3 comments/ 57875 views/ 4 favorites Shelley's Story-A Beach House Extra By: artiepuy This is one of several extra "mini stories" that are supplements to "The Beach House". Some of these will be elements of the story that I had in my head as I was writing a particular chapter, but which were left out because I couldn't fit them in or they didn't lend themselves to the first-person narration of the story. Others will be side stories that I thought of after a chapter was done, which may add to the plot line. I hope that you enjoy it! Shelley - A Beach House Supplement Shelley walked into the cool house. She'd been working out in the garden for a few hours, crawling around in the soil on her hands and knees. She loved tending to her yard, it always gave her a feeling of accomplishment when she finished a project, and getting dirty in the process never really bothered her. Today's project hadn't been all that fulfilling though, hand weeding and edging the flower beds up against the house. It had been lots of hard work in the hot sun, but that was about all. She was hot, sweaty, and dirty, and she could really use a cold drink and a hot shower. Walking down the hall to the kitchen, she heard voices. "Brad must have Sam over", she thought. Sam was her son's best friend. He'd been around the house for so many years now that she almost thought of him as one her own kids. Unmindful of her current state, she decided to find the two boys and ask if they wanted something to drink too. --- "Is that Nancy Walker?" Brad asked, as he and the other boys clustered around the glowing computer monitor, watching the video that was currently playing. "Whoa, look at those tits!" Mark, his neighbor, had stopped by earlier, looking for Brad's sister. He was home for a few months, taking the summer off before going back to college for yet another year, and was looking for someone to hang out with. Brad had told him that his older sister Kelly had a summer job somewhere up the coast. Although separated in age by a few years, Brad and Sam had always gotten along well with Mark, and the three had fallen into an easy conversation, talking about the live-play Internet game that Brad and Sam were playing when Mark had rung the doorbell. They had all gone up to Brad's room to play the game some more, but Mark had made a slightly different suggestion. Sitting down in front of the screen, he had instead logged Brad's computer on to the highschoolhunnys web site. Because he was actually one of the admins for the site, he easily bypassed the credit card and user prompts, taking the younger boys into sections that weren't available to even the paying customers. It was one of the secret videos that they were watching right now. "Naw", said Sam. "It can't be Nancy, cause she's our age, not eighteen. She can't be on this site, it would be illegal." He quickly added, "She sure looks like she's enjoying that though." Mark turned to look at Brad's friend. "What you said about her age would be true, if this were available to everyone, but it's not." Looking at Brad, he said "You're right, it is Nancy. And" he continued, "she DOES have a fantastic set of tits. Both to look at and to feel." The two younger boys looked at each other, their mouths wide open. "No way!" said Brad. "You've felt her tits before? I can't even work up the guts to talk to her!" "And that, my young friends" Mark said, "is why I'm showing you this right now. I'm going to make it my project to get you two laid this summer." Brad and Sam watched Nancy on the video in fascination as she performed for the camera, bouncing up and down on the lap of a boy that neither of them recognized, her face a mask of passion. The camera panned around the room, stopping when it came across a second naked girl lying face down across an arm chair, her ass high in the air. The camera zoomed in, traveling across the smooth, rounded cheeks and down to the wide-open, hairless pussy of that anonymous girl. As the shot pulled back out, they could see a much older man, at least thirty, as he stepped up to the prone girl and began rubbing her ass, caressing the lips of her pussy with his fingers. The boys watched intently as his long cock, standing straight up in the air, was positioned to enter the girl. "Wow" Brad said. "That girl's hot! Do you think I could get into her pants some time?" Mark just looked at the younger boy and smiled knowingly. --- "Hey boys!" Shelley shouted down the hall. "I'm making lemonade! Why don't you come on down and have some with me?" Brad and Sam looked up in horror. "Mom can't know what we've been doing!" was all that Brad could think. "OK, Mom!" he shouted back. "We'll be down in a minute." Walking over to the door to make sure his mother wasn't planning on coming in, Brad missed seeing the girl on the screen turn her head to look at the man who was about to enter her. Brad would have easily recognized who it was, he knew her quite well. If he had been looking at the room instead of at the girls in it, he would have recognized the basement where it was taken. "You've got to turn that off!" he whispered loudly to Mark. "If my mom catches us doing this, she'll kill me!" --- Shelley put out two lemonades for the boys, adding a generous amount of vodka to a third for herself and keeping it separate enough that they wouldn't grab it. "It's hot, I deserve it!" she thought to herself. Turning around to look into the back yard, she planned what yard work she might do tomorrow. "Maybe I'll take the rest of the day off and just lay out in the sun" she thought. "Hey Mom!" came Brad's voice behind her. She could hear the drinks being taken from the counter. "I hope you don't mind. Mark's been hanging out over here too." "Um Hmmm..." Shelley murmured back, not really listening. She was busy thinking, the words didn't register in her brain right away. As Mark grabbed the third drink from the counter, he admired the older woman's well rounded ass peeking out of the bottom of her cutoffs. Her legs were killer as well, smooth and tan. As he had read somewhere once, those legs went "all the way up". "Hey ya!" Mark called out to her as he took a deep drink of the lemonade. "Holy shit!" was the next thing out of his mouth. He hadn't expected the alcohol, and in his surprise, the glass tipped over on the counter, spilling its contents. The sound of the ice hitting the floor was what broke Shelly out of her spell. A third boy, and the third glass! She spun around in time to see the spiked drink pouring over the countertop. Without thinking, she stepped over to the sink, grabbing a dish rag to soak up the liquid before it seeped into everything in sight. After a few trips from the sink to the spill and back again, she got down on her hands and knees, working on the cabinet front and the floor. Like most typical teenagers, Brad and Sam completely ignored the minor drama going on, grabbing their drinks and heading back into Brad's room. Mark just stood and watched, as Shelley crawled around on the floor and cleaned up the spilled drink. From above, he saw a great deal of her ass as it waved invitingly in the air in front of him, barely covered by her short shorts. Thoughts and desires raced through his head, the unexpected view causing his manhood to harden. His underwear got so tight that he was forced to reach down and move his cock to point it down the leg of his pants. Shelley