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Abby

By: Fever



After that first summer with Ben, and then Gary I went back to high school with a new outlook on sex. It was now my purpose to make sure that any boyfriend of mine would know how to give good oral sex, and what it meant to receive good oral sex. What I hadn't counted on was girl-girl sex. I haven't had any since I got married, but I could never forget my introduction to the world of girl on girl pleasure.

At eighteen I was just entering Senior year. I had a few boyfriends and was pretty popular, I also was friends with quite a few girls in my class. Abby was just one of those girls. Abby was the photographer for the school paper and yearbook. I worked on the paper and covered some sports stories with her a number of times, I always found her great to work with. Our friendship grew and she spent a number of nights at my house sleeping over. Usually nothing happened. 

One night Abby was spending the night at my house, my folks were going out of town for the weekend, so we had the whole place to ourselves. We talked about boys, music, clothes, everything. We went shopping, and when we got back started to do an impromtu "fashion show" for each other. Abby of course had her camera, and took a picture of me in each new outfit. For my part, I hammed it up, posing and pouting for her pictures. Some of what I bought was bra and panties at Victoria's Secret. When I walked into the room in only bra and panties, Abby's face lit up. She took photo after photo of me posing in my undies. I don't know why but I started to pose on the bed and then imitating what Ben and I had seen in Penthouse the previous summer I took off my bra and held my tits up high. Abby kept shooting me and it started to turn me on a little. I stood up and began to slowly remove my new panties, the camera continued to snap pictures as my panties slid down my thighs, to my knees and then when I bent over, all the way to the floor. I was now naked and being photographed, I could feel my pussy getting wet. Abby told me not to stop, and I knew she meant that I should masturbate. I lay on the bed and let my hands caress my own breasts, feeling my nipples harden between my fingers. My legs were spread and Abby was between them taking shot after shot, I could feel her skin against mine she was so close to me. I reached down with my hand and used two fingers to spread my cunt lips open for the camera. One finger found my clit and I began to rub it gently. My cunt was now wet with my own juices and I could hear Abby repeating over and over "beautiful, you are beautiful" I let my finger enter my hole and worked myself to orgasm, the whole time the camera taking pictures. I forgot about Abby even being in the room I was so lost in my own pleasure. I didn't notice when the camera stopped whirring and Abby removed her clothes.

The first thing I felt was her hand stroking my face. She let her fingertips slide across my lips and brush my cheeks. I opened my eyes to look at her and she smiled at me while the back of her hand slid down my neck, across my shoulders, and over each breast. Abby was now on the bed with me, one leg between mine, I could feel her knee pressing against my wetness. With every move her knee pressed into my pussy, while her hands began to massage my tits. I didn't want her to stop and told her so while I reached up to feel the weight of her breasts which hung over me. It was the first time I had felt another woman.......her skin was soft and I could feel each little bump on her aereola, when I touched her nipple it grew hard between my fingers. I wanted to kiss her and pulled her down to my mouth. When our lips met a little shock went through me, it was unlike kissing a man, she was willing and eager to let my lips devour hers. My whole body was alive. I felt her soft pubic hair against my own, as our legs intertwined. Her breasts were now crushed against mine and her tongue probed my mouth. Her hands were gentle with my tits, and she treated me as though I were made of glass. 

I felt her lips move to my neck and she place soft open mouthed kisses along my neck and moved to my upper chest. Her hands brought my breasts to her open mouth and she let her teeth scrape lightly over my nipples. My hands had found her ass and were pulling her into my pussy so that her thigh ground itself into my now wet and waiting clit. She sucked on my breasts like a hungry baby, her mouth pulling my nipple in between her teeth over and over while her tongue made my whole chest slick. 

I will never forget the electricity I felt when she moved her head to between my legs next. At first it was only her breath I felt, moving over me and creating a warm breeze of its own along my curly pubic hair. Her fingers found my cunt lips and she moved her nails up and down the length of each side of my hole. I was soaked I could tell and she used the wetness to slide one finger in easily. It moved in circles inside my throbbing cunt while her other hand played easily with my love button. 

She leaned over me and blew air over my nipples, sending shivers through me as I started to orgasm from her touch. My sticky pussy juice covered her fingers and when she removed her finger from me slowly my cunt tried to close in on it. Abby used the juice from my cunt to moisten her lips and then bent to kiss me again. I had never felt like this in my life. 

I tasted my own cum from her lips and let my hand find my cunt where I rubbed my own fingers in the wetness and slipped a finger between Abby's lips. We fell asleep from sexual exhaustion for about an hour and awoke in each others' arms.

Abby



Heading East on Interstate 20 from Dallas, TX can be painful in the evening. The bright sun burned through my rearview mirror all the way around town. I was glad to finally be headed east, back to the East Coast where I belonged. The sun was now below the horizon, and I had my headlights on. It was totally amazing how little traffic there was tonight. I am glad that I chose to leave a bad relationship in the middle of the week. 

As I cruised along, I thought I saw someone standing in the road. Paying full attention to my headlights, and slowing some, I peered into the darkness. Yes, there is a woman standing at the edge of the road, a medium sized suitcase beside her. My first thought was to speed up, not wanting anything to do with another female. As my senses returned to a more normal state, I slowed my Chevy van down to a crawl and eased off the road next to her. 

I asked her why she was out on the road in the dark, especially a busy high speed Interstate.

"I'm leaving this God-forsaken state, and heading back East, where I feel more at home. I waited until my husband got home from work, and handed him the divorce papers, then climbed into my friend's car. This was as far as she could bring me."

"I see. I'm headed back east as well. I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I'm not a Texan, nor am I a cowboy. I don't belong here either. You're welcome to ride with me as far as you want. I'm starting out in North Carolina, and working my way north, until I find what I want. Then I'm settling down, and enjoying the rest of my life the way I want to."

"North Carolina is where I was headed. I would appreciate the ride, and the chance to talk to someone friendly. My ex-husband thought I was a part of his exercise equipment, always punching me and beating me up. I've had enough of that kind of life. Being free sounds good to me too. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"As I opened the side door of the van and put her suitcase in, I replied, "Don't mind a bit. Don't even want any gas money from you. To be rightfully honest, I almost passed right by, as soon as I saw that you were a woman."

She climbed into the passenger seat, and asked, "Why were you going to pass by and not stop? What made you change your mind?"

"I just didn't think it was right for a woman to be alone out here at night. I saw the suitcase and guessed you were headed east, at least for a ways. I wasn't going to stop because I just left a bad relationship, and my first thought was to steer clear of anything female."

She sat; still and quiet, until I had pulled the van back out onto the road and was well on the way down the road. At first, she appeared nervous, digging in her purse, as if to use those actions as a distraction from some supposed predicament. After almost frantically digging in the bag, she pulled out a cell phone, and punched in some numbers. "Martha; this is Abby-- are you where you can talk freely? Good, I got a ride with a nice older gentleman that is going all the way to the coast. -- Yes, I'm safe. He seems to be quite the gentleman. -- What's that? Be careful of what? Is he going to put me in the hospital like Ralph did so many times? He has nothing to gain by it, and I have nothing to lose. -- Yeah, I know there are weirdoes out here, but I'm starting over, remember? I don't have anything to lose right now. -- Yes I'll call you during the day when we can talk. If Ralph asks, you dropped me at the bus station, and I wouldn't tell you where I was going. I told him if I ever left him, I was going to my sister's in Tacoma. She left there a few years ago, but he doesn't know that. OK I'll call tomorrow during the day. Bye."

As she put the phone back into her purse, she relaxed considerably. She slowly and methodically began to straighten out her purse, organizing every pocket, putting things into what seemed to her to be a logical storage place. Satisfied with this chore, she placed the purse on the floor between the seats, and sighed a deep breath of relief.

"So, Abby, what convinced you that I was safe and a gentleman?"

"How did you know my name? Ralph didn't send you out here did he?" she said and sat up stiffly.

"No - I never heard of this Ralph until you were talking to Martha just now. I know your name because you started the conversation saying Martha, this is Abby. So I instantly knew that you were Abby and you have a friend that you trust and who cares a lot for you, named Martha."

Abby leaned back into the seat and breathed a deep sigh. "You scared the ever lovin' bejeebers out of me. Ralph has had his friends follow me everywhere I go, and if he didn't want me there, they would drag me back to him. I couldn't take a piss without asking his permission first."

"Well, you don't have to ask my permission to do anything, and by the way, I really appreciate what you told Martha about me. I never met the guy, but I can see that he made two serious mistakes. One he failed to treat the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on properly, and two he let her slip through his fingers. The jerk should have bent heaven and earth to keep you satisfied and happy. That is certainly not the way I treat ladies."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"You are the kind of exquisitely beautiful woman that I normally dream of just getting a chance to see walking down the street. Add to that, a very pretty face, and a sweet personality and you are the most beautiful woman ever created. There won't be another ever created either. Now, granted, there might have been another that was as beautiful, but not more beautiful."

"Thanks; it's been a long time since somebody said something nice about me."

Abby smiled, and if the truth were known, she was most likely sporting a blush. All I could see in the inky darkness was the outline of her face and figure silhouetted against the slight moonlight. Even as a silhouette, she was pretty to look upon. Not the skinny, teeny wanna-be of too many women, but about five feet five inches, and around a hundred and thirty pounds, I was guessing in my mind. A perfect Venusian body, set off by a smooth jaw line, perfectly shaped nose, and the most perfectly shaped breasts that I have ever seen Abby was more than just beautiful. To me, she was stunning.

The further we got from Dallas, the less traffic there was. There were also fewer places to stop for drinks, or rest, which was something I really needed. As the miles ticked by, I got more and more drowsy, having to make a conscious effort to keep my eyes open and my brain alert. I glanced over at Abby. She had turned slightly in the seat, and had her head against the window, dozing. She was mumbling something inaudible, sounding as if she was trying to whisper some untold secret. As my attention went back to the road, I saw a blessed sight. My headlights were lighting up a highway sign announcing a rest area just one mile ahead.

I slowed down and entered the exit lane for the rest area. I opted to park at the end of the parking area, out of the way of other traffic, since I couldn't park in a regular parking place with a long wheelbase van and a sixteen-foot trailer. As I shut the motor off, Abby raised her head and asked what was wrong. 

"Nothing's wrong. I was starting to get droopy eyed, so I decided to pull over and rest for a while. I don't like to take chances, especially when I have passengers. We do have one little problem, and only you have the answer. My van has only one bed. That chair reclines a little, but not very much. You are welcome to sleep there, or you can lay down on the bed with me. I'm not getting undressed, and I assure you, I only touch a woman when and where she wants to be touched. I intend no hanky-panky. I just got a little more exhausted today than I realized, and I need to get a little sleep before I drive much further, and the next rest area is in Louisiana. Almost three hours away."

"You're right. This isn't a real comfortable bed. I doubt that I'll get much rest here. I'll take you up on the offer of sharing the bed, if it's large enough for two to be comfortable."

"Oh yes. It's almost as wide as a regular double bed, just a little short. It's actually quite comfortable, not too firm. And you're welcome to use my shoulder as a pillow if you want."

"That sounds heavenly. I haven't curled up and put my head on someone's shoulder in what seems like years. Are you sure I'm not a bother?"

"You're no bother at all. Actually, even while you were napping, I was enjoying not being alone. Somehow, just your presence makes me feel good. You have a way of calming people with your presence."

As we made our way toward the back of the van, I locked doors and shut the curtains, explaining that I wasn't trying to lock her in, but wanting to lock unwanted nocturnal visitors out. I pulled the front of the back seat up then out, making the backrest drop, turning it into a compact, but otherwise comfortable bed. I offered to climb in first, so that she wouldn't feel trapped by me. She thanked me, and kicked off her shoes. She sat down on the pile of suitcases, and slowly peeled off her pantyhose, almost appearing to tantalize me. She tossed them over on her shoes, and proclaimed her disgust of them and their tightness. As she turned her torso to toss the hose, I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pubic hair was thick and long, and sparkled in the moonlight.

I lay back on the only small pillow, and she slid in next to me, placing her head on my shoulder. Her face was turned down slightly, with her forehead right in line with my lips. Yielding to intense temptation, I gently kissed her forehead and told her goodnight. She looked into my eyes and said goodnight to me. Was I dreaming, or was it wishful thinking? Did she have a slight amorous smile on her face? I became acutely aware of something warm and firm against the side of my ribcage, that wasn't my wishful thinking. Her nipples were becoming erect, and very warm, feeling like they were about to burn a hole in my shirt.

Abby raised her leg, and placed it over mine. As she did, she placed her hand in the middle of my chest. After a few minutes, I noticed that she was gently rubbing my chest in small circles. I glanced down, trying to be as still as possible, and saw a warm, sultry smile on her face. I reached over and brushed her hair back from the side of her face and began gently rubbing her cheek. She let out a low soft moan, and took my hand from her cheek, and placed it on her breast. 

"She looked up into my eyes and said, "You promised no funny stuff, but I love the feel of a man's chest hair, and I am excited to the max. Don't worry about where I don't want to be touched, I want you to touch me everywhere. Just don't be rough or violent. I've had too much of that already."

I shifted slightly, so that I could get closer to her face. I whispered to her that I too hated violence, and that women were to be adored, not beaten. As I finished, I slowly placed my lips on hers, and got the surprise of my life. She pulled me into her, and kissed me like I have never been kissed. She opened her mouth fully, and wrapped her arms around me, caressing my spine. 

As we parted lips, she said with a husky tone in her voice, "I saw you watching me slide off my pantyhose. I hoped that you were starting to get interested, so I deliberately turned with my legs spread so that you would see that I wasn't wearing any panties. I don't have a bra on either. Exposing myself was the last straw. I started burning for some sex, and now I can't control it. I haven't had any sex, except for my personal toy, in almost six months. I want you to make love to me."

"I don't make love TO women. I make love with them. I try to get so involved in satisfying them, that I ignore my own orgasm, until it hits. It's so much more satisfying that way. If we ever make love, it's important to me that you fully orgasm. Only then am I fully satisfied. Afterwards, I like to hold a woman close, and cuddle with her, helping her to come down. Women reach orgasm more slowly than men, and take longer to come back down. Most men miss out on a lot of pleasure by not cuddling and holding afterward. To me, that's half of the fun."

Abby started sliding her skirt up past her waist, and said, "You're every woman's dream. I've not had many lovers, and none have ever been really concerned with whether I made it or not. They only cared that I was horny and wanted it. When they got done, it was over, period."

"To me, that reduces a woman to a live masturbation device, like saying come here woman, I need to get my rocks off, and need your tube. No, that's not making love at all. Making love is about sharing yourselves with each other, and caring enough about your partner to make sure you do everything you can to please and satisfy them."

Abby surprised me by grabbing the front of my trousers and tugging the zipper down. She unzipped them so fast; I almost thought she tore them open. Her hand went diving into my pants, and she let out a giggle.

"What? What's so funny?"

"I've seen men's sexy underwear in the stores, but I never saw it on someone. This is neat, how it makes you feel so big and full. Tomorrow, I want you to model them for me in the daylight so I can see them on you."

"I'd love that." I hissed, getting very short on breath, and very anxious to sample this brunette beauty's wares.

I eased down to the end of the bed, and slid my hands under her hips, staring into what had to be the most beautiful set of love lips ever created. Swollen full and dark, they were begging for attention, and that's what I planned on giving them. All of my attention!

"What are you doing?" she asked, as she propped herself on her elbows.

"I'm going to kiss your love lips and run my tongue all over them. Then I'm going to gently nibble on your love button and massage it with my tongue, until I feel you orgasm. Then, I'm going to kiss my way up your sweet belly, across your chest and bury my shaft into your waiting love canal."

I buried my face against her love lips and started licking the outer lips slowly at first, then faster and a little more firmly. As she pulsed and bucked gently up and down, I licked and nibbled even more fervently.

"Ohh that feels sooo good, I've never had anyone do that before. You do it so good. You're making me feel like a queen, no better, I don't know, it's so good, don't stop."

I gently parted and massaged her hips as I sped up my tongue-lashing. As soon as I felt her hips tighten a little, and her love button stiffen, I raised up just long enough to say, "Baby, put your hands on the back of my head, and guide me into you. Steer me to where it feels the best, and share an orgasm with me."

As she placed her hands on my head, she said," Do you want me to orgasm?"

"Yes, I intend to give you a couple of orgasms this way, before we join together. It's important to me to feel you completely satisfied." I went back to ministering my affections on her voluptuous love nest, reveling in the feel of her full bush of pubic hair on my face.

Abby started tensing then pushed her hips up into the air, tight against my face and let out a low moan. "Again, please!" She sputtered, and relaxed her hips. I let my tongue slide down some to the edge of her opening, and sampled the sweet wetness that was starting to curl out from her inner depths.

I went back to her love lips, licking and nibbling like there was no end in sight. She immediately pushed up to meet me, guiding my face directly to her love button. I slid my lips up and down the length of that nice, firm little button, savoring how it felt against my tongue and lips. She let out a louder moan, and bucked up hard enough to almost throw me off the bed.

"Sorry; I've never orgasmed so hard. You are making me feel so good; I don't know how to describe it."

"Don't be sorry. I wanted to share the pleasure with you. I enjoy giving a woman orgasms like that. It's a good start to some great sex. No worry, just lay back and enjoy the ride, so to speak. I guarantee you I enjoyed the ride."

With that, I ran my fingers through her pubic hair and told her how much I liked it, long and natural. I then kissed her pubic hair, and kissed my way up her belly, kissing her through her clothes. When I got to her nipples, I noticed that they were standing stiff, almost like toy soldiers, standing at attention hidden in her blouse. As I kissed one, then the other, she whispered for me to nibble on them, please.

I willingly obliged, leaving a large wet circle over each one. As I slid further up, Abby grabbed my shaft and guided it into her love canal. 

I mashed my lips against Abby's with a burning that neither of us could quench. As my cock slid into an eager and waiting pussy, I realized that it was so tight that I had to push rather firmly to slide all of the way in. I had lived with three other women before I finally tried to settle down and got married. None were this tight or this warm and silky smooth.

Abby pulled me tightly against her and wrapped her arms around my back. Her long auburn hair was spread out over the pillow, just fractions of an inch from my nose. I inhaled and enjoyed what smelled like fresh summer flowers. I kissed her neck, reveling in the aroma of her perfume. It smelled like something I had smelled once in a very expensive jewelry and notion shop. The aroma had the effect of heightening my arousal, driving me to a peak of pleasure that I couldn't remember ever feeling. 

She ran her hands down my back just barely being able to reach the top of my hips. She caressed them and cooed softly in my ear about how good she was feeling. I started pumping my cock in and out of her hot pussy; her hips meeting my every thrust. Abby was smiling a sultry smile, and now squeezing my hips. Each squeeze heightened my lust for her orgasm, and heightened my desire to feel both of us explode. Quickly, I reached the point of no return. My cock was stiffening, and she was now bucking harder and harder. I yelled out that I couldn't wait any longer, and she begged me to come inside her waiting body. We had the most fantastic orgasm that I had ever felt. 

I collapsed on top of Abby, and then slid over next to her. I pulled her up across me, and asked her to put one of her legs on either side of my right leg. She asked why as she slid into position. I told her that I wanted to feel her soft breasts on my chest and her pubic hair on my leg.

"What if our lovemaking leaks out?"

"I wash. I sort of hope it does. That would be the perfect sign of how much fun we just had."

Abby propped herself up on one arm and asked me to help her pull her blouse up. As it slid up past her breasts, I was met face to face with the prettiest dark brown nipples that I'd ever seen. They were fully three inches across, and each had a pert hard tit sticking up in the middle. She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it open. As she lay back down, she wiggled slightly, bouncing her titties on my chest. Their dance caused my cock to raise its purple head and stand up tall. She turned slightly and held my cock in her hand. She rubbed it gently, and told me that it was the first uncircumcised cock that she had ever seen.

"It hasn't always been that way. I wanted to see what an uncircumcised cock looked like, so I researched it on the web, and found several sites that had ways to make the foreskin grow back. It took over a year, but it was better than surgery. Now, I have a much more sensitive cock. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"I think it's cute. And the tip is so soft and moist. It almost feels like satin, it's so smooth. Funny, I didn't notice before, or notice anything different when it was inside of me."

"When it's fully hard, the skin slides back. Try it, if you want. It doesn't hurt. Actually, it feels good, especially when someone else does it. Just grip the top sort of tightly, and slide it back to under the tip. That's it. See, now it's ready for serious business."




Abby



Heading East on Interstate 20 from Dallas, TX can be painful in the evening. The bright sun burned through my rearview mirrors all the way around town. I was glad to finally be headed east, back to the East Coast where I belonged. The sun was now below the horizon, and I had my headlights on. It was totally amazing how little traffic there was tonight. I am glad that I chose to leave a bad relationship in the middle of the week. 

As I cruised along, I thought I saw someone standing in the road. Paying full attention to my headlights, and slowing some, I peered into the darkness. Yes, there is a woman standing at the edge of the road, a medium sized suitcase beside her. My first thought was to speed up, not wanting anything to do with another female. As my senses returned to a more normal state, I slowed my Chevy van down to a crawl and eased off the road next to her. 

I asked her why she was out on the road in the dark, especially a busy high speed Interstate.

"I'm leaving this God-forsaken state, and heading back East, where I feel more at home. I waited until my husband got home from work, and handed him the divorce papers, then climbed into my friend's car. This was as far as she could bring me."

"I see. I'm headed back east as well. I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I'm not a Texan, nor am I a cowboy. I don't belong here either. You're welcome to ride with me as far as you want. I'm starting out in North Carolina, and working my way North, until I find what I want. Then I'm settling down, and enjoying the rest of my life the way I want to."

"North Carolina is where I was headed. I would appreciate the ride, and the chance to talk to someone friendly. My ex-husband thought I was a part of his exercise equipment, always punching me and beating me up. I've had enough of that kind of life. Being free sounds good to me too. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"As I opened the side door of the van and put her suitcase in, I replied, "Don't mind a bit. Don't even want any gas money from you. To be rightfully honest, I almost passed right by, as soon as I saw that you were a woman."

She climbed into the passenger seat, and asked, "Why were you going to pass by and not stop? What made you change your mind?"

