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Cooking Classes Ch. 01

By: niemand1994



"Jack, that was sooooo good! You made me cum like six times before you shot all your stuff in me. That was better than last time. Mmmmm thank you."

Sarah smiled as she rolled her slim frame off of me. We were both covered in sweat and as she slowly rose, my wilting cock slid out of her, pushed along by a wave of our collective fluids. I reached for her and she fell back on me and I just held her to me. I felt her tiny breasts press into my chest and I couldn't resist cupping her firm runner's ass in my hands. Then we both heard a noise and looked up.

Pretty good for a forty nine year old guy, eh? I'm in great shape, but I'm no match for a sex mad nineteen year old. How did this happen? How did a morally bankrupt husband and father end up fucking his best friend's daughter? Well, I'll tell you.

In my defense, well fuck that, I have no defense. It's as I said, I'm morally bankrupt, but the one thing I did not do is try to seduce Sarah Flax. That's pretty much the core of my defense so I'll quit now and just tell you the story. Oh and if there are any ladies reading this who are already indignant I would politely ask you to finish reading before you pass judgment. Just sayin, ya know? (wink)

It all began about a 3 or 4 months ago. Sarah was in college. Her next younger sister Karen was a senior and Jenn, the youngest sibling, was a freshman. Well, I'm a pretty good cook and I offered one day to teach the three of them. The three girls were delighted. I get along with them very well and we're comfortable around each other. Hank, Sarah's dad, and his wife liked the idea. We'd been very close friends for years. Betty, Hank's wife, is considered a hazard in the kitchen. She gets em fed but it's not pretty so she was excited at the idea. I offered to have her sit in but she claimed she was a lost cause. My wife Flo liked the idea too. Our two girls were off at college and Flo missed having girls around. My intentions at the time were quite honorable. I will admit that I had watched the two older sisters' blossom from little girls to young ladies with curves. They both are quite tall, six feet actually but rail thin with small A cup chests and nice round runner's asses. Now I didn't dwell on this, it was just sort of one of those things you notice. No, there was no masturbating to visions of them naked or anything like that. Geez, I'm not that bad! Well, not yet at least.

Classes began in September. Sarah was attending college locally. All three girls would come over once a week and Flo would sometimes sit and watch. It was all very straight and on the level, for about a month. It took a while for me to notice but I finally had to admit that Sarah was intentionally bumping into me, frequently. In working with them I was being very conscious of not touching them or being too close. I did not want to skeeve them out. Besides, it is the right thing to do. By the second week it was obvious that Sarah was trying to get in my way or anything else to end up close to me. She always had a glowing smile but I began to notice that it took on a mischievous gleam when she thought no one was looking. Mind you, I fought this for quite a while. I mean who'd expect a teenager to be flirting with someone her father's age, but eventually had to conclude it was not accidental. Well, I wasn't going to do anything. I decided that if Miss Sarah wanted something, she was going to have to come and get it. Besides, this could be dynamite, my best friend's daughter, for crap sake. Of course I didn't really know what I'd do if she did make it plain. On the one hand I hoped it wouldn't happen and, of course, on the other hand, I hoped it would.

Well, it's after Thanksgiving now so I'll give you October, the weirdest month of my life. By the end of September Sarah was well into the accidental contact thing. I didn't flinch away I just rolled with it, I'd just hold her waist and steer her or put a hand in the middle of her back, usually above or below the tiny strap for her bra. I began to notice though that the strap was not there some days and she had started to give me knowing smiles when my hand steered her back and it was where the bra should be. Jenn had bailed on us, a sixteen year olds curiosity went just so far. Karen was in the school play and rehearsals ended her participation. So it was down to Miss Sarah and me, in my kitchen. It didn't take long for her to start ramping it up. Week one started off with Sarah trimming chicken breasts while talking about some mishap in the gym locker room. Flo had tired of watching us so we were alone, as usual now.

"What a shitty day Mr. H. First thing today, I was in the locker room after swimming practice, I'd gotten back from the shower and as I opened my bag my undies fell in the water on the floor. There I was standing naked in the damn gym and my panties soaked! I was so mad, I had to go commando for the rest of the day!"

I swear I blushed. The visual she created was powerful. But since I was the other part of this conversation I felt I had to respond.

"Well, Sarah you must have those high speed hand dryers, right? Why didn't you just dry them?"

Her response caught me by surprise. She stopped and reached into her bag, taking out, I must confess, a very nice pair of Carter's cotton girls panties. They looked quite damp.

"Really Mr. Harrison? Do you really think I could have gotten these dry that way?"

She handed them to me, Handed them! What was I supposed to do? I took them, of course, and admired them, felt a not surprising stirring in my pants, but then got my senses back.

"No I suppose they are quite wet, so it looks like you had no choice."

I swear she gave me a wicked smile, as if to say 'gotcha'. I was probably imagining it. Of course then it dawned on me and I started to look at her closely. She always wears very snug stretch pants that accentuate every curve, such as they are. She had come here right after classes. I had to look. As she moved I noticed, no lines, anywhere. You can only imagine the visual in my mind. This almost six foot lean lady with her pants pulled up tight to her crotch. I swear I could see the bulge made by her pubic hair, but I don't think so. But she had more to say.

"Then, when I'm getting dressed that Janet Arms sees me and stares! I mean she's staring at me as I put my pants back on with no undies. She says something like 'Sarah's getting wild today'. I do not like her and I'm sure she's a lez."

She had done a great job of totally throwing me off. She looked sideways and the smile, more like a barely suppressed smirk, was still there. I wrote the incident off to her teasing an old guy, just for sport. But not before I exacted some revenge.

"Gee Sarah, I would have thought a stylish young lady like you would have lingerie to match, not those cotton Carters."

Oh, I got her, I got her good. She blushed right down her neck.

"My mom gets them for us; it's what we always wear."

I handed them back to her and got a sharp look in reply to my smug smile.

Not ten minutes later we're moving things to the oven and she backs me up against the counter.

"Come on Mr. H, we gotta get this in the oven. You're in the way!"

The girl pressed her trim little ass right into my crotch. Not only that, she stayed there for long enough for me to know it was intentional. She didn't grind or anything, she just pressed. I wanted to grab those hips, but I resisted and she moved, just before it would have become obvious I liked the contact. As she moved away, she turned and gave me that smile, again. 

The next week, Karen still had play practice so I was down to one Flax girl. The dangerous one. Flo would still breeze through once and a while and we'd talked about having just Sarah there so it was no big deal. Sarah had wanted to make a cake for a friend's birthday and do some elaborate decorating. I have some experience with that but I was at my limit. I demonstrated a few simple designs and handed Sarah the pastry tube. She was doing okay but she got frustrated. I was facing her across the island.

"I can't get this right Mr. H, mine all suck."

"You're doing fine Sarah, practice makes perfect. Just pluck the ones off you don't like and do another."

"Will you show me again, please?"

I moved around and put my hand out for the tube.

"No, Mr. H, show me by guiding my hands."

There was only one way to do that, standing behind her and reaching around. As I moved I caught just the slightest change in her mouth. She was suppressing a smile. Okay, young lady, you want to play games, you've met the master. I moved right up behind her, pressed against her. I wrapped my long arms around hers. I gently took her small, soft hands in mine and placed my chin on her shoulder with my mouth practically caressing her ear. Time to see how adults flirt, young lady. As I spoke, it was just a whisper, soft and so close to her ear she could feel my breath. So much for the physical, now the mental flirting. I began to squeeze a stream of frosting out, squeezing her hands to compress the bag. I could hear her breathing get deeper as we worked. It was mean, but she had been asking for it.

"Now Sarah, you can't rush. Gently squeeze the bag and caress the cake with the tip. Let the tip graze the cake, just like spreading make up or doing eyeliner or..."

I left the last one hang, hoping that Sarah, like most girls her age had discovered masturbation and the gentle touching that makes it feel so good. She took a breath and I felt her press back, just a tiny bit. It had worked.

"That's it, slowly. Now squeeze the bag down, wrap your hand around it and pull down, feel the texture under your fingers. Can you feel the frosting inside, waiting to get out?"

I was pretty sure she had played with boys. Both of her boyfriend's so far had been older and I'm sure they had gotten to petting. I was right because her breathing got very deep and she was squirming now. After about another three minutes of this she gently pressed me back. Her face was flushed and she was practically panting.

"Excuse me, Mr. H, I need to go pee."

She skittered off to the bathroom and I went back to making roses. I'd made three more and was beginning to wonder where she had gone when I saw her come in out of the corner of my eye. She was trying to put something in her bag without being seen. She was still flushed but not as much. I played dumb and ignored her condition but it was nice to know for once I had the upper hand. By now I'd finished the cake and Sarah was cleaning all the tools. She was good that way, always willing to do clean up. I stepped back and noticed something in her bag. Ha, another opportunity to tease the young lady.

"Sarah, don't tell me you dropped your undies in the water, again?"

I reached in and began to pull them out. I noticed immediately they were brown Victoria's Secret cotton hipsters. Sarah's face went ashen as I lifted them out, her eyes glued to mine.

"Oh no, Mr. H, those are just..."

My nose and my eyes got it at the same instant. As soon as I moved them I could see the gusset and the air movement brought the scent to my nose. The crotch was shades darker, soaked and reeked of girl cum. My trick had worked, Sarah got so turned on she had to masturbate in the bathroom. Time to under play. Before they came out of the bag I twitched my nose, did a very subtle double take and released them casually. I just dropped them. I cut her answer off since she was clearly struggling for a response.

"Well, they are quite nice, I see you have let your sense of style expand."

Now it was my turn to just look at her and smile. She was so red!

"Well, looks like we've had enough fun for today, right?"

She caught the double entendre and regained some of her balance. She was aware I knew exactly what had happened and I was very cool.

"Yes, Mr. H, frosting with you was quite an experience."

I wanted to keep those panties more than I can say, but it wasn't gonna happen, yet.

The next week was a landmark. Sarah and I had just started making meatballs.

"Mr. H, can I talk to you about something? Just between us?"

I smiled.

"Of course Sarah. That is unless you've committed a crime or you're pregnant."

She snorted and it was out of her mouth before she could think.

"They never last long enough."

Her eyes flew open and her hand, buried in chopped beef flew to her mouth smearing hamburger all over her face. She got amazingly red.

"Oh my god! I cannot believe I just said that! Mr. H, PLEASE do not tell mom and dad!"

I laughed and handed her a towel to clean off her face.

"We're cool young lady, really. But I gotta tell you, that was the funniest damn thing you've ever done."

She was flushed, still.

"I did NOT mean to say that, at all. Oh fuck!"

I smiled again.

"Apparently, and not well."

Her eyes bugged again and she let out a gasp.

"Stop that! I'm soooo embarrassed! Please!"

I held up my hand.

"Look, Sarah, you're an adult now and you do adult things, we all do."

When I said that I let my eyes go to her bag, she caught the reference from last week and I saw it in her face. I just continued.

"That's perfectly normal. I know you're a very smart young lady so if you are having sex you will be careful. This conversation and any others like it stay between us. That's a promise."

Her young face glowed and she dropped the towel, ran to me and hugged me.

"Oh Mr. H, you are sooo cool!"

I wasn't paying attention and suddenly her warm, wet lips were pressing against mine, just briefly. She pulled way and smiled at me. Even off balance like that she'd upped the game another notch. She turned and we went back to work. After a minute or so I asked her.

"So, before you put your cute foot in your cute mouth you were going to ask a question."

"Yeah, really. I wanted to ask some questions for a friend of mine. So I guess I'm cool with asking huh?"

"You sure are, shoot."

I suspected this had nothing to with any friend but I naturally kept that to myself.

"Okay, well my friend Lindsey is, um, seeing this older guy. He's like a LOT older, you know. Is that weird, or wrong?"

"Is she eighteen?"

"Oh yes! Nineteen actually, her birthday is a month before mine.'

"Neither one of them is thinking this will lead to marriage, I hope?"

"Oh no! I think they are both together because the ummm..."

"Let me finish. Sex, they are seeing each other because the sex it good, right?"

"Yeah, that's what she said."

"And they both understand this, right?'

"I think so, as far as I know."

"Well, as far as I'm concerned what two consenting adults do is their business. I guess they are meeting on the DL?"

She looked at me and cocked her head.

"On the down low, you know, in secret."

Sarah smiled.

"Oh HELL yeah! If it got out..."

She clapped her hand over her mouth again. I smiled.

"Just leave it at that."

"I have another question, Mr. H."

"Okay, no limit on questions."

If a girl is trying to get a guy's attention and it's not working, does that mean he's not interested?"

"Well Sarah, sometimes guys know they're being flirted with but they're not sure how serious the girl is. If she really wants to be the initiator she'll have to make it a bit clearer, or just come out and say something."

She fidgeted around for a second or two.

"I think she's not wanting to be that direct until she's sure he'd be interested."

I smiled to myself. Looks like it's going to get exciting around here.

"Well then, tell her to up her game, take a risk and see what happens."

Sarah took a deep breath.

"I'll tell her that, thanks."

The rest of that lesson passed without any further adventures. Sarah had a few more questions but nothing that moved her closer to her goal. But she did seem quite thoughtful.

Well, the next lesson was an eye opener. Sarah arrived after classes in a skirt, with leggings of some kind and a lovely top. 

"Mr. H, I need to get out of these, they're the only ones I have."

She was back in a few minutes, same short skirt and top but no leggings. The lesson proceeded as usual until we needed the spring form pan. We'd used it before and I went to get it.

"No, Mr. H. let me."

Sarah got out the ladder to reach the top most cabinet. She deftly climbed up and began moving things. A stack of jello molds came clattering down around her feet. I naturally kneeled down to pick them up.

"Mr. H. this is the one, right?"

I looked up and I swear it was like a scene in a movie. My eyes started at her foot and ran right up her lean legs inside that short skirt and gazed upon her amazing ass, on full display with the thin band of a white thong cleaving her cheeks. I could see a wisp or two of her pubic hair poking out around the side. My dick started to get hard. She smiled at me and I'm sure there was a smirk in it.

"Sorry I dropped those, Mr. H. You don't mind picking them up I hope."

With that she shifted and placed her feet as far apart as the step would permit and then bent down, from the waist to put the pan on the top of the ladder. This improved the view remarkably. I almost took her right then. Sarah turned around and looked at me, gawking at her ass and holding the stack of molds. "You saw everything, right?"

I was floored. She saw my astonishment and just batted her eyes.

"You know, all those mold things, you got them all, right?" 

I snapped out of it. Well, if there was any doubt it was gone now. It was time to let this young lady know that I was interested. She slowly steeped down and then, since I was facing the ladder she climbed down between me and the ladder. It was time. I reached up and took the pan from her hand while pressing her against the ladder with my body, just lightly, but more than enough to push press my hard cock right into her cute little ass. Even with our clothes between us she felt it. Sarah froze and I pressed into her a little after grasping the pan, sort of shifting my balance. I heard her take a sharp breath and exhale slowly. Her hands were on the ladder now and I could see she was gripping it tightly. As I moved away from her I slid along her ass, not pulling back. I felt the bulge in my pants caress her ass through her skirt. She got off the ladder and with a very flushed face moved it out of the way. I made no attempt to disguise the bulge in my pants. Sarah shot a glance at it but said nothing. We went to work filling the pan.

"So Sarah, how is your friend doing with her older man?"

She got a look like she'd been caught but after seeing the bland look on my face she understood.

"Well, Mr. H. she says he's an amazing kisser. She told me that just kissing him almost made her..."

Sarah got a little red. I helped, of course.

"Orgasm, Sarah, remember, we're adults here and we can talk about adult things. Your friend almost came from being kissed, right?"

"Yeah, Mr. H. She said it was amazing. But I'm not sure I believe her. I've been kissed and well... anyway, it sure didn't seem that way to me. The boys I know just mash their face into mine and start trying to lick my teeth."

"Well, that's the reason why your friend is seeing that guy. She's not making it up. Kissing, done right can be amazingly exciting. Ask her for details the next time you talk."

Sarah got a big smile.

"I think I will Mr. H. I think I will."

Our time was up for that day. Flo was due home soon and Sarah had a lot of homework.

We missed the next week because I had to be out of town. I was annoyed but it couldn't be helped. I knew the next 'class' would not be about cooking. I needed to be sure that we would have the time without any possible interruption. I needed to make sure everything was ready.

