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Something Old

By: Bella Dark



"Damn, damn, damn!" Bridget thought as she tried to zip the back of her wedding dress. The zipper was stuck mid back and wouldn't budge any higher.

"Bridget dear, do you need any help?" a velvety voice with a slight British accent called from outside the bedroom door. Only one person could have a voice that soothing, Charlie's favorite Aunt Lucinda.

"Um…just a minute," Bridget called as she stumbled to the door, still trying to yank up the zipper with her left hand. She opened the door to a stunning woman with cropped black hair. She was sophisticatedly dressed in cream-colored crepe pants with a taupe silk camisole that showed off her slender shoulders and small breasts.

"See, I've brought you some champagne to calm your nerves," said Lucinda holding up two glasses brimming with golden bubbly, almost the exact shade of Bridget's long, blonde hair.

"Thank you, Lucinda. I could use some help." She willingly accepted the glass.

"Call me Aunt Cin, or better yet, just Cin please," she smiled wickedly as she swept into the room. "No one calls me Lucinda," she gave a soft laugh. "Now what seems to be the trouble, my love?"

"This dress fit perfectly two weeks ago, but now I can't quite get it zipped up all the way," Bridget exasperated, turning so that Cin could see. 

"Well don’t fret dear, we have plenty of time before the portrait artist arrives, and I'm sure Cathy and Carolyn can entertain him in the garden until you are a vision of loveliness."  Bridget smirked at the thought. She'd seen Charlie's younger twin sisters in action. That artist didn't stand a chance against two voluptuous eighteen-year-old girls.  

Cin walked around the canopy bed to the wardrobe and riffled through the drawers. "I think I have just the thing to solve the problem."

"It's so beautiful here, it's like a dream." Bridget leaned against the soft, over-sized bed, trying not to wrinkle her dress. "Thank you so much for letting us have the wedding here. I only wish Charlie's mom could be here for the wedding." 

Cin turned to her with a slight sigh. "I know she would have adored you." She leaned in closer to Bridget. "Now close your eyes my pretty and turn around." Bridget smiled and obeyed. Cin placed her soft, warm hands expertly on Bridget's shoulders, kneading the Bridget's tense muscles as she moved them slowly across her shoulder blades. The intimate gesture made Bridget lose herself in a slight moan. "Relax, my sweet, you need to be glowing for your wedding portrait," Cin slowly unzipped the dress, exposing Bridget's well toned, tan back.

"Aren't we supposed to be getting me into to the dress, not out of it?" Bridget breathed as Cin's fingers traced the goose bumps forming on her spine.

"Trust me," Cin whispered in her ear. "Step out of the dress." Bridget heard the delicate fabric rustle as she gingerly lifted her long legs up, one at a time. Cin quickly hung the gown on the closet door and returned her attentions back to Bridget's supple, young body. She smiled to herself as she realized Bridget's eyes were still closed. "This one will serve Charlie well," Cin thought as she reached for a silk scarf.

"Now listen to me carefully," said Cin. "I'm going to blindfold you. What I'm going to give you is very special. In order for you to appreciate its full beauty, I want you to experience it first with your sense of touch. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Cin," Bridget said. Her mind was reeling.  What is going on here? Why am I standing here in only my panties in front of Charlie's aunt? Should I stop this? She knew that those soft hands on her skin would not let her say stop, even if she wanted to. Her body was aflame, and she felt the familiar throb of her clit aching to be touched. The scarf encircled her head and Cin tied it tight.

"Now let me look at you," Cin cooed. "You have a lovely ass." She cupped one of the exposed cheeks firmly, appreciating the meatiness. "I think it's begging to be spanked!" Bridget drew in her breath sharply. "All in good time, my pet, all in good time. I have to inspect you thoroughly first." She turned Bridget around, by tugging on the white satin thong.

"Ah, what large, breasts you have," said Cin as she cradled them in both hands. "You Americans always seem to be over-the-top in everything." Bridget bristled as she felt Cin's hot breath roll across her already-erect, pink nipples. Another moan escaped her full lips.

"So easily amused, as well," Cin laughed softly.  Her hands followed the curve of Bridget's waist, over her slightly rounded stomach, and traced the skin just above the rim of Bridget's panties. "I think that I need to see everything. It must be the very best for my Charles." Cin grabbed the thong in her fist and yanked as hard as she could. The unexpected force of the fabric tearing off her body made Bridget's wet pussy swell. 

"That's much better," purred Cin. She knelt and spread the girl's tanned thighs further apart. Bridget's light brown hair was neatly trimmed in the shape of a heart. The scent of her cunt was a mingling of musk and honey. "Mmm…you smell good enough to eat." Cin glided her middle finger into the soft slit and brought them to her mouth. Bridget squirmed at the sudden contact against her clit. "Delicious." 

"Oh please!" Bridget cried, "Touch me please!"

"You must be an obedient wife to Charlie. Are you willing to do everything he tells you to do? "

"Yes", sighed Bridget. "Just please don't stop!"

"First you must be properly attired. Every bride should have a surprise waiting for her new groom. Lift your arms and hold up your hair please." Bridget did as she was told. She felt something soft, but sturdy brushing up against her waist. The garment fit just underneath her breasts, jutting them forward. It ended just below her hipbone. "Stay still Bridget while I adjust the laces." Suddenly Bridget felt the corset squeezing tight as Cin expertly laced up the back.

"It feels like leather!" Bridget exclaimed.

"It is, my sweet. You are truly a sight to behold. Look in the mirror," Cin said as she lifted the scarf from Bridget's eyes.

Bridget couldn't believe that it was her reflection in the freestanding full-length mirror. She ran her hands along the sides of the blood red leather corset. There were exotic flowers tooled into the leather with immaculate precision. Her breasts were pushed forward, and the exposure of her nipples seemed deliciously indecent. Her waist was an exaggerated hourglass, accentuating the mound of her ripe sex. She turned to see the satin red laces pulled tight and tied, her hips flaring out to reveal the curve of her ass, almost making a perfect upside down heart.

"I remember lacing Charlie's mother in this very same corset on her wedding day. She would want you to have it." 

"She wore this under her wedding dress?" Bridget gasped with disbelief.

"Charlie's mother was a very unique woman. She always liked to keep her lovers guessing." Cin moved in behind Bridget, letting her hands stroke lightly up and down the corset, gently brushing the tops of Bridget's hardening nipples. "With this gift, you'll have to carry on her legacy."

Bridget's brow furrowed at the thought. Truth be told, she was not a novice to the ways of love, but she held the vow of marriage to be sacred.

"But once I marry Charlie, he will be my only lover."

Cin laughed. "My pet," she said breathing again into Bridget's ear, "You are not married yet. And you will soon learn what marriage in this family means." Cin turned Bridget around by her shoulders and pushed her roughly back onto the luxurious bed. She quickly shed her shirt and slacks, exposing her small breasts and a mound of dark fur.  "Now, to see to that rosy glow!"

Bridget closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt her ass being lifted by the older woman's hands. Cin licked slowly up the inside of Bridget's thighs, teasing her, making Bridget squirm. The corset constricted Bridget's every breath as she gasped in pleasure. With the tightening corset, it felt like all there was a direct energy link between her nipples and her clit. Cin slowly licked her cunt letting her tongue dart into the swelling lips. Lapping the sweet, slick juice of Bridget's pussy.  

"Oh God, yes! Lick me you naughty bitch! Lick me!" Bridget cried as Cin's tongue flicked against her clit with rapid-fire speed. She pulled one hand free and fingered Bridget's swelling clit as she tongued her sweet hole.

Bridget clawed at her own nipples, bucking under the intensity of Cin's administrations. "Fuck me with your face! Fuck me!" She screamed not caring who would hear her.

Cin slipped three fingers into Bridget's cunt, sucking her clit hard while slamming her fingers in. Bridget was beyond speaking--only wave after wave of pleasure moans escaped her lips. She was falling and rising with the corset binding her to the brink of orgasm. Her body no longer under her control, she relinquished as Cin suckled her clit, biting the tender nub of flesh and releasing. When she slipped her entire hand in her slick pussy, Bridget exploded in orgasm, her cunt sending spasms against the clinched fist inside her. She felt she was being pulled and squeezed at the same time. The corset stuck to her sweaty flesh like a second skin. It closed in tighter like a vise, as Cin refused to stop. Her tongue lashing against Bridget's clit, her fist still pounding her hole vigorously. Panting in time, Bridget let her body slam back into Cin's fist engulfing her entire hand. Cin's skillful tongue continued to lap in succession with the thrusts, as another orgasm ripped through her.

This time Cin seemed satisfied with the slick juice dripping down her chin. She gently removed her hand, sucking every last drop off her fingers. Bridget lay spent as Cin straddled her hips. 

"There my love," she said running her fingers down Bridget's neck. "Now you are all aglow." She smiled as she rolled off of Bridget. Downstairs the doorbell rang followed by a tittering of giggling. "That would be the artist. It's best we get you back into your dress," she purred.

"Ah yes, my dress," Bridget said drowsily. She was high from their coupling and her thoughts floated gently to the surface of her mind. How will I explain this to Charlie? What kind of wife will I be?

"Never fear, my sweet. There are many secrets between women and men. I dare say even more between women and women," Cin said as if reading her mind. "Years from now, you will be able to fuel his fire with stories of your ribald youth. Treasure this gift," she said stroking the leather just underneath Bridget's left breast. "There is, I believe, magic in its laces. As if each encounter has tied itself up. It remembers, where those who wear it may wish to forget."

"I will wear it with pride Cin." Bridget leaned in kissing Cin deeply. She sucked Cin's lower lip gently pulling it into her mouth. Cin sighed.

"Ah my pet, you are a perfect match for my Charlie. Let's get you dressed before the twins dismantle that poor painter."

Bridget stood once more and stepped into her wedding gown. The stark contrast of the red leather against the white sateen thrilled her in a deliciously naughty way. Cin lifted the dress so she could place her arms through the short beaded sleeves. She was amazed how beautifully it fit as Cin zipped up the back. Thanks to my little secret, she thought. A smile crept to her lips. 

"I am glowing," she said as she twirled in front of the mirror.

"You are a true vision! Now come my pet, down to the garden. We shall be missed if we dally much longer." Cin said tucking her blouse into her crisp pants. "There are many more adventures waiting for you to discover."

Bridget turned, her face beaming. 

"Truly you are a blushing bride!" Cin took her hand and led her downstairs for all to see.  

Something Old...



(My thanks to Slavey for her editing help.)

*

As Julia walked into the room, my wife and I watched as her chest seemed to bounce in front of our eyes. It cost me a ton of money to not only reserve the penthouse of the swanky hotel we were staying at for our anniversary, but to fly Julia in from my wife's hometown as well. Luckily, I started saving up for this excursion about a year ago ever since my wife of ten years revealed to me that she had a brief lesbian fling with Julia before she ever started dating me. It took much stealth to start talking to Julia behind my wife's back and to engineer it so she could make a surprise visit during our anniversary weekend in Seattle. 

My wife had been nothing less than angelic in backing me up during the last ten years together through all the job changes, cross country moves and general nonsense I put her through. Now that we were living a better lifestyle, it was my desire to reward my wife for her faithfulness. We had never been that adventurous during our marriage and never had I thought of straying on her through it all. When our tenth anniversary was coming up, I thought about maybe pushing the envelope a little as a treat. That's where Julia falls in. 

Julia has been a closet bisexual ever since she and my wife graduated from high school. We talked to her through emails and Instant Messenger as she began the divorce proceedings from her cheating husband a year ago. The thought of flying her up to Seattle from Madison, Wisconsin seemed like a great present to help her unwind from the stresses of rebuilding her life. She also liked the idea of hooking up with my wife again after all this time as well. Julia sent me a few pictures to show how much she had grown since high school. Her breasts were natural and large. They looked like the kind a man could wrap around his dick and enjoy. Her ass was also nice and firm, perfect baby making hips. Her hair may have been dyed a different color than in high school, but it was apparent it was our Julia. 

