27 comments/ 62151 views/ 14 favorites Vera By: Caroline Covington The following story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. Vera 01 Există vorba aia cu facerea de bine... Așa și eu! Mă contactează un coleg, de-a dreptul disperat, că sarcina primită, pe linie de serviciu, îl cam depășește... E suficient de căcăcios încât să n-aibă curajul să meargă la șeful lui și să-i spună, clar și deschis, că singur... nu face față. Mă roagă, cu cerul și cu pământul, să-i dau o mână de ajutor... Înainte de a pleca acasă, trec pe la biroul lui și iau ceva documentație, să văd despre ce este vorba. Dacă tot găsesc un loc liber în autobuz, scot ceva materiale și le iau la rumegat. Practic, nici nu-mi dau seama că, între timp, autobuzul s-a aglomerat. Ce simt, însă, la un moment dat, este că cineva se cam împinge în umărul meu. Întorc capul puțin, ca să constat că o pereche de jeanși aproape că mi-a încălecat umărul... Ridic ochii și văd o pereche destul de bine făcută de sâni, iar mai sus niște ochi căprui care se fac că privesc pe fereastră. În fine, mă îndrept de spate, motiv pentru care și umărul îmi scapă dintre cracii gagicii... Dacă a fost o întâmplare, femeia va realiza acest lucru și se va repoziționa... De unde?!? Îmi ia brațul la îmbrățișat și, discret, se mai și freacă!... Stilul ăsta de a cere să-i cedezi locul unei femei, sincer, nu l-am mai întâlnit!... Ezit, un pic, apoi, uitându-mă în ochii ei, o întreb: -- Vreți să stați jos? Îmi zâmbește: -- ... Nu, mi-e bine așa!... Din ce văd, fata arată bine -- înaltă, dotată, cu un păr destul de lung, atârnându-i pe umeri, în mare, femeie prezentabilă. De asemenea, din ce știu eu, traseul autobuzului nu trece pe lângă vreun ospiciu, așa că nu prea știu în ce categorie să-i încadrez comportamentul... Încerc s-o ignor și să-mi văd, în continuare, de documentație... La un moment dat, o simt că se apleacă, foarte aproape de urechea mea: -- Eu, la a doua stație, cobor! Vii? Uau! Tupeu nemărginit!... Deh, și eu, ca băieții, am mai agățat câte o tipă-n autobuz, sau alt mijloc de transport în comun, însă, de data asta, se pare că e pe dos. Evit să-i dau vreun răspuns, iar tipa se retrage, îndreptându-se spre una dintre ușile autobuzului... În mod normal, eu ar trebui să mai merg câteva stații, însă, cum spuneam, femeia arată bine, iar din gesturile, discrete, e adevărat, dar... de-a dreptul obscene, mi-e clar că n-are de gând să mă țină de povești!... În fond, ce Dumnezeu?!? Tânăr sunt, obligații n-am, iar acasă, cu siguranță, am destule prezervative, ca să pot face față situației!... În fine, ajunși în stație coborâm, iar imediat după ce se închid ușile, o observ pe tipă că face cu mâna spre autobuz, apoi afișează, cu degetele, simbolul victoriei... Nu pot să mă abțin, așa că o întreb, contrariat: -- Ce-a fost asta?... Mi se uită în ochi, îmi zâmbește, apoi îmi spune: -- Bună, eu sunt Vera și tocmai ce am câștigat un pariu, datorită ție!... Mă prezint și eu, apoi o întreb în ce constă pariul câștigat. -- Am pus pariu cu prietena mea că... te agăț!... -- ... Și de ce tocmai pe mine?!?... -- ... Pentru că erai singurul tip din preajmă care, în loc să se uite la noi, își vedea de treburile lui! Brusc, mă prinde de mână: -- Hai la o bere! Fac eu cinste!... Cum suntem chiar la intrarea în parc, mi-e clar că nu aici locuiește, iar nu departe, în parc, este o cârciumă prevăzută cu o terasă. Afară este frumos, chiar dacă un pic cam prea cald, așa că, recunosc, ideea unei beri nu-mi displace... Trebuie, însă, să fac o mențiune: -- Măi, de mers la bere, merg, cu plăcere, doar că aș prefera să mă lași pe mine să-ți fac cinste... -- ... Nu se poate! Eu am venit cu ideea, deci eu plătesc! Ezit, un pic, apoi caut o cale de compromis: -- ... Bine, atunci plătim câte jumătate! -- ... Da, știu, ești bărbat și-ți cade hangul dacă-ți plătește femeia consumația!... Aflu că fata lucrează într-un domeniu pe care, de obicei, îl cam luăm în râs -- face cercetare în... meteorologie!... Bună treabă! Dacă nu plouă, e frumos, dacă nu, poate ninge, funcție de sezon!... Mă simte ea că sunt cam descumpănit, așa că îmi ține o prelegere de vreo jumătate de oră, de iar mi se face sete, așa că mai comand câte o bere... Mi se uită în ochi: -- Să știi că pariul, deja, l-am câștigat, iar dacă ți-ai pus în cap să mă-mbeți ca să profiți de mine, cu bere, nu ține!... Nu știu ce față fac, că n-am vreo oglindă la îndemână, însă Vera se distrează de minune -- râde din toată inima!... Dacă reflectez un pic, lucrurile sunt OK! În fond, beau și eu o bere sau două în compania unei femei prezentabile, cu preocupări destul de exotice, dacă e să mă întrebați pe mine, apoi, eventual facem schimb de numere de telefon și ne vedem, fiecare, de ale noastre!... Îi povestesc și eu, în mare, cu ce mă ocup, apoi îmi laud colecția de muzici, sculele de înaltă fidelitate... Se pare că în ce privește preferințele muzicale ne cam potrivim, așa că nu omit să-i lansez invitația de a-mi face o vizită. Zâmbește, uitându-se în ochii mei: -- Pariez că pe multe le-ai convins în felul acesta să vină la tine! Câștig sigur! Hai că azi sunt în mână bună!... Îi explic că eu, din principiu, nu pun pariuri, însă îi confirm că, într-adevăr, m-au vizitat destule, însă o eventuală vizită nu implică, obligatoriu, trecerea prin patul meu... Se repede peste masă și-și așează mâna pe mâna mea, sfredelindu-mă cu privirile: -- Crezi că după ce ți-am făcut în autobuz, ca să fiu sigură că ies câștigătoare, mi-aș permite să vin la tine fără ca să-ți încerc și salteaua?!?... -- ... Habar n-am! Asta-i alegerea ta!... -- Bine, uite ce-ți propun: eu la șapte trebuie să fiu până-ntr-un loc, așa că, dacă vrei, ne putem revedea pe la opt și... mergem la tine. De acord? -- OK! Plătim, nemțește, apoi plecăm. La opt și cinci suntem deja împreună și ne îndreptăm, agale, spre apartamentul meu. Are la ea și o sacoșă de plastic, afișând una dintre faimoasele mărci de țigări, iar după contur, sigur, sacoșa conține o sticlă. Mai mult de atât, nu pot să-mi dau seama... Ajunși acasă, scoate sticla -- este vodcă -- și mă roagă să aduc pahare și, dacă am, niște gheață. Mă conformez, menționând, totodată că berea și vodca sunt cele mai bune prietene... Își pune gheață în pahar, se oferă să-mi pună și mie, însă refuz, apoi desfac sticla și torn în pahare. Ciocnim, apoi bem... Mi se uită în ochi: -- Știi, probabil că după scena din autobuz n-o să-ți vină să crezi, însă eu, în relațiile cu bărbații, sunt cam timidă. De-aia am adus vodcă, să-mi fac curaj!... -- Vera, o luăm ușor, că nu suntem la curse... Dacă te simți în stare și vrei, e-n regulă! Dacă nu, nu te grăbește nimeni! Am uitat să menționez că între timp Vera s-a schimbat. Poartă o fustă destul de decentă, care se termină puțin deasupra genunchiului, de un gri închis, cu sclipiri metalice, iar deasupra poartă o bluză albă, cu mânecă scurtă, care lasă să i se vadă brațele frumos formate, lucrate, însă nu la nivel de performanță, cu mușchi de-ăia hidoși, bărbătești... Sutienul, din ce-mi pot da seama, e de-ăla pentru întâlniri amoroase, din dantelă... Ce-or avea femeile astea de se formalizează, habar n-am! Pe mine, întotdeauna m-au interesat FĂRĂ sutien sau chiloți!... Da, știu, sunt o grămadă de tipi care, în loc să se uite la bunătățile femeilor, se uită la ce desuuri poartă!... Deh, gusturi și gusturi!... Sau... brusturi, cum mai zic unii... Mă ridic, o invit și pe ea să facă același lucru, apoi o iau în brațe. Mă uit, adânc, în ochii ei... Ceva mă face să cred că... chiar că nu minte! Este, pur și simplu rușinoasă, sau... o foarte bună actriță... Are buze moi, cărnoase, Iar gura îi stă gata întredeschisă, așteptându-mă s-o penetrez cu limba mea, dornică, scociorâtoare, căutând să-i iau dulceața de pe limba ei. Deja mă gândesc -- o fi de prezervativ, n-o fi!... Să mă risc, oare?... Cobor la gât, la carotidă. Tremură, dar nu scoate nici cel mai mic sunet, doar că o simt cum mă strânge ceva mai tare în brațe... Mă urc, ușor, la ureche și-i iau lobul la supt, un pic, doar un pic, apoi mă înfig cu limba în urechea ei -- deja incepe să aibă oareșce mișcări ondulatorii în zona bazinului. Cobor o mână și o strâng de buca curului. Sare cu bazinul în față, spre pula mea... Mi-e clar că-mi simte erecția. O simt că se tensionează. O las, invitând-o să ia loc înapoi, pe fotoliu: -- Hai să mai bem un pic de spirt!... Este puțin dezorientată -- probabil că se aștepta să continui ce am început, însă așa sunt eu, poate puțin rău -- las-o să-i vină pofta, să-și dorească să fie mamelită, mozolită, ciupită, morfolită în fel și chip!... O vreau doritoare, nu fițoasă!... O văd, în continuare, că este tensionată. În sfârșit, își face curaj și mă-ntreabă: -- Auzi... ție sigur îți place de mine?... -- ... Nu, puiule, dar eu am un obicei! Mă iau de femei, sau ele de mine și... uite, ascultăm ceva muzici, apoi mai stăm și noi, ca oamenii, de vorbă! Ce întrebare mai e și asta?!?... Cade pe gânduri: -- Știi, la cum arăți, mă așteptam să fii mai... brutal!... Chiar mă temeam!... -- ... Pui mic, hai, te rog, mai întâi să ne cunoaștem! Avem timp, după, dacă vei dori, să ne jucăm și de-a violul!... Ai răbdare!... Între timp, mi se învârt rotițele -- sper că n-o fi vreo de-aia, kinky!... Oricum, în nu foarte mult timp, o să am ocazia să aflu!... Golește paharul de vodcă pe jumătate, apoi iar mi se adresează: -- Nu știu dacă e cazul, însă-ți spun: să știi că nu practic perversiuni!... Sunt îmboldit de ceva lăuntric s-o întreb -- de fapt, să fac și mișto de ea, cu ocazia asta: -- OK, nu practici, nu practici... dar... ai făcut ceva cercetări în domeniu?... Se cam șifonează: -- Hai, măi, de ce râzi de mine?!?... -- Puiule, zău că mi-e greu să fiu serios cu o femeie, după ce m-a încălecat în autobuz!... Chestia asta nu trebuia s-o spun! Se supără. Se ridică și-și smulge poșeta de pe taburet. Am sărit calul, sau herghelia, nu știu, însă fata vrea, e clar, să plece!... Mă ridic și mă postez în fața ei: -- Tu știi The Eagles, Hotel California?... -- ...?... -- You can never leave!... Iar ne îmbrățișăm! E dulce, chiar dacă un pic nervoasă!... N-o sărut decât un pic, apoi, lejer, o îndepărtez și încep să-i deschei nasturii de la bluză... Nu se împotrivește... Îi eliberez sânii din strânsoarea sutienului. Sânii, se vede pe ei, îmi sunt recunoscători, în timp ce Vera se cam intimifâstâcește toată!... N-are ea cine știe ce sfârcuri, însă, ceva, ceva, tot are, așa că trec la butonat... Mă uit în ochii ei, în timp ce ea se agață, cu mâinile, de șoldurile mele... Mă roagă s-o iert, că i-e rușine!... Reacționez exact invers! Îi scot fusta într-o clipită! Da, normal! Ce poate să aibă?!? Chiloți de dantelă! Nu pierd timpul! O arunc pe pat, smulgându-i saboții din picioare, apoi trag de chiloți și i-ii scot! În sfârșit, rămâne cum a făcut-o mă-sa! Tot e tensionată, așa că o iau de mână și o conduc înapoi, pe fotoliu... Sunt conștient că o amăgesc, însă o fac cu intenție... După ce o ajut să se așeze, îi reumplu paharul cu vodcă, apoi, lejer, îmi scot țoalele de pe mine, lăsând-o să-mi admire trupul, cariciul, habar n-am!... Îmi aprind o țigară... O văd că are tendința să-și acopere sânii cu mâna... O întreb: -- Câtă băutură trebuie să mai bagi în tine, până să mă lași să-ți admir și eu țâțele alea frumoase?!?... E debusolată, clar, însă-și ia mâinile de pe mamele... Mă ridic din fotoliu și scot dintr-un sertar trei soiuri de prezervative: unele normale, altele cu dungi și altele cu buline -- buboase, cum le spun eu... O întreb: -- De care vrei să folosim?... E pierdută-n spațiu, apoi, revenindu-și, îmi cere explicații. Se pricepe fata asta la prezervative, cum mă pricep eu la meteorologie!... În fine, îi explic ce și cum, apoi se face o pauză... Mi se uită în ochi: -- ... Chiar nu crezi că... nu sunt o stricată?... Încerc eu să-i explic că... sunt un tip destul de activ, din punct de vedere sexual, cu diverse partenere, chestii, dar... tot mă fixează: -- Chiar nu poți să faci abstracție de tâmpenia pe care am făcut-o în autobuz?!?... Da, e limpede -- fata se simte jignită, rău de tot!... Mă ridic iarăși și scot din sertar tubul cu anticoncepționale intra-vaginale... Îi spun: -- Bine, ne asumăm riscul, dar... hai să nu facem copii!... -- Și... astea cum se folosesc? -- Se introduce jucăria în vagin, apoi, după zece minute, se poate executa mișcarea!... Are o privire cam tâmpă: -- Și... cine rezolvă problema?... -- ... Cum nu e cazul să chemăm salvarea, ori te rezolvi tu, ori te rezolv eu -- depinde cum preferi!... -- ... Dar... mi-e rușine!... Mă cam apucă nervii. Mă ridic, o iau de braț și o trântesc în pat. Scot o pastilă, apoi o pun să-și desfacă picioarele, fără vreun preambul, chestii și-i introduc pastila în vagin... E cam abandonată... De fapt, din clipa în care i-am băgat cele două degete-n vagin, cu pastila, nu mai are vreun fel de inițiativă... O iau cum vreau, cât vreau, în ce poziții vreau... Tace și suportă... Pe la miezul nopții, o iert. În fond, amândoi avem treabă dimineața!... Oricum, acum, deja, mi-e clar -- nu m-a mințit! Este, realmente, neexperimentată... Cum de le-o fi scăpat, bagabonților, habar n-am!... Mă simt bine cu ea, chit că mă mustră conștiința că... fac chestii de-astea, în loc să citesc documentația dată de colegul meu... Știm vorba: mai aproape este cămașa!... Dimineață, plecăm împreună. Iau mașina... Mă roagă ca sâmbătă să o primesc, pe la trei și un sfert... Dar, asta-i altă poveste!... Vera 02 Sâmbătă, după cum ne-am înțeles, apare Vera... Aspectul ciudat este că... nu este singură! O blondă, cu ochi albaștri, fără s-o țină de mână, este, clar, împreună cu ea!... Sunt, amândouă, cam de aceeași înălțime, spre unu optzeci, cu conformația trupului destul de asemănătoare... Ca să mă zăpăcească de tot, una este Vera, cea pe care o știu, iar cealaltă este... Venera!... Între noi fie vorba, mai lipsește doar Vagina, misogina!... Se pare că fetele au o fixație -- iar apare, pe masă, o sticlă de vodcă, iar eu trebuie să mă conformez și să aduc pahare și gheață... Aflu, destul de repede, că Venera este fata care a pierdut pariul, cu ocazia călătoriei cu autobuzul... O fac și eu să se simtă bine, explicându-i că dacă ea, blondă cu ochi albaștri, ar fi încercat să mă cucerească, cu siguranță reușea!... Vera profită de ocazie și-mi explică ce program încărcat are și că, să nu mă supăr, dar ea urmează să plece și să reapară a doua zi, pe la zece dimineață... Nu uită să menționeze că, între timp, Venera îmi stă la dispoziție... Da, mi-e clar! Fetele lucrează în echipă!... Or avea și apucături lesbiene!... Habar n-am!... Cert este că Venera nu e Vera!... Vrea un anumit soi de muzici, vrea să asculte una, alta, să se facă întuneric în cameră, chestii!... Nu are stresuri -- mă ia de pulă, prin pantaloni, îmi umblă la șliț, mă suge ca pe o acadea, mă mângâie, mă scarpină, mă gâdilă, mă smotocește și-mi mai și spune că ce-i place ei de mine!... În ce privește preocupările ei zilnice, pe linie de serviciu, sunt aceleași ca și ale Verei, așa că, deja, sunt vaccinat!... Ce face, în schimb, la pat, Venera, nu face Vera!... Asta nu se-ncurcă!... Din prima, sare și încearcă, cu obstinație, să mă înghită... Nu reușește, însă nici nu se dă bătută!... Se străduiește, la greu!... Chiar îmi reproșează: -- Ești... enervant de mare, dar... atât de... apetisant!... Mi se uită în ochi: -- ... Noroc cu Vera, că... ea te-a descoperit!... Eu, liniștit, aștept să apară și sora lui Vera, a lui Venera, eventual, ceva verișoare, prietene, chestii!... Sincer, mă distrez, mai ales că am, la dispoziție, ceva kilometri de chizdă!... Nu știu dacă prestez de beat ce sunt, sau din instinct!... Cert este că fata-mi place de mor!... Ne sărutăm, ne îmbrățișăm, ne iubim, ne mozolim!... Este o dulcică!... Se pare că în cazul ei, sexul anal este obligatoriu!... Nu este interesată de anticoncepționale, sau de prezervative -- vrea totul, pe direct, apoi, când simt că mă apropii, mă vrea în poponeață. Nu vrea să fiu blând, ba chiar îmi spune că vrea s-o pedepsesc!... Eu, sincer, habar n-am de ce ar trebui s-o pedepsesc, însă... fetei îi place să se joace... În sfârșit, spre dimineață, ne ia somnul... Aud, ca prin vis, soneria de la ușă. Mă ridic din pat și mă duc să văd cine sună. Am eu o bănuială, așa că nu mă obosesc să mă îmbrac. Este, într-adevăr, Vera. Probabil că simte nevoia unui punct de sprijin, așa că se prinde, temeinic, cu mâna de pula mea... Revenind în cameră, o găsim pe Venera așezată în fotoliu, fumând o țigară... Văzând-o pe Vera, aruncă țigara în scrumieră, apoi se ridică și începe, lejer, s-o dezbrace pe Vera. Eu, sincer, mă cam iau de griji -- știu sigur, dintr-o experiență anterioară, că nu le am pe-astea cu fututul la două femei de-o dată... După ce o dezbracă total, o împinge în fotoliu, apoi mă prinde