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Recovering Ch. 01

By: jay.palin



By jay.palin © 2008. All Rights Reserved.

All characters are at least 18 years old.

My 22 year marriage was over, for reasons too numerous to mention. Our two kids were grown, had graduated from college early, and my former wife had naturally gotten the house in the divorce. My dad had died many years before and Mom had passed on more recently, leaving me as trustee of my folks' estate which included my two sisters. Since I was, in effect, property-less, I'd bought a vacation home from the estate to live in: a two-bedroom lakeside cabin that required some work in the northern California mountains not far from the Nevada border.

There were two reasons I'd bought the cabin, other than needing a place to live. First, I had pleasant memories of vacations there with our extended family, the surrounding neighbors and their kids; and second, I hungered for the opportunity to work on projects of my own. Years of deferred maintenance on the cabin, and the boat that Dad had kept in pristine shape when he was alive, beckoned for my attention. Only with such personal accomplishment could I erase the sense of emptiness that seemed to dog me every day.

There's another reason I'd moved to the lake: to get out of the city so I could write a book I'd been planning for years. I was a founding partner of a construction firm that had done well due to landing some large building contracts in the 90s. As a design engineer I'd finally been able to take a year off to write and lick my wounds. Not that I was emotionally shattered; it's just that my confidence with people, especially women, was a bit shaken from the divorce. I honestly believed that, at age 44, I'd never again be close to a female, much less get married again. The image of a solitary writer was therefore appealing to me. 

So, I hadn't come to the lake for a social life. If I got lonely I could go to South Lake Tahoe, or roust my elderly neighbor, Buster, next door. In the past he'd always spared the time for a beer and a chat. When Mom had been alive, for years his and our extended families had gotten together for touch football games and picnics on holiday weekends on the large grass field between the two houses. In fact I'd called him the night I'd recently arrived and asked if he knew of a cleaning person to give me a hand with the place. He'd recommended his granddaughter, Jamie, and agreed to send her over. She'd just graduated from high school a couple of months earlier and had become an experienced house cleaner. I remembered Jamie from years before when she'd been a child, then later as an early teen after she'd been adopted by her grandparents and moved in with them. 

The following afternoon I was sitting at my desk in my usual uniform of cargo shorts and sandals, leaning back and daydreaming while looking at Buster's two story house next door on the rise of land leading down to the lake shore fifty yards away. A screen door slammed and a young, deeply-tanned brunette woman in a short yellow dress appeared, walking slowly down the stairway along the side of the house to the beach level. Even from a distance it was obvious that she had a curvaceous body with full, luscious breasts and a high, prominent butt. I stood and unashamedly grabbed my binoculars from the desk drawer, focusing on her as she proceeded across Buster's yard onto my property. My Gawd! Could this be Jamie? 

Her breasts seemed to defy gravity as she proudly thrust her shoulders back on a torso that narrowed down to a very small, wasp waist. She had a high-hipped bottom that I seemed to remember from years before…about the time when Buster's granddaughter had been studying ballet as a teen. This young woman was clearly an adult, though, and had mastered her movements so that her buttocks rolled sensually forward and backward rather than from side to side each time she took a step. It was Jamie, alright. No doubt the years she'd spent as a ballet student when young had kept her from growing broad hips, while at the same time that experience had done marvelous things for developing her leg muscles. I observed those legs perversely, watching her trip along the path, the daffodils kissing at her shapely ankles, calves and thighs…mmmm, those thighs that could crush…I've got to stop this, now! I thought, putting down the binoculars just before she knocked on the open French doors of my cabin. As she stood in the doorway with the sun behind her, the outline of her muscular pelvis – from waist to mid-thigh – shone through her thin dress, making the blood surge in my groin sexually for the first time in several months.

"Jess?" she called out, straining her eyes to see into the shadows of my living room.

"Yeah! It's Jamie, isn't it?" I said, pulling on a polo shirt as I did so. 

"Oh, please don't get dressed on my account," she said. "Gramps…uhhh…Buster said you were lookin' for a house cleaner."

"Right! Come in and make yourself comfortable. It's been years since I've seen you…now you're all…uuh…grown up. I can't believe how…how…". Try as I might, I couldn't find the right word. Instead, I just collapsed in my reclining leather desk chair and, leaning back in it, somehow felt comforted by its creaking noise, as I'd been for so many years in my office at work. I was comfortable, that is, until Jamie slowly ambled over – in a slow, sensuous, hip-thrusting walk – and perched in front of me on the edge of my desk.

Her dark brown – almost black – hair was done up in a bun on the back of her head, like a ballerina. Her hazel eyes blazed brightly – inherited from her Anglo mother; her father, whom she'd never seen, had been from Mexico – and her light tan lips seemed reluctant to close on anything except a moistening tongue. Her yellow mini-dress was held up by spaghetti straps and seemed molded to her breasts, which appeared as if they were about to leap out of their confinement. 

She placed both hands stiff-armed on either side of her thighs and scooted backward, crossing her legs, which gave me a straight-on view of what I judged to be two of the finest limbs in the State of California. "Yes? You were sayin'?" she said, looking at me with a flicker of female self-knowledge in her eyes as I began breathing again. "Gramps also said you got a divorce. I'm so sorry. Your wife was beautiful – like a model or somethin' – but not at all like you. For the past eight or ten years I've been watchin' your marriage…wonderin' if it would last."

I couldn't believe what she'd just said. She was so young…couldn't be more than eighteen, nineteen at the most. Looking up from her luscious crossed legs I broke the silence. "Well, the last time you and I spent any time together was when you were about ten years old, playing football. Remember when we faced one another on opposite sides of the ball?"

"O' course!" she said. "I also remember that rather than knock me down you picked me up and carried me all over the field while you were chasin' whoever had the ball…you were so strong…then we fell into a pile. I followed you around the rest of the day, remember? That's when I was first in love with you."

"A harmless, childhood crush, Jamie," I said, dismissively. Actually, she'd fawned over me during her childhood years 'til I'd become embarrassed.

"Remember, Jess, I didn't grow up with a father. I carried that memory with me 'til I was a teen, when you broke my heart."

"How did I do that?" I asked.

"You were up here with your family on Halloween a few years ago and I watched you from my bedroom window 'til your Mom, wife and kids went out. It was in the evening and I was in my trick or treat costume…a princess. I knocked on the door and did a hot, sexy dance for you – even flashin' my titties – but all you said was, 'Here's some candy, neighbor kid'. I went home and cried."

"Well what'd you expect? I was a married family man and you were underage. Besides, your mother had just gone to prison and my wife…".

"How did you know that?" she interrupted. "Nobody outside my family was supposed to know!" she said, her voice cracking slightly as she looked away. 

Things grew awkwardly quiet suddenly and I was afraid she was about to cry. "I heard it from my wife. Relax, honey! Your secret's safe with me," I assured her. I realized I'd ventured into forbidden territory, admitting that I knew her mother had been convicted of murder. Honestly contrite, I leaned forward and put both hands tenderly on her silken knee and patted it a couple of times. She turned her head back to me, suddenly uncrossed her legs, grabbed both my wrists, and pulled herself onto me so that both of my hands slipped between the smooth tan hardness of her thighs. The only thing that stopped me was that my fingers jammed into her moist crotch. 

For just a second or two she ground her vulva against me and gasped, "Ooh, Jess, I've been so afraid you'd hate me cuz my mom went to jail, 'n' I've been hot for you for so long. You're so… . Please! I know I'd be good for you!"

I froze, momentarily confused by the soap-opera dramatics of her sudden confession. I knew what I wanted to do, but of course I hesitated because of everything I'd ever been taught was proper. In addition, my former wife had lectured me about Jamie's worship of me when she'd been a young teen. Now I tried to make my refusal as painless – and sound as credible – as possible. "Whoa, Jamie, I can't! I'm old enough to be your father and…besides, I'd hate to lose you as a friend by complicating things." 

That appeared to make her think. As if a switch had been flipped in her brain, she said, coolly, "Maybe we ought to look at your cleaning supplies." Then, suddenly, she turned professional, pushing herself away from me. "I'll make a list, then – if you have time – we'll go to the store and pick 'em up so I can get started tomorrow. Okay with you?"

The melodramatic moment was over. I agreed, we did our shopping at the nearby general store and returned. The next morning Jamie was at my door bright and early, with two sponge mops of her own.

"I'm gonna use these," she informed me. "It's a lot easier than scrubbin' floors by hand. Unless, o' course, you wanna see me on my hands and knees all mornin'." She hesitated. "Well, do you?" Sexually suggestive as she'd been the day before, now she looked at me to see how I'd react to the image of her butt sticking up in the air, but I ignored her. 

Frankly, I couldn't think of a more pleasant sight, since she was dressed in a pair of skin-tight gray sweat pants and a gray sports bra that barely covered her fulsome rack, and made the most of her midriff and shoulders. Her hair was again up in a bun, this time covered with a small blue bandana. On her feet were white canvas tennis shoes and no socks.

"I'm going to do a little paper work at my desk for a while, okay?" I said.

"That's fine. I'll start on the bathroom, then work my way into the kitchen. The fridge and dishwasher have mold in 'em and I'll be kinda noisy, so if you have work you can do outside, you might wanna do it then," she warned. 

After a while I grabbed some beers and went down to the dock clad only in shorts, unlocking the boathouse that Buster and I share for our boats. It was still cool out and I figured sanding and replacing some of my cruiser's old varnish would keep me out of Jamie's way for the rest of the day. For the next few hours I breathed varnish-remover fumes, drank beer, and sweat as the temperature rose to the point where I needed a siesta. Grabbing an old beach towel, I lay down on my back on the dock outside in the shade of the boathouse and soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long I was out, but my nap was disturbed by continuous sexual dreams of Jamie. There was a recurring dream scene with my ex-wife talking with me with the girl in the same room, though she was standing behind my wife where only I could see her. In the dream Jamie had stripped naked and was dancing obscenely while I masturbated, much to the chagrin of my former spouse, who stood there berating me as I tugged on my dick.

Finally something made me snap awake. In a second I wished that I hadn't because my right hand was stuffed into my shorts, tightly gripping my swollen cock, and apparently had been there for some time. As if that weren't enough, not six feet away lay the succulent Jamie in the sun, stripped of her sweat pants and wearing a very brief pair of gray bikini bottoms as well as her sports bra, watching me. Embarrassed, I quickly groaned and turned over, pressing my hard-on into the rough planks of the dock.

"Oh, don't turn over on my account," she said, with bemused innocence. "I was enjoying watchin' you sleep…your big, muscular body…an' I even matched you stroke for stroke there for a while." I gave her a look of doubt and she spread her legs brazenly, showing me a good-sized wet spot on the narrow strip of gray material covering her pussy.

"A girl your age should have enough boyfriends so she shouldn't need to masturbate," said I, trying to sound as sagacious as I could while trying to get my prick to soften.

"Oh, come on, Jess, I diddle myself all the time. An' don't try an' sell me on all these redneck dudes up here. Their idea of a good conversation is about this season's best buy on snow tires, an' a big Saturday night to them is twelve beers down at the roadhouse, then ten minutes o' humpin' in a pick-up truck!"

"You're being kind of unfair," I cautioned.

"I'm a snob!" she admitted. "I got these clowns out o' my system years ago, with their wife beater shirts 'n' bad tattoos. You can hardly blame me for settin' my sights higher! Now, d'you wanna see what I did to your place today or can you walk yet?" she grinned, looking at my crotch.

"I can walk…smartass," I grumbled, getting up and snapping at her sumptuous ass with my towel, at which she yelped and giggled, jumping out of the way.

She led the way along the path from the dock to the cabin, once again in that forward-backward, hip-thrusting stroll. I imagined that – were her body able to speak – that strolling movement would be a sensuous whispering of: fuck me…fuck me. Walking behind her, it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself as the top of her bathing suit bottom was pushed out by her prominent butt cheeks. As we neared my front door, I wracked my brain to remember a female backside as perfect as the one before me: with the deeply-inset spinal indentation leading to an impossibly-small waist, punctuated with two deeply-articulated gluteal dimples over her butt cheeks which were bisected by a deeply-set anal crack. 

The bathroom and kitchen were spotless – cleaner than they'd ever been. When I raved about her work I suggested that she expand her housecleaning business, which she received coolly.

"There are things I'd rather do than be someone's Latina maid," she said, caustically. I'd forgotten about her father's Mexican lineage, but – after reflecting on her rant about rednecks, etc. – it was obvious that she was comfortable with ethnic and class stereotypes. 

"Such as?" I questioned, honestly interested in her future plans.

"I'm gonna enter cooking school in the city in six months or so…whenever I get enough money saved up. I've already got a sponsor, and I'm in a training program," she said, proudly.

"Every night I make dinner for Gramps and Gramma. I have an idea! Tomorrow I'll bring you a dessert surprise in the morning, since I've gotta finish cleaning here! Okay?"

"Okay, Jamie." I was suddenly moved by her youthful enthusiasm, which took my mind off her extraordinary body for a moment.

"Oh…there's one thing…" she said, as she walked to my desk, picking up my binoculars and looking through them at Buster's house. "These are really powerful, huh! You can see right in my bedroom window. Wow! I can see the stuffed animals on my bed! Look…through the two big sliding doors on the second floor!"

She came to me and stopped only when the bulging, tan slopes atop her full breasts pushed against my bare upper abs. Her limpid hazel eyes looked up at me in feigned innocence as her tongue moistened her full lips, seemingly daring me to kiss them, now that she'd made clear where she slept. 

Finally, I stammered, "Y-Y-You'd better go now, Jamie," anxious to be rid of the little tease before I did something crazy. 

After a makeshift dinner I worked on the book until about 9:30. It was a hot night and the doors were open for what little breeze was coming off the lake. Soon my attention was attracted by lights coming from the second floor of Buster's house, and movement from inside Jamie's bedroom. Like the easily-led fool that I was, I grabbed my binoculars and switched off the desk lamp, plunging my house in darkness, which allowed me to easily fall into my new role of Jamie's Peeping Tom.

