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The Flood

By: senwood



We always knew the water meadow flooded. In fact it does so most years. But last autumn it showed its true colours and took us all by surprise. As did the whole experience.

It was late October, nights were drawing in and it was a cold damp spell of weather. Jean, my wife, was away at a conference for clinical psychologists in Cambridge; Paul, our oldest son, was three weeks into his second year at university and Grace and I had the house to ourselves.

Grace, my quiet, attractive, twenty-year old daughter. She didn't turn heads or anything dramatic - if anything you didn't notice her with her shoulder length brown hair and slight figure. She was just a little taller than average at about five foot nine. But I always thought she should make more of herself. I mean she could do so easily. But Grace is comfortable with herself, easy going and easy to get on with.

The great love of her life, Nik, had gone to university and had met someone else. Grace accepted all this philosophically, had even anticipated it. There was no blame. But she hadn't found another yet.

She was working that winter in a bookshop in town and seemed to enjoy it. We didn't push her to be more ambitious. If we had she would have smiled at us and told us she was quite happy for now. But I wondered if she really was and if, deep down inside, she was torturing herself for a lost love and for her inability to set it aside completely.

Anyway none of this was in the forefront of my mind at that precise time. We were rubbing along together quite nicely. Jean would be away all week and we both had our separate jobs to get on with. I ran Grace into town each morning; she usually got a lift home. At the end of the day the two of us would rummage around and put a meal together and eat it in front of the fire whilst we watched television. We'd done it before and knew the routine.

It had been raining for days now and the meadow was already under water. When I got home the dip in the driveway below the house was just under water. The house itself stands on a natural raised platform well above any possible flood but the garage is below the house and would soon flood if the water level became exceptionally high. 

The driveway ran from the road - the highest point, where the fuel store had been built to be convenient for coal deliveries - down into the dip, and then up just a little to the garage. From there a winding path brought you up to the front door of the house. Grace said she just got home without getting her feet wet.

At about eight o'clock I went out with a pocket lamp to see what was happening; Grace followed me out. The water had risen already and the garage must have had two inches of water in it. I drove the car up onto the road to park it well above the water, higher in fact than the level of the house itself. When I paddled back through the five inches of water on the drive I saw Grace sticking plastic picnic knives into the grass at the water's edge. She grinned.

'I thought we'd be able to see how much it's risen in the morning,' she explained.

'Could be a good way to lose them,' I added.

Grace laughed nervously and we went inside.

We settled down to watch TV. I poured myself a glass of wine. Grace turned down my offer of a drink and was half watching the TV and half reading a book. 

Suddenly the lights went out. Click. I heard the central heating pump click off too. The TV faded away leaving momentarily an eerie glow in the darkened room. The fire we had lit was just embers now as we were letting it die down.

'If the power's off the gas heating will cut out too,' Grace said.

'Perhaps we should build the fire up to keep the house warm, then,' I suggested. 

Grace nodded. 'And leave this door open so it warms the whole house.'

In the darkness we built the fire up well, put a fireguard round it and sat a while by its warm orange light. Grace had given up trying to read so we chatted. Not about anything much - just the meal the next night, whether we'd be able to get out to go to work in the morning, oh yes, and about the coal for the fire...

'Whatever happens we'll have to get up to the coal store in the morning, even if we have to wade up there and back,' I said.

'We can have towels ready in the kitchen to dry ourselves...' said Grace.

'...and have a hot drink ready too,' I added.

Grace shivered.

'Time for bed,' I suggested. I hadn't wondered quite how we were going to produce the hot drink.

Grace got up and we both groped our way up to our bedrooms, touching familiar objects in the dark. We had already discovered that there were no candles in the house and that the only pocket lamp, or torch as we call them, had almost flat batteries as we had discovered when we went out earlier.

I heard Grace giggling ahead of me.

'What's up?' I asked.

'I nearly said something really stupid,' she said laughing even more loudly.

'Go on,' I said. 'What did you nearly say?'

'I nearly said rechargeable batteries would have been better!'

I laughed too and was still smiling as I climbed into bed. I was soon asleep.

I don't know how much later it was but I know I had begun to feel quite cold as the heat upstairs had presumably dissipated through the roof as the temperature nose-dived after midnight. I realized Grace had slipped into bed beside me. I was in my pyjamas - not one to change my routines! - Grace was still dressed in her jeans and sloppy jumper. I was facing her as she moulded her back against my chest.

'I'm cold, dad,' she grunted. And then we both slept on until daylight filtered through the windows. I hadn't closed the curtains. I awoke to find my arm was now across Grace's stomach as she lay on her back beside me. I tried to remove my arm but as I did so she turned her head towards me and smiled.

'Sleep well?' she asked.

'Yes, I did after...'

Grace interrupted me: 'So did I after I got warm again.' She smiled still as her fingers played an unheard tune on the back of my hand. 'I've had an idea,' she said, getting out of the bed and disappearing. I heard her patter her way downstairs and the noise of her poking the fire and doing something else in the hearth penetrated the wall space and could be heard distantly upstairs in my room.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I thought it might be an idea to store some water in case the tap supply was contaminated by the floodwaters and decided to mention this to Grace. I went to the lounge where I found her watching the fire.

She had contrived to wedge a latticed oven tray over the fire to create a flat surface. On it a small saucepan full of water was just starting to sizzle. To the right two slices of bread were toasting.

'Cup of tea and a slice of toast, sir?' she asked with a smug grin.

'Yes, please, Your Highness!' I replied. I often call her that.

ooo000ooo

After breakfast we donned old trainers and our Berghaus waterproof jackets and prepared to go to get some coal. Grace had put the towels ready. I had some top quality Orvis fisherman's waders in the garage but I knew that by the time I got there I would be soaking wet and Grace didn't have anything like that so we just set off down the path into the dip. As we walked forwards, carrying two buckets each that we had found in the larder, Grace suddenly slipped and disappeared from view. I threw myself after her, foolishly so given the relatively shallow depth in my unnecessary panic, and pulled her from the water. By now we were both soaked to the skin from head to toe and already trembling with cold.

We pressed on urgently and reached the coal store. Fumbling with the padlocks we opened the store and began to fill our buckets. Soon we set off with two buckets each, leaving two unfilled buckets outside the store.

We got back to the house without further mishap and left our treasure under the eaves. I told Grace to get inside and said that I would bring the two remaining buckets with some firewood. She said that I wasn't going anywhere without her, trembling terribly as she spoke. Neither of us really had the energy to argue so we set off again.

We reached the store, loaded the firewood, replaced the padlock and set off for the house, which we reached after a few minutes. Grace had found another empty bucket in the store and had filled that with coal too. We were both exhausted, very cold and shivering uncontrollably. 'Leave the buckets out here,' I said when we got back to the house and pushed Grace indoors.

I followed her into the kitchen. 'We'd best get this lot off,' I managed.

Teeth chattering, Grace barely managed to reply: 'Yes.'

Grace pulled her sweater over her head and, heavy with water, it dropped to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra - I knew she rarely did - and her small round breasts with stiff pink nipples somehow evidenced how cold she was. She began to pull her jeans down and I threw her a towel to cover herself but she started to try to dry her hair as she used her feet alternately to work her jeans down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and looked at me.

By this time I was naked. Towel in hand I moved behind Grace and began to dry her back vigorously, hoping to warm her up too.

'Thanks, dad,' she croaked. It would be a lie to say I wasn't aware of her nudity, of her straight back and of the curves of her bottom, which I dried as well. She turned to me and smiled as she picked up the last towel off the stool. Stepping really close to me she reached up to dry my face and pummel my hair to dry it quickly. I was even more aware of her nudity, of her breasts moving with her efforts to dry me.

Grace paused. 'We'll never get warm like this,' she said, pulling me by the arm out of the kitchen. She led the way upstairs and disappeared a moment only to reappear clutching three or four thick blankets. In my bedroom she rapidly unfolded them and spread them on top of the duvet to make a thick layer.

'Come on, dad,' she said and, lifting the bedding she slipped under and into bed. I followed and lay beside her. We were both still shivering and not fully dry. I put my arms around Grace and held her to me. I sensed her responsiveness as she moved one leg over mine and pressed herself against me. We lay still, somehow drawing on the heat now coming off our bodies that was trapped by the weight of the bedding over us. Slowly warmth was restored to us both and I sensed Grace relax and then her breathing calmed. 

I also became more aware that one of my hands that held her was on her left breast and I felt her nipple on the palm of my hand. I began to move it away. Grace rolled to face me and smiled again as she had earlier that morning.

'It's all right, dad, I promise,' she said as she shifted slightly and lay partly on my chest, partly on her side, with one leg between my two legs. I was unsure what to do - but Grace simply moved her face to mine and we kissed. And as we kissed we became more aware of our own desires. Grace pushed her tongue cautiously into my mouth and I reciprocated joyously drinking in her soft warmth.

Grace was gently moving her leg, pushing ever so slightly up into my crutch. I felt her hand on my stomach and was able to move my arm around her shoulder so my hand was on the small of her back. I moved my fingers lower, down onto her bottom. I heard her sigh. I stopped.

'Don't stop,' she whispered. 'I want this.' Her fingers moved to my penis, which was by now fully engorged. I felt her hold me and squeeze me. I breathed in sharply.

'You know I want you, don't you?' she asked.

I kissed her again, urgently. I wanted the sex of this woman for myself. I wanted to take her and I knew I couldn't stop myself. I pushed Grace back onto her back and started to move over on top of her.

She smiled and swept her hair away from her face. 'I want what you want,' she said between our kisses as our mutual urgency took control. I was ready to penetrate my daughter and she was holding my distended cock just on her cunt lips, rocking her hips slowly, enticingly, irresistibly.

'Are you su..' I was about to say the word 'sure' when Grace somehow raised her lower body and thrust herself up onto my cock and maintained this force with hands under her bottom. She had impaled herself on me, willingly, wantonly and I thrilled to the feeling as I entered her.

'Fuck me,' she said. I began to move in and out, pushing further as we built to a rhythm. 'Yes,' she groaned, then: 'Don't be too nice,' she whispered.

I grabbed her breast and pinched a nipple; she grabbed my bottom and pulled herself onto me, surrendering herself to her passion. I shagged her as hard as I could, ramming my hips into her as I sought to drive my cock as deeply inside her as I could.

'Fantastic,' she moaned, still rocking responsively to me. 'Fucking fantastic,' she moaned as she squirmed her lower body relentlessly on my cock.

This was more than I could cope with and I couldn't stop that feeling tingling down my spine, from my brain it seemed. I knew it was unstoppable. And I wanted it anyway. I wanted to flood her cunt with my hot come.

'I'm coming,' I groaned, seeking to pull free.

'Don't stop!' she shouted, holding me as I came and I spent myself inside her tight young cunt. I had never fucked anyone this young before and I came plentifully. I kept on pounding her until she arched her back in her own fulfilment, screaming: 'Push! Push!' She came too and I thrilled to be there with her nudity touching me all over. Slowly we subsided and lay together.

'You've done that before,' she whispered with a little giggling laugh.

'So have you,' I rejoined.

'Mmm. I'm not an innocent little girl, you know.'

'No, you're a very beautiful woman, Grace,' I replied.

'And I needed that,' she said, smiling. 'I haven't done anything as good as that for a long time. You've no idea how much I needed it.' Grace lay staring into my eyes. We just held hands.

'Why haven't you, you know, been out with anyone else, Grace?' I asked her.

'I told mum not long ago that apart from Nik there was only one person I could ever want the way I wanted Nik, the way I had learnt to be with him. She asked who that was and I told her.'

'Who was it?' I asked.

'You,' she said very quietly. 'Mum said nothing for a long time. Then an hour or so later she came to my room and said something very special.'

'Go on.'

'She said she could share you as long as I didn't want you all to myself. It sounded like a joke but she hugged me and I knew she wasn't just joking. She said I had to tell you though, not her. We've never mentioned it again.'

We lay together a while longer until Grace got up.

'I'm going to see if there is any hot water left.'

ooo000ooo

We spent the rest of the day quietly. Grace read and made drinks on the fire. We often caught each other watching each other, if you know what I mean. Grace came and nestled next to me for a while. We kissed again.

Suddenly Grace jumped up.

'What a fool I am,' she almost shouted. 'Why didn't I think of it earlier?'

She disappeared and ran upstairs, returning moments later with a portable radio that Paul had got for Christmas a couple of years ago. Grace held it up triumphantly. 'Paul's wind-up radio,' she said, starting to wind it up.

We spent the rest of the afternoon listening to the local news. Everywhere was in chaos due to the floods. We were safe where we were and luckier than most. We realized no one would be coming to help us for now and there were others in far greater need. 

A helicopter was heard later flying over, no doubt rescuing someone in distress.

Grace made tea, managing to fry some eggs and bread over the fire, which I kept burning brightly. We sat in the gloom as the light failed and listened to the radio. Grace tuned in to all the different stations greedily picking up all the news. I leaned back on the sofa and thought about what we had done.

I couldn't stop watching her. She seemed to stretch her legs out more, they seemed longer, sleeker: she appeared to walk more purposefully with shoulders thrown back. Grace was tense like a superbly conditioned animal and I knew I wanted her again if she would only have me. But maybe I had just been what she needed to restore her self-esteem and she would be too embarrassed by our illicit intimacy to want to remind me of it. I thought I would do nothing to push her.

After tea she stood facing the sink washing our plates and cutlery in warm water from a pan over the fire. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her. I pressed myself up against her. I wondered if she would be aware of the hardness of my cock as it pressed into the crack of her bottom. I felt her brace herself and support herself with her hands either side of the sink. And then, ashamed a little that it was inappropriate, I moved away.

Not long after nine o'clock Grace stretched afoot out towards me on the sofa.

'I'm ready for bed,' she said getting to her feet.

I followed, unsure what she meant exactly. Once upstairs she went to the bathroom and when I saw her dark shape pass my door to go to her own room I too went to the bathroom. I then went back to my room and undressed. I was picking up my pyjamas when I glanced up and saw her leaning temptingly in the doorway. A clear, moonlit, windswept sky illuminated in the window behind her enabled me to see enough detail to tell she was naked.

'Put them down,' she said, softly. She walked over and put her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me once again. We kissed, rekindling the flames of my desire, and hers too I knew, before sliding into bed.

Our bodies tangled, seeking unity, enjoying the touch of her breasts, the smoothness of her skin, the firmness of her bottom, as I held her. Grace struggled to move on top of me.

'I want you,' I said quietly. 

'So, I pleased you this morning, then?'

Funny, I realized I hadn't told her what an amazing time I had had or how sexually exciting her body is.

'You were exhilarating, wonderful. I've spent the day wondering if you'd ever let me have you again...'

'There's lots of things I still want us to do together,' she whispered as if she feared who might overhear us. We kissed, our bodies in intimate contact from our tongues to our feet. My hands held her hard young body. I felt so good.

By the moonlight I could just tell that Grace had grinned cheekily at me and had then begun to scuttle down my body until her face reached my crutch. She lifted herself just a little and swirled her tongue around my stiffened rod. 

'All right?' she asked. I nodded in amazement: Jean had never taken any kind of interest in oral sex.

Grace resumed and licked me. I was in a new kind of heaven I had never visited before. Grace continued to suck the end of my cock and I was acutely aware of the pressure of the suction she was devoting to the tip of my penis.

'God, that feels so good,' I whispered.

'Not as good as it is for me,' she replied. 

Grace continued, moving her head and lips up and down the engorged length of me. Rasping her roughened tongue surface on me, driving me to new heights of pleasure. She took all of me into her mouth and throat, moving up and down my shaft.

Eventually, overpowered by the sheer eroticism of what Grace was doing to me, with me, I struggled to warn her I was about to erupt and blast my semen wherever it could penetrate but she took no heed, barely stopping as she sucked and moved increasingly rapidly up and down my pleasured erection.

Inevitably I came and Grace allowed me to ejaculate all over the back of her throat. She swallowed me down and, somehow, I knew she had enjoyed the aftertaste of sexual fulfilment before and I knew she had enjoyed it as she slowly relaxed and tenderly held me. And I her. I was in a land I had always dreamt of reaching one day.


The Flood



The water was rising faster and I was running out of higher places to go. Water was already up to my knees and the chimney was my last resort. Let me start from a bit ago and fill you in. 

"Stephanie! Turn the news back on, what did they say about the dam?"

"Sam, I want to watch "Law and Order"! Fuck the news and the dam!"

"Stephanie, this is important! Now what did they say?"