had heard the boys leaving. Swearing quietly to herself "Fucking boys! Come in and make a huge mess - sure, Mom will clean it up!" Since she believed the kitchen to be empty, she wasn't too worried about how she looked crawling around on the floor. It wasn't until she had circled back to check for the last of the liquid on the floor that she noticed a pair of feet right in front of her. Knees came into view right after, as the person knelt down onto the floor to meet her level. Her gaze traveled back along his legs, and she also couldn't miss the long stiff cock that was pushing out the fabric of one pants leg. "I am so sorry Shelley!" a voice said from in front of her, forcing her attention to move from the inviting bulge to the person's face. "It was an accident, I didn't mean to spill it!" Mark began to kneel down to help the older woman. The instant she recognized him, she stood straight up, grabbed him with both hands and hugged his head close to her. "Mark!" she cried out, hugging him tight and rocking back and forth on her heels. "I didn't know you were back! When did you get home?" His face buried directly in Shelley's sweat-covered cleavage, Mark answered her with a muffled "Yesterday". He hadn't remembered his neighbor being so... desirable before. Of course, his face had never been quite so close to her breasts before either. Mark began to lose his balance and fall backward, and he reached out and hugged Shelley back to keep steady. He aimed for her back, but as luck would have it, his hands landed firmly on that curvy ass instead. It didn't help. Instead, when he tumbled backward, his hands still cupping her cheeks, he pulled her down on top of him. One hand accidentally slipped under the leg of her shorts, his fingers feeling her heat when they had no more leg to travel up along. Her breasts were now crushed against his chest, and her face was directly in front of his. Acting from instinct instead of a plan, he tilted his head up and kissed Shelley deeply, his free hand how gliding up along her back and under her loose shirt, his trapped hand now moving around to explore the intimate area that it had landed upon. At first, Shelley thought about pushing back, taking herself away from this strong, firm young man who was taking such liberties with her. Instead, she gave herself up to a much deeper urge, returning the kiss, her hands moving under his shirt, caressing his chest, his stomach. Without even thinking, one hand continued downward, passing beneath the top of his scrub pants, moving ever lower until her fingers surrounded his firm member. Emboldened by her actions, Mark rubbed Shelley through her panties, still feeling her heat as it radiated from her core. Moving his other hand from her back forwards, he stroked her breast, naked under the loose-fitting shirt. Suddenly, reason and order came back to Shelley's brain. What was she doing? Was she actually going to roll around on her kitchen floor with this man? Still almost a boy, really. She had no doubt that it would be good sex, but her actions were not those of a grown-up woman. Pushing herself away, using one hand to lift her body up, she finally broke the kiss. Looking down, she could see her other hand snaking its way under the boy's pants, even worse, wrapped around his hard cock. She let go of that, pulling her hand out in such a hurry as if his pants were burning. "Um" was all that she could say, before she quickly got up, almost running up the stairs to her bedroom. Mark lay on the kitchen floor, filled with thoughts of what they might have done. Slowly he got up, then walked down the hall back to Brad's room. --- Shelley had retreated into her bedroom, collapsing in a confused heap on the floor against the bed. It was more than a half hour before she could make herself move, and all she could think of was that she still needed a shower. Some people prefer to be awash in full light when they take showers, Shelley actually preferred little or no light. Since it was a bright, sunny day, and her bathroom had a skylight, she wasn't able to get the effect that she wanted in there. More often than not, she would go down into the basement, showering in the bathroom that was just off of the pool room. She could get privacy, and her dark, calming experience. So it was that Shelley went back through the house, carrying the clothes that she planned to wear after she washed up. Once the water got hot enough, Shelley stripped down, turned off the bathroom light, and stepped under the steaming water. A small shaft of light coming under the door was the only light she received, but that was fine because she knew where everything was. She stood under the hot stream of water, thinking about what had happened in her kitchen less than an hour earlier. She had almost taken advantage of the young neighbor boy! Except that he wasn't a boy any more, not really. She pondered all of this as she soaped herself up. Shelley began to fantasize about what she could have done just a short while ago. As her hand washed one breast, scrubbing away the dirt and the sweat, she remembered that it was where HIS hand had been. His hand had held her just so, his fingertips ever so close to her sensitive nipple. If she had let him, he may have moved that hand just a few inches, brushing up across it, just so. And his other hand... Only a thin line of fabric had kept his hand from her lips. Without that fabric, his fingers might have begun to explore, separating her lips to each side, pressing inward to the silky tunnel that would have enveloped them, welcomed them. She had held his firm cock in her hand, run up and down its length, so she knew that he had been interested in her. Their long kiss had seemed as if they were feasting upon one another, experiencing each others tastes in an ever increasing spiral of wonder. What if she had let him continue, this boy who was now a man? Would he have continued to rub and massage, moving from one breast to the other, even as her hand was doing now? Would he have lowered his mouth to draw in her nipples, suckling as if a baby eager for its meal? Closing her eyes, tilting her head back, she imagined how that would have felt. The cascade of hot water continued to pour out of the shower head, washing her, stimulating her, encouraging her to allow this fantasy to take over her body. It was because of all of this that Shelley did not notice the bathroom door open, then quickly close while her eyes were shut tight, picturing inside her head the scene that might have been. She didn't know that someone else was in the bathroom with her, that the shower door opened, or that someone stepped into it behind her. In her imagination, Mark's strong but gentle hands were caressing her breasts, rubbing their way up her back, then back down to gather, to fondle, to squeeze her ass in their strength. And that was exactly what she felt. HIS hands, as they traveled along her naked body, reaching every place they could reach, exploring, caressing, probing. When two fingers entered her, sliding their way into her deep tunnel, she put the sensation down as part of an elaborate fantasy. She was hot, and tired, that's all it was. But as she slowly brought her thoughts out of the fantasy, she realized that both of her hands were rubbing her generous breasts right now, and yet... Yes. A man's fingers were inside of her, gently gliding their