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Sunburn

By: shayexhibits



I got the worst sun burn once, good thing I had some help to relieve it.

We spent the afternoon at the beach. I spent most of the day under the sun working on a tan and my friend Carrie under the shade nearby. We had just met at the movies a few weeks earlier, but both of us alone for the time being. I had just been dumped by my boyfriend and Carrie was going by herself. We ended up talking and the friendship clicked. As we drove home, Carrie sang along to the radio and my eyes kept focusing on her rather than on the road, nearly had a wreck more than once. 

The both of us were having fun and enjoyed the company. It was nice to have someone to talk to, to do things with. Any way back to it...I drove back to my apartment. When we got in the cool apartment, suddenly the slight sunburn I had felt worse. Carrie hopped into the shower. I took my suit off from under my clothes and got dressed. Carrie came back out in a large button up shirt and undies. I was sitting on the couch trying to conceal the pained look on my face. "What's wrong with you?" Carrie asked. I tried a smile, "just a sunburn, they get me every time" 

Carrie went to the cabinet and brought back some aloe. I lifted my shirt. Carrie laughed. "You're dying of a sunburn but you put your bra back on isn't that making it worse? And besides, since when do you wear a bra anyway?" Not really having an answer I just shrugged. "Take off your shirt and bra, the air on your skin will help" I did as told and took off my shirt and bra. I then laid down on the couch, causing the burn on my stomach to awaken. Carrie kneeled beside the couch on the floor and started to rub in the aloe, her cold hands felt good on my burning skin. She let the aloe sink in and sat with her back against the couch. 

She turned to look at me. "I really do appreciate you girl." I said out of the side of my mouth. "Love you too, babe" said Carrie. She reached out and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. She then leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. I loved that we were so close, the fact that we could do anything together and be comfortable was great. Carrie said "all that fresh air knocked me out, would it be all right if I take a nap?"

" I'll take you home first if you want." I told her. "Oh no, if it's alright if I stay you rest I'll sack right here, so I can keep an eye on you."

"This couch isn't comfy, and neither is the floor, if you or I are gonna sleep we can share the bed" Carrie got up and offered her hand to me. Man was I stiff from the sunburn. We headed into the bedroom and I wondered what she would do if she made a move. I wasn't sure if I should risk it and my sunburn was really starting to catch fire. "Shay, would you be more comfortable if you took off those shorts?" Carrie asked. I turned a shade of red deeper than the sunburn. I mean, was she reading my mind? She knows I never wear undies, if I took off the shorts I'd be completely naked. "I was just thinking of doing just that, Carrie, but this damn burn is really keeping me from moving much." She just smiled and started to unbutton my shorts. She was close enough I could feel her body heat reacting to my burn. She pulled on the waist to try and loosen them up. She bent down, which put her head right at waist level, she looked up apologetically and pulled them down real fast. She sat and stared at my bare pussy for a moment, I had just shaved it bald that morning because I knew we were going to the beach. Turning red, she suddenly stood up and helped me into bed. Burn or no burn I sure wanted her to attack me just then.

Instead she undid the buttons of her shirt, laying down beside me and soon fell asleep. I suddenly didn't feel tired and couldn't sleep. I really never could when she stayed over. Being in the bed with her made my mind wander, especially this time. It was the first time I had ever been naked with her in the bed, I usually put on a long shirt or something so that I didn't make her feel uncomfortable. I wonder, did she asked me to take off my shorts just to see my reaction? She knew that I never wore panties, we had talked about it several times before, she always loved the fact that I could be so brave to do it even if I wore skirts. All this and many other things were running through my head and I was now to the point where I wanted her so bad that I couldn't take it anymore. I looked over at her sleeping, she was sleeping, right? I nudged her lightly. "Carrie?"

"Yes?" she answered still half asleep. "Did you ever want to kiss another girl?"

"Shay . . . to be honest . . . I think I am bi..." she said softly, still coming out of sleep. "I have always been as attracted to girls the same way I was to guys."

"Really?" I asked incredulously, I couldn't believe that I didn't know this already, nor could I believe my luck. "So, yes" she said, as she finally opened her eyes and looked at me. With out thinking, I leaned over and kissed her. At first our lips barely touched. They just seemed to linger mere millimeters away from each other. I could smell her warm breathe and I thought I had never smelled anything so delicious. Then Carrie opened her mouth. We spent breathless minutes tasting each other, it seemed like forever, I was sucking on Carrie's tongue and then she mine, back and forth, getting ever so more intense. 

Carrie broke away and sat up, removing her shirt. Her breasts were always something to look at, so firm and perfect. I started fondling Carries breasts as she gently kissed my neck. I turned her over on to her back and I started down Carrie's neck to her chest. She then slid her hands down my back and over the curve of my ass. She slowly pushed them down, I could feel her finger tips brushing real close to my sensitive skin, where I had shaved earlier. I sucked on Carrie's breasts, forgetting to be careful of my sunburn. I tugged at her lace panties with my teeth, playfully and then pulled them off with my hands, truly enjoying the feel of her skin as I did. Carrie shivered as I traced a path down her torso with my tongue and then traveled back up to her nipples. I licked and nibbled them while listening to Carrie lay there moaning with pleasure. 

I gently traced my finger tips down her side settled them over her pubic bone. I curled Carrie's bush around my fingers. Slowly I then opened her lips with my hand and felt her wetness. I quickly found her clit with my thumb and started manipulating it to drive her crazy. I just couldn't believe how natural this felt between them, like they had been lovers for years. I had to feel inside her and placed a finger inside. Just as I did this, I felt Carrie's finger slip between my own lips, searching for my clit. 

She found it and when she rub her finger over it, I felt like an explosion hit me. I had never cum just from a single touch before and it was blowing my mind. I didn't ever want her to stop and I told her so. She continued to finger me and I her, swirling my small fingers against her wet muscles. I then took my hand out and lowered my mouth to Carries pussy. Tasting her wetness was incredible! I flicked my tongue against Carries clit, nibbling and sucking on it, all the while tracing her ass hole with my thumb. I felt her body start to buck and knew she was almost there, so I inserted my thumb into her ass and another one into her soaking hole. 

She grabbed the back of my head and pushed her pussy into my face had, nearly suffocating me. I latched on to her clit with my teeth and held it between them while flicking it as fast as I could, she started bucking so hard that we were being lifted off the bed. She started to moan a deep throaty moan and fell back onto the bed, still hold my face to her. I never stopped finger fucking her ass or biting down on her clit. I felt the waves of cum pouring from her like a fountain and refocused my attention there. I cleaned her up good, lapping up every drop of cum I could find. 

After bringing her to orgasm, Carrie decided to flip me over and return the favor by tonguing me back. She darted her tongue inside me and drew it back out. She continued to do this getting faster and deeper. It was now my turn to buck my hips against her mouth. We got into a thrusting rhythm and I came again, harder than before, I think I nearly passed out from the continuous wave after wave that hit me. She finished me off by sucking me dry. I again wanted to return the favor to her, I hadn't had enough of that beautiful pussy yet, but was really tired from the sun and all the activities we had just gone through. When I looked up at her, she was already asleep. Her head was still between my legs and I could feel her breath on my clit. I stroked her hair until I fell asleep myself

I woke a few hour later to her sucking my clit into her mouth...

Sunburn



Sunburn

Chapter One

The old expression that Boys Will Be Boys was never more clear to Alex Barnett than the Sunday afternoon when her eighteen year old son came home from an overnight outing at a local lake with some friends. It was almost one that afternoon when Craig walked into the family room, still dressed in a bathing suit. It was evident by the pain etched in his face that the simple act of walking was excruciating and the thirty-nine-year old mother gasped in surprise.

Alex and her husband had been sitting in the family room watching television and the two adults stared at their son with shocked expressions. The slender young man, who had left with friends the morning before with pale skin, now resembled a boiled lobster. Had it not been for the evident pain that Craig obviously felt it might have been funny.

George and Alex leaped from their chairs and hurried to the side of their son and helped him upstairs to his bedroom. Their family physician, a good friend of George's, agreed to stop by and look at Craig. Since George and Dr. Benson were part of a foursome that had a two 0'clock tee time at the country club at three, stopping by the Barnett home was not a problem. George and Dr. Benson would leave from there for the club.

"It's just your everyday sunburn," Dr. Benson pronounced with a chuckle after a quick examination. "It won't kill him but it's gonna hurt."

"That's a relief," Alex sighed audibly.

"I brought some samples, Alex, of a good cream that should alleviate much of the pain and help him through it. It's over the counter so you can pick up a tube at Grady's Pharmacy if you run out."

"He's going to be alright?" George asked his voice filled with concern.

"Yeah. He'll be great in a few days. But you're going to peal like fruit, young man," he grinned down at Craig. Then he turned his attention back to Alex and George. "One of you will have to apply the cream until the pain lessens."

"I'll take care of him," Alex said.

"Ok. My work is done. You ready to beat those bastards at a round of golf, George?"

"Robbie and Jack don't have a chance," George laughed.

George and Dr. Benson left for the club and Alex settled into help her son. She breathed a thankful sigh of relief that Craig's sunburn wasn't as bad as she and her husband had originally thought. She told her son to take off the skimpy looking bathing suit and roll over onto his stomach so she could apply some of the cream to his back and the back of his legs. She left to get a washcloth from the hall bathroom so she could wipe the excess medicine from her hands once she was finished. When she returned to her son's room, she found Craig struggling to remove the tight bathing suit. It was apparent that the eighteen-year-old young man was in too much pain to do even something as simple as undress.

"Here. Let me help," she said quickly.

It wasn't as easy as she thought. Alex could see the pain on Craig's face as she slowly prodded and pulled the bathing suit off his hips and down his legs. She even had to lift his feet to completely remove the swim trunks. She was so busy that she hadn't really paid much attention to the fact that Craig held his hands cupped between his legs to hide his cock and balls from his mother. When she had the trunks off, he rolled over as quickly as possible, which wasn't that fast.

Alex started with Craig's shoulders and worked her way down his beet red back. His skin was hot to the touch and the cool cream elicited low, satisfying sounds from him. Alex's soft hands worked slowly, taking care not to cause any more pain than necessary. When she finished with her son's legs, she asked him to roll over. Slowly, the young man complied and Alex understood immediately that he was embarrassed since he would be exposed to his mother.

Alex nearly gasped when she saw her son's cock. Even flaccid, Craig's cock was impressive. Maybe it was because he was her son and the last time she had seen her son naked he hadn't been nearly as well endowed. Her eyes met Craig's briefly and she saw the unease he felt at being exposed in front of her. That, she knew, was understandable but there was nothing she could do since someone had to apply the medicinal cream to his tortured skin.

Alex worked the cream into the red skin of Craig's chest and stomach with fingers that had become a little hesitant to touch him. It was impossible to keep her gaze from his cock and it came as a shock when she saw it twitch and begin to grow. She held her breath as she rubbed his stomach slowly, her eyes staring wide and disbelieving when he was finally hard and throbbing. 

Craig's cock was huge! Before George, Alex had only had sex with one man and she had never seen, nor believed a man's cock could be so big and fat. Later, she would learn that her son's cock, when fully erect, was an astonishing nine and a half inches long and nearly three inches wide. 

Shaking her head and bringing herself back to reality, the incredulous mother began working the cream into the skin of Craig's legs. Her pulse had quickened noticeably and her breathing was labored as she fought to keep her gaze from her son's massive manhood. When she began working on his thighs, though, it was impossible not to look. The way his balls rolled slowly when she worked on his thighs nearly took her breath away.

"Ok, bud!" she said, feigning an ordinary voice as she quickly pulled the top sheet over his naked body.

"Uh, thanks, mom." Craig could barely meet her eyes.

"No problem, kiddo," she smiled. "I'll be back later to check on you. Is there anything special you'd like for dinner tonight?"

He shook his head. "Anything will be fine, mom."

A very uncomfortable Alex left her son's room and headed back downstairs to the family room. She sat in her recliner for a long while, unable to do anything as her mind replayed what she had seen. Wasn't it natural for a young man – or any man - to get an erection in a situation like her son had been in? Sort of a physiological problem? George told her he'd had a similar problem the time he was being prepped by a young nurse just prior to an operation and there was nothing he could do to prevent an erection. It had been embarrassing for him as Craig had been embarrassed a few minutes ago.

So it was obvious that she had not aroused her son, and that he had wanted to have sex with his own mother. It had simply been a quirk of the mind, something he'd had no control over. Still, the image of such an enormous and gorgeous cock would not leave her head.

Chapter Two

Later that evening after Alex fed Craig, cleaned the kitchen and watched television with her husband, she sat on the sofa thinking about all of the nasty thoughts she knew she shouldn't be thinking. Earlier, as she applied more ointment to Craig's sunburned skin, he again became aroused again. It caused her to think that maybe the first time hadn't been a fluke after all, that her son was really aroused by her. It was a disturbing thought.

The strange thing for Alex was that she didn't seem to feel the same remorse and guilt she had when thoughts of her son's hard cock first came to mind. Maybe, she thought, she didn't feel guilt and remorse – at least not as intensely – because the state of her arousal masked those feelings. Maybe she really did want to touch his manhood.

The thoughts, though, had been there all afternoon. Nothing she could do chased them out of her mind, at least not for long. Alex tried thinking of anything, whether it was gross, sad or anything terrible, but nothing worked. And by the time she stood in front of the stove that evening, preparing supper, images of her son's gigantic cock stayed in her mind's eye. And before long all she could think about was having him. It was wrong, wicked and she should be ashamed of herself but suddenly the need to be with her son in a carnal way was simply to great.

"Well, it's time to go to bed," George said, breaking her reverie.

"Yeah. I think I'll take a quick shower and check on Craig.

"Good idea. See you in the morning.

Alex felt terrible as she watched her husband head toward the stairs. It was bad enough to cheat on your husband, she realized, but to do it with your own son was the epitome of heartlessness. And even that knowledge, she learned, wasn't enough to dissuade her. By the time she finished showering and drying her short brown hair, George was in bed sound asleep. 

Craig was lying in bed staring at the ceiling when she walked into his room. She smiled at him and sat down on the bed. Only a top sheet covered his body and she knew he was nude under it. Her eyes glanced briefly and saw how the sheet revealed the slight bulge of her son's limp cock. She looked away quickly, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.

"Well," she said brightly. "How are you feeling?"

"I still hurt." Craig grinned at her. "I guess I screwed up."

"Oh, I don't know," Alex smiled at her son. "Maybe next time, though, you'll remember not to spend so much time in the son until you at least get a little brown."

"I don't think there's gonna be another time. Once is enough."

During the exchange it had been difficult for Alex to keep her gaze from Craig's midsection. Thoughts of what it would feel like in her mouth, what his cum would taste like and how it would feel to have her son's fat, hard cock pushing into her pussy would not go away. She was ashamed, yet strangely aroused with what she knew lay under the top sheet. Her pulse quickened and her breath became irregular as she sat so close to her son. 

"You, um, want me to put more cream on you?" 

Alex heard the telltale sound of her voice that revealed how she felt. And she could see in Craig's face that he'd heard the tone of her words as well. She was certain that her son knew that she wanted more than just to put cream on his skin. 

"Yeah, sure."

"Ok. I'll, ah, just get the cream and be right back." She stood and moved to the door. "Roll over onto your back."

Her legs felt like rubber as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. She reached into the medicine cabinet with hands that trembled badly and nearly dropped the tube of ointment that Dr. Benson had given her earlier. When she got back to the room, Craig was on his back and he'd pushed the sheet down and off his body.

She pulled a chair close to the bed and set everything she'd brought on it, then took the ointment and began to apply it to his back. She worked the cream slowly into the skin of his shoulders and back, then moved down to his legs. Her heart beat fast and hard and Alex felt lightheaded. Her mouth was dry as she anticipated seeing his cock again; hoping that the first time hadn't been just a fluke and it would be limp this time.

"Ok. You can roll over now."

When Craig rolled over onto his back, Alex sucked in a big breath. He was hard again! Even the jolt of shame that struck at the moment when she looked at his hard cock with wide, pleased eyes seemed small and inconsequential. She stared at it for a long, shameless moment before she finally began to rub cream onto his sunburned arms and chest. She knew at that moment that she wanted it and forced herself to open her mouth and say the words that didn't come easy/

"I, um, like what I see," she said in a voice that reverberated with nervousness. She locked eyes with Craig and saw that he understood what she meant.

"You do?"

She nodded. "Tell me why you're aroused."

"Because I like you touching me." Craig's face colored and he added, "I also like you seeing me, you know..."

"It makes you hard to expose your cock to me?" She asked softly.

"Yes."

Alex was quiet for a moment, and then she said in a very soft voice, "I'm your mom."

"I know but I've been attracted to you for a long time."

Alex began applying the ointment to her son's legs. Her pulse raced as she stared at her son's hard cock. She replayed Craig's words in her head as she gently rubbed the cream into his hot, red skin. He was attracted to her and that didn't make what she wanted to do with him right. Still, it made her decision easier. And his revelation that being exposed to her, his cock hard and throbbing, seemed so wicked and sexy that she could hardly breathe.

"There is one thing I want you to know," she said, then locked eyes with her son again. "I'm not a whore."

"I know, mom. But you're so hot, so desirable that I can't help wanting you."

Alex finished Craig's thighs and screwed the cap back on the tube of ointment. She reached for the damp cloth and wiped her hands, then dropped it on the chair. With her eyes on her son's face, Alex laid a soft hand on Craig's cock and gently caressed the long, fat shaft. He gasped softly and she took it in one hand.

"No one can ever know about this." Her voice was shaky with lust.

"I know."

"It's so beautiful!" she exclaimed softly as she began to slowly pump his cock. "So big and beautiful!"

"Oh, that feels so good!" Craig gasped.

Alex lowered her head until her mouth was little more than an inch above her son's manhood. She could smell the slight musky scent of him and she breathed deeply. Then she breathed deeply and began to lick his shaft slowly from the base to just under the enormous purple head. She couldn't actually believe that she was licking her son's cock!

When she took him into her mouth, Craig groaned. She could tell by the sound that his teeth were clenched to keep from making much noise. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting and reveling in the flavor of his pre cum. With one hand slowly jacking his fat shaft, she bobbed her head up and down, letting her tongue swirl and caress his sensitive head.

