senseless now. I slammed my body against hers, pulled back and slammed her again. Rapid, full stroke, cock buried deep in her pussy, I hammered her body again and again. And her grunts, moans, and talk started to have an effect on me.

I felt my cum well up in my nuts. I rolled further on her backside, and drove my cock even deeper. Our bodies melded. My cock swelled larger. Her pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, sucking my cum out of the depth of my balls. "Baby, I am going to cum" I panted through clenched teeth. "Oh shit, here it comes"!

"Yeah baby, cum in me" she screamed. Reaching back, she grabbed my leg on her hip and pulled me tighter to her cunt and ass. I felt my cock reaching the point of no return, flipped the switch, and started cumming. Spurt after spurt, I pumped into her pussy. I pushed forward, burying my cock, wedged between her lips so deep, you could not see where my cock started and her cunt ended. We were joined.




Homecoming Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Poolside Sex

I woke up, with a yawn, and stretched out my arms, from my fit, sport-loving body. The heavy drapes kept out most of the sunlight, allowing me to sleep longer than usual. It was my holidays anyway, and there was no need to get up at sunrise. I sighed as I let my head roll over and noticed that Ashley had left, leaving me a note on the pillow.

'Thank you Amanda, I enjoyed myself a lot yesterday, maybe we could meet up again? 

Here is my cell phone so you can give me a call! See you later cutie.'

God I miss her already. I then looked at the red display of the clock radio, "10:23 AM, damn it, so late?" I complained to myself. I sighed again and sat up, driving out of her body the last of her sleepiness. In spite of the dim light, she recognized the furniture of her beach-house bedroom. I got to my feet and walked over to the window. Drawing the drapes slightly apart, I looked out and rejoiced. The sky was a cloudless deep blue, I opened my ranch slider up on the second floor of my parents' house, and a warm breeze blowing from inland stroked my smiling face. It was the perfect weather to enhance my golden tan. In the afternoon, it would be promenade time... 

Time for a shower, I decided. I quickly put on a white T- shirt and some panties, and then ambled into the bathroom. I smiled at my own reflection in the bathroom mirror, brushing my long hair away from my face. I turned the shower on, then took off t-shirt, and slid the panties down to onto the tiled floor and hopped into the shower. My face welcomed the warm shower. My right hand clasped the soap and worked it over my body and my firm athlete's breasts. Finishing up my shower and grabbed a big towel, I dried my body wrapping it around me; I then walked to my bedroom.

"Morning Mum," I said and as I reached around Mum to hug her, the towel fell down to the floor, and Mum saw my naked body.

"Oh my goodness, Mandy, my have you grown up! You're really getting a great figure honey," she said by the name she called me for years.

"Thanks Mum," I said as we hugged. We let go of each other, and I scrambled for the towel to cover my body. 

"What are you up today sweetheart?" Mum asked me,

"Nothing much, might work on my tan," I said.

"Well have fun, I'm off to do some shopping," she said. 

"Ok, I love you Mum!" I said as I walked to my room.

"I love you too Babe" she said and she was gone.

I entered my room, closing the door behind me. I finished drying myself, before putting on my favourite string bikini. I looked down to where the pool was and saw that Dad was outside cleaning the pool. I picked up a fresh towel and strolled outside. I sat down, and then laid down in the deck chair. After a while, I noticed that Dad was sneaking glances at me, when he thought I wasn't looking, but it wasn't hard to notice the hard on I was giving him. 

I had shaved my pussy clean since I started to grow hair between my legs so my bikini lines didn't show and the skimpy strip of string-cloth between my legs concealed very little. I knew he could see the outline of my hairless little cunt and it aroused me immensely to show it off to him. I lay in the most subtly seductive poses I could think of, as he chatted to me as he vacuumed the bottom.

Playing it to the hilt, I let my legs fall open a little more than usual as I talked to him, running my hands sensually up and down my thighs every time he looked at me and pulling down my bikini tops to just above my nipples. Then, after he'd got a good, long look at my tits, I rolled over to show him my ass. 

Under the pretext of getting comfortable, I spread my legs slightly and lifted my hips a bit, knowing that my plump little mound showed clearly through the fabric covering my crotch, and my firm, creamy buns, would frame my young cunt slit nicely. Daddy was panting like a schoolboy by that stage, so I decided to really give him something to look at. 

"Do you mind if I take off my top, Daddy?" I asked innocently. "I don't want to get any tan lines this summer." 

"Umm... sure, honey, you don't need my permission, have seen them not so long ago!" he stammered, pretending not to be too interested, but I could see him swallow and lick his lips nervously. When I removed my bikini-top and released my pert young tits. I even lay back and arched my back slightly so he could get a better look. He was trying not to stare, but my perfect little breasts were like a magnet to him. I was getting excited just knowing my big, handsome Daddy couldn't keep his eyes off my tits. I smiled sweetly. 

"Do you think they need more sun, Daddy?" I asked, trying to keep my voice sounding casual and innocent. 

"Huh?" he muttered, tearing his gaze from my chest with an effort. 

"My boobs, silly!" I said with a grin, "Do you think I should tan them some more?" 

"Err... no... I mean yes... I guess so." He stammered

One look at my bare tits, and my father was an emotional wreck. I loved teasing him! I knew my hunk of a father was getting turned on and it aroused me something fierce. I felt my hot little pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and saw that the bulge in Daddy's pants was getting bigger and bigger. He must have started getting embarrassed, because he suddenly made some lame excuse about having to go back inside the house and turned to leave. I had to act fast or the moment would be lost. 

"Daddy!" I said,

"Yes, sweetheart?" he replied,

"If I rolled over, would you please rub some lotion into my back?" I asked him

my dad stopped in his tracks and turned around. I gave him my best daddy's-little-girl-needs-her-daddy look, and parted my legs just a little bit more. He hesitated for a second, then took a deep, shaky breath and came over to me. 

"Sure, sweetie, If you want me to," said Daddy, trying to sound disinterested. But the bulge in his pants that he'd been trying to hide was even bigger now. I sat up a little so Daddy could sit down next to me and made sure that my naked breast brushed against his arm as I handed him the tanning lotion. I could see his eyes grow big, and knew that big old cock of his was doing the same. My pussy was leaking like crazy and began to ache with that old familiar feeling. I needed his cock real bad again! 

Daddy lubricated his hands with my suntan lotion and began to massage it into my upper back. I could hear his breathing pattern become heavy and erratic, and knew he was feeling like me, extremely horny. We were both in need of a good, hot fuck, so why not keep it in the family? 

He rubbed the lotion into my shoulders and down my back, but stopped short when he got to my waist. 

"Mmmmmm put some on my bottom, Daddy. It's really dry, and it needs to be worked in. Do you mind?" I asked him in a cheeky voice.

"Not if you don't, sweetheart," he muttered, "Lift your butt a little." 

I got on my hands and knees and raised my ass, watching the look on his face over my shoulder. Daddy was just staring at my mesh-covered pussy. This close I was sure he could see the moisture leaking from my cunt slit. I wiggled my ass at him in fake annoyance. 

"Come on Daddy!" I smiled. "Don't be shy... do it!" 

"Huh?" His face was red and his hands were trembling. 

"Rub the lotion into my bottom before I burn!" I grinned, knowing exactly what he was thinking when I asked him to `do it'. 

He licked his lips again and reached out, massaging the oily lotion into my upraised buns. I loved the feel of his big, masculine hands on my ass, rubbing and stroking my taut young flesh until it tingled. My pussy was tingling too... for a different reason. I wanted Daddy to rub me there too, but I had to move slowly in case I scared him off. Although, the way he was rubbing the lotion into my ass cheeks was more like fondling than massaging now. His fingers even slid a little way under my bikini bottoms. I had to suppress a gasp of pleasure as his hands slid between my legs, but he was only rubbing lotion into my inner thighs. God, it was frustrating! 

"Mmmm! Ooooh Daddy, That feels so good! Up a bit!" I moaned sexily, hoping he's get the message. 

But his hands remained tantalizingly away from my pussy, as if he was scared of touching it... which when you think about it, I guess he was. No doubt the fear of being caught molesting his daughter was still buried deep in the back of his mind. 

So, the next time his fingers went close to my pussy, I pushed my ass slightly back at him. Sure enough, his fingers brushed over my mound, and I couldn't suppress a soft moan. I did it again and Daddy's fingers stayed there longer that time, lingering for one delicious moment on my hot, wet mound before moving guiltily off to continue massaging my thighs. After a couple more times, Daddy's hand was staying on my cunt for a lot longer and I could feel his fingers actually pressing into my cunt slit. I spread my legs wider and moaned sensuously... it was now or never! 

"Uuuummmmmm! Please touch me, Daddy!" I begged, "Put you hand on my pussy and rub me there. It feels sooooo nice!" 

"Jesus, baby! We can't! If anyone ever finds out... especially your mother....," he said in an excited voice.

"I want you to, Daddy!" I interrupted, pressing my ass back against his hand. "I want you to fuck me!" 

There, I'd finally said it. Now it was up to him, but just to convince him even further, I reached back and grabbed for the huge lump in his pants. 

"Ohhhh, God!" moaned Daddy, as my fingers wrapped around his hardened cock-shaft. 

"I want to fuck you again, that's what!" grinned Daddy staring hungrily at my upraised little ass and cunt. 

His inhibitions dissolved in a second as I rubbed his erection through his pants. Whatever fears or guilt had been holding him back before were suddenly washed away by his lust for my hard young body. I moaned with a mixture of ecstasy and triumph as I felt Daddy's big hand cover my little pussy-mound and squeeze it forcefully. My pussy lips pressed together and hot pussy-juice leaked out into his palm as I ground my ass down onto his hand in a frenzy of lust. 

"Uuuhh, baby, you're so wet!" he gasped, and he seemed a bit surprised that his sweet little girl could get so aroused. 

"You made me wet, Daddy," I smiled, looking back at him over my shoulder. "My pussy is hot and wet for you! Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?" 

"Ooohhh, sweetheart, yesss!", he hissed, ripping off my bikini bottoms with a wild flourish. He quickly stripped off his shorts and boxers, exposing his manhood.

I was in the perfect position for him to take me from behind, a fact that was not lost on my horny dad. He grabbed me by the hips and slid his straining prick straight into my cunt from the rear. We both moaned loudly at the deep penetration, but I had little time to catch my breath. Daddy was so horny; he began pumping his cock into my tight, hairless little pussy like a piston. He must have been exceptionally aroused, because he fucked me like a wild man. My ass shook and my tits jiggled almost painfully as Daddy ploughed into me with jackhammer strokes. 

His big cock was stretching my poor little fuck hole, and his huge balls slapped against my clit, pushing me quickly towards a powerful orgasm. Another couple of strokes of my Daddy's thick cock and I was cumming like crazy. I pushed my cunt back at his cock and arched my back, squealing and whimpering so loud it was a wonder the whole neighbourhood didn't hear me. 

Daddy kept slamming into me, fucking me through my orgasm as his own climax began to build rapidly. I heard him snort and felt his cock swell even bigger as he came with a shudder, filling my cunt with his incestuous seed. 

"Ooohhh! Ohhhh, shit! You gorgeous little fuck!", groaned Daddy, as he emptied his balls into my still-convulsing twat. 

We slumped forward with Daddy on top of me, his twitching prick still buried deeply in my hairless, cum-drenched little fuck hole. I was squashed beneath his big, muscular body, but I didn't care.... my wonderful, handsome Daddy had fucked my cunt and made me come like I'd never, EVER come before. I was hooked!

I was about to roll over and let Daddy fuck me again, when we heard Mum's car in the driveway. 

"Shit!" bellowed Dad, pulling his semi-hard cock out of my pussy and shoving it back into his pants. "Get your clothes back on quick, sweetheart! Your mother's home!" 

I scrambled into my bikini and lay back on the pool chair just in time, as Mum came looking for us. Dad was standing by the edge of the pool fishing out leaves and I was lying back lazily on the chair with my towel around my waist by the time Mum arrived. We both waved to her nonchalantly but underneath our hearts were pumping madly. To any casual observer, it looked like the perfect backyard family scene, but Mum would have shit in her pants if she knew that only minutes before, Dad has his long, hard cock rammed up his twenty-year-old cunt and we were fucking like rabbits! 

Mum waved back, Dad gave me a conspiratorial wink and suggested we all go inside for dinner. Mum went in first and Dad and I followed. I knew after what happened he would be watching my butt so I gave it a seductive little wiggle and was rewarded with an intimate little squeeze of my ass as Daddy silently let me know how much he appreciated our first fuck. I was determined not to let it be our last!



Homecoming Ch. 04



Sorry for the delay in getting this out. Life got in the way. I suffered from writer's block; and, I wanted to wait until I had written a lot of chapters ahead of time before submitting chapter 4. As always, I want to thank Techsan for all of the invaluable editing assistance. For all of you looking for steamy carnal lovin', sorry this one isn't going to fit the bill. There is some additional character development (it'll pay off...I hope). I have been toying with the idea for categorizing this as a romance story rather than interracial. Enough with the jabbering, just please leave your comments. I really appreciate your input. 

Chapter 4

"Lula...Daniel? What in God's name is all that racket? You two fighting again?" the irritation evident in the elder Corning's voice.

The floorboards beneath her bare feet creaked in protest with each step she took towards her daughter's bedroom. By the sound of it, she was only three doors away from Lu's bedroom and would be upon them in a matter of seconds. 

Reality, with its icy sobriety, had returned.

The pair stared at each other dumbly, wasting a few precious seconds before Daniel was on the move. Their advantage was that they'd grown up together. They'd gotten in and out of sticky situations together. When trouble with the parents loomed on the horizon, Danny and Lu were as one — united against a common enemy. 

Grateful that he'd not had the opportunity to shed his own clothing even as his aching manhood seemed to be screaming at him with throbbing tenacity, Daniel reached over and pulled Lu's nightshirt back down. Lu intuitively followed his lead and began smoothing the wrinkles out of her shirt and finger-combing the mussed gnarls in her hair. Adjusting themselves to look as normal as possible was going to be hard given the events that had just taken place between them only minutes before.

"Lula? Answer me, girl!" the annoyance rising in Mamma Corning's voice as she approached Lu's door.

"Lula? Daniel?..."

The door knob turned

"...child, don't make me come in there..."

Hinges squeaked, loudly protesting the arrival of the unwelcome visitor

"...I could hear you two fighting..."

The door cracked open a few more inches.

"...all the way downstairs in my room..."

The gap widened.

"...you woke me up out of a dead sleep..."

The door swung open, revealing a disheveled and weary black woman, her face a roadmap of anger.

"...and I swore if I had to come up here, heads were going to roll," Lu's mother finished as she stormed into her daughter's room pulling in angry thunderclouds behind her.

"Now just what in God's name has possessed you two to take to fighting and hollering at each other in the middle of the doggone night?" Caroline demanded as she crossed her arms across her ample chest and pinned the two culprits with the dourest of stares.

Daniel silently blessed whatever gods had been watching over them when he realized that, with all of Lu's prized possessions strewn about the room and the bed's unkempt appearance, it did indeed look like they had been fighting. As an added bonus, both Lu and Daniel's somewhat rumpled appearance played in their favor insofar as any unknowing stranger would have credited their looks to a jostling of a much more unfriendly nature.

Any vestiges of residual arousal on Daniel's part were quickly dissipating as he sat at the edge of Lu's bed with his back purposely to the door. Lu could see the mixture of fear and relief in his eyes. Her mother was none the wiser about the erotic play whose second act had been cancelled even before the curtain had dropped on the first act. 

"I'm sorry, Mamma," Daniel started, his eyes pleading with Lu to simply keep her mouth shut and play along, "I came in here to resolve things with Lu, and I guess we kinda got outta hand."

"I said some things...then Lu said some things and it was war all over again," he continued.

"And just what in the hell is THIS?" Mamma bellowed, pointing her finger at the discarded food set carefully on the floor and long-since forgotten in lieu of satisfying a very different hunger.

"I thought I told you no dinner until you learned how to behave," the woman shot back at her daughter as her eyes burned holes into the back of Lu's skull like a laser beam.

Quick on his feet and anxious not to bring down anymore trouble on Lu, Daniel tempted fate by interrupting the volcanic eruption, "Uh...Mamma...I brought that food to her. I just thought that..."

"Yeah, the asshole just thought that if he bribed me with some food all would be right with the world and the snitching rat-bastard could sleep like a baby tonight. Isn't that right, Danny boy?" Lu walked right into the conversation dripping with false bravado and venomous sarcasm; verbal sparring was her forte. 

Damn, the girl could turn on a dime. Daniel marveled at Lu's talents; acting came naturally to her. So naturally in fact that he had an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach that not all of this was acting. Given Lu's familiarity with obscenities, he also had the distinct impression that all hadn't been well between the two women in quite sometime, necessitating Lu's practiced skills in art of deception and fast-talking. 

When had this girl become such a hellion?

Mamma Corning eyed her daughter with exasperation. These fits of rebellion and vulgarity were becoming too familiar in this household. If Lu wasn't sneaking off to get drunk or find some other devilment, she was mouthing off or lying about sneaking off to get drunk or finding devilment. The fact that Lu was so cunning and intelligent exacerbated the problem and worried the woman even more. She'd hoped that Daniel's return would prove a calming influence. Instead, Lu had simply taken to acting out even more. 

The mere thought of the abyss into which her daughter was hurling herself suddenly made Caroline feel old and sad. The abrupt change in mood was not lost on the two younger members of the house who were suddenly thrown into an uncomfortable silence woven thick with regret. Their actions had brought Mamma to this display of despair; and, if she'd known what they were really doing before she'd interrupted them, Daniel couldn't even imagine the magnitude of pain they would have visited upon the woman.

"Mamma, I'm sorry we woke you...honest." Lu was the first to break the silence, her tone now softer and more sympathetic at the sight of her mother's eyes glistening with tears that threatened to spill over and wash all three of them in waters of shame and embarrassment. 

They'd, or more to the point, she'd made her mother cry.

Although he'd known how this night was going to end after Mamma's untimely interruption, Daniel's heart sank when Lu wordlessly motioned him to leave with her eyes. These two needed to talk and he had suddenly become a carbuncle on the ass of ahorseman.

"Mamma...really...I'm sorry for what I said this afternoon," Lu pleaded anew, desperate to do anything to take away the pain that had cast a pall over her mother's face.

"Ahem...I'll just be going back to my room then and leave you two alone...to talk," Daniel interrupted dryly as he stood and started towards the door. He was too ashamed to look either woman in the eyes.

Pitifully, he shuffled his tall frame out of the room, leaving the two women in a smothering, miserable silence. Even as he pulled the door shut behind him, he couldn't help damning himself a gutless coward for leaving both Lu and Mamma in such a state. His guilt only deepened when he realized that a part of him was actually relieved to be retreating to his own room and away from the awkward confrontation. He was certain that the conversation that was taking place between the younger and elder Corning was going to be monumentally unpleasant...and he'd been the cause.

It'd been his need to deny his feelings for Lu that had made him rat her out to her mother in the first place. His inability to control those feelings had led to his making the first move...and the second ...and the third move on Lula. He'd forced the earlier confrontation between them. He'd lied to himself and to her about the reason for his coming to her room. He'd lost control and seduced her. And now, she would be the one to pay the price for his weakness. 

For the second time this evening, Daniel was banishing himself to his room with a guilt-ridden heart. An eerie sense of déjà vu overtook him as he entered his room.

"What the hell am I doing?" Daniel mentally admonished as he closed the door behind him and threw himself on his bed.

"I'm not home for more than a week and I'm chasing after my surrogate sister and pissing off Mamma...that is, when I'm not breaking her heart." 

The young man turned over on his back and stared numbly at the ceiling, resting his arms behind his head. He sighed heavily as he contemplated the fate he'd have to endure in order to keep the peace.

"What happened tonight simply can't happen again. Not ever. Not in a million years," he swore to himself as if doing so somehow made it final and stayed the hand of fickle fate.

"I'll stay away from her. I'll tell her that what we did was wrong and we need to stay away from each other," he continued, thrashing his inner demon into submission.

"There are plenty of girls in this town...it's ridiculous to chase after this one like she's the last piece of ass on the planet," he chided as if crudely objectifying the unbridled act of insatiable passion that had taken place in Lu's bedroom would somehow serve to erase the incident entirely. 

Unfortunately, his body was having none of this nonsense. As if in protest of the parochial self-deprecation, his manhood began its own campaign of convincing him otherwise even as he scolded himself about the dangers of giving into his temptations. Helpless against his own need, Daniel shifted uncomfortably in his bed in an effort to distract himself from the allure of giving in to his body's wants. 

He pulled one hand from underneath his head and absent-mindedly ran his fingers down the length of the hard muscled flesh of his chest, finally coming to rest with his palm on his stomach. Feeling his stomach twitch beneath his fingers, he continued down the length of his abs until his hand came to rest on the hardening steel of his groin where he gently rubbed the fabric of his jeans in a vain attempt to ward off the inevitable.

"Christ, I can't even think her name without wanting to touch myself...no, without wanting her to touch me." The man groaned resolutely as he continued to fidget with himself, moving his free hand from his crotch, to the washboard of his stomach and then back to his crotch again. 

It was obvious that this evening's events had left him wanting both physically and emotionally. All the rationalization and chastising in the world wasn't going to make his raging hard-on go away.

A tortured Daniel conjured up the vision of Lu in ecstasy's ravenous clutches as he reached to pull down the zipper of his trousers in order to relieve the pressure-cooker simmering beneath. Reluctantly, he heaved another despondent sigh and once again pulled out his cock to begin the ritual that he'd enjoyed earlier that day — pulling, urging and teasing the need from his body. 

This was a poor substitute for the real thing just three doors down from his room. 

This was becoming an irritating habit for him; and he grimaced at the mental count of how many times he'd done this,, or thought about doing this, since he'd first watched Lu's private performance by the pond.

He hissed through clenched teeth at the annoyance of his unhappy circumstance. Less than thirty minutes ago, he'd kneeled at the shores of paradise and tasted its ambrosia. Now, he was forced to take care of his own desires; ironically, he had banished himself from the very paradise that he now conjured up in his mind for the purpose of self-pleasure.

Like this afternoon, Lu was his muse. Unlike this afternoon, the images tormenting his psyche were not of him giving her pleasure but of her body tormenting his. Stroking the demanding velvet-sheathed steel member, Daniel thought of Lu's soft, full lips torturing his chest with feathery kisses, her teeth capturing each nipple as she worked; her long, slender fingers tangling themselves in the dark coils of hair at his groin before taking hold of him. He moaned as the fantasy took effect.

He remembered the heat of her body as he'd captured her in his mouth, feasting on her musky honey — his cock stiffened still. He pictured her lowering her lean, supple form on top of him, her weight comfortably resting on the length of his body; pictured her nails digging into the sweaty flesh of his chest as she raised herself up to straddle him; pictured her soft pussy, dripping with her juices, sliding along the ridge of his cock creating exquisite agonizing friction; he imagined the sensation of her impaling herself on his throbbing column, her feminine muscles twitching, grabbing purchase of him with every inch he gave her. All of this played in his mind as his hand worked in rhythm with the imagined silken strokes of his muse's body. 

The cauldron in his gut boiled in anticipation of release. He moaned and welcomed the excruciating coils of pleasure that wrapped around his chest. His breathing quickened and his chest heaved as it fought to grab precious air for his aching lungs which were poised to liberate his stifled throat. Daniel pulled the pillow from beneath his head and buried his face in it to capture the primal growl escaping from his throat as his organ slavishly released its spendings with surprising enthusiasm.

He lay there for a moment, catching his breath and feeling the eagerness of his intentions recede. In the stillness of his afterglow, he cursed mightily under his breath at his failed self-control.

"Shit," he muttered in between thirsty gulps of air, "how in the fuck am I going to keep my hands off her when I can barely keep my hands to myself just thinking about her?"

Dejected, discouraged and still keenly unsatisfied, Daniel punched his pillow before falling back down on it again. He attempted to pull his cum-stained t-shirt off his body. The fabric, sticky and drenched from sweat, resisted his efforts and clung to his chiseled form. Finally, in a fit of anger fueled by sexual frustration, Daniel tore the protesting garment from his body and threw it on the floor. Satisfied with the punishment he'd doled out to the offending clothing, he flopped back down on the bed. 

This...

was not...

going to work.

While Daniel laid there contemplating the cards that cruel Mistress Fate had dealt, a confrontation of a different sort was unfolding three doors down from him.

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Lu sat at the edge of her bed, her feet dangling off the side; her body swallowed up in her white cotton night shirt. She was a little girl again facing her mother after getting caught breaking an heirloom vase. She felt small and miserable. Once again, she'd disappointed her mother.

In both her words and actions, Lu never seemed to live up to her mother's standards for her. Although the love for her child was evident in the affection she showered on her daughter, Caroline was as free with her criticisms as she was with her praise. But lately, Lula's fits of rage and acting out had become a never-ending source of sorrow to the elder Corning; Lu knew this but was helpless to change her attitude.

Watching Daniel go off to school and desert her; experiencing her white childhood friends grow up and realize that things were "different" between them; being the only colored girl who could recite Shakespeare and Langston Hughes, the later for whom she'd harbored a heart-breaking crush — all of these things made her an outsider. She bitterly resented her pariah status. 

She was grateful for everything her mothers had taught her; and she devoured the knowledge they bestowed on her with gusto. Her mother, a natural with figures, was the family bookkeeper and taught Lula everything she knew about the Carven household and business, which was no small feat. Emma Carven, a philosopher, linguist and historian gave her the gift of imagination. However, with knowledge came the curse of knowing false limitations.

Colored girls weren't supposed to be able to recite poetry in Latin, French, German and English. What good could it possibly do to fill a black girl's head with flights of fancy?

To make matters worse, she'd inherited her father's legacy — one she was proud to bear; one that had led to his untimely death. A descendant of the Lumbee Tribe of Cheraw Indians, Lu's father's bloodline was that of Henry Berry Lowry, the legendary Robin Hood of Robeson County. With that legacy came a certain defiant disposition that was clearly evident in Lula. It was this disposition that worried Lu's mother. Caroline was petrified of losing Lu like she'd lost her husband. 

So it had all come to a head this hot June evening in Lula's bedroom. 

"It all ends here — tonight, Lula baby," Mamma started, startling Lu out of her thoughts. Lu had known this confrontation would come sooner than later. She'd pushed it towards its evitable reckoning if truth be told. She'd purposely acted out because she'd thought there was no other way to rebel against the injustice of her captive mind. 

She wanted to fly, to sing, to love. Her wings were clipped. Her voice was hushed. The object of her desire was forbidden. 

"Lula, sweetheart are you listening to me...baby?" Caroline waved a hand in front of her child's face, the girl seemed not to want to pay attention — lost in some other world.

"I'm sorry, Mamma...I..." Lu was interrupted by her mother's sorrowful voice, cracking with emotion.

"Lu, baby...I don't know what's gotten into you lately. You've always been a good girl, high spirited, but always a good heart. I'd just as soon lose my right arm or my eyes before I lost you...but I am losing you, aren't I?" Caroline finally broke down, the anxiety stretching the thinness in her tone.