I'd been working from home all day. About an hour before she was due I took a shower, shaved my cock and balls and slid on a polo shirt and a pair of stylish exercise pants, and nothing else. I had a high level of confidence. Just like last time Sarah arrived from her classes, wearing a big smile, in a skirt and top with leggings. She disappeared and was soon back, sans leggings. I had put out some things for some cooking if it seemed she got cold feet, far from it.


Cooking Classes Ch. 01



Author's note: 

Long-time reader, posting for the first time. This is really my first try at any kind of writing. Hope this will interest the readers, if you guys like I'll continue. 

Comments, critiques and suggestion are always appreciated. 

~*~*~*~ 

"There is something you don't see every day." 

"What are you talking about?" Jacob Knight stepped through his front door onto the wide porch and handed his younger brother a beer. Just for a second, he took the time to admire the view of the Pacific Ocean, across the street. The sun was setting, staining the dark blue water deep shades of crimson and gold. He settled into the closest chair and took a sip of his beer. 

Kyle grinned and pointed. "That. Look what just pulled up outside your neighbour's house." 

Jacob shifted his gaze to Ocean Boulevard and his eyes widened. A dark blue minivan was parked in front of the house next door. Ordinarily, no big deal-except for the giant covered skillet on the roof. 

"What the-" 

"Check out the sign on the side," Kyle said, laughing. 

"'Home cooking taught at home,'" Jacob recited, shaking his head, "So the sign on the side of the car in bright yellow wasn't enough? They had to stick a pan on top?" 

Kyle was still looking as he took a sip of his beer. "Not exactly aerodynamic." 

"It looks ridiculous," Jacob said, wondering what kind of person would have so little pride they'd be willing to drive the thing. "Who the hell runs a business like that, anyway?" 

"Mmm..." Kyle's tone changed as the minivan's door opened and the driver stepped out into the street. "Whoever he is, he can teach me whatever he wants to." 

Jacob rolled his eyes even as he shifted his gaze back to the ocean. Big surprise. Kyle was always willing and eager for the next man or woman roll into his life. Give him five minutes with Pan-on-the-car guy, Jacob told himself, and Kyle would have a weekend getaway scheduled. Well, Kyle was welcome to stream of people entering and exiting his life. Jacob liked his life a little more orderly. 

Only half listening to Kyle's running commentary, Jacob ignored the guy and the car and focused on the stretch of water sliding towards the horizon. This is what he loved about where he lived. Every night after work, he could come out to the porch, have a beer, stare out at the water and let the world slip away for a while. Usually though, he thought—Kyle's voice an annoying buzz of sound in the background—he was alone. 

Here, he didn't have to be on top of Knight Construction. Here, no one was hounding him for a meeting or to fix something gone wrong with permits. There were no needy customers to placate and no hurry to accomplish a damn thing. 

Oh, he liked his work, He and his brothers Kyle and Tyler had built Knight Construction into the biggest firm of its kind on the west coast. But damned if it didn't feel good to come home and let it all go for a while. 

"Always did like dark blondes," Kyle was saying. "And a tall one, too." 

Jacob snorted, "Blondes, redheads, brunettes. Your problem is you like 'em all, both sexes." 

"Yeah? Your problem is you are too damn picky. When was the last time you called a man who wasn't a customer?" Kyle kicked back in his chair, setting his feet on the stone porch-balcony rail in front of them. 

"None of your business," Jacob muttered. 

"Hell, That long? No wonder you're such a pain in the ass lately." Kyle took another drink of his beer. "What you need is a little male attention and if you've got eyes in your head, one look at this cutie and you'll be ready to go." 

Jacob sighed and surrendered to the inevitable. His kid brother wasn't going to shut up about the guy, so Jacob might as well get a good look at the guy for himself. "No way," he muttered. 

"Huh?" Kyle glanced at him. 

"I don't believe this," Jacob said, more to himself than to his brother. He stood up, eyes locked on the tall, athletic blonde hurrying around the front of his car. His shoulder length dark blonde curls were touching the base of his neck, the wind whipping his hair into frenzy. His skin was pale and he knew how blood rushes to his beautiful face. He couldn't see the guy's eyes from here, but he knew they were green with a hint of gold. His mouth was wide and curved easily into a smile, and his laugh was infectious as hell. 

Jacob hadn't seen him in two years and seeing him now sent a near electric current sizzling through him. Jacob watched him open the sliding door then bend over to reach inside. 

Instantly, he shifted his gaze to the curve of the guy's behind, defined by the tight black jeans he wore. The buzz of something inside him heightened into a cracking, pulsing energy. 

"What's going on?" Kyle pushed out of his chair to stand beside his brother. "You know that guy?" 

"I used to," Jacob admitted. Not as well as he had wanted to at the time, of course. A guy just didn't make moves on his friend's brother. 

"Great, How about you introduce me to tall, cute and luscious-" 

Jacob glared at him. 

Kyle nodded and held up both hands, "Okay then, never mind. So, who is he?" 

"Sam Parker." 

Kyle's eyebrows went up high enough that the shock of black hair falling across his forehead completely hid them. Then he turned and looked at the guy, still fishing around inside his van, "That's Ryan Parker's little brother?" 

"That's him." 

"The one he always claimed was practically a saint? Sweet? Good? Innocent? Pure as the driven snow?" 

"The very one," Jacob muttered, his gaze now narrowed on Sam as he remembered all the times he had listened to his ex-friend Ryan brag about his baby brother. 

The Parker family ran a rival construction company. Well, rivals in the sense that they were all in the same business. In Jacob's mind, there had never really been a contest between them. Knight construction was the best firm in the state, but Parker came in a close second. 

He and Ryan had met at a chamber-of-commerce meeting and had immediately hit it off. They'd been friends as well as friendly competitors. Until the day two years ago when Jacob finally figured out that Ryan was a liar and a thief. 

"Didn't I hear that Sam got out of a bad relationship last year from that asshole he has with?" 

"Yeah," Jacob said, still watching as Sam hurried back to his van for more supplies. "I heard he left him. Weren't together long, either." 

Long enough, though, Jacob thought, to discover his boyfriend was a cheating dog that should have been neutered for the good of humanity. Funny that his over protective older brother hadn't bothered to save him from a bad relationship. 

Sam gathered up a few more things, then slid the door closed, beeped the lock and headed for the house again. He never once glanced at his surroundings, so he didn't notice Jacob and Kyle standing on the porch staring at him. 

"What're you planning?" Kyle asked and Jacob turned his head to look at him. 

"Not planning a thing," he lied as his mind raced with sudden possibilities. 

"Right. Sell that to somebody who doesn't know you." 

"Don't you have a date tonight?" Jacob asked. 

"Yeah, I do." 

"Then maybe you should go." 

"Translation," Kyle said wryly, "you don't want to tell me what you're thinking about doing." 

Jacob grinned, "Smart ass." 

Shaking his head, Kyle set his half-empty bottle of beer down onto the stone railing and headed for the steps. He paused, though, to look over his shoulder at his brother. "You know, it was Ryan who cheated us. Not his kid brother." 

Jacob met Kyle's gaze evenly, his eyes giving away nothing he was feeling. "Did I say anything about Ryan?" 

"No," Kyle admitted. "But I know how your mind works." 

"Is that a fact?" 

"It is." Kyle tipped his head to one side and studied him for a long minute. "Knight's don't like getting screwed. But Jacob Knight takes a betrayal as a personal insult." 

"Isn't it?" Jacob looked away from his brother, back to his neighbor's empty front yard and Sam's ridiculous van. 

Ryan Parker had been a friend. Someone Jacob trusted. And he didn't trust many people. Having that friend turn on him had cut deep and damned if he'd apologize for still being angry. 

"Ryan cheated all of us," Jacob reminded his brother. "He paid one of our employees to give him inside information and then he went out and undercut our bids on four different projects. I call that pretty damn personal." 

"We never found any proof of that." 

"Yeah? I got my proof when Karl Robinson left us to go work for Ryan's outfit and suddenly the undercutting stopped. Coincidence?" 

"Fine." Kyle pushed one hand through his hair and shrugged. "All I'm saying is taking your anger out on Sam won't do a damn thing to settle up with Ryan." 

"Who says I'm taking anything out on anybody?" Jacob asked. 

"So you're not planning on a little payback?" 

"I'll see you at work tomorrow, Ky" 

"No way does this end well," Kyle told him, then turned and headed down the front walk to his car. 

Jacob dismissed his brother in the next minute. "It won't end well for the Parkers," he murmured thoughtfully, "That's for damn sure." 

~*~*~*~ 

Sam waved goodbye to the woman standing in the doorway and didn't let his smile fade until the front door was closed. The sidewalk was brightly lit and the streetlights on Ocean Boulevard gave off a soft, yellow glow, so he didn't mind the darkness. It was actually a relief to get out into the cold, crisp night and away from the lingering smell of burned onions. 

Katie Thompson was determined to become a good cook—which made her an excellent client—but it wasn't going to be easy. Still, that meant Mrs. Thompson was going to be a long-term project, and that meant solvency for Sam's burgeoning business. A good thing. Smiling to himself, Sam stacked his supplies back in his van, slid the door closed and then jumped when a man's voice spoke up from behind. 

"Been a while." 

Sam spun around, hand to his chest, and looked up at the man he hadn't seen in two years. Not since he and his brother had cut off all communication. As soon as his heart slid out of his throat, it started pounding in excitement. "Jacob?" 

He was leaning against his van. How had he walked up without him being aware of it? Now that he knew Jacob was there, his skin was prickling and his nerve endings were standing up straight, dancing in appreciation. He was wearing a black round neck T-shirt and dark blue jeans. His boots were scuffed and his black hair was ruffled by the wind, totally handsome. His jaw boasted the shadow of a beard and his blue eyes were fixed on him. 

"You scared me to death." He admitted when he could find his voice again. 

"Sorry," Jacob said with that baritone of his, but didn't sound apologetic at all. "Didn't mean to startle you. But wanted to talk to you before you left." 

"Where'd you come from?" He glanced up and down the street. 

"I live next door," he told, jerking his thumb towards the two-storey house boasting a wide, stone front porch. 

"I didn't know," Sam said, which was a good thing. Because he might not have taken the Thompsons as customer if he had known Jacob Knight lived right beside them. 

A few years ago, he had spent a lot of time daydreaming about this hot as hell handsome man. It hadn't gone any further than that, of course, because his brother Ryan, had made sure to keep Jacob at a distance from him for obvious reason, he knew that little Sammy and Jacob were gay and Sam liked Jacob. Still, it hadn't been easy to put Jacob out of his mind. He continued to sneak back in at unexpected moments. Seeing him again was only going to refuel those old daydreams and make not thinking about him even more difficult. 

But Jacob had made himself very clear three years ago. Jacob hadn't been interested in him enough then to go against his brother's interference and there was no reason to think that had changed. Besides, he'd been through a lot in the past few years. He wasn't the easily charmed or foolishly romantic freak he had been. 

Sure, his mind taunted slyly, that's why your heart's still pounding and your palms are damp. Because you're so cool and controlled. 

Frowning at his own inner turmoil, he missed what Jacob said and was forced to ask, "What?" 

He pushed away from the car, stuffed his hands into his back pockets and repeated, "I said, I'm glad to see you're teaching Katie to cook. I've been to dinner at their place. Not pretty." 

Wryly, Sam was forced to admit, "She is...challenging. But she's is determined to improve, and that's good for all of us." 

Nodding his head, he glanced at the skillet on top of Sam's car. "Interesting advertisement." 

He knew what Jacob must be thinking, but Sam liked his skillet. An artist friend had made it for him and attached it to the roof of the van. "I think it's quirky." 

"That's one word for it," Jacob said. 

Instantly, his back went up. Sam had had to defend his new business to his older brother, and he wasn't going to do the same with Ryan's ex-friend. Which reminded him of the fact that Ryan and Jacob weren't even speaking anymore. So why was Jacob talking to him now? 

Sam pushed windblown hair off his face and asked, "Was there something you wanted, Jacob?" 

Jacob looked at Sam for a long, silent moment, those blue eyes of his shadowed in the dim light. He craved to tuck Sam's windblown hair behind his ears. But restrained himself unwillingly. His stare was just as powerful as it had once been and Sam felt his heartbeat quicken again in response. It was an involuntary reaction, he told himself firmly, and refused to acknowledge it further. 

"Actually," Jacob said, "there is. You teach cooking classes in people's homes, right?" 

"Yeah..." 

"Then I want to hire you." 

Sam hadn't expected that and wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. Jacob Knight was one of the wealthiest men in America. He could employ a dozen chefs and never once have to enter his own kitchen if he didn't want to. So why learn to cook for his self? 

"Why?" 

Jacob pulled his hands free of his pockets and folded his arms across his broad chest. "I should think that would be self evident. I want to know how to cook" 

"Yeah, I get that," Sam said, still not willing to believe that he was serious. "What I don't understand is why you want to hire me." 

"Because I don't want to have to go out to take classes. You coming to my home is more convenient." 

"Uh-huh." Sam was thinking fast and trying to see the trap in what he was saying, but he couldn't. Maybe he was being sincere. Maybe he really did want to learn how to cook for himself and seeing him here tonight had just been a happy accident. 

But even as he thought it, Sam told himself there had to be more to it than that. As far as he knew, Jacob and his brother hadn't spoken in a couple of years. Though he had tried to find out from Ryan what had gone wrong in their friendship, his brother hadn't told him a thing. 

All he he'd been willing to say was that Jacob Knight was out of their lives and he better leave it that way. 

If Jacob felt the same, and he had no reason to think he didn't, why was he trying to hire him? 

"How much do you charge?" Jacob asked, splintering his thoughts. 

Sam told him and he nodded. "I'll pay you twice your usual rate" 

"What? Why would you do that?" 

"For your undivided attention," he told him. "I'd want you here every night. Teaching me." 

Sam took a quick breath and tried to put out the flickering flames in the pit of his stomach. Every night. Teaching him. It sounded way more sexual than it should have. 

"I have other clients." He told Jacob, though the truth was, his new business was barely up and sputtering. Besides Katie Thompson, there were only three other customers who had hired him so far and they were only once a month commitments. 

"Three times your usual rate," Jacob countered, his gaze fixed on Sam, whose expression was unreadable. 

Sam blew out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. With that kind of money, he could get a running start on building his business. Yes, he didn't have to struggle. He was a Parker after all, and if he was in deep trouble, he would only have to tell Ryan he needed money. 

But he really didn't want to go to his brother. And he'd already invested everything he had into his business. So it was sink or swim. Jacob's offer would make it much easier to stay afloat. 

"You're not making it easy to say no," Sam admitted. 

"Glad to hear it" Jacob grinned. 

He took a deep breath and, shaking his head slowly, heard himself say, "I don't know, Jacob. If Ryan found out about this-" 

"So," Jacob interrupted. "You're still letting your older brother run your life, is that it?" 

His head snapped up, his gaze locked with Jacob's and a fast spurt of anger shot through. "Ryan has never run my life." 

"Not how he saw it." 

"Things change." 

"Do they?" Jacob raised his eyebrow. "Then take my offer." 

Frowning to himself, Sam knew he was being manipulated and he didn't like it a bit. But he also didn't like the fact that Jacob had a point. If he turned his offer down, he was kowtowing to the older brother who already thought he had a right to run his life. 

Well, times had changed and so had Sam. He was a grown up. He had survived the loss of his father, the disintegration of a bad relationship, and the bossiness of a brother who thought he knew best. He could handle Jacob Knight and the still sizzling attraction he felt for him. 

"Alright," he said, holding out his hand, "It's a deal." 

Jacob's hand enveloped his in a warm shake that sent tendrils of something deliciously wicked streaming through his system. Jacob gave him a huge smile and said, "Great, we'll start tomorrow. Six work for you?" 

Jacob let him go but his skin was still buzzing from the touch when he mumbled, "Yeah, six is fine." 

"See you then." Jacob turned and headed back to his house and Sam watched him go. 

Leaning against his car, he ordered his heartbeat to slow down and told his stomach to stop spinning. Neither of those commands had the slightest effect on him. 

When Jacob disappeared into his house, Sam shook his head slowly and whispered, "I'm in so much trouble." 

~*~*~*~ 

"Real men don't eat mushrooms," Jacob pointed out the on their first cooking class as he sliced into tiny white buttons. "They're not even vegetables. Aren't they a fungus?" 

Sam laughed, and Jacob stilled for a second, listening to the sound of it. Just as he remembered, that laugh was damned infectious. Made him want to smile in response, then pull in close for a long, deep, wet kiss that would end in— 

"Technically, yes," Sam said when he'd stopped laughing. "They are fungi. For a long time, they were considered vegetables, but then researchers discovered they weren't plant or animal, but their own species." 

