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The Beach House

By: Starlight



When Frank died, I made one of those over-hasty decisions that people often make when in a state of bereavement.

If I might offer a piece of advice, wait until at least a year after the death of a loved one before you make any drastic moves.

Frank and I had always planned to sell our suburban house and move permanently into our beach house when he retired. Six months after his death I did just that – sold the suburban house and went to live in the beach house. It was a mistake.

In leaving the suburbs, I also left old friends and relatives. Of course, we said those things that people do say as they part – "We shall see each other." "I'll be coming up to town quite often." "We'll keep in touch," and things like that. But when you are three hundred and fifty kilometres apart, it is not as easy as you think its going to be.

Frank was sixty when he died and I was fifty-four. I was, and am, in excellent health, and went for a run and swim everyday. That side of living in the beach house is fine, but it is people you miss. 

The house is on the edge of a very small community and isolated behind a swathe of bushland. There is a track leading from the house to the road about two hundred metres away, and another track that goes down to the beach about one hundred and fifty metres long.

There are only a few local people living permanently in the area, the rest coming and going at holiday times to their "beach shacks." The "Locals" are mainly line or lobster fishermen, and outside the community are some scattered wheat farmers and sheep pastoralists. The people are friendly enough, but I did long for my old friends and relatives.

I suppose I could have returned to the city suburbs, but having made the "Big move," I was disinclined to make another. I suppose I was too lethargic, too apathetic after Frank's death to once more pull up stakes and move.

Right up until a year before he died, Frank had been one of those men full of energy. Perhaps "ebullient" best describes him. We were very libidinous and therefore an extremely sexually active couple. I must confess that both of us had affairs during our marriage, but somehow always came back to each other.

During the year of his illness Frank's potency diminished and ceased. I think it is sad how often this happens in a woman's life. Just at the time she no longer has to be concerned about an unwanted pregnancy, and the annoying use of contraception is no longer necessary, her man goes cold for one reason or the other. Small wonder well off older women buy themselves a young gigolo.

Another response to the deprivation is to shut up the sexual shop, go into granny mode, and purse the lips and look severe at the mere mention of sex. I suppose it is a sort of defence mechanism. If "Their man" does not want them, then nobody else will, they think, so they will not take the risk of rejection.

Do think again, ladies.

I mentioned "granny mode," and this is really the beginning of my tale. I was about to enter granny mode myself. I had in fact been a granny for around eighteen years, but I don't think I had entered the "mode."

The beach house, is in fact two houses. In the early days of our marriage, we built to accommodate three or four people. As time went on, and children arrived (two), then grandchildren (five), and throw in visiting friends for good measure, we found the house too small. As result, we doubled its size. The two halves were joined together by a communicating door, but for all essential purposes, the two parts were completely self-contained.

My daughter, Jean, had been in the habit of spending a fortnight at the house every year during the summer, bringing her twin boys, Travers and Ward. This year I had got a message from Jean to the effect that she couldn't get away because of work commitments, but would I mind if the boys came for a couple of weeks?

I happily agreed to this, especially knowing that it would probably be the last time I would have both the boys together. They had just finished school and were going on to university. In the coming years they would probably be off leading their lives apart from the family, that is, until they started bringing the great grandchildren to the house.

On the appointed day, Jean drove the boys to the house and stayed overnight. During her brief stay, she shared one of her concerns with me. Jean and her husband lived in one of the provincial towns in the north of the state, and the boys had to go to the city to attend university. Her worry was their accommodation and whether they would look after themselves properly. Having no useful suggestions to make, I muttered a few comforting platitudes, and the matter was left at that.

After Jean left, I began to discover what it is like to have two healthy, hearty young men living in the house. They both seemed to take after their grandfather and his exuberant ways. The place seemed to be in a constant ferment of coming and going. Swimming, surfing, running along the beach and getting out Frank's boat and tractor, hauling the boat down to the beach and shoving it into the water, and off fishing. I might add eating, which they did in gargantuan doses.

They raced about the house naked – they had done this since they were little boys, but I must say, they were far more intriguing now. As they came out of their showers in the morning, with those shower relaxation induced erections, I thought to myself, "Hmm. As good as, if not better, than Frank's."

I loved this bustle and noise. It crashed through the monotony of living alone, and brought me to life. I sometimes ran and swam with them. On occasions I joined them in the boat and went fishing. 

Travers and Ward are more or less identical twins. Like their mother, I can tell them apart, but strangers find it very difficult. The only really distinguishing mark is that Travers has a small mole on his right shoulder, which Ward has not. Needless to say, the boys got up to many tricks, swapping identities to confuse people. They were very close to each other, and shared a great deal, including, if Jean was right, a girl who was happily willing to accommodate them both. Perhaps she did not know they were two different men!

And so the house was full of noise and thunder, singing and whistling, music and slamming doors, and cries of "Nic, is there anything to eat?" I should point out that they had always called me "Nic." They had picked it up from their grandfather, who used it as an abbreviation of my name, Nicole.

Now it will not take much imagination on your part, to realise that, having not had a man around me for a very long time, and certainly no vibrant and clearly libidinous young men, it was more than the dull routine of the house that was being disturbed.

Whilst I thought it ridiculous for a woman of my age to daydream, and even nightdream, about young men, especially my own grandsons, doing loving and sensuous things with me, never the less, I did so dream.

Comforting myself with the words of the old song, "You can't get in jail for what you're thinking," I let my flight of fancy ramble on. It is nice to contemplate the possibilities, even when they are impossible. I think I was rather like the gambler who is always waiting for "The Big Win." It might happen, but the chances are remote. Anyway, it was not costing me anything except a little clitoral excitation.

At least, that is how it was until the fifth day of the boy's visit. In the early afternoon, I was stretched out on the big couch. This piece of furniture had often been used as a bed, and those who had slept on it declared it was more comfortable than any bed they had ever slept in.

I had developed the habit of reading for about half an hour after lunch, and on this very hot day I had put on a very simple loose garment, rather like a very flimsy nightdress extending down to mid thigh. The boys had gone out in the boat fishing, so I did not need to maintain grandmotherly respectability.

I was just lost in a passage in the book that described how the hero was reaching for "her full swelling breasts," when the door burst open and Travers erupted into the room. The dress had ridden up to just below pubic level, so I hastily tried to tug it down, and said, "I thought you had gone out in the boat." 

"Damn thing wouldn't started," responded, Travers, "Ward is trying to fix in now. Is there anything to eat, Nic?" He plumped himself beside me on the edge of the couch.

I saw his eyes look appreciatively over my legs (always a great favourite with Frank), and move on to take in my breasts, which the low cut of my garment did little to hide.

Whilst neither of the boys had ever seen me naked, at least as far as I knew, over the years there had been plenty of chances for them to observe me semi-undressed when I went swimming, or wandered round the house in shorts. So why the interest by Travers now?

My own eyes gave the answer. He was wearing only tight shorts, and I could see he had an erection in full flight with a little patch of precum staining the cloth. He had one of those random erections which young men get when their sperm count has reached the overflow pipe. He needed a woman or to masturbate. I did not flatter myself it was me he was being disturbed by. He could have used any woman within reason.

No word passed between us and his hand came to rest on my lower leg. That was often Frank's opening sexual gambit, and I responded by reflex action and laid my hand on Traver's penis. He gave a little groan and leaning forward, kissed me. I responded, sucking his lips and then thrusting my tongue into him. In an instant, we were almost eating each other.

His hand moved to pull up the bottom of my dress to reveal my sexual organ and his fingers plunged into me. I managed to undo his shorts and he worked them off. Still without a word being said, he came over on top of me and entered.

Travers' need was urgent, and I felt his approaching orgasm and moved to chime in with its rhythm. As I did so I was dimly aware that the door had been opened again, and Ward started to say, "I've got the…" and stopped.

Travers did not miss a beat. He unburdened himself into me with great gouts of sperm crashing against the end of my vagina. He started to wind down, and as he did so, he spotted Ward. He removed his penis from me and stood. Ward came over and looked down at me.

The activity between Travers and I had him thoroughly aroused. I could see his erection throbbing. I looked up at him and said quite simply, "Yes." He ripped off his shorts, came down between my legs, and almost as soon as he entered me, he let loose with a mighty ejaculation.

I had never had two men in quick succession before, and I was elated, but certainly not satisfied. It had all been too quick for me to have an orgasm. Ward had removed himself from me, and now stood with Travers, looking down at me, no doubt wondering what happened next.

I looked up at them and said, "You boys have got me into a hell of a state. I think you'd better do something about it." They looked at each other, and in silent agreement they very tenderly picked me up and took me to my bedroom and the double bed.

They removed my garment and Ward began to kiss me while Travers sucked my nipples. Their potency was such, that they had already recovered their erections, and I certainly needed no stimulating. Travers came in first and lasted about five minutes. Ward following him finally brought me to the point. As he was about to come I dug my nails into the poor boy and screamed and screamed. 

As we lay on the bed after side by side, I began to laugh I was so happy. The sperm from four ejaculations into me was running out of me onto the bed. I was still somewhere up in the clouds and ready to go again. The boys, however, needed a little recovery time. I recalled that originally Travers had asked for something to eat, so laughing again, I said, "I'd better get you boys some food."

In the following days there was no discussion about what had happened, but I was pursued from morning until night, and well into the night. They could not leave me alone. Fishing diminished. They took me in bed, on the couch, over the kitchen table, in the shower and in the sea. I was not even safe on the beach, I am happy to say.

I experienced the joys of simultaneous vaginal and anal sex, vaginal and oral sex, anal and oral sex and any other combinations you can think of. Covers and bed sheets had to be constantly changed and washed, as they became soaked with their sperm and my fluids.

I was bewildered with sexual stimulation, and loving it. I was determined to get every last drop I could out of these boys, and none of it seemed any effort for them.

The only worry was, what, after all this activity, did I do when they had gone? 

Light dawned for me. Jean had expressed her concern for the boys when they left home to go to university. "Who would look after them." Who better than "dear old granny?" Frank had left me well provided for, and I still had the money from the sale of our suburban house. So, why not go back to the big city with the boys and reunion with old friends?

The question was how would the boys feel about granny living with them? I asked them, and after very little discussion, the answer was, "You can live with us any time, Nic."

I live with them.

Have you noticed how very active life can become in your fifties, ladies?

The Beach House



Jennifer's husband Doug passed away three years ago, leaving her financially secure for the rest of her life. He was a successful plastic surgeon, and his death at forty-one, shocked everyone who knew him. His wife Jennifer kept the business open, hiring another talented surgeon to take his place. The money kept rolling in, and Jennifer sold their mansion in Brentwood for a smaller home in Malibu. The couple never had children of their own, dedicating their lives instead, to running the business together.

Jen managed the front office, and kept the books. After Doug had passed she decided to retire and turn over the day to day operation to his sister. Jen enjoyed her time at the new beach house, occasionally attending fundraisers, and cocktail parties with the other wealthy locals. 

Last summer, her sister, Paula called to ask if their young daughter Candice, could spend the summer with her, so she and her husband could travel throughout Europe. 

She figured that Jennifer could keep an eye on her a lot better than just letting her stay at any one of her many friend's houses. 

Candice, was twenty years old and begged to visit her Aunt in Malibu, and spend the summer on what is probably the country's most expensive strip of beach front property. 

Jennifer hadn't seen Candice for a couple years, since she was living in a dorm in college, and thought it might be the perfect chance for them to get re-acquainted. 

Candy (as she was known to the family) was always Jennifer's favorite niece, the younger of two, who loved to go clothes shopping whenever she came to visit. The last time Jennifer saw her, she had braces on her formally crooked teeth, and was just growing out of the 'baby fat' stage.

The two seemed more like best friends than relatives. They cherished their "girl's day" when they would shop all day, go out to lunch, and finish up by getting their nails done together. There was no age difference when they were together. Candy always acted older than her age, and Jennifer felt younger just by hanging out with her niece. Candy would always tell her what clothes were "cool" and what wasn't. She always changed the radio station as soon as she hopped into Jennifer's car, and sang along with tunes that Jennifer had never heard of.

Paula called a week later, to say that they were on their way over and bringing a new wine she wanted her to try. Jennifer took out three glasses figuring that they would probably have some before she headed back home. A few minutes later she heard a car pull up on the gravel out front. Opening the front door, she couldn't believe her eyes. 

Closing the passenger door behind her, was a tall thin blond in short Daisy Duke denim shorts and sandals. It was a whole new Candice that Jennifer barely recognized!

"Hi Aunt Jennifer!" She squealed, holding out both arms. Jennifer stood transfixed at the young super model coming her way, and gave her a big hug.

"Holy crap Candy! You look so um...grown up!"

"Haha! I guess college does that to ya huh?" Candy answered. 

"I'm gonna have to go back to college then if THAT'S true! Right Paula?"

"Tell me about it. I barely knew who she was when we went down to pick her up. Weird huh?"

"Well...yeah...weird and...wonderful!" You look amazing Candy!" She couldn't help but stare at her, from head to toe.

"Awww thanks Aunt Jennifer. It must be the sun at USC and trying to keep up with all those beautiful blond southern California girls."

"Well, I'm glad you're here. Both of you. Let me give you a quick tour of the new place, then you can get your things and hang out for a while. We have a lot of catching up to do."

After the tour, the adults, headed back downstairs to find that Candice had already opened the wine and poured three glasses. 

"To the new house! It's beautiful Aunt Jennifer! I'm so happy for you."

"Me too sis, but I have to pass on the wine. The tourists are already clogging up the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) and I have a long drive back to the valley."

"Oh, one little sip Mom! A toast to the new house!"

"OK, One. To the new house, but then I'm outta here!"

Glasses clinked together. "To Malibu!" Paula said her goodbyes, told her daughter to be good, and turned her car around. 

"Well, that's an extra glass for us Aunt Jennifer." 

"Call me Jen, Candy. I think you're grown up enough to do that."

"Ok Jen, let's take that bottle out here on the deck! I can't believe this view."

"Yeah it's pretty amazing. I'm very lucky to be able to afford to live like this. I have your uncle Doug to thank for that."

"Well, you worked pretty hard too Jen, don't sell yourself short. You deserve this."

"Thanks sweetie. I suppose you're right. It's just nice that I'm young enough to enjoy it too."

"And still hot! Hey, I too was surprised when you opened your front door. I thought holy shit! She still looks amazing! She must have a personal trainer!"

"I did but he was more interested in taking his students to bed than anything else. And I'm sure he was very good at it."

"Well, if I may say, you have the flattest stomach I've ever seen on...you know..."

"A woman my age? Its OK, I'm proud of my figure. Its not easy at this age, but having that beach below us to jog on every day, sure makes it easier to work out. Maybe you'd like to join me tomorrow morning?"

"For sure!" Candy closed her eyes to take in the afternoon sun and stretched out her long thin legs on the chaise.

Jennifer looked her over discreetly, sipping her wine, and thinking: "Oh, to be that age again. Perfect legs, perfect firm young breasts, flawless skin...just plain perfect." She rested her head back and remembered her college days and her adventures with college boys...and girls. They say that college is a time to experiment, and she certainly did her share. It was all part of growing up, and she wondered how much growing up her gorgeous little niece had done. Picturing her naked with another woman made her snap herself out of it. 

"Get your mind out of the gutter." She thought. 

Many times, even while being happily married to Doug, she'd fantasize about her pretty college roommate when Doug was going down on her. It always brought her to a powerful orgasm, and made Doug happy that he was being so good to his lovely wife. 

"More wine Jen?" The voice woke her from her little day dream. 

"Sure babe. Fill 'er up!" 

"This is gonna be so much fun staying here with you this summer! I'm really excited."

"Me too honey...me too."

They polished off the merlot and Candy opened the '07 Cab, that Jen had stored in a wine rack behind the bar. She was keeping it for a special occasion, and this was as good a reason as any. Candy brought out the wine on a silver tray with two new glasses, and put it all on a nearby table.

Jen watched as she slowly bent over at the table in front of her, getting a view of her niece's ass that nearly took her breath away. The top of Candy's legs met her ass at a sharp crease that only a young thin body can have. Her ass cheeks peeked out the bottom of her shorts in a way that stirred Jennifer in a way she'd almost forgotten. She'd never seen such a perfect ass in her life and wanted to reach out and touch it. And it was only the first day of their vacation. It was going to be a long summer.

— THE MORNING RITUAL — 

Jennifer knocked on Candy's door at 7am to go on her morning jog. 

"Candy? Are you awake? Let's go down to the beach for our run!" 

"Noooooo, maybe tomorrow Aunt Jen OK?"

"OK, I'll be back in a little while. Try to get up for breakfast at least... Candy?" 

No answer.

Jennifer headed down the wooden stairs that ran alongside the outside of her two story house. Once on the sand she started off on her morning run. Along the way, her mind went back to Candy and her perfect little body, and wondered if it was just last night's wine, or real lust that had her thinking evil thoughts about her niece. Maybe both. 

Forty minutes later she was back at the house. She rinsed off the sand from her feet and went in through the downstairs sliding door. Candy was in the kitchen frying bacon and eggs. 

"Smells good! But there goes my workout!" She laughed.

"Oh, live a little! It's our first breakfast of summer. You'll be fine." 

"You're right. I'm gonna jump in the shower. I'll be right down."

"Ok. It'll be ready when you are."

Jennifer ran upstairs and started a hot shower. This was when she loved to masturbate...early in the morning. The hot water always made her horny, and Doug used to like to watch and sometimes get in with her. It was a wonderful morning ritual they had together. Not today though, Candy was waiting with breakfast. Just a quick rinse and she'd be done. Only one problem: She pulled back the shower door and realized that all the towels were in the dryer. Downstairs. She opened the bedroom door and called down to Candy: 

"Candy? Could you get the towels out from the dryer? I don't have one up here."

"OK. I'll bring them up."

Jen got back in the shower stall, and stood behind the frosted glass. 

"Jen? Here's a towel for you. And it's still warm."

"Just bring it in here babe, It's OK." 

Candy walked around the doorway to see Jen standing naked on the other side of the shower door. She could just barely make out the figure behind the glass.

Jen peeked out around the glass door and reached out for the towel. "Thanks Hon. I'll be down in a minute."

"Ok, no problem. Take your time."

Jen draped the towel in front of her, and watched as Candy left the room in her short USC T-shirt and the cutest panties ever. She watched her tight little ass wiggle back and forth as she walked, and wondered if maybe she just poured it on a little more than normal for her hot Aunt. She obviously knew Jen was watching and wanted her to see what a sexy little thing she had become. Jen was sure of it. 

—CANDY GOES SOLO —

Candy showered after breakfast and changed into a red striped bikini, and waited to be picked up by some friends for a trip up the coast. Before throwing on a lacy coverup, she called out to Jennifer: "Aunt Jen? Do you like this bikini? Is it too slutty or what?" 

Jen walked around the corner and her jaw almost hit the floor. There stood Candy, almost naked, hands on hips, turning slowly to show every bit of her tight, young body to her Aunt.

The top she wore was a small piece of string holding two small pads over her ample breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination. The bottom was also just a string that ran up the crack of her tight-as-a-drum ass, with a small patch of cloth to cover her pussy. Again, you could clearly see that she was shaved down there as smooth as a cue ball. 

"Does your mother let you go out like that young lady?" She asked.

"Well, not if I can slip out before she sees me. Usually I only wear it with my girlfriends at the beach. The guys can't handle it and they get really stupid."

"Ya think?" She thought silently. "Put the cover-up on honey. It'll help tone it down a little. I mean jesus Candy, you can't parade around with that body and think no one will notice. You look freaking amazing girl. Just cool it a little, OK?"

"Thanks Jen. Love you!" With that, a car pulled up and she was gone. She didn't return until later that evening. Jen was enjoying her third glass of wine, when she blasted in the front door, announced that she was exhausted, and after a shower, was going to bed. "Night Aunt Jen. Love you!"

"Love you too honey. Night."

Jennifer walked around the house, turning off all the lights that Candy had turned on, locked all the doors and turned on the outside alarm.

Walking towards her room at the end of the hall she passed Candy's room and thought she heard weeping. It sounded like she was crying or gasping. Her door was open only a very small crack, but from the darkened hallway, she could see Candy's silhouette illuminated by the nightlight next to her bed. She was lying on top of her sheets and her knees were both up. She couldn't see her hands, but clearly the girl was masturbating. She wasn't crying at all. Her fingers had her gasping and panting loud enough that Jen could hear every breath. It was incredibly exciting. Standing silently, outside her door in complete darkness, she became horny herself and put her hand up under her nighty. Listening to Candy play with her young pussy, slowly building to a climax, Jen pinched her nipple with one hand and with the other, rubbed her clit. She was standing there soaked, trying not to call attention to herself, trying not to breath too loudly, as she heard Candy whimper softly, signaling the arrival of her orgasm, letting out three long sighs. Jen's legs were shaking, and she too got off watching the live sex show only fifteen feet away. She leaned against the door frame, and quietly tried to catch her breath. She tip-toed the rest of the way to her room and silently slipped into her bed. She kept replaying, in her head, what she had just witnessed. Treated herself to two more orgasms, and finally fell asleep. 

Gently knocking on her bedroom door, Jen called out: "Candy? Going out of a run...are you up?"

"Yes, I'm awake, come in Aunt Jen."

Candice was just slipping out of bed. "Let me get ready, and I'll join you OK?"

Jennifer sat on the edge of the bed while Candy rifled through the dresser for the perfect outfit for a jog on Malibu beach.

"Anything will do Candy, really, just throw something on. Even the movie stars look like slobs first thing in the morning."

Jen noticed when she walked in that Candy's panties were lying on the floor next to the bed. 

She watched in awe as she bent over in full view of her Aunt and grabbed a clean pair, then wiggled into them. Next, she pulled her tee shirt over her head, and Jen almost lost it seeing her perfect twenty year old breasts. Candy held up a red tee and asked: "Is this good?"

"Perfect dear. Just perfect." Commenting more on those perky, young tits than the tee shirt. Her small pink nipples pointed straight out and just begged to be sucked. The two beauties ran along the water's edge talking and laughing. Jen could barely get a word in edge wise. She was amazed at how Candy could seamlessly string together so many anecdotes about school without stopping. Jen mostly laughed at Candy's witty sense of humor and funny stories. It was good to have company on her morning run, and another body in the house. She'd gotten over the terrible shock of losing Doug, but still, some nights were just too damn quiet. She loved it when, after parties, there would be bodies sleeping everywhere the following morning, and breakfast meant pitchers of mimosas on the deck. She was learning to love life once again. 

The two beautiful ladies, running along the surf was the thing that rock videos are made of. Two hard body blonds, pony tails whipping back and forth over dark tanned skin, they were truly a sight to behold. They ran until they were both exhausted, and panting, headed back to shower and grab a light breakfast. Jen threw together some fresh fruit and an english muffin for them both and after breakfast, they each walked upstairs to shower. 

Jen stripped off her soaked gym clothes, and dropped them on the washing machine in the hall. She walked back to her room naked when she heard: "Nice ass lady!"

She turned to see Candy, also bare-ass naked, putting her wet clothes in the same place. "You have an incredible body Jen. Really. I'm impressed."

"Thanks honey." answered Jen, not really knowing what to say exactly. "You're not too shabby yourself. I mean, shit! look at you."

Candy looked down at her naked self, smiled, and cupped her breasts. "I wish my tits were a little bigger ya know?"

"Give it a couple years sweetie, your body will grow and things will change. But right now...you're perfect. Really. I wouldn't change a thing. And now, I need to jump in the shower."

— HOT WATER —

Jennifer stepped into the shower and stood under the hot water, letting it massage her post workout muscles. She soaped herself up and rinsed away all the sweat and sand down the drain. She turned to let the water run down her back, closed her eyes, and rinsed out the shampoo from her hair. The shower door slid open and Candy stepped in as Jen let out a yelp! "Whoa! You scared me Candy! What are you doing?"

"Saving water?" I mean, why run two showers right? We've already seen each other naked, so what the fuck?" 

"Hey! Language young lady!"

"Sorry Aunt Jen." Turning around and holding out a bar of soap over her shoulder pleaded: "Can you do my back Aunt Jen? Pleeease?" 

Jen took the soap, foamed it up in her hands, and spread it out over Candy's shoulders and her upper back. 

"My legs too OK?"

Without speaking, Jen bent down and rubbed the soap suds up and down her legs as requested. Stopping of course, before she reached her ass. But there it was, that perfect ass, right in her face. Inches away. She'd fallen in love with that firm young ass over the last couple of days, and it took every fiber in her body to resist rubbing her soapy hands all over it, and sliding her fingers between those tight, young, cheeks. She resisted the urge, and just gently rubbed some soap over her ass, noting that it felt as smooth as granite. 

"Let me rinse off Aunty." Candy whispered in her sweetest little girl voice. They changed positions, rubbing against each other as they did. Jen put her hands on Candy's waist as she passed, for balance, and felt a tingling between her legs, as Candy's breast rubbed her arm. She thought she'd just take a quick shower, but it was quickly becoming the most sensuous shower she'd had in a very long time. Not since Doug had told her to grab on to the faucet, so he could fuck her from behind, had a shower been so exciting.

She wanted to stay right here, with this girl, in this shower, all day long. All summer long if the truth be told.

Candy stood facing the shower, then turned and holding out the soap again, said with a very firm: "Now the front." It sounded almost like an order, and Jen's knees almost buckled.

"I don't know if I should Candy. I mean washing your back is one thing but..." 

"Jen, I know you want to do this. I've seen how you look at me. You want this as much as I do. Please Jen. Take this."

Jen took the soap from Candy and lathered it up. She moved closer to her little 'niece' and started to soap her shoulders and in between her breasts. Staring at those amazing young breasts had her creaming between her legs. She finally just went for it, and rubbed the lather around both tits, squeezing them lightly. Candy closed her eyes and purred like a kitten. Jen knelt down and ran her hands down Candy's waist and along the side of her long thin legs. 

Jen would never consider herself a lesbian by any stretch of the imagination, but this had her warm juices flowing freely...and her breathing was increasing.

Yes, Jen had experimented with her cute roommate as a young college girl, but it was mostly just fumbling around, and kissing, and not very satisfying. This was different. Her blood was boiling at the sight of this young goddess before her, and she wanted more. Much more. But still, she tried to control herself. 

Moving to the inside of Candy's legs, with a hand full of soapy bubbles, she ran her hand up to meet the girls crotch. She ran the edge of her hand along the crease at the top of her legs and Candy moaned. "Oh yes Jen, do that. Oh yeah. Just like that. Rub me there. That feels so good Jen. Yes. Keep doing that."

Jens hand instinctively moved to the young girl's pussy and parted her lips. She was as wet as a young girl could be, and Jen wanted to eat her right there and then.

Instead, she ran her soapy finger along the shaved slit and rubbed her sensitive clit with the soapy white lather. 




The Beach House



"Oh god Jen! Oh My God Aunt Jen! I'm going to cum! Oh fuck! You're going to make me cum! OH! FUCK! YES! OH! OH! OH! SHIT! OH MY GOD!" She grabbed Jen's shoulders and shook from head to toe as a powerful orgasm rocked her world. 

Jen told her to turn around and rinse herself off, and as she did, planted a kiss on that wonderful ass. 

Candy stood motionless with both hands against the wall, head down, spent, warm water still washing over her. 

"I can't believed this just happened Aunt Jen. You are fucking amazing."

"Language young lady, she said pointing, and smiling. And you may as well drop the Aunt thing. It's starting to freak me out. She stepped out of the shower followed closely by her young visitor, and they took turns drying each other off...with warm towels. 

— GIRLS DAY —

Dressing up in their designer jeans and prettiest casual tops, the girls headed to the high-end shopping center, that featured famous designer clothes, and a really great restaurant. Candy wore a totally different type of pants than Jen even though they each called them their "shinny jeans". Jen's were tight, of course and showed off the trim figure she worked so hard to maintain. Candy on the other hand, wore a pair that was cut so low, they showed her dark blue thong from behind. 

"Are you kidding me Candice?" Jen asked, pointing at the younger's ass.

"What? These are cool! Come on Jen. We need to find you a pair."

"NOT ON YOUR LIFE YOUNG LADY!" That will be the day, I show my underwear to everyone at the mall. Give me a break!"

"OK, we'll find something cute for you though."

They wandered around the mall until they came to Victoria's Secret. "Here! Let's find some pretty things to hang out in at home!" Candy said giggling.

Digging throughout the racks of frilly underthings, Candy came up with three or four things of Jen's to try on. "Come on! Follow me." She squealed, leading her to a dressing room. Closing the door behind them she said: "Get those jeans off Jen, try these on. They're adorable! She waited as Jen peeled off her skin tight jeans. "That's better. Now those." Pointing to the panties she already had on.

"ya know...stop...maybe I'll just try them on at home."

NO! Off! Candy grabbed at Jen's panties and pulled them down and over her feet. Kneeling closely in front of her, she helped Jen step into the new lacy, red silk panties. 

"See? Look how pretty you look! I love these!" She said, running her fingers over Jen's neatly trimmed bush and smiling up at her. As if checking the fit, she ran her fingers along the edges of Jen's panties, making her gasp. "I want you to model all of these for me when we get home. Please say you will."

"We'll see. Calm down Candice. OK, I'll take these. Now, let's get some lunch." 

Candy stood up and grabbed Jen by the waist. Pulling her in close in the tiny, cramped dressing room, she leaned in and kissed her, letting her tongue slip easily into Jen's open mouth. Jen didn't resist, instead following the young lady's lead, gently sucked on Candy's tongue, pulling it in and out of her mouth. They leaned back a little, smiled and kissed once more, before walking out. 

Outside the nearby restaurant, Jen exclaimed: "You're making me act crazy Candy. I'm not usually like this." 

"Neither am I," she said, smiling.

— THE FASHION SHOW —

Once the girls got home, the ladies dropped their shopping bags on the couch, and Jennifer opened the sliding glass door to the deck. The ocean breeze filled the house with its own unique smell. "What a beautiful day." said Jen standing at the door, and watching the waves hit the shore. "Let's have our wine out here!"

"Good idea. Let's open the Pinot Grigio. But first let's try on our new stuff! I'll go first!" Candice was always excited to try on new clothes as soon as she got them home.

From behind the bar, Jen opened the wine, while she watched Candy tear through her shopping bags and scatter her new finds across the couch. "Look! Won't this top go great with these jeans?" She asked wide-eyed, and holding them up in front of herself.

"Cute!" Jen responded. 

"I wanna try on the teddy and the PJs next," Oh my god, how great are these?" She held up a sheer black baby doll top and baggy silk bottoms. "Wanna see?"

"Sure Candy. I have a feeling you're going to show me anyway."

Candy unbuttoned her jeans, lowered the zipper and wiggled them down over her ass. She sat on the couch and pulled the legs down over her feet. Dressed only in her g-string, she stepped into the soft bottoms of her nighty. "Perfect! I love these!" Nice huh?"

"Very pretty. Some things are just too pretty to wear to bed."

"I agree. Now the top. I love these girly things, don't you Jen?"

"I do. It's OK to feel sexy just hanging around the house."

Candy pulled her Tee shirt over her head, reached behind her back and undid her bra. Bending forward, she took it off and tossed it on the couch. Turning to Jen she asked: "Which top do you think is best with these?" Running her hand over her firm, young hips. Having just filled the wine glasses, Jen turned to see Candy standing topless, slowly rubbing her hips and so obviously proud of her nice round tits.

Knowing that the young beauty was seducing her, and trying to act cool, she answered: "The light blue teddy. Try that one."

Candy slipped it on and walked to the bar to join Jen, who was taking her first sip of the cool, white wine. She sat at one of the bar stools and picked up her glass. "To Girl's Day!" she exclaimed. Jen casually walked around the bar and sat next to her, completing the toast: "To Girl's Day!" After they'd finished the bottle, Candy told Jen:

"Now you!. Let's see what you bought! Fashion show! Jen tried on the "Mom Jeans" that Candy grid tried to talk her out of and Candy just moaned. (Jen knew it was just a ploy, and that she'd never actually wear anything so baggy) She went through all the various tops and pants until she pulled out the sets from Victoria's Secret. "Now we're talking!" Squealed Candy. "Woo Hooo!" 

"Oh stop it Candice, who wants to see a thirty-eight year old lady in her underwear?"

"You're not old Jen! You're beautiful...and the answer is I DO!" 

Jen was playing it coy, but in fact, she was extremely turned on by the young beauty. She wanted her to think that SHE was seducing Jen, when in fact it was Jen who was orchestrating everything. Jen knew that inviting her into the dressing room would drive her crazy. The point was to tease her, then suddenly make her stop. And in fact, since watching her masturbate the other night, she knew that her horny little cheerleader would soon do anything Jennifer told her to do. Jen knew how hot her body was, and didn't need a kid to tell her so. She was going to get exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it, and this pretty little twenty year old had a thing or two to learn about having sex with a real woman. Even pretending that she didn't want to buy...

"SKINNY JEANS? I don't think these are for me Candice!" Jen opened the form fitting jeans she had worn shopping and dropped them to the floor. Stepping out of them, Candice smiled and said: "You have the greatest legs Auntie!" 

The jeans fit like a glove and she decided to keep them. She was very proud of her ability to wear such skin tight jeans and not look ridiculous. Spinning around to show them off, Candy cheered and applauded from her perch on the bar stool. "Victoria! Victoria! We want to see the good stuff!" 

"OK, OK, Jen whispered, acting embarrassed, here goes." She pulled off the jeans and removed every stitch of clothing to try on the new, sexy undies. Candy was awe struck. Here, only feet away was more woman than she had ever seen, totally naked. Jen's body was as hard as a rock, her breasts firm and round, her pussy, neatly trimmed to a perfect landing strip. It was all she could do not to run over and run her hand up that perfect ass and lick every inch of her skin. Jen, pretending not to be able to untangle the bras and panties, asked Candy for help. "Can you do this for me?" She said, acting helpless.

As Candy got within inches Jen said: 'Oh never mind! I got it." And with that put on the prettiest bra and panty set they could find that day. "So? What do you think?"

"Oh My God. Are you kidding me right now? You look incredible Jen, really, I mean if I was a guy I'd be humping your leg like a dog. You really are amazing. It looks great on you." 

"Good. I'll leave it on then. Its warm out and we can just chill in here, or go out on the deck, and have some more wine."

They decided after two more glasses, to move out to the deck and listen to the waves while thay talked. Jen seized the opportunity to listen to Candy's stories about the girl she would occasionally have sex with at school, and imagining her with her young girlfriend was indeed a turn on. Hearing the vivid details about who did what to whom caused a tingle between her legs. 

Then it was her turn. 

Thanks to the wine, Jen told, in great detail about her sexy roommate, who would go down on her whenever she asked. How the girl had become a sex slave of sorts, doing whatever Jen asked, or TOLD her to do. Candy was starting to squirm in her seat at the graphic stories, tales of sex toys, and vibrators, and how they used them on each other. How she made the girl get her off in a crowded library and in a study hall, in her car while she was driving, and in the shower when all the others had gone to bed. Candy's pussy was starting to warm and ache at the vivid sex talk, and she put her hand on Jen's arm at the climax of one hot image after the next. Jen squeezed her hand knowing how turned on she was getting, and said: "I need another sex slave. That's what I really want."

Candy, without missing a beat, leaned over to kiss Jen and slid her left hand up her leg to her pussy. Jen's pretty new panties were warm and damp from recalling the hot girl-on-girl stories, and Candy slid her right arm back behind Jen's head and turned it to kiss her hard on the lips. They both moaned as their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouth. Jen reached under the young girl's teddy and cupped her breast. Pinching her nipple between her fingers, then slipping her hand under Jen's arm to plunge one finger into her soaking wet pussy. It was steaming hot, and Jen was ready to give her orders. More importantly, she sensed that Candy was ready to take them. 

Pulling the beauty away form her mouth she looked her in the eyes and said: "Eat me."

Candy, surprised at first, smiled, and quickly dropped to her knees. Jen spread her legs wide open, grabbed the girl's head and pulled it in roughly to her waiting pussy. 

"Eat me Candy. Suck on that nice wet pussy! Lick me! Yes! That's right! OOOOO yeah. Just like that. You're a bad little girl aren't you? You like Aunt Jen's pussy baby?"

Candy moaned her approval while rubbing her own clit at the excitement. 

"Make me cum Candy! Suck on my clit! Come on bitch! You know how to do it! Yes! Put your finger in me! That's right. Fuck me with that finger! Oh yeah. Just like that. Fuck me! Faster! OOOO yeah. Lick my clit! Make me cum baby! yessss ooooohhhh yeahhh uh uh uh uh uh uh lick up that cum Candy! Suck on my pussy! Get it all! Yes! Yes! Oh My God! Oh my God baby! mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm. With a big sigh, Jen was spent and pulled Candy's head away. She helped her back up to the love seat and leaned over to kiss her. 

Let me taste myself on your pretty lips dear. She licked Candy's lips clean, and again cupped her wonderful, young breast in one hand. "Fuck me!...that was good." She sighed. 

"Did I do good Aunt Jennifer?"

"Very good Candice. You'll do just fine. We're going to have a wonderful summer together. Now, go inside and get me another glass of wine."

== JUST IN TIME ==

Candy was dressing for a dinner date with her on again, off again boyfriend Justin, when the doorbell rang. "Shit! I'm not ready Jen, can you get it? I'll be right down."

Jen opened the door for the guy she'd only heard about in her many stories, but never met. Candy said he was nice, except for having an eye for other girls, and she would have kicked him to the curb long ago if he wasn't so damn good in bed. Jen was impressed by Justin. He was handsome, tall, and had a strong athletic body. The muscles in his arms were obvious. He wore a striped polo shirt, dressy jeans and loafers. Perfect California "Dress up to go to dinner clothes." Besides, dinner was probably at a nearby brew pub anyway.

Candy stormed down the stairs in a short white dress and sandals with straps that ran up her calves. "You both look great guys. Have a fun night!"

Candy whisked passed Jen with a kiss on the cheek and led Justin out the door by his arm. "You don't need to stay here any longer Justin, or you'll end up falling in love with my gorgeous Aunt Jennifer.

"Too late babe." He joked, with a wink to Jen. 

Jennifer had prepared the gas grill on the deck for her dinner and was putting on her sirloin when the two kids burst back into the house. 

"Aunt Jennifer, we're home!" Hollered Candy. She walked out on the deck to Jen's surprised look. "We only wanted to go to one place, and it was packed! Two hour wait! Even the bar was three deep, so we split." 

"Bummer! Well there's another steak in the fridge if you want to put it on the grill with mine. There's enough food for the three of us. Go get it Candy!" 

"Yes ma'm! Anything else while I'm in there?

"Yes. Bring out the cast iron skillet, a stick of butter and the broccoli we bought this morning. And make some margaritas you were bragging about."

"OK Jen."

While the steaks cooked, they drank the margaritas, and watched as Jen prepared the broccoli. She sautéed them in garlic butter and sprinkled them with crushed red pepper." 

She sliced the steaks, and plated dinner for the three of them. They ate at the cocktail table at the corner of the deck, overlooking the beach. "What a spot you have, Jennifer." Said Justin, staring at the waves below.

"I know, I'm very lucky. And I get to spend the whole summer with my beautiful little niece. Well, she's not really my niece, but you know how you call friends of the family, uncle and Aunt? It's kinda like that. But I love her as much as if she was a blood relative. Or maybe more!" She said laughing. 

After dinner, Candy made another pitcher of margaritas, and Jen made Justin promise if they were going to keep drinking, that he would not drive home. "If you can't get some one to pick you up, you can stay here tonight. On the couch! I don't want any fooling around from you two. Got it?"

"Yes Ma'am. We'll be good. Giggled Candy. Let's light the tiki torches!" The torches cast a warm golden glow over the deck and the rowdy party mood seemed to wind down. Jen noticed that the two others were moving closer and closer to each other and Candy had draped one leg over Justin's. She started to feel slightly uncomfortable and slipped back into the house unnoticed. Taking her margarita with her if course. 

Jennifer loved the way the sunset always turned the interior of the house a bright orange/red, shining through the floor to ceiling windows, that wrapped around the back of the house. She sat at the bar looking out at the ocean, and could only see the back of the two lovebirds' heads against the love seat. She headed towards the door to see if they needed more drinks, and as she looked up, Candy's head was no longer visible. She knew exactly where it was. Being halfway outside, she quietly slipped along the hand rail toward the end of the deck. Standing across from the love seat, she watched as Candy lowered, and raised her mouth on a hard, thick cock that looked to be at least eight inches long. They both had their eyes closed and Justin had his head leaned back against the seat. Jen continued to watch as she felt her own juices starting to flow. What a show these two were putting on. Candy was stroking his cock from the base to the head and swallowing as much as would fit into her mouth. She pulled her head off and began to stroke it faster when she noticed Jen, leaning against the railing, watching. 

She gasped, waking Justin from his ecstasy, and they both froze. "Shit! yelled Justin, sitting up straight. "Oh don't let me stop you, it's beautiful to watch." Justin just stared, mortified, and confused, at Candy, who replied: "It's OK, Jennifer and I are really close. It's OK really. Don't be embarrassed." She continued stroking that magnificent rigid cock.

"Would you like some of this Aunt Jen?" Candy's eyes were wide with anticipation...and lust. Jen had seen that look before, and she moved closer to the love seat. 

She sat next to Justin and leaned in to kiss him. Being high from the tequila, he wasted no time responding to the older woman he had admired at the door.

They kissed open mouth for a long time, tongues lashing out at each other, gasping and panting into each other's mouth. Jen reached down and tossed off Candy's hand for her own. She moaned at the feel of the huge hard dick in her hand. "My My." She whispered. "What have we here?" She looked down and plunged his hard meat deep into her warm mouth. He cried out as the head of his cock touched the back of her throat. She started to jerk him off as Candy rubbed his balls then abruptly stood up and opened her jeans. Peeling them off, the young man noticed that she wasn't wearing underwear, and reached out to help her out of her clothes. They pulled them over her feet and she pulled his legs together, straddled him, and taking his rigid cock in her hand, lowered her slippery wet pussy onto it. He moaned out loud at the amazing rush of Jens hot wetness and grabbed her ass on both sides. 

Almost forgotten, Candy was quietly masturbating and mumbling some kind of incoherent vulgarities to herself, while squeezing Justin's balls. Jennifer grabbed onto his knees and at first, slowly rising and lowering herself on him, and loving every deep plunge of his huge thick cock, began furiously fucking the young stud's brains out. Yelling out as her orgasm boiled inside her: "Oh god yes! Oh my fucking god yes! What a great cock you have. Oh fuck me Justin! Fuck me! Harder! Do it! Don't you dare stop! Oh Fuck yes! Oh...Oh... Oh!"

Candy stood up and moved over to face Jen, and kissed her wide open panting mouth. She grabbed both of Jen's breasts and fondled them, while Jen slid one hand down between Candy's legs and played with her wet pussy. 

Justin, staring at Jen's perfect round ass rise and fall over his hard dick, couldn't hold back anymore. His cum was shotgunned into Jen's dripping wet pussy, exploding into her inner walls, seeping out, and running down over his balls. He grunted and gasped, holding his breath one last time, before he let out a final low grown...Ahhhhhhh Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhh uunnggg uunngggg agh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!

"Holy shit! That was amazing!" He whispered, facing Candy who was again right next to him on the couch.

Jen got up, turned and kissed Justin, said softly: "Thank you." And walked back into the house.

Justin pulled Candy close to him and asked: "Did you and she... you know..."

"Shhhhhhh... put your head back. Get some sleep. You're drunk."

"Oh. Ok."

— A RUDE WAKEUP CALL —

Hours after everyone had fallen asleep in a margarita fueled haze, a 6.7 earthquake rocked the entire beach area. The girls instantly flew out of their beds and into the hallway. Tightly huddled together, they leaned against the wall, until the violent shaking stopped. "It's OK honey, we're fine." Consoling a weeping and shaking Candice, Jen shouted to Justin who had been sleeping on the couch. "Justin? Justin? Are you all right? Justin...say something!"

A second shaker brought the awful sound of breaking glass. 

"JUSTIN?"




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Still, no answer.

As the earth settled down, they both headed slowly down the winding stairs, and noticed Justin standing outside on the deck. They tried to switch on the lights at the bottom of the stairs, but the power was off. He motioned to them to stay back, and walked over to the sliding glass door which he had run out of. "There's glass everywhere! He yelled. Be careful!" Jen ran back upstairs for a flashlight she kept next to her bed, but was too terrified to grab, when she ran into the hall. She put on flip flops and brought a pair for Candy. 

Stopping with Candy at the bottom of the stairs they looked for a place to walk. The floor was mostly clear but many of the white dinner plates had fallen onto the granite countertops and shattered. The counter and sink were filled with shards of the plates she'd had for years. The glasses that were neatly stacked behind the bar had all rained down to the tile floor and shattered. Tiny pieces of wine and champagne glasses were strewn all the way across the floor and in front of the couch where Justin had been sleeping. Three bottles had slipped out of the wine rack but were still intact.

They made their way to the sliding door and had a group hug. "Oh thank god you're ok Justin. I heard all that glass, and knew you were only a few feet away. We're so lucky." Said Candy... sobbing.

"That was fucking scary." He whispered to Candy. "I don't care how long you live here, they're always so goddamn scary. I think its over now...are you guys OK?"

Lightening the mood, Jen exclaimed: "Shit! The damn glasses are all broken...and I need a fucking drink! Justin, there are some brooms and a dustpan next to the door outside...Do you mind?" 

"I'm on it Jennifer!" The ladies hugged again while Justin was gone and Jen could feel Candy's heart beating out of her chest. They regrouped inside and gathered up all the broken items, and threw everything away. 

"I have coffee cups! Anybody for coffee? The sun is coming up."

"No thanks Jennifer, I gotta get home and make sure everything is OK there, but thank you. Last night was great. I'm plenty awake after all this excitement!"

"Candy kissed him and said: "Call me when you get home. Let me know if everything's ok."

"No problem. Have a nice day ladies! Candy, if you guys need any help, text me."

"OK. Bye."

— AFTERSHOCKS —

After they'd put everything back where it belonged, Jen asked: "Candy, what are your plans for today?" Ambulances and firetrucks kept roaring by, shattering the peace of the normally quiet Malibu community.

"I think I'll just hang out here today, maybe on the beach, until everything gets back to normal."

"Well, I'm going back to bed for an hour or so. I'm a little hungover so a nice nap is in order for me today."

Jen went up, slipped into bed and fell asleep right away. After about two hours, she woke to hear her shower running. Candy was using it to get the sand and salt water off of her. She walked out wrapped in a large white towel, and stood next to the bed. Jen opened her eyes and said: "What?" 

"Are you gonna stay in bed all day sleepyhead?"

Throwing her arm over her eyes, she answered: "Yes!"

"Then, I am too!" She said softly. Pulling back the covers, she noticed that Jen was naked except for the pretty red panties she'd bought the day before. 

She slid into the bed and laid on her side facing Jen. She cuddled up close to her "Aunt" and peeking under her arm saw that she was smiling. "You're so bad Candice. Don't you ever get enough?"

"And you're so beautiful Jen...How could I ever get enough of you?"

She draped her right leg over Jen's, and started to lightly kiss the soft skin around her breast, while her hand ran slowly up and down Jen's stomach.

Jen could smell how deliciously clean she was, fresh from her hot shower, her skin was still warm, and combined with the soft, loving touch of the young girl's fingers, had her squirming in the bed. She moaned as Candy dragged her lips over her nipples, and her hands softly teased her stomach, moving ever so slowly to her mound. Once Candy had placed her entire hand over Jen's pussy, she abruptly grabbed Candy's right arm and pushed her over on her back. Leaning up on one arm, she said: "You make me so fucking hot and wet, little girl, there's something I've been wanting to do, since you walked out of your mom's car. And now, you're mine."

She tore at the towel covering Candy's naked body, and threw it on the floor. She took her left hand and reached behind Candy's neck, pulling her close to kiss her. Lifting her head off the bed, she locked her lips onto Candy's sweet young mouth, and her tongue searched for Candy's. They kissed like the wild animals they'd both become.

Lowering herself to Candy's firm, perky tits, Jen made a meal of each one. She sucked and bit at her small pink nipples, making her wince and cry out more than once. 

She lowered her kisses to Candy's hard smooth stomach and let one arm slide under her leg. Lowering herself to her clean shaven pubic bone, she gradually brought her arm under the perfect young ass that she'd watched wiggle around her house for weeks. 

Once at her smooth mound, she licked at Candy's clit, teasing it with her tongue, knowing it wasn't ready to be sucked. Yet. 

She shifted her weight slightly and using the arm under Candy's ass lifted her up to Jen's probing mouth. The young cheerleader moaned and wiggled, as Jen's tongue ran up and down the length of her soft slit. Using two fingers, she spread her lips apart, and laid her tongue flat over that wet, horny pussy. Refusing to let her cum quickly, Jen continued her slow torture of the poor little tease. She finger-fucked her until her hands almost gave out and sucked on her clit until she screamed that she was going to cum. Every time, Jen would move a little, or change her pace, knowing that it would cause her to lose concentration. And she'd start all over. Jen had waited to taste this little vixen since she strutted through the front door, and she wanted her fill. She had fun making her a sub, and giving her orders, but now momma was takin' what she wanted. She licked and sucked her sweet young pussy until the little beauty queen was losing her mind. 

Finally, she went in with everything she had, furiously fingering her, slipping her pinky into her ass and licking her pussy like a pro. Candy screamed and bucked on the bed like a woman possessed, and Jen relentlessly continued her attack. Candy grabbed and clawed at Jen's head with both hands and suddenly exploded in a long flowing orgasm, pulse after pulse of her warm fluid poured from her abused pussy, and Jen was right there lapping it up. Candy dropped her knees back onto the bed and reached out for Jen. "OH MY GOD! Oh my god! Come up here!"

They hugged, kissed briefly, and Candy fell fast asleep. For hours.

== THE PARTY'S OVER ==

Jennifer quietly slipped out to the beach for her morning run, leaving Candy to sleep in. When she returned, The smell of bacon filled the house. "Yum! That smells wonderful! Good morning princess!" 

"Good morning! Have a nice walk?" 

"Always. Is breakfast ready?"

"Just the bacon. I haven't started the eggs yet."

"Put the bacon aside and come upstairs and wash my back." Jen walked upstairs, followed closely by her willing assistant. "Fix my shower Candice. I like it hot."

After watching Jen strip off her sweaty clothes, she held the shower door open for her, and they briefly kissed as she stepped in. "Take those wet sweats to the washing machine won't you Candice?" Candy picked up the clothes from the floor and did as she was told. Being a sub to her "Aunt" really turned her on. She couldn't wait until her next order. Usually it was she who seduced the guys as well as girls, and was used to getting everything that she wanted. This was different. And very exciting. The tables had turned and she eagerly awaited her next instructions. 

"Get in now Candy, and wash my sore back and legs." Candy dropped her PJs to the floor and stepped in close to Jen, who handed her a new bar of soap. 

She lathered up Jen's shapely legs and feet, and as Jen had done to her weeks earlier, ran the edge of her hand to the top of her legs. Slowly sliding her hand in and around to touch her ass, Jen began to sigh. She suddenly turned around, and said: "My back, Candice! I told you to wash my back!"

"Yes Ma'am. Sorry." She soaped up and rubbed Jen's back and shoulders, to the sounds of her delighted moans. Candy had talented hands which belied her actual age. She somehow knew how to work out the kinks in one's shoulders and back muscles and could take it as far as you wanted to go. 

"My mom loves when I rub her back." said Candy to Jen's surprise: 

"Oh? Do you two do it in the shower too?" 

"Oh my god no! Eeewww! Gross! Just for you Aunt Jennifer...This is just for you." 

"Oh Ok. Just wondering." It was obvious that she got her practice someplace. Maybe she was just improvising, but the girl was good.

Rubbing Jen's tired back and shoulders was easy for Candy, and a real treat for Jen. She couldn't remember the last time someone had given her a really good massage. Especially, in the shower. 

Candy gradually lowered her sensuous massage to Jen's lower back and hips, slowly moving down to her strong ass cheeks. Holding each cheek in her hand at a time, and squeezing hard, into her glutes, Jen yelped from the pain. Again, using the edge of her hand, she ran it up the slippery crack of Malibu's nicest ass. 

"Yes. Wash me there... And take your time Candice." Her voice was a soft whisper, just slightly louder than the stream of hot water splashing against their skin.

Candy moved her soapy hand between Jen's legs and parted her cheeks. Jen bent forward, as she did, and placed her hands flat against the wall. The water now streamed down her back and over her ass. The combination of the hot water running down her ass crack and Candy's talented young fingers exploring her ass, had Jen aching for more. Candy kept soaping and rinsing off her ass, but going no further, until Jen gave her sub her next order. 

"Fuck my ass with that finger of your's Candice." Candy was ready, hoping those words would come soon, and easily slid her middle finger into Jen's slippery asshole. She put her other hand on the small of Jen's back for support. Jen yelled out: "Oh fuck yes. I like that Candy. Fuck my little ass. ooooooo yeah. Just like that, baby. Push it in...deep. Yeah! That's right. Thats right. All the way baby. mmmmmm yeah." Candy leaned in, pushing in her finger as far as it would go, and removed it only to plunge it in again. And again. Fucking that beautiful ass as wildly as she knew how, Candy came without touching herself, as she stood there working her Aunt into a frenzy. 

Jen pulled one hand off the wall, and started to masturbate, moving from inside her soaking wet pussy to her excited clit. The shower resonated with the sound of the two ladies moaning, groaning, and squealing as they both came with massive orgasms. First Jen who nearly lost her balance and fell to her knees shaking, then Candy, who sat back down into the tub, and fanned her clit until she screamed her way through her third orgasm. 

Jen turned to see Candy laying back against the tub, with her hand between her legs and they both laughed. "Holy shit Aunt Jen. That was some shower."

"Best one I've ever had Candice. Thank you." 

"My pleasure Ma'am. Obviously!"

"Let's go have that breakfast now little girl."

"You got it Aunt Jen. I'll finish the eggs if you'll set the table...I mean if you don't mind."

Jen smiled and said: "Let's eat out on the deck. It's a beautiful morning."

Jen held out her arms and Candy stood up to hug her. They kissed lovingly, and rinsed off yet one more time, then got out to dress for the day.

At breakfast, Jen reminded Candy that tomorrow was their last day together, and the erotic summer vacation was coming to an end.

Candy hadn't been paying attention to the calendar, and cried when she thought about it. 

Jen kept trying to change the subject throughout breakfast, but tears kept streaming down Candy's cheeks. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with her napkin a hundred times, but it seemed nothing could kill the sadness. She wanted to go back to school too, but waiting for another summer to be with Jen was just too much. 

"Do you need a drink Candice?" Jen asked, only half kidding. 

"Fuck yes I do!" I know...excuse my language, but this sucks Aunt Jen! I don't want to leave." 

"Mimosas! The perfect breakfast beverage! Mimosas all around." Jen went inside to mix the champagne and orange juice and returned to the deck. 

Let's toast to the summer, baby girl! Here's to the most memorable summer vacation we've ever had together! And to many more!"

"I don't want to wait until next summer to see you Jen. I'll miss you too much. I love you!"

"Oh, I love you too princess, but look, we still have Memorial day, Labor day, Independence day, Thanksgiving, Christmas, even Presidents day, and both our birthdays for god's sake! I expect you to come back for each and every one. And I'll also plan on you being here for next summer vacation as well. Deal?"

"Deal. And thank you Jen for everything. I won't soon forget this vacation with you. Anything else you'd like me to do?"

"Yes. Clear these dishes, put everything away, clean the kitchen, and go to your room. Take your clothes off when you get there, lie down on your bed, and wait for me. I'll be right there to give you your going away present. And bring this whipped cream." 

The End



The Beach House



Authors Note: I would like to thank a generous soul who edited my mess. I learned a lot about punctuation in the process. Thank you kind sir! 

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I looked out over the pool to a pristine beach not one hundred steps below the chlorinated water. To the left, I saw trees and a stone fence, to the right, more palm trees and the same stone fence. Both fences transitioned into a jagged rock wall that defined the perimeter of the private beach. I couldn't see the neighbors on either side. It was perfect.

I heard the real estate agent exit the sliding glass door. She was a heavy-set woman, impeccably dressed, with a phony happy sales attitude. I didn't care for her much. She wore a bit too much perfume and always thought she knew what was best for me. Of course, I didn't really care for anyone so she was at a disadvantage to begin with.

"I'll take it." I said without turning to look at her. I heard her high heels stop on the rock patio.

"You haven't really looked at the house, Mr. Tomlinson." There she goes trying to control my thoughts again. I was only interested in the privacy. This place blocked out the rest of the world. It would be my private little slice of heaven. The house was devoid of furniture which was a good thing. It meant it was already vacant and I could close the deal quickly. 

"Make the offer Mrs. Johnson. Full asking price." I raised my hand in hopes she would see that I had already made my decision. This was the fourth place I looked at and the first to meet my original qualifications. If she had just listened, she could have sold it this morning and not wasted half my day.

"Are you sure? I am quite confident we can negotiate it down ten, maybe twenty percent." God, I am glad she doesn't work for me. I would fire the bitch on the spot. What part of "make the offer" didn't she understand? I wanted the property and didn't want to deal with anyone any longer than absolutely necessary. I turned to her.

"Make the offer. Full asking price." I made it sound a bit ominous. Why did I have to repeat myself? I hated the need for agents. She stepped back a bit and reached into her purse for her phone.

"Of... of course, Mr. Tomlinson." She fumbled her phone, and it almost dropped to the stone patio. "I'll have the papers drawn up immediately. They will want ten percent in earnest money." She was back to her business self. "Would you like me to bring the paperwork to you tomorrow morning?" Like I wanted to see this woman first thing in the morning or ever again for that matter.

"A Monica Rose will call you and complete the purchase." I started walking back through the house toward my car. I wasn't interested in a conversation or politely accompanying her out. Happily, I chose not to ride with Johnson so I hopped in my car and sped off.

I entered the hotel at the rear entrance. I don't have to feign niceties to the staff that way. I needed to get my new house livable as soon as possible. I expected to close by end of next week. I had enough lawyers on the payroll to make sure that it would go smoothly. I would need furniture and all the other necessities to make it home. I called up one of the few people in the world I respected.

"Monica, its Dale Tomlinson." Monica handles things for me. She doesn't discuss options and try to help. She just does.

"Mr. Tomlinson, what can I do for you?" Yes, that's what I like to hear. No bullshit niceties. Just business.

"I am purchasing a beachfront home and need it furnished and move-in ready as soon as possible." Watch her work.

"This week, sir." She sounded a bit hesitant. Not like her at all.

"That is what 'as soon as possible means.' " I usually didn't have to repeat myself to her.

"Of course sir! Address?" I could almost see her writing it down as I regurgitated it. I told her to talk with Mrs. Johnson to finalize the sale and to access the property. 

"Style?" I told her it would be classic comfort. I intended to spend a lot of time there. I don't think it was an actual style, but Monica had a wonderful way of interpreting my needs.

"Budget?" Whatever it takes. I didn't want to limit her creativity. I was going to actually live there.

"I will get a flight out tomorrow." She was fast. That's why I liked her. I don't think she cared for me personally, but that was unimportant. I knew she liked my business, and she charged me well for her speed. Fine with me; I can always make more money. It's time that is at a premium. What's funny is that I have only met her in person a couple of times. Now I just call her with what I want and it's done. I couldn't think of a more perfect arrangement. I hung up the phone—no need for goodbyes.

It took three weeks to occupy the house. Damn owners were out of country, and I had to wait till they returned. They should have made arrangements for a possible sale before they left. Assholes pretty much ruined a week of my life. I really hate people. On the other hand, Monica was wonderful as always. The house was move-in ready. I was sure it cost me an arm and a leg, but it was worth it. Even the kitchen and bar were stocked. I only had to transfer my personal effects, and I was home.

I wasn't sure why she had put a pool table in the rec room. I never have guests so it won't get any use. I guess it was just there to take up the large space available. The pool had way too many lounge chairs, but I guess it gave the area a more lived in look. The beach itself was exactly as I envisioned. One lounger under a giant umbrella. This is why I bought the place. I aimed to spend a good portion of my life lying in that chair, reading books and letting the gentle waves wash away the rest of the world. This was paradise as far as I was concerned. 

I walked down to the sand, and sure enough, the waves were playing a symphony on the bordering breaker rocks. Civilization was drowned out. The adjoining beaches were completely blocked from view so I could expect zero interruptions. I was so pleased, I decided not to go back up. I stripped to my boxers and lined the lounger up for maximum shade time. I loved the beach, the waves, and the warmth. I could do without the sun. It was way too bright and made me sweat. I lay back and let the sound of the waves roll over my body. This was by far the best purchase I had ever made. It wasn't long before I was sound asleep. It was just that peaceful.

The damn sun woke me about two hours later. It began to roast my feet by the time I had pulled myself from dreamland. There has to be an umbrella that tracks the sun. I vowed to find one as I snapped my knees up to cool my feet. There is always something in this universe that likes to screw with my well-being. Today, it was the sun. 

I returned inside and fired up my laptop. It was time to review my trades. I had inherited a huge bond portfolio just before the 2008 crash. My grandmother, the only person I ever enjoyed being around, had conservatively purchased munis, federal and triple A corporate bonds. She purchased them from selling off my grandfather's position in a highly profitable internet firm at his death. She was a lovely woman whose passing I took hard. Having lost my parents early in life, Grandma was my rock and my soul. As the bonds matured and the munis were called, I dumped the money into the stock market. My timing couldn't have been better. When everyone was selling, I was buying. I grew a $100 million portfolio into a half billion dollar empire with me as the emperor. 

Most people didn't even know my name, and I liked it that way. Money can buy power and influence. I used it to ensure my isolation. Monica was my wall against the world. She would handle all the crap that the money generated when it was spent. She, unfortunately, was becoming a bit irreplaceable. I paid her generously in hopes that she never moved on. It would be almost impossible to find anyone who could match her efficiency. I sometimes got shivers thinking about life without her. 

With my portfolio looking as good as ever, I started opening cabinets in the kitchen looking for something to eat. Monica had seen to that with her usual perfection. There were plates and silverware, a drawer full of take-out menus sorted by Yelp ratings, the fridge and freezer filled with food, and one cabinet filled to the doors with wonderful cans of heaven. My one vice was SpaghettiOs.

High School was hell for me. I had never fit in so I spent four years trying to stay far away from others. When I failed, I suffered. I wasn't big enough, not good looking enough, and I never knew what to say. There was only one person who didn't care about my awkwardness. My Grandma would be waiting for me to return home and could tell from my expression what kind of day I had. My best memories of high school were sitting in the kitchen eating SpaghettiOs with my Grandma. It may sound sad to others, but to me it was a wonderful stress-free environment. Just the smell of the canned wonder cooking on the stove would let me forget my nameless torturers. To this day, those cans brought Grandma back to my mind. Monica was priceless; she knew me well.

I poured a can into a pot on the stove and sat back to enjoy the aroma. Just like the waves, the smell washed away the world. I could almost see Grandma's smiling face. I tried not to eat it every day so I wouldn't get bored. I grabbed a bowl and poured a serving and headed off to the flat panel to watch a movie. A nap on the beach, SpaghettiOs and a good movie. This day was better than most. I made a mental note to eat something a bit more nutritious later. 

Besides some annoying interruptions by assholes that needed my signature, my week went fairly well. I allocate one day a week to clean house and do the laundry. I had a maid once, but I just couldn't stand having her around. The repeated "good mornings" and "how are you todays" made me want to puke. I decided it was easier on my soul to just handle it myself. Hell, it was the only real work I had to do anyway. It was almost therapeutic. One day of work made the other six days more valuable.

It was about four o'clock when I finished the final load a laundry. It being summer, I still had a good four hours of good beach time left. I grabbed a book, donned my swimming trunks, and headed to my lounger. I mentally kicked myself for forgetting to research a self-adjusting umbrella. I began to adjust the umbrella and felt a sharp pain in my ankle as my foot dug into the sand. Something jabbed me hard right below where the ankle bone stuck out. I whipped my foot up and saw two small welts just above the heel. It didn't look that serious although it was a bit sore. It must have been some glass or something in the sand. Just another thing trying to ruin my day. 

I lay on the lounger and opened my book at the marker. It wasn't a great book, but I had a rule about finishing every book I start. It even paid off one time with a fantastic ending that made the slog through the rest more than worthwhile. I flexed my leg and ankle a bit trying to shake off the noticeable discomfort from the sand bite. I figured I would be stuck with the pain till I was able to sleep it off tonight. I went back to my book.

An incessant uneven humming began to disturb my world. I looked up from the book and saw a boat breaking the waves not far off shore. It seemed too small for the ocean. Every time a wave went by, it pulled the small engine out of the water and it emitted a high pitched scream. Fucking idiots. They had a whole ocean to play in, and they picked my back yard. I went back to my book figuring they would pass in a moment. The engine got louder as I read.

I looked back up and saw the small craft heading toward my beach. It sounded like the throttle was opened all the way. I lost the grip on my book and it dropped closed. "Son of a bitch!" I said as I realized I would have to spend the next five minutes trying to find my place again. I was really beginning to dislike the captain of the annoying vessel. The boat wasn't slowing and was still heading to my beach. If they thought they were landing here, they had better think again. I grabbed my phone in case I had to call the police.

The boat began veering off to the left toward the breakwater. The idiots should be able to see the rocks. That's all I need is a smashed up boat to ruin my pristine view. "Hey, wake up!" I shouted and waived my arm. The boat kept coming and didn't slow a bit. I screamed again, signaling with both arms, but the boat stayed to its course and slammed into the rocks. I heard wood give way when it hit and saw what looked like a naked body fly out toward the rocks.

I stood quickly from my chair. A little too quickly as my leg had seemed to go numb a bit. I moved toward the shore trying to work the sleep out of it yelling for whoever would listen. "Hey asshole! This is a private beach." I received no response, but saw something bobbing close to shore. It looked like a body. Fuck, that's all I need. Someone came all the way to my house to die. I moved quickly to water in hopes of forestalling a visit from the coroner. My arm didn't really want to cooperate as numbness ran up my side and toward my neck. I moved quickly into the shallows and rolled what I now realized was a naked woman onto her back. 

She sputtered a little water out of her mouth and looked up to me with hugely dilated eyes. "Should have just left me," she said with a Spanish accent before she broke into laughter. Pissed, I grabbed her wrist and began pulling her lethargic body toward the sand with my good arm. Her head was oozing a bit of blood although it didn't look too serious. Suddenly, pain forced me to my knees. Something was really wrong. I didn't have any energy to stand back up. My whole chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself. I dropped her arm and remembered my phone. I picked the first number in my recent list and dialed Monica. 

"Monica... Monica." I couldn't finish the sentence. I didn't have enough air in my lungs. I realized I might be dying. A wave a fear ran through me. I wasn't ready to go yet. I haven't even finished the book.

"Fuck! You're having a heart attack!" The woman sat up, and two rather attractive breasts bounced on her chest. She was failing miserably at trying to hold back laughter. My vision was drifting in and out which made the whole situation surreal. I fell backward, half in and half out of the water. She grabbed my phone before it got wet. "Mr. Private Beach needs a doctor." She laughed into the phone and threw it over her shoulder into the water. The last thing I remember was her Spanish laughter as she straddled my stomach. 

I awoke in a quiet beige and white sanitized room. I could barely hear movement and muffled conversations beyond the door. My memory came back slowly. Obviously, I survived. I moved my arm and leg, and the numbness was gone. That was a good sign. I tried to sit up and decided it really wasn't worth the effort. Still a bit weak. I closed my eyes again and was soon fast asleep.

"Mr. Tomlinson... Mr. Tomlinson?" A woman's voice woke me from my sleep. "Good morning, Mr. Tomlinson," she added when my eyes opened. It was a nurse, dressed in a blue set of smocks. "You're in St. Vincent's. You experienced a sudden cardiac arrest." No shit, I thought. Even the naked lady on the beach knew that. "Dr. Heller wanted me to wake you up before he began his rounds." She checked an IV bag that was attached to my arm. "Would you like to sit up?"

"Yes." I said a bit hoarsely. I was feeling a bit vulnerable fully on my back. She adjusted the bed a bit and then helped me raise my shoulders.

"I'll get you some fresh water." She grabbed a pitcher that was next to the bed and headed out the door. At least I had a private room. The walls seemed thick enough so I didn't feel crushed by the number of people that were obviously in the building. All in all, it could have been a lot worse.

She returned with a full pitcher and a cup with a built-in lid and straw. It looked a little juvenile, but I was pretty thirsty. She filled the cup and place it in my hand. For a second there, I thought she was going to hold the cup to my lips so I kind of fumbled the handoff. Good thing it had a lid. I took a few sips and relieved my dry throat.

"Do you have any questions?" She looked at me quizzically. I wasn't sure what to ask. I felt kind of like I had to ask something.

"Yes! How did I get here?" It was simple enough and showed I wasn't completely without my wits.

"I wasn't here last night, but I understand you were brought in by helicopter." She said pointing to the roof. "You were very lucky. I understand you flat-lined in transit, but the paramedics were able to revive you. Dr. Heller will have to explain the treatment you received once you arrived. He should be here in a few minutes." Fuck, I died in a helicopter. As if on cue, the doctor wearing the same color smocks as the nurse walked in with a clipboard.

"Good morning Mr. Tomlinson." This was getting a bit repetitive. "It's good to see you awake." I felt the need to respond.

"Good morning." I said. A lot of my hoarseness was gone. 

"I'm Dr. Heller, and I was the attending physician when you came in last night." He looked up from the clipboard. "You had a very close call. Luckily you had some good first aid." He went over to a terminal on the wall that was wired to a clip on my left finger. After playing with the settings a bit he returned his face to mine again. "We were unable to locate a next of kin so I had to accept that Monica..." he looked at his clipboard "Rose was acting in your interest."

"Yes, she always does." I said carefully.

"You were stung on the foot by a jellyfish." He was looking at me closely. "You had a rather strong allergic reaction and your heart stopped. Usually these things are just uncomfortable, but reactions like yours are not completely uncommon." 

"I don't remember going in the water." I tried hard to think back.

"Actually, the animal can remain quite potent a few days after death. You could have just step on one on the beach." He leaned over the bed and disconnected the clip on my finger. I remembered the sting when I was adjusting that damn umbrella. 

"Are there any lasting effects?" I wiggled my toes again to make sure they were still working right. 

"No." He chuckled. "At least not normally. Some Benadryl for the symptoms. The toxin flushes itself out in a few days. Believe it or not, we're only going to keep you overnight. Once we make sure you won't relapse, we'll release you." He was pretty cheerful sounding. "You should be able to continue on with your life as normal, but I would recommend you see a cardiologist in a week so just to make sure there is no permanent damage." Wow, drive-through medicine.

"Thanks, Doctor." I wasn't sure if there was a protocol for what to say to someone who saved your life. I was afraid to add any embellishments that might sound fake. He just patted my on the shoulder.

"I'll see you before you leave tomorrow." He walked out to continue his rounds.

"Monica Rose is waiting outside to see you. Do you feel up to a visitor?" The nurse smiled like it was a good thing. I wasn't excited about seeing her in my weakened state, but I am sure she was instrumental in my survival.

"Yes, of course." I tried to smile because I felt the nurse expected me too. I hated dealing with people. Everything felt uncomfortable. Good thing I was going home tomorrow. She opened the door and waved Monica in on her way out.

"I understand you're going home tomorrow." Monica didn't say hello. God she was easy to talk to.

"Yes. I guess I have you to thank for the helicopter and private room." I almost died. I have to thank someone or they might just let me go next time.

"Actually, it is Mia Perez you need to thank. You will get the bill for my services." She wasn't smiling just all business.




The Beach House



"Mia Perez?" I couldn't place the name.

"Mia was the women who performed CPR on you for over fifteen minutes. They found her naked and quite high on heroin pumping away on you. They tell me it is the only reason you survived." She almost seemed angry about my survival.

"Should I give her some money or something?" I again wasn't sure of the protocol in these matters.

"You would give a junky money? Might as well put a gun to her head." Monica seemed pissed for some reason. I was a little shocked at her tone. "It cost a lot, but she is currently recuperating in your house. It took a long time to convince the police not to book her for grand theft and heroin use." Why did Monica's eyes seem to be so strained? "You are buying a replacement boat to make sure she avoids grand theft."

"I didn't steal the damn boat. I'm not buying a new one." Who does Monica think she is? "What do you mean I have a junky in my house?" Now I was getting pissed. Monica wasn't deterred.

"Look asshole, you screwed up my tenth anniversary trip to outfit the house." Her hands were becoming animated. "I was literally dragged out of bed when I was making it up to my husband when your heart stopped. We weren't sleeping if you know what I mean." She was being a bit louder than usual. I didn't even know she was married. "If Charlie leaves me, or Ms. Perez ends up in jail or back on the street," she ticked off her points on her fingers, "I will never answer your call again." She ended up with her hands on her hips.

I was shocked by her tirade. She worked for me didn't she? I almost told her to fuck off, but the thought of life without Monica was a depressing one. I calmed down. Money was always easy to get. "Okay, okay, I'll buy the boat and pay for rehab." That should take care of it. I quickly had a finger wagging in my face.

"No, no, Mister Selfish. You will be solely responsible for her rehabilitation. No hiring your way out of it." She had a very determined look on her face. "She saved your life, God only knows why, and you owe her more than a brush-off." She was trying to screw up my life. "You were lucky enough to be handed a junky that knew CPR when you needed it. Now you have deal with it." 

"What the hell do I know about handling a heroin addict?" I was confused why she thought this would even work.

"There is a Dr. Williams taking care of her right now. He is a detox specialist that you are paying a lot of money for. Ask him." Her hands were back on her hips.

"This has gone far enough." It was time to put my foot down. "I don't want a junky or anyone else in my house, and I am certainly not going to play social worker." Let's see if she is willing to give up on my paychecks. She called my bluff.

"Fine! Then this is the last conversation we will ever have." Her voice was quiet and her expression had lost the anger. She turned and walked toward the door. I was about to let her go when visions of the hundreds of people I would need to deal with flashed before my eyes. Monica was irreplaceable as far as I knew. Life would begin to really suck.

Before her hand hit the door knob I relented. "Monica..." She turned toward me. "I'll do it!" I felt like I was ten years old finally conceding to clean my room. 

"Yes, Mr. Tomlinson." She smiled and headed out the door. No need for goodbyes.

I returned home the next day with an armload of pamphlets on cardiac health. I had an appointment with a recommended cardiologist in two weeks. I wasn't sure I wanted to go. I feared he would tell me SpaghettiOs were off limits. Of course, if I died, I couldn't eat them either. Maybe I just needed to stay away from jellyfish.

A young man exited the hall bathroom rolling down his sleeves. "Hi, you must be Mr. Tomlinson. I'm Wally Williams." He held out his hand. He looked a bit too young to be a doctor. I took his hand and shook it.

"Monica says you're a detox specialist?" I wanted to verify that I wasn't going to be doing this without professional help.

"Yep, kind of evolved into the job. I started a clinic in a pretty bad neighborhood. You can say it was on-the-job training." He seemed pleased with his chosen direction. I sensed he was a do-gooder who was in it for the satisfaction. "I usually don't do house calls, but I must say, your generous donation to the clinic made me rethink that position." He chuckled. I tried to not let on that I had no idea how generous I was.

"I'm glad you're here Doc. I'm kind of committed to seeing that Ms. Perez gets through this." I tried to sound grateful. I was hoping he would handle the heavy lifting. "I've really never done anything like this before."

"You missed the easy day. Today and tomorrow will most likely be the worst." His expression became more serious. "It's like a bad flu with a bunch of very ugly side effects thrown in. Just make sure she doesn't try to sleep on her back to avoid aspiration of any discharge. It helps to make sure she stays hydrated, especially if diarrhea kicks in." He was sounding like he wasn't staying. "I put some Epsom salts next to the tub. If she complains of itchy or crawly skin, put her in a hot bath with the salts." He was reaching for his suit jacket that was lying over the back of the chair.

"You're leaving?" I felt like I was being thrown into the deep end of the pool.

"I'll stop back in tomorrow morning. I left my card on the table." He pointed to the end table. "Call me if you run into something unexpected." Obviously, I wasn't generous enough with my donation.

"I'm really not qualified to handle this, Doc." I am sure it sounded like I was pleading. I meant it to be more instructive to illicit a guilt reaction. He just chuckled.

"Mia doesn't need a doctor now. She just needs someone who cares. In a couple of days we can start the real work." He was heading for the door. I considered tackling him, but discounted it due to recent heart issues. It was just two days he said. I can suffer through it to keep Monica on board.

"Where's Mia now?" I wasn't even sure where to start. 

"In the master suite. It had the closest bathroom." He opened the front door. "See you around nine tomorrow." Just like that, he was gone. It was the first person in many years that I didn't want to leave.

I stood in the hallway, looking at the door for a few moments. I was secretly hoping it would open again, the doctor deciding to return. It didn't. I was a fish out of water. People take care of me; I don't take care of other people. I moved slowly down the hallway toward my bedroom. I figured the longer it took to get there, the sooner this would be over. I stood outside the door, not wanting to go in. I could hear a quiet moan, which made it worse. Without warning, I heard her violently vomit. I remembered the doctors warning and ran in to make sure she wasn't on her back. I really didn't want to go in.

I gagged as the smell hit me in the face. I was never good when others threw up. I started breathing through my mouth as I took in the scene. Mia was naked on the right side of the bed, and the left side had a puddle of vomit. The covers were pooled at the foot of the bed, and Mia was shivering. I had never seen anything like this. I didn't know where to start. Luckily she was on her side in an almost fetal position. I moved to the right side of the bed, trying to keep my eyes off the remnants of her last meal.

"Mia, my name is Dale." It sounded feeble considering the situation. "I'm the guy you saved a couple of nights ago." My hands kept making aborted attempts to touch her. I wasn't at all sure how to help her.

"Oh God, I can't do this!" She was weeping and shivering. "I thought I could, but I can't." I saw that some of her long black hair had found its way to the puddle. I knew I wouldn't like my hair to be there, so I reached over her body and retracted the errant hair. The ends were covered in puke, so I squeezed them dry between my fingers and pulled them back over her head. I looked at my hand and saw that some stomach chunks had adhered to my fingers. I retched and ran to the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before I empty the contents of my stomach. My heaving was echoed by another round from Mia. This sympathetic barfing had to stop. I knew I needed to clean up the discharge if we were going to get through the day. I waited till my stomach settled, then washed my hands.

I entered the bedroom and almost lost it again. Mia had covered herself in the last round of puking. She was now outwardly crying. Fuck, this was bad! The sheets had to be cleaned up, and I was the only one there. The smell was horrendous. I shut off my nostrils and grabbed the sheet that was bunched up at the end of the bed. I moved next to Mia again and began wiping the vomit off her face and pushing it toward the other side of the bed. She was rolling back and forth making it more difficult to clean her up. "Mia, stop moving for minute. I got to get this shit off you." I was desperately trying to control my gag reflex and didn't know how long I could hold off. My stomach was empty so I knew the next round would hurt like hell.

"Please don't make me do this." She was still crying, and her shivering became more noticeable. I was hesitant to start cleaning off her chest. Some morality wall needed to be breached.

"I have to clean off the rest of you. I'm sorry." I gave her all the warning I could and began to wipe off her breasts. She had gotten the bulk of the discharge in the valley between them. I had to use two hands, one to lift and one to clean. This was the first pair of breasts I had ever touched in my life that I hadn't paid to touch. Strangely, puke had a way of making the whole experience very clinical. I wasn't the least bit aroused. I rolled her toward me and cleaned off her arm and shoulder. I placed the cleanest part of the sheet along her side and rolled her back over it. This allowed me to undo the bottom sheet and roll her back to the bare mattress. I wadded up the dirty sheets and ran them to the laundry room.

I kept praying that she wouldn't puke again while I was grabbing new sheets. I reversed the process and covered the bed with clean sheets. I let my nostrils open, and, as expected, the smell was greatly reduced. Mia, I don't think, cared. She was still weeping and still had a film of vomit on her.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed the bucket under the sink. I tried one of the sponges, but they were too coarse for her skin. I went and grabbed a new bath towel from the bathroom closet and filled the bucket with warm water. I brought it all back to Mia. I dipped the corner of the towel into the water and started at Mia's head. I tenderly pushed her long black hair out of the way as I began wiping her face clean.

"Please don't make me do this." She pleaded again. Her brown bloodshot eyes were searching for mine.

"Shhh, I have to." I whispered, trying to calm her down. "I can't lose Monica," I admitted. I don't know why I added that. I guess I felt she needed a reason for me to ignore her wishes. I wiped her forehead and around her eyes. I noticed that there were tiny wrinkles beginning to form at the outside of her eyes. She looked a lot younger from afar; closer, she looked to be in her thirties. "I'm just going to get you cleaned up." I suddenly felt and sounded like my grandmother. It wasn't a bad feeling.

She shivered as I continued cleaning her cheeks and chin. Her lips were turning a bit blue. "I'm so damn cold." Her accent was becoming more pronounced, and I was afraid she might slip into Spanish. I didn't know Spanish at all. Washing her chest was a lot more pleasant this time. I knew how sick she was, but the goose bumps on her breasts were adorable. I hid my thoughts and continued to wipe her down. I stopped at her belly, thinking that going farther would be an invasion. I forced myself not to look between her legs. I didn't even know if she was even conscious of her nakedness. "So cold..." She was really shivering now. I guess the air on her wet skin was aggravating the situation. I dried her as best I could with the other side of the towel. At the foot of the bed, I pulled up the blankets that had dropped there and tucked her in.

Her lips went another shade bluer, and her shivering increased. I could almost hear her teeth chatter. I went to the closet for another blanket and added it to the bed, but it didn't seem to help much. She looked miserable. I did the only other thing I could think of. I stripped to my boxers and climbed into bed with her. I wrapped my arm around and pulled her into me. She sank her butt into my groin and I warmed her back with my chest. Still shaking, "Better," was all she said. I held her twitching body hoping another round of puking wasn't on its way. In time, I feel asleep.

When I awoke my front was drenched in sweat. Mia was burning up. She had detached from me and rid the bed of its blankets. The withdrawal process was like a roller coaster that won't let you off. "Make it stop! Please make it stop!" She was more moaning the talking. God, I wanted to make it stop. It was beginning to hurt me to look at her. It was hard watching her suffer. I jumped out of bed and grabbed the bucket. I refilled it with cool water and snatched another towel.

"I'm so sorry Mia." I don't know why I was sorry, but I was. I began wiping her down with the cool water. Her whole body was on fire, so this time I didn't stop at her belly and I continued down her thighs and calves. "I wish you didn't have to go through this." I realized that I truly meant what I said. No one should suffer like this. I moved back to her forehead and applied the end of the damp towel as a compress. As an afterthought, I lightly blew on her newly wet chest and belly which caused a shiver to run down her body. Some of those adorable goose bumps reappeared for a moment. She was still hot.

I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a small hand towel, and filled it with ice. I almost headed back before I remembered my grandmother wetting the towel before putting the ice pack on my head when I was sick. I duplicated her system and quickly headed back to the bedroom. Mia was moaning when I sat next to her and replaced the wet towel with the new ice pack. "Shhh, the doctor says it will all be over soon." I stroked her hair even though it was now heavily knotted and still had remnants of the early bout of vomiting. I didn't care, I just wanted her to feel better.

I lightly caressed her face and hair until the ice melted. I debated getting more since she seemed to be cooling down. "Oh! Oh!" she moaned and slowly raised herself to a sitting position holding her stomach. I braced for another round of vomit. She continued to carefully raise herself off the bed and brushed off my help. Half bent over, she slowly worked her way to the bathroom and closed the door before I could follow. The sounds that followed were obviously not associated with throwing up. I remembered the doctor's statement about dehydration, and I left to get some ice water. I returned, and Mia wasn't done yet. Poor girl! I felt so bad for her.

The sheets were soaked with sweat and water. I guessed it would be a good time to change them. I set the water down on the nightstand and stripped the bed. I remade the bed with fresh sheets, then sat and waited. It wasn't long before I heard the toilet flush. It was followed a moment later by the shower starting. I waited. After twenty minutes I knocked on the door and didn't receive an answer. The door wasn't locked so I opened it, calling her name. When she didn't respond, I entered and saw her sitting on the floor of the shower hugging her knees.

"Mia, the doctor said I need to keep you hydrated." I brought my volume up above the waterfall.

"Get the fuck out!" she screamed at me. It didn't leave room for debate. I left quickly and quietly closed the door. Memories of high school flashed through my mind. I really hate other people. I left the bedroom and ran down to the beach. I would have to find a replacement for Monica. I couldn't deal with this anymore.

I sat on the lounger and listened to the ocean. It was calm and repetitive, and it washed away the world. I could think more clearly. I had many lawyers who had other wealthy clients. They must know of people who knew how to handle things. I could call them and they could find the next Monica. I felt I had a solid plan of action. If I just sit here long enough, Mia would just leave, and I would find a replacement for Monica. Then everything would be back to normal. I lay back with a smile on my face and let the waves drone on. After a while, the sun forced me to shift the umbrella. Why hadn't I researched that automatic umbrella yet?

"I'm sorry." The voice was weak. I turned to see a pale Mia with wet hair. She was wrapped in my robe. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"What makes you think I'm hurt?" My defenses were up. I wasn't going to ever admit that she got to me. If you admit it, they just pile it on. She sat on the sand next to the lounger.

"You didn't come back." She was looking up at me. I wasn't biting, so I looked back at the ocean and she continued, "I was thinking of things I didn't want to remember. They wouldn't leave my head, and I kind of lashed out at you." She looked out at the ocean with me. "I not very good with people these days." I wasn't expecting that. I felt a little out of place and didn't know how to respond, so I resorted to something I rarely did. I told the truth.

"I have never been good with people." My eyes never left the ocean. I was ready for her to recognize my weakness and beat me over the head with it. It was the biggest risk I had ever taken with someone other than my Grandma. I felt naked. She leaned over and gently laid her head along my thigh. 

"We are two fucked-up individuals." Her eyes never left the ocean. I moved my hand to her long black hair and began untangling it gently with my fingers. I couldn't believe the truth was the right thing to say. We sat that way for a long time. "This is really nice... so peaceful." She was still looking out and listening to the waves.

"I come here to hide away from the world." She might as well know it all. She turned her body around and faced me.

"I can't think of nicer place to hide away." She cocked her elbow across my knee and used it as pillow. "You would've made a hell of a nurse. Not many people could have handled today."

"I'm sorry I didn't come back." I realized I was very sorry I made that mistake. I didn't want her to think less of me. I was feeling a bit wimpy and I wanted to be stronger.

"We are two sorry fucked-up individuals." She smiled. I smiled back. "If my memory serves me correctly, this is just the calm before another storm. I better get something in my stomach so it doesn't hurt to bad." I stood up out of the chair and helped Mia up.

"You've done this before?" She was still looking a bit weak. I kept her hand once she was standing.

"Seen it before. I was an RN in another life." She gripped my hand a little tighter and used me to steady her walking a bit. My survival now made a bit more sense. I had a strong desire to know more, but I didn't think it was the right time. She leaned against me as we walked back up to the house. It felt nice, sort of like the waves only a bit better.

"What would you like to eat?" I asked as we entered the kitchen.

"Truthfully? Nothing," she said as she sat on the counter stool. "But I better try to get something down. Bread, maybe?" She didn't look too excited about the proposition. I began rummaging through the cabinets and pantry looking for bread-like items. I found crackers, pancake mix, corn bread mix, and various muffin mixes. No bread.

"Pancakes okay?" It looked like they would be least invasive of the choices.

"Sure!, No syrup for me, though. Don't think I could handle the sugar." She was developing circles under her eyes. I wondered if she had slept at all last night. I grabbed the pancake mix and spent a few minutes trying to find a measuring cup and mixing spoon to go with a bowl. "You don't cook much do you?" She had been studying my assembly.




The Beach House



"Well, it is a new kitchen. Monica stocked it all, and I don't know where anything is yet." I added a stupid smile to try and cover my ignorance.

"The same Monica who told me that if I didn't detox, I would go to jail?" Mia seemed truly intrigued by the web of Monica.

"Yep, and told me to help you detox or she wouldn't speak to me again." I didn't think before I spoke. I regretted my statement immediately and turned to Mia in attempt to rephrase.

"So you love this Monica?" What? Where did that come from?

"No! Absolutely not! We don't even like each other." I kind of blurted it out quickly. I didn't want anyone thinking I had any romantic desires for Monica. 

"So why would you agree to help me?" She seemed intrigued as well as a bit agitated.

"She does things for me." I felt a bit nervous. I was screwing things up again. "I'm not good with people, so I pay her to take care of things." I pointed around the house. "All of this she did in three weeks." Saying it out loud sounded a bit ludicrous. I fell back to the truth and quietly added, "I'm glad she made me do it." Mia looked at me funny.

"You're glad she made you clean up my puke?" Mia was incredulous. I should never have opened my mouth. Why can't I ever think before I speak to other people? I couldn't look her in the eyes, so I looked at the floor.

"I'd do it again if it meant you would sit with me on the beach again." God, it sounded pathetic. I was pathetic. I heard a gasp and expected the worse. I wasn't going to hide from it this time. I lifted my head and Mia had a hand over her mouth. She had a strained look in her eyes. I guess she thought it was pathetic too. She shook her head and ran to the hall bathroom.

The retching started immediately followed by coughing and crying. She was in pain, and I felt it. I didn't make the pancakes fast enough. I ran to the bathroom with no idea what I was going to do about it. Her entire body went into convulsions each time she tried to throw up. Hardly anything was coming out, and you could see the pain in her eyes. There was nothing I could do. I sat down next to her and pulled her hair out of the toilet. I spent the next fifteen minutes trying not to cry.

Mia finally pulled back from the rim of the toilet wincing in pain. "God, that hurt!" There were tears down her face, and her eyes looked like they had just been punched. I grabbed a washcloth and soaked it with warm water. I sat back down and began to wipe her face clean. "I like you too, Dale." She gave me a weak smile. Her eyes were completely bloodshot and underlined by dark moons, her nose was bright red and runny, and she was pale as a ghost. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. I hugged her to me.

I finally got some water into her. I had her wrapped up in a blanket against me on the couch as another bout of shivering ran through her whole body. As I held her, I wondered how she broke through my walls. I stroked her hair and couldn't understand why I wanted to help her. I never wanted to help anyone before. I knew it wasn't because she saved my life, and it wasn't because of Monica's threats. I wanted her pain to go away. It hurt me to watch her. I ran my hand down her arm and saw the history of self abuse. Little bruised needle marks trying to heal. I didn't understand why I didn't find her appalling. I wondered if she would stay after she was better. A little fear began to fester. I shoved it aside. I knew where fear would lead. I would prefer that she left me than to shut her out again. 

The night was long. I held Mia when she needed it and gave her space when she needed it. I always came back. She barely slept. Wave after wave of awfulness tore through her body. I cried when she wasn't looking. I have never seen anyone in such misery. She finally passed out around eight in the morning. I covered her and left her to sleep. I was so happy that it she was out of pain for the moment. I wasn't sure how much more she could take.

I was just pouring a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to Dr. Williams. "Good morning, Doc," I said with a smile. Normally, a morning visitor would piss me off. "Got some fresh coffee on. Like a cup?"

"You're looking a bit more chipper than I expected. And yes, I would like one. Black." Wally smiled back and headed into the house. "How's Mia?" 

"She's been sleeping for about an hour. She had a rough night, but we got through it." I poured him a cup of joe and handed it across the counter. He grabbed the cup and looked at me strangely.

"I've got to say, Mr. Tomlinson..." I quickly held up my hand and interrupted.

"Please... Call me Dale." I'd never done that before. It just seemed the right thing to do, and it made me feel good.

"Well Dale, I have a really good idea of what happened in the last 24 hours." He was examining my face as I took another sip of coffee. "I expected you to be a bit more frazzled. In fact I was surprised when I didn't get a phone call last night." I smiled. I didn't think I could explain it to him.

"I don't know how to explain it. We kind of got into a rhythm." I took another sip of coffee. For some reason, it tasted better than usual. "I think I actually helped make it less horrible." I smiled at the thought. That is exactly what I did.

"You'd make a hell of a nurse." He nodded his head to me as he took another sip. I wondered if he thought the coffee was good. "Not many people are built to handle a detox." I smiled inwardly at the compliment. He chuckled a bit, "I think that Monica thought it was going to be a bit tougher on you." Now, that made me smile outwardly!

"Who knew? Yesterday, I would have agreed with her." No need to hide the fact that this was new to me also. I actually enjoyed surprising the doctor as much as myself. I hoped secretly that he would convey his thoughts to Monica as well. Wally pulled a pill bottle out of his pocket and laid it on the counter.

"Sometime today or tomorrow, the violent symptoms will cease." His voice slipped into a clinical tone. "As soon as Mia can hold down food, she needs to start taking these vitamins." he was gesturing to the bottle. "They should help rebuild her a bit quicker. The detox has a tendency to zap the body pretty hard." His expression became more serious, and he made sure he had my attention. "Dale, the next part is a bit harder." I didn't like the sound of that.

"Detox will lower her tolerance for heroin. It is extremely important that she not begin using again." He again made sure he had my attention. "Mia could easily overdose if she went back to her old patterns." Fuck! That wasn't at all a pleasant thought. I didn't even think someone would consider reuse after what I saw yesterday.

"You are going to have to find out why she started using and ended up driving that boat into the rocks." He was very serious, and I didn't like what he was implying. 

"She was just stoned and lost control of the boat." I was trying to defend Mia. There is no way she meant to hit the rocks. His face became more sympathetic.

"Heroin doesn't remove all your inhibitions. It doesn't suddenly make you stupid. It removes the pain of life." He was having trouble explaining. "She meant to hit those rocks, and she didn't expect to survive it." Oh God! I didn't want to hear this. Somehow I envisioned the heroin was some kind of accident that got out of hand. It was a much better history than what he was proposing.

"We have to find out why she did it." I was looking down at my coffee cup. I wasn't sure I wanted him to continue. "She is not going to want to tell you." I remembered the pain when she told me to "get the fuck out!" I would take the puking any day over that. "If she doesn't face her demons, her future is not good. We have to heal both her body and her mind." I looked up from my cup, and I knew my eyes were watering and my hands were shaking. His expression quickly changed. 

"Oh shit! I didn't realize," Wally continued in a softer tone. "I can bring in a professional to get her through this. This can get pretty painful, and feelings get hurt during the process." He looked at me with sorrowful expression. "It's normal that you would feel a bond with your patient, but it's rarely healthy if you let it go too far." Suddenly I was pissed. That he would insinuate that my concern was some kind of normal bonding process that should be ignored. Mia wasn't just my patient. She was as much my nurse as I was hers.

"Mia and I are two sorry fucked-up individuals." I didn't care how it sounded. Wally looked shocked at my statement. "We will get through this together and we don't need any psychiatrist screwing things up." I was looking him straight in the face. In the past, I would have left the room instead of entering into a confrontation. Not now, not with Mia at stake. 

"Dale, I don't think..." Wally was interrupted by a weak voice from the hallway.

"You heard him Doc." It was Mia, dressed in my robe and pale as ever, leaning against the wall. She was looking at me. "I'm not going through this with anyone but Dale." Her smile was weak, but it felt like an ocean of waves. Wally looked between Mia and me a couple of times and sighed.

"Okay. If you two are still friends after this, I will eat my hat." He realized he couldn't stop it. "I would still like to drop in and monitor your physical recovery Mia." I still couldn't believe she backed me up. In public. I answered for her.

"That would be great Doc. I would hate for her to be sick any longer than necessary." I realized I was still staring at Mia's smile and quickly returned to looking at Wally. He was shaking his head, wearing a smile.

"Not what I expected at all." He chuckled and held his hand out to me. I shook it and winked at Mia. "I'll be back in two days to give you a physical, Mia." She gave him a weak wave. I showed him out the door. I gathered Mia in my arms.

"I was hoping you would sleep a bit longer." I whispered to her. She still looked weak. 

"I got your back baby." I know she tried to sound strong, but it just kind of trickled out. So adorable. I brought her back to bed. She surprised me by dropping the robe before climbing naked into the bed. I felt guilty admiring her curves as I pulled the covers over her naked form. "I am so tired... Just can't seem to stay asleep." She yawned as she said it.

"Be right back." I said and for some reason I kissed her forehead. It was cold and clammy but very soft. I headed to my office library room or at least what I envisioned Monica thought it should be. I looked across the shelves and picked up my 25-year-old copy of The Hobbit. Sitting on the desk was the book I was reading the day Mia saved my life. I knocked it into the trash. I was sick of my old rules and the book really sucked.

I pulled a chair up next to Mia. I sat and propped my legs up on the edge of the bed. I opened the book and began to read. I always loved The Hobbit and the trilogy that followed. A story of the small and meek defeating evil and changing the course of all for the better. It got me through some pretty tough times. I wasn't sure it would suit Mia's literary taste. I just figured her mind needed to rest. I would read, and she only had to listen. I looked over between paragraphs. Her eyes were closed, but she was wearing a smile. I could tell she was still awake. I continued reading.

By the time I got to the second chapter, Mia was out cold. Her head had tilted to one side, and her mouth had a little drool hanging on for dear life. I closed the book and watched her for a few minutes before my head drooped down and I joined her in dreamland.

I awoke later with a stiff neck. Sleeping in a chair has a penalty for those in their thirties. Mia was gone. I wasn't surprised at first. She had been getting more animated as the hours wore on. Then I remembered Bob's comments about old habits, and I got a bit scared. I searched the bathroom and the other bedrooms on the way down the hall. I picked up my pace and didn't slow down until I saw her sitting on a stool in the kitchen. She had her back to me, looking up at a cabinet full of SpaghettiOs. Embarrassment creep into my bones. 

"Ahh, that's kind of a little obsession of mine." I scratched my head trying to figure a way to explain my childish tastes. She didn't move or respond. Something wasn't right. I walked carefully around the counter, my concern was rising. As I got close, she turned to me. There were tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Adrian loved those. Sometimes, it was the only thing I could get him to eat." I could see the pain in her eyes. I didn't understand the context, but I knew it hurt bad. I pulled her to my shoulder and closed the cabinet.

"I'll get rid of them." I didn't care if I ever ate another can. "I'm so sorry you saw them." I didn't know what else to say. I had no idea why they triggered so much pain. 

She pulled away from my shoulder. "No, you'll keep them right there." Her crying had stopped, and the tears were smeared by my shirt. "They are good memories: Adrian coming home from school, the kisses and hugs." She was tearing up again. "I tried to get him to eat better, but he loved that crap." She was blubbering, half laughing, and half crying. I saw more pain, and I had no way to take it away. I asked the obvious question, the one I really didn't want an answer to, but I knew she had to answer for me. 

"Adrian is your son?" I gave it present tense, hoping I was wrong, but knowing where this type of pain comes from. I felt it when my Grandma died. She dropped her head back to my shoulder.

"Was." She said quietly. "One minute, life was great, and the next, there was a cop at the door." She was crying and holding me tighter. "One fucking accident, and my whole family was gone." Even though I knew it was coming, I wasn't prepared. I felt my Grandma's death all over again as Mia dredged up the memories of her loss. I think I knew where the "get the fuck out of here!" came from. God help us, we were two sorry fucked-up individuals. 

I led her to the couch in the living room, and we sat. I wiped the tears from my eyes and prepared to listen. "Tell me about Adrian." I knew I had to know for her sake. He had to live again, if just for a moment in this room. 

I listened for over an hour as she told me about Adrian and his father Carlos: their lives and their dreams. Adrian was obviously in line to be the next President of these United States. She was married for eleven years before the accident. Adrian was ten at the time. I noticed the color coming back to her face as she went on about Adrian's exploits. I heard how he broke his arm climbing a tree and how he won a book contest, how he had drawings all over the house, and when he drew on the house when he was three. I envied Carlos those eleven years. She looked so alive reliving them. I could only imagine the amount of love in that household. When she was done, she sighed.

"I'm so sorry you lost them." It was a useless statement, but I couldn't just keep staring at her. She scooted over to me and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her.

"I can't even remember if I told them that I loved them that morning. It really bothers me that I can't remember that." She wasn't crying or blubbering anymore. It was just a pain that wouldn't go away.

"Even if you didn't (which I doubt) they knew it." If her description was even half way true, they wouldn't have had any doubts."It didn't sound like your family was lacking in the love department." I absently stroked her hair. I really like playing with her hair. It seemed so natural to be running my fingers through it. Her timing was a bit bad, but she said what I had already figured out.

"Heroin lets me forget them." I was a little surprised that she didn't use past tense. "I shoot up, and it all goes away." She fluttered her hand in the air. I didn't comment on her verb tense. I was hoping it was just a slip and not a Freudian one. 

"You've got some of your color back." I smiled. "What do you say to something to eat?" I wanted to get off the subject of heroin, at least for one more day. She sat up.

"Dale, you haven't eaten either." She had a concerned look on her face. "We've got to get something into you, too." She stood and headed to the kitchen with determination. I followed happily. She seemed to be getting better by the moment.

We finally cooked the pancakes. I had syrup on mine, and she shied away from the sugar. Dry pancakes and water seemed to suit her stomach. We talked about nothing special as we cooked and ate. It was as if she had lived here her whole life. We decided to spend part of the afternoon down on the beach. The summer sun was shining, and we had been cooped up inside too long. I carried down one of the pool loungers so no one would have to sit on the sand. We shared the dumb umbrella.

She was still in my robe. We would have to do something about that. I didn't even know where she lived. We lay listening to the waves. I tried not to stare as she exposed her legs to the warm air. They had a wisp of stubble but looked soft nonetheless. She probably also needed toiletries. In my mind, I was filling closets and bathrooms, and I realized I had her moving in. I knew I was moving too fast, but the thought was very pleasant. 

"I don't want to use again, you know." It came out of nowhere. I was a little surprised that she was thinking about it.

"What?" It was a place holder. I didn't have time to think, but I felt she wanted me to respond.

"I know I said it wrong. It just came out that way." She lifted her head up and looked at me. "I can remember forgetting, and it was nice. I don't want to do it again though." She was still tempted, and it brought fear that I felt in my stomach.

"Then move in here." It was the only thing I could think of. I had to keep her away from her old life. "I won't let you use again."

"You'd live with a junky?" She looked back to the ocean. I could almost feel her shame.

"You and all your sins are welcome. You'll just have to pile them on top of mine." I guess it was the right thing to say. She got up and cuddled into my lounger. She folded her hand around my neck and pulled me to her lips. They were soft and warm and tasted of dry pancakes. I prayed mine tasted like syrup. I hadn't showered or slept in over a day. She didn't seem concerned, so I let it drop from my mind and just enjoyed the sweetest lips in the world. It was much better than the waves. I knew at that exact moment that I loved her. The world would tell me it was too soon, insane, or just lust. For once in my life, I truly didn't care what the world thought.

"I assume that was a yes," I said, smiling like a five-year-old at Christmas.

"This is insane! We hardly even know each other." She was holding both sides of my head and looking into my eyes. "This could go so wrong." 

"Letting you leave could only be worse." I pushed her hair back behind her ear. Even though they were still a bit bloodshot, I found her eyes very pretty. "Stay with me." I asked again.

"Yes." She kissed me again, then laid her head on my shoulder. "I really love it out here." We listened to the waves for a few minutes. But two unshowered people on the same lounger in the summer heat was a bit much. Mia stood up with a smile, grabbed my hand, and said, "Come swimming with me." Her energy was returning with her color. I let her pull me out of the chair, and we headed back to the pool.

"I don't think I have a suit for you." I said stupidly. She smirked at my ignorance.

"Then you can't wear one either." I had slowed down a bit. For some reason, I felt my naked body might be a disappointment to her. The sun was still bright in the sky. My fantasies with her had always involved darkness and sheets on a bed. She sensed my hesitation and turned to face me. She grabbed my other hand and gently pulled me while walking backwards herself. She was wearing a mischievous smile. When we reached the pool patio she let go of my hands and slowly dropped the robe to the stones below. I had seen her naked while crying, sweating, and freezing. I had seen her naked in pain I wouldn't wish on an enemy. I had never seen her naked with eyes that matched her heavenly smile. 




The Beach House



"You're stunning." I realized I wasn't looking at her face. I was entranced by her womanly curves and two of the most perfect breasts. Maturity had relaxed them ever so slightly which made them all the more inviting. I could have spent a lifetime exploring them.

"Compliments won't get you out of it." She had moved her hands to her hips and she widened her smile. All I really saw was breasts when I began unbuttoning my shirt. Mia knew where my eyes were. She giggled and made her breasts bounce. I ripped the last button off my shirt, and it went bouncing into the grass. I dropped my shirt onto the patio and began undoing my pants. The stupid zipper got stuck for a moment, which forced me to move my eyes. I didn't realize how aroused I had become until I looked down. Embarrassed, I lowered my pants slowly trying to think about mergers and stock reports. It didn't work—all I could think of were those breasts. My boxers were terribly tented, and I tried to cover myself. 

Mia moved in close and pushed her breasts into my chest as she leaned into me for a passionate kiss. Her right hand traveled down my side and into the elastic of my boxers. She gently wrapped her hand around my hard-on, and I barely held back a groan. "I'm glad I turn you on." She whispered in my ear.

"God, I want to swim with you." I gasped as she gave me a little squeeze. Mia broke out in laughter. It washed over me as I realized what I said and began to join in. I hadn't realized that she was turning me around, steering me by my cock. She pushed. The last thing I saw when I entered the pool was two gorgeous breasts bouncing from the effort. I tried not to laugh underwater as I removed my now soaking shorts. It was difficult with a raging hard-on. I swam to the surface to find her still laughing at the side of the pool. God, she was beautiful. I threw my now-wadded shorts at her and got her right in the leg. She gave me a faux angry look and dove in after me.

I didn't swim away. I let her catch me. I just pulled her lips to mine and kissed her in the sun. I felt young again. The world couldn't be more perfect. We swam and played. I splashed her and let her win the ensuing water war. We cuddled, drifted, and talked of unimportant things. We just simply enjoyed each other. We ended up on the shallow end stairs. I was caressing her thigh when I let my hand slowly drift between her legs. Her hand met mine there, and she lifted it to her lips and kissed it.

"Dale, my body is still kind of messed up. It's going to take a few more days before I'm ready for anything more." Mia sounded like she thought she was disappointing me. I thought I was being rude.

"I'm sorry." I said stroking the side of her face. "I didn't mean to move so fast." I vowed I would let her set the speed from here on. She floated on top of me practically nose to nose. I felt her hand close around my manhood.

"I'm not sorry you tried." She whispered. She began slowly stroking my member, her eyes inches from mine. "I do want to have you inside me." The intensity of her eyes and her words generated electricity in my groin. She smiled when she felt my hips react to her manipulations. She became more deliberate in her strokes. "You won't be able to keep me off you." Her hand was speeding up, and my hips began to jerk uncontrollably. I moaned into her mouth, my eyes never leaving hers. I tenderly grabbed her hips to keep myself in place. She had me and she knew it. "We'll make love over and over my darling." Weirdly, it was the "my darling" that sent me over the edge. A simple term of endearment.

"Oh, God," I moaned as her mouth closed over mine. My hips jerked and I spewed into the water. Her tongue began to fight with mine as I came again. Her breasts dragged across my chest and caused my climax to lengthen. My legs were no longer responding to my direction and forced my hips forward as the last of my orgasm faded into the water. She was still tenderly caressing my cock as our lips became unlocked.

I couldn't believe how wonderful a real sexual experience was. I have paid to make my dick happy in the past, but it never really lived up to the hype. When the woman was participating without any cash incentive, just wanting to make me feel good, it was on a different level all by itself. 

"I really love swimming with you." I said dreamily into her eyes. I loved to hear her laughter. After seeing her in so much pain, it was heaven-sent. I held her as my body recovered and her laughter subsided. I almost told her I loved her right there. I was afraid it would scare her and send her running. No, I could wait. I just gave her a kiss instead. "I need a shower."

"And a shave," she said stroking my shadow. I stood on the steps and offered her my hand. I rose, naked, with a beautiful woman on my arm. Three days ago, I was a confirmed bachelor satisfied with my ignorance. I only really trusted one other person, and it took Monica years to earn that trust. I have entrusted Mia with my heart in two days. It was risky, and I don't hurt well. I would just have to never give her a reason to crush it.

Without asking, I steered Mia to the bathroom and started the shower. She didn't hesitate or question my intentions. It was surreal compared to my past experiences with people. She followed me into the steam with a smile matching mine. I wanted to know all of her. I wanted her to know that I wanted to know all of her.

I soaked Mia's hair and massaged in some shampoo. Her hair seemed so silky as I pulled the shampoo down to the long ends that fell to the small of her back. She loved when I spend time at the base of her neck and behind the ears. It was all very sensual until I got shampoo in her eye. It broke the spell and she laughed, looking at me with one eye squeezed shut. I wiped what I could and steered her to the shower spray. She leaned back into the stream to wash out the shampoo. This move pushed her chest out. It was too beautiful to ignore. I grabbed the bar of soap and began to slowly suds up her breasts. It brought a giggle since she was still preoccupied trying to clear her eye. 

I was mesmerized. I had never had a pair of breasts to play with. They were soft but firm. I ran my fingers across the nipples, and they grew. I felt proud making them stand up like that. I liked lifting them and watching them fall back to natural. They were so smooth. "Are they really that dirty?" I looked past Mia's smile and into her eyes.

"Filthy, absolutely filthy!" I tried to look serious to make up for my moment of obsession. It was hard to hold back a smile. Playing with her boobies was way too much fun. She leaned into me and gave me a little peck but never removed my roving hands. I continued with the rest of her body more clinically. I spent only seconds between her legs trying to not make any sexual overtures. I spent extra time collecting mini moans as I rubbed her back and shoulders with sudsy hands. This was without a doubt the best shower I had ever had.

Mia grabbed the soap and began exploring my body. I enjoyed her tender hands stroking my chest and got quite a tinge when she squeezed my butt. When she arrived at my half mast cock, she looked into my eyes and began slowly stroking it. My dick got a bit angry when I grabbed her hand away and brought it to my lips for a kiss. "I want to wait for you." I wanted it to sound like it was laced with love, but I didn't realize how much soap was on her hand. I kind spit it out.

Mia ignored the how and just heard what I said. Her lips locked on mine and I our tongues did a slow waltz. Even with the slight taste of soap mixing with the kiss, neither of us wanted it to stop. It was only the need to take a proper breath that finally ended it. The kiss brought me to full arousal. I ignored it as I rinsed myself clean. A small case of blue balls was worth what that kiss promised. I shut off the shower and passed out the towels. 

When I handed her my robe, I remembered that Mia still didn't have any clothes. "Should we stop by your place to pick up some of your things?" I was surprised when she hesitated, almost like she wasn't sure how to answer. She made a few aborted attempts to say something, looking at the floor then up to me.

"I'm really not ready to go back there." Her face was sad, but her eyes looked hopefully at me. I knew I was going to accept the statement. I also knew she was hiding something more sinister than memories. It wasn't time for her to tell me. I loved her, so I knew I might let her get away with never telling me. I was still curious. 

"Well, we can dress you funny in my sweats and a T-shirt and go shopping tomorrow." I made it sound like it would be fun. I wanted her to know I wouldn't press on her past.

"Dale, I'm not sure I can afford a shopping trip right now." She started to re-dry her legs to give her an excuse not to look up at me. I never even considered that she would think I intended her to pay for it. I was kind of flabbergasted at the thought. I spoke without thinking.

"Mia, money is the only thing we never have to worry about." It just came out. I could have said it a hundred different ways that would have come out better. I couldn't believe I just let on that my money was her money. I might as well have asked her to marry me. Mia stopped moving. When she lifted up her watery eyes, I got scared.

"There are things you don't know about me." She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the wall behind me. "I'm not a good person and certainly don't deserve any of this." Tears were flowing and my heart was hurting. "I won't ever tell you, because I couldn't stand you hating me." Her head dropped back to the floor, and her hand covered her eyes. I dropped my naked ass to the floor, and my head fell forward in a slump.

"I didn't want to say it that way. It just came out." I was blubbering more, chastising myself. "I don't know how to talk to girls. I've never known how to talk to anyone." I was trying desperately not to start crying myself. "I'm sorry if I like you too much. I just don't know what do or say." I was sure I just screwed everything up. Mia started crying harder. I looked up at her, "I don't care about your secrets; I just don't want you to leave." She looked down to me.

"We are two sorry fucked-up individuals." It came out between her sobs. It sounded so much better than "get the fuck out of here!" but I started sympathetically tearing anyway.

"I want to buy clothes and stuff." It sounded stupid when it came out, but out it came none the less. I was trying not to start sobbing. Mia dropped to the floor with me, still crying, and hugged me close.

"Okay," she half cried into my ear. Thank God I didn't scare her off. We stayed on the floor for what seemed like forever. We just hugged until we could face each other again without tearing up.

"I don't feel like shaving now." I said as a matter of fact.

"I don't care if you do or not." She said as she stood up and pulled me up with her. She led me to the bed and dropped the robe and climbed in. I shut off the lights and tucked my naked body next to hers. We didn't say a word. We just held each other until we fell asleep.

I woke before Mia. I felt much better than I did when I crawled into bed. Mia was still there, and she had slept all night. I carefully pulled my tingling arm from under her neck. She smiled in her sleep, but the even breathing continued. I rose slowly, quietly donned some boxers, and left the room. What I needed was some coffee and space to think. Mia thought her secrets were going to come between us. She could have raped and murdered the pope for all I cared, but it was her thoughts that counted, not mine. The only way past this was to find out what her secrets were and prove to her that I didn't give a shit. It was past eight so I grabbed my phone and headed outside out of earshot.

"Hi this is Dale Tomlinson. I would like to talk with whoever handles my account." The receptionist sounded pleasant enough.

"No, I am sure Monica is fine. I just need to know who handles my account." I guess letting Monica handle everything was a bit extreme.

"Then Bob Farring is who I need to speak with please." This type of conversation used to piss me off. Today I empathized with the receptionist's confusion.

"Hi Bob, this is Dale Tomlinson." Finally I had the right person.

"No, Monica is just fine." I guess Monica was pretty ingrained into my business.

"You guys use investigators, right?" Now we were moving in the right direction.

"Good! I want you to do a discreet background check on someone for me. Her name is Mia Perez, and I believe she lives somewhere in downtown Capersfield. I know she used to be an RN." I waited for Bob to write it all down.

"No, not a whole life history. Just her current address, employment, what she's done for the last few years, etc." Her long past was probably cleaner than mine. I just needed the more current data.

"Bob, no one but you and the investigator will know about this. Bill it any way you want, but keep it private." I wasn't shocked by his next question.

"No, Monica doesn't need to know about this either. Send me a text when you have what I need, and I will call when I can." Bob was still a little surprised to deal with me directly.

"Thanks, Bob! You have a good day too." I wasn't sure why I felt the need to be pleasant. I went back in the house and started to make some coffee. I knew I had to keep this from Mia. I was betraying her trust and digging into what she wanted hidden. Love makes you do some really fucked-up things.

Mia followed the smell of the coffee into the kitchen. She was again wearing my robe. I was beginning to hate that robe. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" I asked as I sipped from my cup. She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head no.

"I don't think I'm ready for java just yet. Maybe tomorrow." She pulled up a stool and sat across the counter from me.

"You slept the whole night. Got to be a good sign." I gave her a small smile. I was still a little nervous that I might have pushed the envelope too far last night.

"I do feel better." She smiled back. "Do we have any cereal?" I almost jumped out of my skin. I didn't think she even knew she used the word "we." I started looking through the cabinets, trying not to look too ecstatic, not wanting a replay of last night.

"Here! I found Raisin Bran and Cinnamon Chex." I felt like I had found gold.

"Oh, Chex please." I went to the fridge, praying that Monica had stocked milk. I found 2%, well under the expiration date. I placed milk and Chex in front of Mia and fished out a bowl and spoon. Why had cereal suddenly become so exciting? Dr. Williams's conversation came back to me, and I grabbed the vitamins from behind me and placed them in front of Mia.

"Doctor's orders." I think I sounded a little motherly. She just smiled and popped the cap and dumped one into her hand. It was the size of a VW. She frowned a bit.

"I'm going to need some water." She rolled it around in her hand. I quickly retrieved a glass and filled it with water. It struck me that the last person I had ever served anything too was my Grandma. Here I was, grabbing items on command for Mia. I kept the revelation to myself as I watched Mia struggle to swallow the horse pill. She made a horrendous face. 

"Do they dip those is shit before they bottle them?" She gagged a couple of times before she took another sip of the water. I laughed at her reaction, which I quickly realized was the wrong thing to do. She pushed the bottle toward me smiling.

"You need your vitamins too, Dale." It was an obvious challenge. I had no intention of wimping out in front of Mia. I grabbed the bottle with bravado and spilled a pill into my hand. I tossed it to the back of my throat where it immediately got stuck. The flavor began to spread from the back of my tongue to the front. "Shit" was a kind description of the flavor. I guess my expression told the story because Mia burst into laughter. I grabbed her glass of water and drank with gusto. Anything to get that rancid flavor out of my mouth.

"That was horrible!" I exclaimed as Mia covered her mouth trying to hide more laughter. I loved her laughter. It brightened the whole room. I had to find a less disgusting way to generate more. "You have some breakfast. I'm going to clean up and shave so we can go shopping." I walked around the counter and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. It felt good to share a bit of affection on a whim.

"Aren't you going to eat?" She seemed a little concerned.

"Naw, never been a breakfast person." I kept going toward the bathroom. It took about 20 minutes to clean up and locate some sweats that might not make Mia look like a complete fool. I had some T-shirts that had shrunk a while ago. I had no idea why I didn't throw them away years ago. Good thing I didn't. They might be the only things that would come close to fitting Mia.

My nose grabbed hold of pleasant scent. I was suddenly hungry, and I smiled my way back to the kitchen. Mia was stirring a pot of SpaghettiOs and heard me walking up behind her. "I have no idea why you and Adrian like this stuff." I could feel her smile through the back of her head. I sat at the counter.

"It's packed with memories. I grew up on the stuff." I waited patiently why Mia filled a bowl and served me.

"Your mom make it for you too?" She leaned on her elbows as I ate the first spoonful. It was as good as ever.

"My grandmother raised me actually." I smiled, remembering coming home from school with the same scent lofting through the air.

"Tell me about her." Mia settled on a stool and waited for me to respond. I did. I told her about the most special woman I had ever known. I had never really talked to anyone about my Grandma. Mia listened intently to my words. I left out some of the reasons why I thought of my Grandma's place as sanctuary. They seemed trivial now. It was so important a week ago, but today, right now, they were just history.

"Is that her on the wall?" Mia was pointing to the small picture hanging above the credenza in the hall.

"Yes, that's her." I felt proud pointing it out to someone. She was such a wonderful woman. Mia walked up to the picture and looked at it more closely. It pleased me that someone else would notice the picture. 

"I love the butterfly broach she's wearing." Mia was touching it with her finger like it was real.

"It was her favorite." I realized I kind of missed that broach. "Whenever she wore it, I knew she was happy. I think my Grandpa gave it to her." I wondered where it was now. "I bet it's in storage somewhere, Monica would know. She is the one who set up the hospice and the funeral and took care of everything." I had forgotten about that. "That's when I first met Monica."

"Your Grandma must have loved you a lot." Mia stated the obvious as she returned to the kitchen.

"And I her." I added as I spooned another bit of heaven in my mouth. "It was hard when I lost her." I didn't know why I added the last part. I never really shared my feelings about her death with anyone.

"I hope our memories never die." Mia was staring off into space.

"They never will as long as SpaghettiOs exist." I smiled and took another spoonful. I could see that Mia liked that thought, stupid as it was. She reached out and caressed my cheek.

"I like the sound of that." She smiled and started toward the bedroom. "I going to get cleaned up." I finished my SpaghettiOs.

Mia returned wearing sweat pants obviously too big for her, cinched tight at the waist. She was wearing a pair of my flip flops, the only footwear that even came close to fitting. The T-shirt would never work. It was quite evident that she wasn't wearing a bra. She went back and returned with two T-shirts on. That was much better. At least her nipples weren't advertising. Mia thought my concern was silly, but she humored me with the additional shirt.




The Beach House



For someone so concerned with what I thought of her, she had no inhibitions with other people. The poor guy at the cash register at the clothing store was left in a terrible state.

"Ma'am, these panties are short a pair." He thought he was being helpful by pointing out the missing merchandise.

"That's because I'm wearing one." She said it with a straight face, never offering any reason as to why. He was a little flustered but kept ringing up the other items. He ran through a couple of bras and then found an unattached bra tag.

"Ma'am, there's no ..." Mia just smiled and winked at him. He rang up the missing bra and continued through other missing items, never asking again. Mia was looking good in a new pair of khaki shorts and a light blue pullover shirt. She had on a nice pair of sneakers that made her look a bit energetic. I liked the new Mia. The clerk rattled off some total, and I handed him my card.

"Horrible suitcase accident." I smiled at him. I think he believed me. Mia was snickering. We moved to the pharmacy down the street. Mia embarrassingly told me she was going to get me a new toothbrush too. Seems she had been secretly using mine. I laughed. It was kind of sexy to me. She thought she was being gross. I had no idea why sticking her tongue in my mouth was okay, but using my toothbrush was gross.

It took us two trips to bring all the booty inside the house. I was pleased when she started to put it all away in the master bedroom. I was afraid she might try and claim her own bedroom. I was relegated to the bottom shelf in the medicine cabinet. I just sat on the bed and watched her continue to mark her territory in the closet and dresser drawers. I remembered that she must had done it before with Carlos. It was just natural for her. I simply loved the idea of her becoming part of my life. 

We ordered in Chinese and spent the evening watching movies. Mia ate a lot of rice, and I scarfed down most of the meat and veggies. I wanted to pop a bottle of wine but thought better of it. Any drug right now would be a bad drug. To me, Mia looked fully recovered, but I knew the effects of heroin would be with her for a long time. 

When the last movie ended, Mia grabbed my hand and took me to the bedroom. I was grateful that she didn't purchase any pajamas. She disrobed to all her glory. We cuddled ourselves to sleep again. She was my ocean.

The morning brought Dr. Wally Williams back. He examined Mia in the bedroom and returned with her about twenty minutes later. "I've got to say Dale, you're a hell of a nurse." He was smiling at me. "Mia is in much better shape than should be expected. Her vitals are back to normal, and she seems to have skipped of few days of ugliness." Mia was obviously pleased with results. "I have to say Mia, you look a lot happier than most of my detox patients at this stage."

"Dale has been taking good care of me." Mia and I shared a smile that was not lost on the doctor.

"Mia was telling me about your beach. Mind taking me for tour?" I saw Mia fold her hands across her chest, and she seemed to lose a bit of confidence. She sensed she wasn't invited. The doctor was already heading toward the sliding glass door, not waiting for my agreement.

"Sure Doc, it's a quick walk." I gave Mia a reassuring look and followed the doctor to the door. He waited until he was sure he was out of earshot of Mia.

"Dale, it looks like you two are living together." He made it sound like it was bad thing. I wasn't really concerned about his moral opinions. I just wanted him to make sure Mia was physically okay.

"And it's done both of us a world of good." I was sporting a relaxed smile. I was committed to my course of action and I wasn't even sure convincing him was worth the time. He paused for a moment considering my response.

"How smitten are you?" He wasn't beating around the bush. I could almost hear the gears moving in his head as he analyzed the situation. I saw no need to hide the obvious since he suspected anyway.

"Fully and completely." I gave him the same confident smile.

"How do you think she feels?" I didn't expect that question. I thought he was going to just lecture me on how foolish I was. I had to think a second.

"She's terrified I will find out about her past." I didn't add that I thought she was falling in love with me albeit a bit slower than I was. He stopped walking and thought deeply.

"This can go badly for her. All though she doesn't look it, she's fragile right now. If for any reason she thinks you are rejecting her, she will return to her old habits." He sounded like he didn't like the whole situation. "You don't even really know Mia. What if you don't like what's in her past?"

"I'm pretty sure I won't like it. I won't let it stop us though." I stopped smiling as the doctor tried to put doubts in my head. "In fact, I think me knowing is absolutely necessary." I had already started on this train of thought. This conversation was just solidifying it. Wally shook his head and smiled.

"This was not what I was expecting at all." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "You are an insane man, Dale. I truly hope this works out for the both of you." We started walking again down towards the beach. "She's not going to want to tell you everything, you know."

"I'm working on finding out myself. I have some people looking into things." I wasn't sure why I was confiding in him, but he seemed to have Mia's health and well being on top of his list. He just chuckled.

"Damn you live dangerously." He was shaking his head again. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere near her when she finds out. You really love her, don't you?"

"With all my heart." I stopped walking. I just admitted it out loud again.

"I did not expect this at all." He looked at me. "You know a lot of people aren't going to understand this." I laughed.

"Wally, I am very practiced at ignoring people. I couldn't care less what anyone thinks about Mia and me. They will just have to get over it." It felt good to think that my past isolation had a purpose. We continued down to the beach.

"This is actually pretty nice. Kind of peaceful." Wally was admiring the view as the waves gently crashed at the breakers. "You're going to have to find out why she tried to kill herself." I didn't like hearing it put that way. I knew it was true, but I wished he would use more tactful language.

"I know, and I will." I wasn't looking forward to that part. I didn't want to think about it right now. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I didn't have any friends, so it could only be one reason. I pulled it out and saw a text from Bob Farring that contained only a phone number. "I have to make a phone call, Wally. Meet you back at the house?" He agreed and headed back up. I tapped the number.

A gruff voice I didn't recognize answered the phone. "This is Dale Tomlinson; I'm looking for Bob Farring." I kind of expected a receptionist or Bob.

"Mr. Tomlinson, I'm Frank Talbot. I was hired by Bob to look into some issues for you. Due to the direction the investigation took, I felt I should talk to you directly." He was speaking rather quickly. "I felt some discretion may be required. Are you related to Ms. Perez?"

"Ah, no, Frank. I am just concerned about her." I was quite sure I wanted him ignorant of my desired relationship.

"I want to warn you that you may not like what you hear. If she means anything to you, you can't un-hear it later." What the hell is he preparing me for? 

"Just give me the report Frank." I braced myself.

"Ms. Perez was an RN about 3 years ago at St. Vincent's. She was the sole survivor of a car accident that killed her family on March 23rd, 3 years ago." Survivor? I thought she said she was at home. I interrupted.

"She was in the car?" I had to know everything. 

"She was driving, Mr. Tomlinson." Good God! She's blaming herself. "The report listed distracted driving as the cause." He paused for a moment, then continued when I didn't interject again. "Ms. Perez stopped showing up for work after the accident and was terminated about four months after the accident. She had refused counseling, and the hospital had to let her go." Another pause, then he continued, "In October of that year her home was repossessed by the bank. I was unable to find where she went next. About six months ago she surfaced at the Causeway Apartments. Suite Number 224. The "suites" are basically one room apartments paid weekly. The Causeway Apartments are in a seedy part of town." Frank paused again. "Do you still want me to continue Mr. Tomlinson?"

"Yes." I wasn't feeling very well anymore. 

"By the time she arrived there, she was addicted to heroin." He paused again, then continued into my silence. "She earned money for her habit through prostitution." He spoke the last sentence quickly and moved on. My hands were shaking. "She is currently two weeks in arrears for the apartment. Her belongings are now in storage on site, and no one knows her current location." I wasn't really prepared for this much. I now knew why she hated herself. I knew why she would never tell me everything. Fuck me! I still loved her. I had to find the out the rest.

"Frank, I really appreciate your discretion." I paused while I collected my thoughts. "I just purchased a small boat to replace one Ms. Perez wrecked. Bob will have the owner information. I need to know what happened four nights ago when the boat was wrecked."

"I can look into it, Mr. Tomlinson, but it's my experience that these things never seem to get better." He was a bit hesitant to continue. I think he sensed that I was more than just concerned.

"Just do it Frank. Double your normal rate and contact me only." The rest of the world will just have to guess.

"It will take me a day or two. I'll get back to you when I have something." He was all business.

"Thank you Frank." I hung up the phone. I wasn't sure anymore about confronting Mia. There was a bit more pain than I was expecting. I wiped my eyes dry, put on a smile, and headed back to the house. 

Mia was laughing with Bob when I entered. I caught a quick imitation of my expression attempting to swallow a vitamin on Mia's face. New clothes, nice house, and normal conversation. She didn't look like she belonged to her past anymore. I wasn't looking forward to disturbing her new image. Wally saw me walking in.

"Thanks for the tour Dale." He was all smiles."I've got to get back to the grind. It takes everything I've got to keep that clinic going." He patted Mia on the shoulder and headed toward the door. "I am so happy you're doing so well." Mia kissed his cheek and sent him on his way. As soon as the door closed her expression turned darker and she turned to me.

"Am I allowed to know what you two were talking about on the beach." She had a determined look on her face, and I could sense a little fear behind it.

"Wally thinks it's a bad idea that I've gotten so close to you." I felt a little honesty would be best. I may keep things from her, but lying wasn't a good option. She sighed.

"He's right, you know. I'm not really a good person to get close to." She looked at me with a sad expression.