"I just didn't think it was right for a woman to be alone out here at night. I saw the suitcase and guessed you were headed east, at least for a ways. I wasn't going to stop because I just left a bad relationship, and my first thought was to steer clear of anything female."

She sat; still and quiet, until I had pulled the van back out onto the road and was well on the way down the road. At first, she appeared nervous, digging in her purse, as if to use those actions as a distraction from some supposed predicament. After almost frantically digging in the bag, she pulled out a cell phone, and punched in some numbers. "Martha; this is Abby-- are you where you can talk freely? Good, I got a ride with a nice older gentleman that is going all the way to the coast. -- Yes, I'm safe. He seems to be quite the gentleman. -- What's that? Be careful of what? Is he going to put me in the hospital like Ralph did so many times? He has nothing to gain by it, and I have nothing to lose. -- Yeah, I know there are weirdos out here, but I'm starting over, remember? I don't have anything to lose right now. -- Yes I'll call you during the day when we can talk. If Ralph asks, you dropped me at the bus station, and I wouldn't tell you where I was going. I told him if I ever left him, I was going to my sister's in Tacoma. She left there a few years ago, but he doesn't know that. OK I'll call tomorrow during the day. Bye."

As she put the phone back into her purse, she relaxed considerably. She slowly and methodically began to straighten out her purse, organizing every pocket, putting things into what seemed to her to be a logical storage place. Satisfied with this chore, she placed the purse on the floor between the seats, and sighed a deep breath of relief.

"So, Abby, what convinced you that I was safe and a gentleman?"

"How did you know my name? Ralph didn't send you out here did he?" she said and sat up stiffly.

"No - I never heard of this Ralph until you were talking to Martha just now. I know your name because you started the conversation saying Martha, this is Abby. So I instantly knew that you were Abby and you have a friend that you trust and who cares a lot for you, named Martha."

Abby leaned back into the seat and breathed a deep sigh. "You scared the ever lovin' bejeebers out of me. Ralph has had his friends follow me everywhere I go, and if he didn't want me there, they would drag me back to him. I couldn't take a piss without asking his permission first."

"Well, you don't have to ask my permission to do anything, and by the way, I really appreciate what you told Martha about me. I never met the guy, but I can see that he made two serious mistakes. One he failed to treat the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on properly, and two he let her slip through his fingers. The jerk should have bent heaven and earth to keep you satisfied and happy. That is certainly not the way I treat ladies."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"You are the kind of exquisitely beautiful woman that I normally dream of just getting a chance to see walking down the street. Add to that, a very pretty face, and a sweet personality and you are the most beautiful woman ever created. There won't be another ever created either. Now, granted, there might have been another that was as beautiful, but not more beautiful."

"Thanks; it's been a long time since somebody said something nice about me."

Abby smiled, and if the truth were known, she was most likely sporting a blush. All I could see in the inky darkness was the outline of her face and figure silhouetted against the slight moonlight. Even as a silhouette, she was pretty to look upon. Not the skinny, teeny wanna-be of too many women, but about five feet five inches, and around a hundred and thirty pounds, I was guessing in my mind. A perfect Venusian body, set off by a smooth jaw line, perfectly shaped nose, and the most perfectly shaped breasts that I have ever seen Abby was more than just beautiful. To me, she was stunning.

The further we got from Dallas, the less traffic there was. There were also fewer places to stop for drinks, or rest, which was something I really needed. As the miles ticked by, I got more and more drowsy, having to make a conscious effort to keep my eyes open and my brain alert. I glanced over at Abby. She had turned slightly in the seat, and had her head against the window, dozing. She was mumbling something inaudible, sounding as if she was trying to whisper some untold secret. As my attention went back to the road, I saw a blessed sight. My headlights were lighting up a highway sign announcing a rest area just one mile ahead.

I slowed down and entered the exit lane for the rest area. I opted to park at the end of the parking area, out of the way of other traffic, since I couldn't park in a regular parking place with a long wheelbase van and a sixteen-foot trailer. As I shut the motor off, Abby raised her head and asked what was wrong. 

"Nothing's wrong. I was starting to get droopy eyed, so I decided to pull over and rest for a while. I don't like to take chances, especially when I have passengers. We do have one little problem, and only you have the answer. My van has only one bed. That chair reclines a little, but not very much. You are welcome to sleep there, or you can lay down on the bed with me. I'm not getting undressed, and I assure you, I only touch a woman when and where she wants to be touched. I intend no hanky-panky. I just got a little more exhausted today than I realized, and I need to get a little sleep before I drive much further, and the next rest area is in Louisiana. Almost three hours away."

"You're right. This isn't a real comfortable bed. I doubt that I'll get much rest here. I'll take you up on the offer of sharing the bed, if it's large enough for two to be comfortable."

"Oh yes. It's almost as wide as a regular double bed, just a little short. It's actually quite comfortable, not too firm. And you're welcome to use my shoulder as a pillow if you want."

"That sounds heavenly. I haven't curled up and put my head on someone's shoulder in what seems like years. Are you sure I'm not a bother?"

"You're no bother at all. Actually, even while you were napping, I was enjoying not being alone. Somehow, just your presence makes me feel good. You have a way of calming people with your presence."

As we made our way toward the back of the van, I locked doors and shut the curtains, explaining that I wasn't trying to lock her in, but wanting to lock unwanted nocturnal visitors out. I pulled the front of the back seat up then out, making the backrest drop, turning it into a compact, but otherwise comfortable bed. I offered to climb in first, so that she wouldn't feel trapped by me. She thanked me, and kicked off her shoes. She sat down on the pile of suitcases, and slowly peeled off her panty-hose, almost appearing to tantalize me. She tossed them over on her shoes, and proclaimed her disgust of them and their tightness. As she turned her torso to toss the hose, I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pubic hair was thick and long, and sparkled in the moonlight.

I lay back on the only small pillow, and she slid in next to me, placing her head on my shoulder. Her face was turned down slightly, with her forehead right in line with my lips. Yielding to intense temptation, I gently kissed her forehead and told her goodnight. She looked into my eyes and said goodnight to me. Was I dreaming, or was it wishful thinking? Did she have a slight amorous smile on her face? I became acutely aware of something warm and firm against the side of my rib cage, that wasn't my wishful thinking. Her nipples were becoming erect, and very warm, feeling like they were about to burn a hole in my shirt.

Abby raised her leg, and placed it over mine. As she did, she placed her hand in the middle of my chest. After a few minutes, I noticed that she was gently rubbing my chest in small circles. I glanced down, trying to be as still as possible, and saw a warm, sultry smile on her face. I reached over and brushed her hair back from the side of her face and began gently rubbing her cheek. She let out a low soft moan, and took my hand from her cheek, and placed it on her breast. 

"She looked up into my eyes and said, "You promised no funny stuff, but I love the feel of a man's chest hair, and I am excited to the max. Don't worry about where I don't want to be touched, I want you to touch me everywhere. Just don't be rough or violent. I've had too much of that already."

I shifted slightly, so that I could get closer to her face. I whispered to her that I too hated violence, and that women were to be adored, not beaten. As I finished, I slowly placed my lips on hers, and got the surprise of my life. She pulled me into her, and kissed me like I have never been kissed. She opened her mouth fully, and held me tightly in my arms. 

As we parted lips, she said with a husky tone in her voice, "I saw you watching me slide off my panty-hose. I hoped that you were starting to get interested, so I deliberately turned with my legs spread so that you would see that I wasn't wearing any panties. I don't have a bra on either. Exposing myself was the last straw. I started burning for some sex, and now I can't control it. I haven't had any sex, except for my personal toy, in almost six months. I want you to make love to me."

"I don't make love TO women. I make love with them. I try to get so involved in satisfying them, that I ignore my own orgasm, until it hits. It's so much more satisfying that way. If we ever make love, it's important to me that you fully orgasm. Only then am I fully satisfied. Afterwards, I like to hold a woman close, and cuddle with her, helping her to come down. Women reach orgasm more slowly than men, and take longer to come back down. Most men miss out on a lot of pleasure by not cuddling and holding afterward. To me, that's half of the fun."

Abby started sliding her skirt up past her waist, and said, "You're every woman's dream. I've not had many lovers, and none have ever been really concerned with whether I made it or not. They only cared that I was horny and wanted it. When they got done, it was over, period."

"To me, that reduces a woman to a live masturbation device, like saying come here woman, I need to get my rocks off, and need your tube. No, that's not making love at all. Making love is about sharing yourselves with each other, and caring enough about your partner to make sure you do everything you can to please and satisfy them."

Abby surprised me by grabbing the front of my trousers and tugging the zipper down. She unzipped them so fast, I almost thought she tore them open. Her hand went diving into my pants, and she let out a giggle.

"What? What's so funny?"

"I've seen men's sexy underwear in the stores, but I never saw it on someone. This is neat, how it makes you feel so big and full. Tomorrow, I want you to model them for me in the daylight so I can see them on you."

"I'd love that." I hissed, getting very short on breath, and very anxious to sample this brunette beauty's wares.

I eased down to the end of the bed, and slid my hands under her hips, staring into what had to be the most beautiful set of love lips ever created. Swollen full and dark, they were begging for attention, and that's what I planned on giving them. All of my attention.

"What are you doing?" she asked, as she raised up on her elbows.

"I'm going to kiss your love lips and run my tongue all over them. Then I'm going to gently nibble on your love button and massage it with my tongue, until I feel you orgasm. Then, I'm going to kiss my way up your sweet belly, across your chest and bury my shaft into your waiting love canal."

I buried my face against her love lips and started licking the outer lips slowly at first, then faster and a little more firmly. As she pulsed and bucked gently up and down, I licked and nibbled even more fervently.

"Ohh that feels sooo good, I've never had anyone do that before. You do it so good. You're making me feel like a queen, no better, I don't know, it's so good, don't stop."

I gently parted and massaged her hips as I sped up my tongue-lashing. As soon as I felt her hips tighten a little, and her love button stiffen, I raised up just long enough to say, "Baby, put your hands on the back of my head, and guide me into you. Steer me to where it feels the best, and share an orgasm with me."

As she placed her hands on my head, she said," Do you want me to orgasm?"

"Yes, I intend to give you a couple of orgasms this way, before we join together. It's important to me to feel you completely satisfied." I went back to ministering my affections on her voluptuous love nest, reveling in the feel of her full bush of pubic hair on my face.

Abby started tensing, then pushed her hips up into the air, tight against my face and let out a low moan. "Again, please!" She sputtered, and relaxed her hips. I let my tongue slide down some to the edge of her opening, and sampled the sweet wetness that was starting to curl out from her inner depths.

I went back to her love lips, licking and nibbling like there was no end in sight. She immediately pushed up to meet me, guiding my face directly to her love button. I slid my lips up and down the length of that nice, firm little button, savoring how it felt against my tongue and lips. She let out a louder moan, and bucked up hard enough to almost throw me off the bed.

"Sorry; I've never orgasmed so hard. You are making me feel so good, I don't know how to describe it."

"Don't be sorry. I wanted to share the pleasure with you. I enjoy giving a woman orgasms like that. It's a good start to some great sex. No worry just lay back and enjoy the ride, so to speak. I guarantee you I enjoyed the ride."

With that, I ran my fingers through her pubic hair and told her how much I liked it, long and natural. I then kissed her pubic hair, and kissed my way up her belly, kissing her through her clothes. When I got to her nipples, I noticed that they were standing stiff, almost like toy soldiers, standing at attention hidden in her blouse. As I kissed one, then the other, she whispered for me to nibble on them, please.

I willingly obliged, leaving a large wet circle over each one. As I slid further up, Abby grabbed my shaft and guided it into her love canal. 

I mashed my lips against Abby's with a burning that neither of us could quench. As my cock slid into an eager and waiting pussy, I realized that it was so tight that I had to push rather firmly to slide all of the way in. I had lived with three other women before I finally tried to settle down and got married. None were this tight or this warm and silky smooth.

Abby pulled me tightly against her and wrapped her arms around my back. Her long auburn hair was spread out over the pillow, just fractions of an inch from my nose. I inhaled and enjoyed what smelled like fresh summer flowers. I kissed her neck, reveling in the aroma of her perfume. It smelled like something I had smelled once in a very expensive jewelry and notion shop. The aroma had the effect of heightening my arousal, driving me to a peak of pleasure that I couldn't remember ever feeling. 

She ran her hands down my back just barely being able to reach the top of my hips. She caressed them and cooed softly in my ear about how good she was feeling. I started pumping my cock in and out of her hot pussy, her hips meet my every thrust. Abby was smiling a sultry smile, and now squeezing my hips. Each squeeze heightened my lust for her orgasm, and heightened my desire to feel both of us explode. Quickly, I reached the point of no return. My cock was stiffening, and she was now bucking harder and harder. I yelled out that I couldn't wait any longer, and she begged me to come inside her waiting body. We had the most fantastic orgasm that I had ever felt. 

I collapsed on top of Abby, and then slid over next to her. I pulled her up across me, and asked her to put one of her legs on either side of my right leg. She asked why as she slid into position. I told her that I wanted to feel her soft breasts on my chest and her pubic hair on my leg.

"What if our lovemaking leaks out?"

"I wash. I sort of hope it does. That would be the perfect sign of how much fun we just had."

Abby raised up on one arm and asked me to help her pull her blouse up. As it slid up past her breasts, I was met face to face with the prettiest dark brown nipples that I'd ever seen. They were fully three inches across, and each had a pert hard tit sticking up in the middle. She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it open. As she lay back down, she wiggled slightly, bouncing her titties on my chest. Their dance caused my cock to raise its purple head and stand up tall. She turned slightly and held my cock in her hand. She rubbed it gently, and told me that it was the first uncircumcised cock that she had ever seen.

"It hasn't always been that way. I wanted to see what an uncircumcised cock looked like, so I researched it on the web, and found several sites that had ways to make the foreskin grow back. It took over a year, but it was better than surgery. Now, I have a much more sensitive cock. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"I think it's cute. And the tip is so soft and moist. It almost feels like satin, it's so smooth. Funny, I didn't notice before, or notice anything different when it was inside of me."

"When it's fully hard, the skin slides back. Try it, if you want. It doesn't hurt. Actually, it feels good, especially when someone else does it. Just grip the top sort of tightly, and slide it back to under the tip. That's it. See, now it's ready for serious business."




Abby



Ah yes, Abby! She brings back such fond memories. She was a cheerleader when I first saw her. A short skirt, a bulky sweater, pom-poms, and a beautiful, vivacious, athletic young woman... what else could a man ask for? I spent wonderful hours watching her bounce around, kick her legs up, and do cartwheels almost every afternoon after school. We were both breathing hard by the time she finished practice.

It was four years later when I saw her again. I had graduated high school; a year later, so did she. I already had an idea for a business and had it under way in my garage by the time I got out of school. She went on to college to major in Business Management.

My business had grown enough that I actually had an office with four people working for me in the back rooms. Specialized computer software does not take up much space to design or to burn and distribute. I had all that covered. I needed someone to answer the phone and to get my paperwork in order.

My accountant and tax lady had done a shaky shiver dance when I showed up for her to do my taxes. My way of keeping up with things sucked a big green one as she so eloquently told me. If I could not do any better, then I needed to find someone else because she was not going to bat for me with the IRS. No paper trail meant, no way to prove where what went, and no way to make the IRS believe anything.

So, the third applicant for the job was Abby Gene Wentworth. I recognized her instantly. She had been burned into my memory from hours of fantasies and masturbation. I felt my dick getting hard just from reading her name and she wasn't even in the room yet. When she walked in, there was major wood. Enough where I could not stand up to shake her hand.

Short, spiky dark brown hair, a cute face, a nice set of sweater puppies, and a tight skirt that made my mouth water from the way it clung to her hips and ass. I was in big trouble and she had the job even before the first question was asked. I'm just glad I had the questions written out in front of me.

Abby did not know me from Adam, but she wanted the summer job. We had been in wholly different circles in high school, and our paths had rarely ever crossed. I had the feeling that she thought I was much older than I was. Living in the real world as opposed to still being in school has that effect.

Running a business and dealing with people also has that effect and I hate both of them. I am a geek. Give me a dark corner and something complex to deal with and leave me alone. Well, that is unless you look like Abby and then my lap is open all the time. Uh, maybe I should make that available all the time.

*****

Having Abby in the office was wonderful, and not just because of the tight sweaters and short skirts. Although they were much more than that at certain times, bending over the lowest drawer in the filing cabinet comes to mind the most. The mind boggles at the amount of wood she caused and that's not counting the stress on Ellie, my number one female geek. 

I think Ellie's tongue stayed hard for hours but that just kept her close to the rest of us. I had to crack the whip constantly and keep the office door shut to get anything done and that was just me. Luckily, the rest of the team was more isolated in the back rooms.

*****

A few weeks after she started work, she came into my office and said, "Your accountant is right, the way you do your paperwork and file things is for the birds. Invoicing and accounting are a nightmare. There needs to be a major overhaul of everything."

"Okay, do it." I told her.

She looked at me closely for a second and then said, "That would come under more of a consulting business office manager than a secretary's job."

"You're a business management major, can't you do both?

"Well yes, there's no problem with me doing it, it's more a money thing. Getting you set up right is worth a whole lot more than the hourly rate you're paying me right now."

"If I was to double it, would that be enough?"

She thought a minute and replied, "I don't know, it's going to take a lot of time and then the earlier stuff is going to have to be converted..." She paused in thought.

"Can you have a new system in place by the end of this quarter if I triple it?"

"You've got a deal," she said with a big grin.

"Good because our biggest corporate software package yet is coming out then and I need to have everything in place. We've been profitable all along but if this flies, we'll be knee deep in money, and I don't need Uncle Sam on my ass."

"Consider it done then," she said as she turned to leave.

She paused at the door and looked back. "I graduate next year and I'll be sending resumes out. Should I send you one?"

"By all means. That is, if you're not still working here then. I have a feeling you will be an asset to my company even if I have to keep you on the payroll as a consultant when classes start back up."

She laughed and said, "Yes, I've noticed you noticing my assets." With that, she turned and went back to her desk, leaving my office door open.

She spent the day between her desk and the filing cabinets and I spent my day in one fantasy after another. I had wanted to ask her to lunch but thought better of it. Fantasies were one thing but... geeks are slow and cautious at the best of times.

*****

The end of the quarter was coming up fast, as was the release date for the new software. The software was in testing and I was a nervous wreck. The team had done an outstanding job and all we were fixing were minor problems and glitches. The only thing left was network testing.

It was Friday and we had a week left. We loaded the software on the network system that morning and started to throw everything in the book at it and then some. That's when the shit hit the fan. We had conflicts and crossovers coming out our ass and more holes than Swiss cheese.

Everything worked together perfectly on one machine but when you spread it across several, strange things were happening. Things were happening that should not have been and the longer it ran the worse it got. I was pulling my hair out right along with everyone else.

A little after one in the afternoon, I pulled the plug and had everyone shut it all down. I called everyone in for a meeting in my office. As they all got settled, I said, "Well, that was just nifty neat! Now what the fuck do we do?" As my eyes went around the room, everyone was looking somewhere else besides at me.

Finally, Ellie said, "It's got to be a conflict with the networking software."

"No shit!" Dave said hotly. 

He was a short wiry guy that was mostly Italian and had a temper that was short and sharp. His dark and brooding features and attitude drove most people away quickly. Only on software and video games could he communicate on a level playing field.

"It all revolves around the security protocols," Carl interjected. 

He was the quiet, cool head of the group. Short and round, he was not impressive physically but he was a mental powerhouse. 

"Ours or theirs?" Eddie, the fourth member of the team asked as he stood up. 

At six four and nearly two hundred pounds, he should have been a basketball player. The only problem was he could not walk and chew gum much less dribble a basketball.

Ellie ran her long narrow fingers through her spiked hair, as she said, "Then let's kill a part of their software at a time until we find the conflict."

"It ain't that easy." Carl kicked in. "It's all in one big fucked up package with it's own security and encrypting. We don't have the source code and we don't have a chance in hell of getting it."

"Okay then, we kill a bit of ours at a time until we find the problem," Eddie said with a sigh. They all knew how time consuming that would be.

After a long silence, Dave whisper, "Oh, fuck me running!"

Everyone looked at him and then followed his wide-eyed stare. Abby was bent over getting some papers out of the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. Her feet were shoulder width apart, her knees locked as she bent from the waist. Her short, tight, black skirt was pulled up to the bottom on her luscious ass cheeks. Her bare sex was staring back at us. 

"Now there's a cheeseburger I could sink my teeth into!" Carl whispered.

"Teeth hell, I've got six inches of tongue that would fit that nicely," Ellie whispered.

"Not if I can get my nine inches of dick in there first." Eddie told her.

Abby continued to sort papers and we all sat there drooling. I was too enthralled to say or do anything. My boner was back with a vengeance and I kept licking my lips. Obviously, I was not the only one with problems as I heard shifting on the couch and several soft groans as Abby stood up.

She turned and saw all of us staring at her. She smiled and then frowned as she asked, "Is there a problem?"

A chorus of no's echoed throughout my office.

"Is there something I can help you guys with?"

It was a mixed answer, with the headshakes barely out voted by the nods and "Oh, yes" answers. Abby just looked at us blankly with a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

"Did you forget your panties by accident or on purpose today?" Ellie asked with a big grin.

Abby chuckled and replied, "So, someone finally noticed, did they? I haven't had any on since last Friday at lunch and I've been flashing you people every chance I got. It's about time one of you opened your eyes to the world around you."

With that said, she walked over to her desk and sat down. She left her left foot where it was as she slowly turned toward her desk. The tight skirt moved up her thighs and gave us an excellent view of her shaved mound and pussy before she brought her legs together.

My groan of appreciation mixed in with everyone else's moans and whistles. I did not believe what I was seeing and it sure didn't fit with the mental picture of Abby that I had in my head. I also realized that along with the software problem, I now had a bunch of horny geeks with hardware problems and that is never good.

"Uh... Abby... Uh..." I stammered.

From her desk Abby said, "Why am I acting this way? Is that your question? 

When I nodded she replied, "You guys are so focused on the forest you can't find the trees. You need some distraction and a break ever so often."

She stood up, walked over to the main office door, and locked it. Turning back to us, she reached up and started to unbutton her blouse as she walked back toward my office door. At the door, she paused and slipped the blouse off. She did not have a bra on and her full firm breasts were two rounded cones topped by large dark circles and nipples so hard that the circles were crinkled.

