13 comments/ 135651 views/ 15 favorites Summer Fun By: destinie21 This story is property of Destinie21 please do not read if you are under the age of 18 or otherwise prohibited. This story contains mother daughter incest so if that is a topic that you find offensive then you may want to stop reading now. To all others enjoy. I take a deep breath, and inhale the salty air that is filled with the aroma of taffy, roasting peanuts, and the musty smell of metallic amusement. We’re holding hands, she rubs her thumb along the bottom of mine and I squeeze her hand tighter, communicating without words. We walk past the Million-Dollar pier. That’s where we first met and shared our first kiss. Sometimes she still calls me her million-dollar girl. Back in the days before I‘d really known her I used to come to the beach just to watch her. All I‘d known about her was she liked corn dogs, but only with mustard and she drank more orange soda than anyone I‘d ever seen. She had at least 10 bikinis but she never wore the matching tops and bottoms together. She had friends, they were always with her as if the three of them were connected at the hip and there were always boys. Boys that would talk to her and try for hours to make her laugh just so her teeth would glint in the sunlight as she tossed her black hair over a sun bronzed shoulder. I envied those boys, the ones who were close enough to touch her. I’d have traded almost anything to bring her an orange Crush and have her fingertips brush mine as she took the can. I’d lay on my stomach with my sunglasses on and stare her way for hours. Even after I turned over I would glance her way from time to time and concentrate on trying to single out her voice among the noise of the beach. And when she rose to go into the ocean my mouth would always go dry when I saw how her swimsuit had crept up into her secret places. There was always that pale innocent skin where the sun had not touched. Her hand would pull at the material covering the skin again but I always waited for those brief seconds. One day in the middle of the summer when the heat wave had been going strong for weeks, and it was 93 degrees at ten o’clock in the morning I went to the beach. There were already people there lethargic from the heat and sun. Even the ocean provided no solace. The water was too warm and the sun dried you before you reached the edge. By the time you got back to your towel there was no need for it. I was wandering around near the piers looking for shade and a little coolness. The red bikini I wore seemed unbearably hot though I was practically naked. My long dark hair was piled into an unkempt bun and I could see the glare of the sun on the white sand despite my sunglasses. I wished I could find some cool sand to dig my toes in, even my flip-flops seemed to hot to have to bear. I had my head bent trying to at least keep the sun from my face. As I walked I passed an unattended cooler an filched a couple beers from it’s icy depths then I hurried away and headed under the Million dollar pier It wasn’t that muvh cooler but least it kept me from being directly in the sun. Sitting on my towel I twisted the cap from the one of the stolen beers and took a long taste. I almost spit it right out I couldn’t see what the big deal was to me the beer was horrible. Still I took another swallow only a sip this time. The liquid was cold at least. Plus I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to be grown or to have the thrill of rebellion rushing through my veins. I did a bit of people watching. A woman walked hauling a flailing toddler along behind her as she balanced five bags on her small shoulders. A young tan blond haired surfer waxing his board. A man who had far too much hair in places hair didn’t belong. I knew I was looking for her among all those people I also knew she wasn’t there. My eyes had scanned the crowd in both directions; maybe she wasn’t coming today. My heart sort of sank at the thought. I stayed under the pier for 15 more minutes I didn’t even finish half of the first beer. I started to get up and leave when I saw her heading down the beach. I settled back, maybe I would just watch her from here for a few moments. She was getting closer and closer to the pier my heart was beating faster as she dipped her head beneath the pier and sat down. I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything. “Hi I’m Riley I looked at her. And spoke quickly “Hello, my name is Jamie.” “Well Jamie it’s nice to meet you” She took the beer from the sand beside me “you mind?” I shook my head “no, go ahead.” We sat there drinking in silence for a few moments then she turned to me “why do you always watch me?” “What?” “Why do you always watch me?” I bit my lip and pushed a curl behind my ear. I really had nothing to lose by telling her the truth.Aside from that I couldn’t think of a feasible lie anyhow. “I think you’re pretty.” Those were the best words I could come up with just then to articulate what I was trying to say. I’d had a million conversations with her in my head but in that moment I couldn’t remember any of them. “Do you want to kiss me?” She asked casually as she reached up and pulled the sunglasses from my face. For the first time I was looking directly into her gray eyes. She was smiling and my eyes drifted to her pink lips I nodded. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. She tasted like salt and vinegar potato chips, beer and summer as she pulled my bottom lip between hers and sucked it gently. I could feel the silky hair at the base of her neck as I drew her closer exploring her mouth with my tongue. Her hands caressed my back before she moved them to free my hair. The soft black waves washed over her hands and flowed down to the middle of my back. Her fingers lingered in my hair even as we parted. She was holding my head forcing me to look into her eyes. For all my observation I had never noticed the flecks of hazel in her gray eyes. I sat there my hand still on the base of her neck staring into her eyes. After a few moments she leaned her forehead against mine and whispered “I think you’re pretty too.” I couldn’t help but smile as I leaned in and kissed her again, just briefly pressing my lips to hers. I wanted to kiss her secret places, spread her lovely legs and taste her right there on my fuzzy blue beach towel beneath the pier, but more than that I wanted to know her. After all those weeks of watching her I couldn’t bear to think of her as a summer quickie, or a brief interlude between beach trash novels, corn dogs and waves. When I pulled away I couldn’t keep the smile from my lips and despite her tan she was blushing a little under my gaze. I linked my hand with hers and said “So how did you know I was down here?” “My mother owns the new bookstore down by Miller Street and we live in the apartment over it. I saw you coming down here from my window.” We sat in silence for a few minutes more before she asked if I wanted a soda. I said yes although I hadn’t wanted anything until the moment she suggested it. We emerged from beneath the pier and walked down the beach. I naturally assumed we were headed for one of the many snack shops that lined the pier but we didn’t stop at any one f them. In fact we walked off the beach and headed for the shops that were along the strip. For a brief moment I wanted to return to the pier because Riley had discarded my hair tie there, among the two half full beer bottles, but before I could think on it to long we arrived at what was apparently our destination. It was a smallish bookstore called Thalia’s, before Riley opened the door I noticed someone had spent a considerable amount of time stenciling the phrase “‘Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss” on the window of the entrance. I recognized the phrase from Shakespeare’s Pericles, Act Sc.2, and I and wondered what the owner of the store would be like. I didn’t have to wait long when we entered the store I saw a woman behind the counter reading a book. I knew in an instant that she was Riley’s mother. Her hair was streaked in alternating dark and light colors ranging from the natural chestnut color to golden blonde to burnt sienna and every color variation in between. On another woman it might have looked horribly dramatic but in her case her dark coloring, slightly angular face, and full lips made it look downright sexy. Aside from her hair and Hazel eyes she might have looked exactly like Riley. She was wearing a Black Ramones T-shirt; the cotton clung to her breasts in a way that made it clear she hadn’t bothered with a bra. Her fingernails were a bit long and painted the most enticing shade of red and when she ran them through her unruly curls my eyes followed them like a crow would watch a shiny bauble in the sun. When my eyes rested once again her face there was an amused smile on her lips and though she addressed her daughter she kept her eyes on me. “Who is your pretty little friend Riley?” Her mother’s eyes ravaged my body. My stare had been clumsy but hers was intentionally slow and by the time her eyes me mine I was blushing. “This is Jamie. Jamie this is my mother Thalia,” Thalia stepped out from behind the counter and it was all I could do not to gasp. Aside from the Ramones t-shirt that fell to the uppermost part of he thighs she was unclothed, even her feet were bare. “Nice to meet you Jamie.” She said sticking out her hand I shook her hand still wondering at her outfit or rather the lack there of. “I’m going to get the soda.” Riley announced and headed up a flight of stairs and out of view. The second Riley was gone Thalia pulled my hand causing me to fall forward a bit into her arms. Then her lips were on mine and her hands were all over me as she dipped her tongue into my mouth. She tasted like oranges and her breath was hot, Her hands were in my hair now cradling my head and pulling me closer as our tongues touched , My hands trailed down her back and I cupped her full firm ass in my hands. I discovered that she was wearing a bikini bottom beneath the shirt. We were still in that position when Riley bounded down the stairs. I’d tried to pull away when I heard her coming but her mother held fast to my head continuing to kiss me. My mind was hazy with lust and I was conflicted over submitting to being kissed or fighting the mother of the object of my affection. Before I reached any resolution Thalia pulled away giggling, it seemed her goal had been for her daughter to see us. “God mother.” Riley rolled her eyes and didn’t seem at all bothered as she handed me a can of soda and popped the top on her own taking a hearty swig. I only took a sip of my drink after it was open. I was busy trying to understand what was going on around here. I didn’t really have to think over much about the situation only because I didn’t get the chance. When Riley took the can from her lips setting it on the counter she turned to me smiling. “Mother and I are very close.” As she said this she moved toward Thalia and kissed her full on the lips, I could see their tongues meeting and when her mother shifted a bit I could see that Riley had one hand in her mass of curly hair and the other grasped her mother’s ass. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Riley’s hand crept beneath the tee-shirt and I saw for the first time that the bikini bottoms Thalia wore were almost the exact same shade as her nails. Riley’s hand passed beneath the back of the fabric from the waist and I could tell that her hand was kneading the flesh as they continued to kiss. I could feel my own nipples getting hard and my cunt beginning to open slightly as I watched them. The two woman pulled apart and again Riley smiled at me as Thalia walked to the entrance locking the deadbolt and flipping the closed sign outward. Without a word she turned and headed for the staircase that I could only assume lead to their home. Riley reached over and took my hand land followed her mother. I walked up the stairs little bursts of excitement flitting through my stomach. I had been with other girls before but never at the same time. Added to that was the fact that my first menage trios would be with a mother and daughter I was positively dripping by the time we reached the apartment. It was very nice neat in a disorderly kind of way and homey without being overly cluttered. Riley wasted no time getting undressed we barely in the living room and already she had let go of my hand and taken off the top to her bikini and tossed it into a dark blue armchair. The bottoms followed, and just like that the body I’d lusted after for weeks was naked before me. She turned to face me and looked a little surprised to find that my bathing suit was still on. She reached and unbound her dark hair letting it wave around her face. I stood there looking at her; her skin was mostly a deep brown save only the areas that had been covered by one tiny bikini or another. The skin that hadn’t been exposed to the sun seemed fair in comparison to the darker tan, but in reality her natural skin tone was merely a lighter more subdued brown. Her breasts well formed and tipped with deep chocolate colored nipples that were already puffy with arousal. My eyes traveled lower over her flat belly to the small triangle of hair between her toned thighs. I licked my lips and she giggled trailing her left hand down her belly and slipping it between the lips of her cunt. My eyes were glued to her hand as she slid her finger slowly upward gasping a little when her fingertip brushed against her clit. She moved her finger in a slow circle massaging her clit while her right hand pinched and tugged her nipples. I wanted to kneel before her and run my tongue along the path her fingers had traced but just then I couldn’t have stopped watching her if my life had depended on it. I didn’t even notice Thalia until she was standing directly behind her daughter. She had disappeared to another part of the apartment when we had entered a few moments before. Thalia was also completely naked. Her body was partially blocked by Riley but I could see enough to know that their bodies were very similar. Thalia’ coloring was the same although I noticed she didn’t have any tan lines. I wondered briefly if she was naturally dark or is she tanned nude. Her breasts were a bit fuller as were her hips. When Riley shifted a bit I also saw that he mother’s stomach was not quite as flat. All in all child birth and age had mad Thalia’s body a bit more voluptuous than Riley’s. Riley leaned back slightly against her mother as Thalia’s fingers tugged at her nipples her own finger continued to massage her clit. Her gasps turned to moans as she shifted her hand slightly and inserted two fingers into her cunt and used her palm to rub her clit. The hand that had been on her breast was now tangled in her mother’s hair as she turned her head the two of them began kissing again. I slipped my fingers beneath the waist band of my bikini bottom and ran my fingers over my slit. Pushing lightly I slipped my finger between the slick lips of mf my cunt and massaged my clit lightly with the tip of my finger. I moaned softly as little shocks of pleasure ran through my body. I used my other hand to spread my cunt leaving my clit fully exposed . I tugged the little pearl of flesh between my fingers as my hips thrust forward. My eyes were still on the scene before me as I masturbated. I was very close to climaxing and I could feel my body tightening in anticipation. A few moments later I was spent and Riley wasn't far behind me,her loud moans echoing her pleasure into the air conditioned apartment. I smiled collapsing in an armchair a few feet away. Both Thalia and Riley were looking at me now. I had a feeling that this was only the beginning. Part Two is in the works please send feedback and vote Summer Fun Finally, it was here... summer. It was only a short reprieve, I suppose; but, for a few weeks I had no worries, no deadlines, no responsibilities. Summer was for nothing but fun. Too soon college would be here. Until then, I planned on relaxing by the pool, after sleeping in every day. That was my plan anyhow, but, we all know what they say about the best laid plans. The first day started off well enough, I slept in until about ten -- waking for a small breakfast, before returning to my room for the newest of my swimsuits. This one I had kept hidden away, because I was sure my father would have a fit if he found it. It barely covered the important areas, perfect for the minimalist of tan lines. Stretched out on the lounger, my music drowning out any sounds around me, my eyes drifted closed to better enjoy the sun's warmth against the oil-shimmering expanse of my nearly naked body. I knew I had hours before dad returned from work; I had an alarm to ensure that was not going to be a concern. Before long, I drifted deeper, letting sleep fully claim me. I was not really quite awake, even as my eyelids tried to drift open, feeling a coolness over part of me. Trying to figure out where the shade was coming from, having thought I was far enough from the few trees in the yard to remain in the sun for most of the day. Blinking a few times, I finally had adjusted enough to see my dad standing over me. The look on his face contained anger, beyond a doubt; anything more, I did not quite grasp. It took him a moment or two, before he spoke. And with the breaking of the silence, he also seemed to come out of the motionless trance he was in, reaching down with one hand and firmly grasping my arm, yanking me up off the lounger. Dragging me into the house, the entire way venting about my choice of bikinis, my lewd display, my lack of decency. I had known all along he would react this way -- I had just tried to keep him from knowing. I tried to counter his statements... it was our fenced backyard, no one was home, no one could see. Not that I wanted to discuss it with my father of course, but, I did even try and refute his harsh words when he started raging on what a slut I must be, to dress like that. I had barely even been kissed, let alone anything else. Not that I had not heard most of my friends and others discussing how far they had let this boy or that one go. Some had even lost their virginity. It was not like I was a priss or anything -- I just had not found anyone that stirred that much need within me. His fingers becoming a bruising grasp on my arm as he finally stopped in the middle of the living room. I nearly fell as he yanked once more on my arm; forcing me to face him. Leaning down from his over six-foot height, bringing his face down close to mine, I could feel the heat of his breath as he continued ranting. Interspersing disparaging comments about me with those of my mother. She had left when I was very young; I do not really remember much about her. Even with his attention so focused on me; I heard the front door. I was confused for a moment, until I heard my brother's voice calling out; he was not supposed to be home for another week yet. I was hoping this was my much needed reprieve; but, fate it seemed was not listening in for my call. Instead, stopping in the middle of what he was saying, my father called out to him. Within moments, my brother rounded the corner. I looked to him, pleading for intervention. I already knew it would not be forthcoming, he had sided with my father on everything for as long as I knew. Even when it would have meant nothing to stand up for me; he never had. Instead, he just shook his head, already adding his own scathing comments about my bathing suit. My father just shook his head; starting in on the part of the lecture that included how he had done his best, tried to teach me the proper behavior, tried to instill morals in me. I knew at least he was winding up at this point. I tried to pacify him, making comments regarding how I would try harder, would behave, on and on. But, at the point when he should have started in with the punishment, I was guessing weeks of grounding or no cell phone, he did something I had not even expected. Dragging me from the middle of the living room, over toward the large couch, he sat down and began to drag me over his lap. For the first few seconds, I was stunned; and then I began trying to rise up. His hand spread out over my back, another over my thighs. He began some rant about how I never behave so badly as a child, back when he used to spank us both for any transgression. It was only now that I supposedly thought I was too old for such punishments; that I suddenly started acting out of control. I was fighting as well as I could through the shock of it, kicking and hitting at him. I had almost gotten off the plane of his thighs when I felt another set of hands. It must have been my brother, grabbing at my ankles, capturing them in his strong grasp. My father then reached and shackled my wrists in one of his hands. The first smack across my bottom silenced me with shock. I heard it before I felt the burning sensation traversing both cheeks. There was not even time before a half dozen more fell. His berating comments continued, punctuated by the continual slaps that seemed to every inch of bared flesh. The thong bottom that I thought so perfect this morning, left no protection whatsoever from his abuse. His ranting took a new turn, perhaps only minutes into the spanking; although it had felt like hours. It became almost a lecture to my brother, about the evil ways of women. Detailing how they would first seem so innocent; how they would twist you around their finger, finagling every promise from you. But, once they knew they had you trapped, it was then that you finally learned the truth. It was then that you learned, too late, that women were nothing but whores; meant to be fucked, never to be cherished. I was just grateful he had stopped tormenting my ass. I did not dare move even when he let go of my hands. I just laid there, silent, barely even breathing for fear he would begin again. His now free hand laying between my shoulder blades. Every nerve seeming filled with fire as the other palm rested on abused flesh. I swore it had to be unintentional, his hand caressing over the reddened flesh as he spoke. But, the caresses became more insistent, pulling me closer to him. I felt the unmistakable bulge against my side. Just because I had never done anything sexual, did not make me completely ignorant. I could feel my brother's hands moving upward along my legs, as he agreed with everything my father said. Interjecting his own comments about some of the girls he knew in school. How they would flaunt their bodies and turn around to slap you for looking to intently at what they were showing off. Not to mention what they would scream, if you tried to touch any of it. Pretending innocence in a kiss, knowing how it would lead a man on; only to tease by never giving up more. Just feeding into my father's rambling discourse -- one story topping the next between them. I did not know what to do, I wanted to flee. But, to do so would be to draw attention to myself -- to invite more punishment or lectures. But, as their hands kept moving, caressing, I could hear their breath quickening. I knew I needed to move, regardless of the consequences. Making probably incoherent mumblings of my own about never wearing the bikini again, about being a good girl still, etc. I tried to rise up, and quietly slip from their presence. Again, fate denied me the easy option. Painfully gripping my left arm, my father whipped me around until I was facing him once again. The evilness in his gaze was enough to cause me to tremble, I tried pulling away as his other hand reached for me. With a sharp tug, he ripped the small top from me, ruining the strings. His tone was condescending when he sneered a comment about me never wearing that again for certain now. My brother, caught in the madness rose up behind me and unceremoniously mimicked the action with the small bottoms. That only seemed to fuel fire that had been burning into an inferno already. The sight of my smooth fleshed pussy was gasoline upon those flames. My father reached out, forcing my thighs to part wider, as he looked between my bared folds and my face with disgust. Demanding again and again why I had defaced myself, who I had done it for, why I had to be a slut like all of the rest of the women, how I could have ignored his teachings so thoroughly. When I did not answer him, not that I had an answer he wanted to hear, his meaty paw gripped around my tender mons. Rising up once more from the couch, still holding me with that lewd grip, he continued the barrage of questions, stepping closer and closer into my space. I tried stepping backward, to somehow get out of his hold, but, that only lasted a moment, brought up short by my brother's large frame. His hands suddenly reached out, grabbing onto my hips, holding me still for the interrogation. Or at least that is what I had thought, but, even as I thought I stilled, there was an imperceptible motion forced by his grip, my hips moving from side to side, as I felt his thrusting forward. His voice was rough, by what I was not sure, at some later time I would understand it as arousal. Mockingly informing my father that I was rubbing up against him, like a slut. I did not dare contradict him -- I am sure that would have only made things worse; not that I thought it could get any worse. I should have known better. I cried out sharply as my father's fingers gripped that much tighter around my tender mons. Stepping that much closer to me, my body crushed between theirs, his breath hot against my face as he seemed to scream that much louder. His words pounding into my ears as he informed me that everything in that house belonged to him, and him alone, including me. I was told there was no way I was going to be allowed to continue ruining his property, giving away his valuables like they were my own. I was completely baffled by this point, overwhelmed by the trapped feeling, not even registering at first as my brother's hands moved higher, painfully gripping my breasts; tauntingly asking my father if he knew how many boys had seen them. Twisting the nipples between finger and thumb, pulling out the sensitive nubs as if to emphasize his point. I could feel his erection more firmly pressing into my asscheeks, as if mocking the very act they were accusing me of committing. It was the next words out of his mouth, though, that perhaps had sealed my fate completely; when he stated that I was surely not a virgin anymore, in any way. My hair suddenly became twisted in my father's grip, the floor rushing up to meet me as he threw me down by that hold. The next sound I heard was the belt being drawn from his pants. My brother swiftly moved down on the floor in front of me, holding me down. The first strike of the belt was more brutal than all of the spankings before. My father demanded I raise my hips up from the floor, to hold still for my punishment, or it would be worse. I was not sure how it could be any worse. Again, I should have known better. The belt struck from the upper rise of my cheeks all the way down my thighs, catching from the outside all the way to the inner edges. Goading my father on, my brother intimated how obvious it was that I was a slut, offering up myself in that pose, like I was begging for some random cock. He began spouting off lies of how I would parade around the house naked when my father was not there, trying to tempt him. Again and again, I heard him saying what a slut I was, how he was certain I was giving up "our father's property" to any man that looked at me. That he had caught me masturbating in my room once, with the door wide open, as if I wanted him to watch me. I was hearing it so much, I almost believed it. Between the tears and screams of pain, I was begging them to stop. I admitted anything they said I should, just hoping for it all to end. The belt finally dropped to the floor. I thought maybe they were done with their abuse. For a few heartbeats all I could hear was our heavy panting breaths; but what followed, chilled me more than the sound of his belt cutting through the air. It was the unmistakable sound of his zipper. My father's rant turned once more in scope, now instead of raging over how innocent and pure I should have been; now it was all about how if anyone was going to benefit from his belongings it might as well be him. Even if I had guessed his intent, I would not have believed it possible. Without warning, I suddenly felt his cock pressing into me. Trying to pull away only pushed me into my brother's lap. That made all the more scary as I watched him too baring his turgid length. My pussy was unbearably tight, not at all prepared for such a ravaging invasion. And even as he pushed against the flimsy barrier that proved all of my assertions, he did not relent. While everyone was warned that first time would hurt a bit; I never imagined it would hurt that much. When my mouth opened on a scream, the sound never echoed; my brother's thick length suddenly arching into my parted lips. His hand fisting in my hair, he forced me to take more with every thrust of his hips. Even as I gagged on it, he forced more into my throat. My hands were trying to push him away, but, it was a losing battle -- no matter which way I moved, one of them was going to impale me with