As she turned towards us, she held out her arms and my shy wife ran to her like a long lost love. My wife's lips met Julia's and what started as a small peck at first became a deep romantic style kiss as if on cue. I was lost for a moment. My mind quickly started thinking about what ifs. What if Julia and my wife decided a man is too much of a hassle? What if Julia just took her away back to Wisconsin to leave me by myself? What if this whole idea of mine backfired? Although my face must have shown the doubt, another part of my anatomy was enjoying the scene before me as the two hot looking ladies made out. Julia's hands began to reach behind my wife's dress and unzip it like it was second nature while my wife's hands lifted the blouse out of Julia's skirt. 

Before I collapsed from the view, I turned around and bolted the door. The bolt itself sounded a little rusty as it clicked loudly startling the ladies. My wife turned towards me topless except for her sheer black bra. Julia's blouse was opened revealing her light blue bra that was sheer enough to show off her fantastically large areolas. As the sight before me was set in my mind for possible masturbation fodder later, my wife cleared her throat. "Darling, if you want to see more, I suggest you sit in the chair over there." 

As I started to walk over there, Julia chimed in. "Johnny, I appreciate you bringing me here to enjoy my darling Alesha, but could you give us a few moments to get reacquainted? I'll make it worth your patience, I assure you." I started to sit down gently before I walked over to the wine bucket. I poured out three wine glasses and set two of them on the end table before going back to my assigned seat for the show. By this time, Julia's blouse joined Alesha's dress on the floor as they were sitting on the bed kissing each other. I watched as Julia's hands went straight for the hooks behind Alesha's back. Effortlessly, they seemed to melt in Julia's hands as the material parted and Alesha's breasts came into view. They were already stiffened from arousal before Julia's face fell and her lips parted to suckle them. My wife's eyes flashed towards me as she smiled before a moan erupted from her throat. As her eyes fell towards me again, she whispered for me to disrobe quietly while Julia's head began to slide lower towards her abdomen. 

My wife lay back on the bed with her legs splayed open while Julia began to kiss the outside of her panties. Julia was methodical in her movements almost to the point where she knew the landmarks on my wife. Julia's tongue slowly traced up my wife's inner thigh before the fabric was merely pushed aside and Julia's tongue found its mark. Alesha moaned louder now as I sat back down, my rod already at full mast watching the scene before it. Alesha panted as she begged me to come to the bed. 

I walked over before Alesha whispered for me to stroke my cock for her. My hand slowly began to run up and down my length while I watched Julia's tongue dance along Alesha's delicate folds. Julia looked up and smiled at me when she saw what my cock was doing within my grasp as Alesha guided me towards her face. I started stroking faster before Alesha took my member into her mouth extremely slowly. I felt her take half of my length inside her before she moaned again from Julia's ministrations.

"Wanna taste?" Julia asked as Alesha moved me so I could feed her my cock while sampling her as well. As my tongue danced on the tip of her clit, Julia took a moment to remove my wife's panties before undoing her own bra. I looked at her and caught sight of her wonderful breasts before Julia leaned in and kissed me, our tongues exchanging our tastes of Alesha. I started moving so I could watch Alesha again sucking my cock while watching Julia tease Alesha by rubbing one of her erect nipples along her clit. I could feel how this was exciting Alesha as her moan caused my cock to vibrate within her mouth. 

It wasn't long before I watched Julia slide a finger deep inside my wife's pussy. Alesha began moaning more while my cock was inside her velvety mouth. I then felt something different as Alesha wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me into her. I was watching my shy wife transform into the nymphet that Julia seduced years before. My waist began pumping into her mouth before she took my cock out and commanded me to cum on her tits and her face. It was soon after that my cock exploded all over her. 

As she started moaning louder from Julia's tongue and finger, I watched as her back arched off the bed until she seemed to collapse. Julia began crawling up onto my wife as her tongue licked the results of my watching her. It was when she looked at me with my cum on her tongue while my wife looked at me that I realized I had nothing to worry about...except how the hell I was going to survive the weekend.



Something Old, Something New



Author's Note : This is a continuation of 'Denny, His Mom and Her Best Friend'. The reader might be wise to read that story prior to reading this one. 

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A new meaning for the word 'cougar' has been coined by a local newspaper columnist. She says that 'cougars are older women who hunt younger men'. Barbara Hoey was a cougar. After seeing her former student getting a blow job from her best friend who also happened to be his mother, she knew that she was going to seduce him. Ordinarily she would only secretly lust after the young studs in her classes but because she feared losing her job as a teacher she never acted on her feelings. That was about to change. 

Her friend Janet Mitchell's son, Dennis, was going to be a safe seduction. He was no longer officially her student although he had been just the previous year. Thus even if she was found out there could be no official sanctions taken against her. The boy was no longer a minor. His mother might be upset with her if she found out but she couldn't very well make noise about it since she couldn't risk exposing her own incestuous affair. 

That evening while having a soothing bubble bath, Barbara started planning her seduction. She was not too concerned about being successful as she had known the boy his whole life. 

She was so close to his mother that she had been pleased as punch when Janet had asked her to be Dennis' godmother. She had baby-sat the youngster until he reached twelve. In fact she had only stopped baby-sitting him when she became aware that he was infatuated with her. His puppy-dog eyes had started to follow her every movement and she became increasingly uncomfortable as he reached puberty. She even thought she had detected erections the last couple of times she had helped out her friend. 

Janet and she would lounge around on weekends and she would catch the boy ogling her more and more as he passed through his awkward teenage years. Although she recognized that he was growing up she had never thought any lascivious thoughts due to the fact that he was still just a little boy and more importantly he was her best friend's son. However, when he was placed in her senior Math class last year, she had started to realize that he was developing into a young man. 

Still she was careful not to do anything foolish. She had too much to lose. Besides that there were lots of handsome young studs around town since this was after all a college town. 

She recognized that she had a lot in common with these young men. The most important wish for a young man is to get laid as often as possible. Barbara was likewise inclined. She wasn't interested in getting married which was a relief to them. They certainly weren't ready for kids. Neither was she unless they were in the eighteen to twenty-five age group. 

Perusing these thoughts, Barbara' hands had started to fondle her breasts and to play with her clitoris. The picture in her mind of Janet sucking Dennis' rock- hard cock made her increase the tempo of her stroking as she caressed her own sex organs. 

She wasn't sure that it was just the thought of Dennis' prick that had her so aroused. She recognized that she had always found her best friend extremely beautiful and desirable but she had always been afraid to act. Perhaps, she mused, she could seduce Dennis AND his mother. Wouldn't that be a turn-on?

Soon she was shoving her fingers in and out of her vagina and she could feel herself on the verge of cumming. Finally her body stiffened and she came noisily. She knew it wouldn't be long before she would have Dennis getting her off instead of relying on her own fingers. 

After the relaxing bath she remembered that she and Janet had been invited to a college friend's wedding in Hamilton which was a 5 hour drive away. They had discussed going but felt that the drive would be too onerous and they would be too tired to enjoy the reception. Perhaps she could suggest that Janet ask Dennis to drive since Janet's husband had said he didn't want to go. 

Furthermore she could suggest that they stay overnight. This way they could really enjoy the festivities. Of course, Barbara was planning on enjoying Dennis even more. She decided that she would broach the topic to Janet the next day at school. 

When she made her suggestion to Janet during their lunch period a day later, Janet was almost too eager. Barbara then quickly realized that Janet had already started to envisage herself getting the opportunity to spend the night with her son away from her husband. After Janet agreed to look after the hotel reservations, Barbara realized that the only way she could seduce Dennis was to keep Janet occupied. That could be arranged she realized. 

Janet enthusiastically reported Dennis' acquiescence to be their limo driver to the wedding which was only a week away. Janet then in her enthusiasm made the mistake of inviting Barbara over for a barbecue the next day. Barbara knew this was her golden opportunity. 

The middle aged Math teacher arrived at the Mitchell home dressed rather provocatively for a school teacher. Her ample bosom was barely being held in by the low cut tank top that she had worn deliberately. Her flat bare midriff accentuated the curves leading to the short-shorts that she wore. High-heeled sandals emphasized her long tanned legs. 

Neither Dennis nor his father could keep their eyes off her and both had difficulty keeping their hardened dicks from tenting out of their shorts. Dennis was disappointed that he had a date and would have to leave. He even considered canceling but as his date was the daughter of his father's best client, he felt obligated to go. After all he owed his father. He still felt guilt because he was fucking his mother right under his father's nose. It seemed the least he could do. 

He knew that he would be thinking of Miss Hoey when he got his date alone and it would be Miss Hoey that he would be visualizing when the inevitable happened before he took her home. 

The barbecue was full of banter and sexual innuendo, the dirty laughter increasing with each glass of wine. Every time Janet left them alone, Barbara would flaunt her ample breasts in Ben Mitchell's face and giggle when she saw how flushed he became. 

"Why don't you come to the wedding, Ben? You and Dennis could share the driving. We could have a great time. " The emphasis on 'we' was not lost on the middle aged man and his cock hardened even more as he wondered if he would actually have a chance to fuck this sex goddess. He had dreamed of her many times and had even visualized her when making love to his wife. 

After further discussion and teasing, he was ready to jump her right there but was restrained by the return of his wife. 

"Ben has decided to come to the wedding after all, Janet. Isn't that wonderful!" she cooed without even waiting for his decision. 

Janet, in turn, was totally flustered and babbled on about why he hadn't wanted to go. She saw the chance of being alone with their son rapidly disappearing. She was caught in a quandry. She couldn't very well try to talk him out of going since she had originally pretended to try to talk him into accompanying her. 

When he said that he had changed his mind and was looking forward to going she feigned joy but was heartbroken inside. 

Barbara however was ecstatic. She knew that her best friend's husband was hoping to have the opportunity to get into her pants but she was experienced enough to keep him at bay. She was going to seduce the younger Mitchell not the older. 

While all this was going on, Dennis was drilling his manhood into Carol Babcock, who like him was a freshman at the local college. She wasn't bad looking and he actually was pleased that his father had arranged this date. They had gone to a movie and after exchanging a few kisses they had started to explore each other's bodies. 

They were parked in the same rest area on the highway that Mrs. Green had taken Dennis to a few weeks earlier. While he had been licking Carol's pussy he had reminisced about Mrs. Green's initiating him into such sex acts. 

Dennis had used Mrs. Green to learn about sex and for his own pleasure but since he had started to fuck his own mother, he hardly saw her anymore. Besides that she had seemed a little disinterested and less needy than she had been. (author's note – the reader may want to read a previous story that I posted entitled 'Mrs. Green and Her Son Bobby')

He had only agreed to date others his own age to throw suspicion away from the illicit affair that he was having with his mother. His sex drive seemed insatiable and although he was fucking or sucking his mother almost every day, whenever he went out on a date, his goal was always the same – to prove his manhood by scoring with as many females as possible. He knew that getting laid was really all that he was interested in. 

The girl had made him wear a condom and he hated them. He never had to wear one with Mrs. Green or with his mother and he would bet that Miss Hoey wouldn't make him wear one either. He knew that they were too experienced to get pregnant. The young girls were always hesitant to let him in without 'a raincoat' on and indeed he too was concerned that he might get one of them pregnant. His mother had drilled that into him. Indeed he remembered how she had caught him with that girl Laura which had led to the two of them becoming incestuous lovers. 

After cumming and getting his date off, he dropped her in her driveway and promised that they would do the date bit again. When he arrived home, Dennis hoped that Miss Hoey would still be at his house but the house was dark and there was no sign of anyone. Just thinking about her in that sexy outfit that she had been wearing made his young cock lurch. Automatically wanting release his thoughts now went to his mother. 

He started up the stairs thinking that maybe his father had drunk himself into another stupour and he and his mother could break their promise not to do it when dad was in the house. Just as he was about to peek into the master bedroom he heard his father's voice bellowing, "Take it Baby! Your cunt is so fucking tight! I can't hold out much longer…Fuckkkk…. I'm going to cummmm!!!!!!!"

"Nooooo…. Ben! Wait!!! Wait for me! I want to cum too! Don't cum yet you bastard!"