way around, touching spots on her, in her, that were not available to just anybody. And those fingers, the hand attached to them, which clasped her thigh, sliding up and down even as those fingers plunged in and out of her. "It must be Mark" she thought "Who else could it be?" He had followed her down here, waiting until she had been busy with her shower, taken off his own clothes, and joined her. How could she not have known that he had done this? His fingers felt so wonderful, had felt so wonderful in the kitchen, and she lost all of the resolve that had awakened in her before, caused her to retreat from the kitchen. He felt so good... She moved her hands, from where they had been caressing her body, out. Out to find his body, to begin an exploration of her own. Mark must have been kneeling, because when she reached out, she felt his head, only mere inches from her heat, from the place where his fingers were right now. Backing up, she sat down on the bench built into the shower. Holding the back of his head, she pulled him along as she did so, his fingers still busy inside of her. Even after she had sat down, she continued to pull him toward her, pull his head down between her legs, spreading them out and lifting them up, still pulling his mouth, his tongue down to the spot where she needed him to be. "Oh baby" she said out loud. "Lick my hot pussy now. It's waiting for my handsome stranger to come and lick it. Bring your mouth to Momma now." And he did. Even as his fingers continued stroking into her depths, his tongue, his lips began to brush across her skin, tasting the liquids that flowed generously out of her. "That's right, baby" Shelley moaned. "Momma likes that. Use your tongue on me, make me cum! Oh, I so want to cum on your face!" His other hand came up, pulling her lips apart, and his tongue glided in, joining the fingers already in her depths. Plunging in, pulling out, swirling around inside of her, lapping up the juices between her lips, he pleasured her. As waves of sensation rolled through her body, Shelley thought once again how young Mark was. "He must have licked a lot of those girls at college, to get this good at it. Almost as good as Curt, just different." "Work your way deep, baby!" she encouraged him. "I love your tongue deep inside of my cunt!" As he continued, her hands left his head, no longer necessary to bring him in, and resumed fondling her breasts. They had received quite a bit of attention today, and they were very sensitive. As she rubbed their rounded bulk, she would flick, pinch, even twist her generous nipples, stimulating feelings deep within her. And still, the tongue, that foreign tongue, pushed its way deep within her, coming out occasionally to concentrate on her clit, which loved the attention it was receiving. His hands were busily wander over her body now, joining hers on her breasts, only to slide around to her back, to her ass, coming back through to glide between her wet lips, diving deep into her, then emerging once again across her clit. With a shudder and a cry, Shelley came, once again grabbing his head and pulling his face tight between her legs. Even as her orgasm rolled through her body, his tongue continued its work, until his lips finally surrounded her clit, his tongue beating time across its surface in a rapid rhythm. It didn't happen to her often, cumming again while she was already doing so. But just as she had reached her peak and began to settle down from it, her body shot her up to an even higher peak. It was then than Shelley decided. She needed to have this young stud inside of her. Now. His tongue still assaulting her clit like the wings of a bird, her body still convulsing in orgasm, Shelley barely managed to reach down, hooking her hands beneath his shoulders. As she pulled, he rose, and as he rose, she planted her feet square against his shoulders. Releasing her hold on his arms, Shelley now searched out his young cock, finding it standing straight up, waiting for her. Her invisible lover reached out to turn off the water, then put both hands under Shelley's ass, easily picking her up from the shower bench. She felt herself turning in the air, then suddenly felt much more as she was lowered, even dropped down onto his waiting cock. It was all that she had hoped for. Fresh, young, hard cock, pushed so far inside of her that she felt he might go straight through and back out the other end. He moved one hand now, around her back to support her, and pushed even deeper inside of her as his hips thrust upwards, fixing his balance, moving her backwards into the darkness. Shelley's feet were now on either side of his head, she was folded in two as she rode on her new stallion. So deep. He was so deep inside of her, so fat, and long, her walls stretching to accept his size in this unfamiliar position. Even as she felt herself filled, her back contacted the shower wall behind her, then he began to pump himself into her, seemingly filling her more than ever. Shelley's Story-A Beach House Extra She couldn't see Mark's face before her, but she could and did imagine it. In her mind she pictured taking him deep inside of her while in a high mountain meadow, the blue sky above, his young Adonis-like body strong and tight as he repeatedly drove into her. "Fuck me Mark!" she cried out. "Pound me with that hard cock! Give me more, I want more!" As she said these things, her lover's frenzy increased, driving even harder into her, bringing her partway back to a now split reality as she came for the first time around his young cock, screaming out in joy at the waves of pleasure that radiated throughout her body. Still driving himself into her, and wasn't it nice to have a young lover with such stamina, she was once again lifted up, then carried out of the shower and onto the bathroom floor. His cock was removed only long enough to place her on her knees on the dark bathroom floor, but it returned once she had landed, now face down on the floor, her waiting cunt lifted up to meet his desired return to her. He placed his feet in front of her knees, crouching down instead of kneeling behind her, then pushed once more into her wet, waiting hole. Shelley loved being taken from behind, but with this new placement of their two bodies, he seemed to fill her more than her husband ever had before. "Oh, Mark! Oh baby!" she cried out. "Ride me hard, like the dirty neighbor woman that I am! Give me all you've got, make me scream for mercy!" And of course, he did just that. Plunging deeper, her new stud penetrated her again and again, his young cock rubbing against the walls of her cunt in all new places, once again building her senses up the steep climb to overload. Gasping for breath, crying out in pleasure, Shelley took him in, feeling every thrust of his cock, felling his hands as they dug into the soft flesh of her hips, tightly holding on to her body as his tool violated her most private of all places. When he pulled out of her, she moaned. "Put it back in!" she cried. "I want it! I need it! Put that big cock back in and finish the job!" Without a word, her lover rolled her over onto her back, grabbing a leg in each hand, lifting and spreading one to each side, making her even more open to him than she had been this far. And into her wet, eager hole he pushed himself once again, the new position awakening as yet untouched nerve endings, shooting