"If you were a bunch of salesmen, I'd take you out for a few drinks at a strip club so you could unwind. But since you're a bunch of geeks that would freeze up and go blind in such a place, I decided that flashing you would work almost as well. The only problem has been getting your attention without seeming too obvious."

She unzipped her skirt and slowly worked it down over her hips. As it got below her sex, there were soft moans and sighs from around the room. "Since being unobtrusive wasn't working, I decided to get bolder, hence being bent over at the filing cabinet."

Taking a step back, she hooked the toe of her high heel shoe in the dress and flipped it up on my desk. She stood there in the doorway with her hands on her hips wearing nothing but a pair of thigh high stockings and heels. 

"For the rest of the day and all of next week, this will be what I wear around the office, so feel free to look and even touch if you want to." 

"How should we dress?" Eddie asked with a smirk.

"Anyway you want to dress and that includes naked," Abby said softly.

"Uh... Now wait a minute..." I started to say.

Abby interrupted me, saying, "You told me to run this office as I saw fit and that's what I'm doing." 

"Ellie might have a problem with this," I said hastily.

"No, Ellie don't," Ellie said with a grin.

"I figured the naked guys might be a problem for you since you're gay," I told her.

Everyone but Abby and I laughed. "Who told you I was gay? I'm Bi actually and I've had my own little nest of love slaves ever since I've been here," Ellie replied.

"What!" I almost shouted.

"Boss, I've been fucking and sucking these guys since they got here. Little Dave over there loves to eat pussy and does not mind if there is a dick close by when he licks a clit. He also has a very juicy Italian sausage that he likes sucked on a regular basis. Eddie has a bat that can find all those deep itchy places that a girl likes scratched and Carl is an ass man all the way. I've got more than any girl could ever dream of right here."

"You lucky girl you!" Abby said with a laugh. "I kind of figured as much."

"Yeah, I even thought about adding the boss to the harem but I never got around to it," Ellie confided.

"You don't worry about him. By the time this weekend is over, he won't be worth anything to anyone sexually. I plan on fucking his dick off and drowning him with my pussy on his face. Why don't you do the same for the rest of the crew?"

I just stared at Abby with my mouth open, a shocked look on my face.

"I've had them in ones and twos but never all three at once," Ellie mused standing up and whipping her oversized tee shirt off over her head. 

Her cone shaped breasts looked beautiful standing high and proud on her chest. The twin cones were capped with soft puffy areolas and fingertip sized hard nipples. I had noticed the hard pointed bumps in her baggy tee shirts from time to time but never imagined her tits were such perfectly formed cones. 

She unzipped her shorts and wiggled out of them. Her underwear went with the shorts. She stood there in a pair of hiking boots and a smile. She was a natural blonde, I noticed right off.

With a giggle, she turned and hopped up on the end of my desk, placing one booted foot in Eddie's lap and the other in Carl's lap. 

"I don't think I'll be needing the boots." She told them.

Her legs were spread wide open as the two men unlaced her boots. In a flash, Dave was on his knees, with his head buried between Ellie's legs. She groaned loudly and lay back on my desk. 

"Oh God, that feels so good," she whispered as she reached up and pulled my head down toward her right breast. With a mental shrug, I sucked the puffy cone between my lips and fluttered my tongue back and forth over the nipple. Ellie groaned even louder.

Something brushing the top of my head, made me look up. Abby was sucking on Ellie's other nipple. I grinned at her with a nipple in my mouth and she grinned back the same way. Ellie was moaning and groaning almost continuously now as her hips worked up and down against Dave's mouth.

A minute or so later, someone tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up to see Abby standing next to me. Eddie now had the other whole breast in his mouth. Abby grabbed the arm of my chair and dragged me off to the side. As I got out of the way, Carl moved in and went to work on Ellie's vacant breast. 

She now had her feet up on the edge of the desk and all that touched the desk were her feet and shoulders. Her fingers were tangled in Carl and Eddie's hair as she pulled them tightly to her breasts. She was moaning in an undulating tone that matched the up and down movement of her hips.

Hands on my belt brought my attention back to Abby who was on her knees next to me. She got the belt buckle undone and was working on the zipper. When she had the zipper all the way down she whispered, "Stand up."

When I did, she pulled my pants and underwear down around my calves and told me to sit back down. My dick was hard and standing up against my belly. I groaned loudly as her cool fingers wrapped around it and then I almost yelled as she slowly swallowed me in one motion. I was fighting hard to keep from coming, right then and right there.

Abby's nose and breath on the skin at the base of my cock, coupled with the slow movement of her tongue around the base had me squirming and groaning loudly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear Ellie yelling incoherently as she came.

As Ellie's yell slowly died, Abby lifted her head holding suction as she did, her tongue wiggled and licked all along the bottom of my shaft. I was shaking and moaning the whole way. As she lifted her head off me, I felt her squeeze the base of my dick with her thumb and the urge to come slowly slacked off.

She grinned up at me and nodded to Ellie. Dave was sitting on the couch and wiping his shiny wet looking face on his tee shirt. Carl was standing on one side of Ellie naked and Eddie was naked on the other. I saw what she meant by a "bat"; Eddie's dick was nine or ten inches long and as big around as a beer can.

"For each time Ellie comes, you get one full suck," Abby said, smiling up at me. "Do you think you can last as long as she does?"

"No way, I've almost come twice already," I whispered.

"If you do, then I'll have to find me another sucker, won't I?" She chuckled when I squirmed at the thought.

"Now, you be a good boy and enjoy your blowjob, just don't enjoy it too much. I have plans for this thing later, believe me."

Ellie's muffled moaning drew my attention back to the desk. Dave had his dick in her mouth and she was sucking it greedily. Carl was now across the desk and Ellie had his dick in her hand. Eddie was between her legs, his big dick laying between her pussy lips and moving slowly up and down. Ellie shivered and shook, her hips lifting to make better contact with Eddie.

Eddie looked at Carl and grinned. "Let me get her warmed up and then we'll move to the sofa and double team her."

Carl grinned back at Eddie and then chuckled as Ellie tried to protest around Dave's dick. Dave just grabbed her head and shoved his dick in deeper, saying, "Don't worry, I'll sit on the back of the couch and keep you from alarming the neighbors. You're just going to love the two of them at once and all three of us at once will be even better."

Ellie was shaking her head but she was still sucking on Dave. Suddenly, she froze and then tried to yell. Eddie's dick wasn't on top anymore; it was slowly disappearing inside Ellie's pussy. Ellie was shivering and shaking again and writhing all over the desk. Eddie's hands on her hips kept them in place as he steadily pressed forward.

He would pause every so often, pull back slightly, and then push forward again. Ellie would yell, whimper, and moan, depending on what he was doing. By the time his hips touched hers, she was yelling continuously and her hips were jerking and bucking against Eddie.

Suddenly Abby's hot wet mouth swallowed me again. I yelled myself and then groaned as her nose touched the hair at the base of my shaft and her tongue writhered and wiggled around the base. I was shaking again by the time she raised her head to plant a kiss on the head of my dick.

She looked up at me and grinned as she licked her lips. "Tasty, mighty tasty," she whispered. 

I groaned loudly as she sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around and over the sensitive flesh. I was shaking as she popped me out of her mouth.

She looked over toward the others and smiled. "It looks like the grand finale is about to begin."

I looked over to find Eddie sitting on the sofa with Ellie straddling his hips, Eddie's big dick still buried to the hilt in her pussy. Dave was sitting on the back of the couch, his dick in Ellie's mouth. She was sucking greedily and moaning loudly. Carl was standing behind Ellie with his long thin dick in his hand.

"I'm going to need some lube," Carl said.

Eddie lifted Ellie's hips as if she weighted nothing. When his dick came free Ellie moaned loudly and then whimpered. "Here, stick it in her pussy, it wet and slippery enough to lube up a dozen dicks."




Abby



Carl spread his legs and straddled Eddie's thighs as he did just that. "Damn, you've got her all stretched out with that donkey dick of yours." 

"It'll tighten back up by Monday so don't worry. You like her tight ass better than anything and that's not my bag, so your playground is safe."

Eddie was right; by the time Carl stepped back with his dick glisteningly wet, Ellie's opening was markedly less stretched. He fumbled around, trying to hold her and get his dick back in position for a few seconds and then one of Ellie's hands came underneath and lifted him up into position. She moaned loudly as she slowly settled back down on him.

She had about half of Eddie's dick in her when Carl moved forward. He was blocking our view but it did not matter, it wasn't hard to figure out what he was doing. A yell from Ellie announced his dick entering her ass and from then on I think she was coming almost continuously as the two men fucked her. 

I heard Abby moan softly and then she whispered, "One of these days I want to try that." 

Then she turned and swallowed me. Only this time she did not stop and hold still. This time she sucked me with wild abandon, her tongue fluttering around like a mad butterfly. I gasped in surprise and then groaned long and loud as I fought to hold off my orgasm. 

It was not a long battle believe me! As the wonderful feelings her mouth generated were mixed with the sight of her beautiful face, her red lips wrapped around my dick. Add to that the sounds of the other four people in the room, especially the sounds of Ellie coming her brains out, and I was toast. 

I came in a long gush that felt bigger than any before in my life. I heard Abby make a funny gurgling sound and then she was moaning and whimpering around my dick as she came also.

*****

My mind was floating in a foggy haze. The only connection I had with the world was Abby softly sucking on my slowly deflating dick. Her cheek was resting on my thigh as she made a soft whimpering sigh of a sound. I had never heard anything like that sound before. Then I became aware of my hand slowly caressing her shoulders and back. I sighed deeply, contentedly.

Soft giggles around my dick made me open my eyes. I looked down at Abby only to find her looking across the room at my four employees. Eddie was sitting up with Carl sprawled out to his right and Dave sprawled out to his left. Ellie was laid out across all three of their laps and she was still nursing on Dave's dick, much the same way as Abby was doing mine.

"I sure ain't going to get any more work out of you guys today," I said more to myself than anyone else.

Abby lifted her head and my soft dick popped out of her mouth. She looked at it with a frown on her face. "I think I broke it." 

I heard Ellie giggle and then she said, "Don't worry, if he's anything like these three, it's be back up and hard as a rock in just a little while."

"It better be," Abby replied, "I've got this place that itches really bad and my fingers just can't quite reach it." 

"I know that spot well," Ellie said with a sigh. "But right this minute, it doesn't itch one bit for some reason.

"It only took killing three dicks to make it quit though," Carl whispered dryly.

"They're not dead, I just pulled all the stuffing out of them. No dicks were harmed or have been harmed in my quest for total satisfaction," Ellie said to no one in particular.

Abby chuckled and kissed the head of my dick before she said, "Well, I mean to contuse and abuse this one believe me. If it has any hide left on it by Monday, it'll be lucky."

Ellie giggled and nodded. "He deserves it, if anyone does. Without him, we'd all be locked in our rooms at home, playing video games." 

"No, we'd all be in jail for hacking the computers we're now trying to protect," Eddie said.

"That's it!" Carl said loudly. 

"What's it?" Dave asked as he sat up with a groan.

"Hacking our own system," Ellie replied. "We have the source code on our side but not the other. We isolate the network program and hack the bitch. We don't even have to break it all the way, we only have to isolate the modules and then tweak ours to match."

"When do we start?" Eddie asked.

Ellie grinned and sat up. "As soon as I figure out a way to sit on that big dick of yours and run a keyboard at the same time."

"That's good incentive for you two, but what about the rest of us?" Dave asked seriously.

"When someone breaks a module, I swap to their lap." Ellie replied. "That should be incentive enough."

Now all four of them were on their feet. Ellie paused and looked over at Abby. "You have the dirty job of keeping the boss occupied. He doesn't like hackers."

Abby grinned and nodded. "Oh, you don't have to worry about him. I'm fixing to muzzle him and then I'm going to fuck his brains out. I figure you have all the time you'll need."

I started to protest the hacking, not Abby's ideas, but I was cut off by her lips pressed to mine. After that, I was totally occupied.

*****

Somewhere along the line, I ended up flat on my back on my desk with Abby straddling my head. She grinned down at me and then took my glasses off. "You won't need these," she whispered confidently as she lowered her sopping wet sex down to my waiting mouth.

My tongue shot out and stabbed deep into her hot wet depths. She moaned loudly and leaned over to suck on my dick. I groaned at the hot feel of her mouth and fucked her rapidly with my tongue, pausing ever so often to swirl it around in her depths.

I brought my hands up and ran them over her back to end up cupping an ass cheek in each hand. Her knowing mouth, wet pussy and exciting taste had my dick hard in seconds. This was my first time in a sixty-nine and I was distracted and highly excited both at the same time.

When I started to have trouble keeping my tongue working to her satisfaction, Abby lifted her mouth up off me and then rose up enough to look at me. "Relax. I'll ease off and just keep this warm and hard," she said before she took a lick down the length of my shaft.

She looked back at me and grinned. "You, on the other hand, need to get with the program and eat that pussy. I love your tongue deep inside me, but there are other things that need attention also. You do know what those are right."

I nodded and did a little grinning of my own as I rose up and gave her a lick from her asshole to her clit. Her hips jerked as my tongue touched her asshole and she moaned as my tongue dipped back into her sex. She shivered as my tongue traced her slit and then she gasped as it bumped over her clit.

"Oh yeah! You know all the good spots," she whispered with a hiss in her voice.

I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue and then pulled her down so I could suck on the folds surrounding it. She groaned and licked my dick from the head to the base and back again. I rolled the hard nub around under my tongue with a medium pressure. Her hips flexed as she sought the pressure she liked best.

She let out a quivering moan as her hips gave a little jerk. I held onto her ass and flicked her clit rapidly back and forth. She yelled as her hips trembled and then jammed forward, pressing her sex tighter to my face as she came. Her second yell was suddenly muffled as she swallowed my dick to the hilt. 

She was sucking on me wildly as she tried to lift her hips away from my fluttering tongue. I held her in place for a moment and then let her escape. She lifted her hips and I watched as they jerked and flexed right above my face. I could see the opening to her sex pulsing as a trickle of clear fluid slowly flowed out.

A minute or two later, she lifted her mouth up off me and sighed deeply. "Oh shit, that felt good," she whispered between ragged breaths. "I'm just glad I had something to gag myself on," she added with a giggle. 

Shakily, she got off the desk and collapsed in my chair. She still had a grip on my dick. She rolled the chair up to the desk and then bent over to suck on the head of my dick gently. Her tongue swirled around the spongy head and now it was my turn to groan.

She lifted her head and grinned over at me. "As soon as I get my breath back, I'm climbing back up there and putting this someplace even better than my mouth." 

"I'd rather bend you over the end of the desk," I heard myself saying as my favorite fantasy flashed across my mind.

Abby laughed and nodded. "That'll work even better. I love having my ass spanked."

I smiled and sat up slowly. My head felt a little light as I did. I turned towards her and sat on the edge of the desk. My dick was right in front of her. She leaned over and licked it from the base to the head. 

Sitting back she whispered, "That's going to feel so good and reach all those itchy spots. It'll go so deep from the rear."

"Any time you're ready," I said with a quiver in my voice. "Making love to you that way has always been one of my favorite fantasies, even back when we were in high school."

Abby tilted her head and looked at me questioningly. "We were in high school together?"

I laughed and nodded. "I'm the guy in the dark clothes that always sat up in the top corner of the stands and watched you during cheerleader practice."

Abby laughed and whispered, "So you're that guy. I always wondered about that. Most of the girls thought you were creepy but I didn't." She paused a second and then licked my dick again. "If I had known then, what I know now..." She let the sentence trail off.

"We were in different circles and they never intersected," I told her.

"True, but you caused me to have to masturbate more than once. I had some outrageous fantasies at your expense. Some damned good orgasms, too."

I laughed and nodded. "I'm glad to know I wasn't the only one with that problem."

"Then it's about time to make our fantasies come true," she said standing up. 

Still holding my dick with one hand she walked to the end of the desk, turned, and bent over to rest on her elbows. "Is this the way you wanted me?"

My grin must have been a good enough answer as she giggled and wiggled her ass from side to side as she whispered, "This is going to hurt so good."

She released her grip on me as I slipped off the desk. I walked around behind her and sighed deeply at the sight of her beautiful upturned ass. My hands came up and caressed the firm smooth cheeks. Abby shivered as I did. I suddenly had the urge to slap her ass and I did. 

Abby gasped loudly and then moaned, "More. I wasn't kidding about liking to be spanked. A hand is even better than hips. It will make my ass all red and hot. Then your hips spanking me will just drive me up the wall with your dick slamming into my pussy." 

I had never spanked anyone in my life. I was suddenly at a loss what to do. How hard did I do it or how soft? Mentally I shrugged and slapped her other ass cheek. She whimpered loudly and flexed her hips. Reassured, I alternated cheeks until both were covered with red handprints. 

Abby had gasped a few times but mostly she whimpered and moaned as her hips fucked the air. She had stretched her arms out beyond her head and gripped the far edge of my desk. I suddenly had a vision of her tied down with a blindfold on and five people standing around the desk.

I shook my head and stepped up behind her. I grabbed a hip in each hand and rammed my dick home in her tight sopping wet pussy. Abby yelled loudly and slammed her ass back toward me tightly. I fucked her with long, hard, full strokes, spanking her ass hard with my hips.

To say she came would be an understatement. It was more of a long, drawn out explosion as she came and kept on coming. Her pussy got even hotter and wetter as it grabbed and tried to hold onto my moving dick. My own orgasm was slowly building which surprised me.

I had been on the ragged edge of coming as we sixty-nined on the desk but now it was like I was on a power trip to see how many orgasms she could have before I got off. I could see her arms straining as she pulled on the desk. Her hips were bobbing up and down and from side to side.

My hips slapped her ass with a rhythmic sound punctuated by grunts and groans and wails and moans from the two of us. Suddenly, I was there. I planted my dick as deep as it would go. I was coming in long spurts. 

Abby yelled at each one and wiggled back harder against me trying to drive my dick even deeper. I pulled back on her hips and flexed mine sharp and fast. Abby gave one more yell and then groaned deeply before she sighed contently.

Applause from the office door made me jump and Abby lifted up enough to look that way. All four of my nerds were clapping and grinning like mad.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be busy?" I asked slowly between ragged breaths.

Ellie laughed and nodded. "Yeah, but you guys were making so much noise we had to have a look."

"Yeah, the yelling and such we understood but the desk scrapping along the floor got us curious among other things," Eddie said with a grin as he stroked his long thick dick. "I've pounded some ass but you beat me by a mile boss."

Abby mumbled something and then lay back down on the desk. 

Ellie laughed and said, "Yeah, I was there earlier, remember." She grabbed a dick in each hand and added, "Ok, you guys, the show is over so lets get back to work."

"If this is work then I'm a pussy-eating Italian fool," Dave said with a laugh.

Ellie grinned. "You are, Dave. And do I have a deal for you! I'll crack code while you have an evening snack. Watching the boss and Abby has me horny as hell." 

"So how is that any different than normal?" Carl asked with raised eyebrows.

"Let me ask you this since you're my ass man. How are you at spankings? I haven't had one in a long time and I'm suddenly feeling the urge. Abby's nice red ass looks so hot. I'll bet it feels delicious."

"Uh, I've never done that," Carl said as he looked at Abby's ass and then down at Ellie's. "But I'll give it a try if you want."

"Oh, I want alright but right now we have a job to finish," Ellie said as she winked at me. "Why don't you two take a nap on the couch. There's a nice blanket and pillow on the shelf in the supply room."

"Yours?" I asked her.

She just winked and laughed as she led her harem of nerds away.



Abby



It was the end of the summer before my senior year of high school. God, I could hardly wait; either to start school or to finish it and not see a classroom again. I was neither with the in-crowd, or the dopers, or the jocks, or anything else. Being a military brat I moved around quite a bit, and never really stayed in one place long enough to establish myself with one or another group. So I survived the whole school social scene by my wits and quick tongue. And I was soon to find other uses for that last!

Paul (a friend) and I had arrived at the End o Summer Bash outside of our small Texas town, being held at some semi/wannabe-insider's house. We'd sort of crashed a couple of parties this past summer, and if it weren't for the Laurel and Hardy show we put on, I doubt we would have lasted too long at either of them. We were a Mutt and Jeff team; I was 6', 70's long blonde hair, blue eyes, and skinny as a rail, and Paul was just over 5' and almost that around. How we ever became friends I'll never know, but I'm glad we did. Anyway, it was still early evening and not too many folks were there yet, so we stood a chance of getting a couple of beers down before getting kicked out, if we did.

Having just turned 18 that July, I felt more than comfortable grabbing a beer and mingling with the crowd. Paul headed off in another direction, hoping to convince one of the single gals that he was just the right height to suck her tits...and that's the kind of line he'd use! Sometimes he'd get slapped silly, and others I'd see him going out where it's dark enough for privacy. He never seemed to have too much of a problem hooking up with someone, though. He told me one time that almost all the girls he'd disappear with would make him promise never to tell anyone they'd been with him! I wished him luck tonight; I wasn't really shopping for anything. Mary, my long time steady and I had been "not fighting" fighting for a couple of weeks now, and she didn't want to go to the party tonight. I figured it's only a matter of time before we finally split. I think she's just waiting to see what's going to be available once school started back up. Ah well...

I was sitting out on the front porch swing, sipping a beer, when Terry, the class pump, walked up the sidewalk with a cute redhead. Now, remember my online name here (Imaslut), and know that Terry's penchant for doing the big nasty was not something I held against her. After all, I liked it too! She just didn't care what anyone thought or said of her. She liked tight clothes that showed off her ample everything; big tits, big ass, big mouth. And if she had enough to drink she'd fill any one of them (and I heard tell all at the same time, once or twice. But that was just rumor.). I liked her because of her straight-forwardness, and honesty. We'd never really gotten together and she let me know why; she likes meat on her man, and, like I said, I was skinny as a rail. We finally did meet once, but that's another tale.

"Hey, Ter, how's things? Are ya about ready to start the last year?" Terry was right there at the bottom of the class standings along side of me. 

"Hell, no! I'm still trying to get all that crap from last year outta my head." True to form, Terry was wearing her fuck me outfit; a tube top that just barely kept her tits in, and a mini dinem skirt that was way to short for her plump thighs. "Rob, this is my cousin, Abby. Abby, Rob. She's visiting from New England for a month or so. Things are a bit rough at her house these days with her folks and all."

