6 comments/ 85367 views/ 3 favorites Summer Break Ch. 01 By: AndiBeachGirl At the moment I was so horny that I would have let anyone fuck me. But I was naked on my bed while I watched my stepfather undressing. He moved slowly, carefully toward me with each piece of clothing that dropped to the floor. When he removed his boxers and his erect penis appeared, a drop of clear pre-cum oozing from the wide slit on the head. I licked my lips in anticipation. He stood at the side of the bed now, stroking himself, waiting for me to make the next move. I slid down on the bed and moved my head closer until my face was within inches of his cock. Slipping my tongue forward and licking the pearl of cum off the head, I watched it twitch with approval then rolled my tongue all around the head, making it wet. His hand reached down and pulled my long brown hair away from my face just as I closed my lips around the hot flesh of his erection and slowly slid them as far as I could. I heard a deep moan come from inside him while I began sucking him off, my wet lips slipping back and forth on his hot cock. It felt so good to have a hot, hard cock in my mouth. I could feel my body wanting it, waiting for the climax of his orgasm. His body tensed more and I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth. His hand grabbed my head and held it firmly. With one last roll of my tongue over the head my mouth was instantly flooded with a hot, thick shot of cum. Instinctively I pulled my lips back and held them open, catching the rest of his load on my tongue; each consecutive spurt making me hotter than before. Just as the final shot touched my tongue I closed my lips around the head and sucked it tightly, forcing a mouthful of his semen down my throat. I pulled my lips back and licked the length of his cock, washing the remaining drops onto my tongue before I swallowed the sexy taste. "Oh my god, baby." He was the first to speak. In fact it was the first either of us had spoken since he found me masturbating with my vibrator just minutes before. I didn't realize he was coming home early so I thought I would have the house to myself, a rare occasion. Since coming home from college on summer break my brother and his friends were almost always there playing video games. But today I knew he was going to be at the local swimming hole, leaving me alone to relax and enjoy myself. I licked my lips and slid back toward the middle of the bed. My vibrator was still lying there, just where I had left it. At first I was afraid of what he would think, but the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. "Mmmm, that was wonderful," I purred. "I was just about to cum when you walked in, so I hope you don't leave without finishing this." I spread my legs open and pressed a finger into my pussy, accentuating my point. He crawled onto the bed beside me, cupping a breast in his hand and rolling my tight nipple with his fingers. "Ooooo, yes. My pussy needs to be fucked. I want to feel you inside me." His hot lips on mine met my whispers. We kissed long and deep, our tongues entwining. He moved his body between my legs, lowering his head to my chest and taking one of my hot little nipples between his lips. I held his face there while he sucked and nipped at the pink flesh. My pussy responded to the erotic feelings he generated and got hotter and wet with juices. His pelvis ground against mine while he sucked at my boobs and I sensed his cock growing hard again. His lips let my breast drop against my chest and he pushed his body lower, his chest rubbing my swollen pussy, then I felt his warm breath on my clit. "Please lick my pussy," I panted; wanting to reach the orgasm I had been denied earlier. I felt the point of his tongue lick my slit from top to bottom. Lifting my thighs up over his shoulders, my pussy was completely exposed to his mouth and tongue. Using two fingers he parted the fleshy labia and licked gently, lapping up the creamy juices I was oozing. I reached down and pressed his head harder against my mound. "Don't stop.... please," I pleaded as his tongue pushed deep into my pussy, curling inside me and bringing up another gush of juices. My orgasm started in my breasts, tingling just inside my hard nipples; then it seemed to just explode through the rest of my body. I yelled out at the sudden electric rush. My legs tightened around his head as my hips lifted and my head was thrown back in ecstasy. "Oh god.... Yes... Please... Don't stop...Ahhh," I screamed as wave after wave seized my body. My hips bucked upwards, wanting to keep contact with his mouth as he licked the warm flow of juices seeping from inside me. My pussy seemed to melt with each touch of his hot tongue, spreading the mushy lips and pushing between them. His lips surrounded my clit and sucked. This caused another gush from my heated pussy and I moaned my approval. He continued sucking and licking until I thought I would pass out from the intensity. Finally slowing his pace he kissed the dampness on the insides of my thighs. He slid up my body and I took his face in my hands, kissing him and tasting my juices on his lips and tongue. I wrapped my legs around his body and held him tight, sensing his hardening cock against my still wet pussy. "I hope you didn't mind that, but I had to taste your hot little pussy," he whispered in my ear. "Mind?" I asked, "Are you kidding? I love getting it licked. But I still want you inside me. And from the feel of things," I ground my mound against him, "you seem more than ready and able." "Oh, so you still want some more of my cock?" He reached down with his hands and pushed my legs up, then he rose up on his knees; his fully erect cock pointed directly at my still damp slit. Taking it in his hand he rubbed the head up and down the length of my pussy. I moaned at the feeling of the large round bulb of flesh slipping just inside my wet hole. "God, yes...I want your cock," I moaned. I reached down and spread the lips of my pussy open and watched him guide the head toward it. I inhaled deeply and bit my lip when the head pushed it's way past the opening. I could feel it slowly inching in; at first just the large swollen head, but then the thick shaft of hot meat. My juices made a warm, wet path for his cock and he pressed it further in until his heavy sac rested against my ass. I exhaled now with the full length of his cock buried inside my tight pussy. It felt larger than any other cock I ever had; longer and thicker. "Is everything alright?" he whispered as he looked into my eyes. I could only shake my head in approval and push my hips up against him, letting him know I was ready for more. He lifted his hips upward and I felt the slick shaft withdrawing from my warm opening until just the large head was left wedged between the thick labia. I focused my eyes down at his pelvis and watched as he lowered himself down again. This time he pulled back as soon as he touched the deepest part of my pussy; starting a slow fucking motion. The sight of his cock sliding up and down; in and out of my hungry hole mesmerized me. I thought I could actually feel the flow of blood through the veins of his cock. I looked up at his face and I thought he was in a trance of some sort. His hips were driving up and down, faster now. My pussy was grabbing at the large shaft inside it, trying to milk the rush of sperm from his full balls. The sound and aroma of our fucking filled my head and I wanted nothing more than to make this last. But at the pace he was moving I knew he was approaching another huge orgasm. "Cum inside me," I managed to groan between panting breathes, "I want to feel it." His hips drove his cock deeper into me at a frantic pace now. I could feel it swelling inside me, growing harder. He paused just for a split second, and then shoved the entire length inside my pussy as the flow of hot cum shot up from his balls and filled the depth of my womb. "Ahhh," I screamed, "yes, yes." His hips were frenzied as spurt after spurt shot from his cock and coated my insides. My pussy squeezed his hard shaft, wanting to pull every drop of his thick, rich semen into me. My own creamy juices were flowing, mixing with his cum until I felt the overflow seeping from my slit and down the crack of my ass. His body slowed but the flow of cum still spit from his cock with every twitch, every jerk of its muscle. I arched my hips upward, keeping him inside me as long as possible until, with a long sigh, he withdrew and collapsed breathlessly at my side. My pussy felt open and sated, a steady flow of cum seeping from inside me. I reached down and touched a finger to the sticky mixture and brought it to my lips. Sucking it deep into my mouth I swallowed and rolled to face him. "I don't know what we have gotten ourselves into, but there's no way I'm going the rest of the summer without some more." "Sweetheart," he turned to face me, "you just say when and where. And believe me, there's a lot more we can experience together. A lot more." Summer Break Ch. 02 She’s five minutes earlier than yesterday and yesterday she was five minutes earlier than the day before. She knows perfectly well that Danny doesn’t get home from his job at the pool until at least a quarter after five, but she keeps stopping by earlier and earlier. I wonder if she likes these awkward little moments she spends with me, waiting. Waiting for Danny’s decrepit old car to swing into the driveway so that they can disappear together behind his bedroom door to do God-knows-what. I know what they’re doing and God do I wish I were doing it too. In any case, I enjoy the time I spend alone with Sara. I can barely remember the last time I spent so much time alone with a teenage girl. It was back when Celeste would put out – in the backseat of my father’s car, on her parent’s sofa, anywhere we could. Now it’s a chore to get her to even brush past me as we walk through the house, let alone fuck me. Sara fidgets in her seat at the opposite end of the sofa, crossing and uncrossing her smooth, tanned legs. Out of the corner of my eye I watch her thighs rub against each other as she adjusts herself. She’s got on a pair of denim cutoffs that would’ve gotten any girl expelled in a second in my day and a tight little tank top with delicate straps that tie at the shoulders and a neckline that dips just low enough in the front to reveal the slightest hint of cleavage. “Do you mind if I change this?” Sara asks, referring to the 5 o’clock news and breaking the silence, not to mention my contemplation on what her nipples must look like beneath the thin cotton of her tank top. She looks at me, completely innocent. “Sure,” I say, as if I give a shit what’s on television right now. She moves over on the couch towards me and reaches across the table to grab the remote. I should get it for her since I’m much closer, but as she leans over, I notice that I can almost see the full curve of her breast. She’s definitely not wearing a bra and I have to fight, with every ounce of self-control I have, the urge to just reach my hand in there and squeeze her firm, young breasts between my fingers. She flips through a few channels until she lands on some nature show about animals in the Serengeti. I notice that there’s less than a foot of sofa between us and I pray that the show doesn’t start showing any animals mounting each other because I’m already starting to get hard and my balls are throbbing. She crosses her left leg over her right so that her magenta-painted toes are bouncing just inches from my khaki-covered leg. I try to subtly move my arm over my lap to conceal my ever-growing erection and I can tell she catches me out of the corner of her eye. I swear I see the faintest smile come across her lips. Those glossy, sticky-sweet lips. I can almost feel them wrapped around my cock. Celeste asked me last week if I’m not bored just sitting home all day this summer. Now that I’ve started teaching English nearby at Everton, I have summers off, this being my first, and my wife doesn’t quite understand what one does with so much free time. I’m not sure I do either, but I’ve managed to fill the hours with writing, or I should say attempts at writing, running errands that she scratches out for me on little scraps of paper, and jerking off to fantasies about fucking my son’s girlfriend. All in all it hasn’t been a bad few weeks. And now that Sara’s been stopping by earlier and earlier, I have even more fodder for my daydreams. Sara’s leg has stopped bouncing and she uncrosses her legs, parting them so that her bare thigh is now brushing against my pant leg. This can’t be accidental, can it? She starts rubbing her thigh and looks over at me to see if I’m watching. I know that if I look back at her, she’ll know exactly what I’m thinking, but I can’t help it and I lock eyes with her. She smiles devilishly, knowing that she’s made a middle-aged man squirm in his pants. Her hand moves from her own thigh to mine, seeking out the raging hard-on I’ve rather unsuccessfully tried to contain. I can feel the pads of her fingertips against my balls through my pants as her thumb and forefinger massage my cock. Suddenly, I am not thinking of the possibility of Danny walking through the front door at any minute. Or Celeste coming home from work early. I am concerned only with the rock hard cock in my lap and the sweet, little 18-year-old who, to my great delight, seems so eager to make its acquaintance. While Sara’s rubbing my cock, she grabs my right hand and, without any need of coaxing, places it on her inner thigh, her legs spread wide apart now. I move my hand up to her crotch and I begin rubbing my middle finger along the thick seem of her denim cut-offs, pressing it against the dampening bud underneath, while my other fingers manage to creep beyond the soft denim fringe to the silky flesh beneath. I