"Great. And I'm going to eat it, why?" 

Jacob waited for it and wasn't disappointed. Sam laughed again and something inside him shifted, expanded. 

Their first cooking class was going more smoothly than Jacob had expected. Sure, there had been some tension when Sam first arrived, but that had dissipated quickly enough when Sam got a look at his kitchen. Jacob smiled to himself when he realized that Sam was the first guy to be seduced by his subzero fridge and Viking stove. 

Hell, when Jacob remodelled the house after buying it five years ago, he had insisted on top-of-the-line, and the designer had been given free rein in the kitchen. From the bamboo flooring to the glass-fronted cabinets, the granite counters and work stations and the island sink, the kitchen was the kind of room every cook dreamed of. 




Cooking Classes Ch. 01



And the most Jacob had ever made in it himself was the occasional plate of bacon and eggs. 

Now, though, he thought as he watched Sam moving through the room, he would always see him here. Sam cooed over the copper pots and the pans and sighed deeply when first opened the nearly empty butler's pantry. 

"We're using button mushrooms because they are the most common. You can find it easily in any grocery store and they add just enough flavour to any dish to give it a hint of something...more." 

"More fungus. Great." Jacob shook his head, reminded himself that he wasn't here to enjoy himself—or Sam. He had set this up as a way of paying back a friend for the kind of betrayal that Jacob never forgave. Sam wasn't a date. He was a tool. 

"I brought enough supplies with me for tonight's lesson," Sam said, "because this was all so sudden I figured you wouldn't have the right ingredients." 

"Good call," Jacob said. 

"But it's just a crime that you have this amazing kitchen and nothing in it," Sam said with a long sigh. Shaking his head, looked around the room as if studying an abandoned puppy and wondering how to find it a good home. "I'm going to leave a list of supplies for you to pick up. With a well stocked pantry and refrigerator, you'll always have options." 

Jacob lifted his head to look at Sam, and their eyes locked. A second or two pulsing tension passed before Jacob said, "Until I learn how to cook, being well stocked really isn't necessary, is it?" 

Sam slopped one hand on his hip. "How am I going to teach you how to cook?" 

"Good point again," Jacob muttered, then rallied. "Okay, leave your list. I'll have my secretary take care of it." 

"Your secretary." 

Jacob frowned. "Something wrong with that?" 

"Oh no" Sam said, "Just typical, that's all." 

"Typical of what?" 

"Men like you and Ryan." 

"Excuse me?" he stiffened. "I'm nothing like your brother; let's get that straight right now." 

Now it was Sam's turn to stiffen up, and Jacob noted the flash of emotion in his eyes. "Look, I know you and Ryan don't speak anymore—" 

"That's right, we don't," Jacob said, cutting him off. 

It was good that Sam had brought him up, though. Good to reinforce the fact that Sam was the brother of his enemy. The only reason Sam was standing here, driving him insane with his soft sent of lemons, was that Jacob was going to use Sam to get back to the man who had betrayed him. Revenge. Pure. Simple. 

Sweet. 

"All I meant was that men like you most often delegate work to your secretaries even when it's not part of their job description." 

"My secretary's job description includes pretty much whatever I say it does." 

"Uh-huh. Even grocery shopping?" 

"There's something wrong with that?" 

Sam leaned both his hands on the cooking island's cool granite surface. His skin looked even paler against the gleaming black stone. Jacob noticed his long wavy hair falling on his beautiful mesmerising eyes, he craved to touch it and then those shorts Sam was wearing they hugged his butt so wonderfully, he was going mush inside. 

Sam shook his head, "Maybe I should be giving your secretary the lessons." 

Okay, that was a little insulting. "Fine," Jacob said. "I'll get the groceries. Make a list, and I'll take care of it before tomorrow night." 

Smiling, Sam said, "How about we do it together tomorrow? We'll call it part of the lesson. I'll show how to choose." 

Jacob nodded, and Sam smiled even wider. Grocery shopping. Not exactly a high end kind of date, he told himself, but then he wasn't dating Sam either. This was a planned seduction. What he wanted to do was get Sam off guard and keep him there. Then, when relaxed enough, he'd tumble him into bed. Once that was done, Jacob would tell his brother just how good he had been and he'd have the kind of revenge that would tear at Ryan Parker for the rest of his life. 

"But for now," Sam was saying, "you finish slicing the mushrooms, and then I want you to chop three tablespoons of fresh parsley." 

Jacob paused and frowned. "Isn't parsley the decoration on plates that no one ever eats?" 

"Some of us actually eat it." 

"Amazing" 

In a few minutes, they were working together amiably and Jacob was actually enjoying himself. 

And that wasn't part of the plan. 

~*~*~*~ 

"So," Sam asked an hour later, "what do you think?" 

Sam didn't usually stay after lesson and join his students for the meal they had created, but Jacob had insisted and frankly, he hadn't wanted to leave. Probably not a good idea to get attached, but then he always had a soft spot for Jacob Knight. He couldn't explain it. It just...was. 

Sam still didn't know Jacob even after cooking for two hours better than once he had, two years ago. Jacob seemed friendly enough, but he had always been a little closed off. That's what had drawn him towards Jacob in the first place. 

Meeting him had been like brushing up against a gorgeous mystery. His almost unreadable expressions tempted Sam to delve deeper and his quiet self assurance had been a welcome difference from Ryan. 

Jacob had attracted him with his quiet thoughtfulness and apparently, that hadn't changed. 

"Earth to Sam," Jacob said snapping his fingers in front of his face. 

"Sorry, what?" 

"You zoned out. Was it the food or sparkling conversation?" 

"The food is done well. Not bad at all for a first try." 

"So the conversation put you to sleep?" 

"No, but the lack of it might. You haven't said much in the last hour or so, Jacob." 

"Cooking takes concentration," Jacob said with a shrug. 

"Is that all it is?" 

"What else would it be?" 

"I don't know, maybe you are regretting hiring me. After the way you and Ryan left things, I'm still not sure why you hired me in the first place." 

Jacob stiffened at the mention of Ryan's name. 

"Ryan's got nothing to do with this. You teach cooking, I need to learn, end of story." 

"If you say so" Sam didn't believe him. There was more here and he'd eventually get to the bottom of it. But for now, he was willing to let it go. 

"So what do you think of the meal?" Jacob asked. 

"The first meal you cooked turned out pretty well." 

"Better than Katie Thompson's?" 

"Why are you so competitive?" 

"It's a gift." Jacob grinned like a kid. "So?" 

"Yes, I don't really like to talk about my clients, but yours was way better." 

"Hope she kept the name of the last caterer she used." 

Laughing, Sam said, "That was just mean. She's going to get hang of it." 

Jacob studied him for so long; Sam began to shift uneasily in his chair. "What?" 

"Nothing, but you really are positive, glass-is-half-full kind of guy aren't you?" 

Sam tensed briefly. For most of his life, he had much been the Pollyanna type. He looked for the good around him and generally found it. Until, of course, his ex-boyfriend had not only snatched off his rose-colored glasses, but also ground them to dust under his heels. 

After that, he'd to fight to regain his sense of well being. He'd had to force himself to smile until, eventually, it had become real. And now, he wasn't going back to the dark side again. He wasn't going to apologize because he liked rainbows and puppies and laughing children. 

"Seeing the empty half doesn't make you more mature or more intelligent, it only means you're looking for what you don't have. How is that a good thing?" Sam asked softly with a hint of sadness in his voice. 

"I didn't mean—" 

"It's okay, I like a half-full glass. And if yours is half-empty, then I'm sorry." Sam said folding his napkin and standing up. 

Jacob stiffened as if he'd hit a sore spot. 

"My glass is just fine, thanks," Jacob said his voice hardly more than a low rumble of sound. 

"Glad to hear it." Sam looked at him, and in spite of knowing that he should just keep his mouth shut and protect this very well paying job, he just had to say, "Maybe your glass is full, but if it's holding the wrong things, what difference does it make?" 

"What?" 

"Never mind. Dumb analogy anyway. Look, why don't I help you clean this up? Then we'll make out a menu and a grocery list for tomorrow." 

Sam left him sitting at the table and even though he didn't look around, he knew Jacob was still watching him when he started loading the dishwasher. 

~*~*~*~ 

Jacob hung up the phone, he was still furious by the events that had taken place at one of the construction sites they were working on, but almost grateful for the shift in his thoughts. If it was not for Walt's ineptitude, one of the construction crew, who was in charge at the site, he'd have nothing on his mind but Sam Parker. And he'd already done nothing but think about him since the night before. 

Sam had haunted his dreams, making sleep nearly impossible, and then this morning over his cup of coffee, he'd smelled him in his kitchen. It was as if Sam was imprinting himself on his consciousness. 

Now, Jacob thought back to how Ryan had always described his brother. Younger, softer, innocent, easily hurt and scared of his own shadow. He hadn't sounded all that appealing to him until the day he first met him. Then, his looks had bowled him over first and his laughter had hit him hard. There was something about a person who knew how to laugh, he thought now. Maybe it was because growing up; he'd never heard his own mother laugh at a damn thing. Whining on the other hand...she had been very good at that. 

As soon as that thought entered his mind, Jacob deliberately shut it down. It had sounded bad—disloyal—even to him. His mom had done the best she could. She had been too...alone. 

Hell. Memories from his childhood weren't going to make this situation any easier to deal with. Disgusted with himself and his lack of concentration, Jacob pushed aside all thoughts but those related to work. For most of his life, work had been his sanctuary. The place in the world where everything was as it should be. Where the rules were well defined and always followed. Here, he wasn't questioned, just obeyed. Here, he was— 

"How'd it go last night?" 

"What?" he looked up as Kyle strolled into his office and plopped himself down into one of the chairs in front of Jacob's desk. 

Jacob sighed. "Is there a reason you are here?" 

"Yep. Curiosity. How did it go last night? You know. With Sam?" 

"How did you know about that?" 

"Your secretary told my secretary, who told me and...Here I am. Seriously? Cooking lessons?" 

Frowning, Jacob leafed through a pile of papers on his desk. He didn't want to talk about this with Kyle. Hadn't he just been focusing on not thinking about Sam? For all the good it had done him. 

In spite of his best efforts, Sam kept popping back into his mind. His smile. The way light flashed on his long dark blonde hair. The sound of his laugh and the fresh, lemony sent of his. It was all right there whether he wanted it to be or not. 

"Nothing to say?" Kyle whistled low and long. "Must be even more interesting than I figured." 

Glaring at his brother, Jacob demanded, "Don't you have something to do?" 

"In a sec." Kyle leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. "So tell me." 

"Tell you what?" he figured the fastest way to get rid of his brother was to answer his questions. "You already know I hired him." 

Kyle laughed. "For cooking lessons." 

"Why is that so hard to understand?" 

"Seriously? You, cooking? I should have been more impressed with him. Blonde, cute and a miracle worker. Teaching you to cook? Does he get hazard pay?" 

"I've cooked for you before and you're still breathing." Jacob snapped. 

"Only because of my excellent digestive system. It can withstand all sorts of toxins." 

"Get out, Ky." 

"Going, Jake" 

"Oh— there is trouble at one of the site." Jacob said. 

"Walt again?" 

"Yeah" 

"We ought to get rid of him. We spend more time cleaning up after him than anything else. He's more trouble than he's worth." 

"Agreed. We'll talk about it at the weekly meeting." 

"Right. On the Sam front, I hope cooking lessons are all you're really up to." 

"What?" 

"I hope you're not still planning on using him for payback on Ryan. Because, my man, that way lays misery." 

Jacob didn't say anything, just stared at his younger brother until Kyle shrugged and walked out. But long after he was gone, his words were still ringing in the air. 

Was he right? Was Jacob just asking for trouble by using Sam to get back to Ryan? 

Standing up, he stared out the windows at the world beyond the glass. Truth be told, he didn't much like the idea of using Sam, either, though he damned if he'd admit that to Kyle. But the bottom line was, Sam was the brother of a man who had cheated him. Lied to him. And Jacob couldn't let that slide. 

Liars deserved what they got, he told himself as his hands fisted at his sides. Hadn't he grown up watching his mother's heart, broken again and again by the very men she had trusted to keep her safe? First, it was his father, Ben Knight—though to give Ben his due, he hadn't promised Jacob's mother any more than he had the mothers of any of his sons. 

But Jacob's mother had pinned her hopes on love. Time and again, she'd gone searching for it, only to have whatever man she was pining over use her up and let her go. Her trust shaken, her heart shattered more times than he could even count, she'd finally given up. Destroyed by the very emotion she'd so longed to feel. 

No, betrayal couldn't be forgiven. Or forgotten. And he'd do whatever he had to do to make sure that Ryan Parker finally understood that. 

~*~*~*~



Cooking Classes Ch. 01



"So, Mr. H, before we get started..."

"Sarah, I think you can call me Jack, after all the talks we've had."

She smiled,

"Well, maybe, we'll see. So, I was over at my friend Lindsey's house the other night. We had a few wine coolers and started talking about boys and stuff. I had to know so I asked her straight out and she told me she did really, ummm cum, from his kissing. I asked her to describe it but she wasn't very good with the details."

"Well, that level of intimacy is a bit tough to describe. It's really much better to experience it."

Sarah was shifting from foot to foot, clearly agitated.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too."

There was a long pause in the conversation. I looked into her clear blue eyes and gave her a gentle smile. Finally, in a tiny voice she spoke.

"Mr. H...Jack, can I ask you a favor?"

She was flushed. This was a big move. I moved till I was right in front of her. She was leaning back against the center island. I didn't touch her I was just in her space.

"Sarah, you can ask anything. Remember, what we talk about stays here."

She looked right into my eyes. Her breath was deep and slow. I could feel the heat coming off her lithe frame.

"What if it's more than talking?"

My hands moved to the counter edge to each side of her. I kept eye contact.

"Whatever you want, Sarah."

She looked around. I caught the meaning.

"Nobody is going to bother us for a few hours."

With that she just kinda folded.

"Will you kiss me? Kiss me like Lindsey's friend does? I just need to know what it feels like, please?"

I smiled.

"Yes." Was all I said.

I pressed my body in and moved my mouth towards hers. She naturally cocked her head a little. Just as my lips brushed hers, I stopped and spoke. As I spoke I let my lips occasionally brush against hers. 

"Kissing is like dancing. It starts with the promise of more. Sarah, do you feel my lips?"

"Yes." She panted

"You know what I'm going to do, right?"

"Oh yes!"

"Were you excited when I said yes?"

"Uh huh." 

"But you're a lot more excited now, right?"

"ohhhhh fuck yes!"

I pressed in and let my lips fully contact hers. She opened her mouth, expecting my invading tongue but I just caressed her lips with mine, nibbling around her mouth. At one point I let my tongue out and just ran it briefly across her lips. Her mouth was open, waiting. She was panting and squirming under my weight. I had her pressed tightly against the island and I know she felt my hard cock pressing into her skirt covered womanhood. Her hands went to the back of my head and pulled my face into hers. I let my mouth open as we joined and our tongues met. As we massaged each other's mouth she gasped, twitched and moaned right into my mouth. That was the first one. I pulled my face back. She looked disheveled. She was red from her forehead down to her miniscule cleavage. Her breathing was deep and irregular. Yeah, she came. Looking down confirmed it. There was clear fluid on the floor between her legs. I guess the thong wasn't enough to contain it. She just gazed at me. After a second or two she whispered.

"Lindsey was right Jack."

I smiled.

"Glad I could help. I enjoyed that, a lot."

I went to move away, fully knowing what was going to happen.

Sarah grabbed me.

"More, please Jack? Please kiss me some more."

"I'd love to."

This time my hands were on the outside of her legs as our lips met. I ran them up and down a bit and then ever so slowly began to move them up her hard legs. I reached the skirt and she said nothing, well our mouths were glued and our tongues busy but she made no move to stop me. I paused with her skirt pushed up, just a little. Sarah disengaged my mouth for a second.

"Don't stop."

I said nothing. Our mouths were attached again and her hands moved from my head to my shoulders and back to my head. She thrust her hips into mine. My cock, having nothing to restrain it was tenting my pants and Sarah was trying to grind herself into me. Now my fingers traced up under her skirt, I felt just skin. Maybe a thong? I reached behind and held a perfect teenage ass in my hands. My fingers found her crack and it became clear. There was no strap, Sarah Flax had no panties on at all. I ran my hands over her amazingly smooth skin and let my fingers run down the crack of her butt. She spread her legs and my fingers delved between her thighs. Soaked would be an understatement. Her soft pubic hair was like a sponge. As my fingers found her lips and slid in, she nearly bit me and collapsed.