"TERRY!" Abby snapped at her, a scowl coming on her face. She turned to me and smiled, though. "Hi, there. Nice ta meetcha." 

"Hi. Likewise, Abby. You ladies want a beer or something?" Both wanted wine coolers and I headed off to find some, getting another beer for myself. I was surprised to find them still on the porch, with Abby sitting on the swing and Terry on the stoop. "Here ya go. Cheers!"

I stood leaning against one of the porch columns while we talked about this and that. Abby and Terry doing most of the talking, and I took the opportunity to check out Abby. I'd say she was about 5 or 6 inches shorter than me, strawberry blonde hair and bright green eyes. While she wasn't as full as Terry, she wasn't skinny either. Nice figure, B sized tits, I'd guess, which were moving nicely under her halter top, and a real nice derriere. The only flaws I'd say she had (and I didn't see them as flaws!) was her nose was a touch big, almost Indian, and she had a gap between her top front teeth. I later found out she could whistle pretty good through it! Being a redhead, she was pale, almost alabaster, in color, with great looking legs encased in bell bottomed hip hugger jeans.

I love redheads, and I kept asking myself if she was a true one. Coming from a family of big breasted women (and I mean Big), I've found I'm more attracted to smaller sized women. I think that's another of the reasons Terry and I never really got together; I just can't see making out with a girl who wears the same sized bra I used to use as a slingshot at home!

"So, how long have you been in town, Abby?"

"I flew in a couple of weeks ago. Terry's folks took us up to their cabin off Lake Travis right after I got here. It was nice, and not anywhere near what I was used to! It took a few days for me to get used to the sound of all those bugs at night."

"I can see you took care not to get fried by the sun! I'll bet you burn and peel pretty badly." I reached out and brushed her shoulder, moving her hair back. "I know all I do is burn and peel, burn and peel all summer long. Where's the cabin at, Ter?"

She turned to answer, and as she did her legs opened up. Not much left to the imagination, that's for sure! This was well before girls got trimmed, shaved or waxed. I think the closest a razor had been near Terry's lower lips was to get one of those bikini cuts! She saw where my eyes were looking and just smiled.

"Out about a mile up from Hippy Hollow." Now, if any of you know anything about Lake Travis, you know the Hollow was the skinny dipping part of the lake. Everybody knew about it, and if you didn't particularly want to hang out in all your glory, then you pretty much stayed away from the place. "It's in one of the coves around that part of the lake. Daddy can fish right from the porch, and momma gets to sun herself and read her books. It was kinda boring for a while up there, wasn't it, Kath?"

"Once that other family showed up with that boy of theirs, I didn't notice you around all that much! I wasn't bored before, and I sure as hell wasn't bored while you were "taking a walk"!" Abby shifted around on the swing, leaning forward enough to where I caught a glimpse of the shape of her right breast. I upped my estimate to a larger B cup! She looked up at me and said, "Look, there's more than enough room for you to sit here, have a seat." That first word made me think she caught me looking down her top, so I quickly ducked my head and sat next to her.

"Thanks." Once seated, I saw what she saw, right between Terry's spread knees! Knowing SHE knew what was out for all the look at, I knew she knew I was looking too! I must have started to blush, because the next thing she said was,

"Terry, close your legs. You're making him blush! I seem to recall you telling me he wasn't your type, so why are you flashing him now?" All that did was make me blush harder, which got her laughing. It was a nice sound, despite the blood roaring through my head...both of them.

Terry hoisted herself up, "Okay, I think he's seen enough anyway. You guys ready for another?", and she walked off towards the sounds of the party. "I'll be back in a bit with some refills."

The silence after she left was deafening, or so it seemed. "Er, Abby, if you want, we can go around back and I'll introduce you to some of the folks. You didn't come to a party just to park your butt on a swing."

"Actually, I didn't want to come. Terry knew you and Paul were going to be here and she's been talking about him off and on for the last week. Who is this guy that's rung her bell?" 

So I went into some detail about Paul, our friendship, and what it is that the girls seem to like about him, but won't admit to. You see, Paul has what some might call a physical abnormality. He might be short and pudgy, and we both act a bit immature at times (ok, most of the time). But just ask him to stick out his tongue! He's the only person I've ever known that can touch the bottom of his chin, or up past the tip of his nose without really trying! Abby found this hard to believe. Lo and behold, guess who walks around the corner with Terry.

"Show her, Paul. She doesn't believe me!" And he did just that, knowing exactly what I was talking about. Sure enough, out flops this tongue. For those of you who've seen Mel Brooks' History of the World, Part I, think of Gregory Heines opening his mouth in the harem!

"Oh, my gosh!" Abby sat there twisted around to see, with not only her mouth hanging open. I had a clear view down the view of the halter at her left breast. On top of everything else I find good about this girl, she has Puffy Nipples to boot! I gotta get to know this gal better!

She swings around as the pair come up the steps to where we sat, and I averted my eyes before she saw, but not before Terry caught me. "So you look up as well as down, eh, Rob?" The smirk on her face letting Abby know what she was talking about. And, of course, I start blushing again as Abby turned my way. All I could do was give her a sheepish grin and shrug a shoulder.

Abby playfully elbowed me in the side as she turned back, "I would have never believed that had I not seen it, Paul! My god, now I know why Terry was all hot and bothered to get here."

Paul just grinned, "I gotta have something to make up for being 'down and round'!" He flicked the tip of his tongue a couple of times, then turned to me. "Hey, Ter and I wanna go to a movie. There's not much happenin' here, and our gracious host isn't all that pleased to see me, knowing you can't be too far behind. Did you forget she's on of Mary's friends? What were you thinking?"

At the mention of Mary, Abby turned to me, while Terry just smiled, waiting to see what song and dance I was going to pull out of my ass. I figure the true won't hurt, especially since I really didn't see anything happening between us. "She's my girl friend...I think. We've been going through some "disagreements" lately and aren't talking...I think. I really don't know what's going on.

Abby just looked at me for a long moment before turning back to Terry. "So, what's it to be? Have you got any particular show in mind?"

"Hell, no!" Terry just laughed. I saw Paul's hand move off her hip and disappear down her backside. Her short skirt seemed to move of it's own accord, but I could see the smile on her face get just a little bigger.

"Uh, Abby, I don't think they really care what's playing." I turned to her, "The Return of the Pink Panther is still playing at the one theater off Riverside. Wanna see that one?"

Terry just snorted and Abby shot her one of those "looks". "Sure, seeing as I really don't have a choice. No offense, Rob, that's not aimed at you, or Paul. I just know I can't go back to Terry's house without her. Heck, the only way she got off restriction was by saying I wanted to come to this party!"

Paul grinned and looked at Terry. "Restriction?"

Terry stuck her tongue out at Abby before glancing between Paul and me. "It's nothing I haven't gotten in trouble about before, and I'm sure I'll get in trouble again", and she turned a glare at Abby, "especially if somebody doesn't keep their mouth shut!"

Abby turned to me as she was getting up. "Come on, let's go", as she bounced down the steps. "I'll tell you all about it on the way. Who drove, anyway? Terry's dad dropped us off here," and she turned back to face Terry, "to make sure we were really going to a party with other people around." She was smiling the whole time she said it. Me, I was smiling 'cause I couldn't take my eyes off of that butt of hers! Terry needed to vent in some way, and she didn't want to piss off Paul, so she just reached over and smacked me upside the head.

"Stop looking at her like that. She's my cousin, so be nice!", is all she said when I whipped around to say something to her.

Now, it's summer, in Texas, and it's hotter'n hell, and Paul's boat of a car didn't have working air conditioning. In it's time, the 1965 Impala was the most expensive car Chevy made, and this was one of 'em...in it's time. The a/c gave out sometime in June, and Paul just didn't have the cash to get it fixed, and we were feeling it during this early evening drive. It must have been over a hundred in the backseat, where Abby and I were sitting. At least we had the wind blowing on us from the open windows.

The trip to the theater wasn't all that long, but long enough for us all to be soaked though with sweat. Which did nothing but improve my estimate on the size of Abby's breasts! I figure they're a small C, at least. Thank goodness for halter tops and braless babes!

Part II

The movie was pretty good, and I was enjoying it. I figured that I'd get slapped if I tried anything with Abby, especially after Paul brought up Mary's name early. So I'll be the gentleman, and keep my hands to myself. I bought her ticket, along with Paul and Terry's as they seemed to have no cash. But she insisted on getting the popcorn and sodas. She surprised me by only getting two sodas, "It was cheaper buying two of the popcorn/soda deals than getting the sodas separate. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, not at all. I'm pretty sure I don't have anything catchy right now." I said with a grin. She handed the other two their snacks and we headed in a few minutes before the movie was to start. The show had been out for a while, so the movie wasn't all that busy; there might have been twenty people scattered throughout, giving us our pick of seats. Of course, Paul headed for something near the back, and we just followed along.

At least the other two waited until the lights went down before they started sucking face. From the noises coming from that direction, that's exactly what they were doing. This was the first time I'd had the pleasure of seeing Paul in action...or Terry for that matter! They were sitting to the left of Abby, and I used the movement and noise coming from them as an excuse to look in that direction. She looked over every once in a while, as well, then glanced at me with a sheepish look on her face before turning back to the movie.

About half-way through the show Abby reached over and started holding my hand, in my lap. I looked over at her, also seeing Terry's big ass sticking up in the air as she was leaning over toward Paul. I squeezed her hand and when she looked at me I nodded in Terry's direction. She looked over and shook her head slightly, then leaned in toward me like she wanted to say something.

"She's such a slut," she whispered. "This is the reason she was on restriction. He mom caught her with that boy from the other family up at the cabin." She looked in my eyes, shaking her head again. I leaned into her, "So? Is there something wrong if she likes doing things like this?"

Abby just looked at me for a second, then I leaned in again. "There's nothing wrong with her liking to neck and makeout. If it makes her feel good, then why not?"

She just looked at me again, then leaned over. "I guess you're right. Who am I to judge?", and she squeezed my hand, shifting around in her seat. Doing this caused our hands to ride up my thigh a bit, where she got to feel how seeing those two making out was effecting me. I'd had a hardon though most of the movie, and now she knew it! Her hand jerked away and eventually she took it back to her side of the armrest. Ah, well. At least I got to touch her for a while, and her feeling my hardon will make for a good jerking off later on that night.

After a bit Abby reached over for my hand again, only this time putting both in her lap. Being a typical teenager, all I could think was "Wow". While my hand might have been on top, and wasn't really in contact with her crotch, it was at least a hell of a lot closer to it than I expected it to be! She leaned toward me. thinking she was going to say something, I leaned as well, offering my ear to hear. When she shifted, she pulled our hands tight against her crotch, making my dick jump in the confines of my pants.

"I'm glad you don't judge my cousin for her behavior, Rob." She kissed my ear lightly, letting her tongue lap at my lobe. "I've got the same problem she does. It's why my parents sent me out here for part of the summer." She had both hands on mine as she ground it into the crotch of her jeans, my hand now directly in contact with her clothes. I was too scared to move, thinking she'd stop or something. She laid her head on my shoulder, bringing her breast in contact with my arm. I thought I was gonna cum in my jeans!

Now, Mary and I had played around quite a bit during our long relationship, but never had intercourse. I didn't think I would have been able to do anything with Abby, so this was more than I expected. I helped apply pressure on her crotch, and she seemed to let me take control of the movement. 

I turned toward her more fully, intent on kissing her. Glancing beyond her I saw Paul on his knees in front of Terry, her skirt up around her waist and her feet propped on the seats in front of her. A glance at Abby and I nodded in their direction. When she turned to see them I nibbled her ear, moving down her neck. She stayed facing that direction for some time, allowing me to lick and kiss her there. Her breast was still rubbing against my arm, so I took my free hand and reached inside her halter, cupping her left breast. She brought her head around and looked at me.

"Please stop," she whispered.

I was floored! Of course I did. I slid my hand out, and turned back in my seat, removing my hand from hers. She resisted that last, but held tightly to my arm crushing her breast against it. Leaning toward me, she whispered,

"I'm sorry." I glanced over to her and mouthed "Don't be. It's alright.", and patted her thigh to reassure her it was her choice. Granted, that wasn't what I was feeling! Here I had this amazingly painful hardon, and I was confused as hell! What the hell was all that before, "...having the same problem..." as terry; being sent out here by her folks. The only problem I know Terry having is keeping her legs togther!!

Toward the end of the movie, just before the credits started to roll Terry leaned over, "Paul and I ain't done yet, guys! We wanna go someplace after this." She said all this as she was adjusting her clothes before the lights came back up. I'm thinking, great, I'll get to spend the next hour or so twiddling my thumbs next to this prick tease while Paul's playing stinky finger with Terry. To call my mood black would be shading it a tad too lightly!

I tried my best not to show my thoughts to Abby. The credits were rolling and the house lights had yet to come up, but both Paul and Terry were standing and ready to go. As I started to stand, Abby reached over and touched my thigh...

"I'm sorry, really," she whispered, " I just can't be as comfortable as her doing things like this so publicly." I nodded to her and gave her a reassuring smile as I stood. The smile froze on my face as her hand followed my movement up and she scrapped her fingers along the length of my hard dick. Hell, I froze, and she smiled a little and stood up. Now I was REALLY confused! A state I find myself in to this day when it comes to the fairer sex.

As we were walking out I pulled my shirttails out to cover the wet spot from my leaking dick, and the obvious bulge the damn thing was making in the front of my pants. I heard Terry snicker and Abby smile a bit when I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Paul, in all his wisdom pipes up, 




Abby



"Hey guys, let's pick up something and head on out to this spot I know." I pointedly looked at Abby before turning to him. 

"It's up to the girls, don't ya think?" Terry popped right up saying "I'm all for it. Kath ain't goin' home without me, so she's all for it, too!" Abby just rolled her eyes and continued outside to the car.

Part III

Paul knew how to pick a spot. I would have never found this place we stopped at with a map! And it was only about 2 miles from where we started out the evening. Secluded, but not too much so, near the small lake by our high school. We could still hear town noises, but they were faint and muffled by the trees around us. Both he and Terry had grabbed the blanket out of the trunk and headed toward the small beach near us. leaving Abby and I looking around and...looking around. I was still a bit miffed and trying to be civil. I heard a deep sign from the other side of the seat...

"Rob?" Abby sounded tentative.

"Yeah."

She reached across and brushed my arm; I turned to face her.

"No, turn back around." As I did, she twisted around and lay across my lap, her head on the small armrest on my side of the car. I looked down at her, carefully laying one arm across her stomach, the other on the window ledge. She had a small smile on her lips.

"I said I was uncomfortable doing things in such a public place, Rob, not that I didn't like doing them." Her hand came up to the side of my face. 

"I think I said I had the same problem Terry had, one that you seemed so understanding with." She used her free hand to move mine from her stomach and guided me to cupping her breast. "I really enjoyed you kissing and biting my neck while I watched Terry and Paul. I do so like watching others doing the things I like doing." She continued to look into my eyes.

"You like watching to, don't you?"

I wasn't sure I could talk right then. Her breast felt wonderful in my hand. Hers was still atop mine, and she squeezed, slowly increasing the pressure I/we were putting on that mound of flesh. I thought it might be too much, but she just let out a soft moan.

"Do you?"

I nodded my head, then realized she might not have seen it. "Yes. This was the first time I'd seen either of them in action. I've heard rumors of things Terry has supposedly done with guys, and just what Paul has said he can do with that tongue of his."

"You're getting hard again. I can feel it on my back. Which is exciting you more, touching me or thinking of what they're doing out there?" 

Abby had dropped her hand from my face and replaced it with the one helping me fondle her breast. With the free one, she untied the string holding the halter closed, then dropped her hand to her lap. She spread her legs a bit so her fingers could wrap around her crotch.

"Do you want to go watch them play? This isn't so public, Rob. Can we watch them play?" Her hips were slowly rolling in time with her hand, which caused her back to press against my cock. I pushed back against her, wanting to gain some sort of release.

"Your going to make me cum if you keep that up, Kath." I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues writhing against one another, licking her teeth. She grabbed my hair and forced me hard against her mouth, bruising my lips; she closed her mouth around my tongue as sucked it into her mouth.

Her hips were still rolling in a rhythm simulating fucking, her legs spread wide. I moved my hand from her breast to her crotch and immediately felt the intense heat coming from her pussy. The denim material seemed too thick as I tried to gain some contact with her mound, and I thought I grabbed her too hard.

"Aaaaaaaauuuuhhhhhh, goooooood, damnwhydyoudothaaaaatttttt!" I pulled up from her kiss and watched her work her way through her orgasm. What a sight! Her eyes were wide and staring at me, her hand gripping the seat hard as she arched her back against the pressure of my hand on her cunt. Her other hand seemed to have a death grip on her breast, squeezing it far beyond what I would have done to it! Her breath was shallow and panting, with small grunt sounds coming out every time she exhaled.

"Damn you're beautiful when you cum, girl." I kept the pressure on her crotch, feeling the heat and dampness, no, wetness seeping through the material. "Your cunt is on fire!"

"Yeeeeesssssssss..." she hissed as her orgasm started to subside. She reached down and grabbed my hand roughly, glaring up at me as she did so. "I'm not done yet, fucker." I resisted moving my hand, but she forced it up the front of her pants. I tried to undo her belt, but she now had both hands pulling mine up, and up.

Once my hand cleared the waistband she started forcing it back down, only to the inside of her pants! "I need something in me, Rob. Fuck me with your fingers! Watch me cum again!! Please......" I forced my hand down inside her tight jeans, under her panties and brushed through her pubes. I briefly wondered what color her hair was down there, but soon forgot that as my fingers slipped over the sopping wetness of her cunt.

"...cunt is wet...Does it bother you when I use that word? I love that word. It's not an insult, it's a description of your sex, all of it, all of you."

"nnnnnngggggghhhhh...." Was all that came out as I easily slipped two fingers inside of her box. "Iloveittooooooo...."

"....itsoundssoooooonaaastyiloveitiloveitiloveit.........fuuuuuuckkkkkkk...."

"....faster.....don't stop, baby.....fuck........faassstter....."

Her pants still being fastened was killing my wrist, and the angle really sucked, but I kept it up, easily slipping a third finger insider her. I could feel the knob of her clit pressing against my palm. Abby's upper body suddenly convulsed upward...

"SUCK MY TITS....NOW!!!" She jerked her loose halter down exposing her naked breasts to me and I dropped my head down to her tits, blindly feeling for it/them. "HARDER, SUCK HARDER, BITE.......ooooooohhhhhhhh I'm gonna cummmmm agaaainnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggh.........."

Her elbow shifted between us to my raging hardon and started pushing against it. That's all it needed to start boiling over.

"I'm cumming tooooooo...damn, girl......." My hand and arm convulsed as I shot the load in my pants, putting such a grip on her mound I thought I would break her. As my fingers shifted, another slipped inside her, making it four that was now up in that furnace of a cunt. 

That seemed to have been too much for her. Her body completely collapsed back onto my lap and her head lolled to the side. Short, shallow breaths were coming out of her along with soft grunts as she worked her way down from her orgasm. Small twitches still caused her body to move in an uncontrolled way. I slowly, painfully moved my hand from inside her pants, wondering at the amount of fluids that leaked out of her during this brief time.

She rolled her head to look up at me, I cradled it close, and she whispered, "Do you wanna go watch?"



Abby



The first time that I saw Abby I was doing my best to have quiet beer in a crowded Sydney bar. Cigarette smoke was attempting to hold down the noise by sitting on top of it but was fighting a losing battle.

Three seats away an attractive woman who looked to be in her early thirties was desperately trying to ignore a heavily built man who, by getting right in her face, was making it impossible. The situation bore all the hallmarks of a domestic dispute. I knew from bitter experience that the best way to deal with this kind of disagreement was to keep right out of it. But I never learn.

For a short while the man continued to badger her, he was becoming ever more aggressive. Then in that way that women have of saying "This conversation is now over." She picked up her bag swivelled away from him and walked across the bar and out of the door.

For a moment he stood there mouth open looking stupid leading me to think that their argument was indeed over. Then in that way that drunken men have of saying "Bullshit! I ain't even started yet." He banged his glass down on the bar with such force that he smashed it then set off after her. This did not look good I finished my beer then followed him.

It might seem that I was being a little cavalier in finishing my drink before dashing off to rescue the fair damsel but in my experience these things usually resolve themselves if left to their own devices for a short time.

This time the devices had decreed that he hold her by the throat with his left hand with her head jammed against a wall whilst his right hand was cocked and ready to fire. Had he hit her with anything like his full strength, her head had nowhere to go. Bones in her face would be broken, brain damage was distinctly possible. She might even be killed. 

I was ten paces away and closing fast but not fast enough so I yelled.

'Hey! Leave the lady alone.'

'Piss off.' He growled without turning his head to me.

'I'll piss off when you leave the lady alone.' Now I was standing alongside him. 

'I said piss off'. This time he had the good grace to at least look at me.

'And I said that I will piss off when you leave the lady alone. Now let her go.'

He decided to take my advice but only because he realized that it would be easier to swing a punch at me if he released her. He was big but drunk and lumberingly slow. I could see the punch coming from half a block away making it easy to duck inside and fire off a quick penetrating right hand into his bulging belly. The air shot out of him like a deflating truck tyre as he began to double over. 

First law of street fighting,

"Never give a sucker a fighting chance." 

Before he could double over I shoved my shoulder into his chest driving him down to the footpath then followed through by straddling him with my knees pinning his shoulders down while my fist poised inches above his face. 

'Had enough?'

He nodded his head .Yes.

I rose to my feet keeping a wary eye on him, which turned out to be unnecessary as he rolled over brought his knees up to his chest and began noisily vomiting.

I turned to the woman she looked puzzled. Women are usually bewildered by the speed with which violence occurs. 'Are you OK.' I asked.

She nodded dumbly then added 'Yes thankyou very much.' before bursting into tears.

It struck me that the time for crying was when her head was jammed against the wall but she was probably too terrified to cry back then. I took her by the arm 

'C'mon let's get you away from here.' 

We had walked a block and turned a corner she had stopped crying before I spoke again.