But it was too late, Dennis could hear the final animal grunt and could just make out their shapes as his father exploded into his mother's cunt. 

Then all he heard was his mother's voice berating his father. "You fucking, inconsiderate bastard! Why couldn't you hold off a little longer? I'm so fucking close to cumming!" He was shocked even more when he heard his mother ordering his father, "Get down there and finish me off with your tongue!"

Dennis scrutinized the dark to see if his father would do what he had been commanded to do but it was impossible to see much. A minute or so later he could hear his mother's familiar manta, "Oh god! I'mmm…cummminggg!!" 

He couldn't tell if his father had gone down on his mother or not. Perhaps he had used his fingers to bring her to orgasm. Maybe she had masturbated herself! There was no way of knowing. The room became silent until he heard one of them start to arise out of the bed. Dennis retreated as quickly and as quietly as possible to his own room. 

He kind of expected his mother to show up in his room once his father had fallen asleep but their agreed upon rule must have kept her from visiting her son. He fell asleep with no clothes on atop the covers hoping that she might still visit him. After all he was used to her waking him up with her mouth wrapped around his young cock. Alas that did not happen this time. 

Dennis was surprised when his father reported that they would be sharing the drive to the wedding and that they were going to go and stay over the night before as well so that they could all really have a good time. For a brief second, he was disappointed but when his father reminded him that Miss Hoey was going as well, he remembered that he had hoped to get an opportunity to fulfill his fantasy of fucking his former teacher. Now he would have two nights to try instead of just one. 

Finally the day of the drive to the wedding had arrived and Miss Hoey did not disappoint the men. She showed up in a light summer sundress that was barely held up by its spaghetti straps. The light material bounced teasingly just below her buttocks. She was obviously wearing no stockings and the men tried to visualize what kind of panties she was wearing. They almost fought over who would drive first and who would get to sit in the rear seat with her. 

Barbara solved the problem by encouraging the father to take the wheel first as she would feel more comfortable knowing that the more experienced driver was behind the wheel. Normally this would have upset Dennis but he realized quickly that it meant he would be sharing the back seat with this incredibly sexy older woman. His mother was forgotten. 

Within blocks the heat from her thigh touching his was having a profound effect on Dennis. He couldn't take his eyes off her legs. The dress was running well up her muscular thigh and when she turned to look out the window he thought he could see her white nylon panties. 

The monotony of the drive and having taught all day was making both of the women sleepy and they put their heads back and started to nod off. Dennis took this opportunity to look down Miss Hoey's cleavage. "God!" he thought. "Her tits are so big and beautiful! I want to touch them and suck on them!" 

Just then the car hit a pothole and Miss Hoey's head rolled onto his shoulder where it stayed. Carefully, Dennis removed his arm from under her and placed it around her other shoulder almost like they were cuddling. Fortunately traffic was very heavy and his father was giving total attention to the road. Dennis' fingers came in contact with the side of her right breast and he held it there afraid to move. 

Getting bolder he started to let the sides of his fingers caress the breast gently through the thin material. There was no reaction from Miss Hoey. She seemed to be sound asleep now. The hem of her dress was right at her crotch now and it was just barely concealing her pussy. Dare he go further?

Just then the car lurched to the right and Miss Hoey's head fell into his lap. Still she slept! He on the other hand was wide awake! Actually his cock was trying to force its way out of the tight confines of his jeans. Her cheek rubbed against its length and he had to stifle a groan. 

Then his eyes looked down to see that her behind was now totally exposed as her dress had ridden up her ass when she had fallen over. She was wearing a sheer pair of thong panties that barely covered the crack of her ass. He was in heaven and hell at the same time. If he touched her and she awakened, all hell would break loose but here was this goddess that he had adored for years and lusted after for 10 long months in her classroom, just begging to be touched. 

His uncontrollable hormones won out and he placed his right hand on her ass tentatively. When she did not wake up he boldly started a circular motion with his fingers gradually getting closer and closer to the thong. He detected a muffled murmur from her throat and looked down to see her face still buried in his crotch. Oh what he wouldn't give to open up his jeans and stick his rock-hard cock into her beautiful mouth. 

It was dark enough in the car now that Dennis felt reassured that his parents would not be able to see what he was doing so he decided to risk everything. He pushed aside the thong and started to caress Miss Hoey's clit and proceded to spread her outer lips. Breathlessly he waited for a reaction. She still appeared to be asleep but he could hear gentle whimpers coming from her throat. 

He was getting bolder and he inserted first one and then two fingers into her pussy. She was sopping wet! Then he realized that he was finger-fucking the woman of his dreams. Her cheeks seemed to be moving over his cock now and he feared that she was about to awaken. He stopped his tactile probing and held his breath. 

Before he knew what was going on, he felt Miss Hoey's fingers pulling down his fly! Could this really be happening? 

Miss Hoey had never really been asleep and had hoped that the young stud would take the bait. When he had gotten up his nerve to stick his fingers into her cunt she knew that she could safely pretend to awaken. His thick cock lying against her cheek had actually been uncomfortable and she was now relishing the fact that the façade was over. She knew that Dennis could not resist now. 

Licking the head of the boy's penis within inches of his parents was as brass as anything she had ever done in her life. If Janet should look back through the darkness would she be able to make out what was going on? Would she dare expose them if she did? Although Janet didn't know that Barbara had observed her sucking off her son, Barbara was pretty sure that Janet might be afraid that Dennis would expose their incestuous affair if she angered him. What else would explain her giving in to him in the gym store room?

While she licked up and down Dennis'shaft, the boy showed his willingness to please her in return by continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of her moist pussy. After several minutes of mutual pleasure, they both could feel that they were on the verge of orgasms. Unbelievably Dennis showed incredible restraint for a young man and he willingly concentrated on attempting to bring her to the precipice of sexual fulfillment. 

Her body stiffened and she fought to keep herself from crying out as she peaked. She swallowed Dennis' cock which helped stifle her scream. She let loose a wave of fluid that flooded the boy's fingers. He smiled in the darkness pleased that he had been able to make this mature woman cum just with his fingers. He couldn't wait to do the same with his tongue and with his young cock. 

When she got herself under control, the teacher raised her head from the boy's lap slightly so that she could fondle his balls and stroke his shaft as he pushed it in and out of her hot mouth. She knew that he was on the verge of cumming when he ran his fingers through her hair and forced more and more of his rod into her mouth. If she hadn't been such an experienced cocksucker she might have gagged when it reached all the way into her throat but she had been face-fucked by larger cocks than this and knew how to adjust her breathing accordingly. 

Dennis was feeling the need to explode in her mouth but while the pleasure that her tongue was giving him felt so good he was trying to delay as long as possible. He was also fighting to keep himself from crying out her name at the top of his lungs and telling her what he wanted her to do with his cock and his cum. Indeed telling the female to suck his cock and to eat all his cum were almost second nature to him now. He wanted to tell this woman what a cocksucking cunt she was but knew he would literally have to bite his tongue. 

Finally he could control himself no longer and he drove his rod straight up into the waiting mouth while at the same time forcing her head down into his lap to meet his throbbing cock head. Jet after jet of cum flew from his piss-hole and splashed against the back of Barbara's throat. She sounded like she was gagging but he could not let her head free until she had received every ounce of his jism. 

After quite a few convulsions he could tell that she had drained him of almost all that he had and only dribs and drabs were being ejaculated now. He was amazed that he had ejaculated loads of white hot cum into the mouth of his former teacher and she had swallowed it all. God he wished he could announce to the world "Miss Hoey sucked me off in the back seat of my parent's car and she swallows!"




Something Old, Something New



Three weeks had passed since Lisa and I reached the momentous decision to call time on our eight-year relationship. Yet to sink in fully, particular as we were still sharing the flat, neither of us had the inclination to seek alternative accommodation. That lethargy was, I'm afraid to say, pretty much indicative of our relationship latterly. It was easier for me to move into the spare room than to move on.

It was odd how things changed almost overnight, from intimate couple to virtual strangers. Though, in all fairness, the once rock solid union had been going off the rails for a year or so. Our sex life in the first seven months of 2005 could be summarised as three limp-dicked efforts from me versus a trio of lay-back-and-think-of-England efforts from Lisa. The sad truth was we'd grown apart in more ways than one.

"I take it you're still planning on going to this wedding," Lisa said one morning, glancing at the calendar in the kitchen, our first meaningful words for days.

With all that had gone on in the past month, it had totally slipped my mind that cousin Jane was getting married that coming weekend. Obviously Lisa and I were supposed to be going as a couple. "You will still come, won't you?" I enquired.

Lisa screwed up those pretty and petite features that some day soon another guy would come to appreciate as much as I had over the years. In many ways I stilled loved her, just not in the right way. Though if I met her now for the very first time I'm sure I'd still fall in love her again. In fact, from an external perspective she looked as good now as during our university days, those gorgeous hazel eyes always so expressive and those bouncy brunette locks playfully caressing each shoulder. The trouble was, eight years of living in each other's pockets had taken its toll and here was nowhere left for the relationship to go. Nonetheless, I wanted our last date to be as memorable as the first.

"Please Lisa," I implored. "You always got on so well with my family."

That was indisputable, some of the holidays and Christmas breaks we'd spent together were up there among my fondest memories. Lisa's family, on the other hand, was all split and distant, the few gatherings they'd thrown on a par with a visit to the dentist. It was as if my family had adopted Lisa as one of their own. She was always guaranteed a warm welcome.

My grandparents were loaded, with a great big estate in the south west that would be playing host to cousin Jane's forthcoming nuptials. Doubtless with a massive marquee on the lawn, a banquet that could feed half of England and entertainment throughout the night, we could be sure of a major event.

"Hmm, I'll think about it, okay."

"It'll probably be the last time you get to see them," I fired, immediately biting my tongue.

"Don't blackmail me, Gary," she shot back. "I said I'd think about it, okay."

Trying to inject some much needed humour I added: "At least this time we won't object when gran makes us sleep in separate rooms."

Lisa strained to stifle a giggle, recalling as did I the lengths we'd gone to – akin to some POW tunnelling exercise – to enjoy a little stolen passion at gran's during past visits, before her face returned to the sour expression I'd become accustomed to lately. "I'll think about it," she repeated, before heading off to work.

* * *

Thursday arrived as we dodged around each other in some elaborate early morning pantomime, getting ready for work. As she headed for the door, Lisa turned. I hadn't once mentioned the wedding since Monday and that must have swayed her decision. "Okay Gary, I'll come to the wedding – for old time's sake," she confirmed.

My face lit up like Christmas Day. Don't get me wrong, I knew things were over between us. Indeed, no amount of effort was going to bring us back together, and frankly I was glad it had come to an end when it did. No, my intentions were perhaps even more selfish. I wanted a good time and I wanted to show Lisa what she was walking away from.

Thursday rushed by, the plan being to head straight home and in the car. The Friday could then be spent chilling while the others ran around like headless chickens organising things for Saturday. I was looking forward to getting away from London.

The 300-mile journey passed in silence – I suspected Lisa may have been having second thoughts – and it was dark when finally we arrived. Greeted at the door by a rosy faced, white-haired gran who always had a sloppy kiss for her favourite grandson, a hug for Lisa was followed by the inevitable: "It'll be you two down the aisle next."

We both cringed. I hadn't actually gotten around to telling anyone in the family yet. Before leaving, we'd decided to spend the few days 'as a couple', with obvious exceptions. We had no wish to put a dampener on proceedings with our bad news.

There was quite a gathering of relatives out on the patio, all with the same idea as us, having arrived a day or two early to avoid the rush. Mum and dad were there among them, hearty greeting exchanged, plus several aunts and uncles and a clutch of cousins, including Jane, the bride-to-be. I was introduced to her betrothed Paul, shaking hands warmly. Grandad was busily making sure everyone had a drink in his hand, the bottle of lager gratefully received in the wake of a hot sticky journey. After about a dozen hellos, finally I was introduced to Emily, a cousin I'd not set eyes upon in over a decade. "You remember Emily?" someone said.

I did, but not in this way. My jaw fell open.