She was on fire. Never had she done something like this to another man, or even thought of doing it with her son! She realized quickly that it was the knowledge that she was committing incest, doing something that was so wrong that society had long ago abandoned it as depraved that made her feel so hot and aroused.

She took her son's cock from her mouth when she was sure he was close to an orgasm. She didn't want him to cum – not yet. She had other plans for her son's huge manhood. Alex stood and quickly shrugged out of the robe and smiled down at Craig as she saw his eyes widen. She was naked and she stood shamelessly in front of him as he devoured her nude body with his wide, incredulous eyes. She had know he would like her body; her pale skin was flawless, her heavy tits still without much sag and the light brown patch of her pubic hair was trimmed neatly, exposing the pink, wet lips.

"You like what you see?" she asked with a grin.

"Oh, yeah!"

"I'm glad," she said as she helped him into a sitting position so he could lean back against the headboard. Then she gently got astride his hips and lowered her ass until her pussy lips pressed snugly against the fat shaft. She cupped both of her breasts and smiled. In a thick, lust filled voice, she asked, "Would you like to suck my tits, baby?"

Craig's only response was a groan of ecstasy as he reached for and cupped his mother's heavy tits in his hands. She leaned forward a bit and gasped with pleasure when Craig's tongue escaped from his mouth and flicked the hard, fat nipple of her left tit. She moaned softly, her lust mounting as her son alternately sucked and nibbled her sensitive nipples. 

Alex leaned her head back and lightly grasped her son's head with her hands. His tongue and lips and teeth were sending shivers of delight deep into her tummy. She reached down and took his hard cock in one hand and began to slowly stroke its fat shaft, occasionally rubbing a thumb over the pre cum slick head. When she could take no more, Alex raised up and rubbed the head of Craig's cock along the wet slit of her pussy. Then she slowly lowered her ass and gasped loudly as the massive head spread her swollen lips and began to penetrate her pussy.

"So good!" she murmured, excitedly.

"You feel good, mom!" Craig's voice was tremulous and revealed the intense pleasure his mother's pussy gave him as she slowly rode his cock.

"I'm glad you like it."

His hands were on her tits, kneading and toying with them, the fingers pinching and pulling the fat nipples. Alex was careful as she fucked her son's cock, working hard to keep from hurting his sunburned skin. When she looked into his eyes, though, it was apparent that Craig was feeling no pain.

"Fuck me, mom!" he hissed. "Fuck my cock! Let me cum in you!"

"Yes! Oh, yes, baby! You make mommy feel so good, driving your hard dick in me."

"Kiss me, mom!" Craig blurted as he took her head in his hands.

Alex was startled. Her first thought was that kissing, especially tongue kissing was something that lovers do. Then, just as suddenly, she realized that fucking her son was also something that lovers do. She leaned forward and touched his lips with hers. With a long, low, animal groan she parted her lips and took his tongue deep into her mouth. They kissed with wild abandon, their tongues caressing and exploring. Suddenly, it all felt right and Alex felt her desire increase substantially.

She began to rock her hips harder, faster, searching for that mind-numbing climax she knew would hit soon. She couldn't believe how nice her son felt inside of her; so full from the enormous girth of the fat shaft and huge length. Up and down she rode his cock as they continued to kiss with the intensity of a storm. She could barely contain the force of her desires and it was all she could do to keep from screaming.

"I don't think I can hold off much longer, mom," Craig groaned. "I'm gonna cum soon."

"Cum in me, baby." Alex kissed his eyes and cheeks. "I want your cum in me, Craig! Please cum in me!"

"Oh, mom!"

Suddenly, without another word, Craig lifted his ass off the mattress and grabbed his mother's hips as he began to forcefully drive his hard cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. She could feel her own orgasm approaching and she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. Then her son shoved his cock back into her one last time, hard and fast, and she felt him explode deep inside of her. 

When the second rope of cum exploded into her pussy, Alex mashed her lips to Craig's lips and began kissing him wildly as she began to cum. She sucked his tongue as tiny whimpering noises escaped her mouth. It seemed to last forever and felt more wonderful than anything she had ever felt in her life. When it was over, when both were finally spent, she didn't move.

Alex sat astride her son for a long while as his seed slowly dripped from her pussy. It was the most incredible experience of her life. Right or wrong, she had loved every minute of making love to her son. As she sat astride his hips a string of fear began to unravel deep in her tummy. As much as she loved what they had done she realized that this would most likely be the last time. Now that they had made love Craig would undoubtedly come to his senses; she was not only his mother but also much older than he was and the first time was simply a novel experience for him. 

"I, um, hope this isn't, well, you know, gonna be the last time," he blurted. Craig's voice was hesitant, almost timid.

Alex raised up and searched her son's face. She was stunned. For a moment, a long and uncomfortable moment, she had been afraid that he would not want her any more now that he'd had her this once. She let a smile touch her beautiful, full lips.

"I'm yours as long as you want me, darling." 



Sunburn



The park was packed with people, basking in the heat of the late afternoon sun. A random scattering of blankets and bodies. Some at play, others at lazy rest. And a couple... well, like swans on the nearby lake, their slow, unhurried moves gave no hint of the frantic thoughts paddling beneath the surface.

Sandra and Andy lay side by side on the thin quilt, an island of contemplative bliss in the sea of green grass. She on her back, the straps of her flimsy dress pulled off her slender shoulders so the tan would hopefully be even-ish there. He, in shorts, lay on his front. With a subtle unhurried loll Sandra flipped over, twitched her straps again and, chin on crossed arms, whispered, "Time to turn, lover. Or your back'll burn."

There was an awkward pause, the only sound muffled distant cries of people at play, birds singing, and bodies sizzling.

"I can't." Andy finally whispered back.

After a moment's further considering, Sandra eased over on her side and hitched her head on her hand. "Worried I might tickle your tum?" she said teasingly, and began to tip-toe two fingers over his reddening, sweatened spine.

"Worried you might tickle more than that." he gasped. "I'm as hard as fuck. Must be the heat"

A smile played over Sandra's lips, like the shadow of a solitary cloud passing over the hot land. Sultry sensuality added to the burning of her body.

"We could... y'know, always go back to the car?" she suggested. Cramped, but a bit more private. Almost.

Andy hissed, "I daren't get up. It feels huge and very very obvious."

"Now you're just teasing." Sandra sighed, the urge of desire raising the bar of her libido. And she eased him up briefly, noticing the massive bulge under him before he flicked her away. Yep, very obvious.

"You need to do something about that." Sandra said.

"Well I'm open to suggestions." Andy replied. So, Sandra considered, was she. Very open.

She thought a few more moments. There wasn't a raincloud in the wide blue sky but she was getting wet. Drenched almost, at the tantalising tickle of thought focused on the enormous erection hidden under Andy. Then, with a toss of her dark reddish hair, she called, "Be right back!" and skipped off in the direction of the car pack. 

Trapped by his turmoil, Andy could only lie there, back blistering and the heat making him ever harder, even more huge. The brief moments felt like an eternity before her shadow once again fell over him. From his low viewpoint, he could see up the thin dress, his gaze running wildly past the reddened thighs to the untouched-by-sun pale skin above. A patch of trimmed dark fluffiness, with a hint of moisture glistening as it caught some shining sunbeams through the light fabric.

Pretending it was a hanky, she dropped the panties in front of him and, blown by the slight summer breeze, the subtle scent of her drifted into her nostrils. The coloured cotton had dampness on it, drying now, but a sign almost as obvious as his of the arousal that had caused them.

She knelt beside him, and he could now see she carried a towel, a couple of tubes and a small packet. The coconut scent of the factor 20 being massaged onto him mixed with her own.

"I don't see how that helps... " Andy began, but then she was flipping him over, the towel covering his midriff. As one hand rubbed a bit more lotion on his chest, the other slipped under the towel, fumbling with the button and zip. His eyes widened.

"What the fuck are you...?" He hissed, but she put her coconut scented finger to his lips and ran her palm under his bum, indicating he should lift a bit so the shorts could be slipped lower. He did as her hand bid, and brief tugs did the rest. The towel sprung up slightly in front of her as unseen pressing hardness pushed it up.

Quickly slapping some more lotion on her fingers, she swung her knee over, straddling the towel. Sandra's eyes said everything as once more she sensually massaged it on him. Then handed him the other tube. Your turn, she smiled. And from behind, eased the towel away from under her.

Andy peered at the clear tube of lube. Ooooh. Did she really need any, seeing how wet she was? She continued to rub lotion on his arms while her thighs hovered just over him, hidden by the dress. No-one nearby knew there was no longer any barrier of undies. He squeezed a cool clear worm from the tube and as casually he could run his hand under the hem, to smooth it on his naked cock and the hot folds that ached to embrace it. He started to guide it up but she gripped his shoulder in a firm 'no'. 

"Let me find you." she whispered, as she continued to massage and finger his chest. To all around her, the slow wiggling of her hips was just as playful, the spread of hem hiding the fact she was also caressing his cock with her warm wet folds. Couldn't see as she leant forward to kiss him, so the burning tip at last sprung up and in, and with a lazy move she settled back, letting her smile say everything as he slowly filled her, as she satisfyingly surrounded him. The lube eased all friction, a soothing balm to both their heat but which made the joining all the more blissful.

There could be no wild, powerful pounding or writhing in so public a place so Sandra let her twat do the work, a lil twitch there, soft squeezes on his stiff shaft, and within her, Andy trembled and quivered in response. His heat burned into her like the sun on her back as slowly, almost imperceptibly, her thighs rocked over his hips. As she had massaged his hot burnt body with her hands, now her intimacies caressed his horny heat and used her own lotion to soothe him.

Raw ripples of rapture slowly brought Andy to an unhurried climax, as the sun dipped behind the high trees edging the park and long shadows started to cover their naughtiness. Most people, now done to a turn on the public barbecue, had packed up to go and complain about how burnt they were, leaving the coupled couple to finish their slow furtive fuck. Andy bit his lip, closed his eyes and gasped as Sandra gripped his girth one last lingering time and sent him over the edge. Now it was his turn to squirt some lotion, to massage her insides with a burning blissful balm. Her fingers gently clawed his chest to tell him how good that was, as her thighs trembled and bare toes curled with the effort of keeping her own orgasm obscured. And at long last, his enormously erotic erection slowly melted from her heat, softening to a stickily small size that was less embarrassing.

Savoring the last of his shrinking swelter, Sandra opened the packet of tissues and knelt up so Andy plopped out of her, and they continued to use the curtain of her dress to hide the mopping up, and ease his shorts back up. Who mattered if there were saucy splashes of dubious nature on his shorts and her dress as they packed up... that the coconut scent was tinged with a sharpness only the initiated would recognise. 

After all that lotion gets everywhere.



Sunburn



"Please help me remember... Did I warn you about this?"

"...Yeah."

"And did you listen?"

"No."

"And did that do you any good?"

"No."

"But when you don't listen to me it usually works out fine for you, doesn't it?"

"No...Will this go on for long or are you planning to help me anytime soon?"

"Now, isn't that the nicest way of asking me to clean up after you, as usual."

"FINE! Would you please, PLEASE, help me with my sunburn?"

I sighed. It had always been this way between us. I warned her about doing something stupid and she always ended up doing it anyway. You would think listening to your big brother isn't so hard, but it was like it was impossible for her. Now it wouldn't have bothered me that much if I wasn't the one who had to fix everything each time she did something without thinking. Our parents, God knows why, seemed to think that it's my job to take care of my sister, no matter how hard the task may come. 

And hell, was it hard. When she was small, she was one of those reckless tree-climbing but clumsy as hell tomboy. I can't remember how many times I had to climb up myself and get her down when she cried when remembering that everything that goes up must come down. I thought that my job would be easier when she got older. She sure stopped climbing onto trees, but that's probably only because her boobs got in the way. She had found a brand new way of getting in trouble, she just went and became the hottest chick in town. Perfect figure and silhouette, great tits, an ass to die for, not that I was glancing at it, but I would have to be blind not to notice. She sure lost her crybaby side, only to replace it with big puppy eyes she had absolutely no shame using when the situation needed it. Never to get out of trouble herself though, no. Only on me, for me to clean up her mess. It's not like I had the choice anyway, but she enjoyed pretending that I was doing her a favor.

So here we were. Of course I had warned her that, with her pale skin, putting sunscreen only once before going to the beach wasn't enough. Of course she had said that she would be fine and that I worried too much. Of course she came back with the most crimson back I had ever seen. And, of course, I was the one who had to fix that.

"Get the biafine and --that tube on the table- and some milk and a napkin."

"That thing is brand new, isn't it?"

"Well, something told me that I would need it by the end of the day so I went to the drugstore I bought it. I wonder why I was worried though, you sounded so sure when you left this morning."

"Yeah, right, be a smartass." ,she said when coming back with everything. "Now, what do I have to do with all this?"

"What do you..." ,I rolled my eyes at how clueless she could be sometimes. "Well, dear sister, you just have to pass that lotion on your whole back for starters, easy right?"

"Damn, I get it! You have to pass me the lotion! Why do you need to be such a jerk about this?"

"Cause if I have to fix it every time you do something stupid, I sure as hell don't have to do it nicely as well. Damn, Gwen, I won't always be there to clean up your mess."

"I know that..."

"Like hell you do! Would we be in this situation if you did?"

"..."

"Right. Now lie on the couch and let's get over with this."

She gave up and let herself fall loudly on the couch, probably pouting but I couldn't care less. I took the biafine and straddled her. I poured a good amount of the product directly on her back.

"Hey! First, what's this?"

"It's perfect for burns and irritations. Exactly what we need right now, in shorts."

"Do you have to put on so much?"

"Do I?" ,I lightly flicked her red skin with my fingers.

"Ouch!"

"Oh? Maybe I'll put some more."

"Jerk!"

"You already said that."

I put down the biafine and started rubbing it all over her back.

"Ouch! Be gentle, Tom!"

"Oh but wouldn't it be a much better lesson if I made it painful?"

"Please?" There! Puppy eyes. I was wondering when she would end up using them. She was just waiting for the best moment to show her trump card. As hard as I tried, I knew I couldn't resist. So I slowed down my rubbing and started massaging her back gently.

"Thanks."

"Whatever."

I sighed with exasperation noticing how hot her skin was. She got off lucky once more. A little more and we would have been in a hospital room by now.

While I was slowly rubbing her back, I realized how smooth her skin felt. It was pretty amazing to search for imperfections without finding any. My anger quickly cooled down as I was exploring her perfect back with my hands. I stroked her neck and went slowly all the way down to her hips. I was amazed by how tantalizing her curves were, even with a ridiculously red back. I stroked all the way back to her neck and she sighed deeply. I felt her body relax completely while I was rubbing her shoulders lightly. At one point my fingers got caught up in her swimsuit top and when I got them off, she just reached for the knot with her hands and undid it without a word. She lifted her body up a bit, took off the piece of clothing and threw it on the floor. I didn't say anything, even when I saw the side of her breast dangerously sticking out on the side when her weight pressed her naked boobs on the couch. I was sweating a lot, the heat from her body soon had me suffocating and I took off my shirt. I went back to rubbing the medicine, knowing perfectly that I should have been done a while ago. I tried to ignore how tight my pants were starting to feel and applied the biafine, focusing on where her the swimsuit previously was. I got reckless and started rubbing her side, dangerously close to her breast. She didn't say a word, nor indicated that I was doing something wrong so I got even bolder and brushed she side of her breasts for a few seconds. I nearly came in my pants when she suddenly cooed and quickly stopped fooling around and started to get off her.

"Hey, my legs and thighs got burned too." ,she said looking back at me, almost flashing me her boobs. Was she so careless around boys?

"You can do them yourself, can't you?" I needed to get the hell out of there before she noticed my "issue" down there.

"Not the back?"

I sighed again. She was right and it would have seemed weird to stop at that point.

I backed up to the end of the couch and held my breath. What a sight! In front of me was the most perfect, inviting piece of ass I had ever glanced upon and on top of that a wonderful pair of thighs, slightly parted, just enough to give me a crystal clear view of the most tempting cameltoe ever. She was sweating a lot due to the heat of her skin and she looked like nothing less than an oiled goddess. The red of her skin didn't make her any less hot, and my boner was raging in my pants.

"Well?" she asked. Shit! I thought, believing I got caught glaring at my sister's ass. But she hadn't looked back and I quickly poured the biafine on her legs. I started rubbing one leg vividly.

"Tom! Gentle please?!"

"Oh, yeah...sorry."

I slowed down and took my time to pass the lotion on every single inch of burned skin I could find. I tried to avert my eyes for a while but they eventually got back to her tight ass. She was wearing a bikini and a good part of her cheeks was burned as well. It kinda looked like she had just been spanked pretty hard and the idea made my dick twitch in my boxers. I was starting to feel light headed from the heat of her body, or maybe from the lack of blood in mine due to the raging hard on I was sporting. When I reached her thigh I quickly noticed that the heat had suddenly increased. I felt her tense when I started rubbing the inside of her thighs. I was stroking up and down slowly. Each time I went up, she took a quick and deep breath, and expired slowly when I went back down. I got hypnotized by that reaction and kept on rubbing her inner thighs. Each time I was increasing the amount of skin I was rubbing and got closer to the forbidden spot inch by inch. Her breathing was loud now and she held her breath each time I got close to her mound. I finally had my thumbs on each side of her pussy and I couldn't believe how hot it was there. The heat was almost burning, yet I knew she hadn't been burnt there. I was now too close to her ass to keep going without touching it. I just stopped there, waiting.

"Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"Come on, it's burned too."

"...Yeah."

She hadn't made a single move since I started rubbing her legs but she sounded breathless. I inhaled deeply and slowly placed my hands on the most burning hot ass there ever was. It was perfect. I could come up with words like tight, round, perky, smooth and more but the word perfect says all that. Rubbing that perfect ass was the best feeling I had ever experienced so far. The fact that it belonged to my little sister was the most disturbing yet incredibly arousing thought that crossed my mind then. I was hard as rock, hell I was hard as steel! There was no gentleness in the way I was touching her ass. Rubbing it, grabbing it, even spreading her cheeks apart, I lost control. She was breathing fast now, and her thighs parted each time I grabbed her ass cheeks firmly. The swimsuit soon got in my lustful way and I don't know how I managed to stop myself there. I waited for what seemed like the longest five seconds of my whole life.