"He wasn't worried about me, he was worried about you. He was afraid I might change my mind and cause you to relapse." I saw a shiver run up her spine, and a little fear appear in her eyes. I felt a little more honesty was necessary. I caught her eyes with mine. "I told him I was fully committed to you." Mia dropped her guard and moved quickly into my arms.

"I don't deserve you." She was holding me very tight. I smiled inside knowing it was I who didn't deserve her. I pissed on the world for so long that I should have died a lonely old man. I now saw a shared future. I had to get her to drop her past like she has gotten me to forget mine. I didn't care who she used to be, I only cared who she was now.

"I have to go out and take care of some business this morning. Can I leave you alone for a few hours?" I smiled and gave her a quick kiss. She kissed me back a bit longer.

"I'm not going anywhere." She was getting more comfortable with me. I could feel it in the way she caressed the back of my neck and the look in her eyes. God, I didn't want to see her in tears again. 

I grabbed my keys and drove the SUV downtown. The navigator was off by few blocks so I had to circle around a bit. "Seedy" was a nice way of describing this area. I finally found the Causeway Apartments. It looked more like an old run-down hotel. There was an old guy in a grey beard on the front stoop rocking back and forth. It looked like he had deteriorated with the structure. 

I wasn't confident that my vehicle was safe parked here, but I had no good options. I should have paid Frank to come with me. I parked as close as I could get, hopped out, and locked it twice. I walked up to the old man. "Is there a landlord here?"

"More like the land king." He started laughing at his joke. I could smell his foul breath even though I was a good five feet away. "First door on the left. Can you spare some change?" He held a liver-spotted quivering hand. Screw it, I thought, at least he provided the information first. I reached into my pocket and loosened a ten by touch. I didn't want to pull out a wad of bills on this street. I handed him the ten.

"Watch my car, will you?" I just nodded to him as I walked past.

"Ain't no one gonna touch it Mister. Not with Freddy on the job." He was smiling pretty well. I saw that he was missing about half his teeth. Surprisingly, there was double door entry way to the place. It smelled like stale alcohol, but it must help with the weather. I pushed through the second set and was met with another smell. Unwashed dog was the only thing that was close. I wrinkled my nose and knocked on Suite 101 on the left.

A man slightly bigger than me in a stained wife beater T-shirt answered the door. "What you want?" He sounded like he grew up on the street and was proud of it.

"I am here to bring Mia Perez's account up to date and pick up her things." I wasn't sure I should have put it quite that way. I felt it may have come off a bit snobbish. He just smiled.

"She don't pay with money asshole, and I ain't interested in no blowjob from you." I wasn't prepared for that. The image of Mia on her knees before this piece of shit hit my brain like a ton of bricks. My fist shot forward before I had a chance to consider where I was. I connected with his face before he had a chance to drop his shitty grin. He dropped on his ass like a sack of potatoes, and blood started coming out of his nose. I had never hit anyone in my life before. My hand was in extreme pain. I struggled to ignore it. The landlord's expression promised my impending death. He rose, keeping a careful eye on me.

I pulled my money clip out of my pocket. "My investigator has told me that Mia has stayed here for six months." I started counting out bills and he slowed his rise. "I have no idea what one of these dumps cost." I kept snapping more bills off the clip. He returned to his feet and took a half a step away from me. His nose was dripping blood on the floor. He didn't seem bothered by the fact. "This is five thousand dollars that says she was a model tenant, an angel of virtue, and always current with the rent." I handed him the money. He understood immediately.

"I'm sorry I insulted her, Sir." He took the money from my hand slowly. "I mistaked the name for someone else. Where would you like Ms. Perez's belongings?" Greed is a wonderful motivator.

"The black SUV up front." I handed him another hundred. "Hire some help if you need to. Lose anything that looks like it might be related to drugs or her old profession." He nodded his head.

"Bobby get out here! We gots work to do." He was yelling back into the apartment. A younger carbon copy of the landlord appeared from around the corner.

"Damn, Pops! Who did your face?" He was eyeing me with suspicion.

"I ran into the door. We got to load Ms. Perez's belongings into this gentleman's SUV." He was pointing at me. The son didn't grasp the "gentleman" reference and started to speak.

"You mean that whor..." His father's hand moved much quicker than mine ever could and slapped his son across the face. 

"We don't make disparaging comments about our best tenants." The landlord smiled at me and handed his son the hundred. "Let's get her stuff loaded." Bobby moved off with renewed vigor after pocketing the hundred. I returned outside to Freddy guarding my car. He was leaned up against it like he owned it.

"Thank you Freddy." I smiled at him and received a toothless grin in return. It took the father and son team fifteen minutes to load up the five boxes that made up Mia's life. Bobby must have heard the whole story, because he apologized to me at first sighting. After the SUV was loaded, the landlord came up and indicated they were done.

"I removed some stuff you didn't want to see." He looked down toward me. He had a tissue stuffed his right nostril. "Everything else is there; we ain't no thieves." Honor among slime, I thought to myself.

"Thank you," I said. I entered my vehicle and drove away. As soon as I was out of sight, I took a good look at my throbbing hand. It was beginning to bruise and was a bit stiff. I flexed it and figured there were no broken bones. I remembered the feeling when I saw the landlord fall on his ass. It felt good to defend Mia's honor even though it was unwarranted. I conveniently forgot that I would be in the hospital if the landlord wasn't so greedy. I drove home the victor.

I found the house empty when I returned. I panicked, kicking myself for leaving her alone. I ran to each room and checked the bathrooms. I grabbed my phone and was about to dial Monica when I spotted some black hair at the top of a lounger under the umbrella. I stopped to catch my breath and laughed to myself. That is exactly where I would be if I were her. I donned a set of swim trunks and headed down.

I found her sound asleep with her finger three chapters deep into The Hobbit. "My fantasy woman" was my only thought. I moved the umbrella to extend her shade time and pulled the other lounger close. I quietly lay on my side to watch her sleep. She was wearing one of the new swimsuits we bought yesterday. I wished it could have been the white bikini. This was a full suit that still revealed her curves. I loved those curves. I watched her chest go up and down slowly almost in time with the waves. My beach was so much better with her on it. It took only a few minutes before I nodded off.

I was awakened later by a soft set of lips kissing my hand. I open my eyes and was met by a quick kiss. "Whose face did this to your hand?" She was lightly caressing my now black and blue knuckles. It looked a lot worse than it felt. There was concern in her eyes. I was about to lie about how it happened. It would just be insulting; she knew why my hand was bruised. 

"I don't want to tell you right now." I looked into her eyes and prayed she wouldn't push. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Then I probably don't want to know." She grabbed my good hand and pulled up. "It needs some ice though." She was leading me back to the house. She looked good in her suit. I was hanging back half a step watching her cute butt cheeks go up and down as she made the incline. She caught me out of the corner of her eye. "Stop watching my fat ass," she said, smiling as she spun around, hiding her behind.

"Sexy butt, sexy breasts. I don't care which way you walk." I laughed as she began to blush. The way she filled out the suit, I wasn't sure if I would prefer the bikini. She built an ice pack inside of a wet towel just like Grandma. I sat on a stool. She pulled up next to me and placed the ice pack across my knuckles. She held it there while she stroked my arm with her other hand. I felt a tremor in her hand as she caressed my arm. I looked up and realized she was putting things together. Her eyes were beginning to water.




The Beach House



"I'm not going to like what you did, am I?" She was holding back tears. I could see pain forming in her face. I thought she was going to let it drop. She fooled me with her smiles during the climb back to the house.

"I'm really hoping you don't hate me for it." I was getting scared. Why did I have to hit that asshole?

"Are you going to tell me if I ask?" She was looking down at the floor. Her voice was becoming halting as she sensed the direction things were going.

"Yes. It will hurt us, though." Maybe she will let it slide for awhile longer. I really thought it would come out better later. She was shaking a bit.

"Where were you?" Today was not going to be a good day. I just prayed that we would survive it.

"Your stuff from you old apartment is in my car." I couldn't say it directly. I figured if I spoke in generalities it would sound milder. I was wrong. She let go of me and covered her eyes. I could see her cheeks reddening as the tears began to flow. I reach out to her and she slapped my hand away. She didn't leave, which surprised me.

"How much do you know?" She wanted everything right now. I wasn't sure my heart could take her pain. I hesitated and pulled away from her a bit. "How much?" she repeated. I wasn't going to lie.

"Just about everything." I said it slowly with as much compassion as I could muster. I knew it wasn't going to be enough. She dropped her hands from her face and stood up away from me. I looked into the most pained face in the world. Tears were pouring out of her eyes.

"I never wanted you to know me like that." She was screaming at me. "That stupid boat was supposed to blow up." She was pointing to the beach as she got louder. "Why didn't the fucking thing just blow up?" She yelled as she started to back away. I reached out toward and she slapped my hand away again. "Don't you fucking touch me!" It sounded evil and hurt my ears. "You're just looking for you own private live-in whore, aren't you?" I tried to answer, but she interrupted. "You couldn't buy this whore for all your money." She ran towards the back of the house. "All you fucking assholes are the same." I heard the bedroom door slam. I had lost her. 

It took everything I had not to run and hide on the beach. I knew that if I let her leave the house, she would be dead within a week. I called Dr. Williams and told him everything.

"Don't let her leave. Tie her up if you have to. I should be there in thirty minutes." He never said I told you so. I had to respect him for that. Luckily, Mia never left the bedroom.

"Where is she?" Bob didn't even say hello.

"In the bedroom. I think she locked herself in." He started running.

"Anything sharp in there?" He was clinical. I was horribly panicked. We reached the door and it was locked. Bob knocked on the door loudly. "Mia, it's Dr. Williams." There was no answer. He didn't knock again. Wally took a few steps back and shouldered the door with all he had. I heard the frame split as the door flew open. Mia was on the bed in a fetal position. He grabbed her hands quickly and checked the wrists and felt her pulse. "Did you take anything Mia?" He was speaking forcible. 

"The only things in this God-damned house are vitamins!" She yelled back at him. He stood up and walked back to me.

"She's fine. Go outside and stay away for a while." He gave me a compassionate smile and pushed me on my way. I went down to the beach. I couldn't believe I had screwed everything up. I would never find anyone like her again.

The umbrella was only half shading the lounger. It needed to be moved again. I really hated that umbrella. I yanked it out of the sand and throw it toward the rock wall. It wasn't enough. I leaned the shaft against one of the rocks and jumped on it. The wood snapped in half. I pulled the metal spines backward over the top and ripped the fabric. I found I was able to break each half of the shaft into smaller pieces. I tore the fabric completely off the spines and threw it into the water. I bent the metal spines into crooked ball and tossed in after the cloth. I still didn't feel better.

I moved to the edge of the ocean and lay down half in, half out of the water. I let the late afternoon sun attack my skin as I waited for the tide to come in and wash me out to sea. It was an hour before I realized the tide was going out. I prayed for a school of jellyfish instead. It hit me then. My life before Mia. To never see her in my house again. To be alone again. I curled into a ball and wished for death. Not even the waves could sooth me anymore.

I felt and heard someone sit down next to me. I was afraid to roll over and look.

"I killed my family. I am a heroin addict. I am a prostitute. I tried to kill myself on your beach, and I screwed that up to." She was speaking quietly, saner, although what she was saying sounded insane. "In the movies, the boat always blows up when it hits the rocks." I rolled over and I knew there were tears in my eyes.

"You're going to leave me, aren't you?" I tried to sound like I was in control of myself. I am sure I failed.

"You killed the umbrella." Why wasn't she answering?

"I hated it. Are you leaving?" I asked again. I hadn't received the "yes" I was expecting.

"Doc says you love me. How can you love what I am?" She hasn't made her decision yet. At least there was still hope. 

"You're asking me to care about who you were. I only care about who you are." I sat up in the sand. "I have no idea why I love you. I just do. The moment you curled into my chair on the beach, I was yours." I threw a handful of sand into the water. "I liked that you were alone too. It's sad, but I was attracted to that."

"How did you hurt your hand?" She kept moving the subject around. She was trying to think.

"Your landlord said something rude and I swung without thinking." I didn't think she needed to know the whole conversation.

"What did he say?" She wasn't going to let me hide anything.

"He told me that you didn't pay with money and he didn't want a blowjob from me." It felt really bad telling her the truth. It sounded worse than when he said it. She looked away from me for a second. I think she was trying not to cry.

"Why didn't he kill you?" She was under no illusion that I would win in a fair fight. 

"His greed overtook his pride. He now has a completely different opinion of you." I knew what the next question was and I didn't make her ask. "Five grand."

"I won't let you go broke trying to fix my past." She really had no concept of my net worth. "You don't have enough money to buy off everyone I ever screwed." Yes I did, but I kept it to myself.

"I just wanted you to have your stuff back. You must have pictures of Adrian which are worth more than a lousy five thousand." I hoped I didn't just buy back garbage. She wiped a tear that leaked out of her eye.

"Thank you. There are some things I didn't want to lose." I was glad it wasn't a total wasted trip. We sat in silence for a while. There was one more thing I needed to know and I preferred for her to tell me.

"Why did you steal the boat?" I looked at her, and she didn't even flinch. She looked out into the ocean where the fading sun meet the waves.

"Are you sure you want to know?" She didn't really want to tell me anymore than I wanted to discuss the landlord.

"Someone is looking into it for me, but I would prefer if you told me." She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

"It was a harbor boat. I was hired to take care of a guy on his yacht anchored in the harbor. I fucked him, and then we went to the deck for a break. I was naked and pretty stoned. There were six of his friends waiting for me when we got up there. He told me I had to take care of all of them, and I refused." She sighed. "He got a hold of my purse and clothes and told me I wasn't getting them back until they were all satisfied. When I refused again, he threw them overboard and told me they would just take what they wanted. Luckily, they were more drunk than I was stoned. I was able to get on his harbor boat and break away. That was my lowest point, Dale. When I knew I didn't want to go on anymore." 

"Now I know everything. I don't want you to leave me." I was afraid she hated herself so much that happiness was hell for her.

"I don't have anywhere else to go." It was a cop out. My frustration was rising, and I knew it wouldn't help the situation.

"If you want to leave, I will give you whatever money you need to start over. Do you love me or not?" I couldn't believe I had just drawn a line in the sand. I was angry, frustrated, and scared of how she would answer. She turned back to me with wet eyes and nodded.

"Yes, I love you. I just don't know how you could love me." I smiled as a warmth filled my soul. I hadn't lost her. I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her lips to mine. She responded slowly then added passion to match mine. I rolled her onto her back and held her face in my hands.

"For now, just accept that I do love you." I smiled and kissed her face all over. "No more secrets, no more lies. You are mine, and I am yours." I was back at her lips as she folded her hands gently around the back of my head and engaged my tongue. She ran her thigh up along mine and quickly separated her lips from mine. 

"You're covered in sand." There was desire in her eyes. "How about the pool?" She was breathing hard. I had no idea how she moved from "don't touch me" to "how about the pool." All I knew is that I wanted her badly. My arousal was evident as I pulled her to her feet. We almost ran to the pool, trying not to let the mood weaken. I dropped my suit and dove in. I turned and watched the most adorable striptease. She had to peel herself out of her suit which required a few sexy shimmies and made her all the more desirable. I gave a wolf whistle as she finally pulled it down her legs. I received a sexy runway pose before she dove in after me.

Our lips met again in the shallows. Her breasts pressed into my chest as I ran my hands over her body not knowing where to touch first and not wanting to miss a part. My inexperience was evident as I explored. Mia tenderly grabbed my hand and moved it between her legs. "This is yours." She whispered in my ear. "I don't want any other man but you to touch it ever again." It felt like my dick was trying to grow larger. As I let my hand explore between her legs. The folds were sensual, soft and slick. I ran a finger along the slit carefully feeling for the entrance. She opened for me and I slipped my finger into the warmest and most inviting embrace.

"You feel so beautiful." I was mesmerized with her pussy. I had never taken the time to enjoy a woman so completely. Mia moaned as I explored her with my finger. I liked being the cause of the moan. I felt her hand around my hard-on, and my hips jerked a bit.

"I want you in me," she said, looking into my eyes. I felt a twinge in my groin at that and knew I wouldn't last long. I didn't want to disappoint her, but she was just too damn hot. I removed my hand and fumbled my dick into position. I was a bit over excited and had trouble finding my way in. Mia smiled, and I felt her grab my cock and guide it toward Heaven. Her feet left the bottom of the pool, and she encircled my hips with her legs. The most wonderful sensation enveloped my shaft. She slowly took all of me while watching my eyes. I was trying desperately not to explode. I never wanted it to end. She looked so gorgeous hanging on my shoulders. Her hips moved to meet mine.

"Do you love me, Dale?" She knew the answer to that. She just wanted to hear it again.

"I love you, Mia." I felt her hips grind into my groin. Her head tilted backward, and her smile warmed deliciously. My experience was irrelevant. My words were her aphrodisiac. "I want you more than anything." Her hips were grinding involuntarily. I was trying desperately to hold back just a moment longer. "You are in my soul. I will love you forever." Mia's whole body began to shake, and her muscles tensed. I saw the veins in her neck enlarge as her hips ground harder and more sporadically. A sexy growl came from her lips which sent me over the top. I emptied into her again and again. I thought I would never stop as pleasure coursed through my body into the love of my life. 

Mia pulled forward as her spasms subsided. My legs collapsed, and we fell backward underwater, her lips locked on mine. I thought she was going to smother me to death, she was squeezing so hard. She separated from me, and we rose back into the air. It was the single best experience of my life. "I really love swimming with you!" I couldn't even attempt to shrink my grin. Everything about her was so exciting. Mia laughed and wrapped her arms around and through me.

"You were beyond perfect!" She kissed me on the lips. "I am yours, you know." She kissed me on my nose and moved to my forehead then my cheeks. I held her close and whispered in her ear.

"No more doubts?" I didn't want to ruin the mood, but I had to know.

"None at all." I felt her smile against my cheek. My plan had one more step. It was an insane step, but my life had always been a bit insane.

"Marry me." I said it clearly. I didn't whisper. I wanted her to know I meant it. She pulled her head back and looked me in eyes.

"You're serious." It was a statement that didn't require a response. I gave her one anyway.

"Absolutely serious." I didn't let my eyes drift away from hers. Without blinking, the word formed on her lips.

"Yes." Her expression didn't change. I felt she was waiting for me to withdraw the offer. I just smiled and gave her a tender kiss which she returned.

"Mia, my wife... I really like the sound of that," I said when our lips parted. I think it hit her right then. I wasn't pulling her chain. I had no fear of her past and no fear of our future. She melted into me and screamed into the air. She released all her fears with mine, and we emotionally entwined our futures.

The sliding glass door slammed open and Dr. Williams came running out. He had heard Mia's scream and thought the worst. He slowed when he saw a naked entwined couple in the pool with smile-laden faces. "Whoa! not quite what I expected." He said trying to cover his eyes. I could see a grin hidden behind his hand. Mia started laughing. What a wonderful laugh.

"You want to be really blown away?" Mia said with sparkling eyes.

"Nothing you two do will shock me anymore." He sat on a pool chair which allowed the side of the pool to provide the necessary modesty.

"Mia has agreed to be my wife." I watched his expression go through three or four emotions and then settle on happy.

"That is many levels of insane, but with you two, it just seems to fit." He was smiling at both of us. He started laughing to himself. "Monica is going to shit when she hears this." He started slapping his knee. "She was so pissed at you for screwing up her anniversary. She made me promise to make you do the heavy lifting, and she gave the clinic a lot of your money to make sure it happened." He was having a hard time trying to control the laughter. "She said you wouldn't last a day." He was hysterical at this point. "She's been waiting for your apology. Called me twice wondering why you weren't begging for forgiveness." He pointed at me. "What I wouldn't give to see her face when she hears about this."

"Honey, we really should do something nice for her and her husband. After all, you did screw up their anniversary." Mia pulled me close smiling. I was fine with her being my social compass. 

"We certainly owe her something for putting us together." I squeezed Mia. "We'll put our heads together and dream up something special." I looked back at the doctor.

"Well, my work is done here. It's been an absolute privilege working with you two." He smiled as he stood up. We had drifted to the edge of the pool so he didn't have to hide behind his hand. "I am truly happy for both of you. I just never saw it coming." He held out the palm of his hand. "I'll show myself out." He was still chuckling as he walked back through the house. Mia shouted thanks as he disappeared inside.

"Well Mrs. Tomlinson, or Perez if you prefer, would you like some dinner?" I was steering her toward the stairs.

"Mrs. Tomlinson is indeed hungry." She smiled at me as she followed.

We had a wonderful dinner of frozen crap. Mia and I decided that grocery shopping was first on the list for tomorrow. As we were cleaning up the plates, my phone buzzed. It was Frank.

"Frank, I am going to put you on speaker." I wasn't going to hide anything for Mia anymore. I placed the phone on the table. "Mia Perez is here with me."

"I'm not sure I understand Mr. Tomlinson." Frank was a bit confused. He didn't expect to be talking with anyone but me.

"Mia, Frank is the one who I had looking into your past. I suspect he has information about the boat incident to report."

"Hi Frank." Mia smiled at me. I think she was happy that I didn't take the call privately.

"Hello, Ms. Perez." Frank stuttered a bit.

"Frank, I hired you to clear up some issues between Mia and myself so I could talk her into marrying me." I heard a cough on the other side of the line. "She has already told me what happened on the boat and has agreed to be my wife."

"Ahh, congratulations!?" It sounded more like a question.

"I think we may have caught you off guard Frank. I told Dale everything. I am sure the gentleman on the boat may spin it a bit differently but, the gist will be the same." Mia scooted next to me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Sorry, I am not used to working for couples with so much trust. Kind of comes with the job." He was getting on his feet again. "The yacht is owned by a Walter Patterson. It was his son Thomas Patterson who hired you, Ms. Perez, for his evening's entertainment." He paused to make sure that I was fully aware of the events. "It seems that Mr. Patterson has a habit of renegotiating his agreements with his entertainers once he has them on his father's boat. You are not the first one he has done this to." He coughed a bit. "I apologize, Ms. Perez, but he calls them his 'water bang parties.' He has some like-minded friends who frequent the events." 

"What a bastard!" Mia had grim look on her face. "I thought it was a spur of the moment thing. You say he planned to share me with his friends?"

"Yes ma'am. A rather distraught young man, Kyle Gladstone, filled me in. He was on board and had no idea that you had not previously agreed. Mr. Patterson controls his job prospects. He spent a good twenty minutes telling me how ashamed he was for not telling the police."

"Tall blonde kid, funny glasses?" Mia asked.

"That describes him pretty well." Frank added. Mia looked at me.

"He got in the way of the other guys when I made for the harbor boat. I think he got in over his head," Mia injected.

"That was my feeling also. Both Mr. Patterson and Mr. Gladstone work for a small chemical outfit called Gem Works." Frank sighed, "I don't think you should have bought him a new boat, Mr. Tomlinson. They would have dropped the charges just to keep the incident quiet and avoid jail time themselves."

"How much did I pay for the boat?" I was beginning to devise a bit of payback. I heard paper shuffling on the other end.

"$33,781 according to the invoice Bob sent me." I wrote down the number and a few other notes.

"Thanks, Frank. Your service has been very valuable to me." I was getting use to thanking people.

"Thanks, Frank. I appreciate your careful choice of words." Mia smiled at the phone.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Ms Perez. Congratulations on your engagement." He disconnected. I really liked Frank. He was a no bullshit guy who seemed to care for his clients. I was hoping I could use him again in the future.

"I suddenly don't like Mr. Thomas Patterson." I said with a mischievous smile. "What do you say we try to put an end to his water bang parties."




The Beach House



"Oh, could we?" Mia was getting excited. Almost a bit bouncy which was more attractive than she knew. 

We hit the internet and spent some time on Gem Works. There wasn't a lot of information on the small company, but we found enough. A local business journal article talked about them trying to expand into a specialized phosphorus product. They were having trouble getting the necessary funding due to their lack of historical profits. Chemicals were just not on the love list for venture capital firms these days. Their President and CEO was Brian Fitzgerald. I knew exactly what to do first thing in the morning.

Mia wasn't that crazy about the plan. She was concerned about the money I was spending. Wives are always trying reign in their husbands' spending. I kissed her and chuckled at her concern. I got a couple of hands on the hips and a cross look. "What's so funny about saving money?" I could have told her, but I wanted to cherish the look on her face. I fired up my laptop and logged into the brokerage account. I went to the aggregate page and spun it around so she could look.

"Our main account, Mrs. Tomlinson." I was smiling as her eyes found the total. Her mouth fell open, and I watched her eyes go back and forth over the total. I noticed she had stopped breathing. "You have to breathe sweetie." I chuckled as she reread the number for the tenth time.

"You are rich-rich!" She looked up at me with wide eyes. She was still processing how much was there.

"We are rich." I corrected.

"I can't even fathom what to do with that kind of money." She was still in shock. 

"Putting an end to water bang parties might be a good start." She smiled and scooted next me on the couch.

"Did I ever tell you how sexy I find rich men." She was stroking my inner thigh. I felt my blood begin to move. I pushed an errant hair back behind her ear.

"I have always kind of had a thing for rich women." She smiled into my eyes and leaned in for a kiss. I felt her hand move higher as my arousal increased. I reached out and stilled her hand.

"I want you to teach me how to love you." It came out kind of wrong. I knew what I meant, but I was sure Mia was confused. 

"I think you did pretty damn well in the pool a few hours ago." She smiled at me, thinking I might need an ego boost. I gave her a quick kiss.

"I want you to teach me about you. I want you to show me where I should kiss, where I should touch, and where I should lick." I was turning a bit red at the last part. "I want to know how to please you."

"Was that your first time?" I knew she meant in the pool.

"Sort of. I paid for it a couple of times, but it never felt like it did in the pool." I looked up into her eyes. I felt kind of exposed, but I really wanted to know how her body worked.

"Well, as your first and last girlfriend, I feel it is my duty to let you pleasure me." She caressed my cheek with a smile. She got up and hurried me along to the bedroom. "God, this is going to be fun!" Her enthusiasm was making me horny.

Mia stripped as soon as we arrived at the bed. "Different things turn on different women. Lucky for you, you only have to learn about one woman." She began undressing me. "I love being touched everywhere. Don't waste your time staying in one place. My nerve endings kind of get bored if you stay anywhere too long." She undid my belt buckle why I was making mental notes. "If you want to get me going, start with my joints." She smiled up at me as she lowering my shorts. "My neck, the inside of my elbow, behind the knees and, for some reason, my ankles." My dick bounced up as my shorts dropped. "Just light kisses, butterfly kisses and little licks. Nothing too sloppy though." She hopped on the bed and spread herself out. She was grinning ear to ear. I gave her a curious look.

"What about your breasts?" I really liked the idea of playing with those. Mia chuckled.

"Those are all for you and feeding babies. Don't get me wrong; it feels nice when you play with them. Mine just aren't super sensitive." I was slightly disappointed. "Don't worry, I'll show you other things titties are good for later." Her smile held promise that eased my concern. I climb into the bed next to her. She giggled and rolled me on top of her. "When it's your turn, I own you. Right now it's my turn so you own me. I am your prized possession, and I have no choice but to submit to your control." God, I liked the sound of that. Her body was my plaything and I was getting really excited. 

I covered her body with mine and allowed an elbow and my knees to take the weight. My lips found the base of her neck, and I began lightly kissing and teasing it with my tongue. I felt involuntary shivers run through her body as my free hand lightly caressed her side. I kissed up to her ear and remembered the pool. "I love that you're mine." I whispered softly to her as my lips began to descend again.

"Yes, and words like that." She said as my hand lightly caressed her side and my lips followed the contours of her shoulder. She was cooing as I kissed down her arm and tickled the crook of her elbow with my tongue. I slowly moved back up to the other side of her neck.

"You taste delicious," I whispered, and another shiver ran through her body. I ran down her other arm and lightly tortured the inside of her elbow to a few quiet moans. I could feel the muscles in her body contracting in response to the tickling sensation.

I shifted my weight to my knees and moved my lips to her breasts. She told me they weren't a big turn-on, but they were too wonderful to ignore. I gave the left nipple a little lick and gently blew on it. A forest of goose bumps appeared. I smiled and repeated the process on the right nipple. I got a giggle out of Mia and a whispered "Men!" said with humorous contempt.

I kissed a wet trail down her chest across her tummy. With both hands now free, my fingers were exploring her sides and running down her thighs. As my kisses reached her thighs, a wonderful musky aroma inflamed my nose. I carefully lifted her leg as I slowly moved to her knee, my eyes never leaving the adorable womanhood between her legs. The lips were shaded both lighter and darker than the surrounding skin. When I lifted her leg higher to access behind her knee the slit glistened. It looked as wonderful as it had felt in the pool. I caressed her thigh with both hands and kissed the crook of her knee. I pushed Mia's knee back toward her as I massaged her calf. Her pussy opened slightly to reveal its wetness. It looked so warm, it had me entranced. 

I reached her ankle and made love to it with my tongue as I massaged the bottom of her foot. I started hearing a constant low moan from Mia. I knew I was doing well. I raised the other foot to my lips and reversed the process I had used on her left leg. I was slowly descending back toward her intoxicating scent. As I approached, more of her muscles were responding involuntarily.

I pushed both of her thighs back toward her. I was desperate to see her. My face was only inches away from that precious opening as I ran my fingers along it. I opened her flower slightly and examined the multiple folds and the wetness that was flooding the sides. Mia moaned louder as I lightly touched her clit which had emerged from its hiding place. I was mesmerized by the beauty of it all. I loved her for letting me explore. Mia misinterpreted my exploration as hesitation. She spoke softly to me.

"Not every guy likes to..." I never let her finish. I dragged my tongue from the bottom of her slit deep inside tasting a woman for the first time. "Oh God!" she groaned. Both her hands wrapped around my head, and I felt her hips begin to move. She tasted like a soft honey, sweet but more delicate. My hands were holding her thighs wide as I went deeper and dragged out along her little nub. Mia tilted her hips into my face and was holding my head like I might want to leave. I began tickling her clit with the tip of my tongue, and I saw her back arch and her neck tense. Her whole body was shaking as she forced my mouth to drag along her clit. I lost my grip on her thighs as she straightened her legs to force her hips off the bed. She stayed that way for half a minute before her hips fell back, and a loud sexy groan escaped her lips.

I smiled at what I had done and lightly caressed her gorgeous pussy with two of my fingers. It was practically pulsing behind my hand. I was able to generate little involuntary jerks as I lightly moved them across her little nub. I have no idea why I was having so much fun watching her squirm under my fingers.

Mia sat up and then coaxed me back on top of her. "That was simply incredible." She sighed as she pulled me into her bosom. "I didn't think you were going to go that far." I gave her a loving smile.

"I'd never seen one up close in real life. I just had to know everything about it." I caressed her breast as I explained my actions. "It was really quite amazing. Everything about you is amazing." I looked up to kiss her and I saw a tear in her eye. "Mia?"

"I love you so much." She squeezed me tight and more tears appeared. "I get kind of emotional after I cum like that." Her voice was a bit halting, and her expression was all screwed up with tears and a smile. I scooted up a bit more, gave her a kiss, and wiped the tears from her eyes. I was relieved that they were happy tears. She ran her hand down my side and felt my arousal.

"It feels like you are ready to explode." Watching her throes of ecstasy made me hard. Knowing that I caused it had made me really hard. Mia sat up and pushed me flat on the bed. She moved between my legs and gave me an evil smile. "You like these don't you." She was holding her breasts and added a little wiggle for emphasis.

"I kind of love them." I was smiling, not really knowing where this was going.

"They're kind of soft and firm at the same time." She was examining them, tilting them back and forth. "They feel so warm right now." She looked back into my eyes. "I wonder what it would feel like if I wrapped them around your cock." My hips jerked a bit as I realized where this was going. I had no idea what it was going to feel like, but God, I wanted to know! "First we have to make sure it will slide really well." Without warning Mia dropped her lips over my manhood and took me half way into her mouth. Both of my hands squeezed a fist full of sheet as I strained not to cum under the surprise attack. I felt her tongue coat the underside of my shaft. I locked my legs, trying my best to hold off and wait for the breasts. She slowly raised off my tool, swirling her tongue around the crown. She drooled down the shaft, and her lips left the tip.

"Oh, I think it will slide real well now." She looked me in the eye and lowered her breasts over my groin. I could have cum right there. I felt a tinge of release, and I knew if I let it go, it was all over. Just the thought of what was about to happen was becoming too much. She smiled at me. "I think you're going to like this." Mia squeezed her breast together and enveloped my rod in feminine warmth. I was in heaven. The sensation was so visually stimulating I wasn't sure I could take any movement at all. 

Mia began to massage my cock with her breasts. On every down-stroke, the head would poke up under her chin, and I would grunt. I gripped the sheets harder, and my neck was straining. I was trying desperately not to move my hips. I wanted it to last longer. Mia ended it. In a soft sultry voice I could barely hear, she said, "Cum for me." My hips started jerking, and I watch my cock explode cum under her chin. The head disappeared between her tits, and I felt myself fill her cleavage. My whole body felt like it was part of the climax. Every cell was happy at that exact moment. When the crown reappeared, it was a glistening mess, and I pulsed another, smaller shot under her neck.

My spasms slowly wound down, and Mia unwrapped my manhood. Her neck and cleavage were covered in jism. My cock was a happy drippy mess. Mia started laughing as she looked down at her chest. God, I loved that laugh. "Someone really likes my titties." she said as she wiggled them at me. I pulled her down to me. I didn't care how messy she was, I needed to give my future wife a kiss.

"You are by far the best thing to ever happen to me." I slid her lips up to mine for a short peck. "How about a shower? We have a lot of work tomorrow." I was playing with her hair as I talked. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked at the walls.

"Can I redecorate? Monica's color pallet is a bit boring." She smiled at me. I liked the idea of her taking ownership of the place.

"Mrs. Tomlinson, it's your house, and you can have it any way you want." I reached down and squeezed her butt for emphasis. "We can call painters tomorrow."

"I just thought we could go to the hardware store and paint it ourselves." She was looking thoughtful. "Kind of makes it more ours when we do it ourselves." A wonderful vision suddenly appeared in my head.

"If we were naked, we wouldn't ruin have to ruin any clothes." I was imagining her climbing ladders as I tried to hold back a smile.

"Well aren't you the kinky one." She poked me in the ribs. "But no sex until the room is done." She didn't hold back her smile. She seemed to like the idea. I was hoping it didn't take too long to paint a room. "Let's take that shower stud. You're as sloppy as I am now."

I awoke to the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen. Mia was already up and going. I grabbed my robe and headed to the kitchen. Mia was wearing a new white robe that was just sheer enough that you knew she was naked but not fully see-through. I couldn't believe that I would be waking up to that vision from now on. Life was good.

"Good morning ,sleepy head!" She was extra cheerful. I thought she might be a morning person, God help me. She poured me a cup of joe and set it on the counter. "I hope I didn't wake you. You looked pretty comfy in bed."

"Nope. That robe looks really good on you." I grabbed my cup and smiled. Mia twirled around.

"Why thank you Mr. Tomlinson." She smiled back and grabbed her own cup of coffee. 

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was after eight. I sat down and yanked my phone free of its charger. "No time like the present." I said. Mia sat down next to me. I dialed up Bob Farring.

"Good morning Bob, it's Dale Tomlinson. I got you on speaker with Mia Perez." Mia smiled at me. She liked that I wasn't excluding her.

"Is Monica not well, Mr. Tomlinson?" He was once again confused as to why I was talking with him directly. Mia covered her mouth, trying to hold back a chuckle.

"No, I am sure Monica is just fine. This doesn't concern her." I paused a moment to let that sink in. "I am considering an investment in a small chemical company called Gem Works. I was hoping I could get you to run point to see if they have any interest in new capital." I knew they would beg, borrow or steal if they could. 

"Of course. What kind of timeline are you looking at." I wish I was there to see his face.

"Today." I think I heard a cup hit the floor.

"That is not a lot of time for our due diligence Mr. Tomlinson." I could hear the panic in his voice. He didn't want to be a party to some failed venture of mine.

"Bob, I'll be honest with you. I'm really not interested in the viability of the company although, on the surface, it does have strong possibilities. I want to purchase leverage over an employee of the firm." I let that sink in. "He treated someone I love very badly, and I want to make sure he never does it again."

"I don't know if I can be involved in some blackmail scheme." I have honest lawyers. Who knew?

"It's my fiancé, Bob. It's pretty personal." I heard other things fall to the floor. Mia choked back another laugh.

"Mr. Tomlinson, this is kind of a surprise. A person of your stature should have contracts drawn up before considering a commitment like marriage." I would never insult Mia with a pre-nup. I would rather she just kill me off if that was her will.

"Sorry Bob, I'm winging it on love alone." Mia blew me a kiss. "Bob, meet my fiancé Mia Perez." I heard more stuff falling to the floor.

"I'm sorry Ms. Perez. I didn't want to insinuate you had any bad intentions." He fumbled his way through the whole sentence. It was becoming a bad morning for him.

"I wouldn't expect you to advise him any other way Bob." Mia chimed in perfectly. "I for one appreciate your loyalty." She paused for a moment. "This employee Dale was speaking about has a habit of tricking women on to his boat and forcing them to engage in sexual activity with numerous partners. I barely got away myself."

"Ms. Perez, this sounds like a police matter. Possibly a lawsuit if he has any assets." He was a good man and wasn't interested in a roundabout route. I looked at Mia and shrugged my shoulders, informing her I didn't care how much she told him. She sighed.

"Can I tell you something in confidence Bob?" She was looking intently at the phone.

"Yes. As your lawyer, you are entitled to my confidence." I really wished I was in his office.

"A week ago, I was a prostitute addicted to heroin." She didn't even flinch. Our love was solid as a rock. There was silence on the other end. Not even breathing. "Bob?" Mia asked.

"Um... ah... I can see why involving the courts could be a bit problematic." He started to recover. "May I ask what your intention is with respect to this employee?" He was trying to gage how deep he would have to go. 

"I intend to hold his job over his head. He either stops these parties, or his family finds out why I fired him." I took a breath. "He tricked me into purchasing the boat that Mia escaped in under the threat of grand theft. I will expect him donate an equivalent sum to a charity of our choice." 

"Legally, you can fire him for his illegal acts on or off the job. The forced donation is pushing into a darker realm of the law." He paused, obviously thinking. "You say he has done this before?"

"He calls them 'water bang parties.' Frank Talbot researched it for us." I thought adding Frank might ease his mind a bit.

"Well I never knew Frank to be incorrect. Is it possible for you to refer to the donation as a suggested repentance or some other similar phrasing?" Wow!, He's good. Trying to stay just this side of the law.

"Now I know why Monica trusts you so much Bob. We will take your advice and make it a suggestion." Mia was smiling. I think she liked Bob also. "Will you be able to run point?"

"I would be happy to." He was satisfied we weren't going to break the law.

"I don't want any control, just a straight percentage interest in the company. I will speak to the CEO personally about the other issue. There is no need for you to get involved directly in the aspect. Just get me a phone call with him." I was afraid Gem Works wouldn't take me seriously if I cold-called them. 

"I will call you back in an hour or two, Mr. Tomlinson." He hung up and went to work. I took another sip of my coffee and looked at Mia.

"Having a lot of money is kind of exciting." She smiled and sipped her own cup.

An hour and a half later Bob called back. "Brian Fitzgerald is waiting for you call, Mr. Tomlinson. He is looking for a five million dollar investment and he has agreed to a 30% ownership, which after a cursory look at the books seems to be proper." He paused. "You will be the second largest holder. Mr. Fitzgerald will hold 42% after the sale."

"Bob, you are the miracle worker we were looking for. I am going to close the deal, then you can finalize the paperwork." I was very pleased with the results. 

"Monica called this morning. She has gotten wind of you dealing directly with us. I suspect she is friends with the receptionist." Bob seemed a bit strained by the change in protocol. "I haven't called her back yet. Is she aware of what is happening?" Mia started giggling. I had to look away so I didn't catch it.




The Beach House



It was the start of summer vacation, I'm eighteen and have just graduated high school. In August I will be starting college at the University of Miami and studying medicine, like my dad. Dad is a doctor specializing in cardiology, so there is a decent amount of money in the family. Nearly every year since I can remember mom, dad, my sister Alanna and I would always take a family summer holiday together. This year we are doing something different and are renting a beach house. We live in the heart of Miami and we are driving two hours west to Marco Island where we will be staying for four weeks. 

"Hurry up Luke, we want to be there before lunch," mom yelled out to me as I was throwing the last of my things into my suitcase. 

The car was absolutely packed, we had stacked most of our luggage onto the roof. I was really looking forward to this holiday. Mom and dad were obviously sad that I was going away to college soon, so I think that's why they chose the idea of staying in a beach house for four weeks, just the four of us, so we could have as much time together as possible before I go. I would say our family is very close and I have always gotten on well with my sister Alanna, who is thirteen. 

I had a good high school experience, I got excellent grades and had a close group of friends. I dated a girl named Lexi for two years throughout high school but we decided to end things as she was going far away to college. I lost my virginity to her when I was seventeen. Lexi was very hot and was such a nice girl too, but I never really felt like I was in love with her. 

I would say I am a good looking guy. I am about 6' 3", with short dark brown hair and brown eyes. I work out and have a nice toned body. I spend a lot of time at the beach so I am quite tan, I use hair removal cream on my chest which makes me feel even better with a shirt off. 

The two hour car drive seemed to be really dragging out. We arrived at about 12:30 and I noticed all the beach houses on our street were almost identical. They were big blue, two story homes that literally sat on the beach, the sand was our backyard. There was a huge kitchen and lounge room down stairs and four bedrooms upstairs. Out the back of the house there was an outdoor area with a BBQ and a spa. I chose my bedroom and un-packed all my things and so did the rest of my family before we sat down outside for a nice lunch that mom quickly threw together. 

As we were packing up after lunch there was a knock at the door. Mom opened the door to a nice lady who introduced herself as Kelly and told us that she was staying next door with her family and wanted to invite us over for dinner. Mom accepted and we were told to go over there at 7pm. I was hoping they would have kids next door around my age so I would have some friends for the summer. We all had a relaxing afternoon and Alanna and I did a little exploring around the beach. 

7pm came around quick and we all walked to the neighbour's house and knocked on the door. Kelly's husband answered the door and he seemed very friendly like his wife and invited us inside. His name was John and he showed us to their outdoor area where we were greeted by the rest of the family. Kelly and John had three sons, twin's named Ethan and Eric who were fourteen and Wes who was eighteen like me. 

Seeing Wes for the first time really confused me. I shook his hand and I felt something I hadn't felt before. I mean I could always tell if a guy was good looking or not but there was something different about Wes. He was more than good looking, he was gorgeous. I felt instantly attracted to him and I got so shy I could barely get my words out. He was tall like me and had a surfer look about him. He had blonde hair and beautiful deep blue eyes. He must hit the gym a lot because he has great muscles and a nice tan. 

We sat down and I was sitting opposite Wes at the end of the table. I had butterflies and sweaty palms like I was in a job interview. I was trying not to stare at him and just join in the conversation down the table between our parents. Alanna was so out-going unlike me, she seemed to be in deep conversation with the twins already. I found out they were from Fort Lauderdale which is only half an hour from us in Miami. 

"So Luke, where are you going to college?" Wes asked me. 

"I'm going to the University of Miami to study medicine," I replied as casually as I could. Why do I feel this way, I was so nervous! 

"Wow small world, I'm going there too to study Environmental Engineering!" 

I suddenly felt extremely excited. "Oh cool," I told him smiling. 

"That's great you'll know someone at college now," mom shouted from the other end of the table. 

"Yeah, I don't know anyone who is going there either," Wes told her. 

Kelly cooked us a great dinner, and throughout the meal Wes and I got to know each other more. I found out that they had just arrived here 2 days before us and were staying for four weeks as well. After dinner Wes, Alanna, Eric, Ethan and I all went down to check out the beach at night. Alanna had walked ahead of us with the twins, so it was just Wes and I alone now. I still felt a bit awkward towards him so I just tried to keeping talking about anything and everything, like school and past girlfriends. 

"I've hooked up with a few girls but I've never had a serious relationship," Wes told me. 

It was getting late, Wes invited me to come back over to his place tomorrow to play PS4. We headed back to his beach house and mom, dad, Alanna and I went back to our place to go to bed. Mom and dad really got on well with Wes' parents. My parents didn't have many friends so I was happy to see them socializing for once. 

When I went to bed that night I couldn't stop thinking about Wes, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to see him naked. These thoughts really aroused me, could I be gay? I had never thought of myself as gay before, I had never even really given it much thought until now. I hadn't felt this way about someone before. Maybe this was why I never really loved Lexi. I couldn't sleep, Wes never left my mind. I was so confused, although thinking I might be gay didn't feel wrong. My family is open minded and accepting, I was sure they would understand, my dad's brother is gay after all. I can't possibly know for sure until I try it. But these feelings for Wes felt more right than anything had before. I wonder if he felt them back. If I felt such strong chemistry between us, he must have felt it too, right? After over thinking and analysing every little detail of the time I spent with him I eventually drifted off to sleep. 

I awoke the next morning really looking forward to spending time alone with Wes. I got up, had some breakfast and had a shower before heading next door to see him. Mom had made plans with Kelly to go shopping, Alanna was heading to the boardwalk with the twins and dad and John were going to watch the football. It probably seemed a bit strange to everyone that Wes and I were going to be spending the day inside playing PS4 instead of going out and enjoying the beach, but I was more than happy to be doing that. Wes and I would be alone in their house as Dad and John were watching the football at our place. I said goodbye to my family, and we planned to see each other at dinner. 

I knocked on Wes' front door and he answered it quickly. He was full of energy and looked really happy to see me. 

"Hey dude, ready to play some PS4?" Wes asked me. 

"Yeah, let's go," 

He showed me to his bedroom, which I hadn't seen last night. He had a flat screen TV with two gaming chairs in front and a huge bed. 

"My brothers and I are huge gamers so we brought all our gaming stuff with us here on the trailer, it took a lot of convincing mom and dad though," Wes said laughing. 

"Wow, you're lucky, these chairs are great," I told him. 

We sat down and played for a couple of hours. I was having the best time. We were getting on great and laughing so much and then I got to a point in the game where I was confused. 

"I'm not sure what to do here," I told Wes. 

"Here, I'll show you," Wes replied as he leaned over towards me. 

He gripped my controller over my hands and showed me what to do. His hands were so soft. I wasn't even paying attention to the game anymore. I tensed up and went silent. He noticed I wasn't paying attention and looked embarrassed. He let go of my hands and sat back in his chair. There was silence for a little while and neither of us were playing anymore. 

"Do you want to go get some lunch? There is a café at the end of the street that we could walk to?" Wes asked me, finally breaking the silence. 

"Yeah, that sounds good," 

The awkwardness that we had both felt just a few minutes ago quickly went away as we walked along the side of the road to the café. I felt like we could talk about anything. He told me so much about his life and I did the same. I couldn't be the only one feeling this connection, I thought to myself. Wes became more touchy feely towards me as we walked. He would put his arm around me as we laughed and would push me slightly. I just wanted to grab him and kiss him so badly. 

We arrived at the café and ordered our meals (it was the kind of place where you pay before you eat). 

"That's $32.75 all up," the lady at the cash register told us. 

Before I could reach for my wallet Wes quickly paid. 

"Thanks man," I told him smiling. 

"No worries," Wes said smiling back at me and our eyes met and we just froze for a second before heading to our seats. 

The same lady who served us at the counter brought our meals over to us in no time. 

"Enjoy your meals, and by the way you two make such a lovely couple," the lady told us with a huge smile on her face before quickly walking away. 

Neither of us corrected her, I was so embarrassed. My eyes were so wide and then I looked at Wes and we both burst out in laughter. 

"I guess we should take that as a compliment," Wes stated with a cheeky grin on his face. 

I had the feeling he definitely felt what I had been feeling back. We finished our meals and headed back to his place. No one was home still and we went straight back up to his bedroom. He closed the door behind us. I was standing in the middle his bedroom not sure what to do next. Wes had a strange look on his face, like he was on another planet or something, and then he walked straight up to me. 

He was so close to me, our chests were almost pressed up against one another. We were staring each other in the eyes before Wes leaned in even closer and kissed me. I couldn't believe we were kissing. His lips were so soft, he slid his tongue into my mouth and I did the same back. This was the most passionate kiss I had ever felt. Our bodies were pressed up against each other and I had my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him as close to me as possible. His hands were on my shoulders. 

All of a sudden we heard people enter the house down stairs and we broke the kiss. Our foreheads were pressed up against each other's and we were both at a loss of breath. We heard people climbing the stairs so we sat down in the chairs and pretended to be playing a game. Alanna and the twins came in the room and told us about their day on the boardwalk. I wasn't even listening to them, my mind was completely focused on the kiss that had just happened. 

Alanna and the twins wouldn't leave Wes and me alone all afternoon so we didn't really get a chance to talk, although he would glance over at me any chance he got. I really wanted to talk to him about what all this meant but it was getting late and mom called Alanna and I back for dinner. 

That night I was lying awake in my bed debating whether or not I should sneak over to his place to see him. I decided I couldn't wait any longer and I had to see him. I got out of bed and walked passed the window when something caught my eye. Wes was outside staring up at my window. I opened the window and softly spoke down to him that I'll come downstairs and let him in. I quietly went to the front door and let him inside. 

"Hey, I was just about to go over to your place, let's sit in the lounge room and talk cause everyone is upstairs sleeping," I told him. 

We went into the lounge room and I locked the door behind us. 

"I just had to see you," Wes told me. 

"I know I couldn't sleep," 

He reached out and took my hand into his and led me to the couch. 

"I've never done anything like this before," I told him. 

"Me either, I haven't ever been attracted to a guy before you," 

"Do you think this means we are gay?" I asked him. 

"Well I don't know, we haven't even done anything except kiss yet, but I can't help feeling like I want to do so much more". 

"Me too, I can't explain it but the moment I saw you for the first time was like everything about myself changed," 

Wes smiled his gorgeous smile and leaned in and kissed me. I saw stars, it was like our first kiss again. The kiss became so passionate I could barely breath, we were rubbing our hands all over each other's bodies and then we fell off the couch onto the floor. We laughed and then continued making out. We ripped each other's shirts off and Wes got on top of me. He started kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. His lips on my body felt incredible, I hadn't felt this turned on in my entire life. My cock was rock hard and I could feel his was too. He was pressing his cock into mine and grinding on me as he kissed my neck. 

He kissed his way down my neck and started sucking on my nipple, it tingled all the way down to my cock. Wes started kissing his way down my stomach, over my belly button to the top of my sweat pants. 

"Should we get naked?" Wes asked me while biting his bottom lip. My god he was so sexy. 

"Yes!" 

Wes stood up, unbuttoned his jeans, zipped down his fly and took his pants and underwear completely off while staring me in the eyes the whole time. We were in complete lust. Once his pants were off I got a good look at his beautiful 7" rock hard cock. I had never thought I could think a cock was beautiful but his completely was. I slid my pants and underwear off too and Wes laid back on the floor with me. He started kissing me again and was about to make his way down to my cock again. 

"I want to suck your cock while you suck mine," I told him. 

Wes bit his bottom lip again and smiled. I rolled onto my side and Wes went down and laid on his side with his head opposite my cock. His cock was in my face now. I could see a small drop of pre-cum at the tip of his cock. I wanted to taste him so badly, I gripped the base of his cock and brought it to my mouth. I licked the tip and tasted his sweet pre-cum before I put my mouth around it and begun sucking. Wes took my cock into his mouth at the same time and instantly it felt better than any crappy blowjob Lexi had attempted to give me. He was taking my 6" cock deep into his mouth and I knew I wouldn't last long. We began sort of fucking each other in the mouth at the same time and through the mouth full of cock we both had we were both moaning in complete pleasure. We both had our free hand on each other's arse cheek massaging as we sucked. I began to feel myself getting closer and I stopped sucking his cock for a second so I could tell him I was going to cum in case he didn't want me to shoot my load into his mouth. 

"I'm close too, I want to taste your cum," Wes told me. 

I took his cock into my mouth and continued to suck up and down really fast now. He soon came into my mouth and I swallowed all I could. There was so much cum it began running down my cheek. I came into his mouth which felt like the biggest load I had ever shot in my life. My cock was pulsating load after load deep down his throat. I took his cock from my mouth and we were both catching our breath. 

"Wow, that was incredible, the best blowjob I have ever had, and I didn't know I could cum like that!" I told Wes. 

"I know right, for someone who has never done this before you were amazing at sucking my dick, definitely the best I have ever had," Wes replied. 

Wes came back up and rested his head on my chest and I put my arms around him. 

"I can't believe this is happening, and I couldn't be happier," I told him. 

"I really like you Luke," he replied. 

We fell asleep right there on the floor. I suddenly awoke and saw that it was light outside. 

"Oh my god, its morning," I said waking up Wes. 

We sat up and smiled at each other. 

"I better get home before anyone realises I'm not in my bed asleep," 

I looked at my watch and luckily it was only 6am and I knew my family would still be asleep. We got dressed and I showed Wes to the door. 

"That was possibly the best night of my entire life," said Wes. 

"Mine too, want to go for a walk later?" I asked him smiling. 

"Yeah sounds good, just come over when everyone is awake," 

We kissed each other goodbye and I headed upstairs to my room. 

I fell back to sleep for a couple of hours before mom yelled up to me from downstairs that breakfast was ready. I looked at the clock and it was 8:30am now. I remembered what had happened the night before and I felt so happy. It was surreal that all of this was happening. At breakfast everyone noticed how good of a mood I was in and I just told them I was enjoying the holiday. 

"Any plans for the day?" Dad asked me. 

"Wes and I were going to check out the boardwalk," I told him. I wasn't sure exactly what we would be doing but I didn't want anyone else to try to make plans with me. 

"Yeah it's great, we had such a good time yesterday," Alanna chimed in. 

"Well have a good time," dad told me as I was finishing my breakfast. 

I had a shower and got ready before I headed next door to see Wes. He was ready to go as soon as I got there. Once we had walked down the street a little we stopped and Wes gave me a huge hug. 

"I missed you," Wes told me. 

"I missed you too," I replied as we smiled and gazed into each other's eyes for a second. "Where should we go now?" 

"Let's just walk and see where we end up," 

We continued on the path and ended up walking through a park with a small lake. We couldn't see anyone around. I stopped Wes and took his hands into mine and then leaned in and kissed him passionately. I couldn't help myself. I wanted him so badly I didn't care if anyone saw. We were just stopped there completely oblivious to the world around us as we continued to kiss passionately, we didn't realised the jogger that was approaching us on the path. 

"Fucking faggots!" The stranger blurted out as he jogged passed us. 

Before I could even comprehend what had been said Wes raced after him and with one hard push from behind the homophobe was face down on the grass beside the path. Wes was quite a bit bigger than he was so I guess that's why he went down so hard. I ran up to them. 

"Fuck you, get the fuck out of here!" Wes yelled down to him. 

The stranger quickly staggered to his feet and ran off. 

"Oh my god what a dickhead! He went down so easily, are you okay?" I asked Wes. 

"Yeah I'm fine, I just can't believe how un-educated some people can be," 

"Yeah I know right, my family has always taught me not to discriminate against anyone no matter who they are, but I guess not everyone gets that," I replied. 

"The topic hasn't really come up with me and my parents, but they have never said a bad word about gay people either," Wes said. 

"Do you think we should tell them all about us?" I asked. 

"Yeah probably, I mean we are here together for four weeks, if we don't tell them they will probably find out on their own and it will be more awkward," 

"Does that mean that we are like together?" I asked. 

"Well do you want to be?" Wes replied all shy. 




The Beach House



"I know that we have only known each other for a couple of days but I think I'm in love with you, I have never felt this way about someone before," Had I just said the L word?! 

"I think I love you too Luke," 

I had never felt so excited I just wrapped my arms around him so tightly, I never wanted to let go. 

"Should we just head back to the house and get it over with now?" Wes asked. 

"Sure, why not, might as well get it over with," 

We walked slowly back to the house discussing how we were going to go about coming out to our families. I started to get really nervous, but I knew how I felt about him and I kind of just wanted to shout it from the roof top. That sounds a bit over the top I know, but I couldn't help it. And I know this all seems so extremely fast but it's what we both wanted. We decided we were going to get both of our families together and tell them together. 

We arrived back at our houses and Wes went next door to bring his family over to my place. 

"Uhh guys? Are you home? I need to talk to you..." I spoke as I walked through the house looking for them. 

"Out here," I heard dad yell. 

I went to the outdoor area and saw Mom, Dad and Alanna playing a board game at the table. I sat down with them, my god I was so nervous. My stomach was in knots. I was debating with myself whether or not to go through with telling them but I told myself just get it over with and then you can openly be with Wes. They must have thought something was wrong when they saw the worried look on my face. 

"What's going on?" Mom asked me. 

"Uhh, I need to tell you something but I'm waiting for Wes to come over with his family so we can both tell you," 

Just as I said that Wes walked through the side gate with his whole family and they sat down at the table with us. Wes and I stood up together and just stood there in silence for a second. 

"What have you done?! Are you guys in trouble with the police or something?" John asked us. 

"No, nothing like that, we just need to tell you all something," Wes replied. 

"Jesus, spit it out already," said Alanna. 

"Umm well..." I said looking at Wes who looked as pale as a ghost. 

"Okay you're starting to scare us, what the fuck is going on?" Said mom, who sounded really concerned. 

Wes grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. 

"We're together..." Wes told them as he looked hard at the ground. 

I couldn't bring myself to look at their faces either. We were still holding hands looking at the ground waiting for someone to speak. 

"Oh is that all, you really had us worried," spoke dad. 

"Yeah well, I think it's great, thanks for telling us," said Kelly. 

They all seemed a bit taken back but they were trying to be nice. 

"So that means you two are like gay together?" Asked Alanna. 

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied. 

We joined them back at the table and continued talking. 

"You two do make a cute couple," mom told us. 

I felt better, this went better than I thought it would. After a while the conversation turned off us and things seemed completely normal. I couldn't stop smiling at Wes. Everything was perfect. 

That night I told Wes to sneak over so we could hang out in the lounge room again. It was about 12:30am when I saw Wes outside my window. I went down and let him in and we went into the lounge room and locked the door, like the previous night. 

"I can't believe how everyone took it today," Wes told me. 

"I know, I'm so happy, my parents are just acting as if nothing is different, which is great. Alanna has been teasing me a bit but that's okay," I said laughing. 

"Yeah mine too, Eric and Ethan have been asking me questions, which has been funny," Wes replied. 

"You're fucking beautiful, you know that," I told Wes. 

He smiled and reached into his pocket. 

"Look what I got at the store," Wes said with a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled out a small bottle of lube and some condoms from his pocket. 

"I really want to fuck you," he continued. 

I was at a loss for words, I just smiled at nodded. 

Wes leaned in and started to kiss me, and then made his way down my cheek and began kissing my neck. Shivers ran through my entire body. I reached down to the bottom of his shirt and then pulled it over his head. His beautiful rock hard abs caught my eye. I wanted to lick them. I started kissing Wes' neck and slowly made my way down his chest to his left nipple. I sucked and nibbled on it and he moaned with pleasure. Then I started licking my way down his abs. He took my head in his hands and brought me back face to face with him. He lifted my shirt over my head. 

"I love you so much Luke," 

"I love you too," I replied smiling. 

I started to take off Wes' pants and he took off mine as well. We took some pillows off the couch and laid them out on the floor. We both laid down and started to make out again. I reached for his cock and began stroking it. It was already rock hard as was mine. He grabbed my cock as well and we stroked each other as we made out. 

"I want to try something," Wes told me. 

"Sure," 

Wes began kissing his way down my body, sucking on both my nipples as he went. His hot lips on my body felt incredible. Once he made his way down to my cock he teased it a little with his tongue before sucking on my balls for a while. Then he began to lick lower. He pushed my legs open further and started to tease my arsehole with his tongue. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. It was different and yet so completely pleasurable. He slowly started to push his tongue inside me which made me want him to fuck me so badly. 

"I really want you to fuck me," I told Wes. 

He did that cute bottom lip bite he always did and then reached for the lube and condoms. 

"You don't have to use a condom, I want you to cum inside me," 

"Okay, sure, that would be hot as fuck," he replied. 

He squirted some lube on his finger and began rubbing it around my arsehole. He squirted more lube directly onto my arsehole and began massaging it slowly with his fingers. 

"I want you inside me so badly Wes," 

He slowly began to push his index finger into me. I was still lying on my back and Wes was looking me in the eyes as his finger entered me. I tried to relax as much as I could, I had never experimented with my arsehole before so it was a little uncomfortable at first. But the desire I had for him to be inside me completely cancelled out any pain. His finger was about half way inside me and he started to push it in and out slowly. It started to feel absolutely amazing. 

"I'm ready for a second finger," I told him. 

Wes slowly inserted both his index and middle fingers deep inside me. He began finger fucking me. I don't think my cock had ever been so hard before. Pre-cum was leaking onto my stomach. 

"Are you ready for my dick now?" Wes asked me. 

"Fuck yes!" 

He removed his fingers and started to squirt lube all over his big rock hard cock. He put more lube on my arsehole and then rolled me onto my stomach. I got on all fours and arched my back ready for him. He kneeled behind me and pressed the tip of his cock against my tight arsehole. 

"I'll go really slowly," 

He started very slowly to push the tip of his cock inside me. He was being as gentle as he could. I was trying to relax completely. It was very painful at first but I kind of didn't care. He was half way inside me now. And I was beginning to relax even more. 

"Are you doing okay?" Wes asked. 

"Yeah, the pain is almost gone," 

He pushed further inside me and I felt him hit a spot that made my entire body shudder with pleasure. 

"Oh fuck that feels so good Wes," 

He pushed his cock the rest of the way inside me and started to move in and out of slowly. 

"God you're so tight Luke," 

"Ohhh," I moaned in pleasure as he started to pick up the pace. 

He was thrusting deep inside me and then almost taking his cock completely out before ramming it deep back inside. Wes put his arms around my chest and pulled me up so we were both on our knees. He was hugging me from behind as he fucked me. We were trying to be quite but we couldn't help moaning and grunting. Wes was moaning in my ear as he fucked me from behind. I wanted to cum so badly. I was resisting the urge to stroke my cock cause I knew I would cum the instant I touched it. 

"I'm going to cum soon!" Wes told me. 

"Me too, I want you to cum deep inside me!" 

Wes reached around and began to stroke my cock as he fucked me. I could feel myself building up and I couldn't hold on any longer. 

"Fuck yeah, I'm going to cum!" I yelled. 

"Ahhhh me too!" 

I came all up my stomach to my chest and even to my chin. I felt Wes cum inside me and fill me up with his cum. There was so much cum, I felt it leaking out of me and he slowed down. He slowly pulled his cock out. I turned around and Wes looked at me and then started to lick the cum off my stomach. God it turned me on so much when he did that I was completely hard again. 

"Wow that was absolutely amazing!" I told Wes. 

"I know right, that was hands down the best sex I have ever had!" 

"Me too!" 

"I see you're already ready to go again," Wes said as he looked at my cock and smiled. 

"Yeah, I've never felt so horny in my life," I replied laughing. 

"Do you want to fuck me?" Wes asked. 

"Yes, more than anything," I replied. 

Wes smiled and laid down on the floor. I got on top of him and started to kiss him. His cock was completely hard again as well. I kissed my way down his body and put my mouth around his cock and sucked a little and then teased it with my tongue. I sucked on his balls for a while like he did to me. He was moaning in pleasure. I spread his legs open and began to lick his arsehole. It turned me on so much doing this to him. 

"Fuck Luke, that feels amazing!" 

I started to fuck his tight hole with my tongue and he seemed to be in complete pleasure. I got the lube and put some on his hole and my finger, and slowly teased him before starting to slowly insert my finger into him. He seemed to be loving it so I inserted a second finger. I was watching him completely loving every second of me finger fucking him. 

"I want to fuck you now," I told him. 

Wes started to turn over. 

"No, I want to look at you while I fuck you," I told him as I pushed him back onto his back. 

I pushed his legs up and he held on to them so I could fit my way into him easily. I squirted lube onto my cock and rubbed more lube into his hole. I pushed the tip of my cock up against his arsehole and so slowly I started to push my way in. His tight arsehole around my cock was so pleasurable. He looked so hot beneath me as I slowly entered him. I got about half way inside him and I just stayed still giving him time to get used to me. Then I pushed further into him as far as I could. I just stayed still again giving him time to get used to it. My whole cock was inside him and I leaned down and kissed him. 

"Are you doing okay?" I asked him. 

"Yeah, I'm good," 

I started to fuck him slowly. He was moaning even louder than I had. Nothing had ever been sexier than seeing him beneath me right now. I wanted this to last forever. I wanted only him forever. He was the definition of perfect. I started to fuck him faster. I could see the pre-cum leaking from his cock onto his belly. 

"Oh god, just like that Luke, fuck me!" Wes screamed. 

I completely forgot there were people sleeping upstairs. I was fucking him so hard and fast now. I wanted to cum so badly but I was trying to hang on for as long as I could. 

"Jesus I'm gonna cum Luke," Wes told me and I grabbed a hold of his cock and stroked it as I continued to fuck him. 

"Yes just like that, ahhh, I'm cumming!" Wes came everywhere! 

Seeing him cum, I couldn't hold on any longer and I came deep inside him and cum was dripping out around the sides of my cock. My cock pulsated load after load deep into him. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had and I had only came about half an hour ago. I collapsed on top of him. We were both absolutely exhausted. It took me a while to catch my breath. We were laying there both covered in cum. 

"Want to sneak and have a shower?" I asked Wes. 

"Yeah definitely!" 

We got our clothes and crept to the bathroom naked. Luckily everyone was still asleep. It was a miracle no one heard us. We got under the hot water together and just stayed in there a while and washed each other. I never thought love could be so intense and I truly believe that Wes and I are meant for each other. 

That night Wes slept in my bed with me and it was the most peaceful sleep I had ever had. 

Over the rest of our holiday Wes and I became closer and closer, getting to know each other more and having amazing sex. My family loved him and his family loved me. I still can't believe how accepting they were of us and how easy it was for us to come out because we know that it's nowhere near that easy for most people. We were so lucky. We organised to room together in college. We have been together for three months now, and college together is going perfect. We have different classes every day and then come back to each other in the dorm every night. I love Wes with all my heart and I wouldn't have it any other way. 

The end.



The Beach House



I.

I could feel the heat of his shaft inside; its sultry shivering mass filling me up - I could feel a steady warmth spreading from it, and the skin of my spine responding with atomic quivers. I almost begged for the moment to last just a few moments more; but did not complain when it moved onwards.

It had taken mere seconds for our bodies to wrap around each others in lust. He had returned from the main road; some more beers to last the afternoon and ease the awkwardness of the mornings proceedings; the sound of waves and sea birds soft and sombre in the distance. I heard the beach house doors slide shut as he noticed my absence; shoes removed and bags placed down on the counter. I heard his footsteps approach his room curious as he saw the door open wide. I was waiting there – Boldly. A week of relaxing had me rather audacious – or perhaps it was all the alcohol. Either way, I had abandoned my usual hesitation and taken a gamble on directness.

So I sat there on his bed. My loose white shirt unbuttoned and open; nipples poking out shyly. My bottom half naked, legs spread out wide revealing the almost wet sex between them - A welcome sign. He was almost shocked, not knowing where to look. He had seen me bare only this morning – But nothing like this. I Simply stared lazily and seductive at him – I knew what I wanted, and I knew what he wanted as well. His gaze returned to me and this time took me in. I could see his eyes trace the lines of my body; reading my desires and intentions. I patted the bed next to me – one final gambit to invite him. He seemed to consider for moment; but I know it had been on his mind all day; and whatever decisions he had reached in his self reflection suddenly became irrelevant as he approached the bed hesitantly – mounting it quickly to kiss me.

It felt so good. His lips consuming mine; that soft squirmy tongue spreading my mouth and delving inside; like a small hungry penis. His hands travelled all over my bare chest sending thousands of jolts of sexual electric energy through my goose-bumped skin and into my nervous system. I wanted him then, so badly that my insides hurt with longing. Amongst the frenzy of passion I had managed to remove his shirt and began exploring his skin with my hands – as he worked his way onto me sitting on top of my sprayed out legs; my hands clasped at his firm masculine chest and slid smoothly down his stomach.

The long kiss had ended and I had decided that I wanted to taste his chest. I brought my face down to his nipples and took one in my mouth; my hands still wrapped around his waste. Meanwhile one of his own hands gracefully slid the length of my upper body, and came to rest between my thighs. The fingers spread out wide and fanned through my pubic area; until they rested on my strongly erect cock. A brief second of tingling before he wrapped his fingers around it; and began to sensually pump. I allowed a soft moan to escape my throat; as his strong hand slowly pleasured me.

He immediately found he enjoyed the control, and I was happy to relinquish it to him. I had been the one to dictate 'what' and 'when' in so many sexual relationships; that it felt good to just let go and be the submissive one for once. Most people, I imagine, would be terrified towards the idea of submitting to another man – would be way too scared it would de-masculinise them; turn them permanently into some sissy or coward; or a girl – I had no such misconceptions. Nothing here would make me less of a man, as if it could somehow be quantified? I still hooked up with my on-and-off girlfriend whenever she was in town; still urinated standing up; still looked at a pair of nice tits with desire; would still tell a girl or a guy to get down on their knees, if I knew they would comply. I was still a normal dude – I just allowed myself the joys of something different once in a while. So while it was not in my nature to be so submissive – I certainly found a lot of pleasure in indulging it.

He pushed my upper half down onto the bed and lay there now on top of me; our two male bodies entwined in animal lust. He kissed my chest all over; and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling – One hand stroking my inner thigh and the other hand pumping my shaft in long strokes. I could have shot everything I had right there; stream after stream of molten cum all over our mid sections, like glue to hold us together. But I held back; I had one more surprise to offer him.

It had seemed risky an hour or two before; I never expected him to agree to it. But now; his hands all over my body, my pulsing cock held firm by his might, the taste of his tongue still fresh in my mouth – now I had him. All I had to do was offer, and he would claim. 

I pushed him gently off him, and ignored his smile of confusion. I grabbed the condom pack that sat on the bedside table and threw it into his lap him – he had failed to notice it until now, his eyes lost in mine I thought proudly. I quickly removed my shirt as the anticipation built snake pits in my stomach. Now completely naked, I turned over and crouched on all fours; my backside pointed towards him. If he hadn't worked it out by now then he soon would. I rested my head on the silky covers of the bed and used my now free hands to reach back. I grabbed each of my ass cheeks with a hand and spread them apart; revealing my gaping anus.

In conversation last night, whilst drunk we had talked about sex with our girlfriends; and he had mentioned that all of his attempts to try anal with his gf had been met with swift refusals. I had known right then that eventual he would claim my ass; and after the awkward drunken blow job this morning he had gone out to get some distance between us; meanwhile I had taken the initiative and shaved my behind – smoothing it up for him in case this moment should occur.

I lay there on my knees my ass pointing up towards him; whilst he just sat there staring unsure what to do. So I told him. Without looking back I wiggled my bum a little and said

"I want you to take me." 

He still sat there, and murmured something like 'what?' so I asked again, 

"I want you inside me," practically begging now 

"Please, take me."

The desire was cleanly written on his face – he may not have considered it – but it was clear he now that he wanted it. If he couldn't have his girlfriend's ass he would have mine. 

He practically ripped off his pants and boxers and slipped the condom onto his wickedly nice sized dick; I snuck a peak behind me to try and see and saw its thick mass dwarfing his hands. I shivered intensely at the sight as it made my own stiffness hurt with wild desire. I had played with toys and fingers to prepare before; but I had never actually had anal before. So the sight of his glorious manhood ready to fill my insides promised to send me over the edge.

"Hurry" I begged him.

He nodded, and on his knees approached me. His breaths were loud and unsure as his hands found my cheeks and felt their eager tenderness. His thumbs tracing lines inside my crack, passing within millimetres of my ready hole; he brought them to either side and opened the gap up.

"Are you- " he paused and stared between me and my butt, 

"Are you sure?"

By now I could wait no longer. I needed him – needed him inside.

"Claim my ass; its yours," I called out 

"You can do whatever you want to it; to me. Just fuck me! Please. Be inside me."

It was all the permission he needed. 

He grabbed my waist with both hands and let me stretch my cheeks open for him. I felt the bell of his cock press against my asshole – I could feel the curved tip of his shaft fit as if perfectly moulded for it into the opening of my behind; and took a brief moment to appreciate just how much it felt like it belonged there. 

He stayed there hesitantly; he had never done this before; I knew. But I could wait no longer. I pushed my body down onto him, and flinched. He responded to the movement and held my body firmly as my movement pushed his shaft slowly inside me. I felt the uncomfortable ache of my fuckhole spreading wider and wider; until it allowed him in. And then with a slow elongated thrust he pushed his manhood fully inside me.

I let out an audible moan of joy as the pain of my anus stretching apart gave way to the amazing feeling of the cock reaching my very depths. He pushed it as far in as it would go and slowly sent me to Elysium.

II.

Aiden had been told, by his unfortunate master simply, no. And free will was a luxury reserved for special occasions in a long term relationship that serious. So what was intended to be a short reprieve from the stresses and full time nature of commitment ,and girlfriends, for three guys. Had turned into just two mates hanging out, as usual, but with slightly more alcohol and a sandy beach on one side.

I had only known Will for a short time, hardly best friends, but we got along pretty alright and I had no problems about spending a weekend in a beach cabin with him. Nor did I have any problems with the arousal that circled me the entire first day. He walked around shirtless enjoying the summer sun and ocean breeze. He wasn't athletic, but he worked out and looked after his body and presented a brilliant portrait of how a man could be sexy – whilst I enjoyed the eroticism of the occasional homosexual or bisexual engagement or daydream; I rarely met a man who was actually all that sexy; at least when compared to some of young woman you would find out and about town. Will though, was a pinnacle of masculine yet sensual sex appeal. After swimming, his wet shorts would cling tightly to his buttocks and groin and I could see the form of a perfect outline, and needed no further imagination. 

That first night we got drunk and talked about girls and sex and the craziest stuff we had done. He asked me if I had ever done anything with a guy and I said no; then he asked me if I ever would; and I said 'yeh' in as casual a tone as I could muster. He mentioned fellatio and how infrequent the girls he dated would do it; I asked him how long it had been and he simply replied: 'too long'. I joked that I could fix that for him; and he had a laugh and spun an empty bottle. 

"If it lands on me you have to suck me off."

"Fuck off" I replied as it spun. 

Though as it spun each rotation flashing images of perversion and dark lit ecstasy. I hid the disappointment when the bottle ceased and pointed to nowhere. 

The next morning started as normal and I hadn't expected otherwise. We had swam in the cold foam of the ocean and returned for similar sipped beers. We hung our swim-trunks on the porch to dry and wrapped towels around our wastes to cover our nudity. We weren't embarrassed so I got a look at Will nude while he changed; It did did not take long for me to start imagining his body in other scenarios. I showered the salt water off and returned to the main room in my towel while we waited for the hot water to recharge.

I struggled to avoid looking at Will's chest, or the bulge in his towel as he sat, legs open on the couch. The telly on, some M rated movie playing. I sat next to him and watched along. The movie seemed crap, but a sex scene came along, and though you didn't see it because the whole thing was practically PG; some fellatio was implied. 

The scene seemed to illicit a reaction from Will. I could see interest sparking; and looked down to see an erection build beneath the thin fluffy cotton of the towel. He saw me notice and I joked that the film was far too tame for that sort of eagerness. 

"You really want a blow job don't you?"

"God. Yes!" he replied 

"You have no idea. I'm not even lying there is nothing I want more right now than a pair of lips around this baby." 

We were guys, we got crude sometimes; it was nothing unusual.

"Well" I joked. again. "My offer still stands"

I cringed inside after saying that – there was no amount of light hearted jokin-around-mate tone that could have made that sound not invitational and creepy. There was a pause; and I went through at least a hundred different options on how to ease the silence or change the direction of the conversation. But could decide on none. Then Will broke it, hesitantly, 

"Would you actually? do that?"

My brain stopped. 

"What?" I paused 

"Do what?"

He didn't reply immediately and no doubt considered bailing out of it. But his sexual fervour got the best of him.

"Last night you offered. And you said you would try it? You know with a guy."

I still refused to hear what I wanted to hear; there had to be some miscommunication going on. 

"What do you mean?" I stopped, 

"as in?" I didn't mean to but I looked down as his erection.

"Yeh. Would you? You know, suck...?"

"Do you want me to?" I replied way too quickly and waited; dying to hear him say yes.

I watched porn with just guys in it some times, if they were attractive. And at a couple of parties I had made out with a guy or two; and an exchange of blowjobs here or there. But it had always been at a party, with alcohol involved and lacked the personal touch to really call it a homosexual encounter. I had never had sex with a guy before; and found myself thinking that Will could be the perfect guy to pop my cherry. He wasn't some stranger I didn't trust – nor a really close friend that I could never sexuallise. But I hadn't actually thought he would be open to it – I guess a little beer had gotten the best of him.

"I mean, would it be weird for you? to have a guy suck you?" I asked, though I guess at this point he was so hard he didn't care what genitals I had; he just wanted a mouth. I could hear his breathing, or my own, as he replied with a no. 

"I don't mind. I just can't shake this need. And you offered and all, and I thought you might be serious."

"If you want, I mean; yeh, sure" way too fast a reply again, but I could tell he didn't notice my eagerness.

I was still reluctant to take any physical action and just sat there for a few confusing seconds. Eventual I forced my hand over fearing a missed moment; and rested it on his erection. He had not moved away so my luck had held. I grabbed softly at the lump beneath the towel as I sat beside him; and heard his breath intensify as I rubbed. As if to validate my continued daring; Will grabbed the tucked-in folds of his towel and removed the whole thing from his waist. I was left staring at the large tower of masculine beauty that rose from the trimmed neat plains of his pubic area.

My hand grasped the head and slid down the mass of the shaft, a slick stream of pre-cum following and sliding in-between the gaps in my fingers. I had him, in my hands, his glorious dick radiating from between my eager limbs. But that's not what he wanted – or what I wanted. I slid off the couch and placed myself between his legs. On my knees as a dozen girls had done so for me.

I was so eager to gorge on the greatness that was in front of my face; I could smell the taste and the salty prickle of sex right before me. But I could not let this opportunity go to waste. I wanted more from Will. More than a once off blow; and if that was going to happen then this needed to be the best cock sucking he had ever experienced. I was up for the task; I had some experience in giving; and plenty in receiving.

I put my hands on either of Will's knees and slid them up his thighs to wrap around his balls. He leaned back onto the couch and relaxed as I brought my mouth in close and gave a slow long lick down the length of his dick. I tasted the pre-cum and knew instantly that I would let him cum in my mouth. I grabbed his balls and licked the underside while slowly pumping his shaft – the whole time I could hear his staggered breaths and gasps of excitement and longing. I knew it felt great, but also knew it teased him. I planted a series of kisses to his pubes and balls, and then more to his cock and his head; and wondered if he now realised just how much I had wanted to suck him off.

I started to lick the bell of his penis, whilst fondling his sack; but the sexual energy was too much. He placed his hands on either side of my head; he made no attempt to force me or lead me anywhere; but I knew he could take no more of the half measures. I slid my arms underneath his legs and back around to grab his thighs and then pushed forward taking his cock inside my mouth.

I heard the sigh of relief and ecstasy from above and wasted no time building up a steady pace. Back and forth my head bobbed; taking more and more of the cock deeper and deeper inside; slamming at the back of my throat. My tongue dancing with elegance and joy. Dick tasted like nothing else – there was a reason that so many women enjoyed it such; and it had nothing to do with the one different chromosome. The aphrodisiac of the taste of savoury skin and sweet musked semen is undeniable; and it made my own genitals solid with fury.

"Fuck yes" He moaned as the sound of sucking and slurping echoed around the room; anything else fading from our minds and becoming irrellivent. I thought about all the girls he had enjoyed down here. How many had blown him out of expectation or relationship requirement? how many had truly enjoyed it? as much as I did? This wasn't some reluctant chore to please my boyfriend; I loved his cock inside my mouth; and I could tell from his head arched back and heavy breaths that he loved it to. I felt proud of the pleasure I instilled as I stayed there, down on my knees, worshipping his cock.

He moaned again as his hands started to guide me down, forcing me down deeper on him, his eyes shut and body completely relaxed in pleasure – he had forgotten it was a guy sucking him off. The dance of sex we both now entangled ourselves in was no longer one of sexual orientation or gender. It now existed outside the rules and opinions of social constructs; girlfriends; boyfriends; gay; cheating; wrong; friends – It was just an intimate connection; lust manifested in the slow mindless sways of relaxing tender pleasure. At least that's how I felt.

'Damn your cock feels so hot filling my mouth' I thought 'I want to taste the cum, I want it all down my throat, like some hungry cum slut. Oh god, fucking fill me you stud.'

Will let loose a wild deep moan; almost in response to my thoughts.

'Fuck, this is one hell of a blowjob; my lips were made for this.'

Will moaned again, comfortable with the rhythm of slurping joy I set for him. But I had another surprise for him. Something I doubted most girls would bother with. I slowed my pace and focused on tonguing and pumping him; until eventually I felt the time was right to take the whole length of his tasty dick inside. I grabbed at his body tightly and slowly forced my head towards his chest; the cock sliding up into the back of my mouth and hitting the entrance of my throat; before the force of my movement opened up my oral tube and pushed his dick inside.

I let out a muffled choke and quickly eased myself back. And then with a quick shove impaled my throat again; and again; and again; until I could build a barbaric rhythm of aggressive deepthroat chokes from me and joyous groans from Will.

"Oh my god" he cried as I forced myself down on him over and over. There was no greater compliment in sex than the unrestrained sound of 'oh my god!' as you suck a guys dick or eat a girls pussy. He loved it. Probably could have stayed here all day. But male libido isn't like that – he needed release. He began shoving his hips up into me and his hands down; fucking my throat like an animal. If I could have spoken I would have been shouting.

'Fuck me, Fuck me; Fuck my mouth baby' my brain screamed in gay lust; 'I'm yours you fucking god; shoot your hot sticky cum down my throat. Fill my fucking belly; Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

It didn't take long; he had been so aroused before we even started. His back arched in spasm and the skin of his cock bulged as he shot his load inside me. I had taken the head out of my throat; I wanted the cum in my mouth; wanted to taste it; wanted it to coat the walls of my jaw. 




The Beach House



One; two; three jets blasted out with sticky liquid force – the taste of pure sex and primal pleasure assaulting my taste buds. It tasted like the shivering electric glees of an orgasm. I took it all in and swallowed gulp after gulp as Will collapsed back onto the couch; spent. I on the other hand could feel my own cum ready to burst. I ripped my towel off not even bothering to move and starting jacking off furiously. My blood pumping like a machine; I needed to ejaculate so badly. I stared at Will's cock and tasted his fresh cum on my tongue as I pumped my dick harder than I thought I ever had – Will simply watched on. 

I took his now limp cock back in my mouth and swirled the cum around and around while I continued pumping. In only seconds my loins erupted and shot three jets of my own cum onto the ground; I leaned back and slunk against the foot of the couch and bathed in oblivion. 

Ages passed. I'm not sure how long it was; but when I returned to the present Will was gone and the sounds of the shower running was all I heard of him. My spunk still sat oddly on the ground so I wiped it up and got dressed; and already began imaging Will and I again.

III.

It started so slowly that I could not be sure he was fucking me at all; the turtle paced retreat felt like minutes as the walls of my anal sphincter clung desperately to the intruder. It felt almost as if my ass refused to let him leave; and as a heat radiated with such vitality and intensity from his impaling cock; I almost agreed to leave it there and struggled to control the muscles of my tunnel to do either. And then the awkward feeling of re-entry would come; as the hole sealed itself as shut as it could go and had to be forced open one more.

That part – re-entry – was the worse; but once that passed it was pure elation. It was not the most graceful sex I had enjoyed; but it was the most exciting. A new experience. Beneath the staggered thrusts and the clumsy stack of flesh; there was two people embarking on something new and engaging. The penetration from behind became less and less awkward and uncomfortable; and more and more sensual and pleasurable; Will's hands held my waist, his hold both gentle and firm and it tingled my core with the faintest of electric energy.

It had really only just started when I felt the hot splurge of cum inside me; the condom did well to keep the liquid from escaping; but did little to halt the warmth. Will fell on to the bed beside me and I wanked myself yet again; spraying cum all over my chest as I lay back on the smooth sheets. I lay flat on the bed; Will's bed; naked and fulfilled. It had been a perfect ending to the day and more than I ever could have hoped for; and that thought cradled me to sleep.

IV.

I awoke in the morning; the sun massaging my nude form and bringing the room to a lazy warmth. I didn't ever wanted to move. But I did. There was no Will beside me; the bed was empty but for me. I sighed and fell back into a warm sleep.

I walked to the kitchen some time later for some breakfast. Will was around; on the phone chatting to his girlfriend – I felt shadows of guilt about last night; I hadn't even thought about the effect on Will's relationship. He had just cheated on his girlfriend. The homosexual element aside; he was probably feeling a little uncertain and guilty.

If he had any misgivings about what had taken place, then he hid it well – The day proceeded as any day would; and no mention was made of the sex the night before. I thought about bringing it up; but never found an opportune moment. Surfing was cut short by wind and rain; so I lazed away in my room with my laptop; the wireless trickling away. Will appeared in the open doorway. I glanced over and waited to see what he wanted.

"I'm not gay." he started awkwardly; before pausing.

There was a few moments of silence before I responded.

"Nah, me neither," I replied earnestly "I like pussy too much to give it up."

Will chuckled softly.

"Yeh, no doubt." He waited a few seconds before he turned to leave. 

"Just wanted to make sure you didn't get the wrong impression."

"Don't fret" I responded as he left, "I know."

The day rambled on and the rain continued in a steady pace; we had known the weather would eventually turn to the worst but had hoped to finish the trip before. The clouds however had other ideas. As night came I lay beneath the thin smooth sheets of my bed and let the moonlight illuminate the curves and folds through the open curtains. I didn't usually sleep naked; but my mind was stuck re-playing the strange and wonderful sex I had experienced yesterday; and I knew the obsession could only end in masturbation.

I could feel his touch on my chest; smell his musk and sweat; taste his skin; as he pumped and pumped; each thrust moulding kinetic energy into muscular ecstasy – I had taken a dick into my ass; and loved it. 

I was proper gay now; or bi; or whatever – and I wanted more. I wanted more cocks inside me; for longer next time. I wanted to feel a man's love spread through his sensual thrusts into my accepting hole. Wanted to feel the warm eruptions of blissful cum inside. I wanted to kiss a man. Taste his tongue; feed on his desire for me. My hands slid to my pelvis; grasping at my eager shaft. Slick with pre-cum I spread my hands all over; covering them in juice. One I brought up to my mouth to gorge on my salty arousing spunk; imagining it to be Wills. The other I slid down to my asshole spreading the natural lubricant around the puckering.

There was a knock at the door. The rain poured onwards; loud and steady. I had misheard; obviously. I returned one hand to my dick. A second series of knocks. No mistaking it now. 

"It's Will"

A long pause.

"Can I come in?"

I almost jumped from surprise. Removing my hands from my parts. 

"Um; oh. Sure, yeh – okay." 

The door creaked open and then slowly shut and Will's form loomed over. I felt awkward and weird lying naked and wet , with nothing but a thin sheet to cover me. I tried to hide my erection. And hoped the moonlight was not enough to illuminate the wet stains on the white sheet where my penis slowly oozed.

"Can I sit?"

Crap; this was about to become embarrassing. He sat on the bed, beside me, before I could reply.

"I feel real bad." Will started. "About last night."

"Oh" I said, quietly. 

Will continued.

"I mean; I pretty much cheated on her."

"Oh," again. 

"I'm sorry, I hadn't even thought about it at the time. I just, sort of got carried away."

"Yeh. I know." 

Will took a glance out the window at the bright nights sky. Whatever he was feeling or thinking; he hid it from me. Maybe it was the same things I had gone through when first considering an attraction to the same sex.

"It's not the first time either. It happened once before. With another girl," he added. 

"I said I wouldn't again"

I was completely out of my depth here and had no idea what to say to make it okay. 

"You acted on what YOU wanted. I'm not going to lie and say that makes it okay – but I understand why. You still want to be with her right?"

"Yeh of course" he replied. "I just..."

"Wanted something different" I finished. Though I wasn't sure if I was speaking for him or for me. Will sat silent for un-counted moments. I was still not sure what he was thinking or how he got to his decision; but I quickly decided not to care.

Will slid to the foot of the bed, and lifted the sheet covering me. As if he knew I was already naked; he snuck his head beneath the folds and up my legs. I let out a deep and thankful sigh as I felt the warmth of Will's breath trace its way up my inner thighs. Goosebumps spread like an epidemic across my raw artful form and I shivered for endless seconds as He brought his mouth to my crotch. Being his first time sucking cock he wasted no time with teasing or foreplay. He just shoved his lips around it and took my manhood in. 

His pace was fast and sloppy; and I couldn't tell if he enjoyed it or not; but he did not stop and that was enough for me. His hands grasped around my balls and held my loins. I spread my legs as wide and gaping as I could, to make it all the better. And grabbed the top of his head shoving him down gentle but suggestive. It took a mere few minutes to reach my climax; and without realising I was still forcing his head down; I shivered and spasmed an ejaculation; shooting my eager load into Will's mouth and spraying his throat.

My head span and all I heard was ringing, for those brief but beautiful seconds after my orgasm. Now I was sleepy and endlessly relaxed. 

"Kiss me." I said as my head delved deep into the pillow. Will was obliged. He undressed and slid himself up, our bodies spread beneath the sheet. As he wrapped his legs around me; his stone hard chiselled dick rubbing against my flaccid cum drenched cock; he brought his mouth to mine and delivered a long and sensual kiss. Drowsy though I was, I could still taste the cum and passion – Will hadn't come to get his rocks off. He had come to have sex with me. Sex; with another man; not fucking, or a quicky; but slow sensual gay sex.

We kissed and cuddled for hours probably. After a while of rubbing our shafts together, he came all over my chest. We wandered in and out of slumber - back and forth between sex and sleep. Eventually our libidos returned for a second round, and after hours slowly building them our slow eroticism turned to lust. He began to rub and pump against me more; and I responded by grinding my pelvis against him. Grasping at his back I held him into me - The slow elegant sex turned to passion as we built up speed and sexual desire. My tongue left his mouth and found his ear, "Fuck me" I whispered, squeezing his solid ass cheeks. 

My hand reached for the bedside table; stumbling about in the darkness I managed to find a condom and somehow wrap it around Will's lustful dick. He pressed his staff against my anus, and without removing his entwined body from mine, began pumping into me. 

"Ughhhh, Ohhh Will! It feels so good inside." 

I held his shoulders and waist, pressing his body into mine as he made love to me, my breath heavy and echoing throughout the room. He kissed me again, long and sensual; his tongue massaging my throat as we fucked each other. It was the best sex I've had.

IV.

When I awoke Will was still entwined around me; dried musky cum staining our bodies and the sheets. He noticed my consciousness and traced his hand up my chest. 

"Morning"

He kissed me. He was not ashamed of last night.

We lay for an hour spooning more; kissing all parts of our bodies. We were not aroused; it was more an acceptance of the sex we had shared and a sensual enjoyment of each others naked gentle company.

We eventually left the bed. Will made us breakfast and after that we lazed around watching movies and doing nothing at all.

"Can I suck you again?"

It had surprised me little; that he had asked.

"I enjoyed the taste actually; it was fun... pleasuring you"

I smiled kindly and jovial; removing my shorts. I was bare underneath; we had an unspoken agreement that the last two days of the holiday would involve a fair bit more sex. We both wanted more; it was clear. I didn't realise he had enjoyed sucking so much. But it was natural.

"Do you mind being on your knees?" I teased; wickedly.

He obviously did not because he took his shorts off as well and descended to his knees. This time the blow was slow and purposeful – he had learned; and used all the skills I had shown him the night before.

"God that's good." I whispered. "I cant wait to cum on that gorgeous face of yours"

His bobbing halted when he heard me. He took my shaft out of his mouth and proceeded to slowly lick the base. I smiled. Then moaned. Will's hand jerked me off as he licked and continued to do so as he moved his body under my legs and took my ballsack in his mouth.

"Oh. Ohhh fuck yeh.

He had no need to suck my balls. It would not speed my ejaculation. He just wanted to.

"Oh man, i'm gonna cum soon. In your mouth?"

He wasted no time responding. Taking my rod back in his mouth and slamming his throat down on it; over and over. I panted heavily nearing my climax. Sensing my imminent explosion Will grabbed an ass cheeks with one hand and shoved a finger deep into my ass. 

"Oh what the fuck I almost yelled" Shaking where I stood; as my ballsack burst, shooting kinetic jolt after jolt of cum into Will's mouth.

"Oh baby yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I moaned as his throat sucked up all I had too offer like a giant vacuum. His finger meanwhile thrusting my fuck hole.

I fell onto the couch and lay there still shivering; cum drenching my thighs. Will stood over me wanking his manhood until he came as well; shooting a modest load onto my face and chest. When finished he crawled on top of me and lay; silent and weary – Our warmth was cosy. I laughed an earnest laugh. Will joined me – and there we lay for the remainder of the afternoon.

V.

That night was warm and still; the moon low and large in its orbit. I took Will down to the beach and lay beside him under the glow of endless stars. He fucked me again; there in the vast open world – excited by the exhibitionist element I let my moans run loose and loud for all to see or hear. But of course none did. Here on the lonesome beach in the furthest hours of the night – None but the glowing moon above bore witness.



The Beach House



We have looked forward to meeting for a long time Diane. You and I on the Gulf Coast of Florida. We have three days where all we have to do is sleep, eat, watch TV, and make love and we will both enjoy all three days of it. We have borrowed a fantastic beach house from friends of your Mom's and we are both excited about spending these three days together. 

The beach house is just the right size; only two bedrooms but we really only need one and we are only about 50 yards from the beach. We get there and you give me the grand tour since you have been here before and I haven't. 

I am very impressed with it and look forward to spending the next few days here with you. It is late when we get there. We start out by lying on the couch and cuddling together. You ask me would I like to take a walk on the beach together. Of course I say yes. 

We head to the beach but first you grab a blanket. I ask you what the blanket if for you and your only reply is "You will see." I take your hand and we walk down to the beach. You look so beautiful in the moonlight and I feel so lucky that I am with you tonight. 

We get down to the beach and you spread the blanket out and you invite me to join you. We lie down on the blanket and slowly start to kiss. Our tongues are dancing together, tasting each other.

I slowly start to undress you; first I remove your top and then your bra there. I gaze at your fantastic tits. I suck on them, going back and forth from nipple to nipple. Slowly sucking and biting your nipples. Then my tongue makes it way down to your tummy that I love so much.

I stop and French kiss you belly button. Then I slowly remove your shorts and panties. I keep working my way down to your beautiful shaved pussy. I kiss and lick it, teasing you. Slowly I put my tongue where you want it to be on your clit. You moan louder and louder and then come with my tongue in your pussy. You look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours and say, "Fuck me David". 

I gladly do that. I slip my big hard cock into your very wet pussy. I am fucking you as hard as I can. While I am fucking you we both hear a noise. It's a moan but we don't know where it is coming from. We both realize that someone is watching us but we don't care; we are just enjoying the sexual pleasure of the moment. Our bodies in perfect rhythm making love to each other.

We both explode in orgasm………..I reach down and suck my cum out of your wet pussy. Loving the taste of you and me together. As I do that we hear the moan again and look around but don't see anyone so we both think that we are imagining things.

Exhausted with our lovemaking we go back to the beach house and fall in to bed together and cuddle all night long. The next morning we wake up and make love again then go shopping together. You find a nice shirt that you want and of course I buy it for you. Then we come back to the beach house for lunch. I am grilling some hamburgers for the both of us when the woman next door walks up and say "Hello" to both of us.

She tells us her name is Kelly and that she is here for the weekend. I offer to throw another burger on the grill for her and she agrees. Kelly is in a bikini and both of us are looking at her admiring her. Like you she has beautiful blonde hair. She is about your height and she has these amazing legs and ass. She also has a great pair of tits that both of us cant help but noticing. I offer her a beer and she accepts.

The three of us sit there, we tell her about how we had met on ICQ and this is the first time we had met in person and she tells us that is the most romantic story she has ever heard. She tells us that looking at the way we hold and touch each other she would have thought we had been together for years. 

We all have lunch together and it is very nice. Then Kelly tells us that she has some errands to run but then she says she wants to return the meal and invites us over for dinner. We both agree when she tells us to be there at 8 pm. Then she tells us that she has a hot tub that we can enjoy together and to bring a towel. We both tell her OK and that we will see her at 8 pm.

We take the time to go back to bed together, enjoying our naked bodies together. Holding and touching and kissing and licking. Our bodies fit so well together. We make love together again and again. Then fall asleep in each other's arms.

We wake up and decide to shower together. We are washing each other. I love the feel of your naked body and the soap washing you. Then we dress and get ready to go to Kelly's. We bring our towels with us so that we can enjoy her hot tub.

We walk over to Kelly's and she greets us both with a hug. She is in shorts and a tank top and both of us notice that she in not wearing a bra. She offers us both a drink. I take a beer, you just take a soda.

Kelly tells us that dinner is running late and she suggests that we try the hot tub first. We both agree. Unexpectedly she strips off all of her clothes and jumps into the hot tub. When she sees the surprised look on our face she laughs and says "didn't I tell you that this is a naked hot tub"

We are both shocked but cant help admiring her naked body. Her clean shaved pussy, her tanned legs and flat stomach and her great ass. You look at me and smile, so I take off all of my clothes and jump in the hot tub then you do the same. The three of us are naked in the hot tub.

I see your naked body and love it so much, I start to kiss you. We kiss and rub each other as Kelly watches us. Then she surprises us both by saying "I love watching you together, I took a walk on the beach last night and watched you two make love, that I why I invited you over tonight."

She asks us to continue so that she can watch us. Both of us love the thought of someone watching us, especially some one that looks like Kelly so we go at it. Fucking and sucking each other, going at it making love getting hotter and hotter knowing that Kelly is watching us and stroking her pussy as she watches.

As we kiss Kelly moves over and starts to kiss you. I love watching you kiss another woman. At the same time both you start to play with each other nipples then down to your pussies.

Through the hot tub I watch your hand in her pussy as hers are in yours as well. I love watching you kiss her, I am stroking my cock as I watch you kiss her. She is rubbing your pussy and she must know how you love to have it rubbed coz you are moaning so loud.

As you rub each other's pussy I watch and rub my already hard cock. About that time you bring each other to orgasm rubbing each other's pussy, then I bring myself to orgasm rubbing my cock. Kelly then invites us to go into her beach house; she tells us we would be more comfortable in her bedroom. 

The three of us step out of the hot tub, I take you both by the hand and Kelly leads us into her bedroom. Once we are in the bedroom I tell you and Kelly to both lay down. My tongue goes to her pussy, my finger to your pussy. I am pleasing you both. I switch back and forth, eating her pussy fingering yours then switch to eating you and fingering her.

Then Kelly tells me that she wants to eat your pussy and I know you want the same as well. You and her switch to the 69 position. You are on top and I rub your ass, and then slowly slip my finger up your ass. I love watching two beautiful women eat each other's pussy.

You and Kelly are eating each other's pussy and I love watching it. I rub my hard cock all over your ass. Your mouth is all over her pussy, your tongue licking her clit as she moans. She is pleasing your pussy and clit as well.

Finally both of you explode in orgasm; you both look over at me and see my cock is so hard. Kelly tells you that it looks like I need to be pleased now; she starts to suck my cock and invites you to join her. You and her are sucking my cock and I love your two mouths on my cock..

You slowly slip your finger up my ass coz you know I love that so much while I am getting a blowjob. I explode in both of yours mouth. Both of you trying to get as much of my cum as you can, then you kiss each other sharing my cum with each other. I love watching you kiss her with your mouth full of my cum and her mouth full of it as well.

I don't want this night to end, and it wont Diane; this is just the first part. There will be more to come. This is only the beginning.



The Beach House



I've been anticipating our rendezvous for days, anxiously thinking about you as I fly to the Norfolk airport and drive the rental car to the beach house. It's a cool day but sunny and the wind is brisk as I sneak inside, careful to close the door behind me. I had anticipated knocking on the door and finding you there, but the door is open and I wander in. 

The cottage is small, but cozy. I wonder if I should come back or wait. It's approaching nightfall, so I figure you will be back soon; maybe you're out beachcombing. 

So I will wait, but I have a devious surprise in mind ---I'll hide and surprise you. 

There are not too many hiding places in the small cottage, but I find the bedroom closet just big enough to hide in. So I squeeze inside as the light begins to dim; it's soon dark and I hear the door open. You're back. 

After some rummaging in the kitchen, you come into the bedroom and turn on the light. I can just see you through the louvered door. You look great but look are bit restless, undecided. I am transfixed, wondering if I should surprise you now or wait...if I burst out now, it might really freak you out. And things may prove to get interesting if I wait. I control my breathing as much as I can, but it’s pretty hard to do it. 

I watch you pull off your top, shorts, and panties. I see you naked the dim light; it excites me to see you, unaware of me, comfortable with your body. After a long stretch, you pull on a t-shirt and hop into bed. Whew...getting warm in here, I think.

You start to write in your journal, but can't seem to concentrate. Putting the journal aside, your fingers absently trail to a hard nipple jutting against the thin fabric of the t-shirt. I think your other hand is busy underneath the covers- I can't tell but you are lazily playing with your clit- just a bit. You close your eyes, and I wonder what you are thinking. I’m mesmerized by the sight and feel my cock growing hard in my shorts, but I am so cramped in the closet. I need relief soon.

You pleasure yourself just a bit longer, but the beach has made you drowsy and you drift off to sleep. I wait few minutes, but I am so turned on I need to get up and do something about it. I quietly open the closet door and quickly step out of my Topsiders and strip of my shirt and shorts. My hard cock springs out (ahh relief!) and I slip in the bed beside you.

You feel so warm as I spoon against your back, nuzzling your neck and taking in the scent of your long, soft hair. I lightly kiss your neck just below your ear and my cock is now pressing against the crack of your ass. My body is cool and you shiver at my touch, but are not quite sure what is happening just yet. I want you so bad, so I reach across your body, lightly brushing across your hard nipples, sending another shiver across your body My hand then slowly goes lower to your mound of fine pubic hair. Your pussy is still wet after your self-pleasuring, and is still flowing a bit. 

But this touch awakens you slightly and you realize it's me, moaning my name as my finger tease your clit. I'm not sure if you're awake or dreaming, in the midst of some dream, but you quiver and breathe more heavily now. I am so turned on by your reaction; my cock twitches against your ass. I can't wait any longer to be in you, so I lift your leg a bit to cross mine. My cock finds the moist folds of your pussy and with a quick thrust—I’m in you—MMMMphhh---you groan back in your throat. You are fully awake now, sighing and eyelids fluttering with each thrust. I'm still rubbing your clit from the front as I fuck you from behind; it’s such an exquisite feeling. 

I shift you on your stomach, your face in the pillow, and put your ass up just enough so I can still reach your clit. Now I can give you the full length of my cock from tip to base. My pace quickens, pounding you harder. My balls feel so full, and you can feel them hit your labia as I thrust. My fingers move from your clit to your asshole, rubbing slow circles, tickling you and your moans are loud but muffled into the pillow. 

Soon I feel your pussy contract around my cock and can sense you are about to cum. It's builds in slow waves, like the ocean outside, and then hits you in one final surge. Something inside me lets go and my control is lost, and I cum deep inside you, filling you up.

I collapse on your back, my cock still inside you. It's a luxurious feeling for both of us, slippery and sensuous. 

"I was just starting to dream about you, and then you here," you say. "That was so amazing... So how did you know I was here?"

"I have my spies." I laugh. I tell you of how I heard about the cabin from your friends and how I was able to get away. "I thought you would like a surprise."

We talk a bit more, but soon the see breeze lulls us to sleep, spooned close together again. More sensuous dreams fill our heads until morning, when more dreams become real.



The Beach House



She could feel the shaking through the fogginess of her sleep.

"Kelli…" came the voice, strong yet quiet. Her eyes opened slowly to find her Masters face looking in at her, the white walls of the bathroom looking too bright to her sleepy eyes.

"Are you exhausted, my little one?" she heard him ask. She rubbed her eyes and reached out to turn off the taps to the shower, realizing she had fallen asleep under the steamy water. Her body ached from their play, the bruises and welts stunningly dark against her milk white skin.

"Get up and dry off. I want you in the living room in 2 minutes…and so help me, if there is one stitch of clothing on that body of yours, you'll wear my hand across your face."

Kelli nodded slightly, her eyes downcast. She sighed as He left the bathroom, the sound escaping her before she could drag it back. She knew He'd heard her when he thundered "NOW, slut!"

She dragged her weary body up and quickly dried herself, procrastinating slightly. She left her hair out, the curls sticking to her shoulders, rivulets of water running down her chest and stomach. She could feel one trickle of water part and run on either side of her nipple, acting to harden it further than it already was.

He watched her enter the room, her hair wet and her body still dewy in places. This sight alone served to rouse his cock, but He focused on the task at hand. 

"I don't like to be worried, Kelli." His voice was quiet and calm. "I warned you not to make me worried, but you have." He brushed her cheek with the back of His hand, and then slapped her across the face, gently but hard enough to leave her skin tingling and slightly flushed.

He stepped behind her and knelt, attaching the leather cuffs to her ankles. She heard the click of the snaps as He connected the spreader bar, inching her ankles to almost 2 feet apart. She moved her hands behind her back, her excellence in training showing. He bound her hands quickly and expertly, then gave her rump a swat. 

Kelli kept her eyes downcast, and so his next move took her by surprise. He swept her up, one arm behind her knees, the other around her back, and carried her out the back door of the beach house.

"Stand." He commanded, settling her down on the back step. She stood motionless, bound and vulnerable, and listened to the back door shut.

While the beach wasn't frequented by people, there was the odd passer by, who glanced at her and hurried past. Her skin was tingling with the heat of the sun, tuning a pale pink colour as the rays burned her skin slightly.

Soon, she heard the door open again and felt His hand on the back of her neck. He slid a finger through her wetness from behind, noting happily the level of her arousal. With a firm grip on her neck, he bit her ear gently, stiffening with the sound of her moan. Then, without warning, he threw her forward. She landed sprawled on the hot sand, her arms unable to break her fall.

"Hey!" she heard, before seeing two pairs of sandled feet running toward her. "What the hell are you doing?!" demanded a voice. She heard her Masters reply and started to worry. 

"Handling my slave." He said. The newcomers looked skeptical. "She's being insubordinate. However, she enjoys this as much as I do. Have a look for yourselves."

She felt movement behind her and an arm around her hips, bringing her to her knees. Then she felt it, a fingertip slipping between her folds. She gasped as two fingers delved within her. "Just one finger, gentleman, she's awful tight, and I don't want you damaging my belonging."

She felt a fist in her hair and was lifted to her feet, her Master pressed close. She saw the new comers faces, and noticed the bulge in both their shorts. He noticed them too, and had an idea.

"You're welcome to fuck her. She's such a little slut; no doubt she'd take you both at once." The men looked at each other, then at her body, taking in her full breasts with their pierced nipple, the curve of her white throat, stark against the black leather collar tight around it. Her tiny waist and shaved pussy…all so enticing. Both nodded their heads, and all four trooped inside, her Master dragging her by the hair.



Inside, He bent and removed the spreader bar, her ankles red from the cuffs. She stood with her head bowed as the two men in front of her looked at her, desire in their eyes and filling their pants.

"She loves double fucking, don't you slut? In fact she'd love it if we all fucked her, two cocks in one hole." Kelli's eyes widened as she lifted her head, the word escaping her lips before she had time to consider. "No..." she whispered, wincing as soon as it was out.

"What?!?!" yelled her Master, wrapping his hand around her throat and squeezing tight, pulling the air from her. "You tell these gentlemen you want to be fucked. You tell them you want to feel all of us in you at one. You tell them you want to be stretched and used. NOW!"

Kelli sucked in a small breath and began, her Masters throbbing hard cock brushing her fingertips through the fabric of his pants. "I want you to fuck me. I want you all in me together. I want to be stretched, used and abused."

He whisper "Good slut" in her ear, then demanded she get into position, uncuffing her hands as He spoke.

She walked to the lounge in the middle of the room and knelt on the edge, her knees around a foot apart. She leant forward and placed her hands on the back on the lounger, body taut, her ass and pussy open an available, as was her mouth. She heard her Master sit in the chair in the corner. "Gentlemen?" He said, and Kelli heard them unbutton their shorts and get undressed. 

She closed her eyes as she felt them move behind her. She felt goose bumps rise with the knowledge that her Master was watching her, allowing her to be taken by strangers. Selling her. 

She felt herself get wetter, and gasped as she felt one of the men kneel behind her and part her puffy pink lips, darting his tongue against her slit. Her back arched, presenting herself more openly to him, and she shuddered as his tongue delved deep into her. 

She felt a finger underneath her chin, and looked up to find the other man in front of her, his cock hard and probing against her lips. She parted them slightly and he slid into her mouth, stopping when he hit the back of her throat. A smile played at his lips as his hand wrapped around her hair. He drew back and thrust hard, his cock slamming down her throat, burying her nose in his pubic hair.

Kelli struggled for breath as his cock slammed harder and faster into her mouth, the tongue probing her pussy, teasing her clit and sliding up her slit to tickle her tight little asshole. She could feel heat beginning to spread through her stomach as her climax began its steady build.

As soon as it was there, the tongue was gone, and the thrusting began to slow and ease. Kelli wondered if she had done something wrong when she felt a familiar hand run up her spine, His fingertips playing gently with the base of her neck. 

She turned her head slightly, never letting the cock in her mouth go. She saw her Master, naked and hard, standing beside her. She noticed the chain in his hands and readied herself for the pain as the clamps closed tightly on her nipples. He had removed the rubber tips, and the metal teeth dug into her flesh, drawing blood. Kelli cried out around the cock in her mouth, and was rewarded with a fast hard slap that left a welt on her ass.

"Move aside slut, and let the gentleman sit down. Don't stop sucking that cock though." He warned her. Kelli closed her knees and slid aside, keeping her lips closed tightly around the mans cock. Once the other man was seated, she straddled him and looked to her Master for approval. All she got was a slight nod of the head, and then the mans hips were on her, dragging her down onto his stiff dick.

She moaned as all 8 inches slid deep into her tight little hole, flushing with satisfaction and happiness when she heard him exclaim how tight she was. The man in her mouth smiled at her, as if he knew something she did not. She felt the slit in the end of his cock and flicked her tongue over it, letting the tip enter explore and taste his pre cum. She closed her eyes, happy that once again the warmth in her thighs had returned. 

He smiled down at His slave, her obliviousness obvious. He reached under her and took a hold of the chain connecting the clamps on her nipples. Still she did not realize. In one fluid and vicious movement, he rammed his cock deep into her ass, pulling the chain down hard and fierce.

Kelli did not scream this time – she couldn't. Her throat was clogged and full of the mans cum, and she was trying to swallow it all with spilling a drop. The man beneath her and her Master started thrusting into her, the heads of their cocks touching through the thin skin inside her. The semi-hard cock left her mouth and Kelli gasped as once more the two men pumped into her, her Master pulling the chain fiercely. The man in front of her disappeared, and Kelli arched her back, allowing both men deeper penetration of her. She felt a hand on her back, and by the time it reached her ass, she realized what it sought. She felt the man insert his finger into her ass, stretching her asshole further as her Master continued to pound into her, her thighs bruising with the contact. The man under her started to grunt and she realized he was close to cumming, as was she.

Kelli saw the other man sit in a chair opposite her, and she kept his gaze as her Master and his friend pounded her. He smiled sadistically, and she knew he had found his place within the ranks of the sadistic and masochistic. Kelli never pulled her eyes from him, still tasting his cum in her mouth.

The man beneath her suddenly grabbed her waist, pulling her down harder onto him. Both men had found a rhythm, and she was never without one cock completely inside her. Her Masters hands began to sting her skin and He slapped her bare ass cheeks, turning them crimson. She whimpered as she teetered at the edge of her own orgasm, and was relieved when the man beneath her shot his load deep into her pussy, biting her shoulder in the process.

Still holding the mans eyes, Kelli smiled and cried out as her own orgasm began to rip through her, her muscles contracting on her Masters cock still in her ass, the semi hard cock in her pussy again reaching full attention. Then she felt powerful arms lift her up, tearing the cocks from her body. Her stomach contracted with the ebbing remnants of her orgasm, her juices and the mans cum trickling down her thigh as her Master laid her on the floor.

"Gentlemen, I think she needs to be marked." 

Kelli lay back as the three men stood around her, tugging furiously on their cocks. She marveled at the beautiful pillars of flesh, their head swollen and purple. She could feel herself getting hot again and rubbed her thighs together, rousing herself again. It didn't take much, this close after having an orgasm, to get her to the brink again, and as the three men shot their cum over her, Kelli felt the warmth seep through her again, wetting the floorboards beneath her.



The Beach House



Maria was laying on the beach, reading a book. She was on a blanket, and had her water bottle nearby. She looked up from her book to watch the children playing in the sand down the beach as the waves came in and washed out the sand castle they were building. She chuckled at the antics of a little girl and her dog, romping in the surf. She went back to her reading. 

Moments later, the sunlight falling on her book was blocked by a shadow. She looked up to see the outline of a man standing there. She sat up and lifted her hand above her eyes to block out the sun, giving her a better view of the man. She started with his feet, which were quite large, but perfectly formed. He had solid ankles, well-formed calves, strong knees, very muscular thighs, lean hips, rock-hard abs, a broad chest and shoulders, powerful arms which tapered to large strong hands. His neck was well-muscled, and he had hair that shone like the sun itself, a bright golden tan color, like the color of a lion. His face was like the sculpture of a Greek god that she had seen in a museum one time, perfectly formed cheek bones, a slightly sloping nose, full pouty lips that were built for kissing, and a pair of icy blue-green eyes that could melt stone if he looked at it hard enough. 

Maria almost fainted when she heard the deep resonance of his voice as he said, "Hello there. I'm Bruce." 

She smiled and said, "Hi Bruce. I'm Maria." 

"May I sit down, Maria?" he asked nicely. She nodded and he sat beside her, stretching his legs out in front of him. Maria couldn't help looking him over real good. He was wearing a tiny tight-fitting pair of swimtrunks that clearly left nothing to the female imagination. 

Maria thought to herself, "Damn! He's got quite a package there! I wonder what it looks and feels like!" With that thought, a twinkle appeared in her eyes. Bruce saw it and slid his hand over to hers. 

He had been looking at her the same way she was him, and he liked what he saw. Maria had silky waist-length raven black hair, eyes the color of a summer sky, skin the color of fresh cream, a slender figure holding full, lush breasts, a slim flat tummy, wide hips and long slim legs atop tiny feet. He asked her, "Would you like to come and have a drink with me at my house down the beach?" She nodded and they got up from the sand after Maria packed her book and stuff away into her tote bag. Bruce picked up her blanket and shook out the sand, then folded it over his arm. 

He took her hand and they walked down the beach, the soft breeze blowing her hair all around her. Minutes later, they stopped in front of a cabin-style house, just off the beach trail. Maria looked around and said, "OH Bruce! It's beautiful!" The house was small, but had a large porch. At one end of the porch was a hot tub surrounded almost completely by tall potted plants, creating a private area. Bruce led her up the steps to the door, opening it for her to walk inside. 

He took her tote bag and put it on the chair by the door with the blanket. "Make yourself at home, Maria. I'll get us something to drink." Bruce said as he walked into the kitchen. Maria walked over to the large picture window and saw the beach peeking through the trees and bushes of the tropical forest. 

She looked around and saw a fireplace, a table and a pair of chairs by the window, a beige colored sofa against the wall across from the fireplace, a staircase going upstairs by the doorway that led to the kitchen, and several pictures, paintings and photographs spread around the room on the walls, mantle and tables. Maria stood by the window and waited for Bruce. Minutes later, he came from the kitchen carrying a tray with two glasses of ice, and a pitcher of ice cold lemonade on it. 

"I have been watching you for a few days now, and I want to get to know you better, much better." he said with a wink and a gentle smile. Bruce turned on his stereo to some soft music, and led her to the sofa. They sat down and he took her hand in his, caressing it tenderly. "I have watched you from that window every day for the last week, Maria. I know that you might be a bit scared or nervous, but there's no need to be. I want to make love to you, here and now." he said. 

He pulled her close and kissed her gently, his tongue caressing her lips, tempting them to part and allow him access to her mouth. Her lips slowly parted, and his tongue slipped inside to caress her tongue. He slid his hand up her back and slowly untied the strings of her swimsuit top, letting it fall onto her lap and expose her lush breasts to his hungry gaze. His hand slid around and gently cupped one breast, gently squeezing the nipple. She slid her hand down and brushed her fingers across the sizable bulge in the front of his trunks. 

He took her hand and pushed it under the waistband of his trunks and she immediately began to stroke his hard shaft. He groaned and his hand slid from her breast down to caress her mound thru her swimsuit bottoms. His finger slipped under the leg band and into her wetness, finding the little hardened nub of her. He stroked her slowly, and she moaned and raised her hips, letting him in deeper. He quickly stripped off her bottoms, and then took off his. He laid her back on the couch and got between her legs, and started licking her, parting the flesh gently and probing his tongue within her honeyed flesh. 

She moaned loudly as he slid in 2 fingers and started stroking her g-spot. Within moments, she was screaming his name and cum was gushing over his fingers and tongue. He got up on the couch and positioned himself at her wet hole, pressing into her slowly. When he was completely embedded within her, he began moving slowly at first, then gradually picking up his pace, going faster and faster, harder and deeper within her hot wetness. He felt her muscles start to contract as her orgasm came upon her again. 

Her legs came up and tightened around his waist. Within moments, his own climax hit and his hot sticky cum shot deep inside her as he growled her name. They were both panting and trying to catch their breath as he collapsed on her, kissing her deeply. "That was even better than I had dreamed, Maria. Thank you so much." he said. 

"You are welcome, Bruce. We should get together more for this. Maybe tomorrow, same time?" she said. 

He thought for a moment then said, "It's a date, baby." Then he kissed her again and helped her get her swimsuit back on before walking her home, just a half mile down the beach from his house.

The Beach House, Part 2

Bruce and Maria walked to her house, which was a small white house surrounded by a white picket fence. There was a large front porch which held a large swing and 2 rocking chairs, several potted plants and a few hanging baskets of flowers. The trim and shutters were painted green, as was the mail box by the front gate. There were lots of flowers planted along the fence, front walk, and the porch, displaying a wide variety of plant life and colors.

Maria looked up at Bruce and said, "Well, this is where I live. Would you like to come in for a while?" 

He looked at the house and then back at her, then said, "I'd love to, Maria, but I'm not exactly dressed for paying a social call right now. I could go home and change into something more appropriate, and then come back, in say, an hour?" She had almost forgotten that he was only wearing a pair of swimtrunks. 

"That would be fine, Bruce. I'll change my clothes too, and you can stay for dinner. I'm sure my housekeeper, Miss Rosie, wouldn't mind cooking a bit extra tonight." she replied.

Bruce kissed her goodbye, then left, walking back along the beach to his own house. After he left, Maria went inside, tossing her totebag on the chair by the door. Miss Rosie came out of the kitchen and said, "Miss Maria, dinner will be ready soon. I made baked chicken breast with tossed salad and baked potatoes and strawberry wine. Is that ok for tonight?" 

Maria nodded her head and said, "That's fine, Rosie. Is there enough for two people? I've invited a guest for dinner, who will be here in about an hour. Also, would you whip up some of your delicious chocolate mousse with whipped cream for dessert?" 

The housekeeper nodded, then went back in the kitchen to finish dinner while Maria went to her bedroom and undressed, tossing her bathing suit into the laundry. She slid her robe on and went to the bathroom to shower and wash the sand from her hair and skin. Fifteen minutes later, she came out of the bathroom in her robe, went in her room and chose a short skirt, white t-shirt, thong panties and a lace bra. She dressed, did her hair and make-up, then slid on her pink sandals before going to the dining room and setting the table for 2, complete with candles and flowers. Miss Rosie was bringing out the dinner and setting it on the sideboard along the wall until Maria's guest arrived.

Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. Rosie answered the door, and saw Bruce standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand, tight jean shorts and a white muscle shirt on his body, and black leather sandals on his feet. "I'm here to see Maria. She invited me to dinner tonight." Bruce said as Miss Rosie let him in. Maria heard him and came out of the dining room to greet her guest. 

"Hi Bruce! I'm glad you were able to come to dinner." she said as she got up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek gently. He gave her the flowers, which she gave to Rosie to put in a vase of water. She led him to the dining room, where dinner waited for them. The table was set with a pair of emerald green plates with matching napkins, two crystal wine glasses, a pair of emerald green taper candles in crystal holders, and the bouquet of flowers that Bruce had given her, set in the middle of the table between the candles. Maria took the plates of chicken, salad, and potatoes from the sideboard and placed them on the table, then got the dressing bottle and the salt & pepper shakers and the bowl of sour cream, placing them on the table too. Then they both sat down to eat and Bruce poured the wine into the glasses. They talked and laughed for over an hour, until Rosie knocked on the door casing to say that dessert was ready for them. Maria motioned for her to bring in the dessert, sitting a bowl of chocolate mousse topped with whipped cream in front of both of them. 

"That'll be all for tonight, Rosie. I will clean up and do the dishes after dinner. You may go home now. Good night, Rosie." Maria said with a smile. Rosie said good night to both her and Bruce, then left. After Rosie left, and they finished eating, Maria rose and began gathering the dirty dishes. Bruce helped her carry everything into the kitchen, purposely brushing against her as he walked by. She knew he was teasing her, and she enjoyed it. They did the dishes together, then went into the livingroom. 

They sat on the sofa, and Maria turned on the TV to her favorite movie, Titanic. They watched it for a while, then Bruce took her hand in his and placed it over the bulge in the front of his shorts. Maria looked at him and saw the desire burning in his eyes. She smiled and leaned closer and placed a kiss upon his lips as her hand slowly brushed over his large bulge. His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt and he found her already damp and ready for loving. She slid her hand into the waist band of his shorts and swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped them, allowing his hard shaft to pop free. She looked down at it and saw that he was fully erect, and waiting for her. She leaned down and kissed it gently, then flicked her tongue over the purple-red head.

The Beach House, part 3

Maria began stroking his shaft slowly as he slid his hand under her hair on the back of her neck, pulling her close for a kiss. His tongue drifted slowly over her lips, and gently probed inside her mouth to caress her teeth and tongue. She gave his shaft a gentle squeeze, and he growled, "Keep doing that baby, and you'll be in trouble! Hehehe!" He winked at her and then she squeezed him again, a bit harder this time. He growled louder, then suddenly pushed her back on the couch and pushed her skirt up her legs to bunch around her waist. He ripped her thong panties off and spread her thighs wide, then buried his mouth in her black silky curls between her legs, his tongue plunging deep into her hot wet flesh.

Her hands flew to tangle in his mane of thick golden hair, pressing him into her deeper. His tongue sought and found the swollen bud of her womanhood and stroked it lovingly as he pressed two fingers into her hot sheath, making a "come hither" motion against her g-spot. Shocks of pleasure shot through her and she pressed against him harder, moaning and writhing, trying to get him deeper into her. "Ohhhhhhh Bruce! I can't take it anymore! Take me now, darling! Make love to me NOW!!!" she moaned breathlessly. 

"Not yet, baby. Now it's your turn to pleasure me, then I'll make love to you." he said as he sat back on the couch, pulling her up with him. She knelt on the floor in front of him and he moved his feet apart so she could get between his knees. She took his swollen member in her hand, his balls in the other hand, and started massaging and stroking him. Her tongue flicked out and caressed the head of his cock, running the tip under the ridge at the head of his shaft. He groaned and put his hands on either side of her head, guiding his shaft into her open mouth. She closed her lips tight around him and started caressing him with her tongue and hands as her teeth raked along his velvety skin. She began sucking harder, taking him deeper into her mouth, all eight thick inches of him. 

She stroked and sucked him for several minutes before he growled, "That's enough baby! Any more and I'm gonna shoot my load in your mouth! I want to feel you around me when I shoot!" He said, "Get on your hands and knees, baby. I want to do you doggy style." Maria got on all fours and Bruce positioned himself to enter her from behind. He placed his hands on her hips and slowly pushed himself into her body. She moaned as he filled her completely and started moving within her. She unbuttoned her shirt with 1 hand and his hand crept up to cup her breast, squeezing the nipple gently. He leaned over her slightly and his other hand slid down between her legs and began rubbing against her clit. She tossed her head from side to side with pleasure, moaning and panting with each thrust of his shaft, each caress of his hands. Her long silky raven hair was like a sheet of silk over her back, and hanging around her like a curtain.

Bruce grabbed up a fist full of her hair and pulled her upright against him while he continued thrusting within her. She turned her head and he kissed her as his hands cupped both breasts. She placed her hands on the couch to keep herself upright and within moments, she was on the verge of collapse as her orgasm hit her hard. The muscles of her sheath contracted tightly around Bruce's throbbing hardness. She was breathing so hard that she could barely speak when she said, "Ohhh Bruce! You are soooooo good, sweetheart!" 

Seconds later, his shaft pulsed within her sheath as he released his juices deep inside her. He tightened his arms around her waist, holding her close as he throbbed within her. He placed tender kisses on her cheek and neck and shoulders as they sank to the floor in each other's arms. "Baby, that was great! I think we're going to have to do this every day! Maybe tomorrow night on the beach, say, around 9-ish if that's ok honey?" Bruce whispered in her ear. She was still breathing heavily, so she just nodded her head as she snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed her deeply on the lips as his hands lazily slid over her body, caressing her tenderly.

The Beach House, part 4

Maria looked at Bruce, her hand trailing lazy circles on his chest. "Bruce, would you like to spend the night here tonight with me?" she asked. 

He smiled down at her and said, "Baby, I'd love to, but I didn't bring any extra clothes with me. I can run home and get some though." 

She smiled at him and said, "Why don't we walk to your house, get your clothes, then go to the beach for awhile." 

Bruce thought for a moment, looked out the window, then said, "Yeah babe, we can do that. The moon's bright and the beach is deserted, and I know just the right place we can go after we bring my change of clothes back here. Go put a blanket into your beach tote while I get us some champagne and a couple of glasses from your kitchen, then we'll get dressed and go." 

Maria reluctantly got up from the floor, and Bruce gave her a playful swat on her butt as she started for the stairs. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, placed her hands on either side of the stairwell, looked over her shoulder at Bruce and gave him a saucy little smile as she shook her butt at him, then ran up the stairs as she heard him growl. When she disappeared up the stairway, Bruce got dressed. He went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of pink champagne. He looked in the broom closet for the picnic basket, which was on the top shelf in the closet. He put the basket on the table, put in the champagne, two glasses which he took from the cupboard, a plate of strawberries, and a dish of whipped cream. He closed the basket and carried it back to the livingroom, placing it on the chair by the door.

Moments later, Maria came down the stairs, still nude, but carrying her beach tote with a blanket in it. Bruce handed her clothes to her and he helped her dress, holding her sandals for her while she slipped her feet into them, buttoning her shirt for her, and zipping her skirt for her. She quickly ran her brush thru her hair and put it in a ponytail, then Bruce took her hand, grabbed the basket, and they left to walk to his house. Ten minutes later, they walked up the front steps to his house and he unlocked the door. She sat on the couch and waited for him to pack a few clothes into his duffel bag in his room. He yelled out to her, "Baby, can you go in the kitchen and grab my camping lantern off the shelf in the closet, and a pack of matches from the top drawer by the fridge?" 

"Yeah Bruce, I'll get them for you." she yelled back as she went into the kitchen.

She found the lantern and the matches, and brought them out from the kitchen as Bruce emerged from his bedroom, a small duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He took the lantern and checked it to make sure it had fuel in it. "The lantern is low on fuel. I'll go in the kitchen and get the bottle to refill it before we go." he said. He went in the kitchen and found the fuel, then refilled the lantern. He put the extra fuel in the outer pocket on the bag, then they left the house. Maria carried the lantern and Bruce carried the basket and his bag. As they walked along the beach, they talked about past relationships, lost loves, new love, and other stuff too. About a half hour after they left Bruce's house, they turned off the beach onto a trail leading into the woods. 

They stopped and Bruce lit the lantern. Maria took the picnic basket and Bruce carried the lantern to lead the way along the trail. Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at a clearing by a small pond. Bruce placed the lantern on a tree stump, and the entire clearing lit up with the light from it. Maria looked around and noticed a large tent set up about 30 feet away from where they were standing. She looked at Bruce and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd say that you had this little outing all planned ahead of time." 

Bruce grinned sheepishly, and said, "Yeah baby, I did. I came out here this afternoon and set it up for us. Go look inside the tent, baby." She walked over to the tent, Bruce behind her with the lantern. She moved the door flap aside and went inside. As the light from the lantern lit up the tent, she saw a large cot the size of a full sized bed against one wall. There were a pair of large fluffy pillows and several blankets on the cot. 