"Ohhhh fuck! Cumming!"

My hand was suddenly drenched. She was quaking in my arms. After a second she got her breath back. We broke our kiss and she just started talking. It was as if she was on sex speed.

"Oh shit, oh shit oh shit! That was soooo fucking good! Oh Jack! I masturbate three times a day and watch porn all the time and this is just like I imagined it! I want more! Oh this is so good! So amazing! Oh Jack, finger me more! All I ever do is think about sex. I want more, more!"

She paused and looked at me.

"Jack would you do something for me? Those boys wouldn't, but would you..."

My hands were wrapped around her firm cheeks and my fingers gently played with her sodden pussy. Sarah was relaxed in my arms, full of bliss. I knew what she wanted.

"Tell me Sarah, tell me what you want."

Her eyes met mine and she got a wicked look. Her transformation was complete. I had no idea of the level of lust and need that coursed through this young ladies body. She was driven by desire.

"Lick my pussy, Jack, eat me, make me cum with your mouth. Is that what you wanted to hear? You want me to be dirty?"

I smiled and poked a finger inside her.

"Is that dirty young lady?"

"ahhhhhhhhhh oh fuck that's nice! No, no it's not, is it? It's wonderful. Now will you?"

"But Sarah, I make our meals on this counter."

Now she pushed me back a little and was furiously undoing her blouse.

"Oh that's so hot! Every time you make food you'll remember licking my pussy. Oh, please eat me, right here!"

Her blouse was gone and I finally go to see her adorable teacup tits. Sarah was sliding her skirt off as she noticed me looking.

"I'm sorry they're not big and round like Mrs. H's"

By now my nineteen year old cooking student was standing in my kitchen, stark naked. I swear she was steaming with desire. I bent down and gently took a tiny but very hard nipple and caressed it with my lips. My hands held her waist up as she began to collapse.

"OHHHHHFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK that feels sooooo GOOD!"

I let her nipple slip from my mouth. She was panting.

"Now?" 

I grabbed her tiny waist and easily lifted her up onto the counter.

"Now."

She smiled.

"Get naked for me, please?"

That took five seconds. Sarah was transfixed by my cock. I'm no big deal, a bit over six inches, well probably 7 in her presence but cut and nice and thick. She sighed.

"Ohhhhhh that's beautiful."

She lay back and spread her legs. Her treasure was nestled in a bed of not well trimmed light brown fur. It glistened with her juices. Her vagina was plump and open, her inner lips extended out over the outer. As her legs went wide she gaped and I briefly saw her channel before the wet folds closed over. I was going to enjoy this. Her flat abdomen rose and fell steadily, she was panting with anticipation. I didn't make her wait.

I moved my face till her pubes brushed it. I placed my hands on the tops of her thighs. I began to kiss her thighs, up close but no at her apex. I moved slowly around, getting closer and closer, till finally I just ran the flat of my tongue from the bottom of her vagina right up over her clit. She quaked and suddenly my face was very wet.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKMEEEEEEEE!"

She howled. Now I settled in tongue fucking her teen slit while my hands found her nipples. I had to keep swallowing. She was cumming every three minutes or so. I tried to avoid her clit all together, being afraid of what would happen. She never stopped talking.

"yes yes YES! Oh that's so fucking good! Lick me Jack, please, don't stop! Oh fuck this is so much better than porn! Now I know why those women howl. THERE! Right there! SHHHIIIITTTTTT! Oh fuck, promise me you'll do this again. I'll never masturbate again, I swear!"

Her body squirmed all over the counter. Her legs were locked behind my head. I had to take a break. I pulled back and looked at her. Nineteen years old, rail thin and hard she lay across my kitchen island, naked. Her legs wide and her thighs shiny with her cum. Her small breasts heaving, the nipples rock hard. On her face was a look that mixed contentment with desire.

"Jack, will you fuck me, please? I'm not a virgin. He got it in me but he shot right away. My cherry's been gone for a long time. Please Jack? Please fuck me? I need to know." 

Like there was ever any doubt on that outcome. I slid her towards me, her legs naturally wrapped around my waist as she levered herself up and I kissed her. We kissed deeply for a second and then she pulled back and wrinkled her nose a little.

"I just tasted my own pussy, Jack."

"and?"

She smiled.

"I like it."

She looked around. The floor was covered in our clothes and the air reeked of her sex. The cooking tools that were on the island had long ago been swept to the floor. 

"I want it here, where it all started. The table, fuck me on your kitchen table."

"But my family has our meals here."

I moved her over and as I slid her onto the table, the placemats, utensils and salt and pepper went off the other end. Sarah lay back and smiled.

"So when you make food you'll think of licking me and when you eat food you'll think of fucking me. Oh, Jack, I think that is sooo cool!"

She grabbed her legs behind her knees and in an amazing show of flexibility pulled her knees wide and nearly up to her shoulders.

"I'm so ready."

So was I. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst. I moved closer and ran the head up and down her slit, getting it nice a wet to slide in.

"Don't tease me! Stick it in!"

"Sarah, I have to lube it darling. If I was going to tease you I'd do this."

Then I poked just the head of my cock in her pussy. Just enough to spread her lips and rub the copious collection of nerve ends at her opening. She almost fainted.

"OH FUCK THAT'S GOOD!"

I left my dick pressing the opening of her tunnel. I felt her clenching, trying to pull me in.

"Now Sarah Flax. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to push my hard cock inside you and fill you up. Then I'm going to just keep fucking you till you cum, over and over."

With that I gave a little poke, putting the head inside. I felt the wave of juice.

"OH FUCK SHIT I CAME JUST FROM THAT!"

Word time was done. I grabbed her firm legs, still being held back and slid my cock all the way in. It was a velvet vise, so damn warm, wet and tight. Once I hit bottom the first time Sarah let go of her legs and let them hit my chest. I moved my hands lower and wrapped them around her trim thighs for leverage. I just slowly and steadily slid in and out. The girl just lay there, and talked.

"Ohhhh so good! Jack this is amazing! Oh fuck it feels so good. I never knew fucking would be this good. Oh fuck, faster, please, I want to cum again."

I sped up and moved down a little so the head of my cock would hit the G spot. Her eyes went wide.

"OH SHIT FUCK! Right there! YES! YES! Oh fuck, cumming!"

Another wave of her flow squished out of our union and joined the sea spreading out under her trim ass and over the table my family dines on. This was wild, even for me. But I wasn't going to last long. I picked up the pace.

"Sarah baby, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Oh Jack, do it! Cum for me! You can cum in me. I've been on the pill for a year. OHHHHHHH do it, shoot in me!"

I knew that already. I was done. I rammed in hard one last time and just let the semen surge from my rampant cock into the teen pussy. It felt good. She came one more time as I felt my cum coursing out. I stood there, still inside her. She lay there, with a satisfied look on her face. Then she raised up into kind of a sit up position and looked at our union.

"Next time I want to see your cock going in and out."

I stepped back, letting my wilting tool slide out.

"Next time? You think we should do this again?"

Sarah Flax, nineteen year old nympho in training, slowly rolled off the table and stood in front of me, we were nearly eye to eye.

"Yes, but not for a while. I'm a little sore."

Then her eyes got soft.

"Unless it's going to be a problem? Please say it won't, Jack?"

I wrapped her up in my arms.

"No, young lady, it won't be a problem if we're careful and you remember one thing. I'm not your boyfriend. You're going to go find a boy. You may have to teach him, but I think you know he'll be a good student. Now, get out of here, I need to clean this up."

She giggled as she threw on her skirt and blouse.

"We made a mess, huh? I loved it soooo much!"

With that she kissed me quickly and dashed out the door. I looked around and decided the kitchen could wait. I went upstairs to the opposite end of the house, where our bedroom was. As I opened the door I smiled as my eyes moved to the bed and saw Flo, in the center of a soaked sheet. The vibrator was still lodged in her pussy. She was panting. I could see the 42 inch big screen was still on. The screen was divided into four different images. One from each of the cameras I had hidden in our kitchen. All that showed now was the mess I had to go back and clean up. I looked back at my amazing wife.

"THAT was the hottest fucking thing I have ever watched!"



Cooking Classes Ch. 02



So, still wondering who was at the door? Well, you'll find out, just keep reading.

*****

Two days after Sarah flax, my nineteen year old neighbor, and I had amazing sex on my kitchen table; I had to go out of town on business. Sarah and I had traded Emails so while I was away I was treated to short videos of Sarah masturbating and, as usual, giving me a non-stop narration. We even skyped one night, her rubbing and me stroking. Yeah, it was good. She made me promise I would find some way to be alone with her as soon as possible. I feigned difficulty but I knew that Flo would not be a problem, to say the least. We had re-run the video from the kitchen adventure over and over and I've lost count of the number of orgasms involved. 

I got back on a Friday night. Flo and I ran all of Sarah's masturbation videos and the recorded Skype session. Then we fucked and sucked and whatever for a few hours. Love that woman. We did talk though, it's not like all we do is fuck, but close. After all this was a pretty unusual situation with me screwing our best friend's daughter and my wife being in on it. 

Sarah came over about mid-morning on Saturday. Flo and I had set it up nicely. My wife had announced Friday night she was 'going to visit her sister' for the day and might stay for dinner. Her car never left the garage and she was comfortable in our basement TV room, with food, water and her toys.

Sarah Flax, college sophomore, sailed in the door without knocking. I saw her coming up the walk. I had debated what to wear, or not wear. I settled on exercise shorts and a tee, figuring nothing was going to stay on long anyway. 

She came right up and into my arms. Without a word, our mouths met in a deep and sensuous kiss. My hands slid down her back and cupped her firm young ass through her tight pants. My finger felt the strap of the thong. Sarah sighed as we kissed and pressed her frame into mine. It was going to be a wonderful day. After a few minutes of mouth massage, my cock was amazingly hard. Sarah was pressing her pelvis into mine fueling that condition. She pulled back just enough to disengage our mouths.

"Jack, I'm so fucking wet and horny. I missed you. My folks are gone all day; visiting some friends I've never heard of. Would you like to fuck me all day?"

She gave me this wonderful smile. I frowned, it wasn't easy. She got a serious look.

"Fuck you? You want this old guy to put his cock inside your hot wet little nineteen year old pussy? Is that all I get to do? I can't lick that cunny?"

She broke into a smile at my mock dismay. The girl was quaking with desire.

"Jack, I want to suck your cock today. I've never done that, I want yours to be the first."

She paused and ran her delicate hand over the bulge in my shorts.

"I want to taste your cum. Jack, I think I'm some kind of sex addict." 

She jumped up into my arms. Our mouths met again. She paused, her mouth still pressed to mine.

"Take me to your bed and make me cum, please?"

I walked down the hall, carrying her, our mouths deeply engaged. I bounced us around the door into the master bed room. I had folded the bed back and I had towels, lube, toys; anything I thought we might want, arrayed close by. I stopped and held her. My hand was between her legs, cupping her ass but my fingers could feel that her crotch was soaked. I gently released her and her feet hit the carpet.

"Please undress me, young lady."

She smiled and keeping her eyes locked with mine reached down and grasped the hem of my tee. I stuck my arms straight into the air and in a flash she had whisked it off, letting it sail to points unknown. Sarah slowly kneeled down, her face looking up as she did so. My cock was rampant, sticking straight out. Her eyes moved slowly down from mine till she was staring at the bulge. Her small hand reached up and began to caress my cock through the nylon.

"I haven't seen this cock in person since you stuck it in me for the first time. I haven't had the chance to hold it, feel it. You just got it all wet with my pussy juice and rammed it in. Now I'm going to explore your dick Mr. H. I hope you don't mind."

She already knew that answer. Her hands moved up and she gently pulled the front of my shorts out and slid them down my legs. She let them fall around my ankles and I stepped out of them. Sarah's warm hands began to explore. She grasped my cock and stroked a little. Then she cupped my balls, all tight up against me. She rubbed her fingers over the cut head, smearing the copious fluid in the process.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time. I love cocks. I love watching porn where the woman loves the guy's dick. I've been dying to do that. The stupid boys won't wait. They just want to put their dick in me and then they shot off into the rubber before they could give me a good fuck. Jack, I need you to fuck me. But first, I want to taste you. Help me, coach me, I'm new at this, you're my first."

She held the base of my cock and put her lips on the very tip. Then she slowly slid my cock into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue as she went. Her hand, her lips, her tongue all combined to explore my hardness. I have no idea why I didn't cum right then. After she held me in her mouth for a few seconds she let it slip out. She looked up at me.

"I was right, I love cock. I love the way it feels in my mouth. I guess I'm doing well, huh."

I just nodded and smiled. Sarah, once again slowly slid me back into her oral pleasure cavity, speaking around my girth.

"Tell me when you're going to cum Jack. I want you to cum in my mouth, but I want to know when it's coming."

She then worked into a rhythmic sucking. She was milking me, holding and stroking the part of my cock that wouldn't fit in her cute little mouth. She had been a good student of porn. I let my hands gently fall into her hair as she sucked my dick. Sarah would moan from time to time and the vibrations moved me closer. After a few minutes, I felt the surge.

"Sarah baby, you're going to make me cum in your hot fucking mouth soon.'

She loves filthy talk and she moaned deeply. I kept it up. I was seconds away from spewing.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna shoot my cum in your hot little mouth. You want my cum baby?"

She nodded and picked up the pace. 

"Ohhhhhhh so close! Don't stop sucking my big cock. I'm gonna cum and then I'm going to lick your pussy till I'm hard again and then you know what?"

My teen lover moaned again. I felt my cum rising, I was past the point of no return.

"Then I'm going to fuck you, Sarah Flax, fuck you hard but first, baby, I'm cumming for you, RIGHT NOW!"

She quickly moved her mouth back till just the head of my cock was in. She teased the underside and then I came. I shot three hard bolts and I saw her eyes go wide as it raced into her mouth. After another ten seconds or so I was too sensitive so I gently pressed her forehead away. As her lips left my dick she closed her mouth. She hadn't swallowed and she didn't look like she wanted to spit. Then she opened her mouth, showing me the cum and swallowed, loudly. She was beaming.

"Jack, I wanted to have a good taste. I like cum, I like it a lot."

I sat on the edge of the bed. I was beat. That was probably the best blowjob I ever got but I had to admit that ninety percent of it was who was giving it. She just stood there and smiled at me.

"Well, old man, I think you're gonna take a few to get hard again. I seem to recall you making a promise while I had your hard cock in my mouth. But I seem to be wearing a bit too much for you to eat my pussy."

I stood and took her in my arms. Our mouths met in a deep kiss. Yes, I could taste myself in her mouth. We kissed for a bit and then broke. She looked at me quizzically.

"Jack couldn't you taste your cum?'

I smiled.

"Yes, just like you tasted yours. Did you mind?"

She smiled.

"No, not at all."

"Neither do I."

I slid my hands down to her waist and grasped the bottom hem of her shirt. Her arms went up and the shirt followed. She was braless, of course and her nipples were rock hard. I pinched both of them. Her knees buckled.

"OH FUCK that goes right to my pussy! You are so mean!"

Now it was my turn to kneel. I looked up at her and grasped just the waistband of the shorts and slid them down her endless legs. My face was right at pussy level and her desire scent was strong. I was going to enjoy licking this teen pussy. Sarah gently flipped off the shorts, without even having to use my shoulder for balance. I looked forward now, right into the crotch of a pink Victoria's Secret thong. The wetness was moving up from her center. I noticed something different, not wisps of hair. I smiled. Once again I gently took the elastic and slid it down. My teen lover spread her legs a little to ease the process. As the waistband passed over her hips the gusset stayed up against her sex. I looked up and she had her lip between her teeth. Painfully slowly I pulled and watched as her sodden pussy reluctantly released the damp fabric. Sarah moaned.

"Oh fuck you are such a tease."

I was right, she was shaved smooth. Not a hair, not even a stray was evident. Her scent bathed my senses. I looked up as she flipped the sodden undies off her foot, smiling at me.

"For you Jack, last night. I shaved my pussy three times, to make sure I got it all. Lick me, please, make me cum with your mouth."

She climbed up on the bed and took two pillows and stuffed them under her firm young ass.

"I saw this in a porno, it makes it easier for you."

My little teen nymphet spread her legs and displayed her smooth puffy sex. I climbed on and moved between her legs.