Apparently she'd just showered, since she was wearing a towel and combing through her long hair while using an electric dryer. After several minutes she put down the dryer and began brushing, causing the towel to drop to her waist as she sat on the end of her bed facing the windows. My breath caught in my lungs as her firm breasts – measuring at least 34-C – rose with each movement of her arms, their budding nipples taut and salmon-colored as fresh Spring raspberries. My gaze panned southward, down her abdominal crease – past her navel – hungering for a glimpse of more, when I realized that I was being greedy…and I was already erect. 

Suddenly she got up and moved out of sight…or nearly out of sight. A cheval mirror next to her bed was set up just so that I could see into it and the reflected image showed her getting some stuff from a chest. She'd let the towel drop to the floor, revealing her magnificent naked ass, which she caressed a few times, no doubt for my benefit. Then, back she came to the bed, smiling out the window as she fixed her hair into a ponytail while I breathlessly viewed her stark naked form.

Like some sneaky pervert I propped my elbow on the desk and held the binoculars with my left hand, while with the other hand I unzipped my fly to free my stiff cock and began slowly stroking it. As if she knew what I was doing, Jamie then raised one foot and placed it flat on her bed. While she rubbed lotion onto her arms, I focused closely on her pussy. It was almost completely denuded except for an inverted "buzz-cut" triangle, the point of which began just at the point where her plump labia came together at the top. 

Satisfied that her arms had enough lotion, she began slowly massaging it into her breasts, cupping them and raising her face with half-closed eyes – again for my benefit – while she plucked her excited nipples until they pointed skyward. For a moment I lost myself in the fantasy of running my prick between those two golden tan orbs – moist with sweet-smelling lotion – and cumming all over Jamie's gorgeous face. So moving was the image that I unbuckled my shorts and pulled them to my knees to make my voyeuristic masturbation easier, just in time to see her turn around and bend over.

My vision was once-again filled with her magnificent ass…perfectly round, fleshy, tan, so beautiful it seemed impossible to believe that she shit out of it. On her hands and knees facing away from me, her butt cheeks were so muscular that they remained tautly closed, not revealing her rectum. I was hardly disappointed, however. My jerking hand sped up as the two perfect opposed crescents of her pink pussy winked at me like one big eye turned sideways. Then, when she dropped her head to the bedspread and reached back with both hands to spread her cheeks and slather lotion on her asshole, I got a hint of what she might do next.


Recovering Ch. 01



Very gingerly, she reached back with one finger and probed inside her anus, digging more deeply as her colon's muscles allowed. After a minute or two her full finger was embedded, which she followed with another, then another, until she was apparently satisfied that I'd gotten her obvious point: that she was quite comfortable with anal sex. 

Quick as a flash she flipped over, with her knees pulled back nearly to her shoulders. The three middle fingers of her right hand were now flying across her clitoris as she rubbed lotion onto her swollen pussy. She grabbed a couple of pillows, propping up her head and shoulders, and from somewhere produced a dildo about eight inches long of clear plastic or glass, covered with prominent studs about a quarter of an inch high. As I jacked off in the darkness, she telegraphed her rising excitement as she lay her head on her pillows, taking the dildo in her mouth and pushing deeply. Soon I watched the top of her throat bulge as she dropped her tongue and opened her airway to the intruder until only an inch or so remained at her lips. Quickly she removed it, apparently gagging once, almost all the while strumming her clit, until she dragged the soggy instrument down between her tits to tease the opening of her cunt. 

I moaned as she probed at the soft, reddening petals of her snatch, wishing so much for my rampant cock to be that dildo. She held the studded barrel daintily with the tips of her fingers as she inserted first the tip, then – with her other fingers – spread open her cunt lips to allow more and more of the faux prick to disappear until only a spare inch remained outside, then she withdrew it. I groaned and increased the speed of my wanking as the look on her face became vacant with passion and she began tossing her head back and forth on the pillows as, time after time, her hand plunged the dildo deeply into her birth canal. 

Five minutes passed – or was it ten? – until finally Jamie's hips began writhing blissfully and it appeared as if she was screaming through an orgasm. Her hand had stopped thrusting and had frozen the dildo unmoving at her crotch, while she rolled back and forth on the bed, her ponytail in disarray. At about the same time I'd rubbed myself to distraction, clearly disappointed that I'd been unable to cum. As I observed her lapse into a somnolent afterglow, I mused: Christ! I'm more damaged than I thought! Will I have to see a shrink? I stumbled around in the dark, at a loss for anything to do but go to bed.

* * *

The next morning after breakfast I was again working at my desk in my cargo shorts when Jamie arrived. The sun was bright and it was already hot.

"Knock, knock," she said, as she swept into the room. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was dressed for the weather in a gauzy yellow halter top that tied around her neck and a white denim miniskirt. On her feet were open-toed wedgie sandals that added a couple of inches to her 5'4" height. My groin immediately pulsed and began throbbing as she came near and leaned against the desk as I pushed away from it, her luscious tan legs flashing in the morning sunlight.

"Don't you look fresh this morning," I marveled, as more blood rushed to my inflating cock. 

"I slept beautifully!" she beamed, "after I made your dessert," she said, pointing to a pie plate covered with a napkin which she'd set on the desk. "O' course I always sleep well when I play with myself before bed. Last night I left the lights on for you. Did you watch me?"

I hesitated, leaning back in my leather desk chair. It creaked, bringing me a sense of comfort. "Well, I…", I stuttered.

"You did! Gawd, I wish you coulda' seen me this morning. It's a good thing Gramps and Gramma are hard o' hearing 'cause I thought I'd never stop cummin'!"

"Jamie!" I barked, "I don't need to hear about your masturbation sessions!" 

"Sorry," she said, like a disciplined child, then, changing the subject, quietly asked, "Want some candy?" and reached under the napkin on the pie plate, pulling out a piece of appetizing-looking dark chocolate. She held it up to my lips and, rather than gobble it all, I took a bite, not knowing it was hollow. Naturally it split and its juicy contents spilled down my chin onto my chest, and down my abs to my shorts. "You're s'pposed to eat the whole thing, Jess!" she giggled, as she leaned forward and wiped some delicious orange syrup from my lower lip with one soft finger. 

I chuckled and snaked my tongue out to slowly lick at the sweet stuff on my lower lip. Jamie's eyes followed every movement of my tongue and, to my surprise, in seconds had straddled one of my knees with her legs, grasped my face softly in both hands, and planted a sucking, open-mouthed kiss on me that nearly caused my dick to burst through my shorts. She moaned as her sweet, smooth tongue probed my mouth, then mewled a little as she moved down, sucking at the orange liquid that had spilled at the hollow of my throat. Sucking and nibbling at the super-sensitive spot below that, I groaned as she moved down my chest, licking and kissing my torso until she saw just how excited she'd made me.

"Omigod, Jess, you're…you're so harrrd!" she whispered, remarking at the bulge at my groin. Then – in a flash – she unsnapped and unzipped my shorts. "Mmmmnnnn, look at that!" she uttered softly as my rod popped out and upward, a few inches away from her open lips, as I heard, "Anngmmnphhlsp…anngmmnphhlsp," and a host of other liquid, slapping sounds of oral love as my thrusting cock soon joined her slick, hot, mouth in vertical counterpoint. 

I leaned back in my desk chair, nearly flat, and it creaked in complaint each time Jamie met my pelvis with her nose. I looked down at her as a new ray of morning sunshine spilled through the window to paint her beautiful features. She looked up at me as she pulled off my saliva-covered prick, curling her tongue sensuously around the swollen purple crown. "You don't know how long I've thought about doin' this," she said, grinning devilishly as my glans throbbed against her lower lip. 

I leaned forward and untied her halter top behind her neck and it fluttered down to her waist, revealing in the growing sunshine her fabulous, upturned breasts, which I cupped lovingly in both palms. "You're absolutely stunning," I whispered, as I manipulated her pulpy swollen nipples and she hummed in response, stroking my cock fully with both hands, from balls to tip. "Come on over here," I said, pulling her onto the large seat next to me between the arms of the leather recliner.

"Are you gonna come inside me?" she asked, her eyes round and questioning but not quite innocent. "Please fuck me, Jess! I've waited for you for years!"

"What's your hurry, young lady?" I teased. "Haven't you heard the saying: to the patient go the spoils?" I asked, modifying the old saying to fit the situation. Then I began gently sucking at her nipples and running my hand under her skirt across her thong-covered pussy, which by now was leaking copious amounts of fluid. If she hadn't heard the saying, she learned its meaning over the next ten minutes or so since she began climbing the walls from my fingers plundering her vagina.  

With the chair still reclined I finally grasped Jamie close to me, dispensed with her sopping thong, and converted our position so that she was underneath me. She immediately spread her legs in invitation, grasping her calves to hold them apart, as her face flushed with excitement and her breathing came in labored gasps. "I wanna feel you inside, Jess," she begged, wantonly, looking at the angry prong of veined flesh jutting from my loins. "Oohh, Gawd, please give it to me…hard!" 

But my agenda was still different from hers. I quickly dropped to my knees on the floor, leaving her naked and splayed open on the reclining chair's seat. Her lovely, youthful cunt – appearing almost virginal in its tightness – lay facing me like a piece of fresh fruit with its ripe slit oozing sweet nectar. She watched me lick my lips as I moved slowly toward her mound, and her thigh muscles trembled as I stopped for a second to breathe hotly onto her labia. A whining sound escaped from her throat as I took my first lick – a long, slow, pass with the point of my tongue – from her anus to her clit, then a groan came from deep in her chest as I speared her snatch with its full length. 

"Mmmmnn…so sweet!" I muttered, between deep plunges of my tongue, causing a stream of juice to pour from her swollen labia. "You're the sweetest ever, Jamie." Then I returned to licking her, then repeating what I'd said, then licking some more, then repeating what I'd said, then licking her again. At that point Jamie became frantic with excitement, weaving her fingers through my short hair and pulling me rhythmically into her hot, sopping center while she moaned and ground her clit against my mouth until I thought she'd bruise my lips. Finally, I pulled away for an inch or so and gasped, "C'mon, Jamie, sweetness…cum for me. I've wanted you to cum in my mouth since I saw you two days ago." 

That set off her orgasm. She shrieked my name until she was out of breath, and when she'd refilled her lungs, she screamed my name again…then again, "Jesssseeee!" as my long tongue slowly raked her clit then plied the clenching, velvet lining of her vagina. When she'd finally been reduced to trembling, irregular, spasmodic hip thrusts – held fast by my arms clutching her thighs – I looked up at her face, inflamed with desire, and she whimpered, "Now? Now…will you? Fuck me? Please?" 

I was ready. I'd been ready since I'd seen her masturbating the night before. God knows, my ex-wife had warned me about being too friendly with the girl several years previously! But now that girl had become a very desirable woman, and was lying on her back, naked, horny and ready, in my favorite chair!

I stood with my legs half-bent at the knee, telegraphing my intent to Jamie, who whimpered excitedly and pulled back her knees to her shoulders to lustfully reveal her treasure to my throbbing, rampant prong, the slightly upturned curve of which now lay poised with its tip splitting her moist, puffy labia. I looked down at her and a drop of nervous perspiration fell from my nose onto one of her breasts, which she quickly retrieved and slurped into her mouth.

Then I began slipping into her tightness slowly, first pushing lightly then stopping…then applying more pressure as her dancer's muscles gave way to me…then pushing a bit more…finally filling her spasming love canal so slowly that it took nearly half a minute to reach her cervix. A quick withdrawal left her breathless. A half-dozen slightly more rapid such cycles – which raked her G Spot in both directions – and she suddenly climaxed, clutching at my shoulders, screaming my name as before, and milking my rod with hundreds of involuntary muscular contractions.

Before she'd had a chance to get her bearings, I resumed my attention, only with more vigor. She'd grown noticeably more relaxed inside – hot and buttery – and was now accepting my length and girth more readily, causing me to speed my thrusts. I dropped down to embrace her tightly with both arms and gain greater purchase for my pounding hips and she threw one arm around my shoulders and locked onto my mouth with hers, matching my pelvic thrusts with those of her tongue into my mouth. Her other hand went to my buttocks and she began pulling me downward into herself, then finally abandoned that maneuver to use her heels on my butt instead.

It was good fucking, and I let her know it. As I sawed in, out and around her hungry, palpitating cunt, I teased her with: "You dirty little girl. I've been watching you for years, just waiting 'til you got big enough for me to get you alone…away from your family and mine…waiting for your grandparents to be out of the house so I could sneak over and slip it to you."

She interrupted me with another shattering orgasm marked by the piercing yelps of a female in heat, then tried to answer me. "Fuuck meee some more, Jesssseee," she pled, after she came down from her climax. "Fuck me hard…all the way inside…then do my ass…all the way to my guts!" She seemed to be on a sexual roller coaster, unable to stop. "Then fuck my face…my mouth! I wanna feel your…hot cum…slidin' down my throat!"

My hand had been trumped for the moment. Jamie's graphic language had tripped a switch somewhere in my subconscious that started my orgasmic train rolling, because the buzz started in my groin and worked its way throughout my body until I froze, bottoming out against her cervix, and started pumping what must have been a year's worth of pent-up seed into her clasping center. 

I planted my fists on the leather chair arms and arched my back, craning my neck upward with eyes clenched shut, growling like some wild beast as – finally! – great gobs of cum poured out of my dick into her hot, undulating cunt. In answer, she growled back at me like a feral mate, milking my meat repeatedly of its creamy contents until I collapsed on her breasts, exhausted, our fluids blending and leaking from our nexus like some primitive syrup.

"Jeezuss," I muttered roughly, astounded – first – that I'd cum at all; second, that it had been so phenomenally good. That, plus the fact that I was still half hard!

"Was I good for you?" she asked in a whisper. "Maybe if we were in bed…".

"I want to close the doors before we do anything else," I stammered, stumbling to my feet. "Any more screaming and the Sheriff will be on my case." 