The Beach House



Beside the bed was a large flat-topped trunk which had a small table cloth spread over it and a pair of candlesticks in the center of it. Bruce hung the lantern on a hook that hung down from the center pole of the tent, then tossed his duffel bag and Maria's tote bag on the bed. He put the basket on the trunk and pulled Maria into his arms, his mouth descending slowly to kiss her fully on the lips. She lifted her arms and put them around his neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth to seduce hers with loving strokes and caresses. He raised his head and said, "We can stay here tonight if you'd like to, babe. I'm kind of hoping that you say you will." She looked around, then looked into his eyes and saw the desire and hope there. 

After a moment, she replied, "Yeah, Bruce, I'll stay here with you tonight."

He smiled, then took the bags off the bed, placing them in the corner of the tent. He took Maria by the hand and pulled her down to sit on the bed beside him. He kissed her deeply and his fingers tangled in her hair as he slipped it free of the ponytail holder. His other hand slid up under her shirt to cup her breast. His thumb and fingers lightly squeezed the nipple, sending an erotic shockwave through Maria's body that puddled into liquid heat deep down in her stomach. She moaned softly as he slowly lifted the bottom of her shirt up and removed it from her, tossing it to the ground. He captured her nipple between his lips and gently tugged on it before sucking it into his mouth. He caressed and squeezed the other with his hand before his mouth captured that one. Maria ran her hands up his arms and shoulders, massaging gently along the way, until her hands buried themselves in his mane of thick golden hair.

As Bruce loved her breasts, he slid one hand down her leg to slide up under her skirt, deftly slipping under her panties and caressing her intimately. She stood up and took off her sandals, skirt and panties, then laid on the bed beside him. She said, "You know, hun, this would be much easier with both of us undressed." Bruce stood up and quickly undressed, then joined Maria on the bed. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. He placed little butterfly kisses on her eyelids, nose, cheeks and chin, then left a trail of blazing hot kisses down her throat to her plump breasts, where he laved them both with his coarse tongue until she moaned. He continued his kisses, trailing down her belly to her woman's mound. 

His fingers slid themselves into the dark "V" of curls and he felt the dampness of her hot flesh as he slid a finger deep into her and began stroking her. She arched her back and raised her hips to meet his hand thrusts as she reached down and started to stroke his hardening shaft. He slid down and got between her legs. His tongue flicked out and licked where his fingers were moving in and out of her body. She gasped at the new exquisite feelings that were coursing through her body at this first invasion by Bruce's tongue in that way. She raised her legs up and placed her feet on his shoulders, giving him better access to her body. His fingers began moving faster and within seconds, she was climaxing and her juices were flowing over his hand and fingers. He sat up and she did too. She laid on her belly and started stroking him. Her tongue flicked out and caressed his hard shaft. 

The Beach House, Part 5

She licked him, from base to tip and back down again, and over his ball sack, gently sucking them into her mouth one at a time. Bruce groaned and said, "Oh my God, baby. That's sooo good! Don't stop!" Maria smiled up at him and then took his entire length into her mouth, gently caressing him with her tongue and teeth. He slid his finger into her and stroked her while she licked, sucked, nibbled and kissed his hard throbbing shaft. She moaned as he brought her to orgasm again. Suddenly, she sat up and straddled his waist, slowly lowering herself onto his throbbing rod. He groaned with pleasure as she raised and lowered herself over and over and over again. Bruce put his hands on her hips, raising and lowering her in a steady rhythm, grinding against her with each downstroke. His right thumb slid down to press against her clit and he slowly stroked her with it.

Within moments, he felt her sheath contract around him as the orgasm overtook her, her body shaking and trembling with passionate release. He continued thrusting within her until his own release approached, and shattered within her, spilling his seed deep inside her hot wet love canal. She collapsed on top of him, her cheek pressed against his chest. She listened to his heart as it beat quickly in her ear. She flicked her tongue out and tickled his nipple with it. He chuckled, and she giggled. "That tickles, baby. Wow, honey, that was some great love-making! I'm so glad you came out here with me tonight." Bruce said before he kissed her forehead. 

She rolled off him and snuggled close to him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I am too, Bruce. I'm hungry too, what's in the basket?" she asked as she lazily trailed her fingers through the sandy colored hair on his chest.

He sat up and got off the bed, walked to the trunk and opened the basket after he lit the candles. He pulled out a covered dish of strawberries, a tub of whipped cream, a bottle of wine and two glasses, two plates and linen napkins. Maria sat up on the bed and said, "What is there to eat, Bruce?" He placed some strawberries and whipped cream on each of the plates, then poured wine into each glass. He turned around and handed her a plate, napkin and a glass of wine. He took one of the strawberries from her plate, dipped it in the whipped cream, and held it out to her. She licked it seductively, then took a small bite of it, holding his hand steady with her own. She had a tiny bit of whipped cream on her lip, so Bruce leaned over and licked it off as he kissed her tenderly.

Maria took another berry and dipped it, then held it out for Bruce to eat. She flicked it up just before he bit it, and got some whipped cream on the tip of his nose. They both laughed as he wiped it off with one of the napkins. "So, you want to play dirty, huh baby?" he said huskily. Maria winked and gave him a very sexy smile. He knew that to be a yes answer from her, so he reached over and took the wine glass and plate from her, then took the tub of whipped cream from the trunk top and dipped his finger into it. He rubbed the whipped cream on her breast, drawing a heart design around her nipple with it. Then he licked it off, and sucked hungrily upon her nipple. He repeated the process with the other nipple and breast.

She moaned softly as he suckled her breasts, placing more whipped cream on her skin. She looked down into his eyes and said, "Save some of that whipped cream for me, babe." He took one more blob of whipped cream and spread it over her woman's mound, then licked it off very slowly, especially over her clit and swollen wet lips. "Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh my God, Bruce! That feels wonderful." she said breathlessly. She pulled him up and pushed him back on the bed. Maria grabbed the tub of whipped cream and a few strawberries from the plate. She put the berries on Bruce's belly, then dipped her hand into the whipped cream, removing an egg-size blob of it. She slowly spread it over his partially erect shaft, and he closed his eyes to savor the feelings she was invoking in him.

She took one of the berries, pulled off the stem with her teeth, then slid the berry along the length of his cock, leaving a trail of strawberry juice on him in the whipped cream. She licked the berry, then ate it slowly, the juice trickling down her chin. She repeated that process with 3 more berries, then leaned up and kissed Bruce deeply on the mouth. He licked the berry juice from her chin, then kissed her again. She moved back down to his lap and took his cock deep into her mouth, licking and sucking all the whipped cream off of him. By the time she had all the whipped cream licked off, he was fully erect and ready for her. She laid on the bed beside him, and whispered in his ear, "Make love to me now, please Bruce! I am so hot and wet and ready for you, dear. I want you to fuck my pussy hard, baby!" 

He didn't need to be told twice. He quickly moved between her legs and thrust deep inside her with one swift stroke. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. He began moving slowly at first, then gradually increasing speed. He leaned down and suckled her breasts as he thrust deep within her sheath, in and out, in and out, faster and harder and deeper with each thrust. She dug her fingernails into the firm flesh on his shoulders as the orgasm hit her hard. The muscles of her vagina contracted tightly around his cock and within seconds, he was climaxing deep inside her as he let out an animal-like growl with his release. He collapsed on her, his weight braced on his elbows, and kissed the tip of her nose. "Baby, that was so damned good! Even better than last time, sweetheart." 

"I agree, Bruce. I love making love to you. It's always so exciting and fun! I love you, Bruce." He just looked at her, speechless after that declaration. She looked at him and said, "Don't you love me, Bruce?" 

He blinked a few times, then said, "Of course I love you, honey. What made you think I didn't? I was just surprised, that's all, baby. Now, what do you say about going down to the beach and washing off the whipped cream stickiness, then coming back here and getting some sleep?" 

She blushed and said, "I'd love to, but I don't have any other clothes here with me, and we don't have any towels to dry off with." 

He laughed and said, "That's no problem, baby. We can run to your house and you can get some clothes and we can grab some towels, then go to the beach and swim a bit before coming back here." 

The Beach House Part 6

They got dressed, and Bruce took the lantern from the hook. Maria took his hand and they left the tent, following the path back to the beach. They went to Maria's house and she went up on the porch. She found a note stuck to the door, took it off and went inside. Bruce left the lantern on the porch and followed her in. When Maria turned on the light, she opened the envelope and removed the note from it. It was from her best friend, Kallie: "Hey Maria! Just wondering if you were gonna be home tomorrow afternoon. Pete and I wanna invite you and Bruce to a barbeque at our cabin at noon. Call me! Oh, bring your swimsuits too! See you both there! Love Kallie" 

Maria turned to Bruce and said, "We've been invited to a barbeque tomorrow at Kallie & Pete's house at noon, and we're to bring our swimsuits. Do you want to go with me?"

Bruce looked at her and smiled, "Sure baby, I'll go with you." She smiled and put the note on the cork board by the phone, then went into the bedroom and threw a few clothes, her travel clock, and some toiletries into her backpack. She came out to find Bruce standing there in the doorway for the kitchen holding a bottle of chocolate syrup. He had a very mischievous grin on his face and she wondered what he was planning with it. She raised her eyebrow and looked at him questioningly. He shrugged and said, "More dessert." and winked at her. 

She laughed and said, "Go in the bathroom and grab some towels, honey, so we can go for our swim." He pushed away from the door and went to the bathroom. She slapped his butt as he walked by her, giving her the chocolate as he passed.

She put the bottle in her bag and waited for him to come out with the towels. A moment later, he appeared with three towels and a blanket, which he put in Maria's backpack. They went out on the porch and Maria locked the door. Bruce lit the lantern again, and they went to the beach, closest to where the tent is. Bruce took the blanket from her bag and spread it out on the sand, about twenty feet from the water. They undressed and left the clothes on the blanket, going into the water, naked. The water was warm against their skin. Bruce held Maria's hand as they waded out into the surf, the water splashing against their legs. They went out about fifty feet, to where the water was up to their chests and Bruce pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. 

He pressed his lower body against hers and she could feel the evidence of his arousal against her belly. The water splashed against her breasts and dripped from her hard nipples. She put her hands up on his shoulders when he put his on her waist to lift her slightly. His hard shaft slipped between her legs to press against her mound and clit, sending shockwaves through her body. Her legs moved up and wrapped around Bruce's waist. She felt him probe her mound with his shaft before slipping inside her with one thrust. She gasped at the exquisite sensation of his intrusion of her body and she kissed him tenderly on the lips. Bruce tipped his head down and licked some water droplets from her breasts, then sucked one nipple into his mouth as he began moving within her steadily.

The water splashed against their heated skin as they made love in the water. Bruce put his hands beneath her thighs and held her tight against him as he repeatedly plunged his shaft deep into her love canal. She moaned loudly as her nails dug into his shoulders in rapture as the first orgasm hit her full force. The muscular contractions of her body caressed him and pulled him into her deeper with each squeeze, and within moments, he was releasing himself deep inside her. His throbbing release brought on another orgasm in Maria's body, and he felt her trembling as he slowly pulled from her body and let the water cool his heated flesh. They were both breathing hard, so they just stood there in the water, in each other's arms, hugging and kissing for a few moments before splashing water on themselves to clean up.

They swam around for about twenty minutes before getting out of the water and drying off. They wrapped the towels around themselves, picked up the blanket, lantern and Maria's backpack, then went back to the tent. When they got there, Bruce put everything in the corner of the tent, then pulled back the blankets on the bed so Maria could climb in. He covered her up, then packed away the stuff that was in the basket. He tied down the tent door flap, then tossed his towel on top of the bags in the corner. Bruce turned out the lantern after making sure that the matches were on the trunk in case he or Maria needed to get up during the night. He climbed into bed and pulled Maria close and kissed her deeply. 

"Good night, my love." he said to her. Maria looked up at him, but could only make out a dark shadow. 

She yawned and said, "Good night dear." Then she put her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest, yawned again, then fell asleep as she felt Bruce kiss her forehead and tighten his arm around her before he himself succumbed to the dream world.

The next morning, they woke up, dressed, and made a breakfast of the remaining strawberries, whipped cream and the chocolate syrup. Maria was sitting on the bed brushing her hair while Bruce was packing their stuff to go back to Maria's house. "We can go back to your house, honey, and shower before we go to that barbeque today. Did you call Kallie to let her know we would be there?" Bruce asked. 

Maria said, "I'll call her when I get to the house, dear. I need to know if she wants me to bring anything anyhow. Is everything ready to go?" 

He nodded and said, "Yeah baby, we're all packed and ready to leave. Let's go." She put her brush back into her backpack and slipped on her sandals, then put her back pack on her back and they left, Bruce carrying the lantern and basket, Maria carrying his bag and the totebag that they had put the towels and blanket in.

The Beach House, Part 7

They left the tent and went back to Maria's house. Bruce left the lantern on the table on the porch and they went inside. He took the basket into the kitchen and emptied it while Maria took care of the dirty laundry. She came back out to the livingroom and called Kallie, "Hey girl! It's Maria. We'll be at the barbeque today. Do you want me to bring anything for the meal? ...... Ok, I'll bring the chips and beer. See ya soon!" She hung up the phone and went into the kitchen. Bruce was cleaning up the plates and glasses at the sink. 

"Did you reach Kallie?" he asked after placing a kiss on her cheek. 

"Yeah I did. They want us to bring some chips and a twelve-pack of beer to the barbeque." she said as she opened the pantry door to look for the chips. 

Bruce said, "There's no beer left in the fridge, but I can run to the store and get it if you'd like me to." 

Maria turned to him and smiled, "Would you please? I'll even give you the money for it. Just let me go get my purse from the bedroom." 

Bruce put his hand on her arm as she turned to leave the kitchen and said,"No honey, I'm buying. Save your money. Is there anything else you want me to pick up while I'm at the store?" 

Maria thought a moment and said, "No dear, I don't need anything right now except that beer for the barbeque." 

Bruce kissed her deeply on the mouth with his arms wrapped tight around her in a big hug, then said, "I love you Maria. I'll be back soon, then we can go to the party." 

She smiled and said, "I love you too, Bruce. I'll take my shower while you're gone and I'll be ready when you get back. Drive carefully, my love." She kissed him good-bye and he left to go to the store.

She went into the bedroom, grabbed her clothes that she wanted to wear, a white half-shirt, a pair of tight cut-off jean shorts, and her black & white striped bikini swimsuit, laying the clothes on her bed. She went to the bathroom and started the water running in the shower while she undressed. She tossed her clothes into the laundry hamper, then stepped into the shower, letting the warm water flow over her sleek body as she wet her hair. She shampooed her hair and rinsed it, then poured some body wash onto her puff and lathered her body, sliding the suds over her arms, chest, breasts, tummy, and on down her legs , then up to clean her bottom and her back, where she could reach. She rinsed off then grabbed her razor and shaved her legs, finishing her shower. She turned off the water and grabbed her big fluffy green towel that was hanging on the wall by the tub, wrapping it around her naked body.

She grabbed another towel and dried her hair with it, grabbed her brush from the counter and went to the bedroom to dress. As she was in there, she heard the front door open and close. She heard a familiar voice yell out, "Honey, I'm Home!" 

She yelled back, "Welcome home baby! I'm in the bedroom dressing. Go take a shower and then we'll go." 

A moment later, Bruce was standing in the doorway smiling at her. "Aww darn it. I didn't get in here in time. You're already dressed." he said with a sad puppy-dog face. 

Maria laughed and said, "That's ok dear. You'll see it all later tonight, after the barbeque. Unless we can manage to sneak away for a little while when we're there." She tossed him the towel she had in her hand and pushed him to the bathroom so he could shower. She went and took his extra clothes from his duffel bag and took them in the bathroom for him. 

When she opened the door, he was standing there naked, his arms open to her for an embrace. She gave him a quick hug and said with a twinkle in her eye, "Take your shower or we'll be late for the party. We can sneak away while we're there and have some fun alone, honey." Then she left the bathroom. Bruce showered and dressed, then went to the kitchen to see Maria sitting at the table reading her mail. She looked up at him and smiled, then said, "Hey sexy! You look so handsome, babe. I could just eat you up right now." 

He chuckled and said, "Go right ahead, baby. I'll let ya. Although it may make us a bit late for the barbeque, I could go for a bit of a snack myself." She put down her mail and stood up, walked over to him and gave him a big bear hug and a kiss on the lips, soft as a butterfly's touch. He tried to pull her closer, but she put her hands on his chest to stop him.




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"There's no time for that right now, dear. We need to go. Can you grab the beer, please?" she asked. He sighed and nodded, grabbed the beer and they left to go to Kallie's barbeque. Kallie and her fiancé Pete lived on the other side of the island, so they got in Bruce's car and drove there. Twenty minutes later, they pulled into Kallie's driveway. A young blond haired woman came running out to greet them. Her hair was waist length, and flowing freely behind her as she strode toward them. She had a pleasant smile and perfect white teeth revealed by that smile. Her twinkling eyes were a bright lavender color. 

Maria jumped out of the car, ran and hugged the woman. "Oh Kallie! It's so great to see you again! I've missed you, my dear friend." 

Kallie stepped back and looked at Maria. "Girl, it's great to see you too! I see that this big oaf hasn't done you wrong yet, since he's still with ya here." she said as she looked over at Bruce, smiling at him.

Bruce took her in a hug and said, "It's good to see you again, Kallie. You should know that I'd never hurt anyone, especially not the woman I love. How are you, Kallie, and where's that no-good fiancé of yours?" They laughed as they walked to the house. 

Kallie said, "Pete's out back on the deck manning the grill and trying not to burn the steaks and burgers. Go on out and see him while Maria and I do some girl stuff." Kallie pushed him toward the sliding glass doors and he went outside to see Pete, who was sitting on a chair by the grill. 

Pete looked up and saw Bruce, then stood and shook hands with him. "Nice to see you again, Bruce." Pete said jovially. 

"Nice to see you too, Pete." Bruce said. 

Pete pointed to a chair and said, "Have a seat. Want a beer?" 

Bruce nodded and sat down while Pete grabbed a beer from the cooler beside him. Bruce looked at Pete for a moment. The man was tall, about six feet, with unruly black hair which was slightly graying at the temples, a neatly trimmed goatee, thin-set lips, and dark brown eyes. He was fit, wearing only a pair of shorts. His skin was tanned from hours in the sun. The men talked about sports, fishing, and many other topics while Maria and Kallie were in the kitchen preparing dinner and talking. Bruce kept looking toward the house and saw Maria there with Kallie, talking. One time he looked and she saw him and blew him a kiss and waved to him and he smiled. The girls were making the salads and side dishes to go with the meat that Pete was grilling. 

Kallie said, "I made two Dutch Apple pies for dessert, and we have the macaroni and potato salads, tossed salad, burgers, steaks, corn on the cob, and fruit salad for dinner, and there's beer, soda, iced tea and wine for drinks. Then after dinner, we can go for a dip in the pool or take a walk to the beach and swim in the ocean. It's up to you." 

Maria thought for a moment and said, "That sounds great, girlfriend. I'll see what Bruce thinks about it when I ask him over dinner." A couple minutes later, Pete and Bruce came inside. Pete was carrying the tray with the steaks and burgers on it, and Bruce had the tray with the corn on it. They put them on the counter and gave the ladies each a kiss and hug before dishing up their plates and sitting at the table to eat.

The Beach House part 8

An hour later, dinner eaten, dessert finished and the table cleared, they all worked together to clean up. The men did the dishes while the ladies put away the left over food. Pete poured four glasses of wine and they all went out onto the deck by the pool to sit and chat. After awhile, the ladies showed a bit of boredom from the conversation, so Kallie suggested that they take a walk on the beach. The men agreed and Bruce winked at Maria. She knew what he was thinking. They all went inside and changed into their swimsuits. The ladies talked while they changed and Maria said, "I'd bet that you and Pete would like some time to yourselves on the beach, huh Kallie? I think that Bruce does. Would it be ok if we went separate directions when we go to the beach, so we can have some alone time?" 

Kallie winked and said, "Yeah girl, that would be great. Do you want to take a couple towels or a blanket with you?" Maria nodded and Kallie took two large beach blankets from the closet in the hall as they went from the bedroom to the livingroom. Bruce and Pete were already there waiting for them. Kallie handed the blankets to the men and they left the house, each man holding his beloved's hand. Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the beach. Kallie winked at Maria as she tugged Pete down the beach. Maria and Bruce went in the opposite direction, walking along, hand in hand until they came to a trail leading into the woods. They followed the trail and it brought them to a small secluded lagoon surrounded by palm trees and white sand.

The water was crystal clear and Maria could see fish of many kinds swimming in it. She even spotted a few bright reddish-orange starfish among the rocks in the water. At the far end of the lagoon was a beautiful waterfall, splashing onto some rocks below. The falls was about fifteen feet high, and there were ferns and flowers all around it, surrounding it with beautiful greenery and bright colors in all shades of red, yellow and orange. Maria gasped at the beauty of the scene and was almost reluctant to spoil it by making love there. But Bruce took the blanket and spread it out on the sand near the waterfall end of the lagoon. He took her hand and pulled her to him, kissing her tenderly. His hands roamed up and down her back and butt, caressing every inch of her glorious skin. 

She wrapped her arms around him and caressed his back and shoulders gently as she kissed him back passionately. Her hands moved up and tangled in his thick mane of wheat colored hair, massaging his scalp tenderly. He slowly untied her bathing suit top and let it fall to the sand. He dipped his head and flicked her nipples with his tongue. She tipped her head back and her hair tumbled down her back and brushed seductively against his forearms, which were holding her close to him against her back. He sucked her nipples into his mouth, one at a time, licking and tasting each in turn until they were hardened little pebbles atop her lush full breasts. He left a blazing trail of hot kisses all over her breasts, and up to her lips again where he kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing erotically with hers.

He led her to the blanket and carefully laid her down. He took her breasts again, teasing her nipples with his fingers as he trailed kisses down her tummy. He dipped his tongue into her belly button, which caused her muscles to quiver. He chuckled and moved his lips down to the thin black fabric covering her treasure trove of tangy sweetness hidden under those dark luscious curls. His fingers brushed over her and he saw her tremble with anticipation. He gripped the waistband of her swim bottoms with his teeth and slowly tugged them down. As his mouth got closer to the object of his desire, he stopped tugging them. His tongue flicked out and caressed her swollen clit, making her arch her back in pleasure. She moaned and she said huskily, "Bruce, I need you so bad! Take me now, please!!!"

"Not yet sweetheart. Be patient." he replied as he removed her suit the rest of the way, tossing the bottoms onto the sand by the blanket. She spread her legs willingly for him and he pressed his lips to the damp heat of her sex, inhaling the scent of her like he was drawing in his last deep breath. He looked up at her and said, "Baby, you smell so damn good! I need to taste your sweet honey." 

She smiled and he used his fingers to spread her flesh open. His tongue licked her with long slow steady strokes, making the fire in her loins burn hotter and brighter with each pass of his tongue over her heated flesh. He plunged his tongue into her wet hole and made love to her with it as his thumb pressed steadily against her clit. Within moments, she was leaking tangy sweet love juice all over his tongue as he licked it all up.

She sat up shakily and said, "Bruce, honey, I want to taste you too." He smiled and stood up in front of her as she got to her knees. She kissed his stomach as she unbuttoned his jean shorts and tugged them down, exposing his partially erect shaft. He stepped out of the shorts and Maria tossed them aside. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and her tongue flicked out and teased him, slowly caressing the ridge of veins along the length of him. She ran her tongue along his balls and then back up to the head of his cock, then she opened her mouth and took him inside lovingly. She stroked him slowly as she gently sucked and caressed him with her mouth. He hardened almost immediately under her sexual assault on his body. His knees went weak and he went down to lay on the blanket, as she continued her work on him.

She stopped suddenly and moved up to straddle his waist. She took him in her hand and slowly guided him into her hot wet hole, impaling herself upon his rock hard flesh. She moved slowly at first, setting herself to a steady rhythm, up down, up down, up down. Bruce raised his hips to meet her with each thrust as he put his hands on her hips to hold her. She started to move faster upon his shaft, and her head went back. Her long black hair brushed his balls and he groaned at the feather-light touch. She was panting heavily and her nails were digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders and chest. Within moments, she was constricting his shaft within her body, sucking the life seed from him. With the third convulsion of her sheath, he climaxed, releasing his hot sticky cum deep inside her as he shouted her name to the heavens. 

A couple minutes later, she rolled off of him, his flaccid shaft slipping free of her body to lay within a puddle of their mixed bodily fluids on his lower abdomen. She laid beside him on the blanket and rested her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and placed a loving kiss on her forehead as they both were gasping for breath. "Baby, I love you with all my heart and soul. That was so wonderful, honey." Bruce said to her tenderly. 

Maria looked up at him and smiled, then said, "I love you too Bruce. I hope we can be this happy forever." 

He grinned at her and said, "We can, if you answer just one question for me, sweetheart." 

She sat up and looked into his eyes, her own beginning to mist over with unshed tears. "What is that question, Bruce?" she asked. 

He sat up, took her hands in his and asked her, "Maria, would you do me the honor of becoming my beautiful bride?"

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Maria was speechless. Her eyes kept blinking to clear the tears that were gathering there. "Bruce, I don't know what to say. This is so sudden. I was definitely not expecting it. We've only known each other for a few weeks. Are you sure that you want me as your wife, forever and ever?" 

He smiled and said, "I'm absolutely positive that I want you as my wife, my lover, the mother to my children, my soulmate for ever and ever and ever, baby." Then he leaned over and kissed her deeply, tenderly, as his tongue danced the sensual dance of love with hers and his hands moved all over her body lovingly. 

She pushed back on his chest with her hands and said, "Yes Bruce. I will marry you as long as you promise to never ever stop loving me!" 

He chuckled and grinned at her, "Baby, You got a deal! I'll love you for all of eternity!"

He pulled her into his arms and they made love again, taking each other to dizzying heights of ecstacy, over and over again. After the fourth time of making love, they were totally exhausted, laying breathless and gasping for air within the safety and comfort of each other's arms. 

Maria yawned and Bruce said, "How about a swim before we head back to Kallie's house, baby? That waterfall over there is looking awfully tempting!" She grinned sleepily and nodded her head. They were already naked so Bruce stood up and reached down to help Maria to her feet. He picked her up and carried her to the water, walking carefully so they didn't fall. He slowly walked into the water, which was not too cold, but not overly warm either. He walked carefully, heading toward the waterfall. When he got within ten feet of the falls, they felt the spray from it against their heated skin.

Maria moaned as the spray hit her and the water lapped gently against her feet and bare butt, splashing against the heat of her mound. Bruce slowly lowered her into the water, keeping his hands on her waist so she didn't fall. The cool water felt so good against their skin, that Maria didn't waste any time diving beneath the water, swimming toward the waterfalls. Bruce watched her swim gracefully through the water, like a sleek fish. He watched her surface only a few feet from the falling water and saw her reach her arms out and put her hands into the water, letting it splash over her slim body. He felt his loins harden as he watched his beautiful beloved Maria. She glanced at him, saw his erection and beckoned him to come to her, waving her hand and smiling seductively.

He quickly dove into the water and swam to her, taking her into his arms as he surfaced behind her. She felt his hard shaft against her rear and she wiggled playfully. Bruce groaned and nipped playfully at her earlobe and neck as his hands slipped up and cupped her breasts, his fingers gently pinching her nipples. He moved slightly and she shifted her legs apart. His hard shaft slipped between her legs and he slowly and teasingly rocked his hips back and forth so his cock was caressing her nether lips, gradually slipping between them further with each stroke. She tilted her hips and his shaft slid into her, burying himself within her moist heat. She moaned as his right hand slid down over her belly to her mound, his finger finding and caressing her clit as he moved within her. She reached her hands around and put them on his hips to steady herself and keep her balance. 

He tightened his grip around her and continued thrusting deep and steadily within her. Within moments, the muscles of her tunnel were contracting tightly around his cock as the orgasm hit her. Bruce growled with pleasure as he felt her tighten around him, sucking forth every bit of himself as she brought him to his own release, his semen spilling deep within her pulsating sheath. He hugged her tightly as he continued to throb deep inside her. Maria tipped her head back against his shoulder and he kissed her deeply. She sighed and Bruce looked at her, "Is something wrong, baby?" he asked. 

She looked up at him, looked deep into his baby blue eyes, which were now more of a cobalt blue from the desire raging through him, and she said, "Nothing's wrong, dear. I'm just so very happy to be with you. I love you, Bruce."

"I love you too, Maria. Now what do you say about getting cleaned up under this beautiful waterfall and then heading back to Kallie's house?" he said. She nodded and he pulled himself from her sheath and released her. She swam around beneath the falls and then stood under it, facing him, letting the water cascade over her beautifully tanned body. The water slid in little rivulets down her hair, over her shoulders, past her lush perky breasts, over her slightly rounded tummy, to drip off her neatly trimmed thatch of black curls atop her thighs, then down her legs. Bruce took a deep breath to get his raging hormones back under control, telling himself that there wasn't time for another session of love-making with Maria right now. She splashed some water on his heated skin and face, then dove underwater to cool off completely. When he resurfaced, Maria was walking toward him, reaching her hand out to him as she passed, and pulled him to the shore.

They grabbed the towels and dried off, then got dressed. Bruce shook the sand from the blanket and folded it while Maria folded the towels together. They walked hand in hand back to the main beach where Kallie and Pete were sitting on an old log watching the waves roll up onto the golden white sand. As they walked toward their friends, Maria pointed to a crab that was foraging in the sand for scraps to eat. They laughed at the way the crab walked, then Bruce kissed her again. A few moments later, they sat on the log by Kallie and Pete, who were talking about plans for another barbeque. Kallie looked at Maria and winked then asked in a whisper, "Did you two have fun out there?" 

Maria nodded and smiled and said, "I'll fill you in on the details later, ok?" 

Kallie grinned wickedly and said, "I'm counting on it!"

Pete leaned backward and slapped Bruce on the shoulder, then said, "Found the cove, huh buddy?" 

Bruce grinned like a little boy who has gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar, then nodded happily and said, "Sure did, Bro. It was great! Oh, by the way, I've asked Maria to marry me and she accepted." Kallie looked at Maria in surprise, then screamed and pulled Maria into a big hug, shaking happily as she pulled Maria to her feet and they hugged again and started hopping around like a couple of crazy women. 

Pete looked at Bruce, held out his hand and shook it and said, "Congratulations, Bro. You got a great woman there. If there's anything Kallie and I can help you with for the wedding, feel free to let us know, ok dude?" Bruce nodded and pulled his beautiful fiancé into his arms, planted a big long wet kiss on her full pouty lips and tightened his arms around her happily.

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They all walked back to Kallie & Pete's house, the girls walking together and chatting about the wedding plans. Pete and Bruce were quiet, but smiling as they walked. Pete looked at Bruce and said, "You planning on a big wedding, Bruce?" 

Bruce smiled and said, "Maria can have whatever she wants. If she wants a big one, she gets it. If she wants just a small private ceremony, she'll get that too. All I know is that she wants it on the beach." 

"Sounds great, Bruce. Kallie and I would love to help out and have the reception for you at our house, as our gift to you both." 

Bruce took Pete's hand and shook it happily. "Thanks a lot Pete. I know Maria would love that."

When they arrived back at the house, the men went into the den and watched the Monday Night Football game on TV while the ladies went into the dining room, armed with paper, pens and bridal magazines. They worked on the plans for the wedding, looking through the magazines to find a dress, cake designs, decoration ideas and other things. Maria looked at Kallie and said, "For my dress, I was thinking of wearing just a light gauzy-type, mid-calf length white dress with thin straps, white sandals, and a ring of flowers on my head over a piece of white tulle for the veil. Since it is summer, and the weather gets really hot here on the islands, I think that would be a good idea. And Bruce can wear a white tux and white dress shoes. What do you think of that, Kallie?" 

Kallie smiled and said, "That's a wonderful idea. And I know just the spot on the beach for it, where there are two palm trees close together that we can decorate with ribbons and streamers and flowers to make it look like an archway."

"That sounds wonderful, Kallie. We can set up chairs on either side of a white carpet runner walkway leading up to the tree archway too. Oh this is going to be so great! Thanks for all your help, Kallie. You are the best friend a girl could ever have! That's why I want you and Pete to stand up with us at the wedding, if you would. Kallie, would you please be my Maid of Honor?" 

Kallie looked up at Maria with tears in her eyes, took her hand and said, "Honey, I'd be honored to be your Maid of Honor in your wedding. Thank you so very much for asking me. Let's go see if Bruce has asked Pete yet, ok?" 




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Maria nodded and they went into the den, where the men were sitting in the recliner chairs drinking beer and watching the game. 

Maria sat on Bruce's lap and asked, "Baby, did you ask Pete about being the Best Man in our wedding?" 

Bruce smiled and said, "No babe, not yet. I was just getting ready to." 

Bruce turned to Pete, who was sitting with Kallie on his lap, and asked, "Pete, buddy, would you please be my Best Man in the wedding?" 

Pete looked at Kallie, then back to Bruce and Maria, smiled and said, "I'd love to, Bruce." Then Pete reached over and Bruce shook his hand, "Thanks buddy. Thanks a lot." 

Kallie and Maria kissed their men, then Maria said, "Now that that's settled, we gals should be getting to work on the plans for this wedding. Baby, do you know when you'd like to do this? It would be easier to set everything up if I knew the date for our wedding." 

Bruce looked up at her and said, "Will a month from Saturday be good for you, honey-buns?" 

Maria smiled and said, "Yes dear, that's perfect! Kallie, we better get to work. There's lots to be done and only a month to do it!" And with that, the ladies left the men to their beer and football, returning to the dining room and the wedding plans.


Kallie took the phone book from the shelf by the phone and flipped through the yellow pages, looking for florists. She called a few after she and Maria agreed on the types of flowers Maria wanted, red roses and white carnations and lilies. They found the most reasonable florist and ordered the flowers. Maria called her friend Wayne, who was a Country Music DJ, and booked him for the reception at Kallie & Pete's house. The girls talked about the food that they would need for the reception: salads, burgers, hot dogs, beer, champaign, punch for the kids, chips & snacks. They decided on a barbeque theme reception, so simple food was desired. Kallie called her sister, Susan, who was a baker, and ordered the wedding cake, which would be close to three feet tall and feed about seventy people. 

A few moments later, the men came out from the den and sat at the table with the gals. Bruce kissed Maria and asked, "How are the plans going, baby?" 

She looked at him and smiled, "All good so far, hun. Just gotta figure out the guest list and call the minister or the Justice of the Peace about performing the ceremony for us on the beach, and check into borrowing chairs from the community center for it." 

"That's great, baby. Now, why don't we head home and discuss that guest list in private?" Bruce said with a sly wink. Pete and Kallie chuckled and Maria just smiled the most dazzling smile she could, because she knew what Bruce wanted as soon as they got home. They kissed & hugged Pete and Kallie, said good-bye, then left to drive back to Bruce's house. He parked the car and get out to open Maria's door for her and help her out. They went up the steps to the porch and he unlocked the door, holding it open so she could walk inside.

He flipped on the light switch and Maria gasped at the sight before her. There on the table was a bouquet of three dozen red and pink roses, white carnations and baby's breath, all tied with a big red bow. On the table in front of the flowers was a small box tied with a little red bow. Maria looked at Bruce with tears in her eyes as he said, "Go ahead, sweetheart. Open it." 

Maria slowly untied the ribbon and opened the box. Nestled inside on a bed of red velvet was a beautiful white-gold banded ring, a 4 carat heart shaped diamond surrounded by several tiny sapphires in a heart shaped setting. She looked up at Bruce and said,"Oh Bruce, it's beautiful! It's the most beautiful ring I've ever seen." He gently took the ring out of the box and took her left hand, slipping the ring slowly over her ring finger. She clasped her arms tight around him and hugged him tightly, crying tears of joy and happiness.

The Beach House Part 11

Maria took the flowers and put them in water in a vase that Bruce had gotten from the pantry shelf for her. She put the vase on the mantle over the fireplace. Bruce took her hand and led her to the black leather sofa and they sat down. She snuggled against him and he put his arm around her, gently caressing her upper arm with his hand. She sniffled and he handed her a tissue from the box on the end table. Bruce tipped her chin up so he could look into her tear-drenched eyes. He took the tissue and carefully wiped away the little drops of moisture that were slipping down her cheeks. "Baby, are you happy to be my fiancé?" he asked seriously. 

She sat up, a seriously shocked look on her face, "Of course I am, Bruce. Why would you even ask me that? I love you, and I would take my own life if I ever lost you. You know, I never expected to find love when I moved to this island last year. Things were pretty bad at home with my folks and siblings, all the fighting and arguments. I just couldn't take it anymore. So I told my mom and dad that I was moving out on my own. Dad even gave me some money to help out until I got on my feet with a job and house. Now here I am, about to marry the most wonderful man in the world, move into his house as his bride after I notify my landlord that I'm moving out of my rented house, and I'm going to look into starting a party planning business with Kallie. I couldn't be any happier than I am right now, Bruce."

He smiled down at her, then tipped his head and kissed her passionately on her pouty cherry lips, his tongue slipping caressingly over her lips, tempting them to part for his entrance into her mouth. Her lips parted in invitation and his tongue slid in to stroke over her teeth, gums, and dance with her tongue. Her eyes drifted closed as the kiss deepened, their tongues dueling seductively with each other, tasting each others essence. Maria could detect the taste of beer on Bruce's tongue. She became somewhat intoxicated by the rush of passion flowing through her veins as Bruce slid his hand beneath her t-shirt to cup her breast in his palm. His finger and thumb teased, pinched and tugged gently on her nipple, sending shockwaves through her, which found their way to pool deep in the pit of her stomach.

Her hand absently trailed over his chest and stomach, down to the waistband of his shorts, then down to the legs of them. Her hand slipped up under one of the leg hems of his shorts and moved slowly up his thigh, massaging and caressing his leg. Her fingers brushed over the bulge of his manhood and she heard him draw in a deep breath. 

She smiled as her fingers brushed him again and he gasped louder and growled, "Baby, keep that up and you'll be in trouble!" She just grinned mischievously at him and continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft and his tightening sac beneath it. He suddenly stood up and pulled her to her feet, then led her down the hall to the bedroom, slamming the door behind them.

She stood there, and slowly lifted her t-shirt up over her head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. She pushed off her denim cut-off shorts and tossed them aside also. She stood before him wearing only her swimsuit. He grinned and she could see the flames of desire burning in his eyes as he looked at her. She turned around, lifted her hair from her back and looked over her shoulder at him. 

"Untie me, sweetheart." she said. Bruce quickly stepped behind her, pulling her tight against him so his throbbing shaft pressed into the crack of her bottom as he tugged the ties of her top with his teeth. Within seconds, the swimsuit top was laying on the floor with her other clothes. 

"Feel what you do to me, love? I seem to go around like this a lot, even when you aren't around. I can't help not thinking about you all the time, about the scent of your skin, the silkiness of your hair, the tang of your juices on my tongue, the sparkle of your eyes which outshine even the brightest star in the sky." he whispered in her ear as he pushed down her bikini bottoms to the floor.

He turned her around and kissed her deeply as he rubbed his hands all over her back and bottom and she could feel the silky hardness of his shaft pressing teasingly against her belly. She moved her hands down his sides to the waist band of his shorts, pushing them down along with his underwear, until his manhood sprang free of confinement. Her left hand slid to cup his testicles and gently massage them as her right hand wrapped itself around the base of his shaft. She kissed him then left a trail of heated kisses down his neck and across his chest, circling first one bronzed nipple, and then the other, before trailing down his rock-hard abs to his engorged rod. She teasingly flicked the purple-red head of his shaft with her tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was oozing from the opening. 

She licked her lips, then proceeded to open her mouth and take him into her moist heat, her tongue caressing every single one of his full eight inches. He groaned as he put his hands on either side of her head and guided himself into her mouth, then started to make love to her mouth and tongue. She continued to stroke and massage him for a few moments, until she felt his shaft start to pulse within her mouth. Within seconds, she felt his hot sticky cum hit the back of her throat. She started sucking harder, pulling every drop of his seed from his body. She swallowed every drop, then when he stopped pulsating within her, she released him with a quiet pop and licked her lips as she smiled up at him. He said, "Damn girl, that was excellent! You get better every time! Now it's my turn for a snack." He pushed her backward onto the bed and she moved to the center and laid down with her head on the pillows and her legs spread apart.

Bruce laid on the bed on his belly, his shoulders between Maria's knees, his hands on either side of her bottom. He breathed deep of her intoxicating scent of arousal and smiled at her. "Baby, are you ready to give me my snack now?" he asked huskily. She nodded and he gently spread apart the lips of her mound and slowly licked her, from anus to clit and back down again several times. He licked two of his fingers, then slowly pressed them into her love canal, moving them in and out in a slow steady rhythm as he continued to lick her. He clamped his lips around her swollen clit and sucked hungrily on it. His fingers started to move deeper and faster within her sheath and he heard her moan loudly as her body started to tremble. He slipped in a third finger and continued finger-fucking her steadily, her hips raising with each thrust of his hand. Within moments, her sheath was contracting tightly around his fingers and the tangy sweet juices of her body were flowing out onto his hand and tongue.

He licked them up and then sat up and kissed her deeply. She could taste her juices on his lips and tongue and he could taste his on her. When he broke the kiss to catch a breath of air, Maria whispered in his ear, "Make love to me now, Bruce. I want and need to feel your hard cock deep inside my pussy, my love." He smiled and moved up over her, his still hard shaft positioned at her opening. With one deep thrust, he was buried in her to the hilt. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, hooking her ankles behind his back. She began moving within her, long slow strokes in and out, in and out, almost pulling completely from her body before plunging back inside her. He dipped his head down and captured a hardened nipple with his mouth, sucking hungrily like a baby as he continued pounding his rod into her sheath steadily.

After a few minutes, he pulled from her and said quietly, "Get on your hands and knees, baby. I want to make love to you doggy style." Maria got up onto her hands and knees, presented her bottom to him, like a bitch in heat, and he quickly got between her feet and thrust within her. He took her hair in his fist and thrust rapidly within her hot wet pussy. His free hand rubbed her ass and slid between her butt cheeks, pressing on her anal opening, gradually going inside a little at a time. He dropped a bit of saliva onto her anus and pressed his middle finger into her, and began finger-fucking her ass as he fucked her pussy with his cock. She moaned loudly and within minutes, she was having another mind-shattering orgasm. He continued making love to her for about five more minutes, then he too was releasing his hot semen into her sheath, his cock pulsing and throbbing deep inside her. 

They were both breathless when they collapsed sideways onto the bed, his arms wrapped tight around her and his cock still buried within her pussy. He tipped her face toward him and kissed her tenderly and said, "I love you, future Mrs. Bruce Hudson." 

She smiled and replied, "I love you too, Bruce. With all of my heart." Then she yawned. He smiled and pulled himself from her body, then sat up and grabbed the quilt that was folded on the foot of the bed. He covered them both with it and they fell asleep, happy and totally satisfied, in each other's arms. Maria rested her head on Bruce's shoulder, yawned again, and was asleep within minutes. Bruce smiled, kissed her forehead, then fell into a deep happy slumber.

The Beach House Part 12

The next morning, Bruce woke up before Maria did. He laid in bed, laying on his side facing Maria and watching her sleep. Her black eyelashes were spread across her peachy cheeks like exotic fans, her lips slightly parted as if in invitation for kissing. Bruce gently brushed back a stray lock of her silky black hair and tucked it tenderly behind her ear, then lightly brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek. At his light touch on her cheek, Maria's eyes fluttered open and focused on his smiling face. She smiled back and said, "Good morning dear." 

He leaned over and kissed her and said, "Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well, baby?" She nodded and then yawned and stretched luxuriously like a cat after a nap. As she stretched, the blankets fell down to her waist, exposing her naked breasts to his gaze.

She caught the look in his eyes and smiled, then pushed the blankets to the floor, exposing her entire naked body to him, and his naked muscular body to her gaze. Her eyes fell upon his lap and she saw that he was hard and ready for her. She scooted down into the middle of the bed and cupped him in her hand, gently squeezing his hardened shaft. Her tongue darted out to caress the tiny slit in the tip of him and she found the little glob of fluid resting there. She licked it off, then swirled her tongue around the tiny opening, gathering the rest of his liquid. She laid on the bed with her feet on the pillows as she stroked and licked him. She opened her mouth and took him inside her heated wetness, her tongue caressing him lovingly as his fingers sought out her damp flesh and curls atop her thighs.

He dipped his head and nipped at the tender flesh of her inner thigh, then blew a breath of air over her heated folds. She shivered as she continued to suck him. She moaned softly as his finger brushed over the swollen bud of her clit. She squeezed his sack and he groaned and said, "Ohhh baby, don't stop! That is so good baby, so damn good." She started to stroke and suck him harder and faster, as he slipped 3 fingers into her hot wet sheath, moving them in and out of her quickly and in rhythm with her sucking and stroking. Within moments, she felt him start to throb and pulse against the roof of her mouth as she sucked him harder, drawing forth the gush of his semen from his body. Seconds later, he burst into her mouth, his hot sticky cum filling her mouth and trickling down her throat. She sucked every last drop from him, then released him with a slight pop before licking her lips and smiling up at him.

He smiled back and said, "Your turn now, baby." as he pushed her back onto the bed and spread her legs wide apart. He knelt between her legs and gently spread apart the moist flesh of her mound. His tongue flicked up to lick her clit lightly. Her hips arched up and she moaned softly. He took several long strokes with his tongue, from her anus to her clit and back down again. He licked 2 fingers in his mouth and slipped them into her vaginal opening, rotating them in a "come hither" motion against her g-spot. She started panting as he stroked harder and faster within her. He slid in his ring finger, since his pointer and middle fingers were already in her, and started stroking her faster. His pinkie pressed against her anus with each thrust of his hand until it finally slid into her. His thumb pressed against her clit and he made love to her with his hand until she was breathless and his hand was covered with her juices. 

He licked her clean, then let her lick his fingers clean as he moved up to her, positioning his throbbing shaft at her vaginal opening. He pressed into her slowly, burying himself completely within her moist heat. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting not only her juices in the kiss, but his as well. Their mixed flavors made him grow even harder within her body and she moaned as she felt him throb within her sheath. He started moving within her, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed and gaining in intensity, carrying them both to the highest heights of ecstacy, until they were both breathless. He slid from her and repositioned himself at her anus. He dropped a large glob of his saliva there and gently and slowly pressed into her, a little at a time. She gasped as she felt him slowly entering her rear and her body stretching to accommodate his largeness. 

He was about halfway into her when he stopped to let her get used to the feeling. "Are you alright, baby?" he asked. 

She looked at him and smiled, then said, "Yes Bruce. I'm fine. That feels wonderful, babe. Please don't stop yet." 

Bruce smiled and said, "Ok baby. Let me know if you want me to stop at any time." Maria nodded and closed her eyes to enjoy the feelings he was producing in her body. He pressed into her more until his shaft was completely within her. He stopped and let her get used to him being in her all the way. After a couple moments, he began to move within her slowly. His hand went to her pussy and began to finger her vagina and clit again. Within moments, she was cumming so hard that her fluids were flowing out and covering his half buried cock, giving more lubrication for him. Seconds later, she felt him throb and convulse within her as his orgasm hit and his semen shot deep into her ass. 

He collapsed on top of her, his weight propped up on his elbows. He kissed her gently and asked, "Are you ok baby? Did I hurt you?" She looked into his eyes and saw the concern there. She placed her hand on his cheek and said, "No dearest love. You didn't hurt me at all. In fact, it was absolutely wonderful! I've never orgasmed that hard, ever! That was great, baby." Then she tipped her face up to him and kissed him deeply before he withdrew from her body and got off the bed. 

He took her hand and pulled her from the bed also, then said, "Let's go shower, then I'll make breakfast for us, baby." She smiled and took some clean clothes from her dresser and closet. He took his clean clothes from his duffle bag and laid them on the bed beside her clothes, then they went to the bathroom to shower.

They washed each other and dried off, then went back to the bedroom, wrapped only in towels, then they got dressed. Bruce put on a pair of black underwear, a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a blue mesh muscle shirt. Maria put on her pink lace bra and matching panties, a pair of red cotton shorts and a white t-shirt with a nesting eagle on it. She brushed her hair and put it into a pair of braids, tying the ends with black pony tail holders. They went out to the kitchen and Maria fixed a pot of coffee while Bruce cooked up some eggs, sausage patties and toast. Maria took out a bowl of cut up fresh-fruit from the refrigerator and placed it on the table along with plates, mugs, juice glasses and silverware. Maria poured coffee into both mugs when it was ready and Bruce served up the eggs, toast and sausage. They sat and ate breakfast, their feet rubbing against each other under the table.




The Beach House



The Beach House Part 13

After breakfast, they did the dishes together and cleaned up the kitchen. Maria said, "I guess I should call my landlord and let him know that I'll be moving out of the house. I have to go get boxes so I can start packing too, Bruce." 

He nodded and said, "I can stop by the grocery store and see if they have any extra empty boxes that we could get for your stuff. I also have some large plastic storage totes that we can pack your dishes and breakable items in, if you want to use them, baby." 

Maria smiled and said, "That would be great, dear. I can wrap the glasses and breakables in washcloths and towels, and pack some of my clothes in there for cushioning too." 

"Great idea, babe. That way, you wont need newspaper for the dishes, and won't get the ink all over them. And the clothes in there would mean less boxes of clothes too. The large pictures and paintings that are on your wall can be wrapped in trash bags and put between blankets in larger trash bags." he said as he put away the last of the clean dishes.

"Is it ok if I use your phone, Bruce? I want to call my landlord as soon as possible so we can get this move done before the wedding in a month." Maria said. 

He looked at her and said, "Baby, you can use anything in this house that you want to and you don't even have to ask. Go ahead and call your landlord, honey. I'll go down to the basement and get those totes so we can go over there and start packing some of your stuff today if you want to." 

Maria stood up on her tip-toes and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Thank you so very much, Bruce. I love you so very much." she said. Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen to use the livingroom phone. She sat on the couch and dialed her landlord's number. It rang three times before the man answered. 

Maria said, "Hi Mr. Jones. It's Maria. I'm just calling to let you know that I'll be moving out of the house by the end of the month. I'm getting married and moving into my fiance's house just down the beach." She listened for a moment and then said, "Yes sir, we are going to start packing my stuff this afternoon, and I'll make sure everything is cleaned up just the way it was when I moved in last year." Another wait. "Yes sir, when everything is out of the house, I'll bring the key over to you." One last wait. "Thank you Mr. Jones. I'll pick up the security deposit when I drop off the key. Have a nice day, sir. Good bye." she said before hanging up the phone. Bruce came out of the kitchen and sat by her on the sofa, pulling her close. "All set, baby?" he asked. 

She nodded and said, "Now, where are those totes, hon?"

He went down to the basement and got the six totes that were stacked in the corner by the washer and dryer, then took them upstairs, putting them by the front door. Maria picked up the lids for the boxes, and followed Bruce out to the car. He opened the trunk and they put the boxes and lids in there. He went and opened the passenger side door for Maria and she got in the car. Bruce closed her door and then went to lock the front door of the house. He locked the door and went to the car, got in and started the engine. They pulled out of the driveway and went to Maria's house. Bruce backed the car up to the front gate and they got out. Maria unlocked the door while Bruce got the totes from the trunk of the car. He brought them in and put them in the corner of the livingroom. Maria went into the kitchen and looked around, trying to decide where to start. Bruce walked up behind her and put his arms around her, kissing her neck tenderly. 

"Oh Bruce, I can't believe that I'm moving out of this house and moving into yours as your wife in just a few short weeks." she said as she turned in his arms and hugged him tightly. He kissed her forehead and said, "Neither can I, baby. Now let me go get those totes and you go get the towels and washcloths from the bathroom, since you'll be staying with me from now on and won't be needing them yet." She looked at him and nodded, then left the kitchen to go to the bathroom. She put the towels and washcloths and other linens from the shelves into the empty laundry basket that was on the floor, then took them to the kitchen. Bruce had one of the totes sitting on the table and was taking plates and bowls from the cupboard, stacking them on the counter by the sink. Maria started wrapping the dishes with the towels, placing a washcloth between the plates, then putting the whole stack on a towel and wrapping them up before putting them in the tote.

She did the same thing with the bowls and coffee mugs. She wrapped the drinking glasses and wine glasses with paper towels and hand towels and put them into the tote too. When the tote was full, Bruce put the lid on and used some duct tape to secure it. Maria opened the drawer by the refrigerator and pulled out a marker and a package of removable sticky labels. She put a label on the top of the box and wrote "dishes" on it. Bruce took that tote out to the car, placing it on the back seat. He came back inside and grabbed another box and lid, taking it into the kitchen where Maria was ready to fill it with pots and pans, mixing bowls, cooking utensils and silverware, and all the magnets from the front of the refrigerator. She put in her mixer and blender too, then put the top on the box and labeled it so Bruce could take it out.

Next, she pulled all the grocery items from the cupboards and pantry, putting them on the counter as she checked the expiration dates on each item, tossing the outdated things into the trash. She took the large cooler from the pantry and put it on the floor by the refrigerator, then took everything out of the fridge and freezer and put it in the cooler. She closed the lid on the cooler and pushed it over by the kitchen doorway. Then she turned off the refrigerator. Bruce came back in with another tote and Maria said, "Darling, would you please pack these groceries for me so we can take them with us? They would stock your pantry nicely, and the cooler has meat and vegetables and a few other chilled and frozen items that we can put in your fridge and freezer." He nodded and kissed her on the cheek and then proceeded to pack the groceries. He filled the tote and then took it out to the car, then came back inside for the cooler.

Maria took some cleaning supplies from under the sink and cleaned the stove and refrigerator, counters and cupboard shelves. She swept the floor of the pantry and kitchen, then mopped it. She left the kitchen to let the floor dry, then went to her bedroom and took her suitcases and duffel bags from the bottom of her closet. She opened her dress bags and laid them on the bed, then went to her closet and took her hanging clothes from it, placing them carefully in the dress bags, zipping them closed when they were full. She had three dress bags full and laying on the bed when Bruce came into the bedroom. She was removing her lingerie from the dresser drawers and packing them into her red suitcase, along with her jewelry boxes and her box of hair accessories from on top of her dresser. She looked at Bruce and asked, "Honey, could you please take these dress bags out to the car for me?" He picked up all three dress bags and left the room.

She filled the red suitcase, closed it and snapped the locks closed, then carried the case out to the porch. She went back inside and looked to make sure all the lights were off, then they left the house. 

"We can come back tomorrow to get more stuff, baby." Bruce said, and Maria smiled and nodded.

The Beach House, Part 14

They took the totes to Bruce's house and unpacked them. Bruce made room in his closet for Maria's hanging clothes while she put the groceries and dishes away in his cupboards and pantry and refrigerator. She closed the fridge, then went to the bedroom to help Bruce put the clothes away. She would need her dresser before she could put her lingerie away. So for now, she decided to keep them in the red suitcase. She put the suitcase in the corner by the dresser, and turned around. Bruce was standing there with a mischievous grin on his face. He opened his arms and Maria walked into his warm embrace. He tipped her face up and kissed her deeply, winding his fingers in her long mane of raven hair. 

She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight as she kissed him back. His hands slid down her back, massaging and caressing her back and bottom, and pressing her against him. Maria could feel his arousal pressing against her stomach as he held her close. She looked up at him when he broke the kiss and said, "Babe, I'm getting hungry, but not for food." she said with a wink. 

He smiled and asked, "Well, what were you thinking of having to eat, sweetheart? I don't have to cook anything, do I?" 

She laughed, and he thought it sounded like the voice of an angel as she replied, "No babe, no cooking required for what I want to eat right now!" She reached down between their bodies and brushed the back of her hand over the large bulge in the front of his shorts. 

He slid his hand under her shirt and lifted it up and over her head, then tossed it onto the dresser behind her. He nibbled and kissed her ears, leaving a trail of hot kisses down her neck to her shoulders as he slipped her bra straps down her arms after unhooking it. The bra fell to the floor without a sound. He trailed fiery kisses down her shoulders and upper chest to descend upon one of her perky rosy hued nipples, taking it into his mouth and sucking hungrily upon her as his hand caressed and fondled the other breast and nipple. She tipped her head back in ecstacy as his attentions on her breasts sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moved her hands from his shoulders up to tangle in his golden mane of hair, massaging and caressing his neck and scalp. He switched his oral attentions upon her other breast as he moved his hand down to the waistband of her red shorts, slipping beneath them and slowly pushing them down, her panties going with them.

Bruce made a trail of wet kisses down over her belly, to the juncture of her thighs. He brushed his hand lightly over the dark curls covering her woman's mound before slipping a finger into her damp flesh. His finger found her clit and began lightly teasing it. She moaned softly and her breathing quickened as he continued his assault, sliding in a second finger to tease her flesh and coax forth her tangy-sweet love honey. He lifted her up and placed her on top of the dresser, spread her thighs, and knelt on the floor in front of her, his face mere centimeters from her moist flesh. He blew a breath against her flesh and she quivered. She leaned back on the dresser and moved her pelvis toward his face in invitation. He flicked his tongue out and tasted her, groaning in rapture at her flavor. He teased her clit with his tongue, driving her to higher heights of pleasure with each stroke of his tongue on her pussy as he spread her open with his hands.

He slowly licked her from anus to clit, teasing her flesh with each stroke, sending shivers through her body. Within moments, she was leaking her love juices onto his tongue and he was hungrily lapping them up, savoring the sweet flavor of her. He stood up and leaned over to kiss her, letting her taste her juices on his lips and tongue. She pushed him back and slid off the dresser, but her knees were weak. Bruce caught her and carried her to the bed, sitting her on it. He started to lay beside her, but she stopped him with a hand on his thigh. She looked up at him and said huskily, "It's my turn now, Bruce." She placed her hands on his hips and positioned him in front of her. He was already hard, and oozing fluid. She could see it dripping from his purplish-red swollen glans. She licked her lips, wrapped her hand around the base of his erection, then licked away the leaking fluid.

She started stroking him slowly as she continued to lick his shaft, her tongue leaving a wet trail from his sac up the shaft, around the tip, and back down again. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back as he placed his hands on either side of her head, guiding her mouth over his rod. She opened her mouth and took him into her wet cavern, closing her lips tight around him. Maria started sucking him and caressing him with her tongue and teeth and lips. She heard Bruce groan and felt his shaft start to throb. She started sucking harder and faster, and within a couple of minutes, he was shooting his hot cum into her mouth. She sucked real hard, drawing out every drop of his cum. She released him with a pop, looked up at him and licked her lips again and said, "Yum yum, tasty, babe." 

He smiled at her as he pushed her back to the center of the bed. He put one of the pillows under her head and another under her hips, her legs spread and knees bent. He knelt between her legs and started kissing her belly, moving up to her breasts, licking and kissing each one in turn before moving up to kiss her deeply and tenderly on her full pouty lips, and thrusting within her wet sheath with one strong thrust. He was in her completely, filling her to capacity. He started moving within her slowly, his sac bouncing against her ass with each thrust. She put her hands on his shoulders, her nails pressing into him slightly as he made love to her on his king size bed which was covered with black satin sheets and a black satin comforter. Her tanned body glowed against the black shiny fabric and Bruce thought she looked right at home on that bed.

After a few moments, he pulled her close without withdrawing from her sheath, and together, they rolled over so Maria was straddling his waist, his hard cock still buried deep inside her. He placed his hands on her hips, just under her butt and started raising and lowering her slowly on his hard cock. He held her slightly above him and started moving faster within her, she placed her hands on his chest, her nails digging in a little. Within moments, Bruce felt her body trembling as her orgasm hit, causing her love juices to flow down the length of his shaft and puddle at the base, just above his ball sac. She reached her hand down between them and scooped some of the fluid with her hand, bringing it up to his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked her fingers clean, removing all of her fluid from them. 

He continued moving within her, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed, his balls slapping against her ass. A minute or two later, his body tensed as his orgasm claimed him. His muscles tightened as Maria felt his cum being released deep inside her wet pussy. She collapsed on top of him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "I love you so very much, Bruce." she said quietly. 

He looked at her and smiled, "Baby, I will love you til the end of time, and nothing and no one will ever change that. Now, I don't know about you, honey, but this man is hungry for some good food. What do you say about our cleaning up and then making some dinner together?" 

She nodded and said, "Good idea, Bruce. I'm hungry too." She slid from him and his cock slipped out of her. She laid there on the bed as Bruce got up. He turned and held out his hand to her and helped her from the bed, then they went to the bathroom and washed each other before heading into the kitchen, wearing only bathrobes.

The Beach House Part 15

Bruce made them some sandwiches, then grabbed a bag of potato chips from the pantry. Maria took a couple cans of soda from the refrigerator, then they both sat at the table and ate lunch. They talked about the wedding plans, and made a few decisions on what to do with some of Maria's furniture that was in her house that she wouldn't need when she moved completely into Bruce's house. She wouldn't need the sofa, or bed, or her dining table and chairs. She decided to place an ad in the newspaper to sell them. Bruce said, "You can put your desk in my spare bedroom, which I was planning to turn into a home office for us, baby. When we need to, I will build on another bedroom or two, so there's no reason why you cant use that room as an office with me, since you and Kallie are going to be starting that party planning business after we get married. I already have my desk and computer in there, and the internet hookups are there too, so you can put your computer in there as well."

Maria smiled at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh Bruce, I don't know what to say! That is so sweet of you to support me and Kallie with our new business adventure. And if we ever do need to build on, you will be the first to know!" This last statement was said with a twinkle in her eye and a big smile on her face. 

They both laughed and Bruce reached over and took her small hand in his large one and squeezed it gently, then said, "Lover, I wouldn't want it any other way." They finished eating, then got dressed. Maria looked at the calendar on the wall in the bedroom and circled the date they had set for the wedding, just 3 weeks away. She put away the clean laundry and hung up her clothes in the closet while Bruce was outside hooking up the water hose to the lawn sprinkler. She finished putting away the clothes, then went outside. She sat on the porch swing and watched Bruce position the sprinkler to water the flowers and shrubs along the fence.

He looked up and smiled at her, then asked, "Baby, would you mind going in and getting me a cold drink? And get one for yourself too babe. We can sit there on the swing and relax before going to your house for more stuff." She nodded and smiled, then went inside to the kitchen. She made a pitcher of ice cold lemonade, placed the pitcher and 2 glasses of ice on the small serving tray, then carried it outside. She placed the tray on the small table by the swing and poured 2 glasses of the icy cold beverage, handing Bruce a glass after he sat on the swing. They were sitting there enjoying their drinks when a red truck pulled up behind Bruce's car. Bruce sat his glass on the floor, and went to meet the man getting out from the truck.

He held out his hand and shook the other man's hand, then waved for Maria to come to him and meet his friend. When she reached his side, he took her hand and said, "Maria, this is my cousin, Jimmy. Jimmy, this is my fiancé, Maria." 

"Nice to meet you, Jimmy. Would you like a glass of lemonade?" 

Jimmy smiled and said, "Sure Maria, I'd love a glass." She turned and went inside to get another glass of ice while the men went to sit on the porch, Bruce on the swing, and Jimmy on one of the rocking chairs. Maria came out with a glass and poured some lemonade into it, then handed it to Jimmy. They sat there talking, and Jimmy offered then the use of his truck to haul Maria's furniture from her house to Bruce's. 

Maria said, "Some of the furniture can be put in the garage til I'm ready to put it inside, right Bruce?" He nodded and took her hand in his, squeezing it affectionately. Forty-five minutes later, Jimmy left after being invited to dinner later that night.

Three weeks later. The day before the wedding. Maria was at Kallie's going over the final details of the wedding. Bruce and Pete were on the beach staking out the area for the ceremony with wooden stakes and rope. Kallie's 3 large refrigerators were filled with food prepared for the wedding reception, and the back yard and deck around the pool were set up with tables & chairs. The barbeque grills were ready along the right side of the deck for the grilling of the meats, chicken, hot dogs, hamburgers, and steaks. Jimmy was going to be the meat cook for the reception. In the far left corner of the back yard, an area was set up for the DJ and dancing. The wedding gifts would be put inside on the dining table in Kallie's dining room. The ladies had everything under control and it was ready for the wedding. Maria stayed at Kallie's that night while Bruce went home well after dark, and after helping Kallie and Pete and Maria set up all the tables, chairs, decorations, & other stuff. Maria and Kallie put together small bouquets of lilies and carnations in small vases which would go on each table, then left them on the counter in the kitchen, before they all went to bed. 




The Beach House



She sighed, feeling the sand between her toes and watching the last few rays of sunlight reflecting off of the cresting waves. The sea was as calm as she was. She was taking her last, nightly walk along the briny coast before setting off to bed, the same as every night. She looked up and down the shoreline, smiling as she saw no people. 

The sun dipped lower past the horizon and she untied her swimsuit top, letting it fall into her open hands. She sighed, bathed in the near purple and pink light of a fading sun as she felt the spray of a fresh wave splash over her bare chest, tickling her breasts and arousing a small arch of her back and a large grin. She sighed and continued walking along the shore until she found her spot, a small nook in the rocks where the ground was covered in smooth pebbles, making it a prime spot for sitting and watching the sea. She climbed a small outcropping and nestled into the nook. 

When there was less than a sliver of sunlight left on the horizon, she untied her bottoms and slid them off as well, sighing happily at the feeling of being naked on the beach. The weather was pleasant this time of year, and she loved feeling naughty when there was no one else around. She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut as she listened to the gentle crashing of waves and feeling the brine hit her soft, naked skin.

After a while of relaxing, she opened her eyes and found that she was incredibly wet; and not just due to the sea spray. She bit her lip softly, running her hand up her slick stomach to her chest, tweaking her nipple and releasing a soft yelp of pleasure and sighed happily, nestling into the nook deeper. Her hand snaked down her torso, across her pelvis, and was just lightly teasing the place she most wanted to touch.

When, suddenly, she heard it. Almost inaudible, the shifting of rocks. She looked around and saw nothing. Frowning, and in precaution, she pulled her bottoms back on and tied them. She'd continue her alone time in her home. She picked up her top and clambered down the rocks, looking across the moonlit beach. She was still alone, as she'd thought. Perhaps she was just paranoid. But there it was again. The soft squishing of sand underfoot, even if she wasn't moving. A chill ran up her spine. Someone was there. 

She moved swiftly across the beach, back to her home, up on one of the rocky cliffs by the sea. It wasn't the safest place, especially in the event of a tsunami or storm or some other disaster mother earth would throw at her, but it was a beautiful thing. Most was painted a dark blue, but the side exposed to the sea was a lighter blue, worn by waves and salt. She climbed up a familiar path, worn by constant use, up the rocks and to her door. She slipped inside, listening to the comforting click of the door shutting and sighed happily, throwing off her bottoms unceremoniously. 

She was already worked up again, teasing her clit softly with gentle yelps, but she would have time later. She wanted to be able to relax. She made her way up the stairs to the bathroom and ran the tap, pouring some bubble bath liquid in and smiling in satisfaction as the bubbles began to fill up the tub, matching the white ceramic vessel as she sat next to the water. No use cooling the warm water with her body until it was full. Taking this time to fully relax her body, she ran her hands from her her collarbone, along her breasts, teasing her nipples for a moment, down her stomach and pelvis and finally met her soft, wet entrance. 

Figuring it was long enough and far more than enough teasing, she slipped one finger into herself gently, moaning gently as she slowly worked it in and out. She took her glasses off and set them on a side table, moaning and running a hand through her shoulder-length hair as she groaned and grunted, adding a second finger. She began panting and moaning, feeling her body heat up almost as hot as the tub when there was the noise. The noise that implied she was being tracked. But this time, it was the comforting sound of the front door clicking shut. 

The sound was no longer comforting. 

She quickly turned off the water in the tub, halfway full, and peered down the stairs. She saw nothing in her mostly dark home and shuddered at the thought of someone inside. Hadn't she locked the door? No... she had been too eager. She threw on a pink robe, avoiding the phrase "my overeagerness could be the death of me" for fear of tempting fate, and softly walked to the top of her stairs. 

She knew it was against her better judgement, but she couldn't help herself from softly calling down the stairs, "Hello? Is anyone there?" Almost in response, there was a loud crash outside and a flash of light. Lightning. The clear skies must've suddenly decided it was time for a storm. She peered out the window and saw the dark gray clouds beginning to blot out the moon. As she turned to look back down the stairs, she thought she saw shifting shadows. She froze, totally silent and too afraid to move.

"H-hello?" she managed to choke out. "If-if someone's there, l-leave now. I'm dangerous!" It was meant to be a threat, but came out no more threatening than a timid mouse against a cat. She willed her body to move, her feet moving her to the top of the stairs, looking down. As another blast of thunder rocked the house, she shrieked, jumping back, her wet feet causing her to slip and fall on her ass. She swore and clambered up against the railing, but no imposing figure stood at the bottom of the stairs. 

She sighed in relief. She shouldn't let her guard down, but she couldn't help feeling relieved at not seeing what all horror movies told her she should. This gave her a temporary boost of confidence as she moved down the stairs, one at a time, tentatively. She was suddenly very thankful that her stairs were carpetted, for fear that if they were anything but, she would've slipped and cracked her head open.

She finally reached the bottom stair, looking left into the kitchen then right into the living room. No movement. She flipped on the lights to both rooms and sat with her back against the front door so she could observe both rooms and the stairs. Slowly, she locked the door and began to move toward the kitchen, calling out once more, "Hello? Who's in the house?" 

No response came except for the soft patter of rain on the exterior of her house.

She breathed softly in content, feeling safe for now. Back still towards the two exits of the kitchen, she moved over to the knife cabinet, opening the drawer and reaching inside. Instead, she felt wood. She paused, reaching around again. She felt no cold metal and no handle of plastic. There was nothing. An empty drawer. She turned quickly to find that her fears were true: the drawer had been emptied. Turning around once more, there was a figure standing in the doorway to her stairs. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt she could've vomited - if she could've made any noise or movement at all.

He stared at her with determined eyes, observing, soaking in all of her as she did the same. He wasn't tall, but wasn't short - about 5 feet and 10 inches, only a few inches taller than she was, with shaggy brown hair and soft, yet piercing blue eyes. He was scruffy, but not wildly so. His clothes were indescriminate - blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He wasn't overly large, but not toned, either. An average man wearing average clothes with an average appearance.

But the circumstances and, she feared, his intent, were not so average. 

"Please," she tried softly, coming out as barely a whisper. This caused him to move, taking a slow step forward. She tried to take a step in the other direction, but he made a fast and hard stomp in the direction she was headed, forcing her to stop. The two were locked, eyes on each other, and he didn't look like he was going to let her pass anytime soon. He took another few steps toward her and she backed herself against the drawers, wishing the man hadn't been smart enough to take the knives - or any silverware for that matter.

"You were on the beach," he said. She was surprised, almost stunned, at his tone. It was soft and gentle, like he was talking to a friend that he'd known all his life. 

"I- yes," she replied. He nodded.

"What were you doing?"

"Taking a walk." His mouth turned up in a crooked smile, and his eyes gleamed.

"Is that all?" 

"Who are you?" she spat, changing the subject. "And why are you here?"

"We both know why I'm here," he replied, eyes narrowing slightly as he glared her down. She swallowed a lump in her throat.

"I'm afraid so," she whispered. He took another few steps forward, within arm's reach. But he didn't reach out, not yet. She whimpered softly, against her will, afraid of this man, but also... strangely attracted. He wasn't bad looking by any standards, and if the circumstances were different, she may have been more willing.

"Your necklace," he said, gesturing toward the necklace she was wearing. She glanced down and touched the cross gently.

"My mother's."

"You're Christian?" She nodded. "And a virgin?" She paled, fearing she knew where this conversation was quickly headed. "Well?" he pressed.

"Yes..." she said quietly with a slight nod.

"Good," he said briskly, moving forward to close the gap and pulling her face towards his in a hard kiss. His lips were firm but meshed to hers, matching perfectly. She pressed against his chest and struggled, but eventually gave up, saving her strength. She kissed him back, feeling his tongue infiltrate her mouth and she felt her eyes welling with tears as she played along, her own tracing against his.

She felt his lips curl up into the crooked smile as he undid the tie for her robe and she grabbed his wrists. He was stronger, though, and pulled it wide, exposing her naked body to him as he kissed her deeply, moving to her neck. She tried to resist the signals her body was screaming, how badly she wanted this, even as taboo and naughty as it was, and she gritted her teeth in resistance, grabbing his hair and attempting to wrench him from her body. However, it only made him more determined as he bit down her neck to her breasts, beginning to suckle and nibble on her soft flesh. 

She inhaled sharply, biting back the moans she so desperately needed to release, curling her toes and her breathing now labored and shallow. He smiled, moving up to her face, gripping her hair. Her body moved to kiss him again, but he held her face only inches from his and she released a well-needed whimper. This only resulted in a grunt from him, further fueling his carnal desires as he slid a hand up her thigh, her eyes fluttering shut as his large fingers brushed her wet slit.

"You're wet," he whispered huskily. "You want this." She whimpered in response; not really a yes, but definitely not a no, either. He smiled, understanding her body language better than she did before slipping one finger into her. She gasped, eyes popping open as she gulped for breath. His fingers were so much bigger than hers, so much thicker. She groaned and swallowed back her temptation to grind her hips against his hand until she came, instead tightening her muscles, half in an attempt to force him from her and half in an attempt to make the feelings come on more strongly. Only one of the two happened.

He grinned, pushing his finger in deeper, arousing a mewl from her mouth as she clawed his arms. No matter how much she resisted or wished it away, a deep part of her subconscious, a carnal, animalistic part, was screaming for release as he fingered her faster, granting her more pleasure than her fingers or any toys ever had. She grunted, her fingers tangling in his hair, clutching his head as she panted and threw her own head back in a moan.

He grinned and she heard a buckle shifting, looking down to see him pull off his pants and boxers, his large, thick cock bobbing in front of him. She gasped and bit her lip. She'd never really seen one and tentatively wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly and softly.

"Harder," he grunted, and she complied, tightening her grip and pumping faster. She suddenly, and quite oddly, found herself wondering if her slender fingers were working her rapist as well as he wished they would, and how she could do it better. As if to answer her thoughts, he smiled and moaned, "Suck me." Her cheeks flushed bright red.

"I've... Um... I've never..."

"First time for everything," he replied, pulling his finger from her, and suddenly she felt a void in herself, a need to be filled, a lust unlike any other. She bit her lip and gently lowered herself to her knees, face in perfect height with the man's big member. "I won't make you suck too much at first. Start slow." She nodded with a gulp and softly brought her lips to it, gently wrapping them around his engorged head. He grunted and ran his fingers through her hair, but didn't push her down. How chivalrous, she thought sarcastically.

She slowly bobbed up and down, taking a bit more into her mouth each time she went down, until she was able to safely take in roughly three fourths of his huge cock. When she tried to take more, she felt it tickle her throat and felt the urge to choke or cough, but instead pulled it out a bit, sucking and running her tongue up and down its length in her mouth as he released soft moans and grunts.

"Damn," he panted, "for a first timer, you are terrific." She felt herself blushing again, moving up and down his dick and sucking the head, making him twitch and gasp and she was slightly appaled to find herself grinning at his reaction. She told herself it was because he was being tortured as he rightfully deserved, but deep down it was the satisfactory grin of a job well done. 

But she wasn't done yet. He pulled her from his cock, gasping for air and panting as he lifted her to kiss him. She kissed him hard with tongue and then suddenly she was lifted up onto the counter with a gasp. He was in front of her, his cock dripping with her saliva. Once again, her body betrayed her, legs sprayed to reveal her pussy, soaked through with her hot lust, her hands finding her breasts and gently tweaking them and moaning.

"Please," she pleaded, so much different from the first plea she'd begged when she first saw him. He grinned, presumably in the same ironic mindset that she was thinking in, and pressed forward, rubbing his member to her until it found purchase, gently pushing the head in. She gasped, hands clamping around her slightly more than average breasts, eyes squeezing shut from the slight pain. Suddenly, in the darkness behind her eyelids, she felt his hands grab her hips and she was pulled forward as he pushed forward.

The result was explosive. As a crash of thunder sounded outside, she screamed, feeling as though he was ripping her apart from the inside out with his huge, thick cock. She panted and groaned loudly, squeezing her pussy tight for reasons she couldn't understand as he slowly pumped out, then back in. Her vision blurred and popped with multicolored stars as she panted and gasped for breath, her body begging release from the excrutiating pain that he was thrusting into her. 

Slowly, but surely, the pain subsided, mingling and merging into a new feeling, an incredibly hot feeling that radiated from her very core, and her gasps and cries became less out of pain as out of sheer, raw pleasure. She grew hungry for this man inside of her and started pumping her hips to meet his and he grinned.

"Feel better now?" he grunted and she growled like an animal in response. He chuckled, grabbing her hips and thrusting deeper and harder, making her moan loudly in response. He yanked her off the cabinet, bending her over, her breasts pressed against the cold counter as he thrusted into her from behind. A new feeling ripped through her like a shockwave; he was pressing up against something inside of her she didn't know she had, and she loved it. She screamed in response, bucking her hips and arching her back as she panted.

He fucked her harder and faster as she groaned, feeling his nails dig into her hips and his thrusting speed up. She'd never had sex, but she could figure she understood this simple, yet subtle, motion from the man. She smiled, reaching down to rub her clit, forcing screams of ecstacy from her lips as she rubbed in hard circles and he pumped his long cock deeper into her. She panted and screamed louder and harder, finally feeling her body tighten and contract in waves as finality hit her. A flash of light from outside, a crash of thunder, and her own orgasm seemed in perfect sync as her body rocked violently and she gasped for breath, which her body couldn't seem to find.

The man pulled out, groaning and grunting as he shot ropes of hot, sticky cum onto her twitching figure and he groaned, pumping the rest out of his shaft with his fist until he had been completely satisfied and leaned against her.

"Holy fuck," she whispered. He smiled and nodded.

"Holy fuck," he repeated. She collapsed to the counter, panting and gasping. "I never did get your name." She smiled, almost laughed out loud, at the sentiment.

"Lily. What's yours?"

"Just Lily?"

"I don't think 'Just Lily' is a very manly name." He grinned.

"Michael."

"Michael... interesting." He smiled and pulled her hair softly as he kissed her neck, biting gently, causing more shivers and shockwaves to travel up and down her spine.

"I think this could be the start of something fun." She smiled and nodded, tangling her fingers in his hair. 

"Very fun," she repeated with a smile.



The Beach House



Author's Note

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to people living or dead is entirely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18. 

The Beach House

It was mid afternoon when I turned towards home. I'd been out in the boat for an hour or two but the fish weren't biting and now I was on the way back, motoring slowly across the bay towards the little harbour hidden around the next headland. 

I remember the day with extraordinary clarity, for reasons that will become obvious. I'd chugged out to Castle Rock and moored under its sombre shadow, dropping a line to try and lure one of the big groupers that I knew lived there... but today wasn't my lucky day. And so I'd wound in the lines and climbed ashore, scrambling up the steep slope to the very top where the view stretched almost as far as Torbess. A mild southerly change had come through bringing clear air and a thin layer of cloud that obscured the sun without diminishing the clarity and brilliance of the light, and I was glad I'd brought my camera for the scenery was spectacular. The sea was a curious slate blue with none of the sparkle that direct sunlight usually brings and it contrasted nicely with the dark obsidian of the rocky shoreline and the reds and golds of the trees on the opposite headland. The fields up towards Murphy's farm had been harvested and presented a patchwork of yellows and browns, each field a different shade separated by grey stone walls and the darker greens of the hedgerows. It was stunningly beautiful and I sat there for a while, just soaking it all in.

And now as I made my way back I was struck by the fact that there wasn't another living soul in sight. No other boats disturbed the tranquil surface of the bay and the little country lane that threaded its way up over the hill towards Thirlemere was empty of cars. It was as if I was the only living person in the world... a single soul under the cathedral of that pale slate sky with all the colour and detail of that astonishing landscape etched out just for me. And as I watched, a single beam of sunlight pierced the cloud and painted the headland to my left in a soft gold, and I caught a glimpse of the old Beach House hidden behind the trees that grew down to the water's edge. 

We call it that, but it's really nothing more than a half wrecked cottage towards the end of Brinsley's Head, separated from the mainland by a narrow channel of turbulent water. It's on our land, but we seldom come here. Rumour had it that a wealthy local landowner built it not long after the turn of the last century to escape from his shrill wife and eight kids, and if that is true he couldn't have found a better spot. It's hidden by a little fold in the coast and obscured from casual view by the weathered trees that cover that part of the island... a perfect little hideaway. I'd not been there in years but the shaft of sunlight seemed to beckon me and on the spur of the moment I swung the tiller over and headed towards the little spur of rock that serves as a natural harbour. I had my camera with me and I wanted to capture a little of what I could see. 

As I turned behind the spur I saw an old wooden boat there, its paintwork faded and the wood dark with age, but the painter that secured it was bright and the outboard motor on the transom was almost new. I cut the engine and coasted towards it, tying up alongside and hopping over to the rocky outcrop ashore. It was quiet: not a sound other than the lap of the little waves from the wake of my boat and the occasional cry of a seagull from the bluff. I considered calling out, but something restrained me and so I set off towards the cottage quietly, moving carefully over the rough path and peering ahead. The stone walls of the little ruin gradually grew closer, stained by salt and bird droppings, with the empty window holes gaping like missing teeth in a derelict's face.

The last time I'd seen the cottage it was uninhabitable as most of the roof had collapsed leaving the stone floor open to the weather. Someone had been here, though: one part of the roof had been patched and the windows at that end repaired - rough carpentry, to be sure, but enough to keep out the wind and rain. The door was secured, too, and the front step was clear of the debris that had cluttered it for so many years. It looked as if someone had decided to live here without our permission, and I resolved to find out who it was and what they thought they were doing. 

The front door was shut and so I moved along the tumbledown fence overgrown with weeds and nettles to the back of the cottage, picking carefully through the shattered beams and blocks of stone scattered on the ground. The bushes were thicker here too, providing enough cover to allow me to approach the back wall undetected, and I stood for a moment listening. A low murmur came from within - too low to hear what was being said, but it was clear there was more than one person inside. For a moment I thought about leaving but my curiosity was aroused and so I stooped beside the shutters and peered inside. 

A shaft of pale sunshine penetrated the room and illuminated a scene that I'll never forget. A naked woman was kneeling on the floor, her buttocks toward me. Her face was turned away but I could tell she was young by the shape of her body and the lustre of her skin: not a sag or a wrinkle marred its glossy perfection. Her elbows were on the floor and her breasts were hanging down - full and ripe, the dark nipples just touching the rug on which she knelt. Her ass was elevated, suspended by the delicious curve of her hips and the long, golden thighs were set apart. Her legs were askew like the awkward stance of a young foal: and between them her sex peeped out, gleaming in the soft light like a piece of luscious fruit - pink and moist and open, begging to be devoured. 

All that took a second to register, and I was so astonished that I took a step back. It was like discovering a cache of gold bullion under your bed, something so completely unexpected that my mind recoiled and the breath caught in my chest. I remember standing there with my mind whirling, the image of her kneeling figure stamped on my brain like the vivid imprint of a strobe in a dark room. Part of me wanted to leave, to turn away and afford this mysterious young woman the privacy she had come to find, but the other was compelled to watch: to discover who was with her and to crouch in the shadows to see what she was doing.

And as I stood there I heard the voices again - a murmur of conversation, pitched low and full of longing and desire, and I stooped again to the chink in the shutters and watched. A second figure appeared in my view - another woman. She was petite, perhaps no more than five two, and was slender and blonde. Her hair curled around her ears to leave her long, graceful neck exposed. Her face was turned away, but I saw the curve of her waist and the swell of her little tight buttocks as she moved toward the figure crouching at her feet, and I heard the words between them. 

'Hurry Baby! Do it!'

'I will, I will.'

The kneeling woman turned her face toward the approaching figure and her voice was husky with passion 'Stretch open my pussy. Fuck me with it.'

'I will. I'll open you wide.'

'Hurry. I need you inside me.'

The blonde crouched beside the kneeling woman close to the satin orbs of her buttocks and rested one hand on the small of her back. She drew the other between the woman's legs, her small fingers brushing over the glistening wet flesh, and I heard a low groan of pleasure. 

'Ah...ah. Inside...ah, push inside.'

In the soft light I saw the blonde's fingers on the other's labia, her nail varnish a brief splash of vivid colour against the swollen pink flesh; and then they disappeared as she pressed her hand forward. I watched the woman's vulva stretch open to allow all four fingers to enter and I heard her low gasp of pleasure as her back arched with the delicious sensation of being filled. 

'God, yes. Ah, yes...that's good! Deeper. Burrow deeper.'

The blond bent her head forward to closely observe as she applied more pressure. Her face was close to the woman's vulva, watching as her fingers slid into the warm oily flesh past the first knuckles. She teased her exposed thumb over the puckered anus and wriggled her hand. Little bubbles of juice oozed around her buried fingers and the kneeling woman groaned again. 

'More, Baby.' She shifted her knees apart, exposing herself more. 'Go deeper.'

The girl withdrew her fingers a little and I watched her curl her thumb across her palm before she slid her hand forward again. The woman's vulva expanded around her knuckles, seizing the invading hand tightly to stop further progress. 'It won't go, Lucy,' the girl whispered. 

'Push. Push hard.'

I watched with baited breath as she pushed, her fingers jammed in Lucy's sex. For a few moments nothing happened and I heard her grunting softly - and then the resistance suddenly melted and her whole hand sank into the woman's body. I could see her wrist encircled by the thick, wet lips of the woman's vulva and I heard her panting softly from arousal. 

'I'm inside you, Luce,' she whispered. 'My whole hand is in your pussy.'

'Ah, God, yes. I feel it. Fuck, that's tight!'

'Do you want me to take it out?'

The woman shook her head, her body prostrate. 'No, no. Move your hand - ah! Gently. Fuck me gently.'

I watched as she began to flex her arm, moving it slowly inside the kneeling figure. The movement broke the tight seal around her wrist and a few strands of silver fluid escaped and trickled down her forearm. Above her wrist the puckered hole of Lucy's anus flexed too, giving glimpses of the firm pink flesh of her bowels. 

'Harder now...go deeper.'

The blonde pushed again and her arm sank into the woman's body a little more. From where I stood Lucy's vulva seemed almost half way up her forearm and the girl rested her forehead on Lucy's buttocks, her eyes fastened on the flexing anus and the fleshy ring of her vulva only a few inches away. 

'Now...fuck me. Fuck me deep.'

The blonde began to pump her arm forward and back. With each withdrawal her knuckles were revealed, wet and shining with the woman's juices, and then her hand slid back into the deep cavity eliciting a little grunt from the prostrate, wriggling figure. Every thrust forward seemed to bury her arm deeper. 

I was pressed to the wall, my eye glued to the little chink in the shutters as I watched the action before me. The two women were joined together, one inside the other and both of them grunting and moaning. Long streaks of Lucy's juice dripped from her friend's arm to lie in glistening drops on the rumpled rug beneath her, and I could hear her sighs as she buried her arm inside Lucy's snatch and the soft wet slurping of her vulva as it stretched and slackened. God it was hot! My cock was like a log in my pants and my breath panted in my chest as I watched the two girls fucking, their pale bodies swaying in a bizarre choreographed dance. I remembered my camera and raised it to the window, watching the two through the viewfinder, zooming in to fill the image with the blonde girl's head. Her face was still obscured but I could see it in quarter profile: the curve of one cheek and a little button nose and the swell of her soft lips. Her mouth was close to Lucy and I watched as her tongue darted out, brushing against the cleft between the woman's trembling buttocks, dabbing against the soft white skin and then sliding down to flicker briefly over the tight, puckered ring of her anus. 

With fumbling fingers I zoomed in further until the pale alabaster shape of Lucy's buttocks filled the screen: and the blonde's head too - left hand drawing aside the left buttock as she serviced her wriggling friend, her mouth busy. Her little pink tongue dabbing, dabbing against the brown puckered flesh - thrusting like a little pointed arrow, the tip teasing the twitching orifice, easing the tight ring of her sphincter until it expanded to accommodate this new assault. Bubbles of spit trickled down Lucy's crack to where they were joined, mixing with the strands of silver love juice streaming out of her body, churning to a soft wet froth at the rim of her cunt.

And as I watched Lucy reached the pinnacle. Her body tensed and her hands grasped the blanket, the knuckles white in a paroxysm of pleasure. For a moment she was rigid, every muscle in her body locked as she teetered on the edge of her ecstasy, her cunt bulging with he friend's fist and her asshole grasping and quivering like a little mouth around the invading tongue - and then with a scream of pleasure she came. A a sudden spray of juice burst from the quivering lips of her cunt to splatter over the blonde's arm in a fine silver mist, and her voice rose in a shriek of ecstasy. 

'Ah, God, Baby, I'm coming, I'm coming! Aarrgh, fuck, fuck! Fuck me deeper...ah, Christ!' Her body writhing around the thick arm of her friend, her tits crushed against the rug and her head thrashing from side to side. "Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck - yes, oh yes." 

The blonde's hand was deeper than ever before, and her mouth slid over the quivering, twitching flesh. She was riding out the storm, listening to the cries and shrieks of her friend. From my vantage point it looked as if her whole arm was thrust inside the writhing woman and the strands of silver juice dripped and dribbled from her elbow. I'd never thought an orgasm could last that long - it just seemed to go on and on with her body jerking and the screams and moans bursting from her lips as she gyrated around the living flesh embedded deep inside her. And then at last it diminished and I watched as her body gradually relaxed and she was still. 

For a long moment the two figures were frozen in that extraordinary pose. I could see the muscles in the blonde's arm moving, almost as if she were struggling to release herself, and I imagined that Lucy's vaginal muscles had seized her friend and they were irrevocably joined together. But at last the blonde withdrew, her body rotating slightly as she retrieved her arm. Lucy's vulva gripped her hand tightly still - almost as if it were clinging to it. I could see the ring bulging as the heel of the girl's hand reached it, and hear the wet suck of her flesh; and as she turned, her face was revealed to me for the first time. 

In that moment I pressed the shutter and took the photographs that would change everything. I'd forgotten I'd set the camera to motor drive and instead of a single frame it took a string of them: the blonde's hand breaking free from her friend, the vulva still open and the last dribbles of her juice oozing free; the blonde girl's face turning towards the window, alerted by the sound of the camera; her image filling the viewfinder, her eyes wide with curiosity and her mouth open. A face of extraordinary beauty: framed by a curtain of ash blonde hair with grey wide-set eyes and a little button nose and soft, luscious lips. 

A face that I knew so well. 

My sister's face. 

*

Afterwards I wondered how I hadn't recognised her. Sarah, my little sister. Nineteen years old and as pretty as a picture. I'd known her all my life and yet I hadn't comprehended that it was the back of her head in the viewfinder, and her voice whispering, whispering as she burrowed her whole fucking arm into her friend's body. But then again, why should I have? I'd not seen her face until the very end, and the last thing I'd imagined was that my baby sister was a lesbian. She'd had girlfriends, to be sure, but I'd thought they were just mates...and besides, she'd had boyfriends, too. So what did that make her? Bi? Sex crazy? 

All this passed through my mind as I ran back to the boat and headed home. A jumble of images and thoughts - the juxtaposition of what I'd seen and what I now knew. Little Sarah, quiet and shy - virginal was a word that came to mind. Happier staying in her room to read a book than to go out on the town. Sarah, sweet as honey pie with seldom a bad word to say to anyone. How the hell did that equate to the Sarah I'd just seen with her arm in someone's cunt, scooping the spit and juice from the crinkled little anus with her little wriggling tongue and whispering words of lust as she fucked another woman? Christ! If someone had told me Mother Teresa was a hooker I would have believed it before I believed what I'd just seen. 

And had she seen me? I remembered her face in the camera's lens, turning towards me as she heard the clash of the shutter's mirror and the whine of the drive. Grey eyes, seeking me out, holding my gaze for a single horrified moment before I staggered back from the window and ran. Had she followed me? Had she watched as I flung myself into the boat and fled? Had she recognised it? And why had I taken the photographs, anyway? It was bad enough spying on her, but to take pictures for fuck's sake! 

It took me forty minutes to get back. I half expected to see her boat behind me, but the bay remained empty and at last I turned the final headland and entered the little harbour. I secured the painter and drove home, determined to delete the photographs and think no more about it. I guess I was embarrassed and ashamed - but I was aroused too, and that disturbed me. I'd never thought of Sarah in that way and the image of her pale, naked body as she bent over her friend had not only shown me what she had, but given me a whole new perspective on her sexuality as well. There was no doubt that it was her who had fixed up the Beach House, and for one purpose only. So how many times had she been up there, fucking? I wondered if it was always the same girl, too - or whether she'd taken others to lie on that same rug. Did they do to her what she'd done to Lucy, or was it more conventional? And was it only girls? 

As I rounded the drive into the house I found myself wondering what it would be like to be with her, to lie next to that amazing body and touch it: to hear her soft voice urging me on, to feel her responding as my fingers moved over her skin - touching, touching. Dipping into the tight wet crease of her pussy. My prick swelled up again at the image, and that made me ashamed too -- God, she was my sister! But I couldn't help myself, and I went to my room with a cock like a logjam in my pants and the image of her body in my mind. 

I plugged the camera into my computer waited for the images to load. It didn't take long. There were half a dozen - most of them grainy from the lack of light, but clear enough to see. Sarah, bent over the girl's back with her hand still buried inside the tight, stretched vagina; Sarah's arm coming free, shining wet. Sarah turning with an expression of surprise on her beautiful face and then a close up of the window-sill as I turned to run. 

But it was the last one that was truly amazing, and I studied it closely. The background to the shabby little room was indistinct - a patchwork of grey and black shadow but that only served to highlight the two central figures. The kneeling woman had her hands on her buttocks to draw them apart, her fingers pressed hard against the warm plasticity of her flesh. She too had turned: but not towards the window as Sarah had: rather, she was looking back, gazing up at Sarah's face. Her soft, wet lips were slightly apart with a glimpse of her little white teeth behind them, and her dark hair tumbled around her face in disarray, damp with sweat and tangled in passion. But it was the expression in her eyes that was arresting - a mixture of pain and pleasure, which would be expected... but also one of triumph that left no doubt who the dominant partner was.

Sarah was behind her and to one side. She had turned her head and was regarding the lens with an expression of surprise on her face. One shoulder was towards the camera and her arm was stretched out, her hand buried in the woman's body. A single breast was visible in profile, creamy white and surprisingly large, capped with a nipple dark with the hue of arousal, and below it the soft curve of her hip and the satin columns of her thighs folded beneath her as she crouched. The camera had captured the instant that her knuckles emerged from her lover's vulva, and the smear of juices on her hand gleamed wetly in the light: and above it was the crinkled portal of Lucy's anus, still dribbling saliva and slightly open, as if Sarah's tongue had only just emerged. 




The Beach House



I sat in my room and gazed at the photograph, transfixed by it. An extraordinary image, for sure. But it was more than just a dirty picture, for it had somehow captured the raw sensuality of that moment: you could almost smell the sharp aroma of Lucy's cunt and the softer perfume of Sarah; hear the sweetness of their breath as it panted though their soft, open lips and savor the pungent taste the juice scattered on the rug like drops of liquid glass. And it had transcended even that, for it revealed too the emotional bond between the two figures - the lust and a sense of desperation in Sarah's face, and a hint of contempt in the eyes of the other. 

For the second time that day I found myself wondering if Sarah enjoyed fisting, too, and if so what her pussy would look like stretched around a lover's hand, and whether she tasted as good as she looked. The image was too powerful to ignore and I released my swollen cock from my pants and stroked it, imagining her beneath me, her breasts pressed against my chest and the fragrance of her skin and her hair as I fucked her. Yesterday she was only my sister and now she was the subject of lust. The spiral of my pleasure rose quickly, fuelled by the images of her pale body under mine, until with a little cry I released my cum in thick creamy ropes over my hand and shirt and pants. And, God help me, I imagined it was in her, my sister: painting her insides as she wriggled and gasped; filling her up as she squealed in wild orgasm underneath me. 

And as my cum subsided I understood that it was just a fantasy -- that the chances of fucking her were smaller than a bee's dick; that the taboos were too strong and besides, her sexuality lay in other directions. 

But I realised too that I was hooked, and that no matter what the risk I had to watch her again. 

***** 

'I need to speak to you, Michael.' Sarah's voice was soft and she plucked at my sleeve with nervous fingers. 

It was a week since that afternoon and although I'd waited in anticipation she'd said nothing to me. If anything she'd avoided me, although I had to admit that we'd both been busy during the week. 

'Sure, Sarah. What, now?'

She nodded and led me outside across the lawn to the little gazebo overlooking the sea. I could see Brinsley's Head in the distance and it reminded me yet again of what had happened. As if I needed reminding - it had filled my head every waking moment and I longed for the next opportunity to watch. The difficulty was finding out when she was going, and then arranging to be there before her. After the last experience she'd be doubly careful to be alone with her friend. 

She sat down and patted the seat next to her. I saw that she'd put on a clean dress and a little make up, and her hair was pulled back in a pony tail that shone like spun gold in the sun. 

'What can I do for you?'

She was silent for a moment, thinking, and then she turned to me. 'Do you remember the old cottage on Brinsley's?'

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it - the confrontation. The accusations of watching her, the anger and the tears to follow, and then the shame. 

I dragged my eyes to her face. 'The old wrecked one?' I said, as casually as possible. 'There's not much left from what I remember.'

She nodded. 'I want to repair it.'

I regarded her with astonishment. This wasn't what I expected at all. This wasn't an accusation of voyeurism - it was a plea for help, and what was even more amazing was that she was asking me to collaborate on her secret hide-away -- the place she had found to take her lover where she thought it was safe. That made it a secret no longer, which meant that she'd have to find somewhere else - and the chance of watching her again had suddenly gone. 

'What the hell for? It's derelict!' I guess my voice was harsh, reflecting my disappointment.

Sarah blinked at the intensity of my response. 'Well,' she said timidly. 'I just thought it would be nice to fix it up a bit. You know, so we could go over and sleep there -- us, or perhaps our friends. We could share it, you know -- you have your mates and I have mine -'

'But it's wrecked! No water, no electricity, no roof -"

She shook her head. 'I've done a bit of work already. Not much, but it showed me what could be done.' She rested her hand on my arm and I felt the warmth of her touch though my sleeve. 'I need your help though. I'm not talking about making it into a Taj Mahal...it would just be a rough sleep out...you know, with oil lamps and cooking on a fire. There's water in a stream up there -- we could put in a tank and rough plumbing, fix the roof and windows.' Her grey eyes were on my face. 'It would be fun, to sleep over.'

'If you start putting things in the house they'd be stolen.'

She nodded. 'I know. That's why we'd fix the doors and windows. There used to be a fence there too. We could repair that as well to stop people getting close and we could put signs up to keep people away.'

I stared at her, suddenly aware of what she was doing. Sarah wasn't really offering to share the cottage with me -- she was asking my help to make it secure. Safer for her and her friend to play, without fear of interruption. I realised too that it would put me in an ideal position because I'd have a key and I'd know where the peepholes were...hell, I could even build some in, if I wanted. Not only that, but I'd know when she was going to be there because we'd run a booking system. The prospect of spying on my sexy little sister suddenly seemed a lot closer. 

'What about the folks? What did they say?'

Sarah shrugged. 'You know what they're like. Mum just said 'that's nice dear' and Dad agreed provided it didn't involve any work for him.' She laughed. 'I did get him to give me some money though.'

'Really? How much?'

'Two thousand. And I reckon he's good for more if he thinks we're doing a good job.'

I thought about it. Winter was coming up which was always quiet, and the thought of being close to Sarah for a few weeks to work together on the project was very attractive. And at the end of it I'd have the chance to watch her again - as many times as I wanted. The vision of her crouching on the floor of the cottage suddenly appeared in my mind: the warm plasticity of her body, lean and hard, and how her breasts had looked with their erect pink nipples. Those same breasts were peeping from her dress now, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants at the thought of seeing them naked. 

'So do you have a plan?' I asked. 

She nodded, her eyes bright. Her hand was still on my arm and I felt her fingers moving slightly. 'We need to take a bunch of stuff over -- timber and cement and tiles for the roof. You could get your mates -'

'No.'

She regarded me with surprise. 'Why not? We'd need help.'

'This is just you and me, Sarah. We do the work, we use the cottage. No one else. Nobody else will know.'

'Why, Michael?'

I shrugged. 'Because that's my terms. I don't want others to do this...it's a fantastic project and you and I can do it, and the less people who know the safer it will be when we're done.'

She nodded slowly. 'Would we be able do all the work though?'

I smiled. 'We'll head over there tomorrow and have a look, and I'll tell you then.'

*

It was strange going back, climbing up the path where I'd been only a week ago. That time I'd crept there like a thief but now I followed Sarah, watching the roll of her tight little buttocks in her stretch pants and listening as she talked. 

We stopped in front of the structure and she pointed out what she'd done. I could see the rough patching she'd made on the windows and the door, and how she'd nailed an old tarp to the roofing timbers on the northern end. She took me inside and showed me the single room she'd cleared. The rug was nowhere to be seen. 

'So what do you think?' she asked, when I'd seen it all.

'Technically, its not difficult. We take the old roof off and replace the trusses. The old anchor points to the walls are probably still OK and we'll use colorbond steel for the roof covering itself. I reckon a month for the roof once we've got the materials here...which is the hard part.'

'What about the rest?'

'New frames for all the windows and the door. We can fit stock windows once they're in which will save some time. Another month.'

'And then what? How long?'

'As long as you want, Sarah, depending on what you do. Plumbing, electrics, painting, fixing, cleaning. Perhaps even a new floor.' I laughed. 'Another month or another year. Just depends how flash you want it.'

She laughed with me, infected by my enthusiasm. 'So what's the hard part?'

'Getting the materials here. There's hundreds of kilos of stuff -- timber, metal, cement - '

'So how do we get them here?'

'Same way as we did, and we lug them up the hill by hand.'

'Christ!' Sarah looked doubtful for the first time. 'Can we do that?'

'Sure -- in small loads. But it will be hard work. Are you sure you want to do this? Once we start I won't let you quit.'

She turned and looked out over the bay, her face thoughtful. 'This is a special place,' she said at length. 'I realised that when I tried to fix it, but I couldn't do it myself. I needed help.' Her grey eyes moved to mine. 'I want it, Michael, more than anything. I won't quit.'

'And what's the deal when it's done?'

She regarded me. 'What do you mean?'

'Suppose we both want to use it at the same time?'

'We'll have a booking system. First come, first served. If there's a conflict then we'll work it out.'

'So you won't ever want to share it -- both here together?'

'Maybe -- but there'll be times when I want it for me and my friends too.' She smiled to rob her words of any offense. 'And we'll have plenty of time together in the next few months.'

I nodded. The prospect of watching her with her friends and also being with her was very appealing. 

That night my dreams were full of Sarah, kneeling on the cold stone floor of the Beach House.

I enter the room on silent feet and stand behind her, and I see both her hands in the body of the woman lying before her, the fingers and wrists held tight together to slide into the tight greasy flesh of her vagina. Ah, Sarah, my dirty little sister! What are you doing? 

The woman's eyes following me, watching as my cock rears cobra-headed from my thighs until it stands like a baseball bat, red and oozing. I can see my lust mirrored in the dark windows of her eyes as she understands what is to be done. 

'Fuck her, Michael,' the woman whispers. 'Fuck your little sister,' and I see the ripple of her muscles and the sudden grip of her vulva on Sarah's forearms, clamping down like a steel vice to trap her, forcing her elbows to the floor. I hear my sister cry out like a trapped animal as she is held there. 

With trembling hands I seize her hips and she whimpers at my touch, a little sound of fear and helplessness as she feels the bulbous shape of my knob pressing into her like a ripe Satsuma plum. The woman laughs, a low sound of malice and glee, and her voice is as jagged as a broken bottle. 

'Fuck the little slut,' she whispers, and she holds the slender wrists in a grip of iron. 

My shaft plunges into the depths of my sister's body though the narrow portal of her cunt, pressing aside the tight wet flesh to bury itself deep in her innards like a Samurai's sword. I hold apart her buttocks to watch, to see the ring of her vulva stretched as tight as piano wire around me, and I marvel at the heat and plasticity of her body. 

'Fuck her,' the woman whispers, and she laughs a low, throaty sound as I began to pump. 

Sunlight streams in through gaps in the roof to cast a dappled spectrum of light and dark over my sister's slender body. She rests her face in the woman's pudenda and her hair falls like a golden curtain across the sun-browned thighs and belly. I imagine her tongue flicking, flicking like a lizard into the steaming wet recess of Lucy's cunt, lapping at the ring of flesh gripping her, scooping the beads of silver and pearl juice into her hungry mouth: and all the time I fuck her -- long, glorious strokes into the tight harbour of her cunt, a rim of white at its lips and my shaft stiffer and longer than ever before. 

'Fuck her,' the woman moans. 'Fill her hungry cunt with her brother's seed.'

And I bear my weight down on her, pumping down into the hungry maw through the narrow pelvic girdle, feeling the head of my cock battering her cervix and hearing her moans though the onslaught. So far inside her, so far inside. Ah! Ah! My dirty sister. My little cunt-eating slut. This is what you want, isn't it? Take what I have, Sarah! Enjoy what your brother can give you. 

The tempest of my cum expanding in my brain, seizing control of every sense until there is nothing except the three of us. The woman's face on mine, smiling as she sees the rising storm, laughter on her lips and malice in her heart. 

'Fill her,' she shrieks. 'Fill your little sister's belly! 

My sperm bursting into you, Sarah, and your eyes are on mine, grey and wide and filled with fear as you feel my seed spurting in your belly. A geyser of steaming hot sperm spraying, spraying, filling you up -- dribbling from the lips of your cunt as I pump, drooling and splattering over the dusty stone floor to lie in shining puddles in the sunlight. 

So much sperm for my little sister, so much sperm for a dirty little slut. 

*

The next day I started planning, drawing up the lists and ordering the timber and the steel and the cement and figuring out how we'd get it there. Sarah had a final assignment to finish and so I didn't see much of her during the day but at night she'd ask how I was going and I'd show her the drawings and we'd talk briefly before she'd go upstairs. We didn't say much -- she seemed shy and reserved and my brain was filled with the images I'd seen. And after she'd gone I'd turn on the computer and stare at the pictures I'd taken, and I would stroke my rising cock and dare to dream. It was fantasy, of course, but it seemed to me that she was a lost soul and that I was in control-- and that somehow, if I played my cards right, anything was possible. 

I guess my perception of Sarah had changed. She was beautiful and bright, to be sure, but now I knew that beneath the perfect smile and the impeccable manners she was a slut - after all, I'd seen it, hadn't I? Nice girls didn't put their arms in someone else's cunt and so she couldn't be a nice girl at all. She was a slut, plain and simple, and that made it just fine for me to think of as I liked. I looked forward to when the work was finished and I could sneak up to the cottage to watch her. Perhaps I'd get more photographs, too. Perhaps one day...

We started the work a week later. We took a metal shed to the island and assembled it in the back garden, hidden beneath the trees, and that saved us carting the tools and the generator back and forth. In the first week we pulled down the remains of the roof, stacking the slate and the old timber on the side and cleaning up the stonework to accept the anchor points for the roofing trusses. It was cold in the early morning but by lunch-time the sun reached us and we worked in jeans and tee shirts. This part of the work required both of us and so we were close, balanced on ladders together or on the rough stone walls, lifting and clearing and chipping. To begin with Sarah couldn't keep up and I could see she was suffering each morning, but after a couple of weeks the pain and stiffness past and her arms were burnished brown by the sun. She looked fit too: her waist even trimmer and her arms smoothly muscled under the satin gloss of her skin. 

I watched her -- God, how I watched her! In the boat as she sat in the bow, her face alight with excitement and her enthusiasm for the day bubbling like a cauldron; and as she worked, her lithe body moving around me, lifting and carrying, bringing me things that I needed with a ready smile and a laugh. Her shyness seemed to diminish and she began to talk, and I watched her as she sat beside me during the breaks we took, listening to her talking and the way she moved her hands with her long slim fingers and her slender wrists, and the tilt of her head as she laughed at something I'd said; and then at night I'd steal up to my bedroom to look at the pictures of her, and I'd touch her naked image with my fingertips and try to relate the experiences of the day to the raw sexuality exposed in the grainy images that flickered on the computer's screen. 

And as time went by I found it harder and harder to relate the two. She was bright and funny and smart, and a hard worker. She never complained nor gave up if she couldn't do a task I'd given her: and I found she was clever too. I taught her about building: the purlins and rafters and ridge caps and spans, and she learned quickly and thought on her feet so that she could soon do many things as well as me, and sometimes better. But more than that she had a generous spirit, not just with me but with everyone she spoke about, and it's hard not to like someone like that. 

One morning we were sitting on the edge of the wall, eating our sandwiches and looking out over the bay. One leg was curled under the other and I let my eyes roam over her whilst she was looking away. Her breasts were perky under the singlet and I could see a few stray hairs peeping out from the leg of her cut-off shorts. 

'You know,' she said, turning back to me suddenly. 'I never really thanked you for doing this.'

I hastily looked elsewhere, but not before she'd caught me looking. 'No you didn't,' I replied, 'but I'm sure I'll think of a way you can.'

She glanced down to see what I'd been looking at and a faint flush of embarrassment stained her cheeks. She moved her leg and adjusted herself without speaking, and the silence stretched empty for a minute or two. 

'I'm sorry,' she said at length. 'I should have worn something...longer.'

I shook my head. 'No, you shouldn't. I - like what you have on. I like looking at you.'

'Really?' She laughed self-consciously and her hands moved briefly to her hair to touch and smooth it, as women do. 'I must look like a wreck.'

'No. You look lovely. I love the way you look.'

'Well -- thank you, Michael.' Her grey eyes were on my face.

'You're welcome.'

'I never really knew you, you know,' she said shyly. 'Do you feel the same?' She laughed nervously. 'I mean, you're my brother, but I didn't really know you. Somehow I feel that's changing now.'

'It's the same for me, Sarah.' It was, too. Over the past few weeks she'd gradually opened up, talking of things that we had never shared before -- what she thought of her friends and our parents, the struggles she'd had at school and even a bit about me. She had a quirky sense of humour and I found myself looking forward each day keen to being with her -- to see her slow smile and watch her trim young body working, her grey eyes serious as she did some task I'd given her. I'd grown to love her little idiosyncrasies too -- the way she brushed her forehead with the back of one hand to keep the hair from her eyes, and how her little pink tongue peeped from between her lips when she was concentrating. 

'No matter where our lives take us I'll always think of these days,' I told her. 'I think they will be hard to beat.'

She glanced at me with soft eyes and put her hand in mine. She didn't say anything but for the first time I knew she felt the same...I could feel it in the warmth of her touch in this first intimacy between us. We sat in silence for a while, gazing out over the bay, watching the fishing boats heading out from Torbess and the smoke from the chimneys of cottages scattered along the foreshore. 




The Beach House



'It's beautiful,' she said at last. 'Just like our cottage. Who will you bring here, when its finished, Michael?'

I thought about it. The truth was that the Beach House had come to mean something special -- its psyche irreversibly locked into the girl sitting beside me. When we'd started the project I'd thought she was a slut but now I realised I'd been wrong. It was difficult to reconcile what I'd seen with the person that I'd got to know, and I found myself wondering how her time with Lucy had happened. Perhaps it had been just that once -- some sort of aberration, a little experiment. 

And in that moment I realised that my feelings for her had changed. I guess I'd built up a dream where she and I would live here together, shut away from the rest of the world -- just her and me. It was stupid, I know: first the sexual obsession and now something much deeper -- the need to be with her, to share more than just a few hours each day. It was an impossible dream, I knew, but I couldn't help myself even though she hadn't shown the slightest interest in me beyond a sibling friendship.

I felt her eyes on my face, waiting for my answer. 'I don't know, Sarah...I hadn't thought of it.' I said. I glanced at her, at those beautiful grey eyes. 'But I think it would be you.'

'Me? Surely you have other friends -- it will be...well, a quiet place. You'll not be disturbed here.' I could see she was picking her words, but the meaning was clear. You can bring your friends here to fuck, and I'll bring mine.  If only she knew.

'I think it's a special place...you know, our place. Yours and mine.' I explained. 'We've made it special, Sarah, and we've put a bunch of memories into it.' I looked at her. She was still regarding me, the sun on her face and her lips soft and wet. Sarah -- my Sarah. How the hell had I never realised how amazing she was -- how beautiful and talented, how funny and hard working. If only she was mine! I had a sudden vision of her kneeling naked on the rough stone floor with the dark haired woman, and I found my scorn had transcended to jealousy. 

'I think we should be very careful not to invite anyone who might threaten that,' I continued.

'Well, who's an old romantic!' She squeezed my hand. 'We'll keep it for special people, then. Now, we need to start again, lazybones.'

She went to release my hand and get up but I held her fingers to stop her going. 'Do you have anyone special, Sarah?'

Her eyes were suddenly watchful. 'Maybe,' she said carefully. 

'Well -- do you or don't you?'

'Maybe. I'm just not sure if -' she broke off and shook her head, her eyes on my face. 'Why do you want to know?'

'Just asking. You've never told me.'

'Why should I, Michael?' she asked gently. 'Can't I have secrets too?' She released her fingers from mine and stood up, balancing on the wall and looking down at me. 'We've been close these last few weeks,' she said, 'and I love that. But we are each our own person too. I have my secrets and you have yours, and it's best we don't go there.'

She climbed down the ladder and I watched her go, picking through the rubble below to finish the task I'd set her. Her hair shone in the morning sun and she was beautiful, and I thought my heart would break. 

*

Three weeks later we finished the roof and Sarah and I had a little celebration, just the two of us. Nothing much -- a bottle of champagne and some chicken and salad. She'd cleared a little area to the front of the house and she called me to join her. She was sitting on a rug with her legs folded underneath her in that amazing double-jointed way that women have, looking back at the cottage as I approached. 

I sat down and she passed me a drink, lifting her glass to mine. 'To us,' she said simply. 'And what we've achieved.'

We sat and sipped our drinks and looked at the cottage. The new roof was pitched steeper than the old one and it had given it a completely new character. I saw that the shape and balance was right, and its colour too. What had been a derelict wreck was suddenly an inviting dwelling, even though the windows and doors weren't fitted yet. It would be amazing when it was done.

'So what's next' Sarah asked.

'Doors and windows, then repoint the mortar. Then we can start on the inside.'

'How long before it's finished, do you think?'

'If you continue to work like you have been, perhaps three months.' I didn't want this to end. 

'Then we can really celebrate.'

I nodded. 'I've been thinking about that, Sarah. Why don't you and I be the first visitors? Just us -- no one else. We'll come over on the Friday and spend the weekend together, or longer, if you like.'

She nodded. 'Sounds great to me.'

'And we should work to a deadline now,' I continued. 'Aim to have it finished by your birthday.'

'Right.' She picked up a chicken leg and nibbled at it, her little white teeth tearing at the flesh. 'I need to speak to you about having a break, though. I'm going away for a few days.'

I stared at her, my heart sinking. I suddenly knew where she was going. 'Going away?'

She nodded, her eyes on my face. 'I need a break, Michael. I've got a...friend, and she's invited me to stay for a couple of days -- well, a week actually. It's only a week.'

'When?'

'Tomorrow.'

'But I was going to do the windows next week. I need you here to help with that.'

She shook her head. 'They can wait a few days, and I'll help when I get back. A few days won't matter.' She regarded me. 'I have to go.' 

I remembered the dark haired woman and the way she moved, and I remembered Sarah's hand sliding into the secret cavity of her body. Lucy. I imagined them together again and what they would do to each other, their pale bodies entwined and their lips slick from eating each other. My Sarah. It should be with me, not her. 

'Is she more important than me, then?' The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, my voice harsh. 'Aren't I special too? I thought you cared about this -' I waved my hand at the cottage. 'And about me.'

Sarah stared at me in surprise. I could see a smear of grease on her lips from the chicken and it reinforced the image of her face painted with Lucy's juices. I could see the colour rising in her cheeks, too. 

'Of course I care, Michael!' she said. 'I care about this and about you -- but I have to go.' She put her hand on my arm. 'Don't make it more difficult...I have to go,' she repeated. 

'So what's so urgent?'

She shook her head. 'I can't tell you that. Believe me, Michael, I wouldn't go if I didn't have to.'

'You could have given me a little more notice.'

'She only called me last night.'

'So it's a woman!' 

Sarah stared at me. 'What do you mean by that?' 

'Nothing.' 

'Yes you do. Tell me!'

I felt the anger leech out of me. 'Nothing...I meant nothing, Sarah.' I could see her eyes on my face. 'I just don't want to lose you, just as we were getting on so well.'

'You won't lose me,' she said. 'This isn't some sort of contest, right? I've just got to go and sort out a few things and then I'll be back.'

'Where will you be?'

She glared at me. 'I told you -- with her. Where she lives is none of your business.' 

'It is whilst I'm running this project!'

Sarah laughed. She didn't get upset often but I could see a burning anger in her eyes. 'Fuck that!' she said. 'I don't mind you telling me what to do when were working, Michael, but you don't own me.' She leaned forward, her face close to mine. 'Get this, buster -- I'm heading off for a few days and you can't stop me. I'll help when I get back, if I feel like it. And I'll go away again if I feel like it. And stop being so damned possessive!' She tipped the rest of her drink on the ground and stood up, looking down at me. 'And I'm heading home right now so you'd better get moving if you don't want to be stuck here without the boat for a week!'

We headed back in silence, Sarah sitting in the bow with her back to me stiff with anger and disapproval. Her hair was blowing in the wind and I could see the glossy skin at the nape of her neck and the curve of her shoulder. I tried to speak to her but she remained staring out over the bay until we arrived at the little harbour when she skipped ashore and strutted off, leaving me to carry everything back home. 

The next morning she was gone. I'd half expected her to leave a note or something, but there was nothing and so our argument stayed like a cancer between us, thick and dark and malignant. I moped around the house for a few days trying to keep busy, trying not to think of her and what she was doing. It was better during the day but in the long dark nights my mind was filled with her -- Sarah laughing, her teeth white in a sun-browned face and her eyes sparkling; Sarah smiling, pleased with something she'd just finished; and then Sarah in wild orgasm with her face screwed up in a rictus of pleasure and Lucy's tongue inside her. Perhaps they talked together afterwards, Sarah whispering about her besotted brother and how he wanted her, and they would laugh together at how stupid men were and they would turn to each other again with hungry eyes. 

I couldn't get the thought out of my mind and I tossed and turned in my tangled sheets half out of my mind with jealousy. I went over our argument in my mind a million times, wishing I'd handled it better, wishing I'd somehow persuaded her to stay -- and then with a sudden slide of despair I'd realise that there was nothing I could have done to keep her, that she was her own person and that my dreams were nothing more than wild imaginings with no hope of ever coming true. 

That night I dreamed of Sarah again. 

I was on a rocky shore and the stones around me were black, shining wet under a malignant grey sky; and the sea was decked with a silver cloak of spume. And as I watched she appeared before me, walking on the water in a lustrous gown of shimmering white, and her hair streamed behind her like a golden banner in the spiteful little wind.

And behind her I beheld a tempest, tearing the water to a frothing inferno as wild as the mind of a madman, and I knew that she was in mortal danger.

'Sarah!' I screamed, and my voice was flung away like a speck of dirt into the darkening sky. 'Sarah, my love! To me! Come to me!' 

But she could not hear me for she was deaf to all but one, and her eyes were blinded by the love of another. And as I screamed her name the water reached up and took her like a hungry shark, and there was only a single scream of terror and then nothing but the empty, churning sea on that desolate, windswept shore. 

*

On the fifth day I went out to the Beach House. The good weather of the last few days had gone and a spiteful little wind swept over the bay, bending the trees on the foreshore and whipping up little whitecaps on the long easterly swell. It was well past noon by the time I arrived and I walked up the path to the house with none of the enthusiasm or interest I usually had. The house looked forlorn too, almost as if it understood it had been abandoned. Its empty window sockets stared at the troubled sea with a blind man's gaze and the wind had plucked at the leaves and litter of the foreshore and piled them against its old stained walls like flotsam on a beach. 

It was quite dark inside and I reached up to the little shelf above the empty hearth to where Sarah had put candles and matches in case we were ever caught out. The shelf was empty, and so I found the flashlight in my toolbox and used that instead. I shone the beam around the room and saw the candles in little saucers on the floor and on the windowsill. Their wicks were blackened and they had wept pale translucent pools of wax onto the dusty stone, and beside them were empty wine glasses and a cigarette butt. Someone had been here. I stooped and picked up the butt and I saw the crimson smear of lipstick on it, and I knew. Sarah and Lucy.  I imagined them stealing up to the cottage holding hands and their giggles and kisses and their soft whispers of love and seduction. In my mind's eye I saw them lying there on the little blanket, their pale naked bodies entwined and their mouths joined. It should have been me. The longing was palpable, a gut-wrenching desire to possess her -- to dare to dream that she would choose me rather than her. I imagined the expression she would have had in her clear grey eyes as she reached up to pull me down beside her, and the soft sigh of love and fulfillment as I penetrated the heat of her tight little body. 

I don't know how long I stood there, my eyes on the clues of her betrayal. I recall trying to work out when she'd been there but there was no way to know. Perhaps they had been there every day: a pilgrimage to this quiet, secluded place where they could satisfy their basic urges without fear of discovery. And gradually the pain and disappointment was replaced by a growing sense of anger -- that she could prefer her whore over me, and that she should bring her to our special place in spite of the promise she had made. 

At length I headed back to the boat and turned towards home, my sense of anger and outrage growing by the minute. God knows, I wasn't thinking straight. In truth Sarah was her own woman and she owed me nothing, but my disappointment and outrage coloured my reason and it somehow became her fault, and I was the victim. 

The house was empty when I got home, and I dropped my things off in the garage and made my way to her room. The curtains were drawn and I turned on the table lamp and sat on the bed and looked around. The pillows were pink with frilly edges and on impulse I pressed my face to them, breathing deeply to detect her essence. It was there: the fragrance of her perfume and her hair and her skin, lingering like a distant memory in the weave of the fabric. Her nightie was there too and I pressed it to my face, imagining how it looked on her, imagining the plasticity of her body inside it with its warm curves and secret valleys, and my anger and sense of betrayal grew sharper in my mind. 

The drawer to her desk was locked and I picked it with a paperclip and I lifted her journal out and opened it, my eyes flicking over the lines that filled every page with her neat, sloping writing. Thoughts of school, of her friends, of things she had done. Some of them were childish, girly thoughts, but there were insights too -- of hopes and dreams, of plans for the future and schemes to move herself forward. Her intellect and capacity for thought shone through and I found myself immersed in the daily business of her life and the vision for where she wanted it to go. There were no references to Lucy -- or any other sexual partner, for that matter. She mentioned names of other girls who 'were doing it' and how she didn't want to be like them, and she talked of who her closest friends were...but nothing about sex. 

And then on a day in April Lucy came into her life. It was innocent enough to begin with -- she recounted how she'd seen her in a café and started chatting, how friendly she seemed. Almost immediately afterwards she'd gone to Torbess with her and the pages were suddenly filled with Lucy's name: how beautiful she was, and how clever, and how Sarah wished she could be like her. 

And as I read the pages I began to understand her confusion and her anguish, and the picture of what had happened became clear, and I for the first time I knew what I was up against. 

Twelve Months Earlier - Lucy

Lucille Carter-Bayliss, thirty five years old and a predatory lesbian, sat in the little café on the main street of Thruxton and waited. Her real name was Fran Bayliss, born to a working class couple in Basingstoke, and she found early in life that what you couldn't buy you took and what you didn't know you made up. She'd added Carter to her surname to give a sense of class and invested in a wardrobe of expensive clothes, and lies lay thick and easy upon her heart. 

Despite her looks and her self assurance she probably wouldn't have got far but at eighteen she became the beneficiary of a generous endowment from an aunt and that, together with a cover job as a freelance writer for a gay women's magazine, gave her enough to successfully forage for new girls to share her bed. The old bedstead she used at home had dozens of notches carved in a discrete place, testament to her success: but there were always new conquests to be had, and Lucy was voracious. 

For weeks she had been watching the high school girls coming out of school, noting who was collected by their parents and who made their own way home, narrowing her field down to five or six. Unsurprisingly they all looked similar -- young, of course, and mostly slim, with open faces of guileless innocence that she found highly provocative. She followed each one home, checking on their movements, watching who they met and the way they moved and spoke and acted; and by the middle of April she'd settled on two likely targets. 

There was one in particular who interested her -- a fair haired girl of about eighteen who lived in Croxton Street and who walked home each day. Lucy had seen her meet her friends in the local café from time to time and so she sat there every day for a week, waiting for her chance. 

It was a Thursday afternoon when she finally spotted the girl entering the café. It was a cold day and she saw the colour in the girl's cheeks and the brightness of her eyes. She'd pulled her hair back in a pony tail and Lucy observed the way she held her head and the long, graceful column of her neck. She wore no make up or jewelry, for that was against school rules, but her natural beauty shone through and Lucy felt a tightening of her gut as she regarded the girl. God, she's gorgeous,  she thought. Let her be the one. 

The girl sat down and fiddled with her phone for a few moments. Lucy watched her, delighting in her innocence and beauty. She saw how she held herself, erect and confident, and the sense of awareness she had of herself and what was happening around her. She watched the dexterity of the girl's long, slim fingers as they moved over the phone, her nails pale pink and polished and the gold wristwatch on her slender wrist, and she watched her face: the brightness of her grey eyes and the curve of her full, pink lips. It was evident that she was waiting for someone. 

Lucy waited until the girl finished fiddling with her phone, and then she leaned forward and spoke to her. 

'Excuse me...would you have the time, please?'

The girl glanced up. She had seen the woman waiting there, but hadn't taken much notice. 'Um, twenty past four.'

'Thank you.' She smiled at the girl. 'Were you waiting for someone?'

'Yes.'

'And they're late?'

'Not really. It's only Sharon, and she'll come when she's ready.'

Lucy nodded in understanding. 'Well, perhaps you could help me while you're waiting. You see, I'm new here and I'm looking for a real estate agent in the village. I was going to ask the café owner but you might be able to help.' 

The girl shook her head. 'There isn't one here. You'd have to go to Torbess. They cover this area.' She regarded the woman with interest. 'Would you be looking to buy, or just rent?'

Lucy smiled again. 'Just rent, to begin with. I work in London usually, but I'm on assignment here, looking around.' She rose quickly and crossed to the girl's table, holding out her hand. 'Lucille Carter-Bayliss.'

The girl took her hand, her fingers warm in the other's grip. 'Sarah Ryan.'

Lucy sat in the vacant chair opposite Sarah. 'So I'd have to go to Torbess?'

Sarah shrugged. 'That's probably best. They have listings of all properties around here.'

'Would there be somewhere to stay here overnight? I really don't have time to drive anywhere tonight.' 




The Beach House Ch. 01



Chapter 1: Gabriella

A few years after we got married, my wife and I came into some money unexpectedly, and were able to buy a country house. It was the classic American beach house: bikes in the garage, an outdoor shower, a sunny vegetable patch, and all of it a pleasant walk from the delightful sandy beach where we spent afternoons with our children. For 27 years we've spent weekends there, plus as much of each summer as possible. So it was with mixed feelings that we finally decided to sell the place this year, in preparation for buying a home for our retirement.

Preparing to sell the place has brought back a flood of memories, none tastier than the private recollections of all the girls I've had here. Some were during the year when my wife and I were separated; most were right under her nose. Naturally I feel guilty about the philandering which I've carefully kept from her for nearly three decades, but I still thrill to the thought of each tasty young thing who I've had in our beach house. In the garage, in the outdoor shower, in the garden, in the bedroom. Let me tell you about some of them.

1. Gabriella

After our third child was born, my wife suggested the unthinkable: hiring an au pair to come and live with us. Au pairs were the stuff of legend, like stewardesses and French maids -- the words alone conjured an image of a busty Swedish girl in a pink angora sweater, and the thought of having one in the house was indescribably arousing. I couldn't wait!

Of the three girls we interviewed, Gabriella was the one my wife hired, during a week when I was travelling on business. I prepared myself for the inevitable disappointment of seeing the woman who wasn't my fantasy made flesh, but was shocked to be introduced to the sexy thing my wife had hired: Gabriella, 5'8" of Milanese beauty, with a killer figure and a sense of style to match. I couldn't stop staring at her lips during our first meeting, those wide, succulent lips painted to the most alluring shade of dark red, perfectly set off by a dark maroon dress that flattered her in all the right places. My fantasies began immediately.

Three months had passed when we all set out for the beach house. By this time I'd built an elaborate fiction in my mind involving me and Gabriella, urged on by the thousand little things she'd said, and the thousand little moments we'd shared, all of which I vainly interpreted as flirting. We'd find our hands touching as we absently reached for something at the table, and when I'd look at her I'd find her eyes fixed directly on mine. Her imperfect English would produce the occasional saucy remark that I'd think about for days. I thought about her when I made love to my wife, and I fucked her hardest on the nights I thought about Gabriella.