a raping force. They each seemed to feed off of the vile words they were spewing about me. They goaded one another on this perverted and painful path. I could only remain limp between them until finally with a powered thrust each of them filled me with their cum. I could not keep up with all of the viscous liquid filling my mouth, most of it sliding out with my brother's last strokes. As my father finished off and pulled free from my painfully abused pussy, I was again berated for making him do this, for forcing him to prove how his property was meant to be used. On top of it all, the mess that pooled on each of us, and the floor -- was my fault as well. Ordered to clean it all up, I moved as quickly as I could to the bathroom for washcloths, wiping myself off as much as I could in a few moments. I did not want to wait too long before returning; wrapping my thick bathrobe around me as I went. I tried handing them each a cloth; that however, was not allowed it seemed. Trembling before them, as they both stood, my father's hand pushed me to my knees. Standing over me, both of their semi-hard cocks hanging free from their only partially lowered jeans, my father informed me that no longer was privileged enough to have a real name; only proper girls were given names. From now on, I would only be called by my actions, since I wanted -- in his twisted mind -- to behave like a whore... they would both call me any one of various names, whether it be slut, whore, cunt, or whatever they thought appropriate at the time. My brother fully caught in the warped spirit of the day ripped the bathroom from my back; telling me sluts did not deserve clothing either. Forgetting myself, I opened my mouth to protest, instead finding my face pushed forward into his crotch. The mocking voice of my brother demanding that since I behave like such a bitch in heat, I might as well act like the dog that I am... and lick up my mess. His hands tight on my head, guiding my face, threatening what would happen if I did not do a good job. When he finally felt I had done a good enough job, I was ordered to put him back into pants and take care of the mess I left in our father's lap. When I stood up on shaky legs to walk across the room, he angrily pushed me back to the floor; reminded me that dogs do not stand on two legs. Receiving one more slap to already abused bottom, I tried to hurry out of his reach, and to my father's feet. I tried to ignore the reality of what I was doing, the blood that coated his cock along with the streaks of his cum. When I was about to finish, my brother stepped up behind me tugging a looped chain over my head. Perhaps at some signal from my father, he gave a tug. The chain tightened swiftly, cutting off my air supply. I moved toward my brother with a scurried shuffle on my knees, seeing the leash in his hand; and the smirk upon his lips. With the aid of the leash, he dragged me over to the pooled mess upon the floor, pushing down on the back of my head until my face was smooshed into the floor. I was told dogs that left messes in the house, had to clean them up... with their tongues. I did not even bother protesting, it did not matter. I could only hope they would tire of this soon, and leave me alone -- so I could remove the choke chain collar. They both stood there watching me intently, my father stepping closer to lean down and place some sort of lock part way along the choke chain. It allowed me enough leeway to breath, barely; but, there was no hope in removing it. I could hear their taunting comments, their plans... my father commented that now that they had their own bitch in heat to take care of; they would certainly need to be at home more often. My brother asked whether or not they should purchase a kennel for indoors, outside, or both; since they would now be able to turn my bedroom into a 'play' room, now that they no longer had to worry about me needing a bed or clothes, for that matter. I bit my lower lip, trying to block out their words. I knew that this year, summer was for nothing but torment. At least college would get here soon? Summer Fun A gentle breeze was blowing; just enough to keep the flies away and it blew her hair over my face. Together we lay in my hammock swaying slowly back and forth. The sun was bright but in the shade on the balcony it was out of mind. The warm, mid August air made it comfortable just to lay, sway and let the afternoon drift away. She weighted down on me we swung back and forth, breathing easily. Her body was soft and I rested my chin on the top of her head. This was the closest we had been, I kissed her goodbye on our first date and we had gone to the fair together but now we just lay. Her body so close and comfortable, I hugged her to me. She rolled in the hammock and kissed me right on the lips. I kissed back and we continued to kiss for some time still gently swinging. She pulled back from the kiss and we stared at each other. I played with her hair and she smiled and rubbed her feet against mine. Our feet intermingled and when she got my foot down she laughed and then kissed me again. When the kiss ended she was lying on top of me and she rested her head facing my ear on the hammock. We swayed back and forth in sync with our breathing. I reached up and rubbed her back pulling her more down on top of me. I loved the weight, her beautiful body pressing down on me. Each swing she pressed a little harder at the bottom of each pass. The breeze had slowed and while we had swung, the sun had started to go down in the sky, the clouds tinged pink. A mosquito flew down and landed on her upper leg. I slapped it. "mmh do that again." Realizing she must think I had spanked her I smiled to myself and slapped her again, then gripped her ass. She responded by moving against me sliding her body against my hardening cock. I spanked her again and she moaned and kissed me again, harder this time. Pushing my tongue into her mouth I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into the kiss and spanked her again. She sighed and started to slowly grind against me with her hips. Pulling from the kiss she sat up legs straddling me and did a little dance. Her body was beautiful and her hips were sliding around on my cock. I started to reach up and she pulled my hands to her tits. Soft yet solid they were better than I imagined. I massaged them before sitting up to kiss them through her shirt. Pulling me into her, her tits squeezed up against my face, I spanked her again. She bucked and squeezed me with her legs. Falling back we kissed again, our hands exploring each other. We pulled each others shirts off and she took a turn to bit my nipples and then slid her hand along my shorts feeling my cock. "Its so big." Even though I knew she was probably just saying it, the compliment felt good, thou not as good as her hand. I fiddled with her bra as she laughed turning so I could see how to get the damn thing off and then succeeding pulled her back. Sinking my face in her mounds kissing everywhere I could reach. She gripped my hair and let me play with her but then rolled back on top of me and started to hump me more intensely. She wanted more and I gripped her ass, pulling her down so her panties, now exposed under her skirt, rubbed against my cock. We both were enjoying the friction but I'm sure she would outlast me; I was so close already. Putting my legs down and pulling her to me I stood causing her to squeak in surprise. I opened the door with my feet and she giggled in my ear. Tossing her down on my bed I stared at her. She looked so vulnerable, biting her lip on the inside she look nervous hand hugging her breast. I continued to watch and she moved her hand to her stomach, seeing my eyes widen she must have taken the cue to continue. Managing to remain so vulnerable her thin body lay there; nipples hard, almost naked I had restrain myself from jumping on her. But when her hand slid beneath her waistline and her moaned in pleasure it broke my resolve. Pulling her skirt off and tossing it aside I looked back at her. She was gripping her panties, still biting her lip, almost defensively. I took her leg and brought it up to my face and kissed her toe, then the next, and then the next, kissing each toe I worked my way up her leg. Her hand only stayed still until about the knee and then she started to move, rubbing her pussy. When I got about three inches from her pussy I took her hand and pulled it away. Her panties, pink and tight fitting, were damp where her hand had been and her eyes burned with lust but she let me move her hand. I returned to where I was standing and took up her other leg and started my way down kissing every inch of skin on her tanned legs. Her breathing increased almost trying to compensate for my slow kisses and I could see her rib cage when she inhaled. By the time I was getting to her panties she was near hyperventilating. Putting my finger to my lips I knelt down and grabbed the sides of her panties. She stopped breathing entirely and held her breath as I slid the panties down. Her pussy was completely naked, she must have just shaved it and when I bent down and kissed it she screamed out grabbing a pillow to muffle herself. I stood back and stared at her naked body, so long I had waited for this and it was finally her. I pulled my pants down, unable to retain my calm pallor from before in my haste. I brought my cock out and lay it on her she shivered in anticipation and I slid it up and down. Then pressing on her, "are you ready?" Her eyes were closed but she managed a nod. I pressed and my cock entered her, pressing her flesh up and around. There was something so erotic about the stretching flesh. Her warmth enveloped me and her tightness almost kept me from going further. I pushed in, not letting back at her moans of pain but not so fast as to hurt her. When I finally stopped most of the way in she grimaced. "Its so big, I feel like your going to tear me in half. Be gentle its my first time." "Me too, you feel so good, are you ready?" "Yes fuck me, I want you." I pulled back and pushed in much faster this time. "uugh, gentle I said." Pulling out I pushed in slamming a little right at the end. She moaned. I couldn't help myself - it felt too good. I wanted to be all the way inside her and I pushed in again as deep as I could go. She arched her back and her toes curled. Again I pushed in trying, if possible, to get even farther inside. She grabbed her tits and pulled on them. "Yes play with your tits, play with your self, I want to see you go wild." I started to fuck her a little faster, if not as deep, and her tits started to rock with my motions. Our pace was gentle, but she kept getting hotter and hotter. She was gripping everything she could get her hands on and I tried to look away so I didn't cum from excitement. But I couldn't and had to force myself to hold back. I started to fuck her faster. "Yes, yes, oh my god it so good. Yes push it in me, hha ahhh hha more I want more." Still faster I moved and her tits started to shake more violently, she gripped them. "More, more spank me daddy. I've been so naughty." She was just trying to get me off now. I spanked her and fucked her harder. She moved her hand to her clit and started to play with it. I spanked her again. "Harder, daddy harder mmh fill me with your big daddy cock." I spanked her over and over making her ass and thighs red from abuse. Her tits were shaking wildly and I drilled her for all I was worth. Her pussy was gripping my cock harder than ever and she was crying in pleasure. "Aww I'm gonna cum!" "Cum on my face, cum on my face! I want you all over me. Harder daddy I want you to cum all over me and make me cum from your daddy cum." Right when I thought I couldn't take anymore I pulled out and let loose. Not on her face but entire body, her fingers were still playing with her clit and she came too. I tried to move and managed to get the last little after spurts on her face. She closed her eyes and let the cum trickle down her face. Whipping her face she looked back at me. "That was fun how long until we can go again?" Summer Fun It was a bright sunny afternoon and the waves were calmly rolling in along the shoreline. A hot pink Frisbee slides along the packed sand, and just as it's about to stop, a chocolate lab bites it and trots through the incoming wave. The water splashes around his feet as the waves roll back out again. He drops the Frisbee next to tanned feet, with bright red toenail polish on. Spencer bends down and picks up the Frisbee. Bernard jumps up and down waiting for her to throw it. She winds up and throws the Frisbee. It sails through the air, Bernard is already off running. Spencer walks into the water splashing water up her toned tanned legs. Her red and white polka dotted bikini absorbs the water as her skin creates a barrier from the sunscreen she applied earlier. She walks out of the water as a slight breeze brushes her dark brown bangs into her eyes. She shakes them out of her eyes and head back to her towel to dry off. She sits down as the Frisbee is dropped at her feet once more. She pets Bernard and throws the Frisbee into the oversized bag next to her towel. She grabs her shorts and tank top, throwing them on over her bikini. Spencer throws her bag over her should and makes her way to the boardwalk. Bernard chases after her. Spencer slides her sandy feet into her flip flops as Bernard trots alongside her. They walk home along the crowded streets as tourists fill shops and restaurants getting ready for dinner. Spencer walks right to the backyard, and flings her bag onto the porch. Bernard lies down in the grass grabbing his chew toy. Spencer slides into the outdoor shower, throwing her shorts and tank over the wall. She shimmies out of her bikini bottoms revealing her intense tan lines. She pulls the strings of her top, unleashing her beautiful breasts. Her pale skin contrasts the sun-kissed lines creating triangles around her breasts. The tanned portion of her skin matches the light brown of her nipples. She turns the cool water on. It runs down her body washing the tiny pieces of sand off her glistening body. She lathers the soap by rubbing it along her body, making sure to get all the sand off her body. She washes her hair and shaves as the sun begins to set. She pulls the towel off the hook outside the stall wrapping her body up as the water drips off her the ends of her hair. She picks up her clothes and throws them into the bag and walks into the house. Bernard follows her through the kitchen and into the living where Kali sits with her legs thrown over the arm of the chair. Spencer walks into her room as Bernard lies on the floor next to Kali. "Hey what are we gonna do tonight?" Kali yells from the living room. "Oh I don't care, as long as it's worth doing." Kali watches the food network while petting Bernard. Her frayed cut off jean shorts stick to her thighs from the heat. "I guess I should start getting ready too... hmmm," she says to Bernard. She gets up, her beer and pulls her t-shirt off as she walks down the hallway to her room. She stops opening Spencer's door. Spencer wearing only a strapless white bra and a black lace thong is rubbing lotion on her legs. "So how about dinner at El Dorado, and then we can head to the Purple Parrot?" Kali asks as she checks out Spencer's ass. "Yea, alright, I'll see if Chels and Ross wants to join us at the Purple Parrot." "Okay, I'll see if Leonard and those guys want to meet up too." Kali, closes the door, and heads into her room. Spencer turns on some music and throws her wet hair up off her shoulders. Spencer pulls on jeans and a cotton black tube top. She treks to the kitchen grabbing a beer. She heads back to her room, this time Bernard follows her, hops on the bed and lays down watching her, as she does her makeup. She dries and straightens her shoulder length hair as she dances to music. Kali steps into her open doorway with a short jean skirt and a lace tank top on. Her sun-in blonde hair is thrown up into a messy bun with a poof. He subtle makeup makes her green eyes pop. "Aren't you ready yet? Geez." "Alright, alright I'm almost ready." She glides chapstick along her thick lips, takes a last swig of her beer, grabbing her phone, cash, and id off the dresser. The girls leave the house and walk into town. "Okay Chels and Ross are meeting us later, what about Leonard," Spencer asks. "Yea Leonard is coming to dinner with his boy, and Alyssa, Jenn, and Milo are meeting us at the Purple Parrot around 9." The girls reach the outside of the restaurant and find Leonard and Charlie walking toward them. They give each other hugs, and head into El Dorado. The Mexican restaurant is filled Latino beats, and the smell of margaritas and salsa. They get seated right away since Kali's brother is a waiter. They get a pitcher of strawberry margaritas and a pitcher of mango margaritas to share. As they talk about their days, food comes and goes, as the pitchers empty quickly. They find themselves taking a shot of Patron, and a round of peach margaritas. Spencer, works her body on the bench, she is getting antsy. "Alright, are we ready to get our drink on, cause it's 8:45, and were are meeting everyone else around 9. Plus I have to pee before we head out," Spencer says. They pay the bill as Spencer goes to the bathroom. Kali says goodbye to her brother, gives him a kiss on the cheek, and tells him to meet them later once her gets off work. The four of them walk to the Purple Parrot, Kali and Spencer arm in arm singing Juanes as Leonard and Charlie hold hands, laughing at their attempt to sing Spanish. There's a line outside of the Purple Parrot, where they find Chelsea and Ross. Spencer pulls Chelsea and Ross out of line, and the group heads to the front of the line. A large muscular man stands at the door as music pours onto the sidewalk. Spencer walks right up to him, stares at him for a second, and then jumps. He catches her giving her a big hug. She kisses him on the cheek. "Ahh Benny, you are always gonna be a softy aren't you?" "Only for you gorgeous," he says, as he outs her down. "Alright guys, time to get my drink on," Spencer says as she makes her way into the bar. The bar is filled with people listening to the live band. She makes her way to the bar, and orders everyone a shot. Kali slides up next to her and they twist their arms around each other and take the shot. Kali bangs the glass on the bar, and orders two long islands. The girls now filled with more alcohol than food make their way to find Alyssa and Jenn. They find the two girls making out underneath the rainbow colored bar logo. "Oh would you knock it off already. Some of us don't have girlfriends," Kali states jokingly. "Well if you actually stopped being scared of relationships that would help to get you a girlfriend," Jenn clearly states. "Eh, I prefer nothing too difficult, or attached. A few dates and some fucking is all I need." Spencer rolls her eyes. "Yeah, I'd be great with that if you didn't bring home the loudest fucking girls on the planet. Seriously, how do you manage to find only the screamers," Spencer questions. "It's a talent," Kali smirks. She sips her drink. "And I think I've just found another one." Kali leaves them to follow an olive skinned girl, who trails after her friends. Spencer finds Milo, and the two take another shot at the bar before getting another drink. The two of them talk and make their way to the dance floor. They find Leonard and Charlie grinding on each other. Milo spins Spencer around. As she dances she notices a brown curly haired woman standing by the bar. She watches Spencer as she dances with Milo. Spencer laughs as she holds Milo's hand with her drink in the other. All of a sudden Spencer feels a set of hands on her hips. Assuming its Kali, she pushes her butt out and grinds against her. Milo smiles and lets go of her hand, as a shorter man steps in to dance with him. Spencer smiles and finishes her drink, setting it on the table next to her. She doesn't stop dancing rocking her hips back and forth, as Kali's hands run down her hips, onto her thighs, and back up again. Spencer puts her hands on top of Kali's as they both feel up and down her thighs. Spencer finally turns around, to find not Kali, but the curly haired woman she noticed earlier. Spencer taken by surprise laughs and grabs the woman's hands and pulls in close to her. "Hi, I'm Spencer." "I'm Elise," she says with a soft voice, her warm breath brushing past Spencer's ear. Spencer pulls away to see her whole body and smiles at her grabbing her hips. Their legs straddle each other as they pull in close again. Elise brushes the hair off Spencer's face, revealing flecks of gold in her dark brown eyes. Spencer closes her eyes and throws her head back, letting the lights drift across her face and collarbone. Elise doesn't let go of her, and glides her fingers down Spencer's neck to the side of her breast, tracing down her side to the top of her jeans. She slides her fingers along the inner top of her jeans, and pulls Spencer toward her. Spencer picks her head back up laughing and holds Elise close. Elise lets go of her jeans moving her hands to caress her sides again. Spencer moves her hands to Elise's thigh and slowly moves her hand on top of her pussy. Spencer pushes her hips into Elise, making her hand push harder on Elise's mound. Spencer hears a moan slightly escape Elise's lips as Elise pushes her hips toward Spencer. Elise works her hands up to Spencer's neck pulls her in close and kisses her deeply on the lips. Spencer's hand doesn't stop as she and Elise make out. Spencer already feels the pulsing of her pussy. Elise pulls away from Spencer and starts to leave the dance floor. Spencer watches her ass as she stops and turns around. She holds her hand out and Spencer walks over to her takes her hand and pulls her outside. The girls hold hands as they stumble over all the people still waiting in line. Benny looks at her and shouts, "Yeah, get it girl," as they walk down the street. "So Elise, where are we going?" "I was feeling too hot, and thought we could cool off for a bit," she says with a grin. "I like it hot." "Well I guess you don't have to come then," she says as she drops Spencer's hand. Spencer grabs her hand, stopping her, and pulls her in to kiss her. "I'm up for anything," she whispers. They walk to a nice white house with a dark blue door. Elise opens the door and pulls Spencer inside. "Nice house, how long are you renting the place," Spencer questions. Elise turns on the lights in the living room. "I'm not renting, my family owns the house," Elise smiles and hasn't let go of Spencer's hand. They begin to make out. Spencer immediately moves her hands to feel Elise's tight body up and down. She pulls Elise's t-shirt off revealing a filled peach colored bra. Spencer starts massaging her breasts that fill just over the cups. Spencer feels the aching between her legs and kisses Elise deeper. Elise pulls the black tube top up over Spencer's head and throws it on the floor. Elise pushes Spencer onto the dark blue sofa and begins kissing her tight tanned stomach. She makes her way to the top of her bra undoing the clasp with her one hand. She releases the triangle shaped pale patches of Spencer's breasts, kissing each of them. Spencer moans, and undoes Elise's bra, letting her D-cups free. Her nipples are pink and perky from all the stimulation. Elise makes her way to the top of Spencer's jeans and undoes the button, slides down the zipper all with her teeth. As she does this, her hands massage and flick Spencer's now up right nipples. "That's fucking hot," Spencer utters. Elise looks up at her and smiles. Elise slides Spencer out of her jeans and throws them next to the nautical floor lamp. Spencer's lace thong no longer holds in her aroma, letting it fill the air as Elise smiles. Spencer opens her legs as Elise teases her through the thin strip of fabric acting as a barricade to the only thing Spencer wants right now. "Someone seems a little wet," she says as she licks her lips. Spencer, so aroused can do nothing but moan in agreement. Elise throws Spencer's legs up into the air, pulling the thong off and throwing it behind her. He pale skin contrasts against her bronzed skin. She watches as the pink lips unfold as Spencer brings her legs down and open them. Elise watches as they glisten from the reflected light. He shaven pussy looks good enough to eat. Elise moves her head between Spencer's legs, blowing cool air on her lips. Spencer's pussy tightens and realises against the air. Spencer's lips are slightly parted revealing her inner folds. Elise pulls her lips apart and finds her clit swollen with desire. Elise puts her mouth onto Spencer's mound. She moves her tongue all around tasting her salty juices. She circles her clit, but is careful not to touch the bud. Spencer moans and touches her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples. Elise works her tongue all over her pussy, and finally flicks over her clit. This sends vibrations through Spencer, and she gasps. Elise flicks her tongue back and forth over her clit as Spencer grabs the back of Elise's head. Elise slows her tongue down, as Spencer moans. She brings a finger to her mouth licks it seductively as she watches Spencer's face. And she slides her finger into Spencer's very wet hole. She moves her finger up to her knuckle moving in a circular pattern along her inner walls. She pulls her finger slowly and gets to the tip of her finger before moving back in. Spencer pushes her body down to meet Elise's finger. Elise does this a few times and but finally removes her whole finger. She quickly moves two fingers into Spencer as she lights up again with the sudden thrust into her hole. Elise keeps this going and puts her head back down. She licks Spencer's juices and plays with her clit. Spencer thrusts her body to meet Elise's long fingers as they keep a fast rhythm. "Oh yes, oh right there. Don't stop. Oh god." Elise can tell that Spencer is ready to cum, and slows her thrusts down. She circles around her clit again avoiding the throbbing bud. "Oh don't stop, make me cum. I want to cum so hard. Fuck me." That was all Elise needed. She starts thrusting fast, and keeps going faster and faster as Spencer's breasts rock in motion with the pounding coming from between her legs. Elise does circle patterns rubbing her tongue back and forth over her clit. "Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." Spencer screams in delight, as her pussy muscles tighten around Elise's fingers that have stop thrusting to stimulate her g-spot. Spencer is over ridden with pleasure and breathing heavy. Elise doesn't stop she keeps going beginning to thrust her fingers again. Spencer opens her legs wider and grips the sides of the couch. "Oh yeah, fuck me. Mmmm... Oh god, I'm gonna cum again." Elise flicks her tongue over Spencer's clit as her fingers feel the tension of her pussy muscles. This time Elise removes her fingers just as Spencer squirts her juices over the couch. Elise licks up the wetness from her pussy. "Now that's hot." Spencer gets up and moves toward Elise, kissing her. "Mmm, I taste good, but I'd rather taste you instead." Spencer stands Elise up and undoes her tight jeans leaving them in a heap on the floor. Elise's ass sticks out the bottom of her pale yellow boy shorts. Spencer wastes no time taking them off of her showing her tan lines. Spencer kisses Elise and works her way down to her large breasts, carefully paying equal attention to them both. She swirls her tongue around her nipples before moving downward. She kisses along her thighs pulling them Elise to her knees. Spencer works her way to the floor and positions herself under Elise's shaven pink pussy lips. She's delighted that her inner lips stick out and wastes no time licking her already wet pussy. She grabs hold of Elise's hips from beneath her and Elise rocks her body in time with Spencer's licks. Spencer holds her still as she opens her lips with her tongue exploring her trench. She finds her way to the top of her pussy where her clit awaits to be teased. Spencer slightly glides over her clit and back again but quickly moves on to pulling her long lips into her mouth. Elise moans with desire. Spencer knowing that moan all too well and moves back to her clit. Her pussy tastes sweet and she can't get enough. She delves into each fold before beginning to tease her clit. She rocks her tongue back and forth applying more pressure each time. Elise moans and starts to rock again. Spencer moves her hand to Elise's hole and doesn't mess around. She plunges two fingers into Elise. They slide right in from all of her juice. Spencer's hand is soaked. Elise stops rocking and bounces up and down making each thrust of Spencer's deeper and deeper. Spencer goes for her clit teasing it over and over as Elise meets her fingers. "Ahhhhh, right there baby, right there." Spencer continues flicking her tongue across the swollen bud until she feels the tightening of Elise's body. "AHHHHHHH..." Spencer doesn't slow down and moves her fingers faster and faster, Elise's body shakes as she immediately cums again. Spencer removes her fingers and finds juices rolling down her hand and onto her arm. Elise bends over not moving her pussy from Spencer's mouth. She finds Spencer's legs