"I'm losing you because I'm holding you too tight. I've lost your father and you're the only piece of him I have left." A tear slid down the older woman's smooth cocoa cheek, but she ignored it as she continued to trek through her rehearsed speech.

"Lu, baby...you've always been so special to me...so dear. You kept me going when I thought that God had given up on me. But no child should bear the burden of her parent's insecurities and fears. Lu, honey...its time for you to go."

Lu's jaw dropped in shock. Her mother was actually kicking her out of the house for being unruly? This couldn't possibly be what it sounded like.

Caroline sniffed back another tear before she continued, "Lu, I've been talking to Mother Carven, and she agrees. It's time we sent you off to school...to college. You have to get away from here and spread your wings, baby."

Shaking her head in disbelief, Lu tried to comprehend this new proposal. Her mother was actually sending her away to school after years of fighting with both women over her desire to stay close to the only family she'd ever known. 

The girl was torn. Would spreading her wings mean that she'd suffer Icarus' fate? She'd always been afraid to fly too close to the sun lest she embrace the same watery fate as that way-ward son of Greek mythology. 

How could she leave this house — her home? How could she leave her mother and Emma? How could she leave the last connection she had to him? 

Quite simply, she couldn't, she wouldn't and they couldn't make her. She already knew everything she needed to know — much more than any college could teach her. Where would she go anyhow? What school in North Carolina would take a "mouthy" colored gal? And certainly Europe was out of the question in light of the troubles abroad.




Homecoming Ch. 04



As if telepathically hearing her daughter's protests, Caroline set a grim smile and replied, "Oh...you're going to go to school and you're going to like it. You are going to learn things that we couldn't teach you. Mother and I have decided to send you to Howard University.

"Mamma, I haven't even told you if I want to go...I..."

"Hush now, child," Caroline talked over her daughter in a tone more firm and resolute than she'd displayed earlier.

"Mother Carven happens to be a good acquaintance of Mr. Johnson, the president of the school. She's told him a lot about you and he's eager to meet with you and discuss plans for your future...and you will have a future," Mamma finished, regaining some of her own back.

"Any colored girl would be pleased to even be considered; and for you, this meeting is just a formality. The school wants you and they think you'd be a valuable addition to their alumni."

Lu stared at her mother as if the woman had sudden sprouted three heads. This simply couldn't be happening. She was being sent off to school against her wishes — without being consulted! She was being sent off because she was out of hand, and she drank...maybe too much, and she got into trouble...maybe too often, and she...

 Baby...look at me.

She'd let him touch her.

...I want you to watch me taste you...

She'd welcomed his embrace and would have given him more if given the chance.

...I want you to see how good you taste...

He'd sampled her with his mouth.

...how sweet...how much I...

Dear god, she wanted him.

"LU...are you listening to a word I just said?" Mamma interrupted Lu's thoughts.

Stunned, Lu blinked in an attempt to regain her composure. Could Mamma tell just by looking at her what she'd been thinking? Lu blushed at the thought.

"Uh...sorry, Mamma," Lu replied, eager to allow a sense of normalcy back into her voice even if her body had already begun to react involuntarily to recent memories created on the very bed on which the two women sat.

"It's late. I'm tired and I'm a little surprised at this announcement. When were you planning on telling me? When my bags were packed?" Lu countered, suddenly irritated that her life was taking shape without any consultation from her.

"Well, we were going to discuss it tonight at dinner and then you...well...things took a different turn." Caroline wanted to gloss over that unpleasantness as quickly as possible.

"Besides, I told you a week ago that we were going to Washington, D.C. after the Fourth of July party. This is the reason...to have this interview."

Christ! This was happening so fast. Lu hadn't suspected that her mothers had planned her entire life for the next four years for her, without one word to her. 

"And what if I said I didn't want to go?" Lu baited, already knowing the answer.

"Like I said," Caroline chuckled and patted her daughter's leg, "You'll go. You'll behave. And you'll impress Mr. Johnson, because that's what you do. You shine under pressure and you jump at the opportunity to learn — it is your nature. It always was."

"Besides," Lu's mother continued as she reached to brush a damp lock of hair clinging to her daughter's forehead, "We both know that this place is too small for you."

So it was resolved; by the end of the summer, Lu would be sent away — that was if the university would have her.



Homecoming Ch. 04



I reached over her, found her clit, and began rubbing it gently, building speed as I felt her orgasm approaching. With my cock still buried in her cunt, I made Lynn cum again. We lay together, relaxing, catching our breath. I reached up, and gently caressed her stomach, moved to her tits, and lovingly, caressed her. We rested, joined together. My cock continued deflating, but at the moment, was still as deep as he could be in her pussy. We spooned, pulled together by desire, locked together with lust.

"Rich, that was by far the best fuck I have ever had in my life" she sighed. "It is the biggest cock I have ever had!"

"I was just thinking the same thing" I retorted, nuzzling her backside, kissing her shoulders, pulling her close. "Rest for now" I told her.

"Can't" she replied. "We have been at this for nearly two hours. I need to get back home to fix dinner for the family" she continued. 

"We will need to talk" I told her. "And soon".

"I know, but not now. I need to shower quickly" Lynn stated. "Care to join me"?

"I'm there for you" I said. We showered, caressing each other as we soaped our bodies. We laughed, played, and promised we would get together again.

Lynn kissed me lightly, squeezed my hand, and strutted over to the door. Within minutes, she was gone. 

Unbeknown to me, the girls had returned earlier than expected, found Lynn and I in the kitchen, and made a beeline for the bedroom. They were watching from the sitting area of the bedroom just beyond the end of the bed, past a half wall. Their view was from the end of the bed, and looked directly into my ass when I was eating Lynn, and Lynn's pussy. When I drilled Lynn, they were able to see my cock pull out of her, and plunge back in, watching my balls slap her ass. 

"That was hot" exclaimed Sara. "You were a fucking horse, a sex machine for her" she continued. "I loved hearing her grunt and scream. I know what she was feeling! I am so fucking horny now! I need to cum" Sara stated. With that, she turned to Kim, and planted a deep, passionate kiss on her lips, pulled her down to my bed, and started humping her. Kim responded appropriately.

"Daddy" Kim said, "you are the best. Come here and join us".

What is a father to do? I crawled up between their legs, leaned down, and started licking Sara's ass. I pushed two fingers into Kim's cunt. 



Homecoming Ch. 05



The girls and I played again for several hours Saturday evening. We got up, ate dinner, and watched a movie on our wide screen. Around 10:00 p.m., Sara called Lynn to let her know she was on her way home. It was more of a formality, but good to let her mom know what he plan was. After she left, I was ready for a jump in the hot tub. 

Cool night, light snow now falling, I invited Kim to join me. It was nice to slow down, relax, and enjoy a dip in a relaxing hot tub. We undressed standing inside the house, grabbed a large towel, opened the door and quickly ran tip toed to the tub. We quickly got in. The cool air caused nipples to harden. The water came bubbling over our bodies as we slid into the tub. I took one of the built-in recliners, and had Kim lay on me. I held her close under the hot water streaming over our bodies. Warm, cozy, and tired, we relaxed. All to soon, our bodies turning to prunes, we retreated to the house. 

Time for bed. I tucked her in, gave her a good night kiss. “Daddy, you really care for Lynn don’t you” Kim asked? “I could see it in the way you made love to her” Kim stated.

“Lynn is a very special woman” I replied. “But she is married. I do not intend to do anything that would take her from Alice” I chuckled. “But, I would not resist discussing the possibilities either” I continued. “Only time will play that card! Now go to sleep daughter, before I have to get tough with you”. I rubbed her back for a minute, stood and exited the room. I turned out the light and closed the door on the way out.

During the night, I lay staring in the darkness. What would I do to get Lynn? Was I truly interested? Was she interested? What would she do if she knew Kim and I were both fucking her daughter? What would she do if she knew Sara wanted to fuck her? 

My mind was spinning, unable to shut down for the night. I finally drifted off to a restless sleep, playing the questions over and over in my mind. 

Sunday morning, I received an early call from Lynn. “Rich, you have been on my mind all night” she whispered. “Can I see you this morning” she queried?

“Absolutely, I will be here” I replied. “Stop by when you get time. I will leave the kitchen door unlocked for you”.

With that, she was gone. I hurried myself around picking up stray papers, straightening up the house. I got my coffee and sat down to watch Sunday morning on the tube. Kim, as with most teenagers, was still asleep, and probably would not wake to 10:00 a.m. or later.

It was not yet 8:30 a.m. when Lynn arrived. She let herself in, hung up her coat and kicked off her boots in the mud room, and entered the kitchen. I heard the door open, yelled I was in the family room, and waited for her to come in.

She came to me, plopped down on my lap in my recliner, wrapped her arms around me, and planted a soft kiss on my mouth. Nestling in against my body, she snuggled close to me, her hand caressing my chest. “Good morning” she said.

“Good morning yourself” I retorted. “Can I grab you a cup of coffee” I asked?

“Not just yet” she replied. “What are we going to do Rich” she asked, looking deep into my eyes searching for an answer. “I don’t think I slept an hour last night” she continued. “I kept feeling you making love to me, your cock buried deep in my pussy” she whispered. “And I can’t think of anything else. I want you again, now! Is something wrong with me” she asked?

“Nothing that I can think of” I replied. “I also thought of you during the night. You know I care for you deeply. Over the past 12-years, you have been the primary woman in my life. Not in a sexual way, but in support of Kim and myself. Where do you think this will go” I asked matter of factly? “You have been the fantasy of many masturbation sessions over the years though” I chuckled.

“Take me now Rich! Make me feel like a desired woman” she said.

“We have a lot more issues than just our crotches wanting to join” I told her. “God knows I want to make love to you again, but we need to talk here and now” I continued. “There are some things you need to know that might direct a relationship between us away from what you expect”.

“Try me” Lynn stated. “Nothing you can tell me will stop me from wanting you, loving you the way I do” she continued. I was not so sure, once she learned truth, that she could make such a forgiving statement.

I thought long and hard. The moment had arrived to try and explain my relationship with my daughter and her daughter. And now she was in the middle of it. “Lynn, for the past several weeks, the girls have made themselves playthings for my use” I blurted out. “Unplanned, accidental, but a sexual relationship has developed. The girls and I continue to have sex on an ongoing basis” I said flatly. “I have become their mentor, their teacher”. I waited for the hammer to drop.

“Our girls” she said with shock in her voice. “You are fucking our girls” she said with a great deal of emphasis placed on fucking. Then nothing, she just sat on my lap staring at me. 

I did not know what to do or say. Moments passed. No fury, no anger, no anything was not what I expected. “Originally, it started with play wrestling around, then progressed over a week. They planned entrapment of me, but I had the chance to deny the relationship. I thought it started with Sara, but it was Kim that took the initial step. Then both together seduced me. Lynn, I was as surprised as you but I take responsibility” I finished.

Lynn got off my lap, headed for the kitchen, put on her boots and coat. Just that quickly, she was gone. Nothing was said. I was totally lost. “Kim” I called.  “Wake up please! Call Sara to let her know that I told her mom that we were having a sexual relationship, and that she just left the house headed toward home” I said. Quickly, Kim got on the phone to let Sara know what had occurred this morning. “Tell her I did not say anything about her wanting her mom to join us in lovemaking” I continued.

Several hours passes. We heard nothing from either Lynn or Sara. About 1:00 p.m., Lynn’s car pulled into the drive. Both Sara and Lynn got out, and headed for the kitchen door. Kim and I headed for the kitchen, not knowing what to expect.

Upon entering, Sara grabbed Kim’s hand and headed them upstairs. Lynn entered, watched the girls head upstairs and headed for me. I was more than a little nervous, watching to see a pistol pulled out of her pocket, a knife unsheathed from under her coat. I knew something was going to happen to me. You pay for the sins of lust.

“I talked with Sara” Lynn started. “She told me how your relationship started with the girls. She said how they talked dirty with you, saw your hard-on in your sweats, displayed their pussies for your viewing, even playing with them directly in front of you. She told me you were part of a plan to seduce me, to allow me to join in sex with my own daughter, maybe you and Kim as well” she continued. “They watched us fuck yesterday” she half screamed at me.  And then she just stared at me.

“Lynn, let me explain” I replied. “I did not know they were back” I said before she interrupted.

“Nothing from you now” she retorted. I detected a degree of anger in her voice. “Upstairs now, I want to confront Kim and Sara as well as you” she said.

“Lynn, please” I said.

“Shut-up, move” she said.

I trudged slowly up the stairs, dreading the moment to come. I tapped on Kim’s door. No answer? I opened the door slightly. The girls were not there. Drawing a deep breath, I guessed that Sara had warned Kim, and they had escaped before the wrath of Lynn to come.

I heard a moan come from my room. I turned, headed toward my room, Lynn close in tow. I pushed the doors open to find Sara and Kim locked in an embrace on my bed. Sara’s hand was busy playing in Kim’s cunt, fingers deep pumping hard while her lips were sucking a nipple into her mouth. Sara was humping Kim’s leg, grinding her own cunt hard against her thigh. Kim, lost in bliss, had her head thrown back, eyes closed, telling Sara to “fuck her cunt hard”.

Lynn approached the bed, standing over the girls. She stood there, frozen, breathless. No movement, no words, nothing. I was expecting a outbreak of words, actions that may leave the girls hurt. I quickly moved forward to Lynn’s side. Watching the girls play, my cock chubbed quickly in my sweats. Lynn just watched. Her breathing was shallow.

“Girls” I said loudly. They turned to my voice, and saw Lynn and I standing over them. An eternity passed. Sara reached for her mom.

“Mom, I want you” she said. Her hand reached for Lynn’s tit through the sweater, grabbing a hand full, squeezing tightly, pulling her to her. Lynn sat on the edge of the bed without a word. Sara pushed her down, pulling her sweater up, exposing her bra. Unclasping the front of her bra, Sara leaned forward and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Her hand roughly squeezed the other tit, pulling hard on the nipple. I watched, Kim watched, both of us frozen in place. Sara climbed on her mom, straddling her leg so she could grind her pussy against her thigh, but could also grind her thigh into her mom’s pussy. This went on for moment or two.

Lynn, eyes shut, was enjoying her tits sucked by Sara. Movement began in her pussy, pushing up against Sara’s thigh. I pushed Sara off her mom, without withdrawing her liplock on her mom’s tit. I moved to remove Lynn’s shoes, socks, and pants. She assisted by raising her body, allowing me to pull the clothes off her ass. Her panties remained. I spread her legs, leaned forward to lick the wetness seeping through the material of her panties. 

“Oh baby” Lynn said. For the first time, Lynn reached to the back of Sara’s head, pulling her tighter to her tit. “Suck mommy’s tit honey” she continued. “Yes baby, that’s it. Suck it hard! Bite mommy’s nipple baby!” Moaning deeply, she pushed her cunt upward to meet my tongue as it played on the outside of her panties. I reached the edge of her panties, pulled the material away from her pussy, and stuck my tongue into her folds, licking hard. I pulled her pussy lip to the side, exposing her clit. I leaned to suck it into my mouth. Her body responded, flooding her opening with more juice. Lynn’s breathing began to get ragged.

Lynn reached to Kim. “Sit on my face Kim” Lynn instructed. “I want to taste your pussy”. Kim hesitated, looking at Sara. Sara grinned ear to ear. “Now” hissed Lynn.

Kim scrambled to Lynn’s face, her backside to Sara. Slowly, Kim lowered her pussy to Lynn’s face, grinding down as she felt Lynn’s tongue reach into her pussy. Leaning forward, she lowered her clit to Lynn’s mouth. Lynn sucked it in, grabbing her ass and pulling her tighter to her mouth.

I continued to suck Lynn’s pussy. I got up, removed Lynn’s panties. As I got up and removed Lynn’s panties, Sara moved down her moms body, leaving a trail of kisses down her body until she was staring at Lynn’s pussy. Suddenly, Sara moved quickly, lowering her face into Lynn’s pussy. Sara literally ground her face and chin into Lynn’s pussy. Lynn’s hips arched, her free hand reaching into Sara’s hair, and pulling her tight into her cunt. Each lady was now groaning deeply, savagely, wanting to cum. I stroked my cock, but it could not get much harder.

Sara reached to her own pussy. Fingers began to work hard on her own clit, flicking over its’ head hard and fast. Her fingers reached into her pussy, pumping hard and retreating to her clit. Faster she ran her fingers over her clit. I could see her body quickly responding to her touch. Lynn’s legs clamped together on Sara’s head. Her body arched high. Her hips started bucking rapidly. Lynn came hard. She continued to cum, pumping wetness from her cunt. 

Sara continued to suck her mom’s clit. Her fingers continued to stretch and pull on her own clit. Her orgasm was just seconds away now. Faster, harder she drove her fingers over her cunt, lighting fire to her clit. All other movement in her stopped, her fingers rapidly firing over her clit. Hips arching into her hands, she came hard. She bit down on her mom’s cunt, sucking the clit deep into her mouth. 

Kim continued to grind her cunt on Lynn’s mouth. Close, she prepared to cum. “Suck me Lynn, come on baby, suck it” she groaned. Tipping her hips, driving Lynn’s tongue into her cunt, she arched her body and came hard, flooding Lynn’s mouth with wetness. Lynn swallowed deep, and kept on licking the cunt on her face.

The ladies slowed their actions now. Each kept licking the cunt in their face. Each was ready for more. But with only one cock between the three of them, I knew I would be used shortly. Who first I thought.

Kim climbed off Lynn’s face and slid down to hug her tightly. Sara, fresh from her orgasm, moved up to hug her mom. Three naked ladies, intertwined, bodies pressed tight together, tits mashed flat, glowing in each other, having each cum, were laying in the afterglow, coming down from their highs. 

Sara, the first to regain her composure told her mom “Mom, watch this. I want to show you what I can do”. With that, she turned to me. “Dad, lie down on your back”. Only too happy to oblige, I did as requested. With my cock leaning over my leg, Sara grabbed my cock, licked the end and down the sides, leaving my cock sufficiently wet. Planting her lips directly on the end, she sucked hard on my slit, wanting to get any precum available. Then, looking directly in her mom’s eyes, she lowered her mouth to the head of my cock. Slowly, she opened her mouth wide, allowing the head of my cock to enter her mouth. Swirling her tongue, my body arched quickly, unexpectedly. Sara groaned, sucked in more of my cock. Retreating, she licked her lips, and started back down. Lynn and Kim watched intently. Sara continued to swallow more of my cock. Halfway, she slowed, pulled back up, and pushed forward again. More of my cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. Two more retreats, two more pushes downward, her nose hit my pubic hair. Groaning, I started fucking her face. She grabbed my balls, pulling them up as she drove hard down my cock. She sucked my cock like a demon in heat. My cock disappeared completely down her throat.

“Jesus Christ baby, where are you putting that” her mom laughed. Sara pulled off my cock. 

“Your turn mom” Sara said.

“A challenge huh” Lynn replied. “Let me see what I can do”. She approached me, licked the head, sucked the head into her mouth. Relaxing her jaw, she started down on my cock. Several tries up and down my shaft had gotten her about 7-inches down my cock. I put my hand on the back of her head. Holding her head tight, I pushed forward with my hips. Held tightly, she was unable to pull away. I forced my cock deeper down her throat. Within an inch, she pushed back hard on my hips, forcing me to withdraw my cock from her mouth. “I could not breathe” Lynn said, gasping for breath.

“Well baby girl, you can teach your mom a thing or two” Lynn chortled. “Kim, what can you do” asked Lynn.

“Watch this” said as she moved toward me. Down she went, tongue out, locked on a ball, sucked it in her mouth. Quickly, she licked up the shaft, popped the head in her mouth. Down the other side of my cock with her tongue, she moved up my torso to my nipples. Without hesitation, she straddled my body, grabbed my cock, and promptly jammed her pussy down hard on my cock. Wet, warm, tight, she raised her hips, slammed more of my cock up her cunt. Groaning wildly, “Fuck me Daddy. Stretch my cunt with that monster cock of yours”! And she started rapid movement up and down my shaft. 

I grabbed her tits, pulling the nipples taunt. “Yes baby, ride me” I moaned. She was bouncing like a woman possessed. I loved to see her cunt lips stretch to hold my cock in her pussy.

“Cheater” laughed both ladies. “You get it first”. Lynn moved to my face, and gently lowered her pussy to my waiting lips. Facing Kim, she leaned and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Kim pulled her face to hers, and kissed her gently, each exploring with their tongues. Lynn lowered her face back to Kim’s tits and began sucking again. 

I lapped hard, sucked Lynn’s clit into my mouth. She was flooding me with wetness, humping my face. I reached around her ass, and moistened a finger with her cunt juice, and drove it in her ass. Her moan was loud. Sara moved to watch me. She leaned to lick my finger buried in her mom’s ass. She planted kisses on her ass, my forehead, eyes, and back to her ass. She moved between the other two ladies, and took turns sucking a tit of each. Both ladies reached to her cunt, and began fingering her. She raised up on her knees, pulling both Kim and Lynn to a tit. Fingering her cunt, sucking a tit, the ladies were moving toward orgasm again, pulling me along very quickly. I buried my face in Lynn, deep, tongue forced full length into her cunt. Kim, bouncing on my cock, could feel my orgasm approaching, and doubled her efforts to fuck my cock off. She reached for her clit, fingering herself as my cock drove home, deep into her pussy.

I came first, exploding, arching my hips into Kim. I pulled Lynn down hard on my face, sucking with orgasmic intensity. I drove Lynn over, cumming hard on my tongue and face. Kim, fingering her clit, forced her own orgasm. I thought her cunt would eat my cock. It sucked hard on my tool, draining it of it white pearly liquids.

Sara, watching us all cum, assisted the ladies in making her cum by pulling her nipples. Kim and Lynn continued to pump her pussy with their fingers, raking over the exposed clit hard and fast. Sara’s breath held, hips arched, and she joined us in cumming. 

We became a pile of flesh, piling on me. Kim lowered her body down to mine, keeping my cock in her cunt. Lynn and Sara lay beside me, snuggled in close.

“Daddy, what a great fuck” Kim said finally breathing again. “God your cock is big”

Lynn, eyes closed, whispered softly “Girls, you do not know the half of it. Your dad here is the best you will probably ever have. I get him next” she laughed. “I will have you all know, I have not tasted a pussy since experimental days during college. What a treat!”

“Mom, take him in your ass” Sara said. “It is absolutely the best” she continued. “And, I get to eat your pussy while he fucks your ass” she said grinning. “I will make you cum again and again, Kim will help me”.

We lay anticipating more to come.

“Lynn, we still have to talk about Alice” I said. Both Kim and I started laughing, a private joke between family. “I mean Bill” I said between laughs.

“We will” Lynn replied, “but first, I want your cock”!

“Yes dear” I replied. “Suck me until it gets hard”. Down she went, pushed Kim off my cock, and gently took my cock in her hand, licked the head, and started sucking my deflating cock down her throat. The girls snuggled in close to me as we watched Lynn suck my cock.

This day was the new beginning of a relationship between the girls, Lynn, and myself. We expect to be together for a long time to come.



Homecoming Ch. 05



The day was boring; I was lying on my bed enjoying the sun. After a couple of days being at my parents' house my room was a mess. My clothes needed sorting, clean stuff put away and dirty laundry in the linen basket for the laundry. My bed needs making; my floor is covered with my dirty knickers and bras, stuff like that. 

I got up and went in to the bathroom. I started to run the water. Adjusting the water temperature, so that I would just be able to handle it. As I undressed, my nipples became very erect and goose bumps covered my whole body. I stepped into the hot water and it burned my toes. I slowly sank in the water up to my chin. I watched as the steam lifted from the water and began to relax as my chill subsided and warmth took over my body. 

I closed my eyes and began to dream wishing that Mum were there with me, touching me, trying to make me cum. I sat up to get my sponge and soap. I scrubbed from head to toe till my whole body was clean. My hand drifted down my smooth legs, and between them and felt for my pussy. Even in the water I could feel my own slick dampness. I kept my eyes closed and let my hand take care of my desire. I didn't want to touch my clit because it was too sensitive; I circled my fingers around it. 

My arousal became intense as my groin became very warm, and I felt my muscles tighten. I then quickly got out of the bath dried my body, got my satin nightgown off the hook from behind the door, and slipped it on, and walked into my bedroom. 

I closed my door, and began to light scented candles and placed them around my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, my wet blonde hair hung straight down, and my hands on my lap. I turned my stereo on and started playing my favourite CD. I turned the stereo down. I pulled the nightgown up over my head. I laid on my back, and began to rub my smooth, soft skin with my hands. And it wasn't long they were between my legs, rubbing my pussy. As my fingers slowly rubbed my pussy, it didn't take me long to become wet, with every rub. 

My breathing became heavier and heavier and I slightly bucked my hips up and down. I reached for my dildo from out of my bag; I shoved it into my mouth, pretending it was a cock. I then removed it form my mouth and place it to the entrance to my cunt, and slowly inserted it into my now very lubricated pussy.

I pumped the dildo in and out as far as possible; I opened my legs as far as possible, and continued fuck myself. I rubbed my medium sized breasts, and began to moan loudly. I grasped at my blanket laid out under me as I beginning to moan as my orgasm was building. I was lying on my bed with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation, and I didn't hear my bedroom door open and Mum walked in and she sat down the chair watching me.

Mum was standing at the doorway and didn't hear the door open. She was watching me masturbate, rubbing my pussy. My sensitive nipples were erect and aching with the need to be touched, I began to move my hips to increase the sensation as one of hands slides up from my pussy to my breasts, to tease and touch my nipples, as my other hand was busy with my dildo. I pulled out the dildo, and spread my lips with my first and third finger, and began to circle my clit with my middle finger. All the while I imaged Mum her with me, and she was, not realizing it.

I began to run my fingers from my clit to the opening of my vagina, increasing both the pace and the intensity, as I became more excited as I finger my hot, wet pussy with every downward stroke. Finally as my orgasm ripped through my body, my hips rocked my vagina spasms and my body shudders with the force of it. 

"Mind if I have a taste?" Mum said, startling me,

"Mum, how long have you been there?" I said, still jerking from the orgasm.

"Long enough, babe!"

"So, do I get to have a taste?" She said,

"Ok" I said.

She got up and came and positioned herself in front of me. Her touch was light and sensual. I opened my legs wider, and my lips parted in a sight of arousal. Mum's hand lingered a little longer, and then she began rubbing her fingers gently along my cunt slit. I looked down, watching my mother caress my hairless pussy. Then Mum's mouth was only inches away from my pussy. Instinctively, my hand moved and touched my Mum's head lightly. To her it was a silent invitation, and she leaned forward and kissed my pussy, then she began to lick and kiss her way up her daughter's naked body. I seemed to move on automatic. 

Mum stood up and quickly removed her clothes, wanting to feel her daughter's soft, naked flesh against her own. I lay back watching my mother undress, my legs still wide apart and my hot little pussy slit gleaming with wetness. I couldn't help the little gasp of pleasure, which escaped my lips when my mother's naked tits jiggled into view. They were so big, and creamy and firm looking with large pink nipples that now stood stiffly erect, a testament to her mother's arousal.