her even farther up the slope to her orgasm. And just as she did cum, in great, heaving and taking in huge gasps of air, just as her pleasure took her over the top, beyond what she could stand to take without screaming out, he spoke at last. "I'm not Mark." On some level, Shelley heard these words, recognized the voice, understood their meaning. But she could not stop the physical sensations taking over her body, could only reach up and hold on tight to the man's sweaty body perched above her, pushed within her. She could only ride the wave of her third straight orgasm, so sensitive inside from all of the fucking she had received that she felt his hot blast hitting the back wall of her cunt, as his cock went deep within her one last time, then became still. She lay on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably while he lay above, his cock buried inside of her. Then the bathroom door opened. --- "Mom? Dad?" came Brad's voice. "Is everything OK in here? How come the lights are off?" Shelley could tell that the shaft of light coming from the partly open door was falling right across her naked body, probably shining like a spotlight right on the place where Curt's and her bodies were joined. If Brad were looking right there, what could he see? Most likely everything. Her lips, Curt's cock, maybe even his semen as it began to seep out of her around his shaft. If Brad turned on the light, he would truly see everything, as the room would be flooded in every corner with light. This room had what Shelley had always referred to as "Hollywood lighting". It had always been nice for putting on makeup, but right now, she cursed ever having it installed. With her luck, Sam and Mark were probably standing right next to their son, taking in the available view, eager to see more of her than they had ever dreamed. As always, her husband gallantly dove right in to help her out. "Don't turn on the light, Brad. Everything'is fine, just don't turn on the light." "Are you sure?" Brad asked. "It was kind of loud down here." "We're good." said Curt. "Go ahead and close the door guys. We'll be up in a few minutes." Even as the door closed once again, Shelley could hear Sam's voice, in what a teenage boy might think was a whisper, saying "Holy shit Brad! Did you see that? Dude, I think we just saw your Mom's snatch!" Shelley closed her eyes tightly then, any thoughts of being able to retain her dignity gone for now. Once the door was shut, Curt pulled himself out, got up, and turned on the light. Of course it had been him, she thought. How could she have believed that it would be Mark? "You've got the hots for the neighbor boy, huh?" he asked calmly. Shelley blushed deeply, even her large breasts turning bright scarlet. But he already knew, so she nodded, her head bowed, unable to look him in the eye. "Has he fucked you yet?" Curt asked. She shook her head, violently, no. "Why not?" he asked. "He's over eighteen. And you know what goes on where I work." Only after he said this did Shelley raise her eyes. "You... You're not mad?" "Mad?" Curt replied, holding his hand out to help her get off of the floor. "Are you kidding me? This is a relief." "A relief?" she asked as she stood. "Shit yeah!" Curt said. "You have no idea how guilty I feel at work when one of my employees makes me have sex with them." Shelley just looked at her husband, surprise on her face. "It's never bothered me." she said, finally. "I've always just put it down to part of the job, kind of like..." "Being married to a hooker?" he suggested. "Well..." she said, slapping his arm playfully. "More like a stripper, maybe. At least they don't do EVERY customer!" Curt laughed, saying "Just the ones who ask, babe. Just the ones who ask." Then his face turned serious. "I mean it though Shelley. If you're hot for this kid, take him for a ride! I approve. Just not this weekend." Then he looked at the lines of semen running down each of her legs, changing the subject. "Maybe we better jump back in the shower for a minute." As he turned the water on and stepped under the spray, Shelley asked "Why not this weekend?" "Mainly because we're not going to be home this weekend." he told her. "We're going up to the company house tomorrow for the 4th of July celebration." Shelley screamed in delight. "You're kidding! We've wanted to go up there for years!" Then her face turned dark. "But Curt! What about your boss? That's kind of why we've never done this before." As he began to vigorously rub soap all over the front of his wife's body, Curt leaned in so that his mouth was up against her ear, whispering "He's in Europe. All month. And he has no way of finding out that we're going there. Who's going to tell him?" Then his mouth began to press kisses into the skin just below her ear. Shelley could easily feel that his interest had returned, and reached down to take things in hand. Turning her back on Curt, she leaned over and clasped her ankles tightly. "Think you could come up with a good use for this, cowboy?" She asked, smiling. --- After coming home late from running around with the guys, Mark headed up to his room. He was quite anxious to find out if he had captured any footage that day. Kelly had told him about her mother's odd desire to shower downstairs in the dark, so while Shelley had still been upstairs, he had run down into her basement and turned on all of the video equipment. They'd just upgraded it last winter, putting in brand new auto-search, auto-focus, HD night-vision cameras. It had allowed them to cover more of the rooms, with the same number of cameras in their old setup, because the cameras could find whatever was going on down there, day or night. He'd never had an interest in anybody's mom before, but after having huge amounts of sex with brainless young bimbos at college, being with someone who could actually think for herself had a certain amount of attraction for him. He doubted that anything would ever come from his desires, but he could maybe at least see the woman naked. He connected his laptop computer up to the big flat screen TV on his wall. It was very late, and everyone in his house was asleep, so Mark didn't even think about turning off his bedroom light or closing the curtains as he searched for the video files created that afternoon. There! There she was, going down into the rec room, past the pool table, and into the bathroom. Taking a look at the time code, Mark quickly found the files for that room, bringing them up to see what he could. "Bingo!" Mark whispered to himself. There was his neighbor, stripping down to absolutely nothing at all, right in front of him. With the HD and the auto-focus, he could have counted the number of bumps on her nipples if he'd wanted to zoom in that close using the computer's software. She had already reached in and turned on the water, now only needing to grab a towel and lay it out for herself. Just as things started to get interesting though, sure enough, Kelly's Mom walked over and turned the light off in the bathroom. Mark crossed his fingers. They'd used the cameras in low light before, but never in no light at all. After an agonizing 60 seconds of complete blackness, the camera switched over into night vision mode, and the room's occupant was once again completely visible to Mark's voyeur eyes. This was a real woman, Mark thought. Not like all of the girls he'd been screwing at