"You do that while I use your bathroom," she said, grabbing some candy for herself.

I waited for her on my king-sized bed, day-dreaming drowsily of the wonders of sex with a girl I'd known in previous years as a child. I heard the toilet flush and in a minute she looked into the bedroom, bashfully peering around the doorframe.

"Did you find everything you needed?" I asked.

"I fixed myself a little. You came in me a lot," she said timidly. "Y'know, when you look at me, I get all tingly. I mean, there's never any in-between with you. If I'm naked like now I wanna go crazy an' fuck you for hours. When I'm not with you I picture you in my head and wanna masturbate 'til I'm sore."

In saying this she picked her way self-consciously toward the bed and sat naked on its corner. Then she propped herself up on one arm, with her gorgeous legs folded beneath her. She'd brushed her long, nearly black hair in the bathroom and, with her natural tan complexion, she looked deliciously Latina as it flowed down over her shoulders. 

"Do you use the dildo often? The one you used the other night?" I asked. 

"That an' a few others. My mom left 'em behind when she…uhh…when she left. Now my friend Dana and I use 'em all the time. You'll have to meet Dana, my best high school bud. She's a really hot blonde!"

"Okay," I said. 

Suddenly she laid across my legs and – while looking at it close-up – began petting my penis with her fingers, like a child would a small, furry animal. "So, did your wife enjoy giving you blowjobs?" she asked, out-of-the-blue. She ended her question with a warm, wet kiss on the crown of my prick, which got predictable – hardening – results.

"As I remember," I lied. In truth, my wife had despised fellatio. The few times that I'd cum in her mouth she'd gagged and nearly vomited, threatening to leave me if ever I did it again. Instead, she'd always slept with her hand wrapped around my cock as if it were her property. "What she really enjoyed, though, was having me eat her pussy," I said, grabbing Jamie by one silky thigh and pulling her bottom up toward me so that her moist gash faced me as she rested on her elbows and knees. She looked back at me over her shoulder and – understanding fully – raised one leg to straddle my chest so that we were in a perfect "69." Totally unlike my ex-wife, she mewled happily in her throat as she wrapped a couple of fingers around the base of my cock just before I felt the sublime velvety heat of her mouth engulf and suck softly at my probe. 

Jamie was impatient as she quickly took my knob past the glottal obstruction in her throat. The rapid, slick, bobbing of her head matched a sudden arching of her back and jamming of her dripping cunt back onto my face. One thrust of my tongue and I realized why it was dripping: while in the bathroom she'd broken open some of her orange-filled chocolates and poured the syrup into her pussy! I cackled with delight and ate her hard, even nibbling at her labia with my teeth. It was only a matter of seconds before I realized that she'd done the same thing with her anus. 

I was a bit more gentle with her little pink star. It quivered a bit as I breathed hot air on it and leaked drops of sweet orange sauce, which I licked off, bringing a moan from Jamie's throat. Then I probed it slowly with my tongue, rimming it to release a profusion of orange syrup and keeping it open by using both of my hands to hold apart her muscular buttocks. It remained partially open, inviting me to mine it further, causing Jamie to gasp, "Ooohhh, Jess, please do me there. I want it so much."

We quickly changed positions, with her scrambling to all fours, spreading her knees slightly, and looking back at me expectantly as I lined up my mean-looking, craggy weapon with her innocent, youthful bottom. I guided the flared crown to her open red asshole and touched it once, causing her to gasp, then pushed further until the entire corona popped inside her sphincter. She groaned as I pierced her deeply, my loins meeting her buttocks and stimulating further groans as I began a slow, languorous pistoning into her darkest hole. 

Soon one hand went to her clit and began a feverish massage as, grunting, she arched her back and thrust her butt at me. "D'you like it in the ass, baby?" I asked, as I gored her colon a bit faster.

"Nnnggh, yea…yeahhh! Nnnggh…ggitt…ittt…fuckkk…ittt…hrrdrr," she grunted through gritted teeth, looking back over her shoulder as her face became more flushed. Urged on by this, I squatted flat-footed behind her and began pummeling her like an animal while holding her underneath by her breasts and twiddling her nipples. "Harder!" she shouted, then "harder!" again, to which I complied until the muscles in my stomach began aching. Soon she started whimpering and trembling with an oncoming clitoral orgasm as her backward thrusts became more spasmodic. Suddenly she flopped forward onto her stomach, screaming my name as the climax overtook her and her vaginal muscles tightened in her torso. I flopped down with her, fully embedded in her asshole, feeling her sublime internal muscular contractions milk away at my angry probe as it continued to throb inside her bowels. 

When she'd ceased shuddering and moaning I eased myself out of her anus and just as quickly slipped into her vagina, which caused her to gasp with pleasure. Her anus was still open from my earlier plundering, with its dark red lining showing in the morning light, and the outer lips of her pussy shone slick and bright pink – almost crimson – stretched around my turgid cock, with its thick, blue-green veins feeding blood to my glans. Her bright red inner lips clung to it as she cycled forward, then disappeared until she slapped up against my belly, only to reappear dozens of times, coating me with her clear, shiny discharge.

"This is all I've ever wanted, Jesse," she gasped, as her loins gripped at my invasive rod. "Just having you inside me…close…cumming…letting me taste you," she murmured, which nearly drove me into a brutal, hip-pounding frenzy.




Recovering Ch. 01



But I soon slowed. As with her colon, her amazingly tight vaginal sheath had continued its involuntary inner spasms, milking me at several beats per second and forcing me to concentrate on not cumming. But even I have my limits. I felt the first glandular stab in my prostate and stopped thrusting immediately – conscious that I might be cumming too soon – and pulled back, poised rigidly on my knees with my hand clamped around my pulsating dick, trying to prolong the inevitable. Sensing my imminent climax, she slipped out from under me and flopped over on her back with her mouth opening and closing in wanton invitation, awaiting my seedy deposit. 

"Aaa-aaaghhh!" I grunted as the first gout of cum spewed between her lips. She wrested my cock from my hand and guided it into her lovely open mouth as I growled in my characteristic way while she mewled happily in her throat as I filled her oral cavity to overflowing with semen. Her soft fingers milked me one last time from base to tip, I shuddered once more, and her tongue leapt from the pool of spunk in her mouth to capture the last few droplets before she swallowed audibly and licked her lips before kissing me all over my belly and thighs.

I felt drained as I collapsed to lay on my side, toying mindlessly with a few locks of her thick, dark hair. As if embarrassed by the inactivity, she soon broke the silence. "Guess I'd better start cleaning. That's what my grandparents think I'm doin' here," she said, sheepishly, as she wiped a rivulet of cum that had run down her chin. And that's what she did for the rest of the day – cleaning – while I stayed out of her way by working on my boat. 

* * *

A few days later Jamie had become my daily cook and housekeeper as well as teenage lover. She'd taken to hanging around during the day – just to be near me – so that much time that I could have spent working on the book or the boat or the cabin was instead spent fucking. Worse yet, I'd watch her masturbate through her bedroom windows after dark and then spend the night sleeping fitfully, anticipating the joys I'd experience with her succulent body the following morning. I'd truly been hooked by the hot little minx and couldn't seem to get enough of her.

A break in our lusty routine came after a while in the form of a phone call from my office in the city. My partners had scored a mega project and final negotiations required my presence for a couple of days. When I told her about the trip she tried everything in her power to get me to take her along but I held firm in refusing. I could just imagine how my partners would react to me hiding a young Lolita in my hotel room. 

Well, I didn't exactly hold firm. Instead, I reached a compromise with Jamie. Since we wouldn't see one another for a few days, I agreed to let her videotape us making love that evening after dinner, so she could masturbate to the tape in my absence. "It's an old camera of Gramps's and the tapes only work on old TVs," she said. "He doesn't use it any more, now that his set only plays DVD's," she assured me.

That evening we were especially lewd in our fucking, and acrobatic as well. Jamie got as many cum shots on tape as she could and insisted that close-ups be taken of sloppy penetrations of each of her three holes. I collapsed, exhausted, close to midnight, looking forward to getting away for a while. 

The following morning I drove to the Lake Tahoe airport and caught a plane to San Francisco. At the end of the second day I called Jamie on her cell phone to let her know that I missed her, which was not far from the truth. She told me that her best friend of many years, Dana, had dropped in for a few days and would be staying with her off and on. 

My time in the city went smoothly. I'd planned to spend four days there but by the end of three had wrapped up what I had to do and was able to hitch a flight aboard a client's private jet heading for Tahoe that evening. We arrived at dusk and I drove home, pulling in next to my cabin after dark. The moon was rising as I opened the door, glancing at Buster's house yards away and Jamie's bedroom window which was ablaze with light on the second floor. A perverse thrill shot through me as I walked inside to my desk in the dark, threw my duffel to one side, and grappled for my binoculars in their drawer to spy on my beautiful little teenage Latina masturbatrix. It was, after all, because of her that I felt energized and almost fully recovered from my divorce.

For some reason I wasn't shocked by what I saw, even though it went far beyond Jamie merely masturbating. She was lying on her back with her legs spread, with a vibrator moving in and out of her cunt. The fact that a gorgeous young blonde woman – presumably her friend, Dana – was lying on top of her in a 69 position and not only manipulating the dildo but was also joyfully licking Jamie's clit with a full, curved tongue as it peeked out from above the girl's plump labia only sweetened the mystery. As I watched the two young women writhing with their limbs intertwined, and my libido gained momentum from their Sapphic exchange, I could only imagine the pleasures that might be in store for me in my new mountain retreat. 

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Recovering Ch. 02



Read Chapter 01 in advance for background on this one. All characters are at least 18 years old.

I'd been divorced for almost two years from my former wife who'd taken our real estate holdings when we'd split. For a place to live I'd bought a lakeside cabin from what was left of my deceased mother's estate in the California mountains near Lake Tahoe and taken a year off from my partnership in a design engineering business to get it in shape. The cabin, plus a 32 foot motor cruiser, boathouse and dock required some maintenance that had been deferred over the years, which I began with a vengeance...until I ran into the luscious 18 year old Jamie, twenty-five years my junior.

I'd known Jamie since she was a child, the granddaughter of Buster, the neighbor nearest the place that I'd bought. She'd never known her father – a Mexican national – and her Anglo mother had later gone to prison for life on a murder conviction, at which point Buster and his wife had adopted the young girl, at the time about age 10. 

When my mom had been alive, our extended family had gotten together with that of Buster on weekends, playing touch football and picnicking on the grounds between the two homes. Jamie had nursed a childhood crush on me which – I found out after I'd bought the cabin – had grown into puppy love as a young teen, then as a gorgeous 18-year-old Latina had matured into a lusty, sexual hunger. It was her healthy appetite for fucking that was hastening my recovery from divorce. 

She cleaned houses for a living after graduating from high school the previous June; she planned to enter a gourmet cooking school in the city that Fall. It was from the city that I'd just returned one night when I came home unexpectedly to find her and her best friend, Dana, enjoying a little girl-girl love in Jamie's bedroom next door when they thought no one was watching them.

Early the next morning Jamie burst into my bedroom, breathless from having run from her grandfather's house, and leapt onto my bed. "When did you get home?" she cried, crawling up to embrace me and slobber wet kisses all over my face. She had obviously just thrown on a denim miniskirt and cropped top and hadn't showered as yet, since she still smelled of the rich odor of feminine musk on her face and in her hair from the night before, or possibly from earlier that morning.

"Late last night. I didn't want to disturb you," I mumbled sleepily.

"Are you crazy? I would've been over in a second if you'd called me!" she gasped, while peeling back the bedcovers to get at my cock.

"Well...you looked like you were kind of busy," I said, causing her to stop her groping and look at me in stone silence. 

"Ya mean you saw...", she stammered.

"Your friend Dana is beautiful," I said, speaking truthfully of the luscious blonde whose tongue I'd witnessed through my binoculars lapping between Jamie's legs. "At least I assume it was Dana that you were entertaining," I said.

"Lemme explain, Jess," she said, very seriously.

"You don't have to, you know. It's really none of my business. We can still be friends...even lovers...without me knowing the details."

"Aw, Jess, it's just that...ya see...Dana was abused for a coupla years by her mom's boy friends...an' she had bad luck with dudes in school, too. Anyway, she got turned off to guys an' I was her best friend, so...".

"So you two became lesbian lovers," I said, completing her sentence for her. 

"Well...yeah. But that doesn't mean we're complete dykes. I mean, I showed her the tape of us an' it really turned her on an'...". 

"That tape was for your eyes only!" I said sharply.

"Okay! I'm sorry! I was so proud of it I just had to show it to her! She's my best friend! I mean, she got off while she was watchin' it." 

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"You heard me. She saw the tape of you and me fuckin' and she talked me into – ya know – doin' her with a vibrator. I mean, we've been best friends all of our lives!" 

"Oh well, then...it's understandable," I said facetiously.

"I knew you'd get it," she said, totally missing my sarcasm. "Listen, I've got two cleaning jobs today but I haven't seen you in forever so let's get it on, okay?" she said, peeling off her cropped top to reveal her lovely naked breasts and groping under the sheets for my prick which had risen to the stature of a morning woodie. "Mmmm, this is what I've missed so much," she murmured, licking her lips before she took half of my meat to the top of her hot, wet throat and pulling off. "This'll get me through the day, baby," she purred as she then slowly throated me a dozen times before straddling me with a flat foot on either side of my hips, raising her skirt to her waist, and lowering her tight, juicy sheath slowly onto my throbbing shaft.

Jamie was looking down at me with half-closed eyes and her lips were pursed in a circle as she breathed several ecstatic "Ohhhhhhhhhhs" while cycling up and down on my rigid prong. Her pink pussy was stretched around me snugly and, with each pass over my vein-laced cock, left a thick, translucent discharge, no doubt the congealed remains of her juices from the night before. I pulled her down close to me onto her knees, smelling Dana on her dark hair and licking her friend's dried discharge from the skin on her face, feeling a sick thrill similar to the one I'd felt the night before when I'd seen them from a distance writhing together with their heads between each other's thighs. 

