2 comments/ 76870 views/ 3 favorites Spring Break By: britster It was a hot night in Myrtle Beach but that did not stop me from wanting to dance. After a day lying on the beach and swimming, I was ready for some f-u-n. I had found the ideal outfit while cruising along the Boardwalk shops; a satin-like tank top and matching running short set in a bright aquamarine color that made my sun-bronzed skin seem to glow. A skimpy white thong and some sandals and I was ready for the evening. As I walked into the air-conditioned nightclub, the pounding of the music was so profound that I could feel it in my bones. The chill in the air made my nipples stand and gave me goose pimples along my arms and legs. I needed to get the old blood moving so I made my way straight to the dance floor. Like most places, there was one area were all the dancers were women, dancing either as singles or in some loose pack. I moved to the edge of one such pack and began to move with the beat of the bass line. As the music swept through me I closed my eyes and gave myself over to it, shifting my body in joyous celebration. As I had danced, the pack had moved and flowed around me, placing me at the center. I sensed another woman moving close behind me and then felt her breasts against my back and her hands on my hips. We moved together in a sensuous grind as the others swirled about us. Her hands began to move up along my flanks and then underneath the tank top, grazing the underside of my breasts. In a wicked mood, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensation as her hands brushed across my erect nipples, sending shock waves through my entire body. Emboldened by my acceptance, she began to stroke and pinch my nipples as I ground my ass against her groin. Another of the women moved up against my front as we swayed to the music. Her hands moved upwards along my legs and under the rear of my running shorts to cup my buns. Between the hands on my breasts and the ones caressing my ass, I was really becoming aroused, and the verge of climaxing right there on the dance floor. The woman behind me began to kiss the side of my neck as the one in front of me pressed her lips to mine, her tongue darting between my lips to tease my own. The song ended and we reluctantly separated as the band put down their instruments and began a break. We moved over to a table in the corner and I was handed a chilled white wine. As I sipped the wine I observed my dance partners, two of the older girls in my sorority at college. The one who had been behind me was Ingrid, an absolute knockout of Scandinavian beauty – almost six feet tall, long blonde hair so pale it was almost white, eyes so blue they looked like pieces of the sky, perfect body barely concealed by her halter top and shorts. Her roommate Veronica (Ronnie) was the other – petite, raven haired, green eyed – also dressed provocatively in a micro-mini of electric blue. While the band’s rest break came to a close, we talked about college and the sorority. They both had seen me at pledge week and at the induction, but had not had any opportunity to seek me out during the spring term. They could not believe their eyes when I came into the club; I was the last person they had expected to see in Myrtle Beach during spring break. Most freshmen went home. I explained that I was planning of heading home on Monday but intended to enjoy a few days of fun and sun before then. They both promised to help me meet those goals as the band started up again. As we returned to the dance floor, Ingrid and I gathered around Ronnie. I was unsure about being too forward on the dance floor. But Ingrid soon had Ronnie swaying against her. I moved along behind her and then reached a tentative hand to caress Ronnie’s hip. The silky material of her dress made it feel like I was touching her bare skin and I had this overwhelming flash of what it must be like to actually caress that smooth flesh. Almost of had been, its own volition, my hand moved down her side and under the hem of that mini to find that Ronnie, like myself, preferred thongs. Her naked buttock was as silky as her dress even smoother than I had imagined. The next dance number found Ingrid in the middle of us, and made a point of seeking her firm proud breasts by easing my hands in at the sides of her halter, cupping them like a living bra. I rubbed their hard points between my thumb and fingers, causing her to groan a little as I tweaked them harder. Meanwhile Ronnie was stroking the insides of Ingrid’s thighs, her fingers brushing the outer edge of her shorts. There was no doubt where this evening was heading. Whenever we danced, we found ever opportunity to touch one another. Occasionally another woman would join in, but for the most part, it was if the three of us were alone. We paid no attention to those around us, but I am quite sure we put on quite a show for everyone there. Finally, we knew it was time to leave the club. We walked out onto the Boardwalk and turned along the beachfront. It was agreed that I would join them at their hotel because it was closer and they had a larger room with a better view of the beach. We would stop every so often to kiss and touch one another, keeping the juices flowing and the fires burning. We entwined in the elevator since we had it to ourselves. Ingrid pulled my top off and she and Ronnie soon began to suckle my nipples. I pulled Ingrid’s halter aside and fondled one breast while my other hand explored Ronnie’s delightful derriere. When the doors parted at the correct floor, we ran down the hall to their room, still half naked. Once the door closed, Ronnie pulled her dress off over her head and Ingrid and I shucked off our shorts. We all fell onto the king sized bed and resumed our kissing and caressing. I captured Ingrid’s right breast with my mouth, pulling and biting her nipple with my teeth. Ronnie was busy stroking and caressing my sides and breasts, pinching the nipples and then kissing and sucking them. Ingrid pulled away from me and then moved my arm upwards toward the head of the bed just as Ronnie did the same with my right arm. They each tied my hands to the headboard with soft scarves, trapping me. I had never done this and I found the idea both scary and exhilarating. They each began to slowly caress my body, Ingrid the left side and Ronnie the right. Without a word, they tugged my thong down my legs baring my trimmed pubis to their gaze. Then they tied my ankles with other scarves. I was now trapped, completely exposed to their gaze and whatever their intentions were. Now they both began to kiss each other, caressing each other’s breast and sides, cupping buttocks and stroking thighs. They pulled one another’s panties off and then resumed kissing and touching. I had seen other women make love before but never from such a disadvantage. Bound as I was, I could only groan as my own sexual tensions mounted. Seeing their hands moving between the others thighs, parting the outer and inner lips to stroke clits and plumb the slick passages made my own body cry out to be touched. The heady musk of their arousal added to my own passions, and seeing Ronnie shudder as Ingrid brought her over the edge made me quiver in sympathy. I wanted….I needed….I craved. I knew they could see my condition. I could feel my juices running down the crack of my ass and knew my outer lips had swollen open to expose my molten core. Ingrid fell on me, her lips against mine and her tongue dancing within my mouth. Her hands pinched and pulled my nipples as Ronnie’s hands moved along my legs and sides. Surprisingly, Ronnie untied my right leg and then moved up to untie my right arm. Ingrid pulled me onto my side and the Ronnie retied my arm. As Ingrid licked and sucked on my nipples, Ronnie began to kiss and caress my back, her tongue making a slow sensual path down my spine. Both Ingrid and Ronnie’s tongue crossed my waist at the same moment. Ingrid moved my free right leg onto her shoulder as she moved my mouth across my abdomen. Ronnie's hands stroked my buttocks, her fingertips brushing long the dusky crevasse between them. As one both leaned forward, their mouths touching me simultaneously, Ingrid’s tongue on my clit as Ronnie’s found my anus. I exploded….there is no other way to describe it. I came so hard and so long that I lost conscious thought. Neither woman let up, their mouths and fingers explored, teased, and caressed me through several more orgasms. As Ingrid sucked and nibbled on my clit, she slid her fingers deep inside my soaked pussy, Ronnie simultaneously filled my ass with her fingers. I shook and screamed as another powerful wave rocked me. I realized that Ingrid’s shaved pussy was right in front of my face and I buried my tongue deep inside, slurping up her sweet juices, Oh, how I wanted my hands free! As if reading my mind, Ronnie untied my arms and I spread Ingrid’s lips with one hand while I slowly pushed several fingers into her. She was so wet that I had to try, so I curled my thumb tight against my palm and slowly slid my entire hand inside her, filling her. She started to grunt and gasp as I pumped by fist inside her. Ronnie had moved behind her and was fingering and tonguing Ingrid’s ass, while her hands twisted Ingrid’s nipples. Ingrid’s entire body began to shudder as she came, her juices almost squirting out in a gush, coating my arms and face. I disengaged from Ingrid and turned as Ronnie filled my arms. Our mouths and tongues battled as we kissed, her hands tangling in my hair as I pulled her atop me, her legs straddling me. Ingrid slipped from the bed and returned with a double headed strap on. She placed the straps about her hips, the shorter end slipping inside her, and then she coated the larger, longer end with K-Y jelly. She slipped behind Ronnie and then slowly pushed the dildo into Ronnie’s ass. Ronnie’s whole back arched as the hard rubber dong filled her. Ingrid began to pump Ronnie's ass and also began to rub Ronnie's clit. I concentrated on Ronnie's nipples and breasts. It took only a few moments before Ronnie lost control, screaming and thrashing as she came. Ingrid, too, came from the complimenting pummeling of her own canal from the strap-on. I slipped from the bed and helped Ingrid unstrap the dildo and then, using warm washcloths, gently cleaned up Ronnie and Ingrid, and then finally myself. I crawled back into the bed with them both and we curled about each other, content and ready to sleep. Spring Break Author's note: I really appreciate those who have taken the time to email me their comments and suggestions plus a few added lovely attachments. Many like my stories for being "short and sweet," while others wanted the stories drawn out more. Here is a start of a longer story and if you have some ideas for the next chapter. Send it. Mdiver When you reside in the mid-West it is wonderful to be someplace warm like Cancun anytime during the winter months. Fortunately for my wife Julie and me we are able to spend two weeks for fun and sun in Cancun on an annual basis. Like so many others we thought it would be a good time away from the cold and snow, to just kickback and spend time enjoying a relaxing time at our favorite resort and to have fun with each other, especially sex. We had no idea that we were in for a new sexual adventure. My wife and I were high school sweethearts and we have been married for nearly ten years. She is 5' 5", brunette, has expressive brown eyes, a nice body, is the love of my life and a great lover. What surprised me, pleasantly I might add, is how much she loves having sex. She loves touching and being touched. She enjoys all forms of erotica, including stories, pictures, movies, and clothes. When we were able to send text messages she and I started exchanging hot and sexy (specially coded) text. She takes great delight in keeping me in a constant hard on and I do my best to keep her aroused. It certainly makes the work day go fast. She likes being an exhibitionist too. When we travel on business, she likes to stand in front of a window and display her lovely body. Did I mention that she has lovely tits? If there is an office building across the street and she gets noticed, she really gets turned on. I fondly recall the first time she did this a few years ago and it brings a big smile to my face. We were in Chicago and there was an office building across the street with windows that allowed us to see the office workers and for them to see us. It didn't take long before someone noticed Julie's display. He called over a co-worker and then a few others. Soon there were several guys trying to watch without being obvious to others in the office. Julie really enjoyed putting on a show and I enjoyed watching them watch her. She usually rubs and fondles her tits for a while and even rubs her pussy too. Later I like to come up behind her -- also nude, cup her breast with my hands and kiss the side of her neck. She will then take ahold of my dick and lead me back to bed. I don't know if the folks watching the show could see us fuck, but we pretend that they could. Last year our work schedules didn't allow us to leave as early as we would have preferred so we ended up traveling during the infamous "Spring Break." I work for a company that does network security for corporations and Julie is a purchasing agent for our local electric utility. We couldn't get away until one of my projects was completed. Fortunately we were able to book the same resort as in the past but we had never been there when all the college kids arrive en mass. The resort is a three story large square complex that is open in the center with a nice size pool. It has two restaurants, spa, exercise room, and shops while the beach is a block away. This year we were given a room on the top floor that still afforded a view of the pool. Lots of bodies were already in the pool or in the sun working on a tan when we arrived. I don't believe anyone down below saw the show Julie and I did at the window with all those lovely bodies everywhere around the pool. While she stood at the window I held her left breast with one hand and fingered her cunt and clit with the other. I love bringing her off that way and it gets my cock rock hard. Afterwards she caught her breath she gave my cock a wet kiss and then leaned against the window with her legs spread wide so I could take her from behind. I pushed deep into her wet cunt and she tightened her muscles around me. She reached down and held my balls as I began to slowly pump her cunt. As I began to quicken the pace she moved her fingers to rub her clit and soon she was pounding her body hard against me. I could feel her vaginal muscles tighten as I pumped her hot cunt and her fingers worked feverously on her clit. Her orgasm was intense and I could feel her cum run down my balls. She stood still, panting and trying to catch her breath. I leaned down cupping her breasts and whispered into her ear, "I love you sweetheart." "I love you too," she said and then gave my balls a tender squeeze. "Let's finish this big boy off." She got on her knees and licked her cum on my balls and cock. She looked up at me and said with a grin, "I love the way you taste with my cum." She took me into her mouth and did her wonderful magic of bringing me off. After she milked all the cum from my dick she suggested we get into our swimsuits and see what is happening around the pool. "Who knows," she said, "there might be some games we can play." Both of us worked our way through college so taking a trip like these kids were doing was something we never experienced. We felt we were still young enough to fit in with the crowd so we participated in several of the daily festivities. Most of the fun centers on either drinking beer in some fashion or displaying your body. Neither one of us is big on guzzling beer but when it comes to the body you will see us on stage. Two favorites of the crowd were the wet tee shirt and the thong swap. Julie did well in the wet tee shirt contest and even though she didn't win, she certainly got noticed. Did I mention she has lovely tits? The thong swap was a simple contest. The object is for the women to wear the thong and then have her guy wear it. Judging is left to the hands of a drunken mob. All the women looked great and I can assure you none of us guys had a limp cock. So when it was time for us to put on that thong we had a couple of issues the crowd dearly loved. Nearly all of us had a larger waist than our girl so the thong was pretty tight if even wearable plus with any kind of erection there is absolutely no way to cover it. For some of us it looked like we were wearing a string. We were given a shot of tequila just before walking out on the stage to face a cheering crowd. All of us non winners received a bottle of tequila and I also received the loving affection of my wife. I think there was an unwritten rule that the hot tub was topless. What a delight. Evenings would find Julie sitting between my legs with my hands cupping her breast. Come to think of it, that would describe what everyone else in the tub was doing. We talked a lot about school and our jobs. We felt like career guidance counselors to several students. Keeping up with the college kids is fun in its own way but exhausting. After a few days of "fun and games," finally I said to Julie, "We came down here for some scuba diving and fun with each other how about a break. Let's go into town, have lunch, and get away from this constant party. Besides, we need to visit a dive operator and schedule some scuba diving." After a sensual shower of washing each other we dressed and walked hand in hand toward the main part of the city where the resort staff had recommended some restaurants. Julie likes to tease me with some of her outfits and that day chose to wear a simple yellow sun dress and no bra. I had my doubts that she was wearing anything under it at all. She has been known to go commando and if she can flash me a pussy shot she will do it. We found one of the recommended restaurants and after reviewing the menu out front went inside. It was after the noon peak so there were some tables for the picking and I asked the waiter for a table that had less noise. He chose a table near the back that was to our liking that was quiet and yet had some atmosphere. We noticed a couple sitting at a table near us that looked to be a few years older than us. We ordered some drinks, a martini for Julie, and a whisky sour for me. We toasted and settled back for a much quieter lunch for a change. For lunch we chose one of their specials plus our favorite, lime soup. After ordering Julie looked over at a couple sitting next to us and starting chatting with them. Introductions were exchanged; they being Cathy and Carl, both with a "C" Cathy pointed out. They hailed from Minnesota and like us were there to get away from the cold and snow. We did the usual small talk about jobs, travel, and Cancun. Carl is an engineer for a consulting firm and Cathy is an accountant in a bank trust department. It seems they rented a condo and this was their seventh year in Cancun. Carl pointed out it is a four bedroom condo and they were sharing it with two other couples. Cathy noted that they had known them for a long time and were very close friends. One couple is Bill and Shirley. They are an interesting couple in that both are electrical engineers. Bill works for the same company as Carl but not in the same department and his wife Shirley works for the city's public works. And yes Bill and Shirley receive a lot of comments about both being engineers. The other couple is Michael and Linda; Linda was Julie's roommate all through college and Michael is a patent attorney. Linda works in the HR department for the same consulting firm where Carl and Bill work. We would later learn how close those friends were. Carl and Cathy moved over to our table and the girls sat on one side leaving Carl and me on the other. The conversation was quite enjoyable and as usual the women were soon into their "girl talk," while Carl and I were talking jobs, sports, and vacations. We all agreed it is difficult getting schedules to come together for trips especially in winter when we want to come to some place warm like Cancun. We enjoy the climate and atmosphere of Cancun although spring break can be a bit much. When we mentioned we were staying at a resort that catered to the college kids Cathy wanted to know what goes there. "The condo management won't rent to the spring break kids and that keeps the place fairly quiet so we only see the crowd when we go to the beach. We have a lovely unit with a complete kitchen, spacious bedrooms each with a fireplace, state of the art entertainment center for the main room and bedrooms, and a wonderful view of the city from the hot tub. We rent the same unit every year." By then Julie is well into her second martini. With one she is pretty talkative; with two she can say some outrageous and provocative things. So when Cathy asked what went on at the resort I held my breath. Julie was pretty tame with the wet tee shirt contest although she mentioned that the silicones fared better than "us" naturals. She was, however a bit more descriptive of the thong contest. Cathy did not bat an eye when Julie described the tiny thong we were to wear and how much pussy she was able to show. Then she described in detail how much of my dick and balls were hanging out. Normally I would say that such a narrative would be met with a glare and a quick change of subject but Cathy said she wished she and Carl could have watched us; in fact, to even participate. "I would have loved to have seen you both. Your description sounds delicious. We are too old to compete with the college kids but my Carl has a beautiful cock and he looks very sexy in my thong bikini. By the way, who won?" "Well," Cathy said with a grin, "The guy who won was so much larger physically than his girl that all he could do was just hang the thong from a nice size dick that stuck straight out. But I was very proud of my husband's display and size." I looked over her way and gave her an appreciative grin and wink. "I hope you rewarded your husband with a good bj," Cathy said while looking at me with a sly grin. "I love having Carl's hard cock in my mouth and feeling his cum pulse through my hand and into my mouth." Carl gave me a nudge and whispered, "This is going to get good." He took his drink, sat back, and looked at his wife with a big smile. I imitated Carl's action and thought 'wow, Julie has met her match.' Julie, not to be outdone, responded with yes she rewarded my efforts not to mention bravery with a blow job which was followed by me eating her pussy. "I love his taste of cum in my mouth while he is bringing me off with one orgasm after another with his marvelous tongue. Just talking about it makes my pussy wet." From there on it was off to the races with each delivering very a graphic description of their sexual enjoyment. Just listening to them describe how much they enjoyed giving and receiving oral sex had me shifting in my chair to make room for a growing erection. I also couldn't help but stare at the hard nipples that Cathy and Julie were displaying. I think they described half a dozen positions for fucking and dildo action. Fucking in the hot tub, fucking in the kitchen, fucking in the shower, you name it and if there is a way to fuck or suck or lick, it happens. It was when they talked about getting their pussy waxed I really thought Carl and I would be treated to a 'show and tell.' Finally Carl cleared his throat and said to Cathy that maybe now would be a good time to talk more about the condo arrangement. Julie and I gave each other a puzzled look and wondered why the change. Cathy gave a big smile and wholly agreed. "The six of us who rent the condo are really, really good friends. We like that place because we have our own private orgy." The next sound you heard was two jaws hitting the table. I looked at Julie and she at me as we both had that jaw dropping surprised look. We certainly didn't see that one coming. "We are all ears," said my wife as she reached across the table and gave my hand a squeeze. Carl and Cathy began a narrative of how they came to be by things they did together like golf, tennis, pool, etc. and later vacations. It started innocently enough when Cathy had a wardrobe malfunction in the hot tub. Her top snagged on something and it was just enough that when she stood up the top came off. Well with enough alcohol and being comfortable with friends, she just left it off. '"You tell the rest Carl," "With pleasure sweetheart. Well much to our surprise and delight, Linda and Shirley stood up and removed theirs. Well we guys could only do what guys do; we egged the girls on to take everything off. After some, I will if you will, they all stripped at the same time. Then it became, OK boys, we showed you ours, now you show us yours. I don't think I have ever seen three guys remove and toss their swimsuits so fast. So there we stood, all naked and then our hands went exploring. My hands were all over Shirley's and Linda's tits and Cathy was taking turns stoking Bill's and Mike's cock. The next thing I knew, Cathy had Bill's cock in her mouth and I found it very erotic watching her. I guess that started it all because Linda came over and started sucking my cock and Shirley did the same to Mike. After that it became a fuck fest. We enjoyed it so much that it became our "vacation" event. Now we do it fairly often at each other's home." "Our rules are simple, he continued. "This is not a swap. Everything is done in the open not in the bedrooms. We are into fun sex and we don't want any jealousies. I think you would enjoy our group and if you would like to come by for drinks later around five to meet the others you are cordially invited. If you want to stay that is great, if you feel uncomfortable or think this is not for you that is fine too. We don't want you to feel pressured in any way. Talk it over and if you decide, here is our address. There is no pressure to stay the night either but we do have a spare bedroom." Julie looked at Cathy and said, "Do I need to bring anything?" "Only your husband my dear, only your husband." ...To be continued... Spring Break I like bowling and I'm bloody good at it. By bowling I mean tenpin bowling. Not rolling some stupid ball along the grass and seeing if you can hit the kitty, or whatever. Now, like everything else, to be good, and to stay good, you have to practice. So I do. It was the holidays, spring break to be exact. We had a flood of spring-breakers in the area, but most of those were down on the beach during the day. Late afternoon and evening was when they'd start popping up in the bowling alley. So late morning I effectively had the alley to myself. I'd taken the far two lanes and was using them alternatively. If anyone else came they'd take one of the lanes closer to the entrance and facilities and not bother me. When I practice I don't go looking for a series of strikes. That's just a waste of time. What I was doing was trying to knock over a pre-determined number of pins and then clearing up the rest. The split I was really working on was the seven/ten, where you have to clip one of the pins and send it flying at right angles to collect the other. Then these three girls came in. Younger than me, I'd say eighteen or nineteen. I'd never seen them before so I assumed that they were spring-breakers and I was, quite frankly, surprised to see them in the alley instead of on the beach. For some reason they came trotting down and took the lane next to me. Eighteen other lanes and bang, they settle right next to me. I kept an eye on them as they bowled and they were quite good. Not as good as me, but still above average. I noticed that they were also watching how I was going and with the tricks I was trying out I probably came across as a bit of a duffer with flashes of luck. They decided to hustle me. They made a couple of complimentary remarks about my skill and then went on to point out that I'd probably be nearly as good as them. I politely pointed out that I was a damned sight better than them, what with me being male and all and able to use a bigger ball. The upshot was that they told me to put my money where my mouth was, and finished up persuading me that someone of my skill wouldn't have to worry about a lousy fifty dollar bet. They then excused themselves for a moment and vanished into the little girl's room, returning faster than I expected, giggling amongst themselves. Seeing that I was male and all, they told me, they figured that it was only fair that I accept a little handicap. I shrugged and said that was OK by me and asked what they had in mind. "Oh, we'll just be bowling dressed the way we are," I was told. I was obviously looking puzzled and the girls giggled some more and then they all lifted the front of their skirts. The girls had gone commando and three squeaky clean pussies were on display. All nicely shaved, I noticed. With short dresses, every time one of them bent over to bowl the ball I'd be getting an eyeful. I had to admit that it was one of the best handicaps I'd ever come across, but I thought I could handle it. After the first three frames I'd had strikes with every bowl and was already looking an easy winner. The girls were also looking rather worried. I wondered if they could afford to lose their fifty bucks. Then I wondered if they actually had the fifty buck on them to lose. I decided to check. "Um, I don't want to sound suspicious, but do you girls actually have fifty on you to pay up after we've finished?" I knew as soon as they looked at each other that either they didn't have it or couldn't afford it. I decided to see if a change of stakes was acceptable. "Tell you what, girls," I said. "I'm prepared to change the stakes slightly if you're agreeable. If I lose, you get your fifty. Now your handicap is, I'll admit, getting me worked up. It's going to reach the stage soon where I'll be able to knock the pins down without using the bowling ball. So if you lose, one of you gets screwed, right here and now, while the others watch." There was silence while the girls just looked at each other. They were nervous and relieved. I think the bit that was making them nervous was that they didn't know which one I would want to fuck. "Ah, if we agreed to that, and I'm not saying we will, which of us would you want?" came the inevitable question. "Lift up your skirts for a moment," I said, and admired the view when they did so. "You all look totally ravishable," I said. "How could I possibly decide one in preference to another? Let's leave it to your skill. If I win, whoever had the lowest score has to submit to my wicked ways." After some general muttering amongst themselves the girls nodded. They still hoped to win, of course, but it wouldn't cost them their hard earned money if they lost. There was another point that needed to be resolved. "What do we do if the two lowest scores are the same? How do you choose?" "Unlikely to happen," I pointed out, "but in that case I'll go with the third girl. Fun isn't it. You could be well in front of the other two and still find yourself to be the one who has to give her all." "That effectively means that we may not know who you'll take until the last ball is bowled." "That's right. Can you imagine that last ball needing more than five to not be on the bottom of the ladder. Under five and you're fucked. Over five and you're friend is fucked. Exactly five and your other friend finds herself the bunny. Fun for all." "And if we get a three-way tie?" "Then I'll let you off the hook or one of you can volunteer. Fair enough?" The match continued and I forged steadily ahead. The girls quickly came to the conclusion that they were playing for the chance to not get fucked and one of them had to lose. Their games just disintegrated. I was starting to wonder if they were all trying to be low scorer. The last two frames were played in dead silence, with two of the girls looking at Shelley, the third, a blonde and cute as a button, with sympathy and curiosity. It was plain that she was going to be the one. The three girls looked at the final scores in some disgust. "That had to be the worst we've ever bowled. Even when learning we did better than that," one of them lamented. "Maybe it was playing without your panties that did it," I said, a bit tongue in cheek. Shelley shook her head. "We've pulled that stunt before. We usually win. Now what?" "Well, I feel a little finesse is needed here. Management might get a bit stroppy if I just laid you on the floor and took you." I sat down, facing the lanes, unzipping as I did so. I beckoned Shelley over. "Turn around and sit on my lap, facing your friends," I told her. "Then hold the front of your skirt up so that they can watch as you settle onto my cock." Shelley blinked, and then smirked. Some women love to be exhibitionists. She not only lifted her skirt, she tucked it into the waist band so her hands would be free. Then she sat on my lap, lifted slightly and moved closer to me. It only took a moment and she was straddling me, my erection already pressing against her slit. From a distance all that anyone could see would be one girl sitting on my lap while we talked to the two others. Up close and the two watchers could see me starting to disappear inside Shelley. She moved slowly, just steadily sinking down, giving herself time to adjust to the intrusion. "Shelley is nice and wet," I pointed out to our viewers. "Probably got all excited wondering which one would be it while bowling. Are you two wet as well?" From the blushes, I'd say probably. Either from the bowling and anticipation or from watching us. Their eyes were staring hard, taking in every little movement as Shelley settled on me. When Shelley finally grounded herself there were three feminine squeaks of satisfaction. I just grinned and pressed hard up against Shelley. "You'll have to do the main work, sweetheart, while I sit here and enjoy it," I murmured into her ear, "so start bouncing." I could feel her take a deep breath and then she started. She pushed herself up my shaft and dropped back down. I thought the others eyes were going to pop out of their heads they were staring so hard. After a few tentative bounces Shelley hit her stride. She moved up and down my pole as though she'd practised it a thousand times before, while I enjoyed the sensation and her friends watched avidly. Watch out boys, I thought. A couple of desperate girls will be out hunting tonight. Shelley bounced away, with me doing my little bit to help, pushing firmly up at her whenever she slid down my slippery pole. She was hot and horny. She pushed the tempo hard, eager to move to completion. Considering that we were sitting in a public place and might be joined by other people at any time I was just as willing to get the job completed without unnecessary delay. I drove firmly up and Shelley pushed just as firmly down, our groins slapping together with a wet sound as I drilled continuously into her. The two watchers didn't even seem to blink as they avidly watched my cock vanishing into Shelley, only to reappear, ready for another thrust. The girls were absolutely fascinated by the whole deal. Even though breathing hard, and with most of my concentration on Shelley, I managed to gasp a question. "Haven't either of you ever seen a woman getting taken before?" The girls shook their heads. "Not like this," one on them said softly. "Well, come back tomorrow and I'll do the same for one of you," I invited, grinning as they blushed. Things were coming to a head. I wasn't going to last much longer and I didn't think Shelley was either. I planted my hands on her hips to hold her steady for a moment and the drove upwards fiercely, hammering home my final burst. Shelley was shrieking through clenched teeth, sounding like a whistling kettle on the boil, and she was certainly on the boil. She clung to my cock, her pussy sucking at me like a vacuum pump, claiming her due. I waited until she had recovered somewhat and then had her friends drag her off to the restrooms to clean her up. And, presumably, to get their own panties on. When they returned I had a useful bit of information for them. "See that man who's started using lane five. He's an asshole, but a fairly good player. Just not as good as he thinks he is. From what I saw of your game before it went to pieces, you're all just as good, or better, than him. You should be able to hustle him and win. If you want to handicap him, just tell him one of you isn't wearing panties. He'll go to water. And don't worry about the cost of this lane," I added. "I'll settle up for it when I pay my bill." The young ladies left and I subsequently saw them playing on lane five. Good luck to them. I couldn't help wondering if they'd come past the next day. Spring Break "Hey love!" I called out as I entered my friend Conrad's house. My long, black hair bounced behind me, swaying with my Asian hips as I shut the door and plopped myself down on his couch. "Hey Selene! How has your break been?" Conrad asked me, grabbing a cup of water and joining me. "It's going well! It's a shame we only get a week off for spring break, though," I sighed. "College just takes up so much time." "Well, that's why it's college," he chuckled, rolling his eyes at me. "But it's so much work," I whined. "I swear. There's so much snow, too. It's so insanely cold!" "That's crazy," he said, mocking me. While Conrad had chosen to stay close to home, I had opted to go ten hours north, and he wouldn't let me forget it. "You're lucky that you're still in North Carolina. I swear, it never snows down here." "It's lovely weather," he agreed. "I can't believe we're talking about the weather," I sighed dramatically. "Want to watch some TV or something?" Conrad asked me, clicking on the screen. We settled on Modern Family and watched a couple episodes, laughing at the ridiculousness of it. "So, how's life?" I asked him. "It's going well! College is a ton of work." "You're doing a business degree at a state college, how hard can it be? I swear, the computer science program is killing me." "You take that back!" Conrad mock yelled at me. I laughed, nearly falling off the sofa. "S-stop! You could never pull off the 'mean guy' look. You're not intimidating at all!" "Hey!" "It's true!" "Ugh. Meanie." I rolled my eyes. "So, any significant others I should know about? Boy toys?" "Well," Conrad said, blushing. "Ooh! Tell me all about it!" "There's this one guy..." "Yeah?" "We hung out and played at the pool. I swear, his chest," Conrad said dramatically, drooling a bit. "Dramatic!" I laughed at him. "Shut up! But yeah. He's really nice. And he's so hot, oh my God. It's like I died and went to heaven." "What's his name?" "Parker." "So are you guys dating or something?" "Yeah, we've been dating about two months now." "What?! Two months? Why didn't I hear about this earlier? Don't I have best friend privileges?" I gasped. "Well, we've been fooling around for longer than two months..." "Ooh, kinky," I said, smiling and winking at him. Conrad blushed but didn't deny it. "He's really sexy." "Twink." I scoffed. Conrad jumped a little. "I am not!" "You're acting like one. Twink," I laughed a little as I grinned at him. "I- I look nothing like that!" Conrad said, flustered and biting his lip. I frowned. "Yeah, that's why I was joking about it... Why are you so worked up about it?" I asked him, looking at him curiously. "Um. I don't know..." he said, red as a tomato. "What, did someone call you that and offend you or something?" "No..." he responded, drawing out the word and making it sound more like a question than an answer. "They did, didn't they? Whose butt do I need to kick?" I asked angrily. "No, no, it was nothing like that!" Conrad insisted. "Well then, why are you upset by me saying 'twink'?" I questioned. "S-stop," he protested weakly, shifting in his seat. "I'm really confused," I stated bluntly. "I- it's nothing!" Conrad insisted. "Yeah, somehow I don't believe that," I scoffed. "Besides, aren't twinks young gay guys? And you're not gay, you're bi." "Mmm..." Conrad groaned. "What? If anything, wouldn't you be more of a bear?" I asked. Sporting a beard, leather jacket, and dark jeans, Conrad fit the stereotype pretty well. "Oh God!" Conrad shouted, rolling over and burying his face into the couch. "Conrad?" I asked, alarmed. Standing up, I walked across the room and sat next to him. I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" "S-shit," Conrad panted. "Just give me a sec," he said, jumping up and running into the bathroom. "Okay?" I questioned in his absence. Five minutes later, Conrad came out from the bathroom, blushing furiously. I leapt up. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry; what did I say?" Conrad blushed and held out his phone. "Here." "What?" I asked him, reaching out my hand and taking it. "Hello?" I spoke into the phone. "Hello, is this Selene? This is Parker." "Oh, Conrad's boyfriend, right?" "Yes, that'd be me. Listen, Conrad asked me to explain some things to you." "Oh, yeah, I think I might've upset him earlier..." "How much do you know about the BDSM community?" Surprised, I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it. Shaking my head, I put it back up to my ear. "I've heard a good amount about it. Why?" "Well, I've been training Conrad as my submissive. I'm his master and dominant." "O-okay..." I said, confused. I raised an eyebrow at Conrad, and he blushed furiously, something that seemed completely out of character for him. "So why are you explaining this to me?" "Well, you see, I've been playing with hair triggers and hypnosis with him. Conrad's always had a thing for you-" "Wait, what?" "Yeah, he's always found you really attractive but was completely unwilling to risk his friendship with you. So he asked me to explain this. But shh, don't tell him I told you," Parker chuckled on the other end of the line. "Right. So back to the hair triggers?" I asked, winking at Conrad. He whimpered a little and buried his face in his hands. "Conrad has three hair triggers: 'fuck', which amps up his arousal level a little; 'twink', which makes him feel like someone is trailing their fingers over him; and 'bear', which makes him feel like he's getting a blowjob. They last a few seconds. However, he can't cum until you tell him to by saying 'leather flag'." "Fuck," I said, grinning. Conrad let out a low moan. "So, since you told him five twinks and a bear, and now a fuck, Conrad's pretty horny. The sensations aren't going on right now, except for the fuck, but you can make them come back whenever you want." "Anyone who says 'fuck' or any of the other words has the effect?" "Anyone." "Why are you telling me this?" "Conrad and I play a little game. He's not allowed to cum until I tell him to, or until you tell him to now. He wants you to play the game. I know you guys only have a weekend left, but please feel free to torment you all you like. Conrad won't admit it to you but he really loves it. He finds you really attractive, so use that to your advantage. Our only limits are that you can't have sex with him." "Safe words?" "Rain for slow down, hurricane for stop." "I think Conrad and I are going to have fun this weekend," I responded. "Enjoy," he laughed. We both said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. Conrad looked at me through half lidded eyes. "When are your parents and sister expected home?" I asked innocently. "Not until tomorrow," he responded hesitantly. "Good. Strip." I commanded. "W-what?" "I'm sorry, did I fucking stutter? Strip!" Conrad groaned, biting his lip as he cautiously took off his clothes. He shed his dark jeans and leather jacket but hesitated to take off his boxers. After a pointed look from me, he quickly removed them. His cock bounced out, standing to attention. Conrad piled his clothes on the corner of the sofa. "Now, what TV show should we watch? You know, I think The Wire has an episode you might really like," I commented, taking the remote and choosing the show. "Fuck," came a voice through the speaker. "Fuck." "Oh..." Conrad whimpered as he shifted in his seat. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." "You like that, don't you twink?" I said, watching Conrad's cock twitch and his eyes snap shut at the words. He moved his hand to grab it, but a stern "No" from me quickly stopped that. "You can't cum until I let you, can you? No matter how much you want to fuck your hand with your dick, nothing will help. While we're watching this lovely show, tell me about your master. What's your favorite thing he does to you? Is he a twink or a bear like you?" "Augh!" Conrad yelled, writhing in agony as his cock strained upwards, bright red. "I'm waiting." "H-he's so good at teasing me. I hate it." "Somehow I doubt you really hate it." "N-no..." Conrad admitted guiltily. "When did you last get fucked?" Conrad pumped his hips as the TV continued blaring out its barrage of "fuck". "A- a week ago." "Tell me, do you like pain?" Conrad squirmed a bit more. "No, not really." "Are you telling me the truth, or just being modest?" Conrad flushed, a full body flush, from his chest hair to the tip of his ears. "The truth. I'm not a huge fan of whipping. I just like denial." "A little slut that doesn't like getting fucked?" "Yeah, I guess." We sat in silence for a few minutes while the TV reiterated "fuck". "It's kinda hot in here," I commented, pulling off my sweatshirt. Under it I wore a white camisole with a pink and blue bra. The cami was a bit see-through, and I could see Conrad's eyes soaking in the view. I saw that he had uncurled his fists and seemed a bit relaxed. The sensations must have passed. "So, twink, what's for dinner?" I asked, casually shifting in my seat and allowing my cami to get pulled down a bit. Conrad sucked in a breath. "What do you want?" "I'm thinking let's order some pizza." "Sure. Whatever you want." "I'm bored with TV. Let's play a game." "Okay," Conrad responded eagerly, probably ready to get away from the TV show. I grabbed the remote and shut off the TV, making Conrad sigh with relief. I walked towards the foyer of his house and the staircase to upstairs. "You want to go to my room?" Conrad asked, anticipation in his voice. He seemed a bit nervous. "You know I can't..." "Relax, we're not going there. We're staying right here." I announced. "Here? In the foyer?" "Yup! Do you have any rope?" "Umm... I have some in the garage. Let me go get it." Conrad gave me a strange look and brushed by me on his way out of the side door. I smacked his ass as he went by. He flinched. "Don't take too long, bear!" Conrad nearly tripped and had to pause and grab the banister when he heard that. I chuckled and he ran off to the garage to get the rope. Meanwhile, I surveyed the foyer. The staircase didn't present many opportunities, but the banister at the bottom went into a spiral column shape. It had lots of poles on it, and presented a beautiful opportunity. Plus, it was right in view of the front door, though not directly there. It would be easy to see if you opened the door, though difficult to see from the outside. Conrad returned quickly, and I took the rope from him. "Now, I think it's time to up the stakes a bit." "Wait, what? Selene?" Conrad asked as I spun him around and started to wrap the rope around his wrists behind his back. I moved back front of him and gave him a big grin. I leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry; it'll be fun!" As an afterthought, I added, "Besides, you always have your safe words." At this, Conrad groaned. I leaned across him and tied his wrists to one of the poles of the banister, making sure to press my whole body up against him. I shifted a little, rubbing my jeans against his cock. "Ohhh..." He whimpered, pumping his hips. "No no no, don't be a bad little sub," I winked as I held them in place. I bent down and tied his feet apart, just enough to be slightly uncomfortable so he couldn't get very much leverage but easy enough to stand. I finished tying him up and admired my handiwork. "I'll be right back," I told him as I walked away, pulling out my cell phone and going into the other room. "Selene!" Conrad called after me, sounding slightly panicked as he tugged on his restraints. I paused, but he didn't safe word, so I grinned and left him waiting in the foyer. "Hey, Jace?" I whispered into the phone in the next room, keeping my voice down so Conrad couldn't hear our conversation. "Hey Selene! How are you?" "Doing pretty well! Listen, I'm doing a scene..." "Yeah, what do you need?" Jace sighed. "Can you pretend to be a pizza guy?" "Really? You're going that cliché?" "Shut up," I rolled my eyes, though it's not like he could see it. "Okay, okay. Calm down." "I'll call in a few minutes. Rain to slow, hurricane to stop, no sex." "Got it." I grabbed my shirt from the living room and walked back into the foyer. "Having fun there, bear? Hey, that rhymed!" I joked, though Conrad didn't seem to find it very amusing. He pulled on the banister bars, and for a minute I worried about them breaking, but he couldn't get loose and I relaxed again. "Have you played with sensory deprivation?" I asked him curiously. "Some, yes." "Let's try this," I said as I tied my shirt around his eyes. It was a bit sloppy, but it seemed pretty effective. "Can you see anything?" Conrad shook his head, shifting his eyes to try and see. "No," he said, sounding defeated. "Now let the fun begin!" Spring Break I grew up in the all American style, or at least I thought so until my high school graduation. That very night my father moved out. Thinking back it had to be the plan all along. It's spring break of my second year of college, the distance has made it near impossible for me to get home unless it's a long break like now. I've kept in touch with my folks via email although dad's could just be resend over and over again. "Getting any? Dad" Whereas mom's is always new and thoughtful. This made the deciding on who's place I'd stay at an easy one. I didn't know how much I missed mom until the cab pulled up dropping me off in front of the house. There's mom on the porch waiting for me. Unable to wait she ran to greet me before I could even get my feet square on the ground. A big hug and kiss leaving her trademark red lipstick on my cheek. We spent the first night getting caught up and even after all the crap dad put her through she still tells me I should make time to visit the old fuck. Mom wanted to take some time off work while I was in town but with the house and bills she simply just couldn't swing it. This made me feel bad for all those checks sent that were blown on pizza and beer. The next few days I'd venture out after mom left for work and return before she returned home. That is all but the other night, taking in a baseball game with an old friend so who knew it would go eighteen innings? So by the time I got back it was about the time mom would go to bed so I took care coming in not to wake her if she did. I went up the stairs following a sound, getting closer I could tell it was the sound of running water. I guess with me out and about it was easy for mom to fall into old habits because as I draw closer I found her bathroom door wide open. Through the steamed glass I could see my moms silhouette, mom was from yesteryear when women had hips and breasts. Unlike most of the girls at school where it's long hair and cocks are the only things separating the two. It was like watching the old sex reels I found stashed in the attic one day, so old they must of been my grandpa's. They still did the trick for a twelve year old boy, many days I'd hold them to the light shining through the vent while my other hand stroked feverishly. Just as then without even noticing my hand was gripped around my cock as I watched on. I shot my load just in time as my mom shuts off the water. I raced to my room and a moment later my mom called out asking if I was home. Yes mom I say, I'm in my room. A moment later mom came in to give me a kiss goodnight. She was wrapping in her bathrobe which could barely contain her bosom. I told her I was also going to sleep but nothing could be further from the truth. I couldn't get the sight of her body out of my mind and it wasn't until a second jerk session before I could drift off. Mom was up and out before I got up the next day and that was a good thing as it gave me a chance to wash my sticky bedding from the night before. Taking out the load from the dryer that was left behind, it was mom's delicates. Bras, panties and other silky things. Just touching them brought the vision of my mom fresh to mind once again. Along with the now uncomfortable feel of my shorts as my cock swells trying to break out. Being Friday I stayed at home making sure I'd be here for moms return. And about the time you would think my mom comes in the door yelling "I'm home" I happened to be in the kitchen getting a snack when mom walked in. First things first as she gives me a kiss and then to the cabinet to pull out some red wine. Wow mom, you never drank at home before. There's a lot of things I didn't do before that I do now sweetie she said. My mom stretched her sore back sending her large breasts in the air, I could see the outline of her bra with her blouse pinned tight against it, I stood behind the island to hide my affection AKA large boner. I moved behind mom placing my hands on either side of her neck, massaging her tense mussels as she moaned. Oh that feels great she said, I'm never letting go again. I grabbed moms glass of wine and told her to follow, in the living room I asked her to sit on the ottoman. Now seated I hand her the glass and kneel before her. Taking her foot behind the back of the ankle I peel off her heels. My hands start to massage her sore dogs after a long week. Once again mom starts to moan as if we were having sex. I place her foot down and slightly to the right as I take the other, this allows me I clear view of her beaver. Black lace panties are seen just past the top of her stockings. Looking up mom has her eyes closed as she passes her hand over the top of her chest. I stop only to hear her plead for more. Hang on mom, I'm just getting you a refill. I return to find mom just as I left here, legs parted and the top snap of her blouse undone. She drinks the wine without stopping, handing me the empty. After setting down the glass I move behind her, once again I start massaging her shoulders. Bigger and bigger the circles go, snapping two more of her buttons on her blouse. Her breasts are all but out when I run my hands under, cupping them in my hands has my mom asking what am I doing? I asked her if it felt good? Yes being her answer I told her to just relax and enjoy it. Now more brazen I slip my hands between flesh and fabric, her nipples are large and hard as rocks. She chants "oh my" as I continue to explore her. Reaching behind I unzip her skirt and pull her blouse out from being tucked in, snapping the last of the buttons I toss her blouse to the ground. Again my hand reach behind, undoing her bra letting her breasts fall to her natural state. This too falls away leaving her top half nude and in full view. I return to the floor before her, running my hands up her stockings. Finding the top I roll the left side down her leg the reaching up to the other I gently pass my finger over the front of her panties. Her pussy is wet, soaking the front of her panties as I outline her engorged clit making the smallest bulge in the fabric. Then I roll the other stocking from her. Looking up I find mom massaging her own breasts lost in the moment. I slip my hand in again pulling the small patch of fabric aside. Then I run the tip of my finger over her pink inner lips, she moans to the touch saying how good it feels. She sobers in a flash saying this is wrong, you can't make me cum! I take her hand in mine replacing it upon her breast, massaging through her until she takes over once again. She's so wet I send two fingers in, she gasps for air as they reach bottom. And in a two count she's cumming all over my hand. I refuse to stop until she cums again, this time I rub her G-spot with my index finger as my middle slips in her round ass. She came intensely then did her best to hide herself from me using her hands. I tell her not to as I love her and would do anything for her. She slowly drops her hands allowing me to drink her in. Then she places her foot on the bulge of my pants, but that's another story. Spring Break Lora shivered in pleasure as she rolled through the pools of sunlight and shade. It was still early morning, and she had left when she had just to get as much time here as she could. Her father had left her the old cottage when he had passed away the year before and she hadn't had any time to actually come out since. She had had so much to take care of for his funeral and then she had taken a summer school rotation and then it was right back into school work. But she was all caught up with her papers and she had sent her students home with what she hoped was fun homework and she was taking the two weeks of Spring Break off for the first time since she was in her last year of college. She had the top on her car down and the wind streamed through her long hair and she was happy as she rode through the rural Ontario countryside and turned up her Creedence CD a little more. She didn't really want to blast the wildlife but something about CCR made her want to turn the volume up. She had spent every summer out here when she was growing up, the only child of a single father, and she missed it the last few years while she was in college. She had come out with her dad the last year of his life, but she had been attending to him in his convalescence and easing him through the last months of terminal cancer. But now she was eager to return to the comfortable place and the warm memories that lived in every part of the little house. She passed through Sault St. Marie at a sedate pace and took in the old buildings and the friendly atmosphere, she waved at a few people she knew and she marveled at how busy the town was. Then she passed out the other side and drove for another two hours before she found the turnoff for the lake house. It was another half hour out to the house and when she finally stopped the day was warm and the blue sky over the lake was clear and open, without a single cloud. She smiled and stretched before she got out of the car and just walked around. She could see that the place would need some TLC; the gutters were almost ready to harvest, she would have to chase campers out of the thicket that was the front yard, and there were enough fallen branches in the yard to build a guest house out of. The old place needed a coat of paint and some of the cedar shakes had come off of the roof. She sighed and smiled, already loving the idea of the next two weeks here, and this summer after that. She hugged herself and felt a tear at the idea that her father wouldn't be there with her. Biting her lip against the familiar grief that she couldn't seem to shake and didn't really want to, she turned and looked at the dock that jutted out into the lake. The boat was on blocks and under a tarp in the yard and she'd need help if she wanted to get it down to the water, but the lake itself sparkled invitingly. Smiling she glanced at the shore as she walked down toward the water, kicking her shoes off as she saw how far away the other cabins were. She felt suddenly mischievous and she reached back and unhooked her bra then stripped off her white tank top and the bra and dropped them at the top of the dock before she pushed her cutoffs and panties down her legs and stood bare in the warmth of the spring day. She stretched again, smiling and reveling in the feel of the air on her skin then she took off running down the dock. She had swum in college for three years and in high school for four years and she was a very strong swimmer. Her long legs propelled her along the dock as fast as she could go and she launched off the end in a graceful arc toward the water. She had enough time in her flight to see the head and shoulders that were jutting out of the water, the shock of dark hair and the eyes as wide as dinner plates as someone floating in the water at the end of the dock watched her dive. She felt suddenly mortified and her body chilled an instant before she hit the cool water and vanished with a splash and a yelp. * * * * * Christian had several small jobs that summer, more to keep occupied than anything else. He had enough to live on comfortably with his inheritance from his grandfather and the sale of a few paintings, but he liked to get out and work, so he took odd jobs. He had parked his old pickup in the cul-de-sac in the trees out of sight of the house and gone down to have a look at the dock. David Owens had paid him well in advance to keep the dock in good repair and he took the job seriously, even though David had passed away. Christian's father Brian had been good friends with David and Christian made sure to take care of the place. He was going to have to come out with his mower and tools later, then get in touch with David's daughter, who owned the place now and see what she wanted to do with it. He went around and made note of what work needed to be done after the winter, he cleared the brush away from the boat and chased away the family or raccoons that were trying to nest underneath it, then he stripped down to his shorts and walked to the end of the dock. He slipped into the water just as the little Saturn convertible pulled into the driveway. He took a deep breath and dove down to feel around the pilings for any damage caused by the winter freeze. He came up for air and wiped the water from his face and looked up as a shadow crossed over his face. He made eye contact with Lora as she arched over him, bare-ass naked, and he got an eyeful of her graceful body before she vanished into the water with a yelp. He stared at the spot for a long time, waiting for her to resurface and yell at him and he was just starting to build up the courage to dive after her when he heard her voice off to his left. "Jesus! What the hell are you doing out here?" She said and he turned to answer when she splashed water at him. "Don't LOOK. Dammit! You scared a year off of my life! Stay facing that way." He obliged and he heard her climb out of the water and onto the shore. He risked a look and saw her hair slicked down her back, her long legs jogging up toward the cottage and between was the most perfect ass he had ever seen in his life. He caught just a glimpse between her thighs then felt guilty and turned back to the water. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be here today Lora." He said loudly and he heard a laugh. "I'd hope not! If I thought you were laying in wait for me I'd be moving a lot faster, I can tell you that." She said, humour in her voice as she pulled on her tank top and shorts, the fabric getting wet from her skin but covering her. She paused then started back down the dock, her bare feet slapping on the wood softly. "And how do you know my name?" She asked as she reached the end of the dock and looked down at her trespasser. When she saw him she froze, he was gorgeous. "Because we used to play together all the time." He said as he treaded water and looked up at her. "I'm Christian Underwood, my dad is Brian. We used to come over every time you were here and you and I would play in the woods and the water." He said. He hadn't seen her since she was a gangly thirteen year old, all lanky limbs and knees and elbows, her hair in braids and her clothing more pink and frilly. She had really grown out in the twelve years since. "Holy shit, Christian Underwoods." She said with a smirk, remembering the 'S' she used to add to his last name to annoy him when they were kids. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked. "At the moment, checking the dock for damage and trying not to realize that your shirt is wet enough for me to see through." He said with a smile and he was rewarded with a sudden intense blush and a 'meep' as she covered her chest with her arms and turned away. "You don't have to stare, asshole." She said with a smile and he laughed. "Fine, next time I won't say anything." He said and she shot him a dark look before she started back up the dock. "Yeah, I remember you alright." She shot back over her shoulder and he laughed as he went back to his work. He was just finishing when he heard the drum of her feet, a whoop and a splash as she hit the water again. He turned around in surprise and she grabbed his feet and dragged him under. He was shocked and he struggled to the surface and found himself face to face with her. She was laughing at him, her already beautiful face made angelic by her good humour and he splashed her as ironically as he could manage. She splashed him back and he couldn't resist her infectious humour anymore. He swam toward her and she backed away playfully, pushing at his chest with one small foot that he was just a little too slow to catch. They spent the next hour or so chasing each other around the water, laughing and dunking each other and trying to tickle one of the loons that came over to inspect the two noisy visitors on the water. The sun was starting to dip toward the horizon as they made their way out of the water and sat on the end of the dock together, feet dangling and they caught up with each other. She had dressed in a dark blue swimsuit that complemented her bright blue eyes. They were both cool and a little tired and both of them were in a very good mood. He couldn't believe that this beautiful woman was the same bratty kid he had known years before and she couldn't believe that this hot guy was the broody, antisocial kid that had twanged her bra strap and managed to pop the hooks at the same time. They had both grown up and matured and they shared stories about the years since they had seen each other. "Well..." she started. "I'm a teacher now. Grade two. I have thirty kids that I just adore, a great assistant who knows her stuff and a job I love in a school that..." she thought about the school she worked for and the cuts and changes that she faced on a weekly basis. "...a school that I don't love. I saw my dad through his last months and then had to take care of his funeral while some of my cousins went and tried to loot his house. The cops had to be called and it was messy and I came out of it without much family at all by the end of it. But I'm moving on with my life and I'm happy with where I am right now." She said as she looked out across the light dancing on the water. "What about you? I heard you went off to some art school in the states. Why are you back here doing yard work and chasing raccoons?" She asked and he smiled. "I love it out here. I went to art school, just like you heard, then spent five years in New York trying to make a name for myself among a crowd that was raised from birth into art. A hick from the sticks out of an Ontario tourist town didn't stand a chance. God forbid you aren't trying to be the next Jackson Pollack. Half of them sell their drop cloths for god's sake. I painted a tree and they picked it apart and one of them finally bought it just so he could have the pleasure of burning it himself. That was the last straw for me and I came home. I've been back for a year or so and I still paint and draw and even sculpt, but I wanted something to keep my hands busy between projects. So I work with my dad. He can't dive down and check the pilings anymore so I come out for those jobs. It's good and honest work and I see a lot that I want to paint while I'm out here." He said and she blushed again. "Don't worry; I won't paint you without your permission." He said reassuringly, even though he had a few ideas already. She was a good looking woman who begged to be placed on canvas and he almost itched for the chance. "But I love it out here, and can you imagine if my dad had been in the water for your little dive?" He asked and he was rewarded when she coloured again. The idea of her nude leap in front of Brian Underwood mortified her, he was like an uncle to her and she had the idea that he would have been scandalized. They chatted a bit more and then he stood and helped her to her feet. "I have to get going, but I'll be back up tomorrow to mow the grass and beat the thicket back for you. If there's anything else you need let me know then." He said and she nodded. "I'll have a list for you. The old place needs a lot of work, so I hope you're available for a while this spring and maybe in the summer too." She said in her soft voice. "For you I'll make sure of it." He said and they both suddenly realized the way their words could be taken and they turned away, quiet and blushing as they walked up the dock toward the house. They paused there and he helped her move her bags from the car and into the cottage. Inside it was close and dusty and warm and he paused at the door as he was about to leave. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow." He said. "Tomorrow." She agreed with a smile She watched him as he walked down to the boat to get his shirt and shoes before he headed off along the shore toward the cul-de-sac that he was parked in. She sighed and turned back to her cottage and knew that she had to clean before she could sleep. Better to get it done now than to dwell on it all night and she sighed as she got to work. * * * * * Christian was there early the next day, backing his truck into the yard next to her little car and moving back to get his tools off of the trailer. He could see the lawn chair down at the end of the dock, the little cooler next to it with cold water and the folded towel and after a minute he saw her sleek form cutting the water as she swam in a broad circle. He watched for a bit then got his machete off of the truck and strapped it to his thigh, got the sickle from the tool box and the swing blade from the trailer and started beating back the brush and the highest weeds. By the time he had finished that and was using the machete to lop off the low branches and chop up the fallen limbs he could feel that he had an audience and he turned to see her standing at the end of the dock, her slim form outlined by the light off of the water on the lake. He raised a hand to wave at her then went back to work. He chopped up the branches for kindling and he was about to get the mower off of his trailer when he heard her voice. "Care to join me for lunch?" She asked and he smiled at the thought, nodding. "Sure, what are you hungry for?" He asked and she shrugged. "I haven't had a chance to do much shopping yet, but I have some chicken wraps in the fridge, and some cold beer, if you're thirsty." She said. "I'm always thirsty, and that sounds perfect." He said, sliding the blade back into the sheath at his hip and turning to follow her toward the house. Inside was as clean as he had ever seen it. She must have been up all night and when he asked she just laughed. "Then don't look in the guest room or the perfect illusion will be shattered." She said as she handed him a cold beer and opened another for herself. "Illusions are good." He said as she took a drink. "What guest bedroom?" She laughed and tossed a wrap at him and he caught it with a smile. They sat and ate and drank a few beers and caught up a little more. She felt comfortable and relaxed and before they knew it an hour had passed. He got up to get back to work and she went down to the dock to relax in the sun for a while. He watched her walk and sighed. She was dressed in a little gold two-piece that gave a great view of her flat abs and her long legs and that perfect ass that he couldn't stop staring at. He shook his head and got the mower down and started in on the rest of the yard work. Down at the end of the dock Lora untied the back of her bikini top and laid down across her towel to let the sun soak into her skin. She was fairly pale from another long Canadian winter and the warm sun felt good on her skin. She gave it some thought then untied the sides of her bottoms and let the fabric fall between her thighs. She might as well get an even tan. And there in the sun she dozed and enjoyed the warmth. * * * * * She wasn't even aware how much time had passed until she heard a discreet cough and she glanced up to see Christian standing a few feet away, looking very pointedly back at the cottage. She realized her state of undress and quickly straightened her suit out. It was late afternoon and she felt great, rested and refreshed. "Hey, listen." He said once she was all covered again. "I'm about to head back for the day. I know that you need groceries and all, and I'm pretty sure you let me eat your dinner, so why don't I treat you to pizza in town?" He asked and she smiled at that. "That sounds good, let me get changed. And I want to give you the list that I made up before I forget it again." She said as they padded toward the house. She was warm and comfortable and glad for the sunblock she had put on before she laid down to tan, otherwise she would have had some sunburns in some uncomfortable places. She had no idea how she was going to tan her front, but she figured there would be a day when she was alone out there and she could manage it. She found the list for Christian and as he looked it over and nodded she went to her room to get changed, not noticing the long look he sent after her. He had a fascination with her and seeing her as he had today had not helped with that in the least. Her ass especially fascinated him and he had gotten a really good look at it this time. She was shapely and smooth, strong and fit and he was extremely attracted to her. But he had no idea how to broach the subject and he just planned to spend as much time out here as he could and hope that something would present itself eventually. She came out in a loose skirt that swirled around her knees and a tee with the sides cut out on over her bathing suit. Her hair was pulled back in a messy tail and she had on strappy sandals that came up to her knees. She smiled as she pulled a long sleeve shirt up around her waist and tied the arms and he tried his best not to stare... and failed. "Take a picture, tex, it'll last longer." She said with a smug grin then they headed toward the door. She chose to climb into his truck with him and he unhooked the trailer, as he would need it the next day, and they headed toward the nearby town. It was just a few minutes away by car and she sat with her feet up on the seat before her and the wind streaming in through the window, a smile on her face. They made it into the 'Main Drag' as the locals called it and he steered them into a parking lot. It wasn't a long walk to the nearby pizza place and they passed several people she knew from her time there with her father. They all had a wave and a smile or a hug for her and when they saw she was with him they all quirked eyebrows and hid smiles. She blushed prettily and demurred as they chatted with people and when they got into the pizza place she sighed and shook her head. "Does anyone around here not think we're together?" She asked. "I'm sure your girlfriend doesn't appreciate it." "What girlfriend?" He asked as the waiter came over, another local that Lora knew. "As if he'd let any one woman tie him down." She said sarcastically. "Hey Lora, how've you been?" She asked and the pair shared a hug and a laugh. "So he's quite the player is he?" She asked with a smile over at Christian. "Oh, he's got some lady from the city that's up there every other week, dressed all swanky and there's always some pretty girl asking how to get out to his place." She shared. "What'll ya have?" She asked, her pen clicking. "A beer please." Lora said, narrowing her eyes at Christian a little. "Make it a pitcher." He said with a smile. "And a whole pie, whatever one she wants." "Ooo, do you still have that filet mignon pizza?" Lora asked with a grin and the waitress played along. "For you, hon, we'll make one. Filet mignon it is." "And make it taste like triple pepperoni if you could." Lora