Trembling with excitement, I reached out and touched my mother's breasts. The soft flesh was so warm, and exciting. Mum's hands slid down and cupped my tiny ass, kneading it softly. My whole body trembled, as though I were going to have an all-over orgasm again. Mum trembled at my nervous excitement and she leaned down, taking one of my tiny young nipples between her lips. As she sucked on it, biting down delicately, I gasped and pressed my soft tit into Mum's face. Mum pulled on the other nipple with her fingers, and then gently sucked my conical little tit almost entirely into her mouth.

My Mum's breathing was shallow and ragged, and I could feel my cunt leaking warm cream down my thigh, to where they pressed against each other. I felt like she was on fire. I grabbed my mother's face and kissed her. It was nothing like the daughterly peck that I usually gave her. It was one of the most passionate kisses I ever given her. Mum returned it, with her hands exploring the lean, smooth texture of my slender adult body.

When our kiss broke, I burned with desire, a carnal lust that transcended gender and sexual taboos. I bent down and licked around Mum's nipple, then sucked hard on the erect bud. Mum cradled my head to her breast, and felt me sucking and licking her tit, suckling her just like she had done as a baby. But now it was different, my little sucking mouth sent shivers of lust to the core of Mums being.

My right hand slid between Mum's legs, stroking tentatively at first then more eagerly. My own pussy started to spasm, when my fingers discovered that Mum's cunt was soaking wet. My fingers slid back and forth through the hot, slippery cunt lips, then I sighed as my finger slid into my Mum's body. Mum gasped, rocking her hips forward against my exploring hand, trembling with excitement.

Mum crawled between her my legs and spread my pussy-lips with her thumbs. Then, before I could fully understood what was happening, Mum pressed her mouth over my gooey little cunt and began to nibble and suck. I threw back my pretty blonde head and moaned loudly. I couldn't believe it. Her own mother was sucking her pussy again!

The feel of a mouth and lips on my hotly aroused little cunt felt utterly fantastic, and that tongue... my mother's wonderful long tongue... swirling around inside me, probing and delving like a wiggly little cock. Mum began sucking my pussy like a puppy-dog; lapping her daughter's free-flowing juices and sliding her hands up and down my thighs. I gasped for breath, my stomach heaved in and out and my legs trembled. Mum sucked and licked, and I shuddered. A wave washed over me, starting in my cunt and spreading outward, returning to my twat as a flood of thick creamy juice to be greedily lapped up by my ravenous mother.

I lay back exhausted, my body weak and flushed. Mum then crawled up beside me and kissed my tits, then kissed me on the mouth. I tasted my own juices, not for the first time but certainly the most erotic. My mother's lips were slick and our tongues danced. Soon, Mum was gasping for breath, sucking off her daughter, had excited her so much that her own cunt demanded immediate attention. She took my hand and plunged three fingers into her horny gash, fucking them in and out as she kissed me passionately. I sensed Mums urgency, she very was highly aroused. Mum had given me, so much exquisite pleasure; I suddenly wanted to return the favour.

Instinctively, Fiona moved her head between Janet's thighs and tentatively tongued her mother's swollen pussy lips. Her tongue licked lightly over the glistening slit, finding her clit at the top, all swollen and hard. Janet's hips jerked, as Fiona continued to lick circles around it. Soon Fiona's chin was slick with the juices seeping from her mother's sex, and her little tongue was sliding all around. Fiona loved the feeling on her tongue, and her face. The smooth, warm, slippery wetness excited her, and the musky scent of my mother filled my nostrils.

"Put your fingers in me, baby," Mum said breathlessly.

I did. First one finger, then two, and then a third. Mum's hips bucked and I flicked my tongue over my mother's swollen clit. She felt the spasms around my fingers, the grasping, pulsing squeezes as my mother began to cum instantly. I shoved my fingers in deep, moving my hand back and forth until Mum moaned loudly and began shuddering. Her hips ground against my invading fingers, and my hand pushed my face tightly against her cunt. When I pulled my fingers out, they glistened with Mum's cream, a few whitish globs clinging to her fingers. I licked her fingers off, savouring it like a fine sauce. We lay on the bed for some time, hugging and kissing each other tenderly.



Homecoming Ch. 05



This chapter was edited to correct a date discrepancy/error that was driving me crazy -- no more, no less. Everything else in the story is exactly the same.

Thanks again Techsan for editing this piece. I hope my gratitude doesn't start to get boring. As always, all comments are welcome and appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NO STEAMY SEX. NONE. NADA. ZIP. IF THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR...SORRY. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

However, those of you interested in the dynamics of the two main characters, this chapter might be important to you. Hang in there...the steamy stuff is coming...I promise

Chapter 5

Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944

That hot June evening almost three years ago and its aftermath always left a bitter taste in Daniel's mouth whenever his thoughts would turn to her. He should have handled it differently. Maybe then he would have had the chance to tell her how much she meant to him — how much he loved her; how that one night in her arms, in her room, had changed him forever.

Instead, he'd taken the coward's way out. He'd denied his feelings for her and lied to himself, wasting precious moments with the one person whose memory was now keeping him alive. Now, he was fighting for her and she didn't even know it. 

Daniel shifted uncomfortably on the bed and bent down to loosen the tourniquet. He'd almost forgotten about that...almost. The throbbing in his leg began anew and in earnest now that he was no longer distracted, lost in thought. After he'd checked his leg and determined that the tourniquet was doing its job, he turned back to the window and the fireworks display the view provided him - courtesy of the Allied Forces and the Germans' resistance. 

Had he known that the average life-expectancy of some of his fellow officers landing on the beaches of Normandy was about 32 seconds, he would have realized that he'd already beaten the odds just by surviving this long. Gratefully, he had no idea of the horrific casualties that the Allies were suffering on that day. 

At this moment, his only thought was of surviving — one more second, one more minute, one more hour. The farm woman would come back for him. Of this he was certain. How could she not? The fates had been smiling on him this early morning -- but for how long? 

By all accounts he should have died when his aircraft transport had veered off course from the target in the inclement weather only to come under heavy fire. He should have died when the wind carried him away from the drop zone and right in the center of their target, Ste-Mere-Eglise, precisely at the same moment the townsfolk, supervised by German soldiers, were in the midst of battling a fire. 

With the town's alarm bells clanging, and the inhabitants yelling and bustling below in their futile attempts to save the burning house, Daniel couldn't have imagined a more dramatic entrance as he watched some of his comrades practically land in the Germans' laps. From his vantage point in the air, he could see that one unfortunate soldier's parachute had gotten caught on one of the spires of the town's church. The wretched soul hung there helplessly awaiting detection by the enemy, unable to free himself from his certain death-trap. Daniel's fate had been kinder.

Instead of being shot at like a fish in a barrel or landing directly in the chaotic conflagration below, he'd landed just outside the town...and shattered his leg. For precious seconds as he lay there awaiting inevitable detection and capture, he heard the screams of his fellow soldiers as they were cut down like clay pigeons on a skeet shooting range. The tragic farmers had rescued him from certain capture because fate had intervened.

Daniel was fated to become a farm woman's savior, not a martyr. At least that was what he hoped as he leaned his back against the ornate headboard of his impromptu hospital bed and turned his thoughts back to her, and everything he'd done wrong that following morning—after their encounter, after their near detection.

At the very least, he hoped he live long enough to erase some of his regret. He'd have to live long enough to make things right between them.

Plagued by thoughts of his own mortality and the countless reasons why he'd have to live, Daniel didn't notice the passage of time. He didn't notice that the throbbing in his leg had stopped, replaced by...nothing. He didn't even notice when his head dropped onto his chest and his eyes closed. 

He thought he'd just rest his eyes for a second. If he closed them tight and concentrated, he could conjure that lovely cinnamon face that he'd held in his hands that sweet June evening. If he closed his eyes, just for a second, he could remember how she tasted; how wonderful she smelled; how enraptured he'd been when she arched her back and allowed him to give her infinite pleasure.

If he could just close his eyes for a second, he would be with her again.

If he just closed his eyes for a second...

Just one second.

He closed his eyes and he was with her again.

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Raleigh, North Carolina— July 1, 1941

As always, morning came too soon for everyone in the Carven house, but it came much earlier for Daniel. Relieved Lu's mother hadn't stopped by to "speak" to him about his and Lu's "argument," Daniel still felt more than a little uncomfortable about the turn of events of the previous day and last evening. To make matters worse, he'd now resigned himself to the impossible task of avoiding Lu for the rest of the summer.

His plan — he believed — was a good one. He'd decided to wake up before the crack of dawn to make repairs to the smokehouse and barn and then head into town to order parts for the skeletal remains of the tractor. The tactic was designed to stay out and away from the house in order to avoid sitting at the breakfast table with the three women. At least this way he would put some additional time and the light of day between him and Lu and the turn of events from the night before.

The only problem with that strategy was that Lu had also decided to wake up with the tradesmen and make an early morning of catching up on chores that she'd neglected the day before. Spotting Daniel hauling planks of lumber in the direction of the smokehouse, Lu had decided that a dark, isolated building would be just the place to finish their "discussion" from last night. Besides, she needed a distraction from the conversation she'd had with her mother; and, the sight of Daniel's sweat-drenched body, his wet T-shirt already slick with perspiration and clinging to his body like a second skin, was simply too delectable to ignore. 

Using a steaming cup of coffee as an excuse to venture out to the smokehouse, she sauntered out the door and towards the small building. She struggled to keep the cup level and the hot liquid in its place, but her shaking hands protested mightily, resulting in a few minor splashes. She burned her hands with the steaming brew and cursed bitterly under her breath as she walked down the path towards the smokehouse.

"Damn, girl!" Lu muttered to herself as she approached the building, the sounds of hammering and grunts concealing her approach. "Keep it together...you're just going to walk up to him and offer him a cup of coffee — no big deal, you idiot."

As she rounded the corner to the back of the smokehouse where Daniel was working and weaving a colorful tapestry of obscenities himself, Lu nearly lost what little was left of her composure. Whatever they were feeding him at West Point should have been packaged, patented and sold to all the men in Raleigh. 

Lu had seen pictures of sculptures by masters who celebrated the male form — impossibly sculpted torsos, chests, legs and arms adorning smooth marble images of gods. Daniel could have served as their creator's muse. Somewhere between the time he'd disappeared behind the smokehouse and she'd had an opportunity to follow him, he'd shed his sweat-drenched t-shirt. 

The skin of his bare torso, now glistening with perspiration, looked like it had been painted on top of the muscles underneath. His sun-kissed back and arms exploded with power even when his body wasn't in motion. She'd caught him unawares with his back to her, leaning his head against the rotted slats of the smokehouse and muttering unintelligibly to himself. 

She couldn't be sure but Lu could've sworn that he was muttering obscenities as he inexplicably banged his forehead on the old wooden planks. He seemed frustrated beyond consolation; and, she wasn't sure she was supposed to see him in this state. Unfortunately, she couldn't tear her eyes away from him either. 

Her hands ached to stroke the sculpted muscles of his back. She wanted to run her fingers through his dampened tendrils of coal-black hair, now a mass of unruly curls from the errant attentions of Daniel's large hands absent-mindedly running through them. 

Thinking better of it, Lu made herself known by softly clearing her throat — she was desperate to find something witty and nonchalant to say in order to break the tension caused by her sudden invasion of what was obviously a private moment. The words didn't come fast enough. Startled, Daniel spun around on his heels to face a very meek and slightly embarrassed Lu holding a cup of coffee.

"I uh...I thought maybe you could use this since they probably made you give up cigarettes your first year at West Point," Lu fumbled — a weak attempt at levity and a reference to the previous night's activities.

Daniel studied her with annoyance, wondering just how much of that display she'd witnessed. He'd started working on removing the rotted slats in the back of the smokehouse, lost his concentration because of thoughts of her, and brought the claw-end of the hammer down on his fingers while trying to pry a particularly stubborn nail from its place. Although his finger had paid the price for his wandering mind, it was the realization that he was once again thinking of Lula that had brought the stream of curses and head-banging. 

"What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me like that, Lu? You could have gotten yourself smacked in the head with a flying board or this goddamn hammer," Daniel scowled, once again over-compensating for other emotions he was trying to suppress.

"Oh, stop being such a pain in the ass curmudgeon," Lu waived a dismissive hand at him — she was actually grateful that he'd shaken her out of her Adonis-worship with his harsh tone.

"It's not like you're building the fucking sisteen chapel or anything," she scoffed. 

"It's a freaking glorified outhouse for Christ's sake. Any average moron can fix the damn thing. Get it together, man. Here's a cup of coffee — or maybe you've already had too much of the stuff?" She withheld the steaming cup with mock suspicion before finally offering it up to him.

Daniel's eyes narrowed for a moment. He had suspicions of his own. Since when did little miss "get it your own damn self" fetch coffee without being asked? He reached out and took the offering from Lu's hand as if he half expected her fingers to turn into snakes.

"Thanks," he grumbled before taking a wary sip.

He had a sinking feeling that this cup of coffee was a ruse to either talk about last night or "talk" about last night in a more carnal sense. Either way, he wasn't prepared to let the "Mouth of Wake County" take the lead on this one — even if words needed to be said.

"Lu, look...about last night..." Daniel started before he was cut off with another dismissive waive of Lula's hand.

"Yeah...about last night...I wanted to talk to you about our little argument and how it was resolved," Lu emphasized both the words "argument" and "resolved" with pantomimed quotation marks.

"I don't care why you did it or what you were thinking, but I thought maybe I'd give you the opportunity to continue in that line of thought and see where it takes us," Lu finished, feeling very clever about the way she'd euphemized the situation.

"Yeah...okay...I see where this is going," Daniel conceded, running a nervous hand through his tortured locks.

"Lu, I have no earthly idea what the hell got into me last night," Daniel fumbled, as he inwardly groaned — his start didn't even sound half as convincing as Lu's sad attempt at frivolity regarding the subject.

"What I meant to say is...what happened between us was wrong. It is never going to happen again. We are never...never...going to mention it to each other or to anyone else. How's that for clarity of thought?" Daniel offered, mentally patting himself on the back for presumably dodging the unpleasant task of actually having to vocalize what had taken place between the two of them the following night.

"Oh...you think so, huh?" Lu responded as she crossed her arms across her chest and eyed him with a look that could melt metal.

No, he hadn't dodged any bullet. The battle was just getting underway.

"Okay...so let's say I pretend that you didn't come to my room last night with the lame excuse of bringing me my dinner after you were the cause of my punishment in the first place," Lu started, the hardness in her tone becoming more brittle with every word.

"Let's pretend further that you didn't grab me and kiss me in the middle of what was supposed to be me kicking your ass from here to hell and back. Let's pretend that all that shit never happened...m'kay?" the brittleness was taking on an icy sheen as she continued.

"Even if we pretend that none of that happened, just how in the hell are we going to pretend that you didn't put your head between my legs? Who in the fuck was that begging me to watch him? Where the hell do you get off acting like you are so above it all now? And don't say you didn't like it, because it looked to me like you enjoyed it just as much as I did." Lu couldn't believe she was having this conversation with Daniel of all people — but there it was.

"First of all, clean up your fucking mouth," Daniel warned through gritted teeth, oblivious of the hypocrisy of that statement.

"Second, just where in the holy hell did you think this would go? What else would you call what happened other than a monumental fuck up of all proportions? What in Christ's name did you think was going to happen afterwards? Did you think we were going to waltz downstairs and tell your mother and mine that we've decided to fuck each other's brains out? Do you really think that would play to the fans in the stands?" Daniel's voice was reaching near hysteria and Lu began to wonder if the scathing tone in his voice was for her benefit or his.

"Or maybe...just maybe...you thought that we could continue to simply hop into each other's bed every other night while our parents slept in the rooms downstairs...hmmm?" the last bit was delivered with a practiced superior sarcastic tone that often made Lula want to gouge Daniel's eyes out with grapefruit spoons whenever he used it on her.

"Funny how you didn't come up with all these questions before you fucked me with your mouth, you asshole," Lu spat back, her body visibly tensing.

Daniel blinked. He didn't remember Lu being so...caustic. But he had to admit that she was right. He'd started the whole damn thing and now he was taking his anger and frustrations out on her — practically blaming her for questioning the expectations of something so bizarre that even he was want to comprehend how it could have happened. Until, of course, he took a more thorough glance at the glorious goddess of fire standing before him. 

Oh, yeah...there was that. Unbeknownst to Lu, she'd become a siren practically overnight. 

Shit, there was that whole thing between them of which she was completely unaware until last night. Shockingly, she seemed to be taking it in stride, wanting to explore what came next. On the other side of the spectrum, Daniel had given into panic, deciding that denial and rejection was the more "mature" way to face the issue. Now he'd pissed off what had been a relatively calm goddess of fire and turned her into an instrument of destruction. What the hell had he been thinking?

Settling into her element — the world of uncomfortable confrontations—Lu circled Daniel like a hungry lioness to his wounded wildebeest. There was no doubt about it — he wasn't getting out of this unscathed. He braced himself for the bolt of lightning.

"Just so I'm perfectly clear on all this," Lu began, relishing the confrontation far more than any rational human should, "You...Oh, how should I put this more delicately? You fondled me with your mouth; begged me to watch; made me cum; reveled in the whole ordeal; were only stopped from continuing to do God only knows what because my mother walked in on us; and, you have the audacity to stand there and lecture moi about consequences? Mon Dieu!" Lu paused for dramatic effect, knowing that each word coming out of her mouth was dripping with venom thinly disguised as guileless inquiry.

Daniel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. Who in the hell thought it was a good idea to buy this demon a dictionary in two languages? He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that she'd leave no remains when she was done.

"Huh...what's that? You don't have an answer?" Lu continued with mocking incredulity.

"Ok...let's assume that everything I just said was correct — mainly because it is correct. But for argument's sake, let's just assume, shall we?" her voice had adopted a sugary sweet tone that Daniel definitely didn't like.

"Making that assumption, I just have one question for you. I'll try to make it a simple one because I know your horny addled brain isn't capable of much else. Just what in the name of all that is unholy makes you think that I'd let you get away with treating me like a light switch? You think you can turn me on and off with a snap of your fingers? You think you can treat me like shit, then seduce me and then revert back to an asshole whenever you fucking well feel like it?" she was rounding in for the kill. 

"Sorry, that was three questions but answering any one of them will do," Lu paused before stepping directly into Daniel's personal space, her finger stabbing him in his bare chest with the delivery of every other word.

"Let me answer the question for you, you miserable ass. Hell, NO! I am not going to let you get away with this," her rage impossibly gaining strength as she continued to seethe.

"No fucking way in hell am I going to let you treat me like some kind of pathetic homeless dog, begging for scraps of attention. That shit is through...through!" she emphasized the last word with a sweep of her hand.

"I don't give a frog's fat ass who you are or how many simpering girls you have killing themselves for your affection. You are a piece of shit and I'm glad you revealed this to me sooner rather than later. You are, in a word, a 'prick tease'." Lu's face stopped inches from his own at the accusation.

"And before you start trying to lecture me on semantics and the difference between men and women, shut it...I don't want to hear one more goddamn word come out of your cowardly, miserable mouth...and you are a coward." Daniel snapped his mouth shut at Lu's bull's eye shot.

"You honestly think I'm stupid enough not to realize that what happened last night was not exactly normal behavior for us? Did you think that the moment you left the room last night I was asking Mamma to pick out our fucking china patterns and send out wedding invitations? Christ, you must think I am an idiot!" her impeccable art of delivery was punctuated by a dramatic shake of her head.

"All I wanted was for us to work this out together. And here you are, acting like my goddamn father, lecturing me about the impropriety of your actions." She smiled humorlessly before continuing.




Homecoming Ch. 05



"Look, sweetheart, I didn't come to your room with chicken and ice tea — you came to mine. So don't get all "high and mighty" with me."

As if as an afterthought, Lu added the piece de resistance, "Oh...and thanks for the talk. You've helped me come to terms with your issues. You've cured me. I don't want you and your fucking magical tongue within three goddamn miles of me."

With those final words, Lu spun on her heels and marched back in the direction of the house. Unbeknownst to a thunderstruck Daniel, all of the bravado and fight had drained from her before she'd walked more than ten steps away from him. In its place was a black empty hole that she knew she'd never be able to fill. There was no turning back. She'd taken an awkward situation, poured kerosene on it and tossed in a lit cigarette. 

Less than ten seconds from delivering the last line of her diatribe, she'd regretted every word. She'd wanted to take it all back. She would have been happy to pretend like none of it had happened if it meant that she didn't have to avoid Daniel for the rest of her life. 

Now each room that they occupied would become a vacuum of unpleasantness. There'd be forced pleasantries and civility. There'd be uncomfortable bouts of silence at the table. But even more devastating, there would be a bottomless chasm between them that could never be negotiated. She'd shot off her mouth and nailed shut the coffin to any relationship they might have been able to salvage.

Unshed tears stung her eyes as she ran up the steps to the back porch and reached for the screen door to the kitchen. She'd not noticed the soft pounding of Daniel's footsteps behind her until his hand covered hers on the door latch.

"Lula, Jesus, Lu...I'm sorry. I don't want to fight. I just don't want things to change between us," Daniel's face was a mask of regret as he pulled Lu's trembling body to his own.

Lu succumbed to her angst and waves of despair wracked her body as she broke down sobbing.

"Lula, I know that all of this is my fault. I know I haven't been the best person to be around lately. I just have these feelings that we both know I shouldn't have...and, like a fucking idiot, I acted on them without any regard to the consequences or how it would affect you or our moms," Lu recognized the despair and confusion in his voice; she'd felt the same things just minutes ago.

With one arm, Daniel pulled a wretched Lu closer to him as he stroked and smoothed the curls in her hair with the other. He buried his head in the springy coppery coils and inhaled her scent. All was clear to him now. He was falling for her. He'd have to stop this. Some things weren't meant to be. He and Lu were one of those things.

The young man stopped holding Lu long enough to take her face in his hands and look into her red-rimmed whiskey eyes, searching for something intangible behind those bewitching orbs.

"Lu, you know in my own bone-headed way that I am right. You know that we can't do anything with the mess I made last night. I can't pretend it didn't happen and I can't treat you like a pariah. You've done nothing wrong, believe me," Daniel was frantic to fix this somehow.

"All I know is that this anger can't go on either. I miss you, Lu. I miss us. I've missed being your big brother ever since I was shipped off to school. You're right. I am a coward. I couldn't face hurting you so I pretended that your pain didn't matter — worse, I pretended your pain didn't exist."

"We can't finish what I started last night, but I can't go on with you hating me either. You tell me how I can make this better, and I'll do it...whatever you want...I trust you...I need you," his last words were delivered with a desperation that broke Lu's heart.

He was right. What happened between them last night needed to end before it even started. There was nowhere they could have gone with it in the first place. If he was offering to go back to their pseudo-psycho sibling relationship and all they had to do was lie to each other about something that should never have happened in the first place, she was game.

Daniel's forehead was resting against hers. Her hands were in his — his fingers interlaced in her own with an intimacy neither was willing to acknowledge. Despite the impossibility of the task before them, Lula was willing to try anything to get her "brother" back, even if it meant lying to herself and the world.

"Danny," Lu whispered her response, "I can't go through the rest of my life hating you or avoiding you. I wouldn't want to even if I could. You're one of three of the most important people in my life. How can I turn my back on that?"

Lu's eyes rose to meet his before she continued, "You're right. I want us to go back to the way things were...if you think that's possible. Yesterday never happened...and it'll never happen again."

Daniel swallowed hard. He'd asked for it. He'd begged for it. He'd even prayed for it. Now she was offering him the exit he'd wanted and all he could feel was sadness.



Homecoming Ch. 06



Lynn continued to suck my cock as I relaxed and hoped to regain my hardness quickly. Kim and Sara laid quietly beside me while we watched Lynn. Her efforts resulted in my cock inflating to its' normal size. With both hands wrapped around the base, she tried to match Sara's ability of taking my cock all the way down her throat, but was not able to accomplish it yet. We could hear her gag, but it did not dissuade her from trying again. She tried so hard, and gagged so often, she had tears in her eyes. It got to be funny really. Coming off me, she stated "I will get to where I can do this. My daughter will not be the only one."

Sara moved down my body, reaching to my cock, covering her mom's hand with hers. She leaned to my balls, sucking one gently into her mouth. She played as she watched her mom suck my cock. Her index finger found my ass, rimming my hole, teasing. My body arched slightly as she pressed gently on my asshole. "Don't do that baby" I told her. "I don't care for that." She returned to sucking my balls.

I scooted up in the bed. Kim slowly crawled down and slid underneath Lynn, pulling her pussy down on her mouth. I could see Lynn react to Kim's skillful tongue. I reached out, grabbed Kim's leg near the ankle, and swung her body next to mine. I could look at her body, long, muscular legs leading up to her flat mound, covered in silky hair. Her cunt was visible to me, I parted her legs gently, running my hand up her thigh until my fingertips grazed her libia. I danced my fingertips across her cunt lips, teasing them and parting the lips. Her clit was protruding visibly. I flicked my fingertips over them, causing her body to spasm. I continued my play. Her cunt moistened quickly from my play. I placed two fingers at the entrance of her hole. Teasingly, I rimmed her hole, and pushed them in gently, filling her. Wet, slippery, her cunt sucked my fingers deep in her body. She moaned deeply into Lynn's cunt, burying her face deeper between her folds. I started hammering her cunt, fast and hard.

"Bring your cunt to me Sara," I stated. Sara turned her body, positioned it to allow me access to her. She was laying on her side, knee propped up in the air, her cunt inviting me to play. Her hand reached for my cock, pumping it gently as her mom sucked me down her throat. I reached to Sara, my fingertips playing with her cunt as well. I slowly inserted two fingers in her as well. With symmetric strokes, I pumped my fingers in both girls equally, hard, fast. I watched as my fingers disappeared into their bodies. They arched to meet each thrust of my hand. I would pull back my fingers, rim their holes, and plunge deep again. Sara grunted loudly. Kim, face buried in Lynn's cunt, grunted as well.

I buried my fingers, and stopped movement. I could feel their cunts sucking on my fingers, muscles tightening, relaxing, tightening again. I reached my thumb to their ass, teasing the bud gently. I pushed my thumb forward, popping through the closed hole to my first knuckle. Kim arched high, Sara rolled to her back. I twirled my thumbs, retreated slightly, and pushed forward hard. My thumbs entered them quickly. Both girls tensed, and relaxed as I pulled my fingers and thumbs back slightly. I pushed forward hard again. I continued, gaining a rhythm that left the girls frantic to cum. Groaning, grunting, arching, the girls danced on my fingers and thumb. Bodies twisting, humping, I drove my fingers and thumb deep. 

With Lynn sucking on my cock, I got even harder!! Eyes open, she watched as I hammered the pussies and asses of the girls. Two hands wrapped around my cock, she pulled me deep into her mouth. She reached around me, grabbing my ass. With great force, she pulled herself down on my cock. Suddenly, her throat gave way, and she buried my cock entirely down her throat. Simultaneously, she started humping Kim's face hard, driving her pussy down on her. Groaning loudly, she ground her cunt on Kim's face, cumming hard! Her mouth sucked my cock hard, teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin of my cock. She started fucking my cock hard, pulling back off to the head, and driving down to its' base.