Our last weekend of the summer, Gabriella and I were at home with the baby while my wife took our two older kids on an errand. We were divvying up a variety of errands (she washed the kids clothes, I cleaned the rain gutters) when the washing machine gave out. She came up from the basement to tell me the news, and from my perch on the ladder I listened vaguely as my eyes traced the outline of her breasts against her damp t-shirt. We spent some time in the basement together trying to remedy the problem -- I turned various knobs behind the machine, while getting a good look down Gabriella's top -- before we decided to call it quits. Together we hauled the soaking laundry upstairs, and proceeded to finish washing it together in the kitchen sink.

We had a lot of fun that afternoon, all laughs and soapy hands, and the times her hands accidentally caressed my arms in the warm water were only topped by my frequent reaching for paper towels, which brought our bodies closer and closer together. I found myself getting more presumptuous: my arm would casually graze her breasts, a hand would steady her shoulder, once I stroked an errant soap bubble off her nose, and she smiled. I thought I felt her coming on to me, though I couldn't tell for sure; I certainly hoped she was. At one point, I'd just snapped off my rubber gloves, and was standing behind her (conspicuously close, my cock fully erect), when she gently leaned back against me. If my cock could have gotten any harder, it did: the sight of this sexy young girl's soft ass, encased in an unbelievably tight pair of khaki shorts, pressing back against me -- she arched her back, leaning back into me, and my hands instinctively came up to cup her breasts. She kissed me tenderly on the cheek, smiled into my eyes, and sighed as I moved to kiss her lips, then her mouth, deeply, then more deeply, and then she was turned around with her hands behind my neck and her breasts against my body and her knee sidling up my thigh -- when my wife pulled into the driveway. Gabriella quickly turned around and splashed about with the laundry (it was the only time I ever saw her blush), and I raced into the bathroom to deal with my hardon.

Before my wife had even made it to the door I could hear her arguing with the kids about something, and that was enough to end my arousal. I walked out into the kitchen to relieve her of some grocery bags, when she announced that we'd be taking the kids to the beach -- I took this to be the negotiated peace of some long argument in the car. She went upstairs to change, and I went outside to get our beach towels off the line. My head pounded with the thought of the unfinished moment I'd almost had.

The kids were still screaming at each other when I headed back to the house with the stack of towels, and ran into Gabriella walking toward me. She was in a bathing suit I'd never seen -- jet black, high on the hips, with a scoop neck that flattered her awesome bustline. Her nipples were loudly erect, and her lips were moist -- she was walking sex. We passed each other in front of the outdoor shower, when a finger casually caught my shirt -- I turned, and she hooked me into the outdoor shower. Kids and wife had taken the screaming to the next level when Gabriella kissed me deeply, closing the door behind us, and reviving my hardon in an instant. She was kissing me, and kissing me, and then I was sitting down on the shower's teak seat, lifejackets and canoe paddles to one side, bottles of shampoo and waterwings to the other, and in the middle of this domestic tableau this sexy young girl was pulling down my trunks, running her fingers down the length of my cock, and then smiling as she kissed the head, kissing it gently, then kneeling before me, and with a greater hunger closing her eyes and taking my head into her mouth, and then going down on me HARD. My eyes were transfixed by the greatest sight of my entire life, this beautiful young girl with her mouth full of my cock, hungrily taking me deeper and deeper into herself. The upstairs screaming escalated even further as Gabriella's tight lips drew away from my cock, pausing by the tip as she gave me a conspiratorial smile, and then, pressing their softness to the head of my cock, engulfing me once more with a warmth and wetness that made my entire body tingle. Her middle finger gently traced the bottom of my cock as she went down on me all the way, and with every passing moment I wondered if I was going to erupt -- I'd never come from a blowjob before, but I knew I was going to today. She sucked me, licked me, she gently ran her teeth across my pulsing skin, and she took me all the way into her mouth. 

Suddenly my wife was hollering down for me, and as I yelled back a response my cock involuntarily flexed -- Gabriella giggled around my cock, and made a loud slurp. When my wife yelled, "how much longer are you going to be?" Gabriella made a stifled laugh, and then she answered the question for us both: looking me in the eye, her mouth still half full of my stiff cock, she crossed her arms before her, reached up, and with her thumbs casually undid the straps of her swimsuit. The full view of her perfect young breasts was all it took: I saw her tiny pink aureolas, her achingly stiff nipples, and the tautness of her twenty year old breasts. My hand reached for the back of her head involuntarily, and I came in her mouth. Hard.

Time stood still. In the distance I'm sure there were conversations about lost toys and swimtrunks; for me, there was only this sexy young thing, her lips glistening with my come, giving me the kindest smile I have ever received. I reached down to wipe her lips with my thumb, and she took my hand in both of her own, closing her eyes as she sucked my thumb as she had my cock. Releasing my hand, she squeezed my cock lovingly, and another drop of come came to the surface -- she licked this up, gobbling it, really -- and smiled at me once again. She stood up, adjusted her swimsuit, wiped her mouth with her fingers, and left the shower. Within thirty minutes she was playing with our kids at the beach, as my wife leafed through a magazine. Within a week, she was gone.

Next time, I'll tell you about Helen. 



The Beach House Ch. 01



Hi out there, this is my latest work. A sweet story about a woman and her son, but I've got some bad news! If you're looking to 'jerk off' this isn't the story you want. There is sex, but you've have to read for awhile. I got me an editor. Thanks man. 

"So, what time are we leaving tomorrow?" Levi asked, trying not to look at his lovely mother's large breasts under her thin, silk nightshirt. That was proving to be a very difficult task. She had a great set of C cups with large dark nipples. The eighteen-year-old loved looking at them, and her nipple rings made them even better. 

She loved when he looked at her, it always made her feel so warm and fuzzy inside, but he was her son. 'If only Bill cared half as much about me, I'd have it made' she thought trying to remember the last time her husband even looked at her, but she couldn't. His only goal in life was to see how many girls' he could screw from the office. 

"Shoot, I guess around six, so that means we should get up around five," she said with a laugh, watching her son's face wrinkle in pain. "You're a big-boy, you can take it," she laughed harder, knowing Levi hated to get up so early, but even leaving at that time, they'd still have to get a motel room for the night. 

"Yuck! We should leave at night. I can help you drive. I've been driving over two years now," he said tapping his foot, still trying his best to keep his brown eyes off his Mom's big, juicy tits. 'I hope I find a girl with a fuckin' rack like those babies!' he thought licking his lips, wondering what it would be like sucking and playing with the rings, while fucking a girl. 

She pretended not to notice his eyes on her, but it was starting to take its toll. Her big nipples were starting to swell and she knew there would be no way to hide them from Levi. "We've always done it this way, so there's no sense in changing now," she said, wondering why her handsome, young son liked looking at her so much. He was a great looking guy that could have any girl or woman he wanted, but he spent so much time with her. 

He was six feet tall with a body that would drive any girl crazy. His shoulders and chest were thick with muscles and his chest was covered with a thin coat of brown hair. Plus, that monster between his legs could get him any woman he wanted. 

He couldn't help but notice poor Mom's nips were growing out of control, pushing her tiny rings forward. 'Poor babe! I wish I was Dad for one night. You'd leave him for me!' he laughed to himself feeling his cock growing hard, wondering what Mom was like in bed. 'I bet you'd fuck me to death!' he thought, looking at her short brown hair and pretty blue eyes, wondering why Dad just tossed her aside the way he did. 

"Ok then, I'm off to bed. I hate getting up so damn early," he laughed, reaching out his arms to hug her goodnight. 'Oh fuck!' he screamed to himself as her soft breasts smashed against his bare chest, sending a shot of electricity straight to his already hard cock. 

"Love you," he whispered in her ear as he gently caressed her small, firm ass, wondering if she felt his stiff cock or not. She felt it before and he didn't care; maybe she'd forget Dad and want him. 

She reached to return his hug and wanted to scream. 'My God, you're so big!' she thought as his mass pushed against her thigh, making her heart skip a few beats. 'I wonder what something so big would feel like?' she thought as his hands tormented her ass. It did feel good being touched by such a great looking man, even if he was her son. 

"Goodnight sweetie," she replied, wishing that he was going off to her bed to screw her lonely body to death. But something like that would be so wrong and she'd never forgive herself for taking advantage of him. She knew most men had a thing for their mother and Levi had it bad. 

Levi pulled away and couldn't wait to get in the shower and jerk off. He knew it wasn't normal to think of your Mom the way he thought of her. But she was a fuckin' babe. Deep down, he wanted to make it with her. 'What I wouldn't do,' he thought, adjusting the shower, wondering how he was going to spend the entire summer with her and not make a move on her. 

He knew she had to be going crazy. Dad never touched her in anyway. 'I'd wear your cute little ass out every fuckin' chance I had!' he thought, stepping under the warm water. He pictured her in front of him, with his long, fat cock slamming deep in her body. (Comment: Sorry, Larry. Breaking up the last long sentence left a sentence fragment. Hope that the suggested change is along the line of what you are looking for) 

"Oh God," Levi moaned as his big hand went up and down his long cock-shaft. He envisioned her bent over in front of him, his hard cock up her pussy. 

"Oh fuck! I love you Mom," he moaned stroking faster, imagining being deep in her. In his mind, he fucked her with long, deep strokes, while holding her sweet boobs, pulling on her nipple rings. 

"I love your pussy, Mom," Levi moaned louder. He was so close to spraying cum all over the walls of the shower. 

"Oh Mom," he moaned again, thinking of her nice ass in front of him, his cock deep in her pussy and cuming in the very place that he'd come from. 

"Oh mother fucker," he growled as a long, thick stream of cum shot from the tip of his cock and hit the wall. 

"Oh Mom! Oh Mom, I love you so much," Levi cried as his cock shot cum all over the wall and on the shower floor, leaving him drained and ready for bed. 

Stella couldn't believe what she was hearing. 'Oh my Lord!' she thought covering her mouth in shock, wondering why in the world her handsome son would want to think of her while masturbating. 'I hope you get over this soon and find you a pretty girlfriend,' she thought again as a warm rush covered her forty-year-old body. 

"It's kinda hot I guess," she moaned leaning her five foot ten inch body against the wall, squeezing her breasts, flicking the rings in her nipples. She had enjoyed hearing Levi moaning 'Mom' while he pleasured hielf. 

"I wish I could help you baby," she whispered, thinking of his big manly piece of meat in her hands while she jerked him off, letting him squirt his seeds all over her breasts. 

"That'd make my baby cum, real good," Stella smiled, knowing how much Levi loved her big, full breasts and she was sure that he'd cum in about two seconds. 

"I guess I better go and take care of you so I can get some sleep," she whispered, giving her excited pussy a gentle rub through her shorts and went to her room. 

She stripped off her clothes and walked to the mirror on the closet door. Stella looked over her body and smiled. Not too bad for an old lady," she smiled, looking from her perky breasts down to her very toned stomach. "All that exercising sure pays off," she said to herself, running her hands over the front of her body. She thought of Levi behind her, doing the very same thing. She loved being hugged from behind and feeling a nice, hard cock against her ass, knowing she was about to get fucked. 

"This is going to be a long, horny summer," Stella laughed, thinking of Levi swimming all summer and how tan he always got. 

"I'm going to die," she moaned lying on the bed, caressing her breasts, excited nipples and gently pulling the rings in them. "Suck Mommy's titties," Stella whimpered, thinking of her son pleasing her lonely body, giving her the pleasures that her husband never gave her. 

"Make me feel good, baby," she moaned slowly sliding her right hand down her body, circling her tummy and down between her long, slender legs. "Oh shit," Stella moaned, not knowing that she was being watched by a young boy that loved her so much and would give anything to help her. 

Levi had a feeling that she thought of him the same way he did her and now he knew for sure. 

"Poor Mom wants me just as bad as I want her," he smiled, hoping that being alone with her most of the summer would give him his chance to be with her. "You're going to be mine," Levi said thinking of making love to the same woman that had given him birth and he strolled off to bed. 

"Oh my baby boy," Stella cried as visions of Levi's massive cock sliding in her body, loving her until she orgasmed and fainted in his big, strong arms. Two of her long fingers eased deep into her very wet and excited pussy, slowly moving in and out, giving her a little pleasure. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck your mother," She moaned louder, knowing it wasn't going to be very long until she exploded into a breathtaking orgasm, thinking of her son. She knew it was so wrong, but it felt so fucking good and there was no way in hell she could stop now. Levi was her baby and he was any women's dream come true, even hers. 

"Oh my God! Oh yes! Oh baby," Stella cried out as her body released, thinking of her tall, handsome son fucking her senseless, and it felt so good. She hadn't come like this in years and it made her think - think of screwing her son. 'I wonder if I could or if he even wants me,' she thought, turning on her side and slowly drifting off to sleep. 

*.

'BEEP, BEEP, BEEP'

"Oh shit," Stella moaned reaching to turn off the alarm and realized that she hadn't even bothered to dress last night. 

"Oh well," she laughed pulling herself from the bed and went to shower the stickiness from between her legs. 'I can't believe I did that,' she thought as the hot water cascaded over her body. She'd always admired Levi, but never did anything like dreaming of him while pleasuring herself. 'I can't ever do that again!' Stella thought. She tried her best to keep such thoughts from her mind, but it was going to be so hard. They were going to be alone most of the summer in a very secluded beach house, with no one around for miles. 

"Oh fuck," Stella growled, hoping that she'd be able to resist her urges. "Why does he have to be so damn good looking?" she said turning off the water, wrapped herself in a towel and went down the hall to wake him. 

She walked into his room, quickly noticing that he was a normal young man. His cock was hidden under the sheet, but was pointing straight up to the ceiling like a flag pole. "Shit! Why me?" she whispered to herself, looking at him. She wondered what something so long and fat would feel like. Her husband was a good size, but he didn't come close to what Levi had. Her eyes were locked on it, wishing she had the nerve to pull down the sheet and wake her son in such a way, he'd never forget. She gently caressed her nipples, thinking, trying to sort her mind out, when he began to stir. 

"Hey Mom. Is it time to get up?" Levi asked, stretching his tall body so much, the sheet slid down, completely exposing his stiff cock. "It seems like I just went to sleep," he yawned, not caring that his hard cock was visible to Mom or not. He wanted her to know what he had and it was stupid to sit around with no love in her life, when she could have him. 

She watched him and felt like dying right there in his room. Stella was looking at a work of art and it was her young sons' cock. 'My God!' she thought, fighting the urge to look at it, but it was so big and beautiful, she couldn't help it. 

"You get dressed and I'll make coffee," she quickly said and had to leave the room before she gave in to her desires. It had been far too long since she'd been pleasured and Stella knew she had to get away from him. 

"Poor Mom is going to go crazy," he laughed giving his cock a little squeeze, thinking of being inside her great body and how good it would feel. "I'm betting that she'll be mine by...July." Levi smiled and got up to dress. 

Stella ran to her room, panting for air. "That was to close," she whispered as visions of lust filled her mind. Thoughts of yoer son's beautiful cock sent waves of desire through her body, knowing that she would never want for love again. "I bet it would feel so good," she moaned grabbing both of her large breasts. She squeezed them, wishing that it was Levi behind her, with his big piece of meat between her legs, rubbing over her wet mound of sex. 

"I better stop this before I go back and rape him." Stella giggled, knowing that Levi would love every second of fucking her, and she would too. What woman in her right mind could even resist a young, handsome stud like him? But, there was that one thing that stood in the way: He was her son. 

She dressed and made her way to brew a pot of coffee, with visions of Levi's big cock still lingering in her mind. 'What would something so big and long feel like?' Stella thought, feeling her nipples swelling with excitement. 'I wonder if it would hurt?' she continued thinking of his big piece of meat as a warm rush swept between her long legs and quickly covered her entire body. 'I'd kill to suck something like that!' Stella moaned in her mind, thinking of the big head filling her mouth and sucking him until he erupted. "Oh God," she moaned, hoping she could shove her thoughts of incest away before she did something that she'd regret for the rest of her life. 

"What's wrong?" Levi asked moving behind her, hugging her nice and tight, the way they both loved so much. His hands ran down her sides and he felt something real nice. "Oh wow! Are these a pair of those stretch jeans we saw on the tube?" he asked, running both his hands over the white jeans, her slender hips and great, little ass, feeling his cock begin to grow. 

She just stood frozen, unable to move as he pushed against her ass. When he started touching her, Stella wanted to scream with desire. 

"Yes,' she whispered as Levi's big hands touched nearly every last inch of her lower body, missing only one place. The one place that no man had visited in just over two years, and she needed that problem fixed soon, before she let her son visit that place. 

"Please tell me that you bought more than one pair of them," he sighed, pressing her between him and the cool kitchen counter. Levi knew that his poor Mom had to be enjoying the attention just as much as he was. She loved when he hugged her from behind and he wondered if that would be the key to seducing her. 

Stella couldn't breathe as Levi's hardness grew against her ass. "Yes, I have seven pair of them," she struggled to say, hoping they wouldn't end up on the floor or table. If she was going to consider doing it with her son, Stella wanted it to be special. 

"Wow! I can't wait to see you in them," he whispered in her ear, knowing that Mom liked that too. "When we get to the beach, will you model them for me?" Levi whispered lower, making sure to blow warm air into her ear. When she moaned, he knew Mom would model the jeans for him. 

She knew resisting hime was going to be so hard. He was so handsome, had a massive cock that she was eager to try and she couldn't tell him 'no' if her very own life depended on it. "Sure," she whispered as he grew more, pushing into her ass, driving her crazy with need.

"You're so fuckin' hot," he hugged her again, making sure both his big hands were just under each of her full breasts. He also knew that she loved them touched and played with and he was more than willing to help. "This is going to be the best summer ever," he whispered, thinking of seducing her and claiming her for himself. If Dad was going to just toss her aside for some young bitch, that was fine. Levi wanted her and would give her all the love she needed. 

Stella just rested against him, knowing damn will what he meant, but she couldn't move or say a single word. 

"We need to get some coffee in us and be on our way," she smiled as he pulled from her, leaving an empty feeling that she didn't like at all. She loved when he hugged her. That was Stella's weakness and she knew that weakness was sure to lead her down a forbidden path. 

"Damn, you're pretty," he smiled looking over her lovely face and the tasteful makeup that she always took such great care in putting on. "If I was Dad...I'd never let you out of bed." Levi said as he gently caressed her side, wishing that she'd submit herself to him and stop dragging this out. He knew that she wanted him and she needed to let go and enjoy herself. 

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "What?" Stella said in shock at what he said, but it also warmed her heart. What she wouldn't do for a man like him, but something came to mind. The man was standing right in front of her and all she had to do was say the word. 

"You heard me," he winked, enjoying the warm glow on her stunning face. "If I was Dad, I'd never let your gorgeous little ass out of bed." Levi said it again, making sure that she clearly understood him. He wanted her so badly his balls hurt and he was through with beating off. He wanted her. 

"You're a nasty little boy for saying such things to your mother," she smiled and made her way to sit at the table, hoping she wouldn't cum in her new jeans. "I bought a few other things that I think you're going to like." Stella added in a sly voice and watched his rugged face smile. 

Levi poured a cup of coffee, sat across from her and lit two cigarettes. He handed her one and smiled. "Well, are you going to tell me or are you going to make me wait?" he asked, wondering what his sexy Mom had, because he'd never seen her looking like this. She reminded him of a happy young girl that was enjoying the fact that she was teasing him. 

"I bought two new bikinis," she replied feeling her face turning red, but it felt good. She knew that if they kept playing like this, she'd submit herself to him within two weeks, maybe sooner. "One is white and the other is a light powder blue." She smiled at him and couldn't wait for him to see her. Other than panties, she'd never bought anything so skimpy in her life and she'd be wearing them for her horny, young son. 

He watched her face and just smiled. 'I want you so bad!' he thought, hoping she'd give in to him. "I can't wait to see them." Levi said in a husky low voice as he looked into her pretty eyes, trying to imagine what they'd look like while she was being loved. 

"You're going to be seeing a lot of them and," she paused, thinking of the tiny suits. "And a whole lot of me." Stella whispered feeling as if her body was on the verge of exploding. She loved the way they were playing and wished it could remain this way. But, Levi was a young man that needed a woman and she knew he wouldn't stop until he got one, even if it was his mother. 

"Cool! I can't wait," he smiled thinking of her gorgeous body in some small bikini and the fun he was going to have feeling her up. 

"I bet you can't," she teased knowing his caressing hands were going to be all over her and she couldn't wait. "Just try to remember that I'm your Mom." Stella added with a smile, knowing that would make him touch her even more. 

"How could I forget?" he asked reaching across the small table to run his fingers over her face, enjoying her resting her head on his hand. "You're the hottest Mom in the world." Levi whispered as their eyes looked to each other.

"Are you trying to 'butter' me up?" she asked as that warm feel between her legs started to come again. 

"Hell yes I am," he quickly replied without thinking. "I got you all to myself and I plan on enjoying it," Levi said with a big smile, watching that warm glow returning to her face. "We're both over eighteen. You need to relax and have some fun."

She thought for a few seconds and knew he was right. As long as they didn't make love, what would be the harm in having a little fun? "Ok, but let's keep it the way it is. You can even turn it up a notch, but there's one place that is totally forbidden to touch... and I mean it," Stella said in a firm, motherly voice that he knew all too well and best do as he was told. "Other than that," she paused and couldn't believe what she'd just said to him, but it was too late to take it back now. "I'm all yours for the summer," she smiled, wondering if this was a mistake or not. Telling her horny son that he could do anything he waited to her, as long as he didn't touch between her legs. 'I'm goina die!' she thought, wondering how horny he'd have her. He already drove her crazy.




The Beach House Ch. 01



Levi was in heaven as he thought of all the things he could do to her. "Cool beans," he smiled, feeling his cock growing out of control. "Anything except...um...between your legs right?" he said in a low voice, thinking of feeling up her ass, her wonderful thighs and best of all, her juicy tits.

She returned his smile and nodded yes, hoping she'd live through this. He was a horny guy that should be out chasing women, but for some odd reason he wanted her. 

"Why aren't you out going after women you can...do it with, instead of me?" Stella asked, looking into his eyes, trying to figure this out. Sure it made her feel good having him flirting with her all the time, but he needed to find a woman that he could screw to death. 

"I don't want just any woman," he paused, stood up and walked around the table to her. He pulled her up, into his arms hugging her with one arm, while the other slowly eased under her thin blouse. "I want you," Levi whispered in her ear. His hand moved over her excited breast and nipple, gently caressing them, while he kissed her ear. His cock grew faster and harder than it had ever been before and it was for his sexy Mom. "I love you," he whispered, enjoying the warm, smooth flesh of her breast against his fingers. 

Stella was helpless in his arms and knew that she'd be lucky to hold out even for a few days. She hadn't been loved in so long. Levi's loving hand was tormenting her breast and she needed more, but he was her baby, her son. 

"You need someone you can make love to, not me," she said pulling from him and quickly sat back down to finish her coffee and cigarette, hoping she could resist, but with Levi being such a flirt, holding back might turn out to be a lost cause. 

"I've already told you...I want you,"

*.

"I'm sorry, but we only have one room left. The room does have a king-size bed," the young motel clerk said, wondering why the couple wanted two rooms. 

Stella just stood, wondering if she could stand sleeping with Levi or not. She already wanted him in the worst way and didn't know if this would be a good idea. "Ok, we need to rest," she replied watching the clerk turn and to do a few things. "Just because we're sharing a room, doesn't mean you can do anything and I mean it," Stella whispered to Levi in a stern voice, hoping this wasn't a mistake. She wanted Levi someday soon, but she wanted to be special and not in some 'bug infested' motel room.

Levi just smiled and couldn't resist hugging her. "I know. You told me already," he said running his hands over her ass, feeling her body tense up. 'Poor Mom is so horny!' he laughed to himself and couldn't wait to get to the beach. After some drinks, a little sweet talk and a rubdown, she'd be all his. 'I'm going to love you so good, you'll forget you're even married,' he thought, enjoying the tight jeans and Mom's tight ass under them, wondering how good she'd be in bed. 

"I just want you to remember our rules," she whispered as his hands moved over her body, giving her amazing feelings that were quickly driving her crazy with need. 

"I will," he smiled, squeezing her butt. He couldn't wait to get her. He'd been dreaming of her since he found out what men and women did together. He knew it was a taboo thing to think of, but he couldn't help it. Mom turned him on like no other girl ever had and he wanted her. 

Stella squeezed him and whispered, "Thank you baby."

"Well, here you go. Here's your key. The room is around back. You'll have complete privacy and if you need anything, just push 'O' on your phone," the clerk said watching the sexy, older woman hugging the young kid and he couldn't help but smile. 'I bet she's going to fuck you to death!' he thought giving Levi a wink and a big smile. 

She turned to the clerk and took the key from him. "We will, and thank you very much." Stella said, seeing that Levi and the clerk were smiling at each other. She had a feeling that the smile between them was about her. 'You little shit!' she thought, giving Levi a playful slap on his arm. 

"Let's go you shit." Stella said with a laugh, praying she'd make it through the night without screwing him. 

Levi opened the door, sat down the two bags and jumped on the bed. "This is pretty nice. Come and lay with me, I want to ask you something," he said reaching out for his mom. He pulled her across the bed and he made sure to lie against her side, letting her feel his stiff cock on her hip. 

"I was wondering about something. You said I could do anything I wanted, except...you know. Does that include kissing you?" he asked in a voice that sounded like a little boy asking for a cookie. He wanted everything he could get from this sexy woman, but he also did not want her changing her mind, so he was covering every base. 

Stella looked up at him and smiled. "What kind of kissing?" she asked turning on her side to face him. She knew it was very likely to be the kind every young man wanted. His tongue down her throat as far as he could get it. 

"This kind,," he smiled, sliding his hand over her stomach, under her blouse and to her large, right breast, gently caressing it as his lips moved to hers. He slowly kissed her, while teasing her nipple and carefully pulling the gold ring. He could swear she moaned and he moved closer, pressing his swollen cock against her.

"Oh Lord," Stella moaned in a soft voice, hoping it wouldn't be in this dirty room. She wanted it to be special. "I liked that," she whispered enjoying his kiss. His skilled hand under her blouse driving her crazy with need for his large cock that was pressing against her lonely pussy. 

"Is that the only kind you want?" she asked kissing Levi, pushing her hips closer. She needed to feel him. This was the first time in so long that a man wanted her and it felt so good to know how excited he was for her. 

He was dead and gone to heaven as she pushed so close and kissed him back. His Mom had to be so horny by now and he hoped that she'd give up and let him love her soon. "Maybe a few like this too," he whispered moving his hand from her breast and down to her great ass. He opened his mouth, carefully slid his tongue onto hers. 

'Oh my God!' he thought enjoying her warm mouth as his hand grabbed her ass, pulling her into his stiff and needy cock. Feelings rushed over him that he could have never imagined. His head was spinning, his cock felt as it was close to exploding; all for his gorgeous Mom. 

Stella was helpless as Levi continued his slow and careful seduction of her. She loved every second of it, too. 'I bet girls line up to fuck you,' she thought as his hard cock pressed against her already excited pussy. He kissed her with so much love and tenderness, Stella wanted to cry. No man, not even his father every wasted time kissing her. They were only after her tantalizing breasts and great body. No one ever took the time to actually please her, just themselves. 

"Oh shit," she moaned sitting up on the bed, wondering how she was going to survive this. "I think all kissing will be ok, but that's it for right now. You're killing me," Stella said with a laugh, as she stood up to get her purse for a well needed cigarette. "How maybe girls have you been with?" she asked sitting in a worn out chair that smelled like it had been pissed on a few hundred times. 

Levi sat up, reached for a smoke of his own and started counting in his mind. "I think it's been twenty five," he said as a shocked look covered her face and he couldn't help laughing. 

"My son's a slut," she smiled at him and had a good idea that she would be number twenty six. "So, when and who was your first conquest?" Stella asked, wondering if he'd screwed anyone she knew, but then she wasn't sure if she wanted to know or not. 

He laughed, knowing his next words were going to really piss her off. "Remember that summer I spent with Aunt Rachael?" Levi said as her jaw dropped and he knew she was pissed. 

"Don't you dare say that you fucked my sister ," Stella growled, knowing it had been a bad idea to let him stay with her. But his father had insisted on it and Stella ended up spending the entire summer by herself. 

He didn't know what to say. Levi thought that he should have told her about someone else, but it was too late now. "I don't know what to say then. It was great. She taught me so many wonderful things and it wasn't just her. I did my share of flirting with her too." Levi said, hoping to ease some of Mom's anger towards her sister. 

"She shouldn't have done that to you. She's your Aunt," Stella replied, knowing that her younger sister was going to get an ear full. "Is there anyone else I should know about?" she asked, wondering if he was going to piss her off anymore. 

"Well, remember when I broke my leg and you and Dad had to go out of town," he said and just like before, Mom was pissed off. 

"My God! You did that college girl too? You were just a baby," Stella growled, thinking of the twenty some year old girl seducing her young son. She thought of his gentle touch, his talent for charming her and his wonderful kissing skills. "Well, I can say that they taught you very well," she laughed, shaking her head. 

"Aunt Rachael made sure I did it all good. She said a man that was good in bed, would go very far in life," he smiled as images of that amazing summer with her flooded his mind. "It helped in school too." Levi said watching her giving him that dreadful mother stare. "Remember last year when I was flunking math and then my grade went up to an A?" he smiled and Mom just shook her head at him.

"I guess Miss Jones got some too?" she asked motioning to his cock. 

"She loved it," he laughed thinking of the horny woman fucking him half to death and giving him anything he wanted. 

"You've screwed all these ladies, so why did you start chasing me around?" Stella asked, wondering if she was just going to be one of his conquests or was he serious about her.

"I've always been crazy about you," he said moving on the floor and between her legs. "Anyone I've been with, I've pretended it was you." Levi said as tears filled his eyes, hoping that this wasn't going to fuck things up with her. "Miss Jones even let me call her your name while we did it," he added feeling the tears running down his face. "Please don't be mad. I want this to be 'our' summer," Levi said. When she hugged him, he knew everything would be fine.

She couldn't do or say anything but hug him. "Did you really call her my name?" Stella asked feeling her own tears starting to run down her face. 

"Yes! And it was so awesome! I came so hard; I thought I was going to die," he quickly replied reaching back under her blouse, caressing both her excited breasts. "It was fun calling her Mom, but I'd rather do it for real," Levi said, sitting up on his knees and kissing her deeply and with so much passion, he felt like fainting in her arms. 

His words filled her ears and she wanted scream. Stella could see him on her, screwing her with his massive piece of meat, calling her Mom as he loved her long into the night. "Oh God! Give me strength" she moaned as the visions swept through her mind. His kissing and fondling her breasts, wasn't helping her at all. "I can't do it. You're my son, baby. It's bad enough that I'm letting you do all these things to me. I'm not sure if I can go that far," she sniffed as more tears ran down her face, thinking of Levi loving her and how good it would feel. 

"It's ok. As long as I can do everything else," he smiled, knowing that he'd be doing a lot of jerking off. 

"Anything you want baby, just remember my rule," she smiled and had a great idea. Stella pulled her small blouse off, tossed it on the bed and she loved the look on her handsome sons' face. He looked like a small boy on Christmas Day. "Do you like them?" she asked with a big smile knowing he did.

"Oh fuck yes," he moaned and started sucking her tender nipples. "Oh Mom," Levi whimpered as he carefully sucked each nipple with love and tenderness. "You're so beautiful," he moaned louder, pulling her hips down to his and without thinking, he started grinding against her pussy. "I love you," he moaned going from one breast to the other, savoring her warm flesh, her sweet smell and her soft moans of pleasure. 

"Levi," she cried pushing her hips to his, hoping she could stop this before it got out of hand. "My baby," Stella moaned as his big cock rubbed on her lonely pussy. 'I want you so bad!' she screamed to herself and she knew this had to stop. "Wait," she said giving Levi a gentle push back. "I need to catch my breath," she lied, hoping she could get away from him before she committed the worst sin on earth. "I'm not ready for this yet," she whispered giving him a soft kiss. "You go take a shower before we go too far," Stella said. It broke her heart to tell him no, but this wasn't the time or place. She wanted to be special. 

He wanted her and thought about going on, but he had all summer and she would be his very soon. "I'm doing this under protest," he smiled standing up and pulling off his shirt. "And, I want you to really think about this," Levi added as he pulled down his jeans, giving his Mom a perfect view of his very, very hard cock. "I want you and I'm not giving up," he said leaning to kiss her, his massive cock rested on her left breast. He felt her suck in a deep breath of air. 

She listened to him and watched her handsome son stripping off his clothes. 'Oh my God! It's fucking gorgeous!' Stella moaned to herself as his big cock filled her eyes. "How do you ever get that thing in a girl?" she asked with a lustful voice, hoping that she'd find out whenhe managed too get it in another girl: her. 

"Maybe you'll get to find out," he winked and walked away. He knew that Mom loved seeing him, but Aunt Rachael told him that any girl could be teased into bed. That he had to take his time and be slow and he could get any woman he wanted. He didn't think that she meant his own mother, but what the hell. 

*.

"I love coming out here." Stella said as Levi walked out on the boat dock. "I'm so glad I didn't listen to your Dad, when he thought I should sell this place," she added as a cool breeze blew off the ocean. She wondered what it would be like making love right here. 

Levi moved behind his Mom, hugging her as close as he could get, while gently kissing the back of her neck. "You have to remember that he's not very bright." He and Stella laughed together as they enjoyed the setting sun while holding each other. "He just hates this place because you bug him about coming out here. He'd rather stay in the city and fuck one of his whores.' Levi added, knowing it was the truth.

She stood with Levi behind her, gently kissing her neck, driving her into another state of arousal. She could feel her future lover growing against her ass, knowing everything he said was the truth. 

"I know," she said turning to face him, wondering how much longer she could hold out. Levi was the most caring man she'd ever known and was going to be a fantastic lover. "This is going to be 'our' summer," she said leaning to kiss him, feeling her heart racing and her very lonely pussy begging her to give in, but she needed more time. "I didn't want him to come. He can just stay where he is and fuck anyone he likes. We have each other," she smiled running her hands over Levi's chest. She couldn't wait to have her handsome, young son on her. 

"You're so pretty," he whispered as the last ray on sun fell across her face, gently lighting her beautiful eyes and soft hair. 

Stella just smiled, enjoying his sweet words and hard cock pressing against her body. "Are you trying to get in my panties?" she asked in a soft voice. Of course she knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it. 

"Well," he replied, reaching to caress her sweet ass through her tight jeans. "I'm hoping to get into something that's nice, warm and very, very wet and delicious." Levi added, watching her face turning a nice shade of pink. 

She gave him a playful slap on his arm. "You bad, little boy, I should tell your mother to wash your mouth out with soap." Stella said, knowing her face had to be so red. He was turning her on again. It felt so good to hear him say what he wanted. For some odd reason, Stella loved hearing him say it. "How do you know it's delicious?" she asked, feeling his big hands sliding all over her butt, sending wave after wave of excitement to her brain and pussy. 

"A guy just knows things like that and I know damn well that yours will be the best I've ever had," he smiled and couldn't resist kissing her. "I want you so bad," Levi moaned, hugging her as tighter.

Stella couldn't breathe and it wasn't from him hugging her. "I know baby," she whispered, feeling like was she about to explode in his masculine arms. "I want it too, but I need more time. This isn't something we should just jump into. We need to take our time and make sure this is really what we want. It's going to change our lives forever," she said, caressing his face, watching it fill with disappointment. But Stella knew she wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. 

Levi knew she was right, but he was hurting for her. She'd been in his dreams and in his heart for so long. "I know, but it sucks. You're all I've ever wanted and it's so hard waiting for you," he said feeling like he was close to crying. "I love you so much." Levi added, wishing she'd get over her fears and give in. 

"I love you too baby," she whispered as his hands roamed her body, making it so hard to resist. "Give me a little time and," she looked into his needy eyes, seeing his love and desire. "I'll be all yours and you can do anything you want," she purred, thinking of his big, hard cock nestled deep in her very, very lonely pussy, giving her everything she'd ever dreamt of from a man. 

*.

Levi turned to look at the clock next to his bed and couldn't believe what time it was. His and Mom's teasing and tormenting each other was taking its toll on him. He hadn't slept right in the last two weeks because of his hard cock. "Fuck," he moaned looking down to his stiff cock and knew if Mom didn't give in soon, he'd have to find a girl. "I need a fuckin' drink," he said getting out of bed. He didn't bother putting anything on. 

He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. "That's what I need," he smiled, chugging down half of it without stopping. he noticed the faint glow of a cigarette out on the deck. "Look who else is having trouble sleeping," Levi smiled. Getting the rest of the beer he walked out on the deck with his Mom. 

"Hi. Can't you sleep either?" he asked sitting down next to her. He noticed her looking at his very erect cock. "I think he likes you." Levi smiled, putting his right hand behind her while slipping his left hand down her creamy thigh, hoping she wouldn't mind. He needed to touch her so bad. 

She had heard him coming from the kitchen and smiled when he sat down. But she quickly saw her baby boy had to be in agony. She wanted him so bad, but the thought of screwing her son wouldn't leave her mind. She'd never wanted anyone as badly as she wanted him, but she couldn't let go. "I think he does too." Stella smiled, feeling his hand creeping around her thigh and she loved it. "I've got something that really likes you just as much," she whispered as his loving fingers moved on her wet panties and towards her freshly shaven pussy. 

"Oh really?" he smiled as the feel of her delicate panties tormented him to no end. "And, what might that be?" Levi whispered, leaning to kiss her. When he touched her, she sucked in a massive breath of air. "Is it good?" he whispered, enjoying her warmth and wetness on his fingers. The best thing was that he knew her wetness was all for him. 

"You know it is," she panted trying to catch her breath, but her baby boy was fingering her pussy; the very same pussy that he'd come from. "You little shit," she cried out when two fingers slid deep into her wet and willing hole. "Oh mother fucking God! You're in me," Stella screamed enjoying that fact that someone else's fingers besides her own were in her. It felt so good and Stella was sorry that she'd made him wait this long. She began to squeeze his hard shaft.




The Beach House Ch. 01



He kissed her deeper, sliding his fingers in and out of her wetness. "My sexy Mom," he whispered as they kissed like animals in heat. "You feel so good," he panted moving faster, enjoying her sucking his tongue and squeezing his stiff cock shaft. "Cum for me. Cum on your sons' fingers," Levi said kissing over her pretty face, feeling her insides begin to tighten on his fingers. Her hand started sliding up and down his cock. "Mom's getting close," he smiled as he continued fingering her faster and as deep as he could.

"My baby," she moaned kissing him, stroking his wonderfully hard cock, wishing she was ready to fuck him. Stella needed her baby to fill her pussy, rip her in two and fuck her until she fainted. That would be soon. But for now, his fingers were doing the job and doing it very well. 

"My handsome baby," she moaned, holding him in her hand, stroking him, hoping he'd cum with her. "Make me feel good," Stella panted in his mouth as they kept kissing pleasing each other. "Make me cum, baby," she moaned louder, feeling an almost forgotten feeling returning to her pussy. It was building deep in her body and flowing into the back of her lonely pussy. 

"You're so beautiful," Levi moaned in her mouth as they kissed. "I can't wait to fuck you. I can see you under me, my hard cock deep in your hot, sexy pussy and me fucking you," he whispered, enjoying her deep moans of lust and her body arching up. "Your son fucking you, until you cum on my big, hard cock," Levi growled in her panting mouth, knowing that she was only a few seconds away. "And then, I'll fill it with my hot cum," he said, pushing his fingers in her as fast and as deep as he could. 

Stella just lay there, enjoying him fingering her, stroking him while his words drove her crazy. "Yes," she whimpered as they kissed, imagining him in her body, filling her with his young, energetic eighteen year old cock. Imagining him screwing her half to death. His words became more intense, telling her just how he'd do her. When he said, "I'll fill you with hot cum," it was over. 

"My God! Yes! Yes," Stella screamed out into the night, as things tore through her that she could have never thought possible until now. "I'm cuming! I'm cuming," she kept screaming as the breathtaking feelings slashed through her body and raced in her brain. 

"That's my girl," Levi said as her tight muscles clamped around his fingers. Her hand squeezed him so hard it came close to hurting. Her body fell against him. "Come on my sweetness. Get it all out," he whispered, holding her with his right arm, while the other hand continued pleasing her. "You have all the fun you want," he said in a soft voice, holding her with love and tenderness. 

She was helpless as her body trembled and quivered against her loving son. "You didn't cum," she sobbed, wishing that he'd cum with her. "I need to help my baby,' she sobbed trying to sit up, but she couldn't. The feelings that Levi had given her made her body feel like a bowl of Jell-O. "I gotta help my baby," she sobbed, enjoying the blissful feelings and his strong arms holding her so tight and she never wanted it to end. 

"I'm ok," he smiled, giving her a soft kiss and picked her up in his arms. "Let's get you to bed," Levi said carrying her through the house and up to her bedroom. "You get some rest, we can finish this later," he whispered, laying her on the bed. 

"Lay with me," she whispered holding his hand, not wanting him to go and leave her alone. "Lay with me." Stella begged and was so happy when she felt his body next to hers. She quickly drifted off into a deep sleep. 

Levi held her as she drifted off. He thought about mounting her and relieving himself, but he wanted her awake, returning his love.

*.

Bill sat on the bed, waiting for the young girl in the bathroom to finish whatever she was doing. As he waited, he had a thought. 'I wonder why Stella hasn't been bugging me about going to the beach house. She's normally called me a hundred times by now,' he added scratching his chin. 'I wonder if she was having an affair.' He knew he hadn't screwed her in a few years, but she was still his and no other man was going to fuck her but him. "I guess I should go out there and check things out," he said lighting his smelly cigar and gulped down the last of his drink. "I'll kill that fuckin' bitch if she is," he added, thinking of her fucking some other man. She was his and his only. No man was going to slip his dick in her and get away with it. 

"I'm ready sir," a sweet and very young appearing girl said, opening the bathroom door. She walked out wearing a Catholic School Girl uniform. 'Catholic School Girls should be national treasures,' Bill thought as he admired her.

He had to smile. She looked as if she'd just turned fourteen, but we all know she has to be eighteen, or this couldn't be posted. "You look so cute,," he said feeling his old, wrinkled cock coming to life. With the Viagra he took an hour ago, he knew this young cunt was going to get the fuck of her young life. He motioned for her to sit between his legs. "Suck it," he said in a hard voice as he grabbed her small pigtails and pulled her face to his dick. "Suck it hard," he added, hoping she could get him really hard. He wanted to fuck this young beauty to death. 

She was around five foot five inches tall with very light brown hair and the prettiest blue eyes he'd ever seen in his life. She didn't weigh over a hundred pounds and her body was a work of art. Her tiny A cup breasts stood proudly under the white uniform shirt and her tiny ass was nice and firm, just the way Bill loved them. 

She took him deep, the way most old men loved it, and sucked hard. She'd been with lots of old guys and she knew what they loved. This guy kinda scared her with the way he talked, but if he was stupid enough to hurt her, John, her pimp, would be more than happy to kill the old fart. 

"Am I doing it right?" she purred in a sweet voice, watching the old man's face filled with joy. 

He watched her thin pink lips wrapped tightly around his cock and he realized this little bitch knew her shit. "Oh yes! So get back to it, you little cunt," he ordered, shoving his growing cock back into her warm, young mouth, enjoying her sucking him so fucking hard. 

'You fuckin' prick," Mandy thought, trying to keep from gagging on the old fucker. She was telling John about this guy and how rough he was. 'He's going kick your old, wrinkled ass!' she thought, holding back a laugh, thinking of John beating the shit out of the old man. 

"Oh hell yeah," Bill moaned shoving his now hard cock as deep as he could into her mouth, umcaring whether she was being gagged or not. He'd paid a thousand cash for her and he was going to get his monies worth. "Suck you fucking cunt! Suck it whore," he growled fucking her mouth as hard and as fast as he could. He planned on fucking this little bitch hard and he didn't give a damn if she got hurt or not. 

Mandy fought to keep from throwing up. He was shoving his cock head down her throat with no mercy. 

She loved sucking a long cock like his and if he'd take it easy, Mandy would let him do just about anything to her. But he was just a mean, old man that was out to hurt her. 'John's going to kill you!' she thought holding back throwing up on him. 'Bet that would stop you from doing this!' Mandy laughed to herself, wondering if she could beat him to the door and yell for help. 

"Come on cunt, suck it harder," he growled reaching to give her tiny ass a hard slap, enjoying the sound. He knew he'd be doing that a lot more before this night was over. He loved slapping the ass of the whore he was fucking. This one was so young and her flesh was nice and tender, just the way he loved it. "Suck it whore," he growled, slapping her harder, enjoying her moan of pain.

'You mother fucker!' Mandy cried to herself as the horrible burn on her tiny ass radiated throughout her young body. 'John better kill you or I'm going to,' she thought as tears of pain ran down her pretty face, dripping on the old fuckers cock. 

"Oh, is the little whore crying?" he laughed, lifting her chin to look. "To bad cunt! I paid big bucks to do anything I want to you. So just enjoy it, because I am," he laughed, grabbing both her tiny nipples through her blouse and squeezed with all his might. He watched tears pouring from her eyes and he laughed harder. "How was that, cunt?" he laughed and knew this little bitch was really going to get it hard. He hadn't felt this good or been this hard in a long time. 

Mandy cried as the pain tore through her body. She knew he wanted it hard and she'd agreed to it, but she never expected anything like this. 'You're dead fucker!' she thought as she looked up to him with cold eyes, knowing that one way or another, he was a dead man. 

He just laughed at her and was ready to fuck. But he wasn't sure of what hole he wanted first. He loved fucking pussy and was sure hers would be nice and sweet. But he also knew that a girl this young, had to have a nice, tight ass. 

"Get up cunt! I'm ready to fuck," He ordered jerking her from his cock and throwing her face down on the bed. "Do you want it up your little whore cunt or up this sweet ass?" He asked caressing her tender ass, knowing it was going to be so good. 

"No," Mandy tried getting up, but he shoved her back down on the bed and lay across her lower back. "Let me go and I'll forget everything you've done to me," she lied, hoping the old fucker would let her go. "My guy is really going to hurt you as it is, so you better let me up," Mandy pleaded, hoping the old man would stop. She hated it up the butt, and the way this old fuck was treating her now, he was sure to rip her apart. "I mean it, let me go," she cried. By this time, she was fighting with all of her might, but she was smashed face down on the bed, making it a loosing battle. 

He reached down, ripped off her tiny undies and had a wonderful idea. Bill moved up her body, punched her in the side and when she opened her mouth to scream, he quickly shoved them in. "That ought to keep you fucking quiet," he laughed jerking her to the edge of the bed, making sure her lower body was hanging off the side. "Now I can really fuck this sweet, little thing," he laughed drawing back his hand, slapping her tiny ass hard as he could, enjoying her squirming and moaning in pain. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll never forget me.," He laughed as he positioned himself between her small legs and pointed his hard cock to her small ass.

The pain rushed through Mandy when his fist hit her side and when she tried screaming, the old fucker shoved her panties into her mouth! 'I'm going to kill you!' she cried to herself, hoping John would let her blow this mother fuckers brains out. 'I hate you! I hate you!' she thought as he pulled her to the side of the bed. She knew what was coming. She'd been raped one other time in her life and swore that it would never happen again, but it was. 

'No! No!' she thought as he moved between her legs, spreading them so wide it hurt. Mandy closed her eyes, hoping he'd put some kind of lubricant on her first. But, as evil as he was, she knew he wouldn't.

*.

Stella woke the next morning, feeling a wonderful treat between her legs, knowing her poor, baby needed help. She rolled over to face him, gently taking his very hard, long cock into her hands. She began stroking. "My baby," she moaned thinking of him deep in her body and just how fantastic it was going to feel. "I can't wait to have you inside me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me and fill me with your hot cum," she purred, thinking of his hot seed filling her body. She hadn't had a hard cock in her for years, let alone the warm cum of a man that loved her. 

Levi woke, looking down to his cock and couldn't believe what his Mom was doing. "Oh fuck yes," he moaned, pushing his hips towards her body, hoping this was it. He was going to cum all over her beautiful body. "I want it between these beautiful things," he said moving up, putting his stiff cock between her large globes of tender flesh. "I wanta fuck your titties, Mom," he moaned, watching her smile and smash her big tits around his cock. 

"Do it baby! Fuck them all you want," she cried watching his big cock between them. "I want you to cum all over me," Stella whimpered, knowing what her baby really needed and wanted so bad. But, she wasn't ready for that. She smashed her breasts around Levi's big cock, having a good idea that it wouldn't be long until she'd be covered in cum. "Come on baby," she moaned to him and that's when she had an idea. Stella shoved him on his back, quickly slid between his legs and stated sucking his cock like never before. 

Levi watched his big cock fucking Mom's tits and it was a dream come true. He couldn't count the number of times this sight had filled his mind and now it was happening. Her words filled his ears as he watched. What more could he ever ask and then another dream came true. He couldn't believe it when Mom sucked him into her mouth and to the back of hr warm throat, sucking him like she'd been doing him for years. 

"Oh Mom," he yelled when his cock hit her throat. "I love you! I love you so much," he yelled louder as they held each others hands. Her pretty eyes smiled to him. "Oh, I love you," he moaned, watching her sucking him with more love and tenderness than he could have ever thought possible. 

Stella sucked him like no other man she'd ever been with in her life. She wanted to please him and she knew from his moaning that she was. She slowly went up and down his big shaft, sucking, licking and carefully running her white teeth over it. 

"You're out of this world," he whispered, running his hands through her hair and he felt his balls begin to stir. "I'm getting close,' he said in a soft voice. He couldn't wait to shoot his cum on her big tits, but she started sucking harder and moving her head faster. "Oh yes! Can I cum in your mouth?" he asked. Hearing a deep moan of approval was all it took. Cum shot from his cock so hard, it felt as if the head was going to blow off. 

She heard him and knew it was every mans' dream to cum in a women's mouth. There was no way she could deny him this pleasure. Stella sucked harder, wanting only to please her baby and it happened. Warm cum shot from the tip of Levi's cock, filling her mouth and sliding down her willing throat with ease. 

Levi was in heaven as Mom sucked him dry. He pulled her up, over his body, feeling his still very hard cock resting on her pussy. "I love you so much," he smiled, kissing the tip of her perfect, little nose, knowing it wasn't going to be much longer until they were together.

Stella felt his cock and wanted him so badly. "I think you need to take me out on a nice, romantic date tonight. If you do, there's a very, very good chance that you'll get lucky," she whispered in a needful voice, thinking of her loving son in her, giving her the passion her husband wouldn't. 

"Cool," he smiled running her hands over her ass, making sure to push her to his cock. "I'll pick you up around seven tonight." Levi added with joy in his voice. He couldn't wait to take Mom from his father. 

End of part one.

Part two should be on as soon as the site gets to it. They are some buzy people.

Hey, if you can, please remember to vote. 



The Beach House Ch. 01



You arrived at your friend's beach house a day early. Your friends are going to show up tomorrow and have a party for the July long weekend. You are thirsty and it is extremely hot outside. You go in and open the windows to get some air flowing. Then you go and make yourself a vodka paralyser and head for a shower. As you stand in front of the mirror you strip down and admire your body. You are slim but have nice curves in the right places. You slip a hand down to your pussy and finger yourself for a bit. You are extremely horny, as you need to be fucked very often. You just haven't found the right man to satisfy yourself. Sure it is easy to pick any man up with your looks but all they are is boys, children in adult bodies. You find yourself think of an older man. One who has taste and is stable in life. You think of brad pitt and wonder if there is an older man out there for you. You step into the shower and try to relax.

Unknown to you a car has pulled up with three men in it. They are older gentlemen who had devious things on their minds. They seen you pull up and know that you are alone. They are surprised to see the door is unlocked. Frank is a construction worker who has big muscles and a dark tan opens the door and creeps in. Tom follows. He is a real estate agent who runs in his spare time to keep fit. Jerry walks in as if he owns the place. He is a computer guru who has a lot of spare time on his hands. He isn't built but has been blessed with an enormous cock that leaves his two friends at a disadvantage. 

Frank walks up to the bedroom door and hears you in the shower. He motions for his friends to come on over. They walk in an peek at your clothes on the floor. Tom picks up your pair of underwear and smells them. He sighs and walks over to the bathroom door. He peeks in and sees that the shower door is fogged over. They can see your shadow inside as you are bringing yourself to an intense orgasm. As you start to cum they rush the shower, flinging the door open and grab you. You are totally shocked by their appearance but are unable to do anything much because of the orgasm you are in the middle of having. Jerry walks up and puts a collar around your throat. He then takes a leash and connects it to the collar. Jerry pulls down so you have to get on your hands and knees. You are a little scared, as you have no idea what is going to happen to you. You don't have to wait long. 

Tom walks up behind you and with one hand he grabs a handful of hair and pulls your head back. With his other hand he grabs a butt cheek and gives your ass a very hard squeeze. You wince from the pressure of the squeeze but offer no resistance. Frank tells Jerry to bring you to the bed. Jerry brings you over, picks you up like you are as light as a feather and throws you on the bed. You land on your stomach and bounce once. On your way down to the bed Frank grabs a pair of handcuffs and cuffs your hands above your head so you are helpless on your stomach. Jerry produces a camera and starts to take pictures of your naked and petite body. Tom climbs on the bed and you realize that he has taken off his clothes. He climbs up and gets above your head. He gets himself positioned so your face and his dick are facing each other.

Start sucking little woman Tom commands. You open your mouth to protest but Tom grabs the back of your head and pulls your mouth over his cock. He controls you by pulling on your hair. All you can do is make sounds as his cock is going down your throat. It is becoming hard for your to breath but Tom pays no attention. You do your best to give him head but you can't gain your stride.

Frank climbs on the bottom of the bed and starts kneading your ass cheeks. He slips a finger in your pussy and realizes you are still sopping wet. Hey guys he announces, she is liking this. Tom chuckles and says good. He then erupts and shoots a gallon of cum down your throat. You have no choice but to swallow, as he is still deep down your throat. 

Frank in the mean time has been licking your ass. You are an anal virgin and never thought you would like anything done to your ass but you are strangely turned on by his attentions. Next you feel his finger being inserted in your rosebud. You relax as much as you can to try to make the strange feeling go away. Frank pulls his finger out and then you feel his cock head at your back door. You start to buck, as you know that he means to deflower you anally. He laughs and says sorry babe.... this flower has to go. He pressed himself in and the pain is starting to grow. His cockhead pops past your ring and he stops letting you get use to him size. When he feels you start to relax he thrusts himself all the way down to his balls in one smooth stroke.

You cry out in pain and surprise. The tears flow from your eyes, as the pain in your ass is unbearable at the moment. He holds you down as you move your hips from side to side trying to dislodge the anal invader up your ass. You realize that you can't get him out so you work on trying to relax to help the pain subside. Frank grabs you by the hips and starts to pump your ass extremely hard. Your ass feels raw and starts to burn. Frank pulls out and you feel empty. You feel a cold dab on your asshole and next he is back in giving your ass an extremely thorough fucking. The pain is not so bad know as the lubrication helps. After awhile you open your mouth to gasp as you find yourself enjoying your anal fucking. Tom has been watching this whole time and is soon sporting another erection. He grabs your head and forces your mouth back over his cock. 

You always dreamed of having a two some although under different circumstances but then again you are powerless here. Frank is getting close so he reaches around your throat and plainly starts to choke you. You tense up which your ass tenses up to and becomes very tight. You start to get light headed and feel like you are on the verge of passing out. Right before you pass out you can feel the anal invader flood your bowels with warm hot cum. You black out.

A while later you wake up and see Jerry standing beside you naked, sporting a bigger erection that either of the other two men had. You open your mouth and say oh my as he climbs on the bed with you.

To Be Continued...



The Beach House Ch. 01



I knew there were a few options on how the long weekend might turn out. I had invited my long time friend over to stay with me, just hanging out at my time share, enjoying a few days on the beach with no responsibility, no schedule, just me and her for 4 days. She had immediately said yes, and it wasn't until today that I started feeling nervous. Her plane was scheduled to arrive in about two hours and I still hadn't decided how I was going to broach the topic I wanted to discuss with her. 

Worst case scenario, she would leave and never speak to me again. Best case, she would be all about it. Reality- I'm sure shock, perhaps even a little uncomfortable silence would come about and maybe we'd still be friends after it was all said and done. My 30th birthday had just passed and I had decided then that I would be honest with myself and my friends and be who I wanted to be. I would be who I knew I needed to be. 

By the time I picked her up, my stomach had stopped its flip flopping and I was feeling ok. I had also pushed the whole thing to the very back of my mind. She was in a great mood and couldn't stop talking about how much it meant to her for me to ask her to come out and how excited she was to be here. 

It was dinner time when we got back to the beach house, so I offered to cook while she showered off the travel dust and got changed into appropriate vacation wear. She was still in her work clothes and although she looked excellent in the well tailored black slacks and green silk blouse that paled in comparison to her fiery eyes, they were not fit for the sand and surf. 

I cracked open a bottle of wine with dinner and we both drank heartily. As we finished eating, she noticed the amazing sunset over the water and asked to take a walk on the beach before it got too dark. I happily obliged, secretly relieved when she refilled her wine goblet to the rim before stepping out onto the deck. I topped off my glass as well, almost finishing off the second bottle. We had sat and caught up for quite some time- I hadn't realized it had been so long. I took a moment and centered myself. Deep breaths- that's what I needed. 

She was at the water's edge by the time I followed her out. She had taken off her shoes, finished her wine and stripped down to her bikini by the time I got to her. Time had actually improved her body, her breast were still as perky as they were in college, and her overall form leaner than our junk food school days. Laughing like I hadn't heard her do since our first summer away after high school graduation, she ran, splashing into the water. I had on a halter top and shorts, but I followed her in with wild abandon. The water was painted with the purples, oranges and dark pinks of the sunset and we were surrounded with color. The waves were gentle and the water warm and shallow. I looked up and down the private beach and realized we were the only people I could see. 

"What do you think?" I asked as we floated side by side, watching as the sky faded to a dark blue and the stars began to come out. 

"Heaven," she replied. "This place is wonderful, and I can't think of anyone I'd rather be here with." Her hand brushed mine and I felt a current pass between us. 

"I'm glad you came. It wouldn't be much fun if I were here all alone." I responded, unsure if this was my opportunity or not. "We should probably get back to the beach before it gets too dark. We're out farther than I thought." I said, standing in water almost up to my chin. The lights on the beach house were tiny and twinkling. She stood as well and took my hand as she started walking towards land. 

In my semi-drunken state, I stumbled out of the water and just as I was almost free of the surf, a strong wave came up and knocked me down. As I rolled over, laughing, she fell almost on top of me. Face to face, both giggling like school girls, our feet in the water still, I leaned up and kissed her. Her eyes widened, obviously startled and she jumped up. I just knew I'd ruined it. I should have said something. I should have warned her. 

She hadn't moved from the spot where she stood, so I stood up too. I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes- I didn't want to see her disapproving look. I especially didn't want to see pity. 

"How long have you known?" she finally asked. 

I looked at her puzzled for a moment before realizing what she was asking. "A little while. I just recently decided to stop pretending though. I'm sorry."

She grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. "Don't ever apologize for something like that. You have nothing- I mean nothing -- to apologize for." She pulled me to her and kissed me. "I can't believe you waited this long though," she said, leaning back from me. 

My puzzled look returned. 

She laughed, head tilted back. "Oh my. I thought for sure you'd known when we were in college. We all knew, but didn't say anything- figured you'd share when you were ready. I noticed the way you watched other girls, the kinds of boys you dated -- they were all terribly effeminate. When you and I shared a bed on that field trip for archeology class, you spooned me the entire night." 

I could feel my cheeks burning a little. "I always thought it was something else. I thought we were just best friends."

"We are best friends. That's what makes it even better," she replied, touching my face and brushing my hair behind my ear. "I always hoped you'd find a way to be honest with yourself and I'd be the one you'd come to."

"I never imagined it would be anyone but you," I said, drawing my face in closer to hers. I could feel her breath on my face. I kissed her the way I'd always wanted someone to kiss me. My right hand was on the back of her head, full of her thick black hair and my left hand was on her hip, drawing her body to mine. Her hands went up my back and down again, resting on my hips. In the shifting sand, as she stepped towards me and I stepped towards her, we lost our balance and wound up in a tangled mess. I'd stirred something deep inside me though and I couldn't stop. She crawled up the beach a bit to dry sand and I followed. I was on top of her and our lips were hungrily seeking each other's. I noticed her breathing was rapid and realized mine was as well. Her hand was trying to get up my halter top but couldn't quite separate the clingy wet fabric from my body. She reached behind me and untied it at the neck and the back and stripped it away. 

"Lean up a sec," she requested. I sat up, straddling her in the sand. She gazed at my bare breasts, reaching up to caress them. "They're just as beautiful as I'd fantasized." She pulled me back to her, kissing me deeply. I needed to kiss her, needed to feel her tongue intertwine with mine. I kissed her neck, her shoulders, and feeling much like I expect a teenage boy does the first time a girl lets him feel her up, I kissed the tops of her breasts. I tried to slide her bikini top over so I could admire her as well, but it was uncooperative. She untied the part behind her neck and I slowly peeled the white triangles from her breasts. Her nipples were small and hard and dark against her pale skin. I gently rubbed them between my thumb and forefingers like I would rub my own while masturbating. Pressing my body against hers, feeling her breasts against mine was an amazing feeling. It sent electric currents through my entire body and I realized my pussy was very hot and wet. 

"I think we need to take this inside," I panted, kissing her right shoulder and breast while massaging her left breast with my free hand. Her back arched and she moaned as I nibbled gently on her nipple. 

"Yes, I agree," she sighed. I slowly got to my feet, and pulled her up. We practically ran back to the beach house. The massive 2 person chaise on the end of the sectional sofa was as far as we made it. She pushed me down and tugged my shorts off. 

"Is that for me or do you always keep it that way?" she asked, a salacious grin on her face as she gazed at my shaved pussy. I was happily admiring her perky breasts and it was my turn to have a feisty grin. 

"I keep it shorn, but I made sure it was nice and smooth for you. I had grand plans of seducing you this weekend." 

She untied the strings on the sides of her bottoms and smiled as it hit the floor. "Looks like we're a matched pair," she said as she straddled me. "I think you had better get to that seducing." Her mouth was on mine again and I felt like I couldn't get close enough to her. Her breasts were pressed to mine, her legs on either side of me. I arched my back, grinding my mound against hers. It was her turn to kiss down my neck and onto my shoulders and breasts. My nipples were so hard they ached. She must have heard my thoughts because she took them each into her mouth in turn, licking, nibbling and kissing them. I was moaning softly without even realizing it. 

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited to be your lover?" she asked as she was kissing down my rib cage and onto my stomach. 

"No. I guess I was oblivious. But I have to be honest. I'm not sure *I* can wait much longer."

She smiled. "I'd was hoping you'd say something like that." She kissed down from my belly button and then along the creases where my legs came together. She was purposefully avoiding my throbbing clit. I raised my hips unconsciously. Her kisses were circling closer, then farther. She kissed down my leg and back up. 

"Please," I begged, breathlessly. "Please kiss my clit."

She circled around more, teasing. When her tongue finally touched my clit, I thought my whole body was on fire. She gingerly licked a few times, then gave it to me full on. She gently spread my legs to gain access to my dripping wet pussy. I could tell there would be quite the wet spot on the sofa when we were done. She prodded deeper with her tongue and moaned in approval. 

"God you taste so sweet!" she exclaimed before hungrily lapping at my pussy. She flicked her tongue over my throbbing clit more, relishing my gasps and moans. I watched her as she was on her elbows and knees between my legs, lost in the moment. Seeing her mouth on me, watching her hands all over my breasts and hips -- it was totally amazing. As she tenderly sucked on my hard little bud, she looked up, her eyes locking mine. I almost didn't realize she was slipping her fingers into my pussy I was so lost in her gaze. 

She massaged my clit from the outside with her tongue and from the inside with two fingers. I had never experienced anything so divine in my entire life and I wanted it to never end. My chest was heaving and my whole body trembled with pleasure. 

"Oh god. Oh. I think I'm..." I moaned right as a powerful orgasm took hold of me. Practically my entire body came up off the sofa, but her lips never left my clit. 

As I came down, she continued to lightly lick my pussy. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I reached down to her face. She crawled up to me and kissed me. I tasted my cum on her and that turned me on even more, which I didn't think was possible. I reached down and timidly stroked her with trembling fingers. She was just as wet as me and the look in her eyes told me she was totally ready for more action. Staring deep into her green eyes, I wondered why I had waited so long to explore not just her, but this whole side of me. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this week would be the best of my life. And I could hardly wait to see just how much pent up sexual energy I had.



The Beach House Ch. 01



 (Chapter 1 - getting there is half the fun)

A couple of weeks after the wedding, Heather came home from work one night looking quite a mess. Even from the kitchen, I could see that her hair was wet and sticky, her makeup didn't look as finished as usual, and she looked exhausted. 

"Are you all right?" I asked. "Is it raining out there? Did something happen on the train coming home from work?" 

"No, I'm OK" she called back. "I just need a shower really bad. I have exciting news though, I'll tell it to you when I'm looking a just little more human. Don't make dinner, we're going out!"

When she came out of the bathroom forty-five minutes later, she seemed more her normal self again, although she still looked tired. She had redone her hair and her makeup, so she certainly looked a bit more refreshed than when she got home. 

"Do you remember that I was asked to help out in the big department head meeting today?" she said. "Man, that was a lot of work! But guess what? I got a promotion after the meeting! You're looking at the new Shipping Supervisor for our local PeopleCo office!". 

"Congratulations!", I said. "Let's go out someplace special tonight and celebrate all of your hard work!". Little did I know how much hard work she had actually done. I would find that out soon enough, though.

We went out for dinner and drinks that night, while Heather told me all about her new job. "Dave won't be my boss any more of course, because I'm going to be in a different department." she said. "I work under Tom now. I'll be supervising our six truck drivers, the two girls in the shipping office, and the two warehouse guys that load the trucks." "And," she continued, "do you remember that beach house that Dave's wife was talking about? We've been invited to go there this weekend for a Fourth of July party!".

"Great!" I said, "I could really use some quiet time at the beach." "And maybe I'll see more than just a little bit of Dave's wife, Janet too..." I thought to myself.

That night was certainly a wild one in our bed. Although we can get quite rowdy sometimes, normally Heather and I were relatively gentle with each other, going through various stages of foreplay and building up to an intense mutual completion. This night though, she told me "You will not do anything tonight. I'm doing ALL of the driving.". She started out by having me lie on my back on the bed. "No hands tonight" she said. "I mean it, we're going to fuck tonight, not make love, and I'm the one in control.".

As I lay on my back, she lowered her very wet pussy down to my lips. She would alternate between positioning her cunt directly on my mouth while I drove my tongue deep into her, and rubbing her clit against either my nose or chin in order to get more direct stimulation. It seemed to me like it must have been more work for her without the use of my hands, but any time I would try to raise them from the bed she would tell me "No, keep your hands down. Do I have to handcuff you?". 

She finally seemed to have had her fill of my mouth, because all at once she lifted her pussy off of my face, slid herself wetly along my body, and drove herself down onto my cock. She began to slowly push her cunt up and down around my cock, gradually increasing her speed until she finally came loudly. I had not cum yet, but was hoping for another round with more action from her once she recovered. Instead, she lay down on top of me, my stiff cock still deep in her pussy, her small breasts crushed against my chest.

"I'll bet you're really looking forward to seeing Janet at the beach house this weekend." She whispered to me as she repeatedly clenched and released my cock with her strong vaginal muscles. "I know how much you like her. I'll bet you've been thinking about fucking her again ever since the wedding." With those statements, and after one final hard squeeze from her cunt, I finally came, shooting sperm deep into her.

That was how we ended up taking the long drive that Thursday up north along the coast in my convertible. Her company always gave either the third and fifth of July off as well as the fourth - I had heard that they threw big parties somewhere every year. We followed a map that Heather had been given that showed the way to Dave's beach house. 

Heather had chosen to wear a short white tennis skirt and a very thin and tight white tank top (with no bra) in the car. The hot sun had us both sweating, but her sweat was making her tank top almost transparent. Heather is not what you would exactly call generous on top, but what she does have she knows how to work quite well to her advantage. The whole trip up the coast, I would glance over and sneak peeks at her small breasts and puffy nipples, which I could sometimes see through her top, and at other times around or down along the edges of the fabric. She also kept flashing me views up her creamy thighs, with an occasional glimpse all the way up her legs to her hot pink thong that barely covered up her sex.

I realize that I could have taken in the same view much closer, and for free, at home any time I wanted, but it seemed all the more sexy and forbidden when we were out in public, and when I could feel that I was doing it in secret. I tried reaching over to slip a finger under the edge of the thong several times, but she kept slapping my hand away. "There's plenty of time for that later." she kept saying.

About ten miles before our last turnoff, we got passed by a fast-moving truck blasting its horn. I thought that the driver had perhaps been following us and enjoying Heather's travel show, so I gave her a lopsided grin when it passed us and said "There goes one of your fans.". 

She just smiled back at me. A couple of miles later, we approached a roadside restaurant. "Let's stop here", she said. "I'm hungry, and besides, I told one of my drivers that I would meet him here - I have to give him something."

The truck that had passed us earlier was in the restaurant's parking lot, it looked like the driver was talking on his cell phone behind the wheel. It was only then that I noticed it was a truck from Heather's company. "You go on in, and order me a burger." said Heather. "I'll just go out and meet with Don in his truck, and I'll join you in a little while." 

I walked into the restaurant and got seated at one of those wraparound booths by the front window. I sat on one side with a view of the parking lot and left room for Heather at the back of the booth facing the main restaurant.

I watched as Heather walked over to the passenger side of the truck, climbed up the side treads, and hopped up into the cab of the truck. Once again, I could easily see glimpses of that hot pink thong that had been peeking out all morning, although from the back I could just barely make it out between her nicely rounded ass cheeks. I couldn't really see into the truck very well, but it almost looked like she climbed into the sleeper bed behind the cab. 

I kind of forgot about what she was up to once I saw our waitress. She was dark-skinned girl in her early twenties, fairly small (about 5'5"), and she had a very nice set of full tits and a perfect ass to match her height. She was also very friendly to everyone, she joked with all of the regulars, even fending off a few half-hearted pinches to her butt as she made her way back to our table. If I weren't with Heather, I would probably consider figuring out how to get her into bed.

Her deep brown eyes sparkled happily as I placed the order. "Are you really going to eat both of those burgers?", she joked. 

"No", I said, "my girlfriend should be here in just a few minutes.". 

"Darn!" she exclaimed, "All the really cute guys seem to have a girlfriend. I just don't what to do with myself around here sometimes!" She looked rather sad and made a puppy dog frown as she said this. After she put our order in, she came back over to the table and we chatted a few more minutes. She asked me what brought me out this way. 

"We're going to a beach house", I said. "I'm told that it's just up the road a couple of miles."

She seemed to spark right up when I said that. "So you work for PeopleCo?" she asked. 

"No, my girlfriend does, I'm just along for the ride.". "

Well," she said, "I'm supposed to work a big party out at that house this weekend, so I'll probably see you again. My name's Marly." She looked at me again, but this time in a more sultry manner than before. 

"Nice to meet you Marly, I'm Jack.", I said, "I'll make sure that I look you up if I'm at the party!". "I wish I could look up you, mainly to see what all you're hiding under that uniform" was what I was really thinking. 

I noticed Heather stepping down from the truck some time after that, and realized that she had been out there for almost twenty minutes. Up with the skirt again while she was on the steps, but this time I couldn't quite see the pink of her thong. She waved to the driver as she crossed the parking lot. He drove right past the window where I was sitting, and I could swear that I saw him holding something pink up to his nose just before he pulled back out onto the highway.

My attention was drawn away from the driver again when Marly returned to the table with our order. She leaned down quite far as she set the plates down on the table, and I got a very nice view of her rich dark breasts and the deep cleavage between them. I was paying such close attention that I almost missed it when she looked straight into my eyes and asked "Is there anything else that you want from me?" 

I looked up into her face and croaked "Some ketchup?". "Is that the ONLY thing that I can give you?" she asked. We held each other's eyes for a few seconds more, then she smiled broadly, glanced down at my lap and turned away to get the ketchup. "Nice package!" was the only thought I could put together right then.

Heather noticed me from the door, and walked back toward our booth. She was wiping something off of her cheek with one hand, and licked her fingers as she approached. "Hey handsome" she said, "give me a kiss." Her mouth tasted salty and a little familiar, and I recognized the smell that surrounded her right away. 

"What exactly was it that you had to give him?" I asked. 

She looked directly at me for a minute, then shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "I had a customer that absolutely HAD to get a delivery yesterday, but he was only available WAY after quitting time. It took a lot of coaxing, and I had to promise Don that I would give him a first-class blow job, but the customer is very happy, and now so is Don."

I looked at her in a bit of shock. Did I just hear her right? Did she just tell me that she walked out and gave a truck driver a BJ right in front of this family restaurant? 

She smiled at me from her side of the booth, as if she could read my mind. "Yep," she said, "you heard me right, and that's exactly what I did. Don was on the phone to his wife when I got there, so I just went right to work on him while he talked to her." "She kept asking if he was OK!" she laughed, "I guess his voice was sounding just a little bit off to her.". 

"And that's not quite all," she went on, "after I finished his blow job, I also gave him that thong that you've been trying to get off of me all morning. His hands were a bit dirty and I didn't want him to put them on me. So I made him take it off with his teeth and lips only. That's what probably took the longest, he just when he tried to use his teeth to pull it off, he couldn't seem to get a good grip on the fabric 'cause it was slick, and wet, and he kept biting me in the MOST sensitive places while he was trying. Then, he decided that he couldn't get it that way, and he changed methods. In fact, at one point, it almost seemed like he was going about it completely the wrong way, because he ended up pushing the whole thing up between my pussy lips, then using his tongue to pull it back out. Let me tell you, he had one heck of a time getting it unstuck from there with only his tongue, it took him almost ten minutes!"

She turned her body to face me more directly and opened up her legs for me to see, showing me that, yes, the hot pink thong was indeed missing. In its place was something else that looked hot, and pink. 

"See? Not there anymore. But somehow I don't think that you really mind it being gone all that much, do you? After all, you've been trying to get me like this for the past four hours!". With that, she gave me another long kiss with a lot of tongue, making sure that I got to taste the last bit of Don's cum from her mouth as she kissed me. Then she turned to her burger. "Let's eat now, I'm starved!".

My mind raced while we sat and ate in silence. Was I living with a tramp? I knew that she had been very free sexually with me since we started seeing each other, and of course I knew about what had happened at the wedding, I was there. Hell, we had both been drinking heavily that day, and neither one of us was really so innocent, so that didn't really count as cheating on each other, did it? But had that just been a crazy day, or was she really that way every day with anyone who might ask? How come I hadn't noticed this about her before?

I had been completely lost in this train of thought for about 10 minutes, not really paying attention to what was going on around me, when I noticed the guy at the table directly across from our booth. He was what I would call a "Dear old Dad". He was probably 30, and was sitting with his wife and two little kids at the table. Mousy Mom had her back to us, the perfect kids on either side, and Dad was facing Heather and me. He seemed to be trying to look at us without his wife knowing what he was doing. She was busy tending to the kid's plates anyway, and only occasionally asking him to help, so she really wasn't paying any attention to what he was doing. He just kept sneaking looks our way though, and I wondered what was so interesting to him. I looked over at Heather, and she was staring right back at him. Even when she took a bite from her burger or fries, her eyes never left him.

When I glanced down, I realized what it was that had his attention so fixed on us. Heather had pulled her tennis skirt up around her hips, and was opening and closing her legs while this guy watched. Her left hand would occasionally reach down and rub her clit or pull on one of her lips while she did this, and she had made herself so wet that there was actually a small puddle forming on the bench seat beneath her. Since she had given her thong to the truck driver, this guy wasn't just getting the occasional casual up skirt with panties, he was getting full (and wet!) crotch shots any time he managed to glance our way long enough. He must have been getting a little uncomfortable, because I saw him reach down and adjust his pants a couple of times. Finally, he got up and told wifey that he had to go to the restroom. "Sure", I thought, "I know what just he's going to go do."

Then Heather told me that she had to go to the restroom, and I started wondering if I really DID know what he was going to go do after all. I got up a couple of minutes later and headed to the restroom too. I paid the tab for lunch, and walking into the men's room, my little theory was indeed borne out. 

I saw Heather leaning over the men's room sink, holding on to the sides of the sink with both hands, while "Dear old Dad" stood behind her. He was holding her hips in both hands, and his cock was slamming in and out of her ass like a jackhammer. I quickly slipped into a stall unseen and unheard, and pulled the door far enough closed to see without being seen. Then I pulled my dick out of my pants, and watched them go at it like that for a few minutes, while I slowly pumped my hand on my growing member. 

Heather was saying "Fuck me big guy, make me cum!". "Dear old Dad" was saying "I'll fuck you all right, you cunt, you whore, but you don't deserve to cum on this honest man's cock. You don't deserve to cum, because you're just a little tart with three handy holes waiting to be filled by the first man that asks. I'll bet your boyfriend shares all of your holes out with his friends." 

He finally shuddered, groaned, and then leaned down across her back. After that, he looked furtively around the room, quickly zipped up his pants, and went to leave the restroom. 

As he opened the door to leave, Heather cried out "But I'm not done yet, you asshole! Come back and finish me off!" He just looked at her with a sneer, said "That's just too bad, you teasing little cunt. I'm sure that you know well enough how to do that for yourself, your kind always does.". Then he kept on walking right out of the door, leaving her gasping and leaning against the sink as a stream of his cum began to run out of her ass and down her leg.

After he left the room, I went over and quietly turned the lock in the door, then I walked over to my visibly frustrated girlfriend. She looked up at me with a look of surprise, she had not known that I was there. I could see in her eyes that she wasn't quite sure what I might do to her right then. She found out soon enough though. 

I put my arms around her back, picked her up, and lowered her needy, dripping wet cunt down onto my cock. It was so hard after watching her earlier that it felt like an iron bar. She wrapped both legs around my back when I did this, and held onto my shoulders with both hands. Then I walked her, riding my cock the short way back to the sink, sat her down on it's edge, and with one hand pulled her tank top up over her small, firm tits. 

Since the sink was helping to hold her up now, and one of my hands was free, I roughly grabbed one breast, squeezing and kneading it in my hand, and rolling her swollen nipple between my thumb and forefinger. At the same time, I brought my mouth down to her other nipple, biting down on it just hard enough to make her jump.

"Oh, my, but I have been a very bad girl today, haven't I?" she moaned. "What is my big, jealous boyfriend going to do to me for being so bad?" 

"Don't worry little girl," I replied, "you're going to get just what you've been asking for - and just what you deserve!". Biting hard on her nipple some more, then finally taking my mouth from it, I pushed her head back until it was up against the mirror. "But I've been so bad today" she said "I'm not sure that I can get what I really deserve."

With her sitting on the sink, I lifted her legs one at a time, around and up so that her calves rested on my shoulders. Then I began to drive my cock hard into her wet and horny hole. I wasn't sure if I had ever been this big, and this hard before, ever in my life. Something about what was happening seemed to make me go way beyond anywhere I had ever been before. 

I stared deeply into her eyes as I repeatedly drove into her. I moved the hand that I had been using to knead her breast down until I found her swollen clit, and I pinched it as hard as I could between my thumb and forefinger. That made her jump and squeal in surprise, but it seemed that she was enjoying the feeling, because she ground her soaking wet crotch into me when I did it. 

"You really should punish me more often for being such a bad girl" she gasped, "I just get these urges, and I can't seem to think, or to control myself whenever I have them."

I finally decided that I was going to accept the new way of our relationship. "You can have all of the urges that you want, and you can act on them too", I panted. "I just want to know about them, all of them." "And," I continued, thrusting into her clutching pussy, "I want to be in on some of them from the start." She looked at me in surprise, trying to read from my eyes if I had really meant what I just said.

I began to pump my dick into her even harder and more rapidly, and her head began to bump into the mirror with each new thrust. She was finally able to get what she had wanted but couldn't get from "Dear old Dad", and she suddenly stiffened and cried out as she came on my cock. Once she had done this, I allowed myself to release, and I pulled out of her just before spraying cum all over her belly and tits. 




The Beach House Ch. 01



"You don't get to clean yourself up, just pull your clothes together." I said, "Since you want to be punished so badly, your punishment will be that you are going to look like a well fucked slut when we get to the beach house." 

She smiled after I said this, saying "Yes, master. What ever you say master." This was another completely new side to her that I had never seen before, but then I had never seen her as such a wanton slut before, either. 

I decided then and there that I was going to enjoy it while it lasted. "Walk right behind me now, you bad little girl," I said, "we're going out to the car and finishing our drive.".

I pulled on my pants and zipped them closed, while Heather pulled her tank top down over her soggy tits and stomach, and her tennis skirt down so that it once again covered her red, swollen pussy and leaking asshole. The two of us then walked out of the Men's room together, and into the restaurant, where at least two dozen unsuspecting diners were having casual conversation among themselves. 

Amazingly, I still had a hard-on, not so amazingly, Heather had a stream of cum slowly running down her leg. She left drops on the floor as she walked through the room

As we passed through the restaurant, I got a raised eyebrow and a whispered "Way to go, stud. See you at the party tomorrow." from Marly, our waitress. Out the window, I could see "Dear old Dad" hustling wifey and the kids into their car just as fast as he could. He probably thought that Heather was going to come running out of the restroom, screaming "rape" or something, and he was certainly in a big hurry to avoid that possibility.

We went on through the restaurant and out into the day. Once we got back on the road, I told Heather, "Pull that skirt back up around your waist until we get to the beach house. You're going to show anyone who wants to see what a truly bad girl you really are.". We drove the remaining couple of miles to the highway turnoff that the map indicated. 

As we drove up the driveway, I could catch glimpses of a huge house on a cliff, overlooking a white sandy beach that went on as far as I could see. "Too bad we're not going to that place," I thought, "it looks like that would be one hell of a weekend." 

As it turned out, we WERE going to that place, there was nothing else that even came close to where the map was taking us. I saw a gate across the road up ahead, with a guardhouse next to it. 

"Play with your clit while I talk to the guard." I ordered Heather. I was really enjoying this new way of doing things. 

She looked at me with a hint of fear and pleading in her eyes, but her right hand went down to her pussy and her finger began to stroke back and forth. I pulled up at the gate, and a guard came out with a clipboard. He asked for our invitation, Heather stopped her diddling just long enough to produce it from her purse, then went back to her assigned task. 

The guard checked her invitation against his list, looked down at Heather's busy finger for a long while, then waved us through the gate. "I love my job here." I heard him say to himself out loud as we drove on.

We continued up towards the front of the huge house, and once again I wondered how Dave and Janet could afford such a place. I got my answer on a sign as we got closer to the house, on a sign that said "Welcome to the PeopleCo beach house retreat. From this point forward, all rules of the house MUST be followed." 

"Aha," I thought, "It's not their house, it's a company house!". A valet walked up to greet us as we stopped in front of the house, opening Heather's door first. He looked down at what she was doing but said nothing, only walked around the car to open my door next. I said "You can stop that now Heather, we're here.".

"I will make certain that your bags are delivered to your suite" the valet said when we got out of the car. "You can just go right on in through those doors to the courtyard, you're expected." 

As he drove the car away, I noticed him rubbing two fingers across the wet spot on the passenger seat, then bringing the fingers up to his mouth and licking them. A wide smile crossed his face just before he rounded the corner and was gone. If he had asked, I might have even let him get some straight from the source, I was enjoying my new-found power that much.

We walked in through the doors that the valet had pointed to, and came out in a huge central courtyard. There was a swimming pool in the middle of the courtyard, and lounges all around, some with people laying out topless or completely naked in the sun. Over to our right, I thought I noticed a set of tits that looked somewhat familiar being rubbed diligently by a cabana boy. They were attached to a woman wearing sunglasses and a hat, but nothing else. A bottle of suntan lotion sat next to the lounge, so I assumed that was what was being rubbed in. It certainly seemed that he was making sure he got every spot.

"Jack! Heather! So good to see that you found our little hideaway all right!", the woman said, sitting up in the chair and turning to face us. It was Janet, the woman that I had fucked (more than once) at the wedding a few weeks ago. Also known as the wife of Heather's old boss. 

"I never forget a nice set of tits" I thought to myself, "and that is surely one very nice rack.".

"That will be enough, Andre. Thank you so much for the massage." She remained seated on the side of the lounge, giving me much the same view that Heather had been providing back in the restaurant. 

The lips of her pussy were wide open and damp, apparently Andre had been massaging more than her chest before we arrived. Then she stood up and walked towards us. "Come here you tow, and give me a big hug!". She drew us in towards her, so that one of those beautiful breasts was crushing into each of us. She looked down at the sudden stiffness in my pants, then at the cum trailing down Heather's leg. "I see that you two have started things out all on your own.", she laughed, "How selfish of you!".

"Heather, Curt and Shelley have been asking about you.", she said. "They're over in the common room, just go through those doors on your right.". "Don't worry about Jack," she went on, "there are a few things that he and I need to talk about. He'll catch up to you later, in time for you two to dress for dinner together."

As Heather walked away from us, the very naked Janet grabbed my arm in hers. We walked together arm in arm toward a different door in the opposite direction from where Heather was headed.



The Beach House Ch. 01



Chapter One – The Beach House 

Dee would be the first one to step into the beach house. The drive to the ocean was long, but it was all worth it now that they had arrived. This would be a different vacation from years past, no kids, and two wonderful weeks at the beach rather than one short family week in years past. This time they had the money to rent a home on the ocean front, and they were going to spoil themselves.

Like a little kid Dee ran ahead, up the stairs, anxious to see the interior of the house for the first time. She always felt like a voyeur upon entering a new rental. There was something mischievous about being able to secretly explore the interior of someone else's home. Dee unlocked the door, walked through the hallway, and found the kitchen. From the kitchen she found the family room towards the back of the house that provided access to the deck. Her exploring was interrupted by the view outside. Suddenly she needed to smell the ocean air and made her way out onto the deck.

Dan followed slowly behind Dee from the car, with his arms full of food items that they would need for the week. He stepped into the house, found the kitchen and placed the bags down on the counter. The back of the family room consisted of a wall of glass, supporting three sliding glass doors. The view out the window took his breath away. Looking out Dan could see the ocean white caps form just before the waves hit the beach. As he lowered his eyes slightly, he could see the rolling sand dunes that buffered the house from the ocean. The white sand was peppered with sea oats that swayed in the warm summer breeze. He lowered his eyes a little more and found his wife standing on the deck.

Dee stood dressed in yellow shorts, a white tank top, and sandals; her long brunette hair was flowing in the wind as she bent over the railing and wiggled her ass in his direction. It was her long legs that caught his attention back in school, and it was those same long legs that held his interest now. She looked the same as she was twenty-five years earlier: slender, firm breasts, tight tummy, long flowing brown hair with a streak of grey from her temples that looked more like she colored it on purpose. From Dan's angle she was the same little girl that took his breath away the first time he saw her. His wife was having the same affect now, as she did on that younger Dan. His didn't want to take his eyes off of her. Yes, he thought to himself, this looks to be the start of a very good week. 

Dee turned and yelled back through the open sliding glass doors. "Dan this is better than I expected. The view is wonderful. I think we are really going to enjoy this house. Come out and take a look."

Dan was looking forward to being able to relax, but the car needed to be emptied and he knew his energy levels were running thin. "Give me thirty minutes to get the car emptied and I'll join you then."

She smiled and knew the drill, "Okay, let me help and we can get it done faster."

Forty minutes later they both were outside looking over the dunes at the waves that were coming in to the shore. The birds flying across the puffy white clouds against the deep blue sky was always a sight that helped to heal the soul and move the body away from the city rat race. 

Dan pulled Dee tightly into his arms and nibbled on her ear. "This is going to be a fantastic two weeks alone, just the two of us."

Dee tilted her head back and nuzzled into his arms purring, "Yes, an awesome two weeks, just us."

They spent the rest of the afternoon setting up the house. Though each rental was normally equipped with the same items, they needed to be found. You didn't want to be searching for a special spoon or spatula as the eggs began to burn. And, of course, one needed to locate the outdoor grill.

It was approaching five o'clock when Dan suggested that they go out for dinner. Neither one had the energy to cook after a long day's drive. Dee did not argue. 

"Go get dolled up and I'll take you to the Ocean Front Restaurant," Dan announced. 

This was one of their favorite places to eat with an equally spectacular view of the ocean. It was also slightly up class in terms of the atmosphere. Dee smiled and knew exactly what she would wear. Half an hour later she stepped out in the living room to model her new outfit.

"Wow! I'm not sure I want to go out now. Can we skip dinner and go directly to dessert?" Dan exclaimed as his eyes took in the sight of his wife.

Dee was dressed in a long wrap around island print skirt held at her waist with a single tie. The sandals hung delicately from her feet resting atop of three-inch heels. She wore a small yellow bikini top sporting two triangles that barely covered her breasts. Her bikini top was exposed only when the skin colored vest opened enough to let you have a short glimpse of what was under it. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore long earrings that sparkled in the sunlight. "I'm ready, aren't you going to change?"

"Yes. I never know how long you will take and it will take me only five minutes to pop into something. It will be you they will be looking at tonight. It does not matter what I am wearing."

Dan dressed quickly in a pair of Dockers, a Hawaiian shirt, and loafers. In no time they were on their way to the restaurant. This would be the formal start of their first vacation without kids. 

Dee and Dan were able to refocus on their marriage now that they were 'empty nesters'. They didn't mind being able to wander their house naked, or being able to make love in any room in the house. This newfound freedom provided the extra spark in their love play that had been lost raising kids. Dee found that it did not take much from her to turn her husband on; she enjoyed this power she had over him. Dan didn't mind her little shows, always telling her as much. She knew he was visual, so she made sure she remained the center of his viewing attention. Over dinner she teased him by thrusting her chest out to open her vest to expose some un-tanned flesh around each yellow triangle. Dan was having trouble concentrating on the meal when she did this. What he really wanted to do at this point had nothing to do with eating food.

They each enjoyed a nice dinner of fish and split a bottle of wine. By the time they had finished they were satisfied and the wine was starting to work its magic. They didn't count the minutes driving back to the rental; instead they watched the sun as it was starting to set in the western sky. They were going to be treated to a brilliant purple sunset.

Dee turned on a couple of lights as she entered the beach house and quickly made her way to the back of the house. She opened the door and walked out onto the deck to take in the cool evening air and summer sky. Turning towards Dan she yelled, "Get your ass out here and enjoy this view with me before we lose the sunset."

Dan dropped his keys on the table and made his way out to join her on the deck. 

The scene was spectacular, helping to make this evening even more romantic. Dan came up behind and pressed his body against hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

"It doesn't get much better than this." Dee said as she snuggled against his warm body.

"Oh, I think I might be able to make it a little bit better." He laughed, letting his one hand drop to her thigh to find the slit in her skirt. 

It did not take him long to slide his hand through the material to find the warmth of her skin. His hand moved in a circular motion, gliding slowly towards her buttocks. Once he found her ass, he moved his hand down deeper and forced two fingers between her cheeks.

Dee stood cradled in his arms, let out a soft moan as his fingers tapped against her tight anus. She loved what he was doing. His hand moved deeper between her legs, pushing the thin piece of her thong to one side to find the wet pussy lips that awaited his touch. She moved her legs apart, allowing access for his fingers to find the place she needed him most. Dee closed her eyes, let out a loud moan, as his hand played with her body. 

Dee was entering one of her fantasies. She flicked her eyes open to take in her surroundings, and then closed them just as fast to return to the imagery that was playing in her mind. 

Dan found that her wetness made it easy to slide one or more fingers into her and then out again. He let his fingers dance on her body as they slipped in and out of her pussy. Occasionally he would run one finger slowly over her enlarged clit. Sensing her increased excitement, he continued to play with her.

Dee enjoyed her romantic novels and this almost felt like one of the passages she read. Her favorite fantasy was to be stripped outside and forcefully taken by a stranger. It was not hard for her to take her current situation and step into this fantasy tonight.

Her breathing increased as she placed her hands on the railing to allow his fingers better access to her body. Wiggling her ass, she let him know that she was enjoying his touch. She was having a hard time standing. He sensed this and moved his hands in to hold her up, making sure she would remain in this position as her excitement grew. It was not long before her mouth opened to allow her breathing to increase. Dee moaned loudly now, letting her orgasm build and take control of her body. 

Dan smiled as he felt her body twitch to his touch; his hands now supported her as he watched her orgasm play out. He listened as she shouted out her pleasure that controlled her.

Dee finally stopped moving, grabbed hard onto the railing, shook, and continued to breathe fast, as she struggled to stand. Her orgasm was in complete control of her body now, she liked how it felt, and she was not anxious for this sensation to go away. 

Slowly Dee lowered her head, taking in the last of her orgasm, as it moved down her body and rippled across her legs. She continued to breathe hard, letting her body regain its strength. Finally Dee opened her eyes. "That was great, Dan. We have never made love outside like this and I think that made it all that more exciting to be so exposed."

"I must say that I certainly enjoyed watching your orgasm out here." His erection was about to tear through his pants if he didn't get it out shortly. "Is it my turn now?"

Dee gathered her energy, turned, and moved slightly away from him. Squatting down, she positioned her lips in front of his pants, moved one hand up to pull the zipper down. Using both hands she carefully pulled out his very large and wanting penis from his pants. In no time it was sliding in and out her mouth, letting her tongue and lips toy with it as it throbbed in the summer night air. 

Dan stood still, enjoying what she was doing to his erection. He watched his penis disappear into her mouth, and then reappear. Occasionally he would close his eyes, tilt his head back, and enjoy the moment. But not wanting to miss the action, he would snap back to what she was doing, open his eyes and take in the image of his wife, kneeling in front of him, sucking on his cock. He knew what he needed next would happen outside. He wanted her badly and could not wait much longer. Dan reached down, grabbed both of her arms, and pulled Dee up. She did not resist. Instead the look on her face told him that she wanted him to take charge.

"Face out towards the ocean, and put your hands on the railing." He commanded and she complied.

Dan moved behind her, opened his pants and let them drop to the floor; he stepped out of the Dockers and unbuttoned his shirt. He did not take the shirt off, but left it open to the summer breeze. Reaching out he found the single tie to her dress. He pulled the string and let it float away from her hips and down those long legs to expose her ass. The low light from the house had showed him the way to his mark and it was not long before his erection was sliding into her wet pussy. Dee let out a whimper as he slid deep inside her. His penis slid in and out of her pussy, while he held her hips firmly in his hands. His rhythm was taking control when he looked up and out into the dark dunes. That is when he saw the red glow for the first time. The dim color in the darkness was about twenty-five yards away from the beach house, surprised him, causing him to stop.

"Is something wrong?" Dee asked, concerned because she had felt his excitement growing and suddenly it seemed to die.

"No, I'm just enjoying the movement." He lied. What he really was doing was staring at the spot he detected the glow. At first he was going to move inside, but he felt his excitement intensify as his erection became even harder realizing there must be someone out there behind that cigarette. He began again to slide in and out of her wanting pussy, this time with earnest. Any concerns had turned to excitement.

Having now made his decision to remain outside he reach up and pulled Dee's vest away from her body. She did not resist, but helped him remove the material as she let go of the railing just long enough for him to complete this task. She was surprised to feel his hand grab and pull the ties of her bikini. First the tie that rested against her lower back and then the one around her neck. The bathing suit top drifted down away from her body, exposing her breasts to the night air.

"Someone might see us." She cooed with excitement.

"Would you like that?" He asked.

"I'm not sure. But the thought of someone hiding out there does excite me. Does it excite you thinking that someone might be watching us?"

"Yes, it does excite me that we are outside taking a chance." He was not sure if she had seen the same red glow or not.

Dan's excitement grew as the red burn reappeared. It pleased him to think that they were on display for some stranger as he fucked his wife on the deck. He realized that this exhibitionism was very exciting. His rhythm sped up.

It seemed that the frequency of the cigarette was keeping time with his thrusts into his wife. This person was enjoying the view and Dan was enjoying showing off his wife. 

"I need to see you completely naked." In reality he wanted to expose her completely to their visitor. He did not understand why, but for some reason this thought really excited him.

He stepped back, reached down, and yanked her thong down her legs letting them come to rest at her ankles. She repositioned her hands on the railing. He entered her again as he looked out into the dunes to find their watcher.

Dan's rhythm resumed as he looked up to find his voyeur. The glow had moved closer to the deck, clearly to get a better view of him fucking his wife. This fact only excited Dan more, and it did not take him long to explode inside her. 

She always could tell when he came. First his breathing would increase as he opened his month for more air. There would be a few moans and one final loud shout when he finally came inside of her. He fell forward and grabbed her tightly about the waist, letting his penis remain deep inside her, as he enjoyed his own orgasm. She felt the first drop of liquid on her ankle and smiled knowing that he had a good orgasm and she was the reason for his excitement. 

They stood for a minute, not moving. Dan worked to catch his breath. Suddenly Dan moved back, reached down to pull up his pants. They both grabbed their clothes and dashed laughing into the house, acting as if they were teenagers again.

A little bit later Dan ventured out into the living room to turn off the lights. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust. He looked out through the glass wall, trying to locate the red glow, but it was gone. Dee, half naked walked out into the dark room and asked what he was looking at. 

"Oh, just making sure we did not have an audience." He chuckled and turned around to pull his topless wife into his arms to plant a kiss firmly on her lips.

They left the lights off, took a seat on the couch that faced out towards the ocean. They sat embraced in each other's arms speaking only occasionally. The moon had cast its light across the ocean that rippled across each new wave. Dan took in the same sight, but also continued to search for his red glow.

Dan finally spoke, "Did you enjoy our love session?"

"Yes."

"What about it did you enjoy the most?"

"When you exposed me to the night air. It was exciting to feel the ocean breeze upon my skin. Did that excite you?"

"Yes it did. But looking down on your naked body and wondering what you must look like from the dunes excited me more.

"Oh, you want to be my voyeur, do you?"

"I don't think I would look away if a naked woman appeared in front of me on a deck." He chuckled.

"Then let's make your fantasy come true tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I think I might be able to give you that naked lady tomorrow if you would like."

Dan could feel his erection starting to return as he took in her words. "Okay, it's a date." 

"Tomorrow, I'll put a show on for you and you can go out and watch me." A devilish smile appeared across her lips as she looked up into her husband's eyes. "I enjoyed what we did, and wouldn't mind if you were my voyeur."

"Wow. I'm not sure tomorrow will come fast enough." Dan added and then leaned down to provide an approving kiss for his sexy wife.

They both got up from the couch to retire to the bedroom. Dan's mind was racing as he thought about what might happen tomorrow. She didn't say anything about seeing a person in the dunes. He figured she had not noticed the cigarette and decided not to bring it up. He wondered if the person behind the red glow would return. There was only one way to find out and that would have to wait until tomorrow.



The Beach House Ch. 01



I stood outside the deck of the beach house, savoring the humid, hot air pressing the gauzy sundress against my sweat damp body. It felt wonderful here on the Alabama Coast, out on Daulphin Island. I was a world away from the frigid north bay of California, my frozen bones thawing. 

The dawn rays of sunlight glinted off the sugary white sands. My first day back and I eagerly scanned the coast where the water kissed and licked the land. Did I expect to see him striding out of the gulf waters last night? No, of course not, but I wanted it. I wanted to find him tucked into the too crisp sheets upon my arrival, his cocky grin slanting his wide mouth. 

I wanted him.

Sadly, the house was as empty as I'd left it six months ago.

The rain earlier left the beach clean and pitted by the fury of the storm, washing away all trace of human passage. I walked down the stairs, trying not to think of the last time I made my way down these steps. It had been the last time I saw him. The memory sent up a fountain of sensation. 

He held me pinned against the sun-hot wood with his fist in my hair and his teeth catching the nape of my neck. 'Don't leave me. Don't go this time.' 

I could still smell him, sweaty and musky from our hours of fucking. Even after all that sex, he still wanted and needed more. 

'I can't stand to go back. I can't stand to not have /this/.' His cock punctuated last word with a thrust that tore a sob from my lips. 'Don't. Go.' 

Deeper and deeper the thickness of his arched prick stroked my creamy pussy. He struck in deep, twisting his hips upward sharply to pierce even deeper before withdrawing to the head, letting it pop out with a lewd, wet slurp. Empty and weak, I clawed at the wood until he thrust into me again, driving the breath and voice from me as my whole body was lifted by the force of him.

I never wanted to leave, not this place and not him. I never wanted to turn away from him. Not only because he fucked the sense right out of me, but because my life back on the west coast was an empty husk. I'd lost the spring to lust and forgot the doldrums of work. But then life called me back. Only six months away I promised him.

Now, it was fall, almost winter and I was back. Sadly, the beach was empty and he was gone. Memories and the slick heat between my thighs were all I had left of him.

The number he gave me was disconnected the first time I called from the airport. Yes, I had second thoughts about leaving. I listened to disconnect tones chime in my ear and felt my heart break. Our time together was a wild flame that could not sustain me. I had to live in the real world. There wasn't anything for me in Alabama. I told myself I didn't care about a bunch of Goddamn rednecks. If he couldn't give me a real way to contact him, I had to admit it was a flash in the pan. He knew how to get a hold of me. He never called or wrote.

"You're not going out there to see that --man- are you?" My sister scolded me as I packed up, watching me with envy and sympathy. Maybe it had been only sympathy.

"I'm going out there for vacation. I own a house out there I hardly use. I may as well take advantage of it." I don't know why I had to defend my actions to my own sister. I felt silly, like a girl with a crush on the football hero, hoping he would notice her.

My sister just rolled her eyes while helping me finish packing. She drove me to the airport and she told me, in her usual seriousness to be careful.

I was done with being careful. My life was a series of plotted points on a map, charted to avoid all the dangers. I always walked on a path paved by others and patrolled so nothing bad would happen to me. Thus, nothing happened to me. From the mild little town I lived to my middle of the road job. I dreamed mister safe would be delivered on my doorstep. We would form a harmless life together. This wasn't asking too much. I didn't need perfect. I longed for this my whole life. Then, two years ago, I found this place on the beach. I met --him-.

I walked barefooted down the beach, my footsteps the first human marks in the wet sand. By noon I had lost sight of the beach house and toed through the foamy surf without a destination in mind. Perhaps I'd have better luck running into him if I hung out at the Oar House, or the Pelican Reef. At least I could have a drink and get out of the heat.

Alone on the beach, I strode into the shallows of the ocean, splashing water over my arms, the sea felt lukewarm in the oppressive heat, it didn't do anything to cool me. I stepped deeper into the curling waves, letting them soak my knees and then lap at my thighs and the already soaked panties. How could I get myself so worked up and frothy with need for a man I hardly knew? On the tiny chance that he'd remember the date that I'd return to the beach house?

I could only laugh at the mix of frustration and embarrassment warring in my stomach. Maybe I should just pack up and go back home.

"What's so funny?" Asked a familiar voice, sadly not the one I needed and longed for. 

I hesitated to turn and face the intruder, I didn't want him to see the heat in my face. He would surely see the raw need in my gaze. Andrew stood at the shore with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at me. 

"I didn't see you when I was walking up." I called back to him.

I could tell he'd hurried down to catch up with me. Dressed in just his swim trunks, his bare chest gleamed with sweat. Despite the smirk, he looked much better than I remembered him.

"Yeah well, I imagine you were more interested in getting into the water huh?" He splashed in, moving towards me as his expression turned warmer, splashing me as he smiled. "You are looking great Rose." 

I admired him in turn; he'd widened through the shoulders and thickened out from the reedy youngster he'd been two years ago. And speaking of thickening out, I couldn't miss the way his trucks tented out as he waded out to meet me. "So, how long will you be here this time?" 

"I don't know." It was an effort not to stare at the cock swollen and hard in his shorts. He noticed how my eyes lingered on his groin and taunted me by wagging his hips back and forth. "Mom and dad let me have the house for the week, so," a lingering pause, "We don't have to worry about them this time."

"Listen, Andrew...that time was a mistake. I shouldn't have come onto you, you're too young and..."

"Rose, I wasn't under age." He cut me off, grinning wide at me suddenly, "And I don't think it was a fucking mistake. I am twenty one! It was only a Goddamn kiss last time." His fingers grazed the side of my arm, then swept down so his knuckles brushed the curve of my breast. "I'm old enough to drink now and I'm eager to show you everything I learned."

College Rose, not 'school'. The touch and his words sent a hot lance through my pussy. Oh God, he was so handsome and so young and hot! I couldn't stop myself from reaching out to touch his face. No longer so young, but still, he was only slightly older than my twenty year old nephew. The way he looked at me made me want to toss caution to the wind! "You're such a bad fucking boy." 

He pressed against me in a heartbeat. Water rushed up around us as his hands grabbed me and drew me flush against him. His kiss crushed my lips, wasting no time in claiming my mouth with a thrust of his salty tongue. He tasted so good and I felt starved, the craving for physical attention made my pussy squeeze with longing. It had been too long! My mouth parted under force of his tongue and a broken sound of need whimpered up my throat.

The way his fingers squeezed my arms hurt. The sweet pain burned all the way to my bones and made me ache for more. More! His tongue curled around mine, stroking it, slippery and hot as it filled me and coaxed me to him. I followed, darting past his lips and into his mouth until he moaned into me. My leg slipped up his, up his hip and curled around his side so I could grind myself up against the lump bulging through his shorts. His sounds of desire sharpened, filling my mouth with a vibration of desire. The sound he fed me, made me feel powerful.

Not only his sounds of pleasure, but the physical pulses making his manhood throb against me. I could feel it through the layers of cloth: my soaked silk panties and his shorts. I hooked my thumb into the front of his shorts and pulled down enough to get the cock in my palm. Hot flesh licked my fingers and a mixture of salt water and pre-cum made a slippery mess of my hand. God he felt so wild! A slow stroke down from the swollen head to the shaft and I took a full measure of him. So much thicker than I expected, I couldn't even get my fingers curled all the way around him.

Another stroke made him break the kiss with a growling moan and his mouth moved to my jaw and then down my throat. He switched from kissing to sucking until he got to my tits. There he was fouled by my dress, but only for a second! Grasping the front with both hands a sharp tug ripped the front open, popping buttons and tearing cloth to expose my breasts for his lapping tongue. 

Lost in ripples of pleasure, I could do little more than moan and hang onto him as his mouth closed on one nipple and suckled as though he found sweet liquor within. Tingles of heat bloomed from the point his tongue flickered, making me squeal and writhe. I had to rely on his strong hands to keep me upright. The rumble of his amusement heightened my pleasure.

He lifted me in the surf, his hands moving down to my sides and then my ass, gripping as he hauled me up. My legs coiled around him, squeezing thighs around his powerful hips. His fingers dug into the flesh of each ass cheek, spreading me wide until I felt like a peach on the brink of splitting. A savage tug snapped my panties and with no more barriers, he both thrust upward and shoved my pliable body down upon his cock. Steel and unyielding flesh smeared my greedy pussy lips wide!

His teeth pinned my nipple at the same moment to overwhelm me with pleasure and pain. My head and cunt buzzed as my pussy stretched wide around his fat cock's rough entry. With a growling grun, his teeth slipped, then re-captured my other nipple. 

A splash of foamy water fountained between us; my hot juices, his pre-cum and the sea. Holding me tight, he fucked me like I needed it; rough and brutal. Strong hips hammered up, slapping against me. He ground into my cunt until he was sealed to the balls. Swirling water tickling my clit and his cream filled balls as the deep thrusts spanked them against my ass.

A sharp bellow from Andrew announced his sudden and all too quick orgasm. The swell of his cock pulsed deep within my hungry pussy, spreading me wider with a surge of pain. A flood of heat followed as cum erupted from him in a steamy geyser of lust. His teeth released my breast as he gasped for breath, sagging in the aftershocks left by the fury of his orgasm. Shakily he rumbled, "Might have just knocked you up too." Amusement flashed in his blue eyes as he looked up at me.

I clung to him, floundering in my desolate hunger. He'd whetted my need but did not sate me. Even the lick of waves petting my burning cunt mocked me. There was just enough of the titillating sensation to keep me writhing, but not enough to push me over the edge into much needed fulfillment.

I felt cheated! I was denied my orgasm.

His amusement faded as he realized I was still rocking against him while he softened, slipping from my fucked snatch. "OH shit....oh SHIT! I'm sorry...I....."

I knew he didn't mean to, but it didn't ease the hollow ache. How the hell was I going to get all the way back to my beach house and my waiting vibrators fast enough?



The Beach House Ch. 02



The three of us fall asleep on Kelly’s bed. I am in the middle and you and her are on each side of me. Your head is on my chest and I love sleeping that way with two beautiful women wrapped around me.

A few hours later I wake up. I look over at you and cant help but think how beautiful you are. You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever been with. Then I look over at Kelly and see that she is beautiful too and think about how lucky I am to have this with both of you.

I want you and Kelly to have a good wake up so I start to slowly lick your pussy and you begin to wake up. Then as I start to eat your pussy I take my hand and slowly start to finger Kelly’s pussy. She begins to wake up as well. Then you reach over and start kissing Kelly and she wakes up even more. As she wakes up you continue to kiss her then you start to suck her breasts. Taking her nipple in your mouth and gently biting it as I lick your pussy and finger hers. 

Kelly begins to moan. The more she moans the faster I lick your pussy and finger hers. Then both of you explode in orgasm. With your pussy juice all over my mouth I start to kiss Kelly. You watch us kiss, my tongue dancing with her tongue. Kelly tastes your pussy and my mouth at the same time.

Kelly and I kiss for a few minutes as you watch, then she gets up and tells us that she will make us some breakfast and for us to enjoy each other while she is gone. As Kelly walks out of the room totally naked we both watch her ass walk away. Then I turn to you and start to kiss you, and then I suck on your breasts. My finger works its way down to your pussy. Once my finger is there you tell me you want my cock in your pussy. I tell you I want that too but I want you on top. I want you to fuck me Diane. You climb on top and start to fuck me.

I love it when you fuck me, watching my cock go in and out of your pussy. You are fucking me so hard. Just as I am about to come I look over and see that Kelly is watching us and she is still naked. You see her too and that makes you fuck me that much harder. Kelly has brought us a plate of fruit for breakfast but she puts it down. She lies next to us and says, “Fuck him Diane, and fuck him hard!” This excites both of us even more so we continue to fuck even harder as Kelly watches us. She reaches over and plays with your clit as you fuck me. I come in you filling your pussy with my come.

Kelly then pushes me aside and starts to suck my come out of your pussy. As she eats your pussy I go to her ass and start to rub it. She moans, and then I start to lick it. I am French kissing her asshole as she sucks on your pussy and clit. While she continues to eat your pussy I slide my cock up her ass, fucking her. My cock feels so good up her ass. I am able to fuck her ass and watch her eat your pussy at the same time.

She brings you to orgasm with her tongue, and then I want to kiss you, tasting her pussy and you at the same time. I kiss you as Kelly watches us. She watches us kiss for a while and then asks us “Who is ready for breakfast?”

Kelly has brought us a platter of fruit. It has grapes, watermelon, cantaloupe, etc. The three of us dive in and eat. We have worked up quite an appetite in the past few hours. The three of us eat our fruit for a while then I get an idea. I take a piece of fruit and rub it across your pussy then Kelly’s then I eat it. Both of you love the feeling of the cold piece for fruit rubbing your pussy. Then I take a piece of fruit and rub in on your pussy and feed it to Kelly. She eats it and tells me how good it tastes. Then I take another piece of fruit and rub it on your pussy and feed it to you.

Then Kelly starts to kiss you Diane. I love watching you kiss her. As she kisses you she takes her hand and plays with your breasts, pinching your nipples then makes her way down to your pussy. I am watching you and her together and loving every minute of it.

As she kisses and licks your pussy I am stroking my cock. I stroke it till I come all over her ass. I want me and you to suck my come off of her ass together. As we lick her ass and taste my come both of us work our way with our fingers to her pussy. We both lick her great ass licking my come off of them and then start to kiss sharing my come with each other. 

Then you tell me you want to watch me fuck Kelly. I am more than ready. I tell Kelly to lie down on her stomach. I want to fuck her doggy style. I slip my cock into her very wet cunt. I am fucking her as hard as I can. As I fuck Kelly you start to finger and lick my ass, which makes me fuck Kelly even harder and harder. Soon I explode in her, filling her cunt with my come. I ask you to eat her pussy for me and you do. I watch you as your suck and lick on her cunt, tasting my come and her pussy together. 

I love watching you eat her pussy and wonder what we will do next. Watching you eat her pussy makes my dick grow hard again. I want you and her to suck my cock at the same time. Both of you suck my cock; you trade licks of my cock with kissing and licking each other. To be continued.



The Beach House Ch. 02



Chapter 2. Helen

Eight years into home ownership, my wife and I decided to finally tend to some long-neglected remodelling. Summers without air conditioning had lost their rustic charm, and the daily complaints of two kids now too old to be sharing a room were becoming unbearable. After a few weeks of asking recommendations from our neighbors, we hired a young architect who had recently relocated to the area, and set about planning our renovation.

Step one involved making a plan of the house, for which our architect sent over a number of his young assistants in a seemingly endless rotation. Two guys who I mistook for twins measured the basement; a guy who seemed too young to have a job showed up with a woman old enough to be his mother, and the two spent an afternoon outside with surveyor's equipment. The final day of measurements took place on a wintry Saturday afternoon, when my wife and the kids were having an extended visit with her parents. I grumbled about having to drive out from the city the night before just to turn on the heat, and was decidedly unthrilled at the prospect of spending a cold night alone in the house, just to be able to answer the door for some flunkie the next morning. But that was the morning I met Helen.

The doorbell rang just after 11:00 in the morning, and before me stood the latest of our architect's minions. Years later, the actress Kate Hudson would make her screen debut, and my heart would stop: she looked exactly like Helen did all those years ago, all curly blond tresses and a smile that her face could barely contain. That morning Helen wore a white wool coat and a red scarf, and her face was framed by falling snowflakes and the steam rising from a cup of hot chocolate. The tiny pink tips of her fingers protruded from yellow and red gloves, her hands clasped around the paper cup in an almost penitent way. She introduced herself, and I welcomed her in.

Hanging up her coat, my eyes took in her lovely body, decked out in an ivory turtleneck and black designer jeans. She thoughtfully took off her snowboots as she came in, and spent the day walking around in pink wool socks. Inexplicably, I found myself thinking what sexy feet she had -- I who have never had any special interest in a woman's foot, and could easily have dwelt on her sexy face, eyes, lips, hair, and figure. But the feet got me. The feet, the woolly gloves around her fingertips, and that smile. 

We spent a lot of time talking about the house, her studies (fourth year architecture, a prominent apprenticeship already lined up for next year), and architecture in general -- conversations I hadn't had with any of my other visitors. We talked about art, and books, and gardening, and culture, and gradually it seemed as if her notes and measurements were going to wait. I made us lunch, and poured us two glasses of white wine, and when she said that the Chardonnay was going to taste strange with her hot chocolate, I opened a bottle of Cabernet just for her. She liked it with the hot chocolate a lot: she had two full glasses before I offered her a piece of dark chocolate to try it with, and then she had a glass and a half more.

Finally she set about measuring the bedrooms, while I made a fire. The fire was blazing when she asked from the bedroom if I had a shirt she could borrow -- this seemed like an odd request until I walked in, and found that she'd discarded her turtleneck (from the fireplace, or the wine, I wondered?) Underneath was an overwashed white T-shirt which clearly wasn't enough defense against the drafty corners of the house, so I offered her a flannel workshirt to wear over it. Helping her into the shirt, I couldn't help but stare at her tits while she tucked her tiny arms into the sleeves. They were delightful, tiny mouthfuls, each crowned in a pyramid that I could almost make out through the material: dark pink? Orange? I watched intently as she unsteadily rolled the long sleeves up onto her tiny arms. I saw on the mantlepiece her empty glass, from which she'd finished a fourth glass of wine.

Helen resumed measuring while I returned to the living room, ostensibly to tend the fireplace and read, though instead I spent the hour idly fondling myself while imagining her breasts in greater detail. I wondered whether her nipples hardened into little rubbery nubs that I could graze with my teeth, or whether they became hard points that I might lick with the flat of my tongue. I imagined them soft and pink, or hard and brown, and whatever delicious shape they took seemed to invite my fingers, my palms, my tongue. I wondered if there was enough there to squeeze together while I licked between them, or whether they would fold into themselves as I cupped them from behind. Was she a girl who liked a cock between her tits, revelling in the naughtiness of a hard titfuck? I frittered most of the afternoon away in my musings, because by the time Helen came back in, the sun had set. She deposited a sheaf of papers triumphantly onto the table, and folded herself into my easy chair. Her head leaned straight back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, she announced that her work was done, and with it, all the plans for the house, which called for a toast. As I went for a second bottle of wine, my eyes never left her exquisite throat, or her perfect lips, glistening beautifully before the fire. The subtlest application of her tongue sent urgent and fiery thoughts racing through my mind.

More glasses went down easy. I was still staring at her when she unfolded her legs from the chair and propped one up on each arm. Still staring at the ceiling, and casually swirling a goblet in one hand, she sighed deeply: "the fireplace, a bottle of wine, a winter's night out there... What could be better than this?" Tipsy myself, I took the opening: "oral sex?" I'd said it casually, and she laughed so hard that wine came out her nose. Holding her hand over her face and still laughing, she set down the wine glass and teetered into the master bathroom; I heard more laughing, some coughing, and the rasping of Kleenex against the tissue box. I liked that I could make her laugh, and that I could look her in the eyes, smiling, while thinking about her tiny ankles locked behind my shoulders.

I heard more tissues, some nose blowing, and then silence. For a while there were shuffling sounds coming out of the bathroom, and the door opening and closing, and then nothing. Suddenly I heard her voice from an unexpected corner, asking, "aren't you going to come in?" I took some tentative steps into the master bedroom, and found her nestled among the pillows at the head of the bed, wearing my white terrycloth bathrobe. It was open far enough in the front that I could tell she was naked inside.

I walked over and stood in front of her, her smiling face level with my crotch. She looked so eager to please and so preternaturally happy, so emboldened by the wine, I decided to push my luck: I smiled into her eyes as I unzipped my pants, matter-of-factly presenting her with my stiff cock. She gave me a smile that I couldn't quite understand, and for a moment I thought I'd really blown it. She reached up, past my cock, towards my face (I felt her lithe arm brush my cock and it throbbed for her) -- she gently but firmly grabbed the top of my shirt, and brought me down into the bed. First I was kneeling next to her, then my head was pulled down into the crevices of her robe, and then she took both my cheeks in her hands and lifted my head to face me. "Aren't you going to make good on your offer?" she asked. I wasn't putting the pieces together fast enough, so her hands slipped from my face and fell between us, where they undid the robe and brought my face straight down between her legs.

As I gazed at her pussy, she widened her legs (I hadn't noticed they were so toned), and I suddenly realized that in all my years, I'd never slept with a blonde. It took some quick mental math to confirm this, and indeed: brunettes, a redhead, an asian girl, but never a blonde. Her curly blond hairs were a new experience for me, and for a moment I felt like a teenager again, nervously exploring this new terrain for the first time. But undaunted, I dove in, and the moment my tongue touched the inside of her thigh she moaned, relaxing into the pleasure.

I licked her thighs, getting closer and closer to her lips, and then stroked her whole pussy with my flattened tongue. I licked up the lips to her clit, spreading the skin around it while I nuzzled its insistent head, and she moaned deeply. I tried to keep track of what was pushing her the farthest -- licking around her clit, rubbing her pussy from the inside, or stroking her ass with my fingertip. Everything seemed to do it, so I kept everything up. It surprised me when she pushed her ass down further on my finger (I felt my own eyebrows register the shock), but I loved it -- I loved the idea of her grooving on the finger in her ass. We went deeper and deeper, lost in the rhythm of this total, focussed rapture.

Looking up from between her legs, I saw her as two women at once. First was the pretty young thing that she was, with a tight body and downy blond hair on her mound, but the amused detachment with which she cradled a glass of wine as she watched me go down on her gave her the look of a more experienced lover. She'd lose herself to the younger girl in her moments of pleasure, when I'd lick her clit a certain way or gently withdraw my moist finger from her tight asshole, and in those moments when she rolled her eyes and whimpered it only furthered my desire to see her this way more. I wondered what her face would look like when my cock was buried in her: would she fix me with the sultry gaze of a woman who's getting what she wants, or give herself up to passions she couldn't control? I was determined to find out.

Nibbling back up from her pussy to her breasts, I took her face in both hands as I kissed her hard on the lips, wanting her to taste herself on me. She threw a thigh over me and rolled us both onto our sides, and then she was on top of me: when she sat up I got a magnificent view of her tiny tits, my mysteries resolved (hardened pink erasers -- perfect!) and I thought of nothing more than suckling her hard nipples for the rest of my life. She leaned down until her entire body was against mine, and I felt my cock throbbing hard against her skin. I reached down to position myself against her pussy, but her hand moved me away: she left my cock where it was, pulsating against her tight belly, and moved my groping hand to her ass. She gave me a wicked smile that suggested that she wasn't just brushing my hands aside, and when she took my other wrist and planted my other hand on her ass as well, it was obvious what she wanted. I kneaded her tiny cheeks hungrily, then allowed a finger to graze her tight hole: she gasped as she pressed her hips into me, and grabbed at my finger with her tight muscle. I pushed deeper in, and she gasped more, so I pushed deeper and deeper still until I was buried in her ass up to the knuckle. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was hard, and I was riveted by her sexy throat and parted lips as she worked her ass against my finger in a rhythm -- this was the face I'd wanted to see, contorted with lust. If she felt even the slightest discomfort it was lost in a deep blush of lusty shame -- she had the look of a bad girl who couldn't help herself. So I gambled, dangerously: fucking her hard with my finger, I whispered into her ear, "you like me fucking your ass, don't you?" Her eyes closed hard, she answered without hesitation: "yes."

My cock was standing straight up, leaking against her furry bush as she pistoned her ass down against me. I took her hip in my hand, my fingers spread out against one ass cheek, and rocked her steadily into my finger. "Do you like feeling me in your ass?" I asked. "Yes," she replied again. "Do you want me in your ass?" "Yes," she replied yet again. I was going to take her.

I'd never had a particular interest in anal sex. I wasn't averse to it, it just never really struck me as interesting -- I figured it was like hockey, or classic cars, the kind of thing that some men are into and some aren't. But at this moment I was seized by the desire to lustily take her in that way. I had to be behind her: I wanted to see myself forcing a hard cock into her tiny pink hole. I was going to fuck her in the ass, and she was going to take it. I couldn't contain the thrill.

I rolled her off of me for a moment, and maneuvered myself behind her so she was on her hands and knees. Really she was more on her shoulders and knees: her ass was in the air, her head and shoulders down on the pillow, her eyes closed as her fingers played crazily over her lips. I looked down at that tight, winking asshole, its perfect pink pucker inviting the forced entry of my throbbing red cock, and I pressed my thumb into her. She breathed in hard and inhaled three fingers into her mouth, sucking on her knuckles while I massaged her unbelievably tight ass. In a moment I'd opened the lubricant I kept in the top drawer, drizzled it down into the valley of her cheeks, and worked as much as possible into her ass. With my other hand I was stroking my cock, and when I rubbed the tip of my cock against her ass to get it slippery she inhaled so sharply that I thought she might be coming. I watched her face, her lovely, tender young face, as I brought the tip of my cock to her ass. And then I put it in.

Her eyes opened for the first time as I entered her -- they opened wide. She let out an "oh god" while I pushed it in, and then she closed her eyes, lost in sucking her fingers. I wasn't more than an inch in when she picked up a rhythm, not so much pushing back against my cock as somehow sucking it into her, each time taking me a little deeper inside. The sight of it was totally arousing. Part of me wanted to wait this out until I was all the way inside, a little bit at a time; part of me wanted to fuck her HARD, and push it all the way into that tight little ass, even if it made her scream. It must have been a little of both, since before I knew it I was all the way inside, watching her tight ring expand around my invading cock. It was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen: that tight pink ass stretched around my insistent cock, her creamy flawless cheeks spread out before me as my dark cock invaded her. She started to whelp uncontrollably, her face no longer the experienced lover, now just a young girl consumed by lust. She whelped louder when I uttered filthy things to her -- my thoughts were many, and each was dirtier than the last. I don't remember my words, but I remember all the thoughts I shared with her. 

I wondered how many other men she'd taken up the ass, and how long she'd been doing it. I imagined her as a college freshman letting fumbling boys take her back there, and wondered if she'd gotten a reputation, or a filthy nickname. I imagined her fully dressed in her uniform, discovering the very first time how much she liked it back there, her face beet red with embarrassment but glowing in anticipation of a lifetime of secret assfucking ahead of her. I wondered if she ever told her girlfriends that she liked being taken back there, and which reaction turned her on more -- when they judged her with disgust, or when they secretly acknowledged a similar interest. I wondered what her father's face might look like if I told him that I'd sodomized his little daughter -- oh God, that was the thought that got me, and I came. I grabbed her hips and pulled her hard into me as I drove my cock all the way into her tight ass, and she howled "yes" as I unloaded myself into her.

In a split-second my brain shifted from lust to acknowledgement ("I did it," I thought, "Oh God, I fucked this young thing in her tight ass"), and suddenly I was aware of the things I was saying to her. My ears were full of her own filthy utterances and my own replies, and though my cock was starting to soften, I tried my best to keep up the pace. Seeing her tiny hands working so hard to spread her asscheeks apart for me, I thought I was going to get fully hard again. The last thing I said before she came was "tell me you like taking cocks in the ass," and she screamed "YES!" as she came, her eyes opening all the way, her ass clenching and quivering so tight around my cock.

It was either the wine or the intensity of the orgasm, but I remember little else of the weekend -- not even how she left. I remember waking up alone to the sound of a shower running in the next room, and I think I remember her earnest expression on her face when she sucked me to hardness in the morning. Maybe I imagined the morning-after blowjob -- going a second round would have suggested some continuing interest, which never came to pass. My plans were completed by the architect, and despite a handful of conspicuous trips to his office, I never saw Helen again.

It was only a few months later that I met Lila. I'll tell you about her next time.



The Beach House Ch. 02



Be sure to read part one of this!

*

Stella sat at her dressing table, carefully reapplying her makeup, thinking of the handsome young man waiting for her. 

"I hope I can do this," she said, looking at her excited nipples through the thin white blouse and thinking of making love with her son. "I know he wants me so bad, but it isn't right." Stella said to herself, thinking of his long thick cock and how wonderful it would feel in her lonely body. She hoped their plans worked out right. She'd hate to do this with Levi and have it ruin their lives. 

She stood up, making sure her small, black skirt and flesh-colored stockings were straight before stepping into her high heels. 

"I'm so scared," she whispered, hoping she could do this without fucking up her life or Levi's. "Well, here goes," she said hesitantly opening the bedroom door and made her way down to the handsome man in the living room. 

Levi sat reading a magazine, waiting for her to finish dressing. "Nice," he gasped, tossing down the magazine when he heard her come into the room. ,"He stood up. "You're beautiful Mom," Levi said, looking over her tall body sheathed in the extremely tight skirt. Her breasts looked twice their normal size and her hips were so sexy. Her tiny ass seemed to call out for him to fuck it. 

Stella felt her face turning red and her body began to tingle at his sweet words, but there had to be a small change before this went on. "I think that while we're out of the house, you should call me, Stella," she said, watching a disappointed look cover his face. But she knew that this was how it had to be. The beach house had been in her family for a long time and she couldn't have people thinking she screwed her son. "How's it going to look if you're calling me Mom, while you're seducing me?" she asked taking one of his cigarettes and quickly lit it. 

He couldn't believe it. Calling her Mom while he romanced her was so hot, but now he couldn't. "Nobody even knows us. You love it as much as I do. Come on Mom, it's so hot and you know it," Levi pleaded with her. But, from the look on her pretty face, he realized he had best do as told or it could fuck up the entire night. "I'm doing this under protest," he said in a sad voice, hoping he could change her mind. 

Mom just looked at him and shook her head no. 

"Well." Levi smiled moving against body, slowly running his hands up the back of her legs and to her ass. "Every time I say you name, I'm really going to be saying...Mom," he whispered in her ear as he very carefully slid his right hand around her and softly touched her warm and excited pussy, noticing the small bush of hair was gone. 

She looked into his eyes and knew she wasn't going to be able to hold out any longer. Stella needed her son to make this horrible loneliness go away and never return. 

"When we come back," she said in a scared and trembling voice, feeling him touching her lonesome pussy, sending chills of need flooding every inch of body. "I want you, and I mean I want you for days and days," Stella moaned falling against him, hoping he'd just tear off her clothes and say 'fuck dinner' and just take her where she stood.

"Is it good, Mom?" he teased running his fingers up the center of her warm and very excited lips. "My cock is going to love being in you," Levi whispered in her ear, gently kissing it. "I'm going to give you so much love...you'll forget him and want me," he whispered again, wondering if she'd mind skipping dinner and just have dessert right now. 