"You smell good, honey," I breathed into her ear, which caused her to hurry her fucking movements down onto me. "Just like a blonde, barely-legal pussy," I teased, breathily, causing her to whimper and accelerate her plunging even more. When I whispered: "Mmmm, Dana's young cunt leaked all over your face while you were licking her, didn't it!" she whined and hammered her saddle onto me with such force that she hurt my pelvis.

"Oooh-ooh-ooh...Jesse, you're so...dirty. Gawd, when you...get like this...I wanna fuck you...forever!" she gasped, as our loins resounded with a repetitive thwopping sound. 

Finally I stopped her in mid-stroke. "Jamie, don't try so hard. Relax and let me do you." With that I raised her up and began kneading her breasts softly, pulling outward and twisting gingerly at her stiff, salmon-colored nipples, until her breathing deepened and she began sighing, prompting me to nibble aggressively at them. She moaned as I raised her spread legs 'til just the tip of my penis was inside her, giving me several inches of vertical room to maneuver, then she cried out joyfully as I grabbed her butt in both hands and began spearing upward into her as hard, fast and deeply as I could. 

At first she exhaled the air in her lungs, sounding a tone which rose in pitch and volume as I drilled into her. As she gasped for breath I wrapped my arms around her waist fully and, digging my heels into the mattress, hammered away brutally at her immobilized snatch as her cries grew in intensity. Finally she screamed, "Eeeyeeeaaahhh!" several times as her climax roiled within her and her buns trembled uncontrollably. I looked up at her face and her eyes had rolled back into her head; she appeared comatose, not breathing for a half minute, until finally her muscles relaxed completely and she collapsed on me, moaning and groaning my name, "Jess...ohhh, Jesse." 

After a while Jamie left a happy girl, or at least a contented one. Her friend, Dana, lived with her aunt in South Lake Tahoe and Jamie was driving in to meet her after work to go clubbing that night. I, in turn, had a classic case of "blue balls," since I hadn't cum during our early-morning tryst. No matter, though. I looked forward to a full day of uninterrupted labor on my boat, which I hoped to have ready in a few days for the coming weekend on the lake...if only Jamie would continue staying busy during the day.

Late that evening I was working on my book when she and her blonde friend arrived unannounced after a night at the casinos. They'd obviously been drinking, given the way they were giggling when I opened the door, though Dana stopped laughing with an "Uh-oh" when she saw that their humor had escaped me.

"Aw, c'mon, Dee, his bark's worse 'n' his bite," Jamie slurred as she fell against me, smashing her soft, ripe breasts against my chest and indicating that she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need one either, since her black mini-dress was strapless and held up by a stiff bodice that cupped the bottom half of her tits, barely covering the aureoles, and pushed them both up in defiance of gravity. As if that weren't enough, between them was a vertical "V" about two inches long that showed the healthy tan cleavage of her Latin ancestry.

The dress hugged her beautiful round bottom and its southern boundary barely skirted the muscular globes of her ass...that ballerina's ass that I'd nailed so brutally that very morning. She wore no stockings, but then she didn't need them. Her flawless tan skin and muscular legs accented by three-inch black stiletto heels had already made my groin throb in response. 

She leaned against me – her female heat and smell stirring my arousal – and looked up at me with eyes shining. Her hair was up – a carbon copy of Dana's – in ringlets, with loose wisps dangling around her face. Dark eye shadow and mascara and maroon lipstick were her makeup. Rhinestone earrings and a choker were her jewelry. 

"We were gonna stay at Dana's aunt's t'night, but I talked her into comin' back here. Can we stay?" she asked with mock innocence as she ran her hand into the waistband of my shorts.

Dana was leaning against the bar separating the kitchen area from the living room, sucking on a pink lollipop with her flat, pink tongue, and regarding me with a penetrating look. Her deep brown eyes – uncharacteristic for a natural blonde – seemed to strip me naked as I mumbled an answer. "Well...sure...I mean, there's the second bedroom. But...what'll Buster and your grandma say...I mean...in the morning, and...". 

All the while I was stammering Dana just looked at me impassively and slowly...obscenely, licked at her lollipop as if it were the head of my cock. The front of my shorts were bulging by this time so I disengaged from Jamie and stepped behind a bar stool to hide my excitement. Jamie then perched herself on an adjoining stool and re-inserted her hand in the waistband of my shorts.

"To answer your question, don't worry about Jamie's grandparents," said Dana. "To them I can do no wrong. I was the valedictorian of our high school class. That makes me a heroine in their eyes. The fact that I've also been a tramp seems to escape a lot of people! Just like in politics, people see what they want, regardless of fact." 

Her voice was low, sexy and measured. She was obviously comfortable speaking seriously with adults and gave no hints of being a stereotypic, teenage airhead...except for the lollipop, which she continued to worry with her overactive tongue. I looked at this 18 year old beauty and wondered where she'd picked up her brains. 

"Projecting contradictory images is sometimes very useful," I said, sounding more intellectual than I wanted.

She smiled faintly and appeared to relax, pulling up a bar stool for herself and climbing onto it. "I knew I liked you when I saw you on tape," she said under her breath.

The girl was nearly 5'10" in heels with strawberry blonde hair, done up in thick waves on this night with – like Jamie – curly strands framing her face. Her face had high cheekbones and ended in a narrow chin, with widely-set eyes and a full-lipped mouth. She had on dark green eye makeup and jewelry. There were probably three or four A-List Hollywood actresses that she brought to mind, given what I estimated were her voluptuous 36C-24-36 measurements. 

Her outfit was breathtaking...a blue-green mini-dress with three-quarter sleeves made of some stretchy, knitted material. In front it went all the way to the neck; in back it scooped low between the shoulders to reveal all of her toned back nearly to her crack. Its hem barely covered the tops of her thigh-high nylons which were stretched tautly over her long, muscular, delicately-crossed legs. 

At that moment Jamie woke me from my trance by jerking on my waistband. "Hey! Earth to Jess!" she cracked. I looked at her, groping for words, and she said, "It's okay, babe. I'm used to seeing guys reduced to jelly with Dana. When that happens I just have to distract 'em," she giggled, standing on the stool's rung and pulled her miniskirt from under her, bunching it around her waist, and sitting back down with her knees six inches apart. 

My eyes went immediately to the black G-string thong she was wearing, then met those of Dana, who was searching my face for an indication of what I was going to do next. Jamie removed her hand from my waistband and began softly stroking the bulge at the front of my shorts until it became too much for Dana. She dismounted her stool, picked up her carry-all bag that she'd brought in with her, and excused herself to go to the bathroom, saying, "You guys make up your minds what you're going to do. Jamie knows I'm pretty easy, within reason."

When we were alone Jamie was all over me. She threw one arm around my neck and stuck her tongue in my mouth while unzipping my fly and yanking out my prick – now nearly erect – and wrapped one upraised leg around mine in an unsuccessful attempt to impale herself on my rod.

"Jamie, c'mon! At least let's go into the bedroom!" I admonished. 

"Okay, but leave a lamp on and the door open, so Dana can watch!" she said.

I did as she asked and, in the bedroom, turned on a dim, bedside lamp before slipping off Jamie's skin-tight, black mini-dress. Her thong was made of three black elastic ribbons, each one inch wide, attached to two metal rings, one above her buzz-cut pubic patch and the other in back at the top of her crack. I yanked the unusual garment off her hips and down over her thighs.

She looked at me quizzically and I muttered, "It's easier to eat you with it off," as I slipped next to her and pulled her down to me on the bed. As I laid back, my stiff cock pointed at the ceiling, prompting Jamie to grab it and begin licking it with obscene slurps from balls to tip. Her position was such that I, in turn, grabbed her succulent hips and pulled her over, spreading her legs so that her luscious wet pussy covered my mouth. Now in a "69," I pushed her legs forward to open her up completely and speared up into her pinkness with my stiff tongue, causing her to arch her back and expel a groan of pleasure as she craned her neck skyward. Minutes later she was mewling like a kitten as I lavished long licks the length of each of her swollen labia, drawing forth a continuous stream of sweet juice from within her young insides.

Jamie had responded well to my cunnilingus in the beginning and this night she seemed particularly grateful. Like the rest of her taut torso, her pussy lips were fleshy and muscular, able to grip my tongue, it seemed, as I quested inside for more tender tissues. Unlike her fucking, though, which was vocal to the point of being noisy, when I ate her she merely whispered sweetly to me. So, as she slowly progressed toward orgasm, whispering such things as "Ohh, Jesse...yeahh...so gooood...right therrre...mmmmnnn...yeahhh," I heard from the living room the unmistakable creaking of my reclining leather desk chair as Dana rocked in it, apparently masturbating while observing us. While I gripped her friend's tan hips and Jamie ground her cunt onto my open mouth ever faster, so did the creaking noise increase in speed until – after about 30 seconds of tongue-fluttering on Jamie's clit – she froze in mid-air and climaxed soundlessly, flooding my mouth with a slurry of pent-up fluid. 

Dana wasn't so quiet. Accompanying the chair's creaking from the other room were rapid breathing and muted cries which gained in speed and volume until finally she was crying out "Aghhh! Aghhh! Aghhh!" Finally, when she reached her orgasm, she yelled "Aaaggghhhhh, aaaggghhh, aaaggghhhmmmnnn" until she lapsed into silence, interrupted only by an occasional creaking complaint from the chair.

Jamie, however, had only gotten started, and proceeded to straddle me flat-footed and sit on my upstanding cock while facing away from me. We were too close to the bottom edge of the bed, though, and I stopped her momentarily to move us both backward to its center where we could comfortably proceed. In doing so I glanced through the doorway into the dark living room and – sure enough – a few feet away in the gloom was the pale, gorgeous, naked body of Dana with legs spread, now silently moving a large dildo in and out of her cunt while looking straight at us while we fucked. She had both feet atop the chair arms and her free hand was busy rolling and tweaking her nipples as she rhythmically buried the latex instrument to its base inside her bald pussy. I gestured for her to come in the bedroom and join us but she shook her head once quickly and returned to her self-pleasuring just as Jamie inserted my fleshy probe into her tight, wet gash. 

As Jamie began rolling her hips down onto me I shifted a bit to the side so that I could see Dana more clearly through the doorway. She'd made it easier for me to watch her since she'd moved closer to us...close enough that I imagined I could smell her plump snatch as its lips clung wetly to the dildo she was using. It wasn't as if she was teasing me by masturbating as much as she seemed to be sharing the deep upward banging I was giving the passionate Jamie. In fact, the more vocal Jamie got, the more excited Dana seemed to become with her dildo, matching the little Latina's yelps with cries of her own. 

Shortly after that I flipped Jamie onto her tummy and mounted her from behind – boning her like a dog – so that Dana could easily see me pounding her girl friend's bottom from the side. Both girls were now desperately trying to sate their respective sexual appetites, as their frantic vocal cries gave witness. 

Jamie was on all fours and was grunting "Uhh...uhh...uhh...yeah...uhh...yeah," as she gripped fists full of sheets and flung her arched butt back at my rampant prong. Her hair had come loose and with each thrust flew in all directions as our thighs smacked together rhythmically.

Dana had flipped over in my reclining chair, was on her knees, and from her bag had retrieved a huge, combination dildo and butt plug and was goring both of her holes with it while leaning against the back of the chair and watching us sideways. To my relatively untrained ear, she sounded further along toward orgasm than did Jamie, since her groans were deeper and less measured. "Ohuuhhhohhh...uhhh...uhhh...ohuuhhhohhh...mmmnnnuuhhohhh...oooh," she called out to her sensual muse as she rocked back and forth in the chair, its creaking keeping a sort of weird syncopated tempo with her internal sexual spasms. 

I responded like a typical male animal. Sweating and puffing, I gripped Jamie by her taut tan hips and dug my prick deeply into her soft, pink snatch ever faster. She was leaking a stream of juice down the inside of her thighs that was as copious as I'd ever seen on a woman and her mouth was encouraging me non-stop. "Uhh...yeah...ohh...fuck...me...hard...Jess...se," she urged, then she began making less sense. "Uhh...nuhhh...aghh...aghh...naghh...ughh...aghh," she grunted and started twisting in my grasp as she neared orgasm. 

When she climaxed I felt her vagina clamp down on my full length and saw her asshole begin to flex wetly above my embedded cock. As she peaked she screamed my name and her head and shoulders fell to the bed as her bracing arms collapsed. I continued stroking into her as she lay there moaning, and – outside the bedroom – Dana herself had her own sympathetic orgasm, all of which helped bring on my own.




Recovering Ch. 02



Jamie sensed it immediately and began begging for it. "Gonna cum, Jessie?" she asked. "Gonna cum? Oooh, I wantcha' ta cum all over me...on my face...in my mouth," she pled as she scrambled off me to crouch below my palpitating dick, which I'd grabbed just behind its swollen, purple knob. A couple of passes of my hand was all it took and a rope of semen shot out of my prick, covering her face from chin to hairline until she wrested my cock from my grasp and placed the crown just inside her lower lip where it pumped a thick load of custard-like lumps over her lower teeth. Her little tongue stirred the contents behind her lips as she milked the final drops from the end, then she swallowed, beaming. "I can never get enough of your jizz, baby," she cooed, as she lavished my flagging pecker with little soft kisses. 

Sleep finally beckoned to us both, then – prior to dawn – we awoke and made love again with Dana watching, only to fall asleep again. After sunrise, Jamie kissed me awake, dressed and left with her blonde friend. She said that she had to work and that she'd see me that night. I hoped that it would be a bit less strange than the previous one, since I checked the other bedroom and the bed was untouched, indicating that Dana had spent the night in my reclining chair.

I finally rose refreshed and energized, ready to finish work on the boat. After a huge breakfast I went to the dock and discovered I needed a few supplies from the general store a couple of miles away. In the car on the way I passed a shapely blonde hitchhiker, with legs to die for, in cowboy boots and a snug mini-dress that came to mid-thigh. I was fifty feet past her before I realized it was Dana wearing sunglasses and slid to a halt on the road's gravel shoulder. 