"You want me to put my mouth on this?"

I gently rubbed her sodden trench, my finger all but falling into it. She was gasping.

"But young lady, this is your private parts, your sex. Boys put their dicks in here."

"Yes, but not enough and not well." She gasped.

Now my mouth was on her thigh and headed in. Just as my lips were going to make contact I had one more.

"But you pee from here. I'm going to put my mouth where you pee."

She had enough. I felt her hands on my head pressing me in.

"Yes, YES I pee there! OH FUCK, LICK ME JACK! I NEED TO CUM!"

I quickly wrapped my arms around the outside of her thighs and, reaching up, grasped her pert nipples as my mouth centered right on her clit. As I pinched I sucked. My face was tight to the teens' pussy as I felt the wave of warm fluid caress my chin.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH... FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!"

Sarah pressed her pussy hard up against my face. I loved the tangy taste of her pussy. Seconds later she was pushing me away.

"Oh shit! Too much too much!"

I rolled out from between her legs and looked at her gasping, she was on her side in the fetal position. 

"Ohhh that was soo good. Oh fuck I came so hard!"

So now both of us were a little spent. Since I knew we had all afternoon and that Flo was probably exhausted from cumming watching the cameras I had placed around our bedroom. I just held Sarah and we rested for a few minutes. 

Sarah rolled quietly into me, placing her leg over mine so her sodden pussy pressed against my thigh. I felt life returning but I knew she had questions. She must have sensed it.

"Jack, I read a lot of erotica, I look at porn. I knew I'd like sex, with the right person, but you're amazing. Jack, you made me love sex, need sex."

I stroked her back, going from the top of her firm young ass up to her shoulders.

"I'm not bad baby, but I'm not amazing. You're just young, you'll find as the boys get some experience they will get better. If you get a willing pupil, you'll really have fun. I hope you know that catting around will only get you a very bad rep and no men worth having."

Sarah Flax leaned up and placed her young soft lips against mine as she spoke.

"That, Mr. H, is your job. You need to not get caught so you can keep making sure I'm too fucked out to do anything stupid. You're my human vibrator, okay? Hmmmmm looks like the batteries came to life."

She was rubbing her thigh against my cock, which, no big surprise was nice and hard again. We let our lips lock for a few minutes, it felt real good. She pulled her head back and smiled.

"I want to see it go in. I want to see your cock enter my pussy. How can we do that?"

I had to think. She was certainly flexible and it might work.

"The full length mirror, come on."

I got up and we moved to the floor in front of the mirror. I lay her on her left side and put one leg through mine and the other over my left leg. We moved around a little and soon she could see her own pussy in the mirror. I was going to have to work at this but I moved in, trying to keep my hips angled away so she could see. She noticed how much work it was.

"I just want to see you go in, just once, then we can get back on the bed. I want to ride you!"

Sarah's smooth slit was shiny with her desire. He inner lips were wide and gapping. I leaned back and arched my cock towards her slit. I felt it pushing at her entrance.

"Ohhhh fuck Jack, that's so cool! Look at how my pussy is just swallowing your dick!"

I slid in and out a few times and that was enough.

"Okay Jack, let's get back on the bed."

I lay down and Sarah positioned herself over me. It couldn't have been easy, she's a size four and I'm a big guy, but she didn't complain. She was sitting on my belly, a huge smile on her face and she was practically quivering with desire. She bent over, her tiny nipples brushing the hair on my chest, and gave me a big kiss.

"I know you're taking chances here, Jack. This was my idea, I seduced you, not that it took much, but if anything happens, I'll take the blame."

I mussed her short brown hair. I was quite sure there would be no problems, but it was very mature of her to offer.

"Thank you baby, that's very mature of you."

She leaned back and lifted her trim hips.

"Okay, old man, now it's time to ride."

I grinned.

"You gonna tell your mom that an old man fucked you so bad you can't walk, smarty?"

Sarah took my hard cock and slowly began to lower herself. Just as I felt her wetness around the head she smiled.

"Promises, promises."

With that she plunged herself down, burying my cock to the hilt. Her eyes went wide.

"OOF! Oh fuck 'that's good! Jack I can feel you all the way up in me. This is awesome."

For me too, her young pussy was a like a tight wet glove. She put her hands on my chest and stared posting. Quickly I felt the wetness running out of her and all over my balls. She was just smiling, going up and down. Looking at our union I saw my shiny cock appear and disappear as her hips moved up and down. Since I'd cum once already I knew I could hold out for a while. I took her tiny ass in my hands. My fingers met at her butt hole and I began to massage it. She squealed.

"Oh Jack! That feels good! Oh fuck I'm so close! It was time.

"Cum for me Sarah Flax. Cum all over my cock, come on, you can do it. Soak my dick."

"Oh fuck you're making me cum!"

When I felt her twitch I pulled her down till was as far in as I could go. Her eyes went wide, and then closed, I felt a wave of wetness and she stopped breathing. I held her as she quivered, then opened her eyes again.

"Do it again, do that every time I cum, please."

Was all she gasped as she began to ride me again. This went on for a half an hour. The sheet under us was soaked, I was covered. Sarah was panting hard. She was cumming about every three minutes. I was ready.

"I need to cum baby. Mr. H. needs to cum in that hot pussy."

She stopped.

"How do you want me?"

"Right there, but change it up a little."

I showed her how to cinder shift. She remembered seeing that in a video and soon she was grinding hard. It wasn't going to take long. Five minutes of that and I felt the surge.

"Cumming for you Sarah, I'm gonna shoot baby!"

"Oh yes! Do it! Cum inside me! Oh fuck I'm cumming again!'

We hit the top together, panting and grinding. It was amazing. She looked down at me.

"Jack, that was sooooo good! You made me cum like six times before you shot all your stuff in me. That was better than last time. Mmmmm thank you."

Sarah smiled as she started to roll her slim frame off of me. We were both covered in sweat and as she slowly rose, my wilting cock slid out of her, pushed along by a wave of our collective fluids. I reached for her and she fell back on me and I just held her to me. I felt her tiny breasts press into my chest and I couldn't resist cupping her firm runner's ass in my hands. Then we both heard a noise and looked up.

She was standing in the open doorway to the bedroom. Her jeans were undone and she had one hand deep inside, fingering herself. She was flushed and smiling. She didn't stop. As we watched her pace picked up and soon she stopped, leaned against the door and exhaled. Karen Flax just stared at us as she regained her composure. We waited for her to speak. Sarah and I were lying on the bed. She had her legs wide and facing her sister. I was sort of crossways. Karen was still panting when she spoke.

"Can I, please?"

She was looking at us. Sarah looked at me and smiled and I smiled back and nodded to Sarah.

"Sure Sis, come on."

Karen beamed. She yanked her hand out of her carters' undies and practically leaped towards the bed. At the last second she shifted and, as Sarah and I watched with our mouths wide open, Karen Flax planted her mouth on her sister's pussy. Sarah's eyes bugged out, I'm sure mine did too. But this was hot. Sarah went to say something but Karen's mouth on her clit caught her in mid word.

"Karen, no...OHHHHHHHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKKK!"

She collapsed back on the bed. Her acceptance of incest was done in remarkably fast time. I began toying with her nipples, pulling them and rolling them. After a minute Karen raised her head.

"Oh sis, I've wanted to do this forever! Thank you! I didn't mean to catch you. Play practice got cancelled and I thought you were cooking, well in the kitchen at least. This is sooo much better!"

Karen went back to tonguing her sister as I watched. I couldn't believe it; my dick was actually getting hard again. Sarah was just lying there now, occasionally moaning, I think she was beat and just couldn't cum any more. After a few minutes Karen came up for air, all smiles.

"I should have asked. It's a little weird, wanting to go down on your sister and all. But you two were there and I was so turned on!"

Sarah was waving her arms a bit and squirming. My cock was up to a reasonable hardness considering the workout it's been having. Karen stared.

"Oh Mr. H, that's nice. I gotta be honest, I'm not sure I'm into guys. But I like the way you taste in Sarah's pussy. Would you two mind if I kinda join in and see?"

My mind reeled. An eighteen year old bi sexual, she thinks, a nineteen, almost twenty year old nympho, oh and then I remembered, Flo in the basement watching it all. I just shook my head. I looked at Sarah. She was a dishrag, but she just lay there, smiled and gave me the thumbs up.

"Sure Karen, you want to um, get comfortable?"

She looked sheepishly at herself.

"Yeah, I guess I was so excited I forgot. I haven't got much of a body you know."

I smiled and stroked Sarah's side.

"That's what she said and look how it turned out."

Sarah propped herself up on her arms and we watched as her younger sister stripped. Karen was the more methodical sister. She slowly peeled off her tee shirt, quickly folded it and left it on the chair. Her chest was a little bigger than Sarah's, more like an A+ but she had no need of a bra. Her young nipples sat in a dollar sized ring and they were larger than Sarah's. Karen turned back and looked at us. Her pants were still open, showing the flowered cotton panties underneath. She blushed a little.




Cooking Classes Ch. 02



"How's Tyler doing?"

"What?"

As Sam followed him down wide aisle in the grocery store, Jacob heard Sam sigh heavily. "Your brother? Tyler? Didn't he get married a few months ago?"

"Oh. Yeah. He did." Jacob frowned at the seemingly endless selection of products. He'd spent most of his life avoiding grocery stores. When he needed food in a hurry, he stopped in at a deli or something. He hadn't been raised around a kitchen and as a Knight, if he wanted someone cooking in his house, he could hire a damn chef. So why learn? 

Now, he felt like a stranger in a strange land. The brilliant fluorescent lighting gave him a headache. There was a screaming child a few aisles over and an old woman had just crashed her cart into his and then has the guts to blame him. Seriously, men didn't belong in grocery stores, but there was Sam who was enjoying grocery shopping and Jacob couldn't help but smile.

Still, he was actually starting to rethink his whole plan. He hadn't really considered at the beginning just what all this would entail. And his interest in cooking was about as low as it could get. Then he reminded himself sternly that getting back at Ryan would worth all the hassles he was going through at the moment. Nobody betrayed a Knight and walked away.

Nobody.

"And? How's he doing?" Sam prompted.

"Tyler? He's good. Seems happy enough"

"What a touching testimony of marriage," Sam mused and reached over to pick up bread crumbs.

"Bread crumbs are not on the list," Jacob said, checking just to make sure.

"I know, but it's good to have them in the house. They come in handy in all kinds of ways. These are the best," Sam said, handing him the blue box. "Low in sodium and carbs, plus they're crispier than ordinary bread crumbs."

"Crispier is better. Right." If he did inadvertently learn how to cook during this process, he promised himself, he'd hire somebody to shop for him.

"So, you don't like Tyler's wife?"

Jacob blinked at him. "Where did that come from? Of course I like her."

"Well, you don't seem thrilled that he got married, so I assumed you didn't like his wife."

"So if I didn't like Christmas that would mean I hated somebody else's present?"

"You don't like Christmas?" Sam countered.

"I didn't say that. Have you ever heard the word logic?" Jacob teased.

"I don't know I may have heard a vague reference at some point. Sounds like Latin." Sam said on a laugh.

"Naturally," Jacob muttered, ignoring Sam's smile, because frankly he didn't like the buzz of interest he felt lighting up his insides. He had a plan here, and he wasn't about to be distracted from it. Yes, he was going to seduce him. But that didn't mean he was going to do something stupid like care for him.

Keeping his voice lighter than the tension filling him would ordinarily warrant, Jacob said, "I like Kayla fine. She's way too good for Tyler, if you ask me."

"So it's just marriage in general you're against?"

"Pretty much. In general am against relationships" Jacob stopped dead, and Sam crashed into him.

"Sorry."

Jacob ignored the increase buzzing in his blood and told himself to get a grip on the situation. To get his mind off what his body was clamoring for, he scanned the shelves of spices and was instantly irritated. "How can there be so many?"

"Ah," Sam said with an understanding grin, "life outside the narrow confines of garlic, salt and pepper."

Jacob frowned. "Nothing wrong with salt and pepper. It's basic. Classic."

"Boring." Sam said with a pout.

"Fine," Jacob said. Anything to get out of here that much sooner. "What do we need? I mean, what do I need?"

"It's all there on the list."

Jacob squinted at labels and hissed at the elevated prices of some of the more esoteric spices. Who knew this stuff was so expensive? Thoughts rolled through his mind even as he continued to read labels. The Knights should look into this. If they could set up suppliers, they could move into the spice industry and really take it over. Knight's Spice, he thought with a half smile. It could work. Now here was where he felt comfortable. Planning, focusing on business and growing the ever expanding Knight Empire.

He slid a glance in Sam's direction. His gold-green eyes were fixed on him, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. Even in this hideous lightning, his skin was like porcelain and his wavy dark blond hair, a tempting mass of waves and loose curls. His lips, so beautiful, lower lip slightly fuller than the upper. So very kissable.

Sam was enough to make any red blooded person take a long, second look. Hell, he'd looked plenty himself when he had first met him. But Ryan had practically wrapped him up in a barbed wire and posted a No Trespassing sign over his head. So Jacob had kept his distance out of respect for his friend.

That respect was long dead, though, and soon he'd have this luscious-looking guy right where he wanted. In his bed. Under him.

Until then, he'd just focus on the task at hand, Jacob told himself, as he shifted his gaze back to the damned racks of spices.

~*~*~*~

Sam couldn't seem to tear his gaze off of Jacob. His dark blue jacket was open to reveal plain white T-shirt beneath. Chocolate colored pants clung to his long, muscular legs and he was wearing lighter brown loafers. What was it, he wondered about a gorgeous man who knew how to dress? Was it instinctive? Did it pull at something primal in him?

Or was it simply that Jacob Knight would look too good in absolutely anything? Sadly, he thought, the latter was probably closer to the truth.

"I don't see peppercorns," Jacob muttered, "and why can't I use ground pepper? Why do I have to grind it myself? Haven't we come further that as a society?"

"Funny," Sam said and reached out to get peppercorns right in front. Jacob was so...formidable, that finding out he was like other men in the can't-find-something-directly-in-front-of-him way made him seem...not ordinary by any means. But more touchable.

Not that he was thinking about touching Jacob. All right, he was. But what person wouldn't when he was standing right beside Jacob Knight? Still, if there was one thing Sam had learned in the last year or so, it was that he didn't want anything to do with another alpha male.

Jacob picked up the bottle of peppercorns, tossed it into the cart then consulted his list again. "Kosher salt? I'm not Jewish. You know that, right?"

Was he trying to be charming, Sam wondered, or was it just part of who he was? And if he was trying, why? Three years ago, when they first met, he had never made a move on him. And back then, he would definitely have been interested.

"Kosher salt is pure, No chemicals. It's better for you."

"Fine."

"So why do you hate marriage or in general, relationship?" Sam asked, returning to their earlier conversation.

"Didn't say I hated it."

"Really, didn't have to."

"Why are you such a fan? Didn't you break up yourself last year?"

"Fine, you're right. I did breakup last year. But how did you know about it? You and Ryan never talk—"

"Never did understood why you were with that guy in the first place?" Jacob cut him mid sentence.

Harris Abbot had been a mistake from the jump, when Harris asked him to date and eventually proposed to be his boyfriend and move in with him, it was a mistake. At that time Sam didn't give much thought about love. Love was an alien concept with Harris. And he was not an expert in relationship, either. He obliged to Harris's proposal for the sake of the family. He had known Ryan's eagerness and excitement to venture with Abbots. Harris's business had aligned nicely with theirs, since he was an architect with a string of successful upscale housing developments in his portfolio. Ryan had figured working with Abbot's would take Parker construction's to the proverbial ladder. In some way he had already sensed that Ryan was hoping for him to accept Harris's offer.

Of course, Harris showed his true colors after sometime and Sam had reclaimed his life.

"So? Why'd you do it? And don't try to tell me you actually loved that pompous twit Abbot." Jacob said.

"No, that's one mistake I didn't make." And Sam continued, "Just because my relationship didn't work, doesn't mean there is something wrong with the whole institution of marriage or the concept of relationship."

"Institution and concept, the word says it all." Jacob muttered.

"Is that how Tyler sees it?"

Jacob laughed shortly, checked his list again and glanced at Sam. The amusement in his eyes was real this time and the curve of his lips did something amazing to the pit of Sam's stomach. "He's too crazy about Kayla to think anything at this point. And Kyle is ecstatic because he has all kind of expectations for free food from cookie queen."

"What about you? Any expectations?"