Then she did it.

She slowly reached for one of the knots on her swimsuit and undid it. Then she simply let down her hand along her body and waited silently. That moment is carved in my mind forever. That was the moment she acknowledged what was going on between us and simply accepted it.

I slowly lifted the piece of cloth that was hiding her marvelous ass and gasped at the sight. That part of her skin was so white compared to the rest of her body that there was absolutely no way not to look. It was like a target for my eyes, they were glued to her tush. I simply let the swimsuit fall down on the side and got my hand on her ass once more. I spread her cheeks apart and looked at her tightest hole, twitching at me in the most perverted way ever. I rubbed the inside of her cheeks with my thumb, up and down, only stopping close by her pussy. I don't know why but I was so fascinated by that little rosebud that any other part of her body had lost my interest. I saw her move her hand to reach between her thighs and she started rubbing her pussy. I rubbed between her ass faster and she started bucking her hips in a slow motion. I stopped my thumb on her little hole and started pressing. She moaned, her first sound since I had lost control on her hot body, and her cheeks closed on my finger. She held her middle finger on her pussy and waited. I pushed with my thumb, feeling it enter the hottest place it had ever visited while my sister pushed her own finger inside her pussy. She was grunting now, louder each time I was going further inside her ass. I soon had my whole thumb in her and started to move it furiously inside her. Then she simply lost it. She shoved another finger in her cunt and started shaking her hips like crazy while I felt her sphincter crushing my thumb. She cried loudly in her orgasm, grabbing the couch with her free hand. 

"Ohhhh Tom!*gasp* TOM what are you...TOM!!!!!! YEAHHHHH!!!!!!!"

I felt her hole release my finger in a pop and simply watched her fell down on the couch, breathing loudly while recovering. My cock was aching now and I knew I had to deal with it or it would simply blow up in my pants. I was amazed by how hard I had just made my little sister, by how hard I wanted to fuck that spoiled little brat. I couldn't take it anymore. I took off my pants and boxers in one go, grabbed my burning cock and placed it between her ass cheeks, right on her hole.

"TOM?! You're not thinking of... No... NO! Tom, please? I'm not ready!"

"You want this."

"What? No!"

"Yes you do, you little brat. I always had to clean up your mess, to get you out of trouble. And you ENJOYED it, didn't you?!" I pressed harder on her hole, feeling it spread on the tip of my cock.

"NO!!! TOM I swear! Stop please!"

"YES you did! You enjoyed having me around to fix everything for you, well now there seems to be a whole new thing you need me to fix." I pushed the head of my cock inside her ass, feeling it clutch around it furiously.

"TOM!!!!!! NO!!! You can't! I'm your sister!"

"YES you are! My bratty little sister, always getting me in trouble! But that's not all you are, is it? You're a slut!" Another inch further inside her.

"NO!!!"

"YES!!! A little slut! A cock tease, who likes getting her big brother in trouble, doesn't she?"

"No...Tom...please..." She was crying, but that's not the only thing I read on her face.

"Say it! Say that you're a little slut!"

"...No..."

"COME ON!" I smacked her reddish ass.

"OUCH!!! Tom! Please!!!"

"SAY IT!" Another slap on her cheek.

"OUCH!!!!"

I kept on smacking her cheeks. I had totally lost control. My mind was blank and only my darkest instincts seemed to be able to make my body move.

"ARGH!!!TOM!!!!OUCH!!!! Pleas-OUCH!!!TOoooohm!!!!" She was bucking her hips now, reaching for my hand each time I slapped her. My cock was halfway in her ass and I could feel it crush it furiously at each slap.

"That's it, you little slut!"

*SMACK*

"OHHHHH"

"Say it now!" 

*SMACK*

"YES!!!!"

"Yes what?!"

*SMACK*

"I'm a slut!" I stopped smacking her ass, now crimson and burning hot.

"A dirty slut!"

"A *gasp* dirty slut."

"MY dirty slut."

"All yours..."

"And what do you want, slut?"

"I don't know..."

*SMACK*

"SAY IT!"

"Oooooh! Your cock!"

"WHERE?"

"In *moan* my slutty ass!"

"Do you want to be punished?"

"Yeeeeeeees!" Her fingers got back on her pussy and she started fingering it like crazy.

"Have you been bad?"

"Yes, very bad!"

"Do you want your big brother to punish you?" She went wild hearing that.

"GOD YES! Punish me! Punish your slutty little sister with your big cock! Oh TOM! I need it! I need it now! COME ON!"

"SAY IT!" I was at my limit.

"FUCK ME!"

I shoved the other half of my dick in her ass in one thrust. I put in so much force that I fell on her while she was screaming from both pain and pleasure. I quickly recovered and started pumping my cock in and out of her.

"GAAAAAAAAAWWWD! TOOOOOOM!!!!!!" She was so tight it was painful to get my whole dick inside, but it was the most powerful sensation I had ever felt. It was so intense I was almost fainting each time she was squeezing my rod. I thrust my hips harder and harder.

"TOOOOOMMMMMM! FASTER!!! HARDER!!!!"

So I did. Taping in my inner strength I simply got wild in her ass.

"FUCK MY ASS, TOM! SHOW ME! SHOW ME! TEACH ME! TEACH YOUR BAD LITTLE SISTER!"

I was getting close, I couldn't believe how long I had held it in the first place.

"I'm close, slut! I'm about to fill up your little ass with my hot cream!"

"OOOOH YES! TOM! That's what I need! I need you to fill me up! PLEASE! DO IT! Fill it up! My ass! Your little sister's ass! For all those years! I loved every single time I had you in trouble because of me! I LOVED IT!"

"OHHHH FFFFUUUUUUUCK!!!"

I shoved her face on the couch and fucked her ass the hardest way I possibly could. Drilling my cock in her, pumping it. The couch was banging on the wall each time my body was smacking on her ass cheeks. 

"MFFFFFFFFFF!!! MMMFFFFFFFFF!"

Then it happened. I quickly grabbed her hair and pulled hard as I thrust my cock one last time in her ass to finally let it explode.

"TAKE IT! YOU SLUT!"

"MMFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCC KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!"

I felt her ass clench harder than ever, while she was having the most world shattering orgasm ever. Shoving her ass on my cock, trying to push it the deepest she could, while hot cream was bursting inside her.

"Yeeeeessss*gasp* I can feel it *gasp* It's so warm..."

We fell back down, her still burning back on my chest, her still burning ass on my cock. We stayed like this for a while. Then she simply stood up, took her swimsuit, the bowl full of milk and the napkin and just climbed up the stairs to her room without a word, not even a single glance. The morning after that, reality had already came back and I was fearing that I had done something unforgivable. I went in the kitchen to find both my mom and my sister talking.

"So, how is your sunburn?" My heart stopped. My sister saw me standing there and smiled.

"Well, Tom took care of it yesterday but my back is still sore. I hope he won't mind helping me again today."

I sighed... Again, she was getting me in trouble for her own little pleasure.



Sunburned



We're cuddled close together on the couch on a hot summer evening. We've both been working in the yard all day. The air smells of freshly cut grass as it wafts through the house on a warm, gentle breeze. We've both showered, but it's too hot to get dressed. You're naked skin is pressed against mine, as we lounge in our underwear. Your hair is still wet from the shower. I gently turn you away from me and take the brush from your hand. Pulling your wet hair off your shoulder, I begin to brush it for you with long, gentle strokes. I love your hair! It's so smooth and silky. I love the way it feels when it glides between my fingertips. And when you rest with your head on my chest, it's like heaven to feel its cool softness against my skin.

The sun has baked your soft shoulders. It's obvious that you're going to be sore. But I DID warn you about working on your flowers with only your bathing suit on. ("Maybe one day you'll listen to me!" I wink silently to myself). Satisfied that your hair is free of knots, I put the brush on the coffee table and reach for my gin and tonic. The glass is sweating--moist and slick on the outside. The generous wedge of lime floats helplessly at the bottom of the glass. The drink is so cold and the taste is very refreshing. I offer you a drink, but you decline. As I withdraw the drink, the outside of the glass brushes lightly against your red shoulder. You shiver and I notice that your nipples harden immediately.

"I'm sorry baby." And I truly am. But the sight of your rigid nipples gives me an idea, as a little shiver rocks through your body--and spreads to mine.

I reach into the glass and take out one of the frigid cubes. starting at the side of your neck, I start to run the ice cube slowly downward to your shoulder. You shudder, but a soft moan escapes your sweet lips. (I think I'm onto something here!) The cube sweats out its moisture to your baked flesh, cooling you--refreshing you. I draw small circles with the cube over your shoulder blades. Your back arches as I guide it down your spine. Trickling droplets roll down your back. I can almost hear the steam rising from your luscious body as the water is warmed by your skin.

I gently pull you from the couch and guide you to the floor. Soft music drifts from the stereo as I lie you down on your stomach. I unclasp your bra and gently move the straps off your tender shoulders. After another long pull on my drink, the ice cubes clatter noisily in the glass as I reach in to remove another one. Moving it slowly, methodically over your shoulders, I try to cool you down. My poor sun-burned baby. Your skin glistens and shines in the soft candlelight. You're so beautiful.

The ice cube is nearly gone. I pop the tiny remnant of it into my mouth and crunch it in my teeth. I imagine the taste of your skin and wonder if a piece of ice could be considered "lucky." Well, this one was!

My hands, cold from the melting cube reach for your thong. Gliding over your hips and sliding beneath the seam at your waist. You gently lift your hips to allow me to slide it down off your thighs and over your feet. I notice how red the backs of your legs are, too. I think I can fix that, as well.

A fresh cube from the glass starts at your ankles. You wriggle a little, but it's not a fight. It feels so good to be cooled off. Up it slides--over your calves--first one, then the other--in tight, tiny circles, moving upwards. The backs of your knees cause the ice to melt rapidly. They must be very sore. I lower my head to swirl my tongue in the sensitive nook. I hear you sigh--long and deep. Again, I pop the last remnants of the icecube into my mouth. No crunching this time. Just holding it against my tongue and letting it melt down my throat.

A new ice cube begins where I left off--at the backs of your thighs. No circles this time. Instead, I move it up and down in long, slow, cooling strokes. I can see the muscles in your cute little butt clenching and releasing at the sensation. It feels good, doesn't it? Now, moving to your other scorched leg, the ice glides over your skin--cool, refreshing, sensual. The cube is getting almost too small to hold. But this time, instead of putting it in my mouth, I gently slide it into your tight little backside. Your hips rise from the floor--almost with a mind of their own. You moan deeply and I see your fingers clenching at the carpeting. I lean down beside you and whisper into your ear--"Hold it in there." All you can do in response is nod your head and bite your lower lip. (That is soooo sexy!)

I start to move another cube around on the luscious, womanly curves of your ass--then down your lovely cleft. Your hips rise again as it gently treks over your sweet pussy lips. I use the cube to spread them slightly. A loud moan erupts from your lungs as the cube touches your swollen clit. I let it rest there for a moment, then slide it back up and push it lightly into your ass. I can see a trickle of water emerging as the first cube has no-doubt melted in your hot little behind. I move in for a closer look. It's so beautiful, your ass. I lie down on my stomach, between your wide-spread legs and extend my tongue toward you. Your cooled skin robs the heat from my mouth. But it is quickly restored as I begin to flick your tight ass with the tip of my tongue--trying to coax the droplets from you.

I feel you pushing back against me. Your hips and thighs surge up and back as you impale your tiny rosebud onto my tongue. My chin grazes over your pussy and I realize that it is sopping wet.

I feel you pushing back against me. Your hips and thighs surge up and back as you impale your tiny rosebud onto my tongue. My chin grazes over your pussy and I realize that it is sopping wet. I continue to kiss, lick and suck your sweet backside. But to be completely honest, I can't stop thinking about your pussy. How I love the way you taste! You seem to be reading my mind. You swing one leg over my head to lie on your back. Then you scoot your hips over so that my face is just inches from your sweet pussy. Your lips are swollen with passion. I can almost SEE your clit throbbing. 

I let my eyes scan up your body, over your flat stomach to your heaving breasts. Your nipples are rigid and stiff. As I snake my arms beneath your legs, I raise them--tilting your pussy upward: a gorgeous glass from which to drink. Your womanly scent is intoxicating! My hands glide up your sides--over your ribs and finally to your firm breasts. I let my hands graze and wander over their swell, as I lower my head--my mouth--to your center. Pushing my tongue out, flatly, I begin a long, deep lick at the bottom of your pussy. I feel your lips spreading for me so very slowly as I move up, up, up. I want you clit in my mouth so badly. But, no--not yet. I let my tongue slither back down between your pouting lips, circling and pressing harder--deeper--more urgently--into your sweet, sweet pussy. 

My hands linger on your full, lovely breasts--careful to avoid your nipples. As I start my ascent back up your pussy, I reach for the glass of ice. It's nearly all melted now, but I salvage two pieces and place one in each hand. Holding them over your breasts, the water droplets "sweat" from the cubes and drop in cruel proximity to your nipples. Up, up, up with my tongue--circling and delving deeper inside you. (You taste so sweet). As I near your throbbing nub, I lower the two ice cubes. My timing is perfect as my mouth covers your clit at the exact moment the ice strikes your nipples. I suck greedily as you explode into my mouth. Your hot juices flow and pump. Your stomach muscles undulate as wave after climactic wave washes over your sweet body. I roll the frigid cubes over your nipples as my tongue--hot and wanting-- rolls over your clit. I feel your hands pulling at my hair but I fight you to keep my mouth on you as the waves wash over you like a warm tidal wave. You scream out, but I just keep pounding your clit with my tongue.

Tears of orgasmic bliss roll down your cheeks as I slide and kiss my way up your body. I kiss your tears away, relishing their sweet salty flavor. My hard, throbbing cock waits at your entrance. I feel your legs wrap around my waist and beckon me forward. I want you so badly. I look into your beautiful eyes. "Please?" You take my face in your hands and pull me down to you, kissing me hard and pushing your tongue into my mouth. I have to have you--NOW! I shove my hips forward and bury my stiff cock deep inside your belly. Your scream lands at the back of my throat and washes over me like a waterfall. My hips start to slam up and down, up and down--now with a mind of their own. Their only purpose is to serve my cock, which you are squeezing and gripping with the sugary walls of your hot pussy. 

Up and down, in and out, pounding into you with a passionate fury. Reaching between us, I find your hard nipples and begin rolling them gently in my fingers. Your hips rise from the floor with every thrust--matching me and urging me to go faster--harder--deeper. Your legs pull powerfully at the base of my back as me find our perfect rhythm. Our tongues duel and my fingers close tighter around your sensitive nipples. My cock grows harder, longer and more powerful deep, deep inside you. Each downward thrust pushes you slightly across the floor as I fuck you harder and faster. Electric needles race up my back. My balls rise and tighten. A red blanket floats gently over my eyes as I stiffen--paralyzed by your flexing, tensing little pussy.

The feeling of my hot jets spewing inside you sends you over the edge again. My steaming cum warms your belly and floods you as we erupt in a single, mutual scream of released passion. Your hips continue to pump and writhe beneath me, milking me of everything I have. I collapse on top of you--still locked in a warm, sweet kiss. Rolling to one side of you, I cradle you in my big arms and hold you tight, covering your face with soft, warm kisses. As you lay your head on my shoulder--(Mmmmmm, your hair drags across my chest)--and close your eyes, the ice cubes tinkle as they settle in the glass beside us on the floor. Your eyes shoot open to see what I'm up to. I can't help but smile at you. You're so SUSPICIOUS.



Sunburned



Every once in a while, you find yourself in situations that test your moral strength and your character.  Most times you make your choices and you do what you know is right.  But then there may come a time when you decide that what's right, may not be what you really want, and you do what you know in your heart is wrong.  Maybe even very wrong.

My wife Terry and I have been married for 5 years now.  We have no children and have decided that kids just aren't what we want right now.  We both have good jobs and are enjoying the freedom that couples with good incomes and few responsibilities can sometimes have.  We have our vacation times at the same time and like to spend time just going to places and doing the things that bring us joy and relaxation.  We have many friends and share time with them whenever possible.

First let me tell you about my wife.  We were married, both of us at 20 years of age and live in a town just east of Los Angeles.  Terry is 5'4" and about 110 pounds.  She has natural blond hair, and a beautiful tanned complexion.  A great body with 34 inch bust and a slim athletic waist.  Her hips are slim as well.  One her biggest complaints about herself is that her butt is too flat and lacks shape.  I have always told her that she is fine and that I think she is fine just the way she is.  

As for myself, I am 5'11" at 190 pounds.  I have allowed myself to gain a bit of weight and I make the same promise to myself to do something about it every time I look in the mirror.  But, I never do.  I am an average looking man with brown hair and no real tan to speak of.  In fact I burn like crazy if I am out in the sun more than 30 minutes and I avoid the outdoors whenever I can.

Terry is an office manager for a mid sized company here in LA and I am a partner in a construction company that builds homes.  We do pretty good financially.

One couple that we have become friends with, is Mark and Kathy.  Kathy works with Terry and Mark works as a plumber.  They are both in their mid 20's with no kids, but according to Terry, they have plans to have as many as they can afford when the time is right.

Whenever we get together Terry and Kathy spend most of the time talking about the office and who did what and who needs to be fired this time.  Just the typical gossip that you share with CO workers.  Mark and I are friendly but we never really hit it off.  I get tired of hearing about the last project that he worked on or the customer nightmare of the week.  So Mark and I just spend the time watching our wives spending time with each other as friends.

Now I must admit, Kathy is a real stunner.  F_ing gorgeous is the way I would have to describe her.  She has dark brown hair with olive skin and a figure that belongs in some men's magazine.  She is however totally modest about her body and never wears anything that might be considered as risque or for that matter even sexy.  But you can tell she is damn near perfect under her clothes if you watch her long enough.  Mark is a good looking guy with an average body, but who really cares about him, right?