"Little Emily?" I enquired, holding a hand at waist height to illustrate how tall she'd been back then.

She'd been a spoiled brat too, if I remembered correctly, used to getting her own way. But now…but now she was an absolute stunner: tits two sizes too big for her slim body, firm tummy exposed, inevitably with a pierced navel, natural blonde wavy hair and a pout to die for. Our eyes made instant appraisals before shying away. Wow-wee was my immediate and my lasting reaction. Occasionally I stole a glance, and often she was looking back. Well, at 28 I was about the most eligible at the gathering.

It wasn't long before there was a second bottle of beer in my hand, whilst tales of old rang around the circle. Relatives are great for the most embarrassing stories. Mum and dad made sure I suffered good and proper. Though my attention had focussed upon the lovely Emily, it was nice to see Lisa with a little smile on her face.

Tired from the journey, however, after an hour she elected to retire. Breaking away momentarily from the family and Emily, I helped transport the cases from the car, following gran upstairs. "With the amount we've got staying this weekend I'm going to break my golden rule," she beamed. "Well, you two are as good as married."

Lisa and I exchanged an ironic glance and when gran had gone she said: "Just keep to your side of the bed, okay, and everything will be fine."

I nodded. "Think I'll have another hour with the folks. See you later."

I think Lisa was relieved.

Rejoining the family on the patio, the summer air was warm and still, and with grandad's hospitality it wasn't long before I'd polished off half a dozen bottles. As time marched on, the couples left two-by-two until just Paul and Jane, the happy couple, and Emily and I remained. We chatted for a while until the other two decided enough was enough. Emily and I were made of sterner stuff and carried on working our way through the crate. In fact, she'd matched me bottle for bottle. "Not a bad drinker for a girl," I teased, feeling a newfound boldness in the alcohol and of the comfort of familiarity.

Emily smiled, holding the bottle neck to her lips rather seductively. Whether she was aware of the effect it was having on me was another matter. She might have been a complete innocent or she might have been a total slut. At that moment I couldn't rightfully say. One thing was for sure: I intended to find out.

We spent the next hour catching up on family matters, flirting and laughing, until Emily issued a healthy yawn. "Time I went to bed, I think" she confessed, standing to smooth her crimpled yellow sundress. Her legs were exquisite, angular and smooth. It was hard to believe we had such a babe in the morning. "See you in the morning," she bid.

Leaning over, she teased my chin with a delicate hand and pecked at my cheek. "Night, Emily," I whispered, leaning back in the big comfortable lounging chair, my cock prodding hard against my jeans.

Oh this was the life. Only here a matter of hours, already I was dreading returning to London. Five minutes later I finished the bottle and stood, swaying like a palm tree in a storm. Phew, this stuff was strong. Or was I easy prey to its intoxicating delights? Either way I was as content as ever before this summer, much of the angst over Lisa having dissipated. Of course, Emily had a lot to do with that.

As I staggered towards the bedroom door, the next door along opened. There was a blur of movement and I felt myself being pulled inside. It was Emily, a finger held to her lips. Addled from the drink I stood ashen-faced, unsure of her intentions. "Quick, come here," she gestured.

A chair was pushed up against the door in the far corner. Emily climbed up, her sundress billowing to reveal a mass of creamy thigh. I exhaled deeply, still confused. Holding out a hand, she guided me up next to her on the chair, the two of us pressed together and peering through the panel of glass at the top. From behind bleary eyes, I made out another room. Glancing back at Emily, my eyes followed the line of hers. "Oh!" I exclaimed, before she pressed a palm over my mouth.

In the next door bedroom, our cousin, the bride-to-be Jane, was knelt on the floor, her hands stroking the thighs of fiancé Paul, her hair splayed all over his belly. We watched through the rapidly misting pane, mouths agape, as Jane's head bobbed up and down Paul's shaft. Occasionally she would lift to expose a rock hard shaft, running with saliva. With these antics it was no wonder gran imposed her rules under normal circumstances. Paul tossed his head back in appreciation as Jane plunged once more to continue the deep throat action.

Next to me, her tight young body pressed hard into mine as we balanced atop the chair, Emily groaned in a low pitch. Her nipples were fully erect now, standing out against the light fabric of her white half cup bra and the sundress. Not alone in arousal, I too had become excited, almost bursting through my jeans.

Faster and faster Jane's head bobbed, pumping that hard cock, until finally Paul grunted and buried his hot seed deep in her throat. Jane vacuumed up every drop, swallowing greedily and smacking her lips together. Giggling in muted tones, Emily and I dismounted from the chair, standing face to face.

All a bit too much for a pissed-up, sexually-repressed-of-late young buck like yours truly, reaching over I ran a hand inside Emily's sundress, gently stroking her inner thigh. I'm sure a flicker of lust lit her eyes before quickly she brushed it away. "I think you'd better go to bed," she scolded. "Go on."

And despite the patented little-boy-lost face, Emily ushered me to the door, shooing me away. Disconsolately I shuffled next door, one last lingering look over my shoulder. Emily smiled sweetly and blew a kiss before closing the door, accompanied by the slash of a bolt.

Groping blindly in the pitch black room, I kicked off my jeans and wrestled with my t-shirt before climbing in next to Lisa. The heat from her body radiated beneath the covers, her back to my chest. Painfully aware of a throbbing in my groin, my drunken brain told me to seek satisfaction right here, right now, and to hell with the consequences.

Tentatively I placed a hand on Lisa's shoulder, prompting a light stirring. The humidity of the night provided a definite bonus for she slept naked despite the threat of me for company. Doubtless she hadn't bargained on some teenaged nymphette and several bottles of strong lager having turned her ex-boyfriend into the sex pest from hell. But I needed relief, oh how I needed relief. My cock was like a length of lead piping.

Gently I stroked her shoulder, recalling days gone by when foreplay was a virtue, before moving down her upper arm. She groaned in her sleep, causing me to stop momentarily. Regaining my nerve, angling inside I located a breast, palm compressing to cup it lightly. Tiny compared to Lisa's, nonetheless it felt good to the touch. Raising a thumb, I lightly grazed the surface, smiling as the teat inflated. Lisa seemed to be enjoying it too, moaning in her sleep. Boldly my other hand eased against her upper thighs. Clamped together, one on top of the other, sadly her cunt was completely impregnable.

Never mind, there was still her arse, I decided, a finger coursing the elongated crack of her shapely buttocks. Lisa's arse was adorable, the first thing that attracted me to her. Moving in closer, hot breath on the back of her neck, I readied myself for a surprise rear entry.

Forgetting how damned tight she was at the best of times, the head of my cock dug at the puckered ring only to be immediately repelled. Rousing, Lisa growled before rolling away. Thankfully groggy from sleep, I seemed to have gotten away with it. On her back now, I congratulated myself on a job well done. Stalking her across the covers, I began to rub the tip of my cock on her thigh. "Oh baby I wanna fuck you so bad," I babbled.

Losing balance, I collapsed against her, breathing in starts.

"Gary, no!" she cried. "Get away from me."

Thankfully her fatigue saved me from a severe roasting, though I suspected trouble the following morning. I reached out once more but my hand was brushed aside. Fuck. Rolling back, I stared upwards into the void of black. Being turned down twice in one evening was hard to bear. And there was no way on earth I could sleep with a stonker like this between my legs.

Slinking to the en suite bathroom, I sat on the loo and visualised Lisa, reliving some of the hottest days of our lovemaking. I hated her too and decided that after this she was going to be banished from my mind forever. This wank was for old time's sake, as she'd said herself. Bitch.

Building a steady rhythm I remembered the first time we set eyes on each other at the UCL disco, how I'd requested that first dance and not been turned down, and how it led to our first kiss. I recalled also how she'd made me wait four whole dates before allowing me to feel her tits, how it was four more before our passions boiled to the point of the first blowjob, and how good that felt. I smiled to myself remembering the slight disappointment at learning she didn't want to swallow. And then…and then, after six months, I recollected the first wondrous fuck. Jeez, the missionary position never felt so good.

But that was way back when. Glancing down I realised that I was no nearer to cumming than when I'd first started jerking off five minutes back. I could be here all night at this rate. It was then that finally it dawned upon me that Lisa and I were over. Our love had flown.

But then, with a wicked grin I pictured Emily, my flirty little cousin, in her sundress. Oh God yes, I was unwrapping her gorgeous breasts and sucking hard upon each as she gripped my hair. How I wanted that gorgeous little minx. I wanted to do things to her that would shock Lisa. I wanted her to do things to me that would shock me.

Fuck yes. Four tugs and a rope of spunk shot hard up my belly onto the wad of tissue. I was breathless, head spinning and saying Emily's name over and over. Then it all went starry in my head. Lunging forward, I collapsed on the tiled floor and was immediately out for the count.

Perhaps not the most auspicious start to the weekend, but little did I realise just how, over the next two days, fantasy would become reality, and then some.

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Once more your feedback, encouraging (or discouraging, if you like) words and votes are much appreciated. Oh, and of course the follow-up 'Something Borrowed, Something Blue' is in the pipeline. 



Something Old, Something New



"Garrick! Answer the fucking phone!" 

The old rotary phone, a black AT&T-issued blowhard her parent's thought was chic, was blaring uncontrollably down the hallway and beyond the bathroom door. Tabitha, freshly stepping from an invigorating shower and quite wet, was in no mood or condition to end the audible torment herself. Cursing aloud and to no one for not bringing the cordless with her, she hoped whoever decided to call her at the inopportune time would give up or at least be interceded by the answering machine. Wrapping a soft towel around her hair, she yelled once more, hoping her younger brother would end her suffering. The old antique phone was too much. She wasn't even sure whether or not he was even home or inside, since his little buddy Leroy had just arrived as she entered the shower. The pair of boys were just beginning to feel the first pangs of hormonal lust and she sure as hell was in no mood to give young prying eyes an inadvertent show just to answer the phone. It continued ringing, the loud sputtering tone finally convincing her that only she was going to be able to end her own suffering. Rearranging the towel to cover her nude body instead of wet hair, she nervously poked her head from the door, looking for some form of devious ambush. No adolescent was in sight and she bound quickly down the hall.

"I swear to God if it's a damn pollster..." She snatched up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Tab! Thank God!" The voice was Tara's but it was uncharacteristically muffled and sobbing. The wireless connection made it all the more difficult for comprehension.

"Tara? What's wrong?" It was not like Tara to be crying. Immediately suspecting the worse, Tabitha began running down the mental Rolodex of Tara's family and the odds of death for any of them.

"Roger and I..." No more words were necessary. Tabitha was already aware of just what this cry was about. "got into a fight. I slapped him and he left me. I'm stuck." The blubbering and sobbing and sniffling was almost revolting, it was so out of character.

"Shit! Did he hit you!" Thuds from downstairs indicated someone was home. It was the enemy, puberty. She snatched up the phone as best she could and rushed back to the bathroom door, only to be short by three feet. 

"Nooo! He left me at Spring Lake! We got into it sooo bad! I don't know what to do." 

"Relax Tara! Slow your roll. Where exactly are you?" 

"I'm at the Spring Lake pavilion..." More sniffling. "I need a ride. Please come get me!" B.F.E. sprang to mind. Where the hell was Spring Lake?

"Of course I'm coming to get you, girl! Hang tight!" Damn Roger and his temper. Useless fucking bastard. "I just got out of the shower, so give me a minute to get dressed and I'm there!"

"You know how to get here?"

"Not a clue. It's close to Glover right? Off Highway 21?"

"Yeah..."Sniffles began fading, she was calming down. "Take Old Foxhunt Road out to Highway 66. Left on 66 and go to 21. Right on 21 and look for the sign. I'm so sorry. If it's trouble, I'll call Val."

"Shit! Do not call Val! That's starting shit you don't need." Val was Tara's mother, any call to her would go way past trouble. "I'm coming! Give me ten minutes and call my cell. I should be there in like, twenty minutes."

"Okay Tab. Thank you sooo much, girl."

"You're okay where you are, right? Ain't no perverted-looking creeps around, huh?"

"Naw, just some kids swimming and stuff." She laughed a bit. "You know all the freaks are at the beach." It was June.