'I'm Danny. Danny McIver.'

We stopped under a street light she looked up to me. Dark hair, almost black, framed an elfin face with a wide mouth, slightly tip tilted nose and blue eyes that looked as if they were made of silk. That hair those eyes, so Irish that her name had to be something like Siobhan O'Brien. She smiled, eyes crinkled and said 

'Abby; Abby Jackson. Thankyou for everything Mr McIver.'

'Danny please.'

'Danny then, and please call me Abby.'

'Pleased to mee'cha Abby.' 

We stood shaking hands as if we had just been introduced at a formal gathering. The incongruity of it got to us as we both started laughing.

'I'm sorry for getting you involved in all of this Danny. I didn't mean-----. ' 

I cut in. 'You don't have to apologise and you don't have to explain.' 

'I feel that I at least owe you an explanation.'

'You owe me nothing. But if talking helps go ahead.'

'David; that man back there, used to be my husband.'

'Used to be?'

'Our divorce came through over three months ago but he thinks that he still owns me.'

'Nobody owns anybody.'

'I tried telling David that but every time we meet this kind of thing happens.'

'You mean that it's happened before?'

'Yes. Not always this bad but he is a violent man.'

'Haven't you put a restraining order on him?'

'I didn't dare.'

'C'mon.' I took her arm again as we walked.

'Where are you taking me?'

'To the police station.'

Sergeant Barry Hagan was manning the desk his dark head bowed as if he were studying a document. If I knew Barry that document would be the form guide. We went back a ways. Time was when we had danced around each other in the centre of a boxing ring. That was when I'd learned that the only way to knock Barry Hagan out was to hit him over the head with the corner stool. Only problem was that the rules didn't allow that so I'd had to stand and take what was coming.

'Hi sarge.'

Barry looked up. 'Danny McIver! It's been awhile. To what do we owe this visit business or pleasure?'

'C'mon sarge you know me better than that. If this was a pleasure visit I'd have a slab of beer under my arm.'

'OK. Business it is then. What can I do for you Danny?'

'Not me. This is Abby Jackson she wants to take a violence restraining order against her ex. I just had a quiet word with him.'

'I know your quiet words Danny. I'm surprised that he isn't the one standing here with a complaint.'

'He might be soon.'

Barry grinned. 'If you had to deal with him I'm sure that he deserved it. Leave it to me. Now Mrs Jackson tell me what's been happening.'

By the time that Abby had finished her story Barry was looking serious. 

'You've done the right thing in coming in Abby. This man needs restraining.'

'It was Danny's idea.' Again that crinkle eyed smile. It occurred to me that she was more than attractive. She was beautiful.

Barry continued taking down her details he asked her address. 

'Sixty five King Street.' She replied 

'King Street.' I echoed. 'I live at number one five two. We're almost neighbours.'

We left the police station and walked to where my car was parked. As we drove home we took things beyond the 'Pleased to mee'cha' stage. I discovered that Abby worked as a receptionist at a busy medical practice, whilst she learned that I was a personal protection agent which is just a piss elegant way of saying 'bodyguard'. I was currently between contracts having most recently provided protection for a visiting American actress. 

When we arrived at Abby's home I killed the motor turned to her and said. 

'Remember this. There are two things that you have to do if David comes to your door. First call me, here's my number.' I gave her my card. 'Next call the cops.'

'Why do I have to call you first?' She asked.

'Because I live just over there and I will get here much sooner than the police.'

Again that smile. 'I really do feel much safer with you just over there. Thankyou Danny thankyou for everything.'

She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. It was only a light kiss yet it was so soft and so warm that I knew that it would linger on long after she had left.

She got out of the car before realizing that she'd left her bag on the floor. Turning she bent forward to retrieve it. I'm a breast man, there was no way I was not going to notice hers. The top two or three buttons of her shirt were undone allowing more than enough of them to be seen. They were what we guys call "Perfect" firm and full they packed her bra to the limit. As I looked up to her face she smiled. I felt like a naughty little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

'Goodnight Abby.'

'Goodnight Danny'.

When I reached home the phone was ringing. I picked it up.

'Hi Danny; Abby here.'

'Have you forgotten something?' I answered through the remnants of a still warm lingering kiss.

'Only to invite you to my place for a meal; just my way of saying thankyou.'

'Sounds great.'

'Thursday Ok? I have a rostered day off.'

'Fine I'm looking forward to it.'

We goodnighted each other again and hung up. Today was Sunday. Thursday seemed a long way off.

Wednesday evening was closer and that is when Abby called me again. There was panic and terror in her voice.

'Danny! David is at the door.'

She needn't have told me that, I could hear hammering and yelling going on in the background,

'Ok Abby don't answer it; call the cops I'm on my way.'

It was quicker to leg it over to her place than to take the car. Again as I approached him I yelled

'Leave the lady alone.' this time adding 'arsehole' in the interest of truth and accuracy.

He turned to face me waving an iron bar about. 

'I thought that you might be hanging around dickhead. This time I'm ready for you.'

Second law of street fighting.

"If you are going to bring an iron bar to a street fight use it; don't threaten with it." 

This time I had to move fast before he realized that he was contravening the second law. Before he could react I was close enough to grasp both of his shoulders. 

You either have to go to Liverpool to learn how to use the Liverpool kiss, or you need to be taught by an expert. I had my own pet expert. What is not widely known is that the Liverpool kiss is a two pronged attack as David Jackson was about to find out.

Tightening my grip on his shoulders I hammered my head forward whilst simultaneously bringing my right knee up. The top of my forehead slammed into the bridge of his nose, opening his face like a split melon at the same time as my knee crunched into his crotch. Nobody ever carried on fighting after the kiss was correctly applied. David was no exception; before he hit the deck both of his eyes had swollen shut his hands were clutching his crushed gonads and he was once again busily vomiting.

I rang the doorbell and spoke quietly.

'It's OK Abby it's Danny.'

She must have been standing right behind the door because she immediately opened it. She was wearing a silken housecoat that hugged her gorgeous figure.

'Oh Danny thank God you're here.'

She looked past me to where David was selfishly keeping his agony to himself. Again she burst into tears.

'I thought that he was going to break the door down and kill me. He was furious because I had put that restraining order on him.'

I turned her around and propelled her back into the house closing the door behind me.

'Where's your kitchen?'

Once there I got her to make us coffee. It's always a good idea to keep someone busy when they've been under stress.

'Have you phoned the cops?' I asked

She nodded. 'Yes as soon as I'd finished speaking with you.'

We had hardly started our coffee when the doorbell rang. Abby froze.

'Don't worry it won't be David he won't be up to ringing doorbells for some time.'

I opened the door to Sergeant Barry Hagan framed by two younger uniforms.

'Evening Danny.' he said politely. 'I can see that you haven't forgotten that Liverpool kiss technique that I taught you.'

'It's been handy more than once sarge this time that idiot wanted to wrap an iron bar around my ears.' 

'Fair enough Danny. Not much in the way of police work left to do here just a bit of garbage collecting. Hey you two.' he addressed the younger cops 'Load that piece of broken nosed shit into the paddy wagon.' 

'So what happens now sarge?' I asked.

'Oh I wouldn't be in lover boy's shoes for all the tea in China. Margaret Lane is the duty magistrate tomorrow and you know how she feels about wife beaters who break restraining orders. She'll be having what is left of his balls for her breakfast.'

He grinned, gave me a friendly punch that nearly broke my shoulder and disappeared into the night.

When I reported the gist of our conversation to Abby she again started crying but this time it was tears of relief that flowed down her lovely face. She controlled herself long enough to ask.

'Is it really over Danny?'

'Put it this way. David would have to be stark raving mad to come back here again. Not only would he have me to cope with but he would also definitely end up in prison.'

Her relief was palpable I could literally see the weight being lifted from her shoulders as she straightened and took a pace forward to wrap her arms around me.

If there is one thing that is sexier than a beautiful naked woman then it is a beautiful naked woman wrapped in silk. I couldn't see but could definitely feel every curve of her body including the two delightful nipples that pressed against my chest. I looked down to see those lovely nipples graze their way up my chest as she raised herself onto her toes so that our lips could meet. This time her kiss was more than soft and warm; it was long, lingering and full of promise. As we parted she asked.

'Are you staying for dinner?'

'I thought that dinner was planned for tomorrow night.'

'It is.'

I would like to report that we both had the most incredible earth shattering orgasms but I don't tell lies. There are times when I can be so sensitive that I even surprise myself. Something inside me just knew that Abby needed to feel safe and protected far more than she needed sex. 

So despite the fact that I spent the night with a truly beautiful sexy woman in my arms nothing happened. Yet somehow it felt right and it felt good when she whispered, 'Thankyou Danny' just before she kissed me goodnight.

It was on the beach the following day that I learned how Abby kept her figure in shape. Swimmers like Abby do not wear bikinis. The great pity is that nobody has designed a two piece costume that could withstand the stresses and strains that she would put it through. I'm not a bad swimmer but definitely not in her league. The words Grace Beauty Strength and Power leapt to mind as I stood on Bondi beach watching her slice through the water without seeming to make any effort. 

Whilst she was busy keeping her figure in shape by cutting laps parallel to the beach I splashed around body surfing. Why would I want to get in her way while she was trying to improve on perfection?

Just how perfect I was to discover soon enough. I was lying on the beach working on my sun-tan when she came out of the water.

Ever since man first started scrawling on cave walls he has been trying to capture the image of a beautiful woman walking out of the ocean. Sandro Botticelli tried it on canvas with the Birth of Venus. Blake Edwards tried it on the big screen with Bo Derek in 10. I'm here to tell you that nobody got it right.

Water streamed from her to pool in her footsteps as if it were loath to leave her. With shoulders held back and chin high there would have been an almost regal air about her posture except regal ain't so downright sexy. Her jet black hair hung over her right shoulder and cascaded down to her cleavage. Did I just say cleavage? What I really meant was cleeeeeaaavage. Her swimsuit which looked hot when it was dry was now wet and clinging to her in a manner that was downright erotic. The way that her cold erect nipples stood proud through the fabric confirmed what every man on the beach was thinking, that this lady did not have or need a built in bra. Her six pack of abdominals rippled when she moved while the swell of her hips swayed. But it was her incredible legs that drew most attention, long, and perfectly formed, the play of muscle, as she walked, went way beyond what music, poetry or art could express. Smooth bronzed thighs formed a vee and where they met a hint of a camel toe just in case there was any doubt that she was all woman.

I rose to my feet to meet her.

How To Make Danny McIver feel like King of the World. 101.

Just let Abby Jackson walk out of the ocean throw her arms around him and give him a long lingering sexy kiss.

This will also earn you a credit pass mark in. How to make the rest of the male population green with envy. 101.

Lunch at a quiet restaurant overlooking the beach consisted of a light seafood salad washed down with a Riesling that did more than compliment the food. 

Our fingers had sneaked across the table to touch and caress each other whilst toes had mirrored their actions beneath the table; her skin, her touch, both soft and silken sending electrical impulses coursing through me.

We had reached the delightful stage of finding out things about each other. The things that matter the small intimate things that make life interesting: things to do with wants, needs, ambitions and challenges. 

It almost came as a shock when Abby spoke of the kind of person she needed in her life, some-one she could depend on, strong enough to take care of her and yet be sensitive to her needs. A man who could make the hard decisions yet not be afraid to show a gentle side. A man she could depend upon and would depend on her. Abby was describing me.

Then when it came to my turn to speak of the kind of woman that I was seeking; an independent lady who needed some-one strong to care for her who would be sensitive to my needs yet unafraid to voice her own. A woman who would stand at my side when hard decisions needed to be taken, a lady who had experienced life and knew what she wanted out of it. I was describing Abby.

It was then that the lightning struck us. How can I describe this thunderbolt? It is all of the above and so very much more. It is as though all of the tiny gaps in your life have been filled. It is an understanding, no! Much more than that. An absolute certainty that the person before you is the right one for you. It is a blinding realisation that you belong together, that you are each incomplete without the other. It is all of this and an overwhelming physical need.

How we kept our hands off each other in that restaurant I will never know. I hope that I paid the bill because I have no recollection of doing so. Neither do I remember driving back to Abby's place. But I do know that we left a trail of clothing between the front door and the bedroom. All of which was achieved without a word being spoken since the moment that the lightning struck.

I told you awhile back that there is nothing sexier than a beautiful woman wrapped in silk. I lied. Because the most erotic sight of my life now stood naked before me; her breasts heaving while desire blazed in her eyes. I have no memory of when or where my erection started only a sudden awareness of it. I had never been so hard in my entire life; it was as though my cock was made of stainless steel and covered in a skin of silk. Abby's desire was equally obvious; her nipples stood proudly erect in the centre of their pink areoles. Her mons bore a small vee of soft dark hair pointing down to the junction of her legs where the neat slit of her sex glistened from the slick juices that came from within her. 

For a moment that seemed like an hour but was little more than seconds we stood frozen. Then we reached out and touched and all of the force that the thunderbolt had infused in us leapt from one to the other. The fusing of minds and bodies that occurred is impossible to describe. We became one. Our lips met trying to draw even more from each other, our bodies melded; flesh joining flesh. Her pussy left a trail of juices down my leg as my cock lavished precum across her abdomen; each of us endowing a liquid testament of our needs. Unbelievably my prick grew even more rigid till it was almost painful; every ridge and vein distended to its utmost.




Abby



Somehow we found ourselves lying side by side on the bed. I knew without being told that Abby's breasts were super sensitive; that biting would be painful to her. As I suckled and nibbled her proud nipples she spoke for the first time since leaving the restaurant.

'Danny!' The utterance somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.

She knew without being told that I was not turned on by having finger nails trailed along my cock. She took hold firmly and began stroking up and down. I could feel her hand rippling along the ridges and bumping over the steel hard glans. I spoke for the first time since leaving the restaurant.

'Abby!' The exclamation coming from my throat was torn from my soul.

Saying each other's name was more than enough to express all the love, desire and passion that we felt.

My kisses had moved from her flawless breasts to trail across her abdomen where my tongue cut laps around a cute belly button before continuing towards her sex. Her pubic hair had a soft silken texture. Again my tongue cut laps, this time around the pouting lips of her pussy literally lapping the honey that seeped from between them. I paused to insert a finger, which I curled to locate her G-spot as the flat of my tongue massaged her clit. Her fingers were wrapped in my hair as she pushed my head toward her sex. Her hips rose to meet my questing tongue and fingers, her back began to arch. She was very close to orgasm; her breath was rasping in her throat her head thrown back. At the very instant before she came she pushed my head away then dropped her hips causing my finger to slide out of her.

Briefly I wondered what was going on, but before I had chance to ask she had my cock in her mouth. Again she knew exactly what I liked. Her wet warm mouth sucked firmly as her head bobbed up and down. Then when my cock was ready to explode she began twirling her head each time she lifted it. I was close to coming, my balls had begun to boil and I had reached the point of no return. At least I thought I had till the thought leapt into my mind that I really badly wanted my orgasm to be simultaneous with Abby's. Then I understood why she had stopped me.

As I knelt between her legs I looked into those silken blue eyes and saw more love and desire than I thought the world could contain. My cock was brushing against her engorged labia. She lifted her head to kiss me softly then as she lay back she reached between us using her left hand to part her pussy lips she grasped my cock with her right and guided me into her.

Her mouth had been warm her pussy was hot! Although she was well lubricated with her copious love honey she was still tight then I realised that she was using her pelvic floor muscles to grasp me as I pushed into her. The feeling was exquisite; I did not feel as though she were holding me with her pussy rather that she was pulling me ever deeper into her. Then when I started to withdraw her pussy sucked against me as if loath to let me withdraw.

No matter how fast I pounded I could still feel her grasp as I drove inward and suck as I withdrew. It was almost too good to be true but it was happening and it was real. Then I understood that Abby was perfect for me in more ways than I could ever think of and with this understanding came the orgasm that my life had been waiting for. It began with the whole of my skin buzzing then worked its way into the very core of my being; my heart hammered my brain turned somersaults in my skull as I reached an ecstasy that I would never have thought possible. I pushed my cock as far into her as was feasible and held there as I felt great ropes of my seed spurting into her. Yet even though my cock was unmoving I could still feel the grasping sucking coming from within her. Her back was arched, her head thrown back, her voice keening in ecstasy as I realised that our orgasms were simultaneous.

Afterward as we lay together I felt more at one with myself and at peace with the world than I have ever felt before. I knew that this was because I had found my soul mate; the one woman on the entire planet who was perfect for me. I also knew that soon I would ask her to be my wife. I already knew what her answer would be.

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Abby



I have been having an affair with a married woman for the past five years and it was only last week that her hubby finally found out. But let me begin at the start.

My name is Alan and I am in my late thirties of average build with all my own hair and teeth. I was the manager of a big supermarket chain and I first met Abby when she came for a job interview. Needless to say when I saw how stunning she looked I had no qualms in offering her the job right there and then. It was for my assistant manager as the previous one had left to go to another company.

Abby was twenty eight years old with 38dd boobs which were the first thing I noticed about her as she walked in the door of my office. She has shoulder length red hair, emerald green eyes and is about five foot eleven tall with really nice legs and a tight little ass. She had been married for about eight years and had two kids, a boy aged six and a girl aged four. Her hubby became a friend not long after Abby got the job and he was then thirty five years old. I found out from a friend of Abby that her hubby couldn't keep her satisfied sexually and she had been seeing other men after work.

I had always tried to ask her out but she always told me that she was already going out with friends or out with her hubby. There was a big Halloween party coming up and I thought if I could get her drunk enough then I would have a chance of fucking her but I failed again as I was beaten to the punch by one of the other store managers. Her hubby didn't take to kindly to her coming home that night at around three in the morning so she decided to give up the excitement of fucking other men for a while until her hubby trusted her to go out again with friends and not come home rat arsed like she was doing.

It was a year later at the works Christmas party that I finally got my taste of the very slutty Abby. She had been drinking way to much during the evening and when she was up dancing with her fellow male colleagues their hands would wander all over her delectable body. Even when she was up dancing with a few of the women there seemed to be hands everywhere from both of them. Every time I tried to get a dance with her I was too late there always seemed to be someone beating me to the punch. So I had to sit there and watch her being man handled by not only the men but the women too.

It was then that I thought of what she would be like by the end of the night and seeing she was not only my employee but also I was a friend of her and her hubby I decided that I was going to be the one taking her home that night. If I wasn't going to be getting any from her I was making sure that no one else was getting any either. By the time the party was over she was anyone's for the taking. So I decided that I was taking her home that night and I wasn't having any other Tom, Dick or Harry taking her home and fucking her before dropping her off.

After taking her by the arm and colleting her coat I managed to get her out and into the back of my car. By the time we were about half way towards her home all I heard from the back seat was Abby moaning as if she were being fucked. So I pulled in at the next layby to see what was going on in the back as I couldn't quite see in my rear view mirror and hearing her moaning my cock was starting to wake up and looking for some attention.

When I opened that back door and peered in there was Abby with her short black skirt bunched up to her waist in her black leather knee high boots and black hold up stockings. Her low cut black top was hanging off one shoulder so much that you could see her red lacy bra. Her hands were inside her matching red lace panties and she was playing with her pussy and I could smell her arousal. I had found out she can be a right little slut when she is horny and drunk and it wouldn't matter who it was that was with her man or woman she would have been theirs. I had also found out that she was also very submissive and would do anything she was asked when in this kind of state.

So here I was with a dilemma, she was there for the taking but she was also a friend so it was now a case of would I take advantage of this situation or not? Sad to say I listened to my hard cock instead of my head and I took full advantage of the situation. The first thing I did was pull her into a lying position making sure her short skirt was still bunched at her waist. I then pulled her soaking wet red lace panties down her legs and off her feet and put them in my pocked as a souvenir. I then spread her legs and the smell of her arousal filled my nostrils and I almost drooled. I ran my hands up her legs over her knees and up her soft stocking covered thighs. My cock by now was almost ripping through my boxers and trousers.

Abby was gagging for it by now and I was not going to disappoint her so as my hands got to her thighs they slipped in between her legs and I ran them up over her stocking tops and onto her silky bare thighs. She was moaning really loud by now and I was hoping no one else was going to pass by and think something untoward was happening. I bent my neck and leaned into her dribbling pussy and began licking her juices up and pushing two fingers inside her pussy. 

I rubbed her clit with the thumb on my other hand and she began screaming out for me to fuck her and fuck her now.I had my trousers and boxers down at my ankles in record time as I didn't need to be asked twice.I slid on to the back seat on top of her and she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me to her. My cock lined up with her pussy lips and I gave a thrust forward and buried my cock deep inside of her soaking went cunt to the hilt in one go. The more I thrust into her the more she screamed out my name telling me to fuck her harder and harder which I did. If you had looked in you would have thought it was the energizing bunny who was fucking her.

I shut my eyes and concentrated in fucking her and getting ready to cum inside her. I must have been fucking Abby for about at least ten minutes as she was having one orgasm on top of another. It was all I could do to hang on to her or she would have bucked me right off get. The all of a sudden she went all limp and quiet. I opened my eyes to see that she had now passed out on me. I was almost there and decided not to stop and kept on fucking her as her legs slipped off my back and down beside my own legs. A few more thrusts and I could feel cum boiling in my balls and then it began to shoot up my shaft.

It was at this point I wondered if she was on the pill or not and if not would she be getting pregnant but it was too late to pull out as cum was now shooting out of my cock and deep inside of her hot wet pussy. I lay there on top of her having just came inside of her and enjoying the thought of her maybe becoming pregnant with my child. After about five minutes I decided it was time I got off her and pulled her skirt back down and got her home. The only problem then would be when her hubby was putting her to bed would he noticed she had been cum in?

As I drove up to her home her hubby came to the door realising it was my car and that I had brought his wife home from the Christmas party.I had been driving with a couple of windows down so the smell of sex wouldn't be apparent. As I parked the car I could see her hubby John stepping out his front door and come down his path to where I was parked. He then noticed that his wife was passed out in the back seat of my car. Between the both of us we managed to get her out the car and into the house and up a flight of stairs to their bedroom. As we got her on the bed she started to come around again.

As she started to come around she reached out and grabbed the first cock she could get a hold of which just happened to be mine. Needless to say he batted her hand off me and I made my excuses and left as quickly as I could. When I was at the bottom of the stairs I put my hand in my jacket pocket to pull out a hanky to wipe my now sweating forehead and that was when I realised I still had her wet panties. I bolted for the front door and was down the path and in my car and off.