Also I might add that Kathy is Terry's friend and pretty much tolerates me because of that.  We are friendly, but she has always struck me as someone who could take or leave me when we are together.  

Anyway, the story comes down to this.

Last summer, Terry and I had made reservations at one of the Las Vegas resorts for the weekend and Terry decided to ask Kathy and Mark to come along.  We booked adjoining rooms and planned a weekend of gambling and playing that would take us away from the workplace and allow us to let go a little.

When we arrived, we drove up in separate cars, we checked in and found that our rooms were as expected.  Very comfortable, spacious and comfortable.  We had a doorway between the suites and we kept the doors open most of the time allowing us to visit as we wished.

Our first night there we went down to the buffet and enjoyed a great dinner and then went to the casino.  One thing that Terry and Kathy liked the most were the slots.  I like the blackjack tables and Mark seemed to spend most of his time shooting craps.  We had agreed to meet up at the bar at 2am to see how the night was going and to check on each other.  When the girls got there they were both pretty wasted from all the free drinks the casino provides, and both had lost the money they had allotted for the night.  Mark had done well and was a bit toasted himself.  I don't really drink too much and I was the most clear headed of the group.  But I had still managed to lose big and was ready to quit for the night.

Up in our room Terry and Kathy said their goodnights and Mark and Kathy retired to their room shutting the door that separated our rooms as they left.  Terry and I stayed up for a short while watching TV until Terry finally went to sleep.  I turned off the TV and settled into bed.  One thing about me and Vegas though.  Whenever I'm there I just can't seem to sleep.  So I stayed awake, in the dark of our room, listening to all of the noises that the city produces at night.  I was just about to go to sleep when I heard the sounds from the next room.  Kathy and Mark's room.  It started out as a quiet giggling and soon became louder and clearer.  I her moans and then muffled cries coming from the door.  It was soon clear that Mark and Kathy were fucking.  The thumping and bumping and the rhythm of their two bodies rocking the bed was loud and clear.  I got up and went to the door and listened.  I heard Kathy breathing and moaning.  Mark would occasionally make a grunt and a moan of his own.  Kathy finally let go with a squeal that had to be forced out of her by a powerful orgasm and I tried to imagine what it must be like to be inside of her when she was in such a state.  Soon after the noise stopped and I returned to my own bed, with my sleeping wife at my side.  Finally I feel asleep thinking of the events that I knew had taken place not 40 feet from where I lay.

The next morning we all got up about the same time, and after showers and dressing the door opened up and Mark and Kathy came bouncing into our room.  We all went down for breakfast and talked about our day ahead.

Terry and Kathy were hoping to go shopping and return later and go for a swim in the resorts pool.  Mark had plans to go to the sports book, and I was hoping to start early at recovering my losses from the night before.  I agreed to meet Mark about 1pm and then we would find the girls.  The way it turned out, the girls found us at noon and informed us that they were going to the pool and show off the new swim suits to the crowd that always gathered there.  This surprised me, because as I said, Kathy never showed off anything but well covered curves under her modest clothes.  I decided that this was an opportunity too good to pass up.  So I told Mark that I thought it might be good to take a break from the cards and take a swim with our wives.  He agreed and we all headed up to the rooms to change.

With the door shut, Terry went into the bath and soon came out wearing great looking black string bikini that was the smallest I had ever seen on her.  My face must have shown my surprise because she said, "you like this one, wait tell you see Kathy's"

I was all eyes and ready for the show.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the shared door and when I opened it, Mark came in and announced that Kathy was afraid to go swimming in her new suit.  Terry, with a click of her tongue, went next door to talk to Kathy.  A few short minutes later Terry came in and was rummaging through her bags until she found what she was looking for.

Finally Terry and Kathy came into the room and announced that they were ready.

Kathy had on a yellow bikini that was just as small as Terry's, but she had put a shear wrap around her waist to try to be as modest as the suit would allow.

Let me tell you one thing.  Kathy was ...... F_ing gorgeous, just like I said before.  Her breasts were completely covered by the suite but it allowed their shape and size to be displayed in a glorious manner.  Firm and wonderful.  Even though she wore a wrap, her bottoms showed that she had a beautiful, perfect ass and hips that were made for gripping from the back.  My mind wandered back to the night before and I wondered if that's the position that Mark had her in when she was cumming.  I had to look away as I felt myself drawn to stare at crest of her thighs trying to see whatever she had hidden there.

We made our way down to the pool and Terry, Mark and I went right in.  Kathy said that she just wanted some sun for a while.  She settled down on a lounge chair and watched the three of us play in the pool.  I wanted to see that suit get wet so bad..... but Kathy wouldn't get in the water.

After a short while a waiter showed up and started the drinks flowing.  Terry climbed out and joined Kathy on the pool deck and settled into an afternoon of sun, rum and coke.  Mark soon joined the girls as well.  Like I said, I'm not a drinker but I do love to swim.  My only trouble was that Las Vegas sunshine will cook you alive in half the time as LA sun.  I was getting burned and had to retire to the room early.

About 7pm I was wondering what was taking the group so long to return when I heard the phone ring.  It was Terry.  It seems that Kathy had had way to much to drink down by the pool and Mark wasn't in much better shape.  Terry asked me to come down and help to get them upstairs.

When I arrived at the pool Mark was protesting that he was fine and that he would take Kathy up to the room himself.  I followed as Mark picked up the now passed out Kathy and proceeded to carry her to the room and to bed.  Terry thought the whole thing was hilarious and told Mark that she couldn't wait to tell the others at work about Kathy and her diving board maneuver.  I smiled and asked what she was talking about.  Terry then told me that Kathy got so drunk that she got up on the diving board and pretended that she was going to dive.  But instead, she fell into the pool and almost drowned until someone helped her to get out.  One more rum and coke and she was out like a dead fish.

Mark took her into their room and said he would be right back.  A few minutes later he returned and asked where we wanted to go next.

Terry reminded me that we had tickets to a show that night and that Kathy really wanted to see it.  Mark said that she was out for the night and there was no way she would make it to anywhere.  I mentioned that I had forgotten the show but that I was really not up to it either because of my sunburned back.  Terry looked at me like I was breaking her heart.  She got quiet and said that the day was ruined because of Kathy and me.  I apologized and said that I would make it up to her.  Mark was standing there with a thoughtful look and suggested that he and Terry go anyway.  "If you don't mind my stealing your wife for the evening, that is" he asked.  I said that I didn't mind as long as Terry had a good time.  So, a short time later Terry was ready to go and Mark came into the room, shutting the dividing door behind him.  He asked if Terry was ready to go, and she was.  As they started to go Mark remembered that he had forgotten his wallet and went back into his room to get it.  As he returned he swung the door shut and hurried out to catch up with Terry.  I now found myself sitting on the bed, watching the TV and hoping my back would stop hurting.  As I lay there the air conditioning turned on and I heard a slight creaking sound.  I looked, and I noticed the dividing door was open about an inch.  I got up and checked.  Sure enough the door was locked, but had failed to close when Mark went through it the last time.  I opened it further and peeked into Kathy and Marks room.  There on the bed lay Kathy.  She was still in her yellow bikini and laying on her side.  I could see the roundness of her ass pointing at my vantage point.  Damn, she looked great like that.

I stood for a while and then got worried.  I said in a loud voice, "Kathy,  your door is opened.  Should I shut it?"   No reply.  Not even a flinch.

I waited for a few seconds and decided to move closer.  "Kathy!"  I called again.  Finally I was right next to the bed and I was taking in this beautiful sight of Kathy as I had never seen her before.  I reached down and shook her on the shoulder.  No response.  I then pulled her shoulder back toward me and she rolled over on her back.  But still nothing but her steady breathing.  I stepped back for a second and just looked at her form.  Her breasts were magnificent.  Her tummy was flat and her legs were smooth and flawless.

Remember at the start I said sometimes we do what's right, and sometimes we do what's wrong.  This was going to be a time when I had to decide which.

I went back into my own room and left the divider door wide open.  I checked our room door and made sure it was locked.  I then returned to Kathy's room and latched the chain on her door as well.  I turned and walked to the bed.  "Kathy" I called.  I reached down and again shook her shoulder.  No movement from her.  I moved my hand lower and patted her on the stomach.  "Kathy, wake up" Nothing.  I had to be sure so I took both of her shoulders and shook her hard enough to wake anyone, who could wake up, but nothing disturbed her sleep.

I stood for a moment more, then I reached down and very quickly, pulled the string that was tied into a bow on Kathy's left hip.  I just untied the bow, nothing more.  I then moved to the other side of the bed and untied the other bow.  I moved to the foot of the bed and took each of Kathy's feet into my hands.  I pushed them up.  As I did this Kathy's legs slowly bent at the knees and doing so, started to spread open.  Soon she was on her back, with her legs spread wide, and nothing but a small yellow cloth covering a part of her that I had never even dreamed I would ever see.

I reached up and slowly lowered the bikini out of the way.  Her pussy came into view.  I was instantly rock hard.  My heart was beating like I had run a mile.  Her pussy was fantastic.  Her tuft of trimmed black hair covered her mons and her lips were shaved clean.  With her legs spread as they were, her cunt was pulled open and the inner pinkness showed wet.  I stood and stared at this beautiful pussy for almost 2 minutes before I remembered my digital camera.  I ran to get it.  The first shot I took was a close up of the open lips of Kathy's pretty pink pussy.  And the second, third and, who knows how many.  I knew at that point that I had to record all of her.  Those tits.  That perfect ass.  I took one of her legs and lifted over the other, turning her over.  Her leg fell to the bed and she suddenly lifted her knee up.  I stood still for a moment and then moved to her side.  Her little butt hole was clearly visible and he cheeks were pulled open from her position.  I snapped several pictures.  While on her stomach I moved up and untied the top of her bikini in the back.  I stopped.  I realized that I had this gorgeous woman spread wide open for my pleasure and I hadn't even touched anything but her foot and leg.  I looked down at her puckered little hole and then reached down with one finger, I touched it.  Soon I was groping her ass and pussy with both hands.  Then with my mouth.  I had never licked an ass hole before but now I can say that I have.  I licked and sucked her ass and pussy for ever.  Her cunt tasted better and felt better on my face than anything I had ever enjoyed before.  I had thoroughly and completely examined, tasted, felt, photographed Kathy's pussy and ass that night and I was just getting around to her glorious tits.  

I rolled Kathy onto her back, and as I did so her bikini top slipped off her ripe round breasts.  I snapped more pictures.  I examined each nipple sucking first one and then the other into my mouth.  I licked and sucked her whole tit.  First one then the other.  More pictures.

I moved from beside Kathy and positioned her with her legs spread, and her arms up over her head.  More pictures.  Once again I stopped.  I thought about it.  I needed to fuck her.  I needed to cum inside her as many times as I could.  I moved to the foot of the bed and removed all of my clothes.  My cock was hard and the tip was dripping precum.  I moved between her legs and positioned myself at her pussy opening.  Then I slowly pushed into her.  Her cunt was wet and warm.  She was tight and smooth as velvet inside.  I sank into her and finally hit bottom.  I felt it coming.  I hadn't stroked even one time and I started to cum.  Buried as deep as possible into Kathy's cunt I was cumming like a novice.  I was so excited by the act, and the idea, that I came immediately.  I laid down on top of Kathy.  I tried to relax and regain my composure when I realized that this woman's naked tits were pressed into my chest.  Her cum filled pussy still clenched my cock.  I had licked her sweet ass hole not minutes before.  In no time I was hard again and soon I was fucking Kathy like a man possessed.  I fucked her four times that night.  Each time I came in her wonderful cunt.

After taking some pictures of she and I with the timer, me inside of Kathy, and touching and sucking on her body, I knew that I had to stop.  I went to the bath and got a wet wash cloth.  I cleaned Kathy's pussy and ass.  I replaced her bikini and I moved her back into a sleeping position on her side.  I lastly leaned down and kissed her mouth.  Thanking her for a night never to forget.

I returned to my room and slowly, and reluctantly, shut and locked the divider door between our rooms.  I then showered and lay down to wait for my wife and Mark.

The next day at breakfast when Kathy sat down at the table she smiled and apologized for "being so dumb yesterday" adding "I never drink like that and I know I cant handle it.  Sorry."

And that was it.  No questions no concerns, nothing.

About 2 weeks ago Terry announced that Kathy and Mark were pregnant.  She said it was unexpected, but that they were very happy.  She told me never to repeat it, but that Kathy had told her that she had decided to stop taking the pill about a month before the Vegas trip and that they had been using condoms ever since.  "Why did she stop using the pill?"  I asked suddenly worried.  "She can't take the pill, it messes up her period cycle.  So they used condoms and jelly. But apparently one must have leaked or something.  Anyway they are going to have a baby now.  I cant wait to see it," she added.

I keep going back to the pictures of Kathy that I took that night.  I find myself wanting to have her again.  Now that she is pregnant I will have to wait.  I hope the kid doesn't look too much like me when it comes out.  Who knows.  Maybe Terry will want a baby soon too.



Sunburned After Dark



My wife Kate walked into the house first, naked. Lori, our good friend and down the street neighbor, followed closely behind. She was also naked and chuckled quietly as we climbed the stairs from the back deck to the house. I followed those two gorgeous derrieres into the cool kitchen. This had already been quite the afternoon. We had all been laying out in the back yard, getting some early spring sun on ourselves. We were all a bit pink. Some were stickier than others.

"I need to borrow your shower," giggled Lori. "I smell funky ... like Cabana Boy here." She raked her fingernails on her chest above her breasts and shifted from one leg to the other, forcing her hip-bone to protrude on one side. I'll admit, she looked sexy as hell.

"Thank you for the tip, madam," I bowed slightly, emphasizing my Cabana Boy role. The image of my cock sliding between her breasts would be a "tip" for life. "I enjoyed every minute of it and will remember it for a ... Very. Long. Time."

Kate interrupted our little moment and grabbed Lori by the hand, "Come on, girl. Let me get you a fresh towel." They turned and started to move in the direction of upstairs.

"I'll start dinner, marinade the meat and get this bbq started," I reminded them. Dinner needed to be next on the agenda. No matter what the evening had in store, we still had to eat.

Lori looked back over her shoulder and partly to Kate saying, "Ouh, first a Cabana Boy, now a Chef. When do I get to tip the Chef?"

Kate quickly replied, "Lori, you have a one track mind. Upstairs ... March!" She pointed toward our upstairs bedroom with authority. Kate, being in control of most things, obviously knew what was next or at least what she wanted to happen. Lori and I seemed to be along for the ride at the moment and I watched the two of them climb the stairs, hand in hand. Kate leading. Lori following. They disappeared into the master bedroom, but left the door wide open. 

My wife has been slowly changing. This attraction to women was both intriguing and bit scary. Too many what ifs go through my mind when I think about it. I needed to get my mind away from the negative and just be ecstatic about the here and now. This really was turning out to be an incredible day.

I turned my attention to the food. Now, I may be comfortable with my nudity, but I simply won't cook, use sharp implements, and deal with hot pans and open flames while naked. So, I grabbed my jeans from the pile of discarded clothes and slid them on. I zipped carefully. I opened the fridge and took out the meat and another beer. A few minutes later, I heard the familiar sound of our shower mingled with talking and laughing. 

I stopped for a second, stared back out at the lawn. The grass still had imprints of human bodies laying on towels. I thought about what had just occurred outside on this beautiful spring day. It all started innocently enough. You can read the previous story 'Sunburned' if you would like, but the Reader's Digest version is this: I had decided to get some sun in my back yard. I thought I was alone for the afternoon. However, Lori stopped by the house unannounced and caught me asleep and nude. Instead of leaving, Lori boldly joined me. All of that was fine and fairly innocent, until Kate got home. And as is her penchant for twisted fun and voyeurism these days, egged Lori and I on until she gave me a hand job. I came while sliding my penis between her young, full breasts. Kate is turning out to be quite the voyeur and I think she enjoyed the show as much as Lori and I enjoyed performing it.

It really did happen. Right there in the yard were the grass imprints to prove it.

I came out of my little trance upon hearing the girls upstairs in the shower. It sounded like they were in there together. I was tempted to go take a peek, but I did need to get the food prepped for dinner. So, I took another big swig from my beer, turned on some satellite channel music, pulled the tri-tip out of the package, and made the marinade. I also trimmed up the artichokes and put them in the automatic steamer to be turned on later.

I was just finishing everything up when I heard Kate and Lori. I flipped the dishtowel off my bare shoulder and onto the counter and turned to see them coming down the stairs. They were stunning. 

In the early days of my marriage to Kate, I would buy her lingerie a couple of times a year. Although Kate often chided me of buying the lingerie for me more than her, I like to think I have good taste. I'd try to purchase things she'd actually wear. They were usually silk teddies, sometimes matching bra and panty sets. Every once in a great while, it would be a body stocking of some sort (more for me than her). Over the years the lingerie was replaced with sweats and t-shirts as our life together became more about comfort and less and less about visual stimulation and turning each other on.

But lately, Kate has sparked. Something in her has turned up her playfulness. Her conservatism and inhibitions have gone away. Sex has never been better. We've quietly experimented and explored. And watching the two of them descend the stairs signaled what was next to come. 

In front, Lori floated down the stairs wearing a silk, black teddy. Her hair was darker from the shower and her skin radiated with color. The teddy was a bit too big as Kate is tall with large breasts and Lori is fairly petit with, well, younger breasts. But they jiggled nicely as she stepped softly onto the floor at the base of the stairs. A thin strap from the teddy fell off her shoulder and briefly exposed the top of her left breast. She casually slid the string back up her shoulder. The silk fell to a couple of inches above her knee. She stood there and looked at me with a gleam in her eye.

Kate came down the stairs with much more authority. Her breasts actually bounced up and down while struggling to stay confined in one of my favorite black, lace bras. She wore the matching panties that rode high on her hips and then v-ed into a thong, enhancing her well rounded ass cheeks. Her long, dark hair was straight and slightly damp. Her skin, usually white, had a nice red tone to it, having obviously received more sun this afternoon than she typically allows. She stepped forcefully down at the stair landing, turned, and stood right next to Lori.

"Remember this?" Kate said as she pinched a bit of material from Lori's lingerie at her hip. "This was one of your favorites." 