She couldn't help but smile at him, and knew he was right. Levi was one of the most loving men she'd ever known and it was going be so easy to fall in love with him. She knew he was her son, but she wanted him as a man. "You're sure confident in yourself," she sighed as he kept teasing her pussy and driving her crazy with his skilled fingers, . If it hadn't been for being so hungry and the need to be romanced, Stella knew she'd be in her bed with him on top of her, loving her into the night. 

"Let's go! I'm starving to death," she said pulling away from him, knowing that when they returned, there was no more resisting him. Levi would be free to take her. 

*.

"This is so nice,," Stella smiled, looking at the small candle and fresh flowers on the table. "I haven't been on a romantic date in so long," she smiled again and couldn't wait to get back to the house and consummate their love for each other. "How's it feel knowing what we're going to do when we get back to the house?" Stella asked in a shaky voice. She couldn't wait for Levi and his magnificent cock.

Levi returned her smile and reached to hold her trembling hands. "I think it's going to be fantastic. You're so sexy, beautiful and," he paused, wishing he could touch her in a more intimate place than her hands. "You're my Mom," Levi said in a low, seductive voice, watching her eyes close and let out a moan of lust. 

"You little shit," Stella said, trying to clear her head. "Will you call me that when we...um...," she askded. She couldn't say make love, screw or fuck, but she knew what they both wanted. 

Levi couldn't help but laugh. "You want me to call you...Mom when I fuck you?" he teased, knowing this was going to be so hot. How many guys in the world have a hot looking Mom like her, and get to fuck them?

She was on fire and her pussy was dripping. "Yes," Stella moaned thinking of him on her, pounding her with his big, long cock and calling her Mom. "I want you to make all your dreams of loving me to come true. I don't care what it is, you're to do it," she moaned, knowing they should be going before she sat there and orgasmed. "Let's go! I want to suck on your big cock the entire way home," she whispered, knowing that was a dream come true for any normal guy. "I want it hard and ready to give me a long, hard...fuck," she growled at him. She needed him in her so badly she was hurting. 

Levi pulled out his wallet and left a stack of money. He grabbed her arm and all but ran from the restaurant and to his car. "I can't wait," he moaned pushing her against the car and started kissing and feeling her up. "I wanta fuck you so bad,," Levi said in a desperate voice, wishing they were already home and in her bed. 

Stella was helpless as his hands roamed her body, but the one thing she loved, his cock, was smashed against her wet pussy. "Get in the car, I want to suck this," she ordered, watching a big smile cover his face. "Hurry up," she added as he fumbled with his keys. 

"I'm hurrying," he laughed, hoping he could hold off on cuming. They quickly got in the car and Mom didn't waste any time. She had his pants pulled down and his cock half way down her throat. He was loaded and ready for action. "Take it easy on me. I'm so horny and I don't want to cum yet,," he moaned, enjoying her warm mouth wrapped around his cock. Her gentle sucking was out of this world. 

She heard him and smiled. Her poor baby was going crazy to get in her panties. Stella lifted her head from him and caressed the side of his face. "I told you that you can do anything you want," she whispered and went right back to sucking him. She knew if he came, he'd soon be ready for more. Young boys like him couldn't get enough sex and she was more than willing to help him day or night. 

He started the car, looking down to see his beautiful Mom sucking him. Levi was still in shock. His dreams of loving her were coming true. "You're so fucking hot," he moaned, watching her sucking and swallowing him. 

"I need to get us home," he laughed and started the drive home with Mom sucking him ever so softly. "You can do this any time you want," he moaned sliding his hand down her back and over Mom's tight ass, carefully fingering her tiny hole, wondering if she'd give that up too. "I want some of this too," he whispered and she moaned loud. "Do you like a nice, hard cock in it?" Levi asked and she spread her ass for him and lifted her head. 

"God yes! You can fuck any hole I have and I'll just beg you for more," she growled, and quickly went back to sucking him. She wanted him to cum. Stella sucked hard, moving her head up and down as fast as she could. "You nasty bitch! Trying to make me cum," he laughed. He was trying to watch her and the road, but she was making it very hard to focus on driving. "When we get home...you've had it girl," he laughed, thinking of bending her over the side of the sofa and fucking her like a Wildman. 

She lifted up, sitting back in her seat, she said, "I'm ready for anything you want," Stella moaned, thinking of his hard cock ravishing her tiny and lonely pussy. "When we start, be ready to go all night long," she whispered as visions of him fucking her in so many different positions filled her mind. "I need to make up for so many nights of being alone," she said thinking of all the nights they were in the same house and could have been having fun. 

"Don't ever think of being lonely again. You're mine now and I plan on keeping you very happy," he smiled running his hand over her pretty face. "Finally," he moaned, pulling in the driveway. 

"What the fuck?" Levi said with surprise, pulling behind his Dad's car. "Mother fucker," he yelled slapping the steering wheel as hard as he could, wondering why in hell his Dad had to pick tonight to come here. 

"Oh no," Stella said with disappointment, knowing that their plans of loving each other were spoiled. "Oh, I'm going to die! I've never been so horny in my life," she cried as tears ran down her face, hoping Bill wouldn't want her. Stella was so excited, and it was all for Levi, her handsome son. There was no way she was giving it to Bill. 

Levi grabbed her, hugging tight, hoping Dad wouldn't stay. Most times he'd just come over for a night, sometimes a day and leave. "If we're lucky, he'll leave in the morning and when he does," he said holding her face to look into her eyes. "I'm taking you and you're going to be mine forever," Levi added, feeling his own tears forming in his eyes, hoping he'd get through another night without her. 

"Yes! I want you always and forever," Stella cried returning his loving hug, hoping Bill would leave in the morning. She needed her lover, her son to make passionate love to her. "I'm not going back to the city. I'm moving in here and you're going to be my man," she smiled, hoping that Levi truly wanted her and this wasn't just some game to him. 

He hugged her tight. "I'm never letting you out of my sight or our bed," Levi smiled, wiping her tears away. "But now, we need to get inside. He may have seen us pull in," he added giving her one last kiss. He wiped her face again and they went inside. 

*.

Bill sat in the living room wondering where his wife was, when he saw the headlights of a car pulling up the drive. "It's about fucking time," he said as a hint of anger rushed over him, thinking of her fucking someone other than him. "I'll kill her and the mother fucker," he growled wondering who it was. He sat waiting, wondering what was going on, when he finally heard footsteps on the front porch. 

"Hey there," Stella said as she and Levi walked in the house, hoping he didn't notice that she'd been crying. "What brings you out here?" she asked slipping off her high heels and walked over to hug him, but he just sat there, giving her a cold look. 

He looked at her face and quickly knew that something wasn't right. "Just figured I'd come and see what was going on," he replied, seeing that she looked happier than he'd seen her in a long time. 'You best not be fucking anyone,' he thought looking over her body, wondering why she was dressed so nicely. "Where you been?" Bill asked turning his evil stare to Levi. 

"We went out to dinner, why?" Stella asked walking back towards the kitchen for a drink, hoping Bill would just leave or die. She hated him and never really knew why she stayed with him as long as she had. 

"You look like you just got fucked." Bill said watching her walk away, noticing she had a sexy sway in her hips. He knew something was going on. 

Levi just watched his Dad, praying he'd try something with Mom. He wanted an excuse to beat his ass to death and it wouldn't take much. "Why do you talk to her like that? You know she wouldn't do that," Levi said, hoping the fucker would start some shit.  

Bill looked at his son, wishing he was a few years younger and had taken a little better care of himself. "You stay out of this, little boy," he said with a snarl in his voice. He hoped he could scare Levi, but saw that he wasn't backing down. 

Levi just laughed at his overweight Dad, knowing he could take him so easily. "I've been past being a 'little boy' for a long time now." He laughed again, knowing his cock was so much bigger than his Dad's and he was sure that he could outlast him with ease.

Stella was making her drink when she heard Levi and she couldn't help but giggling. 'You got that right, baby!' she thought as visions of his long cock flooded her mind. She hoped Bill would get mad and leave them alone. Stella was so angry! she finally got up the nerve to have sex with Levi and Bill shows up, ruining their plans. 

Bill wasn't sure, but Levi and Stella seemed to be different. 'Something is going on here and I'm going to find out what,' he thought, puffing his cigar, blowing the thick smoke towards Levi. "You'll always be a 'little boy' in my eyes." Bill added with a laugh. "You're too much of a Mommy's boy to be a man," he said laughing louder than ever. 

Levi laughed with him and thought, 'If you weren't so dumb, you'd see why I hang out with her so much!' he thought as Mom's hot body filled his mind, hoping he'd get to enjoy it soon. "It's better to be a 'Mommy's boy' than an asshole," he laughed at his father, hoping he'd try something. 

"Keep it up, punk," Bill replied giving him a cold look, but Levi stood firm and he wasn't the least bit scared of his father. "I was sitting at home wondering why you haven't been bugging me about coming out here. I figured I'd come and see what's going on," he said in Stella's direction, watching her very closely, trying to find out what was going on. 

"I got tired of asking you. You bitch and complain so much about coming, I said fuck it," Stella said turning to face him, hoping there wouldn't be any trouble. Bill had a knack for making a mountain out of a molehill. But, this molehill was growing fast and it was down her sons' jeans. 

Bill watched her and wanted to slap her face off, but if he did, he'd have Levi to deal with. "You best not be fucking anybody," he said in his evil voice than neither Stella nor Levi was afraid of. 

"Yeah right," she sat down on the couch laughing as hard as she could. "Who in the hell am I going to fuck? There's nobody around for miles and miles! Oh Levi, can I fuck you," she laughed getting on her knees in front of him, holding his hands and winked. 

"Real fuckin' funny," Bill said laughing with her and Levi. "I just wanted to make sure," he added, feeling tired and ready for bed. The little whore back in town had wore him out and he needed some sleep. "I think I'm going to bed. Are you ready?" he asked, hoping Stella was. It would be fun playing with her before he passed out. 

"After the shit you just said to me? I think you'll be in that bed all by yourself," she quickly replied, knowing there was no way in hell he was going to touch her. Stella had a new man in her life and anything she had to offer, was now his. 

He just gave her a cool look, stood up and went up to the spare bedroom. "Fuckin' cunt," he said, slammed the door and fell across the bed. 

"What a fuckin' asshole," Levi said pulling his Mom up and into his arms. "I need you," he moaned grabbing under her skirt, rubbing her ass, hoping she'd still want to do it. He quickly saw a frown cover her face. "What?" he asked, feeling his heart sink. 

Stella knew her baby needed her love, but there was no way she could do such a lovely thing with him as long as Bill was in the house. "I can't with him here. It wouldn't be fair to you. What we're going to do is going to be so special and I want to make all your dreams come true. But, I can't with him in the house," she said, knowing that it broke his heart, but Stella couldn't do it now. 

"Oh Mom, please! I'm dying," Levi begged her, hoping she'd give in, but he knew her well, and if she said no, that was it. "Look," he added motioning to his swollen cock. "That's all for you, please help me," he said hugging her, making sure that it was pressing on her excited pussy.

"Baby," she moaned, knowing that she had to help him. There was no way she could leave him in this condition. He'd be on her mind the entire night. "I'll fix it for you." Stella said in a soft voice, turned out the lights and knelt down in front of him. She slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled him out. "Oh my," she whispered, enjoying his hot and excited cock in her tiny hands. "My poor little baby needs me," she whispered, placing small kisses all over his swollen shaft, watching him smiling. "Does my baby like this?" she teased, continuing to kiss all over him, feeling him growing more, knowing that she was going to be drowned in his cum. 

He stood, watching his sexy Mom. Levi knew this wasn't going to last very long. He was already horny and with the way she was playing with him and talking, it would be over soon. "Yes! I love it," he moaned, fighting to hold out a little longer. He wanted something special. "Open your blouse, please," he cried, and watched her all but tear it open and smile. 

"Do you want to cum on my big titties? You nasty, nasty little boy," she said in the most seductive voice she could muster. She stroked him slow, making sure to squeeze him as hard as she could, knowing she'd be getting a nice treat very soon. "Cum on me," she moaned, looking up to him with her pretty eyes, knowing how much he loved that. 

Levi loved her sweet words and amazing offer. "Oh Mom, I'm so close!" he moaned enjoying her warm, oily hands sliding up and down his long cock like nothing he'd ever felt before. "Mom!"

"Look at them. They want you to cum on them," Stella moaned, holding both her breasts up to his cock, wishing they were doing this in her bed. "Cum on them," she purred, watching his face closely, knowing it was just a matter of seconds before her loving, young son covered her with his warm seed of life. "Cum on me!" Stella whispered up to him as she slowly stroked. "Cum on them!" she moaned, smashing her breasts around him while her right hand teased the head. "Come on baby! Do it!" she begged and at last, she got her gift and Levi got his relief. She loved it when Levi started humping her hands as the warm fluid shot from her baby, covering her in just a matter of seconds. His warm, thick cum ran down her breasts, over her nipples, making her want more. 

He couldn't hold back any longer. Levi humped in time with her loving hands as cum shot from the end of his cock so hard and fast, it hurt. "Oh Mom! Yes! Yes," Levi moaned out in the dark kitchen, hoping this feeling would never end. "I love you! Oh God I love you so much," he whimpered trying to keep humping and from falling on the floor. he watched his seeds covering her breasts and Levi couldn't wait to shoot it in her body. 

She stood up, wiped herself with a towel and hugged him with all her might. "As soon as he leaves...I'm fucking you to death," she growled. She could hardly wait for her baby to return to her body, the very place he came from and shoot his seeds in her. 

Levi caught his breath and remembered something nice. He lifted her up, sat her on one of the counters and pulled down her tiny panties. "I just thought of something," he smiled getting on his knees. He moved between her long legs and started kissing her soft thighs, enjoying the musky, smell of an excited woman. "One of us is very, very horny," he winked kissing her thighs, moving farther up her legs with each kiss, savoring her moans and the taste of her bare flesh.




The Beach House Ch. 02



She was startled when he quickly sat her on the counter. Stella knew what was coming. "And, what did you think of?" she smiled, knowing Levi must have felt that she'd shaved herself. "I wonder what that could be," Stella moaned as his cool lips slowly worked their way up the excited flesh of her thighs, making her want to scream. "Oh Levi," she whimpered, grabbing his hair, gently pulling him closer. She knew he'd take his time, making sure to drive her crazy. 

"Say something nasty," he whispered, hoping she'd make his last dream come true. He wanted her to say things like, 'make your mother cum' or 'fuck Mommy,' but the one thing Levi really wanted to hear was, 'cum in your Mom!' But, she hadn't said anything close to that and he dearly wanted that. 

Stella's mind was racing as the most incredible things rushed over her. He'd done this to her before, but tonight seemed so much better. Maybe in was the thrill of doing it in the kitchen or maybe, it was because her husband was just up the stairs. She didn't know, but it was breathtaking. "What should I say?" she asked in a soft voice. Sh had an idea of what Levi wanted, but it still embarrassed her. 

He smiled at her. "Say, make your Mom cum," he replied with a grin, hoping that she'd get over her shyness and let loose. 

She felt her face turning red at his words and knew she couldn't, not yet. "I can't do that. It bothers me," she whispered back to him, hoping he wouldn't be upset with her. This was still very shocking to her and it would take a little more time for that. 

Levi continued kissing her and really hoped that she'd get over her uncertainties with doing this. He wanted it loving, but he also wanted it on the nasty side too. "Say it," he begged, but it didn't do any good. So, he started kissing higher and higher, until he found himself at her source. "Oh yes," Levi moaned gently suckling at the soft flesh where her legs and pussy came together. 

Stella heard him, but she couldn't bring herself to saying such things. He'd have to give her a little more time to let all these emotions sink in. "Oh baby," she cried as his warm mouth tormented her, sending bolts of electricity deep into the back of her needful pussy. She wished they could just go on and commit the most forbidden sin known to man. 

Levi licked, sucked and tongued everywhere he could find and Stella knew this wouldn't take but a few more minutes, until he'd turn her into a quivering, bowl of Jell-O. 

"Levi," she moaned grabbing his head and pulling him closer. Stella felt something very nice, his warm tongue, carefully slid deep into her body. "Ah! Yes! Yes," she whimpered, hoping he'd keep doing this, it felt so good. He licked in her, teasing her lonely pussy, giving it, and her, a small idea of just how extraordinary it was going to be when he did take her. 

He loved her moaning and squirming under him, knowing that when they made love, she'd be his forever. His tongue slid in and out of her body with ease, covering his face with her sweet juices. 'Cum baby! Do it for me!' he thought as he tongue-fucked her faster, driving in her as deep as he could. He wished it was his hard cock, but this was good for now. He'd be getting her as soon as the asshole up stairs left. 

Stella feel back on the counter, hoping she wouldn't scream to loud, but it was going to take everything she had to hold it in. Her hips rocked with his probing tongue, as a warm fire building in her pussy and quickly spreading to her thighs. "Levi! My baby," she whimpered, wishing she could say the things her handsome son wanted to hear, but she couldn't. The fire grew, her tiny clit began to throb and it happened. "Shit," Stella cried, lifting her hips and ass from the cool counter, shoving her body to her son, wishing he'd stand up and ram his long cock to her core. "Baby! My sweet baby," she moaned as the feeling of being pleasured over took her so fast and so hard, her head spun. 

Levi knew she was close; he drove his tongue in and out of her faster, only stopping to tease her clit. 'That's my girl!' he thought, enjoying her tight pussy trying to grab his tongue and hold it inside, but it would have to wait. After the asshole upstairs left, her pussy could hold his cock for as long as it wanted. Levi felt her body start to shake and he smiled. She moaned, squirmed and came all over his face with a force the young kid never knew until now, and he wanted it to be more. 'As soon as he drives away, I'm getting you,' he thought as she continued to cum and cum hard. 

*.

Levi was lying in his bed, about to get up, when he felt a warm body climb into his bed and hug him. "Hello," he turned and smiled. "What if he catches you in here?" he asked with a little concern, not wanting to start any trouble. But as he felt over Mom's wonderful body, feeling that she was only wearing a small pair of panties, the worry quickly left him. "Nice," Levi said running his hands over every inch of her, feeling his cock coming to life and he wanted her so bad. "Please say he's gone." Levi said moving over her and he was ready to take her. 

Stella crept down the hall and into her sons' room, hoping they'd get a few minutes alone. She moved in his bed, enjoying his hands roaming over her and she wanted to scream. "I love when you touch me," she moaned wishing her husband would leave today and let her get on with her son. "He's in the shower. Please, not now," she begged as Levi moved over her and started humping his long, hard cock into her wet panties. She needed him so very badly, but she wanted it to be special and not like this. He gently eased the swollen head of his cock against her panties, pressing slightly into her aching pussy. "Oh my God," Stella moaned, wishing so much that Bill was gone. She needed her son to screw her to death with his massive piece of meat. 

"I'm going to die if I don't get you soon," Levi said with lust in his voice, wondering if he should go on and just take her now. "Let me do it, please," he begged. But before he had a chance to do anything, Mom shoved him off and stood up. 

"No! I told you I want it special," Stella growled at him and was very mad. "I just wanted to enjoy a few minutes cuddling with you," she added, wishing Levi would have behaved himself. She'd even considered sucking him again, but he had to mess things up. 

"I'm sorry. I'll be good. Come back and l..." he stopped talking when he heard the water turn off and he saw Mom run from his room. "Stupid fucker," Levi said slapping himself on the side on the head, wishing he'd just lain there with Mom. He knew she needed 'love' not just his idea of it. She needed a man. She needed to hear how pretty she was and be really loved, not just a quick fuck. 'I'm sorry Mom,' he said to himself and got out of bed He put on his swimming trunks and went down to the kitchen. He walked behind Mom, gave her a hug, kissed her neck and whispered, "I'm sorry," and he went to sit down. 

Stella wanted to cry. She turned and smiled at him. She couldn't wait to have him as her lover. 'You're one of a kind,' she thought flipping the bacon frying in the skillet. "It's ok, baby. I understand what you're going through. I feel just about the same as you do. He'll be gone soon and we will have all kinds of fun," she said, wishing she could ease his pain again. "Are you going down to the water?" Stella asked with a big smile. She couldn't wait to show him her new bikinis. They'd been here so long, but hadn't been to the beach one time. 

"Yeah, I need to do something to work this off," he said pointing to his hard cock, knowing if he didn't do something, he might piss Mom off. 

She put her arm on his shoulders and hugged. "I'm sorry, but I want our first time special," she whispered. "Want some company or would you rather be alone?" she asked, hoping he'd tell her to come with him. She needed to make up for this morning. She hated denying him anything, even her body. 

"You still haven't seen my new bikinis," she said, watching a painful look covering his handsome face. "We could lie behind the big dune and nobody can see us." Stella added, watching his frown quickly turn to a smile. 

"Can we play a little?" Levi asked, hoping she'd say yes and help him like she did last night. 

"Only if you give me a 'total' body rubdown," she whispered as Bill walked into the kitchen with a drink in his hand. "Isn't it a bit early for that?" Stella asked looking at him and the clock on the wall. "It's only nine o'clock Bill," she added with disgust in her soft voice, hoping he'd be on his way and free the way for her to complete the extraordinary act with her son. 

"Who fuckin' cares?" he snapped at her, wishing she was closer. He wanted to slap her in the mouth. "What kind of slop are you trying to cook?" he asked watching Levi giving him a dirty look. "You got a problem boy?" Bill asked, trying to stare down Levi. The boy wasn't backing down one bit. 

"If you think she cooks so bad, why don't you go someplace else?" Levi said in his mothers' defense, wishing he'd go away and leave them alone. 

"I'll do that soon as I wake up. Then you can have your Mommy all to yourself. Maybe, she'll even let you suck her nasty, floppy tits too," Bill laughed, watching Levi's face turn cold, hoping the young kid didn't beat his ass. 

"Good! You make us both sick." Levi said, hearing his Mom giggling by the stove. 

"Keep it up," Bill replied looking towards Stella. He wanted to hit her so bad. 'Fuckin' cunt!' he thought wishing Levi wasn't there. 'Be glad your little baby is here to protect you,' he thought again and couldn't wait to get out of the house and go into town for some fun. "I'm going into town. I'll be back later," he said slamming his glass down, making Stella jump. 

"Good, I hope you crash and die," Levi said as his father left the room. He couldn't help but wonder what Mom ever saw in him. "Mom, were you just horny when you met him or what?" he laughed moving behind her to hug. "You're all mine," he whispered to her, feeling her let out a long and very slow sigh. 

"Maybe I can 'really' help you now," she purred, thinking of loving him on the beach as the waves made their way to shore. 'Now that would be very, very special!' she said to herself, thinking of her son's long, hard cock deep in her wet pussy, loving her until she fainted or died of happiness. "What color would you like the best? A nice, soft white that turns transparent when it gets wet or a soft, powder blue that does the same when its wet?" she asked watching his manly eyes widen with lust. 

"Mmm, nice," Levi moaned thinking of how great she'd look in either of the two bikinis. "I think I'd like...the blue one," he added and couldn't wait to get her on the beach. This was it. He was going to romance her and make both their dreams come true no matter what she said. "I'll put a bunch of drinks in the cooler and get us one of those big blankets we bought last year and we'll be set," he smiled and couldn't wait. He'd take his time, just like Aunt Rachael taught him, and if all went well, Mom would be his by lunch time. 

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Stella helped Levi spread the blanket, watching him eyeing her breasts and the tiny bikini covering her. 'I feel like I'm being sized up to be eaten by a shark!' she laughed to herself. She loved the lust and need in his handsome eyes, knowing he was going to please all of her desires. "I gather you like it?" Stella asked, straightening her breasts, and teasing him all she could. 

"Oh yes," he replied looking over her hips, wishing she'd pull off the towel and show him the rest of her body. He walked to her, pulled her into his arms, kissing long and so deep. "Damn! I can't wait for him to leave," he smiled pulling the towel from her and couldn't believe his eyes. "God, you're so hot," Levi moaned feeling his cock growing. Since nobody was around, he just pulled off his jeans and tossed them aside. 

Stella couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat when she heard Levi. "Thank you," she smiled, watching him strip down and start growing. "You should get that thing trained or something." Stella said watching him grow stiff, and for her. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her, but she wanted him to work for it. He needed to sweet talk her, cuddle with her and he could always rub her down with oil. 

"I wanted to find a hot lady that might be interested in helping me with it. He never minds or does anything I say." Levi said looking over her body, feeling his pulse quicken. "Do you know anyone that would help train him?" he asked, pulling her back into his arms while making sure that his raging cock was between her legs and rubbing on her pussy. 

Stella couldn't move when his cock slid over her. It felt so good knowing the waiting was over. "I might be able to help, but it will cost you," she smiled and sat down on the blanket, pouring herself a cool glass of wine. When she looked up, his cock was only an inch from her mouth. It took every ounce of her strength to resist sucking him, so she laid back, acting as if she wasn't interested in it. 

Levi wanted her to suck him, but he quickly figured out that she had other plans. He lay down next to Mom, gently caressing her stomach, wondering how long she wanted their playing to go on. "What's it going to cost me?" he asked with a smile, seeing that her nipples were hard and a massive wet spot covered her bikini bottom. He loved her playing and teasing, but he was also ready to take her.

"A little more romancing would be nice and...when I'm finished with him, he'll be a good boy," she smiled caressing his swollen shaft. She couldn't wait to get it deep in her body. Stella knew after they made love, no other man would ever please her again.  

Levi loved her so much he would do anything to make her happy, even if it meant waiting a little longer. "Anything you want," he whispered, leaned to kiss her and gently caressed her excited pussy. "I can't wait to be inside you. Back inside my sexy Mom," he whispered, kissing the side of her neck, feeling her hips pushing to his hand. "Is that good?" Levi asked in a soft voice, knowing his finger on Mom's clit must have been driving her crazy. 

"You little shit, you know it does," Stella said giving him a playful slap, pushing his hand away. 'You're going to kill me!' she thought, watching a wide grin covering his handsome face. The worries started flooding her mind again. 'I hope you really want me. How long will you stay with me? Will you still love me after we do this?' Stella thought continuing to smile at him, hoping all of her worrying was just a waste of time. Levi was a great guy and she knew he'd never take advantage of her just for sex. 

He sat there looking over her body and had an idea. "Turn over and I'll give you a rubdown," Levi said, reaching for the bottle of oil. He watched her turn over, enjoying her tall slender body, knowing it would soon be all his. Her small, firm ass looked so good with the tiny bikini on it. Levi couldn't resist running his hand over her. "Damn, you look so good," Levi moaned as he carefully moved over her, sitting on his knees. Letting his stiff cock rest on her bare back, he began. 

He poured oil on her shoulders and down her back. He gently rubbed, but it was more like caressing than anything. He wanted her to relax and let go. He knew she still had some hesitations about doing this and he wanted to do everything he could to help ease them. 

"Oh Lord," Stella whispered as he sat on her. She couldn't help but feeling her sons' hardness on her, knowing what was going to happen. She wanted him so badly. Stella knew she had to just let go and enjoy this. "It feels so good," she sighed, enjoying her sons' big, strong hands as they caressed her neck and shoulders, sending breathtaking feelings to her brain and between her long legs and she felt him untying her top. 

His hands were wonderful, but his stiffness was the thing she really loved the most. He was as hard as stone and it never seemed to rest. Every time they hugged, touched or anything, it was always hard and she loved it. Stella knew that she'd never want for a man as long as Levi was around her 'I want it in me so deep it hurts!' she moaned to herself, thinking of her son screwing her hard and as deep in her as he could get. 'I need it baby. I need you to fuck your Mom until I die!' she thought as his hands moved down her back and then, she felt him shifting and his big, long cock was in her ass crack. 'Oh my God!' Stella screamed to herself, knowing it wouldn't be long until she had a lover: her good-looking son. 

Levi couldn't help feeling her breathing going crazy when his rigid cock slipped in her sexy ass crevice. He knew she was finally relaxing. Mom was going to be his very, very soon. "Are you ok?" he asked as a wide smile covered his face, knowing that she was fine. Levi was just driving the poor woman crazy. 

'Yes, I'm fine. I just need you to fuck me!' she thought as his hands caressed the middle of her back. Each time he leaned forward, it felt like his cock was going to ram up her butt. "Yes, I'm good," she said in a soft, helpless voice, wondering if he planned on turning her over for the disgraceful sin or if he intended on taking her in this position. 

He moved down more, rubbing her lower back. Now his cock was in the perfect spot to take her. It was pointing straight to her lovely pussy and it was going to be so hard to resist. But Levi wanted a good view of her beautiful face when he took her. "I like this," he said watching her lying under him, trying to catch her breath as he rubbed her with such love and tenderness. He enjoyed her wonderful body at his mercy. 

"Tell me about it." Stella purred, hoping she wouldn't orgasm with his soft and caring touch. She'd been without a man for so long and she knew it was going to be so hard to hold back. She'd rather have his long, manly cock in her when it happened, but if she came, so be it. There would be lots and lots more for him. 

Levi continued caressing the lowest part of her back, slightly pushing down her tiny bikini with each caress. 'Oh shit!' Stella thought feeling her lonely pussy throbbing with need, knowing it wouldn't be very much longer until he was deep in her, taking away all the loneliness she'd felt for so long. "I love it," Stella couldn't help crying out when his big hands covered her small ass, gently caressing through her thin bikini bottom. "Did my horny little sister teach you this?" she asked trying to turn and look at him, but Stella couldn't find the strength. He had her helpless and she was sure that he was enjoying every last second of this. 

He laughed at her, rubbing down her legs, teasing her thighs with his thumbs, letting them graze over her bikini seams. He quickly move away. "Yes she did," he replied watching his oiled hands slipping over her long legs to the very soft and inviting flesh of her thighs. Her breathing and occasional moans, told Levi she loved it just as much as he was. All of his many, many dreams of loving her could never compare to the real thing. 

"I wonder if I should thank her?" Stella moaned and couldn't help but think of what else Rachel'd taught Levi. Her sister was always talking of sex and Stella'd had an idea that she loved younger guys and she was right. 

Levi had to laugh at his Mom. "She'd think it was cool. She was always asking me if I thought you were hot and if I every got the chance if I'd do you," he said, rubbing up and down her long, sexy legs, making sure he got close enough to her pussy to tease and then he'd pull away. Levi loved touching her like this and he wanted it to last as long as he could. 

"She's such a pervert," Stella smiled, thinking of Rachael fucking Levi half to death. "What was her favorite thing to do?" she asked, wondering what turned her young sister on. Stella had a few ideas, but she wanted to know first hand. 




The Beach House Ch. 02



"You've heard the old saying, she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose?" he asked thinking of how much Rachael loved sucking his cock and what great feelings she always gave him. 

"Oh my Lord," she laughed thinking of her sucking Levi's big, hard cock. "I bet you both were in heaven," Stella giggled, imagining Rachael sucking off her son. 

"She made it a point to put me asleep doing it and every morning she woke me the same way," he replied with a grin, visions of his sexy Aunt sucking his cock filling his mind. 

Stella just lay there thinking of Rachael sucking Levi's long cock and it turned her on more, if that was possible. She already felt as if she was close to exploding and now it was more intense than ever. "I bet you loved that," she softly said, wishing that she'd been playing with Levi long before now. She knew he was having sex at a very young age and deep down, she'd had a few thoughts of him loving her, but that was it. 

"God yes! She's awesome," Levi said, as he continued rubbing her legs, getting as close to her pussy as he could, without touching it. He wanted his Mom begging him to do her before he finished. "She sucked it all, too! It went all the way down her throat and she fucking loved it," he moaned thinking of his hot Aunt sucking him like a wild animal. 

Stella just lay, listening to Levi as visions of the two fucking each other filled her mind. "I'm glad you enjoyed being with her. I'd rather have you do it with someone that cared about you and could teach you how to please a woman. That separates the men from the assholes like your Dad," she smiled, wishing he'd touch her pussy. It was more than ready to be seduced,, but it seemed that Levi loved teasing her. 

"She taught me so many things," he said. "When I'm done with this sweet ass of yours," he leaned down, making sure that his stiff cock pushed against her dripping wet pussy, "you'll know you've been fucked." He thought of taking her right now, but wanted to massage the front of her too. "Turn over so I can get to the real good stuff," he said, giving her ass a playful slap as he moved off her.

She turned on her side, giving her stinging butt a little rub as the throbbing in her pussy grew. "Ouch," Stella laughed. "I should send you to bed for that," she said with a little wink, knowing Levi would love that, and she would too.

He just smiled at her. "Will you tuck me in?" he asked, giving her another tiny slap, watching her large breasts gently swaying. "I'm going to suck them so much," he moaned reaching to caress her left breast as she finished turning on her back. 

Levi poured more oil on her and moved to sit over Mom. "Oh yes," he moaned again, his hands quickly moved to her breasts, gently squeezing them, sending excitement rushing to his swollen cock, hoping he could make this last longer than a few minutes. 

Stella was totally helpless as Levi grabbed her breasts. "Oh my baby," she whimpered, looking at him and that big cock pointing straight to her boobs, hoping he'd rub it all over them or maybe he'd want to fuck them. Stella loved doing that, but Bill always thought it was a waste of time. "I love when you play with my boobs," she moaned as he carefully pulled her nipple rings and felt like cuming when he'd twist them. 

He smiled to her and had an idea. Levi slowly moved up, until his cock was between them and when Mom smiled at him, it was even better. "I've always wanted to do this too," he smiled, pouring more oil on her cock and when Mom smashed them around him, he wanted to cum. 

"Fuck them! Cum on me, if you want," she whispered smashing her boobs around him as hard as she could, wondering if he'd want to cum on them or not. She knew he'd last for hours and wasn't worried about him getting hard again. He started moving back and forth; Stella wanted to scream. It felt so good to have a hard man fucking her tits. "Oh baby! Yes! Do it, fuck my titties," she cried out, wondering if he'd be able to say Mom or not. She knew he loved hearing it, but it was bad enough they were doing this. 

Levi looked down and it still didn't seem real to be doing this, but he knew it was. "Mom," he cried as he fucked her breasts nice and fast, fighting to hold in a big load of cum. He wanted it in her pussy, as far as he could shoot it. "You're so fucking hot! I wanta fuck you for as long as I live," he said, knowing he had to stop or she'd be covered. Levi jumped off her and flopped on the blanket, panting for air. 

She turned on her side facing him, caressing his face. "I told you to cum. You didn't have to stop baby, I loved it," she said in a caring, motherly voice as her left hand touched him. "You can do anything you want to me, I don't care," Stella added and knew the indecision and playing shit was over. She needed his hard cock in her as far as it would go. She untied her bikini bottom and gave him a warm smile. "Come and love your Mom," she whispered as a big smile .covered his face and he moved over her. "Be easy, it's been a long time for me and you're so big." Stella said in a soft voice, enjoying his weight on her. She could feel his swollen head pushing at her wet opening, ready to go down a road of no return. 

Levi knew Mom didn't care what he did, but he couldn't do that to her. Then, she finally said what he'd been dying to hear. 

Levi moved on her as fast as he could, enjoying her excited body under him and his stiff cock ready for his ultimate gift. 

"I love you so much," he moaned, feeling her juices covering him. Levi knew she was more than ready. He slowly eased forward, her muscles fought to keep him out, but there was no way that was going to happen. He'd waited far too long and Mom was now his. "It doesn't want me in there," he smiled, giving her a loving kiss, trying to push in her, but her pussy felt like it was locked. 

Stella needed Levi so badly, but her body was fighting both of them. "Push harder," she cried spreading her legs wider, hoping it would help. She needed her son deep in her body, screwing her until she fainted. "Please," Stella moaned. He was so close, but her body was fighting this wonderful thing and she had no idea why. She bent her knees, pulled them up to her sides, looked at him and said, "Ram it in me! Make it go in," she growled like a lioness in heat that needed a hard cock. 

Levi couldn't believe this was going on. She needed him just as badly as he wanted her, but her body would not relax.

He watched Mom bending her legs, pulling them up to her sides and he loved what she said. "Oh yeah," he smiled lifting his hips, took a breath and shoved forward. Oh yes! Mom! Mom," he yelled out as loud as he could. He didn't care if everyone in town heard him or not. He was in the woman of his dreams, his sweet, sexy Mother. 

Suddenly, her body opened up for him, and he plunged into her depths. Her tight pussy grabbed him hard, milking it for cum, but he wasn't ready. He planned on loving her the entire afternoon without stopping. 

She watched him smile. This was it. No turning back, no second thoughts now. He pushed forward; it felt like a giant piece of hot steel had been rammed into her body and ripping her in two. "Oh it hurts! It hurts so bad," Stella squealed, hoping she hadn't been hurt. His cock was so big and he'd just shoved it to her core. "It hurts! Baby, you're so big," she whimpered, hugging her son as tight as she could, praying the ungodly pain would end soon. "You're back in Mommy, the very same place you came from," she sniffed, remembering the day he was born and the first time he said Mommy. Tears ran down her face, hoping this wouldn't ruin the wonderful love the shared. 

"Easy Mom, relax. Relax," Levi whispered to her as her tiny pussy squeezed and spasmed around his hard shaft, giving him feelings that none of the other women he'd been with ever came close to giving. "I'm going to stay in it as long as I can," he said leaning to her, kissing her as his lover. 

"Oh yes! Love your Mom, make me yours," Stella smiled, feeling her body finally relaxing, enjoying the fact that it was filled with the hard cock of a young man, her son. "Now you can get busy and show me all the good things my sister and your other ladies taught you," she smiled, knowing she was about to get the screwing of her life. She couldn't wait. Levi was a stud and Stella wanted him to wear her out. "Do it! Love Mommy! Love me hard, baby," she cried thrusting her hips to him, wanting him to screw her as hard as he could. 

He did as he was told. He started fucking her hard and as deep as he could. Her juices poured from her stretched pussy, making the most wonderful sounds Levi had ever heard. 

"Oh Mom," he moaned as his long, hard cock fucking her like some cheep whore. She was begging for more and he gave it to her. "Yes, I'm fucking you! I'm fucking my sexy Mom," he panted, fucking her deep, feeling his cock head hitting the deepest part of her. 

"Yes! My baby boy! My handsome son! Love me! Oh love Mommy!" She screamed out as he rammed in her with no mercy, ramming to her very core. 

"My baby," Stella moaned holding his neck as her long legs wrapped around his hips, driving him deeper than ever. "Love me baby. Love your Mom," she moaned louder, lifting her hips to meet him. "Oh yes. It feels so good," she whimpered as he pumped hard, reaching a good, steady pace that Stella loved. 

He watched the joy and happiness on her face and knew she would be the last woman he'd ever love. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, kissing her lips as they shared each others' hot breath. "I'm in my sexy Mom." Levi said looking into her eyes, seeing love: love for him. "I'm not going to last much longer," he grunted, thinking of all the times they'd hugged, all the times he enjoyed looking at her and now he was loving her. "Oh shit," he yelled shoving himself as deep in her as he would go and he came. Hot cum shot from the end of his cock so hard, it burnt. "Oh Mom! Mom," he cried trying to keep going, but he couldn't. He fell on her breasts, gently nursing her, thrusting his hips to her, hoping she'd cum. 

She held him, watching the boy that she'd given birth to and now, he was filling her with his warm gift of love. "That's Mommy's big boy! Come on baby. Come on," she whispered as he filled her most hallowed place with his seed of life. "That's my baby...Oh yes! Oh yes," Stella squealed out as her body exploded around him, her loving son. "Oh baby, go for me! Love me! Love me hard," she yelled out, Levi sat up and started pumping her hard, shoving his cock in and out of her like a jackhammer. 

"Cum Mom! Cum," he said moving fast, wanting to please her and make this the best day of her life. "Come on, Mom! Cum on your sons' big, hard cock," he said with a smile. He loved the feeling of her pussy squeezing him. It felt so good. "Did you like that?" he asked with a smile. Seeing her giving him one of her sexy grins, he knew she loved it. 

"You little shit! That was hot. I think you'll make me your slave by sunset," she smiled, hugging him tight, knowing he would never leave her side. "Let's go clean up. I need some more," she smiled, giving him a hug and couldn't wait to get Levi in her bed. 

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Stella was on her hands and knees, enjoying Levi's hardness screwing her with long and very deep strokes in her body. "Oh baby," she moaned as he slid in and out of her body, thrusting so deep as he held her excited hips. "Mommy's big boy," she softly said, savoring the feel of his young, stiff cock filling and touching places in her body that she never knew existed until now. 

Levi loved her moaning. It drove him to please her more. Her tight muscles and warm, loving insides wrapped around him so nicely, he didn't want to ever pull out of her. "I'll do anything you ever want," he said trying to keep the steady pace without filling her again. He was so excited this was happening and all he wanted to do was cum in her all he could. 

"Oh Mom," he moaned holding her tighter; thrusting a bit deeper, hoping she'd cum before he did. Aunt Rachael taught him how to hold it in, but now, nothing was working. He wanted to pump Mom full. 

"My baby! My big, handsome son is fucking me," Stella cried as he pumped harder, shoving her forward with each hard push into her pussy, bringing her closer to a breathtaking orgasm. "Oh yes! My baby! My baby," she cried louder, enjoying his massive young cock giving her more enjoyment than she could have ever dream. And her son was doing it. His hard cock slid in and out of her with such love and tenderness, she wanted to cry. Even his hands held her with care. "I'm so close," she whimpered as his cock slid faster, moving in and out, pushing deeper, until it was all she could take.

"I'm cuming," she screamed out.

"Oh God! Mom! Mom," Levi yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Go baby! Cum in me! Cum with me," Stella screamed louder, enjoying her pussy exploding around his cock as he filled her with hot goop. "Oh baby, you're cuming in me! You're cuming in your Mommy," she cried, falling flat on the bed. Levi went down with her. 

Levi lay flat on her, knowing he was still hard and ready for more. "I could love you day and night and never get enough," he whispered to her, enjoying a seductive moan coming from deep inside her body. "I could get some of your sexy ass," he said kissing the back of her shoulders. "Would you like that?" he asked, not seeing the silhouette of someone standing in the doorway. 

"Isn't this a pretty site?" Bill said holding a bloody towel to the side of his head. "Now I know why you never fucked around on me. You had our son to fuck you," he yelled, looking to his son on top of his wife, wondering how long this had been going on. "You no good fucking WHORE!" he screamed, watching his wife smile. "How could be such a whore? Fucking your own son!"

Levi carefully eased from her, slipped into his pants and was ready to fight. "Don't call her that! She's the most beautiful thing in the world and you're to fuckin' dumb to even notice her!" Levi yelled at his Dad, hoping he'd try something. 

"Oh fuck you boy! You wouldn't know a good piece of cunt if it was in your face! She's nothing but a fat piece of dead fish," Bill laughed as Stella turned over on her side. "She's like fucking a dead person. She just lays there. She doesn't move, doesn't do a damn thing," he said watching her smiling. 

"Maybe if you could fuck like your son, I would move," Stella said as she busted out laughing, thinking of what a rotten lover Bill was. 

"You fuckin cunt!" Bill growled and rushed towards her. But as he began to move, a large, powerful fist knocked him back into the wall. 

"You're not touching her again," Levi said in a cold voice, watching his father with great care. "She's mine now. If you want anything from her, you go through me," he said drawing back his right hand and punched with all of his might. "Mother fucker," Levi said as his fathers' eyes rolled back in his head. 

"Wow! That's telling him." Stella smiled as she climbed from the bed. She had to hug her lover. "I love you," she said hugging Levi with all of her might. "It looks like somebody beat him pretty bad." Stella said looking down to him. Then she noticed that Bill wasn't breathing and had two funny looking holes in his chest. "Oh shit, he's been shot, call 911!" she yelled rolling Bill on his back, pushing on his chest, hoping he wasn't dead. She didn't want him in her life and who ever did this, did her and Levi a big favor. 

after a two hour answering session and the police did a gunshot residue test on Levi, they left the house. "I didn't think they'd ever leave." Stella smiled to Levi and moved to him with a smile. "I'm not sure about you, but I'd like to get back to what we were doing," she whispered, reaching deep into his pants, gently stroking him and knew they were going to have a wonderful life ahead of them. 

Stella and Levi stayed at the beach house, never returning to the city. After the killer of Bill was found, they had a wonderful time spending the million dollar insurance money. 

Well, that's it. I'm sure there'll be crying for more, but nope. I'm working on another Mom thing that'll be on soon, maybe even be on by the time this is. And, in my other life, I'm working on a real story! A ghost thing that a real publisher wants me to do. Wish me luck!

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The Beach House Ch. 02



 Chapter 2 (Welcome to PeopleCo)

Janet and I walked across the beach house's courtyard, towards a double door leading inside. As we passed into and out of various shaded, then sunny areas in the courtyard, the sun would reflect deeply in her well-oiled skin, and glint brightly off of occasional beads of sweat caused by the afternoon heat. Many of these beads seemed to be in very strategic points on her body - the tips of her nipples, her slightly protruding labia, and the rounded swell of her ass. The overall effect made it appear as if Janet was wearing nothing but diamond jewelry, and that each shining jewel was specifically located to accent her various attributes.

I could tell once again that Andre had been very thorough with his massage and the suntan lotion, as, except for these occasional bright points of light, every other inch of her body was just as brown and smoothly oiled as if she had been swimming in olive oil. 

Janet must have noticed my occasional glances up and down her perfect body; she suddenly stopped halfway through the courtyard. She turned to face me completely, taking each of my hands into hers and smiling broadly. 

"I have so missed you Jack" she smiled appreciatively. "You know how to make a woman feel so sexy, without even saying one word." 

"Go ahead and look all you want" she went on. "You can even touch any place on my body that you might be interested in, but only for a few minutes, we have a lot to do before it's time to get ready for dinner."

I looked up into her deep blue eyes for a while, then allowed my gaze to wander down along her long, dark, cascading hair, to her large, up-thrust breasts. I examined each breast in detail with my eyes, with their rich, perfect nipples rising to meet the sunlight, then finally moved down along and past her flat, oiled stomach, her glistening, protruding, pussy lips, and finally down along her athletic muscular legs to her bright-red, painted toenails. 

I cupped my hands around her rounded ass, and pulling her into me I gave her a long, deep, kiss. She returned the kiss, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, and pressing her large, perfect breasts into my chest. Her nipples were so hard that I could feel them, distinct from the rest of her breasts, poking into my chest. 

After a few moments I broke the kiss and told her, "There is no part of your body that I DON'T want to touch just now, but I could get lost in you for hours. If we don't have that kind of time, I think I'll take a rain check on that offer."

Her eyes sparkled with delight. "I think that I would like that very much" she said in a low and husky voice. "You may have your rain check sir." "But," she cautioned, "don't wait too long to redeem it. I may just have to be proactive and come find you to deliver it!" 

She turned back toward the door, and we continued on, my hand still cupping her firm ass cheek. I couldn't resist though, I moved my hand just a little to the left and slightly forward, and was rewarded with a giggle and a rush of moistness as my fingers slid one by one between the lips of her pussy. 

"You had your chance, you dirty boy" she laughed, as my fingers found their way to her grasping hole. "But now your time is up, and we have to go and get you ready for your introduction." We at last reached the waiting door, and I walked into a world that I had never suspected I would soon be a part of.

We entered a room that was brightly lit by several skylights in the ceiling. At various points around the room were statues. Each was Greek or Roman in their appearance, depicted nude men, women, or both in various classic poses. On the walls were numerous paintings and tapestries depicting scenes of various amorous activities.

There were Kama Sutra demonstrations, couples in the heat of passion, and lone men and women pleasing themselves with their fingers or with tools, their hips thrusting forward in final release. I even noted two large tapestries with full-blown orgies, each with dozens of participants involved in the pleasure of one other. The entire room had a theme of sex, and this only made me that much more aware of the statuesque, naked woman who had accompanied me into the room. 

The room was much cooler than the courtyard, and Janet's nipples became pointed and harder to a degree that looked almost painful in its constriction. Goose bumps quickly formed, then faded away on her breasts, her limbs, and on her perfect ass.

In the middle of a long wall, a prim-looking woman sat as straight as a tree at a simple white desk. She had the uptight appearance and the seemingly disapproving look of a librarian, all the way down to her horn-rimmed glasses. 

Her dark brown hair up in a tight bun, she wore a straight-cut grey suit and high heels. Curtained doorways were located in each wall of the room, three of these in the wall behind her desk. Each doorway had a painting above it that depicted a different scene. These were the only paintings in the room that did not depict some sexual theme. A picture of a green rolling meadow was over one of the doorways behind her. Other paintings were of a tropical jungle and of waterfalls crashing down a mountainside.

"Jack, this is Marion, our company spa manager" Janet told me. "One of her jobs is to introduce you to our ways here. You should be nice to her, in some ways, she holds the keys to the kingdom." 

"Marion, the librarian" I thought to myself. "How fitting!"

"Hello, Jack" the thin-faced Marion said dryly. "Welcome to the beach house." "I hope" she went on, "that you noticed the sign on your way into our getaway?" 

"What sign might that be... Miss?" I asked her. She made me a bit nervous, and I almost called her "Ma'am".

"You may call me Marion, although if you want to call me "Mistress Marion", I might take it to mean you had something more specific in mind" she said, opening a drawer on the left side of her desk. She took out a photograph. 

"This is the sign I am referring to" she said, holding the picture up for me to take it from her outstretched hand. A spark jumped from her finger to mine as hands met. A thin smile came across her lips, and she raised a single eyebrow. 

The sign in the picture read, "Welcome to the PeopleCo beach house retreat. From this point forward, all rules of the house MUST be followed." 

"Oh, THAT sign!" I said. "Yes, I saw it. Up until I saw that, I didn't realize that this was a company house." 

"So?" I asked. "Doesn't this just refer to not stealing things and making more coffee when you empty the pot?"

"Certainly, he is teasing us Janet" said Marion, turning to look at my still naked companion. "Could it be that Heather hasn't filled him in on the Employee Sharing Program?" 

"I do believe that you may be right there" Janet said thoughtfully. "Heather might have decided to let us introduce that particular aspect to dear Jack here for her.

"And if she has deferred that part to us, then I should think that she wishes him to have every bit of education and benefit available, don't you?" 

A sly grin formed on Marion's lips. "I do believe that you might be right there dear" she said. "All right, Jack. Follow me into the first door on this wall then. Are you coming too?" she asked, while looking at Janet. 

"I believe that this could be quite an enjoyable afternoon" replied Janet. "And, I wouldn't miss it! I think that I could use a refresher course myself, if you don't mind." 

Marion led the way through the curtain that covered the first doorway, the one under a painting of a rolling meadow. As I got closer, I noticed more detail about the painting. In it, the rolling hills continued on for quite a ways, each gaining height until reaching a far-off mountain peak, barely visible in the distance.

After passing through the doorway, we came to a small room containing even more doors. "This is our massage area" said Marion. "Each of the private rooms beyond has a specialized table for the purpose. Just pick any room, undress, and lie on your stomach on the table, someone will be in shortly.". 

"There is a VR headset in there as well" she continued. "If you would be so kind as to put that on, we can get you caught up on how we do things around here." 

I chose the middle door, and then did as Marion had suggested, placing my clothes on the hooks set on the wall. The table was much larger than any massage table I had seen before, and it appeared as if it could be manipulated in any number of different configurations. Putting the VR headset over my eyes and the headphones into my ears, I lay face-down and waited.

"Welcome to PeopleCo, where our people come first!" a woman's voice said seductively into my ear. I could suddenly see the interior of a white room, with a high stool at its center. Janet walked across the room in an extremely short dress, seating herself in the bar stool. 

The picture was so realistic that I had to make myself remember it was actually virtual reality, I felt as if I could reach out and touch her. I even attempted to look up that short skirt, for all the good that did me.

"As a significant other of a PeopleCo employee, you are about to be introduced to the company Employee Sharing Plan, or ESP" the virtual Janet went on. "My name is Janet, and I am the company administrator for the ESP plan. 

"Five years ago, our company leaders instituted this plan as a way of retaining and rewarding our best employees. The concept is quite simple, and it affects people at every level of the company." 

At just this time, I began to feel two hands massaging my feet and legs, rubbing and pressing at various points along them. I could tell that some type of oil was being used as well, as the unknown hands were gliding effortlessly over my body. I wondered idly whether my attendant was a man or a woman. 

"ESP mainly uses the reduction of sexual tensions to improve overall work efficiency" Janet's voice went on. "Employees are divided up into four groups, employee, supervisor, manager, and director. Any individual in any of these divisions is allowed, even encouraged, to have sexual contact with others in the same group while at work."

"What?" I thought to myself, shaking my head to make sure I was hearing correctly. The hands continued to rub, and I suddenly noticed that the bottom half of the table seemed to be coming apart, as my legs were now spread apart. My unseen masseuse continued on past the tops of my legs, grasping and oiling the cheeks of my butt. I listened on, closely watching the virtual Janet, wondering where this was going to lead.

"In addition to the sharing of one's time and assets with other employees at their own level," continued Janet, "each level is allowed to offer themselves to their direct superiors. For their part, each level is allowed to request, but not demand, the services of their direct reports." 

As I lay there trying to absorb what I was hearing, the well-oiled hands finished my hips and butt muscles, continuing on to the cleft between my cheeks. This was spread out, and a hand softly grasped my penis, and then began to slowly massage its growing length, out to the tip, then back down to my balls. This path was repeated several times, and it did not take long for me to become hard with all of this attention. Once again I wondered about the gender of my attendant, but for now it felt so good that I put the thought out of my mind.

"This means that any employee can enjoy themselves with any other employee, and with any supervisor, a supervisor any other supervisor and any manager, and so on, up through the director level" the VR Janet said.

After working on my erect prick for a minute or two, the rubbing moved on up my body. The legs of the bed returned to their original position, and I felt my companion climb up, and then straddle my legs on either side with their own.

Continuing up to my lower back and down into my butt muscles, I could now feel pendulous breasts stroking up and down the backs of my legs as she (I could now tell that it was a woman, and in fact a naked woman) moved her hands along the lines of my muscles, working the fragrant oil into my skin.

"Although there is no company policy that requires that these activities be held privately, special rooms are available by reservation in each office area. Exhibitions of this policy can regularly be found in many public areas as well, however."

The entire body massage, along with the repeated brushing contact from the tips of the nipples of her low-hanging breasts, had me so relaxed that I was concentrating much less on the virtual presentation than on what was going on in the real world. The hands finished up on my upper back. My companion climbed down off of the table and I was urged to turn over, which I did.

"There are some activities that are forbidden under this policy. You should read the company literature in order to get a complete list, but I will give you some examples at this time."

Once I was lying on my back, the massage began again, first with my feet and calves, then moving up my legs gradually climbing towards my still hard prick.

The VR picture changed, and I saw Janet, naked and on her hands and knees in the middle of an office hallway, complete with office workers busily going back and forth on their daily rounds. 

To one side of the busy hallway, a man had his pants unzipped and his cock out. He was holding onto the back of Janet's head, pushing it into his crotch while he pumped his cock down her throat. A woman walked down the hall from behind the camera. She lifted Janet's skirt, exposing her naked pussy, and then began pushing first her fingers, then her entire hand into Janet's gaping cunt. 

"Public activity such as this is allowed, as long as both participants have consented to it. No employee may force another to perform any act in public that would degrade the other employee." The second woman continued pumping her right fist in and out of Janet's now dripping hole, using the fingers of her left hand to pinch and rub Janet's clit at the same time. 

"If the subject in this example felt that the second, unplanned activity was unwelcome, she has the option to stop it at any time." In the video, Janet shuddered strongly from the hand pumping in and out of her cunt, just as the first man spray the back of her throat with his cum.

The rubbing hands once again reached my prick, and continued to rub yet more of the oil all over it, and around its base. I even felt one of the well-oiled hands begin to probe my asshole, first with one finger, then two. After another minute of this combined activity, the hands went away, and I could feel my mystery person climbing up on the table once again.

A new VR picture was displayed. In this one, Janet was completely naked, lying on her back across a desk in a private office. Her legs were being held high in the air while a man in a suit and tie slammed the length of his cock into her grasping cunt. I could see the lips of her pussy being sucked into, then pulled back out of her hole, while her large breasts flopped up and hit her on the chin each time he pushed forward. 

On the desk, right next to Janet's bouncing stomach was a picture that appeared to be of the man's smiling wife and kids. As both participants were crying out quite loudly and repeatedly, both he and Janet seemed to be enjoying their afternoon fuck session immensely. 

"It is possible that this activity may not be allowed " Janet's VR voice explained. "Why? Because the man is a manager, the woman a supervisor." "If he had not been given permission by the supervisor to initiate this contact, he would be in violation. If, however, she had come in and demanded to be serviced, her manager would have been obligated to satisfy her." 

As she appeared to climax, Janet raised her hips, then reached down and grabbed the man's ass, pulling him deep inside of her sopping cunt. He grunted one last time, then I could clearly see his semen oozing out around the edges of her cunt and down between the cheeks of her ass.

I could feel my invisible masseuse raise herself above my waist. She once again grabbed my prick, holding it straight up in the air. 

Suddenly, I could feel the walls of this invisible stranger's cunt all around my prick as she dropped down onto it, her knees bent at my waist, her lower legs straddling my thighs. She rose and fell a few times, then, while rocking forward and backward at the same time, she continued on, massaging my stomach and lower chest.

The scene switched once again to an elevator. On each side of Janet stood a man and a woman, behind her another man. The man behind her reached up under her shirt and began massaging her large breasts underneath her shirt, causing her nipples to visibly swell and harden. 

"The contact in this instance is forbidden" Janet's voice said "because the employee is in the presence of two customer representatives. When with customers, only they are allowed sexual contact with a PeopleCo employee." 

The scene switched once again, beginning with a tight zoom-in of the female customer's hairy snatch. As the camera pulled out, I could see that Janet was expertly using her tongue in order to make certain that the customer "came first". As she busily munched away on the woman's crotch, the male customer lifted Janet's skirt up around her waist. First fingering her cunt to make sure that she was wet, he quickly replaced his fingers with his cock. Janet did not miss a single lap of the pussy before her as he began to pump in and out of her cunt, although she did raise her ass higher into the air in order to make the target easier for him to reach.

My companion continued her massage up my chest, while at the same time continuing her rocking motion back and forth on my cock. Just as she reached the tops of my shoulders and the end of the massage, she stiffened for about 20 seconds, letting out a small cry. 

She climbed off of the table, and I could hear her quickly walk out of the room. I was so caught up in the action taking place on the VR goggles that I didn't even think about taking them off before she could slip out of the door.

The three partners in my video came quite loudly and in quick succession, first the woman customer, then the man, and finally Janet, all three collapsing upon each other. Having finished, the man pulled his shrinking cock out of Janet, then held out his hand to help her and his still shuddering associate to their feet. Hands were shaken all around, and then Janet led them back down towards the elevator, a trail of cum beginning to leak down her leg. 

"In the near future, you will be receiving some intense one-on-one training on how the ESP affects you personally. In the mean time, please be open to any experiences that you may have while here at the beach house."

I felt very well rested but a bit wobbly from both my physical and virtual experience, as I removed the goggles and carefully climbed down from the table. Crossing over to where I had left my clothes, I found only a card that read "As you exit this room, please continue down the hall to the doorway on your left." 

Looking around the room, I found no trace of anything at all to wear, least of all the clothing that I had come in with. I finally resigned myself to walking around as I was, so I did as the card suggested and walked out of the room and down the hall. 

Above the last doorway was a copy of the second painting, the one of a tropical jungle. In the painting, it was easy to visualize the steam rising off of the jungle floor. Glowing eyes could be seen in the shadows to each side of a path leading into the dense underbrush.

I walked through the doorway, and the temperature seemed to rise at least forty degrees. The room was dim, but it appeared to be a sauna, with steam rising out of each side, and long, wide benches all around. I stopped in the doorway; I could see that someone else was in the room with me. 




The Beach House Ch. 02



Like me, she was naked. She was leaning over one of the benches, adjusting something in the heat/steam supply. Long, dark, luxurious hair cascaded around her shoulders. The first thing that I noticed about her was a tattoo of a fleeing rabbit on one cheek of her ass. The rabbit appeared to be in full flight, jumping at top speed for its rabbit hole, which, if I was seeing things correctly, was represented by a tattoo that circled her puckered asshole. On the opposite cheek as the rabbit, I could see yet another tattoo of a large cat hiding in a leafy tangle, its eyes gleaming, and its claws razor sharp. It would appear that the rabbit was not going to reach the safety of its den.

The woman stood up, still facing in the opposite direction, and I was at last able to see what the rabbit was running from. Diving out of the sky and across her shoulder blade was an eagle, jaws open and wicked talons outstretched. There were many more details; in fact the woman's entire back was a canvas upon which this fatal story was being played out. 

I edged closer and closer as my eyes swept over the whole picture before me, but they stopped again on the screaming eagle. I stood two feet behind her, staring at that eagle, when the woman turned suddenly around.

Instead of being two feet away from the eagle, I was now less than two feet away from her naked breasts. They were not large, but they were not tiny either, and each ended in nipples that jutted out at least an inch. Around one of her breasts was another tattoo; it appeared to be of a snake's tail. The body of the snake continued on under the first breast and over to the second, then coiled down across her stomach. I stood transfixed, when suddenly I realized that I had been intently staring at someone's naked tits, and I didn't even know who they belonged to yet.

Raising my eyes to the woman's face, I recognized it as one that I knew, although I was very surprised once I recognized her. This was Marion, but she now looked absolutely nothing like any librarian I had ever met. 

Her hair had been let down from its tight bun, she definitely was not wearing that severe suit any more, and I saw no trace of the horn-rimmed glasses. She watched me carefully, a half-smile on her face. 

"I do hope that you're enjoying the view" she purred. "It took quite a lot of time to get applied, and I like it so very much when people take the time to fully appreciate it". 

I blinked, finally breaking the spell that I had been under. "Ubh, guh." I said.

Laughter came from across the room behind me. "I told you that he appreciates fine art" said a voice. "And I've found that a really nice set of tits really seems to capture his attention, too".

I turned around, and I finally noticed Janet, lying on her back on one of the wide benches, one knee raised, legs bent far enough apart so that I could easily see her shaved pussy lips. 

"So, Jack" she went on, "how did you like my little video?" I stood transfixed by these two beautiful, naked, and I suddenly realized, wet and sweaty women that I was in a sauna alone with. 

"It was certainly interesting" I replied. "We may need to discuss some of the details later".

"Oh, I'm counting on that" she said with a slow smile.

I turned my attention back to Marion, who by now had lain down on her back on her bench, her pert breasts pointing up to the ceiling. Her eyes met mine as I looked into her face, then I let my eyes wander down her body again from there. I wanted to examine the intricate snake more closely, but as my eyes continued down past her breasts and onto her midriff, I realized that it was not a snake after all; it was a dragon's tail. The body spread out across her stomach, with wings and clawed feet visible. Finally there was a long neck that stretched down onto one of her legs, then curled back in a fanged head that ended right where her legs and body met.

I wondered how much detail there was to this dragon, but could not quite figure out how one would ask such a question. Marion saved me the trouble. 

"Come here, little rabbit" she said quietly. I immediately thought of the frightened rabbit I had seen on her back. "Come over and look straight into the jaws of my dragon".

I walked over to her as if I were in a trance, kneeling at her feet when I reached the bench. She let her legs drop over either side of the bench so that the lips of her sex opened up, just like the mouth of the dragon that was tattooed across her body. She had lain so that her gaping cunt was perfectly highlighted by a small spotlight in the ceiling, and I brought my face up to within inches of it.

Her labia were the largest I had ever seen on any woman, completing the image of a dragon's jaws, as if that was what they really were. I reached up, and after stroking one of her lips between two fingers, I tugged it out as far as it would stretch. Tattooed on both the inside and outside of her lip were the teeth of the dragon. Holding the first aside, I repeated the process on the other side with my other hand, finding the same result. The effect was startling, her "dragon" was now in a full, toothy snarl, and it seemed as if I were looking straight down its throat at my doom. 

Her clit was over an inch long, and it looked almost like the tongue of the fanciful beast that covered so much of her skin. As if in a dream, I suddenly realized that I was kneeling in front of this dragon woman, holding onto her fully extended lips like they were the handlebars of a bike, and looking into the depths of her hole. With her lips pulled aside, I could smell her as well. She had a deep but pleasant smell, and I suddenly had the urge to find out what she tasted like.

Moving in even closer, I ran my tongue the full length of her slit, finishing at the top with a quick flip of my tongue across her engorged clit. She sighed when I did this, and reaching her hand down, grabbed a handful of my hair, using that as a rope to pull my face in ever closer into her. Taking this as either an invitation or an order, I dove into her with gusto, pulling, twisting, licking, and sucking at her lips and her clit, forcing my tongue far into her depths, then coming back up to suck and bite on her extended clit. 

She reached down with her other hand and took more of my hair, gasping in passion as she made certain that my face did not leave her until she was absolutely ready for it to do so. After several minutes of this, my jaws began to tire, but she still held on tight to my head. She finally thrust her hips up into the air, gushing huge amounts of her liquid into my face as she did so. Her hips convulsed two more times before her fingers eased their grip on my hair, and she lay back down flat on her bench, covered in so much sweat that she might have just come out of a shower.

Inspiration struck me, and I decided that since I was to be her "little rabbit", I would use her rabbit hole for my own relief. My cock was a steel bar in front of me, and between the massage oil and the sauna sweat covering both of us, we were most certainly well enough lubricated. 

I reached my hands down to her breasts, mixing the oils and sweat together around on their slick surfaces and pinching her nipples hard between my fingers. I continued alternately massaging, squeezing, and pinching her well-oiled breasts. I straddled her bench and allowed my cock to slide up and down her inviting crack, eliciting moans of delight. Then, hooking her knees around my elbows, I pulled back my hips, aimed at the rabbit-hole tattoo, and plunged quickly and easily into her tight but oiled asshole. 

Her dreamy eyes shot open wide when I did that, she had not foreseen my move. At first she bucked around underneath me, trying to shake me off, but as I steadily stroked in and out of her tight opening, she gradually began to accept my entry, even lifting up to meet each of my thrusts. She narrowed her eyes again, clenching her teeth together, and then she growled, twisting her head and snapping upwards as if to try to bite me. 

Because I had the bottom half of her body impaled, and my hands were holding down her sweaty chest, she could not quite reach me, and I began to push harder and faster into her well-oiled ass. I let go of one breast, and with my free hand, I reached down between her legs and pushed my thumb into her dripping snatch, pushing my thumb in and out and holding her in place while I also rubbed her clit with my fingers. 

Her eyes rolled back into their sockets, and she began keening in a high voice. I continued thrusting deeply into her, and when I finally felt pressure build up in my balls, I pressed my cock inside her as deep as it would reach, releasing my milky load into her bowels.

We both collapsed after that, spent, together as one onto the bench, her hot sweaty body beneath me, her long legs high in the air around me, her long hard nipples pushing into my chest. I heard clapping from the other side of the sauna. 

When Marion and I turned our heads together to look, we could see Janet walking towards us, smiling and clapping as she advanced. "Bravo, good Jack, and well done" she said. "Not many have dared to tame this dragon as you have; I applaud you for your cunning and your prowess." 

Marion and I looked into each other's faces, and a wide smile came across her face. "I think that you might have better uses to me than all of those boys who call me Mistress" she whispered. "You have indeed captured me in your marvelous charms, and now I may just have to consider thinking of you as a Master." 

We lay together, panting and slick with sweat, until Janet came over and kneeled beside us. "It's time to move on to the next room" she said softly, and taking each of our hands in hers, she helped us to disengage from each other. We then all turned, and walked together toward yet another doorway set in yet another wall.

The theme of this door's painting was waterfalls. As before, I could see additional details in the painting as I approached it, but these were not as clear as the details I had seen before. It seemed that I could see glimpses of something hiding just behind the cataract, and I wondered to myself what the symbols might represent. The rolling plains had been my massage; the jungle was the sauna that we were now leaving. What might be found in a waterfall?

The answer came more quickly than I had expected - nymphs. We walked into a dimly lit room where it seemed to be raining from the ceiling. Unlike normal rain though, the water was quite warm as it fell gently upon our naked bodies. From entrances to the side emerged two young women (barely looking 18, they were almost still girls) and a young man. Each was just as naked as we three. All were very fine examples of their gender, with well-toned, perfect bodies. 

The girls had young, well-shaped breasts and neatly trimmed pubic hair. The man was obviously well muscled, including his penis, which I estimated was hanging down his leg at least ten inches without even being hard. The two lovely girls stopped in front of Janet and me, the young man before Marion. 

The girl who had stopped before me reached out, taking both of my hands in hers and leading me off to a metal stool that rose out of the floor as we approached. The warm, soft rain continued to fall from the ceiling as I settled myself on the stool. The girl squatted down in front of me, reaching into her pail and coming out with a green bottle. This she turned over, squeezing a large measure onto the palm of her hand. I had decided that this was to be a sort of public bath in order to get the massage oils and sauna sweat off of our bodies, and I expected that she would begin rubbing her soap-covered hands all over my body. What she did was even more erotic than that however. 

Instead of applying the soap to my body, she place generous amounts on the front of her own luscious body, creating a thick lather that covered her breasts and stomach. Then, stepping around behind me, she began to rub herself up, down, and around on my back. I groaned audibly as her young breasts seemed to dig furrows along my skin. She continued the "scrubbing" of my back for some time, paying particular attention to my muscular butt, coming back around in front of me to get more soap whenever her body ran out of suds. 

Each time that she did this, I couldn't help but admire just how young and firm her flesh was, and each time I anticipated having that body rubbing against me once more. With the warm rain that was falling down from the ceiling, the soap got washed away from my body fairly quickly once she had done any one area.

After finishing my back and butt, she generously applied the soap to her thighs with extra suds on her close-trimmed pubic area. Once again walking behind me, she lifted one of my legs backwards, rubbing its entire length with her crotch and strong thighs. Each time she would reach the heel of my foot, she would press down harder with her body, embedding it within her folds. Moving to my other leg, she repeated his same process, once again ensuring that my heel got pressed well into her.

As I looked around the room, I could see Janet and Marion receiving similar treatment from their attendants. Marion's young man had lowered her stool into the floor, and was in the process of washing her face using nothing more than his enormous stiff tool as a washcloth. Janet's girl was also concentrating on her face, although in her case she had laid Janet on her back, and was applying soap by repeatedly rubbing her soapy cunt and well-rounded ass back and forth across Janet's face and neck.

Having finished my back, my girl applied soap once again to her generous breasts. She then stepped forward and began washing my face and neck with them, making certain that she touched every point of my face with one nipple or the other. Stepping back to apply more soap to the entire front of her body, she once again returned, rubbing her entire length of all over my chest, stomach, and upper arms. Her hard nipples once again could be easily felt as they traveled across the front of my body. Applying soap to her pussy and ass and facing away from me, she began riding up and down my leg, making certain that each of my toes went inside of her slick cunt and flicked across her clit on its way back out of that deep wet tunnel.

At last, she came to my lower arms and hands. Turning back around, she rode my arms like they were poles, the lips of her sex sliding on either side of my arms as she traveled their length. I couldn't help myself whenever she reached my hand, using my fingers to manipulate her cunt each time it came near. Turning her back to me once again, she soaped up her pubic area one final time, then lowered her hot box fully onto my rock-hard cock, bouncing up and down over and over again for almost five minutes, until I felt her muscles clench tightly around my prick. She shuddered twice, then rising quickly from my lap, gathered her supplies and walked out of the shower area. It was only then that I realized, not once did I hear her make any noise.

Looking around, I could see that Janet and Marion had each finished their baths, and that their attendants had left just as quickly as mine. "That's the second time someone has used me like that today, without even asking" I remarked to the room in general. Not that I was complaining...

"That's one of those rules we were talking about earlier Jack" said Marion. "Anyone can use anyone else here, in any way, at any time, and anywhere. They don't have to ask." 

I looked at her in amazement. "I thought that was why you took me like you did" She said, looking thoughtfully. "So, when you did that to me, you didn't know that I had to let you do it, no matter what? I really DO have to call you Master now, don't I?"

As Marion turned and began to walk back the way we had come, I looked at Janet, hoping for more information. "Marion thought that you were just taking advantage of the rules" she said. "Now she knows that you went ahead and forced her like that, even though you believed that there might be a problem once you were done. She has much more respect for you, and quite frankly, so do I." 

She looked into my eyes, then gave me another of those long, slow kisses, pulling me into her very shapely body while she did so. "Come along, Jack, it's time for you to rejoin your lovely girl and prepare for dinner at the main lodge."

We walked through yet another doorway, stopping in a room that had a constant warm, dry breeze blowing through it. I quickly figured out that this room was simply a giant blow-dryer, getting rid of the last of the shower water. 

While we waited to fully dry off, I turned once again to Janet and asked, "The video said that you are the ESP administrator. What exactly does that entail?"

"As the administrator, I test out each employee, from supervisor level on up, for their talents" she replied, smiling warmly. "I also like to personally test out as many of their significant others as I can. I took particular interest in your interview."

"So what went on during the wedding a few weeks ago..." I began. 

"That was your audition" she finished my thought for me. "But you did quite well, with high scores in all categories." 

I finally heard what she had said a moment before. "You test everybody out for this?" I asked. "Just how many people is that?"

We walked out of the drying room and towards a door that led to the same courtyard that we walked through before entering the spa. I spotted my clothes near the door outside, all cleaned and neatly pressed. On top of my clothes was a note from Heather, a room key, and a map to the room that we would be staying in. Placing these aside, I picked up my pants and began to put them on.

As Janet and I got dressed, she appeared to be doing the math in her head. "Well, we have almost two hundred people at supervisor level or above, and I try to get with at least half of their "others", and of course there are the customers and the vendors, and the building management always seems to want something from me... I guess that would come to somewhere between five and six hundred." I looked at her with awe, as she continued. 

As she turned and walked out into the courtyard, she said one last thing over her shoulder. "That's just assuming that I'm only with each of them once though..." 



The Beach House Ch. 02



Chapter Two -- The Exhibitionist 

The next morning they both were up early and went out for a long walk along the beach. It was their time to stretch the legs, enjoy the sunrise, and talk about their lives' in general. Three hours later they were back at the rental, well before they needed to concern themselves with any suntan lotion. This would be their first full day at the beach and they were well on their way to enjoying every waking minute.

Later that morning, after they had spent the early hours on the beach, it was time for a nourishing breakfast. Dan cooked the eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee; letting Dee relax after setting the table. At the beach, the kitchen was Dan's domain.

After breakfast, Dan went off to listen to music and read, while Dee decided to write a few letters. She knew that letter writing was a dying art in this electronic age. Not able to find time during her fifty busy weeks at home, letter writing helped her to relax. She let the family know how much they were enjoying their vacation with words. This was also her private time. Their marriage was successful because they knew when they needed to be a couple and when they needed time away from each other.

The day moved quickly from morning, to noon, into the afternoon. They did not break for lunch, instead nibbled from the refrigerator. Dan woke from a short nap as he heard Dee scurrying around the kitchen. She was in the process of preparing a plate of fruit, crackers, and cheese when she looked over to her husband stirring in the chair.

"Would you like a plate of fruit?" She spoke softly.

Eyes not quite fully open, he looked in the direction of his wife, took a second to comprehend her question, and answered, "Yes that would be nice.

Moving his legs and sitting up slowly stirred the blood and helped him to bring his body back to life. This provided Dee enough time to prepare a second plate and move to the table.

"Come on, it's ready to eat." She said as she pulled out the chair and sat down.

Slowly at first and then with a jerking motion Dan moved out of his comfortable chair and onto his feet. By the time he walked to the table, he was fully awake and hungry. He looked down on the food before he commented, "Looks very appetizing, but it is missing just one item."

"Oh yeah, and what would that be?"

"Wine! Would you like a glass with me?"

Dee thought that it was a bit early for alcohol, but remembered that she was on vacation and thought to herself, why not?

"Yes, I think I'll join you with a glass. How about that red wine we opened last night, if you don't mind?"

"Exactly what I was planning to pour for myself." Dan answered as he made his way into the kitchen to find two glasses.

Walking faster now, with a glass now in each hand, Dan moved to join her at the table.

There was something special about fruit, cheese, and crackers at the beach for the two of them. Maybe it was a reminder of their earlier lives when they had time to take a small basket of food and a bottle of wine to the park. Dan smiled as he placed her glass down on the table.

The sweetness of the fruit and the tartness of the cheese enhanced the wine; it did not take long for either to finish their glasses. Dan got up, went over and this time came back with the bottle, he knew they would be enjoying the wine, more than the food, as he changed the conversation.

"Did you enjoy our love play last night on the deck?" He wanted to make sure she enjoyed their session as much as he did.

"Yes. I enjoyed the spontaneity and energy. You were quite the animal outside." She teased him.

"And if anyone had seen us?"

"Then they would have gotten a very erotic show."

"What was going through you mind as I was stripping you?"

"I felt that you were forcing me to be naked and that excited me. What did you enjoy most about making love outside?" She also needed to understand what he was thinking.

"It excited me to expose you outside. I didn't realize how exciting it could be until I started to pull your clothing away from you body, leaving you naked." He did not share the fact that an audience didn't hurt either. "I fantasized that I was in the dunes, sneaking a peek at you being stripped on the deck. I wondered what you must have looked like from the dunes." He was clearly wondering what it was like for his voyeur. 

"Mmmmmm, so you would you like to watch me?" 

"Yes. I wouldn't mind seeing you naked on the deck."

"Well maybe your fantasy might come true."

Dan didn't answer. He just smiled, picked up his glass of wine and the look in his eyes told her that he would definitely enjoy her putting on a show.

"We'll just have to see what this wine might let me do."

They finished their meals. Dan made sure her glass remained full, hoping that the alcohol could be his friend today.

Dee pushed her chair away from the table and stood up. "My kidneys are going to burst if I don't take care of them." She moved away from the table and made her way to the bedroom. "I'll be back shortly. Don't go away." She teased.

Dan watched as she made her way down the hallway. There was a little sway to her step and he knew the wine was working. He leaned back in his chair after picking up his glass. Closed his eyes and smiled, hoping that what he was thinking would come true.

Dan was still deep in thought, staring out the window when he heard the sound of tapping heels against the hard floor. He turned to find a half naked wife walking towards him like a high fashion model. She was dressed in four inch black heels, wearing a red teddy that ran high over her hips with a wisp of cloth running between her legs. She smiled as she saw his eyes brighten; knowing well that this pleased him.

Dee moved in heels slowly, letting a smile grow across her face. "It's time for your fantasy. Are you ready for me?" She teased." You better get your ass out into those dunes if you don't want to miss the show."

Getting out of his chair quickly, he didn't need to be told twice. He picked up his hat and sunglasses from the kitchen nook and started for the door, and suddenly stopped, "I need to get one more item." He turned and made his way back to their bedroom. A few seconds later he came back holding a digital camera. "Would you like a few pictures to remember this?"

Dee smiled, "Why not. I wouldn't mind seeing what I look like naked from the dunes."

Dan ran out of the beach house, down the stairs, out to the walkway that would take him to the beach. Just before the last dune he turned to his right and made his way into the dunes. His steps were a bit harder to negotiate, given the soft sand, but he was on a mission and nothing was going to get in his way.

Dan was now far enough away from the walkway and directly behind his house. He looked up to see one of the sliding glass doors open with his half naked wife standing in the doorway. He waved to her and she waved back. Dan found a spot that allowed him to sit down in the sand that provided an unconstructive view of their deck. He was pleased when he realized that this deck was constructed differently from most. The fencing consisted of large pains of Plexiglas, not the normal wooden fencing, allowing a clear view of the entire deck.

She raised her arms and rested them against the frame of the door, wiggled her ass while she looked out over the dunes to make sure he was the only one in her audience.  It's time for your fantasy Dan, she thought as she seductively looked out towards her voyeur.

Dan pulled the camera out of his pocket, turned it on as he pointed in the direction of his wife. He fired off two shots of her ass as she turned to disappear into the house. He wondered where she had gone, when the sound of loud music came rushing out the door. He knew she liked to dance and had a pretty good idea what would happen next.

Dee reappeared at the door and started to dance. The heels made her long athletic legs look that much longer. The height of the heels forced her to move in a most erotic way. She could feel her sexual energy rise as she closed her eyes and moved.

Dan had a hard time taking pictures when he just wanted to watch his sexy wife move by the door. He knew he would enjoy the shots later; he forced himself to concentrate on the taking pictures as he slid behind the camera.

Dee was really getting into her show, using the door frame like a pole, she danced to the music. She could feel the teddy starting to fall from her shoulder and knew this would be exactly what he would want to see. Her movements were made to help the material slide off her shoulders and down her body to expose more of her body.

He noticed the teddy starting to move down her body while he kept himself firmly planted behind the camera, taking as many shots as the digital would allow. He also felt the excitement of what his wife was showing, as his shorts tried to contain his growing erection.

Dee opened her eyes as she turned to look at her voyeur. Seeing that he was slightly hidden behind the camera she stepped out onto the deck. Locking her eyes on him as she moved, Dee reached up and pulled the teddy down to her hips to expose her breasts. Out they came, each supporting an erect nipple that clearly showed in the sunlight. She let the teddy fall down to her hips as she approached the railing. Now standing completely outside, for anyone to see, she wiggled her ass, letting the material slide down her legs as she stood holding onto the railing.

Dan did not miss this opportunity; he forced the camera to take pictures as fast as it could, while the material floated down her legs to expose the racing stripe of hair now visible just above her pussy.

She wiggled her ass again, lifted one foot up to allow the material to fall off her leg, and then the other. She now stood completely naked on the deck wearing only heels. She enjoyed feeling the hot sun upon her skin as a warm flow of air passed between her legs. He was enjoying her public nakedness.

Dan was having a problem now, her exhibition was having the desired effect on him and he needed to free his problem from his pants. Sitting up slightly, he was able to unzip his shorts and release his problem. Now in hand, he stroked his penis, as the other hand managed the camera.

Dee did not miss the action visible in the dunes. She smiled to herself, moved one hand down between her legs, and started to massage herself, while she watch him masturbating in the dunes. Dee turned her back to him, walked towards the door, stopped, spread her legs, and bent over as she glided one hand down between her legs. She raised the hand and placed it on her ass, letting her fingers race down her ass, between her legs, and up over her pussy.

Dan caught her hand movements and used the camera to record more of her show as the lens zoomed onto her ass, catching her hand running between her legs. 

When her fingers touched her clit, she felt her body tingle and wiggled her ass in appreciation. She started to move her hand firmly between her legs as she enjoyed the pleasure it was providing her body.

Dan would see her wiggle every once in awhile; he knew she was getting excited. This only forced him to grab his own member and stroke a bit harder. He was having a difficult time trying to please himself while continuing to take pictures.

Dee rose slightly, turned her head in his direction, saw him feverishly moving his one hand. She asked herself,  how can I get him to cum? . The HOW suddenly popped into her head and she rose all the way up and seductively walked back to the window. Turning to face him she leaned back against the glass, spread her legs, and move her hand back between her legs. Now he would be able to see how excited she was, as she closed her eyes and masturbated for his camera.

Dan was having trouble again. He expected a show from her, but masturbating outside was not what he thought she would be doing. He didn't mind that she surprised him with this move, but now he wanted to cum. He also wanted to take pictures. Doing both took an inordinate amount of dexterity. Finally, Dan closed his eyes and let his own orgasm cum. His hand gripped his penis hard and the white fluid shot from his body; he came.

Dee had opened her eyes as she watched her husband's jerking body in the dunes. Seeing that the camera had fallen from his eyes, she knew that he had just cum on the beach. This pleased her that she could excite her man from this distance, this only added to her own excitement and approaching orgasm. She looked in his direction, letting the hot sun spotlight her naked body, as her own orgasm took control. Her whole body shook, making it hard to stand by the window. Like a trooper, she was able to finish, standing, in heels. But she almost had to crawl to get inside the house after that session.

***** ***** ***** *****

In the dunes hidden from both of their view was the voyeur from last night. After getting the show of his life the evening before, he was making a point to keep a close eye on this house. His diligence had just paid off; he was witnessing another erotic session between the two of them, this time she was naked in daylight and her significant other was off to his right taking pictures of her from the dunes. 

The voyeur was paying close attention to all the details. He noted that the man was wearing black shorts, a yellow t-shirt, and a green safari hat. The fact that he was taking pictures of her in daylight made it more exciting. They were exhibitionists and he was going to make sure he had a front row seat as long as he was able. He enjoyed the show that she had put on yesterday and today. He had wondered if she would do it again, and he was not disappointed. Watching a beautiful woman bring herself to orgasm outside was about the most erotic thing he had ever watched. He had wanted to fix his own growing problem, but decided against it so as not to give his position away. 

When she went inside, he figured that the show was over and that the other man would return to the house shortly. He sat quietly, not moving, while he let his mind work on a few ideas. He wondered if he might be able to spark a new show from her. He was slowly coming up with a plan. He would need to work out the details once he got back to his beach house. Given how good she looked naked, it would be worth the effort.



The Beach House Ch. 02



 This is Part TWO of the Beach House story -- The first part was written back in 2010 but I had a request for more, so here's a little more. 

Thanks for the feedback!

*****

I peeled off the ruin of my wet dress, tossing it on the bathroom floor in disgust. I glared at myself in the mirror. Water and wind had created a mess of my sable brown hair and the tangles spilled down past my shoulders in a jangle of waves. Lipstick was smeared across my mouth from the kiss. My full lips were plump and bruised from where the young man had claimed them. Tears left my eyes red and puffy and my ribs felt sore from my heart trying to break from its cage. 

What was I doing? 

My body thrummed with residual passion, my nipples felt tight and my sex swollen and slick. I throbbed inside and out from the three pump wonder. His cum and seawater trickled down my thighs. 

I felt like a big, dirty cheater.

Why? 

We, my lover and I, never made any commitments. The exotic man did not wait for me. I wasn't obligated to be faithful. Neither was he of course but I had to adjust to the face the fantasy was over. I wouldn't see him again.

Him. The man who enchanted me, then filled my dreams with faded echoes of the most erotic days of my life. I refused to even think his name! 

It wasn't worth chasing after any other men when they couldn't finish the job. Andrew proved a perfect example. The young man was a distraction but not a satisfaction. He only made the itching need more acute. He underscored how much I longed for my missing lover.

I turned on the shower and slid my hands to my breasts, feeling where young Andrew's teeth pressed into my skin. It felt deliciously bruised and sent an ache mixing with the pleasure as I pinched the nipple. My pussy squeezed, and more of his cum trickled down my thigh. Thank God I was on the pill! Bad enough that I had been stupid enough to let him just fuck me raw like that. Desperate. That's what I had become.

I thought about my fantasy-lover and shivered, remembering how he slowly caressed his tongue down between my breasts before sliding his long, curved cock along the valley of plush tits. One of his strong hands cupped my cheek while I pressed my breasts together creating a cleft for his manhood to slip between. I loved how swollen and arched his cock was, the head larger than the base and while not thick, he was so long and angled, it hit the perfect spot inside me as though he were crafted for me. 

'Your skin is softer than anything I have ever felt my Pearl.' He rumbled, his voice vibrating up my sternum and into my heart as he fucked my tits. His thumb brushed along my jaw and the corner of my mouth as his lilac eyes burned into mine, devouring me in that gaze. 'I love your perfect flesh, and the pretty freckles here...' He bowed forward the kiss caressing warmly over the tops of my shoulders and up my neck, gracefully bowing his lithe body, ab muscles flexing as he curved down to me. 'Everything about you is perfect, like your tight, rosy nipples.' His tongue coiled out, licking the bud of my nipple slow and gentle. He never moved his gaze from mine, smiling in delight as I shuddered in pleasure. 'I'm going to fuck you until you can think of nothing and no one but me. I will consume you as you have consumed me.'

And he did. First, he finished fucking my tits, sweetly telling me how much he liked them and me while his voice grew strained with each stroke. Faster he moved, his handsome body flexing and rising over me where he straddled my breasts. Candlelight flickered off his bronzed body, his golden hair falling down his shoulders and back like a savage, untamed beast. The golden curls of hair on his chest made him glint and gleam in the twinkling light. 

He growled out my name over and over as his strong hips pumped and shoved his cock between my breasts. Each time he pushed forward, I got to lap the slit of his cock. The sugar-heat coated my tongue and his eyes rolled back in absolute pleasure, his thumb grasping my lower lip to pinch and he snarled dark and dirty oaths! 'That's right my little Pearl, you like to suck the cum from my dick don't you? Hungry my slutty darling? Let me hear how hungry.' He squeezed my lower lip until I cried out and begged him. 'How much do you want it Pearl?' He urged me, eyes burning into mine, fierce in the light of the candles. I whimpered that I'd die without it. I would do anything for his cum on my tongue. 

'Hold out your tongue then sweet Pearl. Aaughh. You're so beautiful my treasure. Wider. I have so much to feed you!' His voice broke and I felt his balls tightening with his load of cum. 'Tongue—out—fuck! Fuck! Rose! My Pearl. My Rose! Mine!' 

His hips flew faster, the wet slap of his body against mine filling the room as he roared out his pleasure. His body arched forward, cockhead swelling as it arched glorious and beautiful and the hot cum sprayed my tongue. The spun-sugar-spunk gushed over my swollen lips and bridge of my nose, my cheeks and forehead. 

Again and again his cum drenched my face and lips, my breasts and nipples. He groaned and at last, eased up to offer his quivering cock to my lips and mouth. He shuddered as he watched me, amazement on his expression as he panted for breath, mesmerized by the way I suckled him clean and dry. He was intoxicating! Not only the way he tasted, burning over my tongue but the sounds he made, as though I were the only one who he'd allow to take such liberties.

As I sucked him, he massaged his cum into my breasts and over my nipples. The caress of his thick fingers along my jaw and cheek tender in contrast to the hard fucking he gave my tits. 

Then, he slid down my body and kissed me warmly, not caring that I was soaked in his cum. Still hard, he slid the curved cock down my soft belly and across the swollen folds of my pussy, rolling the massive head against my too sensitive clit and between my eager lips. Finally, he eased into my sopping wet pussy and fucked me so slowly. There was no rushing no matter how I begged. I was soon shuddering in orgasm after orgasm around him. 

In the present, I stepped into the shower, washing the tears from my face. My pussy lips were swollen and my clit pert and sensitive enough it felt almost painful as I brushed my fingers over my cunny. "Fuck." I moaned and lifted a leg onto the rim of the tub, spreading my thighs wide so the water could rush across my pussy. Thank goodness for the adjustable showerhead. 

I took the handle from its holder, twisting then knob so the jet of water pulsed. Leaning into the cool tiles, I slipped the stream of water between my quivering thighs and cried out in a mixture of shrill pain and pleasure as the warmth lapped against my aching pussy. Hungry tongues lapped and spurted over the lips, clit and deeper inside my pink cunt.

The orgasm thundered over me almost instantly with the memory of the long, slow fucking fresh in my mind. I slumped down the shower and sat in the bottom of the tub, legs trembling and felt a new rush of tears escape me.

This wasn't how I imagined my vacation. I could masturbate like this back in California. 

I soaped and rinsed and soaped again, wanting to wash every last bit of the cum from inside me. Feeling embarrassed and somehow soiled, I washed a third time and rinsed before shutting off the water and climbed out of the shower on rubbery legs. I needed food and several beers. Oar House would be a good stop.

The new sun dress I pulled on was a lilac that reminded me of his eyes. It fell to the middle of my thigh, the neckline scoped low and the fabric had a stretch to it so it clung to my curves. I styled my hair, applied makeup as though I had someone to impress, and slid on the matching heels looking like snakeskin in shades of lilac and silver scale. I liked feeling tall in the six inch heels. I needed every inch I could get, standing barely 5'0, I always felt my height couldn't support all my curves. Big breasts, wide hips, round ass but not much length of legs. 

When I arrived at the Oar House, I felt almost composed and normal. The place instantly reminded me of him and I sighed. There was the familiar jukebox and our favorite tables. One sat up front where we could tease each other while forced to contain ourselves. The other was in the back where less people could notice us. This place held so many memories; it took an effort to push the recollections aside.

Several people working were familiar to me, the bartender, Max and one of the manager, Lilly primarily. Those two had become good friends to me and I regretted not keeping in better touch with them the instant I saw them. Lilly had changed in the past months, she glowed. Her smile looked wider with an authentic joy. As she turned to face me, her eyes went wide.

"Rose! Oh my God! You're back!" She sounded delighted, clasping her hands together, "Just look at you. You want a place at the bar honey? Or would you like a table?" She swept a look over me. I wondered if she could tell how miserable I'd been during my time away. 

"The bar is fine. I'm in desperate need of beer." I told her and she swept in close to escort me to a place. "You look great! What have I missed?"

"I can see you certainly need some alcohol! I've some tables to tend, but I expect you to tell me the whole story. Then I might tell you my news." Her black eyes gleamed with amusement as she patted my arm with her strong, dark fingers. "Max honey, look who returned to us."

"Well, it's about damn time. " Max growled as he poured my beer into a frosty glass without needing to take my order. His grey eyes narrowed at me and he also poured whiskey into a glass and slid both to me. "Damn, it's fine to see you Rosey-Posey. Time for you to give up that life in Cali and stay with us poor Southern folk?" He looked past me, as though he expected a companion to join me and frowned to himself.

"Oh sure, just as soon as someone decides to pay me what I'm worth here. I'll pack it all in." I settled into the stool and saluted him with the shot glass before tapping it into the bar and tossing back the whiskey. The smooth taste of his selection made me smile. "You didn't need to pour me the good stuff." I told him, enjoying the aged McClelland. "Jack Daniels is just fine you know." 

"Like hell Rose. We didn't think you'd be coming back. Half figured you'd finally sell the house and be done with it. It's great to see you." His eyes narrowed and he glanced around the room and then settled back on me. "So, the guy? Where's your guy Diondre." He drawled out the name with all the southern charm he could muster.

There is was. The name I'd been avoiding. I felt the warmth flutter up into my cheeks at the question. "I don't know. Gone." I thought about how much time we spent here enjoying drinks and—making out in dark corners while Max and Lilly pretended not to notice. Or played along. I couldn't hold Max's gaze and sipped the Abita, Turbodog. The taste of the wonderful beer accented how much I'd missed this. 

"Gone." Max echoed. It sounded less like a question than filled with skepticism. He saw my expression and his features sagged. "No shit?" He poured me another whiskey and rubbed his jaw, watching me. "Ugh, you know, you and Dio getting so hot and heavy is what got Lilly and I together. Um—" he lowered his voice, "She's not going to like me telling you her big news but—shit. GodDamn Rose. That boy was hot for you. You were hot for him right?"

I tried not to laugh aloud at his question and shrugged, trying to play it off cool, "We had a summer fling." I explained to him while rolling my shoulders around. It was harder to just brush this off when others witnessed the influence he had over me. "No big deal. If he wanted to be here with me, he would. Right?"

Max watched me toss back the next shot and cleared his throat, "Did you bring him back to Cali with you and he ran off with some Hollywood bimbo?"

"No Max. I'm as far from Hollywood as we are to Atlanta here. Besides, I didn't bring him with me." I pushed the empty shot glass towards him, "Have yourself a drink." I told him. Perhaps coming here was the wrong move. I didn't want to start crying in my beer like some desperate old woman.

Max didn't take the hint, or perhaps he wasn't ready to start drinking for the afternoon. His grey eyes went distant as he shook his head. "So, you didn't take him with you but he didn't come back here after you left. Guess that's what we get for assuming." He glanced towards Lilly and shook his head at me, "Well, that's going to really twist her panties. We were just talking the other day about what sort of wedding you two would be having."

I sputtered into my beer and blinked up at him. Max laughed and flicked napkins at me, his smile very white and broad. 

"We didn't ever even speak the 'L' word." I told him as he used the napkin to dab at the beer that speckled the swells of my ample breasts.

"Just cuz you don't say it, don't mean you're not feeling it. Other people could see it too. God Damn. So, you still talk to that boy? You stayed in touch? Or did you just crush his heart in a vice?"

I blinked a few times feeling heat rush to my cheeks with that uncomfortable mixture of embarrassment and shame. "I tried to call him but the number he gave me was disconnected." I blurted, flustered at this whole idea others saw my summer fling as something much more. "I think you're mistaken about what you saw. If he was so into me, why didn't he call?"

Lilly slid up at my side and placed a plate with the softshell crab po'boy and fried zucchini with a big smile. "So, where's Dio-boy-toy? Parking the car? He better get his tight ass in here so I can share the news with both of you."

"Lil'" Max said and it was the warning in his tone that made Lilly freeze and look at him and then at me as her mouth fell open in a jolt of understanding.

"Oh no." She breathed and motioned for Max to fill the shot glass again for me. "Alright, now you have to tell me everything. C'mon—" She flicked her long fingers. "We're practically sisters seeing that I've seen more of your pussy than any other girl I know—sure, it was a huge turn on at the time, but—well, yeah, you and that boy were hot and heavy. You have some serious explaining to do."

"Me?!" I croaked and frowned but Lilly fixed me with serious black eyes and her full lips pursed as she waited for answers. Being called out on how much and how frequently I flashed her and others made me flush several degrees hotter. I had been brazen and not myself at all.

"We practically had a foursome." Max reminded me as he pushed the glass over closer. "And you kissing Lilly? Well, probably the high point of my life. So far. If you two want to kiss again? I'll be right over here. Just let me get my phone out first. Need a Goddamn picture of that."

Lilly reached over and swatted his arm but then threw her arm around me with a smile. I tapped the shot glass to the bar and threw it back, letting the burn sink into my bones as I leaned into the lovely waitress. I told them what happened. At least I explained how he had not wanted me to leave and that he'd given me contact that didn't pan out and how he never contacted me. I sighed quietly, "So, I'm here on vacation, thinking I might find him." It made my heart twist to speak it aloud but they understood. 

"I notice you've not even said his name once in that little story. 'Mister Mystery man'? Bullshit. You don't have to be ashamed to say you liked Diondre." Lilly said and fanned her face with a hand before winking to Max. "I think even Max had the hots for Dio." 

Max laughed and then hmed softly, "You know who else had the hots for him? Miss Jones. Thea Jones. Remember her Rose? "

I did and the memory was one of the uncomfortable moments between he and I. When Thea had cornered him going into the bathroom and she'd gotten drunken lipstick all over him. All over him. He was furious about it and left the bar without even telling me. Only because Max noticed him leave as I heard Thea crowing about giving a hummer in the mensroom I knew he walked out. I wasn't upset, but he definitely was. I'd never heard of anything like that before. Wasn't that what guys dreamed of? The golden-ticket sneak bj in the bathroom! He claimed he didn't want that and not with that woman who had no right taking what didn't belong to her. After all, he'd been geared up sexually for me, by me and she had stolen the passion from him. 

Or so he said. I didn't quite buy it.

"I don't think he liked her much." I said, skin crawling at the prospect of them being together. "Does she actually live on the island?" Did it bother me because he'd acted so angry after the surprise oral or because I wanted to believe his fairytale story?

Max nodded, "She does and we see her all the time. We haven't seen him since you left, like I said earlier. We assumed he went with you. "

"I gotta say it again, the night Thea jumped his dick was really disturbing." Lilly said giving me a squeeze. "You were so cool about it. I would have put my boot in her neck if she were messing with my guy." She smiled and stretched. "Speaking of my guy. Did you see my ring?" She extended her hand and wriggled her fingers at me. She displayed a flashy diamond band on her ring finger, giving it a bobble playfully as though I wouldn't see it.

"You're engaged? What's this? Seriously?" I smiled wide, covering for Max who'd hinted that something was going on between them. I had no idea that they were that serious but felt a buzz of happiness for them being together.

"Yes we are! Think you'll be around long enough to join the wedding party? We're going to have a little bit of a party on the beach."

"Little bit of a party she says but—she's not saying how many people are going to be there." Max said and leaned in to kiss Lilly's cheek. "We would love it if you could join the wedding party Rosey-Posey. It's all because of you that we're together at all."

"Of course I'll be there! I am so happy for the two of you." At least something good came of my six month sex bender. Rose Clayton, screwing strangers and bringing people together!

The door opened and Thea came strolling into the bar. She was a younger woman, about twenty one or twenty two but between the six months that I'd last seen her and now, she looked to have aged. Perhaps it was the way she'd lost weight, her tall, willowy figure looked gaunt, her muscles sharp over long bones. Where Lilly seemed to have grown more beautiful and fulfilled, Thea looked haggard and ravenous. Her brilliant blue eyes had a cutting edge as did her angular cheekbones and the angle of her nose. 

There was no mistaking her beauty, she could have been a model. For all I knew, she was one. She wore a white dress painted over her toned, lean body, her breasts large and inflated, the best money could buy. Her tan arms and legs were bare and from one wrist dangled a heavy bangle of pearls.

I felt Lilly glance my way and I smiled at her expression of question and concern. I shrugged and smiled as I lifted my beer in salute. I never felt any threat from the woman, it had only been that one night as far as I knew and it wasn't as though the man in question was anywhere...

But there he was. I felt the breath punched from not only my lungs but my spirit as well. He looked whip-cord thin, his lustrous golden hair lank and ragged around his sunken cheeks. Where Thea looked hungry, he looked depleted. This was not the thick shouldered lover I'd shared my bed and body with. I thought his clothing strange too, he wore a tattered tank top and slumping shorts hanging from the bones of his hips. Perhaps it wasn't the same man. My ex-lover dressed with more refinement, not like young beach-comber. 

"Diondre." I allowed myself to put his names to my lips and felt my blood freeze. Painful spikes of ice ran through me. There was no way he could have heard my voice but his brow furrowed and he turned his head towards bar, his lilac gaze passed over me. I could see the expression of pain transform his features and felt a dull sense of satisfaction. Damn right he should look upset. That bullshit he'd babbled about how I should be angry about someone else sucking him off. Obviously cover for how often he was out getting himself slobbered on by any pretty lips?




The Beach House Ch. 02



Thea noticed his attention straying and when she followed his gaze to me, I saw how her mouth turned down at the corners. Her gaze went hard on mine. She leaned into the man and he startled when her fingers clamped around his elbow, his movement were a poorly concealed recoil. 

"Hey, you alright Rose?" Max asked, leaning over the bar to touch my shoulder. I blinked away from the scene.

"Sure." I motioned to the shot glass. "I think I'll have another shot or three. So, guess that answers the question about what happened to him. It looks like someone is keeping him leashed short, riding him hard and putting him away wet, as the cowboys say."

Lilly looked like she wanted to stride over there and slap him. "Why... that stupid, limp-dick son of a bitch! After the fit he threw?" 

"It's alright Lilly." I told her as Max filled my glass. "It's fine." It felt as though a pressure inside me had been released and even though it hurt, the understanding made me feel better in a way. I felt a tingle of shame for being duped, but this made sense. "There are other fish in the sea." I tried to think about Andrew as a possibility. Perhaps I could train him.

Maybe I should just plug up my sex and put an out of order sign on it.

I smiled and wiggled my fingers in their direction before lifting my shot glass in salute to Thea. I let a smirk twist my lips as I tossed my drink back. Her eyes narrowed and she clung tightly to her lover's arm. I would not even think his name. He was Thea's lover. 

Thea didn't wave back and neither did he. Her plump lips went white as she pressed them together. As her eyes went flat, she slid her arm around the man, pressing against him. The motion didn't look sexy, it looked forced and uncomfortable. He didn't respond to her, moving stiff legged as she guided him after the waitress. Neither of them looked particularly satisfied with their situation. 

Watching them gave me no pleasure. I didn't understand why they'd bother being together if they both looked so grim about it. Status maybe? 

"Well shit." Max sighed, shattering my thoughts with a slap of his palm on the counter. "Do we invite them to the wedding?" He looked sheepishly at Lilly and then ducked his head as her angry look burned into him.

"Fuck no."

I interrupted them, my voice quiet. "It wasn't as though he and I were even having a relationship. We didn't promise anything to one another."

"Except I saw the way he looked at you. I saw how he wanted you invested in him. That's game playing, even if you two were just having some fun. I guess back in Cali they play serious games with hearts, but it's wrong. Didn't he beg for you to stay with him here?"

I shrugged up my shoulders. "But I didn't stay. Obviously it wasn't that important to him. I'm sorry you two built it up." I leaned over to Lilly and touched a hand to her cheek, "Something good came out of it. You two are together. You are a damn cute couple. You're happy. Right?" I enjoyed seeing them both wearing big goofy smiles of love and happiness. "He was really out of my league anyway." 

"You mean, the good people league? Yeah, he is in the bottom-feeders level for sure. You deserve so much better." Lilly sighed unhappily and hugged me. "It is spring time, you are sure to find some new hunk of lust to distract you. I gotta go take more orders. Don't worry, I won't spit in their tossed salad." Her black eyes gleamed as she brushed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, lips soft and plush on my skin.

Max growled behind the bar, "hussy." He whispered affectionately after his fiancé before getting back to his work of drink mixing for the rest of the busy bar.

This left me to my thoughts and I found myself staring at the half finished beer. The shots of whiskey had gone to my head and I felt pretty buzzed. Thank goodness I only had a short walk back to the house. More people came in and true enough, this group consisted of young men just coming in after a day on the water. They were younger as well, the Spring Break crowd and not a lady between them. A couple of the guys gave me appraising looks and wide, inviting smiles. 

It went a long way to boost my fractured ego. So I purchased a round of beers for the four of them. Max sent his toothy grin of approval as he took their beer orders and I enjoyed how easy they were on the eye. This is how it started. A smile, a wink, a beer and a conversation that lead to more and more. Lilly was right and I needed a date for their wedding. My heart might not be fully into it right now but my loins certainly were. This group were really hot. I wondered if I could get a pair of them to walk me back to my...

"Where do you think you're going? Get your ass back here." Thea's voice crackled out sharply from her table. 

I looked up from admiring the men down the bar, realizing I was biting my lower lip as I raked my eyes down the thick bicep of the dark skinned man with close cropped curls. My ex-lover had lumbered out of his chair and was walking towards me with his teeth clenched. His movements looked uncomfortable. The way he walked was jerky and stiff, as though each step pained him. It reminded me of the way a zombie might walk, or Frankenstein's monster in those old black and white movies.

"Diondre Sol Poestra!" Thea's voice pitched higher as though using his full name would command him to obey her. A silence fell over the bar, even the rowdy group of four stopped their conversation to look over at the gaunt man who moved ponderously towards me.

I felt my cheeks heat up and glanced at Max behind the bar for help. "I didn't want any trouble." I warned, not daring to look at my ex-lover, I looked at Thea instead, accusingly. What had she done to this man? I could not even hazard to guess but it made me angry that she screamed at him as though he were some dog rather than a man. 

The men down the bar from me bristled to attention as they sensed that there might be trouble and I sighed. "just go back to your lady." I said without looking at my ex-lover. I couldn't stand to see the dark rings under his eyes. People around the bar whispered together but the voices were held quiet and low, the room holding its breath.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his mouth working to form words but no sound came out. His hands made tight fists at his sides with the effort it took to hold is ground. 

"Dio—this isn't cool." Max said, his voice quiet and soothing. "What's going on with you brother? You look like shit! Is it drugs man? "

He uttered a mirthless laugh at the question, bowing forward, head shaking. The limp golden hair swung before his face as his shoulders shook with the broken laughter.

"Do you need help man?"

Thea was there now, striding swiftly across the room, snarling at me, "Why couldn't you just stay away?" She clamped a hand onto the arm that tried to evade her grip.

It was the strangest thing I'd ever seen. One moment the man, my ex-lover, struggled towards me, sobbing in a humorless laughter and the next he was rigid and silent, his lilac eyes staring off over my shoulder, jaw working while the rest of his features had smoothed out into an emotionless mask. Her fingers pressed so tight into his arm it left dimples in his skin and he didn't even move to shake off the grip.

The men down the bar murmured quietly together. "Damn, talk about pussy whipped! Fuck that shit." 

I frowned and looked at her, this bewitching woman with her cruel beauty. She stood very still, body quivering, her eyes glazed and not quite seeing the bar. She only saw me and the man. I looked to where she gripped him and noticed the bracelet she wore, the intricate pearls woven together with dull blond threads. Tiny trinkets hung between the pearls, clinking and jingling like bells. There were silver and gold starfish and sand dollars and tiny blue and green baubles.

Reaching out, I put my hand over the bracelet with every intent to make her stop clawing his arm. The contact sent a shock of agony through my palm and arm. Thea's attention snapped back to now and she screamed in outrage and pain as she swung her other hand at me, blindly punching at me. 

I let out a cry, jerking my hand away from the burning shock of the contact with the bracelet and attempted to shield my face from her savage punches. As I fumbles to get up from the chair, it tumbled backwards with me in it. Falling, I sprawled onto my ass with a bang and clatter of the stool. Stars danced in my eyes when my head struck the floor and Thea was on me, punching and kicking me.

"He's mine! Mine! You hear me? You crazy bitch! Keep your filthy hands off him!" Her words lost in the sudden uproar of voices as the men down the bar and Max leapt in to pull the furious woman off me. 

I was too baffled to do anything but keep my hands up to protect my face and curl my knees up to protect my vitals from her kicks and punches. At last the assault and her shrieks faded to the distance but she kept warning me to stay away from 'her man'. I tasted blood in my mouth, I'd bitten my tongue or my lower lip, or perhaps both.

By the time the world stopped spinning, I found myself sitting on the floor, supported by Max who held a towel to my head and Lilly was handling getting the room back in order. I closed my eyes again, not wanting to see anything. I just wanted to go home.

Home to California, where things made more sense.



The Beach House Ch. 03



You and Kelly are sucking my cock. As you both suck my cock you reach over and start to play with each other’s pussies. As you both suck my cock so good I watch your fingers slide in and out of Kelly’s wet pussy and her finger sliding in and out of yours as well. Kelly takes her finger wet from your pussy and slowly slides it in and out of my ass. I love the feel of her finger sliding in and out of my ass as you suck my cock. Kelly can tell I am about to come so she lets you finish me off with your mouth.

I explode in your mouth then the three of us kiss each other and share the taste of my come and our mouths together. I decide that I want to turn things up a notch and get a little kinky with you and Kelly.

I want you and Kelly to stand up and kiss each other. I love watching you kiss another woman Diane. I want to see your tongue and hers rubbing against each other and you and her grabbing each other’s ass and pulling each other closer. As I watch I stroke my cock as it gets hard again. I know you are both enjoying the kissing, that and 69 is what I love most watching you do with another woman. With you and Kelly kissing and your bodies grinding against each other I get an ideal. While you continue to kiss each other I place both hands in the middle of you. I start with playing with both of your tits. Pinching both of yours nipples and rubbing your breasts then as you continue to kiss each other my hands make its way down your stomachs to your pussies.

My fingers find both of your pussies very wet. My left hand on her pussy, my right hand on hers. I slowly slip the fingers of both of my hands into two very wet pussies. I want to bring both of you to orgasm with my finger in your pussies. I bring both of you to orgasm with my finger.

Then I tell you and Kelly to get in the 69 position with her on top. As you both suck and lick on each other’s pussy I start to spank Kelly. This excites Kelly and she starts to suck and lick on you harder and faster. Her ass turns red from my hand spanking her; even with her mouth in your pussy I am able to hear her scream with pleasure. She loves me spanking her. Then I wet my finger in both of your pussies then slowly put my finger up her ass. I am telling you what I am doing to Kelly and that gets you even more excited. 

I want me and Kelly to toe fuck you. We place out toes on your very wet pussy and rub your clit with our toes. Then slowly we both fuck your cunt with our toes. Both of us rubbing your cunt with our toes. Then Kelly watches me while she rubs her own cunt.  I watch Kelly rub her pussy and the faster she rubs it the faster I fuck you with my toes. My toe brings you to orgasm and it is Kelly’s turn now. She starts to fuck you with her foot then decides that she would rather do you with her tongue. She is eating your pussy Diane as I watch her tongue go in and out of your pussy.

As she eats your pussy I stick my tongue up her ass and finger her clit. I want Kelly to come with you. Both of you explode in an orgasm. Both of you ask me what I want next and I don’t hesitate to tell you. I want the both of you to give me a golden shower!

I want you to pee in my mouth and Kelly to pee all over my chest. You both agree and I love it. I am drinking your piss and love the feeling of Kelly’s pee on me. I love us getting kinky and think of what we will do next. 

So next Kelly brings out a strap on dildo and starts to fuck me up the ass as you suck my cock. I love the feel of Kelly’s dildo going in and out of my ass as you suck my cock. I come in the biggest orgasm of my life in your mouth. Then I ask you and Kelly to finish each other off with a 69.

You are both eating each other’s pussy and I am watching growing hard as I watch.



The Beach House Ch. 03



 Ch. 03 (Meet the neighbors)

I walked out into the warm, sunny courtyard, opening the envelope from Heather as I exited the spa. The sudden blast of sunlight made it hard to see for a moment, but once I could see, I looked down to read the enclosed card. It read "Dinner is at 6 in the main dining room. If you hurry on up to the room, I may still have a surprise waiting for you. Kisses, Heather".

"Well Heather" I thought to myself, "I've had an awful lot of surprises today already. I'm not sure if I'll survive another". 

I looked down at my watch, it was a little after 4. I wasn't sure if that was still early enough for her surprise, but knowing Heather, we might need most of the time available just for her to get prepared for an attendance at a big public dinner. 

Putting the card into my pocket, I looked at the house map that Heather had so thoughtfully included. We were in suite 207 – the map showed how to get there from the swimming pool in the middle of the courtyard we had come in through. From what I could gather, there were about 18 guest suites in this place, all of them in a long row along one side of the second floor. I remembered the pool that was shown, it was where we had come across Janet as she was getting a sun tan with "extras".

Looking out into the sunlit courtyard, I could easily make out the swimming pool, with its surrounding population of naked and half-naked people still laying out in the lounges worshiping the sun. On one of the lounges to my left, I saw a man that who recognized from the night of the wedding.

He was kneeling down at the foot of a lounge, his upper body resting on its bottom half. Lying on the lounge, with her legs on the bricks to either side was a brunette woman, and the man (Chris, I thought to myself) was calmly licking her pussy. From her reactions, he apparently was quite good at it, as she was showing anything but calmness. I recalled that he was the guy who had licked all of my cum that had been spilling out from Janet's cunt that first fateful night, even though my cock had still been deeply buried inside it. 

Come to think of it, he had also done much the same thing to Heather and the man (Rick, Nick, something like that) who had just finished pounding away into her. Apparently, this man liked to eat his pussy.

The woman was rubbing her generous (and obviously enhanced) breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples, and trying with some difficulty to keep quiet in the chair while Chris continued to munch away. Both were seemingly oblivious to anyone that was around them, but more surprisingly, no-one else but me seemed to be paying any attention at all to them. His hands were softly caressing the cheeks of her ass as he licked her apparently very sensitive hole, rubbing and squeezing those well-rounded globes while she rubbed her own breasts, and he tried to reach every spot she had available with his tongue. I could hear her high-pitched, squealing panting breath continue behind me as I walked down the path indicated by the map.

After climbing a wide set of stairs to the second floor, I turned down a hallway toward our room. I could see many more decorations similar to the ones that had been at the spa, paintings and statuary that all seemed to celebrate the naked human body and sex in its many varied forms and positions. Arriving at mine and Heather's room, I used the key that had been left to me and opened the door, quietly letting myself in. I could see that our luggage had been delivered as promised, set neatly against the wall to my left.

The wall ahead faced the ocean and was all of glass, even the door in front of me. That door opened onto a deck that apparently went along the entire front of the house, offering a great view of the beach and the ocean beyond. I could even see some small islands on the horizon. On the deck, and a little to my right, I could just make out the edges of a large hot tub. A door set into the wall on my right must have been a bathroom, as I didn't see any other place for one to be. 

Heather was nowhere to be found, although I could tell that she had been here, the huge bed had been hopelessly rumpled, with the pillows and covers tossed in every direction. This bed was too big to call a king-size, it would probably qualify more for the name "emperor". Various pieces of clothing were strewn about the room as well, certainly too much for just Heather to have been wearing. I remembered Janet telling Heather that someone had been looking for her earlier, I imagined now what had been the purpose, and what my surprise would probably be.

I could hear a shower going and a female voice giggling, from behind the third door, so I figured that Heather must be in there. I had of course already showered (if you could call it that) in the spa, but I decided that there was no such thing as being too clean. Undressing as I walked toward the bathroom door, I was yet again completely naked by the time I entered the bathroom.

Steam billowed throughout the room, I could see barely two feet in front of me. I could tell that the bathroom was huge though, at least as large as our bedroom. The giggling continued as I walked towards the sound of the shower. "Heather?" I called out as I approached the obscure glass shower doors. "Damn!" I thought, "That shower is big enough for six people!"

The laughter immediately stopped, then it started up again, only this time sounding more like quiet snickers and whispering voices. The shower door opened up on one side, and Heather's blonde head stuck out. "Hi honey!" she said, just before she started giggling again. 

The door on the other side opened up, and a second woman's head, this time with short, jet-black hair stuck out. "Hi honey!" this second woman exclaimed as well, bursting into a laughing fit as she said it. 

She looked out at my naked body, giving me a once over, then said "Oooo! Me likey! Hey! You'd better watch out where you put those fingers mister!" Then both heads were pulled suddenly back into the shower, both screaming and laughing, as they disappeared into the steam.

"Hi honey!" said a male voice from somewhere within the steam. "You'd better get in here quick, I've been out-numbered all afternoon, and could really use a little help!" 

This last statement was followed by still more squeals from the two women, then the man's voice saying "Watch it you two! I've got a bar of soap, and I know how to use it!" By this point in the day, nothing seemed to surprise me anymore. I rolled my eyes, then opened the shower door and stepped into the bedlam. 

The shower wasn't big enough for six people, it was big enough for eight. But right now there were only four, counting me. Heather was to my left, holding a hand-held shower head and spraying it into the face of the man that I had apparently heard. The second woman was on my right, trying to hold him back from Heather, as she also aimed a steady stream of water straight at him. I didn't recognize either of the extra people in the shower with my girlfriend, but of course all four of us were completely naked. Breaking loose from her hold on him, the man quickly reached up and found yet a third hand-held shower head. Just how many of those things were there in here?

The couple appeared to be older than Heather and I, as he had a bit of grey mixed into his hair. The woman's hair was jet black however, and a quick check of her bush revealed that black was either her natural color, or she dyed all of her hair. She was very pleasant to look at, but definitely not one of the perfect Barbie doll types that seemed to be displaying their wares out by the pool. 

Her body as a whole made a pleasant enough package though, with large, hanging breasts, wide hips, and a small roll across her middle. I was amazed to see that her areola were at least five inches across, I'm not certain that I had ever seen any quite so large.

Holding her shower head, she scooted around and behind me, using me as a human shield in order to protect herself. Once behind me, she adjusted the spray to put out as much water as possible, held it next to my ear, then aimed it directly at the man's head. He returned her fire, but of course mostly hit me instead of her. These volleys continued, she aiming her water at either Heather or the man from over my shoulder, around my back, even from between my legs. Each time, I received answering sprays from whomever she was shooting at.

Finally I got smart. I could be a shield, but that didn't mean I needed to get hit with a face full of water – so I simply turned around, facing her. She had been crouching down when I did this, and the result of this move was that I ended up putting my cock right into her face. This startled her at first, as she had not expected it. 

Pulling her head back a bit though, she examined me up close for a couple of seconds, then looked up at me and smiled. I looked down at her, once again able to see the front of her body, from those intriguing tits down to her full black bush, which hid the assets beneath quite well.

She reached up to my cock and ran her hand up and down its length, causing it to start to harden. Once it had reached an apparently suitable hardness, she tightened her grip and pulled herself up to a crouching position with her breasts pressed into my waist, aiming her next spray at Heather from around my hip. The volleys continued on, but now she only had one hand to shoot with, as she did not let go of my cock from then on. It seemed to allow her to lean around in some interesting poses, and I stood there enjoying the view and not minding the contact one bit. 

As we continued this game, I was able to receive other bodily contact with her as well, as I would occasionally put my arms around her back, or across her bottom in order to stabilize her, sometimes these movements would cause me to brush up against her low-hanging breasts or her thick black bush.

At one point, she reached over and turned her faucet to full cold, then aimed her blast at the man from over my shoulder, earning a roaring shout from him. He responded by also turning his faucet to full cold and shooting back at her. Since she was already behind me she pulled her body in as close to me as possible to avoid the spray, and I took the cold blast directly on the back of my head. Shuddering from the sudden freezing water, I reached down and grabbed her by her bottom with both of my hands, then lifted her completely off of the floor and turned around so that she took the cold spray on her back instead of me.

It was at this moment that I realized some things, such as her heaving breasts lying heavily against my chest, her warm tunnel that was beginning to slide smoothly around the tip of my cock, it was in fact on the verge of being deeply penetrated by my length, but most of all her gorgeous brown eyes looking directly into mine. We stood together like that for at least ten seconds, staring into each other's eyes. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recognized something familiar about those eyes, but I couldn't quite figure out just what right then. The cold spray had stopped, as Heather had taken the chance to go on the offensive against this unknown man in our shower, and he turned away to defend himself.

As I was just about to lean in and take what was directly in front of me, I suddenly came to my senses, lowering this warm and desirable woman back down to the floor. 

"Um", I said shakily, "Heather, if we're going to get to dinner by 6, we should probably start getting ready for that. I know how long it takes for you to get ready." 

"What?" Heather said, not noticing my sudden change in mood. "Oh, yeah, I suppose we should quit fooling around then. Oh, Jack, by the way, meet Curt and Shelley. They are our suite mates!" She said all of this with a bubbly, giggling voice. 

Curt came over and reached for my hand, shaking it firmly as if doing so while naked in a shower was completely natural. "Nice to meet you Jack, and I see that you've already made good friends with Shelley! Come on, hon! We need to go get ready for dinner too!"

I looked down at the naked woman standing in front of me, then put out my hand as well, brushing across one of her nipples as I did so. "Oh, ah, nice to meet you Shelley" I mumbled as if in a daze, looking directly into those deep brown eyes. 

"Uh, yes," she said, "um, nice to meet you too, Jack". It looked as if she were about to burst into tears. Then she quickly turned around and walked out of the shower, followed closely by her shrugging husband.

As it turned out, "suite mate" meant that we were sharing the bathroom with this couple, which was apparently why there was so much room in there. We each had our own private area by our entry door, but the shower area on one side of the room and the sink/mirror area on the other were to be shared. Being a man, I didn't really use the mirror too much getting ready for dinner, which was good, because I was trying to avoid an awkward meet up in there. 

The women certainly put it to good use though. I could hear them in talking to each other from in there as I was putting my clothes away, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. By the tone of her voice, Shelley seemed to be upset about something, and Heather was just trying to be calm and quiet in her answers.

It finally became necessary for me to make my way into the shared room, although I waited until no-one else was there. As I was looking in the mirror and straightening myself, I heard what sounded like crying coming from their room. I moved close to that side, and I could just make out what was being said between sobs. 

"He doesn't like me!" Shelley was saying "He thinks I'm an old woman with ugly, saggy tits and a beer gut, and two kids, who's probably old enough to be his mother!" 

"Just look at what he has now. Heather is beautiful, and skinny, and blonde, and perky! Why would he want an old hag like meeee?" This last word erupted into more sobs, then she said "I don't want to be here, not with all of these Barbie-dolls around. Who's going to want me, with so many younger women like that to choose from?" 

I realized that I had creeped farther and farther toward their room, and that I was now standing in their open doorway, watching the two of them. 

I tapped lightly on the doorway, which she did not notice, but her husband did. He looked up at me pleadingly, motioning me into their room with one hand. I entered, then looked at his wife, who was sitting on the edge of their bed with a box of Kleenex beside her. 

She was stunning, in a pair of thin white shorts and a loose-armed, gauzy button-up shirt, the shorts showing off her well-toned legs nicely. She had finished her casual look off with a pair of flat sandals. I couldn't imagine why she would think herself not desirable. I looked at Curt again, he repeated the hand motion, so I crossed over to the side of the bed in front of her, and kneeled down on the floor, trying to catch her deep brown eyes with mine.

"Shelley?" I said, then again "Shelley?" She looked up at me, then back down again at her lap. 

"Hey," I said, "Shelley, sweetie?". She looked up again. "Do you really think of yourself that way?" I asked, softly. "I don't see how you could think that" I went on, "Because I see you as the beautiful woman that you really are".

"You're just saying that! Heather told you to!" sobbed Shelley. 

"No, no, no" I softly went on. "I never just say anything, ask Heather yourself". "I think I need to explain a few things to you though. Can I do that?" Shelley nodded slowly, then blew her nose.

"Before today, I didn't know anything about what went on at PeopleCo, or at this house" I started. "None of it". 

"So you can imagine the shock that I got, finding out everything that I did today, it's all just kind of falling onto me at once". 

"I know what the rules of this place say" I continued, "but I've had two women, who I don't even know, use me today for their own pleasure without even speaking to me, and I suddenly realized that I almost did the same thing to you in there".

She looked up at sharply me when I said that, her eyes questioning. "Oh, yes, hon. I didn't stop in there because I didn't want you" I said. "I stopped because I DID. I almost took you right there on the floor of that shower, in front of your husband and my girlfriend. It would have been so easy. And it would have been so wrong".

"But I wanted you to! And I thought that I had repulsed you, and I didn't know how!" Shelley said, bursting into tears once again.

"I didn't even know your name" I said quietly, trying to calm her down again. "I had no idea who you were, or what kind of person you are. And I can't be that kind of person, the kind who just uses whoever or whatever is handy at the time".

I took her face in my hands, and lifted it up so that I could see into her eyes once more. Why were they so familiar? 

"I can see that you are a very sensitive person, and I'm so sorry that I hurt you. These eyes shouldn't be so full of tears" I continued, kissing each eyelid and gently licking trails of tear off of her cheeks. "This mouth should not be crying in anguish." I kissed her lightly on the lips, as she shuddered in front of me.

Burying my face in her neck, beneath her ear, I could smell lilacs. "You smell very nice" I whispered into her ear. "And you look good enough to eat". 

She took a deep breath. Pulling back slightly, I looked up at Curt, raising my eyebrows in an unspoken question. He nodded slowly, hopefully understanding just what I was asking.

Dropping my hands from the sides of her face to the top button of her shirt, I looked into her eyes as I released its hold. Moving down a scant few inches, I said "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have an amazing body, and anybody who does not see that should wonder what's wrong with themselves." I undid another button, then another, until her shirt was open all the way. Pulling the sides apart revealed a delicate, front-clasp, lacy bra encasing and supporting her breasts as if they were made of fine china. I took her shirt off, so that the bra was the only thing that she was wearing above the waist.

I slid my hands across her lace-covered bosom, then around her ribcage to her back, then continued down her back and back up to her lace-covered breasts again. 

I squeezed these together from the sides and continued. "These are not ugly, they are very special. I have never seen any other woman with breasts quite like yours. May I see them again? Will you show them to me?" 

Shelley nodded to me, and her hands shakily rose to the clasp between her mounds. She could not seem to gain enough control over her fingers to release it, so I moved my hands over her own. 

"Here, let me help you" I said. I unclasped her bra, then pulled each side away and down her arms, letting her breasts fall free. They did sag somewhat, but I don't happen to feel that higher is always better.

Taking her left breast into my right hand, I lifted its tip up to my mouth, marveling once again at the size of her areole. A small gasp escaped from her as I did this, and she leaned her head back so that she was looking well over my head. 

While sucking her nipple deeply in, I flicked my tongue across its tip, also kneading and squeezing its mass in my hand. Holding a breast in each hand, feeling their heft and rubbing my thumbs across her hardening nipples, I moved over to her right breast, lightly brushing its tip with my tongue, causing its nipple to stiffen more, then stopped sucking and told her again. 

"These are marvelous. I look forward to exploring them more tonight, when we have the time."

Continuing to use tiny licking and nibbling motions on her exposed breasts, I moved my hands down the smooth skin of her sides, and down to her belly. "This is not a beer gut, and it is supposed to be here," I said to her. "You are the mother of two children, you should wear this proudly. This holds all of your wisdom, love, and experience, and it is also a beautiful thing that is part of who you are." 




The Beach House Ch. 03



I kissed my way across her chest, then down along her belly towards the top of her shorts, tasting her skin as I moved down. As I released the button on her shorts, she breathed in sharply. 

"No!" she said with a whimper, "It's like a forest down there, everybody else here is shaved bare!" 

"It's OK" I told her. "Natural beauty is what it is." 

I unzipped her shorts, then ran my hands down the inside of her thighs, then back up the outside, savoring their smoothness. Grasping the outside of her shorts on her wide hips, I gently tugged them downward. In response to this action, Shelley lifted her hips from the bed, allowing the shorts to slide down her legs and over her feet. Skimpy lace panties that matched her bra followed, and I was rewarded with the sight of her curly black bush surrounding just the hint of what lay beneath. 

"I don't think that you want to remove this" I said, running my fingers slowly across the skin beside the outer lips of her pussy, more touching her upper thighs than her puffy lips. I could just barely see the inner lips peeking up through. "It isn't too much, and it helps add to your mystery".

As I continued to rub up and down along her dampening slit, I nudged each thumb to the inside of her lips, then pulled to each side, opening her up to my waiting eyes. "Ah" I said. "There you are".