Abby was always gagging for more cock and mine in particular for the past few months now I have been sending her home to her husband full of my cum. So much so that over the past few months I've even introduced Abby to dogging and she seemed to love it. I took her at least once a week to lay byes, country parks and even public toilets a few times.

One night two months later I had told Abby to turn up in my favourite outfit of hers...a short skirt, low cut top and black leather boots which I was always happy to see her in. I had already told her she was going to get fucked tonight but I didn't tell her who it was that she was going to be fuck by. On our way between pubs I told her to go into the public toilets just off the high street. I had arranged for a couple of other store managers who she didn't know to be waiting there for her. They were both in their late 30's and I had wanted to see just how far Abby would go with them in such a public place.

The toilets had been boarded up for a little while but were still used by doggers. As Abby entered her heels made a clicking noise on the concrete floor and as I followed in behind her I noticed the toilets smelt really bad. I had to cover my nose and as our eyes adjusted to the dark and out of two of the cubicles came the two store managers. 

"Is this her?" The first asked me.

"Yes." I replied as they approached her.

"Are you really a dirty little bitch like I have been told you are?" The first one asked her.

"Sometimes I am depending on who I am with and what I am doing." Abby replied with a smile on her face.

"Well why don't you get over here and start sucking my dick." The second one said as he pulled his cock out for her.

Abby was not shy tonight and walked right over to the second one who was called Richard and grabbed a hold of his cock and started to slowly wanking him off. As she did they kissed hard and fast just as Richard pulled up Abby's skirt and then pulled down her black panties. Her bare ass was now totally exposed and he made the most of it licking her ass before moving between her legs to lick her cunt. This set her off and she pushed her ass out for Richard to get easy access to it. As I watched he pushed a finger into her very tight bum hole and then another as he continued licking her.

By this time the first store manager Eric came up to her while dropping his trousers. She bent her head down and began to suck on his big dick and he began to face fuck her. Richard had now moved between her legs and after a few seconds of fumbling about he managed to push his cock against her pussy. I could almost hear Abby gasp and cry out around Eric's hard on which was still in her mouth so I guessed that Richard had finally entered her. Richard began slowly fucking her and gradually built up a very steady rhythm as Abby was still being face fucked by Eric. 

"Please don't cum inside me!" She cried out after pulling off Eric's cock before he thrust it back in her mouth as Richard just kept thrusting inside her pussy faster and harder. 

Being the gent that he was Eric pulled his dick out of her mouth and came over her face and hair. Richard was getting nearer and nearer the edge of no return as his now throbbing cock slipped between Abby's swollen pussy lips. She was very wet and slippery as her juices glistened over her pussy and then began running down the insides of her soft thighs and down into her thigh high boots. Richard had pulled open her pussy lips letting her juices drip from her open as he thrust forward again and again deep into her soaked cunt. He fucked her pussy for about five more minutes and as she pleaded with him not cum inside. He decided otherwise as shot his cum inside her filling her pussy with it.

After Richard stopped cumming he pulled out of her pussy as he slapped her ass cheeks and thighs before wiping his dick on her ass cheeks. He watched as his cum began to dribble out of her well fucked pussy and run down the insides of her lovely thighs down do drip into her boots and onto his black shoe below her on the floor. He shouted at her calling her a dirty little slut who loved being fucked by more than one cock at a time.

"You are just a cock hungry little bitch who loves being used by men even in dirty public toilets like these aren't you?" He shouted at her. 

"Yes I do!" Abby replied as she put on her submissive side to her nature and played along like the slut she really was. 

"What are you?" Eric shouted at her.

"I'm just a cock hungry little slut." She replied back to him. 

Eric then ordered her to get down on her knees and lick up Richard's cum which was now splattered all over Eric's right shoe. Abby was really enjoying herself being ordered to lick up cum that was on Eric's shoe. This was also the night that I also found out that Abby liked to be ordered about and told to do things she would not normally do. When Abby had finished licking cum from Eric's shoe she was then told to suck on both of their cocks clean which she did without having to be asked twice.

Eric then dismissed Abby after arranging another meet for the same time the very next week at the same place and also told her that he might bring a few mates with him next time. As Abby and I walked out into the night air she could feel small droplets of Richard's cum and her own juices still leaking out every now and then and running down her thighs making her still very horny. Before she got home I took her up an alleyway and fucked her up the ass making sure she went home completely full in all holes of another man's cum.

To this day her hubby hasn't said anything about her coming home with another man's cum in her. Whether she went straight into the shower and cleaned herself before going to bed I never asked. After that night I never saw much of her again unless I was at their place or bumping into her in the street as she gave her job up the very next day. Her hubby and I are still friends and I found out from him a few months later that Abby was now three months pregnant. When I finally got a look at her baby about four months later I was happy to see it didn't look anything like me. I also don't know who it was that had red hair as her hubby has dark brown hair. The last time I saw Abby she looked very contented with her little baby boy who she named Richard.

The End



Abby



Every one referred to us as a beautiful family. Dad and I were the "tall, dark, and handsome" end of the deal. Mom and my sisters were the "holly shit they are gorgeous" end of it. I was in my first year of Community College. My older sister Abby was in her second year at the same college. My younger sister Lydia was a high school senior.

Abby and I lived at home, partly to save our parents money, but mostly because we wanted to.

The previous summer a nice family trip to the beach changed my life. I was in waist deep water watching the girls on the beach and caressing my semi-hard dick when suddenly my sisters attacked me. They climbed all over me trying to dunk me under. I was much bigger than either of them but their combined efforts made it a fairly even war. I managed to hold my own for a while.

Then my hands accidentally ended up full of tit. The tit belonged to my older sister Abby. She continued the game as if it did not matter to her where my hands were. My concentration wavered between winning the game and grabbing more tits. I was in danger of losing.

My younger sister Lydia quit the game when I managed to pick her up and throw her into a wave. I did not think it was getting smacked by a wave that made her quit. I lifted her by putting my arm between her legs. The process of throwing her resulted in my hand making hard contact with her pussy. She now stood six feet away and watched her older brother and sister continue their play. She looked confused.

My hands found Abby's breasts and hard nipples repeatedly and hers found my erection. The third time her hand gripped my dick I ejaculated.

She kept on playing for a few moments then apparently realized what had happened. She came to my very rigid body and hugged me as she pressed her thigh on my rapidly shrinking dick. While kissing me on the cheek she whispered, "I win."

As I watched my sisters leave the water I was catatonic. My intelligence level had sunk to the level of slime mold. I had felt up my sister's tits and repeatedly gotten away with it. My sister had squeezed my dick and had made me cum.

A large wave slapped me on the back of the head and brought me back to my senses. I allowed the waves to swirl me around for a bit as I lowered my swimsuit and allowed the water to rinse out my cum. I was strangely calm for the rest of the day.

I had always loved Abby dearly because she had never treated me as her bratty little brother. We had been at times each other's best friend.

The following week my outlook on life changed. I began to use Abby in all my fantasies. I became very much aware that the sexiest, most beautiful, most desirable females in the world lived in my house. The slightest display of anything a nineteen-year-old boy would see as erotic triggered a raging boner. That meant I had one all the time.

Dad pulled me aside for a talk. I relaxed a bit when it became obvious he was not going to kill me. He said Mom and the girls asked him to have a word with me. My boners were a distraction to all and Lydia was particularly embarrassed.

He said that my reaction to beautiful women was normal, even if they were my mother and sisters. He suggested that until I had better control of my dick I should wear jock strap under my gym shorts. He admitted that there were days he had to wear one too.

I said, "But Dad, they are the ones causing the major distractions!"

Dad laughed and agreed. He added, "However, gentlemen are cool and you and I are gentlemen. We handle anything with grace. We cater to the sensibilities of ladies. We may have to run to the bathroom to jack-off but that is what true gentlemen do." I was reminded again why dad had always been my hero.

My new philosophy became "gentlemen handle it." Some days I had to wear a jockstrap and underwear, but I managed.

Abby was not always helpful, however. Sometimes she took a bit longer than necessary to cover an "accidentally" exposed tit. The back of her hand would make "accidental" contact with my dick as we walked past each other. Some of her kisses included a quick darting tongue. My groans would send her into giggles. It was infuriating but I took it like a gentleman.

I did notice that Dad would often be at half-mast. I also noticed that not all of those semis were caused by Mom. I felt better knowing that it wasn't just me.

As time passed and I made more contacts at the college I started getting laid more or less regularly. My sexual tension at home eased and I could go commando on most days. My sister Abby had a steady boyfriend and most of her teasing stopped.

This brings me to my present predicament. I was getting undressed getting ready to go to bed when I suddenly remembered that I had borrowed a CD from Abby and just walked into her room to return it.

I froze on my tracks two steps past the door. Abby was naked on her bed. She was masturbating at a leisurely pace. She was staring at my dick as it rose, escaping through the opening of my boxer shorts, exposing its head.

The motions of my sister's hand on her pussy mesmerized me. The hand pinching her nipple riveted me. I was not aware that I had started to stroke my exposed dick.

She motioned me to close the door behind me. I did so, assuming it was OK for me to remain in the room.

She resumed masturbating and so did I. We kept our eyes on each other. Suddenly her body arched off the bed and she moaned. That did me in and I shot my cum all over the place.

I recovered quickly, took my shorts off and used them to wipe my cum off the floor. One blob landed near the bed. As I rose after cleaning that one up I took the time to get a good look at my sisters naked body. She had one knee up, slightly to the side. I had a clear view of her treasures. She smiled and held her pose for me. She was magnificent and I told her so. Oddly, for a girl that had just masturbated for me, she blushed.

I quickly gave my sister a soft kiss on the lips, said "Thank you," and left her room.

Before I closed the door I heard her say, "Anytime."

We had taken a step that could lead us anywhere.

We had one college class in common and once a week on Thursdays we studied together. Most of the time we did concentrate on our studies but some nights we ended up talking more about our love lives.

She, of course, could have any guy anytime but boyfriends did not seem to last very long. She said the special guy in her life was just out of her reach.

Over time our conversations began to center on our sexual likes and dislikes, on good lovers and bad lovers. We each knew every one the other had fucked and there was the occasional, "Ooh, how could you?" taunts. I was not surprised that I had many more sexual encounters than she did. I had a lot of weekend affairs and she had her four former steady boyfriends and one she would not name.

One night I idly asked her who had been her best lover ever. We had been doing some real studying and her mind was trying to absorb book data.

She shocked me when she said, "Mom."

My reaction told her I had not suspected and she proceeded to swear me to secrecy. She said over and over she could no believe she let that slip.

I asked her "How did it happen? When did it happen?"

She said that was a story for later, gave me a borderline passionate kiss, and then went to her room.

That night I was masturbating to images of my mother and sister in sexual embrace, but before I was done my bedroom door opened and Abby said, "Save that. Come to my room in five minutes."

In four and a half minutes I was walking through her door. She was again naked and was gently caressing her pussy. She motioned for me to close the door and sit at a chair she had placed near the foot of her bed. Before I sat she told me to take my shorts off.

I was fully hard again before my bare ass hit the chair. My sister propped her head up with pillows so she could see me play with my dick.

We masturbated. We managed to last longer than we did on our first occasion but not by much. Some of my cum landed on her bed and as I cleaned it up with my shorts I had a clear view of her glistening pussy. I could smell her sex.

I again gave her a soft, loving kiss. This time, as I leaned over, I gave one of her tits a squeeze.

On my way out I reminded her I loved her. She said, "Again Thursday."

During the week I looked a lot more closely to the interactions between Mom and Abby. What I had seen between them all my life took new meaning. We had all enjoyed full lip kisses but the ones between them lasted a bit longer. At times I thought I saw the signs of a tongue darting in and out. Their hugs were aligned so that there was breast-to-breast contact. Each broken embrace resulted in a hand brushing a breast.

My biggest surprise was that Lydia was treated to the same kisses and caresses by both Mom and Abby. Everybody caressed everybody's ass but mine. I whined about it to Abby and before the week was up Abby started to openly caress my ass and Mom soon followed suit.

While looking at my family I also noticed that Mom had her hand brush Dads dick often. It looked accidental so I had never noticed it before. I saw Dad's hand stray to Mom's ass and tits a lot more often than had previously registered in my brain. In fact I saw that Dad's hand seemed to always be in contact with Mom's ass.

My biggest eye opener came when we were in the den watching TV. Mom often sat on Dad's lap. I had never paid any attention to them before as the shows progressed.

I began to sit in a chair that was to the side of the couch where Mom and Dad sat. I could keep an eye on them from my new seat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mom move Dad's shorts up and to the side just as she sat on his lap. Dad's hands moved away from her thigh as she sat, telling me he had moved her shorts up and to the side. In a brilliant revelation I knew his dick was making direct contact with her pussy.

They always went to bed right after the show was over and I had chalked it up to they being "old" people. Now I knew they went to their room to fuck. My permanent hardon returned.

Thursday night I went from the shower to my sister's room. I was again early but she was ready for me. I closed her door behind me and removed the towel from around my waist.

That night the chair was right next to the bed. Without a word we started masturbating. I was close enough to hear the sounds of her hands working her pussy. I was sure she could hear my hand working my dick.

Sooner than either of us wanted it was over. My cum flew onto the bed, some landing on my sisters abdomen. The instant she felt its warmth on her body she climaxed with a long moan.

After catching my breath I used the towel on the cum on her bed then I cleaned the cum on her abdomen. I do not know what possessed me but I quickly bent over and licked and kissed the spot where the cum had landed, then leaned over and planted a kiss on each tit. She shuddered and sighed. I left her with an "I love you" and went to bed.

We knew we had crossed a line. We knew another step had been taken. We also knew neither of us would step back.

That week Abby and I sought each other's touch. We held hands and we kissed when the opportunity arose. At the college we went well out of our way just to catch a glimpse of the other. An impartial observer would have easily seen two people madly in love with each other. We managed to keep things a secret from all but one.

The following Thursday I went into her room before I was sure everybody else was in bed. She was waiting. The chair abutted the bed and was placed even with her pussy. I sat facing her.

We were reluctant to jump to the masturbation. We spent a while caressing our sex and just looking at each other. I suddenly found myself leaning over her and kissing her. What was going to be short sweet kiss turned to many sweet kisses. My free hand found a tit and was caressing it, adoring it. Her free hand had moved around and was fondling my ass as I slowly masturbated.

A sudden cum hit her. Our kiss went from sweet to passionate. The hand on my dick went into overdrive. I started to shoot my cum all over Abby. I made an attempt to move back but she held my ass in place.

After recovering from my climax I took the towel and dabbed my cum off her body. Each spot I cleaned received a soft, wet lick and a lingering kiss. Some were on her cheek. Some were on her tits. One was just above her pubic mound. I left it for last.

Abby had resumed masturbating furiously by the time I got to that one. I kissed all around it while allowing her room to operate on her cunt. As I gently kissed her inner thigh she roared into a major cum. She thrashed and moaned loudly. She collapsed with a sob.

I resumed kissing her lower abdomen. I kissed her inner thighs. I kissed her pussy. There was an aftershock left in her body. I kept kissing her pussy until it passed.

I turned to the head of the bed and kissed her. I went to my room and slept soundly, even though I knew we had taken another step towards the forbidden.

Three nights went by before we resumed our tryst. We both knew we had no chance to make it to the following Thursday. During those three days we did our best to torture the other. When out of sight from the rest of the family Abby would flash me a tit, whenever I sat across from her I would move my shorts to one side and give her an unimpeded view of my dick.

We had always sat next to each other at the dining table. Several times during each meal my hand found her pussy and hers found my dick for a quick feel. Dad and Lydia were oblivious to our games. I thought Mom was suspicious of something but after a day or so she seemed satisfied that things were normal.

Our next session jumped barriers almost immediately. As I leaned over to kiss Abby hello she reached out and grabbed my dick. I had to concentrate not to shoot off right then. I allowed myself to just stand and enjoy the feel of her hand on my dick for a few moments then I leaned in and over to reach Abby's pussy with my hand.

I had just inserted a finger in her pussy when I felt her mouth close around my dick.

I froze. Suddenly no part of my body existed except the part in her mouth. She sucked, she licked, and she rubbed the head around her face. I was overwhelmed. She started a loving blowjob but that quickly changed into and attempt to swallow my dick. I warned her a millisecond before I came. She clamped her lips just behind the head of my dick and allowed it to fill her mouth. When my last drop was out she swallowed.

My legs could not hold me up. I had her move over and give me room on her bed. I surprised her by giving her an open mouth tongue filled kiss, even though her mouth was coated with my cum. I kissed her face, her neck her shoulders. I scooted down the bed and made love to her tits.

I resumed my journey and rubbed my face on her pubic mound. I placed my arms under her thighs and dove at her pussy. She climaxed on my tongues first contact with her clit and continued climaxing until she begged me to stop. I kissed my way backup her body. As my semi-hard dick went past her pussy it peeked inside. Abby moaned.

I would only need another five minutes and I would have been able to fuck her. I decided that was a decision that needed to be made with clear thought.

I kissed her goodnight and went to my room. Yet, we both knew we would take the last step.

The next Thursday night I was startled to find Mom sitting on my sister's bed when I went in. I started to leave but Mom told me to stop and wait, she was just leaving. My sister was as naked as I usually found her. Mom may as well had been too as her nightgown was very short at the top and bottom. I could see most of both tits and I could see there were no panties over her pussy.

Mom was holding Abby's hand. A loving smile from each told me everything was fine. Mom gave Abby a long sweet kiss, gave her tit a squeeze and stood to leave.

Mom walked to me she gave me a hug and a very sensual kiss. She whispered one word, "Gently," then turned and left, closing the door behind her.

I knew something very important had just happened but my mind could not fully grasp it. I was dimly aware my towel was gone. I knew I felt Mom's gentle touch on my dick.

But every pore of my body was aware that my naked sweet Abby was waiting for me in bed. I loved and wanted my sister so much that all rational thought was suspended.

I climbed onto my sister's bed at its foot. I kissed my way up her body, giving her a nice cum as I gently ate her pussy.

I felt her shudder, as I loved her breasts. As I inched my way to her lips my dick nestled into the space between her ass and pussy. I stroked the space there with my dick until it plunged into her pussy.

We both groaned; She because she climaxed, me because I was working hard to keep from cumming.

I regained control and started the most love filled fuck of my life. I kept the long slow strokes going long enough to get two more cums from her.

When she started her next cum mine exploded into her. The intensity of mine had the effect of doubling the intensity of hers. If anyone in the house was still awake they surely heard the sound of a couple in sexual ecstasy.

We cuddled and kissed.

She whispered to me, "I got my special man."

I felt myself blush at my stupidity. It had not occurred to me that Abby might be as much in love with me as I was with her.

"I am only special because you love me" I whispered to her.

We cried as we smiled and kissed.

It did not occur to either of us that I should leave her bed. We slept together.

The next morning I awoke to the sensation every man wishes was his alarm clock. My dick was in my sister's mouth.

As soon as she saw I was awake she released my dick and raised her body over it. Slowly she sank her pussy to my cock. We both savored the penetration.

As my sister settled on me, fully impaled on my dick, the door to her room opened.

Mom came in. She was naked. She kissed Abby's lips and tits then lay on the bed next to me and kissed me. She propped her head on my shoulders and watched her daughter fuck her son. Without any conscious though my hand began to caress Mom's ass.

Shortly after that Dad came in. He was naked. As he kissed Abby I noted that his cock seemed to be in the process of expiring, it was very red. I wondered if Mom's pussy was full of cum.

Dad said he would start breakfast and after kissing Mom's lips, tits, and pussy he left the room.

Abby had never stopped plunging my cock into her pussy and I was somewhat startled when she had an intense orgasm. She leaned forward and kissed Mom and me lovingly. She got up and went to the bathroom and Mom took her place on my cock. "I have wanted this for a while but Abby made me wait until she loved you first," Mom said.

Seeing my mother impale herself on my cock almost made me cum but I managed to hold it. Mom saw my problem and did not move. I could tell that mine was the second cock in her pussy that morning. As I watched my cock slide into her pussy I saw cum slide out.

"Let me tell you the rules," she said. "I understand you and Abby are deeply in love with each other but when your mother asks you for a fuck you will comply immediately. Understand?"

"Yes Mom."

"You know that you need to keep our family secrets from everyone, except your Uncle Mike and your Aunt Rose. The next time you see your Aunt Rose be prepared to fuck her.

To answer the questions you want to ask, yes, your father and I fuck Abby on occasion. No, he does not fuck Lydia, she is gay. You may get a chance to take her virginity because she is getting embarrassed over it. She has already decided it will be either you or her father. I have her on the pill, Abby too. Damn your cock feels good."

Mom was now fucking me with a steady pace and fell into a silence. I saw her bite her lip and knew she was about to cum, that was what Abby did before her orgasms. Mom broke her silence with a groan. She slowed to a halt and smiled. "I am happy to see you have as good a control as your father. With the new family dynamics you will definitely need that."




Abby



Abby returned to the bed and kissed our mother and me passionately. Mom lifted herself off me and said to Abby, "Let's suck him off together."

This was obviously not the first time they had shared a cock that way. I wondered how long Dad lasted under that type of attack. I did not last long. My first salvo went into Mom's mouth and as she pressed the base of my cock transferred it to Abby's mouth. She took the next two then transferred my cock to Mom who finished me off. As soon as they were positive I had no more they each gave me very sloppy kisses. They wanted me to taste my cum. I knew I would have to learn to get used to the taste.

I managed to stagger out of bed and went to the bathroom. As I was returning to the bedroom Mom and Abby were coming out, they took my hands and walked us to the kitchen. We were still nude. So was Dad.

"Where is Lydia?" I asked.

"At Sherry's. That's her principal lover now," Mom said. "When Lydia is here we wear clothing of some sort. At least until you or your father fuck her. Until she comes back this afternoon clothing is not an option."

Mom divulged our family secrets over corned beef hash. She confirmed my suspicion that she fucked her brother Mike and his wife Rose. So did Dad. She revealed that she had fucked both of my grandfathers and that Dad had fucked both of my grandmothers. Answering a question from me Mom stated that yes there have been some eight-person orgies at her parent's house, the first before she had married Dad.

