4 comments/ 127982 views/ 21 favorites Interruptus By: JUDO It had been one long day. My best friend Annette and I had gone to the beach to watch our friends Mike and John surf. The sun came up hot and the wind was blowing an offshore breeze. John was one of the hottest local surfers and Mike was his cousin from Oceanside. Annette and I spent all day at the beach watching Mike, John and several other surfers on The Wedge near the Huntington Pier. We sunbathed, swam in the ocean and made several trips for food and beers, but generally just had a great time hanging out, and listening to music. I had known Annette all through Middle School and High school. We had been members of the school marching band together and had joined several popular girl's clubs together. I have long brown hair, and I'm about 5 foot, 5 inches tall. Annette's taller than me, about 5 foot 8, and had long blonde hair and big blue eyes, but she's not as curvy as I am. I had been an "early bloomer". You know, I was the one girl in the 7th grade with boobs already. By the time of my 18th birthday last Christmas, I had a well-developed body, thin waist with a tight butt and large breasts; 34C to be exact. Annette is considered "flat-chested" by most boys. And she often joked about it herself being the "carpenter's friend"; flat as a board. But Annette's face is truly beautiful. Beautiful like the Swedish blood that ran in her family. She had the face of a model and I; while not ugly by any means, felt I couldn't stand up to Annette's beauty. My face is "school girl" cute, but not like Annette's. I have very pronounced cheekbones, green eyes, and full lips. My nose is just a ridiculous button nose, though. Not perfect, like Annette's. By the time the sun went down, everyone was pretty tired out. Annette asked me if I needed anything before heading back to her place for the evening. "Sleeping over, huh?" said John. "Yeah, so?" I said. John was always trying to infer the worst possible scenarios and you couldn't let him get away with anything. Otherwise, the next week, his rumor would be all over town. "Aw nothing. Are you girls having a slumber party or something?" said John. "No," said Annette, "We're just getting up early to go running on the beach and head down to the border for some shopping. So, we wanted to get an early start." Mike and John said their good-byes as they dropped us off in front of Annette's apartment near the pier. "See you! Drive safe," said Annette. I had never stayed over at Annette's new apartment. She got it just last month for her job near the beach, and also because she would be going to the local community college this Summer. I grabbed my stuff off the sidewalk and followed Annette up the stairs to the third floor. Annette was wearing a simple wrap-around skirt to keep the chill of the evening off of her wet suit. I, on the other hand, was chilled-to-the-bone as soon as the Sun vanished over the horizon. "C'mon, let's move it! I'm freezin'," I said. We trotted upstairs as fast as we could. I got there first and started jumping up and down to try and keep warm. "C'mon! Open it! Brrrrr!" I yelled. I wrapped my arms around me. I had goose bumps all over my breasts and arms. Annette reached into her purse find her keys. "Geez, you really are cold, aren't you?" she said, looking me over. "How could you tell?" I said, still jumping up and down. She laughed her high chuckle at this, and I couldn't help noticing her eyes glance at my tits as they bounced up and down in my little top. Annette opened the door and turned on a light. I picked my stuff up and threw it inside. I helped her with her stuff, too. I was cold! I shut the door quickly. "Can I have the shower first?" I said. "Sure, it's right through there!" Annette said. I ran for the bathroom and closed the door. I flicked on the wall heater, and started the shower with nothing but hot water. I closed the shower curtain and pulled my suit off. I stepped in the shower. That shower felt amazing. The warm water cascading over my shoulders and down my butt...ahhhhhh. I picked up the soap and spread the lather over my face and breasts. My nipples were as hard as steel in the hot spray. I thought they were going to freeze off outside, now they were thawing out. The heat of the water felt great on them. I lightly pinched them and ran my fingers around the outside. "Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned and threw my head back rubbing my nipples. It had been several busy days since I had gotten myself off, much too long. I could feel myself warming up. I dropped a hand to my pussy and pressed a finger along my labia. I took a deep breath. Mmmmmmm, that felt so good. I put one foot up in the corner of the shower for better access. I used my other hand and pulled open my lips; exposing my clit to the hot spray. "Oh yeahhhh...," I whimpered. Just as I started to work on my clit in earnest, Annette banged on the door. "Hey! Don't use up all the hot water in there!" I snapped out of my finger fuck and grabbed the shampoo. "Just a sec! I'm almost out!" I finished my hair and turned off the shower, then I realized in my haste I hadn't grabbed a towel, and there were no towels in the bathroom. Dripping wet, I got out of the shower and went to the door. I opened the door a crack. "Annette?" I said. "Yeah? What is it?" she replied. "Can you bring me a towel?" I asked. "Sure," she said. Annette came out of what I assumed was the bedroom to the right, reached in a cabinet across the hall and turned around. "Here ya go," she said and handed me the towel. She had a smile on her face. I started to dry off wrapping the big towel around my head. "I turned up the heat. Should be warmer in here in a few," she said. I finished drying my hair and started on my breasts. Annette was still standing in the door, and she wasn't looking me in the eye. "What's up?" I asked. "Oh, uh, what did you want to do about dinner?" she asked. I thought I would try something. I put the towel behind my back and started pulling it between my hands drying my back and shoulders; but also shaking my boobs back and forth. I looked up as I did this, but looked down at Annette. She was staring at my tits. "Oh, I don't know. Let's just get a burger or something fast, Okay?" Annette's eyes were glued to my boobs, her mouth hanging open. "Okay! Sounds good to me," she said slowly and disappeared around the corner. I closed the door and finished drying off and getting my face on, but my mind was racing. I knew that Annette had always been very sensitive about her small breasts, but I'd never seen her ogling other girls; and certainly not me before tonight. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure what she wanted. Besides that, she been dating Dan from the Tennis Team at school for the past two years. I knew that they had done it and more, we told each other everything. I had dated around, but no one really special. We had always shared our triumphs in love and bed as well as our more depressing efforts. But this was something new. The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful. We went out to a local burger shack, ate and went by Blockbuster to rent a movie. We picked up Gladiator and headed back to Annette's. When we walked in the door, the apartment was warm, too warm. It was like a sauna. Annette had turned the thermostat all the way up and left it there. We opened windows and opened the door in an effort to right the temp, but we didn't want to lose all the heat; so the apartment was going to be pretty warm for a while. "You want to watch the video now?" I asked eyeing her huge TV and the big sofa in front of it. Her dad owned one of those big places that deals in high-tech entertainment systems and her family always had all the latest stuff. We had picked up the movie on DVD and I was really looking forward to watching it. "Yeah, but it's a long flick. I'm getting my jammies and robe on first," she said. With that, we headed for Annette's bedroom. I got out my PJs and threw them on the bed. I unzipped my jacket and took off my sweater. I sat on the bed to remove my socks and shoes. Annette took off her jacket and shoes and then stopped and stood there. Her hands were at the hem of her short shirt. I looked up at her. She looked like she was thinking about something. "Hey!" I said. "Oh sorry, I...uh, spaced there for a minute" she chuckled. "Annette, is there something on your mind?" I asked. "Me? No...nothing," and with that she pulled her T-shirt over her head. Her breasts were small, but definitely not flat. She had always been somewhere between an A cup and a B cup, but her nipples were like two pencil erasers. They had always been long, but now they looked so hard they must hurt. I looked up and Annette was watching me. Busted. She smiled and pulled her jeans off. I went back to getting my PJs on. I pulled my jeans off and folder them up placing them in my gym bag at the foot of the bed. When I turned around, Annette was naked. She had always had the most gorgeous butt. She used to run track at school and her legs were exquisite, but her butt was awesome; round, firm just like a model. I watched her slip her bottoms on and went about my business. Two hours, 6 beers and a bowl of popcorn later, Russell Crowe was getting his Roman Revenge. We were curled up on opposite ends of the couch as the credits started to roll. The movie was great! I lolled my head back against a couple of pillows and looked at the ceiling. I just laid there for a minute or so, I couldn't really tell while relaxing. "Hey!" said Annette pointing. "Yeah?" I asked, not moving. "Your...you fell out," she said. I looked at Annette. She was looking at my chest. I looked down. I hadn't buttoned the top two buttons of my flannel PJs and my left breast was completely exposed. I reached up with my left hand and squeezed it. "It just wants a little action...came out to say 'hello,'" I joked. Annette didn't laugh and licked her lips looking at my boob. "I've always wanted tits like yours," she said. "What? C'mon, yours are great...," I started. "Oh, don't give me that," she said. She opened her robe and pulled up her top showing me hers. I must have looked a little startled. "Sorry...," she said and started to lower her hands. "No, no! It's okay. Really. Show me," I said quickly. She smiled a little smile and raised her hands again. Her nipples were incredible. They hardened right before my eyes. "My tits are so small. They don't move like yours. They hardly jiggle at all. Wearing a bra is just for fashion for me," she said, "They're not sexy, like yours." She demonstrated how her boobs moved, pushing them around with her hands; squeezing them while I watched. "Yes, they are, but in their own way. Just look at your nipples!" I said. "What about them?" she said looking down at her chest. "They're so firm, not soft like mine. And look how stiff they get, that's so sexy-looking. And without a bra, the boys'll be checking you out from across the room," I said. Annette laughed and smiled at me. She reached down with her right hand and took her right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and started twisting it. "You know, sometimes I can make myself cum just by playing with my nipples," she said. I just sat there, one hand on my boob and wide-eyed. She took her other nipple between her other thumb and forefinger and started twisting that one, too. "Mmmmmmm...they have always been so sensitive. It's almost like when I touch myself...when I touch my pussy...rubbing them like this." I watched her, I was afraid to move. My heart was beating faster and I opened my mouth to breathe. Annette slid down in the couch a little, still twisting her nipples in her fingers. They got even longer, if that's possible. I licked my lips. I realized that I was squeezing my breast. She pulled her robe off and lifted her top over her head and went right back to pulling her nipples without ever looking in my direction. "God, I'm getting so horny. It's like when Dan does this to me," she gasped. She did look really sexy. "Dan and I were just here last Tuesday doing this together...mmmmm... " she said. "Doing this?" I asked. "Yes, he sat right here next to me jacking his long, hard cock watching me get off," she hissed. I let the robe fall off my shoulders and opened the last two buttons on my top. I looked down at my tits. They were already getting that full feeling they get when I get excited. I cupped them in my hands. A little moan escaped my mouth. I touched my nipples with the palms of my hands, the warmth made my stomach tremble. "Now that's what I've been talking about," said Annette. I looked up. Annette had one hand still tweaking her nipples but the other was in her bottoms. Her neck was a little flushed and her eyelids half-closed. "Just look how beautiful your tits look! That's what a real woman's breasts should look like...very sexy!" she said. I looked down at them. They were at their fullest. My nipples just hard little nubbins at the ends of them. I continued milking my breasts with my hands cupped beneath them. Oh God, I was hot. I needed a release. "Can I touch them?" said Annette. My mind whirled. What did she say? "It's just that your breasts look so, so sexy and perfect. I wonder what they would feel like," she said. Annette was looking right at me now. "Well, I guess so, I...," I started. "If you don't feel comfortable or anything, it's okay," she said. "No, it's okay I guess. If you can't touch mine...I don't know..." I stuttered. Annette smiled and knee-walked along the sofa to where I was sitting. She sat down next to me. I dropped my hands down to my sides. She looked at my boobs, then looked at me. "Go ahead, they won't bite," I said and she laughed. She lifted her slim, long-fingered hand and placed it under my right breast. She lifted it. Mmmmm, the softness of her palm felt good. She squeezed it. "God, they're so beautiful...so soft, yet firm. Look how they stand up by themselves," she said slowly. She took her other hand and placed it on my other breast and started squeezing it, too. Then she ran her hands over my nipples. Shivers went up and down my spine. I looked at her tits. The nipples stood up three-quarters of an inch! They were hard and red...swollen. She pinched by nipples lightly and pressed my boobs together, giving them an aching massage. I squeezed my thighs together and looked at Annette's face. Her mouth was open and her eyes were locked on my tits. She raised her glazed look to mine, leaned in and said, "I know just what we need." She let go of me, put the robe on her shoulders and ran into her room. I was puzzled and not a little embarrassed. I pulled my top closed and buttoned it; crossing my arms in front of me. I heard her rummaging around in her room and saw the closet light come on. What was she doing? Two seconds later she came out and went to the DVD player. She fished out a disc and loaded then, ran excitedly over to the sofa and jumped onto it beside me with the remote in her hand. "What's up? What have you got?" I asked. "You're not going to believe this. I just ordered this last week off the Net," she said working a few buttons on the remote. Then a video started. A title came up "A Day with Gary Roddmann". A young Italian- looking guy was asleep in a bed. Sunlight streamed in through the window behind him. An alarm rang and he hit it twice trying to silence it. He rolled over rubbing his eyes. He pushed the covers off of him. Whoa! Was this guy handsome or what? He had a chest that made my mouth water. He sat up on his elbows and looked around the room, then he reached under the mattress he was sleeping on, pulled out a porno mag, leaned back and started leafing through the pages. "What movie is this?" I asked. "It's not a movie. It's an interactive DVD. Check it out!" she answered. The guy turns to a page of two beautiful women kissing and smiles real big. He pushes his covers the rest of the way off. A large tentpole sticks up inside his boxers. "Jesus Christ! He's huge!" I said and Annette giggled. Then, the image froze and a menu came up with choices: 1) Gary jacks off 2) Gary goes to the shower 3) The doorbell rings. "You're kidding me," I exclaimed. "Nope. Isn't this the coolest thing ever?" she laughs. "You mean, he'll really do whatever we want?" I asked. "Oh yeah," she said, "What do you want him to do?" I thought for a second and said, "Well, I've never seen a guy do it...I mean, by himself, before." Annette push a button, "Then choice number one it is." On the screen, the guy keeps looking at the magazine, but reaches down and starts rubbing his cock through his boxers. He stroked it on the outside a couple of times and the head pushed through the waistband. What a plum! It was bright red and about the size of a ripe tomato. His hand started to tickle the underside of his penis. "Mmmmmm, oh yeah baby!" came out of the video speakers surrounding us. He laid the magazine down for a second and took his boxers off. Wow! No wonder this guy made porn videos! What a massive cock! He got up on one elbow to look at the magazine, flipping the pages with one hand and stroking the length of his cock with the other. I stole a glance at Annette. Her eyes were half closed and she was licking her lips. She said, "Look at how he's fuckin his hand. Oh shit!" With that, she dropped her robe off her shoulders and started rolling her hard nipples between her fingers again. I looked back at the screen. Gary's cock looked even bigger. He was stroking it pretty fast now; obviously getting ready to let some cum fly. My breasts ached. I looked at Annette again. Her eyes glued to the video, she was rubbing her breasts with the palms of her hands. Her nipples were really hard and long like before. She alternated between pinch-rolling them and milking the undersides of her tits. She didn't look at me for a second. I let my left hand drift down to my thigh and put it inside my robe. I checked Annette again. She was in sexual oblivion. I put my hand in my bottoms and lightly stoked my slit with my finger. Ooooo, that was nice. I was so wet. My PJs were damp between my legs. I took a look at Gary on the screen. A blob of precum oozed out the end of his cock, he was turning red and breathing harder. Any second now, he would shoot. I touched my clit. "Oh," came out of my lips before I could stop. I cleared my throat for cover, but Annette never looked or moved. I circled my finger around my clit. Oooo, God, I thought. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. I slid my finger deep into my pussy and almost screamed. I looked; Annette was still watching the screen only, not me. I started slowly sliding my index finger in-and-out of my pussy while rubbing my clit with my thumb; always a sure fire way for me to get off. I lay back in the cushions behind me and watched Gary jack off. He stopped for a second, reached in a drawer by the bed and pulled out a bottle of clear lotion, which he liberally applied to his cock and balls. He sat on the edge of the bed and started using both hands jacking himself; one hand jacking his pole and the other massaging his kiwi-sized balls. His beautiful blue eyes looked up at the camera and right into my eyes. It was as if he and I were masturbating together. I reached up and squeezed my right breast with my other hand. I pinched my nipple and moved my hand to my other breast. "This is so hot! Ohhh...," Annette said. I froze. I'd almost forgotten about her. I looked over. She was still looking at the video, but somehow she had removed her PJ bottoms and had two fingers inside her pussy sliding in-and-out. Her pussy was red and puffy and had almost no hair at all. She had those pretty butterfly lips open and covered with her cream. Between her breasts, a little sheen of sweat glistened in the lamplight.. She took her other hand off her nipples and put it in her mouth; getting it wet. She took the wet finger and put it on her clit; making little circles with it. Interruptus We had had a sunny day alone at home. I was feeling quite randy, especially seeing she wander around in skirt and a light top. I kept trying to seduce Connie, touching her suggestively, trying to get my tongue into action in kisses, whispering suggestive things to her. So far no real response. Half way through the afternoon, the phone rang. It was a friend of Connie's, wanting to arrange a coffee sometime. While they were talking, I came up behind Connie, and grabbed a breast. She pushed me away, but I persisted, since she was constrained in what she could say by the phone at her mouth. I snaked an arm around her waist, and stroked her pussy mound through her skirt. She squirmed to get way from me, then seemed to give up. her legs opened a bit as she stood there, carrying on a normal conversation with her. She rang off, then turned to me and gave me a sexy mouth, and a tongue that was alive! We kissed like that, my hand between her legs, then she moved in the direction of the bedroom. As we approached the bedroom, the doorbell rang. She changed direction, but I came with her, I had now hiked up her skirt and insinuated my hand now between her legs from behind. She tried to get away, but gave up and opened the door, leaving the screen door shut. We could see, but not be seen. It was the paperboy, collecting. Connie said, "Wait a minute!" and reached for her purse by the door. My hand was playing with her pussy, my fingers having found a way around her panties. Connie was already moist. She had the money, and needed to open the screen door. I let her do that, withdrawing my hand. When she had paid him, she locked the door, which gave me an opportunity to put my fingers back where they had been. Connie sighed and leaned into another deep kiss. She moved quickly to the bedroom, and dropped her skirt, wanting to keep the kiss going while she was doing it. She was starting to hump into my finger, wanting to rub her clit against its little pressure. Through the open curtains, we could see a car pull up outside. Bummer, I thought, but I kept my fingers in her wet slit. I stood behind her, my cock still in its shorts, my finger in her slit, my other hand trying to unclasp her bra. She said, "Wait!" urgently. The car door opened, and someone went across the road, so she relaxed again. She turned, shrugged off her t-shirt and allowed me to finish taking off her bra, then she pulled down my shorts and started playing with Damien. He loved it, as always. Her fingers were soft but firm and knew how to excite him. She directed my head to her chest, to kiss her boobs. Then she moved to the bed and lay on her back. I started kissing her feet, then moved up her legs to her pussy. She spread her thighs to give access. My tongue starting to lick her little button, and she moved in appreciation, with a little groan. "Fuck my fanny with your tongue," she said. And I was doing what she wanted, but the phone started ringing. We both tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't stop, so I was forced to get up, my prick standing to attention. She tried to hold my head there at her pussy, but I was gone. I grabbed the phone by the bed. It was her friend again, wanting to change arrangements for coffee. I handed Connie the phone, but slipped my finger back into her wet cunt, and sat beside her, while she spoke. She grabbed Damien again with her free hand. Her voice was very husky as she spoke (could her friend notice, I wondered?), and she managed to conclude discussions quickly. Before she had even finished talking, my head was back between her legs, lapping up her love juice. She was very wet. She fumbled the phone into its cradle, then moaned as she got back into the swing of things. We hadn't been going long, before we were startled by the front door ringing again. This time, she went over to the curtains. As she stood there, I came up behind, played all over her body. She leant into me, holding my arms onto she. I somehow got my prick into she from behind, knees trembling. her pussy was so open and wet and warm, Damien loved it. It was a neighbour at the door, with her daughter. They could not see us. We could hear them more than see them. They obviously felt that we were home, but at this stage, we were both too far gone in our love making to want to stop. As they stood there, I slowly moved in and out of her wet cunt. She had her eyes closed and leant against the wall next to the curtains to provide some stability for our fucking. We were screwing five feet way from them, but we kept our noise down so they might go away. Then the phone rang again. She made a move this time, but I held onto her hips so she couldn't pull away. "Shh," I said. Our neighbour waited. The phone rang. I pressed my cock into her from behind as she was leaning against the wall. This time, the phone stopped and our neighbour moved away. They were only gone for a few strokes when some religious visitors appeared at the gate. They came up the path. I was still fucking her, and we could watch them. I found it exciting to be fucking away so close to people and them not know. They rang the bell. Despite her muffled protest, I yelled out, "Good afternoon." "May we speak with you?" I thrust into wet pussy, she grunted quietly. We were almost breathless. I said, "Not really, we're busy right now" (giggles from Connie) "We won't be long, sir." "No, sorry, not interested," I said. and with that I gave a last thrust, and came inside Connie's slippery cunt, as they walked away. Interruptus AndyDaddysBoy has logged on! Fatherload: Yay, you're on! AndyDaddysBoy: hi dad! AndyDaddysBoy: sorry ben finally went to sleep AndyDaddysBoy: he kept trying to tell me he beat me in halo 3 and i was getting totally pissed cuz he sucks and i was like "you didnt beat me bitch i won" AndyDaddysBoy: so