said and the woman laughed as she moved off to fill the order. Spring Break "So..." She said as she turned her attention back to Christian. "No girlfriend but a string of hoochees that come and go. And at all hours I imagine." She said and he laughed out loud. "Hoochees?!" He asked incredulously. "Hardly. The 'Swanky' one is my agent, Jennifer who would be only too willing to share a bed, but I never sleep with any associates. The rest of them are models, in to sit for a painting or sculpture, or the wives and daughters of some people Jen knows that are willing to pay for portraits or busts." He explained. He had gladly shared his bed with more than a few of them, but none of it had ever been serious, few of them had ever been back a second time. "What about you?" He said with a grin. "Is there a guy back in Oshawa that's going to get jealous that you're skinny dipping with the local help?" He asked and she blushed so red she was almost purple and threw a coaster at him, narrowing her eyes as he laughed. "Not funny." She whispered. "Oh, come on, Lora. You think you're the only one here who's gone skinny dipping, or even been caught skinny dipping?" He asked as the waitress returned with the beer. "Oh honey." She said as she set two glasses down and poured a measure of richly amber ale into each. "What do you think I did at my lunch break? Skinny dipping and grabass are the two local sports. Hell, if you've got it flaunt it." She said then glanced down at the young woman. "And you've got it." She was gone a moment later and Lora stared after her, mouth agape. "And do you think I've got it?" She said as she rounded back on Christian. "I'm not answering that until you answer my question." He said, taking a drink of his beer. "Is there a guy back in Oshawa? Or a girl?" He asked and he took a drink as he waited for her answer. "I have a girlfriend." She said just as he was swallowing. "She tastes just like candy." She was rewarded as he tried to un-drink his beer, coughing and sputtering and she laughed as she took a long drink of her own beer. She had had a few serious relationships, but nothing permanent or lasting and she had been without a boyfriend for a few months now. She relented when he was done coughing and told him the truth with a smile. "No, no boyfriend, or girlfriend for that matter. I've been dry for a few months now." She noticed again, almost without trying, how good looking he was. She felt an ache in her core but said nothing as she sipped at her beer and the pizza arrived. It was so piled with pepperoni that she couldn't even see the cheese and her mouth was watering as she pulled a slice onto her plate. There were a few minutes of silence as they both got their food situated and ate a few bites, blowing and hissing as they chewed, then they took a drink of their beers and smiled at the same time. "That's good." She said. "I forgot just how good." He agreed with her and the pair of them killed the pizza and the beer and a second pitcher besides and they really got to catching up. She agreed to come out one day and have dinner at his place, catch up with his parents and enjoy the hospitality of their place and as he paid she stood just outside and looked up at the stars. There were so many more stars here than down south, the proximity to Toronto killed the view and she was already back in love with the night sky. She hoped that she would see an aurora while she was there, and as Christian came out she smiled at him and they turned their steps idly along the street, chatting as they went. Finally they reached the end of the street and he jingled his keys thoughtfully. "I should really drive you home, but I think I may have had a bit much to drink." He said, though he seemed steady and sober. She just shrugged. "It'll hardly be the first time I've walked home along the lake in the dark. I know the way." She said. "Let me walk you at least." He said and she shrugged. "I won't say no to that." They fell in step as they walked down to the lake and began the trek along the sandy and rocky shores around toward her house. It was a walk of perhaps an hour and the night was full and dark by the time they got there. They stood at the end of the dock and looked out at the water for a while without speaking and finally he glanced at his watch. "I should get started on my way back." He said. "I've got an early start tomorrow to get what I need for this place." He was turning when she caught his wrist and turned him back. He was about to speak when she raised up and kissed him very softly, her body leaning forward and her full lips caressing his mouth for a full second before he had the wherewithal to kiss her back. The moment lingered and when she finally settled back her eyes closed and she licked her lips as she smiled. "Yep, that's what thought it would feel like." She said and he reached out and let some of her hair trail through his fingers, it was as soft as silk. "You don't have to walk back, come sleep on the couch and I'll drive you back in the morning. I need to do my shopping anyhow." She said and he nodded. She took his hand and led him up to the house, his heart hammering and his voice lost. That had been the most amazing kiss he had ever felt. She got him situated on the couch with some blankets then went off to her room. He stared at the door for a solid half hour before he even tried to close his eyes. * * * * * The next thing he knew he was waking up to the smells of something delicious and he glanced over at the kitchen area and saw her there in a pair of shorts and her bikini top. She glanced over and winked at him before she turned back to the stove. "Washroom's all yours. Egg's'll be done in a minute. Do you take them up or over?" She asked and he sat up and scrubbed his eyes with his hands. "Umm, up, please." He said as he got to his feet. He heard her shove bread into the toaster as he went into the washroom to relieve himself of a pitcher of beer that had had time to turn his bladder into a lead ball. The bathroom was still warm and slightly misty from her shower and he contemplated a quick rinse himself but discarded it, he wasn't nearly familiar enough with her to do that. He came out and she was just setting the plates on the table. She poured him a cup of coffee and they sat across from one another and ate; two eggs sunny side up, toast and sausage and plenty of black coffee. They made a little small talk and felt comfortable together there. "Well, why don't you grab a shower and I'll make up a grocery list, then we can head into town." She said and he nodded. Her shower was comfortably small, just a little larger than one person needed and just a little too small for two. He sniffed at the soaps and shampoos as he stood under the water and selected one that smelled the least like flowers. He washed off quickly and killed the water then discovered his dilemma. There were no towels in the room. He looked all around and saw none then sighed and called out to her. "Hey, Lora... are there any towels around that I could use?" "What's that?" She said from the other room. He sighed and opened the door enough to stick his head out, but a hand pushed it open all the way and she stood there with a towel in one hand and a smile on her face. He was shocked and he stood there as she looked him over openly before she reached out and hung the towel off of his obvious erection. "Now we're even." She said as she turned away and he stared after her in shock as she gave a little wiggle of her ass. He shook his head and set the towel aside then took two steps and caught her arm and spun her around. She gave a little gasp of surprise as he pulled her close and captured her mouth with his. She stiffened, then melted against him and moaned as he kissed her. When her lips parted he took full advantage, a hand slipping into the small of her back and his tongue slipping into her mouth. She tensed but didn't pull away and when he suddenly released her and took a step back she stood there, mouth open a little and her eyes half closed. "Yep, that's what I thought it would feel like." He said with a grin. "NOW we're even." He said before he turned and picked up the towel and went into the washroom, closing the door behind him. * * * * * Lora was distracted as she shopped; straying often from her list when something caught her eye. She had a lot of groceries to buy to get her through the next two weeks. But she couldn't stop thinking about Christian and the kiss he had given her this morning. Her kiss the night before had been out of curiosity, and she had felt playful when she had ambushed him in the bathroom. But the kiss he had laid on her that morning was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It had been powerful, claiming and passionate and she could still feel the tight heat in her belly that he had ignited. She bit her lip and turned down another aisle. Her lips were still sensitive and the feel of her teeth reminded her of the hard kiss and she thought back to the last time she had seen him when she was still a kid. He had been so mean to her, throwing slugs on her and snapping her bra, pushing her off the dock and calling her names. He had been so... so mean to her. And now she felt this odd playfulness where he was concerned and the idea of him kissing her like that again made her smile. She glanced at the things in the aisle without really seeing them and stopped suddenly when she found herself looking at a rack of condoms. Without really thinking too much, she grabbed a box and dropped them into her cart. She got the last of her groceries and one of the clerks had a bag boy help her move them to the car. He was a kid of perhaps sixteen and she could feel him trying to stare at her without being too obvious about it. She took it in stride, not really leading him on but not discouraging him either, it was healthy to look, and as long as he didn't get too forward she had no problem with it. He got the groceries into her car and she was just pulling out of the lot when she saw the familiar blue work truck pulling out of the hardware store across the street. She waved at Christian and he honked his horn and let her go ahead of him. She pulled into the liquor store parking lot a few blocks later and he pulled in with her and came over to open her door. She smiled as she climbed out of the truck and he smiled back at her. "Any preferences? She asked as she gestured toward the store and he shrugged. "I'll drink most beer, I don't mind rum or vodka either." He said and she nodded. "Then I'll pick up a few things and meet you back at the house." She smiled prettily and turned away. He headed back to his truck and he was almost there when her hand caught his arm and he turned. She rose up and met him halfway with another kiss, her soft lips pressing hard to his mouth and her body pressing against his. He put his hand on her back reflexively and held her there and when she slipped away he didn't let her get far before he claimed another kiss from her, bending down and hearing her little exclamation of surprise as he found her mouth again. She didn't pull away or resist, surrendering to him and enjoying everything that was taking place between them. He turned her and pressed her back against the side of the truck as his free hand came up to her cheek and the pad of his thumb caressed the soft skin just under her eye. When he finally released her she was breathless, that look of half-hidden lust plain on her face and she slowly focused on him. "You should let me paint you." He said softly. "You're more beautiful than any model I've ever met. I would make a masterpiece with you in it." He said and she smiled a little. "Beautiful? But you used to be so mean to me." She said. "Snapping my bra and calling me names..." "That was because I had a crush on you and I didn't know what to do with it. And when I saw you leaping into the water the other day I remembered it all with a rush. I've never forgotten you, Lora, never forgotten my feelings. You have no idea how hard it was to not follow you into your bedroom last night." He said and she smiled again. "And here I laid in bed staring at the door for an hour hoping you would." She said gently. "Go get your paints..." Then she slipped out of his grasp and walked toward the store, casting one look back at him with such heat and weight to it that he couldn't walk... he couldn't even think past what she had just said. * * * * * Lora's hands were trembling as she unpacked her groceries and put them away. A lot of it was cans and dried goods, stuff that would keep over the last, busiest months of the school year until she could return here for the summer. Perishables she bought sparingly, preferring to buy them as she needed them, and of course more cleaning supplies to finish up what she had to do to get the place back into good shape. She kept glancing over at the easel and the case of supplies that Christian had deposited in the corner of the room and her heart would lurch a little faster, the heat in her core would wind a little tighter and she would have to force herself to get back to work. She put it all away, stocking the pantry and the cupboards, the refrigerator and the chest freezer before she was done then she got started on the cleaning while she listened to Christian working outside. He was up on a ladder cleaning the gutters and she heard the scrape of his tools. She bit her lip as she cleaned, remembering their kisses in complete detail and feeling very hungry for more of them. But there was work to be done and she wanted to finish it so she could stop thinking about it. But as much as she tried to focus on the work, she kept thinking about him. She had gotten a very good look this morning when she had ambushed him in the shower and now the image of him kept coming back. He had been so hard... What had he been thinking about that had made him so hard? And he had been unashamed of his nudity past the initial shock of it. She bit her lip again as she thought about it and squirmed a little as she worked to clean out the guest room. There was a huge pile of furniture covers that were going to need washing and the whole place needed an airing out. She piled the covers in the corner of the room and set about dusting and wiping everything down, opening every window as she went, sweeping and mopping and when she turned she saw him leaning in the door, his hands in his pockets and watching her in a way she had never seen anyone do before. "What?" She asked as she pushed her bangs out of her face. She was coated in sweat and dust and there was a dark gray smudge on one cheek while her clothes were absolutely filthy. "Just watching you... it's inspiring." He said and she smirked as she walked toward him. "Liar." She said as she passed, rising up to give him a peck on the lips. "But thank you." She was about to step away when his hand caught her arm and he pulled her back into another kiss. It lingered and left her as tightly wound and aroused as she had ever been in her life. When he let her go she licked her lips and leaned back against the far wall. "Is this going to be a regular thing, you kissing me like that every time I kiss you?" She asked. "The only way to find out is to make a habit out of kissing me." He said and she curled her lips in a wry smile before she started off down the hall. "I stink, I'm going for a quick swim. Want to join me?" She asked, glancing back at him. He did, and the pair of them went out to the dock and stripped down to their underwear then she looked at him for a long moment before she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties. "Seeing as you're going to see me naked soon enough anyway, I will if you will." She said. He looked at her for a moment then unashamedly stripped his boxers off as she slipped the panties down her legs. She felt unbelievably nervous, but she didn't stop, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. She stood there as he looked her over feeling more naked than being merely unclothed should account for but she didn't flinch or cover up. He was assessing but not judging and she felt her heart hammer in her chest as he slid his gaze down her legs and then back up across her body. She had gotten into the habit of shaving her body hair for swimming and she kept with it, her long legs were tone and smooth, her sex was a bare slit between her thighs and her hips flared and rounded, with just a little padding to round the edges. Her tummy was tone and flat with just the slightest hint of definition and her arms framed the gentle swell of her B-cup breasts, which were capped with pale pink nipples. Her collarbones arched gracefully under her skin and he saw that she had a longer neck than he had realized, graceful with the too fast flutter of her pulse visible to him. He could tell how nervous she was and he stepped forward casually and kissed her on the forehead, his hand coming up to slide across her cheek and into her hair. He could feel the tension in the back of her neck, the tendons there as hard as iron rods and he realized that she was trembling in a mix of anxiety and terror. "Earlier when I said you were more beautiful than any model I'd ever met..." He said and she looked into his eyes. "Yeah?" "I wasn't kidding. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He said. She smiled and kissed him. He accepted the kiss with a smile of his own and when he felt her arms come up to his waist he thought nothing of it until it was too late. But suddenly he was moving and he heard her laughter a moment before he hit the water. He surfaced with a gasp and cast around for her. She surfaced a few dozen feet away, still laughing as she looked at him. "If you want to kiss me back now you'll have to catch me first." She taunted and he smiled as he started toward her. He was a good swimmer, growing up in lake country did that for him, but she had swum competitively and she was lithe and quick, so he was destined to lose. But he had never had so much fun trying. They spent a happy hour in the water chasing each other around and when they were done they treaded water a few feet apart, laughing and panting to catch their breath. He would be fairly sore tomorrow but he had an idea that he wouldn't really care. "So, you ready to paint me?" She asked and he shrugged. "Are you ready to be painted?" "I... I think I am. How do you want me?" She asked and it was clear that the double-entendre was deliberate. "Just like that." He said and the two of them paddled for the shore together. * * * * * She was trembling again as she reclined on the sofa. She was still bare to the world, but her hair had dried and she had been posed in a seductive but not sexual position. Her legs were half curled under her and she was facing him squarely with her hair back and her shoulders squared so her breasts were presented, but she was looking off to the side and her face was hidden. She could hear the rasp of the brush and the slight squeaks as the easel moved on the wood floors, she could hear him breathing and muttering to himself under his breath and above it all she could hear her own heartbeat. He looked at her differently than he had before, still assessing her body, but in a different way. He had lit a fire in the hearth and dimmed the lights around her and she was placed to be looking into the fire, which gave off the light that played and danced on her skin. She was warm and comfortable and relaxed... and she had to fight like mad not to fidget or squirm. Partly because keeping the same pose for an hour or so was more difficult than she had realized but mostly because she was so turned on and aroused that she just couldn't sit still. Finally though he rose and looked over the painting again before he looked at her and then back to the painting and he nodded. Spring Break "Alright, you can relax." She turned her head and saw that he was just as naked as she was. He turned the easel and she gasped at what she saw. It was beautiful, it was her, but seated on a pile of furs instead of her old sofa, the light playing on her skin was captured perfectly and she could almost see it moving as she looked the image over. The face was hidden enough that a casual observer couldn't tell who it was, just the slightly parted crimson lips that seemed to stand out vividly, the only red in the image. The rest was all soft shades of white and flesh tones with no hard lines or defining places. It was all shades and contrast and yet it was clearly her, she could see herself in the flawless painting. He had captured her well and she was stunned at the image. Her lap was covered in a fur that was delineated by what it covered, for it was invisible in and of itself, but there was the soft curve of one hip and the gentle swell of her thigh, a knee and calf and both of her feet while the rest of her from the waist down was mostly hidden, just a few hints of her, enough to show that she was completely nude aside from the furs. "There you are. I'll apply a sealer on it in a day or two, but you can keep this, my gift to you." He said softly and she shook her head, blushing again. "I don't have anywhere I can hang it, nowhere that people wouldn't recognize it instantly. It's beautiful though... you're so talented." She said as she looked at it closely. She felt his warm hand settle at the small of her back and she smiled, the touch was casual and comfortable. When she turned her head to say something his other hand caught her chin and bent her head back as his mouth caught hers in a deep kiss. She moaned into his mouth again, and she could instantly feel the difference in this kiss from the others they had shared. The others had been passionate, deep and claiming. But this one was blatantly sexual. It didn't just suggest, it came right out and said and she didn't deny or fight what she was feeling. His hand slipped from her chin down, the tips of his fingers just barely touching her skin as he trailed down across her throat, feeling her pulse under his fingers. Down, over the swell of her collarbone and lower until she felt the feather-light caress along the valley of her breasts. She gasped into the long kiss, desperate for air but more desperate for the kiss to continue, for all of it to continue and when his hand turned and the backs of his fingers caressed the warm skin of her breast she moaned, a long drawn out sound that finally broke their kiss. His hand reversed again and she felt his palm turning, felt the warmth that radiated off of him a moment before his hand covered her flesh. She brought her own hand up to cover his and she stared into his eyes as he looked at her. It was the single most intimate moment of her entire life and there was no way to stop it, not even if she had wanted to. But she didn't want to, she never wanted this moment to end and she smiled as she turned her hand and slipped it into his, turning and leading him toward the door to her room. He followed along without a word and when she moved to the bed and turned, sitting on the edge he bent to follow her, but her hands at his chest stopped him. She looked up and shook her head with a smile and he stood and looked down at her as she let her gaze run down his chest, across his abs and ribs, all tone and fit from his work outdoors, and her hands caressed his thighs, slowly going up to meet her eyes at his cock. He was a professional, used to being naked to place his subjects at ease as they modeled for him. He was soft and at rest, but as her small hands found his warm flesh he stirred and in moments he responded to the stimuli and his hard shaft stood out, filling her hands and pointing straight at her chest. He watched as she bit her lower lip, her eyes half hidden by her lashes as she stroked him softly, her hands circling him and moving gently. Then her gaze lifted and the heated look behind her eyes, the lust and passion that were hidden there had him so aroused that it hurt. He gasped and couldn't look away as she leaned forward and placed a soft, gentle kiss on his tip with her soft lips. He groaned slightly at the feeling and her tongue came out and gave him a little lick, then another, then a soft kiss that saw her lips parting and surrounding the head of his shaft and he sighed and his hands moved to gather her hair back as her tongue caressed his tip softly, warm and gentle as she looked at him and her jaw worked and she bobbed her head forward and took a little more of him into her mouth. Then a little more... and a little more and he was fascinated. With one hand he held her hair back out of her face, his grip loose and not controlling and the other he stroked her cheek and jaw, traced the curve of her ear and touched the soft full lips that gently curled into a smile as she slid her head back, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled hard at the tip of his cock. He slipped from her mouth with a soft 'pop' and she smiled and sucked at her lips to capture the taste of his warm flesh. He was panting heavily as he looked down at her smile, her mouth just wide enough to make the grin cat-like before her soft pink tongue came out and licked across the bottom of his shaft and up toward the tip. She grinned happily and her head bobbed back down and he gasped as she took over half of him into her mouth all at once, suckling at him and caressing him with her lips and tongue, one small hand caressing the remainder and the other slipping down to cup his sack and roll his balls in her palm as she bobbed her head and seemed to thoroughly enjoy the act. He was at a loss for words, a loss of thought as he watched and when she slid her head back and let him pop from her mouth again he bent down and caught her with a strong kiss. Lora was caught unaware by the gesture, she had had a few lovers in the past that she had been so free with her mouth but none of them had wanted to kiss her after. Christian had done it without even flinching, and she almost sobbed as she fell back onto the bed, her hands slipping away from his shaft and clutching at his arms. He pressed her back into the sheets and they kissed for a long time, body to body, one of his hands still at the back of her head and the other had gone to her breast, giving the warm flesh a gentle squeeze. She moaned and whimpered into the kiss when she felt his hand slip down, past the arch of her ribs and across her tummy. She felt his fingers trace the well of her navel and then down again across the gentle swell of her mons. She gave a little wordless cry and arched her back, her legs spreading and she felt his hand slide between her thighs and one finger parted her vulva and slid across the wet slit of her entrance. She sobbed at how good it felt, how he was taking his time and when she looked at him again he was watching, his eyes focused on her, a serious expression on his face as his fingers moved, working gently and patiently against the tender flesh and as the tip of his middle finger slipped through her entrance she felt her breath leave her in a rush. He smiled at that and bent down. She thought he would kiss her, but instead he brushed his lips across her lower lip, tasting the soft flesh tenderly, feeling the full swell before he moved to place a heated kiss at the curve of her jaw and then another at the point of her pulse. The next kiss was at the tip of her collarbone, then another at the top of her soft breast and then another between as his hand moved and caressed and his fingertip circled the rim of her entrance, never quite delving into her but teasing, arousing, spreading her wetness and keeping her as aroused as she could be. She sobbed and writhed on the bed and when he captured her aching nipple with his mouth, his finger slid higher at the same time and found the pearl of her clit unerringly. She cried out and arched her back again, pressing her breast further into his mouth and trying to get her sensitive clit away from his deft fingers. But he didn't let her escape; he followed along and teased her as he sucked hard at her nipple. She clutched at the sheets and writhed as he smiled around her warm flesh then his mouth moved quickly, hungrily to the other breast as his hand slipped down and his finger, wet with her nectar, slipped into her smoothly. She sobbed at the feeling and she involuntarily clenched down with her core on his digit. More than a decade of regular swimming had made her core strong and he could feel the clench of her muscles acutely. She cried out, a wordless inarticulate sound, the closest her voice could come to putting her passion and arousal into words. Her hands scrabbled for purchase, alternating between the sheets and his hair and shoulders and back as she writhed on the bed. He smiled and shifted slightly, his mouth trailing kisses across the soft swell of her breasts and down. He followed the arc of her ribs from the center of her body across the top of her abdomen and down to her hips, his kisses leaving a trail of fire as he went. Then he came back to the center again and kissed the other way, down to her hip while his hand kept at her sex, a second finger slipping gently into her, stretching her a little more, making her back arch again as she writhed and sobbed at the feeling. When his fingers curled and caressed the top of her passage she gasped, eyes wide and hands clutching at the sheets so hard her knuckles were white. He smiled at her reaction and kissed down the center of her belly now, pausing at her navel and lightly biting the little swell of skin at the bottom before he continued down. His fingers within her moved gently, sliding through her in alternating directions, one slipping deeper in and the other curling, his fingertip tracing along the top of her canal as he curled it back toward her entrance before he reversed, always making sure to caress her with one or the other as his mouth kissed across her mons and down lower. She was sobbing freely by the time he reached her sex with his mouth, his knees bending as he knelt on the floor between her spread thighs. She tried to see him, raising her head, her mouth open and her brow furrowed with the overload of sensations that he was heaping upon her and she made eye contact with him just as his fingers slipped from her heated core. She whimpered at the feeling, but he just winked and his mouth covered her pussy and he kissed her soft lips, his tongue delving in where his fingers had just left and the sudden feeling, the heat and the intensity of it overwhelmed her and she cried out and climaxed all at once. It was unexpected for them both, her back arched and her feet pushed at the bed, raising her hips up. He rose as well, following her as best he could. Her core clenched down tight and her passage flooded with her juices as she sobbed her way through the intense sensations that were filling her body. He kept at her sex, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her back against his mouth only moments after she escaped. He lapped at her slit and drank down her nectar, sucked at the soft lips and delved into her with his tongue as far as he could and did everything he could think of to prolong her pleasure. When she finally started to come down off of her pleasure she was gulping for air and sobbing at the power of her release. He lingered there between her thighs and she moaned and whimpered in protest until he rose up, kissing up across her body again, taking his sweet time until she could reach his head. Then her hands grasped his hair and his chin and she pulled him toward her as she sat up and met him in the most passionate kiss they had shared so far. He smiled as she pulled him on top of her and her legs went around him, her wet, heated sex pressing up against him and her hips ground around, spreading her wetness on his shaft and his hips as she moaned and held him in the kiss for a very long time. Lora had only ever had a single boyfriend who had gone down on her, and he had been half-hearted at best. No one had ever shown the care and obvious pleasure that Christian had. She needed him more than she had ever needed anything in her life. "Now... She gasped as she broke the kiss, both of her hands at the back of his neck and her forehead pressed to his as she stared right into his eyes. "Right now... I need you." She could barely form the words, her already low voice made nearly inaudible with her powerful desire, with the need that was burning in her core like a flare. She didn't even think of the box of condoms that were secreted in the night stand not two feet away. She didn't care, if she didn't feel him inside of her soon... Her thoughts were interrupted and scattered as she felt him slip forward and his shaft parted her sex and slipped completely into her in a single smooth stroke. She had been about to speak, about to beg if she had to and his sudden penetration turned that into a cry that was almost a scream of pleasure. Lora had never been so vocal in her pleasure before, never cried out with such complete and utter passion in that way. Part of it was her living arrangement back at home. She had a small apartment with thin walls, so she had to school herself. But here, with no neighbors for a few kilometers in any direction, the only ones that heard her aside from Christian were a family of loons that took sudden flight as her cry echoed across the lake. Her cry subsided and she gritted her teeth and stared into his eyes as he moved, shifting so they were both fully on the bed before he started stroking gently and slowly through her. She sobbed at the sensation of him moving through her core, the feel of his shaft, her passage glove-tight around him, was so delicious that she couldn't even think. She was reduced down to her most primal, feral, animal self and she couldn't form words. She could only growl at him, her teeth gritted and bared as she clung to him with all four limbs and she felt both powerful and helpless as he moved. His cock slipped through her with the slow rhythm he had and she felt him in her deepest recesses, the two of them as closely fitted as puzzle pieces. It was as if they had been made for one another, as if they had always been meant to be together this closely. They were the same height, close to the same weight and every part of them mated up perfectly. But she wasn't thinking clearly enough to register all of this; she was only focusing on how good he felt filling her this way, how deeply he was penetrating, and how acutely she could feel every inch of his shaft. For Christian it was a similar feeling, she was so warm and so tight around him that he could feel her pulse around his cock... or perhaps he was feeling his own pulse with how tight she was... or perhaps it was both, their heartbeats as perfectly matched as the rest of them, beating in perfect synchronism. Whatever it was, he was entranced, and that was just the beginning of his fascination with her. The soft warmth of her skin, the swell of her breasts against his chest, the feel of her hands at the back of his neck, her strong legs as they wrapped around him... every part of her that he could feel was perfect. Then there were the sounds... the little grunts and whimpers and soft sobs of pleasure that escaped her, her breathing and the little wordless cries that she voiced. There was the scent of her hair and skin and sex, the taste of her lips and her nectar, her skin and her mouth. And the sight of her, the beauty of her face and her body, the smooth lines of her legs and her abdomen, the way her lip curled at one side when she was feeling mischievous, the way her left eyebrow would tilt up when she was skeptical or amused. And her eyes... the way they could shift from dark, forest green through to hazel and almost gold when she was feeling good or laughing. All of it combined and made her a feast for his senses. He loved her personality, her dedication to whatever she was doing and how casually she seemed to do anything she set herself to do. He was falling out of lust with her... and head over heels into love. He only wished that there was a way he could fall faster. But then she suddenly tensed, her core clenching down even tighter around him until he could barely move and her back arched, her hands scrabbled down his back for purchase and her body temperature skyrocketed until she was radiating heat like an oven. She drew a shuddering breath as she arched her back farther and farther, her strength enough to lift him on the bed until he thought she was going to throw him off as she came again. The breath she had fought so hard for escaped in another wordless cry of passion. He kept moving as much as he could, a little in either direction, trying to keep her pleasure going as he held onto her and her nails scratched his back until blood flowed from his torn skin. She had had sex before, but never had she been able to let herself go as much as she was right then. She had a compatible, attentive lover and no reason to restrain herself and the release she was feeling was so powerful that it bordered on pain. But it was a delicious feeling and as she came down she focused on him again and he saw her happy, hungry smile. He felt her shifting and when she pushed off of the bed, he turned and rolled so she was atop him without them having to part even for a moment. She shifted and got her legs where she wanted them then she kissed him, her hands on his cheeks and her hips rolling gently as she started moving. She was still sensitive from her prior orgasms and each movement of his length through her core sent shocks of pleasure up her spine. She felt his hands slip down her sides, across her ribs and up, one pausing at her breast, kneading the soft flesh gently, and the other continuing up between them to cup the side of her face. She smiled and broke the kiss, turning her head to nuzzle into his hand, her lips kissing his palm then capturing the pad of his thumb. She smiled playfully and bit down on his digit, her eyes closed as she rose up until she was sitting across his hips. Her hands braced against his chest for a moment as she got her balance, shivering as the new position let him press