cannot hold back anymore and I turn my body completely towards her. I press my left hand against her cheek and I begin to devour her neck, brushing her wavy brown hair out of my way. I then press my left hand against her breast and begin to knead it between my fingers through the fabric. I can feel her nipples harden and I have to feel them between my fingertips. I pull the end of the bow holding together the strap of her tank top and it unties, revealing the most beautiful, nickel-sized pink nipple perfectly centered on the most beautiful, firm, small round breast. I leaned down to take it into my mouth and squeezed it as my tongue swirled around the little nub. Suddenly, she puts her hands on my chest and begins pushing me away. My mind’s in a panic thinking I must’ve done something wrong, taken things too far, or worse, misinterpreted her actions and just molested this beautiful young woman. But when I’m far enough away to see her face, I can see she’s not at all reluctant. She stares at me like a tiger about to pounce on its prey and shimmies out of her tiny cutoffs and cotton-candy-pink panties. And she does attack, pushing my back against the sofa and straddling my lap. She furiously struggles to unleash my cock, contending with my belt, zipper, boxers and finally releasing it into her eager hands. She licks her palm as her eyes watch me and then goes to work, stroking it firmly, up and down. She kneels, hovering her neatly-shaved pussy over my aching cock. She grips it and slides the tips over the moist, velvety lips of her pussy, pressing it against her clit and dipping the head ever so slightly into her warm, wet hole. “Do you like that, Mr. Miller?” she asks as she bends down to flick my left nipple with her tongue, never once breaking eye contact. I swear, her calling me Mr. Miller alone could have made me come right then and there. I untie the other strap and she releases my cock from her grip for a second so that I can maneuver the tank top off of her. She’s completely naked now. I want to absorb every inch of her lithe, young body. I want to see every crevice, every curve. I wrap my hands around her narrow waist and pull her down onto my cock. I tiny little moan escapes her lips as my hard cock slips into her. She writhes on it for a while and then begins to bounce up and down. Her petite breasts, no more than a few inches from my face, move in time with the rest of her body and I am hypnotized by them. Her hands are pressed hard against my chest as she rides me. I begin to feel restless. I can’t stand to be pinned down any longer. I need to be the one doing the fucking. I grab her waist firmly and twist her around onto the sofa so that she’s laying on her back, my cock in her the entire time. She wraps her legs around me and I begin pumping into her with all my strength. Her right arm reaches up to grab onto the couch and she digs her nails into the upholstery. She’s moaning louder and louder now. I pull out. “Turn over,” I tell her. She looks at me with her big green eyes, eager to please me. She rolls over quickly onto her stomach. I lean down and whisper into her ear, “Now get on your knees.” She gets up on all fours and I guide my dick into her dripping pussy. With each thrust, she lets out a yelp and she starts to bang back against my cock so that we’re working in unison. “Fuck me, Mr. Miller. Oh God, fuck me!” she screams and I happily obey, pounding her even harder. I can feel her body quiver and she screams, her fingers digging into the cushions so hard that her knuckles turn white. She slides off my cock and turns around towards me, pushing me back once again so that I’m sitting facing forward on the sofa. Kneeling next to me with her legs spread, she bends over and takes my cock, dripping with her slippery juices, into her mouth. Those lip-glossed lips that I had only dreamt about being wrapped around my cock now actually are. I can’t believe it. I slide 3 fingers in and out of her pussy as she begins bobbing her head up and down on my cock. Her left hand cups and massages my balls and her right hand slides along the length of my cock with each upstroke, her tongue expertly snaking around the shaft and flicking the head. We can both feel my balls tighten and I come deep inside her mouth. She swallows and looks up at me, biting her lower lip and smiling. Suddenly, there’s music playing. No, not music exactly - a cell phone ringing. I realize I’ve been staring at the television in a daze for the past 15 minutes. Sara is fully clothed, my hard-on is still in my pants, and a lion is tearing an antelope, or some such creature, to pieces on the television screen. Sara jumps from her seat and darts for her bag, which is sitting on the floor next to the couch. After some rummaging, she retrieves her phone and flips it open. “Hey!” she says smiling. “Where are you? I’ve been hanging out here with your dad for the past 20 minutes.” I feel a bit embarrassed by the way she emphasizes the word ‘dad.’ “Oh,” she says with disappointment. “Ok. Well, call me later, ok? Ok. Bye!” Sara drops the phone back into her bag, zips it up and throws it over her shoulder. “That was Danny. He met up with some friends after work and he told me to tell you that you and Mrs. Miller should go ahead and have dinner without him.” She smiles and gets up off the couch. “Thanks Mr. Miller for letting me hang out and watch TV with you. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says as she slips out the front door. The screen door slams closed and I get up to close the front door behind her. I drop back down on the couch and click the television off. The house is empty. It’s just me, alone. Danny won’t be home until 11 probably and Celeste won’t be home for at least another hour. I figure ‘what the hell,’ and start stroking my cock. Summer Break Ch. 02 After that initial fuck I kept out of the way for the rest of the afternoon. I didn't want to risk any awkward looks between the two of us. Needless to say, though, it was the only thing I was thinking about. I started a warm shower and the water was relaxing as it soaked my tingling skin. As I closed my eyes I could still see his body, fucking in and out of my wet pussy, bringing me to orgasm and unloading his hot cum inside me. I rubbed the scented lather of my shower gel over my breasts and teased my nipples into hard, tight points again. Next I washed my still swollen pussy; flooded with the thick mixture of his cream and my own juices. My body shuddered when I rubbed the slick gel between my thighs, satisfied with the reminder of the day's activities. I stood there letting the warm spray rinse the soap from my body, my head back and my eyes closed, and thought about the possibilities of pursuing a relationship with my step-father. John and my mother had only been married a little over two years and we all fell in love with him as soon as we met. He was forty-three years old and a successful businessman with three seperate real estate offices. A former college athlete, he still worked out regularly in his home gym and swam laps in the large outdoor pool. A lot of my girlfriends liked to come over to lay-out by the pool on weekends, just to try to see him in his trunks. I, of course, feigned interest, not wanting them to see my attraction. But it was there. I couldn't help but be attracted to him. His body was as good if not better than most of the guys that I was dating, and he had that aura of maturity that all girls admire in a man. A couple of times I thought I had caught him watching me in my bikini, and I sometimes wondered if he fantasized about me as I did about him. He had fucked me many times in my mind; my flexible dildo substituting for his cock. Once when I came home late, I noticed a soft light on in his and mom's room. I had just cracked open my door when I heard the distinct sounds of passionate moans and whispers. Frozen in my steps I stood and listened as John and my mother fucked each other. I tried imagining the positions they were in; what his cock looked like as it thrust inside her body. Their lovemaking grew louder and my nipples grew stiff. In my slightly drunken stupor I slid a hand inside the waist of my pants and touched a finger to my slit, rubbing myself as I listened to John and my mother orgasm. Slipping inside my room and closing the door, I hurriedly undressed and removed my favorite toy from its hiding place. The bedsheets were cool on my skin as I rolled the lavender colored dildo over my breasts and stomach. Then taking it in my mouth I sucked it as if it were a real cock, licking all over the hard plastic head to make it warm and wet enough for my pussy. Spreading my legs open I placed the tip at the entrance to my hole and moved it up and down between my slick labia. Slowly I pushed it inside, allowing my slushy, thick pussy to wrap around it. I bit my lower lip to keep from loudly moaning as the hard toy slipped deeper inside my body, my hand shaking from the wonderful feelings it gave me. Once it was completely buried I took a deep breath and turned the dial on the base. The gentle vibrations immediately brought a rush of juices to coat all eight inches of cock inside me. For several seconds I just held it there, the intensity making my whole body quiver. Relaxing a bit I started to slowly fuck myself. I would withdraw the dildo until just the tip was vibrating against my clutching lips then push it back inside. My rhythm quickened and the strokes I used grew shorter. Reaching down with my free hand I turned the dial once again and set the vibrations to "high". Now I pulled my knees up around my invisible lover, furiously fucking my soaking pussy. The first jolt of my orgasm hit and I had to turn my head into my pillows to stifle my screams. My back arched upward and my ass lifted to push the firm cock as deep as it would reach as my pussy sucked on it, a stream of creamy juices gushing onto my fingers. With every wave of my orgasm I fucked myself upward against my hand that held the vibrator inside me until it was over and I could finally breath at a normal rate, drops of sweat running off my breasts and my legs falling back to the bed. With my eyes half closed I could almost make out John's handsome face above me, and I pulled the sheets around us as I drifted off the sleep. "Everything all right in there?" I was abruptly brought out of my daydream by my mother's voice at the bathroom door. I shut the water off and wrapped a thick turkish towel around my body. In my room I slid on a black thong panty, black underwire bra, and then my favorite jeans and tank-top. "I'm going over to Tara's for a while...okay?" I barely waited for an answer as I skipped out the door to my car. I didn't know what plans the rest of the family had made, but I knew I didn't want to be a part of them. At least not yet. That night I stayed out later than normal. I went out with Tara, one of my best friends from highschool, and we ended up at a local club dancing until it closed at 2:00 AM. Tara and I always had fun whenever we went out; it was something of a contest between the two of us to see how many erections we could cause in the pants of all the guys around us. I think we ended up with something like thirty, but those were just the ones we could see. We harldly ever had to pay for a single drink and there was never a shortage of cocks wanting to dance up against us. Of course it wouldn't have mattered much, Tara and I could dance with each other and be completely at ease. Watching the guys as we ran our hands up and down each other's bodies was fun, but it made us horny. During a slow song she pulled me away from the bar and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and I rested my head against hers. We swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the music; Tara's hands dropped down around my waist and mine ran through her long, honey blond hair. My eyes were closed and the scent of her light perfume made my mind spin. She pulled her head back from mine and we looked into each other's eyes for only a couple of seconds before joining lips in a long, passionate kiss. Her tongue pressed between my lips and licked gently at my own. I responded; not so much because of any physical attraction, but because of the arousal she was creating inside me. My hands held her face tight as she pulled her body into mine. By the time we broke the kiss, my pussy was dripping with excitement. There were some shouts of approval and applause from the nearby tables, along with some looks of disgust from some of the other girls. I looked at Tara just as the song ended and could see her nipples standing erect inside her spaghetti-strapped top. Pulling her by the hand I drug her over to our table where we were immediately joined by a pair of well-groomed men. After a half hour of bull-shitting us and a round of drinks, we were ready for anything. As the lights came up in the club to signal closing time, we walked out into the damp night air with our new playmates. Tara immediately suggested going to her house since she had the place to herself. Once we had arrived at Tara's she put on some more slow music. The boys, of course, needed to find the bathroom right away. After a couple of minutes, they came back out and joined us. Steve, the taller of the two, was the better looking one we had decided; and Jeff had the better body. I thought we were just going to fuck them and send them on their way, but Tara had another idea. An idea that hadn't crossed my mind at all. "So you guys liked watching us dance?," Tara asked as they joined us on the sofa. Steve was sitting between Tara and myself, Jeff was on my other side. Steve answered, "Yeah, you two were smokin' hot." "And did you like watching when we kissed?," was Tara's next question. Jeff had a hand on my leg and the other around my