I ran my tongue up along the inside of one of her lips, from the very bottom to the very top, stopping at that point to lick the tiny nub of her clit and to rub it roughly against my bottom teeth. Pulling away, I repeated the action on the other side. 

She squirmed beneath me, her breath beginning to come out in ragged gasps now. "I am only giving you a taste right now." I said, looking up past her heaving breasts and into her eyes, stopping the motion of my tongue across her slit so that I could speak. "We will come back later and do this right, won't we?" 

"Uh, huh." came out of her mouth with a squeak, then I returned to my task, licking biting, and sucking various parts of her sex until she had an orgasm, shuddering quietly across her entire body. After she came down from that, I moved back up so that our faces were together, then gave her a deep kiss, letting her taste her savory juices in my mouth. 

She reached down to grasp my cock, but I moved her hand away. "Later. It will be all of that and more. Later, I'm going to make slow, quiet, love to you. Some time after that, I'm going to just fuck you, deep, and hard".

She nodded to me, looking to me as if she felt much better about her experiences this evening than she had when I came into their bedroom. "OK" I said. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm hungry".

Shelley began to pick up her bra, but I reached out to stop her. "You won't need this tonight". I said. Reaching down and picking the matching panties up off the floor, I told her "And you won't need these tonight either".

She looked over to her husband, asking with her eyes what should do. He looked at me, then told her "It looks like Jack is in charge tonight, and you should do whatever he tells you." 

Shelley looked back up at me and whispered "OK", then picked up her shirt and put it on. 

When she had fastened just the bottom half of the buttons, I told her "That's enough" handing her just the thin white shorts to put on. Looking into her open suitcase, I pulled out some fashionable white sandals with a fairly high heel, saying, "Oh, and put these on, I think they'll look much better on you tonight". I casually picked up her lacy bra and panties while no-one was looking, and slipped them into my pants pocket, saying "Shall we all get cleaned up and go get some dinner then?"

We finished getting cleaned up, then we all left together to go find the main dining room. On the way through the lobby, I spotted something that I had been looking for, telling the others to go on ahead, that I would catch up. It took me a while to get my plans arranged, but soon enough, I went to find my group.

The dining room was large, with a mixture of large and small tables. Some were fully lit, others were in areas of almost compete darkness, the tabletops lit only by candles. As I had hoped, my group had chosen one of the darker tables, 

I was somewhat surprised that it was set for six people instead of just four though. When I asked, all I was told was that they were expecting someone to join us later. I had hoped for it to be just the four of us, but decided that I could adjust if they could. 

Dinner was enjoyable, with good food and very good wine, and we all had plenty of the wine. I had suggested that we mix up our seating a bit, with Curt and I on the outside, Heather on Curt's left side and Shelly on my right. The two empty seats were between us men. I took every opportunity to engage myself with Curt's wife, touching her as often as possible on her arm and leg during conversation, and stealing glances through her half-open shirt at her bare breasts being displayed before me.

At a couple points during the dinner, I thought I caught a glimpse of Marly, the waitress from the diner that Heather and I had stopped at earlier that day. She had said "See you at the party tomorrow", but maybe she was at this function as well. I thought that I had caught her eye one time, but she just scowled at me from across the room, then went into the kitchen. I didn't see her again.

As dinner moved into dessert and coffee, I rested my hand on her leg, rubbing up and down her thigh, sometimes letting my fingers stray up the loose leg of her shorts, just to the point where I could feel her curly dark bush. When I did this, I would let my hand rest there for a moment, moving my fingers back and forth across her skin, then pulling my hand back to begin rubbing her leg once again. I could tell that all of the wine and attention was beginning to affect her, she had relaxed her legs, and I could just see a wet spot beginning to grow at the crotch of her shorts. 

A band had arrived and started to play, and some other couples had risen to the dance floor. We watched this for a while, until I took Shelley's hands in mine and suggested that we dance too. She looked at me with great joy, explaining to me that Curt hated to dance, but that she loved it.

We moved to the floor during a set of quick dances, and as we swung and turned, her half-open shirt would fall open in the front, or the loose arms would open up, giving views of what was beneath to any who looked. The high-heeled shoes made her legs look very sexy, and you could make out her dark pubic area through her white shorts whenever we entered a well lit area of the room. She seemed to take great pleasure in displaying the brief glimpses of all of her assets to the rest of the room, sometimes even making small changes to how she located herself at times, and she seemed almost disappointed when the tempo changed to slow dances for a while. 

She draped her hands over my shoulders for the slow songs, staring into my eyes, and maneuvering us into a dark section of the floor. I held her close to me, first sliding one hand down to the back of her shorts and caressing her round bottom, then running my fingers along her leg and brushing up against the back surfaces of her pouting lips. 

After running the fingers of one hand through the slickness dripping out of her excited pussy, I brought my other hand up along her front and slid it inside of her shirt, holding and squeezing one breast and sliding my palm and thumb across its sensitive tip. We continued in this manner until the music wound down and the musicians took a break.

As we walked back to our table, I noticed that the entire front of her thin white shorts was now wet, making them pretty much see-through. I could even make out her puffy lips beneath the fabric as we passed through one of the better lit areas of the floor. 

Another couple seemed to have joined Heather and Curt at our table, although because their backs were to us, I could not see them very well until Shelley and I had sat down. "Jack," said Curt, "meet our daughter, Kelly and her boyfriend... What was your name again, son?" 

"Oh, Daddy!" giggled our new arrival, "Kyle's not actually my boyfriend, we're just really good friends for now while we're here at work!" 

I began to consider how having Shelley's daughter hanging around for the rest of the night could complicate our plans for later, when the girl's words sunk in. 

"Here, at work?", I thought. Looking up at last to catch a glimpse at both the girl sitting just to my left and her companion, I got a bit of a shock. I recognized both of them, I had seen them together just today in fact.

The last time that I had seen the boy was when he had been washing Marion's face with nothing but his very long, and very thick penis. I'm not quite sure what else he had done with it, as I had been paying more attention to matters that had been closer at hand. As for Kelly, I understood at last why her mother's eyes had seemed so familiar to me. 

The girl had those same deep brown eyes, and just a few hours before she had spent several minutes raising and lowering her wet cunt onto my rock-hard cock, that being the final step of giving me a sensual bath/shower, in which she used her breasts and pubic area to apply and rub in the soap. She in fact was one of those "two women" that I had been telling her mother about earlier, who had used my erect cock as a tool to provide for their own self-pleasure. 

"Kelly works around this place somewhere," continued the girl's father. I opened my mouth to speak, to inform this clueless father of what his daughter did here, when I glanced over at the girl, who seemed to be pleading with her eyes for me not to do so. 

I felt the sharp pain of a sudden pinch on my right thigh, it could only have come from Shelley. At the same time, I could feel a warm, soft hand quickly to rise up to the top of my left thigh and begin rubbing the bulge that had grown there while dancing, this hand could only have come from Kelly. 

Looking at each in turn, and receiving looks of acknowledgement, I realized that although Curt might have been clueless, Shelley was not. I gathered that both had their own reason to keep him in such a state for just a little while longer, and that both were telling me just what might be in store for me, depending on what I said. For his part, Curt didn't even notice me start to speak, although Heather did. She looked first at my expression, then at those of the panicked girl and her mother, then slowly nodded her head in apparent understanding.

"Kelly just turned 18 two months ago" he went on. "They don't hire anyone underage here, and when she got the chance for a summer job at the beach, she just jumped right on board".

I thought about Kelly having "jumped on board" me earlier in the day, but I had finally decided to keep my mouth shut on the subject. Seeing that I had at last my choice, Shelley's hand moved up to cup my cock through my shorts. She did not seem all that surprised to find that her daughter's hand was already occupying the space. 

The two looked at each other across the table, both still holding onto a part of me, having the type of silent conversation that only two people who know each other well can have. At last Kelly's hand was withdrawn, leaving only her mother's. It rose a few inches, then slid down beneath the fabric of my shorts to grasp my hard cock in a more direct manner.

Shelley continued to slowly stroke my length for the next fifteen minutes, as the table at large drank more wine and we all held the kind of random discussions that tend to occur during such events. 

It was finally decided that we would go sit in the hot tub outside of our connected rooms, and the six of us grabbed more bottles of wine from the bar, then ambled through the lobby and toward the second floor. Curt wondered aloud if Kelly might be able to borrow one of Heather's swim suits for the hot tub. 

"Oh, don't be silly" said Shelley. "We're all adults here, and Kelly hasn't got anything that you haven't seen before on someone else. Besides, I'm going in naked, and I'll bet that Jack and Heather are too. Let's all just go have a good time, and not worry about what anyone is or isn't wearing". 

Curt finally gave in to her logic, and I wondered if he had ever privately considered to himself how his daughter looked when naked.

In order to make Curt feel a little better about sitting in a hot tub with his naked daughter, we all decided that the women would get in first, then the men would join them. Curt didn't seem to mind Kelly seeing him naked, and I thought that he would not really have minded seeing her as well, he just didn't want to be labeled as a pervert. 

I got in last on purpose, noting that a note containing only one word, "Done" had been left for me on one of the night tables. I then opened up the bottles of wine, bringing them out with me. As I didn't see any wine glasses, we all decided that we could just drink straight out of shared bottles. 

Kyle had come out carrying a small box, and once we were all in the water, he opened the box to reveal a number of pre-rolled joints. Lighting one of these, he took a hit from the joint, passing it on to Heather, who was sitting beside him in the water. Heather did likewise, and it made its way around the tub, to Curt, then Kelly, then me, finally arriving between Shelley's lips before beginning the round trip once again.

Our conversations wandered around many subjects, and with the hypnotic sound of pounding of the surf in the background, the curtain of stars overhead, and the consumption of yet more wine and two more joints, it finally strayed onto the subject of sex. 

Someone had asked about what each person's most unique sexual experience had been, when Heather sat up suddenly and exclaimed "Oh! Jack! You've got to get Curt to show you his method for eating a woman out! I know you're good, but he made me come so hard I thought I was going to explode!" 

"Please Curt, you need to show him your trick!"

"Uh, well" started Curt, glancing at his daughter seated beside him, "maybe we could do that a bit later?" 

"No!" cried Heather. "I want you to show him nooow! Pleeeease?" 

"You might as well do it now, babe" said Shelley, "she's not going to let you out of it". She rose out of the water, her heavy breasts dripping as she leaned across the hot tub and pressed her body tightly against her husband's. "You can even use me for the demonstration." 

"Oh, goody!" shouted Heather, quite obviously high on the mix of alcohol and pot. "Me second!" 

"Why don't you just demonstrate it on all three of us?" Kelly calmly asked her father, as she rose out of the water as well, hugging her father tightly, her bare breasts pressing into the side of his face. "Then, we can all find out what your secret is".

"Huh?" Curt squeaked. "Uh, wait a minute. I can't show this on all three of you". The poor guy looked like he was about to have a stroke. 

"Oh, come on, Curt!" said Shelley. "She's eighteen now, a grown woman. It's not like you would be committing child abuse or anything!" 

"But, honey!" moaned Curt, "This is Kelly, and..." 

"You will do this for all of us tonight." Shelley told him sternly, "For me, for Heather, and for Kelly." 

Curt stood his ground, adamant that he was not going to do any such thing. Shelley's hand disappeared beneath the water, then she raised and lowered her body, hugging him even more closely. She began to slowly slide away from, then back into him. 

"If I can be right here like I am now," she said, "With you inside me like you are, right now, right next to our only daughter, you can certainly demonstrate your technique on her. She is a grown woman now, not a girl".

"I want you," she continued, still sliding back and forth through the hot water, "to think of her as you would any other woman, especially since she's one of the ones that raped poor, defenseless, Jack over there". 

Curt looked into her eyes questioningly, as she continue to rock her body on her husband's cock. 

"That's right babe, I know for a fact that Kelly was one of those two women that Jack was talking about earlier." 

"You keep telling me that this weekend is about stretching our boundaries and experimenting. This is a boundary that we are going to stretch together, and I don't want to hear any more complaints from you."

"OK." Curt finally whispered. "I'll do it." 

"Thank you Daddy! Thank you, thank you!" Kelly bounced up, pressing her young breasts against her father's face. Her father groaned. 

"They're just tits, Daddy. I know that you like them, I've seen you looking when you think I'm not paying attention!" 

"It's not that, baby," said Curt, "but having you do that just kind of... I mean I... Well..." 

"What your father means," said Shelley calmly, "is that when you jumped up on him like that, he got so excited that he just shot his load inside of me". 

"Ooooh, Daddy, that's nasty! If you shoot off just because I rub my tits on you, I wonder what you would do if you were sucking on one of them!" 

With that, she held one of her firm young breasts, then offered it to her father's mouth to be sucked. Either instinct must have kicked in, or he just thought "Why the hell not", but Curt raised his hands up to grab both of the young breasts directly in front of him. He then drew his daughter's nipple into his mouth and began to nurse on it, while continuing to squeeze her full mammaries.

"I can tell you what he'd do Kelly, because he's doing it right now." laughed her mother, "He just grew bigger and harder than he was even before he blew. My goodness, Curt, just what kind of fantasies have you keeping to yourself about our daughter?" 

Curt could not answer, as his mouth was full of his daughter's nipple. 

For her part, Kelly seemed to be enjoying his attention, saying "Oh Daddy, that feels so good. If your pussy licking is as good as this, I may have you do this every time I come home from now on!"

Heather stood up and walked over to the family trio, saying "C'mon, guys! Break it up! I want to get my pussy eaten again. You three can do this stuff any time". 

With some difficulty, Curt pulled away from Kelly's tits, a glazed look on his face. Shelley then reluctantly climbed off of her perch on his hard cock. 

"OK, OK. Fine" said Curt. "But we have to start out by teaching you how to hold your tongue."

All five of us watched intently as he demonstrated three different tongue shapes that needed to be used in his method, and each of us practiced moving our tongues until we could duplicate his motions. 

"OK" Curt said. "It's time for the next step now. Shelley, I need you to sit up on the side of the hot tub over here and spread your legs out wide". Curt was starting to get into teaching this to us. 

For her part, Shelley was suddenly hesitant about what he was asking her to do. "This is stretching our boundaries babe, remember?" he told her. She slowly rose out of the hot water and sat where he pointed, then let out a long sigh and spread her legs far apart, showing all of us her furry black bush and puffy outer lips. We all moved in closer, causing Shelley to modestly cover herself with her hands.

Her husband moved over to one side of her and pulled both hands away, then motioned to me. "Come over here Jack, you're going to be first". 

I moved over to her other side, and he reached up, pushing his finger up inside of Shelley's wet tunnel. "Get your finger in here, I want you to feel this". I reached my hand up, and my finger soon joined Jack's finger inside of his wife's most private area. 

"I want you to feel all around inside here, then I want you to put your finger where mine is right now. Feel this right here, how it's different from everything else? Push down on it when you find it". My finger joined his at a particular point, and I could feel a small bump once he moved his finger out of the way. I pushed down on it, and Shelley squirmed when I did so.




The Beach House Ch. 03



"Now, remember where that is," he went on. "In fact, keep one finger up there, and move your first finger right here". I found his finger again, and found a small depression this time. It was beginning to get a bit crowded inside of his wife, with two of my fingers, and one of Curt's pushed in.

"Rub your finger along this spot, while you push on the first one at the same time". I did as I was told, and his pretty wife jumped a little, accompanied by a little squeak. 

"OK, now you know where these spots are. Now I need you to get your tongue in there instead of your fingers. Use that first tongue shape on the first place, and the other two on the second". 

"Make sure that you use your other moves too, but every so often I want you to work on these two spots for a while. Always do them as close together as you can".

Curt moved across the hot water to where Heather was sitting, so that he could get a view of what I was doing. Lifting her up in the water, he lowered her down onto his hard shaft, then began rubbing and tweaking her sensitive nipples. Heather was so intent on the demonstration that she didn't even complain that he had not warned her of what was coming her way. I could tell from the motions of his body that he was slowly pumping his hard cock into my girlfriend. 

"Oh well," I thought, "I'm just about to eat his wife's cunt, so why not?"

My fingers had remained inside of Shelley while I had been watching this go on. For her part, Shelley had been making appreciative noises in response to my actions, but I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to get my tongue in there instead. 

Moving over in front of her, I raised her knees up so that her legs were draped over my shoulders, and I placed my tongue at her entrance. I started out by using some of my standard pussy-licking motions, occasionally doing as Curt had told me, throwing in the new tongue actions that I had learned. I could taste his cum leaking out of her as I licked, nibbled, and sucked, it was not a particularly unpleasant taste though, so it didn't really slow me down any. Shelley was definitely enjoying my attentions, pressing her wet sex into my face and moaning in earnest.

"OK, that's enough" said Curt. His wife whimpered in complaint when she heard this. 

"I only mean that it's someone else's turn" he said. "Jack, you can show Kyle what I showed you..." 

"No, Daddy, I want to do it next!" said Kelly. "I think that all of us should get a chance to learn this. You never know when it might come in handy!" Her mother looked down in shock, and started to say something, but Kelly practically flew through the water behind me, pressing her firm tits into my back, as she looked over my shoulder. 

"Teach my fingers what to do, Jack". I looked up at her mother and shrugged, then reached up once again pushed my finger into the opening before me. Kelly pushed forward harder against my back as her hand came around my side, her finger joining mine inside of her mother's waiting hole. 

I moved her finger to each of the spots that Curt had pointed out to me, feeling her breasts against my back and her warm breath on my neck, while she whispered "Ah. OK. Uh huh." softly into my ear. This had the effect of making me very hard and horny, and it occurred to me that his girl would probably have had much the same effect on one of the statues in the hallway.

She finally decided that she had been trained enough, and she scooted around in front of me, sitting down in my lap and bringing her face up between her mother's waiting legs. Shifting her bottom around a little, she quickly trapped me into the place where I was by pressing her own wetness over my shaft, and pulling her feet up to my butt, pushed me more forward and deeply into her. Having accomplished this, she returned her attention to her mother's wet hole, using her tongue to pleasure the older woman.  

It was apparent that this was not her first time eating pussy, as she had a few moves that I had not seen performed before. Her mother began her slow rise towards her release, but once again, Curt stopped the activity before Shelley was able to reach it.  

All through this process, Kelly had been using her strong inner muscles to bring about my release, and after her father had her stop eating out her mother, she squeezed my cock in such a way as to send me over the top. "In trade for what you did for me this afternoon." she whispered into my ear as she climbed off of my pole and backed her face away from her mother's cunt.

The process was repeated with Kyle, then with Heather, each person training the next on where the Shelley's trigger spots were located. By the time everyone had been given a turn, Shelley was so desperate to cum that she was begging for one of us to finish her off somehow. 

Kyle did the honors, but not with his mouth, instead he plowed his mammoth cock deep inside of Shelley's wide open hole, wrapping his arms tightly around her back as he repeatedly assaulted her sex with his own. As his cock was quite large, and she had already been on the edge from each of our earlier ministrations, it did not take very long for her to finally climax, loudly screaming "Thank you, thank you, oh God, thank you" as she did so.

"My turn, my turn!" shouted Heather, insistent that she receive similar treatment at the hands of us all. Hopping onto the side of the hot tub, Heather spread her legs out to each side as far as they would go. Shelley was being somewhat ignored by the others, so I moved over to her, gathering her into my arms and bringing back down into the warm water. She looked quite wrung out from her experience, and I could see the trust she was giving me in her eyes. I held her like that in my arms, slowly running my hands along her body, while we watched the others across the hot tub. 

Once again, Curt started out by putting his finger into Heather, finding the unique locations of her pressure points. The information was then passed on as before to Kyle, Kelly, Shelley, and finally to me. Just as before, each person would practice their newfound oral skills on Heather, until when my practice had been stopped, she was just as frustrated as Shelley had been. Since I was already in place, I pulled Heather down onto my ready cock. I sucked and nibbled her small breasts while she bobbed up and down in the water, riding my pole until she finally came with a great deal of violent shaking.

"OK, Daddy, it's my turn now" Kelly quietly said to her father. 

"Kyle should be able to find your points..." Curt started to say. 

His daughter only looked at him, saying "No, Daddy, that wasn't the deal. You're the expert at this, and I want you to put your fingers up inside of me to find them yourself". With that, she raised her body up onto the side of the hot tub, then spread her legs apart, presenting her neatly trimmed pussy directly into her father's view. 

Curt looked up into her eyes, sighed one last time, then reached his hand forward, pushing two fingers up into his daughter's waiting cunt. She smiled and sighed softly when he did this, as if she was wondering what had taken him so long to reach this place. It seemed to me that his fingers were probing and searching much longer then they had been with the other two women, but finally he found the spots that he was looking for. 

Turning around with his fingers still probing Kelly's cunt, he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Shelley moved forward in the water, her fingers joining her husband's inside of their daughter's open hole. After being shown the proper locations, Shelley lowered her mouth onto her little girl's cunt, also seeming to spend longer with Kelly then she had with Heather. 

She finally yielded her place to me, and I could taste my own cum within Kelly's tunnel, it was tangier than her father's had been when I had tasted it inside her mother. I let Heather in next, then it was Kyle's turn. After all of us had finished, Kelly looked at her father, her eyes full of lust.

"Please Daddy" she whispered. "Please eat me out, finish me off, make me cum. Please, Daddy, please!" 

Curt looked at this person, who had just that morning been his little girl, but was now a fully grown, beautiful woman, begging him to give her the release that she so desperately seemed to need. He looked over at his wife, who nodded her ascent, then back at his naked, gasping daughter, taking in her begging eyes, her pert young breasts, and her wide open cunt, waiting for his mouth to plunge down upon it. 

Moving forward, he began licking her from the outside in, slowly building up the courage to plunge his tongue completely into his own daughter's gaping depths. Her hands came down to the back of his head, then pulled his face in, holding him tightly against her sex while his tongue went ever deeper, once again finding those secret spots that only she had. 

We all watched in awe as he managed to pull his face out occasionally to suck on her clit, then, after lashing her nub with his tongue, once again press forward into her inner places. 

As soon as he had begun to lick, Kelly had begun a small series of mindless chants. "Eat me Daddy". "Suck your angel's clit". "Go deeper Daddy, go deeper". 

These, and other commands emitted from her lips, first quietly, but gradually building in volume until she was almost shouting them out. "Oh, Daddy!" "Eat your little girl!" "Make me cum, Daddy!" 

On and on this went, seemingly forever, until she finally grabbed her father's head so tight that he could no longer move it, shuddering for more than thirty seconds in a thunderous, continuous, series of orgasmic waves.

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Except for the ever-crashing ocean, everything was silent once Kelly had reached her peak. Gradually, the six of us began to move around in the hot tub once again, speaking in quiet tones amongst ourselves. Kelly had collapsed in a naked heap into her father's arms. For his part, he was speaking softly in her ear, running his hand along her back trying to calm her down. Her breaths came in ragged gasps against his neck as she burrowed in, but slowly she became aware once again of those around her.

As for the rest of us, Shelley and I had begun kissing each other deeply, running our hands all over the other's body, gently touching and teasing, hands and fingers exploring those areas generally covered by clothing. Kyle was sitting on the side of the tub, with Heather's head bobbing up and down over his erect cock. I didn't know that she had such extreme deep-throating ability, and I marveled as I watched his entire length swallowed up by her, then reappear just a second later. He must have finally sent his load down Heather's throat, as she eventually stopped working on him, wiping the edges of her mouth with her fingers.

By this time, Kelly and her father had separated, and Kyle and Kelly both got out of the hot tub, heading for the door into Curt and Shelley's room. The rest of us drank some more wine, and sedately watched the stars after they left, Heather and Curt huddled together in one corner, Shelley and I in the other, the two of us seemingly unable to get enough contact with each other's bodies.

Shelley and I finally got out as well, following the younger couple's path into Shelley's room, leaving Heather and Curt behind us. I could see that the bedding had been pulled back, but until we fell into bed, still exploring each other's bodies, I did not notice that Kelly had fallen asleep on one side of it. 

Kyle was nowhere to be seen, I assumed that he had helped her to bed, then went to his own, wherever that may have been. I had promised Shelley that I would make love to her that night, and I asked her if it would bother her if we did so quietly while her daughter slept beside us. 

"No.", she said. "Kelly sleeps very soundly, so we won't wake her up if you're gentle to me like you promised". 

"Tomorrow," she went on, "you can give me that loud and hard fucking that you also promised me. I could use a little gentle and quiet right now anyway".

I stroked the side of her head and shoulders as I moved in to give her long, deep kisses. A hint of lilac still remained on her neck, and in her cleavage, and I marveled once again at how large her areole and nipples were. Holding her full breasts in my hands as I licked and sucked at each in turn, I licked and kissed my way all over her body, leaving no spot untouched by my lips. 

On the way down to her feet, as well as on the way back from them, I made a point of spending extra time licking her full pussy lips, sucking her clit into my mouth for some extra attention. Once I had covered her entire body with my mouth, I rose up so that I could look her directly in the eyes, then I drove gently into her waiting depths. 

Her silky channel enveloped my cock, welcoming me in with its warmth. I lay still at first, enjoying the feeling of her as her tunnel conformed to my shape. As I began to slowly move in and out of her, still looking directly into her deep, brown eyes, she raised her feet up so that they met behind my back, bringing her hands up to slowly rub them across my chest. Her eyes closed as she quietly sighed, then she let out a small cry as she experienced a gentle but long orgasm.

I glanced over to the other occupant of the bed at this time, and noticed that she had been quietly watching us, a smile on her face and her finger rubbing the top of her well-used pussy. Her mother was so tired and spent by this time that she fell asleep with my hardness still inside of her. I pulled myself out of her, then lay down on my back beside her, pulling her onto her side so that she slept curled against me, one leg over mine and her arm across my chest. 

Kelly sleepily moved over and draped herself across me as well, her young breasts lying against my side. Then her deep brown eyes fluttered closed as well, and she once more fell asleep. 

I was able to move my arms around enough to lay them across both women's bare backs, reaching down to their rounded bottoms, then, tired as well, I fell into a deep sleep, mother on one side, daughter on the other.



The Beach House Ch. 03



Chapter Three -- Unaware Model 

The next day began as it did the day before. Though it had become a routine, it was their ritual, which pleased both of them. Later that afternoon Dan decided to go out on the beach for a walk by himself. He changed his clothes, wore a similar yellow shirt as the day before and his favorite green beach hat. He had applied a thin layer of lotion on his arms and legs, found his wife, and told her that he needed to go out for a walk just to get some sun. 

Dee knew this was his time and did not ask to join him. Instead she followed him to the front door, kissed him on the cheek and waved as she watch him descend the stairs; making his way out to the sandy trail that would take him to the beach. The paths had been designed by the owners to protect the dunes, yet provided easy access to the beach. Dee followed him outside and watched as he walked out of her view. It was on her way back into the house when she found the items that lay hidden next to the door.

That little snake. He must have put this out earlier knowing that I would find it on my return.

Dee eyed what look to be a bottle of wine with a slim white box attached. She reached down, picked the items off the deck floor, and continued through the door. The bottle, cold to the touch, was not wrapped so she was able to read the word champagne clearly printed on its label. She slipped the bottle into the freezer. She had removed the box that was attached with one ribbon and found the card. Opening the envelope, she read the typed message:

Your display yesterday was beyond words. Would you accept my gratitude and pleasure me with another display outside. I hope you will use all the items I have given you. 

Dee placed the note on the table, sat down, and picked up the small package. After opening the box at its end, she tipped the package over and let the plastic piece slip out onto the table. She smiled as she recognized the toy that came into view. So my husband wants another show with me using this, she thought to herself. Picking up the device she found the switch and turned it on. She had a number of her own toys like this and didn't need a user's manual, thought it was much smaller than most of the others she owned. She turned the vibrator off and placed it back on the table. Rising up, she knew what she needed to do next and walked into the bedroom. 

Dee tried a few sexy items on and finally settled on a bikini. She spent some time combing her hair out and finding the right pair of earrings that would sparkle in the sunlight. She applied a thin layer of lip-gloss and found a gold necklace that matched her earrings. 

Her mind was racing over the past two days, enjoying the mischievous thoughts that were running through her mind. It was good for the two of them to be able to break out of their home routines and do something naughty. This renewed enjoyment and the spontaneous nature of their sexual play was invigorating. It was also reminiscent of their younger years. She had forgotten just how much sexual power she had over her husband before they had kids. And most important, he seemed to enjoy her renewed sexuality as much as she did. This had opened new avenues of adventure that they both could enjoy. She could feel the passion that was theirs in years past.

Dee walked over to the full-length mirror to make any last minute adjustments to her bathing suit. The reflection displayed a few more wrinkles than she could remember, but it also presented a more mature, confident, sexual woman. Dan had commented a number of times on how much he enjoyed her confidence. It excited her to think about his remark. There was something very powerful about being on display for her husband. It thrilled her to think that she would be naked on the deck shortly. One last look in the mirror and she was ready.

Thirty minutes after entering her bedroom she walked out onto the deck wearing her smallest white bikini. Dee scanned the rolling sand dunes and found him sitting in the dunes. She recognized the familiar yellow shirt and green hat that now hid his eyes from her view. She returned his wave.

Dee pulled the chaise lounge over to the middle of the deck and positioned it to face her voyeur. Then walked back into the house to open the bottle and fill her glass with champagne. She put on sunglasses and a large white beach hat that gave her an air of Hollywood. Returning with glass/toy in hand, she walked barefoot onto the deck. Dee placed her two adult items on the deck, sat down and positioned herself so that her voyeur would be able to view her completely. Smiling to herself she sat up in the chair, pulled the string from her bikini top, allowing the material to drift away from her body. She sat back against the lounge, making sure her breasts were visible to her audience. Looking out into the dunes, she saw her photographer now hidden behind his camera. She smiled and pulled both strings to the bottom of her bikini. Slowly, seductively, she pulled the material down her hips and spread her legs for her spectator. Dee reached down, and picked up her new toy. After she turned the toy on, she placed one hand between her legs and the other positioned the vibrator just above her fingers. 

Dee again could feel the excitement build of being naughty outside. The fact that she was on display for anyone walking by, providing that extra thrill that she was starting to enjoy. She stared out towards her cameraman in the dunes; she imagined Playboy was photographing her and her pictures would be featured in next month's magazine. Closing her eyes, she let this fantasy take control as her body started to react to the toy, while her fingers found their way to her clit. 

Masturbating outside was new and exciting to her. She closed her eyes and drifted into her fantasy, letting the toy and her fingers work their magic between her legs. Every so often she would open her eyes, just to check on her voyeur, making sure he was taking pictures and enjoying her show. From what she could see, it looked like she was having the desired effect on him. She closed her eyes again, and thought about being forced to masturbate on the beach for a large group of men that were watching.

When her orgasm came she curled up onto a ball, forcing her body into a fetal position. This orgasm was slow in building, but when it came, it seemed to last forever. She enjoyed the excitement her body was giving her. She let it control her movements and enjoyed the ride. Finally she was able to rest and stretched her legs back down the length of the lounge. Eyes still closed, she let the final waves of her orgasm sweep across her body. 

Dee took two deep breaths, opened her eyes to find that her cameraman still hard at work taking pictures. She rose up, swung her legs around and stood up. Now wearing only her hat and shades, she seductively tiptoed towards the railing completely naked. She watched as her photographer trained his camera on her swaying breasts. She really didn't care if anyone saw her now; she enjoyed what she was doing as she wiggled her boobs in his direction. 

She placed both hands on the top railing, spread her legs slightly, and hoped that he could see the small patch of curly hair that remained just above her pussy. She struck a pose, and pushed her breasts out; making sure the sun presented her puppies to her cameraman. Dee danced lightly in place, slowly moved her head left to right, enjoying the sun's heat on her body. She pushed away from the railing and turned to walk back to the house. Feeling quite sexy, she held her head high, arched her back. She felt like she was a professional model as she glided back through the open sliding glass door. 

Just before she disappeared inside, she stopped, turned, and presented one final view of her naked body. The camera was still hard at work taking pictures. Waving she stepped inside, and out of sight. 

***** ***** ***** *****

The voyeur was hidden in the dunes for well over an hour when he spotted the man walking towards the beach. His heart pounded with anticipation when he recognized this was the same person that was taking pictures from the dunes yesterday. He smiled to himself when he saw the yellow shirt. It was no accident that the voyeur was wearing a similar t-shirt and hat. This actually might happen if she finds the gifts and note I left for her , he thought to himself. He did not have to wait long; there she was at the sliding glass door looking out.

He raised himself up, pulled the hat down slightly to hide his face and waved. She returned the wave and stepped back into the shadows of the room to immerge shortly with a glass that he assumed contained the champagne he had left at the door.

She looked magnificent in the tiniest of bikinis on top of those long, long legs. But he was disappointed to find her face hidden by a hat and sunglasses. He watched as she walked over to the lounge that she had positioned just a few minutes earlier. She was moving a little faster now as she lowered herself into the chair and took off her bikini top.

The camera was already positioned to his eye, allowing him to use the zoom to get a better look at her. She set two items on the deck, spread her legs, and placed one hand on her left hip. She slowly pulled the string back, exposing a small part of the bush that lay between her legs. The show was underway and she was in control. She pulled the second string, which sent his heart racing with anticipation as he watched her slowly pull the material way from her body exposing her pussy completely. Her hand moved between her legs. He worked the camera, first catching one, then two fingers disappearing between the legs. With her free hand, she reached out and picked up the pocket rocket he had given her. She had to use both hands to turn the toy on, but quickly returned her fingers to their position while moving the toy down to help. She laid back in the lounge, closed her eyes, letting her fingers and toy work their magic. It was not long before her lips formed an open circle and her head started to rock back and forth on the lounge. 

He was taking pictures as fast as he could, realizing that she was getting very excited. Her body would twitch every now and then, providing a clear sign of an approaching orgasm. Suddenly her whole body jerked hard as she raised her legs up. She stayed in that position for a bit, seemly trying to regain control of her body. He was very pleased with himself that he was able to record the entire session.

He continued to record her display as she stretched back out across the lounge. He watched as she opened both eyes and stood up. Completely naked she walked towards him to the edge of the deck. She presented her body to him to be photographed. Not missing this opportunity he shot a series of fast pictures to record her every movement. After posing for his camera, she turned, walked slowly towards the door, all the time acting like she was a stripper on a stage that had just finished her act. She turned, looked one last time in his direction and waved goodbye.

He was not sure if the show was over, so he sat there a little longer, just to make sure. He finally lowered his camera, rolled it over to look at the last picture.  I hope the rest of these pictures are as good as this last one, I am going to really enjoy working on them this evening. There are well over a hundred shots here. He thought to himself.  She put on quite a good show and I have the pictures to prove it.

The voyeur reached down to pick up the other items he brought, looked around, making sure he was alone. Satisfied that no one else could see him, he rose, quickly made his way out of the dunes, and away from her house.

***** ***** ***** *****

Dan walked in the front door to find his wife completely naked. She walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her bare breasts against his shirt, planted a wet kiss on his lips.

"Did you enjoy my show?" She asked.

He was puzzled by how she phrased her question. Having figured that she must have misspoke, he answered, "I love all your shows, and I especially love what you are doing now."

Dee was pleased with his response. 

Dan thought his wife was trying to surprise him by being naked, while Dee thought that he had enjoyed her show outside. It didn't matter if he had misunderstood her question, because she was pulling him into the bedroom and he was not about to resist. They both made love that afternoon, but for very different reasons.

***** ***** ***** *****

Later that afternoon, the voyeur had quickly downloaded his pictures to the laptop in his beach house. It wasn't long before he was able to page through the series of shots taken that afternoon.

"These shots are fantastic." speaking out loud, "She has a natural beauty that shows in most of these pictures. He didn't like the hat and glasses at first, but realized that his job would be a little easier because she had worn these items."

It took him a couple of hours to select and modify twenty shots that pleased him. He spent the next hour moving them to a separate folder, preparing for the next phase of his plan.

Speaking out loud as if there were someone else in the room, "I am assuming that these two exhibitionists won't mind what I have planned for them." He was pleased with himself. "I guess we will find out soon enough what they think."



The Beach House Ch. 04



Chapter 4 (Day trippers)

I woke up early the next morning, to a full bladder and an empty bed, the first item being an immediate concern, the second just a disappointment. Although I had a number of plans for the day, there's nothing quite like first of the morning sex to get you up and ready for the day. Since I couldn't do anything about the empty bed, I decided to handle the other problem first.

As I approached the closed bathroom door, I could hear the sound of women's laughter and a running shower. I wasn't sure who was taking a shower right now, but since we'd all been "really good friends" last night, I just walked into the bathroom and took a leak, then continued farther in to see what was up. I could see movement, and hear more women's laughter behind the shower door, so I just opened the door and walked right in.

How interesting. I looked over at four wet and naked women. Three of them I recognized right off, but it took me a few seconds to be able to say the same about the fourth. 

It seemed that Kelly had invited her fellow shower attendant to help demonstrate one of their job functions, using her mother and Heather as the spa clients. Kelly might have taken her own job a little farther than usual, because currently she was quite busy washing the inside of Heather's cunt with her tongue. Heather apparently felt a particular need for receiving as much detail work as possible, she had seated herself on one of the shower's benches and was holding the back of Kelly's head, encouraging her to "wash" more thoroughly. 

I could see the younger woman's tongue darting into Heather's depths, then coming back out to make broad strokes across her lips and clit. Heather likes women almost as much as she does men, so it didn't surprise me to see her getting freely licked by one.

The other girl was doing to Shelley as Kelly had done to me the day before, using her breasts as washcloths, making certain that she reached every possible part of the older woman's face and head. Her hand was down between the Shelley's legs as well, I could tell from where I was standing that at least three of her fingers were moving in and out of Shelley's pussy. 

I stood there observing the scene for a couple of minutes before any of the participants even noticed me, watching as Heather came onto Kelly's face, shuddering in a long orgasm that was the result of all of the attention that she had been receiving.

Kelly was the first to notice me, doing so as she stepped back from Heather, who was quite content to rest in the haze of her recent pleasure. 

"Hey, Jack! You're up!" was all she said before walking over to give me a tight hug and deep kiss, pressing her firm, jutting breasts into my chest as she did so. 

Reaching down to grasp my erect penis, she said, "Ah, you're REALLY up!" 

She continued to rub her wet body along mine, stroking my cock with her hand as she did so. "I was watching you while you fucked Mom last night, did you know that?" she whispered into my ear. "She thought I was asleep when you came in, but I wasn't. You were very gentle with her. I think that she really needed that just then." 

In an even quieter voice she said, "She and Daddy are having some problems right now, and she needs someone to be extra nice to her. Could you be extra nice to my mommy for me Jack?" she asked in a little girl voice. "I would be ever so grateful, and I'm sure that I can pay you back, somehow..."

As she said this, I could hear her mother cumming loudly, the new girl's strumming fingers continuing to play in and around her swollen pussy lips. I knew that Shelley was very sensitive there, as yesterday my face had been in much the same location as this girl's hand was right now. 

Shelley's knees buckled beneath her, and I stepped away from Kelly to help guide her onto the same bench that Heather was sitting on. There were now two dazed and naked women sitting side by side, their eyes half closed in a dreamy post-orgasmic state.

"Hey Kelly! Who've you got here?" said the newcomer. "Can I play with him too?" 

Seeing my face at last, she said "Oh! It's that guy, Jack, isn't it?" 

"Hey Jack! Nice to meet you! I'm Amber!" She said all of this in a voice that reminded me of Minnie Mouse, but her body reminded me of anything but that prim little mouse. 

She was a tiny girl, probably only about 4' 8", and thin. Young, firm, and completely tan, with smallish (34B or so) high mounds that ended in dark nipples. With her small body, her breasts seemed much larger than they were, but not overly so. Her bush was neatly trimmed like Kelly's, although her lips protruded more than Kelly's. Her ass was so flat as to be almost not there.

"Hi, Amber, I'm Jack." I said, awkwardly putting my hand forward. I probably never will quite figure out how you introduce yourself to a naked woman that you've just met. 

"You can just call me Am," she said in her bubbly voice. "and yes, you can play with my boobies, if that's what your hand's out there for? Don't you want to play with both of them though? You'll need both hands for that. Here!" 

With that, she grabbed both of my hands in hers, then, after placing both of my hands over her young breasts, she removed her own. 

"Well, go ahead and rub them! You guys always want to do that first thing, I swear! You can suck them too if you want to. Aren't you going to rub them first, though? Don't you like my boobies Jack? You're not rubbing them!" 

Each sentence came on top of the one before it, like water cascading down a waterfall.

As I stood there holding this young woman's firm tits in my hands, I looked over at Kelly. The expression on my face must have been one of astonishment, because she began to laugh. 

"Welcome to Amberland!" she said. "Go ahead, feel her up, she really does mean it. In fact, I think she likes it when guys do that to her. I'm really not sure that she understands the concept of shaking hands, though." 

So I rubbed the pair of young breasts that had been placed into my hands by this eager girl. I must admit, she had quite a nice rack, not too big or small. 

"Oooh, I like that!" Amber said. "Did you know that I have very sensitive nipples? Yeah, rub that one just a little harder, K? I can cum pretty much every time I wash someone at the spa because of my nipples? I don't even have to fuck them to cum like Kelly does! Of course, if it's a guy with a really big weiner, I usually do fuck them, cuz it just makes me feel all nice inside and stuff? But I don't have to do it with everyone!"

A person could get dizzy trying to keep up with Amber's thought process, I thought to myself. But she did remind me about a question that I wanted to ask. 

"Hey, Am?" I asked. 

"Um, hmm?" she responded. "Can you suck on the left one for me? No I mean the other one, the right one or whatever? I just can't keep them straight! Anyway, could you suck on this nipple here for me? Thanks!" 

I shook my head to clear it, then went ahead to ask my question. 

"I'll do that in just a sec, hon. I noticed that today you washed Kelly's mom with your... boobies... and yesterday you washed Janet with your crotch. I was just wondering why the difference?"

I looked at her, waiting to hear a fire hose of words come out of her mouth that would need to be interpreted. She responded by tapping her right nipple, and giving me an impatient look. Oh yeah, she wanted me to suck it, that's right. 

I glanced again at Kelly, who appeared to be doing all that she could not to burst into laughter. I placed my mouth over the indicated nipple and began to lick and suck it, occasionally gently biting or flicking my tongue across it as well. 

"There you go! Thanks!" said Amber. "Anyways, Janet, Janet. Kelly, who's Janet?" 

"Miss ESP." Kelly responded between giggles. 

"Oh yeah, Miss ESP! K. She's like one of my "special" customers?" 

I stopped working on her nipple just long enough to ask, "You give some people a different performance?" 

Hurrying back to her nipple before she ordered me to do so, I threw in some extra hand rubbing on the other one to distract her.

"Mmmm. That feels really good! You're really good at this, ya know that? Well, yeah, kinda." said Amber. 

"Can you keep a secret?" she whispered to me. With my mouth still locked onto her breast, I nodded my head to indicate that yes, I could keep a secret. 

"I don't really like her." she whispered again. "It's not that I really hate her, not like dragon lady or anything, but she always asks for me when she comes here, and I'd just like not to have to be the one who washes her every time she comes here? Sometimes she even wants me to suck fresh cum out of her cootch, and I'm really not into that "snowball" thing, ya know? And she comes here a lot, too!" 

I moved my mouth over to her other nipple, then nodded again so that she would go on.

"Ooooh. Yeah, right there. Bite, it, will ya? Hey! Could you maybe be a nice guy and rub my clitty a little too while you do that? Thanks! K, where was I?" 

She seemed to have lost track of her thought, that could be a bad sign. For all I knew, she might start over again from the beginning.

"Oh, yeah! So, like, I heard that Miss ESP is coming? Again! And I decided that I wanted to give her a special shower?" 

"Oh, hang on a sec, I'm almost there!" Amber suddenly begin to tense up, biting her lower lip and letting out a series of tiny squeeking mouse-like sounds as her body shook to a small orgasm. 

Immediately after that, like it had never happened, she continued on with her story. "So... I went over to Alex and Kyle, and I asked them to... Hey, did I tell you about my muscles?" 

I wasn't sure what direction she was going in now, but I figured that since I still had three fingers up her pussy and was still rubbing her clit even after she came, it was probably safe to stop sucking on her nipple now. Luckily, I was right this time.  

"Um... No..." I said, lost in the change of subject. "What about your muscles?"

"Well, I have REALLY good muscles" she said, "want to feel 'em?" 

Before I could answer, she pulled herself off of my hand, then spun around so that I was now behind her, leaning over and grabbing her ankles while she spread out her legs, opening her cunt wide in the process. 

"Go ahead, stick it in. I'll show you.". I reached my hand out to feel her "muscles", and she said "No, not your fingers, silly! You won't feel anything that way! Stick your weiner in me!"

By this time, both Heather and Shelley had recovered, and they were intently watching to see what I would do with this invitation. 

"What the hell?" I thought, and drove my shaft between Amber's waiting pussy lips. As soon as I did so, it felt as if I had been grabbed by a powerful hand, squeezing my tool so hard that it almost hurt. 

"Holy shit!" I said, immediately trying to pull back out of the girl. That was much harder than I could ever have thought, but by pushing against her flat bottom and pulling hard, I finally popped back out. This girl gave a whole new meaning to the word "snatch". 

"What the fuck was that!?" I asked Amber.

"I told you! I've got really good muscles!" Amber said. "Put it back in now, K?" 

I looked at her like she was nuts. "Go ahead." she said. "I won't do that again. But I want to show you something else! I've been practicing this with Alex!" 

I slowly pushed back into her waiting hole, careful to give my hands room so that I could pull back out if I had to. This time, I didn't feel like I had been grabbed by the root, but I did feel her muscles tightening around my stiff rod. 

Then, without either one of us moving, the tight feeling travelled up my cock to the very tip, where I suddenly felt a fluttering as if I was being batted by the wings of a small bird. The tightness moved back down to the base of my embedded rod, then once again out to the tip. This time, it felt as if a woman's lips were gently sucking on the tip. This latest sensation lasted for ten or twenty seconds, then the ring of tightness raced back toward, then away from me at high speed. 

I had felt something similar to this last night while I had been inside of Kelly. She had not moved around on my cock while she had been practicing her new-found lapping technique on her mother's cunt, but she had somehow managed to massage my cock enough to have me cum inside of her. 

Both Amber and I remained perfectly still in the shower, as various combinations of these and other sensations continued to travel along the surface of my shaft, until I had been stimulated enough that I began to feel that familiar pressure building up, and I grabbed her tiny hips and felt my release, filling her up with my morning load of seed.

"K! You can pull out now!" said the perky young woman. 

I did so, thinking as I did that she had skills I had never before even imagined. Of course, walking upright seemed to be a skill that should have been beyond her. 

"Now, watch this!" said Amber. 

She squatted down into a crouch, which in most women would have caused the load just deposited into her box to come rushing back out and onto the floor. I didn't see this happen though, in fact not one drop emerged from between her lips. 

As we all watched in fascination, carefully controlled streams of white liquid streamed out of Amber's pussy. She didn't move her body around at all during this time, but after several of these streams, she stood up and moved away from where she had been. 

Written in my semen on the floor of the shower, were the words "Hi Jack!"

"What the... how did you... shit!" was about all I could say to this, as I looked down at the words being washed away by the showers steady spray, amazed.

"So," I began, "you showed us this amazing demonstration because...". 

"Yeah, because, silly!" Amber said, as if this explained everything. 

Seeing my confusion, she sighed, then rolled her eyes. "K. Let me go back then." 

"So, when I heard that Miss ESP was coming, I went over to Alex and Kyle, and I had both of them fuck me real quick like? So that I would be all full of cum and stuff? Kyle cums enough for two people, doesn't he, Kelly?" 

Kelly nodded. 

"Then, I went out and gave Miss ESP her shower, and I was holding all of their stuff inside me? K?" 

She looked up at me, to make sure that I was following her story. "Anyway, when it came time to do her face and her hair and stuff? I did this?" 

And she demonstrated how she could let however much of my cum as she wanted stream out of her pussy, starting and stopping the flow at will.

"Oh, my God." said Shelley. "I think she washed Janet's face with cum!" 

Heather and Shelley burst into hysterical laughter, hugging each other's slippery wet bodies together in order to keep from falling off of their shower bench. 

"Well. Yeah. Like, um, like lots of it, cuz, you know, like Alex AND Kyle?" said Amber. 

"Like I said, I'm tired of having to be the only one who does her all the time!" 

With that last statement, Kelly and I burst out laughing, and Shelley and Heather shook so hard that they could not stay seated on their perch, all four of us ended up sliding down to the shower floor in a heap of naked, laughing, bodies. Amber just looked down at us, trying to figure out what she had said that was so funny.

It was at this exact moment that Curt opened the door to the shower, saying "Did I miss something? Hey, who's this?" 

"Hi, I'm Curt." he said, extending his hand to shake hers. 

Amber sighed and rolled her eyes, and the rest of us just laughed even harder.

We were finally able to make our way out of the shower. Although Curt did of course rub Amber's "boobies", she didn't make him do any more than that. She did give him his morning shower though, complete with the same ending I had received from his daughter yesterday. I decided not to mention that part of the regular spa routine to him just now though.

We all realized that we were hungry, and I called down to have room service deliver a full buffet breakfast to the room, so that we wouldn't have to all get dressed and go downstairs. I have to admit that I was looking forward to eating breakfast with four naked women. It was a habit that I could really start to get used to, given enough practice time.

I was walking out of the bathroom just as the woman who had delivered the last cart was turning to leave. It was Marly, who had also served lunch to Heather and I at the diner yesterday. I gave her a little wave and said "Hi!"

She just looked at me stonily, then turned around and stormed out into the hall. 

"Wow." said Curt. "Did you run over her dog driving up here or something?" 

"I don't know." I replied, confused. "She seemed nice enough yesterday." 

"Nice?" Curt said. "She was a stone cold bitch from the minute she came up here with the cart. I think that woman has a deep hatred of men." 

This did not seem at all like the playful woman I had met yesterday. Turning to breakfast, I put her out of my mind.

After we had all eaten, I put out the question that I had been wondering about since last evening.

"Does anybody have plans for the day?" 

"We were talking about that before you joined us in the shower." said Heather. "It's kind of a vacation, so we think we're just going to go veg out. Maybe lay on the beach, or by the pool or something."

"I know of a private beach where you could do that." I said. "We would be the only people there. Anyone want to go?" 

Five hands shot into the air, including Amber's. "Can I bring someone?" she asked, timid for a change. 

"Me too?" asked Kelly. 

"Sure, why not!" I said, a little disappointed, then realizing that four to two odds might have been a bit long for Curt and I after all. 

With squeals of delight, the four women all piled up on me, giving me hugs and kisses. Someone even got in a few squeezes to my cock, but I couldn't tell which one of the four it was. Kelly and Amber quickly got dressed and headed out to get ready, while the rest of us split up into our own rooms to do the same.

"Oh, no!" came the shout from the other side of the bathroom. "They're ruined! What am I going to do now?" 

Heather and I ran into Curt and Shelley's room to see what was wrong. 

"My swimsuits! I store them all in one place, and something got in there! They're ruined!" 

It appeared that some kind of insect or animal that liked the taste of Shelley's swimsuits had indeed destroyed the fabric in each piece. Looking at the remains, however, I noticed that my unspoken assumption about her had been correct. These were old, motherly, and definitely out of style. Heather and Shelley started looking through the mess to see if they could salvage anything out of it.

"Uh, Shelley? I have a confession to make." I said, quickly adding, "No, no, I didn't cause that problem, but I may have solved it for you." 

Shelley looked at me, slowly crossing her arms over her towel-covered mounds. "So then, just what is the confession?" she asked, starting to look just a bit angry. 

"Remember the bra and panties I told you not to wear last night?" 

Her eyes began to narrow even more, not liking where she thought I might be going. 

"I, uh, "borrowed" them for a little while. Just a sec, I'll be right back!"

When I returned from our room, she appeared not to have moved an inch. She was in angry Mom mode right now. 

"OK." I said, holding out the shopping bags that had been stowed in our closet. "Here, these are for you." 

Shelley angrily took the bags from me, but her hardness melted when she looked inside of them. Slowly sitting down on one side of the bed, her eyes began to tear up as she pulled several brand new, (some very skimpy) bikinis out and placed them onto the bed beside her. 

Looking up at me with wet, questioning eyes, she said, "Where did these come from? How did you know my size?"




The Beach House Ch. 04



Chapter Four -- Unexpected Pictures 

It was two days later when Dan found the note. He was taking the garbage out when he saw the white envelope under the car's windshield wiper. After dumping the trash in the bin, he grabbed the note and opened it up. It was a short typed note: 

 Take a look at www.mynakedwoman.com. Look under the real-time link and you might see something of interest. 

That was enough to peak his interest. He knew the note did not come from his wife, and was not sure why he was receiving it. 

Later that same day Dee announced that she needed to run to the grocery store to get a few items for dinner. She dressed, kissed her husband goodbye, and took the car. 

Dan, realizing that this time was about good as any other, located his laptop and fired it up. He sat back and let the machine fully boot up, then quickly logged on, entering his password on the screen. He located his notes on how to connect to a wireless router and found the name of the one used in the rental unit. After that he selected the browser and brought up his home page. He carefully typed in the URL 'www.mynakedwoman.com' and waited as the screen painted. Finding the link, he clicked on it. A new page displayed with individual pictures of naked women, each with a different name. As he scanned the page his eyes stopped upon a picture that looked strangely like his wife. Moving the cursor over the picture he realized that it was another link and he doubled-clicked again. This time a new page of pictures appeared, each of the same woman that he could swear was Dee, he just was not sure where these were taken. As he studied each picture he recognized the deck to their rental and the lounge chair on which she laid naked. Each picture showed her playing with herself and getting more excited. Dan was getting very nervous, because he understood that these were pictures of his wife and wondered when these pictures were taken. The good news, if there was any, was her face was hidden behind shades and a hat, such that she really could not be identified. But who took these pictures and when? 

Dan studied each photograph. On the bottom of each picture was a caption, stating something dirty about what she was doing. It also read as if this person enjoyed being her voyeur. Finally Dan found some text at the top of the page that read:  If her boyfriend sees these pictures, he should me at Joe's Thursday at noon to get answers. I will be wearing a large cowboy hat and will answer to the name of Jack. 

Dan knew of a little bar named JOE's down the road just off the island. Could this be the same bar referred in the note? There was only one way to find out, and that meant he would have to wait one more day.

He went back to the pictures and studied them for more clues. At first he was furious that someone had seen his naked wife and took these pictures. But as she moved from one picture to the next he realized that his fantasy was playing out on the WEB, he was enjoying her exhibitionism. His anger was morphing into excitement. The fact that his wife was naked on the internet didn't hurt either. This was something he dreamt about doing, would never have done on his own, but now here she was for all to see. It excited him to think other men could be lusting over his wife.

There were still questions that needed to be answered. Dan would find an excuse to see this man alone on Thursday, but he was not sure how he would get away by himself to do so.

***** ***** ***** *****

It was fast approaching noon on Thursday when Dan announced that he needed to drive into town for a beer run. Dee looked up from her magazine, blew him a kiss, and waved him on. Dan flew out of the house; he was a man on a mission. 

Twenty minutes later the car was off the island, and he was parking in front of Joe's. Inside, the bar was dark, even though it was a bright sunny day outside. It took just a minute for Dan's eyes to adjust and then scan the room. There were three people drinking at the bar, none wearing a hat. Dan turned to the left, spotted one individual way in the back, sitting in a booth, under a cowboy hat, staring at him. He walked over to the table and asked, "Are you Jack?"

"Yes, please have a seat. I am glad you found my note. I see you came alone; I was hoping that beautiful creature might be with you." A large manila envelope was sitting in front of him on the table.

His comment was not received well by Dan; he bit his tongue, placed his anger in check, and sat down. "Those pictures on-line are of my wife, right?"

"Right."

"How did you get them?"

"Well, there's a story there, and you actually helped."

"How could I have possibly helped?" Dan was confused and still angry.

"You put on quite a show Saturday night, so I came back the next day, only to catch a new show in the afternoon. I noticed that you were taking pictures from the dunes, so I conjured up a plan that I thought might work."

"What plan? And how did you get my wife to pose nude for you on the deck."

"I left a gift at your door with a note. Then I found a spot in the dunes and waited."

"Waited for what?"

"Waited for your wife to read the message and come out to pose."

"Wait a minute, you left a note at my door which asked my wife to come outside to pose naked, and she did?"

"Well, not exactly. I wrote the note to sound like you wrote it. In the note you ask her to come out and pose as she did before. She thought the note was from you and then she obliged me."

"You tricked her."

"I guess you might say that, and you would be correct. I am sure the champagne may have helped her with the decision."

Dan had wondered how he got her to pose nude for him. Now he had a pretty good idea that this guy pulled it off without her knowing."

"So you took the pictures, moved them to the internet, and left me a note. Is that correct?"

"That is correct."

"Now I guess you want money from me. How much do you want for the pictures?" Thinking that this was now a blackmail session.

"Money? I don't want any money from you. I have a proposition that I need to talk to you about."

"There is nothing to talk about, except those pictures." Rationalizing that this guy must want some sexual favor if he did not want money.

"Actually there is a proposition that I would like to present to you and your wife."

"There will be no talking to my wife about this. This topic is only between you and me." Dan sternly announced.

"Okay, let me explain. I am a professional photographer. I have shot a number of magazine covers, allowing me to work with many beautiful women over the years. I have photographed hundreds of gorgeous women, but I grew tired of the plastic bodies and fake boob jobs. I started to focus on natural women, and moved away from the pros. Now that I know she is your wife, this makes this next step all that easier. I would like to hire your wife as my model."

Now Dan was confused, but still angry, so did not know how to react to this offer. He had expected to be extorted and now he was hearing that this man would pay money for Dee to model. But the catch remained for his wife to stand in front of him naked. Dan's mind was racing in overtime. He had always fantasized about someone else photographing his wife; now here was the chance for his fantasy to come true. He was not ready to let this opportunity slip away. "So you want to pay my wife to pose for you nude. Is that correct?"

"Yep, exactly."

"And what will you do with these pictures, once you have them?"

"Well, you saw my WEB site. Having more pictures of your beautiful wife will help to bring others to my site to purchase items that I sell. I must tell you that from the comments I have received, she is really is a big hit. They want to see more of her. All of her, if you know what I mean." Jack ended with a smile.

Dan more than understood what this man wanted to do, and he knew the answer he would get from his wife. But there was this naughty excitement that was growing in his pants that had taken charge of his brain. "What if she says no?"

"Well, no means no, and I would have to pull all of her pictures from my site."

Dan saw where this was going, and he was not sure he was ready for it to end, at least not yet. Rolling his eyes Dan finally said, "Let me talk to her and see what she says. I am not sure where this will go, but if it does not go well it would be best that you stay in the shadows and not talk to her. How can I get in touch with you?"

It was not the answer Jack was hoping to hear, but it certainly was not a negative answer. Thinking quickly he added, "Do you remember the wooden bench at the end of your path to the beach?"

"Yes".

"Place your note in an envelope under the bench with my name on it and I will find it. Will that work for you?"

"Yes, that will work for me, except I don't know your real name."

"You have my real name. I am Jack. What is yours?"

"Dan."

"I have made copies of all the pictures I took of your wife and they are in this envelope. Please take them as a gift from me to the two of you to enjoy. I will wait your answer, hoping it will be positive."

Both men slid out of the booth and stood up. Jack handed the pictures to Dan. Jack reached out to shake Dan's hand. Dan took the package, saw Jack's hand, and extended his own. 

"I hope to hear from you soon." Jack added. Then turned and walked out of the bar. 

Dan stood with the package in his hands, letting his mind work in overtime. There were a lot of things he need to work out in his head, but first he need to get home. He walked out of the bar and got into his car. Not wanting Dee to see these pictures, he opened the package. Sitting in the parked car, Dan took out the pictures. Moving through them quickly he looked down upon his beautiful wife lying naked outside with a vibrator planted between her legs. Some of the pictures he recognized from the WEB site, but there were a few new pictures. Many more shots of his wife, clearly showing her face and the enjoyment she was having. After all these years he didn't know she was such an exhibitionist, but these outside photographs clearly defined her as such. And they excited him to look at each picture. She was on display for the whole world to see. His mind was racing towards a few conclusions. He was not ready to show her these pictures yet. He realized the potential in having Jack take more photographs. The question now was, would she agree or would she disappoint him by saying NO. He was not ready to take that chance yet. He wasn't sure what he would do next, except he needed to get home quickly to Dee.

Dan put the car into drive and sped back to the beach house. He ran into the house, found his wife, picked her up and kissed her. 

She was surprised by his actions. He quickly stripped her of her clothing standing in front of a large open window. In no time she was naked. He kissed her with passion. She was enjoying how he thrust himself upon her. He turned her around and placed her hands on the glass. There would be no orgasm for her today; only for him. Something had gotten into her husband that made him horny and he was going to have his way with her.

She was being forced to stand completely naked in front of a floor to ceiling window. Dan stood behind her running his hands up her body, and playing with her breasts. At one point Dee tried to turn around to kiss him, but he grabbed her waist, held tight, making sure her charms remained on display to anyone walking by. She could almost swear that he was doing this on purpose; presenting her body to anyone watching outside. 

Dan looked out over the dunes, fantasizing that a number of couples were watching as he played with her at the window. He also imagined that Jack was outside taking pictures of the two of them making love as he slipped inside her from behind. That last thought alone was enough to bring him to a quick orgasm. He held her breasts, not letting her move from the window as he enjoyed his orgasm on top of his wobbling legs. After slipping out of her, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. They would lie together; take a short afternoon nap, tight in each other's arms. As Dan fell asleep, Dee smiled to herself, wondering what came over him to do this. This was exciting, but completely out of character for her husband.

***** ***** ***** *****

Later that evening, as the sun was setting, Dan found time to clear his head and think. He had taken another look at the pictures while Dee prepared dinner. They were great pictures and he knew he wanted more. The fact that the pictures were posted on the WEB only excited him further. He had his answer for Jack. He wanted Jack to take more picture of his wife and put them on that site.

After dinner he wrote his message, strolled down the beach by himself, to place the envelope under the bench. In the note were instructions to Jack on what needed to happen next. Dan walked quickly back to the house after hiding the note. There were a few things that need to happen before Dee's next modeling session.



The Beach House Ch. 04



"From your bra and panties." I said softly. "I wanted to go to a private beach, just the four of us, and I thought that you might look really good in something that fit who you are today instead of who you thought you were yesterday." 

So I had the concierge get one of the girls from the hotel staff to go shopping last night."

"These are beautiful." she said quietly. "Oh God! No way am I going to get into THIS one!" she exclaimed, holding up three pieces of cloth and string that barely filled her hand. 

"There's no 'here' here." 

"Bring them all anyway," I said, "we'll sort out what you wear once we get on the boat." 

All three of my companions said "Boat?" at the same time, looking at me questioningly. 

"Well, yeah." I said. "When you go to a private island, you have to take a boat!" 

All three began to talk at once. "Where is this island? How big is the boat? Will it really be just us?" Plus a thousand other questions, spoken and not. 

"Let's just get ready to go." I said. "I'll answer all of that once we get under way."

When we got down onto the docks, everybody began to head towards the right side, where all of the mid and large size pleasure boats were moored. Heather knew me well, so she stayed with me as I turned to the left instead. 

The others got quite a ways down before realizing that they really didn't know where they were going, turning around to ask me which boat we were taking out. They did so just as Heather and I climbed aboard the 72-foot Hatteras that I'd had my pilot, Freddie, run up from home the night before. 

In case you're wondering about this, let's just say that although I do not worship money, I am in absolutely no danger of running out of it any time soon, and leave it at that.

They all came running towards us, certain that I had just gone that way in order to ogle the larger boats, but the entire group stopped short when they saw me catch Freddie's attention. 

She quickly came over to Heather and I in her crisp white uniform, giving each of us a big hug in welcome. 

"The galley and bar are fully stocked, Jack." she said. "Everything that you requested has been made ready for you and your party. Will you be requiring my services further this morning?" 

Freddie knows that sometimes I like to simply sit back and entertain, while others I like to be the captain of the boat as well as the host. 

"I think I'll take her out myself today Freddie." I said. "You could stay and join us as a passenger, or I've arranged housing for you at the Beach House where we've been staying." 

"I think I'll pass on the invite, but thank you." Freddie said. 

"Just go up and find the concierge then, he can get you all settled in for the rest of the weekend. Feel free to enjoy the entire hospitality of the place as my guest, it's all been arranged. We'll be out for the better part of the day, but I'll let you know later about tomorrow."

By this time, the others had joined us on small back deck, their eyes wide in shock at the boat they were going to be on for the day. 

Freddie nodded to each in greeting as she departed, then turned and made her way back up from where we had come. The two younger men watched Freddie's receding figure with a great deal of interest, jabbing each other with their elbows as they did so. 

I heard Kyle say "Dude, I could sure require her services."

With his first words to me since I had met him, Alex showed himself to be a near perfect match for Amber. "Dude! Nice boat! Can we check it out?" 

I nodded my approval, and the four young people quickly went into the boat's interior on an exploration. 

Shaking his head in disbelief, Curt looked at Heather and I, saying "This boat is beautiful, Jack. Is it yours?" 

"Today," I said, "she belongs to all of us. Consider it your home for the day." 

"Grab a drink, or a girl, or both, and feel free to wander around. I need to get ready to cast off." 

Curt and Shelley then followed the others into the salon, hopefully making themselves at home as I had suggested. Heather, having been aboard before, helped me to ready the boat for launch, then joined the others as I climbed up to the flybridge to get under way.

As we made our way from the dock toward open water, I glanced back at the Beach House. Noticing someone that seemed to be waving energetically in our direction, I retrieved my binoculars, focusing them upon the waving figure. 

It appeared to be Marly, but I had to watch her for a while to be certain. Considering her earlier response to my greeting in the room, I figured that she must be waving to someone on one of the other boats, certainly not to me. I studied her further through the binoculars for a moment, wondering why her apparent attraction towards me in the diner had changed so dramatically. 

Yesterday, I had only noticed that she was dark colored, with a little more study I could take time to study her features. She looked to be oriental, or maybe of some other Pacific islander heritage. Too bad she was turning all psycho on me, I would have enjoyed getting to know her better. 

Turning back around to concentrate on the task at hand, I passed the "No Wake" bouy line, increasing power and heading out across the wide blue expanse towards the islands just dotting the horizon. We had almost two hours of cruising ahead of us. I programmed the auto pilot and we got under way.

I was alone with my thoughts for a while, and I took the time to try and organize my feelings. I dearly love Heather and want to be with her always, but neither of us is exclusive, we both had both known that for quite some time. Even with that in mind though, this weekend had made me realize that she had been living a secret life ever since going to work for PeopleCo.

The way the company worked, although not normal, didn't really bother me that much. The problem was that Heather had never even bothered to tell me about any of it. Even though we weren't exclusive to one another, we had never lied to each other about our sex lives. I was feeling very betrayed just then.

Which made the thought that I believed that I was falling in love, or at least in lust, with Shelley a little more palatable. Although that in itself seemed like an interesting prospect, I had also grown to like and respect Curt in the short time that I had known him. He may be quite willing to share his wife with me while they were on this retreat, but that could change just as soon as they got back to the real world. 

Kelly intrigued me as well. She was obviously very smart, not to mention drop-dead sexy. If I were to pay more attention to Kelly, would her mother view that as not wanting to be with her? Regardless of last night's events, how would Curt see me if I made moves against both his wife and his daughter? This was a lot to think about, and I felt that no answers would be coming quickly.

I noticed some motion on the deck beside me, and observed all four ladies parading out from the cabin onto the sun pad that I had requested be added to the front of the boat. All were wearing bikinis and carrying towels. 

Grabbing out a digital camera that I kept stowed near the wheel, I began taking pictures of the group, as well as of each woman as they arranged themselves in a line.

They had apparently been checking out what I had purchased, both Shelley and Amber were wearing new suits. Shelley had chosen a suit that fell somewhere between daring and modest, it revealed her bust and ass nicely, but no more than was necessary, still, they were certainly not hidden completely from view. The suit was still much more flattering than any that she had brought from home. 

Amber had apparently found the little micro-bikini that Shelly had held up earlier, and in barely covering up her assets it made them just that much more evident. Heather wore a similar tiny bikini that I recognized as coming from her own wardrobe, while Kelly's tastes went to something about halfway between her mother's tastes and the other two. 

They lay down with their heads pointing forward, the wind being blocked by the leading edge of the sun pad, so not only did I have a wonderful view of their upward pointing chests, I had full view of each ladies barely covered pussies as well. 

I spotted at least two cameltoes, and in Amber's case, the bottom of her suit had already become invisible as it creeped up between her lips. I made sure to take more pictures of all four girls with my camera, some zoomed quite close in.

Returning the camera to its storage place, I continued to gaze upon the varied array of women's attributes displayed upon the deck before me, enjoying the view as much as any other red-blooded male would. 

So intent was I on the women in front of me that I didn't even notice Curt come up to join me, until an ice-cold beer was held against the side of my neck. 

"I thought you could use this." he said, looking down at the women below. "My God," he said, "just look at that view!" 

I assumed that he wasn't talking about the water or the shore, which only left one thing. 

"You know, Jack," he began, "I don't know how you did it yesterday, but it's been a long time since I've seen Shelley so happy." 

"I watched you talk her down from an emotional ledge yesterday, one that I haven't been able to help her off of no matter how hard I've tried."

"I hope it's OK," he went on, "but she made me give her a quickie in one of the bedrooms below while everyone else was checking out the boat. She just closed the door, pulled her shorts off, and rode me like a bronc rider for five minutes." 

"She hasn't done that for years, and I've missed it." He sighed deeply, obviously this was hard for him to say. "We haven't felt so close for a very long time, and I think that you've had a big part in that." 

I looked into his face without comment, as I took a long pull from the ice cold beer he had delivered. 

"This may seem a bit forward to you, I know it sure does to me, but I would very much like it if you could come visit Shelley from time to time after we leave this place."

I looked directly at Curt. What could I say? That I had just been thinking about how I would not only like to fuck his wife, but his young daughter as well? I chose my words carefully. 

"Curt, you're right. There's definitely an attraction between Shelley and I. I would imagine that it's pretty hard to miss. I think that she's a fascinating and complicated woman." 

"I want you to know that I don't sneak around, and I don't think that Shelley ever would either." I went on. "So if you're saying this just because you think it would happen anyway, then you can stop right there, because that would never happen." 

I stopped talking, taking another long pull from my beer. 

"No," he said, "I think that she, I mean "we" need this. And I think that you wouldn't hurt either one of us, not on purpose anyway." 

"And," he said with a grin, "Heather's one hell of a fine lay too now, isn't she?"

"Ah." I said, grinning back at him. "Now we're getting to it, aren't we? So this is just your dastardly plan to keep Heather up close and personal." 

He laughed at that, even admitting to it. "Well, I'd have to say to you that I would not kick her out on a cold night. And if the price for that is that I'd have to take more long rides on big-ass boats like this to make that happen, well then, I guess I'll just have to suffer through that hell, won't I?" 

"Seriously though, you don't mind, I mean about Heather and that?" I shook my head to let him know that, no, I did not mind.

Still serious, he tossed yet another bombshell in my direction. "What happened in the hot tub last night, that was the first time I've ever even considered doing anything like that with Kelly. I love my daughter, but I just can't be doing things like that, it isn't who I am." 

It was clear that he had agonized over this subject. "At least I'm comfortable now, having her be naked around me, and me around her, but Jesus, Jack! So..." 

I began to speak, but he held up his hand. "No, hold off a second, let me finish. I can see that Kelly really likes sex. It's hard to think of your little girl like that, but there it is." 

"Do you think that you could, I don't know, do what you can to keep her happy for me too?"

"Uhhh... Jeez Curt," I started to say, then changed my mind. 

"That would be up to Kelly, I think. But just like I wouldn't sneak around behind your back, I wouldn't do that to Shelley either. This arrangement would have to be up front for all four of us. OK?" 

We just looked at each other, then he nodded his head in agreement. 

"I'll tell you one thing though." I continued. "If you are having those feelings for Kelly but don't want to actually do that, you should think about trying out Amber. She might not have two brain cells to rub together, but she was made for sex." 

"Yeah, I think I might just do that!" he said, turning to his own thoughts, but in doing so revealing what some of those forbidden thoughts might be.

Hearing voices behind us, I looked back and noticed that the "boys" were coming out of the cabin and into the aft seating area. I signaled for Curt to stay quiet, and we listened in on their conversation. The sweet aroma of pot came drifting up along with their voices. 

"Dude," said Alex, "That is one fantastic line of woman flesh out there. I could go down on the whole line from one to the next, and I'd be happy all day!" 

"No shit dude." said Kyle. "Me too, man. That Heather is one hot piece, too! I'd bang her in a second. Do ya think that Jack would mind?" 

"Dude, I'd let you do her, no problem!" said Alex. "But I want a piece of that MILF up there. Kelly's one hot chick, ya know, but, like, I kinda like those more experienced women, ya know, man? I'm getting hard just thinking about that one, man." 

"Oh yeah, you're right, dude." replied Kyle. "That is one fine MILF all right! Maybe Curt would let me do her after you, or maybe he'd let us DP her."

I looked over at Curt, who was looking at me. 

"Dude!" I whispered. "I wonder if Shelley would feel better, or worse, if she had heard them talking about her like that?" 

He shook his head, "Jeez, Jack, I don't know. It kind of makes what you and I were just talking about seem kind of trivial." 

I smiled back at him. "Don't worry, Curt. I'll handle your wife for you this time, and if she doesn't want anything to do with these guys, I kind of think that she can decide that for herself."

Looking back out over to view the ladies in question, I noticed that they had now rolled over onto their fronts, eliminating the view that we had been previously granted. 

"Such a shame." I told Curt, but I admired the smooth lines of their backs as I said it. 

Looking further out, then down at the GPS map, I realized that we were only about twenty minutes away from the island. I showed Curt how to take care of the boat, which isn't really as hard in open water as you might think. With all of the gizmos hooked up to the auto pilot, my main job is to stand up there looking captainly, the computer does just about everything else. 

I went down the front stairs into the galley, grabbing four beers and checking to see what Freddie had stowed to eat, then went back topside, handing Curt one beer and calling the other two up to join us. The ladies had all rolled back over onto their backs, and the four of us openly enjoyed the view from above.

I turned to Alex and Kyle. "Guys, the rules from the house extend onto this boat. With one exception." 

They both groaned, thinking that they knew what that probably meant. 

"The exception is that if a lady says no, that's the end of it. I don't care if you two have fun with Heather, and right now she's probably open to just about anything. I'm also pretty much sure that Curt is the same with Shelley, but it's up to the ladies, not us. Got that?" 

They both looked at me, then over at Curt, making certain that we were both in agreement, that I had just told them they could take their shot with our companions. Curt said nothing, which they took to mean that he was on board with this. 

I reached into the storage compartment and retrieved three small, waterproof, digital cameras, handing one to each man. 

"Take whatever pictures you feel like. You can have any copies you want," I said, "but I get these back at the end of the day. OK?" 

All three agreed, taking a camera, then, almost as one person, pointing them towards the sun pad. I didn't tell them that I already had much better pictures of that view than what they would be getting.

As we neared the island, I stopped off-shore from the leeward side of the island, just inside the reef, dropping the anchor once we reached a safe spot. I could have just told the boat to do all of this, but sometimes you just like to feel in charge. 

The women of course noticed that we had stopped, standing up and looking at the island, then back at the four of us. Smiling and waving when they noticed the cameras, they paraded in a line down along the rail, climbing up the back stairs to join us up top. The guys took pictures of the parade as it passed.

"Whatcha got there?" asked Heather. "Have you naughty boys been spying on us innocent women?" 

"I'm hot!" said Amber. "Anybody up for a swim?" 

"I'll go in." said Kelly, "But Am, that suit isn't made to actually go IN the water." 

"K!" replied Amber, reaching around and releasing each of the knots holding the suit up. She stood before us all, naked once again. "Will this do?" 

"It'll do for me!" shouted Curt, as he quickly shucked off his own suit, sprinted over to Amber, threw her naked body over his shoulder, and began carrying her down the back stairs. 

"Help! Help!" she cried out in mock fear. "A pirate is going to take me back to his place and have his way with me!" 

Curt threw her into the water, then jumped off the back of the boat and joined her there. As soon as he came back up for air, Amber swam over to him, hugging him close and pressing her tits against his chest. 

"He has a big sword too, and he's just about to stab me with it!" she shouted, laughing.

Shelley looked at the rest of us as she began to remove her own swim suit. "I don't know about the rest of you, but my husband is about to be eaten up by a shark! I need to go rescue him!" 

Once naked, she pushed out from the upper deck, clearing the back of the boat as she entered the water in a clean dive. With a rush, the rest of us all stripped down and dove into the water as well. I was last, remembering to make certain there would be a way back onto the boat. 

The eight of us played around in the warm water for a while, splashing each other, sometimes dunking. We were constantly swimming in and around each other, taking any opportunity to grope one another whenever we could get close enough. At one point, each of my hands was pushed up inside of two different pussies at the same time, when I felt someone else's hand take a firm hold on my hard cock. 

We laughed, and screamed, and played water games seen and unseen, until Kelly asked out loud "Is there any lunch on that boat?"

For some reason, I glanced over at her parents when she asked this question. They were floating a little separate from the rest of us, Curt just behind Shelley, his hands rubbing her breasts. I noticed a subtle but regular rise and fall in the way that she was floating, and figured she was probably getting another quickie from her husband. 

They appeared to be having a conversation while he was pumping himself in and out of her, I noticed both of them looking my way occasionally as they spoke, and I saw her nod at something that he had said. From what I could tell of her responses, I figured that he was probably telling her about our earlier conversation. 




The Beach House Ch. 04



When she glanced over at Heather, I was even more sure of the subject. Heather was being tightly held in Alex's arms, her tiny breasts between them. She too appeared to be rhythmically rising and falling in the water, which made me think about what Alex and Kyle had been talking about earlier. I wondered if Alex would get more than just a quick fuck out in the water from her, but that was his problem. From what I had learned about Heather recently though, he didn't have much of a problem.

Kelly came up behind me as I watched the other two couples, pushing my head under the water just then. When I surfaced, sputtering for air, she calmly asked me if I needed any mouth-to-mouth. 

Before I could get my bearings, she hugged her young body against me, giving me deep kisses, grabbing my stiff rod in one hand and rubbing up and down its shaft, much as she had done earlier in the shower. 

Breaking the kiss, she said "Looks like Daddy's getting lucky. Again. More for you later. I really am hungry though. I'm serious. Where's the food?" 

She began swimming for the boat, with me following close behind her. As she climbed up the ladder, I reached up and spanked her bare wet ass, getting a shout of surprise from above and a great view of her pussy from below. 

The others soon joined us, first Amber and Kyle, then the rest several minutes after that. I assumed that they had probably remained in the water in order to finish up their business.

Freddie had packed enough food for twice as many people as we had on board, everyone choosing their favorites from the cold-food spread that had been stowed away in the refrigerator. Salads, sandwiches, fruits, and desserts of every type were all available. 

After lunch, Shelley asked me if we could go ashore and take a walk, and Kelly and Alex asked if they could come as well. I put the inflatable runabout into the water, and the four of us headed for shore, leaving the others lounging around the cabin eating, drinking, and playing video games on the large-screen TV.

Since we were already naked from our swim and hadn't bothered to dress for lunch, the four of us decided that we would all just remain that way on the island as well. We felt like natives once we were on the beach, as if we were the only people left in the world. 

Shelley said that she wanted to talk to me alone, so Kelly and Alex dropped behind us a ways. She reached out to place her hand in mine, and we strolled down the sand together with our fingers locked together.

"I hear you and Curt had a little talk on the way out here," Shelley said quietly, "and that he told you to come over any time that you want." 

I couldn't quite put my finger on the tone of her voice. It wasn't really pissed off royally, but she didn't sound overly happy either. Just neutral. I was now having to navigate this same minefield for the second time today, and it was starting to get on my nerves. I decided to keep my voice like hers, hoping that it was the right choice. 

"Is that what you want, or is it what Curt wants?" 

She looked straight at me with a tear in one eye, asking "How about what you want, Jack? Wouldn't there be any reason why you might want to come over?" 

I almost made a joke, along the lines of "Well yeah, but Kelly can't be home all the time", but I thought better of it. I stopped walking, grabbing her other hand and pulling her soft body into mine. "I would love to be with you, any time, anywhere. But Curt is your husband, and my friend, and I'll tell you what I told him." 

"None of this goes on in secret. I won't cheat on a friend, no matter how much I lust after his wife."

"You... lust after me Jack?" asked Shelley slowly. "As in, you would take me right here and now, if you just had somewhere to do it?" 

"Well, yeah." I replied. "Haven't you figured that out yet?" 

She looked at me slyly, then glanced back at Kelly, who had stopped with Alex far a ways back. "And what about my sexy daughter back there? Do you lust after her too?" 

"Uh..." I said. "I can control that though. I just told you, I won't cheat on a friend. That includes cheating on you with Kelly." 

"So... if I say it's OK to have sex with my daughter, you would do that too?" she asked.

"Uh..." I said. I was having a really hard time figuring out her mood, and I didn't know how to answer the question. 

She leaned her face into mine, giving me a long kiss that caused my rapidly deflating cock to suddenly reverse course. Then, breaking the kiss and laughing at me, she said, "Come with me. I saw something in the woods as we were coming into shore." 

We crossed into the shade of the trees, and it took my eyes a little while to adjust. Once they did though, I saw what she had spotted earlier. In front of us stood a small beach cabin, its front door standing open. 

I couldn't see the interior, but Shelley pulled me toward it. The temperature dropped from hot to comfortable inside the house. I could see a sofa in the front room, and a queen size bed in the room beyond. Shelley lay down on the bed, pulling me down on top of her body, inviting me to enjoy it however I pleased. 

We repeated our explorations from the hot tub the night before, our hands and mouths going from place to place on each other's bodies, rubbing here, licking there. pinching somewhere else entirely. Each of my hands was holding onto one of her heavy mammaries, and I was moving my mouth towards a nipple when I remembered that I had promised her a hard fuck. 

I asked her if she was ready for me to pay on that debt. Her eyes full of lust, she nodded her head yes. Then, without a word she got up onto her hands and knees, her feet just reaching over the edge of the bed, inviting me to take her from behind.

No sooner did she do this then Kelly and Alex came into the room. They had apparently been out on the sofa fooling around, and decided that now would be a good time to merge our two activities. 

Kelly clambered underneath her mother's body, using pillows to raise her face just below Shelley's begging pussy. While reaching up to rub one of Shelley's sensitive tits in each hand, Kelly's tongue snaked its way up and along the slit before her, paying extra attention to its tiny, sensitive nub. 

I chose the moment that she drew her mother's love button into her mouth to push my hard cock into the soft hole of wetness that was just above it, my balls brushing across Kelly's eyes and nose as I slowly eased in. 

Shelley had decided to return her daughter's attentions, lowering her face into Kelly's own dripping box, her tongue doing it's best to provide the younger version of herself with the same pleasure she herself was receiving.

I was gentle as I first entered Shelley, but soon it would be time to be not so gentle, I'd told her that she was going to get a hard fuck, and I certainly planned on delivering on that promise. 

Kelly continued to lick all around her mother's hole as I slowly began to increase the strength and tempo of my thrusts, but the younger woman was finally forced to reach around, grabbing her mother's ass tightly with both hands, so that her head would move at the same time as Shelley's body. 

Alex had been standing back watching all of this and using the little camera I had given him, but he finally decided to join in on the fun, climbing up on the bed and aiming his cock towards Kelly's available cunt. 

As soon as she saw what was coming her way though, Shelley reached down and grabbed his stiff member, bringing it up to her lips and sucking it into her mouth. Alex took this detour in stride, pushing his cock well down the older woman's throat, but coming back out sometimes to get the benefit of her talented tongue as well.

With her body impaled on each end by men's cocks, I decided it was time to begin giving Shelley's the pounding that I owed her. Shelly gasped for air around Alex's cock, and began crying out in pleasure from the beating I was now delivering to her. Alex pulled out of Shelley's mouth so that she could breathe, then drove into her daughter's dripping cunt just a few inches below. The mixed sounds we were all making were loud, and wet, and primal.

"Fuck me harder! Make me feel used! I want to feel used!" Shelley was crying out the first time that she came. 

She and her daughter had both stopped even trying to reach each other with their tongues, but they could use still their fingers to rub all around the pounding cocks, squeezing and massaging each other's clits as Alex and my hard tools drove themselves deep inside them. After several more minutes of my cock pounding into Shelley's abused cunt, she stiffened up a second time, screaming out in another release of her intense need to cum. 

I was beginning to slow down, and when she sensed this, Shelley reached down and grabbed the cock that was within her daughter's hole, saying "I want this one now. Give me your big cock, Alex, fuck me with your big fat cock." 

He pulled out of Kelly, then came over and had Shelley lie on her back. Raising her feet to each side of his neck, he took my place in her mother, pounding her even harder than I had been doing just a few moments before.

"Oh God! Pound that big hard stick in! Fuck me harder! I need it harder!" 

Kelly had risen from the bed, pointing to the place where she had been, indicating that she now wanted me to lie on the bed as she had been. I moved around to take her place, and she lowered her wetness onto and around me, leaning down to kiss me deeply.  

"You lie back and rest now Jack," she said, "Let me do all of the work." As she raised herself up, then dropped quickly back over my hardness, she said "Give in and let me take what I need from you. Let me use you now."

On and on, Alex continued to drive his stiff pole into this mother, this wife, this slut who just last week might have been baking cookies for the PTA. She lay before him, begging him, opening her entire body up to be used as he wished, begging him to make her feel his young power, to make her want his hard cock forever. 

"Please! Please! Please!" she cried out. "I need to be used! Make me feel used! Pound me harder." 

Finally, she made her way over the edge one more time, her young and strong lover driving his long hard meat into her needy hole. 

Finally, she screamed again in desire and joy, shaking with an orgasm that seemed to continue on forever. 

Finally, the young man who had spent the past twenty minutes inside one end of her or another, made his own way over the peak, shooting his load deep inside her. 

After watching the two of them finish their climb to their own tremendous orgasmic bliss, I came at last within the young woman who even then continued to drive herself around my hardness, seeking her own moment of bliss. A moment later, Kelly reached her release, her breath coming out in short sobs. The four of us collapsed together into a jumbled pile on the bed, waiting for the time when we would all be able to move once again.

At last we got up and left the tiny house in the forest, running like children for the beach. Drunk with passion, we jumped into the water, laughing in play, splashing and dunking each other, rinsing the sweat and the cum from our bodies in the pounding surf. Then we headed for the runabout, all four holding onto one another in a single moving line of naked flesh, our arms and hands linked. 

Wading through the water across the surf line, we crowded together into the small boat, not minding at all whose hand was where, still laughing as we headed back out to rejoin our other companions.

As we all walked into the salon, we could see Kyle and Heather on the sofa. He was laying on his back, with a naked and tired Heather curled up into his side, a deep look of contentment clear on her sleeping face. 

Kyle looked up at us and grinned. "Hey guys! Hey Alex, I told you I wanted to be with Heather first, and dude, she is one fine ride indeed!" 

Alex grinned back, saying "Cool, dude. I nailed the MILF first too! Nice!" I noticed that he hadn't mentioned having already fucked Heather in the water earlier that day.

Shelley looked over to Kelly and I to see if we could offer any explanation. 

Kelly just grinned back at her, and I mouthed the words "Long story. Later." to her. 

A puzzled look still on her face, she asked "Where's Curt?" 

Kyle pointed forward and down, indicating one of the staterooms below. Shelley and I made our way down the narrow hall, finding Curt with Amber. 

He looked huge as he drove his spike into her small body, eyes closed in concentration, likely experiencing her talented muscles working his cock as he repeatedly drove it into her hole. For the first time I had ever seen, Amber was responding in kind to the attention that she was receiving. Although I had only seen her have sex a couple of times, each time she had simply gone about her business as if nothing was really happening. 

As Curt plowed his length into her though, she was yelling in her Minnie Mouse voice that she was cumming, and crying out for him to take her more, in much the same way as his watching wife had been doing with Alex and I on the island. His eyes still closed, Curt reached down to lift her tiny form completely off of the bed, so that the only things supporting her were his strong arms surrounding her from above and his long cock assaulting her from below.

Neither of the two people had noticed us in the door yet, and we watched the scene before us as Curt continued to pound the young girl. Shelley was standing in front of me in fascination. This was beginning to arouse me again, so I reached my arms around her, grabbing her heavy breasts and rubbing her nipples between my fingers, my stiffening cock nudging itself up along the cleft of her ass. 

Her hands came up to meet one of mine, pulling it down to her mound. I could feel her wetness there, and used a finger to play with her clit, two more rubbing along the length of her slit. I rubbed her most sensitive areas, as we watched the activity before us. 

Kelly came upon us like that, seeing first the two of us in the doorway, then her father, as he repeatedly drove himself into her now screaming friend. 

"Ooooh! Daddy's really giving her a good hard fuck! Wow, he's slamming it to her hard, just like you and Mom, Jack. I've never seen Amber get into sex like this, not even with Kyle! Look at his face! I wonder what he's thinking about while he's doing that?" 

I was pretty sure that I knew what, or rather who, her father was thinking about, and what happened next only proved it to me. The sound of his daughter's voice had brought Curt out of his deep concentration. 

He opened his eyes, seeing his wife and daughter before him, his wife being masturbated as she watched him, and he her. Even as he looked straight into his young daughter's eyes, he let out a long, howling yell, blasting a rope of his seed deep into the tiny girl, who I knew had been only standing in for the forbidden one, the sexy and desirable daughter who was once again pressing her young tits into my back, her hand curled around my cock. His yell continued on for what seemed like forever, until he lowered both the panting girl and himself back down to the bed, her buxom chest heaving with her deep breaths, her tiny body covered in their combined sweat.

We had the big dinner to attend that night, so we left the island after that, giving Amber and Curt time to jump into the water and rinse off first. Since we would be going back into the real world, we all got our swimsuits on again. This was a shame, as I had grown quite used to everybody being naked all of the time. 

Once out on the open water, I showed Alex and Kyle how to operate the boat, telling them that even with no-one at the wheel, the autopilot would take us where we were going, all they really had to do was make sure we didn't hit anything. This last was not even quite true, because the boat's autopilot is linked up to its radar, but they seemed to enjoy the idea that they were "driving" this big machine. 

Heather went topside and joined them, and I had no doubt that on the trip home she would likely be getting driven by one as the boat was being driven by the other.

Kelly and Amber went into a corner of the salon, their heads together, talking quietly but expressively, as only young girls can do. Curt was laying down on the sofa, with Shelley curled up in his arms, her face across his chest. They were having a quiet conversation as well, Curt slowly stroking her back and hair as they spoke. 

I gathered up and stowed all of the debris scattered about from the day, playing the host and getting drinks for everyone. I carried two beers and a wine cooler upstairs, and sure enough, Kyle was watching the helm while Heather was in Alex's lap, his fingers playing with the nipples of her tiny tits as she bounced up and down on his hard shaft. 

I handed all three drinks to Kyle, Heather waving and smiling at me while I descended back to the lower deck. Before my head went out of sight, I blew her a kiss and mouthed an "I love you" to her.

My duties finally done, I sat down in a chair to nurse my drink, and to quietly mull over the day so far, noticing that Curt's roaming hands had moved from rubbing the back of his wife's body to the front. 

Just as I sat down, I heard Shelley's dreamy voice ask, "Hey guys, what's a MILF?"



The Beach House Ch. 05



Chapter 5 (Strangers and other lovers)

"Hey guys, what's a MILF?"

Curt's hands had stopped making their random rubbing motions across the front of Shelley's body when she'd asked that question. I'd stopped in mid-sip of my drink, and Kelly and Amber both lifted their heads from their quiet conversation, waiting to see how this would be answered. 

"No, really." Shelley continued, noticing that everyone was looking at her. "I've heard the term from Brad and his friends before today, but I've never known what it meant. Alex said it today about me though." 

So... what's a MILF?"

"You've heard Brad, our Brad, our son Brad, using the word?" asked Curt. 

"Well, yeah." Shelley replied, "I hear him and his friends use it all the time when they get together. I've heard them say it after I go through whatever room they're in, when they think I can't hear them. What does it mean? Is it bad?" 

She turned around to look at Curt, and he just looked back at her blankly. Turning to me, she said "Jack? Could you please tell me what it means?"

I opened my mouth, trying to think of how to word this, when Kelly suddenly piped in. "Mom, it means 'Mother I'd Love to Fuck.'"

Shelley's face turned white, as her daughter asked her, "You've actually heard Brad refer to you that way? That's funny!" 

I could tell that Shelley was now sorry she had put out this question. "Yeah. At least I think so. I mean, I'd bring something to the rec room, then after I left I'd hear somebody say something like 'Nice MILF Brad', and he'd say something like "Yeah, no kidding", and then it gets real quiet. Do you think Brad wants to... you know?" 

Once again, Kelly answered her mother's question. "If there's one thing I'm the expert on right here and now, its teenage boys. Brad's sixteen, and he and his friends are just big walking bags of horny right now." 

"If his friends are saying that" she went on, "I can guarantee you that his friends mean it. Brad may not know if he means it or not, he could just be saying it to fit in."

"How would I know?" asked Shelley. "This is kind of a weird thing to be thinking about." 

Of all people that I was expecting to talk next, it was not Amber, but talk she did. 

"I have big brothers and I have little brothers, and I'm kind of an expert on horny teenage boys. So, have you two ever had your underwear or bras disappear for a week or two, only to have them just show up one day in the laundry, maybe even with odd stains on them?" 

Both Shelley and Kelly nodded and said "Yeah!" at the same time, and then looked at each other with shocked looks on their faces. 

Horrified, Shelley stammered "Do you think that Brad's doing 'things' with our underwear?"

"Well, duh." Amber said. "And people think that I'm the dumb one. My brothers do that, or they suddenly have to pee really bad while I'm taking a shower, then they try to startle me when I've only got a towel on, so that it falls off.

"Oh. And they always walk behind me when I'm climbing stairs in shorts or a skirt. It's normal. It makes me feel kind of special, like I've got a power over them." 

Once again, mother and daughter had the same thought at the same time, saying, "I thought you were borrowing my stuff...", and looking at each other in horror. Shelley spoke first. "What are we going to do about this?"

"If you stop thinking about just who this one person is for a minute," I piped in, "and remember your original question, you should feel pretty good." 

"Good!? Good?!" shouted Shelley, "You think that I should feel good that my son wants to, uh, you know with me?!" 

"No." I said very carefully. "I think that you should feel good that both Alex and Kyle, and that apparently all of your son's friends, and yes, maybe even your own son, think that." 

"Yesterday" I went on, "you were upset and worried when you thought that I didn't want to be with you. Today, you're worried because someone else does." 

"But these are kids!" Shelley spat back at me. 

"Not so much, Mom. Not anymore." her daughter replied, earning a shocked look from her mother. "I mean, I'm really not too wild about having Brad beating off into my panties... Eww!" she shuddered, "...but they are healthy, growing sixteen year old boys, with lots of healthy, growing sixteen year old girls to be thinking about, and they like us." 

"Besides." she went on. "I would think that it's better to dream about us, than to actually do something with the girls their own age. They could get into some real trouble there."

Shelley opened her mouth to talk, but it was at about that point that we all heard banging noises and the sounds of screaming coming from the deck above. The conversation suddenly forgotten for the moment, we all rushed out the door and up the back stairs to see what had happened topside. Each of us was presented with the same view, as we came up the ladder onto the flybridge. Still screaming loudly, but apparently in pleasure, not in pain, we saw Heather. 

She was naked once again, and Alex was beneath her on one of the fold-down seats, his impressive cock buried deeply inside of her. His fingers were both up on her small tits, pinching and twisting her bouncing nipples, hanging onto them for dear life. 

Heather's body was being driven up and down onto Alex's cock by the forces being applied to her from Kyle's huge monster, which was buried up in her ass all the way to its base. 

Kyle's hands held tightly onto Heather's hips, pulling her quickly back with his hips and onto Alex's member every time he pulled himself backward. Each time that he did this, we would hear another scream, gasp, or moan emitted from Heather's lips. For his part, Alex wasn't just laying there letting Heather's wet cunt fall on him as it might, he was thrusting up with a great deal of power, grunting loudly each time that he drove his cock deeply into Heather's dropping body.

Heather's eyes were wide open but un-seeing in concentration, and the look on her face was one of pure, animal lust. None of the three noticed us as we all burst onto the upper deck, not even as we drew around their bucking forms in a half-circle. On and on Kyle and Alex continued pounding themselves into Heather's two holes, and on and on she rode the two thrusting men, the rest of us watching in fascination as we witnessed not one, or two, but three huge orgasms take her entire body over in their awesome power. Each time, she would shudder and shake, letting out another long scream like the one that had drawn us all up to watch. 

As Heather was being wracked with her third orgasm, Alex shouted out that he too was cumming, blasting her overworked fuck tunnel with his hot seed, shuddering and groaning from his release. After this, he stopped driving himself into my tiny girlfriend, allowing her limp and sweaty body to come to rest at last on top of his own, her tiny tits being crushed into his chest. 

He wrapped his strong arms around her in comfort and support as her dripping body continued to be driven across his by the force of Kyle's big jackhammer striking her from behind.

Kyle's monster continued to thrust deeply within her for another few minutes, but by this time she was just too tired to push back onto him. Each time he would drive himself into her depths, she would let out a small noise like that of a mewling kitten. With her body being held still beneath him instead of on him as it had been before, Kyle was now feeling the full sensation of moving within her. Letting out his own final cry, he sent himself deep into her asshole one last time, sending out so much cum with so much force that it shot back at him in a thin spray, out of her hole and around his huge cock. Finally, he too stopped his motions, pulling out of Heather's abused rear entrance and collapsing exhausted onto a seat behind him.

The five spectators stood in silence, and then Kelly began clapping in earnest and making a hooting sound. The rest of the group just looked at her, and she stopped. With Alex still buried deep inside her, Heather lifted her head, looking at the ring of friends around her and smiling. 

"Who's next?" she croaked, her head dropping back to Alex's chest, falling instantly asleep in exhaustion.

I wasn't quite sure if her question was asking who was next to ride her, or who might be up next with Alex and Kyle. I avoided the question by walking up, lifting her limp form off of Alex, and carrying her in my arms down the front stairs and into my main sleeping cabin below. She slept right through all of this, but the movement of her tiny breasts against my chest and the heavy smell of sex that was pouring out of every opening she had caused my cock to grow until it was a steel bar. 

I suddenly remembered about the man named Chris from the wedding and from the pool area. It had finally occurred to me that in a company where people had random sex at all hours in the office, having someone like Chris to clean up messes such as this might be a requirement. Perhaps that was his job title, it seemed to be what he liked to do best, and it would certainly save on upholstery cleaning bills. If I saw him back at the house again later, I would have to ask him about that.

After standing above Heather's sleeping form for what seemed like many long minutes, I made my decision, lowering my head between her legs and starting to clean her up. 

It appeared that Heather had been well fucked today, probably by Curt at least once as well as by the two young studs above. While she slept on the bed, I continued to lick her clean. I took my time, starting with the skin stretched across the area where her legs ended and her body began. Finding and tasting sweat and cum everywhere my tongue went, I lapped her skin and pussy lips like a cat cleaning itself. 

At some point, another head joined mine between Heather's legs, and I glanced over, surprised to see Shelley's face next to mine. For some reason I had expected Curt. While my tongue and lips worked on the areas outside of Heather's dripping hole, Shelley drove hers right up between Heather's extended lips, sucking huge quantities of mixed male and female juices from within, having to swallow repeatedly in order to remove the mess. When I moved closer in to get my own share of these juices, Shelley moved up Heather's body, licking more cum and sweat, suckling on her tiny tits and puffy nipples until those shrank into themselves and became hard. 

Once we had completed cleaning Heather up as well as we could, Shelley turned her body around, concentrating her lips, teeth, and tongue back down on Heather's clit. When she did this, her own bottom ended up next to Heather's face. 

Whether she had slept through all of the previous attention or not, Heather was awake now. Pulling the fabric of Shelley's bikini bottoms aside, she drove her tongue between the lips of the older woman's cunt hovering in front of her. Shelley let out a long sigh when Heather found the spots we had learned about in the hot tub the previous night, and began to sway her hips back and forth across Heather's face rubbing her soggy cunt over the face below her, while the younger woman tried to concentrate on her now moving target. 

I watched the two women enjoying each other's attentions for a while, when suddenly I realized that every man on this boat had been inside of my girlfriend today except me. Deciding to rectify this situation, I stepped out of my trunks and moved up, lifting Heather's legs alongside each of Shelley's ears, positioning myself at her well-used hole, and pushing my cock past Shelley's tongue and into Heather's already well lubricated depths. 

I began with a gentle swaying motion in and out to savor the feeling. Shelley began to alternate her tongue between circling the line where my cock and Heather's lips met, and licking and sucking on Heather's clit. She must have been having an effect on Heather, because I could see that familiar shaking begin all over her slim body. I continued to ease myself in and out of the familiar pussy before me, when suddenly Shelley's body was hit with one of the patented orgasms women seemed to get when they received Curt's special licking method.

Just as Shelley calmed down, I began to feel the pressure building within my loins, I was about to cum as well. Since we had just spent a great deal of time cleaning Heather's pussy out, it seemed a shame to fill it up again. 

As soon as I pulled myself out of Heather, Shelley grabbed my cock, surrounding its shaft with her lips, driving her mouth up and down along its length. The sudden change in textures caused the pressure to build up then to the point of no return, and I came quickly into the warm mouth that was covering my cock. Shelley swallowed every drop, without having even a single drop of my cum leak onto her face. After all of this action, we all were tired, and the three of us cuddled together as a single mass on the bed, each falling asleep in the other's arms.

We were awakened by an alarm coming from the auto-pilot, which I had set before we left the island. It was telling me that we were within five miles of the marina, and that it was time for me to take control of the boat back. Quickly getting dressed and walking up to the flybridge, I saw Kyle and Alex looking perplexed at the boat's control panel, trying to figure out what the alarm was and how to make it stop. As soon as they saw me, I received a chorus of "We didn't do anything!"

"It's OK guys,' I told them, "it's just the boat telling me that it's my turn to drive.

"You may want to get below and get everyone straightened up though, we'll be docking in just a little while." 

Taking over the wheel, I shut the autopilot off, and began the process to bring the big boat into the marina. It had been a smooth trip back from the island, and I had no problems getting lined up for the dock. Heather was MIA just then, so I had Kyle go over and start getting us tied up. Of course, I would be finishing the job, but he didn't really need to know that right then.

Once we were docked, I told everyone they could go on up to the house, that I would finish up down here. I watched them all go down the dock as a rowdy group, then went below and finished getting the boat back into shape, stowing various items and collecting all of our garbage for disposal. Once I was satisfied, I headed on up myself, passing through the courtyard once again on my way to the room.

There seemed to be the usual array of semi and undressed people around the pool, but my eye was drawn to a particularly striking young lady who was conversing animatedly with a group of young men. She was wearing a very tiny black bikini, but not one that just presented everything to the world, rather one that suggested only hints of what might lay beneath. 

She was wearing sunglasses and a floppy hat, but had an all-over tan so I figured that she must not wear that hat all of the time. Her thick black hair reached slightly above her shoulders, with a butt that was just the right shape. Her well-contoured breasts stayed high up on her frame, and were some of the finest I had seen in a long time. 

The mystery woman waved to someone in my direction, but I couldn't tell who might be near me. With such a large group of men around her, I decided not to be just another face in that crowd. I would look for her again at dinner tonight, if so, I could quietly invite her to come out on the boat tomorrow. I would need to find Freddie too, to tell her that I would be requiring her piloting services.

I turned away from this lovely vision, making my way once again up to the suite. On my way up the stairs towards the room I came across Kyle, Kelly, Alex, Amber, and Heather coming loudly down it towards me, wearing shorts and light shirts and carrying some bottles of champagne that had probably come from the room. 

Heather seemed to have recovered well from her earlier exhaustion. "Hey Jack!" they all shouted. "We're going to a beach party! Want to come along?" 

I shook my head no, and they all started past me. Heather stopped on the landing to talk to me, saying "I'm sorry baby, I know I'm leaving you alone for dinner, but this sounds like fun. It might go really late though, so I'm just gonna stay in one of the dorms with these guys. Is that all right with you?" 

"Sure." I said, lying just a little bit. "You go out and have fun, I'll see you in the morning." 

She gave me a long kiss and a tight hug, rubbing her body against mine like a cat, quietly saying "Thank you for taking such good care of me today. I know it's been a busy weekend, and we haven't been with each other very much. I really did enjoy that though, so much!" 

Then she reached down and began rubbing my cock through my pants, looking up and deeply into my eyes. Sighing, she reluctantly turned away, hurrying downstairs to join her new friends. 

Sporting yet another erection that had been created by Heather, I opened the door to our empty room, letting myself in. I really needed a shower, as it had in fact been a pretty long day already. Stripping out of my clothes, I headed naked into the bathroom, forgetting for a minute that it was a shared place. It didn't really matter though, as Curt and Shelley and I had all become quite close in our short time together so far.

I didn't expect to walk into what I did though. As I came into the common area of the bathroom, I saw Shelley leaning down over the counter on her elbows, her heavy breasts being crushed down on the surface. Her husband was standing behind her, repeatedly thrusting himself into her. Both were gasping and moaning loudly, so intent on what they were doing that they hadn't even noticed my intrusion. As I stood there watching the two of them rutting, my already stiff cock grew even harder than it had already been. 

Quietly backing out of the bathroom, I returned to sit on my bed, waiting for them to finish, suddenly missing the possibility of replicating their actions on Heather. I could hear their mixed cries for another few minutes as the lovemaking continued on, until I finally heard the sounds stop, which I took to mean that they were done. Waiting a minute more, I once more strolled naked into the bathroom toward the shower.

They were locked in an embrace, out of breath and covered in sweat. Curt noticed me coming in this time, giving me a greeting of "Hey Jack! We were wondering when you'd show up." 

"Hey yourself." I replied. "I ran into the other guys out in the hall. I guess I'm on my own for dinner tonight, unless you want to join me. Right now though, I'm badly in need of a shower."

"Do you mind if we join you?" asked Shelley, with a sparkle in her eyes. "I could use some cleaning up myself." 

"Hey, there's room for as many people as you want." I replied, "I think we've proven that more than once the past few days."

"Tell me about it." she said, looking down at my very obvious hard-on. "Those five all went at each other in there just as soon as we got to the room. I swear, those kids do nothing but fuck!" 

"I think Curt has a thing for Amber though." she continued, leaning in as if only I could hear her. "Curt was on the phone while everybody was in here getting ready earlier. You know how you can see in here if you're in just the right spot? He must have been right there, because he completely lost track of what he was saying on the phone twice whenever she came around.

"Kelly could've told about it you too, but she was busy both times. The first time, she had dropped something under the bed, and all you could see was her bare ass in the air, the second time she had one of her knees lifted up between her face and the door while she was shaving her legs with Curt's little electric razor." 

"And you saw him on the boat," she went on, "I don't know where his mind was then, but he was so into whatever fantasy he was having that when we walked in, he didn't even notice us. It wasn't until Kelly started talking that he came out of his trance, and then he only went at it harder with that poor little girl."




The Beach House Ch. 05



Chapter Five -- Exposing the Wife 

The note to Jack read:  Be in the dunes behind our house on Saturday afternoon. Watch for my wave from the door. I will try to get her outside on the deck. Make sure you do not give her identity away; she is not ready to show her face yet. I will be looking for a note under the bench, after you post the pictures on-line. 

Jack was pleased that he would get more pictures of this beauty, but was disappointed with the request to shield her face. Any pictures would be better than none, so he cleared his calendar, and prepared to be in the dunes Saturday afternoon.

***** ***** ***** *****

Dan could feel his heart beating hard as his excitement grew. The couple had just enjoyed an early lunch with a bottle of wine, making sure most of the wine went to Dee. She was getting giddy and very flirtatious; he knew this was a good sign. Dan had suggested an outfit for her to wear; she gave him a very naughty grin, kissed him and made her way to the bedroom. 

While Dee was away changing, Dan got up walked to the glass wall, and opened the door. Staring out over the dunes he could not see anything or anyone, but waved as he said he would in his note. He left the door open and returned to his glass of wine just as his wife stepped out dressed as he requested.

Dee walked into the hallway and presented herself for his inspection. "Do you like what you see?"

Dan smiled and did enjoy the view. His eyes started from the floor and slowly moved up her body. First he took in the four-inch wooden high heels (his favorite); her long legs were each covered with a sheer black thigh-high stocking. She wore a very small matching black lace g-string, that barely covered her pussy and covered none of her ass. Then there was skin, lots of tan skin that raced up to the thin, lace sheer bra that covered her "C" cups. She had combed her long hair out letting it fly around her shoulders as she flicked her head from side to side. Finally the red lipstick, pearl necklace, and matching earrings finished his masterpiece.

He stood up and grabbed his camera. She knew what he wanted next.

"Where do you want me to pose?"

"Out on the deck." He commanded.

"Are you sure you want me out there where everyone can see me?" She teased him knowing quite well that is exactly what she was hoping would happen.

"Yes. Just step outside the door and let me take a few pictures of your ass."

"Dee smiled, looked over to the open door and started to move. She reached out and grabbed hold of the doorframe just before taking one step through the opening and stopping. She pushed her ass in his direction, turned her head and looked directly into his eyes. "Do you want me to pose like this?" She giggled.

"Yes, exactly like that." He raised the camera and took one shot before she stepped out onto the deck. 

She strolled towards the railing and raised both hands to unclasp the hook to her bra. Still walking away from him she pulled the bra free from her breast and threw it to the side, just before she made it to the railing on the deck. She turned, leaned back, and presented herself topless to his camera.

Dan had fired off six shots before she turned sideways from his camera. Not wasting any time, he quickly clicked off more shots of her exposed breasts.

Dee enjoyed the power her body was having on him. The tent from his shorts told her everything she wanted to know. Her cameraman stepped out with her on the deck and made his way off to her right. The camera was glued to his eye. She posed, wiggled, and imagined herself to be a high fashion model. After thrusting her breasts in his direction again for a series of pictures, she turned towards the dunes and reached down to remove the next item of clothing that was hiding the last of her charms. She looked over her shoulder at him, smiled and slowly lowered the g-string down over her hips. She moved the threads over her thigh, released the material and let it flow freely down to her feet. 

Dan watched this through the camera, making sure enough pictures were being taken to record her every move. The g-string floated slowly down, coming to rest at her ankles. She turn her body slightly, just enough to move one breast into view, showing one very erect nipple. She locked her eyes on his camera, smiled, while she raised one leg up, freeing her foot from the g-string. Dee spread her legs, threw her head back and arched her back. The rays of the sun shot between her legs and clearly outlined the folds of her pussy for his camera. He took as many pictures as he could while she remained in this pose. Dee lowered her hand between her legs and let her fingers find its mark. She was excited posing, but now she desired something more. 

Looking to her left she found the chaise lounge, walked over to it and dragged it to the center of the deck. She sat down in the chair, laid back pushing her breasts up towards the clouds and spread her legs. She closed her eyes and moved both hands down between her legs. She was moving into one of her fantasies and wanted to enjoy her own body. Her husband continued to take pictures. 

Every so often her body would twitch with excitement as her fingers worked her clit and her mind wandered through her developing fantasy. She imagined herself transported to the water's edge, naked, as a crowd of men circled her and watched her masturbate. The warmth of the sun and the sound of the waves hitting the beach only helped this scene play out in her mind. The orgasm she now desired was fast approaching and she did not care who was watching. She blinked her eyes open, making sure her husband was still taking pictures. She visualized that there were half a dozen camera phones taking pictures of her naked body to be shared with their friends, as she came.

Dan watched his wife's body curl up in a ball as her orgasm rippled across her tummy and she raised her legs to her breasts. For what he could see, this was one of her better orgasms and that pleased him to watch, knowing this modeling session helped make her reach such pleasure.

Dee lay on her side, curled up, breathing hard as she enjoyed the feeling that was still in control of her body. She lay there for almost a minute before she opened her eyes to find her husband standing over her, taking pictures. The front of his shorts still sported the tent she had seen earlier. She knew what she wanted to do next.

Throwing her legs off the chair, she sat up. She grabbed the front of his shorts, pulled him over, and went directly for his zipper. She jerked his pants down to his knees and placed both hands on his throbbing, exposed cock. With one hand she pulled his penis to her lips; with the other she grabbed the back of his ass and pulled him closer. Dan did not resist, he needed her now, and had always enjoyed her sucking on his cock. She closed her eyes and went to work moving her head, running her tongue under his shaft, wrapping her lips about his cock having replaced her pussy with her mouth. He moaned, not trying to pull away.

Dan turned his head to look out into the dunes where he found his voyeur, now standing with a high-powered lens, shooting pictures. This is what he hoped would happen, and now it was happening with him in the scene. He made sure she could not see their voyeur; while he concentrated on the pleasure she was bestowing upon his cock. Dan enjoyed the fact that the two of them were outside, naked, being photographed. He found this thought to be very exciting as he looked out towards their photographer taking pictures of them making love. He felt his excitement rise and was able to pull out of her mouth moments before the spurts of white fluid shot from the tip of his penis. She held on to his member tightly, squeezing his cock as he continued to come, now fully engrossed in his own orgasm.

***** ***** ***** *****

From Jack's angle he almost could not believe his eyes. There she was again, tall, thin, glistening in the sun as she stepped out onto the deck. Almost immediately she had discarded her bra and was strolling across the deck as if she owned it. He knew the pictures would be great and he shot as many as he could, still mindful that he needed to remain hidden. Her strip was fantastic and he could feel his own excitement grow as she removed each item of clothing. When Dan stepped out with his camera and became part of the scene this only added to Jack's excitement, knowing that he was capturing the private moments of these two lovers outside. This was an athletic couple that would please both his male and his female viewers. He knew he soon would be able to post new pictures on his WEB site that would be well received. 

When she laid down on the lounge, he had a full side view of her naked body. He let the camera take as many pictures as it could, right up to her orgasm. Dan's wife had put on a great show and he was very satisfied with the pictures that he had gotten. But then it got even better. She sat up, took Dan's cock out of his pants and slipped it into her mouth. Jack could not believe his good luck. He rose up from his position, more interested in getting the shots than being discovered. He continued to take pictures as she brought her husband to orgasm. Jack realized that she was too focused on giving her husband a blowjob outside than what might be happening in the dunes. He did catch the fact that Dan had seen him stand up and did nothing to hide what his wife was doing to him in public. These would be great shots.

***** ***** ***** *****

Dan slipped out of his shorts, reached down and picked his naked wife up into his arms. She remained cuddled in his arms as he stepped through the door into the house. He carried her into the bedroom, laid her down gently on the bed. He lay down next to her. Pulling her into his arms he kissed her lips and held her tight, letting his racing heart wind down. They held each other, letting their sexual glow simmer as they started to slip towards sleep.

One question did linger in his mind: Was their voyeur still outside and what was he doing? There would be time later to figure that out.

***** ***** ***** *****

Jack watched Dan carry her into the house. He reached down and picked up the few items that were resting in the sand. He knew the show was over for today.

Back at his house the pictures loaded quickly to his laptop. The amount of pictures he took was well over three-hundred shots! He only need about twenty for his WEB site. Which shots to exclude would be a good problem. He knew he had shot enough good material. This was the job he enjoyed most: he would study each picture, at a much slower pace, and relive the session. It would be a labor of love.

Jack studied each picture with the eye of a professional, yet his exhilaration of what he just watched still lingered in his mind. He remembered how exciting it was for him to observe the two of them at play. As he studied each new shot he could not resist pulling his own penis out and stroking it a few times. A few of the pictures of her on the lounge were very inviting. Her legs were spread wide, forcing her pussy lips open. In the sunlight, a sparkle of light between her legs hinted that she must have been very wet. Looking at her, so inviting, only made Jack stroke that much harder. In the final shots, when she was giving him the blowjob, Jack transported himself into the scene and imagined that she was sucking on his cock. This was too much excitement for him and he could not hold back; his own semen shot across the room. If these pictures had this affect on him, what would they do for his readership?

Jack finally settled on fifty shots and knew he still needed to get the total count down, that was until he decided that he would post all fifty pictures over two days. This would allow him to extend the story over days and let the comments pour in. 

There was one shot where she was facing him, completely naked with her head titled slightly back. Her hands were behind her head, letting her hair flow out in the wind, while her nipples told the viewer just how excited she was to be naked outside. Off the right stood her husband, hidden behind his camera, sporting a very large "woodie" under his shorts. It was a very erotic shot of the two of them, and was guaranteed to bring out the best comments from his readers. He would produce a large copy of this picture for his own enjoyment, but he would alter the picture slightly before posting it on the site to protect their identities. He would place this shot on his homepage. It was assured to bring in a number of new readers. 



The Beach House Ch. 05



Curt looked at me like a condemned man. I knew that it wasn't Amber who had him so frustrated, just as it wasn't Amber he had been picturing while he had been so thoroughly fucking the young girl earlier, she was just his outlet. It was his own daughter that he really wanted but couldn't have. He was in his own personal hell because of it too, knowing that he would and could never do anything about it. Having her present herself so openly right in front of him must be killing him. 

I could easily imagine Kelly on hands and knees, her head pushed under the bed and all of her assets pointing towards her father, just begging for some cock to come fill her from behind. 

She had probably been spreading her knees to each side so that she could bend lower, which would have just opened her charms up that much more. And if she had been facing him while her leg had been raised as her mother had jusr described, those bare but forbidden pussy and breasts would have been on full display for him to agonize over. If she only knew the truth, Curt's wife would probably be making sure that she killed him herself. Both Shelley and her daughter appeared to be blind to the sexual frustration right in front of them, however.

"I'm glad to see that Kelly is feeling so comfortable being naked around her dad now though." Shelley went on. "She and Amber didn't put a stitch on until just before they left for that beach party! She's such a tease, trying to get Kyle and Alex all worked up like that!" 

Shelley sighed. "Curt hasn't quite become as easy going as her about it. He kept trying to hide his 'Amber boner' from Kelly and me." Rolling her eyes, she said "Like I didn't know that was why he leaned me over and ravished me in the bathroom just now. And yeah big guy, I noticed it too you when you came in and watched us. I'm not blind to what goes on around me. I'll get you back tonight for leaving me all alone with this wild beast like that."

Looking down at my hard cock once again, she reached her hand out and grabbed hold of it. In a little girl voice, she said "Did I do this to you mister? I'm so sorry, whatever can I do to make it up to you?" 

With her other hand, she reached out and grabbed her husband's cock as well, huskily saying "C'mon boys, I'm in the mood to get all soaped up by my two studs!."

She pulled us into that giant shower, turning on every shower head she could find. Handing us each soap, she spread her legs wide, lifted her arms away from her body, and closed her eyes, waiting for us to begin. Curt and I looked at each other, then we each started washing our chosen side, using our hands to apply plenty of soap to every part of her body. We made certain to pay extra attention to her various sensitive areas, and Shelley seemed to enjoy her shower immensely. 

I took my time on my own favorite spots, making sure that my soapy digits went well up inside her pussy in order to get it all nice and clean. When I picked up one of the removable shower heads, turned the dial to vibrate, and thoroughly rinsed out the area that I had just washed so completely with my probing fingers, Shelley was forced to hang on to our shoulders to keep from collapsing to the floor while she shook in ecstasy. 

Once we had finished washing her, she returned the favor to each of us in turn, starting with her husband. Making sure to give my aching cock some relief, she spent a long time making sure it was clean, using her hands and tits on it until I released my supply of semen, and with it some of my tension, onto her waiting chest.

We all got ready for dinner after our shower, doing the usual things that we all do to make us ready to go out in public. I could tell that Shelley was becoming more secure and easy going in general, she had come out of their bedroom wearing a very short and shapely black dress and high heeled fuck-me shoes. No longer playing the part of the frumpy PTA mother, every movement that she made seemed to offer a peek beneath the wrap she had on, without it being too obvious. I was going to enjoy watching the show tonight. 

With one of Shelley's arms wrapped around each of her men, we strode down the hall as one, down to the main dining room.

The dinner was much as it had been the night before, although with even more drink and a wider variety of food available. Because there were only we three tonight, we took a smaller, more intimate table for four. There appeared to be more servers on hand as well, and anything that we could think of was provided on request. Marly was there, she appeared to be doing twice as much work as anyone else. 

One minute, I would see her at the far end of the room, serving food and drinks and flirting with her customers. It seemed like just a minute after she returned to the kitchen, she would be at our end of the room, almost a completely different person, sour and surly in attitude. She seemed to be most angry with me, at one point she missed dumping an entire pitcher of ice water in my lap by only inches. 

I couldn't figure out why her attitude would change so quickly from one side of the room to the other, but it seemed as if whenever she came anywhere near me that would be the result. I couldn't imagine what I had done to her since leaving the diner yesterday, but deciding to forget any plans I had for connecting with her while I was here, I began my search for the mystery woman who I had seen by the pool earlier. 

I spotted her dark hair, surrounded by yet another group of men. With all of the competition, I would have to come up with a way to stand out from that crowd if I wanted to have any kind of chance at all with the lady.

Shelley noticed the glances that I kept sending that way, and asked who I was watching. 

"That pretty woman over there." I told her. 

Looking more closely with interest, she suddenly looked at me with disapproval. "I know what the house rules say Jack, but I think that this is someone you should leave alone." 

"Why?" I asked, "What's wrong with her?" 

She fixed me with a stare, only saying "I thought you were better than that."

"Better than what Shelley? What do you know that I don't?" I asked. 

"You do know who that is, right?" was her only reply. 

"Well no, I've only seen her from a distance in a bikini, and I haven't seen her face yet, but I sure liked what I could see. What's the problem?" I could not figure out why she was so mad at me.

"Jack, that's your boat pilot. Betty, or Frankie, or whatever her name is.

"Is that why you had her come up here? So that she would be subject to the house rules?

"That's horrible, Jack. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Freddie? What? No it's not! No way! I've known Freddie for three years, I think I'd recognize her." I nervously looked over towards the large group surrounding the woman.

"Look closely Jack! And if you need glasses, go get some. That woman works for you, and if you make her have sex with you, then you are not the man I thought you were!"

I did look more closely now, and suddenly I recognized features that I should have known well. "Aw, shit." I mumbled to myself. "Aw, shit!" I repeated a little more loudly. 

Shelley stared into my face. "That had better mean that you just realized I was right, and not that you just got caught."

Looking back at her, I counted up the women who I wouldn't be with tonight. No Heather, or Kelly, or Amber. Marly was out, and now so was my mystery date. Not that I minded being with Shelley and Curt, but right now, she was all that was left to me. 

Taking my look as a response, Shelley smiled and nodded her head. "I knew that you would listen to reason Jack."

Suddenly, her face turned white as a sheet, and I heard her repeat what I had been saying just a moment before. "Aw, shit!" "Jack, take me over to dance, in the darkest corner of this place that you can find. Right now! Curt, make sure that you're facing away from most of the room, and stay that way." 

"Aw, shit!" she said again. 

As I rose in confusion to go dance with his wife, I saw Curt look in the same direction that she had been facing, noticing his lips moving as he too said "Aw, shit!"

Shelley had hurried me over to the darkest area of the dance floor during a fast dance, so I was not going to be able to find out just what had her so upset. I could tell that she was watching someone, as her attention was not at all focused on me but on some traveling spot in the room. After two songs, we settled into each other's arms for a set of slow music. 

"Do you see that couple over there? The short, fat, grey-haired guy and the Barbie doll with him?" I looked over to the direction she had indicated, and spotted them right off.

"He's Curt's boss. He wasn't supposed to be here, damnit! That's the ONLY reason I agreed to come here!" She was shaking with anger as she said this. "He brags that he's nailed every one of his female employees, and all but one of the mail employee's wives." 

"That would be me, by the way. Just in case you're wondering." she said, making sure that I got the message. 

"He can't make employees have sex with him, that's against the rules!" I said.

"His department is full of young twitter heads like princess silicone over there, who think he's going to help their career." she explained. "He can't get to me unless Curt goes after his wife first, which the asshole has been trying to make happen." 

"OK, so what's the problem?" I asked. 

"Because those rules don't count here!" she said. "He could just lean me over a chair and take me in front of the band, if he wanted to! People don't, because it's rude, but he could!" 

Oh, God, we've got to get out of here before he sees one of us." 

As she said this, though, I could see a look of recognition on the man's face, then he and his wife began walking directly to our table. 

"Too late." I said, nodding my head in their direction.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" was all that Shelley could say. 

"At least Kelly's not here." I mentioned. 

"No! Not Kelly!" the exclamation came out as she turned white. "I can't let him know our daughter is here! Oh, fuck! How could this be happening?" 

Thinking that I had heard that word come out of her mouth more here than I had since meeting her, I told her "Just tell Curt not to mention her. One of us has to tell Kelly to stay away whenever this creep is around. She won't be around until the morning anyway, so she's safe for now." 

"Ohhh." she wailed. "He's found Curt. Now I'm going to be stuck with this prick all night, I just know it!" She took a deep breath. "OK. I better go face up to it, we've been caught at last. Besides, if I don't go over there now, Curt may slip up and mention Kelly. I really want to keep her away from that man."

I watched her walk towards our table, dressed in that enticing dress and high-heeled shoes, thinking that she made a very nice package to look at, but the package was not for me tonight. As I admired her from behind, I felt someone's breasts pressing into my back as two arms wrapped around me and a voice whispered into my ear. 

"Hey, Jack. Imagine meeting you here. Can a lady have a dance?" 

I knew the voice instantly, and I turned around to face its owner, saying "Hi, Freddie. Having fun?" The last word almost didn't get said out loud, as my eyes took in my boat pilot. She'd had her hair done up, and had on a dress that clung tight in all the places it should, while leaving quite a bit of loose at the same time. Full, high breasts threatened to spill out of it's top. Long legs emerged from below the hem. I stood looking at her open-mouthed.

Stunning. That was the only word I could think of for her. 

"I was going to give you a hard time about conning me into this place for your own dark plans," she said, "but from the look on your face, it didn't even occur to you. I should have known that, you've always been a real decent guy to work for." 

Still in shock, I managed to croak out "I can dance." 

Well, I thought, that was stupid. But as we began a slow dance, she broke out into a huge smile, saying "I've really got you flustered, don't I?" Maybe I ought to take advantage of you since I'm here. As I understand it, the rules of this place would allow me to do that." 

The look on my face must have become even worse than before, because she said "Jack! I think I'm insulted! You don't want me? How come every other guy in this place is competing to get under my skirt, and the only one worth it is horrified at the prospect?"

"Freddie," I began, "it would only screw everything up. After this, you would go back to just being my employee, and I'm afraid that I'm just so good, it would put you off of any other man forever!" 

It appeared that I had recovered and was back on my game. "That would leave you pining away for me, and I'd be afraid that one day you would be so lost in anguish over me that you would run the boat ashore."

She narrowed her eyes and looked at my face with her head cocked to one side. "I can't tell if you're kidding or not, now. I can tell that you're not immune," she reached down and squeezed my obvious erection, "and that you're just being noble. It's the part about ruining me for life that I'm not sure about."

"Now," she continued, "in case you think that I'm just tumbling around helpless in this den of iniquity, I'm not. I'm really getting off on this thing. It's cool! All of these guys want me, and do you know what?" 

She reached down then and grabbed my hand, guiding it through some secret opening in the front of that magical dress and pressing it between her legs. I was shocked again, but at least she was wearing a thong. Which was completely soaked from the juices pouring out of her. 

"Yep," she said, "like I said, I'm really getting off on this!"" 

"I don't suppose you would give me a quick finger job, would you? I'm real close, just thinking about all of my choices out there." 

My hand still on her thong, I glanced into her eyes. "That wasn't a question, boss. Make this naughty sailor girl cum."

I stared deeply into Freddie's eyes, in a way that I never had before, and whispered "Aye, aye, Captain." 

I pushed three fingers around the material covering her juicy pussy. I could tell that she kept a very close trim, as I could feel no hair at all anywhere around her lips. Feeling along the upper edges of those lips, I quickly found her clit, and while moving my thumb over that, my exploring fingers began to rub the silky walls inside of her. I could feel her love button swell and extend under my thumb, even as my probing fingers were squeezed tightly, drawn ever deeper inside of my friend and employee as if by a vacuum.

In a very short time, I was able to find those special spots inside of this fantastic woman, the ones that Curt had taught me about just the night before, and I used the combination of my fingers on those and my thumb on her clit to address her request. 

Freddie's eyes became unfocused and far-away, she was leaving herself completely open to the probing digits that were inside of her soaking wet pussy. I could feel the heat and the moisture pouring from within her depths and out onto my immersed hand.

As my hand was drawn deeper inside, Freddie pulled my body closer to her as well, crushing her breasts against my chest so hard that I could easily feel her nipples against me, tiny hard stones almost digging into my flesh.

She was wrong though, she wasn't as close as she made out to be. It took several minutes of diligent hand work on her pussy before her breasts began heaving, stretching the fabric of her dress even more, her hard nipples almost drilling holes through the fabric. 

