0 comments/ 90134 views/ 6 favorites Houseguest By: WeJaySal "Morning Don. When is Mary getting home?" "Hey! Morning Kevin. She still has a couple more days and should be home Saturday sometime. " Mary, my wife, works for a company that at times requires her to travel and she had been gone for almost a week. Kevin was a friend of ours that had been through a messy divorce and until he got his feet back on the ground was staying with us. Mary and I had known he and his ex-wife for years, before their marriage began to fall apart. She had gotten the house in part of the divorce agreement so we had invited him to stay with us. "Bummer! Couple more days huh? I thought I had it bad getting divorced, now here you sit without getting any either!" Kevin laughed. I laughed too. "Yeh, for sure it's been many years since I've had to be alone and flog the old log!" Kevin sat quiet for a moment. "Alone? Mary joins in? Must be nice, my ex never did anything like that... She was the old missionary position from day one!" Kevin put his coffee cup in the sink. "I gotta get to work see you this evening. " "Didn't know you were a missionary. " I laughed and waved as he went out the door. What a shame I thought to myself, Kevin and I had partied in college and had been pretty wild in our day. I was lucky with Mary that after 30 years our sex life was still quite varied, but I had never known Kevin's had been so refined. Picking up the rest of the dishes and putting them in the sink I headed off to work. When I got home that evening there was a message on the answering machine from Kevin. He had a date and was going to stay in town and would be in later. I got a shower and pulled on a pair of boxers and flipped through the TV stations, but couldn't find anything interesting. My mind kept going back to our conversation from the morning and I idly played with my cock. One of Mary's and my favorite fantasies had become that of me watching her with another guy and as I thought about it my cock began to get hard. Glancing up at the clock I saw it was only 9 and figured Kevin wouldn't be in for a while. We had a homemade video that we made where Mary and I talked about this fantasy. In it she had jacked off while I fucked her with a dildo and she had gotten off a couple times. While I used it she had jacked off with her fingers then had used her vibrator out and gotten off. It showed her sucking me and stroking me then ended with me taking her from behind. I still found the ending the most erotic. I had shot a couple loads in her then pulled out and jacked off onto her ass. We both fantasized that it was another guy doing it. Digging around the tapes I finally found it and put it in. I pushed the start button and pulled my cock and balls out the opening of my boxers. Precum dripped from the tip and I used it to lubricate the shaft. It felt good stroking the length, I hadn't gotten off all week and I knew it wouldn't take me long to blow my load. Suddenly I had a thought and hurried into the bathroom. I found her body oil and squirted some in my palm and coated my prick. It made a real slick sound and my fist moved easily along the shaft. I sat back down and began jacking off. I wanted to try and hold my load until the last scene so I cupped my balls and using my index finger and thumb pulled the skin down tight and squeezed. Using my other using just a couple fingers and thumb of my other hand I teased up and down over the crown. The volume was just right and I could hear us talking about our fantasy and Mary getting closer and closer to her orgasm. My balls were filling and I was almost to the 'point of no return. ' I squeezed tighter and began pumping my fist faster on my oiled shaft. The back door slammed shut! 'Shit! Kevin's back early!' I thought to myself while reaching for the remote and trying to put my cock back in my boxers. There was too much oil on my hand and I dropped it and was trying to pick it up. "Hey Don! What's going... OH! Sorry... " Kevin stood in the archway just as I found the stop button. "Hi... ahh... I... well... ahh... " The TV was snow and luminated the dark room. My cock at half-staff jutted out of my boxers. There was no mistake what I had just gotten caught doing, and I knew my face was beet red from embarrassment. "I didn't think you would be back so soon. " I managed to get out and get my cock back in my boxers. Glancing over at Kevin I did notice that he had a slight bulge in his slacks though. Kevin chuckled but stared at my cock that was now pressing against the material of my boxers. "I didn't either... she had a great body but was nothing but a prick teaser. " He looked over at the TV and then back at me. "Didn't mean to interrupt... I'll leave you alone... " He turned and headed towards his bedroom. "No... that's ok... " I grabbed the towel and wiped the oil from my hands and off the remote. "Why don't you get us a couple beers. " I didn't know what else to say. "I'll... ahh... get things picked up here... " Geez, that sounded dumb! "You sure?" Kevin asked looking back. I nodded and he headed into the kitchen and came back with a couple beers in hand. "I really didn't mean to interrupt... hell I do that too from time to time. " He sat down on the couch and handed me a brew. I tried to smile. "Well it's been a long week and didn't think you would be back so early. " I hit the eject button and the tape popped out. I didn't know how much of it he had seen and didn't know what I was going to tell Mary. The video sure wasn't for 'general viewing'! "Got any others?" Kevin nodded towards the VCR. "Although that one did look pretty good. " "Yeh got some others. This is one of those homemade ones. " I pulled it from the machine and got one of the X rated tapes Mary and I had bought. It was one of those with two women doing each other and then joined by a friend. I put it in and got it started. We watched in silence drinking our beer. "Good movie. " Kevin moved around and as I glanced over I could see his cock now pressing firmly against his slacks. "I had one I kept in the garage that was of a woman and two guys. Used to watch it when 'the bitch' wasn't around. " He laughed. My own cock had hardened while watching. "You ready for another beer?" I stood and headed to the kitchen. "Yep I'm ready. " I grabbed a couple more and returned to the couch. Kevin now had his hand over his cock and I could see him squeezing it through the material. My own balls were full and after being interrupted so close to cumming my cock strained inside my boxers. I was horny and HAD to get off! Maybe that's why I couldn't believe my next statement! "Can you keep something just between us?" Kevin glanced over. "Sure. What?" He looked at me as I sat down and handed him his beer. When I sat my cock found the opening in my boxers and stood in all its glory. I didn't bother putting it back. "The little bit you saw of that movie was one I did of Mary and me. I'll put it back in but you can't ever tell her you saw it. " "Oh... OK... I promise I wouldn't do that. " He hesitated for a second, "I've always wondered though what she looked like naked, and from what I saw... damn!" I smiled as I put the movie back in. "Thanks, I think she is. If you... umm... don't mind I'm going to finish what I had started too... " "Right now I'm so horny I don't mind at all! Is it... well... would you mind if I joined you? My cock is going to burst inside my shorts here pretty soon!" "No not at all... " I laughed nervously as Kevin stood and dropped his slacks and stepped out of them. I could see the outline of his cock inside his jockey briefs and had a full view as he pulled them down and stepped out of them. As he pulled his shirt over his head I had to stare at it! Damn! What a cock! I pulled my boxers off and sat naked next to him on the couch. I always thought at eight inches I had a good size cock, but his had me beat by a good two inches! "Damn your big!" He laughed again. "Yeh, the old lady always complained I was too big!" He pulled the length of the shaft and a drop of precum appeared on the tip. "Do you have any more of that oil? You're not exactly 'small' yourself. " He looked over at my cock lying hard against my belly. "Your balls are heavier than mine though. " He spread his legs slightly and cupped them in his hands. "Sure, let me get it. Mary says I have big balls, never did have anything to compare though... until now. " I looked down at his as I headed for the oil. Sitting back down I covered my cock with oil and handed it to Kevin. Kevin spread oil over his cock and slowly began to pull along the length. Although circumcised the foreskin would almost completely cover the head when he pulled his hand forward. "Damn that feels good. I have to admit that I've jacked off the past couple weeks thinking about fucking Mary... I hope you don't mind. " "No not at all... actually... " I pressed the start button. "... watch this. " I watched the movie start and adjusted the volume so Kevin could hear the fantasy playing out of how I wanted Mary to get filled by another man. My eyes went from watching the TV to watching Kevin jack off. Our arms would brush against one another and at first we would each pull away. I noticed that Kevin was doing the same as me. He would watch the movie then glance down at my fist jacking my prick. Although I could hear the voices on the screen I couldn't take my eyes away from watching him masturbate. Our arms now touched as we stroked our cocks, which added to the eroticism. "Oh damn!" My balls were going to explode! Pulling the skin tight to the base of my shaft I used my other hand to wrap around the shaft and began jacking faster. I was no longer watching the movie but Kevin's fist moving over his oil-slicked prick. I glanced up quickly and saw that he too was watching me as intently. "Ohhhhhhh... " Knowing he was watching me! I was watching him jack off! "DAMNNNNNN!!... " My cum erupted and covered my chest and belly. Releasing the base of my cock I stroked the entire length emptying my filled balls. His fist was a blur, then gripping the shaft tightly he pulled down to the base and stopped. A load of cream shot from the tip of the purple head. "OhhhHHHHHHDAMNNNnnnn... " Kevin's hand move rapidly up and down his cockshaft. Three full loads erupted from his prick, some of it flying over and landing on my pumping fist. His eyes riveted on my spasming cock which now spent leaked cum from the tip and over my hand. "Oh my gawd... oh my gawd... " Kevin began to relax and leaned his head against the couch as the last of his load oozed out over his fist. "Yeh... damn... " I relaxed and held my now softening cock lightly in my hand. I stole a glance at him and his eyes met mine "That was different. " "It sure was... I wonder what Mary is going to think... " I looked back at my prick and noticed the movie had ended and clicked the TV off. Walking into the bathroom I returned with a couple towels and we cleaned ourselves up. Kevin and I sat there for a few hours and talked about what had occurred and after some beginning nervous conversation came to terms, and were ok, with what had happened. Finally we decided it was time to turn in for the night and headed for our bedrooms each of us in our own thoughts. I woke early, thoughts of the previous night and telling Mary of it gave me a raging hard on. I wasn't sure how she would react but dialed her hotel, one hand wrapped around my cock and stroking. "Hello. " Mary answered sleepily. "Hi Honey. I've got something to tell you that happened last night. " I collected my thoughts. "And I think you'll find it interesting... guess you're still in bed, huh?" "Oh? What might that be?" She giggled, "Yes I'm lying naked and I was sleeping. " I had tried to come up with the way to tell her, but my mind was as stiff as my cock! "You know some of the fantasies we have? Well... umm... last night I got... ahh.. well.. got caught jacking off. " The words then tumbled out, and I tried to imagine what the look was on Mary's face. "... then Kevin and I watched each other jack off and cum... " "WHAT! YOU DIDN'T! Oh my gawd! Tell me about it! All of it!" I began telling her about how it all came about. As I was talking I could hear a rustle of material on her end. "What's all the noise?" "Damn Don! Don't stop. The noise is me getting my vibrator. " I heard the hum begin of her favorite toy and continued on with all that had happened. Precum oozed from my cockhead as I talked, and with the sound of her breathing and knowing the vibrator was working over her clit I could feel the load building in my balls. My fist moved faster along the shaft of my hard cock. "Did... did... you two watch... watch... each other... " Her breathing was becoming faster as she tried to talk. "Yes we did. Didn't even see the movie but watched our hands... " I heard her groan. "I began to cum and he jacked off faster and then shot his load. Guess what... " "What... what... grrrraaaa... " It was more a moan than speaking. "When he came... his cum landed all over my fist and cock... " "OHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh... damnNNNNN... AHHHGGGGHHHH... " I could hear the bed moving as Mary climaxed. I could see her humping the tip of the vibrator that was held tight to her clit. "ohhhHHHH... I'm cumming too!... DAMNNNnnnn... " The release felt good and I watched my cum shoot and land on my belly. "Oh that feels good lover. I'm shooting cum... " "Yes... yes Don!... milk the cum out of your prick!... Cum for me! I can see it shooting... I can hear your hand... I'm going to... to... cummmmmm again-n-n-n-n-n... ohhhhhyesssss... " My cock was shrinking in my cum coated hand as I listened to her achieve another orgasm. "I love hearing you cum. I can imagine you lying naked their with your vibrator getting off. " She was quiet for a few seconds and I could hear her breathing return to normal. "I wish I could have been there. HELL! I wish I could get out of these meetings and be home to watch you tonight!" I chuckled. "I wish you could be here too... maybe you wouldn't just have to watch. " I smiled as lewd thoughts went through my mind. "I don't know how I would react. BUT I'll tell you this! Tonight when you are watching 'our movie'... which I don't mind if you show it to him... I'm going to be here in my room getting off too. " "That will be an interesting thought. You getting off in your room 200 miles away while we're here watching you get off on the video. " We talked for a few more minutes and said our good byes. I headed into the shower to start my day... Houseguest Paul grimaced as another bead of sweat dripped from his face. His arm was getting tired; but the pseudo-image his mind created was enough to drive him further. After all, the image of his high school science teacher bent over her wooden desk, legs spread to expose her beautifully groomed pussy, was enough to put any man’s arm in a cast. He imagined her calling out to him, begging to feel his cum squirting deep inside of her. The arch of her back, moist with perspiration, glistened as she moved against his thrusts, maximizing his pleasure. He could already feel the beginnings of his orgasm when his bedroom intercom rudely interrupted him. “Paul! Dinner’s ready sweetie!” He didn’t even answer. How could pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn possibly replace the sexual surge he’d experience when filling Ms. Stoker like the cock-hungry whore he knew she must really be. His momentum thoroughly obliterated, he decided those pork chops wouldn’t be such a bad thing, if they could exercise a little more tact next time. Nevertheless, he dressed himself and walked downstairs, determined to make up in food what he lacked in sexual pleasure. Through the clanking of silverware and scraping of plates, Paul and his mother accomplished little in the way of conversation. This meal, though, seemed especially awkward. Even the slightest remark from Paul’s mother seemed forced and carefully uttered. Either something was wrong, or Paul was still just a little pissed about his ruined pre-meal attempt at defiling his teacher. “How was your trip, mom?” “Good,” she said, almost before he finished the last word. Paul hesitated for a few seconds, waiting for an elaboration. There was definitely something wrong. He knew his mother well, and she never passed up an opportunity to provide every little detail about a business trip. The woman liked to talk, and any silence from her was a telltale sign that something was amiss. “Paul,” she spoke before he could come to any conclusions. “Your father and I have been apart for two years now, and well, he’s moved on. It took me a little longer, but I think I’m ready to move on too, don’t you?” This is where Paul always grew impatient with his mother. Couldn’t she just get to the point? In any effect, this was up to him. “Mom, if I leave this conversation up to you, I’ll have an ice cold pork chop and not a lot of time to do my homework. Spit it out, ok?” He smiled genuinely at her, taking the edge off his sharp words. “I’ve met someone, Paul, when I was in Houston. His name is James, and we’ve gone out every time I’ve been down there for business.” Paul was indeed surprised at the news, but not exactly shocked. This wasn’t significant enough to upset him; he had dealt with his mom’s divorce sooner than even she had. “That’s great, Mom. Too bad he’s so far away, but that’s great.” The genuine smile never faded, he was truly happy for his lonely mother. She, however, didn’t seem so happy all of a sudden. “Well, that has been a problem since we first met. We decided we’d fix it though, before either of us ended up getting hurt. He wants us to live together, Paul.” She caught her words, if a little late, and corrected them. “WE want to live together, and because I know you’d never leave your friends at school, I decided they should move in with us.” This, he decided, was a great deal more upsetting. Nevertheless, Paul was graduating high school in only a few months, and he knew he’d be leaving the house anyway. “Well, Mom. I don’t really know this James guy, so you can’t expect me to be that happy, but I guess its not so bad, seeing as how I can keep you guys under close watch here.” He winked at her, that playful sarcasm reminding her for a moment of his father. “Whoa! Wait a friggin second, THEY?” He had just realized what she said. “Well, he has a daughter, she’s actually your age. Turned 18 last month.” Paul let his guard down and considered the implications. There was a spare bedroom in the house; he wouldn’t be giving up any space. “Well its only a few months, I guess it’s no big deal, right.” The ice broken, they talked effortlessly for the remainder of the meal, Paul asking many questions about this James fellow, and his mother constantly reassuring herself that he was indeed alright with this sudden change. Back in his room, Paul was far from distraught at the situation. The magnitude of this news did not affect him greatly; he was college-bound in almost 4 months and really did want to see his mother happy. He learned that the father/daughter combo was making the move in a little under two weeks. School would be out, then. He’d hardly even be home to notice them. Two weeks came and passed rather uneventfully for Paul. School had let out the day before, and he actually found himself excited to meet the man who made his mother this happy. Maybe this girl would make a few friends. Maybe they would be quite hot. Maybe Paul would waste no time using that to his advantage. Yes, this could actually be a good thing. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard what might have been a car door. His mother’s shriek of “They’re here!” confirmed the noise. To say that Paul was unprepared for what was about to happen is a gross understatement. A man, whose details escaped Paul’s vision completely, walked up to the door. With him was by far the most stunning creature Paul had seen in months. This girl, who must have been his daughter, stole Paul’s breath with what he considered to be a flawless figure. At 5’4”, her petite frame stood in a way which called out to him, begging his eyes to peruse her entire body. A tight-fitting pink tube top cradled her perky teenage breasts, and the presence of her nipples was so faint against her bra that Paul wondered if he merely imagined them. His eyes wandered to her exposed stomach, and felt more than a faint twinge in his pants as he witnessed the sexiest belly-button ring he’d ever seen. His fantasy was cut short by “And you must be Paul!” “James Sterner, nice to meet ya!” He shook hands with the man, shifting his head to acknowledge him but keeping an eye fixed on the flawless specimen of teenage beauty which stood before him. “Hi, I’m Paul.” “Jenna, nice to meet you.” Her smile was as radiant as the rest of her, and for a second Paul felt guilty for starting his evaluation at her breasts. His mother invited the newcomers inside, and Paul had the pleasure of following the curves of her ass and thighs as she swayed hypnotically to the living room. This summer might prove more interesting than he had first thought. The next few days were hell and heaven for Paul. The temptation to act on his sexual urges for Jenna became overwhelming. She never seemed to dress in anything but the sexiest clothes. Today she wore a sports bra and exercise shorts, and Paul couldn’t help but feel as if she practically dressed for the sake of his erections. Thoughts of his high school science teacher were quickly replaced by the imaginations of Jenna, washing her father’s car in her soaking wet t-shirt and bikini bottom. Paul found himself masturbating more often; every time he left his room she was there, teasing his eyes with her girlish charm, radiant smile, and silky-smooth curves. Ironically enough, Paul found himself avoiding her at all costs. As a result, he barely knew the girl’s personality. If he were an artist, though, he could sketch every inch of her body. He could describe, if he wanted, the exact way she smelled, down to her deodorant and shampoo. Paul could hardly contain himself around her, and his fantasies about her consumed more than an appropriate share of his typical summer day. A fairly uneventful Tuesday allowed Paul to wake up to the sound of his alarm clock, set to the local rock station. He took his time shutting it off; the song playing was a current hit. A few minutes and stretches later, he began to make his way to the kitchen when something grabbed his attention. His direct view of the den lent him witness to Jenna, digging around in his mother’s cash envelope. The adults were at work, she must have thought he was still asleep. A healthy stack of twenties came into view, and Jenna wasted no time confiscating a few of the bills. Her surprise was genuine and abrupt when she turned to see Paul, staring directly at her at no more than ten feet away. “I.. uhh.. I was just looking around…” “Save it,” Paul spoke harshly. His plan was formulating as he spoke the words. “The money’s still in your hand; you’ll have a lot of trouble coming up with an excuse I’ll believe.” Jenna blushed, embarrassed and very red-handed. “Come on, Paul, I just needed some money for the mall. Give me a break.” Paul smiled, but something about that smile signaled to Jenna that he was still very serious. “I’ll give you a break, but not for free.” She thought she understood, and started to hand him a couple of the newly-acquired twenties. “No. I’m not interested in the money. What I’m interested in… is you.” Jenna’s eyes glanced up at him, and her blush slowly turned to intrigue. “Me?” She walked up to him, her delicate body moving gracefully from side to side. “Why didn’t you say so, Paul. You didn’t have to catch me stealing money to have that.” She winked, and reached out to grasp his hand. As she leaned toward him, she pulled his hand under her shirt and allowed his palm to gently cup her breast, which Paul suddenly realized was not at all supported by a bra. She leaned into him further, and began to nibble at his ear. Her whisper tugged at his erection as if she were stroking him. “So take me, then, if you want me.” In spite of the initial shock of the situation, Paul actually felt more comfortable than he’d been in the past few days. After all, he had fantasized about this situation often enough to make it seem very possible. “So now that you’ve caught me, what exactly are you going to do with me?” Her smile was wicked and sinister, and dripping with sex appeal. “What I wanted to do to you the second I saw you, fuck your naked body in every way imaginable” If she was surprised, she did not show it in the least. Instead, she whispered in his ear, “You’re the boss.” Paul felt his cock hardening at those words, and suddenly realized that she was very much telling the truth. “Strip for me; I want to see every bare inch of you.” Jenna seemed to be enjoying this entire game, as if the stolen money were not even a factor anymore. Paul wondered if she’d be doing this even without the stolen money. Jenna slowly pulled her loose-fitting tank top over her head, letting locks of golden blonde hair cascade against her soft, fair skin. Her breasts were as perfect as he’d imagined, the little pink nipples complimenting their perfectly round shape, which held firm even without a bra. She stepped back from him now, so that he could take in a more full view of her body. Jenna seemed to be a pro at this type of thing; there was no discomfort or shyness about the girl. In fact, Paul wondered if he really was the boss; if she ordered him to lick her pussy he would be on his knees before the last syllable. “You’re in luck, Paul, I just shaved this morning,” she said in a playful way. Her thumbs hooked each side of her cute little pajamas and slowly pulled them down. She swirled and twisted her body to draw the suspense, and Paul shuddered audibly as she revealed her beautiful, carefully groomed pussy. She shaved the sides completely, and left a small, neatly trimmed triangle of blonde hair at the top. The girl was no stranger at all to driving a man’s eyes crazy. She was undressed completely, now, and Paul could say nothing in the way of orders; instead he found himself comparing her to his fantasy of her, and what stood before him surpassed even his vivid sexual imagination. “And now that I’m so very naked and horny, you won’t be needing those clothes will you?” She decided to jump start his sexuality by placing a hand on each of her nipples, pinching them slightly. “Come on, Paul, my pussy is aching for you.” He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her delicate frame. Paul would savor this moment; he would not rush into something so perfect. She arched her neck as he began kissing it, savoring the warm feel of his moist tongue against her cool skin. She could feel tiny goose bumps raising against her body, and gently pressed her fingernails against his back as he began to suck lightly, dragging his mouth down to her collarbone. “Oh, Paul. Don’t stop.” No matter how typical of a response that was, Paul never stopped loving the sound of it. He placed tiny open-mouth kisses against her chest, and had to fight from going directly to her nipples. He did begin to kiss her breasts, though. One after the other, he opened his mouth enough to swirl his moist, hot tongue against her already-hard nipples. She moaned slightly, enough to drive Paul wild but not enough to sound fake. She ran her fingers through his thick brown hair and ached to feel his mouth wrapped tightly around her. He sucked forcefully on her nipple, pinching it lightly between his teeth and pulling out, all the while fondling the other with his thumb and forefinger. He could tell she was getting wetter, he could almost feel the warmth from her pussy. Jenna pulled at his shirt, dragging it over his head and throwing it to the side. Paul was a muscular man, a result of intense high school football training. He stood at 6’2”, and his height was intimidating even as he crouched to fondle her body. Paul raised to kiss her again, and she returned his kiss in full, letting her soft, agile tongue dance with his as she groped and tugged at his body. Paul felt her hand wander down to his zipper, and she eagerly began undoing the buttons. She moaned as her hand wrapped around his shaft, and pulled it out with a couple of strokes to harden it further. Paul was at a loss for words. Here he was, fulfilling a fantasy which had consumed his mind for almost an entire week. Paul was about 6 inches fully erect, but at this second he had the confidence of a porn star. “I want to feel it in me,” she spoke softly, “but not before I wrap my lips around it.” If he thought he was hard before, his dick seemed to turn to steel at the mention of her warm, delicate lips, the same that kissed him so passionately a minute ago, wrapped tightly around his cock. She knelt before him, nipples hard with arousal and completely unclothed. Jenna wasted no time with teasing, she seemed so hungry for his body that she could not even attempt to resist him. In truth, Jenna wanted nothing more than to take every inch of him into her mouth, sucking his cum down her throat. Jenna loved giving head. Something about the power and control of having a man at her complete selfless mercy made her pussy ache with desire. She looked up at him with beautiful blue eyes, and opened her mouth wide. Slowly leaning forward, she let him watch every inch of his dick sliding slowly into her. He shuddered each time he felt contact with her mouth, but it was not until he was fully in her that she closed her mouth around him, filling his body with perfect ecstasy as she began to slide back and forth. Paul could not help himself as he ran his fingers through her blonde hair, pulling and pushing with her motions as he watched this naked teenage girl working at his cock. She seemed so excited by it, so very eager to taste him. Paul had received blow jobs before, but they were very forced and uncomfortable episodes, involving more than a fair share of teeth, complaining, and careful planning of what he was to do when he was “coming”. Jenna seemed that she didn’t even care. At times she’d squeeze his shaft, letting her tongue swirl around the head as she fondled his balls with her other hand. Paul was never a very vocal guy, but he heard himself moaning quietly as she sucked and begged for more. Already, only after a few minutes, Paul felt that sudden urge within him. His cum boiled inside of him, begging to explode in this woman’s mouth. Usually, when Paul masturbated, he wanted to come as quickly as possible. Now, though, he would have given anything to hold off as long as possible. Still, he could not ignore the overwhelming feeling, and shouted “I’m going to come,” expecting Jenna to withdraw her mouth. Instead, and to his erotic surprise, she slammed her mouth against him for a few more strokes, and then slide down the entire shaft of his cock, her lips pressed firmly against his base. He moaned louder than he’d ever admit, as streams of piping hot cum squirted directly down her throat. He could feel her lips wrapping even tighter around him, as she sucked with all her might. He literally felt the cum being pulled from his body. She swallowed every drop eagerly, and didn’t remove her mouth until his cock stopped pulsing. She then held the slowly softening dick in her hands, and began to milk it gently with her fingers, sucking a little each time a drop of come would surface. Paul came to his senses, and spoke for the first time in what had seemed like hours. “You’re fucking incredible, you’re everything I fantasized.” Jenna blushed and giggled a little, and Paul loved that not a drop of cum remained on her lips. She rose to meet him again, and Paul realized that the orgasm did very little to curb his arousal. While physically he was soft and satisfied, mentally he wanted nothing more than to bend this girl over his bed and fuck every inch of her pussy. She wrapped her hand around his and brought it firmly against the soft, smooth contours of her pussy. Paul could feel the warmth from her, and gently pressed his finger against her body. Jenna’s hot, moist pussy accepted him without reserve, and he felt his finger slide deeper. She moaned and shuddered for a second, feeling weak from his touch. Realizing that he could enjoy himself even with a flaccid penis, he laid her down on the sofa and gave her a reassuring smile. “Your body is perfect, and I’m going to see to it you are thoroughly rewarded.” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he allowed two of his fingers to slide inside of her. She was so slippery, and warm! What excited Paul the most, though, was that she shuddered and squirmed with every thrust of his eager fingers. Paul loved to see a girl writhe in pleasure beneath his grip, but no woman had ever responded to such a slight touch with such drastic displays of sexual ecstasy. He realized, quickly enough, that he would want to use much more than his hands to pleasure this newly-met vision of sexual perfection. He found himself kissing all around her pussy as his fingers dove deeper, thrusting in and out of her as she squealed in pleasure. It wasn’t long before Paul located her clit and began to brush the tip of his tongue against it lightly. The combination of his delicate tongue circling against her clit and his fingers diving hungrily into her cunt made Jenna scream with pleasure. “Oh God! Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me with every inch of you!” To his surprise, Paul felt his cock harden immediately at her words. He would have thought he needed to wait a little longer before another erection, but his body was quite ready to take on Jenna’s eager pussy. Still, he was enjoying the work of his fingers and tongue, and found himself lapping hungrily at her, sucking her juices and letting his tongue explore inside of her. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him closer, letting him taste the juices deep within her as she screamed for him to fuck her harder. Soon Paul realized his tongue was going to be very inadequate for the level of pleasure begged for so desperately. He knelt before her on the couch and took his cock in his hand. The look of surprise and happiness on Jenna’s face after noticing his erection made Paul feel like a sexual superhero. Houseguest He wasted no time in placing the head of his dick against her soaking wet cunt. She thrust her hips against him, begging to feel it inside of her. Paul obliged her without reserve, sliding himself into her as he felt her legs wrap around him. His thrusts were powerful and fast; he knew that his second orgasm would come much slower than his first, and so he had no problem resisting the urge of orgasm as he pumped against her body forcefully. She moaned, wailed, screamed at times. “Fuck me harder, Paul! God, fuck me until I bleed!” Paul couldn’t believe his ears. The things that came out of this woman’s mouth were exactly what any superficial guy imagined a dirty slut saying. But this was no dirty slut. This was the most gorgeous woman Paul knew, and here she was, begging for him to fuck her in ways he could only dream of until now. He slowed his thrusts for a moment, allowing his legs to take a small break from the muscular torture they were enduring. Jenna took this time to speak to him, through small moans of pleasure. “You can come inside me, Paul. I’m on the pill.” He couldn’t imagine a more perfect scenario. Paul had only been laid a few times, and never was he allowed to come inside of a girl, especially without a condom. He nodded excitedly, and decided that he didn’t need any more of a break. Paul thrust against her forcefully, letting his cock slam into her, each time pulling it almost completely out before slamming it in again. She felt every inch of him gliding in and out of her, and worked hard not to squeeze him in two as her legs grappled his waist. She moaned each time his balls slapped against her ass, sending her entire body into sudden jerks of pleasure. Paul glanced at the clock, an old habit of sexual time-keeping, and realized that he had been screwing Jenna for almost twenty-five minutes. He could not believe he lasted so long; it must have been because of the previous blow job. Jenna interrupted his calculations. “Oh Shit! I’m coming Paul, fuck me I’m coming!” To Paul’s surprise, he felt the urge as well. He bore down on her, cradling her back in his arms as his cock drove wildly in and out of her. He felt himself shuddering, and knew he would come soon. Still, he was able to witness Jenna screaming in orgasmic pleasure. She closed her eyes and arched her back, letting his cock inch a little deeper inside of her as she came with passion. He could feel the muscles of her pussy wrapping tightly around his dick, he could feel every pulse of her orgasm as the cum raced from his body to hers. He tightened every muscle in his body, squeezed load after load of cum into her pulsing body, and cried out as she lay there, accepting every pump of his powerful cock. The muscles of her pussy seemed timed perfectly with his own orgasm, as he felt the inside of her milking and squeezing him for every last drop. Sweat covered his body, and hers as well. He collapsed against her, his semi-hard cock still nestled inside of her, and kissed her neck. “You’re incredible, Jenna.” She smiled, and casually remarked, “All of this for a few stolen twenties? I should start stealing all the time!” The next few days were nothing in the way of awkward or uncomfortable. Paul quickly found out that Jenna did not consider the episode a one-time-thing. Sometimes, when the parents were off to work, she would come into his room and let him wake up to the feel of her lips wrapped carefully around his cock. She never seemed to get tired of it. She was fascinated with his body, and he with hers. Sometimes she’d walk behind him in the kitchen, and without a word, stroke his cock until he came. Quickies were not uncommon, and she never seemed to hold out on foreplay for the sake of sex. Jenna knew there were enough hours in a day to fuck him however she saw fit. Sometimes she’d walk into his room while he was listening to the stereo and simply ask him to fuck her. How many times has he heard, “Paul, are you busy? I’m really fuckin horny, and my fingers could never fuck me the way your beautiful dick can.” That summer, Paul rarely left the house. He found every excuse he could to stay home, and Jenna did the same. The two formed a perfect sexual pair, and they experimented with every form of sex they could learn. Paul couldn’t help but laugh to himself every time he thought about his initial hesitation in the acceptance of his mother’s relationship. He could have never predicted that his mother’s boyfriend would deliver to him the most incredible sexual experiences he could imagine. This summer, he decided, was as perfect as it could get. Houseguest I'm a 24 year old management trainee in one of the largest cities in the U.S. I'm gay, out, and comfortable with who I am. I share a 2 bedroom apartment with another man, but he is straight and we are not involved. He's comfortable with my homosexuality. On a Wednesday, my roommate (Edgar) asked if a friend of his could stay in his room while Edgar visited family out of state. "His name is Kevin, but I doubt you actually see him all weekend. He'll get in late Friday night, and then has plans with college buddies starting first thing Saturday morning." I didn't have a problem with it. Edgar and I are good friends and I trust his judgment, so I told him it was a non-issue. I was going out with Friends Friday night and figured to sleep late on Saturday. "Just make sure he