now in revenge im hijacking his internets Fatherload: How are you "hijacking" it? AndyDaddysBoy: with my awesome spy hacker skills AndyDaddysBoy: didnt i tell you dad? im a spy Fatherload: Oh, good. I thought all of those flighty, random intervals of you leaping out of bed in the middle of the night to answer your watch when it loudly beeped meant that you were cheating on me. AndyDaddysBoy: no dad of course not AndyDaddysBoy: im a real american hero Fatherload: There's only room enough for one hero in our household, son. AndyDaddysBoy: guess no one can do it better than andrew! Fatherload: Well, no one can fuck like you can, that's for sure. AndyDaddysBoy: sure they can AndyDaddysBoy: you can Fatherload: Aw, shucks, you're just saying that! AndyDaddysBoy: i less than 3 you daddy Fatherload: I less-than-three you too, honey. :) Fatherload: So why are you at Ben's, anyway? If you stayed here at home, you could have played video games with me, instead. Not only that, but you'd get some! AndyDaddysBoy: hes been bugging me for weeks to hang out with him and it was annoying me AndyDaddysBoy: then he had this wise idea to ask me if we could have some stupid all nighter sleepover thing and of course he passed out after a couple hours Fatherload: Aren't you a little too old to be having "sleepovers" AndyDaddysBoy: what do you mean AndyDaddysBoy: im 18 Fatherload: You could be having a more adult sleepover right now. In bed with me. AndyDaddysBoy: this is an adult sleepover AndyDaddysBoy: with ice cream and xbox instead of sex Fatherload: Ice cream, huh? You'd rather have ice cream instead of cock? That's news to me. AndyDaddysBoy: no lol i wouldnt but i have to make my friend happy too Fatherload: Fine, fine. Fatherload: So, Ben went to sleep? He doesn't know you're on the computer? AndyDaddysBoy: no its all dark and quiet in here AndyDaddysBoy: kind of fuckin creepy actually AndyDaddysBoy: i keep looking at the door like someone is gonna come in and bust a cap in my ass Fatherload: Do me a favor, son, and never say "bust a cap" ever, ever again :P AndyDaddysBoy: lol your such a dick sometimes Fatherload: Well, I am what I eat. AndyDaddysBoy: does that make you an ass 2 Fatherload: Um... yes. AndyDaddysBoy: i knew it AndyDaddysBoy: so AndyDaddysBoy: dad Fatherload: So... Fatherload: Son... AndyDaddysBoy: what r you wearing Fatherload: Lol! Fatherload: Nothing. AndyDaddysBoy: oooo really Fatherload: Well, almost nothing. I have a pair of briefs on. AndyDaddysBoy: tell me abut em Fatherload: I have to tell you about the underwear you see me in every day? Come on, honey, I know you're not a pothead, your memory is better than that! :P AndyDaddysBoy: just humor me dad AndyDaddysBoy: ive been drinking coke all day and im really wired AndyDaddysBoy: too wired to sleep AndyDaddysBoy: can caffeine make you horny because im that too Fatherload: Not that I know of, lol. Fatherload: Thinking about you being horny makes me horny. AndyDaddysBoy: good cuz im super horny AndyDaddysBoy: ben tried to talk to me earlier about some stupid online game and i kept thinking about you masturbating in the shower AndyDaddysBoy: he kept asking if i was okay when i went into the bathroom 17 times Fatherload: What a coincidence, I jerked off in the shower this afternoon. AndyDaddysBoy: mmmmmmm AndyDaddysBoy: i have such a boner right now Fatherload: You do? =D AndyDaddysBoy: yeah AndyDaddysBoy: i hope no one wakes up and sees me AndyDaddysBoy: im rubbing on it Fatherload: Hah, you just woke SOMEONE up... AndyDaddysBoy: i did? Fatherload: Yes. Remember those underwear I said I was wearing? They're getting smaller. AndyDaddysBoy: mmmm AndyDaddysBoy: im thinking of you sitting there with a boner and its making me so fuckin hard Fatherload: I'm taking these off ;) AndyDaddysBoy: fuck i wish i could take my pants off AndyDaddysBoy: there so uncomfortabl right now Fatherload: I'm naked now :D AndyDaddysBoy: o god AndyDaddysBoy: im sweating lol AndyDaddysBoy: i want you so bad right now dad Fatherload: Mmm, you do huh? I want you too, son. Fatherload: I want to fuck your brains out. AndyDaddysBoy: fuck yes AndyDaddysBoy: come pick me up right now AndyDaddysBoy: plz dad im begging you Fatherload: It's two in the morning, Andrew, I can't come and get you. AndyDaddysBoy: why not???? Fatherload: I'm not ringing the doorbell of your friend's house at two a.m. you silly boy. AndyDaddysBoy: ill just go wait outside by the curb!!!!!! or we can fuck in ur car!! Fatherload: What makes you think I want to go out driving in the middle of the night? We'll see each other in the morning, honey. AndyDaddysBoy: fine AndyDaddysBoy: but im not going to be able to sleep like this with a huge boner in my boxers AndyDaddysBoy: and dripping with sweat thinking about you at home naked and jacking off Fatherload: That's fine. I'll help you with that ;) AndyDaddysBoy: mm thank you AndyDaddysBoy: please please fuck me dad i need it Fatherload: Who taught you to talk like that? Certainly not me. AndyDaddysBoy: oh no AndyDaddysBoy: am i in trouble dad Fatherload: You're in deep trouble, young man. Seems you need to be taught how to speak properly. AndyDaddysBoy: *whimpers* AndyDaddysBoy: what r you gonna do 2 me Fatherload: I'm going to make you wish you never swore in front of me. Pull your pants down and bend over my knee and show me your ass. AndyDaddysBoy: o no dont make me do that Fatherload: Do it. AndyDaddysBoy: i dont want 2 Fatherload: You're going to, or I'm going to do something a lot worse than spanking your ass. AndyDaddysBoy: *whimpers and tries to hide his erection as he lays across your knee with his ass out* dont hit me 2 hard daddy Fatherload: Why not? You deserve it. *Cracks his smooth palm down upon your tight, smooth, round ass cheek* AndyDaddysBoy: because i like it AndyDaddysBoy: i like it when you punish me it makes me soooo hard Fatherload: *Sweats, then finds a sudden interest in smacking your ass harder* You enjoy that, son? AndyDaddysBoy: *whimpers* yes its so good AndyDaddysBoy: hit me dad Fatherload: Mmm, you like your daddy's hands on you, don't you? I can feel your hard-on poking me in the leg. AndyDaddysBoy: yes i love when you touch my ass AndyDaddysBoy: i think about you licking it Fatherload: *Grins and lays you down on the floor on your stomach* AndyDaddysBoy: mmmm oh god AndyDaddysBoy: what r you doing dad Boneshark: hey kev what ae you doing up Fatherload: *spreads your smooth, beautiful, perfectly rounded ass cheeks open wide enough so that I can see your gleaming, shining sphincter, then presses my wet lips onto the tucks of your puckered hole, sweetly suckling and licking on it, teasing it gracefully with the tip of my tongue, just barely penetrating the alcove of your glorious, delicious ass hole.* Boneshark:?!?!?!?!??!?!????????111!! Boneshark: DUDE WHAT THE HELL Fatherload: Oh my, I'm so sorry, Kyle. Fatherload: That wasn't meant for you. Boneshark: I FUCKING HOPE NOT Boneshark: JESUS Boneshark: that is gross Fatherload: Oh, it wasn't that bad. Boneshark: oh god I can't get the image of a "puckered hole" out of my mind!!!!!!!! Fatherload: Hahaha! Boneshark: don't laugh asshole its not even funny!! Boneshark: what if i emoted back *takes an enormous shit all over your face* Fatherload: ROFL!!!!! Fatherload: LMFAO!!! Boneshark: dude Boneshark: therapy Boneshark: seek it. AndyDaddysBoy: uh AndyDaddysBoy: really dad what r you doing Fatherload: Sorry, sweetheart. Kyle messaged me. Fatherload: *Spreads your smooth, beautiful, perfectly rounded ass cheeks open wide enough so that I can see your gleaming, shining sphincter, then presses my wet lips onto the tucks of your puckered hole, sweetly suckling and licking on it, teasing it gracefully with the tip of my tongue, just barely penetrating the alcove of your glorious, delicious ass hole.* AndyDaddysBoy: mmmmf AndyDaddysBoy: oh fuck yes AndyDaddysBoy: that feels so good dad AndyDaddysBoy: lick my ass lick it mmmmmfuuukkk Boneshark: who the hell are you talking to by the way Fatherload: *Crams his tongue deeper into the cavern of skin while simultaneously spanking on each of your ass cheeks, before reaching underneath you between your legs and courteously rubbing on your tender, throbbing erection, gripping it tightly and massaging it lovingly.* Boneshark: KEVIN STOP IT!!!! Boneshark: you're doing it on purpise!!! Fatherload: Oh, Christ. Fatherload: Kyle, I'm not, I swear, I really am sorry. Boneshark: bullshit Fatherload: I'm talking to you and someone else and the way this stupid chat thing is, I can't tell which of you I'm talking to when a window pops! AndyDaddysBoy: dad??? Fatherload: I'm sorry, honey. Fatherload: *Crams his tongue deeper into the cavern of skin while simultaneously spanking on each of your ass cheeks, before reaching underneath you between your legs and courteously rubbing on your tender, throbbing erection, gripping it tightly and massaging it lovingly.* AndyDaddysBoy: mmm holy shit AndyDaddysBoy: *presses his ass back against your mouth and humps in your hand groaning* AndyDaddysBoy: mmfuck eat my ass AndyDaddysBoy: yesss rub my dick Fatherload: Mmm, son, your ass tastes so good. Fatherload: I love sticking my tongue in it. AndyDaddysBoy: ugg AndyDaddysBoy: im jerking off AndyDaddysBoy: r you Fatherload: Yes. AndyDaddysBoy: mmm do i make you hot daddy Fatherload: You certainly do. AndyDaddysBoy: i wish i was home right now AndyDaddysBoy: so i could play with you Fatherload: I do too, baby. Boneshark: well I'm sorry i bothered you and whoever you're talking to kev, I'm gonna hit the sack Fatherload: If you were here right now, I'd be bending you over the kitchen counter and pounding your sweet, young, dimpled little ass and showing you how a REAL father plays with his son ;P Boneshark: oh god.... Fatherload: Uh, heh... could you by any chance completely disregard what I just said...? Boneshark has logged off! Interruptus Completus I really wanted to get into that particular fraternity. It was said to be the coolest one on campus, and I didn't know if there was anything I wouldn't do to get in. And I finally got an invitation to one of their after-game parties, a game our university had unexpectedly won. This victory was the first time we'd beaten our traditional rival in three years, a rival who ranked well above us in the predictions. The unexpectedness of all of this had probably been why the party got wild enough that the police had shown up and shut it down. The frat house had quickly gotten on overload. The music was loud, and people were hanging from the ceiling and pressed up against each other so that even the dancers couldn't do much more than sway their hips without bruising someone else. I thought I'd hit the jackpot on my chances of getting a bid when a senior, Greg, who I knew to be the pledge chairman was thrown against me in a stuffed back hall. We were practically belly to belly, with me backed to the wall and he facing me, his arm stiff out above my shoulder to the wall, keeping those trying to muscle past us from crushing Greg into me. I was trying to impress him with my family's prominence and the good grade average and community service record I could bring to the fraternity, but all he seemed to be interested in talking about was sex on campus and how free everyone here was to experiment before they had to settle down in life. He'd given me a beer, which I really wasn't supposed to have, and we swigged as best we could between trying to make ourselves heard to each other over the loud music and the silly screaming around us. He seemed to be getting crushed closer and closer into me, and I was feeling a little intimidated by the bulk of him and his bulging muscles pressing up against me, but in a titillating way I couldn't quite get a grip on. Then we heard the sirens. I heard him say, "Oh, shit," and he grabbed the half-finished bottle of beer out of my hand and disappeared farther down the hall. But as he left me, I heard a distinct, "You. You and me later, Dude," thrown at me in his wake. This seemed great news. If I impressed the pledge chairman, I'd likely get into the fraternity; if I didn't my chances weren't good. I couldn't sleep very well that night, and when I did get to sleep, I had strange dreams about that close encounter with Greg, which had been interrupted just when I thought I'd been making an impression on him. When I woke, I discovered I'd had a wet dream incident. But there wasn't anything strange about that for a healthy college freshman, so I didn't really think anything of it. But I found I wasn't being able to study in the noisy dorm the next afternoon, and, without giving it much consideration, I had taken my books and papers to a picnic table at a little park across the street from the fraternity house I was trying to pledge. I think subconsciously I must have reasoned that maybe I'd be noticed by someone with clout in the fraternity and could do some politicking. I thought that the view into the park was obscured from across the street, but when I sat down; I saw that I had a straight line of vision to the front of the fraternity house. I had been studying pretty intensely for a couple of hours, though, when I realized that the sound of running water was intruding into my mind. I looked over toward the fraternity house, and, to my consternation and slight exhilaration, I saw Greg, the house's pledge chairman. He had his red Thunderbird convertible out in the circular drive in front of the fraternity house, and he was washing it with a bucket of soapy water and a garden house. I tried to return to my studies, but he was mesmerizing. His personal attraction, no matter his power position in the fraternity, could not be denied. He was stripped down to tight, low-cut latex biker's shorts and was barefoot. It was undeniable that he had a great body and fluid motions, just what a competing wrestler needed—and I knew he was a champion wrestler in his division. As he ran a sponge over the car hood and the canvas top, his muscles rippled. I watched as he stood up and pushed a blond curl back from his face. I think he must have seen me then. He smiled invitingly, but I pretended I didn't see him. I don't know why; if I was honest with myself, I'd have realized that I came here explicitly to renew our talk about my pledge possibilities. He moved around to the other side of the car and did some more sponge work. He seemed to be flexing his muscles and doing stretches to loosen up his back more than was required to be washing a car. I felt something stirring below my belt. It couldn't be. I wasn't thinking about Greg in that way, was I? I just wanted his heavily weighted vote. But it occurred to me then that maybe I'd been fooling myself. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I put my hand in my lap and stroked myself through the silky basketball shorts I was wearing. Greg came around to this side of his car. He leaned over the hood and shimmied his rear end as he rubbed the sponge over the car. His butt cheeks were well defined in the rider's shorts, and they were nicely rounded. He turned full toward me, lifted the hose over his head, arched his back, and just let the water stream over his blond hair and down across his solid, well-cut torso. I could see he was laughing. He threw the hose down, went out of sight briefly, presumably to cut off the water, and returned with a hand towel. He tossed his head back and forth to fling off the excess water and then slowly toweled himself down. He dropped the towel and languidly ran his hand over his pecs and his six pack and his belly and down to his basket. He stood stroking himself there, just as I was stroking myself where I sat, and then I saw him laugh and walk straight in my direction. I was glued to the spot by the shock that he was coming to me; I should have gotten up and hurriedly left in the other direction, but I just sat there, watching him come to me. Greg sauntered up to the table and around to my side and leaned his butt into the edge of the table right next to me. "Well, hello there, Stud. We didn't really get very far with our talk yesterday, did we? Glad you came by. If you hadn't, I'd have come looking for you." "Why would you be looking for me?" I asked dumbly. I wasn't any brighter than any other college freshman. But I was pleased. He had remembered me well enough from the previous day to go looking for me. My chances at joining the fraternity seemed to be improving immensely. "I felt we didn't really get to know each other yesterday before the cops broke up the party. And I would really like to get to know you better. I don't even remember your name. What's your name?" I told him in a faltering voice. It was true that he couldn't very well champion my membership if he hadn't even remembered my name. You would agree that it would be nice for us to know each other better?" "Yes, of course," I answered. Absolutely, I thought. That's exactly what I'm after here. "And I have a special reason to want to get to know you better," Greg said with a grin. "A special reason?" Greg was beginning to lose me here. "Yes, look. Here, look here." He had his hand on his basket. His cock was standing almost straight out, trying to get out of the confining tight latex. "Doesn't this explain why I'd want to get to know you better. You're one hot dude, and that cock of yours looks like it's a champion." Wow! My mind exploded, and my brain went numb and into overdrive all at the same time. Boy were we ever on a different frequency. But then Greg showed me that maybe we weren't. "And you want to get to know me better too, don't you . . .?," he said, all big smile and bulging basket. "What's your name again? Could it be Peter? See, Peter is wanting to know me better." And he reach down and tweaked the tented fabric in my lap. There was no doubt that he was having an effect on me. And, dumb me, I had been the last one to know about it. "I . . . I think I'd better go," I squeaked out and started to gather up my books and rise from the bench. But Greg was too fast for me. He quickly and fluidly swiveled behind me and swung his left leg around me; sitting right behind me, with me scooted up to the front edge of the bench and him barely on the back edge. I was trapped with him behind and on either side of me and the picnic table digging to my belly. He wrapped his arms around me and gave a sigh. I could feel his insistent cock trapped between his body and the small of my back. "Listen, Greg. I'm not really . . ." "You want to get it this fraternity, don't you? As I told you yesterday, this is a pretty freewheeling campus, and our fraternity is the best one here, the one with the best men. In every way, if you know what I mean. If you want to get along here, you're going to need to go along. Besides, you can't hide your interest in me. I can see it there in your shorts." "Look, Greg. Yes I want to get into your fraternity and would do almost anything to do so, but I've never. . . . I've had no experience in . . ." "Screw experience. Experience can be overrated. I like you just the way you are, fresh and ripe—and with a big cock." He wasn't wasting time; his right hand drifted down the front of my T-shirt, went between my belly and the waistband of my shorts, found my cock, and started teasing and stroking it. "Greg. I'm not going to . . ." "Sure you are," Greg said in a steely voice. "Sure you are, but I'd much rather it was because you wanted to." With his left hand he pushed my shorts down in the back so that they were half-way down my butt cheeks, and he released his cock from his latex biker's shorts and let it run itself up the top of my butt crack and onto the small of my back. Then, with his left hand, he reached around and gently pushed my face to the side. "Kiss me. We didn't get to kiss yesterday, and it's been driving me crazy wondering how you taste." "No, Greg, I don't want . . ." "Hey, haven't you had the basic logic course here yet? How do you know you don't want to until you've tried it? It's just logic." Then he laughed and gave me a million-dollar smile, which moved to my lips. He started with a sweet lips-only kiss but moved into a more open, deeply probing kiss. He was still stroking my cock, and I put my hand over his there, on the outer side of the material and moved with him. He was stroking his hardened cock up and down along my butt crack in back, dry fucking me there. He brought his hand out of my crotch and, with both hands, pulled my T-shirt up and off me and threw it to the side. His hands were flying all over my arm muscles, my pits, pecs, nipples, navel, belly, and back down to stroking my cock. With a sigh, I lifted my butt a bit more, and he pulled my pants down further, and continued dry fucking up my crack and onto the small of my back, this time with more cleavage to stroke in. I must admit I expected him to try to enter me from that position, both fearing and getting a little thrill from the anticipation. I was, however, marshaling my strength to try to fight him off, but before he could get around to that, he had cum up the small of my back in a jerk and jackoff that probably surprised him as much as me. "See what you do to me?" he whispered in my ear while he was nibbling it. "You are delicious. The best bod I've seen on this campus in some time. I've never gotten off with just a dry fuck before." Then he was up like a jack rabbit. "On the table. Get up there and lay down on the table." "That's enough Greg. You got your rocks off. I've got to study." "On the table—now, pledge! Listen to that. If you want into the fraternity, you're going to have to respond immediately to a demand like this from the pledge chairman." He swept my books off the top of the picnic table, grabbed me by the elbow and hurried me along. I lay down the length of the table, trying to be careful not to get my ass anywhere near an edge. When I was lying down, he stripped off my shorts and then his own. He had quite a formidable cock, if not either as long or thick as mine, I must say. All in all, he had a beautiful body, and, in spite of my misgivings, I now ached for him. He knelt on the bench beside my hips and gave me suck while letting his hands roam around the rest of my body. I moaned and squirmed under his attention. Without my really realizing it, my hand sought out his cock, and I stroked him. In answer, he rose off the bench and positioned himself in a 69 position, and, for the first time in my life, I found myself kissing, licking, and sucking another man's dick. He tasted salty and had a strong male smell, but I didn't find this unpleasant. I started to mimic doing to his cock what he was doing to mine. After a while, he moved so that I was presented with his asshole rather than his cock, and, instinctively, I moistened him up there and explored him with my lips and my tongue. He writhed above me, giving deep sighs and moans. When I had him moistened up real well, he rose and turned and straddled me from above. With one hand holding my cock in place, he lifted his hips and then slowly came down on me, impaling his own ass with my cock. In, in I went. It was somewhat like with a woman, but it seemed tighter. He buried his hands in my chest hair, finding and working my nipples, while he slowly pumped himself. I found I was joining his rhythm, and then he lifted his hips off me a good six inches. "You pump," he said, "you fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep." I took over the pelvis action, sending my engorged dick up into him as far as it would go and then withdrawing half way and plunging up again. He was moaning and groaning and we both went into a wild pumping action. I had one hand wrapped around his cock now and was pumping that in rhythm to the wild tune we were playing in his ass. We came almost simultaneously. Me, pulling out of him and shooting up his belly and he shooting off up mine. He collapsed on top of me, taking my arms above my head with my wrists in his strong grasp. He kissed me long and deep and arched up a bit to permit him to kiss and nibble his way down my neck and to my nipples. When I was truly relaxed and close to drifting off to sleep, he came off me and the picnic table top. With a laugh, he pulled his biking shorts back on. "That was what I wanted, Sport. Thanks. Don't, worry, with a dick like that, you shouldn't have any trouble getting a bid from the fraternity. Of course, you would enhance your chances if you helped finish washing my Thunderbird over there. And then, maybe later today, I'll show you what my other bird can do inside you. If you pledge our fraternity, your ass is mine. And both you and I know there'll be a next time. Ciao, Baby." And he turned and strutted back to his red Thunderbird and his fraternity house, leaving me there, stretched out on the top of the picnic table, alone, and wondering just how much of "almost anything" I'd really do to get into this fraternity. Interruptus2 I reached down and pulled Annette up to me. Her body slid between my thighs as she pushed and I pulled. Her small breasts settled into the pillow of my larger breasts. I kissed her lightly on the lips; more of a peck than a kiss. She pulled away and looked down at our breasts touching. "I still love your breasts. They feel so good against mine," she cooed. She moved her shoulders rubbing her breasts against mine. I moaned and pulled her to me again. We kissed. Her tongue started swabbing my lips. I opened my mouth a little. Her tongue started licking around the hole of my mouth. I touched her tongue with my own. She moaned. She lifted off of me again. She looked deeply into my eyes. I fell into her deep blue ones. "What are we doing?" she asked gently. "I don't know," I said, "But it sure feels good." She smiled and kissed me again. "My turn now, you said?" she asked. "Yeah, your