"I do remember it. I remember very well," I answered. Somewhere from the recesses of my memory I could picture our first house with the fake wood paneling, a fire in a fireplace, and sliding those spaghetti straps off Kate's shoulders. I don't think she ever really wore lingerie for very long. "Yes. And it looks just as good on Lori, as it did on you."

Lori grabbed the ends of the teddy and, in jest, curtsied deeply like a ballet dancer. The front of the teddy parted and exposed nearly all of her pert breasts. My eyes locked on her cleavage.

"And you, me dear wife, look stunning," I said in an attempt to recover a bit and in hopes I wasn't ogling Lori too much. Lori stood back up. Kate batted her eyes and winked.

"Yes, she does," answered Lori for her. "And how can you not just stare at these breasts." Then she turned and placed a hand under each of Kate's breasts and squeezed them up and together. "And to think, Josh, you get to play with these all the time." It was quite a vision to see Lori so blatantly fondling my wife's breasts through her bra.

Kate looked down at her enhanced cleavage and put her hands on top of Lori's, "Yes, Josh is a lucky, lucky man." I'm not sure she was referring specifically to her breasts and there was an underlying meaning to that statement. Lori giggled.

I quickly deflected the comment, "And Lori must be one lucky friend. I take it you two had an enjoyable shower?"

Kate answered, "We are squeaky clean on all 2000 body parts." Lori giggled again in a bit of embarrassment. This laugh was a bit louder.

"Now THAT sounds like a fun shower," I replied.

"How's dinner coming?" Kate said attempting to shift the conversation. Lori quickly scooted onto one of the six stools at the kitchen counter. The stools line a large bar on the dining room side of an open island that divides the kitchen from the dining area. There is a rather large, spacious, round area almost five feet wide at one end. Lori smoothed the counter with her flat palms as if looking for something to do.

I wasn't sure where this was all going. So I followed Kate's lead and answered in a controlled tone, "Everything is almost ready. The meat needs to marinate for a bit before I put it on the grill. The artichokes are trimmed, in the steamer, and ready to be turned on. Those'll take 45 minutes or so. I figured I'd do some rice, too. It all depends on when you want to eat. It's 4 o'clock now. What is your wish?"

"Champagne!" quickly came the answer from Kate as she made her way to the fridge. "And we'll plan to eat at 6, o.k.?" She pulled out her favorite, orange labeled, Veuve Clicquot bottle and strode over to the cupboard with the champagne flutes. I watched her breasts sway forcefully as she walked. I glanced over to Lori and noticed her watching, too. As Kate turned away from us, Lori glanced down at my wife's round ass.

"I apologize," I stated in order to continue the food theme, "I don't have any appetizers to go with the champagne. In fact, I think peanuts and pretzels would be all we have at the moment. I wish we had some cheese or something. Fresh baked bread would be good, too. Sorry. I'd run to the store, but, honestly I'd have to go shower and..."

"No worries," interrupted Kate. There was a small pop as Kate carefully edged the cork out and a hiss as she delicately trickled the champagne into the glasses. "That is what Lori is for," she smirked. Her eyes darted to Lori and back to the pouring at hand. Lori giggled yet again and looked down at her cleavage. Her hands were still smoothing out on the cool counter top in long, slow circles she picked up a pen and fidgeted with it. I knew something was up. My penis was rock hard. Kate let out a not so subtle, wise-ass exhale as she set the glasses of champagne down in front of each of us.

"Cheers!" she toasted to change the subject for a minute.

"Cheers!" Lori and I answered in unison. We all clinked and took a sip. The champagne was crisp and cold. Kate set her glass down. Lori took another deep drink and winced a bit as the bubbles took her nose hostage for a second. I took another sip and then set my glass down behind me on the butcher-block table. There was a silence and a look going on between the girls.

"Back up a sec. I don't get the joke," I questioned. "Lori is our appetizer?"

"Yes," Kate said with little emotion. "In fact," she paused and moved a napkin, spoon, and the pen from the middle of the big, round section of the counter top island, "Lori, get that pretty ass of yours up here." Kate patted the counter top right in the center. Lori was a bit wide-eyed and glanced furtively between the two of us. "Now!" Kate said in a tone that was one part dominatrix another part kid in a candy shop.

Lori picked up her flute of champagne and took another big sip to finish the glass while her eyes darted from Kate to me to the center of the counter top. She took a deep breath, exhaled and extended her glass toward me. "Do something with this," she said. I blindly took hold of the outstretched empty glass.

Lori inhaled deeply and backed off her stool. As she did so, she bent slightly forward allowing her young breasts to sway within the loose confines of that teddy. I managed to record in my memory another quick glimpse of a nipple. She then put one knee on the stool and turned to put her ass on the counter. Then she spun around with her knees in the air to face me. She stopped spinning and planted her feet flat on the counter about two feet apart. Her toes curled at the edge of the counter. The teddy slid down her thighs into a linear bunch at her hips. She parted her legs in a deep 'V'. My eyes were drawn to her hairless, puffy pussy. To put the finishing touch on the ballet like movement, she took the middle finger from her right hand and traced the up and down crevice between her legs. Lori now exhaled and sighed.

Kate moved over towards me and removed Lori's glass from my hand. She set it down on the counter top. "Honey," she almost whispered in my ear but just loud enough to be heard by all three of us, "I told her about your talented tongue and how much you crave oral sex. I think you should have Lori as your appetizer."

I knew sex was in the air. There was little question Kate was up to something sexy and fun. But this knocked me over. It was wild. I couldn't believe my wife was asking me to lick the pussy of one of our best friends while she watched. I was stunned. Again. A moment passed. Lori was sliding her middle finger up and down between her legs. Her knees jerked lightly toward each other when she touched something special. I glanced sideways to Kate and back down to the movement between Lori's legs. I locked eyes with Lori.

"Please ... " Lori pleaded.

"I'm starved," I kidded. I moved between Lori's thighs. My hands went first to the top of her knees. They floated downward along the soft inner parts of her legs and back up again. Lori looked deep into my eyes. There was an undeniable lust in her face. She bit the lower part of her lip. A lock of hair dropped down over her face and brushed against her cheek.

I moved my hands all the way down and turned them outward and curled them around the outside of her upper thigh. I wanted to have a good hold on her hips. I lowered my head down to her pussy. She moved her hand out of the way and leaned back on both elbows. I first washed her vertically with the fat part of my tongue. She moaned slightly. I leisurely lapped at her for a few seconds. She had such a different taste than what I was used to with Kate. She tasted clean and smelled like soap. Eventually, the tip of my tongue found the hidden spot and skin that houses the clitoris. I wiggled and played there for a minute or two to Lori's delightfully quick breaths and husky words of encouragement. I pulled the skin into my lips and sucked delicately using my mouth like a vacuum. I then let them slip wetly back from my lips. 

"Oh!" uttered Lori, "I like that!" I did that again. And again. And again.

As I was bent forward licking and sucking away on Lori, Kate's hand came to rest on the small of my back. Her hand started to move in small circles. She almost unknowingly drew circles all around as she watched intently to the sexual appetizer happening on the kitchen counter. Occasionally, she would drop her hand into the gap at my jeans and slide a finger down the uppermost crack of my ass.

I lost all track of time.

Lori was about to come. Her clitoris was out from her little hood and I was licking and sucking it with all I had. I had a finger teasing the opening of her vagina. She was getting close, but my back was starting to kill me from bending over. I needed to stand and stretch. So, I drilled my right index finger in and curled it upwards. I moved my tongue over onto her button and massaged for a minute. Then I stopped my oral manipulations.

"Hold on," I informed them, "Don't move. I need to stand for a minute." I reached back with my left hand and picked up my glass of champagne off the butcher-block table. The wine bubbles were good on my coated tongue. I noted how I left a lip mark as if wearing lipstick. Kate smiled at me.

"I'm am soo close to exploding, Josh. Don't stop now," Lori pleaded. I wiggled my thumb in response and added my middle finger inside to join the other one. Lori moaned.

"Believe me, I have only started," I replied. I set the glass back down after another sip and prepared myself to dive back into Lori.

Kate quietly moved behind me and around to the other side of the counter. She sat herself on the stool right behind Lori's head. Her breast sat resting on the countertop encased in the black bra. She whispered into Lori's ear, "Can I touch you?"

"Mmm Hmmm," came the only answer. Yes.

Kate looked up and we locked our eyes. Her hands came around and cupped the sides of Lori's breasts. This caused Lori to flop off of her elbows and she fell completely on to her back. Her palms were down on the countertop with her fingers spread wide. The top of her head pushed into Kate's breasts. My fingers and thumb continued to tease Lori. She was getting wetter and my ministrations started making squishy sounds.

Kate slid her hands under the straps and material and brought Lori's breasts out from their hidden spot. Her thumbs and fingers pinched at the nipples. My eyes stayed locked onto the two of them while I finished my glass of champagne.

Kate then leaned in and kissed Lori. It was a quiet, subtle kiss at first. Just an upside down peck, really. Then it turned more passionate. Their lips locked together, top lip to bottom lip and bottom lip to top lip. Tongues darted in and out. Lori raked her fingernails out making a scratching noise on the cool counter top. I needed to get back in there. So I quickly bent down with the intent of pushing Lori far over the edge and into a huge orgasm.

And it didn't take long. I left my two fingers to inside her moving with an in and out motion. I attacked her clitoris with my tongue. I flicked it back and forth quickly. She clamped her legs on my head and started to moan into Kate's mouth. With my free hand, I pushed her leg back down sideways. The other one followed as directed. But every once in a while, those thighs would try and squeeze my head as she moaned again loudly. I noticed her gush on my fingers a bit more, too. I sucked hard on her clit letting it go again with a sloppy pop to be replaced by a flicking tongue in overdrive.

A guttural sound started deep in Lori's throat. She was coming. I quickly came up for air and glanced up toward Kate. They weren't kissing anymore. Kate was up off the stool but bending down over Lori's breasts. Her left hand was on Lori's left breast and her mouth and right hand played with the other breast. Kate had let her large left breast out from the confines of her bra. It was swaying over Lori's outstretched tongue and her hand came up off the counter to caress the side of it.

I quickly went back to work. I wanted to put Lori way over the top right now. So I pulled out my fingers and used the fat of my tongue over her once. She was very wet. I attacked her clit with the tip while spreading her apart with my thumbs. Occasionally, I drove the length of my outstretched tongue insider her, my nose hitting her clit. But she responded best to when I sucked the little bud between my lips and fucked her with my two fingers.

Then she came. Her elbows slammed down on the counter top followed by her flat palms for balance. Her hips came off the now wet surface to try and clamp her legs around my face. I had no idea what Kate was doing. I felt a slight rush of juice flow onto my chin.

I slowed down and removed my fingers. I glanced up to see them kissing like before. I just lapped at her carefully as she came down from her high. Then I stopped, grabbing her ankles and set her legs off the side of the counter so that the back of her knees hung at the edge. Her hands went up to Kate's cheeks to push her away.

"Hmm. Hmm. Stop," whimpered Lori, "I need to catch my breath."

Kate sat back on the stool and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Both breasts were over the top of her black, lace bra. She curled a lock of her black hair behind an ear. She looked up at me and smiled as she stretched to fetch her wine. She winked at me and took a sip.

"Still hungry?" Kate teased.

"Yes," I answered. "I feel a feast coming on."




Sunburned After Dark



Lori laughed and then coughed. She held up a hand for assistance, "Josh, pull me up. Help."

I pulled her into a sitting position. The teddy fell to a silk belt around her waist. She held on to my hand and she pulled me into a hug. Her head was positioned with her cheek right at my chest. She sighed and squeezed. Her breasts pressed against my abdomen. "Thank you. That was ... better than awesome. That felt ... great, amazing ... wonderful. Is there more? I'm getting hungry myself now." 

I didn't know if Lori was really referring to sex or to the food yet to be prepared. Kate had an ear-to-ear grin as she tucked her large breasts back into her bra. "I'm next, though." She snapped the straps of her bra to finish the point.

Kate and I glanced at the clock on the wall and back to each other simultaneously. She confirmed my thoughts, "How about we eat dinner first."

"That could be fun," I uttered suggestively. "How sexy do you think dinner is going to be if Lori was our appetizer?" 

"Seriously, let's eat and save each other for dessert. How about THAT!" Kate stated. "Josh, bbq?" She pointed out the back door

"On it," I replied. I had marching orders.

"Lori, smoke?" she asked in the same tone as her bbq order to me. It was not really a question, more like a demand. Kate was in charge tonight, no doubt. Lori didn't answer. I helped her off the counter and she fixed the teddy back over her shoulders. She turned to head out the door and I patted her ass carefully. She looked back over her shoulders as she crossed out onto the back deck behind Kate. She had never looked at me in that way before. It was a shared feeling.

And then I got busy getting dinner on a table. I turned and flipped the steamer with the artichokes on. I got the rice going, too. I went out and turned on the bbq. Kate and Lori were smoking and stealing glances my way. I couldn't tell exactly what they were talking about. When I went outside to check on the bbq again, they were gossiping about another friend's sex life. The next time out it was about vibrators and that store in San Francisco, Good Vibrations. The third trip out, I brought out more wine for them and filled their glasses silently. There conversation on the 2007 dating scene was uninterrupted by my physical intrusion. The only mention of my presence was a thank you from Lori and a hand on my ass with a squeeze as I poured Kate's champagne. It was starting to cool off a bit. I was prepared for them to need another layer on their near nakedness. But, they just sat there in their lingerie and talked and drank and smoked.

Needless to say, it was difficult to prepare dinner with a raging hard-on and my constant glances out to the girls to see, not really hear, what they were talking about now. But eventually, the meat came off the bbq, the timer on the 'chokes dinged, and the rice had been ready for some time. I set the table. I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir and poured three new glasses.

I called Lori and Kate from the door, "Dinner is about ready. I'm putting stuff on plates." Lori up ended her glass with the last of her wine and downed what remained. Kate stubbed out a cigarette and said something about eating while it's hot. They stood up from the patio furniture, arranged themselves, and started inside. I still couldn't believe how casually Kate could sit outside in a stunning black bra and panties and yet remain so aloof. Like it was no big deal, a bikini really. Or, maybe it was, but she didn't show it much. Lori, however, just looked relaxed. After all, she had just recently had a huge orgasm. She looked perfectly comfortable and sexy as hell.

I placed the three of us at the end of our long, rectangular dining room table. Kate went and sat down on one side. Lori took the chair opposite, leaving me to sit at the head of the table between the two of them. I turned up the music a bit. But I don't remember hearing much of it.

Lori continued with their conversation from outside, " ... I don't think you could. I don't think you could replace him!" She glanced over at me and smirked. She turned back to the table and picked up her water for a sip. The strap on her right shoulder fell off again. She left it there.

"You are probably right," Kate answered.

"What? Replace me?" I asked. "What did I do?"

"Lori was asking me that if you were to die tomorrow, if I would find another husband. I said it would depend. Maybe." Kate laughed slightly.

I dished the first plate and brought it around and set it in front of Lori. My left hand subtly lingered on her shoulder as put the plate on the placemat. The lingerie strap was still draped in the crook of her right arm and exposed nearly her whole breast. I stole a glance down the front of her lingerie and was again treated to a wonderful view and a nipple. Lori tilted her head up and mouthed the words "thank you".

I looked over to Kate, "But I am irreplaceable! Even if I AM dead."

"See!" Kate said to Lori with a bit of an 'I told you so' expression.

"Josh, what about you?" asked Lori, turning the question on me. "What would you do if Kate died? Would you get remarried?"

"Definitely not!" I moved back to the kitchen to dish Kate's plate.

"Why not? Don't you like being married?" Lori continued.

"Very much so," I said as I placed the meat on the plate.

"Then why wouldn't you get married again?"

"Well, I guess with time, I would," I added as I put a chunk of artichoke on the plate with tongs.

"You would!" Kate pretended to be hurt her palm gong to her chest in mock shock. I shrugged in the affirmative.

"Would you sleep with her in our bed?" Kate teasingly inquired.

"Well, we wouldn't sleep on the couch?" I answered.

"You'd move the bedside picture of me, right? You wouldn't fuck her with my picture staring at you, right?" Kate proceeded with caution here.

"No, I'd move the pictures. It would only be right," I stated quite matter of factly. I finished putting the plate together.

Kate wouldn't let it drop. "Would you let her drive my car?"

"Not possible. She can't drive a stick."

Lori's head whipped around and she choked a bit on her water. Her hand went up to her mouth and nose. Kate looked shocked. She set her water glass down hard. There was a stunned silence with only the background music audible. The lyrics were all wrong for what was supposed to be a funny moment.

I quickly returned to the table with Kate's plate. She was sitting with her back against a wall, so I approached her at the corner. She watched me walk to her with wide eyes. I bent forward to set her plate down. 

"You walked right into that one, ya' know."

Kate's left hand snaked behind my neck. She looked into my eyes and softened. She extended her chin up, forcing her breasts noticeably outward so they strained in her black bra, and started to kiss me. But she stopped and bit my lower lip. I winced.

I tried to say with an extended lower lip, "Kate, I'ng kidding. It uz a joke. I lud you and you only."

She let me go and kissed me. It was a deep kiss. Our tongues danced. She tasted like cigarette smoke, which is a huge turn off for me. However, I wasn't about to challenge the mood. Instead, I kissed her harder and guided my left hand down to a breast.

"Mmmm mm!" she said pulling away hesitantly. "Not yet, honey!" She slid her left hand down my arm and turned her attention toward her plate, the table, and Lori. I walked back into the kitchen to fetch my food.

Kate picked up her wine glass and sarcastically said, "Men are a bit like wine. They all start out like grapes. It is the woman's job to crush and stomp on them. Then you keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd enjoy to have during dinner."

Kate giggled with Lori as I walked back to the table and sat down.

Kate said, "I think I got that from a bumper sticker or something."

"You guys are something else," Lori blurted. She took another sip of her water.

My stomach growled. I was hungry, no doubt. We all started eating. 

"Mmm," started Lori with a mouth full of tri-tip, "If I ever DO find a worthy husband, do you think I should have a baby after 33?"