already wide open. She moves her lips to Spencer's pussy and begins to eat her out again. The two girls eat each other out as they stifle each other's moan with the mounds. They continue until the both cum again. Their bodies hot with sweat from sex mixed with the humid summer air. The girls lie on the floor next to each other. They kiss. Spencer moves away sprawled naked on the floor. "Ugh it's to hot to cuddle," Spencer states. "I told you it was getting too hot. Let's go cool off." With that Elise gets up off the floor and struts through the dining room to the backyard. Spencer slightly behind her hears a splash before stepping outside to see a huge pool. "Oh thank god," she exclaims as she runs and jumps into the pool splashing water right into Elise's face. Spencer floats her naked body over to Elise as they stare up at the night sky. She stands up and kisses Elise deeply. "Now we can continue," Spencer says, a grin spreading across her face. Elise's eyes light up from the lights in the pool. Spencer pulls Elise's legs apart and finds her hole. She trusts into them as Elise moans. She keeps the pace slow but deep. All the while she makes out with Elise. Elise holds her face kissing her. Spencer speeds up wanting Elise to cum yet again. And since Elise is still so horny from earlier is ready to cum, she grips Spencer's body as Spencer continues her fingers to plough in and out of her hole. Elise throws her head back biting her lip and shudders against Spencer's fingers. They kiss as Spencer removes her fingers from Elise's pussy. The girls swim in the pool as stars fill the night sky. The roll of thunder is heard in the distance. Elise and Spencer get out of the pool and dry themselves off with towels from the cabinet. The girls walk into the house. Elise stares at the clothes scattered around the living room. She drops her towel on the floor and starts up the steps. Spencer watches her toned body reach the third step before she stops. "Aren't you coming? We have many more rounds left, and my room has all kinds of goodies." That was all Spencer needs to hear. She dropped her towel and ran up the steps after Elise. After a long night of double digit orgasms, strap-ons, vibrators, whipped cream, and every position imaginable, Spencer kissed Elise goodbye. "You better call me," Spencer yelled as she walked down the sidewalk toward her house. Summer Fun Thanks to volunteer editor SexyGeek for help with this story. This not a love story like most of the ones you read on this site. This is a story of lust. There is no long set up. I'm in a wheel chair. I have been for eight years after I broke my neck. I am a quad, which means I have no feeling from the chest down and limited use of my arms but can still get around in a manual chair. I'm not the best looking guy but not the ugliest either. I'm pretty much average in every way but one, which is that I have a huge dick. One morning my cousin Amila, or Em for short, came over to clean around my house. She has been helping me clean for a few years, but on this day something happened that I didn't expect. I was in the shower when she got over. She had yelled in to let me know she was going to be on the deck tanning. When I was done I rolled in to my room and got dressed for the day and headed out to get her to start cleaning. I had got a cup and some water out of the fridge as I was headed out the back door. There she was lying on her stomach. I thought to myself that it would be funny to dump the ice cold water on her back. As I got to her I tipped my cup so just a little bit of the water dropped on her back. As soon as it hit her she popped up grabbing the cup from my hands and dumping it in my lap. At that time I noticed her bikini top was still on the deck and two of the best looking breasts were staring at me. It had been a long while since I had gotten laid or seen a naked girl that wasn't on a screen. After staring for what seemed like forever, I said, "Come on, you need to help me get my cushion dry." As I turned to go inside, from behind me I heard, "Why would I want to do that? Not going to do it unless I get to see you naked again." I stopped to ask, "What do you mean again?" She lowered her head and said, "I saw you come out of the bathroom when I was coming in to get some water." Then she lifted her head and smiled. "It was just lying there and it looked bigger than my boyfriend's." I continued to my room and transferred in to my bed to get out of the wet clothes, telling her to get some towels, dry shorts and underwear for me. When she came in with the towels she tossed me one and started to pat dry my cushion so I wouldn't be setting in wet all day. I started to pull off my shorts and then my boxer briefs before I thought about her being in the room. It was too late. My cock was out. I just went with it like she wasn't there, pulling them all the way off and dropping them at the foot of the bed. I looked at her and her mouth was open with amazement. "What?" I said. "Damn, it is bigger than my boyfriend's and you're not even hard. How big does it get?" Em asked. "I don't know, never measured it. About to here." I said, holding my hand about how far away from my body the tip of my cock is when I get hard. "What size are your boobs?" I asked as I started to stare at them again. "They are 34 DD," she stated. "If it gets hard can I measure how big your dick is?" "Only if you lose the bottoms and run..." Before I could finish she grabbed the strings and untied them, letting the blue bottoms hit the floor. Staring at the clean shaven pubic mound I noticed a drop hanging on to the pussy lips where they came together. "... around naked for the rest of the day," I finished. "I can do that." Em paused, getting a good look at my limp dick. "So what does it take to get you hard? Here I am standing naked and it is not even twitching." "My dick doesn't work like that," I started to explain. "It needs to be touched and rubbed to get hard. I can look at naked girls all day and it won't get hard but if I pull on it a few times it will. Go grab what ever you want to measure with and I'll lie down and get ready for you." "Okay. Where do you keep the tape measure?" Em asked. "It should be in the junk drawer under the microwave," I told her as I started to lie down to get comfortable. As she turned to leave the room I got a good view of her tight firm ass as it bounced out of the room. Her ass is nice and round and sticks out from her body even when it's bare. Her tits are big and round, sticking out and almost no sag to them. They almost look fake, but I know they're not. Her areolas are about the same color as the rest of the fleshy mounds but just a shade or two darker. "Got it," Em said as she came back in to the room. "Okay, grab hold of it and start stroking it." "Hold on. I want to see what it is right now. Then when it's hard we'll see how much it grows," Em said as she pulled the tape out. She placed it at the base of my dick then lifted up my shaft. "Six inches limp," she stated. "How long do you think you are when you're hard?" "I don't know. Nine, maybe." "I say eight and a half." "Who ever is closest with out going over wins," I giggled. "What do we win?" Em asked "If I win I get to put my dick in whatever hole I want. If you win you get to pick what you want." "I want this in my pussy as deep as it can go, " Em said as she gave my dick a few strokes. "Well then, stroke it and get it hard. You can suck on it too. That will help get it hard," I said as I put my hand on her lower back to guide her to sit on the bed with me. When she sat down I reached up with my right hand to play with her boobs. She turned and shot me a glare. "It's only fair, you're playing with me," I said with a grin, then ran my hand down to her pussy to rub it. I was trying to pay attention to what I was doing. While she was stroking me she shifted her position so she could spit on the shaft. I grabbed her pussy from underneath her. She had a knee on the bed and one foot on the floor so I could finger her pussy better. When I looked down I saw I was hard so I asked, "What's it at now?" She grabbed the tape and put it in the same spot. "Ten and a quarter inches! Holy shit, that is big." "Woo! I win," I said with a giggle "How long has it been since you had pussy on this dick?" "Too long," I said. "Now quit stalling and sit on it." With that being said she turned around to face me so she could sit down on it. I held it straight up as she lowered herself to the head of my cock, rubbing the head around the opening then sliding down the shaft slowly. When I was mostly in her she said, "You hit bottom. You can't get any more in." "Oh, well, just ride me. If that's all that fits for now, we can screw till you stretch out and can take it all." With that she started to move up and down the shaft with a slow pace. I placed my hands on her hips so if my eyes closed I could still tell what she was doing, every now and then guiding her hips to make different motions so I could watch her squirm even more with her orgasms. Then all of a sudden I had an intense pleasure run through my body and a flush of warmth following it. As I looked at her face it seemed to be stuck in the "o face" When I looked down to where we were joined together I could see her fluids running down my shaft as she was pulling up, then a gush when I fell out of her. She moved forward and sat on my stomach. "Sorry you never got off, but I can't take it any more," Em said. "I think I did get off." "I didn't feel you blow it in me." "Well, suck my dick and see if you get some cum out. If you do I got off. If you don't, suck it until you do." She got up and turned around, sticking her ass to my face so she could suck me off. I moved her over so I could stick my tongue in her pussy. I was loving her taste as I drove my tongue into her, then pulled it out to flick her clit, then sucked it in to my mouth and held it with my lips and flicked it faster and faster until she came again on my face. "My god, that was great!" Em said. "You did cum. I got a mouth full as I sucked it up." "Well, maybe we can do this every time you come over to clean. It was fun for me," I said with a smile. "If we don't I'll just rape you when you are sleeping," Em said with an evil grin. Summer Fun I had been visiting a friend and had planned on staying all afternoon but his parents came back and got into a big row with him so I beat a hasty retreat. The weather was glorious so I decided to walk the mile or so back to our house. Dad and mum were away for the weekend leaving my sister Karen in the house. She was in her bedroom doing her homework when I had left earlier on: I had seen her looking out of the upstairs window. I turned into our driveway and walked round the back of the house toward the family room. I caught a glimpse of something white behind the partly drawn curtains. "Hmm, what's going on here?" I wondered and sneaked up to peer into the side of the room. My sister was sitting on the sofa facing the TV set and was dressed in her favourite oversized T-shirt that showed off her tanned legs. The T-shirt had rode up and I could see nearly all her legs . I could feel my cock starting to throb in my shorts: seeing my sister's body without her knowing it was making me horny. She had nicely shaped 34" breasts (I know this because I'm always looking at them when she sunbathes), dark curly hair that reaches her shoulders and a firm rounded ass which always turned me on. I always had a little peek at her body when she was out in the sun thinking what it must look like naked. One time she noticed me looking at her bikini bottoms and the way the material had started to pull around her cunt defining the sex inside. "What are you looking at, perv?" she had snapped and turned over onto her front. Now I could see the T shirt had risen to reveal a brilliant white pair of panties that contrasted with the rest of her tanned skin. She stretched out her arms and pulled off the T shirt. "Wow, what a gorgeous pair of breasts," I thought - full, firm, and suntanned with the pinkish brown aureole small and neat around her rubbery nipples. She slumped back onto the plush sofa. She had obviously sneaked into my room and found one of my adult movies and brought it down to view, thinking I would be away all afternoon. My eyes fell to her torso and followed the beautiful firm flat stomach I had admired so much in her bikini. She idly pulled on a brown nipple and it began to thicken and grow, standing erect from the breast. Being a voyeur had turned my cock into an iron rod: it had never felt so hard as this. She clearly was about to play with herself in earnest and it would only be a matter of time before she would be stroking herself. "Time to confront sis," I thought, and marched around the corner and into the room. "What are you up to then, Karen?" I said. She leapt into the air and tried to cover herself up. "You bastard," she shouted, "you were spying on me!" "I wonder what mum and dad will say if I tell them what you were doing." She looked worried. "Hey, don't worry I get turned on by porno films too, you know. There's nothing to be ashamed of, Karen," I said in a matter of fact way. "You won't tell mum then?" I ignored her question. "Mind if I join you, sis? After all, it is my movie you are watching!" I sat in the chair opposite her before she could object and began to watch the film. She kept her hands across her breasts but this allowed me a good look at her cunt: it sure looked full and plump under her panties. I made several jokey comments about the size of the actor's cock. She laughed nervously and slowly began to relax. We carried on watching and after a while I noticed that her face had a dreamy look to it and she had begun stroking her nipples, forgetting I was there. I pretended to look at the film but couldn't tear my eyes away from her body. "I think I'm going to have to join you," I said casually. "Whatever," she said her eyes glued to the screen. I lifted my hips and slid down my shorts: my cock sprang free and slapped against my stomach. I noticed that the purple head was exposed and straining. She glanced over at the sound and sucked in her breath. "Jeez what is that? It's huge!" she exclaimed. Her eyes were riveted on my cock and I decided to give her a bit of a show pretending to ignore her. I lifted it up to its full height and slowly pulled the foreskin down so the large purple head was fully exposed. I dipped my finger in the pre-cum that was oozing from the eye and rubbed round the head to lubricate it. I slid the skin slowly up and down letting her see my cock throb each time. She continued to stare and bit her lower lip watching my fist skimming up and down my cock. "Come on sis, let's see yours then," I said. Fixing her eyes on my cock she slid down her own shorts to the ankles. It was my turn to gasp: she had a thick mass of curly brown hair atop a prominent bulge which lifted away from her hips and seemed to shout out "look at my sex!". Her sex lips were a darker colour from her body and protruded slightly between her bush and were already shiny with her excitement. I began to pull on my aching cock all the time looking at Karen's expression. I stood up and moved directly into her line of sight. Her eyes fell onto my hand as I slid my foreskin up and down my stiff cock. She stared at my cock all the time moving her fingers round and round at the peak of her cunt. "Rub it for me," she muttered her eyes forming slits. "Do you like to see my cock, then, sis?" I asked. "Yeah, it looks real hard to me," she muttered. She was using her first and second fingers in a slow rhythmic circling motion around the top of her pussy. Every now and then, she lifted up her first finger into the air and allowed her middle finger to rapidly vibrate her clit which brought a deep throated grunt of enjoyment from her. I felt so horny watching my sister masturbate in front of me. It was now or never: "You can touch it if you want." She looked alarmed but then relaxed slightly. "Come over here then," Karen said. I stood and walked towards her pushing down my penis so it projected horizontally from my stomach. I sat next to her. I could smell the musky scent of her vagina where she had been stimulating herself. "It's so big." she said. "I don't think I should be doing this." "Go ahead Karen, it's fine - we are brother and sister after all." I prayed she wouldn't panic now. Her small warm hand stretched out and gripped the base of my cock and slid tentatively up to the tip before sliding gently down. "That's it, Karen", I muttered through clenched teeth. "Nice and easy". I stared at her mound. The reflection of the screen highlighted the shininess of her lips which had become puffy with the action of her stroking fingers. Her thighs began to hang loosely apart. I didn't feel in control of events anymore. Her face was flushed and she was concentrating entirely on my cock as she softly masturbated me while I stared at her hairy pussy only inches from my face. "God, I want some of this," she said staring at my cock. Our eyes met. I stood and her warm hand slid off my slippery cock. Her tanned slim thighs began to widen still further her eyes were glued to my cock. "You must want it so bad," she said softly as I saw a bead of pre-cum juice form on my engorged knob end and slowly hang down from the tip. I pushed my cock down and pointed it towards her cunt. Her vaginal lips were red and puffy now and had opened in anticipation. They formed an oval oozing entrance that drew me to her like a fly entering a spider's web. "Do you want some of this, sis?" I said lifting my stiff cock up and down in front of her. "Yes," she whispered. "How bad do you want it?" I said through clenched teeth my hand skimming slowly up and down my cock. "Come on, put it in me," Karen begged, rubbing her cunt rapidly with her fingers. My cock approached her open thighs. As my purple head neared her soft open lips, I could feel the heat of her cunt flooding out of her body. I positioned the head at the entrance to her hole and looking at her tensed expectant face. I slowly slid the length of my aching cock into the sucking heat of my sister's vagina. So hot and tight like a warm wet glove. Karen let out a long drawn out sigh and her small hands reached round my back and pulled my buttocks forward. I sunk the full length of my cock into her hole until our pubic hairs were meshing together, sticky with our juices. I pulled out slowly and could feel the sucking friction of her passage around my prick before pushing into her again and again and again. "Oooh, yeees this is...ooh..." Karen was gone and I couldn't hold myself anymore and set up a hard rapid thrusting action only wanting to release my sperm into her. We were nearly there, her hips were jerking forward to meet me as we slapped wetly across the sofa straining every muscle for that fantastic release. "Hello...is anyone home!" My God, it's mom - what's she doing back? I couldn't hold myself back. Karen's eyes were bulging wide in orgasm her hips still pumping in rhythm as I pulled my shiny cock out from her with a loud sucking plop, I could see her vaginal muscles were contracting with the force of her orgasm trying to grip the cock that had left it. My cock was also convulsed with its climax: the hard purple dome erupted and jets of sperm shot out of the palpitating, straining end splattering and soaking my sister's hard sweating belly. The front door began to open.... Summer Fun Your comments and feedback are welcomed. It was lovely spring day and I was just sitting on the porch sipping tea, thinking, and realizing that I was about to turn fifty and felt very much alone. My husband died five years ago and I guess I never really got over it. We moved to this small Southern town from up North on a job transfer with hopes to retire here. Unfortunately my husband died before he could retire and I find myself with very few close friends and mostly lonely. I have one married Son who lives up North but is currently on a three-year work assignment in Japan. I'm looking forward to the summer months because I keep myself pretty busy with the flowers and shrubs in my garden. When I'm not working in the garden, I enjoy sewing and doing needlepoint, of which I give away to various charity rummage sales. I try to keep a good positive attitude towards life and I'm in good physical shape. I'm 5'2", 110 pounds; I have short blond hair and look pretty good for an old gal. Just before my husband died I had my breasts lifted and they look younger than me. My face and skin still look pretty good but I can see that age is sneaking up fast though. Anyway on this particular day, I was standing on the sidewalk facing my front lawn and deciding what work will need to be done to the garden this year. A young lady that looked to be in her twenties walked by and greeted me with a "good morning" and I returned the greeting. "You have a beautiful yard mam" she complimented and I thanked her. "Do you like gardening?" I asked. She told me that she loves to look and smell the different flowers but didn't know the various names. "I think I'll buy a book on flowers," she said. We said our good byes and off she went. She was very friendly and pleasant I thought to myself, and I enjoyed the brief conversation. The following week I was at the mall shopping and I stopped in at Hancock Fabrics for some drapery material to redo the den. There she was again, in the same isle I was in, walking towards me. It was same young lady that stopped and chatted with me last week. She noticed me and stopped and said hello. "Twice in one week" I said, "it's so nice to see you again," She said. We introduced each other. "I'm Julie," she said shyly. "I'm Rose, " I said. "What a nice surprise, do you sew?" I asked. "A little" she said. "I'm trying to learn how to make a dress just for fun, see if I can do it and thought I'd buy some cheap material to experiment with, I have a pattern" she said and Julie showed me the dress pattern. "It looks pretty easy," I said. "I could whip this up in a couple of days, " "Do you live around here?" I asked "Yes I do," she said. I'm doing my Masters in History at the university. It was such a nice day the other day that I decided to get off the bus a couple of stops early and walk it." She said, "that's why I was walking on your street when we met." "Well if you walk it again, you're welcome to drop in and we can have a nice cup of tea and chat. I'll loan you my book on sewing if you like." I said. "That would be nice, thank you," she said. We looked at some different materials together briefly and I was impressed with her enthusiasm and her interest in trying to learn a new skill. She was bright, well mannered and she seemed interested when I spoke. I liked her. I paid for my purchases and as I was leaving, Julie turned to me and said, "I'll stop in next time I'm by" "I'd like that" I said. I enjoyed chatting with her. She seemed very positive and bubbly and she put me in a good mood for the day. I need to get out more I thought to myself. It's not very often I take the time to get close to anyone. Like I said, I'm usually very lonely and I think when I meet people I feel more comfortable keeping my distance. That's probably why I haven't made any new friends in quite some time. Anyway, that night I was recalling the day and thinking about Julie. There was something different about her, some attracting feature I couldn't put my finger on, but she was at least very pleasant. Maybe because she was young, but now that I think of it, I didn't even think about the age difference when we spoke. Oddly enough she was in my thoughts all afternoon. I never asked her if she was from around here, I could only guess her age, and of course I thought about how pleasant she was. I hoped that she'd drop by sometime like she said so would, I think I'd enjoy her company. That night I lay in bed and as usual, and for the last couple of years, I played with my special playthings. The reality is that I'm horny as hell most of the time and I love to just lie around and play myself to sleep. I enjoy working myself up to a sexual frenzy, cum hard, and then fall asleep from exhaustion. I don't always cum these days but I sure and heck enjoy trying. Sex wasn't a big thing for me in the last few years before my husbands' death but shortly after, I became obsessed. On this particular night I slipped in my favorite video and it dawned on me that the young woman kneeling in front of a man in the video looked a little like Julie. Julie wore her hair the same way. It was very cute, cut short to her below her ears, and it was jet black in color. Julie was slightly taller than me and certainly bigger breasted. She wore thick stylish black-rimmed glasses that gave her that brainy intellectual look. She reminded me of those demure looking librarians that look absolutely beautiful when they take off their glasses. My mind wondered to thinking about Julie but as I watched the video and fingered myself to an orgasm, I visualized what she would look like without clothes on. I never considered sex with another woman before at least not since I was 12 when my best friend Mary and I played Doctor but that was many years ago. Lately I have been turned on watching some of the girl on girl action on my X rated satellite channels but other than that I've never considered myself bi sexual until maybe now. So I was a little surprised at how intense my orgasm was on this night because of the thought of Julie and what her young firm body might look like with no clothes. That night I was uneasy about my feelings and my new fantasies. It had been several weeks now since I saw Julie but to my surprise I had thought of her many times during my nightly frig sessions. I must be desperate, I thought, I never considered myself getting turned on by the thought another female, especially one so much younger than me but hey what the heck, I was getting some pretty good turn on thinking about her. The thought of it was still a little uncomfortable, but yet exciting. My fantasies had been running wild with all sorts of little mental images and scenarios of things we would do together. So to my surprise, one afternoon, I was delighted to hear the doorbell ring and was greeted by Julie when I opened the door! "Hi" she said. "I was just passing by and I remembered your invitation to drop when I was around." "Hope I'm not interrupting anything" "No of course not, not at all." Please come in," I said. As before, Julie had the most warming smile and today she looked even prettier. I asked her in and lead her to the kitchen. I invited her to sit on the stool at the island and offered her something to drink. I'll take you up on that tea offer if you don't mind" she said "Sure, one tea coming up" She talked about her classes being over this week and that she just wrote her last exam this morning. I busied myself fixing tea and was admiring her enthusiasm and pretty looks. I wonder how she'd react if she could read my thoughts! I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing. Today she wore a skin-tight white button up silk blouse, and tight black spandex pants that accentuated her waist, ass, and thighs. The top three buttons of her blouse were undone showing a little cleavage and I tried not to look too obvious that I was staring. I commented to her how nice she looked today. Julie and I had tea, I showed her around my house and brought her into a converted bedroom that is now my craft and sewing room. I showed her some of the needlepoint work I've done. We looked through some of the sewing books and we had a laugh when I pulled out some old sewing patterns that I had collected over the years. I can't believe we dressed like that I commented. Julie thought that some of the styles were cool. I have a life-size mannequin in the room that I use for sewing and she commented on it. By the end of the afternoon, we talked like we were long time friends and Julie explained that this summer she would be looking for a part time job since she wasn't going home between her freshman and sophomore year. "Do you like the small town atmosphere?" I asked her. "I don't mind, I'm not much for partying and going out much." except that all of my friends are leaving for the summer and it will be real quiet around here." she stated. I told her I understand and that I didn't get out much myself. "I should get out more but most of the people I know are too busy and it usually doesn't work out. "Well maybe we can go shopping together sometime," she said. Julie seemed very interested in learning to sew and I offered to show her how if she liked. She said she'd like that very much. We discussed history, which was my favorite subject; we talked about art and lived theater. I was surprised how much she knew about the arts. Since we both liked Abba music, we said that when Mama Mia plays in Nashville, we'd get tickets. All in all, it was a pleasant afternoon and we agreed to keep in touch. We exchanged phone numbers and by late afternoon, she had left. I returned back to the kitchen to straighten up and I couldn't help notice how excited I had become. The thought of going to the theater seemed like fun and the events of today were different from my usual routine. Not surprising, I liked her. Not so much as a