Dad added that his favorite memory was of a Christmas Eve in which all of them made love to each other by the fireplace as snow fell outside. He and Mom had been married six months and Mike and Rose would be married that New Years Day.

Mom said, "Yes, that is my favorite too. Abby I am sorry you never got to enjoy your grandfathers that way."

"Me too." Abby said. "But I am glad I still have my grandmothers even though I barely survived that long weekend with them. They are insatiable."

Mom giggled and said, "Yes they are, aren't they?"

By the time we finished breakfast my cock was hard again. Abby sat on the table and coaxed me to her and soon we were fucking away in the kitchen in front of our parents.

Dad was still sometime away from a second erection so he sat Mom in front of him and ate her pussy. I saw Abby begin to bite her lower lip and glanced at Mom who had just started to bite her lower lip. I tried to time the fuck so that they would have simultaneous orgasms and they did about ten seconds apart. Hearing the other cum had apparently intensified their orgasms.

"We need to do that more often," Mom said as she and Dad left the kitchen.

Abby and I refilled our coffee mugs and grabbed a biscuit and resumed our positions, I had not cum.

We took bites and sips as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her pussy. Lydia surprised us by walking in on us. I decided that there would be no point in stopping and continued to caress Abby's pussy with my dick. Lydia was not shocked by the sight and in fact had no visible reaction. She got a biscuit and a glass of juice and sat in chair right next to us.

"We thought you would be out until this afternoon," Abby said to her.

"We had a small tiff about a mutual acquaintance. She wants to bring her in for a threesome but I objected. I want the threesome too but I decided to make her beg for it a little," Lydia said with a giggle.

"Why you devious little bitch," Abby said to her as she leaned over for a kiss from her sister. Lydia obliged with a quick kiss first then a longer kiss, which was followed by a clearly passionate kiss.

As she sat back down she said, "I admit, that looks hot." She was watching her brother's cock disappear into her sister's pussy.

"It is," Abby said. "Here, give it a try."

Abby grabbed the straps of Lydia's sundress and lifted it off. My little sister was suddenly as naked as we were. Abby scooted off the table and coaxed her sister onto it. With a hand pressing on my ass and a hand aiming my cock I was soon sliding into my little sisters pussy. It all happened so fast Lydia had not had time to think about it, which was what Abby had hoped.

As soon as I was buried to the hilt Abby kissed Lydia passionately. Before the kiss ended I started fucking her. She had an orgasm in less than a minute.

I slowed my pace and took over the kissing from Abby. I resumed fucking her and in less than five minutes she had a huge orgasm that was immediately followed by two more. Lydia's arms and legs were wrapped around me and gave no indication that I was ever going to be released.

Abby peeled her off me and told Lydia it was her turn again. As my cock returned home the sisters were in another passionate kiss. Abby wanted a hard fuck so I complied, her orgasm soon overwhelmed her and mine quickly followed.

I shot my first volley deep into her then brought my cock out to her pussy lips for the next two. I wanted Lydia to see it. The move had the unintended effect of sending Abby's orgasm into another gear and I felt compelled to give her pussy some additional hard strokes.

Lydia was fascinated. She asked Abby for my next load of cum.

Abby said that, "It would be best if Dad had that honor. Our brother gave you the first fuck to orgasm, Dad deserves some kind of first for you too."

Lydia agreed and went to go find him; she did not bother to dress.

Abby and I cleaned up the kitchen and ourselves then took a glass of juice to the den and watched the food network. One of my hands caressed a tit while her hand caressed my balls.

We kissed and smiled then she asked, "How did we ever get into a family like this?"

"Just lucky I guess," I answered.



Abby & Becca



Abby sat on the edge of the bed, waiting anxiously for Becca’s arrival. The waiting was as exciting as what was to come when Becca finally made an appearance. Abby had been dreaming all day of the things they would do to each other on this night. It had been several weeks since they were able to meet. 

Abby was a very beautiful woman, and completely in love with Becca. Twenty-six year old Becca had been married to Mike for 6 years, and although they had although they had a companionable marriage, it was not completely satisfying sexually. When the women had met 8 months before, Becca was surprised at the desires that immediately surfaced for Abby. She had never before felt attracted to any woman. But after establishing a friendship with her, there was no denying the feelings she was having. Abby, on the other hand, had been openly bi-sexual for many years, and now at 29, she was very happy with Becca, but only wished that they had more time to be together.

Becca had never told Mike about the sexual side of her relationship with Abby. He just wouldn’t understand, she thought. Although sex with Mike was bland and she rarely had an orgasm with him, she didn’t want to end their marriage. Six years and 2 beautiful children were too much to risk. So the ladies met in secret as often as they could. It wasn’t too difficult to hide it from Mike. He liked Abby, and approved of the friendship, but getting away to meet without the children was very difficult.

But tonight, Mike told Becca to go have a girl’s night out. Relieve the stress of the week he said. Becca and Abby couldn’t believe their luck. So now, Abby waited, perched on the edge of the bed, waiting for Becca. For hundredth time she checked her long blond hair in the mirror across from the bed. She had taken her time in choosing what to wear. She decided on a lacy pink teddy, knowing full well that pink was Becca’s favorite color. She had added to the teddy pink stockings, complete with garter belt, and four-inch stiletto heals. Shoes, which she purchased specifically for nights like this, knowing she could never wear shoes that this in public.

An array of toys was all laid out on the night table beside the queen size bed. Everything was brought out tonight. They had hours in which to tease, torture and satisfy each other, and Abby wanted everything ready at hand.

Finally, Abby heard the key in the door. Standing now, in anticipation, she waited, while she listened to the sounds of Becca relocking the door, removing her coat, then her clothing, and finally the sound of her heals clicking on the hardwood floor, coming towards the bedroom.

She entered to soft light, sexy music on the radio, an erotic movie, muted, on the TV at the end of the bed, and Abby, beautiful, all blond and pink. Becca almost came at the sight of her, all flushed with desire, waiting for her.

At the sight of Becca entering the room, Abby’s breasts heaving in a sigh. She was so lovely. Shoulder length brown hair, in soft waves. Dressed all in white lingerie, very similar to her own. Her lips in a shocking contrast to the rest of her luminescence were painted in a glistening red lipstick.

Slowly, she crossed the room to where Abby waited for her. Slowly, they reached for each other, first softly, touched one another’s face, stroking softly the soft skin of each other’s cheeks, necks, hair. Abby leaned in and softly kissed Becca’s mouth. A soft moan escaped Becca’s throat, and it was almost Abby’s undoing. 

Their kisses became stronger, tongues intertwined, hands delving into hair. Their breasts pushed against one another, bodies rotating, stimulated those glorious nerves. Nipples hardened, breaths quickened. Hands roamed now, to breasts, hips, they cupped each other’s bottoms and squeezed, oh, the arousal was so intense.

Abby felt such heat and wetness in the very center of her body, her body was screaming for what was to come. But she wanted it to last. She wanted to send Becca over the edge before she would allow herself to feel that complete.

She led Becca to the bed; Abby knew what Becca liked the most. They knew each other so well. Abby sat down on the edge of the bed again, pulled Becca closer. She lowered the straps of Becca’s white teddy, exposing her glorious breasts. Unclipping the teddy from Becca’s stockings, she lowered the teddy over her hips, down to her knees, then her ankles, Becca stepped out of the garment and kicked it aside. Pulling Becca close once again, she encased Becca’s full breasts in her hands, caressing them, gently playing with her nipples. Pulling her even closer, she took one breast into her eager mouth, suckling like a child. First one side, then the other. Becca swooned with desire. She didn’t know if she could hold back her orgasm for much longer. 

Suddenly, the air was cool and nipping at her damp breasts. Abby had left them, and was pulling her face down, across her lap. Her pussy was throbbing now, so wet, she could smell the sweet scent of female sex in the air. It was sensory overload; she almost couldn’t bear it.

Abby reached across Becca’s back to reach for something on the night table. Becca trembled with excitement. She heard something clicking and knew what Abby had in store for her. Abby gently nudged Becca’s thigh, urging her to open herself to Abby.

Abby ever so gently brushed her fingertips across Becca’s slit. Her juices were flowing; Abby could feel her own thighs become wet from Becca. She gently flicked Becca’s clit, sending shudder’s racking through Becky’s body. She massaged Becca’s pussy, more forcefully now, rubbing her from her clit all the way to her ass. Becca was quivering now as Abby used Becca’s own juices to lube up her waiting bottom. Becca heard the clicking again, and felt herself clench in anticipation. She force herself to relax, she didn’t want any pain to interfere with this night. 

Slowly she felt Abby pushing the first bead on the string into her ass, then another and another, using Becca’s juices and her own saliva for lubrication. When there were about 8 beads in her, Abby suddenly lifted her hand from Becca’s check and swung down hard enough to sting on her ass check. Becca was having a hard time holding back her climax. She wanted to savor every moment of this; she wanted it to last. Again, Abby brought her hand down on Becca’s bottom, and again, this time closer to her pussy. Becca shook with desire. 

Abby suddenly stood Becca on her feet, and got up from the bed. On shaky legs, Becca turned towards the bed and placed her hands on the bed. Spread eagle and bent at the waist, she waited for what Abby had planned. She felt Abby kneel between her open thighs, felt Abby’s breath, hot on her pussy. 

As tongue and pussy connected, Becca didn’t think her would be able to remain on her feet. Abby lapped eagerly at Becca’s pussy, sucked hard on her clit, almost bringing Becca to tears. She inserted first one, then two fingers into Becca’s aching pussy, grinding against her with her hand, and when she knew, that finally, Becca couldn’t hold back any longer, she gripped the end of the string of beads, inserted her thumb into Becca’s pussy, and clamped onto her clit with her mouth. And as she slowly pulled the beads out of her anus, she could feel Becca’s pussy clamping down on her thumb. As her orgasm over took her, Becca moan loudly calling out to Abby. Her juices flowed, covering Abby’s hand. Abby eagerly moved her mouth to Becca’s pussy, removing her thumb, and sucked as much of Becca’s juice into her month as she could. Unable to stand on her feet anymore, Becca collapsed onto the bed.

Finally, Becca’s orgasm subsided. Sated, she gazed lovingly at Abby, recovering her energy, so she could tend to Abby, as she had done to her. After a few minutes, she leaned into Abby and kissed her deeply. She could taste her own juices still on Abby month. Abby groaned with desire, waiting patiently for Becca to be ready.

Finally, Becca stood, and slowly peel off Abby’s teddy, leaving on her stockings and shoes, as she herself had done. She guided Abby back to the bed and had her lay face down, spreading her legs to expose her glistening pussy. Becca kneeled in between Abby’s legs stroking her hair, gently nipping at her neck, her ears, gently pressing onto her sex with her knees and legs as she bent over her, stirring her arousal to greater heights. She massaged down her back, and buttocks, finally reached her ass and her wet pussy. Pushing upwards on Abby thighs, to spread her legs as far as she could, Becca leaned in and ran her tongue up and down Abby from her clit to her pussy and her ass, and back again. When Abby was so wet she could barely stand it, Becca reached to the night table and chose Abby’s favorite toy. Abby could feel the tip of the butt plug caressing her anus, and almost came right there. As Becca worked the plug into Abby’s ass, Abby moan and tried to grind her pussy into the bed. When the plug was in place, Becca took from Abby’s technique slapping Abby’s ass checks, as Abby writhed and moaned as the bed. Again, Becca swung her hand down onto Abby’s bottom, gently rubbing the sting away each time. Lowering herself onto the bed, Becca pressed her face into Abby’s pussy, flicking, laping and sucking until Abby didn’t think she could hold back anymore.

When Becca lifted away from her pussy, Abby cried out for more, and Becca swung down and spanked her hard on her pussy. Abby’s whole body lurched, aching for more. Two, three more times Becca spanked Abby’s pussy. She reached for the night table again. Abby moaned with lust. Her moans were louder when she heard vibrating. She wondered which toy it would be.

Becca brought the cold metal vibrator to Abby pussy opening. Abby flinched, but then sunk her pussy down onto the metal rod, pumping away, closer and closer to her climax. Becca brought her hand down again and again on Abby’s ass and clit until finally, Abby screamed with her orgasm, thrusting down again and again until finally, spent, her body collapsed on the bed. Becca removed the vibrator and plug from Abby’s spent body and lay down next to her, stroking her gently.

When Abby regained her senses, she embraced Becca, and kissed her deeply. Then they started talking about how to fill the next couple of hours.



Abby & Bernardo (A Quiet Night In)



This is a new updated version of a story I had posted here a few years ago under the name "Rachel Picabia" (it's written from a female perspective). I think it was Laurel's favourite of all my stories, so here it is again...

Alex Tzara

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My best friend Cat (an unrepentant flame-haired flirt) has invited herself and Shane over to the flat to sample Bernardo's fine culinary skills. Nothing wrong with that, is there? My Italian Stallion hubby just happens to be a master in the kitchen and, if there's one thing Catriona loves (other than the tongue of some bright-eyed eager-to-please young skater-punk), it's a nice Italian meal. Especially when it's free. I guess that must be why she was so keen to spend the evening chez Abby and Bernardo - excellent food and the chance to show off her new blond goateed toyboy. Yes, I'm sure it was nothingto do with the fact that last night I got a little tipsy on our girls' night out and spilled the beans about the dirty videos Bernardo and I have been making together.

Cat wasn't at all shocked by this revelation. In fact, to tell you the truth, she seemed quite turned on by the idea.

"Maybe we should do a porno together," she said, giggling out loud. "Me, you, Shane and Bernardo. Could be my big break into showbiz. I always KNEW I'd be a star one day." She threw me a silly glamour-girl pose, shaking her tumbling red hair from side to side and pouting over her shoulder at me with those glossy pink lips.

I could feel my face flush, as I looked around the bar, convinced people were listening in to our conversation. "Oh, yeah," I said, 'Like I'm going to let a hussy like YOU anywhere near my husband!"

"Hey!" She thumped me playfully on the arm and grinned.

So, here we are - the four of us - enjoying a quiet night in together. The plan: have a nice meal, drink a little wine, watch videos and just generally have a bit of a giggle. Bernardo is through taking care of the spaghetti. Cat and Shane are sprawled together on the couch.

"Why don't you pick out a video?" I say, refilling Cat's glass with red wine. I nod over at the fifty or so tapes stacked along the wall.

Shane chuckles. "Yeah, Catriona told me the kind of video's you like."

"SHANE!" Cat puts a finger to her lips. "Ssssssh!."

I glower down at my redhead pal and then turn to Shane. He smiles and strokes his blond goatee like some villainous modern-day Fu Manchu.

I can feel my cheeks burning up with embarrassment. "Well, Catriona shouldn't be telling you stuff like that. Not if she wants to keep her friends."

Catriona smiles, a little sheepishly. "Don't be mad, Abby. This boy has ways of making me talk. Just two minutes of his turbo-tongue special and I was singing like a canary." She tugs the end of his pointed little beard. "And, that thing tickles, by the way!"

I clamp my hands over my ears. "La la la la. Too much information!"

"Promise I won't be a bad girl ever again," says Cat, giving me her puppy-dog look. "Do you forgive me, baby?"

I'm already heading towards the kitchen door. "I'll think about it."

She arches her eyebrow and smirks. "And, where do you think you're off to, young lady? "

"I've got a hot date with a mysterious Italian."

"Made you an offer you can't refuse, did he?"

"You two behave while I'm gone."

In the kitchen I pinch my husband's cute bum through his jeans and kiss him on the cheek.

"Try this sauce," he says, as he pours the pasta shells into the pan of bubbling water and adds a little salt to the large pot of bolognese. He's finally managed to sweet-talk his mother out of her secret recipe and the smell is wonderful.

I dip a finger into the warm red liquid and run my tongue over it. "Mmmn, delicious."

"So are you," he says, grinning, as he brushes his fingers through my hair. He kisses me full on the rosy lips and gently squeezes my breast through the thin material of my blouse. I can feel my nipple harden to his touch.

"So, do you fancy a quickie before dinner?" I giggle, only half-joking. I've had three glasses of wine and my inhibitions are already drifting away from me like the steam rising above the cooker.

Bernardo's raises an eyebrow. He's got that devilish little smirk that drives me wild. I feel his hand brush up the inside of my thighs. Tickling over the smooth, bare skin. I shiver. The pupils have grown huge in his hazel eyes.

Drawing my mini-skirt up with one hand, Bernardo uses the other to follow the shape of my pussy through my black silk panties. Rubbing the soft material back and forth against me. This feels sooooluxurious and I'm soon groaning my approval. "Hmn. Send my compliments to the chef," I whisper.

Bernardo pulls the damp silk to one side and tickles his fingers through my pubic hair.

I allow my legs to open wider as he nuzzles my neck, my whole body flushing. I know his caresses well - they drive me wild most nights - but there's an added buzz of excitement this evening. It's that same thrilling rush of blood through the system I've felt every time he's persuaded me to perform for the video.

I was camera-shy at first, of course. Too embarrassed to even bare my boobies for the lens. That didn't last long. Suppose I must have a major exhibitionist streak running through me, cause now I could give Jenna Jameson a run for her money as far as on-screen slutiness goes. I guess there was always a bad-girl trapped inside me, just waiting for an excuse to break out and go on the rampage.

I breathe in the smell of the bubbling bolognese, dark fantasies flooding my mind. What if someone sees me like this? What if Cat or... or... Shane wander into the kitchen for a glass of water?

Bernardo slips two fingers into my wetness, moving them slowly in and out. His thumb softly circles the hood of my clit. Teasing me. Not quite touching. I love how his fingers feel inside me. Thrusting. Stroking upwards. That spot. The spot that gets me hot.

I imagine the neighbours peering in at us through the steamed up window. I think the site of me with my skirt hiked up, getting finger-fucked up against the cooker might actually render Mrs. Gray speechless for once in her life! I giggle at this thought but the giggle soon becomes a moan. This is nice. I can see us reflected there in the window. The movement of his hand. I'm just getting into the rhythm of his strokes when he pulls his two slippery fingers out of me and sucks them into his mouth.

"Mmmn, delicious," he says, a cheeky grin spreading across his dark face, as he enjoys my feminine flavour. He turns me around so that I'm facing the window and pushes my tight skirt up over the cheeks of my arse. Hearing Bernardo unzip himself, I lean forward against the sink and thrust my bottom backwards so that he can enter me from behind. He doesn't even bother to pull my knickers down - just pushes the soggy material to one side and easily thrusts his thick cock into me. I can feel it inside me, slipping messily in and out . I push my hand down the front of my panties to rub my clitoris and squeeze my muscles tightly around him .

I can't believe we're doing this. Catriona and Shane are just through that door there, and my husband's fucking me hard against the kitchen sink.

"Hmmmmn," I groan. 'I'm... I'm... I think I'm... oh, God. Yessss!' I can barely muffle my squeal as Bernardo grabs hold of both hips, grinds himself hard against my buttocks and ejaculates deep inside.

While he zips himself back up and begins serving up the spaghetti, I hurriedly sort out my panties and skirt and grab another bottle of wine. My legs are trembling and I can feel Bernardo's warm milky love trickling between my thighs. My body is flushed and glowing all over and I'm feeling so incredibly horny that I could explode. I wouldn't mind another frantic fuck session, right now on the cold floor or maybe over there on the kitchen table, but I'm starting to worry about our guests. They must be wondering where we've got to.

Sticking the bottle under my arm, I grab two of the steaming plates and follow Bernardo through to the sitting room, feeling hot and flustered.

As soon as he pushes the door open, all my fears evaporate. My best friend and her young blond lover are far too busy enjoying our home video efforts to be interested in whatever we've been up to in the kitchen. The shaky footage of me thrashing about in the back garden was obviously too much for them and they were unable to contain themselves any longer. Cat is now on all fours on the carpet, staring at the TV screen with her skirt hiked up around her waist, her pale white buttocks wobbling as Shane furiously hammers his cock into her from behind.

There on the video, I'm spread-eagled in the garden, muddy legs thrashing about in the wet grass as I run a black vibrator over my glistening labia and clit.

The pair are so engrossed in this brazen image that they haven't even noticed we're back in the room and are now standing, gawping, behind them. The bottle of wine drops from beneath my arm. CRASSSSH!!! Shattered glass and red liquid all over the carpet. Catriona and Shane slowly turn their shocked faces towards us. The four of us stare at each other in stunned silence.

Eventually, Cat shrugs her shoulders and giggles. "Bernardo, honey - why don't you show us your new video camera after dinner?."

Less than an hour later, I sit down on my director's stool, switch on the camcorder and bring the viewfinder up to my eye. With very little effort, the four of us have fairly convincingly transformed the spare room into a make-shift hospital bedroom. I had some costumes left over from a fancy dress party, so we've decided to attempt a vague 'doctors and nurses' type plot. Satisfied that everything is in place, I press the record button and shout, "Action!".

Toyboy Shane is wearing a long white surgical coat and has a stethoscope dangling from his neck to indicate that he is playing the "doctor". Catriona, meanwhile, is sitting up in the beige armchair before him - her face level with his bulging crotch area. Her fiery hair is concealed under a nurse's cap but she has already removed her panties and unfastened her white uniform to reveal those gorgeous plump pink breasts squeezed into her black lace bra. She glances across at Bernardo who is lying supposedly sleeping beneath a single white sheet on the bed, a hospital name-band clearly visible on his right wrist. My poor husband is the "patient" in our little medical drama.

Catriona slowly pulls down Shane's zip and his long thick circumcised cock immediately springs out and just about pokes her in the eye. She grins up at him and then, delicately clasping his balls in her hand, runs the tip of her tongue up the full length of his shaft causing it to glisten enticingly in the artificial light. Glancing across at me, she grins. I already have my mini-skirt hiked up around my waist and my knees spread. Using two fingers I gently caress the tender mound of my pussy through my knickers.

"I had no idea you were such a dirty little bitch, Mrs. Nardini," says Catriona, shaking her head. "We've not even started and you're gagging for it already."

"Ssssh!' I say. "You're not supposed to talk to the director when the camera's running."

"Oh, I forgot."

"Never mind," I say encouragingly. "We'll make an actress out of you yet, darling."