has a key.....I'll be out late Friday." "Thanks Todd.", Edgar told me. Friday night's party turned out to be a dud. It was supposed to be at an Irish pub near our apartment and the organizer had screwed up the date he'd reserved at the bar. A group of us tried to fight the crowd and I finally decided I was going to head home about 9pm. I got home and changed into some gym shorts and a t-shirt. Flipping on the television and finding The Shawshank Redemption, I decided to have a glass of Cabernet before bed. Not long after sitting, I heard the lock being fumbled with and actually panicked a bit. Realizing it was probably Kevin, I waited and watched the door open. In walked a 6 foot tall black man. I smiled saying "Kevin?", and walked over offering my hand. He shook it saying "Yes! Hi! You must be Todd?" "I am. Nice to meet you. I thought you were coming in later." He replied, "I caught an early flight. It's been a hell of a day and that was the first thing that's gone right. I'm beat and I'll get out of your hair really quickly. Edgar said his room was the one past the kitchen, right?" Trying to just show some hospitality, I wanted to offer him a drink. "It is. I'm turning in shortly too but was just having a glass of wine. The least I can do is offer you one." Kevin laughed, "a few minutes of Shawshank.....red wine......that does sound like a good nightcap. Thank you. I'll set my bag in Edgar's room and be right back." I went to our kitchen bar, poured him a glass, and refilled mine. Walking back to the living room, I handed it to him. He took it, held the glass to his nose with eyes shut and inhaled. "Cabernet?" I laughed, "Nicely done! Color me impressed." "Long ago, a girlfriend made me take a wine class. I really got into it, and appreciate a good wine. Thank you." "You're very welcome. Have a seat" I suggested as I motioned to the couch. I sat in an overstuffed chair myself. We made some more small talk while Shawshank played on in the background. I refilled our wine glasses and was starting to feel just a bit of a buzz. I was enjoying the night, starting to find him attractive but thinking back on his "girlfriend" comment earlier and presuming him straight. During a lull in the conversation I decided to pry a bit. "Are you still seeing the wine class girl?" I asked. "No, that was about 4 years ago." he answered. "Surely your wine knowledge helps you impress other girls then?" "I haven't dated girls for several years Todd." As he said that, he held my gaze. I'd avoided letting myself find him too physically attractive presuming him off limits. But wow, his deep set eyes, firm build, shaved head, and GREAT smile, were all combining to stir my hormones. I'm not always a bold person. At 5'8" and 150 pounds, I'm small and have the personality of letting others set the tone of any situation. With that in mind, I don't know if it was the wine talking or what. But after we held our stares for several seconds, I opened my mouth and said "Can I give you head?" Without saying anything he stared back. I got the sickening feeling I'd embarrassed myself. I was preparing to apologize when he stood up, unzipped his pants, and sat back down. I melted inside. The best moments in life are the unplanned ones and this was as good as it gets. I walked over to him, smiling and holding his eyes. I stood tall in front of him. He reached up to my shoulders and gently pulled me down to my knees between his legs. I reached inside his fly, hooked under his warm cock and pulled free a nice specimen, about halfway erect. As it firmed and grew in my hand, I leaned down to kiss the head, licking a circle around it. Now fully erect, he was about 7 inches and a little thicker than my thumb and index finger could encircle. Kevin started to rub my head on one side. I wanted to start taking him into my mouth but wanted better access. So I reached up to undo his belt and button. As I tugged on his pants and boxers, he raised his hips to let me get them to the floor and off his feet. Looking down, I saw fully his wonderful hairless cock and large balls. I grabbed the base of his pole with my left hand and leaned in, guiding the head around my lips. His smell was slightly heady, pleasantly mixed with his body spray. There was nowhere I'd have rather been at that moment. He moaned and thrust lightly letting me know he wanted me to take more. I opened wider, letting the head enter my mouth and held it tight. His slight salt taste was intoxicating to me. I used my right hand to start caressing his balls, earning another pleasant moan. Then I started to work lower, taking 3, 4, 5 inches into my mouth. "Oh God baby.....Oh God!" came out of Kevin's mouth. Nothing gets me going more than hearing a lover enthralled with my work. I pulled back up to the head, taking a lot of friction with the pull before diving back down to 5 inches. His breathing increased and so did my pace. Up to the head, down to 5 inches. I loved his rubbing of my head and twirling of my hair. As he got more and more excited, I wanted to try deeper. At 6" he pressed against my throat. Just another inch and I'd have him bottomed out. Holding him at 6, feeling gentle pressure from his hands, I pushed on. I had to fight off gagging but held my ground taking him all. As I pulled back to the head, I could sense him getting close. I wanted badly to let him finish in my mouth but to my surprise, he lifted my head off of him. I looked up puzzled and he whispered "I need to fuck you." With that he leaned down and kissed me, long and open mouthed. I love a guy kissing me after I've had him in my mouth and I knew then I'd do anything this man wanted of me. With our mouths entwined, Kevin stood and helped me to my feet. I leaned to his ear and whispered "I'll get some lubricant and be right back." I raced to my bedroom, grabbing a tube, and hurrying back. I knew a condom would be smart but I wanted this Adonis bareback, nothing between his shaft and my pleasure. When I ran back in, Kevin was totally naked and pulled me to him for another kiss. As we made out, he lifted off my t-shirt and gave my shorts a tug. The elastic made my 5.5" erection flip upward. He reached down and stroked me a few times before reaching for the lube. Kevin then turned me around, facing the couch and held me from behind. I could feel his erection against my ass, and wanted him so badly I could have fainted. He started to nuzzle my neck, then pushed me forward so I was leaning over the couch back. Both of his hands were working over my ass and he was kissing down my back. I heard him flip open the tube before before applying it, he separated my ass cheeks and gave my hole a few licks. My moans were involuntary as he pleasured me. After a few licks, he pressed a lubricated finger inside me, easily entering my waiting hole. "Kevin, fuck me now baby...fuck me now." was all I could say. Kevin stood back up, but kept me bent over the couch. His hands separated my cheeks again and he started sliding his cock up and down my well lubed crack. "Please baby...please!" I moaned. Then I felt the pressure. He aligned his head and started working into me. Slowly but firmly he opened me and took me. There was pain, but it was slight and overruled by my pleasure. He was the largest I'd had in over a year. I turned the pain into a groan of joy as he pushed about halfway in. He withdrew slightly before going deeper. I was determined to take all of him and felt wonderful when his hips were tight against my butt. Getting my used to him, he then pulled my shoulders back up, his hands rubbing my chest and stomach. His pace started to pick up, going from almost all in, to just the head. Each time he thrust deeply, he raked across my prostate giving me a shiver. I turned my head hoping to get our mouths together and Kevin met me there, our tongues dancing as he fucked me. At the same time, his hand went lower, to start stroking my hardness. Between his prostate massage and hand work, I wasn't going to last long and told him so. "Cum for me baby. Cum for me." he whispered into my ear. I was so close that it pushed me over the edge, shuddering as I shot into his hand. He held his penetration deep while I unloaded. He wiped my cum onto my hip, then said he wanted to finish on my bed. He popped out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and I led him by the hand to my bed. "Lie on your back." he ordered. I certainly complied, and he followed me, lifting my feet up to my head. I reached down to guide him. This time his entry happened smoothly, all the way to his hilt. "I love fucking you baby!" Kevin said as he started thrusting faster. I leaned up to meet his face and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his head and rubbing his soft bare flesh. I couldn't believe he had much longer, knowing he was close to cumming when I was sucking him. But he surprised me, continuing to thrust for what seemed like an hour. "You cum for me now baby.", I encouraged him. "I want you on top for that." he replied and rolled back, pulling me over on him without ever leaving my hole. I started to ride him, on my knees, but he was thrusting up at me with enough force I didn't have to do much. At the same time, he started pulling my cock. I had never cum twice from a single fucking, but felt I was close. "Kevin....Kevin.....Kevin....." I moaned, starting to shudder. With another pull, I shot a second orgasm on my stomach and chest. That pushed him over the edge and he thrust upward into me with a wave of manly power. I felt his tremors deep inside me and watched his facial contortions as he absolutely unloaded inside me. His orgasm seemed to last a full minute. When it finally subsided, his body relaxed and I laid down on top of him, keeping him inside me. I bent forward to lick as much of my cum off him as I could reach. He smile at me, kissed me, then gently withdrew from my ass. I rolled to his side, kissing his chest and giving an "mmmmm". Coffee the next morning and swallowing him in the shower will have to wait til part 2. Houseguest Ch. 2 "She wasn't upset?" I had just told Kevin about talking to Mary and his face showed surprise. "No, matter of fact, she really got turned on!" I laughed, "I listened to her jack off while I told her all about it. " We had ordered out and were sitting at the table just finishing up. "Wow! When things settle down for me, I hope I can find a girl that is like Mary! I can't believe she did it on the phone with you. " Kevin was cleaning off the table and having gotten home before me was walking around with just his boxers on. It was unmistakable the effect of our conversation was having. His hard-on made a tent in the front of them. "That would be something, wouldn't it? Maybe get to watch them do each other. " I had gotten my shower and also in boxers my cock throbbed. I knew I was turned on thinking about this morning and Mary, but I also found it erotic to see Kevin's hard cock and imagine how it would look fucking her. I knew it was fantasy as Mary wouldn't want to turn it into reality, but now that I had seen his cock my imagination was working overtime. What amazed me was how turned on Kevin got thinking of Mary. It's not that she is unattractive but she wasn't the same girl as she was thirty years ago. Age takes it's toll on all of us, at 50 her breasts weren't as firm and her hips had broadened some. Actually, I thought, as I pictured her in my mind I can see why she turned him on. Mary has dark brown hair, shoulder length, with light blue eyes and a great smile that lights up the whole room. At 5'6" and 140 pounds she is well proportioned, especially her 38D breasts and small dark nipples that are sensitive as hell! Great legs that at the "V" where they join her hips hide her pink slit and clit under a thick brown trimmed mat of pubic hair. I unconsciously played with my cock, as I thought about her standing naked in front of Kevin. Kevin laughed, "Let me find a girlfriend first... You ready to watch the movie?" He glanced down at my fist pulling on my cock. "Sure am!" We headed towards the living room. "Damn! Mary really likes that fantasy!" We had watched the entire movie and stroked our cocks but neither of us had cum. We had teased our cocks through it and both of us sat in our boxers with our cocks pulled out. My cock strained for release and the veins stood out along the length, the head swollen and a dark purple. Kevin was in the same situation and I could see the head glisten with the precum that coated it. "Let's watch it again... but I don't think I'll make it all the way through!" Rewinding the tape I watched him continue to stroke the length of his hard shaft. Pushing the start button I heard the movie begin but couldn't take my eyes off his cock. My own fist moved over the crown of my cock as I stared at him. I hadn't considered doing this with another guy, but watching him and with my own balls full I stared lustily at him jacking off. "Kevin... would you... ahh... would you mind... " Damn! The urge was almost unbearable! I wanted to take his cock and jack him off!! What was I thinking?! He was staring at my fist pumping. "Not at all... if you don't. " Releasing his cock he pushed my hand away and began jacking me off. "OH SHIT! DAMN!" I grabbed his hardness and stroked the thick length. Our arms slammed one against the other as we held the other's cock. Feeling his cock in my hand, the hard pliant flesh in my fist. It felt so different! I watched his balls draw closer to his body and his cock expand. He was going to cum... I was going to make him cum!! My fist moved faster as did his on my cock. "OHHHHHFUCKKKKKKKKK... " Load after load of his hot cum erupted from his cock. I jacked faster pulling my hand over the head feeling and seeing his cum cover my fist. His hand made short jerky motions on my shaft as he came. "ohhhhyesss-s-s-s... " I milked the last of his load. He stared at his hand on my cock and began to pump the length. "Ohhh... " My body tightened and my hips lifted off the couch as I feel my load travel from deep in my belly. "AHHHHGGGGAAAA... " Cum shot straight up in the air and fell on his arm and all over my boxers. He continued faster until I was empty. "ohhhhdamnnn... ohhhdamn-n-n-n... " Our heads fell back against the couch, our eyes closed and each of us in our own thoughts. We still held each other's now softening pricks. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but it was really erotic! "oh damn... damn... ohfuckkkkk... " Kevin and I jumped at the sound! There sat Mary in the chair, naked, her clothes in a heap on the floor. Her legs spread with one hand jamming a dildo in and out of her pussy! The fingers of her other hand pressing down against her clit and rubbing furiously. "... AHHHHHHHGGGGGRR... Oh mygawdddd... " Her hips bucked against her hands and fingers as she climaxed. With her eyes riveted on Kevin's and my cocks and hands she slowly came down from her orgasm and relaxed into the chair. As the muscles released the hold on the dildo it fell to the floor. The mat of thick hair surrounding her slit was matted with her juices. Taking her finger she followed the wetness between her thighs and lifted her finger to her lips and tasted her own juices. Slowly she slipped from the chair and moving on her hands and knees came towards us. Her full breasts swayed as she moved closer to us. Kneeling between Kevin and I she placed her hands on ours and squeezed. Looking directly in my eyes she leaned towards Kevin and began licking cum from his flaccid prick and off my fingers that still held him. She worked her fingers under mine and my hand fell away. Still looking directly at me and with a small smile on her cum coated lips she opened her mouth and sucked him in completely. Not a word was spoken and Kevin and I could only stare as Mary continued to work her lips up and down his shaft. Releasing my cock he used his cum covered hand to reach between his legs and pull on his balls, as he did and Mary sucked the head of his cock I could see it begin to harden. Lifting off his cock Mary moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft, watching as he pulled on his ball sac. "Oh it looks like you are ready for more. You're getting so nice and hard again. " "With that mouth and those beautiful breasts, it would get any man excited. " Kevin spoke softly and smiled as his cock continued to rise. "Come with me... and maybe we can make Don's fantasy come true. " Holding his cock she stood and he rose with her. Turning she smiled at me and led Kevin by his cock towards the bedroom. I sat and watched them disappear into the bedroom. Still in shock I couldn't move but just sit and try to digest what had just happened. Thoughts and visions flew through my mind. I had just jacked off my best friend and he had done me! Mary had come home and caught us. She had watched Kevin and I and had gotten off watching us. I had never seen her suck another cock, but I had just seen her do it! Now she was in the bedroom with him... the bedroom!! Snapping out of my stupor I headed in that direction. "Yes! Oh God yes!!! Please don't stop!" I stood in the doorway. Mary was laid back on the bed, her thighs clamped against Kevin's head. Moving his hands to the inside of her thighs he spread her legs open and with his thumbs pulled the lips of her pussy open. His tongue plunged deep into her then up to her clit. Sucking her hard clit between his lips his tongue flicked over the hard button. I moved towards the bed and sat beside them, reaching out I took her nipple and rolled it gently in my fingers. Mary grabbed my cock and began stroking me. "Oh God, Honey he's eating my pussy... I'm going to cum... ohhh nooo... NO-O-O-O-O not there! Please-e-e-e... ohhhHHHHHHHYESSSSSSSS... " Her body began to convulse. Looking down at Kevin I saw his thumb enter her wet cunt then covered with her juices he pushed it into her tight back hole. In all our years she had never allowed me to enter that forbidden area. Kevin gently pushed until the knuckle was past the tight muscle, continuing I watched it disappear deep into her. Her grip tightened on my cock and her body began to shake. It began as a low wail, "ohhhhHHHHHI'MMMccccuummminggGGGGGG... ohhh fuckkkkkkkkKKKKKKKK!!!... " She screamed as her orgasm racked her body. Kevin's thumb pushed deep into her and his tongue ravaged her hard clit. Her cum glistened on her swollen slit and matted the hair surrounding it. "NOOOO DON'T STOP! PLEASE-E-E-E... " Kevin lifted his tongue from her clit, his thumb still buried he moved up towards her. His cock was hard and the veins throbbed along the shaft. The purple head dripped precum, holding his cock he pressed the head against her wet open slit and pushed forward. "Ohhhhmyyygawddddd... biggggg... ohhhhhgawdddd... " Mary's stared wide-eyed at me as Kevin's balls slapped against his thumb. "He's huge!... He's fuc... kingggg... mee-e-e-e... ohgawdddamnnnn... " Kevin was fucking her! Long slow full strokes I watched his cock appear and then disappear into her. As he withdrew the inner folds of her pussy would be pulled outward, his cock covered with her juices. Pushing forward the shaft would disappear deep into her, Mary moaning in ecstasy as he buried his cock deep into her until his own light brown pubic hair mixed with her matted thick bush. I watched mesmerized as he fucked her, my own cock growing hard as I listened to the sound of his cock fuck her wetness. Mary placed both hands between her thighs. With her index and middle finger she spread the top of her slit wide exposing the pink nub of her clit that stood rigid outside of the hooded sheath. Using the same two fingers of her other hand she began rubbing up and down and in circles over her clit. "Ohhh... fuck me... he's fucking me... ohhgawd! I'm going to cum!" "Yes! That's it lover! Jack off for him, show Kevin how I love to see you get off! I'm