college, each one the same as the one before. This woman had curves, she had tits. Man, did she have big tits! He watched intently as she began soaping those up, seeming to give more attention to them than just a simple cleaning would require. It almost looked like she was fantasizing about something. Was it him? Could she have been thinking about what had gone on in the kitchen, maybe even about to get herself off on the memory? Mark doubted that, she had practically run screaming from him, she certainly hadn't wanted his touch. He pulled his cock out and began to fondle himself, as he sat on his bed and watched the scene before him. Whether or not she was beating off, he decided that he was going to. As his fingers began to glide up and down his cock, he decided that she was indeed fantasizing about something. Her head back, her eyes, her hands had stopped even leaving her breasts, instead seeming to concentrate for extra long periods of time on her large nipples. Mark watched intently, his hand still slowly sliding up and down as she pinched one nipple, then began rubbing it vigorously with her fingers. The screen went suddenly all white for a few seconds. Mark finally realized that the bathroom door had been opened, and the night vision camera was getting too much light. As soon as he figured this out, the camera switched back to day vision, and he could barely make out a figure quietly coming in before the door closed again, and the picture went completely black. Shit! Another 60 second wait. --- Shelley glanced into her daughter's room as she walked down the hallway, noticing something on the floor. The cat had probably knocked something over, and she decided to check it out in case something had been spilled. As she bent over to pick it up, yes it was just a stuffed animal from the bed, Shelley noticed a bright light coming into the left side of the room from the house next door. Because her daughter had long ago put the bed in front of the window, Shelley had to climb onto it in order to check out the light. --- Brad lay in the dark, thinking about all that he had seen today. Seeing his folks "doing it" in the bathroom had been a shock, but he figured that must have been the once-monthly time that older people pretty much stuck to with sex. He tried to block the image out of his mind, but it was no use, he hadn't even been able to look at his mother all evening. On the other hand, on his way back out of the downstairs rec room, Brad realized why the furniture in the video he had watched earlier had seemed so familiar. He couldn't believe it! Nancy Walker had been in HIS basement. That was really something, he thought. The prettiest girl in town had been in his house. Not only that, he had two new memories of his sexy classmate, the second being that he had seen her naked. As Brad thought about how lucky he was with those items, his brain finally caught up and put the two things together. Nancy Walker had not just been in his house, she had been NAKED in his house! Wow! Brad glanced up as his mother walked past his room, heading towards Kelly's. She was always so worried about everything, making sure every night that all of the doors and windows were locked. As if he might go around opening things just for the heck of it. --- When she peered out of the dark room into the well-lit one next door, Shelley was quite surprised at what she saw. The light was coming through Mark's open window, but that wasn't what had surprised her. He was lying on his bed completely naked, and was firmly grasping his quite hard cock. Shelley watched intently as he slowly stroked its length in his young hand. His attention appeared to be directed to a television mounted on his wall, Shelley could tell this by the flickering light that washed over the boy's naked body. "He must be watching porn" she thought to herself. She was unable to tear her eyes from the sight of the hard young cock, and of the hand that was slowly moving up and down it. He appeared to be talking to the screen, but with the distance between them, Shelley had no idea of what he might be saying. She even opened the window on her side a little, but still couldn't make it out. Her own hand moved down, untying her bathrobe before sliding down between her legs. Running one finger along her slit, Shelley was surprised to find it already wet. So fast! After running her finger along the wetness, she finally reached down farther, sliding first two, then three fingers inside of her channel. The fingers felt so good, but it was even better when she began to flick her tender clit with her thumbnail. --- "What the heck was taking her so long?" Curt wondered. His wife had gotten out of their bed at least 15 minutes ago, but all she was going to do was to make sure the house was locked up. Finally, Curt got out of bed as well, walking down the hall to see where she had gone. When he found her, Curt was somewhat surprised. Not shocked, because he'd had many more experiences than his wife knew about, but surprised at her current actions. If his guess was correct, she was spying on the boy next door. Curt remembered how she had called out the boy's name as he had been fucking her earlier, and here she was again. The movements that he could make out beneath her robe were unmistakable, they could only have come from one activity. Quickly coming to a decision, Curt quietly stepped over to the foot of his daughter's bed. Turning around, he lay down on his back, sliding his head up the length of the bed, until his face was right under his wife's busy fingers. She had not noticed his arrival, and Curt feasted his eyes on the sight of Shelley's dripping pussy above him. She was jamming her fingers in, again and again, he could even hear the squishing sound that her wet hole made as she did this. After watching her thrusting fingers for a few minutes, Curt finally reached up to grab his wife's ass, flipped her bathrobe over the top of her back, and pulled her wet hole down onto his waiting mouth. --- Brad noticed his father going down the hall now. Mom hadn't come back out of Kelly's room, and now Dad too. He wondered what was so interesting in there, and decided to find out. About a year ago, while cleaning his closet, Brad had noticed a small amount of plaster dust on his shoes. When he had examined the wall above, he had found that a small section of the wall had been neatly cut away and replaced so well that you could barely tell it was there. When he had finally worked the piece out, Brad had been quite surprised. Inside the hole was a tiny camera, and in front of the camera was the back of Kelly's bedroom mirror. This mirror was different though, because Brad could see Kelly's entire room through it, particularly her bed. It was to his closet that Brad now silently moved, sliding the section of wall out of the way. --- Shelley jumped when hands grabbed her ass. Who was this, grabbing her in the dark? Quickly deciding that it was her husband this time, she let him pull her down toward his mouth, knowing as soon as his tongue contacted her that she had guessed correctly. Mark was still beating off next door, watching his video while he did so, and now her husband was taking over the job of pleasuring her. She decided to enjoy the show next door, and the tongue below, as long as they lasted. Curt was quite good at licking pussy, but he was even better at fucking. Could