Stephanie threw the remote down and stormed off upstairs into her room. She can be a bitch, but she's still my best friend. We moved to this small town about a year ago and I love it here! The town of Ares is quite small with only two-hundred people, which is good and bad at the same time. Anyway, I turned the news back on since they had been talking about the dam. All I know is that the dam holds thousands of gallons of water and they check it on a regular basis for leaks. So, I sat down, turned the volume up some, and that's when I heard something. Stephanie ran down the stairs just then, nearly tripping on the last step.

"Stephanie? What was that?"

"Sam, get the fuck out of here; I think the dam just burst!" she yelled as she fumbled with the front door.

"What?"

"Let's go! Now!"

We rushed outside and could see people running all around. Stephanie was right, the dam must have burst and water was flowing down the hill. It was about a mile away, but I could only guess that water would be here in seconds at the rate it seemed to flow. Stephanie took off towards the garage as the water rose to our ankles to get the raft we kept in case of emergencies. Together, we tried getting the door to open but remembered we needed a key. I scrambled inside to grab the key off the table and hurried outside to open the garage. Unfortunately, I dropped the key in the now muddy water and knew we just had to get to higher ground instead.

"The roof Stephanie! We have to get on top of the roof! Let's go!"

"Don! Oh my God, Don!"

"Stephanie! Come with me!"

Stephanie struggled to get towards her new boyfriend Don, who had been standing in the road to get into his life raft, and wouldn't listen to me. The water was getting stronger and rougher by the minute and it was cold! I closed my eyes for just a moment, and when I opened them once again, I screamed in terror. At that moment, I saw the water sweep my best friend and Don off their feet and carry them away. Tears poured down my face while I struggled to get myself up on the roof. I could only pray that I'd be kept safe, so I sat and waited for help. 

Unfortunately, the water wasn't going to wait and it rose faster to where I was. Scrambling, I somehow hoisted myself up onto my chimney and stood there, looking at the destruction all around me, and cried. During the next few hours, or so I believed to be, I saw helpless neighbors and friends get swept away by the flood. A few times, I thought about going down to help them; but knew I just couldn't risk it.

A little while later, I heard a buzzing sound coming from above my head. Looking up, I saw at least five helicopters spread out and men jumping out with something like bungee cords attached to their bodies. They went in different directions, at least thirty that I could count, and were lifting up the people out of the water and pulling them to safety. 

By now, the water was up to my shoulders, and I hoped for my own rescue. Thinking that help was never going to come, I closed my eyes and waited for the water to pull me away, but instead I felt someone put their arms around me and hold me tight. When I turned my head to look behind me, I saw a man attaching something around my waist and attaching a clip or buckle to both of us. He looked to be about thirty, possibly a little older. Tears came to my eyes in relief.

"My name's Mike ma'am, what's yours?"

"Samantha, but call me Sam."

"Ok Sam, here's the plan: I have you hooked to my belt and we're gonna get pulled up into the copter above us. Once we get to land, I have a few supplies in my bag and I'll see to it that you stay warm. Try to stay as still as you can, and you're welcome to put your arms around my neck. I hope you don't mind if I wrap my arms around you so that I can hold you close; is that okay?"

Nodding my head yes, he gave a tug on his cord and the cable started pulling us out of the water. True to his word, he put his arms around my back and held me close to his body. Taking his advice, I put my arms around his neck and laid my head on his shoulder. Looking down, I started to wonder if Stephanie and Don were ok, but then I realized something else was happening; I was getting so fucking aroused by this guy! I pressed my body just a little bit more to his, and he held me tighter and closer to his body. He was pure muscle and smelled of strawberry and kiwi. 

We were halfway to the helicopter, when I felt a drop in my stomach. Looking around, I saw that we had fallen some. Figuring everything was still okay, I laid my head back down and closed my eyes. A few moments later, I felt another drop and noticed we were getting closer to the water instead of the helicopter. Frightened, I went to ask Mike what was wrong, and that's when I noticed the helicopter closest to us was spinning out of control. Seconds later, I screamed in absolute horror when I saw the blade cut a huge gash into the cord that had been pulling Mike into the helicopter. 

"Get your arms at your sides now and your legs straight."

"Why?"

"Just fucking do —" 

The snapping of the cord cut his words off. Quickly, I did as Mike had instructed and felt the cold water once again as we fell into the flooded street. Struggling to keep my head above water, I looked around for Mike and couldn't see him. I wanted to cry, or give up, until I felt strong arms pick me up so that my head, shoulders, and breasts were above water. Turning around, I saw it was Mike and that he was fighting to keep his balance on what looked like to be the outline of a car roof that he was standing on.

"Mike! Are you ok?"

"I'm fine Sam. Are you all right?

"What are you standing on? A car?"

"I don't quite kn —"

The swirling current knocked Mike off his feet and we once again were at the mercy of the water. I tried grabbing onto branches around me but they broke in my hands and I was getting tired fast. Mike swam over to me with a board of wood and hoisted me up on it. It reminded me of "Titanic" except Mike was able to get on top of it as well. Looking around me, I saw life rafts and men all around me rescuing the townspeople. 

I don't know when I shut my eyes, or if I had dozed off, but when I woke up Mike was nowhere to be found and I was laying on the ground somewhere. It took me a minute to realize we were in the woods several miles from my house and I was lying wrapped up in a blanket like a cocoon. The fire that Mike must've built was inviting, so I walked over to it and sat down. That's when I realized I had only my bra and panties on.

"Hey, you're awake, great!" Mike said.

"What the hell?"

"Excuse me?" I could see confusion in Mike's eyes.

"Where are my clothes? Why did you undress me?" 

"The fire over there is warming them up, I couldn't have you go into shock on me or hyperventilate," said Mike.

I realized he was right so I sat down at the fire and began to warm myself. All around me, I saw planks of wood, chairs and other things that the water had destroyed. Branches were scattered everywhere and the water flowed gently like a stream past us. Hell was coming to a slow end, but I still had no clue if my friends were all right. Looking over at Mike, I saw him pull branches and debris out of the way as he opened up his bag and laid three blankets all around. His hair had dried and I saw it was a deep strawberry blonde color. Taking something out, he walked over and handed it to me.

"What's this?" 

"It's a bodysuit and it'll keep you warm for forty-eight hours. I sent up a few flares that I had in my bag, thank God it's waterproof, so by then we should be out of here," Mike explained to me.

"Will it fit me?" I asked as I looked at the bundle with skepticism. 

"It will, it's very form fitting. It's more comfortable without clothes underneath, but either way works.

Mike walked away and I contemplated putting this suit on. It was navy blue and the material inside seemed very soft and comfortable. I undressed the rest of the way and stood there naked for a moment. The fire felt amazing as I started to put the outfit on. Noticing that it had a zipper, I figured it would go in back, so I slipped it on and fumbled behind me for the zipper. That's when I found out that I would need help to get it up.

Walking around, I looked for Mike so I could ask him to help me. I found him behind a tree but just stopped to gaze at him. He had only his boxers on and he truly had muscles all over. Standing there, practically drooling over his body, I watched in anticipation as he took off his boxers. Mike was about six feet tall from what I could only guess and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Of course, I couldn't think of anything to say when he turned around and saw me staring.

"Well Sam, can I help you?" he asked.

"The zipper — I can't get it — help —" 

"You have it on backwards, the zipper goes in front." Mike said with a laugh.

"Well, since you know so much, can you help me?" I said grinning.

He was still naked as he slowly walked over. I slid the suit down, took it off, and held it out to Mike.

"I can help you with your suit if you help me with mine, Sam." 

"Take your time; it was kind of hard to get it on. You know, since it's so form-fitting and all," I said with a smile.

I tossed the suit at him and motioned for him to come over. Having a strong man rescue me was always a fantasy of mine. Having him save me twice, well I just had to fuck him for that. He smiled back at me and set the suit down as he strolled over to where I was. Mike slowly walked around me and kissed my neck. Sliding his hands down my sides, he pulled me closer. I fell against his hard chest and ran my fingers through his thick hair. 

My lips found his and our tongues danced. It was the most passionate, romantic, gentle kissing I had ever had. Mike ran his hands down my back and pulled my body closer. Breaking away from the kiss, he leaned down and began licking my nipples. He cupped one small firm breast while the other hand ventured lower. He pushed my legs open with his knee and ran his thumb over my aching clit. 

"Mike, that feels so good."

"I've only started Sam. We'll be here for quite some time, so just enjoy it."

I threw one arm around his neck as we kissed again and used the other hand to play with his swollen cock. The massaging and tugging made Mike breath quicker so I went a little faster with each pant. His hand wrapped my fingers around his shaft and helped me to jerk it. Mike teased my swollen lips before dipping one finger inside my sopping wet pussy. 

Kneeling down on my knees, I began to lick and playfully bite at his dick He held my head to him as I licked him before sucking him into my hot mouth. Mike groaned a little and started panting again. Putting my arms around his waist, my hands found his tight ass and I began to rub it as I bobbed my head faster and deeper on him.

"Shit Sam, I'm gonna burst!"

A few moments later, he did and I cleaned him off and began to kiss his thighs and work my way back up. I ran my tongue over his rippled stomach as I ventured up to his chest. I licked and softly nibbled at his nipples for a few minutes and then licked from his neck to his mouth and finally had his passionate kisses once more. Breaking off, he got on his knees and gently but firmly held my thighs apart.

"You're fucking good Sam. But now it's my turn."

He started to lick and nip at my clit and then started dragging his tongue all over my pussy. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to me. Taking his hands, he wrapped them around my waist and held me closer to him. After a few minutes, he shoved his tongue deeper and my body went into waves of orgasmic pleasure. Laughing, he picked me up, carried me over to the blanket, and gently put me down.

Being ever so gentle, he laid himself on me and slid his dick into my needy pussy. I gasped as he started to thrust in and out. Mike began to kiss my neck again as he went faster and deeper. I buried my face in his chest as he unloaded in me. Both gasping for breath, I screamed out as I came again. Exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Later we stirred but didn't notice that the helicopters were above us and that the men were waiting for us. Mike and I scrambled to get dressed, and I gave my hero one last goodbye kiss before we parted ways. It turned out that Stephanie and Don had made it to safety but the town had sadly lost thirty-four people in the flood. We'll all move on, but I'll never forget Mike.

(Thanks so much to my editor Lynn ^_^)



The Flood



You know how most gorgeous girls have a not so gorgeous friend....

Well usually I ended up with the ugly one. Except this time, I pulled the beauty, and left her friend in the wake.

Jessica is my girlfriend, I am proud of her; I like the look on other guy's faces when they see us out together. The jealousy and envy. It's the first time this has happened to me; usually get the munter (English word for not so nice).

I don't know what's different this time, but for 6 months Jessica cant get enough of me. I am in heaven...

Just one slight problem. We live 211 miles apart. I live in London, she lives in Liverpool.

For those of you that know the UK... London to Liverpool is normally a 4-hour drive. Not to bad you say especially if it means that you get to bed a sex goddess.

But... London to Liverpool on a Friday night after work is 6-7 hours drive. So I arrive at 1.00am Saturday morning, Jessica is waiting up for me, Nice you say... MMM very nice, apart from her father is also sitting there. 

She lives with her parents, not that they don't like me, they do. What they don't like is the thought of their little girl being seduced by an alien from London. So I get to sleep on the couch... Somewhat restrictive don't you think.

It is still worth the journey; even spending time with Jessica with her parents there is nice, (it would be nicer without them there.) But they do make me feel welcome.

Usually we are left alone at some point, when they go shopping or out in the evening.

Whoosh off come the clothes and we fuck like rabbits, it always seems a bit hurried just in case, but still nice.

We have been trying to engineer a weekend away together somewhere we could be alone. Somewhere we can make love, slowly, sink into each other's bodies without looking over our shoulder. Without the fear of being caught. 

Anyway, remember the Ugly one... Well in all reality she is not that ugly, she is a country girl, big tits, farmers daughter and likes the country life. Jessica met Julia at university. I cant see what they have in common, but friends they are, and solidly so. They chat on the phone for hours, about what I don't know. I must admit I don't really like Julia; she is not my type of woman or person for that matter. Julia, I get the impression is not that keen on me either.

Julia though does have her good points. She has offered us her cottage for a weekend. The cottage is a two up two down, a small farm labourer's cottage that she inherited from her grandfather. Two rooms downstairs, kitchen and living room, two rooms upstairs, bedroom and bathroom.

The bedroom is very small and totally dominated with a large brass bedstead that must have been built in the room.

Julia has three Bull Mastiff dogs, her passion, she shows them on the summer circuit and they often win prizes. A dog show is the reason why the cottage is available for the weekend.

The English summer this year has been wet, the wettest summer on record. It was a Friday afternoon in July that I left work early to catch the train to Evesham in the rain. Julia's cottage is about three miles outside the town in a tiny hamlet near the river. Quite an idyllic spot when the sun shines.

Jessica was driving down from Liverpool later in the afternoon and would arrive about 7.00, I was arriving hopefully at around 5.00, time for me to put the Champagne on ice, And make something nice for Dinner.

Julia said that the key would be on the bird table, as she would be gone by lunchtime.

Hi Im Julia... I don't know what Tom has been saying about me so I thought that you should hear my side of the story as well. To begin with, I don't think Tom likes me, I get the impression that he thinks I am an on the shelf country bumpkin, without a life, let alone a sex life. I do have a life, and a sex life, ask the man in Evesham that I have been seeing for almost a year... Perhaps you had better not... he is married! His wife might find out.

In my opinion, Tom is too full of himself, too confident; he spends too much time at the gym working on his near perfect body. I bet he waxes his body hair... Yuck.... Mind you he does have a nice arse.

Jessica is my friend, a good friend, a friend I value above all else, so if Tom comes with the package, so be it, I will be pleasant with him for Jessica's benefit.

The Friday that this story is about started out OK. Until the rain started. My business, which runs from the outbuildings at the back of the house. I sell paper products on the Internet. Mainly to businesses that use a lot of disposable paper goods.

My plan was to work in the morning, just to send out some orders, then to leave at lunchtime, taking the dogs to the West of England Dog Show. I got a call at lunchtime telling me that the show had been cancelled due to the abnormal weather. 

What do I do nowhere to go? My friend and her boyfriend have planned non-stop sex in my bedroom... 

I phoned Jessica and explained about the show being cancelled, we agreed that the weekend would still go ahead, they could have my room; I would sleep on the couch with some earplugs.

The day became disastrous at about 4.00. The banks of the river collapsed, thousands of gallons of water where rising up to my outbuildings. I had thousands of pounds worth of paper goods sitting on the floor on pallets. I had to start moving quickly, I moved as many boxes as I could up to higher racking, but I was fighting a loosing battle.

Fortunately Tom turned up.... He was somewhat surprised to see me, not expecting me to be there. But I will give him due praise for the way hey just got stuck in and helped.... By 6.00 we had cleared the floor just as the water started to seep in.

"What about the house?" Tom asked, "Will the water level rise that high?"

"The cottage has been here for 180 years, and as far as I know it has never flooded."

We retreated to the house, but made sure to keep an eye on water levels.

Within half an hour the outbuilding where under a foot of water, at this stage I did start to worry.

"We had better put some sand bags at the doors to be on the safe side"

We filled bag after bag in the rain. We where soaked to the skin, but we managed to seal the doors.

As we got back inside, Jessica phoned, Evesham and the surrounding area had been cut off by the flood, she couldn't get through and had been turned back by the police.

So here was I stuck in my little cottage with three dogs (who normally live outside in a pen) and a morose, sulking wet man, who I couldn't help but feel sorry for.

Julia went to have a bath. I stood there soaking wet, not knowing what to do, could I get back to London Tonight? Not much hope of that till the water recedes.

Then just to make the day perfect... The fucking power went off....

Candles on the mantelpiece. Lit those, Lit the log fire. Stripped out of my wet clothes, put on some clean dry boxer shorts, and stood in front of the fire to get dry and warm up.

Julia Shouted from Upstairs. "Tom can you bring me a candle, I can't see a thing"

I took one of the candles of the side and took it upstairs; Julia was waiting wrapped in a big towel. "The shower is electric, so you cant use that, the bath water is heated by electricity, so the only water available is mine, take it or leave it"

I took it. First time I have shared bathwater since my sister and I where little... Apart from a joint bath that Jessica and I shared.

I went back downstairs, just rapped in a towel, as my bag was downstairs, Julia was sitting there in a knee length lacy cotton nightgown, with buttons down the front. 