watching his cock do you... he's splitting your cunt wide. " I urged her on, her fingers increased their tempo and pressure. "NOOOOOOMORE-E-E-E-E-E!!!!... ohhhhhHHHHHHGGAAWWDDDDDDddddd... " Her fingers were a blur. Kevin's cock slammed wildly in and out of her swollen slit. There was a resounding 'PLOP' as he pulled his thumb from her tight back hole. "AAHHHHHGGGGGGGGGAAWWWWDdddd... " She wailed with another orgasm, her body shook uncontrollably. Kevin slowed his pounding as Mary attempted to recover. Holding her thighs he began an easy motion, his cock almost leaving her as he pulled back. Just as the crown would appear he would gently push fully into her, his hands holding her thighs wide. As her breathing returned to near normal he lifted one leg over and rolled her onto her belly, his cock never leaving her pussy. Gently he lifted Mary up onto her knees and reentered her completely. "You want me to cum in her? Fill her up with my cum?... I'm getting close" Kevin looked down at his cock increasing its tempo into her spread slit, then looked up at me. "I want you to unload... yes... do it!" I stared as his prick worked in and out of her. Mary lifted herself up onto her hands and her full breasts hung down and swayed each time he pushed into her. The nipples, fully erect, brushed against the rumpled bed covers with each thrust. Mary looked over to me sitting next to her. "I can feel it Don. His cock is getting bigger... he's going to cum in me. " She glanced down at my hard cock and then directly into my eyes with a small smile on her lips. "Cum in me Kevin... do it... let him see you cum in me. " Her voice lowered almost to a whisper as she continued to look at me. "Watch him lover... watch him cum. " Kevin's tempo had increased and his hands gripped Mary's hips. His gaze was directed down at his cock ravaging her cunt. His face was a deep red and the veins stood out on his neck. I could see every muscle stand out on his stomach as he pulled Mary's hips back to him and he pushed deep into her and held her tight. "ohhhh damn... ohhhdamnnnn!!... he's cumming! I can feel it!" There was a rush of air from Kevin's lungs as the first load erupted deep into Mary's depths. Holding her hips he forced himself in and out of her in short staccato thrusts, each one unloading his hot cum until it began to drip from her. His movements slowed as the last of his load emptied, slipping soft from Mary's filled pussy he sat back and looked at the cum as it mixed into the hair surrounding her slit. "I'm so full, I can feel it... " Mary reached out and touched my throbbing cock. "Now lets fulfill the rest of our fantasy... please. " She moved towards me and her hand pressed my chest, I fell back onto the ed. Turning towards my cock as her leg passed over my chest she lowered her filled cunt onto my lips. "The rest of our fantasy, lover. Take his cum and make me cum again. " I felt her hand circle my cock. I wanted to suck her pussy clean, but yet I wanted to turn away. This had always been a part of our fantasy, and now here it was pressing against my face. Tentatively I allowed my tongue to extend along the folds of her slit and I heard the gasp escape from her lips. Her grip tightened on my cock. This is what we had dreamed of! The lust in her gasp and her touch to my prick carried me past the point of indecision. Moving my arms I took both breasts in my palms and pulled her tighter to me. Extending my tongue as far as possible began sucking and licking Kevin's cum. "Oh yes! Oh gawd Don!!" Mary ground her pussy into my working lips. Her hips moved back and forth so my tongue entered her filled pussy and then over her clit. Leaning forward her hands found my balls and cock. Cupping my balls she could feel them fill with cum, her fist pumped up and down my shaft. "I'm going to cum! Eat my cunt! Suck my filled pussy!" There was no stopping now! My tongue worked over her pussy and clit. I swallowed Kevin's jism and could taste Mary's juices mixed in with it. Her movements told me she was going to release another climax into my open mouth. Her hands worked my balls and along the shaft of my throbbing cock. I felt her mouth close over the head and my hips rose to meet them as my load began to erupt from deep in my belly. "OH! OHH! I'm cumming... LOVER!!... " Her hips and hands moved in cadence as we both erupted. "mmmmrrrgggggfffff... " My balls exploded carrying my load the length of my cock. "OHHHHHHFUCKKKKK... he's... gawddDDDD... sucking your cock!... I'm cummingg gg-g-g-g-g again-n-n-n-n-n... " What was she saying?! What?!? I couldn't stop the load of cum. A mouth was over the head of my cock and a hand was stroking the shaft. I couldn't hold it! Mary's body shuddered and relaxed, her pussy settled softly against my working lips and tongue. "Damn Don! Kevin is sucking your cock. He's taking all your cum... I'm jacking you off and he's doing you. Oh my God!" Mary moved from me and lifting my head I looked down. "He's doing you lover... " There between my thighs my cock was buried in his mouth, Mary's hand held the base and jacked the remaining load into his throat. Sitting back she let my flaccid prick lay on my belly, the last of my cum dripped from the tip. We all sat trying to absorb what had just happened, and wondering what the rest of the weekend was going to bring... Houseguest For The Holidays A special thanks goes out to Angel Love who edited this story. Thank you for making this story as grammatically correct as it was fun to write! Also, thank you for editing my poem "Give It To Me"...I'm glad you enjoyed it. I lugged myself and my bag off the bus. A gust of cold wind blew sharply into my face and I scrunched my nose. I rode the subway on my long trip to Kyle's house. His room, actually, rented in an older lady's house in the rich part of town. The woman he rented from was about in her mid- sixties and her thirty-five year old daughter lived with her. "Lu Lu, or Daisy is her name. Whatever the hell her mother calls her. They were arguing today and I heard Abby the landlady shout both those names," Kyle told me on the phone the night before. "I think it would better if you came tomorrow, Baby." We agreed to meet in the LCBO up the street from his place after I got off the bus. I took a little while longer getting there because I had mistaken the wrong bus as mine and told him I would be there in ten minutes. I was more like twenty minutes meeting him, but he didn't seem to mind. We picked up a magnum of white wine, anticipating a night of furious passion, of course. "I missed you, Baby," he said to me as we walked to his place. I smiled and said the same. He opened the door to the old house, being sure not to make any noise as we stepped in and of course reminding me to go straight upstairs with a gesture of a single finger to his lips. He hated running into his landlord and her daughter and avoided it at all costs, unless it came time to give his monthly rent. He hated living there and would tell me constantly he did, usually also adding his apologies of having so little to offer me when I came to visit. "I cleaned my room because I knew you were coming, Baby. I even vacuumed behind the bed where it was really dirty", he said to me as if a child awaiting appraisal from his mother. I smiled. I was reminded of how the last time I was over I had commented about the filth behind the bed as I was bent over the bedpost, with him screwing me from behind. His favorite position! It seems to have become our personal ritual. He comments on the beautiful womanly shape of my ass, I purr in appreciation and assume the position, and he is barely able to sustain an erection long enough before he is cumming in streams all over my backside. The thought of it had me aroused. I put the wine in the fridge to cool next to what looked like take-out leftovers from the last time I was there and lay with him on his bed flipping through channels on the television. I was sure to remind him it was Saturday and that there'd be lots of sex on T.V. Later that night we heard voices downstairs that were progressively getting louder. "They must be having a party," Kyle said "Great. We can fuck up here and you don't have to worry about making too much noise," I said. "Mmm, damn, Baby. Are you going to show me those new baby blue panties you said you bought for me?" He slid a hand into the jean pocket of my pants. I stood up and unzipped my pants slowly, turning around to show just the top of my lacy thong. He showed his appreciation with a slight moan and he grabbed my ass, sliding one hand over the crotch side of my pants. "Mmm, you getting wet for me sweetie?" "Yes", I responded. "Those panties better be soaked. I want you nice and wet for me." I slid my jeans off of me just enough to let his hand glide between my thighs and over my panties. He felt me getting more wet the more he touched me and he moaned even louder. A felt a shiver of appreciation run up my spine. I walked over to his bedroom door and pressed my hands against it. I cocked my ass towards him, awaiting his penetration. When I looked back at him I saw a smile spread across his face. Kyle grabbed my ass and pulled the figure dressed in lace towards him. He dry humped me for a bit and I moaned. My moans were his signal to him to pull my wet panties to the side. He brought his hand to my throbbing clit. He pulled down his pants and pulled out his now swollen cock and I reached back to feel his member pulse. I moaned louder to signal my appreciation. "Sshhhh," an automatic response from him. "Baby, they're downstairs, no one can hear us", as I continued to stroke him. I reached back and brought his head to my lips. "Fuck me", I seductively whispered into his ear, barely able to wait for him to slide inside of my wet opening. He pressed the head of his cock against my cunt, slowly penetrating deeper with every one of his upward motions. Soon he was full in me. When he reached the base of his cock I reached back to grab his hips and held him there for several moments, not allowing him to leave me. This teased him and I gave a slight chuckle in knowledge of this. He grabbed my hands and held them behind me, pressing them against my lower back with his firm grip. He began to move in and out of me, fucking me faster and harder I let out a bit of a squeal. He pressed his lips against my ear and whispered, "You like that?" "Yes." "Yes what?" he said. "Yes, Sir," I said almost apologetically signaling to him that I hadn't forgotten the last time he had instructed me to address him as an authoritative figure. He grabbed hold of my hair in his other free hand and tugged it enough to make my head rest against his shoulder. My back was soon aligning with his chest and I reached back with one arm, pulling him closer to me. "I love when you fuck me", I told him. "I love that you love me fucking you." He continued, "How do you like it?" "Mmmm, give it to me baby. I want to taste you." When I said this he was already getting ready to cum. I spun around, landing on my knees. Streams of his hot cum landed into my craving mouth and fell on my face. I loved watching the surprised look on his face. He came hard. "Mmmm, did you like that baby?" I asked. "You know it." He was exhausted. He lay on his bed and with outstretched arms pulled me towards him to give me a hug and a kiss on my forehead with a soft, beautiful mouth. I could hear sporadic bouts of laughter come from downstairs. "Old people are funny when they're drunk", I said. "I guess. You're funny, Baby." It was nearing 11:30 and I squealed in delight. I realized that 'SexTv' would be on in minutes. Again he said to me, "Awe, Baby, you're funny." He kissed my forehead. That night's show was on fetishes. One woman's fantasy was to leave bits of clothing on during sex. She especially liked when a man fucked her up a skirt. 'I get to feel that I am clothed and being carnally pleasured at the same time', the woman on the TV said. I suddenly remembered I had shopped at a lingerie outlet that day. "Baby, I have something to show you", I told him. I walked over to my overnight bag and pulled out my sheer black garter belt that was in the form of a skirt. "I don't have my fish net stockings here anymore because I brought them home last time." But I slipped into the tiny skirt anyway. There was a bow at the back of the skirt that made the sheer material scrunch up and rise almost to the top of my ass. Kyle seemed to enjoy watching me stand in front of the television screen, legs stretched far apart. "That's not nice", he told me. "Yes it is baby." "I'm hard again", he said as he stoked his cock. "What are you gonna do about it?" "I'm going to fuck you." "I have to pee", I told him, hoping not to ruin the mood. "Alright, hurry back." I was careful not to make too much noise as I stepped into the hallway and made my way to the bathroom. I tiptoed across the hardwood floor more to show Kyle I respected his wishes of being as quiet as possible so that the neighbors wouldn't be suspicious of him having any guests over for the night. When I came out I heard footsteps up the stairs. I quickened my pace back into his room, swinging the door closed behind me but not shutting it tight. I looked over to him sitting on the bed with a single line of light cutting across his swollen crotch and I motioned for him to meet me at the door once again. I cocked my ass up for him and he entered me from behind. He was all the way in my cunt before I knew it and it excited me. "Wow, you really like my ass don't you." "You know it." He was fucking me furiously. I looked out of the crack of the door and noticed the light in the bathroom come on. He was a little nervous and commented on the open bedroom door. He asked me to shut it but I told him that the thought of taking a risk excited me. So he continued fucking me, reluctantly at first, hoping to either close the door or move over to the bed. But this time rather than acting in his usual character of authority he liked to act out during sex, he decided to let me have my fun. And this seemed to excite him the more he fucked me because I cocked my ass higher for him with every one of his thrusts. I noticed the person who came out of the bathroom was a girl. She must have been a friend of Lu Lu's. She looked about in her late twenties. Kyle buried his face into my neck and continued to fuck me, unaware himself of the presence of the pretty brunette who stood adjacent to us in the dimly lit hallway. He moaned. This must have caught the girls' attention because she looked over to the crack of light coming from his bedroom. She saw us barely visible in the dim light of the bedroom. When I noticed her look straight into the room enough to have guessed what was going on I lowered my head. I did this partly because I was afraid of startling her and partly because I was startled myself. Normally I would have tried to hide from the idea of having someone watch me engaging in something personal...especially when that something was being fucked. I guessed she would have made her way back downstairs but to my surprise when I looked up again my gaze reached the mid-section of the girl who was now stationed outside Kyle's bedroom door. I saw that she had one hand up her skirt. She liked what she saw! The mysterious friend of Lu Lu's continued to play with herself and she threw her head back. Although I never thought it would be possible, something had me excited about having my every move scoped out by a person enthralled with voyeurism. I don't think she was aware at first that I was watching her. But I stared at her face long enough to have her stare me square in the eyes. She lifted her head that had been thrown back and met my gaze as I stared intently at her. She seemed surprised and removed her hand from under her skirt, making her way back to the stairs. I pulled away from Kyle and walked into the hallway. I looked at her and whispered, "Its okay." And I took her by the hand and brought her towards the bedroom. I began to introduce our eavesdropper to Kyle. "Kyle, this is...." "Amanda", she stammered, with a slight lump in her throat. "Did you enjoy watching us?" I asked her. "Um..." "It's all right, I assured her. Everything is fine; just fine." I looked back at Kyle and he had an odd expression on his face. "That is a nice outfit you are wearing", I said to her. She must have thought I was talking about her turquoise sequined top she was wearing because she looked down at it and said, "Thank you, I just bought it today." I said, "No, I was talking about the skirt. Turn around for me darling. Yes. I like the way it accentuates your ass." "Isn't that a nice ass?" I asked Kyle. "Looks like Miss October in that calendar you have." He was surprised and didn't really know how to respond at first. I could tell he was thinking the same thing as me. 'How did we find ourselves in this position?' I looked back at her. "Makes me wonder what you are wearing underneath it. Can I see for myself?" "Uh...y-y yes...I guess so." I said, "Please address me as Ma'am. I expect that you will do this. I also expect that you will adhere to my commands for as long as I keep you in this room." The authoritativeness with which I spoke surprised me even. But I could tell Kyle was very aroused and the idea that he was had me very excited as well. "Are you wet?" I asked her. "Y-yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry." "Don't apologize. Just go over to the bed like a good girl." She sat down on the edge of the baby blue duvet-covered bed. Her silhouette was bathed in dim light and two shadows of Kyle and I was on either side of her. "Now what is a girl like you doing sitting like that?" I asked her, sounding stern. She must have assumed I was implying her crossed legs were revealing too much of her thighs and she uncrossed them, turning her knees to one side. I laughed, "Honey, how am I supposed to see what you are wearing under that skirt when your legs are not spread apart?" She apologized. I bent down to ear level and said, "What did I say?" And she responded, "Ma'am how would you like me?" "That's better." I looked over at Kyle who was now smiling in delight. He knew where this was going and was excited. "You're to bend over on all fours." I instructed Kyle to sit on the bed. "You will pleasure him orally." And she non-hesitantly responded, "Yes Ma'am." Kyle looked up at me as if to say, 'Are you sure you are okay with this?' I smiled at him and winked, giving my utmost approval. I was presented with her ass in my face. "Oooh, Kyle she is wearing baby blue, your favorite", I said as I touched the lace panties that were pressed against her wet opening. She moaned and writhed back onto my hand that was feeling her. I could feel extreme heat resonating from her. I lightly slapped her cunt and her moans increased. I said to Kyle, "Do you like the vibrations from her mouth as she moans on your cock?" "Yes", he said excitedly. I continued to play with her. As I slid my fingers underneath her panties and felt her wet flesh she brought her mouth from his cock and stopped to let out a moan of pleasure. "I slapped her cunt and said, "Did I tell you to stop sucking his cock?" "S.... no, Ma'am....," She almost apologized but held back, remembering my direct orders. She continued to suck on him. "That's a good girl. You suck that cock." My words excited Kyle. He thrust his cock into her mouth with a more furious pace and looked at me, smiling in appreciation. "Mmmm, you're so wet", I told her. "Just like a good little slut." Then I said, "I bet you'd like to feel that cock inside of you." She moaned. "Would you like that?" And she moaned louder. "I can't hear you." She raised her mouth from his cock long enough to say, "Yes, Ma'am." She brought her mouth back on him, continuing to suck. She was really wet now. I rubbed her juices on the inside of her thighs. "She's nice and wet for you baby", I said to Kyle. I instructed him to get behind her and fuck her. "How would you like to taste me now?" I asked her. "I'd like that very much, Ma'am." We switched positions. Kyle fucked her wet pussy and now it was I she was going down on. Watching him fuck her excited me. "He's an ass man, and I think he likes yours just fine", I told her. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer into me. "You like that?" I asked. She didn't raise her head to respond with a 'Yes, Ma'am', but instead buried her face deeper between my thighs. This excited both Kyle and I. Kyle fucked her harder. "Fuck ya", I heard him say. She was really enjoying being our personal slut. Of course I knew she would enjoy it immensely from the minute I noticed her hand up her short skirt out in the hallway. I continued with the dialogue that seemed to oddly flow from me. "Mmm, that's a good little slut, I told her. My words made her flail her head against me in ecstasy and push back onto Kyle at the same time. I could hear a muffled whine resonate from her throat as he continued to suck on my clit and I knew she was cumming. I came at the same time. Kyle, having full knowledge of having two women before him writhing in ecstasy, came inside of Amanda, using her skirt as reins to pull him all the way inside of her. Amanda, exhausted, fell into my lap, breathing heavily. Kyle lay down beside me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me all over my face. Still sticking to the character I had taken on from the beginning of my encounter with the girl I said to her, "That will be all for now." She seemed to enjoy the continuation of our role-play. "Yes, Ma'am", she responded. "I expect you will be back upon my next arrival," I said to her. "Yes, Ma'am, I have been asked to stay until the end of the Christmas holiday". And she exited the room, closing the door behind her leaving Kyle and I to lie in one another's arms. "Damn, Baby", Kyle said to me. I kissed him on the forehead and let out a sigh. Houseguest Heather Special thanks to my editor; and to Mayberrygirl, who's contributions were paramount to the satisfactory completion of the work. ***** The sun was low in the sky and Jason was nearly finished with the installation of the drainage pipes in the field. Runoff from the house and nearby driveway created a marsh behind the house, and he had worked all day to alleviate the problem. It was a dirty job, and he was covered in dried mud. Just as he thought about taking a break, the sound of an approaching car caught his attention. The house was set back from the road, but traffic was clearly visible from his vantage point. That car looks familiar, he thought as it slowed and turned into his driveway. He recognized it as Heather's car, the same car that was stuck in the ditch several weeks ago. I'd better get her attention, he quickly decided, as she will never see me back here. Jason walked the short distance to the gravel road that followed the creek along the property line and waved to the car. Heather drove to the end of the driveway, onto the gravel surface, and then alongside him. She gave him a sweet smile and a little wave as she approached. "Heather, what a wonderful surprise to see you again," Jason greeted her with a huge smile on his face. "It's so nice of you to stop by. Are you heading out of town and taking the scenic route?" "Actually no," she sheepishly replied. "I came to see you, and to ask a favor." "Really? You came to see me?" Jason asked somewhat surprised. "What's the occasion?" Heather paused to collect her thoughts, and then began. "Honestly, I seek sanctuary. I have tons of schoolwork, plus my senior project is due next month. Normally I would retreat to my folk's place, but they have out of town guests. And my apartment is too noisy and too busy to concentrate." Then she looked up at him with hopeful eyes and continued, "I'd really appreciate it if I could stay here with you this weekend. I have my suitcase and my study materials in the car. And you said I was always welcome here... anytime." Jason smiled a comforting smile as he replied, "And I meant it. You're always welcome here. I've a couple of errands to run this weekend, but it shouldn't disturb your studies." "Thank you Jason, that's a huge relief for me." "Why don't you park your car behind the house and grab what you need to start studying? The back door is unlocked. Spread your stuff out on the dining room table. You remember the layout of the house?" "I do remember, and thanks again. You're such a gentleman," she replied as her blue eyes sparkled and she flashed him a grin. "I'm here to please," he responded. "I've a bit more work to do before it gets dark. Then I'll shower, grab your suitcase for you, and get dinner started. Do you like Chinese? If you'd care to join me, I'm having stir-fry chicken and vegetables from the garden." "Sounds delicious, and healthy too. College doesn't allow for much in the way of healthy eating," she replied as she put the car in reverse. She slowly backed up and parked behind the house. She quickly gathered her backpack and laptop, and then headed inside his house. It is so nice to see Heather again, Jason thought as he made his way back to finish up his project. The last time she had been a guest in his home the circumstances that heralded her arrival were so different. A storm had knocked out the power and blew the tree across the road. She put her car in the ditch to avoid it. By the time Heather managed to find her way to his door she was soaking wet. Of course, Jason reminisced, I was happy to take her in and take care of her. But why is she here now? He pondered. The excuses about her apartment and her folks, those are pretty flimsy. After all, she could just camp out at the library for the weekend. I wonder what is really going on. Well, I suppose time will tell the story, he concluded. Jason maneuvered the last drainage pipe and buried it to complete his task. Covered in mud, he made his way back toward the house, stopping by the shed to put away the shovel along the way. Once in the mudroom, he took off his boots and peeled off his soiled clothes. Then walking naked through the back hallway he made his way to the master bedroom, and a much needed shower. . Jason's thoughts again turned to Heather as the hot, pounding water of the shower soothed his sore muscles and washed away the dirt and sweat he had earned from his labors that day. I remember so well that first night on the couch, I warmed her feet by rubbing them and tucking them under my thighs, and wow, she really warmed up. As the candles flickered, she was all over me. I'll never forget it. He grinned and his cock began to stir from the recollection. Closing his eyes, he began to lather and scrub his hair. After just a few moments and in quick succession, he heard the shower door open, felt a hand on his dick, and then heard Heather's voice, "Is this a present for me?" Jason opened his eyes and saw Heather naked in front of him. She was smiling up at him as she began to gently stroke is now fully engorged, twitching cock. "I was just thinking about you, about your last visit," he said softly, sheepishly smiling back. She put her free hand around his neck and looked into his eyes as she spoke, "I'm glad that thoughts of me are so uplifting." She pulled Jason's face to hers and kissed him deeply. Coming up for air, Heather noticed the puzzled look on his face. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Well, you are certainly more than welcome in here with me. It is just that you gave me the impression that you came here to study." "I could use a break, and honestly when I heard the shower, I couldn't resist joining you." A break? She just got here, he surmised, smirking inwardly at the thought. Not that I would kick her out of the shower anyway. "Here, let me help you," Heather said. She released her deliciously hot grip on his cock and began to soap up her hands. Jason enjoyed the feeling of her slippery treatment first on his shoulders, then on his arms. She washed and massaged each of his hands in turn, and then ran her hands up to his chest. He drew her close for another deep kiss. She gently pushed to separate their bodies and murmured, "Turn around. Let me do your back." Jason obliged her, and she repeated her soft, soapy caresses up and down and all around his back. Squatting down and working upward, she washed his feet and legs, finally arriving at his butt. She applied more soap to her hands, and then fondled his ass cheeks. Sliding both hands between his legs, she giggled as she cupped his balls. "Oh that feels good!" he responded when she reached further up between his legs and using one hand began stroking his rigid cock. She gently massaged his butt hole with the index finger of her other hand. "Oh, you are gonna make me squirt on the shower wall." "Well, we don't want that," she replied. "Rinse off so I don't have to taste soap." After helping him rinse, Heather meticulously wetted Jason's shaft with her tongue and returned stoking his member with her delicate hand. Her tongue swirled around his cockhead before she took him into her mouth sucking gently on his helmet. "Oh, your tongue feels so good. Your mouth is so hot," he moaned. Heather responded by taking in more of his slick hardness. She began slowly bobbing her head in rhythm to her stroking hand. After only a brief moment, Jason ran his hands through her hair and gently coaxed her off his rod. "Baby, there is no way I am going to last with that treatment. It feels too good. Please let me do you." Heather smiled as she licked her lips. She quickly grabbed the bar of soap, and handed it to him. "I'll need that later," he chuckled as he put the bar in the holder. "Let's start with your hair. Turn around, baby." Heather turned as Jason applied shampoo to his hands and generated a liberal amount of lather. "Now, back up to me." She steadied herself against him, his cock poking and prodding between her butt cheeks as he massaged the shampoo into her scalp. Heather felt as if she were melting under his ministrations. She closed her eyes and groaned in pleasure. He reached for the bar soap and keeping it palmed, he slowly lathered her shoulders, down her arms, up her belly then around to her back. He soaped her tight buttocks, kneading the flesh with his free hand. He lowered himself and continued down her thighs, her firm calves and ended at her delicate ankles and feet. His eyes feasted hungrily upon her young, lovely body all the while. "Turn around. I want to do your front." Jason stood and wrapped her in his arms as she turned to face him. He looked into her eyes as he lowered his head and began to kiss her. Their mouths met with a fierce longing. His soapy hands kneaded her ass and he gently probed her rosebud with a finger. "Mmmmm," she moaned as they kissed. He withdrew his hands from her butt and brought them to her chest. He caressed her breasts and lightly twirled her already erect nipples. With one hand he continued to tug and twirl her nipples, the other hand moved lower down over her mound. He found her slit, slick with hot, slippery juice. When his probing fingers found her hard clit, she responded with a slight jerk. He heard an "oh my" quietly escape her lips. "Rinse off. I want to rub that juicy clit of yours with my tongue." Heather held on to his arm as the water cascaded down her curves and carried the suds away. Jason dropped to his knees, reached around and grabbed both ass cheeks. She opened her legs for him and as he forcefully buried is face in her pussy, Heather had to put a hand on the wall to steady herself. He sucked her lips into his mouth as his tongue darted in and up. The taste of her sweet nectar drove him to probe deeper and suck harder. "Oh Jason, my gawd that feels so good. I don't want to come on your tongue, I want your cock. I want to feel you inside me." Jason reluctantly broke the suction on her pussy lips, withdrew his tongue, and rose from the shower floor. "Turn around, brace yourself against the wall." he told her. She will eventually feel my cock inside her, he thought, but I am not done pleasuring her with my tongue. Jason parted her ass cheeks and drove his tongue into her wet slit from behind. He licked up her crack to her rosebud, paused with his tongue at her rear entrance, then drove his tongue into her. He began to tongue fuck her brown hole. "Oh, oh, oh, Jason. Oh that feels amazing. Oh, oh." He slid two fingers into her pussy and began to alternatively finger fuck her pussy and tongue fuck her ass in rhythm. He did not dare touch her clit, as the stimulation would have been too much. He wanted to arouse and tease, he wanted to enjoy her, and for her to enjoy his treatment unto her for as long as she desired. "Jason, you're gonna make me come! Please, I want you to come with me. I want to feel your cock inside me." With some trepidation, he relented. Standing behind her, he grabbed his throbbing cock and slowly, gently pushed passed her slippery lips to her hot, tight inner folds. "Gawd baby... you're so wet...so hot. I won't be able to last... being inside you feels so good," he said between labored breaths as he clenched his teeth and struggled to control his lust. Heather reached between her legs and began to rub her swollen, sensitive clit. "Jason, I'm really close. Please baby, I want you to come inside me." He quickened his pace, pushing into her, deeper and deeper. He felt the head of his cock repeatedly jam against her cervix. Heather began to tremble, as the air was expelled from her lungs with each of his thrusts. Jason felt her pussy convulsing, and the sensation of his cock drenched with her orgasmic juices, took him to the edge. Heather shuddered and cried out his name. He ground his hips into her ass as he peaked, his entire being lost in the sensation. He shot his load deep inside her. When his euphoria began to subside, he feared falling in shower from the intensity of their orgasms. They held each other steady until their ecstasy subsided, then Jason gently turned her around for a kiss. "Wow Baby!" he said as he smiled broadly. "Wow is right!" She looked at him smiling, her eyes sparkling with laughter and her face still flushed. They rinsed one more time, and then Jason reached for the towels hanging on the rack. He handed Heather one and they slowly toweled one another dry in the steam filled bathroom. No words were necessary, as each knew how the other felt. "Will you snuggle with me in the bed?" Heather asked him. "I want to feel your warmth." "I would love for you to feel my warmth." . Jason turned down the bed and slid in. Heather crawled in beside him and rested her head on the inside of his shoulder. She put her hand on his chest and gently ran her fingers through his chest hair. He caressed her back and shoulder with his warm hands. They both enjoyed the afterglow of their lovemaking. "It feels so good being next to you. You are such a gentle lover," she said in a quiet voice. "And your tongue is amazing. No one had ever tossed my salad before." "I did what?" "I'd only read about it on line," she said giggling. "When you tongued my butt. It is called tossing my salad." "Oh, is that was it is called? That is something I have always enjoyed doing in the shower. It takes away some of the stigma." "Well, I'll take that pleasure any time," she said as she rose up and kissed him on the cheek. "It was fantastic." "Baby, I'm happy to be of service," he replied with a wink. Maybe that's it, he pondered. She is sex starved, and came up for the weekend to have me service her. I might have to have the doctor call in an emergency prescription of Cialis. I know one thing though, his thoughts continued, I certainly enjoy her being here, and this is going to be great weekend. They cuddled together in bed, each in their own thoughts, both motionless and satisfied. "Is that your stomach making all that noise?" Heather asked as a gurgling sound invaded the silence of the room. "Yeah, I haven't eaten much today, and it is reminding me of that." "Well, I suppose I really should get back to my studies. You can work on dinner. That empty, grumbling stomach needs to be filled soon from the sound of it. She yawned and leaned up on her elbow. "Jason, do you happen to have a hair dryer? I am guessing that you don't and mine is in my bag in the car." "No, I don't have one but no problem baby... I'm on it. One overnight bag coming up!" He kissed her nose, gave her bottom a fond smack and then crawled over her to get out of bed. He dressed quickly, throwing on a tee-shirt and faded jeans. In less than a minute he had returned from her car with the bag in hand. He found her standing naked beside the bed. "You are such a gentleman," she said softly. "I am at your service lovely lady," he said grinning at her. "And if you need anything else, I'll be in the kitchen," he replied and turn to leave. "Jason, may I use your robe? The one that you loaned me before?" "Of course. No problem." He reached into the closet for the robe. "And boxer shorts like last time?" she asked. "Sure," Jason replied smiling. He went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of silk boxer shorts from the drawer. "You really like to be comfortable, don't you?" "Yes I do. That's part of it," she said quietly with a winsome smile at him. She slipped the shorts on beneath the robe and turned to her bag to rummage for her hair dryer. Jason gazed at her thoughtfully for a short moment and then he turned away and left the room. On his way down the hallway, he once again contemplated the reason for her appearance. "This is going to drive me crazy!" he said to himself. It is feasible that she may be here to study, he thought, and while she is here she is just taking full advantage of the amenities provided. As the proprietor of this establishment, his thoughts continued, I am obligated to satisfy her every need. I just happen to benefit as well from my duties, he reasoned. Jason strode into the kitchen and began preparations for dinner. He washed his hands and then rinsed off the veggies. After a quick perusal through his knife block, he plucked out his weapon of choice and began chopping and dicing. He developed the sniffles and shed a few tears from chopping a particularly potent onion when Heather appeared in the kitchen. "Just passing through," she announced lightheartedly, then suddenly her tone changed. "Oh Jason, are you ok? What has upset you? What's wrong?" She queried with concern in her voice. She quickly walked over and placed her hand on his arm. "I'll be alright. These are tears of joy over your visit," he replied, wiping a tear away with the back of his hand. "Really?" "Actually dear it is just the onion." He chuckled then added "But thanks for your concern. I'm happy to see you though Heather. I am happy that you are here." "You really had me for a minute. I didn't know what to think!" Heather replied. She playfully squeezed his arm and smiled back. "I'm glad to be here Jason and very happy that I am a welcome guest. You have been so kind to me." "Heather, it's my pleasure! Now dinner will be in about 15 minutes. I'll call you when it is ready." "That sounds great!" She replied on her way out of the room. Jason finished his chopping duty and then retrieved the chicken from the refrigerator. He had sliced a boneless, skinless breast and marinated it in teriyaki sauce with sliced ginger and garlic. The pungent smell of the marinade filled his nostrils and his belly rumbled in reply. He heated and oiled his pan and added the chicken. As it began to sizzle and pop he again became lost in his musings. The onion trick was pretty mean of me, I probably should apologize, he thought. "Wow, that smells good!" Heather announced from the next room. "Just a few more minutes. I have a Savannah Blanc and a