she hope for that? Would she be lucky enough to have her husband pushed deep inside of her while she watched the boy next door shoot streams of cum out of his hard cock? They had talked about Mark earlier, and she knew that her husband would not mind if she simply walked next door and climbed on top of the boy right now. This felt somehow even nastier to her though. Mark didn't have any idea that he was being watched while he beat off to his skin flick. He certainly couldn't know that his observer was about to have a hard cock driving into her while she watched him. It seemed that Curt sensed her urgency. Sometimes he would suck on her cunt for an hour, not letting her cum on his mouth, driving her crazy with desire. Tonight he was pushing her quickly, his tongue working its magic inside of her so expertly that her shuddering orgasm came as a complete surprise to her, a small present given to her by her beloved. This time, she felt him moving around underneath her, felt his member as it smoothly slid within her walls. This time, he did not just fold back her bathrobe, he tugged it completely off of her naked body, exposing her completely to anyone who might be peering into the dimly lit room that they coupled in. As she continued to watch Mark, she noticed that his hand was beginning to travel more quickly on its route up and down along his cock. Losing herself in the sight once again, Shelley barely noticed that the frequency of her husband's thrusts was increasing as well. --- Mark watched the screen, as his neighbors had sex, first in the shower, then doggie-style on the floor of the dark bathroom next door. The action was hot enough that he could have cum more than once already, but he was pacing himself, holding off and waiting. He thought that he had heard his name, but the position of the camera's microphone had made it difficult for him to be sure. He would have to check that spot on the recording later. Man, Curt was really throwing the sexy woman quite a fuck. Mark wished that it was he who'd had his cock buried up to its hilt in the obviously juicy cunt. The sound quality on these new cameras was phenomenal, Mark thought. It was too bad that he'd had to turn the TV down so far, to avoid waking his parents. He swore though that he could hear the woman's cries coming not from the TV, but from just outside of his own window. On the screen, his neighbor was flipping Shelley onto her back, then driving into her even harder. How long could such an old guy keep it up for? He had to be done soon. Shelley's Story-A Beach House Extra Brad decided that he would try to time his own final release to match his sexy neighbor's. He probably had better step it up. --- "Is this what you want from him?" Curt said to his panting wife. "Do you want Mark's cock inside of you right now?" "Do you want that big hard tool over there to be driving into you, filling you?" he continued. "Just say yes, and you can go over and have it. Just give in to your need, and it could be him inside of you, right now!" "Yes!" Shelley cried out, her low-hanging breasts swaying forward and back in time to the rhythm of her husbands pounding. "Oh God, yes!" "I would love to be feeling him inside of me right now, for his hands to be caressing my body, for his hot breath to be washing around my neck!" "Oh, it feels so good!" she said in gasps. "Push that young cock into me, harder! Make me cum! Oh God, make me cum!" As she said these words, the action on the screen next door came to its grand finale. As she said these words, the young man next door allowed himself release, white ropes of cum flying up into the air, watching as they landed on his stomach in wet pools. With Mark's release came Shelley's as well, a wailing sigh escaping from her lips as she too reached orgasm, her husband's cock deep within her. And Curt too allowed himself to cum, filling the willing and familiar hole he had just been pounding into with his seed. --- Brad had watched the scene before him, every action taken in the next room visible to his wide-open eyes, unable to tear his gaze away from what he was seeing. He had watched as his father had walked into the room, his mother kneeling on the bed, her bathrobe making disturbing motions. As the robe was pulled up, displaying the treasure hidden beneath its cover. Had his father actually put his mouth, his tongue, where it had seemed? That was something that was done in the movies and magazines, not in his house, and certainly not in his sister's bedroom, or by his parents. But as he had gazed upon what was taking place, he suddenly realized who the second girl in the video had been. And realized that while earlier he had wondered if he would ever be able to be with that girl, now he knew THAT would never happen. In a single day, he had seen every member of his household naked. As he had pondered this thought, he had also watched as his father changed positions, doing... Brad didn't even want to think about what else he had watched happen in the room next door. It was only when it was all over that he came to his senses, finally closing the secret hole in his wall and dazedly making his way back to his own reality. --- The next morning passed like a whirlwind. They were supposed to be up at the beach house by dinner time that night, and Shelley had way too many things to plan. First things first. She called Sam's mother, asking if Brad could spend the weekend with them. She was assured that it would be no problem, Brad was welcome to stay until they got back. When she told Brad about it, he had just mumbled to her. He still seemed unable to look her in the face. Shelley assumed that he was still embarassed from what had happened in the bathroom the day before. After that call, Shelley called to let her daughter know that they would be coming up for the long weekend. "That's great Mom!" said her daughter. "I'd talk to you longer, but I have another call that I have got to make before I go to work. I'll see you at dinner tonight though!" After hanging up, her daughter searched her phone's address book for the entry she had been given, selecting the "call" option. She spoke only six words to the person who answered. "At the beach house. This weekend." Then she hung up the phone. Suddenly, she had a headache. There were so many other things to be done, but finally they were on the road. The trip seemed to go on forever, but it seemed that they were getting close. "The turnoff is just after this diner coming up" Curt said. "Are you hungry?" Shelley looked at the restaurant as they passed. She saw a PeopleCo truck in the parking lot. A tiny blonde girl was climbing up the ladder on the passenger side, either unaware or uncaring that anyone who looked could see a tiny pink thong under a very short dress. Watching the girl climb up into the truck, Shelley was reminded of a fantasy that she'd had when she was much younger. Her plan had been that she would see the country by hitching rides with one truck driver after another. She hadn't been so naive as to think she could do this for free, but had been certain that each new driver would be more handsome than the last. More than once in the years since then, she had thanked her luck in not trying to live out that particular plan. "No, not really" she said. "Let's just go on and get settled in to our room. Maybe I could give you a nooner." Curt smiled at