turn," I answered. Annette smiled, "Let's see who comes in the door, then. Okay?" "Okay," I said. After our experience earlier in the evening, who knew what might happen? Annette sat up and grabbed the remote. Gary Roddmann was still frozen on the DVD screen, his huge, hard cock in his hand and one finger up his asshole. He was in this position because someone had rung his doorbell and he was close to coming, real close. Annette had introduced me to this new experience of the interactive DVD. This DVD was titled, 'A Day with Gary Roddmann'; a new purchase that Annette had order off the Internet. At certain points in the DVD, something would happen where we would get to decide what Gary would do next. Currently, on the screen, there was a menu that had popped up after the doorbell rang in the middle of Gary's masturbation scene that said: 1) Gary finishes 2) Gary answers the door. "Number two it is!" said Annette and punched the remote. Immediately, Gary stopped jacking his cock and looked at the door where a female silhouette beckoned there. "Gary? I know your home! I saw your mustang outside. Open the door!" said the voice. Gary looked back at his swollen cock and back at the door like a dog wanting more food in his bowl. He took his finger out of his lubed asshole and let go of his cock. He thought for a moment. "Gary! Wake up, you asshole!" yelled the voice. Gary stood up. His long cock bobbed right at the camera. I sat up and grabbed my robe and tied it back on. Annette was sprawled out on the other end of the couch. She was lazily stroking her breasts as she watched. She saw me look at her and said, "This guy has the most amazing cock!" I looked back at the screen, "Yeah, awesome..." Gary ran into the bathroom and came out with a towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist and tucked it in. But his cock still pushed the towel out prominently. He looked at his cock. He reached under the towel and painfully straightened his cock straight up and tucked it under the edge of the towel at his waist. Now the plum-sized head stuck out at his waist and the pole was still plainly visible. "Gary!" yelled the voice. "Just a sec!" said Gary finally. He went back into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Then, Gary tiptoed into the kitchen where the door was and quietly unlocked the dead bolt. He tiptoed back into his bedroom and said, "Door's open!" and quickly ran into the bathroom. Gary closed the bathroom door hanging his towel on the knob as he did. The kitchen door opened and in walked a gorgeous, young woman. She was wearing a white belly shirt, her navel pierced, a short skirt and high heels. She looked Italian like Gary with long curly black hair and almond-shaped eyes. She walked into the kitchen, closed the door and threw her sunglasses and purse on the kitchen table. "Gary? Where are you? What are you up to?" said the woman. She walked into his bedroom. Gary's bedroom was a clutter of old clothes in a pile next to the closet. Papers and bills all over a desk/workstation and his king-sized bed, un-made, naturally, over in the corner. "Pig!" said the woman. The shower was running and mist came out the door. She walked over the to the partially open door. "Gary?" she said. "Yeah! Hey, Beth!" came Gary's reply, "I just got in the shower. I'll be out in a sec!" Beth started to say something, but then turned around and looked at the room again. "What a mess. I can't believe you're really my brother, Jesus!" she said. Beth walked over to the bed and started pulling pillows off of it and straightening the sheets. She fluffed up and put the pillows back on the head of the bed, then reached down to pull up the bedspread. But out from under the bedspread tumbled a porn mag! The mag that Gary had started jacking-off to in the beginning. Beth picked up the mag and looked at the bathroom door. "Ohhhh, so this is why you didn't answer the door," she said and started flipping through the pages. Beth sat down on the edge of the bed. She flipped to a pictorial at the back of the mag that featured a blond, tanned man with a big cock next to a pool with two women. "Fuckin-A," said Beth and uncrossed her legs. She flipped to the next page where the two women were trading licks on the big cock. Beth leaned back on one elbow looking at the mag. She reached down with her other hand and raised her skirt revealing robins-egg blue lace panties. She ran her long manicured fingertips along the front of her pussy. She moaned, "Mmmmm, what I couldn't do with a cock like that!" She looked up at the bathroom and then back at the magazine. She let her knees fall wide apart and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. She turned the page. The blonde man's cock was being jacked and sucked by one woman while the other sat on his face. His tongue was deep in the other woman's pussy. Beth started to run her finger up and down her slippery lips. The only other woman I had ever seen masturbate was Annette. This woman was very different from Annette. She was dark, Mediterranean, and had really huge, porn-star breasts. I pulled open my robe and started slowly running my hands over my breasts, down my stomach and back to my dripping pussy. I opened my lips with both hands and slowly stoked my clit. "Mmmmmmmm, yeah," I thought to myself. Annette was already stroking her pussy. I could see it glisten as she ran her finger up-and-down the pink lips. "She's hot," I said. "Uhm-huh," was all I heard back from Annette. The scene on the screen changed to the shower. Gary was in the shower looking at his still-stiff cock. "What am I gonna do? I can't let her see me like this," cried Gary. Gary reached down and pushed his cock down. He held it there for a moment and then released. Boing! It sprang back up and slapped him on the stomach! The steam from the shower had covered the mirrors and glass walls around the shower stall. Gary thought for a moment, looked at the faucets on the wall in front of him and snapped his fingers. He reached for the hot water faucet and turned it off! Gary got blasted with ice-cold water! "Ahhhhh!" he yelled. In the bedroom, Beth was rubbing her pussy vigorously, but sat up instantly straightening her skirt. She looked at the shower. "Gary? You okay?" she yelled. "Yeah!" came the reply, "I, uh, I dropped the soap...that's all!" Back in the shower, Gary had wrapped himself in his arms, obviously in pain from the cold shower. But the cold shower was having its traditional effect. His cock was losing its hardness and beginning to droop. Gary smiled in spite of the cold water. Beth, on the other hand, was not finished. She leaned back on the bed and immediately went back to work on her pussy realizing that her time was running out with Gary's shower. She threw the book open. One girl was now riding the blonde's stiff cock and the other was sucking on the first one's tits. Beth plunged two-fingers in her twat. "Yeah, ridem' cowgirl!" she cried. Beth put the magazine down on the bed and used her free hand to pull her top up. Her breasts were exquisite. Perfectly, rounded cantaloupe-sized boobs with stiff little brown nipples poking up in the center of them. Beth reached down, cupped her breast towards her mouth and started sucking on her nipple. Her fingers plunging in-and-out of her wet pussy. "Ohhh, yeahhh!" Annette said. I looked over at her. Her lust-filled gaze was directed right at Beth sucking her own nipples. She glanced over at me running my hands over my breasts. "I'll bet you can do that? Can't you?" Annette asked. I smiled at her. "Maybe we can find out later," I said as I teasingly squeezed my breasts. I ran a hand down to my wet pussy and eased my finger inside. "Mmmmmm....yeah," I said. Gary stepped out of the shower even though it was still running. His cock hung limply between his legs. Gary grabbed the towel off the door and wrapped it around his shoulders this time for warmth. The door swung open from the towel being pulled off the handle. Gary was cold, his teeth were chattering. A chill ran through him as a draft came through the door. He reached over to push the door closed and he saw Beth on the bed. Beth was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples looking at his porn mag. Not only that she had two fingers buried deep in her pussy fucking herself. "Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Yeah! Fuck me, stud! Yeah!" she said. Gary couldn't believe it. He wiped his eyes with his hands. His sister was finger-fucking herself in his bed looking at his porn mag! "Holy shit," Gary whispered. He reached down to touch his cock. It was stiff as a board again! Gary rolled his eyes and started jacking his cock watching his sister get herself off. Beth's pussy lips were wide-open and glistening between her spread legs. Gary watched her fingers pistoning in-and-out of her pussy. The sofa was rocking gently. I looked over at Annette. She was on her side facing away from me reaching for her robe. She pulled a 10-inch dildo out of the pocket! She rolled back over and looked at Gary on the screen. She brought the dildo to her mouth and stuck in in; sucking and lubing the cock getting it ready for her pussy. Annette looked so fucking sexy sucking on that monster. "Where did you get that?" I asked her. Annette rolled her head towards me, both hands on the dildo in her mouth; sucking on the head, pistoning it in-and-out of her mouth. She pulled it out with a "Pop!" "Dan bought it for me. He got it in West Hollywood at a shop called Drakes," she said. She held it out for me to look at. It was a perfect replica of a real, big cock; veins, swollen head. "Fuck," I thought. "I wish I had one, I could use it right now," I said. "You'll have to wait your turn, girlfriend," she said. She lifted one foot up onto the sofa and started sliding the dildo's head along her lips. Then, she lifted her hips for a second and slipped the head inside her pussy. "Mmmmmmm....that's the best. Mmmmmm....." she moaned. I watched her for a moment. I put a second finger into my own pussy and pushed it in. "God, Annette, you're a sex-goddess," I thought as I ran my finger around my clit. Gary grunted. As he pumped his cock, he started imagining his cock sliding between his sister's pussy lips. He moaned deeply, almost a growl, "Yeah Beth. Go baby! Fuck my cock! Fuck me, Beth!" Almost as if Beth heard Gary, her hips rose off the bed, "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Yeah! Fuck me! Oh, yeah!" She plunged her fingers in her dripping hole. Her other hand stroked her clit. Her hips bucked in the air imagining the blonde boy's big cock fucking her tight twat. Gary took all this in, not imagining his luck. Gary closed his eyes and started jacking his cock furiously seeing his sister spread-eagle before him asking, begging to be fucked by him. In his mind's eye, she yelled,"Fuck me Gary! Give me your big pole. Stick it in my tight little pussy. I want you, big brother! Fuck me!" He rubbed his balls with his other hand, pretending they were bouncing against his sister's ass. "Oh yeah! Fuck me, Beth. Slide your cuntlips along my cock. Ooo, baby! Fuck it Fuck my cock good, baby!" Gary was close, real close. He felt his balls tightening and slide up into his body. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" asked the curious voice of his sister Beth. Gary stopped jacking his cock. The head of his cock was swollen purple. He opened his eyes. His sister Beth stood leaning against the door fully dressed looking at him, smiling. Gary's eyes opened wide and the image froze. A menu came up: 1) Gary comes 2) Beth gets angry 3) Beth doesn't get angry. I was mimicking Beth's motions throughout the scene. I stroked my two fingers fucking my pussy. I rubbed my hard nubbin of a clit in tight little circles. Gary's cock was magnificent. Long, curved slightly upwards and so big! I wanted something in my pussy. I wanted to be filled up. I slipped a third finger into my pussy as I brought myself to the brink. I looked over at Annette. She had both feet up on the edge of the sofa. Her legs spread wide. Her pink lips were held open by one hand as she plunged a 10-inch dildo in her pussy with the other. She was whispering, "Yeah, fuck me, cock-boy! Stick that hard pole in my cunt! Oh, mmmmm... Fuck me hard. Yeah!" Her nipples stuck out like two little thimbles. Her neck was flushed. Her eyes were closed tight as she worked towards her cum. "It's her turn," I thought to myself. I stopped masturbating, slid down the sofa and curled up next to Annette. Her eyes were still screwed tight, her mind lost in getting off. She was fucking herself so firmly with the dildo that even her tiny breasts were shaking a little. I knew how she felt, she wanted to get fucked by that big cock, wanted to be filled up, wanted to come all over something hard. I leaned over her and closed my mouth over the nearest nipple and started running my tongue around it. "Oh!" cried Annette. Her eyes flew open and looked at me. "Oh yeah! Oh, that feels great! Oh!" She was so surprised that she had stopped stroking the dildo in-and-out. I kissed her mouth sensually running my tongue inside it when she opened her mouth for me. We did a little sensual tongue dance. I slowly reached down and touched the dildo lodge in her pussy. I looked in those deep blue eyes, "Let me," I said, "Pretend I'm Gary, Annette. Let me fuck you." She looked back at me and released her grip on the dildo. I grasped it firmly and pulled it out gently. Her hands went to her breasts and cupped them. I pushed the dildo firmly back in. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. "Uhhhhh!" she moaned. I fucked the dildo in-and-out again. "Oh yeah!" she cried, "Fuck me, Gary! Give it to me, baby!" I started fucking her in earnest then. In-and-out I stroked the dildo in. I kissed her breasts, flicking her tall nipples with my tongue. I rammed her pussy with the dildo. In a few strokes, my hand hit bottom a couple of times. She took all 10 inches in her tight little body. I looked down and watched her lower tummy bulge every time the ten-inch cock plunged home. "Ahhh, fuck yeah!" she wailed, "Fuck my pussy. Fuck me! Yeah!" I straddled her leg nearest me and half-laid on her, my pussy making wet contact her raised thigh. Mmmmmm, that felt wonderful as her muscular thigh rubbed my clit. I fucked her hard with the dildo, my arm starting to fatigue and cramp. My hips fucked up-and-down opposite to her bucking hips. My clit stoked along her thigh. My face felt hot. The room spun for a moment; filled with the scent of our wet pussys at work. Her face was thrown backwards almost to the pillows of the sofa behind her. Her back was arched. She twisted her nipples between her fingers, milking their length. "No, no," I thought, "It's Annette's turn. I can wait. Slowly, I slid off of her and got on the floor between her legs. I switched hands with the dildo pumping it in-and-out at a furious pace. "Fuck me, baby! Please fuck me hard! Oh, yeah!" she yelled. I looked at her swollen pussy. Her lips sucked in-and-out as I drove the dildo home. But just above the fake cock, her clit stuck out and curved up slightly just like Gary's cock only in miniature. I was fascinated by the little pink organ, so wet and throbbing. I'd never seen one other than my own, and Annette's stood up proud and tall, just like her long, hard nipples. I stood on my knees watching my friend Annette lost in the throws of her imminent orgasm. She glowed. She looked so beautiful! I crouched lower smelling her sweet smell. Her sweet, musky scent filled my nose and my senses. I had to do it. I slowed the movement of the dildo in-and-out of her pussy. I opened my mouth, surrounded her clit and sucked. "Oh! Oh! My God!" said Annette as her eyes flew open looking at me, "Don't do that! Stop! Oh fuck! We're just supposed to masturbate! What are you doing? Oh my god! Fuck!" I looked up at the surprise on her face and continued to slowly pump the dildo in her musky pussy. Her hips didn't stop bucking on the dildo for a second. I swirled my tongue over her slit and suck it with my lips just like a miniature prick. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh god! Yes! Oh Fuck! Suck my, clit, baby! Yeah, fuck me! Yeah!" she yelled. Her body broke into spasms. Her pubic bone bumped against my face. I tried to hand on for the ride, but it was too much of a rodeo ride for me. Her hips lifted off the sofa as she came and came and came! She bucked so much that she slid off the couch and into my lap knocking me over. She fell on top of me, straddling my hips. Her breath came in gasps. I could feel her heart banging against her ribs. I put my arms around her and stroked her hair for a few minutes while she settled down. I looked at the ceiling, looking at the top of her head and closed my eyes. Some time later, I felt her move and roll her head to one side. Her arms settled around me on the floor. "That was incredible," she sighed, "I've never come like that before." "Never?" I said. "No, never," she said. "Did you like it?" I asked. "Are you kidding?" she laughed, "Of course I did." She raised her head. I looked at her face. Her eyes were half-closed, almost like sleep. "But how did...? How could you...?" she started. "How could I suck your clit?" I finished for her. A little embarrassed, she nodded. I thought for a moment looking at the ceiling. "I don't know, Annette. Sorry, I guess I'm a lesbian. I've never done it before now, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I liked it," I confessed. "A lesbian?" she said loudly and laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked. "You? A lesbian, that's what's funny! I know you better than that," she chuckled, "Go ahead, tell me you don't want a hard cock ever again." I had to smile now. She was right. "Ah, that's what I thought!" she said wagging her finger in my face. "Then, what am I?" I asked honestly. "If you like both men and women for sex, you're bisexual, honey. You're bi!" she said. "Then, I guess I'm bi, Annette. At least with you, I'm bi," I said. Annette smiled and asked me quietly, "How did I taste?" I laughed. I put my hands on her head and lifted. She raised her face and looked at me. "Want to find out?" I said, and I kissed her deeply, running my tongue over her lips and into her mouth. "You taste great, Annette. Very sweet, I loved it," I said. Annette hugged me, kissed me gently, looked into my eyes and said, "Well, if you're a lesbian. I guess I better become one, too." I chuckled and laughed along with her, but I couldn't wait for what would come next. Interruptus3 I was dreaming. Soft ocean breezes blew across my face. The sun played off the waves before me. The sand felt cool beneath my feet. I looked down at my body. I was naked. I looked all around me. The beach was empty. Palm trees rustled in the breeze overhead. I felt at-ease and content. I tested the water...warm. I waded in. The water lapped the tops of my feet, the back of my knees...my pussy touched the surface. Mmmmmm...good. I continued deeper...my waist, my belly, my breasts. The warmth of Mother Ocean enveloped me. Spray lapped at my face. My breasts swam in the waves. I touched them, my nipples hardened... A kiss, deep and warm, sensual...filled my mouth. I closed my eyes giving myself to the kiss, so tender, so soft, so erotic... A kiss? The beach is empty! I woke and opened my eyes. Annette was kissing me; her eyes closed. Her hands were in my hair. I looked around. The TV. The sofa. We were still in the living room. The kiss ended and Annette opened her sky blue eyes. She smiled. "Good morning," she said. "Hi," I replied, "That was nice." She kissed me again. I found my arms and wrapped them around her, stroking her strong back and pulling her breasts to mine. We were under a comforter with pillows under our heads. She caressed the side of my face, looking at me. "What happened?" I said, "What day is this?" Annette giggled. "Saturday, silly," she laughed, "We fell asleep. I woke up later and you were out. I got the bedding and we slept right here." "Oh," I answered. Morning sunlight touched the windows. "How do you feel?" she asked running her fingers through my hair. I looked at her face, her beautiful model face smiling down at me. I stretched languidly. "Wonderful," I replied. She smiled and pushed the comforter off my breasts. We were both still naked. "How about you?" I asked, "You're okay with last night?" I took in her athletic body as she crouched lower looking at mine. "Oh yeahhhh," she cooed. Her muscles flexed, looking so sexy. "I liked it," I said quietly, "I liked loving you." She looked at my boobs and lowered her face to them, kissing them. "Good," she said, "Because it's your turn, you know." I smiled at the thought and closed my eyes. She licked my right breast and traced the tip of her tongue slowly over to my left. I breathed in deeply making my chest rise. Annette's blonde hair caressed my skin as she moved her head from one breast to the other. "So sensual, what this woman could do, so soft..." I thought. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Her pointed tongue licked my left nipple in soft, little circles around and around... Her hands cupped my breasts from below and squeezed gently, milking them. "I love your tits," she whispered. I breathed deeply again as she licked them. "I love your tongue," I replied and placed my hands on her shoulders caressing her gently. Annette rode her tongue over to my right breast and licked my nipple. My nipples were hard. I could feel my breasts expanding, getting full. She sucked my nipple into her mouth and bit it gently with her teeth. I moaned. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Through the blonde hair across her face, she looked at me like a jungle cat. She put her hands on mine and guided them to my breasts, cupping their fullness. She sucked my left nipple into her mouth, sucking it hard. "Oh!" I said breathless. I arched my back into her face and closed my eyes. Her mouth was hot. Her hands moved down my sides to my waist. "Pinch your nipples for me," she whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She shook her head getting her hair out of her face. I smiled at her, placing my nipples between my thumb and index fingers. I started rolling them slowly. Little electric jolts traveled down my body to my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together; inhaling and exhaling slowly. Annette chuckled a low husky laugh. I looked at her. She was sitting up watching me caress my boobs. Her hard little nipples stood straight out like two darts thrown into the center of her small little breasts. I knew she was wet again; I could smell her scent. I reached for her breasts, but she caught my hands and put them back on mine. "No...your turn," she said and smiled, "Besides, I have something I must do." I raised my eyebrows and cocked my head to one side questioning her. She bent down and licked the sensitive undersides of my breasts as I continued to pinch my nipples. God, that felt good. She swathed them wetly with her mouth; running her open lips over the bottoms, then...lower, lower I felt her tongue travelling down my stomach to my belly button. "Annette?" I said. She stopped. "Yes?" she said. "You don't have to do this, you know..." I said. She stuck her tongue inside my belly button and chuckled her husky laugh. "Sure I do," she answered, "How else will I get good at it?" I moaned again and squeezed my thighs together; arching my pelvis upwards as I did. Her hands left my waist traveling over my hips to my butt. They squeezed and caressed. I rocked my hips up again. Lifting away from me, she pushed her hand against my right inner thigh. I bent it up and away from her, parting my legs wide. She settled between my thighs. I felt her tongue on my belly again, but this time making long, wide arches across it, getting it wet. She blew soft air on my belly; making it quiver. Suddenly, her fingers brushed my pussy lips. "Oh God," I gasped. My hips shot up in the air trying to stay in touch. The low chuckle rang in my ears again. "You smell so delicious," said Annette. I looked down at her. She licked her fingers slowly and sank them deeply in her mouth. She looked at me, pulled her fingers out and smiled, "Taste good, too." She bent down and blew air through the little tuft of hair at the top of my pussy. I felt the cool air flow over my lips and I shuddered. My breathing was coming faster. My breasts were hot. I closed my eyes waiting for Annette's mouth... Knock! Knock! Knock! My eyes flew open. Annette jumped up. Hands still on my breasts; I craned my neck and looked at the door next to the kitchen. A shadow was on the curtain. "Annette? You there?" said a male voice. "Shit!" I thought. I jumped up. My head spun, I almost fell down. Annette grabbed me. We were both standing there naked. "It's Dan," she whispered. "Dan? Who's Dan? I thought. "Your Dan?" I said too loudly. She put her hand over my mouth and nodded. "Shit! Where were my PJs?" I whispered. I found my robe and my top, but where were the bottoms? Shit! Annette grabbed her robe and tied it on. She ran over to the door. I waved my arms "NO!" She didn't open it, but said, "Uh, just a minute, Dan! I'll be right with you!" I was panicked. Here I was sleeping with his girlfriend. He'll kill me! Annette came up and grabbed me. "Just help me throw everything into my bedroom. Okay? And get dressed!" she said. I found my bottoms under a pillow and slipped them on. Annette threw the bedding through the door and closed it. I put my top on and started buttoning it. Annette flew around the room straightening. "Annette?" said Dan through the door. Something was wrong. I had my top on inside out! Annette went to the door. "Wait!" I said too loudly. Annette stopped and put her finger to her lips. I whipped my top over my head and turned it inside out, threw it back on, buttoned the two top buttons, grabbed my robe and ran to the bathroom. I closed the door and looked in the mirror. "Christ!" I thought, "What a bed head." My hair was all cock-eyed and leaning completely to my right. I heard the door open outside. "Morn-ing," sang Annette's singsong greeting through the door. I listened. "I saw your car in the parking lot. Are you still going to Mexico today?" said Dan. "Yeah, I think so," said Annette. "Why don't you come on in?" she yawned. "Come in? Come in?!" I thought. I heard Dan shuffle into the apartment. "Great," I thought, "Now I'm dead for sure." I was certain that Dan would be able to smell sex all over the place by now. "Mmmmm, what's that smell?" said Annette. What?! What was she saying? "Oh, I went by the bakery this morning and picked up a few things," said Dan. "Let's put them in the kitchen, I'm starved," answered Annette. I heard them walk away. My hair was still a mess. I looked through the drawers, but no brush. I straightened my hair as best I could with my fingers then realized I really had to pee. I dropped my silk bottoms and sat on the toilet. Ahhh, that was a relief. Why is it that you don't have to pee until you stand up? Another mystery of gravity, I suppose. I could still hear low murmuring from Annette and Dan in the kitchen, but I couldn't make out what they were saying anymore. I quietly took a sheet from the toilet roll and wiped, stood up and pulled my bottoms with me and without thinking I flushed the toilet. It was really loud. I snapped around and stared at the whirlpool behind me. "Who's here?" I heard Dan say, "I though you were alone." "No, Debbie stayed over last night," said Annette, "We're going shopping together today." I was fingered. I put on my robe, washed my face and practiced a smile in the mirror. "Who are you kidding?" I thought. I pushed the door open and walked into the apartment. Dan had been Annette's boyfriend off-and-on for the past two years at school. He was tall, blonde and athletic; a little skinny for my taste, but he had great legs and a great butt. All the girls at school talked about his ass; especially when he walked by on the way to and from Tennis practice in his little white shorts. Yum! "Hi Dan," I said cheerily, "You surprised us." Dan was sitting at the kitchen table, pulling fresh rolls and croissants out of a paper bag. Annette was fixing a pot of coffee by the sink. Annette turned around, winked at me and smiled her devil smile at me. Dan saw that and looked at me. "Wow! Breakfast," I stammered, "These look great! Can I help?" Annette pointed at a cabinet. "Dishes and cups in there; silverware below," she said. I walked over and started getting out three of everything. "Back in a sec," said Dan and he headed for the bathroom. The door closed. I ran over to Annette and whispered in her ear, "What did you tell him?" She looked at me incredulously. "I told him we just got up," she said, "That's all. Why? What did you want me to tell him?" She smiled and kissed me, pulling my head into hers. My hands were full of dishes and cups, I couldn't back away. My eyes flew to the shut bathroom door. I could hear Dan peeing. Her tongue glided gently over my lips. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. Annette licked around my lips and touched my tongue with hers. I could feel my nipples push against the flannel of my top. She pulled away. I opened my eyes. "You and I still have unfinished business you know," she said smiling. The toilet flushed. I heard the sink faucet come on. I walked backward over to the table and started setting the dishes out. I was nervous. I didn't know how Dan would react if he knew I'd made love to his girlfriend last night. The bathroom door opened. "So, when do you need to get outta here?" Dan said from the living room, "You know, so that you can get to the border on time and...." He stopped. Annette said, "Well, I was thinking we better be out of here no later than 10. We could be back by 5 or 6 depending on traffic." "Yeah, that sounds good," said Dan. He was still in the other room. I finished laying out the silverware and napkins. "What's on the DVD, Annette?" said Dan, "Did you guys watch a movie?" The DVD! Shit! We forgot to unload the fucking DVD! I looked wide-eyed at Annette. She had a surprised smile on her face. I looked around the corner at the TV. The little screensaver box signifying that the DVD was on was floated across the screen. Dan punched the DVD remote in his hand. The picture of Gary Roddman with a surprised look on his face covered the screen. The menu was up over the image: 1) Gary comes 2) Beth gets angry 3) Beth doesn't get angry. "Oh yeah!" said Dan, "This is the DVD you and I watched last Tuesday, Annette! Very hot!" Dan looked up. My face must have given me away. "So, what is this doing on the..." started Dan looking at me. I ducked back into the kitchen and sat at the table. Annette walked over the kitchen table with the pot of coffee and started filling cups. Dan walked in with one hand over his mouth like he was thinking about something. He sat down at the kitchen table. "Did you guys watch that last night?" he asked Annette. I looked at Annette. "Yeah, we watched it," answered Annette. Dan looked at me then at Annette again. I busied myself with my coffee: milk, a sugar, stir, stir, stir... "Well?" said Dan sitting back in his chair. Annette sat down. I looked up at Dan. His eyes caught mine. "Well what?" I asked opening one hand to the ceiling and smiling. Annette stirred her coffee and chuckled. Dan smiled at her. She looked at him, stuck her finger up in the air and held it to Dan's mouth. He opened his mouth and took her finger inside; licking and sucking it. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her finger out of his mouth. He smiled. "Mmmmm, tasty...that's what I thought," he grinned, then he glanced at me. "You, too, Debbie?" he said. I didn't know what to do. I watched as Dan took my hand and licked my fingers. Then, he gave me a puzzled look. I smiled at him and said, "Washed my hands." Dan laughed at my discomfort. Annette laughed, too. I could feel my face turn red. "Hey! Don't worry about it. We all do it," said Dan, "Just last Tuesday Annette and I watched that same movie and got off." Dan smiled at me. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way; green eyes, blonde hair parted down the middle. He put his arms around Annette and pulled her onto his lap; kissing her neck. "I love watching Annette getting herself all hot-and-bothered. She has the sexiest body in the world," he said. Annette just smiled and looked at me. "Did you guys see the rest of the movie? I mean, past this? That guy's sister, Beth, is awesome!" raved Dan. "No," said Annette, "That was as far as we got." Dan laughed, "Lightweights, huh? God, that must have been so hot...what I wouldn't give to watch the two of you masturbating at the same time." I took Dan's hand. He looked at me. "Dan," I started, "You...you won't tell anyone, will you?" Dan looked at me holding his hand and saw the worry in my face. He started to smile, then stopped. "Of course not, Debbie. Not unless you say it's okay. It's your secret," said Dan sincerely. "It's our secret," said Annette and kissed Dan deeply. They finished and looked at me. I was in mid-sip of my coffee. Annette got off of Dan's lap, which was bulging noticeably and walked over to me. She whispered, "Do you want to watch some more with Dan here? Might be fun." My eyes grew wide. I looked at her. I looked at Dan. Dan breathed deeply, reached down his thigh and put the flat of his palm on the bulge on the front of his shorts. My eyebrows shot straight up. He stroked it once, then squeezed it roughly. My mouth was suddenly dry. "Uh...uh...I..." I stuttered. Annette hugged me to her and said, "Want to watch some more of it with us, Dan?" The three of us couldn't get in the living room fast enough. I curled up on my end of the sofa and Annette on hers. Dan sat down next to Annette. Annette picked up the DVD remote. "What shall it be then? Gary comes, Beth gets mad, or Beth doesn't get mad?" said Annette, looking at me. "I chose last time," I said. "Dan, it's your turn, then. What's it gonna be?" said Annette. "Beth doesn't get mad," he answered. Annette raised the remote and clicked, "Okay, number three, it is!" On the screen, Gary's face was a mass of surprise. His cock was at its full hardness, curving up beautifully with the head swollen red. Gary's sister, Beth, had her two arms crossed in front of her leaning in the doorway of the bathroom where Gary had been jacking off. "Well?" said Beth still looking at her brother's hard cock, "What do you have to say for yourself?" Gary's eyes darted around the bathroom looking for an excuse. "Well I...well I...well I..." he stammered, "I...uh...uh...." Beth laughed at her brother's distress. "Yes?" she said teasingly, "You wanted to jack-off and not have me notice? Is that it?" Gary stared at her. He quickly nodded. "Maybe you should close the door next time?" said Beth. Gary looked down and his cheeks turned red. He took his hand off of his cock. It bobbed a little out in front of him. "Well, it's out in the open now," said Beth, "I didn't know you had gotten this big, big brother." Gary looked back up at Beth. Beth was staring at his hard-on, and making little circles around her nipples with both hands. They had popped prominently through the thin material of her top. "Why is the shower still on, Gary?" she said. Gary looked at the shower running full-force in the stall. He leaned in and turned it off. "Uh, I..." started Gary, "I...uhm...." "And why is the bathroom door open, Gary?" asked Beth. Gary's eyes darted at the door, then back to what Beth was doing to her breasts. "Well, I grabbed the towel on the doorknob and it..." said Gary. Beth interrupted, "Were you watching me, Gary?" Gary looked at Beth's face. Her eyes still fastened to his cock. "Did your little sister get you hard?" teased Beth. Beth cupped her boobs in her top and started to squeeze them. She moaned. Gary's cock started to throb; bouncing lightly with each heartbeat. "Touch it for me, Gary," hissed Beth, "I want to see you touch it." "Beth, I don't know if I can do this," said Gary. "Sure you can," she said, "You did it when I wasn't looking, didn't you. Now, just do it while I am." "I really don't think we should be..." started Gary. "Wait," said Beth, "Come here." She grabbed Gary's hand and led him into his bedroom. Gary's cock bobbed up-and-down all the way across the room. Beth sat down on the bed, reached over and retrieved Gary's porn mag. She got up and opened the magazine. The magazine was open to the Blonde boy and the two girls by the pool. The blonde was jacking his cock in front of the two girls. Beth showed it to him. Gary looked at the picture. "Do you need this, Gary?" asked his sister, "Does this help you?" She turned the page. The blonde was getting his big cock licked by the two girls kneeling in front of him; their huge ripe breasts basking in the sun as they did. "Or maybe this, Gary?" asked Beth. Gary slowly brushed the palm of his hand on the underside of his penis. It jumped and Gary shut his eyes. "Oh," he moaned. Gary heard the magazine hit the bed. He opened his eyes and looked at Beth. She licked her lips while staring at his hand touching his cock. Her hands were back on her nipples. She looked at Gary watching her. Gary looked at her big, round breasts and the way her fingers pinched the nipples. "How about this, Gary?" she moaned, "Does this help? Do you like watching your baby sister play with herself?" She pinched her nipples hard, milking the undersides of her breasts. Gary grabbed his cock just below the head and moved his hand down slowly. "Oh yeah," said Beth watching her brother. Gary's hand reached the bottom of his shaft and he exhaled thrusting his hips at his hand. He still stared at her breasts in her top. "How about this, Gary?" said Beth. She took her hands off of her nipples, put her fingers under the hem of her belly shirt and lifted it up. Her two globes bounced free, the nipples hard and her aureoles crinkled. "Oh God," Gary whispered. He increased the pace of his hand; slowly jacking his cock up-and-down, intently watching his sister. My pussy was on fire. I knew I was wet. I had my hands in the pockets of my robe, but they were restlessly rubbing my stomach and hips. I didn't know if I could touch myself with Dan sitting next to me. I looked at Annette and Dan. Annette had her robe off. She was naked sitting with her legs crossed; Indian-style. Her pretty, downy lips glistened in the soft light of the room. She stared intently at the movie. She was milking her long nipples again; pinching them at the base and rolling them up to the tips. They looked hard and very red like two three-quarters of an inch pencil erasers. She placed her fingers in her mouth, got them wet and immediately went back to stroking her nipples; just like two little cocks. Interruptus3 Dan was lying almost horizontal on the sofa. His legs were so long that with his feet on the carpet his knees were higher than his hips. He had his zipper down and one hand inside of his shorts rubbing up and down what looked to be smuggled salami. It curved up from between his legs and pointed all the way to his right hip. "Whoa!" I said before I could stop myself. Dan glanced over at me staring at his lap and continued to rub his cock. He looked me up-and-down, stopping at my breasts in my robe for a moment. "Why don't you get...uhm, more comfortable?" asked Dan starting at my boobs. "He wants to see your tits, Debbie," said Annette also now looking at me while stoking her nipples, " I told him how pretty they are." My face flushed. "What the hell..." I thought. I sat up, untied the sash on my robe and let it fall off my shoulders. I reached for the buttons on my top and hesitated. Dan started stoking his cock faster in his shorts. I stared at what he was doing for a second. "Want to see it?" said Annette, "It's a real whopper." "What? What did she say?" my sex fogged mind whirled. She wants to show me her boyfriend's hard cock? "Okay...uh, sure," I whispered. Annette got up off of the sofa and got in front of Dan. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his legs to the floor. Dan had on some brightly colored boxer shorts that instantly tented in the front pointing up at a forty-five degree angle. Annette grabbed the waistband of the shorts and smiled at me. "Well?" she said and dropped her eyes to my tits. "Oh," I said and quickly unbuttoned my top and slid it off my arms. I put the palms of my hands over my breasts. My nipples burned into my hands. "Yeah!" said Dan, "Those are perfect, Annette." "Aren't they?" she answered and with that, she pulled Dan's boxers off to the floor. Now it was my turn to marvel. Out of Dan's little crow's nest of blonde hair nestled between his legs grew this magnificent cock. It was long, at least eight inches, with a huge head on top of it. Dan grabbed his shaft and pushed it down a bit, moaning as he did. "Mmmmmm, I've need to get that out in the air for some time," he said and slowly stoked it up and down. My fingers involuntarily pinched my hard nipples as I lay back on the sofa looking at Dan. "Told ya," said Annette as she sat back down beside Dan. She instantly settled back into the sofa, licked her fingers and started stroking her nipples again. "Man, look at that cock," said Annette, "That could really fill you up. Huh, Debbie?" Annette was looking at the screen at Gary. Of course, her statement could have easily applied to her boyfriend Dan jacking his cock and looking lustfully at my tits. I looked back at the screen on the TV. "My, my, what a cock you have, big brother," said Beth. She sat on the bed and reclined on her elbows. She watched Gary jacking his cock looking at her. She raised her hands and went back to work on her boobs; pinching and rolling the nipples. She looked down at her breasts. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned, "I'm so fucking hot." Beth bit her lip and closed her eyes for a second as she milked her boobs and pinch/rolled her nipples, pulling them up off of her chest. Gary's mind was at a loss. He'd watched his sister grow up. He could remember numerous times seeing her in bra and panties around his Mother's house, but he never imagined this; never took his lustful thoughts of her this far. Beth placed one foot up on the edge of the bed. Her thigh pushed her short skirt up to her waist. Her robin's egg blue panties came into view. They were still pushed over to one side from her masturbation before. Her pussy was completely exposed to Gary. "Oh my God, Beth," Gary cried. He started jacking the head of his cock in earnest. "Your pussy is so...so..." started Gary. Beth's eyes were open watching her big brother stroking his cock. "So what?" she purred, "So pretty? So wet? So hot?" Gary nodded at Beth with each phrase. He stared at her wet pussy as if in a trance. Beth slowly lowered a hand to her bare pussy and ran a finger through her lips. She was wet. She was so turned on that her inner lips opened the moment she touched herself. Beth moaned. Using her other hand, she slipped her clit from its hood and started stroking it. She looked at Gary. "Is this what you want, Gary? Do you like watching your little sister? Do you want to watch me fuck my pussy, Gary? Is it okay if I put a finger in my pussy? Is that what you need?" Gary grunted. He couldn't believe his luck. His sexy younger sister putting on a sex show for him; asking him if she could finger-fuck herself for him. His cock throbbed as he jacked-off. He looked down. The skin on the head alternately switched from being slightly wrinkled to stretched like satin. He knew he was getting close. Beth sat up on the bed in front of her brother. "Or do you need something else, Gary?" asked Beth. She placed her hands on his legs. Gary's cock was inches from her face. She stared at it. "Or do you need something more, big brother? Do you want me to help? Do you want me to stroke it, Gary? I could if you want me to," she said. Beth opened her legs and ran one hand down to her pussy as she looked at Gary's cock. She moaned as she made contact. "I have a finger in my pussy now, Gary. I put a finger in there for you. Do you like that?" she cooed. Beth started really fucking her pussy. Her hips rocked back-and-forth. The sofa rocked. I was in the middle of tit-diddling Heaven when it did. I looked over at Annette. She was up on her knees next to Dan. Her legs were spread and she had two fingers buried in her tight little twat. In her other hand, she was stroking the head of Dan's penis lightly with the back of her hand. Dan was still slowly stoking his cock looking at the screen. My pussy was wet. Dan and Annette were off in their own world. I pushed my silk bottoms off and spread my legs; placing both feet up on the couch. I reached down with one hand. God was I wet. I reached down with both hands and opened my pussy. I watched Gary on the screen stroke his cock and I looked over at Gary rubbing his. I stroked my clit. Ohhhhh! Fireworks went off in my head. Shit! I wasn't expecting that! Just a little cum...a little "O". But I knew the big one was still sitting there somewhere in the back of my hips. I ran a finger around my pussy and slipped it inside. I moaned. Mmmmmmm, I need that. I placed my thumb on my clit and slowly finger-fucked my pussy to take me to the next level. This was going to be a big one. On the screen, Beth leaned in for a close look at her brother' cock. She smiled and sniffed at it. "I want to touch your cock, Gary. But I shouldn't. I'm your sister. I want to stroke it like you're doing and I want to lick it. God, I want to lick my brother's cock. But I can't. Can't do it, big brother. I can't. I want to so bad," cried Beth. Gary was really jacking his cock now looking down at Beth right in front of his penis. "I want you to touch it, too, Beth," said Gary finally, "I want you to feel my penis." He rubbed it along her cheek. Beth moaned, "No, Gary. We mustn't. We can't." Gary rubbed his big penis along Beth's other cheek. Then he brought it to her mouth and rubbed it across her lips. "Open your mouth, Beth," said Gary. Beth backed away a bit. "I want to, but I can't Gary. We...we have to stop this," pleaded Beth, but she continued to finger-fuck herself. She closed her eyes. Gary rubbed the head of his cock along her mouth again. This time, her tongue came out and licked it as it passed over her lips wetting the head slightly. Gary moaned. "Maybe I'll pretend, Gary," she said, "I'll pretend you are some other boy...a boy from school." Beth reached up and took Gary's cock in one hand and opened her mouth. "Suck me, Beth," asked Gary. She licked the crown and got it wet with her saliva. "Oh fuck!" said Gary. "Oh yeah!" moaned Dan. I looked over at Dan and Annette. She still had her hand buried between her legs but she had bent over and was licking the head of Dan's cock mimicking what was happened on the video. Dan looked at Annette and then looked at me and smiled. I think he liked me watching the two of them. Beth moaned. I looked up. Gary sank his cock into his sister's mouth. Her eyes were closed as she let her lips stretch around the girth. She pulled it out and said, "I love sucking your cock, Gary. I want it. I want your cock, big brother!" And she sank his cock back into her mouth. "Oh! Go slow, Annette!" cried Gary. Still mimicking the action on the TV, Annette had half of her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. I slowly teased a finger into my pussy, pushing it deep and curving it upwards searching... I watched Annette stroke Dan's cock with one hand into her mouth and suck on the head when it came back out. She took it out of her mouth and started licking it with long strokes of her tongue. I watched her and stroked my finger in-and-out of me. Waves of heat came and went within my face. I stroked the top of my vagina just on the right spot. "Ooahhhhh!" I moaned, closing my eyes and stroked in-and-out faster. "God that felt good," I thought. I felt a light touch on my thigh. I opened my eyes and looked. Annette had Dan's cock in her mouth leaning over to touch me. I watched her, her blue eyes boring into mine. She closed her eyes and then took his whole length of his cock into her mouth! It had to be in her throat. "Oh, fuck Annette, too much! I don't want to come yet!" cried Dan, his eyes closed tight. Annette extracted the monster from her mouth, opened her eyes and smiled at me. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever..." I started, but Dan opened his eyes and looked at me, "...uhm, I've ever seen." Dan looked at my hand in my pussy and my fingers rolling my nipples. My breath was coming in gulps. "I don't know, Debbie. You look pretty sexy in your own right." Annette jacked Dan's cock and said, "Dan's right, Debbie. You are sexy. I think I could cum just watching you finger yourself." "Yeah," whispered Dan. My hips bucked up to meet my fingers. I watched Annette's hand stroke up-and-down Dan's cock. "Do you want some cock?" teased Annette, "Some prime, grade-A cock?" I looked at Dan's face. He was lost in a lust-filled fog. Annette jacked Dan's cock a little faster. His hips started to rise up and down slowly with each movement of her hand. Her other hand was still deep between her legs; moving more subtly. I took my hand off of my breast and wetted my fingers. I circled my clit with them, making little waves of heat rise up to my face. "No, thanks," I said, "I think I'm good." My breasts ached. They were full; stretched to their limits. "It's okay really, I'm sure Dan won't mind," she said, looking at Dan's face, still lost. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind," I said, "But cock is not what I want right now." I watched Annette. She smiled looking me up-and-down. Annette reached down and took Dan's hand, placing it on his cock. She kissed him. "Take care of that for me, please. I have a good use for it later," she whispered. Dan smiled and started slowly stroking the head of his penis. Annette stretched, stood up on her knees and pinched her nipples. Then, she walked over towards my end of the sofa. "Dan, Debbie and I had a real good time last night," she said still caressing her breasts, "We even learned a few new things." Annette stood in front of me looking down, watching me masturbate. She lowered herself to her knees on the carpet. "We learned that we both like some of the same things. We learned we like to watch porn movies. We learned we like to watch each other," she said her eyes never leaving mine. Annette leaned over me, placed her hands on either side of me and kissed my belly. I looked at Dan. His wide-eyed stare at what Annette was doing to me and his increased tempo on his cock told me his answer. "I learned that Debbie loves me and that I love her," she whispered and kissed my belly lower and licked lower still. She pushed my hands away from my pussy and blew some cool air onto the wetness there. I shivered and closed my eyes for a second. Annette looked up at me and smiled, then placed my hands on my breasts. "I learned that not only did I have a friend, who loves me, but a very, sexy nymph who loves to fuck," she said, then licked from my knee down my thigh. Annette had me. I would've done anything she wanted at that point. My pussy throbbed. I'd never wanted anything so badly in my life. "I think it's funny how you can spend so much time with someone," she whispered again, "And never know that they want you as much as you want them until...something happens." Annette licked the inside of my other thigh slowly from my knee to high on my leg. "Something...something like this," she said and smiled. Something pushed at my pussy opening it wide and sliding in easily. I felt my walls stretch to accommodate it. I opened my legs. I looked down; Annette had the ten-inch dildo in her hand sinking it into me. "Ohhhh! God!" I moaned, "Yeah...ohhh!" Annette pulled it out slowly, then sank it home again. I groaned loudly. "Oh, Annette.... Ohhhh, yeah...Mmmmmmmm," I cried. Then she said, "Debbie gave to me unselfishly last night. She gave me this and...more. And I loved it and loved her for it. But now...." She crouched over my wet pussy, my tummy bulging from the dildo shoved inside. "But now...it's her turn. And my turn for a taste of Heaven," she moaned and lowered her head to my pussy. Her tongue licked slowly along my lips. Mmmmm, I moaned. She took her fingers and opened my lips wide, then licked my clit once watching it run wet with her saliva. I moaned, "Yeah, Annette. Oh yeah. That feels so good." She licked me again from the dildo to my clit and back again. My pussy was burning. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum and I wanted her to do it for me. Annette stopped and looked at me. She looked incredible. Her lips covered with my juices, her eyes half-closed in a very sexy expression. Her blonde hair draped half-over her face. My face strained, pleaded with her. Then she smiled, opened her lips, wet them with her tongue and lowered her mouth to my clit. "Oh lick me," I cried, "Suck me, Annette, please suck me." She sucked my clit into her mouth with her soft, puffy lips. In-and-out, my clit rode along her lips. I screamed, "Oh my God! Ahhhhh...my clit! Mmmmmmm...too good. Ohhh, fuck me!" The sensation was exquisite, so wonderful as to be almost painful. My hips started bucking trying to get more of her mouth. She began pounding my pussy with her dildo. "Check this out! This is the best part of the movie!" said Dan. I'd completely forgotten about him, about the movie. I looked over at Dan. He was sitting up facing us with his cock at full mast, his hands stroking it with long firm strokes. I looked at the screen. Beth pulled her brother's cock out of her mouth with a "pop." She lay back on the bed, pulling the cock with her as she went. Gary stumbled forward over a pile of laundry. Beth lowered the hard cock to her pussy lips and started running the head over them. "Ohhh, yeahhh!" moaned her brother, Gary. "Maybe we could just tease it a little, Gary. I'm so close to cumming, big brother. Maybe if I use your cock to rub my clit a little, I can come. But we can't stick it inside, right?" babbled Beth as she continued to rub her brother's cock up and down her lips. Gary groaned. He was leaning on one arm holding his cock at his sister's pussy. His feet were tangled in the laundry left on the floor. He struggled with his feet. "You can't put this big, beautiful hard cock in my pussy, Gary. It would be wrong. What would Father Benedict say at confession next Sunday?" she asked. Gary tried to free his feet. He pulled and pulled and finally his left foot sprang free from the pile, but he lost his balance driving the whole length of his penis into his sister's pussy. She screamed as the monster cock sank into her depths. "Ohhhh! Oh fuck! Oh my God! Forgive me, Gary!" she cried and wrapped her legs around her brother's ass and pulled him into her. Beth kissed Gary deeply opening her mouth. Her breasts rocked back and forth as they fucked on the bed. "Beth! Your pussy, it's so good! Oh..." said Gary, "It's the best I've ever had. Oh Beth!" Gary's ass was pounding Beth's pussy now. "Gary! Fuck me, Gary! Ride me, big brother!" she yelled. His ass rose and fell rocketing them both to Oblivion. "I'm cumming, Beth! Your pussy is amazing!" cried Gary. "Love me, Gary! Fuck me! Ohhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming" yelled his little sister as she started to buck; her eyes rolling back in their sockets. Gary pulled his cock out of Beth which immediately started squirting white streams of cum on her pussy, belly and boobs. The image froze with Beth coated in her brother's cum and read: 1) Beth gets mad 2) Beth takes a shower 3) Gary rolls Beth over. I was about to cum. I could feel great waves building inside of me. I looked down at Annette. Her mouth was still fastened to my clit sucking for all she was worth. I could see her shoulder pushing up and down with every thrust of the dildo in my cunt. My nipples were sore from all the attention they'd gotten over the past day, but I continued to squeeze and roll them, alternating with little circles around the aureole. "Annette, I'm...I'm going to..." I panted, "I'm going to cum, Annette. Annette! Annette!" My hips bucked my pubis against her face. I clamped my hands in her hair and pushed her mouth onto my clit. I fell off the Earth. My body went into convulsions. My legs flew straight up in the air. Annette's tongue kept whipping my clit with stroke after stroke. My boobs rocked against me wriggling to be free of the electricity that coursed through my body. Annette continued pumping my pussy with the dildo! Boom! Fireworks went off in my head. Another wave washed over me, dashing me against the rocks. I came so hard against her face. Her laughing blue eyes danced over my body watching me. I fell and fell and fell into the blackness... I was tossed and turned. Waves broke over me, pushing me to and fro. I pushed my feet down and stood. The azure blue waters of the ocean around me were frothed with shore break of a wide sandy beach. I looked around as the waves pounded the sand and pushed at my legs. Palm trees bristled overhead. The sun was high in the sky. Gulls cawed ducking and soaring in the breeze. Walls of air glided over my tongue. I felt content. Then a kiss opened my mouth. A warm, desperate kiss whose intruding tongue licked the top of my mouth and then all around the hole of my lips. A deep, wonderful kiss... I opened my eyes and Annette was kissing me. I hugged her to me. The hard little points of her breasts sinking into my soft pillows. My heart was racing. My mind was spinning. "I thought I'd lost you there for a moment," whispered Annette. I looked at her...her blue eyes; pools that I was lost in...her lithe body with her long, hard, nipples...her beautiful long blonde hair touching my breasts. "Not lost, but found," I whispered back and kissed her deeply. We broke the kiss. She raised up, looked in Dan's direction and laughed. He was collapsed back against the sofa's cushions with his eyes shut, his hand still holding his cock. Pale semen ran down the side in a great torrent, coating his hand and knuckles like a melted, summer ice-cream cone. Other drops of semen had splattered on his stomach, chest and legs. Obviously a great fountain of cum had erupted out of him. Dan's eyes flickered open, darted around the room and looked at us. "That was intense," said Dan, "I guess I made a real mess." "Yes, you did," laughed Annette. I chuckled and smiled. "You guys were amazing. I've never seen anything so erotic, so sensual...like it was meant to be, "panted Dan. Annette turned back to me, gave me a quick little kiss and said, "Want to help me clean him up?" I hugged her close, smiled and said, "Maybe in a little while. Right now, just kiss me again." Interruptus3 Annette hugged me, lowered her lips to mine and slowly licked my lips with her tongue. I put my hands on the back of her head and pulled her to me; kissing deeply passionately, like the lovers we were. Interruptus4 I felt warm. I opened my eyes and looked around. The windows were full of sunlight and I was wrapped in a comforter on the couch. I sat up. I was naked and a shower was running. "What happened? Where was I?" I thought. A fleshy ten-inch dildo was on the end table--Annette's apartment! I began to recall the morning's activities. I stood and stretched to the ceiling. Annette made love to me, licked me. I reached down and cupped my pussy. I moaned low at the memory. I walked into the kitchen. Croissants, rolls were on the table. Dan! I quickly looked around the room, threw my hands over my tits, covering myself. Where was Dan? I ran over to the couch, grabbed my robe and threw it on. I sighed. Why did I care? Dan had just watched his girlfriend lick me to orgasm right in front of him. I shook my head. I just wasn't used to all this...this open-ness. I had always treated sex like it was something you should keep out of sight. My Mom had always told me that sex was something special and private. In the dark, with a locked door between you and your husband and no one else! I sat down and picked up the dildo. It was still sticky-oily from this morning. It shook like a long piece of Jell-O. I laughed. The shower shut off. I got up and knocked. "Hi, it's Debbie," I said. The door opened, it was Annette, still dripping. "You're up, huh?" she said and turned away to get a towel, "You better get in here. We gotta hit the road." "What happened to Dan?" I asked. "He left a couple minutes ago," she said toweling her hair dry, "I got him cleaned up and off for work." Annette tucked the towel around her, pushed the door open and said, "Come on! We've got to move." She untied my robe and pushed it off my shoulders, it caught on my arms. Annette looked me up and down. Her hands squeezed my boobs together. My nipples hardened. She smiled at me. "You still look scrumptious, Deb. I don't know why it took me so long to see that," she said lowly. She kissed me lightly on the mouth, just a peck and then swatted my ass. "Now get in there. It's ten o'clock already," she commanded. I took my shower quickly, toweled off and brushed my hair. Annette came in and started doing her makeup. As I got dressed, I thought about our last trip to Mexico. It had been at least a year since we had been to Ensenada and I was eager to see it again. I slipped on my shorts, put on my favorite Hawaiian shirt and jumped in my sandals. I put the last few items in my beach bag. Annette came in the bathroom and grabbed me. "You look great!" she said. "Thanks, girlfriend," I answered. Since yesterday, that phrase had taken on a new meaning. She smiled. "Everything's in the car, 'cept you," she said, "Let's hit it." We jumped into Annette's blue Miata and put the top down. Annette had put all of the croissants that Dan brought in a basket behind the seat along with a couple bottled waters. She turned on KROQ and zoomed out of the parking lot towards the freeway. The day was gorgeous, a typical spring day in Southern California; "So Cal" for us locals. No wind, blue skies, no humidity and the sun just beamed down on us. We both had our hair tied back for the wind and Annette, always the fashion plate, had tied hers with a white scarf. She had these huge black sunglasses on, a short denim skirt, white tank and a red and orange floral blouse tied over that. She looked like a movie star. I laughed. "What's so funny?" she yelled over the motor. "You look like Thelma from 'Thelma & Louise,'" I said. She smiled, reached down and adjusted her seat back. She stretched out her long, tanned legs, flooring the little sports car up the on-ramp. There wasn't hardly any traffic, really unusual for a weekend. Annette pulled a bottle from behind the seat and handed it to me, sunscreen. She pointed down. "Do my legs, okay?" I opened the top and squeezed a generous amount of the white goo into my hand. Annette's legs are a sight to behold, very long, very lean-sculpted, would be a better word. She used to run track for the girl's team in high school, but had stopped what she called all her 'jock nonsense' a couple years ago. But she still ran almost every day. I leaned over and rubbed my oily hands along her right leg. Annette moved her legs apart. "Just a sec," she yelled and she lifted her butt off of the seat and pulled the bottom of her skirt up to her waist, "Don't wanna get it greasy." Her light, turquoise-blue panties left open to the air. I finished her thigh quickly, but had to get down on my elbows to reach her lower leg. I sat up to get some more lotion. Annette smiled. "What?" I said. "I like this," she answered, "It's like having a maid or something." "Maid?" I yelled. "Or something," she said seductively, "Your hands feel very good." I smiled and leaned across her lap applying the lotion to her other thigh. I took my time this time. I slowly worked my hands over the outside of her thigh down to her knee then slowly applied the lotion up the inside of her thigh. I rubbed it in little circles over her muscles, making it more of a massage than anything else. I grabbed the lotion and squirted some more in my hands and I started on her other leg again. "Hey, you already did that one," she said. I continued my massage of her leg. "Want me to stop?" I asked as I kneaded her muscular thigh in tight little circles. "No, no, you're doin' great," she moaned. As I rubbed higher along her inner thigh this time, I began a really deep massage. I turned my fingers slowly, pressing deeply into the flesh. I was right next to her pussy, pressing with all the strength my fingers could muster. Annette flexed her hips forward driving her pussy onto my knuckles. I backed off for a moment. "You okay?" I asked raising my eyebrows, "Was that too rough?" "No, no, feels good," she said, "I didn't realized how tight I was from yesterday." I grabbed her about mid-thigh and started massaging again. Her panties now had a tiny damp spot. This was getting to her. I chuckled and continued with my fingers. I quietly turned my head. Her boobs were inches from my face. Her long nipples pressed hard against the tight tank top, no bra as usual. I had a nasty idea. I slid my hands to the top of her thigh and pressed my hand into her pussy as I massaged her thigh. Annette jumped a little. "Oh!" she yelped, "Debbie, I don't know how good an idea this is." I sat up. "It'll be fine," I said with a smirk, "Just keep your eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel." I sat back against the seat and looked around us. Just a few cars and none too close. No big trucks to worry about. I put sunscreen on my arms, legs and neck then pulled a tissue out of the glove box to get my hands free of the oil. I leaned towards Annette and lightly brushed my left hand along her inner right thigh. She glanced down at what I was doing, looked back at the highway and licked her lips. I put my hand over her crotch and lightly traced the front of her panties with my fingertips. Annette let out a long breath of air and smiled, glancing at me from behind her sunglasses. I pressed my fingers flat against her panties letting my middle finger ride a little deeper. Annette sucked some air in quickly. It was like putting my hand on a heated pillow. I started massaging her pussy in slow little circles. I looked at the speedometer. It read 60 M.P.H. Annette's nipples poked out invitingly, begging to be touched. Her panties were wet. Subconsciously, I had started rubbing my own leg with my right hand. I could feel my nipples hardening. Little goosebumps appeared on my arms, the little hairs standing on end. Annette started moving her hips around a little trying to press against my hand when I pressed against her. "Getting excited?" I teased. She bit her lower lip and moaned, "You know I am." She glanced at me again. "Is it too much? Should I stop?" I asked grinning. "No, it's okay," she replied. I pushed her skirt up against her belly with my left hand and pressed downward. My fingers slipped into her panties. I leaned into her ear and moaned, "My, my...you're dripping wet." I slid my fingers down and opened her lips. I pressed my middle finger down and slowly outlined the opening to her vagina. "Oh yeah," she sighed. I looked up at the speedometer. It read 80 m.p.h. "Slow down a little, Annette. You're going too fast," I said. She laughed, "I'm going too fast?" "We don't want to arouse suspicion, do we?" I asked. "Yeah. Okay. Uh...no, no, we don't," she stuttered. She leaned over and clicked a switch near the steering wheel and lifted her foot off the accelerator. "I knew cruise control was good for something," she said with a smile. I giggled. I began again. I brushed my fingers over the downy hairs along her lips a few times, waiting on her mouth to open. She started breathing a little heavier and I slipped a finger between her lips again sliding against the wetness there, feeling the soft little folds of skin. I moved my fingers up higher and slipped the end of my middle finger underneath her clit. Gently, slowly I started moving just the end of my finger up and down her clit. She lubricated so much, it felt like I had dipped my fingers in olive oil. Annette moaned and closed her eyes for a moment. I watched the road. "That feels so good, Deb. It feels almost like your tongue," she sighed. Her hips rocked trying to keep contact with my finger. With my other hand, I unsnapped my shorts and pulled the zipper down. A car drove by to our left, full of people, a bunch of guys out for the weekend. One guy in the back seat scoped us out. I waved. "What are you doing?" Annette yelled. She pulled my hand out of her panties and smoothed her skirt down. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. 'Just trying to be casual," I said nervously. The car full of guys kept going. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God," said Annette. Embarrassed, I started buttoning my pants. "Not yet," said Annette. "What?" I said surprised. "You do it," she said, "I want to watch you do it." I looked at her questioning. She nodded furtively. Relieved, I smiled, almost laughed. She wanted a show. "Right here? Right now?" I said. She nodded, "Yes, do it. Do it for me." She looked down at my body and smiled. "Keep a good watch out, okay?" I asked and slid down as deep into the seat as I could. Annette took a quick look around and glanced back at me. I pushed my shorts over my knees, let them drop to the floorboard and stepped out of them. Annette stole little glances at me. I pushed my sunglasses down so I could see Annette better and started unbuttoning the top buttons of my blouse. I pulled my blouse open flashing my tits one at a time, teasing her. She laughed. I held it open over the left and grabbed my boob with my other hand. I lifted it to my face and licked the nipple, moaning. Annette giggled. "You are such a slut," she blurted. I stuck out my lower lip and pouted, "But do you like me being your slut?" I stuck two fingers of my right hand in my mouth and got them really wet. Annette watched. "You are my nasty girl, aren't you?" she smiled. I pulled the wet fingers out of my mouth, "Uh-huh, I'm all yours, baby." Some saliva ran down the palms of my hand. I pulled open the top of my panties. The breeze danced inside and felt cool against my tuft of hair. Annette quickly looked back up at the traffic and swerved. "Careful, I wouldn't want to explain this to the cops," I said. I pulled my panties aside and ran my wet fingers along the lips of my pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned. My fingers felt good. I was so wet already that my outer lips opened easily. I lifted my knees up against the dashboard and buried a finger deep inside my pussy. I slid it out slowly and pushed it home again. I grunted. Visions of Annette between my legs from this morning danced in front of me. Her blue eyes watching me, her lips covered with my wetness. I felt a trickle of sweat run down my belly. It was getting really hot in the car. I stole a glance at her. Her eyes were watching my fingers more than watching the road. I wet my fingers again, pulled back the skin over my clit and started making little circles around it. I moaned louder. "Oh yeah, that feels good," I whispered slowly. A long cool breath escaped my pursed lips. I closed my eyes again and there was Annette licking my clit. I rocked my hips against her imagined face. The finger sunk deeply inside me again stroking my favorite spot. "Ooh yeah," I purred. I felt fingers on my left boob. I opened my eyes. Annette started pinching my nipple hard, twisting it. "Harder," I said. She dug her nails into it. I almost screamed, I moaned so loud. Little electric shocks flew to my pussy from my nipple. "Like that?" asked Annette. "Just like that. Keep pinching them," I said. Annette's hand moved to my other breast and squeezed it. The sensation was too much. I started slapping my palm against my crotch. My pussy must be dripping on the seat. I was getting close. I put another finger inside. My tightness increased, the walls slowly giving way to the newness of another intruder. I was rubbing my clit fiercely now. The Annette behind my eyes was locked to my clit and staring blue pools of desire right through me. "Yeah, here I cum," I thought. Suddenly, Annette's hand rocked me. It grabbed my shoulder and shook hard. "Stop! Stop it! Cover up, quick!" she said. I opened my eyes. We were surrounded by the tall buildings of downtown San Diego. People were everywhere on the sidewalks. I pulled my panties closed and buttoned my blouse. I sat up. There was a wall of traffic just ahead. The Miata slowed as Annette downshifted quickly. "Shit!" I yelled, "How about a better warning?" I reached down for my shorts and too hurriedly tried to get my feet in them. It took me three tries, but I finally got them slid up over my butt and buttoned just as we sidled up to an eighteen-wheeler on my side of the car. I looked at Annette. She was leaning on the door, trying to look casual. A young guy at the wheel leaned out the window and checked us out. We sat there tight-lipped for a moment longer, then we busted up laughing. Fifteen minutes later, we crossed the border into Tijuana and took the highway south along the coast. An hour down the coast, we pulled into Ensenada. The bay was a beautiful blue. We stopped by and picked up a couple of burgers while visiting 'La Bufadora', a huge blowhole near the ocean. Clear sets of swells approached the point from the south. The first swell peeled straight left like a banana, clearly, an amazing day for surf. I took a bite of my fries. "So, what's the plan today?" I asked taking another bite, "Are we going to the main drag like last year?" "I thought we'd start there. A woman, who works at my Dad's place told me about a little shop we have to visit just off the Boulevard, called Linda's. It's supposed to have this amazing selection of clothes," she answered. "Then what?" I asked. "What do you want to do?" said Annette. "I want to go to the beach south of town. I hear that the surf down there is amazing. I'd like to try and find that," I said. "Sure. Sounds cool. We can ask around while we shop," she said, "You done? Ready to shop?" "Absolutely, I was born ready," I said. We jumped in the Miata and headed for Boulevard Lopez Mateos. A typical weekend and the Boulevard was crawling with tourists. Annette and I stopped at a few shops we knew from years before buying the latest fun little trinket at rock bottom prices. We ventured down some of the sidestreets always on the lookout for the new little shop that would disappear in a month's time, but right now would have great stuff. Annette found a jewelry shop that fit the description. I left with three sets of earrings, a charm bracelet that would've cost me $300 at Neimans's and a toe ring. I'd never bought one before, but this one was beautifully decorated with a mermaid, silver and delicate. "Wasn't that the most awesome place?" said Annette. "Incredible. I can't believe I bought a toe ring," I answered. "Okay, let's find Linda's next. I need some new stuff," she said, and we zigzagged our way back to the Boulevard and started looking for Aveneida de la Beso. We found it, a little storefront off of a courtyard with a fountain. It looked small when we entered, but we soon realized that the store was deep, opening up in the back. The interior was nice. Much nicer than most of the hit-and-run-style of businesses that occupied most of the area. Annette and I headed off into the racks of clothes. I searched for whatever struck my fancy and caught a couple of blouses and skirts, which I took with me. Annette came running up to me. "Debbie, you have to come see this," she said, dragging me deep into the back of the store. "What?" I said. Reluctant to leave the skirt I'd just found. There was another little entry with stone steps leading down into another boutique. It was filled wall-to-wall with the most incredible collection of lingerie I'd ever seen. The materials were stunning, beautifully brocade silks and printed satins that I'd never seen before. The robes, pajamas, loungewear...everything sported a little tag with the name "Abrazos y Besos." "Hugs and kisses? Cute," I thought. The room itself was like a shrine. The arched ceiling was painted with murals of fishermen hauling nets of fish with white clouds and flying angels overhead. Pillars ran between each of the cabinets of clothes along the walls. The red tile floor set off the freestanding tables of bras, panties and stockings. And to top it off, everything was really inexpensive. "This is incredible. I'm in underwear Heaven!" I said to no one in particular. Annette laughed. "May I help you, ladies?" a Spanish accent said. Annette and I both turned around and there was the most beautiful dark woman. I didn't speak for a moment as I took in her beauty, her long black hair, her olive-toned skin and the most incredible green eyes... She raised her hand and cleared her throat. "Oh, uh, we...uh...we were just looking," I stammered. She wore a wrap-around skirt with long fringe along the edge, a bustier top that threatened to spill her breasts out at any second. At the base of her long neck, a beautiful silver necklace with waves