pe mine de mână și mă forțează să mă așez în pat. Mi se aruncă cu gura pe pulă -- prestează destoinic, timp în care nu pot să nu observ că Vera și-a luat lindicul la smotocit... Între timp, sunt beton. Mă lasă, apoi se repede spre fotoliul în care este așezată Vera, o trage de picioare, o crăcește mai mult, apoi, clar, își bagă fața între picioarele ei. Vera scoate tot felul de sunete onomatopeice, în timp ce, cu mâinile, îi apasă fața Venerei între craci... Gata! A adus-o la orgasm! Umple camera de ah-uri, oh-uri și tot soiul de alte hăuleli!... Venera se ridică în picioare, apoi o ia de mână pe Vera și, practic, mi-o aruncă în pat. -- Hai, futeți-vă! Că eu... fumez!... Spre marea mea mirare, n-am nici un stres -- Vera este deja udă, de la prestația Venerei, așa că intru fără nici cel mai mic preambul. După vreo zece minute, mă întrerup pentru câteva clipe, să-i bag o pernă sub cur... Cum nici eu nu sunt dus la biserică, simțind că sunt aproape, o las pe Vera cu cracii în sus, oricum satiscăfutută ca la balamuc și mă ridic, ducându-mă la Venera, la fotoliu. O prind cu ambele mâini de urechi și o ghidonez să-mi ia pula-n gură... Se pare că n-o deranjează ideea de a-mi suge pula, plină de sucurile prietenei ei... Mă rezolvă rapid, apoi, cu blândețe, mă împinge spre pat.Practic, ajung să stau la mijloc, între două femei frumoase, fiecare având capul sprijinit pe unul dintre umerii mei. Nu-mi vine nici mie să cred, însă... adorm! Cred că și lor li se întâmplă același lucru... În sfârșit, pe la prânz mă trezesc, cu amândouă brațele amorțite, însă cu senzația plăcută de a avea, pe amândoi umerii, câte o claie de păr femeiesc și două mâini fine, de femeie, pe abdomen... Simt că vreau să cam intru în erecție, însă, mult mai pregnant, simt că trebuie să mă duc să mă piș. Mă extrag din cleștele format de cele două frumuseți și mă cărăbănesc la baie. După, mă duc și pun la fiert cafeaua. Nu știu, sau mă fac că nu vreau să știu, însă, revenit în cameră, constat că fetele, făcându-se că dorm, sunt în poziția șaijnouă, fiecare sprijinită cu capul pe pulpa interioară a celeilalte, cu nasul extrem de aproape de găoace... Nu-mi trece alt text prin cap, așa că scot pe goarnă, pur și simplu, ce-mi vine: -- Nu vă jenați! Continuați!... Replica vine de la Venera: -- Nu e cazul! Deja suntem gata!... -- ... Atunci, haideți să ne bem cafelele!... Le las pe ele pe fotolii, iar eu, de sanchi, mă așez jos, lângă măsuță, în poziția Lotus. Îmi aprind o țigară și sorb din cafea... Fetele, că doar n-au altceva de făcut, mă imită. Vera 03 Dacă tot e duminică și nici măcar nu e trecut de ora unu, pula dându-mi semne că ar avea chef de ceva acțiune, îmi vin idei: -- Fetelor, o să vă verific. Care-i mai udă, trece în pat. Se uită una la cealaltă, zâmbind: Venera, mai tare-n clanță, mă ia la întrebări: -- Și cealaltă, ce face, se masturbează?... Răspunsul meu, vine prompt: -- Nu, iubire, așteaptă la rând! Imediat ce-i provoc orgasmul primei, trec la cealaltă! Lucrăm în echipă!... Este rândul Verei să pună întrebări: -- De ce nu vrei tu s-o facem toți trei?... -- ... Pentru că, pur și simplu, nu pot! Mă inhib!... Intervine Venera, destul de agresiv: -- Te-oi inhiba tu, acolo, jos, dar... ai degete, ai limbă și... ne faci și nouă plăcerea!... Ca la un semnal, se ridică amândouă din fotolii și se întind pe pat... Se îmbrățișează și-și bagă limbile în gură, una alteia, având însă grijă să-mi lase acces la fofoloancele lor... Ce să fac? Îmi bag și eu degetele și mă joc... Se pare că le fac bine ce le fac, că încep amândouă să mugească, de zici că sunt văcuțe... Îmi vin idei -- știu că am ceva castraveciori în cămară, iar prezervative, berechet!... După ce mă asigur că au avut, amândouă, orgasm de la stimularea manuală, le spun să continue ce fac, că vin și eu, imediat... Văzând ce aduc, Vera dă să protesteze, însă o face Venera să tacă. Venera își exprimă preferința pentru un prezervativ cu dungi, pentru că, oricum, buline are castravetele. Vera se abține de la orice fel de comentariu, însă pune mâna pe un prezervativ normal... La cât sunt ele de ude, penetrarea se produce fără probleme, apoi, șmecher, mă apuc să le stimulez clitoridian. După ce le fac să se zguduie, pe Venera o apucă dracii: -- Băi!.. Ori mă fuți tu-n cur, ori mai aduci un castravete! Hai, că m-ai stârnit!... Dacă tot am dat-o pe nebunii, nici eu n-am multă minte: -- Te fut în cur, dar aduc și un castravete -- cum termin, îți bag castravetele! E bine? -- Hai, ce mai stai?... Dau o fugă și mai aduc un castravete, cel mai mare pe care-l găsesc și-l îmbrac într-un prezervativ. Sunt gata. O rog pe Vera să ia loc în fotoliu. Dă să-și scoată castravetele din pizdă, dar n-o las: -- Lasă, puiule, ține-l acolo! Poate te mai mângâi și tu!... Pricepe aluzia, așa că se conformează... Eu, în schimb, îmi trasez ca sarcină, dacă mă mai văd cu fetele astea, să am grijă și să cumpăr niște dovlecei... Nu știu de Vera, însă sunt sigur că Venerei îi va face mare plăcere... Deja mi-a luat pula-n cur și se tot arcuiește, să i-o bag cât mai adânc... Între timp o observ, cu coada ochiului și pe Vera, care, cu un deget își tot împinge castravetele-n pizdă, iar cu degetele de la cealaltă mână-și tot freacă lindicul... Ceva mă face să cred că o să ajungă la orgasm mai repede decât o să reușesc eu cu Venera. Prea e întărâtată!... Ce minte bolnavă pot să am și eu!... O fut pe-asta-n cur, în timp ce pe mine mă mustră conștiința că l-am neglijat complet pe colegul meu, cu lucrarea lui... Dar lasă, că și luni e o zi -- chit că-mi neglijez treburile mele și tot o să încerc să-l ajut!... O dată ajuns la concluzia asta, ejaculez, satisfăcut!... Pregătesc castravetele și, imediat ce i-o scot, i-l și înfig!... Vera, văzând ce fac, se ridică din fotoliu și-mi ia locul, sărutând-o pe Venera pe umăr, pe ceafă, apoi luându-și limbile în gură. Le las și mă duc la baie, să mă spăl... Mă tot freacă nedumerirea: cum se face că Venera suge pula, se fute-n cur, iar Vera, pizdă și nimic altceva!... Aproape că fac o obsesie -- îmi aduc aminte de revista aia porno în care l-am văzut pe tip cum se slobozea pe fețele a două gagici, îngenuncheate și cu fețele, practic, lipite una de cealaltă, cu gurile deschise și cu limbile afară, gata să preia jeturile de sloboz... Nu apuc să ies bine din baie, că apare Vera, un pic jenată, cu cei trei castraveți în prezervative în mână, rugându-mă să-i spun unde este coșul de gunoi. Fumăm câte o țigară, apoi ne îmbrăcăm și plecăm la o terasă. Din păcate, aproape ca de obicei, haleala se dovedește a fi cam nașpa -- bagă și ăștia, dacă tot au clienți, duminica, toate prostiile... Plătim, apoi ne despărțim, urmând să vorbim la telefon vineri, ca să aranjăm ceva pentru sâmbătă și duminică. Fetele sunt obsedate să mă facă să devin erect cu ele amândouă în pat, iar eu, fără să declar, am de gând s-o conving pe Vera ca măcar să sugă pula... Venera trișează. Pe la mijlocul săptămânii, mă sună și vine la mine... E blondă, are ochii albaștri, așa că nu pot s-o refuz. Îmi fac timp și trec pe la piață, așa că o aștept împreună cu doi dovlecei, aleși, pe măsură... Nu pare prea încântată, întrucât, cum îmi declară, ea vrea pulă -- pula mea!... I-o dau, că doar n-o s-o țin în carantină!... Se pare că dovleceii ne-au adus ghinion. Sâmbătă, când vin fetele la mine, Venera, ca toanta, îmi cere să aduc dovleceii. Vera, că nu-i tâmpită, ia foc! De unde știe Venera că eu am cumpărat dovlecei?!? Iese, de aici, un scandal de toată frumusețea!... Vera se îmbracă la foc automat și-și ia tălpășița... Venera, după vreo cinci minute, sictirită total de propria-i prostie, își pune țoalele pe ea și mă lasă cu ochii-n soare și cu pula sculată... Cică e păcat, că sunt prea bune colege și prietene, ca să se certe pentru o... pulă!... Încerc să mă refac, fizic psihic și moral, apoi o sun pe Anca. De mult îmi tot face zâmbre, iar eu, sincer, sunt mereu ocupat. Am noroc. E acasă, îmi răspunde și mă invită pe la ea. Fac un duș și plec, fiindu-mi limpede că Vera și Venera pot fi, deja, puse la capitolul amintiri. Vera Some of my stories inspire readers to recount their own experiences with old women. John from Australia wrote me with details of an ongoing debauchery of an old woman he met at a party. It's quite remarkable and the details are true. Here's how it all started. Let me know if you like it and I'll tell you the rest of the story – atkins ******************************** Elsie pointed to the elderly woman sipping a drink by the fence and nodded at me, then smiled. "That's her," she said. "That Vera." It was late afternoon and already growing a little dark so I had to squint to get a good look at Vera. She was not what I would have expected, based on Elsie's earlier explanations. "You wouldn't believe it to look at her," Elsie had told me a few days earlier after a number of double scotches. She was still hoping I would fuck her again but that relationship was over. She was mid-40ish, like me. Not bad looking, but she was a gossip. "Vera is to the manor born. Rich husband. Dead over 20 years now." "How old is she?" I had asked. "I guess she must be about 80 now. Maybe even older. She doesn't look it, though. She takes pretty good care of herself, or at least of her hair. She's getting a bit paunchy and doesn't eat right. I think she had hip replacement a few years back and she doesn't drive anymore. Nice hands and not unattractive, really." "For an 80-year old woman, you mean," I had interrupted. "I guess. Here's the thing," Elsie had continued. "She told me this once after she had come over to console me when you dumped me the last time." "Sorry," I had said (I wasn't). "Go on." "She told me she masturbates 3 or 4 times a day. Amazing! She told me she pretends she's being used and wishes it could happen in real life. Honest to god, that's what she said." Elsie had paused in relating the story. "Naturally I thought of you..." And that's why I was here now, at this party. Elsie, being the wicked bitch she is, put this party together so I could "hook up" (her term) with Vera. I had to admit I was intrigued if not turned on. I looked over at Vera like I was sizing up a side of beef. She was a bit taller than average and moved with a certain grace even though it was clear she was hobbled a bit, probably from the hip replacement or some other affliction of the old. She looked a little bored and seemed perfectly content to nurse the drink. Nice hair and slender fingers. Her legs were a little thick for my tastes but she had a real waist sandwiched between a generous ass and plump little belly. She wore a plain green and white skirt just over her knees and a blouse that seemed rather modest for her purported predilections. A little bit about me . . . I'm mid 40s and while I'm no athlete, I work out a few times a week and have managed to keep my own little paunch under control. Women tell me I have a nice smile but I'm no matinee idol. One young 18-year old I was banging over a weekend told me I have more stamina than any high school boy and, based on her expertise, she probably knew a lot of them. I was feeling a little light headed myself. Dark and dirties – you may know them as rum and cokes – are my drink of choice and I had kicked back a few already. I grinned to myself. I was going to take a spin at old Vera and to hell with the consequences. I looked back at Elsie and she was grinning evilly, enjoying this. What a bitch. I moved close enough for her to see me but not so close as to engage in conversation. She remained off to the side of the garden but seemed a bit agitated and aware of my gaze. I made no attempt to disguise my glances. Whether she was looking at me or not, I eyed her up and down and started to like the way she looked. God help me, I did. Finally, Vera walked over to me. Her face looked a little red and she had the righteous anger of someone familiar with chastising her lesser. "Why are you looking at me?" she asked. Vera had a pleasant, almost melodious voice. "I want you to stop it right now." I smiled at her. In for a penny, in for a pound. It was time to go for broke. "I was admiring you," I said plainly. "I was thinking that you had an incredibly sensual body." Vera seemed stunned and for the first time I noticed her tiny mouth, heavily painted in red lipstick. "And," I said, "I was wondering what it would be like to see you naked." This was the make or break moment. We've all been here. How is the lady going to react? Is she going to slap me, turn and walk away, scream "masher!" or smile? Vera, always surprising, did none of these things. After a pause, she finally looked down and simply said, "Oh, this old body? I'm fat and . . ." "It would be a shame if those wonderful tits were not explored by someone who could appreciate them. I was thinking how delightful it would be to suck one of those wonderful boobs into my mouth while I massaged your big ass and fingered your cunt." I looked right into Vera's eyes as I said this quietly. I wanted to look earnest and I was. There was no smiling. She took a step back and flushed a little. "I don't understand . . ." "First I would like to strip you naked and run my fingers from your hair, over your lips, your nipples, your pudgy belly, your hot, liquid cunt, your legs and your toes. . ." "Oh, my," Vera said, looking around to see if anyone had heard me or saw them. We were in the semi—darkness now. This old woman was turning me on. I loved the way she was casually running her fingers over her navel. "What are you wearing under that skirt?" I asked boldly. "I hope you're not wearing pantyhose." Vera shook her head no but looked around, nervous. "Those legs are worth admiring. Come on, there's no one around. Lift up your skirt and let me see those gorgeous legs." Okay, they weren't gorgeous at all but seeing her slowly, tentatively hike her skirt first to her knees and then to mid-thigh was incredibly intoxicating. Her breath picked up and I moved closer both to shield her and to take the next step. Finally, she had her skirt all the way up to her waist and I could see the heavy-duty old lady underwear and hear her rapid breathing. She leaned against the fence as though she would fall over if she didn't. Looking Vera right in the eyes, I placed my entire hand over her panty-covered cunt, then stroked her smooth, chubby leg with the other and finally worked a finger under the panties and massaged her cunt which was lubricated and dripping like any 20-year old. But Vera got nervous and started to close her legs. I scowled and slapped her sharply on the thigh and her legs reopened in an instant. There was never to be any more disobedience from Vera. There was a slight floral scent in the air and the undeniable scent of an aroused woman as well. She was breathing more heavily now and she threw her head back as I fingered her clit. With each pluck she inhaled sharply and now began moaning and rolling her head from side to side. In the dark corners where we were doing our business she reached up and began pinching her nipples with her long, delicate fingers. As I jammed first one, then two and finally three fingers into her soaking twat she began humping against my hand and I could feel the glorious mound of wet, aroused cunt hair against the back of my fingers. I slowly removed my pussy-juice-soaked fingers from her old twat and pushed them toward her mouth where she sucked them like a hungry baby at the teat. God, this was one hot, old broad! I thought I was going to cum without even dropping my pants but I took control and pulled back. I looked at her face and even in the dim light she looked already wanton and ravished and wanting more. Her lipstick was smeared and her eyes rolled as she began fingering herself and I wanted more than anything to fuck her right there until she screamed for mercy. But self-control, I've always said, is the mark of the true gentleman. I stared at her, gauging her reaction and she looked at me expectantly. I was in control. "Get your bag," I said simply, wiping my fingers on her chest. "Did you drive here?" She swallowed, caught her breath. "No, " she said and I realized I hadn't heard her say much since I took over her body. A sweet voice, actually, and nicely scented breath. A little boozy, but, hey, what do you expect? "I came in a taxi." "Good," I said. "You're going home with me – or, rather, I'm going home with you. Understand?" Vera understood all right. She didn't even respond but rushed off to get her things. I said good-bye to Elsie who had a big smirk on her face and a touch of regret too, I thought. Lucky me, I was off to bang an 80-year-old woman. When we got in the car, Vera smoothed her dress in a very ladylike fashion that really turned me on. Okay, on second