shoulder. Steve was stroking Tara's leg when he answered her again, "You know it, baby. Why don't you let me show you?" He took Tara's hand and placed it on his crotch, moving his hips so she could feel his hard-on. Tara rubbed it back and forth a couple of times, then looking over at me asked, "Andi, I think these two are ready for just about anything. Are you?" I was starting to feel horny so I said, "Anytime you are, baby." At that point Tara stood up and held her hand out to me. I was slightly confused but trusted her as I took her cue and stood with her in front of the boys. "You two sit there for a minute while we go get ready," and Tara pulled me into her room. "Wanna have some fun with these guys?," she whispered in my ear. She pulled her top and bra off, then reached for me. I let her take mine off, too, and then she leaned in and kissed me again. Her hands felt warm and comfortable on my back as she pulled me closer; our lips on one anothers. Tara pulled away, placing her hands on my breasts and rubbing my nipples. "Let's just let 'em sit there and jack off while they watch us fuck. It'll be fun to see if they can take it. And if they last long enough, then we can give 'em a blowjob or something. Come on, Andi.... you know you want to." I really was hot and horny enough. And it woouldn't be the first time for Tara and me. I enjoyed sucking her pussy as much as I liked sucking dick, and having two hot guys watching would make it even better. "Okay," I agreed, but what if they don't go for it?" "If they don't wanna watch, then they can just leave," Tara answered as she led me back to our anxious guests. The guys both started pulling at their clothes when Tara and I walked back into the room topless. "Hold on guys.... not so fast," Tara scolded. "Here's the deal.... You get to watch Andi and me do what we want, but you can't touch. All you can do is sit back and jack off if you want. Deal?" "Hey...," Jeff spoke up, "what the fuck is up with you two, anyways? What are you? Lesbians? You want us to just watch and jack off? Shit, Steve... let's split. These dykes ain't gonna do nothin' for us." "Is that true?" Steve asked. "You have all the fun and we're 'sposed to just jack off and that's I could sense the disappointment in their voices. I tried to think of something that would keep them there. "Look," I added, "You didin't give Tara a chance to finish. If you're still in the mood once she and I finish, then we'll take care of you both. Huh? How's that sound now?" Tara was rubbing my back and ass while the guys stood there and thought about our proposal for a minute. Standing behind me, she cupped my breasts and lightly pinched my nipples, knowing it was driving me crazy. I moaned softly as I turned to her and took her left breast in my hand, lifting it to my lips and sucking the tight, rosy bud between my lips. "Hell, man," Steve told Jeff, "might be fun watching these two go at it. What'dya say?" Tara eased to her knees and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them and my thong past my ass and down to the floor. I stepped out of them, then watched her remove her own jeans and panties as I laid next to her on the carpet. I pulled her against my body as we kissed deeply. My hands roamed over her back and squeezed her tight, round ass cheeks; she slipped one of her own between us and palmed my hot mound before slipping a long, slender finger into my moist pussy. Neither of us heard the two voyuers sitting back on the sofa, not sure if they would allow themselves to masturbate in front of each other. Tara curled her finger inside me and started to fuck my pussy. I took her cue and pushed my own finger between her slick labia. Together we moaned into each other's mouth and our pussys getting wetter. I broke our kiss and moved my face down her neck and sucked first her left, then her right nipple into my mouth. I licked all around the hard, pink flesh, nipping at it with my lips and then sucking as much of the breast into my mouth as I could. Tara pushed her legs open and I climbed between her warm thighs. I could feel the wet heat from her pussy against my stomach as I continued my assault on her succulent breasts. "Oh god, Andi... lick me, please make love to me." With her nipples between my fingers, I slid down her body, pausing to kiss and lick around her flat stomach and my own nipples touching the parted slit of her pussy. Her scent filled my head and I used my free hand to seperate the fleshy petals and touch my tongue between them. "Dammit, will ya look at that shit." I heard Steve's voice from the sofa and looked up from between Tara's thighs just long enough to wink at him sitting wide-eyed on the edge. I turned my attention back to Tara's bald pussy and began to lick it, my tongue spreading her open and tasting the sweetness of her cream. Tara was the first girl I had ever had sex with and I still loved licking her. Her hands were on the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair. Breathlessly she told the boys, "You two get undressed and start playing with yourselves. I wanna see some dick." I guess that was the right way to get a response out of them, because pants started dropping. "Mmmm...," Tara moaned upon seeing their erections, "that's better." I was too busy at the time to notice. Her pussy was dripping with honey and I was trying to catch every drop. I pushed my middle finger inside her for a minute then replaced it with my thumb and slipped the wet finger into her tight ass. This immediately brought on her orgasm and she practically screamed as I started to fuck her with thumb and finger, my mouth sucking on her exposed clit. She was cumming so hard her legs tightened around my head and I thought I would pass out from lack of air. My tongue was buried inside the folds of her pussy when I heard one of the boys. "Ohhh, shit...., here it comes." A pair of knees dropped next on the floor next to us as Jeff shot his load all over Tara's chest and stomach. "Oh fuck, yes, yes... lick her good, baby... eat that hot pussy." Of course I wasn't about to stop and Tara wasn't complaining; she was benefitting from my oral skills and had a hard cock spewing hot cum on her body. I lifted my face and rested it on her pulsing mound, kissing her inner thighs. I watched Jeff offer his dripping cock to Tara's mouth and she sucked the plump head between her lips, sucking the last drops of his cum down her throat. I lifted myself up to my knees and licked some of the tangy trail of cum from Tara's stomach. Catching some sticky drops on my fingers I held them to her lips as she sucked them clean, then we shared a long cum-laden kiss. Jeff was leaning back against the sofa, his cock softening between his legs. "I love you baby," Tara whispered in my ear. But before I could answer, Steve stood with his huge erection pointed at the two of us. "Andi, turn around and lean against me with your legs open. Now Steve, get between her legs and cum... shoot it all over her pussy. I turned my back to Tara and leaned into her chest, then draped my legs over hers. Steve knelt between my knees, stroking himself faster and harder. Tara reached around me and used both hands to pull my pussy open. I was completely exposed and my cum was wetting the entrance when Steve leaned forward, holding the huge head of his cock within inches. "AHHHH," he groaned and a thick spurt of white hot sperm splashed onto the exposed lips. Another came immediately after, and a third, flooding my entrance with the sticky lava. It was like tiny electric shocks touching my open pussy as more and more of his load landed on me and on Tara's fingers. "Oh shit....yesssss," I moaned, watching Steve jerk himself. His cock flexed in his hand like a large muscle and the head glistened with the slimy coating of fluid it shot out. My own orgasm started as soon as the first stream touched my pussy and continued until there was nothing left of his load except the drops hanging onto the swollen head, which he lowered gently until it rested against my throbbing, cum-soaked labia. A couple of strokes more and he crawled up, letting me suck his thick cock. I sucked it hungrily between my lips and was surprised when another gush of cum lept onto my tongue. I turned my head away and kissed Tara, sharing the gooey flavor with her. We both collapsed on the floor with both boys leaning against the sofa. "You guys get dressed. Andi and I need to take a shower and then I'm going to bed, and you're going home," Tara told them as she stood. I got off the floor and headed toward her room as she escorted our spent, dejected guests out the door. Summer Break Ch. 02 I woke up in the morning with a large hard on. Still naked from the night before I went into the bathroom trying hard not to make any noise so I wouldn't wake Candice up. I shaved and showered and left the bathroom naked still sporting a hard on. Going in the bedroom I thought I should have maybe put on a robe, but my thoughts were on the night before. Candice was awake and she looked directly at my cock as I entered the room. I tried to pretend that it was any other morning, but my cock was totally engorged and I wanted to pull down the covers and start fucking my daughter again as we did last night. I sat on the bed and dressed slowly hoping she would jump me. I guess cooler heads prevailed and I made it out of the room dressed with my cock straining against my slacks. "Cya Candy... I love you" I said walking away. "Have a good day Daddy." Candice said quietly. Hot, horney, and worried my day at work went by in a blur. I am sure I screwed up everything I touched at work that day. Mondays were bad enough, but a Monday after fucking your teenage daughter was even worse. I was so horney thinking about how she felt as I entered her pussy. Candice was so beautiful and I also wondered if I was totally out of my mind. What the fuck was I going to do if she told someone...? I hurried home after work nervous to what I would find. I told myself I would end it, but I was so fucking horney if she let me I would fuck her all she wanted. I was worried that after thinking about it out of the heat of the moment she may have spoken with a friend or even worse her mother. Many scenario's ran through my head. "Hi Daddy!" Candice cheered as I walked in the door of the apartment. I was glad not to find her crying on the couch, but I still did not know if I was out of the woods. "Hi baby how was your day?" I said pretending like it was any other time returning home. "I made you dinner." Candy said as I turned into the kitchen. "Wow this is something new I didn't even know you could cook. What did you make Candy?" I said thinking this was a good turn of events and it eased my mind a bit. "Pork chops and frozen peas don't get too excited Daddy. I wanted to thank you for being so nice to me last night." Candice said. "Oh yeah Candice we should talk about that. I loved what we did last night, but we need to think about what happened. I think we went a bit too far." I said honestly "Daddy don't worry it is our secret and I will only tell if you don't fuck me some more." Candice said and she laugh so hard she nearly fell over. "Candice... Jesus this is serious you don't need to make a joke of it. On top of that I am still your Father little girl and I say when I am going to fuck you." I added sternly and then we both laughed so hard tears came rolling down. Candy came over and gave me a big hug leaning back she looked up at me looking for a kiss. I kissed her tenderly pressing my growing cock against her belly so she knew how I felt. We made it through dinner and decided to go get a movie. I quiet frankly didn't care what we got I was interested in what was going to happen that night as I wanted to fuck her little body again. We arrived home and Candy went into the bedroom. I hoped she was going to come out in her blue sheer panties again, but what she wore was almost as good. White panties with red piping around the outside made her ass look incredible. Her pussy lips were clearly parted by the material. On top she wore a muscle shirt that was cut off below her tits and it was easy to tell she wasn't wearing a bra. "Honey you look good enough to eat." I said to Candy without thinking. "Daddy we just got a movie don't you want to watch it?" Candy said smiling back at me as she bent over to slip in the DVD. "Candy honestly I don't care about the movie. If I had what I wanted you would come over here and take out my cock and start sucking on it." I said pushing my dick harder against my pants so she could see my erection. "Daddy if you want me to suck it just take it out." Candy said and she started over to the couch. Trying not to get to excited hearing exactly what I wanted to hear from her I took out my cock and as she slid over onto the couch. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her down to my cock. Her mouth opened and surrounded my erection as I pushed her head down onto my stiffness. "Oh yeah Candy just suck it. Oh my good baby that's it just the head." I said in lust. I started to buck upwards into her mouth and although she was totally inexperienced at giving head the excitement of my petite little daughter sucking on my dick made up for it. Looking at her back down to her ass while she tried to bob up and down was a sight alright. She tried to go fast and to take it in deeper causing her to choke and it was all good. I actually liked feeling her gag on my dick it excited me. I wanted to jamb her head down to make it happen again. "Honey that is so good just suck ... on the ... head I am going to... cum" I said still bucking and oh shit it felt good. I grabbed my cock holding it just as I came. I expected her to back off, but she let it spray up into her mouth and all over her face. Sitting back onto the floor her face was dripping with my cum and she looked right at me and licked some off her lips. She was so sexy I couldn't stand it. "Candy you are so good thank you. I want to eat you out so go get cleaned up so you can cum all over my face." I said taking off my socks and slacks. Candy immediately went to the bathroom and came back clean in a few seconds. Rushing back to the couch she pulled her panties down and sat on the edge. "Perfect spread them a bit little girl let me lick your little pussy." I said pushing her legs apart. Candy had a great little pussy. It was a pleasure to be down there licking her juices. Still having just thin hair she could get away without shaving and her lips where just light pink and her gash was narrow. Her clit was a small bud in-between the folds and you had to press the folds of her lips apart to get at it. "Daddy... oh my... god... Daddy that is so good... keep doing that." Candy said and then she exploded pressing her legs against my ears as she had an orgasm. I didn't back off she was going to cum again before I released her. I slowed my rhythm so she could enjoy building to the next one. She was so clean and young I could have spent all night there. "Daddy this is great keep sucking it. I love this Daddy... you are going to make me come again." Candy was moaning now. Candy had a series of small orgasms before she totally exploded. "OMG... OMG... Daddy..." Candice said falling back onto the couch in a heap. Seeing her sitting there with her pussy dripping and a halter top on with her tits pushing out was too much and she was not going to get time to recover. I grabbed her and easily spun her onto her front leaning her over the couch. I entered her from behind stabbing my hard dick up into her soaking pussy. At first she didn't react too much, but after a few minutes of stroking into her she was fucking me back. Taking my daughter doggy style was so hot. She clutched a pillow and had another orgasm as I rammed my dick into her all the way. Putting my hands on her tiny waist and jamming her back onto my prick was unreal. Her hole was so hot and wet I felt so good. I could get deep enough I wanted to make my dick come out her mouth she made me so hot. "Jesus baby I am going to cum." I said warning her. "Daddy do it on my face... wait do it on my face I want to watch." Candy said moving up off my cock and then down onto the floor to position herself for my orgasm. I withdrew and stroked my cock 2 inches from her face while she smiled. I came and the first 2 shots hit her forehead and flew across her hair. The third sprayed into her cheek and the forth shot went right into her mouth and she closed it. I sprayed a little more on her mouth and then a saw her swallow the shot that landed inside her mouth and I couldn't believe it. That was so hot my daughter just drank some of my cum. I sat on the couch looking at her and I was amazed at what we did and what had just happened. Chapter 3 will be coming shortly... Summer Break Ch. 02 Thank you to Yoni Noni for helping me to get this published. ***** Well, here I am, back again just doing some study while Dad and Mum are at work. I am also thinking that I haven't seen Glen for a few days. I think I will take a break and go say hello. When I get to the front door, I can see Mrs Peters crossing the road and going to Glen's house. I walked out and stood on the porch. Then, I made it look like I was checking to see if the mailman had been by, yet. I could see Glen from our mailbox. He was standing at his front door talking to Mrs Peters. While they were talking, Glen seen me at the mailbox and grinned. I nodded, and then noticed that the newspaper had been delivered. I turned and bent over to pick it up. When I bent over, you could see my bum as I had my short shorts on. When I stood up and turned towards Glen again, he was still talking to Mrs Peters while he was watching me. I walked back inside and started to read the paper. I wonder what Mrs. Peters was talking to Glen about. It couldn't be too interesting, seeing Glen was watching me. Well, before I knew it, Mum and Dad were home from work. They asked, "How was your day?" I said, "Okay." I said, "I seen Mrs Peters today, going over to Glen's, the guy next door." Mum said, "Did you?" Dad said, "I told you she is trying to see what she can get." I said "Do you think that Glen would have sex with her?" Mum said, "I don't think Glen would do anything with anyone." I said, "Why?" The reply I got was, "He is waiting for his wife to come back." I said, "Do you think she will come back?" Then Dad said, "She's not coming back! If she was coming back, she would be back by now." We had dinner and then I went to do some more study. I was laying on my bed thinking about Glen again, with a grin on my face. If only Mum and Dad knew what Glen was doing the other night. Waiting for his wife to come back?... mmmm. I awoke to Mum and Dad talking about us getting away for a few days. I said, "Good morning," and then they mentioned the idea to me. I said, "That would be nice. Where would we go?" Then Dad's mobile rang, and the plans were cancelled due to work. Then, there was a knock at the door. Mum went to see who it was, then I heard her talking to someone. Mum said, "Tina, are you there?" I said, "Yes." Then, I went to the living room, and standing there was you-know-who. I said, "Hello." Glen said, "Hi Tina, How are you?" Before I could reply, Mum said, "Glen's returning the plate that the tart was on, said that it was good." I looked at Glen and said, "Was it?" He nodded and said, "Yes it was very very nice." I said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then, Glen left, as he had things to do. Well over the next few weeks we seen each other when collecting the mail or going out to the car. Mum was upstairs looking through her evening dress's because her and Dad had one of those work functions to go to again. I was looking out the window, there was Mrs Peters crossing the road again. I said, "Mum! Mrs Peters is at it again!" Mum said, "Tina!...Stop that you are starting to sound like your father." I went outside and Glen waved his hand for me to come over. I went over and said, "Hi what's up?" He said, "I was wondering if you could come over tomorrow night for dinner." I didn't answer him straight away. I just looked and then I said, "I don't know." He said, "Is everything ok?" I said, "Yes." Glen said, "I just wanted to say thank you for your friendship as well as everything else. Seeing you are leaving soon to go back to University." I said, "Tomorrow night is ok." He said, "Yes at 7 o'clock." I then went inside to spend some time with Mum. Well, tomorrow was here and Mum and Dad were busy getting ready to go out. I couldn't start to get ready until they left. I waited and thought I am a bit smaller than Mum. I will check out her clothes, and see what she has that I can wear. Well Mum and Dad finally left and I went to check out Mum's clothes. I found one it was a black fitted dress that is low cut at the front. I have had my shower and I am dressed ready to go. I get to his door and ring the door bell he opens the door and he said, "Come in." I walked in and he said, "You look great!" I said, "Thanks." He had set the table as if we were in a restaurant with candles and all. We had dinner then he said, "Is everything alright?" I said, "Sure it's been a lovely evening great company and great food." "Then what's the matter?" he asked. I said, "I have to go." Glen said, "Can we have a dance before you go?" I said, "Ok." Then he takes me into the living room, and puts a cd of slow romantic music on the player. Then we dance together slowly after the second or third song we give each other a soft kiss. He said, "Do you still have to go?" I took his hand and we walk into his bedroom. He said, "What do you want?" I said, "What I want is for you and I to have sex all night." He said, "Well that would mean you have to stay the night." I went into the bathroom to freshen up and when I came back into the bedroom. Glen was undressed and sitting on the bed, with covers turned down on the side where I would lay. I walked to the side of the bed where he was sitting and I unzipped my dress. He said, "What colour do you have on this time?" I moved the shoulder straps off my shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. Glen said, "I like this colour better!" I had no underwear on under my dress at all, and I had been like that all evening. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I bent down and place my hands on his face and we started to kiss. While kissing each other he moved his hand to my shaved pussy, he started playing with me. MMM..it felt good. Then before I knew it, we were both on the bed having full on sex. His cock was so hard I could feel it going in and out of me over and over faster and faster. He was sucking my tits while still pumping me long and hard. I can still feel him in me. I moan, "Oooooohhhhhhh FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" He is reaching climax too he said, "I going to cum!" We came together both of us moaning, "Yes yes yes, Ohhhhhhhhh yea." With that we layed beside each other knowing that our time was coming to an end. I was going back to University, he was going back to normal life again. We both fell asleep to be woken by the morning sunlight coming through the window. I got up and we kissed our last kiss, I got dressed then I went home. Luckily, Mum and Dad were still asleep. I went to my room, just layed there thinking of the last night Glen and I shared together. I could hear Mum in the kitchen so I got up, went and sat in the kitchen while she got breakfast ready. I asked her, "Did you and Dad have a good night?" Before Mum could answer me Dad came in and said, "Yes we did." I said, "That's good." Then I went to have a shower before having breakfast. There was a knock at the front door. Dad went to see who it was, the delivery man said, "Morning sir." My Dad said "Morning, what do we have here?" The delivery Man said, "Flowers for Tina." Dad said, "Tina?" He was wondering who had sent me flowers. Dad called, "Tina." I came into the kitchen, both Mum and Dad were there waiting to see who I'd got the flowers from. I red the card and it said, "Thankyou" xxx I didn't say anything I just grinned. Mum said, "Who sent you flowers?" I said, "Glen! sent the flowers." Mum said, "Well that's nice he knows your leaving." I said, "Yes." Then I went to my room to finish packing. I had left the card with the flowers and Mum red it. She said, "That's funny all it has on the card is Thank you xxx." Then she said, "How do you know Glen sent them?" I didn't say anything more about the flowers. While we were sitting at the station waiting for the train. I said, "Glen sent the flowers to me, because I have been helping him." They looked at me and said, "Helping him with what?" I turned and said, "I have been helping him to do what Mrs Peters has been trying to do for months." I gave them a big hug and then waved goodbye to them as the train was leaving. Summer Break Ch. 03 Celeste had never thought of herself as the type of woman who would cheat on her husband. A friend of hers had told her about a month ago of an illicit affair she’d been having with her neighbor and Celeste had been slightly disgusted, but at the same time intrigued. It seemed like such a cliché – the lonely wife with the inattentive husband, cheating on him right under his nose. Barbara, her friend, had confessed to her one day over coffee, describing her deception with the same elation she usually reserved for designer bargains she’d found shopping or, when her kids had been young, their first steps or the muttering of a new word. But now, she couldn’t wait to divulge her secret, which she seemed completely unashamed to admit to Celeste. Celeste had listened to her friend intently, like a teenage girl listening to her more experienced friend describe what she had done with the captain of the football team behind the bleachers. Celeste had watched Barbara’s lips moving and realized that her disgust was not due to her friend’s immorality, but rather she was jealous. Jealous of her friend’s newfound double-life and her happiness. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Michael anymore. She did. But the sexual desire was long gone from their relationship - at least on her end. Every once in a while he’d roll over in bed and try to start something and she let out a sleepy grumble and roll away pretending to be asleep. Or sometimes while she was washing dishes or cooking in the kitchen, he’d come up behind her and try to slide his hands up her blouse. She’d squirm away from him and give him the excuse that Danny, their son, was in the next room. “What if he walked in?” she’d say in a tone that a mother uses to scold her child for doing something wrong. He’d grumble and wander off to the living room to plop himself down on the couch in frustration. He’d become like a piece of furniture to her. An old piece of furniture that had once been her favorite, but now age and wear had made it an eyesore. But she was afraid to get rid of it, to get rid of him. He was her high school sweetheart, her husband of twenty-one years, the father of her son. She could not imagine her life without him - he’d been there so long. Michael had been her first and - except for a one-time fling with a lifeguard she’d met at one summer when she was 19 while they were on a break - her only. She wasn’t looking for an affair - Evan had been completely unexpected. She’d met him by accident at a bookstore. On a whim, Celeste had decided to make a stop on her way home from work to pick up something new to read. She’d been reading one romance novel after another, devouring at least 2 a week. She’d read the dirtiest ones she could find, developing a bit of an addiction it seemed. She’d been carrying a stack of paperbacks towards the register when she lost her grip on them and they tumbled to the floor at Evan’s feet. He bent down to help her retrieve her books and Celeste had looked up into his warm eyes. She stared a bit too long at the 20-something-year-old man and he smiled. Realizing what she had done, Celeste blushed a bit and focused on the pile of books at her feet. He began looking at the titles and covers of the books she’d chosen and Celeste watched for his reaction as she distractedly reached for a nearby book. He held in his hand a book with a woman in a flimsy, translucent nightgown draped over the arm of a man with huge, hairless pectorals and long blond hair. He chuckled and looked up at her again. “I’m sorry,” he said, trying to resume an air of seriousness. He continued to collect her books and once he was done, stood up. Celeste followed having only managed to pick up two books herself. “You know, you shouldn’t read this stuff. It’s not healthy,” he said, only partially joking with her. Celeste was consumed by his messy, raven-colored hair, his deep-chocolate brown eyes, the distinct curve of his upper lip, his solid jaw, not to mention his thin, well-toned physique. His light grey t-shirt was worn to perfection, as were his fitted denim jeans, which she was certain would present his young, firm ass quite nicely if she could only get a look at him from behind. He mistook her inspection of him for her taking his comment seriously. “I’m joking!” he said. “But you know, if this is what you want, you should live it. Reading about it isn’t going to get you anywhere,” he said with a grin. ‘Is he flirting with me?’ Celeste wondered. Impossible. Why would such a good-looking young man who, she was embarrassed to admit, was probably young enough to be her son, be interested in her? Not to say she wasn’t attractive. She was. Very much so. Her auburn hair fell in soft waves around her face, always perfectly tousled. She still had flawless, porcelain skin and the most piercing hazel eyes. And her body was still in good shape even after giving birth to Danny. Her looks certainly belied her 42 years. She blushed again and smiled back at the young man. He shifted the books he was holding to his left hand and reached out his right. “Evan,” was all he said as a warm smile curled on his bow-shaped lips. Celeste shook his hand and replied, “I’m Celeste.” She was sure she must have the goofiest smile plastered on her face and her cheeks were probably on the verge of stop sign red. “I was about to go have a cup of coffee and read a magazine so that I wouldn’t look completely pathetic sitting by myself… but if you’d join, me I wouldn’t have to.” His smile was irresistible and she felt the same way she had when Michael had first approached her at a friend’s party when she was 16. Her chest was warm and her nerves seemed to be standing on end. “Umm…” Celeste began to wonder if having coffee with this man was stepping over the line. “I promise I won’t make any more comments about your literary choices,” he teased. Celeste was beginning to feel a bit more at ease with Evan, even if she wasn’t entirely comfortable with the situation, and she allowed a big smile to appear on her face. Evan was still sensing some reluctance. “You don’t even have to talk to me if you don’t want to. I’m really just looking for someone to fill the chair. Really. I can’t bear to drink another cup of coffee on my own. I’m embarrassed to think what the staff must think of me, coming in here all the time on my own and sitting for hours.” “Sure, I’ll have a cup of coffee with you,” Celeste conceded, adding, “But just one.” What harm could one cup of coffee with a friendly stranger be? One young, attractive, charming stranger. And so it began. At first Celeste began stopping at the bookstore regularly in the hopes of bumping into Evan. After a few “accidental” encounters, they began to arrange to meet for coffee. Evan suggested alternatives to her romance novels, loaning her his dog-eared copy of Henry and June. She’d read from it every chance she got. Poring over its pages over lunch at work. Reading it late into the night in bed while Michael snored beside her. She imagined Evan reading the same pages, his long fingers peeling back each page, his fingertips trailing across the paper. The thought made Celeste feel flushed, her inner thighs burned and a twinge of excitement sparked between her legs. After finishing the book, Celeste turned to click off the bedside lamp, turning her and Michael’s bedroom from a warm golden glow to pitch black. She lay on her back in bed, staring into the darkness, unable to fall asleep. Michael’s snoring had subsided thankfully and the room was silent except for the gentle rustle of the crisp cotton sheets as Michael shifted his feet under the covers. Celeste allowed her hand to slip beneath the sheets and seek out the source of her insomnia. She needed to feed her hunger and her body wouldn’t rest until she was satisfied. She had learned to please herself in complete silence while Michael slept. Any audible sound she might make could be construed as an interest in sex with her husband and inevitably, Michael would then ruin her chances of achieving orgasm for the night. Her hand moved under the waistband of her satiny pajama pants, beyond the lacy elastic of her white cotton panties. Her middle finger rolled over the sensitive pink nub and her body reacted appreciatively. She stole a glance at Michael to make sure he was still fast asleep and once she was convinced, she continued, sliding her finger along her slit to her moistening hole. She dipped her middle finger into the warm wetness and traced the slick finger back and forth along her pussy until she was slippery from front to back. She began to alternate between rubbing her engorged bud and delving her fingers deep inside herself – first one, then two, and finally three fingers exploring her dark wet hole. She’d masturbated time and time again, especially in the past year or so when she and Michael’s lovemaking sessions had become few and far between. But this time was different. Normally, it had just been a physical act without much in the way of fantasizing. But now, she found herself imagining Evan causing the sensations she was feeling. Her lust had a face and that made her orgasms even greater. She imagined his fingers running along the length of her body, seeking out her neck, her breasts, her ass, and of course the same crevices that her own fingers were exploring. She imagined what it would feel like to have him inside of her. His rigid cock buried deep within her. His hot mouth breathing against her neck. His broad chest pressed against her breasts. His legs entangled with her own. Celeste verged on orgasm and her breathing became short and fast and loud. Michael grumbled beside her and rolled over. He threw his arm across her stomach just as her orgasm exploded within her. Her body spasmed and went limp. Celeste rolled away from her husband so that his only his hand was still resting on her and eventually that too slipped off of her arm so that she was curled up at the edge of the bed, satisfied and out of her husband’s reach. - - - Celeste wrapped her fingers around the brightly-colored mug of cappuccino and brought it carefully to her lips. Evan had been staring at her for at least 5 minutes straight and she was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. That morning she’d decided to wear a fuschia top that had a neckline that scooped low enough to reveal some cleavage, a black knee-length skirt that was slit up the side, and a pair of black strappy, high-heeled sandals that revealed her crimson-painted toenails. She figured that if she couldn’t have his hands on her body, at least she could have his eyes. But he wasn’t staring at her breasts or her legs - he was staring intently at her face while she tried her best to avoid eye contact. Evan leaned over as she began to bring the mug away from her mouth and whispered into her ear, “What are we doing here?” Celeste choked a bit on her sip of cappuccino. “What do you mean?” she responded as she brushed her fingertips over her lips to make sure there wasn’t any trace of foam clinging to her upper lip. She could just imagine something completely embarrassing like that happening to her at this moment. She raised her eyes to look at him and he leaned back in his chair. She sat there waiting for him to either confirm or deny her fantasy – that this 27-year-old wanted her, not just as a coffee-drinking companion, but someone to fuck. No strings, no commitments, no cooking him dinner or listening to him belch or fighting over bills. Just wild animal fucking. She wanted to hear him say it, but at the same time she was scared as hell that he would. “You know what I mean.” She detected desperation in his voice. The same desperation she’d heard in Michael’s voice so many years ago during one of his many failed attempts to get her to agree to go all the way with him. She had finally given in when she was satisfied that he’d pleaded enough. She looked at him like a deer in headlights. This was it. She had to decide. Could she go any longer without an orgasm induced by someone other than herself? Was she willing to risk her marriage, her family, her safe life in the suburbs? Yes, she was. “I want you! God, I’d take you right here of I didn’t think we’d get arrested,” Evan said lowly as he leaned over the table and put his hand on Celeste’s. His hand on hers made her feel hot suddenly, as if a flame had been ignited within her, directly between her breasts and quickly emanating outward. She leaned over the table towards him, letting her hair fall forward, shielding her face from those around them. Softly, she replied, “I want you too.” She could barely believe she was saying it out loud, confirming her infidelity. She quickly darted her eyes to the people at the neighboring tables to make sure she didn’t know them. “So let’s get out of here. My apartment’s right near here.” Evan stood up and Celeste looked up at him, still somewhat hesitant. He held out his hand and she took it. Evan was leading her out of the café towards the bookstore’s exit, dodging human obstacles as well as tables and chairs. Celeste’s face felt flushed. Her eyes began scanning the faces around her wondering if they were watching her, knowing what she was about to do and finding her to be despicable. Despite the speed with which they were darting through the store, no one seemed to pay any attention. People continued to sip their lattes and thumb through potential purchases completely unaware of the sin she was soon to commit. Evan pushed the glass door open, dashing for the parking lot. Celeste had bumped into a girl on her way out and when she turned back to apologize she saw that it was Sara, her son Danny’s girlfriend. The two women locked eyes on one another for a split second, but Evan had pulled Celeste away before either of them could process what had just happened (or what might happen), let alone manage to speak to each other. A faint sense of panic quickly evaporated as soon as Celeste and Evan had reached Evan’s car. It was small and beaten up. Black-coffee-brown with a few dents and dings. She was sure the car must’ve been older than Evan was. He fumbled with his keys and finally managed to get the passenger side door open for her. She dropped into the cracked leather bucket seat while Evan swooped around to the driver’s side and got in. With a little coaxing, the engine started and they were driving towards Evan’s apartment. Celeste could feel herself getting wet, a damp spot developing on the black lace panties she’d slipped on to complete her outfit. She hadn’t expected anyone to see them, but she was glad now that she had chosen them over one of the many boring cotton pairs that littered her lingerie – no, ‘underwear’ would be a better way to describe it - drawer. She watched Evan’s strong, tanned fist wrapped around the stick shift and every time he switched gears, she quivered. Evan drove quickly, speeding up at yellow light after yellow light and going through stop signs. Eventually though, they hit a red light. Evan’s hand immediately jumped from the stick shift to Celeste’s bare left knee, sliding his palm up over her thigh and pushing her skirt up in the process. His skin on hers felt better than she’d ever imagined. His firm, somewhat rough hands moving over the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh, his pinky just barely grazing her lace-covered clit. Her breathing was getting heavier. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Part of her wanted him to just pull over the car so that she could mount Evan right there. The light changed and they were speeding again towards his apartment. Finally they pulled into a small parking lot adjacent to a rather shabby-looking, 6-floor apartment building. The color and texture of the building’s exterior reminded Celeste of vanilla frosting and the mint green hallways of pistachio ice cream. Evan led her up the stairs one flight and down another hallway. They stopped at the last door and Evan once again fumbled with his set of keys. He slipped one key in the top lock and then another in the bottom. As the door opened, he turned and wrapped his arm around Celeste’s waist, pulling her towards him and into the apartment. He pressed her hard against the wall inside and threw the door shut behind them, fidgeting with the two locks as he began to kiss her. His kisses were stronger, more passionate than she could ever remember Michael’s being. And he used his tongue. His thick, wet tongue probing her mouth and seeking out her own tongue. It had been so long, she worried that she might have forgotten how to french kiss. Kisses with Michael were usually quick, dry pecks. That, or the occasional attempt to suffocate her with his sloppy tongue. He pressed his groin hard against her and she could feel his stiff cock through his jeans. His hands were moving all over her body now – over her breasts, stomach, hips, ass. He began pulling her top up over her head and she lifted her arms to help him. Before the shirt was off completely, she could feel his hot mouth with those perfectly bow-shaped lips on the tops of her breasts. Once the top had been tossed aside, his hands were free to unclasp the black lace bra that matched her panties and then cup both breasts in his hands, bringing them back up to his mouth, kissing and sucking and licking her now hard-as-pencil-eraser nipples. Celeste began to peel off Evan’s pumpkin-colored t-shirt, interrupting him from feasting on her breasts. She marveled at the well-toned and tanned chest that had been lurking beneath those worn-out t-shirts he always wore. She traced her fingertips over the firm pecs and defined abs to just a bit below the waist of his jeans. He leaned over then and began a trail of kisses down her stomach to the waist of her skirt. He got down on his knees, kissing her belly, as his fingers unzipped the skirt from behind. He placed his hands on her hips and slid the skirt down to the floor. Celeste carefully stepped out of the skirt and flung it aside with her shoe-covered toe and then kicked off her shoes one at a time. Her black-lace-covered pussy was now revealed and was waiting eagerly right at Evan’s eye-level. With his hands gripping her hips, Evan began to suck and gently bite Celeste’s inner thighs. The sensation made her weak in the knees and she placed her hands on Evan’s head not only to encourage him to continue, but also to help her stay on her feet. He slid his right thumb beneath the crotch of her panties and began rubbing her clit as he stared up at her with a look that suggested he wanted nothing more than to please her. She threw her head back and pressed her palms flat against the wall behind her, above her head as Evan’s thumb began to move faster and harder against the sensitive, and now engorged, little bud. Celeste’s body was tensing up and she could feel the first wave of orgasm peaking, ready to come crashing down. Evan slowly dipped three fingers into the wet hole just inches from his thumb and pressed his fingertips against the dark, velvety front wall of her pussy, bringing her quickly over the edge. A million tiny explosions went off throughout her body, each one setting off the next like dominoes. He had never taken his eyes off of hers and he smiled to see such a distorted look of pleasure on her face. He pulled down her panties and, as she had done with her skirt, she flung them aside. She stood there, completely naked. His hands returned to her hips and he slid his tongue along her slit with one long, slow lick. She looked down at him, amazed that as she was only just coming down from her first orgasm, he was already at work to bring her to her second. His beautiful brown eyes were still staring up at her as he smiled, lifted her right leg over his shoulder and buried his mouth between her legs. He slowly lapped at her pussy, allowing the full width of his tongue to slide over her. He shifted her hips so that he could gain access to the source of the juices that were now dripping down her inner thighs. Low moans were slipping out over Celeste’s lips and each one encouraged Evan to continue in order to induce the next. Summer Break Ch. 03 Part 3: Your encouragement and comments are welcome... As with all my stories the characters are 18 or over and the story is fictional. The third morning after I first engaged in intercourse with my 19 year old daughter was guilt free. I soaped my cock in the shower thinking about her. She was so young and so amazingly beautiful I felt lucky to have this time with her. Drying off after my shower I thought about what we would do after I got home from work and that left me with a full and glorious morning erection. I walked into the bedroom totally exposed with my morning wood sticking out in front of me. I was treated to the sight of my daughter bending over the bed straightening the duvet. She wasn't wearing a top so I could see her bare back and on the bottom she was wearing white boy shorts with baby blue piping. She had leaned over bent at the waste and was ensuring the wrinkles were smoothed out. I pressed my cock against her ass as she had not noticed that I had entered the room. At first she was startled and then she continued to finish the job. I proceeded to dry hump my cock against the white material covering her ass. Placing my cock in the crack and slowly moving up and down. After a few minutes of this there were no more wrinkles on the bed sheets and due to the stiffness of my cock there were definitely no wrinkles on her panties. Candice pushed her ass back receiving my cock slowly grinding it up and down. I pushed Candy up onto the bed pulling down her boy shorts as she moved up. Candice was a beautiful sight from behind with the light wisp of hair covering her pussy going up to a perfect apple shaped ass. Her panties were soaked with her juices and I noticed the damp weight of them as I tossed them aside. I drank in the sight of her on her hands and knees and with that hesitation she impatiently looked back and me waiting for me to mount her. Her eyes were watery with lust and her breathing was labored. "OMG honey you are so beautiful." I said as I climbed up behind her pressing my cock into her entrance. "Yeah.. Daddy... put it in please I want it... Don't tease... Put it in... I am ready just do it! Stop teasing Daddy!" Candice was complaining as I held my cock in my hand smearing the juices at her pussy entrance with the head of my cock. Candy was so wet and warm and I think as much as fucking a young perfect little teenage girl visually the sensation that I had touching her and entering her with my cock beat all that out. In the dreams I had about her since she really started to bloom I always focused on her looks, but now I was feeling her lust and needs and that was never something that I thought about. Maybe I just didn't think 19 year old girls had this type of need or enjoyed sex this much. Grabbing a hold of her slim waist looking at the back of her neck as she moved from her hands onto her elbows as I made my first few thrusts into her pussy and we were in perfect tune. Candy greeted my trusts with growing enthusiasm as she worked her hips a bit as I stroked in and out. Flexing her hips up and down a bit caused even more friction on the already tight hole I was fucking and I neared orgasm quickly. I had to slow my mind while fucking her, because I wanted her to cum first. This beautiful little girl deserved it. "Daddy go faster. Yeah that's good stick it in all the way... I love the slapping... Oh yeah... Oh yeah... please go hard." Candice said as her head was now against the sheets with her ass as high up in the air as it could go. My thrust was lifting her knees a bit off the bed as her hands had to grab the blanket as I drove her forward with my thrusts. "Yes, Candy cum on Daddy's cock." I said feeling the contractions of her pussy as I slowed. Candice grabbed the sheets and convulsed on the bed and I was kind of startled as she had multiple orgasms. Every stroke of my cock seemed to cause her pussy to contract and shiver as she had yet another small orgasm. Feeling this knowing I pleasured her and made me cum. I filled her pussy until it was dripping out on the sides of my cock. I stroked even after I was done enjoying the warm feeling around my now semi erect cock. Candy was on her way to anther orgasm so I kept pumping slowly. The sweat was know dripping off my forehead onto her back moving up her sexy little back. She was grinding herself into me and her lust helped me keep my cock from going limp. When she started to cum her movement caused her pussy to slip off my semi erect cock and she mashed her dripping pussy against me while my semi erect cock tickled her clit. I was spent and it wasn't even 7:30 AM yet. I was busy at work and although thoughts of my sweet little daughter at home did cross my mind it did not dominate all of my thoughts as it had done in the previous 2 days. I managed to get some work done and it felt like my day rushed by. I had a big smile on my face when I got in my car to head home. My mind raced thinking about Candy's thin little pink lips and my tongue running up and down while she bucked against my face. I walked in the door and started looking for my daughter as my breathing was already heavy. I was a dirty dirty man and I could care less. My rapid breathing was quickly stopped like someone punched me in the stomach when I heard 2 voices in the living room. My rising cock made a quick stop and I started to sweat immediately as I tried to ascertain who's voice it was I was hearing talking to Candice. Every bad thought that I had pushed out of my mind with lust returned. My legs were lead as I moved the short distance into the living room. I could see the back of the head and it was a woman from the look of it, but I didn't know the voice and the giggles made me realize this was a young lady not a woman. "Oh Daddy you are home finally. This is my friend Claire she is from down the hall. She is off on summer vacation too." Candy looked at me for approval. I stood there a bit dumb founded waiting for all the blood to make it back into my arms and legs. My heart was beating fast and I was a bit red with the excitement. "Hi ummm Mr. Candy's Dad." Claire said causing them both to laugh. "Sorry we didn't get to the last names yet." "Daddy can we take Claire out to dinner? I am sorry we have been talking all afternoon I didn't make anything." Candice said now smiling at me. "Yes, honey whatever you want" I said turning to the hall so I could get to the bedroom and change and regain my composure. "I told you my Dad is the best he does anything for me." Candice said with and air of pride about it. I felt sick when the cool air of the air conditioner in the bedroom hit me. Am I crazy... I am risking my life.. Risking everything! I need to get my shit together. Claire was the scare I needed to get myself back on track. I changed my clothes and with my color and heartbeat back to normal I went back in to greet our guest properly. I felt old at dinner as the two girls got along like pigs in a blanket giggling on Q and talking up a storm. Claire was 1 year younger then Candice, but they had a lot in common. Claire had striking red hair and beautiful green eyes. I figured she was 5' 6" or so and like most 18 year old girls she was very attractive. Her legs where long and she had a small ass, but in proportion to her slim body her tits looked like they were fake. As a matter of fact I looked at her perky set more then a few times at dinner wondering if maybe they were. As we get older we get more cynical I guess, but a 18 year olds tits are perky and I was thinking my dirty old man thoughts about her. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white camisole type top with a black bra that was visible underneath. I could tell it was lace from the stretched fabric in the front it was pretty sexy for a young girl of 18. "Daddy can you take us shopping after dinner?" Candice said smiling looking directly into my eyes. "Yes honey whatever you want." I said thinking I could spend some time sorting things out while the girls shopped for some clothes. "I told you he is the best I am so spoiled!" Candy said loud enough for the other tables around us to hear. I was glad she didn't say soiled for the world to hear. Spoiled was bad enough. Candy and Claire held hands when we going from store to store inside the mall. I thought it was kind of sexy seeing this too hot little teenage girls being so close. I tried to sit outside the stores while they shopped, but if I stalled at the entrance both girls grabbed my hands and dragged me inside giggling. Candice and Claire tried on tons of clothes coming out and asking me for a thumbs or down for each outfit. Sexy short skirts and summer tops were not helping me to straighten my thinking out one bit. I bought Candice a few new outfits and she talked me into buying a mini skirt and a half top for Claire which actually looked totally ridiculous on her big tits. She was so pert and so large in the chest the bottom section of the top that draped off her chest was 4 inches away from her belly. This girl had a nice flat soft stomach with a hint of abs showing through. It was so sexy seeing her in it I would have bought her 5 just to watch her try them on. The girls were not done the next stop was a jewelry store and I really made an concerted effort to stand back. I was a bit worried that my spoiled daughter was going to talk daddy into a 2k bracelet. It occurred to me that she could actually get anything she wants now and for the most part I actually wanted to give it to her. Claire asked the sales lady to show them something so I moved closer to spy the item. The girls were in the cheap section and I could see signs like $49, $99, and $149 which eased my mind a bit. Claire was trying on a thin gold necklace with some kind of charm or symbol I could make out. It hung down just right between her tits so it could have been a gold plated symbol of a cock and I wouldn't have been able to focus on it. Claire was striking in the dimmer light of the jewelry store and she thrust her chest forward to Candice to show her the necklace. "Daddy can we get 2 of these it means friendship?" Candice said batting her eyes something I had never seen her do before. I did hesitate, but after a second I repeated my new mantra "Yes honey whatever you want." After making the $265 purchase at the till the 14k gold necklaces were worn by the girls