"Didn't realize it was you. Hop in!" I called out to her as she trotted to catch up. "I'm only going up to the general store for a few things."

"That's where I'm headed," she said, plopping her bag on the floor that apparently she carried wherever she went. I don't know how she did it, but she managed to sit on her left leg that was turned under her and face me by leaning back against the passenger door at the same time that she fastened the seat belt. The creamy skin of the tops of her breasts filled my vision from the open neck of her dress, and the taut muscles of her thighs reawakened the memories of her naked and masturbating in my cabin just a few hours before. "Have to replenish my supply of lollipops," she added as an explanation.

A few minutes later we'd done our shopping and were back in the car, heading home. "Hope you were comfortable, sleeping in my chair last night," I said.

"I've slept in far worse places," she answered, pointedly, as she unwrapped a chocolate lollipop.

This sounded like youthful bravado to me but I was lasciviously curious so I said, "Really?"

"Jamie didn't tell you?" she asked as she took a long lick of her lollipop that made my groin pulse. "Okay...I'll give you the two-minute story of my life. My college professor father knocked up my hippie slut mother. That's how I was conceived. Daddy paid child support and I stayed with him every Summer. Mom lived here in the mountains and played musical beds most of her life. After a while her boy friends began fucking me too. Two for the price of one," she said ruefully. "Anyway, I guess it was only natural for word to get around town. Guys in school naturally expected me to put out for them, too. Since books were my first love, I didn't at first, so they took me by force. The first time I was so ashamed I didn't tell a soul, so it became a regular thing, sometimes by three or four guys at a time. After a while I began to like it. And that's how I became a tramp." She resumed licking her lollipop. 

"Where's your mom now?" I asked.

"Oh, she died...of a drug overdose a few years ago. That's when Jamie and I became inseparable...fellow orphans you might call us."

"So you live with your aunt in South Lake Tahoe?" I probed.

"Yeah. She was a trophy wife to an old guy who died and left her filthy rich. I've been with her for a while, but now I've got a four-year scholarship to college beginning next year," she said. 

"And what're you doing for the rest of the day...after your sleepless night?" I asked suggestively as we pulled up next to my cabin.

"Kickin' back...waiting for Jamie to finish her work," she responded, watching me as she took an especially long, drooling lick of her candy with her wet tongue, now a dark brown color.

"Well, I'm gonna work on my boat," said I, as I walked toward the boathouse. "You're welcome to stick around if you want." I was secretly hoping that she would.

I pulled the 32-foot craft out of its mooring in the boathouse and tied it up next to the dock. She gleamed proudly in the sunlight due to her new paint and varnish, re-chromed bow and stern rails and new canvas. I snapped a few pictures of her with my digital camera before going below to finish the varnish in the companionway. 

"Nice looking boat," Dana said, as she handed me her canvas bag and stretched one cowboy-boot-covered foot to the boat's outer deck to come aboard. She was about 5'7" tall with the outrageous shape of a blonde porn actress, which – in her case, so far as I could tell – was through the benefit of genes as opposed to the techniques of plastic surgery. Even in her dress, her curves nearly brought tears to my eyes as she swung forward to enter the wheelhouse. 

She straightened back up quickly, causing my breathing to return to normal and allowing me to agree with her, whereupon she resumed licking at the chocolate lollipop. She had a broad, flat tongue – I'd noticed the night when I'd spied on her licking Jamie's clit – and she used all of it, rather than just the tip, to lap at the round ball of candy on a stick. I felt a stirring in my groin as she smacked noisily at it and got the feeling that she knew what I was feeling as she curled her tongue around the sweet object as if it were the knob on my hardening dick. 

"I was planning to take it out on a maiden voyage this weekend," I said, at about the same moment that she pulled out the scooped elastic neckline of her dress to cool her obviously hot, sweaty breasts. She then sat and leaned back on her arms to give me the full benefit of her 34-C or D rack which was suspended from superbly-developed pectoral muscles. 

"Jamie and I'll have to be especially nice to you so you'll take us out on it," she said provocatively, raising one appetizing leg thus emphasizing its luscious curves nearly to her ass. I was completely erect now and decided that it would be best if I were to go to work so I didn't embarrass myself. 

"You can count on it!" I said, cheerfully. "But right now I've got some varnish work to finish up below. If you want a sandwich, or have to use the 'head,' give me a shout!" 

"Oh, I won't be bothering you for a while, Jess. I need to cool off a little first," she said, removing her sunglasses, fixing me with a sexy, brown-eyed look, and shaking out her center-parted blonde locks that curled lazily down to her shoulders.

I climbed aboard and set myself up in the companionway: the narrow passage between the rear deck wheelhouse and the lower portion of the boat where the galley, bunks and bathroom and shower are situated. A series of wooden steps or "ladder" connected the two levels and the whole passageway needed re-varnishing, so I set out to do it while standing, first, on the upper steps of the ladder. 

I removed my tee shirt, leaving on only my cargo shorts because of the heat, and spent ten to fifteen minutes varnishing the ceiling portion of the companionway, then the upper four sides, until I got dizzy both from the fumes as well as from working over my head. 

I sat on the top step of the ladder, trying to keep my balance, when I felt Dana's soft, feathery touch on my bare back. I looked up and she was squatted above my left shoulder, revealing her boot tops a few inches away.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said. 

"Oh, sure. First door on your left," I directed her, as she struggled past me on the narrow stairs carrying her bag. Her full breasts pushed against my chest and one of her taut thighs caressed my leg as she brushed my body going down toward the head. The blood raced to my organs immediately and my heart nearly doubled its rate as my body reacted to the 18-year-old temptress. 

I returned to my varnishing and after several minutes I heard Dana below in the cabin area. "You've fixed it up nicely down here. The kitchen is awesome!" she said, approvingly.

I chuckled and corrected her. "You mean the galley, don't you, mate!?" I was still standing on the stairs with the upper half of my body in the companionway, wielding a paintbrush.

The next thing I knew she was standing just below me, looking up into my eyes, and touching my bare leg. I looked down at her as her soft fingers moved up into the pantleg of my shorts and sought the end of my rising dick until she found it. I inhaled sharply as she made contact and unzipped my fly with the other hand and drew my shorts to my ankles. Her heart-shaped face ended in a narrow chin with a small cleft, graced with a beautiful, thin-lipped mouth studded with perfect, white teeth which was now slightly open in a sexy smile. My knees trembled with the mere thought of what I wanted that mouth to do to my rod that was now nearly hard. 

"Tell you what," she purred. "You teach me all the nautical lingo you can and, in return, I'll find a few things around here to do for you...okay?" Then she began licking the underside of my prick with her slick, flat, chocolate-colored tongue from my balls to its tip while her fingers were alive, tickling my balls with touches as soft as a butterfly's wings. I was granite-hard within seconds.

"Jeezus," I gasped as my knees nearly buckled from the jolts of pleasure, a bit dangerous since I still stood on the top step of the companionway ladder. Conscious of my physical position, I placed my wet paint brush on top of the can of varnish above my head and gripped the handrail.

"Hmmmm?" she questioned. "D'you like the...way I lick...you, Daddy?" she asked haltingly, between long, savoring slurps at me. "Ya'wanna cum...in my hot...young mouth?"

"Mmmm, yeah...ever since I saw you and Jamie together...and last night, Jeezus!" I blurted out, curious that she'd called me "Daddy."

"Mmmm-hmmm!" she squealed with her tongue flailing. "Me too! When Jamie showed me that tape with your big dick drivin' her crazy I had to see it for real. An' this morning I saw you takin' off for the store an' I just had to get some of you today!" With that, she plunged her mouth onto me, sucking my glans to the top of her throat, causing me to rise to my tiptoes. And with each plunge thereafter, she took more of me down her throat until – after about a dozen such bobs of her head – she'd buried her nose in my pubic hair. At this point her jaw was as distended as that of a python and her eyes were watery and bloodshot as I felt the muscles of her throat spasming around my deeply intruding cock. 

After a few seconds of such spasming she gagged and pulled off of me, the dark red knob of my cock dripping with mucous and saliva and pulsating with blood. "Ooohh, c'mon down here so I can get to you, Daddy!" she murmured, pulling at me to descend the stairway one step. She didn't want me all the way down, though, as I immediately gathered since she'd raised her dress and thrown it free, allowing her bounteous breasts to leap up to greet me – brushing my thighs – as I lowered myself. 

Dana was the sort of girl who apparently believed that an untouched cock was a cock neglected. As a result both of her hands were jacking my spit-covered rod as she slid it between her fulsome breasts, then squeezing them together like two firm pillows with my prick's now purple knob throbbing atop their cleavage.

"Mmmnnn, look at that...fuck my tits, Daddy," she begged, her cheeks flushed pink and her brown eyes sparkling. "Mmmnnn... eeaahh... ssllpp... yeeaahh...aassllpp ...yeeaahh," she encouraged as she bent her head down to lick and suck at my glans as it speared up toward her face. We continued in this way for five or ten minutes, the last of which Dana used just one hand and arm to squeeze together her creamy tits. With the other she began stroking her slit between her legs. 

I was lost in the feelings she'd awakened in me. I'd staggered backward and leaned against the ladder, grabbing the step closest to my butt, and was humping blindly upward between Dana's tits while she was pressing me backward and into a sitting position as her hand gained speed and pressure on her vulva. "No, honey," she said, "...down more, baby," and she pulled me one step lower, ending our tit fucking, to seat me comfortably with my throbbing cock pointed at the sky. 

The moment I was seated she walked forward, straddling me, and – spreading her cunt lips with two fingers – slid slowly down my tumescent rod, stopping intermittently and pushing again each time her progress was interrupted. I'd seldom felt such tight musculature, and was amazed at her rhythmic internal palpitations each time she squatted further onto me. 

"Is it good?" she questioned, bathing my face with her angelic breath. "Huh? Am I a good little girl, Daddy? You like my hot, snapping pussy?"

Words had failed me up to this point, but my hands had kept busy. Her stunning, firm flesh filled my palms and my lips nibbled every inch of her torso from breast line to mouth as she mounted me. "Nnngg-ggawwdd, yess!" I growled as I rose from the ladder a few inches, supporting myself in back with one arm. "Gimme that wet cunt!" I grunted savagely, spearing upward into her dozens of times in a half-crouch, causing her to wrap her satiny legs around me and hang on tightly.

"Ooooh-hoo-hoo, Daddy," she teased girlishly, "I love it when you're rough with me. Oooh, put this in my ass an' keep doin' me hard and fast." Dana was full of surprises, this one being the flesh-colored dildo she'd used the night before which – apparently while she was in the bathroom – she'd withdrawn from her bag, lubed and sat on a shelf next to the ladder, ready for use. In any case, I took it from her and poked at her rectum which, with gentle coaxing, eventually absorbed the greasy instrument to its fake balls, prompting a satisfied "Ahhhhhhmmmnnn" from deep in her lungs.

I was now moving smoothly in and out of her from below, with her standing with one booted foot on the bottom step of the ladder, with my legs straddling it, and her other leg hooked over one of my arms. My other arm was wrapped around her butt, moving the dildo in and out of her ass in alternate strokes to my own cock, much to her enjoyment as well my own, as evidenced by our savage noises.

One of her arms encircled my neck and the other fed me her breast flesh which I slavered over and chewed between grunts and growls. The rougher I treated her, the better she seemed to like it as she accelerated toward an orgasm. 

Her cries of, "Harder!...yeah...aaghh...ooh...aahh...yeah! Oh, Daddy! It's...so good! Nnghh...gonna cum...all over...your cock! Yeah! Aaghh...mmmnn, oh, Gawd! Fuck...me...harder!" even outdid the verbal talent of her best friend, Jamie, as well as the volume. No matter. I gladly followed her instructions, blindly plunging up into her slick, clasping cunt, and within a few minutes she had a climax that can best be described as an altered state of consciousness. 

It began when she froze in midair, the muscles in her body becoming like bands of iron as she threw back her head with her face to the sky. Then she squirted a copious amount of fluid from her vagina, a thin, watery substance that took me by surprise. Regaining my composure, I lowered her to the floor and began stroking again into her but was met with the same muscular stiffness on her part until I realized she hadn't taken a breath since her orgasm had begun. After a few seconds she gasped and began breathing and I tried again to establish a stroking rhythm which she stopped by hugging me incredibly tightly and whispering, "Hold still." Finally she began fucking up at me in thrusts so lightning-fast that I couldn't keep up with them and she went into another screaming climax, followed by another, and another...and yet another. Somewhere during the minutes of that multi-orgasmic cycle I splattered a load of semen all over her front, from her muff to her mouth. The juice that she'd squirted had run down her legs and into her boots as we lay exhausted on the floor of the boat's cabin, and the dildo that had plumbed her rectum had slipped out and lay to the side in mute testimony to its previous carnal task. 

I lay on my side, sore and scuffed from carpet burns, only able to mumble, "Jeezus Keerist!" 

She smiled dreamily and trailed a finger down my chest to my cock, saying, "I get kinda wild when guys do what I want 'em to." Then she sat up and pulled off her cowboy boots, tossing them aside, and returned to my groin where she began stroking my thigh with feathery touches. "You have a really nice body, y'know that, Jess, a lot like my father's. I've always liked the bodies of older men," she said, as she suddenly swooped down to engulf my cock in her lovely mouth. I groaned and rolled onto my back, allowing her to take my stiffening member deeply and massage it with her throat muscles until I was fully erect and ready for her once again, though in the back of my mind I was wondering what freakish memory caused her to compare my physique to that of her father. 

My rumination was short-lived as this time Dana wanted me orally. She began swallowing me all the way to my pubic hair, then – as she retreated upward – replaced her mouth with first one, then both of her soft hands, twisting them in a spiral so that I thought I'd blow my second load prematurely. I was gritting my teeth and thrashing my head back and forth to forestall orgasm and looked down as she worked my shaft better than it had ever before been handled. Her clear brown eyes were looking straight into my soul, it seemed, and I wondered how in the world I could ever make sense of this blonde nymph...or in any way control her.