"Jesus fucking Christ," escaped my lips. I wanted to grab the back of her head and pull her even tighter down the length of my cock, but my hands were busy pounding the girls' cunts.

"Daddy, fuck me daddy," Sara started screaming. Lynn pulled off my cock to watch. Eyes open, turning to watch Lynn she continued, "Make me your whore daddy! Mom, see what Daddy is doing to your little girl," she hissed. I pounded harder. Lynn crawled off Kim's face. She reached to both girls mounds.

"Momma's going to make you girls cum," Lynn said. With that, she reached for each girl's clit. With a gleam in her eye, she started rubbing each clit with an intensity not yet seen from her. "Cum for me you little bitches," she said. "Cum for mommy!" With my fingers pounding deep inside their bodies, Lynn's fingers raised the level of excitement in their bodies. The girls were approaching orgasm. Breathing was labored, bodies arched. Both girls reached for Lynn, Kim rubbing her back, Sara grabbing a handful of tit. Lynn continued to masturbate the girls, spreading their lips wide, exposing the clit to the cool air. Rubbing them, hard and fast, she matched my strokes in rhythm.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Kim said loudly, quickly. She started cumming first. Within seconds, Sara's body arched as well, cumming hard on her moms' fingers. Lynn continued to stroke their clits as I slowed my assault on their cunts and asses. Both girls were soaking wet, bodies glistening, cunts ravaged. 

Kim spoke first "that was great Lynn" she breathed heavily. "Daddy, you royally fucked my pussy and ass," she continued. "Even now, I still feel you pounding me," she groaned, clamping her legs tight together. 

"I need you Lynn," I said, looking deep into her eyes. She crawled up my body, pushing me down on the bed. She kissed me hard. I reached out and hugged her tightly against my body, pressing her tits flat against my chest. She reached down between our bodies, grabbed my cock, and guided it to her pussy. She drove herself down on me hard. Half my cock disappeared with the first thrust. Pulling back, she drove down again. My cock completely disappeared in her cunt. She abruptly sat up, placed her hands on my chest, and began rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her cunt down on my cock. I opened my eyes, found her staring at me. 

"Hold on big boy. Time to bounce," she said. With long, solid strokes, she raised her pussy up my cock, hesitated, and drove down my shaft. She would hit bottom, grind, and raise up again to repeat the bouncing. Faster now, she was impaling herself on my cock. "Fuck me, god damn, fuck me," she said. And she bounced harder on me. I reached to her tits, grabbing one in each hand. I pinched the nipples hard. "Yes, baby, pull my nipples! That's it baby, oh shit, fuck me," she continued. She was flooding my cock with her juices. Her cunt squished with each stroke, slapping down on my hips. Her rhythm slowed. "Now my ass baby. Let's do it for the girls. I want Sara to make me cum with your cock buried deep in my ass," she said. I could have fucked a post, he needed to cum so bad. "Watch momma Sara! I am going to have Daddy fuck my ass," she told Sara.

Lynn pulled off me, turned around, and straddled my body. She reached for my cock. I grabbed the cheeks of her ass. They were smooth, firm globes. I could feel her guide my cock against her puckered hole. "Jesus Dad, you cock is big," she said. With that, she lowered her body down slightly. I felt the pressure, and the "pop" of the head penetrating her ass. Slick with her juices, she slid part way down my cock. "Sara," Lynn whispered, looking at her daughter. "You have ridden this cock in your ass?"

"Yup," was all that Sara replied. "Take your time, but bury all of it," she finished. "When it feels good, I am going to suck you cunt Mom."

Both Kim and Sara were now watching Lynn attempting to bury my cock in her ass. Lynn pulled up, reached to her cunt, gathered lubrication, and spread it on my cock. She drove her ass back down my cock. Groaning loudly, she buried more. Pulling up, she drove back down again. "Oh God," she groaned. She wiggled her ass on my cock, rotating more of it in her body. Not much was left to go. "This time Dad," she said as she drove down again. My cock disappeared in her ass, her ass tight against my body. Her eyes opened wide, mouth gaped, and she groaned deeply. "Oh fuck," was all she said. She began to grind her body on me. "Yes, yes, yes," she started. Leaning back on me, she exposed her cunt, legs spread beside me left her open.

"Eat me Sara," Lynn stated. Sara jumped to her cunt, tongue out she started licking the wide open pussy. "Yes baby girl, eat mommy," Lynn groaned. Sara attacked Lynn's cunt. She sucked the clit into her mouth, nipping at her clit with her teeth. Sucking it hard, holding it between her teeth, Sara flicked her tongue quickly over the sensitive bud. I started short, quick bounces by flexing the cheeks of my ass. The bounce made my cock move in and out of her ass a couple of inches with each bounce. Lynn held her breath, feeling the sensations of my cock buried in her ass, and her daughter licking her cunt. "Put fingers in my cunt baby," Lynn pleaded. I could feel Sara's fingers as they entered her cunt through the wall. She began rapid finger fucking her mom. Sara licked her mom, sucking her juices, flicking her tongue rapidly over the exposed clit. All our play was driving Lynn to an approaching orgasm.

Kim, not to be left out, kneeled beside our heads, stepped over us, opening her cunt to Lynn. Grabbing her by the hair with both hands, she pulled Lynn's face to her cunt. "Eat me mom," Kim stated, pulling her to her cunt. Lynn had no choice. With her cunt driving down on her mouth, Lynn started sucking Kim's clit. Just as quickly, Kim started humping Lynn's face, pulling her into her cunt by the hair. Lynn's hands reached around Kim's legs, pulling herself deeper into her folds. The passion displayed for eating Kim was intense. I hoped Kim would let Lynn breathe. She was humping so hard, I wondered if Lynn could feel Sara sucking her cunt or my cock buried in her ass.

I started bucking my hips harder. I needed to cum, and the situation was making me as excited as hell. "Sara, grab my balls honey, pull and stroke them for Daddy," I told her. I felt the softness of her hand as she grasp me balls gently, rolling them around in her hand. I pumped Lynn's ass hard. Sara's fingers stroked my cock from inside Lynn's cunt. Lynn's body tensed, she started convulsing with an intense orgasm. That was all it took. I started stroking Lynn's ass as hard as possible, feeling my nuts tighten. "I'm cumming," I shouted for all to hear. For the first spurts, I pumped her ass, and slowed to a stop as my spurts of cum slowed. I wanted Lynn to feel it in her ass. Several more spurts, and my cock subsided.

"Oh shit,' Lynn screamed into Kim's cunt as Sara brought her to one more orgasm. She ground her face deeper into Kim's cunt. Kim assisted, pulling her face deep. Arching her hips into Lynn's face, Kim's head tilted back, eyes clenched, she started cumming as well. She bucked against Lynn's face repeatedly. Kim collapsed off Lynn's face onto the bed, legs pinched tight together as her orgasm subsided. She reached to caress my arm gently.

Lynn turned her face to me. "Kiss me," she said. I could taste Kim on her lips as I tried to kiss her in our awkward position. I laughed genuinely. Lynn had to push Sara from her pussy. Sara was still attached to her clit. After three orgasms, Lynn's clit was too sensitive now for more tonguing at the moment. Sara was ready for more. My cock popped out of Lynn's ass. "Sara, you were right about being fucked in the ass by Dad. It was fantastic," Lynn continued. "Come here baby, lay beside me," she told Sara. "Your turn baby." Sara spooned to the front side with Lynn.

Lynn reached across her body and gently caressed Sara's tits. She pulled on Sara's nipples, stretching them, rolling the nipple between her fingers. She pinched them gently, but firmly. Each time, Sara's body responded, breath shortened, hips ground back against her mom. She could feel the need in Sara. Her hand slowly slid down her frame, reaching her hip and mound. Sara lifted her knee, allowing Lynn to lightly stroke the front of her slit, fingers touching the top of the bud. Sara's breath shortened. Moans escaped her lips as she enjoyed her moms' caresses. Lynn pulled away from Sara, raised to her knees, and positioned herself over Sara. "My turn to do you baby," Lynn said. With that, she leaned forward to Sara's cunt.

Gently, she spread Sara's lips apart. Her tongue flicked out from between her teeth, quickly finding its' target. She teased the bud, tongue rolling it around, pressuring it, and slapping it from side to side. Lynn leaned forward, sucking the clit between her teeth. She gently pulled back, stretching the clit, holding it between her teeth. She licked the clit hard with her tongue, driving it against the inside of her mouth. Faster, repeatedly, she assaulted the clit with her tongue. Sara started bucking under her mom's pussy eating. Lynn, her arms around under her legs, held her by the hips. She did not want to be bucked off her daughter's cunt. She wanted to drive her to an intense orgasm, like the one she had just received. Her cunt tingled, sending waves of feeling between her legs. She wanted to touch herself.

She reached to Sara's cunt, placing two fingers at the opening. Leaning back, she watched as she inserted the fingers into her dripping cunt. Sara gasped, feeling her mom bury the fingers into her cunt. "Oh mom," Sara breathed heavily. Lynn leaned forward, sucking her clit into her mouth again. Her fingers began to pump faster. Sara reached to Lynn, placing a hand on the back of her head, pulling her tight against her cunt. Lynn's tongue entered her hole, going as deep as she could. Lynn sucked her juices, and returned to her clit.

"Cum for mommy baby," Lynn told Sara. "I want you to fuck my face, cum for me," she continued. With a vengeance, she attacked Sara's cunt, both with her mouth and fingers. Sara was only too happy to oblige her mom. Lynn groaned as she lapped at Sara's cunt, driving her fingers deep. Lynn hesitated, placed all fingers and her thumb at her hole. Slowly, repeatedly, Lynn drove forward, felt resistance, retreated, and drove forward again. With a few strokes, her hand was fully lubricated, and her hand disappeared into her daughter's cunt. A frenzy began. Lynn started pumping her fist into her daughter's cunt. Hard, fast, and deep she drove her hand.

Within seconds, Sara grabbed Lynn's head with both hands, pulled her tight against her cunt, and started bucking hard. "Oh shit mom, fuck me. Fuck me hard!" she hissed. Sara bucked hard, hips grinding against Lynn's face, fist buried deep in her cunt. She came hard, flooding Lynn's hand with juices. "Fuck me mom, a little more," she screamed. Lynn hammered her cunt as she reached the peak of her orgasm, and slowly came down. Lynn slowed her licking, removed her hand from Sara's cunt. Crawling up her body, Lynn hesitated at her tits. Slowly, Lynn sucked a nipple into her mouth. She nipped the hard little rock between her teeth. Licking, sucking, she moved to the other tit. Kissing, sucking, teasing, she made the nipple stand ridged before her. Moving upward, Lynn laid down on Sara, tits mashed together. Lynn kissed Sara deeply. Sara held her mom tightly, kissing her back with a passionate tenderness. They rested, Sara's head nestled on Lynn's chest.

Kim and I had watched this scene, and were cuddled close. Kim spooned to my front side. As he chubbed, Kim had inserted my cock into her cunt. We slowly rocked back and forth, burying my cock as deep as it would go. I reached over her, and made her cum quietly as we watched Sara and Lynn. Too soon to cum again for me, I promised Kim that I got to fill her later. She moaned appreciatively. We rested with my cock buried in her cunt.

I arose, grabbed a comforter, and jumped back on the bed, pulling it up over all of us. Time to rest. Maybe later, I would get to suck Lynn's tits.

Over the next several weeks, our lives got more defined. Lynn, after several discussions with Bill, has left him. Lynn, with Sara have moved into our home. We are adjusting, becoming a family in the traditional sense of the word. In the bedroom, however, we are not the typical family.



Homecoming Ch. 06



This chapter was edited to correct a date discrepancy/error that was driving me crazy -- no more, no less. Everything else in the story is exactly the same.

Cheers again to Techsan and the wonderful editing job on this piece. I seem to be making the same editing mistakes over and over again. Hopefully, Techsan will train all of this out of me. Also, thank all of you who have read this story and made comments. It really helps me keep on track. Please continue to leave comments -- good and bad. Oh, and just in case you missed it, I changed the genre in midstream. This is still primarily about an interracial relationship but I think that boxes in the story too much so I changed it up to romance. Sorry for the confusion ahead of time.

Chapter 6

Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944

Ironically, a round fired by a German Panther tank a little over a mile away which barely missed the French cottage and pulverized its tiny barn had saved Daniel's life. The explosion literally shook the dying man awake just in time to discover that he was bleeding to death.

Somehow the tourniquet had loosened when he'd dozed off. He cursed himself for his foolishness as he tried to find something to staunch the flow of blood seeping from his now crimson bandaged leg. 

Goddamn it! All he'd had to do was stay awake and tend to the damn tourniquet. He'd been lulled into a false sense of security when he'd discovered that the hemorrhaging had eased up the last time he'd checked the bandages and loosened the tourniquet in order to let blood flow back into his leg and nourish the damaged tissue. One lapse in judgment would cost him his leg or his life. 

Reaching down to pull off the once pristine sheets from the antique bed, he silently apologized to the farmwoman for having to destroy such beautiful linens just because he could not follow simple instructions. But he had to do something to save his life, so the heirloom sheets would have to serve a different purpose.

Using his teeth to rip the delicate fabric into strips, he began re-wrapping his leg, covering the blood-soaked bandages with new ones. As he worked, he continued to apply pressure to his leg at the point where the tourniquet was placed. He then tightened the tourniquet once more and prayed that he'd be able to feel something in his leg once he loosed the apparatus in a few minutes.

After ten minutes had passed, Daniel gingerly checked the bandages to see if there was any fresh blood from the wound. Satisfied with the results, he painstakingly loosened the tourniquet preparing himself for the evitable gush of blood that was to come. When none came and he'd begun to feel that familiar dull throbbing in his leg again, he let out a soft sigh of relief. He hadn't noticed that he'd been holding his breath the entire time he was loosening the tourniquet. 

Daniel's streak of luck remained unbroken, and the young man vowed to occupy his time wisely in order to avoid another near tragedy. 

He turned back to the window and began counting the man-made shooting stars lighting up the early morning sky outside his window. He pretended that the lights emanating from these deadly missiles were fireworks — the very same pyrotechnical displays Caroline, Lu and his mother would probably be preparing for a little less than a month from now for the annual Fourth of July party.

He knew that they still celebrated that holiday with the biggest fete in Wake County—organized, hosted and executed at the Carven estates. His mother had assured him that they would continue the tradition every Fourth of July while he was gone, with a special grande finale just for him. His family would watch the fiery blossoms, think of him and send him their prayers and love.

When he got back home, he'd have to tell them about this night and how the fireworks display from a German Panther tank had saved his life.

More importantly, when he got back, he'd have to tell Lula that what had happened between him and Justine Farewell was a mistake—a horrible, misguided attempt to bring normalcy back to his life. He would never make that mistake again. He'd spend the rest of his life showing her how much she meant to him. He'd do everything in his power to make sure that he'd never break her heart again—she deserved that much.

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Raleigh, North Carolina— July 1, 1941

After Lula and Daniel's confrontation at the smokehouse earlier that morning, breakfast at the Carven house had been a sullen and disconcerting affair and Emma had a good idea as to the reason. Earlier that morning, she'd watched from her bedroom window as Lula followed her son out to the smokehouse. She'd heard angry shouting, mostly from Lula. She'd witnessed Lula marching back up to the house fueled by a mixture of anger and despair. Sighing heavily, she turned away from the window, shaking her head in frustration. 

After their fight last night, Caroline had promised Emma that she'd set their children straight before they killed each other. Now it seemed that these two couldn't be within fifty feet of each other without drawing their swords. It all seemed so hopeless. And maybe it was her fault in putting so much faith in the positive effect of Daniel's homecoming on Lula.

The elder Carven had hoped that time and distance had smoothed Daniel's rough edges and salved his anger. She and Caroline had also prayed that Lula and Daniel's reunion would have a positive effect on the girl, somehow bottling that rebellious energy that seemed to be spiraling out of control. Instead, the combination of the two had the same effect as pouring gasoline on a wildfire. Daniel was more sullen and dark than he'd ever been and Lula had strengthened her self-destructive streak.

The palpable tension between the women's children had manifested itself in this silent, uncomfortable morning meal. The two younger residents had been painfully polite to each other and markedly distant. Daniel's bad mood was thinly veiled by a layer of cordiality to all the women at the table. Lula's usual off-color humor and precocious banter was noticeably absent. 

Emma had a sense that something deeper than sibling resentment was at play, and her intuitive concerns were shared with Caroline through exchanged knowing looks between the two elder women as they watched Lula and Daniel address each other with false civility at the table. It was no wonder that Emma was relieved when breakfast was finally finished and Daniel opted to head out early to town to order the tractor parts rather than stay and help clear the morning dishes.

"You go right ahead, Daniel," Mrs. Carven confirmed with a dismissive wave of her hand in the general direction of the dishes, "Mamma, Lu and I can clear this mess up and I'm anxious to get that stubborn tractor up and running again."

Lu looked at Emma with annoyance, before Caroline stepped in to intercept any protest from her daughter.

"That's right, Lu, you have a lot of making up to do after your private party last night by the pond," Caroline chided, unaware of how close she'd hit her mark.

Lula flushed and quickly decided that it was best to study an imaginary spot of dirt on her shoe. Daniel coughed abruptly, nearly choking on his own tongue. Emma watched them both with a suspicious eye.

"Daniel baby, are you okay? Do you need a drink of water or something?" Caroline rushed to the young man's side and began patting him on the back.

"Uh...no...I'm fine," Daniel managed to squeak out before stealing a glance at Lula who was still showing great interest in that speck on her left shoe.

"Just swallowed wrong is all...I...uh...I better get going if I am going to be back before lunch."

A perplexed Caroline watched as Daniel spun around and made his way for the kitchen screen door. 

What the heck has gotten into that boy?

Daniel was halfway down the driveway headed for his father's old ford truck before he heard a familiar and unwelcome voice.

"Yooo hooo...Daniel, is that you?" 

The sound of Justine's saccharine voice always made his hair stand on end and this time was no exception. He looked in the direction of the voice to see a pretty, petite young woman walking up the driveway to meet him. Her pink, linen dress, unwrinkled and perfectly fitted on her hour-glass figure looked too pristine for someone who'd supposedly walked at least a half mile up their dusty drive to the house. 

"Good Lord, Daniel...they have certainly been feeding you well up there at West Point...n'cest pas." The pretty blonde gasped with a mixture of admiration and open flirtation—her demeanor was unflappable as if she'd just taken a stroll down a cool garden path.

Justine Farewell was nothing if not a flirt; although some of the boys around town would've testified that she'd long since excelled at the art of flirtation and had graduated to the art of fulfillment. Nonetheless, one look at those beautiful green eyes, shoulder-length strawberry blonde locks and porcelain perfect features and most men melted in her presence. Daniel wasn't "most men," which intrigued the blonde siren even more. 

Daniel had always shown the proper admiration for Justine's beauty, but he'd never become smitten with her, much to Justine's consternation and Lula's amusement. Like most young men his age, Daniel had imagined being with Justine in the most intimate way; however, he'd never obsessed over it. Instead, he'd treated Justine like any other girl who happened to be a friend. Her constant preening and flirting had only served as mild entertainment for him; he'd never understood why such a pretty girl had to try so hard to get other boys to notice her. 

Even if she didn't have face of a Botticelli's Venus, there was her vast wealth to consider. The Carvens were well-off. The Farewells were rich. The difference between the two was marked.

Before Joshua Carven had passed on, in addition to the tobacco farm Daniel had called home for twenty-one years of his life, his father had made a few smart investments on the east coast that allowed the Carvens to continue to maintain a life-style of relative ease even if Emma decided to sell off the tobacco business. The farm alone generated enough income to support a few full-time workers and all the seasonal help they needed. All of the other investments seemed to run themselves, thanks in large part to Caroline's watchful eye on the finances and the family's trusted bankers and business advisors. 

Conversely, the Farewells made it possible for the Carvens to make money with their tobacco farm. Castor Farewell, the Farewell patriarch and Justine's stepfather, not only had exclusive right of first refusal on the whole of the Carven tobacco crop, he also controlled the tobacco consortium in the region. And, with the family's tobacco import connections in Brazil and India, the Farewell's empire stretched across the globe. The vast Farewell wealth made it possible for the two youngest Farewells, Justine and her nere-do-well older brother, Jason, to behave like petulant royalty without fear of suffering the consequences. 

Of the two youngest Farewell heirs, Justine was the most obvious instigator. A heiress femme fatale by profession, the streets of Raleigh were virtually strewn with the bodies of fine young men eager to throw themselves at her pretty, pink, manicured feet. The very thought always made Lula's stomach turn.

At the sound of Justine's well-rehearsed melodic voice, Lula could feel the bile rising up from her stomach. Justine always wanted the things she couldn't have — like Daniel. It was interesting, and not entirely unpleasant, to see that after all these years old habits did not go down gently, even if the object of such a habit was a brooding, disagreeable grouse — like Daniel. 

Any other time Lula would serve as a willing and eager spectator, anxious to watch the entertainment unfold before her eyes. This morning however, the lilting tones from the pampered princess only served to set Lu's teeth on edge.

"My, oh, my," Justine admired, her hands reaching out to stroke Daniel's arm, "it looks like I got here just in time. Were you getting ready to leave?"

Unmoved by Justine's unabashed admiration, Daniel struggled to be polite.

"Justy, I was going to stop by your place this afternoon to pay my respects to you and your family. Sorry, I haven't had the chance to do it sooner, what with just getting home and all..."

"Oh, naughty boy." Justine interrupted, hitting him playfully on his shoulder as Lu watched the obvious display with more than mild revulsion.

"It just about broke my mother's heart to hear that you'd been back in town for almost two whole days without so much as a word," the pretty blonde exaggerated as she pulled a reluctant Daniel into an embrace as she took the opportunity to allow her hands to roam the plains of Daniel's back — a shameless play if Lu had ever seen one.

Eyeing Lula standing on the kitchen porch, Justine pulled away from her groping long enough to acknowledge Lu with a half-hearted wave of her hand, "Oh, Lula, it's always a pleasure to come by and say 'howdy' to your mother and Mrs. Carven. Oh...and that coffee smells divine...I'd just love a cup while Daniel and I sit and catch up on things." 

Without waiting for an answer, Justine dismissed Lula and turned back to Daniel, taking him by the arm and leading him back to the kitchen porch.

Daniel swallowed hard and stole a glance at Lula. It was obvious that Justine had expected Lula to fetch her cup of coffee. It was also obvious that Lula felt no compunction whatsoever to curb herself from telling Justine just where she could shove her cup of coffee. Although Justine thought it was a good idea to ignore Lula after placing her order, Daniel knew otherwise. 

"Uh...Justine, why don't you come on inside and we can have that cup of coffee in the kitchen. I think my mother asked Lu to help clear the breakfast dishes...isn't that right, Lu?" Daniel prayed Lula would simply walk away from the confrontation.

Much to his horror, he was wrong.

"Oh, nonsense, Daniel!" Lu chirped in reply, her voice taking on that faux sugary coating that was a sure sign of trouble.

"Miss Justine, jus' how ya'll like yo coffee? Black like me or light wit suga'? I aims ta pleeze Miss Justine...I sholy do." 

Not to be undone, Justine studied Lu icily before responding, "Well, well, now, Lula Corning, they'll never let you into charm school if you insist on acting like a little brat. Your mamma taught you better than that, I'm sure. Oh, wait, what am I sayin'? You were never charming in that way, were you, darling?"

Turning to Daniel, Justine clucked her tongue in mocked disappointment before continuing, "Tsk...tsk...tsk...the child can speak three different languages supposedly and she insists on talking like a barefoot, backwards sharecropper."

Daniel jumped in between the two before Lula could respond.

"Justy, ignore Lula and her lack of hospitality," he interrupted, eager to diffuse the situation, "Lu's been in a sour mood since this morning."

Justine hooked her arm in Daniel's before throwing her head back in practiced laughter at Daniel's awkward apology. 

"Oh, Daniel sugar, you take life way too seriously...don't you agree, Lula dear? Lula and I have been kidding back and forth with each other since we are in short pants. Isn't that right, Lu?" Justine flipped her golden mane before throwing a doe-eyed look at Lula — her contempt for the younger Corning was always bubbling beneath the surface of her practiced boarding-school facade. 

Deciding not to embarrass Daniel in front of his "friend," Lula shrugged before donning a fake crocodile grin of her own.

"Yes, that's right, Daniel, sugar, Miss Justy and I were just funnin' about," Lu replied in an equally practiced civil tone as she eyed Justine who was now clinging to Daniel like he was the last life-boat on the Lusitania.

"Oh...and coffee's on the stove, Daniel, if you want to fetch Miss Justy a cup." Lula added before she dismissed both of them with a turn of her back as she headed back inside.

"My, Lula's nothing if not colorful." Justine whispered to Daniel in a conspiratorial voice as she used the opportunity to lean in closer to him.

"I'm sure your mother and Mamma Corning would be very embarrassed to hear Lula acting out like that. Then again, I'm sure that Lu's boorish manners are the least of their worries."

"What are you talking about?" Justine's last comment had caught Daniel's attention. Finally someone who would tell him just what the hell was going on with Lula, even if the source was somewhat biased.

"Oh...I think you need to talk to Mamma Corning if you want to get the gory details. I am certainly not one to gossip." Justine smiled sweetly before continuing to gossip.

"Just keep in mind, Daniel dear, that girls her age explore new things, spread their wings...you know what I'm talking about...especially the sassy ones — like Lula."

Un-amused at the implication, Daniel stiffened, "Actually, no I don't know what you are talking about. What kind of exploring are you talking about and what exactly do you mean by sassy." 

"Oh, Daniel...still playing the role of big brother?" Justine teased, pleased that she'd struck a nerve and had been given the "green light" to further dress-down Lu. 

"Well, I guess your mother didn't want you to worry about the poor, dear wretch while you were away at school, but it's no secret that Lula is quite the little party girl in certain circles." Justine continued while donning a facade of concern.

"Oh, she's no stranger to the drink I've heard and I know some of the colored folks in town, especially the boys, say that she's quite the entertainer...at least that was what I heard." Justine stole a peek at Daniel from beneath her long lashes.

"Oh...I hate to be the one to tell you all this, but I guess it's better that you hear this from a friend than from some strange man on the street. That's why your mother and Mamma Corning are sending her off to Howard University at the end of this summer." She took Daniel's hand in hers, small and soft -- like a cat's paw -- and patted it reassuringly.

Daniel's face darkened. "Forgive me, Justine, but just what in God's name are you talking about? No one told me that Lula was going away to school."

Justine's mouth formed a perfect "o" as she brought her hand to her mouth, "Oops, I guess I let that cat out of the bag as well — so sorry, sugar. I only know because my father is making arrangements for your mother and Mamma Corning to stay at a family friend's vacation home in Maryland while they go up to visit the school later this week. You mean you didn't know?"