Chardonnay. You are old enough to drink, right?" "Of course, you know that I'm 23, and I'll have the Chardonnay," she said as she entered the room. "I can't wait to eat. How'd you become such a good cook?" "Well, by living alone for a while, and eating many mistakes," he replied. He took their plates out of the cabinet and retrieved cutlery, napkins and their wine glasses. "We can eat right here at the counter so we don't have to disturb your workspace." Heather settled onto her barstool and Jason uncorked the wine. After filling her glass he poured some for himself. "A toast... to stir fried chicken, good company, great showers, and very hungry stomachs!" They both laughed and sipped their wine. Jason filled their plates and gallantly placed Heather's in front of her adding a "I hope you enjoy it" comment. He sat next to her and after her "Bon Appétit!" both dug in right away. "This is really good Jason. I liked the omelet from my last visit too." "Your last visit," Jason reiterated, thinking back. "You showed up at my door looking like a drowned rat." He had a vivid mental picture of the young girl soaked to the skin standing on his front porch. "That storm was horrible," she recounted. "I was so scared and wet and cold... and you took me in, no questions asked." "You needed help, and I certainly was not going to leave you out in the rain." "I know. You were so kind, such a gentleman. I never get to experience that..." she said, her gaze returning to her plate and her voice trailing off. Ahh, maybe that is why she is here, he thought. The young guys in college don't know how to be gentleman or how to treat a young lady with respect... that is a very good possibility as well... "Jason, that was a great meal," Heather said with a smile. "Can I help with the dishes?" "Thank you my dear, I am pleased you enjoyed it and no you may not. Heather, you are my guest. I'll clean up the kitchen so you can get back to your studies." Houseguest Heather Heather gave him a quick peck on the cheek and an appreciative "thanks." She made her way slowly into the dining room and sat down with a heavy sigh. "Back to the grind...oh boy," she grumbled under her breath. Jason cleared the counter, loaded the dishwasher, and wiped down the kitchen. After finishing up he debated what to do. Better not watch TV tonight, he thought, the noise could be a distraction. I can read more of the new book I started weeks ago. Jason found the book in the living room. He settled onto the couch and opened his book where he had left off. He had barely finished a paragraph when Heather appeared in the doorway. Jason glanced up at her. She stood quietly looking almost apprehensive, as if she did not want to say what was on her mind. "Baby, are you ok?" Jason asked to break the silence. "I'm feeling a bit lonely and isolated. Will you sit with me?" "Of course I will," he replied getting up from his comfortable position. He met Heather at the doorway, folded her into a warm hug and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. Holding her close, they moved to the dining room. They sat together for the rest of the evening, Jason with his book and Heather switching between her laptop, her notes, and her books. Their proximity was close enough to touch, but she was focused on her work. Jason respected her work ethic and held his distance as not to disturb her concentration. After several hours of quiet companionship, the day of hard work began to wear on Jason. "Heather, the hour is getting late. Should I make the bed in the guest room for you?" Looking up from her laptop, Heather replied with a frown, "Well I was hoping.. I mean if it's ok, I'd rather snuggle in your bed - with you." "I'd like that very much, but I had to ask," he replied with a twinkle in his eye. "There you go again, being the perfect gentleman," Heather rolled her eyes and shook her head as she got up from the table. "Come to the bedroom with me, my kind sir, and let me tuck you in." She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Once next to the bed, Heather turned to face him. She seductively loosened the belt on her robe. It fell open and Heather reached for his hand. She slowly guided his arms underneath the material. She leaned into him encouraging his embrace and they began to kiss lightly, eyes open and on each other. She is so warm, soft and smooth, he thought. She broke from the kiss, backed up slightly, and began to unbuckle his belt. She then unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid the fly of the zipper down. Once undone, she lifted his shirt and ran her hands underneath, but only enough to be able to pull it over his head. Heather allowed her robe to slide off her shoulders and fall to the carpet. She stood before him clad only in the borrowed boxer shorts. She reached for him, wrapped her arms around his neck and returned to kissing him, deeper and hotter as each second passed. Her tits are so soft against my chest, Jason thought, but her nipples are hard enough to poke a hole in my skin. He reached up, cupped a breast and began to roll a nipple between his fingers. Heather responded with a moan from deep in her throat. She reached down in his pants and rubbed his cock. "Oh gawd Jason," she began as she broke from their kiss and dropped to her knees. "I want you so badly. I want your tongue on my clit, I want to taste your cock, I want to feel you inside me. I want it all." She yanked Jason's pants down past his thighs and his erection sprang free. She then pushed him back against the bed and stripped him naked. Heather knelt between his bare legs and slowly stroked his cock with one hand as she cupped his balls with the other. He looked down at her as she stared up at him. Her tongue was visible through her sultry parted lips. She maintained eye contact as her tongue slid from her mouth to circle his engorged cock head. She lowered her gaze and slid her mouth slowly on and then over his dripping head. Slowly and sensually she took half of his throbbing hard shaft into her mouth. Jason moaned, giving in to the warm wet sensation and reached down to stroke her hair. She massaged the ridge on the underside of his hard prick with her tongue. She slid her mouth down to the root of his cock and slowly back up until only the helmet remained in her mouth, teased by her swirling tongue. As her hand gently pumped his shaft, she shifted her gaze to meet his. "Oh my Heather, you are so sexy. That feels so damn good, but I want to taste you too." Heather ignored his request. She averted her eyes, took him into her mouth, and began to bob and pump, her hot mouth greedily stuck to his cock. After a few moments, Jason grasped a handful of her hair and very gently pulled her hungry mouth from his pulsing member. She looked up at him with lust and disappointment flashing in her eyes. "Drop those boxer shorts and climb up here with me so we can do this together." She relented and did what she was told. Heather straddled him, put a knee under each arm and lowered herself so her swollen lips were just above his face. He took in the musky scent as he viewed her glistening pussy. Wanting so much more, he grabbed both ass cheeks and kissed her inner thighs, rubbing his course facial hair against her sensitive skin. She moaned in response, leaned forward, and resumed sucking his cock. The change in position placed her open pussy next to Jason's face. He hungrily sucked her lips and clit into his wide-open mouth. He gently probed his tongue between her lips to find her hard nub, then methodically sucked, nibbled, kissed and licked her pussy. He held her tightly against his mouth as he rhythmically continued to eat her. Heather released his cock from her mouth and moaned, "Ahh Jason...I am going to come baby... mmmm now, hard." He could feel the muscles in her legs tighten as she came for him, her release voiced in a series of moans and whimpers. Her body flushed with her passion, her pussy flooding his mouth with her hot, sweet juices. He slowed his pace gradually, letting her ride out her orgasm. He released his mouth easing the suction from her inner lips and slowly licked her wet dripping slit, relishing her taste. Then he gently kissed her inner thighs, bringing her down slowly until she regained her breath. "Gawd, that was just fucking amazing. You could do that to me over and over. Wow." Heather then slowly lifted her leg free from his arm, spun around and was once again nestled under his shoulder. "I want you to know that we are not done yet. I want you inside me in the butterfly position." "Heather, you are going to have to help me with that one. I know butterfly kisses, but butterfly lovemaking?" She giggled at his response. "Ok, stand next to the bed. I'll need a couple of pillows to put underneath me." Heather sat at the edge of the bed and directed him to stand in front of the pillows piled next to her. She took his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head, then licked his shaft. "I am so wet, that probably was not necessary, but I wanted to taste you again." She situated herself on the pillows, flopped back onto the bed, and placed her ankles on Jason's shoulders. "Put your cock in me. Now." Jason rested his hands on her thighs and gently pushed his stiff cock into her wet folds. "Oh Heather, you are so hot and tight." "You feel so good inside me. Just go nice and slow. Mmmm I want this to last." Jason continued the slow, deliberate pace. He watched his slick shaft disappear into her pink pussy, then slide slowly out, her swollen lips clinging to his man meat as he withdrew. His hand wandered from her leg to the top of her slit to find her hard nub. As he found her pearl Heather gasped... her breath sucked in sharply between her lips. "Easy on my clitty. Nice and slow. I wish this could last forever." Jason continued to gently caress the top of her slit with his fingers. He carefully watched the response in her face, as not to overdo it. But eventually she was overcome by the stimulus of his fingers on her clit and his cock in her pussy. "Oh Jason, I can't hold back. Harder. Faster." He increased his piston pace and kept his circling fingers on her wet slit as she grasped the sheets and arched her back in orgasmic bliss. Jason held on to her leg as he pounded her silky hole. Wave after wave cascaded through her body as she thrashed about on the bed. Once her spasms subsided, he gripped both her thighs and continued his pounding. Heather leaned forward and put her hand in his stomach. "Oh Jason, I want to see the cum squirt from your cock. I want to feel you throb in my hand. Let me beat you off. Please give it to me. Let me do it." Jason pulled out from her pussy and she immediately gripped his slick member and began to jack him off. Soon his hips involuntarily began to thrust his cock between her wet fingers. Thick, hot jets of his cum erupted from the tip of his cock and onto her chest and belly as he groaned and cried out in ecstasy. His heart was pounding and his breathing still labored when Heather pulled him on top of her in a kiss. His warm, sticky fluid oozed between their bodies. "Thank you," she said with a smile, "I've always wanted to do that." Jason looked at her and said pointedly, "Heather, you can get me off any time, and any way you want." "I'll keep that in mind," she replied cheekily with a grin. Jason rose up, pulled the pillows from under her hips and tossed them to the head of the bed. She scooted around and pulled back the covers as an invitation for him to lie down. Soon they both were asleep, exhausted and satiated, their naked bodies spooned close together. *********************************** The next morning, Jason was making coffee when Heather joined him in the kitchen, wearing, of course, her favorite Jason attire of robe and boxer shorts. "Would you like some coffee?" "Yes please," she replied as she locked her hands around his waist. "Last night was fabulous." Jason smiled in response. "What would you like for breakfast? Something simple or something more elaborate?" "And what might those two options be?" "Well, simple could be cereal and fruit. More elaborate would be omelets or fried eggs" "Simple then I think," she replied. "Can we have omelets for dinner like my last visit?" "Sure," he replied, and then continued. "Can I ask you why you are recreating your last visit?" "I have fond memories of my last visit." "Really?" he responded, surprised. "There was a violent storm, your car was in the ditch, and there was no electricity in the house." "You took me in and you took care of me." "I did what any decent human being would do." "I'm not so sure about that. Where do I find the cereal?" "It's in the pantry. I'll cut up some fruit. Apples and peaches ok?" "That'd be great. What about bowls?" Jason replied as he pointed, "in the cupboard. But I can take care of it." "I got it," she replied as she pulled the milk from the refrigerator. "Heather, I have some errands to run today," he said as he sliced fruit. "Can I go with you?" "I suppose, but I thought you had to study?" "You are probably right, I still have much to cover," she replied as she poured milk on her cereal. "What are your errands?" she asked as she began to eat. "The normal Saturday routine, the grocery store, pharmacy, and farmers market. I won't be gone long. Would you like more coffee?" "Please. The pharmacy? Are you ill?" "No, I'm not sick, just getting a little older. It's just a little something from which we'll both benefit. Don't worry about the dishes," he said quickly to change the subject. "I'll clean up the kitchen and you can get back to your books." Heather wandered back to the dining room as Jason cleared the counter of dishes. After filling the dishwasher and wiping down the countertops, he went back to the bedroom for a shower. He half expected to have company. If I would have asked her to join me, I am sure she would have said yes, he thought. I am just too shy and too much a gentleman to ask her to join me. He stayed lost in his musings as he dressed and readied for travel. "You showered?" Heather observed as Jason appeared in the dining room. "I could have scrubbed your back for you," she continued with a sly smile on her face. Pretending to ignore her comment, Jason immediately decided that he may be too much a gentleman to have asked her directly, but he would certainly drop a few hints next time. "I'll return shortly, Heather. Make yourself at home. If you need anything, my cell phone number is by the house phone." He kissed her sweetly on the forehead and left out the back door. ******************* Jason returned with his purchases and went to the kitchen to put away the groceries. "Can we go outside and enjoy the fresh air?" Heather asked as she walked into the kitchen from the direction of the bedroom. "We can go for a walk along the creek, and visit the garden. We need to pick some peppers for our omelet, and we can cut lettuce and pick tomatoes for a salad." Giving her a leering appraisal, Jason commented, "even though the property is pretty secluded, you should probably change out of my robe and boxers and put on some clothes don't you think? Did you shower? Your hair looks different." "Yes, I showered, all by lonesome since you didn't invite me to shower with you," she replied as she shot him a pouty look. "I used the curling iron on my hair. Oh, I got a fresh pair of boxers out of your dresser. That was ok, right?" "Heather, that's fine. I want you to be comfortable in my house, and if that means wearing my shorts, I'm good with it. How about that walk, and the garden?" "That sounds great. I'll put on some clothes and be right back!" she said as she made her way back toward the bedroom. "I'll put the rest of this stuff away while you change." When she returned, they departed out the back door. They walked slowly along the gravel road adjacent to the creek. The air was turning colder as summer waned into autumn. The leaves of the trees were still green, but in a few short weeks that too would change. "Next semester will be your last. Do you have plans after graduation?" he asked her. "Well, I've done some interviewing on campus this semester, but I hope to start my career someplace close to here. Close to home," she answered thoughtfully. "Are there opportunities?" "I have a couple of prospects. The campus interviews were positive. Now I'm waiting for the on-site interview invitations." "Let's turn around and head back to the garden. Have you considered graduate school or law school?" "I've considered it, but the cost is prohibitive at the moment. Maybe, if I work a few years to pay down my student loans, I will consider it again." "Here we are," Jason announced as they approached the garden. "Please grab that bucket and we will fill it with our bounty." He took out his pocket knife and cut several leaves from the lettuce plant and placed them in the bucket. These were followed by several large peppers and a couple of handfuls of cherry tomatoes. "That should do us for now. We can always pick more of them later." Jason took the bucket from her and they walked back to the house still chatting casually. Once they were inside, Heather disappeared into the bedroom, only to return wearing the robe and boxers. "Do you really like my clothes that much?" he asked her with a smile. "They're comfy. They feel good on me, good against my skin, and they make me feel warm inside and out." "If that's what makes you happy baby. You know, it's about lunch time. Are you hungry?" "Not terribly," she shrugged. "How about something light?" "I can make a salad from what we just picked," he offered. "That's perfect. I really should get back to studying. I have reading to do." "That sounds like a plan," he replied. "I'll call you when it is ready." "I've a better idea," Heather declared. "I'll get my tablet and sit with you while you make lunch." As Heather sat at the counter reading her tablet, Jason put the salad together. She set her reading aside and stretched languidly as he announced that it was time to eat. "What kind of dressing would you like?" he asked as he placed the large bowl in front of her. "I have ranch, Italian, and blue cheese." "Ranch would be fine, thank you." They ate together, exchanged glances and smiles, but did not speak until they had almost finished. "That was another delicious meal, Jason. Thank you. Now, may I use the living room to read? And more importantly, can you join me there?" "An offer I can't refuse!" He quipped. "Let me deal with the dishes first, and then I'll sit with you." Does she enjoy my company, or just my presence? He questioned himself. It can't be my looks of that I am sure. Jason finished cleaning up the kitchen and joined her in the living room. He read and worked on his laptop as she read on her tablet and in her textbook. The afternoon passed with the two of them working together. He would occasionally glance up from his work to admire her bare legs or exposed chest peeking out from under his half-open robe. She would look his way and smile with contentment. She enjoyed lounging on the very couch where she first seduced him, and relished the memories it provoked. "If my feet get cold, will you warm them up like last time?" she asked in an innocent voice. "Of course I will. Do you predict the outcome to be similar to the last time?" He smiled at her fondly, also recalling his memory of the night. "It just might," she answered him with a playful look and a fledgling smile. "Heather, I must tell you how much I enjoy you being here. It's such a pleasure for me to have you as a guest in my house. You provide such excitement to my otherwise mundane life." Her pending smile blossomed into a full, toothy grin as she comprehended his statement. With an air of satisfaction, she settled herself more snugly into the cushions of their "first time" couch. The afternoon passed in a cocoon of contentment