mother daughter type attraction but rather as equals in the friendship. I even visualized her standing on my pedestal in the sewing room changing and unchanging as I altered her dress. As short as our visit was, I thought if there was a time to open up a little, it should be now and it could be with Julie. This possible new friendship was uplifting to me and for days I had noticed a little more bounce in my step! Over the next few days I thought about Julie and secretly hoped that she would call. Finally, after two weeks, I couldn't resist. I called her. She sounded genuinely pleased to hear from me and apologized for not calling me sooner. I invited her over for diner the next Saturday night if she was free to sample my famous roast beef. Julie gladly accepted and asked if I could take a look at the dress she was working on. Things weren't going well with her sewing. "Of course you can" I replied and we said our good byes. I could only imagine what a botched up job she did to that dress I thought to myself. I hoped I could help. That night, I lay in bed imagining Julie trying on the dress and me at her side hemming and pinning to fit. The thought intrigued me. Saturday night came and I wanted everything to be just right. I fussed with having a little flower arrangement on the table and the candles in just the right places, the table was set just perfect for two and I had a couple of bottles of merlot waiting. I wasn't sure she even drank. I felt as nervous as teenager on a first date. It was silly of course to feel that way but for some strange reason it felt almost like a date! I looked around and thought that maybe I had over done it. Maybe I should stop with my silly notions. Maybe I should turn up the lights, blow out the candles and stop acting like a silly idiot. I hardly know this young lady and besides she's hoping to just get help with her dress and have a nice diner and visit! To late! The doorbell rang and I greeted Julie at the door. I was surprised when Julie handed me a dozen carnations and told that she appreciated being invited for diner. She wasn't sure if she should bring anything and thought she couldn't go wrong with flowers. I accepted them, gave her a brief hug and told that the flowers are lovely. I smelled the carnations as we made our way to the kitchen. "You look so domestic with your apron on Rose" I bet you're a great cook" she said. "If you can get through to desert, I think you'll live" I said jokingly. There was some time before I needed to slice the roast, I removed my apron and asked Julie if she'd like a glass of wine or something else, a coke, or juice maybe? "Oh yes thanks" she said, "I love wine, especially red but it doesn't always agree with me. I usually have to watch how much I drink or I get giddy and act silly" "Well then we'll make sure you drink a lot" I said laughing. "So what's been going on then?" I inquired. Julie told about her new job at the hospital and was hoping earn a little money, and meet some friends. I told her about the yoga classes I started going to and we talked about her sewing escapades. Diner went well. We kept talking endlessly about so many topics that by desert, we looked at each other and both bursts out laughing. "Can you believe we haven't run out of conversation all night," Julie said. "Can you believe it?" After stacking the dishes in the dishwasher, we poured each other another glass of wine and sat on the sofa. I turned on a little Kenny G and thought, how nice and relaxing this has been. Julie spoke first, "I've been meaning to tell you how nice you look in that outfit Rose." "Thank you " I replied, "It's really comfortable and it hides a multitude of old age flaws" "Nonsense Rose, you're a classy looking lady!" She said. "How old are you anyway? She asked. "Under fifty" I lied. She laughed. "How about you? "I'm almost half that, I'm twenty three!" She said. "My mother turns fifty this year," she said and we both laughed. "I have to wear this loose fitting stuff nowadays. I'd love to wear what you have on but it would look ridiculous on me. Your clothes fit you so perfect. Tonight Julie was wearing a light blue V-neck knit sweater tucked into a short blue and white plaid skirt and matching light blue leotards with penny loafer shoes and of course her trademark black rimmed glasses. "You look very preppy tonight Julie, it's a nice outfit!" I commented and Julie sat up tugging her skirt down and getting more comfortable on the sofa. I couldn't help notice how tight her sweater fit her. It certainly showed off her breasts and figure. Secretly I envied to have a body like that again. I guess I was staring because the next thing I know, Julie was waving her hands in front of my face and saying "hey you!" How embarrassing! God was I that obvious? "Would you like another wine?" I asked, recovering quickly. "Sure why not" We finished our glass and I said "hey how about if we take a look at that dress of yours, there may be hope for it yet!" Julie got up and went to the kitchen to get the dress and as she got up, "Opps, I think that wine is telling me something" she said. "That's it, you're cut off kiddo!" I kidded. Julie pulled the dress out of the bag and I almost broke out laughing. She was right she couldn't sew! I thought to myself. I took a look at it, examined her stitching, and held it up to her. "It's just a practice one you know," she said. "Ya I know, but I need to show you a few things here" I explained. "Come to my sewing room" I said as I led her down the hall. In there I had all that a seamstress would want. I even had the dress mannequin. I showed Julie some of the stitching mistakes and how to fix them. I suggested she try it on so I could take another look. I motioned her towards the bathroom but Julie just started removing her top and skirt right there and then. I was a little surprised but thought to myself that the wine must be shedding some shyness because she seemed unnerved. I held her arm and steadied her as she lifted her legs out of the skirt and there she was, standing in front of me with only her bra, those colored skintight leotards, and penny loafer shoes. I know I was staring again. I can't remember when I was so close to a half naked woman. She looked so beautiful, so perfect. Her breasts were high and firm. Her tummy was perfectly flat and I could see from the reflection in the mirror that her ass cheeks were well rounded and firm. I was feeling that familiar tingling in my pussy and hoped that I wasn't wet or obvious. Julie slipped the gown on and I tried to zip her up but she had sewn the zipper crooked. She stood in front of the full-length mirror and I made some markings. "Actually you did pretty good for a first attempt," I said. "Yea I think so to, thanks for the help" she replied. "No problem, I can show you how to fix this in no time Julie but not tonight, I never drink and sew at the same time" I said jokingly. We both giggled at the stupid comment and she got dressed. Julie went to the kitchen and topped off our glasses. "Well we killed another one!" she said as she placed the empty bottle in the recycle bin. "Cheers to us!" she says and with that, she downs the contents of the glass. "Woo," I said. "I think you've had enough. You're cut off kiddo." By now I could not have walked a straight line myself and Julie was in worst shape than me. I changed the CD and put on a little Celine Dione and went to the bathroom. When I returned Julie was half asleep on the sofa and certainly in no shape to go home. "I think you should stay here tonight Julie. I'm worried you may not get home." I told her. She put up a little fuss, "ok Rose if it's no trouble. I'm sorry I should know better than to drink too much." She slurred. "It's no trouble at all. I can fix you up right here. Just a minute and I'll get you some nightclothes and a robe" The thought crossed my mind to put her in bed with me because that sofa was awfully uncomfortable but I didn't want to be so bold. She would think I'm a little weird. I fixed her some sheets and a pillow, turned off the stereo and flicked on the TV. "Here you are Julie, all set. Just tuck yourself in and I have a new spare tooth brush and whatever you need in my bathroom if you want to brush or whatever." With the glow from the TV the light from the icemaker on the fridge, we said our good nights and I went to my room. Frankly I was pretty tired. I drank way too much wine tonight myself and I felt bad that I let Julie drink too much. Lying there in bed with only the glow of the bathroom night-light, I thought of Julie undressing and standing there in her bra. I couldn't believe what fun I had tonight. I hope she enjoyed herself as well if she can even remember. As tired as I was, I couldn't get to sleep. After tossing and turning, I imagined myself wearing Julie's sweater over my padded bra and slipping on her short little skirt. Just the image of me wearing her clothes was stirring warm dampness in my pussy and I tried to change the subject of my thoughts. By now I was parched. Throwing on my robe, I went to the kitchen to get a cold glass of water and through the dim light glow from the TV I saw Julie fast asleep and without a stitch of cloths on. I was in a panic when I first saw her and quickly looked away but I realized that she was asleep. God she looked so beautiful. The nightgown and robe I gave her were still neatly folded on the recliner. Her cloths were in a heap on the floor and the sheets and blanket were covering only her ankles and feet. I couldn't help but to stare at her. It was like I was in a trance. I became bolder and moved a little closer to sneak a better look. Julie was lying on her back exposing her bare breasts and her arms crossed covering her tummy. To my amazement her bare pussy was shaven clean. It looked as smooth as a baby's bum. It was the first time I had ever seen a shaved pussy. Her eyes were closed and she had a gentle and siren look on her face. God I was getting hot at the sight of Julie. If she ever knew I saw her that would be the end of our friendship I'm sure. I was tempted to go over and cover her up. Actually I was tempted to go over and kiss her square on the lips and awaken this beautiful princess but reality set in quickly when she began to stir. In a panic, I quietly went back to my room. Of course it goes without saying. I masturbated myself to sleep at the thought of her and dreamed that one day I would taste her. Summer Fun The next morning we had light breakfast, she helped me clean up, Julie thanked me and she was gone. Over the summer, Julie had visited with me on her days off, we went shopping together a few times, we went to the movies a few times and we even went to the theater and saw Mama Mia! Like we promised ourselves. Julie and I had become good friends. For me, I didn't socialize much and I never came across as judgmental. Foe her, she was very shy and a little introverted. So I think she felt comfortable and with me. Anyway, when she was around me, she was quite outgoing. Over the summer months our friendship had developed and she actually learned how to sew. On many occasions Julie and I would stand up on the little platform in the sewing room as we fussed and touched each other with the excuse that we were making adjustments and hemming. Sometimes these occasions would secretly give us, or at least me the excuse to remove some clothes on the pretense of slipping on our latest sewing project for accurate fittings. Julie slept over on two other occasions. Once because she fell asleep on the sofa while watching TV and I just left her there and another time when her air conditioner had broken down in her apartment complex it was too hot to get a decent night sleep so she stayed over. On both occasions, nothing happened but by now, I realized I wanted her. It's true that that we had become good friends and our age difference never really was a factor. In my case, I was very fond of Julie to the point that I wanted to be her lover. A few months ago the idea of me wanting another woman would have been so remote but now, now with Julie, the thought feels so natural. Julie has filled in me a void for companionship and sparked a new enthusiasm for me towards life. I know it may sound silly but I think I'm falling in love with her. The thought crossed my mind that maybe; just maybe I might get up enough nerve and tell her how I feel. I've wanted to tell her but I was too chicken. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship. I was hoping Julie might give me some signal or sign or something but nothing. Maybe she has and I just didn't see it. Maybe she feels the same urges I do. She never talks about any dates or boyfriends. Was that a sign? I resolved myself to look for any signals and decide from there. One day Julie came over and complained that her neck and shoulders were sore from moving boxes in her apartment. She asked me if I could give her a message and rub some ointment in. Of course I agreed and off came her top and she lay down on the living room floor on her stomach, arms extended out forward. God if she only knew what she was doing to me. I did all I could not to lie on top of her and kiss the back of her neck. I gave her message and rubbed the ointment in. I could feel her hard muscular back muscles as my hands slid across her sleek back. Just then Julie stopped me and said she had to take her bra off. The last thing she wanted to do was stain her new Victoria Secrets bra with the ointment She unclasped the back and lay back down. I was now defiantly nervous. I could feel my hands tremble at the thought of seeing the sides of breasts and my hands coming oh so close with each rub. I dare not rub too close I thought. "Ah that feels so good. Keep it up Rose." She moaned. "It's hard work but if it makes you feel good, I'll do it till you say stop." I said. I massaged her for at least 15 minutes and I did manage to sneak a feel from time to time. I tried not to be too obvious but I noticed when I got close to her breasts, she would ease up slightly as if to me a better access. Was that a clue? Should I go further? I lost my nerve. I wiped my hands with a dry cloth, gave her light slap on the ass and said "that's it kiddo, you're done!" I blew my chance but I realized that this was one small step towards the next time. It was almost Labor Day and Julie would be back in school in a couple of weeks. I thought it'd be nice to take her out to Nashville for dinner, and after, walk around the Grand Ole Opry Hotel. She suggested we just get a room down there and spend the night that way we don't have to worry about driving back so late. I thought it was a great idea! We went downtown, had diner at the Old Spaghetti Factory, took a one hour river boat cruise, and then to the Crazy Horse Saloon for some dancing and see if we could find any guys. A couple of guys bought us drinks, others tried to pick us up while others were just plain obnoxious. We called it a night and checked into the Holiday Inn Express across the street from the Grand Ole Opry Hotel since we couldn't a room there. We had a reservation all right but as luck would have it, the only room left was a non-smoking king bed. I was secretly delighted. Julie didn't seem to mind, she said "sure no problem" and we got settled in. It was a little awkward now that there was only one bed. I changed into a nice nightgown and slipped into bed staking my side of the bed. Julie wore Roadrunner cartoon pajamas and I laughed at them. They were cute and funny. "I only brought them for you. I usually don't wear anything at all to bed." She said, "It's too confining!" My first reaction was to say yes, "I knew that" but I didn't. She crawled into bed and much to my disappointment, the king size beds are too wide. We flicked the channels and looked through the movie menu. She clicked on the adult channel and the TV screen was bright with nude bodies panting and fucking on TV. "Woo!" I said, "don't touch that dial" we both watched with intense interest and saw woman being banged by men and woman eating each other out. After a few minutes I realized that I was rubbing myself under the blanket and told Julie that I can't watch this anymore because it's getting me all hot and bothered. She said "so what, go for it" "Go for what" I asked. "You know" she smirked. "I'd like to but I'm way too embarrassed." "No need to be embarrassed, it's just us girls, here let me help you." And with that she moved her hand down to my pussy and for the first time she looked me straight in the eyes with that wanton almost devilish look as she gently rubbed. "There does that feel better Rose?" she cooed. I was very surprised but just said "Ah yes." I slowly spread my legs and let her have access to my burning pussy. I couldn't stand it anymore; I asked Julie if I could undress. With that she began to remove her pajamas and got naked as well. "Oh how I've wanted this for so long," I whispered. Julie just smiled and gently placed her lips to mine and kissed me deep and passionately. "If truth be known Rose, me to" she whispered. God I was in lust. Although I had planned something like this many times over and over in my mind, I was still shaking like a leaf and Julie sensed it. "Are you ok?" she asked with concern. "Yes, oh yes, I'm fine. Please don't stop." Julie was a gentle aggressor. She knew exactly where to touch me. How did she know that? Julie moved her hands all over my body not wanting to miss any part. She tongued me from head to toe and stopped at my pussy to lick and suck. I was in heaven. I had never been eaten like this before and by now I had cum twice. I wanted to eat her to so I shifted around in a sixty-nine position and returned her pleasure. Julie had cum a couple of times and me, well I had cum a few more times, as well and we were both spent. As we lay in bed just smiling and holding each other I told Julie I loved her. Julie thought she loved me to. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and we embraced each other with fire hot passion desire. "God I want you Rose" Julie said. "Me to Julie" I have fantasized about you since the first time we met" I admitted. Julie said she did the same. Both of us were new at this and as it happened, we didn't need instructions. "I can't believe we are doing this, you're so beautiful Julie," I panted "Me too, I have never done this before either" Julie admitted and went on to say that she thinks she's a lesbian. After hours of loving, sucking and fucking each other with my dildo Julie went on to tell me that she never really dated much and when she did, she came home turned off from the experience. She remembers always enjoying looking at other girls and getting turned on but was always afraid to express or try anything with her girlfriends. I listened with fascination. She had never actually done anything with other girls but was very attracted to mature woman for some reason. When she first met me she was instantly attracted to me and maybe that's why I had an n attraction for her to. Maybe I sensed it but whatever, I love making love to woman especially this young firm woman who I now know I love. Before the sun came up, we had tried just about every position imaginable to get ourselves off. Julie knew exactly what to do and where. As if she knew my nipples were very sensitive to her touch, she would suck them and twirl her tongue around each nipple and then eat me like I was never eaten before. As if that wasn't enough, Julie would lick my ass and ram her tongue deep into my ass until I squealed with desire and gush cum. For Julie and I have become very good friends. She spends much of time with me and I know that when school gets back, I'll hardly see her at all. Until then, I'll enjoy the love that we can share and worry about the future tomorrow. Summer Fun It was the end of a tedious and complex last few weeks of term leading up to the exams. The stress was starting to get to everyone but that wasn't a problem. It was the evening of the E.O.T Presentation, an excuse for a good 'Piss Up' if you like. I had arranged to meet Natalie there, but I was shocked when I saw her she looked fantastic, she was wearing a knee length dress that was semi-transparent. And to say it was low cut would be taking the piss somewhat, if she were male, she could use the toilet, through the neck. I feel I must describe Nat now. She is 5 foot 7, brown hair, blue eyes, and two great breasts, and a fine tight ass. We arrived at the venue at 7:30 pm, Nat was there with Janine and as soon as I set eyes on Janine I got one of the biggest erections of my life, she too had a see through top on and despite the lack of a bra her firm 36D breasts were hanging ripe and her protruding nipples were ready to be sucked, below her waist she has a skirt which was 9 inches long on and If it was a cm shorter I swear I could have seen her panties. We sat down and I was stunned when I found out that I was sat with Janine on one side and Natalie on the other. During the dinner Nat spilt some of her coleslaw on my trousers and when she went to wipe it up se noticed that I was sporting a huge erection, we looked at each other and she grinned a sly grin at me. Me being a man of chivalry I instead on wiping the trousers myself, just to add I was also slightly embarrassed by it all. Whilst I was doing it Nat passed a note to Janine and they both excused themselves and left for the toilets. I read nothing into this knowing full well that all girls go to the toilet together. They returned a few minutes later, and returned to their meals. What happen next didn't stun me, I almost died a premature death with a heart attack. I was just about to ask someone to pass the wine when I felt a hand on my knee. I was just about to recover when I felt it start to slide gently to my now fully erect penis. All of a sudden it was resting on my cock and was starting to wank me. I glanced to my left to see Natalie with a huge grin on her face, and she said "you can tell me to stop if you want", and my only memory from that point was managing to utter "no!!. She then proceeded to unzip my fly, pull out my cock and wank it harder. After the few moments' shock had subsided I decided it was time to take control of the situation. I decided if she was going to wank me, I was going to wank her. I was now in for the next shock of the evening, I placed my hand on her knee, but she didn't move an inch, so I slid her dress up he leg and rolled it to just above where I guessed he pants would be. I then went to remove the pants, I placed my hand there and immediately realized why she had been to the toilet, the pants were gone and I had placed my hand on a warm moist cunt. From the feel of it she had already released some juices. After she had worked out that I knew she had no pants on, she took my hand with both of hers and began to rub her cunt with it. Now the third shock of the evening I had been lost in the moment before I realised what was wrong with this picture, Nat was holding my hand with both of hers yet there was still an expert hand at work on my cock. I looked now to my right to see Janine wanking me off at the same time as I was fingering Nat. I then decided to return the favor, I then discovered that Janine had also removed her pants and by the feel of it was moistened up as well. I then told both of them to meet me in one minute in the shower room, knowing full well it would be empty. I made a detour via the toilet to pick p a 6 pack of condoms. When I got to the shower room I walked around the corner to see both Janine and Natalie standing naked next to each other. They said "come here big boy, we both wanna show you an evening you wont forget in a while". Then Natalie walked over to me, took all of my clothes off and she then knelt down and began o give me the best blow job I have ever had. Janine also walked over and said "from now on you are in our hands!" She said lie down face up at which point Natalie stopped. Then Nat also lay down face down and continued to suck my cock. Janine the knelt down then lay down so that her moist cunt was next to my moth and she issued the order, lick me. I slid my tongue in her cunt and began to thrust her to retrieve her juices. 30 seconds later I could feel my semen coming and I shot my hot load into Natalie mouth. Next Janine came violently into my mouth and I licked it up. Nat then said I want you to fuck me now. I then flipped her over and slid my hard shaft into her waiting pussy, she began to groan immediately, especially as I took one of the large tits in my mouth and began to lick her nipples. Natalie came and I could feel my semen brewing again. Natalie said "don't cum" then she pulled away and Janine took my cock in her mouth and said now you can, she sucked hard and I shot a load into her mouth. She then said now I want you to fuck me. I slid her a length and began to suck on her massively erect nipples. We both came again. Next they said we want to put on a show for you as they got into the 69 position and began to give each other head whilst groping each others capacious tits. This turned me on more than anything I had seen for quite a while. They both came in each others mouth. They said the best is yet to cum. THEN... If you would like me to publish the rest, mail me. Summer Fun It was one of those hot August nights. The type of night when you just want to sit on the patio and wait for a little breeze to come along to take the heat off your body, if only for a moment. I was sitting on the chaise lounge finishing off the last of my nice cool lemonade. It was nearly midnight and the stars were out in all of their glory. I was thinking about getting up the energy to go get another drink when my husband John came out to join me. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top, both of which were probably about one size too small. (I like to show off my assets -- hehe). John was wearing some shorts and a nice polo shirt. He looked good. His black hair was showing a little gray, but his body was still pretty fit for his age. As was mine. No, my body was quite a bit more fit for my age and I prided myself on my ability to keep trim. John was carrying a quilt, which was pretty odd since it must have been at least 85 out at midnight. He sat down next to me and I could see by the glint in his cool blue eyes that he had some mischief in mind. Without out saying a word John grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the lounge chair and led me into the back yard where he laid out the quilt under a small tree we have there. The grass felt cool on my bare feet as I watched him. Then positioning me in the center of the quilt, John looked at me slyly and began pulling my shorts down. I looked furtively around to make sure that none of the neighbors were up and about, and was relieved to see that our closest neighbors house was dark. Reaching behind me, John loosened by halter top and soon I was standing there topless in the middle of a quilt, under a tree, in our back yard. I instinctively moved my arms to cover my breasts and could feel that my nipples were becoming erect. Moving to the edge of the quilt opposite me, John stood before me and peeled off his shirt. He then unbuckled his belt and his shorts fell to the ground and he kicked them to the side. Bending down, he quickly slid his underpants off and stood there before, the moonlight highlighting his body. John moved toward me and knelt down at my feet. His hands slipped into the elastic of my panties and they were quickly pulled down. After I stepped out of them, John tossed them to the side with the rest of my clothes. He stood up and we embraced, kissing each other passionately. As he ran his hands down my back to my ass, the hair on my neck and arms stood up as if an electrical current had run through my body. My nipples pressed into his chest and I could feel his cock grow from its flaccid state into a raging erection. The whole situation aroused me. We were nude in the middle of our own back yard and I knew we were about to make love. Any neighbor looking out of their window could surely see us standing there in the moonlight. But I didn't care. A warmth was growing inside of me, a fire actually, that wouldn't be quenched until I had my husband's cock erupting inside me. My knees nearly buckled at the thought. I had never had such a feeling of total eroticism as I had at that moment. Carefully, John pushed me down to the quilt and began kissing my neck and shoulders. His kisses electrified me further and my nipples became as hard as rocks. When he moved to my breasts, his kisses felt so wonderful. Suddenly, his lips surrounded one of my nipples and I nearly came then and there just from the sensation. I let out a moan that I thought might wake the neighbors from their slumbers. Instinctively my hand moved to his hard cock and I began kneading it gently. Taking this cue, his hands moved to my pussy and he rolled my hard clit between his thumb and forefinger. I erupted in orgasm at this touch. My body convulsed as the first wave of pleasure rushed from my pussy through the rest of my body. I craved his cock and greedily my mouth found its way to it. As I engulfed his erect cock with my wet and warm tongue, John bent his body so that his sweet, sweet tongue entered my soaking pussy, where it played among the folds there, darting in and out with such expert abandon that I was soon cumming yet again. My mouth feverishly moved up and down on his now throbbing cock and I marveled at how thick and hard it was, how the large vein on its underbelly felt so good on my tongue. John continued to lap my quivering pussy and I felt the wave of yet another orgasm building there, slowly at first but then erupting in a torrent of ecstasy that eclipsed the first. I gave me entire being up to him and my pleasure was only heightened when his cock spewed forth its creamy nectar into my mouth in great three great spasms. It was all I could do to swallow his cum as it poured into me. After expending our passion, we lay there quietly, his cock still in my mouth and my pussy in his. I felt his cock start to go soft, but I wouldn't have it. No, I was not done with it! I began sucking it and soon the softening member turned hard once again. "John, I want you now!! John, please fuck me! I want to feel that meaty cock inside me, pounding me!! I want to feel your cum shoot into me!" I cried. I was in a sexual frenzy, almost beside myself with lust. I had never been so turned on in my life. My husband never spoke a word, but simply grabbed me and turned me face down on the quilt. I knew what he wanted and got up on my knees, with my ass in prime position for him. Kneeling behind me, John stroked his cock as he inched in between my legs, placing the head of his swollen cock at the entrance of my dripping pussy. Slowly he insert the head into me and the immediate pleasure I got from it was intense. Placing his hands on my hips, he rammed his hardness into me. The excitement of this act was so great, I nearly passed out! As he began pumping his cock into my pussy, I could feel his balls slap at the base of my pussy whenever he shaft penetrated me fully. I don't think his cock was ever harder because it entered me so deeply at times I thought that I would split apart! Clutching at the quilt with my fingers, I moved my ass backward to meet his every thrust. I fucked him as if my life depended on it. And the pleasure!! My god, I had never felt such intense pleasure. Within ten strokes I was cumming yet again, and just when I thought my orgasm was about to subside, another wave of pleasure overcame me. Sweat from John's brow was beginning to drip onto my ass as he plunged into me again and again. Suddenly, and with a violent spasm, John's cock rammed by quivering pussy so deeply I cried out in pain and pleasure. His body tensed and I knew that he want cumming, cumming so very deep into my pussy. I squeezed the muscles of my vagina to milk his cock and he finally cried out in pleasure. We collapsed onto the quilt and he put his arms around me and held me so very tightly. We lay there in each others arms for some minutes. Every so often he would kiss my neck and caress my breasts. And as I lay there in his arms, I looked at the moon and the stars and thought to myself how wonderful this moment was and how lucky I was to have such a loving man. Summer Fun Chapter 1 Temptation I looked at the clock, pressing my palms to my temples in frustration. This was the umpteenth time I lay restless in bed, tossing and turning all night. In my thoughts I cursed Jim for taking that position overseas, to rebuild a third worlds' industrial base, even though it would mean an earlier retirement and a substantial bonus in the six figure bracket. Three months down, two to go. Staying in bed was a waste of time from this point on. I rolled out of bed and made my way to the shower hoping to wake up. Not getting any sleep left me fatigued as and short-tempered as any wolverine that inhabited the woods behind our cottage. I hoped the shower would somehow put me in better spirits. I dropped my robe, opened the door to the granite shower stall. Stall! It should be called a room! There were seven large showerheads, which converged on one main area in the center. I smiled outwardly. Being well heeled did have its' rewards. I adjusted the heads to my liking with the single control and waited a few minutes for the steam to build up. I gazed at my reflection in the mirrored doors turning and looking at my butt and deciding my diet and exercising has paid off. Three months of working out in the gym instead of the bedroom bore some good looking results. At forty-three I still looked good. My boobs were droopy but then again what woman didn't have sagging tits at my age. I could have gotten some implants but decided I liked the natural look, as did Jim. My tummy had a small swell to it, but having three children, two at once will do that. Red twisted hair covered my neglected nest and I swear it was pouting. The only loving it had seen since Jim left was a finger or two and a vibrating hunk of synthetic dick. No stand-in for Jim's manliness. Examining my small upturned nose, a delicately pointed chin, and full cheeks with high cheekbones I was satisfied. With long dark scarlet hair highlighted by expressive green eyes I felt I was worth at least a second look. It was this face and these eyes that hooked Jim twenty-five years ago. We were then and are now in love and if you saw us together you would swear we were newly weds. Again another reason I was so horny and forlorn. I stepped into the steaming spray and was lost in the incredible feeling of the needles pelting my body from head to toe. With so many heads it was impossible to avoid the sting of the shower anywhere on your skin. I stood there for what seemed like hours, basking in the torrential rain of the shower. The loud banging in the door startled me. "Hey mom! Are you OK? You've been in there for almost a half hour!" I opened the door and yelled back. "Blow it out your butt Phil! I didn't sleep a wink and I need this!" "Well O K grouchay! I'll go make some coffee." "I'm sorry baby! I'd love coffee! I'll be down in a few." My oldest son Phil had been home for a week from college. Having finished his Master's degree in Communications. At least I had one man around the house. The twins, Deni and Dani would be home in another week and a half, and then it was up to the cottage for a month or so, maybe longer if the weather held up. I knew there was not much keeping the kids and me here. I shut the water off and snatched the thick terry towel, drying myself and with a last gaze in the mirror, I felt I looked good enough for coffee. I entered the kitchen to find Phil already pouring us each mugs of the morning pick me up. I stood next to him and kissed him on the back of the neck. That always made him blush and break out in goose bumps. He had made the mistake of telling me a long time ago it was his weak spot. "Good Morning handsome!" "Mornin mom! Are we still grouchy?" "I'm so sorry baby. It has been a hellish week for me and I 'm not myself. I just can't seem to sleep. I miss your dad I guess." "Well I'm home now so maybe I can help you relax." "Thanks baby, but there are certain things a son can't do for a mother. If you catch my meaning?" "Oh and what they be?" "None of your business smart ass!" I said with a slight grin. "So tell me. What's on the agenda for today?" "Well we need to get some canned goods and other nonperishable goods to bring with us when we go, and I need to call up to the cottage and make sure that George gets the boats, skis and all the other bits and pieces ready for us. Other than that I was going to go see about that new car you promised me if I got my Master's? Seems to me a certain pretty lady guaranteed me my choice of automobile if I obtained my Masters before my twenty-fifth birthday? Which by the way is in three weeks? Wink Wink." " I haven't forgotten honey. You get your pick. Have you decided yet?" "Well I have narrowed it down to a Viper, a Mercedes 500 SL convertible or a Ferrari." "WOW! Aren't we going a little overboard here?" "No not really. You did say, as I remember I could pick out I quote "any car I wanted." Didn't you? Are we reneging mom?" He had me on this one, the little shit. I smiled at him and with a big hug I said. "Yes honey. I did say you could pick. Would you mind if an old lady tagged along with you? I am going to go nuts if I stay in this house much longer." "Well as for being an old lady? No you can't tag along. But seeing as you are not an old lady, but a foxy looking babe, then you can escort, most certainly." "Well thank you for the kind words Phil honey. I will go get my face on and be ready in a flash." As I gave him another hug and he wrapped his arm about my waist and pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek. It felt good to be held by a man, even if it was my son. As he pressed his body to mine I could almost swear he pressed his groin against me little harder than he should. I felt the distinct presence of his manhood push into my mid section. I stood back and gave him an "Excuse me young man!" look. He gave me a playful smile sipping his coffee as if it was a normal transaction between mother and son. I turned away wondering what he had up his sleeve only to get an open handed smacked on my butt. "HEY!" I shouted over my shoulder. "Hurry up woman. It's not nice to keep a man waiting." "Like I said earlier. Blow it out yer ass!" I made my way to my room to get ready. Phil couldn't see it, but I had a playful grin on my face. I said to myself. "So if he wants to play around and act like a big man, maybe his mom will have to show him a thing or two!" I closed the door to the bedroom and threw the robe in the corner, on my way to the dressing table. As I sat looking at my reflection my face went crimson. My nipples were poking out, my chest flushed pink. I knew the reason I was turned on. It was that hunk of male flesh pushing into me a few minutes ago. "Shame on you Victoria. Getting turned on by your own son. Curb your lust you shameless slut!" But, talking to myself did little to cool me down. My needs were growing, and just like a stiff dick has no conscience, a wet pussy doesn't know when to close! I went about getting ready for the day with Phil. I took extra care, making myself look good so he wouldn't be ashamed to take his mom out with him. I decided on a green satin skirt and halter outfit. I liked this one because it fastened in a knot below my breasts accentuating them nicely. The contrast between my hair, my ashen skin and the outfit, was enough to make any man take notice. If Phil was embarrassed to be with me today then it was not because I didn't try. I purposely left the top two buttons undone to add a little cleavage seasoning to the already sexy get up. I stood and bent forward, looking at my mirror image. My braless boobs were held in check, with just enough exposure to excite. I turned to profile making sure I looked good from the back as well. I went to the closet to get matching sandals and as I stooped down to pick out the ones I wanted I my pussy was staring back at me in the mirrored door to the closet. As soon as I had the shoes I wanted I went to my dresser and pulled out a black pair of boy cut panties, and slipped them on. I was not that much of a exhibitionist. Finished. I took one last look in the mirror "Woo Hoo! You sexy bitch!!" I said out loud. "Phillip, my good-looking young man, your momma is one hot looking lady today! I truly hope you appreciate it!" I walked down the stairs making my way to the garage humming an old sixties tune, by the Supremes, my butt sashaying, maybe a little too much. I felt a little wicked and it was grand! As I opened the door to the garage I saw Phil sitting in the passengers seat of my Beemer. His mouth fell open as he looked at me. "Holy shit mom! You look fabulous!" "Thanks son." I was absolutely glowing as I strutted over to the drivers' side. Opening the door, I swung my left leg in, allowing my skirt to ride up my thighs nearly to the juncture of my thong covered vagina. Just as I thought, his eyes trying to pierce the fabric! His eyes went from my crotch to my boobs then back to my panties. I decided to get back at him for his earlier crack. "Is there something wrong with my face Phil?" "HUH! Your face? No mom why?" "Well I figured maybe I looked like shit seeing as you only looked at my tits and my panties!" Now it was his turn. His face turned as red as the paint on my convertible. In my mind I was yelling. "YES VICTORIA! One for you! "Sorry mom. It's just that you look so hot." "HOT! Gee I guess that is a compliment! No one has said I looked hot in a long time. Thanks Hon." I tucked myself behind the wheel, turned to Phil and kissed him saying. "You're a fine looking hunk yourself! I'm going to be the envy of all the women today, walking around with a stud like you." His face lit up in a big smirk. I bent over giving him another kiss, looking at his eyes to see if he would take advantage of the view I was offering. Just like deer in the headlights he was drawn to my cleavage. If hesitated for a few seconds, inhaling to my lungs capacity. I was certain my jugs would pop the reaming two buttons and then I would have to explain why I wasn't wearing a bra. I despised bras anyway. I loved the feeling of my breasts jiggling under my outfits. It felt good to be unencumbered by that double barrel sling shot. I liked the titty freedom. I started the car, depressed the clutch and looked back over my right shoulder, my right arm going behind Phil's seat back. I backed the car out of the garage onto the cobble stone drive. All the while Phil was gawking at my cleavage. I was indeed flattered he was taking such an interest in me. I took a little too much time backing up to give him his fill of eye candy. I could feel myself getting damp and knew what's more that my nipples were poking out at the satin material and pointing directly at my oldest offspring. I thought to myself. "This is fun. I am going to enjoy myself today." We made small talk all the way into town talking about the things we were going to do once we get to the cabin. Phil loved to fish so I knew he would be spending time out on the lake in his boat trying to get us a perch or pickerel supper or two. I told him I would go with him if he would teach me to fish. He agreed readily, saying it would be fun to see me bait a hook. I felt good inside and for a while being with Phil made me forget my needs. He was fun to be with and acted like a real gentleman, holding chairs and doors. He even surprised me at lunch. It seems he called ahead and made reservations at my favorite restaurant, and there was single long stem lying across my plate at the table. There was a little card attached which read. "For a pretty Lady." My heart melted. I was touched. How thoughtful. "Thank you baby. This is so sweet of you! I love it!" "I just wanted you to know I think you a re a great mom." We were sitting at a table with our backs to the wall with me opting to sit beside Phil rather than opposite. I let my hand fall onto Phil's thigh just above his knee. Not high enough to be brazen, but to let him know I was impressed by his thoughtfulness. His smile told me he didn't mind one bit where my hand was. Being a little more risqué I let it slide up a couple more inches. I wanted to show him that even though I was his mom I get turned on too. Phil had ordered for the both of us. He decided it was to be lobster tail with Alfredo-sauce over angel-hair pasta, fresh asparagus spears, and the house salad with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing served with a chilled bottle of sauvignon blanc. The waiter took our order, and then left us alone. I turned the conversation to his younger sisters, the twins and how they would be glad to see him again. All three of my children were so very close. They seldom argued and were never the type of kids to clash when they were younger. I had three great kids I thought. Phil had told me that he had talked to a couple of the girls' professors and they had said that his sisters were every bit as gifted as he was and that they would have little trouble in any endeavor after college. Phil went on to say that he was sure both girls would go on for their Masters as well. I could feel the warmth from his leg through his tight slacks. I wondered if I was doing anything to him. Did he wonder if he was doing things to me. I hoped I would not be sorry for my boldness and chase him away. The waiter broke my reverie as he showed Phil the bottle and then went through that silly routine that waiters do with the cork etc. I have yet to see a bottle of wine refused when that is done. But I guess it has to be done for aesthetic purposes for the most part. Reluctantly I abandoned my son's thigh, taking my glass and toasting with my young man. "Here is to a successful afternoon mom!" "I am sure it will turn out as wonderful as you, my dashing prince!" We ate and chatted more and I could see that Phil was very much at ease with me. He was careful with his drinking as he was driving, I on the other hand was letting the wine turn me into a giddy teenager. The wine was definitely easing the stress. I was after all a cheap drunk as Jim had let me know on more than several occasions. I was lucky if I could make it through a bottle of wine and still be able to walk. I thought I would have to be extra careful as wine was an instant panty remover for me. Proof of that was under the thin black lacey material of my skirt, my pussy was damp. The devil on my left shoulder was urging me to keep drinking while the angel on my right was telling me that I needed to take control and remember I was his mom, not his girlfriend. Who would win out in the end was yet to be determined. I managed to finish my meal and the wine too. It was a fantastic start to an afternoon with my wonderful son. I decided to forgo dessert not wanting any more calories added to my waist and ass. I grabbed the bill before he had a chance, wanting to thank him for being so thoughtful. "Mom's treat baby." "Mom. A lady is not supposed to pay. I want to pay." "Well forget it! I am a lady and I will pay if I want! "How am I suppose to be a gentleman if I don't pay?" "Honey? I know you are a gentleman and that's all you need to know! So deal with it." I smiled at him and took the bill, handing it to the woman at the register. She smiled a knowing smile and as she counted out my change she told me that I should consider myself lucky to have such a fine young man dining with me. I bent and whispered in her ear. "My dear woman that ain't the half of it." I backed away and gave her a wink. Being a woman she knew exactly what I was referring to. I felt it wise to take Phil's arm ad have him walk me to the car as the wine was catching up to me. Once at the car, Phil held the door for me as I lowered my shaky butt into the hot leather seat. I am sure it was the wine that made me give him a good look at my legs and thighs, to within a few inches of my now wet panties. Once in the car and safely on the road we headed towards the car dealers and spent the afternoon picking out and test-driving various models. I for the most part was quiet, not wanting to sound like the over baring mother. I let him have his way with the salesman. Watching him handle the powerful machines, he looked so macho putting the various models through various maneuvers . I was proud to be seen with him. We made the Mercedes Dealer last as he said his first pick was the 500SL and he wanted to compare the rest with it. I could tell by the look in his eye as we turned into the dealer after our test drive that I was about to become a lot poorer. The black ragtop was a very special car. It even made me take notice! An hour and a half worth of ironing out details and ensuring the vehicle met all of his expectations, Phil and I walked out of the Dealer, and Phil was the proud owner of a 2004, Mercedes 500 SL Convertible. He was on cloud nine as we drove home. He reached over and placed his hand on my thigh about three inches below my pussy. I whipped my head around and just as I did, I felt his lips touch mine. It was not a quick kiss yet it wasn't a lover's kiss either. He definitely had his mouth open, as I felt his tongue on my lips. It was over in a few seconds. "Thanks mom! You're the greatest!" "My pleasure handsome. Now get your hand off my leg, before we smash my car up!" I said it in a tone that was not offensive. Rather like a date telling her boyfriend to slow down. Once back at the house Phil asked me if I wanted to go for a swim. "Sure! I'll go get changed and meet you out there in ten minutes." "Ok Mom. I ran up the stairs unbuttoning my top and slipping out of it as soon as I was in my room. I shimmied out of my skirt and panties walking naked to the dresser. My reflection in the bureau mirror revealed my swollen breasts, my nipples begging for a touch. I was excited about getting into my brief swimsuit and showing off my body to my son, hoping he that maybe would try something. I took hold of my twin globes and pinched the nipples, sending shivers down my spine. I watched my hands travel downward to my wet slit. I let my fingers probe the petals of my quim and slipped a finger into my wet pussy. I closed my yes and moaned out a cry of need, a cry for something to put out this ache between my thighs. I wanted to feel a cock penetrate my cunt and fill me to feel it sink to the balls in my slit and fuck me until I passed out. I manipulated my hard nubbin only able to imagine getting fucked ruthlessly. "FUCK! I NEED COCK!" My hunger was driving me insane. My instincts were telling me to stop what I was thinking and get hold of what little sense I still had. I let my head fall and through teary eyes I opened my dresser drawer and pulled out my bright yellow two-piece. It wasn't as daring as what he kids wear, but it did show a lot of skin. I was full of the fire today and Phil was going to have to pay for it. It took a little more than the ten minutes to get back outdoors. I crossed the deck, past a few chairs near the pool. I made my way to the ladder and turned to step down into the clear chlorinated water. I was waist high in the cool water with my back to the house when I heard one frightening word. "Cannonball!" "NOOOO!" "SPAAALASHHHHH!" Too late. The little shit threw up a wave nearly as big as a tsunami. I was soaked from head to toe. "You little son of a bitch I yelled. You're dead meat!" I steadied myself and cleared the water from my now smeared face. I dove head first with one thing on my mind. To pay him back in spades. Arm over arm, feet kicking, I was doing my best to catch Phil before he got to the other end of the pool. Just as he was hoisting himself up to get out I grabbed his trunks to hold him back. All I succeeded in doing was pulling his swimsuit off his butt and half way down his thighs. It literally leg cuffed him so he could not move his legs. He fell back into the water beside me and as he went he had this look of desperation on his face. Summer Fun He managed to utter one word before his head went below the surface. "Fuck!" He came up a few feet away and scurried to pull up his trunks. The water was clear enough that I was able to get a look at some flesh this time. He was huge, even this far away. I could not help but stare and Phil was quick to see me looking. He had to pull his trunks up while treading water so it took a few seconds longer. He made his way towards me as he hiked up his suit. "Something wrong with my face mom?" It was his opening and he saw a way to get me back for prior embarrassments. I knew exactly what he was getting at. He had caught me looking this time. Even so I found it very hard to tear my eyes away from his manhood. I could see it was getting bigger. HE was beside me now, and even though the water was below body temperature it felt very warm all of a sudden Then I felt his flesh against my thigh and I gasped out loud. "Oh Phil! What on earth are you doing son? . Please baby. Don't? Please don't baby?" "What mom? Don't you like me?" I had to think fast, so I came back with a remark I hoped would alleviate the embarrassing situation we had flung ourselves into. "That's not it son. It's just that I don't think it is right to be pressing that big wang between your legs against me like that in that condition. Save it for your girlfriend and put your hormones back in your pants" "But I wanted to thank you for buying me that nice car today." "That's not the point... Point son! Mothers and sons do not these sorts of things. I can go to jail you little twit!" As wrong as it was I did not back away his hot poker against my leg. My baby picked up on it in a flash. His hands came up and cupped my heaving breasts. He squeezed them together in his strong hands. "PHIL!" I screamed "Please baby! Stop what you are doing? Please! Phil!" It took every ounce of power to back away and climb the ladder. I left my son standing waist deep in the pool with a huge hardon. A hardon I caused. I turned to look at him as I made my way back into the house and he was stroking his cock under water looking at my ass as I walked away. I went to my room and fell on the bed, soaking wet, not caring. I was confused. I was so ashamed, but I was also very turned on. His cock felt like a branding iron as it poked my thigh. He was inches from my cunt and I was immobile. It was as if I could not stop him. Did I want to stop him. I had to. If I had stayed another minute I would have succumbed to him. My fingers hooked into the waistband of my suit and I pulled it down. My fingers went after my hardened clit stroking it back and forth as I had done a hundred times since Jim left for Asia. I pulled my top off and pinched my swollen nipples, crying out my passion. "I need to fuck! I need cock so badly. Jim I need you! Why aren't you here you bastard!" I was desperate to be fucked and I came ever so close to allowing my son to commit incest with me. I nearly let him fuck me, his mother. My mind was racing, as were my fingers. I could not believe what I was now beginning to think. Then I blurted out my thoughts. "Yes baby. Fuck me. Fuck mommy. Fill her pussy with your big cock baby. Oh yes Phil! Make love to me with your cock baby. Mother needs to cum honey. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Phil!" I my highly aroused state orgasm overtook my body in a few seconds. I was beyond caring or thinking. All I wanted was to cum and I was. It was so wonderful! The euphoric numbness overcame me, the wetness coating my fingers as I used them to fill my pussy. All to soon it was over. I started to cry, and cry, finally slipping into a mindless haze. I awoke sometime later. I looked outside and it was dark. I went downstairs and Phil was nowhere to be seen. Obviously he was ashamed, or so I thought. I saw a note on the counter with the rose next to it. I picked up the flower and the sweet fragrance filed my head. I read the note. Mom. What happened in the pool today was something neither of us planned. I did not mean to offend you or hurt you. Seeing you like that and being with you all day just caught up with my male instincts and they took over. You are a lovely woman and your beauty captivated me. The feel of your thigh against me, so close to your...... Well it nearly drove me over the edge. I wish for one day I could forget you were my mother and you forget you I was your son. I would show you things I have dreamt about for so long. Love Phil I could feel my heart melt, all thoughts of wrong giving way to my love for Phil. I held the note to my face and wept once more. AS wrong as it was I could feel my pussy moisten as I recalled his tender words. "Oh Phil! If only you knew how close you came to learning just that!" I said aloud. I decided then and there that I would not reprimand him, not even bring up the goings on in the pool ever again. I couldn't. After all I was as much to blame as he was. The next week and a half went by and there were no more instances of or pool escapades. There were a few kisses and hugs and even the occasional flash of T & A. Nothing more though. This was really beginning to get to me. If I didn't get fucked and soon I swear I was going to go insane. The dildo just wasn't cutting the mustard! Tomorrow the girls would be here then we could make plans for the cottage. Phil had spent the last three days putting a few hundred miles on his SL. He was amazed at how easy it was to pick up chicks. I told him. "Honey that is a chick magnet. They often have a hard time looking past the dam car, so be careful. It tells them in big bold letters. "MONEY!" 