thought, I didn't need to be turned on. I needed to be, well, sated. As we drove through the streets to her home, I told her my name and she told me hers. Okay. Enough of the introductions. I reached over with my free hand and slid her skirt up and placed my open palm on her crotch, warm and wet. I couldn't see her face in the darkness but I could hear her just fine. I was surprised now that she seemed calm while my own breathing was growing faster. "You're going to use me, aren't you?" she asked, fearfully or hopefully, I couldn't tell. And I didn't care. "You're going to make me serve you, aren't you?" She spread her fat old legs apart even more and I took a whole-hand squeeze of her panty-covered cunt before I answered. I forced myself to sound calm. "I'm going to strip you naked before me. Then I'm going to look you over. All over. Then I'm going to fuck you and you will suck my cock clean when I'm finished." I turned to her. I could see her great old breasts heaving in the semi-darkness of the car. "I'm going to use you any way I see fit. If you've got a problem with that, you better let me know now." Vera was quiet and dignified when she responded, and quite matter-of-fact, actually: "When Frank was alive he always treated me as his slave. He showed me how to suck him and really enjoyed bum fucking me." It was incongruous to hear this dignified old woman say these words as casually as if she were ordering up acorn squash in the grocery produce section. "If you would like, you can bum fuck me as often as you like. Frank had a big cock and I could take all of it down my throat but I might have to be used a lot before I'll be able to take you without gagging." I couldn't believe my ears. I casually reached up and squeezed her big tit. I could even feel the hardening nipple beneath the old-lady bra. Still, I managed to laugh. "You certainly aren't shy, are you?" I said. "I'm too old to be shy," she said evenly. "I just want you to use me in every way you want, as often as you want. You can just come to my house and have me. I'll be whatever you want." Was I hearing right? Where was this woman all my life? "You knew from the start that I was hungry for cock, didn't you? You just walked up to me and told me you were going to strip me naked and look at me . . . you have no idea what that did to me. I was almost cumming when you had your fingers in me. Please take me and use me . . ." I wasn't to her home yet but I steered off the road in a dark, little-traveled area. I pulled her to me and tongue-fucked her old, wet mouth and she responded like no woman I have ever known. I rubbed her pussy, her belly and bit her breasts though her blouse and Vera moaned and pressed her hand over mine, hard against her cunt. I wanted to grab her ass, her tits, her legs. I wanted to fuck her in every conceivable way and watch her old lady eyes roll back into their sockets like a shark feasting on warm flesh. "Please take me home," she managed to croak, her eyes closed, her breasts heaving. Even in the half light I could see a hard nipple beneath her bra. Yes, I thought, this was one fruit I wanted to pick at my leisure and there were too many things that could go wrong. I put the car in gear and followed her panted directions to her home. It was a lovely home, really. It was large with many rooms and beautiful gardens. It's true that I've always found my best fucks have been great gardeners and based on the size and beauty of these gardens, I was going to be in hog heaven real soon. "Park your car in the garage and then I'm yours." We pulled into her garage shut the door. She stepped out of the car and looked at me expectantly. "Strip," I commanded coldly. "I want to see that old naked body right now." Vera removed her clothes as calmly as if she were preparing to step into the bath. Her body was lumpy but ripe, just as I had hoped with two massive tits topped (or bottomed because they drooped considerably) by insistent nipples. I walked around her and directed her to stand still while I did so. She had more hair on her cunt than I expected and some of it was still black. A droopy ass but nice and full with a wide crack I could not wait to explore later. But now . . . "On your knees, Vera." I unzipped my pants and pulled down my underpants so she was face to face, as it were, with my erect member. She stared at it excitedly and her droopy breasts heaved with excitement. "At me," I said. "Look at me." Vera reluctantly turned her gaze from my one-eyed monster and stared in my face. As she did so, I forced my cock into her mouth and she almost gagged in surprise at the force of my movement. She started slobbering and was gagging and struggling a bit as I pushed the back of her old gray head onto my entire engorged penis but I wasn't releasing my hold. Soon she calmed down and I began a nice, slow mouth fuck as Vera looked into my face. "You old cock sucker, you love eating my dick," I was pumping with increased energy and Vera's eyes would roll back and then she would open them again and look up at me, spittle dropping from her mouth onto her old tits that rocked ever so gently to and fro as I mouth fucked her. "Eat me, eat me!" I said. "Get used to it Vera. I'm just getting started. I'm going to fuck you until your cunt is red and then I'm going to turn you over and fuck your ass until you can taste it. Do you hear me?" This verbal assault inspired new enthusiasm from Vera who was now eagerly and expertly taking my entire cock into her mouth. I spread my legs further and pulled her closer, taking her head with both hands and forcing it on my member. It was glorious but I didn't want my first spend to happen here. "Enough!" I said and even with that Vera took two or three more strokes before stopping and looking up at me for direction. "Up," I said. "Let's go inside." I helped her up and saw that her knees were red from servicing me while kneeling on the concrete garage floor, but she wasn't complaining. She bent over – a little longer than absolutely necessary – to pick up her clothes from the floor and I slapped her ass with an open hand and she whelped, then her ass flesh shivered a little. I had never been with such a hot, responsive woman. "Wait," I said, then walked up to her from behind and jammed three fingers into her squishy cunt hole and we walked inside toward her bedroom. Vera was walking straddle-legged around my arm. Even though it was difficult enough for her to walk this way, I noticed she had an awkward old-lady gait to her that further turned me on. I was hopeful that I would even make it to the bedroom. I had pulled my clothes back on and after we got to the bedroom, I pulled my hand out of her twat and wiped it on her breasts as though I was using a guest towel. "Undress me," I said. Vera was only too eager to comply and she pulled my shirt and pants off in a hurry and eagerly sought to suck on my cock once again, but I pulled away and picked her naked old body up in my arms and literally threw her onto the multi-covered comforter on her bed, not even bothering to pull back the sheets. Her tits bounced and I suckled at them, biting, pulling and, at the same time, forcing my cock into her surprisingly tight cunt hole. "I'm fucking you, you old bitch," I screamed, surprising even myself. More surprising was the fact that Vera was in ecstasy and managed to cum before I even got started. Her head was flopping left and right as I plunged into her repeatedly, pulling on her tits, biting the nipples, kissing her old mouth and whispering obscenities into her ear that I'm even ashamed to write here. She hissed, she screamed, she came again and again. "Do with me what you will," she managed to say and forced her crotch into my plunging cock. I turned her over so she was on top of me and I suckled on her hanging hooters without even lifting my head. I watched her paunch smash against my flat belly and could see her eyes close as she breathed hard through her mouth. "Look at me," I managed to say, breathing hard myself, slapping her ass, forcing myself into her. "Look at me when I'm fucking you!" Vera looked down with an expression of such wantonness that I have never seen but it drove me wilder. I pulled her old body onto mine but she still pumped at me, grinding her old pussy against my cock. I grabbed her elderly ass cheeks and held her to me until I could feel the explosion coming. "I'm going to paint your cunt with my cum, old woman. And you're going to take it all." And with that I drove so much semen through my prick into that aging pussy that I nearly went unconscious. I saw myself as a cum faucet and my climax seemed to go on forever and I don't know if her screams or my own were louder and I punched seemingly quarts of jism into Vera's cunt until we finally collapsed and fell apart on the bed, my spend dripping obscenely from her.... Vera "Damn." I cursed myself for my carelessness. Although it wasn't particularly busy when the call came, I left in such haste that I had made what might have been a huge mistake. My wife, Keely, was working second shift and our reliable friend proved not so much: my son was left stranded at school without a ride home. I grabbed my keys and ran out the door, telling the office at large that I was off to rescue him. Ordinarily, this late in the day, I'd have just stayed home rather than make the round trip but today I was in charge of locking up - I had to come back. What caused me to curse upon my return was realizing that I had left Firefox open and one of those tabs marked the erotic literature website I had been perusing. My birthday was coming up and Keely had promised me something 'special' which likely meant a babysitter and some porn - which was fine by me and the thought of my gift had left me at a constant low level arousal. So, in between calls, I was reading through a series of cuckold stories. The humiliation aspect didn't appeal to me but the idea of a woman calling the shots and pushing boundaries certainly did! I glanced around guiltily to see if anyone was watching me and no one was. Things were as I left them - the website wasn't even on top - and I realized that it was pretty unlikely for someone to have come into my office and discovered my distraction. The phone rang and, before I knew it, the grind had claimed me, keeping me occupied beyond quitting time. "Have a good night," our receptionist Vera said from the door. I didn't even look up from what I was doing. "You, too!" I replied. It couldn't even have been a minute before I realized that I hadn't heard the front door close behind Vera. Looking up, I saw her still standing at the door, leaning against the jamb, watching me. Often she does that when there's something she needs to ask and doesn't want to interrupt. "I'm sorry, I thought you had left," I said, laying aside my work. "Sup?" She hesitated and I watched her face, which had always been so expressive, flush with color. Vera had my full attention. Something was definitely up but what it was I had no clue. "I needed a file while you were gone," she finally said. "Ah, okay. Did you find what you were looking for?" I asked while glancing at the file cabinet. "It wasn't that kind of file. I needed that attachment Bob emailed you," she replied, the implication of her words finally sinking in. She continued "it was on your computer." It was my turn to flush. I knew, in that instant, she had nosed around on my computer and saw what I was reading. Over the last five years I had always lusted a bit after Vera, so the idea of talking about sex with her wasn't totally foreign to me but not like this. My mind raced as I tried to come up with some kind of plausible cover story but I knew, without a doubt, that I was busted. I'm a horrible liar. Still, I had no idea where this was going to go - I was fairly certain she wasn't going to rat me out to my wife or boss but, heck, who knows these days? I replied with a noncommittal "oh" and left the ball in her court. She paused again, obviously thinking things over. "So, you're gay then?" she finally asked. My laugh was likely a nervous one but it did match my sense of relief. She was at least curious, which meant that she wasn't likely to cause trouble. I still wasn't sure about the situation though and decided to be coy, just in case I had totally misread all of this. "What do you mean?" I responded. "The story you were reading talked about a guy watching his wife have sex and then, uh, cleaning her up afterward. With his tongue." I don't think I had EVER seen that deep a shade of red coloring her cheeks. I decided then and there that there was no reason to be less than candid with her. "No, I'm not gay. At least I don't think so. It's more the idea of having a woman in charge. I've thought about it a lot and think that after making all these decisions at work, having the roles reversed appeals to me. You know, having the woman in control. Things were a bit slow this afternoon and you caught me reading it. Sorry," I ended weakly. "There's no reason to be sorry and I'm glad you're not gay. Do you do this sort of thing often with Keely?" "Actually, no. I've hinted around a bit but it's not something she's in to, I guess. And it's not worth upsetting the apple cart over. What Keely and I do is always fantastic. It's just not her thing. Which is fine." "So you sit in your office, reading this kind of porn and have never followed through on any of it? Must be frustrating." "It's not like that - I do actually work, you know. I'm just wound up a bit. I have a date night coming up," and with that I gave her a conspirator's grin. I got up from my chair, closed the blinds and reached for my keys. Vera hadn't moved from the door though. She just watched me and I was incredibly conscious of it. I knew I was still blushing and the urge to just run, to get out of the situation as quickly as possible, coursed through me. I stopped as I realized she wasn't done. Seconds ticked by. We were watching each other now, almost like we were battling, waiting for each other to make some sort of move. My body thrilled with the idea that something good might just happen here but I had no idea where her thoughts were going. So I stopped and watched and, just like that, you could see her mind being resolved. A decision had been made. She left the door, entered my office proper and walked right up to me. "Don't say anything, I think I know how this is supposed to work," and a jolt went through me as I felt her hand on my belt. With her other hand, she pushed me back against my desk. This was absolutely too good to be true! I was finally getting my shot at Vera and as often as I imagined her naked I couldn't wait to strip her down! She grabbed my wrist though as I reached for her blouse. "No. This is my thing, not yours," and she put my hand on the desk, by my side, and then moved my other hand to the same position. "Leave 'em there." And with that she undid my belt and slid my pants down to my ankles. She stood up straight and snaked her hand into my boxer briefs. "You know, I'd always wondered what it'd be like to suck your cock." Her hand felt smooth and cool as the blood began to flow into my member - to rise to her touch. Hooking her thumbs under the elastic, she tugged my shorts down and exposed my quickening cock. She smiled and kneeled in front of me, inspected my cock and then grinned up at me again. "Wouldn't have guessed you were shaved. Interesting." And with that she took me in her mouth, immediately bringing my cock to full hardness. It was the most amazing thing. I felt as though I had five years worth of pent up sexual urges all waiting for this moment. I couldn't believe that finally one of my fantasies had come true - there was Vera, working my cock with her hands, lips and tongue as though she knew just how I liked it. I wanted to preserve this image in my mind, the sight of Vera there in front of me, her blue/green/gray eyes looking up occasionally. A moan escaped me and I knew I wouldn't last long. It was all I could do to keep from exploding right there on the spot. She stopped and looked at me. "Ah, poor baby. You want to cum already, don't you? Well, lucky for you, I've got errands to run so this will have to be quick. Also lucky for you, I know what you want and, for your birthday, I'm going to GIVE it to you," she taunted as her hand continued lightly stroking. "This time it'll be your turn to swallow," and her smile was part mischief, part sexual as she went back to sucking. It was too much. This was two fantasies combined. Not only was it Vera but she was being dominant! I could not believe this was happening and the more I thought of it, the more excited I became