She was drinking my Champagne...

"Was a shame to see it go to waste, do you want a glass? Have you bought any pyjamas?" she said with a laugh. "Do you want a T shirt or something?"

Whilst she was getting the T shirt, I dried of and put my boxer shorts back on, She came down with a big white T shirt, bit big for me but comfortable.

So that was the evening, we sat not saying much, eating toast cooked over the fire, drinking Champagne at first then we downed a bottle of left over port.

"Well Im off to bed, the couch is all yours, I will throw you a quilt down"

And off she went.

The couch was acctually comfortable, and I had no trouble going to sleep, I just wasn't expecting to be sharing a room with three dogs.

I woke at around 1.00am, a wet Bull Mastiff jumped on to me.... The water had got through the sand bags; there was around two inches of water sloshing around the flagstones.... I had to wake Julia....

We spent the next half hour moving stuff that wasn't ruined off the floor; problem was in such a small cottage finding places to put stuff was difficult. Apart from the couch that was soaking and beyond saving the only other large thing was the TV and stand, this we decided was best put on top of the small kitchen table.

As we bent to lift it, I had one of those moments, you look up and in front of me was Julia, bent at the waist, nightgown gaping open. In the candle light that we had I could see her large breasts swinging forward, and between the gap of her cleavage I could see right through to the floor... Just visible was a dark triangle of hair...

It only lasted for a second, but the picture was there....

I am sure that Tom was looking at me, and for some strange reason I didn't mind. I wasn't doing it on purpose; at that time the important thing was to salvage what we could, the rest I could sort out tomorrow. Right now I just needed some painkillers to stave off the hangover from the Port and to go back to sleep. 

"Tom you have two choices, No three choices, sleep down here on the wet couch, sleep upstairs on the floor with the dogs, or share my bed with me. That is not an invitation!!!..."

Tom said "well as I see it I only have one choice if you do not mind? And please do you have any paracetamol? That Port was a mistake.

I think I had only slept for about two or three hours, dawn was just breaking and it was hot in the small room with the body heat of two people and three dogs, the cover had been cast aside. Tom lay to my left, just wearing white cotton boxer shorts sleeping like a baby, literally, on his back, arms above his head, his feet where together but his knees where apart, he looked like an upside down frog. He was breathing deeply but quietly....

In the dim light I studied his physique, he really was well built, not an ounce of fat and he really did have pronounces stomach muscles, he must have spent a lot of time working out. His cock was visable as an outline through his shorts; it looked quite big, big and soft, curling away from me.

I don't know why I did it but I did, it was one of those things you do without thinking, and I was curious to see how he would react. I undid the top button of my night gown, and feigning movement in my sleep, I closed my eyes turned close towards him, lifted my leg over his knee, let my arm fall over his stomach with my hand on his short waist band. The result of my turning pushed my right breast out of my nightgown and fell onto his chest. I moaned gently as in sleep.

It felt nice being close to him, and it was nice being safe, I couldn't get into trouble for my actions. Hi knee was under my thigh, his chest felt warm under my breast, my hand was only an inch from his cock... My pelvic muscles felt warm.... I just lay still and pretended to sleep.

At first I though I was dreaming, but no I was awake. Julias top button on her nightgown had come undone and in her sleep she had turned over and spread herself over me. Her right breast was resting on my chest, I was sandwiched under her thigh, my knee had pushed up her nightdress and this time I really could see her pubic mound. Her hand was resting gently on my stomach, it felt nice. I was taken by the urge to touch her breast and to squeeze her erect nipple.

Having these thought and seeing what I was seeing was having an effect on me, my cock was starting to get hard, it was creeping up to where Julia's hand was... I knew I should move away, but I didn't want to loose the moment. Risk was she would wake and find me looking at her with an erection that was almost in her hand.

I decided that the best ploy was to pretend to be asleep, if asleep I couldn't be accused of attacking her in bed. I couldn't turn away as my knee was trapped, so the only option was to turn towards her, that way her hand would move away from my cock and on to my hip.

In his sleep Tom turned slightly to face me, his knee pushed so I eased up my leg slightly so that his thigh moved up and pressed up against my vagina, which was slowly swelling and getting wet, I had an urge to press myself on to him, I wanted my clitoris to feel the pressure of his skin. I resisted the urge, I just lay there for a while, still pretending to be asleep. As he moved my hand slid over his body to his hip, his cock seemed to fall forward and was pointing at me, looking somewhat bigger. Perhaps morning glory was starting to happen.

My breasts where almost touching his chest, one inside my nightgown, one outside. My erect nipple pointing at him, begging to be touched. 

I was getting a little breathless, had butterflies in my tummy. I had to resist the urge to make something happen I needed to turn away, control myself.

As I turned towards Julia, her hand slid across to my hip, away from my growing cock, hopefully I could relax now, and control myself. As my leg moved under Julia, the weight of her lifted slightly and my leg moved up under her thigh, my thigh ended up pressed between her legs, I could feel her bush, I dare not move for fear of waking her up...

God this was hard, I wasn't sure what to do... Sleep on, that is the best course of action.... Just apologise if caught, it happened in my sleep, surely I can't be blamed for that.

What was making matters worse my cock was taking over; there was an absence of sex over the last few weeks I had even forgone masturbation saving myself for Jessica.

Keep your eyes closed pretend to sleep, breath deeply............

I awoke sometime later, it was light. Julia was standing in front of the window, looking out. The light was shining through her nightgown, I could see the silhouette of her body she turned and said.

"Sorry did I wake you?"

She turned and looked back out.

"we are in the middle of a lake, nothing but water, the only dry land is a little hummock by the lane. I am going to have to take the dogs out"

With that she left and went downstairs with the dogs in tow.

I got up and looked out of the window, sure enough, water everywhere. Within a few seconds, Julia came out of the front door, wearing a raincoat, she was wearing Wellington boots, but already the water was at the top of them, and seeping inside, she set of towards the small hill. The dogs where running and jumping through the water, they didn't seem to mind at all. 

At the time that Julia reached the hill, a farm tractor came down the lane, or stream as it looked, he stopped about 20 yards away from Julia, they seemed deep in conversation. At that point my phone rang, it was Jessica...

"Where are you, what has happened?"

"I am still at Julia's, stranded. We have all camped in the bedroom, Julia her three dogs and me, she is out letting them take a leak. Where are you? I miss you."

"I am back in Liverpool, it was hell, the traffic was a nightmare, I was only about 4 miles away from you when I was turned back by the police. Is it really bad, it looks it on the news, miles of land is under water. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, I am not sure if I can get anywhere, Julia is talking to a farmer outside, he may have some news. Listen I am going to have to go, my battery is about to fade, we have no power so I cant re-charge it... Take care I love you."

"I love you too... be nice to Julia...."

Then she was gone.

I went downstairs, just still wearing my boxer shorts, hoping to find my bag.... Oh shit. It was under water, about a foot of dirty river water was sloshing around the floor. Even dried out my clothes would be ruined, worst part was that I had only what I stood in. As I stood there Julia returned.

"If you are quick, the farmer from down the lane will give you a lift to the village community centre, they have opened it up as a temporary relief shelter, they have a generator and electricity, you will be better off there. I am not going, I can't leave the dogs, and I am staying."

"I don't think I can go dressed just like this.... This is all I have. If it is ok with you can I stay here, stick it out until the water recedes.?"

"According to the farmer, although it has stopped raining, it will still get worse before it gets better. We still have water, but we are not sure for how long, one of the water treatment works has been flooded, we could loose the supply at any time."

"I am still staying if you don't mind, we can fill some buckets and things whilst we still have some water."

"Ok wait here."

Julia went back outside to speak to the farmer, she came back a few minutes later.

"he is going to bring us a camping stove and some fresh milk and bread, he will be back soon. Can you help me get these boots off?"

I was glad Tom wanted to stay, after last night I liked having him around. Apart from that being here alone, even with the dogs, trapped and unable to do anything wouldn't be nice on my own.

I took of my raincoat, and sat on the stairs.

"Tom you will have to stand in the water, the boots are full and I can't get them off."

Tom stood on the floor, I sat about 3 steps up, and when he bent his head was level with my waist. I lifted my leg up and said "hold the heel and pull" He obliged, but the boot was firmly stuck as it created a vacuum.

" You have to lift your leg higher, drain some of the water out." He said.

I bunched my nightdress up and pushed it between my legs, held my thigh and lifted higher, nice all the water ran down my thigh and soaked me to the waist....

Tom Laughed. "Ok let's try again

I lowered my leg, Tom grabbed the heel and this time with a plop it came off.... One down one to go....

"OK same again."

I lifted my right leg this time, same scenario, water everywhere... But the boot came off...

"Thank you, its good that you stayed or I would have been wearing these damn boots all week. Next time it's barefoot.... Now I got to go and change, and have a wash. 

As Julia spoke to me from three steps up, I was directly in line with her waist, I couldn't help but look at her bush... The bottom of her nightdress was soaking, and clinging to her body, I could see straight through, I was so close to her. I could see all the detail as if she was naked. She had a short but neatly trimmed bush, dark and curly, it tapered to a v between her legs, around the clitoral area it stopped, I wasn't sure if it naturally stopped or if she had shaved...

I don't think I hid my indiscretion well, I think she saw me looking, it was the way she just looked at me before running up the stairs.. Not a disgusted look but not a look that said take me i'm yours.

I saw Tom looking at me, My nightdress was wet and clinging in all the wrong places, I felt embarrassed, I am not at ease with my body, I am big boned, and would like to have Jessica's figure, but that was never going to happen....

I was worried, was he looking in disgust, or out of interest. Anyway I found it a turn on.

The water in the bathroom was so cold, I put of the wash until we could boil some water, and I just stripped of my nightdress and put on my dressing gown... At least I had something to wear, Tom had nothing, I couldn't think what he could have of mine that would (a) fit him, or (b) he wouldn't look ridiculous in.

Tom was back in the bedroom, he had a towel and was drying his feet off...




The Flood



We slept together. We matched, we fitted together like Russian dolls; I felt we belonged as no others. She was mine in every sense and she wanted so to be and guilt was banished to the ends of consciousness, even to the ends of our mutual imaginations....

ooo000ooo

Next morning Grace slipped from the bed and moved naked across the room to retrieve her dressing gown from the handle of the wardrobe door. She looked my way and somehow sensing my thoughts she said: 'What?'

'Would you mind just staying as you were? You're so beautiful to watch.'

She smiled and lifted the satin dressing gown off her shoulders, letting it glide to the floor. She looked radiant in the soft morning light.

'Is that better, sir?' she asked.

I nodded and smiled. She set off down the stairs and, equally naked myself, I followed her seconds later. She was starting to stoke the fire and get ready to boil some water. We both remained naked over breakfast. Grace said she wished she could have a hot shower. I said that would be fun. She blushed but added: 'Yes, I'd like that.'

We had to get dressed really as we both knew we needed to make the trek up to the coal store once again. I even wondered about trying to get away in the car to get some provisions: we were running low on fresh food like milk, bread and eggs. I realized, however, when I gave it just a little thought, that I would get no further than the edge of the village in one direction and no further than the bridge over the River Swale in the other.

Nonetheless we needed coal and firewood and we set off with our buckets. We had no real trouble this time and only got our legs wet and very cold. Grace had lots of hot water ready and some flannels to warm us up. Even a cup of hot tinned soup was ready for us on our return.

Lunch was pretty good - all things considered. We managed to do scrambled egg with tinned salmon and the stale bread seemed fine well toasted! Grace had a pan of warm water to wash up with and she lifted it off the rack over the fire and carried it through to the kitchen. I followed about a minute later, I suppose, with the plates and our knives and forks. She must have heard me enter the kitchen as she was standing at the sink facing the window with her back to me.

'Just put them down on the kitchen table for now,' she said quite firmly. 

I half turned, put everything down and then turned back her way. In that brief moment Grace had pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor at her feet. Without turning again she said: 'Get undressed and come here.'

I did as she asked and took the three steps necessary to come close to her. Grace placed her hands out wide on the work surface, supporting herself. 

'Come nearer,' she said. 'Push my jeans down.'

I did as she said, pushing them down. I passed my hand around in front of her and gently fingered her hot, wet cunt. Grace was very aroused, I knew instantly.

'It's all right. I've done this before,' she said. She pushed her small, round tight bottom out towards me slightly as I pushed my body up against her, my penis just pushing into the crack of her ass cheeks. I was very excited and as hard as iron as I pushed into my daughter's willing anus.

'Hold me,' she said. I grasped her hips and pulled her lower body back slightly towards me. 

'Push, little pushes,' she moaned, almost purring with pleasure and, maybe, a slight nervousness. 'I want you,' she whispered as she felt my paternal rod reach the target zone of her anal doorway. I paused to enjoy the tempting moment. I knocked on the doorway, pushing hard but not too hard.

Grace moaned again and then surprised me by saying. 'Come in, come in now,' quite authoritatively. I thrust hard, intelligence and love succumbing to brute desire.

'I want you,' I said, gritting my teeth as I thrust again and Grace screamed, just a little intimate scream as my penis crossed the Rubicon of normal relationships and I broached the privacy of a new penetration. I was taking my daughter and she was consenting to it. I knew I could not contain the eroticism of this possession for long as I humped more and more uncontrollably as she groaned with each thrust of her hard young hips against the kitchen work surface. My hard, well greased cock was pleasuring itself as it rammed up and down her asshole, each hard thrust fulfilling pent up desires and fantasies - for both of us maybe. 

That I might be hurting her failed to cross my mind as my orgasm ripped through me and my lust climaxed with ejaculation inside her. I screamed 'God, yes' unoriginally as I came and she slumped against the sink unit. I tried to hold her; I told how wonderful she was and she seemed to relax in my arms. 

I had no wish for it to end and I continued to gently push and thrust, enjoying this new possession of my wonderful girl. Grace fingered herself, seeking climax and our fingers joined inside her. I felt her shudder.

ooo000ooo

We spent the afternoon tidying the house. Mid-afternoon was fine and sunny so we decided to go for a walk and see how near to the village we could get. Leaving the immediate area around the house was straightforward now as the floodwater was down to a couple of inches. We trampled through in our still damp trainers. We hadn't gone far when we heard incredibly loud engine noises. I looked up into the sky, seeking a helicopter or the like but Grace nudged me on the arm.

Coming around the bend in the river, which was still not properly back between its banks, two powerful army inflatable craft were roaring upstream. They powered down and they came to stop beside us.

'Lieutenant Chalmers, sir, madam. Are you from the house?' He pointed to our home that was still just in sight.

'That's right, lieutenant,' I replied. 'I'm Allan Johnson. This is my daughter, Grace.'

'Good. My men and I have some provisions for you.' 

There were eight soldiers in total. 

'It will probably be another eighteen to twenty-four hours before all the roads are open. Telephone lines are still down but we hope to get power back on line this evening so you'll be able to charge your mobile phones up. Do you want to come on board and we'll run you home?'

Grace grinned. 'Yes, that will be fun.' She stepped aboard.

'I'll jog back,' I said. I realised that however wonderful a time we had had, Grace was right to enjoy a bit of company and the thrill of being transported home by boat by an army detail.

Back at the house the men unloaded boxes with eggs, bread, milk. There were cooked chicken pieces and some cereals too. Even a bottle of wine, lettuce, tomatoes and some chocolate. And finally some newspapers. It felt like Christmas. We said our goodbyes and 'thank-yous' and as we heard them roar away Grace went straight for the chocolate.

ooo000ooo

It felt like a Christmas feast that evening even though we were still cooking over the open fire and the food we had was fairly standard fare. But with the wine there was an inner glow that we shared. Grace insisted she would clear away and wash up. Before I sat down in my armchair I went to build up the fire so it would burn brightly for another couple of hours.

When Grace returned she strode like an eland across the room. I was sure somehow that her legs had become even longer since we had been together. I watched entranced as she passed me, totally naked once more, and lay down across the sheepskin rug in front of the fire, bathing her body in its orange glow. 

'Hello, dad,' she said. 'Care to join me?'

I got up and lay down beside her. We kissed, gently. Grace began to undress me. I lay on my back whilst she opened my shirt and unfastened the belt of my trousers. She giggled as she struggled to remove my jeans. Eventually I was naked too and we lay together and played with each other's body: I sucked and tugged on Grace's distended nipples until she grunted at the incipient pain. She squeezed my hardness in response. She nibbled my own tiny pearl-like nipples too. I made to come over on top of her and we hugged and pressed ourselves together. 