"No," I answered immediately, "33 kids is way too many already!"

"Dah da DAH, 'tink'," Kate added and clinked her water glass with her fork. Lori laughed.

"I think casual sex with friends makes us funnier than normal," I said between smirks and chewing. 

I realized we hadn't made a toast with the wine yet. So, I picked up my glass and held it in the air, "Cheers. To a wonderful, funny, relaxed evening."

Lori toasted, "with naked twister!"

"To my upcoming orgasm!" Kate added.

'Clink' ... and each took a sip while furtively glancing at each other with our eyes.

We continued to eat. The conversation became a bit normalized. Somewhere in the middle of it all, I realized I was still shirtless. Granted, Lori and Kate were in lingerie, but my grandmother always had an issue with wearing a clean shirt to dinner. That has always stayed with me since I was a little boy. It felt weird to be eating and drinking wine without so much as a t-shirt. But then Lori and Kate weren't exactly dressed in dinner attire either.

"I must say," I offered, " I feel real strange not wearing a shirt at dinner."

"And WE don't look strange eating dinner in lingerie?" Lori half laughed and puffed up her chest more so her breasts poked out further.

"No, you two look fantastic. Must just be a glitch in the Matrix," I teased. Kate snorted loudly. Lori laughed harder.

Dinner took a lot longer than I had expected, given the fact dessert was going to be a threesome. I think we were all regrouping a bit. But, eventually the inevitable happened. We'd finished. Lori and I looked to Kate for direction.

Kate understood. "Josh, don't 'do' the dishes, but just straighten up. Stack, don't clean. Ok?" 

She didn't really need to tell me. I've been in charge of evening cooking and dishes for years now for reasons I don't need to explain here. It might not be orthodox, but in this house the kitchen is my domain. Still, it was nice to hear Kate ask in such kind fashion.

She continued, "Lori and I are going to go into the living room. We need to talk first and make some plans. So, take your time. Turn up your music. Imagine what might be in store for you. We'll call you when we're ready for you to join us."

Lori glanced back and forth between us, trying to figure out what was next. She picked up the last of her wine, swirled, and drained it. Kate stood up from the table and extended her hand. Lori set her glass down, extended her hand to take Kate's, and the two of them moved in front of me. Kate kissed me on the cheek. Lori followed suit on the other. I watched as the two of them climbed the stairs into the living room. 

Now, the kitchen is within basically in the same volume of space as the living room. You can't see up into it, but it is only a half level up with a half wall separating the two areas. So, I could hear them talking. I just couldn't make out the actual words. So, I did as instructed. I turned up my music and started to move all the plates and glasses into the kitchen by the sink. I realized I've probably had an erection for the majority of well over three hours or so. That has to be some sort of record. Who needs Viagra?

"Honey?" came Kate's voice from over the wall. "What is that music channel you like?"

"832," I replied. It was what I was listening to already.

A few minutes later, Lori came racing down the stairs. She ran to her clothes over on the chair by the back door. She pulled out her sundress and draped it over the back of the chair. She glanced over at me. I scraped off the last plate into the disposal and watched her with interest as I rinsed the plate. Then she slipped the straps of her shoulders and the lingerie dropped to a clump on the floor. She turned her back to me and I watched her ass disappear as she wrestled the sundress over her head and down her body. 

"I'll be right back," she reassured and she grabbed her keys and her purse. "I have to run home to get a few things."

"Can I help?" I asked in hope of not losing her out the door. The thought she might escape into the evening and change her mind or something. I really wanted this threesome. I must have had a look of panic in my eyes.

"No. Josh, I promise. I'll be like 5 minutes max," she promised. And she almost skipped out the front door.

I looked around the kitchen. I was pretty much done. I thought about loading everything in the dishwasher, but remembered Kate's words to just stack 'em. So, I went to the pantry and grabbed some more white wine out of the case and put a few more bottles to chill in the refrigerator. I added some more water, too.

I heard creaks from the floorboards in our bedroom meaning Kate was in there. I closed the pantry and walked up the stairs to the living room level. The music was playing on the wide screen t.v. The candles that we use instead of a fire during this time of year were lit. The oval coffee table had been moved out of the way making a large empty space in the center of the room. I noticed the sun was setting over the mountains.

I heard Kate close the master bedroom door. She came down caring one of our king sized sheets from the linen closet.

"Your not supposed to be up here yet," she said in a kind tone I wasn't expecting.

"Anything I can do?" I asked hoping to get an idea of what was being planned. I mean, seriously, I knew there was threesome about to happen. I knew the basic who, what, where, when, and a hint at the why of tonight's goings on. But, how it was all going to come together was getting the best of me. Patience had been utilized all evening. I didn't know how much I had left.

"Yes. Go poor Lori and me some wine. Can you put a few more in the fridge, too?" she asked.

"I already have. Water, too. But I'll go pour the wine. What is Lori getting from home?" I fished.

"You'll see," she paused. "Hey, before you go, can you reach behind the couch and get those big floor pillows over there?" She pointed to the far corner of the living room behind the end table. We never really used them anymore. The couch was plenty comfy for watching movies these days. I reached awkwardly around the lamp and fished out the first one and then the second. They were dusty.

"I'll take them out back and beat the dust out of them." I started down the stairs as Kate spread out the king sheet in the middle of the floor. I got a shot of adrenaline when my stomach flipped at the thought of what would be taking place here. As I shot out the back door to the deck railing, I heard Lori's car door thump shut in the driveway.

I took the big pillows to the railing and slammed them together a couple of times. The dust wasn't too bad. It was just the edges that had a dust issue. I returned inside and set the pillows on the seat of one of the dining room chairs. I took out three glasses for the wine and started to open the bottle. I heard giggling from the living room again when Lori bounded back down and toward the chair with the lingerie she was wearing earlier.

She put a hand on the back of the chair and looked straight at me but yelled up to Kate, "Kaaaate? Do you really want me to put this lingerie back on?"

Kate chuckled, "Only if you want it on." A pause, "Nude is fine with me. Ask Josh!"

Lori tilted her head to repeat the question but didn't utter a word. Easy answer.

"Nude," was my answer. Without a word, she slid the straps of her sundress and pulled it up and over her head. She draped the dress over the back of the chair like before. My erection needed adjustment in my jeans.

"Need any help with that?" she said huskily and nodded toward the unopened bottle. She sauntered toward the counter.

"No, I got it," I replied. My eyes darted up and down her body from her legs to her shaved pussy to her breasts and to her eyes, which stared intently into mine. I broke the stare long enough to open the wine and pour.

"Kaaaaate?" she loudly voiced again. "You about ready?"

"Yeah, get him up here. But lead him by his penis," came the reply.

"Cool," Lori said softly. She came around the counter into the kitchen. I turned toward her and her hands went to the button and zipper. She looked up to my eyes as she fumbled briefly with the button. She had no problem with the zipper. My cock felt air and then the warmth of her hands. She looked down. "Cool." She stroked me a bit.

She pushed me backwards into the counter and got down on her knees. My penis twitched. Her hands went to the sides and she tugged my jeans down my hips. I had to hold myself away from the counter, but eventually I stepped out of the legs and stood there naked. She tossed my pants over near the chair with her lingerie.

"Ok, Joshy. Let's go have some sex with your wife," she announced to me and to Kate, I think. She picked up one of the glasses. I grabbed the other two. With her right hand she carefully encircled it around my shaft and pulled me toward the stairs. We passed the pillows on the dining room chair, but I didn't say anything.

I eyed her rounded ass as she had to bend over a bit to keep a hold of my penis on the way up the stairs. Her young breasts swayed a bit. A drop or two of wine splashed on my hand. There was much nervous giggling from both of us.

We arrived onto the living room landing. Kate was nude and lounging on the floor with a couple of cushions against a crook in the couch. Her legs were spread and a hand was casually playing with her pussy. She raked her fingers through her trimmed pubic hair.

"'Bout time," she teased, extending her hand for the glass of wine. "Thank you, Honey. Now, can I have an orgasm please? It is my turn now." She took a sip if wine and sort of squeezed her large breasts together with her elbows.

I heard Lori set her wine glass down on the sideboard. I felt her come up behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and grabbed my penis with her left hand. The right hand tickled my balls. She poked her head around my shoulder, "How would you like us, Kate?" she cooed.

Kate smiled and answered, "I need a tongue right here to start." She patted her pussy lips. "No, make it two tongues," she added with a slight twist to her head. A lock of hair fell from behind her ear and grazed her chin.

Lori and I got down between Kate's legs. She had to spread them wider to get two heads remotely close to the target. Now, I've done this hundreds of times for Kate. I know what she likes. Two tongues were going to be an interesting feat. I started first and washed my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. I repeated that again. I pulled my head up. And then Lori dipped her head in for her first taste. It was quite a sight to see a woman lapping at my wife's pussy. And I looked up and locked eyes with Kate. She had an intense look beyond shear lust. She brought her wine glass up and took another sip then licked her lips with her eyes closed. 

"Josh, take my glass," she breathed. She blindly extended her glass to me.

I took the wine, stood, and set it in front of the fireplace on the brick threshold. I stopped to look at the two of them again. Lori was intently sucking and slurping. She was crouched on her knees with her ass elevated just above her feet. Kate moaned slightly and rolled her head back on the seat of the couch. She pulled a strand of hair away from her mouth. I rejoined the party on my hands and knees. I extended my right hand and traced Lori's ass while I nudged my head in. She pulled her head out to make way for my turn.

"Kate, you taste good," Lori said in an almost whispered tone. Lori's hand was now on my lower back while I licked at my wife's pussy again. I took a finger from my right hand and inserted it in slowly and curved it upward toward the back of her clitoris. I attacked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Kate made some grunts and moans. Her legs closed in around my ears briefly and then back wide.




Sunburned After Dark



Lori pushed on my back to help her stand up. She stepped over me to the other side and I heard some paper shuffling. I picked my head up. Lori was digging in a wine bottle gift bag for something. She pulled out a fairly large, purple vibrator. There seemed to be more toys in the bag. But, the purple, plastic piece was the one she wanted. She turned it on and it came to life with soft buzzing. Kate giggled from somewhere deep and looked up Lori standing over us.

Lori came back by my side and put a hand on my shoulder. "Here," she handed me the vibrating toy, "use this. It is one of my faves." I withdrew my fingers and took the toy from her extended hand. I placed the head of it on top of her Kate's clit. She dropped her had back again on the couch and hissed, "Yessss!"

Lori turned and she went over and sat on her hip next to Kate on the floor. She leaned her right shoulder into the couch and placed her left hand on one of Kate's breasts. She bent down with her head and started nibbling at the other nipple.

I focused my attention back to the toy and Kate's juicy pussy. She was really wet right now. I edged the tip of tube-like toy toward the entrance and pushed the narrow part inside. Kate's legs jerked and I looked up to see the girls kissing. I pushed it in further and felt a bit of resistance as the vibrator stretched her. The toy was a bit bigger than me, so I'm not sure she was used to something this large. Never the less, I started to ease it in and out. I might have been almost too delicate, I'm sure. But I didn't want to hurt my wife. As she got used to it, I became a bit more vigorous with it.

And Kate was enjoying herself, indeed. Lori was moving from breasts to lips. When not entangled with Lori's lips, Kate's head would drop back on the couch seat and she would moan her approval. She was blindly fondling one of Lori's breasts, too.

"Oh, my god!" Kate breathed, "this one ... is going .... to be..... BIG!" Her right hand came down and grasped hold of the vibrator with mine. She tilted it up so that it came out a bit and the shaft came into hard contact with her clit. "Ohhhh!" she nearly laughed, "Yessss!" Kate shuttered. Lori continued to suck and play with Kate's large breasts while she breathed deeply and gasped for air.

"Nice toy, huh?!" stated Lori.

"Mmmm," was the only response Kate could muster at that moment.

"Excellent," I added.

Kate pulled the purple toy out of her pussy and my hands. She flopped it on the sheet without even looking at it. I reached over and twisted it off. Kate was sweaty and spent after that orgasm. She was totally spent and pushed Lori off of her to her side, although her hand lingered on Lori's thigh as they leaned back on the couch side by side. Lori had a gleam in her eye as she looked at me kneeling between my wife's spread legs and her gapping, red, glistening vagina.

I was now rock hard. All day, I had been happy to offer my services. However, my tongue and fingers got all the action. In fact, I hadn't cum since early this afternoon with my cock pressed between Lori's breasts while outside in the sun. I had the need to sink my cock deep into some pussy. I needed to feel enveloped with wet skin. Kate was obviously not available at the moment.

Lori sat there on the floor with her back against the couch. Kate's hand methodically traced a line from her knee up her inner thigh. So as not to disturb her blissful state, Lori carefully leaned in and whispered cautiously, "Can I fuck your husband now?"

Kate smiled widely. Her eyes remained closed. "Be my guest. Did you get the condoms?"

Lori rolled to her knees, "Yep." She leaned over me and got that wine gift bag again. She fished through it, her breasts dangling above me, and brought out a couple of condoms. "Gots 'ta be safe," she giggled. She sat back on her heals and started to open one of them.

Now, I haven't worn a condom in years. Kate always used a diaphragm. Then, I had a vasectomy about four years ago. So, a condom was going to be new and interesting.

Kate was a bit more awake, "Josh, go get those floor pillows first." She shifted a bit and pulled herself a bit more vertical.

"Ok" and I carefully got up and quickly retrieved the pillows from the dining room chair. When I returned to the room, Lori was sitting between Kate's legs with her back to her. Kate was massaging her shoulders and tracing lines on Lori's back with her fingernails. Kate extended an arm for the pillow. I handed her one and just dropped the other in the middle of the floor. She stuffed the large floor pillow behind her lower back. "Ah, that's better. Now, lean back," Kate said to Lori with the hand on her shoulder.

Lori leaned back. Her armpits were just above Kate's thighs and her head nestled right at Kate's breasts. Lori spread her legs apart as I approached. Instinctively, Kate hooked her toes under and inside of Lori's ankles like they would be held there against her will. The two of them giggled.

I got on my knees in front of Lori. My penis was rock hard and pointing to a spot on the ceiling above their heads. She sat up and placed the condom on the head of my cock, then started the manipulations down the shaft until it was on completely. Lori knew what she was doing. Obviously, being 30-something and single, condoms were a normal part of her social life. In the last 15 years of marriage, I wasn't keeping condoms in business, that's for sure. In fact, I'd never used a ribbed condom before. This was going to be fun and new.

I backed up and got on my hands and knees. Lori and I locked eyes and I moved in to kiss her first. Kate's hands cam around from behind her and she pinched Lori's nipples between her fingers. I glanced up to see Kate smirking and smiling. Lori closed her eyes and I kissed her again. It was a delicate kiss at first. Then our tongues got into it and started dueling.

I stopped kissing and looked down at the two sets of legs and Lori's spread, shaved pussy. I took hold of my cock and placed the head at her pussy. Her hips moved out slightly and I moved the head up and down her pussy. It felt strange through the condom. I couldn't tell if she was wet enough, but I did find the opening. I pushed in slightly. Lori mumbled some encouragement. Kate pulled on Lori's nipples harder.

I slowly fucked her with a moderate back and forth tempo. I wanted to get used to this condom. It was harder to respond to Lori as I didn't really feel her. My cock felt more like a strap-on than my penis. Thinking I might feel a bit more, I pushed harder. Lori squirmed. She liked that. I did it again. She either winced or smiled, I couldn't tell.

Kate shifted from underneath She lifted and repositioned Lori to one side so she could get her face angled a bit better. She pushed Lori's hair away from her ear and slurped on an earlobe. Lori sighed. Kate whispered in her ear, "Do you like that cock?" She tongued the earlobe again and squeezed Lori's breasts.

"Yes... nice, big cock," Lori answered in a bit of a girly voice. Her head dropped back on Kate's shoulders.

I've always been blessed with a good amount of stamina. But, with the condom on it was definitely going to take some time for me to cum. So, I thought it might be a good idea to pick up the tempo. I increased my rhythm and hip thrusts. Lori responded immediately. She put one arm around Kate's head and the other on my shoulder. She started to whimper with a fairly high pitch. She was close to an orgasm.

"Yes. Oh. Yes," she screamed.

"Come on, girlfriend. Let it out," Kate said in a sultry tone in her ear.

And Lori came hard. Her head rocked back and forth on Kate's shoulder and breast. She dug her fingernails into my shoulder. She shook and convulsed some. Kate squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. I kept thrusting to the best of my ability until Lori pushed me away, "Stop for sec. I need a minute."

I pulled out of her slowly. Her pussy stayed slightly open. Her arms just splayed out, palms up. She was breathing hard. Kate smoothed out Lori's hair and kissed her on the cheek. Lori smiled, "Thank you."

I was still a ways away to an orgasm. And I was in serious need to continue. I looked at Kate. She knew by my expression and the many years of marriage that I was not done.

"You didn't cum yet, huh?" she inquired.

"Not yet. I get the safe sex thing, but I'm not used to it." I explained fondling my plastic coated penis.

"Take it off," Kate said.

I carefully pulled the condom off my penis. Lori looked up, "I'm sorry."

"Sshhhhh," Kate whispered to Lori, "I'll finish him." She wiggled out from under Lori, who just lay back down on the big floor pillow.

"How do you want me?" Kate asked. "I'll do just about anything right now."

I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted Kate from behind. And I wanted her licking Lori's pussy while I fucked her doggy-style.

"Turn around," I twirled my finger to indicate what I wanted. Kate smiled. She knew exactly what I wanted. "And play with her. Lick her. Bite her. Kiss her. And Lori, play with those massive, wonderful breasts hanging in front of you."

Kate turned and crawled into the middle of Lori's spread legs. She dipped down and took a lick of Lori's pussy. I watched Kate's ass wave in the air. I kneeled behind her and spread her legs a bit with my knees. I aimed my naked penis at Kate's pussy and eased inside. She was very wet.

I'd like to say we all eventually climaxed together. But, that didn't happen. After nearly a full day of foreplay, I didn't last long. The visual stimulation of Kate playing with Lori's pussy and eventually her breasts where enough to last a lifetime of fantasies. But after about ten minutes of fucking my wife from behind, I exploded. I plowed as deep as I could and came hard. I left it in there deep and just twitched and spurted.