until there was no thought left. My gasp was the only fair warning she got as five years of desire erupted from my cock. Vera backed off, just a bit, so that the tip of my cock still rested in her mouth, taking every bit of sperm as I spasmed. My breath was ragged and I felt totally exhausted. The whole thing was just incredible. "That was just ama-" I started to say. She interrupted by putting her hand to my lips and shook her head no. I realized then that her mouth was full. Full of my cum. Incredibly, as much as I fantasized about this, right now it was the last thing I wanted. She raised her eyebrow and with her free hand reached down and squeezed hard on my cock while opening my mouth. There was a slight smirk on her face as she leaned in for THE kiss. "Not bad," I thought as we began kissing, her tongue just barely entering my mouth. Slightly salty but not bad. I was wondering what the big deal was right up until she reached behind my head, locking my lips to hers and finally released that warm jism into my mouth, all at once. I bucked back a bit but she didn't let go. Eventually, I swallowed my own spunk as we continued to kiss, my hands were no longer on the table but were crushing her against me. She stopped and leaned back to look at me with that same grin of hers. "How was it?" she asked. "Awful," I said honestly. I couldn't believe I had actually fantasized about that. "So you wouldn't want me to do that again?" she teased. And even though I had just shuddered at the idea of what we just did, I realized that, for Vera, I would willing do it anytime she wanted. We men are total head cases, pun intended. "Yes," I answered honestly, "I would very much like to do that again." She laughed at me and reached behind her back to break my grasp. "Good! That was fun. Maybe next time we can try that creampie you were reading about. I gotta run now. Bye!" Vera left slightly hurried as I stood there propped up by the desk - my pants still around my ankles. I was glad my wife was coming home late, hopefully after a good night sleep I would be composed enough to hide it. But then it occurred to me: what's it going to be like to see Vera at work tomorrow? How was it ever going to be business as usual after THAT? A wayward drip of cum left my cock and hit my thigh. I wiped at it absentmindedly as, already, I began imagining that promised pie. Vera I first met Vera Stevens in the living room of my mother's house. She had just moved in next door and my mother had invited her over for a welcoming cup of coffee. Having just finished my shift at the local burger joint I was looking forward to putting my feet up, but when I walked in the front door I saw a rather prim looking lady sitting on the sofa. My mother introduced me as her 'wonderful son Andrew, the man of the house.' Since my father left a few years ago she had sometimes gone a bit over the top when discussing me. This was one of those occasions. 'I'm very pleased to meet you, Andrew,' her voice, like her appearance was prim and proper. She was dressed in a white blouse with a black skirt and jacket. Her silver-grey hair was perfectly set and she had a pleasant face with just a few small wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. When she stood to greet me I noticed two things about her. She was quite slender in build, but she appeared to have rather large breasts. About five and a half feet tall, she was probably in her mid to late fifties. I had just turned eighteen and seemed to have an almost permanent hard on, particularly when it came to big boobs, and I suspected that under her blouse, Vera Stevens possessed a pretty sizable pair. While we chatted I noticed that she spoke in a refined manner. It wasn't snobbish, but she used what might be called correct English and I doubt she would be reduced to using slang terms. We spoke amiably about a number of things, including what brought her to our neighbourhood. Her husband had died a few years before and she decided that she really needed a change of scenery. She seemed very nice, if a bit starchy, but I found it hard to drag my eyes away from her chest, imaging just how big her boobs might actually be. When my mother left the room to take the cups out to the kitchen, Vera leaned across and said, 'Andrew, I am most flattered that you find my bosoms so interesting.' I spluttered a denial and I'm sure I went red with embarrassment. 'Nonsense, dear boy.' She seemed remarkably calm. 'I am not angry. In fact I find your interest quite flattering. So much so that I am prepared to let you see some more of them, if you want.' 'I don't know what to say,' I managed to reply. This was not at all where I thought our conversation would go. 'Of course you don't. But I do need some help unpacking and if you would come over and help me tomorrow I might reward you with a glimpse.' I'm not sure what I would have said, if I could have said anything at all, but I was spared the situation when my mother returned to the room. Vera took the initiative and explained that I had agreed to help her and that if I was free tomorrow I could come over and spend the day with her. My mother said that I wasn't working and that she was sure I'd be very helpful, Shortly afterwards Vera said goodbye and left us discussing what a pleasant neighbour we now had. Under the surface I was wondering what on earth was going to happen when I went there the next day. Promptly at the appointed time of 10 o'clock I rang her front door bell and there was Vera dressed in exactly the same clothes she was wearing the day before. I was invited in to a living room filled with antique furniture. Vera explained that it was one of the few rooms already unpacked. She sat down in a high backed chair opposite me. 'Now young man,' she said, 'we need to discuss some things.' When I started to speak, she waved her hand for silence. 'Don't interrupt please. This is my house so we will operate under my rules. That must be perfectly clear.' All I could do was nod. It didn't seem like it was going to be much of a discussion. 'Yesterday you found it almost impossible to lift your eyes up to my face so I must ask if you are excited by large breasts?' Finally, I managed to speak, 'Yes. I'm sorry, but I've always been turned on by them.' She smiled. 'There's no need to apologize. I think it's perfectly normal for a young man such as yourself to be interested in such things and I am flattered that you find mine attractive. Although I do find it a little surprising that you would show an interest in an older lady like myself.' Now it was my turn to smile. 'For some reason a lot of older ladies seem to have bigger bosoms than younger ones. Maybe it's because they sag a bit, too.' I was amazed to hear myself saying this, especially to such a prim and proper looking lady. Vera laughed. 'Some sag more than a bit Andrew. I am afraid mine sag a great deal.' Her words caused my dick to start straining against my pants. 'It's not a problem, really. I like them saggy.' 'Do you, indeed. Well in that case I think you've come to the right place.' She sat back in the chair, 'Now you must promise that whatever happens here remains between you and me. I am not sure others would understand our particular interests. Are we agreed?' I nodded. 'Good. Now I must tell you that the way I am dressed now is not what I would wear around the house so I am going to get changed into what I would normally have on when I am at home.' With that she stood and walked out of the room. I sat there trying to take it all in. I found it hard to believe and I was getting rather excited by what might happen next. It turned out that I didn't have long to wait. Within a few minutes Vera had returned and when she walked in my mouth dropped open. She had exchanged the skirt for a pair of old brown slacks, but it was on the top half that caused my eyes to pop out of my head and my dick to threaten to burst out of my trousers. The blouse and jacket were gone, replaced by an old cream v-neck cardigan under which it was obvious she was no longer wearing a bra, or anything else. Her breasts did sag a lot as she said. It seemed that they hung down nearly to her waist and they swayed gently to and fro under the fabric as she moved. She was carrying a tray with coffee and cakes which she set down on the table between us, then she returned to her seat. 'This is not what you expected is it?' she asked. 'No, not really, although I'm not sure I had any idea what to expect.' I was surprised I could speak with any sense at all. If my eyes kept straying to Vera's breasts before they were glued there now. 'This is what you would normally wear?' She nodded. 'Indeed it is. I think I should tell you something about myself so that you will understand how this situation came about.' While we drank coffee and ate slices of cake Vera told me her story. 'I grew up with a large bosom and it was quite embarrassing so I tried to make it look smaller by wearing tight brassieres. They were exceedingly uncomfortable and I hated them almost as much as the comments I received about what they were trying to hide. I had a rather unpleasant time. That was until I met Fred, who would become my husband. Like any normal man he appreciated my assets, but he also loved me and he told me I should be proud of them. One day when I complained about how painful and uncomfortable wearing my brassiere was he said that I should just take it off. I said that people would find it improper. If that was the case then Fred believed I should only wear one when we had company or when I went out. He certainly didn't mind what I wore around the house. When I complained that my bosoms would sag without support it seemed he didn't mind that either. 'So I followed my husband's advice and took off my brassiere. It was wonderful. After that day I never wore one in the house again unless we had visitors and I avoided wearing one anywhere if it was at all possible. The longer I went without one the more I enjoyed the experience and the more I hated wearing one when I had to. I adored the way my bosoms moved when I walked and the way they rubbed against whatever I was wearing. My nipples became so sensitive. The other thing that happened was really due to gravity. Being so large, my bosoms soon began to sag and they've been drooping ever since. My husband loved it and our romantic life was very pleasant indeed.' She stopped and looked at me. 'Since he died I did not think anyone would find them and me attractive again. Then you came along and looked at my bosoms in the same way Fred used to. So I thought I would be quite forward and bring things out in the open so to speak.' As she spoke she undid three of the six buttons on her cardigan revealing even more cleavage. 'Now I have shown you something of myself it is time for you to repay the favour. I want you to stand up and remove your clothes. You really do need to let your thing out for some air. It's been pushing and straining against those trousers ever since you got here. And besides I would like to see it.' I thought about protesting, but then I realized how much of herself and her soul she had revealed so I stood up and started to undress. Vera gazed intently as I took off my shirt, then pulled down my track pants and stepped out of them. At this stage my dick was tenting out the front of my underpants. Taking a deep breath I pulled them down and my thing as Vera called it, sprang to attention. 'My, my,' she said quietly, 'most impressive.' Then she looked at me. 'Don't worry. It used to bother me when I first began to go without my brassiere, but I soon became used to it. I'm sure you will get used to not having your thing covered.' She stood up, 'Now, as you have done as I asked, and because you have been so kind I will give you your reward.' As she said it she undid the remaining three buttons on her cardigan allowing it to fall open. What I saw took my breath away. Vera's breasts were not so much big as long. They did indeed sag down nearly to her naval and her large, dark nipples pointed almost straight towards her feet. Her years of going without her brassiere as she called it, had definitely had its effect. Vera held her cardigan open, 'What do you think of my bosoms?' she asked as if my dick hadn't told her the answer. 'I think they are the most wonderful things I have ever seen,' I managed to reply. 'I'm very flattered,' she smiled. 'Now we should sit down and continue our chat. I did as instructed, but could not keep my eyes off her. When she sat, leaning forward a little, her breasts rested on the tops of her thighs. 'Vera,' I asked, 'you always refer to them as your bosoms, did you or Fred ever call them anything else?' 'Well, I always considered words like tits and boobs to be unpleasant because that was how boys talked about them when I was young, but Fred and I did have a name for them. We used to call them my "wobblies"' She giggled as she said it and the way her breasts moved made me understand why. 'What a great name! It's perfect. Just like your wobblies.' 'You have been so kind Andrew. I think it's time I allowed you some relief.' She stood up and walked over to the table. 'I want a close look at this,' she said as she sat down on the table in front of me. 'Now your thing has been so excited for a long time that I think you should do something about it. You have my permission to play with yourself.' 'Vera I would love to, but I think that if I do I will make a mess on your furniture.' 'She smiled. 'Don't worry about that. I have something that will catch any mess you might make,' and as she spoke she lifted her boobs so the nipples pointed directly towards me. 'Now stand up and show me what you can do.' I did as she asked, standing directly in front of her, and gently stroking my dick. At first she was quiet, watching with rapt attention, then she started kneading and squeezing her wobblies. 'That's it Andrew, my dear. Just keep your eyes on these and enjoy the view.' As she spoke I continued to stare as Vera lifted her breasts and then let them fall, then lifting her breasts and gently sucking her nipples before letting them fall again. My stroking got faster as knew I couldn't hold back much longer. Vera realized this. 'Yes Andrew, let it all out. Show Vera what you can do.' As she spoke she lifted her breasts and at that moment I exploded in the biggest climax I've ever had. The cum landed on her breasts and neck and a couple of strands even hit her face. None of this seemed to bother her in the slightest. When I had finished she let go of her boobs, wiped the strands of cum off her face and then smeared them on her tits which already showed plenty of evidence of my excitement. My legs almost gave way as I dropped back on the chair, my pulse rate starting to return to normal. Vera seemed delighted. 'That was quite spectacular Andrew. I don't think I've ever seen so much from one thing before. Thank you.' 'You're welcome,' I managed to reply. 'I don't think I've ever had so much inspiration.' 'How kind of you to say so.' She smiled, 'I enjoyed it, too.' She stood up, 'Now, we must do some work. I will leave my cardigan open while we work and when your thing has recovered we might find something else to do.' I stood and reached for my pants. 'No need for any clothes,' Vera said. 'Let your thing have some air while we work.' The next couple of hours had an unreal quality as we unpacked boxes in Vera's spare room. She had been right about one thing, I was able to easily ignore going naked as I worked, although in watching Vera I had pretty much forgotten about myself. It was fascinating. She moved without seeming to notice that her breasts were swaying around and once when she knelt down on the floor they touched the ground. When that happened my dick started to get firm again. Vera noticed straight away, 'Oh, Andrew, I think we need to do something about that.' She got up onto her knees and took my cock in her hands and started to gently stroke it. Vera then leaned forward and placed a kiss on its tip. She stood up and took me by the hand and led me down the hall and into her bedroom. Once there I was told to lie down on the bed. As I was doing this she slipped off her slacks revealing a pair of old white cotton panties. Vera noticed me looking and said, 'I've never been one for fancy underthings. Does that bother you?' 'No,' I answered. 'Actually I like them. They look good on you.' 'Thank you, but not for much longer.' She smiled as she pulled the panties down and stepped out of them. Vera stood by the side of the bed wearing only her cream cardigan which hung open on either side of her breasts. 