Grace realised I was about to penetrate her and stopped me.

'No, wait,' she said, moving out from under me and getting onto all fours in front of the hearth. 'Now come onto me, dad.'

I positioned myself over her and like a dog with a bitch on heat I thrust my penis up into Grace's cunt. As I pushed I felt her responsive lust push back in reply. We fucked rhythmically, gathering pace and sweating in the heat that came off the fire. 

Grace whispered: 'Enter me the other way, now, please. I want it, I want you like that...'

Her voice trailed away as I pulled out of her and she clearly braced her body for the shock of an anal penetration. To an extent, however, she was not new to this and clearly loved being used by a man in this way. Grace encouraged me, telling me when to thrust hard as I entered her. We both came soon after I had built up once more to a copulative rhythm, which was tiring us both. I spasmed as I ejaculated brilliantly into her.

We lay quiet a while. Grace went off to the bathroom - in the dark, of course. I followed minutes later and went to bed. I found Grace in my bed already. She put my arms around me and we snuggled together in the pitch-blackness. It was a cloudy night this time and there was no light. Grace began to talk...

'I want to tell you all about me, dad, I mean about how I really am, so you will understand...'

I said nothing, but I kissed her gently and gently pushed my chest and legs against her back and the backs of her long legs. I felt her return the pressure of shared confidences. She resumed...

'Nik taught me how to enjoy life, how to be proud of myself, of my body - how to enjoy my own sexuality and I will always thank him for that. He taught me how to feel real physical pleasure, the kind of pleasures we have enjoyed so totally for the last few days, dad. He opened my mind to the possibilities of my own sexual imagination and he enabled imagination and reality to meet in glorious sexual fulfilment... It all started one night at Bridget's eighteenth birthday party. Nik and I had been together for a while and I had grown in personal and sexual confidence with him.'

She was silent, as if waiting for my disapproval or encouragement to continue.

'You don't have to tell me this,' I offered.

'But I want to, if you want to listen.'

'You know I'm listening, Grace,' I answered softly, squeezing her hand.

'Well, it was very late and most people had left. There were five or six couples sprawled around the lounge, making out in one way or another. Tim and Melissa, our best friends, were close by. Nik and I had been kissing and touching each other: I was very turned on and I was expecting to make love once we got home. I wanted to, badly.'

Part of me wanted to say: 'Go on' - but I decided to let Grace take her time and not make her feel rushed. She continued:

'Nik began, slowly and very sensuously, to unfasten the buttons on my blouse. His fingers sought my nipples - I wasn't wearing a bra - and he continued until all the buttons were undone. If he had told me he was going to do it I would have refused to let him. But in fact I found I enjoyed it. No, that's not the right word - but it turned me on even more. I certainly didn't mind. I knew people were looking at me, looking at my breasts as Nik fingered my erect nipples. I just lay back as he kissed me again. And for a while I just remained like that - exposed.'

Grace went quiet and then she whispered: 'I had learnt that I enjoyed it.'

I held her in the dark. After a moment, reassured I hope, as I gently kissed her on the back of the neck, she started to tell me more about herself...

'That was on a Friday night, I think. Anyway next day when we were out alone together Nik apologised for what he had done. I was honest and I told him how excited he had made me. I told him I had enjoyed it. By then I felt more confident that enjoyment was the right word for how I felt.

Nik said little at first but - I don't know, it may have been a few days later before he said anything more. When he did, he asked me: 'Would you want me to do it again?'

I nodded.

'Or show more of you?' he asked. I remember clearly that I couldn't vocalise my answer. All I did know was that even talking about it, thinking about Nik undressing me when there were other people around aroused me instantly. It wasn't about having sex with other people, it never was or would be. But there's something in me that wants to... well, the best way of describing it that I ever found when talking about it to Nik was that I like sharing the affection I have with my partner with others who I want to watch me.' Grace paused briefly. 'I like to be watched.'

She was silent.

I held her for a long time. 'It's all right, Grace, it's all right,' I murmured. I felt her press her body back against mine as we lay together, cocooned by the night. 

'So at the next party, when it was really late and lots of people had already left, everyone was sitting or leaning against a wall or glued to their partner in an armchair, Nik began to unbutton my dress again. He didn't warn me. He just did it. I had put on a summer dress, which unbuttoned down the front. I knew I was virtually willing it to happen. It was consent by dress code, if you like.' Grace giggled a little. 'Nik paused after three buttons and looked at me. I nodded and moved my face to his and as we kissed I felt his hand pass inside my dress and grasp one of my tits. I opened my eyes and looked into his.

Soon the dress was completely unbuttoned but it still covered me. Nik frowned at me and I sensed the question in his mind. 'Move it,' I said. 

Nik moved the dress to either side of me and I lay, leaning against the wall, my arms still in the armholes of this sleeveless dress. But otherwise I was naked for all to see. And I felt fabulous, I wanted to fuck, to be fucked. I wanted Nik.

I don't know what made them move but then Tim and Melissa came across to be with us. Melissa, clothing fully intact, leaned against Nik's shoulder with her back to the wall. As far as Nik and I knew they weren't yet lovers but I felt they might be soon. Tim sat cross-legged in front of me. I didn't mind him looking at me and when he stretched forward slightly and placed his hand on my outstretched ankle, I didn't mind that either.

I felt Nik wanted to ask me something. I looked into his eyes and I said: 'As you like it, Nik.' We kissed and as we broke apart Nik said to Tim: 'Touch her wherever you would really like to touch her, Tim.'

I simply turned my head to Nik and continued to kiss him. Nik's hands were on my breasts. I felt Tim's fingers touch my cunt lips, cautiously, unsure, hesitant. I turned to him and smiled. Tim's fingers pressed more firmly against my labia. I was very aroused by now and didn't really care who was watching me as long as it didn't stop. 'Push inside,' I told Tim. Two fingers were shoved up inside me. I gasped and I couldn't stop myself, I came. I came and came. I moaned into Nik's mouth as I let Tim finger me. Eventually I lay still, panting, sweating. Tim sat up and I just let people see me.

When we got home that night our lovemaking was wild, wilder than anything before. I told him I adored everything he made me do and we both pleasured each other more than once before we fell into a sticky sleep.

There were some parties where that sort of thing didn't happen or when we didn't want to stop too late but one Saturday evening after a few weeks we were on our way to a party where we both knew we would probably end up as a small group of close friends, not drunk but warm and happy, in the early hours. And Nik knew I wouldn't mind if he made me put on a show. In fact I hoped he would.

No-one ever commented about us but a few more of our friends seemed to have stayed on this time, but only a few. I surprised Nik, I think, by starting to undress him first. It took a long time before we were both naked. We explored each other's body with our eyes and tongue and hands. 

Nik was on top of me, kissing me; I had my arms around his neck as we sought to increase the intimacy of our contact. Nik told me to turn over. He pulled me more up onto my knees and I realised what he had in mind. Slowly he probed with his penis at my anus and began to put pressure on my tightness. We had done this before and he knew I tolerated it well.

He entered me quite abruptly but I pushed back working my lower body back towards him so as to increase the pleasure feelings of his rod inside me. 

The room was silent and I was aware I was being watched and I felt good about it. Nik continued to plough firmly and consistently into me and I felt I responded well to him. He certainly made me feel so as he told me what a fantastic woman I was for him.  

I didn't achieve my own personal orgasm just then but I felt pleased to have satisfied his desires as he pumped his semen deep, deep into me. We relaxed and slowly relapsed down to the carpet together. He turned me again so I faced the faces watching me. He held me tightly, kissed me and told me there couldn't be anything better anywhere in the entire universe.

'Foolishly, I believed him,' she added, a note of regret in her voice.

I had no idea what to do. In fact I probably did something extremely foolish; I moved my fingers to her cunt and began to push into her, my girl, my beautiful, beautiful girl. I felt her tense and then relax.

'Wait,' she said. 'just wait until I've finished. I'm nearly there.'

She began again:

'Tim and Melissa scuttled across to us. I saw that Mel was clearly excited, her hair dishevelled, her blouse mostly unbuttoned. She leant into Nik. Tim was stripped to the waist and I sensed the sharp intake of breath of someone who was sexually excited and breathing in shallow gasps. He reached out for me.

'No,' said Nik. 'Strip off first if you want her,' he told him.

'The words 'if you want her' turned me to liquid nirvana. I wanted it, whatever Nik said. I wanted Nik to tell me to do something with Tim. I wanted it madly. I don't know what but I have never been so aroused - ever - not until [and she whispered again] not until you dried me in the kitchen after we went for the coal the first time, dad.'

Tim stood and unbuckled his belt, lowered his jeans and revealed his erect cock to me. It was long, sinuous and hard. It was ready.

'Fuck her for us,' Nik said. Tim knelt before me as I spread my legs wide before him. I was mesmerised by Nik's commands and by the sight of Tim's cock. 'Fuck her, Tim.'

Tim was staring at me. I stared back and reached out a hand to his. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

'Do as you're told - if you want to,' I added.

Tim moved forward as Nik pushed me further down so I was nearly prone but still nestling between his thighs. His hands were still holding my breasts.

'How far can you go?' Nik asked.

'As far as you ask,' I replied. I turned to Nik and we kissed again, for a long time, leaving Tim wondering, I expect.

Eventually I turned to him and said: 'Come inside me, Tim.' I coaxed him with a beckoning smile.

He moved forwards between my thighs and I felt them push against the insides of mine. I felt his cock and his pubic hair brush against me. I felt his glans nudging the gateway of my sex and of my mind.

'Love me, Tim,' I said simply. 

Tim surged amateurishly up into me, jerking his pelvis as his cock gained access to me. I responded, telling him to slow and push more firmly, longer, harder. We fucked and this time he and I came together, fucking into a climax of shared lust - not love. But we shagged properly and I will always share a feeling of almost conspiratorial love for Tim. 

We did it because we wanted to. We wanted each other and I wanted to please Nik. I wanted him to watch me do it. And I did. He did. It doesn't seem a bad feeling to me, to want to please your partner. There's a lot worse than that in the world, dad.' 




The Flood



She stopped. The oracle was silent.

'It never happened again,' she added.

We lay there. I felt but I wasn't sure - I felt she wept a little. I told her, I loved her. She told me she loved me very much.

'And you, Grace, would you ever have him back if Nik came back and asked for you?' I asked.

'Yes,' I would; I would forgive him and I still love him deep down but there would be one condition, a very important one,' she replied.

'What?' I whispered.

'He would need to know that we are lovers and that I would still want to remain your frequent lover alongside any relationship with him.'

'And if he said no?'

'Then he didn't want me badly enough to get me,' she said quite loudly.

Suddenly we heard voices and we both sat up, startled. Grace understood first.

'Look,' she said, 'the bathroom light's come on. The TV must be on downstairs! We've got power again!'

We went round the house turning some things on and others off; I relit the central heating boiler and left it on continuously to warm the house and heat up some water. We went back to bed just before midnight.

Grace asked me to make love to her. I can't pretend she found our love-making as wonderful an experience as I did. It felt like I was possessing a wild cavorting young deer -all legs and bursting vibrancy. But I will tell you no more of that. This time was for Grace and me only. We slept as one, entwined somehow.

We slept soundly and never heard Jean arrive home; in fact we never heard her come upstairs and look in on us as we lay there. She went quietly back downstairs and waited a while. Later she began to clatter about the kitchen hoping we would hear her. We did. Grace put her robe on and went downstairs. I followed, having quickly dressed, a few minutes later. As I came downstairs I heard Jean say: 'So in spite of it all you've had a good time really, the two of you?'

'A wonderful time, mum.'

They must have heard me coming down the stairs. We talked about the flood and how we got so wet and cold and then openly about how we warmed each other. I sensed no hurt from Jean and yet she clearly realised Grace and I were now lovers.

I said I would take Jean's two suitcases upstairs. When I came down Jean and Grace were standing in the bay window. Jean had her arm round Grace's waist.

'It will all be just fine, I promise,' I heard Jean say.

I decided to leave them to it and get some fresh air. I started to force my feet into my still damp trainers. I never bothered to undo the laces, I just wedged my feet into them and picked up a couple of buckets. As I put my hand on the door handle to step outside I heard the phone ring.

I paused. Grace answered: 'Hi, yes, it's been a long time... yes, we're all fine.'

......................[I couldn't hear the caller, of course]

'No it didn't reach the house. Thanks for ringing, by the way.'

......................

'Next weekend? I'm not sure yet.'

And so I opened the door and stepped outside, wondering, just wondering if...maybe... I closed the house door and set off down the path for the fuel store to get wood and coal. 

To keep our fire alight.

The End



The Floor



I was on the floor when I first saw him. Not literally mind you, I was making a presentation on management skills and fun in the workplace to a state-networking group. He walked in a bit late, after I had already begun the presentation. As he sat down in the back of the room... I paused for a moment in my speech. Getting distracted was something I had never done before.

Come on... I was a professional; I should not be losing any thought to a late arrival. He was not even good looking, not in any conventional sense. He was balding, with short black hair trimmed in a manner that neither detracted attention from his baldness, nor emphasized it. His nose had been broken at least once, and he had deep set eyes, in a tanned, weathered face. I did not even try to guess his age. He was tall, 6'4" at least. Yet even that did not make him stand out that much. It was his presence. He walked in a room and you noticed. It's that simple. I chalked it up to a good entrance, and continued my presentation.

It was about 10 minutes later that I felt his eyes. Now, I have felt men's eyes on me before. I am a trainer, and have made presentations and conducted sessions in front of a number of groups over the 2 years I had been working in the field. I am not an unattractive woman, and I know this. My looks are not something to put me into a Victoria's Secret catalogue, but I was no Plain Jane either. At 5'11", I stood out enough. I have shoulder length auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a luscious mouth. I am a size 10, mostly because of my curves. I have a tough time finding clothes that will fit someone 38-25-37. As it is a 36D bra is tough enough to find. Hence the other part of my attraction. It seems to be more subtle on a person my height though. Anyway... I was used to men's eyes, but for some reason I could not get used to his.

I was co-presenting with a coworker, and it was time for his part of the presentation. I stood back and let him take the floor. As I stood on the sidelines, it was easier to scan the audience without the lights in my eyes. As I looked about, my eyes locked onto his. Damn, he was brazen to completely ignore the presenter and look straight at me. He was not even pretending an interest in the words of my associate. He had this sexy grin on his face, something that announced to me what his thoughts were as he looked so intensely at me. I saw his eyes move in a slow downward motion, taking in every detail of my appearance. From my black linen jacket, to the red lace v-neck top underneath; from my slim black linen skirt, to the hose on my legs. His grin got wider and I almost thought he could tell they were thigh-highs, and not pantyhose. His gaze traveled all the way down to my 3 inch heels with their flirty straps. My skin tingled the entire time, always intensely in the area his eyes lingered.

Why was I reacting this way? I had been married, divorced, and dated a lot of different men. I had made love, had sex and even fucked a few of them. None of them... not even my ex-husband, had ever made me tingle with just a look. The part of the meeting we were presenting was winding to a close. Our host thanked us and we moved to a table in the back. My co-worker, George, said he had some stuff to do at the office, then he was calling it quits to go home to his very pregnant wife. I let him know that anything I planned to do was at home anyway... so I was not even coming in after the meeting. He gathered his things and left.

I was doing my utmost to ignore HIM, and turned to focus in on the remainder of the meeting. I don't know how, considering he never made a sound, but I knew when he moved next to me. Yet I still jumped when his breath hissed in my ear.

"Are you afraid of me?" He whispered.

"No, I am not afraid of you. Just attempting to ignore you." I was hoping my sarcasm would scare him off. His deep soft chuckle told me otherwise.

"Sexy and mouthy. Good. I hate simpering females." His smile was audible in his voice. I still would not look. "Obviously your attempting to ignore me is not working though. Otherwise you would look at me to show your disdain." A challenge had been issued. Did I dare? He was devastating at a distance, what would he be like up close? I screwed my face into my favorite disdainful, bored look and began to turn my head. As I did I felt his leg brush mine under the table. Heat arced like summer lighting to my leg and traveled strait to my crotch. Oh shit.

I closed my eyes and breathed deep in order to calm myself. I could hear his breathing change minutely as well. It came slower, raspy, as if he were attempting control. My arm rested on the table next to him, palm down. He moved his arm closer. The heat from his body wafted off of him. I felt as if I was standing next to the fire, and I wanted to jump in. He moved his hand to mine. They were now next to each other. As close as they could get without actually touching. He spread his fingers and arced his pinky finger to touch mine. The light touch was barely noticeable... yet I felt the imprint he left. A red-hot iron on my skin could not have been felt with any more emphasis than this slight caress. My breath caught in my throat.