That's when my eyes drifted upward – over her head – to the ladder leading up to the wheelhouse. On it stood the shocked, hurt figure of Jamie, who nearly broke my heart as she tearfully spoke in a halting whisper, "Dana, honey, you said you wouldn't touch him unless I was around...".

Please vote, send constructive feedback, and watch for Chapter 03. 



Recovering Ch. 03



By jay.palin © 2008. All Rights Reserved.

I urge you to read the two earlier chapters for background. All characters are at least 18 years old.

When my wife of twenty years and I divorced and I moved from the city to a lakeside cabin in the mountains of California to get away from it all, I had little reason to suspect my life would get more complicated. The fact that the family next door had an adopted teenage granddaughter whom I'd known since she was a child – and who'd had a crush on me for ten years – made my move to the country much more frenetic than before, however. What I'd thought would be a quiet period of recovery from a mid-life marital crisis had instead become an act of balancing the relatively simple day-to-day needs of my existence with the sexual appetite of a hormone-driven teenager. Specifically, I became the lover-on-demand of Jamie, a beautiful, voracious, 18-year-old Latina who cleaned houses for walking-around money.

And she was only part of the story.

Jamie had a best friend, the blonde, statuesque, Dana, a former sexually-abused teen, whose claim to fame in the mountain village to which I'd recently moved was that she'd been the valedictorian of her high school class the previous June. Contradicting that, she'd allowed several sons of the local gentry to gangbang her during her high school years, which had more recently evolved into a bisexual lifestyle highlighted by a lesbian relationship with her girlfriend – my teenage lover – Jamie. 

Until one day in the cabin on my boat, that is, when Jamie was working and Dana seduced me in a weak moment while I was doing some maintenance work. At that moment – though I didn't yet know it – the psychological recovery from my divorce was complete and had been replaced by the insidious lure of a sexual addiction. 

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The multi-orgasmic Dana and I had just finished fucking for the first time. I was lying on my back on the floor of the boat's galley and she was covered with my semen from pussy to eyebrows while busy trying to resurrect my flagging cock with her hot mouth. That's when my eyes drifted upward – over her head – to the ladder leading up to the wheelhouse. On it stood the shocked, hurt figure of Jamie, who'd caught us in a post-orgasmic afterglow. She nearly broke my heart as she tearfully spoke in a halting whisper, "Dana, honey, you said you wouldn't touch him unless I was around."

I felt sick when I saw the look of betrayal on the sweet girl's face, and – groaning – rolled away from Dana, my half-hard cock slipping wetly from her full lips. Dana was equally surprised, sitting straight up on the floor with her firm 34-D breasts jiggling as she straightened her hair. 

"Jamie!" she gasped, "I didn't expect you ‘til… . Oh, baby, I'm so sorrrry…" .

"It's really all my fault, Jamie," said I, apologetically, looking around for my shorts. "I invited Dana down to the boat."

"And you know what a slut I am!" Dana gushed half-convincingly, as she wiped drying strings of my cum from her tits.

"It's just that I trusted both of you…" Jamie said quietly, turning on the ladder and starting back up to the wheelhouse.

"Wait! I'm coming with you!" said Dana, throwing her dress on and grabbing her boots and bag. Before she disappeared up the ladder, though, she planted a full-mouth kiss on me with plenty of tongue, and filled her free hand with my cock and balls…apparently to let me know she harbored no negative feelings. 

I found my shorts behind the ladder, put them on, and went up to the wheelhouse. The girls had left, leaving me alone to ponder the consequences of being caught in flagrante delecto. As I shakily resumed my varnishing tasks, my thoughts were split between my guilt feelings and how I might make things right with Jamie…and the phenomenal fucking experience I'd just had with her hot blonde friend. 

I worked on the boat the rest of the afternoon and pulled it back into the boathouse before hiking up to my cabin. I hadn't seen or heard from Jamie since earlier in the afternoon so decided to call her on her cell phone.  

"Jesse!" she answered brightly, as if nothing had happened earlier in the day.

"I'm really sorry that I hurt you, Jamie," I said.

"Oh, Gawd, don't worry about it!" she gushed. "I know how hard it is to resist Dana. She told me all about it, an' then we got nice, an'…now it's as if nothin' happened!"

"You…got…nice?" I asked. 

"Uh-huh! Gramps and Gramma were out this afternoon so we went up to my room an'…well, you know…".

The image of the two teenage beauties with their heads locked between each others' trembling thighs flashed through my mind as I asked, "Where are you now?"

"Oh, we jumped in Dana's car after and drove out here to her aunt's place," she said. "I called the people whose house I was gonna clean tomorrow and they said it was okay to come on Saturday. So, I got a day off today!"

"Then I won't see you until Monday evening?" 

"Well, Dana's aunt was hopin' you'd come for dinner tomorrow night. Then Dana an' I could spend Sunday on the boat with you…like we'd planned," she said.

The prospect of driving over an hour to meet Dana's wealthy aunt, and behaving like a monk through dinner with two horny teenage girls – both of whom I'd nailed – wasn't very appealing. However I felt that I owed Jamie something for hurting her earlier, so I accepted. 

"Dress casually an' be sure to bring your swim trunks!" she said, before signing off.

Early the following morning I took the boat out on the lake for a trial run before taking the girls out the following day. Before noon I showered, dressed in khakis, a polo shirt and loafers and drove east through the mountains into the valley to Stateline, Nevada. 

The afternoon passed quickly after lunch. As usual, I joined the legions of Blackjack players whose dollars keep the casinos open and operating. But – I told myself – I was there for the evening to patch things up with Jamie, not to make a killing playing cards. So, at around five p.m. I drove back to South Lake Tahoe, the town next door where Dana's aunt lived, after picking up a couple of bottles of good red wine for dinner.  

Dana's aunt's home was an impressive, gated, two-story affair with a tennis court and large swimming pool facing the lake. A gorgeous, petite, uniformed young Latina answered the door – who I assumed was the maid – told me in heavily-accented English that she'd announce my arrival after inviting me in, and disappeared. After a few minutes she reappeared, told me that the "senora" was on the phone, and offered me a drink. With a generous glass of scotch – which I didn't really need given the booze I'd had earlier at the casino – the diminutive Hispanic girl then escorted me outside to the pool where Jamie and Dana were splashing away like a couple of kids.  

I stood in the shadow of the second-story veranda and sipped my scotch, watching the two bikini-clad beauties romp and giggle playfully until one of them saw me. I hoisted my glass in a toast, and they shrieked and splashed toward me, bounding out of the pool to soak me in a sandwiching hug. Jamie took me first, nearly leaping into my arms to plant her tongue in my mouth while the taller girl, Dana, frenched my right ear, then whispered lewdly, "Ooh, lemme take off these clothes so you can swim with us!" as she groped at my belt. She stopped abruptly, however, as her aunt appeared in the doorway behind us, apparently having witnessed the girls welcoming me. 

"Ladies! Let the poor man relax with his cocktail. He has plenty of time for a swim!" said the woman, whose extraordinary beauty and presence locked up my chest so tightly I found it difficult to breathe. 

She wasn't too tall, only about 5'6", but had an outstanding, well-toned figure rivaling that of her niece, Dana. She must have measured 34D-23-34 and her smooth musculature spoke of many hours in a gym. I guessed her to be in her mid-thirties. She was dressed in a white, snugly-fitting, sleeveless tennis dress with an ultra-short skirt designed to draw the eyes to her sumptuously tanned thighs and tight calves. After I scanned downward from her breasts to her toes in an appreciative microsecond of appraisal, I returned to her face and was met with a bemused look of self-confidence. She tossed her head slightly, shifting her shoulder-length, streaked brown hair that was kept in place with a white headband, and her dark brown eyes glinted as she focused on me. She held out her hand like a queen, as if expecting a kiss on its back.

"Hi. I'm Ginger," she said in a syrupy, cultured, alto voice, her full lips curling so sexily as to make me wonder if she'd had Botox treatments.

"Jess," I responded, shaking her hand slightly before disengaging.

"Well, Jess, if you'd like a swim you're welcome to change in one of the cabanas on the pool deck. I just finished a set of tennis and have to shower and get beautiful before dinner. If you want more to drink, just ask Aurora, whom you just met. For the next hour or so I'll leave you in the capable hands of these two girls. Dana, show Jess every courtesy, will you?" she said, then disappeared inside.

"Oh, for sure, Aunt Ginger," called Dana as her aunt departed and the girl's eyes flashed devilishly at me. Then she whispered to Jamie, "C'mon, baby, grab his swimming stuff and let's get him naked," as she started yanking me – not altogether unwillingly – toward one of the cabanas. 



Inside the canvas hut, they giggled to themselves as they stripped me and I fell – chuckling – on one of the cots to remove my shoes. As I pulled my socks off, Jamie, who was kneeling between my legs, enveloped my rising cock with her mouth, sucking its length past her epiglottis. On her knees next to me, Dana forced me onto my back while probing at my tonsils with her tongue and untying her bikini bottoms at the same time. While Jamie was sucking me hard, Dana then squatted over my chest while facing her – like two cowgirls riding me – and eased backward to my face, poising her pink, shaved pussy directly over my mouth. Unable to see anything other than the slick, parted lips of her cunt and her anus, for one brief moment I oriented myself by reaching up and placing my hands over her cushy naked breasts and – at the same time – felt Jamie position the head of my erect cock against the moist entrance to her own snatch, just before the three of us became a tangle of thrusting, pleasuring flesh. 

Both girls sighed in unison as my two members – cock and tongue – slid in to plumb their moist, hot insides. They immediately began slowly rocking their hips back and forth and mewling in their throats as their tongues lapped at each others' mouths. Soon Jamie broke away from her friend's embrace, groaning breathlessly, "Ohh, Dana, honey, diddle me so I can get off…then I'll do you, okay?" 

I felt Dana's fingers stroking at Jamie's clit just above the base of my embedded cock as it met her moist pelvis. The touches energized Jamie's thrusts on and off me, causing her to take full plunges which – in turn – seemed to draw from Dana sympathetic streams of juice into my mouth as they both moaned and whimpered occasionally in their rising passion.  



"Is it good, Jamie?" asked Dana.

"Oohh, Jeezuss Gawwd it's so good, Dee…he's so big…makes me wanna cummmm," babbled Jamie as she pounded onto my erect pole for a few minutes and Dana flailed away at her clit with three fingers. "Mmmm, keep doin' me…honey…riiiight therrrre!" shuddered Jamie as her hips jammed down and gripped me, trembling as an orgasm began coursing through her that caused her snug vagina to begin spasming around my buried meat. 

For the next couple of minutes all I heard was the breathy, rasping sound of both girls as they licked at one another's mewling mouths during Jamie's shattering climax. As she neared its end she relaxed, her tight grip on my cock loosened, and she eased herself off me to lie on her back. Dana then quickly clambered off of my face, assumed a "69" position over Jamie's head, leaving me panting and still stiff from boning her. 

"C'mon, Jess," she taunted, "you're not just gonna lay there and watch, are you?" As if to punctuate her question, she stroked her round, alabaster ass with one palm and wiggled her arched buns at me wantonly just as – from between her legs – Jamie's tongue lashed out to lick long and wetly up her pink slit. 

These two girls were obviously familiar with mutual cunnilingus. I'd witnessed them when spying on them through binoculars, locked in a passionate embrace in Jamie's bedroom with their tongues up each others' vaginas. But a two-woman threesome was new to them, or so I was led to believe…and was to me as well. So it was with intense excitement that I slipped my cock slowly into Dana's creamy, heated depths, straddling Jamie's head with my knees as I did so, and – once embedded – stirred my probe around to relax her insides before taking six or eight full strokes.

She exhaled and moaned "Oh, fuck, yeeaah!" as one elbow holding her weight gave way and she tumbled onto Jamie's thigh. I grabbed her hips and took a dozen or so more strokes all the way to the hilt, feeling the slick, hot laving of Jamie's tongue on the underside of my balls just before she grabbed my prick and pulled it out of Dana's cunt to suck on it. "Nooo! Jamieeee! It's my turn! Put ‘im back innnn!" Dana whined as my petite Latina lover throated me noisily with her mouth just below her friend's hungry cunt. 

Then, just as suddenly, she slipped me back into Dana whom I continued screwing without missing a stroke, only to be pulled out of her again and throated by Jamie. We repeated this cycle a half-dozen times until Dana was half out of her mind with her friend's teasing and I was nearly crazy from not knowing what next to expect. 

That is, until Jamie slipped out from under her blonde friend, knelt beside her and looked up at me as I continued fucking her. At that moment she wrapped her tan hands and forearms around Dana's round ivory buttocks and pulled them apart lovingly as if to ease the entry of my invasive member. "Go ahead, Jesse," she murmured. "It's okay. I'm giving her to you." She then laid her beautiful cheek on her friend's bottom – just at the top of her crack – and licked her lips, so that her mouth formed a third moist orifice above Dana's pussy and anus. Though my dick was still occupied with the first of these, the fact that all three were now available for my pleasure caused a moment of indecision in me.

"Hurry!" urged Dana, her face resting on her forearms crossed on the cot. "It's getting closer to dinnertime!" reminding us that her Aunt Ginger had given us only a little over an hour to occupy ourselves while she bathed and dressed for the evening meal. 

At that Jamie reached out and pulled my cock from Dana's vagina, thrust her mouth onto it, and swallowed me deeply once, which stimulated me to face fuck her ‘til she gagged and expelled me from her throat. When she did this a copious amount of drool spilled from her lips down Dana's butt crack – coating her rectum – which Jamie then used as a lubricant as both of us eased my organ slowly past the elastic sphincter of her blonde friend's colon. 