out of the store, but I was rewarded by both girls with a kiss by each on the cheek as they sandwiched me. Candice and Claire seemed to take the opportunity to rub their breasts against my arm. This rubbing was definitely intentional on Candy's part as she was less endowed, but it still felt like Claire mimicked Candice's rubbing as they lingered after the kiss. A ladies undergarment store was next. I am embarrassed at the best of times in those stores trying not to make eye contact with the patrons or saleswomen pretending like I know what I was doing or looking for. Now two young teenage girls were holding my hands and dragging me into the store. I was happy to see there was no one in the store besides two young sales girls as we made a fair bit of commotion getting in there. Candice pawed all kinds of stuff as I stood back trying not to perv on her. Claire was talking to her quietly and I couldn't hear what they said, but it was clear they were critiquing how each of the items would look on each other. After about 15 minutes in the store they each had a few items to try on and I eagerly moved toward the dressing room with them pretending like this was any of the other stores we went to. The dressing rooms had a bench and they were separated nicely from the store. I sat on the bench anxious to see if I was going to get to see any of the fittings. The sales lady hung the garments in each of the rooms and left back to the front. I could hear the girls remove their clothing which had me hard as a rock. Candice peeked her head out the door and said "Daddy can you take a look at this?" She had taken in a lavender panty and bra set and I prayed this is what she wanted me to look at and I walked up to her dressing room door. "Okay honey let's see." I said swallowing hard. Candice opened the door all the way and she was standing there totally nude. "What do you think? Do you like this Daddy?" Candy said as she reached for my hand and pulled my fingers up to her pussy. "Oh yeah this is great." I said covering while I pressed a couple of fingers back and forth she was dripping. "Okay I will try on something else." Candy said covering her tracks and then the door closed pushing me out. I sat back down on the bench in a daze. Candice was such a tease my cock was rock hard and all I could think about was going in that little room and sinking it into her dripping hot pussy. "Okay ready or not here I come." Claire said with enthusiasm. I heard the door open and I was treated to the sight of her in a pink teddy. She was covered barely as I strained to see if I could get a glimpse of her pubic hair. The teddy was stretched at the top a bit due to her chest size, but even without a bra her tits were high on her chest. Her nipples were erect and pointing straight out and as she passed by one of the lights I could see the outline of her body. She was curvy and she new it. She gave me a few turns and headed back into the dressing room. Claire closed the door behind her, but not completely I saw her arms moving when she pulled the teddy over her head and when she stepped back I could see her naked body through the slit in the door in the mirror. I tried not to look, but I was weak. Candice broke my stare as she came out in a black bra and panties that barely covered her patch. Her brown hair bouncing with her tits as she moved toward me. I drank in her beauty. "Daddy do you like this? I love it... I want this for sure." Candy said talking fast I could tell she was excited. Candy plopped in my lap sitting on one leg ensuring her ass rubbed my cock and gave me a quick kiss and a hug. Claire was ready and proceeded to walk toward us doing her best runway model imitation. This time she had a virgin white bra and panty set that was more for show then for practicality. The lace was thin and the panties where trim coming up to a thin piece along the hip. Candice looked at her in admiration as she did her catwalk strut. I could see the outline of her areola and nipple and the patch in the front of the panties separated her pussy lips. Having my daughter moving on my leg and seeing this 18 year old I just met today parading around in her underwear almost made me shoot off in my pants. I have never been a quick guy in bed, but this was blowing my mind completely. Claire turned and went back to the dressing room leaving the door completely open. Candice purposely put her hand down on my stiffness to get up and made sure to squeeze it hard as she got up. Candice stood at Claire's door for a moment watching her saying something. I tried to get a look at her in the mirror, but she wasn't at the right angle. Candice went into her room and I pressed on the top of my cock trying to get some relief, but this only made it worse. Claire was first out this time and she was wearing a T-Shirt type nightgown that was too thin. The fabric was cheap and it had a Playboy bunny symbol on the chest. As she moved in front of me her nipple were pointing out at least 3/4 of an inch and as she turned around I could tell she definitely didn't have any panties on. The nightshirt was mid thigh and I was surprised when Claire stood in front of me ready to sit on my leg as my daughter had just done. "Candy we don't have all day." Claire said as she sat right down onto my legs rubbing her ass against my cock. Claire made a move to reposition her self putting her hands on either side of herself. One of her hands was directly on my stiff cock and she lifted slightly to get a more comfortable position. I was so turned on knowing the thin fabric that she was wearing left her naked underneath. Candice came out in a shorter version of the same type of nightshirt that showed her panties at the bottom. Candice looked at Claire in surprise as she strutted for us. "Candice is gorgeous." Claire said to me wiggling against my cock. Candice stood for a second and then said "Well what should we get?" "I think we should take it all honey. You both look amazing in this stuff." I said while wishing I could dry hump Claire right there on the spot. "Oh this is great!" Claire spouted and she gave me a kiss on the lips making more contact with my prick. "Yeah Daddy thank you so much..." Candice said as she leaned over and gave us a view down her shirt as she kissed me on the lips too. Candice gave me a wet kiss and Claire definitely noticed. Candice was staring at me right in the eyes and this was total lust. Candy's nipples were like little rocks and I put my hand around her back. I slowly dropped my hand to her ass as she turned back to the dressing room. Claire got up making sure to use my cock as a railing and walked back to her room leaving the door open again. It took a bit of maneuvering, but by the time she had pulled off the night shirt I was in position to see Claire's totally nude body in the mirror. I saw her back first and as she turned to get her clothes she spotted me. At first we both froze. Lifting her hand up to impossibly hard nipple she squeezed it a few times looking at me. Her other hand went up to the other nipple and played with it as well. Her nipples were light pink and had a larger areola which was puckered. Claire's tits were magnificent and although I love smaller tits her tiny frame with big tits was a big turn on so I reached down and stroked my cock through my pants as both of us looked at each others reflection in the mirror. Claire moved and hand down into her pussy which was covered with strawberry blonde hair. I could see her stroking her cunt with one finger while watching me. I unzipped my pants and took my cock out in front of her. I grabbed a hold of my cock with my fist an gave her a show. Claire brought her self off first and I saw she buckled and had a hard time standing. Looking directly into her eyes I came shooting my jism onto the dressing room carpet in front of me just as my daughter walked out of the dressing room door. She was shocked at the sight and then had a good idea of what was going on as I zipped up to cover the evidence. Claire then closed her dressing room door. Part 4 will be written - I am not done with Claire and Candice yet Summer Break Ch. 03 She could not endure any more of his exquisite torture. She needed to feel him inside of her, filling her. Her pussy was aching for him and even though his tongue gliding along her every crevice felt amazing, she needed more. She wasn’t sure how to communicate this to Evan. The words burned on the tip of her tongue. Just say it, she thought. Celeste took a deep breath and uttered, “ Fuck me.” She quickly looked down at Evan - who had stopped mid-lick - to make sure she hadn’t done something wrong. He recognized the look of worry on her face and smiled. He finished his lick, bringing the tip of his tongue up to her clit, and leaned back. He slowly rose to his feet and stood in front of her. He moved closer so that his body was practically pressing her against the wall and began kissing her neck just below her ear. It reminded her of the days of hickeys when she would have to hide the red bruises with turtlenecks or, in summer, by wearing her hair down. For a split-second, she worried that she might have to do the same now. “Undo my pants,” Evan whispered into her ear. Celeste’s fingers found the tail end of his leather belt and pulled it back, releasing the metal prong from the hole. She finished undoing his belt and then moved on to the button at the waist of his jeans. She slowly unzipped the fly, running the zipper over the growing bulge just on the other side of the denim. The jeans fell to the ground, leaving Evan in a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged every curve of his body. “Take them off,” he commanded. She couldn’t believe that she, a grown woman who was 15 years this man’s senior, needed to be told what to do in a situation like this. But part of her liked to hear him say it. She liked that he was telling her what to do. Celeste moved her hands to Evan’s ass, sliding them beneath the fabric of his underwear to give him a bit of a squeeze. She’d been wanting to do that ever since she first got a look at his beautiful, round, firm ass. She began to peel the briefs off of him, first in the back, over his ass, and then in the front, releasing his cock, which had been straining against the cotton for far too long. She placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed him away from her a few inches so that she could get a look at what he was soon to be driving deep into her. She was more than pleased by what she found. The size and girth were almost daunting. Almost. She looked up at Evan and grinned, biting her lip slightly, like a little girl looking at an ice cream cone. Evan wasted no time and pinned her against the wall. He continued kissing her neck, voraciously now, and lifted her right leg once again, this time wrapping it around his waist. While one leg held her thigh at his hip, the other squeezed her left breast, his thumb teasing the nipple. And then, the tip of his cock tickled her clit and slid into her to the hilt with one quick motion. A loud moan escaped her lips before she could contain it. “That’s it,” he whispered in her ear. “ I want to hear you scream.” Celeste gasped. And before she was conscious of what she was saying, she replied, “I want you to make me scream.” Evan began slamming into her. She could feel his cock moving along the walls of her pussy and the sensation of the friction it caused felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. He pressed his chest against her breasts and she could feel a bead of sweat trickle down between them. He was firmly pressing her against the wall and suddenly lifted her other leg up off the ground, wrapping it around his waist as he had done with the first leg. She was completely off the ground and his hands were now under her ass, supporting her. Evan backed away from the wall and carried her over to his unmade bed, his cock still buried deep within her. He gently placed her on the bed and slowly began pumping in and out of her once again. She was moaning loudly now as she watched his face. She could tell he was fucking her with all his strength. He paused and whispered, “Turn around.” She was a little confused, unsure of what would happen next, as he slipped out of her and she turned her back to him. “On your knees,” Evan said firmly. Celeste got into a kneeling position with her back still towards Evan. He placed his hand on her back and pressed her down so that she was on all fours. Grabbing her hips, he slid back inside her. She wasn’t sure what it was that made this feel so different, but it didn’t matter. She was in ecstasy and every thrust had her crying out in delight. “Do you like that?” Evan asked her. “Oh God, yes,” Celeste uttered between breaths. “Then say it. Tell me what you like. Tell me you like my cock ramming into your pussy,” Evan demanded. Celeste had never been one for talking dirty, but something about the situation required it. She didn’t need to hold back anymore and she wanted to give him what he wanted. “I love your hard cock ramming into my pussy!” she yelled. And with that, Evan began fucking her harder and faster than she ever thought possible. She cried out in both pleasure and pain, as Evan seemed to be tearing her apart from the inside. He reached around and began vigorously rubbing her clit and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Celeste cried out as her orgasm came radiating from within her like an earthquake. Aftershock after aftershock pulsed through her body and she collapsed onto the sheets beneath her with Evan following. She had been so enveloped by her own orgasm that she hadn’t even realized that Evan had come as well. She could feel the come oozing out of her inflamed pussy, dripping down her leg to the bed, leaving puddles of both their juices as evidence of