"Look at me." He did not ask, he commanded. I had thought it was his presence that was commanding of attention, it truth, it was everything about him. All the cells in my body rebelled at turning my head, knowing somehow the affect it would have on me. I knew somewhere deep inside myself that if I looked at him, I would never be the same again. My life would be forever altered; changed by a man I did not yet know.

My eyes closed, my chin lifted a little; as if I was looking at the ceiling. I began to turn my head in a downward arc, without the will to stop. I could feel his hot breath on my face like an encompassing steam. It smelled of mint and coffee and man. I could not open my eyes.

"Look. At. Me." He punctuated each word as if it were it's own sentence. The power of the man... not the words made my eyelids lift slowly, as if I was coming out of a deep sleep and did not wish to awaken. I looked. I held my breath and looked.

Everyone has heard the expression, "felt as if I hit a brick wall". I don't think I truly comprehended the physical meaning of that statement until this moment. I was dazed, in a stupor; my whole body throbbed in tandem with the beat of my heart. I felt bruised, achy, and sore. My neck was arched in this awkward position and protested with a pain. I lifted my head to look him strait in the face.

God, what a face. Power etched in every line. Confidence etched in every feature. His blue eyes had a glitter almost silver in color. His cheek had a small tic, as if he clenched his teeth so hard his face rebelled. His lips were tight... almost puckered and waiting for a kiss. I have no idea how long we stare at each other that way. I finally realized I had not breathed the entire time and suddenly did so. This, I believe woke him from his own stupor. He moved closer... almost caressing my face with his own.

A loud noise from the crowd participating in the discussion enlightened both of us to our surroundings. He moved away minutely. My body screamed inwardly in protest to have the volume of sensations lessened in any way. I took deep cleansing breaths. His arm raised behind me. He reached his hand to my face and brushed my cheek with the front of his middle finger. As it moved away, I began to move with it. To follow it. Desperately I wanted him to touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. He moved his arm to the back of my chair and rested it there, with his palm on my back.

"What do we do now?" I asked softly. My back was on fire in the area surrounding his hand. The warmth started to sink into my bones. I wanted to touch him as well. I moved my hands to my lap and clenched them tightly together to still the impulse.

He did not pretend to misunderstand. "This is... new to me, this intensity. I have never before found myself wanting someone so completely that I forget where I am. I want to take you out of here and spend the rest of the day and night making love to you. Maybe then I will be able to think beyond this encompassing need." He spoke in a harsh, almost angry whisper. I reached my hand out of my lap beneath the table and placed my palm onto his thigh. Oh, my God, the heat from this man. I heard a soft moan come from him... muffled by his clenched teeth. "We need to get out of here. Now."

I began to pull my hand from his leg. He moved his arm under the table and put his hand on mine, holding it against him tightly, stopping my movement. "Go to your car, I will follow in a moment. I need a second to... calm down." He looked at me intensely. "Don't chicken out on me."

I moved my hand upward in his lap and squeezed his upper thigh. "I won't." I said. I don't think I could have. I needed this. I did not understand any of it, did not even attempt to. My body was on fire for this man and had fried every cell in my brain. I knew that I was about to go someplace with someone I barely knew, make wild, hot, mad, passionate love like I never had before. And I did not know his name.

I left quickly and quietly. I put my stuff into my car and sat into the driver's seat. I think I was too stunned to move. Away from his intoxicating presence, my mind began to clear. What the hell am I doing? I am a mature adult, responsible for my actions and myself. This was so far out of my realm of experience... I was lost. Drifting on a stormy body of water with nary a life raft in sight. He is too strong, too powerful, too commanding, and too... male. I hated not being in control of myself.

He knocked on my car window. I jumped in surprise. I was about to lock the doors, scared to death to let him near me again, but he had grasped the handle. He must have seen the fear in my eyes as he opened the door, because he started saying "No.... No. Absolutely not. I will not let you fear me, fear this." He pulled me out of the car and stood me up against the side of my SUV. I suddenly realized just how tall he was. He towered over me... something I was not used to. We were between a van and the side of my truck and were well blocked from prying eyes in this full but quiet parking lot. He had my shoulders grasped in his big hands, his body almost pressed up against mine, his forehead leaning onto the top of my hair. I could not breathe... could not move. And oh, God... I did not want to. I was burning again, all thought had succumbed to the flame and remained as ash inside my charred skull. My brain was gone so my body acted on instinct... moving closer to the source of this exquisite pleasure. I grasped his waist, hanging on to his staid white business shirt.

Closer. I had to get closer. I pulled him toward me, pushing my aching breasts against his chest. We were separated by almost 4 layers of clothing... yet when I felt him against me, my nipples clenched so hard and so quick I winced. I felt his breath in my hair, his hands... those massive, hot hands, were clenched onto my upper arms, just below my shoulders. His chest was against mine. His hips suddenly came against me as well and I moaned. If spontaneous combustion had been a reality... I would have been a victim. I felt that hard ridge against me, huge, throbbing, and hot. He moved one hand from my shoulder to my chin and lifted my eyes to his.

"If I do what I want to do right now, I would be inside you in less than a minute. Your legs wrapped around me and your skirt in a bunch at your waist. But I don't want that first. I want you in a bed... preferably mine. But I don't want you to be afraid of me. Just a second ago you looked as if you could not get far enough away. So tell me, in plain language, what it is that you want." His eyes had darkened to an almost gray in color. His need and desire were written in every inch of his face.

"I have never felt like this before and it's a little frightening." I said after a moment. "But I know that at this moment I feel as if I will die if I pull away from you." I pushed my hips into his just slightly. His eyes closed and he groaned.

He suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled them hard to his. Oh God! I have never in my life been able to experience an orgasm without penetration of some kind, but at that moment I started to feel it. My nails clenched into his back through his shirt. I felt the tingling start from the center point between my legs and begin to move outward through my body. I pushed my hips to his even harder, and began frantically rubbing my self against his hard dick, feeling it even through my skirt and his pants. I started shaking, my head went backward and rested against my car, my eyes closed, my mouth opened. I moaned long and low. He mumbled a profanity under his breath and put his mouth on my neck, kissing licking and biting frantically. One arm wrapped around my back. He slid the other hand down and then back up my leg, underneath my skirt, lifting my leg to his hip and then sliding his hand to my now accessible ass. He groaned again as he felt skin and the edge of thong panties. He pushed me back against the side of the car and began grinding his hips into mine. Oh. My. God. I began to have another orgasm on the tail end of the one I had just finished, as he pumped his cock against me. He pushed himself at me so hard the car began to rock. Suddenly I heard him groan... muffling it against my neck. He held my ass hard, squeezing my crotch close to him, moving in small grinds as he came. I lifted my head and moved my face to his neck, breathing in small gasps, my mind blank. He was breathing hard into my neck as well, blowing that hot air onto my sensitive skin. I could feel my heartbeat echo in my brain. He began to get control of himself, just as I was.

Nothing was said for a few minutes. He slowly released his hand from beneath my skirt, but not before he had given me another caress. I moved my leg slowly down to the ground, and began to stand on both feet. I could feel that the wetness from between my legs had drenched my thongs. I slowly unclenched my hands from his shirt.

"God Damn." He said, sounding stunned. I silently echoed the sentiment, but since my face was still in his neck, I did not speak out loud. He lifted his head from my neck and looked around, to see if anyone was looking. I could have cared less. I still needed to find my brain. He looked down at me as I lifted my head. "What do you need?" I did not pretend to misunderstand.

"My purse, and my bag. I have a spare change of clothes in there as well as some personal items." He blinked. He did not even have to ask. "I keep them because I am klutzy, and have been known to spill stuff on myself 5 minutes before an important meeting. I do not do this..." I hesitated and stumbled as I tried to classify what was happening with a word. "This... on a regular basis." My hands waved vaguely in the air. My mind could not come up with a descriptive noun. Great, I sounded brilliant.

He did not even mind. "Can we leave your car here?" I nodded. Within seconds, he had scooped up my keys from the ignition, grabbed my purse and the overnight bag from the back, and locked my car. I was still in my orgasmic haze as he slid me into the passenger seat of a luxury car. I noticed very little except the man beside me. He even belted me in. The drive to his home was quiet, and allowed me to gather myself a bit. I was not used to this heady need. Most of my relationships, sexual or otherwise, were very clear cut. I retained control at all times. I had never been unable to contain myself. I knew this man was strong, both physically and mentally. Whatever was going to happen, he would expect to have the reigns, so to speak. I needed to start this off right and make it clear that he would not have all the control, no matter where this went.

I slid my hand across the center console.

He looked at me, then quickly back at the road. I smiled slightly, in that secret smile every woman has and Mona Lisa wears for eternity. My hand rested on the console for a moment before moving to the edge of his seat. I watched the road sightlessly as I let my hands move by touch. I felt the soft smooth leather of the seats for a brief second. Next came the edge of his soft wool suit trousers. Just that bare space between fabric and leg, feeling the wool, marveling that it must be a cashmere blend to be so soft. I touched his leg with a finger, just slightly. His thigh muscle jumped. He did not turn his head. I became more emboldened. I slid all five fingers to his thigh, moving them from the side of that hard muscled leg to the top. I allowed my palm to rest there for a moment, along with those torturing fingers. Then I began to move my palm. First forward to his knee, allowing him to calm down and think I would be doing nothing to him too bad. Then I moved backward, along the whole length of his thigh to his hip, and back to his knee again. I slid my hand down the inside of his knee this time, and then began to move backward. I could hear his breath catch. My palm reached it.

I rested there for a moment, laying my hot hand over the zipper to his pants. I could feel that slightly damp area that told me he dressed to the left. I still did not look down at his lap, nor did I look over at him. He did not take his eyes off the road. I began to rub. His cock was hard, and as I rubbed, slowly and softly, it got harder. Before, leaning against my car I had not gotten to feel it's true measure... all I know is that it had felt good. Now I slowly explored him through his pants... and the cotton briefs I could sense underneath. He was a large man, though from the size of the rest of him I could understand. I made a small "v" out of my fingers and slowly caressed along the sides of him. I muffled a moan as I realized his girth. I had to spread my fingers as far apart as they would go. God would he feel wonderful when he was inside me. I felt my cunt tingle as I imagined him there. Damn, it was starting again.

I moved my fingers away and used my one hand to undo his belt. Not difficult, but getting his pants open with one hand was. Once that was done, I made no pretense of watching the road and closed my eyes. I wanted to feel him. I reached inside his pants and rubbed him again, this time through his cotton underwear. This did not satisfy me. I wanted to be touching skin. I moved my hand to his belly. That area just above the waistband to his briefs. His shirt was tucked into his pants still... but my hand moved beneath it and touched skin and hair. I wiggled my fingers under the snug waist of his bvd's and reached inside them....

Suddenly he turned the car sharply, and stopped. I opened my eyes, my hand still in his underwear, my fingers wrapping themselves around his dick. I did not care where we were, and I was not about to stop touching him for any impending accident. Slowly I comprehended that we were in front of a garage. A very large garage... in front of a very large colonial style house. It fit him... not ostentatious, but large and well made. Speaking of large and well made; I moved my hand lower, wanting to grasp his testicles in my hot hand. He moaned, startling me. I looked at him.

His eyes glittered. He lay his own hand on top of mine and gave a squeeze to that very hard cock... then he pulled my hand out and away from his lap. "No!" I said, pouting. I wanted more, I wanted to pull and rub that beautiful hard cock until it exploded, adding more to the wet spot already staining the front of his pants. I started to reach for him again. He grabbed my hand before I could get there, and looking at me with this deep stare, he sucked my middle finger into his mouth.

I was liquid. I could feel my pussy lips swell more, I could feel myself dripping moisture. My brain was... mush. He released my finger... sliding it slowly from his mouth. He kissed the tip of that now slick finger, placed my hand into my lap and got out of the car. He came around to the passenger side, and pulled me out of the car to my feet. Grabbing my things he hustled me inside the front doors of the house.




The Floor Lady



She came to measure for some new flooring for our home. "She", was supposed to be a guy named Jack. Her name was Cheryl and she said that Jack couldn't make it. Little did I know at that moment that I would be taking some of her measurements and much more? 

I'm Don, 63, 6', I have lost some weight but still big at 275. I have a large cock, 9" and about 1 ½" across. My balls still produce a good amount of cum. 

Cheryl was about 45, almost my height and about 175. She had a pretty good frame, nice tits that I guessed to be around 36b to 38c. Her figure was shapely in an hour glass way, her hips nicely shaped, nice long toned legs and a great looking ass. 

She came into the house, introduced herself and we shook hands. I looked into her green eyes and she looked into mine. It seemed to me that there was some sort of connection there, but I was probably just dreaming that there was because she was very good looking. My cock started to twitch in my shorts.

We talked for a few minutes about what we wanted to be measured and then she went to work. She finished about 20 minutes later with the flooring and we talked throughout the time she was doing this. I was getting a good look at her body as she worked. The way she kept moving her great ass was tantalizing in deed. Watching it and the rest of her body made my cock stand up and become rock solid. I had to move my sweats to try to hide it.

During the time she was measuring the rooms I noticed that she would glance my way, look me up and down and kind of focus on the front of my sweats. There was a definite bulge in them even though I tried to conceal it. She would stare for a couple of seconds and then return to her work with a smile on her face. She knew that her body was getting to me and she seemed to like it.

She then moved into the kitchen to measure the wall area for the backsplash that we were also going to be getting. As she started, she leaned forward over the counter top and her ass sort of stuck out and upwards a little. It looked fantastic. She spread her legs a little to get a better stance. My cock was throbbing and had grown to its full 9". She looked back over her shoulder and saw my tented sweats and again smiled.

As she returned to her measuring, I took a chance. I moved up behind her and pressed my engorged cock into the soft folds of her backside. She felt good against it. Cheryl pushed back against me and as she did I reached around her and cupped her breasts. I expected her to push me away and try to fight me. What she did next really got my blood going.

Cheryl pushed back again and then reaching around she started to rub my cock through my sweats. She stroked my rock hard penis through my sweats and shorts. As she did this I caressed her tits through her top. I unfastened the buttons on her top and pulled it from her body. She had on a nice white, lace bra that held her tits nicely. I unfastened it and pulled it from her body. I was right on my guessing their size, 38c and nicely shaped. I continued to caress and squeeze her lovely tits. She moaned out loud. In the meantime she was still stroking my long cock with her right hand. 

I kissed her neck and ran my tongue along it and then bit down on her shoulder. She cried out from the bite as I sucked on her lovely smooth skin. I didn't draw blood but knew that there would be a nice bruise. I continued to kiss, suck and caress her body. Her moans were getting longer, her breathing slowly getting faster. She was pushing her hot ass into my cock as she stroked it. 

I then turned her around and kissed her, hard. My tongue forced its way into her hot mouth and found hers. We kissed passionately for several minutes. I again was fondling her beautiful breasts as we kissed. She started panting as I kissed my way down to her neck, again sucking and biting her, marking her as I went along. I got to her breasts and took one nipple into my mouth and sucked it, hard. She cried out in passion as I did so. I sucked her tit for about ten minutes and then moved over to the other. Her tits were fantastic. Her areolas were nicely sized at about 1 ½" across, her nipples, hard and standing out approximately 3/8". I continued my oral assault on her lovely breasts as I moved my hands down and unfastened her slacks. 

I unzipped her slacks and pushed them down over her luscious hips and ass. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. All she had left on were her white lace panties. I further kissed my way down her body and moved a hand over her mound. She was hot to the touch and her panties wet with her feminine secretions. She was getting very wet. I caressed her slit through her panties and she got wetter. I felt her clit poking out of her lips, through the material and squeezed it. She exploded in a body shaking orgasm. Her panties got soaked from her cumming. 

I pulled her panties down and off her body. I spread her legs and placed my mouth over her beautiful pussy. She was shaved bare and her lips were red and puffy with the sexual, orgasmic experience I was giving her. I continued to suck on her cunt until she came again. I slide three fingers into her pussy and started to fuck them into and out of her hot, dripping body. Cheryl started shaking and cried out, "Oh my god, fuck me, fuck my pussy with your fingers. It feels so good, so, so good!!" Her pussy clamped down on my fingers as I continued to fuck her with them. She came in another body shaking orgasm, "I'm cumming, cumming, Oh fuck me I'm cumming again!!"