'Gotcha mom. Those chicks don't stand a chance next to you though. You're my babe!!" "Thanks honey. You make an old lady feel good." "Mom! If I hear you say that once more I am going to take you over my knee and give you a good licking!" I looked at him, my mouth hanging open. "You wouldn't dare spank me!" He looked at me smiling in a most peculiar manner and said. "Who said anything about a spanking!" and walked out of the room It took a few moments for me to get it but when it did my hand went to my mouth. The little perv I thought. He meant he was gong to lick me!! I felt my nipples perk up, as my hand slipped into my shorts, touching my neglected womanhood. I couldn't help but voice my feelings. "Fuck." I said. "I should be so lucky." I made up my mind that I was going to find out how far Phil wanted to go as soon as we got up to the cottage. I would get him to take me fishing as I could find out how big a certain worm really was. I walked around the rest of the day with a "Cat ate the canary " Look on my face, even if it was a frustrated cat. Summer Fun I must have really been into the task at hand because I had not heard the car in the drive, the front door or the knock on my door. It was not until I heard her voice gasp, "Oh my God!" that I was snapped back to reality and I jerked my head towards the door to see her standing there. We were both too shocked to move or say anything for a few seconds; there I was with my cock in my hand as my sister stood in the doorway with her mouth open just staring at me. Before I could yell at her to get out she stuttered, "I..I'm sorry." and spun out of the room closing the door behind her. With my mood suddenly spoiled I laid there for a couple of minutes cursing what had just happened as my once erect cock slowly deflated back to it's normal flaccid self. "Why didn't I lock the door?" I thought. It had been a while since I had seen Julie. She was in college and had not been home since winter break. The fact was she was not supposed to be home for the summer till next week. I had thrown on some shorts and a t-shirt and left my room to find her. Once my anger and embarrassment had subsided I had become concerned that she would tell our parents what she had seen and that was a conversation I did not want to have. As I came down the stairs and rounded the corner I saw Julie sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. This was the first time I really got a good look at her. Julie was about 5'6" and had a nice body with long shapely legs and perky 34C tits. Her figure was shown off nicely by her outfit of a peach pleated skirt that stopped just above mid thigh and was topped with a form fitting white baby doll tee. When I saw her sitting there my cock suddenly started to swell again. I could not believe my sister could be having this effect on me. Sure she could be classified as a hot piece of ass, but she was still my sister and here I was wondering what she would look like without those clothes on. Wanting to take my mind from those thoughts I spoke up and grumbled, "Hey" as I walked up behind her. She spun her head around and said, "Oh hey big guy," as she smiled. She had never called me that before but I figured it was just something she picked up this past year at college. "What are you doing home so soon?" I demanded making sure my displeasure was apparent. "One of my professors had to leave town for a meeting so he gave the exam early. I finished up everything yesterday and just decided to come home." She shrugged as she said this. From the tone in my voice she must have inferred what I was upset about because she continued, "I knocked on your door. I wanted to see if you could help with my stuff but from the looks of things you had your hands full." She laughed at her own cleverness. I did not laugh. "Look, you are not going to tell mom and dad are you?" I blurted out because I just had to know the answer. She looked at me in disbelief, "Hell no! What mom and dad don't know won't hurt them." She smiled and then she winked at me in a kind of teasing way. I smiled as I sat down next to her, relieved to know our parents would not find out and relaxed that Julie did not seem freaked out. "So is that your car in the drive?" she said after a couple minutes of silence. Thankful for the subject change I smiled and said," Yeah, mom and dad got it for me for my birthday. It's a POS as they say, but it is mine and I do not have to bum rides from friends anymore." Julie sighed and looked at me suddenly serious. "I am sorry I missed your birthday Justin. I go so caught up in school and what I was doing I just did not even think about it." 'It's no big deal, I missed yours too anyway." Even though Julie was two years older than me we shared the same birth month so it was not like we could really forget each other's birthday. "Yes, but turning 18 is a much bigger deal than turning 20 and as your big sis I should have done something to help you celebrate. I will make it up to you this summer. I promise." My cock jumped a little as she put here hand on my thigh. Feeling slightly uncomfortable I jumped up and said," Well I am going to go for a swim." "Oh that is a great idea! Let me go change and I will join you." With that Julie got up and bounced out of the room. I had changed and made it out to the pool several minutes before Julie so I was just laying back in the pool with my eyes closed enjoying the coolness of the water as the early afternoon sun beat down. My thoughts were drifting back to how good Julie had looked in that skirt and imagining what she would look like in a swimsuit. My cock was just starting to stir at these thoughts when I felt a splash and heard, "Wake up big boy." I lifted my head and looked over to see Julie bobbing in the water a few feet away. Her dark brown hair was laid back from the water. Through the ripples and tiny waves I could tell she was wearing a blue bikini. She looked so sexy my cock was almost at full attention. "Why do you keep calling me big boy?" I asked trying to clear my head. "Well from what I saw earlier it seems appropriate." She giggled and then splashed me again. I shook the water from my face and said, "You will pay for that." And I lunged after her. As I moved toward her she darted to her right and I reached out and grabbed her by the ankle. She screamed as I reached up to grab her leg with my other hand to pull her in. "Payback's a bitch ain't it." She just giggled and splashed me again. This time she was within reach so I put my hand on her shoulders to dunk her when she dipped below the surface. Determined to not let her escape I grasped for anything under the water, but all I got was some thin string that pulled tight and then slipped through my hand as she swam away underwater. As she resurfaced on the other side of the pool she pushed the water from her hair and looked over at me and said, "You undid my top." as she held up strings in both hands. It was obvious now that she was wearing a tie string bikini. "Oh well." she laughed and in one motion pulled the top over her head and threw it on the deck next to the lawn chairs. If I was not hard before I was now! We swam for a few more minutes and I made sure to keep my distance when she finally said, "Well I am going to get out and sun myself." With that she swam to the shallow end and climbed the stairs out of the pool. I could not believe my sister was being so casual about being topless in front of me. What is more is I could not believe the effect it was having on me. As she got out I noticed that the bottom of the bikini was also the tie style. I also noticed what a nice ass she had. My cock was throbbing as I watched her walk over to the lounge chair, her firm ass swaying from side to side. As she turned I got my first real look at her tits and they were perfect, perky with no sag at all. Her tits were completely tan so I knew this was not the first time she had sunned topless. She hard dark, quarter sized areolas with nipples the size of pencil erasers. From where I was it was difficult to tell for certain but they looked hard and erect. She dried herself as she sat on one of the lounges and called to me, "Hey Justin, how about coming over her and putting some lotion on my back so I do not get burned." I got out of the pool hoping that she would not notice my cock tenting my trunks. I walked over and sat on the lounge next to her and looked her body over as she lay there; I could not believe how sexy she looked. "Here." She said as she handed me a bottle of lotion. I squeezed some into my hand and began rubbing it into her upper back between her shoulders. Her skin was so soft and smooth to the touch I kept imagining licking and kissing her body all over. By the time I reached her shoulders I was giving her a massage as much as rubbing the lotion in. "Mmmm, you are good with those hands." she moaned. I just smiled and continued to massage her and rub the lotion in. I moved my hands down her shoulders and slid them to her sides just below her raised arms. She moaned slightly as my fingers grazed the side of her breasts. I continued down her sides to her waist and slowly moved my hands up and over the small of her back. The entire time I was rubbing in the lotion and applying just enough pressure to give a slight massage. "Don't forget my legs." Julie cooed over her shoulder, "Wouldn't want them to burn either." Obligingly I got some more lotion and started rubbing it into her legs starting at her left ankle and moving up her calf. Just as I reached the back of her knee I moved to her right calf continuing to massage her while rubbing in the lotion. I continued to move up her legs enjoying the erotic sensation of her smooth soft skin under my hand, working first on one leg and then the other. As I moved up her thigh she shifted a little on the lounge, by the time I reached mid-thigh she had spread her legs slightly. I took this as a sign that she was enjoying the attention as much as I enjoyed giving it. I continued up her leg until I was lowly rubbing the lotion into her bare ass exposed by the bikini. By this time Julie's breathing had become heavy and deep. As I let my thumbs slip beneath the legs of her bikini bottom I was expecting her to end my little fantasy session, but instead she actually spread her legs a little wider so I could now see the outline of her swollen lips through the material. Not wanting to pass an opportunity like this I dropped my hands between her legs and continued to rub her smooth skin. As I rubbed her inner thighs I let my fingers brush lightly over her lips through the bikini. As I did this I heard a little gasp and then a soft whisper, "Yes." I figured I could not ask for a better invitation and decided to go for broke so I shifted my focus from her thighs directly to her pussy. I cupped my hand over her lips so my fingers were right were her clit would be and I began to apply gentle pressure massaging her. As I moved my hand between her legs I could feel her pushing back against it. With my other hand I was massaging her firm ass. No longer being quiet Julie was clearly moaning and enjoying herself, saying, "Yes, don't stop. That feels so good." As she began grinding harder into my hand her warmth and wetness were seeping through her suit. Suddenly Julie spun around on the lounge so she was facing me with her legs spread. She was staring at me with desire in her eyes and said, "I need your tongue on me now." With that she grabbed my head and pulled me into her crotch and said, "finish what you started little brother." Her scent over powered the lingering chlorine and did she smell good. Needing no further motivation I quickly reached up and pulled the strings on her bikini bottom so it fell away. There I was with my sister's pussy right in front of my face and it was beautiful. Her outer lips were swollen and rounding forming a perfect valley politely hiding everything beneath. Right at the top of her slit her clit was swollen so it was peaking out. I lowered my face and with the tip of my tongue I began to gently trace the outside of her lips. After a couple of times around I slowly ran my tongue up her slit and circled her clit. I repeated this a couple of times pushing just a little further between her lips each time when she finally pushed my head down and said, "Stop teasing and eat me!" Not wanting to disappoint my big sis my tongue dove into her pussy and I began to lap up her sweet juices. I now had my face buried in her and my tongue was working in and out as I moved my head from side to side. Then I brought my tongue up to her clit to lick it and then suck it while my tongue twirled circles around it. Then I plunged my tongue back into her sweetness to repeat the licking I was giving her pushing harder and deeper into her. This time as I pulled my tongue out to lick her clit I replaced my tongue in her with two fingers. As I did this I reached up with my other hand and began to massage her bare breast gently pinching her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I was sucking her clit into my mouth curling my fingers inside her looking for her g-spot. Once I found her spot I pushed my hand hard into her and stroked it faster while sucking her clit. It did not take long of this treatment before she arched her back and moaned, "Oh God, I'm cumming." I felt her muscles tighten as I felt several spasms pump through her body before she collapsed back into the lounge. She lay there breathing heavily as I gently slid my tongue back into her licking as much of her sweet nectar as I could get. As I continued to lick her pussy her hands began to stroke my hair. My face was covered in her juices as she slowly lifted my head and leaned forward. She looked me in the eyes and said, "Thank you little bro." then she leaned in and gave me a deep kiss. As she pulled back she smiled and said, "Now let's see what I can do to help you." and she looked down at the bulge in my trunks. She slid her thumbs inside the waist of my shorts and in one motion dropped them to the ground. My cock sprang out in front of me throbbing from everything it had been through today. Julie just stared at it in admiration then she looked up at me and said, "I have been thinking about this ever since I saw you this morning." Then she leaned in to me and kissed the tip of my cock very gently. As she pulled away a string of precum stretched from her lips back to my cock. With her hand she gently lifted me so my cock was almost touching my stomach and she leaned in and slowly let her tongue trace the underside. Starting at the base and moving toward the head she let my cock lower back to its normal place. As she reached the head she circled it with her tongue and then she looked me in the eyes as she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. I could feel her tongue moving around my shaft as she moved her mouth further down my cock. Julie had obvious experience making guys cum with her mouth and I did not know how long I would last. Just as I was thinking this Julie released my cock from her mouth giving me a reprieve. She gently stroked me with her hand a couple of times as she leaned back in and let her tongue tease my balls before sucking one into her mouth while cupping the other with her hand. After a little bit of sucking she released that one and sucked the other into her mouth. I had never experienced this before and the sensation of the air cooling the wetness she left behind was amazing. Determining that my cock had been left alone long enough she sucked it right back into her mouth. She worked her way down a little further this time before pulling back. She did not release me this time; instead she stopped with just the head in her mouth before moving back down my shaft taking a little more into her mouth. Each time she would tease my cock with her tongue as she moved down my shaft and then flatten he tongue against the underside of my cock as she pulled back sucking on me. My shaft was slick now with a mixture of her saliva and my precum when she went down on me the fifth time and I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. I was sure she would stop there so I was shocked when the kept going me taking me deeper into her throat so she had me all the way in her mouth. Instinctively I grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth, Julie never stopped licking or sucking. It did not take long before I could not stand it any longer. "Julie, I am going to cum," I moaned and started to pull out. Julie only let me withdraw from her throat before she held me in her mouth. She wanted me to cum in her mouth and that knowledge pushed me over the edge as I shot several loads of cum into my older sister's mouth. As I finished she slowly pulled off of me, stroking my shaft and sucking every last drop from me. As she released my cock from her mouth I collapsed back onto the lounge next to her totally spent. Julie looked at me laying there and said, "Well does that make up for me missing your birthday?" I looked over at her and said,"Well, It's a start," and smiled. She raised one eyebrow at me and responded, "Well, I guess I will just have to keep trying." Then she stood and grabbed her bikini and started to walk to the house. As she walked away she called over her shoulder, "Come on, we better get cleaned up before mom and dad get home. Last one to the shower is the last one to cum." Not wanting to miss another opportunity I grabbed my trunks off the ground and ran into the house after her. Summer Fun I tossed the trashy romance novel I'd bought onto the coffee table. Here I was, all alone, my son out with his father in California for the summer and what was my plan for Saturday night? To sit, all alone, and read a book. I sighed, got off the sofa and wandered down the hall to the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. I was only 42 years old and I didn't have some of the wrinkles the girls I worked with had at my age. My black hair irritated most of the girls I worked with. It was long and hung straight down my back. Even on the most humid days my hair didn't frizz out like the other girls' did. I ran my hands down my store bought chest. My ex, Richard, had begged and pleaded for me to get the stupid boob job after our son was born. I'd said no until he started being vicious and talking about how my itty bitty titties were starting to sag. Now, my 36c's were perky even without a bra. I pulled up my t-shirt and ran my hand down my stomach. It wasn't as flat as I'd like it to be, but at 130 pounds I looked damn good, I thought. I pulled my shirt back down and shook my head. I should be out having a good time tonight. It wasn't often in the last 12 years that I got a chance to just have fun for me. With Kevin out just graduating from high school and getting ready for college, I'd have plenty of time to have fun, right? Right. Sighing again, I walked back out the front room and flopped on the sofa. I was reaching for my book when the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock on the VCR. It was a little after seven. Everyone I knew would have called before coming over. It was probably one of Kevin's friends he forgot to tell he was going on vacation. I walked over and opened the door. Sure enough, it was Dylan from down the street. Dylan and Kevin had been friends since the third grade and, even though Kevin was a jock and Dylan was a geek, they'd managed to keep their friendship through all of their years of school. We'd actually celebrated Dylan's 18th birthday just before Kevin went to visit his dad in California. Dylan was rail thin. He couldn't be more than a hundred and forty pounds. At 6'1" he was taller than me by half a foot. He had sandy blonde hair that was always standing up and making him look goofy. Add that to the big coke bottle glasses he wore and you had the mixings for the painfully shy boy that was Dylan. "Hey, Dylan," I said. "Kevin's not here. His dad has him for the summer." "I know," he said, looking down at his feet. "He told me. He has my Madden game and I came to see if I could get it back." That's my son alright. He borrows everything from everyone and forgets to give it back. Sometimes he's way too much like his dad. "Sure," I said, opening the door wider. "Come on in and we'll go see if we can find it in the disaster area he calls a room." Dylan smiled and stepped into the house. We went down the hall to Kevin's room and I, reluctantly, opened the door. My son is a slob. Yet another thing he has in common with his father. Clothes were still all over the room. He had some plates and glasses lying on the floor by his bed. It's a wonder we don't get ants or roaches with all the food and crap he has in here. "Sorry about this. He was supposed to clean it up before he left," I said. Kevin shrugged and said, "It's okay. I'm used to it." He walked over to look through the games tossed around Kevin's TV while I picked up some of the clothes. I bent over and grabbed a handful of clothes and tossed them over by the overflowing clothes hamper. I glanced back over my shoulder and found Dylan wasn't looking through the games any more. No, his eyes were glued to my ass. I started to get mad but stopped. Why should I get mad if a guy was checking me out? Sure, he was my son's friend and he was only 18, but he was still a guy. And a horny teenage one too. He looked up and saw that I'd caught him. His face turned bright red and he spun back to looking through the games. I turned and tried not to giggle. Oh, I was so going to enjoy this. "I found it," he said, jumping up and doing everything to avoid looking at me. "Okay," I said. We walked out of the room and made our way down the hall. I made sure Dylan was behind me. I gave my hips a little more shake than normal as we walked to the door. I knew his eyes were staring at my ass and it was turning me on more than I wanted to admit. I stopped in front of the door and turned around. I caught his eyes coming up and felt a little tingle of pleasure run through me. "Oh! I just thought of something," I said. "With Kevin gone, I don't have anyone to mow the lawn." I leaned myself back against the door and pushed my chest out a little. Tilting my head down, I looked up through my lashes and asked, "Would you mind mowing my lawn for me, Dylan? I can pay you." "Sure," he said, his head bobbing up and down at a hundred miles an hour. "You're such a sweetie. Can you come by tomorrow afternoon?" I asked, opening the door and stepping out of the way. Dylan practically bolted out the door. "See you tomorrow," I called after him. I closed the door and stood there giggling for a minute. What was with me? Flirting with my son's friend! And enjoying it too! ***** Dylan showed up a little after one the next day. I answered the door in a loose t-shirt and shorts. "Hey, Dylan," I said. "Thanks so much for doing this." He shrugged and said, "It's cool." "The mower's in the garage but can you do me a favor? I kinda want to go out back and try to get a little tan, so can you start with the front yard?" I asked. Our front yard's not all that big, I knew it wouldn't take him long to do it. It was when he came into the backyard that he was in for a surprise. He gulped and bobbed his head up and down. This was going to be too much fun. While he went into the garage to get the mower I went and got one of the beach towels I had. I went into my bedroom and changed into my little bikini. Dylan was going to have a hell of time mowing. If he liked my ass in shorts, he was going to love it in my tight little bikini bottoms. I grabbed my book, some suntan lotion and my sunglasses and went out into the back yard. I laid the towel on the grass. I put on a little tanning lotion and lay down to read my book. It wasn't long until Dylan was pulling the mower into the back yard. I'd lain out so I could watch him over the top of my book and I got a kick out of the sight. He walked through the side gate and came to a complete stop when he saw me. I even think I saw his jaw drop a little. He stood there staring at me for a couple of seconds before he said, "I'm ready to do the backyard now, Mrs. Tyne." "So soon?" I asked, pretending to pout. He just nodded at me. "But I just got comfy," I pouted some more. "I could come back later," he offered. I laid there for a moment before I said, "Or you could do me another favor. I can't get the lotion all over my back. Could you put some on me?" Watching his reaction was priceless. He hopped from foot to foot. He turned red again and his eyes got huge. This was too much fun. "O...Okay," he said, walking over to me. He sat down beside me and picked up the bottle of lotion. He opened it and pointed the tip at my back. "Wait," I said. "Put it on your hands first. It'll rub in better that way." He nodded and squeezed some of the lotion into his hand. I could feel him lightly touch my back a couple of times, his hands brushing over my lower back. "Go ahead and rub it in good, honey," I said, trying my best not to giggle. Finally, he put his hands fully on my back and started to rub in the lotion. I was surprised at how good his hands felt on my back. He rubbed firmly up and down as he worked his way up my back. I let out an unexpected moan of pleasure and his hand flew off of me. "I'm sorry!" He said. I laughed and said, "It's okay, Dylan. Really. You were doing a great job. A hell of a lot better than the guy at the spa I went to. Maybe you should see if you can get a job there. I know I'd pay money for you to rub me some more." He let out a nervous laugh and asked, "Should I put some more on?" "Yeah, do my shoulders and then can you do my legs too?" "Sure," he said, his voice sounding very hoarse. I smiled and lay there while he rubbed my shoulders. Then he started with the bottom of my legs and worked his way up. When he got to my knees, I spread my legs a little so he would have better access to my thighs. I was really surprised at how good his hands were. He really was doing a better job than the masseuse at the spa. Dylan had a much better feel for how to rub the muscles. Not too firm and not too soft. As his hands kneaded my thighs I felt myself getting more and more turned on. His hands got higher and higher until his finger brushed the sweet, wet spot under my bikini. It felt like a bolt of lightning tore through my body. I wanted to scream it felt so good and it had only been a light touch! Dylan must have felt me tense up because his hands flew off of my body again. I opened my mouth to say something but it took a couple of tries before I found my voice. "That was a really good job, Dylan. Thank you," I breathed. "Really?" He asked, sounding surprised. I laughed and said, "Yes, really. You have very good hands. I bet you drive the girls nuts." "I guess," he mumbled. "Well, why don't you finish the yard? After such a good massage I need a quick shower," I said, wondering if he knew just how wet I was right now. "Come on in and watch TV if you get done before I get out, okay?" "Okay," he said, jumping up and heading over for the mower. I picked up my stuff and tried not to run into the house. I rushed into my bedroom, dropped my stuff on the bed and stripped out of my bikini. I went into the bathroom and got in the shower. I let the how water run down my body while my fingers slid down between my legs. I hadn't lied to Dylan. He was very good with his hands. So good that I was so wet and ready my finger slid right into my pussy. I slipped my finger in and out of my pussy, thinking about Dylan's hands. How would his finger feel instead of mine? I pulled the removable showerhead off its holder and switched it to pulse. I put it between my legs and shuddered as the water pulsed against my pussy. I rubbed it up and felt the water start to hit my clit. My body was wracked with pleasure with each pulse of water. After an intense surge of pleasure, I slid down onto my knees. My body shuddered and it was all I could do to just kneel there, biting my lip to keep from screaming. After a couple of minutes, I managed to get back up and wash myself off. I got out of the shower, dried off and went into my bedroom. I had left the door to my bedroom standing wide open, like an invitation. To my disappointment, Dylan wasn't there. Was I really disappointed? To my surprise, I was. I really had been hoping he'd be standing there to get a peek at me. What was I doing wanting a boy half my age to be playing peeping tom? He was a kid and one of my son's friends. It was wrong. But it felt good for a man to notice me again. After Richard had cheated on me two years ago, I hadn't felt noticed by anyone. I'd felt like a used up old woman. Now this boy had come along and made me feel alive again after so long. Sighing at myself, I went over to my closet and reached for a shirt. My hand stopped as I looked through my clothes. Okay, I liked the way he looked at me. I could admit that. I could also admit I wanted him to look at me some more. Instead of a shirt, I grabbed my silk robe and put it on. It was a little small, barely coming down to mid-thigh and the belt had a bad habit of coming loose. Exactly the right thing for the situation. I went over to my vanity and brushed my hair. I decided to put on a little makeup too. May as well give the boy the whole show. When I was ready, I walked out to the front room and found Dylan watching TV. On the screen was a cute blonde wearing a tiny, black bikini. Her tits looked about the same size as mine. They looked bought and paid for like mine too. Her legs were long and sleek and more tan than mine. She ruined the moment by opening her mouth. "Ugh," I said from behind the sofa. "She was nice until she started talking." Dylan jumped at the sound of my voice and spun around. I was going to have to be careful or I was going to give the poor kid a heart attack. His eyes roamed up and down my robe before he turned back to the TV and said, "Yeah, she's such a fake. All the way from her smile to her boobs." I watched him cringe after the words spilled out of his mouth. The back of his neck turned red and I could just imagine the redness of his face. "Hey now, mister," I said. "There's nothing wrong with fake boobs. God knows my ex paid enough for mine." I watched the back of his neck turn an even deeper shade of red. "Well, you're prettier than she is anyway. And I like your voice a lot more," he said. How long had it been since anyone had said something like that to me? I felt my eyes tear up. I swallowed a couple of times and rubbed at my eyes, hoping I wasn't messing up my makeup. "Thank you, Dylan," I said, walking around and sitting on the sofa next to him. He nodded, keeping his eyes glued to the TV, his face still a bright red. We sat there watching TV for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. The annoying blonde came back on the screen and said something stupid. I rolled my eyes and said, "How much do you want to bet she's a stripper or something when she's not on TV?" "She was in Playboy once," Dylan offered. "And you've seen that Playboy?