Daniel fumed. Of course he'd had no idea about Lu's plans and no one had seen fit to even mention this to him. Even worse, the source notwithstanding, much of what Justine had told him about Lu's recent activities seemed to answer many of his questions regarding the hellion's escalation in rebellion. In the past few days since his return, he'd notice that Lu drank like a fish, cursed like a sailor, lied adroitly and demonstrated a lack of inhibition the likes of which he'd never seen. Lu becoming a drunken "party girl" answered a lot of questions — all but one. Why?

Justine nudged Daniel's arm in order to get his attention before looking up at him from beneath gossamer lashes. 

"Daniel Hon, whatever is the matter? Don't tell me you're surprised at all this? Darlin', Lu has always been a little high strung. It was just a matter of time before someone took some notice and reined the child in. You should be relieved that your mother cares enough about her to see that she gets the attention and discipline she needs." The diminutive beauty twisted the knife a little more as she continued.




Homecoming Ch. 06



"Lord knows the last thing Lu's poor mother needs is some unplanned nine-month trip 'to visit a cousin' with the way Lula's been carrying on while you've been away. It's really for the best sugar." This last allusion to Lula's sexual prowess was more than Daniel had wanted to hear. He'd tortured himself for the last eighteen hours over what he'd believed were taboo visions of a woman who, it turned out, quite a few men had already had. His face reddened with anger.

Unnerved at the unexpected reaction to this last bit of manufactured information, Justine quickly tried to redirect the conversation with poise. 

"Well, Daniel, let's not talk about unpleasantness right now...you're back in town. The Fourth of July is coming up and I don't have an escort to your mother's annual picnic. So what are we going to do about that?"

Annoyed at the obvious change of subject, Daniel turned his anger on Justine, "You just told me Lula is behaving like some kind of whore and now you want to talk about potato salad and fireworks?"

Justine's unflappable cool smile never reached her eyes, "Hon, just what in holy heaven are you supposed to do about it? The situation is already being handled. And you are not responsible for Lula or her behavior — you are not her father or her brother...thank GOD!"

Before Daniel could respond, Lula reappeared at the kitchen door with a steaming cup of coffee. 

Just how much of that exchange had she heard?

"Miss Justine, I just wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier. It's been a hectic morning and I guess I just took it out on you." Lu negotiated the screen porch door as she struggled to balance the cup of coffee.

It occurred to Daniel that Lu possessed far more grace than she was currently demonstrating; this revelation came a split-second too late as Daniel realized how this was going to end.

Justine, too wrapped up in securing an escort to notice Lu's thinly disguised rage, turned to face Lu just as the girl tripped over an imaginary wrinkle in a non-existent carpet on the porch. The hot liquid flew out of the cup; as if in slow motion, Daniel watched in horror as the steaming liquid splashed onto Justine, soaking her chest and pristine pink linen frock with scalding coffee. Daniel swore he'd heard a giggle escape from Lu's lips as they both watched Justine gasp in anguished shock.

"Oh, my god, Miss Justine, are you alright?" Lu managed to gush convincingly with concern.

"Miss Justine...I am so sorry...I can't believe how clumsy I am. I just can't believe it. Are you hurt? Did you get burned? Oh, your beautiful dress. Is it ruined?"

Daniel stared on in a mixture of amazement, shock and anger. Lula had just assaulted Justine with a cup of scalding coffee and now had the nerve to pretend that it was an accident. Her performance would have been flawless had he not heard her giggle immediately afterwards.

Justine, although suspicious at first, was thoroughly convinced that Lula's performance was genuine. Wanting to maintain her composure, she stifled her irritation in an attempt to rise above the incident.

"Oh, Lula, I'm fine...it's just a little coffee. I forgot that you're all thumbs. I blame myself for asking you to bring me something to drink before cocktail hour." Justine fought unsuccessfully to keep the edge out of her voice and conceal her anger.

"We all know that not a drop of that would've been spilled if you'd been carrying a glass of Mrs. Carven's peach wine." 

Lula's face darkened with anger and Daniel stepped in before she could respond.

"Goddamn it, Lula, what the hell were you thinking? You could have burned her, for christsake!" Daniel turned to Justine, his attention and sympathy fully consumed by the heiress femme fatale.

"I said I was sorry," Lu struggled to maintain an air of innocence.

"Now, now...accidents will happen. It's not Lula's fault that she's at that awkward age." Justine stated calmly as she played up her benevolent martyr act and pretended to soothe Daniel's ire by rubbing his arm.

"I do have to say though that this turn of events changes everything," she cooed.

Daniel frowned as he clumsily attempted to pat Justine's porcelain décolletage with a kitchen towel he'd ripped out of Lula's hands, "Oh? How so?"

Justine literally purred her response, "Well, my father dropped me off here on his way into town and I was going to visit with your mother until he could swing back by and pick me up. Now I'm going to have to go home and get out of these wet clothes...and I still don't have an escort to your mother's picnic."

Lula rolled her eyes at the obvious solicitation.

"So could you please be a gentlemen and take me back home so I can change into something less damp? And along the way we can discuss our plans for the Fourth." 

Our plans? The shameless hussy hadn't even gotten asked yet and she was already talking about their plans. A non-plussed Lula turned on her heels to retreat back into the kitchen, making sure to let the screen door slam on her way back inside the house.

"So the little black bitch did that on purpose," the blonde mused, silently celebrating her victory.

Justine smiled humorlessly as she watched a defeated Lula disappear from the doorway and retreat back into the house. Justine had won the battle and she intended to enjoy the spoils of war. 



Homecoming Ch. 07



 Again, I want to give a shout out to Techsan for the exemplary editing job. Thanks one and all for all of the great comments; and, thanks for reading my story. Readers, please keep up with the comments. They encourage me to get on with the next chapter. They also let me know if I'm going in the right direction. That's not to say that I am going to give everyone what they want -- LOL! But hopefully I can give you a little of what you need...as promised. Cheers and thanks again. 

Chapter 7

Thanks to Lula's petulance and a maliciously spilled cup of coffee, Justine had managed to secure an entire morning with Daniel and a date with the most eligible bachelor in town. To be fair, she'd had her doubts about her chances of success with this breathtaking specimen. 

It was this uncertainty that had prompted her to hedge her bets; she'd asked her father to simply drop her off and leave her stranded at the Carven estate. She'd planned to use her predicament as an excuse to solicit some "private" time with Daniel and perhaps purloin an invitation to be his date on July Fourth. 

She'd been almost positive that her initial attempt was failing when Lula rescued her floundering efforts by unceremoniously spilling a scalding cup of coffee all over the front of the her linen dress -- a small price to pay; she had a dozen at home just like it in every imaginable color. Even as she was silently cursing the day that that "black bitch" had been born, she knew that there had to be a way to turn this "accident" in her favor. She'd found a way.

As Daniel gazed at Justine's perfectly poised sexy pout, he realized that he was trapped. Of course he'd drive the little vixen home so she could change. Of course he'd ask her to be his date for the Fourth of July picnic. What red-blooded man in their right mind would turn down an opportunity like that? Besides, who else would he ask? Lula?

Daniel mentally revisited the "accident" that had just taken place only moments before and began to fume anew. 

"Just where the hell did Lula get off attacking Justine like that?" he groused to himself as he took the "Venus of Raleigh" by the arm and led her to his father's pickup.

He'd seen Lu pull some malicious stunts before, but this last one was too much. She could have really hurt the girl with that little act of hers. And even if Lu didn't appreciate what Justine had to say about her, a full-blown assault with a scalding cup of coffee wasn't exactly the answer either. Lu's temper was going to get her into trouble one day — of this Daniel was certain.

As vexed as Daniel was at Lu, Justine was secretly just as grateful. Keeping her conversation light and away from all things "Lula," Justine managed to lighten Daniel's mood considerably. By the time they reached the driveway of her Greek Revival-style mansion, Daniel had convinced himself that an afternoon with Justine would be more pleasant than he'd anticipated. 

She'd laughed in all the right places without sounding forced or too eager. She'd asked about his first year at West Point and seemed genuinely interested in his answers, even picking up on slight nuisances in their conversation and asking for more detail. In short, Daniel's conversation with Justine had been the first calm and rationale conversation he'd had with someone his own age since he'd come home; he was grateful for the respite from the tension-filled encounters with Lula these past few days.

As the two entered the cavernous foyer of her palatial home, Justine made sure to warn Daniel that no one was home and he should wait in the drawing room while she changed — it was fitting for all gentlemen callers to wait in the parlor or drawing room for their intended. She'd even offered to bring him something cool to drink while he waited. 

Justine: the perfect hostess, adept at entertaining and excelling in deportment. The art of subtly wasn't lost on her when she wanted to finesse a situation to her advantage.

Daniel waited patiently in the drawing room, pretending to be interested in the family portraits and expensive bric-a-brac tastefully displayed like relics in a museum. The Farewell home had always seemed a little unsettling to him, lacking any of the warmth and subtle elegance his own home offered. Indeed, the Farewell mansion accurately reflected its owners, beautiful and aesthetically pleasing, while simultaneously giving off an austere, cold feeling. 

As Daniel meandered around the large drawing room, a chill passed through him. He involuntarily shivered and repeatedly checked the doorway, mentally willing Justine to hurry and finish dressing so that he could leave this mausoleum. Something unnerving hung thick in the air in this house. Daniel wanted out.

He'd decided to call upstairs for Justine, when he heard a loud crash followed by a shrill cry as Justine called out to him in surprise. Taking two steps at a time, Daniel ran up the stairs to Justine's room, his heart pounding in his throat and anticipating the worst. When he reached the girl's door, for the second time in less than two days, Daniel was left dumbstruck.

Justine was standing in the middle of her bedroom surround by the twinkling shards of glass that had once apparently been a crystal vase. The contents of the vase, a bouquet of at least two dozen white roses, were strewn on the floor. Water pooled around the girl's feet, which were clad in expensive cream-colored platform shoes — the strap on one shoe was broken. Daniel could only guess why Justine had decided to slip on the uncomfortable footwear given that she was wearing very little else.

Justine feigned an attempt at modesty by trying to cover the important parts of her body with her hands. The white silk and lace slip she'd pulled on left little to the imagination. The garment seemed to be poured onto her body, outlining each curve with perfection. The high-heeled shoes put her legs on display as she pretended to cover herself by crossing her legs in front of her and covering her bottom half with one hand — a picture perfect pin-up pose; the other hand was occupied with the pretense of covering her breasts, her bubble-gum pink nipples perkily defying her attempts at modesty. At that moment, Daniel understood Justine's allure.

"Daniel, don't just stand there gawking...help me," the blonde Venus gasped as she captured Daniel with pleading eyes filled with helplessness.

"I was rushing to get dressed and the strap on my shoe broke. I knocked the vase off of the dressing table when I lost my balance," Justine motioned to the floor at the discarded carcasses of white roses sacrificed at the altar of deception.

"There's glass everywhere and I am petrified to try and walk away in these heels for fear I'll break my neck or cut my feet to ribbons." 

Daniel sighed; Justine's obvious attempt to get him upstairs to her bedroom had worked like a charm. Surprisingly, he didn't half mind being the object of this ruse. It kept his mind off other things — and other people.

"Stay right there, I'll come and get you," he struggled to keep the exasperation and amusement out of his voice. 

She'd woven a crafty web in order to get him in this particular situation. He was starting to wonder if this had been her plan from the moment she'd started pawing him in his driveway. This theory was quickly dispatched with the memory of Lu and the scalding coffee "incident." There was no way that Justine could have orchestrated that accident.

Daniel crossed the room to her in only a few strides. The two stared awkwardly at each other in silence — Justine pretending to be embarrassed and Daniel acting as though he hadn't any idea that he was walking into a tender trap. 

For the few moments that Daniel stood in Justine's personal space, he enjoyed the view her feminine charms offered before bending down and scooping her up in his arms. Feeling an uncomfortable sense of déjà vu, Daniel turned and strode purposely back to Justine's bed where he carefully placed the precious cargo. 

His hand lingered a little too long on the small of her back as Daniel wrestled with the idea of taking Justine up on her silent offer. The hesitation was not lost on the petite vixen and she took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Daniel's neck and pull him into a kiss.

"That's your reward for coming to my rescue and being such a gentleman," she cooed as she stroked the curls on the back of his neck, "a lesser man would have ravished me where I stood."

Daniel stared down at Justine in amazement. He was more amazed at himself than this woman-child's attempt at seduction — an inviting and not entirely unsuccessful attempt at that. His libido was working overtime. 

Sexual frustration pent up from twenty-four hours of unfulfilled need seemed to virtually burst at the seams as Daniel felt his cock beckon him with a familiar jolt. He looked down at the golden-haired beauty beneath him, her arms draped around his neck; her pink lips were poised to drink in another kiss. Daniel succumbed to temptation and bent down to partake of her offering.

Pushing away thoughts of another night with another beauty beneath him, Daniel lowered Justine back onto the bed. He pressed his body against hers, reveling in the feel of her nakedness beneath the thin silk of her slip. Once again, Daniel was in luck; very little stood between Justine's warmth and the touch of his flesh against hers. 

As Justine wriggled beneath him with delighted anticipation, Daniel's hands molded to her silk-encased form. He stroked and explored the slippery curves of her body, listening to the sound of his calloused fingers rubbing against the exotic fabric. Pausing only momentarily to cup the small perfect orbs of her breasts, Daniel's breathing quickened and he dipped his head down once more to savagely claim Justine's soft pink lips. 

She mewled and moaned beneath him, encouraging him to take what he wanted by pressing her body against his. She could feel his hardening need and the hot moist core of her own being throbbed in response to his body's demanding call. She raised her hips to meet his as the two began grinding against each other in a silent, lusty tango, the steps to which both knew instinctively.

"Mmmmm...Daniel, don't make me beg you," Justine managed between ragged gulps of air as she reached beneath his t-shirt to knead the hardened muscles of his back.

She pressed her belly against his own muscular torso and began grinding her dampening pussy against the denim covered steel of his thighs. The friction was almost enough to make him cum before he'd even had an opportunity to take off his pants. His fingers, seemingly thick and clumsy from passion, began to fumble with his belt buckle in earnest.

Unable to curb her patience any longer, the enthusiastic southern belle literally took matters into her own hands, reached up, unbuckled the stubborn belt and peeled the jeans and underwear off Daniel's body with one seemingly effortless pull. Daniel's shirt was the next article of clothing to be unceremoniously removed as Justine tore at him like a gift-wrapped package on Christmas day. Once completely rid of his clothing, Justine paused in awe. Daniel was beautiful.

Even as children, Daniel had held a fascination with the spoiled heiress. Now, kneeling over her in all of his sculpted glory, he'd managed to take her breath away. 

He was striking in every sense of the word — at once ethereal and masculine. Sun-kissed olive skin, smooth as marble, stretched over sculpted muscle. His face, almost too pretty to belong to a man, sported touches of masculinity with a sculpted jaw and a strong chin beneath full, soft lips that were created for the sole purpose of consuming. Of all the features on his beautiful visage, Daniel's eyes captured her like nothing she'd ever experience. Clear, almost translucent steel-gray beams of light from beneath dark brows pinned her with intensity. He was almost too beautiful to be a man. 

"My God, Daniel, you're even prettier than I am," Justine opined aloud, only half-conscious of her vocal admission.

Daniel chuckled deeply as he bent down to position himself on top of her.

"Well, let's not go too far," he replied huskily as he nuzzled her neck and nipped at the tender perfumed flesh. 

"I'd say I've got the better view from where I'm sitting," he continued and worked his tongue down an imaginary trail on her neck stopping to nip and kiss the flesh of her shoulders and throat before sampling the bubble-gum peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric of her slip.

He'd had no idea how much he needed this release until now. He stared down at Justine's body, supple, taut, ripe — ready for the taking. His cock treated him to another involuntary twitch in anticipation. Perhaps Justine was precisely the answer to his problems -- no baggage, no issues, no strings. Most importantly, she came with no misplaced incestuous guilt. Justine was the answer...at least for now.

Even as he pressed his tongue against her strawberry lips in order to gain entrance, images of a darker beauty refused to quit his mind. Justine was what he needed. Another was what he wanted. Want and need, two emotions that were never going to reconcile themselves in this situation. 

Daniel couldn't have what he wanted, but he'd take what he needed. Right now he needed Justine; staring down at the embodiment of sex writhing beneath him, Daniel knew that he needed Justine almost as much as she wanted him. That was enough. It had to be enough.

Justine looked up at her paramour through shaded pools of limpid green. He'd known her for most of his childhood. He'd known her brother with unpleasant familiarity as an arrogant, crass boy he'd defeated in pre-pubescent combat in defense of the true manifestation of his want — Lula. 

Now, he'd know Justine in a much different way; and, although he knew this new relationship was starting out backwards, Daniel also knew that he didn't want this moment to be cheapened just because his needs required immediate attention. Joshua Carven would have expected more from his son; Daniel expected more of himself. This path had to lead somewhere beyond this. For now, however, the body needed what it needed. Daniel had no doubt that, if asked, Justine would say she felt exactly the same way. 

Careful not to crush the delicate magnolia blossom beneath him with his full weight, Daniel settled the length of his body on top of Justine, who moved beneath him with liquid sensuality. Her dampening womanhood had soaked the fabric of her slip, providing an x-ray view of the golden curls beneath. Daniel's hand traveled down the length of her body, coming to rest at the apex of her triangle. He paused briefly in order to enjoy the feel of her breathing beneath him — her chest rising and falling with each labored snatch of air from her lungs.

"Are you sure you want this, darlin'?" Daniel asked through clenched teeth. 

He'd wanted to give Justine an "out" although he knew her acceptance of this reluctant offer to stop would probably drive him over the edge of madness.

"Everything changes between us if we do this. I won't let this go," his voice was hoarse, aching from days of pent up sexual frustration — he would play the role of a southern gentleman to the end.

This surprising show of tenderness was not lost on Justine. Her eyes softened at the realization of the prize she was about to win. She'd expected a conquest and was getting a lover. How had she come to deserve this? A wave of emotion almost swept her into melancholy. 

"Daniel sweetheart, I've wanted this for as long as I can remember," she responded with all of the tenderness her raw passion would allow.

That was all the permission he'd needed.

Pushing the hem of her slip up above the apex of her entrance he watched her expression, half-expecting her to scream for him to stop. When no such request came, he allowed his fingers to trail down between her dampened thighs and caress the guarded womanhood that lay beneath her feminine mantle. 

The aroma she emitted was intoxicating. It took every ounce of control not to race through the motions of their lovemaking to the inevitable crescendo. He'd wanted to plunge into her depths with reckless abandon; his belief that she deserved more than a "quick fuck" stopped him from this indulgence.

He'd take his time with her. He'd savor her. He was going to claim her the way he'd not been allowed to claim his true desire. His guilt required this.

The two were silent in anticipation of the cataclysmic encounter they were about to experience. Poised above her, Daniel rubbed his manhood, now an iron sheathed instrument of its own will, against her soaking bush. He watched for signs of displeasure or anxiety. He saw none. 

Continuing his carnal introduction, he parted her thighs with his knee and filled the space between them with his body, making sure to purchase friction for his cock against her slit. The sensation was delicious as was evident through the soft gasps and moans his ministrations were eliciting from the woman whose body he was now staking his claim. 

Justine was becoming impatient, raising her hips in syncopation to each of his pelvic gyrations. She was anxious to turn the page. Daniel was anxious to avoid hurting her, even if she seemed "experienced." 

Taking in her diminutive form, he'd guessed that charging in to suppress the fire might cause her some discomfort given his size. Although they were currently caught up in a passionate embrace, eventually post-coital euphoria would dissipate. If she didn't feel it now, she'd feel it later. He'd have to take his time with her.

Sensing his reluctance to seize the opportunity presenting itself, Justine shifted her body so as to position him at her entrance and, without a moment's hesitation, pulled him down and into her. She released a guttural groan as he sank into her depths without resistance.

"For God's sake lover, you're driving me crazy." She gasped as she impaled himself on his column.

Daniel gasped as if he'd just been plunged into icy spring water. Sucking in breath through clenched teeth, he took Justine's lead. She didn't want it slow and tender — her appetite was as voracious as his. 

They both watched in breathless anticipation as Daniel pulled himself out of her, his manhood glistening with her juices. He only paused a moment before plunging back into her depths. As he did, he released a growl that could have easily been mistaken for rage if taken out of context, and buried his face in the crook of Justine's shoulder as he fought to keep his sanity. Three weeks and two days had been too long for him to do without and his earlier encounters with Lula hadn't helped his restraint.

Justine purred in his ear and wrapped her legs around him challenging his battle to slow the intensity of their union.

"Darlin', are you alright? I don't believe I said you could take a rest at this stage of the game," her lilting voice played in his ear.

"Come on, sweetheart, we both know that we're in too deep to reconsider now."

Daniel hadn't been reconsidering anything. He'd been contemplating just how much of the beast he could release without tearing this sweet southern belle to pieces in carnal hysteria. Worse still, every few moments, Justine's cool green eyes were replaced by another set of honey-hued orbs. 

He knew this visual deception was his guilt playing him for a fool. He was with Justine now and this was exactly where he was supposed to be. As if driving the point home, he retreated only to slam his body back into the vixen a few more times for good measure. His new lover was more than pleased with his response.

"Mmmmm...God...Daniel, that's it...right there...just like that...come on, sugar!" Justine coaxed as her lithe form wriggled in ecstasy beneath him.




Homecoming Ch. 07



With this encouragement, Daniel began pistoning his hips into her, pounding the girl with brute force in an effort to exorcise himself of the animal within. He visualized himself falling into a black abyss with every thrust of his powerful hips — the velvet darkness, cool and inviting, embracing him, beckoning him. As long as he continued to fall and didn't see himself hit bottom, he was in control. It was the sudden stop that would signal his climax and he wanted to delay that as long as possible — not just for Justine's sake. He enjoyed the taking of the trip as much as he did arriving at the destination. 

His meditation was violently interrupted by Justine's matter-of-fact question.

"Hon, uh...before we come to fruition...would you mind making sure we are safe?"

Shit! How could he be so damn stupid? He'd jumped into the waters like a man dying of thirst. Protection had been the furthest thing from his mind.

Refusing to disrupt the current mood, Justine added in a light-hearted tone, "Daniel, don't worry hon, I have it all in hand." 

Apparently she did have it "in hand", literally. Justine presented Daniel with a small plastic packet containing a neatly wrapped condom. Daniel didn't know if he should be grateful or turned off. His dick opted for "grateful." 

"Uh...thanks," Daniel offered weakly as he withdrew from Justine in order to sheath himself.

"Why...uh...where...did you get the...," Daniel was interrupted by the girl's sweet bubbly voice.

"Darlin'...my brother keeps a fresh supply in his dresser drawer of course. Don't look so shocked."

That was all the small talk Justine could tolerate and she reached up and pulled Daniel back to her laughing gaily as the two resumed their lovemaking in earnest. Positioning himself over her, he watched her angelic face as he lowered himself back inside her warmth. She released a long anguished groan as each inch of him submerged into her.

"Oh, god, Daniel...baby...you feel so right inside me. I want you to ride me, sweetheart. Take what's yours." 

Her breathless request was answered with enthusiasm as Daniel retreated and plunged into her over and over again, forcing himself to concentrate on maintaining control over his body and mind. His mind was playing tricks on him, replacing the porcelain goddess beneath him with a cinnamon-hued minx with eyes of golden honey. 

His body wanted release upon contemplation of this hallucination even as Justine's perfect form arched up to meet each of his strokes. He forced his eyes open so he could watch the beauty's release, an intoxicating sight that aided in a climax for Daniel not long thereafter. Both collapsed on the bed, Daniel still taking great care not to crush his claim, their bodies glistening from their efforts.

"My, oh my," Justine's melodic whisper tickled in his ear, "Who'd have ever believed that you and I would end up here?"

A panting Daniel simply smiled in response, too polite to voice his thoughts. She'd known damned good and well that this is exactly where she'd planned for them to "end up." 

Daniel didn't mind the distraction one bit.



Homecoming Ch. 07



"Let's fuck quick, before someone comes along," he whispered. He dropped his shorts, kicking them off his feet. His erection stood directly out in front of him. I stifled a laugh. His cock had to be 6-7 inches long, and very narrow. Nothing like what she was observing.

"I have to watch that guy fuck his mom," she stated. "Lick me from behind while I watch them," she commanded. She lay back over the rock, spreading her legs. Focusing on the boat, she continued to watch the scene below. Our male hiker buried his face between her cheeks, tongue stretching to reach her cunt. While we had a good view of their activities, we could not see the detail. "Yes baby, suck my cunt! Lick my ass baby!" she growled. She humped her ass back and forth against his face. 

Our trio was fucking like animals. The boat was rocking, waves splashing against the pontoon. Nothing mattered but cumming. They continued to perform for our hikers, let alone their desire to fuck their brains out. The thought of being watched drove them forward.

Kim had reached back between her legs, and was masturbating her clit while Lynn fucked her hard with the plastic cock. And Kyle, he was hammering Lynn's wet cunt, grinding his hips against her velvet soft cheeks. Kyle hesitated buried deep in Lynn's cunt. "I am going to fuck your ass Mommy," Kyle grunted loudly. Quickly, he withdrew his cock. Glistening with wetness, Kyle reached his hand into Lynn's cunt, scooping our all the lubrication he could get. He covered Lynn's asshole, massaging her roughly. He placed his cock at her tight hole, and pressed forward hard. The head of his monster jumped through the tight ring. He stopped momentarily, allowing Lynn to feel him, absorb the feeling of being so swiftly penetrated.

"Fuck me baby," Lynn shouted. "Fuck my ass!" 

Grabbing her hip bones, Kyle pulled her ass down his cock. Inch after inch disappeared. He withdrew, and pushed forward hard again. More and more of his cock vanished from our hikers view. 

Jill's mouth dropped open. Never had she seen anything like she saw here. "God damn, he's buried his cock in her ass!" she exclaimed. Tilting her hips, she opened her ass to allow our male hiker to bury his face deeper into her crotch. Hot, bothered, and extremely horny, our young lady reached to her crotch. She began to flick her own clit back and forth. Pressing hard, she commanded her companion. "Fuck me with you tongue! Make me cum!" She humped both his face and her fingers. She focused back to the boat.

Kim was cumming hard. She was bucking her ass against Lynn's plastic cock. "Fuck me mommy! Fuck me hard!" she was grunting. Lynn was lost in lust. She focused on fucking Kim hard. But her ass was being ravaged by young Kyle. His cock was tearing her apart. The feeling was intense. She had to cum.

"Oh fuck Mom," screamed Kyle. He ground his hips tight against her butt. He drove his cock deep into her ass. "I'm cumming!" he screamed. Quick, hard thrusts ground into Lynn's flesh.

Lynn's orgasm started, erupting over her body. Quaking, she hammered her plastic cock into Kim. It rubbed on her clit. She pressed hard into Kim, driving her flat on the seat. She collapsed on Kim, with Kyle still buried balls deep in her ass. They lay motionless. Breathing was labored. A minute passed.