After she settled down I pushed her down to her knees and told her to take out my throbbing, hot, hard cock and suck it. Cheryl pulled my sweats down and then my shorts. My 9" steel, hot cock sprang out and hit her in her face. Precum splattered over her nose and eyes. She started to say something and I slid my cock into her hot mouth. It was wet and felt great around the head. I felt her tongue start to swirl around my cock head and she then deep throated me, taking all 9" of my man flesh into her mouth and throat. She held it in her throat for a minute and then started to move up and down my shaft, sucking it as she moved. Her mouth was a treasure. She sucked my dick like it's never been sucked before. She was a true talent and seemed to like giving head. 

I put my hands around her head and started to slowly move my cock in and out of her mouth. She stopped moving and just let me fuck her mouth. I pushed my cock deep into her mouth and into her throat. She never stopped sucking it. She was well practiced at the art of deep throating a large cock; she hardly gagged at all. 

As I held her head I started to pick up the pace. I was fucking her mouth fast and hard. Tears were streaming down her lovely face as I fucked her. I was starting to get the telltale feelings of my impending orgasm. I started to fuck her mouth faster and told her that I was getting ready to shoot my hot, thick cum into her mouth. I pulled back and stopped, she grabbed my shaft and jerked me off as I shot load after hot load of cum into her waiting mouth. She kept stroking, sucking and licking my cock as she took all of my cum that she could. Some dribbled down over her chin onto her breasts. She kept sucking me after I stopped shooting. Cheryl kept me hard.

I pulled her up onto her feet and kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, tasting some of my cum that lingered on her tongue. As we kissed I moved her over to the table and pushed her face down on it. I spread her legs, lined up my dripping cock and thrust it into her hot, dripping pussy. She cried out as I split her lips, "Yes, fuck me Don, give me that cock! I want it hard and fast! Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me!!"

I pushed my cock deep into her hot body and gave her what she wanted. I started to fuck her pussy fast and hard. Cheryl was moaning, breathing heavy and pushing back up against me as I fucked her. She became a wild woman, thrusting her body back onto my cock as I pushed forward, fucking her cunt hard and fast. Picking up speed I leaned over her body and gave it to her. I thrust fully into her pussy, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back; she looked back at me with lust in her eyes, "FUCK ME DON, FUCK ME HARD, GIVE ME YOUR COCK, I LOVE IT!"

I thrust back into her and started to fuck her in long slow strokes. My cock was hitting every inch of her dripping pussy, all the way to her cervix. As I continued to slowly slide my rock solid cock into her body she was begged me to fuck her. I kept up the pace and continued to give it to her slow, giving her every inch of my hard muscle. She was squeezing every inch of my hot, hard cock with the walls of her cunt as I very slowly fucked her. 

I continued to give it to her like that for another five minutes or so. She was pushing back against me, moaning, panting, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I pulled my cock out until just the head was still in her then thrust back in hard all the way to my balls. I held it in her for a couple of seconds and then slowly pulled it almost all the way out again and then thrust it back and started to fuck her hard and fast. I fucked her like that, stopping, holding it in her and then giving it to her hard and fast for about five minutes. I then thrust back to my balls and again held it in her. "Fuck me, Don, please fuck me, don't stop, please don't stop," she cried out. 

I pulled back out and with just first couple of inches of my cock started to fuck her faster and faster. My cock raged into her pussy, fucking her, making her pant and cry out to fuck her, "give it to me, give all of that beautiful cock to me. Fuck me Don, don't tease me, fuck me!!" Then she exploded in another body shaking orgasm. I kept fucking her as she came and came. I then took two fingers, loaded them up with her juices and slid them into her asshole. I pushed them all the way in and she again exploded in a violent orgasm. Her body shook, she ejaculated and screamed. 

She seemed to have passed out. I continued to slide my cock in and out of her dripping, hot pussy and my fingers in her ass. I pulled my cock out of her hot cunt and my fingers from her ass. I placed my cock head to her rosebud and pushed into her body. She woke up, crying out in pain, "No, not my ass, I've never taken one there. It hurts, please no!!" I pushed forward and told her to play with her pussy. She did and after a minute or two she relaxed and I started to slide my cock in and out of her very tight, virgin ass. 

I continued to fuck her beautiful ass and soon felt cum building up in my balls and getting ready to shoot out of my cock. It felt like it was going to be a big one. My orgasm burst through my cock and into her hot ass, shooting cum; heavy, thick, hot and sticky into her tight ass. I came for what seemed like over a minute. Shooting five times, six times and then seven times, filling her hot back door. Cum squirted out the sides of my cock, onto her cheeks and down onto the table. 

I was so keyed up, so horny from her hot body that my cock stayed hard. I pulled it from her ass and pulled her down to the floor again. I placed my cock to her mouth; she opened up and took me deep into her throat. She cleaned my cock and I slid three fingers into her pussy. I fucked her with them as she cleaned my cock. I then put her back onto the table on her back and proceeded to eat her cunt again. I sucked her clit into my mouth and softly bit down on it. She exploded again. I came up, lined my cock to her pussy and thrust all 9 inches of my hard cock into her hot body. I then fucked her hard and fast. I kept it up, thrusting, holding, thrusting, holding. I kept her on the edge as I fucked her. Then after about five minutes her breathing was becoming pants again, her hips moving up to meet my every thrust into her hot cunt. 

I fucked her harder and harder. She was panting, "Ugh, ugh, ugh, fuck me, fuck me, oh my god Don, fuck me! You're going to make me cum again, oh fuck, ugh, ugh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Ohhhh Donnn, I'm cumminggg!"

As she came, I thrust into her and held it to her and came again. It wasn't as mind blowing as the last one but I still filled her pussy with cum. After I came, I stayed on her body and my cock stayed in her cunt for a couple of minutes. Finally it slid out and I sat on a chair. Cheryl came off the table and fell to her knees in front of me. She leaned on my legs and just relaxed for a bit. Then, looking up into my eyes, she took my deflated cock in her mouth and started to lick and suck it clean. She got me semi-hard and just sucked me for a while. I was too beat to get fully hard but she tried. 

I pulled her up and kissed her softly and passionately. I softly caressed her body and held her to me. I suggested a shower, she agreed. We washed each other's bodies. I sucked her breasts and ate her pussy, bringing her to another orgasm. My cock got hard again; she sucked me into another orgasm. It wasn't earth shattering but it did feel real good. 

She got dressed, I got dressed, I kissed her again at the door and we agreed that we might get together again sometime. 

It was a good start to the day! When my lovely wife got home from work, I told her all about it. We ate dinner and then went to bed and fucked for the better part of the evening. What a way to end the day!



The Floor Needs Painting



"Find me a job!"

She sent me a text message. She took time off to raise her kids but now it was time for her to go back to work.

"I'll do anything."

"Well I have this floor I need help painting. I'll pay you $100 to help. It's going to be a pain in the ass job but I think we could get it done in a day."

"Yeah I'll do it. When should I come over?"

"I told my wife I'd be doing this job, that it's going to be dirty and smelly. She said she was going to visit some friends next weekend, so do it then. She doesn't have to mess with any of it then."

"All right. I'll be there Saturday morning. 7:00 AM too early?"

"No that will be fine."

Saturday rolls around and she shows up in a tank top and jeans. I check out her finely toned bod. 5'6" petite blond and definitely works out. Looks great for having 3 kids.

"I was checking out the weather. Looks like it's gonna be a cooker later." I tell her as we head downstairs.

"All the more reason to start early." she replies.

"OK so where too?"

"Down the stairs and take a right"

I so totally check out her ass as she walks in front of me. Damn I'd tap that... 

"Oh shit! You weren't kidding when you said this was going to be a pain in the ass! What's the plan?"

"We need to haul all of the smaller stuff down the hall and get it out of the way. Then roll up this god awful vinyl floor that is just laying here. Clean the floor and then paint. Wait for it to dry, move stuff and finish in the corners. Finally move everything back in."

"Well let's get started!"

We get it all moved and we need to take out the vinyl floor. At this point I've been stealing glances at her perky tits, and wondering what they would look like. 

"Tell you what. I'll pay you an extra $50 if you take your top and jeans off." 

Knowing her, I figured she wouldn't do it, might even slap me. 

"Really?" 

"Yup" 

"OK!" 

She pulls off her top revealing a green bikini top. Off come the jeans and there is the matching bottoms. 

"hahahaha" she laughs. I didn't care, I got to see more of her at least. 

We roll up the floor and haul it out to the garbage. Again she walks in front of me. The bottoms are starting to ride up her hard ass. 

"OK what's next?" 

"OK we need to sweep and clean the floor as much as possible." 

I was a little nervous about what I was going to ask her next. 

"OK if I give you another $100, would you take off the bikini?" 

"Are you serious? You would pay me that much to take this off?" 

"Yup" 

She thought about it for a bit. "OK what the hell. Nothing you haven't seen before." 

She turns her back on me, reaches behind and unties the bottom tie of the top. I was already starting to drool. She then untied the top and threw the top at me. Next she pushed the bottoms down and stepped out of them. and threw those at me . Oh what a fine ass! 

She then headed off to one corner and started cleaning the floor. I headed to the opposite corner. I kept glancing over to her but could only see her naked thigh or a little side boob action. The teasing was driving me crazy! 

We worked our way back towards the doorway, finally meeting up. By this time she had gotten comfortable being naked and didn't even think about it anymore. She sat up, back on her ankles. I could finally see her perky tits full on! Oh my god. They were small handfuls with cute little pink nipples. You could see that she has a smaller suit she uses for sun bathing. There was a tan line but not much was not tanned. I could catch a glimpse of her bush. Light brown and wispy. 

"That looks much better don't you think?"

"Oh yes!" I said not necessarily looking at the floor. 

"Now to paint" She crawls back to her corner. I get a glimpse of her snatch as she crawls. I was going to have problems bending down. So same process. Opposite corners, work our way back to the door. It's almost noon by the time we get back to the door. Hot, sweaty, dusty. Finally we both stand up. She puts her hands behind her back and stretches backwards. I get to see her completely for the first time. It is very obvious she works out. I could sit and check her out all day. Right then the A/C kicks in. She is standing right in front of a vent. The cold air hits her sweaty body. She erupts in goose bumps. Her nipples harden instantly.

My mouth goes dry. "Umm... umm... OK I'll pay you another $100 to take a shower with me." 

"No hanky panky? Just a shower right?" 

"Ummm... yeah..." 

"So that would be up to $350 then? Yeah sure. I really need the money." 

We head to the downstairs bathroom, grabbing a couple towels from the closet. We close the door and turn on the shower. I pull off my sweaty T-shirt. Sadly I have a bit of a belly now and am slightly embarrassed about it. I then take a deep breath, unzip my pants and pull them and my underwear off in one shot. She could now tell why I was having problems bending over. I have a semi-erect cock sticking out at her. She looks down at it and smiles.

"Remember no hanky panky!" 

She steps under the water and lets it run down her body. Her head back, eyes closed. I grab the wash cloth and soap and start to lather it up. I put the washcloth on her shoulder and start washing her. She opens her eyes and just smiles at me. I work down her tight body, soaping up her tits. She just closes her eyes again and enjoyed being washed. I worked my way down her, rubbing and cleaning every inch. I get to her muff. I stop and work up more lather. I then continue, not going to deep... yet. Down the outside of her leg. After getting to the bottom, back up to her waist and down her other leg this time when I get to the bottom.

"Spread your legs a bit" 

She does. I work up the inside of her legs. She lets out a little moan as I get close to her honey pot. 

I clean up the inside of her other leg. She spreads a little more. I rub the wash cloth across her pussy lips. A bigger moan. I drop the wash cloth and reach up and caress her tits. My fingers rubbing the nipples. Her eyes are closed and head is in the spray from the shower. I lean forward and flick my tongue across the tip of one. 

"Mmmmm"

I suck on it a little.

"Mmmmmmm"

I suck it in like a baby nursing. She puts her hands on my head and holds it there. I pull away and she looks a little disappointed.

"OK fronts all done! Turn around." 

She does so. I repeat the same process, all the way down her back, up her legs, spending a little extra time on her ass.

"All done!" 

"OK your turn!" 

We trade places. She does the same to me. My cock is rock hard at this point. She works her way down. When she gets to my crotch, she works up a good lather on the wash cloth.

"Your turn, spread 'em!"

I do as I'm told. She runs the wash cloth up my legs and reaches my balls. She gently starts cleaning them, my dick almost poking her in the eye. She moves up to my cock, wraps the wash cloth around it and starts jerking me off. With her other hand she lightly strokes my balls. I'm really enjoying this. She takes the wash cloth off and rinses off the soap, continuing to jerk me off. She learns forward, her mouth almost touching. She looks up with a mischievous look in her blue eyes, and then sticks out her tongue. She licks the tip. Licks it like a sucker. Finally she puts the tip up to her lips, and pushes my dick in her mouth and starts sucking on the tip! After teasing me for a bit she pulls off and stands up. My cock is just inches from her bush, like it's reaching for it. I reach over and lightly pet her pussy. 

"I'll give you another $100 if you let me shave you bald and eat your pussy until you cum!" 

"Yes" she purred. 

We step out of the shower and dry ourselves off. I am almost shaking with excitement. I'm going to hear her have an orgasm. I almost lose my load just watching her. 

She finally stands up, hangs the towel on the rack. 

"Ok so where too?" 

"Jump up on the counter. Yeah that's it" 

She sits down and spreads her legs. I grab a small scissor and start trimming her pubes. I start going across the top, trimming off the corners. The hair starts piling up between her legs. Snip snip snip. Soon all that was left was a landing strip down the slit. I slowed down, I needed to be careful here. Snip. Her breathing changes as I start to trim around her pussy lips. I can smell her. I continue slowly trimming away. I'm halfway down her damn cute pussy. Snip. Snip. There, phase 1 is done. I pull the waste basket around and sweep all her pubes in.

"Hmm.. ok need to wet those down first"

I pull the wash cloth hanging there and soak it in warm water. I put it over her pussy and rub. Then I spray on some shaving cream. I start working it into a lather. She moans with the attention her pussy is getting. I put in a new blade and move between her legs. 

"Ever had your pussy shaved?" 

"No, so be gentle" 

I start on the top. They whisk off easily. Soon I work my way to her crack. I use the fingers of my other hand and start holding her pussy lips in place. Gently stroking. She spreads her legs wider. I keep working lower. I can see pussy juices mixing with the shaving cream and water. I look up. Her eyes are closed again and her nipples are still hard. She reaches up and starts playing with them. Taking the wash cloth I wipe off the mess. It needs inspecting now. I pass my fingers over her now bald pussy. 

I shave off a few spots I miss. Soon she is smooth. I step back to take her all in again. She continues with her nipples. She opens her eyes and checks herself out. Finally looking up at me with a look that clearly says "Well?".

"I'm going to eat you now. ok?" 

"Oh god yes! Now PLEASE!" 

I sit on the toilet and spin her around. I start flicking my tongue on her pussy lips. From the top of her crack to the taint. Up and down. Gradually going deeper. She moans louder now. I spread her lips and plunge my tongue deeper in her honey pot. She tastes so good. I fuck her with my tongue. In and out, flick around inside her. I move up and flick across her clit. 

"YES!" 

I lightly suck her clit. She grabs my head and holds it there. 

"Harder. Suck me harder!" 

I do as I'm told. She grabs my head with both hands and starts humping against me. 

"YES!" 

She clamps her legs around my head. She cums but doesn't let go. 

"Don't stop!" 

I continue sucking her clit. I reach up and slip 2 fingers into her hot box. She keeps humping against my face. 

"I'm cumming again!" 

I feel it run down my chin. She relaxes and allows me up. 

"That was so worth it! OK how about we round this to an even $500 if you let me fuck you and cum in your pussy." 

"YES! Oh god, yes!" 

She practically runs to the bedroom, throws herself on the bed, spread eagle.

"FUCK ME! PLEASE!" 

I crawl between her legs and start sucking her rock hard nipples. 

"Ohhhhh..." 

She grabs my head holding me against her tits. I suck the whole thing into my mouth. Rolling my tongue around the nipples. My dick is rubbing against her wet and swollen pussy lips. 

"YES! YES! Do me!" 

I put the head of my cock into her waiting pussy. When it's in I shove it to the hilt. 

"ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" 

I pull it all the way out. I now tease her. Pushing it in halfway, pulling all the way out, rubbing against her clit, push it in to the hilt. Out. In partially. She is going crazy. 