Kate might have had another orgasm, but I'm not sure. Lori had a far off look and couldn't tell if she needed more of anything.

I pulled out and flopped over to the side of the girls. Kate was still lapping at Lori's pussy. But it looked like Kate was just playing. It looked like she was just enjoying tasting another woman. Lori reached out and put a hand on my chest to feel me breath. Kate looked over and caught my eyes. I sighed deep.

Eventually, we all ended up in a pile on the floor. Extremities were tangled and overlapped as we rested. It was getting late. The sun had set an hour or so ago.

"Do you want me to get blankets and sleep here on the floor or do we want to move to our bed?" I asked.

"Should I stay?" Lori sheepishly asked.

Kate answered both questions, "Let's all vacate the living room and get comfy on the California King."

I got to my knees and extended helping hands to lift them both. We all moaned at sore muscles. My knees popped as I stood. My penis was still somewhat engorged, but it hung in a very satisfied manner. I patted Lori's ass as we climbed the stairs to the master bedroom.

We all fell asleep fairly quickly. Lori was placed between Kate and me. There was some petting going on between the two of them as I drifted off to sleep. At one point I awoke and watched the two of them in a rather intense 69. Lori must have crawled on top of Kate. The two of them hit a crescendo about 15 minutes after their ministrations pulled me out of my sleep. I watched and stroked my cock quietly.

Exhausted, Lori rolled back into her place in the middle with her feet pushing on the headboard a foot or so above my head. Her head hit my thigh and she noticed a semi-hard penis right next to her head. She lifted slightly and took my cock into her mouth. She obviously wanted to play with it more than I really needed to come again. Either that, or she felt some obligation or need to include me. But, I didn't really need to come again. I thought it might be better for me in the morning. After a while, I pulled her off saying, "Let's get some sleep." Kate was already breathing loudly.

Lori turned around on her back and put her head on the middle pillow. I pulled her into my chest and kissed her forehead. We fell asleep soon afterwards.

The morning arrived rather quickly. I'm either blessed or cursed with needing only five or six hours of sleep a night. Don't get me wrong. I can sleep in like the best of them. But, I typically wake up between five and six every morning. When the sun crept in the window, I looked over to my left. Lori was spooned in with Kate facing me. Kate's hand was draped over Lori's hip on the outside the sheet. Lori had a hand outstretched on my chest as I sprawled out on my back.

I slid out from under Lori's hand. I walked into the closet and found a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on the floor. I put them and on and quietly exited down to the kitchen. I made coffee first and watched the sky slowly brighten over the mountains while the coffee maker made those wonderful sounds and smells. Breakfast would be bagels and cream cheese.

I turned on the computer and started typing. I had an urge to record the events from yesterday before the edges blurred too much.

Around, 8 a.m. I heard talking upstairs. I poured to cups of black coffee and climbed to the bedroom. When I entered the room, they were both lying on their sides and holding hands. The sheet was about waist high. They both shifted when I entered.

"Mmmm. Coffee!" stated Kate.

"Yeah," added Lori.

"Lori, do you take anything special in it?" I asked.

"Black's fine," she agreed.

They sat up as I handed them their mugs. Kate's large breasts had sheet marks imprinted on them. Lori's looked pink inside a pre-existing bikini line. She obviously got too much sun yesterday. 

They sipped their coffee, I sat on the edge of the bed next to Kate, and we all talked. We all agreed that yesterday and last night was special. Nobody said it couldn't happen again, but our solid marriage and friendship came first.

As it has taken me a month or so to finish this story, I can assure you things have returned to normal. Lori still stops by a couple of times a week unannounced. She joins us for dinner quite often and always brings a bottle of wine. We've talked of that night a couple of times, but we've not repeated it. Lori is a bit more affectionate with me. She touches me more often than she used to. It is harmless contact among good friends.

Kate and I still say we are not swingers. I realize I have no need to look further than my wife. She is amazing all on her own and our sex life is strong and healthy. I'm not sure the balance of our marriage should take too much of a good thing. We both agree, sex parties and anonymous sex with others is of no interest to either one of us. But, I know Kate. It may take months to work out the details, but she is already planning the next threesome ... or something, I hope.



Sunburned in San Diego



Julie Mc Adams leaned against her kitchen table and sipped a glass of iced tea as she flipped through her mail. Between the T.V. Guide and the electric bill was an envelope with a return address from Phoenix, Arizona. Tossing the other mail aside, Julie took the letter into her bedroom where she sat down on the edge of the bed to read it. The letter was in reply to a personal ad she'd placed in a magazine called, "Hands On" two months earlier. Her ad read: 

"Got a hand that's just itching to spank a naughty bottom? 

Attractive single lady 37, short black hair and hazel eyes, seeks firm-handed woman 30-45 for casual O.T.K encounters. 

Role playing optional. Sense of humor and discretion a must!" 

Write c/o JM in San Diego,CA." 

"Dear JM," the reply began. "I'm a social worker here in Phoenix. 

I'm 39, nice-looking and physically fit with blue eyes and curly auburn hair. I am recently divorced and have fantasized for years about spanking other women. Work keeps me in town most of the time, but my weekends are free for travel. I'm sending you a S.A.S.E. so that you can reply. If you're not interested, simply mail the envelope back to me. I'll understand. 

Otherwise, I hope to hear from you soon. Sincerely, R.W." 

The letter writing went on for another month. They exchanged stories and photographs and told each other their real names. R.W.'s was Rachel Walker. Then one of Rachel's letters included her phone number. The night after receiving the letter, Julie called Rachel. 

"Hello, Rachel?" 

"Yes?" 

"This is Julie from San Diego." 

"Oh. Hi, Julie! I'm glad you called!" 

"Are you free to talk?" 

The conversation was like that of any other two people for about five minutes. Then Rachel ventured past the bounds of the weather and other pleasantries. 

"So, how did you get interested in spanking?" 

"I'm not sure when the seed was first planted." Julie said. 

"Both my parents spanked me at one time or another, but I certainly didn't attach any enjoyment to that! Then one day, when I was fifteen, I was watching Monty Python and The Holy Grail on t.v. with my boyfriend and there was this scene where all these women in a convent were begging Sir Galahad to spank them." 

"I love that scene!" Rachel said. "It's so hot!" 

"I know! I couldn't understand it, but the idea of all those women wanting a spanking gave me this funny feeling inside." 

"What did your boyfriend think of the scene?" Rachel asked. 

"He just laughed." 

"Did you tell him how you felt?" 

"Oh, no!" Julie said. "I was too shy. We hadn't even kissed. I wasn't planning on ever telling anyone about it! But the next summer, I went to cheerleading camp and things changed. There was this beautiful girl with long blonde hair. Her name was Heather. She was captain of my squad and was always getting on us about being on time for practice. Without thinking much about it, I suggested spanking as a punishment for tardiness." 

"Then you showed up late all the time." 

"Every chance I got! Now, I wasn't generally interested in girls back then, but Heather had the prettiest face and the silkiest thighs I had ever seen. I found myself daydreaming about laying across them all the time. One afternoon, when I'd been twenty minutes late, Heather had me stay after practice. She said she'd decided to take me up on my spanking idea. I followed her into a wooded area in back of an empty baseball field. She sat down on a fallen tree and reached out and took me by the wrist. Then she yanked me to her side and without a word grabbed the elastic band of my shorts pulling them down to my knees. My panties went with them. I could feel goose bumps rising up on my legs and arms as she hauled me over her lap. She didn't waste any time. The spanking started fast and hard and it stayed that way until it was over. It couldn't have been more than two minutes, but I'll never forget it! I can still remember the feeling of the cool air on my bottom just before the first swat landed and the sound of her hand smacking my ass over and over. And I know it sounds funny, but I'll never forget the smell of the juniper berry bushes that surrounded us. That was the first of many spankings I got from Heather that summer. For the next three weeks, she toyed with me at every opportunity. She'd give my ass a hard smack when nobody was looking and I mean a slap that would lift me off my feet! One day, in the shower, she hauled back and gave me such a swat that I had to cover my mouth to keep from crying out. She'd stand right behind me during exercise and whisper: 

'In ten minutes, those shorts are coming down!' 

It was a little bit frightening at times, but I couldn't resist her. She had me under a spell. Whenever we could get away together and find a private spot, it would be only seconds before Heather had me pinned over those heavenly legs with my gym shorts around my ankles. Man! Could she spank hard! I remember standing up at the back of the bus all the way home." 

"What turned you on the most?" Rachel asked. 

"When she took me by the wrist. That's when I really got weak in the knees. Ever since then, I've loved that moment just before a spanking when I get taken by the wrist and bent over. Most people don't get that it's the details that can make or break a spanking scene. It's the way someone scolds me- the way they pull my panties down. There's so much more to it than just the spanking itself. If all I wanted was to get my ass slapped, I'd be a waitress at a truck-stop!" 

The two of them laughed. 

"All right, what was your first experience?" Julie inquired. 

Rachel took a deep breath and began. 

"I was in college. I was a freshman and I met this other freshman girl in a chemistry class. Her name was Masami. She was very American, but her parents were from Japan. I've always been attracted to Asian women. Anyway, we became fast friends. I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be flirting with me at times. One night, I went over to her dorm room to study and talk. The first thing I noticed when she invited me in was that on the wall over her bed was a poster of a woman spanking another woman. I didn't say anything at first, but eventually I had to ask about the woman being spanked. 'That's Betty Page.' she said. 'Isn't she beautiful?' I took a long hard look at the picture. It was black and white and had a very early fifties look to it. This tall woman holding a hairbrush had another woman in a black bra and panties over her knee. The young woman getting spanked had long, silky black hair, just like Masami's. 

'I wish I were her.' Masami said, looking at the poster. 

She told me she'd found a hairbrush just like the one in the picture. Then she went into the bathroom, brought it out and handed it to me. It was this heavy oak brush which I patted against my palm a few times. I asked her if she had ever been spanked with it. She told me that she'd smacked herself with it a few times, but that was all. We both stood there for a moment, looking at each other. She took her hair out of the ponytail it was in and let it fall freely around her shoulders. We started to take off each other's clothes. When we were both down to our underwear, like the women in the photo, I took a chair from behind a nearby desk and sat down. Masami carefully slid over my lap. As I took hold of the top of her panties, she arched her hips so I could slide them down past her thighs. She had the loveliest bottom. It was small and round and so soft! I ran my hand over her perfect cheeks for at least a minute. I almost didn't want to spank them. You know, the way a cake is sometimes so beautiful you nearly hate to eat it. But then I raised the brush and gave her perfect ass a smack. She jerked and gasped, yet I could tell that she wanted more. So I hauled back and began giving her a real bottom blistering with that brush. She was kicking and crying before I was done. At any moment one of her room mates might have walked in on us, which only added to the excitement. Afterward, I stood her up and we kissed for the longest time. We took off our remaining clothes and laid down on top of the covers wrapped in each other's arms. It was so..." 

"Beautiful!" Julie sighed. 

There was long moment of silence before Rachel spoke again. 

"Listen... I want you to say something for me." 

"All right." Julie said, softly. 

"I want you to say 'bare'." 

"Bare." 

"Good. Now say 'bottom'." 

"Bottom." 

"Say 'spanked'." 

"Spanked." 

"Now I want you to say, 'I'm going to get my bare bottom spanked.'" 

"It's so embarrassing." Julie giggled. 

"I know. It's delicious, isn't it?" 

"It's deliciously humiliating. My face is warm." 

"You're blushing." 

"Yes. Yes, I am." 

"What are you thinking about right now?" 

"I'm bent over. All the blood is rushing to my head and your hand is all over my ass.... caressing... squeezing." 

"Then what?" 

"Then you tell me I've been very bad and that you're going to spank me." 

"Do you want me to spank you?" 

"I need you to! I need your hand! I need to be over your knee!" 

"Or maybe I'll bend you over a chair." 

"No! Over your knee, please! It's where I belong! I want to feel your thighs against mine!" 

"What a naughty girl!" 

"I'm the naughtiest girl in the world! The question is- when are you going to come to San Diego and do something about it?" 

"All right. When are you free?" 

"This weekend would be good, only..." 

"Only what?" 

"I have to work Saturday morning." 

"Okay, let's do it this way- I'll call and make reservations at a hotel for the weekend, then I'll fly into town Saturday night and stay over. Sunday morning I pick you up and you can show me the town. Then, if everything goes well, we can go back to the hotel and play some games." 

"I don't really think games will be necessary." 

"You know what I mean. I'll call you Friday night and we'll work out the details. Now, come on... say it for me." 

Julie hesitated a moment, then spoke slowly in a girlish manner. 

"I'm going to get my bare bottom spanked." 

Saturday evening, Rachel boarded a late flight from Phoenix to Lindbergh Field in San Diego and spent the remainder of the night at a hotel in La Jolla. 

Sunday morning found Rachel and Julie strolling through Balboa Park and the San Diego Zoo. In the afternoon, they drove back to La Jolla and walked along the beach. It was a lovely day marred only a few times by bratty behavior on Julie's part. When it came time to leave the zoo, she threw a temper tantrum claiming she wanted to stay longer. On the way to the beach, she insisted on having the windows down even though Rachel, who had rented the car, wanted them up. And at the beach, she continually kicked sand at Rachel. This was the only time that Julie got a verbal warning. 

"Young lady, I'll take you over my knee and spank you right here in front of everybody!" Rachel said well within earshot of several sunbathers, causing Julie to blush openly. "I think it's time we go back to the hotel." Rachel added quietly. 

Julie bowed her head, nodding in agreement. 

As the two women entered the air conditioned hotel room, Julie meekly stated the obvious. 

"I'm going to get it, aren't I?" 

"Oh, yes!" Rachel said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and motioning for Julie to approach. Julie walked slowly to the bed. Rachel snapped her fingers. "Take off that dress." As soon as Julie had taken off her simple sun dress, Rachel grabbed it and tossed it aside. "Now the bra." Julie removed her bra which was also tossed to the floor. "And those shoes." Julie kicked off her shoes and awaited further instructions. Saying nothing, Rachel grabbed Julie's peach colored panties by the waistband at each hip and yanked them down to her knees which were just then beginning to shake. The cool air rushed across Julie's ass cheeks. She became dizzy and her mouth went dry. The uncertain feeling in her stomach that came whenever Heather had taken her by the wrist had returned. And, for the first time in years, Julie McAdams was all goose bumps. 

"Bend over!" Rachel barked. Her voice was like a starter's pistol. Julie's body jerked and she obeyed the command. She bent forward, carefully placing her hands on Rachel's right thigh and knee, then on her left thigh and knee and then on the floor, all the while lowering herself until her midsection was balanced across Rachel's lap. "By the way," Rachel said as she ran a hand across Julie's round white cheeks. "I think from now on you should address me as ma'am when you're being punished. What do you think about that?" 

"All right." Julie agreed. 

Her bottom was immediately given a sound smack. 

"I beg your pardon?" 

"I- I- I mean yes, ma'am." Julie stammered. 

"Good. Let's begin." 

Rachel unceremoniously lifted her hand and began slapping Julie's ass with gusto. There was no warm-up or teasing, just a sound spanking that had Julie flinching and wincing from the start. The strokes were swift and hard. The pace of the spanking increased and decreased only slightly as it was administered. Rachel's style was methodical but far from machine-like. The slaps were consistent and yet some were clearly more vindictive than others. Julie's bottom was being brought to a rosy glow by the hand of a woman who knew how to do it. Julie gritted her teeth and managed not to cry out even though the assault on her backside was terribly painful and humiliating. Thoughts of her days at cheerleading camp flashed through her mind, she could almost smell the juniper berries. She even feared that she might call out Heather's name. And, just like those camp encounters, it was all over too soon. 

"Stand up." Rachel commanded. Julie pushed herself from Rachel's lap and stood at her side. The peach panties slid down to her ankles. "Are you going to start behaving yourself, now?" 

"Yes... for now." Julie said coyly. 

Rachel reached back and gave the vixen's bottom a hard slap. 

Julie yelped and arched her hips forward. 

"What was that?!" 

"Yes, ma'am." Julie gulped politely. 

Rachel stood, walked over to a closet and took out a white cotton bathrobe. She noticed that Julie was rubbing her bottom and trying to look back and survey the damage. 

"How's that fanny feeling?" Rachel asked, slinging the robe over her shoulder. 

"Well-done!" Julie replied with a smirk. "Care to kiss it better?" 

"I'll tell you what," Rachel smirked back. "I'm going take a shower and wash some of this sand off. I want you to stand here with your panties around your ankles and think about what a naughty girl you've been. If I come back and find you standing right where I left you, we'll go out and have a nice dinner. If I come back and find you anywhere else, it's another trip over my knee." Rachel pointed a threatening finger. "And next time won't be so much fun!" 

With that, she went into the bathroom and closed the door. 

As soon as she heard the shower being turned on, Julie kicked off her panties, ran to the full-length mirror on the closet door and turned around to her look at her backside. Her bottom was perfectly pink, not splotchy or uneven anywhere. It was as if she'd gone to the beach and gotten a sunburn, but only on her bottom. It was a work of art. Julie threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes. She couldn't stop smiling or thinking about what a perfect paint job she'd just had applied to her back porch. Soon her hands wandered down below her waist. She fingered herself and thought about how easily she'd been taken over Rachel's knee and about Rachel's firm thighs and even firmer hand. The feeling of her hot, stinging ass cheeks against the coarse lining of the bed cover spurred her on. The faster she rubbed herself on the bedspread the deeper she plunged her fingers. She became so involved with herself, she didn't notice that the shower was no longer running and a minute later, when Rachel swung the bathroom door open, Julie was genuinely surprised. 

"Well now, what do we have here?" Rachel said, folding her arms. 

"Oops! Looks like you caught me!" Julie shrugged her shoulders and tried to smile. 

Rachel tightened the knot in the belt on her robe and quickly advanced. 

"All right, get up!" This time, Rachel took her by the wrist, a detail that sent a shiver up Julie's spine. She pulled Julie from the mattress and over to a nearby chair. Rachel turned the chair outward and sat down. "I guess you didn't get the message earlier." 