Through it all, we continued our slow dance, in full view of anyone watching, staring into each other's eyes as we slowly turned round and round on the floor, my hand firmly captured between her legs. In order to keep her balance when she finally came, she reached her arms around my neck and hugged me to her, pushing her full breasts and stiff nipples into my chest. 

As I continued using my fingers inside of her, she was moaning out "Oh, shit. Ohhhh, fuck! Oh, God. Ahhhhh...", and moaning, she finally got her wish, flooding my hand with even more liquid. I withdrew it then, and held her tight, continuing to lead her in time to the song that was being played by the band, until her body quit shaking and she slowly came back down to Earth.

"OK." she said at last, then again. "OK. Well, that was... Yeah. Wow!" She finally took a deep breath, gathering her wits. Finally, she grabbed hold of my wrist, bringing my soaking wet hand up to her nose and deeply breathing it's aroma, then saying, "So, I have a bet for you." 

That was a very quick change of subject, I thought. But I played along. "A bet?" I asked. 

"Yes, a bet. Let's make it interesting. How about one thousand dollars?" 

"Freddie," I began, "A thousand is a lot of money..." 

"It isn't a lot to you," she said, interrupting me, "and do you even have any idea how much you pay me?" 

"Actually, no." I said honestly. "OK, a thousand it is. What's the bet?"

"Eventually," she began, "I will be going home with at least one of these guys." I raised my eyebrows. "Don't look at me like that boss, I have fantasies too, and I haven't actually been properly tended to for a while now. I think I just checked one of my fantasies off the list, by the way. Or sort of, anyway." 

"So," she continued, "here's the bet. Look around at all of these guys, and they each have women with them, right? I mean, this whole place is a couple's thing, right?" 

Looking around, I nodded my head, yes. "I'll bet you that at least four out of five of the women who came with any guy that I dance with will come over and want to dance with you at the same time or just after. Especially after what you just did to me. Is it a bet?" 

"You're on." I replied. "And it will be a pleasure getting some of my money back." 

"We'll see, smart guy." she said. "We'll see."

I held my hand out to shake hers, but she only looked down at it. "I'm not shaking that." she said. Leaning in and hugging me close, her soft breasts pushed into my chest, she whispered into my ear, "I know where it's been." 

She pulled away slightly, then kissed me deep and hard for what seemed like a long time. Being a typical man and not dead, I kissed her back. As we clutched each other out there on the floor, my dick started rising once again. Pulling away at last, she looked into my eyes once more, saying "That's two down..." before breaking our embrace completely and heading into the crowd. 

"Who's up for a dance with me?" she shouted as she walked away. Six men rushed forward, and she grabbed the one who made it to her first. His female companion looked me over, then came up and asked if I would care to go on the floor with her. 

Damn, I thought to myself, Freddie might be right about this.

It wasn't four out of five though. 

It was ten out of eleven. 

I was asked to dance by tall and short women, old and young. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads. Each time that I would try to head back to my table, I was stopped well before I could reach it, and brought back out with yet another woman whose husband or boyfriend was out on the floor with Freddie. Some just danced, some rubbed various parts of their bodies against me during our time together. 

Most flashed me intimate views of their private body parts, allowing, even encouraging me to look and touch them there. I had my hands pulled to a number of bare breasts and wet, naked pussies. One young woman started freak-dancing with me on a fast song, except that I don't think that you're supposed to actually take your panties off and pull up your skirt when you do that. 

It's meant to be simulated sex, but she did everything she could to get me to take her right there on the floor, even bending over and humping the front of my pants with her exposed pussy. When she tried to reach back and pull down my zipper, I cut the dance short.




The Beach House Ch. 05



Looking around, I could see Freddie was leaving the party with number eleven. And his wife. Good for her. 

By the time I was finally able to get back to my table, Curt and Shelley, and their two unwanted companions were gone. Left behind were a large number of empty wine bottles and glasses, more than what one might think normal for just four people. It looked like I was on my own tonight. I could probably go back and pick any one of the women who I had been dancing with earlier, but I realized that they had all been just using me to get back at their own companions. It would just be empty sex for both of us.

I decided instead to take a long walk so that I could think things over. I headed out into the night, deep in my own company. When I reached the beach, I thought that I heard a voice above me calling out my name, but when I looked up to the top of the stairs I couldn't see anyone. 

I turned then and continued along the shoreline. What had I become? Two days ago, I was basically a one-woman man, only being with Heather, except for the one time with Janet. Sure, we had agreed to be with others, but I never really had.

It seemed that Heather had not been the same way with me, but I had always prided myself on my dedication to the ones I love. Had I added more people to that list, such as Shelley, and did that make my actions of the past two days OK?

What were my feelings about what I'd found out about Heather? Was I angry? Happy? Resigned? Where were the two of us going to go from here?

I had been upset tonight because none of the six "partners" I had considered for the night were available. Six partners? How the hell had monogamy turned into six women? I felt that I could justify Shelley, she had almost become a part of my family, and I felt very tender and protective about her. Kelly had just kind of come along with that package. But why should I feel free to be with any of the others? Look at what happened when I didn't recognize Freddie -- that might have been even more awkward then it had turned out to be.

Not really paying attention as I walked along the shore, I suddenly noticed a bonfire a few hundred feet away from me. Looking closely, I could see that it was the beach party Heather and the others had gone to. 

There was a large crowd of young and beautiful people having the kind of fun one is supposed to have at such parties. Drinking, Frisbee, beach volleyball, and mountains of snack foods were a part of the mix. Although some of the women were wandering around topless, it didn't appear to be the all out sex-fest that the main party was becoming. I guessed that these people were the workers, not the visitors. With so many temptations around them all of the time, how did they escape the orgy that always seemed to go on back at the main house?

I stopped before I got close enough to the party for someone to see me, deciding that with my current mood I was not really up to a party anyway. It was good to see that one could escape all sex, all the time, and it gave me hope. I realized that maybe I didn't really need any companionship tonight, I could just be by myself and have a quiet night. 

I made it back to the stairs leading up to the lodge when I heard voices, or more properly, one voice. Someone above me was screaming at someone else, all I could hear from the second person was crying and occasional muted responses. As I got closer, I began to be able to make out what the shouting person was saying.

"That's what you get for being a fucking breeder, you get a broken heart again! You fell for this, this, this, MAN, and just like every other man I've ever met, he let you down!" 

I could hear a low voice in response, then back to the screaming woman. "Sure, he's different, they're ALL different! I served food to that MAN this morning and tonight, and he's no different than any of the rest! You should just give up on all men anyway and be like me! I won't let you down like a man would!" 

More sounds of the low voice, followed by "If that's what you think, then I'm done with you this weekend. My poor little love-struck sister can find her own place to crash tonight, because you are not staying with me! Go ahead, see of one of these MEN will let you stay with them, but believe me, they'll want something in return!" 

I could see the screaming woman's face in a light as she stomped her way back up to the house, even from this distance, I recognized Marly. Thank God I hadn't hooked up with her, it turns out that she was a psycho bitch man-hater. It had been a very close call indeed.

I just wanted to get upstairs to my room, but that would have meant walking right past the crying woman, who had remained somewhere at the top of the stairway. Remembering that I had decided to try to be different around here from now on, I slowly made my way up the stairs. 

At the top, I found her sitting on the lawn. She was curled up in a little ball sobbing, her arms wrapped around her knees and her head buried between her arms. She was wearing one of the extremely short white dresses of the female serving staff at dinner, so she must have been working the dining room tonight.

"Hey, are you OK down there?" I asked. "Can I help you out or anything?" 

"Noooo." came her wailing reply. "Nobody can help meeee. Tonight is a mess, it's not going anything at all like I wanted it toooo." 

I sat down on the top stair, asking "Is it really that bad? I find that things usually aren't as bad as we think."

With her head still covered by her arms, the woman replied again, although with a little more control. "It is, believe me. I had these plans, ya know? There's this guy, ya know? And he seemed so decent when I met him yesterday, but he's ignored me any time I try to get his attention today, and I, I...

"Oh hell! I don't know, I just thought he would be someone that was nice to me for a change, and he's just a jerk like every guy from around here is." 

"Well, I don't know who this asshole is, but he sounds like he's not worth your time." I began. Damnit! How did I keep getting roped into building up women's self esteem this weekend? Yet on I went. "And I don't know you, but you just sound like you want a guy who appreciates you, and you're disappointed that he wasn't it.

"I had plans tonight too, with a woman who I only met yesterday but really thought I liked, as a matter of fact. But, as it turns out, it's a good thing my plans fell through, because it ends up that she's a total bitch. In fact, she's the bitch who just left you down here crying."

When I said that, she raised her head from her arms, looking at me for the first time. I jumped back a bit when I saw her face, as did she when she saw mine. 

"You?" we both said at the same time. 



The Beach House Ch. 06



 Chapter 6 (Fireworks everywhere you look)

"But," I began, "I just saw you leave. Marly? What the..."

Understanding at last, she looked at me in shock. "That's why you've been ignoring me? Because of Bobbi?" 

"Because of who?" I asked, still confused.

"Bobbi's my twin sister." Marly said softly, looking at me more closely. "Now it makes sense. You've been thinking that Bobbi was me. No wonder you've been ignoring me. If she wasn't my sister, I might not want anything to do with her either." 

Thinking for a moment, she went on. "Oh, jeez! She knew that I wanted to meet up with you, too. She does NOT like men. At all. And she gets very upset that I do. I get it now, you thought she was me, and she did everything she could to make you think that!"

"OK..." I said, beginning to get up from my step. "I'm not sure where this is going, but I think we should maybe just go our separate ways."

"Oh, what am I going to do?" she wailed. "I always stay with Bobbi when I work here, and she told me not to come over tonight. I can't very well walk the ten miles home. What am I going to do?" 

She curled up and began crying once again. What could I do? I'm a sucker for a crying woman, and I could not resist trying to comfort her. Sighing to myself, I moved over beside her, touching her lightly on the arm.

"Marly? You are Marly, right?" She nodded. "I can't fix things with your sister, but maybe I can help you out a little here." 

"Sure." she said. "All I have to do is sleep with you, and you'll let me stay at your place tonight, right? Oh, and don't mind your girlfriend. She doesn't take up much space, and will only want me to lick her for a little while. Am I right?"

"Well," I replied, "actually, no, you're not right. I wouldn't expect anything from you, and Heather is staying away for the night anyway. Besides, that wasn't quite the help I was going to offer." 

Marly looked up at me, her wet brown eyes beginning to show some hope. "What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"We could always go with your way if you want," I began, holding up a hand when she her eyes narrowed, "but I have at least two different places that either you or I could stay tonight. If you want to stay in my room, I can stay on my boat tonight."

"That was your boat I saw this morning? Not a rental?" she asked. "I thought you drove up." 

"Well," I said, "we did drive up, but I had my boat brought up too. We went out on it today, and I was going to invite you tomorrow, until your sister made me think that you, or I guess she, wouldn't be interested."

"I like boats." was all she said in reply. 

"Well, that's good." I said. "If you want to stay in the room, I could stay on the boat." 

"The beds in those rooms are awfully big." she said slowly. "I guess we wouldn't actually need to be like, scrunched up together or anything. I'd hate to make you go out and sleep on a dinky little boat, just because of me." 

She had apparently forgotten what size the boat was, and I decided not to correct her, instead following along with her thinking. "Well, that's true. They are really big beds here."

She appeared to think about it for a minute more, and then she nodded her head, saying "OK. But no funny stuff! I'm expecting you to be a gentleman here." 

"As always." I replied. She looked at me with suspicion, so I threw in, "Hey, have I ever lied to you since we've known each other?" 

With that, she smiled, just a little. As I reached for her hand to help her get up, I felt a drop of rain on my arm. 

Rain? Looking up, I saw only stars. Where was the rain coming from? I suddenly heard dozens of little clicks, followed by rushing sounds. I had a few seconds of confusion before every sprinkler on the lawn began spraying us. Marly screamed and jumped up on her feet, one of the sprinkler heads was directly behind her, and had already soaked her to the skin. Looking quickly around, I spotted a side entrance to the house, about 100 yards away. I pulled her along with me, and we ran for the entrance.

Between where we started and the house, there must have been more than twenty high-volume sprinkler heads. By the time we made it safely inside we were both completely soaked. Walking into the building, we were instantly hit with a blast of air-conditioned cold, and within seconds we were both shivering uncontrollably. 

Glancing over at Marly, I could see that she had caught the worst of it. Her short white dress had become almost transparent, I could easily see right through the fabric to the frilly tan bra and panty set that she had on underneath. They were somewhat hard to make out though, as her skin color blended with the fabric, and she almost looked completely naked under her dress. 

The cold had affected her in more ways than just shivering, as her nipples had contracted to the point where they looked like large marbles pushing out through the fabric. Marly hadn't noticed the condition of her clothing, but could see mine. 

"We're soaked, and I'm freezing right now!" she cried, her lips shaking with the cold. "What should we do?"

"Come on up." I replied. "We can get warm upstairs." 

Once again, she looked at me warily. Holding up both of my hands, I told her "No, not that way. But I do have an idea on how to get warm quickly, if you're open to it. Right now though, I'm freezing, and I want to get upstairs and get warm. Come on!" 

Walking past her, I found the nearest set of stairs to the second floor, heading down to our room as soon as I got to the hall. Marly had no choice but to follow in my wake.

As soon as we got inside the room, which seemed even colder than the hall for some reason, she said "OK. So what's your grand idea, and why would I need to be open to it?" 

I pointed out through the glass wall to the hot tub out on the deck. 

"Oh, no!" she said. "You are not going to get me to strip down and get into that thing naked with you! I thought that you were going to be a gentleman." 

Without a word, I walked over to my suitcase, pulling an extra man's swimming suit and a t-shirt from its depths. I silently handed these to her, then pointed to the bathroom. "These are dry, you can change in there. Whether you come out and soak with me or not is up to you, but I'll be out in the tub getting rid of this chill."

She looked at me open-mouthed, and then turned wordlessly towards the open bathroom door, closing and locking it behind her. I quickly shucked off my own wet clothes, and just as I was putting my almost as wet swim suit on in their place, I heard an "Oh my God!" come from behind the door. 

Figuring that if it was important, she would have called for help, I grabbed two bottles of wine and two glasses, then went out into the night air, pouring a glass and settling myself into the hot tub. One of the bottles and one of the glasses I left on the opposite corner of the hot tub from where I had come to rest, the other I kept with me.

A moment later, Marly timidly stuck her head out of the door. She had in fact changed into what I had provided. Seeing the wine, she poured herself a full glass, then climbed into the water, being careful to avoid an accidental display. She settled in under the water, sighing deeply as the heat sunk in. 

"You could have told me that my dress was see-through." she said accusingly. 

"And spoil the view?" I asked with a smile. On the receiving end of a glare, I went on. "It was a very enjoyable view, I was sorry to lose it." Thinking that perhaps her attitude was a defensive act, I held off any further, instead waiting for her to begin a conversation. After several minutes of silence and star gazing, she did so.

"You had big plans tonight?" she casually asked. "With someone that you just met yesterday?" 

"Yep." I replied. "The woman that I met is beautiful, and sexy, and happy, and confident. And she kind of left me thinking she wanted to see me again." I paused, then continued "I sure would like to see her again." 

She studied me over her wine glass, thinking about what I had just said. "God!" she finally said, "It's been such a long day, and I'm really tired." 

"This is really good wine." she added, pouring herself another glass. Then, "How could you mistake Bobbi for me?"

"She isn't really the conversational type, so I never got the chance to say, 'Hi'." I replied. 

"Yeah, well, that's certainly true." she said, adding, "She wasn't always like that. Something happened right after high school that completely changed her, and she suddenly hated men. And not just liked women better than men, she really HATES men." 

Thinking for another moment, she finally said "I'm just so confused though! Yesterday I thought I was feeling into you, but today just... it kind of went bad. And I know what goes on in this place. I thought that maybe I was ready for it, but..." 

"Hey," I said, "no pressure. I didn't know what went on here yesterday, so I wasn't looking for just a good time, you know? What you do is up to you. The offer to stay remains, though."

She thought this over for another moment, and was just about to open her mouth to speak. I heard a noise from the deck behind me, and Marly's eyes suddenly got very wide. 

"Well, now! Aren' we all comfy, cozy, and all that shit!" 

The voice was very loud, and very drunk, and it sounded like... turning around, I could see a naked Shelley, weaving our way.

"Hey, Jack! Howsh it hangin' there, buddy? I'll tell you WHERE ish NOT hangin', thas from Curt's ashhole boss! Genuine two-minute wonder, that one. Little, an' tiny, like a... tiny fucker. Whatcha doing out here all alone? Oh, you're not alone, are you?" 

In an exaggerated but still completely audible "stage whisper" she asked, "Who'sh your lady fren? This the one Heather says you're all gaga over?"

Marly seemed so shocked to have a completely naked woman come towards us from out of the darkness that she just sat there with her mouth and eyes open wide. Shelley unabashedly lifted her leg high up in the air to get it over the side of hot tub and showing quite a bit of herself in the process, almost falling in twice in her drunken state. Marly started looking around for someplace to run to. 

Shelley was about to sit down in an empty corner when she spotted the bottle of wine behind Marly's head. "Hey! Wine! Gotta get me some of that!" Shelley stood up again, and pushing her heavy hanging breasts right into Marly's face, reached for the bottle of wine. 

Marly bolted closer to my corner of the hot tub, and Shelley dropped heavily into the seat that Marly had just vacated. "Nothin' like a li'l WINE to make tiny pricked ashhole bosses go 'way, right?" Shelley said, then, looking around for a glass but not finding one, simply tilted the entire bottle up to her lips, spilling a good deal of it onto her bare chest. 

"Hey, Jack! Maybe ya could do me a BIG one, huh? With your big one, get it?" She giggled at her own joke. "Tiny li'l fucker can't FUCK worth a damn, right? Got off in two minutes, left me high 'n wet, know what I mean?" 

Coming across the hot tub directly at me, her arms stretched out, she whined, "Can ya help me out, Jack? Please?" It was my turn to get a face full of Shelley's tits.

As if Shelley had just noticed Marly again, she turned, slipping and falling into me, saying, "Aw, fuck! You're on a date, huh? Thash not a nice thing ta ask in front of your date! Where th' fuck are my manners?"

I held Shelley by her shoulders and directed her back to her seat, removing the bottle from her reach. "You've had enough of this for now Shelley. Why don't you go into your room and sleep it off? Where's Curt?"

"Curt! Ah, Curt!" she said loudly. "Well, now, Curt got Call Girl Barbie in the deal. Woman's got legs ta here 'n tits ta there! Looks like she can FUCK all night, too! Not like her pencil dick hubby. Oh, No!" 

An' Curt don' have to get drunk to stand her neither! Won' see Curt all night, I betcha!"

"I'll take that bet." Once again, a voice from out of the darkness, this time it was a man's voice. Already skittish from Shelley's presence, Marly now jumped completely over to my side, grabbing my arms and burrowing herself in for protection. Her touch was electric, sending a tingling feeling all the way through me. Shocked, I looked down at her in wonder at what she had just caused me to feel. She looked back up at me, a vulnerable smile on her lips, then leaned her head over onto my shoulder, continuing to watch the show unfolding in front of us.

Curt emerged from the darkness and knelt down beside the hot tub, near his wife. 

"I'll take that bet," he repeated, "because here I am, right next to you." Looking into her husband's eyes, Shelley jumped up from the water, throwing her arms around his neck and bursting into tears. Curt wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight and getting himself soaked in the process. They stood that way for a while, he slowly rocking her back and forth while she sobbed into his shoulder, mumbling words that I could barely make out. Curt was saying comforting words and hushing her with little noises. 

She finally pulled back from him, looking at his soaked clothing and smiling. "You're soaked. We need to get you out of those clothes." She began unbuttoning his shirt, finally just grabbing his collar and ripping the shirt off of his body when she had problems with the buttons. Then she began undoing his pants. 

"Here, let me." he said, reaching down and completing for himself what Shelley had started.

Marly observed this scene intently, watching the couple as Curt climbed into the water and pulled his wife back into his arms once he had sat down. Marly raised her eyebrows as he lifted his leg over the side, obviously more interested in what was hard and visible between his legs than she had been with what Shelley had revealed earlier. Shelley pulled away from Curt's arms, pulling him forward in the underwater seat until he was sitting on the edge. She then moved in front of him and turned to face him, raising, then lowering herself onto his lap. 

As she lowered her body, a long sigh escaped her lips. "Aaaaahhh. Thas' more like it. I can feel this one, and it feels so good."

Marly leaned over to me and whispered, "Is she doing what I think she's doing?" As if to answer her, Shelley began to slowly raise and lower herself onto her husband's shaft, while his hands reached up and cupped her full breasts, squeezing their mass, his thumbs slowly circling her large nipples. 

"Oh my God!" said Marly. "But we're right here! Shouldn't we be giving them some privacy or something?" Shelley's head leaned back as she continued her repetitive motions, letting out great sighs and moans in appreciation of the attention she was finally getting.

"I think they've kind of forgotten that we're here." I told Marly, as I lifted my arm up and around her shoulder. "And we don't seem to be bothering them too much. I can tell you from past experience though, this might take a while. Curt seems to have a great deal of stamina. Would you maybe like some more wine?" 

She just looked into my face with a shocked expression on her own, nodding and absently saying "Uh, huh." Then she turned back to watching Curt and Shelley, fascinated by what was taking place before her, unable to not watch. 

"I've never watched two people doing this before." she said. "It feels kind of wrong, but it's sexy as hell."

Shelley hadn't forgotten that we were there after all, because after a few minutes of slowly riding Curt's member, she stopped, lifting herself once more completely off of him. She had him reposition himself, then, turning completely around so that she was now facing us, she once more lowered herself onto him and resumed her previous motions. It appeared that she wanted us to enjoy her show almost as much as she would.

I noticed Marly sliding one of her hands under the t-shirt during this intermission, and could see an occasional movement of the wet fabric covering one of her breasts. Shelley changed her slow movements from up and down to one of rocking her hips forward and backward, all the time looking straight into Marly's eyes. 

One of Curt's hands stopped squeezing Shelley's full breast and slid down under the water, probably so that that he could use it on her clit instead. By her soft moan when it finally found its new home, I assumed that I was right.

Her eyes locked with Shelley's, Marly began to move forward through the water as if in a trance, captivated by the scene playing out before her. When Marly got close enough, Shelley extended her arm out towards the younger woman, it was met by one of Marly's. 

The two women locked their fingers together, then Shelley extended her other arm. Marly looked down at the hand reaching out to her, then looked back at me with questioning eyes. I nodded my head, and she turned back towards the couple before her, finally pulling her arm out from under her t-shirt, reaching up and grasping Shelley's offering.

A slow smile came across Shelley's face, she began to tug one hand towards herself, pulling it back to her unattended breast, opening Marly's hand up so that it cupped her. Marly let out a quick gasp, looking back at me once more. 

I made a "whatever you want" gesture to her, this time it was my eyes that were locked with hers. 

Taking a deep breath and licking the edges of her lips, Marly turned back to face the joined couple before her. Shelley released her hand then, but Marly left it where it had been placed, slowly beginning to move it around and feeling the sensation of holding someone else's tit in her hand. Looking down at the hand still in Shelley's grasp, Marly unlocked her fingers one by one, then slowly reached out and gently grabbed the other breast, taking it out of Curt's hand. 

Captivated by her new-found activity, Marly began to test the twin mounds in her hands, weighing them, caressing and rubbing them, then lightly pinching and pulling on the large nipples at their tips.

Shelley's cries increased, in both volume and frequency, with the attentions being applied to her by both people. Reaching down under the water in front of her, she began to pull the bottom of the t-shirt up under Marly's arms, who stopped her actions only long enough for her shirt to be pulled over her head, resuming her fascination with Shelley's tits as soon as her arms became free. 

Throughout all of this, Shelley had continued to slide herself up and down on Curt's hard shaft, until she finally was able to gain a release of the frustrations forced upon her by her husband's sexually under-skilled boss. Just as she let out a loud cry of pleasure, a burst of brightness exploded against the sky. The Fourth of July fireworks had begun.

With the first explosion, Marly suddenly came to her senses, looking with shock at where her hands were and what they had been doing. As if in a daze, she let go of Shelley's tits, then slowly moved back to sit down next to me, burying her face in my neck and pressing her own now bare breasts against my side. Suddenly realizing that she had somehow become topless, she sunk further into the water so that only her head and shoulders were visible.

"I want to see them, I love fireworks!" shouted Shelley. 

Curt had been able to hold off his own release throughout all of her ministrations, but it appeared that he too wanted release. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around his wife's chest and, lifting her up, he turned her completely around, so that her heavy tits were hanging over the outside of the hot tub, her upper body supported by her ribs. 

Then, still buried within her depths, he stood up in the middle of the hot tub and began to push himself once more into his wife from behind. Marly and I both alternated between watching the fireworks show and the more personal show before us, my arm once again around her shoulder, holding her close. One breast was crushed against my chest, and I luxuriated in it's contact.




The Beach House Ch. 06



Chapter Six – Session in the Dunes 

Jack spent the remaining part of Saturday touching up the pictures he had selected. Using Photoshop he removed two distinct rings he found on her hand and made sure the same items were removed from all of the photos. Later that evening he was almost done and ready to post them. He knew the pictures would be better received if he added a story. The storyline had always improved his viewer's enjoyment. In the past he had fabricated a few stories to enhance the pictures; for these pictures the real story was erotic enough:  The husband asked me to voyeur him and his wife and take these pictures of the two of them while they enjoyed themselves at the beach.  Jack posted the pictures, with the story, and went to bed.

Early the next morning, after a small breakfast Jack logged onto the site to check things out. It did not surprise him to find his pictures had already been viewed by well over a half a million people, leaving quite a few comments and praising the pictures, giving them high marks. There were a few simple-minded remarks left by a no-name character named  "Anonymous". He wondered why someone who had a problem with sexual material would look at the pictures and then complain that it was deviant sexual material! But the majority of the comments posted were very encouraging and very sexually suggestive. He decided it was time to share this new chapter with Dan and typed out his note. Ten minutes later he was standing next to the bench at the end of the path, leaving his note for Dan.

***** ***** ***** *****

Dan was making his mission to be the first one up in the morning to check for any new notes. He would take out the garbage and stroll quickly out the path to find the bench. This morning he was behind schedule. But once he reached the bench and saw the envelope, his heart started to race. He shoved it into his pocket and ran back to the house. Once inside he made his way over to where his laptop was stored, and placed the note into a side zipper compartment on the carrying case. He would read it later when he could be certain he wouldn't be interrupted.

Later that morning, Dan looked out the glass windows to see Dee sitting on her lounge under a large straw hat and sunglasses. She was engrossed with her book and he knew this would be a good time to look at the note. He found the laptop case, picked it up, and took it into a side room, away from her view, at a position where he could hear her enter the house.

He opened the note, read it, and smiled. He knew what he needed to do next. Pulling out the laptop, he powered up the machine and let the system boot up as he pulled the remaining wires out for the mouse and power supply. He entered his password, connect the power supply, and pull a chair over to the table. In no time the machine was ready and he was browsing Jack's site.

The first thing he noticed was a discreet picture of the two of them on the home page. Jack had done a good job of masking out their faces. He recognized the naked body of his wife immediately. Under the picture the caption read:  Exhibitionists enjoying their time at the beach.  Dan followed the link and found over twenty pictures, mostly of his wife, but some of the two of them naked together. The voting was strong and it was clear to him that his beautiful wife was well received by these viewers. 

Dan clicked on the link that took him to the comments. There he found a stream of comments that went on for pages. He started to read:

'What a body on her! I would love to fuck her myself, but how about showing the face? I would have given her higher marks if she would show all.' 

'Love the legs and the small bush. More please.' 

'If you are inclined to party, please email me at LoveToScrew@qmail.com' 

'I wish her lips were wrapped around my cock and not his.' 

Dan smiled at the comments. It pleased him that his beautiful wife was the object of their lust. The two of them had playfully argued about her beauty. She had always said she was too fat, and he disagreed. Now he had the proof, if only he had the guts to show her. 

He went back to the pictures and viewed each of them slowly this time; enjoying this new angle the pictures provided. Dan connected these images to his memory of their session on the deck. His penis was voting now; both of them were very pleased.

Dan had heard her open the sliding glass door and quickly moved to logoff the site. By the time she had found him in the house the browser was gone and there was no trace of Jack's site on the laptop. 

She smiled, walked over behind him, bent down and planted a kiss on his cheek. She also took a look at the screen to see what he was doing and found nothing of interest. So she asked, "What's so important that you need to be on the laptop so much this week?"

"Just checking emails from back home, nothing more." He lied. "How about you and I going out for lunch?"

"I'll never turn down a date with my husband that also includes someone else cooking." She smiled, kissed him again and walked off.

The two of them enjoyed a late brunch, which also got them back to the beach house in time to take another walk on the beach. In the late evening, they sat cuddled together in front of the TV, taking in a DVD. Dee had fallen asleep in his arms during the movie. He woke her as the credits rolled and they made their way to the bedroom for the night.

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In the afternoon of the next day Dan logged on again. He found a new set of more explicit pictures with even more overt comments. He sat back, stared at the screen, letting the mouse navigate through the site.

The pictures focused more on Dee, as did the last set, but this time there were close-ups of her breasts and pussy. One shot she was lying back in the chaise lounge with her legs spread and it was very clear how wet she was between her legs. There were close-ups of her ass, legs and full backside. Every shot was crystal clear to the extent of showing the sweat beads of perspiration running down her back. Because these shots zoomed in to her different body parts, made it easier to hide her face from the camera. The last shots were of the two of them, Dee sitting in the lounge, Dan standing with his pants on the ground while Dee was giving him the blowjob of his life. Jack had masked their faces, but left enough exposed to show the pleasure on Dan's mouth as she worked his cock. Not surprising, the comments focused on the last part of this set:

'Wow, a blowjob in clear view of anyone watching. That must have been exciting.'

'That one shot shows her taking his entire length into her mouth. That must have been over seven inches.' 

'Look at her boobs while she sits in front of him working that erection!' 

'What I would give to be that cock in her mouth.'  

'Please more of these two and especially of her.' 

Dan sat back after reading the last comment and had a hard time containing his excitement. This was an exciting session for the two of them, and these secret photos made it more exciting. He wanted to run out of the room to make love to her again on the deck. Instead he concentrated on the pictures to relive his excitement. Dan wanted another photo session, but he wanted to take it away from the beach house, and wondered how he could make that happen. It did not take him long to come up with a new idea. It would require Jack taking pictures again and would move their love making to another part of the island. He opened a word processor application, composed his note, and sent it to the printer while he went off to find an envelope. In the note he gave Jack instructions on what he wanted to do, where they would be, the weekday, and the time. He logged off the site, but left the machine up. He walked out of the house with the note in hand. 

He spotted Dee still on the deck as he walked out towards the beach. She was not able to see him place his note under the bench near the ocean. Turning he made his way back quickly to the house and prepared his next steps in his plan that would involve convincing Dee.

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Over dinner that evening Dan popped his question.

"How about a modeling session down the beach towards dusk?" Dan asked holding a glass of wine in his hand.

"What, you want me to model naked on the beach?"

"No, I thought we would walk down the long side of the beach and move into the dunes to take a few pictures of you naked. I really would love to do this."

Dee smiled, knowing that he was enjoying this new side of her as much as she was. "Okay, but you need to make sure we don't have any unexpected guests."

"It's a deal." Dan lied again, hoping that Jack would be recording their every move.

They both enjoyed the verbal foreplay over dinner as their imaginations played out a few scenarios of what might happen in the dunes. At the center of their fantasies was each being naked on the beach. They both knew that they would make love to each other at some point and at that time they would be on display to any voyeurs. This is something they had never thought of doing during their married years, yet this anticipated excitement felt like the first time they made love. Not knowing what would actually happen added to the thrill that was pulling them to the dunes. The pictures would be part of the fun, but being outside naked, making love in the dunes would be even more exciting. 

Dee decided she would wear a bikini underneath a mostly diaphanous sundress. Dan envisioned how he would pose his wife. They both enjoyed the thoughts racing through their minds.

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Early the next morning, Jack found Dan's note as he was bending over to hide his own note. He stood up, opened the note and smiled. He would not need to leave his own note behind because Dan had come up with a better suggestion than he. Jack had the morning and most of the afternoon to prepare for his part in this plan. He would be there early to position himself in a hidden location as Dan took pictures of his wife. Jack was pleased that he would soon have new pictures for his readers who were demanding more and more of her now.

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The afternoon flew by and before Jack knew, it was time to walk down to the end of the island. He strolled out from his house, down the sandy path until the dunes ended and opened to a flat beach. Taking a right he started his long walk down the beach to the spot Dan described in his note. He knew where it was. Those that had taken the time to walk down this part of the beach knew about the small boat that lay grounded near the jetty. It took the better part of an hour to walk to this location. Almost hidden completely in the surf were the rusted remains of a small fishing boat. It probably had broken loose from its moorings in some storm and floated down the beach until it was forced ashore to find its new fate as beach marker.

Jack looked up and found two paths that would easily lead them into the dunes. He started back on one path, looking for a spot that would keep him hidden, allowing him to keep an eye on both trails. He found a pocket in the sand, behind a clump of sea oats. Jack pulled out his camera and selected the lens he thought would work best. He selected a zoom option for some close-ups then played with the light meter and some different camera angles in order to figure out how to capture them without getting too much light into his lens. He placed the camera back into his bag, protected from the sun and sand, opened a bottle of water and waited.

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A half-hour later Dee and Dan walked past the same derelict boat in the sand. Dan looked around, first for any people, and second to see what tracks he could find in the sand. He found no one else nearby, and then took Dee's hand to follow the tracks he had just found heading into the dunes. He walked about fifty feet in and found a spot that hid them from the beach. The footprints in the sand looked fresh enough to have been made that day and continued deep into the dunes. Dan hoped they were Jack's.

Dan stopped, pulled out a blanket and spread it out across the sand, while Dee took off her dress. She was wearing a very thin, yellow bikini that looked more like three small bandages that barely covered her nipples and pussy. Dan found it hard to make out the strings that passed over her hips and down between the slit of her ass when she turned her back to him. She kept her hat and sunglasses on as she stepped next to the blanket and presented herself in a pose. 

The warmth of the sun gave her skin a soft brown glow, highlighting her hair as it flew around her shoulders under the hat in the hot summer breeze. After all these years she still looked as beautiful as the first day he spotted her in school. Dan could feel the excitement of their early relationship start to rekindle in him now. He pulled the camera up to his eye to begin taking pictures. 

The erotic setting and their anticipation of events soon to happen helped get them both into the mood quickly. They each secretly hoped that someone would stumble on them accidentally. Not that they were trying to have an audience, but the chance that they would be caught only added to their excitement. 

The feel of the cool grains of sand between her toes and the breeze on her mostly bare body made Dee feel sexy. Dan's lens followed her. He gave few instructions, taking pictures rapidly. She looked naked in this bathing suit although it legally covered all the important areas of her body. She reached down and pulled the bottom between her legs, forcing the material between her pussy lips to present a classic cameltoe. Dan's camera did not miss getting a close-up of her swollen lips pressing against the bikini material. He hoped to find some wet spots later when he studied the pictures.

Dee danced over the dunes, kicking up a spray of sand with her feet. She was getting excited being the center of his attention. Dan and his camera were all she concentrated upon now. She was enjoying her sexuality and wanted to see how this might affect her husband. This was their prelude to love, teasing the other, setting the stage to make love on the beach.

Dan kept the camera trained on his prancing wife as she reached up and untied the strings to her top. Her quick body movements tugged against the material, releasing the top, letting it fly from her body to expose her breasts to the summer sun. She drifted into one of her favorite fantasies of becoming a Sports Illustrated model for the yearly swimsuit edition. 

Dee continued to move around the blanket, making sure her photographer remained within reach to follow her every move. It was time for the last item. She stopped, turned to face her husband, making sure he would capture all of her assets as she removed the last important piece of clothing. Reaching down with one hand she untied the string stretched tightly across her hip. Dee watched as her cameraman focused his camera on her lower body. She pulled the string, letting it fall away from her, dropping to the side to expose half of her pussy. Moving her hand over to the other side she found the other string and pulled. The material dropped to expose her pussy, but did not fall away completely. The material was stuck between her pussy lips as it hung between her legs. She looked up, smiled at her situation, and let her husband record her current predicament so they could enjoy it later. Then lowering her hand she forced the material down, releasing it from its hold between her legs, letting it float to the sand. Dee spread her legs, thrust her chest out, placing both hands behind her head. She presented herself, completely naked, in the sun, for anyone to view, especially her photographer.

Dan could not make the camera work any faster, she was presenting poses that truly excited him and he worried that the camera would take blurred pictures as his hands shook with excitement. He continued to take pictures, hoping that these shots would be as good later, as what he was seeing now. 

Dee walked onto the blanket and sat down. She stretched her legs out and spread them across the blanket. Reaching back, she placed both hands on the blanket, while leaning back to accent her breasts. She continued to move from position to position until she was on her hands and knees, with her ass facing her cameraman. She spread her legs, arched her back, and looked over her shoulder. Dan liked this pose, not only because it presented her in the "doggie position" but it also showed both of her womanly assets that were normally hidden between her legs. He loved viewing her pussy from behind, as much as she enjoyed presenting herself to him like this. 

Dee was so excited about their picture taking, she had forgotten all about being in a public location. She stood up and started to walk away from him towards the open beach. At first Dan did not think she would actually exit the protection of the dunes. He lowered his camera and watched as she walked away from him. She continued to move away and he finally gave chase. She was one dune away from stepping out on the beach when she turned in his direction and posed. He had caught up to her, grinned, raised the camera and resumed taking pictures. She changed position, presented her ass, and then lowered herself onto her hands and knees again. This was his cue to stop taking pictures and start being her lover. Dan did not miss her signal. He quickly removed his shirt and shorts and then placed the camera down on top of the clothing. He walked over to where she waited; he could not help from sporting a very rigid, throbbing erection. Dee eschewed any hint of foreplay, urging him to kneel down behind her and place his penis at the opening of her pussy. Dan pushed in. Dee was very wet and took him fully inside with little resistance. He moved slowly in and out of her at first, and then started to pick up speed as she moaned with pleasure. He closed his eyes and started to concentrate on his own excitement, knowing that it would not be long before he came.

Dee was enjoying her own pleasure when she looked up to find a second couple watching them. She was startled at first and almost stopped her husband. But the thrill of being outside, in front of strangers, making love to her husband, took over and she no longer cared who was watching. She only wanted him to cum.

"Dan, we have company." She said softly, trying not to startle him.

Dan's eyes blinked open to look deeply into the faces of two people that clearly were more interested in watching them make love, than walking on the beach. The man had one arm behind the woman and the other hand between her legs. He was stroking her, while they watched Dee and Dan fuck on the beach. 

This was enough to push Dan over the edge and he came hard. Dee felt him pound against her ass feeling his cum spew inside of her. This pleased her immensely. 

Dan stopped and rested. He enjoyed his orgasm, holding Dee firmly in both hands, not letting her move, forcing her to remain on display for their voyeurs. She understood and kept herself still while he recovered.

They remained in this position, letting the other couple watch. Dan finally gathered his strength and slid out, releasing her. "Let's run." He said with a laugh and they took off back into the dunes, naked, away from their voyeurs. 

Dan had stopped long enough to pick up his clothes and camera, while Dee ran ahead. She made it back to the blanket, found her dress and quickly put it on. They looked over their shoulder to find their voyeurs, still curious, had followed them. 

Once they were dressed the show was over. The other couple turned back towards the ocean, and walked out of the dunes. Dee and Dan giggled as they wrapped their arms around each other to exchange a kiss. They knew they were naughty. It was fun. Their exhibition had added to their excitement. They picked up the remaining items, threw them into Dan's backpack, and made their way out of the dunes. They looked out just before they entered the beach to see where the other couple was and found they had disappeared.




The Beach House Ch. 06



"Do you think they're in the dunes doing what we just did?" Giggled Dee.

"Probably. Do you want to find them and watch?"

"No, I think it best we slip away now that we have the chance. They have already seen too much of us."

They walked out to the water's edge and quickly made their way back up the beach.

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Jack could not believe his luck. Not only did he pick the right spot, but the performance these two put on provided him more high quality pictures than he had thought he would get. He took a ton of pictures of Dee as she moved around the blanket. The fact that Dan was in some of the shots only added to the voyeur aspect of this session. It was hot. 

When Dee had gotten up and moved back towards the beach Jack was not sure if he should follow. But he was not about to miss any new shots. She was still naked. He didn't think she would walk back to the house like that, so he hoped for some more action. He was not disappointed.

Out from his hiding spot, crouched behind them, if either of them had looked back, they would have caught him. His luck was about ready to get better as the second couple came into view to watch his subjects fuck on the beach. This new couple was getting into it almost as much as Dee and Dan. Having them in the pictures, behind the "doggie couple" made for some very sensuous pictures that he would later enjoy himself. 

When Dan stopped fucking Dee, Jack stopped taking pictures. He was not sure what they would do next, but he didn't want to risk being caught. He moved back into the dunes and dropped below their view. He heard them giggling and moved across the sand. Jack stayed low, letting them move back to the blanket. When he thought it might be safe to look, he slowly raised his head and found them looking away from him, getting into their clothes. He also found that the second couple had moved into the dunes and continued to watch. When Dan and Dee had finished dressing he figured that he needed to drop down again. This time he lay low for a longer period of time until he heard Dan's voice fade away as they walked away from his hiding spot. Jack waited a little longer before he rose up in time to catch them walking out of the dunes and towards the surf.

He stood up and then made his way back to the first location. Packing up his stuff, he threw the backpack over his shoulder, and headed out of the dunes. He took a different path this time. He wanted to stay hidden within the dunes until he was sure Dan and Dee were way ahead of him. So he walked in parallel to the water's edge, but still hidden in the dunes. His decision turned out better than expected. Suddenly he heard a woman's moan. Jack stopped, and slowly made his way towards this new sound. In the dunes he found the second couple. They were both naked. She was sitting on top of him, riding his cock while resting her hands on his chest. Jack stopped, pulled out his camera again and spent the next half hour photographing his second couple in the dunes making love. This was truly his lucky day.



The Beach House Ch. 06



From the room beside ours, I saw other people emerging onto the deck to watch the fireworks show as well. The first was a naked young woman with dark hair, who rushed out in glee to lean against the railing. All that I could see from my vantage point was a very nicely built ass, a long, smooth back, and the side of one breast. 

"I just love fireworks!" She said happily to her companions, as they, also naked, emerged from within the room. 

As soon as I saw them, I knew that the first woman was Freddie. I had seen her leaving the party in the company of Janet and her husband Dave, and here they were. I of course knew them very intimately, as Dave and I had both had our cocks simultaneously buried inside of his wife just a few short weeks ago, while my girlfriend Heather had been getting thoroughly drilled on the bed next to us by yet a third man.

The motion in the hot tub drew Janet's attention away from the sky. Stepping away from the rail, she slowly walked over to watch up close what was going on, stopping directly in front of Shelley. 

Recognizing me, she said, "Well, well. How are you enjoying our little beach house, Jack?" 

Crouching down so that her face was level with Shelley's, she raised the other woman's face to her own, saying, "Hi there, Shelley. Are we having fun yet?" 

Shelley could only nod and gasp in reply.

She then placed her mouth over the other woman's, beginning a deep kiss that lasted for quite some time. By now Shelley had begun grunting and moaning again from the cock that was being strongly pounded into her, breathing with short gasps of pleasure. Her mouth not leaving Shelley's, Janet's hands moved to the same breasts that Marly's hands had been gently massaging just a few moments before. 

Janet was not as tender as Marly had been however. She began to twist and pull the nipples hard enough so that it must have hurt. Shelley only gasped at this rough treatment, beginning to push herself back onto her husband's thrusting cock each time that he drove it forward into her wet hole.

Dave and Freddie, both noticing that Janet had left them, apparently decided to invite themselves into the hot tub. Although I had seen her wearing any number of swimsuits in the past three years, I had never seen Freddie completely naked before. 

My first thought was the same as I had had at the party. Stunning. There was not a single part of Freddie's body that was too large, too small, or out of place, she had the body of a goddess, perfectly in every proportion. My sight became focused on nothing other than this beautiful woman coming my way, and all I could hear was the rushing of blood in my ears.

My second thought with regards to Freddie was that she was also my employee, and my friend, and that I really did not want to mess up either of those relationships. So I simply watched her come over and climb into the hot tub as I would a work of art, not as a sexual human being that I would so dearly love to bend over the side and fuck, in much the same way as Curt was doing to his wife just a few feet away. Besides, I already had my arm around a beutiful young woman, once who I was thinking I wanted to keep close.

Speaking of Curt, the noise in my head suddenly ceased, and I could hear him roaring into the night, blasting his seed into his screaming wife as the two of them had one large, shared orgasm under a sky filled with stars and fireworks. The bright lights and explosions continued on above us all as the two, so recently one, collapsed into an exhausted heap in one corner of the tub.

In a second corner, Dave and Freddie now sat, with Janet soon joining the pair, Dave's arms around both women, his hands rubbing their exposed breasts. In yet another corner was me and my still glassy-eyed companion Marly, who leaned over to whisper something into my ear. 

Straining to hear her over the booming skyrockets, I was fairly certain that I heard the word "horny", but wasn't too sure about anything else. I looked down into her face, and she nodded silently back at me. Glancing around at everyone who had joined us, she stood up in front of me, placed her hands over my own, looked directly into my eyes and said "I think we're over dressed."

She pulled my hands along with her own, and I watched closely as she pulled them back to her shoulders, then slowly slid them down along her naked torso. This was my first really good look at her body, and my first feel of her breasts. They were as smooth and as firm as I had envisioned them, as her hands guided mine across and around the twin mounds. 

Moving our joined hands down along her flat stomach until they reached the top of the men's swimsuit covering her hips, she asked "You're going to make love to me tonight, aren't you?" 

I nodded slowly and silently in reply, and her hands lifted away from mine, leaving them at the top edge of her trunks. She looked down at my hands and nodded again, saying only one word. "Please."

I slid my hands under the fabric on either side, sliding them around the sides of her hips and back along her ass. Pushing my hands further under the material up to my wrists, I used them to orbit her cheeks. Sliding them forward again, this time along her outer thighs, they at last met each other once again at her juicy lips. I slowly slid the trunks down her slender hips, stopping briefly when I could see the beginnings of her close-trimmed bush. 

A tiny whimper escaped her as I rubbed a finger from each hand up and down along the valley of flesh dividing her outer lips from her inner thighs. I slid my hands out over her thighs once again, heading for yet another meeting in the cleft between her cheeks.

"Please!" she repeated in a desperate, pleading voice, and I slowly began to pull the fabric down, revealing those swollen outer lips to my eyes for the first time. As I continued pulling the trunks down, over her knees and calves, I could not resist leaning in for a quick taste of her, running my tongue right up her wet, silky slit. 

This single action drew another whimper, then she reached down, placing her hands against the back of my head, pushing it further into the place I had only intended to visit briefly. I let go of the swim trunks and she stepped out of them, her dripping lips spreading out and revealed each time she lifted one of her legs. My hands were now free to work their way back to her rounded ass, this I kneaded slowly with my fingers, while running my thumbs forward between her cheeks and up along her slit, spreading those silky lips apart, preparing a path for my eager tongue to follow.

Her hands firmly grabbed clumps of my hair as she continued to whimper and moan, sometimes making mewling noises like a tiny kitten. She was still pushing my head into her as far as it would go. The angle did not allow me to do too much exploring into her depths with my tongue, so I concentrated instead on her outer lips and her clit, using various areas of my tongue to make quick, darting thrusts into this brand new territory. 

A quick attack on her clit with the tip, followed by flattening out and running it down, then back up the entire slick path from her asshole and back up to her clit once more. I used my teeth to nibble tender places, and my lips to draw her entire clit into my mouth, treating it like a tiny cock that needed to be sucked on. I continued to knead her ass, and to lick her dripping cunt, even as she began to buck and shake under my hands. Marly let out a high cry when she came, continuing to shake violently for at least twenty seconds before finally beginning to calm down. Afterwards, she slowly sunk down in front of me, sliding her firm young breasts and dark, erect nipples across my face as she brought her face down towards mine.

"Now you're the only one over dressed." she said, her hand diving under the water to pull down my trunks and release my aching cock. "I want this inside of me" she said softly, grabbing hold of the base of my cock with one hand while she pulled her hips towards mine. 

"Now!" 

I felt the same sudden jolt of electricity jump between us once again when our two parts touched, and as she sunk her well-lubricated cunt down around my stiff member, I felt as if I had grabbed an electric fence. 

"Ahhhh." was all that she said, sounding exactly as Shelley had while sinking down over her husband's cock earlier. I could feel the walls of her eager cunt stretching to fit my hardness. Lifting one of her breasts above the water line, my mouth moved down to suck in her stiff nipple, licking and nibbling it in much the same way as I had down with her clit. I finally lifted my mouth away from her breast, now using my hands to rub and massage them, bringing my lips and tongue up to meet hers. We sat there, her smooth body gently rocking back and forth on my hard cock, her breasts cradled within my massaging hands, her mouth and mine locked in a multitude of deep kisses.

Through all of this, I could hear Janet discussing with Curt how she had heard about his "method", and would he mind demonstrating it on her, training her husband in its proper application. Curt wasted no time considering the offer, telling Janet to sit up on the side of the hot tub. 

As he had the night before, Curt began training the other people in how to manipulate their tongues and just exactly where to put them. Marly and I remained locked together, different portions of my body being enclosed by the lips of her warm, tender mouth and those of her hot, wet cunt. We continued like this, as each of the other occupants tested their new-found skills out on Janet, and as Janet loudly came with Freddie's mouth covering her much-visited cunt, Freddie's tongue apparently doing a very good job inside of Janet.

It was as Shelley took her turn up on the side of the hot tub that Marly asked if we could move inside, to a place where we could be more private and more comfortable. I didn't feel it important to point out that the room had no curtains, and that if any of the group wanted to watch us making love, simply moving inside would not stop that activity. 

Instead, I agreed with her, and saying our good-nights to everyone else, we climbed out of the hot tub, heading for the room. Shelley let out a gasp, followed by a weak "goodnight", Dave simply waved behind his back with his free hand. He was unable to say goodnight otherwise, as his head was being firmly clamped into place between Shelley's thighs.

Marly climbed underneath the sheets, suddenly shy and timid once again. I grabbed the sheet from the bottom, pulling it out of her hands and completely off of the bed. There she sat, naked, vulnerable, and ever so beautiful in the light filtering in from outside of the room. Her lithe young body would be briefly lit up, then once more plunged into shadows as one exploding skyrocket would grow, then die down once again. She lay back on the bed, opening herself up fully to my gaze, inviting me to do so much more.

I decided that I would start by giving her a taste of what was happening outside. Lying down on my stomach near her feet, my upper body stretched between her smooth, slender legs, I placed my face once more at her entrance. This was my first really good look at her charms, so I intended to take my time, exploring her entire body in all of its details. 

She was wet. 

Of course, we were both wet, since we had just come out of the hot tub, not bothering to dry ourselves off before running into the room, but she was WET. The area between her slit and thighs was swollen with desire, her lips so soaked that a small stream of juices was being emitted from between them. 

Holding her upper thighs in my hands, I used the thumbs of both hands to gently rub and massage the swollen area, quickly causing even more juices to come pouring out. Her lips extended out, although not as far as some that I had seen on display in the past two days, making enough twists and folds to provide a man with an interest to explore more.

As I put my tongue up to these lips once more, gently licking at the stream of sweetness coming from within, I took the time to actually taste her this time. Slightly salty, with a hint of fruity flavor. And chocolate, that was a new one. After removing the liquid that had come out and covered her skin, I sucked one entire lip in between my lips, pulling it as far into my mouth as it would stretch, using my tongue to feel the smooth silkiness of the inside and the roughness of the outside. 

Pulling outwards with my thumbs and allowing my tongue a brief foray even deeper down her channel, I felt as if it was being enveloped in velvet. I could hear loud sounds coming into the room from outside, it seemed that the demonstration on Shelley had been completed. Remembering the night before, I idly wondered who had finished her off, and how. A moan from much closer brought me back to what I had been doing. 

Using my tongue as deeply as possible down first one, then the other side of Marly's channel brought even more quiet moans, but the move up, in search of her clit caused a quick shudder when I found it. Sucking it up between my teeth, gently biting down on its base to hold it in place, I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. This brought more than a shudder, as Marly began to buck violently around. If I had not had such a firm hold on her with both hands, I would probably not have been able to continue what I was doing without having to start over.

Marly calmed down a bit, and I began to probe around with my tongue, trying to find where Curt's favorite pressure spots might be located within her tunnel. Unable to locate either one of them with my tongue, I let go with one hand, pushing three fingers up her silky channel so that they could help in the search. More moans and gasps came from Marly, while outside I could hear a long, low growl, followed by laughter. I guessed that it was Freddie's turn out there. 

Probing around, using my thumb against her clit to keep her arousal level up, I finally found the two spots and began to rub them with one of the fingers I had pushed up inside of Marly. Her reaction was instant, she jumped upwards on the bed, bumping into the headboard. Apparently she was an extremely sensitive case, it would probably not take a lot to send her into deep, orgasmic, fits. 

I backed off once more, and began a more gradual method, licking and sucking in many various places, brushing against, but not concentrating on her hot spots. Each time I even touched her clit, or either one of the two magical points within her tunnel, Marly would let out a loud gasp, jumping violently out of my grasp.

I finally decided that the time was ready for a full assault, and readied myself to keep my mouth and tongue in place throughout the entire time. Firmly grabbing her strong hips and small, rounded ass in each hand, I dove into her dripping cunt with a much more direct approach. 

Leaving out all of the "in between" actions that I had previously thrown in, I moved my tongue between each of her three most sensitive points. She could not hold herself still through this assault, it was all that I could do to hold on to her bucking hips. 

Her moans became gasps, her gasps became cries, until all that I could hear was Marly shouting, screaming, "Oh, fuck! OH MY GOD! Stop! Oh, God, eat me! Don't you stop! Right there! OH, GOD!!! I can't take any more! Yes! Please! No! Ahhhhhhh!!!" She came with a long, loud, earth-shattering scream, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.

Normally, I would have stayed down where I was, tenderly licking her until she settled down, but she showed no signs of settling down. She continued to pant, and shake, and scream, until I began to worry that she was having some sort of a fit. 

I slid up her body and cradled her shaking form in my arms, softly whispering gentle words into her ear as she finally began to calm down, her screams now lowering back down to gasps for breath, her entire body soaking in sweat. Rubbing her back, holding her tight, whispering into her ear, that was what finally helped her come back down to Earth.

"Is she all right?" a voice said from the foot of the bed. Turning, I could see that it was Shelley, always the mother, who had come in to ask the question. I smiled back at her, then out at the entire group of concerned people looking in from the hot tub, telling her, "I think so now, yeah. Wow, this girl can really scream!" 

Now that the spell had been broken, I heard Freddie's voice from outside, saying "OK guys, shows over. Let's get back to more important topics, like me! I think you're all going to have to start over from the beginning. Oh and, Curt? I want this big bad boy to take me over the top after everyone else gets their turn!" 

Shelley looked out at the group, then back at Marly and I, holding each other so tight that we were almost one person. She smiled, and then headed back out the door to rejoin them. 

"I feel so embarrassed." Marly said. "I don't think I've ever cum like that before, and I think I got a little loud..." 

"It's OK." I said. "You're with friends, now. They've all probably been there before too, especially around here."

"Jack?" Marly asked. 

"Um hmmm?" I said quietly. 

"Could you make love to me now? Please? Now? I need you to make love to me. I need to feel you inside of me again." I released my tight grip on her body, lifting myself away from her so that I could get a good look in her eyes. Those lovely, almond-shaped, brown eyes. 

"Oh, honey," I said, "I have every intention of doing that. First though, I want to look at you all over. You've been hiding from me all night, and I want to enjoy you in every way I can." 

Her lip curled slightly in a pout, and she used a pleading voice, "I want you inside of me. I want to feel full of you! Please make love to me, please fuck me!" 

I ran my hands along her sides, feeling the smooth, sweaty skin that dipped in below her ribs, flaring out once again when it reached her hips. Sliding back up across her stomach, surrounding and cupping a firm, round, breast in each hand, I looked into her eyes, then dipped my mouth down, gently kissing her lips, her nose, her eyes, the scoop of her neck just below her ear. Caressing her breasts, rubbing my thumbs across her nipples, I continued my kisses above her neck. 

Even with these attentions, her frustration with my pace was beginning to show, saying "Fuck me! Get that hard cock into my wet cunt! Fuck me you bastard!" She lifted her legs up into the air, reaching down and wrapping her fingers tightly around my hard cock. 

"Stick this thing in me! I want you in me!" Moving her hips so that her wet hole, and my hard cock were in alignment, she attempted to raise herself up to it. I lifted my hips back from her each time she raised her own.

"Please!" she pleaded. "Please! I want you in... Ahhhhh". This last word came out as I plunged my entire length into her depths in one movement, impaling her on its length. 

"Oh yes, oh yes, that's what I want, what I needed!" she moaned out. Holding my cock still, as deep as it would go, I let go of her smooth breasts, bending my back so that I could reach her hard nipples with my mouth. Taking one into my mouth, lightly scraping its edge with my teeth, I sucked it in, tasting yet another new part of her body. 

Each part of her was a new and exciting experience, and I hoped to experience her for as long as possible. Once again, she attempted to move her hips, to control the position and movement of my cock within her. 

Once again, I used my own hips, preventing her from doing so. Savoring the taste of first one, then the other of her breasts, I slowly slid my hands down to her hips, her thighs, and at last her knees, pulling her legs from behind my back, spreading her knees up and out to each side. 




The Beach House Ch. 06



"Oh God!" she cried out, "Oh God, please! Please, just fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

And so, I began. Lifting my head up from her chest, I stared once more into those deep brown eyes and began to slowly ease myself within her. A smile of contentment played across her lips, replaced quickly by a look of surprise. 

Although I had been rock hard when we began, I still had not been at my full length, and she could now tell that, as we began to rock back and forth in time with one another, she driving her hips up as my own came downwards to meet her. We met each time in the middle, a gasp, a moan, a grunt escaping from one or the other of our mouths when this meeting occurred. 

Still holding her knees high and wide, I lifted my body higher up on the bed, so that each time my cock drove into her it rubbed its entire length along the tip of her clit. "Oh my God! Yes!" she cried, still doing her best to meet me in the middle. 

The longer we continued, the harder I drove into her, the less she was able to gather the strength to push back up. This caused the angles between our two bodies to change yet again, creating even more contact between my shaft and her clit. Her hands raised up to her breasts, where she kneaded them herself, pulling on her nipples, biting her lip in between deep gasps for breath.

Pounding myself down so hard that the bed began to knock repeatedly into the wall behind it, the beautiful girl beneath me shouting out encouragements and exclamations, I went on. Marly began another of her loud, shuddering orgasms, screaming out in joy and release, and I went on, pushing, pushing myself deep within her, pushing her so far over the edge of her orgasm that she must have felt like she was falling, down and down and down again. 

Screaming and cursing and panting beneath me, she rocked and shuddered, until at last, at last, at last I let go of my control on my own joy, my own release, my own shuddering, shaking, all-consuming orgasm. Driving into her for the final time, I sunk my body down over hers, both of us so tired and sweaty that we looked and felt like we had been swimming in oil. Rolling over to our sides, my hardness still contained within her hot, wet, channel, we lay there, motionless, panting and exhausted, finally satisfied.

That was how we fell asleep, held in each other's arms, her wetness surrounding my hardness, it still filling her up. I glanced outside just before falling asleep, but the crowd of people had left, the hot tub standing empty on the deck. 

It was not how I was awakened hours later though, sometime in the middle of the night. In our sleep, Marly and I had gradually let go of each other, each moving around on the bed until we were no longer laying one on top of the other. 

I woke up, lying on my back, to a slight shaking of the bed around me, and to a cunt being lowered onto my face. It was dark, and my vision was blocked by her ass cheeks anyway, but the feeling of her lips and throat enveloping my quickly hardening cock, and the wetness of her wet cunt against my own lips made vision not one of the more important senses just then. 

Her lips seemed larger than they had earlier, that was probably just because of the different angle at which I was meeting them. Her mouth felt like heaven over my length, when she began taking its full length down her throat it felt even better. I concentrated on what covered my mouth. This time, finding the two spots was much easier, either I now knew where to look in Marly, or the different angle presented them to me better.

We silently worked on each other's need, neither one of us having said a word before our mouths became too busy to do so anyway. Having her cover my mouth from above, and in a completely different direction made her cunt seem once again a brand new thing to me, and I explored it again as if for the first time. 

This time, it was I who exploded first, spraying a stream of cum up into her mouth. She came soon after, softly groaning out in pleasure at the attentions that my tongue had been providing to her. Soon after, she rose from the bed, softly padding away and into the bathroom. I must have fallen asleep again then, because although I never heard her return to bed, she was just there, lying on one side when I rolled across the bed to her. 

Cupping one breast in my hand, I found her opening with the other, gently entering her from behind while she slept. I slowly pumped my length in and out of her, eliciting new moans of pleasure from her side of the bed, until I once more filled her with my seed. 

"What brought that on, stud?" was the soft, quiet, question from her sleepy mouth. "Didn't I give you enough last night?"

It was then that I realized. She had not been my midnight visitor, it had not been she who had creeped into my room, into my bed, wanting to have my mouth devour her wet sex, wanting to both give and receive pleasure in the middle of the night. 

"I just wanted to be with you again." I said to Marly. 

"Mmmm." was her tired reply. "Any time you want to, just come on over and slip it in..." And she was asleep again.

I lay there, with this beautiful, sexy, wonderful woman in my arms, with my cock once again inside of her, thinking about just why Shelley had been so secretive, slipping in, then back out of my room. I was still wondering when I fell asleep again, this time sleeping until morning.



The Beach House Ch. 07



Chapter 7 (Easy cum, easy go)

In the morning, with the light from the not yet risen sun beginning to lighten up the sky, I awoke, awareness slowly coming to me. I thought that some tiny noise had brought me out of sleep, but when I looked around the room all seemed normal. On closer inspection, something about the bags stacked in the gloomy corner of the room did not quite look right.

Then I saw an envelope lying on the nightstand. It had not been there before, that was definitely something that I should have noticed when Marly and I had first come in from being soaked on the lawn last night. Perhaps the placement of this had awakened me, a note from Heather maybe?

Taking it with me, I dressed quickly and went out onto the deck, now fully awake. There was not yet enough daylight to read by, so unless I wanted to go in to where there was light I would need to wait a little while. Standing at the rail in the pre-dawn light, I observed what went on around the house before any guests arose. I could see cook staff arriving to begin breakfast, and maintenance to clean up the remains of the party the night before.

Coming up the path from the marina, I saw what seemed like one large person. As the shape came closer, I saw that it was two people, one walking, the other riding piggyback. Except it was more piggyfront.

It would be hard to miss those tattoos. The person being carried up the path was quite certainly Marion, who I had met only two days before in the spa. And if I could see her tattoos, that meant she was most likely naked. As I said, she was being carried in front of a man. A huge, hairy, mountain of a man, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her legs around his back. And if I was not mistaken, she had yet another body part wrapped around one of his.

The man was walking, almost a canter in fact, easily up the path, carrying Marion the entire way. As he walked, his gait caused Marion to be jolted up and down, and each time that she was jolted down she would cry out as his cock was driven deep inside of her. What a way to travel. I watched this odd pair as they passed beneath me heading towards the courtyard, her gasps and cries audible the entire time.

Noticing that it was finally light enough to read the letter, I opened that up now, with not just a little trepidation for what it may contain.

It was indeed from Heather. As her words were seared into my memory, I felt a growing sense of loss, but at the same time a feeling of relief. Heather told me that she loved me, but that she needed to find out who she was. That the events of this weekend had made her believe that I should do the same. The letter said much more than that, but its main message was that while we might always be friends, we were no longer a couple.

As tears of loss filled my eyes, I pushed the letter into my pocket and returned to the rail. I watched the waves make their unending trip towards the shore, I watched the sky lighten, I watched boats make their way across the horizon, but I saw none of it. I was standing out there, all alone now, feeling very sorry for myself.

Wasn't this what I had been moving towards all weekend? What I wanted? I was free. Free from the guilt of wanting someone else besides my girlfriend, of wanting something else than what I'd had for so long.

I decided that what I needed was to get drunk, and not on the wine in the room. I went quietly back through the room and out into the hall. I had hard liquor in the boat, and by God, I was going to go drink some of it.

Once downstairs, I headed for the courtyard, stopping suddenly as I reached the door that led out to it. There were two people there in the early morning light, two people who looked so wrong together that even my grief-stricken brain could not help but notice it.

Out in the courtyard stood Curt's boss and Curt's daughter Kelly. He was holding her close, taking every opportunity to make contact with her firm young body, his hand on her back, her arms, her ass. She was smiling, her hand reaching out to take the envelope that he was handing her. Today seemed to be the day for envelopes, I wondered what surprise this one might hold. I watched as he ran his hands up and down the front of her body, and as she shook her head no. Then the two split up, he walking back towards another house entrance, she staying where she stood, opening the envelope to look inside.

Already suspecting what she would be removing from it, but hoping against all hope that I would be wrong, I watched as Kelly pulled a thick stack of green paper out, rifling the edges with her thumb. She looked around the courtyard then, suddenly realizing that she was exposed, shoved the contents back into the envelope, and turned to walk away.

"Good morning, Kelly" I said from my doorway. "What do you have there?" A look of surprise came over her face. As she tried to push the envelope into the pocket of her jeans, she dropped it, the bills spilling out onto the stone. I had almost reached her by then, and I leaned over, picking up a stack of one hundred dollar bills. If that was indeed the case, I held five thousand dollars in my hand. Looking up into Kelly's eyes, which were suddenly filled with tears, I asked the question that I really did not want answered.

"What did you do for him, that he would give you this much money?" She opened her mouth to speak twice, closing it again each time. I could see the wheels turning in her head, trying to come up with something that she could have done, other than the one thing I was already sure of. In the end, she said nothing, instead continuing to look at me with tears streaming down her face.

"Well, now I know how he knew that your parents were here." I said. "They thought that their weekend here was a secret, that no one would know." Reaching up and holding her chin, I said "But you knew, didn't you?" Making my own quick check of the cash, I saw that these were indeed all hundred dollar bills. "How did he get you to make that call?"

"He..." she started, then finally blurted out quickly, "He gave me half before, to talk them into coming out sometime this summer. This is the second half." 

"But he's not really a bad guy!" she began to protest, "Mom just doesn't understand him!"

"And he's pretty quick, I mean, you know, he doesn't last long, so it wasn't like she had to be with him all night or anything..." she trailed off, realizing that her arguments were only making the look on my face worse, not better.

"Did you know how long your mother has avoided this guy before you did this?" I asked. 

"Well... Yeah." she answered. "But, you know. It's just sex!" 

"And, like I said, he's pretty quick! He's not into foreplay, and it's all over in just a couple of minutes. And he's done then. He just gets up, and like, he leaves after. He usually doesn't even say anything." 

"So, it's like, no big deal, ya know? It's just sex!" she repeated. "She's been getting sex from you all weekend, and from Alex too, ya know? So, like, what's one more guy to her?" 

"He's real quick!" she said again. "And then he leaves! Every time I've ever been with him, that's all it's been! In, out, and gone! It's no big deal."

I sat down on a bench nearby, remembering the events of the night before. I thought about Shelley's look of horror at seeing this man walk into the room, at her eventual realization that he had found them. I thought about when she had decided to sacrifice herself, her own standards, believing that she could save her daughter from having to be with him. I thought about her pain and her anger afterwards. And it had all been for nothing. Kelly had already been with him, apparently multiple times. Kelly had in fact been the reason that he had known they would be here, had sold her own mother to the man for ten thousand dollars.

Realizing that she had not won me over with her arguments, Kelly changed tactics. "You're not going to tell Mom, are you? That I did this?

"You can't tell Mom. What will she think of me?" 

I slowly raised my head, looking into this young girl's pleading face.

"I'll do anything for you! You can fuck me all you want, any way you want! Right here even!" She quickly unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it to each side to reveal her firm young breasts, standing alert even without any bra. Grabbing the back of my head, she pushed the nipple of one toward my mouth. 

"Here. Fuck me right here!" Pulling off her shorts, she lay down on the ground, spreading her legs to each side, revealing her pussy. "Here. On the concrete even." She reached up to my pants, trying to find the zipper. I reached down, stopping her hand.

"I don't want to do that." I said quietly.

"Please!" she cried. "You can't tell Mom! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" I asked, again speaking very quietly.

"Oh yes, anything!" she replied. "I know! I'll be your slave for a month!" reaching down, spreading her lips with her fingers, she said "You can take this pussy and this ass anytime you want, day or night. I'll do anything you tell me to." 

"Anything." she repeated.

"Six months." I said to her.

A look of relief swept across her face. She thought that she had won, and what would I ask her to do? She knew that I was basically a decent guy, and that no matter how mad I was right now, I wouldn't torture her for three whole months. She also knew that she would be here, and I would not, and that in six months I might come up only a few times. The amount of time did not matter to her. "Done!" she said. "You own me for six months."

I looked at her with sorrow. It was so easy for her. She would sell her mother to a stranger, sell herself to me. Standing up, I told her "Come with me". Kelly fell into step behind me like a puppy. She reached to pick up her shorts as she followed, I said "No. Leave them there." Even so, I was certain that she had a smirk on her face, believing that she had spared herself, that I would not personally do anything to really hurt her.

And she was right. I would not be the one to punish her for what she had done.

We walked across the courtyard, towards the spa entrance. "It's closed." said Kelly. "It's too early. But I can get us in the back door! We can be comfortable in there!" she said suddenly, thinking that I was just looking for someplace quiet to go screw her into submission. She opened a side door, and we walked through the darkened spa, towards the massage area.

From behind one of the massage rooms, I could hear the sounds of a couple having sex. Going with a guess at who was behind the door, I opened it and entered, pulling Kelly behind me.

As I had suspected, Marion was lying on her back on the table, her legs spread wide to each side. The hairy man, who I had seen carrying her across the grass earlier, was pounding his cock into her red, swollen, gash. I moved around to see the action more closely. The man was huge. I saw more than twelve inches of his cock getting pulled out of Marion's cunt, only to get slammed back into her again. He was bigger around than my arm, it looked as if she was getting fucked by a horse.

I watched as his cock was swallowed up by her lips, again and again, watched as a large bulge formed on the outside of her abdomen, traveling up as far as her ribcage, then back down her body again when he pulled his massive log back out of her well-used cunt. The movement of his cock within her body caused her dragon tattoo to appear alive, as if it were truly a breathing animal. Fascinated, I watched her cum-encrusted tits jump upward with each of his thrusts, the dragon's tail tattoos that encircled her globes whipping back and forth.

Her battered cunt looked as if she had used all night, and I wondered if she had even been to sleep yet. Her entire body, head to toe, was covered in cum, both wet and dried, most certainly that of a number of different men. She was open and sloppy, which was probably a good thing considering the size of the hairy man's cock. He smelled as if he lived in the woods, and had not had a bath or a shower in a month.

From the sounds both people were making, their ride had been going on for quite some time, and was likely nearing completion. I couldn't see how Marion could take much more of the repeated pounding she was receiving from her mountain man.

As we watched the huge man continue to pound into her, the normally controlling woman went out of control, her body jerking like a puppet beneath him. A scream of conquest came from her lips, a long, low, animal scream. The man grunted then, pushed in one more time, then stopped, buried deep within Marion. A sudden gush of white liquid came pouring out her then, covering his legs and hers.

After they had both quieted down a bit, I made our presence known, saying "Good morning Marion." 

Craning her head to see me from around the big man, Marion's smile grew wide. "Good morning, Jack!" Then she saw Kelly, her shirt open, her shorts missing, and a puzzled look came over her face. "What do we have here?" she asked, roughly shoving the big man off of her, then sitting up on the massage table. He moved over to the side of the room, not certain what was expected of him. Marion shot him a look that said "Stay."

Instead of giving her an answer, I asked her a question. "What name did you call me on Thursday?" 

"Jack" was her quick reply. 

"What other name?" I asked again.

"Ah." she said at last. "I see. Good morning." she repeated. "Master."

"So, you recognize me as Master?" I asked, "Of all who serve you as well? I am someone who can give you things, or take them away?"

"Yes, Master" was her only reply.

"Then I am giving you something this morning." I said, indicating Kelly. "A gift." Kelly looked at me suddenly, a hint of fear in her face once again. "This girl has declared herself to be my slave as well, for six months. I am now giving her to you, for the first one of those six months."

"No." whispered Kelly.

"Shut up, slave!" I told her. "It was your idea." Turning back to Marion, I continued. "We'll see how she does for the first month. I may let you have her longer." A thoughtful smile passed over Marion's face.

"Please, Jack. No!" Kelly pleaded. "Don't make me do this!"

"This will be your punishment." I said to her sharply. "Perhaps in time you will even understand why what you did was so wrong." Turning to Marion, I said "I have some rules."

"Of course, Jack." said Marion. She was likely dying to know what Kelly had done to anger me so much, but in the mean time she was salivating over the prospect of having a new slave to dominate.

Looking down at her oozing, swollen, gash and the drying cum that covered every part of her body, I changed the subject, "How many men have been inside of you since last night?"

"Eighteen." she answered simply. I blinked in surprise, not expecting such a large number.

"And how many of them did you allow to fill you with their cum?" I asked.

"Seven." she said, and then added, "Carl here was to be the last."

Turning to Kelly once again, I said "Clean her up." As Kelly turned to go into the shower room, I stopped her. "No." I said. "Here." 

"Now, with just your tongue." She gave me another pleading look, but I was too mad to have any compassion just then.

"Start out by cleaning out her cunt, and any of Carl's fresh cum on her body." I said. "Get every drop. The rest will still be there when you're done.

"We'll see how good of a job you do. If you do well enough, you may finish it in the shower room."

"If you don't do a good job," I went on, "I may just tell Carl here that your asshole could be his." A look of terror came over her face as she contemplated that fate. Marion had no doubt been very well stretched and lubricated by the time she had finally allowed Carl's monster to enter her. He would probably rip Kelly in two if she had to take him unprepared, especially up her ass.

Tears were streaming down her face as she kneeled down at the foot of the massage table. Looking back at me once more, she whispered "Please." I shook my head no, stepping forward as if to push her face into the reddened gash before her. 

"No." she said, "I'll do it myself."

Her mouth hovered over the gooey mess for a few seconds, then she pushed forward. She began by cleaning up Marion's upper legs, then her huge cunt lips, the tattoos of the dragon lips and teeth almost completely obscured by the cum that covered them. When Kelly pulled the lips to each side so that she could get their entire surface, they looked like small wings on either side of her cunt, and stretched out to the size of a coffee cup saucer.

As Kelly worked her way in towards Marion's inner lips, I walked around to Marion's side and began to lay down the rules.

"I still own this slave, I am only giving her to you for one month." I said. Marion nodded, then winced. "Watch it down there." she warned Kelly. "It's very sensitive just now. You need to be more careful of your teeth."

"After she cleans up you, and... him," I said, indicating the large man still standing in the corner of the room, "she is only to give showers to women, and to men who tend to cum quickly or who have tiny cocks." Again, Marion nodded.

"She may clean them in the same manner as she cleaned me on Thursday if she wishes." I said, meaning that Kelly could wash men's cocks using her own pussy as the washcloth if she so chose. "But she may not cum." Marion's eyes shot to mine.

"That's a big rule." I said, reaching over and idly rubbing one of Marion's cum-covered breasts with the flat part of my hand. "She may not cum while at work. Not with a customer, and not with a fellow worker." 

"If she does," I continued, pinching Marion's hardened nipple between my fingers, "you may punish her as you see fit." Kelly's tear-streamed eyes looked up at me once again, but her mouth remained firmly covering Marion's soggy fuck hole. I could see her throat moving, as she swallowed all of the cum that her tongue was removing from deep within her new mistress. "If I hear that she has, and you did not properly punish her for it, I will punish you instead."

Marion thought this one over. She was likely having the same thought as Kelly had earlier, wondering just how much punishment I might be willing to dole out.

"You will personally inspect her each morning, when she arrives for work." I continued, now rubbing and tweaking Marion's other nipple. "If you suspect that she has been fucked since leaving work, she must give you the one hundred dollars, per man, that she will charge..." with this, I looked down into Kelly's eyes, repeating my thought, "The one hundred dollars per man, that she will charge them for her services." "This slave does not own her own cunt for six months, I do. She does not own her own orgasms for six months, I do. Which means that for at least the next month, you own her too."

"Kelly," I said. "I would suggest that you make certain that your new mistress enjoys your work a little more." Looking straight into her eyes, I said "You know what I mean."

Kelly's fingers went inside of Marion's channel, and remained there until she had found those two magic spots. It was easy for me to tell when that had happened, Marion practically jumped out of her skin each time one was found. Each time it did happen, I pinched and twisted one of Marion's nipples, causing her to gasp loudly with the combined pleasure and pain. 

Once she had found the spots, Kelly switched from cleaning mode to the pleasuring of Marion, her tongue working its way around inside of the other woman, building up the pressure on her contact points. At the same time as her tongue worked its magic, Kelly's hand remained, and began working its way up inside the other woman's stretched-out cunt.

Just as I had watched Carl's huge cock disappearing inside of Marion, I watched as Kelly's right arm was engulfed by Marion's sloppy hole. Once inside, she stopped moving the arm, but I could continue to see her tendons move and stretch as her hand and fingers massaged Marion from the inside.




The Beach House Ch. 07-08



Chapter Seven-- Pictures Found 

Jack scurried back to his place very anxious to download these new pictures. He had more pictures than before, because he had photographed two couples this time. He was very pleased. Jack also knew he had a lot of work in front of him that would not be completed this day. He worked through dinner and into the night. He had made good progress, but needed to get a good night's sleep before he could complete this task. He wanted to make sure there were not any mistakes; wanting to make sure both of these couples could not come back and take him to court.

Early the next morning he was back at work on the pictures. They had become a labor of love, no way near being a chore. He decided that he would post two different sets of photos, one of each couple. He was hoping that his readership would be able to figure out the connection, but he was not going to make it easy.

By the afternoon both sets were viewable on the WEB. He typed up his note for Dan and walked out of his beach house to deliver the message to their secret mailbox.

***** ***** ***** *****

The sun was dropping in the west when Dan found the note. He had gone out for a late walk to pick up a few items from the local store down the beach and decided to swing past the bench. He found the note with his name clearly printed, picked it up and placed it in his pocket. About an hour later he had set up the laptop in the living room, to keep a watchful eye on his wife reading her book on the deck. He positioned the laptop so that only he could see the screen as he logged on.

In no time he was at the site and found the link that Jack had written down: 'Sex in the Dunes with my Wife'. The machine opened a new window and Dan was presented with twenty thumbnail shots of both his wife and himself that Jack had taken. He clicked on the link that would force the browser to display each of these pictures in a larger format.

The first shot showed Dee standing naked with one dune behind her blocking the ocean from view. She stood sideways to the camera displaying one breast, her buttocks, and the long hair flowing down her back. In the sunlight she looked like a sun goddess. Dan loved this shot. The next five shots were of Dee in the same location on the beach, but in different poses. In one shot she was pictured kneeling down with her ass facing the camera, her racing stripe clearly visible between her legs. It was a very erotic shot that was designed to have an effect on any male's penis including Dan's. There were a couple of full frontal shots that were altered to hide her face, but left nothing else to the imagination. 

The next shot showed Dee walking towards the beach and Dan following with his camera and erection. A few shots of her posing, and finally Dan kneeling behind her, she was on her hands and knees, leaning against a sand dune, while Dan fucked her from behind. The last two shots showed Dan and Dee clearly making love in the dunes with their voyeurs visible in the distance behind them. Those last two shots were very erotic and told their own story.

Dan sat back in his chair and adjusted his pants to relieve the pressure that had built up while viewing the sexy pictures of his wife. He had always fantasized about sending her to a professional photographer for nude shots. Now he was living his fantasy for real. There was something special about being her voyeur and this excited him. 

Dan decided to backup these pictures on his flash drive. Looked around and remembered it was still in the case in the bedroom. He moved the mouse up to the top of the screen, scrolled the page up, minimized the window, and stood up to make his way out of the living room and into the bedroom. He looked first in the backpack; the drive wasn't there! He thought it might be in his work attache, looked in that case and came up short. Dan stepped back, scratched his head, and tried to remember where he placed it last. He knew he brought it to the beach. He always has at least one flash drive with him at all times. It took much longer than he expected, but finally found it stuck deep in one of the pockets of his suitcase. Picking it up, he walked out of the room.  

What he saw next surprised him. Sitting at the kitchen table was his wife; with mouse in hand she was working the laptop. 

Dee looked up and smiled." You took some good pictures. I look good naked. When did you have time to load these on the machine?"

Dan at first was relieved with her comment, but realized that she must be looking at the earlier shots in the series. Now he was worried, and didn't know what to do next. "So you really like them?" He added hoping that he would be able to take control of the laptop before she saw all of them. "Let me show you what I took."

"I was wondering why you were spending so much time on this machine. Now I see why." She added as she continued to use the mouse. "No, I don't need your help, I'm doing fine."

Dan made his way quickly to the table; coming around the corner as the first picture of the two of them came into view.

"Now how did you get this shot? We are both in the picture." She asked and stopped moving her hand while the reality of what she was looking at started to sink in. "You didn't take this picture. You couldn't have taken this picture, because you are in this picture." Dee dropped both arms to her side, looked up at her husband and stared.

Dan didn't know what to say. He decided that this was not the time for him to talk. This was now completely out of his control. So he waited.

"Who the hell took these pictures and how did you get a hold of them?" She was now getting angry with her husband. 

Dan still did not say a word.

Quickly she looked back to the screen, took control of the mouse again and started to click away. "Oh my God, this is a browser and these pictures are of me naked on-line." Now she started to yell.

"Calm down. Take a close look. Your face is not visible in any of the shots." He quickly added seeing that she was starting to lose control.

Dee did not say another word, rolled the screen back to the top and slowly scanned each shot as it scrolled up the window. She was breathing hard, but as the shot rolled by her breathing slowed. "Okay, I don't see my face, I know who is in these shots, and they are pictures of me naked! Right?"

"Right, but let me explain."

"Okay explain yourself." She moved her hand away from the mouse, turned and looked up again, locking eyes with her husband, "Talk!"

Dan stumbled a bit, but over the next half hour he told her the full story, starting with their voyeur that first night, finding the first pictures on-line, talking with Jack and then setting her up for these shots and others.

"You mean there are more pictures of me on-line naked?"

"Yes."

"Show me."

Dan leaned over still standing, took control of the mouse, and moved them into another part of the site. He showed her all the pictures that where there and explained how they were taken, and on which day. With each set he stressed the point that her identity was still protected by the masking of her face.

Dee listened, asked a few questions, letting her husband try to explain himself.

"Why didn't you ask me first? These are very personal and now they are blasted all over the NET. How could you do this to me?" She was almost crying now at the lack of trust she had in him for doing this behind her back.

"If you remember, I said the first set of pictures was done without either of our permission. I was very angry to receive that first note and find these shots on-line. I actually was planning to punch this guy in the face when I met him. Then he explained how he protected your identity and started to tell me how others reacted to your pictures. He said you were quite a hit with his readership. I read the comments and I saw how other men lusted after my wife, and that excited me. I have always wanted you to pose for another photographer, but I never had the nerve to ask you. Now, out of my control, my real-life fantasy was happening." Dan stopped talking.

Dee, thought for a few seconds, and then commanded, "Show me the comments."

He pulled the comment page up for each set and let her read each comment for herself."

Actually, Dee's verbal comments were more interesting than the comments he had read:

"Oh my, that was dirty... Really, he thinks I look like a twenty year old... He wants to do what with me? Yeah, that will only happen in his dreams... Oh, that was good... Really, this one wants me to shave everything off between my legs... I'm already naked as the day I was born, how can I get any more naked?"

The feedback to her was calming her down. She was starting to realize that this group of strange men looked upon her as a sex symbol that they wanted to fuck. They actually thought she was beautiful, which was NOT how she viewed herself. Between reading comments, she went back to the pictures to see what they were talking about. She did not understand the minds of all these men. She was starting to understand that she was sexy in their eyes, and this did not hurt her ego.

"I'm sorry. I should have asked you first. I made a mistake." Dan finally said.

Dee looked up, made sure the sexy thoughts that were running through her head were gone and any indication that she may be enjoying this was not showing. She did not answer him. Dan needed to be punished for not asking. She removed her hand from the mouse, pushed the chair back, stood up and walked away without saying a word. He would need to think about what he had done, and he would need to do this without her being around.

The last sound Dan heard was the slamming of the bedroom door, a clear indication to leave her alone.

***** ***** ***** *****

Not a word was exchanged over dinner. They ate silently that evening. After dinner, Dee got up from the table to take a walk out on the beach by herself. She needed to think. She was not sure what she would do next, but Dee needed time alone to clear her head. 

Dan knew she needed her space and stayed back to clean the dishes. 

She walked back into the rental about an hour later, grabbed a book and made her way out onto the deck alone. She had decided what she would do the next morning. While Dan took his early morning walk she would put her own plan into motion.

***** ***** ***** *****

The next morning, after Dan left for his walk, Dee went into the bedroom to retrieve the laptop. She powered it up and got her coffee while it completed its boot cycle. She looked in the history file and had no problems finding the link from yesterday. Pasting the URL into the browser she found her pictures. This time she was looking for a special link and in no time found what she was searching for. She clicked on the "Contact Us" link and located the Webmaster link. The response was what she was hoping to get: a real-time conversation with the Webmaster. She didn't know it yet, but she was communicating with Jack. 

Dee typed that she was Dan's wife and did not appreciate the fact that both of them had posted nude pictures of her on the WEB. She was thinking about suing him and used these words to get his attention. It did. 

Jack introduced himself to her, gave her a little more information, confirming most of what Dan had told her, including that he was a business man, a professional photographer, and he did not need for her to become a problem for his business. Jack told her where he lived down the beach and invited her over for a face-to-face talk. 

Dee accepted his offer to meet in thirty minutes. She logged off the machine, and then went in to change into shorts and a tube-top. Placed her feet into sandals, grabbed her sunhat, sunglasses and strolled out of the house.

Dan returned a short time after she left to find the house empty, with no indication on where his wife might be. He was worried. 

Chapter Eight -- One Final Session 

Dee had plenty of time to think over the last twenty-four hours of her life and put it all into perspective. She was still angry with her husband for violating her trust. But reading those comments had shown her a different side of her life that she did not truly understand until now. Yes, Dan had constantly told her that she was beautiful. She knew she had lost her twenty year-old figure two children back, but here were all these comments from other men that thought she was very appealing. It pleased her to think about those comments and realize that she was still a very sexy, desirable woman. It excited her to think that these men were masturbating to her pictures. They said as much in their comments. 

Jack met her at the front door. He recognized her immediately having seen a lot of her lately through the lens of his camera. He opened the door and smiled.

Dee did not return the smile, nor did she accept his hand as he held his out. She did however enter the house and followed him to the family room in the back. This house was similar to her rental. It looked like most of the homes on this beach. Though each house was different, having its own character and this one was no exception.

Jack suggested that she sit on the far side of the room with the best view of the beach and then asked, "I know it is early, but would you join me in a glass of wine?"

Dee looked up, saw that he held a glass half full of wine and said, "Why not. I think I need a glass of something over this topic."

Jack rushed off into the kitchen, found a large wine glass, and poured out a full glass of the same red wine he was drinking; he did not ask her what kind of wine she might like.

Dee took the glass from where she sat, raised it to her lips and smelled the wine as she took a sip. The taste said expensive and she recognized it as a Merlot. She took another larger sip this time, and let the wine warm her blood. Dee moved the glass down and placed it on the table beside her. Looking up she found Jack sitting on the other side of the living room sipping his wine. "Okay, let's talk about those pictures. Who gave you permission to publish nude pictures of me on the WEB?"

"Your husband."

"Did he sign a release form?"

"No. He just gave me a verbal and asked that I make sure your face was not showing in any pictures."

"That's what I thought! The problem you have is he didn't ask me!"

"Would you have said yes?"

"Probably not, but I'm not sure now."

"Oh, you had a change of heart. What changed your mind?" Jack was now curious.

"All those comments on-line."

Jack had seen this happen before. A shy wife secretly dreams of being a Playboy model, but does not believe she has the figure. Her husband takes pictures, which she believes will be privately held. Then her pictures are published and the comments start to flow. At first she is angry with him posting the pictures. Then she reads the feedback and suddenly her alter ego takes over. 

"So you enjoyed the men's comments about your body?"

"Yes. But I also want to get back at my husband for doing this without asking me."

"And what are you planning to do."

"Have you take more pictures of me without his knowledge and post them."

"I have already posted a number of pictures of you that he had requested. How would this be any different?"

"This time you will be showing everything. Not hiding my face. He won't be expecting that!"

Jack smiled; this was exactly what he was hoping to hear. His readership would be exploding with this change of venue. Not wanting this opportunity to slip away he said, "Wonderful, when do you want to do this?"

"Tomorrow late afternoon, say around five. But there will be rules. I get to pick the clothing, the locations, the poses, and have final say on the pictures you post. You are just the photographer. Do we have an agreement?"

Jack didn't need to be asked twice, "Yes we do." Jack got up with the bottle of wine. Poured her glass full, and toasted their agreement with a click of two glasses.

Dee raised her glass and smiled. This was the first time she took a hard look at Jack and realized that he was a sexy guy in his own way. Tall, thin, good mop of curly hair, sporting a nice tan. I bet he has no problems getting his model to pose naked for him,  she thought to herself. This might be fun.

***** ***** ***** *****

There was little to no conversation between Dan and Dee at dinner time. Dan was smart enough to give her space, knowing she would cool down in her own time. Though he was a bit curious, she seemed to be very busy lately away from the rental. Late that afternoon she stood before him dressed to go out on the beach with a large sports bag hanging from her shoulder. Dee announced that she was leaving for a couple of hours and that he might want to fix his own dinner and not wait for her. He was concerned with this statement, but realized that this was not the time to ask her where she was going.

In a flash she was out of the house walking down the path towards the beach. Once she had walked past the last dune, Dan lost sight of her and went back to reading his book. But he could not concentrate on the book and turned on the TV instead.

Ten minutes later Dee was making her way off the beach and up to Jack's place. With camera in hand he smiled when he saw her approaching from the beach.

The first thing Dee saw was the camera. "A little bit anxious aren't we?" She teased.

"Did I tell you that I was a Boy Scout, and my motto is to always be prepared?" He thought he had made a cute joke; she only pushed out her lips in disagreement.

"Where can I change?" Dee asked as she walked in from the deck.

"Any room you would like. There is no one here but you and me."

Dee looked around; found the hallway and then a vacant room. She stepped in and closed the door.

Twenty minutes later she stepped out in a sheer black nightie, no panties. Her hair flowed around her head, having combed it out. She had applied a light amount of makeup around her eyes, cheeks, and lips. "Where is your bedroom?" She asked.

"Upstairs, why do you ask? I thought you were here for pictures."

"I am here ONLY for pictures, but the shots I want you to take will be designed to make my husband wonder."

Dee made her way up the stairs and Jack followed. She easily found his room, and the king size bed. Turning back towards Jack, "I just need to make a few changes with your permission." 

"That was one of your rules, go ahead."

"Though the bed was neatly made, she tore the bedding back and made it look like a lusty session of sex had just been completed. She searched and found a pair of underwear, socks, shirt, and pants from his chest of drawers, and tossed them about the bed to give the impression that they had been thrown there. Stepping back she surveyed her work. 

Jack knew exactly what she was doing, thinking to himself that this was going to be even better than he thought. 

Dee moved over to the bed, climbed on to face Jack in a kneeling position, raised her arms placed her hands under her hair and behind her head. "Okay, photographer, take your pictures."

Jack did not need to be told twice. He raised his camera and started to shoot away. He did suggest a few changes in her pose, which she figured he had the experience to decide. In a matter of minutes she was lying completely naked on the bed, legs spread, one hand between her legs, with a look of satisfaction painted across her face. He had suggested that she apply a small amount of red blush to her cheeks, which she understood why, and complied with his request for the final shots.

"Nice, very nice; I couldn't have done any better myself. "Jack said out loud as she slithered across the bed. Naked pictures of this beauty in another man's bed will certainly be a concern to any husband. It will also make a wonderful story; that in turn, will make a lot of his readers very, very horny. Life is good!




The Beach House Ch. 07-08



Dee excused herself after they were done with taking the bedroom pictures, making her way back to her dressing room to change.

This time she came out in a black garter belt, matching stockings, heels, and a large pearl necklace. Dee walked into the living room, quickly past Jack as he scrambled to find his camera. Dee smiled to herself as she caught the look in his eyes. She knew she had picked the right outfit. 

Jack thought she would stop to pose in the living room, but he was wrong. She made her way through the room, out onto the deck. Turning she raised one hand, and motioned him to follow her outside. He was very happy to accommodate her wishes.

Once the two of them were outside, Jack positioned himself with the sun behind him and Dee in front. She started to pose and he started to take pictures. She moved around the deck, and then further out. Jack thought she was trying to draw an audience, and in no time she did as people spotted her half naked on the deck getting her picture taken. He was certain that he caught a knowing smile from her when a group of young men stopped to watch her model. She turned towards them to remove the garter belt. Standing with her back to Jack, she stood up, spread her legs slightly, thrust her breasts out towards her audience and posed. Jack snapped away with her audience in the background. 

In no time she had removed any clothing that remained. Other than the pearls and heels she was completely naked to the sun and to her spectators. Jack couldn't wait to review these shots later.

Just as suddenly as her posing on the deck started, it ended with her picking up her clothing and walking back into the beach house. Their voyeurs had expanded to both men and women; it was the young college guys that shouted their displeasure with her departure. 

Jack remained on the deck, not knowing what would happen next, but hoping that if he remained outside, this would hold their audience. He was correct. She came back out, in a small blue bikini, covered by a sheer white-laced robe, barefoot, sunhat, and sunglasses. She walked pass Jack and made her way off the deck and towards the beach. Jack followed behind.

Dee walked towards the three young men standing on the path to the beach; each very tanned, having just returned from swimming. As she walked by she asked, "Would you like to see more of me? Yes? Then follow us." As young men of their age, it was their penis that was thinking for them now, not their brains.

A good size group followed Dee and her photographer as they made their way down the beach, stopping slightly beyond the last beach house. Dee walked to the water's edge, turned, pulled off her robe and started to pose again. Under the robe she wore a tiny string bikini. The two triangles that cupped her breasts, strained to stay on her body. The very small strip of cloth between her legs did little to cover her pussy. A series of a few strings was all there was to hold the cloth in place. She looked naked from behind. She ran into the waves, kicked up the water, letting the water wet the little cloth that covered her, causing it to cling even more tightly to her body. She smiled as she looked upon her audience, clearly catching the reaction she was having on these young men. They remained outside the camera's view, though Jack did his damnedest to get them into a few pictures.

Dee reached back, lifted one arm up from behind and pulled the small string that held her bikini top. It popped off, much to the delight of the three young men. Dee saw their reaction and danced over to where they stood. She moved up between them, reaching out to place her arms around two of them before they could run away. Jack did not miss this and started to rapidly fire away with his camera.

The men were pleasantly surprised to find her between them, and did not try to move away. She asked if they would pose with her, and each said yes. Dee moved around them, pulling them into her body or rubbing her body against their naked chests. They returned the favor by running their hands over her body. She was becoming aroused. 

They were not shy. They ran their hands over her ass, and grabbed a breast when they could. Dee did not stop them, but encouraged them to play with her as Jack continued to take his pictures. Dee was feeling the effects of having three sets of hands on her body, and did not resist when one hand found its way down between her legs, under the tiniest piece of cloth. She closed her eyes, moaned, and let the hand play with her body. 

They picked her up and held her in the air while they played with her, each concentrating on an exposed part of her body. Her movement and their hands finally forced the last piece of clothing to fall from her body, leaving her naked, off the ground, in their arms. She was on her way to an orgasm. Jack did not miss what was happening. He kept his camera focused on her and how the three young men were playing with her naked.

Dee's eyes were closed tight, while three pairs of hands were moving over her body. The fingers between her legs had found her clit, which only added to her excitement. One of her secret fantasies was being taken against her will by a stranger. Now she had three strangers playing right into her fantasy. It did not take her long. She came hard. 

The three of them knew exactly what they were doing. They were pleased with their work and exchanged a secret male smile as her orgasm took control of her body. They were hoping that this would move her to the next level where she might return the favor. They held onto her, continued to touch her body, letting her squirm in their arms. 

Suddenly she stopped moving and they stopped playing. Dee opened her eyes, looked at one of the men and said thank you. She pushed away, dropping to the sand; just soon enough, because one of them was in the process of dropping his bathing trunks, thinking it was time for the next phase.

"Sorry guys, that's all you get of me. I belong to someone else and not you."

One of the young men protested, but she was firm. "You got to feel me up and I received an orgasm in return. That's as far as it goes. Sorry."

Dee knew that she had worked these three up and it was time to bring this session to an end. She made her way over to collect her clothing, and then moved quickly over behind Jack. Using him as a shield, as she stood naked behind her photographer. 

Jack, realizing that this wonderful session was now over, barked a goodbye to the men and stood his ground. These guys were disappointed, but they understood that it would not go any further. 

Dee put on her robe as she and Jack made their way back to the house.

***** ***** ***** *****

Dee reviewed the shots, and selected the set that would be used on Jack's website. She signed the release form that he had printed up, and was just getting out of the chair to find her clothes to get dressed. 

"You know we could take one more set of pictures that would make him very jealous before you leave."

"And what might that involve?" Dee answered, guessing where his question was going.

"We could retire to my bedroom for one last set of pictures of the two of us."

"And who would be our photographer?"

"Oh, I have an automatic option that we could use."

"I bet you do. But you will have to be content with what you already have. Nothing more."

Jack was hoping for a different answer. "Well, you can't blame me for trying." He forced a smile.

"Nope, I guess I can't. And you can't blame me for saying no." Dee picked up a few items and walked off to get dressed.

Ten minutes later Dee walked out of the changing room, dressed, with gym bag in tow. "When do you think these pictures will be up on-line?"

"Probably late tomorrow morning." He answered.

"Good. If this does not make him jealous, nothing will." And she left.

***** ***** ***** *****

Jack found that he had well over two hundred pictures when he calmed down later that day to complete his work. As he stepped through the series of shots he was amazed at how many good shots he had gotten of her. She made it easy. The camera liked her, making his work enjoyable.

It was well after dinner when he finished preparing the pictures she had selected and wrote the story. He wanted to get this right and reviewed his work three times before he was completely satisfied. He did not push them to the WEB that evening. He would review them once more after a good night's rest, to make sure everything was done correctly. They were posted early the next morning.

***** ***** ***** *****

The next morning Dan noticed his wife in a very good mood. She seemed to almost be dancing in the kitchen preparing breakfast. He had worried about her the day before, noting she was gone for hours. Thinking it best, he did not ask where she had gone. Dan didn't know that shortly he would find out.

After breakfast, Dee went into their bedroom and retrieved the laptop. She powered the machine up in the living room. Dee found the site and also found her pictures. They had already been posted for hours and the comments were already in the hundreds. She made sure she could browse the pictures out of his line of sight. She also spent time reading the comments, which brought dampness between her legs. She was pleased. It was time to let the cat out of the bag.

"Dan, I have a surprise to show you."

Dan was very shocked to hear what she just said. 

"Come here and listen to what I have to say first." She was now issuing instructions. "I don't want you to say a word. Just sit down here, look at what I have to show you, and when you are done looking, we can talk. Otherwise I will not show you what I have. Is that understood?"

Dan answered, "Yes." Then he sat down in front of the laptop, while letting her control the mouse. As soon as he was facing the screen, she maximized the browser that was already running. He recognized the sight immediately and scanned the page full of girl friends, wives, and lovers until he stopped the picture of his wife. She was naked, at the waves with a beach full of people watching her pose.

"Who took these?" He asked.

"Take control of the mouse, and do not talk until after you have looked at all the pictures." She firmly repeated.

Dan wanted to ask his questions now, not later. Fearing that she would pull the plug, he quietly took control and double clicked on the initial picture. What he found next surprised him. There were a series of thumbnail pictures showing his very naked wife on a strange bed, outside on someone else's deck, on the beach in the waves, and surrounded by three young men that appeared to be playing with his wife's body and feeling her up. His hand shook, not knowing if he should continue or stop.

He enlarged each picture, one at a time, read the caption, and then moved to the next. Every now and then he would let a sigh out or quickly say,  Oh My God.  Finally he closed the last picture, sat back, looked up at his wife, and waited.

Seeing that he was looking for her to say something, she said, "Okay, ask."

"I know you, it looks like you were having an orgasm. Did you?"

"Yes."

"Did you plan for that to happen?"

"No, it just presented itself and I let it happen."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Did they fuck you?"

"No, no one fucked me. They wanted to. I didn't let it go that far."

"Did Jack fuck you?"

"NO!"

"Why did you do this?"

"Because you took control away from me by what you did, and I wanted you to experience how I felt."

"Oh my God! That is what this is all about."

"So, how did it feel?" She reprimanded him.

"It scared me. I thought I was losing you."

"Good. Next time ask and don't sneak around behind my back. If you had asked you might have gotten the answer you wanted."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I enjoyed doing these shots! Can't you see that in the pictures? It was exciting to become so sexual. It really got me hot. So hot, I can't wait to fuck you now."

Dan looked up deep into his wife's eyes to see her lust. "You enjoyed being a nude model, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Would you be a nude model for me again?"

"If you will ask and stop sneaking behind my back. Can you do that?"

The excitement was growing in his pants, "Yes, I can do that for my wife.'

"Good. Then let's fuck."

He didn't need to be asked twice. Without saying a word, he rose up, walked over to his wife, planted a deep kiss on her lips, and started to undress her. There would not be time to move to the bedroom. The living room would do fine, and if anyone was watching, that would be all the better.

***** ***** ***** *****

Later that day they headed home. It was hard to believe, but two weeks had ended and they were done with their vacation this year. The conversation was brisk and lively. As empty nesters Dee and Dan were already thinking about next year. Who knows, they might find another beach or another venue altogether. As long as it included posing Dee naked, it would be a good vacation.

They were driving down the road when Dee turned to Dan and asked, "Are we still planning to go camping the first weekend of next month?"

Dan was somewhat surprised by her question, "Yes, we always go camping after the beach. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I just wanted to make sure. I need to buy a few things before we go." Dee smiled to herself, knowing quite well why she asked. It turns out she asked Jack if he would like to voyeur them again at a campsite. She was thinking of surprising Dan with a new set of pictures.

 Special thanks to DocBlue for his edit work on all chapters of this story.



The Beach House Ch. 07



As she had been taught just two nights before, Kelly kept up the contact on the pressure points until Marion could not remain still. Her hips bucking up into Kelly's face, her cunt riding Kelly's arm like a multi-headed cock, she emitted the same animal noise that she had produced earlier with Carl. She continued this for the better part of a minute, finally settling down on the massage table.

Moving over so that my face was near Kelly's, I quietly asked her. "Are you done now? Is she all clean?" Kelly nodded soberly. I moved her out of the way, her arm pulling out with a loud, sucking noise, then drove myself into Marion's freshly cleaned cunt. It was still quite sloppy though, and I was getting very little friction from its inner surfaces. By placing my hands against the outsides of those huge lips and pushing inward, I was able to get just enough feeling from her channel against my cock that I eventually came, shooting my own fresh load deep within her. Quickly pulling out after having cum, I stepped back once again.

"Your mistress needs to be cleaned out again. That is now one of your jobs for the next month." I said. "Whenever she is full of cum, it will be your responsibility to remove it for her." Putting my still hard cock away, I zipped up my pants, then turned and left the room without a backward glance. I had every confidence that Marion could work the rest out on her own.

I no longer had the urge to go to the boat and get drunk, having taken most of my pain and anger out on Kelly. I realized that I had simply walked away from Marly, with no word or note of where I had gone, or when I would be back. She'd probably awakened alone, perhaps wondering what she had done to cause me to leave like that. I stopped by and picked up two coffees, hoping that if she had not been awake long I could pretend that was where I had been.

I need not have worried. Yes, the bed was indeed empty when I returned, but Marly was not wandering around, wringing her hands and wondering where I was. Instead, as I walked into the room I could see that all four of the women, Marly, Freddie, Shelley, and Janet were out in the hot tub. Curt and Dave were nowhere to be seen.

Passing through, I could see that they had also ordered a buffet room service breakfast, including the orange juice and champagne required to make Mimosas. I put the coffees onto the cart. Each of the ladies in the hot tub had a glass in their hand, and as I got closer I could see that they had all decided to forgo swim suits.

"Jack!" exclaimed Shelley as soon as she saw me. "Look everyone, it's Jack!"

"Good morning ladies." I said, walking out into the now sunlit deck. "I see that you're starting the day off well."

"Hey, you." Marly said coyly. "I missed you this morning. I had to make do with all women instead. Why don't you come on in with us?"

Glancing once again at the state of their undress, I quickly got out of my own clothes, leaving them by the door. Climbing over the side, I settled myself in, next to Marly. "I brought you coffee," I said, "but you don't look like you need it."

"Have you ever had one of these, Jack?" she said, holding up her glass. "I hadn't before, but now I've had three. They're WAY better than coffee." She wrapped her arm around my back, hugging me close and kissing me deeply. "I woke up SO horny." she whispered too loudly into my ear. "I really could use you up right now."

"We all could, dear." said Janet, laughing. 

Marly jumped, asking "Did I say that too loudly? Maybe I need another one of these things, so that I won't care!" All four women laughed at that. The bottles appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and the four glasses were filled once again.

"Hey!" Marly said. "Freddie and I are going shopping later!

"Since I can't get my stuff from Bobbi, I've got absolutely nothing to wear. Freddie has a company American Express card, and she says her boss wouldn't mind if she got me some stuff.

"What a nice boss Freddie has! Mine is an asshole."

I looked over at Freddie, who raised her glass high in greeting. Which brought one luscious breast above the water line. "Well," I said, swallowing hard and averting my eyes, "Freddie must have the best boss in the world then. If she thinks he wouldn't mind, then she must be right, she's pretty good at judging people. You should just go out and charge as much stuff as you want on this guy!" I finally looked back at Freddie and winked, and she smiled back broadly.

"Oh, I couldn't do that!" she replied. "I don't even know him. What if he wants something from me?"

Freddie piped in, looking straight at me. "He wouldn't expect anything from you that you didn't want to give. I say go for it! Get whatever you need."

"It's settled then." I said. "As soon as the stores open, you two will go shopping. You can even use my car, it's in the valet lot right now."

Marly purred with contentment, hugging me close to her. The attention from this hot, vivacious woman brought my cock back up to full staff. She noticed the change right away, a sly grin beginning to form on her face. "Whoops!" she suddenly said. "We have company!"

Looking behind my shoulder, I saw that Kyle had let himself into the room, and was walking towards the hot tub, peeling off clothing as he came. As he was leaning over to give Shelley a hello kiss, she asked "Where are Kelly and Heather? I thought they would be with you." Kyle gave me a quick glance, letting me know that he knew all about Heather. I shook my head, and he nodded in return. We would not be discussing that particular subject, at least not yet.

"Heather wanted to hang around with the peons today." Kyle said, "And Kelly had to go to work all of a sudden. I'm not really sure why." Kyle climbed over the side, and into the water, his long cock hanging down as he did so. Janet noticed his equipment, and energetically patted the seat next to her. Marly's head had been shyly turned as he did this, so she missed the exposure.

"Hey there." she growled. "I'm Janet. Who are you?" Kyle looked at Janet strangely, as if recognizing her from somewhere but unable to place quite where. Sudden realization came to his face, he had likely remembered her from the introductory video. 

Scooting over to sit beside her, Kyle said "I've seen your work. And may I say, wow!" He and Janet began to converse with just each other, as if there were no one else eavesdropping. "Oh yeah," he said. "Sorry about my manners. I'm Kyle."

At the mention of his name, Marly, who had been once again shy with the addition of a new stranger, watching him with her own half-recognizing, puzzled expression, suddenly blurted out "Kyle? Little Kyle? Is it really you?"

"Do I know..." he began. Then, "Oh my God! Marly?" 

"It is Marly, right?" he quickly said, worriedly, starting to come our way. "Not Bobbi?" 

"No!" she said. "I'm definitely not Bobbi." Seemingly forgetting that they both were naked, she pushed off the side of the tub, towards Kyle. Meeting in the middle, they gave each other a hug.

"Wow!" he said, looking down at her exposed body. "I can't remember the last time I saw you, but... You sure have changed!".

"I haven't changed that much!" she exclaimed, blushing. "You were ten, and I was sixteen." 

"I used to babysit this guy!" she pronounced to the rest of us. Giving him another tight squeeze, an odd expression came over her face. "There's something in the water down here..." she said, reaching her hand down to grab whatever foreign object might be in the tub. 

"Oh. My! This is, um... new." she said, holding Kyle's huge cock in one hand.

"Oh my God!" she said, suddenly letting go of Kyle and hiding her face with her hands. "I'm so sorry! I can't believe I just said that!"

Kyle laughed. "It's OK Marly. I very much doubt that I'm anything like I was at ten." 

"Come on over here! I want to catch up." Kyle moved to a clear spot in the tub, and Marly slid over next to him. The two began talking excitedly about people and places the rest of us knew nothing about. While they talked, I noticed that he was sneaking quite a few glances across her naked body.

As I leaned back and watched them, for now just happy that Marly wasn't mad about my leaving her alone, Freddie slid over next to me. I was painfully aware of her very desirable body as well. Last night at least, she had been across the hot tub from me, and it had been somewhat dark. This morning however, neither statement was true. 

"Just what mischief were you up to this morning?" she asked. I looked into her face, trying to read if she really wanted to know the answer to her question. Finally, I decided that we had known each other too long for me to lie.

I started out simply, "Heather had left me a note when I got up this morning."

"And?" she asked. So she didn't know, I thought.

"And..." I sighed, but could go no farther. My voice cracked on the single word as it was.

"Oh. Oh, Jack." she earnestly said. "I'm so sorry." She held her arms out to give me a hug, but I didn't move towards her. If I had done that, I would have been in contact with that wonderful, forbidden body. She moved in anyway, squeezing me tight, pressing her chest into my arm, her breasts crushing against me.

By concentrating on just her face, I was almost able to forget about the contact of her breasts on my skin. I needed to keep doing that, I thought. "So, I headed towards the marina, to drown my sorrows..." I started.

"You don't look like you drowned them too badly." she said, releasing me.

"I got... sidetracked." I replied. "I ended up drowning them in another way." Freddie looked over at Marly then. "No." I said. "Not that way. Not with her, or with anyone else. Not like that." 

"Some day, I'll tell you. Not today." Looking intently into my face, Freddie finally nodded, accepting that answer.

"I've been thinking of going to the cove." I changed the subject, looking over at Marly as I said it, then turning back to Freddie.

Her eyebrows lifted, but at first she said nothing. Then, "You know that you can't just up and decide to go there. Conditions have to be right."

"And are they?" I asked.

I have no other way to describe it, she went into "sailor mode" then, and was lost in thought for at least a couple of minutes. While I waited for a reply, I decided to mix myself one of those Mimosas the women had been drinking. Freddie was so deep in thought that I could probably have made a close inspection of those "attributes" I was trying to avoid without her even noticing. Finally, she resurfaced, giving me a nod.

"We can do it..." she began slowly, then added a "but."

I love a woman who can do tide tables in her head. "But?" I asked.

"It's about four hours away, and we have to be there by no later than eight tonight." she said. "We won't be able to leave again until about the same time tomorrow night, so we won't get back here until sometime Monday morning.

"If you're planning on any guests, would they be OK with that?"

Instead of answering, I asked another question. "How are the supplies? For say, eight?"

"Eight, Jack?" she asked. "That boat only has three staterooms. People would end up doubling up..." Then she stopped, looking around. "Oh yeah, right, I forget where I am." 

"Did you know that the beds in this place sleep at least five? Or Curt and Shelley's did, anyway. We probably could have fit more in there." She looked at me, the unsaid invitation hanging between us. I looked back, realizing that Shelley may not be the only woman who could have been my midnight visitor. Janet maybe? 

"Anyway," she finally continued, "staples are good. I can put in an order for booze and fresh food before we go shopping, they'll come load them up before we go."

"I'll do thatt." I said. "I feel like steaks tonight."

"You'll do what?" asked Janet. She had quietly come up behind Freddie, listening in,. "What are you two cooking up?"

"We're talking about taking the boat out this afternoon." I said.

Janet just looked at me, asking. "Don't most people leave early enough to enjoy the day on a boat?"

"We're not talking about one day." I said. "We'll be getting back on Monday."

Janet continued to look at me, and for some reason, I HAD to ask. "Would you be interested?"

"Well, I could make it, but Dave has to be at work on Monday." she said. "Who else would be there?" she asked, as if it didn't matter.

"Everybody in here right now would be good." I said. "And Curt, of course."

"Of course." she said. "Did he teach you that tongue thing of his?"

"He taught it to all of us," then looking over at Freddie I corrected myself, "almost all of us."

"Jack can teach it to me then." said Freddie. "It could be a useful talent to have." 

"Would you like to practice on me sometime, Jack?" she added, hugging my arm.

Oh shit, I thought. My cock had finally begun to deflate itself, and she had to do that again.

"I've got something I can bring along if you want." said Janet. "I think it might make this little trip even more... interesting." Then she slid away, back over to Shelley's side and began talking. Shelley looked over at me, twisting her mouth in thought. 

"We're in." she said across the hot tub. "Curt too."

This last broke through the shell of Marly and Kyle's private conversation, and Marly looked at Shelley, then over at me. "In what?" she asked.

Freddie stood up, walking over to Marly's side of the hot tub. Kyle's eyes grew quite wide, although he had seen her yesterday on the boat, he had not realized just how beautiful Freddie was. "You and I", she began, "are going shopping this morning. And we should probably get cleaned up. I plan to melt my boss's Amex card to slag." 

"This afternoon," she went on, "we're all going down the coast a bit." "You can be gone until Monday, can't you?"

Marly's eyes grew wide. "You mean like a short vacation?" she asked. "I can get off until even Tuesday for that. Can Kyle come too?" 

"I mean," she said, turning to her rediscovered friend, "Would you be able to?"

"I know his boss pretty well." I said. "I'll get him the time off." What the hell was I doing? Shouldn't I be thinking of Kyle as my competition for Marly's affections?

Freddie was apparently thinking the same thing. "OK, then. You," she said pointing at Marly, "and you," pointing at me this time, "come in with me." "I really want to try that big shower out, and we've got some power shopping to do!"

I watched as the two lovely ladies climbed out of the hot tub and headed into my room. What a wonderful sight their naked bodies made. Janet scooted up behind me, giving me a shove. "Go with them, dummy." she said. "We'll keep Prince Charming here busy for a while. Oh yes, we'll keep him very busy." 

I shook out of my stupor, climbing out and following Marly and Freddie into the room. From behind me, I heard Janet asking Kyle. "So, you liked the little video we made? What was your favorite part?"

The shower was already running when I got into the room, so I headed in to check on things. Through the glass doors I could see both women. Freddie was applying liberal amounts of soap to Marly's body using a soap-dispensing mitt, her hands currently rubbing it into Marly's back, from her shoulders down to her nicely rounded ass. Marly's head was leaning back, her eyes closed, and it was evident that she was enjoying having the other woman tend to her.

Stepping in and grabbing my own mitt, I began to soap up the front of Marly's neck and shoulders, working my way down along her arms. A wide smile came across her face, her eyes remaining closed. Perhaps she wanted to keep up the suspense, was this me, or Kyle, or perhaps someone else entirely who had joined them in their shower?

Freddie's hands worked along the side of Marly's ribs from behind, applying lather to the breasts that stood so proudly out in front of me. Hugging Marly from behind, her own perfect breasts crushed into the younger woman's back, Freddie's hands made wide circles from Marly's stomach, up to her breasts, then back down again. My hands joined hers in this path, so that one of us was always cleansing and massaging Marly's breasts, and one was working on her stomach, dipping lower with each circle to that area lower down on her body.

On one of these circles, Freddie's hands remained below the bottoms of Marly's breasts, while my own remained upon them. The water from the shower was rinsing the suds away almost as quickly as we applied them, and as I moved my hands around to rub Marly's back and the tops of her ass, I leaned my face in towards her chest, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking it deeply in, earning another low moan from Marly. As I began to flick its tip with my tongue, my hands continued rubbing the tight area between her back and Freddie's front, making occasional contact with the smooth undersides of Freddie's own generous breasts.

Realizing the possibility of concentrating too much on Freddie instead of Marly, I kept my motions lower down on Marly's back, taking firm hold of her gently rounded bottom, spreading her cheeks out, then pushing them back together again. These actions were just as bad as or worse than before, as now the backs of my hands were able to feel Freddie's close-trimmed bush and the top edge of her labia. Bringing my hands forward to wash and rub Marly's hips instead, I moved my lips over to nurse Marly's other breast.

I worked on her hips, the outer edges of her bottom, and her legs next. Freddie seemed to have stopped doing any serious washing, her hand remaining fixed around the junction of Marly's legs. After I moved from the outsides of her legs to the insides, my hands once more began to come in contact with Freddie. This time, it was her own hands, which were on either side of Marly's pussy, rubbing its edge, pinching her clit.

I lowered myself down onto my knees, and looked closely at Marly's pussy. Freddie had been busy, it was quite wet with her juices. Freddie's hand stopped their rubbing, instead firmly holding the insides of Marly's thighs, her fingers pulling Marly's lips to either side as wide as she could, opening the channel up completely to my view. I moved my lips closer, until I could smell only the scent of Marly. I moved my nose up along her entrance, snaking my tongue behind it along the length of her wetness. She jumped at the contact, but Freddie had a firm hold on her, and her pussy only moved slightly away. 

I began to lick, to run my tongue repeatedly up the inner walls of Marly's pussy while Freddie held her solidly up, her lips spread widely apart. After a while, one of Freddie's fingers let go of its section of Marly's lips, moving slightly up to her clit, and she began rubbing. I plunged my tongue deeply in then, Marly almost but not quite jumping out of Freddie's hold. Dropping my wash mitt, I moved my hands slowly up the insides of Marly's legs until they met Freddie's, my thumbs pushed inside of Marly's channel while my own fingers cupped her exquisitely rounded bottom. My thumbs would get driven into her channel each time my fingers squeezed her butt, opening her even farther to my probing tongue.

We worked together, Freddie and I, licking and touching, plunging and rubbing, making Marly more and more frantic as we attended to her. She cried out, she moaned, she asked for more. And we gave her more, holding her steadily on her feet while the two of us made her pleasure be our only responsibility, our only task in life at that moment. I moved my mouth up slightly, beginning to suck on Marly's clit, to gently rub it back and forth along my teeth. Freddie moved her hands back up to Marly's breasts, holding their weight, massaging their softness, applying pressure to their nipples.

And at last, Marly came. As liquid gushed from her pussy, as her hips drove forward into my face, as her body, still firmly held up by both Freddie and I began to shake, to shiver, Marly came. And, as she had done with me before, Marly came loudly, her gasps, and her cries of joy and release filling the room as she did so. She always seemed to act as if this was a new thing to her, as if it was her first time, or close enough to being her first time that she was still amazed at the process.




The Beach House Ch. 07



"Shhhh." Freddie said into her ear, over and over, stroking her hand across Marly's back and hair. "Hush, little one." "You're with friends." "Shhhh." "All is well." Freddie's calm, muted speech finally settled Marly down, and she hugged Freddie tightly to her, sobbing her thanks, for the attention, for the concern, just for being there.

I picked up one of the discarded soap mitts as they hugged each other, bonding their newfound friendship, and quickly washed myself. Rinsing off, then stepping out of the shower, I left them alone, Marly still shaking in Freddie's arms. 

As I stepped out, Shelley stepped in, reaching down and giving my cock a little tug, smiling broadly as she did so. "Janet and Kyle went off into Freddie's room next door." she said. "It got a little lonely out there and really loud in here, so I thought I'd come see what's up." 

Looking over at the other two women, she said "It looks like maybe they could use another hand...". As I closed the shower door behind me, she reached down for a soap mitt, then stepped over and began applying it to Freddie's back. 

Picking up my discarded clothing, I dressed again, planning on going out and getting things ready for our trip. Stepping out onto the deck, I found Dave. He was sitting on a deck chair that he had positioned with a full view into Freddie's room, his hard cock in one hand. Saluting me with a glass of bronze liquid, he gestured for me to come over and join him. 

Following his gaze, I could see Janet, kneeling just inside of the door, her face on the floor, her large breasts squeezing out from beneath each side of her body, and her ass high up in the air. Kyle squatted behind her, his weight on the balls of his feet, pistoning his mammoth cock into her exposed cunt with a fury and power that one rarely saw. I could hear Janet's ragged gasping for air, along with other unintelligible sounds and words that were coming from out of her.

"He's been at it like that for several minutes now." said Dave. "He doesn't appear to be getting tired at all, and she sure seems to be enjoying it." As he said that, a high wail of pleasure came from his wife.

"It must be nice to have so much youth and stamina." Dave went on. "Curt was drilling her last night for at least forty-five minutes. You know, I love to fuck my wife as much as the next man, but there's no way I could last as long as those two."

Watching Janet getting pleasured by another man did not seem to bother Dave. It hadn't when he had watched me do it, in fact he had taken pictures that night, eventually joining in. Listening to her screams of passion seemed to make him watch her activities only more closely.

"Hey, where have you and Curt been all morning?" I asked. "In fact, where's Curt now?"

"Oh, we went out and played golf this morning as soon as the sun came up." he replied. We both watched with interest as Kyle paused for a moment. He picked Janet up and carried her over to the bed, laying her on her back, her legs hanging over the side. Then he pulled her legs straight up into the air, driving that long monster of his back into her waiting snatch. 

"She is so fucking flexible." Dave said. "You know, she used to be a gymnast, when she was younger. She can still get her feet up behind her head, you should have her show you some time, it makes for a very interesting fuck."

"Anyway, they've got a real nice golf course here." Dave went on, watching his wife's large breasts flop up and down on her chest as Kyle once again hammered his cock into her. "And Curt should be up soon enough. He's down in the FFAB line right now."

"The FFAB line?" I asked. This was a new term to me.

"Yeah, it's one of Marion's things." he said. "She uses it to punish her more unruly servants.

"She strips them naked, straps their arms and legs up to this machine that holds them in whatever position you want, puts a hood over their head, and sets it out in the courtyard.

"Anybody who wants to, guests, kitchen staff, even the gardener sometimes, and who has a dollar, gets to come up and use her." he went on. "That's what FFAB stands for, Fuck For A Buck.

"I was lucky." he said. "I noticed it almost as soon as she put it out. I was third in line.

"Curt was a little late, because he stopped for a few minutes on the way up from the course. He's probably going to be somewhere around twentieth.

"That girl's cunt ought to be so sloppy by then he'll have a hard time getting any traction though." he continued, leaning forward to watch, as his wife screamed out in her third orgasm since I had arrived out here. "There's a hose near the machine that you can use if you want, you're allowed to hose her out if she gets too full."

"Marion usually keeps them out there for an hour or two." he said, consulting his watch. "She can get about fifty bucks from it. She donates it to charity.

"There's probably still time if you want to down and have a go." 

"Oh, yea!" he shouted out, turning back to Freddie's room. "The kid's finally finished with her." Getting up from his chair and throwing back his drink, he said, "It's my turn now. I so love getting sloppy seconds from my wife." 

Looking back my way before he entered the room, he said, "You can have her when I'm done, if you want. I know she won't mind." He turned back into the room, saying "Hey baby! You looked like you were having fun! Are you ready for Poppa now?"

As I watched Dave push into his wife's sloppy hole, I thought about what he had told me. Not about liking to have his wife used first, although that was interesting information to have. No, I thought about that other, much sloppier hole that was getting repeatedly pummeled in the central courtyard right now. I had little doubt about just who the "unruly servant" probably was, it was almost certainly Kelly. 

She had probably slipped up, allowing herself to enjoy one of the men she was supposed to clean just a little too much, and Marion had probably noticed. It was so early still though, just how long had she lasted before she'd failed the test? Maybe it had been Carl. Had decided to sink herself down around his monster cock? If she had tried taking him inside of her, she was pretty much guaranteed to cum shortly afterward.

Because I had made Kelly into Marion's problem, I was curiously untouched by her predicament. I honestly did not care that she was strapped to a machine in the courtyard, unable to tell no to any man, having to let any man who wanted to come up and shove his cock inside of her.

But Curt was out there, either having just finished fucking his daughter, or still in line waiting to do so. I wondered if Marion allowed her servants to see who was using her. If so, I wondered what Kelly had thought when she saw her father stepping up to take his turn with her soggy cunt. 

Had she celebrated, saying to herself "finally"? That would appear to be the direction she was headed towards, ever since insisting that he take his turn with her in the hot tub Thursday night. She had said so herself, when he had been sucking on her bare tits, "I may have you do this every time I come home from now on!"

She had certainly done everything since then to make him interested in going farther with her, spending as much time as possible being naked around him, flashing her tits and cunt directly at him. His wife thought that he had been reacting to her friend Amber, but he and I both knew better.

Should I tell him, when he finally made his way upstairs? Should I say, "Hey Curt, you know that mystery pussy that you just shot your load inside of? That was your daughter, Kelly. How was it for you, dude?"

I finally decided to let it go. It wasn't my problem.

Passing back through the room, I could hear a woman loudly moaning from the open bathroom door. Smiling to myself, I continued out into the hall, quietly closing the door behind me.

I was busy for the rest of the morning making various arrangements, buying things that we would be needing for the trip to the cove, stocking up the boat, moving my bags out to it. I had no plans to come back and stay at the beach house again.

The women were apparently busy as well. When we met up in the room around one, Freddie had made a pretty good effort to fulfill her promise to use my Amex card until it melted. Shelley had gone with them as well, the three women came back to the room bearing armloads of clothing. Marly had probably had to borrow something to wear when shopping, but she came back wearing an almost see-through dress that showed her figure to great merit. Freddie had even remembered to buy a set of luggage, although she had Marly believing that it was for herself, and she was just "loaning" it to Marly.

Everyone went their separate ways for a while then, needing to pack for the trip. I took the opportunity of being alone with Marly to have a serious discussion that needed to happen sooner or later. If it went wrong, doing it later would make for a very long trip back.

"I need to confess something to you." I said, sitting down on the bed. She sat down next to me, but an immediate frown came over her face, and she took a deep breath. "Go ahead. I've heard it all before. Let me have it."

I opened up my mouth to talk, and she interrupted before I even said anything. "I just wish guys would come out and actually tell me why they're dumping me. I mean, they tell me I'm nuts, but they won't tell me why, then they practically run out the door screaming." Looking around the room, she said, "I should have guessed it anyway. You're already packed and gone." 

"Damn!" she swore. "I thought you were different! I thought we might have something good together!"

I looked at her in shock. What the hell was she talking about? Did she think I was kicking her out? Oh shit, she did!

"Sweetie," I began. 

"Cut the sweetie crap and just tell me." she replied harshly. 

"OK. I'm not leaving you, or kicking you out, or anything like that." I said, looking into her face.

"You're not?" she said, surprised.

"No." I said. "I'm confessing something to you. A couple of things, actually."

Her eyes narrowed, and she watched me warily. At least she wasn't mad. Or not yet, anyway.

"OK." I sighed. "Here goes. The boat we're going out on today? It belongs to me."

"But..." she began. "Freddie says that she's in charge of that boat." As the pieces clicked into place for her, she asked, "Does that mean that Freddie works for you?"

"Well, yeah." I answered.

"So, when she charged all this stuff up on her boss's credit card..." she trailed off.

"Yes." I answered simply. "Merry Christmas?" I asked, hopeful that she was not getting angry.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "I kept thinking some gnarly old man with yellow teeth was going to come and demand some kind of payment from me! I've been worrying about that all day." 

"You," she said, punching my shoulder lightly, "I can handle." "In fact..." she went on, "Do we have enough time for me to show you how thankful I am right now?"

"Hang on a second." I said. "There's more." "Do you remember Heather? The blonde I was in the restaurant with the other day?"

"Oh, you mean the little tramp that screwed Mr. Family Man in the men's room?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's her." I said slowly, then "How did you know about that?"

"I heard the whole thing through the wall in the women's room." she said. "I heard you doing her right after that, too. You sounded mad. I, um, I kind of, um..."

I looked at her, waiting to hear what she was trying to say.

"All right!" She said, quickly. "I used my little purse vibrator on myself while you were fucking her on the sink, OK?" 

"You made me cum that day too! Oh, God! I'm so embarrassed!"

"Oh." I said, amazed. "Um, OK. Was it good for you too?"