"Okay, hang loose. I'm haulin' ass!"

"Be careful."

"Hey!"

"Yeah!"

"If that fuckin' Roger comes back around, you run like hell to the water and scream rape okay? Don't let him talk you into leaving alright? I'ma be pissed if I get there and you're making up with him."

"Trust me I won't. I'll tell you all about it when you get here."

"I'm coming."The phone clicked and she dropped the receiver to the base. Turning to return the old phone to its stand, she realized the pair of eyes had been on her for most of the conversation. Leroy was especially interested, since he was getting a decent eyeful of a protruding butt cheek.

"You two grow up for God's sake!" Leroy's eyes were a bit hazy with lust.

"I can't wait to." came his reply.

Tabitha fired off a Camel as she raced into the woods in search of her best friend. She and Tara had met up in high school, becoming fast friends initially because of their shared musical tastes and love of twisted humor. Each had gotten into the minor troubles and corny situations that most high school girls get themselves into. They had dated between them every stereotype of guy available in high school. They went with jocks who rarely picked up a book, newspaper staffers who rarely put books down, ROTC guys who played Army too much, and beer-swilling hicks who liked deer camp. They had each found their true loves, the "One." Tabitha's was Robert Smith of the Cure, Tara's was Roger Gauthieux, whom she had met at a party and decided after many jello shots to go down on. There was no denying the guy was a dish. He was stacked but not athletic, smart but not academic and at first, the two had gotten along. But while Tabitha and Robert decided to go separate ways after high school, Tara and Roger had fallen into a predictable pattern of spending too much time together instead of meeting new people. The same fights, dislikes and jealousies had eroded them to the point of a meltdown and Tab reckoned it had finally come into fruition. 

Her cell phone began playing "Ride of the Valkyries," and she answered it to find Tara had called on cue.

"You alright?" Tabitha opened the throttle up a bit on the car, taking curves a little faster than she would have liked but determined to get there quickly. Nothing makes a girl feel as helpless as being stranded alone in strange surroundings.

"I'm fine. Tell me you have cigarettes. I left my pack in Roger's truck and now is no time to be fiending."

"Yeah, I got some. So you slapped him? What's that all about?"

"He's been fucking some skank from Biloxi. I found out from Bryan.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"You sure, Tara? Absolutely sure? I remember one time you thought I was fucking him. You remember going off the deep end about that and I never even talked to the guy." It had been quite a scene for a while, almost to the point of actual slapping. Eventually the drama waned into water under the bridge. Tara did not know she had been right all along, but worst things left unsaid.

"Bryan has pictures of Roger and the cunt together at that Tool show they went to last week. He said they dropped X and got all freaky in the bed of his truck out there by the air force base. They've been fucking behind my back for a year, girl. I went off."

Tabitha lit another smoke. The sign pointing to Spring Lake loomed ahead, denoting only a five mile distance.

"So you slapped him? Damn, I hear you!"

"I just did it. He was coming down here looking for Bryan to kick his ass for telling me. He just stopped and told me to get out. Shit, after I hit him, I figured I had better."

"You're probably right. You know he does that meth shit. He could have killed you."

"That's a lie. He never does that shit."

"Okay." Denial, party of one.

"Thanks again for getting me out of a jam, Tab. You're a great friend."

"You've gotten me out of a jam plenty of times." 

Jam? The two had been in plenty. There was the time they went to the house of a black guy they knew who told them he could get them a sack of weed. Little did they know, he had a buddy and the two of them had as much as insinuated that they were under the impression that the girls needed a little brown sugar in their lives. Their tone was growing a bit on the aggressive side, but Tara decided to intentionally take a bigger hit of a blunt than she could handle. The blast of smoke gagged her and she threw up explosively as a result. Apparently, vomiting white girls were not in the equation and the brothers backed off. 

Another time, Tara had thrown Tab into her car just as a brawl between a gang of punks and some visiting Pass Christian jocks broke out at one of their high school haunts. The resulting fight injured a number of people on both sides, regardless of sex. Nearly everyone involved had a car damaged and a night in jail to explain to their parents. There were many jams the well-grounded Tara Vellingham had gotten them out of, it was only natural Tabitha reciprocate for an old friend.

"Pretty much everyone is leaving. I heard some teenagers say something about a show at the Coliseum tonight." 

"Third Eye Blind is there."

"Maybe Roger can fuck someone there. Bastard."

"Maybe, I'm here!"

"I see you!" Tab could see a waving figure near the dark brown building housing the restrooms and parking area. "I'm hanging up!" The phones went dead.

Parking next to Tara, Tab could see she was made up before her crying destroyed her efforts. Tara was quite tall and had grown into a rather voluptuous woman, something Tab oddly noticed only then. It was an odd thought to have, but she dismissed it as random. Exiting the car, she was intercepted by Tara's warm embrace.

"Thank you, girl! I've never been so happy to see someone in all my life!" The two giggled like kids and bounced up and down together.

"Ready for a cigarette?"

"Damn skippy!" Tab fished out two and shared a light.

"Damn, I need this!" Tara french-inhaled a deep drag. "Thank you again, Tab. I got scared when you didn't pick up your cell and it took so long for you to get the phone at your house.

"I was butt-ass naked when you called! Damn if Garrick and his little friend weren't sneaking a peek at my ass."

"Ewww! Your own brother?"

"Puberty, girl." She laughed. "Adds new meaning to the phrase 'the only girl virgins over the age of 10 in Mississippi are the ones who run faster than their brothers."

"Sick bitch!" They laughed. A vanload of leering kids and their mothers passed by, Tara waved slightly at them.

"One of those little kids came over and talked to me. He was cute. He asked me if that loud man was coming back. He said him and his friends would beat him up if he did for yelling at a pretty lady. Cocky little shit."

"That's so sweet! Was he cute?"

"He was seven, Tab. They're all cute at seven."

"Oh. You're right. It's when they hit nineteen that they start to suck."

"I believe it today." Tara's hazel eyes widened. "Hey!"

Tab looked back in mock excitement. "Hey?!"

"Let's go down and lay out! The lake is empty and it's only six!"

"I just took a shower, girl."

"Come on! We're here. We can definitely use some sun."

The pair of them, having grown up near the Gulf Coast, were seasonally tanned. Few attractive women dared go without a nice bronzing by the time June rolled around lest they be mistaken for snowbirds. A little sun was a prerequisite.

"I could use a bit."

"Let's go!" Tara set the pace, walking quickly toward the sandy shoal.

"Hang on! I'll bring the car down!" Tab rolled the car to as near to the beach as she dared and cranked up the radio. No one living on the coast goes very far without a few necessities. After a little searching, two towels, a lukewarm Diet Pepsi, and some baby oil were found in various crevices within the interior. They stripped down to their underwear, always looking cautiously around the lake for peepers or visitors. The sun was not yet below the distant pine tree line, its heat still apparent on their bare feet. Satisfied that they would not regret it, they coaxed themselves into going the extra step, stripping nude and rushing for the tranquil waters, giggling unashamedly like the seven year olds Tara had met earlier.

"I'm glad the water is warm. I wonder why everyone left?" Tabitha lay on her back in the shallows, throwing her head back to accept the sun's rays on her breasts and neck.

"The beaches are kicking. I heard there's a shit load of dolphins that have been coming up near Cat Island." Tara lay next to her, though her back and rear end got the brunt of the sun due to her lying on her stomach.

"You're probably right."

"I'm glad you and Roger are quits. He has been a dick to you for a while. I always suspected he was cheating."

"Enough of Roger. He can't steal my sunshine." She closed her eyes.

"Good."

"I hate every time he has come between you and me. I spent waaayyy too much time with him."

"Hell girl, he was your man. You're supposed to spend time with him. I've been busy with mine, too." Not really, Tabitha thought. There were a few guys here and there, since Robert was still not answering her fan letters, but mostly she played online or shopped.

"You still seeing that Dave guy?"

"Whenever he calls. He works a lot." 

"On you, I hope," Tara chuckled. 

"He's not that good, but I'm working on him." Tab smiled back. "At least he has a decent dick. Lack of knowledge is one thing, lack of length is unacceptable."

"Amen, sister! Preach on!" They laughed. Tara stood up on her feet, the water falling off of her, leaving a thin glistening film that reflected the sun as well as any mirror. Totally objective, Tabitha took in the young woman's attributes.

Tara was, as mentioned before, quite tall. Her feet were not large and her toenails were painted a bright crimson. Her calves were slender, both muscles apparent when she flexed her foot. Her thighs were shapely, with a chain of roses tattooed around the circumference of the flesh on her right one, located about four inches below the pubic line. She was a brunette by birth, a fact made readily apparent by her petite patch of well-groomed pubic hair but denied by the fierce red mane that framed her face. Tabitha had bought enough clothes for her over the years at birthdays and Christmases to know that she was a 34-22-32. She had the tiniest of dimples and a patrician nose. Her hazel eyes shone out well on her dark skin, albeit a bit too dark due to the remnants of eyeliner that had been sweated and cried away. All in all, Tabitha's friend of four years had grown into a stunning young woman who, untethered to Roger, would make someone a very happy person if only by virtue of appearance.

"Come on, Tab! Let's swim!" She sloshed out into deeper waters and dove under when a suitable depth was found. Already aware that her prior shower was ruined by her lying in the water, Tabitha stood and followed, her own great curves slowly dissipating beneath the dark water. She reached waist level just as Tara burst back from beneath the murky pool, exclaiming about a cramp.

"Shit! My foot!" She half-laughed and half-cried, bouncing up and down on one leg.

"What did you do to it?" Tab made a beeline for her ailing friend.

"It's just a charley horse. You ever point your foot funny and get a cramp on the sole of your foot?"

"I hate those. They suck."

"Grab me, I can't balance in the sand."

"I'm coming, wait a minute. Damn." She reached her and threw an arm around her, unintentionally resting a hand across a taunt nipple. She quickly repositioned her arm lower and also unintentionally brushed across the fuzzy bit of hair below. 

"Damn, I said hold me up, not feel me up!" Tara giggled at her friend's efforts to steady the pair of them.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." Tara stared into Tabitha's eyes. The moment stopped, as if the water had a pact with time that insured the two would not move from each other's embrace for fear of slipping away from what was so readily apparent.

Tara's voice dropped to a hush, her sweet lips mouthing the words but not allowing any air to release for fear of never coming so close again.

"Are you sure you didn't?"

"I was, but now..."

"You're not?" Her eyes said it all. Nervous, but the gloves had come off.

"I might be."

The tone set the mood. The slight warble offered each of them the proof of the newfound emotional charge so long repressed and unspoken. Three words, uttered a thousand times a day in a thousand places never heralded such a change in the tempo of two friend's relationships. Tabitha trembled, quite apparently unsure whether to answer the question. To admit it, meant diving into waters infinitely more murky than those of a tiny lake in south Mississippi. To deny it, meant to walking from the whole scenario unsure of whether one or the other would ever look at each other the same way. They risked it. 

Tara leaned forward and pressed her lips to Tabitha's, neither moving them as they would with a man. The lips stayed together for an eternity in heartbeats, each pounding beat seeming to echo in little waves of disturbed water traveling away from otherwise still figures. The lips decided they liked what they were receiving and pressed their hearts for more. Tabitha rolled her head slightly, opening her mouth and working Tara's mouth with a nervous twist. Tara's hands released Tabitha's arms, instead wrapping themselves around the small of the back. Despite the warmth of the waters, each of them trembled, Tabitha regressing into a shudder that ebbed in the wake of Tara's fingers pressing into the skin of her back, drawing her closer. Taking the tranquil lake's beauty as a natural sign of liquid courage and desire, they embraced each other, lightly stroking their fingertips up and down each other's backs and kissing increasingly aggressive. It was Tara who moaned first, a low mewl of interest that separated their lips and flailed them suddenly with a whip of reality.