just a little deeper into her core until his tip was firm against her cervix. The feeling was perfect and she rolled her hips as she opened her eyes and looked right at him, smiling around the thumb in her mouth. He smiled right back at her and gave her breast a firm squeeze, his fingers slipping across her sweat-slick flesh until he caught her nipple between the pad of his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger and she arched her back slightly, leaning toward his hand, reflexively trying to ease the sudden burst of sensation that he sent through her body. It bounced around in her like an echo trapped in a cave, her pussy throbbing and her nipples aching, her mouth and the back of her neck tingling and every other part of her body, from her scalp to the tips of her toes calling for attention in some way as he rolled the tender bud between his fingers. She managed to start moving again slowly, her hips rolling a little and her legs lifting her slightly so he slipped through her deepest parts, caressing and massaging. Her hands left faint scratches on his chest and then his arm as one hand came up to cover his at her breast and the other held his wrist where his hand still cupped her cheek. His thumb slipped from her mouth as she gave voice to the most sensual moan that he had ever heard in his life and he turned his palm to lace his fingers through hers. She did the same with his other hand, lamenting the loss of the feeling at her breast, but needing that contact with him, that link which was somehow just as intimate as coupling. Her eyes locked with his and she rose up, his shaft slipping from her as her legs lifted and her hips rolled until just the tip was still in her body, then she reversed, slipping back down and engulfing him entirely. He groaned and fought the urge to push up and meet her, letting her control everything that he could and just reveling in their contact and mutual arousal. Spring Break She smiled as she felt the slip of his length through her and as she rose up again she clenched down with her core, resisting the slip of his shaft out of her body, making him groan as he felt again the strength in her body. As she came back down, she relaxed and let him slip back into her with ease. She went a little faster, setting a rhythm as a moan started to build within her. ...clench... ...raise... ...pause... ...relax... ...drop... ...clench... ...over and over she repeated it until she didn't even have to think about it, getting a little faster each time, a little more fluid as she felt the now familiar clench of a rising orgasm in her core. She gritted her teeth behind a smile and gazed right down at Christian, struggling to get her thoughts in order, trying to form the words as she moved over him and struggled with the desire, the need to climax. "I... I bet..." she said, gasping for breath. "I bet I can... That I can... hold out... longer than... longer than you can." She managed through clenched teeth finally. He smiled up at her, his hands giving hers a squeeze as she kept moving over him. "And what... what if I win?" He managed to ask around his groaning. "Anything..." She said with a smile, her mouth opening as she felt a tremor almost undo her. "Anything you want..." She finished. "And... and if you win..." He said, having as much trouble as she was. "You can have... have anything... any... anything you want as well." He said and she smiled at him, the challenge laid down and accepted. She moved over him a little faster, forgoing the clenching and tensing as she held onto his hands, looked him in the eye and just gave it her all. She was slipping over him quickly, feeling him with every inch of her being, and it was a tossup as to who would go first. He was clenching his teeth and biding his time as he carefully adjusted his legs and then when she was coming down he pushed up hard to meet her and he was rewarded with a slightly deeper penetration, pressing hard at her cervix, harder than ever before, and that was just enough to send her over a bare instant before he lost all control and his seed flooded out of him and into her. Neither of them had ever felt anything like that before, their mutual orgasm was so powerful, so complete that they both cried out in their pleasure and she pulled him up into a hard kiss, mouths working together and her arms around his neck as she tried to keep her hips moving as his arms came around her waist and held her, his mouth just as hungry as hers and just as willing and eager. He filled her to overflowing and the wash of his warm spend sent her orgasm spinning off again, redoubling the feeling and making her sob and cry out, breaking the kiss. But she was immediately back at his mouth, hungry and needing him more than ever. They collapsed back onto the bed and lay there, tangled together, still joined at the hip and gasping for breath as their bodies, slicked with sweat, cooled in the warm night air. * * * * * Lora shivered as Christian traced a finger up the center of her spine. She drew in a hissing breath and smiled, but she swatted playfully at his chest. "That's no fair..." she said in her sleepy voice. She was at the cusp of sleep, her eyes mostly closed and her body molded to his. She was comfortable and warm and she didn't ever want this time to end. "What's not fair?" He asked with a smile as he traced his finger up her back again. "This?" She shivered again and smiled then kissed him softly. Her slight movement, just a lengthening of her spine so her lips could reach his, was enough to allow his cock to slip from her followed by a wash of their mixed fluids. She whimpered at the loss and tried to get even closer than she already was. He enfolded her in his arms and kissed her forehead, making her smile. "Please stay tonight." She asked him as the last bits of her conscious mind started to slip into sleep. "Please don't make me sleep alone tonight." She said in a whisper as she slipped into sleep, the last thing she felt was his gentle kiss on her brow. Christian lay there awake for a long time, just holding her on his chest and stroking her hair and her skin, gazing at her sleeping face and the contented smile that she had. She was beautiful, she was lovely and flawless and a hundred other words that he couldn't even think of at the moment. And he was sure that he loved her. It had started out as an infatuation, triggered by the graceful arch of her naked body as she leapt off the dock over his head two days before. He had no idea that it could so quickly turn so serious... at least, serious for him. He had no idea how she felt on the matter, but the way she clung to him was certainly very fetching and affectionate. But was it just a physical attraction, or was it something more? It was never going to work, he knew that. He was never moving to a big city again, and she had a life and a career in Oshawa, just outside of Toronto. He was sure she had friends and plans, that she liked the culture and sights and everything else that went with life in a city. She would visit surely, but could he be content with that? He sighed as he kissed her forehead again and marveled at just how long her hair was, at how long her legs were, at how strong she was, how tone and fit. He was fascinated with every aspect of her and he lay awake for another hour or so admiring her every line and curve before he finally drifted off to sleep himself. * * * * * The next few days passed so quickly that they lost all track of time. As Easter got closer, they worked side by side on cleaning up the cottage. She helped him paint and tame the thicket around the yard, they repainted the boat and repaired the roof and generally enjoyed being around each other. And each day they would swim in the lake as the sun set and sometimes they would make love on the rocky shore of the water, sometimes on the dock. Once they laughed as they tried to make love in the boat only to have it dump them in the water and nearly sink. But every night they would climb into her bed together and fall asleep... eventually... with their limbs tangled together and the sheets half pulled off of the bed. In the morning they would wake the same way they had gone to sleep and they would crowd into her little shower and laugh as they tried to wash one another with just a little too little room to manage it. Then they would go into her little kitchen area and work on breakfast together before they even thought about getting dressed. They laughed a lot and they got closer with each passing day. It was clear to anyone who saw them together that there was more between them than the causal homeowner-and-handyman relationship that they insisted was the limit of their involvement, and a great many smiles were carefully hidden away when the pair of them went past. Saturday evening as they finished up the last of the painting and were standing back looking at the finished cottage, Christian turned to her with a smile. She had her long hair back in a messy bun, with loose strands and wisps of hair drifting in the breeze, she was wearing a pair of loose pants that were cinched at her waist and one of her many bikini tops. She was slicked with sweat and there was a smudge on her cheek where she had leaned in too close and gotten herself with the brush at one point, bringing a very un-ladylike word to her lips. But she looked satisfied with her work, please with the appearance of the cottage and just generally happy. She turned and caught him smiling and he could tell that they wouldn't make it past the beach tonight. She was feeling playful and happy and that usually meant starting in the water and making it to the shore only so they didn't drown in the midst of their lovemaking. It was the kind of night that they would be energized well into the night and they would sleep in late tomorrow. He had the sudden inspiration to rise early and paint her again. He had used his 'Anything' from their little game to get her to agree to let him paint her whenever the inspiration took him and it had at least four times in the last week. He knew that tomorrow would be another day that saw a painting of her drying in the living room. "What?" She asked, seeing his contemplative look. "My dad said that if I don't bring you with me, I'm not welcome at Easter supper." He said, embellishing his father's actual words a little. "And my mother is doing a goose, so I want to get in the door." She curled her lips in her playful smile and turned to look back at the cottage. "Well, we could just do an Easter supper for the two of us. Clothing optional." She said and he was sorely tempted. She felt his indecision and broke into laughter as she turned to look at him, her hands going to the belt at her waist as she kicked off her sandals. "Man, you look so torn!" She said as she let the pants fall to reveal the bottoms of her bikini. "I'll tell you want, if you can catch me, you can decide. But if not..." She left the rest unsaid as he fairly tackled her, easily familiar with her sense of humour by now. She shrieked with laughter as he bore her down to the grass, rolling across the lawn and play fighting with her. When they stopped he was pinning her to the ground and she was gulping for air. One side of her bikini top had been pulled up and her left breast was bared. He held her wrists and smiled down at her, his legs pinning hers to the ground and she twisted her mouth in a little moue of displeasure as she struggled prettily. "Meanie!" She said and he laughed then kissed her. They didn't even make it to the lake first that day. * * * * * Lora sang along softly with his stereo as they rode up the long, winding road that led to the big house on top of the hill. It was meant for a huge, sprawling family and it was clear that Brian and his wife Vanessa planned to see it filled someday. She had woken late to an empty bed, and she was half curled on her side, the blanket over one hip and leg and her hand out-flung to the place where Christian had been. She had thought at first that he was gone, but then he spoke, admonishing her to hold her pose and she had listened to the soft susurrus of his brushes on canvas. He had finally relented and she had almost run for the washroom, her bladder protesting the treatment before she had come back to see what lovely work he had painted of her this time. He had captured her pose and her expression beautifully. The painting looked warm as she admired his work. Her face was clearly visible and while there was no obvious sign of nudity, it was clear that she was naked. Her hair was all loose and messy, he had outlined her leg and hip perfectly and as before the only thing on the canvas was her, no furniture or covers, just the outlines where they should be delineated by the soft contours and colours of her body. And like every other painting he had done of her the one point of contrast was the red he used for her lips. It was sensual and erotic and she had showed him just how much she appreciated it before they had gone to struggle with the small shower and work on breakfast. It was a pleasant memory and they had left to make the long drive to his parent's house shortly after that. Christian's parents met them at the door, smiling and welcoming her as if she were a lost child of theirs. They gave her condolences on her father and sympathy for what had happened at his funeral and just that smoothly she was a part of their family. She was brought inside and reunited to Christian's younger sister Claire, who Lora had always gotten along with. Claire introduced her to her husband, Ryan and her two children, Abigail, who at five was the perfect image of ladylike grace, and to Neil, a wide-eyed chubby baby with a ready laugh and an instant fascination with Lora's hair. The last member of the family was Seraphina, Christian's youngest sibling whose full name was Seraphina Surprise Underwood because Vanessa had conceived her at forty, after she had supposedly been unable to have any more children. She was a darkly brooding, pretty young woman who nodded silently to Lora then vanished up to the loft to sit in a comfortable chair with a scarred old cat and a book while the others all chatted. Lora was immediately comfortable in the house, remembering the sleepovers with Claire when they were younger and visits when her father would come up for fishing and beer. The house had been rearranged a little since she had last been there, but it was still familiar and soon she was settled in with a glass of wine and she smiled at Christian and leaned against him, feeling his arm come around her and a soft kiss at her temple. His parents glanced at once another and smiled, accepting the choice the young couple had made without comment while Claire fairly beamed with pleasure. She caught up with the family, the comings and goings of their lives and the trials and tragedies as well. Vanessa had had four miscarriages after Claire and when Seraphina had come along they were skeptical, sure that she would lose the baby. She had been careful and meticulous with her diet and when she had gone into early labour she had been flown into Toronto where she gave birth and Seraphina was kept in an incubator for nearly six months to make sure she was as healthy as possible. "God but she has always had a set of lungs on her, that one." Vanessa said as she glanced up at the loft where her youngest was secluded. "She could scream the ears off a statue." "But she can sing too." Brian said with a touch of pride. "All my kids are talented. Sera sings, Chris paints and Claire teaches." He said. Lora, who hadn't had a chance to catch up with her old friend yet, looked at her with wide eyes. "You're a teacher too?!" She asked and Claire, who was nursing young Neil, looked up with a smile and a nod. "Yep, I'm on mat leave this year, but I'll be back teaching the grade three at Seven Pines this fall." She said, indicating the local grade school. "I teach Grade two at Mackenzie King School in Oshawa." She said excitedly and suddenly the two of them were chatting away as the others watched with smiles all around. Word got around in small towns and it wasn't hard to learn where Christian had been spending his nights lately. Ryan proved to be pilot, running helicopter tours of the area around the town and flying a water bomber in the annual fire season. As they were talking other groups started to arrive, friends from around the lake that had all been invited and Lora was dragooned into helping Vanessa check on the three geese that she had cooking. The woman was a master in the kitchen, quite literally. She had been the executive chef at a four star restaurant for years and she still did a lot of cooking for various charities and gatherings, a sort of unofficial caterer for the area. Her kitchen had been remodeled heavily since Lora had last been there, and it had two ranges and six ovens to accommodate all of the cooking that went on and there was a walk in freezer at the back of the room. Watching Vanessa at work was just as interesting as watching Christian paint, the woman was an artist. It was soon clear however, that Lora had not been brought to help with dinner, but for the matron of the family to have a word with her. She watched as Vanessa slid the third goose back into the oven then stood and fetched down two wine glasses and filled them with a rich, purple wine. "Here, try this, it's a blackberry wine that I've been trying to perfect for the last fifteen years." She had a greenhouse on the back of her home where she grew her own herbs and some vegetables and one whole side was given over to carefully trimmed blackberry vines. Lora sipped at the wine and found it perfect, not too sweet or too tart and with just enough alcohol to make her aware that it wasn't juice. She sipped again and nodded appreciatively. "It's perfect, Mrs. Underwood." She said and Vanessa snorted. "Please, it's Vanessa." She said as she seated herself at the counter and beckoned Lora to the stool across from her. "My husband usually calls me 'Lady who feeds me' and my kids have always called me mom." She sipped at her wine and nodded, agreeing with Lora. She set the glass down then looked at the young woman across from her with a serious expression. "It appears my son is rather interested in you." She said with an even tone. "He's been spending all of his time at your place. I know his excuse that it is for 'Work', but I've never seen him stay over for a full week when he's just 'working'." "Well, I'm fairly interested in Christian as well." He said honestly, smiling as she thought on their relationship and how fast it had developed. "He's a good boy, but he's had some hurts in his past." Vanessa said seriously. "I have no problem with you being lovers, lord knows it's healthy. But he needs a real relationship. Do you think that is something you can have with him?" Lora knew what she meant. Her place in Oshawa was a five hour drive away if she took the shortest route, but it was closer to eight hours most of the time. That was a hell of a commute for any relationship and Lora had a lot of late nights and long hours at the school, meaning she wouldn't get out here very often. She sipped her wine and stared into the glass for a moment before she looked up at Vanessa. "I don't know if I love him, but I think so. I'll be back for the summer this year and by the end of that I'll know for certain. I won't ask him to try and have a relationship with someone halfway across the province, but I don't know if he's willing to move or if I am." She said seriously. Vanessa gazed into her eyes for a long time, neither woman looking away or blinking. It wasn't a test or struggle for dominance; it was the pair trying to read one another. Finally Vanessa nodded and smiled. "Then listen to this..." She said and Lora listened to her speak, listened to her outlining an idea and it was something that she would be thinking about constantly for the next several months. * * * * * More than thirty people turned out for the supper that the Underwood's put on, and several tables had been set out on the lawn at the back of the house. Citronella candles were burning and light music played while Vanessa and her two eldest brought out the geese and set them at the three adult tables. Christian settled in next to Lora with a smile and she took his hand under the table for the evening prayer, led by Brian then the eating commenced. It was a huge spread, much of it prepared days in advanced and kept in the walk in cooler in preparation for this night. Brian had set up a pair of kegs at either end of the lawn and there were several bottles of wine at each table as well as other drinks for those not inclined to alcohol. Conversation flowed freely and as the meal passed and the groups started to break up, Lora found herself with Christian and Claire and a few others at one of the kegs. Nearby was the long dock that ran down to the boathouse that was on the lake and the small manicured beach where a bonfire for the night had been set out. They were enjoying the conversation as the sun set on the forest and the lake and the whole party was coloured gold. It was a casual evening and the fireflies were just starting to come out when a piercing scream cut through the conversation like a knife. It was Seraphina, clearly in distress as she ran toward the dock. "ABBIE!" She screamed the name in fear. Her voice carried far, even echoing back from the lake and every head turned to see what was going on. The little girl had slipped away from her parents and she had gone down the dock and fallen in the water. Time seemed to slow as her struggles ceased, her small form vanishing under the water, and then Lora was moving. She started so fast that she ran right out of her sandals, her hair streaming out behind her as she thundered down the dock at a full sprint, Christian right behind her. She outpaced him and she hit the end of the dock at the peak of her stride and launched like a torpedo into the water, cutting the waves and vanishing. Years of swimming came in handy and she found the small, limp form almost on accident, she was reaching blindly in the dark water for where she thought the girl had gone under and she felt the trailing of her long hair across her fingers. She curled her fist and pulled, asking silently for forgiveness from the child and when the small form came back against her chest, she grabbed her with both arms and kicked hard for the surface. Spring Break It was a long way up, she was far deeper than she realized, and she felt a moment of panic when she thought she was perhaps swimming in the wrong direction, but then she broke the surface so powerfully that she came almost completely out of the water and breached like a dolphin. She splashed back down and then surfaced again, laying on her back and gasping for air. Her ears were thundering with her heartbeat and she couldn't hear the screams and calls from the shore. She just held on to the limp form of the little girl and sobbed as she tried to move toward land. That was when Christian caught her up, his arm around her shoulder and she gratefully sagged into him as he stroked for the shore. * * * * * Lora sat on the porch swing as she watched the ambulance pull away, the sobbing Abbie in the back clinging to her mother like a burr. She had started coughing up water as soon as they got her to shore, but she was still going to the hospital just to make sure she wasn't going to get sick later. Lora was wrapped in a blanket and for the first time in her life she was freezing cold after a swim. She knew it was more from terror and adrenaline, but it was a terrible feeling. She felt more than saw someone approach and she looked up at Ryan. Who was holding a sleeping Neil. "I want to thank you." He said in a subdued voice. "I don't know how she got away from us... she was there one minute and then..." He looked lost so Lora stood up and enfolded him in a slightly damp hug. "Kids do that, Ryan. You don't have to explain it; you don't have to feel bad. She's fine and once the fear wears off you'll probably have to tie her up to keep her away from the water." She said with a smile and he sighed, tears clear on his face. He nodded and walked away and Lora turned her head as she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Christian. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he pressed a mug of warm cider into her hands. "Scared." She said as she took a deep sniff from the mug. It smelled god, apples and cinnamon, cardamom and ginger and she sipped gingerly, the warmth of it enhanced by the rum that had been added. "Well, she's fine and I think my parents want to adopt you. Sera cried herself out a little bit ago and I carried her up to bed." He said as he steered her toward the swing again. He pulled the damp blanket off of her shoulders and draped a dry one around her before they sat down and looked out across the lake. She leaned into him and nursed the warm mug as the people in the yard slowly got back into the socializing and camaraderie that had been interrupted by the rescue of Abigail. They were more subdued, but they were like an extended family and they just closed in and protected the ones that were most hurt and vulnerable, lending strength where it was wanted and comfort where it was needed. They came by in ones and twos and she got everything from silent approving nods to handshakes to the occasional hug. She took it all with a smile and felt better as she sipped at her cider and cuddled up with Christian. The two of them chatted and then Christian pointed out across the lake and she felt her breath leave her as she stared. In the sky above them the auroras had flared to life and the two of them were perfectly placed to see the spot where the lake and the sky shared the horizon and the colours were reflected flawlessly back and forth. It was beautiful and they just sat there in silence and watched it as a single shooting star left a flaming trail across the sky. * * * * * The party ended a little after midnight, many of the guests heading home with designated drivers and everyone pitching in to clean up the yard. There was still a little detritus scattered about on the lawn and the beach would need a combing in the morning to clear the ashes of the bonfire away, but they had all cheered when Ryan announced that Abbie was asleep at the hospital and would be home tomorrow. More people settled into the guest beds around the house and the last to come inside were Lora and Christian. They had spent most of the rest of the night on a comfortable chair at the beach, watching the bonfire being put to shame by the auroras and a little while after everyone else had left they made their way slowly up the dock toward the house. Lora had gotten pleasantly drunk in the aftermath of Abbie's rescue and she was swaying slightly as they made their way up to the house. "You can sleep in my bed tonight; I've got a couch I can crash on." He said and Lora shook her head and regretted it immediately as the world spun and tilted and she was forced to slow down and hold onto him. "Nope." She said finally before she looked up at him. "You my good sir are going to help me shower and then take advantage of me while I am wet, naked and drunk." She said firmly and he smiled a little as she looked up at him. "I think there may be too many people around for that." He said wryly, referring to how vocal she had become when they made love. "Then you will either have to take me home, which I think is very question out of the much... I mean much out of the question... or you will have to gag me. But we are not finishing this night without a good fuck. I won't hear of it." "I don't think it would be a good idea, my parents are pretty conservative... and there are a lot of kids in the house." He said. Lora was about to reply when her blood ran cold as she heard another, familiar voice. "For god's sake, Christian." Brian said from the shadows. "Take the girl down to the guest house and quit bitching about it." "And don't come any closer." Vanessa said from the same shadow. "You aren't the only one getting lucky tonight." Christian froze at the implications of what he was hearing then he turned on his heel with Lora and the pair of them headed for the guest house while behind him his parents giggled and went back to what they had been doing. The door to the guest house swung open and Lora staggered a bit, bracing herself on the door and looking around as Christian squeezed in and flicked on the lights. She was immediately speechless. The main floor had been converted into an art studio and there were dozens of paintings hanging on the walls. Many of them were landscapes, done of places all around the town and the lake. But there were a lot of women, in every colour and age and state of undress. It was clear that he got a lot of interest in his work. He had simple portraits and elaborate nudes, a casual painting of a woman with her blouse unbuttoned and one breast exposed was between a close up of a woodpecker den in a pine tree and a young woman with her legs spread and her face in clear image of lust as she pleasured herself with her hands. But none of the pictures had the same surreal quality as the ones he had painted of her. They all had hard lines and backgrounds, every inch of the canvas covered. But the paintings he had made of her were, she suddenly realized, intensely personal. She turned to look at him with a new perspective and she smiled as he closed the door and turned to her. "What?" He asked as he stepped closer. "You've been busy here I see." She said as she met him half way. "Lots of practice." "Yeah." He said as he looked at the pictures and shrugged. "Word got around and calls started coming in. I've got someone who wants a personal portrait on Wednesday and someone else who wants a family one done next week. I've had a couple who wanted me to paint them while having sex and one client who wanted me to paint his erect penis on a canvas four feet wide and six feet high." "Wow, he really wanted his lover to remember him." She said as she reached up and nipped at his jaw. "Nope, it was just for himself..." Christian said as he settled his hands on her hips. "So let me get this straight..." She said with a smile as her hands reached down and began unbuckling his belt. "You painted a six foot picture of a guy's erect cock..." "In excruciating detail..." He interjected as his hands slid up, under her shirt and across her back, not surprised when he found nothing on under it. "A six foot picture of a guy's erect cock, in excruciating detail..." "Did I mention he was uncircumcised?" He asked. "So a six foot, uncircumcised..." "...hairy..." he kissed her throat at the join of her shoulder "...a six foot, hairy, uncircumcised... I'd imagine he was sweaty?" She asked and he grunted in affirmation. "A six foot, hairy, sweaty uncircumcised erect cock in excruciating detail and it was just for him?" "Yeah, he was a bit of a narcissist." Christian said as he slipped his hands back down and under her shorts, giving her firm ass a generous squeeze. She drew a hissing breath and smiled at him. "But I see that none of the pictures here are like the ones you painted of me." She said and he shrugged and used his hands to start slipping her shorts down her legs. "These are practice." He said without hesitation. "Those are masterpieces. We invest more effort and care into things we care about. Into the ones we love." He said as he lowered his face to hers and before she could respond he captured her lips in a kiss that combined with the alcohol in her blood to render her speechless, to make her miss his words and focus on something other than thinking about what he had just said. She pressed her hips forward, toward him as her shorts slipped down her legs. His hands slipped back around to her ass and she moaned as she felt his strong hands kneading her firm flesh. She clutched hard at his pants and fought the sudden vertigo that his powerful kiss sent through her. When it finally broke she didn't have time to think, she was too hungry for him, too needing to think about anything but that exact moment. She achieved what so many others sought to do their whole lives. For just a while, she was living in the now. The past and the future were foreign concepts to her and she didn't even care that she had forgotten them. She kissed him again, bit his bottom lip and pressed her pelvis forward hard against the bulge she could feel in his pants as her hands worked at the belt with a furious speed and strength. He could feel her hunger, her need and the heat of her body radiating into him along every inch of mutual contact. As his pants came down he kicked his shoes off with them as he used his hands to pull at her shirt. She was laughing as she tried to get his off at the same time and he just growled and twisted his hands in the front of her shirt and tore it up the front, baring her breasts and she gasped and smiled, taking the opportunity to strip his shirt up and off before they came together in a strong kiss, hands reaching for each other as their lips pressed with bruising intensity and their tongues tangled. Her ruined shirt was forgotten and they had no time to get any farther into the house. He bore her down to the floor and she lay down on an old drop cloth, her hands pulling him atop her and he went, lying across her body, comfortable and familiar with every inch of her by now. She was breathing heavily and kissing wherever she could reach, clawing at his skin and caressing him with the backs of her legs as she writhed and twisted on the floor. He groaned and kept alternating between her mouth and her throat, kissing back and forth as his hands kneaded her breasts and slid down her sides to squeeze her ass then back up across her ribs until he cupped her face and kissed her as hard as he ever had. Her lips were already sensitive and tender and yet she couldn't get enough of him, couldn't stop kissing and tasting him as he shifted and a hand reached down to caress her pussy. He found her already wet and ready and he smiled as he shifted and the head of his cock came to rest at her needy slit. She groaned and writhed as she felt it, the heat and the caress of it and she locked eyes with him and he smiled, teasing her with a gentle rub across her entrance. But she wasn't taking that without a fight. She wrapped her legs behind his thighs and winked at him then her powerful leg muscles squeezed and pulled him forward into her body. She was in mid scream when his mouth covered hers, silencing her and turning the loud vocalization into a moan that hummed between them as he seated in her balls-deep in a single stroke. They were long familiar with one another by now and their fit was even better than the first time they made love. It didn't take long for him to coax her to her first orgasm, stroking through her with steady strokes and kissing and biting at her throat and shoulder, her jaw and mouth as they moved together. They were reduced to sounds, as they had been in the past, but now it was more intense, more personal for both of them and when she came she gritted her teeth and sobbed, trying to keep from screaming out, aware that the people sleeping in the main house would hear and might take the wrong idea... or worse yet take the right one. He kissed her as he moved through her right through her pleasure and when she fell limp he rose up and slipped from her. She whimpered as she did every time he slipped from her body, and when he scooped her up she whimpered and whined and pulled at him, kissed where she could reach and generally made it difficult for him to do anything but carry her and try not to drop her as she tried to get back at his arousal. She was still drunk and feeling playful and he laughed as she mewled like a cat and twisted her face into a pleading expression. Then he tossed her onto his bed and she laughed and stared at him with amused eyes. When he came for her she tried to scramble away, but he caught her ankle and pulled her back toward him. She flopped belly down and tried to get away, getting her knees under her and laughing out loud as he swore and gave her ass a playful slap. She glanced back and he leapt, kneeling on the bed and grasping her hips. She fisted her hands in the sheets and spread her knees a little and when she felt his tip at the back of her thighs, she shifted until he was lined up then leaned back onto him, purring with delight at the new angle. They had never used this position before, and while he wasn't as deep, he hit different parts of her than before and she cried out, trying to stifle herself but still her voice carried. She lowered her head down and pressed her face into the bed to try and keep her voice from carrying, and she felt him grasp her ruined shirt and strip it off of her body as his movement stopped and she rose up to look back at him. He tore a long strip off of her shirt then made a knot in the middle before he leaned over her. "I hope you weren't kidding about gagging you." He said. She smiled and opened her mouth and he placed the knot he had made between her lips and looped the gag around her head once, tying it with a loose knot before he shifted his weight and started moving again. She was immediately thankful for the gag, it muffled her cries and screams and she bit down on it as he stroked through her, his hips slapping against her bare backside with each movement. She felt another orgasm pending and her body trembled as she shifted her weight, trying to support herself with one hand as she reached back, under her body, and found his hanging sac. She smiled wickedly and her hand cupped him and gave a little squeeze, rolling his balls with her small hand and she was rewarded with a loud groan and the familiar feeling of his cum washing across her passage. It was enough to jump-start her own orgasm and her back arched almost painfully far as she sobbed and screamed her pleasure into the gag. She was still loud, but muffled enough for the sound not to carry. He groaned, gripping her shoulder and pulling her up and against his chest, his