worked into the design of the chains sparkled in the lights. "Your store is amazing," said Annette, "Where did you manage to get all this stuff?" The woman smiled. "Actually, we make all of it in our factory up the coast near Rosita. The materials are from India, Africa, Italy... I'm glad you like them. We work very hard to make every little item special," she said. I still didn't know what to say, she was stunning. "Hello, I'm Linda and this is my place," she said extending her hand. I shook it, falling into those green eyes. Her full lips smiled at me. "Hi, I'm Annette and my silent friend here is Debbie," said Annette giving me a "what-the-hell's-wrong-with-you" look. "Debbie? Short for Deborah, I imagine?" she said. "Yes. Glad to meet you, Linda. You...um, surprised me. Sorry," I said. "No apologies necessary. I see that you have already found some things. Would you like me to take them to a dressing room for you?" Linda asked. "Sure. Thank you," I said. Linda walked toward the back of the shop. Annette grabbed my arm. "You look like you've never seen a woman before," she laughed, "Snap out of it. We have a lot of shopping to do and from the look of this place, I need to set aside money for gas to get home." We never made it back into the rest of the store, choosing instead to spend our time in the boutique. Linda waited on us hand and foot, continually taking our chosen items away to the back of the boutique. I found an incredible set of satin loungewear and this time, followed Linda back to the dressing rooms. We passed into an another room that looked like something out of an Arabian tent. The floor was covered in gorgeous rugs and the walls were draped. The drapery ran up to a point in the ceiling where a large chandelier hung. Linda directed me through a flap in the wall. The dressing room was more like a small waiting room. There was a big floral chair, a freestanding rack with my clothes hanging from it and a matching sofa across from a wall of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. I just stood there looking at it for a moment. Interruptus4 "Call me, if you need anything, Deborah," said Linda. The drape swung closed as she left. "Wow!" I thought. I looked at the rack of clothes and started stripping. I pulled the loungewear off the rack first. The camisole fit perfectly, the satin felt really sensual against my skin. I looked at myself in the mirrors. Standing there bottomless and in that room, I felt very wicked. I smiled and rubbed my nipples through the top. This was yummy! I grabbed the bottoms and pulled them on. That's when I noticed the satin was so sheer that you could see light though it. I walked closer to the mirror and turned around to see how they fit my butt. "Perfect!" I thought, "My butt never looked better." I put my hand inside. I could see the lighter skin of my palm through the cloth. The drape opened and Annette poked her head in looking around. "Oh my God," she whispered, "You look like a Siren ready to lure sailors to their deaths." I turned around, one hand on hip, one in the air. "Really? You wouldn't just be saying that, would you?" I teased. Annette giggled and came inside. Now it was my turn to gawk. She had on the sheerest little chemise made of a brocade green silk with a matching thong panty that lay high over her hips. She walked around me posing in front of the mirror. She looked hot and she knew it. I closed my mouth and said, "If you don't buy it, I'm buying it for you." Annette spun around smiling at me. "You really like it, huh?" she asked. She was a goddess. Her long nipples pushed the silk out from her breasts. Her blonde hair matched the milky green color beautifully. Her blue eyes looked into my soul. "You're Titania, Queen of the Nymphs," I said. I sat down, almost tripping over the sofa; backing up to look at her. My breasts bounced against the satin covering them. She walked slowly toward me. I watched at her as she first pulled her long nipples through her top, then pulled the straps of the thong a little higher on her hips. "What is it you like most about this outfit?" she said, "The way you can see my nipples through the top or the way the panties hug me so that you can see my slit? Which is the sexier for you, Debbie?" I shook my head looking at her taking a deep breath. She reached down with one hand and brushed my pussy through my pants. Little tingles of delight ran up and down my arms and back. My nipples hardened into little knots. She ran her hand slowly along the satin to my breasts, brushing my nipples. "You got me really hot in the car earlier," she cooed, "I think now is a perfect time to continue, don't you?" She put one hand on the couch and bent down kissing me. My back stiffened and I thrust my chest out to meet with hers. Waves of pleasure flowed down my shoulders to my pussy. She ran a hand down my leg. I spread my thighs for her, still exploring her lucious mouth with my tongue. Her fingers touched my pussy and pressed in firmly. I broke the kiss and bowed my head, closing my eyes, moaning. "Oh, you're so ready. Aren't you, Debbie?" asked Annette as she continued to rub my pussy. I arched my hips into the palm of her hand. "Yes, I want to come," I breathed. Annette knelt down next to the sofa and said, "Lay back and show me those beautiful tits of yours." I pulled the camisole up over my boobs and laid back on the sofa, my head propped up against the back. I put my hands on my breasts and squeezed gently. They felt warm...hot and full. Even the light pressure sent shivers down my sides. I pushed them up and together, pinching my nipples. Annette chuckled lowly. "What is it?" I asked. "We're going to have to buy these outfits now," she said, "Your bottom is soaked through and I know I'm soaking these panties." I smiled at her and then stiffened as she licked my belly with just the wet tip of her tongue. "Oh yeah," I said breathlessly with a moan. I flinched when she licked me again. "Poor little baby, you need a good cum, don't you?" teased Annette. I rolled my nipples looking at her over my chest. Her nails reached inside the elastic waist of the bottoms at my hips and started tugging gently. I lifted my butt off the sofa and the pants slid past my hips to my knees. Annette put her lips to my little tuft above my pussy and kissed me lightly, her breasts brushed my thigh. My crotch bumped her nose as she sat up. "Don't' be too eager, a good one takes time," Annette smiled. She slipped a finger into me. I sucked my breath in quickly and bore down on the digit. I squeezed my boobs and moaned. Annette opened my outer lips with her other hand and blew lightly across my pussy. I bucked, trying to reach her mouth. I felt her body slip around my knee and between my legs. She pulled her finger out of me and pushed against my thighs with both hands. I raised my other foot up on the couch. I looked down at her. Her laughing blue eyes bore into mine through her tousled blonde hair. Her hands brushed lightly over the curve of my buttocks below my thighs. "I love you, Debbie," she whispered looking down at my crotch, "At least, I love making love with you." Annette lowered her head to me. I closed my eyes. I could feel her hot breath on my lips. I tried not to move, waiting for her. I stretched my thighs open as wide as possible, then I felt it. A little wet lick lightly along the outside of my lips, so slow, so sensual. Her hot breath still bathed me. Then a longer lick starting low on my lips and moving up steadily penetrating. By the time the tip of her tongue reached my clit, I couldn't help but push against her mouth. I was surprised by the two fingers she sank into me. I bit my finger trying not to scream too loud. She pulled back the hood of my clit gently and stuck her tongue in over it. It felt like liquid heat poured over my clit. Then she started twirling her tongue around it in gentle circles. My breathing increased to panting. My mind could think of nothing but cumming soon. I moaned out loud. "Too loud?" I thought. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I could see the chair with my clothes on it, the rack of lingerie yet to be tried on and the mirrors across from us. I looked in the mirror. I could see me lying on my back squeezing my breasts; my legs splayed open and beautiful Annette's head slowly moving between my legs. I jumped when I saw Linda. "Oh!" I shouted. Annette held me firmly land sucked my clit into her lips. Waves of pleasure ran up my body. I started rocking my hips to keep contact with Annette's mouth. A twinkling of unconsciousness played at the edge of my vision. In the reflection, Linda was standing framed by the draped doorway, her eyes locked to Annette's head between my legs. Her left hand gripped a handful of curtain above her and her right hand was under her skirt buried deep in her panties. She was masturbating, watching us. I couldn't stop myself. I started cumming. I covered my mouth, but my moans of ecstasy escaped. I bounced my butt off the couch driving my pussy against Annette's face. Her mouth was fastened to my clit, licking and licking in quick little strokes. Her two fingers buried deep inside. A wave of tingling heat traveled through my body as I came again against Annette's tongue. Pleasure broke over me. I shook against the couch, vibrating, closing my eyes and trying to steady my breath. I still pinched my nipples forcing little bolts of electricity to flow down into my hips. Annette paused for a moment. I looked up. She smiled at me. I watched as her tongue stretched down and licked my clit again. I closed my eyes and stiffened, like an electric shock. I forced my breath out, trying to steady my breathing. Annette licked me slowly, pulled her fingers out of my pussy and rubbed my softly. I panted, licked my lips and panted some more. Annette slid between my thighs. I could feel her hand caressing my belly, her body sliding along mine upward towards my face. Her lips met mine and kissed me deeply. I had to break; I couldn't catch my breath yet. I hugged her to me. "Oh my God," I gasped, "That was incredible, Annette." I kissed her face. She held me. Her little boobs nestled against the tops of my larger ones. I put a leg down and rolled her over beside me. She giggled. "You like? You buy?" she teased. I kissed her again. "Yes, I love...I love it a lot," I purred into her ear. I remembered Linda. I pushed up and looked at the door. The drape was closed. "What is it?" said Annette. I looked at her and looked at the door. "What is it? D-did someone come in?" she said excitedly. "Sh, sh, sh...," I hushed her, then brushed her face lightly, "Linda was watching us." "What?!" said Annette sitting up suddenly. I chuckled at her. "It's okay, don't worry," I said, "I think she really enjoyed it." "What do you mean?" she asked. "She was masturbating, watching us. Watching you between my legs. Watching me cum on your mouth," I told her. "You saw her?" said Annette. "In the mirror," I laughed, "From what I saw, she liked it a lot." Her pensive look softened. Annette laughed and raised her eyebrows, "Maybe we can get a discount!" I giggled, then looked at the door, wondering. Annette smiled down at me. "What's playing in the devious mind of yours?" I said. She bent down and kissed my breasts. Her lips closed around a nipple, sucking it inside. I pushed my thighs together at the sensation. With her eyes closed, she swathed her tongue across the nipple, then sat back on one elbow, caressing my breasts. "'Still love your tits, Deb," she said squeezing my left, "They're what I've always wanted." "And now you have them," I said. I ran my hand lightly across her hair, pushing a stray strand behind her ear. She looked around the room. "You haven't got a swim suit from here yet, have you?" she asked. "No. I brought one with me," I answered. Annette stood up and straightened her clothes. Her mouth was still shiny with my juices. "Wait...wait right here. I saw something perfect," said Annette. She turned towards the exit. "Annette," I called, "Your mouth." She stopped with a hand to her face. She felt the wetness. "Oh...oh," she laughed, "Now that would've been funny." She grabbed a corner of the drapery, wiped her face and ran out. I sat up, pulled my top down and touched my pussy. I was soaked. I looked around and picked up my panties to clean up. The sofa was wet as well. "Good thing it's dark-colored," I thought. I pulled my bottoms on, admiring the outfit in the mirror again. I looked great in it and felt even better. My hair was pushed up in the back. I got my brush out of my beach bag and did what I could to fix it. Annette ran back in with two suits in her hands. "Here, with your figure, you'll look so hot in these. Try this one on first," she said. She handed me a triangle top bikini. The triangles were really small! "I won't stay in this. I'll pop out," I said holding it up to me. "Just try it on. C'mon, for me. Okay?" she pleaded. I nodded. I pulled my clothes off and gave them to Annette. She folded them and put them on the sofa. I slid the bottoms on. They felt good. I turned around to check my butt. They were cut just like I like them, a little cheeky, but not too much. I picked up the top and just rolled my eyes. I tied it and turned it around. The cups might cover my nipples. I pulled them along the string adjusting them and pulled the top string behind my neck. "No way," I thought. "Here, let me," said Annette jumping behind me to tie the top string. "Wait a sec," she said and pulled the cups out a little wider and tied the top string tighter. My boobs bulged considerably almost touching in the middle. My nipples were just barely concealed. Annette took a step back and looked at me. "Turn around, " she said. I turned, modeling it for her. I stopped and tried to get my nipples to pop out, but they wouldn't unless I did a really ridiculous shimmy. Annette was smiling. She came up behind me and put her arms around me cupping my breasts. "Your body is so sexy in this," said Annette grinning, "I want to fuck you right now." I grabbed her hips behind me and rubbed my ass into her crotch. "Sexy wench!" she whispered, "Quick! Try on the other one." "But I thought you liked this one?" I asked, still posing. "Just put on the other one and let's decide then," she said handing it to me. She untied the top and pulled it away from me. I handed her the bottoms. She put it with the folded loungewear. The other suit had a more conservative bottom, but the top was a tube with built-in pads for the miracle-bra effect. It took me a bit of repositioning my boobs, but when I was done the effect was spectacular. I had a shelf of flesh sticking straight out in front of me. I turned sideways. "My God, I'm defying gravity!" I chuckled, bouncing up and down. Annette smiled and walked up beside me brushing her hands lightly over my now pronounced cleavage. "You're so sexy in this. I can't decide," she said. I closed my eyes as she kept brushing me. My nipples hardened under the top. "Everything going okay in there?" Linda said, just outside the door. Annette jerked her hand away. I turned to Annette smiling and raised my eyebrows. Annette looked at the door, then back at me and raised a finger. I furrowed my brow asking the silent question. "We need some help deciding something," yelled Annette, "Can you come in?" My eyes widened in disbelief. "Uh, sure, no problem," said Linda. She pulled aside the drape and entered. I looked up and smiled. Linda's eyes traveled down my body, pausing at my tits. "That suit was made for you," she said admiringly. Annette twirled her finger motioning me to turn around. I moved slowly, watching Linda. As my butt faced her, she stared hard and licked her lips. "It's...um, very attractive. It makes you look statuesque," she said smiling. "Thank you," I said. "But you must see the other one," said Annette. Annette picked up the other suit and held it out it to me. "Let me know when you're ready," said Linda turning for the exit. "No, it's okay. I don't mind," I said. Facing her, I reached behind me and released the top. I watched Linda carefully as my breasts spilled out. Her eyes flickered to my boobs, then back to my face. I smiled and dropped the bottoms. I stood naked before her as Annette handed the other bottoms to me. I pulled them on and positioned the ties just above my hips. "Just a moment," Linda said. She bent over and pulled the straps a little farther forward on my hips. The front cupped my mound a little more fully following the lines of my legs. Linda's face was inches from my nipples, which stood out tightly begging for her lips. "Thank you," I said and slipped the top on. Annette adjusted the cups as before and tied it behind my head. I looked at myself in the mirror and turned to Linda. She took one step back and put her hand to her throat. "My, my...I see what you mean," she said breathlessly, "You make both suits look better than they should." I blushed a little at praise from such a beautiful woman. "Thank you," I said, suppressing a laugh. "Where are you wearing the suit?" she asked, "Perhaps that makes a difference?" "We're planning to go south and find a nice beach. You know, get some sun. Maybe a little beach combing," I said, "We don't really know of any place down there, we've just heard the beaches are nice." Linda smiled and said, "Oh, then you must go to mi padre's." "Mi Padres?" I said, "I haven't heard that name before..." "Oh, no, it's my family's beach. My father has a house on a point south of here. Please, you must come," she said. "It's a private beach?" said Annette. "Si, it's where I'm staying this weekend. My father is out of town visiting his vineyards and I'm house-sitting for him. It's a beautiful, white-sand beach...very private. I'll give you the address," said Linda and walked out the exit. I stared at Annette. She put a hand to her mouth to stifle laughter. "What is it?" I said. "I guess you really impressed her. Did you see how she was leering at your ass?" chuckled Annette. "Oh, come on," I said, throwing my hands up. "No really. She wants you, Debbie. That gorgeous woman wants you," she said, looking towards the drape. I was just about to tell Annette off when Linda popped back in. She walked up to me holding out a little slip of paper with her phone number and an address. I took it. "There's a map on the back. It's not really too difficult to find. It's the only house on the beach on the north side of the point," she said. I turned the paper over and looked. It had a line for the highway and next to it just south of Ensenada, it read ' 16570 Punto de las Sirenas.' Annette and I finished our shopping at Linda's, spending way more money than we should have, but enjoying every second of it. Dressed now, and bags full, Linda walked us to the front of her shop. "Bye Linda, thanks for everything. We will definitely be back," said Annette as she kissed Linda on the cheek. I kissed Linda's cheek and she looked deep into my eyes. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again, soon," she said and smiled. I returned the smile and walked to Annette who was giving me one of her "I told you so" looks. I looked back and Linda was gone. We walked away from the courtyard with the fountain and back into the hustle-bustle of the Boulevard. I felt great, like I'd just met an old friend. After passing it several times, Annette found her Miata again. We put our purchases in the trunk and sped off towards the highway. About twenty minutes later, we saw several signs for Punto de las Sirenas and finally a road leading off into some trees. We passed a couple of small fisherman's houses, about a thousand palm trees and a low row of hills to the left. When we passed the last hill, the road curved around towards the ocean. "Oh my God!" yelled Annette. I saw it, but I couldn't believe it. A huge three-story house was at the base of the last hill. It was a Spanish, mission-style house with red-tile roof and stucco walls. A row of arches crept along the side of the house culminating in a sweeping staircase that ran up to the second floor from the beach. "Holy shit! You think this is really her father's house?" I yelled. "I think that answers your question, don't you?" said Annette, pointing. A sign on the wall at the end of the drive read "16570 Puntos de las Sirenas." We parked the car and grabbed our beach bags out of the trunk. The house had a little garden in the front of it complete with waterfall and fountains. Blue tile decorated the stucco of the house running around doorways and archways. The second floor seemed to be made of nothing but windows facing the sea. And the beach was perfect. Just like Linda had said. White sand and no one in sight, not another soul. We ran out to the beach like a couple of kids. The ocean was amazingly blue here. A sure sign of clean, deep ocean waters. Annette found the perfect place to pitch our towels in the sand surrounded by a little grove of coconut palms. I put on the gravity-defying swimsuit from Linda's and ran for the water. I dove into the first shorebreak that came my way. I came up and stood in the foam slinging my hair back over my head. Annette ran up beside me and dove in. She had on her suit from yesterday, a tiny, leopard-skin-print halter-top with a scooped bottom that showed off her athletic body wonderfully. We played in the shallows, catching a couple of slow turning swells bodysurfing, then ran back to our place in the trees. Annette flopped down on the towels and immediately stripped off her suit. I sat on my knees watching, then turned to the dark windows of the house. "It's okay, no one's here, Deb," said Annette. I hesitated. "Her father's away. She's house-sitting. It's just us," said Annette as she turned over and lay down. "Ah, what the hell," I thought and pulled my suit off. I lay down next to Annette, closing my eyes. The chill of the ocean was quickly washed away by the heat from the afternoon sun. It felt great. I gave myself to it. The warmth baked through me. My body flattened, going more and more limp. I must be related to those lizards up in the San Gabriels that crawl out on the flat rocks to sun themselves into a stupor. Interruptus4 Annette pushed me. "What?" I mumbled. She pushed me again. I looked at her. She held up a bottle of sun tan lotion. "Oil me?" she asked. I looked back to the blue sky over head and closed my eyes. "Please?" she begged. I sighed. "Not a good idea to burn yourself," I thought. "Yeah, okay," I said, sitting up. I put on my sunglasses and grabbed the lotion. "But after I do you, you have to do me. Deal?" I offered, squirting the white liquid into my hand. Annette smiled and wriggled a little deeper into the ground like a happy puppy. "Deal," she said. "Move your hair," I said and Annette flicked her gold locks over her head. I put the first puddle in the middle of her back and spread it around. Her tanned skin felt warm. The lotion turned to shiny, transparent oil quickly like a pad of melting butter in a pan. The muscle definition in her back was too good to be true. I could see everything. "You should model for one of those gym's up in Venice," I said, "Your back is amazing." I added more lotion and got her sides. Her body rocked slowly on the towel as I rubbed a little deeper, a little harder. "That feels good, Deb," she moaned as I finished her back. "Get my neck, too?" she asked. I added more lotion to my hands and massaged it into her neck. I squeezed the muscles near the top of her shoulders and spread the lotion out over her shoulders in slow, little circles, going over parts that I had already done. Little sighs and moans from Annette encouraged me to make this massage a good one. The untanned "V" of her butt was very tantalizing. Her constant running had made it rock hard, ridges of muscle running right along the edges of the "V." I poured the lotion on her butt and kneaded it in with my fingers. Annette moaned. I moved to her legs. The best asset of Annette's body, they always attracted attention when she chose to show them off. Long, sculpted with lean muscle, certainly I was envious. But as before, I decided to massage her thighs last and deepest. When I started on the one nearest me, I noticed her hips press firmly into the sand. Annette spread her thighs apart a little. I watched as her pink labia came into view. "No wonder boys loved this view," I thought. As I continued the massage, Annette started rocking her hips against the ground more and more. She also spread her thighs more. The outer lips of her pussy glistened in the sun. I looked up at Annette. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply through her open mouth now. "Okay, time to do the front. Turn over," I announced. I chuckled as Annette quickly and dutifully turned over smiling. She was eager. Brushing her hair out of her face, her eyes squinted a little against he onslaught of the bright sun. She settled her arms by her sides and rocked her shoulders back a couple of times, pointing her nipples straight up. "Those scrumptious nipples," I thought. Right in the center of her small breasts, her nipples were as stiff as I'd seen them, as long as the last joint of my little finger, pinkish-red and exquisitely hard. I thought about running my tongue over them, but I threw that thought out of my head. "That will come. Finish the sunscreen first," I thought. I finished her legs quickly; just covering to protect against burn, then I started with her flat belly and worked outwards from there. I saved her breasts and mound for last. The dessert, you know. I smiled at the thought. I sealed the bottle after filling my hands with as much lotion as I could. I stretched one knee over Annette's hips, the gentle breeze chilling my pussy, telling me just how wet I'd become seducing my friend. Annette's eyes flicked open for a second and she smiled. I gently placed both my hands on each of her breasts. Her nipples poked against my palms like little candies. I rubbed the oil in deeply moving my palms in slow circles. On each pass, I pushed the heels of my palms a little firmer into the bottom of her breasts, gently teasing them to bulge. Annette was breathing harder now, her mouth sucked air in suddenly when I took her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and gently twisted. I pulled them to the ends, then started at the bottom and stroked to the top, again and again as I had seen her doing to herself when masturbating. "Oh, Deb...oh yeah," she said breathlessly. Her hands were on my knees. I could feel her thighs rhythmically tightening together beneath me. I took my time. My mind told me to go to the next step, but I decided to make this last. As I milked Annette's nipples, I looked down the beach. A flock of seagulls were doing "touch and go" landings on the sand not too far away. Reeds on top of the sanddunes rocked in the light breeze. I looked the other way. The house stood there looking as dark as it had all afternoon. I could just hear the chimes tinkling from the garden. "Oh, oh, oh!" cried Annette and a little shudder ran through her body. Her hips rocked against my bottom. I looked down at her. Her blue eyes were open, but glazed over with a lustful sheen. I gently took her hands and brought her fingers to my mouth sucking on first her thumbs, then her forefingers making them drip with saliva. I placed her hands on her breasts. Then, I bent down to her nipples. I opened my mouth wide and sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. "Oh God yeah," was all Annette could muster intelligibly. She had given herself to me and I was going to make the most of it. I put my hand over hers and squeezed her breast, my lips sliding to the nipple, sucking to the tip and back again. In my mind's eye, I pretended it was a peppermint stick that I needed to pull milk through, an old image from elementary school. I found a nice rhythm, timing my bobbing head to her breathing. I got to the top and pinched her nipple with my fingers as I moved my mouth to her other breast. It, too, I swallowed and continued the slow pace of milking her with my mouth. Soon, her hips were bumping against my butt in a continual cadence, urging me to pay attention. I pinched the second nipple, moving her hands to take my place. "Almost finished," I teased and swirled my tongue on her breastbone. I raised my head and licked in long strokes taking me to her belly button. I put my tongue in as far as the little shell would have it and pushed against her tummy, making my tongue ring the edge. My lips smacked with a little salty taste from her and the ocean. I carefully placed one knee then the other between her legs. She spread her legs wide for me, her hips still trying to reach. I gently kissed her right, then her left hip, following with a light tracing of her groin down to her buttocks with my tongue. Annette shivered as I passed her pussy. Her labia were swollen and parted deliciously. I reached up to her stomach and spread some of the oil down over her mound, making it glisten like the rest of her. What little golden curls of pubic hair she had shone like glitter in the sunlight. Annette's breathing had quieted. She was waiting. I placed my hands beside her pussy and opened it. The light pink interior was beautiful. Her wetness flowed down onto my thumbs. I pushed a little higher and her prominent clit popped into view. I looked closely at it, my warm breath washing over her. I slowly ran my tongue along her lips like I was licking up the moisture there. She had a delightful taste; like her bellybutton, a mixture of her natural juice and the sea. I took one of her petals between my lips and sucked it into my mouth, chewing it with my lips. I switched to the other. A moan escaped from Annette above me. A hand touched my head. I looked up. Annette's head was raised, watching me. Her brow furrowed, questioning. She grabbed my hair gently and pulled my mouth to her pussy. I stroked my tongue along her, brushing up to her clit with the rough part of my tongue. Annette closed her eyes tightly and lowered her head back. I knew she wouldn't last long. I raised up on one elbow, pulled back the little flap of skin and sucked her clit into my lips. "Oh, fuck!" she yelled and began humping my face with her hips, her hands still holding my head in place. Her clit slid into the tight ring of my lips as her thrusting continued. I dropped my other hand and gently wriggled one then two fingers into her. It was like sinking my fingers into warm, wet pudding. "Oh, Debbie...Oh!" Annette cried, "Your mouth...your mouth...feels so...wicked!" My fingers steadily pumped into Annette as her hips pressed into my face. I flatted out my tongue, licking against her clit. A rhythmic series of grunts sounded from Annette and I turned my eyes upwards. She was staring at me, her mouth open; her face locked in that indistinguishable grimace of pleasure-pain. I sucked her clit into my mouth and held it there. She yelled out. Her whole body tensed for a moment: her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her back arched pushing her tits in the air. She grabbed my hair and pulled me against her. The arch crumbled. Her body rolled with convulsions. Her legs wriggled. Her arms flailed by her sides. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her hips bucked, then slowed. Her grip on my head lightened. I continued lightly stoking her with my tongue until she didn't move. Her breathing swelled her stomach as she settled down. Her hands tugged at me, pulling me higher. I crawled on top of her and her mouth came to mine, licking my face and lips, cleaning her own juices off of me. I fell into her arms and kissed her, loving the warm embrace, loving the pounding of my heart against hers, loving this beautiful woman, this beautiful friend. "That was delicious," she purred, "Jesus, think of all the time we could have been doing this." I laughed. "Maybe we weren't ready for this?" I said, "Maybe, it couldn't happen before now." I rolled on my side, next to her. She smiled and opened her eyes. The look on her face made me feel warm inside as though our hearts were connected to one another. She brought her hand to my face and brushed a little sand away from it, then pushed her fingers into my hair. "I'm glad it has, Debbie," she said, "I'm so glad it's with you." She hugged me close and kissed my face. I relaxed into her arms and laughed inside. Annette rolled onto her back pulling me along. "Come here. Come here," she urged. She pulled at my leg making me sit up. She pulled my leg across her belly, turning my back towards her. "What are you up to?" I asked. I could see her feet scrambling to pull her body lower, underneath me. I rose up on my knees as she slid out from under me. At the last moment, she stopped moving. Her arms went around my hips, pulling them down. My pussy settled into a hot pool. Her tongue flicked out of it and over my clit. "Oh, oh, Annette!" I cried, closing my eyes. I grabbed my tits and squeezed hard. A quick shudder ran through my belly. "Oh fuck, that's good," I whispered. Annette was flicking her tongue alternately against my clit's hood and underneath it. I could hear the smacking of her mouth. I opened my eyes and looked down. Her body was laid out before me, her knees open and drawn up. The wonderful pussy I had just loved, open and wet. I arched my back and rode her mouth. Her hands pulled my hips down and she sunk her tongue deeply into me. I tensed as it wriggled like a snake inside my pussy. I pinched my nipples like hard little berries ready to burst. I rode Annette's face gently like this for several moments. Attempting to delay the inevitable, I opened my eyes. The waves were glassy. The shorebreak was at least five feet. I couldn't think. My mind was delirious with lust for what was happening. One of Annette's hands left my hips. I looked down as it brushed her belly, her pubic hair and settled a finger between her pussy lips. She began fucking her finger in-and-out quickly, trying to come again. Her hips rose off the ground in opposite action to her finger descending. I could feel her breathing increase in the hot air streaming out of her nose and flowing across my ass. Tingles of delight played up-and-down my back. My breasts swelled tightly as my hips continued to rock against the hot mouth licking my clit. I was panting now as though I were running instead of kneeling. I almost fell sideways and had to catch myself with one hand in the sand. Surprised, I opened my eyes and watched Annette push two fingers inside her. Then, it occurred to me. Something we hadn't tried. I leaned forward slowly making sure I didn't lose contact with the delicious feeling between my legs. My other hand touched the sand next to Annette's waist. I reached down and gently moved Annette's hand away from her pussy. My breasts pressed against her tummy. Her hard little nipples pushed into my belly. I kissed the hood of her clit, then wetting my lips; I sucked her labia into my mouth. Annette pushed her hips into my face. My whole bodyweight was on her. Her tongue danced up-and-down my slit. I didn't know which end of me was happier. I could feel a numbness start to rise in my legs. Then, it passed through my back. The tightening inside my hips began to throb. I lapped at Annette's pussy with long steady strokes, trying to return pleasure for pleasure. My body started to buck against the continuous onslaught of Annette's mouth. My whole crotch tingled for a moment as Annette moaned into my pussy and drove her tongue deep into me. I grunted loudly and bore down on her. I came on her tongue. My pussy clutched again and again trying to get more of that slippery worm inside. I screamed into her crotch from the intense pleasure. I clutched her ass pulling her to me, sucking her clit into my mouth. "Debbie!" Annette screamed. Her body started bucking underneath me. Her fingers dug deeply into my butt. I wasn't feeling any pain. Wave after wave of pleasurable electricity washed through me, shocking me again and again. Goosebumps ran up and down my arms and legs. I trembled against my best friend, my lover. If only plugging into a wall socket could do this, we'd be a nation of suicides. I stiffened and rocked, rocked and stiffened. Annette's body slapped against mine for...I couldn't tell how long. Finally, a warmth washed over me and I came to rest; my cheek against her thigh, my eyes closed, her steady breathing pressing into my breasts. I wanted to move, but felt like I couldn't. All the energy gone. All the urgency finished. My breathing was steady and deep. Annette pushed my hip up and I gently rolled over onto the towels. The brightness of the sun surprised me and I threw an arm across my face. Annette curled up beside me, lay her head against my shoulder and put an arm across me. We lay like that for a while. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were watching me. She smiled. "I think you killed me," she chuckled, her wonderful low laugh. "I feel so good right now that all I want to do is sleep and think about what just happened," she said, "I must be dead. In my life, nothing feels this good." I smiled at her and took a deep breath. "You do. This does. We...do," I said. My other arm around her shoulders hugged her close. I gently kissed the top of her head, relaxed back into the sand for a moment and promptly fell asleep. Interruptus5 Dark clouds line the horizon to the south. The wind has picked up since morning. Driving along the coast highway, Linda watches the palm trees begin to sway with the offshore winds. She looks down at her hands on the wheel. Lifting her right hand, she notices it's shaking. She puts it back on the wheel, too nervous to take her eyes off the road again. "What are you doing, Linda?" She glances in the mirror, looking for answers in her sunglasses. The clock on the dash reads three-seventeen. Her store wouldn't close for another four hours, but she couldn't wait. She had to leave early. Her assistant needed to learn how to close anyway. She couldn't pass up the opportunity. Perhaps they were there. Just maybe. Her mind drifts back to this morning in the shop. The two girls - two strangers from across the border, but the one girl… Linda bites her lip thinking of her. The one girl looks incredible in the swimsuit that she had designed. It's one of her favorites from her shop's collection, but she'd never met anyone, not even any of the models at the spring show with the body that the suit fit - never, not until today. "Deborah," she says softly. She remembers being called into the changing room and witnessing her striking body. Just the memory of her turning around, showing off the suit brings goosebumps to her arms, her nipples echo the taughtness, curling into little knots. Unconsciously, her right hand drifts off the wheel and onto her thigh, gently smoothing her skirt. And then she had taken it off - her beautiful breasts, her trimmed pussy and her ass, oh, what a prefect ass. Linda moans as her fingers press her mons through her skirt and panties. Her heart begins to beat rapidly. She pushes her hips forward on the seat and lets her knees drift open. The girls had taken several outfits back into the changing room, but it had been too long, hadn't it? I wasn't snooping. I knocked twice with no answer and then…then pulled the curtain aside. They were making love. Linda pulls her skirt up with her hand, pressing the flesh gently on the inside of her thigh. She reaches her crotch. Like a little furnace, her pussy was hot and wet, very wet. Her fingers begin tiny little circles. In Linda's mind she could see Deborah on her back on the couch with her knees spread and the other girl…what was her name…was licking, licking Deborah's pussy. Not little licks, not flicks of her tongue, she delved deep, eating into her pussy, that beautiful pussy. Linda's fingers work their way under her panties, pushing aside the crotch. She feels the coolness of the air-conditioner vent blow on her lips. She slowly drags a finger up and down her slit, getting it wetter and wetter. Her breathing grows heavier and her heart beats faster as though it's trying to run away. "Where is the turnoff?" Linda looks impatiently down the ocean side of the road. Then slowly, she saw Deborah began to arch her back, pushing her crotch into the other girl's face, moaning as she did. She caressed her breasts with both hands, pausing to pinch and twist her nipples. She raised her head and looked down at what was being done to her pussy and then, she looked up and she saw me, those green eyes holding my gaze for a moment…a brief moment. Linda moans loudly as she sinks two fingers into her pussy thinking of the morning scene and begins to steadily pump them in and out, fucking herself as the image of the two girls plays in her mind. She looks down, watching her fingers sink inside and withdraw alternately compressing and expanding her labia, slick with her juices. Her hips buck against her hand as the remembers the tongue of one girl licking the slit of another. In the daydream, the lovely Deborah pinched her eyes shut and clutched at her boobs, slapping her hips up from the couch, the other girl desperately trying to ride out the waves of orgasm that ripped through that beautiful ass. BEEP! BEEEEP! A horn honks loudly. Linda looks up. Her car has drifted across the line, heading straight for the grill of a truck! She grabs the wheel, spinning it right and slams on the brakes! WHOOSH! The truck rushes by, flying up the highway. Linda's car flies off the highway, sliding, fishtailing through the gravel and sand along the shoulder. Her car grinds to a stop, a hundred feet off the roadway. Linda looks up from underneath her sunglasses and watches the truck race away behind the cloud of dust she's kicked up. Her heart beats a mile-a-minute. Sweat drips off her brow and runs between her breasts. Ten feet out the driver's side window is a street sign "Punto de las Sirenas." Linda exhales deeply and blinks hard twice, shaking her head. Ten minutes later, Linda's car comes to the end of the cul-de-sac where her father's house begins. Parked next to the driveway entrance is a blue Miata with American plates. She stops and stares at it, making sure. Smiling, she pulls into the driveway. Linda parks and walks through the garden to the front door. She looks around the side of the house at the patio. She takes three steps out into the sand, but sees no one. Their car is here. Where are they? Inside, she runs upstairs to the room she's been occupying while her father is away on business, tending his vineyards in the south. Entering, she thows her purse on the bed and opens the blinds facing the beach. "Nothing. Where were…? Wait." She sees some movement in the waves. She grabs a pair of binoculars in the hall closet and goes back to the window. In the waves, perhaps six hundred meters away, she sees them playing. Someone drops down the face of the shorebreak and stands up on the sandbar after it passes, laughing and smiling - Deborah. Linda takes a seat on the end of the bed and watches them. Deborah's wearing Linda's suit. She looks amazing. Linda drops one hand from the binoculars and cups her breast, moaning. Shivers run up her back as she squeezes the plump appendage. "I've got to get down there." She drops the glasses on the bed and looks around her room. In the closet, she pulls open her suitcase and starts sifting through clothes. She pulls out a white one-piece bathing suit and holds it up to herself in front of the closet mirror. She smiles, then biting her finger, throws it on the bed. She pulls out the top to a bikini she hasn't worn all year. She can't find the bottoms. Determined, she dumps out the suitcase on the bed and sorts through everything. "There they are." She springs off the bed with both pieces and holds them up. "Oh my God." She'd forgotten the bottoms were a thong cut. Could she wear it? She puts the suit down, kicks off her heels and tears off her clothes. Eventually, she shimmies out of her panties and catches sight of herself in the mirror. She pauses, looking at herself. She takes a deep breath and throws her shoulders back, admiring her body. Her last boyfriend dumped her last Christmas, saying she was too fat. She turns around and looks at her ass - no fat around her tummy or waist. "Maybe my butt's too big." She pulls at her cheeks, trying to get them to sit higher. "Mature," she says, cocking her head to the side. She faces the mirror, putting one leg up on the bed. She'd always liked her legs - long and lean. "Runner's legs!" Her father had said. Closing her eyes, she thinks back to Deborah on the beach and her mind drifts back to the events of the morning. She wonders whether Deborah would find her attractive. She opens her eyes and looks in the mirror. She examines the tan lines around her boobs, putting her hands over them, covering the nipples. She cups them and holds them up like a bra would. Then, briefly, she imagines another soft pair of hands on her breasts, rubbing them softly, caressing them and then painted, shiny lips kissing the nipples. She smiles and laughs. "Me with a woman!" If it were to happen, she would have to tell her brother, Aldo. Linda and Aldo had grown up together in the south, in a house near the vineyards. It wasn't until they both moved out, that her parents had moved to Ensenada and kept a house here on the beach. She and her brother had always been the closest of friends, sharing all their secrets, all their dreams. Aldo had stayed in the south after she moved out, running their father's business when he was absent from it, making deals in other countries or staying here at the beach house, trying to slow his life down. Linda had moved out before Aldo, opening her shop in Ensenada and moving away from her closest friend. They still talked by phone once-in-a-while, but it just wasn't the same. She felt a little guilty as though she had left him holding the family business bag, but that was just her. Aldo assured her that he was fine with the arrangement. "After all," he had said, "It's not like we still don't love each other." True, Aldo, beautiful, handsome Aldo could charm the scales off of a snake. His dark curly hair, his deep brown eyes and the laughing smile that said he knew something that you didn't. She loved him. In fact, when he had started dating, Linda was worse than their father, asking about his girlfriends and what they did. She had been jealous, vying for the attention that had been hers. She had seen him once with one of his dates. On a sleepless night, she woke to find him kissing a naked girl in the living room. She had started to scold him, but then the girl had slid off the sofa to her knees and started sucking her brother's cock. She didn't know what to do. She was worried that her father or mother might wake and catch them, but she couldn't interrupt…this. It was too intimate and too exciting. Her body had started reacting, watching them and she went back to bed, desperately trying to forget what she had seen. Perhaps that was the end. Perhaps that was the little sliver of unshared secrecy that made them drift apart. Linda moved out the next summer. At the mirror, Linda once again looks at her body. Her breasts aren't as they once were - as firm as Deborah's, but they are larger, perhaps more feminine - more mature, not a girl's breasts any longer. The dark brown of her aureole become pink as her nipples rose in their centers. Her olive skin is certainly her best feature; even, smooth and unblemished. She picks up the top, fastening it in front of her and slides the cups around, positioning them just so over her breasts. She ties the top behind her neck, then turns right and left admiring the effect in the mirror. She smiles and puts on the thong, pulling the ties on the sides high over her hips. She turns around and looks at her ass. The thong disappears into the crevice between the round globes. Linda bites her lip and bounces her butt up and down. "Not bad, not bad." She walks to the window and puts the binoculars to her eyes again. The one girl is halfway across the beach, walking towards some palm trees. Deborah rides one last wave and starts running up the beach after her friend. Linda licks her lips watching them. When the first girl reaches some towels near the palm trees, she immediately takes her suit off. Linda inhales deeply, admiring the long blonde hair and athletic body - flat chested, but gorgeous long legs. She bends down to a beach towel and lays down, belly up. Deborah approaches and speaks to the other girl, then she looks right at Linda. Panicked, Linda ducks. "Did they see me?" she worries. She crawls over the bed to another window and slowly peeks outside. Deborah still watches the house, but pulls off her suit anyway. The curvy body comes into view that Linda had admired that morning in her shop. She licks her lips again and her heart beats a little quicker. Deborah lies down next to the other girl. Now, both girls are just visible over a small dune at the base of the trees. Suddenly, Deborah sits up and pours something from a bottle onto her hands. She begins putting lotion on her friend, but Linda can't see what the hands are doing. With the binoculars around her neck, she runs downstairs and looks out the back windows on the bottom floor. Nothing, the view is even worse. "The telescope!" Linda's father has a huge telescope in his study on the second floor. That room has one wall that was nothing but windows overlooking the point and the beach. She runs through the kitchen to the back staircase leading to the study. About halfway up the stairs, she hears something - someone's voice. Linda stops quickly like a deer and listens. She can't make out what it is, just some low murmuring. She turns the corner of the staircase and peeks over the top of the last stair. Someone is looking through the telescope while sitting in her father's high-backed leather chair. She can just see hands and hair, but who, who is it? Linda quietly climbs up one more stair, trying to get a better look. Thick black hair, black eyebrows, dark skin…a man leans forward to adjust the telescope - Aldo! Linda climbs back down the stairs and thinks. "What's he doing here?" She sneaks back up the stairs and looks again. There's no one else in the room that she can see, but the low murmuring continues. She climbs two more stairs trying to hear what he is saying. When the words finally come into focus, Linda stops and smiles. "Ooo, look at that ass. My God, how beautiful. Rub it, baby. Yeah, touch her butt. " She quickly climbs back down the stairs to the kitchen, her hand over her mouth. It is all she can do to keep from laughing out loud. Aldo is watching the two girls, just like me. She climbs the stairs again, watching carefully to make sure Aldo doesn't see her. At the top, she looks around and makes notes - Aldo in her father's chair, her father's desk and office, the wet bar, barstools and the sitting area. To her right, near the wet bar, was a big leather sofa. Linda quietly climbs to the top and slowly tiptoes to the couch and sits down. Aldo keeps a running commentary of what happens on the beach. "Turn over. Oh yeah, that's it. Jesus! Look at those nipples. Those are fucking hot. Yeah, baby, oil her up. Oil up your girlfriend." On the couch, Linda has a better view of her brother sitting in her father's chair even though he faces away from her now. She can see him clearly in the reflection off the dark, tinted glass of the windows facing the beach. Aldo is entranced watching the girls. "Oh, fuck yeah. Lick her tits, girl. Tongue them. Oh, ho! Just like that, yeah!" Aldo turns the leather chair towards the telescope and the lower half of his body slides into Linda's view. A stiff erection was sticks out of the opening in his trousers and he strokes it with his hand, slowly up and down as he babbles on. "These chicks are amazing. Look at her go for her babies' boobs. Munch 'em up, baby." Linda's mischievous demeanor quickly turns to shock. Her eyes widen and her mouth grows dry. She's afraid to move. "She's going down on her. Oh fuck! That's so hot!" Aldo sits back and stroks his cock faster now. It's head growing darker. The brown shaft trembles as his fist pumps it. He takes his other hand and puts it in his crotch, massaging his balls as he jacks off. Linda can't take her eyes off what her brother does. Her breath becomes more and more harsh flowing in and out of her mouth. She's never seen a man jack off before. Sure, she's seen pictures, but those were anonymous men, not someone she knew - not her brother. Her fingers move, brushing her leg. She looks down. Both hands are in her lap, one on her hip and one cups her mound. She feels the heat. She feels the moisture against the palm of her hand. Her nipples poke lewdly through the material hugging her breasts. She looks back at the man jacking off. The long brown shaft stretching and rocking in the leather chair. The intense look on the man's face as he works to make himself cum. Linda leans back on the sofa and relaxes, putting one foot up on the cushion. She closes her eyes tightly as her fingers push roughly into her crotch. It's like squeezing a ripe peach. Juices flow into the crotch of her suit. Her breath begins to cum in little trembling waves. She opens her eyes and looks down at her bottoms. The dark material betraying her arousal. She brings her long fingered hand up to her tummy and pushes down, her painted nails sliding beneath the elastic band and through her curly pubic hair until they slide into her slick canal. She watches as her suit bulges with the addition of her hand, and her middle finger slides along the top of her cleft and into her vagina. She exhales sharply when she feels contact with her constricted passage. Linda hears her brother sit forward in the chair. "Look at that, she's cumming on the girl's mouth. She's got her hands on the back of her head, fucking her pussy against her face. Oh man, oh man!" Aldo pumps with renewed vigor, looking into the telescope, all the while fisting his cock, his beautiful hard cock - up and down, up and down, pulling, stroking, jacking… Linda pulls her hand out of her bottoms, raises her butt off the couch and moves aside the crotch of the thong with both hands. She put two fingers of her left hand at the mouth of her vagina and pushes inward steadily until they're knuckle deep inside of her. As she starts sliding them in and out, her hips begin to rock in harmony. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling the charged sensations climbing up and down her body and quietly masturbating to the visions of her brother jacking off. "Do you know these girls, Linda?" Linda's interrupted reverie searches her mind for the answer to that as she continues to buck her hips in time with her hand. "Linda!" Her eyes fly open. Aldo stands in front of her, his hard cock in his hand, masturbating along with her. His eyes flick from her face to the fingers in her pussy. "I said, do you know these girls?" He looks her straight in the eye. Still shocked, she nods her head up and down. She looks down at his cock, now swollen, the head glistening from the windows' light. "Are they your lovers?" Puzzled, she shakes her head "No" still stealing glances at his dick. "How do you know them? Have you seen them do this before?" Linda is too far gone to stop. Her body starts to tense. Her legs shake. "Y-yes, at the shop. I saw them. I watched them." Her fingers continue to pump. Aldo glances at the binoculars lying on her tummy and smiles. "Oh, I see. You wanted to use the telescope." Linda looks at his cock. A drop of precum falls to the floor at his feet. "Yes." "You wanted to watch them again. Watch them make love." "Yes." Aldo steps closer. He's right beside Linda now, next to the couch, still stroking. He shakes his penis at her. "But you weren't expecting to see this. Were you, Linda?" "No. No, Aldo." Aldo steps in front of her and sits down on the coffee table across from Linda. He puts one hand behind him and leans back. He continues to jack his cock, breathing hard now through his mouth and watching her. Now, he sits right across from her, right between her knees. "It's not like you haven't seen it before." Linda looks at his eyes boring into hers. "I knew you were there, watching from the doorway when Gwen was blowing me on the couch. I saw you, watching." Linda's eyes flutter. Tremors climb up her stomach. A little orgasm trembles through her body as she presses her thumb tightly against her clit. Her breath comes back to her and she opens her eyes, watching her brother. "So, you do remember that night, I see." Linda nods weakly. "What do you remember, Linda? Tell me." Pictures of Aldo lying back with the young blonde girl between his legs come flying out of her mind. "I remember her…on the floor…sucking…licking…your, your…" "My cock, Linda. She was sucking my cock. She was good, too. But how about me, Linda, what was I doing?" More images appear in her min's' eye of Aldo lying on the couch, but his face, his eyes… Interruptus5 "You were looking at me, watching me watch you. You grabbed the girl's head and started fucking her mouth, but you looked at me." "How did that make you feel, Linda?" Linda was hot. Sweat dripped off her face. A little pool of moisture gathered in her belly button. Tremors roamed freely through her body as she masturbated in front of her brother. "Queasy, weak-kneed…like I feel now. I had to leave, Aldo, I had to." "Why Linda?" "I had to get out of the house. I couldn't stay there any more." "Why Linda?" Images fly through her mind; the girl on the floor looks up from sucking Aldo's dick and smiles at her. It's Linda. "Because I wanted to be Gwen. I wanted your love. I wanted to be with you. I wanted you, Aldo!" Aldo stands and pulls Linda up off the couch. He hugs her to him. Her arms go around his waist. "Oh Linda, you didn't have to leave. You're my girl, Linda. You've always been my love." Aldo pulls away from her. Linda opens her eyes and looks into his. His lips part. He moves forward slightly and stops, questioning. She puts her arms around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. A deep, loving kiss. Her pulls her to him, her breasts crushing against his chest. Her crotch presses against his stiff erection, throbbing against her. Aldo takes her hand from his neck and pushes it down to his cock; her fingers wrap themselves around the shaft. She breaks the kiss and looks down, seeing his penis in her hand. She looks back up at him. He smiles at her. Linda slides down his body to her knees before him. He sits back down on the coffee table. His cock, a vertical pole in her hand, glistening at the tip. Aldo looks at Linda and leans back on his elbows, watching her. A blob of cum suddenly globs out of the tip of his penis and runs over her fingers. She watches its progress, then without thinking, she licks it off the tip. Aldo moans. Linda looks up at him. She licks the head again - salty, musky, the scent permeates her mouth and swirls around her nostrils. She closes her mouth over the head, feeling the spongy hot texture of it slip past her lips, her teeth and deep onto her tongue. The realization hits her - she's sucking Aldo's cock. She opens her mouth as wide as she can and takes as much of the penis into her mouth as possible. Her fist tightly leads the way as she gets about half of it in her mouth. She slides her lips back up, coating the shaft thickly with saliva. Linda looks up and sees Aldo staring at her, marveling at her. He reaches out and touches her face gently. "I love you." Emotion flows through Linda. She shoves her mouth back down her brother's cock and begins jacking him with her hand, sucking him for all she's worth. His hips begin to respond, driving his shaft into her mouth as she continues to bounce his penis into her tight lips. "Linda. Linda. Stop. Wait. Linda. Stop." She takes her mouth off his penis and holds it tightly with her hand. "It's okay, Aldo. Please come in my mouth. I want you to." "No, not yet, Linda. Wait." Aldo stands and pulls Linda with him. He walks them both over to the telescope. Linda looks at him questioningly. "Look through the telescope and tell me what you see. Watch them." Linda looks at the telescope and back to her brother. "This is what you want?" "Just do it, Linda. Please." Linda bends over and grabs the eyepiece, then focuses with her other hand. Quickly, sharply Deborah comes into view. Her head is thrown back. She's naked, glistening in the sunshine. Underneath her, the other girl has her head between Deborah's legs, licking her pussy. Linda inhales sharply. Aldo's voice comes from behind her. "Tell me what you see." Linda thinks for a moment. "The girl with the brown hair is on her knees, naked. Her friend is on the towel beneath her, licking her." Aldo moans. Linda feels his hands on her back. Then her top springs free, off her breasts. She pulled up. "What are you doing?" He stares at her tits. "Just getting you more comfortable. Keep telling me what's happening." Linda looks back in the eyepiece. Deborah now has her hands on her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. Aldo pushes at Linda's feet, spreading her legs apart. She feels her bottoms being lowered down her legs. The thong slides from between her cheeks. "Lift your right foot, Linda." Aldo pulls her bottoms off her foot. "Go ahead, what are they doing now?" "The one girl is still licking the other, lying below her. The girl on top is touching herself, playing with her…ooooh!" Linda jerks as she feels Aldo's tongue slide between her labia. She moans. The tongue flicks between her butt and then licks her all the way to her clit, circling it there. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth wide. "Oh, Aldo, that feels so good." He stops and pulls away. "Tell me what they're doing." His tongue sinks deeply into her vagina as his fingers pull her open. The rough texture of his tongue alternates with the slickness of his saliva as he pushes into her bottom again and again. Linda opens her eyes just in time to see Deborah lie forward and put her head between the other girls' legs. "The girl on top has started eating the girls who's eating her. She's licking her. They're in a sixty-nine." Aldo stops licking her pussy and she feels his hands on her hips, caressing her butt. "Her little pink tongue darts out and flicks the other girl's pussy. They're really getting into it now. Their hips are starting to…" She feels it - the unmistakable pressure of a hard cock, pushing along her slick pussy. She moans. "Oh, Aldo…oh my God. I…I don't…oh God. Please…I don't…" Linda babbles as her brain fights with her pussy. Aldo has the answer she wants. She feels the pressure of his cock for a brief moment right at the mouth of her vagina, then his hands pull roughly at her hips - then, pressure laces its way up inside of her, spreading her open as though someone was filling her insides with a hot, hydraulic pump. She lets go of the telescope and focuses on Aldo's cock sinking into her, closing her hands over the top of his. He pulls out and sinks it home again. This time she feels his penis pass her sensitive spot, squeezing his cock as it does. A tension begins to build between her hips. "God, he is so thick, so hard, so delicious," she thinks. She straightens a little and pushes back onto the cock as it pushes forward, fucking back with all she has. Her ass bounces against his hips. She closes her eyes to concentrate on the sensation. Her mind is devoid of anything but the pleasure she receives between her legs. She rocks against the invading beast, spreading her legs and pulling the cheeks of her ass apart, welcoming it to venture deeper. "Fuck me, God, fuck me. Fuck me hard." A voice cries. It takes her a moment to realize it's her own. "You feel too good, Linda. Your pussy is so lovely, so tight. Yes, spread your ass for me, sister. Let me love you." Aldo continues to pound away at Linda, driving his glistening shaft as deep as it could go with each and every thrust. Linda can't talk, she can only grunt as the shaft squeezes into her relentlessly. A band of muscle tightens in her hips. With each thrust, she pushes back at the pressure, making it disappear momentarily, but there it is again every time the cock withdraws. Linda pushes down against it, but it grows larger, pulling at her stomach, pulling at her chest. Her breathing starts convulsing now, coming in heaving gasps. She starts a low growl deep in her throat as her brother drives into her. "Fuck, Linda. I…I can't hold it. I can't keep…oh, God. Linda!" She felt the sudden difference, the sperm flooding into her canal - the new slickness of the lubricant, releasing some of the pressure inside her. Aldo was coming inside her pussy. Her eyes roll back into her head and she cums, crying loudly. Moaning. Panting. Her legs feel weak, but she keeps driving back onto the cock…the cock she's wanted for all these years, the cock that belongs to her - Aldo's cock, her brother's cock. Aldo falls backwards onto the desk. Linda collapses to the floor. She rolls on her side there, her legs still wide apart. She tries to catch her breath. It as though she has just finished running on the beach. She looks up at Aldo - his cock still stuck out in front of him. His eyes are closed. Sperm drips in long strands from the end of his penis, some of it running down the sides. He opens his eyes and looks down at her looking at him. Breathing heavily, he smiles. Linda could feel the cum running down her leg, pooling on the floor behind her father's desk. She reaches up, grabbing the chair and pulls herself up on her knees. She leans forward and grabbed Aldo's penis, popping it into her mouth. He jumps and tries to pull away, yelling, but she holds him, tasting the salty sperm as it wafts down her tongue and tasting herself, the taste she's gotten to know from masturbating all those months since Christmas, alone, without a lover. She pops her brother's cock out of her mouth and smiles up at him. "Thank you, Aldo. That was wonderful." He holds his chest and looks down at his beautiful sister. "You are going to give me a heart attack doing that, do you know?" She laughs at him, stands up and looks through the telescope once again. "They're lying still, side-by-side now. I think they must have finished. It looks like they might be asleep. No…wait." On the beach, the blond haired girl, the one whose name escapes her, stands up and starts dressing. She puts on her swimsuit and grabs a towel from the beach bag nearby. "One girl's up. She's kissing the other girl, who I think is still asleep. And…oh shit!" Linda turns around and looks at Aldo, who is still trying to recover. "She's coming towards the house. Quick, help me clean up!" Aldo leans forward, grabs Linda and kisses her quick. "Tell you what. You leave this mess to me. I'll clean it up. Why don't you go down to your friends and say 'Hi?' I'll be fine here." "You sure?" "Yeah, I can always pop in later and say hello." Linda smiles and kisses Aldo's lips. "Okay, but don't be running off. I'm not through with you by a long shot." Aldo chuckles. Linda pulls her bottoms up, re-ties her top and runs down the kitchen stairs eagerly making her way to the beach. Interruptus "Oh! Fuck!" she hissed. Her hips started bucking up on her fingers, more like her pussy was fucking her hand than the other way around. She took her gaze off of the video and started watching her own pussy get fucked by her hand. Her mouth opened in a little "O" while her breath came in gasps. I watched Annette. She looked so, so sexy. I'd never seen anyone so into fucking themselves. Her eyes grew wider as she added a third finger into her tight pussy. I started really fingering myself in earnest, not caring if she saw me now. I unbuttoned my top and start pinching my nipples. They were as hard as rocks. As I pinched them, little electric shocks started going through my breasts and straight to my cunt. "Oh, Annette, fuck...this is so exciting!" I blurted out. Annette snapped out of her masturbatory reverie and looked at me. Her eyes looked me up-and-down. First at my exposed tits, then at my hand in my bottom; obviously fucking my pussy. "You're...you're beautiful!" she hissed staring at what my fingers were doing to my tits. Ding dong! The sound came from the video. We both looked up. Gary was jacking his cock so fast that is hand was a blur and one finger was stuck in his asshole, but he stopped. He looked at the door of his bedroom. "Gary? Are you there?" said a female voice, "Gary? I need to get Mom's new phone number!" Gary looked at his bursting cock and back to the door; confused. A menu came up: 1) Gary finishes 2) Gary answers the door. We had both stopped what we were doing. I made little lazy circles on my clit. Annette got the remote and looked back at me, "What shall we finish to? What do you feel like?" I cleared my brain for a second. "Finish?" I thought. Annette was suggesting that she and I continue to masturbate together. "Is that okay?" I wondered. "Fuck it," I thought. "I want to see who's at the door," I said, "Okay with you?" "Sure," said Annette, "I could cum watching the News, right now." Rrriiiinnngggg! Riiinnnggg! "Ah, shit!" yelled Annette. She wrapped her robe around her and went into the kitchen. I looked back at the screen. Gary was in mid-stroke with a comical look on his face. "Hey! What's up?" said Annette to someone on the phone, "Nothing. Just watching a video. What do you want?" She walked out of the kitchen with a portable phone and sat on the couch. "Who is it?" I mouthed. She shook her head and half-frowned. "No way. We were just finishing it. No way! We have to get up early and it's getting late already. Okay. Okay. Yeah. Bye!" and she hung up. "Who was it?" I asked. "John, he wanted to know what we were doing," she said. "John? And what did you tell him?" I said indignantly. "I told him we were watching a video, that's all. He wanted to come over and I told him 'No' and that was that!" she said, "Don't be so paranoid. What would I tell him anyway, about what we've been doing?" I looked her in the eyes, "I don't know. What would you tell him? What have we been doing?" She stopped and her forehead scrunched up for a second. "Just getting off!" she said, "We both wanted to, and now we're doing it, or at least, we were doing it." She got up off the sofa and walked to the kitchen. "I'm going to put the answering machine on," said Annette. She came back a moment later with her hands in the pockets of her robe and her head down. She sat down on the sofa cross-legged and looked at me. My tits were still out and my hand was still in my bottoms. She glanced at my tits and looked at my hand. "I liked it. I liked doing what we were doing," she began, "How about you? Did you like it?" I thought for a minute. I pictured Annette as she was just a minute ago with both hands making her cum. I smiled. "Yeah, that was very exciting," I said. "I liked watching you play with your tits. They're so big and firm and sexy," she said. I looked down at my boobs. The nipples had gotten soft again, but my boobs still felt full. "What did you like about watching me?" I asked and smiled. "Well, just the way you would milk them and play with them," she answered, "It really looked sexy, just like a porn movie." "Really?" I said and put my hands underneath my tits, "Do you think I could be a porn star?" I started playing with my tits, but this time I was doing it for Annette, "Do you think you would pay money to watch me?" Annette stared at my tits, her mouth open. "Uh huh," she whispered and she started rubbing her thighs through her robe. "What would you like to see me doing most? Playing with my tits, like this?" And I really pushed my boobs together and twisted the now-hard nipples, "Or...?" And I stuck my hand in my bottoms and started fingering my pussy again, "Or fucking my pussy?" Mmmmm, this felt real good. Annette looked hypnotized. She stared at what my hand was doing in my PJs and licked her lips. "If it's going to be my choice, I think I'd like to see you," she said. "See me? You mean naked?" I asked and pumped my finger in-and-out of my pussy a couple of times. Annette looked me in the eyes and sat up on her knees. She reached out to me and took the robe off my shoulders. I kept touching my breasts and caressing my pussy. She unbuttoned the last button on my top. "Lift your arms for a sec," she said and I did. She slid my top off. I arched my back, stretching it and pushing my tits out, then relaxed back into the cushions. Annette got off the couch, reached over and grabbed the waistband of my PJ bottoms. "Can you lift up for me?" she asked politely. I lifted my ass and felt the rush of silk as the bottoms went down my legs. Now, I was naked. Annette stood in front of me. "Now that I'm undressed, what did you want to see, Annette?" I teased. "I want to see you touch yourself," she said, "I want to see your fingers in your pussy." I pressed my boobs together slowly and slid my hands down to my lap. I placed one foot up on the sofa and left one on the floor; opening my pussy wide to her view. "Mmmmm, you're so beautiful. I love your little mohawk and your pussy is perfect," Annette sighed. I slid one finger into my pussy deeply and moaned as I brushed my G spot. I wet a finger on my other hand and started circling my clit mimicking what I saw her do to her own pussy earlier. "Ohhhhh, mmmmmmmm..." I moaned. I looked up at Annette and she bit her lip looking down at me fingering myself. She sat back down on the couch and watched me. I slowly drew my finger in and out of my pussy. She dropped her robe and sat cross-legged. Her pussy lips pink and open. She reached down and pulled up on the top of her vagina, popping the hood off of her clit. It was long. Just like her nipples. It was at least three-quarters of an inch; like a miniature version of a penis. She licked her fingers and started pinching her long nipples again with one hand while stroking her clit with the other. We sat like this for some time watching each other get more and more excited. My pussy was dripping. I could feel the moisture seeping down to my asshole. I slipped second finger in my pussy. Annette's eyes widened at this. I started stroking my clit a little faster; my breathing becoming more ragged. My boobs ached. They had not been excited like this for so long and for such a length of time. I could feel my heartbeat in them. My nipples were rock hard. Annette just stared at my pussy. "Annette?" I said. "Yeah?" she said not taking her eyes off of my pussy. "Would you mind touching my tits again? They really, really need to be touched," I said. Annette looked up and me. I couldn't have been more sincere. Annette stopped masturbating and raised her hands up, looking for someplace to wipe them off. "Annette! It's okay, just play with my tits, please," I whined. Annette got on her knees and started pinching my nipples gently. Her face was inches from my chest as she leaned over me. Sweat ran off of my face and down between my breasts. I rubbed my clit faster. "Yessss, that feels so good," I said. I moaned again as she started milking my tits, rubbing them top to bottom; her palms over the nipples. I could feel the tingling in the back of my vagina starting. My hand was a blur over my clit. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum. Oh!" I yelled. Annette looked me in the eyes. My pussy was starting to spasm around my fingers. Then, she did something I didn't count on. She cupped her hands under my breasts and looking me in the eye, lowered her mouth to my right nipple and licked it. "What? What are you...? Oh!" I gasped. She licked all around my nipple and then sucked as much of my tit into her mouth as she could. "Annette, what? Stop. Oh shit! Don't...don't...Oh, fuck! Yeah. Suck my tits! Oh, fuck!" She squeezed my tits and sucked my nipples hard. My body convulsed. My hips spasmed forward. I threw my legs around Annette and pulled her to me. Her mouth never left my nipples. "Oh! Oh! Fuck yeah! Ohhhhhh....." I yelled. Mmmmmmmm....my orgasm slowly spasmed to a halt. I lay there for several quiet minutes as my heart slowed down with Annette lying between my legs and my fingers still buried in my pussy. Annette continued to suckle my nipples. I cleared my sex-shrouded mind and looked at her. She was still chewing on my nipples but her pretty blue eyes were locked on mine. Her tummy was resting against my hands. I was the first to speak. "That was intense. I think I blacked out for a minute" I gasped. "What made you do that?" She smiled and said, "I've been wanting to do this since I saw you masturbating in the shower earlier after the beach." "You...you saw me?" I asked. "Yeah, you were so erotic. Your boobs all covered in suds, and your fingers rubbing your pussy. It made me wet!" she said. I smiled, took my hands off my pussy and hugged her to me. I looked up at the screen and laughed. Gary was still frozen in time looking at his stiff cock with a comical look on his face. Annette looked and giggled, "We never let him finish!" "I guess we got a little busy, didn't we?" I laughed. "Yeah," she answered and looked up at me grinning. "Well, then...," I added, "...I think it's time we got a little busy with you then." She smiled her devil smile at me. "Shouldn't we?" I asked.