The moan indicated to any man they had ever been with that things could progress further if the current flow of hormonal bliss and genuine affection overwhelmed any moralistic ideals about abstinence. To two good friends on the verge of diving into a completely undiscovered and unexpected country, it signaled the same poignant rise in intensity. Neither had ever discussed gay sex aside from laughing at some unassuming butch or queen walking down the causeway. The moan was a heartfelt sign of affection, but it stopped their lips cold.

"Are we sure? I have never kissed a woman before and I love you." Tara stared slightly at her friend's eyes and whispered.

"I think I'm sure. I have been with a lotta guys, but I can't recall ever feeling so completely uncertain where the kiss may lead. Have you always been gay and never told me?"

"I have never thought of sex with a woman before."

"Sex and being gay aren't the same thing."

"It's a label and I'm not sure I want it. I love you, though." Tara lightly grasped Tab's right hand and brought it to her lips. Kissing her fingertips delicately, she moved the hand to the space between her breasts. The heart beneath was pounding. "You excite me. The thoughts and hopes of us together, intimate, right here, right now, have never entered my mind before this instant. Yet the thought has taken me over completely."

"I love you."

"Kiss me again, Tabitha. See if it's weird this time" She did. It wasn't.

The lips were by then hot with a flush of blood. The sun was settling behind the distant green line, half obscured by forest but still shining enough to heat their faces and force their eyes to close. Tabitha found herself drawing closer, pressing legs and breasts together and again wrapping her arms around Tara. They were in collar-high water and collectively decided to walk each other to a shallower depth to expose more of one another's skin. Tara moved her mouth to the neck, drawing up small pockets of Tabitha's flesh between her teeth and nibbling ever so gently. Tabitha threw her head back, raising her breasts above the waterline. Her pink nipples jutted out and her slender form held them up well. Tara took the momentum up a notch, running a light hand across her ass and moving a wet mouth to an awaiting areola. Her tongue darted and flittered around the nipples, giggling slightly as she suckled them. Their breathing grew flustered, merely deeper at first but haggard and uncoordinated as the emotional level grew.




Something Old, Something New



There was to be a cut-off point for the watery escapade, each of them wanting to go further but neither of them wishing to make out completely in the lake itself. There was still femininity to be cherished and the paranoid thoughts of parasitic introduction into a probed orifice tempered any impulse to touch each other further. It was understood without saying and the pair walked out of the lake, hand in hand, when it was certain they had passes a point where to go back was to deny themselves a glimpse of just how insatiable each other could be. The car radio was still blaring, its noise and the squawk of an occasional bird being the only sounds to muffle their cries of passion. They reached the towels, falling down to them in a loose embrace that was quickly tightened as the slight wind lapped at the goose pimples arising from nervousness and nature's balmy bite. Tabitha took the initiative, rolling over on top of her lover and pecking her way down to the perfect breasts that bisected Tara's frame completely. She was all hands and mouth, moving all around Tara's body and mouth. The moment of truth came, instigated by Tara's gentle maneuvering of a wandering hand down to Tabitha's most passionate of areas.

Many times Tabitha had felt a man feel her clit as she performed some other sexual duty. There were handy men, and not so handy men. The hands were invariably too rough or big or just plain too manly. The silky smooth fingers of Tara felt her through, testing her vulva for the basic location of important parts. She tried to concentrate on her own movements, stroking Tara's nipples and kissing her way down, around and over every bit of succulent skin that she could reach without moving her own vulva out of reach. When Tara's heavy breathing began to find an erotic beat to coincide with her massage of her own growing clitoral arousal, any semblance of demure reservation left the pair of them. Tara worked her clit slowly, feeling the rosebud grow from beneath the hood. Needing a bit of lubrication, she worked a finger into the waiting hole, Tabitha's own juices pushing out any lingering lake water in lieu of the slick lotion that so enhances sex among any genders. The feeling of the soft finger entering her gave Tab a momentary flinch of excitement and a slight gasp of exultation left her. Her expression changed and consequently, her voice deepened.

Tara entered another finger, working her friend with the middle and forefinger all the while rubbing her clit with a thumb. 

"Is that working?"

"Sweet lord, yes." Tara kept a subtle stroking motion, clearly happy to have the sexy woman so entirely enthralled by her actions. It continued for a few minutes, Tabitha growing increasingly wet and yielding no mercy to Tara's bright nipples. She felt quite close to orgasm and remembered how much fun it was for she and a man to come together. Something so new should be taken in full.

"We're going to do it all. Turn around." Tabitha nodded, turning abruptly around and placing her wet vulva squarely in full reach of Tara's mouth. Peering down at the fuzzy black triangle beneath her, Tabitha threw caution into the wind and found the lips with her mouth.

If anyone had told either of the moaning women the day before that the next day would result in each of them knowing what each other's pussy looked like and tasted, they would have laughed directly to their faces and given it no other thought. Astride each other on a pair of towels by a secluded lake, each of them discovered the intimacies of one another by far more intuitively than any girly talk on the phone could have determined. Tabitha spread open the thin lips and exposed Tara's tiny clit just as Tara's tongue found hers. Tara's clitoris was smaller than Tabitha's she discovered, a tiny pearl that seemed completely disproportionate to the surrounding labia. She rubbed it, curiously, as if finding a strange jewel in the sunlight. Tara, for her part, was inhaling Tabitha completely, alternating deep thrusts of fingers and tongue with soft licks of the clit and nibbling it daintily with her teeth. It brought great pleasure to Tabitha and she dove into Tabitha. Pressing her face hard against the lips, she opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to wash over that most sensitive of areas. 

Tara gave a yelp of delight and jumped a bit, undeniably turned on by this new, queer form of sixty-nine. She had always been less than reserved sexually with men and was completely at ease with whatever some guy had to offer. She had to admit, she always wondered just what it was in women that guys who ate it liked to taste. Tab's own juices filled her mouth with an exquisite flavor, as if eating at an exotic restaurant for the first time and discovering a palate not known before. Tabitha was a lesbian virgin as well, but made up for the lack of experience with a vigorous desire to see her friend climax beneath her. The pair again found a nurturing speed.

Tabitha was aghast at just how wet she felt between her legs. It never occurred to her that the normal thrusting of a man created a friction that dissipated a woman's juices as well as drew them out from within with each thrust. Add the extra bonuses of saliva and insatiable desire and the vaginas of each of them were a torrent of feminine lust. The tingling feeling had long ago yielded to a thudding pressure continued to well up to a climatic capitulation. Their moans grew in pitch and ferocity and it was Tabitha that exclaimed the obvious, first.

"Oh God! I'm coming, I'm coming. Mother-FUCKER, I'm coming!" She did, literally gushing and convulsing even harder as Tara countered with her own thunderous orgasm. The women knew enough about coming to know that only a slight added stimulation to an exploding clitoral orgasm was enough to push it to a shuddering apex of sexual gratification. Each of them rubbed a bit more and felt the simultaneous thunderous contractions of the muscles within. They pulled back, each leaving each other to go with their respective flows and fulfill the ultimate goal of same-sex involvement. 

It was a great many minutes before the panting stopped enough for the need of a cigarette to override the notions of lying naked and happy next to each other. Tara rose up first, winking at Tabitha and walking over to the car. Finding the Camels, she lit one up and decided to light up another for Tabitha.

It was the moment when she finished lighting the second one that she realized they had not been alone. Next to the restroom building Val was standing by her Cadillac, her mouth covered by a hand that could not hide cheeks glistening with tears. Proof of just how she had found her daughter licking her best friend's pussy was standing near the passenger door in the form of the equally shocked figure of her brother, Garrick. He had apparently misinterpreted the phone conversation and relayed it to Val, who probably took his description of events to mean that Roger had beaten Tara up or something. He had obviously volunteered to show Val the way. 

Shaking her head and sobbing, Val hurried Garrick back into the car, jumped into it after a long stare at her little girl all grown up and muff-diving to boot. She glowered for a moment and roared away in a scratch-out cloud of gravel and disgust. 

It was only then did the word "homosexual" enter the young women's minds.



Something Old, Something New



Ainsley stood quietly at the back of the room. She had taken one of the last chairs in the corner of the last row. Only minutes before the ceremony, ten very loud and hyperactive women rushed in and Ainsley graciously moved to the back. The music began. It was a classical piece. Ainsley tried to remember what it was called. With so many weddings, she had forgotten. Of course, it didn't help that the bride had changed her mind at least five times.

Ainsley watched as the bridesmaids made their way to the front. Their dresses were a light pink color and they were each holding a small bouquet of pink roses. Ainsley couldn't help but do a calculation in her head of the cost. Each bouquet had cost twenty dollars and that meant two hundred on just the bridesmaid's bouquets. Ainsley was good at keeping a straight face when all she wanted to do was burst out laughing. The bridesmaids all rushed to the front as quickly as possible and by the time the song had ended, there were ten bridesmaids and ten groomsmen scrunched up against the wall of the room.

The music changed and Ainsley relaxed her face to smile. The bride was stunning. She walked down the aisle on her father's arm and smiled at everyone. Ainsley let out a sigh of relief. Things were going well.

The bride and groom exchanged their vows and kissed passionately as the minister introduced them as husband and wife. Thank heavens everyone had remembered how to exit the room and before she knew it, the pictures were being taken.

Ainsley was a wedding planner. She had been doing this for a number of years and was very good at her job. She had enjoyed planning this wedding, as she did all of them, but this one was the last of the season. From May until October, she had been booked solid with only two weekends off. Now, she was free until February.

"She's knocked up you know." Ainsley spun around and was face to face with a very tall man. He was wearing a very expensive suit and she couldn't figure out whether it was rented or purchased. He had piercing blue eyes and a very cute smile. It took Ainsley a few seconds to register what he had said. She had been standing at the back of the room watching as everyone danced. The photos had been taken. The receiving line had been successful considering the poor guests had to shake thirty pairs of hands since both the bride and groom's parents had remarried. The dinner had been perfect and now that the cake cutting and first dance had occurred, she was ready to finish the last few things and go home.

"Excuse me?"

"The bride. She's pregnant. Do you see how she held the bouquet in front of her the whole time and now that she doesn't have the bouquet she's leaning up against Jake."

"Do I know you?" Ainsley was shocked. This man didn't look or sound drunk. She had had her fair share of drunken discussions with guests who needed to tell her their life story. Most of the time, it was single women depressed that this was their tenth wedding and they still didn't have a boyfriend.

"I'm Parker. I'm a wedding crasher so, no, you don't know me. I was at the Carter wedding two weekends ago. You wore a much cuter dress then. It showed off your cleavage a lot more."

Ainsley took a deep breath to calm herself. This guy was arrogant and annoying. She wanted to smack him or tell him off, but she knew that she couldn't. The bride and groom hired her to make their day perfect and the last thing they needed was their wedding planner getting in a fight with a guest, even if he wasn't officially invited.

"Thanks. I don't always wear the same outfit to each wedding." Ainsley forced a smile and then looked around, trying to find an excuse to get away.

"Want to know how I know she's knocked up?" Carter grinned. He knew he was tormenting this short blonde woman and was enjoying every minute of it. He liked a challenge.

"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me." Ainsley's voice was a little too sarcastic, but she didn't care. She could feel her temper flaring and she knew exactly why.

"The cute redheaded bridesmaid is single and while doing her in the back of my car, she told me the whole story. She's a sexy little thing, but god she talks too much."

Ainsley had had enough. Carter reminded her of her ex and that was the only topic of conversation she could never control herself about. Ainsley took another deep breath.

"I need to go say goodnight to the new couple. Excuse me." Ainsley didn't even wait for Carter to respond. She rushed past him and walked straight up to the bride and groom.

"Sorry to interrupt." Ainsley waited. Kate and Jake were cuddling and whispering to each other. Once they stopped and looked up, Ainsley continued. "The D.J. is all set to do the bouquet toss and garter throw when you're ready. I'm going to check with the kitchen to make sure the cake is wrapped up properly and then confirm the hotel rooms for the guests staying over for the weekend. Enjoy your wedding night and enjoy your marriage even more." Ainsley then said her signature line. "Remember a wedding is a day, but a marriage is a lifetime."