'Do I look alright?' Actually she looked pretty good. There was just a slight roundness to her tummy and her pubic hair was more grey than dark. Her legs weren't too bad either. 'I think you look lovely,' I managed to say. 'Such flattery,' she said with a smile. 'And flattery will get you somewhere. Now I am going to climb on top of you so you can put your thing in me and we can both enjoy ourselves.' As she was speaking she climbed astride me, grasped my cock with one hand and guided it into her. As it went in she gasped and then sighed. 'It's been so long,' she whispered as she began to move slowly up and down, her breasts swaying to and fro. Gradually the pace of her movements increased and it was easy why her husband had called them her wobblies as they moved to and fro and up and down. As she moved towards a climax Vera's breathing became more ragged and she began to moan in time to her movements. As the orgasms hit her she became louder and most un-Vera like. 'Oh God! Yes! Yes!' and finally 'FUCK, YES!' as we both came together. She collapsed on top of me and I put my arms around her and held her tight. 'Thank you so much. I'm sorry I was crude but it was so wonderful I just lost control.' 'That's okay,' I whispered. 'I'm glad I could be of service. You were pretty special yourself.' 'Thank you, kind sir. If you like we can be "pretty special" together some more. I have so many boxes to unpack. Who knows how long it will take and my 'wobblies' and I will need a lot of help.' 'You and your wobblies can have all the help you want,' I said. 'You only have to ask.' Vera I met Thomas and his wife Vera on the plane down to the Bahamas. We shared seating in first class. I was headed for a vacation and they were returning home from Houston. Thomas had an automotive paint supply company and had been in Houston setting up connections with suppliers. He was a tall older man with graying hair and a friendly outgoing personality. Even though I was half his age, we hit it off from the start. Vera sat next to the window and seemed bored. She acknowledged me with a nod and a half smile that seemed forced. She looked closer to my age than her husbands. She also looked Italian for some reason. I think it was the classic Roman nose. Her husband was British but had very little in the way of an accent. We had a few drinks and Thomas and I discussed cars, hotrods, and paint, which seemed to bore Vera even more. When we got around to talking about my vacation plans her interest perked up. I had reservations at a clothing optional resort. For the first time she said something. "I've lived ten miles from that place but I've never been there," she said and then glanced at her husband. Thomas smiled and nodded. "It is not for any reason I know of. The manager is a good friend of mine. I had his last two cars painted. We've had a standing invitation to go visit." Vera patted him on the knee. "Naked in private is one thing, naked in public quite something else." Thomas chuckled and looked at me. "An exhibitionist that is a chicken most of the time." I lifted my eyebrows and looked at Vera. Even with her dark tan, I could see the hint of a blush. "I'm not an exhibitionist. I just have clothing malfunctions as they say on the TV," she said and then grinned. "Uh huh," I said and grinned also. Thomas chuckled and whispered, "Yes, dear." Vera turned our way and leaned forward slightly. Her silk blouse gaped open at the top and her left breast was in plain site. For someone with such a deep tan, she had no tan line on her breast, so I assumed she sunbathed at least topless. She looked at me and said, "Maybe I'll come visit while you are there." Looking at her husband, she whispered, "I'll show you who is a chicken." He laughed and nodded as he looked at her breast. "You're already showing our young friend here the sights." Vera looked confused for a second and then looked down. She let out a half gasp and sat back quickly. The light blush was back again only stronger. "Like I said, it's always a wardrobe malfunction," she whispered as she buttoned two buttons on her blouse. "And a most beautiful malfunction it was," I said with a chuckle. Thomas nodded in agreement and Vera quickly looked out the window. ***** We were getting ready to land and Thomas handed me a business card. "Give me a call one day. We can have lunch at the very least." Vera turned and looked at me. "Who would I ask for if I called the Resort?" I looked at her and then looked at Thomas. He nodded and I said, "David. David White." Thomas looked at his wife and said, "I could invite him to stay at the villa." "He already has reservations. Anyway, he would have much more fun there than hanging out with us," Vera said softly. Thomas nodded to his wife and looked at me. "Do call though. I need a very special Valentines Day present for my wife this year. I took my Houston trip early and it was too cold there, so I need to make it up to her. Maybe you can help me out." "Since I haven't had a steady girlfriend for a number of years, I probably wouldn't be much help. I'm pretty much out of practice." I told him. Thomas laughed and looked at his wife. She looked back at him for a few seconds and then looked out the window. I did notice the half smile on her face as she turned her head. Her husband looked back at me and grinned. "Don't sell yourself short," he said as the wheels touched down. ***** I lost contact with Thomas and Vera, as I had to go through customs with the rest of the tourists and they took a much shorter line for residents. The weather was warm and sunny as I checked in with the resort desk out front and was shown to an air-conditioned bus. In a little over an hour I was in my room on the third floor of the resort. Opening the French doors, I stood on the balcony and took in the view. I could see most of the bay in front of the resort and the beaches and resorts of the far shore. There was a point to the left and a string of low islands across the mouth of the bay. A most beautiful view, I must say. Stepping closer to the rail, I looked down. A large pool was centered up in front of the building and between it and the white sand beach with deckchairs and brightly colored umbrellas. It was mid afternoon but there were a lot of people lounging around the pool and on the beach. From the looks of things, it was a young crowd. I left the doors open as I changed out of my travel clothes and into my birthday suit. Digging in my bag, I came up with sandals, a ball cap, a fanny pack, sunglasses, and a bottle of tanning oil. A towel from the bathroom and I was dress for success, or at least to lounge around in the sun or the shade. I slipped on my sandals, wrapped the fanny pack around my waist and then the towel. Some sort of clothing was required in the main building so I figured a towel should work. I had a blue bracelet on my left wrist that signified that everything was prepaid so I was good to go. There were people in the hall, people in the elevator, people in the lobby. A lot more people than I had seen earlier. Every chair around the pool was taken and it was the same on the beach. I ended up sitting on a rock a little ways down the beach. Everyone looked to be under twenty-five and pretty much ignored me. The few that looked my way frowned. Now I'm no Adonis but I'm not ground beef either. I keep myself in pretty good shape. A young woman that looked to be near my age and had a uniform on passed by. "Uh... excuse me," I said and she looked my way as she stopped. "Yes, sir. May I help you?" "What's with all the kids?" I asked. She sighed and shook her head. "Someone double booked for Valentines Day." "That's going to prove interesting," I said with a grin. She shook her head again. "Interesting isn't the word for it. Madhouse comes to mind first and then a string of words my mother told me not to use." The woman replied. "Are they sending half of them home?" She laughed. "Are you kidding me? They're offering discounts to people with double rooms who are willing to share. They've tossed most of the help out of our rooms and put guests in them. I'm sleeping on the beach, I guess." "I think I picked the wrong time to take a vacation." She nodded. "If you can go anywhere else, you'll be a lot better off." "I did get an invitation from a couple I met on the plane. They live here on the island." "Take it and run," she said with a grin. "I know I would, if I could." "Is there a phone here?" I asked. "Go to the desk and tell one of the clerks you're trying to make other arrangements and he'll break his neck getting you one," the woman said. "I need to get back to work." "Have fun." I told her and she waved as she hurried off. ***** Two hours later, Thomas picked me up in front of the hotel. I had an open ended return flight and a full refund on the resort, plus a voucher for half off of my next visit. I had already explained to Thomas why I wanted to check out and now that we were headed for his home, I said, "I hope this isn't too much of an inconvenience for you and your wife." "No problem. We didn't have anything planned for Valentines Day except relaxing and hanging around the garden. Vera will enjoy the company, I'm sure." We drove back past the airport and then along the coast for a ways with the beach on one side and high hills on the other. Then we turned and started up into the hills. On the hillsides were expensive looking large homes set well apart. About halfway up one hill, we turned right into a driveway and followed it up until the drive opened out into a large circular drive and a parking area. The home was large; three stories at least, with a short stonewall in front of it. A four-car garage was to the left and it had what looked like an apartment above it. Overall, the place looked more like an Italian villa than anything else. The walls looked thick and were plastered to a fine finish. It looked slightly out of place in the lush tropical setting. Three wide curving steps led up to a large ornate front door. Vera opened the door as we got to it. "It's the butlers day off," she said with a grin. Thomas laughed. "With all the estragon around here, I should get one and a chaffier also." Looking at me, he added, "We have a cook and her two daughters work as the maids, the place is a nightmare to clean, so it ends up three against one most of the time." "But you so love it" Vera said with a grin "If only...." Thomas said and then sighed deeply. His wife laughed and looked at me. "You can stay in the guest room on the main floor. It has French doors leading out to the garden and the pool. It's the closest we have to a resort feel in the house." As I entered the home, it only took a couple of glances to see that it was elegantly decorated. "You have a beautiful home," I said as I followed Vera across a large living room. "The kitchen, dinning room, and quarters for the cook and her daughters are on the second floor. Vera and I have the third floor to ourselves," Thomas said. At a door on the far side, Vera opened it and went inside. "This is your room," she said as I followed her inside. The room was large with a very large bed against the left hand wall. The right hand wall was mostly glass with double French doors set in the center. Vera went over to open them. She had on a soft silky looking housedress in a dark blue color. It buttoned up the front but the bottom four or five buttons were unbuttoned, as were the top four. There was darkly tanned skin showing down below her bust line. I parked my bag next to the bed and tossed my travel bag on it. Vera turned around and smiled. "Your bathroom is through there," she said as she indicated a door across the bed from me. As she started for the door to the living room, I asked, "And what is the dress code for the garden and pool?" Her steps faltered for a second and then she grinned. "It might be more fun for you to find out for yourself." I looked at her questioningly and then looked toward the door for Thomas. He was nowhere in sight. "Where did your husband go?" She grinned again and replied, "He went upstairs for his afternoon nap." I nodded and waited for her to go on out the door but she paused in the doorway and turned to look at me with a smile on her face. "Relax and enjoy the garden and the pool. We normally don't eat until around sunset so you have plenty of time. There is a wet bar in the corner of the garden so help yourself." With that said, she stepped back. "I may join you later." She closed the door. I thought back to Thomas's comment about her being a chicken exhibitionist. I wondered if she would have the nerve to sunbath topless with me around. There was only one way to find out. I also realized she was taller than I had originally thought. With short heels, she was as tall as I was. A most beautiful woman, to say the least. ***** I unpacked and put my stuff away. I didn't have much since I had packed for a nudist resort. In the bathroom I changed into an old swimsuit that I had packed in case I went to another beach. It was a little frayed and baggy. With my sunglasses on, my tanning oil in hand, and a towel over my shoulder, I wandered out onto the flagstone patio in front of the French doors. It was a beautiful place. There was a ten-foot high stucco wall around the whole area. To the left was more flagstone with the wet bar and a seating area in the corner. Four large lounge chairs were arranged in a semi circle facing the garden and a half dozen more were along the edge of the pool. There was a hot tub along the left hand wall with a waterfall below it running into the pool. The pool wasn't large compared to the resort but it fit the garden nicely. Steps led down into it in the corner closest to the hot tub. Tropical plants and flowers were everywhere along the back wall and a wide flat lawn showed at the other end. The whole of it was lit nicely by the afternoon sun. I selected a beer from the small icebox at the wet bar and took a seat by the table in the seating group. After a sip or two, I stretched out my legs, crossed my ankles, leaned back, and sighed deeply. The warm sun, a cold beer, and peace and quiet, what else could someone on vacation ask for. With a quick grin, I thought of all the naked young ladies I had seen at the resort. ***** After I finished my beer, I took a swim. I applied some of the suntan oil and sat back down in the chair with a second beer. I was taking my second swallow when movement to my right drew my attention. Vera came out the doors from the living room. I smiled; she had on a short silk robe that didn't quite come down to the middle of her thighs. As she walked toward me, she smiled and undid the belt holding the robe close. She held it closed until she was only a few feet from me. Then she stopped, opened the robe and let it fall from her shoulders, taking it off. My eyes grew large and my mouth dropped open. She was completely naked except for a pair of low heels. Her breasts were not large but her nipples were. The dark circles under them were oval shaped and slanted toward the inside at the bottom. Her stomach was flat but not muscular. Her ass was nicely rounded above her shapely thighs and long legs. A very neat package all together. I finally got my mouth closed as she took a couple of steps forward and draped the wrap over the back of another chair. I let out a soft whistle under my breath and she looked at me for the first time with a shy smile on her face. "I'm not a chicken in my own home," she said softly as she turned and sat down next to me. "So I see," I got out as I watched her cross her legs and lean back. After a moment or two, I said, "So, I guess this means the garden is clothing optional?" She smiled and looked around. "It is most of the time. The house also, unless we have company or there is a party." "I'm just glad you didn't answer the door the way you're dressed right now. I would have had a hard, uh, heart attack." She glanced at my lap and asked, "Do you have a hard attack at the present?" I chuckled. "You can say that again." "Then you should show it off. I like compliments of that type." I looked around and asked, "Uh, how about Thomas? What would he think of... compliments like that? Not to mention the cook and her daughters." "Thomas would grin and nod. He knows me very well. As for the cook and the maids.... Well, just wait until you see the maids," she said and then winked as she looked past me. "Here comes one of them now." I turned and looked toward the door to the house and damn near did have a heart attack. A young native woman was walking towards us with a tray in one hand. All she had on was a small translucent gold scarf around her hips or rather one hip. Her smoothly shaven sex went in and