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me! Please!"

Finally settle into a rhythm. She wraps her legs around me, trying to pull me in deeper. I grind against her pubic bone. 

"Ohhhh" 

She likes that. I thrust deep into her, laying down on top of her, wrap my arms around and roll. She's on top now. Now it's her turn to torture me. She pulls off, then sits on my cock. Rubbing her clit on it but not letting me enter her. She gets off. Cums all over my hardon. She then gets up and turns around, reaches between her legs and guides my cock back in. She starts riding me. I grab her ass and spread her butt cheeks. I watch my cock enter her and her ass looking like it needs attention. I slip my thumb into her wet wet snatch. She moans as she has 2 things in her pussy for awhile. I pull my thumb out covered in juices and massage her back door. She continues riding my cock, I push the fat part of my thumb against the butthole. At first there is resistance but she relaxes and it slides in. 

"mmmmmm... yes" 

"oh god I need you to fuck me doggie style." 

She pulls off and gets on her hands and knees. I get behind and knowing I don't have much longer, bury it deep in. I fuck her hard and fast. I feel her stroking my balls. The tension is building. I pound her as hard and fast as I can. Finally I bury it deep in her. I blast a load deep and lots. I hold it in and jerk and twitch the last of it in. I collapse on top of her. We both fall over. 

We drift off to sleep. I have no idea how long we were out but I soon start having a dream. Someone is starting to suck my limp cock. It doesn't stay that way long. Damn the girl in my dreams was good. Doesn't take long and it's ready for action. She keeps sucking, deep throating it, pulling off and teasing the tip with her tongue as she strokes it with her hand. She even sucks my balls. I begin to moan. It's now that I wake up. It was no dream! She looks up at me with her baby blues as she takes it all in her mouth again. 

"Swing you legs over here" 

She does without hesitation. She places one firm leg on each side of my head and I get to see her pussy again. She continues working my dick, all I can do for the time is grope her ass, check out her love box and love what she is doing to me after a bit I lean forward and run my tongue up her swollen pussy lips, she moans. Sounds like "about fucking time" but she still has a mouthful. I flick my tongue over, around, through finally reaching her clit. I gently suck it into my mouth. This makes her suck me all the harder. I return the favor. I have my arms looped around her legs and I pull her ass cheeks apart. 

I move a finger closer to her butt. She sucks my balls again. My finger tip massages the back door while I'm still sucking her. She sucks just the tip as I push the finger tip in. 

"ohhhh" she moans "god you are making me cum again" 

She grinds into my face then attacks my cock. This time it's my turn. I feel it deep in my balls. I start humping against her. She is still grind on me. I thrust deep into her mouth and coat her tonsils. She keeps sucking and jerking it with her hand finally I'm limp again. She pushes up on her hands working her hips in a circle. I can hardly keep my mouth on her. She finally squeezes my head with the legs of hers and cums. She falls forward and lays on be for a minute. She rolls off and flips around we are just laying next to each other, cum running down our chins.

"Hmmmm..." she sighs contently 

I reach over and start to run my fingers down her side. When I get to her middle she giggles.

"Hey that tickles!" I run my fingers the other way. 

"OK so I have a question to ask you. "It's kind of personal"

She laughs "You mean after we did this? I think we are beyond that." 

I laugh too. "OK so I want to know. How many times do you masturbate? I mean once a day, once a week, once a month?" 

"Actually not that often. Maybe once a month. Why?" 

"I'd like to watch you get yourself off." 

She looks at me wide eyed. "Really? I've never done that." 

"Oh yeah! I'd love to watch! Ever had your pussy shaved bald before?"

"No that's new too" she says with another giggle 

"Well there ya go. I want to watch you feel your bald pussy and make yourself cum." 

She lays back and closes her eyes. I prop myself up on one elbow. I look her over. Perky tits with hard nipples, trim waist with toned abs, her now bald and throughly fucked pussy, and those long strong legs 

her hands are at her sides but she starts to bring them up her sides and across her belly. They then head north. She cups her tits, kneaded them, finally rolling her erect nipples between her fingers. Her right hands starts to traveling back south. It reaches where her muff had originally start. All that was there was smooth skin, She hesitates for a second and then continues. She spreads her legs slightly as her fingers reach the top of her slit. Her hand again stops for a second. She spreads her legs further. She runs her fingers lightly across her freshly shaved pussy. She is exploring herself. Back to the top she presses her finger tip against her clit, and lets out a little moan. She works it faster. Soon she is rubbing 3 fingers across her clit. She spreads her legs wide and slips s finger into her cunt. Then 2. Her other hand comes down and starts on her clit as she finger fucks herself. She starts humping against her hands. She thrusts her hips up and moans loudly. She keeps thrusting. Finally she comes down and she pulls her hands away back to her side. She is breathing hard. She slowly opens her eyes and looks over at me with a sheepish smile. 

"So?" 

"Oh my god that was wonderful. You look gorgeous when you cum." 

She blushes. 

"OK now it's my turn to make you cum again! But as you can see I haven't recovered yet. So..." 

I reach in the stand beside the bed and pull out a small vibrator. One of those little ones egg shaped about the size of a couple fingers. 

"OK so what is that?" she asks. 

"A vibrator! Of course! A nice little one you can take with you." 

"ummm... ok and you are going to do what?" 

"Just lay back, relax and enjoy. Have I steered you wrong today?"

"Alright" she says not completely convinced. 

I take the vibe in one hand and the control in the other. I put it tip to tip to one of her hard nips and turn it on. It jumps to life. She lets out a squeal as her nipple comes to life. This is followed by an "ahhhh" as she relaxes again. I circle her nipple and then go after her other one. She is really enjoying it. I flip it off and she looks at me like "Why?" 

"shhh" I say as I drag the small toy down her tight bod. "spread you legs a little again..." 

She obeys but looks a little scared this time. I work the little vibe down into her clit. 

"Ready?" before she answers I flip the switch again. 

"Ahhhh" it's like an electrical switch was thrown. 

Her legs push up against the toy. I have a hard time keeping it in place she is bucking so hard. 

"oh god! oh god! oh god!" 

Finally her hold body tightens and she cums. I pull it away and she collapses on the bed again. 

"Hmm I think she liked that." 

"I HAVE to get me one of those things!" 

"I told you, this one is for you. Alright one more personal question." 

"Really? Really? Do you even have to say that any more? Fire away." 

Her breathing is heavy, she is trying to catch her breath. 

"Is there anything that you have done that you liked but haven't done again? Or is there something you have always wanted to try but haven't done?" 

She blushes "Well my hubby did me anal one time. It didn't do much for him but I liked it! He won't do it again." 

"I can take care of that." 

I reach into the sidestand and pull out a plastic ziplock with to 2 plastic test tube looking vials. 

"This is His & Hers KY jelly. Put one on you, one on me and then when they mix, wow" 

"So I'll put this one on you. You cover me and we'll go from there." 

She grabbed the his opened it and started working it on to my now hardening dick. I grabbed the other and squirted it onto the top of her pussy and started working it in. 

"Spread a little more. Need to get to the back door." 

She did and my fingers find their way to the butthole We are soon all lubed up.

"Ready?" 

I move between her legs and hook her knees at my elbows. I start by slipping my dick into her pussy. I feel her squeeze it again as she moans. I thrust into her for a little while to get her going. 




The Floor Needs Painting



"OK it's time. I want you to watch." 

She picks her head up as I pull my manhood out of her dripping pussy. I put the tip at her butt hole. 

"Ready?" 

"Yeah" she whispers .

I start moving forward. Her behind readily opens and allows me in. 

"oh god." she lets her head back.

"No! Keep watching!" 

She picks her head up again I slowly keep pushing. It's finally buried to the hilt. And I start to pull out. It comes out with a pop. 

"No keep going! Please!" 

Back in it goes, again to the hilt. And then back out but not all the way. Back in faster, and out. I'm soon fucking her ass. 

"Faster!" 

I pick up the pace. Her heads falls on the pillow. She is in heaven. I keep pounding her ass. I then reach over and grab the vibe again. Her eyes are closed so she doesn't know. I place it against her clit and turn it on. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" 

Her legs wrap around me she is bucking towards the vibe on her clit and the dick in her ass. She loses count of the orgasms she has had. They are just one after another now. Her eyes even roll back in her head and I continue pounding her. Finally the end is near. I drop the vibe, put my hands behind her knees, push her knees up to her ears and drive relentlessly. I finally feel my balls tighten and I release deep in her ass. I thrust, jerk, and twitch as I flood her ass. I finally am done. I release her legs. They wrap around me again for a little bit but then fall limp to the bed. I roll off her breathing hard. 

"Hey you alright?" 

"Hmmmm yeah.. huh?" was a sleepy far off reply.

"We need to finish up downstairs." 

"Yeah sure... in awhile." and she falls asleep.



The Floor



My things were dropped unceremoniously at our feet, as he shut the doors behind me. I was standing in a foyer... hard marble beneath my feet and a hard dick behind my back. He had come up behind me, sliding those hot hard hands around my waist to the front of my jacket. He unbuttoned the 2 plastic buttons that held it closed and opened the front of my jacket.

"I believe we have some unfinished business, you and I." He whispered the statement lushly into my neck. His breath brushed hotly into my skin sending chills down my back. I was so aroused... more than I had ever been before. I felt the lips of my pussy swollen and engorged, my breasts were swelled beneath the lace of my bra. My nipples hard and aching. A moment of questionable sanity broke over me and I momentarily wondered at my actions. His mouth then touched my neck. Any moment of constructive thought was quickly gone the way of the dinosaurs. Extinct.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel... just feel. His lips were moist, hot and soft like a favorite shirt that had just been steamed. And they were steaming. He moved upward on my neck, making open-mouthed kisses along the way. I had already cum in the parking lot, and without a touch anywhere near my panties, I felt ready to again. I yanked open my jacket and jerked it off. This pushed him away from me momentarily. I turned to face him, now wearing the sheer red lace shell I had beneath it, with the red bra showing. He sucked in his breath. I took the 2 steps to get to him, plastered my body against his; ands wrapped my arms around his neck. This took him off balance and he stepped back to lean against the closed doors. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me with him. I started frantically kissing him, shoving my tongue into his mouth. My tits swelled from my bra and pushed into his chest, still covered by his shirt and jacket.

"God, baby... this is gonna be a close thing! I have to..." He flipped our positions and pushed me back against those same oak doors. He was breathing hard, out of breath, as he finished his thought. "... have to... be inside you... now." He ripped off his suit jacket... frantic now to be at least semi-unclothed. That done he began to pull the buttons of his shirt apart. No... I thought... not fast enough.

"Let me..." I said, grasping the front placket of his shirt. I looked into his eyes as I ripped his shirt open violently. My hands instantly went to my next goal... his pants. My fingers pulled open his belt and began to work on the button to his pants.

"Oh dear lord no... don't!" He pulled my fingers away. "Don't... I'll explode if you touch me again. I want to be up you before I do that." He pulled my hands and placed them on his shoulders. I plowed my fingers into his hair and began to frantically kiss him. His mouth crushed mine in return... his tongue sweeping deep into my mouth in a carnal meeting of mouths. He reached down, yanked my skirt around my waist and tore the thongs from me. His large hot hand then cupped me. I felt my brain begin to fragment... I was so close!

"Oh! What... about the... bed". I said between gasps.

"Not enough time... I need you now, here!" His breath shuddered from him. He moved his hand on my pussy... and suddenly stuck two fingers in deep. I gasped, and then moaned long and low.

He strained... pushing himself closer. "Damn, you are so burning hot! For me, baby... for me!" I felt it coming closer and closer. Sweat was breaking out on both of our bodies.

"Mmmmmmmm. You have to hurry... hurry. Please!" I arched my still covered breasts to him. I reached down and again tried to open his pants. He grunted and opened them himself. I squeezed my eyes closed, tiny pinpricks of pleasure shivering across my skin making me dizzy with feeling.

"Hang on to me baby!" I reached for the strength of his shoulders and held on tight for what was no doubt going to be the ride of my life! His hands grabbed my ass tightly and lifted me off the ground. My legs automatically came up to wrap around his waist. I felt his large cock probe for entry... making me shiver with each subtle rub against my clit. He suddenly pulled me down onto him and slid inside.

My head went back and hit the oak door as my powerful orgasm rocked me. My mouth opened and a long, low animalistic sound came from me. My body splintered and gave one long head to toe shake.

"God Damn!" He had held still while I came, amazed and even closer to orgasm himself from watching me cum. I slowly recovered from my excesses. I opened my eyes and looked into his burning blue ones. He began to move... his hands lifting and lowering my ass... his hips pushing into me deep. I realized how stretched I felt... he was so thick! It felt so good, better than I had imagined when my hand was on him. My eyes widened in shock as I realized I would be cumming again... and soon! He laughed... a deep husky chuckle of pure male confidence. "Yeah, baby... I am not done with you yet. That was an appetizer. Get ready for the main course."

With that provocative statement, he adjusted his hold, bent his knees... and slammed into me. I started moaning in ecstasy. Each time he thrust fully into me, my moans hitched with the movement of my body. He leaned his head down and attached his mouth to my neck. My hands roamed every part of him I could reach; my legs hitched themselves higher onto his hips. He began to thrust harder, faster, pounding his body into mine. I began to move in tandem, hitching my hips higher on the withdrawal stroke, sliding down again when he pushed that hard cock back inside.

He groaned loudly, "Yeah, come on darlin', ride me... ride me!" He went even deeper, the tip of his dick hitting my womb as he reached himself into me as high and as hard as he could go. He looked up from my neck; his face strained, and watched me, even as his hips pumped that hard cock into my cunt. "I can't stop... shit, I can't... I have to... GOD!" His hips made one or two more thrusts pushing as deeply as possible, his hands grasped my butt, bruising my skin. His face tautened, his teeth clenched. I felt it deep inside... those jerks that a man's dick makes as it cums, the hot splash of seminal fluid as it gushed into me, and I slapped up into my second peak before I even knew it was there. I screamed.

***

The next realization I had was that I was being carried. A strange sensation at the least due to the fact that the only person who had ever been able to carry me was my Dad, and he stopped doing that when I was 8. The next realization was that he was still inside me. Oh my God. I had just cum twice, not even counting that time in the parking lot, and the movement his cock made inside me as he walked along the dark hallway almost made me expire again. I was in a dream state of orgasmic intensity. I have had this man and I wanted him again. Right now. My surroundings were hazy, surreal, almost ignored... my concentration on the feelings inside me. My arms clenched around his neck. My pussy clenched around his dick.

"Ahhhhhh....." He breathed the long low sound, and stopped. I felt it. He was growing harder as he stood there, my arms around his neck, my legs around his hips, my cunt around his cock. I moaned for him again, telling him without words exactly what I needed him to do. I needed him to fuck me. Hard and hot and fast and RIGHT NOW! He leaned up against the wall behind him and used it for support to slide down to the floor. I was now astride him, with his beautiful chest in front of me, bared by the remnants of his ripped shirt. I reached down bettween us and pulled the lace shell I was wearing from underneath my skirt waistband. Said skirt was still pushed up to my waist! I yanked the bit of red lace off over my head. As my arms were raised above me, he moved his hands from my ass and yanked down the cups of my bra to bare my breasts to his gaze. He stared for a moment, and then instantly engulfed one tip into his mouth. I groaned at the aching heat. I wrapped my hands around his head, shoving my hands into his hair, and pulling his mouth even closer. He began to take nipping, sucking bites from my nipples. As I felt conscious thought passing by me again... I wondered 'Is there such thing as after-play?'



The Flooring Guy



"Debbie, are you certain that these are the cabinets that you want in the kitchen?" Todd asked. 

"Yes Todd, for the last time, these are the ones," Debbie answered in a rather perturbed voice. Oh, how her husband could annoy her. We had been looking at kitchen cabinets for 2 months and it looked as if this might be the cabinets that I wanted. We placed the order and made plans to locate an installer for the flooring. 

One of my friends recommended a fellow that did flooring. Barbie told her, "Deb, you'll be so happy with the job this guy does for you." Barbie is her best friend. 

"Thanks Barb, I'll give him a call." 

"Hello," The voice answered the other end of the line. 

"Hi, I'm Debbie Kramer, a good friend of Barbie's," Debbie said. "Barbie recommended you for a kitchen floor installation." 

"Sure, I can look at your job. How soon do you need it done," Frank asked. 

"The cabinets will be delivered in 6 weeks, so sometime before that." 