what they had just done. After some of his energy returned, Evan placed a gentle kiss on Celeste’s shoulder and rolled off of her and onto the bed beside her. He curled up on his side, facing her, and she remained on her stomach, her head facing in his direction. They were both dewy with perspiration and they stared at each other in a blissful daze. “How was that?” Evan asked teasingly. Celeste just smiled back at him with a look of bleary-eyed intoxication, rubbed her thumb over his lips, and kissed him gently on the mouth. Summer Break Ch. 04 When Danny had taken the lifeguard test he had underestimated the benefits of the job. He soon began to realize that his days consisted of sitting on his ass by the pool and getting a tan. He teased his friends who worked the register at McDonalds or folded khakis at the Gap when they complained about long hours on their feet where they could barely catch a glimpse of the sun. Danny had gotten a job lifeguarding at Seaview Beach Club where the well-off in Millington spent their summer days when they weren't at their beach houses in the Hamptons. He worked mostly weekdays which meant the clientele was predominantly teenagers like himself, except that they drove their daddys' BMWs and didn't need a summer job, and housewives whose idea of housework meant trying to give their non-English speaking housekeeper instructions on what errands needed to be done. Danny didn't mind the housewives. Some of them were hot. A few of them had flirted with him, peeking over their sunglasses up at him from the opposite side of the pool or chatting him up while he was up on his perch. It disturbed him a little considering some of them were pretty close to his mom's age, but at the same time, the whole Mrs. Robinson thing kind of turned him on a little. He of course had no complaints regarding the teenage girls who paraded around the pool in bathing suits that covered the bare minimum. Even the teenage boys weren't that bad – at least there was little chance of them drowning. And they didn't give him a hard time the way they would have if they had when they were in school. Here, he was invisible to them. Thursdays were nice because Danny worked the afternoon shift which meant he could sleep late. He got to work at 1, peeled off his t-shirt, threw it in his locker and climbed up to his throne above the pool. Through his sunglasses he had free reign to stare at the plentiful mounds of flesh bouncing and bobbing below him. He was basically being paid to ogle women and he made sure to earn every penny he was being paid. Every once in a while he thought about Sara and felt a little guilty, but he was just looking he assured himself. There's no harm in looking. Not that he and Sara were that serious. They were only 18 - it wasn't like they were on their way down the aisle or anything. She would be going off to college in a month and a half and he would be staying here, going to Everton. Danny got the sense that there would be no effort made by either party to attempt a long distance relationship. Theirs was a high school thing and it would serve its purpose until it reached its expiration date at the end of the summer. Danny's eyes kept falling on Veronica Delacourt lying on a lounge chair directly across the pool from him. She seemed to be staring directly at him, but with her sunglasses on, he couldn't tell. It wasn't likely though. Veronica was Danny's age and they'd been in one or two classes together in high school, but he was sure she had no clue who he was. He couldn't even remember ever speaking to her in the past four years. But now, they were out of high school, away from the strict social hierarchy, and Danny thought maybe there might be some small possibility that here he had a chance. Veronica was the girl who all the guys either wanted to sleep with or had slept with or at least claimed they had slept with. Girls hated her because she didn't play by their rules. They called her a bitch and a slut behind her back, but to her face, she was their best friend. Guys hated her because she refused them. They made lewd jokes about her with their buddies and then went home to jerk off to her picture in the yearbook. It was hard to blame them - she was the utter embodiment of sex - and Danny was appreciating every inch of her. Her dark brown, almost black, wavy hair fell just below her shoulders. Her skin was on the verge of mocha and her body glistened with perspiration. Her breasts overflowed from the white bikini top with straps that seemed to be working their hardest to hold everything in. Her stomach was taut and Danny's eyes trailed down to the tiny triangle that was held together with two little bows on each side just below her hipbones. The thought of what that small piece of fabric was concealing began to get his dick excited and he could feel it growing beneath his trunks. Danny tried to subtly move his arm to cover it as he scanned the pool to make it look like he was not neglecting his job. When he looked back at Veronica, her chair was empty. His eyes frantically searched for her. He quickly found her at the end of the pool standing at the edge. She looked up at him purposefully. There was no mistake about it – she was no longer wearing her sunglasses and he could feel her eyes peering into his. She looked back at the turquoise water at her feet and dove in, barely making a ripple. He watched her tan body move underwater like a torpedo. He imagined the water moving over every curve of her body, seeping through her bikini to all those places the sunlight couldn't reach. "Hey man, you're done. Go take your break," his replacement called up to him. Danny had completely lost track of the time. His shift was over and he climbed down from his chair, his eyes never looking away from Veronica gliding through the water. He began to walk along the edge of the pool towards the main building to take his break. Suddenly, she climbed up the ladder out of the pool. Her suit, which had done a wonderful job clinging to her when it was dry, was now stuck to her like shrink-wrap and the white fabric had become so translucent that he could clearly see her pert nipples that were the size of half dollars. At that moment Danny envied the beads of water that were trickling down her chest between her breasts. She slicked back her hair and then adjusted her bikini bottom to make sure it wasn't revealing any more than it should. Danny had been so overwhelmed by Veronica getting out of the pool that she literally stopped him in his tracks. He just stood there watching her. "I saw you staring at me," she said and looked over at him. She wasn't smiling and he began to worry that she might not have appreciated his ogling. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" Danny was flustered. He didn't want to lose his job. He'd been so sure that the "checking out" had been mutual. "You don't need to apologize. I wanted you to look at me." She walked over to her lounge chair and grabbed her towel to pat herself dry. She stepped close to him, her still-damp breasts just grazing his bare chest, and leaned to whisper in his ear. With the palm of her hand pressed firmly against his semi-hard cock, she said, "You want to fuck me don't you?" She leaned back to look him in the eye. The only thing stopping from coming right there in his trunks was the fear that other people might have witnessed this exchange. Luckily, it was pretty empty today and the only member close enough to see anything clearly was lying face down on her chair with her bikini top undone to prevent tan lines. She turned away and began walking towards the beach where the members' cabanas were. Danny just stood there for a moment watching her perfectly smooth, round ass move away from him. Suddenly it occurred to him that she wanted him to follow her. He glanced around to make sure his boss wasn't lurking nearby to remind him that employees were not allowed to just wander around the club during their break. The help was supposed to remain hidden when they weren't working. While the thought of Sara may have been somewhere in the back of his mind, his dick certainly was not thinking about her whatsoever. All his cock was interested in was what was under that sheer white bikini. He started to walk quickly to catch up with her, but then realized it would probably be better if no one saw them walking together. He stayed several steps behind her, his eyes tracing every curve of her body. Sara was cute, but this girl was different. Every movement she made and every word she said screamed "Fuck me." Veronica disappeared into the last cabana in the row. By the time Danny got there, she had already stripped out of her bathing suit. She stood there in the doorway naked, waiting for him. She was not the slightest bit concerned that anyone else might see her. Her large, round breasts that were just as tan as the rest of her body, her perfectly pink nipples, her Brazilian-waxed pussy. He could hardly believe he was standing there with this amazingly hot girl ready to fuck his brains out. He wondered if maybe he'd passed out from the heat while he was working and this was all just a dehydration-induced hallucination. She reached out and grabbed the waistband of his bathing suit. Her fingertips tickled his pubic hair, making his cock jump. She pulled him into the cabana and slammed the door shut behind him with her other hand. She plunged her hand deeper into his shorts and wrapped her fingers around Danny's throbbing cock. She started stroking it slowly. His hands jumped up to her breasts. He'd been dying to squeeze them between his fingers from the moment he saw her lying on the chair by the pool. Hers were only the third pair he'd felt against his skin (there had been a couple that he'd fondled "over the shirt," but he didn't think those really counted) and these were, by far, the best. He rubbed his thumbs over her hardening nipples, tweaking them with his thumbs and forefingers and then leaning down to devour one and then the other. While his tongue flitted across her erect buds, she stopped stroking his cock to help him out of his bathing suit. She slid the elastic over his nicely-muscled ass and placed her hands on each cheek, pulling him closer so that she could grind her smooth pussy against his rigid cock. Suddenly, she stopped and looked him in the eye. Danny was confused. "Why is she stopping?" he thought. And then, slowly, she kneeled down on the ground and wrapped her hand around his dick. She looked up at him, stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of his cock. Danny could swear his heart stopped for a minute. This could not be happening. Sara had always been reluctant when it came to blowjobs. He tried going down on her as much as possible in the hopes that she would reciprocate, but she was never really enthusiastic. She was the only girl though whose mouth had ever gotten that close to his dick. Until now. Veronica traced her tongue around the circumference of the head, teasing it, and then began to lap at it like it was a popsicle. Slowly, she slid her mouth around the shaft. She swallowed his cock so far that he could feel the back of her throat. "Do NOT come Danny, do NOT come yet," he kept repeating to himself. Danny combed his fingers through her hair as her lips slipped up and down his cock. Back and forth and back and forth while her tongue swirled around and around. He could feel his balls begin to tighten. Afraid he'd blow his load right then and reveal how much of an amateur he obviously was compared to her, he pushed her back off of him. She looked up and smiled, giving a little laugh when she realized why she'd been interrupted. His ego feeling a bit bruised, Danny was determined to fuck her until she begged for mercy. He jerked her up to standing position and slammed her up against the wall. She smiled again, pleased to see how ravenous he was for her. It was as if she was daring him and he was not going to disappoint her. He grabbed her right thigh and lifted it with one hand while his other grabbed his thick cock and rammed it into her dripping wet pussy. She let out a small gasp and he lifted up her other thigh so that now she had both feet off the floor. He slid his hands to her ass to support her weight against the wall and began thrusting into her with all his strength. The inside of her pussy felt amazing. So hot and wet. And her moans were driving him crazy. "Bring me over to the chair," she demanded. He gave a quick look around to find the chair she was referring to on the opposite side of the room. He slowly backed up, her legs firmly wrapped around his waist and his cock planted deeply into her. He carefully lowered himself down onto the chair and, after a bit of adjusting, she began riding him furiously. Her pelvis was thrusting back and forth and she began gyrating on his throbbing cock. She managed to rub her clit against his groin while she slid up and down, her pussy swallowing him whole. She started to bounce up and down, faster and faster, and her beautiful tits jumped with each thrust. Her long moans became quick, fast and loud yelps and he wasn't going to be able to hold back any longer. He felt her entire body quiver and he was sure now was the time. He exploded, shooting his come deep inside her. They were both breathing heavily and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn't noticed that she'd had her eyes shut until he saw her open them. "Thanks," she said and gave him a small smile. She carefully slipped off of him, leaving his still erect cock standing straight up as if it were a flag planted in a newly conquered territory. She started walking towards the shower and looked back to see Danny bending over to collect his trunks. "What are you doing?" Veronica said as she disappeared into the shower. "I'm not done with you yet."