out of view with each step. Her breasts were small but full and I had to groan as she walked past me. Her ass was high, very full, and very round. As an ass man I can say it was one of the best I had ever seen. She bent slightly and held the tray out toward Vera. Her ass was pointed slightly in my direction. It only got better as she bent. When she straightened up, she glanced my way and grinned as she headed back across the patio. Her hips swayed even more than they had earlier. I was mesmerized. When she went out of sight inside, I groaned softly and looked out across the pool. "That was Jia. Her sister is an identical twin by the name of Tia," Vera said to me with a grin. "She seems to have increased the size of your... compliment." I looked down at the front of my swimsuit and nodded. "It was the ass mostly. That and she is the first woman of color I have ever seen in person, naked or that naked, anyway." Vera laughed. "Wait until you see their mother. Her rear is even finer, if that is at all possible." "Wow!" I whispered and then asked, "Uh, just how old is that young lady?" "Nineteen going on twenty five," Vera said with a grin. "If only I had known what she knows now, at that age." When I gave her a questioning look, she just shook her head. "Wishful thinking on my part." She replied cryptically as she set her drink aside and stood up. She walked over to a drawer on the wet bar and opened it. She got out a bottle of tanning oil and turned around. She opened the bottle and squeezed some of the oil into her hand. Looking at me, she said, "Why don't you get rid of those shorts while I apply my tanning oil." With that said she leaned on the counter, sat the bottle aside, and applied the oil to her upper chest. She was one even dark tan all over. I watched as she rubbed the oil into her chest and over her breasts. Her nipples grew harder the more she rubbed the oil in. I stood up and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my bathing suit. Her eyes were on the front of them as I slowly pushed them down. My dick hung in the waistband and went down with the shorts, the tent in the front getting bigger. Suddenly the head snapped loose and my dick jumped up to slap meatily against my lower belly. Vera shivered, grinned, and whispered, "A very impressive compliment, indeed." "Thank you." I replied with a matching grin as I stepped out of the shorts and sat back down. "I owe it all to the gorgeous scenery." She chuckled and picked up the bottle, squirted oil in her hand, and wiped it on her right arm. Switching hands, she applied a handful to her left arm. Setting the bottle down, she took her time rubbing the oil into her arms and wiping any excess on her belly. She was enjoying me watching her and I was enjoying the show she was putting on. There was a grin on her face as she used both hands to rub the oil over her lower ribs and belly. When she finished that, she slipped her right foot out of her sandal and lifted her ankle to her opposite knee and held it there as she got more oil on her hand. Her thighs were widely parted, her sex on display. Her slit was slightly parted, the inner lips peeking out. She wiped the oil on her leg from her ankle to her thigh, set the bottle aside, and started to rub the oil in at her ankle. As she worked her way up her leg, she would glance at me from under her lashes. My eyes followed her hands but I looked directly at her sex each time she glanced at me. That made her shiver every time. Her fingers never touched her sex as she got to the top of her thigh but the heel of her hand grazed over the surface of her outer lip several times. The slit was open wider by the time she put her foot down. I noticed that it was to the outside of her shoe. When she lifted her left foot and crossed it over above her knee, her slit was opened even wider. The inner lips were poking out more and the nub of her clit was just visible at the top. She picked up the bottle and applied oil to her left leg. As she set the bottle down, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I smiled at her and said, "Having fun are we?" She nodded without looking at me and started to rub the oil in at her ankle. "You look at me with appreciation," she whispered a moment later. "What's not to appreciate? You are a very beautiful woman and allowing me to watch you apply your tanning oil is a privilege I'm enjoying very much." She smiled and continued to work her way up her leg. At the top, I noticed that the side of her hand brushed across her outer lip more often and more firmly. Her inner lips were growing and fanning out each time she did. Her clit was also rising more and the hood was moving off the end. Vera With a shiver, she straightened up and lowered her foot to the ground. Her hands rested against the tops of her thighs. Her eyes were on her hands as she said, "Normally, this is where I would apply the oil to my sex but.... With you watching, I would have an orgasm." "And the problem with that is?" I asked softly. "I want it to build," she said as she picked up the oil. She pushed off from the counter and walked over to stand in front of me. She handed me the oil and then turned around. "Anyway, someone has to do my back for me." I chuckled and stood up. "Are you sure you want me behind you?" She looked at me over her shoulder and shivered as she said, "Very much so." I was still trying to decide how to take that as I poured oil into my right hand. I wiped it across her upper shoulder blades and then drizzled a small amount down the center of one ass cheek and then the other. I paused to grin as I drizzled some down the center. It ran off her tailbone and down the crack of her ass slowly. She took a hissing breath. "Was that cold?" I asked as I sat the oil on the table. "Uh... no. Nothing is cold right this moment." She replied softly as I started to rub the oil into her upper back. "That's nice to know," I said, teasing her. She shivered as my hands ran up and down her sides. My fingertips brushed lightly on the sides of her breasts in passing. Her arms moved out slightly to give my hands more room. I rubbed her sides again making firmer contact with her breasts. She made the hissing sound again. I rubbed the oil into her lower back and across her tailbone and the swell of her ass cheeks. Squatting down, her ass was just below eyelevel and I took a moment to admire it. Running my hands up and down did not get a response from her but squeezing the slippery cheeks did. Squeezing and spreading them got another hiss. The bottom of her crease was only lightly tanned and her anus was darker. When I trailed two fingers up and down, she came up on her toes for a moment. I thought about probing her asshole but decided to play nice for the moment. I used my thumbs in the crack to spread the oil evenly. My thumbnails brushing over the tight pucker brought a louder hiss to her lips and she bounced up and down on her toes. "You're very sensitive back here, I see," I said as I took my hands off her ass. She nodded and whispered, "Very." I used both hands to even out the oil on the back of one thigh and then the other. When my fingers came close to her sex, she would come up on her toes. I was debating whether to touch her sex or not. I decided to wait and see what played out next. Standing up, I wiped my hands on my thighs and said, "That about covers it." She took a half step back ad then another until her ass was pressed against my hips; my manhood nestled between her ass cheeks. She wiggled her hips and pushed back a little harder. My dick worked its way deeper between her nether cheeks. "There is one more spot," she whispered as she wiggled her ass again. "Ah yes, that spot that would cause an orgasm." She laughed and whispered, "Yes, that one." "Shouldn't you do that yourself?" I asked thinking about Thomas and what he might have to say. "I could but.... You doing it would make it far stronger." I reached over and picked up the oil. I put my arms around her and looked over her shoulder to pour a little in my palm. My whole front was now pressed to her back. She leaned against me as I put the bottle back on the table. I lowered my hand and pressed my palm to her belly just above her slickly shaven mound. Vera made a whimpering sound and then moaned softly as I cupped her right breast in my left hand and squeezed gently. Her hips quivered as I moved my right hand down to her mound and then on down across her outer lips. She moaned again as I moved my hand up, my middle finger slipping between her inner lips and caressing her slit all the way up to her clit. When my finger touched her clit, her hips gave a jerk. I moved my hand back down and she shivered as the middle fingertip brushed over her slippery hot opening. I curled my finger and felt the tip enter her sex. She gasped and came up on her toes. My dick rubbed in the crack of her ass and it gave a twitch all on its own. I pulled the tip of my finger out of her and she came down off her toes. I pushed it back in but she just whimpered softly so I moved my hand up and rolled her clit around lightly. Her hips came forward to increase the pressure and then she groaned long and loud as her hips rocked back and forth. She was coming. A minute or so later, her hands found mine and pulled it away from her clit. Her hips shivered and then she sighed deeply. "So good," she whispered and then sighed again. "You have a knowing touch." "I've had a little practice," I said with a grin. She chucked and took a step forward to turn and face me. "I think my husband picked out an excellent Valentines Day present." My mouth dropped open at the thought of what that meant to me and I wondered if it meant the same to them. Vera's eyes dropped to my dick and she licked her lips. "Too bad I have to wait until after supper for my dessert," she whispered and then grinned as she saw the shocked expression on my face. About then, one of the twins said, "Phone, Miss Vera," from the doorway to the house. Vera looked that way, nodded, and then back at me. "I should take that," she said and then added with a glance at the doorway and the young maid, "Be careful or one of the twins might spoil my dessert." "Spoil it or steal it?" I asked with a glance toward the maid. Vera laughed and turned to get her wrap. As she turned back, her fingers wrapped around my dick tightly. "They know how greedy I am with a new guest at first." My mouth dropped open again and she laughed as she let go of my dick and walked away. I slowly sat down in my chair as I watched her ass swivel and sway. I gave out with a deep sigh and picked up my beer. It was warm but what the heck, I downed it anyway. ***** A little while later, I was working on a fresh beer and had moved to one of the lounge chairs by the pool. Soft footsteps behind me caused me to turn my head. One of the twins was walking my way. She stopped beside my chair and smiled as her eyes crossed my semi hard dick. She licked her lips, her pink tongue in sharp contrast to her mahogany colored lips. "Miss Vera had to make a quick trip into town. She will be back in time for supper," she said slowly and distinctly. I nodded and asked, "Are you Jia or Tia?" "I'm Tia. Jia wears gold and I wear yellow. That is, most of the time. Sometimes we like to fool people." I looked at the scarf around her waist and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." My dick had come to full hardness as my eyes took in the beautiful young woman. Tia's eyes dropped to it and she grinned. "I'll keep that in mind," she said and then licked her lips again. I grinned and shook my head. "Miss Vera wouldn't care for that and I think you know it." She giggled. "There will be a time and a place later." "I, uh.... Yeah," I said as she turned and walked away. My eyes followed her high round ass and I sighed deeply. "I knew I should have taken out more medical insurance." My mind kept playing movies of Tia and Jia in my bed interspersed with movies of Vera in my bed. My dick stayed hard and I finished my beer faster than I meant to. When I did, I got up, walked to the edge of the pool, and stepped off. The cool water and dunking didn't help matters but swimming a few laps did to some extent. ***** I took a shower and found the shower was glassed in on three sides, one of which was the outside wall. The view was spectacular. I could see out across the top of the hill all the way to the sea. There were a couple of bushy plants planted on each side of the window so it didn't feel as open as it could have. Getting dressed, I decided on a dressy western shirt and levies. I was putting on my boots when there was a knock at the door. With one boot on and the other in my hand, I went to answer it. Vera was there wearing a nice white silk blouse with four of the top buttons undone and a blue short sarong below that. She looked me up and down and smiled. "You are totally over dressed for dinner." "Uh...." I started to say and she handed me a red sarong similar to hers. "Keep the shirt but lose the jeans and boots." I grinned and took the sarong. "This isn't going to hide my... uh, compliment with the twins around." She laughed and said, "It isn't supposed to. And for a point of reference, the split goes in front." She pinched the edges of hers on each side and pulled outward. It opened down the middle of the front. "Ok," I said and grinned. "This should prove interesting." "I hope so." She replied and then added, "Dinner will be served when you get there. We'll be eating on the second floor terrace." When I nodded, she turned and walked away. I watched the sway of her ass for a moment and then closed the door. I had never worn a sarong so I had to wrap it, refold it, and rewrap it several times before I felt comfortable wearing it. Looking in the mirror in the bathroom made me smile. It was an interesting look but at least my dick was covered in its semi hard state. ***** The table in the dinning room was huge. It could easily seat eighteen people. The one on the terrace was smaller with room for six. It had a long tablecloth covering it that hung nearly to the floor. All six places were set. Thomas and Vera were standing next to the rail with drinks in their hand. Thomas also wore a sarong with a white tailored shirt. He saw me and smiled. "That is a good look," he said and winked. "Would you care for a drink?" "Jack Daniels and water, if you have it." I replied. He nodded and walked over to a small wet bar along the wall. "I hear you enjoyed the afternoon in the garden." I looked at Vera and she nodded. "A most beautiful place. Nice and peaceful." He smiled as he got out a bottle of Jack and a glass. "Yes, I enjoy it. Vera more than me," he said with a wink in my direction. I smiled and nodded. "She doesn't seem to be a chicken in her own backyard." He finished mixing my drink and carried it over to me. "No, she's not. This house and the grounds are hers to do with as she pleases. I just pay the bills." "You always protest too much," Vera said with a grin. "You enjoy it and me as much as I enjoy myself." Thomas nodded. "Yes, I do, especially you." Looking at me he said, "My wife tells me you have a gentle touch applying tanning lotion." I looked at Vera and smiled. "She seemed to enjoy it." Thomas chuckled and looked at his wife. "She always does, especially the last part." When I lifted my eyebrows in Vera's direction, she said, "Thomas was watching from the balcony on the third floor. He loves to watch me." "One of life's little pleasures," Thomas said, smiling at his wife. One of the maids appeared at the door and said, "Mother says dinner will be served shortly." From the yellow sarong, it was Tia but now she had on a low cut, short peasant blouse in browns and yellows. Thomas nodded and Tia left. "Time to get seated," he said and turned toward the table. Vera and I headed that way as he stood behind a chair at one end and pulled it out for his wife. Vera smiled at him, took off her sarong, hung it on the back of the chair, and took a seat, naked from the waist down. Thomas walked to the other end of the table, pulled out the chair, took off his sarong, hung it on the back of the chair, and sat down. He was also naked from the waist down. I looked from one to the other for a moment and then Vera said, "Sit next to me." "Yes, that is a good place," Thomas said with a grin. When in China, do as they do, I thought to myself as I pulled out the chair next to Vera. I took off the sarong, hung it over the back of the chair, and sat down. "Good. Very good," Thomas said. "You'll fit right in around here." I looked his way and said, "An interesting way to eat dinner." Thomas smiled. "You'll understand more readily