I immediately grasped Dana's hips and pushed to enter her further, to which she responded with a deep groan and a backward push of her buns, skewering herself onto me even more deeply. As my pubic hair met her butt, I stirred myself in a circular motion to loosen her asshole's tightness – drawing additional whimpers of pleasure – until Jamie began licking the swollen lining of her colon each time it emerged with my out-strokes. Taking this as a cue, I soon pulled all the way out of Dana and buried my cock in Jamie's hot throat, leaving the blonde girl's pink rectum gaping open with her butt still moving in sympathetic fucking motions with Jamie's head riding atop it. 

Jamie throated me for as long as she could, then finally pulled off of me, gasping for breath, at which point I then re-entered Dana's pussy, much to her vocal delight. We repeated this cycle five or six times until I was standing in a half-crouch position behind Dana, screwing her cunt for all I was worth as she came to a whimpering vaginal orgasm.

As she'd done before, Jamie then reached between her friend's and my humping bodies and pulled my cock from Dana's steaming cunt while I was on an out-stroke, once again to place it at the crimson entrance of her asshole. I slid inside with ease, meeting little resistance, and soon my balls were slapping against her dripping cooze, drawing mild squeaks of pleasure from her each time they made contact. Once again Jamie laid her cheek on Dana's backside as I resumed my position on my knees, so that I could look down at her beautiful face less than six inches from where I was sodomizing her girlfriend.   

"Gonna cum, Jesse?" she asked, softly. "If you are, can I have some? Please?"

That's all it took. It's as if a switch had been tripped in my brain as the first orgasmic buzz hit me immediately, causing me to bury my dick to the hilt in Dana's ass as I felt the first gout of semen race up my cock and splash deeply inside the blonde's bowels. Just as quickly, I growled, withdrew my spewing prick, and plugged her pussy, there to pump another shot or two of cum into her. Finally, the allure of Jamie's open mouth and the mewling sounds she was making as her tongue beckoned to me proved too much for my selfishness. I whipped my dick out of Dana's caressing slit and spent the remainder of my load in the little Latina's throat, only to have her swallow it with a resounding gulp.

"Jamie!" pouted Dana, "I wanted a taste, too!" Dana was still propped on her knees with her ass in the air.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch! Don't I always take care of you? C'mere!" Jamie then rolled her girlfriend onto her back, got between her legs, and sucked the semen residue out of her anus. Keeping it in her mouth, she then sucked the cum out of her vagina. Then, as if it were something they did every day, she bent over Dana's face and – from a height of about four inches – oozed the thick stream of my viscous, gray-green jizzum into her friend's open mouth.

Both girls donned their bikinis and were in the pool before I exited the cabana. When I stepped outside I started to go into the house and look for Aurora to bring me another drink. As I approached the patio door, Jamie called to me and asked me where I was going. I told her and she quickly heaved herself out of the pool and ran to me, plucking the glass from my hand.

"I'll get it for you," she hissed, under her breath. "She's just a cook, Jesse!" she added, as if that occupation rendered Aurora an inferior being. After all, I mused, Jamie herself was soon to be in training as a cook – or chef, rather – in a cooking school. 

I shrugged and dove into the pool, glad that the chlorine would wash the smelly sexual gunk from my body before dinner. I swam a couple of laps and Aurora appeared with my drink, which Jamie directed her to set on a poolside table. I noticed that the stunning Latina had changed from her day costume of two-toned blue pants and blouse to a black and white, French-type, servant's uniform with very short skirt, emphasizing her curvy caramel legs, and a scooped neckline that showed the tops of her full, delicious breasts. 

I climbed from the pool and, as Aurora headed back into the house from the pool deck she must have felt my eyes on her since, just as she reached the sliding glass door, she turned and glanced back to where I was standing, watching her and chewing idly on an ice cube. She flushed and dipped her head embarrassedly as she disappeared around the corner. As she slipped from sight I was somewhat surprised – since it had so recently been put to carnal use – to feel my cock jump in my swim trunks. 




Recovering Ch. 03



Dinner was a feast, for the eyes as well as the belly. I'd never been privileged to be the only male at a meal with three such beautiful single women as Dana's aunt, Ginger, and the two girls. As a result, I drank more than I should – relying on "Dutch Courage" to stimulate my dinner party chatter – which resulted in a few more bawdy stories than is my conventional fare. And as I drank more the ladies only became more tantalizing, Aurora included.

Dana and Jamie had merely pulled their hair into ponytails and thrown on tank tops and short shorts, obviously without underwear since their nipples and "camel toes" constantly distracted me. They were seated across from me at dinner, with Ginger on my right, at the head of the table, which prompted the long-legged Dana to stretch her feet between my knees and tickle my groin as we conversed. As her aunt began telling of the girls' plans to take an apartment together in the city while attending their respective schools, the blonde vixen's toes kept stroking me under the table. After ten or so minutes of such treatment I was as hard as iron, with my dick pushing out one pant leg.

At about that time Aurora began serving an appetizer course, suddenly appearing at my left shoulder. Without thinking I pushed my chair back, lifted my napkin off my lap to wipe my mouth, 

revealing the raging boner in my pants to the shy Latina. To her credit, though, she didn't miss a beat. She looked down, asked me if I wanted any shrimp, and when I answered her in Spanish she murmured "Ah, you speak my language!" Then, much to my surprise, she dropped a fresh napkin in my lap, straightened it deftly with her fingers gently stroking my cock, and served me. 

All the while she was finishing attending to me – less than one foot away – I was mesmerized by the raven color of her short, layered haircut, the classic features of her Hispanic face, her half-inch-long eyelashes, and the heavenly dispersal of perfumed flesh on her less-than-five-foot frame. But even with all this Aurora wasn't the only attraction. 

Dana's aunt, Ginger, had dressed in a diaphanous, dark-brown, long-sleeved, floor length gown with panels at the breast and pelvic lines that prevented one from seeing through the garment to her privates. The sleeves as well as the skirt were slit from shoulder to wrist and waist to ankle, showing tantalizing amounts of tanned flesh. On her feet were three-inch stiletto heels with Roman-type straps. Her streaked hair was done in loose waves which caressed the tops of her tan shoulders and her eye makeup was lightly done in brown with flecks of gold to match her jewelry. As tipsy as I was, she reminded me of an Egyptian goddess.

When the splendid dinner was over, complemented by the wine I'd brought, Ginger and I had a cognac and she pointedly told the girls that she wanted to show me the rest of the house and also to speak privately with me. That gave the girls an excuse to make themselves scarce, since by that time they were bored and getting tired.

"You've made quite an impression on the girls, Jess," said Ginger, as she walked me through the sumptuous upstairs bedrooms of her home. "After my sister died of her drug overdose and I adopted Dana, I fully expected to have to force feed her on the virtues of older men. Now I see that I won't have to," she added, grinning and pinching my forearm meaningfully. 

"She's extremely intelligent. With a mind like hers you shouldn't have to force feed her anything," I retorted as we strolled into her fully-equipped private gymnasium.

"When I said you'd made an impression it wasn't exactly on the girls' minds that I was referring to," she said pointedly, stopping me and fixing me with a gaze in the middle of the gym in which we were walking. "I hope you understand that I can't allow any…any sexual hanky-panky with them under my roof while you visit."

"Of course I understand," I said in barely a whisper, now knowing that she knew nothing about the before-dinner poolside fuck that I'd enjoyed with Jamie and Dana. We then walked into her large library where she buzzed Aurora, who subsequently appeared with two more snifters of cognac. "Very attractive servant, by the way," I said after the stunning Latina had departed.

Seating ourselves across from one another in two leather club chairs she said, "Aurora? Oh, she's much more than a servant, Jess; more like a personal assistant. She – like Dana – was orphaned as a teen and my aging husband and I provided a home for her. She started out as a cook, graduated to maid, then – after he died – she became my overall housekeeper. Now that she's in her mid-twenties she runs the place, supervising day laborers as they come and go."

"There seems to be some friction with Jamie," I said.

"I can't imagine why. They have similar ethnic roots and she's teaching Jamie how to cook to prep her for classes in the Fall. Of course, Jamie's seen the way Aurora looks at you and that probably makes her uneasy." She then hesitated. "What is it about you, Jess, that causes we women to lust so openly after you?!"

I shrugged and took a long pull off my cognac, looking at her beautifully-formed, lithe body sitting across from me. She'd said too much with her question, and perhaps realized it. Moreover, her filmy slit skirt had parted to reveal her bare crossed legs nearly to her crotch…at least to the dark brown underskirt that covered her nakedness. 

"Before you answer that I have a proposition for you," she said, deftly changing the subject. "As I said before, the girls are getting an apartment in the city while they're students. They tell me you have one near your office as well and plan to commute up here on weekends to live the life of a country gent. Could you kind of keep an eye on them during the school year? I'd be ever-so-grateful. And, on weekends you could keep me posted as to how they're doing," she added. 

"I'll do what I can," I said, getting out of my chair and stumbling. "Right now I'd better be going."

"Not after all you've had to drink," she said. "I'd never forgive myself if you got a DUI or – God forbid – had an accident going home in the mountains. Aurora'll prepare a guest room for you. Let's go see if we can find the girls."

In a TV room off the kitchen we found Dana sleeping on a sofa. She informed us that Jamie had already turned in, since she had to drive to work early the next morning. Then she went to bed and I bid Ginger goodnight.

Soon Aurora appeared and escorted me to the far end of the house and a guest bedroom, where she turned down the bed, made additional preparations in the adjoining bathroom, and left. I stripped naked immediately, turned on the TV with the sound muted, and very happily laid back in the middle of the king sized bed.  

Fifteen minutes later I was roused from a half-sleep by a feathery knock on the door. I heard another and got up, holding a pillow in front of myself for modesty. Opening the door a crack I looked into the dark hallway and there was the gorgeous, diminutive Aurora, holding a stack of towels. She'd changed from her servant's uniform into a white, terrycloth bathrobe that ended appetizingly at mid-thigh. Slipping into the room she said in her halting English: "Perdon, senor. Extra towels for the morning shower."

I nodded, mumbled, "si," and pointed to the bathroom, the access to which she was of course familiar. She went in, turned on the light, stacked the towels on the vanity, then pulled a fresh bath mat from a cupboard and spread it on the floor. Totally unconsciously, she bent over and smoothed out some imaginary wrinkles – much as she'd done at the dinner table with my napkin – causing her to show her dark tan rectum and carefully-trimmed pussy to me amid two perfect globes of firm caramel flesh. Then she straightened up and looked at me over her shoulder, smiling demurely before turning out the bathroom light. Even with all that I'd had to drink that day, my cock stirred, started to rise and I tossed the pillow I'd been holding in front of my groin onto the bed.

At the bathroom doorway she paused for a moment to look at my naked form, then wordlessly undid the robe's belt and shrugged it from her shoulders, letting it whisper into a pool around her ankles. When she reached me she slid both of her soft hands languorously up my prick to my belly, milking the shaft several times before embracing me. 

"Oooh, Senor Jess, you are so beeeg!" she exulted as her fingers caressed my turgid member.

She was about 4'11" tall and the faint light of the television revealed the body of a mini-goddess: 32C-20-32; truly a doll-size wonder, which – when I hugged her – drove me momentarily crazy with desire as I felt her firm, tender flesh yield to my much greater size and strength.

I lifted her off the floor and she squeaked softly in her throat while wrapping her legs around my middle as our mouths met in a moaning, penetrating kiss. I stepped backward until reaching the bed with my calves and eased our grappling bodies full-length onto the bed with her on top of me. 

Looking down at our pelvises, I saw that my fully-engorged penis extended from her vulva to a couple of inches above her navel. I hesitated for a fraction of a second before proceeding, only to have my attention captured by the dark-eyed beauty licking my pectorals and nibbling at my nipples, then masturbating me with one hand and slowly penetrating my asshole with the middle digit of the other. 

As her finger crept up my colon toward my prostate gland, her head dropped inexorably toward my prick until – finally! – she captured me in the velvet confines of her mouth…first sucking the bulging knob, then off, then on for a couple of more inches, then more yet, and repeatedly until with her other hand she gently touched the prostate, causing my hips to jump several inches off of the bed...with my cock more deeply in her mouth. Never had I felt such stimuli during oral sex…and she was far from finished.

As she gently rubbed my internal gland, she took more of my root into her throat…deeper, wetter, more noisily, until we were both groaning loudly, she from lack of air and I from unbelievable bliss, at which point she pulled her finger free of my asshole. Propping herself up on her elbows as she gasped for breath and while jacking my saliva-covered dick, she beamed at its angry tumescence and said, "Mmmmm, looka' thaaat!" 

She then shifted to one knee and one foot and, straddling me, began sliding the tip of the thick, throbbing rod between her pussy lips, slowly absorbing it inside. She was incredibly wet and hot. But above all else she felt tighter than any female I'd had since I'd been in my teens. I reached down and grasped her small, tight thirty-two inch hips and she grabbed my forearms, using them for leverage to raise herself to a squatting position as she took ever-lengthening slow drops onto my skewering prong. 

Her breathing came in short gasps as she looked down at me through lust-filled eyes and murmured haltingly, "Ooooh…despa…despacito…con calma…por favor, querido!" Enough of my Spanish returned to me briefly to warn me that she was asking me to take it easy on her tender vitals. After a few minutes I'd gained enough depth inside her that she began leaking a thick discharge, with her downward movements becoming more like plunges and her upward ones like circular withdrawals. I scooped a glob of this cream from her trimmed pubic bush and tasted its tart richness, then fed the same to her, sticking two fingers in her mouth to give her a sample. She giggled and then accelerated her fucking down onto me, whispering, "Oooh, you are…so dirty, Jesseeee!" as she stretched her little face up to my head, there to kiss me deeply, allowing me to flip her over on her back and bury myself into her to her cervix.

"Aieeee!" she exclaimed, instantly clawing me on one shoulder while raking my chest and belly with the nails of her other hand. She purred as she watched our bodies come together, rolling her muscular pussy around my embedded cock and telling me in Spanish that she wanted to look at our parts meshing. "Dejame mirar a ti, carino," she pleaded, as she spread her legs widely and curled her torso up and forward to see my swollen root slide into her gash, to which I groaned ecstatically and hurried my plunging into her.