"Thanks Ainsley. Everything was great. I have a few complaints, but we'll talk at the debriefing when we get back from Greece." The bride flashed her a fake smile, but Ainsley just smiled back. She nodded and then made her way to the kitchen.

Ainsley prided herself on making sure that every wedding she planned was perfect. This was one of the most difficult brides she had encountered. She had changed her mind about fifty times for each element of the wedding and she was dreading the debrief meeting. Ainsley always asked the bride, groom, and anyone who had paid for the wedding to come in and discuss what went well and what didn't. It was a way of getting feedback on her job and, at the same time, making notes about what did and didn't work. 

Ainsley giggled as she remembered the time that one of the brides wanted to release doves after their vows. It was an outdoor ceremony, which she thought meant things would go well. In fact, they hadn't. The two doves had flown up, pooped on the bride's perfectly styled black hair, and then flown straight into the glass window of the nearby building.

Ainsley quickly went and said goodnight and thank you to the chef. He was a tall man with dark brown hair and a big smile.

"Well hello cutie."

"You did a great job tonight. Everyone was very happy with everything."

"I hope so. You bothered me enough to make sure the details were set. Do I get a congratulatory hug or something?"

Ainsley grinned. She and Mark had a great working relationship. He was married and she had a boyfriend. She smiled as she thought of her boyfriend. He was at home waiting for her. She couldn't wait to get home and crawl into bed next to him.

"Stop flirting with me and go home to your wife."

"Turned down again." Mark's smile showed that he knew she was teasing him. "Your next wedding isn't until February right?" Does that mean I won't see you until then?"

"Next wedding isn't until February, but I'm sure Cameron and I will come eat here soon. I have to go. Bye."

Ainsley hugged Mark and then made her way home.

***

"Dear god you're huge." The petite blonde-haired woman bounced harder and faster on Cameron's cock. Cameron grunted and sat up on the large bed.

"You love my cock inside you. Fucking you so hard it hurts." He gripped her waist and bounced her harder. He had already cum twice and needed it one more time. The room smelled like sex. Her clothes were scattered on the ground except for the sexy stockings she had been wearing under her dress. Those had remained on because Cameron had a fetish about lingerie, specifically stockings.

"Make me cum again." Cameron watched as his lover ran her perfectly manicured fingernails against her clit and then began to rub. Her pussy was so swollen and he felt her muscles jump each time she stroked her clit. He thrust his whole body off the bed, watching as she impaled herself on his cock.

"I'm trying. Fuck, you're demanding." Cameron could never keep up with her. The moment she had entered the house, she was all over him, kissing and sucking on his neck and face. He loved how sexually open and aggressive she was, but sometimes he wanted to go slow. He wouldn't dare say a thing though. She had a great pussy and was always willing to fuck as long as it didn't get in the way of work.

"Doggie style." She flipped over onto her hands and knees and spread her legs wide. Cameron stood beside the bed and slid her so that she was perched on the side. He slammed his throbbing cock back inside her and felt the bed shake. He looked in the mirror opposite them and couldn't help but smile. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat. His bare muscular chest looked so sexy and he saw how her eyes were glazing over. Her blonde hair dangled and her makeup was smeared. She had one hand gripping the silk sheets for balance while the other was massaging his balls. His balls were heavy and full of cum. He needed her to cum so he could. Finally, he thrust in hard and felt her whole body shake. Her pussy gripped his cock so tight he screamed out. He was cumming so hard that he leaned over and rested his hands on the bed for balance.

"That's it baby. God I love fucking you."

Cameron kissed her lower back gently. "I know."

Suddenly both of them stopped moving and talking. There was a click of a door and without saying a word; both of them knew there would be a problem. Cameron's girlfriend Ainsley had arrived home early.

Ainsley rarely went to bars. Well, actually, she had never been in a bar or club except the one time at her high school graduation when the bar conveniently forgot to check ID at the front. She wasn't the partying type and after breaking up with her boyfriend, she wasn't in the mood to do anything. Her best friend Adriana had dragged her to the bar. Adriana was sick and tired of her best friend being so depressed and sad. It had been over two weeks since she had caught her boyfriend having sex with another woman. She had a history of attracting cheating guys and she had thought Cameron was different.

"You look gorgeous sweetie. You better get picked up by some handsome guy and have wild sex." Adriana looked at her best friend and knew that any guy would be crazy not to. She had worn a tiny pink dress with matching high heels. Her blonde hair was curled and she had pink lipstick that made her lips look pouty and sexy all at the same time.

"Yeah whatever. I have to work tomorrow remember?"

"Just cancel the meeting. Seriously you work too hard."

"I can't. This bride sounds neurotic already and if she doesn't hire me to be her wedding planner then she'll go to Sinders and get one of the snotty women to plan her wedding."

Adriana rolled her eyes. Ever since her best friend had become a wedding planner seven years ago, she had never had a good thing to say about the big wedding dress store across town. They always messed up the dress orders and had messed up so many weddings it was crazy. Ainsley wanted and needed to be known as a wedding planner with the personal touch.

"Fine then. When's the bride thinking of getting married?"

By this time, the two young women were at the bar gulping down a few shots. Ainsley didn't know what she was drinking, but it was making her feel warm inside.

"Christmas Eve." Ainsley looked at Adriana. She knew the look she was getting and just waited for the lecture.

"You said you'd never plan a wedding for Christmas Eve. After Jason, you said you wouldn't plan any weddings from November until January. Is that a good idea?"

Ainsley stared at her best friend. She really did care about her and right now, she needed all the love and support she could get. She gulped down her fourth shot and answered. 

"The only apartment that was available for rent starting the first of November is almost twice as expensive as the place Cameron and I were sharing. I need the wedding to pay for rent otherwise, by January; I'll have used up all my savings. As it is, I'm going to need a loan to pay for the flight for the two destination weddings I'm planning in March."

Ainsley was trying hard not to pout. She didn't want anyone to feel sorry for her, but it was very difficult. Her best friend would understand. She always did.

"I'm sorry. No more talk about work. Let's go dance."

Ainsley was about to protest, but didn't have time. She was pushed onto the dance floor and began to dance. It was a fast song and she tried desperately not to look like an idiot. As she danced, she felt a warm body nudge up against her and she turned to see a tall handsome guy. The light in the club was dim, but all she cared about was the fact that this man looked nothing like Jason or Cameron. It felt good and when he gripped her hips with his large hands and helped her shake her hips a bit more, she didn't protest.

Adriana watched the scene unfold. She had no idea who this man was, but he was flirting with Ainsley and Ainsley was giving as much as she was receiving. Soon Ainsley had spun around and was face to face with the man. He looked familiar, but she was so drunk that she couldn't figure it out. It hurt her head so she stopped trying to place where she had seen him. She had gone to enough weddings over the last few months that he could have been anyone.

"I'm Ainsley."

"I'm Parker."

Ainsley smiled and wrapped her arms around Parker. She was wearing four-inch heels, but she still had to get up on her tiptoes to reach around his neck. Parker slid his hands down her back and cupped her butt.

"I don't normally do this. I promise." Ainsley wasn't thinking straight, but was trying to convince herself more than him that she wasn't this aggressive. She leaned up and kissed him hard on the lips. He kissed her back and pulled her off the dance floor to a dark corner. She hadn't stopped kissing him and all he could do was hold her tight. She was swaying back and forth as if the room was spinning. Parker knew she was drunk.

"You're drunk. You should go home." Parker wasn't the type to take advantage of a woman when she was intoxicated. It wasn't in his nature.

"Take me home." Ainsley suddenly had this urge to have sex with Parker. She had no idea where this was coming from, but the close dancing, the loud music from the club, along with him grinding against her had turned her on. She didn't remember the last time she had been so aroused and she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"O.K., I will take you home, Ainsley."

Ainsley and Parker made their way out of the club. Adriana watched and mouthed the words 'call me' as they left the club. Adriana hadn't really been paying attention to her best friend after they had left the dance floor. She had a cute guy herself who was desperately trying to bring her home. She loved being a tease. She made a mental note to call Ainsley in the morning to make sure she got home all right.

***

Ainsley stumbled into her apartment and fumbled to turn on the lights. Parker was right behind her, making sure she didn't fall. She turned on the lights and Parker saw that she lived in a tiny apartment. It was one main room with two doors on the right. One led to the bathroom and the other was probably a closet. The kitchen was against one wall and opened into the main area. The main sleeping area barely fit the bed, but Parker realized that it was a King size bed. He wondered why a petite single woman had a King Size bed, but didn't think this was the time to ask. He was about to say goodnight when Ainsley pulled him towards her bed.

"I want you so badly Parker."

"Ainsley no. We just met. You're drunk."

"I'm not taking no for an answer. You're just as horny as me." Ainsley glanced down at Parker's pants. It was true. From the time he first saw her walk into the bar, he had had a raging hard-on. She looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place her. He worked at the local hotel and figured the number of people coming and going in that place for weddings and special events meant they had probably crossed paths at one point.

"Ainsley, please." Parker tried to struggle, but it was no use. His cock was throbbing and all willpower he had was gone when she removed her dress and panties. She slid up on the bed and spread he legs wide. She wasn't wearing a bra, but still had the four inch pink high heels. Parker groaned.

"I'm not going to regret this. You can just leave before I wake up tomorrow."

Parker didn't hear a word she had said. While she was convincing him to fuck her, she had spread her legs wider and was rubbing her clit gently with her fingers. He growled and pulled off his shirt, lunging for her.

He pushed her onto her back and wrapped his lips tight around one of her nipples. She arched her back and he sucked harder. Her breasts weren't that large, but the nipples were so hard that he felt them throb in his mouth. While one hand squeezed her breast, pushing more of it into his mouth, his other hand unzipped his pants.

"That feels amazing." Ainsley's body was on fire. She had never felt this aroused, not with Jason or with Cameron. As she lay back, she realized that in her twenty-seven years, she had only had sex with two guys. Here she was, on one drunken night, increasing the number of guys she had had sex with by fifty percent. Unfortunately, that was all her brain was thinking because the rest of her body was reacting to the raging hormones that were racing through her body.

Parker stopped sucking on her nipple long enough to yank down his pants and boxers. Once naked, he lay on his back and fumbled with the condom package that he had taken from his pants pocket. He watched as Ainsley slid into his lap and after moving to straddle his thigh, began to grind against it. Park moaned. Looking down he saw her pussy lips against his leg. She was so wet, he could feel it. She wiggled her hips back and forth while her hands played with her nipples.

"That is so fucking sexy." Parker slid the condom on then picked her up by her waist and impaled her on his cock. He knew she didn't want it slow. She was so horny that she would probably slap him if he tried to take it slow and sensual. He knew this was only going to be a one-night stand so it didn't matter.

"Go harder. I need it hard to cum." Ainsley was whining as she rubbed her clit. She pinched it hard then winced. She had never cum during sex and was afraid that she wouldn't be able to. She furiously rubbed her clit.

"God you're tight." Parker couldn't think straight at all. He wanted only one thing and that was to cum inside her. He watched as she continued to rub her clit. Her fingers were wet with her juices and he imagined waking her up by licking her pussy tomorrow morning. He grunted and felt her pussy clamp down on his cock. Her whole body shook and she moved her hand away from her clit. Her whole body convulsed in spasms and had he not been holding on to her hips, she would have fallen over.

"Oh." Ainsley fell forward and buried her head in his chest. He lifted her hips up and down, continuing the hard fast fucking he needed to orgasm. He was getting close to cumming, but then suddenly he was there. He closed his eyes tight and exploded inside her. He felt her teeth bite gently on his nipple and he ran his hands through her thick blonde hair.

"Dear god that was amazing." Parker rolled her off of him and then stumbled to the kitchen to throw out the used condom. By the time he got back to bed, she was fast asleep on her tummy. He grinned and slid in next to her. He remembered what she said about leaving before she woke up. He closed his eyes.

Ainsley opened her eyes and immediately cried out in pleasure. She had been having an intense dream where a handsome guy was licking her pussy. She had never had a dream like that before, but either way, she enjoyed how the dream made her feel. When she opened her eyes, she realized it wasn't a dream. A handsome man was kneeling between his legs and his tongue was lashing against her swollen clit. She tried to remember why a man was in her bed.