Marly giggled at that, seemingly unable to stop herself. "Well, yeah, it was." she replied. "It kept me horny all day! And it's why I wanted to find you again here yesterday."

"So anyway, back to Heather..." I began.

"She's probably coming along, right?" she asked. "I kind of expected it. It's OK, I'll do her too." 

"Although," she added, "I would prefer to do Freddie, she's one fine piece of ass!"

"Um..." was all I could say.

"Is that why you get all weird around Freddie? Why you won't touch her?" she asked. "Because she works for you?" 

"You do know she wants you, don't you?" she continued. "You don't, do you? Oh man, she's got it bad! And here you are, all la-de-da, not even noticing what's right in front of you."

"Um..." I said. "I have to tell you one more thing." "Because I really think that I... that you..." "Um..."

"You mean, "Us"?" she said. "Like, a couple or something? I would like that, a lot actually, but don't you already have a girlfriend?"

Rather than trying to say it, I just handed her Heather's note, then waited while she read it. Twice.

"When did she write this?" she asked, quietly.

"I don't know." I responded. "It was here this morning."

"So, you and me..." she began.

"Has nothing at all to do with this." I finished for her. "This just makes me not feel like quite such an asshole for... for starting something new."

"So, this weekend is a start of something new?" she asked.

"I'm hoping so." I replied.

"But from what I've seen so far, everybody else is going to be trading around like rabbits." she said. "I was kind of looking forward to that, in a way." 

"That's OK, she said quickly, but with a little disappointment "we can be exclusive."

"Um..." I began.

"But I really WAS kind of looking forward to it!" she said again. "I mean, you and me, US, can still be a couple. I really want to, I mean, I really want to." she repeated. "But..." "Damn!"

"You know what?" I said to her. "Why not? You and me, we'll either work out or not. I'm good with whatever happens."

"You want to have a go with though, Kyle, don't you?" I asked. Marly's face turned redder than I had ever seen anyone's face turn. "You do! You want to see how it feels to have Kyle's big cock inside of you!" 

Reaching my hand over to her leg, sliding it up underneath her dress, I went on. "You want him to be right... here." On the word "here", I slid a finger under her panties, rubbing it along her slit. It easily went inside of her, she was wet just from thinking about him!

"Hm." I said. "I think that I'm right. You're dripping from just thinking about it!" 

"You want," I said, as I picked up her purse, opening it up and removing a small vibrator. "You want," I said again, as I gently pushed shoulders down onto the bed, then kneeled down on the floor below her, folding her skirt up across her belly and pulling off her panties. "You want," I said once more, turning the vibrator on, and began running it along her wet slit, "to have Kyle's long, hard, meaty, cock right up here."

A whimper escaped from Marly's lips, and her hands reached down, trying to meet mine over the heat of her sex. I pushed them back up, saying "No. You need some attention right now. Let me do this for you." She whimpered again as I leaned my mouth in, following the path the vibrator had been taking just seconds before. With my tongue busy on its outer surface, I turned up the speed on the tiny vibrator on, pushing it all the way up inside of her welcoming channel.

I ran my tongue up to her clit, this drew a sharp intake of breath from her. Using my fingers to rub and pull her lips, to open her up for my pleasure.

"You want to feel Kyle down here like this." I said, quietly. "To have his hot breath on your thighs, to have him licking your cunt... here," which I then did, "to have his lips, and his teeth, and his tongue touching your clit... here." which I did as well. "You want his tongue up inside of your hot, wet, hole, like this." 

I drove my tongue deep within her, moving the buzzing probe from side to side within her using my tongue. Marly's continued whimpering became begging. "Please, oh God, please, yes! Fuck me, Kyle! Shove that big cock of yours inside of me! Fill me up, let me feel you deep inside of my cunt!" she said, as I ran my tongue along her inside channel.

"I want to feel you!" she cried out. "I want to be split in two by your cock!" I want to feel both of you inside of me at once!" This last one surprised me a bit, but she had me considering it now. Reaching up inside of her now dripping hole with three fingers, I removed the buzzing device from inside of her, moving it up to touch her throbbing clit. "Ah!" she cried, jumping from the sudden contact.

Standing up, then leaning over her, lowering my mouth to her ear, I whispered, "You will have Kyle inside of you." she sighed at that thought. "Tonight," I said, "you and Kyle can enjoy each other's bodies." 

"He'll kiss your neck like this." I said, brushing my lips along the base of her neck. "He'll rub your tits like this." I said, pushing one hand up under the front of her dress, under her lacy bra, clutching her full breast in my hand. "He'll lick your entire body, your neck, your tits, your cunt." 

"Kyle will lift your legs up," which I then did, "and as you wrap your legs tightly around his back, he will" I slowly pushed my cock into her waiting pussy, getting yet another sigh from her, "put his big, fat, long cock up inside of you." I pulled my length almost out of her, the tip barely contained within her lips, "All the way in. In and out," I said, as I slid balls-deep into her depths once again, "over, and over, and over," I began to rock back and forth. Removing my hand from her breast, recovering the still vibrating wand, I held it on her clit while I pumped my length in and out of her.

"Kyle will fuck you then." I whispered to her beginning to feel the familiar pressure within myself. "Long, and hard, and fat, he will fuck you, until you just can't take any more." 

"Your young lover will fuck you until you are just too tired to fuck back." I said, pressing the vibrator hard against her clit now, still pumping myself just below its buzzing tip. "Until your legs are no longer locked behind his back." The pressure inside me continued to build up.

"You'll feel like a rag doll, and you'll lie beneath him, exhausted, wondering when he's going to tire, while his cock slams into you again!" I had passed the point of no return, and could feel the sperm boiling out of my balls. "And again!" I came then, stroking in and shooting deep inside of her. "And again!" 

Marly came then as well, holding her arm across her mouth, her now familiar loudness muffled against it. "Until even he can take no more, can use your tired body no more, and he fills you up with his young seed!" Staring deeply into my eyes, out of breath, Marly grabbed my head, pulling my lips down to her own, kissing me deeply, holding me so tightly that I wouldn't have been able to get up if I wanted to. 

Releasing the kiss, she could only say "Oh, God! Thank you!"

We stayed like that for a few minutes, my cock still hard inside of her, for once, not shrinking down or requiring a recharge.

"Ahem." came a voice from behind me. Craning my head back to look, I saw our entire group standing in the doorway to the deck.

"I hate to break this up," said Freddie, "but we kind of need to get down to the boat and out on the water pretty soon, if you want to get into the cove. Do you two think you'll be done with this any time soon?"

"Oh God!" Marly said, letting go of me, and trying to pull her dress back down. This was impossible until I got up, so everyone was provided with a quick flash of her cum-filled pussy when I got up. "Oh, God!" she repeated, embarrassed.

"It's all right, hun." said Janet. "We'll be seeing a lot more than that by the time we head back." 

"Come on, girl! Let's get all your new stuff into your bags. As much fun as that looked, we all want to get on our way!"




The Beach House Ch. 08



Chapter 8 (The Cove)

As Freddie got us under way, the rest of the group gathered in the salon with their overnight bags, looking to me for instructions. "The cabins are below," I told them, "through the galley and down the stairs. I realize that where I put you may not be where you end up." I received laughs in response to that. "Aft cabin is mine, and..." looking at Marly, I said "Marly's." She nodded to me, then hugged my arm. "Curt and Shelley, take the fore cabin. Freddie stays in the center, with..." Taking a quarter from my pocket, I said "Call it, Kyle!"

"Heads!" he shouted.

"Tails!" I said. "Looks like you're bunking with us." Marly blushed beside me, but her grip on my arm became very tight, and I heard a low growl. "Janet, looks like you're with Freddie. Just put your stuff in the rooms for now guys, and get comfortable. I'll get you all drinks."

As they made their way below to stow their gear, I went over to the bar, spending my time mixing the various drinks they had requested. For me, it was finally time to get that huge shot of alcohol I had been looking for after reading Heather's letter. I made my drink first, drank some while working on the others, then went back and topped it off when I was done.

The three ladies all came up dressed to lie out on the deck. Even Shelley had chosen to be more revealing in her garb today than yesterday, maybe because she wasn't going to be next to a couple of eighteen year-olds this time. Janet's large tits were threatening the fabric of her bright red swimsuit top, Marly had on a skimpy silver suit, with a tube top that showed off her smaller breasts quite nicely. The three grabbed their drinks, then went out onto the sun pad and settled in for a while.

Curt and Kyle had found the DVR, and were settling into a recording that Freddie had made of a women's world beach volleyball tournament. They seemed fairly knowledgeable of the game, commenting on the plays almost as much as on the scantily clad players. Careful to keep them separate, I took two tall glasses of iced tea topside. One had a shot of alcohol, the other with a lot more alcohol than tea.

Freddie had worn a thin sundress on her shopping spree with Marly, as I emerged from the front stairwell, the angle of the sun showed me that this was all that she was wearing. She noticed me looking, but said nothing, accepting the tall iced tea I handed over to her, saying "Thanks! It was getting a bit hot up here.

"Is everyone getting settled in?"

"I put Janet in your cabin." I said. "I hope that's OK."

She took a long drink of her tea, staring at me over the top of the glass. "Do you really expect these people to sleep where you tell them to?" she asked.

"No." I admitted. "It's just where they'll park their bags."

I sat down, watching her as she monitored the boat, hers as much as mine. I could tell that it was running on autopilot right now, so she wasn't exactly being strained. "Do you like my new dress?" she asked, twirling around after noticing that my attention was riveted on it. As she twirled, the bottom hem rose dangerously high. "My boss bought it for me."

I smiled and nodded, admiring the dress, as well as what was very visible underneath it. "He must think highly of you."

"Oh, he does." she said. "I just wish he would give me more in benefits." We looked at each other, both knowing what she meant, neither saying it out loud. 

"Marly's a nice girl." she said finally, looking out the windshield at the trio on the sun pad in front of us. "I like her a lot." I nodded again, admiring the three women soaking up the sun's heat.

"You're not going to hurt her, are you Jack?" she asked. "She's not just a convenient replacement for Heather, or a case of you taking advantage of the house rules?"

The question had already crossed my mind, so it wasn't a new subject for me. "No." I said, staring at the horizon. "I was interested in Marly before I knew anything about this place, and before the note. I think it may be why Heather chose to leave when she did, because she thought I could survive it now."

"And how does she feel about you?" Freddie asked. "I heard you saying some rather interesting things back in the room earlier." 

I looked back at her. "We all did." she said, in reply to my unasked question.

"I honestly don't know yet." I said, watching the subject of our conversation as she turned onto her back in the sun. "It's weird. I mainly just want to make her happy, whatever that takes. I've never felt that way before, not even with Heather."

"Kyle IS young." she said, pointing out the obvious. "And he has certain... "other" attributes that we women find useful in a guy." 

"You, on the other hand," she went on, "are older, wiser, kinder, and definitely richer. And, if what I've heard from ALL of the other women here is true, MUCH more considerate." She took another sip of iced tea, looking at me. "Not that I have any first-hand experience in that area, of course."

By that time, I had drained my entire large glass of "iced tea", and my head was beginning to spin. Perhaps I should not have poured quite so much alcohol into the mix, considering that I had eaten nothing today. The heat of the day was not helping either. My head buzzing, I sat down on one of the soft chairs, only half listening to what Freddie was saying. She began talking about her shopping spree with Marly.

I was finally able to shake my head clear, but decided to stay sitting for the time being. Freddie was quiet, standing in front of me and examining me closely. The sun was directly behind her, outlining her form in shadows beneath the fabric of her dress. 

Satisfied that I was going to be all right, she dropped what might seem to be an innocent question on me. "What do you think when you look at me, Jack?"

I looked for my glass, now empty, so that I could take a pause before answering. "Well, I see a good friend..." she nodded slowly. 

"And of course, the pilot of my boats..." her eyes narrowed slightly. "That's not all of course." I said quickly.

"I don't know, Freddie!" I finally blurted out. "I mostly see you as one of the guys!"

I knew that it was the wrong answer as soon as it came out. Freddie stood there, looking at me coldly.

"One of the guys?" she said, quietly.

"Um..." I said. Boy, that made it all better.

She cocked her head to the side, now looking at me as if I were a bug. "So, I'm one of the guys. You go to the gym, with the guys, right Jack?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah..." I answered tentatively.

"And after you do whatever you go there for, you go into the locker room, right Jack?" she continued, still looking straight into my eyes.

"Yeah..." I said.

"So. When you, and 'the guys' take showers..." she said, crossing her arms in front of herself, grabbing the shoulder straps of her sun dress. "Do any of them look like this?"

Pulling the straps off her shoulders and letting go, the dress fell to the deck in a pool of fabric. Just as I thought, the dress was all that she had been wearing.

Freddie moved closer toward me, using her hands to cup her perfect breasts. "Do any of them have these, Jack?" she asked, rubbing her hands around each globe, tweaking the nipples gently. 

"Do they let you look at them, rub them, even suck them if you wanted to?" She reached down, lifting my hands up so that they were now cupping her full breasts.

While I began to knead her tits, she moved her hands down her body, finally running a finger along each side of her slit. "Do they have one of these, Jack?" One finger traced its way back between her lips, collecting a coating of her juices, brushing her clit as it came back forward.

She lifted her wet finger to my open mouth, rubbing it across my tongue. "Would they taste like that, Jack?" she asked.

Keeping one finger on and in her pussy, rubbing it back and forth between her lips, her other hand rose back up to one breast, leaning towards me at the same time.

"Do any of the guys ever let you suck on their tits, Jack?" she asked. "Would you do it if you could?" Leaning forward so that her nipple was before my lips, she brushed its hard tip across them.

I'm just a guy, and I can only avoid my natural tendencies for so long. Reaching one of my hands around her, behind her, I cupped her ass, kneading its smooth surface, then moved my head forward and sucked in her offered nipple.

"Mmmm." she moaned. "That feels so good."

"Tell me that you do this with all the guys" she said, a finger on her lower hand now strumming her clit like a banjo string. As my hand continued rubbing her cheeks, I began to work my fingers forward, until they rested at the entrance to her opening, soaking wet, just inside of her lips. I moved my hand all over her ass and along the edge of her lips, eliciting appreciative groans.

Pulling her upper body away from me, Freddie fed me her other nipple, this time with a command. "Bite down on it, Jack." she said. "Make me know what your mouth feels like."

I bit down, making sure not to bite so hard that I would draw blood. "Harder." she ordered. "I like it rough. Chew on me like you mean it."

I bit down hard enough that she jumped, then, holding the tip of her nipple between my teeth, I flicked my tongue across it, switching back to practically chewing on its rubbery surface, then to flicking it with my tongue once again.

While I was busy abusing Freddie's breast, her hand moved from her clit to my shorts, unzipping the fly and pulling them down around my knees. She grabbed my cock, pulling on its length to guarantee that it was hard and available, then she sat down on it, burying it inside of her very hot and juicy cunt in a single plunge.

She was so wet that I sunk in easily, even though she felt as tight as a vise around me. I had dreamed of being right where I was now, my shaft surrounded by her heat, her wetness. Smooth, and silky, the clinging walls of her tight channel began to glide up and down on my thirteen inch shaft, grabbing it, milking it, plunging it into her again and again.

My mind screamed at me then. "Wait a minute! Thirteen inch shaft, dude?" it said. "You're eight at best, and that would have to be on a good day."

I didn't listen. Freddie was beginning to ride my cock like I was a rodeo bull, screaming out in rapturous joy now, slamming herself fully down upon its fourteen inches... "Oh, now fuck you!" my mind yelled. "Now you're fourteen inches? Get a grip, Jack!" 

At that instant, Marly came up in front of me, peering around Freddie's shoulder. "Oh, Jack! I thought that you wanted me!" 

Kyle stood beside her, naked, his huge cock held tightly in her hand. "It's OK babe, I can take care of you just as well as he can." He pushed his finger around the edge of her swimsuit bottoms, beginning to rub it across her clit. Marly moaned deeply in response, thrusting her crotch onto his probing hand.

Shelley was next. "I'm so disappointed in you, Jack. You know that we talked about this last night. Now, you stop fucking your employee right away!" 

Then, Janet. "You promised me a ride some time this weekend, Jack. When do I get my ride, pony boy?" 

Marly began to pant, then loudly scream, now on her hands and knees, with Kyle pounding into her from behind. Freddie's screaming voice continued to rise, her panting breath sounding like the exhaust of a steam engine, thumping out a regular rhythm.

Finally, it was Curt's turn. "How are you going to take care of my wife if you're off poking every other woman that comes your way?" 

Marly kept up her moaning, and Kyle his thrusting, each of the others telling how disappointed they were in me, blending into a single, confusing voice, while Freddy continued to ride me, raising her tight cunt up and down along me, finally crying out in release....

I jolted myself awake suddenly, taking a huge breath as I did so. At some point while I slept, Freddie had in fact taken off the sun dress, but instead of being naked, she was now dressed in a tiny bikini that flattered her lines quite nicely.

"Did you have a nice nap?" she asked, looking at me. "I know that guys get bored with shopping, but I don't think one has ever fallen asleep just because I was talking about it before."

"Sorry" I said. "I had quite a bit to drink, and nothing to eat. Add in the sun..."

"And of course, the boring topic of conversation" she said. "I get it!"

So, none of it had really happened. At least, I didn't think that it had. I realized that I could still hear, as well as feel the steady thumping from my dream. It was coming from the deck below. "Are we having engine problems?" I asked.

"No," she answered. "The guys have found the DVD collection, and they moved on from beach volleyball to wide screen porn. I went down to get a refill." she said, holding up her glass. "And they're both down there with a glass in one hand and a cock in the other." I looked at her strangely, I didn't recall there being any porn on board.

"Hey!" she said. "Don't judge. It can get kind of lonely at sea, and in the absence of company, a girl needs a little help sometimes. Maybe you could help out a little in that department..." 

"Aw, shit" I thought. "Am I still dreaming?" Pinching myself, I decided that I was, in fact, awake.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's almost five." she started, just as Marly climbed up the ladder, asking "Is there anything to eat on this boat? I'm getting really hungry!"

I smiled broadly at her, glad not to see Kyle's hand, or any other part of him, inside of her swimsuit.

"I woke up, and I was all alone out there!" Marly said. "And, I'm starving!"

"I'll go below and get started on some dinner." I said.

"Can I help?" asked Marly. "I love to cook, and I never get to do it for anyone but myself! And did I mention before how hungry I am?"

I laughed, grabbing her hand and leading her down the steps to the galley. Behind us, Freddie lowered the boat's speed so that it would be a little more stable for cooking. Looking back at her, she said "We're at least thirty minutes ahead of schedule. Call me when the food's ready, I can drop us down to a steady wallow and join you guys."

---

The porn movie music got louder as we descended into the galley. Looking into the parlor, I noticed that it wasn't just Curt and Kyle watching the video now, Janet and Shelley had joined in, sitting in between the two men on the sofa. Each of the women held a cock in their hands, and in turn each guy had his hand pushed well inside their female companion's swimsuit.

Marly laughed when she saw this, saying "I guess they're all starting early!" 

We got down to the business of making dinner. I'd pretty much planned it out, so portions of the meal had been marinating since before we left, the final steps mainly consisted of some final preparation and getting things into the oven and onto the stove. I opened up some wine, and Marly poured herself a large glass, sipping it as she helped me with dinner.

While we were doing that, the movie ended. From what little dialog I had been able to make out, it had been something about a female trophy figurine that came alive on the second full moon of any month and pleasured whoever her owner or owners were all night long. She seemed to change hands fairly regularly, so quite a few of these situations had been presented. A conversation began about just what kind of contest one might be in to win such a statue, until somehow the four decided to have their own contest while waiting for dinner.

Curt seemed to be the contest planner, declaring that it would have three heats. "The first will be blow jobs." he stated. "Shelley and I are one team, Janet and Kyle the other. The women will attend to the otherteam's man. When the first man cums, that woman's team wins that heat." 

All agreed to this, asking about the next two heats.

"The second heat will be the men eating out each other's partner." he stated. "When the first woman cums, that man's team wins it." 

"Finally, heat three, the fucking heat." he went on. "If a man cums first, the woman's team wins the heat, if a woman does, the man's team does."

The rules set in place, all that was needed was a judge, and a prize.

"Marly," asked Shelley, "would you be so kind as to be our judge?" Marly looked at me, then shrugged her shoulders and agreed to assist in the contest, topping of her wine glass on her way out of the kitchen. 

"And the prize?" asked Janet.

"Ah, the prize!" said Curt. "The winners will get to pleasure our dear judge after dinner until she tells them to stop!"

It took Marly a second to realize that he was referring to her, but she raised an objection once she did. "No way!" she said. The four "players" all just looked at her, so after a pause she asked, "Don't I get a say in the prize?"

"But you do get a say, my dear girl." he answered. "Because you're the judge, you could sway the winner either way." 

"And," he went on, "later on, because you're also the prize, you get to tell them when to stop. That could be just as soon as they start, or you could make them work on you all night!"

"Oh, well in that case," Marly decided, draining her wine glass in one shot, "you're on!"

I was a little bit surprised by this. Last night, it had taken me a lot of time and work to loosen Marly up. Now, she was willing to take on either one couple or the other, based on the results of a sex contest. Her actions that followed this exchange surprised me even more.

Removing their swimsuits in unison, Janet and Shelley each got down on the floor in front of the other's "partner", pulling their swim trunks off as well. Marly quickly walked up between them, saying, "If I'm to be the judge, I need to make sure that there's no cheating. I'll need to personally inspect these two cocks before you start."

Kneeling down between the other two women, Marly first grabbed Curt's cock, examining it closely and making appreciative noises. Without warning, she ran her tongue from base to tip, then sucked the head into her mouth for a few seconds. She moved over, repeating the process with Kyle, before announcing "I declare that both of these cocks are beautiful, and ready for the competition!"

With a "ready, set go!", Janet and Shelley quickly dove for their assigned men. Janet appeared to have a bit of an advantage, as she seemed the much more experienced cock sucker between the two. For her part, Shelley was having a hard time getting enough of Kyle's big monster into her mouth. She was obviously used to Curt's cock, which, although not exactly small, was no match in size for Kyle's. She struggled on though, even as Janet began bobbing her head up and down in Curt's lap, at times taking him all the way down her throat until her lips touched his balls.

I didn't know too much about Kyle's stamina, but I did know that Shelley had told me Curt could go all night without cumming if he really wanted to. So, although her technique might have been very good, Janet had a lot of work to do.

The first heat lasted for several minutes, with Marly moving her head from one side of the sofa to the other in order to closely observe first one, then the other of the couplings up close. Occasionally, she would reach her hand in to grasp one cock or another, even sliding it up and down the hard shafts.

Finally though, Janet pulled her mouth off of Curt's cock, turning to face Marly and showing her a mouthful of cum. Shelley immediately stopped her work, apparently tired of trying to handle all of Kyle's length at once. Kyle tried to get her to continue on, saying that he was "so close". Shelley shook her head "No", refusing to finish him off.

"We have a winner!" said Marly, offering her empty wine glass to Janet, so that she could spit out Curt's seed. Instead, Janet made a big show of swishing it around in her mouth, then swallowing every drop.




The Beach House Ch. 08



"Time for heat two!" said Curt. "This heat is mouths only guys. No touching your opponent with anything not attached to your face." The pairs switched places, this time the two women stretched themselves out on the sofa, each putting pillows under their butts to provide easier access.

Once again, Marly did a close inspection of each of the receiving parties. No licking this time though, she only pulled their lips open, looking up close for anything that might be used to cheat.

The second heat was started, and the two pushed their faces into the open cunts before them with gusto. Since the emphasis was on speed, not style, neither man spent any time on warm-up preliminaries. Kyle's tongue drove straight for Shelley's clit. When she jolted from the impact, pushing her pussy forward hard into his face, I wondered if he had won the heat right there, but Shelley settled down pretty quickly.

I could tell that for his part, Curt had chosen a speed version of his patented pussy lapping technique, his long tongue darting first to one spot, then another, rounding the voyage out on Janet's protruding clit. He had obviously visited this particular pussy before, as he seemed to know exactly where each spot was. 

I absently wondered how many times before he had tongue-fucked Janet's cunt, they did work in the same office building after all. Perhaps he just had a very good memory for this type of thing.

Kyle had changed tactics, forgetting all of the new methods that Curt had taught him just two nights before and reverting back to his own tried-and-true routine. He took the rule about only face content to heart, whenever his tongue was assaulting the inner walls of Shelley's tunnel his nose would brush back and forth against her clit. When he drew her clit between his lips to suck it or to flick it with his tongue, he would use his chin to stimulate her wet opening.

It was Curt who won the heat though, bringing Janet to what could not be mistaken for anything but a shuddering climax in less than three minutes. When she began, his tongue was deep inside of her, launching a seemingly endless assault within her. With his attention on Shelley, Kyle did not notice her final defenses falling, but Shelley did, reaching down and pulling his head hard against her soaking wet pussy, covering his ears with her thighs so that he could not hear his partner's screams, so that he continued working on her overworked clit, making her cum almost a minute after Janet had.

Kyle pulled his head away and shouted in triumph, almost missing the fact that Curt had been able to bring Janet off long before he had done the same with Shelley. When he did, his face deflated in defeat.

"Second heat goes to Curt!" shouted Marly. "The score is tied. Nice job!" She really seemed to be getting into this.

I had to return my attention to the simmering Risotto in front of me, so I missed out on the setup for the third heat. When I could look again, what I saw was Janet and Shelley lying against opposite corners of the sofa, each with their legs high in the air. Pounding into their wide-open cunts with everything they had were Curt and Kyle. And in the middle was my new girl Marly, moving back and forth between each couple, her face right up close to the action. She was getting up so close that if she had chosen to, she could easily have used her tongue on any of the contestants with very little effort.

A creamy froth was being pushed out from Shelley's reddening lips, each time Kyle's huge length slid deep within her she would cry out in a gasp of pleasure. As he repeatedly penetrated her tight box with his pole, both of his hands were covering her tits, concentrating on her nipples as much as possible. His long fat cock jack hammered again and again into Shelley, she responded with gasps and cries for "More!", "More!". It appeared that Kyle was leaving nothing to chance, he wanted to be one of the winners of this contest, and he was going to continue his assault on Shelley until he was.

Curt abruptly changed positions on top of Janet, pulling her hips high up into the air and moving himself so that he could drive his cock straight down into her eager wet cunt, his shaft rubbing its entire length against the bottom edge of her clit. He too seemed to want to win very much, that same previously mentioned stamina very much in evidence. For her part, Janet was giving him a great deal of encouragement, saying things to him that commonly send a man over the edge.

Kyle was very young, and he should have been able to hold out much longer than the older man. Shelley was showing signs of weakening in her attempts to stave off cumming, her cries and groans rising in both volume and tone. Both Kyle and Shelley cried out in release at the same instant though, so close together that it was impossible to tell if either one came first. 

Marly had just moved over to observe the two as a spray of Kyle's cum came rebounding out of Shelley's full hole, landing on her face, just below her eye. Using one finger to wipe off the splatter, she declared the two contestants a tie, then licked her finger clean.

Because this development kept the game tie in place, Curt only increased the rate at which he pounded himself into Janet's wet, slippery hole. As Kyle, Shelley, and Marly gathered around them to cheer on the action and watch the finale, Janet struggled against her body's natural reactions. Moaning and screaming Curt's name, covered in a layer of sweat, Janet finally gave in to the inevitable, yelling "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming!" as she reached up to Curt's shoulders, pulling him deep inside of her, stilling his thrusts.

"The winners!" shouted Marly, hugging a naked, sweaty Shelley close to her while she jumped up and down in delight. Curt pulled out of Janet, her lips spread wide to each side but slowly closing up, as he joined the two women in their sweaty hug. Marly's hand reached down to grabbed his still rock-hard cock, the only contest participant to not to reach the peak in the final round.

During these "tender" moments, I brought the food and wine out to the table, going upstairs to inform Freddie that dinner was served. As promised, she cut the engines, leaving just enough power to maintain our direction and stabilize the boat on the open sea.

----

Everyone appeared to enjoy the food, the wine, and the company at dinner. Freddie, Kyle and Marly all sat together, their voices seemingly low in a conspiratory manner. What they were discussing was lost to me, but both of the women paid quite close attention to Kyle, taking every opportunity to brush up against him, or to slide their hands under the table into his lap. 

Occasionally they would glance my way, then quickly turn away and talk quietly between themselves.

The rest of us spoke of various subjects. When Curt told us that he had cheated a bit in the contest, I just had to ask in what way.

"I threw the first heat on purpose, for one thing" he said. Janet was taken aback, quite sure that she had worked very hard to bring him off.

"Oh, you did, no doubt about that" he said. "But I let you win that one."

"Curt's like the energizer bunny, Janet" said Shelley. "He isn't done until he wants to be. If you got him off, he did it on purpose."

"Why did you do that?" asked an incredulous Janet.

It was Shelley who answered. "He knew he could get you off with his tongue in no time flat and that no one would believe it if he didn't" she said. "If we'd won the first two rounds, the contest would have been over then." Janet just looked at her, not understanding yet. "I wanted Kyle's big cock" Shelley finally said. "I know, it's silly, but he hadn't fucked me before today, and I really wanted to feel his big cock."

With that simple statement, Janet burst into laughter, almost choking on the wine she had just drunk.

"We weren't quite sure if we would take the third heat though, you see" she went on. "So, I worked on Kyle in heat one until he was just about ready to go, so that he'd have a little more of a hair trigger while he was fucking me."

"And was it everything you thought it would be, hon?" asked Curt.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she replied.

"How about heat two?" I asked. "You broke the no hands rule."

"That rule was for the men, not the women" she answered. "And I was almost there, he would have stopped if he had known that Curt had already won.

"I guess I'm greedy, I wanted to cum then too, I just didn't want to cum first."

"My God, Shelley!" Janet laughed. "You are becoming quite the slut, aren't you?"

Shelley laughed. "And proud of it!"

"So Curt," Janet began. "What methods do you usually use to hold off the inevitable? I know I'm not that young any more, but I don't get that many men who can hold off cumming inside of me for too long."

"Oh, I just think about other things" Curt said. "This time, it was something that I saw just this morning."

"Oh, do fill me in on what might take your mind off of me?" chided Janet, gesturing her hands over her body as if to say "and off of this".

"You are quite right, Janet" Curt said. "You do have quite an effect on men, and I was actually in danger of losing myself in the moment. But I came across something this morning that just made me think about anything but sex, even though at first glance you might think that's what was going on."

"Oh, do tell me!" Janet replied.

"Down in the courtyard this morning," Curt said. "I came across a line of men, waiting their turn to have their way with some poor girl for a dollar. She was strapped into a machine, helpless to stop what was going on. She was so covered in men's semen that it appeared to have been sprayed onto her from a hose."

"I couldn't do it. I walked away, but there were at least ten more guys behind me, waiting their turn" Curt said, shaking his head. "I kept thinking that this was some person's daughter, and that I couldn't use her like that."

Janet nodded somberly. "That was Marion's doing, it would have been one of her 'slaves' who disobeyed her."

"She can be cruel sometimes" she admitted.

I listened to this exchange, ashamed with myself. I had been so furious with Kelly, that I had not given enough thought about what Marion might do to her. Excusing myself for a moment, I stole below decks to make a call on my cell, slightly surprised that I still had service. I had the number for the beach house, and I called to reduce Marion's punishment authority over Kelly. She could still make her life hard, but no more courtyard contraptions.

Marion was disappointed by the development, but she accepted my orders without argument. "Your girl might have found a new boyfriend out of the deal anyway" she told me. "There's a waiter here who convinced me to pull her back in ahead of time, I think that he's quite sweet on her."

I told her not to let Kelly know of my decision. She had still pimped her mother out for a few thousand dollars, but my earlier fury had now passed. Eventually, I would make it up, both to her and to Shelley. As I finished up my call, I could feel the boat underway once again. Dinner was over. I made my way back up to clean up, finding Janet alone in the galley.

---

"The two winners are out in there, getting Marly ready" she said stiffly, indicating the parlor as she finished washing a dish. "Kyle went up to sit with Freddie, which leaves you and me alone for a while."

"Hmmm" I murmured, wrapping my arms around her from behind and nuzzling her neck. "I could think of a lot worse people to be alone with."

Janet melted into my arms with that comment. "Really, Jack?" she said. "I've been waiting to have some time alone with you since you and Heather got here, but you've always been off doing something, or more properly, 'someone', else. I missed you."

"If you'll allow me to help clean up in here, I'll do what I can to make up for that" I said. "I've missed you too" I added simply.

It didn't take us long to clean up all of the dishes and counters, but we could both hear the sounds of pleasure coming from the parlor. Glancing around the corner, I could see Marly stretched out naked on the sofa, her upper body being kissed, caressed, and nibbled by Curt. Shelley's head was far up between her legs, one hand supporting each thigh. Marly's eyes were tightly closed, deep moaning sounds came from her.

"She certainly seems to be getting into the way of things around here very quickly" Janet said directly into my ear. I quickly turned around to see her, all of her, standing just behind me. While I had been peeking in on the others, she had taken her bikini off.

I'd forgotten just how impressive her body was. She was older than me, but you would have had a hard time telling that if you didn't already know. Her large breasts remained high on her chest, big nipples centered like those of a much younger woman. As my eyes moved down along her slim waist to equally slim hips, I remembered that she kept herself shaved, the lower edges of her labia just visible between her completely bare thighs.

It was the eyes that had captured me though, that first time back at the wedding. The rest of her body was fabulous, but those eyes just dug you into her, made you want to know her better. A man could get lost in them, forgetting himself while falling deeper and deeper. As I looked into her eyes, she moved closer, grabbing the tops of my trunks and pulling them down my legs. I stepped out of them, leaving them in a small pile on the floor.

A woman's short, sharp cry, followed by an unmistakable woman's contented moan, then low voices came from other room, but my gaze remained fixed on the woman before me. Reaching out to put my arms around her waist, I pulled her body towards my own.

While lowering my face for a kiss, I realized for the first time how short she was, at least six inches shorter than me. It was a bit of a strain to lower my mouth that far, so I decided to bring her mouth up to mine.

I ran my hand down her smooth back and around her soft, round butt, until they rested where her legs ended, then I picked her up, holding her at just the right height to continue our long, deep kiss, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her hands slowly traveling all over my back, and one of mine over hers. After a couple of minutes like that, I smoothly turned us both around until her back was to the granite-topped galley island. Its surface was just slightly taller than my hands just then, so I lifted Janet up and placed her on it, releasing my hands so that they too could do more than just hold her in the air and rub her back.

Janet jumped at the sudden cold of the granite under her ass, but did not break the kiss, her tongue probing and exploring my mouth while mine did the same to hers. I moved my hands around to her front, holding one of those wonderful tits in each hand, getting reacquainted with the feel of them. I finally broke our kiss and moved my mouth to nuzzle her ear and neck, my hands now massaging all over her full breasts. 

I could feel her nipples harden under my palm as it glided over what had just been a soft and smooth surface. A sigh escaped her lips when I discovered a sensitive spot at the base of her neck. I licked and sucked there for just a while as I continued my renewed exploration of her mounds.

"Jack" Janet moaned. "Suck my nipples please. I need you to move this along for me, I've waited long enough."

Always one to oblige a lady's request, I moved my open mouth down along her throat and collar bone, until I finally stopped on a nipple, sucking it into my mouth. I started out with a slow, lazy, tongue lashing, applying some suction while I did. A long, loud, cry came form the next room. I recognized it for what it was.

"Shelley has just given your girl the tongue-lashing of her life. She's a screamer, that one" Janet said quietly, looking into the other room from her perch on the counter. "I got the same treatment just last night."

"Mmmm. The other one now, please."

While I moved to her other nipple, I also moved my hands down to her legs, lifting them up to rest on my shoulders, then beginning to rub her inner thighs in motions that ever so slowly approached her sex. I would occasionally venture close enough to just barely brush up against her protruding labia, then move once again out along her exposed legs.

"Ah, yes, please do more of that" she said, then, "They've moved her now, she's lying backwards over the sofa arm. 

"Shelley's back at her box again, and it looks like... Oh yeah, in he goes! You should see this Jack, your Marly is in there tasting Shelley now, while Curt's cock slides in and out of her."

I moved my hands in far enough now so that they were consistently hitting her wettening lips, fingers from each hand meeting up as they slid along her velvet outer channel. I finally moved away from those wonderful tits, my mouth now joining my fingers at her pussy. Janet gave a small, animal cry as my teeth gently nibbled at her lips and clit, and I slid my tongue along her crease.

"Oh, yeah" she said. "Eat me up, Jack, make me cum.

"I guess Marly likes to eat pussy, because she's going at Shelley with a vengeance. Curt's starting to get a good rhythm up too, look at that girl's tits bounce!"

I continued my assault on Janet's pussy, hearing her commentary but needing to concentrate on something other than what was being done to Marly just now. Using my fingers to open her up wide, I plunged my tongue deep within her, running it slowly along the roof of her tunnel until it emerged just below her clit.

"He's really starting to build up some steam now!" Janet's commentary continued, her breath becoming slightly labored. Even I could clearly hear the moans and cries coming from the next room. "And she's starting to feel it, having a hard time keeping her tongue up Shelley's snatch!" 

"Oh, God!" she gasped, holding my head tightly against her crotch. "Shelley's giving Marly's clit a good workout though. You should be hearing her cum again soon. 

"Eiiiaah! Oh, fuck, Jack, do that again!"

And so I did, using a combination of my tried and true and Curt's three-point attack, making Janet cum twice before reducing the attention my mouth was giving her now soaking cunt.

Before she could even come down from her second orgasm, I picked her up once again, placed her feet-down and facing the galley island, leaned her over so that her big tits were mashed into its surface, and drove myself into her soggy slit from behind.

As I slammed into Janet's grasping cunt, I heard the by now dependable screaming coming from the parlor. Looking over, I saw Curt, now sitting on the arm of the sofa, his back to me. Her arms tightly around his neck, her feet flat on the sofa cushion behind him, Marly was rising and falling against him, using her knees to control her rate. It was obvious that she was pounding herself onto him, riding his cock while he sat there letting her do it.

I slammed myself into Janet, reaching up and grabbing onto her hips, lifting her feet off of the floor each time my cock hit home. It was all she could do to hang on to the side of the island, holding herself in place as I pounded into her without mercy. Like Marly, she too was beginning to let out a high keening noise. She had still been cumming when I began driving into her, and had not stopped doing so just because I had changed what part of my body was within hers.

Marly was appearing to tire from her actions, but Curt wasn't ready for her to stop yet, standing up, keeping her impaled on his member, then laying her down on the floor and beginning his own drive into her depths. 

He had moved around enough to see me pounding into Janet, and modified his timing so that we both drove into our women at the same time, pulled out at the same time, then drove our cocks in again. I could see Marly's face, her mouth open in a now silent cry, only the whites of her eyes visible from the galley.




The Beach House Ch. 08



Marly's screams, and Janet's sobs, were weakening, when I began to feel my loins starting to boil. By keeping time with Curt, I had managed to hold off longer than usual, but it was time now. Curt read the expressions as they passed over my face, apparently doing whatever he did to release his tight hold on his own orgasm. With each of our women now limp dishrags, we both came inside of them within seconds of one another, slowing our thrusts with each inward drive, finally coming to a stop.

I leaned down over Janet's back in exhaustion, while Curt lifted Marly's limp, tired body up off of the floor, rocking her back and forth in his lap, his cock still buried in her. Moving his legs around so that they were behind her, he held her tightly until she stopped shaking, until she began to move on her own. Underneath me, Janet began to do the same, and I lifted my weight off of her, allowing her some space to move about.

"Oh, God!" Marly said. "That's enough. I give up, I'm done. I'm so tired. Can we be done now?"

I looked down at Janet, and the look on her face expressed similar sentiments. Shelley was up and approaching her husband, giving him a look that said in no uncertain terms, "get your cock inside of me now".

I went over and helped Marly to get up, while Curt and Shelley moved back over to the sofa. As we passed Janet still leaning over the galley island, I helped her to stand as well. With one woman in front of me and one behind, I slowly descended the stairs to the cabins below. All three of us collapsed in a heap on top of the king-sized bed in my cabin, and all three of us were asleep in each other's arms in minutes.

I had been up for so long that I didn't even awaken as Freddie slowed the boat and changed course in towards the shore, then carefully made her way into the wonderfully hidden cove that only we seemed to know about. 

Nor did I awaken when someone came down to the cabins, putting into motion a plan that had made with Marly earlier.



The Beach House Ch. 09



Chapter 9 (Decisions, Decisions)

I woke up, alone and in dark silence.

I could tell that we were no longer moving. I couldn't feel the vibration of the engines, and the boat was almost motionless, gently rocking back and forth. We must have reached the cove while I slept.

But I couldn't see or hear anything.

Trying to call out to someone, anyone, I found out that I couldn't do that either, as a wide piece of tape seemed to cover my mouth. When I tried to get up from the bed, I found that my hands and feet had all been bound as well, my legs not even on top of the bed.

Whatever was going on, it appeared that I wasn't going to have any control over it.

I wondered about this as time dragged on. What was going on? Who had made me so helpless? Where was everyone else?

After what seemed like a very long time, I sensed someone enter the room. A few seconds later, the bed that I was tied to (was it my own bed?) shook, and I felt a light touch on one of my ears. Something was pulled out, and I could hear again.

I sensed someone's warm breath on my cheek. "Jack?" came a whisper. It was too low to determine whose, but I could tell that it was a woman. "Do you trust me?"

How do you answer a question like that, especially considering my current position? Do I trust who? About what? I wasn't really in any condition to argue though, so I nodded my head.

"Good!" the voice said. "We can start." The plug was returned to my ear, I could hear nothing once again.

More waiting in a dark silence, broken at last by movement next to me on the bed. After a bit of arranging, one of the plugs was removed again.

I could hear whispering, unable to make out the words. I could hear wet, not quite identifiable sounds, and the sound of skin gliding across skin. And I could hear a low humming sound. These sounds all seemed to be coming from the side of my body that still had a plugged ear, making them hard to pinpoint.

"Ohhhh, that feels so good. Stay right there for a little bit" came a faint whisper. A woman's voice. I turned my head from side to side, trying to make sense of the sounds I was hearing.

"Do you like that?" A man.

"Oh, god yes." came the woman's reply.

"How about this?" A woman this time.

"Mmmm. It's so nice. Can you put that in...? Yeah... right there. Definitely right there."

More diffused sounds, sliding skin, moans, and whispers. Most of all, the whispers. I could feel the bed rocking, of something shifting back and forth in a regular rhythm.

I heard a sudden gasp, followed by, "Oh God!", and was finally able to identify the voice this time. It was Marly.

"Shhhh..." A woman's hushing sound. Could it be Freddie? Maybe Janet. "Stay still. Just let it happen to you."

"Mmmm..." Marly said, clearly this time. "Oh, don't stop. That feels so wonderful."

"Shhhh..." came a man's voice this time. The bed shook again.

The humming sound continued on in the background, sometimes closer, other times farther away. What was that sound?

"Oh. Yeah. Right. There." Then, a giggle, and "You're bad. You know that, don't you?"

Then a second giggle, this time from the other woman's voice. "Oh, we're bad all right. Just you wait."

For at least the next ten minutes, I could only hear these sounds, feel the motion of the bed as it rocked . I could hear a wet, rhythmic sound that kept time with the rocking. Unable to move, to see, to speak, I could only listen to what was going on beside me. Was it beside me? I couldn't really tell. 

My mind was drawing a scene in my head. It was a scene that I had been in more than once in the past few days, only I had been a much more active participant then. I could feel myself getting hard.

"Oh, look at Jack!" the second woman's voice exclaimed. "I think he likes this." A soft, warm hand surrounded my shaft, just holding onto it.

It finally ended though, with a long sigh of contentment coming from Marly.

Then my ear was plugged again. The hand holding my cock slowly and gently stroked up and down. Once, twice, and once again. Then it was gone.

More waiting. I felt something get placed across my chest, felt the movement of people on the bed as the scene was rearranged around me.

Then the lights came on.

Or more properly, my blindfold came off. The room was very dimly lit, mostly by a flashlight inside of a pillowcase. I could see a person whose face was directly across from mine. 

It was Marly.

I looked at her, and she back at me. I saw her mouth moving, could see her lips forming the words "Hey Jack." I couldn't hear the words, my ears had been plugged again earlier.

The look on her face was one of peace and satisfaction, I could see the smile in her eyes. Gazing deeply into those eyes, I watched for a hint of what might be coming next. 

It didn't take too long.

Her head dipped back, ever so slightly, and her mouth opened up in a small "O" as she drew in a deep breath. Glancing down, I watched as her breasts, those soft, lovely breasts, tipped with now hard nipples, rose with the intake of air.

I could only see that much, as a pillow had been placed across me to obstruct any view of what might be taking place further down.

Looking back at Marly's face, her eyes had closed, her head was moving from side to side.

While I watched, emotions, feelings, experiences rolling across her face one by one, I began to feel touches on my body. I could feel a hip brushing against my own. Was it Marly's? Probably. 

Soft, warm hands began rubbing their way first up, then down the inside of my thighs. With each transit up, they came higher, occasionally reaching the base of my manhood. Whenever they did this, the hands moved back out, then up along my belly.

Watching Marly, I noticed movement as one of her hands came into view, caressing her breast. Her fingers moved to the hard nipple, pinching it lightly, then her hand moved back out of sight, returning to my view seconds later. A man's hand reached up to the breast nearest to me, following the example made by Marly, massaging the mound. His other hand reached up alongside the first, locking his fingers with hers. Marly's eyes were shut tight, her mouth just open in a tiny circle.

The hands that had been caressing my thighs, my belly touched the base of my hardened cock once again, this time moving up along it instead of bypassing it. One hand cupped my balls, the other slowly glided out to the tip of my cock, then back down again, holding its base steady. Something hot and wet traveled up its length then, circling the head when it reached the end. It felt like a tongue.

Marly's eyes were open once again, looking into my own. Her hand was out of sight again, only the man's hands remaining within my view, still caressing those soft breasts. I could see that Marly's arms were moving though, in a very slow and steady rhythm. Her eyes shut tight, her face constricted, her lower teeth reaching up and biting her upper lip.

The tongue that had continued its wet path up and down my cock during this time was removed now. I could feel hot breath, followed by what could only have been lips surrounding me, gliding down. The tongue returned, this time inside of the warm, wet mouth that now surrounded the tip of my cock. 

The hands resumed their travels along my inner thighs.

Her face still clenched tightly, Marly's mouth opened up, and her head began to shudder. I watched as her mouth opened wide, just barely hearing the familiar loud cry she always seemed to emit when she came. I watched her breasts, my view once again not impeded by anyone's hands, heaving upwards as breath rushed into her lungs. Her arm stopped its rhythmic movement, then began to move once again, holding something that she was bringing up into my view.

The lips moved from surrounding just the tip of my cock to traveling along its length, returning once again to their former location, then repeated their actions once again before leaving me completely.

As Marly's hand rose into view, I could at last tell what she held. She moved the thick, flexible shaft under my nose, and I recognized her smell overpowering the underlying latex scent. After making sure that I'd had ample time to fully realize where the object had been, she moved it over to her mouth, slowly licking the juices off of its surface.

A movement from below drew my attention from her actions, and I watched as her knees slowly pushed upward, then pressed against the bottoms of her breasts, forcing their round curves upwards. Marly raised her head and looked down her body as this was happening, and a look of awe and wonder came over her face. This look was quickly replaced, as her both her eyes and mouth shot wide open in surprise.

It was then that my eyes were covered and my world turned dark again.

The bed began to rock after that, with a slow, regular, easily identifiable rhythm. Marly's hips, flared out because of her raised legs, and in constant contact now, were sliding back and forth along my own, transferring each movement of her body to mine. Occasionally, they would lift up into the air, pushing into what I could only imagine to be Kyle.

For the next several minutes, my entire world consisted of the slow and steady rocking being generated by the two people beside me on the bed. This was changed when an unseen hand touched my cheek, gently removing the wide strip of tape that had covered my mouth. I could feel movement on the bed above and beside my head, then something that I did not expect was lowered over my mouth.

I smelled it at first, the unmistakable smell of wet pussy. Pushing my tongue out, I was greeted by the feel of two wet, swollen lips, extending from my nose to my chin. Something was already inserted between these lips, when I concentrated on it I could taste and smell latex.

Since Marly and Kyle still seemed quite active on the bed beside me, I decided that this must be the third, mystery person's pussy covering my face. I also chose to believe that the same softly vibrating object that had just spent several minutes inside of Marly was now firmly embedded inside of the wet box being presented to my tongue. The woman began rocking herself across my mouth, and I began working on what I could reach with my lips, tongue, and teeth. Finding and sucking her clit between my teeth, I concentrated my attentions on it while occasionally allowing my tongue to probe the rest of her slit, exploring the wetness surrounding the vibrating latex tube. 

The movement of the hips that pressed against mine began to increase, each new motion transfering more force across the thin gap between our bodies. Although the bed absorbed much of the motion, I could still tell what was happening right beside me.

Marly was being fucked. Hard.

I tried to put the vision out of my mind, of Kyle, his long, hard meat withdrawing from within Marly, being driven back into her, continuing instead my exploration of the wet pussy positioned just above my mouth.

The dildo was filling her completely, her tunnel walls squeezing so tightly against its surface that my tongue would not fit between the two. I worked up and down, top and bottom, searching for a gap big enough to fit my tongue, but in the end none could be found, and I returned my attentions to her clit.

It seemed to last forever, as I strained my neck, my tongue, eager to please the woman above my face, as the motions of the couple next to me continued. Once again the rythym changed, Marly's hips no longer sliding along my own. Now the motions were that of short, violent, shocks. Of rocking side to side, of arms reaching up to hold, to steady her strong young lover.

My attempts seemed to be getting a good reception from the woman above me. The pillow that had covered my chest was thrown off, and she lay herself down upon my prone body, her firm breasts now pressed into the soft skin just below my ribs. She continued to rock herself against my face as my tongue continued pressing its attack on her clit. I was not so busy paying attention to this unseen pussy that I didn't notice the motions finally stop beside me, didn't notice the shaking of her body against my own as Marly came.

It was only when I felt the dildo brushing against my forehead on its way out of the dripping box above that I realized Kyle had moved again. My blindfold was removed, and I watched as his huge shaft slowly buried itself into the wet, waiting tunnel inches from my face. As had happened earlier with Marly, Kyle began with a slow and steady motion into her depths, his meat easily sliding in and out due to her extreme wetness. I lay on my back, watching in fascination while the two people were joined, too far above for me to participate.

My first leg was completely untied before I even realized that it was happening, the second followed quickly after. I saw a naked Marly walking around the bedside, then reach over Kyle's legs. Two quick turns of a key, and my hands were free as well. After that, events began to speed up. Marly lay back down on the bed, where by all indications she had previously welcomed Kyle's big cock inside of her, now inviting me instead. I slid my body down off of the bed, having to pass underneath the mystery woman's hanging, swaying tits in the process, reaching up for a short examination with my hands along the way.

As our faces passed each other, I had to stop moving for a few seconds, just to find out. Looking up, I saw Freddie's face above me, expressions of pure lust moving across her features as Kyle repeatedly drove his huge cock into her. Just before I moved on, Freddie's eyes opened up and she saw me beneath her, a smile crossing her lips before they closed once again.

I continued my path out, broken free from my bonds, finally rising to my feet. Marly was there then, lying on her back, her arms in the air, expecting me, her legs spread open and inviting as well. With all of this activity and no release, my cock was hard as stone, standing straight up and ready for action. I rewarded it for its patience by plunging into Marly's already sodden open hole.

I've always believed myself to be a considerate lover, always trying to give more than I receive. 

Not this time.

I had spent the past hour in frustration, unable to control what I was doing, and who I was doing it with, and that frustration all came out of me now. I'd watched, and felt, my new girl friend receiving the attention of another, unable to do anything about it. 

I pounded myself into Marly, not worried about what she wanted, or needed, concentrating on only my needs for a change. Again and again I drove myself into her cunt, lifting her legs high and straight into the air and spreading them wide apart. Over and over my hard cock invaded her, my length slamming into her as hard and deep as it would go, pushing another man's cum out from around where mine filled her each time I plunged inward.

It was several minutes before I realized that all of this was happening with no sound, that the plugs were still in my ears. Looking down at the woman beneath me as I filled her tunnel, I saw her as a person once again, as someone who I wanted, and cared about, and yes, even loved. Her hands holding tightly onto the top of the bed to keep me from driving her right up into the headboard, her soft breasts bouncing up and down with every one of my powerful thrusts, her head held back, her mouth open in soundless screams of passion.

Except that they weren't soundless. When I reached up with one hand, pulling first one, then the other plug out of my ears, I could finally hear her tired, ragged cries. But they weren't cries for me to stop, Marly was urging me on, enjoying the pounding that she was receiving, I was hearing cries of "Fuck me harder! Harder! Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me! Oh God, don't stop!"

So, I didn't.

Looking down beside the two of us, I could see Freddie's shining, naked body now lying beside Marly's. As I continued driving myself into Marly and listened to her calling out for "More! More!" I was also watching Kyle's huge meat doing the same to Freddie, forcing himself deep inside of my dear friend. 

Her fantastic breasts were also rocking across her chest, bouncing far up with each hard push that he made. From her lips issued similar words to those that I was hearing from Marly, "More! Fuck me harder!"

As unlikely as it may seem, Kyle and I seemed to finish at the same time, with one last shove from each of us into the sweaty, glistening, beautiful bodies of our willing partners. I had lost count of the number of times either woman had cum while we had serviced them, but both appeared limp and exhausted as we made our last push, each of us groaning as our seed was sprayed within their limp bodies.

The bed was a wreck, but the night was warm. Both Kyle and I picked up our partners, each of us still buried deep inside of them, their legs and arms wrapped around our bodies for support. Still coupled together, we climbed farther up onto the bed, and all four of us fell almost instantly asleep.

---

Morning came, and I awoke, curled up against Marly's warm, soft, body. I could smell breakfast in the air, someone had apparently woken up hungry.

In no particular hurry to get up, I slowly rubbed my hands along Marly's side, from her arm down to her soft ass, reaching down between her cheeks and caressing the crease between her legs. My fingers lingered there, playing with her lips, rubbing their length until moisture flowed. I kept working my fingers down along them, moving back up to her clit just enough to earn occasional soft moans.

Sliding my hand back up across her rounded ass, I rubbed the length of her leg, slowly sliding my hand down as far as it would go, back up to her hip, then beyond, up along the side of her body. I let my hand wander all over her body, slowly touching every place that I could reach, rubbing under and around her breasts, up to her slim neck, back down to her wetness below.

Pulling her into me, I shifted myself so that my hard cock pushed between her legs from behind, resting itself up against, then soon between her wet lips. She reached her hand down to touch the tip, then used her fingers on her self, rubbing, pinching, arching her back and rocking herself so that my shaft rode inside of her wetness, but not quite inside of her, sliding along a silky path.

It was only when I lifted my hand to her face, pulling it sideways for a kiss, that I realized it wasn't Marly who I held so tightly in my arms, whose wet, willing pussy my cock was pushed up against.

It was Freddie.

I turned my head to see where Marly was, but she was not in bed. Lifting my head up to look on the other side, Kyle was absent as well.

"Don't stop now, boss." Freddie whispered hoarsely. "Not when it's just getting interesting."

"Um." was my pithy reply to her comment

Without another word, Freddie reached down between her legs, grabbing hold of my hard shaft, moving it ever so slightly, then she moved her body down, pushing herself around me. As her warm, wet, walls slowly surrounded my cock, I wondered to myself if this was the right thing to do. Even as I considered that, Freddie began rocking her hips, sliding her wetness up and down the length of my cock.

So many times I had wished to be right where I was, and just as many times I had decided that it would not be right to force my wishes on Freddie. Feeling her hot, wet, slick channel as she gently rode me, I realized now that I had missed so many opportunities for no reason. 

Pulling herself from around my cock, Freddie pushed upright, forcing me to roll onto my back. Raising up, she positioned herself, poised to drop down around my member.

Marly's voice called down. "Are you guys ever going to get out of bed? Breakfast is up here waiting for you!"




The Beach House Ch. 09



"Shit." was all that Freddie said. I understood the feeling.

---

Everyone else was gathered around the galley island when we came up five minutes later. Marly was hard at work, cooking up what appeared to be a full country breakfast. Looking over her shoulder as we came in, she said "Hi sleepyheads! Grab something to eat before everybody else takes it all." Turning back to her cooking, she continued. "I hope you two were getting some, and not just sleeping down there. I'd hate to hear that you wasted a perfect opportunity!"

Freddie looked at me with a "See?" expression on her face, then turned and dove into the crowd to get some food. I just looked at Marly's back, digesting what she had said.

Everyone was talking at once, about what they had done with and to each other, both last night and apparently this morning as well.

After we ate, I pitched in to help Marly in the galley, washing dishes and helping to return it to an orderly appearance. While we did this together, everyone else left us, going off to explore the unique spot Freddie and I had taken them to.

It was only a short while before Marly turned to me, wiping the last counter. "Tell me about this place we're in. What's so special about it?"

We went topside then, and I explained to her about "this place". How Freddie and I had discovered it quite accidentally while having engine trouble on a trip, about how the entrance to the cove was completely underwater at high tides, only open at extreme low tides, making it a completely private place. 

"As far as I know, no-one else even knows that it's here." I said. "Unless you come to just the right place, at just the right time, all you see is cliffs. On maps it looks like a lake sitting on the top of a cliff."

"Let's go ashore, I'll show you around." I said. "There's one place in particular that I want you to see."

"OK!" said Marly. "Let's go!"

---

My expectation was borne out, Freddie had gone with a method we had used before. A long rope had been tied off at the boat's stern, trailing through the water to the excursion boat on the shore. As I pulled on it the boat came to us, a similar rope tied to a tree on shore trailing behind. Once we had reached shore, I led the way, holding Marly's hand in mine all the way. After I went around the final bend before our destination, I heard Marly gasp in wonder behind me. "It's beautiful!"

Before us, tucked into a secret nook of this equally secret place lay a deep lagoon. Surrounded by cliffs with a large grassy meadow to one side, a small beach between it and the water. The best feature was directly before us though. From the thousand-foot cliffs above came a steady cascade of water, its droplets catching the morning sun in a constant dance of light. A second stream of water emerged from partway up the cliff, this one bubbling and steaming on its path down the sheer face. 

In a small pool at the bottom, water from the falls, and water from the emerging hot spring joined together, making a captured supply of water just right for soaking after a long day of exploring, or after a long night of it for that matter.

The hike to get here had been warm, and we had not had a chance this morning to clean off the results of last nights activities. Still hand in hand, Marly and I ran down to the water's edge, stripped out of our clothes at its edge, then dove into the deep, inviting pool. As soon as I surfaced, I turned around in the water, watching to see where she would come up. The longer I looked, the more worried I became.

She found me though. In a sudden streak of movement directly in front of me, Marly surfaced, put her hands on top of my shoulders, and pushed me straight down under the water. I came back to the surface quickly, or at least I thought so, but when I did, Marly was floating on her back about fifteen feet away. 

"Do you want these? Come over and get them." she shouted, pushing her breasts together for my visual benefit. I began to swim over to her, but just before I could reach her feet, she kicked up, going head first down into the water. The last I saw of her was a nicely rounded butt followed by long dark legs.

We repeated this several more times, each time Marly asking me if I wanted access to some intimate part of her anatomy. Her mouth, breasts, one time she lazily ran her finger between the lips of her pussy while I tried to reach her. Each time, she would dive before I could get there, surfacing far enough away that it took work to get where she floated.

The last time, I finally found her over by the shore, sitting on the small rock wall that separated the cold lagoon water from the pool of fresh steaming water. I watched as she dipped in a leg, sighed deeply, then immersed herself into the pool. This time when I swam over to her, she stayed right where she was, and I tiredly climbed over that same wall to join her.

Marly attacked me as soon as I sat down on an underwater ledge, kissing me deeply, crushing her breasts against my chest. I felt her hand snake down, find that my interest had certainly not waned during our chase game. It can be hard to swim with a hard on. She followed her hand with something much more warm and inviting, sinking down around me easily. The game had had an effect on her as well.

"Jack?" she said softly, as she slowly rocked herself back and forth on my cock.

"Hm?" I responded, once again enjoying the feeling of her silky tunnel surrounding me.

"I need to tell you about me." she said simply. "You don't really know me, and I need you to."

I nodded, and so she began to talk, still slowly rocking herself along my shaft, sometimes pressing hard, sometimes not. She told me about her mother, who had run away at fourteen and come home at sixteen with two little babies. Her parents took their only child in and gave her shelter, but by the next morning she was gone again, leaving Marly and her sister behind.

In between pulling my hand down to rub her clit and asking me to suck or rub one of her breasts, still rocking herself back and forth, back and forth, she told me. About getting raised by grandparents, she and her sister Bobbi. I watched her face tighten more than once as she had little orgasms during her story, once from my finger rubbing and pinching her clit, my hard cock still buried inside of her while she rocked herself back and forth along it's length, once while my mouth was clamped over a nipple, flicking its tip with my tongue, drawing it deeply into my mouth with suction, stretching it out.

And still she slowly rocked herself back and forth, now telling me about losing the only parents she had ever known, the summer she had graduated, and how Bobbi had changed so much that summer. "She went inside of herself for a long time. I miss her, and I've been so alone since then."

I held her tightly in my arms, and I let her cry, this strong, sad woman who had just emptied her soul to me ears, asking for what in return?

We stayed together, and I hugged her as if I would never let her go, until I thought that perhaps she had fallen asleep. At last though, Marly leaned back, brushing her hair out of her eyes and looking straight into mine. "Enough of that for now." she said, pointing at the grassy area a few feet away. She then lifted herself from my lap and lay down on her back, spreading her bent knees to each side. "I've never made love in the grass." she said. "Do you think you could handle that for me?"

Since her gentle rocking had not been enough to bring me off, I answered that, yes, I could definitely take care of that particular item lacking from her resume. Burying my face between her legs, I began to do just that. Her juices ran freely around my mouth, she seemed more comfortable and at ease than I had ever seen her. She lifted her hips to give my tongue a better shot deep within her, so that my hands could firmly hold and rub the cheeks of her beautiful ass, to pull her engorged lips aside as my tongue dove into her.

As I had done with her before, I used Curt's method to work her into a frenzy. She didn't seem to know just where to put her hands, on my head pushing my tongue as deeply as it could go, on her lips helping to keep her now dripping hole open for my attentions, or on her clit stroking and rubbing it to build even more pressures within herself. I worshipped at her opening, kneeling down on the ground and serving her needs with my fingers, tongue, and teeth. I could tell that she was near an orgasm, so I abruptly changed my method of attack, sliding my seeking cock easily between her sensitive lips.

This move set her off, and she arched her back even more, crying out as I began to slowly fuck her. I moved one hand to her clit, rubbing and pinching it while continuing to glide my cock in and out of her. Marly began to shudder and shake, cumming all at once, her mouth open but almost soundless, letting out little hiccupping chirps as she involuntarily lifted her hips up to meet my meat.

While she continued to lose all control, shaking still, I pulled myself out of from between her wet lips, rolling her over onto her stomach, lifting her hips up into the air in one smooth motion. The view of her wide open cunt, nestled just below and between the cheeks of her beautiful ass, spasmodically thrusting itself backwards to meet a cock that had been removed, was something that I would like to have stopped and admired. But I had a mission. Before her orgasmic spasms could go away completely, I once again drove myself into her, my knees firmly on the grassy surface as my cock pushed between her wet lips and buried itself in her tunnel.

Marly's response was to blast off yet again, cumming just from the return of my shaft inside of her. Her head and chest sank to the ground, but she kept her hips high in the air, and I began to press myself into her, again and again, working myself up to a peak inside of her wet, welcoming tunnel. At the pace that I had set, it did not take my very long to cum, and I slowed my thrusts as my seed filled her up. Finally coming to a halt, I held onto her hips, still buried within her, both of us panting and sweaty from our workout.

Marly lowered herself down to the ground, my cock pulling free with a slight popping sound, then rolled over onto her back beneath me, raising her arms up to my face. "Well that was nice." was all that she said before pulling my mouth down to hers. I lowered my body to rest above hers, and we remained locked together like that for a while. Finally she said "I'm hungry. Can we rinse off and go back for some lunch?"

I was about to say something about her always being hungry, when I spied my watch lying on top of my clothing. It was eleven o'clock, crap. As a reply, I gathered my girl into my arms, then walked into the deep water of the lagoon, taking her with me. This time, I made sure to dunk her a few times.

After we rinsed of in the lagoon, then the hot spring again, we lay out on the grass to dry, side by side, hand in hand, watching as seabirds and clouds sailed overhead. This time, I told her my story. It did not have all of the twists and turns of hers, but they both ended up the same, with each of us being alone in the world. When I was done with the telling, we decided that we should get dressed and head back to the boat.

But first, I had something that I wanted to tell her. I'm not the most eloquent speaker, and it did not come out at all how I wanted it to, using terms like "I need to go away for a while" and "there's quite a bit of travel involved". I could see her mood darkening with each word, and I realized that she thought I was planning on leaving her as well.

I stopped talking, looking up at the waterfall for inspiration, when the strangest thing happened. As I watched the cascade above, the water seemed to open up, and something large and pink shot out of its face, landing in the deep water below. I couldn't believe what my mind told me I had seen, it had almost looked like a naked couple, locked together in a very intimate embrace, but I could not imagine that I had seen THAT.

I continued to look up at the cascade, puzzled by what I had seen, when Marly grabbed my arm, pointing down into the water. I couldn't have possibly seen what I thought I had, but there in the water were two heads, one a man, one a woman. 

He saw us first, then she did, and she sank deeper into the water to shield her naked breasts from view. A puzzled look came over her face, and she suddenly became so distracted that she forgot her modesty altogether. As I turned to Marly, I saw a similar look on her face.

Not sure of what the problem was, I turned to the man. "Hi." I said, putting my hand out to help them get out of the water. "I'm Jack." Both swimmers completely ignored me as they continued to stare at Marly.



The Beach House Ch. 10



For those of you who don't like this story (why are you still reading it then?) this is the end as it was originally written. I imagined I could go on into the future from here, but I wanted to tell a story with sex, not sex with a little bit of story.  

I could also go into the characters more, I still have more background stuck up in my head, but experience tells me that those seem to be the least popular part of this long tale.

I always figure that if I wrote anything more in this line, it would be to rewrite the part that I wrote but lost a long time ago, about how Jack met Janet in the first place.

So do this for me, faithful readers. If you would like for me to do more of this story, let me know.



 Chapter 10 (The final chapter)

As everyone else stared at each other, I was able to take a look at our visitors without being obvious. I finally realized why they were all startled, as if having two naked strangers shoot out of a waterfall wasn't odd enough.

She didn't look exactly like Marly, but the girl standing in front of me could easily have passed for a younger sister. Her face was a little different, her hips a little wider, her breasts were much smaller. With big puffy nipples, they reminded me of Heather's, more like bumps on her slender body than what I had been seeing and touching on various other women for the past few days.

As I stood there staring, I realized that she might want to cover up. I took my shirt off, then slowly approached the couple while holding it out, making sure to look only at her eyes.

As she took the shirt and put it on, she looked at me for the first time. "Thanks... Jack, was it?" she said.

"I'm Jack, this is Marly" was my reply.

"Um, hi" she said, simply. "Sorry to, um, drop in on you guys like this..."

"Hey there!" the young man finally piped in. "I'm Randy and this is Ashley." Looking up at the waterfall on the unclimbable cliff, he asked "Is there some way out of here? All of our stuff is on the other side of that!"

"Not right now," I replied. "But in a few hours there will be. If you want, you can hang out with us until then."

"Why don't you GO and get our new guests some transportation then" Marly spat out. "They can't walk that path without shoes, and you're apparently getting pretty good at going places!"

"Marly, let me explain what I was trying to say!" I replied.

"Just go away now!" she said icily. "I'll stay behind. I should get used to it, right?"

Sighing, I took the trail back to the boat. Once there, I untied the excursion boat, then heading back to the lagoon by water.

When I arrived, the two women were talking animatedly, while Randy was still trying to figure out a way to get back up the waterfall. "I feel so naked down here," he said, "with all of my stuff on the other side of that thing."

"I hate to point out the obvious, dude." I said, handing him some clothes to put on. "But you ARE naked down here. What's up with the girls?"

"Oh, them" he replied, pulling on what I gave him to wear. "From the best I can figure out, they're sisters, but they didn't know it. 

"I mean, like Ash is adopted, so I guess it's possible, but what are the chances of meeting your sister like this?"

"I guess they do look a lot alike" I said. "And Marly's mom did take off when she was little. I guess she kind of got around..."

Marly looked up at me, her smile turning into a scowl as soon as she did so. "There's only enough room in there for three" she said, although it wasn't true. "You can walk back."

"I'll go with you, now that I'm dressed!" said Randy.

Stone faced, Marly easily shoved the boat off from shore, gunning the engine as she sped out of the lagoon.

"Dude, that is one pissed off woman!" Randy said. "What the hell did you do to her?"

"It's a long story" was all I said, as we started on the long path back to the boat.

By the time we got back, Marly and her new-found little sister were both up on the flybridge, their heads huddled together in a deep, active conversation.

"Looks like a whole lot went on out on your walk" Janet casually said to me. "I don't know what you did to your girlfriend, but she is ROYALLY pissed off at you."

I stayed out of Marly's way for the next couple of hours, trying to give her time to settle down a bit so I could explain what I had been starting to tell her.

At midday, the sun got too hot for anyone to be outside, and everyone came inside to get food and drinks. Janet watched us all with a drink in her hand and a bemused look on her face. "I brought a game to play while it's so hot out there" she proclaimed. "Is everybody up for it? It's kind of dirty!"

Eight hands went up in a flash, and Janet beamed her approval. "OK, guys, one more warning. It's a sex game, so if anyone" and with that she looked at Ashley and Randy "wants to sit it out, they can. Once you're in though, you're in."

Randy and Ashley looked each other in the eye. "I'm fine with it if you are Ash" Randy said.

"We're in!" shouted Ashley.

"Fine" Marly said, shooting bullets at me with her eyes.

"OK, so here we go!" Janet said, reaching into a canvas bag and pulling out a small electronic looking item. "This is the game, here. It's all on computer, and you start out by answering a bunch of questions. If it tells you to do something, you have to do it" she added.

"I like to add a little kick to the game, so everyone has to take a shot of tequila before and after they answer the questions, then before each round of the game. It loosens things up!"

Exactly how Janet knew that I had a large supply of "1921" Crema de Tequila on board I don't know, but she quickly produced large shot glasses and four bottles from my supply, pouring each person a generous amount.

The questions were curious, such as who I had come with, what kind of things I did and did not like to do, how we were related to others in the game, who did I NOT want to be with when the game finished. I guessed at what it meant by that question, and decided that my safest bet was to say Ashley.

After all of the questions were over, the display on the game told me to go change clothes, and exactly what to change into.

"Take your shot! Take your shot!" came the cry from everyone else. The second glass went down very smoothly, filling me with a warm feeling.

Marly watched me go downstairs to change, glaring at me until I was out of sight.

I passed Curt coming down, and could hear the chanting as I came back up the stairs, Marly was putting her third shot glass down as I came back up from below.

"She asked for two shots when she read the last part on the screen" Shelley told me.

It went the same for each person, a shot before, a short Q and A, then a second shot and a trip downstairs. When it came to Janet's turn, a very sly look came across her face before she went down to change.

---

"Is everybody ready to start?" Janet asked of the whole group, once we had all returned. Like me, everyone appeared to be dressed fairly normally, as if we were all going into town to go shopping or something. There were nods all around.

"OK!" said Janet, "Let's start".

Pushing a button caused the little device to flash all over for a few seconds, until it stopped flashing and let out a ding. Janet looked down and read the display.

"The first round is with blindfolds and hands only" she said. "Nothing else, just hands. The game paired us up, and Curt, Freddie, Randy, and I go first." She handed the game over to Curt, raising her shot up to her lips.

After he read the screen, Curt said "It says to remove certain clothing from the other person, then to rub every bit of exposed skin that you can reach, while my partner does the same to me." He took the shot that had been offered to him, downing it in one gulp.

After Randy read his instructions, he said "We must be kissing each other the entire time, and we have exactly three minutes. No more, no less" He too drank the tequila in one swallow.

Freddie read then, saying, "The women get blindfolded first, they don't get to know who they're with. Avoid touching remaining clothing or lose some of your time, only rub exposed skin." Freddie began by sipping her drink, then drank the last half in one swallow.

Janet produced four blindfolds, she and Freddie putting them on first, then standing in the middle of the room. After they had done this, Randy stood in front of Janet and put on his blindfold, Curt did the same with Freddie.

Randy was the first to move in, carefully finding Janet's face with his hands and guiding his lips onto hers. I knew from experience that she was a good kisser, she practically sucked his face in right there.

Right after they had started, Janet reached down and pushed a button on the device, causing it to start beeping its countdown.

Janet had donned a two piece sun dress, and it took Randy's hands a while to figure out how the top was attached. When it came off, Ashley let out a little gasp. Janet had nothing on underneath the top, her breasts stood out proudly for all to see.

Except Randy, of course. After taking her top off, he spent a great deal of time rubbing her back, her shoulders, doing his best to keep away from the bra that he was not aware did not exist. At some point though, he ran his hand all the way from her neck to her skirt, and he realized that she was completely bare on top. At that point, his hands quickly moved around to her chest, and he began feeling her full breasts with as much attention as he could muster.

While this was going on Janet had removed his shirt and was rubbing him back with quite a bit of skill, playing with his nipples, rubbing his back and neck. At no time did she break the kiss.

Curt and Freddie had wasted no time either, she removing his shirt, he both her shirt and shorts. Freddie wore a relatively safe-looking bikini underneath, but Curt took advantage of every inch of exposed skin, she seemed to be getting quite aroused from the feel of his kiss.

Randy had apparently not been told to remove Janet's skirt, but his hands did finally wander down to her legs. His palms rose higher and higher on her calves, eventually beginning to travel out of sight underneath it. On one such exploration, he stiffened, and his hand stopped moving downward, remaining pushed at an angle that seemed like he probably could go no farther.

If he wasn't supposed to be touching fabric, and his hand was staying up that high... Well, I thought. That explains the sly smile earlier. There IS no fabric covering Janet up. Randy's fingers had just found a very nice and unexpected prize.

But his joy was short-lived, as the device began beeping an alarm.

"Time's up!" Janet said, removing her blindfold and Randy's hand. "Next time, young man, you should try that sooner!" Randy removed his blindfold and looked at Ashley, blushing.

"Well that was nice" was all that Freddie said. "It'll be interesting to see what comes next."

---

"So," Janet said, once again picking up the game, looking over at Randy as he openly stared at her breasts. "We move to our next contestants."

"Jack, Kyle, Shelley, and Ashley." she said, then handed the game over to Shelley, and a drink to each of us.

I saw a look of hurt come across Marly's face, she had not been called. Janet saw it too, saying only "Don't worry, sweetie. You'll be taken care of."

"It looks like the same thing as them" Shelley said, then added, "Where's my blindfold? That looked like fun!"

The device went around to each player, I received it last, reading "Remove Ashley's top and shorts", followed by the additional instructions and limitations that had been read earlier.

As before, the women's eyes were covered first, then the men's. When I reached over to find Ashley's lips, I could easily hear her sister let out a very pointed "huff". No matter though, we had all agreed to do what we were told. Apparently when I told the game to keep me away from Ashley, it had not paid attention.

The young girl before me WAS a good kisser, and I spent a while enjoying that before I realized that I had two articles of clothing to remove, and possibly a great deal of exposed skin to rub in a scant three minutes.

Ashley had spent her time with the buttons on my shirt while I was lost tasting her mouth, but she finally got it off without too much trouble. Her hands were warm and smooth on my skin as they caressed me, squeezing into my back and pulling herself forward as she did so. This made it a bit harder to get her shirt off, but after I did so, she pressed in even harder. Her shorts came off easily, even with her hugging me so tightly.

I was a bit saddened that she was not completely undressed like Janet, but while pulling her shorts over her feet it occurred to me that I was not feeling a bra rubbing against me, I was feeling bare skin.

I just couldn't seem to help it, and the three shots of tequila didn't help me to resist the urge. The girl had tiny breasts much like Heather, her large, puffy nipples covering most of the raised mounds. I had often enjoyed rubbing and playing with similar nipples on my ex-girlfriend, and without thinking, I fell back into the habit.

I love large breasts too, but sometimes small is much more arousing. As my hands traveled across the girl's young body, they kept returning to these two little tits that were tipped in soft nipples. I wished that I was allowed to kiss and suck on them, drawing their entire surface into my mouth. I imagined the taste that they would have, the soft feel of her nipples as changing they would harden inside of my mouth. Perhaps because she had just watched her boyfriend mauling Janet's chest, Ashley did not struggle, only encouraging me to continue my attentions.

Her breath grew uneven as my hands concentrated on her tits, squeezing the big nipples until they grew to more than an inch long and hard as rocks. As these lifted straight out and contracted, her mounds shrunk down even smaller, the remaining skin of each being stretched tightly across more surface than it normally covered.

My desire to be sucking on those long, stiff nipples tipping her tiny breasts, my need to suck on something, came across in our kiss. Our tongues chased one other through first one mouth, then the other, and it seemed as if we had both forgotten about the rest of the world, forgotten even about the rest of the people on the boat.

I just could not leave her chest alone. Again and again I forced my hand to wander across to other parts, her back, her shoulders, her hips, the soft cheeks of the full, round, ass that pushed their way out of her underwear, but each time I returned to the same place, desiring only to be playing with her soft bumps and hard tips.

Ashley, the receiver of my attentions, seemed to be as lost as I. Her soft warm hands wandered across my body, finally breaking one of the rules of the game, sliding down inside the top of my swimsuit. Those soft, gentle hands quickly found what they were searching for, and began sliding slowly across the surface of my hardened manhood, squeezing it, sliding along its length. Her actions only made me that much harder.

We both became so lost in each other that we completely missed the three minute timer. Curt had to tap me on the shoulder, his other hand pushing between our bodies, levering us apart. I noticed with a bit of envy that one of his hands was touching one of those fabulous little tits, before I finally came back to my senses, pulling away from Ashley.

I'd thought that Marly was mad at me before, but as I shakily looked around the room at everyone else, the one person whose thoughts I really cared about wouldn't even look at me. I also noticed that Kyle's shirt was missing, and that Shelley was down to a lacy bra and panty set. Her huge dark nipples visibly strained to escape, and a noticeable damp spot could be seen on the sexy fabric between her legs.

Looking back at Ashley, she was still breathing heavily, a dreamy look on her face.

---

"Hmmm" said Janet. "Well that was certainly interesting. Let's move on now."

Turning to Marly, she said, "I promised you your turn, sweetie, so here's the game." As she handed the little box over, she reminded Marly of the rules. "Do everything it says."

Marly read the screen, and her eyes grew wide before looking up at Janet, who handed her a glass of Creme de Tequila.

"Everything" Janet repeated.

"OK" was all Marly said as she downed her drink, reached for a blindfold, then stood up and moved to a wide open area of the room before putting it on and standing still, her feet spread widely apart.

Janet then handed the game to Curt, Kyle, and Randy, letting them read what was on the screen. Each raised an eyebrow as he read, then drank the offered drink. 

"Oh, and remember everyone" Janet said, as she looked directly at me. "Hands, and mouth kissing only."

She did not give me the device. She also did not blindfold the other three men this time.

Marly had come up earlier dressed in a single piece beach dress. As each of the men leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips, he also reached back and undid a single button on that dress. They each tasted my girlfriend twice before enough buttons had been undone for the dress to quietly drop to the floor at her feet.

I suppose that what she had worn under the dress could be termed a string bikini, but if she had worn it on many public beaches she would have risked being arrested. In every way more string than bikini, it only barely covered what lay beneath its miniscule amount of fabric.

Nothing was left to the imagination with this suit. The top, sides, and bottoms of Marly's full breasts were completely exposed, only her nipples were covered up by a small amount of sheer, see-through fabric. Her lips were also clearly visible beneath yet another tiny strip of fabric, its power to obscure completely defeated by the dampness that seemed to be flooding out of her.

Curt settled in to do the bulk of the kissing, but each man chose a portion of her body to worship, to caress. Marly's head tilted forward to meet Curt's mouth as his hands traveled up the sides of her body, across the portions of her breasts that were exposed. As just about every portion of these was exposed, there was very little that his hands could not reach. As her breasts began to move around, the tiny amount of fabric containing them gave up completely, and all in the room were now treated to the sight that I so wished only for myself. Once exposed to the open air, Marly pulled him in closer, pushing her bare, stiff nipples into his chest, moving her body so that they rubbed slowly across his.

Kyle and Randy had each chosen to work on Marly's legs, thighs, and the cheeks of her butt that were fully exposed, the only fabric being the tiny string of the thong that she wore. Looking into my face with a defiant look on his before turning to closely look upon Marly's barely covered assets, Randy's hands caressed my girlfriend's rounded ass much as I had done with his. I could only watch as all three men pleasured the woman I loved.

Each kneeling down beside and behind her, their hands traveled along her thighs, reaching up across her flat stomach, the fabric that was covering her began to slip between her slickened lips, sinking ever inward until both men were now rubbing one lip on each side between their fingers.

Randy had missed out on his opportunity with Janet, he appeared determined not to miss out this time. Sliding his fingers across the slick surface of one lip, still following the one rule that his girlfriend had broken with me, his fingers traveled along its edge, picking up more of the liquid that was pouring out of her each time they reached that end of the trip. Each time his fingers moved down they reached that point, allowing more of her liquid to escape, the fabric covering her slid deeper inside, allowing ever more for his fingers to do so as well.




The Beach House Ch. 10



Kyle noticed this and began working his fingers in too. As each hand slid in, out, and around inside of Marly's wetness, the blood rushed in, causing her lips to expand, the already minimal fabric almost completely disappeared from sight, only the tiny part of it that covered her clit still visible.

Marly was breathing very deeply, her chest heaving its way against Curt's, her breath heavy and irregular against his face.

Like a tiny little cock, Marly's clit stood straight out, pushing into the thin fabric. Since the rules said the men could not rub through fabric though, they left it untouched. Marly pushed back on the invading hands, thrusting her hips forward to meet their touch. She moved her upper body up and down, back and forth, dragging her sweaty breasts across Curt's face, which she had forced into position by pushing his head downward, breaking their kiss. Curt took advantage, brushing her nipples with the irregular angles of his head and face, making her shudder each time one caught on an edge and released suddenly.

Seemingly unable to stop herself, my girl began pushing her groin forward, trying to get the other men's fingers to go deeper inside of her. Realizing at last that they would not go under the fabric, she finally snaked her hand downward, reaching down to pull it aside, when... The alarm went off, and the tangle of sweaty bodies came apart. Unlike Ashley and I, these men played by the rules.

"Noooo!" cried Marly, wanting to get some release. "No! No! No! Please don't stop now!"

---

After everyone had returned to their seats, with Marly now visibly angry at all four of the men in the room, Janet held up one of the bottles, saying, "Well! I think that was very arousing, don't you?" All present except Marly nodded in agreement. "Why don't we celebrate with an extra drink?"

The room was already pretty well lubricated, but everyone, even Marly, came up to get their glass. Each of us was now buzzed enough that we all drank them in single gulps. "Moving on now" Janet said. "We go to round two. People still some have clothes on, but in this round we do everything with our mouths only." Looking at each of us, she continued. "No hands at all, only mouths, even in the undressing."

She handed the device to me first this time. As with others in the round before me, I read its instructions on who and what to myself, then read one of the instructions on how, out loud. "We may lick, bite, or suck anything that gets exposed in this round or the last, but nothing that is still covered." I handed it over to Freddie, who looked up at me as she read her instructions, and as I drank my shot.

"Each of us has five minutes this time" she said. "First the men, then the women, but clothing must be removed completely with our mouths. We're not allowed to help the other player with the removal." she added, as she passed it over to Ashley, taking her drink from Janet as she did so, her eyes still locked on mine.

"The men are not allowed to have orgasms, although the women can try to make it happen" she read. "If a man cums, he's out in the next round." She looked Curt over for the first time as she handed him the game, downing her drink in one gulp.

"The women are allowed to cum" he said. "Their assigned man is instructed to take them as close to the edge as possible, but to try not to let it happen." Janet handed him a glass in return for the game.

"No fair!" Marly added, obviously frustrated from almost reaching her peak in the prior round, thinking that the same would happen again. Everyone else smiled at the outburst.

---

"No blindfolds this time, guys." Janet said. "Let's get started!"

The four chosen paired off, each standing together in an open part of the room. I wondered how to proceed, but as soon as Janet hit the timer, I decided I had better get busy.

How do you get a top like this one off of a woman, using only your mouth? Ask any young boy this question as he tries to undo a bra clasp in a movie theater one handed for the first time, and you will likely be answered with nothing but a confused look. The fasteners are made for two hands, not one, and certainly not for teeth.

I started with the most obvious solution, trying to undo the back strap with my teeth. It held fast though, refusing to release it's prize. My next attempt was to work on the shoulder straps, pulling those down along my woman's upper arms. All I earned from this attempt was bare shoulders, the cups still held their twin mounds quite securely.

With the straps down though, I moved around to the front, taking the opportunity to push my face into cleavage, taking a deep breath of the perfumed scent I knew could be found in that place. Clasping the upper strap of one of the cups between my teeth, I pulled downward. It took more effort than I would have thought, but the soft surface of that breast gradually slid into view. Before I uncovered the nipple though, I licked that skin, my tongue tracing a slow path across it, sinking down to meet with breastbone when I reached that, then passed over the inside edge.

I spent some time in that place, smelling the scent I had grown to love, licking the beads of sweat that were running down her curves. She was sweating quite a bit, especially since the air conditioning was on, and the parlor was actually quite comfortable.

At last my tongue ceased its explorations in the deep valley, at last I moved my teeth over to pull down on the other strap. When the fabric reached a certain point, both breasts exploded from their containers with a sudden display.

I slowly licked my way upward on this second breast, and once again, I was sucking one of Freddie's brown nipples between my suddenly quivering lips. I sucked that nipple deep into my mouth, trying to make it feel like the one I had not been allowed to suck on, trying to imagine that it was Ashley's.

Behind her though, I could see Curt and Ashley, as his lips surrounded one of her little tits, sucking the entire mound into his waiting mouth. Curt had been the one to win that prize. His hand covered the other one, his fingers pinching the nipple, causing it to once again extend to its full, almost impossible length.

Perhaps because I was imagining this, I feasted on Freddie's breasts, even more than I had in my dream (and was it really a dream?) the day before. My complete attention was on touching, feeling, tasting my friend, attempting to pleasure her using my mouth and tongue. I sucked, licked, I nibbled on her tender dark tips, drawing low moans from her in return.

I could hear other moaning behind me, a woman's moans rising in volume and frequency, and finally her cries as she undoubtedly was brought to orgasm.

Five minutes was up too quickly, but this time I heeded the warning, forcing myself away from Freddie's luscious breasts. Looking behind me, I could see Curt, his face wet with juices, slowly withdrawing from between Ashley's open legs. Of course she had cum, I had no doubt that Curt did that for women every time. Her pussy was slowly closing itself, but I could still see her pink tunnel for a few seconds before her meaty lips closed around it. In a complete reversal of her tiny breasts, the outer lips of Ashley's sex were large, each still pushed to either side like the wings of a bird.

As I watched Ashley with interest, I felt Freddie's teeth on my trunks. She had nowhere near the difficulty that I'd had on her top, the loose waist sliding easily down over my hips, my rock hard manhood standing straight up into the air.

Freddie pushed me backwards, and I fell into a chair that was right behind me. Almost instantly, her mouth covered me in its softness, pulling in the tip, swirling her tongue across it. Still watching the other couple across from me, I watched as Marly's little sister did the same to Curt, swallowing his entire cock, her lips stopping only when they reached the base.

Because she was facing away from me, Ashley's ass was pointed right at me. I could not tear my eyes from the sight of the young ass, that juicy cunt at the junction of her legs, her head bobbing up and down on Curt's rod. Once again I was lost in imagination, wishing that my cock was driving again and again into that inviting cavern.

Snapping myself back into the real world, I realized once again that it was Freddie's mouth and throat that was sliding along my shaft, not Ashley's wet tunnel. I also realized that my body had begun to react to the stimulation I was receiving from Freddie's tongue and lips, and that I was very close to cumming into her throat. It seemed as if that were her goal, that she was going out of her way to make me have an orgasm.

Realizing that doing so would keep me from the next round, whatever that might be, I began to do my best to not erupt, stopping the wandering of my mind and concentrating on other things to calm myself down.

Glancing around the room once more, I saw both Kyle and Randy looking at Ashley's exposed hole just as I had, their eyes fixed on those big lips, waiting for someone to just kneel down behind her and push in, filling her up with their hard cocks. I also saw Marly looking at me, the dazed look from her earlier session with three men finally wearing off. This time though, I only saw sadness, and my heart broke when I thought that it may be too late to fix what I had broken earlier that day. 

I had to try though, and to do that, I had to not succumb to Freddie's mouth as it slid along my shaft. I had to control myself better. At last the alarm sounded and I pulled out just in time. I had been so close to shooting. Freddie looked up at me before moving away, her expression much like Marly's.

---

This round, it was Janet who was left out of the groups. The other two pairs were Kyle and Shelley, and Randy and Marly. Each took the game, reading their own instructions, and each took their drinks. With so much alcohol in everyone, the mood was becoming quite loose. Everybody seemed very comfortable doing anything that was asked of them.

Kyle had no trouble removing Shelley's lacy bra, he had apparently been watching my struggles closely. Kneeling before her, he slathered her low-hanging breasts with as much attention as she could receive. Enough that her breathing became irregular, escaping from her lungs in deep bursts, an occasional moan or whimper accompanying some breaths.

Randy and Marly took their turns in reverse from everyone else, Marly easily pulling Randy's trunks down, using her lips and tongue to great effect on his cock. Her sister watched this in interest, perhaps a little hazy from her own recent orgasm and all of the drinks she had had. Randy barely made it to the five minute limit without cumming all over her, but he did survive, still lasting into the next round.

After switching places it was Shelley's turn to try swallowing Kyle's huge member. Just like the day before, she could not fit enough of it in to take him over the top, but she put up a valiant effort in her attempts.

Randy's task had been to take both Marly's top and bottoms off. The top was easy, it wasn't really on her anymore anyway. Watching him trying to pull her tiny bottoms out from between her soaked lips reminded me of the tale Heather had told me. Was it just the other day, when Heather and I had been sitting in the restaurant, and she had related how she made a truck driver take off her thong with only his tongue?

Just like I was watching with my new girlfriend, Heather had described the feeling of his tongue as it first tried to dig the fabric out, even tried to push it deeper inside of her. Just like I was watching now, she had also described how as he had tried using his teeth to pull on the fabric, they had sometimes closed over her wet lips and hard clit, finally sending her over the edge.

I watched as my Marly, my new love, the same Marly who had been flirting with me in the restaurant just before Heather had told me her story, erupted. With her signature scream, and a rush of her juices, she reached both hands down, clamping Randy's head hard against her crotch, her whole body shaking as he continued to lick her, to bite her, to suck down her juices.

They only stopped when the alarm went off, but still she held his face against her, wanting more attention than the game allowed him to give. Finally, she let him go, sitting there naked and wet, leaning back in the chair beneath her.

---

For once, Janet made no comments about the show that Marly and Randy had just put on, only picking up the game and reading what it told her. She took her shot, then handed it over to Shelley, who passed it on to her husband and to Randy.

Lying down on the floor, putting a sofa cushion under her ass, Janet beckoned Shelley to join her. Pointing her ass high in the air, the wetness having long since soaked through her lace panties enough to make them see thru, Shelley lowered her face down into Janet's cunt. By the movement of her fingers within the other woman's hole, I quickly figured out that she planned to use her husband's method of eating pussy to guarantee Janet had an orgasm.

As her tongue snaked its way into the wet channel before her, Curt and Randy each walked to one side of Janet, both leaning in and drawing her stiff nipples into their mouths. Janet reached out and grabbed a cock in each hand, stroking them both while the owners nursed at her full bosom.

It did not take Janet five minutes to cum on her friend's mouth. Shelley had told me that before Wednesday she had never before had sex with another woman. In spite of this, she had no problem diving down on this woman now, driving her fingers and tongue into the nother woman's cunt, bringing her to a shuddering climax.

There was still time left, and after Shelley moved away, her husband moved down, using the same method Shelley had just used to keep Janet's wet cunt on edge. Repeatedly bringing her up, then backing off, he held her orgasm just over the next horizon until the timer went off. Janet's chest heaving with her effort to cum on Curt's mouth, when he moved away she reached her own hand down, stroking her fat clit in front of all of us until she finally came by her own hand. Only then did she shakily stand up, reaching out for her game.

---

"Round three" Janet croaked out, reaching over for yet another drink to sooth her throat. Starting again after sipping the tequila, she repeated herself.

"Round three" she said again, more clearly this time. "Penetration." 

"You may use hands, mouths, cocks and pussies. The only rules this round are to be in the positions you're told, and that nobody can cum. If you do, you lose the game."

Like winning or losing the game even mattered any more.

The game flashed in her hands once more, and she looked down to read the screen. "Curt, Randy, Freddie, and me." she said, simply. Each person took their shot, the entire group was swaying just a bit right now. The game flashed again. Janet read the display, then hit a button and handed it over to Freddie, who read her display as well.

"OK" Freddie said, then turned to the youngest man in the group. "C'mon kid. Let's fuck."

Janet went over to Curt, leaning in to whisper something into his ear. Curt looked all around the parlor, probably looking for the best place to follow his instructions. At last he seemed to settle on one. Reaching up, he lifted Janet's chin to look into his eyes for a while, then leaned down to meet her mouth with his.

Freddie had simply lain down on the floor at Randy's feet, beckoning for him to come join her. When he got close enough, she reached up, grabbing his cock in one hand. "Take off my suit bottoms kid" she told him.

Randy wasted no time, kneeling down between her feet, leaning his head down so that it was inches away from the fabric he was slowly pulling down Freddie's smooth, tanned legs. Once the suit was out of the way, he leaned down even closer, examining the flower that he had brought into view, inhaling her scent deeply, tenderly dipping his tongue down to taste the juices everybody could clearly see flowing out of her.

"I didn't say to lick me!" Freddie said. "I want you to fuck me! This is the fuck me round, so get that stick of yours inside me so that I can get fucked now."

Randy ignored her, now using his fingers to open Freddie's beautiful pussy up, now running his tongue up the entire length of her wet slit, now driving in down into her pink depths.

"Oh God!" Freddie said. "OK then. It's OK then. You can lick me for a few minutes if you want. But I still want you inside of me soon." Her voice cracked a bit on the word "minutes", as she let out a little gasp.

Over on the other side of the room, Curt and Janet were still locked together, one of his hands caressing first one breast, then the other, the other hand rubbing her clit, dipping lightly into her well-visited hole. Even as we watched, without breaking their kiss, both of his hands reached down to Janet's thighs, to her knees, and he effortlessly picked her up off of the floor, pulling her body closer to his and slowly lowering her to surround his hard rod.

Immediately, Janet's arms tightened around his neck, her legs wrapped themselves tightly around his back. She let out huffing breaths each time as he bumped her up with three quick thrusts, making sure that he was securely inside of her cunt. Then Curt stepped over to the only empty wall in the room, pushing, almost slamming, Janet's back against it.

Freddie's breath was coming out in gasps now, she was no longer telling Randy to "Get busy with his cock". As he had also shown with my girlfriend, Randy was apparently quite good at eating pussy. I looked over at Ashley then, to see what her reaction might be to this.

Her chest and neck were flushed, all except for those tiny breasts that proudly sat high, the nipples still stiff and protruding. Because the skin around her nipples was tightened, her little bumps were white circles in a sea of red skin. Once again, I had to fight the urge to simply go over and suck on her nipples. At the same time, I also had an urge to go over and push Randy out of the way, burying my own face in Freddie as his was now.

As the tempo of Freddie's gasps and cries increased, Randy now began to make his move. Licking and kissing his way up her body, lifting her knees upward with his arms as he did so, Randy sunk his stiff member completely into her with a single thrust, earning yet another gasp from her as he did so. Buried deep within her folded body, he leaned his head down now to take a taste of her breasts as well.

Janet's voice was once again raw and ragged as her body slid up and down the wall, driven to rise and fall by Curt's thrusts into her. His hands were free and roaming, mauling her large breasts at the same time as he used her wet cunt. The boat began rocking from the force of his movements. They were having quite an effect on Janet as well, she let out a loud, high pitched gasp each time one of his pushes made her body rise against the wall.

Randy had begun to repeatedly and forcefully drive himself into Freddie too, unable to pace himself, his cock no longer simply sliding between her ready lips, he was now slamming into her hole with a frenzy. His activity was not going unrewarded. Much like Janet, Freddie's moans and gasps were quite loud now, and it seemed as if both women might "lose" this round.

Janet had never told us how long the time was set for, but it seemed like an hour, even though it was probably only ten minutes. However long it was, both women began crying out in release before it elapsed, the room became filled with the sound of their gasping, their cries. Even as both of the women loudly came, their partners continued to drive into their bodies, into those two deep, wet, welcoming holes, making the twin orgasms last even longer.




The Beach House Ch. 10



The alarm sounded before the men could satisfy their urges though, and Curt pulled way from the wall, easily lifting Janet's now limp body off of his still rock-hard cock. Randy quieted his thrusts as well, now returning to his gentle back and forth rocking and sliding motion before pulling himself out of Freddie's slowly closing hole. His pole stood straight up as he rose from her prone body, reaching down to help her get up off of the floor.

---

"Um" Shelley said to the group, openly admiring her husband's still hard rod. "I'm not sure how to work this thing, but since Janet is kind of out for a little while, I'm just going to push... here." She was rewarded with the familiar blinking lights. Looking down at the display, she frowned. "OK, darn it. It's you four now. That means I don't..." 

"Oh!" her face suddenly brightened. "That means I'll be the odd one out this time!" She did a little dance at the thought, then handed drinks to all of us, followed by giving the game to Ashley.

Ashley read her part, then handed it over to her sister, who replied with a "No!"

"I won't do this" she said. "I'll take Shelley's place, let him have her!"

Janet was finally somewhat recovered from her ordeal, and gently spoke to Marly. "It's either with you or with your sister honey. You can choose that alternative, but not Shelley."

"That's not a fair choice!" Marly said. "I am so mad at him! I don't want to be with him right now! Don't make me do this!"

Ashley went over to her, hugging her close and whispering into her ear. Finally, Marly said, "Fine! But I won't like it!" Then, reaching over and grabbing my hand, said "Come on baby! Let's fuck!" in a tone so sarcastic you would have to have been stupid to not get her meaning.

Dragging me over to a chair with no arms, Marly pushed me down hard, then lowered herself onto me. I don't know if she was just too wet or if she was doing something to cause the effect, but I could barely feel myself inside of her.

"Come on, sweetie!" she spat out. "What's the matter? Don't you want to fuck me and leave? Isn't that what you've planned to happen all along?" With this, she burst into tears.

I tried to put my arms around her, but she pushed them away. Between sobs, I could make out "Did you have fun molesting my sister? I saw you looking at her ass, if Freddie hadn't been blocking you, you probably would have fucked her right there on the floor!"

"What's wrong with me?" she cried out. "You asshole, tell me for once! What's wrong with me? Why do men always leave me and not tell me what's wrong?"

Sudden realization flooded into me. She wasn't just upset thinking that I had to leave on trips. She thought that I was going to be like every other guy she had known, and leave her behind for good.

"Marly" I said softly, reaching out one more time to bring her close. "Baby." She didn't push me away this time. "I'm not leaving you."

"Marly pulled away a bit to look into my face, tears streaming down her own. "You... You're not? But. You. You said that you had to go away for a while, and lots of travel, and, and... You don't want to be dragging me from airport to airport!"

"Don't worry about that one, sweetie." Freddie chimed in. When Marly and I looked over at her, our eyes telling her to stay out of this, she said "Oh, what? We're all right here! We can all hear this! We don't get to talk too?"

Looking over her shoulder to her new friend, Marly asked. "What do you mean, don't worry?"

"You didn't tell her, did you?" This time, Freddie was talking to me. "Did you tell her any of it?" Looking at my expression, she saw that I had not shared much of my past yet.

Everyone in the room was watching, as Freddie leaned in beside the two of us. Even at a time like this, the fact that her bare, full breast was brushing across my arm, that her hand, resting on Marly's thigh was only inches away from my cock, did not escape my notice. "Marly" she said gently. "Jack doesn't fly in airplanes." Marly looked over at her, with tears freely running.

"Ever" Freddie added.

"You don't fly?" my love sobbed to me. "How do you get around?" I motioned to the boat around us. "Just how long are you going to be gone for?" she asked.

"Not me" I said. "We. I never got a chance to finish out there. Things..." looking over at Ashley, beautiful little Ashley, "they kind of dropped in on us."

"We?" she asked. "You weren't going to leave me behind?" Then, "So let's say I DID go with you then. Where exactly would I be going?"

"No. I was never planning to leave you behind, unless you wanted me to" I said. "And no place too exotic, unless you wanted to maybe swing down by Fiji on the way to Australia or the Maldives on the way to Egypt." She just looked at me in surprise, as she heard the names of places she may have only dreamed about. "I have a lot of places I need to go, but the schedule's kind of loose."

"Baby" I continued. "I love you. And I want you around. In fact, I would be happy if you never left where you are right this minute."

Marly's head came up. She suddenly realized again that I was inside of her. Feeling her muscles squeeze me tightly, I hoped that the worst might be over.

This was confirmed, when she began to slowly rock her body against mine. Freddie didn't leave when this started though, she was still hugging us both tightly. She did move though, as one hand snaked down along Marly's thigh, her fingers resting along the line where we were joined.

Leaning in to whisper in my ear, Marly said, "I do have some demands of you, though."

"OK..." I said, warily, looking around at everyone else.

Seeing that the drama appeared to be over, I could see Ashley turned to her assigned partner, grabbing Kyle's big monster and saying "I've been looking at this big thing for a while now. Are you ever going to use it?"

Kyle smiled. "Why don't you lie down over there and find out?"

"Hey!" Marly said in a whisper. "Over here? My demands? Do you want to hear them?"

I nodded, then leaned in to listen. Freddie leaned in too. Her hand began to stroke my shaft each time Marly pulled herself off of it.

"Well," Marly began, "I kind of like having Freddie and Kyle around. So I would want them with us too."

"OK" I said, quickly. Freddie started to say something, but Marly reached up, putting her finger on Freddie's lips, silencing her.

"Don't worry" she said to her new friend. "I've got you covered."

"Freddie, here," she went on, still gliding back and forth around me, now pressing her firm breasts into my chest on each inward stroke, "thinks that you don't love her." 

"It's OK!" she said, as I began to protest. "I know that you do, and that you did long before I came around." 

"It's OK" she said again, more quietly.

I looked at Marly sheepishly, then over at Freddie. Lovely, desirable Freddie. How could I say otherwise. I nodded my head, causing Freddie to look at me in surprise. She started to say something too, but Marly cut in on her as well.

"Oh. My. God." we all heard a load cry from behind Marly's back. Turning to see, we saw her legs high in the air, watched as Kyle's big cock slid up inside of her, earning a deep breath on her part and an "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck, you're big!" 

Turning back, Marly continued, trying to ignore the animal noises that her younger sister was beginning to make as Kyle continued his slow, deep thrusts. "Because I want her to be around me, and because you two can't quite seem to realize that you want each other, here's my second condition."

"Jack, you have to make love to Freddie today."

We both began to protest, but were once again cut off.

"And I didn't say fuck her, I said make love to her" Marly went on. "It's not this stuff." she said, waving her hand around at the room in general. "This is just fucking. Although..." she had continued sliding across me the whole time she was talking, now she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a tiny shudder. "It's damn fine fucking!" 

Turning to Freddie again, she said "Think I could get a little of that hand action you're giving my boyfriend?"

Freddie's hand moved once again, beginning to caress Marly's body instead of mine.

"Yeah..." Marly said, and I felt her muscles tighten around me. "Right... there. Oh, that feels very nice. Keep that up."

Behind her, Ashley was now crying out in a never-ending stream of lust. "Fuck me! Oh yeah, shove it in! Give me your meat! Deeper! Fill me up! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!!"

It was quite evident that she was enjoying Kyle.

"You" Marly said, looking at me now. "Why aren't your hands on my tits?" I followed orders, moving my hands from where they had been stroking her back, now cupping her fullness in both hands. "And do that think that you could do that thing where you squeeze my nipples, too?" she asked. Once again, I complied.

Right now, Marly was in complete control of all three of us.

"So it's settled, then" she said. "You two are going to get together. Today." We both nodded, looking at each other.

"I think there's only one more thing I wanted to demand then." she said. "Other than you had better get busy and start doing some of the work here before we run out of time."

"Jack?" she said, so quietly that I had to put my ear right up against her mouth. "One more thing, OK?" I nodded. 

"After we get back, and return to the big bad world?" she whispered. I nodded again, moving closer to hear.

"Once we leave this cove?" she said again, just as sweetly as she could.

"You keep your fucking hands off of my sisters." This time, she spoke in a normal voice, and in a deep, warning tone, which sounded like a shout because I was so close.

I gulped in response, and Freddie let out a little chuckle.

"If you want to fuck her, you had better do it before we push off today" she said. "Because once we leave here, and unless we come back here some day?" I nodded, and she finished her thought. "They are both off limits on the outside!"

As if she had been listening in, Ashley's cries suddenly increased in volume. As we looked over, we could see that the two of them had moved, Kyle was now laying on his back on the floor, and Ashley was on top of him, screaming, bouncing, driving herself around him, his hands reaching up to play those same little tits that had captured my attention earlier.

We watched the two as she continued to rise and fall, a sharp gasp coming out her on each downward stroke, as Kyle's hands rubbed and pinched and twisted her long nipples. Just as the alarm sounded, her head snapped back and a long, low, growl came from her lips, accompanied by a great deal of shuddering and shaking on top of Kyle.

"Damn! I only had a little one" Marly said, to no one in particular. Freddie pinched her clit hard then, and her eyes opened wide, a long sigh escaping from deep within as her new best friend took care of the problem.

---

"You know what?" Janet said, to no one in particular. "Let's just fuck the game, and let's just fuck Shelley."

Beginning to direct the last event without the game, Janet started giving orders. "Honey, lay down on this table, with your head over the side."

"You" she said, pointing at Randy. "Shelley loves to suck cock. Make her love yours. And you, husband" she of course meant Curt. "Why don't you give your wife a nice ride while she's sucking this boy off."

Both men wasted no time in following orders, each sliding into their assigned end of Shelley's body. After a few minutes of licking and sucking on Randy's cock though, Shelley turned her head away, saying "You really taste good, but I don't think it's you that I'm tasting. Hey Freddie, could you come over here for a sec? I need to find something out."

Not needing an explanation of what the other woman wanted from her, Freddie kneeled down in front of Shelley, spreading the lips of her pussy out with her fingers to give her easy access. Shelley's tongue dipped in for a taste, and a smile came over her face.

"That's what I thought" she said, then reaching up and grabbing Freddie's soft ass, she pulled her in close, burying her tongue inside to lick out as much pussy juice as she could get. I resolved that I would have to take another taste there soon as well. Later on though, I guessed, since the two of us were under orders to get together at last.

Randy stepped back while this was happening, but Curt had begun driving himself into his wife, his hands holding firmly on to her hips. Each time that he drove himself in, her low-hung breasts shot upward on her chest, making the return trip on his outward strokes.

Janet, apparently wanting to see the action first hand, got on her hands and knees, laying her head on the table just below Shelley's ass, watching in fascination as Curt's tool continued it's work on his wife.

Randy, not one to miss such a golden opportunity, knelt down behind the older woman, pushing himself balls-deep into her before she had even realized he was behind her.

"Well hello sailor!" was all that she said, pushing her ass back to meet him.

I watched the mix of naked bodies, not realizing that Ashley had come up behind me until I felt her arms wrapped around me and her tiny breasts crushed against my back.

"You've been watching me all day" she said. "Is there something that you want from me? Just ask. Big sister says its OK right now."

I looked over at Marly, who seemed to have moved from riding me to riding Kyle. Between strokes, her eyes half open in tiny slits, she nodded her head, yes.

"I love your tits" I told the girl, simply. "I hadn't realized how much I wanted to suck on them until I had them in my hands before."

Tilting her head, she examined me with a sly grin. "IS that ALL you want? Just to suck on my little tits?" Laughing, she went on. "OK. But only if you suck on something else, after."

"I'm told," she leaned in and whispered, "that you're VERY good at that."

So it was that I finally got what I had been wishing for all day. I was right too, she tasted like candy canes, and those tiny little mounds, tipped with their sometimes spongy, sometimes hard nipples fit perfectly inside of my mouth, like they had been meant for only me to suck on forever.

I sucked and licked them when they were spongy, I sucked and gently nipped them when they were hard. When my mouth was covering one nipple,one breast, my hand was playing with the other. Switching back and forth from one side to the other, I kept it up until I had my fill.

And afterward, with the strange mix of moans, and gasps, and cries that filled the boat from everyone else on board, I showed my girlfriend's baby sister just how good I was at sucking pussy. And she threw in a quick fuck for good measure, sitting on top of me and offering her wet channel.

---

The tide went out at last, and we carefully left the cove through the opening that exposed itself. Randy and Ashley had decided that they would ride up the coast with us for a while, the luxury seeming to them much more easy to appreciate than the long day of kayaking that awaited them otherwise.

Marly and I went into the cave to get the things that had been left behind, finding the hot tub with its waterfall backdrop, holding each other tightly in the warm dark space. We spent over an hour in there, renewing our feelings of love that had almost been lost in the day, the others clapping in our honor when we finally emerged arm in arm.

So off we went then, leaving the cove far behind, unsure of when, or even if we would ever return. With the sun setting into the to our side, the boat out to sea enough to engage the auto-pilot, and the rest of the group working down in the galley to get dinner made, Freddie and I were alone for the first time since Marly had given us our marching orders.

It was kind of funny at first. We had been dancing around each other for so many years, avoiding our attraction for each other, that we acted like teenagers, unsure even of where to start. Freddie finally solved the problem by turning the radio to a soft music station, then melting into my arms as we danced to the music.

With my hands slowly caressing first her back, then moving them forward to her shoulders, then her chest, we slowly circled around the deck. Lifting her chin to look into her eyes, I said what we had both been thinking. "How come it's taken us so long?" Then, lowering my lips to hers, we decided to leave the past where it was, moving only into the future.

As I released one button after another on her shirt releasing her firm breasts to the air, as her hands slid beneath the waistband of my shorts, we welcomed each other in whole new ways.

My hands had been where they were right now more than once in the past few days, but it felt to me as if it were the first time now, as if the ability to feel her breathing through their surfaces was a whole new experience.

While her soft hands caressed my growing member, I dipped my lips down to meet the tip of one breast, raising its soft, rounded form in my hand so that my lips and her breast could meet. My other hand, slid down her back, sliding tenderly across the softness of her beautiful ass.

Freddie finally pulled my shorts down, releasing my hardness to the air and to her view.

"I've wanted this for so long" she said. "I can't believe that it's finally going to happen."

Quickly following my shorts were her own, leaving the only clothing on either of us the thin shirt my hand was slowly sliding its way under. I returned my mouth to hers, finally pulling her shirt off to join the rest of our clothing on the deck.

With both of us now naked, we continued to dance to the quiet music coming from the radio, each exploring the other's body. My fingers dipped down, sliding their way across her slickness, finding the source of her heat hidden between her lips. She was at last for me, and I for her, all of the time and frustrations we had seen sliding back as just memories of what used to be.

Lifting her naked form in my arms, I moved us to one of the lounges on the flydeck, lowering her suddenly shivering form to its padded surface, feasting my eyes on the body that I had craved for so long. Freddie pulled me down to her, down into her, and we merged together into a single being, linked together now in the most elemental way a man and a woman could be.

It was everything I had hoped for, the feeling of her sliding around me, taking me deep inside of her most private place, the strength in her hands as they pulled me down and inward, the touch of her soft breasts as they were crushed against my chest. Freddie's legs wrapped around my back to ride my hardness, her breath coming out in deep bursts.

I worshipped her body, and she mine, as we pushed against each other in our new dance, testing each others likes and needs. It was as if we had been made to stay like that, my cock buried deep within her for all eternity.

We had waited for so long, and our first time seemed to be over so soon, that I remained inside of her long after we had both satisfied ourselves on the other, curled together as one. "It's OK now" she said. "It may have been the first time, but I won't ever let it be the last."

Looking up, we both saw Marly standing above the two of us, her face beaming down as she watched us together.

"How long have you been there?" I asked.

"Long enough." she replied. "You two fit well together. I think the four of us will be very happy."

Still smiling, she turned to walk away, stopping only to say "Oh, and dinner's ready. You can get dressed, or you can come as you are."

---

We repeated it two more times on the trip home, in much the same way, Freddie and I going from staying away from each other to not being able to be away for long. I got that taste, and it was all that Shelley said, Freddie's juices pouring out around my mouth. Marly and Kyle joined us for one of our sessions, they too fitting together like they were made for each other. I didn't quite know how the four of us would be over the long haul, but it was clear that we all had a great deal of love for each of the others.




The Beach House Escapades



Vika stands quivering before me, the goosebumps covering her body sticking out against her supple skin. I look her up and down, noting the smooth pale skin usually covered by her swimsuit. She is naked, and more than a little anxious. Her excuse that she not wants, but needs my opinion on just what the hell is going on with her body has taken her to this point, with no major objections from me. She has with an anxious look on her pretty face, not quite alarmed, but nervous nonetheless. I take my time studying her, knowing that this is what she wants, despite her discomfort. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly turn her around. Starting at the top of her head I take in every inch of her body. 

Her long brown hair is sun lightened from the hours she spends in her outdoor pool cavorting with friends, or at the beach behind my home, which is where I first met her. That day was one we will both always remember. Her parents have forbidden her to swim by herself, either in the family pool and particularly in the ocean. She considers herself part fish, and it's become harder and harder for her to obey this rule as she grows older, especially when a swell is running. She is a surfer, and the pull of the waves were too much for her to resist that day. 

Her body is in that lovely stage where late adolescence and womanhood collide; breasts filling but not yet quite completely developed; hips widening with the flare which announce her ability to bear children, yet still narrowed somewhat and incomplete. The hair which sprouts on her body is uniform in its texture -- a golden silk which is almost invisible until backlit. Around her pussy and under her arms the hair is sparse indeed, confirming to me that Vika, like many northern Europeans has been slow to develop and mature, unlike those from more tropical climes. 

"She may be in her late teens and legal", I tell myself, "but her body almost makes me feel guilty over my feelings of arousal, thanks to the strictures of modern society which are arbitrary indeed. We can allow the most grotesque deeds of violence and moral decay shown on television, but for a man to find the virginal purity of a young woman satisfying makes him a lecherous criminal. It's absurd, ambiguous and morally contrary". 

I myself was a late bloomer, and now I attribute my youthful looks to that fact. I will admit that I had my moments of embarrassment as a swimmer, where in the tiny "tank" suits no secrets of anatomy can be hidden. More than once I was razzed for my lack of hair in my pits and around my crotch. I was eighteen, in my first year of college when nature finally kicked in, going into overdrive as I grew seven inches, developed a larger than average cock (which finally was in scale to my huge feet, keeping that old adage a truth), and grew hair, however sparse and fine, in all the appropriate regions. 

I have just related all this to Vika, who was at first embarrassed by her own physical immaturity, until I reassured her that besides being a sign of a higher evolutionary state, she looks just fine to me. Which she does.

Somehow in these few weeks since her near drowning I have become her best friend, confidant, and now I'm not sure what. I never expected her to disrobe before me so I could offer an opinion on how she looks. But here I am, doing what she has asked, which is to give an honest evaluation of her young body. And to think I could be out on my terrace working on the book right now!

She reaches up and pinches her nipples, making them hard. Her breast buds are perky, and though it's apparent that while she'll never be "stacked", she will have a very pretty pair of breasts.

"Look, Derek," she says in a laughing tone, "my nips poke out like erasers when I do this! They stick out even farther when I'm cold."

I turned her back around by her shoulders so I could see. She gives them another pinch, pulling them away from her chest as if willing them to grow.

"What about when you're aroused, Vika?" I ask in the tone of a disinterested party. "Do they poke out through your bra so the boys can see them through your shirt?"

She blushes furiously and looks at the floor. "I haven't started wearing a bra yet," she confides. I usually wear T shirts. You know, the surf chick look....," she adds quickly, proud of her sport. "If my nips start to protrude I just hold my books up to hide them, or bend so my shirt hangs loose."

"But you do get aroused?" I continue, taking her nakedness as a sign of more than mere curiosity. I slide my hands down her sides, gripping her pelvic girdle for a moment before letting them continue to drop along the outsides of her thighs. Once below her butt cheeks, which as I noted earlier are her most maturely developed feature --- round and firm and shapely and very nice to cup in the palms of my hands--- I use my fingers to urge her knees away from each other, spreading her legs so they are shoulder width apart. She can't be more than five feet-two inches and weigh less than a hundred pounds. A tiny thing. Her legs are shapely, having just lost that skinny look to the more appealing roundness of the upper thigh leading to those nice hips and ass I told you about.

She blushes again and says nothing. Now I take my right hand and run it up the inside of her right leg, beginning at her knee and continuing until my index finger is pressed against her vulva. I wedge it between her labia majora, spreading her outer lips and exposing her inner ones which due to her sexual immaturity remain hidden from view. She looks at me with a shocked expression but remains still. I can't tell if she's excited or alarmed by my actions. I decide to find out, so I scoot the chair where I'm sitting closer and then use my thumbs to open her up. Her knees begin to buckle, and I catch her before she falls, pulling her into my lap so that she's now sitting on my left thigh, her legs crossing over my right. She is leaning back into my chest, and with my left hand I hold her under her arm, my first and second fingers scissoring her left nipple. My right hand is back between her legs, coaxing them apart and then opening her again. She looks up at me with her mouth open in surprise and her eyes wide in astonishment. Her breathing is coming in little huffs, shallow and fast.

I rub my middle finger across her little cunny, and feel her wetness lubricate it. 

"Yes, you do get aroused," I whisper in her ear, nuzzling her long hair away from her ear and neck as I begin kissing her. My left hand is gently tweaking her nipple, and occasionally pinching and pulling it as she had done. Her juices really begin to flow now, and I pick her up and carry her from the kitchen into my bedroom. She lies back in my arms, still wearing that look of innocent surprise as she stares up at me.

Vika glances quickly around my darkened room, seeing that I live a luxurious life by my belongings, and a tidy one, since the room is straight and the bed is made. I kick the covers down with one foot as I continue to hold her, the low hum of the air conditioner and her breathing the only sounds in the room. I lay her gently down and stand over her. She reaches up and takes my left hand, pulling me down. She sits up a bit so we are face to face and looks pointedly at my mouth, urging me to kiss her. Within seconds I can tell it's her first. She's clumsy, her lips tight and her jaw clenched. I ease myself down alongside her on the big bed, scooting her over to make more room. I take a moment to pull the covers further back, preferring the smooth Egyptian cotton sheets over the feel of the comforter. I pull my shirt off, with her helping to get it over my head. She stares at my muscular torso, then gathers the courage to run her own hand across my chest and belly, zig- zagging her fingers across my washboard abs. 

"You don't have much hair either," she giggles, looking up at me as I kneel over her. 

I drop back alongside her and begin kissing her again. She reacts to the variances in pressure I apply, slowly using my tongue to work her jaw loose and to open her mouth. Once my tongue is inside her mouth she finally lets go and becomes what I can only refer to as a "natural kisser", meaning that she has gotten the hang of it without any contrived techniques like sucking tongue. I go from delicate teasing, pulling back so only the tip of my tongue is licking the outsides of her lips, to a full face press, the heat pouring off both our bodies as we give ourselves over to the passion of the moment. I begin pressing my now erect cock against her thigh, the thick material of my sweatpants hardly a disguise for my obvious arousal. One of my hands is caressing her pussy, playing with her lips and thumbing her clitty, but I have yet to penetrate her vaginal opening. In fact, I'm thinking about saving penetration for a later date, and making today's lesson for little Vika all about passionate foreplay.

I take her hand and guide it to the bulge in my pants, rolling over onto my side while still playing with her coochie. Her face is flushed, and so is her vulva, the blood engorging her so fully that the inner lips of her pussy are now poking out. I thumb back the hood of her clitoris and rub along either side of this most sensitive of spots on a woman. She begins to moan, clenching my cock in her small fist, but I'm pretty sure she's so totally engrossed with what I'm doing that she hasn't even considered that her hand is around my dick. I begin sucking and nibbling on her nipples, one to the other and back while continuing my ministration to her cunt. She has released hold of the python and is now clawing at the sheets, her knees reflexively pulled up so her feet are flat on the bed as I continue to masturbate her. Her breathing is now coming in ragged gasps and her erect clit button looks like a little man standing in a boat. I watch her face for clues to what she wants me to do, her eyelids fluttering of their own volition. Suddenly they fly wide open and she holds her breath for a long moment, exhaling in hard thrusts as her orgasm approaches. Her little puss is fully juiced up now, and I'm working it over like a madman, using the two finger split around her clit and over her lips like I'm trying to start a fire. Her head begins rolling side to side, her face a grimace of pleasure, surprise, and exquisite agony as the big moment for her approaches. She begins crying out in moans which grow in volume until they end in one long keening wail that announces the arrival of Big Mr. O. I keep up the pace until I feel her begin to relax, slowing at the same rate as her muscles decompress. My hand is soaking wet and I bring it to my face and lick some of her juices off, then move it to hers for her to do the same. She wears a look of consternation when I do this, unsure that she wants to taste herself, but I smile and nod my encouragement. She tastes sweet, and after a few tentative licks with the tip of her tongue she smiles up at me. I run the tip of my index finger around her mouth, then slowly push it between her lips, letting it slide past her teeth. She begins sucking on it as a baby would a pacifier, her cheeks indenting and her eyes closing to half slits of contentment.

"How old are you, Vika," I ask.

She doesn't answer as she sits up, looking almost embarrassed by what has just happened. The echo from her scream still resounds in my ears as I'm sure it does her own. I wrap her in my arms and kiss her tenderly, letting her know that things went just the way I hoped they would. She lets herself fall back, taking me with her as she does. Her hand slowly moves down my back and over my ass, then back up as she begins exploring the area around the waistband of my warm-ups. Somehow they've loosened, and she edges her fingers under the material, then her whole hands. I flex my butt cheeks which causes her to giggle as she gropes them. I know these are all new experiences for her, so there's no need to hurry her along. If we don't get around to pleasuring me today, no big deal. It won't be the first time I've been blue-balled by a chick, and to force Vika into something she's not yet ready for will only fuck up her head.

But to my surprise she retracts one of her hands and uses it to shove me over onto my back. With a mischievous gleam in her eye, with maybe a tinge of trepidation thrown in, she starts tracing little circles around my belly button, intentionally allowing the back of her hand to brush against my erection which is trying it's damndest to find daylight. I mean, the head is right there, but still hidden beneath the material of my sweats. Her hair tickles my chest and face as she leans over to watch what she's doing. I take her other hand and place it on my chest, urging her to squeeze my nipples, to claw my pectorals, to arouse me with tactile persuasion the way I had her. The head of Mr. Johnson is visible now, the fabric stretched so tight that I have whatever the opposite to a camel-toe would be called. An obvious boner comes to mind. A big one.

Gently, Vika hooks a finger under the upper edge of my pants and gives them a lift, staring intently at what is lying there underneath. I flex my cock muscle and made my wood spring up like a Marine doing pushups. Vika looked up at me with an expression of awe on her lovely face. 

"Can I see it?" she asks in an almost worshipful tone. "All of it?"

"You mean you want me to get naked?" I ask, acting extremely shy, raising my shoulders and looking away from her. "Gee, I don't know.... I don't think I'm s'posed to do that. My mom would kill me if she ever found out," I add uncertainly. 

I'm trying to get Vika to take control of the situation once again, just as she had when she pulled off her shirt, shorts and panties in my kitchen an hour or so ago under the pretense of my giving her a "progress evaluation", as she had put it.

She takes the bait and reaches under my pants and grabs hold of my schlong. "Listen here, buddy," she says in a stern tone, "you just got to play with me, so now it's my turn to play with you!"

"Well.... I guess so, but only if you promise you won't tell!" I insist, keeping to my play-acting.

I want to narrow the age difference between us on a subconscious level for Vika, pretending I am much, much younger than my twenty-nine years. She is eighteen, I reminded myself. Her mother told me at the hospital the day Vika almost drowned.

"Go ahead and pull them off me, if that's what you want," I say half-heartedly. I raise my ass off the bed so she can shuck them down. Soon I am as naked as she, with my hard-on raging and pulsing across my belly like a snake about to strike a mouse.

"Wow, Derek, you're beautiful," Vika breathes as she gazes at me from head to toe. 

I have the broad shoulders of a swimmer, the flat stomach and the narrow waist. My muscles are not the bunched up knots of a bodybuilder, but long and supple. I still swim everyday, and train at the dojo three times a week. Plus I've been into Yoga since I first began swimming competitively at age ten. A late start for kids these days. Between swimming, yoga and Aikido, it's a wonder I ever got any classwork done. Come to think of it, I think I graduated only because the teachers at each level were happy to see me go. I was kind of a smart ass, with a pretty agile mind and a razor sharp tongue. 

Now I use those gifts as a writer. Mostly screenplays and lightweight fare for television, but it's paid off handsomely. Thanks to modern electronics I can work from my home, have my checks direct deposited, shop on-line, teleconference and all that other email stuff so I only have to go to New York or Los Angeles five or six times a year. As long as I keep writing good material that turn into hits, I'll stay right where I'm at. If it all ends tomorrow, I'll do something else. But God I hope it never ends!

My little girlfriend is still looking me over, and has focused on my neatly trimmed pubes. I keep them cut short, and I shave a nice perimeter around the base of the woodster because I've never had anything but favorable reviews for doing it that way by my girlfriends. I've been circumcised, and am damn glad of it. The look of an uncut willy is just too weird in my opinion, even if that is the way we are born. Vika puts her hand around the base of my cock and lifts it off my belly so that it's pointing toward the ceiling.

"Holy shit, Derek, this thing's big!" she exclaims. 

Her finger and thumb aren't touching around the circumference and it would take four of her hands to equal its length. She's barely five feet tall, if even that, so the comparison between her scale and mine is quite different. And like I said, I had a good growth spurt when I was eighteen. 

"I've sneaked peeks at both my brothers' ding-dongs when they were coming out of the shower, and theirs aren't near as big as this," she confides in a tone of wonder.

I can tell it excites her. Her nipples have become erect again and her cheeks are flushed with blood. I smile up at her and place my hand over hers and begin moving it up and down, showing her the first stage of cock stroking. I watch as she smiles when I expand the head of my cock by squeezing in more blood by tightening the muscles deep in my pelvis. I've been doing Kegel exercises for years, and through them I can really control not only how long I last before I climax, but the power of the ejaculation. I tell her to grip the base of my cock just as hard as she can once I've pumped up the glans and corpus cavernosum, or the head of my big ole pecker. She holds it tight and watches in amazement as veins along the side begin to bulge and the head turns an inspiring shade of purple. 

She asks if it hurts, and I respond "Only too good, sweetheart," which makes her blush again. 

She begins stroking it again, and I show her where my special spot just under the helmet on the back side is. On her own she begins playing with my balls, and I warn her that she can be as rough with my cock as she likes, in fact the rougher the better, but to be careful with my nads, especially any motions which push them upward in the scrotum.

"So is this how you jerk off, Derek?" she giggles, her little hand going up and down my rigid pole at a pretty good clip. 

"I don't do it very often," I confide. "It's not as good as the real thing, and I'd rather save the energy for other activities." I was telling the truth here. Without trying to brag, I get laid just about as often as I like, what with having a steady girlfriend or two most of the time.

"Oh," she says, sounding a bit disappointed. "You mean this doesn't make you feel good?" I can tell she wants to please me, but doesn't have much of an idea how to do it. Then she brightens and suggests, "How 'bout if I give you a blowjob? Will you show me how to do that?"

"Do you know what a blowjob is, Vika?" I ask, wondering if she's only repeating a word she's heard.

"Kinda sorta, I guess," she nods. "It's where I put your thingy in my mouth and after a little while you shoot your load."

"Yup," I agree, "that's a blowjob all right. Do you want me to coach you on how to do it, or do you want to try to figure it out on your own?" I'm sitting up now, my back against the headboard. Her little body is turned toward me with her legs tucked underneath her, her long hair covering her breasts. 

"Um, I'd like for you to tell me how you like it, if that's OK?" she confesses. "I don't really know what to do...."

"Cool," I reply, thinking that this day just keeps getting better and better. "Why don't you find something to tie your hair back with, sweetie, that way you won't be fighting it and so I can watch what you're doing. Something to remember about us guys is we are really visually oriented. That's why we like tittie bars, nudie magazines, porn sites and watching pretty girls suck our dicks."