After a few minutes of noisy, strenuous fucking I looked down at the taut horizontal muscular striations across her little belly and was shocked that a woman so small could accommodate an organ as large as my own. As if reading my mind, she then began cooing softly to me – in Spanish and broken English – which only turned me on even more. 

"Hol' me close, baby," she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and began grinding with gusto against my pelvic bone. "Me mantenga cerca, mmmmnnn, tha's iiitt. Ees goood, baby. Sooo goood. Yeh. Si-si-si. Oooh, si, papi," she gasped almost non-stop as her tempo increased and my loins ground against hers in a slick, buttery rhythm.

Finally I felt the inner pressure of her cervix begin to relax and admit me. "Oooh, querido, quiero sentir la matriz!" she gasped as she begged me to enter her uterus. Then she dug her fingernails into my biceps and commanded that I give it to her hard, "Damelo, bebe! Damelo! " through clenched teeth as she thrust her cunt at me, repeatedly burying the head of my cock far up in the seething cauldron of her womb. 

At about this point Aurora began to orgasm. "Aiiieee, cojeme duro, bebe! Fuck me…harder! Yeh, yeh, yeh…ees…ees…ees…now! Now! Now! Ahoraaaa…!" she yelled loudly enough to awaken anyone sleeping close by. For the next minute and a half her little body curled crab-like around my buried prick, milking it as if seeking some heavenly sustenance. At the end of her orgasmic throes the petite beauty lay with her eyes closed, making soft, child-like murmurs in her throat as her vagina continued to spasm around my fully-embedded cock.

When she was quieter I leaned down and nuzzled her ear, poking it wetly with my tongue and whispering, "I wanta eat you now, Aurora," to which she responded with a drowsy giggle.

"Oooh, senor Jess…usted tiene una mente sucia…you understan', baby?"

"No, baby, I don't"

"I say that ‘You got a dirty mind', you bad boy!" she said, giggling again as she cradled my face in her hands while I lowered my head to go down on her. 

She was anything but shy. By the time my tongue had taken a swipe up the slick furrow of her pussy her hands were on the back of my head, further urging me to slake my thirst for her juices from deep inside. I split her labia with my fingers and she took the hint, spreading her legs so widely that they were under her shoulders and her little tan asshole was winking at me below her cunt. I teased it gently with a finger while I flicked at her clit with the tip of my tongue and she writhed with ecstatic pleasure, which only encouraged me to lick her with greater resolve.

Grasping her wrists and thereby pinioning her legs under her shoulders, I plunged my tongue deeply into her rectum, causing her to yelp in surprise and wiggle to try to break free. A few more swipes of my tongue left her begging for more, however, as I laved her crack fully from asshole to clit. The hot, acidic taste of her bowels drove me into a frenzy as I bored deeper, bringing groans of carnal satisfaction from her lungs as she arched her luscious bottom up toward my slavering mouth. Soon she reached another orgasmic plane where her head was thrashing from side to side and she was crying "Ah, si!...ah, si!...ah, si!...ah, si!" as I buried my tongue in her colon repeatedly while thumbing the engorged nubbin of her clit. Releasing her wrists from my grasp, I then attacked her clitoris with my mouth, bringing her to a shattering climax as my long fingers probed deeply into the dark reaches of her asshole.   

Aurora's second orgasm was less frenetic but longer-lasting. It also freed her legs from their position under her shoulders, allowing her to actively take part in our passionate wrestling match. As her waves of excitement calmed she had pulled away from me, working her way across the bed and facing away from me on her side. I reached for her little silken body as it trembled exhaustively and she moaned as my hands traced the curves of her lovely smooth ass. I molded myself to her and she cooed in her throat and reached back between us to grab my rampant cock, running her hand its full length but paying special tactile attention to its mushroom head.

"Hmmmnnn, Es tan grande!" she murmured, marveling at its size as I slipped it between her tight, wet butt cheeks to probe her tan rectal opening. "Eeet's so beeeg!" she gasped in English, just in case I didn't understand.

"You want it this way, baby?" I asked, nuzzling her neck and turning her onto her tummy as I spread her legs, pulling her to her knees and kneeling between them while I again nudged open her beautiful bottom with my throbbing knob. 

"Oh, si! Si! I love eet in my ass!" she said with a lascivious grin. 

She was much too short for me to engage her if I knelt, so I pulled her on her knees back to the edge of the bed, so that I could stand on the floor and ream her while standing. When I got her in position I ran my stiff prick up and down her crack, teasing her for several seconds as she began to whimper and whine wantonly. I took a couple of half-hearted pokes at her anus while stroking her silken ass with my hands and she cried out "Haieee!" joyfully but ended her cries with a moan of disappointment each time. Suddenly she barked something in Spanish out of apparent frustration: "Ponga dentro, papi!" then repeated it in English, "Put eet in, daddy!" 

I did exactly that, at about the same time that Aurora thrust back against my groin, driving me several inches into her steamy, wet colon, and causing her to exhale in a sudden, groaning, "Uunnh!" That was just the beginning, though, as I began boring into her balls deep with each thrust. At first my loins smacked against her thighs loudly, then her moans began drowning out that noise as she gave voice to her rising passion. "Uuhh…uuhh…uuhh…uuhh…uuhh!" she grunted more loudly each time my meat probed her dark hole. Finally, she grabbed fists full of the bed sheets and begged me in a shrill voice, "Sancionar mi…mas fuerte!" 

It took a couple of seconds for me to realize that she was begging me to punish her, and after a few seconds to do it harder. Nevertheless, I obliged her, to the point where she collapsed on her tummy with me on top of her – brutally rooting her asshole from behind – all the while my arm was wrapped around her and diddling her clit, while she screamed in ecstasy into a pillow that she'd hastily grabbed. This went on for a couple of more minutes, with her yelling "Mas fuerte!...mas fuerte!", until she rose on both of her arms and bowed her back, throwing back her head and freezing in that position as she climaxed again…silently. Her anal muscles clamped down on me like a vise and my entire groin, as well as my hand, which had been busy vigorously rubbing her clitoris, suddenly became drenched with liquid. Each time she squirted she expelled what sounded like a deep sigh until, finally, she was spent.

Once more she collapsed, gasping, to the sheets, at which point I withdrew from her tight, quivering buttocks, ready to cum. Grasping my hungry, turgid cock, I knee-walked up to her face where she cradled my package in both hands and – grinning with a wide open mouth – she took my messy load onto her face and outstretched tongue, while mewling lovingly in her throat. After swallowing four or five copious shots, she milked the last few droplets from the pulsating knob before I fell off to the side, exhausted.




Recovering Ch. 03



We lay there for a few minutes, stroking one another in the ecstatic afterglow and drenched in one another's fluids, until I sensed a presence in the room other than our own. Looking over my shoulder I was shocked to see Dana's aunt, Ginger, clad in a white silk bathrobe, sitting in an armchair next to the door. I glanced quickly at Aurora, who obviously was aware that her employer had been witness to our rutting and she smiled warmly up at me, whispering, "Ees okay, Senor Jesse. Es mucho bueno." Then without making a sound, Ginger slowly arose and slipped through the door to vanish into the dark hallway.

The following morning I awoke late with a slight hangover, showered and wandered downstairs into the dining room, where I found Ginger having coffee and reading the newspaper. She was dressed in a pair of skin-tight, white, jogging shorts, and a light blue, fleece-lined vest that zipped up the front. Her expertly-applied makeup and salon body tan made me nearly forget about the bawdy, after-midnight gymnastics I'd had with Aurora.

"Well, good morning, Sunshine!" she said, brightly. 

"Hi! Where is everybody?" I asked.

"Dana drove Jamie to work, then stayed in town to do some shopping. Why do you look so perplexed?"

"I…I'm just a little…uhh…confused about last night's uhh…hospitality," I said.

"Well, sit down, have some coffee, and I'll clear up some of your confusion," she said, patting my hand as I took a seat. In a moment Aurora set a place for me, poured my coffee and offered me a collection of breakfast rolls. She acted as if I were a stranger, her eyes not meeting mine, nor did she speak at all. The only indication of my presence was a slight tic in her cheek that indicated a suppressed smile as she poured my cup. Then she returned to the kitchen.

"Did you enjoy watching Aurora and I together last night?" I asked, hesitating to use the word fucking.

"Oh, yes! I was very impressed with you! Now that the girls are gone we can talk privately. By the way, they told me you were taking them out on your boat tomorrow. I'd like to see it…your boat, I mean."

"You're welcome to come along. But remember," I cautioned, "I don't have the same rules that you do prohibiting sexual ‘hanky panky' at my place."

"I'll take my chances," she said, in a low, throaty, voice. "Anyway, about your confusion… . I married a very wealthy man who was decades older than I. He was also a real pervert who was into bondage and discipline. I'd been intimate with very few men before that and was hardly experienced. When we first hired Aurora he took her as a mistress and molded her into his anal sex slave. The slavery part meant little to her, since she seemed to enjoy the relationship as much as he did. After his death she stayed on as my employee and lover."

"That makes you…" I interjected.

"Bisexual," she responded.

"Then Dana and Jamie come by their bedroom habits honestly," I said.

"I must say I'm sympathetic to them," she admitted. "And from what they say, those habits haven't held you back much."

"As you know, a gentleman never discusses his amorous conquests, nor overstays his welcome," I said, rising to my feet. "Thank you for the overnight accommodations, but I must be going. If you want to join me and the girls on the boat tomorrow, give me a call tonight at the lake for directions, okay? The girls have my number."

I left Ginger standing at her dining room table and walked through the large living room into the entry hall where I ran into Aurora, who grabbed my hand in both of hers and leaned up to kiss me lightly on the lips. Her scent and the softness of her skin rekindled the memories of the night before and my cock began to stir in my pants as I made my way out to my SUV.

Outside the gate, around a curve and several hundred yards away I saw Dana leaning against her little convertible, reading a paperback. I pulled up next to her and said, "Your aunt told me you'd gone shopping."

"I did after I dropped off Jamie. Then I came back here and waited for you. Can we talk? Not here ‘cuz this is the way Aunt Ginger takes her morning run. Follow me, okay? Please!"

I could hardly refuse. She was dressed in a filmy, paisley-print dress that covered only her front and was tied around the neck by spaghetti straps. In back it revealed flesh all the way to her waist with a hem at mid-thigh. As she slid behind the wheel of her car I groaned at the sight of her sumptuous, naked thighs as they spread and at the over-the-shoulder seat belt as it split her cushy, D-cup breasts.

We drove for about ten minutes, stopping in a large, forested park on the shore of Lake Tahoe. There wasn't a soul to be seen anywhere in the woodsy acreage. She got out, picked up her large canvas bag, and got into my car, sighing, "That's better. I've waited for you for…it seems like…hours!"

Puzzled, I asked, "What's up, Dana?"

"Well," she breathed excitedly as she leaned over at me, her sweet breath bathing my face, "I wanna be able to see you alone."

"You mean, without Jamie," I said.

"I mean, without Jamie…or Aunt Ginger…or Aurora…or anybody else!" she corrected, her right hand caressing my chest down to my belly.

"Aurora?...Ginger?" I questioned.

"Don't play innocent with me, Jess. I'm pretty sure Aurora fucked your brains out last night. And I know Aunt Ginger has her sights set on you. I love Jamie more than anything in the world but I've gotta have you alone…all to myself…every once in a while." By the time her sentence was finished she'd dropped her hand onto my groin, stroking my cock through my pants as it swelled with excitement. 

Then, I made the biggest mistake of all. I crossed the line and allowed selfishness to overcome principle, circumstance to overcome honor. Bullshit. I let my addiction overcome my previous insecurity and again betrayed Jamie, this time knowingly. I had clearly recovered from my divorce and indicated it by saying to Dana, "Okay."

In a fraction of a second Dana had my zipper down and my swollen prick out, jerking it up and down as she lowered her mouth onto it, moaning in her throat. My hips rose off the seat a couple of inches in anticipation of feeling her hot lips and wet tongue swirl around, first the sensitive tip, then the fleshy, hardening shaft. A minute later she was taking me into her throat, with my hand on the back of her head, encouraging her in the enterprise.

I looked down at the mass of wavy, blonde hair gathered together in a ponytail and scattered across her bare back and shoulders and wanted still more of this horny teenage goddess. With a flick of my fingers I untied the spaghetti straps tying the top of her dress behind her neck and slid a hand underneath her to cup and squeeze first one, then the other, of her breasts. She panted and mewled as my fingers teased her rapidly stiffening nipples. 

With my right hand I reached down over her bottom and lifted up her skirt, discovering without surprise that she was naked underneath. With four fingers I took a swipe up her wet quim, smearing her pussy juices across her asshole. Then I eased two fingers into her cunt, bringing forth a moan from her, then a gasping, "Oh, Jess, you've just gotta fuck me now…please!"

I was out of the driver's seat and into the back seat in a flash, yanking Dana excitedly into the back between the two front seats. I stripped my pants down to my knees, grunting as I did so, and pulled her on top of me so that she straddled my erect cock. Her dress was bunched around her waist and my trembling hands groped at her flawless tits as her hands reached between our legs to jack my rampant member up and down. She licked her lips once and suddenly lifted one leg up and changed her position, straddled me in the reverse position and stirred the head of my dick into her hot, wet pussy. As soon as my glans had split her labia she arched her back and – with her head turned so I that could see her face – closed her eyes and emitted a long, airy whine as she slowly pushed her moist heat down onto me. I looked down at her sublime female flesh and filled my palms with it, fitting my thumbs into her two little gluteal dimples. Below them, my gnarled, veiny cock shone with her juices as it appeared and disappeared…appeared and disappeared into the caressing pink folds of her drooling cunt just below her winking rectal star. And as the next few minutes evened out our full, rhythmic strokes, she rolled her head back to face the sky with a beatific smile and – with closed eyes – repeated a refrain that would last a multi-orgasmic hour or more: "Oooh, fuck yeah, Jesse…ooh, yeah…yeah…yeah."   

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