when dessert is served." "Ah yes, dessert," I said looking at Vera. She just grinned at me. A moment later, the twins appeared and took the two chairs across from me. "You two look extraordinarily lovely tonight," Thomas said in way of a greeting. Both young women looked at me and Jia replied, "We have company. Very interesting company, I might add." Vera chuckled softly and both young women looked at her and then at the tabletop. Before she could say anything, there was the sound of a cart from the doorway. An older version of the twins was pushing it. Unlike the rest of us, she wore a bibbed apron. The cart had covered plates and serving dishes on it. As the cook passed out the plates, I had a chance to look at her closer. Her breasts were fuller than her daughters and her ass was just as delicious looking. It was just as high and round as the twins but a little fuller. When everyone was served, she took a seat next to me. With a smile, she said, "I am Via." "Glad to meet you," I said with a smile. Thomas looked around the table and said, "We can begin now." Everyone unfolded a napkin, placed it in their lap, and picked up a fork. I followed suit. ***** The meal was excellent and the conversation light. Via got up several times to refill water glasses. When everyone was finished, the horizon was crimson red with gold, yellow and pink mixed in. The twins got up and cleared the dishes, refilled our drinks, and refilled the water glasses. Before they sat down, they placed a small covered dessert dish in front of everyone. Thomas waited until the girls were seated and lifted the lid on his. It was a small cookie with pink icing. Vera removed the lid on hers and it had red icing. When she nodded at me, I lifted the lid on mine. It had red icing. She gave me a big grin and disappeared under the table. Via lifted her lid and it had yellow icing. The twins lifted theirs. Tia's had pink icing and she grinned as she slipped under the table. Jia's had yellow icing. She giggled and headed under the table. Before I could wonder what was going on, a hand lifted my dick away from my belly and a warm wet tongue swirled around it. I gave a jerk of surprise and then sighed as the tongue licked the head again. I assumed it was Vera's tongue. I heard a sigh from Thomas and grinned as I thought of Tia licking his dick. Via shifted down in her chair and shivered a moment later. Jia must be between her thighs I thought. Anything else I might have thought was washed away as Vera swallowed my dick to the hilt and swiveled her tongue back and forth around the base. I've had good blowjobs and better blowjob but never a bad one. This one was great, rank up high on my scale. It was slow and sensuous as she worked my shaft and the head over with her tongue and lips. I almost groaned several times as the head of my dick pressed against the entrance to her throat. I was very close to coming as Vera tried to swallow around the head of my dick. A moment later, I heard her moan loudly around my shaft. She sucked harder and bobbed her head in short fast movements. I had a feeling she was coming from sucking my dick. That feeling was lost in the fact that I was coming myself. Another loud moan from Vera was mixed in with mine. Vera was nursing on my softening dick as I heard Thomas make a groaning sound. I looked that way and grinned. His eyes were shut tightly and he had this twisted smile on his face. A few moments later, I heard a soft whimpering sound from under the table on his end. I figured Tia was either coming or she was enjoying the fact that he had come in her mouth. Via had a hand in each side of the top of her apron. She was caressing and rubbing her breasts slowly. Her eyes were on Thomas and she had a soft smile on her lips. Turning her head, she shivered as she saw me looking at her. "Everyone is finished with their dessert but me it seems," she whispered and then gave a little jerk. She rolled her head back and then forward as her hips jerked again. "Jia is such a little tease," she whispered and then moaned softly as her lower body arched up. Thomas chuckled and said, "I think she finally got around to the right spot." "It seems so." I replied as I saw Via's lower body jerk several more times. My dick came out of Vera's mouth and she sighed. A moment later, her head appeared over the end of the table. She looked at me and licked her lips. "A very good dessert I must say." "What took you so long? I was almost finished by the time our young friend got there," Thomas said. Vera smiled at her husband and got to her feet. She shifted her hips from side to side and then sat down. "I think I got there three times before he did." Thomas grinned and asked me, "Want to split a very juicy dessert?" Vera whimpered loudly and I chuckled as I looked at Thomas. "I never have before but there is always a first time." Tia's head popped into sight and she said, "Hey! How about us?" Via gave her a hard look but Thomas waved her off. "Three juicy desserts then it is." Jia's head appeared next to her sisters. "Oh goody." "After you help clean the kitchen up," Via said and both girls got a pouting look on their faces. She laughed and shook her head. "I'll get the kitchen." Jia and Tia stood up and hugged each other. Then they kissed. When the quick kiss broke, they both licked their lips and kissed again. "Sit!" Via said and frowned. The two girls giggled as they parted and sat down. Vera looked at her husband. "Do you think you can handle the twins by yourself?" Thomas laughed and replied, "As long as they behave and play nice." "If they don't, they will get a spanking," Via said. This made both younger girls giggle and wiggle in their chair. "That's more of a pleasure, not a punishment," Thomas said looking at the twins. "I guess I could take one of them off your hands," Vera said with a grin. Thomas looked at her and laughed. "More like on your face than off my hands." "And?" Vera asked as she raised her eyebrows and wiggled them. "As long as I get to watch," Thomas said softly. "Always," Vera said and stood up. She looked at the twins and then their mother. "Give your mother a quick hand with the kitchen. We're going to have an after dinner drink so you have a little time." Thomas stood up and so did I. Via stood and looked at her daughters. "Hurry up and you won't miss anything." The two girls jumped up and started gather up the dessert plates. Vera picked up her drink glass and stepped back from the table. "We might want to move before we get run over." Thomas laughed and retrieved his glass. "A most excellent idea." I grabbed my glass before Tia could pick it up and beat a hasty retreat. ***** Thomas mixed us fresh drinks and we moved over by the rail to watch the sunset. Vera was standing between us. When Via and the twins had everything loaded, they headed for the kitchen. Thomas looked at his wife and smiled. "Why don't you turn around and lean on the rail. I for one would like a sample of that sweet dessert of yours." Vera whimpered slightly as she turned and leaned on the rail. She shifted her feet until they were a little past shoulder width wide. I expected Thomas to squat in front of his wife and taste her treat that way but he didn't. He ran two fingers up and down along the inside of her thigh up close to her sex and then stuffed them in his mouth. Vera shivered when he touched her and when he put his fingers in his mouth. When he pulled them out, he said softly, "Excellent." Looking at me, he smiled. "Would you care for some?" From the way he said it, you might have thought he was talking about a fine wine or something similar. "I don't mind if I do." I replied and ran my fingertips up and down Vera's other inner thigh. She whimpered softly when I did. She was slippery, three inches down from her sex. Vera I held the fingers in front of my mouth and looked from Vera to Thomas and back. She whimpered and he chuckled. When I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them, Vera shivered and moaned softly. Thomas grinned broadly. Taking my fingers out of my mouth, I smacked my lips and said, "Like a fine wine." Thomas nodded and rubbed his fingers on Vera's inner thigh again. He held the fingers up in front of her face and waited. Vera glanced my way without moving her head and then opened her mouth slowly. Thomas stuck the fingers inside a short ways. Vera's eyes moved to me as she closed her mouth and sucked on the fingers. She made the soft moaning sound again as her eyes slowly closed. "Showing off like this is a big turn on for her, as well as for me," Thomas said a moment later. I nodded in reply and rubbed two fingers on Vera's inner thigh. Her eyes popped open and Thomas pulled his fingers out of her mouth with a sucking sound. I raised my hand and started the fingers toward my mouth. Vera whimpered softly. I stopped my hand and held them up in front of her face. She moaned and opened her mouth. I stuck the fingers inside and she sucked on them with a whinnying moan, her eyes closing once again. The twins came walking out onto the veranda and stopped close by where we were. They had ditched the blouses and only wore their scarves. I looked at them and then back at Vera. "Tia, Jia, welcome back," I said softly. Vera's eyes flew open and she moaned long and loud. I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and she looked at me and licked her lips. Thomas chuckled at his wife's reaction and then downed the rest of his drink. I downed mine and we all four stood there looking at Vera. She shivered hard and downed her drink. She made a face and whispered, "A whisky chaser spoils the flavor." The twins giggled and Thomas and I chuckled. "Should we go upstairs or out by the pool?" Thomas asked his wife. "Upstairs would be more comfortable," Vera replied. Thomas nodded and reached for my empty glass. I handed it to him. He handed them both to Tia and handed his wife's to Jia. "If you ladies will drop these off in the kitchen on your way," he said. Jia nodded and they turned to walk inside. Thomas waved his hand indicating he wanted Vera to lead the way. ***** The bedroom on the top floor was huge. A large four-poster bed was against the back wall on a raised platform. There were verandas with double French doors on both side walls. To the left on the front wall was a large walk in closet with a short five-foot wall surrounding on two sides what I assumed was the bathroom to the right. Once through the bedroom door, Vera pealed off her blouse and dropped it on the floor. She walked directly to the bed and crawled up on it, her ass pointed straight at us. She slowly lowered her upper body and looked at us around her shoulder. Her sex and anus were on perfect display. I think all four of us licked our lips and she groaned softly. Thomas had stopped just inside the door and slowly took off his shirt as he watched his wife. I took off my shirt as the twins walked toward the bed dropping their scarves as they went. They stopped, one on each side of the bed and faced Vera. With their asses fully uncovered, they were as magnificent as their mothers. Vera wiggled her ass from side to side and Thomas chuckled. "I think your dessert is more than ready," he said to me. I walked to the foot of the bed and looked closely at Vera's wet shiny sex. The opening to her vagina pulsed open and closed slowly. The crinkle of her asshole followed suit. "Yes, I think you're right." I told Thomas as I stepped up on the platform and put one knee on the bed. "Her first orgasm will be very quick and sharp but do continue to feast. She will build to another even larger and longer," Thomas said as he walked up to stand close to the end of the bed. My dick twitched of its own accord as I thought of him and the twins watching me eat his wife's sweet looking pussy. This was something I had never experienced before. Without letting myself think about it too much, I leaned over and planted kisses on both of her ass cheeks. Vera whimpered softly, her eyes on her husband. I dropped my knees to the platform, leaned over and pulled gently on Vera's hips. She moved back a little and my tongue zeroed in on her anus. She gasped and then groaned as I teased the opening and probed it gently. As the tip of my tongue entered the tight opening, She gasped again and rammed her ass back against my face. "One of my wife's favorite things," Thomas said as I tongue fucked her ass with a lot of help. She was whimpering and thrusting her ass back against my tongue. I let her have her way for a minute or so. When I lifted my head, she groaned softly in frustration and wiggled her ass. "Does she like to be fucked in the ass?" I asked Thomas. He chuckled and replied, "She loves it but do be careful. She has a tendency to break things when she is fucked back there." "I'll keep that in mind," I said as I lowered my head and licked his wife's slit from as far down as I could reach, up over her opening and on up to her tailbone. She shivered the whole time my tongue touched her skin. When I moved back to lower my head for a second lick, she shifted her knees wider apart. This time I could reach her clit. I teased it with quick flicks of my tongue and then rolled it around slowly. Vera shivered and moaned loudly. I slid my tongue up her slit, across her opening, across her anus and on to her tailbone. She wiggled her ass and whispered, "Please!" "Please what?" I asked sharply. She whimpered softly and replied, "Please, make me come." "And then what?" She groaned. "Then make me come even more." I looked at Jia and Tia still standing beside the bed. "You should roll over so Jia can sit on your face while I finish my dessert." Jia grinned and Vera groaned loudly as a heavy shiver ran up and down her body. When she didn't move, I slapped her hard enough on the right ass cheek to leave a faint handprint. She gasped loudly and jerked. I slapped her left ass cheek the same way. She gasped again and wiggled her ass. "Another of my wife's favorite things," Thomas said. I looked his way. He had a big smile on his face and his short skinny dick in his hand. "One of mine also but one I haven't indulged in a while." Turning my head back to his wife, I slapped one ass cheek and then the other. "Maybe Jia should climb on the bed and sit where your face is in her lap." Jia giggled as Vera groaned and nodded. A moment later, Jia was sitting with Vera's head right above her pussy, her legs spread wide as she leaned back on her hands. I had planted several more slaps on Vera's ass while she did. It was a faint pink on both cheeks. I looked at Tia, who had a pout on her face. "Why don't you come over here and lay down on your back with your lovely ass on the edge of the bed in front of Mr. Thomas. He can snack while I spank his wife." Tia shivered and looked at Thomas. When he nodded, she grinned and hurried around to lie on the bed. She lifted her heels to the edge and spread her knees wide. I moved her left foot back to the floor. "It will be in the way when I spank Vera and anyway, I like to watch also." Thomas grinned. "Always plan ahead," he said as he moved to kneel in front of Tia. He leaned over and took a deep breath though his nose. "Very good," he whispered as he planted a kiss on her smoothly shaven outer lips. Both girls had short, very curly hair on their mounds. My hand landed on Vera's ass and I asked, "Jia, has Miss Vera licked your pussy yet?" "No, sir," the young woman replied and looked down at her boss. My hand landed on Vera's ass even harder. She gasped loudly and lowered her head closer to Jia's very wet looking sex. I gave her another slap lower that rocked her slightly forward. I couldn't see if she licked Jia or if her nose bumped into the young woman's clit. In either case, Jia made a soft whimpering sound. I planted to hard slaps on Vera's left ass cheek to even out the color and then spanked one cheek with one hand and the other with the other hand. Her head was suddenly going wild and Jia groaned deeply. I continued the spanking harder than ever. Tia gave out with a soft moan and I looked over to see Thomas eating her pussy wildly. I never missed a beat, if you'll pardon the pun. Vera's ass was a hot red by now. I stopped spanking and rubbed both ass cheeks with the palms of my hands. She gave out with a soft yell followed by an even louder one as I planted my face between her ass cheeks and tongue fucked her ass. Saying Vera went off like a bomb is an understatement. Her ass was shaking and bucking so hard my tongue came out of her ass and jammed deeply into her drenched sex. She yelled again and fucked my tongue wildly. I could see Jia with two hands full of hair over the top of Vera's ass and grinned. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was coming just as hard as Vera. Tia was making an undulating noise deep in her chest but I was too busy to look that way. Vera's pussy was even juicier and I was working on stemming the flow. I swirled my tongue around her opening as her hips slowed down and dipped it down into her slit. I bumped her clit with the tip of my tongue once and her ass was back to jerking and twitching. I moved higher and teased her opening as her hips settled down. They gave a jerk as I teased her anus. Deciding to give her a little rest, I sat back on my heels and took my hands off her ass. Her ass wiggled a moment and then I heard her sigh deeply. I looked over at Thomas and he was sitting back also. "I think this round of dessert went exceptionally well," he said and then chucked. "Three of us should wash our faces." Jia was laid out flat with her arms above her head. She had a big smile on her face. Tia was in about the same position with the same expression on her face. Vera groaned and moved forward to lay down partly on top of Jia with another deep sigh. Looking at Thomas, I grinned and said, "I think these three are down for the count." With a nod, he replied, "It looks that way." His eyes wandered over his wife's body and then over Jia's. "I think my wife got her Valentines Day present in spades." Vera mumbled sleepily and snuggled up to Jia. Looking at Thomas, I said, "I'm going to take that as my cue to wash my face and get some sleep." Thomas looked at his wife and smiled as he shook his head slowly. "Don't be surprised if you get woken up in the middle of the night. You started something playing with my wife's ass. Not to mention the spanking." "Without you watching?" I asked as I got to my feet. "I don't miss much in this house, believe me," he said as he got to his feet. He looked at the pile of bodies on the bed and grinned. "I may have to sleep with Via tonight. Such a dirty job but...." I laughed and turned around to retrieve my shirt. I paused at the door and said, "Best of luck with that. I have an idea neither of you would sleep much." He laughed and waved at me as he headed for the bathroom in the corner. ***** Sometime during the night, someone straddling my hips and rubbing a hot wet pussy up and down along my shaft slowly awakened me. I opened one eye just enough to see who it was. It was Vera. I closed the eye and remained quiet and still. Her hips moved easer as my shaft became covered with her slickness. Her hips moved a little quicker and soon after she whimpered softly. I couldn't resist and opened my eyes. Her eyes were closed and she chewed on her lower lip as her hips moved even faster. She leaned forward and then back slowly. The whimper happened again as she leaned forward. I assumed her clit was rubbing my shaft. "Put your hands on my chest and lean on them. Your clit will make better contact that way," I said softly. Her eyes flew open and her hips missed a beat. She moaned softly and placed her hands on my chest. Then she groaned as her clit rubbed along my shaft in both directions. "I love my husband dearly but his dick is far too short and skinny," she whispered with a breathy note in her voice. I didn't know what to say to that, so I remained quiet. She groaned loudly and then rubbed with short quick movements of her hips. A moment later, her hips jerked and she arched her back as she let out a long drawn out hissing, "Yes!" There was a hotter wet feeling up near the head of my dick. A little later, her hips stopped moving and she gave a quivering shake. "So good," she whispered softly. She sat very still for a few minutes and then licked her lips. She opened her eyes and looked down at me as a smile came to her lips. "I didn't thank you for the wonderful orgasms earlier." "It was my pleasure, believe me." She chuckled and wiggled her ass from side to side slowly. "My ass still stung when I woke up. You have a good touch with a spanking." "And you have a great ass to spank." She laughed and wiggled again. "I was hoping you would do more than spank it." "Like what?" I asked to tease her. She squirmed and flexed her hips back and forth slowly as she took a hissing breath. "I... hoped... you would... fuck it." She replied in a halting whisper. "And now?" I asked egging her on more. "I'm... still hoping," she said quickly. "You've done a good job of oiling up my dick." She groaned and flexed her hips again. "I seem to be growing hornier as I grow older." "There is nothing wrong with that as long as you have a release. You seem to have plenty at your disposal." She nodded and moved her hips again. "A lot of wonderful talented tongues but there are a few things I miss." "Ah yes, a bigger dick to suck on and to fuck is right at the top of that list, unless I miss my guess." She nodded and wiggled her hips from side to side. "In my ass is where I miss it the most." I grinned and said, "You know the position for that. Why don't you assume it?" She groaned and flexed her hips quickly several times. "Do I need to spank you again?" I asked when she didn't move. With an even louder groan, she lifted her sex up off me quickly. "I don't think my ass would live through another one so soon. It has been a while since it was all red and hot. It's not Thomas's thing." "How about with his hips?" I asked. She came up on her knees and moved over next to me on the bed. "Oh yes, he does like to do that but with four women in the house, he's spread thin shall we say." "There aren't any other men?" She shook her head as she got down on all fours. "Not here on the island. It's one of the reasons I always tag along when he goes to Houston." "None for Via or the twins either?" I asked as I found that hard to believe. "Via was raped when she was young. That is where the twins came from. She didn't have sex again until she came to work and live here. Thomas is the only other man she has ever had that I know of." "I'm sorry to hear about the rape but the twins are so beautiful. I'm glad they were the outcome. How long have the three been here?" I asked as I got up and moved behind Vera. "Nine or ten years now. We had to keep things quiet until a year or so ago but I think they knew. Soon after their eighteenth birthday, they ended up in our bed late one night. I don't know who was more shocked, Thomas or me. Their mother just grinned and laughed." "You can't hide anything from kids," I said as I ran my hands over her ass. She shivered and lowered her upper body. "You might want to start in my sex and then..." she whispered a moment later. "And then what?" I asked sharply. She groaned and wiggled her ass. I slapped her ass. "That isn't an answer." With a louder groan, she said, "Fuck my ass!" I pushed my dick down and slipped it between her legs as I moved up close behind her. It rubbed across her clit and she groaned again. "See, that wasn't so hard to say, now was it?" She shook her head and I moved my hips back, drawing my dick back slowly. I felt the head move along her slit and then I felt the heat of her wet opening. I pressed my hips forward and my dick slowly entered her depths. She made a soft moaning sound until my hips touched her ass. She was hot, silky, and very tight even to my regular sized dick. I placed a hand on each hip and slowly fucked her with full, even strokes. She whimpered as I pulled out and moaned as I pushed back in. If her ass was much tighter than her pussy, I was in big, big trouble. I sped up and fucked her harder. If I waited until she was right on the edge of coming and then slammed my dick into her ass. We would probably both come at the same time. My plan worked pretty well except she screamed as I rammed my dick up her ass and then I had a wild woman trying to rip my dick off and crush it flat at the same time. She was coming, I was coming and we both didn't seem to be able to stop as I fucked her ass wildly. I ended up on top of her; gasping for breath, sweat rolling off my body. She was gasping just as hard. Her ass was still squeezing my shaft tightly and quivering from time to time. My dick didn't seem to want to go down. After a time, I made an effort to roll off the top of her. It worked somewhat as she followed me over until we were on our sides spoon fashion. My dick was still planted deep inside her ass. ***** I awoke to bright sunshine outside. Vera and I were still spooned up together and my dick was still in her ass. At least now it was semi hard and she wasn't squeezing it as tightly. Movement at the bedroom door caught my eye. It was one of the twins with a grin on her face, closing the door. For a second I wonder just how tight her ass might be. Then Vera squeezed my dick tightly with hers and I figured I would die in more ways that one if my dick ever ended up in either of those two young asses. Vera sighed and wiggled her ass. I groaned as it moved in her tightness just a little. The head seemed far more sensitive than it ever had been before. "Good morning," Vera whispered and wiggled her ass again. "If you don't quit wiggling your ass, I'm going to get hard again and then I'll never get it out of there," I whispered and then added, "Uh, and good morning to you." "Who said, I wanted it out of there," she whispered right back. "Eating breakfast should prove interesting this way," I said with a grin. "More like lunch," Thomas said from the garden doors. I looked his way and he grinned. "I told you she had a death grip back there." "Death grip hell, more like a velvet lined vice." I replied as he walked into the bedroom and stopped at the foot of the bed. He chuckled and nodded. "You may have to fuck her into unconsciousness again to get it out." I looked at him questioningly. "How did you know...." I started to ask. He grinned. "Two ways. One, from experience and two, from the camera in that wall over there. I told you I see everything. I even record some of it." Vera shivered and looked at her husband. "Can I talk to you a little later. I have a request to make." "I already know what it is, more or less, and yes, I agree." Thomas replied quickly. She giggled and wiggled her ass. I groaned as her tight ass moved around my dick. Thomas laughed and turned toward the Garden. With a wave of his hand, he said, "I'll catch the replay on replay. I'm having lunch." ***** It was an hour later before I got a chance to ask Vera what the conversation between her and her husband was all about. The sex was just as wild and animalistic as it had been during the night. Only this time we started on our sides and ended up that way. As our breathing calmed, I asked about it. Vera sighed and said, "I want to figure out a way you can stay with us here." Vera "And Thomas agreed," I finished for her. "Yes." "Uh, how can I put this delicately," I said and then just blurted it out. "I'm not a gigolo, I work for a living." Vera laughed and then we both groaned as her inner muscles clamped down on me tightly. "I know that and we'll figure something out. I just know that you are what we have been looking for, for a while know." She shivered and slowly moved away from me. We both groaned as my dick came grudgingly out of her ass. When it was free, she shivered hard and rolled over to face me. "Thomas is getting older and he is feeling his age and his responsibilities to me, Via, and the twins. We've talked about finding someone to take over things in the future. We are not rich but we are very comfortable. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" I looked at her hard for nearly a minute as my mind turned over my life in the states and my visit down here so far. "I've got some money put back and my job is getting old and starting to get boring," I said as an opener. "We're halfway there," Vera said with a grin. I laughed and moved over to kiss her for the first time. When the kiss broke, we both sighed. "Ok, lets get a shower and find out if your husband left us any lunch. We can all discuss this thing over dinner tonight." "I rigged the draw for desert last night," she confessed suddenly. "Well, no shit," I said and grinned. "Are you going to rig it tonight?" She grinned back at me and whispered, "I haven't decided yet." I laughed and rolled over to the edge of the bed and got up. I held out my hands and said, "Come on, lazy. We'll take a shower together and give Thomas another show maybe." She rolled toward me. As I helped her up, I asked, "He does have cameras in every room, right?" "And a half dozen more in the garden." "This is going to be a very interesting deal," I said as I took Vera's hand and led her toward the bathroom. She laughed and said, "This has been the best Valentines Day ever." "Even the Present enjoyed himself to the max," I said as we entered the shower. As I turned on the water, Vera grinned and shook her head. "You've only sampled a quarter of the delights in this family." I chuckled as I adjusted the water temperature. "Maybe I need to apply for the company health and life insurance before we go any farther." Vera wrapped her arms around me from behind and kissed my back. Her hands slipped down to cup my balls and tease my shaft. "We'll only kill you slowly." I groaned softly at the feel of her hands. "How old did you say Thomas was?" Vera laughed and kissed my back as she released my dick and balls. "Don't worry, you're going to save his life for many, many years to come." With a laugh of my own, I turned around. "But who's going to save mine?" Vera smiled at me as she went to her knees slowly. "Maybe we'll get that butler and chaffer after all," she whispered softly before she sucked my semi hard dick into her warm wet mouth. My only answer was a soft moan. Vera I thought about my grandmother and her struggles with arthritis, her mobility steadily decreasing until she died. I pictured her as a child, fit and robust, capable of all the joys of movement restricted to the young and healthy, and how, with time, her body fell apart. However, the one thing she clung to while suffering the ravages of disease was her capacity to love. I smiled to myself—perhaps Descartes was wrong: We love; therefore, we are. Yet what about poor Vera, lying cold in a casket? So much precious time had been snatched away from her. And by whom or what had she been heartlessly robbed? By God? My Faith had been cruelly stolen, and in return, I had little faith to give. By the randomness of the universe? Were the bits of stardust that made her beautiful body, mind, and spirit destined to combine and mutate into an ugly, early death? In the scheme of eternity, the difference between 23 and 83 years is insignificant—indeed, non-existent—but that thought provided little comfort. In her brief time here, Vera loved and was loved, and I was thankful to be part of that sphere. Nothing else made sense. But my amateurish philosophising was shattered by the wails and sobs from poor Nada. She was inconsolable to the point that her doctor had pumped her full of tranquillisers. But they had no effect at the funeral. Her howls—echoing throughout the church, drowning out the service—were those of a trapped, wounded animal pleading for an end to the pain. Every one of her cries ripped through the church and stabbed at my heart. At the end of the service, people queued to pay their last respects. I approached the casket with a sense of dread. A body lay in front of me, but she was gone. Her spirit had vanished. The body was dressed in an outfit that I'd never seen her wear nor could I imagine her wearing it in life. Thankfully, the green scarf that I'd bought for her wasn't part of the ensemble. Nada's final farewell with her daughter was something that I didn't want to witness. I said my goodbye's in my own way, left the coffin, and headed outside. The cold, fresh air was a relief. That was when I saw him, and my blood boiled instantly. I marched over to Gavin and loudly confronted him. "So you can finally make it now that she's dead? A little fucking late, I'd say. What would it have cost you? A few hours a week—that's all! You fucking, selfish prick! What the fuck are you doing here? Go to hell!" He grabbed my arms, trying to quieten me, but it had the opposite effect. I screeched at the top of my voice, "Let go of me! Don't touch me, you fucking self-centred asshole!" People rushed over to separate us. I fell in the process, scraping my knee. Blood seeped out, making a strange pattern on my ripped nylon. I'd made a spectacle of myself, but I was too stunned to care or feel shame. I stood, felt the brick wall at my back, and slumped against it, sliding down to sit on the cold pavement. Finally I started to cry without contrivance or regard for what others thought. The sobbing lasted for days.