Jill, our female hiker, could not believe what she had witnessed. Pushing off Ben's face, she turned and leaned back against the rock, allowing Ben to access her clit. "Finish me! Make me cum!" Ben dove into her sopping wet cunt. He attached himself to her clit. She humped hard, thrashing under his tongue. Within seconds, she started cumming hard. She reached to his head, grabbing a hand full of hair, ground his face into her cunt. "That's it baby, suck me!" she whispered huskily. 

"I need that big dick! I want a great big dick!" she growled as she washed his face back and forth in her cunt. "Oh fuck yes!" she screamed as a second orgasm quickly ravaged her body. She started humping his face hard.

Without explanation and thinking, I stepped out of my hiding place, moved forward. I opened my shorts, dropping the waist band below my balls. My 9 ½ inches were rigid. I waved Sara to join me. We were taking a great chance, but I wanted to fuck this young lady. She opened her eyes to see us approaching. She glanced to my crotch. 

"Holy fuck!" she exaggerated fuck. Both hands pulled his face deeper into her cunt. I thought he may suffocate. 

"Sara, he's yours," I told her. She moved to open her shorts, and dropped them quickly down her thighs. She slid her fingers into her cunt, covering them with her juices. As she approached, our male hiker looked to her in surprise. She stuck her fingers into his mouth. 

"My young pussy wants to cum," she said as she pulled his head into her crotch. He hesitated, looking to his companion in shock. 

"Yes baby," she was saying. Looking my direction, he saw her hands stretching, wrapped around my massive cock. She was leaning to lick the slit, to suck my precum into her mouth. Sara pulled his head back to her dripping cunt. She arched her hips, opened the lips of her cunt with her hands, exposing her engorged clit. 

"Suck my clit!" she commanded. She ground her clit into his mouth, and started humping his face hard.

"Fuck her daddy," Sara said. Our female hiker looked into her eyes. 

"He's your daddy," she queried? 

"Yes bitch, and that's our family on the boat," she continued. "Suck my daddy's giant cock!"

I pulled her face back to me. Parting her lips, she engulfed the head. I pushed forward quickly, impaling several inches into her mouth. Reaching the gag point, I withdrew. I pulled her up, kissed her lightly on the lips, turned her around and pushed her to lean on the boulder again. Spreading her legs, I stepped behind her. "Watch them," I instructed. "What do you want them to do," I asked her. 

"I want them both to suck his big cock, lick his balls," she said without a hesitation.

"Kyle, sit down on the seat. Ladies, our hiker wants you both to lick and suck his cock and balls. Give her a show," I commanded in the walkie talkie. The ladies quickly complied, taking turns sucking a soft cock into their mouths. They would kiss each other, lick a ball, the sides of his shaft, or suck it all down their throats. They performed!

Our hiker raised the binoculars. I reached to her cunt. Wet, dripping with juices, I drove three of my fingers into her little body. Stretching her easily, I grabbed my cock. Gently, I pushed its head against her cunt. Slowly, I penetrated her body. Her hips arched back against me. I grabbed her hip bones, thrusting forward hard. She gasped loudly.

"Oh fuck," she grunted. "Fuck me with that monster cock!" she grunted. Arching hard, I drove more into her wet cunt. I thrust hard, retreated, and thrust again. Reaching bottom, I started a piston like rhythm that pulled almost totally out of her gripping cunt, and then thrust back again. I ravaged her little cunt. Over and over I drove my cock balls deep into her cunt.

"Yes baby," growled Sara. "Good boy," she continued. "Now lay down," she commanded. I turned to see she had cum on his face, and now was going to fuck him hard. On his back, Sara dropped her ass to his waiting cock. Sitting on her haunches, she ground her cunt hard on his cock. He reached to squeeze her tits through her tank top. Lifting it quickly, she exposed her tits for him to see. He grabbed the nipples, twisting them. She drove her cunt down on his cock in one swift thrust. She began to hump him hard and fast. When she hit bottom, she would grind her hips down, thrust forward and backwards while grinding down on him. She was fucking the shit out of him. He thrust his hips to meet her. His eyes were closed. He was approaching his orgasm.

"Daddy, watch me," she said. "I want you to see me make him cum," she continued. She humped him hard. Just as he was starting to cum, Sara stood up abruptly, watching him grab his cock and spurt cum on his stomach. Climbing up the boulder, she sat in front of our female hiker.

"Eat my pussy," she commanded as she moved beneath her face. Grabbing her hair, she pulled her face into her sopping wet cunt. Our hiker attacked her cunt with abandon. 

I drove my cock deep. Now it was time to fuck her brainless as well. I thrust with new vigor. I watched her eat my little Sara. "She's going to make me cum, Daddy!" Sara interrupted my thoughts.

Our little hiker was moaning loudly. I hammered her senseless. She sucked hard on Sara's clit. Within seconds, I pulled myself flat against her ass, and felt my balls spit cum deep into her cunt. She could feel me shoot rope after rope of cum deep. She started little cumming humps of her own, cumming on my cock. She sucked Sara's clit, nearly sucking it off. Sara ground her face on her clit. 

"Oh shit, Daddy!" she said. "She's making me cum!" She ground herself hard on her face. Our hiker was a sex machine, humping, sucking, groaning loudly. She was lost in sexual lust.

After finishing dumping my cum in her cunt, I thought we should disappear quickly. "Bring the boat to the shore," I said into the walkie talkie. "Grab your clothes baby," I whispered to Sara. 

Jumping down off the boulder, Sara wiped her cunt on her panties, tossed them to our male hiker, and put her shorts on quickly as we headed off. "Hope you liked me!" she whispered. 

I pulled my cock out of our hiker's cunt. "Thanks for the great fuck Babe," I whispered as I swatted the cheek of her ass playfully. 

She lay motionless, contented I believed. Turning to me, she whispered "Thank you! That was incredible!"

As I left, I turned to our new friend. I whispered "Fuck her in the ass!" I pulled up my shorts and ran to the camera. With a quick wave, we disappeared from sight.

We headed off down the bank, reaching the shoreline just as Kyle headed the boat in. Quickly, we boarded and backed away from the shore, and out into the waters of the lake. We could hear grunting up the bank as we headed off at full throttle.

"Unfuckingbelievable!" Kim shouted over the roar of the motor. We all grinned ear-to-ear as I held the camera up for view.

"Better than that, I got it on tape!" I exclaimed. "Our hikers were pleased!" 

We headed down the lake to our favorite fishing spot, got the poles out, lures on, trolled, anchored, and trolled some more for the next several hours. Fishing was good, we got several browns, several more rainbows, and planned on a good fresh fish dinner.

After returning to our home, we headed into town for strolling the shops and relaxing away the afternoon.

Imagine my surprise. As we rounded one isle in a T-shirt shop, a young lady stepped to me, pulled my face down to hers, and kissed me deeply, passionately. "Thanks for this morning!" she said and winked. "Absofuckinglutely unbelievable!" She handed me a note. With her friend in tow, she walked past Kyle, patting him on the ass, headed out the door and off down the street. With a look over the shoulder, she waved goodbye.



Homecoming Ch. 08



Homecoming Ch. 08 Edited by Frinkles© 2007

This chapter was edited to correct a date discrepancy/error that was driving me crazy -- no more, no less. Everything else in the story is exactly the same.

Alright, alright...UNCLE! For those of you who are disappointed in Daniel's actions, believe me so am I. The guy is human. He's a bit of an idiot at times. He's letting his little head do the thinking rather than the "big" head. He knows he screwed up which is why he's in the dang farmhouse praying for a second chance while he's bleeding to death. Surprisingly, Lula has some flaws herself. What's a romance without some bumps? Anyway, please be patient and I'll try to make it worth your while to read the entire story even if you want to punish the author with a few virtual tomatoes. Keep up the comments and voting.

I want to give another well-deserved shout out to Techsan. Thanks for all of the editing advice and words of encouragement.

Oh, and one more thing, the lyrics to the Ma Rainey and Bessie Smith tunes are NOT mine. I didn't come up with them and I hold no legal rights to them.

Chapter 8

Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944

Daniel let out a heartfelt groan as he conjured the memory of his unexpected, albeit enthusiastic, first union with Justine. After that morning, everything had taken a turn for the worst. He'd behaved like an ass with both women — using one and dismissing the other. His father would have been sorely disappointed in him and his actions that summer afternoon. 

The young soldier paused for a moment to check his bandages again. No bleeding. He noted a steady and painful throbbing in his leg. He suspected that this was a good thing. Loosening the tourniquet once more to allow blood flow, Daniel mentally calculated how many hours must have passed since the French farmwoman had left the cottage to search for American soldiers and medical help. 

The purple bruise of the early morning sky was quickly being replaced with a brighter golden glow. It had to be no later than 0700 hours by his estimation. At least three hours had passed and still no "reinforcements" had arrived to relieve him from his watch.

He grimaced as he shifted in an attempt to relieve his stiff back which had been propped against the hard oak headboard, its ornate carvings looking decidedly out of place amidst the farmhouse bedroom's other modest furnishings. He'd keep watch over the horizon for help. He'd stay awake as long as it took. He'd live through this so that he could go home — so that he could have a homecoming.

By the looks of it, his shattered leg would probably be his ticket home, even though his heart was torn over leaving his comrades behind to finish the job he'd started with them. For some of his fellow soldiers, their homecoming would be a solemn one; Daniel bowed his head in a moment of silence for those who had fallen and those who would fall. Part of him wanted to stay here with the 82nd airborne and make sure everyone had a happy homecoming. Another part of him was anxious to get home to his mother, Mamma Corning and his beloved Lula.

He'd come home and claim the rest of his life. He would claim her — finally.

As he returned his gaze to the window and the apple orchard with its fragrant smells, his attention turned back to counting the thundering booms of tank rounds and the sharp report of firearms. He listened intently to try to distinguish whether the gunfire was from an American or a German weapon. It was a way to occupy his mind and determine just how safe he really was.

The game kept him focused. It kept his mind occupied. It kept him awake. It also kept him from hearing another soldier entering the cottage, his own ankle shattered from this day's drop.

Had he not been so weak from loss of blood and preoccupied with making sure he stayed awake long enough for help to arrive, Daniel would have heard the soldier's quiet footsteps. Even though the other soldier had taken great pains to enter the farmhouse as quietly as possible so as to take any occupying enemy soldiers unawares, one look at Daniel's condition would indicate to anyone that the wounded soldier was in no condition to fight even if he'd heard an approaching enemy.

Daniel's focus was squarely on concentrating on staying awake and staying alive — so his gaze was turned in the direction of the window. 

He'd not noticed that he was no longer alone in the farmhouse.

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Raleigh, North Carolina— July 1, 1941

Lula stood on the porch trying in vain to suppress her anger. Her efforts were not fruitful. Emitting the white-hot heat of her rage from virtually every pore, she watched silently as the beat-up old ford truck ambled up the driveway, kicking up clouds of dust in its wake. The two had been gone almost three hours and it was nearly lunchtime. 

How long did it take that heifer to paint on another fucking dress and nail on another pair of shoes? 

Lula had been in bad humor since she'd realized that she'd fallen right into Justine's perfect pink plans. Throwing a scalding cup of coffee on Justine had given Lu instant gratification; however, the aftermath — Daniel's anger — was a high price to pay for the luxury of watching the blonde "goddess of love" squirm in discomfort for a few brief seconds. In the end, Justine had turned the "accident" to her favor and won for her the sympathies of a formerly disinterested Daniel.

"That trifling bitch knew exactly what she was doing," Lula muttered to no one in particular before quickly looking around to make sure she hadn't been heard.

The last thing she needed was another clout in the mouth from her mother, especially in front of Justine. Although Lula knew that her mother had always been loathe to raise a hand to her, and had a habit of privately bursting into tears whenever she'd had to take Lu over her knee, Mamma Corning was not above disciplining whenever and wherever the discipline was needed. Notwithstanding the mental warning Lula continued to give herself, watching Justine paw and fawn over Daniel elicited an involuntary stream of obscenities from between Lula's clenched teeth.

As if to ward off the vision of Justine's manicured hands all over Daniel, Lula squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on counting down from fifty in Latin — a trick Emma had taught her in order to curb her temper. The concentration always distracted her from other unpleasant thoughts. It hadn't worked quite as well this time; Lula's flame of hate burned even brighter as she watched Daniel get out of the truck and walk over to the passenger side to open the door and help Justine climb out onto the dusty dirt drive.

Justine looked as pristine as ever, which was no surprise to Lula. However, what did take her aback was Daniel's demeanor. There was a genuine warmth and intimacy that she'd never seen before when he was around Justine. Until today, Daniel had regarded the pampered vixen with the mild annoyance and the distant amusement one reserved for cute but mischievous puppies. Something had shifted between the two and Lula realized with horror that she'd probably been the catalyst.

The two ignored Lula's gawking as they walked around her, talking and laughing at some stupid joke Daniel must have told her. They were arm in arm, deeply and happily engaged with each other's presence. That observation cut Lula even deeper. 

Since his return, Daniel hadn't so much as cracked a smile, let alone actually laughed at anything. He'd taken to stomping around the house and the grounds, grumbling and frowning when he was alone and grousing whenever she'd addressed him; unless of course, he was trying to seduce her. The thought that a few hours alone with Justine was the reason for his improved spirits nearly broke Lula's heart. Even if they could never be close in the way she'd wanted, she'd always hoped they could share that kind of light-hearted camaraderie as friends. Apparently, even that was going to be denied her.

Turning back to follow the happy couple into the house, Lula mused that it was perhaps for the best that she went off to school - maybe sooner rather than later. She wouldn't be able to stomach watching a blossoming romance between the "Princess of Pink" and Daniel. She needed a drink, or at least a few hours away from this goddamn house. 

Deciding to skip lunch, Lula turned away from the front door and started back down the path to the pond and a place where she knew she could sit with her thoughts undisturbed.

"Daniel, please tell Mamma that I'm going to skip lunch. I'm still too full from breakfast and got a bit of stomachache," Lula lied as she called back to a mildly annoyed Daniel. "Don't worry, I'm just going down to the pond to sit a spell and think. That always calms me."

Holding up her hands to show that they were empty, Lula continued, "See? No bottles of hooch, nothing up my sleeve, no cigarettes in my pockets...I promise I'll be back up to the house in an hour to work on the garden."

"Tell your mother yourself," Daniel shouted back. 

He didn't like the idea of Lula going back down there alone after what he'd witnessed the day before. Anyone could have wandered up on her.

"We aren't going to come and get you if Mamma starts asking."

Lula flinched at the use of the word "we."

"So now its we is it?" she contemplated as she viciously kicked an innocent stone out of her way — it collided loudly with the side of the smokehouse. 

"Holy shit, just what the hell happened between those two in only a few hours?"

Lula stopped dead in her tracks at the realization that she'd already known the answer. Her face reddened with anger.

That lousy son-of-a-bitch had fucked her!

Lula's imaginary stomachache suddenly materialized into a reality, accompanied by its friends, "Sir Headache" and the honorable "Lady Nausea." This was too much to bear. In less than 48 hours Daniel had seduced her, dumped her like ballast on a sinking dirigible and screwed a woman he knew Lu despised. She'd need more than an hour to get over this bit of devastating news.

Feeling an urge to burst into tears, Lula burst into a full run instead towards the far side of the pond and her "thinking place." She knew she'd be alone there given that Daniel had apparently abandoned all vestiges of their childhood almost four years ago.

As she approached the majestic live oak tree that cradled their fortress in its branches, the flood of tears came in a torrent. Her vision blurred with stinging moisture as she reached to hug the scratchy bark of her trusted talisman. For a few moments, she sobbed uncontrollably, allowing her despair to be cleansed with salty waters. Reining in her sorrow, she wiped her eyes on the shirttail of her father's old work shirt and started to climb her familiar friend.

The tree that housed her sanctuary was a behemoth. With a diameter of nearly twelve feet at the base, a height of almost fifty feet and a crown spread of at least one hundred feet, the tree was a life unto itself. She'd always marveled at the spread of heavy branches, some of five to six feet in diameter that snaked just above the ground and reached out to the sky as if stretched to embrace an ethereal lover. She and Daniel had built their tree house here, nestled in the safety of the giant's branches. 

The structure was a well-built, simple affair — sixty square feet of building with a wooden floor, shingled roof, plywood walls sporting cutout windows and a door-less entry. Access to the fort required dexterity and fearlessness, the rationale being that if you didn't want to sweat to climb the dizzying twenty feet to paradise, you didn't deserve to enjoy the view. Therefore, no ladder was ever built to accommodate easy access. Instead, a would-be visitor would have to negotiate the path up the leviathan's trunk, disregarding the dangerous drop below. Lula had never forgotten this path to serenity.

Once inside the playhouse, a distraught Lula threw herself onto the sturdy plywood floor and began a renewed river of tears before forcing herself back into a calmer state. Breath still hitching from her display of anguish, the distraught woman stared out of the window of her sanctuary and meditated on the serene view of the pond and surrounding countryside. The vista had always taken her breath away. This was the only place she could think clearly, rationally. 

Contemplating a new life that she knew could never include Daniel, Lula leaned her head against the back wall of the playhouse and began humming a sorrowful tune she'd picked up as a "party girl." Justine had only been half right. She liked to dance and sing and forget she was just a "colored gal" with flights of fancy. 

The friends she partied with didn't expect anything but a good time from her and she was happy to oblige. She danced and sang and, yes, she drank a little too much — but that was all; and singing...oh, how she loved to sing. Especially long slow sad tunes like the one she was humming as she contemplated the sudden turn her young life had taken. Something about singing the blues always made her feel better. And now that her life was changing for the worst, she needed to feel better. Life without her "brother" was going to be lonely, frightening -- different. 

As she hummed the melody to her favorite Bessie Smith tune, Lula began to sing:

There ain't nothing I can do, or nothing I can say That folks don't criticize me But I'm goin' to, do just as I want to anyway And don't care if they all despise me

If I should take a notion To jump into the ocean 'T ain't nobody's bizness if I do, do, do do

The defiant lyrics of the tune seemed to lift her spirits. She raised her voice in song and stood to sway to the music her voice created with every ragged breath she took. She closed her eyes, held up her hands and began to move her hips to her own melody as she danced with an imaginary partner. 

The song was a salve for her tortured soul, an anthem for her demons. Her voice, strong and sultry, carried over the waters, drifting off into space and exorcising her thoughts. She would be okay; she'd face whatever life would throw at her even if she'd have to chuck a few stones back.

One tune melted into another. She drifted from T'aint Nobody's Business to Gimme A Pigfoot and then plowed into Lady Luck Blues, her body endlessly swaying to a private serenade. Before long, she'd sung, hummed and danced to over two dozen songs; her mind cleared of all unpleasant thoughts. An hour drifted into three before she realized the dusky glow of late midday was warming her skin through the naked open window of her private treetop dance hall.

"Shit...Mamma's gonna kill me," Lula panicked as she hurriedly began climbing down from the fortress.

She grimaced at the thought of the tongue lashing she was sure to receive from both Mother Carven and her mother for lazing around once again and ignoring her chores. She'd promised to straighten up and pull her weight this morning; that promised had only lasted three hours before she was running off to lick her childish wounds. She simply couldn't help being a screw up...she did it so well. 

Jumping the last six feet of her decent to the ground, Lula spun around only to slam into a brick wall made of stone-carved flesh and muscle. 

"Shit, Jordan! You scared the hell out of me," Lula screamed as she angrily eyed the tall, handsome mahogany man standing in front of her. 

He was grinning like a Cheshire cat and eyeing her with mild amusement.

"Lula, child, your mother sent me to come and get you. What the hell are you doing up there singing and dancing like you don't have a care in the world? The whole damn house is looking for you," the young man tried to sound harsh, but he was obviously amused and fascinated by this hellcat — he'd always been intrigued by her.

Lula sighed in irritation and regarding her mother's second-favorite pet with annoyance. Jordan Mason had always held a special place in her mother's heart, right next to Daniel. It was no surprise that the son of the community's most successful negro-owned business never felt the need to announce his visits to the Carven estate what with Caroline constantly cooing over his "strong moral fiber" and good heart. Indeed, he was just about the sweetest guy Lula had ever met. 

He'd never raised his voice at Lu or had a discouraging word for her, even when she'd cracked his skull with a baseball bat when they were eight. The assault had no motivation other than to prove that the term "knock wood" didn't literally mean to conk another human being over the head for good luck. Jordan had bled and then forgiven Lula, mainly because he found it impossible to stay mad at the imp. 

It was also no secret that he was head over heels in love with the dark beauty. The news that she was probably going to be shipped off to Howard University had been the best news he'd heard in a long time. Although he admittedly would never be as smart as Lula - he had yet to meet anyone who was - his father's money and his own impressive intellect had earned him a spot at the esteemed school the previous year. The thought of having Lu to himself had him walking on air. 

The added advantage of Lu going to Howard was that he could keep an eye on her. Jordan had grown weary of worrying about who was looking after Lula when he and Daniel were away. After Daniel had been sent away to school, the job of keeping Lula out of trouble had fallen on Jordan's broad and strong shoulders. For Jordan, following Lula around and escorting her to local watering holes in order to avoid the scandal of her going alone had become a full-time occupation; he'd worried about her when he was away at school.

The six-foot five inch gentle giant had reasoned that although he didn't like Lu's partying, he'd prefer that she do it with him around rather than sneak out by herself and get into trouble. He also realized that her effect on the opposite sex hadn't quite registered with her yet. 

The long-legged, brown-skinned beauty turned heads wherever she went and her unpretentious manner drew men to her like flies to honey. To make matters worse, Lula had now taken to singing at these establishments, providing entertainment for her throngs of admirers who frequented the colored gin joints that dotted the countryside, hidden deep in the woods. 

Mamma Corning hadn't approved, but both Emma and Jordan had explained to her that holding on to Lu and forbidding her to go out was only going to cause more trouble. Lula had always been a sensible girl, wanting only to celebrate her body-electric -- to sing and dance with the rest of the revelers without partaking of any of the other "sins." 

"The child is in good hands, Caroline," Emma had urged one night after a particularly heated exchange between the younger and elder Corning, "Jordan watches her like a hawk. He's a good boy and he's smitten with her. He won't let anything happen to her and won't let her get into any trouble."

Caroline had been unmoved by Emma's pleas, knowing instinctively that Emma was living vicariously through her hell-raiser of a daughter. However, Jordan's sure and well-reasoned rationale and Emma's persistent advocacy for common sense and "letting go" had finally moved the mountain. 

In the end, Caroline had agreed to the unthinkable: Lula could go out to some of the less notorious establishments only if accompanied by Jordan. It seemed like a necessary concession given that Lula would soon be "on her own" at school and Caroline would have to learn to trust her daughter. Allowing Lula to go out with Jordan as an escort was a baby-step for the worried mother. 

"If anyone can keep watch over Lula and ward off trouble, it's Jordan," Emma had declared as she patted the slightly embarrassed young man's arm, clearly as smitten with the shop-keeper's son as Caroline. There was more than a little bit of truth to her statement. Other than Daniel, the only peer Lula respected and looked up to was Jordan. Everyone looked up to the tall, handsome man if truth be told. 




Homecoming Ch. 08



The colored girls swooned whenever he entered the room, as did the white girls, albeit they did their worshiping in private. The boys all gathered around him like he was the "second coming." 

He never told a dull story; never had an unjust word; never over indulged. He was disgustingly perfect; and, although she often feigned irritation at his constant nagging, Lu secretly had to admit that her day was always a little brighter whenever she saw his smiling face. 

"Someday some girl is going to sweep you off your feet and bonk you over the head with her club...then who's gonna make sure I don't become one of 'those bad girls'?" Lula would often tease.

"Well, you've already bonked me, so I think I'm ruined for anyone else," was always Jordan's reply.

Lula and Jordan's friendship was one of the few that had survived childhood intact; facing the reality of actually losing Daniel as a "brother" and a friend, Lu was glad to have a friend like Jordan.

Now standing before Lula underneath the only other place Lula felt safe, Jordan studied Lula with anticipation. "Well, aren't you going to tell me what the heck you were doing up there?"

Lula smiled and answered with a wink, "Why, I thought you knew...I was singing and dancing like a fool."

"I've got a deal for you," the stunning man grinned, raising an eyebrow to complement his heart-breaking grin. "Sing me a song and I'll come up with a good cover story for you." 

"Damn, he's charming," Lula mused to herself as she considered the offer.

She knew she was in deep with her mother and anything coming out of Jordan's mouth was likely to save her skin.

"Well...I don't know," she teased. "Just how do I know you'll keep your end of the bargain?"

Jordan raised a hand to his heart in mocked devastation, "Lula darlin', have I ever lied to you?"

That was a rhetorical question if she'd ever heard one. Lula's pretty brown features lit up, her lips widening in a grin that reached her beautiful whiskey eyes. Bowing slightly as if a lady to her lord, Lula made a show of clearing her throat, opened her mouth, and began to croon a Ma Raniey tune.

I want all you women to listen to me Don't trust your man no further 'n your eyes can see. I trusted mine with my best friend But that was the bad part in the end...

As she belted out the lyrics to Trust No Man, Lula started her rhythmic swaying as if in a trance. Jordan was captivated, as always. For someone so young, her voice had a sad, mature quality that often frightened him. Lula always sang the blues and always sang them with the clarity and certainty of a woman who understood the emotion behind every penned lyric. This melancholy quality made him love her even more. 

Unable to resist the temptation, the young man took advantage of Lula's trance and took her in his arms, swaying in rhythm to the motion of her hips. Lula leaned her weight into his strong shoulders, returning his embrace and continuing to sing softly.

Trust no man, trust no man, no further than your eyes can see. I said, trust no man, no further than your eyes can see. He'll tell you that he loves you and swear it is true, The very next minute he'll turn his back on you. Aw, trust no man, no further than your eyes can see...

The two swayed underneath the protective arms of the live oak's branches as Lula pulled the music from her body. As they danced, Jordan felt the shoulder of his blue cotton shirt dampen from what he'd guessed were Lula's tears. He'd suspect that she'd retreated to her hideout for a reason and these tears proved it. He'd let her get it out; pestering her with questions always put her in an ornery mood and he was selfishly enjoying the warmth of her body against his.

Caught up in the moment, Jordan pulled away from Lula and used one large hand to raise her chin so that he could gaze into her eyes.

"So beautiful..." he wondered aloud as she stared back at him from tortured, red-rimmed pools of gold-flecked honey. 

Without thinking, Jordan bent down and took her lips with his own. Lula didn't resist. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist and pulled her closer to his body, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as she started to respond. 

He wanted to consume all her pain, protect her from whatever was causing her so much sorrow. She'd never admit to crying even with tear-stains betraying her attempts to hide her emotions. Like her mother and Miss Emma, he was scared for Lula. She'd been wrestling with demons for over five years now and her anguish seemed to be consuming her. 

He'd heard the stories of her exploits when he'd been away and he wasn't the least bit entertained by his buddies' anecdotes about Lula's adventures. From what he'd heard, she hadn't slipped too far, but she was certainly headed for trouble. It only took a few bawdy stories for Jordan to decide he'd heard enough and commence to threaten all of his friends with severe bodily harm if anyone touched "his girl." 