the suggestion. She would get her nooner, he thought, but it would be much more than she was thinking of. They could see the house as they approached it, standing all by itself on the seaside cliff. The guard at the gate waved them in after seeing their invitation, and a very handsome young valet flirted just a bit with Shelley as he helped her out of the car. "I'll bring your bags up to the room myself." he had said, looking directly into her eyes. "Let me know if there's ANYTHING else that I can do for you." With a blushing Shelley behind him, Curt had led the way through the main doors of the house. Behind was an open courtyard. As Shelley looked around, she heard a woman calling her husband's name. It took a moment, but she finally realized the voice was coming from a woman who was in the swimming pool. "Curt!" the woman said. "This must be that charming wife you've been keeping hidden away from all of us!" Shelley's eyes went wide as the woman lifted herself out of the water, saying "Hello at last, Shelley. I'm Janet!" She was completely naked, and her body was completely perfect. Somehow, Shelley managed to get through the introduction, but she felt very uncomfortable in the other woman's presence. "I'm sorry, Shelley!" Janet said. "I'm making you nervous. Let me throw on a robe, and we'll talk a bit. I just know that we'll be very good friends by the end of the weekend!" The robe certainly helped, but it was impossible for Shelley to forget that the woman had nothing on underneath it. All she could think of was the large, perfectly pert breasts that she had seen so clearly, comparing them to her own low-hanging ones. She could not compare her assets to those that the other woman had. She felt that this place was not for her, and that she would not be anywhere near as popular as her husband told her she would. She managed to get Curt moving to the front desk, so that they could finally settle into their room. Everyone was very flirty here, that was sure. It seemed as if the female desk clerk was looking her over from top to bottom while they waited. Probably judging her as not good enough. When they got upstairs, the valet was walking toward them in the hall, smiling and shaking his head sadly. "You weren't around, so I had to just leave your bags inside" he said. "I sure wish I could have done more to make your stay enjoyable" he added, touching her arm lightly before he started down the stairs. "Everyone is so friendly here!" Shelley thought once again, as she watched the handsome young man descend. Turning back to her husband, she noted that the door to their room stood open. Walking in, she let out a small gasp. The room was certainly very comfortable, but the bed was HUGE. Six people could easily have slept there. "What on earth are we going to do with all of this room?" she asked. "Oh, we'll make do I think" was his only reply. Walking into the bathroom, she noticed a shower with multiple heads that would fit eight people. "Why is everything so large?" she thought. Walking back farther, Shelley opened up a door, finding a room exactly like their own behind it. She rushed back to her husband. "They give you all this room, but make you share a bathroom?" she exclaimed. "How am I going to do that with strangers?" "They're not exactly strangers" he replied. "Their names are Jack and Heather. I brought you here because I want to stretch our horizons, to make our life more exciting. Please think with an open mind about things that go on at this place." "Besides" he continued, "I think that you could have a lot of fun." She just stood there, looking at her husband, unable to speak. Finally, she went to the only place unexplored, the deck off of their bedroom. To one side was a hot tub. Just like everything else, it was huge, capable of holding a lot more people than any she was used to. She stood at the rail, watching the ocean where it met the shore, thinking about all that she had seen. Finally, she turned back into the room. "OK" she said slowly. "I'll be open. But" she went on "the first 'person I want you to make love to here is me." Turning back to the bathroom she asked, "Want to take a shower with me first, big guy?" They took their shower together, turning on every head in the place until it seemed like a hot, steamy, rainstorm. Washing each other's bodies with generous amounts of soap, each making certain to rub the most sensitive spots. When neither of them could get any cleaner, when both were so hot for each other that they were completely ignoring the spray of the water on their naked bodies, they spilled out of the stall, out of the bathroom, still touching, squeezing, caressing. Soaking wet, they finally landed on the huge bed. Shelley lay down on her back, her legs dangling over the side far enough to reach the floor. Curt dove in between her legs, now using his tongue and fingers to reach deep inside of the slick wet pussy his wife offered him. Unlike the night before, he took his time today. Licking and probing, with both fingers and mouth, he repeatedly brought her to almost the top, only to back off and let her come back down again. It seemed to Shelley that he ate her for hours, his hands sometimes on her or in her, other times caressing her ass, her stomach, her now heaving chest. Finally, he stepped away, and she let out a small whimper, sorry to have it all end. She still had not cum yet on his tongue, and it was not like him to leave her this way. But then his tongue returned to her, and she let out a long contented sigh. His pace had changed, his technique had changed. A new trick, perhaps? He had always been inventive, giving her something new, something different, something exciting. So that's what this was, something different. But his tongue did not seem to reach as deep, touched places, new places that he had not explored before. His lips seemed different somehow, the hand that spread her legs apart, different somehow. But he reached those new places, and sent Shelley over the edge at last. It was when she reached down, to pull his head tighter into her, to pull his tongue deeper into her, that she realized why things were different. In the middle of her orgasm, Shelley's eyes shot wide open. In her haze, despite the heaving motions of her body, she raised her head to look at the head positioned between her spread legs. When she looked down, where she had even now still expected to see her husband, she saw long, blonde hair, big blue eyes, a pert nose. A woman's hair. A woman's eyes. A woman's nose. When she looked at the hands holding onto each of her thighs apart, the thumbs of which were even now inside of her, she saw nail polish. The tongue that had just been inside of her moved to her sensitive clit, shooting her straight back to the top of her climax, causing her to push herself harder against the strange face that watched her so intently. For a little while, Shelley no longer cared who was making her feel so good, she just didn't want it to stop right now. Once her tongue had moved from inside of Shelley's wet hole to her clit, those fingers, nail polish and all, began to work their way around inside of her, replacing the single probing member with many more. Shelley experienced feelings that her husband had never given to her, and she realized that she liked them. "More" she croaked, surprising herself with the request, then again, louder. "I