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "My dad has a subscription." "Does she look good naked?" I asked. Dylan's mouth worked a couple of times. The poor boy was still blushing a deep red that was only getting redder. Maybe I should back off a little and let his poor heart slow down for a minute. "She is pretty. Especially because she's not talking," he managed to say. I threw my head back and laughed. I liked this kid. I bet when he got a little more confident he'd have the girls eating out of his hand. I felt my robe slide open a little while I was laughing, giving Dylan the chance to take a nice look at my cleavage. I kept laughing a little longer than was needed, giving him time to enjoy. I sat up straight again and caught his head turning back to the TV. Good. "So do you like blondes with fake boobs?" I asked him. Keeping his eyes locked on the TV, he whispered, "Yeah. But Like girls with dark hair the best." I ran my finger down between my breasts, sliding the robe open just a little more. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye and trying his best to be sneaky about it. "Have you even seen a girl naked for real?" I asked. His tongue flicked out and he licked his lips. "No," he whispered almost too quietly for me to hear. "That's too bad," I said, running my finger between my cleavage some more. "The real thing is much better than a picture." I leaned back and let the robe slip open a little bit more. The edges of my areolas were peeking out from under the robe. It was only a couple of seconds before Dylan's head finally turned enough for him to take a better look. "Dylan, what are you looking at?" I asked. His head snapped back towards the TV. "Nothing," he managed to stammer out. "Were you looking at my tits?" I asked. He managed to get to that deeper shade of red. He jumped off of the sofa and said, "May... maybe I should go." Now I'd scared him. That wasn't what I'd wanted to do. I wasn't sure what the hell I wanted to do actually. "Dylan, honey, sit back down," I said, leaning forward so my robe closed a little. "I'm sorry about that." He sat down on the edge of the sofa, as far away from me as he could get. He looked down at the floor, avoiding my face and other parts. "Dylan, that was wrong of me to tease you like that," I said. "I'm sorry." He shrugged. "It's okay." "No, it's not. It's mean," I said. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you." All he did was shrug again. I sighed and asked, "Dylan, can I tell you a secret?" Another shrug. "I did this so you would look at me," I said. His head came up a little and he met my eyes. "Really? Why?" I shook my head and said, "I don't know. It's been such a long time since a guy looked at me that way it made me feel good, I guess." He frowned. "I don't understand." "It feels good when a man looks at a woman and notices her. You noticed me, Dylan. I liked being noticed," I admitted to him. "No, I don't understand why guys don't notice you. You're very pretty," he said. I sat staring at him, tears welling up in my eyes. That was the second time he'd said something nice to me. I'd told him all I'd been doing was teasing him and here he was, still complimenting me. He saw my tears and came closer to me. "Please don't cry, Mrs. Tyne," he said. I scooted closer to him and put my arms around him. He held me while I cried into his shoulder. He was a good kid. I knew he'd make some girl very happy one day. When my sniffles ended, I pulled a little away from him and looked him in the eyes. "I'm surprised you didn't go running out the door when the crazy, old lady started bawling at you," I said to him, wiping away the last of the tears. "Yeah, but when she's really pretty I let it slide," he said with a smile. I threw my head back and laughed. Once you got past his shyness he had a good sense of humor waiting to be seen. When I looked at him again, I saw he was looking down at my chest. I looked down and saw the robe had fallen completely open. My breasts were fully exposed. My hard, little nipples stood pointing at Dylan, wanting his touch. He looked up and away quickly. I put my hands on the sides of his face and turned him back towards me. He looked past my shoulder and wouldn't meet my eyes. I reached down and took his hand in mine. I pulled his hand up and cupped it against my breast. I rubbed his hand against my breast, squeezing it gently. His eyes slipped down and watched me rub my breast with his hand. I took my hand away and he kept his firmly against me, still rubbing my nipple in little circles against his palm. "Take you index finger and run little circles around my nipple," I whispered to him. He extended his index finger and ran it in tight, fast circles around my nipple. "Slower, baby, slower," I said. He slowed down and it was wonderful. Little shots of pleasure run down my body under his touch. "Now pinch it. Not too hard," I told him. He did but it wasn't enough. "Harder," I said. He pinched harder and I let out a groan. After a couple seconds of letting him pinch my nipples, I reached up and took his hand off of me. I stood up and saw a flicker of panic on his face. The panic disappeared when I took off my robe and sat back down with him. His eyes now freely roamed over my body. I ran my fingers down across my stomach and into the tiny little patch of hair over my pussy. Richard had liked me completely bald but I liked having my little landing stip. "Do you like what you see?" I asked. All he could do was nod. I took his hand again and put it on my thigh and slid it up between my legs. I pulled his fingers through my little patch of hair. I slid his fingers down and felt the tips of his finger slide between my wet lips. I took his index finger in my hand and slid it up until it was rubbing my clit. I rubbed in slow, soft circles, shivering at the feel. "That's my clit, baby," I said. "Remember slow and gentle wins the race. If you do it too hard it will start to hurt." Summer Fun He just nodded, his eyes still locked on his finger between my legs. I slid his finger down and pushed it gently between my labia. Back and forth I moved his finger until the tip was inside of me. "In and out, Dylan," I whispered. "Once it's nice and wet you can go in deeper." I let go of his finger and he pushed it in and out. I felt him sliding deeper and deeper into me. He got his finger completely in me and I let out a gasp. He pulled out and slid it in again making me gasp again. I looked down at his face and saw the huge grin he had. "You're such a bad boy," I said. "I know, but you seem to like it," he said, thrusting his finger into me. I moaned and lay there, letting him pleasure me. I ran my fingers across my breasts and pinched my nipples. I looked down and saw him watching me touch myself. I licked my lips and pinched harder. "Harder and faster," I told him. His finger ran in and out of me. My body was shuddering uncontrollably. I slid my fingers down and rubbed my clit while he fingered me. I could feel the orgasm coming. "Hard, Dylan," I moaned. "Fuck me, baby." His finger drove into me while I rubbed my clit faster. "Yes, Dylan! Yes!" The orgasm crashed over me. My body shuddered and everything went white for an instant. Waves of pleasure slammed over me. I moaned and wailed and called out Dylan's name. The pleasure was almost too much. Finally, the orgasm began to ebb. Dylan, somehow knowing what to do, slowed his fingering of my pussy. I collapsed on the sofa, gasping for air. I looked down and saw his eyes were huge. I reached down and pulled his finger out me. I leaned forward and kissed him gently one the lips. "Thank you," I whispered. "Any time," he said with a grin that I knew would be there for days. I lay back for a few minutes and caught my breath. Richard had never done that to me. Not once in ten years of marriage had he made me cum with his fingers. Hell, even with his dick I'd never cum like that. I sat up, looked at Dylan and said, "Your turn." "Huh?" "You got to see me naked and play with me. Now I get to play," I said with an evil little grin. "Get naked." Dylan stood up and backed away a little. He looked around and said, "Maybe... maybe I shouldn't." "Why" He looked down and said, "Don't laugh, please." "Dylan, I'm not laughing but you need to explain what's going on in your head," I said. "Well, I'm not very... big." I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Nice to see all men are the same, no matter what age. "Honey, I would never laugh at you," I told him. "Trust me. " He stood, thinking about it for a moment before he pulled off his shirt. He slid off his shorts and I could see then tent his hard cock was making in his boxers. He grabbed the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down. I felt my jaw drop. He was huge. He had to have almost eight inches of hard cock. He put his hands over himself, trying to hide his raging hard-on from me. "See?" He said, reaching down to pull up his boxers. I jumped off the sofa and stopped his hands. "Dylan, you... Wow! You're huge," I said. He looked at me, his boxers forgotten for a moment. "You're just saying that." "No, I am not!" I said. "You're bigger than my ex was." "But... But the guys on the internet are a lot bigger than me," he said. This time I couldn't stop the laughter. "Dylan, those are porn stars," I said between laughs. "They have surgery and stuff to look like that. What you have is real and natural. You should be proud." "Really?" He asked, yet another huge grin forming on his face. "Damn right," I said. "You just have to be careful with that. You'll have to be a little gentler because it's so big." The grin now lit up his face. He let go of his boxers and stood straight in front of me, showing off. "Sit down on the sofa, sweetie," I told him. He stepped out of his shorts and boxers and sat on the edge of the sofa. I knelt down in front of him. "Have you ever been with a girl, Dylan?" I asked. His face turned a deep crimson and he could only shake his head. I looked him in the eyes and said, "You're going to cum really fast. Don't be embarrassed, it's normal the first couple of times. You'll get stamina and last longer when you get more practice. Right now, just enjoy it, okay?" His head bobbed up and down. I smiled at him, reached out and took his cock in my hand. He shuddered at the touch. I slid my hand up and down his shaft. He groaned and gripped the sofa cushion with all of his strength. I rubbed my hand up and down his cock, harder and faster. It took less than a minute to make him cum. His hardness jerked in my hand as a thick stream of semen shot out of him. It hit my chest and was followed by another couple of loads of his cum. Dylan closed his eyes, threw his head back and moaned, just like I had under his touch. After a couple more strokes he managed to open his eyes and look at me. I had the same grin he had after making me cum. But I wasn't quite finished yet. I lifted my breast to his cock and rubbed my nipple against the tip. He shuddered and a little more cum dribbled out onto my nipple. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against the tip of his still hard cock, tasting his sweet juices. He moaned louder this time. I let go of his cock and leaned back to look at him. He collapsed back on the sofa and stared at me. I took the breast I'd rubbed his cock against in my hands. I tilted my head down and lick his cum off of my nipple. His eyes got huge again and his cock jerked. I knew I had him. I knew I shouldn't have him but, dammit, I did and he was mine. He made me feel like a woman again. There were so many things I was going to teach this boy and we had all summer to do it... Summer Fun This is my first story and is completely true in every way. If I receive good feedback I have lots more to tell. I am a bisexual man who enjoys fun with both men and women. * I had my first sexual experience at a pretty young age. I don't know for sure if it was what set my sexuality or if I was always going to be bisexual, but either way I enjoy every minute of the fun that I have with both guys and girls. I can still remember the first time I put a cock in my mouth. It was a beautiful summer day and my next door neighbor, who was a couple years older than me, and myself went out for one of our usual adventures through a local woods. It wasn't all that far from our houses and we were always going into the woods and building dams in the creek so that the water would pool up on the other side and make us a nice little swimming hole. I'm purposely going to leave our ages out as I want no controversy on the subject. On this particular day we sat out into the woods and found that, for an odd first time, the dam we had built the day before had survived the night and the large area we had dug out to make a swimming hole was filled as deep as it could be with water. It had been one of the hottest summers I could remember in a very long time, so we slipped in and began enjoying the cool creek water. We always went in fully clothed even if we had blue jeans on. It made it easier to lie to our parents, who told us every day not to get wet or muddy, and tell them that we had fallen in. Today was going to be different though. My friend suggested that it would be a good idea to get nude and swim that way we could wait till we had dried to go home. We were plenty far enough away from the road that no one was going to see us and no one but us ever came back to where we were. It made a lot of sense to me so we stripped down out of our clothes and got into the water. Now, I had never been nude outside of my bedroom or bathroom, so as soon as I stepped into the water my dick began to get hard. It turned me on at how dirty we were being. The water was deep enough for us to get in and sit, but I couldn't hide my erection from my friend, nor could he hide his from me. I found myself staring at his cock and couldn't really figure out why I was fascinated by it. There was something about the way it looked that had really drawn my attention. My buddy noticed me looking and asked me if I had every jerked off before. I had, but told him no and asked him what he was talking about. He moved himself out of the water and onto the edge of the bank and began slowly working his cock up and down. If I was entranced before now I was completely enthralled. I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he started to speed up his pumping. Before long he began to raise his hips up to meet the end of every downward stroke. All of a sudden he stopped and looked at me. He realized that I hadn't take my eyes off his dick since he started and smiled. He told me that he knew something that was even more fun than just watching him and that was helping. My mind went blank, I didn't know what to say or do, but I found myself sliding through the water towards him. I took his rock hard dick in my hand and began to work it just the way he had done as he just put his head back and smiled. I started out going up and down with my hand slowly just as he had done. I sped up every so slowly till I was working his cock with as much force a I could muster without hurting him. He looked at me and asked if I wanted to try putting it in my mouth. I didn't even answer just popped it in my mouth. He was telling my to suck it and I responded to every single command I was given. Before long my friend had his hands on either side of my head and was pumping my mouth. Never having done this before, I just let him do it and it wasn't long before he was putting his dick as far in my mouth as I could get it. I had never been so turned on as I was at that moment. I began to gag a little as his cock slide ever further down my throat, but even that got me worked up further. He sat up a little and began to make small grunting noises. I could feel something warm starting to ooze out of his cock head. The taste of his cock and of the pre-cum, I know what it is now, had me on edge and with a final grunt and thrust he came. The feeling and taste of it was something I immediately loved, and I swallowed it down back then as best I could, losing most of it down the front of my chin. As he began to go limp I let his dick slide out of my mouth. Never in the time that we were fooling around did he return the favor. After he was done he said we should probably go home so we did. The entire rest of the day I couldn't keep my mind off what had happen. He asked if I wanted to spend the night that night and I of course jumped at his offer. After a quick check with the parents we were good to go. We spent the rest of the day playing games and with action figures and said no more about what had happened at the creek. As evening started to approach we stayed outside playing. During the summer we always stayed outside as long as we could which was usually till 9:30 when the sun went down completely. I'm going skip ahead a bit here, until later that night when we went to bed together in a large king size bed, as we always did for sleepovers. As always we had outlasted my friends grandparents, whom he stayed with for the summers back then. We were making jokes and having fun, trying our hardest not to make so much noise that we woke anyone up, when he asked me if I really enjoyed what had happened at the creek earlier in the day. Not wanting to sound too weird, or eager, I answered in a coy manner trying to make sure he knew I did without seeming to excited he was bringing it up again. When it was understood that I had enjoyed myself, my friend grinned and told me that he knew something else we could try that was just as fun. He had heard about it but had never tried it himself. We pulled down our pants and he told me to face way from him on my side. I heard him spit on his hand and then all of a sudden I felt his spit covered fingers probing my asshole. Being a little naïve I had no idea what was about to happen. One of his spit covered finger slid into my hole and my cock instantly jumped to attention. Soon his finger was removed and I felt the head of his dick pressing against my hole. He pushed a little and told me to relax. His breath on the back of my neck had an unexpected effect, it relaxed soon much that the head of his cock slipped into my tight ass. With a few more gentle pushes his cock was all the way in and I could feel his balls against my taint. It was a feeling like no other I had ever felt, and my friend began slowly working his cock in and out of me. Meanwhile my dick was twitching jumping. I was getting sensations of pleasure I had never felt before. He was beginning to work his cock in and out of me pretty fast when a wave swept from my balls threw the tip of my dick and I came without even touching it. The pulsing of my hole must have been something my buddy wasn't ready for, because as soon as I started spurting he grunted really hard and drove his cock all the way into me. I felt his dick swell and pulse and, with a last grunt, felt several squirts of warm cum spraying inside me. As before he simply pulled out of me and didn't say anything else about it for the rest of the night. I lay there for a long time thinking about what had happened not able to sleep a bit. Morning came and I went home. Later that day, when I saw my friend, it was as if nothing had happened. For the rest of the time that we were friends it always went the same way and we continued to fool around on and off until his parents moved to far away for him to come and stay the summer at his grandparents. The experience changed me and from that day on I fooled around with several guys until junior high, when I didn't feel safe approaching guys. Eventually I found that I like girls too and didn't play with another guy until I was in high school when I rediscovered how much fun it could be. I have since been with several guys and even more girls. But those are stories for another time. Summer Fun at the Lake [My story depicts my true experiences during the beginning of a loving relationship that continues today. I was young, barely of legal age, but not experienced. There is no intercourse in this story, just the foreshadowing of erotic pleasures that I would experience in the following years. A note here to dispel confusion later in the story: Woody is the nickname of my boyfriend, but Jack is his Christian name used in dialogue when speaking with his family. I always acknowledge proofreading help provided by volunteer editors who work without compensation. Improving the grammar and mechanics of this story was the effort of PrincessLeigha. ©Sandra Mustard 2013] I met my boyfriend, Woody, before I started high school. He was less than three years older but had already graduated. He was so smart, so good looking, and wonderful in every way. How could I not fall for him? With kisses that made me helpless in his arms, he could have taken advantage of me right away. Yet he was a hero, too. He said he loved me and to prove it, he promised to keep me pure until I graduated - and he did just that. Mature beyond his teenage years, he kept us away from the dangers of youthful passion. His resolve persevered against my begging to be his lover until I began to appreciate the honor with which he treated me. I didn't worry that he lacked desire or ability; quite the opposite was true. From what he did do and after very candid discussions about sex, I knew he would be any woman's dream lover in bed. I was content to wait as long as he thought was right; he was the master of our destiny. While I attended high school and he studied at Devry, we didn't go steady, as it was part of his mature plan for us. Rather than keep me locked away, he wanted me to grow up with normal social experiences and learn what other guys were like. I spent the better part of two years dating any boy who asked me out. The trouble was, they were boys, hopelessly immature compared to Woody. My junior year, I went to Homecoming with a senior. He became a close companion, and the only one I dated during the whole year besides Woody. We got drunk at a party just before his graduation and he almost raped me. I wanted no experiencing with others after that. Woody dated others too. While attending Devry and working nights, he managed to meet only one girl. After receiving his Associates degree, he worked a job in Chicago. Riding the train everyday offered a vast pool of single girls, but soon, he too rued the idea of dating others just to date. He sidestepped one last landmine when a beautiful girl was the aggressor and she tried to rape him on their second date. So noble was he that he had to stop her quite roughly to save his virginity; a gift he'd rather give to me. From then on, he wanted to see only me. After three years with Woody going into the summer of '69, we were old enough to enjoy any behavior. I had turned eighteen in June and Woody would turn twenty-one early in the fall. We could (and did) begin to explore our passions further but it was still his goal to wait another year for me to graduate before we consummated our relationship. * * * * * Woody's family loved to vacation at small lakes within a couple hours' drive of their home. Since discovering Paw Paw Lake in southwestern Michigan about ten years earlier, it became their regular destination. They would rent a cottage for a week or two, often joined by relatives or friends of Woody's married, older brother Eric. Eric had a boat they used for water skiing, an activity enjoyed by everyone except their parents. Woody was unable to vacation with his family the two summers he attended Devry. Having now worked at Kodak for nearly a year, he took a week's paid vacation and was eager to join them that August. He also expressed a wish to have me join them. The prospect of a summertime vacation with the Sherdaks sounded fabulous! My family never took recreational vacations because we didn't have the money for them. Instead, we traveled to visit Momma's family in Indianapolis for a long weekend or to Pop's family in Tennessee for a week. My excitement about vacationing with Woody fell to pieces because my part time job at a convenience store needed me to work my regular schedule. I was so disheartened that I told Woody I wanted to quit just so I could go. He would not allow such a thing; it wasn't how mature and responsible people acted. I spent a week in a moody funk; I even thought about how to get myself fired, but I knew I couldn't disappoint Woody with childish behavior. Then, as it happened so often in my life, destiny shined favorably on me. While at work on the Friday before Woody was to leave the next morning, my boss pulled me aside. He said he understood how important it was to me to get the time off, so he had worked out some schedule changes with other workers. I didn't have to work Thursday through Sunday of the following week. It wasn't a whole week but a four-day weekend would be long enough to satisfy me. I called Woody that night to give him the news. Even though it required him to make an extra trip home and back to the lake, he was willing to do anything to include me. After we worked out the travel details, we talked for two hours about vacations he remembered over the years since his childhood. To me, they sounded like trips to Disneyland. Almost as an afterthought, I told my parents of our plans. They had no misgivings about me staying with his family when they learned that my presence would not create added expense. Like waiting for Christmas morning, the next few days crawled by until Woody returned Wednesday night. He stopped by to visit me at work to remind me of what things I should bring. I did not mention that I had packed and repacked my suitcase three times over the last several days. I was more than ready and the morning couldn't arrive soon enough to appease me. * * * * * The roughly hundred-mile trip took a little over two hours. Long discussions about what he had been doing and what he had planned for us filled the journey. I was excited because he promised to teach me how to water ski and I was going to see him slalom on one ski. Woody had a big surprise for me but waited until we stopped at a traffic light to tell me so he could watch my reaction. We would be sleeping in the same bed. I could see his grinning face nodding at me but knew he was dead serious. A dozen thoughts raced through my mind so fast, I couldn't vocalize any of them. A car horn behind us interrupted our silent staring when the light changed. The details became apparent as the sandy dunes of Michigan rolled by. The cottage his family rented had three bedrooms; his parents slept in one while Eric and his wife Carol slept in another. The third bedroom had one small single bed that his younger brother Jerome was using while Woody had been sleeping on the pullout sofa bed in the central room. I was to join him there for the next three nights. He had been able to convince his parents that with the sofa bed in the pathway between all the rooms, someone easily seeing or hearing us would prevent any hanky-panky. In addition, he gave his word that we would behave which carried a lot of weight with his parents. Woody made me understand the importance of keeping his word. Whatever the conditions, I could think of little else but that I would have a chance to sleep with Woody. After exiting the section of interstate we had been on, we followed a two-lane highway through a small town. Beyond the business district, the road turned and cut through scattered houses and summer cottages. Through gaps among the structures and trees, Woody pointed out the views of blue water. He turned off the road and parked next to a wooden cottage set on stone pylons. Woody grabbed my bag from the trunk before we walked through a squeaky screen door to stand in the central room, furnished to the left for dinning and to the right as a sitting room. Opposite the front door was the entry to a short hallway, with the bathroom between bedrooms at each end. The kitchen was to the far left; Eric and Carol's bedroom and a sunroom were to the far right. Against the wall, right next to the hallway entrance and just a few feet from his parents' bedroom door, was the sofa bed. Indeed, it was in a doorless room in the middle of everything. The cottage was empty. At ten in the morning, everyone was already at the beach about one hundred yards back down the road. Woody dropped my bag on the sofa and told me to put on my swimsuit. He grabbed his off a hanger in the bathroom and returned to the central room to change in front of me. By this