Reassured by this, Catriona rests the palm of her hand against her grinning boyfriend's hip for support and wraps her lips around the tip of his impressive member. Firmly clasping it with her other hand, she begins to move her head rhythmically back and forth, her lips and tongue moistening Shane's cock as he gently fucks her face.

I zoom the camera in for an extreme close-up of Catriona running her wet tongue around the ridges of Shane's huge red helmet. Pausing briefly to gaze teasingly up at him, Catriona suddenly sucks the whole thing into her mouth.

"Wow! That looks amazing!" I gasp, as I thrust my free hand deep into my knickers. "Deep Throat meets E.R. Where did you learn to do that, Cat?"

Shane frowns at me, suddenly becoming quite professional. "Thought we weren't supposed to talk when the camera's rolling!"

"You're quite correct, dear. My mistake," I nod. "Carry on, Doctor!"

While Catriona kisses and licks and sucks and slobbers over his proud young penis, I scratch my nails through the mound of fine black hairs between my thighs. The smooth fabric of my underwear is already slippery with girlie-juice. I feel my cheeks burning scarlet as the warm tingles of excitement wash up over my body. Licking my lips, I push a finger up inside myself, pressing it against that special spot. Burning up like a furnace.

Shane groans as Catriona moves her mouth back and forth on the head of his glistening prick. He looks like he might cum any second.

"Cut! I want to see some doggy action," I command, my fingers slurping inside my underwear. "Positions, please."

It's fun being the director.

"NOW, people!"

Toyboy Shane draws his slippery cock from my friend's mouth as she clambers round onto her knees and grabs hold of the armchair so he can easily penetrate her from behind. He pushes the starched white uniform right up over her pretty, white arse and Catriona thrusts backwards, eagerly awaiting his entry. I've often imagined her like this, in my most secret fantasies: on her knees, those puffy pink lips spreading open to reveal her soft centre, pretty little red hairs curling around her glistening cunt.

I notice that my husband is avidly watching the scene from his bed, a huge birthday-boy grin on his face. Not strictly in the script, but I'm not about to tell him he can't watch something as amazing as this: my best friend getting taken from behind, right here in our house, as I sit her brazenly fingering myself. It'd break the poor boy's heart.

Shane unclips Catriona's bra and she wiggles her whole body so that her huge breasts fall out from their cups. She squeezes and pulls at each of her dark nipples until they stand out all thick and hard.

I can feel my heart thudding as my fingers slip back and forth over my clit. I'm sure I'm going to explode any second. Through the black and white viewfinder I watch as Shane grips his fat cock in one hand and buries it deep in Cat's pink slit, pushing himself hard up against her arse.

"Hmmn!" she sighs, breathlessly.

I get to my feet - slowly, so as not to jolt the camera too much - and, with my spare hand, drag my knickers down to my ankles. Stepping out of them, I stand there with my legs spread wide, clutching feverishly at myself. Through the viewfinder I can see Shane's prick appearing disappearing appearing disappearing as it slides in and out... in and out... in and out. It's almost shiny: slick with Catorina's honey. I can smell her scent from here. It fills me with an animalistic hunger. The slut-beast growls inside me.

"Better check on your patient, Cat," I say, glancing over at my husband, who is looking a bit left out. Poor lamb. "Shane - I want you to come over here and lie down for me, honey."

Shane draws his cock from Catriona's pussy and she groans unhappily. He shrugs his shoulders, and playfully slaps it against her pale buttocks. "Sorry, nurse - director's orders." He shuffles towards me and rolls himself onto his back, his manhood sticking up thick and hard like a bratwurst sausage. Stepping over him, I drop to my knees. With two fingers I part my flushed labia and plunge down onto him, gasping. I allow my eyes to flicker briefly shut as I enjoy its solidness, then turn the camcorder, still firmly gripped in my right hand, towards Catriona. She is already feasting on my husband's prick.

Bernardo is, of course, delighted to receive such tlc from my best friend. "Thought I was never going to get a shot at you," I hear him say.

Shane is moving inside me, now, his hands gripping my hips, my pussy clasping tight to him like a muscle to a rock as he fucks me with shallow strokes.

"Go on, girlie!" I say. "What you waiting for? There's a patient in distress."

Cat looks at me and laughs, a little startled. She's obviously thought about doing this for a long time. I bet she never thought it'd happen and that I'd be right there watching. Clambering up onto the bed, she lowers herself onto my husband's bulging hardon, dropping forward so her tits brush over his hairy chest. Sliding herself backwards and forwards, grinding herself hard against him. "Hmn, that's nice," she purrs.

I'm finding it a little hard to concentrate on my camera duties. This is so wild. The site of my husband fucking my best friend. The feel of Shane's muscular chest under my hand. Strong hands gripping me. His cock - much thicker and longer than Bernardo's - stretching my pussy lips wide open. Wet with excitement. I'm surprised how different he feels inside me. Filling me completely.

I deposit the camera on the floor, leaving my hands free to play with my throbbing clitoris and to rub at my small breasts as I hump my best pal's boyfriend. He feels so big inside me. His hands tight on my hips. My fingers circling where it's most sensitive. Nipples burning up. Looking into Bernardo's eyes. Watching each other fuck like animals. We're fucking like...

"Oh, God." I yelp, clenching my teeth. "I think I'm going to... oh... hmnm... yuh!"

Through half-closed eyes I can see Catriona and Bernardo turning to watch my contorted face as the energy sparks from my clit up over my belly, an electrical storm all the way to my swollen breasts. One loud squeal of joy, and I drop forward onto Shane's chest, the climax exploding through my sex.

"Woah!" gasps Shane. He can feel my cunt spasming around his prick, juices squirting out over his balls and pubic hair, getting him all sticky with my pleasure. He rolls me over onto my back and I lie trembling and panting for breath, gasping aloud as he draws his cock out, and kneels above me, wanking furiously.

"Yay!" Catriona giggles and crawls between my still shaking legs.

Seeing a good photo opportunity, my husband grabs the camcorder from the floor.

I feel Cat's hair tickling my thighs as she lowers her head, staring up at me with such intensity, her pupils big and black in those green eyes. And then she begins to lick me: her tongue running up between my buttocks, over the sensitive perineum, and up to my pink flushed lips. Drawing them apart with her fingers and probing as deep as she can. I feel her warm tongue wriggling inside me as I curl my fingers in her red hair, squashing her nose up against my pubic mound. Those waves still flowing through me as she flicks at my clit. Soft. Hard. Hard. Soft. Hard. "Oh, God!" It's almost too much. Too intense. But, soon enough, those familiar sensations are growing inside me again as Catriona hungrily laps at my pussy.

This scene is driving Shane wild. He groans loudly, his legs shaking, as a shower of warm cum squirts from the tip of his straining cock over my face and into my mouth. I greedily gulp back the thick creamy fluid as Bernardo thrusts the camcorder into Shane's hand.

Catriona is flicking her tongue roughly over my clit and I can feel my third climax coming... coming... it's coming... its coming. Fingers tightening their grip on my friend's fiery hair. Watching my husband kneels down behind her and plunge his prick into her from behind. I hear her moaning between my thighs, feel the heat of her breath as Bernardo fucks her hard. The sound of his body slapping up against her arse. My engorged clit burning burning burning up and yes it's here it's here it's...

"Uhnh!!!!" My body buckles.

Bernardo shudders and pulls his slippery cock from Cat's pussy, squirting his milky love all over her arse and into the fine hairs of her cunt.

I'm barely able to move but, somehow, I find the energy to push Cat onto her back, burying my face between her thighs, breathing the smell of her sex in through my nose as I lap up my husband's cream. Bernardo sucking on her big swollen tits. Me licking her till she loses it, loudly thrashing and screaming, thrusting her cunt into my face.




Abby & Bernardo (A Quiet Night In)



"Woah! That was excellent, dudes!" chuckles Shane as he gazes down at the three of us lying flushed and panting and dripping with sweat, jism and girlie-love.

Bernardo sits up, breathless, his chest damp with sweat. "I've got an idea for another video. Anyone interested?"

Catriona immediately raises a shaky hand and Shane and I grin at each other and nod.

"It's about four young, naked film-makers who get lost in the woods. I think I'm going to call it 'The Bare Snatch Project',"

I smile, licking someone's sperm from my lips. "I'll go fetch my lady shave."



Abby and Casey



There are women who love to suck cock, and then there was Abby McHale.

Catholic schoolgirl stereotypes about their repressed and latent sexuality are not just idly created. They were embodied in cute, shy little freckled redheaded Abby McHale.

Abby was the manager of a novelty store in a regional mall I managed. There's not even the slightest need to pretend that we were anything more than fuck buddies. Abby was twenty-six with huge tits, not a bad premise for a woman. She had a thing for both older men and men who she perceived to be in a position of some authority. She was also a complete sexual submissive when she came across such a man. 

She would do anything I said, and liked it that way.

Not surprisingly, so did I.

Abby was also in a long-term, long-distance relationship with her college sweetheart who now lived in North Carolina. Her excuse for sucking my cock numerous times weekly, at least in her own mind, was that it was only practice to better please her fiancee'-to-be, as she wishfully called him. 

Whatever. She would recite this mantra even as I exploded load after load onto her Raggedy-Ann-cute face and her pillow soft, heavily freckled titties.

I was thirty-eight and had been divorced for about two years. Let's just say I was making up for lost time recently. When you manage a mall, about ninety percent of the store managers are women, and though I should have been more discreet, in hindsight, at the time I was bedding a fair amount of store employees at a pretty rapid pace.

And, as the song goes, "word gets around in a small, small town, they say he was a dangerous man." 

Well, perhaps dangerous isn't the adjective. Endowed might be more appropriate. I pack a solid eight inches. It seemed my legend had kind of grown among some of the women I'd entertained. Word-of-mouth advertising is always the most effective method of attracting customers. Abby loved, and even insisted upon, hearing about my other conquests. 

For some reason, Abby particularly got off on hearing about the somewhat older Macy's department store manager I had bedded a few times in the last month, a divorced Korean woman in her late forties named Alicia, who had a penchant for anal sex. The more graphically I described my episodes with Alicia, the more enthusiastically Abby, an anal virgin, orally performed on me.

Oh, yes, Abby McHale was a self-proclaimed size queen, too. So, I pretty much fit her every category for cock sucking practice. Yep, I willingly volunteered my services. I'm a gentleman that way.

As Allen Iverson once famously said, "Hey, we only talkin' 'bout PRACTICE..."

Anyway, on this particular Thursday evening, I got the call about ten o'clock, or just about store closing time. "I'm coming over," Abby said, which was now becoming about a two-or-three times a week occasion. She'd come over late, suck me, I'd fuck her, she'd suck me again, and leave. All neat and tidy, about a sixty-to-ninety minute workout, usually. Still time for a good night's sleep. She never wanted to stay, either, which was heavenly. Abby seemed to think that staying the night equated to 'cheating'.

I loved this woman's way of thinking. I liked it more when she next said, "And tonight, I'm bringing a toy."

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell to my townhouse rang. I walked to answer the door wearing only boxer shorts. That was the good thing about Abby's visits, there was no need to dress up for them. It was the ultimate "cum as you are" event.

My eyes widened when I saw my new "toy". Abby smiled when she saw my reaction.

"This is Casey, my newest employee, Mr. Mall Manager." I felt my mouth gape open at the same rate that my cock was growing out. "Well, aren't you going to let us in?"

Casey was a petite brunette who I imagined was about as tall laying down as she was standing up. She was built like a gymnast, maybe not even five feet tall and not even one hundred pounds. However, her tits were, on that particular frame, huge. She wore a tight, white Phillies baseball t-shirt and a pair of black short-shorts that hugged her taut bubble butt like second skin.

When I finally got around to looking at her face, it was as awesome as the rest of her. Long, straight, jet black hair with a hint of Asian features around her eyes. Coal-black pupils, and full red lips. I estimated her to maybe still be a teenager, but I found out soon enough that she had just turned twenty.

"We don't have a lot of time, Casey has to be home by midnight. She still lives with her mom, who's real strict." Abby took my one hand in hers and placed my other hand in Casey's tiny palm and we walked to our familiar 'workout' place, my couch.

Abby sat me down on the couch and peeled off her own t-shirt and unhooked her bra in about the time it took to blink. She knelt in front of me and motioned for Casey to take a seat next to me on the couch.

"Casey and I were making girl talk and I asked her which guy in the mall she found the most fuckable, and she said, 'That mall manager looks like he'd know his way around a bed.' What a coincidence, huh?"

Abby had her hand in my boxer shorts' slit now, fishing for the eel. "So I let her in on our little secret."

She pulled my engorged rod out of the slit and wrapped both of her hands around the shaft. Abby looked at Casey, whose eyes were transfixed on my now exposed hard-on. "And this is our not-so-little secret, Casey. Don't say I didn't tell you."

Until then, I still hadn't said a word. Neither had Casey. When Abby began to gently lick and suck on the tip of my purple cock head, though, Casey's hand went to cover her mouth unconsciously. "Wow," she half-whispered, and then she looked at my face and giggled. Her eyes returned to my lap and she repeated her exclamation. "Wow. Huge."

I love a woman of little words. Succinct is sexy.

Abby began to navigate her path inch by inch down my veiny root, in her own unique way. Annie used her hands the way a pretzel-maker rolls dough, kneading and twisting. Her hot mouth served as the baking inferno to expand and inflame my cock. My only complaint with Abby is that she sometimes talked a little too much when in the act, serving as both play-by-play and color commentator.

I didn't think I would have that issue with Casey, however, who seemingly didn't even notice that I was beginning to lift her t-shirt up her chest. Her tummy was washboard-flat and she had a gold ring shining from her belly button. I began to nibble on Casey's young neck, covered with goose bumps, and brushed her silky hair aside to whisper in her ear.

"Why don't you join in, Casey? After all, we have to get you home soon. Don't you wanna suck this cock of mine?" She moaned for the first time as I caressed her incredibly firm breasts, letting my hands rub across the sides in small ovals.

Abby watched the action without breaking stride on the task at hand. "Yes, take her shirt off, daddy. Aren't her tits incredible? I've been dying to see them myself." Aah, ulterior motive, I thought. Abby had told me about a few of her bi-sexual tendencies, but she was usually so busy sucking me off on any given night that we didn't have a chance to really explore this topic. Apparently, Casey was a toy designed for both of us.

I was more than willing to share, and Casey obligingly lifted her arms over her head to help me shed her of her shirt. There was no bra. She didn't need any. They were 32C perfection.

I lay Casey down on her side and maneuvered her head so that it was essentially in my lap. I also began to tug now at the shorts that had a zipper on the side. She kicked out of them, assisting the process expediently. She wore the tiniest,skimpiest, silk ebony thong that was wedged into the folds of her pussy like a string of dental floss.

Without any direction, Casey reached for my eight-inch sword and ambitiously yanked it away from Abby's talented mouth, which resulted in a loud 'pop'. Almost as if they were an experienced tandem, Abby didn't whimper or complain. She simply began to trace her long, pink tongue around my heavy testicles and enjoyed her view as Casey lowered her head tentatively and began to take just the tip of my cock into her tight mouth.

I began to finger-fuck Casey's impossibly tight cunt with just my index finger, slowly teasing, just the finger tip at first, then into the second knuckle, and began to curl it up along the top walls of her barely-used vagina. This caused her to moan onto my cock and take me farther into her mouth.

I didn't forget about the gift-bearer, though. How could I when she had her tongue around my balls like a puppy with a new chew toy? "Take your shorts, off, Abby, darlin'. You have way too many clothes on for this party."

Now, as talented as Abby was in the cock sucking department and as big as her tits were, I'm not gonna fabricate the truth. Abby's ass was kinda...well it was sort of...big, OK? It was big. Plump, let's call it, to be charitable. As a buddy of mine once said, "Where there are big tits, a big ass is someday sure to follow." Abby's ass had caught up to her at an early age, and she was self-conscious about it.

I saw a bumper sticker not long before that reminded me of Abby. It said, 'Does my fat ass make my fat ass look big?' I knew Abby would probably be embarrassed, especially when comparing her own hind quarters to those of Casey's, who could have body-doubled for an Olympic gymnast. And I was planning to be Casey's personal pummel horse tonight. Once they both got done sucking me, that is.

I released my exploration of Casey's supple cunt as I watched Abby obediently remove her own shorts and pink thong. With my hands now positioned accordingly, and with two young mouths greedily assaulting my turgid meat in what was fast become a competition, I could grab the back of both of their heads and control the action.

Each fist curled their respective manes into a tight ball while I alternated face-fucking the two young cock-obsessed vixens. While Abby was a certified Grade-A fellatrix, Casey was quickly establishing herself to be a worthy oral opponent to Abby's unofficial reign as best cocksucker in the mall.

"Whoever sucks the hardest and moans the loudest is going to be fucked first, ladies", I challenged, throwing down the gauntlet. This evoked a cacophony of sounds that resembled a family of coyotes on the plains. The two girls' impassioned groans and wails echoed off the walls, no doubt alerting the neighbors on either side of my townhome that I was entertaining multiple visitors this evening.

"While the other watches at first, playing with themselves...," I continued, straining valiantly to hold back my release against the relentless dual oral assault. "...and then licks the pussy of the one that I'm fucking."

This caused Casey to wrestle my shaft from Abby in a greedy death grip and she plunged down on my pole so that a full six inches disappeared down her young throat in a heartbeat. Momentarily startled by the aggressive display, Abby leaned back a few inches and began to diddle her clit, seemingly content to play the unaccustomed role of spectator.

I remembered right about then that Abby had that ulterior motive. She took her other hand and eased it into Casey's flowing hair, which was twirling wildly now as she bucked up and down on my cock, her entire body rocking in rhythm to her head bouncing on my lap.

"Yeah, that's it, you fucking slut", Abby growled, pulling on Casey's silky tresses. "Suck that big, fat cock, little girl," she encouraged.

Abby reached under Casey's gyrating hips and plunged two fingers into her dripping young cunt. Casey's tight torso bucked as if she was having a seizure, her button nose now brushing against my pubes, so deeply had she consumed me in her tight little mouth.

Abby pulled Casey's thick hair back almost violently. Casey's mouth released from my shaft with another audible 'pop', this one even louder than the first. A strand of saliva hung from her bottom lip back to my cocktip. Casey flicked her long tongue in a desperate attempt to slurp it in, like the spaghetti-eating scene in the animated movie "A Hundred and One Dalmatians."

Yeah, go on, tell me that scene wasn't meant to be phallic.

Abby cradled my pulsing shaft in her free hand and stroked it eagerly. "Yeah, cum on her pretty face, daddy. Crown her champion for tonight. All over her face with your seed. I want to watch you fuck this horny little slut. Cum on her..."

Casey gasped and opened her mouth as if a doctor had instructed her to say "aaaahhhhh." Her lips trembled as she waited for her protein supplement. And then Abby dropped the hammer, so to speak.

"...'cause I want to watch you fuck Casey just like you fuck her mom. In the ass."

The facial resemblance between Casey and Alicia dawned on me at about the exact same second that my first shot of cum splashed onto Casey's forehead, ricocheting up into her hair. Her head snapped back, and to the right, like Kennedy's in the Zapruder film. A series of rat-a-tat-tat cum bullets found their target and coated Casey's lips, eyelids, cheeks, chin, and dripped down onto her heaving twenty-year-old tits.

The sound of the sticky ammunition raining down onto Casey's face was augmented by the squish of Abby's fingers plunging into Casey's snatch, as Casey cried out in a wailing orgasm. Then, just as suddenly, everything stopped, all at once, motion and soundtrack. An awkward freeze frame of recognition, at least for me.

I looked down at Casey as she shuddered and lowered her head to the couch, coating the upholstery with my cum hanging from her cheek.

I pointed down at the youngster slumping next to me, the realization hitting me like the proverbial ton of bricks. Alicia had once shown me a wallet-sized facial photo of her daughter. But it was dark, in my car, and she was getting ready to blow me, so I was legitimately distracted. 

"You mean...?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Abby grinned and nodded, delighted with her surprise. Casey lifted her head from the couch and brought it to my lap, which was still leaking small drips of white ejaculate. She began to lick my tip, cleaning me, and causing my still erect shaft to remain so.

"Mom and I are pretty close, we share just about all our secrets," Casey said softly, licking up and down my length, which had barely subsided. She then turned so that she climbed up between my legs, straddling me now, reverse cowgirl-style. I watched Abby crawl on the carpet, placing herself under Casey's pussy, which now hovered over my dick.

"I knew she was seeing the 'mall manager', and I noticed that every time she talked about you, she had this dreamy look on her face," Casey regaled, lowering herself onto me, her impossibly tight cunt like a boa constrictor, wrapping her vaginal muscles around my cock.

Instinctively, my body taking over and reacting while my mind whirled, I reached up and grabbed Casey by her tiny waist, pushing her down onto my cock while Abby's tongue danced around the gorgeous twenty-year-old's needy clit.

Casey leaned back onto me and moaned, her cunt being both filled by eight inches of dick and massaged by Abby's talented oral ministrations. Casey spoke again, her voice barely audible, her eyes closed in blissful acknowledgement of the double pleasure her pussy was receiving. Fucked and licked, fucked and licked. 

"...and then when Abby told me about what you and she did, and then what you told Abby about your other conquests, well, the math suddenly added up. A perfect coincidence, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes, I would have to agree. Small world indeed." I concurred, leaning down to pull Abby's face more deeply into Casey's hot box. I pumped into Casey's slit harder, humping her up and down on my cock, literally tossing her into the air with each thrust.

I took Casey's legs under my one arm and brought them to her chest, allowing Abby unfettered access to Casey's little brown puckered star.

"Abby...," I said with the tone of a professor doling out assignments. "...why don't you feast on Casey's asshole for a little bit. She needs to get prepared for what her mom so enjoys. And you wanna watch, don't you?"

Abby needed no further encouragement and navigated her way around my cock buried deep in Casey's pussy and began to run a trail of kisses from the bottom of Casey's cunt to the crown of her anus.

Casey turned her head to kiss me, lost in the sensation of being royally fucked by her mother's lover while her boss ate her asshole.

"Please fuck my ass", she whimpered politely, a demure young ass slut-in-waiting now.

So I did. I took her anal cherry. While Abby watched.

The two girls left at ten before midnight. I was asleep before the clock struck twelve. I got a great night's sleep.

After all, I had a date with Casey's mother the next night.