Jacob stilled, looked him up and down and, in that blink of time, Sam felt his skin begin to hum and sizzle. "Not where Kayla's concerned, no."

Seconds ticked past and neither of them looked away. Sam felt the searing heat of the gaze licking at his skin and in another minute or two; he might just melt into a puddle.

Thankfully, he was spared that humiliation when Jacob spoke up.

"I've got all the spices. What's next?"

Spices. Spicy. Sexy. Sex...

"What? Oh. Right." Sam shook his head hard, ridding himself of the images rushing through his mind. Images of Jacob, bending down, kissing him, holding him, leaning him back onto a bed and... "First we'll get some olive oil."

He walked down the aisle, silently lecturing himself about hormonal surges and inappropriate behavior with a client and anything else he could think of to take his mind off of Jacob. Naked.

God.

Jacob followed Sam with the cart and stopped when he did.

"Why do we need so many different kind of oil? How're you supposed to know what to get?" Jacob asked, but his mind was racing wicked thoughts where these oils could be used.

"Always get the extra virgin," Sam said.

Jacob raised his eyebrows and his mouth quirked. "There's extra virgin?"

Jacob was amused again. Perfect. Sam was simmering, as he chuckled. Oh, this is going just fabulously well.

"Just get this one," Sam said and reached for a bottle on the top shelf.

Jacob went for it at the same time and their hands brushed over. That one instant of contact was all Sam needed to kick that smoldering fire inside his into an inferno.

"Jacob?" A high pitched, completely surprised voice stopped whatever Sam was about to say. Instead, he turned to watch a redhead in skin tight jeans and cowboy boots scurrying towards them, a beaming smile on his gorgeous face.

"Marshall," Jacob said stiffly. "Nice to see you."

The words were right, Sam thought, but the tone in his voice should have warned the redhead off.

"I can't believe you're in a grocery store, of all places," the redhead crooned; as he closed in to give Jacob a hug.

Sam took a step backward, sliding away to give the two of them a minute alone. Maybe Jacob didn't seem happy about running into the man, but he doubted that Marshall would miss his presence. Sam had every intentions of hiding, but Jacob stopped him cold with one hand on the small of his back. His hand surrounded his waist and his grip tightened as he tried to squirm free, but the redhead never noticed. His grey eyes were fixed on Jacob as if he were a Prada bag on a seventy five percent off table.

"Imagine, running into you here, of all places."

"Yeah," Jacob said, "you said that already. Not really surprising, Marshall, I do eat."

"Yes," he agreed on a seductive chuckle, "but you forget, I've seen your refrigerator for myself."

Perfect, Sam thought. Nothing like standing here witnessing one of Jacob's bedmates trying to metaphorically lick him in the wide aisle of grocery store. And could he have looked more hideous, Sam wondered to himself furiously. Why his hair was undone, of all things? And why hadn't he worn his new jeans...instead of his favorite, often washed, faded pair?

And why, Sam demanded silently, did he care?

He wasn't on a date, for heaven's sake. He and Jacob weren't a couple. Jacob was a client. A customer, he was his cooking teacher, nothing more.

Which should have made him feel better, but it so didn't.

"You look wonderful, Jacob," Marshall said, his voice dropping to a low purr of interest.

Beside Jacob, Sam rolled his eyes and willed himself to sink into floor. Nothing happened.

"Thanks, you, too," Jacob said brusquely. Then he added, "You'll have to excuse us, though, we've got to finish shopping and get home."

"We?" For the first time, Marshall's gaze slid to notice Sam. 

"Marshall Hancock, this is Sam Parker. Sam, Marshall." 

"Hi. Nice to meet you," Sam said when he couldn't avoid it.

"Uh-huh," Marshall murmured, and then turned his renewed interest on Jacob. "Like I was saying, you look wonderful and if you're not busy this Friday, I'm having a small, intimate party at my place and—"

"We'll be busy," Jacob told him, then looked at Sam. "What do you think, baby, we done here?"

Baby? He'd called him baby? Sam's mouth opened and closed a few times while he tried to think of something clever—heck, anything to say. Then Jacob tightened his hold around his waist even more and gave him a hard hug. Keeping him tucked in close to his side, he looked at the redhead and said, "Yep, guess we're done. Good seeing you, Marshall."

He pushed the laden cart one handed, still keeping an arm around Sam. Sam walked right beside him, trying to figure out what just happened. Risking a quick glance backward, he could see that the gorgeous redhead was trying to understand the same thing.

He stood beside Jacob while he paid for groceries, and then followed him out to the parking lot and his car when he was finished. A cold night wind blew in off the ocean, and overhead, the stars were glittering.

He turned his face into the wind as Jacob loaded the trunk of his SUV and didn't say a word until he'd finished and closed the lid again with a solid thunk...

"What was that about? Inside there, with Marshall?"

Jacob shrugged, and pushed the shopping cart into the area set aside for them. "Marshall's annoying. Letting him believe you and I were together was the easiest way of getting rid of him."

He might think Marshall was annoying now, but the redhead had made it all too clear that at one point in the not so distant past, Jacob had found him much more interesting.

"And you had to call me 'baby' to get that point across?"

"Seemed like a good idea at the time." Jacob tilted his head and looked at him as one corner of his mouth turned up. He took a few steps closer and with every step, he asked, "You object to 'baby'? How about 'babe'? 'Honey'? 'Darling'? 'Sweetie'?

Sam's insides were shaking, and his mouth was dry. He looked up into those blue eyes of his and couldn't read what he was thinking. Not enough lights in this parking lot. Too many shadows in the eyes, on his features.

"But am not any of those things to you, Jacob" Sam pointed out and backed up until he bumped into the car. "What if he starts telling people that he saw us together? That you called me 'baby'? That we looked like a couple."

"That would be bad?" Jacob asked looking down into his beautiful face.

"It wouldn't be honest."

"And you're always honest."

"Try to be."

"Fine," Jacob said, leaning into him and bracing both hands on his car at either side of him, "answer me this, then. And try to be honest. What would you do right now if I kissed you?"

Sam's knees went weak.

This was ridiculous.

He was a grown man. He was no shy virgin sighing with eagerness because the captain of the football team happened to notice he was alive.

Sam was still looking up into his eyes, and Jacob was still waiting for an answer to his question. Jacob's sent swirled around him, something spicy and all too male. His face was just a breath away. The heat of Jacob's body seeped into his and he felt that smoldering fire inside him erupt into something a lot more volcanic.

Sam had a choice here. He could be completely professional, and tell Jacob that he didn't want him to kiss. But that would be a big, fat lie. Or, he could be honest and tell him that if he kissed, he'd probably explode with all of the banked sexual energy he was feeling at the moment.

So what was it going to be?

Jacob licked his lips and just like that, Sam's decision was made. Three years ago, when he had first met him, he'd daydreamed about being kissed by Jacob Knight. 

Now, he was about to find out if his fantasies were as good as the reality.

"Well, Sam?"

"You want honest?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay then." Sam grabbed the lapels of his jacket and yanked him down.

Jacob's mouth closed over his and what felt like an electric charge blasted them both.

Sam wrapped his arms around his neck and held on while Jacob's tongue parted his lips and slipped into the back of his mouth. Sam sighed into him and instantly tangled his tongue with Jacob's, as eager and hungry for him as Jacob seemed to be for him.

Sam's stomach flipped, his heartbeat staggered in heavy belts and the knees that had been weak before turned to water under the onslaught of too many sensations to count.

Jacob pulled him close, pressing him to his length, and Sam felt every hard, muscled inch of him imprinting itself on his body. A throbbing ache settled between his legs as Jacob swept his hands up and down his back caressing his behind.

Sam couldn't breathe. Could hardly stand.

But at least, he thought idly, he had his answers.

The reality of kissing Jacob Knight was way better than the fantasy.

~*~*~*~

Jacob was hanging on to his common sense by a quickly unraveling thread.

Sam felt so...good in his arms. Jacob hadn't expected that. Hadn't expected Sam's taste to enflame him or for the scent of lemons to drive into his mind and cloud up his thoughts. The feel of Sam's body pressed against his only made him harder. He pulled him closer, to let him know what he was feeling, and when Sam moaned, it almost pushed him over the edge and down a very slippery slope.

However much they wanted the kiss to continue, they had to come up for air. Sam felt blinding when they parted to breath, he leaned his head back, taking a deep breath closing his eyes. Jacob was still holding him.

Jacob watched this even in a haze, taking rugged breath. Sam's exposed neck looked luscious; Jacob could feel the pulse of his neck fluttering rapidly. 

Sam's breathing slowed for a moment and was savoring Jacob's taste and gulped. 

That simple movement caused something to ignite Jacob's insides; he felt the urge to kiss that fluttering spot. His logic had failed at that instant; he followed the instincts and lowered his head to kiss those lovely spots. 

Sam felt Jacob's lips at the nape of his neck and shivered. He felt as if he was going to die of excitement. Every inch of his body was on fire. He sensed those clipped beard of Jacob scratch against his neck. His eyes rolled back and he started to moan. His hands gripped Jacob's hair and pulled his head closer against his neck. He was losing all of his senses; only thing that mattered the most at the moment was to feel Jacob's lips again against his.

Jacob was sucking the nape of his neck and heard Sam whimper. He smiled to himself. Then tenderly bit the soft spot.

"Jake..." Sam moaned wantonly. 

Jacob liked the way Sam called his name, "Jake." People closer to him call him Jake, his friends, his brothers, his mom, because they care for him, they love him, adore him. But the way Sam said his name did something to his heart, he liked the sound of it, and it was euphonic.

Jacob obliged when Sam pulled his head harder. Jacob's hardness was evident at his belly; Sam was about faint from those unnerving sensations. 




Cooking Classes Ch. 02



Jacob pulled him closer, tightened his grip around his waist, and kissed the throat, from where those sweet little moans were escaping. 

Sam pulled Jacob's head up and their lips met again. They were kissing like hungry teenagers in the parking lot of a grocery store.

Jacob had thought time would have muted the attraction that drew him closer to Sam. But it hadn't. One taste and all he could to think was...he wanted more.

One kiss, that's all this was supposed to have been. A small preview of things to come. To get Sam thinking about him. Dreaming about him.

But it was so much more.

Sam Parker.

Parker—

The name lit up his mind like a shock of neon and that was enough to have him ending the kiss, however reluctantly. Jacob pulled away, though his every instinct clamored at him to hold Sam in his arms. He took one long breath and then another, hoping to steady himself.

This wasn't the time for instincts. Or urges. This was a time for logic and cool thinking, and damned if he would risk his plan by seducing Sam in the parking lot of a damned grocery store.

Somewhere close by, a car's engine fired up, and Jacob took a step back from him, deliberately putting some distance between them. He could still taste him. Feel him.

Shoving one hand through his hair, Jacob thought that maybe Kyle had been right. It had been too long since he'd been with a man. That's why Sam had gotten him so completely. Hell, he was practically a starving man now. Was it any wonder that a tender steak looked good to him?

Jacob's gaze was locked on Sam. 

Sam leaned against the car closing his eyes, his senses now returning, lifting one hand to his mouth and holding the other hand up as if to warn Jacob to stay away. Not really necessary, Jacob thought, but got the message.

Sam was as shaken as he.

And that was a good thing, he told himself. At least he knew now that Sam would be thinking about him. Remembering their kiss, just as—he hated to admit it—he would.

"That was—"

"Sam—"

"—not something that's going to happen again," Sam finished, surprising him.

Sam straightened up, smoothed his hair and took another breath. After a second or two, opened and met his eyes with Jacob's and gave him a smile that was so forced it was more of a grimace.

"I can't say I didn't enjoy it, but Jacob, you should know that I'm not looking for a relationship."

Stunned, Jacob could only stare at him. He was giving him the-don't-expect-anything-from-me speech? Had the world gone completely crazy? His eyes were soft, his expression kind but remote, and Jacob was at a loss for something to say. This kind of thing didn't happen to him.

Men didn't turn away from Jacob Knight. They generally chased him down and did whatever they could to hang on to him.

"Excuse me?" he finally managed to say.

"Look, I'm sorry. I should have said something the minute I agreed to work for you." Sam inhaled and rushed on before he could speak. "I noticed right away that there was an...attraction between us, but I didn't think anything of it. It's my own fault; I should have said something sooner. But the truth is, I'm not looking for another man in my life—" 

He wasn't—

"I don't remember offering," Jacob said hotly, his voice tightly controlled. Anger and disbelief warred in the pit of his stomach, kicking up an ugly brew as he felt the sting of rejection for the first time in his life.

Sam ignored the jibe. "And if I were considering getting involved with someone," he continued, "it wouldn't be with you."

Completely shocked now, Jacob just stared at him, too amazed to speak for a moment. This was not how he'd seen this little chat going. He'd expected to have to talk him down from their passionate kiss. To ease him gently into the seduction he had planned. What he hadn't counted on was being insulted.

"What do you mean it wouldn't be me? What the hell is wrong with me?" Jacob finally shouted.

Sam winced and looked past him at the brightly lit grocery store as if checking to make sure no one else had come out and was listening.

Then he turned his gaze back to him. "Nothing's wrong with you, Jacob. You're just...not my type."

"Type?" Jacob echoed. This was not happening, he told himself sternly. No way was he standing in a grocery store parking lot, looking at beautiful guy and hearing that guy tell him to buzz off. This was so far out of his universe; he didn't have a clue how to handle it. But his temper was on the rise and a sudden, pounding headache erupted behind his eyes.

Crossing his arms over his hard chest, he glared at him. "What type am I then?"

"Bossy."

"Bossy isn't a type," Jacob argued, because he couldn't argue with the word itself. Sure he was bossy, but he preferred to think of that trait as confidence. All of the Knights were confident in themselves and their abilities, and they didn't suffer fools, either. They took charge, got things done and steamrolled over whomever might be dumb enough to stand in their way.

Jacob was no different.

Yeah, he had been called arrogant before, and unrelenting. And even, on occasion, egotistical. But it was a small price to pay for getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. And he wasn't about to apologize to Sam Parker—or anyone else for that matter—being the man he was.

"Just when exactly have I bossed you around?" Jacob challenged, his eyes locked with Sam's.

Sam sighed. "You haven't, in so many words. Not yet, anyway."

"Oh, so you're a fortune teller, too? You can read the future and so you know I'm going to start giving you orders?"

"I don't need to read the future," Sam told him, stiffening his spine and lifting his chin in defense against his tone. "All I have to do is look at the past."

"That makes no sense, either." Jacob told him.

"It does to me." Sam said simply.

Jacob shook his head and tried to rein in the million and one thoughts churning through his mind. Then he gave it up. How could he find logic in what was unreasonable to begin with? Was his plan for revenge going to end right here, beneath a flickering, ready-to-burn-out parking light?

"I can't believe any of this," Jacob muttered, more to himself than to Sam.

"I know. You probably don't hear it often."

His eyes narrowed. "Try never."

Sam winced. "I am sorry, but Jacob, I really need this job and I don't want us work together under false pretenses"

A part of him relaxed a little. Sam wasn't walking away at least. He was just trying to put him on notice. "Uh-huh."

"That kiss notwithstanding, I really think we should just keep our relationship to teacher and student. Okay?"

Man, Jacob thought, if Kyle were here listening to this, his brother would be laughing his ass off. Hell, if it were happening to one of his brothers, Jacob would be doing the same thing. But it was damned hard to see the humor in the situation from his perspective.

On the other hand, Jacob mused as he watched him, Sam was the one to initiate that steam inducing kiss—and he would have kept on kissing him if he hadn't called a halt and taken a step back. Say what he wanted now, he had tasted his desire, felt his need wrapping itself around him. Sam Parker wanted him as much as he wanted Sam—which would only work in his favor as he went about seducing him. Good to know that beneath his cool, prim, good-boy demeanor, Sam was burning with the same fire that was licking at his insides.

So...fine. He'd play along. Let him think he was in charge. Eventually, the game would shift in his favor. Jacob was thinking.

Things always did.

Sam was watching him warily, waiting for his response, and damned if Jacob wasn't tempted to tell him to take his rules and get lost. He'd never before had a man turn on him like this, especially after a kiss so hot—his lips still burned. And swallowing his "rules" was going to be hard to do, he knew. Yet, if he wanted his plan to work—and he really did—then he was going to have to go along with him...at least for now.

It grated, though, Jacob thought, as irritation spiked within him. He wasn't used to sublimating his own wants to anyone else's and if this is what it felt like, he had no interest in getting any better at it.