other hand yanked the gag off of her as she was drawing a breath, sobbing in her pleasure, and before she could give voice to what she was feeling, he kissed her and the pair of them fell back into the sheets. They were exhausted and spent and within moments they were both asleep. * * * * * When Christian awoke, it was the last hour before dawn and at first he thought he was alone in his bed... that she had slipped out. But then he felt her fingers stroking his hair and he looked up and saw her relaxing across the top of the bed, his head nestled just below her breasts as she watched him with a sober expression. "How long have you been awake?" He asked softly and she shrugged. "Dunno, a while." She said, her voice very low and so full of thought that it was clear there was something on her mind. "Everything alright?" He asked as he shifted to look into her eyes, turning onto his side and lacing his fingers through hers. "Yeah... I think so." She said. "I mean, I'm starting to feel my hangover and I know I'll be sore later, but for now I'm just..." "Just?" He asked after a minute or two. "...thinking..." She said. "Well, I think I've got a penny around here somewhere." He said and he was rewarded with her slow, amused grin. "So, share, maybe I can help." She sighed and looked away for a moment, he could tell that she was ordering her thoughts before she spoke, and he was patient. "Earlier, when I asked about the paintings." She said and he nodded. "You said that the ones here were practice, and the ones of me were masterpieces." "That's right." He said and she smiled. "Then you said that you put more effort into it when it's 'The Ones You Love'..." Her words trailed off and he was speechless. "Do you love me, Chris?" She asked finally. "I do." He said without hesitation or delay. "I mean, my crush came back when you went soaring naked over me into the water your first day back, but I started loving you the first time you kissed me on the dock." She took all of this in then leaned in and kissed him again, slowly and gently, not a kiss of passion or lust, but one of affection and love. It was sweet and tender and when they finally parted she whispered to him softly. "That is the exact moment when I fell in love with you, too." She said and he smiled. When she kissed him again, there was more to it than just affection... and the kiss was only the beginning. * * * * * Vanessa was just tidying up the kitchen when Lora came inside. She glanced up at the young woman and smiled. Her hair was still damp from a shared shower with Christian and she had on one of his shirts over her shorts. She was smiling softly as she sat down at the counter. Without a word Vanessa set a drink in front of her and two aspirin. "Here, the old Martin family hangover cure, passed down from my grandfather to my father to me." She said and then gestured at the two pills. "Those are for any... other... soreness that you might have. Lora smiled and washed the two pills down with some of the hangover concoction. It was primarily tomato and carrot juice, but it had a puree of vegetables in it and a stick of celery which Lora munched as Vanessa poached three eggs and served them up on toast with a drizzle of cilantro oil and a sprig of parsley. Christian settled next to her a few moments later and Vanessa set the same breakfast in front of her son. He smiled and nodded a thanks as he dry-swallowed the aspirin and followed it with most of his drink. "So, I hope you two learned a valuable lesson last night." Vanessa said and Lora nodded as she swallowed her eggs. "Yep, fear will sober you up in an instant, but embarrassment and mortification will make you somehow more drunk." She said. "Always carry a flashlight to watch for parents making out in the dark." Christian said a moment later. "Oh Chris..." His mother said, patting him on the cheek. "We had been finished making out ten minutes before you two came along. We may not be young anymore, but we aren't dead." She said as he nearly sprayed a mouthful of egg across the counter. "And we're as liberal as can be, kiddo. You were conceived at a Jimmy Buffet concert... we were acting out the song 'Get Drunk and Screw' and we got a little... carried away I guess you could say." She said with a smile and Christian stared at his mother in utter shock while Lora nearly fell off of her stool laughing. Spring Break Spring Break usually means some extra off duty work and this year was no exception. I picked up an assignment at one of the local hotels for right after I got off my shift. Being one of the department’s motorcycle cops, I was wearing the traditional knee high riding boots along with all my normal uniform gear including the black leather basketweave gunbelt. I didn’t want to go to the house and change and get my car, so I just took the motor to hotel. Extra duty during spring break is normally fairly simple. Keep the ruckus to a minimum and act as common sense for those who have lost theirs or never had it to begin with. I usually stroll between the floors, the pool and the beach area. Most of the kids are pretty cool and tonight was no different. You always have some clown that wants to hang on a balcony railing like Spiderman, and it never amazes me when they get mad because you think they should get down. I usually give them a routine that usually works. “Think I can I get your name and address so we will know who you are, cause we won’t be able to tell when you are a greasy spot on the ground below.” Then there are the girls. Oh, yes. The girls. Young and shapely and full of life. And wearing bikinis that are so tight and revealing. I get a fair amount of teasing from them too, mostly good-natured. My favorite is, “If I call 911, will you cum?” they always ask with a giggle. If they only knew what I could do. I’m sure they look at me and think I haven’t gotten it up in years. It’s not that I’m old, I’m only 40, but to an 18 year old girl I’m sure I look like an old geyser. To my advantage, I do stay in shape. At six foot one, I weigh 205. I hit the gym at least three times a week, and could and have run circles around younger guys. But still, I know it’s just a fantasy to think that some girl would want to “do” a guy like me. Especially a cop. So I spend my time, chatting and walking, admonishing and walking, and looking and walking. I had made my way to the parking lot and wanted to check on my motor. I knew it was safe, otherwise I wouldn’t have brought it with me. It’s just that my Electra Glide is my baby. I could tell you all about it, but this is supposed to be a short story. As I turn the corner I am surprised to see two young girls and one on the back of my baby. Now I have a hard time letting the shop mechanic on my motor, much less anyone else. Stay calm, I keep thinking. “Excuse me Miss. Do you think you could get off my motorcycle please,” I ask trying to sound polite and not being too sure if it came out that way. “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry Officer. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry” she babbled. “Well I guess no harm done,” I comment checking to make sure there was no harm done. “It’s a really nice bike. I love Harleys and this one is sweet,” she tells me. I look at her again. Maybe 18 or 19. Nice figure, soft brown hair in a ponytail and of course the prerequisite bikini, yellow over what looked to be a very nice tan. Well I hope my Glide liked having this young thing sitting on her. I know I wouldn’t mind it. “Officer, can I ask you a favor?” she looks at me with begging puppy dog eyes. “What would that be sweetheart?” “Could I sit on it, and then you start it. I love the way a Harley feels when it is running. My old boyfriend had one and I loved to ride on it,” she tells me like I care about her old boyfriend. ‘Yeah I guess so,” I answer wondering if it’s possible to be pussy whipped even if you ain’t got the pussy yet. She climbs on and I put the key in and thumb the start button. The motor rumbles to life as the not quite factory pipes resonate through the night air. I blip the throttle a few times, watching the young girl’s face break into a big smile each time it rips up. After killing it, she climbs off my motorcycle. She moves over to me and on tiptoes kisses my cheek. “Thanks, Officer. I just had to know,” she says turning to walk away. “Had to know what?” I ask. She stops walking and turns back saying, “Whether or not my pussy still got wet from the rumble.” Of course I look right away at the motorcycle and am rewarded with a chorus of laughter. Yeah, okay. Make a fool out of the cop. You win this round, I think to myself. “What time are you going to be done here tonight?” she asks. Little fucking tease. “Midnight,” I grumble. “Come see me then, Room 407,” she continues to tease. “By the way. It still makes me wet.” She walks off. I walk pissed off. I spend the next hour and a half in a daze. I try not to let what happened effect my work, but I catch myself thinking more about that little tease in her hot yellow bikini than I do anything else. At midnight, I bid my ado to the Desk Clerk, grab my helmet and make my way to the lot. There is no way I will be humiliating myself by knocking on the door to Room 407. Probably some old grandma in there anyway. Okay, so I walked by the room about 10 times but I just wanted to make sure the floor was safe, that’s all. I get to my bike and throw my leg over the seat. I put my helmet on the mirror as I get my gloves out of the saddlebag. I’m just about to hit the switch when guess who walks up. “I thought you might not show up at the room. I figured you were pretty mad at me. You probably think I’m a tease. The truth is I am still hot and horny from when I was on your bike earlier. Can I make a proposition to you?” she asks. “What’s that?” “I’ve got this really wild fantasy and I’d like you to help me make it come true. I want to be naked, on your bike, with the engine running. I want you in uniform between my legs eating my wet pussy,” she confesses. I can think of maybe three or four times in my life where I have been left speechless. I will have to adjust that count. “Then, I want you to sit on the bike. I want you in uniform except for one thing. And I’ll suck that thing off for you,” the young girl continues. “There is only one concession. I want a picture to remember it by. In fact, if you give me your address I’ll send you a copy so you can remember it too.” “We can’t do that here,” I tell her trying to stay as rationale as possible. “I bet you could think of a place where we could go. We could follow you in our car,” she offers. “Follow me then,” I tell her putting my gloves and helmet on faster than I ever had to catch a speeder. I do know a secluded spot (all good cops do) and pull to a stop. The friend is driving and pulls up so the headlights shine on the motorcycle. I almost didn’t get to the second part of the deal when yellow bikini steps out of the car without the yellow bikini. She strolls naked over to me and the bike as I step off. She squirms a bit on the seat and asks if she can get one picture of just her and the bike. I move out of the way as her friend takes a few pictures. One was her naked but in a normal riding position. The next she was leaning back over the radio box with her tits sticking straight up (just like parts of me were). She finally moves so she is sitting sideways on the seat, both legs on one side. With a crooked finger she motions me over spreading her legs for me. I crouch down and find the most delectable, trimmed, young pussy I had ever seen. I waste no time sliding my tongue along her wet slit as the Harley engine rumbles the seat under her ass. I run my tongue up and down her slit several times, teasing her with my tongue. “Lick my clit, Officer,” she tells me and I oblige. Her hands find the sides of my head and hold me to her. She starts to buck and moan incoherently as I attack the little nub. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” she yells as her friend begins to snap pictures again. I keep licking her until she pushes my head away. Wasting no time she dismounts the bike and pats the seat for me to sit down. She unzips my pants and pulls my hard cock out. Her tongue flickers over the end and up and down the shaft before she pushes the head past her lips and into her sweet teenage mouth. She works hard and fast on my cock. It’s been too long since I got a blowjob this good. I motion for her friend to move over behind the bike to take the picture so it will show my cock in her hot mouth. Much too soon, but very inevitable, I feel the need to unload. “I’m gonna cum, “ I announce. The young girl nods her head without taking her mouth off my cock and in response I shoot my first volley into the back of her throat. Her friend is taking pictures again as the young girl moves her mouth off my cock and takes the rest of my load on her face and tits. When it looks like there is no more she licks me clean and I tuck it away, happy for once. I fish in my pocket for a card, scribble my address on it and hand it too her. God she looked hot wearing my cum. “I’ll get them back to you as soon as we get home,” she promises before climbing in the car and taking off. I get my helmet and gloves back on and enjoy the night air on the ride back to the house, hoping she really does send the pictures. She did send the pictures. To my Chief of Police. We had quite a conversation about the differences in misuse of city vehicles and my idea of public relations. Fortunately when it was all over I managed to walk away unscathed. Oh, the pictures. My copies showed up two weeks later with a note that read, ”Had lots of fun. See Ya next year!” Maybe a video camera would be better next time. Spring Break It was the Spring Break of my senior year of high school. I was 18 years of age and having the time of my life. Cancun seems to be a modern-day Mecca for beautiful women and alcohol providers. I was staying at the cost-efficient Marivel Grande on the strip in Cancun. My room wasn't much to write home about, but the view was most excellent. The hotel is made up of condos. Each group of condos was about 20 feet away from the next. On my first night, I had no luck with the women. All of them seemed to be to eager to do activities (snorkeling, scuba diving, ect), but this one girl caught my eye. She was definitely a college student, maybe 20 years old. She was a sultry 5'6, with brownish hair (highlighted of course, as all girls had in Cancun) and a tan that would stop a train. Her breasts we're stunning in the white bikini she almost always wore. I had first seen her at the disco at my hotel, she was dancing so incredibly provocatively that almost every guy needed to sit down to abstain from the embarrassment of showing the buldge in their shorts. Every man she walked past would stare at her chest on incoming and her shapely posterior as she passed. I was in the true phase of love at first sight; lust. The second night, I was at a dance club on the strip and I saw her again. She once again the most beautiful girl in the club, and I (having downed 5 shots of Tequila) had the courage to go talk to her. Approaching her I said, "Hey there, I noticed you at my hotel, how are you enjoying Cancun." She replied, "Oh, I love it! So much to see and do, it's amazing." Continuing the conversation, I said, "So what is your favorite thing to do?" She caught me off guard with her response, "Drink! It's a party 24/7 here, I am just so afraid of the Mexican men here." Our small talk continued, then I asked her to dance. We danced for a while, then I lost touch of her and didn't see her for the rest of the night. The next night I was back in the Disco at my resort, trying to get with a couple of the other good looking women at there, when I noticed the girls that had caught my eye in the first place stumbling out of the hotel. She was walking on to the street. She could barely stand up. I walked over to her and said, "Hey again, are you alright?" In a very slurred speech she replied, "No, I need to go to the bathroom, I'm going to puke." So I picked her up and together we stumbled back to my condo. We were in the bathroom and she was throwing up while I held her hair out of her face. The whole experience bothered me, I could only imagine what could have happened to her had I not been there. After she was done throwing up, I gave her some clothes to change into and left the room. She came out and promptly fell on the floor. I picked her up and set her down in my bed, tucked her in, and went to sleep on the couch. About 6 hours later, I was awoken by footsteps. There she was, standing in all her beauty in my pajama pants and t-shirt. She came over to me and began to kiss me. She stopped and said, "Thank you so much for last night, I don't know what could have happened to me." I replied, "Oh, it's nothing. Go back to sleep or you are going to have a terrible headache." She looked at me and said, "Do you really want me to go back to sleep?" And with that, she grabbed me by the shirt collar and pulled me onto my bead. She threw me onto my back and started kissing my neck. Running her hands up and down my chest, she took my shirt off. She kissed down my chest, over my navel and then started to rub my hard penis. Then she pulled my pants down and began to kiss my penis. Taking it with her hand and moving it upright, she took it in her mouth and began to move her head up and down. The sensation was amazing, her tongue amplified the usual pleasure from oral sex 10 fold. Then I shouted, "I'm going to cum, wait until later." Then I took her, and placed her on the bed. I kissed her ears, her neck, her forehead. I slowly took my shirt off of her to expose her beautiful bare breast. I licked the perky pink nipples. While kissing her chest I ran my hand down to her pants. I slowly removed my pants, then even slower I removed her panties. I rubbed the outsides of her genitalia for a while, then the opening of her vagina. I kept my hand there until she forcefully took my hand and put it inside of her. I fingered her for a minute until she proclaimed, "I want you inside of me, please!" With that I moved her legs over and got in-between them. I slowly removed my hand from her moist vagina, letting it linger long enough to drive her crazy. I then kissed her thighs up and down. She screamed, "Fuck me, now! I beg you!" I then positioned my erect penis between her very wet vaginal lips and pressed forward. The amazing friction drove me crazy. My penis had never felt a vagina this tight, but so wet. As I entered her, she jerked her head in delight. I began to thrust forward and backward. I kept thrusting and thrusting. She was in ecstasy, screaming various obscurities. Then her vagina tightened and she ejaculated. With that I came with a force I didn't even know existed. I rolled off of her and kissed her. We then fell asleep to beautiful Cancun's tropical sunrise out the window, in each other's arms. This was the greatest experience of my Spring Break. Spring Break Shock and awe. Juli Astonford, Ph.D., felt them both as a cold rain pounded the flagstone surrounding her swimming pool. Juli gazed out the window and heaved a heavy sigh. April could be a cruel month, breeding lilacs from the dead earth. Juli's sigh caused the silken fabric of her blouse to swell and cling as it molded to the shape of her firm breasts. Dr. Astonford, or "Juli" as her friends called her, walked back to her desk, her spike heels tapping on the oak floor. Who was it who had found associations between sex and rainy weather? Was it Freud? Her brow crinkled in concern beneath her blonde hair, hair that was drawn back into almost a librarian's bun, much like a Robert Palmer backup singer. Simply irresistible? Yes, Juli was that. Her own, stunningly frank, analysis of her sexual maturation began with the omnipotent cry of the Internet creators. Yet she was also somewhat of a paradox. Juli was a regular gal, yet her fit, lithe body craved daily sensual pleasures. Juli's B.A. was in Spanish and she had waited tables to get through college. So the pedantry that was part and parcel of her current job as a psychologist was a bit of a counterpoint to her proletarian roots. Yes, she knew that Mayer, Joule, Kelvin, and Helmholtz had worked on the theory of conservation of energy. Yes, she knew that Joseph Campbell and Adelle Davis had been an item. Yet she was, as stated above, a regular gal. She could spend $200 on a vibrator web site in a New York minute. Sex toy sites? Just that morning, Juli had found a Canadian toy site called "Come as You Are." Her blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she read the name of the site. And then her eyes, still blue, glittered with desire as she pondered the inventory of toys. Toys for this area, toys for that area, she found it all so delightfully pragmatic. Tease enough of the right areas and the result would be a starlight journey to ecstasy. The afternoon was dark. There were no slanting rays of sunlight to caress her golden skin. Not that day. Juli thought about sprinkling some feta on a bean dish. But now, right now, Juli needed something else. Did she dare to eat a peach? No, the peach might splash on her demi-bra and v-string. Juli shook off the worries of the day, and, worn from the incessant demands made upon her deeply nurturing nature by crazy people, contemplated taking a vacation. She was long overdue. As she reached behind her back to release her perfect breasts from the confining demi-bra, she thought about topless sunbathing on a Tahitian beach. Her skin, now reflecting the pearly opalescent hue of a sea shell (not to be confused with a synthetically fabricated "she-shell") could soon be a golden bronze, she thought. Instead of listening to rain drumming on the roof and dripping off the eaves, she could luxuriate in the sound of the pounding surf. Instead of the annoying buzz of her collection of sex toys, she could listen (or not) to the exotic accent of a lissome native hunk as she soaked up the sun. Or maybe not, Juli sighed as she thought of the mountains of paperwork she'd have to do beforehand if she were to take off. It hardly seemed worth it. She wandered naked into her bedroom, looking for a box of Calgon. If she could not sail the high seas, at least she could treat herself to a Tahitian Treat bath. But the sheer curtains, blowing in the cool win from outside, reminded her again of a tropical bungalow with mosquito netting cascading in drifts over a teak bedstead. She knew she'd seen the image somewhere. Juli pulled open the bedside drawer, moved aside the first five vibrators there, along with the Newsweek issue featuring close-ups of Donald Rumsfeld. Still naked but determined to strike while the iron was hot, Juli picked up the phone and dialed her travel agent. Though a vacation seemed about as probable as Robert Palmer recruiting a bunch of high school librarians for his next video, she was determined to make the call. As the number rang, Juli glanced down and noticed that her nipples were beginning to swell. Always a promising sign, she thought. But then the voice mail messages commenced. Press one if you wish to hear this message in Greek. Push two if you have red hair. It was maddening. Yet finally, at long last, Juli was connected to Lance Baedeker, her travel agent. Lance, who had more safari jackets than "Gunga Dan" Rather. Lance, with more blonde highlights in his hair than Robert Redford in "Out of Africa." Listening to Lance speak in such glowing terms about tropical islands, Juli felt her own skin begin to glow. Perhaps it was in anticipation of being caressed by the golden rays of the sun? Perhaps it was because her eyes had strayed to the five vibrators in the open drawer? Who can say? But Juli was mistress of her domain. She permitted herself but one orgasm per day. On holidays and weekends, she allowed herself more, but she had iron discipline. And Juli had already had her morning orgasm. Oh, the memories, pressed between the pages of her mind. By the dawn's early light, while doing more arm exercises than Angela Bassett, Juli had been watching TV. As she listened, entranced by the inherent sensuality of Bill Hemmer's voice, she wondered yet again if his hair could possibly be real. But soon Paula Zahn's voice replaced Hemmer's. And then, as Juli entered her shower and the soothing voice of General Brooks came on, Juli reflected, not for the first time, on the obvious sensuality of listening to the news. After shaving her legs and listening to the reassuring tones of Gen. Brooks, Juli elected to shave her intimate skin into the shape of the Iraqi flag. It was then that Juli availed herself of her Frisson Parapluie and had her morning orgasm. Such were Juli's thoughts as she listened to Lance, her travel agent. But she shook off memories of her earlier orgasm, suppressed the recollections of her fit body writhing in unspeakable ecstasy, and returned to the serious business at hand. With the stern demeanor others knew so well, Juli demanded to know what kinds of sunbathing thongs were de rigueur in Tahiti. Taken aback by such a hard-hitting, Russert-like query, Lance promised to undertake intensive research and get back to her with the details. Quickly hanging up before Lance could launch into his habitual rendition of "Julie, Julie, Julie, Do Ya Love Me?", Juli resorted to the Internet to preview promising beaches herself. Almost immediately, she came upon a list of the world's top ten nude beaches. Ruling our her usual haunts of Mexico and Florida (too close, too prosaic, too Gulfish, so to speak), she began to explore Samurai Beach in Australia. Hummm--coral reefs, vast tracts of sand, exotic accents--it met all her criteria, and it was far enough away that she could remain anonymous. Not an easy task after the recent publication of her book, Our Screen Names, Ourselves, an acerbically witty yet sensitive work that had led to her being hailed by the American Psychiatric Association as a cybernetic Simone de Beauvoir. Mentally, Juli began to pack, tossing back her Bardotesque tresses. Fortunately, for a nude beach, she could travel fairly light and thongs were space-efficient, leaving more room for the vibrators. The lace and pearl thong, yes; the bandeau bikini, yes; the beaded pineapple bikini--no, it reminded her too much of Spongebob Squarepants. A few crocheted slipdresses, a sarong or three, sunglasses and hat, and that would do it, she thought. She began to run down the vibrator options, liking the synchronicity of the She-Shell and the Blue Dolphin vibe, but eventually settling on just the Purple Titan to match the bikini. In the suitcase of her mind, she hastily threw in a gartini, a copy of Barbara Tuchman's The March of Folly, and she was ready for two weeks of hedonistic gratification. She wondered if one more celebratory tryst with the bedside drawer would be out of line. She looked at the Purple Titan, recalling with a blush that it was turbo-powered. With its firm tip and textured shaft, vibrating and rotating, it required three C batteries (not included). And it matched her deep purple PVC thong. The thong was durable, easy to care for, and it gave her lovers a new view of her (whatever that ad copy meant). Looking at the titanic toy did not mean that Juli was no longer mistress of her domain. She glanced at her gold Omega wristwatch, and admired her own self-discipline. And she recalled that Pierce Brosnan had worn an Omega as James Bond. But thinking of Brosnan hadn't helped. She saw that it was 11 am. Perhaps, even on a Thursday, she should have a second for medicinal purposes? Even worse, Juli was now thinking of Pierce and Rene Russo, both topless, both in sarongs, both in the islands, both in the tepid remake "The Thomas Crown Affair." Juli began to waver. Perhaps a second journey to ecstasy wasn't out of line? She asked herself, not for the first time in life, what would Olivia Newton-John do? She had no idea. Then she asked herself what Bill Clinton would do. Now there was a no-brainer. She also recalled that Simone de Beavoir had written a book entitled The Second Sex. Surely Simone had been endorsing a minimum of two orgasms per day? Juli pondered a possible link between multiple personalities and multiple orgasms and regretted not having had a more traumatic childhood. She considered the appeal of allocating an orgasm for each personality. It only seemed fitting, and if she were anything like Sally Field in Sybil....well, that would hardly leave time for her demanding career, so it was just as well. Feeling like a paragon of restraint, she resolutely closed the drawer and clicked "Book Package Now" on her computer screen. As the cold November-like rain came down harder outside, she thought of the Guns 'n Roses song of the same name. The image of Axel Rose was offensive beyond belief and she pushed it out of her mind with steely resolve. It hardly seemed a week later that Juli strolled au naturel out onto the beach, a cool tropical drink in her hand. Her tan lines had faded as fast as a memory of Sheen Easton lyrics, and she had picked a perfect time to visit Samurai as well--the Nude Olympics had just started. Juli had watched the Nude Torch Relay that morning, in particular, a sun-bronzed god who bore a resemblance to a taller, svelter, more elegant, more articulate Russell Crowe. Watching the torch relay reminded her that she had packed her Trojan Torch sex toy, and she had excused herself from the regular activities on the beach. Back in her cottage, she began to hum the song "Good Vibrations" as she unpacked the toy. She closed her eyes and embarked on a pleasant fantasy of skinny-dipping in the warm, moonlit waters of the Coral Sea with the nameless torch-bearer. Moments later, replete with pleasure, she decided to postpone her eel-fishing expedition and enter the Nude Surfing competition the next day. With any luck at all, the torch-bearer would play Moondoggy to her Gidget, only in a more cosmopolitan, sensuous, less grating way. Juli had always felt that some enchanted morning she would meet a stranger across a crowded surfing beach. And, thus far, it had come to pass. A few discreet inquiries had revealed that the torch-bearer was none other than Dennis Hottie-Finch, the renowned British anthropologist and consuetude scholar. The groves of academe had been impressed by his discovery of primitive thongs in the Serengeti Plains. Admittedly, there had been mistakes along the way. Like Hottie-Finch's paper touting the discovery of early nipple-clamps which turned out to be ordinary wooden clothes pins from the 1950s. All things considered, though, Hottie-Finch's career had been as strong as his jawline. As Juli sipped her morning coffee at the outdoor buffet, she was startled to hear a voice say "I didn't recognize you with your clothes on." Although Juli was amply attired for breakfast in a bikini top and a sarong, she smiled at the traditional nude resort remark and then froze as she realized it was Hottie-Finch himself looking for a breakfast table. She smiled and invited him to join her. She could tell, from his insulated canvas sweatshirt, that he had recently arrived from a far colder climate. But he doffed that and soon fit right in wearing an Oxford t-shirt and cotton safari shorts with approximately 32 pockets. Dennis gazed upon her tan visage. The blonde mane, the sunglasses propped up. And, yes, the bikini top. And the sarong, yes the sarong. Was that a Gordian knot? In any case, he conceded, she had weapons of mass seduction. He removed his canvas boonie cap and wiped a noble brow (his own) with a sweaty forearm, squinting into the 118-degree heat of a beach so pristine it looked as though it had been lightly browned and dusted with confectioner's sugar, truly a beignet of a beach. As for Juli, it seemed as though all the heat and light of the beach surged from Dennis' blonde highlights. With an airy confidence she had to work at, she invited him to watch her compete in the surf that afternoon. She was both excited and tremulous when he agreed with a raffish smile. She finished the breakfast with light conversation, avoiding any mention of nipple clamps and/or clothespins, or in fact, any laundry talk at all, quite easily. Later, balancing on her surfboard and completely in her comfort zone, Julie adroitly steered into the curling lip of a wave. She flipped this way and that, shooting about like Daryl Hannah in Splash, taking perfect 10's from all the judges, who may not even have been distracted from her surfing skills by her Venutian proportions and golden tan. After all, they saw this sort of stuff every day. But as she pulled her surfboard out at the water's edge, she caught a glimpse of Dennis' face, and he was gazing at her with wild surmise, much as Balboa, not Cortez, sighting the Pacific. But who counted on Keats for geography? Hand in hand, they strolled down the beach, coming to a secluded lagoon, where, Juli hoped, there were no lurking salt-water crocs. She had watched enough Crocodile Hunter to know how to handle the monsters; still, she'd rather test her mettle on less life-threatening entertainment. Suddenly, there came a single crack of thunder, and skies opened in a warm tropical downpour. Listening to the rhythm of the falling rain, and feeling lulled by its pattering on the leaves overhead, she snuggled close to Dennis, who turned his face to her and enveloped her in a probing kiss so tempestuous and torrid he could have had her clothes off in a nanosecond, except, wait--she was already nude. She loved a rainy night. But this was an afternoon. No matter. The rain was incessant, and it wouldn't stop either. He watched as droplets of rain struck her shoulders, her turgid nipples, and he wondered at the inherent futility of attempting to kiss away those raindrops. Her eyes turned inquiringly toward the cliff, and the shelter of overhanging rock. His eyes assented. And both wondered, again silently, why they were eye-talking. Perhaps because the world had been too much with them? Yes, if time were not a moving thing, and they could make it stay, this hour of love they might share would always be, there would be no coming day to shine its morning light, make them realize their night was over. Spring Break Spring break is always the best time of the year, at least I think so. This year, it had worked out where my spring break was the same as the colleges. Usually, my high school doesn’t break at the same time. I took this to be an omen that I should go and have a little fun. When I told my parents I was going to spend the week with my friend Heather, they weren’t that happy. But, I reminded them, gently, that I was eighteen and, legally, I didn’t need their permission. My parents raised me to be independent. I guess they were starting to question their parenting decisions at this point. Either way, I packed up my things, drove to Heather’s and picked her up. Heather had told her parents she was staying me. Actually, we were going to Palm Springs for the week. As I drove through the desert, Heather and I listened to music, ate junk food and fantasized about the trouble we were going to get into. I’d recently broken up with my boyfriend and Heather had been without a boyfriend for nearly a month. Who needed high school boys when we were in the hunt for college guys? As we entered Palm Springs, things were already starting to get wild. Stopped in traffic, three guys climbed into the back of my convertible and made themselves at home. They were cute so Heather and I didn’t mind. Chuck, Mikey and Jimmy were from Colorado and asked where we were staying. I had called ahead and booked a hotel. Luckily, Chuck knew exactly where it was and directed us to it. They’d been in town for three days and already had the lay of the land. After Heather and I checked in, we changed into tank tops and shorts and headed back out to town. Mikey and Jimmy had taken off but Chuck had waited around for us. Chuck was sweet. I could tell Heather had already fallen for his tall good looks. For me, he was a little too jock. Anyways, the three of us climbed into my convertible and took off for greater adventures. The number of people in town was growing by leaps and bounds. It was such a rush. Everyone was having a good time. We ended up at a huge party at a private house. Someone had told us about it and it was amazing. A huge house, a band playing on the patio, drinks flowing. As we walked around, Chuck and Heather were getting more and more friendly with each other. Finally, they disappeared. Not sure where to, but I was pretty sure I knew what for. As I grabbed a beer, this gorgeous guy came up and stood in front of me. He was tall, probably around 25, dark hair. He was wearing khaki shorts and his shirt was hanging open. Amazing chest. He smiled and said his name was Linc and did I have any tattoos. Ok, that was a new line I hadn’t heard before. I told him I did and did it matter. He said it might and asked me to show it to him. Now, actually, I two small tattoos that I got when I turned eighteen four months ago. Pulling the neck of my tank top down a little, I showed him the small black rose I have on the upper inside of my left breast. As I did, I told him I had another one too. He wanted to see that one too. I told him to follow me. Walking around the house, I came to a secluded spot surrounded by bushes. Slowly, I undid my shorts and pushed them down. Then I slid my panties down. Right above my pussy, I have another black rose interlinked with a heart. Linc smiled and knelt down in front of me. He was really close to me and I could feel his breath on my skin. “I like it. Very subtle. What’s this little hoop right here?” He’d found my clit hoop. Reaching out, Linc ran his finger from my tattoo down to the hoop. Pulling his finger through the hoop, he tugged gently. I shivered as my body responded to the pressure. That’s why I had my clit pierced. The sheer sensation made my body tingle. “You like that, don’t you?” Linc tugged on it again, pulling it gently over and over again. His thumb ran up and down my lips as his finger toyed with the little gold hoop. My juices started to flow. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers stroke me. In a matter of minutes, my body was shaking and I was cumming hard. Linc stood and licked his fingers, smiling at me. I asked him if the tattoos were a problem. He licked his lips and said nope. Taking my hand, he started to lead me back to the house. I stopped, pulling back. I wasn’t wearing anything other than my sandals and tank top. “I can’t go back like this. Let me put my shorts back on.” I tried to reach for my shorts, but Linc just grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. “No one’s gonna care. Besides, everyone else will be naked by now.” When I resisted, Linc lifted me up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. My bare ass was up in the air. I slapped at his back but he just laughed and walked me to the pool. I looked around and sure enough, everyone else was naked. I saw guys and girls bare ass naked, or getting that way, all over the place. In one corner, a guy was stroking a girl’s breast as another girl stroked his cock. When Linc stopped, I tried to twist and look over my shoulder. Two other men had walked up. Linc was saying something about my little gold hoop. The next thing I knew, Linc parted my legs and showed my bare clit to the two men. “Looks sweet, tasty. Does she really get off on this?” I heard this from the man on the left just as his finger touched my hoop. My body shivered. I was still sensitive from cumming with Linc. This man’s finger pulled on the hoop and I moaned. “Yep. Can’t wait to feel it when I fuck her.” I moaned again as I heard Linc say this. Carrying me over his shoulder, Linc moved towards a table in one of the corners. The other two men came with him. Laying me down on the table, Linc spread my legs. “Honey, we’re just getting started.” Moaning, I opened my legs wider. My tank top was riding up, exposing the underside of my breasts. Linc leaned over and when his tongue pushed it way into the hoop and pulled, I nearly came up off the table. Linc’s tongue moved over me again and again, licking me. The other two men stood next to the table. The one, I think I heard Linc call him Mitch, reached down and pulled my top up, revealing my naked breasts. He smiled and commented on my tattoo. Leaning over, Mitch circled my nipple with his tongue. I moaned again. The other guy, who I found out later was Victor, leaned down and licked my other nipple. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and I never wanted it to end. Three guys, licking me, touching me. I grunted and came hard again. Standing straight, Linc licked his lips and started to slip his shirt off. Next, I watched as he pushed his shorts down. I looked around me and watched other people starting to have sex. One couple was engaged in a sixty-nine while two other people stroked them. I looked back at Linc and watched his hand stroke his hard cock. He was bigger than my last boyfriend and I didn’t know if I could take all of him. I was about to find out. Slipping his finger through the hoop, Linc guided the tip of his cock into my soaking pussy. I moaned as he pushed in, stretching me, opening me. Tugging on the hoop with his finger, Linc fucked me slowly. Mitch and Victor both stripped naked around me. As Linc slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper inside me, Mitch held his cock out to my mouth. Without thinking twice, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked. He moaned out a comment about what a good cock sucker I was and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. Victor was stroking my nipples and his cock, urging Linc to fuck me faster so he could have a piece. Linc dropped the hoop and let it move along with us. He moaned and I felt his cock get harder with each thrust. Grabbing hold of my hips, he pushed, slamming into me. I moaned and grunted, my pussy tightening around him as I broke into another hard orgasm. Pulling out, Linc leaned down and kissed my clit. “Fucking unbelievable. That pierced clit is fucking amazing.” Victor pushed him out of the way, desperate to get to my pussy. Wrapping his cock in his hand, he pushed his cock into my dripping pussy. I moaned onto Mitch’s cock, twisting my mouth around him. Victor’s cock wasn’t as big as Linc’s but I didn’t care. He pulled me to the edge of the table and rammed into me hard and fast. Reaching down, he pulled on the clit hoop and moaned. Victor didn’t take long to reach his orgasm and let loose inside me. Mitch withdrew from my mouth and said it was his turn. Slipping down to the end of the table, Mitch pulled me off the table and turned me around so my ass was in the air. Pulling on my hoop, he guided his cock into me. His finger kept the hoop snug and unmoving, causing my clit to react with more sensitivity. Mitch’s cock slowly stroked me, filling me. It was agonizing. The lack of movement of the hoop was driving me crazy. I looked up when I heard a noise approaching us. Heather and Chuck had returned. Heather’s top was missing and Chuck’s shorts were open. I moaned as Heather looked at me, Mitch fucking me from behind. Heather and I have shared a lot, including each other. Smiling, Heather lowered herself down under me and I shivered as her tongue touched me. Mitch held onto the hoop as Heather’s tongue worked it’s way around it. Pulling out, Mitch dipped his cream covered cock into Heather’s mouth and let her taste Linc, Victor and me. She sucked hungrily, rolling her tongue around him. Then, guiding him back, Heather pushed his cock back inside me. I moaned and felt another orgasm. Mitch grunted and filled me with his cream. Looking over at Chuck, I smiled and asked he wanted some too. Without a word, he dropped his shorts and stepped up behind me. Heather guided him into my open pussy and let him fuck me a couple of times. Then she pulled him out and guided his dripping cock to my ass. Pushing inside me, he stretched my ass and I moaned. My ass was so tight around his cock, it created an amazing sucking sound as he pounded my ass. Heather went back to licking my pussy, eating up all of the cum inside me like a jelly doughnut. I moaned as she tugged on my hoop with her teeth. My orgasm was huge and Chuck didn’t waste time cumming either. He pulled out and filled Heather’s waiting mouth. All four men smiled and stroked their cocks, three of which were hard again. This time, Heather took her place on the table and watched them fuck her. After that, we cooled off in the pool. Heather and I stayed with Linc all week. Spring Break Here Scott was, faced with a predicament of unfathomable horror. His parents, their faces aglow with terrifyingly gleeful smiles handed him two plane tickets to Florida. Now, you may be asking yourself, why is this so horrifying? Well, it was because Scott's parents were making him visit his seventy-six year old grandmother in her retirement home...OVER SPRING BREAK! Now, Scott was twenty, a legal adult, so he didn't technically have to go, but he was also a twenty-year-old slacker who still lived with his parents, so he really had to if he wanted a place to stay. He wouldn't be going alone, though, his sister, Holly would be joining him. This made the situation much, much better. Holly and Scott got along so well, it was like they shared the same brain. Holly was a deadbeat too, and like her brother, never went to college. They were party kids and often went out drinking and clubbing together. In fact, before this whole grandma thing happened, they were planning on a trip to Jamaica for Spring Break. Scott's little sister was eighteen and ridiculously cute. If they weren't related, he'd be all over her. She was very short, not much over five feet, had straight blonde hair, full pink lips, and sparkling white teeth. She had plump, ample breasts and a round, shapely butt that she often flaunted when she wore her tight thong bikinis and short denim mini-skirts. Scott worked out a lot, and was pretty well-built. He had messy brown hair and plain brown eyes, nothing special. He didn't have much trouble with the ladies, but he got bored easily when it came to dating them. It looked like he wouldn't be dating anyone for the next ten days, though. The flight to Florida was sad and very boring. Holly and Scott both knew that they were in for the worst Spring Break ever. The first day at Grandma's didn't turn out too bad. The condominium had recently installed a pool, and Holly and Scott had fun swimming. Scott had more fun watching Holly run around in her tight swimsuit, though. He had to tread water in the deep end to hide his erection. It was that night that the siblings planned their escape. They decided that they would try and hitchhike to South Beach, Miami, and they would leave tonight. So, in the darkness, they crept out of their rooms, gathered their bags and left quietly. Grandma wouldn't even notice; she was blind and deaf and didn't even know what was going on half the time. Her assistant would be by the following morning to help her, so they weren't worried. Scott figured that no one would help them get to Miami without something in return. They only had limited money, to get them back home. After Holly suggested a massage from her in exchange for a ride, several cars started slowing down to read their sign. Finally, an old Toyota came to a stop in front of them. A creepy, nerdy looking fellow rolled down his window. He stared up at Scott, and then at Holly, who was smiling seductively. He swallowed once and then spoke. "I'll take you anywhere you want to go if I can get a blowjob in return." Scott glanced at Holly who was frowning. "Holly, you don't have to do this..." She shook her head. "No, I'll do it. Come on; get the bags." Scott loaded their luggage into the trunk and climbed in the backseat. Holly got in the passenger's side and pulled her hair back in a ponytail. She sighed and watched as the guy hastily unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. A shriveled, little penis stared back at her. She eyed it suspiciously, as though it would spring up and poke her in the eye, but it never did. The man was breathing heavily. "Do you spit or do you swallow, little girl?" "I swallow..." He grinned nastily. "Okay, as soon as you swallow, we can go to Miami." She nodded and moved closer to him, picking up his withered cock and bending down until her lips made contact with its head. She rubbed her lips all over, softly planting kisses all over. She then traced her tongue up and down the shaft before slowly sliding the four-inch pole into her mouth. Scott was fascinated and watched with great interest from the back seat. As Holly slurped his dick, no emotion was on the driver's face; he simply stared ahead, his expression like stone. Holly made a choking sound almost immediately after she started sucking. His tiny penis had grown into an eight inch monster! The man smiled and glanced down at her. She had managed to stuff six inches of it in her mouth and was doing her best to keep sucking as he thrust his pelvis back and forth, cramming more and more cock down her throat. Scott, in the back seat, had started furiously masturbating. He finished at just about the same time the driver did. He tried his best to keep his moans quiet as he watched Holly swallow the man's load and lick up every last drop. She almost looked hungry for more as she sucked him dry, releasing his cock only after it had returned to its four-inch state once again. She wiped her mouth and sat back up, with an odd look of satisfaction on her face as the driver pulled up his pants and revved up the car engine. It was some hours later that Scott and Holly arrived in South Beach, around 6AM. The sun was up, but in the distance, they could hear the continuous techno dance beats pulsing from the night clubs. Scott's mind wasn't on dancing, though. He couldn't stop thinking about his sister giving the driver of the car a blowjob. Where had she learned to suck so well, and at such a young age? The driver let them out at the beach and nodded his farewell. Holly kissed him on the cheek and grinned as he blushed, and then sped off. Only a few people were walking around the sand that night, mainly couples, so the siblings decided to look for a place to stay for the night. A dimly-lit motel near the shore was the first thing they saw, and in their exhausted state, they couldn't care less if it was here or the Ritz. Scott lugged their bags in while Holly spoke to the guy running the place. She was working her usual charm, leaning forward on the desk and using her elbows to mash her round, perky breasts together. Scott listened to her try and bargain with the man, who looked like he was in his forties. He had a greasy, slick mullet, a cigarette, and a torn wifebeater and he was about 40 pounds overweight, with a round beer belly that jutted out rather notably. He watched as the man pointed to his cheek shyly and flushed a deep red as Holly happily planted a kiss there and then giggle cutely. She stuck out her bottom lip. "Please sir, we're so tired, and I'm willing to do anything to get us a room." He glanced down at his crotch and chuckled nervously. Holly's eyes lit up. "Do you want me to touch it? Suck it for you, honey? Hm, would you like a nice BJ?" The man nodded. "Aw, shucks, that'd be swell, little missy. Then, you can stay for free." Holly shrieked in joy and hugged the man tightly, wiggling her cute little butt around in anticipation as the man undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He proudly took hold of his fat cock and suggestively wiggled it around. Scott sighed and took a seat, watching intently. Holly tucked her hair behind her ears and knelt down. The guy passed her his penis and she started working it with her hand for a while as she licked her lips and took a deep breath. She then affectionately kissed the shaft all over and licked the entire underside. She slapped it against her tongue for a while and then crammed the first few inches in her mouth, not sucking, but just letting him get a feel for her. She tasted him curiously and used her tongue to lap up any pre cum that oozed out of the head. She seemed to approve and finally started sucking him. He yelled in excitement, and Scott was afraid that the other guests would wake up. Holly was noisily smacking her lips as she slurped his pole like a popsicle. She mumbled dirty words under her breath while she blew him and took great pleasure in bringing him to the brink of climax and then slowing down, by nibbling on his ball sac and teasingly licking his cock all over, causing him to shiver with delight. Scott was so hard now it was unbelievable. He loved watching little Holly suck guys off. How he wished he was one of them! The motel manager at last had his orgasm and pumped his semen down Holly's throat. She drank all of it and like she had done with the driver, continued to slurp on his pole until it was limp again, at which point she grudgingly spit him out and got up to kiss him on the lips. He grinned quite stupidly and handed over the room key, which Holly tossed to Scott. He unlocked the door to room number thirty-eight and frowned. It wasn't the best hotel room in the world, but it would do for a few hours of sleep. There were two old, twin beds and a tiny nook of a bathroom. The TV looked like something out of a 60's sitcom and a fly buzzed around the glowing orange light above them. Scott collapsed onto the bed nearest the door and pushed Holly's bag toward the other bed in the corner. She dug through it and pulled out a red tank top and a pair of very tight shorts that looked like they didn't even reach her thighs. She donned her pajamas in the bathroom and then returned to the bed in which she was going to sleep, eyeing it questionably. Scott was already half-asleep when she piped up in her little school girl voice. "Scott? It's gross over here. There's a bug on this bed...can I sleep with you?" He grunted his approval and she giggled again before jumping into his twin bed and snuggling up close to him. Her breasts were closely mashed against his forearm and her hard nipples poked him, arousing his cock from its slumber. She sighed and declared that she was going to sleep, but Scott just had to ask her something. "Hey, Holly..." "Hm?" "Back in the car ride on the way here and in the lobby, you uh, did what you had to do pretty well, I'd say. Where did you, you know, learn to do all that?" Holly took a moment before she answered. "Um...I don't know. I mean, like, I like cock and everything. I guess it just came naturally when I have one in my mouth." "Well, when did you start?" Holly's tone sounded nervous. "Uh, maybe around...sophomore year?" Scott could tell his sister wasn't being honest. "Tell the truth..." She sighed and then replied. "Fine...when we were littler, I used to sneak into your room and suck you for practice." Scott's heart nearly stopped. "You...you used to suck my cock?" "I-I'm sorry I never told you." "You mean to tell me that I never once woke up?" "No! That was the weird part! I learned to suck so hard, I'm surprised you never felt anything." "Wow...I wish I had been awake for that." "Really? You're into that stuff?" Scott laughed. "What guy isn't? I'm shocked that you are. Most girls wouldn't put a dick in their mouth to save their life. You're a strange one, Holly." "You think so? I can't help it. Cock tastes so good and I love how guys just grow in my mouth. Mmm, I love to suck them and hear them moan...and then swallow the-" At that moment, she stopped and Scott felt a hand around his erect pole. He gulped as Holly's hand worked it slowly, massaging the shaft with her thumb. She gently cupped the balls and held her hand there for what seemed like a minute. Then, she slowly slid underneath the thin blanket and positioned herself between her brother's legs before pulling down his jeans and exposing his fat, throbbing manhood. Scott put his knees in their air and felt Holly's hair tickle them as she swooped her head down and let her tongue make contact with the head. Scott jumped and giggled. She then licked the whole bottom repeatedly and then started twisting her tongue around the balls like an ice cream cone. She used her soft lips to affectionately kiss his cock everywhere and slurp up the pre cum that was dribbling down his pole. Scott couldn't handle the teasing anymore and swatted around at the blankets in front of him until he found her head. He shoved it down until she swallowed his cock and started slurping it. Scott groaned in pleasure. It was everything he had dreamed of, but it would only get better. TO BE CONTINUED... Spring Break This story contains m/f, f/f and m/m sexual activity. If any of these types of activities offend you, you might want to stop reading now. Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. Please do not redistribute or reuse this story without the author's consent. This is a sequel to "Happy New Year." ------------ -------- "Spring Break!" ------------ -------- For crying out . . . Does this woman ever shut up? This was the thought running through Vic's mind as his mother droned on about how good it was to be home from his parent's trip to Europe. Never mind that she had called him just a month earlier to say how fabulous things were going. She had the attention span of a gnat. And her call was cutting into his grunting. He like to grunt when Jack, the long, raven-haired goth/Greek God, was sliding all nine inches of his beautiful dick in and out of Vic's ass, which was what was going on at the time Vic's mother called. "Yeah mom. I miss you too." He pressed the mute button on his phone. "Faster," he grunted at Jack, who had an ear-to-ear grin on his face. As Jack picked up the tempo, Vic's member was pushed harder into the pillow he was lying on. He was lying face down on his bed, using the pillow to elevate his ass just a bit so Jack had easy access. So much had changed in the last two months. He had gone from blond-haired, blue-eyed all-American quarterback for a college football team to major league bisexual horn-dog. He was the guy the girls had fantasized back in high school, and now he had sex with another guy at least once a day. Sometimes their female friends, Angela and Dawn, joined in the fun. Angela was a black girl with soft skin and incredibly big tits (well into the "D" range if Vic's memory served). She was also very intelligent, and was studying to be a lawyer. In the outside world, she dressed and acted conservatively, but with their little group, she let it all hang out. Dawn was the quiet one. Well, quiet anywhere but in bed. She was third-generation Irish American, which you could tell from her accent when she actually spoke. She had a taut little body, blazing red hair, and freckles that covered her entire body. With handful-sized breasts and a butt you could bounce a quarter off, she was quite a firecracker when it came to sex. And she could deep-throat a cucumber too. At least, that was everyone else's theory. No one had actually suggested it yet. "Yes Mom. I'll try to call more often." He bit his lip as Jack buried himself to the hilt in Vic's ass. Vic knew what was coming. So to speak. Vic was glad his friend had suggested buying satin pillowcases, as the feeling of the material against his cock was wonderful. Of course, he had to wash them fairly frequently, but it was a small price to pay. He had even ordered a full set of sheets to go along with them. As he hung up the phone (finally), he felt Jack erupt, filling his ass with cum. Jack quickly pulled out and flipped Vic over, taking Vic's cock in his mouth just moments before it shot its salty load. Vic's body twitched as he relaxed back on to the bed. Once his cock was completely spent, Jack tilted his head back and swallowed. He looked so sexy when he did that. Hell, he looked sexy doing anything! Jack collapsed next to him on the bed, tracing his muscles with one finger, letting his hand rest on Vic's abdomen. "You are going to get me into so much trouble one of these days." "I didn't hear you complaining." "Never will. Better get cleaned up. My first test is coming up and you're supposed to help me study." "Party pooper." Jack stood up and strode toward the bathroom. Vic intended to join him, but was going to enjoy the view of his ass as he walked for a moment. He joined Jack in the shower, which seemed to take longer than normal when the two of them were together. Vic was the first one done. Jack was a bit of a prima donna, and took at least ten minutes to work on his hair. Vic had just slipped into a comfortable pair of shorts when he heard the doorbell. When he opened the door, there was a delivery guy there. He was black, about six feet tall, and absolutely gorgeous. His facial features were perfectly symmetrical, and his arms and legs were well-muscled, toned and free of any body hair. Those brown shorts these delivery guys wore flattered him pretty well. His shoulders were broad, his face handsome, and he appeared to have shaved his head. And he looked awfully familiar. "Just sign here," he said, with a slightly perplexed look on his face. Vic took the pad and put his signature at the bottom. "Sorry, I don't mean to stare, but are you the same Vic Peterson that quarterbacks for State?" "Yeah. You look familiar to." "Randy Smith. I . . ." "Play for the baseball team! Shit, you were awesome last year!" "Thanks. You guys were doing well until November." "We lost our center, so our pocket-protection crumbled. I got put through the wringer and put away wet for a month after that." "Sorry to hear it. When does practice start for you guys again?" "Another month. I'm enjoying the time off." "I'm actually thinking of quitting the team." "You're kidding!?!" "Nah man, its just getting too hard to balance athletics and scholastics. And I'm not going to pursue baseball into the pros. I've got no respect for the industry anymore." "Sorry to hear that. But I get where you're coming from. I'm not as thrilled about the game as I used to be. And now I'm double majoring." "Rough." At that point, Randy glanced away from the door to where his truck was idling. At that same moment, Vic heard Jack coming out of the bathroom. He turned to look, seeing that Jack had noticed they weren't alone. Jack hurried into the bedroom. Randy was staring down at his clipboard when Vic turned back. "Well, its been great talkin' to ya, but I gotta split." "When do you get off?" "Just another couple hours." "Well, some friends and I were going to go catch a movie. Not sure which one yet . . . we kind of decide when we get there. You should come." In more ways than one, he thought to himself. "Sure! Which theatre?" "The Eastside Tinseltown. We'll be out front staring upward at the pretty colors!" "Cool. See you there!" After he had left, Jack emerged from the bedroom wearing nothing but his boxers and a smile. "You were so flirting with him!" "Was not! Was I? I didn't mean . . ." "Don't worry, Vic. This is the time to experiment. I don't get jealous when you're bangin' Dawn or Angela, do I? Besides, he looked damn good! Now let's study a bit before the movie." Later, the two of them met up with Dawn and Angela at the movie theatre. The two girls were giggling and glancing at each other mischievously. "Let me guess," said Vic turning to Dawn, "You had a little taste of Angela on the drive over?" Dawn started wiping around the edges of her mouth with her sleeve. "Does it show?" The other three started laughing and Dawn started blushing, realizing she had been had. "You fucker!" she muttered in that adorable Irish brogue. "By the way," interrupted Jack, "our friend Vic here has invited a new friend to join us this evening. Some guy from the baseball team." "Who?" inquired Angela. "Randy Smith. Apparently he works part-time for a delivery . . ." "Randy Smith?!?" echoed Angela. "Man, you know how to pick 'em Vic!" "Hunh? You know him?" "I know OF him. Word has it he's hung like a fuckin' horse!" "I didn't need to hear that," muttered Vic, who felt a stirring in his groin. Handsome, athletic, and well-endowed; a dangerous combination. "Oh shit, there he is now!" The group was apparently impressed. He had switched from his uniform into a snug pair of jeans, and was wearing a muscle shirt underneath his jacket. "So," he said walking up, "what are we going to see?" "First of all, for etiquette's sake, this is Dawn, Angela, and Jack." "Oops. Sorry all. Now, what the hell are we gonna see?" he said very politely. The group grinned. Randy was going to fit in just fine. After staring at the marquis for a while longer, they decided to see the horror-movie-of-the-week, because no one is in the mood for anything serious. As they went up to the ticket counter, Dawn fell behind and was quite intently staring at Randy's ass. Without even looking back, he stopped, hike up his jacket a bit and wiggled his tight behind in her general direction. She started laughing so hard she almost fell down, with Angela having to help hold her upright. The movie was really awful, but most of the time they just went to fart around. Both of the girls were flirting with Randy outrageously, so the boys were left to their own devices. Vic would periodically reach over to grab popcorn from Jack, but would grab his crotch first. After a while when Vic reached over, Jack's fly was open. Vic reach his hand in and wrapped itself around Jack's rigid cock. Once his hand was inside Jack's pants, Jack sealed the trap (like Vic was actually resisting) and put his hand on Vic's wrist. Vic started slowly jerking Jack off, not making too much arm motion so as to avoid attracting attention. Jack was loving this. He always did. Slowly, Jack started humping his hips, gently fucking Vic's hand. After a few minutes, Jack's breath began sounding labored and he arched his head back slightly. Vic looked over at Randy and the girls, but no one seemed to have noticed. Vic moved his hand up to cup the head of Jack's dick while Jack started jerking himself off through his pants. It was long before Vic felt the first splash of warm cum hit his palm, and his cupped hand quickly filled with Jack's goo. After the torrent had subsided, Vic carefully pulled his hand out while Jack quietly zipped himself up. Vic grinned in the dark as he poured the contents of his hand into the bag of popcorn. It was his favorite topping! The two of them sat back and tried to enjoy the rest of the movie. At one point, Vic saw a hand shoot over, grab some popcorn and then retract. It was Randy. Oh shit. But how could he politely inform him not to eat it because it was covered in man-goo. Randy popped it in his mouth, without apparently noticing anything odd. Both Vic and Jack breathed sighs of relief, and Jack stuck the bag under the seat. The movie eventually (thankfully) ended. Jack and Randy darted into the bathroom while Vic went out to wait with the girls. While waiting, he told them of the close-call in the theatre. They were both considerably more amused than he had been, though it was getting funnier the further from the actual incident they got. Finally Jack and Randy got out of the theatre. "Hey guys, I invited Randy to come over for dinner on Friday. You know, to help us kick off spring break." Everyone was enthusiastic about the idea. So enthusiastic that Jack gave Vic a blowjob in the car on the way home. Vic shot his load deep into Jack's mouth when they pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex. Both were fantasizing about Randy at the time. Friday evening rolled around, and the gang was already there. Everyone was dressed to impress, which meant something different for them than for most people. Vic had on his snuggest blue jeans and a plain, white t-shirt. Jack was going with tight leather pants and a black, sleeveless shirt. Angela had on her blue party dress, which was high on the legs and low on the chest. Dawn had a cute black beret, a green shirt tied off and the midriff, and bicycle shorts that showed off her ass perfectly. They were all grinning at each other as the doorbell rang. The game was afoot! Randy was still wearing the brown uniform of his employer. Apparently, he has just finished up at work. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing part of a muscular, sweaty chest. "I hope no one minds. I didn't get a chance to shower before coming over" he said as Jack ushered him in, checking out his ass the whole time. "I think we'll survive," replied Angela, who was practically drooling. She reached out to shake his hand, giving him a nice view of her ample cleavage. They all heard a clink as Dawn "dropped" a fork. She bent over to pick it up, her bicycle pants stretching over her taut butt cheeks. Despite being at a disadvantage in this situation (i.e. Assuming Randy was straight), Vic couldn't help but smile. When these two girls were after something, they would pull out all the stops to get it. After some more gratuitous flirting, they finally gathered around the flimsy dinner table and began to eat. It was a delightful meal. Randy showed himself to be very quick-witted and jovial, fitting in quite well with their little group. Both the girls, seated on either side of him, flirted outrageously, brushing hands, tits, and asses against him whenever they could get the chance. And Randy was soaking it up. Periodically, Vic reached over and gave Jack's rod a squeeze. Jack returned would return the favor. Regardless of what happened, Jack was special to him. But hey . . . Randy was fuckin' hot! After dinner, they all adjourned to the couch. Randy sat in the middle, with Jack and Vic on either side. The girls were sitting on the floor, leaning against the boys' knees. They were watching an old Steve Martin movie called "The Jerk." They were all laughing so hard that it hurt. At one point, Dawn fell back directly between Randy's legs. Her head was resting on his crotch. She slowly rubbed the back of her head gently against his groin. The two other boys (and Dawn herself) noticed the effect almost immediately. The front of his shorts started expanding and the fabric tightened as his member started becoming erect. Dawn turned her head slightly to the side and pressed her cheek against his shorts, feeling the heat through the material. "Damn," Randy said. "Jack said you people were freaks! I thought he was pulling my leg!" Angela turned to stare at him and the tent in his pants. "So, Jack has been giving away our little secrets, hunh?" She shot a devious look at Jack, who was grinning from ear to ear. "Well, then you should know," she continued, reaching over and wrapping her hand around Randy's massive bulge, "that it isn't your leg we plan on pulling." Dawn completely turned around and started running her face and mouth up and down Randy's shorts. She took the zipper in her teeth, glanced up to make sure she had Randy's approval, and slowly pulled downward. They all gasped as Randy's dick emerged from its confines. Randy was apparently not wearing underwear, which was good, because doing so would probably have suffocated that monster. It was a full ten inches long and almost as thick as Vic's. Dawn yanked the shorts all the way off, showing Randy's smoothly shaven, golf-ball sized testes. Dawn didn't waste any time licking and sucking them, taking one then the other in her mouth. Angela stood up and undid her neckstrap, letting her dress fall to the ground. While they all were in awe of Randy's huge dick, Randy was in awe of Angela's huge tits. "I've got to get me some of those!" he said. Dawn obligingly moved out of the way so Angela could kneel and wrap her melons around Randy's shaft. He moaned as she licked the tip of his dick every time it emerged from her cleavage. Big dark cock emerging from big dark tits. It was almost heaven. Dawn was shedding her clothes, while Vic and jack pulled their pants off and started stroking their shafts. Dawn stood behind Angela and bent over to one side to suck on Jack's dick then shifted to the other side to pleasure Vic. Vic's eyes were locked on that massive slab of meat between Angela's tits. Randy met his gaze. "Go ahead. Jack told me everything!" Vic looked over at Jack, who was still smiling. Angela gave Randy's dick one more squeeze then moved as Vic took her place. He wrapped both hands around that cock, and there was still shaft poking out. He started stroking the shaft, then kissed the head. Then, without any further adieu, took the head in his mouth. It tasted wonderful! His head began bobbing up and down, taking more and more of the shaft down his throat each time. Dawn had taught him well! "Shit, man! You are good!" Randy was obviously enjoying the Vic's talented mouth. He felt obligated to return the favor. He looked at Dawn, and made a motion with his head. She got the idea, standing on the couch and straddling his face. He began to eat her moist pussy with abandon. Meanwhile, Angela had climbed on top of Jack and was riding him like a stallion. Vic was bound a determined to take as much of Randy's meat in his mouth as he could. He currently was able to get about seven inches, but that was all. He had been training so that he could someday deepthroat Jack, but Randy was longer and thicker. But he was still proud of his ability. Between his hand and mouth, Randy's cock was almost completely accounted for. He let his tongue drag against the sensitive underside of the cock, much to the pleasure of its owner. He released his grip on the shaft and grasped Randy's balls. And with balls firmly in hand, his index finger found its way to the other man's puckered asshole. "Oh, yeah!" moaned Randy. Vic took that as all the encouragement he needed, slowly inserting that finger until it was buried deep in his new friend's ass. He continued finger-fucking Randy while sucking his cock. Vic reached underneath the couch and grabbed that bottle of lube that was always under there. He poured some on his own rigid member and greased himself up. Randy grabbed his head and pulled him up until Vic's cock was pointed at his asshole. "Do it." Vic needed no further encouragement. He pushed his cock gently against the tight opening. Randy grunted as he was penetrated. As always, it took a moment for the head to get all the way in. But finally the pain was over, and the pleasure began. Vic was slow and gentle at first, letting Randy get used to the sensation of an ass full of dick. He didn't know how often (if ever) Randy had done this before, but he wanted the experience to be pleasurable. He felt Randy beginning to push back against him, making Vic more comfortable in picking up the pace. Meanwhile, Angela looked over and saw Randy's massive dick slapping against his abdomen. She got up from riding Jack and maneuvered herself over Randy's shaft. It was a bit of struggle. Dawn was still pressing her crotch against his face, while Vic was pounding away at his ass, but there was just enough room for her to sit on his dick. Dawn made life a little easier by reluctantly stepping aside, but consoling herself by descending on Jack's dick, which was still glistening with Angela's juices. Dawn's deep throat abilities were almost legendary (at least in their small circle), and she had Jack's nine-inch rod completely engulfed in her pretty, red-haired head. Vic's dick was buried in Randy's ass, while Randy's was buried Angela's warm pussy and Jack's cock had vanished into Dawn's throat. They were three happy men. But as the rapid breathing and moaning indicated, Angela was on the verge of being a very happy girl. Sure enough, her vaginal walls clamped down, her body started to shake, and she began cumming in buckets. She leaned back against Randy's skyward-pointed legs as she relaxed after an intense orgasm. Vic reached around and cupped her massive tits and nibbled on her ear. After a few minutes, she disentangled herself and flopped down on the couch next to Randy. Vic had slowed his pace during Angela's orgasm. For some reason, seeing her cum always made her seem even more beautiful. Dawn, who was also slowing her pace, saw Randy's rigid dick free and glistening. Vic saw the hungry look in her eye and pulled out of Randy's ass. He switched places with her, so that she could suck on Randy and Vic could suck on Jack. Spring Break Dawn looked over at Vic. "First one to the bottom wins!" she exclaimed in her delightful Irish drawl. Vic grinned back, and they both descended on their respective cocks. Angela got between the two pairing to act as referee. Dawn was the master of the deep-throat but even she was having difficulty with Randy's girth. Jack, meanwhile, had been training on dildos and strap-ons (usually wielded by Dawn) so that he could take jack all the way down his throat. It was quite a site; the quarterback and the third generation Irish waif racing to see which could get a massive cock in their mouth all the way down to the root. They were both playing with balls and fingering assholes, making both of the recipients of their attentions moan with pleasure. The contest was neck in neck (so to speak). Both of them had managed to get all but the last inch of their respective targets into their mouths. In a sudden moment of relaxation, Jack relaxed his throat muscles and, for the first time, made it that extra inch. Just as his lips made contact with Jack's abdomen, Dawn managed to fit the last bit of Randy's cock in her throat. "Vic wins by a pubic hair!" Both participants let their respective targets slip out of their mouths. "I have taught you well, young Skywalker!" Dawn said, smiling all the time. Vic was in shock. He had never been able to take the whole thing before. He looked up just in time for Jack's lips to meet his, and they kissed, long and hard. "Problem is," Jack said when they broke their lip-lock, "that now that I know you can do that, you are going to have to do it more often!" "Oh sure, twist my arm!" Vic kissed Jack again. "Anytime!" Randy had a look of pure surprise on his face. "No one has ever taken the whole thing before!" Angela was smiling. "That's because you've never encountered our little red-headed wonder before. She could probably down a horse's dick if she set her mind to it!" Dawn's face scrunched up in thought, as if she was honestly pondering the logistics of it. After a moment, she uttered "Nah!" The whole crew started laughing. Randy was stroking his own cock now. His eyes were drawn to Vic's tight body. Vic had returned to sucking Jack's cock. Randy grabbed the bottle of lube, greased his member up, and positioned himself behind the blonde-haired quarterback. Sensing what was coming, Vic pulled off of Jack's dick rather than risk biting down when Randy's enormous dick entered his flesh. Jack kissed him one more time for luck, and Randy began pushing his way into Vic's ass. Vic almost passed out initially. Even after having been fucked as often as he had been by Jack, Randy was still bigger. It seemed to take much longer than usual for the head to get all the way in. But as before, the pain gradually gave way to pleasure as the thick tip got all the way past the opening. Vic's tender asshole was stretched to the limit, and he was loving every second of it. Once he was confident that the pain was behind him (so to speak), he began slowly sucking on Jack's waiting dick. Vic had never felt as full in his life. He had ten inches of ebony wood penetrating his backside and nine inches of white meat in his mouth. His two partners started thrusting in unison, and Vic took as much as he could. Dawn noticed that Vic's dick was sticking out perfectly straight from his body. She looked over at Angela. "The poor dear! He's bringing so much pleasure. Don't you think he deserves a little release?" "So do you dear. You haven't gotten off yet either. So why don't you help him out, and I'll help you out!" Dawn was quick to oblige. Crawling underneath Vic and taking his cock in her mouth. She was being almost phenomenally gentle. As Randy fucked his ass, it pushed Vic's body forward so that more of Jack's cock slipped between his lips, and more of his own cock slip into Dawn's mouth. Angela had descended on Dawn's sweet snatch and was using her legs as earmuffs. Vic wasn't sure how long he could last. Randy was almost completely buried in his ass, and he had managed for the second time to get all of Jack's cock down his throat. Along with the gentle sucking on his own dick, he was in pure ecstasy. The first one to cum was Dawn. She and Angela had fucked so many times that they knew each others' sweet spots by heart. Vic almost wished he could see it, because when Dawn came, she came with a vengeance. He could feel her tense up and writhe beneath him, and her groans were translated into a humming sensation around his cock. That adding humming feeling was all it took, and Vic unloaded into her mouth. He heard her gulping, swallowing every drop. He was shaking, and felt completely drained of energy. Luckily for him, Randy and Jack were doing most of the work now. It wasn't lock before it was Randy's turn. The black stallion arched his back and every muscle in his body was tensed. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna blast in your ass!" With that announcement, he did just that. Vic felt the warm gobs of sticky goo flood deep into his bowels. Wave after wave of cum filled his sore and battered ass. He didn't have a chance to dwell on the sensation too much, as Jack pulled all but the head of his wonderful dick out of Vic's mouth and unloaded his own load of jizz. Vic loved the taste of Jack's cum, and he swallowed every drop. Well almost all of it. Inevitably, some of that white cream squeezed out of his lips and dribbled down his chin. There was no helping for it. He continued sucking even as Jack's member started to soften. Randy was still gently pumping away behind him. Finally, they had all come down from their respective highs and disengaged with a series of 'plop' noises. "Damn," said Randy, breaking the silence. "Jack, you weren't kidding!" "Nope. These guys fuck better than anyone else on earth." Vic had a feeling that Jack had told Randy more in that movie theatre bathroom than he had let on, but who was he to complain? He was as physically exhausted as he had ever been in his life. He lay back on the sofa and let his head rest in Jack's sticky lap. Jack started playing with his hair, and smiled down at his lover. The girls snuggled up against Randy on the floor. "Wait a minute," said Dawn. "What?" "The odds are screwed up now." Vic was confused. "What are you talking about." Dawn had a gleam in her eye. "Well, if you guys have a new toy," she said, glancing at Randy, "then we girls should get someone new to play with too!" "Hey, if you know anyone who measure up to our standards . . ." started Jack. "I do." This last came from Randy. "Really?" piped in Vic. "Yup! Volleyball player. Hot as hell." The members of their little group all started bugging him for details, making plans for their next addition, and basking in the afterglow. ----------- ------------------- To Be Continued . . . Spring Break She looked up at me, tears running down her cheeks, and with a look that clear as day said, "No, please God no." I looked down at her and the look on my face told her more than words ever could. She watched as I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers fall. She moaned, "No, no, no, please no" as my boxers fell and when I forced her legs apart she cried, "No, you can't, please don't do this to me." There was one final, "No, please don't" as I worked the head of my cock between her cunt lips. "Shut up and take it like the whore that you are." And I drove my cock home with one hard push. And then I fucked her! I had her legs pushed back, her knees almost to her ears and I rammed myself deep into her with each stroke. "Come on bitch, scream for me, beg me to fuck you harder. Scream for me mother dear, scream for me like you did for him. Beg me to fuck you mother, like you did him and all the others." I didn't start out that night planning to fuck my mother. I didn't start out the night thinking of women at all. It was spring break and I had come home because I couldn't afford to go any place else. Several of my buds from high school were in the same boat and I ran into two of them at the mall. They knew of a couple more who were at home and so we made plans to get together at Spike's Bar & Grill to shoot some pool, toss some darts, sip suds and catch up on what had been going on since leaving high school. It was a good night and I had enjoyed myself. Since I'm not much of a drinker - I'm the kind of guy who will nurse two beers all night long - I ended up as the designated driver. It was almost two in the morning by the time I got home. I used my key to let myself in and when I walked into the house I walked in on an altogether too familiar scene. My mother was a slut, a whore, a fuck pig, a round-heeled tramp, a bar floozy, take your pick, but the bottom line was that she was an easy piece of ass and had been for as long as I had been old enough to know what she was doing. When I first found out, at an early age, I didn't know any better and I just thought that it was stuff that grown-ups did. But as I got older I came to realize that my mother was a cheating whore. My father was a traveling salesman and he was gone three or four days out of the week, and when he was gone my mother would dress up and leave the house and sometime later on that night she would come home with some man. I'd usually be asleep, but the noises from the living room as she lay on the couch getting fucked would wake me up. If she had been a quiet fuck, like most of the girls I'd been with, I might have never known what was going on, but mother was a screamer. Her "Fuck me, oh Jesus God fuck me" echoed through the house and the first time I heard it it brought me out of a sound sleep and I had rushed to the head of the stairs and looked down to see her on the couch with a man between her legs. She looked up and saw me and blew me a kiss and then went back to fucking her lover. I took the kiss she blew me as an invitation to watch and many are the nights that I watched her grip some man's body with her nylon covered legs and saw her high-heeled clad feet kicking in the air. A couple of times she saw me masturbating while I watched and she would smile at me and lick her lips. But even with the smiles and the licking of lips nothing was ever said the next day and mom always behaved as if nothing had happened. Some people would have called what she was doing cheating, but not me. Hell, she was my mother - not some cheating whore. I knew this because a buddy of mine had come across a copy of Gallery magazine and we had looked at the pictures of the naked women and wondered if that was what Becky Thomas looked like out of her clothes. I had taken the magazine home with me and I had read the letters in the Feedback section from men who loved for their wives to fuck other men. That's all my mom was doing, keeping my dad happy. At least that is what I thought until one night when my dad was home I overheard him and my mom in the kitchen. "Honestly George, you know me better than that." "I don't know shit about that Stella, but I'm warning you, if I ever catch you cheating on me I'll put you in a grave so fast that it will be a week before God knows you're dead." So, he didn't know what she was doing and that meant that my mother was a cheating whore. I don't know why, but that knowledge had an effect on me and I stopped going to the head of the stairs and watching; I stopped jacking off while thinking of her legs in nylons and her feet in stiletto heels and I stopped seeing her as part of a loving family. All my mother was was an older version of Becky Thomas. Two days after her eighteenth birthday the guys had gotten Becky out of her clothes and while she didn't look like the girls in Gallery that little patch of hair between her legs drove us just as crazy as the pictures in Gallery had. Becky fucked every boy who even hinted that he might like to try her on and soon everyone was calling her whore, slut, cum bucket, sperm bank and that is just what my mother was. It made me feel bad. Not that she was a whore so much as I didn't have the guts to tell my dad. I don't know how mom felt about him (although her actions could have been an indication), but he loved her and it showed in everything that he did and said when they were together. Then again, maybe it wasn't a lack of nerve. Maybe I subconsciously knew what it would do to him to find out and I didn't want to be the cause. Whatever the reason, I lost all respect for my mother. I never let it become obvious, but I did avoid her as much as possible. But she didn't try to avoid me. Once I stopped looking at what she was doing she made it a habit to stop by my room and look in at me on her way to bed. She would stand in the doorway of my bedroom, naked except for her nylons and high heels with the hall light on behind her and look at me in bed for a minute or two and then she would close my door and go to her own room. There were two things about my mother's activities that I never understood - well, three actually, since I never understood why she fucked other men. Why was it always on the couch in the living room when her bed would have been so much more comfortable, and why she went out of her way to pay attention to me when I watched. It was a relief to me to leave and go to college. The only time I saw her after that was on holiday breaks and dad was usually home at those times and I could pretend, for his sake, that we were a happy family. If I would have had enough money to go to Lauderdale or some other spring break hot spot it never would have happened, but I didn't have the money and so I was home and watching my mother getting fucked on the living room couch. She saw me and her face lit up in a smile and she blew me a kiss. I don't know why, after all those years, but I suddenly lost it - I snapped! I would like to think better of myself than to believe that it was because the man pounding his cock into her was black, but I can't honestly say one way or the other that that had anything to do with it. What I do know is that I lost it. I stormed into the living room, grabbed the man and pulled him off my mother and frog marched him to the front door and pushed him outside. I locked the door so he couldn't get back in and then I went back into the living room where my mother was frantically trying to get herself together. I pointed a finger at her and shouted, "You just stay right there you worthless slut, don't you fucking move!" I gathered up the man's clothes and tossed them out the door and then went back into the living room where my mother was sitting on the couch and crying. "Blow me a kiss will you?" I said as I pulled down my zipper, "Well kiss this" and I pulled out my cock and shoved it in her face. I reached out and grabbed the back of her head and pushed my cock by her lips and began to face fuck her. "Remember all those times you smiled at me and licked your lips? Well tonight you are going to get a taste." It only took me a minute to shoot off in her mouth and she had to gulp and swallow my load to keep from choking. When I started to go soft I just pushed my cock deeper into her mouth and kept working it until it started to get hard again. "You like being a whore so much, you like cock so much that you are an unfaithful slut two-thirds of the time dad is gone that I've decided to really degrade you" and I started to undress. "Scream, scream you fucking bitch, scream like I've listened to you all these years. Scream for me just like you did for all the others who have fucked your worthless cunt." And scream she did. It took a couple of minutes for her to get around to it. Minutes during which she cried and said that it wasn't right, but the cries turned into moans and the moans turned into screams; screams to fuck her harder, screams to push in deeper, screams to fuck her and never stop and screams begging me to make her cum. Her legs were locked around me and her nails were dug into my ass and when I finally shot all I had into her she was begging me not to stop. I was still in a rage and I pulled my softening cock out of her and stood up. I grabbed her arm and pulled her up off the couch, picked her up and headed for the stairs. "Wha...what are you doing?' "I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck you until you bleed." "No, no, on the couch, but not upstairs, not upstairs, please." She tried to break away from me, but I ignored her struggles and carried her into her bedroom and dropped her on the bed. "Oh no, oh God no, not here, not on your father's bed." I crawled up on the bed and she scurried away from me until she got to the headboard and had no place to go. I moved across the bed toward her. "No, please no. Not on your father's bed. Anywhere but here. I'll let you fuck my ass, I'll suck your cock, I'll fuck you for the rest of the time you are home, but please, not on your father's bed." "If I want your ass I'll take it and the same goes for your mouth. If I want to fuck you for the rest of the time I'm home I will and you won't have any say in the matter. As far as this being my father's bed is concerned, so what? You are his wife and that hasn't stopped you from being used by half the men in town." I grabbed her legs and pulled her to me and I fucked her for the second time that night. I fucked her three more times that night and listened to her scream before leaving her to go to my own room to go to bed. In the morning she was in the kitchen when I got up. She wouldn't meet my eyes and for some reason that pissed me off. "Get your ass over to the table and lean forward over it." "Why? What are you going to do?" "I'm going to give you a good morning fuck, now get over there." She moved over to the table and did as she was told and I took her from behind and she screamed. I learned to love the sound of that scream as I repeatedly fucked her over the course of the next three days. I came in her mouth, I came in her ass and I pumped quarts into her cunt and she screamed. She protested and said, "No you can't" and then she protested and said, "No, don't stop not now, not now." She cried out, "No, please, not on your fathers bed" and then when I finished and got up she cried, "No, not yet, please not yet, don't go," clutched at me and tried to pull me back down on it. The first morning after I had taken her over the breakfast table she asked, "Why are you doing this to me?" "Because you are a fucking whore and what I'm doing to you is what one does to whores." The only thing I let her wear those three days were a pair of high heels pumps. I followed her around the house and I ended up fucking her in every room. I took her on the dryer, I took her on the washing machine, and the kitchen and dinning room tables and I even took her out into the garage and fucked her on the hood of her car. On the day I left to go back to school I took her one last time on her bed, but that time no mention was made of it's being my father's bed. Just before I left I told her that when I came home for the summer if she was still fucking other guys while dad was gone I would do again what I had done for the last three days and then I left. She was standing on the porch watching me as I backed down the drive. Just as I hit the street she blew me a kiss and licked her lips and then turned and went into the house. I had been back at school for one week when the phone rang and it was my mother. She said hello and then told me that she had someone she wanted me to talk to. A man came on and said, "Hey, I don't know what this is all about, but she wants me to tell you that I'm playing hide the salami with her." I heard her ask the man for the phone back and then she said, "Remember your promise mother fucker, I'm holding you to it." Spring Break Adventure It was during Spring Break that I experienced one of the wildest times of my life. My man and I decided to go down to Cancun, Mexico to have some fun in the sun for an entire week. I packed some revealing outfits; including a thong bikini and some short skirts. On the plane all kinds of ideas went through my mind as a group of sorority girls behind us talked about their last trip there. One of them said, "it was so fun last time. I don't even remember how many people I had sex with. There was one on the beach, another in the hot tub and..." While another said, "yeah, and I couldn't believe how many naked people there were out there. This year I'm going to be even wilder" as she squeezed her breasts together. They both laughed as they said to each other "what happens on spring break stays in spring break." When we arrived in our hotel room, I looked out of the window. I could see the ocean and a lot of young people out side drinking and partying. I began to check out some of the girls who were walking around. Many were wearing thongs, some were topless, and one hot blond girl with big breasts was completely naked. I watched as the guys along the beach and in the hotel were staring at her as she walked down the beach with her friends. I heard someone say "look at that girl, she is so fuckin hot I wish I could fuck her right now." I loved it, I couldn't wait til I got outside and everyone would be staring at me. I decided to put on only my bikini bottom and walk along the beach topless with my man. It was fun as we made our way down the shoreline, seeing everyone that past stare at my big tits. As we walked along we could see that we were approaching a couple. We couln't make out what they were doing, but we could hear them making some noise. This turned my boyfriend on, so we continued to walk towards them. When we got close to them, we could see the girl on top of her man bouncing on top of him as they had sex. This turned my boyfriend on. He said, "you guys look like you are having a good time." The girl just smiled at us, and continued to moan. I decided that I would do something to please my boyfriend. So I went down on my knees and pulled his shorts down. I looked up and him and said, "I'm gonna suck your dick while you look at them fuck you dirty bastard." He laughed and said, "Go ahead and start sucking bitch." As others walked along the beach, they couldn't help but look at both couples do their thing. I was getting so turned, decided to finger bang myself as I sucked this cock. The girl next to us said that my boyfriend had a "huge fucking cock." And my boyfriend said, "thanks my girl appreciates it." When my boyfriend was going to get off he pulled back so that he could cum on my tits. The girl and guy next to us laughed as they saw me get a cumshot. I licked it off my breasts, savoring the flavor of his cum and making a show out of it for the couple. The smiled at me as I gave my boyfriend a couple more sucks before we left. As we continued to walk we saw a large crowd ouutside a gate with some really loud music playing there. We went towards the music and found a huge dance club. We paid to get in and went on inside. This place was packed out. There was plenty of drinking going on and there girls wearing hardly anything. I was enjoying it a lot. We sat by the bar and got some drinks. I loved having people stare at my huge tits. To let them know I was taken I would caress my boyfriend's cock as we sat at the bar. I love to feel his hard cock and to see girls jealous as they see the size of it in. As we began to make our way on the dance floor I could feel many guys grabbing at my ass and brushing against my breasts. Instead of getting mad about it I took it as a compliment, enjoying other guys wanting me. When we came to the center of the club we saw two girls with no tops on making out with a crowd of guys around them. They were hot, and the crowd was loving it. I was loving it to. So we watched them for a while. They were so into it, it was making me hot. Then they stopped said something to each other and began to leave the crowd around them. It looked like they were in a rush, as they headed towards the bathroom. I decided I might as well go to before I started dance the night away. When I arrived in the bathroom, I saw one of the girls sitting on top of the sink with her legs, while the other girl was on her knees eating her out. This caught me by surprise but I ended up leaning against the wall to watch them. It got me so horny see her lick her pussy right in front of me, not caring about the other girls as they walked in and out of the bathroom. A girl came in and said to her friend, "look at those sluts going at it." Then they both looked at me and saw that I had my hand down my thong, caressing my pussy as I watched. She gave me a dirty look, and I flipped her off. I loved wathing these girls, they acted like this was their place and they could do whatever they wanted. I wanted to be like them. I enjoyed hearing the moaning as she was being licked and licked in public. She said "keep licking me you little slut, you know what I like." She got louder and louder until she got off. I decided that I should go ahead and use the restroom. When I came out of the stall to wash my hands I told them that they "put on a great show outside, and I enjoyed the encore presentation in here." One girl said that "I looked really hot, and that she wouldn't mind eating me out too." I told her "maybe another time." She said that "there is a dance competition going on for $1000 on the stage in fifteen minuets, and that they were going to enter together." I said that was "cool." Then they invited me to "go up and perform with them." I said "sure." When I walked out, I kissed my boyfriend and grabbed his ass hard. I told him that I would have "a surprise for him in fifteen minutes that he would love." He gave me a look that said, "I know that you are up to something." When DJ announced that "anyone who was going to compete was to make their way up to the stage" I was feeling really horny. When I got up there I found the two girls up there giving me a devious look. I knew that they were up to something. As the competition started, there was some great looking girls that wanted to win the money too. These girls had awesome asses and large tits. The crowd was enjoying them perform. There were a couple of girls who went up together and actually kissed each other on stage. The guys particularly liked this. Then it came to our turn. We went up and started dancing. Somehow, these two girls surrounded me and started to touch me. I felt so dirty as they began to rub against me grab my exposed tits. They then began to lick on them, this felt so good, that I began French kiss the girl who was being eaten out a few minutes ago. She was so sexy and passionate I was getting even more horny. It was then that the other girl began to lower my thong exposing my pussy to the audience. I loved it. I loved feeling like a little slut in front of everyone. As I looked to the crowd I could see my boyfriend being so turned on. He was loving me being treated like a slut in front of everyone. One of the girls got on her knees and began to lick my pussy as the other continued to kiss my mouth. I felt so fucking horny that I got off really quickly. I then grabbed the face of the girl who was licking my pussy and began to kiss her. The audience went wild as I kissed her face, tasting my juices in her mouth. We ended up winning the contest and my boyfriend loved it. Spring Break and No Money = Fun? It was my spring break of my freshmen year of college, and as usual I was going nowhere for spring break because I didn't have the cash. My parents both came from big families and had to pay their own ways through college. This made them think, for some unknown reason, that me paying my way through college would teach me good money handling skills that I could use later on in life. I was 18, and because of this I was stuck with no parties and no hot chicks. Since I was home for spring break, my parents decided that we would go visit my cousin, Jennifer, for her 21st birthday. This excited me because if we could get there in time I could go to the party I knew Jennifer's friends were holding for her. Normally, they would have done this in some exotic location, but since they had all spent their money shopping, they were all staying for spring break too. We left for the 3 ½ hour trip to my cousin's house at about 11 am, but to my dismay because of a severe wreck on the interstate the trip ended up taking 6 hours. When we arrived around 5 pm, I found that Jennifer had already gone to the party and that I was stuck at the house. After being bored for the rest of the day I decided to turn in for the night. I knew I would be sleeping on the couch because they only had one guest bedroom and my parents got that. So I fell asleep watching tv sometime after my aunt, uncle, and parents had gone to bed. Somewhere around 3:00 am Jennifer stumbles into the house with her friend Tara waking me from a very good dream about me and my friend's ex-girlfriend. I asked her quietly, "Why is Tara here? Shouldn't she have gone back to her house?" "Her dad would have killed her if she had come home drunk. She told him she wouldn't drink tonight. Would you mind if she slept on the other couch?" Jennifer babbled drunkenly. "No, of course not. This isn't my house." I said I wasn't going to say no to my cousin's friend who was the definition for the word hot. Tara was 5'6" and had grey eyes, brown hair, and all the curves that you could ever want. I had liked her since I first met her and there was no way I was turning her away. After helping get Tara settled in, Jennifer said goodnight and went up to her room. After getting a good eyeful of Tara laying there on the couch with her skirt hiked up and her low cut shirt not hiding a lot, I decided to get back to my dreams hoping to add her to them. A little while later I woke to a warmth and moistness on my dick. I looked down to find that Tara had my boxers pulled down and was sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. At first I pulled away still half asleep, but she didn't miss a beat and just kept sucking away. It was the best blow job I had had in my life. I realized as she was sucking my cock she was also rubbing her clit so I pulled her up to the couch and kissed her deeply. Then I laid her down and removed her panties and started to lick her pussy. I started along her lips slowly working my way towards the clit. All the while she was bucking and sighing. Suddenly she says a little loud "Oh yeah lick me! Suck on my pussy! Make me cum!" I decided I wanted this to go on as long as possible so I grabbed her and turned her around so she could suck my cock while I ate her pussy. She caught on right away and started working her heavenly mouth up and down my cock working me towards my climax. After a little while longer I heard her start to moan more and more and I new she was close to orgasm. I knew I was also so I worked that much harder. Suddenly I felt my balls tighten, "I'm going to cum." I told her as silently as I could. "So aaaammmm I." She said as she orgasmed and then I shot my load down her throat. "I need that cock in me now!" she said as she worked it back up into its full state. After it was back off she sat down impaling her pussy with my cock. With a sigh and began to rock back and forth. I was in heaven as she worked my cock with the muscle in her cunt. She slowly worked harder and harder until she was pounding for all she was worth. Then suddenly her orgasm hit and she went rigid. After coming down from her high I flipped her over on the couch and entered her pussy. I pounded for all I was worth. All that came from her mouth were oohs and ahs as she again came close to her orgasm. As I approached my orgasm I suddenly remembered that I didn't have a condom on so I began to pull out. Sensing what I was about to do she said, "I am on the pill so fuck me hard and fill me up. I am almost there!" With renewed vigor I pounded her harder and harder until I felt her orgasm. I couldn't hold back any longer and orgasmed as well filling her with my cum. After coming down from my high I realized that Tara had passed out so I moved her over to the other couch. I then laid down and went to sleep thinking "She probably won't remember a thing in the morning." The next morning at about 7 am I was awakened when Jennifer woke up Tara to tell her to go home. After Jennifer had gone back upstairs to go back to bed, Tara walked over to me and handed me her panties and said, "Thanks for the wonderful time. I hope we can do it again." She then walked out the door smiling as she went. I knew I would definitely do that again if I could. Spring Break & the Single Dad It seems so silly for me, a grown man, to be keeping what's basically a diary. But, to save face, to keep me feeling 'manly', lets call it a journal, shall we? Besides, the reason for this little journey into writing is nothing silly or frivolous!! It's definitely something that I'll want to look back on when I'm an old(er) man! Well, I guess that I should back track for a moment here. See, my name's Kenneth and I'm 49. I'm a single dad of two children - both girls, ages 2 & 5. I was planning a little Spring Break get away with my daughters and my brother and sister and their 3 children. Since we're traveling with five children, we decided to hire a nanny to come along with us. Originally, I had asked the high school girl who usually watches my kids but, due to some cheerleading camp, she was unable to go. She did, however, recommend a friend of hers, Raina. So, about a week before our trip, I gave Raina a call and invited her over for an interview. She blew me away - amazing recommendations and she's a sophomore in college, majoring in early childhood education. My girls took to her like little ducks to water. And, I admit it, Raina's gorgeous! She's 20, about 5'9", looks to be in great shape, shoulder length hair that keeps falling into her bright green eyes. Mmmm.... Ok, now do you see why I'm keeping this journal? This was a trip that I'll never forget! It's almost like I've got to write this all down or else it'll never seem truly real! Besides that, it might make for a good "Dear Penthouse Forum" kinda thing sometime.... Moving forward again.... We were headed out to a beach house that my family owns, for a two week long stay. It was decided that Raina would ride with me and my kiddos and we'd meet my brother and everyone else at the house. Raina's very easy going, chatty, bubbly, sweet, funny and the three hour drive went by quite quickly. With her in the seat next to me, I sometimes had trouble keeping my eyes on the road! She was wearing long, slim fitting black shorts that showed off her long, lean, tanned legs. Already, I knew that this would either be the very best or very worst vacation of my life! So, continuing to move ahead.... Once everyone got settled, things were running quite smoothly. Raina was amazing with all of the children and everyone was having a blast. Maybe it was just me, but I thought there was some sexual tension between Raina and myself right from the get go. It was usually just subtle things, like she'd flash me a big smile for no reason or hold eye contact with me for longer than necessary. But there were also moments like when she had let her hand linger on my knee as we sat side by side on the porch swing and, even more tantalizing, the moment when she was eating a popsicle with, well, much more gusto than was needed, all while staring me square in the eye. On our fourth day there, my brother, sister and I decided to give Raina a child free day and we set out for a local aquarium. About an hour into our excursion, I winded up getting a splitting migraine and, at my family's urging, I decided to take a cab back to our beach house. When I arrived back at the house, I was expecting to find Raina where we had left her - relaxing on the porch swing, reading a novel. So, I was very surprised to see no one around as I approached the front door. Honestly, my main concern was getting rid of my thumping headache so I put any thought of Raina to the side as I burst into the kitchen, in search of Tylenol and a bottle of water. As I gulped down three Tylenol, I heard a little whimper coming from the other side of the house. It was a sweet little mew. My first thought was that a stray kitten had somehow wandered in and gotten trapped so I went to investigate. My curiosity was piqued as I traveled throughout the house. You see, the whimpers were getting louder as I got closer to Raina's bedroom - and they weren't just whimpers now. Now I was hearing moans and squeals of pleasure! What had started as a soft little purr was now practically a guttural growl! Raina must not have been expecting anyone for hours as her bedroom door was open a crack. This will probably sound terrible, but I couldn't help myself; I took a little peek. And there she was, fully naked, splayed out on her bed, fingers working slowly in and out of her gorgeous body. She was facing the door, but her eyes were tightly closed as her fingers worked deeply within herself. I'm still not sure if I made a noise or if she somehow sensed that I was there, but, suddenly, her bright eyes opened and she fixated on me with a stare so deep and so passionate that I could barely stand! Her eyes locked with mine as she whispered my name in a husky voice. I was so startled and unsure of what would happen next that I jumped and dropped my bottle of water! The bottle went rolling down the hall, spilling water, but it was soon forgotten as I tried to explain myself. "Oh... my... whoa... boy... uh... Sorry, Raina...", I stammered. "I came home early. Headache. Tylenol needed." Great, now I sound like a caveman! C'mon, Ken, you've talked to women before! Granted, it's never been in a situation quite like this! Raina arched her back as she settled into a different position on the bed. She had, uh, stopped with the task at, er, hand, but she made no move to cover her naked body. "It's ok, Kenneth," she murmured with an easy going shrug. "Actually... I could use some help here!" I know, I know, it sounds too good to be true - like something out a porno! But, I swear to you, that's how it went down! I was tentative at first - for one thing, I'm almost 30 years older than her - but, as I continued to watch from the doorway for another minute or two, Raina let her fingers go back to work. And, hey, I'm a straight, hot blooded man, I can only resist so much! I couldn't take it another moment, I walked into the room and approached the bed. Raina raised up in the bed, wrapped her arm around my next, drew me close and kissed me. Good and hard. Wow, I knew Raina wasn't shy, but this was something else! But who am I to say no?! When we pulled away, I smiled and looked into Raina's shining green eyes. "Before this goes any further, Raina, are you sure you want this?" I had to be a gentleman, at least a tiny bit, and make sure she knew what she was drawing us into. "Oh, yes, Kenneth! Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I've been fantasizing about this moment since the first second that we met!" And, to punctuate her passionate statement, she grabbed me and kissed me again. "Well, if you're sure!" I chuckled breathlessly as our kiss finally broke. Raina laughed with me, a melodious sound, then she drew me onto the bed more fully with her. I kicked off my shoes as I pressed my body against hers. She wrapped her arms around my waist and wasted no time yanking my t-shirt out from my shorts. She pushed my shirt up, silently urging me to remove it. I raised only for a second to take the shirt off and toss it aside. Then I eased my body back down, pressing my now bare chest against Raina's bare body. And, let me tell you, the feeling of her warm bare skin against mine was amazing! Her soft round breasts, probably somewhere around a C cup, pressed against me. And, I admit it, it'd been awhile since I'd had this sort of contact, that alone practically did me in! As I leaned in to kiss and taste her neck, Raina's soft hands ran up and down my back, her fingernails lightly tracing trails over my skin. [To be continued.......?] Spring Break and the Starman Jason took a deep breath and tried to clear his head a little. It didn't work. He looked back the way he had come, over the high sand dunes towards the water of the gulf. He could see the glow of the big bonfire and hear the rambunctious noise of the twenty or so college students. The music from the boombox was loud and all - just like he had - had been drinking and their shouts and laughter were a little more slurred than they should have been, but, what the hell, it was the first day of spring break. And this was an empty stretch of the Mexico shoreline. Earlier this afternoon they had all piled into the various jeeps and other vehicles, about half men and half women, all wearing only bathing suits and most already starting on their evening's consumption of alcohol. There were a couple of kegs and some blankets and a few other things in some of the jeeps and everyone expected to party for some time. They had driven out to an empty section of the shore and built a big driftwood bonfire and by the time the sun had set everyone was well on their way to feeling no pain. He had come out with a girl named Jannie or Jesse or Jemini or or Jenilee or something like that. They had danced a little, their bodies separated only by his trunks and her string bikini and soon had begun to neck. But at some time they had stopped and he had gone to get them some more beer, leaving her lying on the sand, the moonlight highlighting her pale body. Then, as he was starting back with two cups of the cold brew, he spotted two absolutely gorgeous girls, holding hands, and moving over the top of a big dune towards the darkness. The promise of this distraction drew his mind away from Jannie and, in a fog, he started to follow them, keeping back enough not to be spotted. In the back of his mind Jason had the idea that he could follow the two, watch them until they were totally distracted with each other and then, perhaps, join them for a threesome. He followed them for about a quarter mile across the sand, the warm night air lulling him into an almost spellbound state until he suddenly realized he couldn't see them any more. Now he shook his head again and again. It didn't help. He downed one of the beers he was still carrying but that didn't seem to help much either. For some reason he had thought it might. Giving a shrug he turned slightly to his right and decided to try behind the next big dune. His unsteady steps carried him behind the next wall of sand and then he suddenly stopped short, staring down into the small depression. He shook his head harder this time. It was still there. In one long drink he downed the other cup and looked harder. Yes, it was still there. A flying saucer. Well, no, it wasn't flying. It was resting on the sand but it looked like the pictures of flying saucers he had seen. About forty feet across, the center a raised dome . But that wasn't all. Coming towards him, hand raised, was a man - or something like a man. He as about six feet tall and had two legs and two arms that looked a lot like those of anyone else, but he was a pale blue in color. His hair was thick and a dark blonde. As he got closer Jason could see that it looked like he had too many fingers on each hand and - his vision wasn't too clear, after all - a thumb on each side of each hand. He was wearing some kind of a one piece garment made of a smooth, almost shiny material that fit him closely everywhere. The upper part was much like a tee shirt with no real collar but continued seamlessly into what Jason could only think of as a kilt that ended just above his knees. Jason shook his head once again. Then the man raised his hand and spoke something in Spanish. Jacob, realizing he might be the first human ambassador to non-humans, smoothly replied, "Huh? What was that?" The man quickly reached for a small box on the belt around his waist and touched something. Then he spoke again. "Greetings, Earthman. Is this your language?" In his current state it seemed perfectly logical to Jason that he should be talking with an alien. Wasn't there something in the news about aliens coming into the US from Mexico? It seemed like he had read that. He answered, "Yes, it is. Greetings." The man moved closer. Jason could see that he looked quite handsome from a human standpoint if one ignored the pale blue skin. Jason held out his own hand and the stranger, after only a second's hesitation, reached out and shook it. "My name is Jason. I'm from the States and am down hear for spring vacation. Where are you from?" The man gave a very human laugh. "From somewhere much further away. About fifty light years in your units. But I am also here on a vacation from my school. My name is Arrlick." Then he added, "We've heard that earth girls are really fun. They like to party and are very hot. Is this true?" "We think so. I was following two of them just now, but I seem to have lost them." "Oh, I know which way they went. I was just heading over there to try and meet them." "Well, I think they might be interested in each other, but maybe they like men, too." "Let's go see." He turned and started moving away. Jason quickly fell in beside him. In just a minute of two they topped a dune and ten yards ahead saw the two girls. They were no longer holding hands. Instead they were pressed tightly together, locked in a deep kiss, their arms wrapped about each other. Jason's gaze locked on the two as he and Arrlick froze. Quietly the starman asked, "Do girls here mate with each other? Or do they also engage in such activity with men? Still watching the two girls closely Jason replied, "Most just do it with men, but a few just with each other. Also some do it with both." Arrlick asked, "Would you like to mate with one of them?" This finally caused Jason to turn his head to the stranger. "I would love to, but I'm not sure they would want to with me." Arrlick smiled. "That can be arranged." He took a small device from a pouch on his belt. Jason looked at it and saw that it resembled a remote for a TV or DVD player. There were several buttons labeled with marks that he couldn't identify. Arrlick followed his gaze and touched something on the side and the label changed into English. He saw that the one Arrlick's thumb - his right thumb on his right hand - was poised over was labeled "STUN". Jason quietly asked, "Is that a Phasor?" Arrlick looked blank for a second and then seemed to understand the question. "Not exactly," he replied. "Watch." Arrlick stepped forwards and in a somewhat louder voice called, "Greetings, Earthwomen." The two girls broke apart in surprise and turned towards the two men. For just a couple of seconds they froze and Jason thought that Arrlick had used the STUN button. Then one of them gave a sharp cry and they started to turn to run. Arrlick quickly called, "No, wait please," and they turned back to face the men. "We only want to be friendly." The two girls started to slowly back away, still staring at the alien. Arrlick quietly said, "Well, I guess I'll have to," and then pressed the button. The result was not exactly what Jason had expected. They did stop moving but weren't frozen stiff or anything. But something else had happened. Their bathing suits had disappeared leaving them completely naked. Arrlick turned towards him and said, "They are stunning, aren't they." Jason shook his head once again. "Yes, they are. Are they all right?" "Certainly. I'd never hurt anyone. They just no longer have the urge to run from us." The two men walked up closer to the girls. "Hi," the starman said. "I'm Arrlick and this is Jason." The two girls stared back at them. Finally one said, "I'm Kim and this is Jennifer." Her voice didn't seem exactly natural but she didn't sound forced or even frightened. Neither really seemed to be concerned with their total lack of clothing, either. Arrlick turned to Jason. "We could probably just spend some time and get to know them, but I really can't stay that long. If you are anything like us when we go on break everyone is interested in sex. Right?" Jason replied, "Yeah. That and drinking, but definitely sex." "Then we can speed things up a little." He lifted the remote and his thumb - the left thumb on his right hand - hovered over another button labeled INTEREST. He pressed it. The two girls suddenly took on a look that said they were extremely - there was no other word - horny. Jason quickly looked over at Arrlick and then back at the two lovely nudes. Almost together the two began to advance towards the men. The black haired beauty - Jennifer - moved directly towards Jason while the blonde - Kim - made a straight line to Arrlick. Jennifer raised her arms and before he really knew what was happening she had them wrapped tightly around him as she pulled him into a deep open mouthed kiss. His eyes glanced sideways to Arrlick and saw that Kim was doing exactly the same with Arrlick. Then he felt Jennifer's hand slide inside his trunks and grasp his rigid member. His hands closed over her bare bottom and any thought that this was unusual behavior evaporated instantly. In seconds Jennifer was working his trunks down over his legs and as she knelt to lift his feet free, her mouth engulfed him. His head jerked back and from the corner of his eye he saw Arrlick reach to a pouch on his belt and extract something. He tossed it over beside Jason and it spread itself into a six foot square of thin material to cover the sand. Arrlick threw out a similar blanket near Kim and himself and then touched the shoulder of his garment which instantly fell free, leaving him nude also. Although his mind was consumed with his own sensations Jason noticed that Arrlick looked very human in the previously covered regions and that his tool appeared to be rather large even if not gigantic. Then all of his attention was focused on Jennifer as she pulled him down onto the blanket, spread her legs and reached for him to pull him into the proper place. Even with the remaining alcohol fog Jason was aware that he had never had an experience like this. Jennifer was by far the hottest woman he had ever known or met or even imagined. To his total surprise and satisfaction over the next two hours she was easily able to bring him back again and again until he had climaxed an amazing four times. Even then as she remained lying on top of his stretched form her demanding body pulled him into position for a sixty nine which seemed to go on forever. Some time before it ended he noticed that Arrlick was again taking Kim, this time doggy style from behind. The starman seemed to be able to perform over and over again with no problem. At last, some time later, Jason, in a slight daze, noticed that Jennifer had risen and now he saw that she and Kim were walking away, back towards the beach, hand in hand again. Both were still naked and every now and then they would turn towards each other for a quick kiss. He looked over at Arrlick who was putting his garment back on and asked, "What about them? Are they going to be all right?" "Sure. Right now they are going to look for some more men. They are still pretty aroused, after all. The effect will wear off in about ten or twelve hours from now and all they will remember is that they had a fantastic time. Oh, and there is no chance of disease or that they could have gotten pregnant." He was looking after the two receding females but now turned back to Jason. "Jason, I am most happy to have met you, but I must be going. Perhaps we'll meet again some day." Then with a wide smile, "Maybe some day you'll come to my world for your break and I can show you a really wild time." He reached out and shook Jason's hand and then turned and strode rapidly away in the direction of his ship. Jason stood watching him for almost a minute until he disappeared from sight. Then he turned back towards where he could still see the glow of the bonfire on the beach. The thought suddenly entered his head that he had completely forgotten about Jannie or Jenny or whatever her name was. He decided he had better go check on her just in case she had passed out from the beer or something. He turned in the direction in which he thought she would be and started walking. Jason cut across the top of the dunes above the group still going at it around the fire. Some were still dancing but most were lying on the sand, making out or maybe even a little more. A couple of guys were getting more beer from the kegs. They took their cups and wondered off a little and Jason wondered if they might run into Jennifer and Kim. Good luck, he thought. He moved on in the direction in which he had left Jannie and passed out of sight of the fire and the other revelers. He was just beginning to decide that he had gone too far or that she must have moved when he stepped around a small hill and saw her standing there facing him. "Jannie..." he started to say and then suddenly saw the figure next to her. This girl was even taller than Jannie, probably at least five ten. Her long, blonde hair fell to the middle of her back. She was wearing something very like - but not exactly like - a string bikini so he could easily see that her figure would put any model to shame. She and Jannie were each holding a cup of something he guessed was beer, but what really got his attention was that the skin the girl was showing - and there was quite a lot of that - was a pale blue in color. He moved closer and again started to say, "Jannie.." when the pale blue girl raised her hand. She had something that looked a lot like the device Arrlick had held but before he could examine it more closely she touched a button - with the right thumb on her right hand - and suddenly he lost his curiosity - as well as his swim trunks, but this didn't seem at all unusual. The blue girl turned to Jannie and said, "See. Now watch this." She touched another button on the remote and suddenly Jason wanted her more than he had ever wanted any woman. He rod stuck out rigidly, but for some reason he couldn't go after her but had to wait as she advanced on him. She tossed out one of the thin blankets and then touched her garments which fell away leaving her even more desirable to Jason. Then he was lying on his back on the blanket as she lowered herself and his world dissolved into an overwhelming fog of pure pleasure as she rode him hard and long. Amazingly he came twice in a row and remained hard as she climaxed several times herself. At last she rose, leaving Jason on his back. She turned back to Jannie who was still standing and watching, her eyes glued to Jason and said, "Not bad. I can see why you thought he might be fun." She picked up her clothing, not bothering to don it just yet. Then she turned back to Jannie and said, "I've really got to go. But, first, here's a present for you." She handed the remote to the girl. "The effects last for twelve to eighteen hours, but you can use it again anytime even before they wear off and extend the time as long as you want. If you use this one" - she indicated one of the buttons - "he will do whatever you want. You can keep him hard the whole time or make him come over and over. Don't worry, it won't hurt the man and you won't have to worry about getting pregnant or catching anything. When it finally wears off he won't remember anything except that he had a great time." Jannie took the control and examined it. "You mean the button labeled SLAVE?" "That's right," the girl chuckled. "Now I really do have to go, but I think I just may come back next year, so I'll probably see you then. Especially if you have more of this wonderful drink." Jannie laughed. "There's always beer on breaks. Not to mention sex." Then she looked at Jason and down to the control in her hand before once again looking back at the girl. "Fabrille, I can't thank you enough." Then she leaned forwards and embraced the blue skinned girl, hugging her tightly. They looked into each other's eyes for several seconds and then came together in a deep kiss. Then Fabrille turned and started to walk away from the beach. Jannie turned to Jason. She reached up and pulled the ties on first the top and then the bottom of her suit. The two tiny pieces of cloth dropped to the ground and she stood completely naked looking down at Jason. She smiled widely at him and then said, "For the next week we are going to have a lot of fun, Jason." She pointed the remote at him and pressed a button and Jason felt his desire skyrocket again. "But first we need to get something straight," she added, "My name is Jeannie." Spring Break Arrives I waited with anticipation for the arrival of spring break. That was when my daughter Susie would be home from college. I hadn’t seen her for close to six months and I was really beginning to miss her. The house seemed to get lonelier and lonelier. I needed a woman around but I hadn’t the energy to pursue any relationships after my wife had passed away. So it was always nice to have Susie home. It had been almost two years now, but the passing of my wife was still fresh in my mind. I not only missed her love, companionship and friendship but I missed the physical contact we had together. We had always seemed to just melt in to each other’s self when we made love. We really did become one and I missed it so. Susie had e-mailed that she might be bringing a friend home with her and I replied that would be great. I expected to see her on Friday if all went well at school. I busied myself all week between my job and cleaning up the house. I made sure that the beds were made with clean sheets and all of the bathrooms had plenty of fresh towels. As I surveyed the house, I was prideful in how the house looked. Not a bad job for an old fart like me. I’m only fifty-I thought I’m not ancient! Friday was upon me so I figured I would layout from work for the day. I had plenty of vacation time on the books and besides I was taking the whole next week off, one more day wouldn’t hurt. I was in the backyard when I heard a car door slam and then another. I looked at my watch and figured they had made good time; it was almost 2:00 pm. As I came around the house my eyes fixed in on Susie and her friend. Both of the girls were in shorts and halter-tops with their hair held up in buns. Susie came running towards me and jumped in to my arms, wrapping her legs around me. She clung to my neck and sobbed lightly. "Daddy, I've missed you so much." I squeezed her tight and as I did I noticed that her pussy mound was hard up against my groin. This started to make my cock flinch. I finally let go but my cock was starting to flinch. Boy was her body ever hot! Susie introduced me to her friend, Kim was her name, and boy was she a knock out. Kim had jet-black hair, large brown eyes, bronze colored skin and a body to die for. Small breasted but more than ample. She and Susie had pretty much the same body build, slim but well proportioned, just the way I liked them. Kim made her way towards me and extended her hand. I looked at her and I said, “ This is a household that hugs. Come here and give me a hug.” With that Kim jumped in to my arms just like Susie had done. I really wasn’t expecting that and she almost knocked me over. With her legs wrapped around me, I could feel her pussy grind in to my groin. I squeezed her gently but quickly let her down. It was really hard to hide my growing hard on now. I moved to get the girls luggage, hoping I could hide the tent in my shorts. God they looked great! I took the girls luggage to their rooms and told them that dinner would be served around 6 o’clock. I also encouraged them to freshen up and possibly take a nap after their long drive if they were tired. Susie and Kim were on my heels down the hallway. They were giggling about something and they almost ran in to me when I stopped. They both glanced at my shorts and I looked down. I was totally embarrassed because you could see a big wet spot were my cock had been resting. I could feel the flushness come over me. “ That’s okay daddy, we still have a washing machine don’t we?” Susie giggled. The girls laughed once more and headed for the bedrooms. I couldn’t believe what just had happened. I asked myself, was Susie coming on to me? Why was I getting a hard on with the sight of both of these girls. They were only twenty! One was my daughter I thought, I shouldn’t be thinking this way towards her. My cock started to flinch and grow as I thought of them. Boy I needed some relief! I headed for my own bedroom. I eased the door shut and slipped on to my bed. I slid my shorts off and just laid there for moment. My mind raced back to when both girls had jumped in to my arms with their legs wrapped around me. I really could understand how Kim made me hot but my own daughter making me hot? I started to slowly stroke my member. I didn’t have to worry about any lubricant cause of the pre cum coming from the slit in the head of my dick. I slowly worked my hand up and down, thinking of Susie and Kim and their luscious bodies. I moved one hand around to my asshole and started to massage my hole. The feeling was incredible. I didn’t hear the door open up but Susie needed to ask me something and she froze in her tracks as she saw what I was doing. Susie closed the door behind her and quietly made her way closer to my bed. I was oblivious to her being in the room. My tempo picked up and I could feel the usual swell starting within me. I slipped a finger in my asshole and stroked faster now. Susie had gotten down on her hands and knees and made her way to the edge of the bed. She was only inches from my hard cock and I didn’t even know it. Susie slipped her hand in her shorts and started to rub her bald pussy lips and clit. Her pace quickened with my own. She couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock. As I started to cum I moaned out and shot my first stream all the way up to my chin. I worked my finger in to my ass deeper. I squeezed my cock tighter, working slower now. Wave after wave hit me. When the last squirt oozed out of my cock I eased my finger out and let my pulsing cock rest in my hand. I laid there not being able to move. I closed my eyes and dozed off in bliss! Susie worked on her cunt as I had started to cum. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing and how it turned her on. Her body quivered and shook as she started to cum. Her eyes were riveted on my cock as it squirted all over; seeing my finger in my ass also shocked her. This really had turned her on. She now worked on her own ass as well as her pussy. She started to thrust her fingers in and out of her hole. Susie couldn’t believe how wet and hot she was. Her pent up orgasm was erupting, her body quivered. When her body stopped shaking and jerking she was flushed, hot and sweaty from her ordeal. She waited by the side of the bed for me to move but I didn’t. I was sound asleep. She knew she had better leave but not before she touched my cock. It was now flaccid and soft to the touch; Susie could feel the heat coming from it. She couldn’t resist the temptation that was before her. By now my hand had fallen away exposing my cock in its fullness. She lightly traced a path up and down its length, which made it stir. The sight of my growing cock mesmerized Susie. Boldness started to overtake Susie as she moved her mouth towards my cock. Her tongue reached the bulbous head of my cock first. She could taste and smell my cum, this excited her even more and her lips slowly engulfed the head. I let out a moan and squirmed on the bed. Susie froze in her tracks hoping I wasn’t awake. She allowed my cock to rest in her mouth. Satisfied that I was still asleep she took me deeper in her mouth. When her lips reached the base of my cock she instinctively gagged which made me stir again. Susie reacted by moving her mouth back up my shaft almost letting my manhood fall from her mouth. She ever so slowly made her way back down until her mouth nibbled at the base of my cock, this time she didn’t gag. Her pace picked up and one of her hands reached between my legs and started to finger my wet asshole. I eased my legs apart and I thought I was dreaming. It was almost automatic when I reached my hands out for her head. I moaned in my sleep and squirmed my hips. This movement pushed my cock deeper in Susie’s waiting mouth. I was dreaming that my wife, Jane, was giving me a fantastic blowjob. Jane loved to suck cock and lick my balls. When she found out that I liked my asshole penetrated this turned her on even more. She would caress my ass and slip her finger in slowly as her mouth worked its way down my shaft. Her tempo always picked up when she knew I was close to cumming. That’s when she would insert a small dildo she kept by the bed just for occasions like this. I grabbed Jane’s head and started to fuck her mouth deeper and deeper. My cock started to swell and I knew I was going to explode. I could feel my cum working its way up my shaft, then I buried my cock in Jane’s mouth as deep as I could go, moving down her throat. I started to see stars as my milky white stuff shot out and landed deep within her. I could feel her finger working on my ass. I almost passed out from the pleasure of it all. Jane removed her finger but still sucked my cock until there wasn’t a drop of cum nor hardness left. When she removed her mouth I started to open my eyes but I couldn’t see anything. I started to come around and looked at my bed. “Damn” I thought. “That sure was some fucking dream. God I miss Jane.” I stayed focused on the side of the bed where Jane used to sleep. I caught myself caressing her side of the bed. I had to close my eyes because of the tears that weld up within me. I eased myself off the bed and headed for the shower. I glanced at my clock and knew I’d have to make dinner soon; it was now almost 5 o’clock. When I stepped in to the shower Susie made her way out of my bedroom. She headed straight for the room where Kim was in. She opened the door and slowly closed it behind her. The water felt so good cascading on my body. I was still kind of weak in the knees from what had just happened. I really thought that I was getting a blowjob but there wasn’t anyone there with me. My mind sure is playing tricks on me, I thought. I knew I better finish up and head for the kitchen. As I stepped out of the shower I still thought about Kim and Susie’s young bodies. I really had to concentrate on not thinking about them. I looked down and saw my cock flinch a bit. What an afternoon. I slipped on a pair of swimming trunks. They were more or less a pair of baggy shorts. I had freedom in them to let my cock and balls swing. I made my way down to the kitchen and I heard soft muffled moans coming from the spare bedroom. That is where I placed Kim stuff. I stopped long enough to hear what sounded like something was being slurped. I moved closer to the door and placed my ear against it. Sure enough the sound that I heard was definitely being made by someone licking on something or someone, I thought. My mind raced and all I could think of was Kim and Susie sucking each other’s pussies! I wanted to burst in on them but I’m sure I would have embarrassed them. I slowly made my way to the kitchen. I took out two large pizzas and a salad. I loved to make my own pizzas and was pretty good at it. I moved about the kitchen like I knew what I was doing. I took plates and silver ware and headed for the porch. I knew the girls would like to eat outside. With the pizzas done I hollered out, “Susie and Kim, dinner is ready.” No response. I moved closer to the hallway and hollered again. “Hey you two, our pizza’s getting cold!” Still nothing. I moved quietly down the hall, the carpet muffled all the sounds I did make. As I approached the spare bedroom I placed my ear on the door. I heard nothing. I waited for a minute and then I knocked softly. Nothing. I tried the door and turned the handle, it wasn’t locked. My heart raced a bit as I had visions of Susie and Kim lying together, locked in a compromising position. As I opened the door gently I peered in. The damn bed was empty. I looked around and there was no one in sight. I moved to the bathroom, no sounds and no one there either. I figured I better check out Susie’s room next. As I walked past the bed I saw a pair of very skimpy panties lying on the bed. I couldn’t resist the temptation to pick them up. I raised them too my nostrils and could smell the sweet aroma of Kim’s perfume along with the smell of pussy juices. The crotch of the panties was even wet. As I was lowering them back to the bed I heard the girls coming down the hall. All of a sudden I heard Susie ask. “What are you doing daddy? Do you see anything you like?” I knew I was caught and my face showed it. I could feel the redness coming to my face. I mumbled something about hearing noises and waked quickly passed them. Both girls snickered. We sat at the porch table and passed the time with small talk. I was still a bit flustered about being caught in Kim’s room. I tried to hide my emotions. When dinner was over the girls asked if I had anything to drink, like beer. “No beer, but I do have some good wine chilling in the fridge if you would like that.” I said. I wasn’t much of a drinker but I figured I better have a drink or two to calm my nerves down. I got up and made the girls a glass of wine while I hit the hard stuff. I mixed a double of good old Jack Daniels on the rocks with a splash of seven up. I didn’t take me but a moment and my glass was empty. I mixed another for myself and headed for the table. As we sat and chilled, the conversation got around to sex and the girls. Both of the girls exclaimed that it was very difficult finding the right guy. Susie piped in with, “All the guys ever want is a fast blowjob. They want to make your pussy all wet and then, bam, then pushing your head to their cocks.” I looked over at Susie and said “You need to tone down your language young lady or I’ll turn you over my knee!” “But daddy, it’s the truth. All the boys just want to get their nuts off and leave us girls hanging. I don’t think they even know that we cum too!” Susie remarked. “Now Susie your mother sure wouldn’t have put up with you talking that way so I shouldn’t either. Now get over here so I can paddle your butt.” I said. Susie looked at me with this funny look and smiled and said, “You wouldn’t dare spank my ass!” “ Oh yes I would and I’m going to do it right now.” I replied “Now stand up and get over here now!” I barked at her. Susie was obedient and got up. She wiggled her little butt in my direction and backed up to me. I ordered Susie to drop her sarong that was around her waist. She untied it and let it fall to the floor. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Do you like what you see?” I couldn’t hide the redness in my face because I was somewhat embarrassed by what stood before me. My daughter’s ass was completely bare except for the thin piece of material going up her crack that attached to the rest of her thong bathing suit. I couldn’t remove my eyes from her gorgeous heart shaped ass. “Now bend over my lap and take your medicine!” I ordered. Susie moved to my side and lowered herself onto my lap. As she bent over, she slid her tits over my now hard cock and then slid even further resting her pussy mound on my crotch. My cock was on fire and I couldn’t believe what was going on. As I raised my hand to apply the first whack Susie turned her head to look at me. “Go ahead daddy, spank my ass if you must.” She said this in a mocking tone of voice. Whack the first pop cam down hard on her ass cheek. Susie yelped as I did it again and again. “Daddy you really are spanking me.” She exclaimed. “It hurts like hell. Please stop daddy!” I made sure that both cheeks got their equal share. Now they both looked up at me with a “red glow!” I couldn’t believe how hard my cock was getting. I was turned on like more than I could ever remember. It was fantastic. “Have you had enough Susie?” I asked, “Have you learned your lesson?” Between her light sobs she muttered that she was sorry. With her reply came my response of telling her that I was going to massage her cheeks to make them feel better. I started to lightly rub my hands across her ass cheeks. The warmth from the spanking I gave her seemed to penetrate my palms. I worked my hands closer to the bottom of each cheek when all of a sudden Susie parted her legs. I had a good view of her wet pussy lips. The little bit of material had worked its way in between her lips, making them poke out. The sight of her lying in my lap mesmerized me. I slipped one hand further down and just grazed her pussy. It was so soft to touch, but unbelievably wet. Susie let out a soft moan as I brushed her pussy. “Okayyy your done now.” I stuttered. Susie pushed herself off of my lap and her legs were wobbly. I had to steady her so she wouldn’t fall. Susie bent right over in front of me as she picked up her sarong, exposing her pussy in all its glory. I watched as she headed for the hot tub. Her little buns were a bright pink from the spanking I gave her. God she was beautiful! My eyes were fixed on Susie but I was quickly jolted back to my senses by, “Mr. Smith, your shorts are so wet from Susie’s pussy dripping all over you!” Kim hollered out. I turned my head and I shot a glance towards Kim. “If you continue to talk like that you’ll get some of the same.” I told Kim. Kim looked at me and said, “There’s no fucking way you’ll lay a hand on my ass!” “Just keep it up Kim and you’ll be on my lap sooner than you think.” Kim kind of glared at me with this defiant look. I could see she was trying to come up with some smart-ass remark for me. Kim shot up from her seat and said, “Your just like all the other men I’ve known. All you want to do is look at my ass and puss...” Before she could finish her statement I had a hold of her arm and was dragging her to my seat. Kim fought me in more of a playful mood than anything else. “Go ahead Kim, fight him off of you!” Susie hollered out. I glanced over at Susie. She was leaning out of the tub with this big grin on her face. I lowered Kim to my lap; my cock was about to burst at the seams of my shorts. She fought me the whole way. The more she squirmed the harder I got. I had to place Kim between my legs and trap her there. My left arm was holding her in position while I lifted her sarong. I almost shot my load because once again here was a perfect ass staring up at me, bare to the bone! I rubbed her cheeks and then I lifted my hand and let it fly. Whack, Whack and Whack. I think I shocked Kim with the first blow, it wasn’t a hard slap but I knew it stung because of the redness that came from her cheeks. “Oh, fuck Mr. Smith. It hurts like hell. Please stop I’ll do anything you want, just stop.” Kim said as she gasped for air. “I’ll have to give you a couple of more pops just to let you know I’m not fooling around,” I said. The last few whacks were rather light but still hard enough to make Kim flinch. “Just lay here for a minute Kim and think about what comes out of your mouth.” I took my hand and slowly ran it across both of her cheeks. I then started to run my fingers from the top of her crack downwards. When I approached her asshole I wiggled my finger in a bit. Kim let out a moan and pushed upwards. I slipped my finger further down and found her waiting cunt lips wide open. I slipped a couple of fingers in and got them good and wet. I then worked back up to her brown eye. It was now easier to slip in. Kim started to buck up and down making my finger slide in past the first knuckle. All of a sudden Kim started to shake and quiver and her ass cheeks clamped down on my finger. I had a good feeling that she had an orgasm by the way she moved about my lap. “Are you alright Kim?” I asked as her shaken and quivering stopped. “Oh, yesss I’m alright. How about letting me up now or do I get more?” she said. “Nope, looks like you’re done for now Kim. Let me help you up.” I replied. I helped her off my lap and she headed for the hot tub. I glanced down at my crotch and couldn’t believe how much pussy juice and pre cum were on my shorts. All I could smell was sex. It was all over me and I hadn’t even gotten my rocks off!