He'd not warned Lula about her change in status, but then again he'd only modified the title of their relationship for show. Everyone would stay away from "Big Jordan's" woman if he said so — and he said so. Now holding Lula, swallowing her up in his big, strong arms, he imagined that perhaps the lie could be made true — if not this summer, then while they were away at school.

Although Jordan had always held a special place in her heart, at that moment Lula didn't care who it was she was kissing. She had to get rid of this tension she'd been carrying around all day. Jordan was safe and she liked the imposing, handsome man. Unfortunately for both of them, her mind was focused on the whirlpool of emotions Daniel had thrown her into without hesitation. She'd wanted to be held and kissed and told everything was going to be alright; she'd wanted someone to convince her that her broken heart would heal. 

Suddenly, Jordan had appeared to rescue her drowning soul. He'd always been there when Daniel couldn't. A part of her would always love him for unfailingly coming to her rescue when she needed him, even if she was loathe to admit that she'd ever needed rescuing. Jordan would always rescue her. He loved her.

Lula pulled away from the kiss, taking Jordan's deep chestnut face in her hands.

"Jordan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take advantage of you. Here you are trying to cheer me up and I go and do something stupid like kiss you," she looked up at him from beneath thick black lashes and blinked back a tear.

"I'm getting all gushy and I hate being gushy," she continued, straightening her back as if mentally trying to pull herself together.

Jordan smiled, but his eyes betrayed a definite sadness, "Lula baby, I'm the one who took advantage. Everyone's looking for you and here I am stealing kisses from you and bribing you to sing for me...I..."

"You'd both better have a goddamn good excuse for her hanging out down here when she's supposed to be up at the house helping my mother and hers get ready for the Forth of July picnic," Daniel interrupted the awkward moment, his face reddened with inexplicable rage.

Lula blinked at the manifestation of fury marching towards them. Hands clenched into fists and jaw muscles twitched with anger, Lula couldn't quite believe what her eyes were telling her she was seeing.

Just what in the hell had gotten into Daniel?

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Chapter 9 teaser:

He was well aware of Jordan's good intentions but something primal inside him couldn't help but be overly protective of the woman he'd so briefly considered his before wantonly throwing her away. Jordan may be the consummate gentleman, a perfect match for Lula. But what if he wasn't? What if Jordan hurt her the way he'd hurt the girl he'd considered his sister most of his life?

At the irrational thought of some perceived danger to Lula, Daniel quickened his pace, pulling an increasingly scared and confused Justine behind him.

God help Jordan if he caught them doing what he was imagining them doing at this moment -- what he was imagining him doing to her.

God help both him and Daniel 



Homecoming Ch. 09



Once again, I want to thank Techsan for his patience and editing skills. Thanks one and all for keeping up with the story...and voting.

Now the disclaimer: Although Lt. Col. Benjamin Vandervoort is a real live person in history, this story is pure fiction and only borrows the name for accuracy of the historical facts surrounding the fictional story...and for dramatic effect. 

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Chapter 9

Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944

The twenty-seven year-old Lt. Col. Benjamin Vandervoort stood in the doorway of the cottage's bedroom, his weight resting on a make-shift cane. The American officer stared in fascination at the slightly younger soldier before him. 

Both of their legs were shattered; the Lt. Colonel eyed with envy the expert bandaging job the farm woman, Madame Renault, had done on Daniel's leg. With any luck, the soldier wouldn't lose his limb.

However, what fascinated Vandervoort even more was the look of concentration on the young man's ashen face. The soldier was suffering from a great deal of blood loss from look of his leg and the bloody remnants of bed linens underneath him. It appeared to the officer that the soldier was literally willing himself to stay awake and not succumb to the draining weakness visited on him by his injuries.

By some miracle, the Madame Renault had found Vandervoort as he was making his way to the town with the rag-tag group of straggling soldiers he'd found along the way. The able-bodied woman seemed relatively stoic but urgent as she described the incident at her home and demanded that the commanding officer follow her back to the house in order to help the young Lieutenant. 

Out of concern for the woman's safety and in light of the heartbreaking loss of her husband, Vandervoort had commanded that the woman wait outside. He wanted to check to make sure that the cottage was still safe.

He'd expected to see the bodies of the two German soldiers and the farm woman's husband lying on the kitchen flood. However, seeing it with his own eyes and then observing the state of the solider responsible for such heroism instilled in the commander a sense of awe. 

The meaning of this day and the sacrifice of these men made his heart swell with pride. This kid would live through today; the Lt. Colonel would see to it personally.

With this resolve, Vandervoort softly cleared his throat before speaking.

"Son, you've done quite a job here on your own," the officer's admiration was evident in his tone.

Unperturbed by the sudden interruption, Daniel turned to the Lt. Colonel. With weak and watery eyes, he smiled and replied to his superior.

"With all due respect, Sir, what took you so long?"

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Raleigh, North Carolina— July 1, 1941

Lula and Jordan could do nothing more than stare on in horrified amazement at Daniel's approach. Both Lu and Jordan had witnessed the young man's legendary anger. But this was different. 

Daniel was infuriated to the point of madness. Neither could imagine what could have possibly brought on this dark fury. Jordan instinctively stepped in front of Lula in order to protect her from Daniel's blistering wrath — a move that jolted Lula into action. 

"Daniel," Lula sputtered as she tried to place herself between Jordan and the steamroller of fury that was barreling down on them, "...it's not Jordan's fault he came here to..." 

Daniel didn't let her finish.

"Do you know how long we've been looking for your ass?" Daniel fumed.

"I'll tell you how long...three fucking hours!"

Both Jordan and Lula gawked in surprise. Where had this anger come from?

Lula had a good idea that he was transferring again, but wasn't in the mood to engage in another fight to the death. She was simply too tired to worry about Daniel and his new girlfriend. 

Jordan on the other hand was having none of Daniel's misplaced rage. Jordan had always "known his place" except when it came to Lula. When it came to protecting her, all bets were off.

"Just a minute, Daniel," Jordan's baritone timbre carried over the fray.

"I know you're mad at her for running off, but that gives you no cause to speak to her like that."

"And you," Daniel growled, cutting off Jordan, "I come down here looking for her and here you are encouraging her to slack off. And what the hell was that kiss about?"

Suddenly, skin-color had factored out of this exchange and Lula realized that she had two alpha dogs on her hands.

"Just who the hell does Casanova think he is?" Lula wondered as she cut her eyes incredulously at Daniel.

"Okay, Daniel, I have no problem with you being upset about having to look for Lula, but what we were doing down here was none of your goddamn business." Jordan bellowed taking a step closer to Daniel who himself seemed eager to jump at his long-time friend.

"Oh, it's my goddamn business when I have to clean up after Lu's messes and hunt her down to make sure dogs like you aren't feeling her up," Daniel countered pointing a finger in Jordan's chest.

What the hell has gotten into these two boys? 

Lula had never seen them act this way with each other. She was incredulous that Daniel had the nerve to act like she was acting inappropriately after what he'd done with her and what she'd guessed had happened between him and Justine.

 Just who the hell does he think he is? In an instant, the two male adversaries were not the only ones whose temper was flaring. 

"Okay, you two, just what the HELL is going on here?" Lula screamed over the two would-be combatants.

"Daniel, you and I have already had this goddamn discussion, so I suggest that you shut the hell up unless you want to rehash it all here in the open in front of Jordan," Lula ground out between gritted teeth, every muscle in her body tingling from adrenaline.

Daniel snapped his mouth shut at that sobering threat.

"Jordan, I appreciate your efforts, but I don't need rescuing from this jackass," she jerked a thumb at Daniel who was about to respond to the insult before being stopped dead in his tracks by a train-stopping, icy glare. 

Lu silently dared him to utter another word. They'd have it out in private, but she wouldn't tolerate Daniel attacking Jordan just because his dick was in a constant state of flux. Moreover, she was petrified at the thought of these two goliaths tearing at each other over her. 

Over her? When the hell had she become a femme fatale?

Although Daniel was slightly leaner than Jordan, both young men were evenly matched physically. Jordan didn't lose his temper often, but when he did, folks gave him a wide berth. 

Conversely, Daniel was notorious for his temper. She'd remembered the bloody knuckles and black eyes he'd bring home as gifts to his mother whenever he'd decided to beat some poor slob into a pulp for some perceived slight. Those bloody knuckles and black eyes had lasted about a year. Thereafter, he was the one giving them away. He'd been sent to military school for his trouble.

Between the two of them a fight would be cataclysmic; and, Lula wanted to stop this before it even got started. She'd never have the strength to pull them apart if they ever decided to test each other's mettle. They'd kill each other.

Jordan's body visibly tensed at Daniel's challenging stance. He wanted to hit something — Daniel's smug face preferably — but anything would do at this point. 

He didn't like the way the jerk had talked to Lula or his implications about what they'd been doing when he'd interrupted them. However, more irritatingly, he was decidedly unhappy about being interrupted and Lula's attempts to minimize their kiss.

"You know, if you aren't going to apologize to Lula for basically treating her like she's some kind of lazy tramp, maybe I'm the one to teach you some manners." Jordan rounded, his anger reaching critical levels.

"Oh, well, you're welcome to try...let's go," Daniel taunted as he crooked his finger in Jordan's direction, challenging him to step up and take a beating. 

"Oh, the hell you will," Lula interrupted, clearly reaching the point of critical mass herself.

She raised her voice in order to get both men's undivided attention, "Neither of you two are going to do anything...do I make myself clear? Lift one finger and I swear to God I'll tell both our mothers, and your father, Jordan. You do not want my mother on your ass...trust me!" 

Lula finished her threat by seizing the courage, or insanity, to step in between the two men. Neither man wanted to take the risk of hurting Lula or incurring the wrath of Caroline. 

An uneasy détente had been reached without bloodshed. However, it was a silent procession formed by the unhappy three as they marched back up the path to the house. 

Daniel's brooding silence was palpable as he struggled to clear his dark thoughts with each step he took back to the house. Lula, incensed at the possessive behavior of the two men, one of which had absolutely no claim to her whatsoever, gritted her teeth and dug her nails deep into her palms in an effort stay calm. Jordan, in all his dark and imposing glory, brought up the rear. 

The striking black man was determined to finish whatever Daniel started and madder than hell that Lula had stopped him from "teaching" Daniel some manners. White man or not, Daniel had no reason to talk to Lula like she was a disobedient dog; and, in truth, Jordan had been shocked at Daniel's viciousness. 

He'd never believed Emma's son capable of haughtiness or cruelty until today. Jordan was determined to make sure that none of it was visited on Lula while he was with her. 

Back at the house, the three made half-hearted attempts to hide their contempt for their respective tormentors. The tension was so thick that Jordan didn't even need to make up an excuse for Lula's unexplained absence. 

Both Caroline and Emma were simply relieved that all three of them had made it back to the house without killing each other by the looks each of them were giving the other. Try as they might, in the presence of the two intimidating matriarchs, the trio's unpleasant mood was impossible to hide, especially when Lula realized that Justine was still a plague among them. 

There was going to be a full table for dinner; Lula grimaced. Both Justine and Jordan had been invited to stay for dinner and neither had dared miss the opportunity to spend time with the respective object of their affections. 

Jordan had stopped by so that he could visit Lula and ask to be her escort to the July Fourth shindig at the Carven home. It was an invitation Caroline was happy to accept on her daughter's behalf. 

Justine, who had wasted away the better part of the afternoon helping Emma with various chores around the house in preparation for the July fete, used the lateness of the day as an excuse to call her father and let him know that Daniel would be dropping her off at the house after dinner. No, "Papa Farewell" wasn't to wait up for her — she'd be along directly. 

As both Justine and Lula set a formal table, each trying to be polite and avoid the other, Lula realized that this was the third meal in a row that she wasn't going to be enjoying. She silently prayed that nothing "eventful" would happen that would cause yet another "incident" during mealtime.

Daniel eyed the two young ladies as he tried to ignore Jordan's glowering stare. He cursed under his breath, angrier at himself and his short temper than Jordan. 

He'd witnessed the intimate and otherwise innocent moment between the two and had begun to burn with irrational jealousy -- a jealousy that had fueled the confrontation with Lula and Jordan. Instead of simply waiting for the awkward moment to pass, like an ass he'd used Lula's perceived laziness as an excuse to confront the two. 

A true gentleman, Jordan had defended his damsel in distress, an action that served only to further fill Daniel with more irrational jealousy and rage. He hated himself for letting those feelings overtake him. 

Although he was well aware that he was being fickle and a hypocrite, he couldn't help himself for wanting to rip Jordan to shreds for touching her. Lula wasn't supposed to kiss Jordan. She was meant to kiss...some other man. Her sweet lips belonged to...some other man.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Daniel muttered to himself as he continued to watch Justine and Lula attempting to get along for the first time in a long time.

"I made my choice...I'm with Justine now. So why can't I just let this be? What the hell am I doing?"

Shaking his head, Daniel resolved to sit down to another unpleasant meal and somehow apologize to Jordan and Lula for his behavior. He knew he owed Lula a hell of a lot of apologies for unrevealed sins he'd committed against her. 

Watching Jordan take what he'd so frivolously thrown away made him sick inside. Realizing that he'd slept with Justine just to prove some ridiculous point to himself was even worse. 

Whatever Justine was, she didn't deserve to be used as a place marker. Jordan didn't deserve to be threatened for taking care of the woman he was too much of a coward to claim for himself. Most of all, Lula didn't deserve to be jerked around by the capricious whims of an immature ass who didn't have the backbone to simply face the sour truth. 

The man in Daniel knew he owned all three of them -- even his new faux girlfriend, Justine -- an apology. The boy in him didn't want to believe that he owed anyone anything.

but that was his demon to wrestle...wasn't it?

He'd apologize; he'd apologize to Lula and Jordan with as much sincerity as his male pride would allow. He'd make it up to Justine somehow. He'd made his choice, even if it was the wrong one. 

He was so tired of making bad choices. 

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Raleigh, North Carolina— July 4, 1941

As always, the Carven Fourth of July celebration was a success, even with the dark thunderclouds between Lula and Daniel -- post-apology. Somehow both had managed to stay out of each other's way for the previous four days after the initial forty-eight hours of bickering. 

Sometime between the horrific confrontation at the tree house and the party, Lula had managed to find a beau in Jordan. Worse still, Lula had done the impossible. She'd blossomed even more than he'd ever imagined was possible. 

Somehow the confrontation had made her more poised, mature and distant. And as a further turn of the knife, Lula now regarded Daniel's presence with marked disinterest. 

For two straight days after their last confrontation, Lula had straightened up her act and taken on the responsibility of assisting the elder matriarchs of the Carven household. She'd gladly taken the responsibility of doing all of the "heavy lifting"— cleaning, dusting, weeding the garden, trimming the rose bushes and cooking. 

Neither Emma nor Caroline would dare trust any caterers to adequately attend to the affair. All of the pies, custards, side-dishes and smoked-meats were prepared on the premises. 

Daniel had been put in charge of barbecuing and smoking the meat. However, Lula, who had miraculously set aside her disappointment and anger with Daniel, insisted on seasoning everything and assisting him with making sure that the meats were cooked to perfection.

During the entire time she was with Daniel, she'd limited her conversations with him to strained cordial small-talk. The freeze-out was driving him crazy. Lula pretended not to notice; eventually she didn't have to pretend. 

Apology notwithstanding, she'd gotten the message loud and clear. Daniel had moved on and so should she. 

Daniel's date to the party, Justine Farewell, performed her duties as hostess-elect as if her future depended on it. At least in Justine's mind, it did. 

Floating from one guest to another, making sure to exchange pleasantries even with the colored "guests" who'd been invited to the gala, Justine had become the center of attention. Everyone who'd had the good fortune to encounter her courteous demeanor patted Daniel on the back and congratulated him on a fine catch.

"Congratulations, young man," one tipsy reveler blustered with conspiratorial glee as he grabbed a reluctant and irritated Daniel by the hand and pumped vigorously, "You've managed to land yourself the prize filly of Wake County. Looks, brains, money, charm and experienced: what more could a fella ask for in a woman?"

Daniel shrugged off the back-handed compliment with more than mild annoyance. He understood how these parties ended on the Fourth — everyone eventually had a little too much to drink and everyone inevitably said something they'd wished they'd never said.  

He watched with mild interest as Justine "worked" the crowd. She shook hands when presented with the raw paws of older gentlemen with lecherous eyes. She laughed appropriately, concealing a distinct discomfort, when confronted with awkward, inappropriate jokes from red-faced drunkards who insisted on telling her dirty jokes because, "she was just the type to appreciate them."

As much of an effort as Justine made that day to dispel her reputation as a "tarnished angel," there weren't many men who were buying the "new respectable" Justine Farewell. It was not for lack of trying on the heiress' part.

Daniel actually felt sorry for her, especially because he intended to tell her that he wasn't quite sure he'd be able to give her what she wanted. Over the past few days, it seemed that Justine expected him, a ring and respectability in that order. 

It had been less than a week and her desperation to change her status from Justine Farewell to the future "Mrs. Daniel Carven" was palpable. Her over exaggerated graciousness with everyone who insisted on commenting on the "handsome couple" bordered on pathetic. 

Given the stock from whence she came: a wealthy dysfunctional family with a distant cold mother, an overbearing alcoholic stepfather and an irresponsible brother, Daniel couldn't blame her for wanting out of that glass menagerie. Especially on days like today.

At least once he'd spied his date in a corner with her inebriated stepfather, who in fact had come to the party drunk, if truth be told. She looked decidedly uncomfortable, almost embarrassed in his presence. 

Any other observer who didn't know the relationship between stepfather and daughter would have been uncomfortable. The main reason for this discomfort was that "Papa Farewell's" hands had a nasty habit of wandering. His rough paws would routinely find their way to Justine's arm, or her leg, or her back only to linger seconds longer than they should. 

Daniel frowned at the spectacle and almost interrupted the two but was himself interrupted by another invitee. Another appreciative, inebriated guest had insisted on pumping Daniel's hand and congratulating him for snaring such a fine woman. When he'd turned back to find Justine, she was headed back over to his side, her unflappable smile concealing something unquestionably disconcerting.

He was about to question his escort about the awkward moment when he noticed Justine's attention was turned back in the direction of her father. The red-faced man was now approaching Lula with a look in his eye that Daniel decided he definitely didn't like. 

Apparently, he and Justine were of the same mind. Before he could excuse himself to the cool blonde, she'd already left his side walking purposefully over to the two and calling out Lula's name. Daniel detected a bit of panic distorting her usual lilting tone.

"Oh, Lula...darling, there you are. You have simply got to come over here and talk to Mrs. Horace," Justine called out as she waived to get Lula's attention.

"She insists that I made those marvelous peach pies...I'm happy to take the credit, sugar, but I don't know the first thing about cooking. Would you mind giving this sweet woman the recipe? She's right over there." 




Homecoming Ch. 09



The rising panic in Justine's voice was disconcerting to both Lula and Daniel who stole confused looks. Justine continued to pretend that she needed to speak to her new "best friend" as she intercepted her stepfather and swept Lula away from the drunkard. Inexplicably, she took a protective stance between Lula and the Farewell patriarch.

"Just what the hell was that all about?" Daniel wondered as he watched Justine and a confused Lula disappear into the crowd, the façade of the perfect hostess once again donned by the beautiful heiress. 

Daniel shrugged with indifference. He'd let her pretend for tonight. Then they'd have a talk.

Although Justine played the part of the front-man, greeting guests and pretending to be the lady-heir to the Carven household, Emma, Caroline and Daniel knew that the title belonged to Lula. On the other hand Lula seemed content to sit in the background and allow her childhood nemesis to take most if not all of the credit for her work. 

Lula simply couldn't have cared less about Justine or Daniel's newly enhanced relationship. Instead, she seemed content to be entertained by Jordan's attempts at wooing her. 

Daniel watched their exchanged displays of affection with thinly disguised disgust. For the hundredth time that day, he cursed himself for the fool that he was to push her away. 

However, even without Justine on his arm, Daniel was still convinced that Lula was better off with Jordan. She deserved a better man than he'd been these past few days. The incident at the pond proved as much.

Conversely, Jordan was a man content beyond measure. He arguably had the most fetching girl at the event on his arm and she was content to allow him to fawn over her without making him look like a simpering adoring sop. 

At least twice during the day, she'd allowed him to hold her hand and kiss her tenderly on the cheek; and at least once during the day she'd kissed him back with genuine affection. It wasn't a declaration of undying love, but it was a good start.

It was clear that both Justine and Lula were the belles of the ball. However, Lula's light seemed to shine brighter, because her manner was genuine. The fact that she'd decided to don attire more appropriate for her newly formed feminine curves didn't hurt either. While Justine had decided to wear a lacy, white frilly affair that showed off her flawless, milky skin and her burnished coloring, Lula had opted for more subtle elegance. 

Lula had chosen to wear a lemon-yellow, A-line halter dress with a fitted bodice. The frock modestly displayed her trim waist and feminine curves. She'd also pulled her hair back and secured the copper-tinged tresses with a simple, yellow, satin ribbon. 

Lula's long, toned legs caught the eye of practically every male at the event in simple, sling-back sandals. The choice in footwear was preferable to the kind of platform, open-toed affairs that Justine had chosen to sport. Justine's shoes made it virtually impossible to safely negotiate the Carven estate grounds. 

Jordan eyed his catch with pride; Daniel watched her with regret. Even though he was struggling to be the "better man," Daniel couldn't bare to watch the newly-formed couple. He ground his teeth in frustration every time Jordan tenderly touched Lula's arm or casually slipped his arm around her waist. The handsome shop-owner's son was the envy of most of the men at the picnic. 

Notwithstanding the occasional jealous grumblings from Daniel, the Fourth of July gala seemed to be rounding out as a resounding success. At the end of the day, all of the guests, black and white, gathered on the front lawn of the estate to watch the annual Carven pyrotechnic display, which took place on a barge in the middle of the Carven estate's pond. 

Inebriated party revelers who'd taken advantage of Emma Carven's generous supply of peach wine and homebrewed beer, stumbled onto the green carpet of grass, plunking themselves down wherever their feet gave way. Emma Craven was a woman who took her celebration of independence seriously. She spared no expense when it came to providing fireworks and accompanying entertainment. 

For this reason alone, the diverse group of invitees mingled together in an uneasy truce from the specter of segregation — an institution for which Emma had little patience in light of her own history with racism. For one night during the hot summer month of July, in this special place, black and white acted as though color was not a factor. 

As the final event got underway, Daniel got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was missing. Lula was missing. What's more, Jordan was missing as well. 

Daniel didn't know why this observation bothered him so much. He'd made his choice even if it appeared to be the wrong one, an assessment with which Emma Carven had whole-heartedly agreed. The fact that Lula and Jordan had stolen off to find some alone time together shouldn't have bothered Daniel — but it did. 

Searching for Justine in the crowd, Daniel decided he needed a pretense to walk the premises in search of the wayward couple. He'd just make sure that nothing "fishy" was going on between the two. 

He couldn't be with her as her lover; but as her "brother" he'd be damned if he'd let anyone take advantage of her. At least that was the lie he told himself as his demeanor became more frustrated the longer he searched for his alibi. 

By the time he spotted Justine, laughing and flirting harmlessly with a group of young men on the front lawn, Daniel had worked himself into a state. Although he tried to act nonchalant, Justine knew that something was troubling her handsome beau to distraction. 

It took all of the patience and poise Justine could muster when she discovered the source of his irritation. Lula had gone off missing with Jordan.

"Justy, darlin'...you haven't seen Lula and Jordan by any chance, have you?" Daniel inquired failing miserably at his attempt to sound disinterested.

"My mother and Caroline are looking for her and I said I'd ask around to see if anyone had seen where she had gone off to?"

Justine rolled her eyes in disgust. Luckily the darkness of the evening hid her expression of frustration.

"Don't you mean where Jordan and Lula have gone off to?" Justine replied, making sure to emphasize the fact that the woman was surely not alone.

"Why don't you let her be for a change Daniel, sugar?'" Justine continued as she smiled thinly and relished pointing out the obvious.

"Lula is Jordan's problem now and I am sure he is more than capable of handling her without your efforts...he's been doing that for at least the past four years anyway," Justine's tone was patronizing and exasperated in its delivery.

"Maybe its time you let nature take its course. Lula and Jordan make a beautiful couple. I for one am ecstatic that's she's finally found someone who cares about her and will take care of her. Darlin', sometimes women need to be taken care of by a man -- even strong women."

Her words were rational but her voice laced with cyanide and sarcasm. 

Daniel glared at Justine before reining in his anger and attempting to soften his tone. He didn't quite understand where "protective" Justine from earlier in the day had gone. Wherever she was, it was clear that the cold, prim, catty Justine had returned with full force. Daniel mentally rolled his eyes at the calculating southern bell.

Just what exactly had he seen in her other than a beautiful face and body? He knew she had vulnerable guarded moments, but staring at what he knew was a viciously smirking Justine, he was want to find a trace of that vulnerability.

"Well, Justine, hon, I am not too sure Mamma Corning would like to know that her daughter is letting nature take its course with some guy on the Fourth of July." Daniel fought to keep strained civility in his voice.

Justine huffed, prodding him further, "Why, Daniel, just what did you think I meant when I said that? Surely you didn't think I meant that Jordan and Lula were getting to know each other like you and I know each other?"

Daniel's jaw muscles twitched at the thought of any man touching Lula like he'd touched Justine — the emotions were irrational under the circumstances but they were there none the less. Again, he realized what a pompous, hypocritical ass he'd been these past few days. There was bitter irony to be found in this situation. 

He'd wrongfully treated Lula as if she'd been behaving like a tramp. He intended to disregard a fledgling relationship with Justine after treating her like a whore, even if she didn't seem to mind. And, now it seemed that he was condemning these two women for behavior he himself had happily indulged. 

 Screwing around with your lover was just peachy, as long as Lula and some other guy weren't doing it. Even with his hypocrisy displayed so plainly to him, Daniel could not help behaving like a jackass when it came to Lula. 

Sensing Daniel's apparent displeasure at picturing his "pristine" Lula with that stunning specimen of a colored man, Justine cautiously cleared her throat before continuing, "Oh, Daniel darlin', Lula is old enough to kiss a boy and be kissed by a boy."

She grabbed Daniel's arm and began to stroking it calmly as she purred,"I hardly think that Jordan will take advantage of her...that is unless the poor girl throws herself at him. I mean, I did see her consuming an awful lot of wine this evening... then again I'm sure you noticed that too."

Justine mentally kicked herself for those last biting words. She simply couldn't help herself. 

She had nothing against Lula now that she was sure she had Daniel to herself. Unfortunately, she couldn't help but be threatened by the engaging woman, not when the stakes were so high for the diminutive beauty. A future with Daniel meant escape from him and his greedy roaming hands. The thought of it made Justine ill. 

Any perceived threat to her salvation brought out the beast in her. Tragically for her,in a misplaced need for self-preservation, she'd miscalculated and said the one thing she knew was sure to pull out the "protective brother" in the young man standing by her side.

That was all Daniel needed to get him moving. 