He looked at Sam and wanted him, in his arms. He looked at him and wanted to turn and walk away. He looked at him and remembered his brother stabbing him and the rest of the Knights in the back and knew without a doubt that he wasn't willing to give up on his plan. Not yet.

So he'd go along. He'd let Sam think he had won this round, because winning a battle didn't mean winning the war. When this was over, it would be him standing up and taking a bow. And it was that thought alone that had him nodding.

"Fine," Jacob growled. "We'll do this your way."

Sam blew out a breath and flashed him a grin. "That's great. You'll see, Jacob. This will all work much better now that we both know the rules."

Jacob watched him go to passenger side door and climb inside the already unlocked car. Alone in the flickering light of that lamp, Jacob clenched his jaw and promised himself that when this seduction ran its course and his payback had been achieved, he would be the one giving the not-my-type speech to Sam Parker.

That realization had him smiling all the way home.

To be continued...



Cooking Classes Ch. 02



"See, Mr. H, they're tiny."

I smiled.

"I love them Karen, I bet they are very sensitive though."

She smiled and began rubbing them.

"Oh my gawd yes! I can cum just from rubbing them."

Her eyes began to glaze as she went from rubbing to pinching. Then she abruptly stopped and laughed lightly.

"I guess I should be letting you do this huh?"

"Whatever you want Karen. You're welcome here and we just want to have fun."

The rail thin girl put her hands on the waist of her pants.

"Well, here goes!"

She shimmied her jeans down her legs and alternating, took each leg off. Then she folded her pants and laid them on the shirt and turned back around. Then we saw it.

The front of her high waisted cotton panties bulged out. At the edges where her legs began we could see the fur sticking out. I don't think I've ever seen a thicker thatch of pussy hair. Sarah's eyes widened. Karen noticed and blushed.

"Hey sis, that's why I always dress in the bathroom and not our room. I'm really hairy. I try to hide it in gym class too. The girls would tease me forever. Does it turn you off? Both of you are all shaved and clean and I look like a forest."

Sarah looked at her sister and spoke, barley above a whisper.

"Show us, please?"

Karen saw the desire in our eyes and smiled. She reached up and took the thin waistband in her delicate hands and, ever so slowly slid the little girl panties down. At first all we saw was smooth skin. Then the edge, and as she moved them lower, opening her legs slightly to help, we saw the thick mat of hair. I was never a big hair guy but suddenly I found this very exciting. My cock, which I was sure was done for the day, reached full erection. Karen stopped, her panties across the very tops of her legs, covering where her slit would start, if we could see it.

"I guess you both like this, Mr. H?"

I idly reached down and began to stroke my cock. Looking over I saw Sarah had her hand down and she was lightly rubbing her clit and smiling.

"Yes we do. Please don't stop."

"Sure." 

She went to shove her panties down but stopped. She just stared.

"I've never seen anybody masturbate, much less a guy and a girl, and my sister too. This is so exciting!"

She slid her panties off her legs and folded them too. She stood and watched us, her fingers moving back into the thick muff at her apex. There we were, all of us masturbating and watching each other. Karen finally asked.

"Now what?"

Sarah looked at me.

"Well, Karen, whatever you want. You've already licked your sister's pussy, what else do you want to do?"

Karen matter of factly climbed up on the bed and slid in between us. She looked thoughtful.

"I never thought anything like this would happen. I guess I want to try it all."

Sarah smiled. "All? Like what sis?"

Karen was the slightly more serious sister, very analytical. 

"Well, I wanted to lick you, and I did. I want to do that again, I really liked that. I want to suck your cock Mr. H. Like I said, I'm not sure about boys but I need to find out. Oh, and I suppose I should let you fuck me too. I'm a virgin, but my cherry's gone, so there won't be any blood, just you'll have to be careful, I've only put my fingers and Sarah's hair brush up there."

Sarah made a face.

"We have the same brush!"

Karen blushed.

"Yeah, but I love the idea of you holding the brush in your hand that I had up my pussy. I was hoping you'd want to lick me too."

Now Sarah blushed. I turned to her.

"Well Sarah, what do you think of all this? Is this a problem?"

Sarah looked a little uncomfortable then she smiled.

"Well, if you'd asked me yesterday if I'd like having a girl lick my pussy, I probably would have said no. If you asked me if I'd let my sister lick my pussy I definitely would have said no. But after what just happened, I'll try anything."

Karen jumped off the bed.

"Super! I'm gonna go shower quick. This muff is much more fun when it's nice and clean. I actually shampoo it, conditioner too!"

With that she was gone, leaving Sarah and I to just gape at each other.

"Well, baby, that sure wasn't what we were expecting today, was it?"

Sarah just looked at me.

"Never in a million years would I have thought my sister was like that."

I had reason to think differently but kept it to myself.

"You cool with this? You know Karen's going to want you to..."

Sarah smiled.

"Yes, my sister will want me to eat her furry pussy. I know. Hey, why not? I'll try."

I smiled broadly

"MMMMM you know I'll like that. I could help distract you, you know."

Sarah got her nasty look.

"Oh, by fucking me from behind while I suck my sister's cunt? Or maybe by eating MY pussy?"

I bowed my head.

"Anything you young body desires, my love."

She just smiled. Karen came bounding back into the room, still very naked but now she had a light sheen of moisture on her and was redolent with the scents of the bath. She looked good enough to eat.

"I'm ready!"

Sarah smiled at her sibling.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

Karen climbed up on the bed and cuddled her sister. Sarah settled into her arms.

"Jack, I think I like this. I never considered it, but it feels nice. You don't mind do you?"

My cock was nice and hard. I wiggled it a little

"What do you think?"

She giggled. As I watched Karen's mouth moved closer and soon the sisters were kissing deeply. As she was being kissed, Sarah began to let her hands roam over her younger sibling's body. First just her back, then her shoulders and then Sarah began to massage her sister's tiny tits. Karen broke their kiss and just lay back.

"Touch me sis, you too Jack. Touch me everywhere. I've let boys touch me but it's so fast and clumsy. This feels amazing!"

Sarah gave me her wicked smile and I moved to the other side of the youngest member of my best friend's family. I began at her feet, slowly massaging one and then the other. Sarah was kissing her again as she pinched and pulled her nipples. Karen's legs opened wide and even with her thick pubic hair I could see she was very wet and open. Her fingers moved down and I watched as she began to rub her clit. She was panting, hard.

"Oh fuck sis, don't stop! That feels so amazing. I'm going to cum any second. I never knew sex was this good. I want more. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!"

Her hips arched off the bed as she pressed her fingers down her slit and two disappeared into her pussy.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH YYYYEEESSSS!"

After a few seconds she flopped back down and Sarah stopped pinching her nips. I was still massaging her legs as I knew she'd like that. The young lady was a sweaty wreck, but smiling.

"I told you that would make me cum. I'm ready for more."

Sarah cocked her head.

"Like what sis? We're ready for anything."

Karen looked at me.

"Mr. H, can I play with it?"

I lay back on the bed letting my hard cock lay flat against me, sort of.

"I'd love that."

Karen came over and gently began a tactile examination of my cock and balls. It was nice, but a bit clinical. I looked at Sarah and she was smirking.

"My sister is a bit scientific. It may take a minute or two before she decides to suck your cock."

Karen got red

"Sarah! How do you know I want to?"

Sarah smacked her firm teen ass.

"Because you're my sister and if you're half as sex crazy as I am you can't wait to have Jack's hard dick in that little mouth of yours, so just do it, you'll love it."

Karen grinned at her sister. She took my cock in her hand and smiled at me as she slowly let her lips caress the head. She paused. I saw her lick her lips.

"That's pre-cum, cowpers fliud, it's a natural lubricant. It doesn't have much taste."

"No, not much at all. What about your cum, Mr. H?"

Sarah jumped in.

"Sis, it will be stronger, but you need to taste it to find out. I love it, Jack can cum in my mouth any time he wants. But right now I need something else."

With that Sarah threw one of her skinny legs over me and I watched as she positioned her pussy right over my face. Then she stopped. She climbed off and re-positioned so that she was facing Karen who now had at least two inches of my dick in her mouth.

"I want to watch my sister suck your cock while I cum all over your face. You don't mind, do you Jack?"

I reached up and pulled her slim hips down. She sighed as my mouth began to massage her young lips.

"Karen, he licks me so nicely! You have to have him go down on you!"

Karen was still exploring my cock with her mouth. Not really sucking yet but she was giving me a big thrill anyway. All I could see was Sarah's cute little butt hole right in front of my face but I could hear them. I felt Karen's mouth leave my cock.

"Maybe he'll be the second person to go down on me, sis."

Sarah stopped wiggling her pussy on my face. I took the second to curl my tongue and shove it in her slit. Her sister's comment had surprised her and my tongue gave her another one. She squeaked.

"Oh fuck Jack, that's nice. Oh sis, I've never done that, but if you want me to, I'll try it. I've tasted my pussy so yours must taste the same, right?"

I felt Karen's breath on the head of my cock as she spoke just before putting me back in her mouth.

"I hope so, I like the way you taste, a lot!"

Now she was blowing me. She was a total amateur but was learning fast. As for me I was eating teen pussy and Sarah was cumming all over my face.

"Oh fuck Jack you know how to make me cum!"

She climbed off me and Karen let my cock slip from her mouth. I propped myself up on my elbows. Karen was giving her sister a look. Sarah saw it and knew immediately.

"Get ready Kar, your older sister is about to lick her first pussy."

Karen squirmed and giggled at the same time. She got out from between my legs and moved up next to me. Sarah took a pillow and moved between her legs. Karen was looking at me.

"I bet you're gonna love watching this, aren't you?'

I just smiled and reached over to rub her nipple.

"Oh I'm not going to just watch. We want to make sure Sarah gets all of you, right?"

She giggled.

"Fuck yeah! This is going to be fun!"

Sarah gave her a tap on her thigh and Karen looked down. She lifted her trim ass and the pillow was soon under her butt. Hmm, those pillow cases were going to need a bath later, or a display case.

Sarah sat on her knees between her sister's legs. She was sort of studying her pussy. Karen opened and closed her legs. I was gently tweaking her nipple.

"Come on sis, I'm dying here! I've never had my pussy licked!"

"Oh hush, Karen, give me a minute. This wasn't exactly my idea you know."

I watched as Sarah lay down and slowly moved her face closer to the swath of fur that covered her sister's vagina. Her face was nearly in contact when she stopped.

"Hey! Your pussy smells like my hair!"

Karen giggled

I know, I use your shampoo. I've dreamed of this for a long time and I wanted it to be good."

Sarah gently put her hands on Karen's thighs and pressed back. Her lips were caressing Karen's fur as she moved closer. The Karen sighed and Sarah's face was pressed in close.

"Sarah, that tickles!"

She shifted a little and then Karen's face changed.

"YES! That's it! Right there! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Sarah's eyes went up and looked right into her sister's. Karen's hand went down and stroked her sister's hair.

"That feels nice Sarah. How do I taste?"

Sarah pulled back. Her face was shiny with Karen's juice.

"Not bad, sis, not bad. I kinda like it, actually."

With that she planted her face back in Karen's snatch and the fun began. Karen is quite vocal.

"OH FUCK SARAH! Yeah! Right there! OHHHHHHHHH YEEESSSSS! Oh that's feels sooo good! I love this! "

She was humping her hips towards her sister's mouth and had her hands in her hair. Sarah was getting into it too. I saw her slip a hand up under her chin. Karen's eyes bugged out.

"OHHHHHH Sarah! Finger me, sis! Oh fuck that's good. Yes yes yes!"

This went on for a few minutes. I was mesmerized by the sight of two sisters having sex. It was a first for me. Then Karen started huffing.

"gonna cum! Gonna cum! Gonna cum...CUMMMING! ohh fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkk!"

I watched Sarah, I wanted to see if she balked at having Karen's juice running into her mouth. She seemed to go deeper as her sister orgasmed on her face. I think she liked it. As Karen collapsed and panted, Sarah got out from between her sister's legs. Karen's fur was shiny with her dew and the room now reeked of sexually stimulated women. Sarah climbed on top of me and wrapped her thin arms around me as she kissed me, sharing the taste of her younger sister. It made me want to get it from the source. Her small hand reached down and began to stroke my cock.

"Please stop darling or I'll cum right now. You two put on quite a show and I'm horny as hell."

Sarah stopped and smiled her wicked little smile.

"Hear that sis? Jack needs a pussy to put this big dick in. Care to try it?"

Karen rolled over and looked at my prick. She gently took it in her hand and fondled it. She smiled. 

"I want to but you're going to have to go slow and be real careful. Nothing this big has been in my fur yet."

Sarah stroked her sister.

"He's amazing sis. He knows just what to do."

Karen shrugged.

"Sure, how do you want me to lie?"

Sarah became the virginity losing cruise director.

"Jack, lay down. Karen you're going to ride him. No, not that way, turn so you're facing him. That's it."

Her sister was poised above my quivering cock. Her hips were splayed wide to straddle me. I could smell her scent and I saw droplets of girl cum glistening in her pubic hair. She smiled down at me as Sarah took my cock and swiped it back and forth over her sister's damp slit. Then she bent down and slid my cock in her mouth. It felt wonderful. Sarah was a good cocksucker. She let it go after a couple of passes.

"She was wet enough, I just had to taste you before you fuck my little sister."

Sarah held my dick and tapped her sister on the hips. Karen lowered herself till the look on her face and the feeling in my cock told me we are at the point of contact. I smiled.

"You feel nice Karen."

She smiled nervously.

"I guess it's time."

"Karen, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

As she spoke, Karen began to settle down. I felt my cock slide into the warm vise of virgin pussy.

"I want to. I really want to. Ohhhhh you are sooooo big! Hold on."

She paused with three inches of me inside her. It felt so tight, so warm, so wet. Sarah was next to her; rubbing her back and smiling alternately at me. Karen moved back up and then slid back down, slowly, until she was sitting on me, my cock fully inside her. She was panting.

"I had NO idea it would feel this good sis!"

Sarah giggled.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Go for it sis, fuck him!"

Karen smiled and began to slowly post on my cock. She'd go up till I almost fell out and then slide down till our bodies met. As she got more comfortable the pace picked up. Within minutes she was riding me hard.

"Oh FUCK this is good sis! I love fucking men! 

As I watched this lithe teen bury my cock, Karen got more and more excited. In five minutes she had her first one.

"Ohhhhhhh yeeeeessssssssss! FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!"

She stopped and quivered as she came all over my cock. I looked down and watched as my crotch was flooded. Karen caught her breath and went back to fucking me. I looked over and Sarah was rubbing and fingering herself like mad. She just smiled at me and waved with her dry hand. Karen was racing for her second cum now.

"Fuck fuck fuck, ohhh fuck, gotta cum again! So sore but so horny! Oh fuck this is good! AHHHHHHHHHH!"

She froze on top of me again and I felt the hot wet sea engulf me. Karen moved up and this time let my cock free.

"Oh shit that's good but I hurt so much! Sorry Mr. H."

Sarah's eyes lit up with the unexpected opportunity.

"YES!"

Was all she said as she leaped over and mounted me.

"I need to cum Jack and so do you, let's do it. Fuck me!"

With that she began to cinder shift. I love that. I felt my cock massage the front and the back of her tunnel as we fucked. I knew I wasn't going to last long. Five minutes was all it took.

"Gonna cum Sarah. Oh fuck, so close. Don't stop little girl!"

She loved the little girl comment, it made her pick up the pace.

"Me too Jack. You're little girls gonna cum all over you. Cum with me! OHHHFUUUUUCCCKKK!"

She buried me in her. I reached down and picked up her hips, she was so light I could pick her up and down the few strokes I needed to push me over the edge. As I felt the surge through my balls I let her drop and her hips slapped mine as we came. I felt as if my toes were being pushed through my cock. Sarah convulsed on top of me and Karen stood and stared. We froze for a few seconds and then we just sat there panting. Karen was stunned.

"How many times have you two done this?"

Sarah smiled.

"This is the second time, right Jack?'

I nodded. Sarah climbed off of me. My whole midsection looked like it had been hosed. The girls stood next to the bed naked. I just lay there and looked at them. They were beautiful. Sarah finally spoke.

"We need to shower up and get home. Mom's gonna wonder why we've been here so long."

She took her sister's arm and headed for the bath. I knew what she said was not really true but then again things had happened today that were not a part of the original plan. I decided to check in on Flo.