for both of them. As the afternoon waned, Jason announced that it was time to start dinner. "I want to help with dinner," Heather offered. "Ok Heather, the whisk is in the drawer and the eggs are in the fridge. Add about a tablespoon of water for each egg. I'll chop peppers, onions, and mushrooms." "Ok, finished! Next?" Heather asked enthusiastically after she had beaten the eggs to a froth. "It's pretty simple. I'll sauté the peppers, onions, and mushrooms in butter in the omelet pan and then pour in the beaten eggs. I'll let it set a bit, add the cheese, and then fold one edge over. Can you get the cheese from the fridge and plates from the cabinet, please?" "Sure thing, chef!" Heather replied laughing. Jason cooked as Heather sat at the bar and observed. "Mmmm Jason, those sautéed veggies smell delicious," she commented. "The aroma is making my stomach growl in anticipation." "Time to set our places, kitchen wench... "he teased as he expertly (he hoped) flipped their omelets from pan to platter. They ate at the bar, and Heather once again enthusiastically expounded on his "simply divine!" cooking ability. "Can we watch a movie or something?" she inquired between bites. "I'm about studied out." "Sure. I have a few favorites in my collection. You can check out the cabinet below the TV after we've finished eating." As Jason cleared the counter, she browsed his DVD collection. "Blade Runner. What's that?" "That is one of my all-time favorites. It is a thriller set in a bleak future. A cop played by Harrison Ford hunts down artificially created humans, sort of like clones. It is pretty dark. It is based on a book called 'Do androids dream of electric sheep?'" Houseguest Heather "That sounds good." "Would you like popcorn with the movie?" he asked. "Oh my goodness, yes please! Fresh, hot, buttered popcorn is just a must... don't you think?" She virtually gushed with the vibrancy found in beautiful young women. He marveled and laughed a hearty belly laugh. They sat together on the couch, snacked on popcorn, and snuggled closer as the movie progressed. She enjoyed the warmth of his body next to her and he enjoyed the closeness of having her by his side. When the movie ended, she was curled up on the couch, his arm around her, and her head resting against his chest. He inhaled the fresh, sweet scent of her silky hair appreciatively. "Do you want to watch another one? I have several other movies I think you would enjoy." "No..." she replied softly as she kissed him on the neck and gripped his hand. "I want to enjoy you. Let's go to bed." They walked arm and arm to the bedroom. A slow stroll toward the joy and pleasure they both knew awaited them. Jason pulled her to him as soon as they reached the bed. As they kissed, she reached under his shirt, her small hands against his warm skin. He parted her robe and caressed the smooth skin of her back. She loosened his belt began to unbutton and unzip. Their movements were slow, deliberate, and sensual. Heather allowed the robe she wore to fall to the floor as Jason stepped out of his pants. She gently stroked his member and he caressed her breasts as they continued to kiss. Heather placed her free hand on his cheek and whispered "I so enjoy it here, being with you." Then she kissed her way down his torso and took his erection into her mouth. Jason let out a low moan in response. She slowly and deliberately made love to his cock with her mouth, her hands behind her, fingers interlocked. He gently caressed her hair, her beautiful face, and her supple neck. After a few minutes of her wonderful treatment, Jason entangled his fingers in her hair and tugged back slowly... releasing his length from her mouth. He looked down into her eyes. "It's my turn to do you." Jason gripped her hands and lifted her up. She smiled and began to blush as she recalled, "I still remember the first time you ate me - on the couch in your living room. I'd never felt anything like that before." Jason kissed her neck and took each nipple into his mouth until they were both erect. He stroked her back and gently squeezed her butt. He sat on the bed and then positioned himself below the pillows that were against the headboard. "If you really want the full affect, then you will have to sit on my face," he replied, his eyes and mouth enticing her. She climbed onto the bed, rested her knees above his shoulders, and grabbed the headboard. Jason looked up into her dripping pussy and relished silently the pleasures soon to be had. He kissed and licked her inner thighs and brushed her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue. He savored the aroma and taste of her, not rushing, but purposefully taking his time. Both hands on her ass, he kissed her vulva and teased her lips with his tongue. Heather drew a sharp breath when his tongue lightly touched her clit. Finally, he raised his head and buried his face against her wet, dripping pussy. He sucked her lips into his mouth and gently tongued her clit. "Ohhhhhhhh, that feels so good," she responded between moans and whimpers of pleasure. Jason lowered his head slightly and kissed her thigh. "Baby, are you ready to come?" "Oh yes, please baby. Eat me. Use your tongue on me Jason, please. I'm so hot and ready for you now... oh gawd Jason... please... oh yesss." Jason gripped her butt cheeks and pulled her dripping slit down to his hungry mouth. He nibbled and tugged on her lips. He used his tongue and worked her clit slowly without relent. He gorged himself on her juices, licking, sucking, probing until Heather was squealing with abandon and begging him for more. He could feel her leg muscles tighten and hear her breathing become shallow as he rhythmically rubbed her hard, swollen clit with his rough, hot tongue. She let out a low growl followed by a loud moan as her body began to convulse. "Ahhhh mmmmm..." she cried out as she bucked on his face. He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and pulled her down to maintain the suction on her lips and the pressure on her clit as she gyrated her hips. She gripped the headboard and cried out in pleasure, her head thrown back in total abandonment to the waves of sensation that enveloped her. When her orgasm began to mellow, Jason released her pussy from his treatment and returned to kissing her inner thighs. Heather was limp. She slowly dismounted from her position, legs weak and trembling. She slid down to nestle against him and rested her head on his chest. She slowly ran her fingers through his chest hairs as she spoke, "That was incredible. Better than last time. Truly amazing." Jason only smiled in response. "Now, how do you want me? Tell me how I can pleasure you." "Why don't you hop back on top of me, lower down this time?" Heather swung her leg over him, straddled his torso, and kissed him hard on the lips. As their tongues danced together, she reached down and guided his cock to her soaked opening. As she shifted back against his stiffness, his member became enveloped her slippery hole. She immediately began to rock and grind on his rigid cock at a reckless pace. "Wow. That is amazing, so hot and so tight. But slow down, let's enjoy it," Jason said as he placed both hands on her hips, guiding her movements. He stretched out his neck and kissed her on the lips, flicked a passing nipple with his tongue, and then sucked each nipple in turn as she gently rocked. "Can you come again?" he asked as he felt his orgasm begin to build. "I can try." Jason moved his hand from her hips and placed a thumb on her wet and slippery clit. Her motion added to the pleasure effect. "Oh yeah, that'll do it. That'll make me come." Encouraged by her response, Jason tightened his grip on her hip and began thrusting up into her velvety wetness as he continued to rub her clit with a thumb. "Oh baby, come with me," he pleaded. "Oh, I'm gonna come again." As Heather's body shuddered in bliss, Jason gave one last thrust upward and with his cock buried to the hilt inside of her he shot his load filling her with jets of hot cum. Once her euphoria subsided, she slowly lowered herself to a prone position on top of Jason and kissed him. "Should I get off you now?" "Oh no. I just got off," he quickly replied with a smile. "Now I am enjoying this." They stayed in that position until Jason fell asleep. Heather slid off and snuggled comfortably beneath his shoulder once again. *********************************** Heather awoke to an empty bed. She slipped on the boxers and robe and wondered into the kitchen where she found Jason pouring batter for pancakes. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and a lingering hug. "Last night, you were amazing. Sex around here just gets better and better." I have to ask her, he thought. "Is that why you are here this weekend?" "No, that is not it, exactly. The great sex is just a wonderful side benefit. No Jason, I'm here because you make me feel special and no one else does." "What do you mean? What about your family, your roommates, your friends?" "My friends and roommates are wrapped up in their own lives. Between work and school, they barely have time for themselves, let alone sharing time with someone else. And the guys at school are either on a mission to get drunk or to get laid." "And your family?" "The last time I went home for a weekend, my folks had plans that didn't include me. I ended up staying home while there were out having a great time. It doesn't make me feel like running home anytime soon. You may have had things to do this weekend, but you spent time with me, and I really appreciate it. You make me feel special." "Heather, I truly enjoy you being here with me. And it's still Sunday," Jason reminded her. "You can stay the day with me today if you'd like." "I should be getting back. I've run out of study material, and I'll probably ace all of my exams with the amount of work I've done." "Well, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Will you at least stay for another meal?" "Of course, I wouldn't miss an opportunity to eat your cooking. And I'd like to take a shower before I go. Care to join me?" Bingo! answered Jason's thoughts... as his eyes and smile gave her his answer... Houseguest Nightmare Just a little fun story. ***** My life turned to shit the day Claire came to stay with us. Okay, okay, maybe she had it rough. Only married two years and her husband ran off with another woman. Hey, get over it, shit happens. When she first arrived, Josie and I were both sympathetic but after awhile her constant droning on the faults of the male species became more than irksome, at least, to me. "Men don't know how to make love to a woman..." "Men only think with their dicks..." "Men only need a hole to stick their cocks into..." Well, maybe there was a little truth to that. I had to admit when Josie and I got married five years ago, we didn't stray too far from our bedroom. But I didn't marry her just to have a steady piece of ass... Nah, no way. As a matter of fact, we'd slowed down to only three times a week now, often for only a half hour at a time. At 28, Josie works as a therapist for a marriage counselor. She's good at her job of marriage mending. Sometimes in bed, she tells me one of her stories (no names of course), after which we'll role play the couple and fantasize a happy ending. It's really hot. Josie isn't one of those tall statuesque model types. Quite the opposite, she's short and stocky. But men do notice her, the way she wobbles her ass and sways those firm torpedo tits. Her slim waist accentuates her oblong breasts and ample ass. Yes, I love having those powerful legs wound around my butt while I'm sliding in her tight hole... No kids yet, but we're thinking about it. And Claire? She's a younger clone of her sister. And yes, they both come by it honestly. At 46, their mother Carol has the same great shape. In fact I have to be careful I don't sneak up behind the wrong woman when we're visiting. I did that once, rubbing my hardon in the crack of Carol's ass. My face is still stinging. Anyhow... I digress. Where was I? ... Oh, yeah, this is about Claire. She followed Josie everywhere, whimpering and blubbering about her failed marriage. Even when Josie was doing the vacumning, Claire never stopped, just prattled louder. They stayed up late, yakking, drinking wine or whatever else was available. Meals were particularly difficult. Claire never stopped whining. Worse, Josie nodded at some of Claire's assessment of men. She'd give me that 'just like you' look. Since there were two against one, I made myself scarce, mostly hiding in the study. And then it got worse. Josie's older sister, Anne, began coming over after work and staying for dinner to lend support to Claire's rant. She had the same low opinion of men as her sister, calling all men 'cunthounds', who couldn't wait to stick their thingy into a strange pussy. She'd stay until after dinner, then go home to put her two toddlers to bed... Now there was three against one. During the two weeks since Claire arrived, sex with Josie was at ground zero. I have to tell you, abstinence doesn't work for me. I was walking around with a permanent semi hardon. Whenever we did manage to get to bed at the same time, she would push me away if I made a move on her. Finally one night I grabbed a handful of ass. "No, John, we can't. Claire's in the next room... she'll hear us," she whispered. "So what?" "It'll make her feel worse." "I feel a lot worse than she does," I rebutted. "Tell you what honey. If you can be real quiet, I'll suck your dick," she promised. Could I refuse? Not likely. But getting a blow job was only a consolation prize compared to sliding in and out of her tight pussy. "Swallow it all?" I whispered hopefully. "Mmmm...Hmmmm..." she agreed as her cheeks hollowed. I lasted all of thirty seconds before my cum bathed her tonsils. Nobody could give a blow job like my Josie. "There, that'll hold you for awhile," she giggled. I spooned her and we fell asleep. As usual, she wore her flannel pajamas so I wouldn't attempt to poke her during her slumber. -- Three days later, we again got to bed at the same time. I pulled her into me and ran my hand down the inside of her PJs, down the crack of her ass, running a finger around into her tight pussy hole. She pushed me away. "No, John, we can't," she whispered, "Claire heard us the other night and she feels really bad." "Why would SHE feel bad?" I quieried. "It reminds her of the relationship she had with her husband... Bear with me, honey, she's starting to respond to my therapy." "I'm going to need therapy real soon too. Why don't we grab a blanket and have a bit of nookie in the back yard?" I suggested. "No way. We did that a few years ago when your mom and dad were visiting. The neighbors are still talking about it," she reminded me. "Are we going to have to rent a motel room?" I asked in desperation. "No, silly. Tomorrow's Saturday. It's supposed to be a nice day so I'll send her out to cut some flowers in the back yard. You can lean me over the kitchen table while we watch for her through the window." Well, the best made plans never work. It rained all damned weekend, the next weekend too... However, it did seem that Josie had calmed Claire down considerably. Our mealtimes became more pleasant and there was less ratcheting about the evils of men. Two weeks after my blow job, I figured it was safe to broach the subject. "Claire, how would you feel if Josie and I had sex tonight?" Her face turned purple and she started to choke. "That's all you men ever think about, isn't it? ... Just fuck, fuck, FUCK..." "Claire, we love each other and haven't been together for a month," I reminded her, trying to remain calm. "Go ahead, you bastard," she screamed, "Stick your soft little weeny into my poor sister." Huh? ... Soft? Little? Was she talking about me? Is that what Josie told her? Claire ran bawling to the bathroom and locked herself in. "See what you've done," Josie railed, "she was coming along nicely until you opened your big mouth." "You're taking her side again, Josie," I raked, "The only therapy that bitch needs is a big hard cock to fuck her brains out." "How can you be such an insensitive asshole?" Josie seethed. "Insensitive? Me, insensitive? Me, the husband who hasn't had a piece of ass for a month?" "I'm beginning to think Claire's right," Josie yelled, "Men like you think a fuck is the only thing a woman is good for." "You got that right... men like me," I growled as I reached for my bomber jacket. "Where the hell are you going?" she shrieked. "I've had it, Jo. I'm going out to find a woman to relieve my condition," I loudly reported. "John..." was the last word I heard as I slammed the door. It was about a mile to the neighborhood pub and I managed to quick step it there in about fifteen minutes. Jake, the bartender saw me come in and reached under the bar for a bottle of the good stuff. I held up two horizontal fingers and he poured it. "Trouble with the missus again?" he asked. "Same old shit, different day... My balls have turned from blue to black. If I don't get some pussy soon, they'll fall off," I quaffed my drink in one gulp, then slammed the glass down for a refill. "That bad, eh?" he sympathized, pouring three fingers this time. "Sorry, no strays in here on Monday nights. The horny marrieds don't show up 'til Thursdays." "Just my luck. That's the nights I'm squiring Josie and Claire around shopping... Well I've about had it. I'm going to kick her bitch sister out on the street." "That might be a mistake," Jake shook his head, sadly, "I had similar situation with Tiffany about four months ago." "Do tell," I remembered his wife Tiffany, a tall vivacious blonde with a killer figure. She worked in his bar as a server, a tease if there ever was one. Men dropped in for a drink just to ogle and have a little risque conversation. "Her mother, Nora, came to stay with us," Jake continued, "The bitch never liked me, claiming Tiffany married a low-life and that she could have done much better... I took the constant denigration for two months before I finally decided to boot her mother out." "So it worked out after all?" I queried as I tossed back the rest of my drink and pounded my glass down for another. "No... When I threw her mother out, Tiffany went with her," he looked miserable as he refilled my glass, "I hadn't heard from her for two months until I got a divorce application in the mail last week." "Jeezus, I'm sorry, Jake," I empathized. "Yeah, shit happens," he replied, looking like his dog just got run over. Well, that wasn't exactly my situation. I didn't hate Claire or Margo, I just wanted to resume sexual relations with my wife without interference. I drained my glass and thought about it some more. Another drink and I was still thinking about it... Fuck it, I wasn't going to end up like Jake. It was time to take control. I'd go home and ravage my wife, in front of Claire if need be. "That's the last of the good stuff," Jake said as he drained the bottle into my glass. "You think Tiffany's found someone else?" I probed. "Don't know," he lamented, "I'm still hoping she'll smarten up and come home." "Maybe you're better off without her, Jake. There's no way I'd let Josie get away with that shit." "Yeah, maybe you're right," he responded doubtfully. That little exchange got me thinking. Was something going on in my marriage? Josie liked to fuck almost as much as I did. Surely she could have made a better effort to get us alone? I tossed back the last drink, then threw some bills on the counter and left. It took me a lot longer to walk home. I kept bumping into lamp posts and stopping to have conversations with some trees. The house was dark when I finally unlocked the door. I kicked the front door shut and stripped off my clothes on the way to our bedroom. "Honey, I'm ho-ome," I announced as I noisily swung the dimly lit bedroom door