time, we were comfortable about our bodies and had already seen each other naked. Changing rapidly, Woody seemed to be paying no attention to me, so I decided to forego using the bathroom and started to undress. The open space of the room with a wall of windows and screen door made me feel like we were strippers on stage. I took a quick glance at my cohort when he stepped out of his underwear; he looked partially excited and it caused my sex to tingle. Woody was sitting down already dressed and putting on his gym shoes by the time I peeled my panties down and stepped out of them. Straightening up, I saw him motionless, his head turned and eyes focused on my pussy two feet from his face. A wave of excitement washed through me. Rather than hide from his sudden attention, I turned to face him fully and slowly pulled off my top and removed my bra. The air on my nipples caused the red nubs to stretch out. He briefly looked up at my breasts then returned his stare to my sex. His look of lust was titillating and I felt myself getting wet. Taking a step toward him, his nose poked into my pubic hair and I could feel his breath panting on my pussy. I was getting unbearably excited; my heart began to pound in my chest and my breath rasped from my open mouth. When he reached out to slide a finger across my clit, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto his lap. Strong arms pulled me close; firm hands explored my bare skin in all the places I loved his touch; his hungry lips covered my mouth and his tongue sought out its dance partner. Desire filled my consciousness and put the passage of time on hold. With his tongue twiddling in my mouth and his finger fiddling in my vagina, waves of passion grew unceasingly until a violent orgasm rocked me thoroughly. I had serious doubts that we would be able to keep Woody's word. After all, we hadn't been there a full five minutes and we had already done the hanky; the panky was bound to happen too. Our interlude had nothing to do with the sleeping arrangements. However, it did demonstrate how quickly our passion could boil over. Woody released his naked plaything so I could finish changing. I rose slowly on rubbery legs to put on my bathing suit, a new bright-red two-piece I bought just days earlier. Woody had a new bathing suit, too. He had chosen yellow this time, but it was just as tight and just as erection revealing as his previous white one; one I had observed when he wore it at a pool party. I nodded at his sideways love-log and asked, "Are you gonna walk around like that?" "It depends ... if I see any more naked women or not," was his judgment. I considered it a chicken-or-egg debate. Would I get naked again if I saw his aroused cock? I wondered how I would manage to keep my hands off him, and then thought about his sleeping habits. "What are you gonna wear in bed?" The pajama pants I had brought were safely modest and ideal for the arrangements. "I've been wearing gym shorts but you know I'd rather sleep naked." "Woody! You can't do that!" I protested. "Well, I go to sleep wearing them but they've been known to slip off in the middle of the night," he warned. Was he serious or joking? Either way, I was getting aroused again. Would I be able to honor his word with his cock so close at hand? I thought of lying next to him in the dark, my pajama-pants pushed below my knees, his finger probing me, my hand curled around his wood. Three nights of temptation... Would I get any sleep? Would I be his lover, finally? We gathered up our towels and beach gear and walked out. Strolling along the gravel and sand of the roadside, each with an arm around the other's waist, a long exciting summer weekend at the lake stretched before us. We turned down a paved driveway next to a large restaurant/bar with jukebox music floating out its windows. The driveway sloped down to a launch ramp between several docks on the left and a sandy beach on the right. A dozen or so kids and adults frolicked in the water and half again as many people sunned themselves on blankets in the sand. At first, I didn't recognize the two women we approached from behind. I hadn't seen Carol since Easter; she had dyed her hair and was now seven months pregnant. Carol was talking to her mother and when she turned her head, she saw us and said something. Woody's mom turned just as we came up to them. "Hi, Sandy," they said in unison. "Hi Carol. Hi Mom," I said as I hugged his mother, not realizing how I had addressed her. If she or Woody noticed, they did not react. Carol, of course, was not going to let it slide. "Mom, huh? Did you guys get married on the way here?" Quick-witted Woody quipped, "Damn, the cat's out of the bag." Gullible to the nth degree, his mother cried, "You did?" She looked hurt, not because she didn't want me for a daughter, but because it would have meant she missed the joyous ceremony. "Y'all stop teasin' her," I admonished them and hugged her again. "I love you like a mom. I feel too formal calling you Mrs. Sherdak and too young to call you Arlene." "Call me Mom all you want, honey. I like it." Carol and Mom were the only ones on the beach. 'Dad', Eric, and Jerome were out water skiing. Mom didn't like riding in the boat except for slow cruises; Carol was restricted from the potentially bouncy ski runs because of her condition. They were to tell me later she could slalom ski but nothing fancy. Paw Paw Lake is dragon-shaped and only 1½ miles across at its widest. From where we were on the western shore, we could see most of the lake, so Woody spotted Eric's boat and pointed them out to me. Towing a skier, it was crossing right to left far off shore and soon made a wide turn to come by close to the beach. Eric skied outside the boat wake and let go of the towrope to coast in among the docks while the boat made a quick turnaround. Dad was driving the wooden boat, powered by an outboard motor, while Jerome pulled in the towrope. Eric saw us and called out, "Hi, Sandy. Are you ready to learn to water ski?" I was so excited that I practically giggled my answer. "I guess I'm ready." Woody recommended that Jerome ski next since he skied on two skis as I would. It would make it easier to explain things while I watched Jerome. With us there, Dad no longer needed to drive so he climbed out. I climbed in and observed as Woody and Eric readied the boat. Soon, we were idling out to stretch out the towrope. Jerome's head and ski tips were all that were visible when his hand gave a little wave. "Hit it," Woody said and Eric pushed the throttle forward. The bow rose high and slowly dropped down as we reached planing speed. Jerome rose out of a splash of water in a slight crouch and we pulled him out to open water. Woody described his brother's skiing mechanics and the art of standing on planks of wood sliding across the water. Jerome skied outside the boat wake from one side to the other as we looped around part of the lake. Suddenly, Jerome hit a big wave and fell. "He's down," Woody yelled so Eric throttled back and turned around. Idling in a half-circle around Jerome, Eric asked what happened. "I figured I needed to show Sandy that falling is no big deal," he cracked. Then he added, "Unless the water rips your suit off ... have you seen it? Ah-ha! Made you look, Sandy." Well, I stood up to help look for his suit, not to peek at him without one, but I didn't mind being the brunt of his little joke. The half-circle route brought the rope back to Jerome and soon he was skiing again. After finishing a loop around the western end of the lake, he skied into shore. For my turn, Jerome stayed in the water to help adjust the ski boots and the flotation belt and to give me reminders. In the starting position, I signaled 'ready' but my ski tips dipped underwater and the rope pulled me face-first through a wave of water, dragging me fifteen feet before the rope handle slipped out of my hands. When they came back for me, they reminded me to sit back, pushing against the skis to keep them in front of me. Jerome had to swim out for the rope because the boat couldn't circle around me in the shallow water. Another attempt got me partially out of the water until I tipped to one side and fell again. The third time was the charm; I found myself teetering but staying up. Sliding across the water's surface was exhilarating with the wind and water spray hitting me. Woody was yelling encouragement to relax and reminders to absorb bounces with bent knees but I stood stiffly and clutched the rope handle with a death grip. I did about three-quarters of a loop before my hands got too tired to hold on. Instructed to end in the middle of the lake, I simply let go of the towrope and sank to a stop. When the boat came back to me, I excitedly waved my hands over my head and cheered, "Woo-hoo! I did it!" Woody dove in and surfaced right next to me, hugged me tight, and planted a big kiss. "You were awesome! Wasn't it fun?" he asked. Indeed, it was. Pumped with excitement after the cool water washed away my body's tension, I chattered about everything I could remember about it. Woody helped me get my skis off and put them into the boat before I climbed in to grab a towel. Woody stayed in the water to put on the flotation belt and slalom ski. Eric had me sit in the middle of the front seat facing backwards so I could be the spotter. In no time, Woody waved his hand and I said, "Hit it." Woody disappeared behind a mound of water for nearly three or four seconds as the boat struggled to gain speed with his greater size and weight and smaller ski surface area. Slowly leveling, the boat accelerated faster. With one foot behind the other on the ski and his broad shoulders, he looked like a narrow triangle pointing down. Eric turned the boat and we headed back toward the south shore. Eric explained that we would stay close to the southwest corner where the smoother water was because of the wind direction. Woody disconnected the tow handle into two separate handles before turning outside the wake. He was leaning so far back against the pull of the rope, I thought he'd fall. He was flying and kept going further and further out, about three times as far as Jerome did. Suddenly, his ski flashed sunlight as he changed directions. With a sharp turn, he threw up a huge wall of water and was immediately slashing back toward the boat wake. Hitting the wake-edge, he flew through the air nearly across the entire wake. I heard the ski slap back down in the water. Far, far out to the other side he raced, spreading his arms with the handles to absorb the rope slack as he straightened and slowed. Then a sharp turn and another wall of water before he was screaming back across the wake. An incredible sight to witness, my jaw hung open in awe. Back and forth he went. I could feel the boat yaw and slow as he dug in on the sharp turns. Eric spoke loudly over the motor's whine, "Boy, he's showin' off for you!" I shook my head in disbelief. "I've never seen anything like that!" "Yeah, he's pretty good, but he's really pushing it today, 'cause you're watching, I think." Woody skied endlessly. We did sharp U-turns and traveled back and forth along the two shores about six times until Woody started pointing. I told Eric he was pointing at something and he looked back at Woody. Summer Fun at the Lake "He's saying 'in' to go into the beach. Watch how he does it. You have to know what you're doing and be able to turn sharply because of the docks." We passed by the beach first and then turned around so we could approach from the north. When we started to turn out to avoid a long pier beyond the beach, Woody cut across the wake, shot way out, and released the rope. I saw him turn in between the piers and coast into knee-deep water. I helped pull in the towrope as we beached the boat. Woody came to help me step out, but I leapt into his arms instead. Forgetting I had skied for the first time ever, I wanted to praise his performance, but Woody and Eric made a big fuss about me and the rest joined in the congratulations. In a mood of celebration, I hugged Eric to thank him, prompting a scowl from Carol. Leaving the boat out of the way, all seven of us went for a swim. The sandy bottom of the swimming area made for pleasant conditions compared to the muddy ponds or rocky rivers I knew in my youth. Jumping and diving off a pier added to the splashing fun. Most of my previous swimming experiences were with other kids and seldom included a parent or two. With this being my first all adult activity, it seemed entirely different although it was the same in many respects. A key adult element was the hugging and discreet groping shared with Woody. I admit that several times my hand slipped into his swimsuit and squeezed his member. Before I knew it, we were collecting our things to head to the cottage for lunch. We left the boat right there on the beach, taking only the key with us. Lunch was a cooperative effort with everybody doing something to make the hot dogs and burgers. I can't explain it, but somehow grilled food tastes different when eaten outside in the sunshine and wearing wet bathing suits. After eating, everyone else decided to relax for an hour. Woody grabbed the boat key and pulled me out the door. He told me we would take a cruise and refill the gas tanks for more skiing later. We cruised around the entire lake. Warmed by the sun and riding alone with my beau made me dream of summer pleasures in our future. Woody showed me cottages they had rented, areas he had fished, and places they found conditions good for skiing. He let me drive some before we stopped at the marina to get fuel. Gone about forty-five minutes, we returned to the beach just as Eric walked up. Jerome wasn't interested in skiing again that afternoon and the others wouldn't be going out in the boat anyway so just the three of us prepared to go. Eric took his turn first and watching him was just like watching Woody who went second to simplify changing equipment. Both of them skied for a short time because the mid-day winds made the water quite choppy even close to shore. I went again and took another three times to get up, but once up, I began to get comfortable on the skis instead of just hanging on. The afternoon's activities included more swimming and some bobber fishing with Woody and Jerome off the docks. The active bluegills provided a sporting diversion. I demonstrated my ability to bait my own hook and release my catch. Supper was a full meal Mom liked to make despite being on vacation. While we digested our meal, the whole family joined in playing a crazy game of croquet around all the obstacles they could find. Afterward, Eric, Woody, and I went down to check the water conditions. Sunset usually brings calm winds and thus a glass-like water surface. We saw only two swimmers and no boats disturbed the lake. Finding the optimum conditions, we headed out and each took another turn skiing. With darkness closing in, we beached the boat and covered it for the night. * * * * * Changing from my bathing suit right into pajamas, I suddenly realized how tired I was from all the water activities. While everyone else sat down to play cards, I stretched out on the hide-a-bed. When I opened my eyes again, it was morning and I was the last to arise. So much for sleeping with Woody, I had been in bed with him for most of ten hours without even knowing it. I joined Mom and Carol for coffee, toast, and cereal while the guys fished or went off on errands. Carol was itching to tell me something because she kept steering the conversation to my relationship with Woody, asking how serious I felt we were. She even asked if we were talking about marriage. I certainly had thought about it, but we hadn't discussed it other than to say it was absurd to talk about marriage while in high school. Measuring my words with Carol carefully because I didn't trust her motives, I said, "No. I'm still in high school so there's no rush." She wasn't just being curious and she wouldn't let go. I sensed Mom was as uncomfortable as I was with her digging. Carol asked, "Would you say you're in love?" Again, I wasn't going to give her anything she could tear apart. "We're teenagers so we still have things to learn, but yes, we think we're in love." "Are you guys going steady?" she asked. I found her question strange; she had to know we weren't because just last month she had met Mary, the girl who tried to have sex with Woody. The proverbial light bulb went on in my head. She didn't know if I knew about her. Maybe she even suspected that dating others was only Woody's explanation to cover for being with another girl. I felt smug that I was a step ahead of her, but I still didn't know whether she wanted to warn me about Mary or give me reason to doubt Woody's feelings. "No. We're both dating others. It's Jack's idea. He felt he was too isolated dating only one girl in high school and didn't want me to suffer the same way. If we're meant to be, it doesn't matter who else we see." "Does he tell you about the girls he dates?" She didn't want to be the one who broke the news. "Uh-huh. We have no secrets," I admitted, then decided to open the door for her. "I know he met a very pretty girl on the train last month, the one you met." I could see Carol was visibly relieved. She felt compelled to warn me about Mary. "Pretty is not the word, a real knockout. She was the cutest little thing. An' she was ... uh..." "Dressed sexy as hell?" I finished for her. "I know all about her, more than you do. Mary was blonde, about a hundred pounds and wore a dress so short you could tell what color panties she had on." I glanced at Mom and saw worry in her eyes. Carol replied, "I'm impressed. I don't understand how you guys feel about dating but Mary seemed so wild. She's a troublemaker." She had the best intentions for Woody and me. How she said things sounded wrong sometimes but she was clearly on my side. I assured her, "You're not the first person to wanna warn me about Mary. My girlfriend Jane met her too and pretty much said the same thing. There's nothing to worry about 'cause Jack is already done with her. He said she's not a nice girl." "Not nice?" Carol asked. Without thinking, I answered with a frankness that stunned them both. "She offered to have sex with him on their first date. The next day, she tried to force herself on him. It made him angry and he wants nothing to do with her." When I saw the look on Mom's face, I wanted to say something that would make her proud of her son. "Jack is a nice guy and he wants a nice girl." I smiled at Mom and her eyes sparkled. "He wants me," I finished. * * * * * Strong south winds brought heat but also rough water. We skied only after breakfast and after supper. Taking frequent dips kept us cool as we enjoyed the day. Lunch was sandwiches at the restaurant followed by a nap that helped my energy level. After dark, we all went to a miniature golf place that had a driving range and baseball pitching machines as well. Woody didn't drive many golf balls well but he hit a few so far I couldn't see them land. Both Eric and Woody tried the batting cages. It amazed me how hard they could hit the baseballs; they hit every ball hard. The miniature golf game was a riot. His entire family and I enjoyed the competition and camaraderie of navigating the obstacles. Returning to the cottage, everyone headed right to bed. The others had bedrooms in which to undress; Woody and I had to take turns in the bathroom. I changed first, going into the bathroom with everybody in the central room and coming out with just Mom up, still in the kitchen. His mom went to bed before Woody came out wearing only white gym shorts. Before he turned out the light, I watched his package jiggle across the room and saw the yellow lamplight paint his tan chest golden. When I realized that the scantily clad, sexy hunk of a guy I was observing was going to climb into my bed, I felt my body become aroused. The light snapped off and darkness exploded in my face. I felt the bed shift as he climbed in next to me. Prone on my back and him on his side next to me, his leg came down with its calf weighing on my sex. A hand slid under my pajama-top and warmly cupped my breast. His mouth found mine in the blackness and he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. He smelled of coconuts and tasted of mint. Woody's leg lifted off me and his hand moved inside my pajama pants. Led by his fingers, his palm slid over my pubic hair and his finger entered my labial cleft to explore my hooded joy-buzzer. His tongue and finger matched pace in side-to-side wiggles. In another thirty seconds, I was going to orgasm but he stopped. His shadowy silhouette moved back and spoke to me. "Goodnight, my love." Woody was keeping his word. "Goodnight, Darlin'," I murmured. Rolling onto his back with me snuggled against his side, my head rested on his chest. I felt it rising and falling, his measured breath rustling the hair on the top of my head. Hugging him like a giant living pillow, I fell sound asleep to the thu-thump, thu-thump of his heart, secure in my guy's arms. * * * * * I awoke to daylight filling the room and an empty bed, the last to wake up again. Several figures sat at the table. Cooking noises came from some energetic person in the kitchen. By process of elimination, I had worked out that it was Woody just as he brought two plates out of the kitchen, set them on the table, and then came over to sit on the bed next to me. Running his fingers through my hair, he asked, "Would my princess like breakfast in bed or at the royal table?" "In bed," I replied quickly, wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him down for a kiss. I didn't care who was watching. We both giggled with silliness. Carol spoke from the chair closest to us. "Geez, guys! Get a room!" 'That sure would be nice,' I thought to myself. 'Can we borrow yours for an hour?' Mom was the voice of no-nonsense. "C'mon. Your eggs are getting cold." We got up and Woody held out my chair for me. Evidently, Woody could cook, too. Laid out before me were two perfectly cooked over-easy fried eggs, two strips of bacon, a slice of buttered toast, and a glass of orange juice. Carol did the honors and poured coffee for us. Saturday was a completely different story at the beach compared to the previous two days. Weekenders and locals had come out early. A flotilla of boats dotted the lake and a stiff wind roiled the water; we didn't go out to ski. Instead, we all piled into the boat and went for a morning-long cruise. We navigated narrow canals among large vacation homes and later followed a river to a cement dam with a gentle spillway that we enjoyed as a water slide. After lunch, I had fresh fruit from a roadside stand, the most succulent peaches and cherries I ever ate. The whole family dressed nice and went to the only restaurant in town for an early supper. Just before sunset, we made our one ski run of the day. Jerome made it a foursome and I ventured outside the wake for the first time. At the cottage, I fell asleep before the others again. * * * * * Waking up to a gray pre-dawn world, not a sound but Woody's light breathing behind me reached my ears. I rolled over to hug my love-pillow. My cheek rested on his pectoral, tickled by little chest hairs. My hand explored his bare stomach down to the bed sheet drawn up to his waist. A disobedient notion led me to believe I had a perfect opportunity and gave me the pluck to test his resolve. I tilted my head up to watch his face for a reaction when I slid my hand under the sheet. Sliding through soft hairs, I was startled to encounter his hard cock sticking halfway out the waistband of his shorts. Did the corners of his mouth turn up in a little smile or were the disappearing shadows playing tricks on my eyesight? Watching his face closely, I rolled his penis like a big cigar ... nothing. He may have been faking sleep but I turned my head and my attention to the joy-toy that was definitely awake. My head rested below the arch of his rib cage and faced down to his groin; my hand peeled the bed sheet out of the way to expose Popeye squinting back at me, inches away. I pushed his shorts down to lever his love-monument vertical and admired it silhouetted against the pale light outside the window. Letting go, his cock fell back to his stomach with a light smack. While staring down the barrel of his passion, I lightly stroked his column with my fingertips. It was so hard! I could feel veins bulging out on the smooth skinned shaft. His breathing was still shallow and rhythmic, his hips relaxed and motionless. No sign of an orgasmic eruption warned me before semen splashed against my mouth. Involuntary reflexes tilted my head to take the second blast under my chin before I could cap the gushing organ with my palm. A tiny bit of his love juice leaked past my lips to activate my salt taste buds, my nose filled with his manly sex scent. I sat up and pulled the bed sheet up over the scene of the crime. His face was so serene. How could he lie there looking so smug after what he did to me? I would deal with him later! I grabbed my clothes and ducked into the bathroom. Standing before the mirror, I beheld an incongruous sight. A milky drool ran from the corner of my mouth to my chin. Gravity had pulled a pearly pendant from my neck down to my cleavage. Annoyance was melting into wonder. Could I take his cum-shot inside my mouth? I heard that some girls swallowed the stuff, could I? My tongue timidly sampled the drool; slimy, salty, manly, it wasn't wonderful but I imagined pleasing my lover would make me try it someday. A tap on the door and Mom's voice spurred me into action. I cleaned up and dressed. Walking out past Woody who was now on his side in a fetal position, his eyes opened to give me an innocent look. He wasn't fooling me. Mom was making coffee and I started the toaster. Woody remained curled up in the bed when Mom and I went outside to drink our coffee and enjoy the already warm morning. We sat in metal lawn chairs. The sun had just cleared the trees directly across the lake, making the water sparkle with a ribbon of orange light. Twenty minutes later, Woody sauntered out wearing his swimsuit, munching on a donut with coffee cup in hand. I peeked at his stomach as he pulled a chair up next to mine, no sign of the early morning gusher. "Good morning, Babe," he greeted me cheerfully and kissed my forehead before sitting down. "Good mornin', Woody," I retorted and patted his thigh. Maybe sensing something in our banter, Mom rose and announced she needed to get dressed, leaving us alone. When I heard the screen door bang behind us, I asked, "What do you have to say for yourself?" "About what?" he asked and took a bite of his donut. "What do ya mean, about what? This morning!" He gave me a puzzled look in silence. "Don't tell me you don't know," I added. "I'm sorry. I don't," he begged after swallowing. Experience told me he was being truthful. "You came in my face!" I disclosed. He had just started to tilt his coffee cup to his mouth but stopped dead, a look of genuine surprise and horror covered his face until his mind analyzed the facts, and then amusement twinkled in his eyes. "Oh my God!" he swore and then burst into laughter, spilling the remainder of his coffee. My look of dismay changed his attitude immediately and he begged for forgiveness. "Sandy, I'm so sorry! I had no idea. I woke up and thought I had a wet dream but I wondered why my jizz was on my stomach and not in my shorts. Please tell me what happened." I related what I did and his chocolate eyes peered at me filled with lust. "Did you put your mouth on me?" "No!" "Good. I want to be awake when you do." "You want me to put your dick in my mouth?" "Oh, yeah!" He was honest as always, with no shyness. "Well, whip it out, mister!" I dared. He actually looked over his shoulder at the cottage door before suggesting, "Don't tempt me. Listen, sweetheart. Maybe oral sex is something we should hold off on until we're lovers. I don't know if we can handle the excitement." I reached over and put my hand on his cock bulge. "I can handle you just fine," I promised and rubbed his crotch vigorously until he dropped his donut. "Babe! You're giving me a boner!" he declared. Indeed, I felt him chubbing up. We mashed lips and I mashed his cock some more. When I stood up, his donut was ant-food, his cup empty, and his erection stretched his suit, forcing him to remain seated. I made sure he was looking at me when I ran my tongue tip seductively and slowly over my upper lip from end to end. "You taste good, Woody," I said in a sultry voice and walked away, leaving him swearing under his breath. * * * * * We made a quick ski run before returning to pack and vacate the cottage. Although packed for returning home, we didn't leave the lake for several more hours. Lunch was at the restaurant and we swam at the beach until four. Woody and Jerome drove the boat to the marina and Eric met them with his car and boat trailer. Riding home cuddled with Woody, I reflected on the wonderful weekend we experienced and the kind of life I could have with him. An erotic mood led my thoughts down new paths. I imagined feeling his cock glide between my lips and slide across my tongue. 'Next time, Woody, I will taste you for real.' He couldn't see the smile sneak across my face.