want more! Give me more! Please give me more!" The little blonde dove right in then, licking Shelley's exposed cunt like a demon, shoving ever more of those tiny, wiggling fingers into her until her entire hand was inside, the fingers touching her walls, reaching deeper still. Then those fingers all came together, forming a wide head on the end of the blonde's tiny wrist. Like some huge cock, the hand began to drive itself in and out of her wet hole, filling her more completely than any man had ever done before. Stars flew about in her head as she cried out from the all new feelings, and Shelley idly wondered where her husband had gone. As if through a film, her eyes could just make him out, standing directly behind the woman whose hand was deep inside of her. As if she was not really there, she watched her husband's hips moving forward and back, forward and back. He's probably fucking this girl right now, right in front of me, she thought to herself, even as she watched the other woman rocking forward with each of Curt's thrusts. But the sensations that she was feeling took her over, as once again her body began to take her over. The hand deep inside of her, the lips and tongue on her clit, even the thought that a woman was giving her these feelings for the very first time, all these combined to make her scream out long and loud in release. As she came, she reached down, grabbing onto that head full of long blonde hair, pulling it tightly against herself, wrapping her thighs tightly around in an attempt to make these feelings never end. The hand was finally removed though, and the tongue stopped its frantic assault on her clit, and Shelley could feel the person rising up from the position between legs. But she didn't go away. Instead, she climbed up onto the bed, her arms and legs on either side of Shelley, the silky feeling of her hair on Shelley's skin signaling that her head was dipping down again. This time, the lips surrounded one of the older woman's large nipples, the hands surrounded each breast, squeezing and caressing them in those small hands with their tiny fingers. The other woman's pubic bone descended as well, until the two women's wet holes were practically one. As if in a dream, Shelley pushed her hips up, rubbing herself up against the other woman's. And Curt moved forward as well. Not so that he could follow this new woman, sinking himself once more inside of her, he stopped instead with his still hard cock positioned at the entrance to his wife's hole, moving the tip of his tool all around her sloppy lips, up to touch her clit for the briefest of moments, then plunging into her. Because her walls had expanded to meet the much larger arm, she could only feel that he was inside of her, she was unable to feel as full of him as she usually did. Instead, she concentrated on the mouth that was covering her nipple, reaching down to the other woman's chest to caress her in much the same way. Instead of large, full, breasts, she found tiny mounds, each tipped with its own soft puffy nipple. Shelley's fingers began to squeeze these, first one, then the other. A soft moan was emitted from this stranger, she took this as encouragement. As she shrank back down, she could once again feel him moving inside of her. Forgetting that for now, Shelley concentrated instead on her new-found interest, which was the skinny young girl sucking so diligently on her now hard nipples. Leaving one hand to play with those amazingly tiny breasts, she hesitantly moved the other down the tight young body, sliding ever downward until she reached the junction of her legs. Never before had she touched, or been touched by, another woman in this way. Her fingers had been within herself countless times, whether she had been wet or dry, aroused or not. It was different touching another, yet somehow it was the same. Using her fingers to perform the search, she felt the wet lips, smaller than her own, the slick groove between them, the tiny clit at the top. She tried to remember all of the things that she liked, at times when Curt did this to her. Coming up blank, she decided to just learn the other's needs depending on the physical and vocal feedback she was receiving with each movement of her fingers. Was this Heather? Was this the suitemate that Curt had mentioned earlier? If so, where was her man... Jack was his name. Was he standing near, watching the three of them, waiting his turn to use one, or both of the women? Looking around the darkening room, there was no sign of him. Shelley decided not to worry about him for right now. Just as she was beginning to get the hang of things, just as she was beginning to feel comfortable with her fingers exploring another woman's clearly aroused sex, things were changed once again. Heather, (and it must be Heather, right?) moved around on the bed once again, presenting Shelley with yet another new experience, one that she was not quite sure she was ready for. The pussy that she had been fondling with her fingers, the area at the same time foreign and familiar, was now positioned above Shelley's face, slowly being lowered down toward her mouth. At the same time, she was suddenly aware again of her husband's cock being pushed into her, and the other's mouth as it lowered itself to touch both his cock and her exposed clit. Shelley hesitated, unsure of what she should do. Never before had she even thought of doing this with another woman, but that woman had just done the same for her. Was she obligated to return the favor, which she had not asked for, and never expected? What did a woman taste like, anyway? She had tasted herself, on her fingers, on her husband's cock. But she had never taken a taste of another woman. As the tiny lips hovered ever closer, just above her mouth, Shelley made her decision. This weekend was about stretching horizons, wasn't that what Curt had said? She decided right then and there that she would stretch those horizons until they would stretch no more. Lifting her head to meet Heather, pulling her arms out so that she could hold a tiny cheek in each, she took her first taste. It was certainly different. Shelley quickly realized though that it was not only Heather that she would be tasting, although there was certainly enough of her juices contained behind those lips. She had a sweet taste, this young woman whose lips Shelley's tongue had just slid between. Sweet, but salty as well. As she licked the area around those lips, drawing each between her tongue and teeth, feeling the rough, bumpy surfaces, she noticed other things as well. Under the sweet, there was the salty. Shelley had a suspicion of what that was, and as her mouth circled the other's hole, she found evidence of just that. Lines of semen trailed out, and down Heather's legs. It was not fresh, some was even dry, so it had not been her husband who had left it there. It seemed that the cunt which she was now greedily licking had been filled by at least one man within the past hour or so. Her fingers, which were sliding over Heather's smooth ass even as her tongue and lips were sliding over their own familiar yet foreign surfaces, came across more trails of dried semen, these seemed to radiate from a completely different source. Shelley wondered about this. Curt had never been inside that particular hole. Would someone gain entry on this weekend of discovery? Would she want someone to?