open until it smacked against the wall stop, "And guess what I'm going to doo-ooo." "No, you're naa-aught," she chimed in return as she hiked her pajama bottoms up higher, holding onto the elastic waistband with both hands. "Yes, I aa-am," I insisted as I grabbed her pajama bottoms and yanked them off. I grasped an ankle in each hand and spread her open, pulling her up to cock level. She tried to squirm away... not too forcefully, I noticed. I pushed my meat into her slippery hole and began my ride. She tried to remain passive but it didn't last long. "Oh, God," she screamed, "Yes... do it... I need it... fuck me... fuck me... deeper... yesssss... right there... I'm gonna... CUU-UUMMM." "ME TOO-OO," I grunted as we both hit the trip wire at the same time. Damn, that felt good, my first piece in too long. I pulled her ankles together and held her there while we both came down. "Jeezus, what a load," she chortled, "Let me up before I leak all over the bed sheets." She ran for the washroom, cupping her hand under her leaking pussy. I tried to lay down but the room started to spin so I hung onto the bedpost instead. A few minutes later she came back wearing only her pajama top. She crawled up on the bed and buried her face in a pillow, her ass pointing out at me. Whaddaya know... surprise, surprise, she wanted more. Now, I'm not like most men when I get smacked. On the contrary, when I'm drinking good scotch, I'm almost priapismic. I got up behind her and again pushed into her. She took a huge gulp of air into her lungs as I sank to the bottom. She felt a lot tighter in this position. We got into a rhythm as she rocked back against my thrusts. Suddenly, she froze and her cunt muscles tightened... She came. That was good because she was going to get lot more before I unloaded the second time. She groaned and pushed her ass back at me, indicating she wanted to resume. I complied and we again found our rhythm. It only took a few minutes before I felt her cunthole clench again. "HAAAAAAAAH..." she exhaled as her juices began to leak onto the bed. I thought of getting a towel but it felt too good to pull out of that spongy muscular pussy hole... so I didn't. After a few seconds she bashed back at me, inviting me to resume. We got out of sync for awhile when she started to push back faster than I was thrusting. I took the hint and picked up the pace. Her whole body began to tremble and shake as she climbed to her next orgasm. With her head still down on the pillow, her hands reached around me and grabbed my asscheeks, leveraging her backthrusts to get me in deeper. Her next orgasm didn't stop as she gushed her fluids onto me and the bed, bucking, almost jumping as she keened and held onto my ass to get more. I couldn't hold it any longer and pulled on her hips as hard as I could, throbbing my juices into her depths, her pussy gripping my cock like a vise. Maybe it was my long deprivation but it felt like the best fuck I'd had in a long time. She rose on wobbly legs and navigated her way to the washroom. Again, I tried to lay down but the room insisted on spinning so I propped myself up against the headboard and promptly passed out. I awoke in the morning, flat on my back with Josie sucking my cock. "Aren't you afraid Claire will hear your slurping?" "Nope, she left early this morning for home. She's gone back to hurry the divorce through." "What? I thought she wanted him back?" She stopped slurping for a moment. "I had a very long talk with Claire after you stomped out of here last night. I convinced her it was time to look for another man, one with a bigger and harder cock than her soon to be ex-husband... any more questions?" she asked as her mouth went down on my cock again. "Yeah, uhh... what did I do last night?" "Don't you remember doing me in this bed?" she asked. "Yes, but I'm talking about the second time..." I protested. "Let's just say Claire left with a big smile on her face this morning," Josie let out a horse laugh, then did a leg over and sank down on my meat. I decided to stop asking questions. I might get an answer I could actually understand. -- We were back in the groove, never missing a night for the next week. It was marvelous. At least, it was for me, though I noticed Josie walking with a funny gait. One day after work, I decided to stop by Jake's Bar to see if he had another bottle of the good stuff. The bar was crowded and I soon found out why. Tiffany was there, dressed in a tutu and a tight blouse, wobbling her ass on top of those long perfect legs, flirting with all the men while she served them drinks. I sat down on the only barstool available and signalled Jake with two horizontal fingers. He nodded and grabbed my bottle from under the counter. Tiffany came behind the bar and picked up another tray of drinks, kissing Jake on the cheek. On her way back to the tables, she turned to me and gave me a smile and a wink. "What happened," I asked Jake as he poured me another drink. He leaned over the bar and whispered in my ear. "She caught her mother fucking some low-life sewer rat, even lower than a bartender." "Say hey," I raised my glass in a toast, "Problem solved." "Damn right," he firmly avowed, "I took your advice and won't allow her mother back in the house so your drinks are on the house tonight." I got stinko again, though not quite as bad as the last time. Josie and her sister, Margo, were preparing dinner when I whispered into Josie's ear that I needed a quickie before dinner. She just smiled and gave my cock a squeeze as I ran to our bedroom and stripped out of my suit, then laid back on the headboard and waited. She came into the darkened bedroom and mounted me... But something was wrong. My cock didn't feel like it was in familiar territory and her grunts didn't sound like Josie's either. I reached over and turned the bedside lamp on. "Margo, what the hell are you doing?" "Claire was right... so big... so full... don't stop... need to come... oh God... cumming... cumming... CUUMMMMIIINNNNG." I felt her pussy clench as her juices poured down my dick. Her big tits separated from my chest and she moved back a bit, her hands clasped behind my neck with her body trembling. She was sliding her clit back and forth across my pubis with my rock hard cock still inside her. "Margo..." "Please, John, no questions... I need more... just fuck me... please... please..." she began humping me again. "Margo, we can't..." "Oh, yes, John... right there... you're in my sweet spot... fuck me, John... fuckme... fuckme... FUCKMEEEEEEEEE..." "Margo, we've got to stop..." "No, John... Please, not yet..." she flipped off me and stuck her ass in the air, "Doggie... and don't spare the horses." Well in for a penny, in for a pound... I mounted her and slammed my cock into her depths and ravaged her sopping cunt. "Yessss... perfect cock... perfect fuck... so deep... so full... cumming... AAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW..." No way was I going to stop now. I grabbed her hips and picked up the pace. I'm sure the slap-slap of flesh on flesh reverberated throughout the whole house as she came again and again... Finally after about twenty minutes of sweaty fucking, I released my load... I gave that ass a good slap and she pitched forward, her body so tired, she fell asleep almost immediately. I covered her with a comforter and went back to the kitchen. Josie was sitting at the kitchen table with a smile on her face. "What the hell was that all about?" I racheted. "Just a little John Therapy," Josie laughed, "No harm done." -- Life went back to normal, three times a week. After several months, Josie informed me that Claire had a new man and things were getting serious. A few months later, after a Saturday afternoon play date in our bedroom, Josie sprang another one on me, "John, my older sister Anne is having some trouble in her marriage. Uhh... I was wondering if she could visit us for awhile..." "No way, I'm not going through that shit again." "Please, John, their marriage is in trouble. Their sex has become stale and they're drifting apart. He's talking divorce... Please, just for a little while." "OK, but I'm not going without, regardless of how she feels. As far as I'm concerned if it bothers her, she can come into our bedroom and watch... Deal?" "She'll be here tomorrow," Josie giggled. And so it went. Anne listened through the bedroom walls to Josie's noisy enthusiasm for a few nights before she got curious enough to come into our bedroom. We put on a show for her; oral, 69's, pussy fucking in every position, even some anal. Anne sat on the edge of the bed, naked, drooling and playing with her clit while she watched me pleasure Josie. On the fifth night, Anne was laying on her back beside us, fingering herself as Josie and I humped in the missionary position. "Time for some John Therapy," Josie panted, pushing me off. Far be it for me to resist. Anne spread herself and willingly accepted my dick. Yep, her body felt just like my Josie, her cunt a little different though. The next night, Anne and I did it all, most of which she'd never attempted with her husband, some of which she'd never even heard of. Saturday, Josie went shopping and I took a blue pill and fucked Anne all afternoon. Sunday, Anne went back to her husband. She introduced him to a lot of new sex. Her story to him was that she watched us perform from inside our closet. Happily for her, he dropped the divorce. -- Four months later, Josie and I were laying in bed after a particularly satisfying sexual session. "We just received an invitation to Claire's wedding," Josie announced. "Really? ... Big wedding?" "Five bridesmaids; myself and my four other sisters... Mother will give Claire away." "Why didn't your mother remarry after your dad died? Maybe she would have got lucky and had a boy?" Houseguest Nightmare "She dated for awhile but none of her boyfriends were suitable. It's kind of sad, you know, she and my youngest sister, Darlene, live alone in that big old house. To make matters worse, Darlene is a very serious college student and rarely has time to spend with mom. The only time mom feels happy is when Anne brings the children over." "And how's Anne's marriage now?" I asked as I began licking the tip of one of her torpedoes, getting her ready for Round Two. "Fabulous, they do it as often as we do," she moaned as I mauled her ass cheeks, "She's really grateful to you for introducing her to all that different sex." "And all your other sisters are happy too," I asked rhetorically as I switched my attention to her other torpedo. "I meant to talk to you about that," she gasped as my forefinger slid down her ass crack to find her anus. "Margo is having trouble with her latest marriage." "Yeah, I've heard about Margo's two previous marriages. After a couple of years, she gets bored and finds another cock. Her first two husbands divorced her." "Her latest husband is deathly afraid she's going to find another man. He loves her dearly and doesn't want to lose her, so I suggested a compromise, one they both think is a great idea," she shivered as my tongue snaked down her body, searching for her treasure. "What kind of compromise?" "She'll come over for a weekend every month and get a strange cock... yours," she panted as I latched onto her clit, "You won't be disappointed, apparently she's very talented in bed." "Josie, have you gone crazy? Am I going to end up fucking all your sisters?" "As a matter of fact, Alice and her husband are having a little trouble too. She wants children but he's shooting blanks. They're not keen on the idea of an anonymous donor, so they've selected you... You know, like sort of keeping it in the family. You could manage that, couldn't you? It would only be every year or two." "Getting pregnant isn't so easy sometimes," I warned her," It may take quite a few fertile times before it's successful." "That wouldn't be so bad, would it?" she chuckled, "I'm sure you'd both enjoy it..." "That only leaves Darlene," I observed as I pushed my hard member into her tight pussy. "Yes, Darlene's having a difficult time. She's a serious student and hasn't time for dating," Josie grunted as she slammed her pubis into mine. It wasn't long before I fired a volley to match hers. "John," she panted, coming down, "Do you think it's time for us to start our babies?" "You know I'd like that but we can't afford it on only one salary." "I wasn't planning on quitting my job," Josie replied, "Mother would love to babysit the children." "Not likely. This place is too small for children and your mother too." "We'll move into mom's house. She has lots of room. After all, we six girls were raised there. Her house is fully paid for so there's only the utilities and upkeep..." "That wouldn't solve anything," I replied as Josie resurrected my cock with her pussy muscles, "We'll still have to pay rent." "Mom doesn't need money. Dad's insurance left her plenty. She wouldn't get in the way, I promise," she smiled as she again began humping against me. "You're kidding... what's she going to think when she finds out I'm banging all of her daughters?" I asked astonished. "She be very happy knowing that her girls are contented," Josie said. "She was the one who made the suggestion after talking to Claire and Anne. They're both very happy now and mother is elated." "Josie, why the hell are you doing this?" "Cuz you scared the shit out of me when you walked out of the house that night. I thought you WOULD find some bimbo to match your voracious libido and I'd lose you forever..." she paused, a tear rolling down her cheek, "John, don't get me wrong, I love having you inside me, but I can't take the pounding from your big cock every night..." "C'mon, Josie, it's only seven inches..." "Closer to eight," she corrected me, "And as thick as my arm. I get too sore. This way, if I do some careful scheduling, we can still have our three times a week... Deal?" "This is a dangerous game, Josie, what happens if I fall in love with one of them? I mean, look at Darlene, she's a beautiful young chick," I said warily. "Oh John, she's been in love with you since her mid teens. It would be really nice if you loved her too. You'd make us both very happy." "Well... maybe... I guess..." I stammered. "I'm so glad you married me, John," she cooed as she wrapped herself around me, "You're taking such good care of my family." ...We moved into her mother's house the next month... -- And so began my life with the six sisters. Anne's husband resumed the affair with his secretary, so she felt entitled to came over a couple of times a month and get some strange too. Claire's new husband turned out to be a pervert. His fantasy was to have another man fuck his wife, then have her tell him about it. They both enjoy it and have wild sex for weeks. Of course, Margo showed up at least once a month to get her bit of strange. She now has two cocks in her life and doesn't need more. It took Alice four months to get pregnant the first time. I suspect she was enjoying the sex too much and stayed on the pill longer than necessary. And Darlene? She's an absolute animal in bed. She had the tightest cunt of all of the sisters. When the other sisters weren't around, I alternated between Darlene and Josie, three nights a week for each of them. ...I was a very happy man... FOUR YEARS LATER... Josie and I had two children before she decided her ass was getting too big and had her tubes tied. She's worked very hard to keep her body in shape. After all, she didn't want her sisters to look more attractive than her. Anne, Margo, and Claire still come over at least one night a month to get a good workout. Alice has two children and claims she wants a third. She comes over a few days a month during her 'fertile' time. She's not fooling me, I know she's on the pill. Darlene graduated and got a good job not too far from home. She claims she loves me and doesn't want to move out of our house, and yes, she's still an animal in bed. Their mother, Carol, was ecstatic at having so many grandchildren. Lately, she's been staring at my crotch, probably wondering why all of her daughters are so enamored with my equipment. -- The day of Carol's 50th birthday, my relationship with their mother changed. Her daughters were all out shopping and even though Carol didn't let on, she was anticipating a surprise birthday party. Afternoon turned into evening and Carol's spirits sagged. "They've forgotten," she lamented as she flopped down beside me in her terry cloth bathrobe. "But I haven't," I said as I wound an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. Startled, she tried pushing me away, "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, surprised. "I want you to have a memorable birthday," I cooed, slipping my hand inside her robe to play with one of her breasts. "No... mmff..." she protested as I kissed her full on the lips. My tongue searched for hers as I gently squeezed her breast. Her breathing quickened. "No... please," she whimpered when she broke the kiss, "We can't do this." My hard cock popped out from between the folds of my bath robe. "Oh, my God," she stared at it, "No wonder..." My hand slid in between her thighs as I kissed her again. She clamped her legs together, trying to impede my progress but it was too late, my fingers had already reached her heat. Two of my fingers stroked her clit as she gasped in my mouth. Her legs parted slightly to give my better access. She was getting wet. "I want to give you MY OWN birthday present," I said as I rolled onto the floor and pulled her down on top of me. "No... this is wrong," she whimpered again, "What will my daughters think?" "They'll think you're still a woman, a woman with needs like theirs," I said as I lifted her ass with one hand and began rubbing my cockhead in her hairy gash. My cockhead found her treasure and pushed into her. She was surprisingly tight. "Oh, Jeezus... It's been so long," she gasped, settling down on my full length. "Please forgive me, Harry," she pleaded, looking toward the ceiling, "I promised I'd never have any other man but I'm so very needy..." She shucked her robe and leaned over. My hands surrounded her torpedoes and I alternately sucked those long nipples while she rode my cock. "I'm going to come, Harry, as hard as I've ever come in my life," she promised, pumping up and down. "YESSSSSSSS..." she screamed, clutching my cock with her powerful pussy muscles, "FUCK... MEEEEEEEEEEE..." She was a little too fast for me, I didn't come. Suddenly, the lights went on and her six daughters yelled out in unison, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM..." Carol froze and her face turned red as a beet, "How could you do this to me, your own mother?" "Six years of celibacy is long enough," Josie whispered in her ear, "We all know how much you liked having sex with dad, we could hear you screaming in your bedroom. Now it's time to enjoy yourself again." "That doesn't make it right," Carol moaned. "It makes it right cuz you're part of the family," I reminded her, "And you need me as much as do your daughters." My cock was still nestled in Carol's deepest recesses and I repeatedly clenched my PC muscle to give her a throbbing sensation. The look on her face betrayed her renewed lust. "God forgive me," she groaned, "You feel so good in there, I'm going to come again..." "Yesss," Josie urged, "Let OUR cock throb his copious load into you. Feel his jets as he empties his balls..." "Oh, God yes," Carol whined, "I DO need him... such a magnificent cock... making all my chicks so happy... so good to have a man again..." -- So there you have it. The family insisted I quit my job so I could conserve my energy. I'm now the handyman, looking after the estate. Carol, Darlene, and Josie are live-ins while the other four sisters come over regularly for a little afternoon delight. ...And I love every minute of it... THE END