I peeked my head into the den. She was passed out in the recliner, the vibrator still half in her pussy and the chair was covered in her spend. The screen showed the now empty bedroom and I tapped the laptop to stop the recording. I let her sleep.

Believe it or not, that night Flo was still too beat to fuck. We made up for it the next morning. The girls are nice but my Flo is the best sex partner I've ever had.

That afternoon the phone rang. I saw from the display it was the Flax's. I picked it up and heard Betty's voice. She seemed tense.

"Jack, glad I caught you. You and Flo doing anything tonight?"

"Nope Betty, no plans."

"Wanna do dinner over here?"

"Sure."

Her voice changed.

"Good, it seems we have a few things to talk about."



Cooking Classes Ch. 03



This story contains group sex, incest and swinging. If any of this is not to your liking, move on.




The evening was warm but not hot. Flo and I had walked over in our robes and we were all sitting around Hank and Betty's pool. A warm breeze drifted over us and the outside speakers were playing light jazz. Hank was grilling burgers and Betty had laid out a salad and chips. Beers and wine coolers got opened and the conversation flowed. Nobody went swimming, it was our practice to eat and drink before we swam. After we cleaned up dinner I got a fresh beer and went back to my lounge. The conversation had been generic. At eight we saw the girls leave. That's when it got interesting. 

Betty got up and slowly walked over to my lounge, straddling my legs as they lay out flat. She's a good looking woman younger than me, her 40 to my 49. Tall, five eleven, and thin, just like her girls. The robe masked her small B cup breasts in its terrycloth folds. Her brunette hair was long, almost to her ass; her legs just go on forever. Hank's a lucky guy. However, right now, Betty had a stern look on her face. She put her hands on her hips and fixed me with a steady look. 

"So, Jack Harrison, just exactly how long have you been fucking my daughter?"

I looked at Flo, who had a very knowing smile on her face. We had been keeping the secret. She winked at me. I leaned back and untied my robe, letting it fall to my sides; I was naked underneath, my shaved cock already showing signs of life. I smiled at Betty and dropped my bomb.

"Which one?"

Betty's jaw fell open so far you could see her tonsils. Just as quickly it snapped shut.

"You shit! You're fucking both my girls and you didn't tell us?"

I looked over at Hank and he had a guilty look, Betty saw it.

"You knew?"

Hank smiled. His hand flicked his robe open and off, showing his totally shaved body.

"Not before, because it kinda just happened, but Jack told me right after. We had told him to let things evolve, you know."

Betty smiled her wicked little smile. She casually untied her robe and let it fall open, revealing nothing but skin underneath. Her expression softened into a warm leer as she shrugged her shoulders and let the robe fall off her naked frame.

Flo stood up and shed her robe. I pulled my arms out of mine and now we were all naked. We'd been swapping for a long time, actually before they moved next door. The house came up for sale six months after we met on the swinger web site. It's worked out rather well. We usually had our sex parties at our house since our girls were off at college but we were switching it up tonight since Betty and Hank were alone. Betty looked back at me and I watched her hand move between her open legs. Her finger made little circle motions and her breathing began to get heavier. 

"I have to see those videos Jack."

I reached over and pulled out my tablet. We moved under the overhang where they had a big screen TV. A quick plug in and an HD picture was up showing me face deep between Sarah's thighs. As I turned around from making the connection, Betty had already laid out the cushions from the lounges on the floor and the ladies were stretched out on them. Betty had three fingers in Flo's pussy as Flo buried fingers in hers. Hank and I were stroking ourselves as we watched me having sex with Sarah. Betty was breathless.

"Ohhhh fuck that's hot! Deeper Flo, harder. Oh fuck sooo good! She's a nympho, just like me, can't get enough! Oh Flo darling, eat me, please?" 

Betty is a nympho too. I'm not sure she's diagnosed or anything but she needs to have sex at least once a day. If she wasn't married to Hank she'd be fucking everybody. As it is Hank makes sure there are enough men, and a few boys to keep her happy. Hank and I moved over till we were standing over them. I looked over. Hank's cock is just a little shorter than mine but thicker and he's not cut. By now his foreskin was wrapped around the head of his cock and the knob was shiny with his pre-cum. I'm not into guys but I appreciate the human form. It was interesting to watch another man masturbate. We've done it before, the girls love to watch us do it and spew all over them. That wasn't my plan tonight.

Back on the screen I was fucking Sarah on our kitchen table as she let loose with nearly non-stop lusty talk. Flo, of course saw it all in real time but Betty was blown away. I think she was up to three orgasms and that was just from Flo fingering her. Betty rolled away from Flo, gasping.

"Hank, Jack help me! I HAVE to have a cock in me, now!"

I was quicker than Hank and was on my knees between her thighs in an instant. I knew what was going to happen and glanced over to see Flo straddling Hank and getting ready to mount him. I love watching my wife have sex and I love being watched, we all do, it's a big part of what drew us together. Just as I'm about to slide into Betty she puts her hand on my chest and stops me.

"No, let's go out on the pool deck, it's too warm in here."

We all get up, horny as teenagers and go back outside. We threw down all the lounge pads and got back to having fun. Betty was on her back, her long lean legs wide and waiting. I looked down and her slit was running with a mix of clear and milky white love sauce. Her inner lips were wide and folded over the outer ones. I stopped for a second to appreciate the beauty of an excited woman. I waited too long.

"Dammit Jack, FUCK ME!" She giggled.

As I lined up my cock I looked over. Flo was over Hank and had his prick centered. Then, as he loves to do, she locked eyes with me as she slid her luscious pussy down over another man's cock. She is so fucking wicked. Her eyes rolled back and she sighed as she spoke.

"Thank you Jack, thank you for everything."

A romantic swinging hot wife, yeah don't get any better. I looked down at the wanton expression on Betty's face. I leaned forward and as my cock pressed her lips open she took those amazing legs and wrapped them around my shoulders, making the angle perfect. Now we locked eyes.

"Hard, Jack, really hard, you know how I like it."

I have left her inner thighs bruised sometimes. I feel badly but what the lady wants...

I grabbed her thin waist and I was off. I rammed myself in till our bodies slapped in contact. She gasped.

"OH FUCK! THAT'S IT! OH FUCKING JACK! RAM ME BABY!"

I had my big hands clamped on her upper thighs as I fucked my best friend's wife as hard as I possibly could. I knew she was going to have a huge orgasm and then need to rest, and I knew it would be soon. The foreplay with Flo had set her up for this. I wanted to hold off, I'm not twenty anymore and I wanted to fuck Flo as they watched, its' fun. 

As my cock rammed in and out there was a steady flow of her fluids. I was covered, the lounge pad was covered and even outdoors the air was full of her scent. I looked over as I panted, trying like hell to please Betty, and watched Flo, she's much gentler. She was cinder shifting on Hank and he just lay there and fondled her tits. He loves the fact that Flo is such a different lover. But she talks too.

"Oh Hank, I love your cock! I can feel the head running up my pussy. I love fucking you."

Hank gave as good as he got.

"Flo baby, I love that body of yours. Your pussy feels fucking great! Come on doll, a little harder, I want you to cum all over me."

Flo smiled and picked up her pace.

"Hank, I cum a lot, you ready?"

He knew that. He was panting now. He likes to hold out too but the video got him going.

"Damn Flo you're gonna make me cum too!"

I was still ramming Betty into the pool deck but she was on the edge.

"JACK! I'M FUCKIN CUMMING! OH FUCK DO NOT STOP FUCKING ME!"

Then I felt it. A gush came out of her pussy as she quaked and I swear her eyes rolled back into her head. I'd been with her probably 20 times; I'd never seen this before. She said no words just unintelligible syllables. By now both Flo and Hank had cum and they just lay there, still coupled and watched Betty. After, I don't know, thirty seconds she took a deep gasping breath. I slid out, pushed out by a wave of fluid that ran down the crack of her hot skinny ass and pooled under her. I released her legs and gently lay her out. She was panting now, and smiling. We stared and soon she spoke.

"I guess finding out my oldest daughter is a nympho like her mom got me a little excited, huh?"

Flo got off of Hank and he rolled over and embraced his sweaty wife.

"You looked amazing, baby."

As they cuddled Flo looked at me. My cock was still hard.

"You didn't cum, did you?" She smiled

"No. You know how we usually do it; I like to hold off as long as I can. You all got ahead of me."

My wife opened her legs and leaned back. I could see Hank's cum running out of my wife's shaved pussy and down her sleek leg. I grinned. Flo took a finger full and tasted it.

"Yeah, we kinda did. But we need to solve that boner problem you're having."

Flo flipped the pad over to a dry side and just lay back and spread. She knows my favorite position is on top, looking right in her eyes, especially when we are in a group. It may sound fucked up, but it's our bonding moment. I nestled between my wife's legs and slid my cock into her pussy, well lubed by her fluids and Hank's cum. No, I don't mind that at all. I won't go down on her once we all start fucking because I'm not really interested in what my best friend tastes like, but I have no problem ramming his cum back up a pussy or two. 

My arms were under her shoulders and our eyes were locked as I slid in. We sighed. I really love that moment. We fucked steadily and smoothly, enjoying the feeling, the heat, the closeness, and of course being watched. I looked over at Hank and Betty, they were just lying there fondling and watching us. They know we love it. Then something caught my eye, movement, above.

The second floor bedroom has a small balcony. The way the porch roof was angled and the way Flo and I were positioned only Flo and I could see inside the open slider. Standing there, were two naked teenagers. One shaved smooth and one with a furry muff. They were alternately watching me and kissing each other. As I slid in and out of Flo's succulent pussy Sarah and Karen began fondling each other, their hands roaming over their small breasts and between each other's legs. They'd stop and smile at me, pointing at Flo, who couldn't see them because my body blocked her view. After a few minutes of this I put my mouth by her ear.

"Wanna see something cool? Take your right hand and point to the second floor of the house and give a thumb's up."

I think she knew because her hand shot up. I looked back up and Sarah pointed at herself and Karen and gave a quizzical look. I smiled and made an OK ring and waved them out. Now it got fun. The girls got out on the balcony, where, they might actually be seen by neighbors, but not likely. They smiled a wicked smile and Karen leaned back against the rail as Sarah kneeled down and gently pressed her face into her sister's pussy. Karen's eyes closed and her mouth opened. I whispered to Flo.

"Can you see them?"

She was looking.

"Oh fuck yes! Jack it's going to make me cum!"

I was pumping harder now.

"Oh fuck; me too. Do we tell them?"

"No, OH FUCK Jack harder! Dammit, make me cum!"

We ignored the lesbian incest and raced to our collective orgasm. I fucked my wife hard and looked over to see Betty being held tight by Hank, his hand between her now open legs. As Flo and I peaked Hank's shiny hand left Betty's cleft. I looked up and the girls were gone. I smiled at Flo.

After that we all took a long break. We swam some, had a few more drinks and chatted. We were all still naked, of course. We liked hanging out naked. I was wondering if events might transpire that would permit more of this with a bigger group.

After a half an hour we men had recharged our sex batteries.               While Hank and I were resting Betty and Flo had given each other a massage, which morphed into kissing and now, as we watched they slid into a 69 and aggressively ate each other's pussy. It was dark by now and nobody had turned on the pool deck lights. Neither of the women were speaking, all Hank and I heard was moaning punctuated by the liquid smack of lips sucking clits. As we watched both of them grunted and froze, their bodies twitching in mutual orgasm, nice timing. They've been practicing, I suspect. They rolled apart, gasping. Flo looked at me.

"Oh how I love to do that!"

"What about us?"

We looked up and coming out of the sliding door from the house were Sarah and Karen, naked. All they were wearing were smiles. Karen went to her mother's lounge and sat on the edge. Sarah went over and sat on her dad's lap. Both parents were smiling. I looked at Flo and she winked.

Sarah spoke.

"Father, Mrs. Harrison had a little talk with me today. It seems that Mr. Harrison fucking me was no accident, even though I initiated it. It seems that you knew I was interested and both of you planned this with Jack. Karen was the real surprise, for all of us, right?"

As she was speaking Sarah was lap dancing her father with predictable results. He just lay back and let it happen.

"Well, Sarah dear, I did know some of it but I didn't know it all till tonight. Yes, we did give you opportunity to seduce poor Mr. H but we had no idea Karen would find you two and certainly no idea she was into family loving."

Now Sarah got off of her father's lap, revealing his nice erection. She came over to my lounge and moved between my legs. 

"Well, parents, you've seen the video, care to see the real thing?"

It wasn't a question. Sarah took my cock in her hot little mouth and began sucking. She moved till her skinny ass was waving in the air. She took her mouth off my cock and looked back at her father.

"Come on dad, you know you want to."

That grew my dick even more. As Sarah took me back in her mouth I watched Hank look at Betty, who just smiled and waved. He got up and walked over, positioning himself behind his oldest daughter.

"Are you sure Sarah?"

"I've wanted to fuck you for three years dad, now's the time."

He put one hand on her hip and held his cock with the other. He gave it a few good swipes up and down her slot and then put it in position.

"You ready baby?"

Sarah got her mouth off my dick.

"Fuck me dad, fuck your daughter."

She groaned as Hank slid his rod up her sheath. He didn't stop till he hit bottom. Sarah' eyes rolled.

"Ohhhhh Jack! He may be better that you!"

I smiled and then I heard Karen talking to her mother.

"So mom, I saw you and Mrs. H. You like women too, how about girls?"

Betty just smiled and reached behind her to lower the back of the lounge till it was flat. Then, as Karen got up, she spread her legs nice and wide and smiled at her daughter.

"Let's find out."

Karen smiled and moved to lie between her mother's legs. She moved forward till her young face was up against her mom's pussy. Betty moaned.

"Ohhhhh I could get used to this!"

By now Sarah had given up trying to suck my cock while her father fucked her. I managed to slip out and took the lounge next to Flo. She smiled at me. We were happy to watch a family develop and new and closer kind of love.

"Bet you never thought it would end like this huh?"

"Not in a million years doll, but now swapping nights just got a whole lot more interesting.

Hank was really giving it to Sarah. I now saw where she gets her sex chat from.

"Oh Sarah! You're so damn tight. Dad's not going to last long."

"Go ahead dad, cum in me! Fill your girl up! Oh FUCK this is good!"

Betty was in the same place.

"Oh Karen honey, you are so good! Mom loves the way you're licking her. Suck my clit darling, mom needs to cum!"

My dick was up again, I wouldn't have thought it possible, and Flo already had fingers going. We looked at each other.

"This is so fucking hot!"

My wife moaned. I got off my lounge and moved to hers.

"Yeah, Jack, that's what I need. That big fat cock. But wait."

She got on her hands and knees.

"Get behind me, then you can fuck and we can watch. I don't want to miss a second of this."

I held my wife's hips and slipped my dick into its favorite home. Flo sighed.

"Ohhhh yeah! Fuck me Jack! Fuck your horny pervert wife while we watch out friends have sex with their kids."

"Oh Karen baby, mom's gonna cum. You ready?"

Hank was there.

"Oh fuck Sarah, I'm cummin!"

He slammed his daughter one more time and just laid his head back and groaned as he came. Sarah moved her hand and was rubbing her own clit.

Karen' answer was to slip two fingers into her mother; that did it."

"OOOOHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!"

Betty twitched and I watched Karen trying to swallow.

Hank pulled out of Sarah, she looked over her shoulder at me.

"Please? I need to cum."

Flo pulled away from me.

"Finish her, butdon't you dare cum, that load is for me."

As I moved to Sarah's lounge I noticed that Betty and Karen had switched places. Mom was now licking out her little girl.

"Ohhhhh mom! You're so good! It feels amazing!"

Sarah was wiggling her little ass.

"Please Jack, hurry!"

I moved behind her and as soon as I was lined up, I rammed in hard."

"OOOOFFFFF! OH FUCK!"

Was all the horny teen could say. I held her trim hips and plunged in, over and over. I was pushing her to cum. I let my finger wander to her cute little ass. With a little pussy lube I began to press. That was all it took.

"OOHFUCK,OHFUCK,OHFUCK!"

She twitched under me as I felt her wave wash over my cock. As she fell forward onto the lounge I moved back and mounted Flo. It didn't take long till she had a nice orgasm and I managed to shoot another load.

The six of us just hung out and talked. The girls explained how they got to where they are and everybody seemed to be cool. We worked out some rules and it was good. But it was getting late. As Flo and I put on our robes to leave Hank spoke.

"Hey Jack, ummm since my girls seem to like having sex with their family, uh, do you think your girls would be interested?"

I looked at Flo and smiled. He had the wrong tense on that verb.