Grabbing the beautiful and bemused debutante roughly by the arm, Daniel muttered through gritted teeth, "Come on, Justine, we are going to find both of them."

Justine considered the thought of Daniel happening upon Lula and Jordan in flagrante -- discovered in a passionate embrace.

"That ought to be a sufficient wake up call for the oaf," she mused.

The selfish side of Justine simply couldn't understand why Daniel was so obsessed with his little surrogate, colored sister when there were more important matters to attend to — namely Justine Farewell. Besides, Daniel had to be crazy to expect Lula to turn down the advances of a man like Jordan. 

But for the fact that he was colored and she was enamored with Daniel, Justine would have jumped at the chance to be with him if the opportunity arose. Handsome, smart, loyal, well-liked, a consummate gentleman — what was there not to like other than the color of his skin?

Daniel was in no mood to play games with the blonde temptress who seemed inexplicably reluctant to take advantage of the opportunity to point out Lula's faults as she'd been doing with saccharine charm lo these past few days. Instead, he dragged the annoyed beauty down to the pond with him. His pace quickened with every act he imagined could transpire between Jordan and Lula.

It was bad enough that the memory of his dark-hued siren pleasuring herself on the shore at that spot was driving him insane. The very thought of another man taking liberties that he'd fantasized about indulging in with his heart's desire was eating him alive with jealousy. 

He was well aware of Jordan's good intentions. Reason notwithstanding something primal inside him couldn't help but be overly protective of the woman he'd so briefly considered his before wantonly throwing her away. 

Jordan may be the consummate gentleman, a perfect match for Lula. But what if he wasn't? What if Jordan hurt her the way he'd hurt the girl he'd considered his sister most of his life? At the irrational thought of some perceived danger to Lula, Daniel doubled his already quickened his pace, pulling an increasingly scared and confused Justine behind him.

God help Jordan if he caught them doing what he was imagining them doing at this moment -- what he was imagining him doing to her.

God help both him and Daniel.

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It had taken three failed attempts at misdirection before Lula and Jordan were able to slip away from the festivities and run down to the pond for a cool dip. Jordan had been hesitant at first, complaining that there were too many people and he'd not brought a bathing suit anyway.

After a few beers and a shared bottle of peach wine, Jordan's conservative resolve melted. He could never deny Lula something that she wanted. If she wanted to go swimming in the middle of her own Fourth of July party, then they would go swimming during the party. 

Lula's wants notwithstanding, he was anxious to get her alone. Every time she caught his eye she took his breath away, especially when she didn't know he was looking. Jordan was falling hard and fast for Lula and he didn't care who knew it.

The two snuck off hand-in-hand away from the rowdy revelers and down the well-traveled path to the old watering hole. Giddy from desire and alcohol consumption, Jordan followed a giggling Lula like a love-sick puppy. As he watched her lemon-yellow clad form disappear into the bushes, Jordan swore he'd died and gone to heaven.

He'd finally captured his heart's desire. He'd follow Lula to hell and back if she was the prize at the end of the journey. 

Jordan had no idea that Lula had decided that tonight she would be his prize. He'd had no idea until he'd caught up with Lula, just in time to witness a heart-stopping sight: Lula, standing at the water's edge -- naked with arms outstretched. 

When he had children of his own, after they'd grown into adults, Jordan would tell them of the day that the vision of his Lula, in all her glory, had almost brought him to his knees. 

Perhaps every man felt that way about his first love.



Homecoming Ch. 10



Props to Techsan for the editing job. Techsan, I am in awe of your patience and skills. Once again, I have to say that although Lt. Col. Vandervoort and his shattered ankle are entirely real, Daniel is pure fiction. 

For those of you who have stuck by this story, I thank you profusely for reading it and voting. For those of you just discovering this story, I'd ask you to read all the chapters and vote, vote, vote. 

Thanks again one and all.

Chapter 10

Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944

A life for a life: that had been the bargain Madame Renault had struck with God in the wee hours of the morning on D Day. She'd save the young soldier's life, not just because he'd saved hers, but because she truly believed that in doing so, the life of her own daughter -- a soldier with the French Resistance -- would be spared. 

Even in the face of reality, the lifeless body of her dead husband which had been removed from the kitchen floor and placed reverently in the small sitting room, the farmwoman was convinced that her Claire would return home to her. She'd made a bargain with God. She'd kept her end of it.

Notwithstanding the fact that saving the wounded soldier's life was a means to an end, Madame Renault's maternal instinct would not let her rest until she'd witnessed the medic deftly tending to her charge. She wouldn't be satisfied with anything less that saving the Lieutenant's leg. He'd probably walk with a limp, but there was no reason why he wouldn't be able to walk on his own two limbs. 

The farmwoman had patched many similar injuries with the skill of a field surgeon. Surely a trained medic could do the job just as well. She hovered over the medic, a Corporal barely out of his teens, barking out instructions to him in English sprinkled with French.

"Non, non...vous dois...you must take that off carefully...he's been bleeding," Madame Renault instructed pointing to the dark crimson bed sheets beneath the man she now knew as 1st Lieutenant Daniel Carven -- they'd finally made their introductions upon her return.

"Yes, ma'm...I think I can handle it from here," the besieged Corporal looked to his commanding officer, desperate for a respite from his assistant's overzealous attention to his newest patient.

Since the start of this day, the Corporal had seen quite a few fractures...and worse. Significant blood-loss notwithstanding, the Lieutenant was in pretty good shape. The first aid administered by the animated Frenchwoman had saved his life and probably saved his leg. 

Lt. Colonel Vandervoort looked on at the spectacle with guarded amusement. Clearly this farmwoman had the training of a seasoned senior medic and was frustrated that she had to leave her patient in the hands of some young, albeit qualified, kid. Hiding an appreciative grin in light of the circumstances, Vandervoort cleared his throat before speaking sternly to the Corporal.

"Corporal Gaffs," the Lt. Colonel gently admonished, "this good woman risked her own life to save one of ours...and she's done a damn fine job of it from what I can see."

Again, the Lt. Colonel looked down grudgingly at his own make-shift splint and then to the seemingly professional job on 1st Lieutenant Carven's leg -- a work of art performed by the Madame of the house.

"If I were you, I'd take advantage of having an extremely able assistant and listen to what she has to say. After all, the town isn't completely secured yet and I imagine you're going to have more patients than you can handle within the next few hours."

The commander grimaced at this admission. He knew that taking the town was one thing but holding it long enough to keep the Germans from barreling through in aid of their comrades on the beaches and precluding the Allied Forces from securing a deep-water port in Cherbourg was quite another. Without this port, the Allies would be severely hampered in bringing in badly needed reinforcements. The town had to be held at all costs.

So far, however, the liberation of Ste-Mere-Eglise, the first French town to hold that distinction on this day, had been a surprising success in light of everything that had gone wrong already. Thanks in good part to the efforts of the French Resistance whose job it had been to destroy all lines of communication, the Germans' ability to adequately spread the alarm as the invasion was underway had been severely handicapped.

However, another related matter hung unsettlingly in the commander's mind. Vandervoort frowned when he'd heard a stoic Lieutenant Carven introduce himself to his Florence Nightingale only a few moments before. He'd overheard the robust woman give her family name as she enthusiastically pumped Carven's hand, relieved to finally formally introduce herself to her guardian angel. The name, her name, sounded familiar.

Stepping up to the demanding woman who had now taken to forcibly removing the flustered Corporal's medical supplies from his hands in order to pantomime exactly what he needed to do in order to save Carven's leg, Vandervoort touched Madame Renault's arm to get her attention.

"Excuze-moi. Comment vous appelez-vous? Renault...Madame Louisa Renault?" the Lt. Colonel struggled with the language.

"Oui... Je m'appelle Louisa Renault. I am called Louisa Renault. Why do you ask?" the woman's eyes widened with what Vandervoort understandably perceived was apprehension.

The commander reached into his pocket to retrieve something before responding. His face was unreadable.

"There's something I need to tell you about your daughter...votre fille, Claire Renault," the imposing Lt. Colonel's eyes softened as he addressed the mother who'd already lost a great deal this day.

At the sound of her child's name, Madame Renault's heart leapt. But her side of the bargain with God had been kept...had it not?

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Raleigh, North Carolina— July 4, 1941

A goddess of moonbeams and velvet midnight sky -- Lula stood before Jordan at the water's edge. The soft, deliciously smooth curves of her naked body were on display for his eyes alone. What had he done to deserve this gift? More importantly, would he accept it?

Jordan was at a crossroads -- accept his childhood sweetheart's offer at his own peril or behave like the gentleman his father and mother had always raised him to be and spare them both awkward regret. Staring at the embodiment of beauty before him, Jordan knew what his choice would be. He was only a man. He was only made of flesh and blood after all.

"Jordan, come on...what are you waiting for? You've always been a sissy about cold water," Lula teased, her arms outstretched toward him

She seductively beckoned him to follow her, like the Sirens in Homer's Odyssey; those mythical beguilers of mariners whose beauty and melodic voices led men to their watery doom. Even though it was Lula who was calling him into the water and not a temptress of mist and fantasy, like those ancient mariners, Jordan knew his fate had been sealed from the moment she'd suggested they steal away to go skinny dipping. 

They weren't kids anymore; Lula was well aware of the affection Jordan had for her. He'd been unable to think of little else but her since their kiss under the oak tree. 

Sensing his hesitation, Lula turned away from him and plunged into the water. She swam far out to where she knew she could plant her feet on a sandbar; the water reached the bottom of her lip, but she didn't have to tread water. 

She'd done this in order to allow the water to recover some of the modesty that she'd relinquished. She'd guessed that her reluctant swimming partner would feel more comfortable if he couldn't see all of her. The strategy had worked.

Jordan gasped when Lula's flawless form disappeared beneath the shimmering, inky waves. He'd not had enough time to drink in the vision her body had afforded his eyes. The sight of her standing in front of him a few seconds earlier was like a drug to him -- an addictive stimulant. 

His body responded before his mind could tell him to think things through. He'd nearly broken his neck in an effort to shed his own clothes and join her in the cool, bracing waters.

Contrary to Justine's earlier tales, Lula was decidedly inexperienced. Her first sexual encounter with a man was still fresh in her memory. Her evening with Daniel had opened the door to her desire for an intimate relationship with someone for whom she cared deeply. If that someone could not be Daniel, she would have to love someone else.

As much as she thought she wanted this, she'd been ill-prepared for the sight of Jordan, gloriously nude and strolling unabashedly into the water to join her. She could not pull her eyes away from the sight of masculinity personified and, from what she could make out from her sandbar, aroused.

As he approached the water's edge, Jordan could sense that Lula was staring; however, with her back to the moon, Lula's face was hidden in silken shadows. From her vantage point, Lula had the advantage of being the spectator in a moonlit theater with the shoreline serving as the stage. 

Every emotion on Jordan's face was as naked for the world to see as his own perfectly chiseled form. Watching the portrait of masculine beauty enter the water and swim towards her, Lula felt a tinge of guilt tugging at her heart. 

Was this what she'd been waiting for? Was he what she'd been waiting for? Lula knew that soon, the answers to those questions would be irrelevant. She'd invited him to take her; he'd accepted the invitation. 

She couldn't blame her desire on the peach wine even though it had served as liquid courage to motivate her to make the first move on Jordan. She couldn't even blame Daniel's open hostility and indifference towards her; Daniel had been trying hard not to be such an ass lately and had made quite a show of his affections for Justine -- the new woman in his life. Lula could only look to her own emotions and needs if she needed to blame anything for this impetuous behavior.

If kissing Jordan under the oak tree had revealed anything to her, it revealed that Daniel wasn't the only man who could arouse sensual stirrings in her. She couldn't deny that her feelings for Daniel were still very deep; every lustful look he stole at Justine was like a knife in her heart. She couldn't deny that she'd hoped that Daniel would be her first; but it was clear to her now that such fantasies were madness -- Daniel didn't want her in that way and he was convinced that it was wrong. 

How could she enjoy being with Daniel if it only served to fill him with bitterness and regret? 

Jordan had created a stirring in her that was different from the stirring that Daniel had created -- different, but not altogether less erotic or strong. Daniel's flame burned hot, wanton and reckless; Jordan's burned steady, temperate and strong. Both men were desirable; only one was obtainable. 

Jordan was safe passion. Jordan was a rock. Lula was through beating her head against a wall.

In a few seconds, Jordan would be upon her. Lula swallowed a small lump in her throat in anticipation of the inevitable. She shivered and lightly chattered her teeth as she tread water; it was not the chill of the pond that had pricked her skin with goose bumps. 

The consummate athlete, Jordan had caught up with Lula in just a few effortless strokes. He stood to his full height, his feet touching the bottom and the water just a few inches below his chin. Slipping a strong arm around Lu's waist, he supported Lu and pulled her to him until her lips were just a breath away from his.

His hand rested on the curve of her lower back; the length of their bodies pressed against each other. She felt good against him -- every inch of the woman she had become molded to his frame. He could feel her heart pounding inside her chest; he could hear the soft wisps of breath escaping her lungs -- shallow puffs of air quickening in rhythm with her heartbeat. She was clearly aroused.

His own enthusiasm pressed sure and strong between them; his intentions made obvious by the physical manifestation of his arousal, an arousal that not even the icy waters could belay. Every fiber of his being wanted to dive into her gentle embrace; to cling to her and inside her and never let her go. He thought his heart would burst with need.

"Lu, darlin'," Jordan's voice could hardly contain his want even though he was careful to speak softly and slowly, "I'm not sure I want to stop whatever is happening here tonight, but I will if you're not ready. We don't have to do anything more than swim." 

Touched by his display of self-control, Lula took his face in her hands in response, "Jordan, if I didn't want to be here with you now, I wouldn't. I promise you, I know what I want tonight -- right here, right now."

As if to emphasize her point, Lula wrapped her legs around Jordan's powerful frame and squeezed her thighs together. The carnal man in Jordan leapt in response. Impossibly, the erection that pressed against their bellies stiffened still. 

More surprisingly, Lu was fascinated and intrigued by this response and reached down between them to touch the thick, smooth member. What her eyes could not see beneath the water's surface, her hand comprehended as beautiful. 

She'd made the right choice. Jordan was the man to whom she was meant to give herself. She was sure of it. Jordan loved her beyond measure and she truly loved him. 

But did she love him enough to forget another set of steel-gray eyes that had pierced her soul every night for the past four nights in her dreams?  

Jordan could make her happy, as she could him.

But would she be as happy as she could have been with Daniel?

Overcome by lust, Lula shook off these troubling doubts. There was no reason, not one, for her to consider abandoning her attentive paramour for a man who obviously didn't want anything to do with her in that way. She could make Jordan happy. She would make him happy. 

Besides, she was horny as hell -- a fact that the practical side of her refused to let her forget. 

Apparently, Jordan's own need was as pressing as hers. Lula could barely catch her breath when Jordan pulled her into a lingering kiss, deeper and more intense than the first one they'd shared under the majestic old oak. She had no intention of reasoning away the emotions behind this kiss. 

Instead, she responded in kind, her soft tongue urgently insisting on entrance into his mouth. Jordan was happy to oblige. He could not deny his Lula anything she desired -- more's the better if the object of that desire was him.

As their kiss deepened, the tentative battle being waged by their tongues took on a life of its own. Jordan's strong, capable hands held the face of his beloved as he willed their souls to meld through that one powerful kiss. The kiss was the beginning of the end for both of them. The kiss was the end of their innocent childhood relationship; it signaled the beginning of Lula's introduction to the tenderness that could be shared between two souls.

Her brief time with Daniel had introduced her to passion. This moment with Jordan had introduced her to the tenderness that was lovemaking. No guilt, no fear of rejection -- just the fulfillment of intimate desires unfettered from anxiety and shame. 

Lula wanted all these things -- love, passion, desire. She wanted them as any normal woman wants to be adored and loved. She wanted what Justine appeared to have in Daniel -- contentment.

Jordan pulled away from Lula and the kiss so that he could steal a glimpse of the beauty he'd had the unbelievably good fortune to claim as his own. The sadness he detected hanging between them like the delicate strands of a spider's web was discounted as Lula's reluctance to give up her last bastion of childhood security -- her friendship with Jordan. 

He'd make sure she knew that no matter what happened this night, he'd always be her friend. He'd never stop loving her. He simply didn't know how to stop loving her; he wasn't quite sure he wanted to learn such a cruel trick anyway.

"Lula sweetheart, I am never gonna make you do something you don't want to do. You'll always be 'My Lula' no matter what happens tonight or twenty years from tonight. I will always love you," he promised through a gaze drunk with lust but tempered with adoration.

Lula shivered involuntarily before raising her eyes to meet his with her confident reply, "Jordan, if I'd thought otherwise, the world would probably cease to turn. I trust you. I care for you. I want you and I want to make you happy."

The fact that Lula was unable to declare her undying love for him was not lost on Jordan. However, he reasoned with himself that he'd loved her all his life -- Lula was just getting used to the idea of loving him the same way he loved her; she was unfamiliar with the intimacy that they were about to share. He'd make sure he didn't mislay the trust she'd given him. As if to seal this promise to her, Jordan pulled Lula into another intimate embrace.

As he held his precious intended, he allowed his large, calloused hands to caress the smooth, liquid planes of Lula's back. His left hand came to the apex of the firm, sculpted flesh of her ass before pulling her nearer into his own hard form. Lula mewled with satisfaction in response and tightened the embrace her thighs held around his waist. 

They held each other in the cool July waters of the pond; each was captivated by the moment, ravenously devouring the other's lips in voracious desperation to release the coils of tension and desire squeezing their hearts. 

This was only the second time Lula had let a man touch her so intimately and the feeling of Jordan's flesh against hers had made her realize that she didn't want this time to be her last. Jordan was euphoric with the sweet anticipation of consuming all of Lula and losing himself in exploration of her. In that moment, there was no one else; there was nothing else, but them.

Jordan had waited a lifetime to feel the smooth, taut flesh of Lula's belly against his naked flesh. He'd dreamt of running his fingers through her copper-tinted coils and tasting parts of her that were hidden from the eyes of her other admirers. 

He'd come so far since taking that wooden bat to the head, courtesy of the eight-year old imp the woman in his arms had once been. 

Now, on this night, Jordan would consummate his promise of undying love to her. He would claim her and make her his; he'd turn the lie he'd told his admiring comrades into the truth. He'd make Lula Corning "Big Jordan's" girl. 

Lula wanted nothing more than to lose herself in Jordan's massive arms. She wanted and needed to taste his full, firm blossom of his lips; she wanted her tongue to taunt and lick the smooth flesh of his sculpted onyx chest. She wanted to consume him as much as she knew Jordan needed to consume her. 

As if capable of reading each other's minds, the newly formed couple, lost in the Eros of that seemingly endless July evening, began their insatiable exploration of each other. Lula placed both of her hands on either side of Jordan's face and pulled him into another kiss -- this one almost punishing in its force. 

Jordan responded in kind, his tongue once again demanding entrance to the tender trap of her sweet mouth. The hand that had so lovingly caressed the valleys just above Lula's derrière slipped lower to the soft folds of her clit where Jordan began gently stroking the supple, swollen petals of her entrance.

The sensation of Jordan's deft manipulation of her delicate womanhood forced Lula to throw her head back and emit a feral moan; her nails dug into the stone-carved flesh of Jordan's back as she fought to maintain a hold on reality. The familiar warmth between her thighs spread like a wildfire to her lower belly where it continued to feed itself -- stoking the pyres of a desire she'd wanted to release since the moment she'd invited Jordan to go swimming with her. 




Homecoming Ch. 10



Pulling herself back to reality, she captured Jordan's deep pools of brown with her own dark amber windows to her soul before returning her attentions to worshiping Jordan's manly beauty. With Jordan still supporting her -- their bellies pressed together with only his hardened intentions between them -- Lula began slowly rubbing her body against his as she traced imaginary lines from Jordan's jaw line to the hollow place just above his right collarbone. 

She rested her mouth on that hollow only long enough to nibble his smooth, hot flesh. From there Lula continued her oral exploration of his upper body, gently biting and teasing the already goose fleshed skin of his upper chest and then the side of to his neck...his chin...his lips. 

Jordan exercised superhuman restraint as he withstood Lula's gentle torture of his body. He wanted to crush her in an embrace; to raise her lithe body up and impale her on his throbbing need. Instead, the statuesque man stood stoically, like a Roman centurion, and took whatever torments Lula saw fit to reward him. 

He wanted her to lay claim to him as much as he needed to lay claim to her. The only signs he'd shown of melting his resolve were the occasional low, thick moans clawing their way out of his throat and tickling Lula's ear.

Lula was amazed that she could wield such power over any man, let alone a man as arresting as Jordan. She realized that Jordan was making a formidable effort not to lose control; Lula was impressed and aroused by his show of restraint. She decided to reward him for his labors.

Reaching between them, Lula wrapped her hands around the stiff, granite-hard shaft of Jordan's manhood, still impressively rigid even in the chilled waters. Her hands settled around the base and began stroking him as her lips found his once more. 

She pulled away only briefly to look into his eyes before she closed in for another taste of his soft, full lips. She wondered at this marvel of man before her; giving her everything and asking for nothing in return. 

His face, although strained with the unfulfilled need of his body, was majestic in its resolve; impossibly, his striking features were even more enchanting in the pale blue of the moon light. 

Coming up for another breath of air, she searched his eyes again for signs of approval or discomfort. She didn't know if she was touching him the way he wanted to be touched even though her fascination with the satin-smooth steel of his member had begun to border on an obsession for her. Her efforts at pleasing him were rewarded with another low, husky moan from the object of her attentions. 

Encouraged by these results, Lula continued her tactile exploration of his cock in earnest, enthralled by the responses she received just by stroking the impressive member. She wondered at the feeling of him in her mouth and began to salivate at the thought. 

Lula wanted to feel the length of him; to memorize each smooth ridge; to rub her slit against the silken mushroom head; to feel all of his considerable length inside of her. With the help of Jordan's efforts, her body had begun to make itself ready in response to the mental and physical demands she was making on his organ. Even with the lower half of her body submerged beneath the water, Lula could feel warm, slick, sweet cream escaping from her sex. 

Jordan could feel the core of Lu's eager body beckoning his attentions and nearly lost what little shred of self-control he'd managed to maintain when the supple body straddling his waist had begun rubbing itself rhythmically against the rough curls of his own sex. Unable to restrain himself any longer, the graceful goliath lifted his prize slightly, making sure to press her firmly against him, and prepared to join the two bodies in an attempt to put both of them out of their sensuous misery.

Sensing the impending and long-awaited confrontation with her own dark desires, Lula stared into the obsidian pools of Jordan's eyes. In the soft electric glow of moonlight, Lula could see the pain of sweet anticipation playing on his features. They had reached the point of no return; Lula was glad of it. 

Jordan raised Lula high enough so that he could sample the peaks and valleys of her breasts before he would bury himself to the hilt in her warmth. Taking great pains to trace one pert nipple with his tongue before slipping it into his mouth to suckle, Jordan was careful to pay each mound of her tender flesh the reverence it deserved. 

Lula moaned in response, a fine sheen of sweat slipping from her skin and coating her upper body despite the chill of the water. She hugged Jordan's head closer to her as he nipped lovingly at her buds, gently scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth before burying his face in her cleavage to allow his tongue the opportunity to taste the erotic delicacy of sweat on flesh.

Loosening her grip on him in order to pull his head back to gaze into his moonlit eyes once more, Lula's body shivered in anticipation. She could feel her belly sliding along his sleek, sculpted torso as Jordan carefully lowered her onto the thick head of his cock, guiding his member into her with uncanny instinct. She let loose another winsome moan as the broad tip pushed urgently between her folds seeking her moist inner warmth.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, Jordan, I don't think I've wanted anything as much as I want to feel you inside me right now," Lula managed as she struggled to allow her breathing to keep pace with her heartbeat.

It was only a tiny fib. There was only one other person she'd wanted just as much, if not more. But that was never going to happen -- that moment was passed. Instead, she'd love the partner who "brung her to the dance." 

There was a sense of contentment in that resolution. Jordan would never break her heart. He'd never treat her like dirt. He'd never forsake her for another. She could love Jordan as much as he loved her -- that was the promise she made to herself.

Jordan chuckled deeply at her blasphemous exclamation and nuzzled his head on her neck in order to feast on the soft, satin skin of her throat before jokingly questioning her, "Lula darlin', why is it we always want to scream out the good Lord's name when we're doing something the Lord probably wouldn't approve of?"

Kissing his forehead and returning his humorous banter, Lula laughed softly in reply, "Baby, right now I feel like I'm touching a god...so I guess it's fitting to pay your respects to the one who made us able to feel this way." 

Spurred on by Lula's amorous encouragement, Jordan carefully lowered his lover onto his column with painstaking patience, allowing himself to be consumed by her depths -- slowly, carefully. He took great pains to ensure Lula's comfort for he knew that she'd suffer the pains of agony before they reached the heights of ecstasy. He was certain she was still a virgin. 

He'd barely slipped the smooth, substantial width of his head into her when both were startled out of the intensity of their lovemaking by a sharp pop, followed by a bone shattering explosion before they were illuminated by diamonds of purple and blue fire. The fireworks had begun.

For a moment, the intensity of the situation was broken by the poetic cliché that had interrupted them. Both chuckled, realizing the cosmic joke that had been played on them even though they were anxious to recapture the mood.

"Jordan, I do declare," Lula grinned slipping into a perfect imitation of a deep southern drawl, "did you do all that? Why, we haven't even started yet!"

The young man laughed easily in response before pulling her into another kiss, "Sweetheart, hold your applause. Just wail til you see what I have in store for the grande finale."

In spite of the situation, both broke out into a light-hearted giggle before preparing to return their attentions to more pressing matters. Just as suddenly as the humorous moment came, it passed; for a few seconds they were thrown back into the reality of their situation. She was keenly poised to give her innocence to him; he was honored to be given such a precious gift.

Jordan had lowered his prize a few heartbeats further down his shaft when the second explosion lit up the night sky. Lula opened her eyes to watch the kaleidoscope of color play on Jordan's face and the sparkling waters behind him. She'd thought no moment could be more perfect than this moment in his arms. No man could love her more than this man ready to accept the gift she'd given. No man could...

 Baby...look at me.

Oh, God, no one could make her writhe in ecstasy like he could.

...I want you to watch me taste you...

Would thoughts of him and that night never cease their torment of her?

...I want you to see how good you taste...

She would not let him ruin her for another more willing heart.

...how sweet...how much I...

Her eyes were playing tricks on her. 

The conjuring of these memories of him and that fateful night could not have materialized into the mocking reality standing on the shores behind Jordan. The amphitheater created at the waters edge, now lit by celebratory blossoms of fire, must be playing tricks on her. Lula blinked once...twice. The vision remained, standing on the shore -- a god of thunder and lightening -- a force of nature in its own right.

And the only thing that seemed to be holding back this force was the slip of a woman in a white linen dress, tugging urgently on the sleeve of the wall of fury made of flesh.

"Daniel?" Lula whispered into the ear of a clearly confused Jordan who had been jolted out of passion's throes not by the calling out of another man's name, but by the mixture of fear and confusion in Lula's voice.