"Debbie, why don't I stop by tomorrow and look at what you have? Is there a good time to stop?"

"I'll be home all day tomorrow and my husband gets home after 5:00 pm, if you need him to be here." 

Frank seemed to read something in her response about if the husband was needed. "If you feel he might have some questions for me I'll stop after 5pm, if not I'll be there at 10 am." This would tell him if she wanted hubby there or not. 

"I'll be looking forward to seeing you at 10am, Frank." Debbie hung up. A slight warm feeling was beginning to develop between her legs. 

Frank thought to himself, "This just might be one of those very rewarding installations. I think I'll call Barbie and get an idea of what Debbie's like." 

"Barbie, this is Frank, how are you doing?" 

"You bastard, the last time you screwed me, you left in the middle of the night and never said a word. And then of all things you never even bothered calling me the next day." 

"Barbie, I told you I had things to do the next day. I had to leave." 

"Alright already, but if you think you're going to come over now for a quick ride between my legs forget it. I have a date with a really nice guy later." 

"Actually, I'm calling to ask about a friend of yours, Debbie Kramer. She said you had recommended me for a flooring job, and I was wondering what she was like?" 

"Debbie is my best friend. We've known one another for maybe 15 years. I met her at work originally." 

"Yea, but what's she really like." 

"I know what you mean now. I would doubt if you'll be able to screw her the first day of the job or any day, for that matter, if that's what you mean. Deb and I go out 2 or 3 times a month. Shopping is what she tells her hubby, and in so many words that's exactly what we're doing, but for men. I've never known her to let another guy fuck her on our night outs, but I know for a fact she's sucked their cocks and given them hand jobs. She has told me how much she enjoys pleasuring men with her mouth. She's 5" tall, 100 # or so, and very cute. Now, does that satisfy your sexual fantasies?" 

"Very much so, thanks." And he hung up, his cock already swelling in his pants. 

Right at that moment, Debbie was also thinking about Frank. She said to her husband, "Todd, I spoke to Barbie's friend Frank about the floor and he's stopping tomorrow at 10am to look at the job." 

"Wow, that was quick." Todd was a bit surprised about how fast she got Frank to come over. "Debbie, I know how much of a flirt you are, I hope you don't plan on teasing him right here in our house. Do you? You know I like your, oh how do you say it, "harmless teasing", but right here in the house without me here, might not be a good idea. It might give him the idea that you're fair game. You know I love you showing guys your stuff and the flirting with them when we're out, but not at home, especially if I'm not here." 

"Heavens no, Todd, you needn't worry about that. I know you like it when I tease, especially when I tell you that a guy comes on to me, but the kitchen is all business. Maybe when the floor is done I'll show him a little skin." 

"Debbie, damn it, no messing around at the house." 

"Okay, okay." What a grouchy bastard. 

The next morning Debbie waited for Todd to go to work before she showered and dressed. She couldn't decide what to wear. God, how she loved teasing guys. Especially if they tried to get her to be naughty, which she was from time to time. Todd loved hearing the stories of guys hitting on her. Although he wouldn't like her going to the next step, the physical one. He would croak if he knew that she had sucked cock or given hand jobs to guys. He never understood why she came home so horny after a night out shopping with Barbie. But he was always glad she did. He was on the receiving end of her arousal. 

Debbie thought "I'll stay a little conservative today. I don't want Frank to think I'm going to be easy, and I don't even know for sure if he's cute." She opted for a regular pair of shorts and a loose fitting top. She'd still be able to show a little titty that way. 

"Ah, the doorbell," she thought. "Why am I so frigging nervous. I feel like a schoolgirl going on her first date." 

"Hi, you must be Frank. Come in and I'll show the floor samples and the kitchen." What a stud. What a body, and very handsome, too. 

"Hi Debbie, Barbie told me so much about you." But not that you looked this hot. What a body. 

"I've got the samples laid out on the floor," she said as she knelt down on the floor in front of him. Frank took the hint and also knelt down facing her. With her kneeling and leaning over he got an eyeful of tit.

"Let me know if you will have any problems laying any of the samples in front of you." She looked up and saw Frank's eyes staring down her top. "Frank, the samples that I'm referring to are here on the floor." Debbie couldn't believe she had said that. She had just sounded like such a slut. 

"Debbie, you're blushing. Please, I need to apologize for being so unprofessional, staring at you like that. I'm sorry." Todd wasn't really sorry at all. Debbie had a fine pair of tits for her size. He normally preferred huge tits, but Debbie's tits were very tight and firm looking. "I can install any of these samples. You pick the one you like and get it ordered. It will take 3 to 4 weeks to get it delivered. You're running out of time before the cabinets are delivered. Plus you folks have to get the old cabinets and the old flooring out and do any patching that is needed. You need to get busy." 

"Wow, you really know what you're talking about. Thanks for the advice and we will be getting this ordered. Frank, would you care for coffee and a muffin?" 

"I have some free time before I need to go. Thank you." 

They sat at the kitchen table for awhile, visiting and gaining more comfort in each other's presence the whole time. Finally, Frank glanced at his watch and got a surprised look on his face. "Debbie, we've been chatting for an hour and I really must go. Thanks so much for the hospitality. I'll be sending you a price on the job." 

"Please Frank, the pleasure was all mine. It's nice chatting with a fellow as interesting as you." she reached over and put her hand on his hand and said, "Thank you." 

Todd was glad the removal of cabinets and flooring went as smoothly as it did. He would be able to call Frank and get him started on the flooring as the cabinets would be coming next week. 

"This is Frank; leave your message after the beep." 

"Hi Frank. This is Todd Kramer. We have the kitchen ready for you to install the flooring. Call us back and let us know when you would like to start." 

An hour later Frank called back. 

"Hello." Debbie answered. 

"Hi Debbie, this is Frank. I can start your floor tomorrow if you like. My helper and I stop for coffee at 7am and can be there by 8am. How does that sound?" 

"Frank, I planned on getting some Danishes and setting the coffee pot up in the dining room for you guys. Please just come here and have your coffee." 

"Debbie, how could a sane man turn down such an attractive offer from such an attractive woman?" Frank wondered if he was laying it on too thick, but he knew that women just ate that gooey stuff up. 

"You are such a flirt. I'll see you two at 7am. No wait; make it 7:30am as Todd will be gone by then. Okay." It seems I'm getting sluttier acting as I get older. I just love teasing men. 

"We'll see you at 7:30 Debbie." 

The next morning, Todd asked, "Are you getting dressed this morning? I certainly hope you're not going to meet Frank and his helper in your robe." 

"Now you know better than that. I planned on getting dressed now, if you must know." For cripes sake, Debbie thought. What a control freak. He should be a little nicer to me. What a tone of voice to use at me, especially when I'll be spending the rest of the day in the house, alone, with two men. Debbie slipped on a regular pair of shorts and top and of course a bra and panties. 

Debbie was still steaming when Todd came to kiss her goodbye. "Deb, don't get angry with me, it's just that we don't even know these guys or what they may be like. I just wouldn't want you to be raped or even worse." 

"I know Todd, but I told you I wouldn't tease or flirt with them." 

"Okay Deb, I'm sorry. Give me a kiss." 

Debbie gave him a deep kiss and told him, "I love you and have a nice day." Because I sure plan on it, Debbie thought. 

Todd stepped out the door for work and Debbie headed for the bedroom to put on a shorter pair of shorts, take off her bra and put on another one of her loose fitting tops. I'll let those fellows have a little peek anyway. 

The door bell rang and she yelled "Come in, I'm getting the water on for the coffee." 

"Good morning Debbie," Frank said as he entered the kitchen. "I'd like you to meet Timmy. He's a senior at Wilkins College. He's the star shooting guard for the basketball team. He's my helper when he's not in school." 

"It's very nice meeting you Timmy." Wow, if only to be 20 years younger. This boy is a knockout. He must be 6' 6''. Oh, what I'd like to do to him. But he's way too young to even look at for a woman my age. 

"Hello Mrs. Kramer, It's very nice meeting you. You have a very nice home. And you can call me Tim." He said in an almost bashful manner. 

"Timmy. First, I'll call you Tim if you will call me Debbie. How does that sound."

"Sounds okay to me Mrs. Kr . . . oh, I mean Debbie." 

Wow, this woman is as good looking as Frank said she was. Too bad she's the age of my mother. She looks like she'd make a good lay. And Frank said his friend Barbie told him she really likes to suck cock. Well, maybe Frank can get lucky. 

"Come into the dining room fellow's and sit down, I think the coffee is just about ready. Help yourselves to the Danishes. I'm trying to watch my figure so I'll just have coffee." 

"Well Debbie, would you mind if Timmy and I also watched your figure." Frank said in a sexy voice. 

"Frank, you're so bad. It's looky and but no touchy." And she giggled. 

Both men were looking down the front of her top as she served them the coffee and Danishes. Debbie was very aware of this and enjoyed it so much. Especially the idea of Tim peeking, such a handsome young man finding her attractive really turned her on. 

"Well Timmy boy, its 8:00 A.M. and time to get going. I'll go out and get the tools; you help Debbie put the dishes where ever she is washing them at." 

"Tim you take the dishes and I'll grab the Danishes. We have a small kitchenette in the basement; we'll just pile the stuff down there." 

Tim couldn't take his eyes off of her ass on the way down the steps. "Debbie, do you want me to put them in that sink?" 

"Sure, that will be just fine." 

Tim frowned. "Frank makes me so mad when he calls me, 'TIMMY BOY.' Who does he think he is?" 

Debbie could tell he was upset. "Tim, come here." He walked over to her, still upset with the degrading way Frank always treated him. Debbie put her hands on his shoulders, which required her to stand very close. "Tim, you can't let things like that bother you. Just roll with it and don't let him get under your skin, okay." Debbie smiled. 

Tim looked at her for a moment and wondered what his chances were of getting a kiss from her. Debbie seemed to sense those thoughts from his look and said, "Okay Tim, back to work before Frank wonders what I'm doing to his helper in the basement." 

Debbie started up the stairs first with Tim's eyes locked on her ass following her. On the way up the steps Debbie purposely stopped and bent over to adjust the knot on her sneakers. She hoped he was looking. Tim was beginning to feel his cock getting firm in his sweatpants. He was hoping against hope that the front of his sweats wouldn't tent out. But they did. 

Debbie kept checking in on them from time to time, mainly keeping herself busy outside. She would ask some stupid questions bending over by them, giving them a little titty show. She could see Tim's cock bulging in his sweatpants whenever he stood up. That poor boy had to be so uncomfortable. Frank, well Frank at this point just wanted to get the job done, so he was paying little attention to her. 

"Fella's, it's lunch time. I bought some subs for the two of you." 

"Thanks Debbie, I guess it's time for a break. What do you think Timmy boy?" 

"Sure, I'm starved." 

"Go get washed up and come into the dining room." As Debbie served them their subs and pop, she bent over in front of them, once again showing some titty to the guys. Now Frank was paying attention, along with Tim. She did like the attention. 

"Well Timmy, the breaks over. Help Debbie take the dishes downstairs and I'll start back to work." 

"Tim, you grab those dishes and I'll take this stuff. Follow me big guy." Tim gladly followed her downstairs. 

She put her stuff down and turned to get the dishes from Tim. She sat those down, turned back around and Tim was directly in her face. "Oh, Tim, that's all, we can go back up." 

He was staring at her again. Debbie knew the look on his face. She had seen it so many times on other men's faces. The look a guy gets when he's ready to kiss a woman that he doesn't know very well. The look of being slightly unsure if the kiss will be welcomed or rejected by the woman. Tim pulled her close to his body and kissed her. He was so strong, holding her so tightly. His tongue was at her mouth and she momentarily opened, allowing his tongue entry into her mouth. 

I can't let this happen, Debbie thought, "TIM, what are you doing? I'm married; I can't let you kiss me." 

"Debbie, you liked it. You let my tongue in and kissed me back" 

"Tim, go upstairs now or I'll scream for Frank." 

"I'm sorry. I completely misread everything. Please, I'm sorry." 

"Okay, but don't let that happen again." Oh, another second and I would have let him between my legs. Now I have to be horny the rest of the day until Todd gets home. 

"FRANK, its 3:45, how long do you plan on working?" 

"Probably until 5 or 5:30. I need to get these last seams done and a few loose ends so I won't have to bring Timmy boy back with me tomorrow. Why?" 

"I just wondered." Damn, I have to get a bra and my frumpy clothes back on before Todd gets home or he will have a fit. Gosh, what will the 2 guys think seeing me changed into different clothing. Well, I haven't any choice, I have to change now. 

Just a short time later, Todd walked in. Debbie said, "Hi honey." 

"Hi Deb, hello fella's, that floor is coming out great. Wonderful job. I hope Debbie didn't get in your way. ha ha." 

Before Tim could say something stupid Frank added, "We just wanted to thank you for getting those subs and pop for us. It was very generous. Thanks." 

"Yes, Thank you Mr. Kramer," Tim added. 

"It was my pleasure guys." Todd said. He wondered what pleasures Deb had today. He couldn't imagine her not changing after he left so she could give these boys a little show. He would probably never know. 

"That's it for today Todd. I'll be back tomorrow at 8:00 A.M and finish up. Maybe 3 hours of work left." 

Todd and Debbie both thanked them for the fine job thus far. 

"Well Debbie, did you change after I left and show the fella's your cute little body?" 

"Todd, don't be a pig. I will admit that both of those guys were very handsome and they did look at me quite a bit. They were always making jokes and making me laugh and giggle. So, if you don't get your wife's HORNY little body in bed real quick, I know two guys that would gladly fuck me. Would you like to see two guys taking turns with your pretty little wife?" 

"Debbie, you little slut, you know how it turns me on when you talk dirty. And the thought of those two guys taking turns between your legs really turns me on." 

"Well, come to bed with me big boy and show me how a real man treats his innocent little wife." 

Debbie led Todd into their bedroom and sat him on the bed. She slowly lifted her top and over her head. 

"Do you like my tits Todd?" 

Todd nodded. 

"Would you like me to take my bra off so you can suck my little tits? You know how I like my tits sucked." 

"Take your bra off Babe. I love your tits." 

Debbie slowly undid her bra and removed it. She walked over to Todd and raised her knee and ground it into his groin, letting him suck on her tits. She then pushed him away and stepped back away from him. 

"Would you like to see your wife's bald pussy now? It needs something that you have." 

Debbie turned around with her back towards him. She bent over slightly and slowly slid her pants over her butt and let them drop to the floor. She looks at him teasingly and asks, "Would you like to see more Todd." 

"Damn it Debbie, my balls are going to explode if you don't hurry." 

"I'll take that as a yes." She slowly shimmied her panties down. She once again bent completely over, spreads her legs wide and ran her fingers around her anus and bald mound. She loved teasing Todd this way, it's something she always longed to do for another guy, but just couldn't bring herself to let another guy fuck her. Debbie turned around and walked over to Todd, kissed him and had him slide back on the bed, lying on his back. She rubbed the inside of his legs and then moved to his cock and balls, working them hard. 

Todd was starting to buck his hips and Debbie moved her mouth down onto his cock head. 

"Oh Cripe Debbie, I'll explode if you don't stop that. Roll over and let me kiss your titties and eat that tasty pussy." 

"Todd, I need you in me now, I mean RIGHT NOW." Debbie mounted Todd and guided his swollen cock into her pussy. She slid down onto his shaft. 

"Todd, it feels so good. You are so fucking big and hard tonight." 

"Well, I have been fantasizing about you teasing those two guys and then treating them to a blow job and your pussy. That's why I'm so horny." 

"Would you like me to tell you I fucked and sucked them? Then let them come in my mouth?" 

"YOU LITTLE SLUT, aaaahhhhh, I'm cominnnnnggggg, ooooohhhhhh." He was wasted, spent. "Debbie that was an incredible orgasm." 

"You bastard, I haven't even come yet." 

"Roll over and I'll eat your pussy. I'm really sorry, but that story of you doing them really excited me." Todd thought for a moment, "Deb, you didn't really do that for those two guys did you??" 

"Todd, you know I didn't do that. But start licking my pussy so I can get some relief." 

Debbie rolled onto her back and watched her husband's head get in position between her legs. "Ohhhh, much better. Work it harder and faster. Yes. ahhh uugghhhhh oohhhh. That doesn't even measure up to the orgasms I get from your cock but it'll have to do for now. You owe me a few, you know."

"I know. But, how many times over the years have I come prematurely?? Not many. You just really had me worked up with your slutty talk about those guys."