"Oh, I got it! I was just hoping to get it again!" 

"As you wish!" Rachel said, tossing Julie's naked form across her lap. She took a large wooden hairbrush from a pocket in her robe, lifted it up high and without further warning began to give Julie a harsh spanking with it. Julie's body shuddered at the first few blows. Her buttocks tensed and she let out a high-pitched squeal which was unusual for her. This was her first serious encounter with a hairbrush and she wasn't prepared for the sharp intensity of the swats. Rachel could sense this and in between the stinging blows she glibly lectured her partner. "Listen up, Miss McAdams!" WHACK! "Things are going to be different when you're with me!" CRACK! "Get it?" SMACK! 

"Yes!" Julie gasped in between swats. 

"What was that?!" Rachel brought the brush down across Julie's bottom with a resounding slap. 

"Ooh! I mean no! I mean, yes ma'am!" 

Rachel switched the brush to her left hand and began massaging Julie's ass cheeks with her right. She lightly ran the nail of her middle finger between those hot swollen cheeks and then patted them lovingly a few times. 

"You know, I don't plan to be this severe every time I punish you." Rachel cooed. "After all, the threat of a spanking can be nearly as thrilling as the actual execution. However," she paused. "When I warn you that your behavior is going to get your ass in trouble and you choose to ignore me..." Julie peered over her shoulder to see that the brush was back in Rachel's right hand which was raised on high. Julie turned away and tried to brace herself for what was to come, which was the hardest swat Julie's bottom had ever received. After that, the spanking became fast and frenzied. Rachel swung the brush in rapid circles, like a Ferris wheel out of control. Each rotation of her wrist bringing another dose of misery to her young companion's quivering buns. Julie was kicking now. She gripped a chair leg with one hand, clawing at the carpet with the other. Tears were streaming down her burning face. She tried to cry out, but found to her amazement that in the excitement of what had become the spanking of a lifetime, she had developed an uncontrollable case of the hiccups. Every time she opened her mouth to beg for mercy she could only gulp air. 

"Could anything be more humiliating than this?" she thought as the spanking reached its climax. "Could anything be more intoxicating?" 

Just as Julie's hiccups subsided, so did her punishment. Rachel tossed the hairbrush on the bed and immediately grabbed hauled Julie to her to her feet. 

"Now, am I going to have to use that brush again on this trip?" 

Julie, who was sobbing uncontrollably and gripping her bottom with both hands, managed to respond. 

"No!" 

Julie stood there, teary-eyed and weak-kneed, until Rachel placed her hands on her shoulders and softly kissed her neck. Julie's eyes rolled back in her head and she gratefully wrapped her arms around Rachel, pulling them together. Rachel's hands slid from Julie's shoulders, down her back and then cupped her stinging buttocks giving them a gentle squeeze. Julie sighed and ground herself against Rachel's waist. Rachel pressed her lips to Julie's left ear. 

"Put your clothes on. We're going out to dinner." 

Surprised, Julie pulled away a bit. 





Sunburned in San Diego



"But aren't we going to-" 

"Next trip." Rachel cut her off. "Now get dressed or I'll pick up that hairbrush and..." 

Julie immediately let go of Rachel and began looking around for her clothes. She found her dress lying behind the bed and started putting it on hurriedly. 

"I'm not sure I'll be able to sit down!" she said. 

"I know." Rachel laughed as she walked back into the bathroom. "But it's going to be a pleasure watching you try!" 

Julie was able to sit at the restaurant, but she squirmed in her seat a little during the meal. She noticed Rachel checking her watch. 

"What time is your flight?" she asked. 

"In about two hours." Rachel sighed. "Listen, why don't you stay in my hotel room tonight after I leave. It's already paid for." 

"Sounds like fun." 

"I want to clear something up right now." Rachel took on a serious tone. "I wanted very much to be with you tonight. When you were standing there with your panties down, rubbing that hot little bottom of yours, I was as turned on as I've ever been in my life!" 

"Really?" 

"Yes, really! What do you think I was doing in the shower?" 

They both laughed. 

Then Rachel took Julie's hands into hers. 

"And I'm sure that when you come out to Phoenix, I won't be nearly so shy about it." 

"I wish I could come back with you tonight!" Julie pouted. 

"Me too, but let's be practical. When can you get a few days off?" 

"Labor Day weekend is next month. I could fly out then." 

"Then next month." Rachel said as she leaned down and kissed Julie's fingers. 

"I'll think about you." whispered Julie. 

"You'd better!" Rachel said, smiling. 

By the time Rachel was boarding the red-eye flight to Phoenix, Julie was lying on her stomach in the hotel bed, letting her hands wander across her tender, pink, ass cheeks. She was thinking about Rachel's powerful hand. She grasped both of them as she imagined herself sprawled out over Rachel's lap. And when she thought about all the possibilities that awaited her in just a month, her hands crept under her hips. The air conditioner blew a chilling breeze across Julie's sore, throbbing bottom. It was a lovely contrast to the fire that was burning just below. 

THE END



Sunburned Saturday



Author's Note: In case you haven't lived in any of the border towns, a bit of vocabulary might be useful:

Tio/Tia=Uncle/aunt

Oso/Osito= Bear/Little bear

Dale (two syllables)=Go!

M'ija=contraction of my daughter, term of endearment

*

My mom had to work the weekend after my 18th birthday, so it was natural for me to celebrate with my favorite extended family, Tio George and Tia Rosa. Tio had been born "Jorge" in Hermosillo, had walked across when he was 15, learned English, worked like a dog, became a citizen and changed his name to "George." He was a brawny bear of a man so I also called him Tio Oso, and his wife referred to him as "mi Osito". The two had not been able to have children of their own, but they made up for it by hosting virtually every celebration in our sprawling family. 

My birthday party on Friday was fun but uneventful, I whacked what would probably be my last piñata, ate cake and went to sleep with the traditional cry of "Dale, Dale, Dale" ringing in my head... 

The next day Tio loaded up a car-load of cousins and we went to the water park out in Marana. Tia had gotten called in to work so wasn't able to go with us. Before she left for work, though she came and gave me a big hug, then holding me at arm's length, inspected me, giving me a thoughtful look that I couldn't interpret. She really didn't want to leave our party, and I thought I understood. In many ways at 40 she seemed much younger than my 36 year old mother. It was going to be a fun day, and she had to go to work. As I learned later, that wasn't it at all.

I had on my suit, a basic one-piece speedo that I knew would stay on in the slide or during chicken fights and a thin old UA tshirt as a coverup. I wasn't one of those girls that like to wear bikinis and then act all surprised and shreiky when boys untie the strings...My adult woman's body was still new and novel to me, and frankly I was in no hurry to have it mauled and ogled. I didn't want to be my mother, who was pregnant with me at this age...

So, we all piled in and proceeded to have a great day. I must have ridden the big slide a million times. My cousin Ramon and I dominated during the chicken fights, and the only bummer was, I forgot to reapply sunscreen and got scorched.

When we got home that afternoon, my cousins all left, and when I pulled off my tshirt, Tio, gasped: "Oy m'ija you got really burned today. You keep forgetting that you're only half Mexican, pobrecita. God gave you the soul of a Mexican, but, lo siento, la piel de tu papa."

Apparently my father had been some kind of blonde Viking guy, because I was tall for a girl, 5'11", and strawberry blonde, freckled, green eyed. I never knew him of course. He took off when he found out mama was pregnant with me. 

"Go take off that wet swimsuit, shower the chlorine off. Put on Rosa's robe, hanging behind the door. When you come out, Tio George will put some aloe on you."

I did as bid and then came back out to the living room. Tio had gone outside and cut off a bunch of aloe. He had slit several of the leaves open longitudinally, so that they formed wide, slightly gooey swabs.

"Nature's burn ointment, m'ija" He said as he tenderly rolled back the top of the robe and began to smear it on my bright red shoulders. His touch was so gentle, that that was half of the medicinal value. As a child, anytime I got sick and needed to stay home from school, Tio George had been the one to take care of me. He worked nights at Hughes, but he never refused my mother's entreaties, even though it meant that he effectively worked for 24 hours straight on those occasions. "La familia es primera, mija," he would say as he made me caldo con queso...I was the only girl in almost 20 male cousins, so I was doubly special to him. Tio was also the one who protected me from the depredations of all of the drunks at my quinciera. I never saw him touch alcohol. His brothers used to tease him about being the family "Mormón!" 

After covering my shoulders and arms with the cooling goo, he knelt by the couch and starting covering the backs of my poor fried legs. 

It felt so good I was almost drooling. Since the robe was Tia Rosa's, who was about 5 foot nothing, it covered my ass but only came down a couple more inches onto my thighs. When he reached the bottom of the robe he stopped.

"You probably want to do the rest, eh, m'ija, hasta tus chonies?"

"No, Tio. Your hands feel soooo good. Keep going please. "

I spread my legs slightly, so that he could catch the inside of my thighs, and then I felt him raising the robe to reach the rest of my legs...assuming that I was wearing chonies, he flipped it up over my butt...but I wasn't wearing anything. Only the robe. 

I held my breath for a long moment fearing that he was going to get mad at me or something. Neither of us moved. Then finally I heard him exhale and continue to apply the balm where he had left off. When he got to the bright white line where my red skin stopped and swimsuit covered butt began he stopped for a moment. 

"Todo bien m'ija?"

'Si Tio, todo bien."

"Spread your legs a little, honey, so I can get in there too."

I could feel his hands shake as he spread the slimy gel between my legs. I shivered, and found myself covered in goosebumps. It was the closet anyone had been to my sex, and the feeling of exposure and lust was intoxicating.

Very softly he said, "OK just rest awhile and let that soak in. Then you can roll over and you can do your front."

I heard him leave the room. A few moments later I heard the shower running. Later I learned that he ran it ice cold, trying to quench the wave of lust that the sight of my white naked ass had had on him. It didn't quite work...

I dozed off right there, on my tummy, the robe off of my shoulders, really only covering my midsection. I awoke sometime later to find him sitting beside me on the couch. He had showered and changed into basketball shorts and a tshirt. He was gently stroking my hair.

"Are you ready to turn over so you can do your front now, angel? It has soaked into your back."

'OK. But will you stay here with me?"

He hesitated. "Ok, if you like."

"What I would really like is if you did it for me. You have magic fingers!"

He laughed at that and said "How can I refuse a request like that?"

He turned to face my feet and said, "Ok, rollover, princess."

I turned over, careful to cover up with the robe. I held one hand clasped to hold it closed over my breasts, and another to keep it closed below.

He started on the tops of my feet. By the time he reached my thighs, I had goosebumps again.

"Want me to stop? You take it from here?"

"No... I like it when you...touch me," I whispered.

He turned to look me in the eyes when I said that, and I met his gaze, unblinking.

He sat on the edge of the couch. Facing my head. Once more he raised my robe, but this time he was prepared for my nudity so was careful to arrange it so that my sex was just covered. Once more he spread the coolness right up to the line of sunburn. And stopped.

"OK, chica, just a little more on your escote and we're done!" He said emphatically.

Tio reached up and proceeded to smear the sap on my upper chest. I closed my eyes, and slowly lowered the top of the robe until I knew that the white upper slopes of my boobs were exposed. Just the nipples were covered. Tio applied to the burn line. I barely stifled a moan. He ventured onto the white slope. I arched my back. He smoothed lower, brushing up against the robe that I held as a barrier. He brushed up against the robe again, applying a slight downward pressure.

I took the hint.

I let go of the robe, allowing my left hand to fall limp to the floor.

With agonizing slowness, he caressed me. He no longer was bothering with the pretense of the aloe. He was now reveling in my young flesh. My young taboo flesh. 

My nipples were already hard from the anticipation, but now they could cut glass. Gentle circular motions with his fingers. Kneading the flesh, squeezing, then tweaking the nipples. Rolling them between his finger and thumb. I opened my eyes. He was transfixed. Staring unblinking at my boobs...

I croaked, "te gustas, Tio?"

"Yessss," he hissed. "They are perfect. You are perfect princess."

"They are all yours Tio. You are the only man to ever touch me.

With that I released the grip that my right hand had maintained on the lower half of the robe, and allowed my left foot to drop to the floor. I was still covered for the moment, but ...

He leaned down and began to suckle my breast. At the same time, he allowed his left hand to slide down, down over my ribcage. Over my belly. Pushing the robe aside...to my sex. 

After a few exploratory passes up and down my lips, he began to stimulate me in earnest. The suction on my tits was indescribably wonderful :easily the greatest sensation I had ever experienced, but then when he found my moist clit sticking up... well. 

I came hard. The first non-self -induced orgasm that I had ever had.

I covered my eyes with my right arm as I came down from that first one. My left hand found its way onto his lap, and there made another discover. My uncle was huge.

Through his gym shorts, unbidden, I began to stroke his erect cock. It grew under my ministrations. He raised up slightly so that he could slide his shorts down to release it and then I opened my eyes and propped myself up so that I could see my first hard cock. 

Tio gave me minimal direction as I fumbled through my first hand job. He would lean over occasionally and allow his spit to drool onto the head as lubricant. The fact was he was as worked up as I was-even my inexpert efforts brought him to a thunderous conclusion in just a few short minutes. He leaned over and lay atop me, both of us totally enervated, when suddenly he bolted upright. 

"Rosa gets off at 6! She could be here any minute now!"

I sprang up too, and ran to the guest room that was my basecamp when at their house. As I put on a sundress, I heard the garage door rumble up...

An hour later, Rosa knocked on the door and said "wake up sleepy head, dinner time"

I was so obviously sunburned that I had an excellent excuse for my subdued affect. Tio tried to be his usual boisterous self, but I knew it was work. Luckily, Aunt Rosa was exhausted as well, although she was tired from being on her feet for 10 hours at Northwest hospital.

I volunteered to clean up the kitchen though, and she gratefully acquiesced. She gave me a kiss and a big hug, and said "Happy Birthday, mija. Good night."

Tio and I silently, dazedly went about the cleanup ritual. I bent to load the dishwasher and that was when he came up behind me. He was hard again, and he took my hips in his big hands and briefly ground himself against me. Then, as though ashamed, he left the room. 

I was confused. In one part, still high, and aroused, and in another, well...he was my UNCLE.

I had fallen into a fitful sleep when I became aware of a presence in my room. When I opened my eyes, I could make out Tio standing by the head of the bed. He was illuminated from the hall light spilling through the open door.

He was looking down at me. Silent. Then he reached down and cast the sheet back...I was in an old three button PJ top and panties.

Something brushed the side of my cheek. Bending over, he grabbed me under my armpits and bodily hauled me around so that I was crossways on the bed, my head hanging over the side.

When I opened my mouth to protest this uncharacteristically rough treatment, he shoved his penis in my mouth. He forced himself in me, bending my head back to shove it deeper into my throat. I gagged. I flailed, my eyes watering with pain and terror. I thought I was going to suffocate. He pulled back out enough for me to catch my breath, then rammed it back in. Reaching down he ripped apart my PJs, exposing my tits to his mauling attention. And that was how Tia Rosa found us, some time later. My favorite uncle, my hero raping my face, mauling my breasts, me crying and gagging, trying to catch a breath when I could.

Jorge Luis Martin Sandoval! VEN ACA!

And that was all it took. She shoved him out of the room, and came to me. Cradling me in her arms, She cooed to me until at last I fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke to the welcome smell of tia's coffee. She had brought me a little tray with a cup of café con leche, a few galletas and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. That was how she always awoke me when I slept over...But this time she sat on the edge of the bed and again cradling my head and stroking my hair asked how I was.

My throat was sore, and I sounded froggy, but I told her that I was OK.

Bending low, she whispered in my ear: "I hope you can ever forgive us m'ija..."

"Tia, you saved me. You have nothing to be forgiven for."

"No, m'ija, I am as much to blame as that beast that is your uncle. He is at confession now. God knows he has much to confess. No, I am to blame because I know how he is...the way he used to be after your mama...I was so relieved when you came out so gringa, because I was afraid that he was going to turn out to be your father..."

This was a lot to take in. "You mean mama and tio..." 

"Oh, yes. I knew about it of course. But in a way I was glad that he kept himself in our family. Your mama is my best friend, and she was lonely, and I was working all the time in those days...For me it was better than him going off with some gringa puta... And when I saw you yesterday morning, I knew I should call in sick. God was talking to me, and I didn't listen. You have become such a woman, m'ija, and it seems like just since we last so you..."

"I forgive you Tia, if you feel you need my forgiveness..."

"Thank you child. You have always been a good soul."

Then briskly she said, "I got called in, and so I can't delay much longer, but I can take you to work and then you can have your mama come get you..."

I was silent for a few moment, thinking. 

"No Tia. I'll be alright. I need to face the bear sooner or later. Best not put it off..."

"That's my girl. He's a good man. But he is a man, and sometimes the good gets buried. "

With a twinkle in her eye, her final words were, "And if he is going to stray, at least he's going top drawer!" Chuckling to herself, she trotted off down the hall and left for work. With her final words, I realized that Tia Rosa had basically blessed his/our transgression...

I was still lying in bed, enjoying my coffee, when I heard the garage door rumble. My heart raced as I thought about facing my uncle again. I sat straight up in bed, the sheet pulled up to my chin.

He stood in the doorway, unsure. He had been crying.

"You can come in Tio. I patted the side of the bed and he perched there uncertainly. He wouldn't meet my eyes. Suddenly he blurted out, blubbering through his tears: "M'ija I am such a bad person. You are the most precious thing to me in the world and I hurt you, I was greedy and cruel and I wish I could die..."

We had just finished reading The Tempest , so it was natural for me to say, "Tio, it was just your Caliban coming out. C'mere." And I motioned for him to lay his head down on my breast, cradling him as Tia had me not 20 minutes before. "I forgive you old bear.,,I just didn't like that you wouldn't stop when you were hurting me..." this brought a fresh wave of remorse and self -recrimination...

I continued, "and I don't want to lose my virginity to my uncle...here," continuing to stroke his head, I slid the sheet down so that his face was against my bare breast. "This is for my bear. He gave me a tentative kiss between my breasts. 

Then, bending to his ear, I whispered the words that every man wants to hear: "If you lube up and promise to be gentle, you can take my rosebud..."