Something Old, Something New



I hate weddings. Especially the Asian ones - mind-bogglingly large, unnecessarily exuberant, and all the bad blood and family politics that erupt. In my experience, at least, Western weddings were a lot tamer. Formal, yes, but at least families got together to celebrate rather than bring up vendettas. But, I digress. The problem that hit me the most was, given the number of people who attended, I was bound to come across someone I knew. And I did.

It was my ex.

That was a bitter pill to swallow. Lisa and I had been together for five years and were about to get married, until she developed a case of cold feet and ran off - only to hook up with another guy she had just met. The worst bit, outside of the emotional stress, was that in Asian cultures, I was the one who had lost face. I looked bad to her family, being seen as the cause rather than the victim. Five years down the track, this wedding happened. It was a friend who I hadn't seen in a while. A few degrees of separation through the family circles, and it turned out that one of the bridesmaids was Lisa. Which would've been fine - with all the makeup and fancy dresses, I could hardly recognise her, but when she tried to make amends, it snapped something in my mind.

When the storm clouds in my head cleared, I found myself on the beach. I couldn't remember the previous half an hour. I must've been really angry. Maybe I said something. The reception was still going on, somewhere in the distance. I had made my way down the boardwalk and found sanctuary with the rolling waves. The full moon illuminated the beach like a bright street light. I was conscious of how far I had wandered. I left my jacket and found at the party. I felt sick in the stomach and didn't want to go back yet. Not with Lisa there.

"You all right?"

I turned around to see another familiar face. My chest began to cramp, but this time it was a false alarm. It wasn't Lisa. It was her younger sister, Diana. Though five years younger, Diana was the more mature sibling. We were good friends until the breakup, and we lost contact after she moved out of town. There wasn't anything between us as far as sparks go. She saw me as her older brother and I treated her as the sister I didn't have. Lisa's rash decision hurt both of us in that regard, and we drifted apart. Being more level-headed, Diana had more success in holding onto her career aspirations, but with more expected of her, she was under constant scrutiny by her extended family. Her studies, her relationships and her finances were all criticised by someone, somewhere. She had been most flustered with her weight - as usual, the women in the family regarded her as fat. She was the curvy sort, though nothing in the realm of being overweight. Nonetheless, she had slimmed down since last we met.

"I saw your confrontation with Lisa," she said. "I wanted to check that you were okay. It's not your fault."

"Thanks, I appreciate it," I replied. "And yeah, I'm okay. Just needed to clear my head."

"Me too," said Diana. "Couldn't stand the bitchy women back there."

I stifled a laugh. It had been a long time since we had spoken with each other. We stood on the beach, looking out to the sea. I looked over at Diana. I was head taller than her, though her heels made up some of the difference. She was wearing a modest beige evening gown. As was her style, she didn't show too much, partially because of a skin condition that made her arms and back rough and unappealing. It didn't look too bad now, but she must still be conscious of it.

"Feel like going for a swim?" she asked.

"We're not exactly dressed for it." I answered.

"Then we take our clothes off."

Naked? As in, skinny dipping? It was bizarre to hear it from Diana. Her family was very conservative and she was the sort who thought risk-taking was silly and unnecessary, kind of like how I see it. The big brother side of me started to show. I wanted to tell her that it was a silly idea and that we'd get caught. Besides, there was the reception going on and we should go back so that we wouldn't insult the newlyweds. She would've accepted my refusal and gone back with me. If I had said so.

"Sure, whatever, let's go."

I unbuttoned my shirt as she unzipped her dress. Our underwear came off within seconds and we ran to the water. The first touch was cold, but we kept on going. We didn't care that we were nude. Our eyes weren't on each other. We just wanted to go. A moment of hesitation and we would've stopped, so we dove right in. The hardest part is getting each part of your body wet. As soon as the first wave came, I flopped forward. The water was too shallow for me dive properly, so I stumbled awkward and nearly had a mouthful of seaweed. The distinct taste of the salty water filled my mouth. I managed to get my hair wet, which was enough to make me feel comfortable enough. The next wave removed any doubts that I was sufficiently wet. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I couldn't quite believe that we had escaped a wedding to go skinny dipping. Neither Diana nor I would have done so on our own volition. We both wanted to get away from our trappings. Our clothes were now far away on the shore as we splashed around and floated in the wild sea. We didn't play around like kids or try to splash water on each other - the surf was a little too rough to muck around and we just wanted to feel liberated. As soon as the thrill fizzled out, we made our way back. It was cold, and the current was strong - I certainly had no intention of being swept out. 

It was pretty chilly, but the warmth of being free made it worthwhile. Nonetheless, I was pretty keen on drying off and getting some actual warmth. Diana felt the same. She held her arms around her body, shivering but otherwise happy. She walked quickly ahead of me, eager to get her clothes back on. I watched her with some innocent pleasure, captivated by her long, wet black hair against her bare back and her glistening buttocks. Despite our close encounters, we had never seen each other naked. I had walked in on her while changing a couple of times in the past, but she was always a careful person and never got into a compromising position. This was probably the only time she had broken that rule.

My thoughts were disturbed when my foot caught on something. Thinking it was another blob of seaweed, I looked down to see my feet ankle-deep in the wet sand. I lifted my right foot, which came out with a loud slurp, and it sank again when I stepped forward. I lifted my left foot, or at least I tried to. The sand didn't want to let go. I twisted it free, and again it sank when I placed it down. I observed in fascination as the glistening sand seemed to move around my feet. I could see faint ripples where the sand had turned into a soft slurry, which condensed around my feet to hold me down. The wet grains moved around my calves, sinking deeper. I took one more step, this time with more effort than I was comfortable with. I wasn't sure if I wanted to call out to Diana. I felt kind of embarrassed that I was struggling with a bit of wet sand.

I looked head to where Diana was. She was around fifteen metres from where I was stuck, and she had encountered her own soft patch. An increasingly deeper set of footprints led to where she was bogged down, up to her thighs in the quaking sand. The rippling pattern was even larger around Diana, indicating that she had stepped into something much bigger. Her struggles only softened the sand around her legs, causing her to sink deeper with each motion. Behind her, the hollow prints filled in with water, and then more sand. I broke free of my crumbly sand trap and walked towards Diana to help her out. Barely a few steps in, and I stepped into the same slushy trap that was enveloping her. This time, rather than curious semi-solid sand I had stepped in, this patch was nearly completely liquefied. My movements felt like they were in slow motion. I couldn't stop myself from stepping forward, compelled by the shifting sand to stumble ahead until I was also thigh-deep in the voracious sand.

Diana and I exchanged glances. We were really in trouble. The serene waves added an ironic backdrop to our predicament. It was honestly scary. The feeling of the cool sand sucking at our legs, pulling us down. What if we were stuck? What if there was no bottom? We'd be lost, naked, all because we went for a stupid skinny dip. We both concentrated on our individual struggles. I sat back, letting the sand cup my buttocks, oozing against my crotch. The sand stuck onto my legs like a thick syrup moving underneath my body. I hoped to reach the less "quick" part of the beach I was on before.

Diana was having much more difficulty. Having wandered into the middle of the quicksand, she was surrounded by the slippery, shimmering sand. Unable to feel anything underneath, she tugged on each leg to maintain balance, but it only resulted in driving her legs deeper. The sand made its way up her thighs and cupped her bottom. Surprised by the sand's intimate touch, she resumed her struggling, limited now to twisting her hips, which too succumbed to the quicksand. She looked at me with desperation. By now I had managed to free myself and circled around to her front, where the sand wasn't as unstable. This was some kind of ledge jutting out into the soft spot where Diana was trapped. It felt like it could give way at any moment, but it was the only way I could reach her. I dropped off the submerged ledge and allowed myself to sink in front of her so I could reach out with one hand while the other clutched at the buried rock. 

Diana blushed. She had a good view of my exposed parts, while I had the perfect view of her breasts, which were now being accentuated by the rising sand. She was covered in sand, seawater and sweat. Her chest rose with her heavy breathing, settling slightly deeper into the sand each time. She looked at me with a slight glint in her eyes, watching me struggle to reach her. I got a good hold of her wrist and leaned back, allowing my body to settle with the sand's movement. Diana leaned forward too, allowing her body to fall forward through the thick, gloopy sand. Before her head and shoulders went all the way under, I got an arm around her chest.

"Careful there," she said in an uncharacteristically seductive voice. I had my hand firmly her breast. It was very squishy to say the least. I tried to be delicate, but with the slippery sand, I was more or less groping it continuously, unintentionally rubbing my palm and fingers over her nipple. She let out soft moans, which in turn encouraged me, subconsciously, to continue fondling. We were both chest-deep, anchored only by my straining arm to the ledge. Eventually I had to either let go of the ledge or let go of Diana. I released my grip on her tit. She quickly settled to her shoulders. She looked at me with wide eyes.

Now that we were closer to the solid ledge, I had another idea. I pulled myself onto the ledge, laid on my back and extended my legs out. My upper body acted as a counterbalance to Diana pulling herself out, stopping me from sinking back in. I hooked my feet under her armpits. It was much easier than I anticipated, and I catapulted her head into my groin. Luckily, there wasn't an awkward erection. I was much too focused on rescuing her for the male hormones to kick in.

"Take it easy," she gasped. "I'll give you a blowjob after you get me out."

I gulped. I had the self-control before, but that one comment opened the floodgates. She held on to my waist and began to haul herself up. I kept her from sinking by wrapping my legs around her waist. Her breasts brushed against my hardening penis, lubricated by the wet sand. It naturally found its way between her tits. Diana's torso rubbed up and down, fighting against the quicksand's grip to stay up - or was she doing it intentionally? I closed my eyes and tried to resist the sudden surge of pleasure through my manhood. It felt unbelievable. I was getting titty-fucked by my ex's sister. Concentrate, damn it.

After plenty of grunting and groaning, Diana broke the sand's suction and clawed her way up my torso, sliding her breasts up my chest. There was a brief moment of respite as she lifted herself off me, intending to climb over my lower body, but the slippery sand made her stumble. Then, somehow, it happened. Our bodies lubricated by the fine, wet sand, and aroused by our struggling, my hard penis slipped into her slit. The sudden warmth of her pussy made me subconsciously search deeper, and next thing I knew, I was inside her. It was momentarily painful - it was unintentional and misdirected - but then we were overwhelmed with intense gratification. I don't either of us were thinking of apologising. I was already so close to coming from her tits rubbing into me. The only thing that got me focused was the fact that I had lost my hold on the ledge and was sinking back down into the quicksand.

She was straddling me now, and her hips descended into the sucking sand, forming a seal that stopped us from prying free. Each movement sent ripples of pleasure through our bodies. We struggled, vainly perhaps, but the intensity overwhelmed us. We gave in to our primal desires. She held onto me, not to get out, but to steady herself as she slid up and down my penis. The added pressure of the quicksand made each thrust deeper, accentuated by the soft movements of the sand over our skin. It was unreal. Thoughts of escape left our minds. We sank until we reached our shoulders, standing upright in the shifting sand, pressed against each other. I was still inside her when I reached my peak, but I didn't care. I couldn't control my orgasm any more than I could control my fate. She too reached her climax and slumped against me, spent.

We later discovered that in our wild, spontaneous intercourse, we had been standing in the shallow part of the quicksand all along, but the way we tried to float on the surface made it feel a lot deeper. Once we stretched our legs out, we were only waist deep. We both blushed as we stood naked in front of each other. I took a moment to admire her breasts, glistening with sweat and sand. We laughed. After an awkward silence, we waded out of the quicksand. Something in me felt guilty about having just fucked my ex's sister. Should I be feeling guilty? The thoughts of facing Lisa and her family once more made me jittery, like I had spoiled the remaining daughter. I wasn't sure if it was something I wanted to pursue, or whether this was something that we should forget. For once, I dropped the façade of being the older brother and turned to Diana for a hint of advice.

"What if Lisa asks?"

Diana shrugged. With her hair down, she walked proudly towards where we left our clothes. "Don't tell her."